#Like I’m loosing the joy ya know

[paper-star-ships]

Y’all ever had a crush on a character from a source you’ve never seen or is that just me

[blue-jisungs]

TEXT ME

summary. just very whipped mingyu :')

word count. 818

warnings. alcohol mention

the pleasant chatter of people and faint music became a blur in mingyu’s ears. there a few people at the afterparty… well, mostly his friends. some spilled drinks on the table made his glass get stuck to it, sticky feeling all over his fingers. 

he let out a small sigh and his gaze wandered around, only to be met with more frustration. all the couples dancing, kissing, having fun–

ding! 

mingyu grabbed his phone in a blink of an eye, almost knocking down jeonghan who was sat next to him.

6:01pm

mingyu: text me when you’re free🙏

delivered 

8:40pm

y/n: 20 mins and shift is over!! 

mingyu stood up and rushed to the door, almost tripping over his own legs. someone tugged his arm.

“yah, mingyu-ya! you better come back, alright?”  seungcheol asked, rising his eyebrow. mingyu nodded absentmindedly, looking like what he just heard fell right through the other ear.

the cold air hit his face, making him sober up a little. before he knew it, his legs lead him to your workplace. 

you and mingyu barely started dating two weeks ago. however, mingyu was crushing over you since almost four months and he still couldn’t believe that you two are a couple. 

when his friends jokingly warned you about his puppy-alike personality, you didn’t pay too much attention. but because he was so head over heels for you, he became a hyperactive puppy. 

he clinged to you all the time, followed you around and you wondered if you threw him a stick— 

your phone dinged with a message notification. 

8:45pm

mingyu: btw date on tuesday?? 🤞 i’ll be free around afternoon!! 

mingyu: also comedy, action or romance?? 

you scoffed and shook your head, hiding your phone. fifteen more minutes of your shift and you’re free. 

before you realised it was over and while you were finishing up cleaning one of the cabinets, the door opened with a quiet ding! of a bell.

“we’re closed–” you turned around and your eyes met with your boyfriend. he grinned upon seeing you and ran his hand through his hair. 

“hi” he breathed out and walked over. you blinked in disbelief.

“weren’t you at cheol’s party–?” you asked, stunned. he hummed, nodding, a goofy smirk stretching on his lips. 

“yeah, well, good point: i was. i figured i’d swing by and pick you up…” he explained, shrugging nonchalantly. mingyu reached over to his pocket and handed you… a snack. your favorite, to be precise “i also bought this” 

“you’re impossible” a snort escaped your lips as you grabbed his collar gently and tugged him closer. you could see he was not focused on you(r eyes). “also your text… comedy sounds good. may i know what you’re scheming?”

he blinked, his ebony irises looking like there was nothing behind them – in the cutest way possible. 

“wha… um, yeah” he nodded.

“what’s in that doofus head of yours?” you chuckled, his cheeks puffing at the nickname. 

but how he could say this? you just got him focused on your lips, without even trying. if he had a tail, it would be swinging like crazy.

“i just wanna kiss you” he grinned and swiftly closed the gap between you. 

his lips landing on yours, the faint taste of some kind of alcohol (mb on the rocks?) invading your senses. mingyu melted into the kiss, loving the feeling… as if he didn’t kiss you like, million times already. 

he pulled back and his eyes twinkled with joy. 

“woah, you look so pretty today. as always tho… do you need any help?” mingyu asked. 

sometimes you didn’t get him; like, right now. your hair loose and a black cardigan. simple, nothing majestic. and he’s whipped. 

the other day he said something along the lines “you’re pretty like the view. if i had to choose between the two, you. it’s true!”. and even though it cracked you up, it still made your heart melt.

“just a second and i’m closing up. are you coming back to the party?” you questioned, turning around to finish up cleaning. 

“depends if you want to go…?” he hummed “cheol told me to go back but you know i always put you first” 

“i’m a little tired but i wanna go. i haven’t seen your friends in a while, i’ll go say hi” you said and nodded “we can leave”

mingyu took your arm and helped you close the place. then, you started walking back; his big but tender hand sneaking to grab yours. 

“isn’t it… a thirty minute walk to cheol’s place?” you asked suddenly.

“yeah” gyu nodded. 

“and you made it in fifteen minutes?” you scoffed, looking at him. 

“more or less, yeah” he laughed, realizing how much of a loser he looked right now.

“you’re so whipped” you smiled wildly and he just let out a dreamy sigh, adoring you. 

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[kittyball23]

Could you make a fanfiction of when Poppy surprised Branch that she was expecting to have a baby? And they tell all their friends and family the news? How would Branch react? And how would their family and friends react to the news too? I always imagine that they're excited to become parents, and so do their loved ones!? Could you do that? I also love the idea that their little girl had blue eyes, like her father's, Branch, indigo hair, and I imagined she looked like her mother, Poppy.

Hi! I wanted to break this up into 2 parts, this first one will be the siblings’ reaction to the news - I think Branch’s deserves a separate oneshot (I can’t say when I’ll have it ready for, as I do have a couple other requests from my Inbox to fill, but I hope you enjoy!)

Taking the News (a Trolls fanfic)

“AAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAIIIII!!!!”

Viva’s excited scream burst through the air, the Putt Putt Queen leaping a good couple feet up in an uncontained joy. The energy only doubled once she landed, waving her hands wildly about and gushing while she paced about and spoke a mile a minute. “OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She zipped over to Poppy and gently patted at her belly.

“Hello in there! It’s your Auntie Viva! Oh, I just know you’re gonna be so itty, and bitty, and cutie-wootie just like your Mommy was! AND I’M SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU!”

The Pop Queen giggled at her sister. “Veevs, I’m only a couple months. I’m not even sure if they can hear you yet!”

Branch on the other hand differed on this viewpoint. “After that scream? Yeah, they probably did.” Viva grinned sheepishly when she noticed the blue Troll rub his ears.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Branch! It’s just that this is so, SO fantast-amazing!! Actually, it’s better than fantast-amazing! It’s fantast-AMAWESOME!” She squealed and bounced off to the side, expending her energy in one of the best ways she knew how - braiding! By the time her feet were back on the ground, it was Clay who was donning a brand-new French-braided hairstyle, topped off with little bows and glitter of all sorts of colors.

Clay groaned at how silly it looked. “Viva! Why me?” he whined.

Viva sprang to his side and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Because you need to stop being a serious-boy grumpy-poo and get loose! My sis is gonna be a mom!! And your brother’s gonna be a dad!!” She celebrated by grabbing Clay in a tight hug and twirling him around.

When he was released, the lime-green-Troll found himself taking her advice, forgetting all about his hair and grinning broadly at Branch.

“Congrats, bro! I’m real proud of ya!” He fist-bumped the bashful blue Troll. Branch readied himself to reply, when he suddenly heard a sniffle. It came as no surprise that the Troll who had burst into tears was none other than Floyd.

“Oh, Branch, this is such a special thing! I’m honored to be an uncle, and I’m so happy for you…” He trailed off, a sob taking place where words failed him. He easily wept into Branch’s shoulder when his younger bro pulled him in for a hug.

“Thanks. I’m pretty psyched, too,” Branch agreed, smiling as he pictured their child. What would they look like? Perhaps they’d have his dark, indigo hair and sparkling blue eyes. Or they could be all Poppy, in gorgeous appearance and stunning personality. Or maybe their kid would inherit King Peppy’s orange skin tone, or Grandma Rosiepuff’s teal button nose. Branch’s head spun with all of the possibilities, each and every one perfect and plausible, until the reality of the situation weighed down on him. Being a father was a big responsibility. A flicker of doubt seemed to flash across his face right at that moment, which did not go unnoticed by Bruce.

The purple-haired Troll approached him and patted a hand on his back. “Hey, man, I know it can seem kinda scary at first - I know I was a little nervous for my first kid - but trust me, it becomes a breeze. And when it’s not, just call me for help! I got your back, bro.” He winked at Branch, making him feel a lot better. Bruce, after all, was an experienced dad, having fathered 13 kids of his own - all of who would become cousins to the new bundle of joy entering into his life.

John Dory suddenly swept in alongside them. “And me, too!”

Branch and Bruce gave him a curious look. “Wait… John, you’re a dad?”

JD’s jaw dropped. “Uh, yeah! You forgot? Man!” He strolled over to his caterbus, Rhonda, and patted her side lovingly. “It’s okay, girly,” he cooed, “they didn’t mean to forget about you, darling. Who’s the cutest caterbussy in the whole wide world? Huh? You are!”

Rhonda trilled in appreciation at John Dory’s sappy words, while Branch exchanged a look with his other brothers. While he wanted to point out that taking care of a caterbus was not all the same as it was taking care of a little Trolling, Branch couldn’t help but feel his own bout of appreciativeness towards his bro’s offer to help. Feeling playful, he grabbed JD with one arm and noogied him with the other, the pair of them laughing by the end of it.

Poppy and Viva in the meantime were having their own share of sisterly love, hugging and shrieking, and jumping up and down over the elation of it all.

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Poppy cried. “I’m gonna tell Bridget, and Biggie, and Mr. Dinkles, and Guy Diamond, and Satin and Chenille, and - “

“And Dad!” Viva cut in with a grin.

Poppy squealed. “Oh, my gosh!”

She and Viva shouted at the same time at the top of their lungs: “DAD’S GONNA FREAK!” Both girls burst into a fit of giggles just picturing the look on the elderly king’s face once the news hit him full force.

Viva bounced up and down once again and wrangled Poppy and the boys together.

“Aw, come here, guys! Group hug!” Arms enveloped Poppy and Branch from all sides in a flurry of limbs, letting the two happy parents know that they - along with their new kiddo - were indeed loved very dearly.

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!!

[temptingfatetakingnames]

The Last Steve Harrington Part 18

AO3 / Part 1 / Part 17

Steve loved the tape. He loved it almost as much as he loved taking his car out for long drives. He didn’t go anywhere; he just rolled the windows down and turned the volume up. Sometimes he parked on the side of the road and laid down on the hood, smoking and looking at the sky, enjoying the quiet and the wind playing with his hair. Other times, he drove as fast as he could on old highway roads, when there were no other cars for miles and only Eddie’s tape for company.

The songs he chose were equal parts expected and unexpected. Steve could tell that Eddie had toned down his own tastes to pick songs that he thought Steve would enjoy. There were a few that he recognized and some that were new. He liked the first song because the lyrics reminded him of Will and Eleven.

Evil power disappears Demons worry when the wizard is near He turns tears into joy Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by

The middle of the tape got much wilder and louder and were all songs that Steve could imagine Eddie screaming and banging his head along to. One of the last songs was probably his favourite, the beat was great and he loved the vocals and lyrics. It was one that he recognized though he didn’t know if it was because Eds showed it to him or if he heard it on the radio on his own.

I've been too long, I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

And the last song, of course, was Like a Virgin by Madonna. Steve burst out laughing when he finished the tape for the first time. He loved it. He didn’t know how Eddie managed to create a playlist that suited both of their tastes so well. As curious as he was to listen to the B side – he held off for now. When he got home, he ran for the phone, dialing Eddie’s number quickly from memory.

“Hello!”

“Like a Virgin, Munson? Really?”

Eddie’s laughter crackled through the phone and Steve’s clutched the receiver closer to his ear, as if he could prevent the sound from escaping into the air, could keep it all for himself.

“Courtesy of one Robin Buckley, my friend! Had to be included, she said.”

“I’m surprised she was able to strong arm you, especially with music. Madonna on a tape you made?” Steve tsked into the phone with fake disappointment.

“Steve, that woman is truly frightening when she sets her mind on something.”

“So, it was collaborative? And here I was giving you all the credit.”

“Oh, big word for you, Harrington. I asked for her input, she vetoed one or two of my songs… and then made me put on Madonna. Never asking her for help again,” Eddie mumbled, causing Steve to laugh.

“So,” Eddie drawled out slowly, drawing out the syllables. “You liked it?”

“I loved it! Haven’t listened to the other side yet… I’m saving it, I guess? For when I need it.”

Eddie hummed in understanding.

“Which song did you like the best?”

“It’s near the end, I’ve heard it before but don’t know the name. Back in Black?”

“No need to try and be cool, Steve. I already know your favourite is Like a Virgin.”

“Asshole,” Steve said trying to hold back more laughter, a smile very clear in his voice. “You made the tape, maybe it’s your favourite.”

Eddie gasped in outrage. “How dare you?” he asked in a scandalized tone.  “It is called Back in Black, by the way. By AC/DC.”

“Hey, why didn’t you put any –” Steve began but was cut off by Joyce.

“Steve? Is that you?” she yelled.

He held his hand over the bottom of the phone and shouted, “yeah.”

Putting the phone back up to his ear he told Eddie, “sorry, gotta go. Thanks again for the tape, I’ll see you this weekend?”

“Yup, see ya then. Next time I’ll put Madonna on the tape first so you don’t have to skip so many good songs to get to –”

Steve laughed and hung up before he could finish. He was still smiling softly to himself when Joyce walked into the kitchen.

“Who were you talking to?” she asked.

“Eddie.”

“Oh? Making more plans for the trailer?”

“Yup. And talking about music. I finally finished the tape he made me. Well, the first side anyway.”

She nodded and moved around him, going to the fridge and pulling out ingredients. She was smiling a little and Steve wondered what had put her in a good mood.

“I was thinking spaghetti tonight?” she asked. “You have to show me how to make that sauce you did last time. It was delicious.”

“Sure,” Steve said. “The secret is Heinz 57.”

Joyce popped her head out of the fridge. “The steak sauce?”

“Yup, about three tablespoons.”

“Huh, I never would have guessed,” she said and grabbed the bottle out of the fridge door, adding it to the growing pile of ingredients on the counter.

Steve went over to the sink to wash his hands before grabbing the peppers and onions. He started chopping them and didn’t notice when he started humming happily to himself.

But Joyce did.

Wednesday was a slow day at Family Video. It was just Steve running the store and he had already done all his work for the day unless someone actually came in to rent a movie. Which he highly doubted would happen at –

He glanced at the clock and groaned when he saw it was only noon. He morosely flipped through a magazine that Robin had left, feeling time drag on…

And on…

And on...

He thought about putting on a movie but couldn’t really be bothered to do it.

After what felt like an eternity later (but was probably only thirty minutes) the bell chimed over the door. Steve looked up excitedly when he saw Dustin coming in. The excitement quickly dried up however, when he saw the steely determined look on his face. He stomped over to where Steve was leaning against the counter, eyes angry and hands bawled into fists.  

“Henderson, what’s wrong?”

“You!” Dustin shouted and Steve flinched back.

“What –”

“You won’t talk to me! You avoid me, Steve! I know you do.”

He opened his mouth to deny it but stopped himself from saying the words. Dustin deserved the truth. When he had decided to talk to him at Eddie’s a few nights ago, he thought he would have more time to get his thoughts together. He should have known that Dustin would get tired of his avoidance and do something about it. He had never been the type of person to shy away from uncomfortable situations.

“You’re right,” Steve said. “I have been avoiding you.”

“Why?” Dustin asked in the heart-breaking way of a child trying to understand a fundamental law of the universe. Why would you do that? Why would you hurt me that way? Why why why?

“When you look at me, I can tell sometimes that you’re not really seeing me…” Steve said, holding Dustin’s gaze. “You’re seeing him. You all do, to some extent. Robin does a good job of hiding it but I see it when she thinks I’m not looking. I can take it with the others, I get it. But with you – it hurts more when it’s you because –” Steve cut himself off and looked away, unsure of how to continue without causing more pain. “I needed to know that you saw me, that you wanted to know me,” he finished.

“How was I supposed to get to know you? I tried to talk to you, to include you but all you did was ignore me, even when I was right beside you! I wanted to know you, Steve… but you didn’t let me.”

Steve winced, knowing that Dustin was right. He had unilaterally decided that it was impossible, that Dustin would always miss Other Steve – would always rather have Other Steve – than him. He had stayed away, kept his distance, because he was afraid that he would never measure up to the brother he had lost.

“I was the one who wouldn’t let Eleven give up, you know. She wanted to stop but I begged her to keep looking. I knew you were out there. Then we found you and you’re here… but you’re not – at least not for me,” he said dejectedly, his shoulders hunched and his face defeated.

Of course Dustin would be upset, seeing how Steve had slowly been getting closer to everyone… except him. He hadn’t meant to hurt him, but he saw that he had – deeply. He needed to fix it. He needed to fix it now. The look on his face was one that Steve never wanted to see again. That he had put it there made his chest feel tight with self-loathing.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I didn’t let you. I kept you at arm’s length because – because I was afraid that even if you did get to know me you still wouldn’t be able to see me as separate from your Steve. Or if you did, that you’d be disappointed…that I’m not –” Steve trailed off. His inadequacies compared to Other Steve were something that he didn’t think would ever go away. The fact that he was in this universe at all was a testament to how much they loved him. How much they couldn’t let him go.

“Disappointed?” Dustin repeated, shaking his head. “I like the things that make you different. You play D&D, you loved Eddie… you fucking lived. I do keep looking for my Steve but it’s not for the reasons you think. Jesus, Steve – you have no idea. I see him sometimes, just like Robin probably does – but it’s because it’s rare that we look so hard. You really are a different person and I don’t think it’s only because of the year you survived alone. So yes, I look for him sometimes but that doesn’t mean I don’t see you. I like you for the things that remind me of him and for the things that make you different.”

That was… unexpected. Had he been misinterpreting the looks everyone had been giving him this whole time? No, he couldn’t have been that wrong. At least not in the beginning. Had it changed and he hadn’t noticed?

His whole worldview was being upended and he didn’t know how to handle it. The uncertainty must have shown on his face because Dustin came around to the other side of the counter. Steve turned and waited until he was standing in front of him – but he still didn’t know what to say. His mind was spinning, hopeful yet confused.

“Do you see me, Steve?” Dustin asked, turning the question back on him. “Or do you see the Dustin you lost?”

The question hurt; the pain cutting because that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wanted Dustin to be able to do something that he wasn’t able to do himself. But how unfair had he been to deny them both a relationship they wanted because of his failure?

“Both,” he whispered the agonizing truth. “Always both.”

He thought this truth would hurt Dustin in the same way that it always hurt himself, but the younger boy smiled at him instead. Small and with so much understanding and Steve was thrown by the maturity he saw in it.

“You haven’t given us enough credit, Steve. We knew when we went looking that you weren’t going to be the same as the Steve that we lost – but we went looking anyway. You think it wasn’t something we talked about? That we might find a version of you that didn’t even know us? That we might find a Steve who was so different from who we knew as to be unrecognizable? It didn’t matter, we needed to know – I needed to know that a version of you was alive somewhere. Then we found your universe. A universe that looked so irreparably different from ours that we didn’t expect you to be like our Steve at all.” Tears welled in Dustin’s eyes and his voice turned raspy as he said with quiet weight, “but you were still his brother.”

“I was,” Steve said around the emotion tightening his throat.

“So, why can’t you be mine?” Dustin asked, voice breaking.  

The question was soft, quiet – brave. Innocently simple. Why can’t you be my mine? And the answer, of course, was that he could be. So why were the words so hard to say? He nodded quickly and the hope burning in Dustin’s eyes cut right through him. He had told himself to fix it; so that’s what he did.

“I can be,” Steve said with determination and sincerity. “I want to be.”

It didn’t matter, in the end, whose memories belonged to whom. Dustin was Dustin and Steve was Steve and everything they had gone through was still theirs. It didn’t matter that Dustin had lost Steve and Steve had lost Dustin – because right now, they were standing in front of each other, alive. With all the shared history of family between them, and how could Steve deny the miracle of that?

Dustin smiled, widely and toothily and rushed into his arms.

“Thanks for not giving up on me,” Steve said into his hair, holding him closer.

“Never,” Dustin said, clutching him back just as tightly.

Steve couldn’t explain it – but the universe felt right all of a sudden. A missing piece of the puzzle had been found and the whole picture finally made sense. His wrong-footed shoes felt right, comfortable even. They released each other after a moment, surreptitiously wiping their eyes.

“Does this mean you’ll play D&D with us?” Dustin asked sheepishly.

Steve barked out a laugh and reached out to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah,” he said around a wide smile. “I’ll play.”

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-Hello everyone, I apologize deeply for how long this has taken. No piece of writing has challenged me more than this… I struggled so deeply to have these characters express their emotions in a realistic way. Every word was painstakingly chosen, rewritten, changed, changed back, deleted, and agonized over. That whole scene changed so so many times and I really love certain moments and I am completely unhappy with others. I would love any and all feedback! -If you'd like the full playlist for Eddie's tape please check out my note on this chapter on AO3 :)

[vampyrsm]

cowboy!bakugo thought time.

so i’m imagining he works on your daddy’s farm, it’s a big old thing. lots of land that has been in your family for generations, a beautiful herd of cattle that is your father's pride and joy. he doesn’t live in the main house, obviously, but he does have a nice cabin just down the way that’s close enough to the ranch if he has to get up in the night for emergencies but also not so close that he can imagine he owns the land around him and lives a humble life.

he’s not always been interested in you, having written you off as a spoiled rancher's daughter when he first saw you because of your pretty blue dress and neatly curled hair. that was until one morning he was coming in to start his day at 5am sharp, his job was to let the cattle out to roam and then he can get to work on their shed, and tend to the horses & tack.

so colour him surprised when he opens the ranch door to see you already hard at work in shining those new boots your daddy got you for riding, his eyes track to the shiny leather of the saddle you just finished washing up. even the metal of the stirrups looks brand new. he always thought you were too stuck up, too prissy to be working down in the muck of the stable with the rest of ‘em.

another time he catches himself being surprised to see you is when you’re actually there after agreeing to wake up extra early to let the cattle out just before sunrise, you’re sat on the back of the beautiful mustang your father managed to win in an auction. your hairs pulled back into a loose braid, you’re still in your dress but you don’t seem to be uncomfortable with it. you look so relaxed, so natural on the back of a horse with the sun just rising behind you whilst you watch the cattle start to jostle around in preparation to be released.

over time he does start to get closer to you, be it when he gets alone time with you in the early hours of the morning when you’re both cleaning tack or mucking out the stables. or when he catches you in town on your way back home, you always refused to let him go into town to buy you things. always saying “i know i might not look like much but i can handle my own.” and doesn’t he know it, he remembers watching you punch the new stable hand clean in the nose for trying to swat at your ass with a horse whip.

he grows fond of you, always somewhere nearby when you’re out on the farm doing something. so that’s how he’s close by when he hears your startled scream, and then the undeniable sound of something heavy, and fast running. horses aren’t so heavy-footed so he knows it’s an escapee cow. he wastes no time in hopping onto the back of his horse, spurs digging in to encourage the horse to move faster.

as he clears out into the field, he can see the cow in question is absolutely ripping up the beautiful wheat that was just starting to grow and would surely be ruined after this. but cows are dangerous, stupidly so. he had no choice but to pursue, his hand going for the lasso on his belt as he leans his body forward and stood in the stirrups. it takes a practised hand and aimed throw but he finally loops the rope around the cow's neck, the thing slowing down when it realises it’s been caught.

he sees you breathe in relief and your face relaxes just slightly when he makes his way back over to you, the cow in tow. he hops off of his horse, leading the cow back into the pasture and making sure to double-check the latch is down before he turns to you. you have a bruise already on your jaw, looking suspiciously like the metal latch he was just touching.

“you alright? not hurt too bad are ya?” he says approaching you, you shake your head whilst puffing out your cheeks at the dirt you’re caked in.

“i’m fine.. dumb thing got spooked at somethin’.” you’re looking up at him now, squinting an eye at the sun that’s beating down on your face. he hums in response.

“well, your daddy’s gon’ kill me for tearin’ up the new field he just laid.”

“i’ll make sure he won’t, you did a good job. thank you for helpin’ me out katsuki.” you’re still smiling at him, he can’t help but smile back at you.

“good ‘cus who’s gonna save your sorry ass when one of the chickens get loose and start pecking at ya.” now he’s laughing as you slap at his arm, cursing him with a mouth that surely should not belong to the beautiful innocent rancher's daughter.

he’s absolutely smitten with you after that.

and your daddy doesn’t rip into him too much. apparently, you begged your father to not be too harsh on bakugo because it was your fault the latch wasn’t down and it would’ve been so much worse if the cow escaped onto the road or somehow into the house.

been rewatching westworld, and all i could think about is cowboy bakugo :( i love him.

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[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you so much @nugget4550 for commissionin Red being a flirty bastard with their OC. It’s always such a joy to write this saucy fella!

“... well, hello there.” Red purred.

... The human sitting at the Grillby’s bar looked up from their drink, visibly taken aback as the large skeleton slid into the stool beside them. Despite being dressed appropriately for a casual bar like Grillby’s, in loose jeans and a black top, their body language gave away that this wasn’t their usual place. 

“O-oh,” they gave him a quick once-over, the slight flush rising to their ruddy cheeks giving him the confidence boost to continue his advances. “Erm... I...”

Red reached into his own almost-empty drink with two phalanges, plucking out an ice cube. He pinched and the little transparent block cracked into several pieces- he had a stupid grin on his face, golden tooth winking in the low warm light.

“there we go. that was an icebreaker. i’m red, what’s yer name?”

... The joke took a moment to register. But once it did, their eyes lit up, and an attractive laugh burst out of them. His grin hitched up his cheekbones... he liked how they looked tough, dressing in dark colours and with a tattoo peeking out over their collarbone from under their shirt, but their eyes and lavender Soul betrayed someone who got easily flustered when their guard was down and liked to smile. 

“N-Nova...” they fiddled with their fingers like know what to do with them. They seemed... not used to being flirted with? “My name is Nova.”

“pretty name fer a pretty human.” Red purred, propping his elbow on the bar and leaning in closer. “can’t say i’ve seen ya around here before. what made you pick this hovel?”

Grillby crackled, noticeably, from his position behind the bar. But if he was really upset about Red’s jab at his establishment, he didn’t say anything.

“This isn’t a hovel.” They teased, giving him a look that made his chest warm. They folded one leg over the other; Red could see that they were wearing black combat boots with a slight heel, laces tied with the stray ends tucked into the sides. This was an organised, professional person. “... I wanted to try monster alcohol. I asked around, and everyone said this was the place to be.”

They spoke somewhat formally, but with a tilting edge of casualness that probably only came on with the drinks. Red chuckled, deeply- he was a few drinks in, too.

“so... how does our liquid poison compare, then?”

His chuckle had clearly elicited a reaction in them, but they tried to play it off. “I-it tastes completely different. Nowhere near as bitter. And the effect is a lot more pleasant.”

“glad to hear it.” He mused. “you mind me askin’ what a stunner like you does for a livin’? you go around makin’ poor innocent monsters fall for you all the time, or am i special?”

An attractive pinkish colour flooded their cheeks, voice almost shaking. “I-I’m a pilot. A flight instructor. A-and you?”

“a pilot?” Red’s brows raised. “shit, that’s why we really took off, isn’t it?”

More laughter bubbled out of them, infectious and pleasant. He really liked that sound, leaning in even closer. 

“you asked about my job...” He winked, voice lowering playfully until only they could hear him. “i’m actually ground crew. if you want, i’ll handle your baggage anytime, doll.”

They put a hand over their face, letting out a flustered “O-oh jeez,”, but they leant in too... like the two of them were sharing a secret.

“you’re jus’ a high altitude person, nova. that’s why you keep takin’ my breath away.”

“Th-these jokes are really landing, Red.” they managed to squeeze out.

He all but glowed. “speakin’ of flyin, doll, you wanna make an early departure? back to my place, maybe?”

They giggled. “One more drink. On me. Then... we can see if you like your landings soft or hard...?”

Red felt his eyelights light up as their proud laughter continued. This one... oh, he liked this one.

//--//--//

Nova woke up on a couch. 

...That wasn’t actually all that unusual- who hasn’t woken up one morning sprawled on their couch with vague regrets swirling around in their head? The unusual part was that they could immediately tell it wasn’t their couch. It smelled different, it was a different colour. They could hear a TV, they could feel a fuzzy thudding hangover sensation in the back of their head... and they could smell someone’s smokey scent.

... They opened their eyes to find themselves cuddled against a large, warm skeleton monster’s chest.

... And they were wearing his shirt.

Nova sat up, immediately, a zap of confusion and panic going through them- what did they do? They went home with the guy from the bar!? Looking down, they were still wearing their boots and jeans, but the oversized grey shirt swallowing them certainly was not theirs.

“... Oh no. Crap.” They whispered, sharply, swinging their legs over the side of the couch and preparing to stand. “Crap, crap...”

...

A snort, from the couch.

Nova turned and looked over their shoulder, bright red already, to see... well, Red, shuffling slightly to sit up. He had an easy grin resting on his face.

“I-I,” they wanted to melt into the floor. “I apologise, I-”

“relax, cutie.” His voice was husky with morning sleepiness. “we didn’t smash parts, if that’s what yer worried about.”

...

“... O-oh.” They visibly relaxed. “Then, erm... what...?”

“the only thing you smashed was a whole glass of firewhiskey. which is admirable, definitely hot to watch, but also... a terrible idea.” He rested his arms on his knees, grinning. “grillby makes those things strong enough to stagger me. y’got pretty messed up pretty quickly, couldn’t tell me where you lived, so you ended up crashing at my place.”

“... Why am I wearing...?”

“ah. yeah,” his eyelights twinkled with mirth. “you kinda blew chunks on your home clothes.”

... Nova was utterly mortified, burying their head in their hands. Red chuckled again, getting up off the couch and stretching back, spine audibly popping.

“how’s the hangover?” He asked, voice easy as he changed the subject to spare their feelings, raising one hand over his back and letting the joints crack.

“... My hangover isn’t that bad, to be honest.” They rubbed their temple. If they’d had that much human alcohol they would’ve been borderline comatose by the time morning came. “... I don’t feel very ill, or particularly unwell. Just...”

“weird ache in yer head and chest?”

“... Yes. Exactly.”

“it’s cus monster alcohol is mostly magic,” a yawn that showed off his jagged teeth. “doesn’t affect humans all that much, mostly scrambles your brain and soul for a few hours.”

“... Thanks for looking after me, Red.” Nova said, gently. “I really appreciate it.”

“course. anythin’ for the pilot who hijacked my heart.” He purred. 

Nova immediately flushed again, and Red couldn’t help but laugh.

“anyway. whaddya want for breakfast?”

[thebackseatofjimsblazer]

Pairing: Pre-Vietnam!Hopper x Reader

Rating: E — MINORS!DNI

CW & WC: 4.5K — unknown mutual pining, friends to lovers trope. You eat a popsicle infront of him. SMUT! Oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talk. hop is pretty sweet in this. I also realized that not everyone calls water spouts”spickets” so ya know… gotta love locational English lmao also, hop picks you up but like the fic isn’t body size specific. I.E. daddy is strong and will pick up anyone imo

Summary: The moment that you had seen what Jim’s shorts looked like with his hard on pressing against his jeans was the moment you realized that Jim could be a friend and a boy. That was also the moment you developed something for Jim you wouldn't be able to describe correctly for a while. Or where you and Jim are spending time together on a summers day after graduation.

There were very few things that Jim did that you didn’t notice. You noticed how he was caring to his friends… the way his shoulders would bounce in time with his boisterous laugh… how a small piece of hair would fall in front of his forehead when his nose was in the latest issue of sports illustrated… and by God did you notice the way he looked when he was sitting in your bubble chair. 

Usually, when you sat in it, your feet grazed the floor beneath you; you just seemed to melt into the cushions. But when he sat in it, his feet were always planted on the carpet with his knees bent enough to be raised above the level of his hips. There was no doubt about it; he was just too damn big to be sitting in it comfortably. But every time he came over, he’d always beg to sit in it until you conceited with a few chuckles. You weren’t really putting up a fight, you just liked when he gave you the closest thing he had to puppy dog eyes and the look of excitement when you gave him the okay.

You watched him from your bed as he carefully sat in your bubble chair, cautious to not let it swing too much from his momentum and planting his feet firmly on the ground beneath him to not allow his full body weight to rest on the chain connecting to the ceiling. Once he was situated, he folded his arms over his chest and panned his line of sight to you.

“Ya know, I’ll never get tired of telling you every time I sit in this thing that I’m glad you saved up two summers for it.” He says with the same look of pure joy on his face each time he sits in it. It was true though, you did save up for two whole summers working as a babysitter for various families around Hawkins. With all of the kids being home from school, but some parents being out of the house all day, you were able to work almost everyday those summers.

Thinking about the last two summers reminded you of all of the times Jim came over to whoever’s house you were at that day. It wasn’t often, since he had also been working some days, so each time was easy to remember. One that sticks out specifically was the day you had been watching the Robinsons’ boys. The day was extremely hot, reaching almost 100 degrees according to the newspaper. Fortunately enough, the Robinsons were a wealthy family; Mr. Robinson was the CEO of whatever-major-corporation that you never bothered to remember and Mrs. Robinson was a “dietitian”. You think of her occupation as a very loose definition of a dietitian, seeing as she had no schooling or training on the matter. She wrote cook books and gave seminars on how people should control themselves around food. Education or not, you had to give it to her. She was making a killing by telling people what to do. With both of their incomes, they were able to buy a house with a pool in the backyard and central cooling inside. Both of those combined is what made that very hot summer day bearable.

Around one o’clock that day, you got a call on the Robinson’s house phone. You remember how desperate Jim sounded on the other side; voice strained and dramatic. Being a great friend, you only made him beg for a couple of minutes and made him promise you and the boys some popsicles. When Jim had gotten to the house in nothing but jeans he had cut off at the knees and a box of popsicles - that had fully melted on his way over - you couldn’t tell if it was actually the weather that was getting hotter or if it was seeing the glistening sweat on his chest. Either way, your head had felt a little light and you knew that you needed to cool off some more. Jim just pushed past you to get into the house, not giving you any time to drink him in like you had wanted to. 

Luckily enough, he had brought the kind of popsicles that could be frozen again without it being an issue. So the two of you laid out in the reclined pool chairs with some popsicles, while also monitoring the boys. 

“Wanna have a popsicle eating contest? Whoever finishes last gets pushed into the pool?” He asks, turning his head to meet your eyes. Without any hesitation, you move your lounge chair so that both of the parts where your feet had been resting were touching. Jim sat up and put his legs on either side of his chair, so you did the same. You both grabbed fresh popsicles out of the cooler where you were stashing them for easy access. 

“On three, we start. No biting off-“ you start laying out the rules, but Jim interupts you before you can finish. 

“What? No, what do you mean no biting? We’ll be here forever unless we can bite and chew.” He argues. His brows were in a quizzical position that made you laugh.

“No biting because I have sensitive teeth and you would totally use that to your advantage to inhale yours.” You counter. 

“Okay, no biting. What are the rest of the rules?” He asks.

“No biting, but you are allowed to use your teeth to kind of scrape it. You have to keep your whole body and being on your chair. Oh, and you lose if your popsicles breaks and falls off the stick.” You nodded your head in a definite way to make sure that he understood, but he had started counting to three instead. The both of you quickly got to work at eating.

With your teeth being sensitive, but determined to at least try your hardest to not lose, you had closed your eyes to try to focus on the popsicle instead of the pain your teeth were in from scraping the popsicle. You had wanted it to melt evenly, so you were trying to cover as much surface area as you could. By the time you got to the bottom inch or so - what you couldn’t reach earlier - your teeth weren’t hurting, so you opened your eyes again. Jim had been sitting there, watching you intently, holding his popsicle in front of his mouth. Turning yours sideways to lick it at a better angle, you quirk your eyebrow when you noticed he wasn’t eating his anymore. 

“Jim, aren’t you at least going to try?” You ask before popping your popsicle between your lips again. His point of view had switched between your face and your chest, lips parted slightly to compensate for his increased breathing. You looked down and saw that some melted juice had dripped down, you giggled and wiped it away, “Oops.” You locked your eyes to his when you brought your finger up to your mouth to suck away the juice.

You didn’t catch on that Jim was hung up about what he was seeing, so you chuckled and said, “Jim come on, eat your popsicle.” You were so close to finishing yours, that you had started taunting him by leaning forward and suckling on the rest of your popsicle. “I’m gonna win.” You sang. 

Out of your lower peripheral, you saw Jim’s hand squeeze around his thigh which had caused you to look there. Almost immediately, you saw his hard on and the way his jeans bunched around his crotch from the tightness. Out of some kind of compulsion, you felt like you couldn't take your eyes away. It hasn’t been very long that you had been curious about the opposite sex, so you hadn’t thought about Jim as a boy. He was just a friend, an entirely different being when compared to a boy. A friend was there to help you pop pimples on your back. Boys were going to lay you on your back. 

The moment that you had seen what Jim’s shorts looked like with his hard on pressing against his jeans was the moment you realized that Jim could be a friend and a boy. That was also the moment you developed something for Jim you wouldn't be able to describe correctly for a while. 

Still in thought, recalling the memory of that day, you neglect to hear the first time he says your name. It takes him saying it again and waving his hand around to catch your attention, “Y/N, where’d you go?” He chuckles.

“Oh sorry, I was just thinking about something.” You say, turning away from his stare as your cheeks heat up. Your eyes trail to your nightstand to find something to fiddle with, becoming timid and shy under his stare with that memory in the front of your mind. You’re thankful right now that he isn’t some kind of superhero with mind reading capabilities or you’d for sure be getting made fun of.

“It’s all good, I was just going to ask if you wanted to take turns hosing each other down in the backyard. It’s kind of warm today, but not warm enough for the lake.” Jim suggests. You pondered the idea for a few seconds before you were grabbing a bathing suit top and their matching bottoms and heading to the bathroom to change into them. With it being early summer, just a few weeks after graduation, it was starting to warm up in Hawkins. 

Coming out of the bathroom, you notice Jim isn’t in your room anymore. Throwing your clothes onto your bed, you leave to go search for him. You check the living room, he's not there. You check the kitchen, just to make sure he’s not making himself a snack, and yet he’s not there either. Walking to the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard, you finally see him. He’s standing near the water spout with the hose on, drenching his chest in the water. As mentioned earlier, you notice a lot of things about Jim; this time is no different. 

The water cascades down his toned chest and torso; some of the water seeping into his jean cutoffs, some splashing into the grass below him. You bite your bottom lip, watching as different muscles clench and spasm from the coldness of the water. You think about what those muscles would look like under you… how they would contract out of pleasure… how they would feel when-

“Y/N! Get out here before I come in and drag you out myself.” He laughs, aiming the water hose up in the air so that the water comes down like a light shower over him. You slide the door open and step out. Turning your body to make sure that it closes correctly, you don't see Jim aim the hose at you. The water was a lot colder than you anticipated, making you arch your back and attempt to block it with your palms.

“You jerk!” Jim just laughs, knowing that you're not actually mad at him. You stomp your way over to him and try snatching the hose out of his hands. Each time you try to grab it, he either moves it to the opposite side of him or raises it above his head so that it's out of your reach. Both of you are giggling messes, playfully fighting over the hose. Jim fully turns away from you with the hose held close to his chest, so you jump onto his back; legs wrapping around his sides and arms reaching over his shoulders for the hose. At first he’s a little wobbly from his center of gravity changing, but he quickly recovers.

“Jim, give it here.” You whine out near his ear. You try reaching for it a few more times with one hand, the other hand was planted right on his muscled chest. You stop fighting for the hose when you notice that Jim had turned his head and was staring straight at you. 

“You want me to give it to you, Y/N?” He asked, voice low. You were caught off guard with his question. To you, it sounded like he had asked it in a bedroom voice. Albeit, it was the bedroom voice you created for him in your fantasies. In a dazed and foggy brain, you nod your head yes. Of course you wanted him to give it to you! You’ve been wanting it for a while now if you were being honest. Feeling the cold water on your face brought you back to reality. Realizing he was talking about the hose, you laughed it all off and reached for it. This time being successful and pointing the hose right at him for payback. 

“Oh, yeah! What now, Jim?” You taunt, both of you laughing. Still being on Jim’s back, he decides to better support you by reaching back and holding your thighs. It wasn’t too often that you and Jim were this close physically, so feeling his big hands on your thighs and his toned back muscles between your legs was making your core hot. “Let me down, I want to try something.” You say, wanting to get out of your current position in hopes of pushing away the butterflies in your stomach. Once down, Jim turns around so that he was facing you.

“Okay… so, what did you want to try?” He asks, hands on his hips while he patiently waited for you. Without any hesitation, you pointed the hose right at his face like he had done to you earlier. You immediately burst into a fit of giggles as he struggles to grab the hose from you, but he soon gives up and starts to grab for you instead. You try to run away, but Jim was too quick with his long legs and long arm reach. Being as tall as he was really gave him the advantage.

Maneuvering you so that he was able to hold both of your wrists in one of his hands, he grabbed the hose from the ground and aimed it so that the water was falling over your head. There was no way to get out of his grasp, so you chose to fall into the grass in an attempt to wiggle and squirm away from him. 

You found no such luck; his grip on your wrists were lock-tight. The moment that he took the water away from you, you looked up at him. You didn't know what you expected to see, but your face being level with his crotch and him looking at you with wide eyes wasn’t what you thought you’d see. You couldn’t help but bite your lip when you noticed the way his arm muscles were flexed from reaching out to hold your hands above your head… or the way his toned abs and chest looked from this angle… or the way his dick was chubbing up in his pants. Seeing that, right in front of your face, made your stomach drop in the best way possible. You immediately looked up and made eye contact with Jim. His eyes were still wide, if not wider. 

Quickly letting go of your wrists, he says, “Uhh… I'm gonna be honest here and just say that I never thought you'd ever look at me like that.” His lips stay parted, allowing extra air to enter his lungs; his breathing has now changed to an increased pattern.

“Is it… is it bad that I looked at you… like that?” You ask nervously. You gulped the excess spit that had gathered in your mouth. Yes, you were nervous. But the way Jim looked, towering over you, made your mouth water in anticipation. When you see him shake his head no, you look back to Jim’s crotch. His dick had grown more, but it didn’t seem like it was fully hard. “Do you like me, Jim?” You ask. Still at a loss for words, Jim chooses to nod his head yes instead of trying to force an answer out. Seeing him nod was all you needed; immediately, you stood up and pulled him down by his neck, kissing him right on the lips. God, have you wanted to do that for a while now. It took Jim a few seconds to register what you were doing, but soon he was kissing you back with force and enthusiasm.

When Jim pulled away, you weren’t hurt or confused. You were just glad that he kissed you back before breaking away. Breathlessly, he asks, “How far do you see this going, doll?” This, however, did confuse you.

“Uh, do you mean today or in the long run?” You ask. Because lets be honest, both should be answered even if they were along the same lines. Before Jim was able to clarify, you continued, “In the long run, I know I want you in my life. Whether that’s for another month, another year, or another 10 years. I just want you in my life for as long as you're willing to be in mine. But as for today…” You hesitate. There was no pretty or delicate way to tell Jim what you want him to do to you, so you pull him down even farther so that your lips are level with his ear and say, “Today I need you to finally fuck me.” 

Jim swiftly picked you up and began walking you back into the house. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?” He asks. Instead of giving him an answer, or asking him how long, you began kissing his neck where your face had been settled in at. 

Walking down the hallway to your room, Jim stops and pins you to the wall causing you to stop leaving open mouthed kisses along his neck. He mumbles something about you being so hot and then grabs your face in his big hands. Looking you in the eyes, he brings you in for a needy kiss. 

This time it’s you who breaks away from the kiss first. Asking to be let down because you want to try something, Jim does so after squeezing your ass in his strong hands. You’d be an absolute liar if you said that didn’t make you throb. Standing between Jim and the wall, you turn him so that he was then the one against the wall. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to suck your cock, Jim?” You ask, your fingers slowly tracing down his abdomen to his belt. Jim only let out a low pitched whine instead of answering; he was unable to trust his words while watching and listening to you. Getting his belt buckle undone, and his jeans, you reach your hand down into his cutoffs and grasp his thick cock. Jim let out a throaty moan at the sensation, letting his head fall back against the wall. Starting to pump him in his jeans, you ask, “Have you ever wondered what my mouth felt like, Jim?” 

“God, yes. Y/N, please…” His words come out in breathy moans as you continue. Deciding that you had put him through enough, you pull his jeans down just enough for his now fully hardened cock to spring out. You knew he was big, but seeing it out in the open is completely different than straining in his pants. Getting down onto your knees, you grab his base and begin pumping him in your hand again. This time, you look up to meet him in his eyes and allow the head of his cock to tap onto your outstretched tongue. In all of your years of friendship, you’ve never seen Jim this desperate for literally anything. 

You wrap your lips around his red, precum leaking head and watch his eyes flutter shut. You swirl your tongue around the circumference, still only having the first couple of inches in your mouth, while hollowing your cheeks. 

“Jesus Christ, you're so good. You're doing so good, princess.” He rambled as one of his hands found purchase in your hair. You hummed from his praise, his words going straight to your core. You slowly begin to desensitize the back of your throat by continuing to take in more inches with each bob of your head. One of your hands was wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping in a pleasing rhythm with the pace you had set with your mouth. Reaching down with your other hand, you began rubbing yourself through your shorts. 

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. I wish you could see how pretty and plump your lips look right now.” He says, mouth agape as he looks down and watches you. “Fuck, baby… are you touching yourself?” He asks. You moan and try your best to nod, not wanting to interrupt the pace you're at. Jim releases a deep, throaty moan when he learns that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. “Get your pretty ass up.” Standing up, Jim pulls you in for a feverish kiss. Very soon into the kiss, he’s pulling at your clothes trying to get them off as fast as possible. Once completely bare, Jim picks you up so that your legs are resting around his waist like earlier and continues walking further into the house until he’s walking into your room. Once there, he drops you onto your bed and climbs up until he’s kneeling between your legs. 

“Fuck baby, can’t believe you’re this soaked for me and I haven’t even touched you.” He says as he draws a finger from your center up to your clit. You shudder in pleasure, body full of anticipation waiting for what’s to come next. Jim’s large hands grab your knees and pried your legs open, allowing him to drop a glob of spit onto your exposed center. A breathy moan leaves your lips when you feel it pelt against your clit. Grabbing his cock in one hand, Jim teases your slit. Light whimpers come from your throat when you feel his thick head rub from your opening to your clit and back down. 

“Jim, please. I-“ You stutter out, eyes flitting as you start to feel him press against your hole. 

“I know, honey… I know…” He breathes out. Jim’s mouth hangs open as his brows knit together. “I just gotta go slow; gotta be easy on you, my sweet darling.” Jim had just barely gotten his tip in when you both let out moans. Inch by inch, Jim slowly presses himself into you. Every couple of inches or so, you squeeze almost impossibly tight around him before relaxing and allowing more of him to enter. There was no doubt that Jim had a fat, meaty cock so you were completely stretched by the time he bottomed out.

Jim’s eyes scanned your face for any signs of discomfort or pain, so he nodded to ask if you were okay when he thought you could be ready. You nodded back to him and let out a quiet moan when he dragged himself out. Over and over, Jim slowly brought himself in and out. There was a loving rhythm he created for you; too considerate of your pleasure to speed up. Soon enough, Jim was pushing all the way in, grinding upward when both of your pubic bones met, giving your clit much needed stimulation. Each time he did that, you let out an animalistic moan.

“God, I could listen to you all day.” He groaned out, grabbing your knees to bring them closer to your chest. The new angle, mixed with the way Jim was grinding against your clit with every thrust, sent you farther towards your orgasm. Feeling the waves of warmth and firey prickles across your body, you look at where you and Jim were connecting, then back up to him. 

“Make me cum, Jim. I’m so- ‘m so close.” Sitting up straighter, Jim could no longer stimulate you the same way he had before. But before you could protest, he trailed his thumb down to your clit. Pistoning into you now, Jim was able to see your body react to his unforgiving thrusts. 

“Such a sight- you’re absolutely beautiful,” He grunts. You notice that damned piece of hair fall in front of his forehead as he studies your body before making eye contact with you. “Is my girl going to cum?” He asks.

Too cock drunk to speak, you aggressively nod your head; your brows furrowed and mouth agape. Jim slows his assault on your clit, putting your orgasm on hold. A whine escapes you as Jim chuckles at you. “Come on, sweetheart… I know you can use your words.”

“Jim, I- I’m gonna cum.” You breathe out, using all of your strength to form a sentence. As soon as Jim heard what he wanted, he began rubbing on your clit again. This time, everything about it was more than perfect. He was putting the right amount of pressure on it along with the perfect motion. Within seconds, your pussy was clamping down on him in an almost excruciating way for him. It wasn’t long after that Jim was also nearing his climax, so you decided to egg him on.

“Cum for me, Jim. I need you to fill me up.” You said. Jim thought everything he had heard from you was music to his ears, but he stood corrected when you said that. You saying that did it for him. 

“You want my cum? Huh?” He grunted, hips speeding up as he chased his release. His grip became tighter on your legs; you were almost certain that there would be light bruises where his fingertips are. You nod your head and hum to encourage him. Through gritted teeth, Jim asks, “You gon’ take my whole load, princess?”

“Every last drop.” 

And with that, Jim’s hips were stuttering before he pushed them all the way into yours. Loud, broken grunts that started from his chest left Jim’s lips as he came. Reaching up, you pull Jim down in a needy, sloppy kiss. 

Pulling out, Jim laid down next to you on his back. Pulling you into his side so that your head was on his chest, he asked, “So… how long?”

You pondered for a second, not sure if you wanted to give him more satisfaction than you just did. You looked up from where your head was resting to look at him. He had a sheen of sweat on his skin, the piece of hair you love so much was stuck to his forehead, and he had an ethereal afterglow. “More than a year,” you divulged. “And you?” 

“Mmh…” Jim went into a pause, seeming to think about his answer. “I’d have to say since the summer after freshman year.” His answer stirred a laugh from you. 

“Oh God, but that was when-“

“When you went through your Brando obsession. You have no idea how much I wanted you to look at me the way you would those damn movie posters.” He chuckles. You let your head rest back on his chest, soaking up the comfort he gave you. A peaceful silence fell as the both of you soaked up the intimate setting. 

“Hey Jim…” you say. Close to falling asleep, Jim only hums in acknowledgment. “Did we turn off the hose?”

[m1a-dixon]

could you write Daryl x pregnant! reader but reader dies?

I didn’t keep it.

Pairings: Boyfriend! Daryl x pregnant! Fem reader

Warnings: blood, pregnancy, mentions of sex once (no smut!), swearing!

Synthesis: he didn’t loose one, but 2 of the most precious things in his life.

Note: I don’t know how long you wanted this so I apologize if it isn’t your Ideal.

Italics: past

OOC DARYL!

Your hand grazed the pregnancy test gently. Two red marks had appeared on the test. Your breath hitched. Panic arose. You made sure to use protection. How did it happen? Your chest kept rising.

How were you going to tell the group? How were you going to tell Daryl? How were you going to raise a baby during the apocalypse? Questions like those raced through your mind.

Lori had also died during her pregnancy with Judith, what if that happens to you? You sighed sharply before exiting the bathroom. “Daryl!” You called. “Daryl we need to talk.” You said. You dropped on the couch waiting for your boyfriend.

“Did I do somethin’?” Daryl asked while walking downstairs of your shared house in Alexandria. “No, you didn’t, but you have to listen to me.” You said, making sure to emphasize on the have.

“We use protection right?”

He nodded.

“Holy shit, are ya-“

You hummed in Confirmation, Daryl instantly got up and hugged you. You sat there in shock. Normally Daryl isn’t the type to show affection.

“I promise to protect ya, and our lil’ baby.”

“You promise?”

“I cross ma heart.”

“Okay then, let’s go tell the others.” You singsonged, joy filled the both of your eyes, Daryl had a heartwarming smile, you smiled back. You loved this side of him, and every side of him.

—

You both had recently found out your child was a girl, Daryl was suppose to go out for some more supplies for the baby, Judith’s things would’ve worked fine, but Daryl was persistent.

Now, Daryl’s eyes filled with horror, he had one promise. To protect you and your unborn girl. He crossed his heart. He stood in silent somber. The walker bit your shoulder.

There was nothing he could do. His precious girls were dying. Crimson blood stained your clothes

He sat next to your limped body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m so fuckin sorry.”

“I could protect ya, I couldn’t keep ma promise, I’m so so fuckin sorry sunshine.” He looked at you, almost as a whole different person, tears constantly dripped down his face.

“It’s not your fault.” You choked in between sobs, you grasped Daryl’s hand, held it for the last time.

“I’m so sorry sunshine.” He kept whispering, ignoring you.

“Daryl please, listen to me one last time.” You said, taking a knife out of your pocket, you held the tip of the knife, the other hand was towards Daryl. Your eyes locked. Daryl’s eyes widened.

“yer kidding.” He spoke.

“I wish I was, you have to Daryl, I can’t hurt you, kill me before I turn into one of them.” You explained briefly. Daryl took the knife. “I love you so much Daryl, I wish I could tell you how much.” You say, coughs in between, you were sobbing.

“I-“ he said, before coming to a halt.

You were dead. Your eyes had been shut, your entire body was sagged. No life was left in you.

“I love ya.” He responded to your lifeless figure, before stabbing the knife gently into your temple.

He got up, looked at you one more time.

“I love ya, both of ya, ma precious girls.”

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[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - fifteen | *heartlessly*

“Keeho, if you don’t get out of my fucking way--” you warned.

“Haha~~ haha~~ haha~~”

“Keeho!”

You died.

“I can’t… I can’t stand you. We’re no longer friends.”

You watched as your bean person got shoved out of their cubby and plinkoed down the pegs underneath.

“I wonder if this is how horses feel.”

🗻of Namhae✅: Lol QuackIsWhack✅: There’s a horse loose in the plinko 🗻of Namhae✅: There’s a plinko loose in the hospital JohnnyYuta: There’s a hospital loose in the plinko A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: There’s a color theory loose in the horse SleepySheepy😴: 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 LeaBea: There’s a loose loose in the loose YangYangGangGang: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔 SleepySheepy😴: Loose loose goose goose Minhoe: Duck duck duck-- GOOSE! SleepySheepy😴: -.- MinHoe: Run, Sheepy SleepySheepy😴: 😴😴😴 MinHoe: I don’t like you

“What?” Keeho asked.

“Nothing.” You sighed as you watched the next game start. “I can’t believe you did me like that, Keeho. I wanted to try and get the crown tonight.”

“You’ve gotten it before.”

“No I haven’t!”

“You haven’t?”

“No!”

“Oh… well, it is a battle royale.”

“...I’m going to call your mom.”

Keeho laughed. “No you’re not.”

You raised your eyebrows, not that he could see, took out your phone and looked for her contact. 

“In the words of John Cena: are you sure about that?”

“What?”

You found her and clicked the contact, putting your phone on speaker so your mic could pick it up. You adjusted your sound settings so anything Keeho said would be fed through the speakers.

“...Who are you calling?”

“It’s definitely not your mom.”

JohnnyYuta: Oh my GOD! CAT! A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: CAT! WHAT? I💚Keeho: She’s not! 🗻of Namhae✅: She would! There’sARockInMySock: She can’t be! QuackIsWhack✅: She IS! UltimateHyung: No she isn’t! TheNicestGuy: Call me next LuciPURR: Lolololololol SleepySheepy😴: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔

The phone rang until the recipient picked up. 

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Yoon. I’m streaming.”

“Ahh. Hi, Cat. How are you, honey? Is everything okay?”

“YOU ARE NOT TALKING TO MY MOTHER!!” Keeho yelled in disbelief.

“Is that Keeho?”

“Yes it is, Mrs. Yoon, and you’ll never believe what your son just did.”

“What’d he do?”

“So we’re playing Fall Guys, do you know it?”

“Yes, Keeho showed me.”

“We were just playing - well, he’s still playing and I died - because he pushed me off a platform. He pushed me off a platform heartlessly, Mrs. Yoon.”

She gasped.

“Mom!” Keeho yelled.

“I can’t believe the son I raised from a baby, the boy I tried to instill so many strong morals in, pushed you off a platform like that.”

“Heartlessly.”

“Heartlessly.” She repeated.

🗻of Namhae✅: I love Keeho’s mom lol QuackIsWhack✅: Keeho’s mom is great A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: I’d die for her JohnnyYuta: I’d live for her A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: Either way, what bliss MinHoe: You spent so many years raising him, Mrs. Yoon LuciPurr: SO MANY years YangYangGangGang: I can’t believe Keeho would just do a thing like that LeaBea: HEARTLESSLY TheNicestGuy: Leave him out of the will I💚Keeho: Mrs. Yoon, can you adopt me? SleepySheepy😴: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔

“Where did you go wrong, Mrs. Yoon?”

“I don’t know…” she pretended to cry. “It’s just… you try so hard to raise them well, and you put them out into the world and they act like this…”

“I know, I know.”

“I’m so sorry, Cat.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Ahhh!!” Keeho yelled, half laughing. “Why are the both of you like this?”

“Did you hear that, Mrs. Yoon?”

“I did… he’s no son of mine.”

“Oh my god--” Keeho sighed. “Great, I died. Are you happy, Cat?”

“So happy. Bye Mrs. Yoon, love you!”

“Bye honey. Tell my horrible son to call me soon.”

“I will.”

You hung up with her and fixed your audio so Keeho was only coming through your head phones again.

“You’re the worst.”

“Why? I had to let her know how her pride and joy was treating others, did I not?”

“Maybe I should call your mom,” he laughed.

“I already know what she’d say.”

Keeho laughed in anticipation.

“‘Ya! That girl pushed you off?! Good! Tell her I said ‘Good!’’”

Keeho laughed harder.

“‘I’ll get her dad!’ Then she’ll find my dad and put him on speaker, ‘What? My girl pushed you off? Did she win? Good!’”

“That’s exactly how it’d go.”

“You know my parents, they’re unrealistically supportive.”

“They really are.”

LeaBea: I feel like this explains a lot of your personality, Cat There’sARockInMySock: If Cat’s parents are like that, it makes all the sense lol QuackIsWhack✅: Cat’s parents said: we will support you, *AGGRESSIVELY* JohnnyYuta: Polar opposite of toxic SleepySheepy😴: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔 A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: Mrs. Yoon and Cat’s parents are my aspirations JohnnyYuta: I wish they’d all adopt me MinHoe: Sheepy, answer your DMs SleepySheepy😴: Zzzzzzz MinHoe: I hate you 🗻of Namhae✅: Your parents were always that supportive?

“Hey, Namhae. Yeah, they’ve always been that supportive. When I was little, they told me that if I ever got bullied, to tell them about it and if I had to defend myself in a fight, they’d come to school and yell at the other kid’s parents and the teacher so I didn’t get in trouble.”

“Oh my god, I remember that. That was when those girls were picking on you, right? When we were… thirteen?”

“Mhm. My parents sat me down and I thought they were going to be like, ‘Don’t get into any fights,’ like that kind of thing. But my dad was like, ‘If she puts her hands on you, you defend yourself, you got it?’ and my mom was like, ‘If she starts a fight with you and you hit her back, we’ll come up and fight with the principal, so don’t be afraid.’”

“Yeah, I remember that. I remember when you told me that, I thought it was wild. Everyone else’s parents were out here trying to hide the fact that their kids even had their own thoughts, and your parents were like ‘Punch them in the face, I can fight the principal.’”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever fight that girl? I can’t remember.”

“So like, after… Okay so: these three girls had a crush on my friend since grade school, so they hated me. My friend moved away in junior high, and In high school one of the girls gets a boyfriend and leaves their trio, but the remaining two still hate me for some reason I don't understand. Halfway through the school year that year, one of the girls pushed me to the ground so I jumped up and popped her in the face once. When we were little she’d push me around all the time and she got in trouble one time, so but as we got older she would kind of like… orchestrate bad things happening to me instead of doing things directly, know what I mean?”

“Mhm.”

“So finally I just lose it and, pah!, once, right in the mouth and she went crying to the teacher and the school called both our parents up. My parents yelled at hers for raising a bully and the principal finally switched us to different classes - which, I forgot to say - was what my mom asked them to do at the start of the year but the administration was like, ‘Oh, they’re just kids. They’ll learn to get along.’ Horseshit.”

“Ugh, dislike.”

“I had no problem with either of those girls! But she and her friend liked the best friend I had before I met you, so they hated me.”

“But why’d they hate you?”

“Because I was his friend and a girl and ‘in their way.’ I don’t know why I just did air quotes since you can’t see it.”

Keeho laughed. 

“But yeah, they liked him so they hated me.”

“But he moved away before you and I became friends.”

“I know. They didn’t care.”

Keeho tsk’d. “People like that weren’t raised right.”

“Well, if you ever met her parents, you’d know you were right. They didn’t seem like they were even nice to her.”

“Oof.”

“Yeah, not like it makes me like her or anything but that’s a big oof.”

Di-Dng!

“What a heartwarming story.”

“Heyyy, Ryujin. What’s going on?”

“Watching your stream, Cat. I can’t believe you did her dirty like that, Keeho.”

“Oh my god,” Keeho said emphatically.

You laughed. 

“Heartlessly.” Ryujin said.

“Heartlessly.” You repeated.  “Are you going to play?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m just waiting for Yeji to get home, since I ordered food and didn’t want to open it without her.”

“No prob, no prob.”

“Can I meet your parents someday, Cat? I want to see if they’d adopt me.”

You laughed loudly. “Maybe. Lord knows Keeho is like their second child because he was always over every day after school before he became a trainee.”

“Hell yeah.” Keeho added. “Your house was the best.”

“You’re just saying that because I had Nintendo and you didn’t.”

Ryujin laughed.

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Sis wrote the most crack, most spelling-error, most uninformed oneshot of T&B that is somehow in-character and awful and I cried real tears of horror and joy. My heart is full right now. imma draw a Most Serious comic of this.

~~~~

Baranby opens his texting app fully expecting that the old  man was having another crisis only to be pleasantly surprised at the content of the messages. 

---

The rapid fire rate of incoming  texts could only mean one person was the sender. 

Hey Bunny-chan!!!~  (^_-)-☆

Crazy week right??! ( ༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ ) 

Well i dont know bout you but i want to kick back and have soem FUn 

And guess what?

And he supposes at this point Kotestu had wanted him to guess but he didn’t answer in the appropriate time alloted and grew impatient. 

Director got me some coupons to a fancy restaurant

And since we still havnet gotten our drinks yet 

Meet me friday at this location!! ∩(·ω·)∩

An address pops into his maps. 

Dont forget to dress up! (≧∇≦)/

—-

Barnaby should have known that something was up when the old man told him to dress up but he was too distracted by the butterflies in his stomach and the heat in his cheeks to think clearly. And by the time Friday rolled around, he had already arrived 20 minutes early dressed in his nines when reality finally began to sober him up. 

He can’t believe he wasted the suit that (as Fire Embelm put it) “made his ass extra phat” on this place. 

He stands there a little too long slack-jawed that Kotetsu actually finds him outside the restaurant. 

“Hey Bunny-chan!” he says in a way that makes Baranby’s heart flutter but also gives him the urge to wrap his hands around that thick sturdy neck, “glad you could make it!”

And there he is. Dressed in his normal clothes.

“I thought you said to dress fancy?” 

“Uh yeah, see?” He does a little twirl and tips his cap forward. “I got my shirt ironed.”

“Old man-” but before he could finish he is ushered inside and they are seated in ‘the best seat in the house’ because oh god Kotestsu actually made a reservation. 

This establishment  is a place Baranby never thought he would in a million years find himself in. But since meeting Wild Tiger, these event have been happening more and more often. 

Looking around the Texas-style decor, the waiters in cowboy outfits and just so much bovine memorabilia…

“This is Tyson Bison Steakhouse and Winery.”

“Yeah super fancy right?!” 

“It’s a franchise.”

“A fancy franchise!”

“There is a cardboard cut out of Tyson Bison behind you.”

“ It’s like having our friends here but not!”

Obviously nothing could ruin the good mood for Kotetsu T Karuragi. Who has seduced not one, but two people in his life with his buffoonary. 

“Whatever.” 

“That’s the spirit! And don’t worry,” he takes the coupons out of his vest and fans himself with them like a rich old lady, “Dinner’s on me!”

—-

Ok. The food wasn’t horrible. 

And the company wasn’t either. 

Maybe he was even enjoying himself? Maybe Kotetsu-san really did have good ideas sometimes. They needed some time to let loose. What was a better place no one would bother them than the franchise chain one of their friends/coworkers sponsors?

And then the check came. 

Kotetsu, in total confidence, hands the cowboy-waiter his coupons with a smile and a wink. The cowboy-waiter is not impressed. 

“Sir, these coupons are good for a free appetizer. I still need your payment information.” 

Wild Tiger laughs nervously. 

Barnaby starts to feel his blood pressure rise. 

“But you see my buddy, the DIRECTOR OF JUSTICE, gave these to me. For a meal here!”

“Yes and the coupons are good for an appetizer.” 

“I don’t see that written here.”

“Please look at the fine print sir.” 

Oh course the old man’s downfall was him being …well old. 

Barnaby decides to throw him a bone especially since the dinner wasn’t that bad. He pulls out his credit card only to be stopped by Tiger grabbing his wrist. 

“I can’t let you do that Bunny. I’m treatin’ ya today.” 

He scoffs. “You didn’t bring enough money old man, I’ll pay.” 

“No I am.” 

“an d how are you going to do that?” 

Kotetsu points to the cardboard cut out behind him. “That’s how.”

“You can’t be serious” 

“You can’t be serious sir”

“I’m very serious Bunny. The sign says if I can finish a 35 ib steak in 20 mins the meal is free.” Kotetsu turns to the waiter, “So bring me my steak!”

“Sir please.”

“Kotetsu san please, this is ridiculous.”

But Kotetsu already is re seated, tying a bib around his neck, fork and knife ready. 

“Bring me my steak!” 

With much horror, Sternbuild’s number one hero watches as the wait staff bring out a massive steak to his waiting partner and a large comically hourglass. 

The original cowboy-waiter looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. But regardless he does his job, “Begin!” 

And Kotetsu shoves the steak into his mouth.

Which lasts about 20 seconds.

Barnaby watches in horror as his work partner and life buddy makes the universal sign for choking and falls to the restaurant floor. 

Diners begin screaming and the wait staff begin scrambling to call the ambulance. 

Barnaby himself falls to the floor next to Tiger’s side as the love of his life gasps and spits out steak chunks. 

Once the coughing subsides, Barnaby can make out a raspy (but sexy) words, “I’m sorry Bunny-chan… I just wanted… to show you a good time…”

“Old man, you’re so stupid…” He would of had fun regardless of where they were. 

Still coughing but able to sit up, “Next time… you choose the place!” 

Barnaby couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“We will waive your bill if you leave now.” Both of the heroes turn to see the original cowboy-waiter behind them, “and if you two never come back we won’t press charges.”  

[amey0006]

Cotton Bud ~ Karma X Rio

Overview:-

// Rio offers to patch up Karma’s wounds after his fight with Nagisa.

// Light injuries

// Fluff, Romance

// Oneshot

A light scoff was all that seemed to fill the empty and barren classroom, followed by the stripping back of bandaids and bandages that gently wound around a pale and thin wrist, working their ways to a cheek and a busted lip. Each darkened smear of cherry red hidden from view with a subtle glazing of care.

“You could have stabbed Nagisa with your knife, but ya didn’t.”

Rio finished off the light binding of the red head’s wrist, pinning it in place and biting off the attached section with her pearlescent white teeth. They formed her infamous smirk, baring fangs of youthful mischief sorely mistaken for her lacklustre of innocence. Being as young as they both were, the pair had matured quite a bit since the school year’s commencement.

“I thought I’d be annoyed…” she grumbled, rising to her feet where she had previously been kneeling on the floor in a sort of grovelling position, now towering over the male slumped back into the creaky chair with one arm loosely slung down the backrest. Bending forward, she dabbed a cotton bud against his cheek, observing the way he only briefly flinched; clearly in a lot more pain than he was letting on.

“But honestly… I’m glad. You and Nagisa really had some issues you got ‘ta resolve.”

“I wouldn’t call them ‘issues’…” came Karma’s gruelling response, his own faint grin rhyming in parody with the blonde that met him where he sat. He was slightly relieved he didn’t have to put more effort into moving, not with the throbbing ache in his muscles and the dry stinging of his open cuts against his pale complexion. Red on white, like blood staining the untouched snow. “…Just miscommunications.”

Another stronger dab and the boy found himself trying to evade Nakamura’s not-so-tender care. This elicited a frown from the girl, one which she put to good use when chewing him out.

“Hold still, you wriggly weirdo. I can’t play Lieutenant if you keep ducking out on me.” she mused. Alas, her usual unserious and overly teasing tone had been dropped a far time ago. Instead, she reached out to grab a small portion of his head in her palm so the other could roughly swipe her thumb across the corner crescent of his lower lip. One of his eyes twitched to a close, amber irises following her gesture with a strange intensity.

For a moment, the air was still.

He was being silent, and she didn’t like that.

“Remind me again why I’m the one patching up your mistakes?” Rio sighed before draping another bandaid across the bridge of his nose; upon pulling away, her cheeks tugged and she forced herself to admit just how cute it actually looked. Like her own little handiwork.

“You said it yourself, Lieutenant. What’s the role for if you can’t play your part?” Akabane gestured in return, gaze wandering her features as he kicked one leg over the other and relaxed as much as he could still wearing his dirtied uniform, provided by the government just to be scuffed up during his battle against Shiota. Sweat and grime kept the clinging appearance between the dark material and his thin but oddly defined frame; most likely through experience and previous training regimes.

“I’ve got your blood on my thumb. Can you really talk about roles right now, Karma?” the blonde snickered, balled fists buried firmly into her hips as she cocked her head to one side. The hair that she always seemed to keep free and flat ran down her shoulder and onwards, trailing the length of her arm like the long tendrils of a willow tree. Her comment seemed to entertain the boy, earning a decent chuckle with the bow of his head out of respect.

“The amount of blood spilled doesn’t mean squat as long as you’re the victor. You should know better, lackey.” Karma drawled, his expression oh so taunting with the vision of slightly sadistic joy. Rio growled, fist rising to hover before her chest with a faint twitch in the eyebrow. She was agitated, and he loved it.

“Careful what you call me, or the next bud will be so far up your nose it’ll tickle your brain until all you can think about are cotton balls.” she huffed, bending over to repeat the action of a facial inspection. This time, she gripped his jaw with her hand, forcing his mouth open to the point the light of the setting sun would catch his tongue. That nasty gash was visible: back in the fight where he’d purposefully bitten his tongue to avoid falling victim to Nagisa’s clap stun technique. Impressive, as much as she hated it.

“How a’out Nakamuwa then?” came his slightly altered response, limited for response with her fingers pressing so tightly into his rather soft cheeks. Karma watched carefully the way her bottom lip jutted out, brows knitting in thought whilst she pondered the sight in front of her. He was quick to recognise that familiar expression, one where she genuinely put her mind to work, as if his reactions and his dialogue were some complex math problem. It piqued his interest, to be even the slightest bit modest.

She let out the softest groan. Tired sounding and slightly frustrated.

“Call me Rio. I never cared for all that formal crap anyway.” she grimaced at the metallic red he could most likely taste, the feeling of something unmovable on his tongue as he reaped the ultimate consequences of his precautions.

She let go of his face and stepped back, golden lined rays catching her hair and softly illuminating the strands, the top half of her face cast in a shadow that only emphasised her striking aquamarine orbs. His features were molten lava compared to her refreshing skies. Their gazes seemed to lock and linger for a while, hesitating on the lines of action and consequence: a common lesson taken from the day’s events.

Alright then, Rio.

“Would now be a good time to share the fun fact that Terasaka left his radio on by accident when he spoke to you?” Karma finally dragged out what had been keeping him so quiet this whole time, having been waiting for the perfect moment to come out with it just to watch her slightly panicked reaction.

And it was all he hoped for, the small intake of breath that led to a stiffer posture than usual and eyes that accused him of every insult under the sun.

“That little-“

“Meathead? Yeah, I know.” he cut her off, shoulders jerking up and down as he laughed.

“Actually, you could’ve just switched yours off instead of listening in!” she puffed out her chest, gloved hands buried under her biceps with a stern glare of a defiant toddler.

“And miss the gossip? You know me better than that, Nakamura.”

“Rio.”

“Nakamura.”

Her teeth clenched, grinding slowly together in thought before she gave into her urges and snatched up the med kit; box in her left and cotton buds in her right.

“I’m not one for empty threats, you know. As a Captain, you should be more acquainted with your crew.”

“I think you’re headed too far towards the pirate side of things, Nakamura.” Karma pushed, repeating her surname for extra emphasis on the ‘Ooh you don’t like it so I’ll keep doing it’ situation. He reached out and wrapped his digits around her clothed wrist, gently guiding her hand forward steadily until the bud was pressing into the fleshy surface of his tongue, soaking up the moisture alongside the thin stream of blood still producing itself from the wound. Rio’s eyes widened ever so slightly, face now unusually close to this boy. When he retracted her wrist, the white was doused in crimson. Much akin to the hair on his head.

His stare read everything she needed to know: I’m in control and you don’t want to do anything about it.

“I wouldn’t be embarrassed by the fact you hide your determination with your playful nature,” Karma mused, head cocking to the side as he gazed up towards the female. She looked… different somehow. More submissive. More reserved. Less feisty.

Vulnerable.

“In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

One of Akabane’s hands let go of her wrist, rising up to the side of her head where he tucked her locks behind her ear, guiding Rio’s head to the side so his lips could brush the surface of her ear, breath already whispering its own message to her.

And in the lowest murmured rasp he could, he finally spoke again.

“I think it’s quite adorable of you, Rio.”

~~ FINIS.

[princessrainbowpastel]

Happy New Year(‘s Eve)!!!

Just wanna say thank you to @the-weasel-king and @toasty-self-shipping for tagging me in your New Years posts! I love you guys so much!!! 🥰💕

I also wanna say thanks for all the support and love from my mutuals and followers on this blog as well as my side blogs!!! You all have been so kind to me and I’m so thankful to have you all as my friends even if we hardly speak or have never met irl. I don’t have any real friends to hang out with irl, so it’s really nice to have fellow weirdos (I mean that in a good way lol) interact with my posts and even chat with and befriend me!!! It makes me feel less lonely to know there are people out there that are like me and like the same things I do and enjoy the content I make! 🥰 Also please don’t be scared to reach out to me if any of you ever want to chat!!! I’ve made a lot of new friends through tumblr this year and it’s been an absolute joy to get to know you guys and chat with you about fandoms and characters and more! ☺️

I also just want to admit that it’s been a rough year for me personally and my family and I have been through a lot of crap (and we still are dealing with a lot of crap), but tumblr has been my safe space to help me escape from all that which is nice. I’m sorry if I’ve been slow on replies, asks, or even my works lately on my blogs (specifically @persephoneflowerpetals because I’ve been inactive on my tf2 blog lately lol, also planning on updating/revamping that blog at some point). Like I said, I’ve been dealing with a lot at home and we’re now understaffed at work, so I’ve been very drained because of the holidays and everything going on. I also work in customer service so I have a very emotionally, mentally, and most times physically (because I work in a busy pet store with lots of heavy items I have to lift and I’m always running around the store or chasing loose dogs) draining job, so I’ve just been way too tired to work on my stuff recently. All I want to do is eat and sleep when I get home from my shifts and if I’m not doing that I’m just watching YouTube or playing video games to relax because I have so many video games I haven’t had the time to play because of work lol. Of course, I’m not saying all this to make anyone feel sorry for me or anything like that, I just wanted to mention that because like I said, tumblr has been an outlet for me to escape my real life challenges for a moment and just be happy, but also real life crap has kept me from working on the content I enjoy making. Hopefully, once we get to next year things will be better and I’ll have the energy and time to write and do the things I want lol.

But yeah, there’s so many people on here I could tag and thank for everything, so I can’t tag ya all, so if you are a mutual or follower I hope you’re able to see this and know that I’m so so so greatful to have you interact with me and I love you all with my whole heart!!! I hope you all have a wonderful new year and that 2024 will be a good year for everyone ☺️💕

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Untitled YA Project Chapter 4:

First Chapter || More

7:44 PM local time

Training Barracks, House Kaiyantsh, Si Yátz

Rafe delivered on her breakfast promise. She always had a way of finding the good jukulu nuts and the kershkal berries that were Hira’s favorites. Hira dug into the offered sweet fruits, eagerly breaking through the tough exteriors with her mandibles before eating them with relish.

“Slow down,” Rafe said a little sternly. “Don’t choke yourself. Also put the ice on your face. The jodn will kick my butt if he finds out I injured you during training.”

Hira gave Rafe a flat expression, her antenna straight out and to the side, but she did as she was told.

They ate breakfast pretty quickly, the other squads were coming in from their daytime patrols and settling in for their dinner. Rafe and Hira had to work the very boring and less nighttime shits as they were the youngest, the newest, and in Hira’s case she was alway doing poorly on her shrar tests.

“I know why I’m stuck on this crap detail,” Hira said, “I failed three of my placement tests.”

Rafe let out an amused little chirp. “Did spend any time studying? Just spent all your time reading about the past?”

“Something like that,” Hira muttered, dropping both her gaze and antenna. “But why are you stuck here? You always do great in the physical stuff, and you know all the codes by heart.”

It was a question Hira always wondered about. Rafe was a good shrar, great even. But she was stuck with Hira in this dead end post in a dead end time.

Rafe looked away from Hira, showing similar signs of shame that Hira just displayed a moment earlier. “I’ll tell you later. Maybe if you beat me in the flying drills tonight.”

Hira immediately grew suspicious, her eyes narrowed, antenna stretched out towards her comrade, trying to sense any kind of lying. There might be some subtle vibrations or movements that she was desperate to detect. “Are you lying to me?”

“Maybe. So what if I am?” Rafe asked back, clearly trying to contain her sense of joy at teasing Hira.

“You’re just trying to taunt me with a mystery, trying to get me to do more work in the drills.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Our House isn’t that big, I would have heard if it was something good.”

“Kaiyantsh is a House that has almost fifty thousand members. Our zone is big enough to support four different preparatory schools. If I remember correctly, we never attended the same school, so you don’t know what mischief I got up to before I knew you,” Rafe countered.

Hira buzzed in disappointment. Because she did want to know, and badly, so that meant that she would do anything to solve that mystery. Even if it meant doing well in an extra drill after work. Rafe knew that she had Hira caught in her perfect little trap.

“Eat your jukulu.”

Their breakfast went by quickly, which disappointed Hira because that meant work was to start soon. The two went to their separate, small rooms to change and get ready for their nightly patrols.

The dark green and maroon colors weren’t Hira’s preferences for color, but they were the House colors. The crest was sewn into the back, which was that of a scepter and a zhisht, the specific flower that the House was responsible for cultivating, crossed over a concentric circle pattern. The clothing had long slits along the sides and back for Hira to put her arms and wings through, so that the garment went over her head and hung on her shoulders, leaving it somewhat loose and flowing. House Kaiyantsh protocol held that every shrar had to tie the clothing once on, with a small regulation belt. Hira always had trouble finding the right hold for her arms and wings on the first try. It was a constant struggle and she felt that she would never learn how to do it right the first time.

She put on her uniform pants, making sure to get her stinger through the hole before tying up the pants this time. Finally came the standard issue boots, which always felt a little too heavy for Hira. One day she knew they were going to mess with her balance while flying.

Despite all of her difficulties with the uniform, Hira was ontime to meet with Rafe so that they could go to their meeting with the jodn and get their orders for the evening.

Their jodn, their commanding officer, was a stout man. He was also a shrar, like the two of them, and was only of average height, just under five feet tall. A brusque, older zlilfian, he was of very little patience.

“Dralf Natúdrafe,” he said loudly when the two presented themselves to him for their nightly orders. The other two zlilfian squads lining up behind them. “How was shrar Hiraksyua this evening in training?”

Rafe settled into a perfect ready position in front of her superior officer, something Hira was always trying to mimic. “She did well, sir. Pinned me once in training.”

“That’s good news! Maybe you’ll pass your next assessment,” the jodn exclaimed loudly, making Hira’s antenna twitch. “Now, your orders are to patrol area AN-1, along the coast. Do the standard patrol routes on your way to the coastal wall, then I want inspection pattern C, followed by a non-standard route back to the HQ by the end of the night. We have ha reports that some of the plants have gotten particularly hostile and one took a small chunk out of one of the adths this morning as they were harvesting what was likely your breakfast. You are to assess and deal with as appropriate. Do you understand shrar?”

“Yes sir!” the two young women called out.

Hira felt a little sick to her stomach now that she knew that one of the gatherers had been injured in their collection duties.

“Good! I expect you to return here and give me a full status report in six hours! Grab your gear and head out! Dismissed!” the jodn yelled.

Hira and Rafe immediately turned to go off and complete their orders.

They grabbed their weapons supplied by the House. Two dlondzhii, which were wooden batons that were strapped to each forearm, and could be extended or retracted with a quick hand movement. Hira always thought about how zlilfians with their three fingers and one thumb, didn’t have the exceptional grip strength that humans did so they had to develop different methods and weapons. While humans made guns and swords and all sorts of other things, zlilfians made these batons to attach to their arms, and not have to worry about being so easily disarmed, and leaving their hands free for other tasks.

After one quick inspection by the jodn, they were off on their patrol.

Rafe always made sure that they were the first two out on their tasks, as it was the easiest way to impress their jodn and make sure they were considered for getting off the late posting.

The patrol was long and boring. This wasn’t the first time the pair had been sent on this particular route to the sea wall that surrounded the island. Their House and it’s territory was in the farthest northwest part of Si Yátz. 

The patrol route took them almost three hours to reach the sea wall. It was a 40 foot wall of volcanic rock that dropped almost straight down to the sea. A perfect natural defense of their island.

And as always Hira paused to just look out over the dark and beautiful water.

Rafe was always respectful of Hira’s little moments of solitude looking out at the ocean.

“It’s very pretty tonight, with the full moon and all,” Rafe said quietly. She didn’t want to ruin the moment with her voice, but at the same time she couldn’t not say anything. “But we do need to get moving, especially if we have to deal with some zlilfian eating plants on the way back.”

“Yeah,” Hira said with a sigh as she finally tore herself away from the view.

Rafe led the way back into the dense zlilfian jungle on the route designated by the jodn.

“So what is so interesting about this part of history that you’re reading about now?” Rafe asked quietly, trying to pass the time with small talk.

“Well the Spanish were the first to really find this part of the so-called New World,” Hira started, because once she started she always found it so hard to stop.

Rafe let out a small laugh at the concept of the two continents of the western hemisphere being called “new” when the zlilfians were here for at least 3,000 years before the humans of Spain found it. And even then there were the hundreds of different tribes of humans that already lived here.

“And they made contact with several other islands and parts of what are now the United States and Venezuela. Then they started exploring, going wherever they wanted. And you know that no humans are allowed on the island, especially back then.”

“Let me guess…”

“Yup. That, and they heard some rumors about a city made of gold. And there’s this island, full of zlilfians, who they see as strange devil creatures with our gold patterns, so clearly we must have a city made of gold.”

“I’ll never understand humans,” Rafe commented. “Least of all the Spanish.”

“Can you even imagine how cold a city made of gold would be?” Hira shivered at the thought of sleeping in a city made of metal and gold.

“And gold is not a hard metal, it’s soft isn’t it?”

“It is. And I’m just about to start that conflict which I hope will inform me about why there is so much ill will between our people and the Spanish. Like why did we just… leave the Spanish alone to do whatever they want in Cuba and other islands and Florida. Ugh, the whole Florida thing makes me so made. And-”

Before Hira could continue, Rafe cut her off with a sharp hand movement.

In an instant they both crouched down and moved slightly apart. Huddled in the underbrush of some very large plants that had been very specifically installed by the ancient zlilfians when they came to this island, the pair waited and watched.

After a moment, Hira saw what Rafe had seen first. What looked to be a deer. At least all Hira could see of the animal were the thick antlers.

“It’s just a deer,” HIra said, but Rafe shushed her with a motion and then pointed back at the animal.

She looked again, and when she noticed what was going on she was repulsed.

The antlers slowly fell to the ground with a sickening shluck, as the tendrils of the choon plant dropped the bones and cartilage of the consumed deer to the ground. It was an unpleasant sound and an even more unpleasant fate.

The choon plant created some delicious sweet fruits, but the defenses for the fruits was a carnivorous pod and tendrils that could easily capture and consume an unwary zlilfiant, or in this case, one of their domesticated deer.

Luckily for Rafe and Hira, this choon wasn’t very big, little more than a few years old. But it was still a danger. It had already consumed one of the deer that lived in the area, and it almost killed a zlilfian working the jungle this afternoon. This plant would have no problem eating a pair of young zlilfians on patrol.

In a stroke of luck for the two, the choon had likely just consumed the deer, so it wouldn’t be immediately ready for another meal, needing at least a day or two for the sack that consumed the meat to digest it and refill with the necessary enzymes.

Rafe used a series of quick hand signals to indicate where she Hira to move and strike. Hira nodded, she understood.

The two creeped away from each other, Hira flying up into the nearby trees. Quietly they snuck up on the carnivorous plant from two different directions.

They had to be careful because while the choon was full and hopefully sated for now, it would eject whatever was in the stomach sack if it was threatened and try to grab any threats and swallow them. So stealth was the best option.

Hira and Rafe coordinated their attacks on the unsuspecting plant very well. Hira hitting the plant from above, Rafe darting in from below. With a quick series of blows from the two of them and their dlondzhii batons, the plant was sufficiently stunned. And with that they could go with trimming the plant to keep it from being dangerous again, which mostly consisted of taking off the tendrils.

As they got to work on trimming the choon, Rafe suddenly stopped, turning away from her work. Her antenna alert and searching along with her eyes for some kind of sound or movement within the dark forest behind her.

The momentary lapse in attention meant she missed the rousing of the plant, which expelled some of the sticky sap the choon used to subdue its prey all over Hira.

“Natúdrafe!” Hira cried out as she was covered.

Rafe quickly shushed her and ripped out the last tendril from the choon before pushing Hira back into the darkness of the jungle.

“What?” Hira asked as she tried to wipe off some of the sickly sweet substance, but it was a losing battle. It was already in her hair and clothing. It wouldn’t come off easily.

“There’s something in the jungle with us.”

“You sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

“Should we call it in?”

“We need to establish a visual at least, can’t just call in a sound I heard,” Rafe said. “Could have been another deer.”

“What’s the plan?” Hira asked.

“Stay close. But I want you up in the canopy. Go off to the south a bit, and I’ll head towards the east. Keep within visual range at all times,” ordered Rafe. “And be quiet.”

“Of course,” Hira responded. She quickly shook off her wings to dry them off before taking flight.

She flew up into the treetops, carefully looking out for both Rafe and whatever else was sneaking through the dense plant matter. Hira thought that it was likely another surprise drill from the jodn like that surprise “human” attack from a few weeks back.

Hopefully they wouldn’t fail nearly as badly this time.

Hira kept her eyes open, and her antenna attuned to everything around her, but she didn’t hear or see anything. Sixty feet below her, Rafe was sneaking through the underbrush, searching for the thing she heard. There were a few animals around that could have made the noise she heard, but there didn’t seem to be any around.

“It’s a bit too quiet,” Hira muttered to herself.

She thought she spotted something, movement, something moving fast, at least according to her compound eyes.

Rafe said to stay close, but in order to investigate, Hira would have to go slightly further away. What was another ten or so feet?

She quickly flew over to another branch and settled down. She looked, listened, and sensed but there was nothing over there. No disturbed leaves or branches, no tracks. So there couldn’t be anything over here. It was just a quiet jungle.

“Rafe?” she called out on the radio. “I don��t think there’s anything here.”

Only the eerie silence of the jungle late at night responded.

“Rafe? Where’d you go?”

Hira turned back to try and look at Rafe and at least see what she was doing and why she was ignoring her.

The other zlilfian was gone, missing from the area she was investigating a few moments before. Hira zipped from tree to tree looking for her.

“This isn’t funny, if this is some test or drill of your’s I don’t care. I’ll fail and go back to clean up,” Hira said with a huff both out loud and into the radio. She was sticky and tired and not happy. She didn’t care to be tested like this.

But she got no response.

Hira landed on the ground where she last spotted Rafe. “Where did you go? Let’s head back already.”

Then suddenly, around one of the larger trees in the area, Hira spotted a figure in all black. A figure that wasn’t zlilfian. They were too tall, too thin. They didn’t have wings. A human.

A human on the island. Where they explicitly weren’t supposed to be.

Hira turned to fly away, fly back to base, she had to alert someone, when she ran right into Rafe.

She swore she called out to her partner, but she didn’t hear the name leave her mouth. She didn’t hear the swift attack from her partner, but she did feel the stinger hit her abdomen.

Rafe had stung her.

A few seconds later, the toxin froze all of Hira’s muscles and she collapsed to the jungle floor, unable to keep herself upright.

She couldn’t hear Rafe leaving her on the ground and leaving with the mysterious human.

read early chapters on my kofi

[smallestapplin]

What if the twin’s S/O was their partner before they were the subway boss twins and they were just the twins who likes Pokémon battles and trains. The twins heading to Nimbasa to apply for a new job opening up, anxiously waiting to see if they get the job back at their apartment and when that call comes, I can asure you, noise complaints were made from the cheers and excited cries!

-Holding twins anon

So you didn’t specify sep of not but with this type of scenario I’m picking sharing s/o cause that’s just easier.

Asks are open

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You were childhood friends. The three of you did your gym battles together, but when you guys started getting older that friendship turned into love.

You loved them and their obsession with trains and battling, in fact battling is what made you three meet in the first place. And you loved seeing their faces light up when trains were involved.

Once in their twenties your lovers moved to Nimbasa city, and try to the position of depot agents at the Gear station.

You hadn’t moved in with them yet in their small apartment as you were still battling to get to the champion.

You still stopped by every weekend if not a little more often to see them and help them out in anyway you could. City life was much different than the quiet country life in Anville town.

You were over that Friday afternoon while they were out. You cleaned up the apartment while you waited, at least it would be one less thing for them to worry about.

“Welcome home babes!” Call out after loading the dishwasher.

“Darling!” You’re instantly pulled into a tight hug by Emmet. “You came to see us, Ingo-“

“I’m aware, move and let me get my hug.”

Emmet pouts “I need my kiss first.”

“Em you’re a big baby.” Giggling you give him a kiss. Feeling Emmet lean against you like he was melting.

“Okay lover boy.” You push him back up laughing when he whines.

“He is so terribly at sharing.” Ingo says before he hugs you “It’s so nice to come home to you.”

He gives you a soft slow kiss before pulling away.

“Yeah I just beat the eighth gym so I thought I’d stop by.”

“Ooo! Look at our darling go!”

You playfully wave the smiling man off “how has y’all’s day been?”

Emmet groans and Ingo’s frown deepens “it’s been exhausting, but we believe our interviews went well.”

“Yeah! They said we were the strongest trainers they test battled in a long time.” Emmet beams.

“Of course! You two kicked insane amounts of ass during the gym battles, it’s only natural.”

You three share a laugh before moving into the living room, you had ordered take out from their favorite restaurant since you know they haven’t had it in a while, and hopefully it’ll boost their moods.

And it sure did, you love it when you have a good idea. They nearly cried after not having it for so long.

It was all well and good until Ingo got a call, seeing the number he quickly shut the tv off and told everyone to quiet down before he answered putting it on speaker.

“Is this Ingo?”

“Yes it is, how may I help you?”

“We have gone over your and your brother’s applications and seeing you two battle today was amazing to see! We have gone over it and we are happy to inform you that you two got the job.”

The air left you three.

“T-thank you so much! We are so happy to hear that! Oh thank you again.”

“Haha no problem, you guys can start Monday.”

“Of course!” Once Ingo hung up all hell broke loose.

Emmet had you two in a hug with all three of you screaming and cheering. Ingo tearing up from pure joy and Emmet full on crying.

Your joyous laughter echoing with theirs.

“I’m so happy for you both! I knew you two could do it!”

Neither brother could respond, they were just so happy, they bury their faces in the crooks of your neck.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later a knock was at the door.

“You two finish up eating I’ll get it.”

When you opened the door you see two neighbors.

“Oh hello!”

“Are you guys okay? We heard loud yelling.”

“Honestly thought someone was dyin with how loud ya were.”

“Oh I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to be that loud, we got news they were accepted in their dream job and of course we lost it, happily so! I’m very sorry we will keep it down.” You ramble, you felt bad you guys bothered the neighbors.

Luckily they were nice people and told you it was fine just keep it down.

[creativealmonds]

Children Grow Up. It’s Supposed To Take Longer

You know how in YA books, the mc is young and grows as the story goes on? How would that mess up somebody, to be the savior of the world and then get told to go play outside, the grown ups are talking?

Do you remember? The young ones, pushed and pulled into a life of unrest and suffering; how this bloodied battlefield was glorified by bards and poets.

The wonder in their eyes, oh, a life not like their own! Of magic, of adventure, of things greater than them, where they were the heroes, the kings, the centerpiece in a tapestry of epics.

Oh joy, oh wonder, what fun they would have.

But the adventure was not an afternoon in their backyard or the neighborhood woods. It was long and hard, tiring and wary. It wouldn’t stop for lunch. They couldn’t stop for lunch, for trips to the movies, for the mundane magic of normalcy.

They were heroes. The choices of kingdoms, realms, wars and lives were pulled by their tongues and hands, by their feet and head. And they were lead by their heart, by those who held it. 

This children-who-weren’t-so-much-children, held hand in bloody hand, with dirt under their nails and cuts on their arms, would smile with bruised, round faces and slowly dulling eyes and hold on tight

Adults, those who knew better, would scoff and glare. What did they know; these children in warrior’s armor and deadmen’s clothes. What would they know of strife, of suffering, of pain and loss? What would they know.

But it would be these children, golden warriors—I’m sorry, children, to burden you with such a title. But for how it cracks my heart anew with pain at such a harsh thing to call those so precious, you have earned it. 

Much more than they, those adults that thought themselves better because of their age. Their age is nothing compared to their cowardice, to their scheming. For it was you, children, that lead us up from the dark, into the light, gold and bloody and bruised.

And when all was said and done, when the journey was done, when the battle was over, and the sun had sat on another adventure that would be sung as epics throughout the ages, these children would go to those who had sent them there, teachers, mentors, and they would ask what next?

Their guides would say, go. Be a was you were. We will take care of the rest. 

But how can you be as you were when that person, so much younger even if it’s only been a few months—days, weeks, years, lifetimes—is no longer you; but a shadowed echo of an innocence you did not think you would loose, laying upside down in the garden, slowly bleached by the sun and rain.

How can these children be as they were when they are looking over their shoulder, waiting for danger, for the next beast, the next curse, the next threat to pounce from the cracks in the pillar their guides stand upon? 

How can they be as they were when they are constantly looking behind them until they are looking in front, until they are on the pillar? 

How can they be as they were, when all they know is to watch you and all those around them, to see where the next problem will come from, to see what the next quest will be, just see what part of themselves they will have to give up next,. Great heroes in the old stories are always those who can give anything for their cause. That have the will to give everything to do what is right. What do these children’s guides think when these children rise like the warriors they were shaped to be, with the will to give everything for their people, their friends, their family, and topple the pillar, that cracked and broken old thing, from under their feet?

What will you do then, guides, when your warriors do what you taught them to?

[tinyzoologist]

Since it’s pride month (and this is my blog, so nobody can stop me), here is the thing - that may not even be a thing at all, I honestly don’t know yet.

tldr: I went to delete the word “ally” from my bio, bc it does not feel right anymore. Problem: no idea wtf to put instead. Ya girl is confused.

I’m a cis woman. I have continuously been with cis men for 15+ years. My relationships always grew from long friendships. I never got the point of dating while also somehow craving the type of “normalcy” I saw in media. Recently, my partner and I decided on an open relationship. This week, I met a person who was not a cis man and we definitely clicked - though at this point I can’t say on what level exactly (for the reasons below).

I have always felt a great kinship with the lgbtq+ crowd. Many of my friends (and I guess all my hellsite peeps) are in there. But based on the life I have led, in the eyes of society, I am a straight woman. I have never experienced oppression or negativity due to my sexuality or gender. I don’t want to insert my privileged ass into a community that is not mine. At the same time, many things about me feel distinctly not straight - have been for a long time.

My physical interest comes and goes in phases, but so far only appears after building trust and emotional connection - Demisexual has felt like the right word for some time now.

Aesthetically and emotionally, I find joy in all sorts of humans, though with a tendency towards masculine or androgynous presentation - Seems kinda panromantic? Idk

Being autistic, I’m generally very prone to atypical approaches to social interaction, also with romantic partners. Depending on mood and sensory stuff, the way I feel about my own afab body fluctuates loosely between comfort and... meh? I can’t really untangle my divergent brain from my desires or my self-image here - The term neuroqueer feels right-ish.

I guess the reason I never bothered naming these aspects of myself was that I did not think they would ever be relevant to my lived experience anyway. Now maybe I should change that?