#and these two are fucking blEEDING OUT THEIR LOVE THATS HOW OBVIOUS IT IS

[alienaiver]

Chapter 2: inches

Chapter summary: Becoming the crown has not been easy - you’re not sure how far you’d gotten without Sugawara’s grounding support. You’re no closer to solving your father’s assassination than before and it’s wearing on you - until an endlessly kind but loud visitor reveals information that might be useful in your search for answers.

Warnings for this chapter: the mentions of parental death is still a theme and there’s some behavior that definitely does not scream self-care (not taking care of yourself)

Wordcount: 7.9k

Chapter content: fluff, sfw, fantasy AU, royalty AU, mild angst, genderneutral reader (so neutral that both men and women can also insert themselves), poc and bodytype! friendly reader, no use of y/n, intense use of ‘your majesty’ is still very much a thing, theyre very soft your honor

notes: heres chapter 2!!! so far this is personally my favorite but we’ll see if i change my mind when i finish the final chapter! i also think this chapter is far less stunted in the medieval/fantasy-inspired language use which im very proud of! its very fun to see the improvements! thank you again for reading and for all your kind comments on the previous chapter! feel free to crucify me for being seven (7) minutes late posting this, since my cat sat on my pc and made me drop my pc to the ground OwO kdjskdskf

previous ┋ series masterlist ┋ next

” It’s common for the advisor’s study to be near the crown.” You tell Sugawara as he browses his bookshelf for a certain document. He hopes you don’t see the wince he tries to refrain from doing in your presence. It’s a subject he’s been avoiding – the tower where his study lies is inconvenient at best and inaccessible at worst. Asking the crown of the kingdom to climb the winding staircase each time they want something from him seems excessive – which is exactly why it’s common for the advisor to be close to the royal quarters.

But Sugawara’s attached. This is his domain, his corner of the castle that he’s turned into his own castle. The stained-glass windows that light the desk just right in the afternoon sun and the way his tea is the perfect temperature at arrival after he has carried it freshly brewed from the kitchens locks him into place. He’ll do whatever you ask of course, but he was hoping you wouldn’t.

“Would your majesty like me closer?” he asks as he drags his pointer across files, searching for the one containing information about climate crisis laws. He hears you suck in your teeth and he has to bite his own lip at the mental image of you he has right now, you’re cute when you’re frustrated. “I often find you here, roaming, existing. Would you like to stay?” you counter him with another – unexpected – question and he finds himself biting his cheek. “I shall be where you want me, your majesty.”

He hears you flop down and is not at all surprised at the position you’ve situated yourself in on the armchair when he turns back around. Only around him do you allow yourself to sit in such improper positions, but he doesn’t seem to mind – feels lucky that you trust him so. You sigh and blow out air dramatically, puffing up your cheeks. He smiles gently at you, “I did not intend to offend, your majesty. I only meant to serve.”

You huff and look away, your arms crossed over your chest before you bite out, “and yet you avoid answering my question.”

Sugawara sighs and leans against his desk with his palms on the edge. He looks at you, “it’s inconvenient and-“

“For whom?”

He raises his eyebrows at you as you interrupt him and you elaborate, “for whom is this inconvenient? It is a very lovely space you’ve carved for yourself over the years. I would like my advisor to be comfortable as well, not just correct and proper to old customs.”

Sugawara’s been your advisor for little more than a month now, but nothing takes him more back than when you go against the customs or traditions to make him feel at ease or like he matters. He doesn’t feel worthy of such accommodations, yet you continue to throw them at him. He has to lift a hand to hide his laugh behind a palm, taken aback once again by your almost childish yet considerate and mature way of behaving.

You snicker, a triumphant smile on your lips as you straighten your back, “it’s settled then. This will be the official quarters of the royal advisor and official business not directly related to the court shall be conducted here from here on out.”

“Eh?” is all Sugawara is able to get out, eyes wide and eyebrows shot up to his hairline. You laugh and dismiss his confusion with a shake of your lifted hand, “it’s fine, Sugawara. I can see that you’re comfortable here and I’d hate to take it from you. I am serving you as much as you are serving me.”

He doesn’t agree with that sentence but he also knows when to argue with the crown.

“Well, thank you, your majesty.” He bows at you and you nod back, “it is my pleasure.”

   Your coronation went well and you’ve been the official ruler of the kingdom for four weeks. You’ve been doing a wonderful job, even if you’re sometimes fickle. He can schedule a meeting with a petitioner on Wednesday that he knows you’re aware of but suddenly you’re sword-training with the Royal Guard or riding into town on an errand for the kitchen, even if it’s never been your job to begin with. He’s had a hard time explaining to you how the errand boys rely on tasks like that for some loose coins but all you end up doing is paying the errand boy for letting you do it.

You remind Sugawara too much of your father and as much as he likes that side of you personally? It’s a nightmare professionally.

Okay, nightmare might be a stretch if he’s being honest because you feel so alive. While you have a habit of neglecting some responsibilities, you are building wonderful and deep relations to the people of your country, working up an image of a reliable and down-to-earth crown – which is needed, after the tragedy of your father’s death. It took a stronger toll on the people that any had imagined, so seeing you uplifting your kingdom is both refreshing and healing.

So he doesn’t say much to you about it. Observes you quietly from the entrance of the gardens, watching you plant seedlings with the maidens and blushing as you spar with none other than Sawamura, overthrowing him with a sword to his neck, triumphant smile on your lips. He’s embarrassed to admit that he wishes it was him, the compromising pose of your win stirring thoughts of what your lips currently look like – and how they’d feel.

                                                          ///  

 “There’re not many leads to go on, anymore. The trail ends at Kotohira, the border town near the assassination site.” Sugawara scratches his head, frustrated as he looks at the map you’ve made together. You’ve written down any leads, notes and reports and sorted through them, trying to decipher where there might be a leak you can latch onto, but nothing seems to give.

You sigh as you pull off barbs from your quill one by one and ignore Sugawara when he scoldingly shrieks out a “your majesty!” explaining how that quill was a present from Prince Oikawa of the neighboring kingdom, Seijoh. You groan and throw your head back as you drop the quill on the desk, “he’ll survive, I suppose. I believe he might be more ticked off that I didn’t respond to his condolences letter.”

Sugawara sighs and relaxes his shoulders with a kind smile, “he’s your friend, your majesty. I doubt he’s any more ticked off than worried about you.”

With a guilty expression you sigh and nod, picking at the puffed sleeve of your shirt. The velvet of your vest is hugging you nicely and the color makes your shine all the more obvious. Sugawara smiles, “I’m aware of how frustrating this is, but I assure you, your majesty, that we are doing everything possible to solve this. And hey,” he nears you and places a hand on the desk in front of you, still not daring to touch you directly, “we’ve gotten farther than I imagined we’d be able to. I’m sure more will come up when Daichi returns from his scouting.”

And he’s right, you know this. But the time you’ve been spending in this stuffed map room has started to suffocate you and set roots up through your spine. Grief doesn’t come to you easily and while the tears have made their way through you a couple of times, it still doesn’t feel real that he’s gone yet - only unfair.

You suppose that is a feeling of loss, too. You wish it was less frustrating to lose someone.

Sugawara retreats from his position over the desk and straightens his back once again to become cross-eyed looking at the gathered information. With a clearing of his throat he once again goes over the economic distributions of the Hiashi region, specifically the two villages he was assassinated in between, unable to find the faults that he’d like. After the drought, the crown spent an adequate amount of time – if not more than advised – helping rebuild. Both with a physical presence during the crisis but the monetary value sent their way wasn’t anything to scoff at either so Sugawara finds it hard to establish the connections he wants with the location of the assassination. There’s not much else to do but wait for Sawamura to return with – hopefully – new intel.

There aren’t many people involved. Besides you and Sugawara, only Shimizu, Sawamura and Azumane has been entrusted with the entirety of the investigation. With a shorter leash and fewer intel, a few guards under Sawamura have been entrusted to support the scouting missions.

 A knock on the open door is heard and you both turn your heads to see Yachi, Shimizu’s apprentice and – to Sugawara’s knowledge, lover – stand with a tray of teas. She timidly smiles and bows, “I come with afternoon tea. I-I’ve been looking for you in several locations, so I apologize for being sweaty!” she hastily says but immediately freezes after letting out the embarrassing phrase. You smile gently and beckon her closer, “thank you for going to such trouble for me, Yachi. That is very kind of you.”

Yachi smiles tersely before she enters on your demand, “I apologize if the tea is only lukewarm now, your majesty. I will happily fetch a new pot for you if needed!”

You chuckle and shake your head as you help Yachi prepare the cups, “I’m like my father in this regard, I prefer it lukewarm.” You wink at Yachi as if imposing on her a little secret, and the blush on her face is satisfying to watch. Whether it’s because the matron’s apprentice thinks you’re beautiful or simply because you’re her majesty, you’ll never know, but she’s adorable, nonetheless. Sugawara shakes his head at your behavior as he tries to take over from you. Yachi has started pouring the tea with skillful calmness and you lean back on the chair you’re situated in. “Oh! Your majesty!” she suddenly exclaims halfway through pouring the second cup, seemingly remembering a very important detail. You perk up at both the sound of your title but also the sudden loud voice she used. You nod and she sheepishly bows and apologizes for yelling in your presence. You dismiss her with a smile and she straightens her back, “a runner arrived a few short moments before I was sent here, so the matron told me to deliver the news. Emperor Bokuto is on his way from Fukurodani and will arrive within the next week.”

That perks both you and Sugawara up. No scheduled visits from anyone are in your radar for at least another month – not to mention the annual visit between the two kingdoms was completed by your father. Yachi bows and grabs the tray, “well then, I’ll return to the kitchens. Emperor Bokuto’s runner will be in the servant’s kitchens for a few more hours, I believe. Then we’ll instate him in the west quarters, if that’s to your liking for the Fukurodani Empire to rest when they arrive?”

You’re barely out of the stupor from the news, so you mindlessly dismiss her with a wave, agreeing without really knowing what you’re agreeing to. Sugawara takes over and politely thanks Yachi as he follows her to the door, telling her to say hi from Shimizu from him. As he closes the door after Yachi’s departure, he also steals a glance your way. Your underlip is worried between your teeth and your eyes look far away, like you’re not even in the room. Your body is lounged on the chair, but there’s no denying how tense you look, any care for pretenses thrown away. You’re worried.

It was early and quickly determined that the assassination of your father had nothing to do with Fukurodani – or any other empire for the matter, thanks to the few survivors. The attacker’s dialects were all from Karasuno and the few attackers that passed away or didn’t make it out was confirmed to be locals from the region in which the former crown was killed.

Early in your investigation, there was suspicions of hired contractors but it seemed highly unlikely to be the neighboring empire of which you were on such good standings with. Sugawara sighs theatrically as to call you back to the room, and you react as he expected by returning your gaze to him, “do you think…?” is all you seem to be able to get out.

Sugawara shakes his head and smiles kindly at you, walking back to his prior position on the stool next to the wall where he crosses his legs and furrows his brows, “hardly, your majesty. The relationship between us has never been better or more profitable than now. Fukurodani would do themselves a disservice to cut such a tie.”

You nod, about to zone out again so Sugawara continues, “however, I believe that Emperor Bokuto might fear that our thoughts lie there. He might just seek to rectify any misgivings.”

You smile and reach for your tea, “possibly. I guess he wouldn’t announce his arrival either if he planned for unfriendliness.”

Sugawara agrees. As he’s about to get up to reach for his teacup too, you hurry to reach for it and stretch out your arm towards him, “I hope you enjoy lukewarm tea too, I apologize I didn’t ask before I told Yachi not to fetch fresh water.” You grimace out your apology and Sugawara can’t help but feel butterflies flutter around his organs at your thoughtfulness and at the face you’re making. He gets light-headed just from knowing that he’ll probably be the only one close enough to see such reactions from you. When he reaches for his teacup in your hands, his fingers brushes yours and in a moment of electrifying excitement, you drop the teacup and you’re both brought back to reality by the sound of the fragile ceramic cup break into a thousand fragments, tea spilling onto both of your garments.

For a moment there’s complete silence as both your gazes are turned downwards to the mess you’ve made. No one moves until the door is abruptly forced open (it wasn’t locked, they had no such need to be this aggressive) as two guards come in, frantically calling for you. “Your majesty, are you alright!? We heard…!” A guardsman under Sawamura, looks at the scene before him and immediately relaxes his stance, even if he still looks tense. His partner, a smaller one with bright orange hair, does as well and laughs, “I’m so glad you’re safe your majesty!” he exclaims and you look up at the two guards in confusion.

They both hurry to straighten their backs, “we were walking past the room when we heard the crash!” the taller one explains and you nod, confusion still obvious on your face, not oblivious to the orange one’s starstruck facial expression towards you either. Sugawara tuts at them, “you can hardly call a teacup being dropped a crash. Also, you two,” Sugawara sends them a look that makes both of them tense up and the scene before you feel almost comical, “weren’t you supposed to be scouting with Daichi today?”

The small one hitches his breath and the dark-haired one looks directly at Sugawara flatly, “he told us to protect the crown instead… sir.”

Ah, Sugawara gets it now. While Sawamura always takes good care of his subordinates – and enjoys training them – these two has caused him more than enough trouble already. He probably took Tanaka and Nishinoya with him instead for the sake of the secrecy.

You start laughing as you get up and bow to the two knights in front of you, “thank you for your continuous hard work.”

Sugawara’s about to scold you for making fun of two freshly picked guards, but the way their eyes light up at your praise makes him realize that they might not be completely in on your teasing. They introduce themselves to you with straight backs and a pitch in their voices as Kageyama and Hinata. You salute them and introduce yourself as well as if they wouldn’t know your name. Sugawara shakes his head at your antics and you smile gently at the two as you put a palm up to your face to block Sugawara’s line of sight to your mouth, “I do need another protection from the two of you!” and they lean in excitedly, ready to partake any quest given by their crown. You lean in as well and in a whisper-voice tell them, “I need a new teacup for my advisor. You see, if he lacks tea, he will mercilessly make me recite laws I have yet to remember. Is there a possibility that you can call for a maid and bring about a new cup from the kitchens?”

The determination in their eyes is flawless, surprising Sugawara as well. They bow to you before they salute you, “we will return shortly, your majesty!” before they start bickering about who should exit the door first.

As they leave the room – with the door unclosed – you can hear their voices ricochet in the hallway, “did you see that, Kageyama! They spoke to me! I got to meet the crown before that stupid Tsukishima!”

You let out a chuckle, “new recruits?” you ask and Sugawara nods, “yeah. I heard they’ve been troublemakers for Daichi though.”

It makes you snort, “I can’t imagine how.”

                                                          ///  

 The days up until Bokuto’s arrival passes in a blur. Official visits from other royal entities are usually meticulously planned from every angle. Firstly, their sleeping quarters need to be of a certain standard before arrival, meals and their related purchasing and planning are done a great deal beforehand to ensure highest quality of product, entertainers and minstrels are usually called in before arrival and settled in while the royal host’s schedule is altered so their time spent with the guests are adequate and satisfactory. Sugawara hasn’t known such busy days in the name of chaos before.

Sure, his workload is usually time consuming and all-encompassing to his usual duties, but the stressful chaos in organizing all of these factors with every part of the staff drains him.

He also never really saw himself as an organizer of that sort. That was more in line with Azumane and the head servants.

Sugawara’s in his study, reading up on the agreements made between the two kingdoms. He knows them by heart – but he refuses to misspeak if any of the terms come up in front of neither you nor Bokuto himself. He’s by the bookshelf, biting the inside of his cheek mindlessly as he tries to go through his own crow’s feet of notes to make sense of them. For reasons unknown to him, you’re here as well. He’d imagined you’d be busy with fittings, but you dodge his questions when he prompts them. Your quirky behavior does not always make much sense to him, so he simply lets you stay.

“There was talk of Bokuto’s arrival later today,” you say and Sugawara merely entertains you with a hum. You sigh exasperatedly, moving around in his chair to try and gain his attention. He humors you with no such thing. “The maids are all aghast and giggling through the halls. They’re swooning every time someone mentions his name.” you peer up at Sugawara but another indifferent hum leaves him, merely to mark that he seems to notice you finished your sentence.

“Well, Emperor Bokuto is quite handsome, isn’t he?” you try, doodling random constellations down onto the parchment in front of you on Sugawara’s desk. Sugawara keeps himself from visibly frowning as he stares harder at his own scroll, “his head’s full of white and gray hair,” is the first argument that comes to him, “and he’s so full of himself.”

Before Sugawara has even realized you’ve gotten up, a hair is plucked from his head and you fall back down onto your (his) chair in a relaxed pose not befitting the crown at all, spinning the strand of his hair between your fingers, studying it, “so are yours and that’s also fairly handsome, isn’t it?”

He straightens his back and wills his blush down. Through many years of training as the royal advisor’s apprentice, he’s become good at keeping his face neutral as to not let any information slip in unfavorable situations. However, Sugawara has a weakness and you have a feeling that he might not even be aware he’s suffering from such, but his ears have a habit of showing plainly what his face skillfully hides to the public – the flushed red of them seamlessly revealing the true emotion he’s suppressing.

You pretend to study the strand with more intensity as you keep him in your peripheral vision. You almost feel bad for him. A smile plays itself unto your lips upon seeing him flustered like this.

Sugawara clears his throat and you think his annoyance can be tasted in the air, “your majesty, am I correct to consider this teasing? If so, I would like you to refrain from such on a day as today.” He tries and you sit up properly, nodding at him with a salute. He sends you an unimpressed glare before turning his gaze back to his papers, “you’re hiding, aren’t you.”

It’s not a question, but a statement.

You look pointedly at the table, deciding to study every crevice and vein of the wooden desk. You hear him sigh as he turns his entire body towards you, making a point out of dumping his papers on the corner of the desk. “Your majesty, your competence as a leader is not measured simply in battle strategies or economics, you’re aware of that, aren’t you?”

You nod and like a child, keep your eyes downward. You’re well aware that being overwhelmed by something as simple as festive arrangements will be talk between the servants – and inevitably their families, and their families and then the chain continues. You can’t keep letting Azumane stand with all of the arrangements.

But how are you supposed to know what color curtain is appropriate for royalty? This part of the crown’s weight came easily to your father as well, and a pang of longing hits you. You wish he was here to tell you which colors would absolutely offend Emperor Bokuto and which wouldn’t.

Sugawara squats down to be in the height of the table as he tries to catch your gaze. When he succeeds, you’re blindsided by the absolute kindness emanating from him and his bright eyes. You hitch a breath and feel locked in place, like by a spell.

And there it is again; the smile you’ve come to love so greatly. It’s warm, like the sun and all-encompassing, like a hug. The ones where you’re being squeezed just the perfect amount. He quietly clears his throat as if warning you that he’s about to use his soothing voice, “I know how overwhelming this is, your majesty. I believe it’s a very natural reaction to absurd circumstances. I don’t believe that we’ve had to – at any point in history – prepare for royal visits on such a short notice as this,” Sugawara reaches out for the first time during his supportive speeches to you and touches your hand. You can’t help but notice how warm and soft they are – how they compliment yours. He seems to ignore the way you flinch ever so slightly, “I believe in you.”

The words are so sincere and you can feel his encouraging energy come off of him in waves as he holds your gaze for a moment longer. Against your will you break the eye contact in favor of your heart’s longing to look at his lips. They look soft and inviting. Subconsciously, you lick your own lips and don’t notice the way Sugawara’s ears again flushes red.

You shake yourself out of your stupor before you hope Sugawara notices and straighten your back, “thank you, Sugawara. Your confidence has given me confidence.”

He hurries back up from his crouched position and clears his throat as he corrects his cravat, “that’s what I’m here for, your majesty. I would not support you if I did not believe you’d succeed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some reading to do.” As he finished his sentence he also sends you a pointed look that tells you, with no room for argument, that you have some work to do as well.

                                                        ///  

 You’re standing by the grand entrance to the Karasu Keep in an over-glamoured robe, your jewelry carefully picked by Azumane. There’s the Moonstone, gifted to you by Emperor Bokuto himself, as well as the ring his late mother had picked out for you as well, once you’d joined your father on his visits. Your pants are uncomfortably tight on your midsection and Azumane’s frustration about the length still lingers in you – he’s skillfully hidden the surplus of fabric in the brown leather boots you’re standing in, balancing on your heels as you wait for Bokuto’s arrival. Next to you, Sugawara stands in his robe too, sending you a careful smile.

Sawamura and his finest men are by the vestibule, ready to salute Bokuto with raised swords as he in very few moments will arrive. It’s been quite some years since you last met Bokuto and while nervousness doesn’t exactly explain how you’re feeling, there is tension in your shoulders.

Bokuto’s close to you in age and eight years ago when the original negotiations proceeded there had been brief talk of the two of you marrying to unite the kingdoms. Being momentarily betrothed – however short – still made your heart race even if it was all disregarded right after the talk had been on the table.

You’re ripped out of your thoughts when the sound of a horse’s hooves rounds the courtyard in rapid succession, signaling a horse in gallop. There’s whisper behind you but you’re not surprised as Bokuto rides in, all pride and fun, riding a round and sending his killer smile to the maids ready to receive him and his men. You might even witness him send a wink or two to the poor stable boys throwing him heart-eyed glances as they observe his proper riding posture as he yells out a greeting to everyone, “hey hey hey!”

As he nears you, he slows down his horse and pats its neck, keeping eye contact with you. The horse quiets down and the stable boys stand ready to receive the noble mount. Bokuto lets out an airy laugh as he greets you on his way down, “there’s no better place to ride with the wind than here in Karasuno. The wilderness and mountains perfectly help the experience!” he says, dragging a hand through his face and up through his hair before he gives you a hug. It’s a bear-hug, one you wouldn’t ever have initiated yourself with someone you’ve met so few times. But that’s also what you like about Bokuto, you think. When he pulls back he also lowers himself into a bow before reaching for your hand and giving it a kiss, “I am pleased to meet the new crown of Karasuno Kingdom. I’m so sorry for the loss of your father. He was truly a great man and crown.”

The officiality of his demeanor surprises you but you find a warm smile emanating from your face at his consideration. You nod back at him and offer your first words since he came in as a whirlwind, “thank you for your kind words, Emperor Bokuto. I am pleased to welcome you to the kingdom.”

He snickers as he levels you down, seemingly approving your behavior, “I’ve had a tedious journey, but not too long that I shall decline a wine and a talk. My men will arrive in moments with offerings and need for rest.”

You nod and raise your arm to point the attention on the servants, chamberlains and stable hands standing at the ready, “they’re all ready to accommodate any and all of your demands during your stay. Rooms have been prepared as well as hot food. You can rest easy that your men will be treated as they should.”

He nods and drags you by the shoulders, “let us go and talk, the two of us then. My fiancé shall arrive with the remaining entourage but he stopped to have a look at the local town first. I, however, was impatient.”

You throw your head back in a laugh, “I see that,” you turn your head to Sugawara and motion for him to follow you, “my advisor shall be joining us though I assure he will be no nuisance.” Sugawara trails behind you towards the courtroom where afternoon tea and refreshments has been put out as Bokuto loudly talks of his experiences with the locals on his journey.

  Bokuto clears his throat after tasting the wine and says your name in a manner that makes your shoulders tense for a moment. Then, he continues, “I am truly sorry for your loss. Your father was in no worthy measure I can articulate, meant to be crown. He both inspired and guided me when I ascended the throne just a few years back. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the burial.”

You dismiss Bokuto with a kind smile that you hope exudes forgiveness, “I know he was in your thoughts so there is no need to apologize. I’m glad he was of such importance to you and your kingdom.”

 Sugawara’s sure that Bokuto haven’t seen it, but he saw the clear shift in you at the mention of your father. Sugawara’s been by your side almost as much as Azumane has since his inauguration and he’s well aware of how stunted your grief process currently is. Grief is erratic, hard to predict but easy to push aside in favor of more manageable tasks – and you’ve had no shortages in such as the new leader of an entire kingdom. The conversation stays on your father and his deeds for a while longer until Bokuto steer them towards a heavier subject. After confirming that there’s no suspicion towards the Fukurodani Empire, Bokuto sighs a sigh of relief and hardens his eyes to start a new subject. One where Bokuto sends Sugawara a wary look, clearly contemplating whether or not he should open his mouth in front of him.

With your sharp eye, you notice this and turn your head toward him as well, “Sugawara is my most trusted ally in every aspect of both my life and work. You need not hold your breath in his presence.”

Bokuto nods at that and clears his throat, “your majesty, suspicious rumors met my ears on my travels to the kingdom. I originally journeyed to show my condolences but also to make sure our relationship did not change. Of course, I also wanted to welcome you into your role as leader and show my support of you,” he takes a sip of his wine as you nod, “through your lands I rested at inns and taverns. I enjoyed riding ahead, announcing that the emperor of Fukurodani was to arrive soon and book the rooms ahead of their coming,” he laughs at this and you think that it’s very like him to do so. After all, he does like to meet the people in a genuine fashion – especially in a country where his face isn’t necessarily known. You bet that he’s been relishing in such new kinds of attention.

“But in traveling like this, I also heard the tavern talk of genuine people. And through the duchy neighboring our borders was the first sign of brewing trouble.”

He sends you a hard gaze, “your majesty, while I’m aware you’re very new on the throne and may not have gone through all aspects of your new profession, I have a question pertaining to the economics shared between duchies.”

You raise your brows at the way he chose to phrase it but turn to Sugawara who clears his throat, “we have been looking back six years on the duchies near the assassination site.”

You nod, “exactly. Is there anything amiss in the people of my duchy?”

Bokuto crosses his arms and seem to be in deep thought, a pout forming. “There seems to be a general consensus that they’ve been cheated in the Hiashi duchy. Could it be my speech?” he seems to think the last part out loud before he deflates, “maybe I misunderstood? I do consider myself fluent in your language though.” You reach a supporting hand to his arm, “and you are, Bokuto. Can I ask you to explain in more thorough detail?”

He seems to puff up again at your praise and you hold back a snort. His heart really is on his sleeve. He continues on then, “there’s bitterness brewing towards the former crown – that he stole from them during their worst time. I remember a drought one year, isn’t that so?”

You nod at his question, “yes. My father journeyed there himself to help with emergency aid of the land and people,” you turn to Sugawara to confirm what you’re saying next, “we also lowered that specific duchy’s tax with 12 percent and have sent financial aid every year since.” Sugawara nods approvingly and you turn back to Bokuto, “I am uncertain how this lines up with such rumors.”

Bokuto winces and sucks in his teeth, “something has definitely been up. However, as soon as my entourage arrived, any and all such talks zipped. In the late hours of my night alone in a local tavern, I heard a group of men cheering to your coronation but in a mocking manner. They started whispering after that, so while I wish I could feed you more information, this is unfortunately all I have. I apologize if I have opened some unpleasant doors and that I can’t provide more.”

You nod and stare at the fruits on the table in front of you, unsure how to properly process this new information. None of this has been coming up in your investigations and your worst fears seems to be battling for your mind right now. Sugawara gets up from his stool on your right side to bow to Bokuto, “thank you, your majesty, for all of your knowledge provided. As you suspect, we’ve had investigations going on and this is vital new information for us to work with. I apologize on behalf of our crown as the grief of their fath-“ Bokuto dismisses Sugawara’s apology, “grief needs time and becoming a crown amidst all of that gives no space to do so. There is no reason to apologize for this.” You turn to Bokuto with a grateful smile and he pats your shoulder in support, “I do not intend for my entire visit to be gloom and doom. I just felt this information was important to deliver as fast as I was able. I will go to my room to freshen up before dinner. I suggest that you do the same.” He gives you a warm smile with shining eyes and you hug him as a thank you. You’re glad for the allies you’ve gotten and you have a feeling he knows more of what you’re going through than most. “I also cannot wait to introduce you to my fiancé.” he says, his eyes turning into heart shapes, his cheeks flushing a deep red. A big warm smile comes onto your face as well, “yes and congratulations with that! I do apologize a letter of congratulate wasn’t delivered but the Seven days of Mourning was proceeding when we heard the news!

Bokuto shakes his head with a smile, “you need to stop apologizing. I am looking forward to introducing the two of you. Care to show me to my room?” he holds out his arm so you can link yours to him.

 Sugawara’s walking behind the two of you as your talk turns less official and more casual. He can’t say he’s ever been jealous of royalty, knowing what a pain it can be to be forced on a pedestal whether or not you’re interested but for the first time, a seedling is growing within his organs, cursing his bloodline for making him a commoner. If only he could converse with you in moods so casual, pat your shoulder or tousle your hair in a manner without having to worry about status. He’s well-aware of his position. He knows his feelings are arrogant and that being in love with the crown of his kingdom is an unobtainable dream in any scenario. He’s always been happy just supporting you, being there for you, but seeing you with other people of the same status – who gets the privilege to treat you like a human being like he’s craving to, to ignore status and titles and jobs and hug you whenever he sees the tell-tale signs of grief pushing you to your knees. Sugawara sucks in his teeth as he decides to swallow the bile growing in his throat and get it together again.

Bokuto takes your hands in his and give them a reassuring squeeze, “do not take the stories too deep to heart, my friend. More stories throughout your land was heard as well, and I promise that you’re held in high regard.”

 Barely a second passes from the moment Bokuto’s left your side before your mask instantly melts off of your face and the worry lines appear, your underlip worried between your teeth, gaze far away like you’re not even the room while your brows are furrowed. Sugawara winces before he’s able to figure out how to get you back without touching you. The moment before he’s about to reach out to your arm, you seem to come back and shake your head as if to restart your brain and start walking down the hallway. Sugawara follows you and notices the way your hands are linked behind your back. Your current gait mirrors the way your father used to walk through the halls of the keep.

Sugawara expects you to return to your chambers, maybe wash up before you have to be refitted into the evening attire. The banquet tonight will be held to welcome Bokuto and it will surely be tiring. But you take a turn to the left through the halls instead of right to your chambers and he knows where you plan to go. He hurries his pace so he can overturn you and stand in front of you, effectively blocking your path.

“Your majesty,” he says sternly, unsure if he’s allowed to scold you in this matter. The intel that Bokuto provided is important for your stealth investigation so he understands your need to put it together with the knowledge already provided but you look exhausted.

Hurt, too.

You simply look at him, your gaze hardened and empty, emotion barren from your expression. He doesn’t budge though, as he continues, “I advise rest. I will happily write down the information and plot it into our system if you promise me to rest, your majesty.”

You almost pout but not entirely. Then, you deflate as your arms falls to your sides.

“I can’t sleep.”

Sugawara smiles, “I know it’s afternoon but maybe lying down will still do you good, your majesty.”

“No, Sugawara, I can’t sleep.” You give him a glare but there’s no bite behind it, just hope that he’ll understand what you mean. His mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape, “has this been a prior issue?”

You nod, “yeah. Sleep eludes me when I’m stressed. Asahi usually makes it easier but he’s busy.”

Makes it easier? Azumane? Sugawara swallows whatever impure thought comes into his mind before he asks, “what else will help?”

You pointedly avoid his gaze as you start to fiddle with the fabric of your pants, lip worried between your teeth. “Asahi usually holds my hand and caresses it. It’s childish, but he reads me stories too. Distracts my mind.”

Sugawara’s mind goes into overdrive. What exactly are you implying? Surely he can call a maid to help you with this, maybe someone you already trust that Azumane also trusts to do the job. He starts racking his brain about a possible candidate to do this with you. Maybe he should call on the doctor, Ennoshita? He knows you trust him after you’d gotten into an accident with a wild mare last year and he’d helped you recover. He might have some medicine. Ah, but you also shouldn’t be completely knocked out before the dinner tonight.

“Sugawara.” You say and he’s pulled back to the right now and looks at you. You seem flustered as you look anywhere but directly at him, “I’ll gladly retract my request if I am overstepping but… with my father’s untimely death I fear that I trust very few in the kingdom as of this moment. Would you…” you take in a deep breath and hold it for a few moments before you exhale slowly, “…would you mind… accompanying me to my sleeping chambers?”

Sugawara’s brain stops functioning for a moment. Without intending to he’s simply staring at you with eyes wide, mouth hanging open at the question you just asked him. It feels obscene. In all of his weeks with you he’s never been inside of your sleeping chambers – the closest he’s been is your drawing room where you’ve occasionally eaten breakfast as he prepared you for the day. Even in that room he feels like he’s overstepping, not belonging in a room such as yours. So to think that you just asked him to go in further is incomprehensible. It’s like his brain is unable to process the situation he’s suddenly put in.

“Sugawara, you are my advisor but you are also my friend. I will not hold it against you if you decline. Your comfort is equally important.”

Oh no, you think he doesn’t want to. You think you’ve made him uncomfortable – he needs to say something right away.

You stare at him for a moment more, unsure if he’s even alright before he suddenly inhales sharply after subconsciously holding his breath.

“Ah,” is all he gets out as a start and then sheepishly laugh and scratch his neck, “I’m so sorry your majesty, it seems my head took a short break. But if it helps my crown rest, I will go to the ends of the earth.”

“So you’re not uncomfortable?” you ask to make sure and Sugawara feels his cheeks heat up at your concern. He smiles warmly at you, “not at all, your majesty. You have my word.”

 Your sleeping chambers are decorated with all kinds of trinkets and items and Sugawara’s eyes have a hard time finding an anchoring point. There’s paintings and books lining every flat surface as well as small hobby items – of course, he cannot ignore the sword either, hanging haphazardly from the bed alcove’s hook. It’s one of the royal family heirlooms and your father bestowed it to you the day you became the Crown-in-Waiting. He’s only seen you spar with it a handful of times in the past but recently you’ve gotten a habit of picking it up more often.

He's not entirely sure what it means.

The servant from your drawing room excuses herself as you place yourself in the middle of the bed, getting comfortable under your silken covers. Sugawara stands awkwardly next to the end of the bed until you clear your throat, “there’s a stool over there you can bring over.” And then you settle closer to the edge of the bed, on your side so that you face Sugawara. He does as he’s told and sits himself next to your head where you reach out your hand with a timid smile, “it’s okay if you’d rather just… tell stories.” You say with your brows slightly furrowed, clearly trying to hide what you think will be imminent disappointment. Sugawara smiles and tries to confidently grab your hand so he can start running his fingers back and forth on your palm. He decides to not comment on the small yelp you let out at the moment of contact.

“Is there a certain story you’d like to hear, your majesty?” he keeps his focus on your hand, on the veins, the way your joints bend and contract with every movement he makes them do, your hand limb in what he hopes is gentle care. You don’t complain as you sigh out in contemplation, “your childhood. What was it like?”

Sugawara doesn’t even notice how his hand had stopped moving or how his head had raised itself to look at you at your sudden question. You wince, “sorry, shall I leave that subject be?”

He regains his composure and refocuses his effort back to your hand with a smile, “it’s alright your majesty, I was just taken aback is all.”

He thinks about his childhood, how his life has a distinct before and after. The distinction usually were the before and after coming to Karasu Keep but he’s realized there’s a new line in the sand.

Before and after meeting you.

He shakes his head with a small smile and opens his mouth, “my childhood’s common, for this kingdom. I grew up by the northern duchies, in Hakone, tending to rice fields with my grandparents.”

He tells you of his parents, of his little brother and how he and his childhood friend dreamt of more. “There had to be more for us out there, that’s what we kept telling ourselves.” He laughs as he reminisces all the shenanigans he did in his hometown. When he originally left to become a traveling scribe’s apprentice, a lot of the town elders joked about how there’d “finally be calm” in their little rice village.

He tells you of his mentor, your father’s advisor, of how they met when he was just shy of 11 and how your father and his advisor had saved his life on the same day they met from a burning tavern they were all sleeping in. His scribe tutor had passed in the fire and while the crown offered to get Sugawara escorted back to his hometown safely, the opportunity to go to the capital had been far more interesting to him.

You giggle at that part of the story, “is it really that boring in Hakone? I’ve heard it’s beautiful there.” You say and Sugawara chuckles, “beautiful to everyone but eight-year-old boys.”

“I was offered to become the advisor’s apprentice shortly after reaching the keep. I think he’d taken a liking to me during the travels.” He sheepishly admits and you smile warmly, “well you are very charming.”

Sugawara’s throat constricts at your compliment and you pretend that you don’t notice the way his hand squeezes yours a little too tight in surprise. He then straightens his back, “your majesty, I was under the impression that this was supposed to have helped you fall asleep.”

You shift around on your pillow with a small smile but close your eyes, “I love learning about you, so I fear the subject may have been far too interesting.”

Sugawara shakes his head, “I will gladly tell you more at another time, your majesty, if you promise me to try and get some rest.”

You sigh out comfortably, “that’s a promise, then.”

   The contribution from my cat was short this time around, however no less important:

 Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh444444444444444444444444444---

go here to be added to my taglist!

[goosefruit]

the best cure for period cramps

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, period cramps, period sex, oral, fingering, yeah thats pretty much it, i guess you can say theres fluff A/N: yall i actually dont know how to use tumblr so i hope im doing this right

================================================

"Y/N, baby? You okay in there?" Vanessa's voice rang out from down the hallway. 

You rubbed your eyes, groaning as you made your best attempt at sitting up. The clock on the wall read 11:30AM. 

For the past hour, you had been drifting in and out of sleep, the pain in your lower abdomen growing progressively more intense. It was that time of the month again, when your uterus made it impossible for you to do anything except lying in bed miserably. To make matters worse, you had ran out of painkillers again.

"Yeah. Well. Except for the part where I feel like I'm bleeding out to death." You replied with a wince as another round of dull, throbbing pain seized your body. 

Vanessa had woken up an hour ago to make the two of you breakfast, the smell of freshly made bacon evident even behind the closed bedroom door. 

"Period cramps?" She entered the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

You nodded, grimacing at how pathetic you must have looked. 

"Aw, I'm sorry you're in so much pain. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'm out of painkillers. And I'm so thirsty I'm starting to wonder if I'm evaporating on top of bleeding out."

Vanessa let out a little chuckle at that. "Wait here. I'll grab you some water."

She came back a few moments later with a cup of hot tea and a plate of bacon and toast. The food was mouth-watering, but the torturous pain was ruining your appetite to the point where you feared you might throw up if you tried to eat. 

"Do try to eat something, but I understand if you're not hungry right now." She placed the breakfast and tea down on the nightstand before joining you on the bed. "Come here my love, let me hold you."

She wrapped her arms around you and placed a gentle kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. You took small sips of the comforting tea, the warm liquid providing some momentary relief. 

"I don't mean to cross any boundaries, but..." An idea sparked Vanessa's mind. 

"..mhm?"

"A drive down to the nearest pharmacy would take at least 10 minutes. And then another 10 back. Since you're in so much pain, I do know a quick method to relieve period cramps...but it's unconventional."

"Please Vanessa, tell me. Anything."

"Orgasms." She bit her lip to avoid making a face. 

Your expression made it obvious that this was not the response you were expecting. However, you were not opposed to the idea. At all.

"Let me explain. Orgasms release dopamine, which, you know is the chemical that helps with increasing pain tolerance." She sounded like a total nerd, which you found adorable. "So if you want to, I can make you cum, maybe even multiple times. I've tried it before, and God does it work wonders," she added that last part with a blush.

"Are you sure? I don't feel exactly sexy when I'm passing blood clots from my vagina every hour."

"Baby. I would love to go down on you. The only thing you have to do is let me know if you're comfortable with it."

And that was how you ended up with your girlfriend between your legs, blood dripping down her chin as she lapped at your clit. 

"Mmm, fuck Nessa. 'M so sensitive." You whined, clutching a fistful of the sheets. Everything felt tender on your period. 

"You-- got this-- my love--" she breathed out between strokes of her tongue. "Doing so-- fucking--- good for me--"

You moaned loudly as she pushed one finger inside of your sore pussy. It slid in easily, the blood acting as extra lubricant. 

"Harder, Ness. Baby, please fuck me harder."

She pumped into you harder at your request, adding in a second finger to stretch you out. Her fingers repeatedly brushed against your gspot, and you gasped in response every single time. 

Vanessa looked so unbelievably gorgeous going down on you: loose blonde strands falling out of her usually neat ponytail, eyes gazing up at you with a combination of lust and care, blood smeared all over her face and dripping from her swollen lips. The sight was almost enough to make you climax at a glance. 

"Don't stop. Holy shit, don't stop, I'm so close." The knot in your stomach tightened.

"Cum for me Y/N," the blonde wrapped her lips around your puffy clit and brought you oh so close to the edge. "Come on my tongue and give me every last bit of your pain. Let it all go, my angel." 

Your mind was too blurry to form a single word, so the only noise you could let out was a scream as your pussy twitched around her fingers, an orgasm crashing into you with full force. Vanessa continued to draw circles on your clit with her tongue until you had come down from your high. It must had been a whole minute before the stars in your vision cleared. You smiled, both at the intensity of the orgasm, and as you noticed the lack of aching pain in your abdomen.  

"So, how do you feel?" Vanessa looked so proud of herself, pulling her fingers out and wiping her bloody chin with the back of her hand. 

"Oh my god, I fucking love you. That was mind-blowing." 

Trailing kisses up your body, she pressed her lips to yours, filling your mouth with the metallic taste of your pleasure. 

You found that the taste of your blood was oddly sexy, perhaps because the image of her covered in it, devouring your cunt, was still ingrained in your brain. 

"Want another pain reliever?"

"I'll let you know when the cramps start up again." You chuckled and pulled her in closer to deepen the kiss. 

[justcallmeaubs-blog]

Since I haven't had the motivation to make the ej and Jeff edit (I'm working on it I swear, as well as the bloody painter 🥲) I will give you some headcanons of them separately and then as a couple.

★°•Eyeless Jack•°★

Eyeless Jack probably listens to cannibal by Kesha just saying

Eyeless Jack is not as soft as other people stress him to be in my eyes. I think he is nice to people he cares about (even though he probably is still pretty quiet about it even if he really cares or respects you) but to the people either he is told to kill by slenderman or he just doesn't like he will not give two fucks

This goes two ways, if you are someone he is sent out to kill, it doesn't matter what you do he will kill you with no remorse. (unless it's a kid then he feels a little guilty but gets over it fairly fast)

On the other hand... If you are someone he has to tolerate (like another creepypasta) he won't hurt them but it will be obvious he does not like you

He will do things such as take longer to answer a question or not answer at all if someone he doesn't like asks.

But then he would answer it normally if someone he tolerates or likes. Even if it's the same question

He won't wait for the unlikable person leaves either, it would just go like: *unlikable pasta* hey do you know what time it is? EJ:............................ *Likeable pasta* hey EJ what time is it? EJ:........2.......45.......... *Unlikable pasta just standing there* ...the fuck...?

I see him as someone that would also help the injured (especially ticci toby since he can't feel pain so he probably gets regular check ups just to make sure he isn't literally bleeding out) but god forbid if someone he doesn't like gets hurt and he has to bandage them up (lets say nurse ann or doctor smile are busy) he would not only do a half ass job, he would also (depending on how mich he doesn't like them) br a lot more rough with the bandages

It's kinda hard to tell if he likes someone since he's so calm and quiet but there are some ways you can tell

One way to find out is if he will speak/text to you first (but thats pretty rare)

Another way is if he asks you to go and kill someone for kidneys. He is a pretty independent individual and he is not lazy in any way. But, if he trusts you and is too tired to go out and find a human to eat he will probably ask someone responsible. (Though if they say no he might never ask them again)

I believe he is self conscious about how he looks since he sees himself as a monster ever since he got sacrificed. He probably wears the mask 24/7.

You couldn't imagine the surprise one of the pastas got when they went to wake him up one day and he was still wearing his mask

And sometimes proxies like masky or hoodie will leave their clothes on after a long mission but that's out of exhaustion. EJ CHOOSES to do this so when he wakes up he won't have to see his face in the mirror

Because of all of this he isn't one to show you his emotions or talk about his feelings (and it would be hard to tell what he's feeling anyway)

Something that makes him feel better about himself is that Sally likes doing his nails (claws) that includes painting them, putting anything shiny on it and even trimming them.

★°•JEFF THE KILLER•°★

Let's get the basic stuff out the way

Absolute menace

Listens to metal or rock

Best friends with BEN and toby

Probably emo

Has a knife collection

He is (in my headcanon) not aroace or asexual but he does not feel love or intimacy that often. It is possible and he is (again in my headcanon) pansexual

The reason I think this is because he probably thinks "why the fuck does it matter who I'm with? As long as they don't piss me off it's fine"

Anger issues²

Alright now that's out of the way let's get started on the real stuff

Jeff and toby are the most annoying duo

They are the most clever and the most stupid duo anyone has ever seen

What I mean by this is when they pull pranks on a creepypasta they calculate everything, where they are, where they're gonna be at anytime, what they would fall for, what they would and wouldn't believe, who they trust, who they hate, everything comes into consideration for some stupid whoopie cushion prank.

But at the same time they would have a rock eating competition -_-

And when Jeff is by himself he is most likely killing or running away from something jane threw at him

He does have mental breakdowns at night and rethinks his life and how it could've turned out

By the morning though he doesn't regret anything and he goes through this cycle of "pfft why would I give a shit?" To "I'm a horrible person"

When he's on a mission none of these thoughts go through his head tho

Him and Liu do not speak unless they have too and it is kinda awkward

That's all I could think of :/

★°•EJ x JEFF•°★

This relationship would take a WHILE to bloom as they are both so different and I think they would talk but it would be so awkward (even for someone as loud as jeff)

I think the way Jeff would hint at EJ is he would continuously say things like "having a boyfriend wouldn't be so bad huh?" Or "being pansexual is cool" and ej would just....never understand

Eventually EJ would get the hint and after enough of these awkward hints he would just straight up say "if you wanna date just say so"

And Jeff would just stand there like 0_0

Either that or Jeff would get fed up with EJ not getting the hints and he would just yell at him "DATE ME PLEASE!!"

The first week of this relationship would have little to no communication because neither of them expected to get this far

Literally Nina and maybe Ben (teasing Jeff) would talk more about their new relationship than they would

Eventually EJ would ask him out (and probably give him a real beating heart as a gift T_T) and Jeff would just be like: okay 🙃👍🏻

On their first date (shockingly) EJ would do most of the talking since Jeff is horrible with serious shit

And it would be generic questions like "what do you want to do?" Or "how are you feeling?" And Jeff would have no idea what to say

After a couple of these dates they would eventually get used to each other and talk out how they feel about each other and what their boundaries are, what they're comfortable with, what they like and don't like, etc

Idk how long the relationship would last but I hope I pleased you and thank you for reading this! :D (this took me an hour lmao, I really like making these and I plan to make more in the future! Tell me if you enjoyed reading this and what character/characters you would like headcanons for next!)

[sunwarmed-ash]

Sinful Sunday: On deck- Figure You Out

okay so really the backstory of this whole fic was I got stoned and was starting to try to write and Figure You Out by VIOLA came on spotify. Less than 12 seconds into the song the angsty Steddiegrove story started forming in my brain.

Then I started thinking about how it would be cooler if Eddie performed this modified version of the song post breakup with Billy. and THEN I started thinking about who would be on tour with Corroded Coffin and because this is my fic and my obsessions I chose OG Panic! At The Disco :D

thus the steddiegrove, rydon, eddie/brendon 2000s band au fic was born

i also didn't expect to write more than the song fic haha so thats why theres only one chapter. Maybe if yall like it enough ill write more 👿

CHAPTER DROPPING THIS SUNDAY!!

in the meantime, here's a little teaser

Chicago: Punk Never Dies Tour 2005

Panic! At The Disco has just cleared the stage and their stage crew is busy setting up Corroded Coffins gear while the crowd demands a second encore. It's been a few days, since his break up with Billy, but it's still eating at Eddie. He hates that he's in such a bad mood. He loves the stage. He loves performing. But his personal life can’t get its fucking shit together and its bleeding all over his stage persona. Even two weeks later. 

He's far enough into his head he doesn't even notice there's someone in front of him until they make physical contact. 

“Eds? You good man?” 

It's Gareth. 15 years his band mate and he knows Eddie and his moods like the back of his hand. Eddie gives him a tight lipped smile. He's not. Not even a little.

“Yeah man, sorry. Didn't sleep great last night.”

Gareth smirks and rolls his eyes. 

“So I guess I should be blaming Billy then.” 

Any other day, Eddie would laugh it off. Maybe agree, flirt, or make an over the top sexual remark. But not today. Not after Billy yanked out his heart, crushed it with his boot and then pissed on it. 

“We’re done.” 

Gareth's playful face drops and he looks a little queasy. 

“S-Shit, man, I-I’m so sorry.”

“You didn't know,” Eddie says, shaking his head and slapping the back of his bandmates shoulder to indicate the end of that conversation. “Come on, gotta get warmed up.”

-

Billy is practically vibrating out of his skin. He looks like he's either going to pass out or throw up. 

“I don't wanna be here Steve,” he says for the 7th time since they arrived at the small venue, but based on the never ending mood swings and constant name dropping of his ex, it's more than obvious to Steve Billy does want to be here. Needs it actually. Steve knows Billy never should of broken up with Eddie. Even if the blonde convinces himself, poorly, he's better off without him. 

“Yes, you do. Come on, I’m right here. I’ll be right here, the whole time.”

-

The stage lights change and Eddie turns to face the crowd, still high off that last long. Evidently so are they, because the pit is still active and Eddie watches with glee as the security guards try and fail to stop it. He's arguably feeling a little bit better. Their first few songs have turned an already wild crowd feral. He makes a risky decision, and hopes it's the right one.  

“Okay so this next song is brand new. LIke, I wrote it a week ago new. And, well, it's drastically different than anything we've ever written or performed, but I don't know, what do you think guys? Think this is a good crowd for it?”

The crowd explodes and Eddie laughs, high off their approval. 

“Alright alright, ya convinced us,” he says before nodding to the band to start setting up for their new song. Gareth changes his black bass for an electric-red one, Jeff swaps his bass for the electric violin, and Mike starts up the simple, repetitive drumline with a bass boosted modification. Eddie switches his handheld microphone for a headset, eagerly waiting for his tour mate to return to the side stage.

The song starts off starts off slow, with a deep base undertone accentuated by an electric violin that Eddie thought feels so sexy once they get to the chorus. He's never performed it live before, only twice at practice before the concert tonight, but in his head it's going to be sexy. Mostly, he just had alot of feelings about one resident asshole Billy Hargrove that he needs to get out. The stage is where he healed.

[midoriyaizukustan-inactive]

"i love you," midoriya sighs, content, half of his face buried in the blanket, the other half facing todoroki.

there are bags under midoriya's eyes, most likely due to the hours of his most recent internship. they are even more pronounced than they would be, due to his paler-than-usual face. his hair is touselled both from wind and from running his hands through it. his lip is still healing from the split it suffered during training earlier in the day.

todoroki's breath still catches, because he can't help but think he looks so beautiful despite all that, especially with how the moonlight is beaming down on him, lighting him up gently.

as if midoriya needs any help being so bright anyway.

todoroki breaths out, before scooting closer. midoriya's eyes are still on him, lazily watching him all the while, and he smiles at todoroki as he moves, the one eye he can see crinkling in the corner.

todoroki does not swoon externally, but god, internally, his heart goes for an absolute loop.

now that he's closer, todoroki only hesitates a slight bit -- is it okay? am i really allowed... -- before he reaches out and combs a hand through midoriya's already ruffled hair.

midoriya closes his eyes then, humming appreciatively, and todoroki's heart squeezes.

todoroki opens his mouth, tries to say something, tries to return the sentiment, but-

...well, he's just...never been a very verbal person.

but he knows he feels the same. he knows he loves midoriya. he knows he loves midoriya like he knows the sky is blue, like he knows gravity is what holds him to the earth, like he now knows that his quirk is his alone.

he loves midoriya, is in love with him. todoroki wishes he could just say it.

as if sensing his thoughts, midoriya opens his eyes again. he still looks content, even more so with todoroki running his hands through his hair.

god, i'm so glad i can do this, todoroki thinks, losing his train of thought.

"what are you thinking about?" asks midoriya. his voice is quiet, patient. the look on his face when he's gazing at todoroki makes him feel so vulnerable, but in a second-handed sense more than first, because...

well, the look reminds him that just as todoroki knows he loves midoriya, he knows midoriya loves him as well.

"i feel the same way." todoroki says.

midoriya blinks for a moment, but then the sentence computes, and he beams at todoroki, leaning forward a bit. todoroki can see more than half of his face now.

"you mean it?" he asks, and todoroki knows he didn't say the actual words, but that doesn't seem to matter to midoriya. his heart squeezes once again.

"of course," todoroki whispers. the words are only for midoriya to hear.

midoriya looks like he's going to break his face with how wide he's smiling, and it just makes todoroki fall deeper in love.

"i- can i-" midoriya heaves out a giddy laugh. "i want to kiss you, but i'm smiling too hard to be able to."

todoroki smiles himself then as his heart lurches with adoration and fondness.

he's still running a hand through midoriya's hair absent-mindedly, but now, he stops, moving to cup midoriya's face instead.

he gazes into todoroki's eyes, the smile still on his face, eyes crinkled and full of fondness that todoroki can actually see.

todoroki leans forward and kisses his forehead, before moving to his nose, chin, cheek, temple -- any space on his face he can reach, really.

midoriya giggles at him, a small flush lighting up his face, and he smiles even wider if that was even possible.

"i love you," midoriya says again, his eyes shining suspiciously.

todoroki's heart squeezes again. instead of responding verbally, todoroki kisses his nose again.

midoriya lurches forward then, digging his head into todoroki's neck, tangling their legs together, curling around todoroki's torso like he inherently belongs there. as far as todoroki is concerned, he does.

todoroki doesn't know why he can't say it verbally. he hopes one day he'll be able to. but for now, midoriya can still read him like he always has. he knows, even if todoroki can't say it.

todoroki supposes actions always speak louder than words anyway, but still. he's just so...so glad that midoriya doesn't hold this against him at all.

midoriya hums, before kissing todoroki's shoulder. todoroki lets out a soft, small laugh before he moves his hand from the side of midoriya’s head and lifts his chin.

he's smiling still, but not as uncontrollably as before.

"can i kiss you?"

todoroki surprises himself with his own words, but midoriya just closes his eyes for a moment to compose himself as his smile widens once again, before he says, "yes, of course you can."

todoroki smiles himself then, and he knows the kiss is going to be fairly lackluster before even leaning in, considering neither of them can stop smiling enough, but it's easily todoroki's favorite kiss with midoriya yet.

they've only kissed a handful of times before this, but todoroki promises himself this certainly won't be the last.

the kiss is sweet and chaste, and their teeth end up knocking together because they can't stop smiling, just like todoroki predicted.

but midoriya laughs, brings his arms up to wrap around todoroki and cling to him, and offers him a quick kiss on the nose like todoroki had done earlier.

"what if that's how we say i love you?" midoriya asks, his voice low, his eyes bright. todorki's heart quickens. "just a kiss on the nose?"

todoroki can definitely get behind that.

he leans forward then, pressing quick kiss after quick kiss on midoriya's nose, trying to get him to understand-

midoriya laughs almost too loudly, his face flushing again. his eyes are shining so brightly and todoroki can't- his heart is literally going to start having palpitations soon.

todoroki offers him one last kiss on the nose shyly, and midoriya grins at him before offering todoroki the same treatment; chaste kiss after chaste kiss on his nose.

todoroki's heart burns to the point he’s almost concerned he’ll accidentally set off his quirk, due to how much adoration he has for midoriya, due to how much...

due to how much he loves him.

todoroki leans forward to kiss midoriya on the nose once more.

midoriya laughs, lets him, before he reaches a hand up to cup his face.

stroking a thumb along todoroki's cheek and scar, midoriya says, "i love you, todoroki-kun."

todoroki swallows thickly, lifting his own hand to hold onto midoriya's, before he hoarsely whispers out, "you can call me shouto."

midoriya blinks as he computes before another blinding smile takes over his face, and wow, todoroki should really invest in a pair of sunglasses if he's going to get to see that smile every day.

"you can call me izuku. please call me izuku," midoriya responds breathlessly, and todoroki can't-

he kisses midoriya's nose again, slotting their foreheads against each other.

having midoriya so close is a dream, todoroki thinks dazedly. his eyes are so green and bright and the intricacies of his iris leave him absolutely breathless. he can count his freckles this close, can smell the shampoo he uses. todoroki is absolutely nuts for this kind of affection, just being so close to one another.

"okay, izuku." he murmurs. midoriya's face flushes, a smile still on his face.

"can i kiss you, shouto?"

"yes." please.

midoriya leans up, and todoroki meets him halfway for another gentle kiss. this one is objectively better than the last; both are in control of their smiles this time, for instance, so no one is knocking their teeth. still, todoroki doesn’t know which one he favors. 

it's soft, and all todoroki can smell is midoriya, all he can see is midoriya, all he can taste is midoriya-

midoriya leans back, and todorki chases after him. midoriya laughs, his breath ghosting on todoroki's face, and god, he's never loved someone so much for simply breathing.

midoriya nevertheless complies with todoroki's request after his chuckles subside, kissing him back just as sweetly as before.

todoroki is in love with him. it’s all he can think about in this moment.

the kiss last longer than the previous one, but it's still too soon when they part once again.

todoroki leans up and kisses midoriya's nose in an effort to satisfy his need to just be close and affectionate with each other.

he can't say it verbally, for reasons todoroki is sure has to due with his traumatic upbringing, but he will be damned if he doesn't say it in every other way he can.

midoriya seems to understand all of that without todoroki needing to say it. he smiles at him, sleepily, softly. todoroki's heart aches with the overload of affection running through his system.

"izuku." todoroki doesn't truly have a reason to say it, but he just...he wants to get as used to the name in his mouth as possible.

"i love you too, shouto." midoriya says, his smile still there. todoroki doesn't know how he can handle it; his cheeks must hurt at this point, but then, being in pain has never stopped midoriya before...

todoroki buries his face into midoriya's hair, wrapping his arms around him, and midoriya, in turn, shuffles forward to rest his forehead against todoroki's neck.

i love you, todoroki thinks. the phrase is cycling through his system; his lungs breathe it, his neurons fire it, his veins fill with it.

i love you.

midoriya hums contently, the vibration of it echoing along todoroki's throat. he shivers but doesn't stop the small smile of his own that stretches across his face in response. 

i love you.

"goodnight, shouto."

todoroki squeezes midoriya gently, before saying, "goodnight, izuku."

i love you.

his heart does another giddy thump at saying midoriya's given name.

todoroki can feel the small exhausted-yet-excited chuckles midoriya lets out.

i love you so much.

i’m glad you understand that.

[shotorozu]

encountering a ‘pick me’ girl

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

warning : PICK ME GIRL, misogyny (?) pick me girl makes an off handed comment about your body but it’s not detailed at all

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst if you squint

note(s) : i made 2 versions of this post so,, if you’re reading this— then i probably decided that i liked this one more than the other one i made,, anyways, i used real life examples 💀

»»————-　♡　————-««

kirishima eijirou

i’d imagine that eijirou would have an idea of what a pick me girl is— i mean, there were probably 2 of those girls in middle school

but has he experienced it first hand? nahh.

though, eijirou didn’t think he’d encounter one when he was already in a healthy and committed relationship!

eijirou is practically friends with everyone— and yeah, even the most unexpected. so, he’s bound to accidentally befriend a pick me girl

him, being the nicest one out of all of the characters in this list, will still be nice to said pick me girl, despite wanting to snob them to the core

because really— you can’t really fight fire with fire in some cases

but, he can be everything but lenient when the pick me girl starts insulting you for doing certain things, and for absurd reasons too

like,, how you laugh, and how you take care of yourself (for example— if you wear makeup, or how you style your hair)

which is odd! everything about you is everything but the things the pick me girl has stated so.. he cannot stand by.

SCENARIO

the girl giggles to herself after that snide comment leaves her lip gloss coated lips. eijirou shifts uncomfortably— honestly taken aback by the anything but subtle insult that was thrown at you

“like.. seriously! it’s honestly quite superficial if you look at it like that. who the hell would put that much effort infront of your boyfriend? i’d assume they’d see everything AND everything but.. i guess not.”

you blink. superficial? now that’s a new one. the girl infront of you has been babbling insults sugarcoated in boasts the entire time, and you’re just wondering if it’s about time you guys leave but—

“well that’s unfair,” your boyfriend laughs, “i put the same amount of effort as this cutie right here,” eijirou pokes at your cheek, earning a quick laugh from you— which he can only thank the heavens for that

“but that’s different. it actually looks put together when you’re doing it, eiji.” the certain glint in her smile makes you want to wipe it right off with a dirty mop, “it’s impossible to look put together with expensive clothes, but being built like a—”

the sound of the sliding of a chair is quicker than your actions, and it easily cuts her off.

“i’m sorry, but we gotta go, it’s totally not cool of you to say those things about Y/N!”

“what? but i mean.. it’s true, right? i’m looking out for them! they’re literally out here l—”

“bye!” eijirou waves her goodbye with your hand, dismissing the sour expression on her face— as he dashes off with you

you’d question how he’s just so nice to people like that, but when he turns around, you could see the distaste in his eyes

“so that’s what a pick me girl’s like,” shaking his head, his expression lights up with such a quick manner “i’ll never make friends that are like that again!”

safe to say, eijirou’s friend list has been a a person shorter ever since that incident

bakugou katsuki

oh, so that girl’s bold bold.

if she thinks she could get away with being a not so subtle pick me girl infront of bakugou katsuki, then she couldn’t be more wrong.

it’s absolutely revolting— i mean, he hasn’t displayed any romantic feelings towards ANYONE that isn’t you.

also, they’re quite gutsy if you ask me. so congrats for having guts??

i don’t think he’d be friends with a pick me girl. he’s very selective of who he’s befriending, so it’s probably your friend that’s the pick me girl in this case

he wouldn’t know what a pick me girl would be, but he’d probably know the description of one.

over some time, he’d grow some resistance to insults directed at him, but when someone insults his s/o

oh boy. that’s not good. remember when i said that katsuki was almost like your scary and intimidating dog

this is what i mean

knows he can’t make a scene, so his first option is to be dismissive asf— but if said pick me girl literally can’t get it, he won’t be afraid of shoving some explosions into her face

because his hands are rated e for everyone

SCENARIO

“so you wanna be picked or something, is that it?” he hates how you literally have the resistance of a rock— which is something he always liked, but in this case hated. if it weren’t for you— he would’ve blasted explosions into her sorry excuse of a face until it’s beyond recognition (that wouldn’t be hero like, is what you’ve said in the past, but he disagrees.)

but seriously? ugh. he just wants to leave this horrid place, and make some dinner with you in the comfort of his home. why are you even friends with her anyway? she’s not even trying to be slick at this point.

“p-picked? i’m not understanding, katsu.”

“it’s bakugou.”

“right,” her laughter is like nails on chalkboard, “i’m just watching out for Y/N, y’know? there’s no point in wearing all of that.. on their face.” and she’s obviously referring to your obviously very well done makeup

“it’ll make your skin terrible in the long run! and really— i couldn’t really understand on why someone would wear that much, when you could survive with i dunno.. lip gloss at most?”

you would’ve actually said something as a rebuttal, but your boyfriend is quicker, and a lot more direct than anyone else in the area.

“just say you can’t do makeup and fucking scram,” katsuki’s ice cold glare finally breaks out of the act he’s been trying to hold together for you

“their makeup is fucking bomb as hell, compared to your ridiculous spider lashes, lady. come back when you’ve watched james charles’ entire fucking channel.” he harshly states in similar bakugou fashion, despite the lack of screaming.

and if you squinted hard enough, you could see tears welling up in her eyes. but katsuki tugs your hand before anything else could be said

“let’s fucking go, you need better friends.”

he makes you cut ties with all of them, and he practically scolds your terrible choice of friends— but he goes quiet when you tell him that you’ve been friends with her since middle school

“good fucking riddance. next time, i’ll punch them as soon as they say something outta line, got that?” and next time (hopefully, there won’t be a next time) you’ll actually lash out— or maybe,, you’ll let him loose for once.

todoroki shouto

now shouto might be,, socially unaware sometimes. but he can tell whenever someone’s trying to insult his s/o

like,, right away.

now— you both run into this person after a pleasant date, and she eagerly presented herself as your friend

so, her attitude catches him off guard because who’d have anything rude to say about you and towards shouto’s face? especially when it’s about something normal.

like,, wasn’t she your friend?? why is she even like this?

his hostility is very well known, so they should be scared.

he gets detached from the conversation, and he’ll immediately go cold— and shouto would probably go as far as walking away with your hand in his

doesn’t matter if he properly says goodbye or not— if a girl’s being rude to his s/o, they obviously don’t deserve his usually polite attitude. nope, that’s a luxury.

oh— and what more when they’re seeking for his validation. newsflash! said pick me girl won’t be get any from him.

SCENARIO

shouto couldn’t stop the bitterness bleeding into his mouth, when the girl in front of him continued to babble and take up the valuable time he had left with his s/o

initially, she presented herself as your friend from middle school— but as of now? she seems to be more interested in him more than you, despite knowing you first.

she’d ask him a string of obvious questions with very obvious answers, like ‘is she treating you well?’ ‘is she acting correctly?’ and questions of the sort

“oh, sorry! i’d hate to cut this conversation short, but—” you finally decide that it was about time to leave, while shouto looks pretty,, deadpanned right now, you could tell that he was gradually starting to get irritated by your friend’s words.

“wait. thats.. kind of controlling, don’t you think? do you ever let shou make decisions?”

“uh.. controlling? since when??” you question at the accusation. this girl knows nothing about your relationship dynamic, and she’s already jumping the gun and making conclusions.

your gaze snaps back to shouto, who looks just as surprised as he could possibly be.

“yeah! it clearly looks like he still wants to talk” which is an obvious lie, shouto just wants it out of here “i wonder how you managed to snag such a guy like him,” she comments with a smile that looked anything above suspicion (yet, it makes your stomach churn)

you could see the way her hand gets gradually closer to him— and frankly, you’re not sure about what she was planning to do next, “you wouldn’t need to dress all expensive and fancy, if you’re with a girl with an already classy appear—”

“i think this conversation is over,” shouto grip is firm on the wrist that was attempting to grab his shoulder, shouto makes no attempt to even look at the girl infront of him “i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not humorous. at all.”

“what?” she stammers, drawing her hand back “i-it’s obvious they don’t know how to take a joke! this is why there are barely any good w—”

shouto’s next actions knocks her speechless, his hand rests at the small of your back, before gently guiding you forward— “love, what movie are we watching later?” he says, making an effort to press a quick, yet intense kiss on your lips

“oh,” you breathe out, surprised by this action. “don’t be so tense, love.” shouto comments on how tense your shoulders have looked, ever since she started running her mouth, “now.. what movie do you want to watch tonight? comedy? thriller?”

“you pick,” you laugh at the quick shift of topic. and when you look behind you, you could see shame and defeat welling up on her face. shouto finally feels like he could smile again, the bitterness dissipating from his mouth

after shouto questions you if that was what a pick me girl was, he makes sure that you guys won’t ever encounter such thing again

“you.. don’t have more friends like that, right? if you do— we could always do another friend list cleansing.” this statement makes you laugh but shouto is anything but joking

but being reminded of his reaction to that ‘pick me’ girl does puts a smile on your face.

»»————-　♡　————-««

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

[actualbird]

Oh god!

I really love the poly headcanons they are so sweet.... (or don't but that's part of it and i think the tot boys+MC deserve all the love the world has to give).

But, liking it or not, our 4 beloved boys are kinda complicated (that's what makes them perfect). Plus I never thought about how people get in poly relationships. So i was thinking, how do you think they all get into a polyrelationship together?

(I really have no idea of how that would happen)

hi, two anons!! im glad you guys liked my nxx team polycule stuff!! i'll answer these in one go, my "headcanon" (in quotes because i think this kinda turned into a character analysis/minific of sorts HAHA) being what first anon asked, How They Get Together.

heads up, wc of this is 1.9k words long so buckle up for a bit of a read jfsjdfkjbf

because first anon, youre right!!! the boys are stupendously complicated which i love so so much but canon has also shown us clearly that each of the boys' quirks and habits and tendencies causes a lot of (mostly played for laughs) friction. the bickering, the backhanded insults, the "im the best one here" preening contests. theyre all SOOOO RIDICULOUS and it is hilarious but yep! the boys r complex!! and that means this beautiful ship, imo, has a lot of phases to get to the actual romantic relationship bit.

how they get together, in my opinion, starts because of mc.

not in the sense that she matchmakes them all, but like.

phase 1 of the nxx team polycule is this:

through being in love with her (which we all know the boys 100% are), each of the boys come to terms with their own flaws and weaknesses. it's very apparent to me in all the story thus far that these boys are flawed as hell, it's very compelling but even more compelling to me is how all of them also do intense mental gymnastics to Not Confront Those Flaws. like, marius is a dickbag always teasing and toeing the line of insincerity, vyn is a controlling mf who always tries to sway situations to his benefit, artem is so repressed to the point that he has genuine trouble with emotions, luke is a self sacrificial bastard and also a huge hypocrite about how no, actually, hes the only one that should be hiding his pain and being dishonest, no dishonesty from other people!! in the beginning of the story, all the boys have their flaws and seem to have just kinda...not addressed how those flaws are harming them and the people around them.

and then mc rolls around and they all fall in love with her. and she sees those flaws and she doesnt let them slide. she challenges the boys in her own ways to see another side of the situation, to acknowledge what theyre doing. she doesnt want to get rid of flaws, thats impossible and also not cool. she just has this beautiful hope for like, all of humanity, that goodness can prevail with the right work. so when she sees her beloved nxx boys, she believes that for them as well.

which leads to phase 2 of the nxx team polycule:

the boys, more aware of themselves, become more aware of each other.

they werent Unaware of the others of course. it's just that they didnt like...truly connect on a personal level just yet. they saw the other teammembers with their emotional armor and flaws and saw a wall that wasnt worth looking past.

but after mc makes them realize that hey, flaws arent the end of the world actually, it's alright and the person behind them may just be worth it, the boys like. end up understanding the others. A LOT OF THIS BIT IS UNINTENTIONAL, ON THEIR PARTS KJDSBFS. like they stumble into understanding each other by accident, they didnt plan it, but over the course of nxx investigations, it's inevitable that they end up seeing the depths of the others. i delve into this a little bit in my fanfic "filler eps of the lost gold" where the boys are just going thru their actions and then trip over another boy's fears or desires and through that, gain a deeper understanding mutually.

and with understanding, sometimes, comes trust.

phase 3 of the nxx team polycule goes like this:

everybody in this team, whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, has a heart that wants to give love so desperately.

marius lives in a world full of snakes so he cant have his heart on his sleeve for his own protection. vyn wants to be seen as perfect and the heart is inherently messy so he holds it back. artem for a very very long time was focused on work and success and achievement that he neglected his heart. and luke has been giving love all his life in a sense but in a way thats hidden.

all these tendencies that are brought upon their life circumstances results in this: they want to love honestly but they havent been able to do this

until mc. and all of them want to push back whatever fears or patterns their life has instilled in them because they see her and see somebody so unwaveringly good that all their hearts begin giving love to her to make her happy and to make themselves happy as well.

but heres the thing. the boys dont just see mc. by this point, they have connected and understood and come to trust each other as well, and the consequence of that is that They Can See Each Other Now Too, Truly.

and heres the thing. all of the boys are unwaveringly good as well.

one by one, each of the boys realize that what they feel for the other boys in the team starts to...change. yeah theyre all friends, they pick on each other a lot of the time, but the bedrock of the relationship is solid and strong now. but when marius is with luke, marius sees a light inside of luke so bright that he seems unaware that he gives off. when artem is with vyn, artem sees a goodness inside of vyn that hesitates to make itself obvious and known because vyn is scared of getting hurt thanks to it. all of them see the other and their goodness and, unbidden, their hearts want to give love to each other as well.

and because theyre all a bit stupid in their own way theyre like, huh, weird! wonder why this feeling is so familiar! and yet i cant seem to name it...and then they all independently compare these feeling with the feelings they have for mc, a feeling they do know the name of, and theyre like.

WAIT.

THESE FEELINGS ARE...VERY BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL FOR MC.

which only means one thing: theyve fallen in love with everybody else

marius: //goes to his studio to Think and sees that a bunch of his recent art actually had little crumbs of these feelings already, etched into the brushstrokes and scenes. has an emotional crisis about it

vyn: //records a 1 hour long entry in his audio diary to examine and gain control of his feelings but by the end of the hour all he knows is that he wants to hold these people and be held by them

artem: //quite literally just bluescreens, artem.exe has stopped working, sits at his study and slowly, slowly, thunks his head down onto his desk, valiantly trying to ignore the fast pulse of his heart

luke: //manically vents about it to peanut who, by virtue of being a bird, doesnt get it. just keeps talking at peanut to get a grasp of it all and then lies down on the floor, overwhelmed

mc, sitting in her apartment watching some netflix: ...why do i inexplicably feel as if something very, very important has just happened?

phase 4 of the nxx team polycule is basically:

pining: extreme difficulty level

because pining is already hard when ur pining for one person. what more for an additional 3 more people. and those additional 3 more people are pining back.

and all these boys are SOOOO OBVIOUS with their romantic feelings, in their own special way. the way they show their affection to mc starts to bleed into their interactions with the others and everybody can CLEARLY SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, LOL, but also all the boys are too chickenshit to confront it, because if they confront it, what will even happen??? being in love with each other, all of them, thats going to be such a complicated fucking relationship, holy shit. it's 2030, yeah, being a polyamorous group relationship isnt completely unheard of, but sue them, theyre scared.

but mc (who i forgot to mention already knows of the boys' romantic feelings for her, shes just hasnt made a move yet on any of them because SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM AS WELL and shes been trying to figure out how the hell to make that work, she cant bear to choose just one of them, she'd be heartbroken over leaving the rest of them behind) sees that the nxx investigation team is now all pining for each other FULLY and she kinda wants to laugh when she realizes whats going on because like, what are the chances? that this would happen? that they all found each other and their feelings fell into just the right place for nobody to be left behind?

theyre all scared, she can tell. and she is as well, she wont lie.

but shes always had a belief that goodness can prevail with the right work.

and love is one of the greatest goods out there.

phase 5 of the nxx team polycule:

It's Time For Communication, Baby!!!!!

the exact scenes of how this happens is a bit vague to me. it could go two ways: mc going to each of the boys independently to talk about feelings, hers about everybodys and his about everybodys as well. OR they have a fucking meeting about it all together and artem literally schedules it in his google calendar, or something.

either way, they like, actually talk about this. starts casual, maybe over a chill date, maybe over dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe over a walk in the park as the sun is starting to set. but where ever it happens, the end result is the same: a heart is laid out bare and it is taken in gentle, grateful hands.

marius: OKAY, NOW THAT THE FEELINGS ARE OUT OF THE WAY, CAN I PLEASE KISS ONE OR ALL OF YOU, PLEASE, IVE BEEN WANTING TO KISS U GUYS FOR FOREVER

vyn, laughing fondly: has anybody ever told you patience is a virtue? we quite literally just talked it all out.

marius: //needy whining noises

artem, embarrassed: ive...never kissed anybody before

luke, embarrassed but trying to play it Cool: ....same here

mc: kissing is great, you two will love it!

marius: awesome, awesome, so is ANYBODY going to give me a go ahead or WHAT????

phase 6 of the nxx team polycule:

i dont want to say it's happily ever after, once they all get together. thats not really realistic.

they all have their quirks and tendencies and habits. and those will inevitable clash against each other. theyll have their arguments, theyll get upset, theyll sulk and be angry, sometimes. but also...

theyll see each other smile and feel like their love shining so brightly. theyll reach out for another's hand and be held in such a way that makes them think that their heart is in a safe place. theyll love each other and theyll put in the work to continue loving each other. because goodness will prevail.

and they all see each other as the most good people in the world.

so whatever happens, theyll get through it together.

[gothicstay]

moon. [intro]

pairing: werewolf! felix x reader

warnings: mentions of violence, injury (arm and minor one on leg), blood but only a mention, panic/scared-ness, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hello everyone! this is the other intro for my supernatural series! the other one i wrote is called lust, and you can find it here! i’m gonna be posting a poll pretty soon so you guys can help me decide what i write first, since i couldn’t decide. it’ll be linked here! please leave some feedback in my inbox and like and reblog! all the love ❤️ (also, as stated with the other story, this will have eventual smut so you’ve been warned!!!)

———

run.

thats the only thing felix could muster himself to do. run, run as fast as he could until he could turn once the moon was full in the sky.

his arm was sore, he really couldn’t feel it at this point, but he didn’t care. he had to run, the only thing he could do at this point.

he knew it wasn’t smart to fuck with the hunters in the area, he was smart and grown enough to know this. but his own curiosity ate at him, he had to know what they looked like, what they had and especially the best way to bother them. even his best friend chris was against him doing that, and decided to not join him. really, that should’ve been felix’s sign to not go through with trashing their place with one of jisung’s trinkets they used for pranks last year, but nope; he did it and now he was running for his life.

his stamina was starting to give out, starting to wheeze a bit from the force of speed he hadn’t taken in months. he ran farther and farther into the woods, his legs scraped with bruises from the trees and things grazing him as he passed by.

felix looked behind him, and he knew they were far enough away that he could climb a tree and just rest it off, however his adrenaline was still pumping and the moon was going up in the sky, so he ran as best as he could. ran until his vision was blurred.

he rested against what felt like wood after sometime, his legs wobbly and his adrenaline finally calming down. now he realized he was in pain, and he was feeling more then tired. he knew it wasn’t a good idea to fall asleep, but he didn’t care at this point.

he held his arm gently, his eyes fluttering shut into a deep slumber.

———

you just wanted a normal night. for once, a normal night, however finding a boy behind your family’s vacation log home who was bleeding from his arm was not your idea of normal.

it, for one thing, scared you cause you thought the guy was dead. like full on dead. you almost feared stepping towards him, only doing so because you have a heart somehow and you wanted to be certain, stepping closer to see that he was breathing, albeit very shallowly. you even managed to pick up the poor fellow from the ground and bring him inside, resting him on a spare mattress.

you had found a first aid kit hidden in one of the closets, grabbing bandages, the tape and alcohol wipes to try to heal his wound as best you could. he wasn’t bleeding as badly as you thought it was, but his arm still had a deep cut, or gunshot or something — whatever it was you had to find a needle and thread and sew the sucker up yourself.

it was probably the adrenaline that helped you sew it up, mostly because you’ve never sewn up an arm before in your life - much less sew in general, you just knew how to do it from watching your relatives do it. it wasn’t the best job, yes, but he was sewn up, and now you just had to await him waking up.

now, you had a chance to really look at his face. it was a pretty one alright, freckles adorning his cheeks and nose, and his lighten brown hair reach just above his shoulders as a mullet. his features were quite soft, in comparison to the clothes he wore which were rather lazy. however, you couldn’t fully focus on what he was wearing at this point. you just stared and waited for him to wake up.

you had gotten your nose into a book about two hours prior, and notice the boy in front of you shift and groan. you almost fell out of your seat, marking your page and getting up immediately to make sure he wouldn’t move his arm.

“hey-hey, don’t move..” You say softly, gently holding him down.

the boy blinked his eyes open, his eyes searching around to figure out the area he was in. then he looked right at your eyes with unfamiliarity.

“what’s your name?” you said, helping him sit up and grabbing a water for him to drink.

“f-felix. where... where am i?” felix said, still looking around.

“you’re in my family’s log cabin, i found you outside last night.” you said.

felix looked like he remembered the night before after a moment or so, his face falling dark the scared sense. “did anyone follow you?”

“no?” you said, taken back a bit by his words. “no one was around, felix. you wanna tell me what happened?”

felix shrugged. “i messed with the wrong people, and now my arm’s hurting. i don’t think igotta make it so obvious as to who i messed with i think.”

your eyebrow arched up, confused a bit by his statement. then you noticed the tattoo. “stray wolf.... oh.”

that’s when you realized you saved a werewolf from death. not something you expected at all today.

“woah, you’re a werewolf?” you spoke to yourself. “alright then, that’s the second craziest thing that’s happened today... anyways do you need something to eat?”

you decided ignoring what you just learned until the boy had something to eat, getting him a sandwich like he had asked.

now you were intrigued. you wanted to know why he was laid against your cabin, and you were going to find out why soon enough

[carpsurprise]

bro 👁👁 if u wanna talk more abt jodi and her parenting i would LOVE to hear it :D honestly you worded it much better than i could asdmsbf ty!!

THANK U SO MUCH IVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A HOT MINUTE ok im gonna bleed this in with some of MY headcanons personally and some of the canon dialogue!! i’ll bold my headcanons so its easier to differentiate what im talkin about bopbop also this is SO long im sorry

also this makes it seem like i don’t like jodi i do!! (thats my mom in law hehe) but like... just some of the stuff she says points to deeper insecurity issues. 

so in short: this is kind of a jodi analysis.

it’s def touched upon by multiple people that she doesn’t seem happy (her dialogue is full of ‘i wants’ and ‘i wishes) but i do think that’s not entirely the case, it’s just a classic mother thing to feel sort of (lack of a better word) trapped into motherhood and her responsibilities. and i def think kent being away probably worsened that.

with kent being away she was pretty much a single mother, and as seen in sam’s canon character, he has to do a lot to make up for kent’s absence... financially and emotionally, for both her and vince. vince needs a positive male figure to look up to to inspire him to be the best he can be, and jodi needs stability and help with her own responsibilities. sam tries to fulfill all of that and even some of his marriage dialogue (and his three heart event) it definitely puts stress on him.

so, sam tries his best! but in some dialogue and sam’s heart events you can see she still gets on him for things that makes him like :/ she still views him as a child occasionally despite being a full adult who is also sorta-parenting vincent, acting as some sort of doing-good role model for him, and i believeeee he says he tries to be his best specifically for vincent’s growth.

jodi still treats vincent like a child, but she still treats him better than she treats sam often. which kinda ties into the point i made about sam being the trial/error kid. i’ve headcanoned and i’ve seen others also say that kent and jodi got married straight out of high school. u kno typical military stuff. this also kind of explains her sort of ‘trapped feeling’ dialogue since it seems like she didn’t get much time to explore the world or maybe even explore herself as an individual. caroline likes gardening, marnie loves animals to death, and robin knows woodworking/a trade but jodi... just has regular ‘housewife’ things like cooking and cleaning.

^ like this doesn’t sound like someone who had a CHOICE in what her life has turned out to be. and i think sam got the BRUNT of that.

and here ^ she’s kind of immature in some of her dialogue, esp since (like u said in ur post!!) that sam caught on to it and has reacted negatively to it. i would venture to a point and say she most likely suffered with post-partum depression for sam especially if she felt trapped with kent as she does in game. i def think that with this and in canon, sam was probably used as her guinea pig for parenting. obviously no one is a natural born mother but if kent had just gone away in the military and she had sam, i can definitely see where some resentment for kent and sam would come in... along with resentment for herself for getting herself into that situation.

which that kind of train of thought could be an explanation for some of her self-deprecating/wants and wishes dialogue. once the issues of raising sam had kinda smoothed out, and he became old enough to realize exactly what was going on with his father/the war and his mother’s reactions to that stress, she probably already figured out how to parent vincent. esp since sam and vincent seem so similar (adhd imo) what didn’t work with sam jodi was able to figure out.

but going back to how she treats sam! i do think she would still kind of hold some resentment. obviously she loves sam but she still views him as a child, despite how mature he really is... like in his marriage dialogue and his three heart event. i honestly think his whole sunshine/golden retriever boy personality is ofc true but. partially true. i think he does it as a save face for how he really feels, which is anxious (about his fathers return and vincent growing up).

but one of the first tags i put! def more headcanon-y just from the stuff i mentioned above. jodi definitely gives me the ‘weaponizes basic needs’ in an argument type of mom. u kno the whole “i feed you, you have a roof over your head, i put clothes on your back” kind of manipulation. which.. yeah jodi you should! i think she’s very insecure about herself and very anxious over her situation and is at a constant state of trying to prove to herself her own worth. like.. the only thing she is/does is be a mother so when sam (or not so often vincent) fuck up, she takes it personally because raising those two is the only thing she really does. if she sees herself as a failure there... then what as she spent her life doing (instead of travelling/having hobbies/etc)

kids naturally fuck up she learned through sam!! one of the things my mother told me all the time while growing up was that it was “her first time ever being a mother” and i think jodi would honestly... have those same thoughts. she’s tired and overworked and on top of that has to raise two boys as a ‘single mother’. i think she’d snap easily on sam from too much pressure, whether he was younger (by accident) or as he got older (on purpose). it seems like there’s little room for accidents on anyone else’s part in her house.

like sam’s four heart event. ignoring the obvious why-the-hell-are-you-handing-me-an-egg issue, sam very obviously drops the egg on accident, and jodi storms in and creates an issue out of it. which... it’s an accident. it seems out of character for sam to drop the egg on purpose and cause an issue for his MOTHER. obviously he does stuff that makes lewis mad on purpose, but he doesn’t do stuff like that to jodi. but she still gets upset over... his hand slipping.

and his ten heart event. why don’t we talk about that more often? from her dialogue its hinted at that she thought he was ... y’know... but still had said if i recall correctly!! “i’m coming in”. there was no question and it gives sam no option to tell her no. so it seems she has that kind of ‘control’ in their house where she can just invade sam’s privacy (granted.. she knocked but still) even when she thought he was doing THAT. idk i don’t like the “i’m coming in”... it seems like she is not giving sam the further consent for her to enter his room (or private space)

ok this is long i need to wrap this up but bottom line she loves her kids. of course she does! but i think sam definitely gets treated ‘worse’ and kinda has as the firstborn/oldest. jodi, with her kids, finally has some control of her life back since she is their mother and they have to listen to her. she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing still, and once one of the boys (sam) messes up she takes it as a personal attack since the One thing she does in her life is be a mother. this was very long but thank u !!!! i love doing a lil character analysis

[balkanradfem]

I've been trying to hold back and be respectful but it's time I go off against the church and it's entire bullshit.

First of all, entire point of a religion is to give human beings shared values, common qualities and virtues we agree we respect and admire, and to enable a sense of peace and calm during bad times because some almighty deity might be on our side if we ask nicely. And what does church give to us? A dying man nailed to a stick. I still can't believe we all accepted this, the symbol of the entire religion is a dead man,, nailed to a fucking stick! That's our shared value! Nailing people to sticks and calling that sacred! What in the world, and it's freaking everywhere! You wanna climb a nice hill? Dead man nailed to a stick is on top. You wanna visit cemetary? Dead man bleeding from a stick. It's in people's houses. It's on their doors. Real fucking great, just what I wanna see.

And the story behind is even more horrifying, because no, it's not enough to worship a symbol of torture and death, we should all be constantly thinking of how that man is there because we are not good enough and the psycho we call god required a man to be nailed to a stick in order to forgive us. You know, totally logical course of action. It was his son too apparently but thats just what fathers do.

The worst of it, we're all encouraged to be that man on a stick. We're supposed to admire him and how nice he is to die on a stick. We should aim to be that tortured, remind ourselves that our suffering is nothing compared to his. Real nice guilt tripping. We are encouraged to worship suffering, to desire suffering because that is the only thing that will make us good and maybe promise us nicer things - after we die. See the unwritten fallacy? If we're all supposed to suffer, there's gonna be someone who will administer the pain, in fact, lots of someones. Apparently that is just fine and also we should suffer until we die - like the man on a stick. Best religion ever.

Even when I say "we're encouraged to be like jesus" we know this only applies to women. Women are supposed to see him and undermine their own suffering bc if a man somewhere has suffered more then who is she to talk. Women are supposed to one-up jesus and get tortured to earn to be good, not that they can ever get that far, women will never be a symbol of anything but incubator according to church. So what if women suffer. We get one in bible and apparently she is so important she births a god - but we know nothing of her suffering. We don't hear abt her pregnancy even tho its supposed to be most important one ever. We don't find out what her cravings were and how badly her back hurt and how often she had to pee and what her contractions looked like and how long it took to recover from pregnancy - you know, stuff that would actually be relatable. But those are "incubator issues" we do not talk about. You can be the only valuable woman in the world and yet you don't matter enough for your struggles to be mentioned.

While women are supposed to be like jesus, m*n are supposed to pretend to share the same values so women would think they have something in common. A m*n will not suffer for a woman no matter how much she suffers for him. It's always gonna be one sided suffering. How much of female suffering is mentioned in bible? Lmao there's not even female characters mentioned outside of sex and birth. Really fun to be a woman and be introduced to that set of values for yourself.

Spirituality and religion are supposed to enable human spirit to thrive, it should celebrate life and everything that supports life. Torture is incompatible with life. Being nailed to a stick is incompatible with life. Suffering until you die to deserve to be good is only compatible with oppression. It should have no place in religion. Cross can go suck my ass because it's not any type of good sign, it's not a symbol of life or sacred in any way it's the only way m*n can nail two sticks together bc they have no imagination. A living tree is a stronger symbol of life than two dead sticks nailed together. A woman is a stronger symbol of life. Her womb, the most powerful. How is it possible that it's one thing religion refuses to acknowledge? Because if it's not at male disposal it might as well not exist.

 So, I have demands for the church and I'm not asking for too much. First, remove the man on the stick from everywhere. We had enough of your fetish of necrophilia and naked bodies being crucified. Glorification of death and torture is too obvious and you can't hide that's what it is anymore. Second, stop denying that only gods are women. We literally create people from scratch. In our wombs. We're not having some male deity taking credit. We are responsible for creation of entire human population. We should be addressed as creators.

Third, apologize for destroying evidence and sacred shrines for our gods of nature. We used to worship life. We used to celebrate trees, the sun, the wind, the rain and the soil. We used to have festivals of spring and winter and goddesses of dance and love. We used to celebrate everything that gave us life. Water and forests were sacred. We gave glory to the movements of sun which determined our daylight and our gardens. It was fulfilling. It made sense. We were doing all the right things. You had no right to take this from us. I want it all back.

[the-rawr-ster]

Words for Proheroes, UA staff, and All For One

Warning: lots of cursing, minor spoilers, mentions of abuse, harsh words, and lots of yelling, and also mentions of suicide, depression, ptsd, ect.

Any of the characters I mention, I say I hate but I don’t and understand they’re human so they make mistakes. I also know they already know that I’m right and probably feel super shitty. I still want to put my two sense in.

So I made a post and some comments on tik tok about hero society in MHA. I didn’t get everything I wanted to say so here’s just a ranting dump about several characters and groups.

The only heroes actually can respect are Miruko Hawks. Let me explain why. Hawks literally called out the heros on their BS speeches. Which I really admire. He’s blunt, which is an extremely respectable trait to me in most cases. And he’s very passionate about the work he does. He cares about people but unfortunately because of how he was brought up (manga spoilers here stop before you spoil it for yourselves). Just like many of 1-A, but also very different, he was quite literally raised to be a tool used by the military for their bullshit. And I think this might have changed based on who saved him. As many of you might know, Hawks grew up in an extremely toxic environment, I won’t get into the nitty gritty deets. The one that got him out of that was Endeavor, his favorite hero. He was his favorite hero growing up. But that only goes so far. Hawks respect for Endeavor (like many of his fans) was because he wasn’t fake, he didn’t pretend to like people, he didn’t pretend to smile. Endeavor was very different from many of the other heroes (horrible father and husband though (an okay hero though, which I think is part of why Stain hadn’t killed Endeavor even though he had plenty of opportunities)). Now we haven’t seen much of Miruko as far as I know, but just from her couple of minutes on screen in the anime, we can already guess that she respected Hawks. She likes how Hawks rolls. He’s confident, laid back, and he’s not a bullshitter. And just for that I can respect her. I also think Bakugō should be the number one hero but that’s a story for another time. I also have respect for Sir Night Eye and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you why because you can figure it out.

Now let’s get down to why I fucking hate hero society. Let’s just start off with the fact that it’s almost identical to how it would be if superpowers existed. There would be quirk discrimination, there would be people that abused their powers, ect. Ect. But most of all, heros get away with anything (much like cops irl). They use violence to stop violence, which goes completely against what heroes say. And we see this with All might a lot. Heros with flashy powers get noticed more than others. YOU SENT CHILDREN TO WAR!!!! THAT IS IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM OKAY!!! THOSE CHILDREN ARE FOREVER GOING TO BE TRAUMATIZED BY THAT SHIT! And I understand that at some point they’d have experienced something, but when they chose to be heroes it was a time of piece, but then for whatever reason everything went south. Regardless, these kids brains are still developing, idk how but this will definitely change the way their brain develops. Honestly I’d be surprised if none of them ended up commiting. I don’t want them to but in their mental state they’d at least be thinking about it. I actually wrote a fic about a pro-hero commiting. I could write an essay on why heroes suck balls, but that’ll be done another time).

As much as I’d like to talk about each individual hero, I really want to talk about UA students and Staff, and why the staff sucks potato juice.

Let’s start with the obvious one, Nezu. HOW DO DOZENS OF VILLAINS INFILTRATE ONE OF THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS SCHOOLS? THAT DOESNT MAKE SENSE, obviously your security system fucking sucks. NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU ONLY HIRED ALL MIGHT BECAUSE OF HIS STATUS AS A HERO!!!! HES A HORRIBLE TEACHER!!!! AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU ALLOWED ALL OF YOUR STUDENTS TO BE PUT ON BLAST FOR MILLIONS TO SEE, talkin bout some “We HaVe SoMe Of ThE bEsT heRoeS.” THATS bullshit because y’all lost an entire child to a lizard, a magician that puts people in marbles, and a musty old man with blue flames. If y’all produce the best heroes, y’all wouldn’t have lost Bakugō in the first place. AND WHY DO YOU LET MIDNIGHT WALK AROUND WITH SEX TOYS????! And you put all of your students in one place for all the LoV to have access to them. Yes there’s security, BUT SERIOUSLY? WILL YOU EVER LEARN?????

Next, is Present Mike, I love you man but HOW DID YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE TELLING EVERYBODY AND THEY MAMA THE NAMES AND QUIRKS OF THE STUDENTS???!!!! Like Nezu may have enabled it but you could have chosen to not do it.

Aizawa, OH SIR DO I HAVE WORDS FOR YOU. I’m sure you might already know this, but you should know I know. You’re one of the worst teachers, coming to a close second to last place on my list of horrible UA staff. First of all, you hardly taught your students proper combat training. That’s one of the most basic skills every hero needs. You’re slacking dawg (sorry for the disrespect Hound dog). Secondly, HOW DO YOU CONSISTENTLY LOSE YOUR STUDENTS? HOW DO THEY ALWAYS END UP OUT OF YOUR SIGHT? Like you’re really good at hero’s stuff but you’re slacking as a teacher. And why? Why haven’t you punished Mineta yet? It’s literally as clear as a sunny day that he’s a pervert. He is consistently making inappropriate comments and sexually harassed/assaulted several of your other students, and this is outside the LoV attacks, while you were on duty. Oh and let’s not forget about you emotionally manipulating your students!!! YOUR STUDENTS!!!!!! Needless to say I have a hate love relationship because I know he cares for his students and is not prone to favoring, unlike some *cough cough* all might.

MIDNIGHT, I respect your drip and your feminism. I just hate how you were written. YOU LITERALLY WALK AROUND WITH SEX TOYS!!! What do you even do? Like what’s your job at UA? I see you so often but like, what is your purpose? I love you though, and I wish you’d step on me.

ALL MIGHT, OMG I HATE YOU ALMOST AS MUCH AS I HATE ENDEAVOR!! FAVORITISM FAVORITISM FAVORITISM!!!! OMG IT IS SO PREVELANT IN YOUR “teaching.” You treat Deku so differently from the way you treat Bakugō. And I understand that they’re different so they have to be taught differently, by HOLY HELL! You borderline cheered for Deku when he fought with Bakugō. AND YOURE A SHITTY HERO FOR THE WAY YOU TALKED TO DEKU WHEN YOU FIRST MET HIM!! What if he didn’t grab onto you? What if he did what Bakugō said and jumped? You’d be responsible for that in a sense, because you made him feel worse than he already did. I respect you for being upfront with him, and that’s not what the issue here is. Deku was clearly emotionally unstable!!! You didn’t even teach him how to use his quirk, HES BARELY EVEN 16, how does that make sense to you? Anyways moving on to my biggest pet peeve with you, YOU PUT MY BOY IN CHAINS AND A MUZZLE KNOWING DAMN WELL THAT HE WAS FUCKING TRAUMATIZE, WAY TO GOT MR.NO.1 HERO!!! WAY TO FUCKING GO!!! AND THEN EVERYONE JUST SAT THERE AND WATCHED!!!! YOU COULD HAVE HANDLED THE SITUATION BETTER!!!!! HE WAS CLEARLY NOT OKAY WITH IT!!!! DO BETTER! YOU HUMILIATED HIM IN FRONT OF MILLIONS OF VIEWERS!!! THE LoV treated him better and they didn’t even know about his trauma!!!! I have so much to say about all might, and some of them are positive too but I’ll probably do a post on that next Wednesday, but for now we’ll be critiquing. HOW DID YOU EVEN BECOME A TEACHER? I feel like there should be more qualifications than being a good hero. BUT ANYWAYS, YAK my whole deal with this man.

Those are all the UA staff I really have beef with, but I also love their characters and how they were written. Now onto my beef with some of these parents.

Mistuki: You’re really the only parent I hate. I understand Bakugō tried to hit you, but where the fuck do you think he got it from? He didn’t become violent and aggressive out of the blue. He got that shit from you. And will you please get your son some hearing aides, my ears bleed every time I have to listen to him scream. And you should’ve been more reluctant to let Bakugō stay in the dorms. And your yelling is not helping Bakugō. Ask yourself why he hates being around you? I understand that you care about him, but punishing your child by hitting them is not okay, period, wether it’s just a slap or not.

I ko: I LOVE YOU TO PIECES! I can’t hate you. I have so much respect for you, but you shouldn’t have let Deku stay in the dorms. I know you wanted him to be able to experience his dreams, and that you felt so guilty about him growing up without a quirk, but Inko, it’s not worth losing your baby over. You were right to be upset with All Might, PERIOD.

ALL FOR ONE!! I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!!!! YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF SHIGIRAKI IN A VULNERABLY STATE AND GROOMED HIM TO BE A VILLAIN!!! AND YOU KILLED HIS GRANDMA!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!! HE WAS A CHILD!!! HE WAS GRIEVING!!!! HE WAS UNSTABLE AND YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THAT!!! YOU DISGUST ME!!!!

And a big Fuck you to hero society for turning children into soldiers. A big fuck you for letting these children experience traum on that scale! A big fuck you for not saving Shigiraki! A big fuck you for being so full of shit!!!! A big fuck you for making people feel less than for being without a quirk! A big fuck your for being an overall piece of shit society!!

If you’ve made it this far, I apologize for yelling and cursing. Thank you for reading.

[novannna]

You Were the Hands That Held Me

Danissa soulmate au.  everyone has a soul mate, and any marking that appears on their skin, appears on yours.  narcissa’s pov.  Kinda angsty, but also fluffy.  

tw: self harm, and mentions of abuse kinda

wc: 2363

Narcissa stared at her arm in awe.  This was the first time her soulmate had ever drawn something on her skin.  She had felt the same cuts and bruises her soulmate had received, just like everyone else, but this was the first time her soulmate had deliberately marked her own skin.

Messy butterflies with uneven wings, and twisted antennas marched down Narcissa’s forearm.  

“Oh,” she whispered.  “Cool.”  She grabbed the nearest marked, and held it poised above the other arm, ready to reply, but thought better of it.  

She shouldn’t force her soulmate to stop their art for Narcissa.  She dropped the marker, and kept watching the thick lines as they covered her entire arm.  

That night she washed it all away in scalding hot water before her grandfather noticed.  He wouldn’t approve of Narcissa communicating with her soulmate.  

He hated the idea of How there was one person in the world, waiting just for you.  

His soulmate had died years ago, leaving him heartbroken and angry, bitter to the world.   

If Narcissa wasn’t careful, he might take the anger out on her.    

Narcissa could take it, but she didn’t want to hurt her soulmate too.  Narcissa would feel awful.  

So she tried to ignore the small flowers and butterflies her soulmate drew constantly.  Narcissa tried her very best.  

---

Years later, Narcissa wrote to her soulmate for the first time.  It was in the middle of the night, when Narcissa had felt a searing pain across her arm that looked like a red slit across her pale skin.  

Her soulmate was in trouble.  She couldn’t just stand by now. Narcissa had to do something.  

Grabbing a tissue to staunch the bleeding, Narcissa scrawled across her hand in thick ink. 

STOP

I can’t , her soulmate replied. 

Please, just hear me out, Narcissa wrote, hoping she could do enough.  Hoping she could convince the person who had drawn butterflies everywhere on their body, that maybe the world really did want them. 

please, just stay out of this

I can’t. This is my body too.  And even though I’ve never met you, you're my soulmate and I care about you. 

Fine. I’ll listen. Her soulmate's handwriting was a little shaky, but very neat, with tall, loopy letters.  

I’m guessing you’ve been having a hard time with life recently, Narcissa started. 

I guess

Do you want to be here?  Narcissa asked bluntly

There was a long pause.  I don’t know, her soulmate finally responded.  I love Earth, but the people…. I can’t stand the people. All they do is bring hate and hurt to me

I get that.  But the people don’t matter. You do.  Danna wrote desperately. 

No I don’t. I’ve never done a single good thing in my life

You have!  You’ve made me smile!  You’ve made me laugh!  

Her soulmate replied, When?  This is the first time I’ve ever talked to you

When we were younger, you used to constantly doodle little flowers and butterflies all across our bodies. I loved to watch you draw them, watch the blocky little lines appear across my body.   Danna smiled as she recalled the delicate insects she wore across her body daily. 

I thought you hated those. That’s why I stopped

No, of course not!

Then why did you erase them?

Narcissa sighed. She thought for a second, then wrote, my grandfather. He hates soulmates. If he knew I was communicating with mine, I’m afraid he would hurt me.  And doing that would hurt you. 

But… that means you could get in trouble right now!

No. I won’t, I’m fine. You are more important.  Tell me, what made you want to hurt yourself today?

I guess I’m just tired of being ignored. I’m tired of being treated like a child. I want to leave my house, but I can’t. I can’t live on my own. 

Thats okay, you shouldn’t be ignored.  You should be your own person, and if your parents cant see that, they’re idiots!!

Narcissa capped the pen, and tried to wrap her blanket around her arm, the blood slowly soaked through the fabric, staining the blanket a bright red.  How would she explain that to her grandfather?  It didn’t matter right now though.  Right now, she had to make sure her soulmate was okay.  That was her one and only goal.  Nothing else mattered.  Narcissa had the opportunity to maybe save a life right now.  That’s what she had to do.  

They aren’t.  I’m the one who’s screwing up, her soulmate replied.  I cant ever get anything right.  Im just a big mistake that shouldn't even exist.  The worlds probably better without me

THATS NOT FUCKING TRUE!  Narcissa scrawled as quickly as she could.  I dont believe it.  Not for a second.  Just by being here, you’ve made the world a better place.  Everyday, I wake up and check my body for some indicator that you’re here.  I can’t help but think about the fact that there is someone out there meant for me.  And I’m meant for someone.  

I guess…

Narcissa sighed heavily.  She had to go to bed before her grandfather woke and saw her light on.  

Are you okay?  She wrote.  Are you in any danger?  If you are, im here.  For both of us

A minute passed before the reply came.  I dont think so.  I think im better.  But… if i feel bad again, can i talk to u?  This actually really helped me.  Thank you

Narcissa smiled.  Of course!!!  Just, could u write somewhere less obvious?

Sure.  I understand.

Narcissa smiled gratefully.  How ‘bout our ankles?  That’s less obvious and easy for me to hide

She felt pressure on her right foot, and slid it out from beneath her blanket.  A smile, and little butterfly doodle greeted her eyes.  

Good night, soulmate, Narcissa wrote

Good night.  Sleep tight.  And… thank you.

Narcissa smiled.  She slid out of bed, and held her arm close to her chest while creeping to the bathroom.  Once inside, she scrubbed all of the ink off her skin, and bandaged the red slit shut.  

Narcissa and her soulmate were okay.  That was all that mattered.  Everything was alright.  At least for now.  But now was the only thing Narcissa could bear to think about.  

---

After that one night, Narcissa’s soulmate never hurt themselves like that again.  But that didn’t mean they weren’t hurting.   Narcissa could tell they were hurting themselves in other ways.  

She tried to help.  She wrote reminders every few hours, telling her soulmate to eat, and drink water.  She wrote encouraging messages, and doodled across their skin.  

But still, Narcissa would feel her stomach growl with hunger, and her tongue beg for more water.  She felt her eyes grow heavy even though she had slept almost 10 hours the night before.  Her soulmate just didn’t care, and there was nothing Narcissa could do. 

They would talk to each other constantly, ranting about their day, or commenting about something they saw.  Narcissa grew much closer to the person she had never even seen the face of. Closer to them then anyone else she had ever known.  

Even her grandfather. 

Narcissa had a very strained relationship with her grandfather.  She knew deep down he loved her, but he had a hard time showing it.  He was caught in a life of crime, and there was no way out.  

He had been an arms dealer for years, selling guns and other weapons on the black market.  He made a lot of money, but not a lot of friends.  He was a bitter old man, who took all of his anger out on Narcissa.  He had never hit her, but his words were hard enough. 

Narcissa knew she was being abused, and belittled, and manipulated, but she always ended up excusing his actions. Or even worse, sometimes she would place the blame on herself.  She knew she was in a bad situation, but it was one she was stuck in. 

Narcissa talked about him lots with her soulmate.  It turned out, they had a similar situation with their parents.  

Mistreated, abused, bullied, shamed. 

The two escaped into their skin, engrossed with each other.  They held each other right through the pain and the tears.  Though at times, both of them desperately wanted to, they held strong and never hurried themselves for fear of hurting the other. 

---

One day, the straw finally snapped for Narcissa. She was 17 now, and old enough to live her own life. Old enough to understand what her grandfather gave her wasn’t love, it was trauma.  

After he yelled at her for an hour straight because she put a book in the wrong bookshelf, Narcissa decided she had taken enough. 

Can we go?  She desperately scrawled across her ankle. Can we escape these sorry excuses for lives?

Her soulmate wrote back a few minutes later. What do you mean?

We’re old enough to live on our own. Why are we forcing ourselves to live with these people who treat us so terribly. Why don’t we just run away together?

Ok. The reply shocked Narcissa. She had been expecting them to try and convince her otherwise, make her see the absurdity. Not agree.  But Narcissa was glad they agreed. They both deserved a chance to start over. To make a life for themselves, and do it right. 

You will?

With you?  Of course I will silly. I’ve been waiting years for me to ask

When?   When can we leave?

Whenever your ready

A week, Narcissa declared, I’ll meet you in a week at Gatlon City, at the train station

Ok.   I’ll be there, I promise, her soulmate wrote. 

Me too. Narcissa grinned. She was finally escaping. Finally starting fresh. Finally leaving her grandfather to be with someone who truly cared.  Narcissa couldn’t wait.

---

Narcissa creaked the door open, cringing as the hinges squealed loudly. 

“Just where do you think you’re going?”  Her grandfather slurred from the couch. 

Shitshitshitshit, Narcissa though. She was caught.  She was never going to escape her life.

“I told you earlier this week I’m going to a friends house tonight,” Narcissa said lightly, trying to mask her terror. 

“Stop lying!”  He screamed.  “I know that’s not true, you don’t have any friends.”

Narcissa cringed.  

She breathed in deeply.  She was already leaving forever, there was no point in lying anymore.  

“Fine  I’m leaving.  For good.”  She braced herself for the rage. 

Instead, he laughed.  “You?  You're leaving?”  He scoffed.  “You would never.  You’re too scared and dependent on me.”

Narcissa drew herself up.  “No.  You’re wrong.  I’m leaving, to find my soulmate.  We’re making our own life.  Together.”

He gaped at her.  “You can’t!  You can’t go to your soulmate,” he spat.  “You’ll live a terrible life.  You’ll be tied down forever.”

Narcissa shook her head.  “No.  I won’t.  I’ll live the best life I can.  Because I’ll be happy.  I won’t live in fear anymore.  I’m sorry you weren’t meant for your soulmate, but it’s different for me.  I know them.  We are meant for each other.  I wouldn’t expect you to understand.  All you know is hate.”

“So you’re really going?”  Her grandfather’s lip curled up.  

Narrcissa nodded.  “I am.  I’m making my own life, as far away from here as possible.”

“Then go!”  He snarled.  “I don’t want you in my house if you won’t see a reason.  Go.”  He picked a book sitting next to him, and hurled it at Narcissa’s head.  

She ducked, her hair ruffling by the wind.  

She turned to him, tears in her eyes.  “Goodbye grandfather.  I’m sorry.”  She threw open the door, and fled into the night.

---

Narcissa’s heart thudded in her ears.  This was it.  This was the day she was going to meet her soulmate.  She knew she should be realistic, but Narcissa couldn’t help imagining the meeting like something out of the sappy romance novels she liked to read.  

She expected the dreary clouds to disappear, and the sun to shine out on top of them.  

She expected to know exactly who was her other half

She expected to run up, into their arms, and kiss them like she had wanted to be kissed her entire life.  

But Narcissa knew how unlikely it was.  But, a girl could hope, couldn’t she?  

She inhaled deeply.  Uncapping the pen with her teeth, she scrawled on her palm, I’m here  

Me too, her soulmate wrote back.  The familiar loopy red marks eased Narcissa.  She knew this person.  This was her soulmate.  Everything was going to be okay.  It would all be okay.  

Her eyes locked onto a girl standing near a bench, her head bent over her hand, a pen tucked behind her ear.  

Somehow, Narcissa knew.  She knew this was the person she had been searching for her whole life.  She knew that the girl was her soulmate.  

Summoning every miniscule scrap of courage Narcissa could find, she approached the girl.  

She tapped her shoulder.  “Hi,” Narcissa breathed, heart pounding.  “I’m Narcissa.  I think I’m your-”

She was interrupted by the girl throwing her arms around her tightly.  

“I’ve waited so long to meet you,” Narcissa’s soulmate said roughly, her voice thick with tears.  “I’m Danna.”  

Narcissa laughed.  She realized she was crying.  “Me too.”

“I feel like I already know everything about you,” Danna laughed.  She swiped her eyes.  

Narcissa nodded.  “I know we’re soulmates, but I want you to know I understand if you don’t want me,” she said.  “I get it- not all soulmates are really soulmates.”

She was cut off by Danna pressing her lips to hers.  “I want you,” Danna breathed.  “You're the one who I’ve trusted with every secret I’ve ever held.  You’re the one who helped me when no one else could.  You’re the one who took care of me.”  Danna held their hands up, exposing the thick identical scars that spread across their wrists.  “You are the only other person in the world who understood, and actually helped me.  You were the hands that held me.”  Danna reached her hand to Narcissa’s face, wiping away her tears.  “I want you, and no one else.”

“Me too,” Narcissa whispered.  “Me too.”

Tag list: @novissa @thepurpledragon4444  @phobidawg @janisarkisian  @rvbell @lavenderbloo @redassassin  (let me know if you want to be added/taken off!!!)

[unfortunatematchups]

(Hello is this blog dead because I haven't seen you post since February)

nope, this blog aint dead. i have it open on a browser tab as long as im online to check on any new asks and messages. im going to leave a short explanation here for those who dont want to waste their time.

weve been busy with other interests and ive gotten something like a writers block. matchup block? since im the primary writer here, theres pretty much no activity as long as im not writing. thats it. no reason, nothing to do with personal problems. just a block. 

keep reading for the real reason. you might not like it, but here it is.

im going to use these john sprites to convey my emotion so it might clear up any doubts on how im feeling. lets start with the process of how i write a match.

this is what a draft looks like. i write out how i would rant about this pairing, errors and all, then i leave it for the next day to come back to this and clean this draft into a polished, three-pointer paragraph. the thing is, im the only one doing this, so its obviously going to take long. i dont mind, i love to type and see something spawn from my effort. 

the problem? these rants are people-specific. right. whatever im rambling about in the draft, its about the ask and the ask only. it wouldnt fit if you crammed it into another ask, it wouldnt make a lick-a-sense if it was used to answer someone else. but, when i start to polish it up with clear and coherent sentences, suddenly it becomes… static. it becomes plain and simple, uninteresting and linear. think of it like youre hearing about a book from someone you know and trust versus a review. the person you know describes why the book is great with a lot of passion and love, but theres a lot of errors in delivery and some awkward bits they havent flushed out yet. 

nevertheless, its enjoying and persuasive, because you can see how they love it so much to the point where it gets them like that. they dont plan out how theyll describe the book to you word by word, because theres no need to. seeing how it gets them excited gets you excited, so you buy their faith in the book. 

what about a review? its clean, its cut, its perfect in delivery. it has a flow, introducing you to the story and overall appeal, then maybe it digs down for a spoiler or two. it gels with you in a simple fashion, doesnt quite have that connection a passionate ramble has. because its professional. 

thats what ive been making this blog to be. professional. i answer the request with a polished, pretty and perfect answer. theres no personal connection. i could take a match, swap out a couple of words, maybe cut out a bit, and it would be clear for another match. it feels static to write those paragraphs, and it progressively gets worse each time i repeat the process. im chipping away at something so close, so personal and unique into something dull and professional because i want it to look clean.

but thats my end of the problem. i dont like how it comes out, so what? people enjoy it. they must be, seeing how theres fifty three fucking asks for matchups and 73 followers. 

i wont show all the asks i have in the inbox, but ill tell you what majority, if not all of them, sound like. 

“I’m bi/pan”, “I have brown hair/eyes”, “I’m chubby/short”, “I like art/gaming/reading/writing”, “I’m shy around people I don’t know, I’m crazy around people I know”, “I’m a nerd”, “I have ADHD/Anxiety”. 

of course, there are some exceptions. not everything i say is as is, but from 50+ asks, these are what about three quarters of them sound like. there are personal differences, like music tastes and obscure hobbies, but the general gist is there. 

im not going to say anything about the sexuality orientation, because im in a friend group where majority, if not all, are not cishets. yes, people like art and gaming. 

but thats it? these descriptors are such shallow answers. i can personalise a match for you, sure, but does it feel like its right? you like gaming. so what, do you like ALL games? from FPS to Dating sims to Horror games to Sports games to Adult games? do you like ALL art? Surrealism, sculpture, comics, abstract, even those where they splash paint and call it a day? really? i dont think im asking for a lot when it comes to being specific. some asks literally just go ‘im a bi female, 5′3, i like gaming and drawing, im sometimes shy but i can be sassy at times’. 

with everyone being so similar and vague, how am i supposed to give a match i feel is right? i might as well take everyones favourite boy david elizabeth strider and talk about how he likes your art and how he likes gaming and oh isnt it so great that you two like music. 

there are some unique ones, and its pretty obvious which ones they are because ive put in more love into them. and i havent been able to do that to many asks. 

and the physical descriptions. while im sure some of the characters do have types and preferences, i dont care for appearances. i dont care if youre fat or skinny, i dont care if youre tall or short, brown hair or blonde. you being morbidly obese or morbidly skinny may affect the match depending on how i feel the characters might respond to someone with those physical traits, but they shouldnt matter. 

i dont need how you look. i dont want how you look. its shallow and unimportant. it takes up space in the ask, because you could be using it to describe your personality or interests in detail. not that youre limit to one ask, you can send in an entire fucking fourteen page essay and id match you, as long as youre telling me something i can pair you with. 

telling me youre ‘chubby’ or ‘blonde’ doesnt help visualise shit. this shouldnt be new information to you or anyone else. writing shit like ‘he loves your curves!’ or ‘she likes how short you are because it makes you cute’ is bullshit and is simply self-serving nonsense. yes, its an additional bonus if your lover likes how youre short or fat, but that shouldnt be why theyre in love with you. a paragraph based on how much they like to hold you are appreciate your body is utter fucking nonsense. you appreciate your own body, and thats it. 

i dont feel inspired when i look at some of these asks. i dont feel like i should answer any of these because a) im not obligated to, this blog is just a side hobby and b) id be writing something i dont enjoy for people who might also not enjoy it. i dont deserve to sit at my laptop and write something i feel doesnt represent my work or ideas well, and the person who im matching doesnt deserve the half-assed boring paragraph of nonsense im pulling out of my ass just to clear the inbox. 

ive taken some time away from this blog and upon receiving this ask, i wanted to use the same old excuse every other blog uses: ‘we’ve been busy, so we went on an unannounced hiatus’. 

but thats not true. with the pandemic forcing lockdowns, theres essentially nothing else for us to do. if anything, this would mean that we have more time to write. 

so there it is. my truthful answer as to why nothings coming out of this blog.

part of this is my fault. i thought that maybe i could force myself to match all those vague asks that feel like theyre about the same person, just with a couple of changes. but i cant. i wont. im not going to keep writing shit i dont like, and im not going to keep giving half-assed matches, giving characters people are at the very least sure to be okay with. 

i want to write exciting, unique and adorable relationships. i thought that with the homestuck fandom being so vast and creative, maybe i would get the chance to meet and write for a couple of people who were just so different it would make pairings id never thought of. 

but nah, it looks like everything is the same. all the anon asks start to bleed together. the responses start becoming the same. im given descriptions that sound so tame, so generalised. like somehow, youre afraid of letting me know who you are as a person. or not, perhaps you just struggle with expressing yourself. thats why youre using anon to send in your ask, isnt it? 

i turned anon on because i wanted to respect privacy. i wanted people to be able to send in each and every detail about themselves while remaining behind a mask so they could get the best match without exposing every inch of themselves on a blog. maybe that was my mistake. 

ill leave the matches open, but im only going to do the ones that interest me. but if you decide that you dont give a fuck about the quality of the match, tell me or something. i have drafts that i can just post. maybe youd like that. 

-pretty obviously, mod olio.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Wheel Of Fortune

EXO Park Chanyeol x Reader + others Characters: EXO Summary:  Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Chanyeol was head over heels for you but he was 100% in denial that you liked Kyungsoo. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: CRACK FOOL. RUN IF YOURE NOT HERE FOR THAT, jealousy, bottled emotions, fluff ending, etc.

A/N: this was TOO FLUFFY tbh. i wanted to hurt myself but it turned into fluff but oh well

let’s start at the beginning

your parents were introduced by mutual friends and started talking on the phone

okay kidding that’s too far

right

so you worked at SM

and is the maknae of a seven member coed group that debut a year after BigBang and a year before SHINee

(so 2007)

which considering the fact you were younger than Sehun by a couple of months meant you debuted at 10

just roll with it cos ITZ MY VERY SPECIFIC PLOT DMMIT

wheLP

the members were all exactly one year apart and the members from eldest to youngest,, the sequence was a guy (@ 30 yrs old), a girl (29), a guy (28), a girl (27), a guy (26), a guy (25), then you (24).

I KNOW I DONT NEED THIS BUT THIS IS HOW I IMAGINED THIS PLOT IT DMMIT

ok

since you were basically a sunbae at SM even tho u were a smol child you wanted to show your support to your hoobaes

So a day before their debut as a whole group, you, along with the eldest member of your group, who was the leader, visited EXO in the dance studio and gave moral support

You were A BIG FAN and it showed

not that you were hiding it in the first place

your leader was HIGH KEY embarrassed by you, but low key thought it was kinda cute how excited you were for this song

so dUH EXO dances growl for you

anD YOU NEARLY SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST BECAUSE OF HOW PERFECT EVERYTHING WAS

Luhan’s voice

Baekhyun’s attitude

Sehun’s resting bitch face

eeeerrrrrthing

YOU WERE ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING 

literally

and Junmyeon thought you were adOrAbLE

“I think she malfunctioned,” your leader gave a face and pushed you on the shoulder to see if you were still breathing as you let out a silent scream

“CAN YOU GUYS DO IT ONE MORE TIME”

????? 

Jongin was too out of breath to fight you

but lol u know what

they did dance again for you

BECAUSE YALL HAD THE CUTEST LIL FACE AND YOU WERE LIKE 16 SO

after that your band and exo were pretty much in one group 

like hella tight 

you were bsicly conjoined twinss

You could be at an award show and your table would be abandoned because you decided to sit with exo or vice versa

HYPING EACH OTHER WAS NOT EVEN HYPE ANYMORE BECAUSE IT WAS LIKE YOU GUYS WERE RABID OR SOMETHING WTF 

!!!!CALM!!!!!DOWN!!!!

like you + your group to them:

“thtAS MY CHILd!”

“DID YOU SEE YIXING AND HIS HIPS FUCK YOU BITCH!”

“HE WAS RUDE. THAT WAS RUDE. THAT’S NOT ALLOWED”

“GET OFF THE STAGE SLUT”

“WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP BITCH!”

“~~~that was sooooooo sOFYT”

“CHEN STFU! YOU NEED TO STOP USING THAT DAMN VOICE OF YOURS JONGDAE. THATS ILLEEEEEGAL!”

“myY HERT!”

“OPPA *cries in korean* PLESS!”

“WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY!!!!!?“

‘iN fRonT oF MY sALaD”

“PA$$ THE H01Y W4T3R”

“NO KAI. BAD KAI. STTOOOOPPPP.”

you @ baekyun

baekyun @ you

thIS IS A CHANYEOL HEADCANON BUT I LOOK AT THIS FUCKIN MORON WHO I HATE SO MUCH SOMEONE SAVE HIM FROM HIS IDIOCY

them to you + your group:

“first of all fuck, second FUCK”

“wh-- whT WHAS THAT HIP MOVEMENT. U ARE 4 YRS OLD”

“HE did t h a t.”

“NOOOOOONNNNNNNNNAAAAA ch0k3 me”

“I CANT HEAR YOU OVER U BEING SUCH A HOE”

“i cant beLIEVE THIS STADIUM IS SO QUIET” *ears are actually bleeding*

“NOt TODaY S4T4N”

“I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS”

“how does this have 300M views????? ONLY 300M I--”

“GAAAAAHHHHH WHAT WAS THAT MOVE WHT WAS IT”

“my soul has been touched”

“this is TOOOOOOOO much ma lord”

“DID YOU JUST RIP YOUR SHIRT OFF?“

“TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!”

“ASDFRTYUJM ive been shot”

ya dig

it’s not verbal abuse if they can’t hear you cause of the bass and the fact your on stage performing

but like

you guys did everything together

practiced

ate

shopped

toured

pranked

T O G E T H E R

like who else in SM mattered

SHINee who?

JK YOUWERE A SHAWOL THROUGH AND THROUGH

you reassure Minho everytime unless you wanted to die that day

YOu EVEN FANGIRLED OVER TAEMIN’s MOVE WITH MINSEOK

BUT YOU OBVI you had MORE THAN ENOUGH ROOM TO BE AN EXO-L and an elf and a cassie and a so-won and DONT FOrget a vip and a---

you get the point

ANYWAY

as you were close with everyone you had a special bond with every individual

YALL STILL TEXT WITH YA BOY KRIS

yOU WENT ON A SHOW IN CHINA WITH LUHAN

TAO LEAVES PUKE COMMENTS ON YOUR INSTA POSTS

my ot12

and as much as you say you are equally close with everyone

errbody knows that be bull the size of russia

yall caNNOT dENy that you and chanyeol have the same crack powder on your philtrums

LIKE KYUNGSOO CANNOT LIVE WHEN YOU TWO ARE TOGETHER

LET HIM LIVEEEEEE

this moment must never die

ya boy be mindin his own business then

BAM BITCH

you and chanyeol be makin D.O. cray af

rest assured he HAS thought of how he’d kill both of you

ANd that’s why chanyeol loves you

like he decided he liked you the moment you lost your breath laughing when he threw a rubber duck at Kyunggsoo’s head, making it squeak in the most demented way no one thought possible

but he knew he loved you when you helped him lighten up on one of his dark days

you had that kind of effect on people

i mean all you did was sit down with him, both of your backs leaned up against each other’s, head occasionally leaning against the other’s head or shoulder, and played some nothings on the guitar and ukulele

but that was more than enough

you were there with him

and that’s what mattered

But literally the moment he accepted his feelings for you

he began to notice something he felt 100000% dumb for not seeing before

the way you laugh when Kyungsoo says a lame-ass joke

the way you always hug him from behind

you did that with literally everyone you were close with sure, 

but Chanyeol noticed you did it with him more 

and he 3

there was also the way you were just always winding up next to Soo when he was around, like he had some sort of magnet on him

and how you just liked poking his cheeks, begging him to show his dimples

which were really faint like gurl--

chANYEOL HAD DIMPLES TOO

CHANYEOL HAS DIMPLES

why daheq did you like his close to nonexistent ones?????????

????????

okay you liked poking Lay’s dimples more

look at my boy, who i love with burning passion ANDWILL DESTROY SM FOR BECAUSE HE JUST WANTS TO BE WITH HIS BAND SM SM SM!!!!! CHINA KOREA POLITICS FK ALL YALL

and suho

and chen

anD FINE--

yeah you did poke his too

literally anyone who remotely has dimples tbh

BT WHY KYUNGSOO

ads;ajsd;lasjdkas #jelly

so chanyeol decides to ask someone about it

so he obviously goes to his wisest hyung

but the day he  wants to talk to Suho, YOU WERE ON A DATE WITH HIM

like a date but not a date date he could tell

BUT A DATE NONETHELESS AND HE WAS KINDA JELLY

so he goes to Baekhyun for some fucking reason

and he’s like “omg u like her i couLDnt FUCKING TELL FROM ALL THE HEARTS IN TH AIR”

instant regret

but like Baek did give him some advice

like 5% was advice

the other 99% was him screaming to just be a man and tell her

so chanyeol is like, “STFU.... also she likes kyungsoo so fml”

and for a hot second Baekhyun has nothing to say

BAEKHYUN HAS NOTHING TO SAY

“idek dude. this is why i flirted with her openly”

Chanyeol punched him for saying that

but he decides he’s going to tell you after like 231109 years

cos Jongdae said you don’t like Kyungsoo and that he’s sure of it

Chanyeol asked how he was sure and he was just all like

“she had a crush on Sungmin hyung before and DID NOT act like that at all.”

That made Chanyeol a lot more hopeful

So he just went for it

and asked if you wanted to get lunch

and then after eating, you guys walked back

and he just sort of blurted it out

“Joahaeyo.”

you just looked at him and chuckled, “Thank you. I like you too, Yeolie.”

bitch are you for real rn

before Chanyeol could clarify, your walking slowed, “I’ve known for a while now.”

ok

wait

w h a t

“Minseok oppa told me.”

?????????? uhm HOW DID HE KNOW

Chanyeol’s hands were waterfalls atm, “Why did he tell you?”

Your face starts burning red and chanyeol cant help but think of it as a bad sign

“I told him I liked him...”

“... and he said he can’t reciprocate because he knows you like me, and that he can’t do that to his dongsaeng.”

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah 

cool story bro

you liked someone in EXO that was NOT him

cool cool cool

I GUESS CHEN WAS RIGHT 

THANKS

wait did that mean chanyeol was this obvious

wait did that mean chanyeol ruined your chances with his hyung

wait was this why you cried that one time

WaiT WAS THIS WHY YOU HUNG AROUND KYUNGSOO

BECAUSE WHENEVER MINSEOK WAS IN THE ROOM, YOU WOULD GET KINDA STIFF AT A POINT AND KYUNGSOO MAKE A JOKE TO MAKE YOU LAUGH

WASTHIS WHY YOU TWO HUNG OUT MORE

WHY HADN’T HE NOTICED

AND IF EVERYONE ELSE DID

WHY DIDNT THEY TELL HIM

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Chanyeol frowned and called out your name, proceeding to apologize

“Wae? why are you sorry? did you tell minseok to say that to me?“

he couldn’t feel mushy and weird at what you said

“YA dont tell me youre going to be weird around me too. It’s bad enough Minseok oppa distanced himself a bit.”

Chanyeol couldn’t help but be angry, sad, protective, and annoyed all at once at what you just admitted to him

“I’ll tell him to stop.”

You pouted, “you don’t have to tell anyone anything, chanyeol.”

“yes but you don’t deserve to feel awkward around anyone.”

“yes but that was minseok oppa’s choice.”

“yes but he was only doing that because he’s my hyung and he’s dumb.”

“yes but-- 

OU KNOW WHAT WHY DONT WE ALL JUST BE AWKWARD AROUND EACH OTHER”

and so you walked forward fast and tried to ignore chanyeol

Chanyeol, with his freakishly long legs caught up with you though

he caught your arm

“What tf are you doing?“

“Ew dont talk to me its awkward. im awkward. your awkward.”

Chanyeol laughed. “yaaaaa, why do i like you?

“THAT’S WHAT IM THINKING HO”

[internetremix]

Season 2 of DMP has been freaking amazing so far! I wanted to ask, what exactly are the relationships among the awakened? Who are the closest among each other? For example I know Grace and Vincent sometimes conflict with one other, but do they consider each other as friends?

Queen: Ooooh, it has changed >:3 The Detective is full protecc of Percy, now she’s realised his situation was in ways similar to hers. Besides that, she’s more or less fine and respectful with everyone else.

The Host is pretty pissed at Percy, but loves everyone else. Drinking buddies with Vinny, fascinated by Tommy’s book talks, and feels the safest when she’s with the Doctor, because good father/daughter bonding is good :3

Alex: Relationship with Grace and Vinnie hasn’t changed for the doctor. Now that Tommy’s not a horrible glitchy mess he considers him a friend and is generally pretty patient with the nerd talk, because doctor goes for hard science fiction rather than Tommy’s more broad tastes. they both watched star trek though so that’s a plus

But PERCY. Hoo. Saying “this is a dream come true! Doing it over and over again and then getting a new life, I’ll never get bored of this!” was the exact wrong thing to say to the doctor. He already came in thinking it would be hard for an actual damn doctor with multiple PHDs to have a connection with a farm boy, but that just tipped the scales.

Lucky for the doctor as far as he’s concerned he doesn’t have to LIKE the awakened, just make sure they ARE awakened.

If we’re counting Christine despite her still being asleep at first the doctor was like “Huh, I guess she really DOES remember and seems to think she’s getting what she wants…” but after a little bit of thought he probably would have realized “Wait. She remembers and didn’t say anything to me beforehand? FUCKER.”

Queen: Oh yeah if we count her, Detective hasn’t met her, Host is very intrigued, definitely wants to find out her full story.

Adric: Tommy is for sure still trying to figure out how he feels about everyone as he was kinda out of it before and who knows how he would have seen them.

Vincent he wants to help as he did help Tommy out to get him fixed from his screw up and seeing him shitfaced would definitely make Tommy want to help him much more.

Grace is a lot a case of he’s wanting to get to know her and help her out more as she seems like she could do so much good if she would just stop stabbing bears. He might be a little peeved at her at the current most moment in time but ya know, wasn’t her fault MG made her kill him in the night.

The doctor Tommy would be very very much considering him a friend, Tommy is an introvert by nature but like some, you get his trust and get him talking for 2 weeks about a really good book series, he’s quite likely to consider them a good friend.

Percy is….still undecided. He seems to be a good person but….saying this is a dream come true does not sit well, especially bas it’s been months since Percy got stabbed vs Tommy having been stabbed at least twice in the last two murder games so yeah, it might be a dream till you bleed out in your friends bedroom while looking for love.

Christine I don’t think Tommy even knows about outside of the “we almost had one but she said leave me alone and went back to sleep” so, nothing for her.

And for bonus yeah Tommy no like MG at all, she made his friend stab her in the night and that shit hurts. Plus, ya know, she’s an evil murder God who gets off on other people’s pain sadness and death.

Alex: I think we can all assume the relation to MG for everyone either is or will be “go fahk yaself”

Kristen: What nah everyone loves her

Scott: I don’t feel that it’s fair to establish the relationships between Percy and the cast after having just met them. I can’t justify anything significant until we progress further into the arc.

Though if I had to say who he is most developing a liking to, I’d say he’s leaning more toward Tommy and Grace. Tommy has this innocence to him that Percy can identify with, and he appreciates. It’s nice to be able to find someone who shares such fascination with the extraordinary. And Grace for obvious reasons, due to the established connection the two have in terms of feeling “trapped” in…

Split: Vinny hasnt changed much in his relations with everyone, he still cant get enough of the doc due to him being both incredibly helpful and fucking hilarious. Besides thats the first friend he made in this nightmare.

Grace he’s been iffy with for a long time, she was ungrateful, disrespectful, gave him shit for each slight mistake. But over time he’d grown to appreciate her more, even if he doesnt really understand her mental state (and he kind of refuses to acknowledge it since the doc kinda made it clear that theres nothing to “fix” and that “shes just her”). The big turning point to “we’re cool” is whwn he saw her suffering as he has in the most recent game, learning that shes taking swings. She earned his respect.

He’s very protective of Tommy, still blaming himself for the boy getting so fucked up in the first place. So he already has an unnecessary attachment to him for that, but in the most recent games he learns Tommy’s also capable and smart, reminds him of an old friend of his.

Percy he’s patient with, gets a more somber feeling for, he wants to show him the light and help him out of the dark, and the same goes for Christine.

[picassoxbaby]

❛ you’re it , you’re my person . ❜ - Deimos / Belle

send  a  sentence  from  your  muse  to  mine

his words meant so much to her, she only ever wanted to be his but she felt guilty because he was hurt and she blamed herself like she was the reason he had a target on his back — though she wasn’t sure this was her father. leaning down she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “and yet i’m still waiting for you to propose.. make it all permanent,” she teased though it was also a little push, she was ready for take that next step with him and lately things had been amazing between them, everything just seemed to be falling into place until he got hurt. while she seemed to have it together on the inside she was a mixture of emotions ; guilt and anger being the main two. maybe it was her fault or maybe it was the people who were meant to protect him and yet none of them were laid up in bed hurt… only deimos and the more she thought about that fact the more worked up she got and it was becoming blindly obvious. belle was known for her mood swings, she could just snap. the grip she had on deimos’ hand got tighter and tighter as her emerald eyes began to get darker, “god, i love you but why the fuck do you have failures working for you? what are you paying them for?” she dropped his hand as she stood to her feet, turning she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a switch knife. inhaling deeply she turned back to deimos this time with a smile on her lips, “i think it’s time these people know you aren’t the only one who should be feared here.. they aren’t getting away with allowing you to get hurt when their isn’t a scratch on them,” she tutted as she shook her head, “baby, i’ll be back in a few.” 

belle knew the people who were meant to be protecting him, she knew more than most people probably thought. sitting in one of the rooms, legs crossed she waited patiently for one of deimos’ right hand man or as she liked to think of him her victim. as he entered there was a smirk on her lips, “don’t you think it’s funny how the person you are meant to protect at all costs, the one who pays your bills, the one who is nothing but good to you is laid up in bed hurt and yet there is nothing wrong with you, not even a bruise on you — so much for risking everything, if i was there you can bet your bottom dollar that i would of got hurt and not him because that is what loyalty looks like. i get hurt before him, i die before him,” she was eerily calm for a girl who wasn’t calm about this at all, she was fuming. standing up she walked towards the larger male giving his shoulder a shove to force him backwards till he was against the wall, “it’s so adorable how you aren’t afraid of me.. clearly you don’t know who my father is.. i have learnt from the two most powerful men and i know i look like an angel but that doesn’t mean i’m not the devil in disguise,” belle was use to people not taking her seriously, thinking they could intimidate her because she was a girl and sometimes it worked ; if they caught her in a bad moment but now wasn’t one of those times. pressing her forearm against his throat, eyes once more growing darker she then pulled out her switch knife, “you are going to learn a valuable lesson and if you try to hurt me thats enough of a reason to kill you and if it’s not me then we both know it will be deimos — he hates it when his everything is threatened,” once she finished talking a smirk appeared on her features before she swiftly dragged the knife along his stomach slicing the skin with ease, the painful cries only worked as music to her ears, something that spurred her on more. she dragged the blade down towards his thigh, carefully watching in amusement at his reaction, “you look precious with fear in your eyes,” she whispered leaning closer to him, forearm pressed tighter against his throat as she sliced a line across his thigh, “shh… it’s alright,” she cooed moving her arm to slide around his neck, tilting his head to rest on her shoulder for a moment, “you mean a lot to deimos and so you mean a lot to me.. i can patch you up in no time,” she spoke her tone soothing as she stabbed her knife into his back before pulling it out, “you stab him in the back metaphorically and i stab you in the back for real,” carefully she placed him down on his side, sliding the knife back into her pocket as she wandered to the other side of the room to get what she needed to stop the bleeding and as promised she would patch him up. kneeling by him she got to work quickly and with ease, her mother was a nurse and so along the way she had learnt the basics and had done this for many people. as she finished up belle helped him to his feet, “before you go and rest up make sure you tell the others what happened.. this was a warning and the more the love of my life gets hurt the angrier i will get.” 

soon enough she appeared back in deimos’ room, blood covering her hands and arms but she sat on the edge of the bed beside him still, “i think i needed that because i feel so much better baby and i think your staff will start doing better,” she spoke sliding a fingertip down the side of his face, “i love taking control of other people like that, it gives me this feeling of power i didn’t know existed but.. its exhausting,” she admitted resting her head on his chest, “i still love it more when i can please you.. when you tell me what to do or..” she trailed off taking his hand and bringing it to her lips, teasingly she ran her tongue over his thumb, “when your fingers are down my throat.. its one of my favourite things,” she admitted emerald eyes locking with his as she took two of his fingers into her mouth.