#all because i spilled something. it was so happy for a bit and they've been genuinely apologizing so much for how they've been treating me

[1ouis]

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[merowkittie]

hi! idk if you’re ok with anon asks but i’m not comfortable sharing my blog</3 i was wondering if you could write deadpool and wolverine x reader where reader is depressed and she just wants to feel better and logan and wade comfort her and assure her that she will get better? i totally understand if not but this would seriously make me so happy! tysm!!!!

hello! i’m completely fine with anon asks! i totally understand you <3

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy!

Foggy Tea — DP & WV

warnings: obvy talks of depression / unhealthy coping mechanisms / angsty just a bit / not proofread

notes: sorry this took a minute to write! hope you enjoy!! <3

maybe it was the air. something in the breeze.. that made you feel so out of touch with yourself. the thoughts that would constantly bounce around your mind, determining your every move and action.

it wasn’t so bad. you were used to it.. used to the tug of your heart, the constant feeling of failure, fatigue, and the mood swings. but better is what you wanted to feel.

to feel perfect in your body, to feel smart, to be loved and comforted when you’ve been low.

though, slowly and surely you’ve fallen down the same rabbit hole you’ve fallen down before, and sure enough, there’s no one to save you once again.

or so you thought.

the evenings air was tense. you moved slow as you continued to chop the vegetables you were preparing to put into a stew for dinner.

you just wanted the night to be quiet. to be filled with the chatter between your partners, mostly wade with the occasional interruption of you and logan.

but things never end up going your way.

"ah!" you yelped as your finger got cut open by the knife you were using to cut the vegetables. logan usually sharpened the knives in the house when they've begun to dull down.

at the sound of your yell two heavy pairs of feet ran over to you.

“Are you ok, peanut??” Wade put a hand on your shoulder, turning you slightly so he could look at you and see if you were hurt.

logan instantly appeared behind him, silently yet obviously looking you over as well for a sign that you were hurt. but he could smell it.

the twitch in his nose and the way his eyes wandered down to your hands. the heavy metallic smell was intense to his senses as more blood leaked from your finger.

“wade. her hand.” he said gruffly.

wade looked down, finally noticing what the cause of your sudden yell was.

the two exchanged a glance at each other now concerned because as clumsy as you are sometimes, this has never happened.

your quiet demeanor doesn’t help your case either as you just sit in wades arms and stare at the blood on your hand, and tremble.

“ok, let’s get you all cleaned up and squeaky clean, yea?” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple, leading you to the bathroom so he could take care of your finger.

“it was an accident.. i’m sorry—” wade cut you off with a finger to your lips.

“aaah, tatata.. no apologies should be spilling out of those sugar lips now should they?” wade wiggled his finger a bit on your lips, “wolvie is going to clean up the kitchen a bit and maybe instead we’ll order some takeout?”

he looked at you, waiting for answer but instead you just nodded your head.

with that, he began to clean up the cut on your finger. stopping the bleeding and checking to see if you’d possibly need stitches, which was not the case, thankfully.

you let him work. just watching as he cleaned the blood with some cotton balls and wrapped it in gauze. he wasn’t really used to using these things anymore since he and logan could heal and such so this was throwing him down memory lane a bit.

but most of all he was just worried about you. him and logan. they’ve noticed how you’ve been acting and have been meaning to speak to you but there was never a good time. not until now.

“you know i’m no good when it comes to comforting people, peanut, but me and wolvie need to talk to you about how you’ve been acting.” wade spoke up as he finished wrapping your finger.

“i know.” is all that you said before sighing.

wade slapped his hands on his knees before standing up and holding a hand out for you to grab. doing so, you followed him back to the kitchen meeting up with logan who was sitting at the dining table with a fat cigar in his mouth.

noticing you two walk in he eyed you a bit, seeing that wade took care of your finger. once you were seated next to him he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your injured finger, endearingly.

“y’ok?” he grunted out into the back of your hand, still holding your hand.

“mhm..” looking up at him to find his eyes already on you filled with so much intensity and concern broke your heart a bit.

wade had the same look, not as much intense but still he was obviously worried. they both were.

you felt selfish to have them like this. blessed with two men who took care of you in turn of you taking care of them, constantly devoting themselves to you, just for you to feel a “little” sad?

honestly, how much more clumsy did you have to get. it was pathetic truly, to have them—

“get outta yer head, bub.” logan puffed out some smoke as he rubbed on your knuckles.

“you can tell us how you’re feeling you know.. i tell you guys how im feeling all of the time!” wade pitched in.

“you tell us how you feel after you’ve had sex and/or masturbated at the thought of one of us… that’s different wade. very different.” you shook your head at him.

he nodded his head with an amused chuckle at your words. you were right, but he wasn't trying to be a clown right now. he wanted you to genuinely express what was going.

logan squeezed your hand reassuringly, trying to coax you into spilling out your emotions, to have them understand what you're feeling and going through.

with a heavy sigh you spoke finally, "I'm sorry.. I just haven't been feeling like myself. I mean, this happens all the time though, i'll be fine.. you don't have to worry, really!" you tried to play it off, your face betraying your words.

were you really fine? in truth, what was wanted was for them to comfort you and tell you that everything was fine, it'd be ok, but you were just scared to let them in. let them see you at your lowest, but they were here to show you that it was ok to let them see you like this.

logan softly called your name, a heavy hand resting under your chin to pull your face towards his, "listen. stop downplaying what yer feeling.. I-- we.. can see right through your bullshit."

at the tone of his voice you realized maybe telling them the truth was best. constantly you would run circles in your head. so today the running ceased.

"I just want to get better.. but I can't do this by myself. I need help.. I don't know what to do anymore. I just want to feel better." your voice broke as you said the last couple of words.

the boys seeing you so helpless like this broke them. why didn't you say anything? how long have you really been feeling like this? and how didn't they see it before? these questions would have to wait because what you needed right now was them.

you needed someone to show you that there isn't anything remotely "wrong" with you, you just needed to get out of your head.

"sweetheart, we're here for you anytime, y'know that right?" logans voice reached your ears through the turbulence going on in your head.

wades hands reached for your free one to hold. squeezing tight just as logan did moments before.

"we can be here for you, baby. just let us help you, yea? we can cuddle up with mary puppins and watch some cheesy rom coms, and you can tell us everything." wade nodded his head at you from his seat on your right.

and everything was just so tempting. it's what you wanted. to spill your heart out and have them listen and hold you.

"everything will be alright bub, let us take care of you." logans hand made it's way to the base of your neck, gently caressing your skin.

maybe you will let them care for you tonight.

[jewbeloved]

hello!! can I get yandere Pip, Butters, Kenny and Jimmy (seperate ofc) with an affectionate, emotionally fucked up reader? Basically instead of being scared of their lovers obsessive behavior, they think they don't deserve it as they view it as a super huge compliment (they've probably never felt loved before)

sorry if this is too much you're perfectly free to ignore this ^^

Yandere Phillip, Butters, Kenny, and Jimmy with an emotional s/o😭💖💖

Warnings: I don't know what to put here.

Gender: Neutral

💛 Phillip Pirrup 🧀

He would be confused at first. Until you explained to him that you don't deserve the "compliment" he's giving you.

In his view, he thinks that you're seeing his behavior in a platonic and friendly way that friends would do when they compliment each other.

Let me tell you, Phillip is definitely confused. 😵‍💫

But it all makes it more clear for him when you tell him that you never felt loved before. Now he feels bad for assuming too quickly when you start to be affectionate towards him.

Even though he is quite obsessed with you, he is even more shocked at how you aren't scared of him when he kidnapped you.

Surely you don't see him kidnapping you as a compliment, but the way he's acting towards you is something else ;-;

But even then, Phillip is merely happy that you aren't afraid of him and he can continue to give you all the unwanted attention and affection that you deserve.💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Butters Scotch 💫

Now I mostly imagine Butters as a sweet yandere so he probably won't be too obsessive with you, but he'd still want you to be his.

He is very kind and loving towards you most of the time, but he gets confused and sad whenever he sees you upset.

He thinks that he did something wrong until you spilled it to him that you feel bad for making him give you all of this affection and love since you have never had someone this loving towards you before.

Well Butters is now here to remove the "never" in that sentence.

He's going to be really clingy to you 24/7, he wants you to feel loved and cared for and you'd be crying your eyes out in happiness and joy because you can't resist Butters love towards you.

Butters is definitely a sweet yandere💛💛💛

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🧀

Unlike Butters and Phillip, Kenny would be a bit concerned on what you mean by you never have been loved before.

Kenny doesn't want to judge or assume so quickly, but he thinks that your parents never gave you any attention or love before you met him.

Kenny can also be a sweet yandere, but his behavior can get really obsessive over time and he also wonders how you aren't afraid or intimidated by his actions towards you.

So he sometimes doesn't get how you can view his obsessive behavior as a compliment, but he isn't complaining either.

If you're not scared, it makes things more easier for him.

Please don't say that you don't deserve Kenny's love towards you because he's going to make you regret saying that as he is going to be more affectionate towards you like Butters. :] 💛💛💛

💛 Jimmy Valmer 🌼

Just like Kenny, Jimmy will also be concerned when you say that you have never been loved before, but he wouldn't think too much about it.

But he doesn't quite get how you're saying that you don't deserve his love. Nah, Jimmy wrote a whole ass poem of how much he loves and is willing to make you happy, how can you say you don't deserve his love?! >:C

Take it back, because now Jimmy is determined to make sure he showers affection and attention on you every single day to let you know that you DESERVE his love for you.

Or if it's one of those days where he is pissed off, he might think it was someone who told you that you don't deserve his love towards you.

Reassure that person who did tell you is going to end up in the infirmary.💛💛💛💛

P. B. K. J

[diazsdimples]

"It makes my stomach churn!"+ Buddie

"It makes my stomach churn," Buck whines as he and Eddie wait in line for Space Mountain.

It's their first time at Disney together, and Buck had been a ball of excitement all day. They'd started off the day with some of the smaller rides, easing their way into it. Buck's never been particularly great with motion sickness - part of the reason why Eddie was skeptical about bringing him in the first place - but he'd sworn up and down that he would be fine.

Clearly, he was not fine.

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs.

"If it makes you feel sick then maybe we shouldn't ride it?" he suggests, perfectly aware of the answer that awaits him.

"But look how fun it looks!" Buck exclaims. The line shuffles forwards, bringing the two closer to the front and further away from the relative safety of the sidewalk.

Eddie runs a hand soothingly over the back of Buck's neck.

"Cleaning up your puke isn't fun, though," he points out. "And it's going to be even less fun if you throw up on me."

"Then I shall aim somewhere else,"

Eddie rolls his eyes but he can't hide the smile that is quirking at his lips. Buck's survived thus far, and there's a reason they've been hitting the rides before eating, but he's not exactly sure he wants to chance it.

"Alternatively, we could just call time of death on this one and go to It's a Small World instead?"

Buck quirks an eyebrow. Eddie has expressed his distaste for that song on a number of occasions, and had even banned it from the house when Buck taught Christopher all the words and terrorised the poor man with never-ending renditions. For him to suggest that as a plan of action, he must be desperate.

"Eddie, baby, I promise I'll be fine," he reassures, turning so they're facing one another and rubbing his hands over Eddie's lower arms. "Just this one ride, and then we can go do some tamer things,"

Eddie searches Buck's face for any sign that the other man is lying. He seems earnest enough, and while the nauseous look is still prominent, there is a certain determination in his eyes.

"Please," Buck adds. He leans in close to Eddie, their noses brushing, and lowers his voice to a whisper. "I'll let you fuck me in the shower when we get home,"

A thrill goes through Eddie at the thought, and he pulls Buck in for a brief, chaste kiss.

"Well why didn't you lead with that?"

Buck insists on sitting up the front, because of course he does, and Eddie's very glad he bought some of those plastic ponchos. The benches are wet, so they're going to have to change their pants as it is, but they're saved from being affected by the constant tidal waves of water that spill over the front of the log.

It's actually quite a nice ride, and Buck seems to be enjoying himself well enough. His knuckles aren't white as he holds onto the bar in front of them, and he's even got a smile on his face as he points out all the vaguely creepy animatrons on the side.

Unfortunately, it's the final big drop that proves to be his undoing.

Buck hates freefalls. Any kind of stomach drop and he's gone. It's part of the reason Eddie's never manged to convince him to go skydiving.

Buck is pale faced and tight lipped as they get off the ride, and he makes a fast beeline for the exit, Eddie losing sight of him for a moment.

He finds his boyfriend sitting on a bench not too far from the ride, lips pressed firmly together and breathing heavily through his nose.

"You good there, pal?" Eddie asks with probably a bit too much glee as he settles himself next to Buck.

Buck's jaw clenches as he swallows, and his face is so pinched and tight that it's a wonder the blood is still getting through to his cheeks.

"Just peachy,"

Eddie rubs his back in what he hopes is a soothing manner.

"You want some water or something?"

"No," Buck's answer is short and clipped. "I want to sit here and not move for a minute,"

"Okay,"

Eddie's happy to wait, really. The sun's out, it's warm and pleasant, and the park is full of interesting characters milling about. It's a good opportunity for people watching. He fishes a container of mint's out of the front of their backpack and hands it to Buck, who quickly opens it and shoves his whole nose in, deeply breathing in the minty smell.

"You know, most people eat them, rather than sniff them," Eddie comments with amusement.

"Shut up or I'll throw up on you," comes Buck's muffled response.

Eddie holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Sniff away."

It takes another couple of minutes for Buck's stomach to calm down, during which time Eddie counts 5 annoyed looking husbands in matching tracksuits, 7 harried mothers with large broods of unruly children, and an endless stream of excited children running around like madmen.

"Feeling better?" Eddie asks as Buck stretches out, popping a mint in his mouth.

"Much. Shall we continue?"

Eddie looks at his watch. It's getting late and honestly, both his and Buck's energy is waning. He imagines Buck will only be able to stomach one more ride before things actually go pear shaped.

He rests his hand on Buck's arm, thumb moving back and forth in soothing motions. "How about we go pick up some dinner and go home. We've still got a few more hours until Christopher gets back from Pepa's, we could watch a movie or play a game or something,."

Buck visibly relaxes at the suggestion. "That sounds like a great idea," he agrees, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder. The relief is palpable in his voice, but Eddie knows Buck would never have been the one to say enough is enough. He wouldn't want to feel as though he was subtracting from Eddie's fun.

"Come on," Eddie says as he stands, offering his hand out to Buck. "Let's go find ourselves some dinner and go home."

Buck takes the offered hand and hauls himself to his feet, leaning against Eddie's side.

"Sounds like a plan."

[mrsgreenworld]

Okay, I think what I initially planned as only a 2-chapter fic is going to be a three or maybe even four-parter. I also wanted to try and write this chapter from Yaman's POV.

I don't own the show or the characters, they all belong to the Yabani writers, producers and the production company. This is only fanfiction.

Time, Distance And Healing (Chapter 2)

Yaman pulls up at the main entrance to the house and kills the engine. He sneaks a glance at Alaz who's looking out of the car window thoughtfully.

"Home, sweet home" Alaz murmurs quietly.

"C'mon, let's get inside, everyone's waiting for you" Yaman says with all the enthusiasm he can master, even though he's panicking on the inside and has been in the state of paralyzing dread all their ride home.

He knows that his ever so perceptive little brother suspects something. That's why Yaman almost spilled his guts several times. He's torn between the desire to be honest and just wanting his little brother next to him. Even though they talked over the phone almost every day, they've barely seen each other over the last 5 years. Alaz came back only once, for the wedding. Yaman's visited him a few times in America, alone as well as with their siblings, and the last time a few months ago with Rüya. Those visits weren't nearly enough, leaving Yaman constantly missing his little brother. So finally having Alaz back home feels like a blessing but Yaman knows it won't last because all hell will break loose once Alaz learns the news.

Will Alaz stay once he learns the truth? Will he ever come back after that? Will he allow anyone to come to him? Will he talk to any of them ever again? Or will he consider keeping everything from him a betrayal? Yaman's so not looking forward to getting the answers to all these questions.

"Is she already here?" Alaz's voice pulls Yaman from the anxious whirlwind of his thoughts.

"Err ... Nope. Not yet. She'll come over a bit later".

Alaz just nods and climbs out of the car. Yaman follows him after drawing in a deep nervous breath. They walk to the front door and open it, only to be assaulted by loud pops of crackers and confetti raining on their heads and some flying right into their faces. Yaman's sure he's swallowed a few.

"Welcome home, Alaz!!!" their mother, sisters, Rüya and Feride Abla all scream together.

Then all of them take turns hugging Alaz. They talk over each other, shooting questions in rapid succession. But beneath the very real happiness of finally seeing Alaz, Yaman can also see everyone buzzing with the same nervous energy that he's feeling. Çağla and Ece are the worst really, both of them have panic and guilt written all over their faces. And of course Alaz catches on it immediately and just when he opens his mouth to say something about it, Yaman jumps in with:

"Alaz, güzel kardeşim benim, we forgot your bags, let's get them out of the car".

Alaz looks at him with suspicion but nods and they step out to get the bags. Yaman opens the trunk when he hears Alaz ask:

"Okay, Abisi, tell me: what's going on?"

Yaman knows it's a lost cause but he plays dumb nonetheless:

"What are you talking about? Nothing's going on".

Alaz just gives him the look.

"I swear nothing is going on".

"Really? First you were being all shifty on our ride home. Now everyone else is acting weird".

"They aren't acting weird, they're just happy to see you. They've missed you".

Yaman tosses the backpack at Alaz and then pulls out the suitcase, slamming the trunk shut.

Alaz follows Yaman's every move like a hawk and Yaman knows that his brother won't drop it. That's why he almost runs inside the house from Alaz's scrutinizing gaze. Everyone's waiting for them in the living room, exchanging nervous glances. Yaman mouthes a desperate: "Play cool!" and adds loudly for Alaz to hear:

"Kardeşim, let's get your luggage upstairs, to your room. Maybe you also want to change and get some rest after the long flight".

"I'm fine. You, - and I mean all of you - on the other hand, are up to something" Alaz says, pointing his signature finger at everyone.

"What?? No!"

"Pfff!"

"Don't be silly!"

"What do you mean? We're just happy you're home!"

Everyone's talking over each other again and playing so not cool that Yaman wants to facepalm. He pats Alaz's shoulder and says:

"C'mon, Alaz, let's go upstairs, I promise we'll talk but after you get some rest, take a shower, maybe unpack. Ok?"

Alaz narrows his eyes at him:

"I knew there's something!"

"Alaz, please, let's go. I'll tell you everything, we'll all talk together, just not right now".

"Is it about her? Is something wrong with her?” Alaz raises his voice and Yaman sees alarm in his brother's eyes.

He sees something else too: the beast that Alaz has spent the last 5 years taming and training - Yaman sees that beast pulling on its shackles.

"I swear to god, Yaman, if something ... Is Asi okay?"

It's the first time Alaz's said her name in 5 years. He's always asked about Asi but for some reason she's become the Voldemort whose name was never mentioned.

"She's okay. She'll be here soon and you'll see for yourself that she's totally fine" Yaman reassures Alaz and hears Çağla mutter:

"You won't believe how fine".

Yaman glares at his sister and focuses on Alaz again:

"She's fine, I promise. Now let's go upstairs, please".

Alaz throws a miffed look at everyone but gives a curt nod and reluctantly agrees:

"Fine! But you're all hiding something. Not for long though!"

He follows Yaman upstairs, to his old room. Yaman enters first, rolls Alaz's suitcase inside and leaves it beside the couch. He turns to Alaz who walks to the bed and drops the backpack. Yaman observes as his brother looks around the room and mutters:

"Nothing's changed. Everything's just the way I left it".

"We thought you'd like it that way. If you want to change something, it's better if you do it yourself".

Alaz just nods and then freezes. Yaman follows his gaze and sees that it's fixed on a picture on one of the bedside tables. The picture of Alaz himself ... with Asi. Yaman remembers the day the picture was taken like it was yesterday. It was him who made it. It was a rare moment of quiet and peaceful happiness that Yaman felt truly lucky to have captured. Because Alaz and Asi were never quiet or peaceful. They weren't really happy either and that was the saddest part. Because they loved each other but loving each other isn't always enough. And it broke Yaman's heart. Especially it broke for his little brother. Who couldn't be with the love of his life but also never learnt to be without her.

"Kardeşim?" Yaman says carefully.

"Hm?" is Alaz's only response, eyes still fixed on the photo.

"I love you. So very much. You know that, right? And I'm so proud of you".

The words finally catch Alaz's attention and he turns to Yaman with raised eyebrows.

"What's up with you, Abisi? Caught a love bug? Or trying to get on my good side so that you won't catch hell once I learn what you've all been hiding from me?"

Yaman lets out a short laugh at Alaz being well, Alaz.

"I've just missed you, that's all. And I feel like I don't tell you this enough".

Alaz narrows his eyes at him but Yaman sees the vulnerability beneath all the suspicion and sarcasm. Alaz's still not used to hearing people say that they love him. He's not used to people actually meaning it.

"Okay, whatever" he mutters and immediately adds:

"You wanted me to get some rest, unpack and change so badly. Why don't you leave me to it?"

Yaman nods quickly and makes a bee line for the door. Once the door closes behind him, Yaman exhales heavily:

"Oh my god, this is so not going to end well".

[steddieas-shegoes]

omg okay, requests are closing soon and i just remembered something i strongly believe is true and now i need you to make it come to life ^^ not requesting through anon this time :D

established steddie, and they've been dating for several months now. neither of the two have said they love the other yet, but as much as steve would love to verbally admit to eddie that he loves and is absolutely in love with him, steve just doesn't. because he can't brinf himself to. he got traumatized after nancy called him and their relationship bullshit when he thought that they were in love. so now, steve refuses to be the one to say it first. cue eddie just spilling out his entire heart to steve and spewing out the most wholesome love confession known to man and erasing the poor boy's worries that he's unlovable

I LOVE SAPPY LOVE CONFESSIONS! Especially when Steve is feeling unsure of himself and his feelings. This has been written in short bursts, so I am so sorry if it feels or reads choppy. Vacation has been surprisingly busier than I expected and the wi-fi has bursts of regular functionality and then sloooooooow as molasses. I hope this works for ya! Also, slightly inspired by the lyrics "you asked me why I wasn't saying a word, I'm naming the stars in the sky after you" from Your Needs, My Needs by Noah Kahan. - Mickala ❤️

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If Steve knew one thing, it’s that he was born to love Eddie Munson.

Every other person he loved or thought he loved couldn’t even hold a candle to the way he felt about Eddie.

They’d only been together for a month, but it felt like years, it felt like no amount of time could ever be enough.

He loved him more than anything, more than was probably healthy.

But he didn’t say it.

He couldn’t.

His worst fear, even before meeting Eddie, before loving him, was that he would love someone too much and be hurt again.

Looking back at how he loved Nancy, he knew this would be so much worse if Eddie called him bullshit.

So he just held it in, let himself think it and feel it and know it, but refused to say it out loud, not even when he talked to Robin about everything.

He didn’t think it was possible to pine for someone who was your boyfriend, but that’s exactly what was happening.

But he’d been with Eddie for hours now, and he seemed…on edge.

He was happy, still his usual silly self, but it felt rehearsed, like he knew he needed to keep it up for Steve to not be suspicious.

He wasn’t sure what he needed to be suspicious of, but the suspicion was there.

They had pizza for dinner, too tired from their busy weeks at work to cook, and decided to smoke a bit outside.

Eddie loved watching the stars while they smoked, or at least that’s what he told Steve.

Steve noticed that he rarely actually looked up, mostly spending his time watching Steve.

Steve was looking for constellations when he looked over at a surprisingly quiet Eddie.

Eddie was looking at the sky tonight.

“Everything alright tonight, baby?” Steve asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Hm?” Eddie turned his head to look at Steve. “Oh. Yeah, it’s all good.”

“You’re awful quiet tonight.”

“Am I?”

“Mhm.”

“Guess I’m just busy.”

Steve knew sometimes Eddie’s brain would get busy. He always described it as a traffic jam, where every thought was fighting for dominance, and everything felt equally important even when it wasn’t.

Doing things like this helped.

“Busy?”

“Yeah. See that set of stars right there?”

Eddie reached for Steve’s hand, pointing his finger up so he could find it easier.

“The one next to the Little Dipper?” Steve asked, surprised that Eddie had been so focused on the constellations tonight.

“That’s the one,” he turned back to Steve, squeezing his hand as he rested it back against the grass. “I named it Sweetheart.”

“Oh? I think it probably already has a name, though.”

“It’s not as good as this one. This one is more important.”

Steve watched as Eddie’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow.

Was he nervous?

“Like your guitar?”

“No, like you.”

Steve’s head whipped around again, his eyes wide as he stared at Eddie, who was smiling at the stars.

“Me?”

Finally, Eddie turned to look at him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, a soft smile still present.

“You’re my stars and moon and sun, Stevie. You’re everything to me. Ever since I moved in with Wayne, I’ve looked at that set of stars and wondered if they meant something. Like, okay, there’s an infinite amount of constellations, and we’ll never know them all, but what about this one specifically? I wanted to know everything, but no one knew, and no books knew, and maybe I just imagined that it was a collection of space dust that actually wasn’t organized together, but just all separated in a perfect shape. And then I got to know you and you were kind of like that set of stars. Maybe you weren’t a recognized constellation, maybe you are just a bunch of stars thrown together in a way that can only be seen and understood by a few people, but it just makes you more special. So a few weeks ago, I was out here alone, while you were hanging out with Robin, and I realized that they’re you. They’ve been you this whole time. I’ve watched them, I’ve seen them change, I’ve seen things around them change, and now I see it’s you. You’re the stars. You’re my stars, sweetheart. I love you.”

Steve sat up, tears falling from his eyes as he listened to Eddie talk about the stars and him.

How could he see him as something so incredible and bright when no one else did?

“You love me?”

“Of course I do. How could I not?”

“I-”

“Stevie, you don’t have to say it back, okay? It’s alright. I just want you to know that I love you and nothing is gonna change that.”

Steve stared at him, trying to think of something to say that could possibly compare to what Eddie had just said.

“I love you, too. I don’t, um, I don’t know if I can find words like that, but I do. I have for a long time. I just didn’t want you to think it was bullshit,” Steve rasped out.

“Why would I think it’s bullshit?”

“I guess because I feel so much? I just let my feelings take over and I guess maybe it seems fake? I dunno. Nancy said-”

“Nancy? As in the girl who cheated on you? Who didn’t deal with her grief right and took it out on you? That Nancy?”

Eddie sounded mad. That was the last thing Steve wanted, so he turned his head away, focusing on the tree in front of them.

Eddie’s fingers gripped Steve’s jaw, turning his face to look back at him.

“The way you feel has never and will never be bullshit, Steve.”

He hadn’t called him Steve since before he was in the hospital.

“Okay.”

“I need you to believe that. You are not bullshit. Your feelings aren’t bullshit. None of what we have is bullshit.”

“I understand.”

“I love you. More and more every single day. Okay?”

“Okay. I love you too. So much.”

Steve let Eddie pull him into his lap, into a kiss, slowly laying back on the grass and pulling Steve along with him.

His kiss turned hungry, teeth pulling Steve’s bottom lip between them, sucking until Steve let out a moan.

“You wanna go inside, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded as Eddie kissed down his jaw, his neck, licking along his collarbone.

“C’mon, starlight. I’ve got a lot of love to show you.”

[valdomarx]

going off script

a roy/jamie finale fixit, for @welcomemysentence

Jamie hasn’t been able to stop fidgeting all day, nervous excitement running through him like electricity.

It’s just a beer, he tells himself.

A beer that Roy invited him for, the two of them out together like mates. They’ve never done that before.

Jamie’s leg bounces against the wood of the barstool, his energy spilling out in the jiggling movement, and he tries to distract himself with his drink.

He's wearing his favourite hoodie, well worn and soft inside. A girl once told him he looked loveable in it. He's been called hot or sexy or fit more times than he can remember, but that was the only time he's ever been called that.

He pulls the cuffs down over his hands and stuffs his hopes deep into his sleeves.

They sit close, even though there's plenty of space around them. Their knees are pressed together under the bar, and Roy doesn't shy away. He likes being close enough to touch, and it's things like that which make Jamie wonder if...

It doesn't matter. It's stupid. Jamie lifts his beer and drains it in almost one go.

“Whatever happens on Saturday,” Roy says, and crinkles appear at the corner of his eyes, “I want you to know I'm proud of you.”

Jamie glows at that, more so because he knows Roy means it. It soothes something inside him to hear it said aloud, but it’s a plaster over the voracious, gaping hole in his chest that’s always wanting more. He pushes that greedy part of himself away and reminds himself he should be grateful for what he gets.

So he rags on Roy for being old, and that makes Roy rolls his eyes, and that feels good. Feels natural.

“Real talk, man. Thank you.” They knock their beers together.

He can do this. They can be friendly. It’ll be fun.

“So how’s things with you?”

Roy looks at his beer. “I'm trying to get back with Keeley.”

That hurts, a dull ache like an old sprain that never healed right, but it’s a familiar sort of pain. It occurs to Jamie to ask, “Why, though?”

Roy blinks, and he looks taken aback. “Because… because it’s Keeley, innit? She’s amazing.”

“Of course she is. She’s fucking incredible, we both know that. I’ll always love her, and I guess you will too. But what I’m asking is: why do you want to be with her?”

There’s a pause which stretches a beat too long, before Roy says, “We were good together.”

“You were, yeah.” Jamie puts a slight emphasis on the second word.

Roy catches it and furrows his brow.

“It just seems right, doesn’t it? That her and I should end up together.”

He sounds uncertain. Jamie makes a noncommittal hum.

“It's like - that's what everybody wants from me. They've decided how my life is going to go. I'm Roy Kent, so I gotta try and win back Keeley. Right?”

“Since when do you do what other people want?”

Roy huffs something that could be a laugh.

“Isn't there anything you feel like you have to do?” Roy asks. “Like there's a path laid out for you and you have no choice but to follow it?”

Jamie sucks in a breath. “Well. There's my dad.”

Roy mumbles something under his breath that sounds like cockend.

“Because everyone knows what a dick he is, but I still have to forgive him or some shit. I gotta pretend like everything’s fine now, because he’s making some tiny bit of effort to sort his life out and I have to pat him on the back for it. Pretend like he didn’t make my life hell, because that's the story people want to hear, innit? The one they're comfortable with. Forgiveness and happy families and all that shit. It's what people expect.”

“Well fuck that and fuck them,” Roy says without a trace of hesitation.

Jamie drags a finger through the condensation on the bar. “Ted told me I ought to forgive him. Said it would be for my own good, not his.”

Roy tips his head, thoughtful. “If anger at him isn’t serving you, you should let it go. But that doesn't mean you have to be nice to the horrendous prick.”

Jamie fingers are still fidgeting, and he picks at the label of his beer. “He asked me to visit him in rehab.”

Roy looks sideways at him. “Do you want to see him?”

A pit of ice cold horror opens in Jamie's chest at the thought. “Fuck no.”

“Then don't. You don't owe him shit. Not your time or your effort or your support.” Roy taps on the bar to underline his point. “He isn’t your family just because he’s related to you. Your family is the people who care about you and look out for you. It’s your mum and your stepdad, and me and Keeley and the team, and Ted and Beard and Rebecca. Even Nate, I guess. And we got you.”

Something in Jamie's body unclenches at that, like he can finally breathe. It feels like a 10-stone weight has been lifted off his shoulders. “So I don't have to follow the script?”

“Nope.”

He looks over at Roy.

“But you do?”

Roy fidgets. “It's not the same.”

“I know it’s not. But still. You’re allowed to make your own choices. You don’t have to live the life that other people think you ought to.”

Roy frowns. “Truth is, if I don’t do that - if I’m not Roy fucking Kent, football legend, and if I’m not grouchily supportive boyfriend to Keeley fucking Jones - I have no idea who the fuck I am.”

Jamie takes everything he wants to say, about how Roy is so much more than his fame or his past, about how he’s caring and smart and an incredible coach, about the beautiful person who shines out from beneath the layers of bullshit, and carefully sets it aside. It’s not the right time for that.

He thinks instead about what it means to be supportive, and how you express that, and what would help Roy now. He thinks about that, and he channels Ted. “Maybe it isn’t about already knowing who you are. Maybe it’s about trying things, and failing at some of them, and succeeding at others, and learning who you are along the way.”

Roy frowns. “I wouldn’t know how to start.”

Jamie very much wants to reach over and take his hand. He doesn’t.

“Let’s start at the beginning then. What do you want?”

Roy shoulders tense up at that.

“No, mate, I’m not trying to trick you or get in your head or make you spill your guts or anything. I’m just asking what makes you happy. Coaching? Looking after Phoebe? Travel? Kebabs?”

That makes Roy chuckle. “Yeah, all of those. I love all those things.”

He takes a swing of beer. Jamie watches his throat work as he swallows.

“And.” Roy turns to face him, an unfamiliar hesitancy in his voice. “And you.”

Jamie's mind goes completely blank.

“You make me happy.”

This should be the point where Jamie says something meaningful or profound or some shit. But he can hardly think for the wanting, the great shapeless thing inside him which he keeps shoving down but which only comes back bigger and hungrier, and which is now ballooning until it’s stuck in his throat.

“I love coaching you. I love that you’re up for anything, even when it’s ridiculous, and that you actually listen to me, and that you work hard because it matters to you. I love watching you play, I really fucking do. But it ain’t even about that. It’s because you’re fun, and funny, and you give me shit but you also give a shit about the people around you. Because you can admit when you’re wrong, which is more than I’ve ever been able to do, and you work to be better. You’re a kind, decent person, Jamie Tartt, and you’re very easy to love.”

Jamie feels like he might shatter, like if Roy says one more thing or lays a single finger on him then he’ll fall into a million pieces.

“Because I think I do know what I want. But it’s something I can’t have.” Roy sits back on his stool, armed crossed defensively, and doesn’t look Jamie in the eye.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” The words burst from Jamie’s mouth without any intervention from his brain. Roy looks up sharply, his expression hurt. “I’ve wanted you since I was ten years old. At first I thought I wanted to be you. Then I got older and realised I wanted to impress you. Then I met you, and yeah, I’ll be honest, I hated you for a while there, cause you were a right prick.”

Roy actually smiles at that.

“But then I got to know you, and fuck, Roy. All that time you were with Keeley, it really bothered me. I knew me and Keeley weren’t getting back together and it still made me ache, and I couldn’t figure out why. But I know now, and I don’t know how I could make it any clearer.” He inhales a quick breath. “You can have me any way you like.”

Jamie’s brain catches up with what his mouth has let slip, just as Roy stands up so suddenly that his stool crashes to the floor. He opens his mouth to say sorry or to take it back, but then Roy’s hands are in his hair and he’s crushing their lips together, and Jamie finally lets himself take what he wants. Roy kisses him like he’s on fire with it, and the shapeless thing lodged in Jamie’s chest comes surging out through his hands and his eyes and his mouth, everywhere they’re touching alight with sensation.

Kissing Roy is even better than he’d imagined. The prickle of his beard again his face, the way his fingers flex in Jamie’s hair like he wants to pull him even closer. Even when they break for air, Roy stays right in his space like he wants to live there.

Wanting and being wanted. Choosing and being chosen. A path ahead that they build themselves, brick by brick.

A bubble of joy comes gushing out of Jamie as a giggle. “This isn’t how the script goes.”

He feels Roy's smile against his lips and the rumble of his laughter against his chest.

“Fuck the script.”

[gaylordscooter]

Log of the Multiverse: Nightmare

hoo boy i got shivers just writing down their name.

i'm doing their entry before dream's because, like ink, i'll let him write his own. too bad he's so incredibly busy all the time

now nightmare, his brother, the guardian of negativity. they're terrifying. i can't believe they're dream's twin. they hardly even look like a skeleton.

Thankfully they're nowhere NEAR as active as Dream is. in fact, it's a rare sight to see them for the average person. unfortunately i'm with a group of loony people that happen to be the only people nightmare would seek out from time to time.

i actually got a sticky note i wrote on after i encountered them for the first time

[there's a somewhat crumpled sticky note taped on, it reads:

their touch hurts, presumably because of the goop (speaking of goop. no idea what it's made out of). reminds me of the time i spilt hydrochloric acid on my foot on accident. however, it doesn't actually leave a wound or lasting pain, like touching fire without getting burned

you’ll know they're near when you get a heavy feeling in your soul, similar to blue magic but if it hated you.

negative feelings fuel them. it’s like their food. would being happy drive them away?

they don't kill as long as they find you useful apparently im “a cesspool of anxiety and guilt that provides a plentiful amount of energy”. i hope they choke on my feelings.]

i forgot about that last bit. moving on

they've caused quite a bit of commotion back in their peak. they were on par with error in terms of disturbing universes. they just had. different methods (such as, killing loved ones in front of people, making people live out their worst fears, spilling people's very important secrets, manipulating people who are close to hate each other, ruining the happy endings of many universes) they're a lot more sadistic than error. i suppose that makes sense. they ARE the guardian of negativity.

now i was still in my universe while that was happening, i'm just paraphrasing what ink told me.

and then they just suddenly cut back. they stopped doing all of that.

ink expected this, obviously. he knew how their script goes. (of course he cant TELL me what happens in his script. he can only drop hints and even then he tries not to, to play it safe)

what i do know is that the balance between negativity and positivity is Very much out of wack. what i don't know is what the consequence of that is. yet.

I'm gonna go on a limb and say it's nothing good and buckle up for the ride.

wow it sure sucks knowing something bad is gonna happen and being powerless to stop it. how the hell does ink do it.

side note: ive been calling them the "guardian of negativity" but i don't actually know what that entails. same with dream's title as "guardian of positivity". honestly i don't think either of them know either.

i guess dream's positive all the time, like he can't even feel negative emotions

oh my god im stupid. he literally can't, can he?

then that would mean nightmare cant feel positive emotions. that's. wow. huh.

shit. well, i'm gonna have a chat with dream. or ink, if he doesn't want to talk.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Can I ask if you have any Boone headcanons? I’m a little bit obsessed with the strong, silent, devoted-to-my-love sniper and there will never be enough content about him for me haha

This ask is wonderful and I thank you for it by smooching you on your forehead 😻

Also, I am so sorry for my ramblings about him, I've loved him since the game released + love all interpretations of him, so I smushed all my favourites I've seen/developed over the years into one (sfw) post.

(I also might've been a little high as I wrote these out, so sorry if I repeat anything or it's misspelled.)

Anyways, enjoy below the cut!

Boone HCs:

-around 6'-6'5" (shorter than Arcade, who I hc as 6'9"); frankly think he's 6'0" solid but built like a brick house

-Bulky, built with wide hips and wider shoulders

-he has ass. I don't make the rules, you can SEE that ass in-game just like you can his meaty tits. I speak more on tits later.

-Soft stomach (the type that you can lay on and spills over his pants some when he bends over or sits down)

-brunette with thick hair, but just shaves it all down.

-INTENSELY bisexual (preference for men, likely just because he was around more men than women in the NCR. But if he likes you in any capacity, you're fair game to him regardless of what you've got)

-very, very tanned. He's not a very pale man and wasn't ever really pale

-GREEN EYES BAYBEE!! Vibrant green, actually has central heterochromia. Green with brown around his pupils ✨

-dimples. He has dimples. Fight me.

-i have this HC that all wasteland-born folks have sharper teeth- he absolutely does. He opens his mouth and he's got four sharp canines and six additional incisors that are shorter but equally able to tear through gecko and brahmin meat

-can and will use that 7 strength stat, and also that matching 7 agility

-this mf is FAST and can sprint like hell

-big hands and arms and thighs- this man doesn't have visible abs, but he's got SO much strength under his softness

-his pecs are soft and heavy. Give that dilf the tits he deserves.

-ABSOLUTELY the strong, devoted silent type

-however, that doesn't mean he isn't playful. He can totally be a snipe, sassy, snarky man, as well as a tease.

-he'll side eye someone he cares about after he's opened up and teased just to see their expressions when he quips when they aren't expecting it.

-him and Arcade get along well, and Arcade talks with him about the world enough to convince Boone that the NCR is better as a military which serves the people, rather than a major power to run the Mojave.

-boone comes to agree easily, but only once they've known each other for a few years

-thinks Arcade is beyond genius, and the two sassy men mutually snark at others when well-deserved

-is more inclined to take off his beret in the Lucky 38 around the other companions, but still is particular about when and where. He likes it and will always stay on him when out and about

-but if the Courier takes it off of him, once they've been through a lot together in the first year or so, he'll let them do it. he knows and trusts that they'll take care of it

-considers it an extension of himself, much the way he considers his rifle and extension of himself, so it's very intimate in its own way

-achingly fond of sweet cakes

-wears sunglasses because his green eyes used to freak people out. They are incredibly sharp- and quick- and can catch movement across miles of desert sand.

-couple that with his agility and happy trigger finger, he makes one of the finest snipers in the wastes

-doesn't sleep well for the first little while after meeting the courier and their companions- keeps thinking he'll wake up to something happening

-does finally manage to relax though, and starts sleeping better than he has in years most nights

-his dog tags ever come off. Can and will stab a bitch for trying to touch them

-very good with combat knives and straight-up punching someone, but forever prefers using his rifle and being a ranged shooter.

-talked more at one time to the courier after defeating Caesar and taking down the camp than he ever had before

-actually fond of having Ed-E around during their missions

-lots of body hair, the shorter hair this mf has is on his head. Prefers his hair short mostly because of being NCR; it just gets in the way of his beret

-polishes and cleans his gun NIGHTLY. If he doesn't have the right wax for the barrel, he will go out and either trade for some or will slaughter for some. He doesn't care which he has to do, so keep it around. A small tin goes a long while, but make sure to keep it closed ✨

-wears a .50 caliber shell around his neck with his tags on the same chain- it's an old soldier's way of remembering their mortality as well as those lost, and he can move entirely silently so the metal doesn't click together as he walks or runs

-comes to find that he loves heavy military rifles

-give him a power fist or brass knuckles. I beg you. This man will fuck someone up at long and close range.

-could kill you with his arms AND thighs.

-sits with his thighs spread apart because he hates when they touch- texture nightmare for him

-can straight up rotate his irises around his pupils. Can ALSO retract and swell his pupils to make them larger and smaller at will- helps in the desert sun to keep his eyes from taking in too much light, but it also makes his eyes focus different, which can be useful

-hates alcohol, but will drink to forget

-started smoking cigarettes because the smell made him physically ill as a child- it was the only way for him to stop being sick. Now it's a bad habit he can't kick

-mostly it's because it's such a long-standing habit, but also he's got the 'tism and an oral fixation which requires him to have smthn in his mouth at all times. Will hold anything between his lips- an unlit cigarette, a toothpick, a bullet shell, the rare wasteland lollipop lmao

-this guy is big enough he can palm a milk jug like it's a can.

-prefere combat boots to anything else, especially steel toe combat boots.

-hates round laces, they've gotta be flat or he loses his shit and seethes internally.

-has tattoos. I don't make the gd rules, he's a military boy- he has ink. You just can't SEE any of it because it's under his shirt/pants.

-would actually have wanted an eyebrow piercing or the like pre-war and I will die and kill on this hill. He wouldn't have many piercings, but he would have a few, I feel. I think he'd get both eyebrows so it'd be even, maybe his nipples, and another secret one 👀

-doesnt like people much, very much a silent, brooding type. Doesn't open up for a LONG time, but when he does, he's warm

-affectionate as hell, but only once he's gotten to the warming-up point

-he more he opens up, the more snark he sends outward toward those he doesn't give a damn about. Will open his fat mouth and those brooding inside thoughts quickly become outside thoughts. Knows when to stay quiet as always, though.

-big spoon or little spoon, he doesn't care. Careful though, he runs VERY hot and will tuck a hand against your stomach to KEEP you against him, even in sleep

-likes tucking his face into someone's throat and WILL wake a lover to kisses on the shoulder and neck

-likes kisses and likes holding hands whenever able.

-hand will always be on lower back. If you're standing on something, he'll have his hand there in case. If you're sleepy and stumbling into the Lucky 38's kitchen, his hand is there to make sure you stay upright as he guides you along. If you're dealing with folks who are shady or make you uncomfortable or make Boone uneasy, his hand is right there to soothe you both.

-only puts his hand on the lower back of two people- the courier and Arcade. I take no criticisms.

-can kill for those he loves. WILL kill for those he loves.

-when cuddling with him, tuck your hand over his heart or around his dog tags and he'll melt in your hands. It's very important to him to silently be with someone, and he's hopelessly devoted to the few people he cares about.

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.15

Pairing: Minchan | OT8

Word Count: 4759

Summary: Chan bottoms for the first time, enjoying it much more than he thought he would. While Minho and Chan are busy, their friends can't help but wonder what they're up to at the moment. Minho shares his thoughts on further steps with Chan...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, top!minho, first time bottom!chan, oral (chan receiving), anal (chan receiving), minho bites himself to hide pain (??)

Chp.14 | Chp. 16

Nervous, trip over my words You're so pretty, it hurts Baby, I'm yours i'm yours ~ Isabel LaRosa

Felix sat on the sofa as the others sat around him, looking at his phone. They were analyzing the selfie Minho sent to the groupchat and wondered how their hyungs were doing. 

"The two hearts clearly show they're back together again. Or have they never broken up?" Jeongin wondered out loud. 

"They've never labeled the situation, no," Felix shook his head. "I guess you could say they were something like friends with benefits but..with feelings?" 

"Sounds like they're a couple to me," Changbin argued. 

"Well, they weren't," Felix sighed. 

"Why?" Jeongin asked, confused. 

"How would I know that? Probably because of Channie. You saw how anxious he was when you suspected them of being secret lovers," Felix groaned, getting frustrated. 

"We also saw how hurt Minho hyung was," Seungmin added. "There are definitely feelings involved. Chan has been pissing everyone off, sulking for days since he went home." 

"Don't remind me," Jisung groaned and rolled his eyes. 

-

"Fuck Minho, don't stop," Chan moaned breathlessly, his grip on Minho’s hair tightening. He laid out on his back supported by a pillow, and his legs spread. Minho's face was buried in between them as he ate him out deliciously, hands gently rubbing his thighs as he kept him still. Chan was losing his mind at Minho's skilled tongue. He couldn't help but long for more. 

Minho moaned obscenely at the soft, helpless sounds that left Chan’s mouth. He could feel Chan shiver at the sensation and pressing back against him, hand in his hair, pulling him closer. 

"Minho, baby, please," he whined beautifully, longing for the feeling of his fingers opening him up. 

Minho pulled back and smirked at him. "Look at my pretty baby. So desperate for my touch."

Chan didn't even argue, looking at him through his lashes with his lips parted. Dozens of love bites were forming all over his torso and neck where Minho started before he devoured him. Minho climbed up towards him, hovering over him before teasingly licking his nipple. Chan moaned as Minho bit down gently and massaged the other nipple with his fingers. He arched into his touch with a needy whine, hands gripping the sheets in a desperate attempt to steady himself. "Please."

Minho ignored his pleas and moved up to kiss him passionately, grabbing some lube and spreading it on his fingers. Chan groaned against his lips as he very gently pushed in the first finger.  

-

"Back to the topic at hand. The picture clearly means that they're okay. Chan got a call, probably from Minho, and then he was gone. They must've talked it out," Jisung spoke up. 

"I mean, he's sleeping on his chest. And Minho hasn't let him in that closely since their fight," Jeongin added. 

"And he looks happy…He wouldn't send that picture if they weren't okay," Felix agreed. 

"Maybe they didn't talk it out," Seungmin said, a devious smirk on his face as chaos broke out. 

"Ey! It's already enough knowing they've been sleeping together secretly for almost a year. We don't need to bring that up. I don't need those pictures in my head," Changbin scolded him. 

"You're one to talk. I didn't need that very vivid picture of you and Felix either," Jisung protested. 

"Hannie," Felix whined and blushed red almost immediately, thinking of when he accidentally interrupted them. 

"You better keep your mouth shut. Or I'll start spilling everyone’s secrets. At least Felix and I are in a relationship," Changbin told him. 

"Are you trying to shame me for having several partners, Changbinnie?" he asked, offended. "Or is it because I get more attention than you do?" 

"Shut up," he groaned. 

-

Chan was melting into the mattress as Minho's fingers opened him up so perfectly. He thanked God they were alone in the house because he couldn't hold back his moans once Minho had located his prostate. His body shook at the intense pleasure, and a whiny moan left his lips. 

Minho knew exactly how to bring him to the edge, lips traveling over his body as his fingers massaged his sweet spot. Chan was too far gone already, and Minho couldn't get enough of the sight of him. A few curls were sticking to his forehead, his lips swollen from the shared kisses and trembled beautifully with another low moan. His eyes fluttered close every time he touched him just right, and his body was squirming beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations. Minho returned to fingering him open a bit more and smiled adoringly at him. "My beautiful love," he whispered in his ear as he leaned down, and Chan shivered with a needy moan. "So handsome," he continued as he kissed all over his jaw. 

"Babyy," he groaned, his stomach flipping at his sweet words. He was so close to cumming, he didn’t know if he would hold it any longer. "I'm so close," he told him. 

"It's alright, we have plenty of time," he assured him and kissed him lovingly as he went back to massaging his prostate. "Cum for me, Channie," he whispered against his lips, and Chan didn't need a second invitation. He came with a sweet moan of Minho's name and held onto him as he covered their chests in thick ropes of cum. Chan groaned into their steamy kiss, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Minho continued kissing him until he slowly came down from his high. One last whimper escaped Chan’s throat as he laid with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. Minho grabbed a towel he kept close to clean them up. 

-

"Honestly, I can't believe Chan was making such a fuss. Literally everyone in the group had sex with at least one other member," Seungmin shrugged. 

"Chan's not as smart as he'd like to think he is sometimes," Felix said dryly, and everyone started laughing. 

"I think Seungmin's right. I mean look at Minho hyung's neck," Hyunjin suddenly chimed in. 

Everyone turned their attention back to Felix's phone as he zoomed in. His neck had clear red marks, and Felix's eyes widened. "I think you're right." 

"They could've been in a heavy make out session," Jeongin joked. 

"Minho and Chan?" Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry, but it was painfully obvious to everyone besides Chan. However, that's still possible." 

"Let's video call them and demand an official statement," Jeongin proposed, and before Felix could protest, everyone agreed excitedly. 

"Fine, let's call Minho hyung first," he said and called him. 

-

Minho gently caressed Chan's cheek, and the older one leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. 

"Very okay," he gave back with a lazy smile and opened his eyes again, looking at him. "You can go on if you want to." 

"Are you sure, darling? We don't have to if you don't want to," he assured him. But Chan shook his head, kissing him full of love. 

"I'm ready. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this but you," he told him, reaching up to cup his cheek. 

Minho turned and placed a soft kiss on his palm. "Okay then. Tell me whenever something feels off or uncomfortable, okay?" 

"I will," he promised, all his nervousness vanishing looking into his big brown eyes. He trusted him with this. Minho sat up again and grabbed the lube once more. "Can I?" he asked softly. Minho handed him the lube, a small smile on his face. Chan sat up and poured some on his hand before spreading it over his dick. Minho moaned softly at the much-needed attention and hugged him, burying his face in his shoulder for the moment. Once Chan decided it was enough, he handed him the towel to wipe his hand. Minho let him get comfortable again and gently caressed his thighs. "Try to relax, okay? I'll be careful," he promised, and Chan nodded. 

Chan watched Minho, who looked adorably concentrated, as he slowly pushed in the tip. He bit his lower lip at the sudden sensation and tried to relax as Minho told him. Chan squeezed his eyes shut as Minho pushed in further with slow, careful movements and breathed in deeply. This felt like much more than his fingers, and the burning stretch was somehow pleasurable. He already felt full of him, and they were just getting started. "Min," he spoke up quietly, unsure if he could manage. 

Minho noticed the uncertainty in his tone, it reminded him of their first time together. He leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on top of his nose, making him open his eyes again. "I'm here," he promised, flashing an encouraging smile. 

"I-," Chan stopped himself, unsure of what he was going to say. He really wanted this, the sensation just felt a little too foreign, too new. 

Minho gently took his hand and intertwined it above his head. "It feels odd at the beginning, right?" he asked, and Chan nodded, relieved that he understood. "Do you want me to stop?" 

"I don't think so, no," he shook his head and exhaled softly.

"Does it hurt?" 

"Only a little," he told him. 

"I can try adding some more lube, and we'll see how that feels?" he offered, and Chan nodded, gasping softly at the sudden emptiness. Minho applied more lube to his dick and on Chan’s entrance and leaned down, kissing him calmingly as he slowly pushed in again. 

Chan moaned softly into the kiss and pulled back with a groan as Minho was buried fully inside him not much later. He felt full to the brim and tried to relax, taking a deep breath like he had seen Minho doing before. Minho gave him time to adjust to the feeling, gently stroking his hand. "Okay," Chan breathed out after a moment. 

"Are you sure, love?" he checked in, and Chan flashed him a soft smile. 

"I'm sure." 

-

Felix huffed softly as Minho didn't answer and glanced at his friends. "What now?" 

"Call Channie hyung," Hyunjin suggested. 

"Maybe they don't want to talk to us right now," Seungmin said, and Felix nodded, agreeing. 

"Yeah, they could be busy at the moment," he said. 

"Busy?" Jeongin raised his eyebrows at him. "Minho's on a break, and Chan's visiting..how would they be busy?" 

"Unless they're -," Jisung started and got cut off by Changbin punching his arm. 

"Shut up!" he protested loudly. "You can't seriously believe having sex is all they can think of doing." 

"Well, it's been a while, who knows?" Seungmin shrugged with a quiet chuckle. He quickly hid behind the sofa as Changbin threw a pillow in his direction. 

-

Chan kissed Minho passionately as he thrusted into Chan with a steady rhythm . His hands were on his back and tangled in his hair, legs wrapped around the dancer's waist. He rolled his hips to meet his thrusts and moaned into their kisses. 

Minho was just as overwhelmed as Chan, the feeling of being buried deep inside him was new to him too, after all. Chan was so tight around his dick. The way he clenched around him every so often threatened to bring his orgasm sooner than he wanted to. He was mindlessly playing with Chan's sweaty curls and tried to remind himself to keep a steady, gentle rhythm. He longed for more, but he wanted to make Chan comfortable. Chan shifted a little beneath him to kiss him even more passionately, clenching around him firmly. Minho moaned needily and couldn't stop his hips from snapping forward forcefully. "Fuck, sorry," he apologized as Chan's head fell back, breaking their kiss apart as he moaned loudly. 

"No-I-do that again," he pleaded softly. His eyes rolled back in his head as Minho put the same force into the next thrust. "Fuck," he groaned, and the grip on his hair tightened. 

"You like when I fuck you like this?" he asked, watching his lover’s fucked out expression. Chan could only moan in response to another hard snap of his hips. 

"Keep doing that, please," he begged his lover breathlessly. His jaw dropped in an obscene moan as Minho managed to hit his prostate again. "Fuck, right there."

Minho picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, watching Chan slowly falling apart beneath him. Suddenly, Chan's phone rang, and Minho groaned upon hearing the sound. 

"Ignore it," Chan pressed out and whimpered softly as Minho grabbed his hands, laying him down and pinning them above his head. He would've never thought of this before, but he really liked handing over all control to Minho. 

-

"Chan isn't picking up either," Felix shrugged and put away his phone, having enough of bothering them. 

"They're definitely having sex," Seungmin concluded and got up, strolling over to the kitchen island. 

"Maybe they're taking a nap, you pervert!" Changbin groaned. 

"You mean like you and Felix did a few months ago?" Jisung asked, and Felix groaned. 

"Why are you so obsessed with the thought of them having sex?" Changbin asked tiredly. 

"It's kind of like thinking about your parents having sex…weird," Jeongin said casually, scrolling through his phone, making everyone glance at him shocked. "What?" 

"Nothing," Felix rolled his eyes tiredly and leaned back against the soft cushion. "Let's just give them some space, alright?" 

"Oops," Jeongin said, holding up his phone, currently calling Chan. Hyunjin guiltily showed them his, calling Minho. 

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Felix cursed, and everyone laughed at him, getting so upset that he switched to English again. 

-

Chan completely tuned out the sound of his phone going off for a second time. He could feel his orgasm creeping up. The knot in his stomach was about to unravel, and he wouldn’t dare let someone interrupt him. Minho had his hands pinned above his head with one hand, restraining his movement. His other hand was either playing with his hair and nipples or roaming his torso, depending on what he felt like. Chan enjoyed the feeling of being helpless and under Minho’s control. 

Minho was panting above him, chasing his high as well. The veins popping out from his neck and arms displaying just a fraction of the pleasure building in his body. He was so lost in the moment, in Chan’s moans and the heat radiating off his body. He couldn’t get enough. He looked down at his face, an expression that signaled he was about to come. "Chan-," he tried to warn him and pull out before it was too late. 

"Inside," Chan moaned as he hit his prostate again, vision blurring from the feeling. 

Minho reached his high, hips snapping forward as he spilled into him with a groan. He lazily moved his hips and reached down, wrapping his hand around Chan's dick to give him the last push. 

Chan's head fell back, and the feeling of Minho filling him up alone would've made him stumble over the edge. He arched against him and trembled as he painted their chests with cum for the second time before Minho collapsed onto him. Chan closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, and felt Minho move on top of him. "Stay a little?" he asked quietly. 

Minho chuckled softly and did as he said, still buried inside of him. He buried his face in his neck and smiled as Chan started fondling his hair. "Did it feel okay?" he asked gently, wanting to make sure Chan was alright. 

"It felt amazing," he chuckled breathlessly. "You were perfect," he told him softly. 

Minho blushed a little, not knowing what to say. "Thanks?" 

Chan started laughing and turned to kiss his head. "I love you." 

"I love you too," he smirked. "You said there was a second song?" 

"Connected," Chan nodded lazily. 

"We're not talking about Wi-Fi, I suppose?" he teased. 

"Hmm, more along the lines of 'No turning back once we're connected'," Chan giggled. 

"Ohh. That's kinda obvious though, isn't it?" Minho smirked. 

"Wi-Fi," he shrugged. 

"Don't steal my joke," he laughed and rolled his eyes. "Let me go and get something to clean you up with, okay? We'll cuddle after," he promised, knowing how clingy Chan could get after sex. Minho couldn’t blame him though, the skin to skin contact feeding their touched starved bodies well.

Chan smiled softly as Minho cleaned him up gently. They put on some underwear and took the blanket off the bed. Minho quickly threw it into the washing machine, hoping it would be done before his mother came home. When he came back to his bedroom, Chan was checking his phone. "You know, next time turn that thing off," Minho chuckled teasingly. 

"Felix and Jeongin tried to reach me," he frowned, and Minho grabbed his phone, telling him Felix and Hyunjin tried him as well. Chan sighed softly and called Felix back. "I bet they’re having trouble peeling their eggs." 

"Or they misplaced the remote again," Minho sighed. 

"Or they forgot their schedule for today," Chan added, and Minho giggled softly. 

"Maybe they locked themselves out of the dance practice room again," he laughed to himself. 

"They're a lost cause," he grinned as he started to call them back. Finally, Felix picked up. Chan couldn’t get a word in before he listened to a request, his eyes widening. "Uh yeah, sure. Give me a moment. I'll call you back." 

"What's up?" Minho asked as Chan jumped up. 

"They want a video call. We gotta put on some clothes." 

"Fucks sake. First they send me on a break, and now a week later, they want a video call," Minho groaned playfully. Chan broke out into laughter, throwing a shirt at him. Minho giggled and put it on before getting comfortable on the bed, resting against a pillow. He grabbed one of the snacks they had bought for him and started eating. Chan stared at him as he sat down next to him. "What? I’m trying to eat more throughout the day." 

Chan just giggled and video called Felix. He picked up only a few seconds later, and their friends' faces appeared on the screen. Minho was waving with a soft smile. 

"Why didn't you pick up earlier?" Jeongin cut right to the chase. 

"I was taking a nap. Channie didn't want to disturb me," Minho came up with a lie within seconds, casually eating his snack. 

"Are you two okay again?" Felix peeked over, and Minho flashed him a calming smile. 

"Yeah, we talked it out. Once Minho is back, everything will be back to normal," Chan told them, laughing at their thrilled expressions. 

"Thank God! You were such a pain in the ass," Changbin said. 

"Shut up," Chan rolled his eyes, and Minho glanced at him curiously. He made a mental note to ask Felix about that later. 

"Minho hyung, why are you wearing Chan's shirt?" Hyunjin asked and squinted his eyes at them. "And Chan is wearing yours."

Minho didn't answer, almost choking on his snack. He felt like punching him for mixing up their shirts. 

"I thought sharing clothes is something that boyfriends do?" Chan answered smoothly. 

Minho blinked in surprise at his words. Meanwhile, tiny gasps can barely be heard through the phone as the boys watched everything unfold. He looked at Chan stunned. "Boyfriends?" he asked timidly. 

Chan misunderstood his tone and looked at him nervously. "I-I thought that's what you wanted?" 

"Yes," Minho nodded slowly and tilted his head at him a little. "Is that what you want to call it finally?" 

Chan was finally able to see through the timid tone and nodded. "This has been going on for a year now. I think it's long overdue." 

A comforting warmth spread through Minho’s chest, and a happy smile across his lips. His eyes brightened, and he looked so soft it made Chan's heart melt. Minho bit his lower lip giddily at the new term and blushed heavily as Seungmin called him out for it. 

"Aww look at Minho hyung!" 

Minho covered his face with his hands and shook his head. "Stop it, all of you!" Chan giggled softly and rubbed his thigh below the camera. The butterflies fluttering in his stomach rapidly kept him blissful and happy in that moment.

"I don't think Minho hyung was taking a nap," Jeongin suddenly spoke up. "Now Chan's neck looks just like Minho’s." 

Minho's eyes widened, his expression seeming to betray his little white lie with the shocked glance he took at Chan's neck. He glanced back at them with a playful glare, after realizing there were, in fact, visible marks on his neck and collarbone. "Oh fuck you," he sighed as their friends started…cheering? 

"That's going to cost you," Jisung grinned at Changbin. 

"I had faith in you saying you talked it out," he groaned, defeated. 

"Hey, we did talk for over an hour before it happened, okay?" Chan protested, and Minho smacked his chest. "What the fuck was that for? They already know," he whined. 

"You dumbass. They're talking about when they tried calling us earlier," he explained as a light blush crept up his neck. Chan looked at him blankly before realization hit his face. 

"Oh." 

"Oh." Minho mocked him and playfully rolled his eyes. 

Felix grinned, watching them bicker. "Judging by that interaction alone, you two seem to be just fine." 

"Does them having sex twice already mean Changbin has to pay double?" Seungmin asked, unbothered. 

"You made a bet?" Chan blinked surprised. 

"They always do," Minho rolled his eyes. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused at this new revelation. 

"Means everyone had sex with someone else in the group at least once. But you're the only one panicking about the others finding out," Minho clarified and smirked at Chan's shocked expression. "You raised your kids well, Chan. We're unofficially the least straight group out there. Actually, we should change our name to the not-so-straight kids." 

For that, he earned a punch in the arm. He grunted softly with a chuckle."Why didn't I know?" 

"Because you're pretty dum-," Jeongin started, but Changbin shushed him. "I mean, blind, sometimes." 

"These two are a couple," Jisung said, pointing at Felix and Changbin. "Which doesn't stop Hyunjin and Felix from messing around, though. Which doesn't stop Hyunjin from messing around with either Jeongin, Seungmin, or myself with no strings attached." 

"Shut it, Hannie. You're overwhelming him with information," Felix laughed as Chan's jaw dropped. 

"To change the topic for a moment, Minho hyung, would you feel up to helping Chan and me out on set in three days?" Hyunjin asked him. "I think the dance could use a little shaping." 

"I uhm..Channie?" Minho looked at him, unsure if he was allowed to be on set. 

"I guess that's fine as long as you don't hurt your knee even more," Chan told him. 

"Okay then," he smiled, excited that he'd be able to spend another day with some of them. 

"Chan hyung, are we allowed to visit him during his break?" Jisung asked curiously. 

"Listen, as long as you are keeping track of your schedule, I don't care who and how often you come here to visit Minho," he told them. "Just let him know beforehand." 

Minho was the first one to be sent home for a short “break” while the rest of the group continued to work. Usually, they just stayed at the house when they were sick or injured. So it was a foreign experience to all of them, not just him. "Oh, I wanted to thank you for all the things you packed up for me. Also, your letters all mean a lot to me. I'll keep them close always," he smiled softly. 

After talking for a little while, they exchanged goodbyes and promised Minho to visit soon. Once the call ended, Minho turned to face Chan, mirroring his position. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, vaguely gesturing at the two of them. 

"I'm sure. I can't keep talking about how you mean so much to me and not make you mine," Chan explained. 

Minho smiled at him excitedly and leaned forward to steal a kiss. Deep down, he was a little hopeless romantic, so of course, he imagined the moment Chan would ask him to be his boyfriend differently. Nevertheless, he was more than happy to finally have a name for their relationship. "I love you, Channie." 

"I love you too, Min," he smiled and kissed him lovingly. "How does a warm bath sound?" 

"Pretty good, actually," Minho answered. 

"I'll go prepare everything," he told him and smiled. He got up and walked to the bathroom.

Once he was gone, Minho looked down at his knee and shivered at the dark bruises. He needed to take his bandages off in order to bathe. He took a couple deep breaths to relax and carefully began peeling off the edge of one strip of tape. Minho bit his fist as he quickly ripped it off, moaning in pain and squeezing his eyes shut. As he fidgeted with the second strip, his hand was stopped and replaced by Chan's, who kneeled in front of him. 

"Let me help, love," he said, carefully peeling it off his skin. He glanced up at him, still biting his fist and wincing softly at the feeling. Chan reached up and carefully wrapped his hand around his wrist. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, the bitemarks slowly bruising his skin. "Min," he said gently. 

Minho shivered at the sight and pulled his hand from his, hiding it in his lap. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly. 

Chan looked at him, a hint of worry in his features as he continued pulling off the tape strip by strip. Sure, they talked out their differences and seemed to be okay. But deep down, Chan thinks maybe this break was necessary for Minho. He didn't seem to be mentally present. Chan knew he wasn't as tough as he pretended to be around everyone else, but watching him these past few weeks worried him. Chan pulled off the last strip of tape and soothingly fondled his thighs, looking up at him. "Baby?"

"Mhm?" Minho hummed quietly and glanced down at him. 

"What was that about?" he asked and took his hand, hesitantly turning it so he could see exactly what Chan was talking about. 

"I didn't want my mum to notice how much it hurt, so I stifled the sounds that way. I kind of forgot she isn't in the house," he told him honestly. 

"Maybe next time use a blanket or something?" Chan suggested. "Otherwise, your knee will be fine, and your hand will be fucked up." 

"I guess you have a point," he nodded and sighed softly. "I'm sorry to worry you, Channie. I promise I'm okay. I just need some time to get my brain going again." 

"It's okay," Chan promised and got up again. He cupped his face and leaned down, kissing his forehead softly. "I'll be back in a moment." 

Minho smiled at him tiredly and watched him go back to the bathroom to finish preparing their bath. He glanced down at his hand and rolled his eyes. This really wasn't his brightest idea. He looked around his room in a moment of comfortable silence. Though suddenly, the thought of the day Chan returns to their busy life while he'd be here alone with his thoughts sent an unsettling feeling in his stomach. That couldn't be right. His happiness and well-being shouldn't solely depend on his members and now boyfriend. He needs to center himself once more, for the sake of himself and his group.

Chan called his name when everything was ready. Minho sighed and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. The two took their time undressing and got into the tub. Minho was sitting between his legs, leaning his back against his chest. Chan had his arms wrapped around him, his hands resting on Minho's stomach and intertwined with his. Minho was silent, his mind racing with various thoughts rapidly. Chan waited a few seconds before speaking up. "Are you okay?" he asked after a long moment of silence. “You’re very quiet.”

"I think I need therapy," Minho told him truthfully, subconsciously holding his breath. He felt Chan stiffen behind him at the statement, for just a moment. But he felt it nonetheless. He quickly shut his mouth and stared straight ahead, standing his ground. This was a stupid idea, he thought to himself as he slowly exhaled. The way Chan reacted to his proposal of seeing a therapist after that night should've told him everything he needed to know. 

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[butchdykekondraki]

"i wish i didn't know you." as a complicated sentence. because that's not quite the exact of it - if that's a phrase people use. or maybe it is. for both of them, it would be objectively good - both of them have scars because of it. however - however. they can't just say that. no matter how much they've hated each other, no matter how much they want the other dead, they couldn't handle it. they would see the other in every single moment, their absence grating, grating, grating. the eerie silence. every expectation formed through years and years, memories stained upon eyelids, broken, twisted, soon forgotten but how could one ever forget the other? they hate it, but it takes less than a second to see how intertwined they are. killing one would be like killing the other. "i wish i didn't know you." as in i wish i didn't know just how despicable are. as in every time you smile i can taste a little bit of it on my tongue - what a life with you happy could be like. it's a lie, i know it is, every day you remind me just how impossible something like that could be, you show me the ugly truth. but every day, i see something in you, something that makes me think maybe you're worthwhile after all. i wish you were all good or all bad. i wish i didn't know you because you're a horrible person. i wish i didn't know you so you had never done anything to me. i wish i didn't know you so that i could believe in your goodness.

could there be something here? truly, for good? the thought chases me like any other words you've said to me, burrowing beneath my skin to stay there as if you want to make a home in my psyche, and if you do, well, you've succeeded. unfortunately. i wish i didn't know you so i could make you laugh without thinking about how that laugh has been corrupted before, by me. it's all like that blood spilled across my palms so many --- ago. because i can't unsee it. it haunts me, the idea of our happiness together haunts me, i hate it i hate it i hate it so much. so - i wish i didn't know you. it's not anything we can change. we're intertwined after all. stuck in the inbetween state between happiness and hatred once again, never quite one because of the other. anyway this has been me being sick abt fictional characters goodbye now

IM GOING TO DIE. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

[rayshippouuchiha]

in writing another new Naruto AU and the idea is so long so imma send it in a series, but the basic premise is 'what if Isobu got stuck in a human form' so here we go: so the whole Kannabi Bridge incident still happens and Rin still gets Isobu stuck in her but the difference is that Kakashi got further Fuuinjutsu training from Kushina and so has A Plan. (1/?)

so Kakashi and Rin turn on the nin chasing them and so they've got a bit of time which Kakashi uses to make a seal that will release Isobu from Rin, but of course just a released Bijuu is No Good. its at this point that Obito gets to some overlook and sees all this happening (Zetsu realizes that this Might Have Backfired just too late) and jumps down, insert happy reunion and rushed explanation here, and Obito, whos been hearing about all this planning of Juubi Jinchuuriki and reincarnation (2/?)

reincarnation of Kaguya and such is like 'hm. HM.' and pitches this absolutely ABSURD idea to Kakashi and Rin.Rin, who, by this point, is Very Panicking, says SCREW IT and drags over a less-mutilated body which Kakashi, Tired and Relieved and All Those Other Things, just starts incorporating into the seal. Isobu, of course, is at least mildly aware of all this and is like PLEASE YES FIX THIS SHIT and, while he cant communicate with Rin, starts poking at her chakra systems for a way to (3/?)

to let this Actually Work without killing her. by the time the sun rises (Zetsu is watching because, while this might break something later, this is Interesting) the three have a big ol seal drawn in various people's blood, Isobu is doing his danged best to stay calm and Not freak out the kids any more than they already are, and Obito and Kakashi, as the ones with sealing knowledge here, are pretty sure this will work. but, well, time is running short, and with one stitched-up (4/?)

stitched-up and mostly healthy except for the being-dead part spare nin drawn into the seal along with Rin, they really cont lose much. so, with lots of good luck and a shitton of hope, they activate the seal. a few minutes, three very drained children, and a bored Zetsu later, the dead person's heart starts beating. Isobu takes these three overtired and near-dead kids back to Konoha with a lot of THANK THE FUKCING SAGE because nobodys dead (except for the ones Kakashi+co killed) (5/?)

explains a cover story (a la SFU Kurama) to the gate guards to be let in shenanigans ensue. so these three kids are the only ones who know that this rando Kumo nin (i think it was Kumo?) is actually a damn BIJUU IN A HUMAN and are like 'well... we can't really tell anyone...' but Kurama of course can probably sense Isobu being so near and is like 'uh, wtf' and Isobu tracks down Kushina and spills the beans. (6/?)

Kushina is like 'right, sure, alright give back the Jinchuuriki their body' and then Kakashi+co who have been PANICKING because Isobu disappeared to SOMEWHERE show up and are like ISOBU GOOD YOU'RE- oh hiiii Kushina-san, how are youuuuu... and Kushina's like 'oh you know this guy? cool theyre a Jinchuuriki and their Bijuu's apparently taken them over' and Kakashi+co explain, to a very disbelieving Kushina, that no, this is actually a Bijuu in a human, not a Jinchuuriki taken over by (7/8)

by a Bijuu, its fucking insane. Minato gets back from whatever mission it was to find his team has picked up a Kumo-nin as a sensei and is So Confused until its explained and then is just '...honestly good job but what the actual fuck' (8/8)

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Oh this was an entire adventure

[bluepeachstudios]

I've been thinking about that one au oneshot you wrote where Ghost, or Don I guess, makes contact with Lou and the boys the day they came to the sewers. And I was wondering, fast forward thirteen years, how would things in the Hamato-Splinterson household differ from GitS? How different are Don and Lou from Ghost and Splinter? How different are their parenting styles? How different are the boys? Is Don still as overprotective? Is Lou still as aloof? Does Don actually smile and laugh? Are the boys aware that he has dimples?

Lastly, what would Don and Lou think of Ghost and Splinter, and vice versa?

I like to think they're a bit more well-adjusted since Lou and Don/Dawn both spilled the beans to each other very early on. They know when the other is having a bad day, and why, and they try to support each other when it happens. When their bad days overlap, they tend to avoid one another.

Splinter is a lot more vocal about things, and especially about his insecurity about being a terrible father. He's SO worried something's gonna happen, just like something happened to Dawn, like something happened to his mother. He doesn't want his kids to become sacrifices, but he also doesn't want Dawn to become a sacrifice for his kids.

Dawn still has problems, obviously. He spent 10 years completely alone. But growing up with the kids taught him to smile and laugh more, especially when he noticed that Leo mimicked him a lot and would try to frown when he was happy. That changed his mind.

The kids are aware that Dawn has dimples! They've seen him smile and laugh and sing. Dawn is still overprotective, possibly even moreso because Lou's a lot more aloof. They play the roles of responsible/fun parent duo well. Lou isn't as secretive about his past, though like Dawn, he doesn't like to talk about it. Lou never takes the name Splinter because he never really feel the need to, and the kids just kinda. Are aware that Lou is Lou Jitsu?

Dawn probably got all flustered at the kids calling him dad but Splinter thought it was funny so kept encouraging them. They call Dawn "papa" and Lou "dad/daddy". There was a short stint of Dawn being called "Donda" because of Raph trying to say Dawn-dad before they switched to just "papa" for him.

The kids are MUCH better trained. They actually probably never ended up back at Draxum's the first night because they just beat the hell out of the first two guys from the first episode. I like to think Draxum breaks into April's place and steals Mayhem, much to April's WILDIN.

Dawn is also better-trained. He convinces Lou to train him, since his own training technically came to a halt at 16. This means his fighting style is much more Lou Jitsu than his own brothers' are. He's still got a thing about portals. Hoo. Does not like.

[rriavian]

Christmas/Winter Themed Writing Prompts:

So @aisalynn and I were looking for a prompt list and ended up creating our own. We wanted to have a bit of enemies to lovers sharpness alongside some softer tropes. There are ones here that can be used platonically as well as romantically, so no real limit on the ship. Though I've mainly written for Corintheus I'm happy to give pretty much any pairing a go :)

Feel free to use any of these for your own writing inspiration if there's one that speaks to you!

Character A gets unexpectedly jealous by seeing B kissing someone else under the mistletoe.

Characters celebrating/observing an old seasonal/yuletide tradition that has almost been forgotten.

Characters A and B are rivals forced to cuddle for warmth

Exes forced to see each other at a holiday party because their friend group refused to choose between them.

Characters A and B have never gotten along but somehow end up paired together on a project for their companies season charity event.

Character A watches someone else give character B a gift and knows they could have chosen something better.

Character A runs into character B and sees that B is wearing A's favourite sweater that went missing a few weeks ago.

“If you try and make me sing Christmas carols I will kill you.”

Meet ugly where character A accidentally spills hot chocolate all over character B. Far from being apologetic A is just pissed about the loss of the whiskey they had poured into the drink.

Character A yanking character B closer by their scarf in the middle of an argument.

Post break-up character A gets dragged to a strip club by well-meaning friends and ends up there for the Christmas themed night. Character B wears mistletoe in...interesting places.

Character A and character B don't get along but somehow end up as each other’s secret Santa.

Character A and B are the only two people at an airport bar while they each wait for their separate delayed flights home for Christmas.

Characters A and B share a drunken New Years kiss. They mutually agree to forget about it. But then it keeps happening. Every. Single. Year.

Rival ice carving artists.

Jewellery shop owner character A keeps selling and processing returns for the Christmas proposal ring indecisive character B keeps buying. Final return after character B's failed proposal and break up.

Character A gets a Christmas present meant for character B and has to try and get it to them in time for Christmas.

Character A hates Christmas, character B decides it’s the perfect time of year to mess with them.

Character A keeps being set up with character C for family events and needs an excuse. They choose character B to be their fake partner, but they don’t tell them what they've done.

Character A is on a terrible sleigh ride date when the horse goes lame. Ends up helping character B, the sleigh driver with the horse, turns out not to be a bad night after all.

Character A is a sketch artist working over the holidays, character B is the next person to sit down in their chair.

Character A’s heating breaks in the middle of winter, character B is the engineer they call out to fix it.

Character A is trying to find a date in time for the holidays but they keep being cancelled on, character B seems oddly smug about it

Character A owns a bakery, character B is obsessed with everything they make—including the delicious winter treats they’re currently selling—but thinks A themselves is arrogant and intolerable (irritatingly hot though).

Instead of wrapping presents character A finds a dubious, but very creative, use for ribbons, character B falls victim but finds they’re into it.

Character A has taken to sucking on candy canes, character B is bothered by this but can’t tear their eyes away.

“You can’t hide under blankets forever just because it’s cold.” “Yes I can.” — character A then proceeds to drag character B out of their blanket den.

The season reminds character A of something/someone they’ve lost, character B comforts them in an unconventional way.

Character A wants to avoid a family reunion over the holidays, character B helps stage an ‘emergency’.

Characters A and B spend the holidays together for the first time as a couple, character C is a person in common they weren’t aware the other knew (up to you whether this is a good or a bad thing)

Character A is used to partners not being very accepting of their family/friends, character B meets them for the holidays and is the first to take it all in stride.

Character A is performing in *winter/Christmas themed media of your choice*, character B happens to be sat in the front row on opening night.

Character A is famous for writing a very catchy seasonal song that plays every year, only thing is they utterly despise hearing it now. Character B won’t stop humming it.

[nancypullen]

Monday

Ugh, Monday. I knew it was going to be an exceptionally busy day at work and I was right. Normally I enjoy being right, today...not so much. I got up and got myself ready, choosing comfortable and cool clothing. I fortified myself with caffeine, and headed in to do battle. We're in full blown summer programming at the library and my first task of the day was to teach 25 kids how to build a bee hotel. Most of them did a fabulous job (*cough*the girls*cough*) and left with a home for mason bees that was beautifully decorated and even named. My favorite was The Buzz On Inn.

There were a handful (*cough*theboys*cough) who had no intention of following any sort of directions and built everything from rockets to cowbells. I think their moms made them attend. Still, they were well-behaved and they all left happy. They learned a lot about mason bees whether they wanted to or not. I'm not sure why the library scheduled this program at the end of June when those particular bees are not looking for homes, but we've flooded the bee hotel market with properties and all are welcome. I was able to clean up pretty quickly after the program, and once I'd tucked some things back in their boxes up in the haunted attic, I realized I actually had some...*gasp* unscheduled time. That never happens. I grabbed my book list for July's displays and started pulling from the shelves. Once I had a full cart I slapped up the pitiful decor that I'd made and called it done. In honor of the 4th...

Not my best work, but an appropriate place to display books about Revolutionary War spies, pirates, and women -a little something more than the stuff we learned in history class. George agreed with me.

I designed those silly posters and then printed them at Walgreens. There's almost always a 50% coupon on their website so you can do it for just a couple bucks. Comes in handy if you ever need a poster or a protest sign- I've used it for both.

The second display is awful, so I need to jazz it up a bit. They've taken my bookcase to use for summer reading prize and t-shirt storage, so I'm stuck with this dumb rolling cart.

I think I should add snowflakes or icicles... or just leave it alone because I'm the only one who cares. Actually I'm caring less and less because I PUT IN MY NOTICE. Ohmygosh, I just said it out loud. I have mixed feelings, but it all comes back to the fact that I originally just wanted a volunteer gig, or at most a part-time job. I was not looking for a career or the many, many, many hours of programming, planning, and after-hours work just to keep the place afloat. I really, really didn't want to be a quitter. When people around me were resigning left and right I became more determined to stick it out. But honestly, at this stage of my life my time and my health are precious and this job was sapping both. They've been very kind and have asked what they might be able to change that would make me stay - my kneejerk reaction was, everything. I don't want to leave on a sour note, so I'm just thanking them for the opportunity. I may even propose to them that now that they know my work ethic and I've already been through the background checks and all that - perhaps they'd like me to volunteer now. I could pop in and do the never-ending shelving and even continue the monthly displays. I'd love to do that. Do I expect them to be smart and take advantage of capable and free help? No. I suppose it's time to just put it all in my rearview mirror and appreciate what I've learned. Besides, I just *might* have something even better on the horizon - something that would be on my own time, from my own house, and involve tapping away on this keyboard while my brain spills out ideas. I suppose I've cursed the whole thing by even mentioning it, so I'll stop there and just hope for the best. So that's it. My big news on a Monday is that I won't have to worry about Mondays much longer. This Friday we'll collect the grandgirl for a couple of days, then Matt will fly in on July 1st and we'll all gather to celebrate the 4th. Matt leaves on the 7th (our 40th wedding anniversary!) and Mickey leaves on the 8th for Atlanta to see his mother. She's having a little medical procedure and he's going to be stepping and fetching for her. As of the 8th I'll be home alone, enjoying the silence, and I'll start painting my desk and hutch. Just me, a can of paint, and a true crime podcast...sounds heavenly. I'm finding my groove again. I hope that you're all surviving this awful heat. There's just no reason for it. What good is it? I think the National Weather Service should issue a no brassiere advisory. It's torture. Anywho, things are changing for the better around here, maybe the weather will too. Ever the optimist. Take care of yourselves. Sending out love, take what you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well, keep cool. XOXO, Nancy

[lix88888]

Aww it’s a little eldritch family! Is there a reason ink chose to carry them physically? Do they have to be born physically?

(I bet error was just fawning over ink’s every need)

(I like the idea of error coming to accept ink’s little project, as long as HE gets to spend time with ink in it. If it’s something he’s included in, and he gets ink’s attention, he can be okay with its existence)

(Will they ever introduce the kiddos to their “home” world?)

They're the cutest little family!

Basically, the way PJ and Gradient are truly born doesn't resemble the way a normal birth would happen, it's eldritch, and in fact (as already stated) they've been forming and developing for decades inside the Void, with no visible changes or effects on Ink's mortal body, because that's not their real body, just an avatar so to speak.

However, when the process is basically over, it kinda spills over inside the Multiverse, to the point where Ink's skeleton body is affected. Also, there's also a bit of a practical reason on Ink's part as well. Sure, he could just leave his Multiverse, have the kids born in the Void and then come back, but if he actually gives birth to them inside the Multiverse, this also makes it so that they already have a ready made body for them to use, and Ink doesn't have to teach them how to make one. The kids are, after all, still infants, even if they're eldritch, and they could run the risk of messing up the Multiverse if they made their own body from scratch.

Also, yes, Error was fawing over Ink's every need, and got extremely violent if someone tried to help him instead. Like, just about decapitated Dream because he offered Ink a pillow, kind of violent. Luckily for everyone, Ink made sure to shower him with compliments and praise about how good of a mate he was, and this soothed him enough.

It took him a bit to accept the fact that Ink can like TWO things at once (shocking, I know), but once he realized that he was happy to enjoy chocolate, Undernovela and Outertale, the three good things Ink made out of everything.

The kids, of course, are just as bound to the Multiverse as their parents, which means not at all. They can, and do, leave and go back home whenever they want, though maybe at first it's a bit safer for them to stay inside Ink's Multiverse, where they're the only eldritch creatures and thus have no need to fight for dominance.

Keep your asks coming, I love answering them!