#almost nonstop! Had all these ideas and cool ideas at the time and just make up my worlds then and there...... But now?

[anadiasmount]

airports and late night dates - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: “hi babe! can you do a story when y/n it's not a celebrity or a famous person and she has her first appereance as jude’s girlfriend in public. they are at a airport and paparazzi are very curious taking photos and shit and jude is beeing very protective with her. love you.”

wc: 2k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: HAIII ILYSM AS WELL!! jude being a literal body guard and so protective would so be him 😔🤞🏻 added another cute scene after because bf! jude is soooo 🫂🤍!! tiny insta au at the end 😚, like always hope you enjoy!! 🤍

almost a day of traveling had completely drained you. arguing with TSA about your bags in the overhead compartment, your headphones dying on the first flight, accidentally spilling your snacks before buying them, a baby in the plane with their nonstop crying. all you wanted and looked forward to was being with jude.

almost two months without seeing him, without getting to feel his hugs or kisses, hearing him speak in person or to even smell his masculine scent. studying still in germany, your time with him was very small due to having hectic careers. you in uni while he thrived in madrid.

what you most loved and appreciated was not letting that get in the way when making plans or when together. unless it wasn’t convenient or couldn’t work. besides that he made it a priory to fly out to you when he could or you when you had time off. when you were finally together it was to make up for lost time and to be around each other at all times.

to jude:

just landed! headache is killing me i need OUT this plane right now 😑

from jude:

sorry baby! almost here though to be with me! 😉 i’ll be waiting by the baggage claim for you 🤍

to jude:

winky face emoji? really jude? you can’t even properly wink 🙄😂

from jude:

i will book the first fly out before you can even get out the plane 😒

to jude:

no pls i’m sorry! i’m just being moody today has drained me and i’m in need for water and food 😔

from jude:

no cuddles from me?

to jude:

need those especially ☹️🤍

you smiled to yourself, shutting your phone and quietly playing your music, retrieving your carry on purse and putting away any snacks away. you grabbed your small luggage in the overhead compartment, waiting a couple of seconds before slowly walking out, saying thank you and goodbye to the flight attendants.

you practically were sprinting with anticipation out to the gate and then airport to pass customs quickly. not caring if you looked like a mad woman running around. the lady at customs was sweet and fast, asking your reason for your trip and declaring anything to which you denied.

you went through TSA again, kinda annoyed of having to take everything on for a few seconds to then putting it on again. you put your shoes on quickly, grabbing your purse and luggage and ensuring you had everything before leaving. your body ran with chills and excitement, telling jude you were maybe 20 minutes away, to which he replied saying he was here.

you walked around glancing at your phone then and there to check the time and any texts from him and the airline. it was super late almost midnight when you finally were down the escalator stairs looking around for jude. you put your hood up, feeling the cool air from outside into the building causing you to get cold.

you still look around, texting jude you were finally here, debating to call him or not. your finger cling onto your bag, feeling a body behind you and whispering to your level in your ear. “looking for me?” jude whispered, making you jump and turning around. you hugged him tight, almost tearing up due to the exhaustion and seeing him again.

jude picked you up, legs coming around his waist feeling as he dugged his head into your neck and chuckling. “you’re actually here with me? been waiting for so long, you have no idea,” he said making you giggle and pleading him to put you down so you could give him a proper kiss. “does that make it real for you?”

“nope need one more for confirmation,” he joked but actually leant down to capture you in a heated and messy kiss. “not here jude… what if there is cameras?” you say between the kiss, hands resting on his face as he shook his head, “i know i know, just missed you so much,” he frowned, placing one final kiss on your head.

everyone knew jude had a gf, but they didn’t know who you were as you wanted to be private as possible. the idea of being exposed to his world just wasn’t what you wanted right now. you wanted to finish school first, and start your career before fully having to question your every move. you didn’t want to let their comment or any words to your head.

jude respected that, even so wanted to keep you private not because he didn’t want to show you off but to protect your from the constant flash here and flash there in his life. he was barely getting used to it, and he knew you couldn’t quickly adapt or liked the idea, no matter where you were.

the two of you obviously still went out in public, luckily every time you did you didn’t run into people as often or got recognized. you didn’t let that stop you from having a relationship you loved and deserved together.

“these are for you darling,” he passed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, “and these as well,” he then retrieved some of your favorite snacks from england. he could see the glint of happiness and appreciation in your eyes, as you poured your lip and thanked him. “i have some gifts for you too, they’re in my other bag. thank you baby,” you sealed the moment with a kiss.

you walked hand and hand together to where other people waited by the baggage claim, jude bringing his arm around your waist to protect you from people who passed by in a rush or with their bags. he wore an all black outfit, with a black baseball cap on his head, looking so boyfriend than ever.

you saw a flash from the corner of your eye, looking up to see where it came from, but jude was quick to pull and hide you away. “was that?” jude answer the question with a quickly nod, “yes… idk how they’re here… i’m sorry baby-”

“it’s okay, i doubt more of them more are here. i only saw one of them,” you reassured him following as you two hid behind a pilar. “let’s pray there’s only one. i don’t know how they found me? i’ve been under the radar since my injury,” jude said frustrated, feeling your hand squeeze his to sooth the anger down a bit and showing that you were here with him.

jude grabbed your single bag, putting his hood up like you had and walked out to the car that was parked by the entrance. the driver had the trunk open helping jude with the bags when a van full with cameras proceeded to pull over and quickly flash the scene. jude whispered a small “shit” to himself, going over to you, and pulling you to his chest hiding you away as you got into the car.

you could hear the commotion and pleads to jude, then asking questions who you were, what your name was, how he was doing, about his injury. the whole encounter was making your head spin and race with nervousness, not used to the flash to your face, or the amount of people around you. you knew it came when being with jude but not like this where you were barely with him for an hour.

jude urged the driver to pull away, quickly driving away through a secret path and letting you out quick from the paparazzi. you laughed loudly, throwing your head back as jude stared at you with a face of amusement yet also confusing. “what? what are you laughing at?” he asked laughing a bit himself.

“at the fact we only thought it would be only one of them, but they had their whole crew waiting outside!” you laughed louder clapping your hands and shaking your head. the whole encounter causing a wave of emotions, and it seemed like laughing is the only thing you could do. jude laughed himself, hearing you calm down a place a kiss on the back of his hand.

“can i be honest? for some reason i feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. we’re so used to being careful and having to change routes the times we go out in public together so we can’t be seen. it’s a relief because i feel like i don’t have to hide you or us away, making it real for everyone else including us, you know? at the same time it’s scary but i don’t care as king as i’m with you,” you say honestly, sighing with relief.

“only if you’re comfortable and okay with it, i only want what’s best for us and you especially, to protect you from what just happened there or for what they’ll say. once we come out you know there’s no going back,” jude reminds you. you knew this came when being with him. you shook your head and looked up at him, “i want it all with you. i’ll say it once and i’ll say it again.”

he leaned down and kissed you sweetly and softly, leaning your forehead together before he told another joke, “well that’s having a real madrid player as a boyfriend for you.” you rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his forehead and focused in front to the road.

“you hungry?”

“starving,” you moaned, hearing your stomach grumble at the thought of some food. “we can pass buy to get the street pizza and churros with chocolate you love dearly?" he offered making you shake your head yes quickly. "please! i will love you forever!"

he sided eyed you giving you a look, telling the driver who took a detour, arriving in less than ten minutes. he ordered for you, getting recognized immediately by the guy who almost jumped up and down happily. jude also asked the driver if they wanted anything since they were out for a while, to which they said yes.

"don't you dare," you warned, eyes widening at him reaching for your churros and chocolate, "excuse me? i literally got you these?" he defended not caring and dipping the warm churro into the chocolate sauce. "mhm so good, taste better when it's not yours," he attempted to wink which made you burst into fits of laughter. "leave me alone!" he wailed at you making fun of him.

jude thanked the worker, bringing your food to the table, which smelled like warm bread and pizza. you quickly opened the box, taking a sip from your drink and not wasting time to eat. jude watched with entertainment at how you enjoyed and devoured the street food. taking a picture to have for memories later on.

the two of you spoke quietly as you ate, talking about your eventful day, the lady at TSA who almost didn't let you on the flight, his successful training and photo shoot for the team, the story behind the flowers, the paparazzi and how you would maneuver once the headline was out.

once you were at his house, you wasted no time and got into the shower, unpacking some of your pj's but jude offered his clothes because he loved when you wore them. it didn't get any better than this. cuddled up in his bed, finally together after so long. he spoke quietly to you, knowing how his voiced soothed and made you go to sleep peacefully.

for the first time after many nights, jude slept safe and sound, knowing that if you were;t next to him, he wouldn't be able to sleep as well when with you. his fingertips raked along your skin, then slowly stopped as he fell asleep as well. "you have no idea how much i love you. wish you were with me always, goodnight my pretty girl, sweet dreams, only if I'm in them..."

"jude. i love you too. but, shut up or i swear i'll sleep in the next room..."

spottedcelebrity

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spottedcelebrity: your goldenboy seen recently at the airport but with his apparent long lost lover. recent rumors and dms say that these two have been together since he was at Dortmund, that she has been also seen at games and the real Madrid new years party. any thoughts? stay tuned for our early 9am show for more details on this couple...

comments:

user385: NO WAY. WHAT ON EARTH?

user273: this is what it took to see her? the paparazzi? really hope this won't affect them :(

thesun: 👀

username874: i've seen her at his award ceremony back last year... this isn't tea we've been knowing he has a gf.

popculture: those pics? 👀

username85: oh lord... this is just the start, hope they're okay, saw the video and she looked super scared, jude even more concerned but for her...

↪️ user09: the way he pulled her into his chest to protect her? he is so boyfriend!!!

ynusername added to their stories! 🔒

judebellingham added to their stories!

[stuckwthem]

hii could i req a matías recalt x virgin!reader smut ? reader is enzo’s little sister, and so she has to deal with matías and agustin hanging out at their place almost every day. but she doesn’t mind it because she’s practically best friends with agustin. and she has a crush on matías! one day, when enzo and agustin go out to buy some stuff, matías and reader are left alone and they start to keep each other company. one thing leads to another and after they’re done, matías says “who knew i would be the one taking your virginity” 😣😣

altitude | matias recalt

summary: you and matías have a thing going on, but never went cross that line...until then. matías recalt x virgin!femreader

tw: smut, fingering, cuss words, situationship, 4k words of pure profanity

this smut is named after this song. sooo, yeah.

it all started on the last trip, when you first started to hang out with the boys. enzo was not very exactly pleased with the idea of you around all the other guys, not that he was jealous, just a little protective, but after all, they were his friends and he could trust them. agustin, one of the closest friends of your brother and also your best friend even helped you when you tried to convince enzo, so he had no option but to accept. his little sister was coming together and spending three weeks with all those boys and their girlfriends. and, inevitably developing a huge crush on one of his friends, matías.

you knew matías. you knew him very well since he started to stick around in your house, always getting second glances and sneaky smiles until you two really got closer. he would be all day on your business, using your brothers as an excuse to come to your house and talk to you. matías had a knack for finding reasons to be around. whether it was helping enzo fix something, teaching you how to skate (which was his idea), or just "passing by" to chat and drink some mate, he always found a way. and you couldn't help but notice the way he'd linger a little longer each time. your initial conversations were casual, filled with shy laughter and plots against your brother, but it didn't take long for the undertones of something more to emerge. enzo, occupied with his own life, didn't notice the subtle shift in dynamics between you and his friend.

since you two started to hook up, boundaries have been established. you were a virgin, and to the moment it all began, you weren’t willing to hand the privilege of having you on a plate to any guy. matías respected it, of course, he always had been careful to not cross lines or make you uncomfortable, always stopping when you felt it was too much or when you showed just a slightly uncertainty. but lately, ever since the last make-out session, things have been kinda different. your mind keeps going back to sex. with him. constantly.

besides, after all this time with matías, you never felt more sure, more confident, and there's no doubt he's the one you'd wanna cross that line with.

thats why it was getting hard to hide how just sitting next to him made you nervous and eager, shaking your legs nonstop, what would always catch matías attention, and discreetly he would put his knee close to yours or just get a bit closer. but this time, almost like he could read your thoughts, he was somehow bolder, putting his hand on your thigh. 

your breathing hitched when you felt his cold fingers caressing your bare skin, automatically putting you on alert. shame on you for putting your tiniest short.

you tried to ignore how much it affected you, trying not to attract the attention of your brother or agustin, who were sitting on the other sofa across the room playing some game on tv, but controlling your sighs became increasingly difficult as matías' restless hand began to explore the inner part of your thigh a little more, slowly going down and up, in total provocation. just act cool, you said to yourself, continuing to scroll on your phone, as if you didn't even care. but his plan was to make things harder for you, a perverse challenge. his fingers were dangerously close to your shorts hem, tangling in the fabric and then returning to your skin, drawing small circles.

matías was loving every second of it, you could see the mischievous smirk on his lips. son of a bitch. you couldn't deny you liked it, the cold touch of his skin against yours making you hotter, like an anticipation, making you want more. you finally mustered the courage to speak, your voice a mere whisper to avoid attracting attention.

"matías, stop this. they are right there," you warned, trying to convey a sense of urgency through your hushed words.

not that the thing between yall was forbidden, but you both understood the potential repercussions it could have on the dynamic within the group. and you didn’t know how enzo would handle this, so for the better, matías and you chose to keep it on the low. besides, the risky feeling was addicting and the situationship was not that serious. you didn’t even had sex, if you consider fingering and blowjobs apart of it.

he leaned in, his lips close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "why stop when it's so much fun?" he replied, his warm breath against your skin causing a flutter in your stomach.

that 's it. you would lose your mind. you took a deep sigh, giving him an annoyed side eye while crossing your legs, getting away from his hand. deep down, you loved it. he knew how this kind of thing affected you, he knew how you almost had no experience and how any slightest teasing made you feel.

matías laughed quietly, suddenly interested in the tv when agustin turned around, looking between you. agustin had an idea of what was going on, he wasn't stupid, he knew exactly how to annoy you with it, but he only squinted his eyes in your direction.

“you good there?” your best friend asked, with a smirk on his lips. you gulped, knowing exactly what he was doing. “you look kind of…red.” 

“yeah, i’m fine.” you coughed nervously, running a hand through your hair while discreetly flashing your middle finger at the older man. enzo turned to look at you, with a frown. “just hot. its very hot in here, right? you know what, i'm gonna make us a drink!”

you stood up from the sofa with a forced, cynical smile on your face and adjusted your shorts, pulling them down a little as your eyes burned into matías, who had his hand clenched into a fist over his mouth, hiding his smile. he raised his eyes to meet yours and gave you a slight wink. the devil in disguise.

you rushed your way to the kitchen, leaning on the sink and enjoying the feel of the cold marble against your abdomen, taking a deep breath and trying to go back to a time when you weren't being completely controlled by your hormones.

“actually, the boys have just texted me. esteban and fran are already around, we're going to get some beers.” you heard enzo from the living room. 

“i'm coming with you” agustin's voice echoed in response. 

great. you heard the keys jangling, and then the door closing. no sign of matías or his voice. maybe he'd given up that little game and joined the boys. you could take a cold shower until they got back and forget how much you were craving his fingers, a little further down your shorts.

you then decided to prepare your lemonade, silently picking through the things in the kitchen. as you focused on preparing the drink, the rhythmic sound of the juicer drowned out the lingering thoughts of matías's teasing. or you tried to. 

“why are you escaping from me?” caught off guard by matías's sudden presence, you turned around to find him standing there, his voice unexpectedly filling the air. “did i do something wrong?”

your heart skipped a beat. matías was standing there, a playful glint in his eyes and a mischievous smile playing on his lips again. now that you two were alone, you wanted to jump on him, but decided to go ahead with that silly little game.

you rolled your eyes, attempting to sound nonchalant, "i just wanted a lemonade. and for the record, i wasn't trying to escape from anything."

“uhum” he nodded, getting closer to you as you poured the juice on two cups. he caught a slice of lemon from the counter and sucked it, casually, watching you carefully. “so, can i kiss you now?”

you tried to maintain your composure, suppressing the urge to smile as you handed matías a cup of lemonade. his casual demeanor and teasing antics were both infuriating and exhilarating.

rolling your eyes, you replied, "smooth, matías. real smooth. you know it's not that easy."

“no?” he said, an almost innocent expression on his face. you wanted to ruin it. 

matías put one of his arms on the counter, making you lean your back against it. the boy took a sip of the juice and then left it under the counter, taking advantage of his movement to get even closer. his body pressed against yours. 

“no” you replied, hiding your smile in your cup, taking a sip while looking into his eyes. 

his hands went to your waist, holding it gently. then, his nose trailed a way into your neck, making you turn on in the very same instant. you knew you couldn’t resist it for very long. his lips quickly replaced his nose, slowly kissing the sensitive skin of your throat, causing a ragged breath to escape your mouth. when he heard the glass being placed on the counter, matías smiled against your skin, knowing that he had already won.

“you smell so good” the boy whispered, kissing his way up to your jaw. his voice reverberating through your whole body, reaching an exact point.

your arms quickly wrapped around the back of his neck and he laughed, pulling away just enough to look at your face, finding your eyes already heavy and hazy.

“you still don't want to kiss me?” matías teased, biting his lower lip, making no effort to hold back a smile.

“shut up, recalt” you exclaimed, drawing a laugh from both of you before hungrily attacked his soft lips, feeling the citric taste on his tongue. 

it wasn’t a regular kiss, you could feel it with the way things escalated very quickly. you knew what could happen. it seemed like just having his lips against yours wasn’t enough. the proximity of your bodies wasn’t enough. in a hurry, matías bent down, slipping his hands behind your thighs and pulling your body up, placing you on the counter. immediately, your hands went down to the collar of the boy's shirt and your legs encircled his waist, pulling him even closer to you. 

slowly, matías' tongue rubbed against yours, eliciting such a sweet, spontaneous sound from you that the boy felt his whole body tense up, increasing his desire even more. when you realized the effect you had on him, you wasted no time in devoting your attention to the older boy's neck. with your heavy breathing meeting his sensitive skin, you left small bites and marks to be admired later. the grip of matías' hands on your waist intensified as your bodies sought each other out, initiating a movement of disjointed friction.  

"fuck, you're going to drive me fucking insane" his husky voice sounded so weak that it was impossible not to smile against his skin, satisfied.

as if to prove his point, matías pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, pressing the inside of your thigh against his crotch. a sigh escaped your lips as you felt how hard he was, making your abdomen cool and warm at the same time. taking advantage of the cue, your hands slowly made their way down the boy's chest, scratching him over his shirt until they reached the waistband of his shorts. you felt matías' throat rise and fall heavily against your lips, and just as you were about to touch him, he pulled away, leaving you confused.

"did i do something wrong?" your voice came out breathless, in a worried tone. you stared at the boy, his lips swollen and red, his gaze fixed on you, as if determined. "mati...i..."

"shh" he whispered, drawing back, placing his index finger between your lips. matías let out a small laugh and bit your chin, moving down your neck in return for what you had done earlier. "it's my turn now, huh? i need to return some old favors."

your eyes roll with the intoxicating sensation of feeling him descend his mouth to your collarbone, licking and sliding down to your shoulders. your tank top is taken off so quickly that you have no time to process what happens when he returns his kisses to your skin, rubbing his nose down the middle of your breasts, sucking on the part just above the fabric of your bra. you gasp softly, directing one of his hands through your hair and the other to your shoulder. he licks just below your ribcage and then traces a path to the button of your shorts. you open your eyes, blinking rapidly, trying to take in what's happening as he opens the button and slips his hand inside the shorts, feeling how damp it was under the thin fabric of the panties.

"fuck," he mutters, gasping as he stares at you over his eyelashes. 

you feel your cheeks burn and matías now seems completely deluded at the feel of you, his index and ring finger slowly stroking the wet, still covered length. "all that for me?" 

your hand squeezes the boy's shoulder in reflex, and you nod, unable to formulate a sentence. your mind is too cloudy and light to think of anything else. 

he hisses a "may i?", coming face to face with you again. with your voice weak, you manage to agree with a feeble "uh huh" and then matías pulls the elastic of your panties aside, brushing your lips with his two fingers as he reaches your entrance.

a sultry moan echoes through the kitchen as he slowly moves his fingers inside you, and without daring to breathe, the two of you stare at each other. matías' mouth is slightly open, watching you intently, carefully discovering the exact points that make you shudder. he curves his fingers a little and your back arches, your breasts meeting the boy's chest, and just that small sensation of friction makes your body tremble.

"matías" you whisper softly, digging your nails into the skin of the boy's back under the t-shirt as he keeps working his fingers deeper into you, his thumb now gently circling your clit. 

you can almost see stars as the warm, liquid sensation grows in your womb. your legs start to tremble as he starts to speed up his pace and there you know it's not enough, you want more of this, of that sensation, of his closeness.

you finally feel ready and there's no one else who you would want to do that for you other than matías, who understands you and your desires so well. 

"i need you" you whisper again, your body falling back a little, weakly. matías seems too focused, his eyes fixed on your lips that pull in air with difficulty. "matías"

"i know, i know," he replies, as lost as you are. another moan, this time a little louder, escapes him as he pushes his fingers upwards. 

"inside me, mati. i need you inside me" your confession seems to be enough fuel for the sensation at the base of your stomach to explode.

matías looked at you, somehow surprised and amused, working with his fingers inside even harder. something seizes your body for a few seconds, making you dizzy and breathless, clenching against matías' hand inside you. 

the boy moaned as his body shuddered along with yours, the mark on the denim fabric of his shorts getting bigger and bigger.

"yeah? you sure, linda?" matías questioned, eager. his eyes met yours once more, and you nodded with assurance. “we don’t have to rush just because…you know, i want you to have a good time, princesa.”

“i'm having a perfect time” you laughed, softly, wicked. honestly, it was comforting to see how he much cared. the insecurities about anything related to this no longer existed in your mind. “i’m sure, amor”

your lips crashed into matías' again, now a little slower, sweeter and softer as he withdrew his fingers from you, making the empty sensation ache and tighten your muscles. matías broke the kiss only to lick his own fingers, drying all the honey from his hand with delight, making you think the most inappropriate things possible.

you kissed him again, now feeling your taste mixed with the boy's saliva, a completely depraved sensation.

"let's go upstairs," you ordered against the boy's lips, who didn't hesitate for a second to lift you off the counter and carry you up the stairs to your bedroom, a familiar spot to him.

once you have entered the room, matías gently sits you on your bed, his attitude a little calmer and more patient now. hot and sweaty, you remove your shorts and panties at once, while the boy stares at you. matías runs a hand through his hair and sighs at the sight as you slowly take off your bra, revealing your breasts to the boy, who looks at you from head to toes with devotion.

you reach into the bedside drawer, grabbing a condom from under your clean panties, prepared for a moment like this. it was almost unbelievable, but it was happening.

"sit down" you ask, patting your hand on the side of the bed.

he looks serious now, but doesn't contest it, following your request.

swallowing dryly, hoping to get it right, you stand up, unbuttoning matías' shorts and pulling them over his boxers. 

"they'll be back any minute," you warn, not wanting to waste a single minute.

even with all the little you've learned throughout your life, you nervously approach the boy once again, opening the laminated package. your hands shake a little with adrenaline, but soon matías helps you, cautiously coating his member with the condom.

carefully, you cross your legs over matías' lap, both of you gasping at the friction that your sensitive core exposed against his bare skin causes.

your hands drag the fabric of the boy's shirt upwards, pulling it over his neck. when the collar passes over his head, messing up his hair, you both giggle, the atmosphere of the intimate and intense moment hanging over you.

"hi" matías murmurs, affectionately, as he admires your face. his hand runs from your waist and reaches the back of your neck, stroking your hair.

"hi," you reply as well, still with a little breathy giggle. the two of you take a moment to appreciate each other, contemplating the sensations that come with it. "is it okay if i stay on top of you? am i not hurting you?" 

"no, not at all. don't worry," matías laughed, pressing his lips to your temple in a tender kiss.

your chest was about to explode with the force of your heart beating against your ribs, a warm, euphoric feeling coursing through your body. matías smiled, sharing the same satisfaction, unable to believe his luck. your gazes intertwined, revealing the vulnerability and anxiety that hung in the air. the atmosphere between the two of you became electric, and the tension was palpable, even though you felt pleasantly calm. 

slowly, you leaned on matías' shoulders, and with his help, positioned yourself right above his member, which was throbbing at your entrance. a long, broken sigh came from both of your lips, taking in the new sensation. this was the moment that would share a before and after, that all intimacy and vulnerability would consume you completely. 

matías lifted his hips slowly and eagerly, slowly fitting himself inside you. you could feel the intangible connection being established as he moaned your name, entering your pussy. your forehead rested on the boy's shoulder, and between gasps and moans, both of you began to move against each other. your thighs instinctively locked against matías', helping you to roll onto his cock. 

"fuck. oh fuck." you moaned, while matías' hand was still in your hair, stroking and pulling. the boy's free arm wrapped tightly around your waist, helping you to balance and move on top of him.

"is everything all right?" he asked, his husky voice sounding distant but so close. his mouth brushed against the edge of your ear, sending a shiver down the back of your spine.

"yeah. it's great." the pain at first was a little overwhelming, feeling him enter you fully as your walls squeezed him, but it soon diminished, being almost completely replaced by pleasure. it was good, delicious and calm. 

you moved your face away from his shoulder to look directly at him now, being able to carefully watch every change in matías' expression, while he did exactly the same. your faces contorted into mirror-like revelations of pleasure, the moans repeated in unison as your bodies moved in harmony. 

“like this, yeah, bebé” matías murmured, his hand palmed at the end of your back, holding as you rocked into him, whimpering. “god, you feel amazing. so fucking tight.”

he sounded absolutely wrecked, lost in the pleasure, combusting with the way your body went up and down above him, bouncing on his dick. you couldn't help it, you were moaning –  groaning, to be more truthful. asking for more, begging shamelessly. 

“that noise…keep doing it, you're being so good. such a good girl, right?” matías kept talking you through it, until he shared his attention with your boobs, sucking and licking your nipples. you buckled your hips with the feeling, so emerged on the way his tongue worked around your areola, throwing your head back. lost, just like him.

then, as the movements began to intensify, faster and faster and your hips more skillful, matías began to fuck you as he had been kissing you before. hungry, torpid and willing to satisfy you. his hands went down to the curve of your ass, pulling your body more and more impossibly onto his dick, your skin like dough in his hands, molding it the way he wanted it. the sounds of your body against his along with the breathing and cursing were totally obscene, becoming an impulse for you to seek more of it.

the stars in your eyes seemed to come close again as the sweat ran down your back, feeling complete with matías inside you. filled. it was an unforgettable and incomparable sensation. you knew you would become addicted.

“i never felt anything like this before, never” you heard matías say. your hands went up to his cheeks and hair, holding his face as you rode him nonstop. a smile stamped your face, reflecting his. “say you want me, and i’m yours” 

your stomach dropped, the feeling on your womb deepened. his tired voice saying things like this to you was so good to hear as the way he was fucking you. the cold current seized your abdomen again, as if warning you that you were close to cumming, and you could barely put the words together.

“don’t say that, matías. don’t play with me” you responded, looking into his eyes. 

matías was absorbed with pleasure but surely not saying things without meaning it. he shook his head negatively, thrusting more slowly against your hip now, making your eyes roll so hard they hurt.

“i’m being honest. say the word.” he sounded so serious, so close to your lips, so deep into you.

matías was slowly guiding your pleasure to a point where it was almost impossible to hold back an orgasm. then, you allowed yourself to let the sensation consume you once again, this time more intensely, your fingers twitched and your mind went into an almost unconscious state, eliciting a guttural moan from you. you felt the warm liquid drip from your womb and soak matías, it was almost like floating.

“i want you. god, how i want you” you exclaimed tenderly between ragged breaths, while the boy was still searching for that same sensation that you had just reached inside you.

it was enough for matías to completely collapse inside you, mumbling dumb your name. you felt his hot, sweaty body shudder beneath yours, relaxing completely little by little until he could open his eyes again. a feeling of satisfaction ran through your body, and you honestly had no idea if it was just from the dopamine of the orgasm or knowing that matías had been your first. and his arms were still there, wrapped around you while an affectionate gaze , while he admired you, all of you. the sweat going down your forehead, your smile, the weight of your body above him. everything, matías appreciated every second. you kissed him, a lazy and sloppy kiss, just enjoying that high together, and then a silly thought crossed your mind.

"i guess my brother was right to keep me away from the boys," you murmured, panting and giggling against his lips.

"who knew i would be the one," matías laughed too, biting your lip. "the lucky one for taking your virginity."

a slap on the arm caught him by surprise, and you feigned false offense, pretending to be completely innocent. but the calm didn't last long. five minutes of trying to get back to normal and you heard the keys in the door, the boys' voices, and footsteps inside. you were screwed, literally. you didn't even have time to dwell on the absence of aftercare.

"shit, shit, shit," you exclaimed in exasperation, getting up from on top of the boy, who quickly removed the condom, tossing it into the trash bin in the corner.

both of you nervously laughed, enjoying the situation as you tried to readjust. you tied your hair into a messy bun and then quickly tamed matías' strands. you were sweaty and red like two runners, anyone could tell by the little smiles on your faces.

"we'll still having talk about that," matías referred to the moment earlier, approaching and giving you a kiss, longer and deeper than it should be. but still, in a failed attempt to disguise it, you agreed, laughing, and pushed him out of the room.

and then, reality struck. your tank top. on the kitchen floor, damn.

you dressed in the first shirt you saw, probably a mistake, and went downstairs, walking as calmly and unbothered as possible. luckily, the boys were still in the living room while matías engaged in a seemingly casual conversation with them as if he didn't just came inside you. you suppressed the smile that came when you remembered the feeling of being on top of him just minutes ago, biting your lips, and entered the kitchen, finding agustin with a beer pack in one hand and your tank top in the other.

you froze right at the door, feeling the color drain from your face completely. and then, he looked in your direction, aware of your presence. he assessed your expression, your sudden change of clothes, and all the other little details. his gaze shifted over your shoulders to matías in the living room, and then, agustin laughed – no, he actually burst into laughter. laughed so hard that he had to lean against the fridge seeing your shocked state. you had been caught.

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yeah. i'm shocked too.

i had so much fun - hornyness - writing this. thank you so much for the ask!! i really tried to follow your idea, just changed the phrase a litlle bit. i hope i made justice to your need ;)

again, if you have a request for the lsdln boys just please send me a ask!!

sorry for any spelling mistake :p

[ilylovelyz]

papa!atsumu who proves time and time again that he's a huge sucker for his precious family.

the pregnancy of his girlfriend (you), was unplanned and somewhat expected, being atsumu have not been being safe with you for the past few weeks.

the two of you were young, barely even 25, you had thought that atsumu would be against it, wanting independence and that delicious feeling of no baggage.

and yet, when he found out you were pregnant, he was over the moon.

it was almost surprising, best care scenario was him saying, "oh cool," — you didn't expect him to scoop you into his arms bridal style and kiss you all over.

it seemed he loved the idea of being a father, and especially being the father to your children, his adorable highschool sweetheart.

he was quick to tell his brother first, and then the rest of his family, and whichever close friends he had, nonstop yapping about how he was gonna be a dad, and how he's gonna have such cute kids.

he immediately brings up the idea of getting married to you, it wasn't a foreign topic for the both of you, it was just something the two of you never got around to doing.

he didn't mind it he had to elope and have a small get together, he just wanted to see you have his last name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue, "miya y/n."

during your entire pregnancy, he was nonstop hovering and touching your stomach, getting excited whenever he felt the baby's kick.

it almost seemed he talked to the baby more than he talked to you at some point, either rambling on about his day or crap-talking his own brother.

it was almost refreshing, to see a new side of this once carefree guy.

now, he was wanting to spend more time with you at home, sometimes skipping practice just to be with you, saying that he'll just "practice from home."

he just wanted to lay his head into your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispered sweet nothings to your unborn baby.

it was almost endearing to see him become especially 10x more protective of you, giving a death glare to anyone that came too close to you. never failed to say how amazing you looked pregnant with his baby.

while he wasn't sure what he wanted to name the baby, he just knew he wanted it to sound "cool".

god, you wish you took a picture of the look on his face when you told him you weren't just having one baby, but two. you thought maybe that fact would get him scared, but once again, you were proven wrong.

"two for the price of one, how cool," he would say, his hand cradling his chin as he thought.

"atsumu, that's not how it works.."

he wanted both a girl and a boy, a girl because he liked the idea of a mini you, and a boy just so he would do "boy" things with.

he did look a little nervous when it was revealed you were having two girls instead.

your pregnancy cravings made him do a double-take, but he would always end up watching you with his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised with shock at whatever concoction you made.

he was almost late for the birth.

he frantically cursed at whoever was in his way while speeding on the way to the hospital, cursing the damn geezers who were still for some reason driving like they were in slow motion.

he felt really mad at himself for being late to the labor, kissing your sweaty forehead as he mumbled promises against your skin, promising to make it up to you later.

he was really supportive during the birth, his hand never leaving yours, yelling bouts of encouragement and never once complained when your grip became a little too tight for his liking because if anything, he was impressed at your strength.

he couldn't help but shed a tear or two when he first held his baby-girls.

how precious, maybe a little alien looking, but still precious.

he cursed to hell, cheekily making a comment about how someone must've been cutting onions.

absolutely adored his girls, showing them off to anyone who had working eyes. nothing made him happier than when they giggled at the silly faces he would make.

as they got older, their preference for their father showed greatly, and atsumu knew this very well, making a snide comment or two about how he was the "favorite".

the carefree man you once knew was gone, now being replaced with this protective and almost anxious guy who cried when his daughters first went to daycare.

your daughters for sure took after their father in many ways, as they somehow inherited their father's sassy attitude and confidence.

it never failed to make you laugh when atsumu was being mercilessly ganged up on by two toddlers, taunting him ruthlessly.

he'd try his best to counter their sassiness, but would ultimately find himself "wondering" where they got this attitude from.

oh, how he loved his daughters greatly, even when they were bullying him until he was red in the face, even when they were nasty and sick and borderline contagious with whatever illness they had.

he adored his daughters, never wanting to waste a single moment away from them. cuddle time was a special time to him, one on either side of him as they all drifted to sleep, disney movie long forgotten.

no, he'd never fail to say it, nor would he ever shy away from the fact that he's a proud father to his precious baby-girls.

[jjkamochoso]

Okay, You Can Bug Me a Little Bit

A touch of Angst, Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of bugs

Can be read as a stand alone, but you can find Part One, Quit Bugging Me, here!

It had been about a month since you had last spent time at the Wind Hashira’s estate. His hospitality while you were visiting was surprisingly not lacking in the least bit; he kept your body hydrated with plenty of cups of water, your stomach full with a nice meal, and your mind occupied with rousing conversation that kept you there until the wee hours of the quickly slipping away evening. With much hesitation and some cussing, Sanemi begrudgingly surrendered to the idea of you traversing your way home as the stars began to twinkle in the sky. You had made it back safely, no demons to be found, but it wasn’t like you were worried: first, you were a Hashira and could certainly take care of yourself, and second, Sanemi’s crow, flying above you proudly, was at the ready to speed back to his estate in case of an emergency. When you finally entered your own house, you invited the crow to stay for a while, making some ohagi for him to take back to Sanemi. You would never know that Sanemi blushed for a good hour at the kindness of your gesture, savoring each bite and gently folding the cloth you sent the treats in with such care reminiscent of the way his mother used to swaddle him and his siblings.

That day at the estate had, unfortunately, been put to the back of your mind while you were swarmed with missions all over the place, the nonstop annihilation of demons taking over your every waking moment. There were times, though, that you saw a storm cloud with coloring just like Sanemi’s hair, or felt a cool breeze rush over your skin in such a manner that you couldn’t help but wonder if he purposefully sent it your way.

Today, many moons after you had last seen the object of your affections, you were reminded of him once more. You were almost at your mansion, looking forward to a short rest devoid of demon slaying, when a familiar bug crossed your path.

“What are you doing here, little guy?” you cooed, inspecting the Japanese rhinoceros beetle in front of you. It continued scurrying along, paying no mind to you. You had plenty of time to spare and the day was pleasantly warm; why not follow it and see where it leads you? You stood up, keeping an eye on the horned bug as it walked aimlessly. Suddenly, you were pulled from your daydreams by the sound of a loud squawk as a black bird came swooping in, taking the beetle into its beak.

“No! Drop it!” you cried, swatting at the bird. Your own crow came to the rescue, nudging the bird and making the beetle fall from its deadly grasp. Your crow quickly scared off the other bird, leaving you a sniffling mess at the sight of the injured beetle.

“Oh, what would Sanemi do? I don’t know how to properly take care of these things,” you said, desperately trying to remember any little detail that could help in this situation.

“A container! I’ll be right back, hang in there.”

You ran at full speed to your mansion, hurriedly digging through drawers to find a vessel to transport the beetle back to your house. You grabbed one with a lid, poking holes in the top for air, before sprinting back to your last location. You were met with another familiar face, this time human.

“Your crow sent for me! Are you okay?” Sanemi asked, curiously looking you up and down, checking for injuries.

You were extremely confused.

“You sent for him over this? He’s very busy, you know,” you scolded your crow, who was practically smirking at you.

“Wait a minute, she said someone was hurt!” an enraged Sanemi yelled.

“I said something was hurt, not someone!” your crow replied, cackling.

“You birdbrain!” chimed in Sanemi’s crow.

“You’re one to talk!” she shot back.

“Everyone be quiet!” you finally said, then turning to Sanemi. “I’m so sorry she bothered you and wasted your time. I came across a rhinoceros beetle that was almost turned into bird food in front of my eyes.”

“If it was her, I’m strangling that bird,” growled Sanemi.

“No, no, she actually scared the other one off,” you chuckled while Sanemi’s fists stayed balled up as he eyed the crow viciously.

“So anyway, the beetle looks hurt and I wanted to try and nurse it back to health but I have no clue where to start.”

The scarred man sighed. “Do you have a container?”

You lifted your hand. “Right here.”

“Grab some leaves and dirt and put it at the bottom. We’ll take care of it together.”

Take care of it together? That sounded awfully domestic to you, his words suggesting teamwork sounding foreign (but welcome!) to your ears. It didn’t hurt that him sticking around to help would mean you had more chances to glance at his bare, chiseled chest as well. Speaking of…

“What are you staring at? Get to work!”

His harshness brought you back to earth and you dropped to the ground to gather the materials, eager to settle down your rapid heartbeat after getting caught looking at him. When you were finished, he placed the beetle inside the temporary home, taking precaution to not hold it firmly.

He picked up the container, walking away. “Let’s go.”

“Um, Sanemi? Your house is that way.”

“I know. We’re going to yours.”

Your eyes widened at his authoritative voice declaring himself a guest at your estate before you settled into a mischievous grin.

“Inviting yourself over, Shinazugawa? We’re not even married! The indecency of it all!” you joked, clutching at your chest in mock horror.

Sanemi wasn’t phased in the slightest by your antics. “It wasn’t a problem when you dined with me at my estate last month, was it?”

Your mouth dropped in shock as he just smirked, enjoying teasing you right back.

“If I remember correctly, it was you who invited me in last time,” you said matter of factly.

“Shut up,” he replied, hoping the tips of his ears weren’t too red.

You eventually reached your mansion and Sanemi stepped inside with the container while you went to your garden to pick a tomato for the beetle to snack on.

“What do we do now?” you questioned, cutting up the vegetable into tiny pieces.

“I checked out his injuries and they don’t seem fatal. I think if we leave him in the box for a few days and he survives, he’ll be alright to go back in the woods.”

It was quiet for a long time as you continued chopping while Sanemi stood awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do next.

“You can sit down and get comfortable,” you told him. “You liked that ohagi I made you, right? I’ll make some as a thank you and to show my apologies for my inconsiderate crow.”

“Huh? There’s no need for that,” he said, but his resistance was futile. You were just as stubborn, if not more, as he was, and you weren’t taking no for an answer. Besides, who was he to refuse such a kind, attractive person offering to make his favorite food? He didn’t think he deserved this generous treatment, but he knew it would make you feel better if you repaid him this way so he relented to your request for him to stay for some time.

After your delicious meal, you decided to check on the beetle again. You grabbed some pieces of tomato and lifted the lid off the container, softly placing the food in a corner.

“Hey buddy,” you addressed the unmoving bug, “I’m sorry let this happen to you. You gotta stay strong for me, alright?”

You didn’t notice Sanemi gazing upon you, his purple eyes filled with admiration. You were being so nice to the bug that if it were anyone else talking like that, he would puke at the saccharine tone coming from your throat, but because it was you, it was the best sort of sweet he could ever wish to hear. He silently took up a spot next to you, his arm brushing against your own, causing goosebumps to form across both of your skin at the contact.

“I’m sorry for failing you and letting one of your beloved creatures become so injured,” you told him, unable to look him in eye due to your shame. Maybe it was the exhaustion from your work catching up to you, maybe it was the fact that you weren’t fast enough to save something else, reminding you of all the injured or dead people you had seen over the past month due to demons. Whatever it was, this bug was stirring up a lot of emotions within you, causing your eyes to sting with the beginnings of tears.

“It’s alright, y/n, it’s just a bug.”

“But I know how much you love them! I feel responsible for letting it get hurt under my watch.”

Sanemi frowned. You were definitely taking this a lot harder than he would’ve expected. You were right, he did love these beetles, but there was no reason for you to think you were the cause of this one getting hurt. He knew you well enough to know that, yes, you were upset about the insect, but you were also probably relating the current situation to all the shitty things you’d been seeing in your job. This was another failure in your eyes—he knew that feeling all too well.

“Don’t be stupid, this happens in nature all the time.”

Your bleary eyes just blinked at him and he gulped. That sounded a lot meaner out loud than in his head.

“Look,” he sighed, trying again, “it sucks seeing a living creature get hurt right in front of your eyes, but it wasn’t your fault. I know our job is to protect everything, but stuff like this is inevitable. The bird needs to eat, too.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, wiping your nose with a handkerchief, “I guess you’re right. Thank you Sanemi, that was very sweet of you to make me feel better like that.”

“Sure, whatever,” he mumbled, about to fold his arms across his chest when you took him by complete surprise, throwing your arms around him in a hug. He immediately stiffened uncomfortably, not used to physical interaction, especially not by the person he’d come to love. Soon after, though, he relaxed into your embrace, even going so far as to set his hands upon your back as he returned the gesture. Without warning, you pulled away from his warm body like he had given you an electric shock.

“I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I was way out of line-”

“I like you.”

Understatement of the year coming from Sanemi, but it was much too soon to tell you the extent of his whole heart—how you had taken up a permanent spot in his mind, how you had come to fill every crevice of his entire being. Maybe some other day in the far, far, far future he’d gain that courage. For now, this nonchalant confession would have to do.

“Wait, what did you say?” you asked, looking at him incredulously.

“I like you, okay? Don’t make me say it again,” he grumbled a bit louder, looking off to the side in his embarrassment.

Your eyes seemed to sparkle with joy, even as you teased him. “Is this because I’ve been making you ohagi?”

“Damnit, I’m being vulnerable for once, stop messing around! This is hard for me!” he barked while you were trying to stifle your laughs.

“You’re in luck because I think you’re pretty great. Handsome, too.” You playfully nudged his shoulder as Sanemi tried to keep a scowl on his face but failed, a small smile creeping onto his lips.

You pointed at the container holding the beetle. “And to think we’re already raising our first child together!”

“You are such an idiot.”

“But you love me anyway!”

That got Sanemi to let out a snort. You didn’t even know the half of it.

BONUS:

After Sanemi had left that night, taking the beetle with him, you were ecstatic to find him knocking at your door a few days later. The beetle had made a full recovery and Sanemi invited you to help him find a good spot to be released. You stumbled upon a big tree with a pond nearby and both of you decided that it was the perfect place. Opening the container, you let the beetle take its time exploring the area on his own. You and Sanemi sat side by side, watching the beetle as it took its first steps after rehabilitation. With the sun shining on your face, resting your head lovingly against your boyfriend’s shoulder, you smiled.

“This is what heaven must be like,” you muttered.

“Yeah. I think so,” agreed Sanemi, leaning into you ever so slightly.

A few seconds of silence passed as you watched the beetle walk away from the container.

“Kids grow up so fast, don’t they?”

“You’re ruining the nice moment.”

[memecucker]

Also one of my favorite bits of 40k lore now is during the War of the Beast which was the most powerful Ork invasion ever (arguably led by an OG Krok) that brought the fight to Terra itself there was a desperate gambit move called the “Proletariat Crusade” where they just drafted every single civilian spacecraft on Terra and just told them “fly directly into that giant Ork Attack Moon” in I guess the largest scale human wave attack in Imperial history where you had hundreds of millions of untrained human civilians just pouring in and despite being directed against Super Orkz it actually somehow almost worked because of the sheer amount of numbers was actually able to overwhelm the forces of the Beast despite the humans being untrained civilians who may not even been armed until the Super Orkz were able to manipulate the gravity of their attack moon to crush humans and the Imperium was like “well, fuck”

And I like that the one time you actually hear about hundreds of millions of humans attacking it actually almost worked because of the sheer numbers and the idea that the you have these super Orkz bravely making a stand against unstoppable unending infinite waves of ‘umies just pouring in nonstop while the Orkz barely have enough ammo to kill them all (despite the fact that Ork ammo comes from thinking they have ammo) is pretty funny imagery like the whole role reversal and such. Leiningen Versus the Ants except Humans Are the Ants is a cool concept

[alaskashigh]

I'd love to hear more of your California/New York headcanons if you're good with that! or any other ship headcanons you have :D

yesyesyesyesyes-

I’ma go ahead and say a bunch of my headcanons about not just yorkcali, but the other states n shit because i don’t have any wttt friends and need to talk about them

YORKCALI

Sometimes the meetings really wear New York out, so when they are finally allowed to leave he latches onto California and forces the both of them to take long naps (even if New York struggles to sleep, but he's slowly getting their with California)

Speaking of sleeping, California and New York both struggle to go to bed. Because of the bustling of all of his cities, New York couldn't sit in silence without hearing it in the back of his mind until his brain started to tune it out, so sleeping was difficult. Not only that, but he's always restless and itching to do something- anything- so you can find him up at 3 in the morning, empty and half full coffees and energy drinks stacked around him, working or writing new plays.

The same goes for California, but it isn't as bad. He learned how to tune out his cities a long time ago, so he doesn't really hear it unless he focuses on it. Though he does hear the beach quite frequently. He is always on his feet, looking for things to do to fill his time. Art and work take up a lot of his time, but he still takes naps when he remembers too. (Usually after realizing that he's seen the sun rise for the 14th time.)

They both have a really bad caffeine addiction, so their quite fidgety and active.

California or New York will drag the other out of the house after a while of nonstop work, work, work, and go, go, go. Taking each other to get boba or go see a play/movie. When they get out of the house it's unlikely you'll see them again until 2-3 days later. You'll see them both laughing and smiling as they walk through the front door and to their rooms like they haven't been gone for almost a week.

GHOST TOWNS

So, Cal’s ghost towns or “dead” towns, yeah? Well i headcanon that all of the ghost towns still hang around the states- (idea given to me by this hella cool fic by TourificTiccer) -and that they all look shattered, broken, a little transparent, and like how they looked when they died. They can switch between looking like how they died and how they looked before it. Also do you know that one song? The Mind Electric? (this is the song that i’m talking about. i couldn’t find any other versions of this on other websites besides one animatic on youtube so sorry if you don’t use soundcloud!) I imagine that's how they sound, like an old broken radio. You can also hear mining, trains, and different voices of people that used to live in them coming from them because their bodies are permanently stuck in the past.

Also, I headcanon that California wasn’t really close to his old towns then, really only using them because of the popularity and gold. Back then he didn’t see his towns as his kids, mainly as acquaintances, so because of that those towns were never really apart of his family. He regrets being like how he was with them now, thats why later on in his life he started to take care of his cities and see them as his kids like they see him as their father.

Basically none of the ghost towns are “related” in any way besides that their towns in California. They don’t see California as family or anything really, just a bad person.

The ghost towns aren’t too fond with California because of it and still hold grudges because of how they were treated til this day, but their slowly making amends and trying to fix things, even if they’ll never forgive him and California understands that.

Calico and Brody, two of California’s famous ghost towns, weren’t close until their towns populations started to drop a lot. they took comfort in each other, knowing that they at least had each other when everyone was leaving. Brody was devastated when Calico died and was pissed off at California for not showing enough compassion.

They found each other again after Brody died and haven’t left each other since.

(I couldn’t find a date of when the towns were founded, only years, so i just kept the date the same as today for both of them besides the years. i’ll just say that Brody is 164 and Calico’s 128 (google said mid 1890s so i put 1895 in an age calculator. if someone knows their actual ages that’d be cool to know)

Currently only have headcanons for those two ghost towns, but i’ll work on the other ones including from other states as well.

SAN FRANCISCO & JACKSONVILLE

San Francisco and Jacksonville are best friends and are always getting into trouble. They spend a lot of their time outside at the beach and walking in front of outlet shops, occasionally stealing a thing or two from them. They always run back to California at the end of the day when they’ve gotten their asses in trouble, or just to hang out with him since California gives them a lot of freedom to just do their own things. (Although he does scold them when they do something idiotic, but nothing too harsh.)

Jacksonville gave San Francisco a custom handcrafted surf board for christmas. It’s his favorite surfboard out of all the ones he owns (he likes to collect them and has a good amount from over the years) and he always takes it to the beach with him, with or without Jacksonville.

They both got really high and dyed their hair rainbow. Jacksonville completely dyed all of his hair whilst San Francisco did the bottom layer of his hair, the top later of his hair still light brown with blondish highlights. San Francisco fixed up some of the dye in his hair since it wasn’t the best job done when he got sober while Jacksonville said he didn’t care and just left it as is, even though San Francisco had offered to fix it up for him. (idea from Storytellers_And_States cool fic)

ILLINOIS & WISCONSIN

Illinois and Wisconsin absolutely hate each other, yeah? "We know this already, get to the good bit!" Yadada yadada- hold your horses. Well a long time back when they first started hating each other, it had just been arguing and pettiness, until one day things took a turn and Illinois woke up the next day bruised and sore with hickeys all over his body, a snoring Wisconsin next to him. At first the two tried to ignore it, tried not to think about what they had done, but their minds always circled back to the other, until one day they were arguing again and couldn't keep themselves from doing a "little more" than arguing against an old beaten up wall.

Safe to say they have a "enemies with benefits" type relationship, and each time they only feel more confused afterwards. They can't grasp why they always gravitate towards one another like the pull of a magnetic force. At first they would've said confidently that it was because they wanted to annoy each other, but with how many times they've fucked and how their feelings keep getting more and more confusing, the other almost always on their mind, they aren't so confident anymore that being annoying is why they find themselves in the same vicinity as the other constantly.

GOV & CDC

Gov and Cdc are a nervous wreck of a couple. The two of them being like a puzzle piece unfinished until they are together. When they aren't with the other they feel a little nervous and unsure of themselves at times, always needing that extra push of encouragement or assurance that the other gives when they aren't so sure about something. But when they are together they aren't exactly fully confident, but they are more put together and stronger, feeling comforted and fulfilled when the other is with them. They work better together than on their own at times. Of course they also need their alone time and personal space, but afterwards they are always coming back to one another, wrapping their arms around the other and soothing any worries or troubles.

Cdc knows that Gov has a lot of mental and physical health problems from his unhealthy work habits and from how he was raised, all those years ago. So he always has his arms open, ready to take Gov in and care for him. He's always there to kiss his head and ease him of his worries, telling him time and time again that no matter what he will never leave him, he'll never stop loving him, and that he will always be there for him no matter what.

COAST GUARD

Coast Guard is ambidextrous. He likes to write with his right hand and cook with his left hand. Florida once snuck into his office, saw him writing with his left hand, and almost screamed.

"You can write with both hands too?!"

"How did you get in my office-"

He and Wisconsin are good friends, they like to go out drinking together and often go to each other's homes as soon as their free. When they aren't with each other their texting every so often, Wisconsin sending him funny cat memes and Coast Guard sending Ocean animal memes during meetings or work.

(Thank you to whoever said that Wisconsin and Coast Guard would be friends in my last post, it's canon in my Ben Brainard world now lol)

Okay i've been working on this for like, two days now? So i'ma end this here. Thanks for asking for my headcanons!! (Sorry about the lack of Yorkcali ones- I got too into talking about other states and personifications, my bad) This was so fun lol, I love getting to talk about my headcanons and how I see Ben's world (someone should send me more asks, wink wink nudge nudge. you didn't hear that from me though)

[plvto-sqda]

-⋆ Random Eddie Headcanons

⭒ He started playing the acoustic guitar when he was 9, he got the hang of it quickly and enjoyed it a lot. When Eddie started getting really into metal, Wayne saw how Eddie would look at the electric guitars longingly in the music store and how he would talk about this one particular one that caught his eye nonstop. And so he worked extra shifts and was pretty careful about what he spent money on in order to buy the warlock guitar his nephew was so passionate about. Even going to the point where he would buy cheaper food for himself and skip meals if he could to save money. He felt kinda guilty that Eddie felt bad about it even though he had no idea what he was saving up for, and also that he had to be home alone without him for longer than usual. So when Eddie got his new guitar for Christmas he burst into tears and thanked Wayne over and over again and he decided the first song he would play on it would be one of Wayne’s favorites which really warmed his heart :,).

⭒ Eddie also started growing out his hair at the end of middle school and it was a hair above shoulder length in freshman year. He thought it would be cool to possibly dye it or bleach some of it but he didn’t know what color to do and he didn’t want to ruin it so he kept it as it was and he definitely likes it better that way.

⭒ Gareth was one of the first people to join the Hellfire Club, then Jeff not long after, then Grant and some other kids that came and went, and then ofc Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

⭒ Corroded Coffin was born in 1980. I heard people saying that Eddie is not the best singer but I beg to differ. He’s got a really recognizable voice and almost perfect pitch, he’s pretty great :>. Gareth is also pretty good at singing but his vibe is more chill, and their band is more of a metal band so they decided Eddie would be better for that role. The talent show was rather nerve-racking for them since they haven’t played in front of so many people before but they got through it and now it’s one of their favorite memories together.

⭒ A bunch of people seem to agree that he became friends with all the cats at the trailer park and feeds them whenever he can. Also he has little names for some of them too!

⭒ When he’s talking to his friends either on the phone or his Walkie-Talkie they have to prepare themselves because he has the tendency to just unexpectedly scream into it or just make random sounds when someone is talking sometimes which is both hilarious and kinda annoying if he just keeps doing it.

⭒ Out of all of Eddie’s friends in Hellfire, Gareth and Dustin know him the most but ofc they don’t exactly know everything because there are still some things about his past that he s a bit uncomfortable saying and wants to keep to himself at the moment.

⭒ After they finish a campaign Eddie will take them to a fast food restaurant or the arcade to celebrate.

⭒ Speaking of the Hellfire Club going out, they cause chaos pretty much wherever they go. They’ve had a history of getting kicked out of places and pushing each other around on shopping carts (Jeff and Gareth like to push the cart into Eddie numerous times until he finds a way to get payback)

⭒ Eddie is pretty good at drawing and he and Gareth designed the logo for Hellfire.

[sapphire-weapon]

Sorry to bring more discourse to your blog, but it's about the whole "problematic" shipling thing, because it's a part of older RE plot, that absolutely does my head in. It doesn't fucking make sense. We can talk ALL day about how Leon is canonically responsible for genocides. It's canon that these things have happened because he never has the backbone to finish the job or manage his feelings like a grown adult. It's an interesting talk, but it's NEVER (or very barely) addressed that way in the actual material. His whole "turn the other cheek, because he needs a vague romance" trope is really just one massive fucking plot hole and I don't know why people aren't completely pissed about it. His messy narrative is one of my least favourite things in the series. It almost turns me off of his games and movies entirely. I enjoyed REmake, 7 and 8 the most because at least the characters add up. Their motivations are clear. It's a fully formed story and we know who does what and why. They just haven't fucking done that with Leon. They can't decide on whether to flesh him out properly or to keep throwing him early naughts b-movie tropes that arguably, just make him less likeable (to me).

Sorry for the rant. But holy shit. Anything about his character outside of "I'm angry, let's shoot" has been fucking terrible, in my eyes. They have no idea what to do with him. His choices constantly fucking contradict themselves. He's like a nonstop, unstable "what to doooo?" asshole and I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE ELSE ISN'T MAD ABOUT THE CONSTANT PLOT HOLES AND SENSELESS BULLSHIT THIS CHARACTER DOES I HONESTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE BECAME MORE POPULAR THAN CHRIS, CLAIRE, WESKER, HUNNIGAN, ETHAN AND JILL OTHER THAN "HE HAS COOL BANGS AND TELLS JOKES SOMETIMES" LIKE WHAT?

I know I'll get roasted and shredded for saying it, but jesus christ man, it's such an enormous pet peeve of mine. I just want the remakes to finish their job of understanding that Leon hasn't been written well and he's gotta be fixed. That Ashley actually has a whole load of potential and Ada has only ever been an empty, racist and sexist stereotype that can't be fixed unless they bother to actually write any sort of story for her other than "sexy Asian is mean sometimes, but her terrorism is okay because the emo boy kissed her this one time and has known her for a combined 15 hours."

Phew. I am mad. I'm sorry for exposing you to this. I've only gotten into RE like less than a year ago and the stupidity and lack of literacy and analysis in this fucking fanbase is crazy to me. If I see one more "sibling coded toxic age gap, Leon is flawless omg ashley little girl so silly" post I'm going to shave my head. Even my phone is glitching because it can't keep up with my seemingly very unpopular rager.

homie i'mma need u to fuckin breathe and understand that this is the same series where the only reason that the main villain ever had to hate the main protagonist was the fact that the main protagonist laughed at his science project -- and then that detail was retconned out of the remake, and now there's no reason for wesker to hate chris at all, actually.

this is the same series that killed off its main villain way too prematurely, realized immediately that they fucked up by doing it, and, instead of just retconning it and bringing him back, they tried to "oops! all weskers!" it, then didn't know what to do with that, then just decided to write it so that he had a son, but then nobody liked him, either, and now they're just going FUCK IT LET'S JUST REMAKE THE WHOLE THING.

this is the same series that is so unabashedly and unrepentantly racist that it sends its white american protagonist into the heart of africa, whereabouts he encounters a village with actual mud huts in it, where the townspeople are dressed in actual tribal clothing, and they chuck actual literal spears at him.

this is the same series where the creators openly admitted to not allowing their main female protagonist to visibly age because they thought it'd hurt their bottom line.

this is the same series where the objectively best title in it has a story that's so fucking bad that the dude who wrote and directed it said that he'd only support a remake of it if the remake fixed his shitty fucking story and actually told a good one.

this is the same series where rachel fucking foley exists and is meant to be taken seriously.

this is the same series where a dude fucking a spider is, questionably and arguably, canon.

leon is not remotely the worst part of resident evil's storytelling, nor is ada the most offensively racist part of it. THE ENTIRE NARRATIVE OF RESIDENT EVIL IS NONSENSE DOG GARBAGE. leon and ada are just par for the course.

if you are not a raccoon and/or opossum who enjoys gorging yourself on garbage, perhaps resident evil is not the series for you.

that's why they called it raccoon city in the first place.

because the playerbase must inevitably be filled with raccoons, because only raccoons would enjoy the sheer amount of garbage that the story throws at them.

[pencilpat]

Realistically, Robbie would be desperate to feel adult and strong. The others probably baby him and treat him as fragile or even dangerous. All just because he died, out of his control most likely, and is now rotting physically. He's probably got constant stiffness and pain and some days where his brain just won't work with him. Does he even have any memories of a life before rot and over-cautious brothers and chronic pain? Is he losing more and more humanity as he rots? Zombies are COOL, you guys! Why treat him like a baby in almost every AU I've ever seen? Zombies are meant for horror and tragedies and questioning what it means to be human. Robbie is an adult man who had his life ripped away somehow! Start having fun w/ that instead! Now this isn't to say Robbie can't be sweet and loving and childish, fanon is fanon and you are free to have fun. But I've actually, myself, never seen a version of Robbie that makes any sense for a story about zombies. At this point it just feels like part of a long pattern in this fanbase of infantilising grown ass men.

My problem comes from the infantilization and weirdly babying mentality that the fandom has about specifically Robbie, Chase, and Jameson. It's weird. The treatment and views of disability and mental illness in this fandom are weird, putting it simply as possible. With Chase it's constant infantilization of a canonically angry and depressed person, that "uwu softie sad dad" side of it. He is an adult with mental illness, not a child. With Jameson it's nonstop disregard, disrespect, and downright insulting representations of nonspeaking/mute people. He's disabled and likes toys, that doesn't make him a baby. There are real and practical ways that mute people like me use to communicate, I don't know where anyone got this idea that making him use telepathy or magic title cards would like... be good representation and make mute people happy??? And with Robbie, he's so infantilized some people just straight up write him as an infant.

It's a problem. It's been a problem for a long, long time. I just don't see what reason people have to keep doing it despite countless disabled people trying to educate them. It's difficult to be in this fandom when people choose so resolutely to be weird and insulting to disabilities and mental illness in their writing. Stop making this an unsafe place for disabled people.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 124

FEATURING: LASERCAGE 2000™

Last time, Goku and Vegeta powered up to their ultimate forms.  Goku went beyond Super Saiyan Blue to achieve Cherry Super Saiyan Blue, and Vegeta went beyond Super Saiyan Blue to Super Saiyan Blue (Blue).  Those are the official names for those forms, I will not be accepting corrections.

Anyway, they fire off their finishing attacks at Jiren, but it does nothing.  Jiren tries to talk smack, and Goku and Vegeta literally do not care about anything he says.  I like this, because Jiren’s whole schtick is to be intimidating with as few words as possible.  Like when he defeated Hit, he said “Do you know what the pride of an assassin is worth?  Absolutely nothing!” Or words to that effect. It’s less trash-talk and more “Let me take a moment to explain why you never had a chance.”

When he started fighting Goku in #122, he asked Goku why he seeks greater strength, and Goku admitted he didn’t know, he just wants to get stronger.  Jiren scoffed at this, and said he was pursuing something beyond strength, insinuating that he had a grander purpose.  And with Vegeta, he accused him of being arrogant and entitled.  In both cases, he seemed to be implying that these were fundamental flaws holding them back. 

The thing is, Goku and Vegeta do not care what Jiren is saying.  He may have valid points, but this ain’t the debate club.  They’re in a fight.  And they already know Jiren’s insanely strong.  They’re just going to keep attacking him until they win. 

And that sort of defines the entire philosophical conflict between these two teams.  One of the criticisms I have with the Tournament of Power is that Universe 7, by far, has the most eliminations out of all the teams.   The number I found was fifty-two, and I’m not sure if that counts Master Roshi and 18, who eliminated themselves.  It’s cool that the “home” team was so dominant, but it also undermines the Tournament of Power as a concept.  The original idea was that it would be cool to fight all the super-strong guys from other universes, but in practice it seems like most of the universes couldn’t hang with ours. 

But the point is that Universe 7 is a lot more aggressive than the other teams.  U6 did a lot of eliminates, but they were less powerful in general, so that kind of makes sense.  And U11 had the most unified team and the strongest ringer, but they seemed content to back off and let the rabble fight amongst themselves.  In Jiren’s mind, he’s already won this thing, but the U7 crew refuses to take anything for granted.  They’re here to fight, win lose or draw, and so they’ve been whippin’ ass nonstop.  At no point have the U7 team considered fighting defensively to protect their lead over the other teams.  As far as they’ve been concerned, they’re scratching and clawing their way to the top, even when they’re the ones who are winning. 

So no, Goku and Vegeta aren’t going to lose their nerve just because Jiren hits them really hard.

Meanwhile, Dyspo sees Jiren fighting and decides that he should go all out as well.  WHAT WERE YOU WAITING FOR?  The tournament’s almost over! There’s only five more opponents to eliminate!  Why would you hold anything back?

So Dyspo punches Frieza and does this neat move with a ki ring that explodes. 

I should take a moment to praise the dub VA for Dyspo, Christopher Dontrell Piper.  The Japanese VA, Bim Shimada, played the role with a certain peppy feel.  He wasn’t talking fast, but there was still this kind of “fast character” flavor to the performance.  But Piper kind of flips the script, making Dyspo more relaxed.  Piper’s Dyspo sounds like a cool athlete who just got the big contract and he has the skills and talent to deserve every penny.   Even when he’s frustrated, he still talks like he’s winning, he’s just mad that it’s taking longer than it should.  This is a dude who knows he’s the best and he knows Jiren has his back.  Piper is definitely one of the reasons I’m so glad I finally paid for the dub. 

(Also Ray Hurd’s Top is excellent, but Top isn’t in this episode much, so we’ll talk about him next time.)

But Dyspo’s attacks don’t work on Frieza, who goes Golden to put a stop to this.  And Dyspo soon finds that he’s having some difficulty.

But that’s okay, because Dyspo just turns up the juice and gets even faster.  This is apparently called “Super Maximum Light Speed Mode”, but I’m going to call it “Dyspo (Purple)”. 

Dyspo can’t hurt Golden Frieza much, but his awesome speed does allow him to push Frieza closer to the edge of the ring.  Also, he’s so fast now that even the Grand Zeno’s GodPads can no longer keep up with Dyspo’s movements on slow-mo instant replay.  The Grand Minister admits that he cannot correct this flaw, and asks the Zenos to accept that Dyspo is simply too fast to follow.  They’re pretty chill about the whole thing, which is nice. 

Anyway, before Dyspo can ring-out Frieza, Gohan jumps in to make the save.  I’m guessing he had an easier time blindsiding Dyspo while Dyspo was sticking close to punch Frieza. 

Oh, right, I forgot.  Earlier on, there was a part where Frieza offered to switch sides if Dyspo would agree to wish him back with the Super Dragon Balls.  Everyone got worried, then wondered if it was just some weird headgame Frieza was playing, but Dyspo refused the offer on principle.  The Pride Troopers don’t make deals with evildoers, which certainly does save them the hassle of worrying about this sort of thing. 

Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because when Gohan rescues Frieza, he questions his judgment, since Frieza might betray him again.  Gohan isn’t playing his game, and insists that he’ll support Frieza because they’re teammates.  But if Frieza does try any shit, Gohan promises to “end you myself.”  Pretty cool line, but I’m pretty sure we’re not going to see Gohan take out Frieza anytime soon.

Double-teaming Dyspo doesn’t work very well, since he’s so damn quick.  So instead, Gohan suggests that they find a way to pin Dyspo down, so he’ll have less room to maneuver. 

And so Frieza gets to a safe distance and shoots beams out of his fingers to create....

LASERCAGE 2000™ !

There’s only one rule in LASERCAGE 2000™ : If you touch a laser, it hurts a lot. 

That rule applies to Gohan as well.  LASERCAGE 2000™ does not distinguish friend from foe.  It is the ultimate equalizer of the 90′s.

So this puts Dyspo in a bind, since he has to fight Gohan in close quarters, and that limits his ability to use his speed.  Dyspo’s good, but he’s not toe-to-toe-with-Gohan good. 

But he hangs in there, because what else can he do?  Still, it seems like it’s just a matter of time before Dyspo succumbs to Gohan’s offense.  But wait!

Frieza can’t maintain that attack for very long, so he falters, and LASERCAGE 2000™ is now closed.  Please return your protective goggles to the green basket before picking up your shoes from the storage bins.

Dyspo stops to gloat, but Gohan grabs him in a  rear naked choke!  It took me a few minutes to look up what this was, and it turns out it was the move I hear about all the time, so let’s talk about that for a bit. 

So normally, you’d want to cinch your arm around Dyspo’s neck, using your bicep and forearm to squeeze the carotid arteries and restrict the bloodfloow to Dyspo’s brain.  But Gohan isn’t trying to knock Dyspo out, and he certainly doesn’t want to kill him, so he’s not doing the “choke” part of the RNC. 

“Rear” is just a reference to the fact that Gohan’s standing behind Dyspo, but what’s the “naked” part mean?  Wikipedia said it was about the fact that you don’t need to wear a gi to apply the hold, but Gohan’s wearing a gi, so I was going to make a joke about this being a “rear choke” instead.  But that’s not quite how it works. 

There are some holds that require the opponent to be wearing clothes.  For example, Gohan could do a move that involves grabbing hold of Dyspo’s uniform.  But Dyspo’s wearing tights, so that might not work so well.  And what if he was nude?  The term “naked” in “rear naked choke” refers to the fact that the hold can be applied to the target whether he’s wearing clothes or not.  So I just learned something today, and maybe you did too.

Anyway, Gohan doesn’t need to choke Dyspo out, he just has to hold him still long enough for Frieza to blast them out of the ring.  They kind of act like this was Gohan’s plan all along, as if they were counting on Dyspo to get sloppy when LASERCAGE 2000™ failed, but I’m pretty sure this is Gohan improvising a Plan B.  The only way for this to succeed is for Gohan to hold Dyspo the whole way out of the ring, which means...

... they both get eliminated.  Gohan apologizes for this, but everyone assures him that he made the right call.  Dyspo was too fast to knock out any other way, and this allows the remaining four U7 guys to fight Jiren and Top without Dyspo getting in the way. 

Dyspo, on the other hand, is a lot more frustrated with his defeat.  He probably should have fled the moment Gohan and Frieza joined forces, and focused on isolating a U7 guy.  Top and Jiren seem to be doing well fighting two guys at once, so it was up to Dyspo to make sure neither of them got triple-teamed. 

Then again, that’s easier said than done.  Dyspo had to use his top speed just to push Frieza to the edge, and then someone jumped in to stop him.  If he had tried that on Gohan or 17, the result probably would have been the same.  And if he tried to attack Vegeta, I think he’d just lose outright.  If it was 3-on-3, it might have gone differently, but the numbers game didn’t favor Dyspo at all. 

But now it’s 4 against 2, which makes things even tougher for Universe 11.  Or so you would think...

Here’s KISS with “2000 Man”.  I’ll be honest, I’m running out of good KISS songs to use for this, and this is a cover of a Rolling Stones song, but it’s nice to get some Ace Frehley representation in this thing.

[shiningstardan]

• N E J I x H I N A T A • R A T E D G • 8 5 0 W •

S U M M A R Y: Hinata just wanted to return Neji's gesture

✦ A O 3 - F F . N E T ✦

White Day

It had been a month since he had given her that beautiful bouquet with that big sunflower, and for one week she had stared at it every day. She had even tried playing it cool, but she had ended up talking about it with the boys, since she wanted to return the favor. The flowers he had given her had been so fresh they had lasted for more than 5 fays, a feat that was almost unthinkable taking into account how fragile flowers were. Nothing had actually changed between them, she had been expectant to see him more frequently in between trainings and missions, but life had continued without any change.

Hanabi had been the only one in the family asking about the flowers nonstop, but despite her internal enthusiasm, she denied it again and again that it was a gift, repeating every time that the bouquet had been given to her as a symbol of respect to the main family. Her sister had believed her, but after catching her staring at the bouquet more than once, and adding the fact that she had held the flowers in her room had not helped, she had started asking who had given it to her and why. Today, a month later, she had managed to escape Hanabi’s incessant questions and slipped into the market, hopeful to be able to find something that would suit Neji.

‘What could I possibly give him? ’ He tended to limit, as any ninja would, the amount of possessions that he had to the strictly necessary, and she didn’t want to impose on him with something that could be considered a burden.

“Hinataaaaaaa” She heard Kiba screaming in the distance, waving his arms energetically.

“Hey guys” she nodded towards Shino “What are you doing?”

“We wanted something to eat” He said with a slight blush on his cheeks ”So, we went to a grill, the meat was nice” His smile was evidence of how satisfied the meal had left him.

Shino extended the cup he was holding so she could have some of his vanilla honey yogurt ice cream. His all-time favorite.

“What about you?” Shino asked.

Hinata got quiet for a second. Even though she had told them about the bouquet, she didn’t want them to misinterpret her intentions.

“I - I’m looking for something… for Neji-onisama” her voice increased in pitch as the balance of her feet went from one foot to the other.

Kiba rolled his eyes, he still was suspicious about the whole ordeal.

“Why do you have to give something to that jerk?”

“I - I just… I want to be thankful. That’s all” She could feel the both of them staring directly at her.

They knew Neji couldn’t harm her, not outside an authorized fight or duel. But that didn’t make it easier for them to grapple with the idea that he could actively interact with her on a regular basis.

“Be careful” was Shino’s final comment.

With Shino’s warning still resounding in her head, she walked towards the training ground, where she knew that Team Guy would be doing their rounds.

“Byakugan” she discreetly activated her blood limit since she didn’t want to interrupt, but to her surprise, Neji was on his own. ‘It’s now or never’ she told herself. Breathing in and out she tried to calm the pumping of her heart. ‘Common, don’t get nervous’ she tried to calm herself feeling how her hands started trembling. Had he felt nervous when he had given her the flower? She couldn’t exactly remember that part of their conversation.

“Neji-onisama” she tried sounding as secure as possible. He turned towards her voice.

“Hinata-sama” He was surprise to see her in the area since the team 8 training grounds were in a different location. Had he forgotten about a training session? No, that couldn’t be it. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes!” the pitch of her voice sounding higher than she intended. Her nervousness now evident. “I hope I’m not interrupting your training”

“Not at all… Lee and Tenten have already left, since we called the day off earlier”

“I brought something” Hinata was holding a small cardboard box with a ribbon.

‘For me?’

“I’m not sure if you would like it, but I hope you do” He couldn’t think of a reason why she was giving him this, it wasn’t his birthday. “It’s Sponge Chocolate cake. It’s not as sweet as the traditional one”

“Thank you for the cake, but I must confess that I fail to recall the occasion”

“Oh” her cheeks turned a darker shade of red and blurted “It’swhiteday”

He didn’t understand what she had said. His eyebrow furrowed by trying to untangle the words. He came closer to her repeating her words mentally, trying to make sense of them until he clearly heard ‘It’s white day’. He took her hand, kissing the back of it.

“Thank you”

The End

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Sakamoto Days Volume 6: Absurd Assassin Action

So yeah, another early pre-order, which is pretty cool, almost as cool as the cover for this volume.

I won't really beat around the bush, this volume is fun, really fun. And it promises quite a good deal for the long run as well.

I think more than anything though, Sakamoto always reminds you what it's there for. It's not going to deliver on incredibly deep or relatable characters. Hell, it hardly cares about them being believable. First and foremost, it is action. Just nonstop fighting that looks badass and is creative and has such an incredible understanding of impact and weight. I guess to be frank, it doesn't really care about the characters as an aspect to develop, but rather to use. Sure, it feigns that development (which I'll talk about later), but at the end of the day it's to serve the overall direction of the action. And truthfully, I love it. It's so kickass and interesting to read, and it's light. You're not spending time thinking about characters or their interactions or anything, you're just soaking up the insane talent behind the fight scenes. Sure, not everyone might like that, but I really appreciate it as a great series to turn to when I'm tired of more in-depth content.

⚠️Warning: Spoilers Ahead⚠️

So, in terms of specifics. Nagumo's fight was so incredible, the overall design work in the combat was outstanding. I will be a little nitpicky though and say that overall, the paneling of the combat could use some elbow grease. It's rather straight forward, and I feel like the spreads/style really have to make up for it in that regard (which they do). However, if there's more care and thought placed into how it's shown, that stuff can become even greater. But still, just look at these ideas they had for a single fight, it's pretty damn incredible.

It just feels like they're on the cusp of figuring it out, of getting to that next level in their work.

Their single and double page spreads really are just incredible, every time. Just look at this. The feel of the fight is conveyed perfectly, it gives you such a great sense of space and scale. It makes it feel like more than a "panel", and seeing stuff like this is why I really want to see them push for better work in paneling overall. Their eye for action is so impeccable that if you add other talents to the repertoire, it'd be unstoppable.

Following this up though, I wouldn't mind if the villains in Sakamoto could be a bit more "well rounded" so to speak. There's definitely good ones here and there, and the earlier assassins were great fun, but this recent suite feels... formulaic. They have very cliched personalities, which in small doses works really well as fun characters, but when continually exposed to them, the enjoyment can run thin. Like my favorite part about Apart is his penchant for organization, it's a fun little quirk that takes them away from the typical direction.

Really, Sakamoto Days is at its best when it's the furthest from reality. Just doing completely crazy things and pulling nigh unbelievable stunts and feats, and all other manner of oddity. Like how they managed to turn this moment into something so damn cool with hardly any effort.

This volume really drives home where Sakamoto is at its best: at the edges. It takes John Wick, cranks it up to 11, and shakes it around a good bit to jumble it up all before turning it into a manga. Following "steps" or regular ideas only works as clichés, and they need insanity to support that. Look at Gaku (the slick haired guy in the bottom panel of the above image), and his weapon. It's a massive meat tenderizer. But, he doesn't crush his enemies, he takes their heads and limbs right off, and even then it's got some sort of crazy flash cannon/gun embedded into it. Or even something like the old man, it takes the trope of the fearsome senile guy and pushes it to its extremes.

Sakamoto Days is something that pushes the limit with each volume and every page, so it continually needs to reinvent the wheel and find new ways to make classic ideas even crazier. So far, it's doing a really solid job, but there are pieces that manage to slip through and stagnate. Hopefully though, with where this volume ends and wants to lead us, we'll get even more fresh and insane ideas.

[thisaintascenereviews]

Lorna Shore - Pain Remains It’s strange how one’s music taste can change so dramatically. I used to listen to a lot of deathcore up until just a few years ago, but these days, I hardly listen to it at all. I love metalcore, post-hardcore, and stuff like that, but a lot of the newer deathcore bands just don’t do anything for me. I haven’t heard too many that I really, really like, but I think part of my issue with modern deathcore is that good songwriting has kind of taken a backseat to just being brutal and heavy. I mean, I like that, but I also want to hear a competent song, not how heavy a band can be. That’s fine, and everything, but can you write a good song on top of that? I haven’t heard a lot of deathcore bands that can write songs, but there are a few that step outside the box, and New Jersey outfit Lorna Shore is one of those bands. I got acquainted with this band a handful of years ago, back when they released 2017′s Flesh Coffin. It was their second album, and it was a pretty damn good blackened deathcore album. Nothing special, but you could tell these guys had some unique ideas up their sleeves. Fast forward to 2019, and on the cusp of third album, Immortal, that was due in January of 2020, second vocalist CJ McCreery was fired from the band due to a lot of disturbing allegations, and it almost seemed like the band’s future was in limbo for awhile. That is, until they announced their new vocalist, William Ramos, who was rather prolific in the deathcore scene by that point, known for his vocal covers, as well as being in the band A Wake In Providence, among others. While he had some big shoes to fill, especially when their first vocalist was Tom Barber, now of Chelsea Grin, but Ramos proved himself just fine on their last EP, 2021′s And I Return To Nothingness. I never listened to that, but I heard a lot of great things about it. I just haven’t really listened to deathcore in so long, and I just wasn’t interesting, so I never bothered with it, but when I saw that his debut album with the band, Pain Remains, was about to be released, I thought I’d check it out, because it would be really interesting to hear a full-length project with him. At the time of writing this, I’ve given the album a couple of listens, and I don’t know how I feel about it, at least in a general sense. I’ve got plenty of thoughts on it, but this is a pretty overwhelming album, and I don’t mean that in a particularly good way, either. This record is an hour long, and that’s already pushing it, but there are hardly any breaks or moments to breathe in this thing. It’s an hour of nonstop symphonic blackened deathcore, and my god, it’s way too long. This album does not need to be an hour. Most albums don’t, but I can forgive it when the album actually has a lot of cool ideas. This album has a few ideas, and that’s it. My biggest issue with this album is that it’s so repetitive, it makes it such a slog to get through. Every song sounds exactly the same. Maybe they don’t sound the same in terms of their structure, but the overall sound is intact -- generic deathcore breakdowns, brutal vocals, blackened deathcore riffs on top of symphonic elements, and spooky and creepy atmosphere that lingers over the album. It’s all the same few elements just packaged in a different way throughout the album’s runtime, and it gets old quickly. The thing is, however, the songs on their own are awesome. I would gladly listen to these songs on their own, but because they all sound like one another, what’s the point of listening to the whole album? I really can’t get into it, and it’s a bummer, because I really wanted to listen to a deathcore album I really liked. Hell, the reason I don’t really like it is nothing to do with the music itself, or the performances. Everyone sounds great, but it’s that their sound is so repetitive, it hurts. I don’t want to listen to an hour of the same song, just redone 12 times. It’s really annoying, especially when their sound is as overwhelming or intense as it is. This is a slog to get through, and not because it’s bad, but there’s so much going on and it all sounds the same. I wish I liked this more, I really do, but this album tested my patience really badly. Ramos is a great addition to the band, though, so that’s the best part of this record. His vocals are killer stuff, but it’s just the music around him is so repetitive and overwhelming, it’s really hard to sink your teeth into it. I wish I liked it more, because in theory, this could be an album of the year contender. Maybe for a lot of people, it will be, and more power to you if it is. It’s a good album, but I feel like you have to really love this band, or deathcore itself, to really love this album. I wish I liked it more than I did, but for what it’s worth, it’s a good album, despite the major issues I have with it. Again, it’s nothing to do with the music itself, it’s more so its lack of ideas and overwhelming sound that just didn’t click with me at all.

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​Whumptober 2022 No. 5 - Running Out of Air

2002

"'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here' ... Yeah, no, forget it, I'm not going in there."

Marie took a few demonstrative steps from the tunnel Remy had chosen as an entry point for this little forbidden night trip to the famous city catacombs. Not even waist-high, dusty, the ground covered in dust and bones and other things she did not want to take a closer look at … Especially not after reading that charming warning inscribed in blood red letters onto the moldy stone tiles.

  Her overly adventurous boyfriend of course had no qualms of that kind. Switching on his headlight, he cowered down in front of the entrance, eyeing the not exactly appealing obstacles on the way to some allegedly far more interesting sights than the guided tours with excited anticipation. "Perfect. There's still some left since I was here last. We can take a couple of them home. Those sell for a fortune online. You ready, chère?" When Marie wordlessly pointed at the worrisome markings again, he threw his head back with a laugh and reached out his hand to her. "Come on. That's just some Halloween jump scare to keep grave robbers away."

  "And look how well it works," Marie commented dryly when Remy actually filled the huge backpack he'd brought with a couple of those skulls and other bones. "I'm not going. These are actual human remains, I'm not touching that. Besides, it's dark in there." She rolled her eyes dramatically when Remy straightened up again and turned on the strong lamp she was wearing on her own helmet personally. "Very cute. What if we get lost?"

  "Remy's got a map." Remy hooked the two of his fingers covered by his gloves around hers and pulled her downwards with him this time, gently enough to let go immediately if she should feel like putting up some real resistance instead of trying to only gather her courage for this whole madness still. It had sounded cool in the beginning, sure, something just as exciting as everything her partner had shown her in these beautiful weeks all across the most beautiful spots of Africa and Europe. But the lines between adrenaline and a couple of broken bones in Remy's case more often than not were alarmingly thin.

  Marie didn't give shit that what they doing here was illegal – half of what they were doing for a living in Westchester only worked because the X-Men saw certain laws more as guidelines. Wondering if certain security regulations regarding almost 200 miles of not exactly stable underground tunnels maybe existed for good reason was what put that restless flutter in her stomach. Not feeling like they were really well prepared for this trip didn't help. "You don't."

  "In here, oui." Her lover tapped his forehead with a free fingertip, still unimpressed. "Remy was in there a thousand times when he lived here. Well, 20 times, at least."

  "There could be animals in there." There were, definitely, and Marie wasn't usually squeamish about them. If she didn't happen to wade through hundreds of their nests, that was, without even being able to make out what it was, scurrying all over her skin.

  "They're more afraid of you than you are. And if we get ourselves really dirty tonight? Perfect excuse for a spa day tomorrow."

  "Ugh, fine." Somehow, that guy always knew how to tempt her. Resting for a couple of hours for a change instead of exploring nonstop, in that luxurious, exceptionally mutant-friendly little hotel right outside the city that Marie wasn't exactly sure how Remy had found or could finance but honestly couldn't care less … That sounded like a perfect idea to start saying goodbye to these wonderful weeks far from all duties, depression, and issues at home. Apart from a twinge of homesickness … Well, none of their teammates had said anything in their e-mails or occasional brief calls but Scott didn't exactly need to, to remind one of certain duties the others at Mutant High were quite alone with right now. No matter how much Remy and Marie had needed this time off after the shit show that had been the last two years, it was time to start adulting again. Maybe enjoying one or two more adventures before that wasn't the worst of ideas. It wasn't even that bad once they'd started crawling. The ground was surprisingly solid if you stayed on your knees and lower arms and kept your head up. Their lamps were strong enough to not run into any unpleasant surprises, and though Marie would of course never admit it out loud because that guy had enough of an ego already … Staring at her boyfriend's ass in tight jeans from up close for a couple of minutes or so wasn't exactly a punishment.

  The creepy shit started when they reached the almost entirely dark chamber behind that tunnel where what Remy had called the under-underground life was taking place. The walls were full of occult sprayed symbols wherever they shone their lights. In some corners, there were dozens of syringes happily rotting away. And from some room miles away Marie could swear she could hear an eerily off-key choir singing in Latin.

  "Charming. I'll give it an extra star on our travel blog for creativity. Can we go back now?"

  "Oh, but chère, we haven't even started yet." Remy enthusiastically waved her over to where he'd kicked a couple of rocks away from an even narrower-looking tunnel, steeply declining by the looks of it, meaning it was leading even deeper into the ground. "It's not far, promise," he assured at Marie's doubtful grimace. "This is where the good stuff starts. Dozens of unexplored passages. If we're lucky, we'll find something really valuable. It's safe, chère. Those walls are all stable."

  "You owe me a huge breakfast tomorrow." Shuddering, Marie followed her lover into that new pit too. It should probably worry her that this wasn't by far the weirdest or most dangerous thing she'd ever got up to since she'd mutated, and before even turning 20.

  They were almost through that second tunnel when it happened. One moment, they were busy digging their way through more remains and puffing away spider webs from their faces, coughing every now and then because the usually fairly breathable air in these tunnels seemed to weigh heavier on their lungs the deeper they went … In the next second, their ears were ringing from a huge bang and some bright light somewhere in their backs, the heat of flames following their path almost close enough to touch, followed by the ground shaking and crumbling around them.

  Remy, fortunately, had made it to the other end of the tunnel already and reacted with the lifelong trained instincts of a pickpocket, wrapping his arms around Marie's shoulders when she screamed out, freezing in confusion and shock for a moment, to pull her out of the passage with one harsh movement before the tunnel could collapse on her.

  "What the fuck?" She could hear her own voice a nuance too shrill and too loud in spite of the ringing in her ears when she'd caught her breath and scrambled to get up from where she'd come to lay so nice and soft on a certain muscular chest, which at least had spared her some bruises … But given they'd only just barely escaped death and their way back to the surface had just been blocked completely with a solid mixture of concrete and rock, that was only a small consolation. "What was that? Are they doing blastings down here? I thought you said the authorities don't know this area!"

  "They don't." Remy sat up with gritted teeth, his deeply tanned skin suddenly looking a whole lot paler in the headlight which probably wasn't just thanks to a thick layer of ash and dust, his hand rubbing over his side where he'd fallen onto some pointy piece of rock. "And they don't just blast something for fun down here. The city's underground is unstable enough. Whoever that was, that was private business."

  "But why?" Unfortunately, Marie had a feeling she already knew the answer and didn't like it one bit. Quickly searching the room they'd ended up in and finding that every single passage and tunnel leading away from it and towards a possible other exit had been blocked with massive barricades as well, wiped out the last doubts. That explained why the air down here was so bad … and would only get worse now with the last vent closed.

  "I think we pissed off a couple of people, chère." More than just a touch of bad conscience about persuading her to come here was marking Remy's suddenly very sharp, unusually somber expression. His red and black eyes kept on darting over the closed exits, his hands agitated fists by his sides.

  "Then we should give them a matching answer." Her own jaw working in irritation, Marie nodded down on the chest pocket of Remy's shirt where she always knew one of his deck of cards to be on him. With the help of her lover's kinetic powers, it shouldn't be much of an issue, to get back to the surface. And then they'd cut these assholes for good that they'd try to track down as a little side job for their boss on their holiday in the last few days.

  It had been only a vague trail; Scott hadn't even been sure they weren't chasing cold leads here in this city of romance and beauty of all places. It had rather been a suggestion to keep their eyes open for possible hideouts of these fanatic bastards who had taken one of their closest friends from them last year. Apparently, the boss man had once more proven good instincts.

  A sense of danger a little too accurate, maybe, as Remy's hesitative shake of his head made Marie realize. "Remy can't just start making holes in here, chère. I don't know what they did to the other tunnels and rooms, what's behind those barricades. And I don't like the look of that." He nodded upwards to the low ceiling that showed indeed a frighteningly deep crack or two. "Those weren't here when I saw this last. They're probably from that blast just now. I'd hate to add even more vibration to that blindly. One wrong explosion, and …" And. He didn't need to finish. The way he even started to forget to talk about himself in the third person occasionally and even more, the way his hand clenched around his thigh for a moment, the spot right below his loins where flesh met technology, said enough. Neither of them had made particularly good experiences with falling rocks.

  Marie closed her eyes for a moment and leaned back against one of the walls with crossed arms, trying her best not to let that slowly rising choke of panic in her throat take over. They'd been in worse dumpsters. They'd think of something. "Well, we won't have much time to sit around and make out if that's what you're suggesting."

  The shallow joke at least put half a grin back on her lover's beautiful broad lips. "It won't be long. Someone will come to find us."

  That sounded almost a little too certain for the fact that they hadn't even told anyone at home what they were up to, out of the not unjustified fear that Scott would personally have flown the Blackbird here immediately, arm temporarily out of commission or not, to drag them back to Westchester before they got any more stupid ideas. "No one's looking." Marie's confusion only grew when she turned her gaze towards her lover again, still busy rubbing the growing shivers of both the coldness down here and growing unease from her arms. She was pretty sure that was a blush on his high cheekbones. "What?"

  "This is the off-limits catacombs, chère. You never go off limits without backup." Remy grinned sheepishly, ducking his head when he told her in brief words about some old friend of his in the city he'd given their entry location and their estimated time of return to. Interesting. Apparently, living under the leadership of a walking rulebook and with a sharp-clawed male governess on their team, reminding Remy every now and then what would happen if he didn't look out for Marie properly, had started to take effect.

  Marie called herself stupid for her mistrust and annoyance earlier and gave her lover a grateful hug for his foresightedness. "What do you think, when will she come?"

  "Not entirely sure," he admitted, still remarkably contrite, burying his hand in her hair to pull her close to his shoulder when he felt her shake. "When she finds the barriers, she'll have to come back with a crew and tools. Midday tomorrow, probably, until they get to us."

  Marie wrapped her arms around his strong waist only tighter, clenching her teeth against the new wave of worry that tried to take hold of her. Not exactly fear yet; she'd faced far too many more dire situations for that since being part of that plenty fucked up team of freaks in Westchester. But the brief moment of hope had already turned into that uncomfortable tremor in her body again. ."We'll run out of air, Remy."

  "Down here, that doesn't happen that fast." It didn't sound entirely convinced, but he did his best to smile for her, gloved fingertips softly caressing her face, brushing back the dirtied strands of white that had slipped from her braid. "If we do get too much trouble breathing though, then I'll try the cards. Promise."

  With a reluctant growl, Marie sat down on the floor. That would hide at least that her knees were still a little unsteady. "Alright then. Still, no making out though. Pretty sure none of us had Formicophilia on their kink list."

  Remy didn't sit down, and he didn't even laugh at the stupid innuendo out of politeness. It looked untypically tense, the way he buried his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, biting his lip, then spitting out with a grimace because they'd both swallowed quite a bit of dust. "Look, I … I shouldn't have brought you …"

  "If you don't want me to ruin your other leg, you don't finish that sentence." Marie pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh. One thing that these damn last two years really had robbed her of was her patience with needless feelings of guilt. "Because if you suddenly think I'm not old enough to make my own choices, they're not entirely wrong about you robbing the cradle with me, you know."

  "Just saying, sometimes you'd be making better ones without me." He joined her with an unnerved sigh only aimed at himself, for now without touching her because he knew that angry glistening in her eyes well enough after all these months.

  "Like what? Drinking, drugs, webcam porn? Because that's what I would get up to sooner or later if I didn't have you to give my life joy."

  This time, the blush was deeper and not that awkward anymore. "I'll make it up to you anyway."

  "One more day at Disneyland before we go home. Your bill." Remy's relieved smile, in spite of his not exactly exaggerated love for repeat performances, automatically had Marie smile back and reach for his hand, something she sometimes still actively needed to remind herself of, even with the necessary caution. She wanted him to feel, not only hear, that there was nothing he should be blaming himself for and that it hadn't just been an offhand remark but a solid plan – of course, they would get out of here. They hadn't made it back from fucking space just to choke on some bone particles now. For a while, they didn't talk much, because air was a precious resource to conserve right now. Only when they both were getting a little too tired for comfort from that growing dizziness in their limbs and heads, Marie forced herself to get up again, shake her arms and legs, and crack her neck a little to not allow such dangerous weakness. They still had time, she thought, though not as much as they'd hoped maybe … But if they'd slipped and actually gave in to exhaustion now, Remy's friend and her gang would only find two very messy bodies to retrieve tomorrow. And Marie wasn't even wearing a nice set of underwear for the mortician. "That girl … Was she your client?" she finally asked just to say something because Remy was still too quiet and still for her taste, and maybe also because she really was curious.

  Her lover's past had never been of any concern to her, neither his former jobs nor whom he'd done some aspects of them with, how and how often. But there was something in the way Remy had pronounced that woman's name earlier … A very soft, very gentle kind of tone without any mirth that he usually reserved for Marie’s own pet name. After a suspicious look into her eyes to make sure there was no threatening thunder on the horizon, Remy allowed that short but very amicable smile back on his lips. "No. I was hers." Oh. That made sense. He'd been young in that brief period when he'd lived here, but not too young not to be curious, and if Marie remembered the rare information bits about the not PG-rated part of Remy's street business right, that had been quite some time before he'd started that very special kind of information and power trade of his own. Marie couldn't help but wonder, from that slightly detached, wistful look in her lover's eyes, if that occasion with that woman he was obviously recalling there in his mind had been one of these sobering experiences that had later helped him take such a practical, no-nonsense approach to this job himself.

  "She meant more to you, didn't she?"

  "We were both living in the street at that time. Anyone you protect with your life and vice versa means something more to you." Remy had fumbled out his card deck at some point in the last few minutes and tapped two Queen of Hearts together in an unnervingly uneven rhythm, small pink sparks echoing through the heavier growing air.

  Marie sat back down in front of him this time, crossing her arms on his knees and resting her chin on it, feeling the tiny little vibrations in his left thigh from restlessly working artificial muscles without surprise. "I don't like it when you lie to me, LeBeau. Especially when there's no reason to."

  "I wish I wouldn't have bought her when we first met, that's all. I didn't know at the time but she wasn't in voluntarily." Remy gratefully nuzzled against Marie's hand when she softly rested it against his cheek, her sleeve tugged forward to protect him from the hurtful effects of her skin.

  "If she didn't tell you, it's not your fault."

  "You don't go home with people who don't really want to. It's the most important code in this line of work." A kind of aggression sounded through his bright voice now not only aimed at himself, that Marie didn't hear for the first time when it came to that subject. That Remy didn't regret how he'd made the kind of living he had wanted to have back then didn't mean he ignored how many in his former business weren't given that choice in the first place. Or how difficult it was, trying to change something about those conditions.

  As much as Marie understood how bad he must be feeling for unwillingly becoming one of those people actively supporting these kinds of schemes, there was something very important he was overlooking. "You're one of probably a thousand clients who actually care that deeply about consent, Remy. Does that not count for anything?"

  "I guess …" He let out a deep sigh and breathed one of these quick kisses to one of her bare fingertips that were harmless for him, thanking her for something that had always been just as natural for her as it was for him, talking about this part of his past with people he knew he could trust. "I just wish I would ever have apologized."

  "You know, for some things, it's never too late." Scooting close to her partner again, Marie gladly snuggled under his muscular arm around her shoulder and asked him to show her one of his tricks that she never remembered how to do. She only got around to messing it up two times before Remy suddenly dropped the rest of the cards and Marie let out quite an undignified shriek because on the floor right in front of them, a bright, huge disc of light appeared.

  Through it, the shapes of two young women emerged, one of which Marie at least knew from a couple of pictures in the X-Men network, not to mention from the similarities of that girl with the thick blonde bangs with a certain former Russian housemate of hers. "Yana? How …?"

  "Principal Summers called Piotr. When he told me, I phased here immediately." The teenager eyed them both from head to toe, apparently quite amused by their less than proper appearance, while the brunette by her side stayed silent, only regarding Remy with a small headshake and a roll of her big dark eyes that admittedly, he deserved today.

  "Excuse-moi, boss man did what?" Remy was already feeling high-spirited enough again to be extremely hurt in his pride about certain people not trusting him a lot.

  Illyana shrugged. "He had an eye on your coms. When the signals were gone, Piotr sent me to where they were on the radar last. Which is where we met. Your old mole buddy here had a pretty good idea where exactly to find you." She nodded at the young woman next to her. "So, what do you guys say? Wanna get out of here? Or were you just waiting for the right moment to propose, LeBeau?"

  "Not funny." That very interesting color was back on Remy's cheeks that had Marie make a mental note about checking his pockets for any suspicious boxes from jewelers tomorrow, just to be on the safe side, because sometimes, her insane Cajun came up with what was really the weirdest ideas. "Thanks, though. I owe you guys." Once Illyana had phased them all back out to the surface through another disk, into a quiet side alley, Remy hugged the two young women enthusiastically whereupon he definitely lingered a moment too long at the taller, petite shape of his old friend, keeping her close with his hand firmly placed on her shoulder before she could possibly flee back into the shadows as quickly as she had appeared. "Remy likes to pay his dues swiftly. You two like Disneyland?"

  It turned out, they all did.

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[beomiracles]

calling them husband

I stole this idea straight from a tiktok with no shame, if y'all have seen it pls it's too cute ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

pairing; txtxfemale!reader warnings ─ none really, Beomgyu's is slightly suggestive?

YEONJUN

ᡣ𐭩 surprise would be written all over his face, this man wears his emotions on the outside (with pride).

ᡣ𐭩 asking if he heard you correctly, smirks when you tell him yes, arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer.

ᡣ𐭩 "didn't realise I had such a beautiful wife"

ᡣ𐭩 would tell all his friends about it, mention it nonstop and try and get you to call him it again. (will probably start referring to himself as it to).

ᡣ𐭩 really he's just filled with pride and joy over being able to call himself your husband.

── yeonjun had made a quick visit to the bathroom at the restaurant where he'd taken you out for dinner, celebrating your one year anniversary. Making his way around the tables back to yours he spotted a waiter standing by you. The waiter handed you a bill, which you politely declined shaking your head, "my husband is paying". Yeonjun froze in his tracks, jaw slacking and eyebrows raised, did he really hear that?

Just then you turned to him, smiling as your gaze fell on him, "oh! there he is," you beckoned him over. Yeonjun was unable to hide the surprised look on his face as he walked up to you, taking the bill from the waiter with a small nod. You stood up, interlinking your arms as you gave his cheek a soft peck.

After closing the passenger door Yeonjun walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat. Closing the door he leaned back against the cool leather, turning his head to look at you. "What was that back there?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You smile as you reapply some lipstick, "what was what?" Rolling his eyes Yeonjun leans closer, "husband? really?" Blushing you set down your lipstick and turn to look at him, "yeah, why? is there something wrong with that?"

"Certainly not," Yeonjun smirks as his hand slides to the back of your neck, claiming your lips with his, inevitably smudging the lipstick you just applied.

SOOBIN

ᡣ𐭩 would get so flustered it's unreal, probably wouldn't even look you in the eyes for a good moment.

ᡣ𐭩 would maybe even try to laugh it off a little? thinking you were probably joking either way.

ᡣ𐭩 when you tell him you meant it his heart would do a 360, unable to think of a good response.

ᡣ𐭩 secretly he loves it, the fact that you see him in that sort of light has him reeling.

ᡣ𐭩 no matter how many times you call him it his heart will always skip a beat and he'll stumble over his words.

── after a date in the park you and your boyfriend had stopped by a small bakery to get some sweets. The shop was located not far from your home and you wondered how you hadn't discovered it until now. Mouth watering as the two of you tried to choose from the many pastries. Finally you settled on chocolate cupcakes with strawberry frosting, topped with crushed almonds.

Placing the order you'd asked the cashier, "is it possible to have one of them without almonds? My husband is allergic you see." Soobin covers his noise of surprise with a cough causing you to turn and look at him, "you okay?" Nodding as his ears turn red, "y-yeah, just ...got s-something in my throat I think.."

When you sit down by the window to eat you notice your boyfriend staring down at his plate refusing to meet your gaze. The tip of his ears are still a sheer pink as he eats in silence. "Seriously, are you okay Binnie?" you ask somewhat concerned.

"Mhm," he nods as he keeps his gaze down. You pout before taking another bite out of your cupcake, "alright then..". After a moment you can't take it anymore, "is that plate really that interesting?" Soobin's gaze immediately snaps up to lock with yours for a brief moment before he's looking away again, "I..." he trails off, fumbling for words.

You giggle, "hm, I really do have the cutest husband in the world," your words almost make him choke on his cupcake.

BEOMGYU

ᡣ𐭩 cockeist of them all, would never ever let it go once you'd brought it up.

ᡣ𐭩 "me? your husband? if you insist."

ᡣ𐭩 just like Yeonjun he would tell every living soul about it, would also openly start calling you his wife.

ᡣ𐭩 he would tell you that it was obvious that you'd fall for him since he was, as he put it, "husband material".

ᡣ𐭩 he however wouldn't tell you how much it actually made his heart race, how much desire for you it filled him with and how badly he wanted to just have his way with you while you called him your husband.

── sitting together on the couch you decided to order in pizza for your movie night. Beomgyu laid between your thighs, head resting comfortably on your stomach as he flipped the remote control over in his hands. Bringing your phone up to your ear your other hand mindlessly plays with your boyfriends hair.

"─ yeah and a coke with that," you say. Waiting for the person on the other line as they ask if there's anything else you'd like. Glancing down at Beomgyu you say, "yeah hold on let me ask my husband".

Your boyfriend's head immediately snaps up to look at you from between your thighs, a grin tugging at his lips. "Do you want anything else?" Smirking, Beomgyu's hands run down your thighs, "you", he says mischievously causing you to roll your eyes, "no, we're all good".

Putting down your phone you're met with your boyfriend's lust full eyes, "what?" you say, a hint of suspicion in your voice. "Nothin'", he says, fingers playing with the hem of your pyjamas pants, "just think my wife looks extra beautiful today," his words making you blush.

TAEHYUN

ᡣ𐭩 not surprised in the slightest, he knows he's husband material.

ᡣ𐭩 might raise an eyebrow at it or smirk slightly but otherwise you wouldn't even be able to tell if your words had any effect.

ᡣ𐭩 would definitely love to be referred to as your husband. though he would probably never tell you that.

ᡣ𐭩 totally feel like he would introduce himself as your husband after that, "husband? we'll that'd be me".

── you and your boyfriend were on your way back from the movies, hand in hand the two of you crossed the street. Just as you were passing an older lady her overfilled grocery bags ripped apart making the groceries spill out over the street. The lady let out a shriek followed by a "oh dear!".

Your boyfriend however was quick to reach down and help her collect her belongings. Offering her his bag as a replacement for her broken ones. The older lady thanked him immensely over and over again and you could only watch in surprise as he helped her carry her bags over the street.

"Oh- bless your sweet soul," the lady exclaimed as she looked at Taehyun who gave her a polite nod. Her eyes drifted over toward you as she smiled, "what a lovely man you've got there". Only being able to agree you smiled, "he is isn't he, that's why I married him", you say, feeling your boyfriends intense gaze on you.

The lady seemed overjoyed with your answer and thanked Taehyun once again. On your way home your boyfriend kept glancing at you, a suspicious look on his face. "Is this your way of telling me to hurry up and propose?" he asks nonchalantly, catching you off guard almost causing you to trip.

"Maybe..."

HUENINGKAI

ᡣ𐭩 flabbergast, has probably just gotten used to being called your boyfriend and now you're calling him husband??

ᡣ𐭩 absolutely loves it, like seriously.

ᡣ𐭩 he would 100% refer to himself as your "hubby" and you as his "wifey", both ironically and unironically.

ᡣ𐭩 would make you repeat yourself 30x to make sure he actually heard you correct.

ᡣ𐭩 "you really-? me?", intense blushing "I...REALLY?"

── it's an early Sunday morning, you and your boyfriend have yet to leave your bed, and Kai is awake before you mindlessly scrolling on instagram. Tapping his favourite account to stalk, yours, he scrolls through your highlights before dropping his phone in shock.

The phone just so managed to hit your forearm and you groaned, opening your eyes slowly as you take in the frozen expression on your boyfriend's face. "What's wrong baby?" you ask frowning as you let out a yawn. Shaking his head Kai takes his phone again as if to double-check something before exclaiming, "what's this!", he turns his phone to you.

Squinting your tired eyes confusedly, "what is what?". ─ "Your bio! Why does it say...that I'm.. I'm", his voice becomes a mere whisper. Grinning as you realise that he's finally noticed your bio on instagram, "my husband?" you say, tilting your head to the side, watching as your boyfriend's mouth opens and closes a few times.

You frown, "do you not like it? I can remove─", placing a hand over your mouth Kai silences you, "it's perfect!" Seconds later he's changed his own bio to say "wifey" next to your name, blushing furiously as he shows you. "Now we're matching".

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exactly!! It's not like I went to bed at that time precisely because - as mentioned here before - It takes almost 5 years to finish responding correctly, including deleting and writing everything again and any obstacles to sending the message. and thanks for not scolding me jfkskakjsk. In fact, this information is really important! well, with the test and this information I came to the conclusion that there is a difference of 5 hours or so between us. okay, admitting this where everyone can see was not very well thought out.... ANYWAY, It's not fair, I have to be right for once, It's impossible for someone to always be right 🤨 I-.... that- that makes sense..... 😶

I'm on the way to understanding all (or almost) of them! I'm watching this track record, when I'm finally right I'm going to have a party with the theme “I was finally right”...... since you're happy I think I'll be less of a brat about it. babe I'm already wanting my third star since you gave me the first one jshskak. hmmmm, I had an idea with this spider-man thing, If you know an app called rave then you probably know what I'm discreetly asking 😶 lmao we should. okay, we'll leave this topic open, end of case *🔨🔨🔨* I didn't find the gavel that is used in court. why are you like this???kshajwkskksk I won't answer. thank you, stand-up awaits us.

but I'm not leaving sentences unfinished anymore 🤨 oh kshskaks..... right. remember your goal to keep making me smile? well, this has been achieved again. but I think now this just instigated me to want to know what these so-called “stupid things” are lmao. I think I need an example just to be sure of what I should think 👀 yes, it actually counts as me agreeing. I mean, I'm not the best person to read between the lines so your non-discreetness helps me more than I'd like to admit.

well, I'm not going to say that being called out doesn't show that there are people reading this- jshsjakakk well, I don't know what I should do now, but I don't think I'll ask for your Instagram in this case and I won't send you a message on tktk just to make sure. and I'm not thinking that this math was low! I will test it.

It would be funny if you made a reference, I understood it but then you no longer remember it lmao.

just reading this is difficult... pronouncing it is where the real problem lies. It's not usual but I'm with you, liking writing is something, but now liking grammar is something else- especially if it's from another language. It's a strange but really cool tradition, we're not going to lie here, the parties are cool. that makes sense! It's so good to feel this when you travel, feel the whole place and even the smallest details, enjoy every second and make it count. I'm glad you enjoyed your trip and your birthday. “the sounds” JSHAKAKAKNDKK It seems like you're having war memories with this 😭 yeah yeah I'm here for it! I don't know if you've ever watched strange things, but kate's personality seems a bit like robin's in terms of being an overthinker, talking nonstop, hyperactive and things like that. even the “reacts way faster than she thinks” thing. what am I seeing here, a big softie yelena???? the biggest plot twist that I created in my head right now is because yelena and kate were playing uno and she was sad because yelena made her take almost all the cards in the game. don’t you want to share how she would encourage that? 🥹

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i've been trying to reply to you for like 4 hours but life just didn't let that happen 🫠 everything's fine i'm just dramatic and easily overwhelmed as i've mentioned like 50 times at this point. basically, please forgive me if i make less sense than usual, my brain has completely shut off by now. yeah, of course not, we are in fact very speedy and i didn't spend like 3 hours on my phone today because of these messages. in fact, that information just revealed how long it actually takes me to type these things out lmao. but yeah, i agree with those results which means it'll probably be 2am for you again when i post this and hopefully you'll be asleep, not because i don't want to talk to you but because i hope you're taking care of yourself and sleeping enough. yeah, but it's fun so :) i've given you the chance to be right and yet somehow, it never happens so...that must mean i'm very clearly always right. does it? you want to expand on that for me?

i know and that makes me very happy! that...sounds like a boring theme, tbh. do i get to be invited to this once-in-a-lifetime event, though? aw, that's cute but i find it hard to believe that you'll genuinely stop being a brat 👀 wow, let me try to act surprised about this knowledge 😲 was it convincing, darling? i certainly know about this app now that you've mentioned it but i think you should be less discrete about what you're asking, just so we're on the same page 😶 i was fighting the urge to say caso cerrado and failed lmao. why am i like what? incredibly witty? incredibly obvious? i'm going to need an answer. i agree, we're already closer to being comedians than most people.

true, you're just not even attempting to answer anymore which is technically an answer. YES! thank you for not keeping this information to yourself, it's exactly what i needed to hear. oh come on, practically every sentence i write to you is one of those "stupid things", i make it very easy. an example? don't get greedy on me again, little star. i find that very difficult to believe but then again, maybe i've just been very obvious lmao. i don't think you have to try super hard to read between these lines, tbh. i've basically been exposing myself in every message.

i'm so glad you're not reminding me that i've been called out because that moment isn't going to be ingrained in my brain forever now. well, i'm not going to admit that this actually confused me but that might be because i'm tired af. i'm also not going to say that i randomly got a new follower on tktk today but since i assumed they would be messaging me first, i didn't reach out yet. i'm also not going to say that if you're not interested i won't give you my Instagram. the only reason i'm not double-checking is because i don't want to appear annoying or clingy. and i'm certainly not excitedly waiting for said message so i can talk about alpha!kate, not at all.

it would be equal parts funny and sad, tbh. the worst part is, it will definitely happen lmao.

i KNOW, it doesn't matter how much time goes by, there are still words i get self-conscious saying (like strategy) i don't think anyone genuinely likes grammar. maybe sociopaths or masochists or something. oh god, i basically just pretend grammar doesn't exist when i practice writing and spelling in french 😶 that's...a good point. i honestly can't remember the last time i went to one of those parties, though so i'll have to take your word for it. there's no way that actually made sense to you, how tf do you do it??? but yeah, i love paying attention to those small details because it makes everything else easier to remember. asdskdlg technically yes, lmao. i'll just say it goes back to why i use rubixcube instead of my actual last name. i've never seen stranger things 😶 but i'll take your word for it. this does bring me to another point though, does kate have ADHD? i go back and forth on this one, tbh. oh yeah, yelena's the biggest softie ever. a cool softie but a softie nonetheless. dghashgahda that sounds accurate af. yelena would boast about how great she is at the game until she sees kate's sad little eyes and then she'd be forced to hide +4 cards in the stack so kate could get them and use them in revenge. honestly, yelena gives me like an encouraging nod type of vibe. she'd just look at kate while she goes off on her random rant and nod along the entire time, feigning shock when she has to and smiling the rest of the time.