#but he’d also fall to his knees for the love of his life soooooo

[65ths]

finnick does both fyi

[steddiecameraroll]

It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Eddie runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

He’s anxiously pacing around his bedroom, questioning every life choice he’s ever made.

“You ok, boy?” Wayne pops his head into Eddie’s doorway.

“I fucked up. I fucked up soooooo bad. He’s never gonna talk to me again. Why did I do that? I’m such an idiot.” 

Wayne saunters into Eddie’s room and sits on the edge of his mattress. He pats the space beside him, motioning for Eddie to join him.

“What happened?”

Eddie huffs and sits next to Wayne before falling back on the mattress, his hair flopping around him. “Steve. I lied to Steve. Perfect, gorgeous, beautiful, Steve. I’m an idiot.” Eddie covers his eyes with his arm and groans. “I just…he’s so perfect, and I didn’t think there was any way…what do I do, Wayne?”

“What was the lie?”

“That I had a date this weekend.”

“Wasn’t your D&D thing this weekend?”

“Yeeeesss,” Eddie kicks his legs like a frustrated toddler. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t think it through. I just didn’t want him to regret what happened and not make him nervous or freak out or whatever. I didn’t think about it. I just said it to take the pressure off us, off of him.”

“Did somethin’ happen between you two?”

“Yeah…” Eddie trails off, remembering the feel of Steve’s body against his. “It was good…perfect. Best day of my life, and I fucked it up.” He chuckles with a lack of humor.

“Why’d you tell him you had a date if you didn’t and had such a nice time?”

“I was nervous. I didn’t want him to hate me. I thought he’d freak out and regret it.”

“Did he seem like he was upset?”

Eddie sat up, leaning back against his palms. “N-no, I didn’t want him to get upset, so preventative, more or less.”

“Had he made it clear you two were only friends? Didn’t want more?”

“No, not exactly. Steve’s never…I was…He doesn’t want that.” Wayne has always supported Eddie but doesn’t want to cross a line for Steve and share too much.

“I’ve seen you two together. Has he said that outright? Or are you making decisions for the boy?”

“No…it’s just…” Eddie sits up and leans his elbows on his knees.

“You two should talk. And stop making assumptions and let him tell you what he wants.” Wayne lays his palm against Eddie’s upper back and rubs in comforting circles.

“I didn’t want to lose him,” Eddie says quietly.

“And you won’t if you’re honest and talk to him, but if you keep trying to trick him, boy, you will.”

“Fuck, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“I’m gonna guess he wants some answers. Sure, he’s probably mad, but he’s also probably confused. He doesn’t know why you did it, so who knows what he’s thinking instead.”

“Oh god,” Eddie lets his head fall, his hair shielding his face. “So stupid.”

“Well, I gotta head to work, but good luck, ok? We can talk tomorrow if you want.”

“Thanks. Hopefully, I won’t have a black eye the next time you see me.”

“You won’t.” Wayne gently pushes Eddie’s shoulder, then stands and heads out of the room.

Eddie falls back onto the mattress with a huff, dreading the idea of facing Steve.

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[aetheternity]

Hi, I hope you’re having a lovely day💓 I love your Levi scenarios so much

Can you write a Levi smut where he completely dominates his s/o and they cuddle at the end 😉😉😉

Sure np 🥰 I hope you don't mind if I add cockwarming to this.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff and Cockwarming

Synopsis: Sugar Daddy Levi once again missed plans with you and you've had it

Five hours and counting. You thought as you looked at your watch. It wasn't like it was out of the ordinary for Levi to keep you waiting. But today it felt slightly more agitating.

Four hours ago he promised he'd be ready in time for dinner, three hours ago he told you to stay put and that he'd be done soon and an hour ago he promised his baby would get a sweet reward in her bank account tomorrow if she kept quiet.

At this point you'd pretty much had it with keeping quiet. You walked upstairs to the dismay of one of Levi's most trusted servants Eren and in a flash he was beside you.

"What're you doing?" He asked

It wasn't normal for him to talk like that with anyone else in the house but you. The two of you having had been somewhat close for years and you'd come to call him a friend.

"What does it look like?"

He hooked his arm into yours. "I can't even begin to explain how much crap you'll get if you disturb Levi again." He practically hissed. "You know how angry he can get."

"He'll also get angry if I tell him we talk in private and you have my home number."

Eren released you with a sigh. "Knock first."

You made your way up the stairs, knocking twice but ultimately just bursting into his office. His gaze when you planted your hands down on his desk was frightening to say the least but you braced yourself repositioning your feet as you spoke,

"I'm pretty sure we missed our dinner reservations."

He wordlessly pointed with his pen to the stack of papers on his desk, eyes still fixed on you.

"I know but-"

He tapped the stack with the cap of his pen.

"Levi.."

Two more taps and he was finally relinquishing his gaze to his work.

"You can't possibly care more about your work than me!" You huffed, you couldn't quite see the look on his face but you knew he was rolling his eyes. You'd been a bit bratty lately but it was partly just for the fun of seeing how far you could push Levi in one direction. "Maybe I'll just get another sugar daddy." You spat

His pen froze and you could practically hear everything in the house including outside the house freeze. Like the universe was feeling your impending doom.

"Tch."

You couldn't really tell if saying things like that to Levi actually bugged him but those words had always been the perfect switch to make him do almost anything.

Levi blinked up at you before unfastening his belt, tugging it out of the loops. It quickly clattered to the floor. He beckoned you over and you practically raced to his side. In the same amount of time he'd undid his zipper holding his cock up before taking your hand to replace his.

You quickly dropped to your knees but he yanked you back up, seating you on his lap. "Levi.." You muttered

He sighed into your touch. It'd been a little while since Levi had let you hold his cock. The feeling of warm skin beneath your grasp made you squeeze your thighs closer together.

He got fully hard pretty quickly and once he was there he removed your hand. With a small tap of his foot to your ankle you were removing your shoes letting them clatter against the smooth hardwood floor.

He smoothly grabbed your waist turning you around and hiking up your dress. Your panties were the next article of clothing to go and you almost smiled when you noticed he'd stuffed it into his pocket.

It hadn't taken long for you to get wet enough for him to use to slick the tip of his cock and a bit of the shaft. Fingers raised up to your mouth, pushing past puckered lips to gather more lubrication. Once he'd finished he pressed his cock head to your entrance quickly sliding all the way in with a low huff that almost didn't register over your own moaning.

You immediately began to lift your hips but he held you down. Your confusion was quickly met with a tap of his pen on the same documents that had completely ruined your night the first time.

"Fuck, Levi!" You heaved in agitation.

His gaze drifted back to the stack on his desk, "Can't imagine why you're complaining. You were getting my dick tonight either way."

You let out a whiny moan when Levi scooted his chair a little closer to his desk somehow completely ignoring the way his cock poked around inside your walls. You leaned your head back in a temporary truce, toes curling as every inch of Levi filled you up.

He had your thighs spread in a way that kept your feet off the ground and you knew if you even dared to touch your clit he'd make you suffer. Though you did have one trick you could use..

Levi was definitely way more aroused than his face would let on. The slight twitching of his cock when you experimentally squeezed around him giving it all away. You shut your eyes, keeping the rest of your body as still as possible as you gave him another slightly rougher squeeze.

Delight filled your face the second you saw Levi's eyebrow twitch. You had him. Like always. Suddenly his hand flew up to grab your throat, fingers curling hard enough to make you gasp. You sucked in a breath as he tugged you closer.

"I asked for one thing and you can't do it?" His breath fanned your cheek, lips ghosting over your ear canal. "Clearly, I spoil you too fucking much."

He ripped his hand off your throat, returning to his paperwork expression never changing. In the heat of the moment a daze fell over you but once the current situation began to set in again you couldn't help but grind your teeth.

~~~~

Almost an hour had passed by the time Levi finally picked you up, shoving your elbows against his desk with no warning. Your fingers scratching against the smooth wood, his cock retreating from your entrance to the tip before he was pressing back in all at once.

"Daaadddyyy.." The moan you let out was needy and whiny but you couldn't careless.

"Finally managed to get you to be quiet and still while I finished my work." Levi grunted, pushing your dress further up your hips. "Would've taken less time if you'd listened hmm? Little brat."

You both moaned in unison as the head of his cock hit your g-spot.

"Mm, is this what you wanted? That why you've been so childish?"

"Y-yes daddy.."

His pace wasn't too fast, just hard enough to get your knees shaking and your thighs inching apart.

He pressed in deeper and you gasped at the angle, the desk shaking under you. The low rattling of the poor furniture echoing off the walls. A burning heat already beginning to fill your stomach as he roughly held your waist in place barely pulling his cock out with every thrust.

A low growl from the back of his throat sent chills up your spine. His soft hand inching its way back down, thumb etching against the velvety skin of your belly. With a tight squeeze he was making your head fall back.

"Feel that baby?" He whispered, breath equivalent to fire setting your skin ablaze. He kissed the tip of your ear. "That's me. You like how I feel?"

Your toes curled, eyes rolling shut with every curve of Levi's cock stretching your walls. Your sweet spots throughly assaulted as you pressed back into his hips.

All you could do was let out a loud exhale in reply. Your hips probably properly red from slamming against his desk repeatedly. The other hand that had stayed on your waist ran its way up your back till it was cupping your face, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Answer."

"Y-yes.."

He grumbled, teeth grinding over the shell of your ear. "Yes, what?"

"Yes daddy.." You cried out.

The hand on your stomach reached back to cup your ass quickly being joined by his other hand spreading you open and pulling you back a little rougher. A deep groan crested off his lips as he plunged as deep as he could go. The sounds of your skin and his colliding impressively loud.

It wasn't like he hadn't fucked you against his desk before but the sounds of it creaking beneath you sounded way more intense than ever before but Levi didn't seem to give it a second thought.

Papers quickly begin to drop off his desk and the lamp on the edge teetering a bit.

"Daddy." You begged, fingernails scraping up small bits of wood.

"Go ahead, push yourself over."

It was tough with the angle and all but you managed to hook your hand between your legs involuntarily squeezing around Levi at the first stroke of your clit.

"Shit.." He panted

You absolutely adored the sound of him coming undone. The hitch of his breath and the way his leg twitched against you.

"Almost.. I'm about to.." You gasped, toes balled up against his floor.

Your hand curled into a fist, slamming against his desk a couple times before you were letting loose with an almost frustrated scream. Not even caring who could hear. Your throat had become impressively dry as you came squeezing so tightly around Levi that he paused for just a second weakly gasping.

"Ohhhh fuuccck." He grunted a little moan following it.

A hand shot up to your neck holding your head up while the other hand traveled up your dress. Smooth fingers pressing and squeezing at your nipples before traveling back down to your waist.

His breath was practically sulfurous on your already sweltering skin. "I'm soooooo fucking close.. I'm gonna fill your pretty pussy, ok."

You huffed, the hand around your neck tightening. His grey eyes fell dark, eyelids fluttering shut. The hand on your waist fell to his desk and you could practically hear his nails seeping through the wood.

His forehead fell to yours followed by an intense moan that would've definitely made you fall to the ground had you not been holding on for dear life. A plethora of curses tainting your ears as he fucked you through his orgasm.

Once both of you had settled down he stepped back allowing you to stand. With a deep breath you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a deep kiss. The feeling of Levi's fingers hooking under your thighs surprised you but you allowed it letting out a little chuckle as he hoisted you up.

His bare feet slapped against the floor as he quickly guided you to his room down the hall. He let the door slam behind him placing you gently on the bed.

His tongue slid its way between your lips as he tugged his pants and boxers completely off. Dark hair tickling your forehead and you couldn't help but reach up to brush it aside.

He pulled back sliding his thumbs over your shoulder and then over the fabric of your dress. "Off." He demanded

You quickly complied inching the dress down off your shoulders once Levi had unzipped the back. It quickly fluttered to the ground and you watched as Levi pulled himself up to the head of the bed. His hands quickly coming up to cup both sides of your bra before that was quickly discarded as well.

He let out a soft hum. "Hurry up, take this off me." He said gesturing to his jacket and button up.

"How long do you plan on keeping this pair of panties?" You questioned with a grin. The gorgeous white lace peeked over the top of the dark blue pocket.

"Forever."

"Leeevvviii." You pouted

"Tch, I give you enough money weekly to buy 4 houses you could fill with panties."

You smirked undoing the last button on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. It didn't really seem to matter how often you saw his chest it still brought heat to your cheeks. One of your hands slid up his toned abdomen as he tugged you back into a kiss.

You curved both your hands up to his jawline etching your thumb up something so sharp you swear it could cut diamonds. A smile brought to your lips at the thought.

It didn't take long for the tip of his tongue to prod its way into your mouth. His breath catching at the way you bit down as he pushed it deep inside. In the same instance he cupped your thighs yanking you into his lap poking his tip up to your entrance.

His eyes opened and your breath caught as he pushed inside. Lips parting with the arch of your back, your gasp heavy and thick bouncing impressively well of the walls.

"Oh god, Levi.."

The snap of his hips was damn near violent and you practically choked. "What have I told you about calling me Levi when I'm fucking you?" He grunted

"Mmm soorrryy daddy." You playfully pouted and he rewarded you with deeper thrusts.

He wasn't quite pounding against you this time but it was still intense enough to have your thighs shaking in his lap. You allowed yourself to softly squeeze around him immediately titillated at the low exhale he let out.

His eyelids fell halfway, cheeks already becoming full of color as he rocked his hips into you.

"I'll get a new.. reservation tomorrow...." Levi sighed, watching as his cock sheathed itself inside your clenching pussy.

"Still.. thinking about that?" Levi might work a lot but he always managed to find someway to make it up and sometimes that was your favorite thing about him.

"Mm." It was hard to interpret that as an answer to your question or a groan. Possibly both.

Your left hand tangled itself in his hair while the nails on your right hand dug into his shoulder with each deep delve of his cock. Soft moans spilling off your lips.

The bed heaved its own remarks with each clap of Levi's skin meeting yours. The coil in your belly only tightening as Levi reached out to palm your breasts. His touch remarkably delicate.

Your forehead fell against his, flinching a little at the mix of sweat coupled with his hair sticking to the sides of his face. Thighs spasming where they were squeezing around his body.

The strong sensation of Levi shuddering inside you continued to build and your head fell back again. Craving the sweet overwhelming climax that was slowly getting more and more heavy inside you.

"Daddy.."

You were met with a low moan into your shoulder. His thrusts were quickly becoming reckless and uneven. Within seconds the two of you were writhing uncontrollably.

"Dadddyy.. I'm there.." You cried out

The uncoiling of your stomach had you squeezing around Levi in every way possible. Eyes squeezing shut as your hips left your control completely. His own orgasm immediately following yours with a myriad of sweet moans. Body plastered to yours as if you were his lifeline.

You squeezed your legs closed as he pulled out placing you on the bed next to him. His grey eyes softening as he came down from his high, pulling you in closer till your chests were pressed tightly together.

"See, now how could work be better than that?" You giggled

He rolled his eyes but pulled you in for a chaste kiss tangling his legs with yours. "I never said it was better. But if you wanna keep living in your apartment you'll be grateful for the work I do."

"I'm always grateful, daddy."

"Don't you dare start me up again." He muttered, eyelids fluttering shut.

You waited until his breathing evened out and his body grew slack to lean into his ear. "Thank you Levi."

[justananxiousauthor]

DestructiveDeath Oneshot

Soooooo, I made this a few months ago.... and never posted it... then shared with my friend... now I gotta post it.... soooo here ya go. @nozapuns Here ya go....

I found myself trembling as Reaper disappeared, my voice still caught in my throat, my throat dry. He didn’t understand, he didn’t understand a thing I’d been through. I’d watched everyone I loved die by the hands of some kid. No, not some kid, Chara. The name made me grit my teeth, I hated that small child with every fiber in my being, and every drop of magic in my soul. They’d taken everything I cared about, everything but Reaper, I guess I took them away from myself. He didn’t understand how much I loathed myself for what had happened, and it wasn’t like I could talk to anyone else in my plain white hell. I’d spend days, months, years maybe, waiting for him to return so we could spend a short time together before he vanished again. I was done living like this, I’d rather return to my timeline and be dusted than spend another moment here, and reaper hated that. I sat on the ground in my lonely silence as time passed by. He’d say he’d be back soon, but here?

Soon could be never.

And never could be soon.

Time passed…….

I don’t even know how long

I could only judge by the exhaustion I felt, so I counted the days by my sleep. 

10 cycles passed and I was still alone.

20 passed and nothing…..

30

40

50…

100… 

Invisible aches filled me, and I don’t even know what happened next. Anger filled me, rage that I couldn’t even understand. I just didn’t understand…..

150…

200…

300…

500…….

5,000………………….

Everything blurred together, the loneliness crushing. Tears burned my skull like fire branding my bones. Then something changed, a new power coursed through my soul as the tears dried to once porcelain white face of mine leaving streaks of light blue. I gasped as I felt the void pulling at my body, glitching it even more than the day I had come here. What was once white turned black, my sockets red eyes yellow, and fingers red and yellow. What was happening?!

I woke up somewhere new, or maybe it was the same place as before, but it felt…..

Different.

I could feel the energy that was hidden in the white space, and it was almost like I could... 

Open it. 

Out stretching my hand I took in a sharp breath, a window opening for me to look out into the world.

Not a window, a door for me to finally escape my endless prison.

Freedom….

5,001…...

Day 11,397 without Reaper.

A day well done as the Destroyer of AU’s, a title I held dear, bringing all other abominations to their knees. I enjoyed my work, which made it easy to keep others from suffering like how I did. However, I found it impossible to destroy a classic timeline, something I was from, maybe it just pained me too much to see my brother cry… but if a single Sans attempted to become Geno and stray from their code, they would be annihilated. I found myself in a void, not one of my own, one created by a new Geno. The new code felt sickly to me, this idiot had no idea what he was doing, but I could fix that. By the end of the fight, if you could even call it that, his dust laid at my feet, a hollow pain echoing in my soul, but before I could destroy the timeline….

A voice from the past came echoing back.

“Geno, I’m here to visit!” Reaper’s voice echoed through the void. My body stiffened at the sound, so this is what he had been doing? Got in a fight with me so he just found a replacement? A new geno, someone with the same face, personality, a clean slate…

I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What- Error!” Reaper growled, and by the time I turned to see him, he had his scythe ready to fight. So quick to jump to attack the one he claimed to love, not that I was that person anymore, Geno died a long long time ago.

“Long time no see Reaper,” I said, I doubt he remembered, I probably wasn’t even the first Geno he played with. I pressed my fingers to my face for a moment before pulling the brightly colored yarn away from my blackened cheekbones, “Do you wanna play too?” I asked, the pain numbing.

“You killed him,” He began staring at the dust that greyed my feet. He charged, probably mad I broke his new toy, so I dodged.

“What? Miss him already? Oh please Reaper, I know this isn’t the first Geno you’ve played with. Just another toy broken in your miserable toy box right?” 

“You know NOTHING!!” He yelled while swinging his scythe at me, his rage would be his downfall in this fight. 

I was right, the fight ended quickly as Reaper made a mistake and ended up caught in my lines, hands tangled above his head.

“I know nothing?” I asked leaning in, holding the ends of the yarn that tangled him up oh so beautifully. “Is that true? Do I really know nothing? I mean you’ve been Geno hopping for as long as I can remember, their sad faces crying out for you, yet you never come. You never save them, you never saved him.”

“Him?” He asked, he looked so deliciously defeated, like I had destroyed something he actually cared for.

“Geno? All of them, everyone I have ever destroyed.” 

“Did you?” He began.

“Of course I did, they all became dust at my feet. Which is really a shame, dust is so hard to wash out.” 

“Did you kill a Geno, 11,000 days ago?” He asked, wow, color me impressed, he remembered.

“What’s so important about that Geno in particular? He’s just another abomination snuffed out.” 

“He was my Geno, now tell me, did you kill him, 11,000 days ago?” He asked again, his Geno? Me? He was lying, trying to get under my skin. If I had any.

“Yes, I killed Geno, and I watched him scream, I watched him slowly become insane, from loneliness, from guilt, from pain. 11,000 days alone, and I watched, and then, when I became bored with watching his insanity, I killed him.” I said expressionlessly. Reaper’s eyes went dark. “I mean, did you really care about him, you left him alone for so long!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I cared,” He whispered.

“Excuse me?” I said dryly.

“I cared more than I have ever cared about anyone.” Reaper continued.

“You cared about some random Geno that you ran away from?” I couldn’t help but ask as I leaned forwards to look into his deep dead eyes. “You left him alone, to go insane.” I said simply, “you two get in a fight over something that was killing him inside and you left him.” 

“I didn’t mean to!” Reaper snapped looking up at me, “I couldn’t get back in! I couldn’t open a portal or anything to his void! I tried to go back to apologize but I couldn’t!” He said now tears began to fall.

“You tried?” I said dryly, “you tried?” I began to laugh, “well obviously Reaper, you didn’t try hard enough!” Now I was yelling, the same painful rage as the day I left filled me. “You left me there alone to suffer for years on end! 15 years of isolation 15 YEARS of being alone and you…. YOU…!” I yanked on the yarn to pull him upright into, what looked like, a rather uncomfortable position. “You tried,” I growled, my anger, my frustration….

“You?” The light returned to his eye as he looked at me.

“Me?” I asked, “What about me? You left Geno alone!” I snapped.

“No, you said I left you alone, Error…” he paused.

“Hah! No, I didn’t,” The anger was quickly replaced with stomach-turning anxiety. 

“Error where did you come from?” Reaper asked while looking my body over. “How were you made?” I wanted to hide, remove his wandering eye lights from me.

“That’s a little personal don’t you think?” I asked, feeling sick.

“You’re the one that started monologuing and slipped up. Now tell me, Error, where did you come from.” The look he gave me made me feel like I hadn’t felt in over 30 years. I grabbed my chest with my free hand and looked down. 

“It really isn’t any of your business,” I stated.

“I really think it is Geno,” his words made the yarn slip from my hands, releasing him and dropping the other skeleton to the ground. It took him a moment to recover but he stood. “Now, tell me what happened.” He could see right through me, see right through the lies, through this character I had made.

“Don’t call me that,” I said simply, arms dropping to my sides.

“Alright, Error,” He got up and came to me, hands sliding down my arms before taking my hands in his. His touch, though it did make me flinch, it also made me feel like that love-struck puppy I once was. It wasn’t as scary. “Tell me what happened.” I found myself unable to stop once I started, telling him my new life story, the pain, the tears, everything. Damp dark yarn ran down from his empty socks, sticking to my cheeks as he listened to me, one hand gently brushing over my cheekbone as he hushed me, I pushed him back.

“Reaper,” I said my voice cracking from the pain, “I can’t.” my voice broke my own tears falling. “I couldn’t do it anymore,” he hushed me more silently as he pulled me into his arms, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing circles into my shoulder. I could more glitches coat me but… he was okay... “The loneliness was crushing.”

“It's okay, I am so sorry I left you like that, I tried to go back and apologize, I promise, I’ll be right next to you the whole way, I promise I won’t leave you again,” I swore into my ear. 

“But Reaper,” I started with voice trembling, “What am I going to do?” I asked, “I’m no longer the person you love.” 

“Error no,” He said pulling back and resting a hand on my cheek, “No no my love, it doesn’t matter who you are, Sans, Geno, Error, I don’t care. I know who I love, and that’s you.” His words made me melt into him, returning into his arms as the tears fell heavier. I just wanted to stay there, in his grip as he protected me from the pain I had felt for all these years without him. He hushed me as I sobbed, the crushing loneliness finally lifting off my shoulders as I just melted into the man I loved’s arms. His hands gently ran over me as he tried to comfort me, trying to hide his own tears. “I am so sorry my love, I love you more than the worlds themselves.” 

Day 1 with Reaper again.

[gamerwoo]

[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part One)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki​)

Characters: Mingi x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fwb au, friends to lovers au, fluff, a lil bit of angst but it’s so tiny it’s fine

Word count: 1,774

Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.

a/n: so reader is written to be taller and to be not straight soooooo yeah just a heads up lmao

Tags: @sakura-uji​ @xummie​ 

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By far, Mingi was the first in his pack to imprint. Hell, he imprinted before he even found his pack. And he couldn’t tell if it was insanely good luck or absolutely shitty luck that his mate was right by his side the whole time.

You had known Mingi since you could remember. He lived across the street from you when you were both growing up, and you would often go outside to play with him. Your parents and his parents basically raised you together as friends, and you were inseparable ever since. You couldn’t even remember a time you didn’t know Mingi.

It was no surprise you grew up to be more of a ‘one of the boys’ type person. You tagged along with Mingi all throughout elementary school and most of middle school. His friends were your friends, and vice versa. Really, the only time you weren’t with him was when you both decided to go out for the soccer team, and you found out that there were separate teams for boys and girls -- you stuck with the sport while Mingi quit after one season because he was only put on the team because they needed the numbers.

It was middle school that your parents were betting you and Mingi would become sweethearts because it was around that time that kids started realizing that the other gender wasn’t so awful. People your age were bragging about holding hands and having their first kisses, and you were too busy kicking Mingi’s ass at soccer to really pay much attention to any of that. But Mingi was starting to get pressured by some of the guys he was friends with at the time because he was the only one of them who hadn’t kissed a girl yet.

“What?” you snorted when he told you. “That’s a dumb thing to be worried about.”

“Aren’t you?” he wondered, sitting in the grass beside you at the edge of the soccer field.

“No,” you shrugged. “Well...I mean, some of the girls have been being kinda mean lately and saying it’ll never happen.”

“Why?”

“I’m not girly.”

Mingi nodded. He already knew there were some girls who picked on you for being more masculine sometimes -- you didn’t get into makeup when everyone did, you didn’t dress in the same clothing that was considered ‘trendy’ or whatever, and you had more male friends than female friends. It was something he thought was stupid to get teased for, but both of you knew you couldn’t do much about it. You’d come to terms with the fact that means girls were just mean girls for no reason. Besides, what did you care what they thought?

Mingi stared at his knees as he thought. He was a little unsure of the idea that popped into his head, but he knew he could say anything to you and you wouldn’t think any differently of him.

“Well...” he began slowly, unable to look at you because of the blush that was suddenly rushing to his cheeks, “we could always...kiss each other...?”

You whipped your head around to look at him, “What?”

“What?” he asked defensively, squinting against the sun to finally look at you. “It was just a suggestion!”

You shoved at his leg before pushing yourself to get up from the grass, “You’re my best friend, though. That would be weird.”

“Yeah, but people would leave us alone.”

“But you also told Jaehyun before that you’d rather lick the bathroom floor than kiss me.”

“Yeah, but people would leave us alone.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, “Look, if your friends are bothering you that much, why don’t you ask Kim Naeun to kiss you? She has a crush on you.”

That definitely got him to brighten up, “She does?!”

But of course, it didn’t last. And neither did the teasing. By the time you were in high school, you had changed a little, those around you had grown up a lot, and feelings had changed -- specifically when Mingi turned 15.

You were still into soccer and you were still a tomboy, but you had also decided you liked wearing eyeliner. You typically dressed in ripped jeans and beanies, but you now wore those clothes to fit your body better rather than choosing the baggiest clothing you could find. And at first, Mingi thought maybe that was the reason he was slowly starting to see you in a different light. And maybe that was it at first. But while things were a little different for you, they were really different for him.

It was some random day freshman year that Mingi shifted. The problem was that his pack was nowhere near close to finding him, and Mingi was also somewhat of an ‘early bloomer’ since most werewolves didn’t first shift until they were 16. So Mingi was left to his own devices to figure out how to calm himself down enough to shift back, and then get some answers.

He was missing for four days. Search parties were out looking for him, you were spamming his phone and every form of social media he had, and his parents across the street had never been so distressed. It was the first time ever that you didn’t have Mingi by your side, and truthfully, you were lost.

But then you got a call that he was back, and you told his parents you’d be right there. You ditched school and ran all the way to his house, knocking on the door and practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for someone to open the door.

And there was Mingi.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, he felt the imprinting pull hit him like a truck. He’d never felt anything more than platonically for you -- well, other than the fact he might’ve been physically attracted to you before everything happened -- so the fact he suddenly felt this overwhelming romantic love for you was almost scary to him. It was like the world stopped and he gained tunnel vision where he only saw you. He wasn’t sure what it was, either, but he assumed it had something to do with whatever the hell was happening to him.

What he didn’t know was that you felt it, too. You just felt it at a smaller scale than he did. And maybe that was why tears welled in your eyes when you looked at him, because you were hit with how much you loved and cared for him, and you threw your arms around him and yelled at him to never scare you like that again.

And as he hesitantly and shakily put his arms around you, he mumbled, “I promise.”

Of course, Mingi did manage to find out he was a werewolf thanks to the internet. The websites he found seemed to be run by crazy people, only for him to realize that everything they said was true for him, at least. So when he read what imprinting was and what it meant, he realized that meant you were his soulmate; you were the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, there was just one teeny tiny issue...

You had a girlfriend now.

The summer between eighth grade and freshman year, you were a little confused about your sexuality and decided to explore some things. Ultimately, at the beginning of freshman year, you began dating a girl named Song Daehee who even Mingi got along really well with. So he couldn’t even be mad at your girlfriend for the situation because he liked her. The only thing he could be mad at was fate. But he knew you were meant to be with him, so he knew if he waited, you would come to him. So he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

By the time you and Daehee broke up, you were already in college and he had found his pack -- who he introduced to you as his new friends from college, and you thought they were hilarious. And during that time that he was waiting, he had’t even told you what he really was. He never explained what happened when he ran away when he was fifteen, and he told his pack they couldn’t tell you anything, either.

“But she’s your best friend,” San had stated when Mingi first told them -- despite not being the youngest, he was the last to be added to the pack. “Why wouldn’t you want to tell her?”

“Do you tell all of your friends?” he quipped.

“But she’s your mate,” Seonghwa pointed out.

Honestly, at this point, it seemed too late to tell you. It had been so long since he ran away before that he wasn’t sure when or how to tell you now. He’d known for so long, so wouldn’t you be mad that he never told you? Not only that, but would you think any less of him? He was never afraid to say anything to you, but now he was so unsure of everything. He was some mythical monster now.

That fear hung onto him all the way up until now. The two of you were still friends, he was still tall, and while you didn’t play soccer for school anymore, it was something the two of you still often did in his backyard despite the fact he never got any better than he did in sixth grade. You were taller, you still never wore skirts or dresses, and you had perfected your eyeliner technique but didn’t really wear any more makeup than you used to.

And still, from that day he came home when he was 15, Mingi seemed to fall more and more in love with you. He loved how you always wore backwards baseball caps, and how you still made strange decisions without completely thinking them through -- like when you shaved half your head before high school graduation, or when you got your tongue pierced just to take the piercing out a week later because it gave you a lisp. He loved how you had slowly found yourself and he had gotten to see all of it ever since you two were kids. He loved how you were unapologetically yourself, and he loved that he had you as his best friend even if sometimes that hurt him.

What he didn’t really love, though, was that after all these years of loving you, you were still oblivious to everything.

So some things had changed, but most things hadn’t.

[oceanivoxjoquainx]

i also love samquin thanks to you 🥺 i gasped when i saw danny ramirez fine self with facial hair. it was just *chef's kiss*, you know? 🤤 elevated the whole look. i want to know your headcanons about sam seeing joaquin with facial hair for the first time. maybe they're meeting up after a long time. what's his reaction? does the hair tickle him when they embrace? 😄

I am soooooo so glad you asked about this anon! I have many an idea 🤭 Also glad you love samquín now because of me! I love when other folks fall in love with them like i have!

With that everyone get ready forrrrr

Samquín Headcanons ☀️🌈: The Beard

Sam had decided that it was best for his mental health and his and his families safety if he left the military, quit the Avengers, and left the name of The Falcon behind three years ago. He did it once before when he lost Riley, and he figured it was time to do it again. He and Joaquín argued about it the last time they spoke and it ended in Sam flying away before trashing the wings. Little did he know Joaquín was following him and salvaged them.

Sam did his best to stay far away from anything avengers or super solider or world threatening and focused on supporting and helping his family down in Lousiana. He finally had the peace he always wanted and the safety he had wanted to give to his sister and nephews.

He was able to reestablish himself in the community and continue the work his father started all thos years ago. He went back to his job as a social worker and made sure everyone in his neighborhood was fed every week, slowly expanding his outreach every month until everyone knew that if you were hungry you could just go to the Wilson house and you were taken care of. It was the life he was used to and at that moment what he wanted.

Until some old enemies showed up right on his door step.

He fought until the end but there was only so much a man three years out of practice could do. He could only buy his family enough time to get far away and he determinedly got up every time he was knocked down.

He was down on the ground, about to succumb to his injuries, vision blurry through sweat, blood, and tears, until he saw a figure fly down and begin incapacitating the hostiles one by one. The person had a familiar build with a long mullet but was wearing a green and yellow suit, outfitted with a pair of what looked like bronze wings.....

Sam was in disbelief as he studied the persons fighting patterns and the wings attached to his back. The wingspan, the missiles, and even the stabilizers were all known to Sam. Those were HIS wings!

Soon enough all the fighting stopped and the only person left was the person who had Sam's wings. Sam was barely conscious as the person ran over to him and checked out his body, pressing down and studying for wounds and bruises, before picking him up bridal style and tucking his head into his own neck. The man's beard tickling his jawline was the last thing he remembered before slipping away.

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Sam woke up to sounds of rhythmic beeping over his head. His eyes opened very slowly to focus on the white, sterile ceiling above him. His body ached in a soreness he hadn't felt in years but he still felt high enough to not feel it too much.

He looked to his left and saw a heart monitor and a IV drip hanging near his head and into his arm, confirming that he was indeed inside a hospital. Rolling his head over to his right he saw a chair next to the bed with but unexpectedly it wasn't empty.

The man reclining with his eyes closed had a massive mullet paired with the most sexiest anchor beard Sam had ever seen. His first reaction was to immediately reach out and touch it.

His feeble attempts at moving his arms seemed to stir the other man from his rest and his eyes opened, locking onto Sam's where they immediately identified themselves to him.

"Joa...Joaquin?" Sam's voice was cracked and croaky and didn't sound like him. Sam tried to cover his mouth only to find his arm still felt like putty.

Joaquín leaned forward and took Sams hand into his own and rubbed his face against it. "Yeah, it's me. Be quiet though, you're still on the mend." Joaquíns voice was breaking itself as he rubbed his face and beard in Sam's hand. At points Sam's fingers would close around a certain section and they'd stay like that for a while before Joaquín began moving again.

"Where the hell did all this come from huh?" Sam asked. He was amazed at how different Joaquín looked with some extra hair on his face. It was a good different. A sexy different. He wasn't sure if it was the drugs or the fact that the man he left behind three years ago was now sitting on at his bedside but he was definitely feeling a 'flip me over and ravage my hole' different.

"Heh thanks, I'll definitely be keeping that in mind." Joaquín answered, his face heating up and a red blush creeping up his neck and onto his face. "It's just something that happened and I liked it so I kept it."

Sam didn't mean for him to hear the last part but it didn't matter in the long run. It was like falling back into old habits.

Sam attempted to sit up in order to properly look at Joaquín before coughing and giving up. The room began spinning and he felt his eyes closing again. With a groan he closed them. He felt Joaquín return his hand to his waist and then rest his own head in his lap, his beard tickling his stomach as he fell asleep.

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Three weeks had passed since Sam was allowed to be taken home and Joaquín stayed with him the entire time taking care of him and everything he needed.

Sam couldn't remember the last time someone had taken care of him. He was always taking care of other people. Joaquín would get water, cook meals, help him to the tub, even wash his back. It was... nice.

He still had his family in hiding while he stayed at the house to make sure no one else came for him but he made sure Joaquín let Sarah know he was alive and okay when he able to fully sit up in the hospital.

Sam usually kept the same routine each day and as it was sunset he hobbled his way onto the back patio and sat down in the porch swing. The rocking movements always soothed his troubled mind as a child and they did so again now. He and Joaquín still didn't really discuss anything about their last and first day in three years together and he wasn't sure how to bring it up.

He knew he was wrong for leaving as he did with no contact for three years, he just didn't know if he should bring it up since everything seemed okay for now. There was always a hint of tension in the air when the house was dark and quiet and Joaquín had put Sam in his bed, lingering in the door frame as if to say something before just saying Goodnight and leaving. But other than that everything seemed... okay.

As if summoned by Sam himself, the back door opened and Joaquín stepped out onto the back patio and scanned the area before noticing Sam and coming to sit next to him. He had brought a blanket out with him and threw it over the two of them before resting his head on Sam's chest. The hair from his beard piercing Sam's shirt and tickling his chest. It was a routine the two fell into some days ago, none of them moving to break it any time soon.

"Knew I'd find you out here. The sunsets down here are always so beautiful."

"Yeah that's why pops built the house facing east. Best view in all of America he'd say."

The two sat together in silence watching the sun fall ever so slowly past the horizon. Tension was slowly building up again and Sam had no clue what it was from.

He had to say something.

Anything really.

He couldn't go on without saying something.

So he did.

"Jo... Joaquín... I was an ass back then. I shouldn't had left you behind to fend for yourself and I should've called, texted, sent a dam email, something. But I was worried about myself, my sister, my nephew's, I didn't think for a second that I was leaving my other family member behind and alone. And for that I'm so sorry."

"It's... well no it's not okay. It hurt me that you didn't consider me family. We were all but married back then. You were my life. I thought I was at least an important part of yours.... but you left and then trashed your wings and dissapeared. Figured I'd never see you again." Joaquín sighed. He sat up and brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly.

Sam didn't know what to do. He had caused this. He did what was best for him and his family but completely left Joaquín behind and in the cold. He did miss him. He just thought he'd be safer without him around but turns out Joaquín was the one saving his ass anyways.

"The wings?" Sam asked.

"Oh i found em right where you left em. Picked em up, took em home, studied em, reverse engineered my own pair. Yours are still sitting in my workshop. I kept it just in case you... ya know... ever came back..." At this point his head was turned away from Sam.

Sam couldn't see the tears but he could hear Joaquín sniffling and wiping his face.

"Hey...." Sam whispered as he wrapped his arm around Joaquín's back, "From what I saw.... you were awesome, perfect even. I shouldn't have left you. You're my family too..." He began poking Joaquín's side.

"Come onnnn Jojo. Look at me. Please?"

Joaquín replied with a grunt and shuffled his head further into his arms.

"Jojooooo," Sam reached under his face and tilted his head up to face him. His eyes where shining with tears and his face was streaked with tear lines. His lips were visibly trembling and his beard had grown noticeably longer. Sam held his chin in his hands and ran them over his beard repetitively in a soothing motion that lead to Joaquín leaning back into Sam.

"I promise I'll never leave you behind again. The past three years were great but these three weeks with you were the best of my life. I hate that it took getting my ass handed to me for me to realize that but my life with you in it is infinitely better." Sam lamented.

Joaquín finally spoke again, "I've loved spending this time with you too, but it still hurt. It's gonna take time for me but I want you in life too." He rested his forehead against Sams and sighed, "I can't stay here with you for much longer. I have unfinished business to take care of but after that's done I'll come back."

"I'm coming with you." Sam replied determinedly, "Wherever you go I'm going too."

"No... no. You still need to heal and you're still needed here. I'll be okay! I took in the mantle of The Falcon and I'm doing what I have to. Can we just enjoy what we have for now until it's time?"

Sam scanned his face and saw he was serious and decided to let it go. He had no place to make demands of Joaquín and he wanted to give him as much length as he needed.

"Yeah... yeah okay..."

"Cool." Joaquín perked up and kissed Sam in his forehead, his beard ticking his face before resting his head back on Sam's face, wrapping his arms around Sam's waist, and continuing to watch the sunset.

Sam broke the silence again, "I just have to ask though..."

"Hm?"

"Where did this beard come from?" Sam asked stifling a laugh.

"Aw shut up!" Joaquín pushed at Sam's stomach and laughed which in turn caused Sam to laugh. "It just grew out while I was going through it and I liked it so I've been working with it okay!"

Sam chuckled at Joaquín's exasperation and slight embarrassment before saying, "I love it. It looks good on you. In fact its kind of sexy."

Sam felt Joaquín's body stiffen on top of him amd heard his breath hitch. There was obviously some attraction to each other and an innate closeness the two had, but they never discussed what exactly they were to each other. Not everything needed a label of course but they just never talked about it. They always glided into these situations.

"Heh. Thanks."

Sam looked down at Joaquín's head and stroked his hair and carried his hands over the other man's shoulder and down his side repetitively. He heard Joaquín sigh before hearing the rhythmic sounds of his sleep. He didn't know what was running through the other man's mind but he knew that this moment was perfect and if he could, he'd stay like this forever.

He thought his life for the past 3 years was what he wanted but turns out this was exactly what he was missing.

[turtletimewriting]

Wait Can you do OTP questions for Moxiety please?

1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

Aw man this is super tough. In all honesty, I think both of them are utterly completely in love with the other’s love. 

Virgil’s laugh is so joyous and so carefree, just the opposite of how he portrays himself. Patton just falls in love with Virgil all over again every time he hears it and that’s why he makes sure to hear that laugh every single day.

Patton’s laugh is exactly how you would think it would be. It’s purely childish, carefree, belly laughs with the occasional ear-splitting shriek. His face always goes all red and scrunchy. It’s so much more adorable than you expect, even after years of tickle fights and giggle fits. 

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

Patton has some adorably ticklish ears. But, to make it weirder, his right ear is soooooo much more ticklish. It’s not often that Virgil gets the chance to properly tickle them as much as they deserve but he makes sure to treasures the moments he can. There’s no greater joy than taking a fluffy feather and curling around his right ear while whispering teases into his other ear. Seeing them slowly glow bright red, is worth tickling them alone but of course the frantic giggling and wimpy “stop!”s and “it tickles!” also makes it worth tickling them every chance Virgil can get. When he’s bored/anxious, they’re the perfect distraction and fidgeting thing.

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

To put a spin on this, Virgil always gets the cheer-up tickles but Patton also gets a weird moment of calm when tickling Virgil. To cheer-up Patton, you need to let him tickle you. When they’re both stressed or upset, they will curl up in their pjs under the bed blankets and Patton will slowly start to tickle Virgil. They’ll spoon and gentle tracing around his tummy will slowly turn into digging scribbles as he pins his arms down and holds his top up. For Virgil, letting himself laugh and relax into Patton’s firm cuddle is so grounding and distracting. For Patton, focusing on the tickles and knowing that no matter what Virgil will love him and he can always make Virgil laugh and look over him. 

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Patton is the ultimate tickle monster and will deliberately look for every single opportunity to give some tickles to his grumpy emo storm cloud! Virgil is useless in the morning and just fumbles around until things work. It’s not unusual for Patton to take pity and help him put his jumpers on. But, of course, his help comes with the fact of life that he will scribble down his sides as he pulls the jumper down. Oh and look this jumper is tightly stuck so it’s taking awhile. Oh please stand still Virge, I’ve just got to get it unstuck from the exact middle of your armpits. Lots of teasing which is really unfair as Virgil’s brain as yet to load and he’s forced to just stand there and try not to fall. He can’t even try to fight back, he’s just got to stand there and make sure his knees don’t melt. 

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

I don’t know why this sudden image came to me but! I can just imagine Patton cleaning the house after a good baking session and he pulled out a feather duster. He was practically glowing as he realised he must look like a 1950s housewife. Patton dances around the living room while twirling this feather duster. Virgil walks in and he jokingly swats him with the duster. Now, Virgil was wearing a thick jumper as per usual. There was no way it could possibly tickle. But yet his mind just panicked. He is the epitome of flight and fight. His brain convinces him that Patton somehow discovered his greatest secret and he must fight back. So he grabs the duster and quickly shoves it under Patton’s top to which Patton then immediately buckles and starts squealing. Virgil ends up tickling the snot out of his boyfriend. 

Afterwards, Patton asks just what on earth sparked that moment of playfulness and Virgil instinctually answers that he thought Patton would tickle him first. Which of course results a duster being shoved up his jumper in revenge. 

6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

Patton but not really for the reasons to be expected. He can take tickle bites but his ultimate weakness is raspberries. And he knows for a fact that if Virgil is doing tickle bites then raspberries are coming. The instant Virgil puts his mouth on him, he screaming and wiggling even faster. So Virgil uses tickle bites as anticipation for raspberries which makes them absolutely unbearable for Patton. 

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

As mentioned earlier, Virgil is useless in the morning but Patton wants them both to wake up at the same time just like in all the love films and books. It becomes a game between them. Patton will wake up and still see his darling boyfriend dead to the world in his arms and he will gently tickle up and down his sides. “Oh, just how I love waking up to these summer mornings with my darling boyfriend, who’s definitely awake and enjoying the morning with me. You can tell he’s awake and ready for the beautiful day awaiting us because he’s just giggling at the thought of enjoying today!”. 

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

Surprisingly Patton. Patton enjoys tickles with absolutely no shame, maybe some embarrassment and blushing but he will “oh no!” become suddenly weak and helpless and so forced to sit there and just enjoy those tingly tickles. Sometimes, even he he is fighting back, he will deliberately stop for a second to just enjoy Virgil’s giggles as he wrecks his tickle monster boyfriend. He just wants to enjoy the open joy Virgil is feeling. If Patton has one ultimate weakness, it would be Virgil. He’d take all the tickles in the world to see Virgil having fun and messing about.

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

Virgil is the most danger when tickling Patton. Patton always wants to enjoy his tickles and so he tries with all of his might and strength to enjoy them and sit still. But, he’s not very strong. Virgil will think Patton is just lying there and will focus on his tickling and then suddenly it becomes too much and Patton kicks out violently with no warning. Virgil has had quite a few bruises from Patton to which Patton almost cries over hurting him. 

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

Hmm, a bit of both. Virgil knows that tickling someone is a great stress release for Patton and so he will go through subtle hints like “oh my foot is super itchy” or “could you give me a massage” to some outright storming into his room with his shirt pulled up and his tummy proudly showing to the world. There have been times where Virgil thinks that Patton is more stressed than he is but Patton will never turn down a blushing Virgil asking for tickles. 

For Patton, he thinks he’s super subtle but he’s really not. He’s the one to wear an outfit to ‘hint’ at tickles. Virgil will be eating his bowl of cereal, slowing waking up, and Patton will walk in with short shorts, a crop top and knee high socks with ‘tickle me’ written across the soles. Subtle, obviously. It’s through this that Patton actually realises that he loves knee high socks and he loves that tracing over them makes things so much more ticklish! Soft tickles don’t really work for him for him on bare soles but the soft tickles over the fluffy socks really get him!

[wherepoetswentodie]

BOM 10 Day Challenge - Day 7!

Write an interaction between the Mormon boys and villagers

Okay so this is techincally a day late on UK time but it’s on the right day USA time soooooo I get a pass k. 

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“Elder Price, is there a reason you are sitting on my step?”

Kevin looks up at Kimbay and then shrugs. The reason he’s there seems really stupid now, and he doesn’t want to say it outloud. She stares down at him, clearly expecting an answer and when she doesn’t get one, she sighs and nudges him with her foot until he moves out of the way.

“Are you going to sit there for the rest of the afternoon?” she asks.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be,” he says.

She frowns, “Don’t you have baptisms?”

Kevin shakes his head, “I don’t like preaching anymore. Or organised religion,”

Kimbay scoffs, “Don’t flatter yourself. There is nothing organised about what we do here,”

Kevin cracks a smile and wraps his arms around his legs, resting his chin on his knees. He feels Kimbay’s gaze on him for a few seconds before she sits next to him, gently bumping their shoulders together.

“What is the matter with you, boy?” she asks, “Where is Elder Cunningham?”

“With Nabulungi,”

“Where is Elder McKinley, then?”

Kevin shrugs, “I don’t know. I left the hut early this morning. I didn’t see anyone,” 

Kimbay turns to look at him, “Do you not think Elder McKinley will be worried about you?”

“He said he was going to be in his office all day, anyway,” Kevin says, “Probably doesn’t even know I’m not at home...”

“Okay...” she says, “So...why don’t you go home?”

Kevin mumbles something into his knees, hoping that Kimbay will get fed up with him not talking and leave him alone. He isn’t so lucky and she flicks his ear to get him speaking again.

“Come on. I haven’t got all day,”

“I miss my mom,” he mutters.

This is met with silence and Kevin groans, putting his head in his hands. It is moments like this that remind Kevin why he doesn’t like talking about his feelings, because no one ever seems to know how to react. He himself doesn’t even know how to react to how he feels. 

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter,”

“It does matter. I have just never heard you talk about your family before,”

“They disowned me,” he says quietly, nails digging into his palms, “My mom and my dad and I...I don’t - my dad he’s always been strict and always expected me to be the best and I didn’t - I didn’t think that he’d be okay with everything that has happened but I thought that maybe my mom would be but she...she wasn’t,” he feels his throat tighten and tears boil behind his eyes, “And it was her birthday yesterday so I - I called home but when she - when she realised that it was me, she - she told me to not call home again and hung up on me but I just - I want to speak to her...I just - I want my mom...”

Kimbay clears her throat a little, “I am sorry, Elder Price. I did not realise that your parents would be like that,”

“Yeah,” Kevin says, “I didn’t think they’d be like that, either. I mean, I thought - I thought my dad would but I - my mom she - I thought she’d be better...” he trails off and looks back up at her, “‘m sorry. I don’t - I don’t really know why I’m here. I thought you’d - I thought you’d...I don’t know. I think I’m just gonna - I think I’m just gonna go back to the hut,”

“No,” Kimbay says, standing up and pulling him with her, “Come on. I’ll make you coffee,”

Kevin sits at her rickety kitchen table with his head on his arms whilst Kimbay brews his coffee. She places the mug in front of him and gently nudges him until he sits up.

“I’m not crying,” he says, despite the tears streaming down his face.

“No, you’re not,” she agrees, gently wiping his eyes.

“I just want my mom,” he says, despite how childish it makes him sound, “an’ I feel - I feel bad...”

Kimbay frowns at him, “You feel...bad?”

“Cause I - I don’t really have anything to complain about, do I? When I’m - When I’m done here I can just - I can go home and leave here but you - you can’t,” he mumbles. He groans and puts his face in his hands, “Sorry. That was - I don’t know what I’m saying. I just - I don’t have anything to complain about, really but I - I still complain all the time about - about everything but I - I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t,”

“You’ve been through a lot for such a young person,” Kimbay says quietly, running her hand up and down his back, “You’re allowed to complain,”

“I - I know but I don’t want to talk to Connor either because he - I don’t want to - his parents have been terrible. They won’t - they didn’t even call him to disown him they’ve just - they’ve not spoken to him. They just sent him a letter telling him to never come home again and I - I still have my siblings but I’m - I’m acting like I’ve got it worse than anyone in this fucking village,”

“You are allowed to be angry at the world, Elder Price,”

Kevin digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, “I just want to - I want to...I want to be able to go to my mom and have her solve all my problems for me like she did when I was a kid but she - she doesn’t l-love me anymore,” he trails off in a sob, “she doesn’t - she doesn’t give a shit. I could - I could drop dead tomorrow and she wouldn’t care,”

Kimbay sighs and puts her arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her.

“She might not, but there are plenty of people here who do,” she says quietly, “and that should count for something,”

“But none of them - none of them are my mom,”

“Your problem, Elder Price, is that your glass is always half empty. There are always going to be things we don’t have in life, and there are always people who are going to leave us, but there is also always things we do have and people who don’t leave us,” she says, “You might not have your mother, but you have your own little family here, don’t you? However weird we might be,”

Kevin sniffles and nods, “Y-Yeah. I guess,” he looks up at her and smiles a little, “Sorry for - for dropping this on you. I just - I didn’t know where else to go. Arnold wasn’t around and I - I don’t like Connor worrying more than he has to. He’s got - He’s got so much to worry about and I don’t - I don’t want to drop this on him,”

“He doesn’t know they’ve disowned you?”

Kevin shakes his head, “N-No. I just - I told him that I haven’t heard off them because he just - he worries so much,”

“I know he does. Remember when we took that picture of us all? He started hyperventilating because you and Elder Church had the same tie on and he was worried it would ruin the entire picture,”

Kevin can’t help it and laughs. Just last night, Connor had woken Kevin up at around 3 AM, worrying that they might have gotten everything wrong and that God was indeed real and he was leading them all to Hell. It had taken almost three hours for Kevin to calm Connor down enough so he would fall asleep again, by which point it was almost time for them to wake up and start the day.

“You are allowed to be angry at the world,” she says again, “No matter who you are or where you come from,”

“I still feel like a dick,” Kevin mutters.

“You are a dick,” Kimbay says kindly, “but you’re a dick that has been through a lot and is allowed to complain about it. There is always going to be people who have it harder than you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not having a hard time, as well,”

“I know but I still feel guilty. Like I don’t deserve to be moping around all the time and-”

Kimbay tuts and puts her hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her.

“You are allowed to be upset. You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to feel pissed off at God and your parents and whoever else you want to be pissed off at,” she says firmly.

“I - yeah. Sure.” Kevin mumbles.

“Say it, then,” Kimbay says, “Say you’re allowed to be pissed off,”

Kevin laughs, “I’m allowed to be pissed off,”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kimbay says, brushing her fingers through his hair, “Stop being so hard on yourself, please. You don’t deserve it,”

Kevin nods and wipes his eyes, “Sorry. I don’t - I don’t know why I came and bothered you. You probably - You probably have better things to worry about,”

“It is okay,” she says, “It is better than you wandering around on your own. Come on, I’ll walk you back to the hut. I’m sure Elder McKinley is worrying himself sick,”

“I can walk by myself,” Kevin grumbles, getting to his feet, “I’m an adult,”

“Barely,” she says, pinching his cheeks.

They walk to the hut in a comfortable silence. Kevin isn’t sure if seeing Kimbay as a maternal figure is strange or not, but decides that he isn’t going to think about it too much, or say that to her. Though if the way she ruffles his hair when they get to the hut is anything to go by, she might know exactly what is going on in his brain.

“Thanks for listening to me moan,” he says, not quite meeting her eyes.

Kimbay presses a kiss to his forehead, “I don’t mind-”

“Kevin!” a panicked voice yells, cutting her off, “Where on Earth have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”

“Sorry,” Kevin mumbles, turning to face Connor, “I was - I went for a walk,”

“All day? And without telling me? I thought you were - I thought you were being strangled by a snake or - or being eaten by lions or both and I - have you been crying? What’s wrong?” He cups his face in both hands, “What’s happened? Is everything okay?”

Kevin feels his bottom lip tremble and he pulls Connor in for a hug, squeezing his eyes shut, “Thank-you for caring about me,”

Connor frowns and pulls away, giving him a searching look, “Um..I - obviously I care about you, darling. I - you don’t need to thank me, Kevin,”

“I know. I just - thank-you,” he whispers before turning around to face Kimbay again, “I’m overly dramatic, I know. I’m sorry. I won’t - I won’t bother you again,”

Kimbay rolls her eyes, “What, and miss out on our coffee date tomorrow? What sort of son are you?”

Kevin somehow manages to hold back his tears until she is gone.

[queerspacewhale]

What will i do with the seasons of love?

Soooooo I went on this tangent on discord whilst listening to Rent and I had this spark of inspo.

I intend to do something properly with this, probably write a proper fanfic with this but that will have to wait for now so have the base plan dudes. And drop your opinion.  

I did post the text under the pics of my original brainstorming session so If you want you can go there to read it if you don’t like 

Okay this is more of an idea then a snippet but o was thinking about doing a Jake/dirk fic set during the 1980's aids epidemic in NYC, the research I've just started so things may change.

This story would most likely end in a somber note because I love making myself sad.

Dirk is an engineer, working what jobs he can. He lives with his older brother, a indie film director and photographer, who has been banned out of a couple of restaurants because of his boyfriends bickering. Who had a habit of getting into fights with folks who spite out one too many slang at them.

His other roommate is a cranky, romance author and part time waiter called Karkat.

Recently an elderly woman moved into the flat across them, bringing with her, a large, burly hound and an excitable man.

She seems to hit it off with his brother, the two often drinking tea and cracking jokes at each other. They become accustomed to her coughing fits and random fainting, helping her to her bed whenever Jade faints.

Her flat is more like a jungle covered in fauna and plants. All tended to by her and her grandson.

Jake, her grandson, is a weird fellow but nice enough, he spent most of his time backpacking across the states but as his gran's fits grew more frequent, he ended up moving with her to the concrete jungle.

He hardly has a fashion sense but he makes up for it with his quirks.

Dirk does have some trouble because of his brother reputation but he ignores it. To him, his big brother is the best and he'd rather be jobless then deal with bigots.

In about a year, his big brother gets sick. And within a month Dirk meets someone one of the other most important people of his life. A man called John. His was older but he respectful and didn't force himself into his brother's life.

He was happy in their strange relationship with Karkat and it's one of the things he chose.

Dave dies at home, while watching some shirty movies with John and Karkat. After fading away slowly, decaying internally but never losing his spark. He had simply falling asleep on the couch, and passed.

Jade dies soon after. Apparently falling down a flight if stairs but both John and Jake suspect something else. Especially since her trusted hound had vanished upon her death.

John was surprised when he saw his half sister sitting next to a sick Dave and a tired Rose, arguing with him over the importance of vegetables while one is sick.

John had falling to his knees and cried for his big sis. Apologizing for things Karkat and Dave didn't know went down.

They grandmother favored John but her distaste for Jade was deep, almost as deep as the sea itself.

Karkat and John still see each other whenever they can but John is often taken all over the state. It was on one of these trips when Karkat passes, dying in a hospital bed as John boarded the plan to see him.  He was buried next to Dave. John began to use his money to fund what research he could.

And well, Dirk and Jake grow closer. Becoming good friends and Dirk begins to have feelings for Jake but never telling him, over thinking as always and keeping his feelings to himself. Years pass and they grow older and well Jake ends up seeing someone.

Dirk was distraught but he hides it well, being a good friend but also losing himself.

After a few rocky relationships, he meets two young girls at a support group, a cancer patient called Calliope and an overdose survivor named Roxy, quickly becoming close friends with the duo and entering a strange relationship with them. And well, with their help, moving away from his old apartment into their "shitty" studio.

His contact with Jake is strained but they do call from time to time, not informing him of his condition, slowly growing sicker with time.

Dirk passes the day before Jake's wedding, at his bachelors party. It was a small thing, only being them and a couple of other people but they two didn't leave the other's side.

Talking and enjoying the time they had.

As the night continued, they left their group. Ditching the other fellows and enjoying the night air.

Holding hands the entire time, they ended up on a park bench talking about what the other missed and well, just talking. Dirk was still in awe of the man, having grown into his lanky body and rocking it. Feeling his heart tighten at his friend, he didn't want this to end, he didn't want to die.

And the flood gates open, breaking into a wheezing sob in front of Jake. Rambling and rambling to him about everything. About his feelings and how he loved the other man and how he didn't want to die.

He was scared of dying.

Jake was shocked, not aware his friend was dying, and slowly he confused something as well, taking Dirk's hand and staying he too had feelings for the man, but he was afraid when he was younger. Running as he always did.

They shared their first kiss underneath the light of a lamp post and for the first time Dirk felt hopeful.

They ended up going to Dirk's hotel and cuddling, Dirk stating he was sleepy and Jake complied. Cuddling his friend.

And they two were happy.

And then Dirk drifted. And Jake woke up alone.

Also, Roxy lives, helping Calliope and using her knowledge to start a research facility with full funding from Mr.Crocker, John had been funding causes like this and actually started the support group which the trio met. Who was running that group?? A Ms.Rose Lalonde who started it after losing her brother and her Partner's best friend.

Jane at first is a bigot, believing a lot of what media said about the queer community and AIDS. But that changed when her pop got sick. Revealing his Asexuality and how he had two lovers who died to young. Wishing to be buried beside them.

[papa-guna]

MUSE TRACKS

post  3 - 5  songs  that  remind  you  of  your  muse.

Okay, so we’ll start off with the ones that remind me of just Laguna...

┏ sᴏɴɢ o1     【Against the Wind】 by Bob Seger ┗

The years rolled slowly past And I found myself alone Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends I found myself further and further from my home

(I mean the whole damn song is 100% Laguna, covering his whole story so it was hard to just post one verse lol.)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o2     【We Weren’t Born to Follow】 by Bon Jovi ┗

We weren't born to follow Come on and get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe

(Laguna is all about paving his own path, haha)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o3     【Desperado】 by The Eagles ┗

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home

And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walking through this world all alone

(Well I mean for one, it’s called Desperado but it also does work really well for Laguna!)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o4     【Bad Day】 by Daniel Powter ┗

You're faking a smile with the coffee to go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces every time

(Umm...I’m sorry that most of these seem dark for Laguna? I like sad songs okay? I like making my muses suffer and thinking about ways to make them suffer XD)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o5    【It’s my Life】 by Bon Jovi ┗

It's my life It's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive

(There. Something a bit more positive!)

Aaaaand now onto the next category: Laguna/Raine songs!!!!

┏ sᴏɴɢ o1  【For Crying Out Loud】 by Meatloaf ┗

For taking and for giving and for playing the game For praying for my future in the days that remain Oh Lord For that I hold you

Ah but most of all For cryin' out loud For that I love you

(It was so hard not to post the entire last part of the song. This is like the quintessential song for them in my opinion. The ending is just so...perfect.)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o2 【Tears in Heaven】 by Eric Clapton ┗

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same If I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven

(I dare you to listen to this song and not cry. I dare you. Especially if you read up on the story behind it.)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o3 【Eyes on Me】 by Faye Wong ┗

So let me come to you Close as I wanted to be Close enough for me To feel your heart beating fast And stay there as I whisper How I loved your peaceful eyes on me

(I don’t care how cliche it is, you knew this song would pop up.)

And finally, we have the father and son songs!

┏ sᴏɴɢ o1 【Little Lion Man】 by Mumford and Sons ┗

But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear?

(Most people think this is a Squall song more but look at the lyrics and tell me it doesn’t sound like it’s from Laguna’s PoV. Imagine this verse being said at Raine’s grave...)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o2 【Live Before You Die】 by Bon Jovi ┗

When you're young you always think The sun is going to shine There will come a day When you have to say hello to goodbye

Sit down son take my hand, Look me in the eye Take these words, promise me You'll live before you die

(Laguna giving Squall some life advice.)

┏ sᴏɴɢ o3 【Cat’s in the Cradle】 by Harry Chapin ┗

I've long since retired and my son's moved away I called him up just the other day I said, I'd like to see you if you don't mind He said, I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kids have the flu But it's sure nice talking to you, dad It's been sure nice talking to you And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me He'd grown up just like me My boy was just like me

(Come on, no father and son list can be complete without this one!)

Anyways, there are soooooo many more I could have listed. I have whole playlists dedicated to Laguna, haha.

TAGGED BY:  @idno41269​

TAGGING: Honestly, considering how long I was inactive and I’m only just coming back it feels kinda awkward to tag a whole bunch of people... stupid I know So just consider yourself tagged if you wish???

[theangry-ace]

non-R18 drama cd short reviews

because at some point I’d be bored with just ecchi stories.

though it turns out non-ecchi ones are a lot harder to understand with my level of Japanese. also when there’s no ecchi scene, they seems to go all the way up to the maximum crazy plot.

I found most of these from Error-World.

Criminale, F & X my rate; 4/5 a mafia group made out of brothers and led by a man they call Father. i haven't listen to every single one of them completely except for Hirakawa's character, Nero, but i think they all followed the same plot. girl is a secret child of Father and now that Father is dead, somehow other mafia groups wanted her dead as well. the guy would have her chained to themselves and went on a frantic run through italy(?) to protect her. Nero is a bit of a weird one where he don't have any empathy for anyone except for the girl. he'd down a plane full of passengers just to save that one girl only.

Grimm machi no oujisama my rate; 4/5 ok the story is interesting (the part that i understand completely that is) but a bit on the ~crazy~ side. personally i find them exponentially crazier and crazier by the volumes. short version, girl found herself with no memory of herself, in a world called Grimm-machi, where she met one guy that represent the character from the Grimm brothers' fairy tale. spoilers; in the epilogue it will be revealed that the girl (and guy) was dreaming all along. all ended not in happy ending however so... better prepare your feels.

Majestical cr[L]own lesson my rate; 3/5 i don't quite catch the underlying plot (about the queen or something) but they're basically about a girl in a lavish school learning certain skills. you get to hear the teaching lessons and learn a few by yourself too. now i can proudly say if my life is in danger, i have at least some knowledge of how to ride a horse and proper etiquette to how to eat a fish meal in a formal dinner setting (what the shit u can't turn them over but instead remove the bones from one side only??? rich ppl must have all the patience in the world. i’d have no time for that shit lol).

Paradise Whisper my rate; 4/5 the story might be close to the best yet. it's about a school of rich kids and a girl, being bullied for some reason. the story all ends around track 10 and the following tracks are just additional bits and pieces that's not too important to the plot. Setsuna - i didn’t get to enjoy this volume too much bc my brain is too distracted over that the guy treated girl like a dog, despite he later kinda properly treated her like a human again. Chisato - guy is pressured by his dad to follow his career path (didn’t get to catch what is was) but guy just want to be a dancer. Kiraru - ugh he angers me the most. he saw himself being a Good Guy but he toys with the girl. and the girl might be the worst of an MC, even though being threatened and sexually harassed, she's still listens every time he barks. the so called ~romance~ was born thanks to the girl's idiotic obedience. i didn’t listen to this to the end, but the voice is good. Asuma - dude gives me the heebies jeebies since he very easily harassing the girl. his story is that he is from a family of musician but got overshadowed by his twin brother. he also got hurt from a fall down the stairs (i think) and he can't easily play violin anymore. Natsume (kimura ryohei) - this is my fav. dude has a split personality whenever he got his head wet. his usual self is a soft spoken, gentle guy but the other one is violent and angry all the time. said he developed the other persona due to his self defense against being bullied as a kid. things got fucking dramatic when the angry natsume wanted to kill himself by burning down his house (i think). Ruu (hirakawa daisuke) - this is pretty good too... and not just bc i am trash for Hirakawa's voice lol. anyway guy likes to play a game of pretending to pay attention to certain girls and would immediately leave them when the girl started to say she fell in love with him. said it's a kind of revenge over his mom leaving him when he was very young? didn’t quite get that. the girl in this story is a bit of a badass, she's not at the very least intimidated at how much of an asshole the dude is. like he forced her to stand in the shower in school while in uniform, locking her up in a storage for the whole day... instead of being afraid, she slapped the shit out of him to make him realized what a weak mf he is and teach him to be decent human being again.

Docchi no kare ga suki desuka my rate; 5/5 well i really like this one. it's not actually about the MC had to choose between two guys (played by one CV) as they were titled and the two plot does not cross in any way. it's fun to hear the talented actors using different voice tone to match the characters they played. i especially love the volume with Hirakawa and Okitsu (bc i'm trash for them). for once i didn’t fear for my own sanity for Hirakawa's yandere character like i always do for his R18 works. i'm soooooo glad that one ended well. also Okitsu’s tsundere character is A+ as well.

Rear pheles my rate; 4/5 this really gives a mixed feeling. first few tracks are about a girl and a guy finding themselves without much memory of how they're in a forest. the girl would be dressed in red hood and the guy has ears and tail of a wolf. it was all merry and cute though at the same time you wonder what the fuck is going on bc nothing is explained. at the last few tracks would be a complete fucked up and dark twist that lead to either the guy would attack the girl or being shot dead by an unknown person. they were all a dream, anyway but the guys would always reveal themselves to be exactly the same monster as in the dream. i think the theme of this series are guys that hides the dark desire inside them, and the girl would have absolute no idea. all in all, i think i like it but the conclusions are not that satisfactory, esp the one with the teacher preying on his student. pls save herrrr.

Love Don Quixote my rate; 4/5 this series sets in a school's student council club where they're supposed to not have any romantic relationship between each other. pretty silly since all of them hides one. anyway they're all featured the kabedon thingy that, i had to admit, does makes me go doki at first. but hearing it happened so many times i just wish the girl would knee them in the nut or headbutt his jaw or something. the guys all have good intention, if i might say, to try to get the girl to date them but they just can't do it without being a dick and intimidating her. but despite that, i did enjoy this series bc i love all the CVs featured.

Fantasy kareshi my rate; 4/5 this one is interesting. there's two sides of one story; peter pan or capt hook, the wolf or the hunter, and hensel or the wizard. story is very good but very short too. the only thing that held me from giving it a full mark is that hensel side is suggesting an incest route.