#doin touristy stuff

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

I really want a buddy comedy of muzu and king dorephan going around hyrule together

[idabbleincrazy]

Best Laid Plans: Christmas in the Cascades (A Secret-verse future!fic)

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel (Will/Liam)

Word Count: 2908

Warnings: PWP, human au, fluff, smut, rimming, brief fingering, anal, topping from the bottom, est. d/s, sub!Angel, bottom!Angel, pain kink, nipple kink, praise kink, nipple play, degradation kink, fluff, blow job, deep thrroating, throat fucking, come swallowing, masturbation, coming on command, come feeding, switch!Spike, future fic

Summary: Will and Liam's Christmas vacation does not start the way they planned.

A/N: written for @mfbingo Christmas edition for the square "I can keep you warm".

This was not the White Christmas in the Cascade Mountain Range William had been planning for the last three weeks. He'd planned for a week of fun and relaxation, driving the twenty minutes into town for a dinner or two…that he made reservations for…ice skating, and shopping at quaint little shops in the artsy district, you know, all the silly little touristy stuff couples do on vacation. Now, they were stuck having to waylay all their plans and start from scratch. If the snow ever lightened up. 

"Bloody hell! Stupid sodding weathermen not doin' their bloody job right. Supposed to just be a light snowfall, not a bloody blizzard!" 

William and Liam hurried down the driveway into the cabin, Liam stomping his feet at the door to knock the snow off his boots before heading inside. He cast a wry smirk at Will as the blonde tossed his suitcase on the couch and kicked his boots off, careless of the puddle that would form from the melting snow. 

"Will, it's fine, really."

"'S not fine, it's bloody freezing. And we're trapped out here now till the roads open back up. We were supposed to get here four hours ago so we could head into town for supplies after unpackin'. Now the shops are bloody closed until the day after tomorrow."

"We've got enough food in the truck for the next couple days, and the manager already said they stocked up on the standard stuff. We'll make do, okay?" Liam snagged William's hand as he trudged by and pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and nuzzled into his neck. Feeling Will shudder lightly, he trailed his nose up along his throat, his voice lowering as he whispered into his ear. "And as for the temperature, I'm pretty sure I can keep you warm."

William let out a low groan, and pulled away, his eyes darkening with lust as they traveled over Liam's body.

"I'm going to get a fire going, an' I want you naked, laid out on that faux-bearskin rug, by the time I'm done, understood, Angel?"

Liam's eyes flashed with hunger as his hands began quickly working at his jacket zipper. 

"Yes, Spike."

Another groan and Will shed his coat as he crossed the cabin to the fireplace, thankful that the manager of the rental company had seen to it that plenty of wood was chopped and ready, a large pile of it set beside the stone hearth. He set up a good source of fuel for the flames and managed to get the fire going strong after a minute of fiddling with the kindling. 

Unbuttoning his shirt, he turned back to Liam and stopped, his cock hardening instantly at the sight. Liam was stretched out on the rug as instructed, on his stomach, the firelight flickering mesmerizingly over his smooth, tan skin, his firm buttocks dimpling as the brunette flexed teasingly. 

"Christ, you're a sight, luv." William walked around Liam and stood at his feet. “Show me.”

Liam quickly pulled his knees under him, his ass raising up, legs spreading as wide as he could manage as he presented himself to Will’s heated gaze. His hands slid back to spread his buttcheeks apart, revealing the jeweled plug stretching him open. His cock, which had finally softened after the first hour of the long drive up to the cabin from the airport, was hard as stone again, and leaking steadily under William's watchful eye, the tip brushing tantalizingly against the soft nap of the rug. He almost wished he'd agreed to the matching cock ring this morning when Will had presented him with the erotic addition to their trip up here, he could've used the extra security against cumming without permission.

“God, I love your arse, Angel. Look so bloody hot, all filled up with your pretty, new toy. You know how hard I was most of the way here,” Will growled at the pretty picture his lover made, and dropped to his knees behind him, his hands, warmed already by the fire, grazing lightly over the round globes of his ass and down along his inner thighs, his cock throbbing against his zipper at the low moans his touches garnered. Stroking his fingers upwards, he traced a fingertip around the furled skin of Liam's stretched rim, groaning as he watched the puckered muscle clench and relax around the plug. Nearly two years and he still hadn't tired of this sight. “Knowing you were all slicked up, your lovely hole stretched open around the plug, just waitin’ for a cock to replace it. Should’ve taken you in the plane’s bathroom, introduced you to the Mile High Club. Was even worse in the car, pet. Wanted to pull over a dozen times and just fuck you over the hood of the car.”

Replacing Liam's hands with his own, he held his cheeks spread open and dipped his head down to mouth over the filled hole. Liam let out a soft cry of pleasure, struggling to keep still as William lapped his tongue around the ring of muscle, glad he’d had the foresight to use one of the flavored lubes when he’d inserted the plug for the brunette before they’d left for their flight. 

“Love this bloody arse”, Will repeated himself, the words muffled against Liam’s skin as he licked away the taste of strawberries and cream, his teeth just grazing over the sensitive flesh, pulling fresh moans and whimpers from the younger man. Pulling away slightly, he slid his fingers between butt plug and flesh, circling around the steel base that flared out and tugging it halfway out, watching the skin stretch around the width of the plug. “Christ, pet, could eat you out for hours, make you cum, over an’ over, from just my tongue up this sweet li’l hole. ‘S not what you really want, though, is it, luv? Need my cock, don’t ya, Angel, fillin’ you, stretching you wide, thrustin’ into you the way this li’l toy never could.” 

“Oh, God, Spike…please…fuck me. Need to feel you, Master.”

“Don’t worry, pet, not gonna leave you wanting, need it myself too much to make you wait.” William pulled the plug out completely and quickly eased two fingers into the gaping hole, stretching Liam briefly. They could take it slow later, and anyway, he knew the brunette got off on a bit of pain, which was just fine with him. A fast, hard, fuck was just the outlet he needed after hours of willing away a nearly constant hard-on and the more recent stress of having their plans delayed by Mother Nature’s whims. He let out a groan as Liam pushed back on his fingers and gave his ass a firm smack with his other hand for his impatience as he pulled his fingers out of the slick hole. “Behave, Angel. Now, kneel up, pet. Want you to ride me.”

Liam did as ordered, the sting of the slap on his butt pulsing slightly as he sat back on his heels. He watched hungrily as Will stood up and finished undressing, moaning with need as his long, pale cock was revealed as he stepped out of his jeans, head fully exposed from the foreskin and leaking pre-cum as it curved up towards his stomach. Will smirked and retrieved a small bottle lube from his pocket before laying down beside Liam, not even bothering to order him to give him head; he was close enough to climaxing as it was. 

“C’mon, luv, wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock.” Liam quickly straddled Will’s waist, taking the proffered lube and reaching behind him to slick up the blonde's cock. Will grunted and thrust up into Liam's fist as he stroked the hard length, his head falling back against the rug as frissions of pleasure shot up his spine. "Enough, Angel, take me in."

Lifting up on his knees, Liam positioned himself over the tip of Will's cock, one hand holding it steady, his other sliding down his thighs to cup his balls, lifting them enough for William to watch his cock disappearing inside the brunette. He bore down on the blunt head pushing against his opening, hissing out at the slight burn of pain as William's cock stretched him further. 

"Jesus bloody Christ," Will fought the urge to thrust further into the tight heat surrounding his cock as Liam worked himself down the long shaft, his hands moving back to brace against Will's thighs as he took him in completely. "Fuck, tha's it, pet, so bloody good. Such a good boy, Angel, taking me so fucking deep."

Liam moaned at the soft praise and raised his hips, letting Will's cock slip almost completely out before slamming back down, his own thick cock bouncing against his stomach. 

"Christ! Oh, what a good li'l slut you are, pet." 

William reached up, one hand caressing Liam's flexing thigh, the other sliding up his chest as he began a quick but steady pace, angling his downward thrusts to ensure minimal contact with his prostate. As Will's fingers tugged at his nipples, he let his head fall back against his shoulders, letting out a loud moan of desire when the blonde pinched the hardened nubs painfully. 

"Yeah, such a sweet little pain slut, aren't you, luv? God, you're bloody perfect, Angel, ridin’ my dick so fuckin’ good.”

The warmth of the fire had already begun to affect the brunette, a light sheen of sweat coating the bronzed skin. William licked his lips and surged up, his knees bending to brace the larger man's back as he leaned in and licked a line of sweat from Liam's torso. 

"Jesus!" Liam yelped as the change in position rammed Will's cock against his prostate on the next thrust, a thick spurt of pre-cum dripping down his aching cock at the added sensation. As William mouthed over his skin, he quickened his pace, desperate to bring the smaller man off before he lost control of his own imminent orgasm. "Oh, God, Master…shit, feels so good, love how your cock feels inside me, Spike. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can...ahh."

Will growled and slid his hand up Liam's body, wrapping around his neck to pull him up into a deep, thorough kiss. His tongue slid easily into Liam's gasping mouth, tangling briefly with the brunette's before pulling back to bite at his bottom lip. He could feel himself teetering on the brink already; the tight, clenching heat of Liam's ass, the debauched look of the younger man's face as he rode him and fought off his own release, the beautiful, pleading, sounds of his need, all coalescing to drive him to the edge.

"Shite, Angel, love you so bloody much”, Will rasped against Liam’s mouth, pumping his hips up as Liam bore down, arms wrapping around each other’s backs. Crushing the brunette to him, he could feel Liam’s cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against his stomach as they rode on and into each other. “Fuck, gonna cum, luv. Fill this sweet, tight arse up, the way you milk my cock so fucking perfect. Oh, yeah, fuck…Liam!”

Will buried his face in Liam’s neck, holding him still in his embrace while he rode out his orgasm, thrusting up into the clenching tightness as his cock pulsed out spurt after spurt of thick, ropey cum. Liam twitched his hips as best he could in Will’s clutching grasp, desperate for his own release as he felt William filling him up. He’d registered the use of his real name but was unsure if they were still in play and didn’t want to risk the punishment, not when he was this close. 

“Spike, Master, please…need to cum.”

The realization that Liam had succeeded in withholding his own climax, without even being ordered, sent a fresh thrill of arousal down William’s spine. Releasing his tight grip on the larger man, he eased Liam off his cock and rose to his knees. Liam groaned at the loss, the sound quickly followed by a louder moan as Will reinserted the butt plug.

“Stand up, luv.” As Liam rose shakily onto his feet in front of him, William looked over at the cuckoo clock above the fireplace, smirking up at the brunette. “Happy Christmas, Liam.”

Before Liam could respond, Will leaned forward and took his entire aching length into his mouth, lips sliding down the leaking cock to the root. 

"Will", Liam yelped as the blonde swallowed around his shaft, the head of his cock nestled in the opening of his throat. He looked down at William, groaning at the sight of his darkened blue eyes staring hungrily back up at him, his spent cock already beginning to reharden. Carding his fingers through Will's peroxided curls, he pulled his head back slightly to thrust his cock along his tongue. "God, baby, I love your fucking mouth. Look so fucking pretty on your knees like this, Will, sucking my dick like a goddamn pro. Want me to fuck your mouth, huh, baby? Wanna feel my cock bruising that sweet little throat?"

William moaned his approval around the girth filling his mouth, his hands coming to rest on his own thighs as he relaxed his jaw. 

Liam groaned at the seldom seen submission in William's features, the heavy-lidded gaze causing another spurt of pre-cum to bubble from his throbbing cock. Tightening his grip on Will's hair slightly, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock back into the tight, wet warmth of his lover's throat, starting a fast pace, knowing he wouldn't last more than a minute or two after holding back for so long. 

Will swallowed and suckled around the thrusting length, letting the brunette use him in a way he rarely felt the longing for. He let go of his control and just let his body take over, the feeling of the thick, hard, cock brutally pummeling his throat making his dick ache for a second release. Thoughtlessly, his hand drifted towards his cock, fingers scratching through the sparse nest of curls as he teased himself.

Liam growled at the sight of the blonde’s mindless self-ministrations, the sudden, unexpected need etched on Will’s face driving him closer to the edge. It was far from the first time in the past two years that Liam had been allowed to take the lead, but William didn’t often give over the control so easily and completely. The knowledge that, if he wanted, he could order Will to drop his hand away from his groin and he would do so with merely a disappointed whimper, meant more to him than he could express; for someone so wholly dominant to submit to his this way showed just how much trust there was between them. 

"Fuck, yeah, baby, touch yourself. Jesus, look how hard you are again. All that just from me using your sweet mouth like this?” Liam watched William fist his cock as he thrust his own down his throat. “That’s it, Will, God, yeah, wanna see you blow just from the taste of my dick. Shit, baby, such a good little cocksucker, gonna fucking cum, cum for me, Will. Oh, fuck!"

Liam held Will's head in place as he thrust deeply one last time, his cock pulsing thick spurts of cum down the swallowing throat. Over the roar of his orgasm sounding in his ears, he could just make out the wet squelching of William's hand speeding over his own shaft, the garbled keen and sticky splash of the blonde's release on his calf barely registering as he fought to stay upright through the intense climax. 

William swallowed down the final bursts of cum and lapped away every drop from the softening length before pulling away, tugging the panting brunette down to the floor.

"Bloody fucking hell, that was hot", Will husked, his voice the only sign of the rough treatment Liam had wrought upon his throat.

He swiped his fingers through the glob of cum on Liam's calf and fed them to him, watching him lick them clean before stretching out beside the larger man and capturing his lips in a dirty kiss, mingling the tastes of each other together until they needed to break apart for air.

"Merry Christmas, Will," Liam huffed a laugh against Will's lips, pulling him into the circle of his arms. Reaching behind him, he tugged the large throw blanket from the nearby couch and maneuvered it over the both of them, the warmth of the roaring fire and his long overdue release leaving him sated and sleepy as Will snuggled into him. "I love you, William Pratt."

"And I love you, Liam Devlin. You do know there's a perfectly good bed in the other room, luv?"

"Mm-hmm, don't care. Comfy here, here good."

"Caveman say 'ugh'", Will chuckled in Liam's ear, returning his embrace. Liam merely growled softly and nuzzled into the curve of Will's neck. William sighed, casting his mind to the surprise he'd paid extra for management to set up in the bedroom and shook his head. At least he had the morning to look forward to, then; if the surprise went as hoped, they might not even step foot out of the cabin for another day. "Fine then, Mr. Sleepyhead, but if I get a cramp, you're giving me a massage."

"Mmm, happy ending costs extra, though."

"Oi!"

~~~~~

All Things Spike: @leatafanfiction @captain-peroxid3

Other: @countblucas

[pkmntrainertrix]

-CHATLOG-

-8:32 AM-

TrixOrTreats: heyyy Jester!

RashZangoose: Oh hey Trix. What’s up?

TrixOrTreats: I would say not much but uh. Yeah it’s much. Um I’ve got a question

RashZangoose: Shoot

TrixOrTreats: I’ve been in Alola the past few days but I didn’t tell dad I was leaving :p and I haven’t messaged him cause I’m worried he’ll be mad

TrixOrTreats: soooo I was wondering if I could tell him I’d been at your place? It would kinda make sense for the situation

RashZangoose: Trix. Are you seriously here alone in Alola. How did you even get here?

TrixOrTreats: IM NOT ALONE! I’m with a friend (that my dad wouldn’t like) so I need you to cover for me okay? Please :[

RashZangoose: Fine. Only because I know you’re smart enough to stay out of trouble. You owe me one though.

RashZangoose: What’re you even doin in Alola though? Didn’t strike me as the touristy type.

TrixOrTreats: Oh I got turned into a Pikachu so I came to Alola to evolve

RashZangoose:

RashZangoose: Are you fucking serious

TrixOrTreats: IM NOT LYING!! It’s been so annoying AND I wouldn’t lie to you >:[

TrixOrTreats: I thought it would make sense for you to be the one I was staying with because you’re interested in that kinda stuff. Oh btw do you know anything about how to turn back into a human when you’re a Pokémon? I was meaning to ask

RashZangoose: Fine. Whatever yeah sure. You just get to do that for fun. Hhhhhh.

RashZangoose: No I haven’t found anything about that. I haven’t been looking for anything like that. I’ll… take a peak for you

TrixOrTreats: Thanks!! You’re the best Jester!

RashZangoose: how did you even manage to turn into a Pikachu in the first place? Didja piss off Arceus or something

TrixOrTreats: Oh I just pissed off someone on rotumblr. Yknow that website? Someone sent me an anon and it did this

RashZangoose: Are you for real.

RashZangoose: It’s that easy?

TrixOrTreats: it’s THAT easy

RashZangoose: fuck it I might make another account. Arc damn it. I hate this stupid fucking planet

TrixOrTreats: oh! Okay! If you do lemme know and I’ll follow you :]

RashZangoose: yeah whatever. Stupid fuckin website. See ya later

[moonglittering]

12 & 19

✨ @seeasunset. meme. still accepting!

12. what is your muse’s love language?

i know you didnt ask for astrology, planetary ho facts but this guy is a virgo venus, 3rd house. gemini mars, 12th house. very logical and helpful in how he displays love. so his love language is basically acts of service. he’ll say ‘ i love you ’ and he loves to say it but for him it sometimes doesn’t have the same impact as say… ironing his boyfriends clothes or making him a little container of hand lotion mixed with ingredients he picked out himself.

he’s very practical about it. like… he’ll give his mans something, but its something useful. he’ll run his errands for him. run a bath for him. display his love by making life easier for the lucky fella he chooses…. cooking, closet rearranging, etc…. doin the taxes heehee he loves doing other peoples taxes that’s the business degree side of his education peekin thru. so his way of going about it is a bit mature~

vi also likes to give books and letters. <: ) the letters are never sappy, theyre usually very just. sweet and almost boring lol. he just wants to rant for 2 pages about how he was cold in the morning, his new favorite smoothie joint, and a nice park bench where yall can sit later in the evening. 

this kind of goes in how he likes to be loved, too. he doesn’t want any empty, useless gifts that he can’t use. he likes flowers ‘cause those have a billion ways to be re-purposed, books, art supplies, unique jewelry from a corner market or something. he’s not a very…. ‘ take me to an amusement park / touristy place / mass manufactured garbage location and buy me a cute lil trinket that serves no purpose or something that can’t at least be displayed in an artful fashion ’ type. that’s…

oh his dignity withers at the thought of it lol. 

really…. get him a cute, handmade bowl sold at some cute shop in town.

he’ll return the favor by making a really gorgeous salad for yall to share in said bowl.

everyone wins!

how he feels about the other love languages, officially:

- doesn't give a fuck about words of affirmation, because he doesn't like that kind of sap like just tell him his ass is phat and he's smart. - physical touch is nice. :) like super nice... he likes to hold hands while watching pretentious movies. - he likes his quality time so he doesn't like too much of it. he's busy also he likes his space... he doesn't like feeling smothered. - the only gifts he like are handmade ones or stuff he can use.

ultimately the ultimate romantic gesture is him rollin his man a joint and his man rollin him one in exchange and it's very perfect rolled! in gold foil!

19. is there someone your muse has a crush on, but who you don’t actually have a ship with?

strictly speaking to his main verse, which is the verse where all of these super duper apply? ... nope! still looking into buying a walter white body pillow.

[hyenahunt]

Jun Sazanami - 3* Feature Scout: A Trip Down Memory Lane

Writer: Yuumasu

Season: Summer

Characters: Jun, Kohaku, Hiyori

Proofreading: royalquintet

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: (This is what you call innocence, isn't it? I bet there's not a single stain on his heart.)

[Location: Seisou Hall Common Room]

Kohaku: (Aw, shoot. To think of all folks I wound up forgettin' somethin'. Plumb slipped my mind that my roomie Jun-han's away for a while doin' an on-location shoot.)

(He said he'd be gone for a few nights, but it don't look like he's comin' home today.)

(I'm in a real fix. Here I brought back a buncha souvenirs from the Sweets circle an' all, but ain't no way I'm gonna be able to finish 'em on my own.)

(Worse-case scenario I could hand 'em over to Niki-han, probably...)

(But these cakes look like right jewels and handin' 'em over to him when he wolfs everythin' down with a lick o' the lips seems just a bit of a waste.)

(Maybe I'll pop 'em into the freezer and have 'em over several days? Be real nice if Jun-han showed up in the meantime, though.)

(...Hm? I hear footsteps. Is someone comin'?)

— Oh, Jun-han!

Jun: Hey, Sakura-kun, I'm back. So this is where you were, huh~

Kohaku: Well, speak o' the devil an' all that. I was just thinkin' about ya, Jun-han.

Jun: About me?

Kohaku: Darn right. I got a whole honkin' heap o' cake that I can't possibly finish on my own, so I was just thinkin' it'd be great if you were here to help.

Mighty fine timing ya have. Welcome back, Jun-han.

Jun: Haha, so that's what's up~

Woah, these all look super expensive. They're gonna put my souvenir to shame.

Kohaku: Your souvenir?

Jun: After our shoot ended, we somehow decided that since we were there, we might as well go souvenir shopping. Can't remember who started it, though.

I went along with it, but had seriously no idea what to buy...

So I wound up picking out some basic cookies you'd see at any tourist spot with a typical touristy greeting printed on 'em.

Sorry it's nothing big, but here, this is for you.

Kohaku: For me? Is that right?

Jun: Yeah. I mean, you've been a great roommate to me. That is, if you don't mind, of course.

Kohaku: 'Course not. I ain't never gotten somethin' like this before... I'm happy as a clam right now~

I appreciate it, Jun-han ♪

Jun: You're welcome. If it makes you that happy, then I'm real glad I bought it.

Kohaku: Oh, there's a samurai and a castle printed on the box. What kinda place did ya go to, Jun-han?

Say, might be a smidge presumptuous of me to ask when you've already given me a souvenir, but...

It's a lil' early for bedtime, so won'tcha tell me about yer trip? I'd love to hear all 'bout it over some cake and cookies.

Jun: Sure, why not. My trip, huh...

Well, I had my hands full with Ohii-san trying to run around everywhere the whole time, pretty much~

The idea behind the whole shoot was for the four of us in Eden to do some sightseeing however we pleased, but...

At least some part of this stuff's gotta be scripted, yeah? Our sponsor's a tourism company, after all.

I got a real fright when we went to this one street lined with old townhouses. When I looked back, no one else was there.

Turned out while I was giving it my all to introduce the place in front of the cameras, the other three were chilling on a bench having some mitarashi dango outside a teahouse.

Goddamn! And it wasn't just Ohii-san & Nagi-senpai, but even Ibara joined 'em, y'know~ They all had these grins plastered on their faces as if to say 'nice shot'!

Kohaku: Kokoko ♪ Is that so? Sounds like y'all had a swell time~

Jun: Huh? I'm telling my tale of woe here and that's what it sounds like to you?

Kohaku: Don't it, though? I dunno what others might think, but at least to me, it seems like ya had a good time.

Y'see, before comin' to ES, I hadn't ever gone on a trip to somewhere far away before. I didn't know a lick 'bout anything beyond what was right around me.

I can't even begin to picture the place ya went to shoot at, Jun-han, but someday I'd like ta have a look 'round myself.

Jun: You could go whenever you have the time, really. You gotta make a transfer, but the trip itself won't take even half a day.

I know, I'll send you stuff over HoldHands 'bout the places I liked best, and some photos, too.

Kohaku: 'ppreciate it ♪ ...Ah, an' here it is.

Hmm~? Quite a few of these townhouses, ain't there? They look totally different from my place back home.

Woah, this mitarashi dango's huge!

Ahaha, look at you an' Eden, chummy and snug as peas in a pod.

Jun: (...Sakura-kun looks pretty happy.)

(This is what you call innocence, isn't it? I bet there's not a single stain on his heart.)

(If it gets tainted even once, it can't ever go back. I wish he could just stay the way he is now... but maybe it's pretty selfish of me to think that, huh~)

Hiyori: Jun-kun, so this is where you were!

Jun: Ohii-san!? What're you doing here...? Didn't you say you were gonna stay the night over there and come back in the morning?

Hiyori: I just didn't feel like it anymore so I came back early, you see. Are you having a little tea party? Let me join you!

Kohaku: Fine by me. I'll go an' get some tea ready.

Hiyori: Hmm? Haven't I seen these cookies somewhere before?

Jun: Well yeah, that's the souvenir I bought. Didn't you buy the exact same thing, Ohii-san?

Hiyori: Oh, that's right, now that you mention it. I bought so much else that I'd simply forgotten.

Speaking of souvenirs, I bought quite a number of those too, but they were so heavy I couldn't possibly carry them all by myself. I told the driver to drop them off at the dorm entrance, so I'd like you to go fetch them!

Jun: Are you talking to me?

Hiyori: Obviously. After all, Jun-kun, this is you we're talking about so of course you'd take care of it!

On that note, I'm currently in the mood for some black tea. Kohaku-kun, do prepare some for me, won't you?

Jun: (...And here I thought I'd have some rare peace and quiet tonight.)

Jun: (Well, this feels more like my usual routine, anyway.)

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[secondhand-trash]

hi since i m up already, write megumi doin any touristy stuff kek u can decide LOL

A/N: I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time trying to find it but this is a brain rot after I saw this tweet lmao

“I hate this...”

“But you look so good though,” you replied to your boyfriend’s displeased mumble from behind the dressing room with a tilt of your head as you chirped.

Megumi huffed, pulling at the waist bend snaking around his abdomen tightly, “You haven’t even seen me yet.”

“I know you’ll look good,” you said, toying with the sleeve of your own kimono, “you look good in everything.”

It was the mindlessly of your statement that made him pause, and you knew you had him when the complaints melted into a defeated sigh.

You could not stop the coo of awe when he pushed away the curtains of the changing room, not paying much mine to the way his gaze refused to stop on you all the while you circled him to admire his form.

The dark navy of the haori sat neatly on top of the black nagaki underneath. He had protested that wearing a full set just for the sake of wondering around was too extra, but you were glad that you persisted now that you saw how nice he looked. His trained figure filled out the supposedly loose garment perfectly, the wrap around the center of his frame accentuating his proportions.

“You look so good,” you repeated, holding him by the shoulder as you checked him out shamelessly.

He wasn’t keen on being oogled at, but the way you linked your arm in his as you leaned against him made him push down the want to not gain attention deep down.

The next time he would wear such formality might not be until his wedding, he thought to himself as you swung his arm back and forth while rambling on about all the shops you want to visit.

A tiny smile crept onto his face at the thought.

Oh well, guess it couldn’t hurt to give a slight preview now.

(Send me character + touristy things to ease my want to travel)

[squarefriend]

1 with Alphys or Toriel with 15? ^^

Once again, we’re doin’ both >:)

Ok so!! First off, Alphys:

At first she hated getting sick. It makes her feel miserable and achy and all that bad stuff. Worse, she gets sick rather often since she’s so sensitive to things like cold weather. So it’s at least a yearly thing that she catches a case of the sniffles.

Back then, she would normally just lock herself in her lab, feeling miserable until things got better. Luckily, Mettaton roomed with her for a bit and was there to lend a helping hand. He cleaned up and got her soup and all that good stuff. But, when he moved out....

She hated getting sick even more cause now no one was here. And now she felt even lonelier. And now she felt even more miserable.

This loathing kept up until the first time she got sick on the surface. I like to think winter hit pretty hard since there was no way to actually escape it like in the Underground. The quickly decreasing temperature meant Alphys was due for anouther bought of flu, so when the symptoms hit she was already holed up in her and Undyne’s appartment. She was all ready to have a long, miserable, cold season....

....But as it turns out Alphys actually enjoys being sick.

Well, less of actually being sick. She’d never admit how much she adores to be pampered and taken care of by her girlfriend. They snuggle up and watch anime, eat ramen, and just take a lot of time to love on eachother. Even if it’s certain that Undyne’s gonna get sick too, nobody can separate these dorks all winter. I mean, it’s just like in Alphys’s favourite fan fictions!!

Onto prompt 2, Toriel’s vacation habits!!

Ok so, admittedly a lot of my head cannons for Toriel are based off my own mother. Hell, even this doodle I was working on reminded me starkly of my mum. She loves traveling, and kinda shaped a lot of my views on how to do a good ass vacation. Also nastolgia.

Anyway!!! I like to think Toriel likes a nice, laid back vacation. She asks each person in thier little vacay group what they wanna do, then plans accordingly. Her favorite spots are usually old architecture, national parks, or good restraunts. Though, if it has a nice, warm spot to read, she’ll be happy.

Tori actually takes Frisk on a vacation every summer! They pack up the car and go to a new spot every time, mostly just sightseeing and other touristy things. Frisk’s chosen activities can be a little fast paced for her, but she manages well enough.

The one exception to the laid back, very pg vacation is when her and Sans decided to go to Las Vegas.

They’d been wanting to go on a best buddies road trip for a while, it was Summer, everything just worked out perfectly. Originally, it was going to be a normal, chilled out weekend with lots of sightseeing..... But they ended up going to a Casino and things got fucking intense.

Niether can actually remember what happened, aside from the fact that Toriel won too many drinking contests and Sans discovered he was really good at gambling. Kinda helps when you have loaded dice though.

They woke up at an entirely different hotel with a couple hundred extra bucks, 2 sets of party sunglasses, and absolutely no memory of the night before. So, they both decided to pack up and pretend that such an insane night never happened. It’s never been spoken of since

Mostly, Toriel just takes really chill, fun vacations.

[paperficwriter]

I Told You That I Love You, Please Believe Me

I’M REALLY SORRY, OKAY. 

(Some spoilers for the manga, but an alternate take) Ippo has started showing the signs of being punch drunk. He might be able to come back from it, but he can't do it alone. Luckily, Sendo has never planned on making Ippo do anything alone, if he has any say in the matter.

Cut is for length, not for content. Some reference to sex, but SFW.

Hey, I’m Sendo. Uh, Sendo Takeshi. I ain’t from around here, I’m a pro boxer in Osaka. But, uh, I’ve been here for a while now, so I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be in this group, right?

Okay. Okay, good.

I’ve been, um...I’ve been here takin’ care of my boyfriend, Ippo. Aw, shit, fuck, am I allowed to tell you his name? Is this supposed to be one of the anonymous things? Shit.

...no? Okay. Phew. Alright, that’s good.

Anyway.

So like I said, been here for a while. I was supposed to be jumpin’ into my first bout of the season, and the night before I get a call from his ma. ‘It’s about Ippo.’ And my heart sank so hard. In those three seconds, I thought, this is it, this is the call, there was an accident or someone hit him the wrong way, he’s paralyzed, I lost him, what the fuck am I supposed to do now.

But then she starts talkin’ about therapy and meds. And she’s goin’ on about he ain’t doin’ so well with it, and they basically told him he ain’t allowed to come back to the gym without a note from the doctor. But he still keeps tryin,’ and the last time that piece of shit Takamura hit him. Not, like, on purpose I guess but the guy’s an asshole, so. There ya go. 

And she goes, ‘I don’t want you to feel like you have to come, but I don’t know what to do with him. He’s so upset and mad, and the meds help but sometimes he won’t take them.’ She’s cryin’ her damn eyes out, and I stay on the phone with her for two, three hours. I’m supposed to get at least eight or nine hours before a match, but...well...that wasn’t happenin.’

And not only that, but...I stayed up longer, thinkin’ over all of it. I was like, what would that be like for me, huh? What if someone told me I couldn’t even train, let alone fight, and all I had was a bunch o’ punch-drunk fuckin’ energy to kill and nowhere to put it, and I just…

God, Coach was pissed. He was all, “Think about what you’re doing, Sendo! Do you think Makunouchi would want this? He’d want you to keep fighting and doing what you do!”

I just...went off. And I feel bad, ‘cause we haven’t really talked since, and I know it’s probably ‘cause he had to find someone else to fill my spot, or do all the paperwork, but I’m not stupid. I screamed at him. Told him, “This ain’t about what Makunouchi thinks! It’s about what I think! If I leave him all alone to deal with this by himself, I’m a fuckin’ piece of shit, and I don’t deserve him.”

And I left. Packed as much as I could, since I didn’t know when I’d be back, took the first flight, and the train, and I was there the next day.

You would think I was the Buddha himself, the way Ma Makunouchi looked at me when I got there. Hell, she already had a room set up for me where they normally kept fishin’ gear. I wasn’t gonna say that I would probably be in Ippo’s room a lot, but…

I asked where he was and she said he was sleepin,’ ‘cause he did sleep an awful lot when he took one particular med. I probably got everything unpacked before she went out grocery shoppin’ and I finally let myself into his room. I laid down next to his futon, and he didn’t even stir. It was crazy. I had probably been there five hours, and I wasn’t bein’ loud on purpose but I ain’t good at bein’ quiet.

Finally he wakes up, and he blinks at me, and holy shit, he just launches himself at me. He does that sweet goofy squeal of his, all, “Sendo-saaaaaan!” and he’s huggin’ and kissin’ me and I’m like...this is my boy, ya know? This is Ippo, he hasn’t changed, this is gonna be fine.

...fuck, man. It was...just...it got hard, okay? 

Because the next morning, maybe two days after that, he gets up, gets his sweats on and all, and I think… okay, maybe he’s going for a run. But then he looks at me, big and bright and smiling. “You’re going to help me get back into the gym, right?”

I got all queasy. Not good. I tried to kind of laugh. “What? Nah. Ippo, ya can’t go back to the gym yet...I can’t give ya a doctor’s note, ya know?”

And he got...really mad. Like, madder than I ever seen him. He starts stormin’ around, even knocks over this stack of magazine. “I thought you wanted to help me!”

I’m all, “‘Course I do. Babe, I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.”

“What are you going to do, then? Just sit inside here and babysit me when my mom’s not around. Is that why she called you?”

I...I fuckin’ blanked out. What was I supposed to say to that? I tried to give him a hug, but he shoved me and stormed off. Down to the beach. And I sat there and stared at him, because he just went down there and sat, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so damn powerless. And I don’t...I’m...I’m not used to feeling like that.

He came back a bit later, and honestly it was worse, because I was watchin’ TV, trying not to think, and he busts in sobbing. And he wraps his arms around me, and he’s cryin,’ and he’s beggin’ me not to leave, that he’s sorry, that he doesn’t know what happened. And I tell him, “I ain’t leavin,’ okay? Don’t cry, Ippo. S’okay. I know it ain’t your fault.”

He takes the meds and goes back to sleep for, like, hours and hours. I just sat there with him. Think I read five books, and I ain’t exactly a readin’ type.

That next week, we did some other stuff, and it was good, ya know? We did couple-y shit. Went out to movies and had some food. We did all this touristy shit that Ippo had never actually done, ‘cause with his ma always workin’ and whatnot, and not havin’ his dad there, all he did was school before boxin.’

We, uh...listen, we’re all adults here, so I think I can tell ya that we tried to be...ya know...intimate, yeah? But the meds...fuck, he got so upset because he couldn’t really...um...we just couldn’t do it like we used to, ya know? And I remember this one night, he looked up at me all pouty - I felt so bad, because I knew he was upset, but he was fuckin’ adorable - and went, “Is it okay? Do you not want to be with me anymore? If I can’t do it with you?”

I gave him the biggest hug, and we just stayed there like that in the futon, with me strokin’ his hair and rubbin’ his back. Kissin’ him. Holdin’ him. Tellin’ him how I didn’t care about that shit, that it was fine, that it would get better and that we could try as much as he wanted, and we’d have all the other stuff, and I think I told him a hundred times that it didn’t matter to me.

Heh...then he really gave me a punch when I told him that his ma would probably be relieved we were keepin’ our hands to ourselves.

So.

They kept changin’ his meds. They’d get him into different therapies, and there were all these pills and brain scans and shit. And they said it was helping, that he was getting better, overall, but that it would still be a long road.

He continued askin,’ every time, to every person who would see him, “Can I box again?”

And they tell him not yet. Every time, and he’s just. A mess. Goes home to the beach and cries and I’d sit by him, and I’d tell him I was there, and he’d just...look at me. And I could tell he wasn’t sayin’ it, except with his eyes, that it wasn’t enough, that there was nothin’ I could do.

There was one pill they gave him that got him real fuzzy, and I...that was the worst, I think. Other than what came later.

He was in this fog, and shaky, and I found him outside staring at the leaves as they were falling. He was trying to catch them. Nothin’ crazy, just...reachin’ out for them, and he’d overshoot, or he’d come up short. And I come out there and I ask him, “Whatcha doin,’ Ippo?”

And he looks at me. Looks at me like he doesn’t quite know it’s me, and I can’t tell ya how I nearly fell over when he said, “Oh, Sendo...I...I thought if I...caught enough, they might tell me I could come back.”

I went out drinking that night. Alone. After he was asleep, and his mom was asleep, I just. Went down to this bar I knew was open and I started drinking. And I started doing that a couple of nights a week. And then it became most nights a week.

He caught me, though. Once. And once was enough, because he thought I was… thought I was seein’ someone, and he was so...him about it. “I get it! We’re young, right? It makes sense! You just do what you need to. I love you, Sendo.”

It hurt so fucking bad, because he kept sayin’ it. Sendo. Sendo. He never called me Takeshi anymore, and it killed me.

“There ain’t nobody else,” I tell him, shaking him a little, because I was still tipsy. “There ain’t never gonna be nobody else but you, hear me?”

He goes, “You don’t have to tell me…”

I yelled at him and said there was nothin’ to tell, and I said I was at the bar, and that...I wonder if that was worse. He got real quiet, and I felt like such a shithead, like I was wasting this one fucking lucid moment. And he said, so damn sad, so defeated. “Because of me.”

I...don’t really remember how the rest of that night went. The conversation kinda died. But I did stop goin’ to the bar mostly. Which was rough at first. I was sick. 

And then there was the night of the storm. I just...I remember everythin’ about that night. It had been cool all day, and we could see the clouds roll in by the evening. His ma made Ippo’s favorites, because whenever he asked for ‘em, she did. He seemed real, real good. We were talkin.’ It was nice. 

We went to bed early. He was tired, and after dinner he had gotten kinda low on mental energy too. We fell asleep together, and after a little bit, the storm hit. Usually I can sleep right through that shit, but that night...I woke up. I’m fucking glad because I always feel like I’m gonna throw up when I think, what if I didn’t?

Ippo was gone. I look all around the house, everywhere. I don’t wake up his ma yet. Don’t wanna panic her.

But I get outside, and I just make him out, since the big light stays on outside. 

He’s on the boat.

He’s standin’ there, swayin.’ Hell, he looks half-asleep himself, and he’s goin’ through all these motions: liftin’ anchor, headin’ to the ropes, and the whole boat is rockin.’ And I call out to him, and he looks up at me.

And I see him fall.

I know...what happened, after that, in a general sense. But at the time, it was like I was seein’ it all from a camera on the back of my head. I ran and jumped over the side, into the water. I feel it pulling me, and I fight it, choking. And somehow, Ippo is floating, and I grab his shirt, and I start swimming. As hard as I can, rain pourin’ down into my eyes with the seawater, and eventually there’s just...it gets more shallow, and I’m crawlin’ on all fours onto the beach. 

The only reason I can see him is because of the lightning. It’s so wild, and real, and he’s blinking up at me, right before I hurl an entire fuckin’ ocean amount of saltwater. And I yell, I’m like, “What were ya thinkin’?! What were ya gonna do, huh? Were ya gonna just go?!”

“I...I don’t know. I don’t…” His face gets all screwed up and he’s crying. “I don’t know...I don’t remember…”

We don’t get up and go until the storm stops, and we track in all this mud and sand. I remember bein’ at such a loss over everything that that makes me feel the guiltiest. That we’re messin’ up his ma’s place.

I get him in the shower...we’re in the shower together...and he says to me, and it ain’t the first time, but it is different, he says, “I really...I really need your help, Takeshi.”

And I hold him so tight, and I tell him I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not now. Not ever. 

...and that was last week, so…

I guess that’s how I’m doing.

---

Six months later:

“How was group?”

He’s waiting outside with a bag of the candy Sendo likes. He smiles his dopey Makunouchi smile, and Sendo kisses him before he answers, “It was all right. How was therapy?”

“It was good. I like this new one. She listens, and she’s given me a few new things to do without messing with my medication. And they said I could start running again, along with the thirty minutes a day.”

“Hey! That’s great, babe.” He picks up his hand and kisses that too. He nuzzles the ring on his finger, rubs his palm. “We can get back into it tomorrow, if ya want?”

He smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. It’s been a while. And I thought maybe we could see if the guys want to do karaoke?”

“Oh god.” Sendo groans, taking one of the candies out. “They’re just gonna wanna do that one obnoxious song over and over…” He eats it, and then fishes out another and feeds it to him. He blushes. God, he’s cute.

“But that’s okay, right?” He rubs up against his side until Sendo puts an arm around him. “You don’t mind?”

Sendo buries his face into the top of his head, nodding, breathing him in. “Nah. Don’t mind at all.”

[kleptobek]

Doin’ touristy stuff… (at Ox Yoke Inn) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVOJXRAp71u/?utm_medium=tumblr

[geekgirlfibers]

Whacha doin'? Touristy stuff.

[christine55416]

Doin' touristy stuff (at Walnut Grove Mercantile) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9FZgW5hEJD/?igshid=jl1y20vpyz2k

[vyxynheartssterek]

Stiles stumbles up the front steps, tripping over the backpack he’s been lethargically dragging behind him. He drags his backpack all the way to the elevator, dragging it into the elevator, and slumping in the corner once he’s pushed the button for floor 8.

His cardigan joins the backpack in the final leg to Stiles’ front door. Stiles tests the door to see if it’s locked and seeing it isn’t, swings it open. Standing before him is Derek, who is nervously wringing his hands, and standing next to two suitcases.

Stiles quirks an eyebrow. “Hey boo, whatcha doin?”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Waiting for you to get home.”

Stiles rolls his eyes in return. “I meant with the suitcases Der. Are you going somewhere?” Stiles jolts in shock. “Oh my god, is that all your stuff? Are you leaving me? I thought we were getting good at this communication thing! Please don’t leave me, Derek, I love you so much and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.” Stiles lets out a sob.

Derek rushes forward, taking Stiles into his arms. “No no baby, I’m not leaving you. I’d never leave you. You’re my everything.” Derek squeezes Stiles tightly and quietly calms him, feeling Stiles relax in his arms. “I’m sorry baby, I’m really no good at surprises.”

Stiles leans back from the embrace and looks at Derek with wide eyes. “A surprise?”

Derek rubs his hands on Stiles' arms. “A surprise. You have the next two weeks off from work. It’s the first time off you’ve had since you’ve been working for the FBI. I thought I’d take us somewhere special.”

Stiles gasps. “We’re going on a vacation?”

“Yes we are.”

“Where are we going boo?”

“Hawaii. The first week is a romantic trip for two. We have a house right on the beach, no one will bother us.”

“Mmmmmm that sounds awesome. And the second week?”

Derek blushes. “Well we haven’t seen your dad for a while, so he’s coming over for the second week, and we’ll do all the touristy stuff.”

“You’re bringing my dad over?”

“I am.”

Stiles squeals and jumps in Derek’s arms. “You have the best boo to ever boo. I love you Derek Samuel Hale.”

Derek kisses Stiles on the nose. “I love you too Mieczyslaw Stilinski. Now go have a shower and get changed. We’ve got a plane to catch!