#bc i’m sensitive to loud sounds and was scared it might be too much but it wasn’t

[littlecafe]

soooo a girl met surl 🥹

tl;dr go see surl!!! it’s worth it like tickets are cheap, the songs are great, the venues are so personal and informal fanmeet after maybe because they’ve been nice enough to hang out around after to meet fans

OH before i forget, bring your ID! for my venue they checked it before letting us in and i’m assuming all venues are doing the same because they’re performing at a lot of bars/pubs so for the places that do allow those under 21 in, they check and mark your hand/give you a diff band if you can’t drink (please check your venue’s website for official rules)

the concert was amazing and the crowd was fun! even though the venue is small no one was pushing so it was comfortable standing (except for when they threw their picks and set list at the end wjjfbdbdjs) it did get pretty warm though but they had the air blowing every now and then so it wasn’t too bad

the expected set list they posted is actually not the real one because they perform less songs but from what i’ve noticed is they have a decent chunk of songs they’re performing at all venues but there are a few that get swapped in and out

people that got their set list paper from other shows posted them on social media and (comparing it to my stop) it looks like even the ordering of the songs are also slightly different so that would make each stop a unique experience

they said cash only for merch but they also had venmo set up so you don’t have to bring exact cash and you can buy before or after the show, no extra tax or fees are applied so you dont have to bring extra than the price they have listed on their post! they have a poster at the merch table that you can sign, they hold it at the end for the group photo

if you want to stand near the front, just go straight in and save a good standing spot for yourself FIRST instead of going to the merch table and if you’re with a friend you can take turns to go buy and sign the poster, that’s what most people were doing since doors open an hour before the show starts! if you’re going solo you can prob ask the person next to you to save your standing spot and you can do the same for them since everyone was nice and respectful of each other’s spaces

at the end of the show the members have been hanging out for a bit, if you catch them you can chat/ask for pics/get signatures but bring ur own pen they don’t have one unless they’ve taken it into account for the stops after mine lmao

even though he was the opening act only, kaz moon also stayed around too for my stop at least if you want to meet him as well but im a clown so i didn’t

so if you want to see them: seattle, toronto, chicago, madison, somerville, brooklyn its not too late for youuu!! actually the seattle show is today but they’ve been offering day of tickets if you haven’t bought any!! i don’t want to reblog it again since it’s also a long post but it’s not too far to find it on my blog, it has ticket links and other info along with their social media pages if you need it

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Gene... My baby mama... I need... More alt!dream... Whatever you got fr. I just need more I'm.. I love him (probs not as much as you) but I love him

You're in luck bc I'm running on rip fuel for him. [ALSO I WROTE THIS BEFORE EVERYONE DID THE TECHWEAR STUFF FOR HIM I'M SORRY. I'LL GET IT IN NEXT TIME. I PINKY SWEAR.]

𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), language, semi-public sex, light mentions of needles, domination

previous part ♘ fanart that i can't stop crying over

recommended listening: Hi Frequency by Vague002

The bus swayed slightly, your grip on the cool bar tightening to keep you from knocking into Clay as it turned. The dark city outside the windows bustled with sparkling lights, catching your eye every few seconds. As more people filed into the cramped space, Clay grabbed your hand, looping your arms around his waist and smugly grinning as you fought not to blush. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Will this be your first time in a parlor?” He asked, voice low and raspy as he whispered to you, not wanting to disturb the other members of society who just wanted to get home after a long day of work.

You nodded your head, making him chuckle. You knew it would be a different experience, mainly because it was taking place during the tattoo shops “after hours,” which Clay had only briefly explained the benefits of attending. “What are you getting done again?” You asked, moving so your hands were holding onto his arm instead, fingers brushing against the exposed skin peeking from beneath the cut-up shirt under his dark jacket.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t decide. Why don’t you pick?” He joshed, smirking at the way your eyebrows raised.

“I don’t want to be responsible for a mark on you,” you murmured, making him snort.

He hooked his fingers into the neckline of his shirt, stretching it down enough to reveal the litter of hickeys peppering his skin that you had left the night before. Your eyes widened as you swatted away his hand, looking around carefully in hopes that no one had seen them. He looped an arm around your shoulders, loving the fact that you were so worried about the crowd when all he wanted to do was fluster you.

He pressed his lips to your cheek, the warmth of his body encompassing you. “I love it when you get all blushy,” he teased. “Seriously though, you should pick. I won’t look at it if I don’t like it,” he snarked.

You groaned lightly. “Clay, come on.” He brushed his lips against yours.

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he cooed almost mockingly, his nose moving to press into your hair.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying your best to remember what was already on his body. You thought about the impending reality that whenever he saw the new tattoo, his mind would linger on you, and for some reason, heat traveled to your ears at that thought. “Um… what about a bird?” You asked, voice uneasy as if on eggshells.

His face twisted into a pleased smile. “A bird?” He repeated. You shrugged beneath his arm, making him chuckle. “I like that. George likes doing bird tattoos too, so you might just make his night,” he added, his praise and approval making your stomach fill with confidence. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your shoulder. Your mind began to forget what the two of you probably looked like to the other people as his scent invaded your senses. “Will you hold my hand while I’m in the chair?” He joked.

You scoffed. “Are you gonna cry?” You teased, making him chuckle.

“No, I’m just clingy,” he answered without skipping a beat. Your grin was hidden in the soft corduroy of his jacket.

The tattoo parlor was nothing like you had expected. The door was locked behind you after a bouncer let the two of you in, the man leading you two up a staircase and into a dimly lit room. The sound of heavy metal music and the buzz of tattoo guns swirled together, echoing off the dark brick walls. You slipped your hand into Clay’s as he talked to the receptionist, your eyes attempting to focus on one detail instead of letting the atmosphere overwhelm you.

The thick layer of smoke above your heads made you scoff, realizing it was coming from the opposite corner of the shop, a hookah lamp sitting on a coffee table like an outstretched octopus. The people around it seemed to be discussing something rather intense, their haircuts sharp and defining almost as if they stepped out of some kind of alternative fashion magazine. There were three tattoo artists, each with a white lamp focusing on their work as they carried on to the beat of the music.

Clay’s description of the place flashed into your mind, making you realize just how off the cards the parlor actually was. Clay took a toothpick from the receptionist’s desk, taking it between his white teeth before being waved down by a shorter man with dark hair across the floor. You followed closely behind him as Clay greeted the man; you quickly realizing that this was the famous George.

As Clay shrugged out of his jacket, George pulled out a binder, standing beside you as he flipped to a page with scattered drawings of different flight poses of birds. Your eyes drifted away from the page as Clay’s arms came into view. His old t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off was doing wonders for his biceps. Before you knew it, the two of you agreed on a mix of a few designs resembling a crow and Clay was laying on his back with his hand tucked behind his head. The spot he was filling was in the dead center of the flesh of his upper arm; a spot that George had grumbled about being awkward to reach, especially on someone as large as Clay.

You watched closely with curious eyes as George began to tattoo the design on Clay’s arm. Clay’s other hand was wrapped around the back of your elbow as you leaned on the chair at Clay’s side. His finger pads drew circles into your skin as you asked George about how he got into tattooing, making small talk here and there.

You liked George, mainly because he was quiet until he conjured up some kind of relentless backhanded comment. His tattoos revolved around a giant tree stretching from his back and down his arms. You wondered how long he had to sit for it and what the healing process was like. As he worked, his teeth played at his snake bite piercings, his dark eyes focused intently on the work in front of him.

Clay switched his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his hand tightening around your arm with a small groan as George reached a sensitive spot. “Don’t be such a pussy,” he grumbled, continuing his work. He stopped, cleaning off some of the sprayed ink and filling a new cap with grey. “You have any work, pretty girl?” He asked you, voice low and charming.

You shook your head, earning a small tsk from him. “This is the closest she’s been to a tattoo gun,” Clay prided, making George sarcastically raise his eyes.

“A total virgin, huh?” He joked, winking at you. “Dream’s not corrupting you, is he?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek trying not to blush. “I’m trying,” Clay leered, smirking at you with his smug ego hinting at his lips.

George bit back a laugh. “Don’t get horny in my chair,” he muttered, eyes trained on the lines he was scaring into Clay. “Speaking of, I heard you got busted up by Punz, and by the looks of it… seems right,” he commented, gesturing to Clay’s eye that seemed to have started fading finally.

Clay let out a dry laugh. “His ribs are still healing,” you added, making George smirk with a shake of his head.

“You know what all that’s about right?” George asked you, taking his foot off the pedal to grab more paper towels from his desk. You looked up at Clay whose jaw tense as he chewed on the toothpick. After you shook your head, George continued. “Punz’s sister is stupidly in love with Dream,” he plopped back in his seat, swiveling his chair, and drawing a hand through his locks, revealing the bleached undersection. You had the fleeting mental image of him tying his hair back to reveal it.

He pulled on a new glove. “Madly in love, huh?” You pried, twisting your chair closer to Clay’s shoulder. Clay rolled his eyes at the fact as if he had been bugged about it for years. “You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend, Clay,” you teased, and he looked up at you with a tired expression, making you bite back a giggle.

After George finished, you followed Clay through the door, breathing in the fresh air; or as fresh as it could be in the midst of the city’s industrial square. Clay’s fingers knitted together with yours as he led you down an alleyway, flicking aside the toothpick. You chewed on your lip in anticipation before he pinned you against one of the walls. His devious grin sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

You swallowed. “Shouldn’t you take it easy? Let your arm heal a bit?” You asked, voice coming out in a soft whisper as his lips pressed against your neck. “Won’t it hurt a bit with your ribs, too?” Your heart hammered in your chest at the fact that someone could turn the corner and catch the two of you.

He chuckled against your skin, slipping his hands beneath your skirt to grip your ass. “I like the pain,” he mused, tongue grazing against your skin as he pulled your hips against his. He kissed you hungrily as if not being able to press his body against yours for that hour was too much for him. His hand dropped to wrap around the back of your knee, moving his own leg to prop your thigh up against his hip as your hands dug into his hair.

The friction from his jeans made you moan into his mouth as his hand moved beneath your shirt, fingers fitting beneath your bra to palm your breast. He mumbled praises against your lips at how good you made him feel and how beautiful you were.

He turned you, your hands planting against the coarse brick as he ground his hips against you. You bit your lip, trying not to be loud enough to draw attention to the two of you, which seemed to be the last thing on Clay’s mind as you heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. You could practically picture his cocky grin, controlling eyes set as his hand gripped onto your hips, shoving your underwear to the side. “You were so much fun to show off tonight,” he chided darkly, lips brushing against your shoulder. “Such a good girl.”

As he pushed into you, one of his hands moved to knot into your hair. He moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, tugging on your hair as he pulled your hips back against his. A low grunt tumbled from his lips as he set his rhythm, basking in the fact that you were secretly ready for him to ruin you as soon as you stepped into the parlor.

His fingers moved to wrap around your neck, the thought of his tattooed hand tightening around your pristine skin sent shivers through your body and heat flushing your cheeks, the tension in your body tightening. As he pressed you closer against the wall, you thought about the power he had over you; his height and build would make it easy for him to break you if he wanted, yet even as he pounded into you like he wanted you to forget your own name, the restraint he showed was enough to send you over the edge if you let yourself divulge in the thought.

Clay pulled out of you, only to turn you, your shoulders hitting the wall again with a soft thump as he hoisted you up ever so slightly, thrusting up into you as his hand dig into your thigh, the other resting against the brick beside your head. Your arms looped beneath his jacket, raking down his skin as you held onto him.

He groaned as your thighs tightened around him, making his hips stutter as if he were trying not to let himself finish too early. He dug is face into the crook of your neck, burying his teeth in your neck to stifle his grunts of your name. Your head tilted back against the brick, hand moving to tighten around the wrist that was beside your head for some kind of anchor.

His hand wrapped around your waist, driving himself deeper into you, brushing the part of you that needed him the most. You moaned, carding your fingers into his hair as he pressed his lips to yours roughly, wanting to taste your pleasure as it washed over you from his movements.

You tugged on his hair, making his cock throb inside of you, him finishing inside you with a low groan, his hips snapping against yours to stimulate a reaction from you. The feeling of his sloppy pleasure as his movements lost their rhythm sent your hips grinding against his, his teeth marking your shoulders as a reminder of his work on you.

Your toes curled, finally reaching your orgasm as he murmured dirty expressions of him ruining your pretty clothes against the wall. As he pulled out of you, your knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath you. You tried not to give off how much he had trashed you, but the warmth snaking down your thighs and your bliss-ridden mind proved otherwise.

Long story short, the bus ride home was rather interesting.

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[jinkicake]

Periods Don’t Stop Nothing But A Sentence

Akaashi, Kageyama learn about the benefits of having sex while you’re on your period and offer their help. 

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Kageyama Tobio x Reader

Anon,,, you know Kageyama makes me act up so this might be a little wild... I hope you like it!!!! I love writing for Akaashi,,,, Kageyama is so difficult but I also adore writing for him too. That is my baby! Bruh, not @ me being on my period and writing my feelings out through this bc I want Ushiten to double team me.

SMUT // NSFW

WC- 1,182

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Akaashi Keiji

Allow me to be bold and state that Akaashi is a freak… you can’t convince me otherwise,,,,, It doesn’t really have anything to do with this but I don’t think I have ever said it before

Knowing his relatively calm and blunt personality, I don’t think Akaashi would care much that you’re on your period

He might have to warm up to the idea though, he would only do it if you wanted it or if he knew it would make you feel good

I think he would have to be convinced in the sense that you actually want it and you’re not just doing it to satisfy him,,,,, he’s selfless what can I say

“It’ll really help you feel better, (Y/N)?” He’d sound so skeptical and then look it up, scrolling through the multiple articles with tired eyes,,,,,,,

Akaashi would prepare everything beforehand, he would make sure it will all be clean before and after just to make you feel better and can go right to sleep after you’re done,,,,,,,, yeah Akaashi gonna fuck you to sleep!

He is doing this for you because he wants to take away some of the pain you are suffering from, and maybe it’ll help shorten your period! Thanks for letting Akaashi know that, period sex guide 101 !

Akaashi is going to act like he is doing this solely for you but you know….

Of course, he is getting something from it too!!! You know deep down he is riled up and excited

I feel like when he fucks you,,,, he is going to confess how hot he thinks the entire situation is HAHAHA It is kinda out of character, which makes it even more ideal~ 

Akaashi has you pressed against the shower wall, your chest is pinned against the cold tile while one of his hands is wrapped around your waist and the other is gripping your hip. His first initial thrusts are slow and shallow, dragging himself in and out of your tense walls to leave you blazing inside. His slender cock just barley brushes along your g-spot, leaving you speechless and unable to form a coherent thought.

“Keiji,” You whisper out before another loud moan takes over your voice. Akaashi kisses your shoulder, not letting up his slow pace, you can feel him smirking against your skin. His touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake and you press your cheek against the cold wall for relief, to cool down just a little bit.

“The way you are so weak for me,” Akaashi whispers in your ear, his voice lowering, the air he blows into your sensitive ear makes you thrust back against him. “is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He chuckles quietly and grits his teeth before bottoming out inside of you. The grip he has on your hip tightens and he forces you to grind down against him, your walls pulsate around him and Akaashi moans at the sensation. “Go at your own pace, pretty girl.”

You sway yourself on his length, moving your hips in circles as you desperately hold onto the wall. Akaashi removes the grip he has on your side and reaches up to grab the showerhead, putting it on the softest setting before bringing it down to your clit. The stream against such a sensitive spot makes you jolt and you glance at Akaashi, squeezing your thighs together in pleasure.

“It’s all yours my love, all for you, use it exactly the way you want.”

Kageyama Tobio

Pls… Kageyama is so clueless,,, I feel like he wouldn’t know shit about periods…. At the same time, he also has a sister so maybe he isn’t as clueless as I think???

I can imagine Kageyama walking in on you curled up into a ball because of cramps and he’s like “you good?” …. man would not have any clue why you were in so much pain

Then you tell him you’re on your period and Kageyama is like ‘oh’….. cue him to researching ways to help you feel better

He’d buy you a heating pad and warm foods because the internet told him to do so,,,, then he comes across an article talking about how orgasms can relieve your period pains and Kageyama is like 0.0

Because,,, he starts thinking about having sex with you and wow, now he has a boner

He continues to read the article and many others because when he brings it up with you, he doesn’t want to seem like a perv who is only suggesting it because he wants to get his dick wet!

I feel like Kageyama would send you the link via text message or simply slide you his phone with the page already pulled up,,,, I don’t think he has the nerve to straight out ask you

And you’re like….. uhhhhh and Kageyama is all red-faced with his lips pushed together in a little pout

“I want to help you with your…. pain” He motions his hand in-between your hips and can’t even find it in himself to say the word ‘period’ LMFAOOO

Kageyama does not care that you’re on your period, he is not scared of blood or grossed out in any way,,,,,, if he wants to fuck you and you want to fuck him, nothing can get in the way of it LOL

“T-Tobio,” You mewl and wiggle your hips, pressing your ass down into the mattress. “that feels so good.” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and Kageyama swallows the groan that desperately wants to leave his lips. He glances at the towel and makes sure it is still in place so he can clean you up afterward. He doesn’t focus on it for long, not with the way you’re sucking him in like this, Kageyama can’t get over how tight you are.

“Relax, babe.” He grunts and dips his head, his hips stutter when he feels his knees go weak. “Is this too much?” Kageyama glances at you cautiously as he gently stimulates your clit. Mr.-PhD-in-period-sex-after-reading-four-articles remembers how sensitive the body can get during the monthly flow. He’s worried, Kageyama wants it to be pleasurable and not painful.

“Keep going Tobio, just like that, I’m okay.” You reassure him and arch your back at one of his particularly hard thrusts. Something about Kageyama being so attentive makes this experience that much better, it is like he is doing it solely for you and that control you have with him makes your knees weak. With shaky, wobbly legs you lift your bottom half up so you can bend one of your legs towards your chest. You aren’t able to hold the position long but at that moment Kageyama was able to thrust so deeply inside of you, you felt him in your guts.

“More, I need more Tobio!” You whine frustratedly as your walls convulse around him, your much-needed orgasm washes over you and can’t help but demand more. “Please, I want more."

Kageyama glances down at your pitiful eyes and leans forward to kiss your forehead before taking the same claim on your cheeks.

“Be patient baby, I’ll give you another. Relax for me, first."

~

Taglist.

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[childishfluff]

(im gonna be sending a few seperate asks since theyre seperate thoughts/ideas, sorry for any sort of inbox spam!!) ur pet regressor tommy fic led me into a whole wormhole of many different ideas.. esp abt who else is a pet regressor!!

- wilbur (cat regressor!! also very relaxed, he *will* just sleep on phil or techno's lap for hours on end. mostly nonverbal, but will meow every now nd again. mostly communicates through actions. he can purr. doesn't drop often, but when he does, it's due to extreme stress- meaning he can be pretty sensitive while he's in catspace.)

- tubbo (puppy regressor, but definitely more of a relaxed dog aside from the amnt he communicates, especially through barking, whimpering, and soft "awooo!!"'s. loves snuggles. sometimes, he's scared to come of as annoying, so he's hesitant to slip into pupspace, normally needing someone to help him along and tell him that it's ok for him to be a puppy, nd that he's a very very good boy.)

- karl (kitten regressor!!!! he's either really sleepy or really playful/energetic, and he has no in between on that. he meows.. so much.. all he kno is meow meow!! *very* sensitive while dropped, and as such, he needs a lot of validation and love. will get extremely upset with himself if he notices that anyone is even *slightly* mad/irritated by him.)

- nick (sapnap) (PUPPY REGRESSOR 100000%!!! he's very very loud and extremely playful!!! he can be entertained for *hours* w literally anything, especially toys like chew bones. doesn't really drop too often, but when he does, he drops very very far. something that can trigger his drops is when people compare his traits/actions to those of a dog because he just goes yes!! yes me!!!! dog!!! me!!!! also he loves karl *so* much because karl absolutely spoils him rotten when he's in pupspace.)

- ranboo (kitty regressor!! similar to karl, he can be really sensitive while he's dropped. entirely nonverbal, opting for actions instead. he's a mix of both playful and sleepy. when he sleeps, he curls his entire body up into a circle nd kneads at whatever he's sleeping on until he falls asleep.)

- dream (cat regressor!! sleeps a lot when he's dropped, hes just vv tired. mimics patches, and loves to follow her around/act like she does. even bases his catgear around patches, with tabby-colored cat ears and an outfit based off of similar colors. drops very easily, mostly voluntarily.)

those r the ones i can think of now.. id love to know ypur opinions/interpretations of them!! -🌻

OKAY I’M GONNA GO THROUGH THESE ONE BY ONE, AND SHARE MY THOUGHTS+OTHER POSSIBLE HCS/FIC SCENARIOS, SO LONG POST WARNING Y’ALL

1. Cat Regressor! Wilbur

yes yes yes, I wouldn’t of thought of it myself but the idea is absolutely adorable! I’d totally write that, with like handler/cg!niki in addition to those you listed. And the idea of him using it for stress and therefore being sensitive in catspace? like, that’s amazing. 

I could imagine a fic where someone pushes him to regress for fun for once, but he feels like it’s stupid to purposely act like a cat when he doesn’t need it? They don’t pressure him, or anything, but he ends up slipping because he feels safe. and he realizes not only does it help with stress, but it just makes him more happy!

also imagine him slipping around tommy for whatever reason, and just wanting to sleep while Tommy’s trying to do something fun. So he’s dragging around a sleepy kitten and waking him up every two seconds, and it’s really soft and adorable and ends up with Wilbur sleeping somewhat on Tommy so that he can’t get up and he’s like ‘you’re so lucky I love you, dude.’ awww I need to write a fic- no promises but y’know

2.Puppy Regressor!Tubbo

someone actually requested a puppy regressors!tubbo and tommy fic that I’m having trouble writing, like it sounds cute but it’s kinda hard bc I’ve never written puppyspace before. I actually decided to start over but I’ma keep trying on that. 

anyways, imagine like, Ranboo or Tommy helping him slip over a discord call! Needing help to regress is something that I understand (I age regress, but I haven’t in a while due to this issue), so I could probably write Tubbo in that position well. Needing to be coaxed and told that it’s okay to be a cute lil puppy, like that’s adorable! 

3. Kitten Regressor!Karl

tbh I tried to write kitten!karl but I was half asleep and gave up, I need to get back to that hjsiksja. Like I specialize in writing sensitive regressors w/anxiety over someone being mad at them, so I could definitely pull this off. 

and the idea of him being a talkative kitty is sooo cute! Like I can imagine something along the lines of this conversation between him and a handler/cg:

“What do you want?”

“Meowww”

“I don’t know what that means!”

“Meow?” (little head tilt and innocent cute eyes)

“Do you want cuddles?”

*excited meows! and he goes and cuddles up in their lap bc yay, they understood him!*

and imagine kitten!karl playing w/Quackity! very very adorable concept

4. Puppy Regressor! Sapnap

okay okay so I don’t watch sapnap really but this is still adorable! Like the whole ‘me, puppy? yes.’ thing is soooo cute! Imagine George or Dream just forgetting that’s a trigger and making a joke about how one of his mannerisms reminds them of a puppy and suddenly! There’s a puppy to take care of!

and karl spoiling him sounds like something he’d do hjsiksjsa. I can’t really add much on here bc idk much about him/his content past the smp but this is so cute! Maybe I’ll watch a few of his videos and attempt writing him bc I keep getting requests for him

5. Kitten Regressor! Ranboo

yes, I was already thinking about this tbh! Like I’ve written him as a little and it’s kinda similar, he’s sensitive, and he’s less verbal the littler he gets. As a kitten, I can easily picture him just being quiet. 

I imagine that he’s really pouty because of this, because he doesn’t know how to communicate otherwise, so this might confuse anyone who may take care of him. 

“Why are you pouting? Do you want cuddles? Food? Do you wanna play?” 

and he just doesn’t reply bc he’s a kitten and he can’t talk so it’s an endless cycle of guess and check until they reach the right answer, and it’s really funny to watch. I can also imagine that he giggles a lot. Like he’s not verbal or anything, and he doesn’t giggle a lot but sometimes it happens! and if you make him giggle while in kittenspace then you did something right!

it makes everyone happy when he giggles and it’s really soft and cute! I definitely think I’ll write a fic with kitten!ranboo in it, at some point eventually, I think! 

6. Cat Regressor! Dream

awwwww- I didn’t even consider the possibility of this but awwww. Imagine Wilbur and Dream in catspace together, just sleeping and cuddling while basically all the other kittens are playing and being hyper. And everyone’s trying to get them to play but they’re sleepy! (ofc they end up playing anyways bc their friends are adorable and convincing but y’know)

and I really like the idea of him mimicking patches! I’ve seen a few pet regresors say that they mimick/copy their pets so it kinda feels realistic and likely! and plus, it’s really cute. 

and since his regression is voluntary, I can imagine him like one minute, just chillin w/george and sapnap and going ‘what if- what if I just went *cat mode*’ and he tries to hint to his friends that he wants to slip but they’re not getting it so it’s kinda frustrating for him but funny for the readers to see play out bc George and Sapnap are being completely oblivious to everything. Hjsiksja that’d be funny

Thank you for sending this it, like seriously! It was really fun to go through and talk about these, I might make additional headcannon lists once I’m actually awake tomorrow bc I shouldn’t be up rn but yeah, I just wanted to go through and respond to this! <3

[butlerbarb]

Comfort (Leviathan x Reader)

i should start by saying sorry for just disappearing out of nowhere. i think i just had too much on my plate and burnt myself out. which then caused me to spiral into a depressive episode and lose all motivation to work on something. 

with that being said, i wanted to write something about how i've been feeling as a way to vent it. i also wanted it to be comfy and nice and i really just wanted leviathan to hug me and tell me everything is okay :) i hope you enjoy this very soft and self indulgent fic bc i love leviathan more than anything

also! i am working on requests, so expect those out within the next few days or so!

ily <3

It had been one of those days. Well, really it had been one of those weeks. Those days where you just didn’t want to leave your bed, more comfortable to hide away by yourself as to not bother anyone with how out of it you were feeling. Of course, Lucifer would probably have your head if he found out you were skipping classes, so you went about your days pretending you were fine.

Leviathan had invited you to his room after school, you hadn’t been able to focus on what he was telling you at breakfast – your mind too fuzzy from having just woken up combined with the fuzziness your off mood had brought on. But knowing the otaku demon, it was either anime or a new video game he bought. His enthusiasm and passion for his interests was something that never failed to bring a smile to your face, even when you were feeling down.

Your day at school, thankfully, passed by in a blur. Mammon made a point of bragging about his latest modeling job he scored as he walked you home, trying to convince you to go with him. Naturally, he pouted like a child when you turned him down, whining that you were missing the opportunity of a lifetime! Thankfully he gave up when you told him you just weren’t feeling it, but you would be happy to take him up on the offer another time. He dropped you off at home after that, telling you he’d bring you something on his way back.

You were barely in the door when Leviathan was charging at you from the common room, rushing you into kicking off your schools before he dragged you up to his room. You tried to argue that you still had your RAD uniform on and that he should at least give you a minute to change, but he was hearing none of it. He waited all day for you to get home, he wasn’t going to wait another minute! However, that excuse fell apart quickly when you gave him a set of puppy dog eyes, letting you hurry off to your room on a time limit.

You changed into more comfortable clothes quickly, using up only 3 minutes of the 5-minute limit he gave you. You were back in his room just as he had finished setting everything up. You took note of the snacks that he had set up in different bowls around his room. Wow, you thought, this must be really important. Leviathan usually never went all out like this unless it was mega important.

“What’s all this for, Levi? Seems like a lot for just a few episodes.” You commented, grabbing a handful of chips out of a bowl as you sat down on the edge of the bed. You cringed at how spicy it was, some of the flavors were intense in the Devildom. Leviathan’s eyes widened as he gave you an incredulous look.

“A few episodes!? No, no, no. We’re watching the entire series tonight.” The demon explained as he removed a disk from its packaging and slipped it inside his PC. “This series, 10 Things I’ve Always Wondered About the Demon King: Facts versus Fiction! has been teased for years! YEARS! And they finally released it all at once on DVD. People have been speculating about it for so long and AH! I CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH IT!”

You laughed at his energy, simply nodding as you reclined on his bed. He dove into bed next to you once the opening began playing, delight blooming on his face immediately. You let your head rest on Leviathan’s lower legs, expecting him to jump and practically kick you away, but to your surprise he didn’t even seem to notice. The show had barely started, and he was already lost in it.

It had been a few hours and you were only a few episodes deep. Levi had told you it had multiple seasons with at least 12 episodes each, so you really were going to be there for the night. It had been enjoyable at first, but after a while of mindlessly staring at the screen and reading subtitles, you slowly lost a majority of your interest. Leviathan still seemed fully absorbed, however. You breathed a sigh, stretching your arms above your head. You pulled your legs up onto the bed, crossing them underneath you, resting elbow on your knee, and your chin on the palm of your hand.

You let your eyes wander around the room, head filled with the same fuzziness as this morning. While you enjoyed the anime, and spending time with Leviathan, you knew it would have only been a matter of time before you were back to feeling the same way. You tried to act as normal as possible, not wanting to worry Levi or worse, distract him from the series he had been looking forward to.

You were surprised when the sound suddenly stopped, and you tore your gaze away from on of the anime figures your eyes had been locked on for longer than necessary. Glancing at the screen and then behind you to Leviathan, you raised and eyebrow at the worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?” The blue-haired demon asked, sitting up from his reclined positions to mimic your crossed legs.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” You replied, giving him a smile, resting your hand on his knee. Leviathan’s eyes narrowed as he shook his head at you.

“You’re not fine! You seemed distracted this morning and it’s the same now. You know you can tell me if something is wrong.”

“Leviathan, I- “

“No excuses! I don’t… I don’t like seeing you upset like this…” He cut you off before you could say anything, mumbling the last part of his sentence as his cheeks flushed a dark red colour. You felt your eyes blow wide as the normally shy demon reached forward, grabbing your free hand as well as the one you had previously rested on his knee.

“Leviathan…” You frowned, watching tears prick the corners of his eyes. Wow, he was really upset about this, huh? You let out a sigh, deciding that if you were going to tell anyone, it might as well be the one who was about to cry out of worry.

“I don’t know, Levi. I’ve just been feeling… off. For the past week. I can’t really describe it. Just sad.” You admitted quietly, your eyes locking onto your joined hands. The silence was unnerving as Leviathan processed your words and suddenly you were extremely uncomfortable.

“Like… depressed?” You nodded in response to his question, eyes briefly flicking up to gauge his expression. He seemed indifferent yet stared at you intently. Your eyes widened as he let go of your hands and threw his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Levi, what…”

“I just! I just want you to know that… You’re not alone and that I… I care about you…” He whispered, burying his face into your hair as he held you tightly. His sudden confession shocked you into silence, all you could do was wrap your own arms around his torso, trying your hardest not to cry. Although even your hardest attempt couldn’t change how overwhelmed you felt, and eventually you were bawling into his shirt, more than likely staining it with tears.

You sat there together for who knows how long, Leviathan happy to let you cry it all out until you felt better. You could have sworn you felt a tear or two hit the skin of your neck, and you fought back a laugh. Leviathan was such a sensitive demon, being brought to tears by the smallest things.

Eventually, your seemingly endless flow of tears came to a stop. You pulled away from him slightly, his arms still wrapped around you as you briefly used the sleeve of your shirt to dry any remaining tears. Levi slowly pulled away, hands resting on your shoulders as he shot you a concerned look. You laughed quietly, wiping at your nose as you sniffled. You smiled at him, nodding a little to let him know you were okay.

He went to pull back, hands slipping off of your shoulder when you stopped him. Placing both of your hands on his cheeks, watching in amusement as his cheeks gained a flushed colour once again. Pulling him closer by his cheeks, you pressed a small kiss to his forehead. You pulled back not a second later, beaming at him happily.

“Thank you, Leviathan.”

BONUS:

The door to Leviathan’s room burst open, scaring the life out of the both of you. Leviathan jumped back, pushing you away from him in surprise. You fell back onto the bed with a laugh, eye drifting over to the intruder.

“Oi! What’re you two doing? Why’re your eyes all red, human?” Mammon, being the ever loud and obnoxious demon that he was, yelled as he stepped into the room. His arms crossed over his chest as he gave Levi a displeased look.

“Are ya makin’ my human cry, Levi?” The older demon accused, pointing a finger at his younger brother. Leviathan rolled his eyes, completely ignoring the Avatar of Greed as he briefly adjusted his fringe.

“Aren’t you the one always making them cry, Mammon?” The Avatar of Envy answered, glaring at Mammon from underneath his now fixed fringe. Mammon gasped, throwing a hand over his chest in mock offence.

“How dare you! I only even make the human happy, ya know!”

“I don’t know about that, Mammon..” You teased lightly, snickering as his face contorted into genuine sadness as he frowned deeply. “I’m joking! Come here, we’re watching anime! We’ve still got tons of snacks!”

Mammon happily dove into the bed next to you, immediately trapping you next to him with one hand, while the other greedily dove into a snack bowl. Leviathan grumbled lowly, rolling his eyes again before shifting into a comfortable position on your opposite side.

You were glad you had such caring demons to help you out when you were at your lowest. You would never replace them for the world.

[yeenybeanies]

Starstruck

ok so aftermath was Kinda Dumb but i got to see johnny’s stupid face some more & i just reblogged a whole lotta gifs of him onto my main account lmao so here we are also i haven’t proofread this yet bc it’s 1am  i’m tired

mortal kombat | johnny cage & gray brooks ( oc )

1,471 words

strong language warning

reblogs > likes !! thanks for reading !!

What can she say? She’s starstruck. 

Well––she’s partially starstruck, and partially terrified. It’s not every day that Gray gets to see her favorite actor, the one and only Johnny Cage.

“ Woah. You’re . . . seriously tiny. ”  His voice booms high above her, louder and richer in person that she’s ever heard it on the big screen.  “ You’re, like, smaller-than-my-action-figure tiny. ”

Yeah. That’s where the terrified aspect comes in. Johnny Cage, of course, is human. And Miss Gray Brooks? She is a borrower. She is a grand four inches tall, staring, starstruck/terrified, at Johnny F. Cage. ( The F stands for Fucking. Or maybe it doesn’t. She doesn’t know what his middle name is, or if it even starts with F. ) 

“ Uhm–– . . .! ”  Shit. She should probably run. Borrowers are supposed to run and hide when there are humans around. But her legs––they feel like jelly. They feel like jelly that’s cemented itself to the ground, feeling like they’re about to give out under her at any moment, while not letting her move from this very exposed spot on the floor.

For a long moment, neither of them, human nor borrower, move. Gray can’t hear anything but the blood roaring in her ears. Is she still breathing? Oh, Gods, she must be the worst borrower ever.

It’s Johnny that does eventually break his statue act first. He bends at the waist, looming over her diminutive person, and lowers his sunglasses to look at her without any barriers before his eyes.

“ Hunh. Y’know, if I didn’t just see you walking, I’d think you actually are an action figure. ”  Whether it’s intentional or just a natural quirk of his, Johnny flashes a trademarked Johnny Cage Smirk. ( Gods, Gray thinks she might just swoon. )  “ You gonna say somethin’, sweetums? Can you even talk? ” 

He lowers himself to a crouch and reaches forward, index finger extended. He means to poke. That’s enough to snap the little being from her stupor and skitter backwards. Johnny’s smile only widens.

“ See? I knew you were real. ”  His hand retreats, coming to rest on the bend on his knee.

“ Y-yeah, I should, um––I should go . . .! ”  She manages to squeak out. Perhaps later she’ll kick herself over how meek she sounds, but that will have to wait.

“ Hah! ”  Gray flinches. He’s loud.  “ Knew you could talk too! ”  His outburst has Gray covering her ears and flinching. The starstruck-ness is quickly wearing off.

“ Mr. Cage . . . you’re yelling . . .! ”  She takes another step back, hands pressed firmly to either side of her head. His voice is booming, shaking her very bones. ( Or maybe she’s just started shivering in her surging fright. ) 

“ Oh––shit, sorry, I––wait, you know my name? ”  The human puts his hands to the floor, steps his legs out behind him, and lowers his chest and belly to the floor. With his chin resting atop his folded forearms, he’s only a few inches above Gray’s eye level, and close enough now that she can feel the gusts from each breath he takes.

He’s . . . so much bigger up close.

Gray couldn’t stifle her shaking if she tried. Oh, she should run. She really should run, but, under those big, brown eyes, she’s frozen yet again.

“ Aw, c’mon now. Don’t go quiet on me. You were just talking. ”  He watches her expectantly. It’s reminiscent of a cat toying with a mouse––at least, that’s what comes to Gray’s mind.

“ Um . . . if I talk . . . will you let me go? ”  Much like the rest of her body, her voice quivers. It’s rather pathetic, she thinks––yet another thing to berate herself over later. That’s assuming she sees a  “ later. ”

Something looking like an epiphany crosses the human’s features. He clears his throat and shimmies back, giving Gray a bit more room.  “ Well––yeah. I mean, I’m not gonna hold you hostage or anything. I’ve just never seen a–a living doll before. ”  He lifts two fingers to gesture to her for emphasis.

Gray’s cheeks heat up.  “ I’m––I’m not a doll. ”  She swallows thickly, trying to choke down some of the fear.  “ And, um, yes. I know your name. I’ve . . . seen a lot of your movies . . .. ” 

“ Really? ”  His grin widens, nearly splitting his face in two. Gray is experiencing a myriad of conflicting emotions right now. Terror? Embarrassment? Elation? Perhaps a little indignation at being called a doll?  “ How? Are there, like, little TVs? “ 

“ No, I–I used to live in a, uh––in a movie theater, ”  she admits, eyes askance. It’s hard to look Johnny in the eye at all, let alone meet his gaze when he’s ( still ) so close.

Gray was in that theater for years. It was one of the best places to live. She could scurry around in the darkness, collecting fallen scraps of popcorn, candy, and various other concession snacks. Best of all, she could catch every Johnny Cage film that came out during her residency––along with several re-showings of older films. It was a tragic day when that theater closed down, forcing the borrower to move elsewhere.

She’s loathe to admit to his face, but she’d found herself with a little ( or a rather sizeable ) crush on the human before her. Never in a thousand years did she ever think she’d actually meet him, though. Up close like this, he’s . . . well, he’s still handsome, but self preservation is hindering those giddy feelings.

“ Okay, so, I’m just coming up with more questions here. A teeny tiny person one: exists; two: is a fan of my movies; and three: managed to make it all the way onto a secure special forces base. I might think to accuse you of spying, but you’ve broken into the food stores, as opposed to anything with sensitive information. Never mind that you’re . . . I  mean . . .. ” 

She knows what he means. It brings some red to her cheeks. Yes, she’s small. She gets it. Gray fidgets with her hands and chews on the insides of her cheeks.  “ Yeah . . . so, can I, uh, go now? ” 

“ What? We haven’t even covered the basics yet! Like what are you? What’s your name? What was your favorite Johnny Cage movie? ”  He looks less like a predatory cat now and more like a child that’s found a new toy. That’s a bit scarier, Gray decides.

“ Mr. Cage, I–I really should be leaving . . .. You’re not supposed to see me . . .. ”  She tries to backpedal some more. Johnny shifts, head lifted and one hand moving towards her, but he stops himself when she squeaks and cowers.

“ Um. Hey, Thumbelina? No need to act so scared. Hey, c’mon, I’m not gonna hurt you. ”  Gently he prods at her shoulder with his index finger, rocking her on her feet once. She shakes under his touch.  “ Ooookay, ”  he says, pulling his hand back again.  “ Alright. I’m scaring you. Listen, you can go, and I won’t mention to anyone that I saw you on two conditions, okay? ” 

Gray peeks up at him through her arms. His smile looks like it should be reassuring, but it definitely isn’t. Conditions means coercion.

“ Condition one: you tell me your name. Con––– ” 

“ Gray. Gray Brooks, ”  she interrupts. He can have her name. There’s nothing he can do with it anyway.

“ Alllright. That’s kinda a cool name. You sound like a hollywood star. ”  He winks, though it does little to calm the borrower.  “ Okay, condition two: you, little Miss Gray, have to promise me another conversation. ” 

A what?

Gray feels her heart drop, feels her blood run cold. He’s blackmailing her into seeing him again? 

She must really look scared, because Johnny quickly waves a placating hand. He clears his throat, the sound making her wince.  “ Okay, okay––I’m not gonna tell anyone about you regardless. But . . . you can’t blame me for being curious. It’s not every day you meet a tiny person that watches your movies! C’mon, darlin’, how about you meet me here again tomorrow and I’ll crack open an MRE for us to munch on while we chat. ” 

Food. Food is always a powerful persuasion tool.

Gray swallows, and nods awkwardly, if only to appease the human. Whether or not she intends to actually meet him here tomorrow, she’s not so sure. As of right now, it’s leaning towards a big NO. 

“ Great! ”  Johnny pushes up quickly, clapping his hands mid-pushup, and jumps to his feet. The combination of the rapid movement and the loud noise startle Gray enough to get her moving. She bolts, slipping under one of the food storage shelves and vanishing from his sight. Johnny blinks, a little taken aback by how quick she is, but he shrugs.  “ See ya tomorrow then. ” 

Maybe.

As his heavy footsteps retreat from the room, Gray slowly releases a breath she’d been holding. She bows her head, catching it in her hands.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could she let herself get caught like that? 

But also . . ..

Holy shit, she just met JOHNNY F. CAGE.

[moonb-eam]

oh nat, i know we've basically made you write the entire p&p au from eliott's pov with our asks but i just can't help myself, esp after seeing the last ask about the telescope scene-so here it goes: have they ever talked about lucas' past- how lonely he must've been losing his parents at a young age? bc he still refers to his aunt/uncle as mr/mrs banet,like they're family but there's a distance. also i love that eliott loves the banets in your au as opposed to the og darcy who hated the bennets.

ahahaha we have managed to cover a lot of ground with the asks but it’s okay darling!! thank you for your question 🧡🧡🧡 (this one also ran away from me a bit, so i’ve but it under the cut)

When Eliott first met the Banet family, he didn’t know what to make of them.

They were loud, that much was true. Bold and indelicate. Simultaneously warm and welcoming but also intimidating. They were clearly close, as evident from their interactions and the way the spoke to one another. Eliott could see shades of himself and Daphné in the way the Banet sisters and Lucas would be arguing one moment, petty and childish, then fiercely defending one another in the next.

Mrs. Banet frightened Eliott the most. Her strong opinions and bouts of cluelessness likened her to his aunt initially, a comparison that made him turn in the opposite direction whenever he saw her approaching. Mr. Banet was more of an an enigma, quiet and withdrawn, but with a shrewd, intelligent gaze.

But these were only glimpses into the Banet family. Impressions that Eliott gathered from balls, when he had nothing to do but observe the guests from a distance.

Then, Lucas agrees to move in with him, and Alexia tells him, You’re already family, darling, and Eliott finds himself in the middle of Beaufort’s kitchen with Mrs. Banet clinging to him and rest of the family watching on in amusement, and it hits him properly, in the midst of it all, that he is a part of this family now.

Their chaos is his chaos. Their ridiculousness and dramatics are his to bear.

The thought makes Eliott so wildly happy that he thinks he might cry all over again. He can see them together: the Banet’s, Lucas, himself, Daphné, Madeleine. One overly large, patchwork family, one that’s made as much as it is born. One that’s real and imperfect and so full of love.

So, when Eliott finds himself alone for a moment at their garden party, which Lucas keeps insisting is not a wedding even though it may as well be, and he spots Mrs. Banet walking towards the food table, he drains the rest of his wine glass, and subtly intercepts her.

“Eliott,” she says happily when she sees him, linking their arms together. “I was wondering when you were going to come to talk to me.”

Not so subtly, then.

“I don’t want to bother you,” Eliott immediately says, and it’s an old habit that makes him wince. He can practically hear Dr. Daucet’s voice in his hear.

Why do you think your instinct is always to apologize, Eliott? What are you apologizing for?

“Nonsense.” Mrs. Banet’s cheeks are pink and her eyes are glassy. She grins, and her smile is that of a woman much younger than her, teasing and girlish. “You are my son now, after all.”

The ease with which she says it stops him short. “Oh.”

She grips tightly onto his bicep. “That is to say that you’re a part of this family, my dear. You’re one of mine.” She inclines her head to where Eliott can see Emma, Manon, Alexia, and Lucas standing in a circle, their heads bent together as though they’re sharing a secret. “And that extends to your lovely sister as well.”

“Thank you,” Eliott says softly. Mrs. Banet pats him on the cheek, and both of their eyes are watery. “That means more than you know.”

“I think I know.” Mrs. Banet says, with a sad tilt to her mouth. “You know, when I first heard the news that my sister and her husband died, all I could think about was Lucas.”

Her gaze drifts to him as she speaks, to Lucas, who is wrestling his crown of flowers away from Alexia, returning it to his head and pouting when Emma says something that makes all of the girls laugh.

“All I could think about was that sweet boy, now left without a family. We never discussed it, she and I, where Lucas would go if anything happened to them, but I knew there was only one possibility. He needed a family. He needed a home.”

Eliott pictures him, his sweet and sensitive and blisteringly smart Lucas as a child, alone and adrift in the world, and his heart grows heavy. His ribs strain under the weight of it. “So you gave him that.”

When he turns to look at her, Mrs. Banet’s smile is melancholic. “I tried,” she says simply. “But I could only ever do so much. I was never a mother to him, nor was my husband ever his father. There’s no replacement for that.” Her fingers touch her mouth, gaze warm as she takes in her children. “But we all tried together, to become something like a family. There’s some of it I would do differently now, for all of them, but I think...I think we’ve done alright.” She rests her head against Eliott’s shoulder. “They’ve turned out wonderfully, haven’t they?”

Eliott pats the hand that still grips tightly to his bicep. “They have,” he agrees. Lucas' head turns, eyes searching in the crowd as though he can hear Eliott thinking about him, and when he sees Eliott with his aunt, his eyes widen, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh,” Mrs. Banet smirks. “He thinks I’m embarrassing him.” She waves at Lucas with her free hand. “Quickly, Eliott: laugh as though I’ve just said something horribly embarrassing about him.”

The thing is, Eliott realizes, Lucas hardly ever talks about his parents.

There was that moment at Montrose, when Eliott’s aunt was badgering Lucas incessantly about his background, and Lucas had mentioned that his parents were poets, and that they had little money. But aside from that, Eliott knows nothing about them.

He understands it, though. Eliott doesn’t speak about his father unless he absolutely has to. It aches to do so, like prodding at an old scar, and Eliott doesn’t want to ask Lucas to tell him anything that he wouldn’t be willing to share.

That doesn’t stop him from thinking about it, though.

He finds himself in the library one afternoon, carefully combing through the Demaury collection of poetry, searching for any volume with the name Lallemant on the spine. His search yields nothing, aside from distracting Eliott from what was supposed to be an afternoon of finally responding to letters that he’s been meaning to respond to for weeks, and it does nothing to satiate his curiosity.

Still, he makes the decision to wait. He will only ask about Lucas’ family if Lucas gives him an opening to do so. Eliott is patient, a quality nurtured in him by his mother, and with Lucas, he’s even more so. There’s no end to how long he’s willing to wait for him. For anything.

But as it happens, Eliott doesn’t even need to ask.

There’s one night in October when it storms: pounding rain and echoing claps of thunder. Forks of lightning that crack the sky.

They spend the evening in the drawing room, Lucas, Eliott and Daphné, gathered around the fireplace with pots of tea and plates of food. They play cards and Daphné wins every hand. Eliott tells ghost stories until Lucas tells him to stop because he’s bored, even though Eliott has a suspicion it’s because he’s scared.

Eventually, Daphné falls asleep, curled up under a wool blanket on the settee, her open book tumbling from her hands down to the floor.

Eliott folds the corner of a page down to save her place, then wraps another blanket around his shoulders, sitting on the floor with his back braced against the the corner of the settee.

Lucas eyes him from his armchair. “Is there room in there for me?”

In response, Eliott holds the blanket open to him.

Lucas sits between Eliott’s legs, leaning back against his chest and letting out a contended sigh when Eliott folds his arms around him, the blanket covering them both.

A cold nose presses into Eliott’s neck and he gasps.

Lucas giggles into his skin.

“You’re annoying,” Eliott grumbles, but he’s smiling, and Lucas must be able to tell without even looking at him because his hand comes out the blanket, flailing around Eliott’s face until it finds his cheek, then poking him.

“You love me,” Lucas says, sounding nothing short of smug, and Eliott bites at the tip of his finger.

But he can’t help saying it, after a moment, ducking his head to kiss Lucas’ cheek, to whisper in his ear just as another fork of lightning casts long shadows across the drawing room floor, “I love you.”

Lucas turns his head to meet him in a kiss, and Eliott can feel it everywhere when he shivers.

“I love you too,” Lucas murmurs when they part. He tucks his face back into Eliott’s neck, and Eliott shifts his hold on him, lifting one arm so he can stroke his fingers through Lucas’ hair.

Lucas lets out a happy noise, and Eliott smiles, pressing his lips to his forehead.

It’s so peaceful there, in the places where their bodies overlap, underneath their warm blanket, that it feels as though they’ve created a world entirely separate from the one they inhabit. The storm may rage and roar, but there, in the Demaury drawing room, exists only warmth and comfort.

Eliott thinks he could fall asleep like this, with Lucas in his arms and Daphné’s soft snores above them, warmed by the crackling fire.

It would be hell for his back, but it would be worth it.

“This is what it is,” Lucas says softly, and his voice almost too quiet to be heard over the rain against the windows, “to speak of longing between souls. We must have fallen from the same star, my dear, for I loved you before I ever knew you.”

Eliott slowly smooths his hand over Lucas’ hair. “That’s beautiful.” His thumb strokes down the shell of Lucas’ ear. “Where is it from?”

“My mother wrote it.”

Eliott lets out a long breath, resting his chin on the top of Lucas’ head. His eyes are fixed on the tall windows across from them, the world beyond them dark and cavernous, lit only by the occasional stark flash of lightning.

“There used to be manuscripts everywhere in the house,” Lucas says eventually. “From both of them. They would read them aloud constantly, and pore over a single line for hours. It’s why I never liked poetry, because it reminded me too much of them. That one in particular...I heard my mother say it so many times, I could never forget it. But I,” Lucas hands fist in Eliott’s shirt, “I don’t think I really understood it until now.”

Eliott's free hand finds Lucas’ under the blanket. He lifts them together, kissing the inside of Lucas’ wrist, nuzzling into his palm.

He closes his eyes, trying to imprint the words onto his heart.

This is what it is, to speak of longing between souls.

“They would have loved you,” Lucas continues, and there’s a subtle fondness to his voice that makes Eliott smile against the delicate bones of his hand. “I’m sure you could have spent hours talking to them about poetry, or about art.” He lets out a soft laugh. “I would have had to fight to get any of your attention.”

Eliott shakes his head. “Never,” he says softly.

Lucas tugs on Eliott’s hand, lowering them back beneath the folds of the blanket to rest on his stomach.

“We didn’t have a lot of money, but I didn’t realize that, at the time. They never acted like it. I don’t remember them ever fighting, or ever speaking about money around me. They were just...happy, I think. They were always happy.”

Lucas falls silent, and Eliott realizes that he’s crying, small tremors rippling through his back that Eliott can feel in his sternum. Immediately, Eliott wants to comfort him. He wants to wipe his tears and tell him everything will be alright, but in this moment, with Lucas picking at the edges of the oldest scar he has, Eliott doesn’t think its his place.

Eliott knows grief, yes, but he doesn’t know grief like this. So he stays silent, pressing his lips to the crown of Lucas’ head.

I’m so sorry, Lucas. A clap of thunder echoes in the distance. The rain continues to beat against the windows. It’s unfair, and that’s all we can say about it. It’s so fucking unfair.

Eliott doesn’t know how long they stay that way for, but it doesn’t matter. He counts time by how many passes his hand has made down Lucas’ spine, by how many shudders he can feel under his palm, by how many times Lucas’ fists unclench from his shirt, only to grip back onto it.

Eventually, Lucas shifts against him, turning his head away from Eliott’s neck, and his voice is a little more solid to say, “I was lucky, you know. There are so many others like me who lost their parents and had to be taken to an orphanage, or to homes with cruel people. The Banet’s, they...they’ve done so much for me. They’ve given me a family, and a home, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t-” He exhales softly. “There’s something missing in me, and it won’t ever be replaced.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Eliott tells him gently.

“I know,” Lucas says, and it sounds a little sad, but it also sounds like something he’s thought about before. Something he carries with him.

When the silence between them stretches out into minutes, Eliott tentatively says, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

Lucas leans away from Eliott’s chest, sitting up and turning on the spot so he can face him. The blanket drops from his shoulders, pooling around his waist.

His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his face is red, but he’s smiling softly as he cups Eliott’s cheeks in his hands, pressing their foreheads together and letting a sigh unfurl between them.

“It’s so easy for me to tell you things,” Lucas says. “Well, not easy necessarily, but it - it feels right.” He kisses Eliott, short and sweet, and it feels like thank you. It feels like you’re the safest place I know. 

“It’s the same for me,” Eliott whispers. “I hope you know that.”

Lucas’ smile widens. “I do.”

They fire has died to embers, and with it, the warmth in the room begins to be taken over by the damp cold from the storm, so they make the decision to leave, having to try to wake Daphné a few times before bidding her goodnight, then making their way back to their own room, holding hands while Lucas wears the blanket like a cape.

It’s only when Eliott is sitting on the end of their bed, watching Lucas blow out the final candle on the mantlepiece, that he says, hesitantly, “I wish I could read her work.”

It’s too dark for Eliott to interpret the glance Lucas sends him, and he’s worried he’s overstepped, until Lucas steps towards him and says lightly, “You probably could. My father was only published in journals, but she had a book printed, years ago. I’ve never been able to find a copy, but I’m sure you could, with your,” he pokes Eliott in the forehead, “connections.”

“Would you mind?” Eliott asks, grasping Lucas’ finger and tugging on his hand, placing his palm flat over Eliott’s heart. “If I read it? If you would rather I didn’t, I’d understand.”

“No.” Lucas says softly. “I wouldn’t mind.” His thumb strokes across Eliott’s skin. “But thank you for asking.”

“Of course.”

“Her name was Hélène,” Lucas says. “Hélène Lallemant. But the book was published under the pen name Cezanne Olivier.”

The name gives Eliott pause. It tugs at something in his mind, a thin forest green spine and faded gold lettering, but he can’t be sure, not entirely, so he just nods, and says, “I’ll look for it.”

“Alright.” Lucas drops his hand from Eliott’s chest, kneeing up onto the bed next to him, then crawling under the covers, burrowing himself into the pillows.

“Come on.” His voice is muffled. “I’m cold and exhausted, and I’d like you to hold me, please.”

Without hesitation, Eliott goes.

His suspicion is confirmed the next day, when he ventures back into the library and finds that same thin volume. The lettering is faded, but not too faded so as not to be discerned, and Eliott sets it down carefully on the desk in the library, making a plan to return to it after he finishes his meeting with Maurice to survey any damages to the grounds from the storm.

But, when he returns, soaked from the light rain that continues to fall, covered in mud from walking the tree line, the book isn’t where he left it.

He checks the bookcases, on the chance that Madeleine may have re-shelved it, but cannot find it there. He checks the other tables, the drawing room, the study, and grows increasingly worried that he may have lost it somewhere, until he walks past the open door to the bedroom, and he sees Lucas in there, curled up on the window seat with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and an open book in his hand, one with a deep green cover and faint gold lettering.

Eliott watches him for a moment, the way his eyes slowly travel over each line, the way his fingers caress each page before turning it, before he smiles, then quietly turns back down the hallway.

[messagefromtheveins]

Can I ask an imagine where Shawn and the reader meet each others and end up having heating sex. It's like they used to date throwbqck the mgcon but bc of Taylor caniff they broke up but stayed best friends.. He cheated on her. Shawn and her don't see each other's à lot but one night she walks in the bar he is and ya know too much drink and love who never dies. Like they always been in love. Thanks!

Okay so here’s what happened: I left out a lot of the stuff you asked. For one, I haven’t been around that long. I have no idea what happened during magcon times (and some might call me ignorant for not learning about it but I like Shawn the way he is now and don’t need to know everything about his past). Don’t know what happened with Taylor either. Also no cheating- kinda hits a sore spot, sorry. So here you have a blurb about two people who used to date in the past and stayed friends and bumped into each other one night and hooked up. Hope this isn’t too disappointing for you.

He had noticed you across the bar a while ago. But it took a couple of hours until he managed to detach himself from his group of friends and walk over to you. You were concentrated on your drink, carefully twirling the ice cubes around and he felt a hint of worry spread through his chest when he noticed that you seemed to be alone here. "You look beautiful, honey," he spoke up right behind you, your shoulders relaxing instead of tensing like he had expected.

"You know, you'd have my elbow in your ribs if you hadn't used that nickname," you grinned and raised the glass to your lips to take a sip as he stepped around you to sit down on the bar stool beside you. "I've had too many creepy dudes try to hit on me tonight," you sighed and rolled your eyes.

He breathed out a chuckle. "I don't know why you expected any different. Every guy in here would be stupid not to hit on such a gorgeous girl," he told you. The dress you were wearing hugged all of your curves just perfectly and he couldn't help but remember how ecstatic your skin had felt against his all those years ago.

"I just wanted to get my mind off the stressful week I had," you shrugged and gave him a smile, "but I'm so glad you're here. Tell me everything. Where you've been. What happened. All of it."

–—–—–—–—–—–

The Uber was on the way. He knew it wouldn't be more than a couple of minutes until the two of you were on the way to your apartment. And yet he couldn't stop himself from pushing you up against the brick wall in the dark alley beside the bar, couldn't help himself from kissing you in a way that left you breathless. Your hands were on his shoulders and your lips against his were eager, instantly parting when he licked over your bottom lip to allow him to deepen the kiss. It was all so new and yet so familiar that a feeling of home washed over you when he kissed you with the same perfection like not a day had passed in which you hadn't done this, his body firm against yours. Things got heated a little too quickly, his hands under your dress before you even fully registered them moving down, his fingers toying with the edge of your panties. His jeans got uncomfortably tight, one of his legs sneaking between yours and groaning into your mouth as you bucked against his thigh.

It got to the point where he just didn't care anymore, the lust and desire clouding his senses and the feeling of your soft and curvy body pressed against his making his fingers tremble in anticipation. He wouldn't care if you just undid his pants right now. He wouldn't care if the two of you ended up fucking against the brick wall of the bar where everyone could just walk past and see you. But thankfully, though in that moment he was far from thankful, his phone started ringing in his pocket. Pulling away from your lips, he exhaled heavily. "Car's here."

Nimble fingers were under your dress the second you were in the car and on your way to your place, your thighs pushing against another and your head turning to glare at him. He grinned and shook his head. "Gotta be quiet for me," he whispered after leaning in closer, his fingers simply brushing over your bare thighs and yet it had your skin heating up. He didn't stop but also didn't push for more, sometimes trying to get higher to the place you really wanted him but stopped once you tensed up. Though he knew exactly that he had you dripping wet from just touching you like that and you hated him for still remembering all those sensitive spots on your body.

And he didn't waste a second when you were finally in your apartment, simply kicking the door shut while he pressed you up against the nearest wall and captured your lips in a rushed kiss. Your hands were on his belt, tugging on the leather until you got it open before you quickly undid the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His loud groan filled the quiet apartment as your soft hand wrapped around him. Immediate memories of the first time the two of you had let hands wander late at night in his childhood bedroom flashed through his mind, the thrill of the halfway opened door and the fact that his whole family had been home and sleeping just down the hall having added to the excitement of it. "Fuck, I missed you," he sighed and cupped your cheeks in his hands, kissing you sloppily as your fingers lightly teased the tip, the spot where it was trapped against his boxers damp already.

His lips trailed over your jaw and down your neck in small pecks, releasing a relieved sigh when you finally pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, the cold air hitting his flushed skin making him twitch in your hand. His hands snuck under your dress, trailing up the outside of your thighs before one moved to the front, easily sliding beneath your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat as his teeth found the sensitive spot below your ear while a single finger dipped between your folds, his touch so light on your clit that you barely felt it and yet it had your heart racing and your thighs trembling. "Oh," you sighed in relief and let your head fall back against the wall with a dull thud, his finger applying more pressure until you moaned out his name. His free hand hooked into the waistband of your panties, hurriedly pushing it down your legs until it fell to the floor around your ankles, letting you step out of it. Lifting his head, he rested his forehead against yours and bit his bottom lip as your thumb circled his tip. "Shawn, please," it was barely more than a breath passing your parted lips and yet it had his knees close to buckling.

"You sure about this, honey?" he whispered, slowly pulling his hand back and instead gripping your hips under your dress.

You exhaled shakily and nodded. "So much," you responded and placed both hands on his shoulders as you stretched up to kiss him. "Remind me why it was a dumb decision to break up," you added. His hands were quick to push your dress up to bunch around your waist before you felt one of his hands on the back of your thigh, hitching it up around his hips and allowing him to nestle between your legs.

His jaw clenched as his tip brushed through your wet folds and felt your leg around his hip tightening. "Can I have more opportunities to remind you why it was a bad idea apart from this?" he asked quietly and dug his fingers into your thigh as he easily slid into you with a slow thrust. Your head titled back and you couldn't hold back the smile from spreading over your lips. It felt like coming home after being away for too long, a feeling of almost relief filling your chest. Even though it had been a couple of years it was like your body was still used to his touches and the feeling of him. His head pressed against the side of your neck as he stayed unmoving inside of you, breathing a little faster than usually against your skin. "Like-" he swallowed heavily when your walls clenched around him, "like breakfast tomorrow?"

Your fingers tangled into his hair as he slowly pulled back before he moved forward in a quick movement again, his grunt muffled against your neck. You whimpered quietly and nodded, barely able to concentrate on anything else beside the way he felt. "Breakfast sounds great," you whispered and titled your head to look at him as he pulled back, meeting his darkened eyes. There was something in your eyes that made his insides heat up, his hips starting a quick and deep pace that had you moaning every time he completely filled you just to feel him draw back again. He leaned in to capture your lips in a slightly messy kiss, his free hand not holding your leg up sneaking between your thighs to circle your clit again. "Fuck!" you cried out, your hand tugging on his hair as your legs started to tremble.

"So good," he mumbled against your jaw where he placed a series of sloppy kisses, your chest moving with quick breaths. He had known that the teasing during the entire car ride had been worth it as you were already close now and with a hint of pride he noticed how all the signs were still the same.

Memories of your first time together came to your mind, when both of you had been so clumsy and hadn't known what to do. When he had been so insecure and so scared of hurting you and yet he had somehow managed to make it an experience you were so thankful for. It had been so long since you had last gotten to feel him like this and yet you felt complete, like his body was just the perfect puzzle piece for you. The way his hips fit perfectly between your thighs, the way his hand fit perfectly around your thigh to hold you up.

Your back kept bumping against the wall in time with his quick thrusts, his breath hot on your neck and his moans and grunts muffled against your skin. It had been so long and he had spent so many nights wishing you'd be next to him- he knew exactly that he wouldn't be able to last long. Lifting his head, he found your lips in a messy kiss and slowed his movements, grinning as you whined and tugged on his hair. "Don't stop," you mumbled, "please don’t stop."

He bit his bottom lip and didn't respond, instead roughly snapped his hips against yours and reveled in the way you moaned breathlessly and dropped your head back against the wall again. Your hands pulled on his hair and scratched down his clothed back and he hoped that there would be marks tomorrow anyway, hoped that you'd still feel him when you woke up in the morning. He noticed how your grip on him tightened as your legs seemed to get weak, reluctantly taking his fingers off your clit to wrap his hand around your other thigh. He easily lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he adjusted you before he kept thrusting into you.

Against all attempts to hold on longer he ended up coming before you, his cock twitching against your walls while he gave you all he had, his hips pressed flush against yours. He was already coming down from his high and wondered if he should use his fingers or his mouth to get you off when you came around him. "There we go," he whispered and worked you through it with slow and gentle thrusts, your walls wildly clenching around him while you moaned and gasped against his shoulder.

"Fuck, stop," you whimpered when you got too sensitive, biting your lip to hold back another whimper when he slowly pulled out of you. He stayed slumped against the wall, still holding you up with his forehead resting against your jaw.

His eyes were so soft and loving when he pulled back to look at you, your heart skipping a beat. Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands and leaned in for a kiss that was so tender and gentle that you felt a pang of nostalgia in your heart.

–—–—–—–—–—–

His hair was damp and slowly drying into messy curls as he stepped into the living room, a soft smile spreading over his lips as he found you on the couch, legs pulled up and a book in your hands that you closed when you noticed him. Seeing as he didn't have any clothes at your place he had simply put on the same pair of boxers and T-shirt again after the shower he had taken, only having left his jeans neatly folded in your bathroom.

He sat down next to you while you placed the book on the small table in front of the couch. "Do you regret it?" he asked quietly before you could even attempt to think of something to say, your head quickly turning to look at him with wide eyes.

"That I took you back to my place and we had sex? No," you responded and shook your head, not failing see the bit of relief that relaxed his tense features, "that I let you fuck me against the wall that connects to my elderly neighbor who still has really good hearing? Maybe I regret that one a little."

He chuckled, one of his arms stretching out over the back of the couch while you turned to lean into the corner of the couch that you liked to call 'your corner'. You knew there was something else that bothered him by the frown that rested on his features and playfully nudged his thigh with your foot, drawing a small smile from him. "You sure about breakfast? I don't want you to feel obligated just because you said yes in the heat of the moment."

Meeting him tonight in that bar had stirred a lot of feelings you hadn't even known still existed for him. But it felt so good and so right that you didn't want to imagine what it would be like when he walked out of the front door in the morning. Shifting closer to him, you rested your hands on his shoulders and waited until he looked at you before you leaned in closer. His head immediately tilted and his eyes fell shut before your lips even touched his.

You tried to pour all of your feelings and emotions into the kiss, tried to let him know how happy you were that you had bumped into him tonight and you felt like maybe he understood as he started to slowly push you backwards. It was still so familiar to have his weight on top of you while his tongue eagerly explored your mouth. It was still so familiar to have him between your legs, to have one of his hands running up and down your thigh while the other held himself up above you.

He nuzzled his nose into your hair as you broke away from the kiss, your hands exploring the wide expanse of his back. "I missed you," you admitted in a quiet whisper that he probably wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close.

He pressed his forehead against your temple, his breath tickling on the side of your cheek. "I know I never told you this," he whispered, the tip of his nose lightly brushing over your skin before he placed the softest kiss below your temple. "We've been so young, but I loved you," he told you, his voice soft. Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes closed, completely concentrating on his every move. "There's a part of me that still loves you. You've been my first girlfriend. So many of my firsts. No one can ever take that place."

[darby-drabbles]

Just some talk about various pairs in the High School AU. (Feel free to send more pairs and combos for me to talk about some other time, I made a post earlier with what characters are involved in the AU)

We don't have a solid timeline of who dates who and when, so those thoughts are kinda tentative, but I mean, I want all the classic ships to still be here!!! It’s just hard to get there if there’s a buncha jealous teens who still need to work out feelings... I also kinda struggled in general with some of this, a lot of the world building was back n forth with @duck-n-clover​ with BOTH our characters and I forgot to think about how some of my guys are just.. Together. Like I know How They Act in this au but what are their Opinions...

Andre & Nathan

TY @agentchimendez​

They probably met through Dante, one of Nate's best friends and Andre's, idk, eventual friend he starts to hang out with frequently. (I’ll talk about them too in part 2 probably) Andre hasn’t had a lot of good friends for a while now and he’s a little skeptical of people liking him and wanting to spend time with him suddenly and immediately. Sounds fake and unrealistic....

I feel like Nate and Andre wouldn't mind hanging out alone together pretty soon though. (I'm sure they're nearly always with other parts of their group, but they WOULD.) Despite Andre being unsure of calling him a Friend and maybe being skeptical, Nate's talkative enough that it'd be decent company AND he doesn’t have to work too hard about opening up. Initial thoughts, Nate thinks Andre seems cool but he wallows in self pity too much and he gets kinda worried about him.. hopefully he's doin okay. Nate will cheer him up!! Andre probably thought Nathan was a little Too Much, but didn't necessarily dislike him. Just. Needs to be his friend in small doses some times. Nate (and Dante) likes to tease Andre A Bit, like with any of his friends, but Andre's not used to Being his friend and gets easily frustrated with that. He doesn't WANT to be Teased he's Sensitive.. Nate likes to pester, and take foods off your lunch tray, and startle you then laugh when you get scared. It's usually Obviously a goof and Andre can kinda react reasonably, but sometimes it's taken a little too far for Andre’s liking to try n laugh off and he snaps at them all.

Nate's always pretty touchy-feely with all his friends, even acquaintances (This boy Loves HUGS!) and Andre's appreciative of him for it. He might not admit it Out Loud, but he likes when Nate randomly wraps an arm around him or touches his arm or back or something like that. Andre isn't used to so much positive physical contact, tbh, and its nice. (no, andre, fist fights and giving hjs to randos under the bleachers doesn't count)

Nathan crushes on people easily and often, so I think he’d like Andre. Andre doesn’t admit his feelings to himself as easily, and is trying to get away from not that great casual hookups at the time he’s getting friendly with him, so I feel like it would take him a little while to admit he’s crushin’? BUt yeah itll happen.

They both skateboard, Andre’s better at it and does actual tricks while Nate’s Learning but mostly just uses it to get around faster. He’s genuinely impressed at even the most simple tricks Andre does..

When Andre breaks him arm, he gets Kriss to paint on his cast a little but he doesn’t have anyone sign it. He’s kinda afraid of bein close to people still and doesn’t think much of it? But eventually Nate just takes his arm and signs his cast and draws a big ole heart and hands the marker to Dante. “There, now it looks like you’ve got friends who want you to get better! ‘Cause you do!” Andre chokes back tears and tries to convince him it was only blank bc he liked the aesthetic of it.

Izzy & Andre

TY Anon

Izzy and Andre feel a bit more reserved. They met through Nate (Izzy's another of his good bffs.) but it probably takes them a while until they'd be comfortable hanging out one on one. I feel like Izzy's heard more bad gossip about Andre, or at least cares about it a little more than Nate would. And she doesn't necessarily hold it against him, he still seems like a Decent guy and not like she's perfect anyway,, but she's aware of what people say about him, while Nate just kinda shrugs those things off completely. Andre thought she seemed cool but a little aloof (like him) and he knew he'd have a harder time getting to know her. He might've thought she was dating Nathan at the time they met? (And who knows maybe they were??) I don’t know how that affects his thoughts but, he did think it..

They eventually bond over liking a lot of similar bands, and helping each other discover new music, too! They’re both kinda, sad kids sometimes and they either bounce that sadness back and forth, or feel At Least a bit comforted that they can relate their feelings, but, it’s hard and u never know which one you’re gonna get when they vent with each other.

Izzy & Nate & Andre & Ricky

I Think eventually this lil group would wanna form their own little punk band, instead of Izzy and Nate joining Mark & Drew’s band like in canon. They’re experimenting with their OWN thing, and they manage to convince Andre to join singing and guitar playing! Darla’s oc Ricky will probably be on the keyboards!

(Levi occasionally jumps in when his schedules free and sings along with em for fun! Not an official member but they welcome him happily.)

This was a sudden thought we haven’t worked out all the details, but it’s a really good thought so it’ll happen for sure!

[suspiciouslypinklady]

RIGHT BLOG THIS TIME >:( (also lmao sorry it took so long I was playing league xD) alrightalrightalright leggo: Dairoe: 1, 3, 8, 11, 18, 25, 33, 49, Sharon: 2, 4, 16, 24, 30, 40, 47. also bonus if you post art of ur babies ^.^

jfdhdfjhfd sorry it took ME so long to answer this!! i got really excited so i had to call my gf to answer dairoe’s questions bc guess what its her oc

I CANT MAKE THE IMAGE SYSTEM WORKK FUCKKK TUMBLRR (click here please)

👇 👇 QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS BELOW BC IT LONG 👇 👇

(disclaimer: sharon is a 2000 year old “demon” that can control liquid water that’s actually a monster but as a humanoid shes hot so whatever/ dairoe is an almost 2000 year old nymph from greek hell even tho she too butch and ripped to look the part. she controls fire a bit)

Sharon:

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?

She’s actually pretty confident and kind of intimidating so it doesn’t really show but one of her biggest insecurities is her role in any kind of intimate relationship apart from acquaintance. Sharon’s reaaally bad at forming strong bonds so when anything similar to that is happening (first of all she pulls away like a fucking avoiding person) she gets scared because she KNOWS she’s bad and that she’s a terrible company, she isn’t great communicating or being open and lacks so much experience that doesn’t even know the basics to Relationships 101

Tldr; if her partner was like ‘hey you suck and im leaving’ she’d be like ‘that’s fair. Im terrible, bye.’ Bc she’s insecure

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)

She likes that this other bitch has gone through similar stuff as she has (2000 years of human bullshit), they have the same background and both are some kind of old ass mythical being, so they can actually share a lot of input about the world and have long conversations together, it makes her feel less alone even if she doesn’t know it (she’s alexithymic af)

A physical one is that this huge jacked woman is very warm at all times?? And that feels nice?? She can also stim w her 4583744 thousand arm hairs

16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like?

Not particularly any but is more inclined to Athletic bc she loooooves water and could swim all day. She’d also play any sport as long as it’s competitive bc SHE-CANT-SAY-NO-TO-A-CHALLENGE

24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like?

“An unorganized, loud and rude mess. As a first impression at least.

While I’m sure there’s more than meets the eye I can’t say it’s something particularly easy to see. At this point I’m convinced we’re probably a bad joke from the universe, but well, I’ve always been told my humor is really bad so… this might just be perfect for me.”

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

Theater is the epitome of art for her bc she’s an ancient greek thing.. she’d probably see any type of play, for music she loves classic and (yes) the 80s?? who doesn’t love the 80s though

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

She stims a lot in private, she used to do it openly when she was ‘young’ but then noticed people reacted negatively to that. So now when she’s alone she does stuff like spinning on her chair repeatedly and others

47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?

NOT at all,, mostly quiet if she doesn’t have anything to say, and gets particularly awkward with small talk but she’s still social as in , if she gets invited somewhere she’ll most likely go

Dairoe:

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

SHFSJFSJ im dying because actually my gf pulled this name out of her ass bc it sounded cool but later we discovered it means something like bulls? In greek??? So that was pretty fitting

GUEST STAR: HELLO IT BE ME, suspisciouslypinklady’s GIRLFRIEND coming in with the BIG OL’ QUESTIONS

it IS true I just pulled a nice sounding name out of my ass and way later I put it in the translator to greek to see if it even was something and it WAS. It means bulls indeed. God i’m so good

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

This is super hard for her actually, she’d definitely say how she’s fit but she would only like that on a good day. On bad days, she would probably say her eyes? Or hair? But she wouldn’t be a fan of her own physical traits.

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?

She’s a big meanie but I wouldn’t say it’s her flaw. It’s probably how stubborn she is when it comes down to opening up? Being herself? Like she’s super mean but it’s only to fit this ‘persona’ she has built, and if she didn’t feel the need to, a lot of her problems would go away. But then again, it’s complex, she’s been like this for centuries!

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

Loved ones being hurt :( Also I guess being harassed to the point of rage, but it’s less likely. She’s not prone to full blown rage, though she can be hotheaded, she controls herself.

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?

A farm filled with animals and her Wife ← what Fanfi wrote and it’s True. It’s so sensitive she doesn’t talk about it, but she has a farm near Switzerland where she’d happily live with her animals and her Wife.

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

This question is so good ← what Fanfi wrote and it’s TRUE. it’s 100% that one time she felt so disgusted by her own physical appearance that she used magic and it made what she thought was a ‘monster’. It was like a huge fuck you from the gods, considering she was never a beautiful as what a nymph should be, you know? But that’s in the past, and it hasn’t really come up since you don’t talk about ancient magic in modern times.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

The farm but withoutgf ← what Fanfi wrote and… it’s true but she would also wander anywhere, she has high survivability in nature so she can virtually go anywhere and be ok. She has done this a lot of times.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

I don’t think so actually! I think she has pretty standard nightmares but her REALLY bad dreams must be themed of her early days, where she pretended to be an attractive lady, and she was glorified like a deity under her illusions so they won’t see her ‘true self’. Going back to that haunts her, but thankfully waking up usually calms her down and it doesn’t happen often. It doesn’t affect her mood, but on a bad day it may :(

(bonus 2 for reading this far holy fuck)

[darby-draws-archive]

I got a bunch of q's for them siblings, Lauren Mark and Nathan!! 5-7, 10, 12, 17, 19, 27, 30 and 31!

Thank you for asking so many questions for these good siblings!! And for being so patient! :,) I feel like I could’ve gotten more into specific scenarios with some of these but I didn’t quite know where to start or which question would have the better examples. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy anyway, I’ve definitely got enough info down for sure! Under the cut for obvious rambling reasons.

5. What traits does each person find endearing in the other?

Mark: Lauren’s ridiculously confident in herself and Nate’s always really passionate and excited about what he does.Lauren: Nathan tries to be friends with everybody and Mark has always had my back. Nathan: Mark’s just the right amount of sarcastic to be fun and he takes the band really seriously. Lauren’s secretly a big softie even when she pretends she’s cooler than everyone else.

6. Which traits does each person find annoying in the other?

Mark: They never shut up.Lauren: Oh my god, Mark thinks he knows everything and Nate never shuts up. He’s the bratty baby brother neither of us asked for. (laUREN!) (its true but they still love him)Nate: tHEY’RE BOSSY. And patronizing. And cynical.

7. How often do they see each other? How often do they talk to each other?

Nate and Mark see each other at least once a week, more if there’s lots of band practice or concerts to play or just wanna hang out! They see Lauren a handful of times throughout the year, at holidays and random visits.

Mark talks with Lauren more than Nathan does, kinda on a weekly basis, sometimes more, depends how busy they are or if they’ve got Exciting Gossip. Lauren and Nate probably talk like once after most full moons and a handful of other times,,, Nate wants to hear how the werewolf adventures go.

10. What would they get for each other as birthday gifts?

Mark’s mostly just gives money tbh, sometimes he’ll go halfsies on more expensive gifts but he doesn’t normally Think of the good gifts. He might take them out like to the record store and buy some things they pick out themselves. This is particularly good with Lauren, since it’s also his birthday and he has the excuse to get stuff he wants, too.

Lauren will usually find various music related things, shirts an posters of some bands they like, patches and pins for their Cool Jackets™. Nate likes comic books and movies, Mark would like biographies of musicians or maybe some video game, it varies but she could definitely find some things.

Nate tries to get Lauren makeup and sometimes it works out. He’d probably be better off with a gift card for it but he’s insistent that he knows “the hottest new eyeshadow thingy” and “the trendiest nail polish colors this season”. (he just Says these things, he doesn’t actually know anything) I think Nathan gets Mark a fun vidya game because he knows everyone else is getting him band related stuff,, unless he’s specifically asking for things.

12. Do either of them have any hobbies or interests which annoy the other?

Nottt particularly? I can’t really think of anything, if they don’t share the interest in something they just kinda leave it alone. Maybe if Lauren had to listen to tooo much of their band practice at once it would annoy her, just because her hearing is sensitive and they’re loud bois. She WANTS to enjoy it but what can u do. Mark kinda thinks they’re both way too into the horror genre but he doesn’t mind all that much.

OF COURSE this was different when they were younger and they often teased one another for certain interests,, but they grew out of that. (okay, mostly,, light teasing may still happen..) Most themes involved Lauren (or Nate’s) love for pop music and boybands or when Nate started experimenting with his guyliner. (and Lauren only teased him bc it was poorly drawn on…)

17. When one is feeling down, how does the other respond?

I kinda mentioned this one with the bros here the first time I reblogged these questions, but to add on Lauren:

On minor sad days, Lauren’s the type to give advice if she can or some kind of generic comforting thing and then kinda joke with her brothers. She kinda downplays her helping, kinda like “the solution’s simple, you just, do this. Is that reALLY all you wanted to talk to me about???” And if she can get either of them to laugh after they’ve been crying then it’s fair game for her to tease them for it.

If it’s a major sad thing, she tries to be The Strong One in those types of situations, even if it’s hard. She’ll listen if they wanna talk and cry, try to sound reassuring when telling them that it’ll be okay.

Mark’s better at comforting Lauren, they were definitely closer growing up so they kinda know exactly what would help. She doesn’t like feeling “weak” from showing emotions but she doesn’t mind crying in front of him and he’s alright at calming her down. But really Lauren usually just needs someone to rant to and maybe give a little advice, (she won’t outright ask for it but she leaves looong pauses for you to suggest something..) Mark knows and can easily handle that.

Nate isn’t used to seeing a sad Lauren and wouldn’t quite know how to react. Can you…. Tease her for this??? Is that allowed? What would Mark do.. But really, he just tries to be his normal happy self to cheer her up! Tell a funny story or joke.

19. Has one ever had to stop the other from making a very foolish decision? And did the other listen to them?

APsolutely. Mark is Lauren’s impulse control and Nate’s bossy older brother. Mark does stupid shit too but I don’t think any of them really stop him. Though, Mark would actually listen to Lauren on occasion. They both wouldn’t really listen to Nate even if he did try to stop them?? They don’t trust his judgement any more than they do their own. Nate might listen to them about half the time maybe? Still very foolish…

Lauren might try to stop Nathan more, Mark’s old enough to do his own thing. Plus, she finds it funnier if Mark fucks something up somehow, with Nate it’s mostly just sad.

Mark used to try and stop Lauren from doing stupid shit a lot in their teen years, but now he stops Nate from doing stupid stuff more often just by proximity and how much they see each other in comparison. Nate is bound to do something foolish at some point. He normally doesn’t find out Lauren’s doing something foolish until after the fact, now.

27. How far would each go to protect the other?

Oh they’re very protective, Mark used to get involved with Lauren’s fights a lot in high school. (She was always gettin into trouble.) I don’t think Nate really gets into situations like that, but in general he’s protective of him, yeah. (and that extends to Izzy, too.. I know this is about the sibs but this is definitely a situation where he treats her like family. He’s just ! A protective older brother all around, for everyone.)

Lauren,, being a werewolf and undoubtedly the strongest of them all now,,,, could do some damage if she needed to and she wouldn’t hesitate if it was to protect her siblings.

Nate’s a lotta bark and no bite, to be honest, so he wouldn’t get in as many fights like they would. But, he’s passionate and wants to protec them too if he can!

30. How far would each person follow the other? Would they trust them enough to commit crime because the other asked them to?

Uhh, pretty far, especially the twins. They have a lot of trust for each other and yeah I could see that involving a crime if it was completely necessary. At the very least, hiding a crime that the other one did..

Mark: We need to fuck someone’s shit up? I’ll fuck someone’s shit up.Lauren: Listen, I’m not saying that. All I’m saying is I know where to find some very sharp teeth and some very secluded woods.Nate: I draw the line at petty theft and arson.

Siiince Nate’s our lil crime boy in the runaway AU though, I’ll expand a lil more on that scenario since it’s more tangible? I think they’d both get involved immediately if he asked/said he was in some kind of trouble. Kind of a heat of the moment ofc I gotta help my lil bro out of a bad situation. But I don’t think he does that. I think he just disappears suddenly for a while and bc of that.. Well, they’d wanna do some detective work to figure out what happened to him,, but might not jump to help him as immediately when he does finally show back up again. They were incredibly worried for him and now that he’s back, they’re mad at him for making them so scared!! ‘You could’ve called a long time ago!’ >:(

Not to say they wouldn’t help him at all, he would just need to do a lot more explaining for either of them to get on board. That being said if the newly blonde and tattooed Nathan showed up at either of their houses with some equally disguised boyfriends then they wouldn’t hesitate to let them hide out n crash there.

31. If one wronged the other badly, would the other forgive them easily?

Mark forgives kinda easily? He’d be upset initially but eventually, he’d rather keep his relationships in tact than hold grudges.

Lauren IS Dramatic and WILL hold grudges, no doubt. Forgiveness might happen eventually, but it’s not easy.

Nate wants to forgive and for sure would try, normally he’d be the first to forgive! But he’s a lil more emotional and if we’re talking badly wronged,, bad feelings and memories would still pop up and he’s not as Over It as he pretends to be. Whatever happened still might hurt him, and he’d also bring previous arguments up even if they weren’t relevant as evidence of maYBE I shouldn’t forgive you this time!! They love their baby brother but they push him around sometimes, sometimes its ‘just teasing’ and sometimes it’s not, and I feel like if they did something that was seriously that bad, he’d start thinking about EVERYthing before telling himself, how much am I gonna put up with.

[gourmetbooty]

Katsuhira Yuuta+Shuuta

Hi, I thought I’d make a post about my Tokyo Ghoul oc, Katsukira Yuuta, and his dynamics with Tsukiyama Shuu!

100% japanese, 27 years old, born 17th june, full ghoul, ukaku

wavy brown hair (see Harry Styles 2017), dark brown eyes, full lips, earrings (tiny and black/silver, nothing too flashy), 1,90m tall (6’2” i think??)

pretty fit but not over the top, likes football and sometimes roller skating for fun

small heart shaped mole under his right ear, Shuu loves it

bisexual, realized it when he was 18 but has always been pretty chill about it

backstory: relatively normal/happy childhood, his father died when he was 16 because of the CCG, that’s why he accepts to join GOAT so easily

his mom died when he was 22, she was a very positive female figure in his life 

got along well with both his parents, especially his mom

momma’s boy

dropped out after 2 years of university to help his mom, studied Biology

likes animals and plants

keeps a “bad boy” appearance to seem tough but he’s just really sweet and has a lot of love to give

likes books, most of them are similar to Shuu’s tastes

fav tv shows: the walking dead, naruto, game of thrones, sailor moon

fav animal is polar bear, fav color is blue

he often wears his dad’s leather jacket

considers his motorcycle as his child and calls her Baby

usually cheerful and flirty, especially with someone he likes

has had 2 girlfriends and 1 boyfriend, but it was never something serious

he doesn’t cry often, except with the lion king, the last Indiana Jones movie, the wizard of oz and armageddon

has had an emo phase at 13-15

he doesn’t mind studying, as long as it’s not too much

before joining GOAT he worked at a genius bar in an apple store, he likes computers, phones and tech in general

what he feels for Shuu kinda scares him at first bc he has never felt something like this for anyone, but he quickly accepts his feelings and learn to love him, and he promises to himself that he will help him in any way he can bc he loves this boy so much

knows like 2 words in French but wants shuu to teach him

he just wants shuu to wear glasses and a sweater vest, giving him the professor vibe

doesn’t mind kaneki but he kinda doesn’t like him at the same time for what he did to Shuu

nihsiki and banjou are his bros

has never rly built a relationship with touka

has instantly fell in love with Hinami and after a while he begins to consider her sort of like his lil sister, they bond over disney movies

is a pretty skilled fighter but still needs some polishing, so sometimes he spars with nishiki, naki or someone else, but mostly Shuu

who wouldn’t mind flirting if they weren’t currently fighting

Now I’ll list some headcanons I talked about with @sandypenguin6 !!!

sometimes Shuu wears Yuuta’s leather jacket and Yuuta adores it

after a while Shuu gets more comfortable and initiates physical contact gives Yuuta kisses and sits in his lap

Shuu loves holding hands

he’s never had much physical contact so he glues himself to Yuuta

pirate!Yuuta and mermaid!Shuu is a thing

Shuu would lure him in with singing but he’s too cute to kill so he drags him back to the shore

Yuuta wakes up and sees something disappearing, he wants to know what saved him so he comes back to the shore every day until he meets Shuu

sometimes he goes mailing alone and Shuu follows him in the water

Yuuta: “did you clean your pants with windex bc i can see myself in them” Shuu: “i’m leaving you”

Yuuta uses terrible pick-up lines and Shuu looks at him with murder in his eyes but at the same time he thinks “oh god i can’t not fuck him”

during the first days of their relationship Yuuta is pretty sure it’s not gonna be anyhting too serious, then he wakes up one morning, looks at this beautiful sleeping angel in his arms and thinks “uh oh”

they’d do anything to protect each other

during a fight a dove has Shuu cornered and says “your friend won’t save you now” and Shuu just decks him and yells “he’s my boyfriend you dumb slut”

Mirumo would be so happy his son got over that “goth young man”

he’d be so supportive, even after Shuu tells him Yuuta has a motorcycle

he’d come back a day later with condoms and lube and tell Shuu “you’e now an adult, be responsible” bc he’s not a regular dad, he’s a cool dad

Yuuta would be a little intimidated by him at first but they’d get along really well

he’d show him Shuu’s baby and teenage pictures while Shuu screams in the background

Shuu has told Yuuta some adventures of his Gourmet days, like that time he ore off and ate a councilman’s balls, and Yuuta is impressed

“i also tried to eat kaneki-kun while he ate someone else” “you didn’t tell me you were this kinky”

Shuu feels undeserving at first bc he’s still not over Kaneki and Yuuta deserves someone who can love him unconditionally, but Yuuta shushes him, holds him and kisses his worries away

sometimes Shuu doesn’t cry but he looks for Yuuta, pulls him in bed and climbs onto him like a koala without a word

Shuu is confused because he’s not used to receiving this kind of affection, or affection at all, but he loves it

when Yuuta finds out he makes sure to kiss him and touch him all over to assume him that he’s there

Shuu would be the first one to say i love you! Yuuta has known for a while but didn’t tell him because he didn’t wanna pressure him, but one day Shuu blurts it out and Yuuta pushes him against the walls and repeats “i love you, i love you” between kisses

Shuu manager to get over Kaneki in 2/3 months but he’s still sensitive when he’s around him so Yuuta holds his hand to remino him that he’s there

if they could they’d elope to get married bc Shuu thinks it’s romantic

Kaneki is a little disappointed and he thinks of Shuu as “the one who got away” but he’s happy that Shuu is finally happy

Kaneki is still super important to Shuu and he’s very attached to him, just not romantically anymore

Yuuta feels a little threatened not by the actual Kaneki, but the image of him Shuu has created in his mind, but he gets over that quickly and Shuu has eyes only for Yuuta

Shuu is late for a meeting and when he comes in he looks at Yuuta first and Yuuta knows there’s nothing to be worried about

sometimes Yuuta smokes but he eventually stops for Shuu

Shuu is weak every time Yuuta wakes up with light stubble and begs him not to shave

if Yuuta gets sick he insists that he isn’t and tries to seduce Shuu by seductively rubbing Vaporub on his chest and making noises, and of course Shuu gives in

if Shuu were sick Yuuta would become a super mom

Shuu is a cuddle monster

Yuuta knows that he’s Shuu first boyfriend and he tries to make every experience the best he’ll ever have

“i’m happy i’m your first” “and hopefully the last too!”

as of marriage proposals, Yuuta would think of something super elaborate and romantic but he’d just blurt it ut during a makeout session and tries to ignors but Shuu tackles him and accepts his proposal

the ring is silver with a small diamond in the center

Mirammo would be crying tears of joy, Hinami is super excited and Nishiki jokingly asks Yuuta if he’s really sure, Yuuta looks at Shuu adoringly and says “yes, 100% sure”

a few days later Kaneki calls Shuu and gives him a handmade black yarn bracelet bc he wants to congratulate Shuu and indirectly tell him that he’s sorry

Shuu thanks him and tells him that he has to move on but Kaneki will still be a huge part of his life and they hug tightly

one day when they’re not together yet Yuuta walks in a room while Shuu is working out and doing the splits and Yuuta has an aneurysm

Yuuta tries to play it cool and starts doing lift but he’s showing off for Shuu and even adds groans that sound like sex noises before taking off his shirt and splashing water all over his chest

Shuu starts salivating and he has to get up to wrap his sweatshirt around his waist bc of a “little” problem

the next workout Shuu wears a pair of booty shorts so tiny they might as well be slips and bends over right in front of Yuuta who combusts

hey’d start a seduction contest, seeing who’ll break first

one time Shuu arrived late for a meeting, there were no seats left and sat down in Yuuta’s lap, who can’t concentrate at all

NSFW headcanons!

Shuu is inexperienced so Yuuta always takes it slow and makes sure Shuu is super comfortable

if only Shuu gets to finish and he’s tired, Yuuta would go to the bathroom to finish himself off and come back for cuddles

Shuu loves hickeys

Shuu is loud during sex bc he’s not used to it and it feels so good, so Yuuta is always shushing or kissing him but it doesn’t work and if there’s someone in the rooms next to theirs they hear everything

when Yuuta is behind him Shuu mons louder just so that Yuuta would cover his mouth with a hand and be a little rougher

when he tops for the first time Shuu is always asking Yuuta if he’s okay, if it feels good and Yuuta praises him the whole time

afterwards Shuu complains that it’s too tiring and collapses on Yuuta, who just chuckles and kisses his forehead

Shuu’s flexibility comes in handy

they love leasing the fuck out of each other, both during sex and also with things like making bedroom eyes at each other in public and playing footsie under a table/touching each other's thighs/ass

Yuuta has an unhealthy obsession with Shuu’s ass and more often than he’d like to admit Shuu finds himself with bite marks on his asscheeks

[changeandmovingon]

Don’t just stand there, you idiot!

//Never thought I would write a fic again. Its been so loooooong and I know I’m terrible with writing. you cant convince me otherwise B( but anyway, was chatting with @saboriyankii and I promised her a fic bc of that stupid idea that I got.  <3 I’m so sorry it took so damn long ;3;//

They finally won their last game at the camp. It had been a long five days of games, training and practice. But in the end, it was all worth it. Especially for the third years as this would be their last one before they graduated. 

After the game, the team and Komori went back to the location they were staying to shower and get some food before heading to the bus. They only had an hour so everyone was in a hurry. Oharano took a shower first before heading to grab something simple to eat, he didn’t want to be bothered with the rest of the idiots. And the headache he was having didn’t help his mood. Damn that Sagami, that one guy and his brute tackle made him hit his head with the guy’s shoulder. Now he was suffering for it. Luckily for him, he heard that no one was in the sleeping quarters as they were all too busy stuffing their faces, so that meant Etsugo could sneak in a few minutes of quiet and hopefully this headache would go away.

But that didn't happen.

Before he could even step into the room, he felt a hand grab his wrist and then being dragged into the nearest closet. Oharano was pissed, he was about to argue with whoever grabbed him when he was silenced. He was met with lips on his own and an even hotter body pressed against him. He should’ve known. Ebumi was high with pride from the game since he and Ise were the ones that did the plays that caused their win.

Bastard must be enjoying the praise he was getting from everyone. It was well deserved but still annoying.

He sighed as he encircled his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, feeling himself being lifted before wrapping his legs around the taller’s waist. Might as well enjoy this, they didn’t have much time left anyway before being called to leave the establishment.

Damnit, it was so hard to not make noises; Ebumi’s tongue and teeth were doing such things on his neck, it was a good thing he was being carried since if he were standing, his knees would’ve been shaking. Idiot knew how to get him riled up with a few strokes of that hot tongue and skillful hands roaming over his heated skin.

Etsugo’s hand covered his mouth as to prevent any sounds from escaping as Ebumi kept teasing him on the most sensitive areas. Hot mouth on his neck, teasing fingers dipping into the back of his pants before kneading his ass. His mind was spinning, feeling those hands and mouth, the feeling of the winger’s body heat and how their hips were grinding up against one another.

But he also knew how to rile Ebumi, just whisper hotly in his ear, “Ma...saru...”

Bingo.

The fly half smirked as he heard a deep growl coming from Ebumt, his large hands gripped his rear harder and his hips were gyrating with force that any harder, they would be causing rucks against the wall. And they didn’t want that to happen.

Hearing footsteps, and voices outside the door, the half-fly was getting nervous, but at the same time excited at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position.

This was so embarrassing. His boyfriend better hurry the hell up before they were called and letting everyone know exactly what they were up too.

After their heavy make out, Oharano sent a glared up at the winger, ignoring the smug look before leaving the closet and heading back to where he originally thought of going, before once more getting stopped but it was Gion this time. He was told that everyone was getting ready to leave and that he should hurry. And also mentioned that he looked like shit. Etsugo growled and smacked the kid upside his head before stomping to get his belonging before meeting with the rest outside.

On the bus and heading back home, Etsugo sighed, fingers working on his texts being sent to his brother as he tuned out the mess and noises around him. He was sitting on the back, phone in hand as Ebumi was next to him. Arm around his shoulders as the idiot was laughing loudly with Ise, still enjoying the afterglow of their win. Really, couldn’t they just shut up for a while. How annoying. Once he finished his last text to his brother, letting him know that they were on their way back before placing the device into his hoodie pocket and leaning back against his seat, eyes closed. Headache hasn’t good and it was starting to get worse. He did noticed that the laughter next to him stopped and he must’ve imagine it but he felt a soft touch of lips on the side of his head before falling asleep.

Everything was going peacefully; the noises in the bus weren’t so loud anymore, guessing some of the guys fell asleep. The soft rocking of the ride was actually soothing, plus...having a nice warm body cuddling up with him as Etsugo’s head was on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Yup, everything was fine.

Until...

A sudden jerk of the large vehicle caused those asleep to jump up, there were some confusion and already some were getting up to see what was going on. Etsugo frowned, rubbing his eyes as he looked around only to hear screaming.

“GET DOWN!”

He didn’t know who yelled, maybe Komori-san? The captain? Suddenly the bus was swiveling dangerously onto traffic and the next thing he knew, Ebumi threw himself onto him before everything went black.

Caramel eyes slowly opened. Etsugo’s vision was blurry for a moment before focusing. He noticed he was looking up at nothing but darkness and laying down on the ground. But nothing else. The half-fly groaned, rubbing his head as he carefully stood up before turning his gaze around, checking to see what in the world just happened and for a second felt a slight panic as he couldn’t see or hear anything. That was until he felt a large hand on his shoulder, making him jump at the contact before spinning around. And to his relief, it was Ebumi. Thank God.

He was about to ask his boyfriend what happened when he was pulled into a strong embrace, Ebumi nuzzling onto his neck tenderly. Etsugo was a bit concern at the usual abrasive teammate to be so...gentle. He must’ve been scared at whatever the hell happened to him earlier.

Soon (much to his dislike) was let go and noticed them that some of the other guys were not too far from them. He saw Iwashimizu balling his eyes out, Raita trying to comfort him. Komori was looking at the group with a somber look, which caused a sad feeling in Etsugo’s chest before seeing more of his teammates. But not all.

“Whats going...” “We’re dead, stupid.” Eyes shot towards the older male, shock and baffled that Ebumi would be saying such things.

“If this is a sick joke, its not funny.”

“Its not, idiot. Look around, ya think this is a joke!”

Etsugo just stared at his boyfriend, wondering if he was lying or messing with him as he usually did. But that look on his eyes were telling him the truth, the younger male could see confusion, anger, fear in those dark eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to remember what happened before now...and it kinda did make sense. For what he gathers with what little memories he had, there was some type of accident, he remembered the screaming, the bus jerking and swaying dangerously...Ebumi throwing himself onto him. He looked at the other in awe at what the winger tried to do. “You tried to shield me, didn’t you?” Ebumi looked a bit put off as he crossed his arms, his eyes adverted.

“Like that shit worked.” Etsugo smiled softly and leaned to lay his head against Ebumi’s shoulder, “You’re an idiot, but...” he then whispered before placing a soft kiss on his neck, “Thank you.”

He smiled even more as he felt his boyfriend slowly relax and leaned to nuzzle his hair. Yes, Etsugo would be sad that he wouldn’t see his family again, but if it mean he would be staying with Ebumi for a very long time, then it wouldn’t be so bad. “C’mon, lets go. I see the others moving.” Damn, he was kinda enjoying the closeness with the older male. It wasn’t like they didn’t have anything else to do so a few small nuzzling here and there would’ve been ok to do. But alas, Ebumi moved away from him, but not before feeling a kiss on his forehead and his hand being grabbed. He looked over at the others, seeing that less than half were here...which was a good thing. That mean the rest of the team were still alive and he hoped they were doing well. As they walked, Etsugo noticed how quiet everything was; how quiet Ebumi was, but he didn’t think nothing of it as he was still trying to come to terms with what just happened to them. It was going to be rough for his family, for Ebumi’s, for the guys that were here, also know that they were still processing everything that happened as they walked together. Etsugo clung onto that comforting hand, it was the only thing that was keeping him grounded and not lose his mind over what had happened to him, to all of them. And he hoped he was doing the same for his boyfriend too.

The group continued walking, and talking quietly among themselves as Etsugo would glance at Ebumi. It was a bit weird to have the loud, annoying winger so damn quiet. Sure, they had their quiet time before, like when they were together alone at their houses, or maybe at a park...or whatever, but it was a comfortable quiet. Not...not this tension, half scared out of your mind type quiet. The younger blond squeezed his boyfriend’s hand, over and over whenever he felt a bit overwhelmed and was immediately calmed every time as he felt Ebumi squeezing back.

After what felt like a really long time, they found themselves in front of a large, long and pristine white gates. It began to slowly open and Etsugo jumped, clinging onto the other’s arm, fingers digging into his skin. He was scared, he didn’t care right now that the other guys were there, could be seeing him so afraid. But everything that was happening was more important than what the others thought of him.

He kept to himself as the large gates continued to open, staring up in awe at how huge and beautiful they were. There were hushed words around him, the guys that were there talking among themselves quietly as they must be confused as he was and Etsugo wondered if this could be what he thought it was.

He turned to look up at Ebumi, but the winger was whispering something to Matsu-senpai; and by the look of it, it didn’t sit well with the older male. Etsugo felt his stomach drop; not that he had anything against the closeness of his boyfriend and his senpai, in fact...Etsugo liked the idea that the former delinquent had someone he could confined with. It made him thing that Ebumi wasn’t alone and he was grateful for that.

As the gates were finally wide open, the group kinda just stood there, not really knwoing what to do until slowly began to move forward. Were they being let inside? Was this heaven? So many questions, and some doubts...but regardless, they had to move somewhere.

Etsugo didn’t know what to do but he might as well head with the rest inside, maybe find some answers to what was going on and where they were; even though he knew, he could feel exactly where they were.

But as he took a few steps passed the gates, Ebumi’s hand slowly slipped away from him. The fly half stopped and turned, frowning as his boyfriend just stood there, with that insufferable smirk on his lips, hands in his pockets; looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

But something was off.

Etsugo ignored the red flags as he turned around to face his boyfriend, a hand on his hips and his own smirk on his face; it was just Ebumi being a little brat and teasing him about something; like he usually did.

“What? Scared? Don’t be an idiot, just come on and let’s go because....”

And then it happened.

The gates were closing.

And Ebumi hadn’t moved.

Etsugo now felt the dread creeping into his chest as more and more of the gates were closing in, and his boyfriend remained outside.

“What are you doing? Stop being a damn brat and get in here!” Etsugo tried not to panic, tried to think that his boyfriend was just going to jump at the last minute because he wanted to freak him out. Even in the damn afterlife, Ebumi had to be a pain in the ass.

But...this wasn’t right.

“Ebumi! Come on or you will be left outside like the idiot you are!”

He was about to head to reach for him, to grab his hand and drag him before the gates closed. Would it be ok or allowed to curse this idiot for scaring him like that? because he deserved it.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t take a step as Matsuo had grabbed onto him; the older male looked distraught at Ebumi.

No....this was...no....he wasn’t.

“Let go of me, Matsuo-senpai, I have to get him!”

“I...I can’t.” a pause, “He told me not to let you go after him.”

Caramel eyes snapped at him, wide and fearful before quickly looking over at Ebumi. Still pose that carefree pose.

“No...Let me go! I’m not letting him stay out there!”

Etsugo began to struggle as he tried his best to get to Ebumi, he couldn’t let him stay there alone. He could feel his chest tightening, his eyes watering as the gates were moving.

“Ebumi, you idiot! Don’t just stand there! Get in here or I swear...!!” a sob came out from his lips as more hands were holding him back; telling him that it was too late and that he couldn’t save him.

But Etsugo fought back; he did what he had to do to get free, “Please! Don’t do this! Ebumi!” he cried out, not hearing the others crying as well...all he could focus was trying to get to Ebumi. “Masaru, please! Don’t leave me! Don’t do this, please!”

Etsugo could see how Ebumi’s features soften, a sad look over his eyes, seeing them misty as he mouth the words before the gates completely shut him out.

I love you...I’m sorry....

A loud heartbreaking scream could be heard from the inside of the gates.

[queercapwriting]

Alex’s Fallout, Marcus’s Interrogation (2x20)

@ophelias-heart wrote “ What about Alex not being in the field, still recovering from the attack last week. She refuses to take the time off, says she's fine but is restricted to the DEO. Maybe being in the confined space while talking with Marcus is tough, flashes back to being stuck in that cage. Kara/James/Winn sees her struggling at one point but tries not to treat her like glass because she'll try to prove she's made of steel. Maggie comforts her after a text from Kara?” and @loverofshows wrote “ something about alex's ptsd? maybe her talking to James or J'onn about it, in addition to Maggie? “ and @lynxwilde wrote “The fact that they did not deal with any of the fall out of last episode and the deplorable lack of Maggie.” and @chortles81 wrote “ Can't help but wonder if anyone else noticed the questionable helpfulness of 'tell us where your mom is so we can protect your mom from doing bad things to other people' coming from a DEO agent to an alien child with that backstory... considering what you've said about the DEO, Maggie's opinion of it (and the DEO's effect on Alex), and however-unintended parallels on race/policing in this episode (esp. POC police leadership) any chance you'd want to explore that further? “ and @sapphic-daisies wrote “ can you do something about how j'onn's doing? his feelings get sidelined so often like he probably misses m'gann and must still be reeling from 2x19 and now he must feel like he cant protect his family and i also have this headcanon that bc of his martian mind stuff he's super sensitive to other's emotions so like he must not be doing so great oh my god i have so many feels about space dad ok “

He won’t let her back into the field.

J’onn.

Or the DEO shrink.

“He’s a therapist, babe,” Maggie tries to soothe her, but Alex insists on calling him her shrink.

And she insists on telling everyone who will listen that she’s fine, she’s fine, and can everyone stop acting like she’s not and can someone just please give her back her damn gun already?

They let her interrogate the boy because she’ll probably kill someone if she doesn’t have something to do.

And with Alex’s history of violence? Extreme violence? Sadistic violence? 

It’s not an idle possibility.

So she kneels down when Marcus comes into the DEO, and J’onn notices her flinching, still in pain from the week before, but he thinks he only notices because her thoughts are so loud.

Because her pain is so damn loud.

“Hey Marcus. I’m Alex. You wanna come in here and have a chat with me?”

He says nothing. He just stares at her. Alex’s eyes shift from J’onn to James and back again, and she guides the boy into the interrogation room. 

“You like burgers, Marcus?” No response.

“I’m gonna order us a couple. Okay?”

She makes a point of calling the place herself. In front of him. 

So maybe he’ll see her more as a regular person and less of a secret agent. Less of a soldier.

Hell, she doesn’t feel like much of a soldier lately anyway.

Especially not now. 

Not locked in this interrogation room, technically in control but really completely out of it, the boy holding all the cards, the walls holding them both in, and she knows it won’t start filling with water but she can’t help but constantly checking the corners of the rooms for pipes, and she knows it won’t start filling with water but she can’t help constantly wondering how long the boy can hold his breath, if his species even can hold their breath, what kinds of things he’d need if submerged in water.

Surely she’d die. Holding him above her.

She tries to talk to him.

Tries to ask him about school. About his mom. 

He says nothing.

The burgers come. She thanks Vasquez, who gives the boy a wink.

He still says nothing.

“You’re really not hungry, Marcus?” she asks, but she knows damn well he’s not.

Because she wasn’t, either, after everyone she knew watched her father nearly massacre hundreds of people.

And she isn’t, now, when her skin keeps crawling, when her body keeps threatening to seize, when every small sound indicates the oncoming rush of water that her brain knows won’t come, but that her body is convinced will happen.

That the throbbing scar on her shoulder is convinced will happen.

Kara notices first.

It’s Alex’s heartbeat that gives her away.

She waves over J’onn, and she points and she whispers, and he sighs, because he knows, and he wishes she would talk to him.

But he knows she won’t.

Not yet.

She tells him that she wants to help his mom.

That they need to find her, so they can protect her from from doing bad things to other people.

James flinches.

J’onn flinches.

Finding the boy’s mom would do no such thing.

And Alex doesn’t know this, because to her, Marcus is just a child. A little traumatized, maybe, but innocent. Oblivious.

She doesn’t know he doesn’t have the privilege to be oblivious.

Because he might be an alien, but he’s an alien with the wrong color skin on a white supremacist planet.

And he might be a child, but he knows that when government people -- or whoever she is, anyway -- want to find people who look like his mom, who look like him, it’s not to protect her from doing bad things to people.

His mom would never hurt anybody on purpose.

But of course this woman who thinks she’s being nice to him doesn’t know that.

Because she sees his mother’s purple eyes and she sees his mother’s brown skin, and she doesn’t know it, but she’s telling him exactly what he needs to know.

That he should keep his mouth shut, because this woman doesn’t know how to help her mother.

Because protecting his mother from doing bad things to people is hurting his mother. Is locking his mother away. Forever. Supposedly for her own protection.

A euphemism. 

He learned that word in school last week.

A euphemism to make her feel better about the work she does.

And he knows she’s scared. Scared of something about this room. Something about this cage.

He doesn’t blame her. It scares him, too.

He thinks maybe they have more in common than she understands, but also less in common than she assumes.

She’s itching to get out of this room.

Her skin is crawling.

So is his.

Maybe that’s enough common ground.

Maybe it isn’t.

He doesn’t know.

He just knows her wants to be let go.

And he imagines she does, too.

It’ll happen sooner, the less he says.

She’ll get overwhelmed. She’ll get frustrated. She doesn’t seem like the type to give up, but to get out of that room? She will.

He knows. So he waits.

And he’s right, because she slips out of the room, and she tells them that the man with the suit and the shield and the helmet would do a better job getting through to him.

He likes that man.

Maybe.

Maybe he can like that man. James, he said his name was. James.

His face had felt smooth. Solid.

Safe.

He knows he scares James.

That James is terrified of failing him.

Of failing him, of something happening to his mother, to him, and being powerless to stop it.

Marcus knows about feeling powerless.

He thinks he can like James.

And Alex? 

Alex runs into another woman’s arms, shorter than her, longer hair.

Because “Kara texted me, babe, told me your heartrate went through the roof,” and Alex says she’s fine, she’s fine, but Marcus knows better, and so does the woman holding her.

“Alex, it’s okay to not be able to be in an interrogation room. And I -- “ He sees the woman glance in the room. At him. And he sees her face run cold.

“Babe, what -- he’s a child, what the hell is he doing in an -- “

“His mother was responsible for -- “

“I don’t give a damn what his mother was responsible for, Danvers -- J’onn, James, how the hell could you allow this?”

“Detective Sawyer, this is DEO business, and -- “

“And this is my damn city, Director Henshaw, and I’ve kept my mouth shut about your alien Guantanamo for too long, but J’onn, he’s a little boy, how -- “

“Maggie, I was just trying to talk to him -- “

“Well maybe you could have taken him out to eat or something instead of -- “

“That’s exactly what Mr. Olsen was about to do, Detective Sawyer.”

“I... I was?”

“J’onn’s right, James. Look at him. He’s looking at you. He wants you.”

James stares and James sighs, and Maggie touches his hand, and it steadies him.

He nods and Maggie grimaces relief.

“Alex, I’m sorry, I know we’re not supposed to interfere in each other’s jobs, I just -- “

“No, no, Maggie, you’re right, I...” Maggie’s brow furrows, because Alex Danvers never gives in this easily.

“Alex, are you -- “

“I’m fine. I’m just capable of admitting when I’m wrong, okay? Sometimes. I just... I’m tired, Maggie. I’m just... I’m tired. Of being stuck here, of... of feeling like getting information out of an elementary school kid is the best I can do for my team. And I couldn’t even do that, I couldn’t... I couldn’t...” 

And suddenly Alex is breaking, and Maggie and J’onn are taking her to a side office, and then she’s sobbing, sobbing against J’onn’s chest and Maggie’s arms, hyperventilating because she has oxygen, now, she’s not in a cage, now, except she is, she is, and she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get out of it.

“I got you, babe,” Maggie whispers into her hair, and J’onn tries desperately not to feel, because Alex’s thoughts are loud and her feelings are louder -- screaming, screaming, so much screaming -- and his face holds stoic, and his body holds steady, but he misses M’gann and he misses his daughter’s smile, and he misses the time when he would never have put that little boy in a box, but so much has happened, too much has happened, and he’s losing his grip and he’s losing his empathy, and if Alex was his way out, she’s also got to be his way back in.

“We’ve all got you, Alex,” he tells her, and she sobs harder, and Maggie holds her closer, and J’onn wishes harder for James to trust himself with that boy, to trust himself because he won’t fail another child, another one of his children.

But he has faith in them.

And maybe that faith is exactly what they all need.

[heybinnie]

Tagged by: @alette-stars​ (im so happy than k you so much!!! I WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH YOU TOO)

I’m going to tag: @pigonhannah youre the first person i thought of hahaha

THE LAST…

1.Drink: strawberry milk 2.Phone call: my mom 3.Text message: my dad 4.Song you listened to: currently polaris by astro is playing hehe 5.Time you cried: i actually dont remember,,,,,which is,,,an achievement, truly, honestly, thank u god,,

HAVE YOU EVER… 6.Dated someone twice: nah 7. Been Cheated on: nah 8.Kissed someone and regretted it: nah 9.Lost someone special: kinda i guess 10.Been depressed: :?) its weird bc if you never went to get it checked it could just be in your head? (someone said this to me once so it stuck to me ever since so...) but i had a bad time when i was ~15/16 11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: nah

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: green, yellow, black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15.Made new friends: YOU ARE MY NEW FRIEND 16.Fallen out of love: yes 17.Laughed until you cried: yes (i thank my poly friends with all my heart) 18.Found out someone was talking about you: yep 19.Met someone who changed you: im not sure 20.Found out who your true friends are: found out the hard way 21.Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nah

GENERAL… 22.How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them, tho i barely talk to 3/4 of them (or even see them anymore) 23.Do you have any pets: wish i did :’( 24.Do you want to change your name: hmm i used to, because it was so common and people always spelled it wrong, but i think im starting to like it again so nah 25.What did you do for your last birthday: i stayed home until my family went out to eat dinner (kind of a birthday tradition) 26.What time did you wake up: heck i have no idea? i think 11? whAT DAY IS IT 27.What were you doing at midnight last night: I DONT REMEMBER HAHAHA 28.Name something you cannot wait for: astro comeback but also BIN’S LIE V IM SHAKING 29.When was the last time you saw your mother: half an hour ago (it is currently 245am) 30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: being less afraid of everything :( its gotten to the point that my lecturer looked at me once and went “why are u so scared” fam i swear to god i have no idea why but i dont wanna be so scared all the time anymore

31.What are you listening to right now: cat’s eye bop it

32.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: there was a schoolmate called tom once, now i wish i’d talked to him 33.Something that is getting on your nerves: hmm my laptop is doing that whirring thing and even tho my sister said it’s rly nothing im kinda? anxious 34.Most visited website: tumblr :”) 35.Elementary: ? what is this asking  36, High School: ?? yes??? help 37.College: oh ok i dont know what kind of school im currently in is called in other countries but its a vocational school where we all study niche stuff soOoO it might be a mix of high school and college? i dont know im confused about our system 38.Hair color: black 39.Long or short hair: kind long...,. time for a snip snip chop chop 40.Do you have a crush on someone: binnie........but besides him nah 41.What do you like about yourself: i dunno man i look in the mirror a lot and even if i look past my appearance i cant find anything 42.Piercings: have them and like them 43.Blood type: I HAVE NO IDEA I REALLY WANT TO KNOW 44.Nickname: mir 45.Relationship status: singly shingly 46.Zodiac sign: pisces, tho i dont believe in it 47.Pronouns: she/her

48.Favorite tv show: any good cartoon show that isnt corrupted (teen titans go is a shame, man’s mistake, why would you do that) 50.Right or left hand: right (had to learn to write with my left when i broke my right arm; it’s chicken scratch tho) 51.Surgery: yes when i broke The Right Arm....at a stinkin playground :) my bestfriend still laughs at me about it im in idiot  52.Piercing: once again have them, love them 54.Sport: used to play basketball..... before i broke The Right Arm and then my stamina killed itself 55.Vacation: bring me back to japan or take me to korea :( 56.Pair of trainers: i only have vans literally thats the only pair of covered shoes i own 57.Eating: its now 257am....i had a burger an hour ago bc i have No Control 58.Drinking: plain water 59.I’m about to: (YOURE GOING TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAP---IM SHAKING) i should sleep soon 61.Waiting for: me to sLEEP 62.Want: motivation to write 63.Get married: i just wanna fall in love man 64.Career: i dont know :’)  65.Hugs or kisses: hugsSsS but only from people im comfortable with 66.Lips or eyes: eyes 67.Shorter or taller: taller 68.Older or younger: wait is this still about relationship thingies...bc older 70.Nice arms or nice stomach: arms 71.Sensitive or loud: both 72.Hook up or relationship: relationship (i never understood the concept of ‘hooking up’) 73.Troublemaker or hesitant: both hahaha i tend to be both myself (more on hesitant side) so it’d be hilarious if we hesitated or get ourselves into trouble together

HAVE YOU EVER… 74.Kissed a stranger?: nah 75.Drank hard liquor? : nah 76.Lost glasses contact/lenses? : nah 77.Turned someone down?: i think so 78.Sex on first date?: nah 79.Broken someone’s heart?: apparently i have 80.Had your heart broken?: :’) i think ive gotten my heart stomped on too many times so at this point really its just trying to protect itself 81.Been arrested?: nah 82.Cried when someone died?: yes 83.Fallen for a friend?: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN….

84.Yourself?: it sounds nice 85.Miracles?: i believe in fate 86.Love at first sight?: i actually dont really know 87.Santa Claus?: nah (it doesnt sNOW HERE) 88.Kiss on the first date?: nah 89.Angels?:  yes

OTHER…. 90.Current best friend’s name: i call her wild eyes hahahahahahahahaa 91.Eye color: looks black! like they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul 92. Favorite movie: pursuit of happy-ness, otherwise tangled bc im a sap