#either that or they didn't notice a darn thing.

[science-doyourstuff]

I had to do client counseling for a euthanasia today at the vet clinic while extremely delirious with a fever and I am pretty sure I fucked it up

[luveline]

Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steve’s soulmate but maybe she’s not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?

Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things you’ve done

thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve

cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dress 

Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.

He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty —soft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amused— but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin. 

"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly. 

You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before —you have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had. 

"Steve," he corrects. 

"Do I… Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?" 

"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more." 

"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress." 

"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?" 

"It wasn't gross," you say softly. 

"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring." 

You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it." 

"You're too mean to yourself," he says. 

Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble. 

It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches. 

Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again. 

"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches." 

Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency. 

"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?" 

"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake." 

"Did someone say that to you?" 

"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look at…" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say.  

He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week. 

You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists. 

To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does. 

"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?" 

"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers. 

"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock. 

"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask. 

"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?" 

Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.

There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met. 

"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile. 

"We were meant to be together…" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the week since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional." 

"And you as mandatory?"

"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."

You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife. 

"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages." 

He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee.  

—

if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing

[etherealyoungk]

━☆ first kiss with seventeen: hoshi

♡ first kiss with seventeen series ♡ masterlist ♡

pairing: hoshi x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

wordcount: 689

when you were sent on a business trip out of the country for three months because the project required it, hoshi was devastated. he whined and complained and stuck to you like glue that entire week before you left. he was heartbroken truly.

"what do you mean you're going away for three months? WITHOUT ME?", he asks when you tell him the news. "just pack me in your luggage babe, no one will notice", he tells and you chuckle at his proposition. "im serious, i saw this video of someone squeezing themselves in a suitcase and -", "hoshi, i'll be back before you know it", you tell, reassuring him. he's still sad about it. the video calls weren't enough and because of the darn timezone difference, you two struggled to find a time when you both were online. so it was mostly a few calls. no matter how many heart emojis and horanghaes he texted you, it wasn't enough. he needed you here, in his arms. it took him a week to get used to you not sleeping with him in the night :(

but today hoshi was excited, he was too excited. he's been counting down to this day like his life depended on it. you were back, you were finally back and he could finally hold you in his arms again. he woke up waytoo early to get ready and drove to the airport at an ungodly hour just to pick you up - and he was 2 hours early. but he didn't mind as long as it meant he was going to see you again.

when it's finally time for your flight to arrive, hoshi's waiting at the arrivals gate like a puppy waiting for its owner. he's looking and scanning through everyone person walking out, looking for you. when he finally sees you, he bursts out in a smile and waves at you excitedly to get your attention. when you look over at him, you smile as well, walking faster and basically running into hoshi's open arms. gosh. how you had missed his hugs.

"the love of my life is back", he says as he hugs you tighter.

back at your apartment, you take a quick shower, too tired to do anything else and crash in bed. you're wrapped in hoshi's arms as you show him pictures of the food and other things you saw there, ones that you couldn't send him. afterwards he puts the phone to the side and looks at you, pulling you even closer.

"i couldn't sleep without you", he tells. "me too", you reply, playing with his fingers, familiarizing yourself with his touch and hands again. he continues to look at you as you look up at him. "i think i deserve a kiss don't you think?", he adds softly, looking at you and you sit up a bit. "you'll get all the kisses you want", you tell, smiling as you lean in to leave a big kiss on his cheek. he chuckles and meets your eyes again, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"can i kiss you", he asks softly, searching your eyes and you gulp softly, suddenly getting nervous. you've never kissed him - a real kiss. and now, you want nothing more than for him to kiss you.

"y-yeah", you let out and he's slowly leaning in, closing the gap between you both as he presses his lips on yours. it starts off as a sweet kiss, but soon he's moving his lips and kissing you deeper, making you breathless. "god i missed you so much", he whispers against your lips and all you can do is kiss him back in response. and you can't seem to stop either, because you missed him too, missed his touch and presence. he finally pulls away, looking at you adoringly as he watches you try to catch your breath again. "horanghae", he tells, making you burst into a small smile as you roll your eyes, hitting his arm playfully. "i love you too my tiger", you tell and he smiles, happy, leaning in to peck your lips once again before engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug as he mutters that you're never allowed to leave his side ever again.

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[brights-place]

Branch x country rock troll

Branch X Country Rock! S/O

Pairings: Branch X Reader

Warnings: Country Slang, Fluff, Angst, and Mild swearing

A/N: Sorry for the late post I've been kind of busy hon! anyways take the request! <33

- Branch was following poppy to help get the cows that they had lost from pop village and poppy new one perosn Delta Dawn who could help them! - That's when you two first met of course, The country architecture makes use of natural colors with patchwork fabrics, using of a lot of wood and natural structures like cactuses being in common use. Colors tend to be beige, with use of sandy colors like yellow, pale orange and brown as the air smelled like BBQ and an mix of smell of spring, wild flowers, primroses and bluebells, honeysuckle, and blackthorn. - Delta nodded listening to poppy as branch raised an brow when hearing Delta call behind her to an F/C Troll fitting with all the other trolls... Well to poppy (name) did but to branch he couldn't help but purse his lips - As soon as you now stood beside Delta Dawn you chuckled smirking tipping your cowboy hat towards Branch who froze staring at you - "It's darn good ta see some awful new folk!" you said laughing crossing your arms beside Delta who rolled her eyes playfully "Meet my friend (name) queen poppy... They are the best roper in our town" Delta said placing an hand on your shoulder as you chuckled "Done heard y'all fancy pop trolls need some help" poppy squealed as branch eyes you suspiciously

- Branch didn't trust you for a bit but he can't believe eyeing your figure. - You looked like the common Country Troll you had the basic troll body type from the waist upwards, save their choice of attire, with the lower half of their bodies being that of a horse, complete with hooves and tails.  - He noticed you have large front teeth at the front of their upper jaw and either rounded or pointy ears. Your hair was puffy, but does stick up. They tend to have a beigetone coloration. -Your Colors vary per individual and they either wear full-body outfits that cover everything but their head, hooves and tail, though some are seen wearing typical 10 gallon cowboy hats and trucker caps, or just a jacket or shirt around their chest area. Their legs are quite small, and their overall body tends to be the biggest part of their physical build, with a lot of it taken up by their centaur-like part. Their upper area often is comparable to other Trolls despite this, and isn't much different in size at all. Despite the differences, they physically stand about the same height as other Trolls from head to feet, though their overall size is smaller due to how they keep their hair. At first glance, they all appeared friendly but you? He couldn't help but pause - "Ain'tcha pretty as a peach" You said bending down towards him as his eyes wiened gone from his thoughts as he raises an brow as you chuckle lightly - When you three left to help Poppy asked you everything about yourself which you laughed an enjoyed unaware that Branch was noting all the information down... He didn't know why but he just did - But when poppy asked about your genre of country you told her you wrote country rock which branch was invested in asking you about it out of nowhere taking out an note book and pencil from his hair as you explained to him. - "Country rock is a style of music that fuses traditional country music with rock 'n' roll. While country rock bears close resemblance to some folk rock and rockabilly, it is considered a genre unto itself!" you explained with an smile as Branch nodded - After helping them out and he couldn't help but watch you easily lasso all the missing cows back towards the fenced area - He couldn't help but be fascinated about how you appreciate the simpler things in life like natural beauty and spending time with those you cared for.

- Would listen to your Country rock songs and how you were able to mix the two together - You told him how The Country Trolls love Country music, and their life is one big shindig. Although all of you appear friendly at first, these Trolls can be mistrusting towards strangers, especially towards Trolls of other Tribes, and can show aggression like before they made peace - You told him that Country Children might be expected to work from the moment they're born by their parents. The typical Country Troll is simple and laid-back, but can be highly-strung when angered or things go wrong. - He wanted to be one of those people he didn't know why but he needed. - They also have a strong sense of family and community, and value traditional values. - Dating you had given branch and small break of pop trolls as when he goes hanging out with you. - Branch soon started to hangout with you on the country side when he gets to sick of everybody - He likes to sit on this tree beside you as he talks about his interests and plans he had about safety that you listened to as you tuned your guitar

- You two would start visiting each other more then usual some times staying over at eachothers people starting to suspect your dating - Branch learns country slang and had gotten used to your accent was wheezing and laughing when you curse someone out who seemed rude - He fell first and you fell harder for him

- You two would confess to each other when you made an new country rock song - he's been tryiing to confess for awhile but gave up last minute so when he was lucky and relaxed he confessed. He's so romantic and would confess to you with an huge relaxed face as you turn into an flustered mess "Heavens To Betsy! Branch" You said laughing covering your face abit

- You too would officially date after like 5 dates

- when you two are together and your speaking in slanged words in annoyance or arguing with someone. Poppy and the other pop trolls have to turn to eachother then turn to branch who has to explain with an bored expression about teh slang words or go to other country trolls who were chuckling at the scene. - You love eachother so much and when he takes you to meet his family for the first time in ever... it was whoa... so much

- When he introduced you to his brothers your jaw dropped so fast your boyfriend was in the famous boy band but you didnt care and just kissed his cheek - You would call him by weird southern pet names like baby, sweetheart, precious, buttercup, princess, love bug. The list could go on. You loves how flustered he gets whenever you call him any of these names.

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[hotheadedheroprimary]

I had the craziest angst dream last night

It was based on an RP my bestie and I had been working on but, man, my brain knows how to toy with my feelings. Words cannot express how I felt after having this dream, my heart was racing. (Will do this in the form of x reader coz damn)

That day was a tragedy, a devastation to yourself and everyone who knew you. No one could have foreseen such a thing and, yet, a heavy blame was taken upon the two men who had cared for you most. You were all fresh into beginning your careers as heroes, barely a year out of graduation, and it didn't last long for you. Somehow, a group of especially dangerous villains had managed to get the jump on you. They beat you to a pulp and took you into capture, falling out of the radar and becoming completely invisible to anyone who may have had a chance to save you.

You were held in captivity for almost two years. Two years. They tormented and verbally degraded you to no end. To say it was torture was an understatement. You may as well have been crucified and left to hang amongst the vultures awaiting the sweet, bitter end to life. Unfortunately, these monsters were not merciful creatures. At first, they attempted to coax information out of you, seeing if they could unlock all of the inner workings of the pro heroes and utilise this for their nefarious deeds. When it became clear that you weren't so easily broken, they decided that you would make a decent venting dolly. You sought to escape once.

"That was a big mistake... hero."

Due to your weakened state, they quite easily recaptured you and they were not happy. They could have just killed you. Part of you wishes they did. No. Instead, they opted for a more fitting punishment: they took away your quirk. More ridicule and abuse is all that followed, is all you had to keep your wavering sanity occupied.

You felt close to your end.

An eventual rescue tore you away from your imprisonment but at what cost? You couldn't even discern the reality from a nightmare at that point. Your saviours, some heroes on the other side of the country, made sure that you were immediately admitted to a hospital. The physical wounds were in need of major attention but the mental scars ran so much deeper.

It probably would have been easy enough to call all of your friends, to ask for help from a familiar face, but a chain would heavy your hand any time you'd reach for the phone. You couldn't even bring yourself to call your two favourite boys.

With months of gruelling therapy out of the way, you now have a home - a new home - that you can call yours and a typical civilian job to keep the money coming in. You may be somewhat established back into society but you are merely a shell of what once was, a sauntering after image of the person you used to be. It had taken countless sessions just to counter your agoraphobia but a slithery vine is quick to entangle your spine any time you choose to leave your home. The darned thing clenches and digs its thorns in, threatening to jolt your head into a spasm but you always fight the urge.

That day wasn't much different. To begin with, at least.

After your usual mental prepping and throwing your cap on, you take the leap of faith from your doorstep and trudge along for your weekly grocery run. All in all, it seemed it was going to be fairly standard; weave in and out of people, make no eye contact, get the goods, and go home. It wasn't like it was late on your way back either but, with the winter season, that night was soon rolling in. You notice another set of footsteps trailing behind you, which certainly isn't helping. It could just be that pesky paranoia settling in but this person has been hot on your tail for a few minutes now. Still having some streets to go, you curse your blunder in not choosing a location more in-city. In an attempt to get home faster without displaying your fear, you ever so slightly pick up the pace. The individual appears to do the same and you are ready to run. The muscles in your calves tighten in anticipation of a quick escape.

That's when it happened: a chance encounter that reduced you to tears.

"Hey!" an all-too-familiar voice beckons from behind you.

Anxiety prickles your skin for different reasons than before. There's no way it's him. Surely not.

Oh, but it is.

The great hero Dynamight had been making his rounds in the city, keeping an astute eye out for anything amiss but also for you. It may seem outlandish for him to still be looking for you after almost three years but this is Bakugo. He's not one to give up. That's probably why he's grown more calloused in this time. He hasn’t been able to heal. To move on. The night still haunts him though he never lets that show. His cold heart had grown even heavier and colder since that day. He barely says a word - more so than usual. The man eats at himself over the whole situation. What could he have done differently? Is there actually anything he could have actually done? If he can’t even save a comrade, a person he cares so deeply about, is he even worthy of the title of hero? Perhaps that is another driving force to keep searching for you. It may seem crazy but at least he hasn't lost his hope. Not like they did. How could they all just assume you dead like that? How could they give up on a friend? A fellow pro hero? Not him. Not ever and nor Kirishima. That redhead, as much of an idiot as he may be, is the only one who stuck by Bakugo's headstrong tenacity over the years. He shakes the thoughts from his head for about the umpteenth time just that day alone.

It seemed as though it would be another afternoon of quiet. One might say that's a nice change of pace but some individuals like to be kept busy. Bakugo stopped for one of his annoying fans when he caught a flash from the corner of his eye. It almost looked like... no. It couldn't be. Wait... is it? His gaze has never once failed him before. The calls of the young boy were lost to him, his feet moved without his consent. He'd recognise that stupid hat anywhere. It wasn't even a matter of questioning the legitimacy before he was practically tailgating the unsuspecting individual. It didn't take long until it was just the two of them walking along the darkening street. His heart hasn’t beat this hard since that terrible day. He shakes his head, almost grows angry. What if it is you? What will he do? A deep breath. Just keep focusing on the task at hand - one that seems to be slipping from him the longer this cat-and-mouse chase drags out. His tracks aren't exactly subtle given how the freshly falling snow crunches and groans beneath his weight. The speed picks up and he knows he has to say something before his "prey" runs off. He has opened and closed his mouth several times to speak up to her but he backs out every time. Goddamnit Bakugo just say something. He growls to himself and closes his eyes. His fists clench beneath his gauntlets. He can’t believe he is about to do this. He must be crazy.

Finally, somehow managing to find his own voice, he calls out. "Hey!"

He didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to call out that name in case his assumption was wrong. The figure stops and slowly turns around to face him. Bakugo stares a moment longer before slowly walking over to get a closer look. His heart punches against his ribcage when he's no more than a meter in front of that familiar face. There have been some changes, of course, but he would recognise those eyes anywhere - your eyes. He looks back and forth between them before letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head. He closes his eyes and rests a hand on her shoulder, an action that is hesitant but proves the reality of your existence at this moment. All he can do is keep his eyes closed as everything tries to catch up to him. Eventually, he takes in a deep sigh and slowly looks up at you. His expression holds a mixture of sad and relived and some exhaustion like he just got done with a war.

"How long, (Y/n)?"

At first, you haven't a clue what he's talking about until it hits you like a steel pipe to the cheek. You had gotten so caught up in the situation, Katsuki Bakugo slowly trailing towards you with an unease you had never witnessed in him before. Not like this. A million and one thoughts spurry around your head but, at the same time, you are also completely blank. Crimson eyes pierce right into your soul, attempting to coerce your tongue for the words but still nothing. You can't help the nausea in your stomach when it dawns on you just how mad he may get. You already envision the blade of his teeth slicing through you.

"They... I was discharged from a hospital in Hachinohe almost... almost four months ago."

It all comes down on him like a sack of bricks. Understandably, he is pissed - unequivocally burning in damnation of the truth that you are alive and have been roaming the streets for so many months and against his knowledge no less. It doesn't matter if he had been in the middle of a battle; he would have been there for you in a heartbeat. Growing more painful, he rubs at the migraine pounding against his temples. He wipes his forehead as if making up for the fact that there are no tears to dry. He doesn't know how to cry right now. The pressure and strain amidst his palms shake his nerves to no end.

"And you didn't call?!" he screams over his crackling throat. "I would have come for you! We would have come for you!"

How could you call? You were so sure that everyone was better off without you, that you weren't needed in their lives. By the time you had been freed, everyone had become more well-established heroes in society. They don't need you. They moved on. That's how you thought of it, at least. Your attempted explanation of this only angers him further but he breathes past the frustration when he realises how worked up you're getting. What happened to you for you to think such awful things?

"I'm not sure where you got this narrative of not being needed," he sighs and looks away. "Do you have any idea what it has been like without you, dumbass?"

The old nickname slips off his tongue so naturally. He'd always call everyone an idiot, stupid, nerd ironically enough, but dumbass? That was reserved for you and for you only, so for it to be said - to be heard - after two years breaks you.

It had been quite a sight, watching you crumble down to the snow-covered floor. He had knelt down, waiting for you to calm down enough to form coherent sentences again. As cohesive as you could against the waves of rainfall spilling from your face, anyway. When things had eventually calmed, he took you back to your apartment and gave you the chance to speak. You managed to tell him little about what you had been through. Each sentence dwindled beneath the weighing sickness that bubbled in your throat any time you tried to get into detail. One thing really stood out to Bakugo, however. He envisioned the mass murder of those bastards for having done this to you, for rendering you quirkless and making you believe such self-deprecating lies.

That was two days ago. Bakugo insisted on you staying around his just to keep an eye on you. You know better than to refuse his help and it's for his own piece of mind as well as yours. He even took the liberty of calling off work for the rest of the week just to make sure you're okay. He never does that, which is probably why a certain redhead is standing at his door, wide-eyed, gawking at you. Once he had caught wind of Bakugo's absence at the agency, he raced over to make sure everything was okay. He could have never anticipated seeing you. The two of you stare at one another, unable to say anything. You take a stand and open your mouth to say something, anything, but the wind is pushed from your lungs when Kirishima gulps you up into his arms. He cries. God, this man cries and sobs with no yield as he just holds you. Restraints don't appear to exist anymore and you spill again, clutching onto him with unceremonious content. He doesn't ask any questions and just weeps into your shoulder, fearing the worst if he were to let go.

Everyone else had assumed you were dead. Why wouldn't they? After two, almost three, years, why would you believe a person to still be alive? Not them. They kept looking, searching, and scouring every last mineral in this damn country to try and find you. Now they have you back in their lives? They swear by All-Might that you will be waited on, pampered, loved, and cared for until they see the remnants of your old self again. It will take time but they waited this long for you, right?

No time in the world is more worth it.

It's probably worth mentioning that I could very clearly hear the chorus to Childish Gambino's song 'Heartbeat' when Kirishima went in for the hug and now it's stuck in my head.

I should also probably work more on WSA but I think I need to do a few one-shots just to get me back in the groove. I hope you enjoyed and sorry if it feels a bit rushed in some areas :')

Did I proof read it? Unfortunately not.

[withahappyrefrain]

I wish you would write a fic where...Bob leaves Reader flowers at her work but due to a miscommunication, she thinks they are from Hangman or Rooster (much to her disappointment since she only has eyes for a certain WSO). 😘

AHHHHHHH MY HEART!!!!

Bob would be so damn nervous, his hands are visibly shaking when he walks into the training room, whispering to Phoenix that he finally did it.

"Are you serious?" Natasha asks, eyes wide because Bob has chickened out on this like three previous times.

And Mickey, who was only trying to help, tells you that they're from "someone you know but wouldn't expect." Because in his defense, most wouldn't expect Bob to be the type to leave someone flowers at their work place.

And in most cases, Mickey would be right!

But for you, it's obvious Bob likes you. He has no business to stop by your office EVERY DAY, especially as it's on the opposite side of the base. Also no reason to bring you coffee either. Every day.

So if it's not someone you'd expect, it had to be Hangman, right? Because he doesn't strike anyone as the "romantic" type (more like the use em and lose em type). So when Bob brings it up, you try to shrug it off, to let him know it means nothing.

"It was just an ordinary day yesterday. Besides this weird thing that happened this morning. Like, it was nice in theory but in reality was just like, odd. Someone left me flowers on my desk, I gave them to my coworker."

Bob would be so heartbroken!!! He can't bring himself to bring you coffee (the first day, Mickey agrees to drop off the coffee to you, the 2nd day he cuts off Bob). So he just stops coming by.

And you notice immediately!! You miss your bespectacled WSO who always remembered you prefer oatmilk and asks how you're doing in your latest playthrough of Stardew Valley!

It's those darn flowers! He thinks you like someone else, which couldn't be the furthest from the truth!

So the next time you hear someone talk about dropping off some papers over by where the aviators debrief, you jump at the chance. Do you go through some doors you weren't supposed to? Maybe. What Uncle Sam won't know can't hurt him.

You run into Bob while he's still in his flight suit, the smell of gasoline and sage driving you wild.

"I....hadn't seen you. Wanted to make sure you were okay," you tell him, nervously wringing your hands.

"Oh, I figured you....would prefer that after what happened," he says softly, wishing a black hole would swallow him.

"Are you talking about the flowers? Bobby, I told you they didn't mean anything!"

"And that's exactly the problem! If it doesn't mean anything, what's the point? Why torture myself knowing you don't feel the same way?"

And that's when your eyes go bug-wide as you softly ask Bob to explain what the fuck he's talking about.

[docholligay]

I know GoT only by reputation, and what little I've seen of it on tumblr, but... sometimes, I feel like fantasy, as a genre, has been absolutely ruined by the success of GoT. Everything these days seems to be about making settings and characters as nasty, brutish, and dirty as possible. It's incredibly tiring, and really frustrating, to the point of feeling like these sorts of tropes are being repeated for their own sake rather than because they actually do anything for the story or characters.

(Also, being the sort of person who easily becomes queasy at the sight or thought of blood, and has issues with everything being so darned loud, this tends to be a particular pet peeve in television, but even books aren't completely immune to this effect either, which makes it doubly frustrating.)

I mean this in the nicest possible way, please imagine me saying this with a big smile on my face and laughing as I take a swig from my beer, but you and I are SO diametrically opposed on this!

I mean, anything can be written BADLY, of course, but I fell out of reading fantasy as i got older not because it all became A Song of Ice and Fire but because it all seemed to be "a brave young woman!! IS the chosen one!! And she will prevail over SUPER DARKNESS. And only the parental figure will die, to motivate her, and everyone's intentions and clear and good, and also there are dragons I guess." There's so much narrative safety. There's so many last-minute asspulls to save someone. I would LOVE some well written political machination but there are dragons though. That's why I liked Locke Lamora!

I think we have a tendency to notice the things we hate. So for me, Fantasty now is fucking lousy with ~queer retellings~ that are all very life affirming and nice and all that but all the eating each other out in the world isn't going to get me over the hump of wishing there were actual, painful consequences for being an idiot, or even just unlucky.

Part of why people named Doc, who are me, really like Song of ice and Fire (please note I actually DON'T like Game of Thrones) is that anyone COULD die. The books would not CHEAT TO HELP THE GOOD GUY WIN. And for me, that was everything. As a young teen who had read so so so much fantasy but was starting to feel really resentful of the way it never seemed to mirror the moments of difficulty and pain in life, it meant so much (I think the show edged too hard toward Cheating To Help The bad Guy Win, but that's another matter)

But obviously you and I are totally different people. You admit to being squeamish, so of course you don't care for things that involve violence. I, on the other hand, am an excellent person to have in any given bloody crisis, as I have Done Time in Ag. I am, to give a real life example, the person you calmly call into the kitchen to help when you've nearly taken your finger off with a meat slicer. I have a smile and a "We can handle this!" to give. I, on the third hand, have had life experiences that make, "the magical salvation of being nice and believing really hard" feel like an actual-ass insult. I never met a war that didn't take its chunk, and you don't get to pick where they come from.

These are just differences of personality. Fucking magical princess witches in the forest running from the bad guys but overcoming it all with sass and gay love because we're twelve I guess exists for you, and grimdark machinations toward a lead crown of thorns where evil brings profit and virtue none at all because fuck happiness everyone should be a German concrete salesman is for me. I think there's probably more of what both of us like than either of us are actually admitting.

However, everything is too loud for me all the time also, I really recommend eargasm earplugs, which come with a very small container and are nearly invisible and discreet when in. They block some of the sound but not all of it. Many people in my life casually don't even know I have them or sometimes put them in for louder places.

[gildead]

@spootheads asked:

Ah... don't think you slipped away completely unnoticed, Gold. Being... more or less the "VIP" of this gathering in a way, a negative disguised as something positive... there was little doubt in either beavers' minds that the poor kid was in agony. Whether he happened to show it... or not. Daggett was the first one to notice the very beginning of the child's somber departure, and, with a quick elbow to Norb's side and a wordless, downlow gesture, both of them would watch as Gold disappeared into their downstairs bathroom. Soup did not matter anymore, not in this moment... and, once Norbert had placed his bowl down onto the table for now, both beavers would mosey their way over towards the bathroom. "Um... hey, Gold? Are you alright?" Norbert's voice would arise, the eldest leaning slightly to better hear the response... if there would be one. Privacy may have been craved in this time. That did pass their minds... but who could ignore this completely? Who had the heart to simply leave it be? If he wanted privacy, gosh darn it, they wanted to hear it for themselves. They hadn't entered just yet, of course, but Dag's little sniffs and snuffs could also be heard as he'd also leaned in, a bit further than Norb had. What else could be heard? Tiny cries. Concerned glances exchanged, the door would be gently pressed open all the way. "G-Gold? Oo, wh-wh-what's the matter?" Daggett gripped at his maw in worry as he spoke, as Norb slowly closed the door behind them. Once it was... he would once again join his younger brother's side."Yeah, c'mon, you can tell us anything. What's on your mind, kiddo, hmm?"

They found him.

Of course they found him. Why wouldn't they find him? Even if he tried to be discreet in his slipping away, somebody was bound to notice. It just happened to be his hosts this time.

By the time the beavers allowed themselves in, Gold's managed to peel himself away from the sink. He sits on the ground in front of it, his sleeves wrapped around himself as he rocks back and forth in a vain attempt to self-soothe. He lifts his head up to stare at Norbert and Daggett with dark, hollow sockets, tears streaking down his face as he struggled to speak.

"I..." How does he even open? The beaver brothers weren't at the facility. They might've had an idea of how bad things were, but not the full scope. "I don't like scaring people."

He pauses to swallow. It hurts to even speak, but he doesn't know how else he's going to explain what's happening. "I know I look terrifying. I know how badly I upset people when they see me." He wipes at his sockets with his sleeve, but it only manages to smear the black, tar-like tears onto his hoodie. "I try so, so, so hard to look approachable. I can't--"

He starts sobbing again and rocks even harder. Sorry, guys, he's really trying to hold it together. It's just that when somebody ties you down, harvests your parts from you, and regards you as little more than a piece of meat to carve up, you start to feel like a piece of meat to carve up. He can't even fully enjoy his freedom; the constant horrified looks from everyone else only serve as a reminder of how Wesker violated his basic humanity. No matter how reassuring people could be, Gold still didn't feel safe.

"I can't even do that anymore! I look like a freak! I feel like a freak!" His sleeves fly to his head as they try to grasp for hair that doesn't exist anymore. He shudders and immediately grabs for his hood, pulling it over his head to hide it. The gesture seems to calm him down for the time being as he returns to address the beavers.

"I-I'm sorry, guys," he said, trying to calm down, "I... I don't mean to throw all this at you--"

[lavander-gooms]

Fellas, I think I finally got (noir) Peter Parker's age.

Alright, I know what you may be thinking, that you've read posts like this before that basically end with "erm they say he's a kid so I uhh guess he's 19" (we've all thought this ngl).

Let us begin, shall we?

This mostly began because I hated Felicia and Peter together.

I love Peter's noir comics so much, everything Peter goes through is such awesome writing and symbolism (Peter swearing to take power away from people who abuse it and then ends up abusing his own power ahgdgsgdgag) but Felicia' and Peter's "love story" weirdo lust pedo sub plot gave me the major ick.

Tbh I got tired of people defending this ship because they "didn't know Peter's age". I really wanted to prove them wrong. So I am.

And I just want to know.

Let's boogy.

Peter is referred to as a kid numerous times.

Above are most of the times Peter is called/referred to as a kid in the first comic run (which was only three issues).

I couldn't fit all of them, gosh darn Tumblr.

Anyways, it's clear that Peter appears as a child to all of the character, due to all of them referring to his as a kid. Every character he interacts with as Peter Parker calls him "kid" or "son" or "boy" (etc.). He obviously appears as/is a kid, or they wouldn't have made it a point to keep saying this.

Okay, so this means Peter's a kid. We can eliminate all ages over 21 and under 12. You were considered an adult at age 21 (age of consent was 18- https://worldhistorycommons.org/age-consent-laws -). And I think we can all agree that Peter isn't 12.

My next idea was to turn to the original age of when most Peter Parkers were bit. The problem is, it's all at scattered ages. The most common one I found was he was bit at 15.

But is noir Peter Parker really 15? No. Bear with me.

I came to this conclusion and sank to the ground and cried out in agony. Truly noir Peter Parker's age was a mystery, I thought. So I gave up.

But I was rereading the comic, and noticed a tiny tiny detail I overlooked upon my past rereads.

Here is the comic panel where the Goblin dies via spidery-Kraven, and Peter just watches. While Peter is watching, he thinks back to the time Uncle Ben snuck him in to see Frankenstein.

Okay, there are two versions of Frankenstein Peter could be talking about here.

The first Frankenstein that ever came out was the 16 minute long version on March 18th, 1910. Now, that's way further back than I think Ben would've taken Peter to go see it, as AT MOST (if he's 21) Peter was born in 1912. It is possible Ben took Peter to see a rerun of the 1910 version, but reruns were incredibly rare and the 1910 version of Frankenstein was deemed to be lost until the 1950s (I don't know WHEN it was lost). If Peter was taken to see the 1910s version as a child it could have given him nightmares. But I really doubt this is the Frankenstein movie Peter was referencing.

The second movie is the one I believe to be the movie Peter saw with Ben. This Frankenstein came out on November 21st, 1931. It fits much more with the time line, and fits the whole "couple years back" things (a couple means two to you guys too, right??).

Okay, so we know the date of the movie that Ben snuck Peter into. But, there is one very important word in that sentence. Snuck.

Either, a- Peter wasn't old enough to see the movie,

Or b- Aunt May didn't want him to see the movie.

The 1931 Frankenstein revolutionized the horror movie genre, and brought with it an outrage from the church and adults. It was censored mercilessly, and brought around the "H" rating that deemed anyone under the age of 16 was too young to see. But this came as a result of Frankenstein, in 1932ish in Britian and 1934ish in America. So when did Peter see the movie?

This is where my argument gets flimsy.

We can assume he saw the uncensored version as it gave him nightmares, so I speculatate he saw it around the same time as it's release date.

Peter was under 16 when he saw the Frankenstein movie, due to Ben having to sneak him into the movie.

OR

Peter was freshly 16 and begged Uncle Ben to let him see the movie, he's old enough isn't he? And Ben can't say no to his nephew so they sneak around Aunt May to go and see it together.

Either of these two are plausible, but I'm going to go with the second.

Mostly all the Peter Parkers were born around August/October, so we'll keep that.

On November 21st, 1931 (or whenever he saw the movie) Peter Parker is 16 years old.

Which, one year later, makes him 17. And as the comics take place January 1933, we can make the safe assumption that Peter is 17. Which means in September, he's 18/about to turn 18.

Whew. I think I got it. If you have any other stuff please give it to me 🙏

Felicia and Peter relationship study coming soon.

[cloud-somersault]

Hey, how are you doing? I hope you’re alright. 💕 I’ve been reading your status updates on Constellations and the Epilogue, and I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re amazing. Your writing is incredible and I love it. Your stories are so well thought out and the characters are ✨on point✨, and the plot is complex and detailed and aaahhh! It has me hooked! 🤩

And I understand how it hurts when you put so much effort and love into a story, only to post it and not see others be anywhere near as excited or invested as you are. I know how discouraging it can be. And it may be a little silly, but I do want to apologize for not commenting lately—life took some difficult turns for me healthwise around the end of last year and I haven’t been able to catch up! I’m still on Chapter 4 of Constellations! 😭 BUT Chapter 5 is open on my phone, and I am READY to read it as soon as I have the time (and mental energy, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue 😩). Don’t worry that your writing isn’t enough, or be discouraged if some readers don’t catch hints while others are figuring it all out seemingly too easily. Everybody reads and comprehends stuff differently, and it’s not a sign that your writing is bad if they don’t catch it! Honestly, I’m pretty bad at catching hints the first time I read a story unless they’re pretty darn obvious. I don’t usually notice subtle hints until the second, or third, or even seventh read-through, haha! (on the bright side, rereading stories and rewatching TV shows is always fun!) 😅

I guess what I really wanted to say is… don’t give up hope. Don’t lose your love and enthusiasm for your works, or feel like they aren’t worth writing because others don’t seem interested in them. At the heart of it all… at the end of the day… write because you love to. Because it makes you happy. And know that it doesn’t have to be “perfect”—the main goal should be that you enjoy it. That’s something I’m trying to teach myself, too. 💕

Thank you for taking the time to write this message and send it. I appreciate you're very kind words 💕I'm doing okay, I just had to take a step back for a bit from socials and stuff. I'm gonna keep that up for a while.

Please don't apologize for not commenting or taking your time reading. Your health always comes first, and I'm sorry if I came off as childish or needy, that wasn't my intention. Two things just happened that set me off and the timing of it was incredibly poor 😓

Please take your time reading; none of it is going anywhere, and don't feel obligated to leave comments either. i'm realizing that, even if chapters are short or long, finding the time to finish things is difficult, and everyone lives different lives. And I'm sorry about all the spoilers on this blog, I'll tag that better from now on.

But I really do think I got confused or disjointed in my perceptions; everyone here knows so much because i've been asked questions and given answers and people have interacted, so people following me here have more context than the average ao3 user. But I've kinda been expecting everyone to be on the same page, which will never be true.

I'm also the same way where it takes me a while to pick up on hints. I actually changed my writing style to prevent this. I got tired of reading books in college where you had to dive into every little thing. the hints and clues weren't obvious to me. I decided then that, when I wrote, I wanted things to be bold, obvious, but beautiful. I didn't want to make readers feel like they're missing something. I wanted them to trust that every answer, every clue would be answered in time. I made that promise to myself a decade ago, and being reminded of how different people interpret things just...made me remember.

I take writing really seriously, probably too seriously, but I've been doing it for so long and I love doing it. I want to be good at it. When it feels like I've gone back on that promise to myself, I get frustrated. I think of ways I could've fixed things. But I also remember that those books and those writing styles just weren't for me. I wasn't the target audience.

Sorry to go off on a tangent, but I wanted to explain why I got upset. I still love Constellations and I'm posting it on ao3 out of convenience, really. It's easier to reference and search there in one "Entire Work" than to have 5 documents open. The fact that others can see and read and have fun is a bonus. But I'm committed to telling this story, and I'm gonna finish with a bang.

Thank you, I won't forget why I'm doing this and that my thoughts/feelings come first! 😤I hope your health concerns are taken care of soon. Take it easy, and thanks again! 💕

[ladythot]

Request for Gyutaro - if you are comfortable writing it, how about some guilty wank? Like, he's interacted with you before, and you're so damn sweet and friendly (even though you know he's not human!) to him that he can't help but want you... but you don't know everything he's done, and if he makes his feelings known you will find out and hate him, and he can't have that. Oh he wants you though, and he can't deny himself fully, so instead he settles for fucking his hand and thinking about how you would feel instead.

Ohhh I love me some guilty wank!! Sorry I took awhile wahhh EXAMS JUST STARTED DARN IT I CANT SIMP

Warnings: Masturbation, a few cursing, 18+

A guilty wank you say? Scratch that he'd probably see himself as a guilty guy through you if he ever imagined YOU jerking off of him. Well, he probably doesn't have a chance with a human girl he thinks himself anyway, but looking at you he may or may not have a teeny hope inside.

Sure he can dream himself since you seemed like an easy prey to pry a tongue on but, gyu doesn't think it's worth having his name wiped out of the upper moon rank and he doesn't wanna slaughter you either.

He has a couple of options, though. It's a bite in the ass since he thinks perhaps it's worth taking a long shot with a girl like you and surely muz would probably let him off the hook after he dumps your body but that'd be no fun after fucking you for fun and all or, he'll take a bullet for once but he doesn't wanna do anything like that for a mere human who's just being awfully polite to him. He thinks it's surreal—yet natural for you to be nice to a demon like him as someone who retains an overly warm personality.

But that's not all he's seen, maybe you're just the type to see distinction as nothing at all, or maybe you're just trying to shake things off so you could be another people pleaser? Gyu shakes his head everytime he thinks about you. Trying to get himself not to get too attached to humans, tsktsk not that he sometimes finds himself erected. He already finds himself attached to you though he doesn't mind it, he doesn't think much as long as he's not having an official affair with a human. Right?

All he could do now is think, think. He couldn't imagine a future without someone greeting him at every corner he sits by. He knows the risk of having to spill his feelings all over you, so he doesn't take the shot for it, but he could play a coast of imagination on what he could do with someone he actually loved.

So much stress, so stuffed up with thoughts, and so much envy to all the people who get to touch the slightest coat of your skin.

He couldn't imagine what your skin would feel like compared to all the dirty humans he's laid a single finger on. It's probably ecstasy for him he thought, he could surely say that himself after he saw you once took a bath at the brothel and he couldn't help but just..watch every single drop trail a silky road down the wanders of your skin, every curve the drops trailed by were followed by attentive eyes, it's almost like he's being bewitched.

He felt something hard bumping the front of his sagged up pants, it's growing bigger the second you rubbed your skin and hummed a tune he could hear from afar. Gyu closed his eyes listening to the soothing hums, gripping his cock that ached more and more for you to just hum around the sides of it instead, he breathes, so shakily, just the picture of your soft lips on his cock ushers him to beat his cock faster until it makes a slapping sound.

The veins on his cock throbbed painfully, he could feel every last one get squashed up and down under his huge hands until precum starts leaking out his tip. After a few beatings to his swollen cock he notices the humming stopped, and there you were bare backed walking out of the hot spring. He could see all the well details from afar, he couldn't help but stare, not beating his balls anymore, but didn't notice he'd cummed all over the ground and his sagged pants.

Still hard and solid, as cum dripped his cock, he watched as you wiped the short cloth all over your wet skin. He's drooling, one hand at cock slowly stroking the base. Gyu couldn't help but pinch a drop of cum every slow stroke he gives himself, as he shakes and watches you get dressed, soon leaving the hotspring.

"Fuck that was good." Gyu looked at his coated hand, thinking you'll probably make him cum ten fold if this is what he sees on his hand.

[akuaya-stories-tl]

[SSR][Eric] Birthday Flower Patriot

Kid Eric: Father and Mother didn't come home today either... Even though it's my birthday...

Chapter 1: Aims For The Star

No, I'm sure they must be busy. I can't be selfish, I'll be a burden to other people.

Let's just look at the stars. I can forget all the bad things when I look at them...

Eric's grandfather: It's you, Eric. What are you doing in a place like this?

Kid Eric: G-Grandfather...!

Eric's grandfather: I see, tonight is full of stars. Do you like them?

Kid Eric: ... I do.

Eric's grandfather: Is that so. Eric, look up to the sky.

You'd see that there's a particularly bright star shining in the distance. That star always pointed to the north.

Whenever you're lost, aim and head straight towards that star.

One who could read the stars, could lead a march without losing sight of their destination— Oho, my grandson has quite an eye for things.

Kid Eric: Me...? Really?

Eric's grandfather: Indeed. I'm not good at flattery, so what I said isn't a lie.

That reminds me, wasn't today your birthday? I'll give you these binoculars as a gift.

But don't stay up late at night. Be careful not to forget yourself while admiring the stars or you might catch a cold.

Kid Eric: Y-Yes...! Thank you!

Eric: Grandfather... The binoculars you gifted still helps me in present days.

Claude: Eric, any sight of the enemies?

Oscar: Let us know if you find any Devils, we're ready to go.

Eric: Please wait.

— Ah!

I saw them! At 3 o'clock!

Claude: We'll quell the enemies before they notice in one go.

All personnel, charge!!

Soldier: Captain, we've successfully quelled the enemy camp. Reporting in that there are multiple wounded personnel, but no fatal casualties.

[after a while]

Claude: Understood. Please summon the medics to proceed treatment for the wounded.

Soldier: Roger.

Devil: Gurgh... Darn Aquilegia hounds...!

[breaks free from his restrain]

I'll take you down with me at least...!

Eric: Captain, watch out!!

Claude: ...!

[sounds of gunshot echoing]

Devil: [attacked by Oscar's sword]

Chapter 2: Aims For The Star

Gaaaaaah!!

Oscar: You shitty Devil bastard! Are you alright, Claude!?

Claude: Yes, I'm fine. Eric protected me in time.

Thank you, Eric. I owe you one.

Eric: No, I only did what I must.

Oscar: — Hm? Eric, your binoculars are...

Eric: Huh?... Ah.

Oscar: Did it get hit by the bullet? Not only the tube shell, but the lenses are broken too...

Wasn't this thing given to you by your grandpa?

Claude: I see... I'm sorry, Eric. I broke a cherished item of yours.

Didn't you bring it for our enemy hunt? I'll pay for the repair expense.

Eric: ... I appreciate the offer. But that isn't necessary.

I heard this from my grandfather, that these broken lenses were ordered from a one of a kind glass artisan...

And, I've heard that this artisan has already passed away.

So I thought that I have no choice but to discard it if it's broken... I have thought of it for the longest time.

Claude & Oscar: ...

Eric: It's alright. I'm sure this binoculars is also satisfied going out in pieces in order to protect you, Captain.

... I'm sorry, but I'd like to rest for a while. Excuse me now.

[leaves]

Claude: ... This is a problem.

Oscar: It's obvious he's not taking it well. It's not like he can get it fixed though, so it's understandable why he can't help it...

Eric: It's so late already, the Charette territory sure is far away as ever...

Claude: Indeed... I'll look for a way to solve this.

I got my hopes up since I was summoned by the Commissioner, but... he was just requesting for the reports.

So he still doesn't notice it's my birthday today...

... This is normal. I shouldn't mind it that much.

Hm?

[footsteps approaching]

Claude: Ah, you're finally back, Eric.

Oscar: Huff, we made it in time.

Eric: Huh...? Why are you two out at this hour?

Oscar: We were waiting for you.

Come on, growing boy. It's time for a special mission.

Eric: Special mission? What? Hold on a sec, Sir Oscar!

Claude: The suit's size fits you perfectly just as I estimated.

Chapter 3: Heads For The Star

You look rather imposing in it, Eric.

Eric: T-Thank you for the compliment.

So what's the special mission? Since I need this high-class suit... Is it an infiltration investigation?

Oscar: Haha! You still haven't noticed?

Claude: That suit is a present from me, Eric. Isn't today your birthday?

Eric: Huh!?

Wait, so by special mission, you're referring to my birthday gifts!? ... Then you should tell me so from the start.

Oscar: Nah, don't sweat the little details. Here, this is my gift.

Eric: T-This is... the rifle maintenance tools set that is said to be so difficult to get their hands on because of their flooding orders!?

T-Thank you so much...!!

Claude: Eric, we still have another gift for you. Would you accept it?

Eric: Is this... a binoculars?

Claude: Almost, but not quite. Take a look inside, Eric.

Eric: ...? Alright...

...! This isn't a binoculars... but a kaleidoscope?

Claude: We have it made using the lenses from your binoculars. Oscar and I picked up the shards together.

Oscar: The tube shell for the kaleidoscope is also made using parts from your old binoculars.

Eric: It's from that binoculars...

They're right... The glasses inside are sparkling...

As if... It's swirling with stars...

Eric's grandfather: Whenever you're lost, aim and head straight towards that star.

Eric: Stars...

Claude: I'm sorry it's a children's toy. We actually want to fix the binoculars.

Eric: Not at all! Um, I'm incredibly happy...!

It's true that this isn't a binoculars anymore...

But this kaleidoscope... it helps me to see those same stars from before.

Claude: Stars?

Eric: That's why for me, this is still the same. Thank you for fixing it.

Claude: ? I don't really understand but... I guess we managed to comfort you for a bit.

We're also glad if that's the case. Happy birthday, Eric.

Oscar: Congrats. We gotta bring out a celebration liquor then.

Eric: That's just Sir Oscar wanting to drink.

Still, I'm happy. Thank you for both of you.

[Fin]

[dragondemoness]

Hey there. I was reading the one where you wrote about Toko Fukawa breaking up with her s/o. And I was wondering if you could do that scenario but with Chiaki Nanami?

The one where she got dumped? Dammit, why'd it have to be gamer girl 😭😭😭

Ah well, this is what I do. This one was fairly short

Fandom: Danganronpa Goodbye Despair

Type: Angst

Chiaki Nanami Getting Dumped by her S/O

Things were fine at first.

Chiaki may have been a sleepy gamer girl, but she was your sleepy gamer girl.

Your relationship was fairly chill. You never really went all out for dates and whatnot. You mainly just picked up food from somewhere before going home to play video games and watch TV together. It was Chiaki's perfect date, so you went with it.

But after some time, you felt that your relationship was rather lackluster. It seemed that Chiaki preferred to play video games instead of spend time with you. She even fell asleep during your conversations when she could have cuddled up to you in bed the night before.

Instead, she was staring at the TV in the living room, playing her games.

You were starting to feel frustrated, but you weren't sure how to handle it. Chiaki probably wouldn't even listen if you tried to talk to her, and at this point, all you wanted was a girlfriend who actually gave you the time of day. You knew she was the Ultimate Gamer, but this was getting ridiculous.

Soon, you came to a decision. It wasn't an easy one, but you weren't sure what else to do.

So, one night, you called Chiaki to your house to talk. Even then, she was hyper-focused on her game.

"Hey, Chiaki. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Mhm?" She hummed in question, waiting for you to continue while staring down at her console. You felt your blood boil.

"Okay, well… I was thinking that we should--"

You heard a "you died" jingle from the console.

"Oh, darn. I lost again. Sorry, what were you saying?"

Alright, that's it.

You clenched your fist before taking her game console from her hand and throwing it next to her on the bed.

"This! This is the fucking problem! You're so caught up in your stupid little games that you've been neglecting me and our relationship!"

She blinked at you, shocked at your sudden outburst.

"Wait… I have?"

You rolled your eyes in anger. "I'm not surprised you didn't notice. You live and breathe video games. It's not like there's a world around you or anything like that. Definitely not any friends or a partner who loves you. The one you leave alone in bed after saying 'five more minutes' for the 10th time. The one who actually tries in this relationship."

She gave you a guilty look as you continued. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to neglect you. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because anytime I tried, your eyes were glued to a screen, and I knew you wouldn't listen to me if I tried. Even our dates are half-assed."

"I just prefer simpler things, but we can go out tonight if you want. I won't bring my switch with me, either."

You scoffed at her. "Forget it. Video games are clearly your only source of happiness. Well, who am I to stand in the way? Stay up however late you want with your eyes glued to that goddamn screen. It's not my problem anymore."

With that, you stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door after exiting the house.

Chiaki could only stare after you in silent shock and sorrow. Her handheld console was long forgotten as she curled up into a ball and buried her face into her knees as the tears began to fall.

[blakeivy80]

Take the chance - a short Pablo Schreiber fanfic

4 877 / 5 000

It’s 8.00 am, her phone rings. But who could it be at this time? Unknown number…. huuuum no! If it’s important, they’ll leave a message! She has a slight hangover from the day before. Damn what happened ? And why did she drink?? while she usually avoids it, she can't handle alcohol and quickly ends up “dumpy”. This is what happens when you get sucked into an impromptu party with your best friend, with lots of people you don't know, in a place you don't know, drinking things you don't know either obviously.

Oh, yes, she recalls something….there was a man….tall…..um and pretty handsome according to her vague memories. But then, who was it?? and above all, what happened?? Come on, it's time to get up! No message on the machine, so it wasn't so important.

A good shower will put her thoughts back in place! She must have been pretty drunk to have gone to bed in her t-shirt from the day before, she apparently just took the time to take off her jeans, which were…..folded on the chair in front of her bed?? and her shoes, placed well next to them? ok, so she took the time to do that, while drunk? Strange, very strange...

She notices a foreign smell on her t-shirt, a perfume, quite pleasant otherwise. He should be pretty darn close!! she said to herself, so that her t-shirt was soaked with his perfume!! Well, we'll take the time to analyze all that later, and Tina will probably be able to tell us a little more, but first, the shower!

Once done, she feels so much better, and a nice little tea should help her put the pieces back together little by little. That’s when the phone rings again, this time for a video call ! But what is this ?? who would try to call her on Facetime at that time? with an unknown number... she still doesn't pick up, with nothing other than her towel around her, that wouldn't be very appropriate. A message pops on her phone “Hi! Not up yet? “ But who the hell is it…..? She clicks on the message. Damn, whoever it is, they'll see that I read it! And it calls again. Damn but damn! Oops, no, the phone slips through her fingers, wrong move and now the screen lights up. ohhh shit shit, right on her neckline, luckily the towel didn't fall!

“Well what a welcome!” said a man’s voice, laughing. “uhhhh, hi!” she said, raising the phone to reveal its screen:

- Oh damn!! She suddenly feels herself blushing. Holly shit, but he is downright handsome!! “Hi” he replies with a beautiful smile and the sun in his beautiful green eyes….mymy, she was suddenly very hot. “always up for a walk in nature?”

“uhh….yeah….”. But what is he talking about?? Her ? go wandering in nature? Well, he must have really had an effect on her, and she must have been very drunk to accept! The only thing she masters is the treadmill at the gym! He laughs,

“I've the feeling you don’t have much memory of yesterday evening, am I wrong?” - She looks away, takes a deep breath….

”um, indeed” she replies, scratching her head, “if you could refresh my memory”.

“Look, it's no biggy ! I can be at your place in 20 minutes, we’ll have a good coffee or tea for you, and I’ll tell you all about it!”

“Because you know where I live??” - “How do you think you got home last night? you were too drunk, I wasn’t gonna let you take your car.” Oh….. “I drove you back, carried you to your bed and..”

“uh…how did I end up without my jeans?”

“I’m the one who took it off you, but don’t worry, I didn’t watch it, it was just to make you feel better” - ouch…. “NOTHING happened, don’t panic!!” - ouch again…”Come on, I’ll let you get dressed, even if I honestly don’t mind the shower towel look,” he said, laughing, “and I’ll be there in 20 minutes, ok?”

She hesitates for a moment, ok, he was stunningly handsome, very gentlemanly and also considerate a priori, but... what if he was...

“I'm not a psychopath, in case you're wondering” he said- he laughs, so ok, plus he reads her mind … “But…last night…. listen, I rarely feel comfortable with people I don't know, but you, it was so easy, I had the impression that we had some kind of connexion, and that doesn't happen often to me, so, ….well I would have liked to get to know you better… without the alcohol”, he finishes with a sweet smile. - She wasn't used to this kind of thing either, but... there, something told her that she had to get out of her comfort zone, and take the chance and accept! Which she did.

For the rest, I leave it to your imagination...

[kisekisreblogspage]

Rainbow friends Head cannons! 2/3 (for now)

I don't have yellow letters so, im sorry Yellow, you shall be white (Someone once tried to help me but it apears that there is no yellow in the phone vercion for some reason)Ok now, lets go

Yellow (imagine that these letters are yellow)

Ok Yellow is actually very introverted, but unlike Purple, they try to socialize, they are like Hitori Bochi, wanting to have 100 friends, but he fails, Blue is the most social of all of them, he is allways listening and trying to help the poor boi.

Ok Yellow is defenetly a pre-teen YOU CAN'T PROVE ME OTHERWISE! Is yunger than Purple, like, the frist born was Red, then a year latter goes Blue, after another year later comes Green, then few years after comes Orange then monts later purples arrives, a year later yellow borns and lastly Cyan with a few monts of diference (this is how a see them all, they are not friends for me, they are a FAMILLY yay!)

So believing that yellow is a pre-teen, and that Purple is like, a late teen is like neat, you know? Believing that purple has some maternal instinct somewere in the weird a head that Purple has is like, having them interacting is like:

"So this was my favorite song when i was your age! It talks abaut this girl that went to a club and the bouncer didn't let her in because she fat and then she figth the bouncer and then she entered the club through the ladys room! And this one song is perfect, it talks abaut this dude who is a freak and-" *keeps ranting*

And Yellow is looking at them like it is the most bizarre thing they have seen

And now, like i like to think that Yellow has allways had problems with his identity and now it has some disphoria abaut beeing a boy, sometimes he is ok with it and sometimes hes not so, now he is trying to fidn out who he is, but tell no one, only he knows, and nobody else. Unless, you became friends with him

Now, you just don't became friends with him as easly as the others (with the others i am talking abaut Blue, Orange, Cyan and Green, for me those are the easiest), no, he is dificult, like Red and Purple, you don't chose him to be your friend, he just choses you! But there is a big diference between 'friend' and 'someone that is nice to me' for Yellow, you see you need to look up for

The signs

Yellow follows you from behind (yea he just got a lil' creepy but this is just to check on what do you like)

He trys to mimic you (this is very good psicological advice from Green but you know, it is quind of creppy that he can also mimic your voice and accent if you have one)

He trys to get close to you, little by little, when you are having a conversation with someone and then he looks at you and goes like "..h-hi...🤚"

He trys to walk like you do, even if its unconforfable for him, you will find him walking like he were a tall person (if you are tall) or walk like a robot with fancy Pink-long-leg boots (if you are mettanton)

Yellow will try to make small talks with you and trick or make you look at his nest "look! Thats my nest.... i-it looks like that because its... old... but i-i have more! W-wanna see them? They are not that diferent than this one but they are... prettier..?"

They will make sure you hang out with them than with the others (yea other creppy thing)

He will give you pretty rocks, metalic junk, botle caps, pices of glass, pennies, sometimes money, flowers, pices of paper that shines, old rusty jewlery, old brocken clothes, anyting that he finds and and thinks these are pretty, no, you are not allowed to trow away the trash.

they give those to you as a sign of either afection or friendship (yea! A darn Raven! But pterodactil) keep them with you or they will be sad and will stop trying so Hard to became your friend

He will also try to hide/pet your hair, because he doesn't has that (to me he has (animal) scales in his body, also Orange, also Cyan)

And thats it, if you notice the signs and invite him to be your friend he will be most glad. Other wise, he will belive that you just don't like him as a friend and will be sad, but Yellow is the kid of guy that will hide all his emotions until he can't take it anymore

Blue understand that, he has totally been in that phase once, now, he is not only a wise voice of knowledge, but also a father figure, i mean, he had to raise Orange once (i like to think that Blue has raised most of the other Rainbow Friends in there while Red was bussy working) so, yea, The only one who can be a showlder to cry on

So yea, Yellow is a Demiboi in the middle of the dysphoria raven-pterodactil with Hitori Bochi's same history lol

This is Yellow for me.

One Last thing to note here, it apears that the whole Rainbow familly comunity thinks that this raven-Pterodactil likes to steal others, yea, i also believe on this thing, i actualy imagine him stealing Green's Food and got heavily grounded for that

Well this 's for now

Bye

[susansluvpage]

Willing to sacrifice myself to save you my Love. Susan Pike

Twenty years later, willing to give it another try. Been twenty years since David broke my heart in London, leaving me after he had quick sex with me. Leaving me frustrated and heartbroken. I had become a police officer since then, and seen him a few times over the years. He was married then and I had gained weight. Now I found out he was divorced., I was unmarried also. I was 41 years old now, David was 51 years old. I went on a strict diet, became a vegetarian. Got down to 126 lbs, my goal was 120. Darn last 6 pounds. Bought sexy dresses and underwear, garter belts and nylons. Tight fitting shorts and tops. Started checking David’s schedule for week appearances. Hopefully when I see him again I can gain his interest again. I’m no longer in my early twenties like I was in London, but then again I let him break my heart then. We had sex but it was a quickie on his part. I was upset when he left me. Didn't get a chance to give him the special guest ft I wanted to give him or even tell him about it. Never told him about my emotional empathy connection with him either. When I connected with him I stopped seeing him as famous, started seeing him as a real man . Knew he had money and career problems and was sexually frustrated back then. Also a depression problem which led to his self-destructive behaviour. I knew he drank alcohol a lot. I guess because of my emotional empathy, I wanted to help him. I loved him and cared about him. But, wasn't in love with him. I had seen him over the years but, he was married and I don't mess around with married men. I just wanted to be friends. Last time I seen him I had gained a lot of weight, didn't look so good anymore. Been a police officer for 11 years now. David had seen me a few times in uniform so he knew I had become one. Along with my empathetic senses I would also sometimes get repeated dreams, weird when they came true or sometimes stopped a few bad things happening that was in them. I sometimes did dream about David, suspected he had deep depression problems and a deep loneliness. David was good at covering up his feelings and emotions, putting on that happy face to the public. Maybe that's why I never told him about my ability, to sense his strong feelings and emotions when I was near him. Then I started getting these repeated dreams about David, he was sitting down talking with people, he had some of his band members with him. It was not a stage he was on, he sang a bit but was mostly talking. Where could this be? In my dream as he was talking a man who I seen in my dream, male, white around early 30s wearing a dark blue shirt, came in and pulled a gun out and shot David right in his chest. He died instantly in my dream. I woke up crying. Then I kept having the nightmare dream repeatedly. I knew I had to warn David and try to stop it from coming true. Trying to figure out where this place he was at in my dream. Noticed he was due to make an appearance at a convention in California at a hotel there. That would be more informal, and he would talk rather then perform there. I had to go and warn him or stop it from happening somehow. It was a bit sooner then I wanted to see him. I was hoping to see him when he was on tour for a week somewhere. But, if my dream came true, I would never see him again. I couldn't let this happen, if I have to risk my own life protecting him I would. I made reservations at the hotel it was in. Hopefully I will see David to warn him, problem is how to get him to believe me.

Two weeks later I flew into the city where the convention was a few days before he was due to appear. Had booked my room for 5 days. A day before he was due to appear, I seen him in the hotel lobby, surrounded by people., I couldn't get to him. I waited around watching him. He headed for the restaurant with a group of people. I decided to do the same. Sitting at a table as close as I could get. I was wearing a low cut sexy dress and was hoping he would notice me. Don't know how I would ever get to talk to him alone. I ordered a small salad and some hot tea. Another waitress was busy taking the groups order. David's group was the band members he brought with and Sam the photographer I happened to know. No women were with them. The one band members sitting next to David noticed me, even when I walked in and sat down. After the waitress left to put in their order. The band member Paul, looked at me again, I looked at him and smiled.. He whispered to David, think I've fallen in love with that very pretty and sexy woman over there at that table. David looked and his eyes widened as he recognised me.. Sam David said, turn around slowly and look at that beautiful woman over there and tell me if you recognise her. Sam slowly turned around and looked at me. He’s eyes widened with a shocked expression on his face. I think it's Susan, David said I thought so., wonder if she is still a cop. Paul said, well it figures, you know the prettiest sexy lady in here David. She's older then you are mate, David said. Paul said, I don't care if she is. She’s gorgeous. David said, I think she came here to see me. Sam said, you want me to make sure she doesn't get near you David? Hell no! I’d like to get near her. Sam whispered to David, maybe she will dance for you again. David laughed, I can only hope. David then got up from the table and walked over to me. Susan, I barely recognize you. You look great. I smiled at him. I came here to see you David, need to talk with you about something. David said, come and join us. David grabbed my cup of tea, coffee he asked, no tea, you put cream in your tea? He asked. Yes, I said since London. He took my cup, I grabbed my water and silverware, he led me over to their table. He sat back down, placed my cup close to his then told Paul to move over. He had me sit down next to him. My waitress had my salad and was looking for me. One of the guys, told her, she's over here. She brought me my salad. Asked her for another hot tea. Everyone’s food started arriving, David had a salad and a vegetable dish. I began cutting my salad into little pieces. David looked amused as I did it. Then he cut his too! My waitress brought me more hot tea. I poured a packet of sugar into it and some cream. After we finished. David asked me if I was still a police officer. I said, yes, 11 years now. Paul said, you can handcuff me anytime. David laughed, I smiled. He asked is that all your eating, just that small salad. I said, yes, trying to lose this last stubborn 6 lbs. David says, all you need is some more exercise, it will help you lose it. I laughed. David whispered in my ear, or you could dance for me again. I whispered back. Maybe you could finally get the special gift I had for you, that you missed because you left. What is this gift he inquired. I wanted to give you ecstasy. I said. The drug? No! What it's named after. It makes a man feel like he's natural high. But, a man has to be able to get hard a second time. I knew you could be then. He said, I still can now too! What is your room number he asked. 402, I said. He said, oh! We are on the same floor, I’m in 421. Don't drink any alcohol tonight, it dulls your senses. I’ll come to your room in a hour. He said. Ok! I said.

Went up to my room. Took a quick shower., blow dried my hair. Put on a sexy silk robe. Waited for David. He also took a shower, shaved and put on shorts and a t-shirt. We both brushed our teeth and used mouthwash wash. David knocked on my door. I said to myself. I’m going to totally please him, this time even if it took 20 years to get together again Enjoy doing it too! I put my arms around him and kissed him. He kissed me back passionately. We kissed for a bit, his hand went to my breast. He undid my robe, opening it. His mouth went down to my nipple licking and sucking on it. As he played with the other nipple. I took his shirt off. Then led him to the bed. Taking his shorts off. He still had a beautiful body and big hard cock. I took my robe off. David laying down next to me resumed licking and sucking on my nipples. You still have beautiful breasts luv, he said. His hand went between my legs, finding my special spot. I moaned, fingers went inside me making me hot and wet for him. My hand was on his cock rubbing him. He was hard, he always had a large cock, which surprised me 20 years ago. Considering he's only 5’3” tall. But he has big thick hands for a man his size I noticed. He got on too and entered me, he moaned, we moved together, he went slowly at first, giving me pleasure, I started to orgasm, crying out and moaning. He started thrusting harder, faster and deeper. I put my legs around him. He let out a cry and a moan as he came deep inside me. We were both breathing heavily. He kissed me, then went to my side laying down. I got up, cleaned up and brought him a warm washcloth. He cleaned himself off. I payed back down. Now about this gift I need to collect you told me about luv. I kissed him, then we kissed passionately. Then I kissed and licked his neck. Down his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. Licking down his stomach. Licked his scar on his right side. Licked the head of his penis all around. He moaned, then licked down the outside of his penis to his balls. I spread his legs open, licking and sucking each one of his balls. He moaned again. Then I lifted his balls a bit and licked the spot underneath his balls, sending waves of pleasure to him. He was moaning and breathing heavy now. I licked the spot again. He moaned, then licked his ball's again. Went back up licking his semi-hard penis, putting it in my mouth and sucking on him. Placing my finger underneath his balls lightly rubbing that spot again. He was moaning loudly now, his penis was getting very hard. I stopped and bent my legs on each side of him, so he didn't feel my weight. Placed his penis in my vagina. He moaned I let it only go half way in going in and out, building him up to his peak. I orgasmed. He moaned as he felt it. I then went all the way down on his cock. He met my movement. Breathing heavily and moaning as he was thrusting deep inside me. He let out a loud cry of ecstasy, a a he exploded deep inside me. I stayed on top of him, moving a bit, put me head on his chest. He began shivering and his whole body shock , he moaned in pleasure as he was coming down from the special peak. I got off him going to his side. He was still breathing heavily. I put my hand on his chest and stomach rubbing him lightly. Took him 10 minutes before his breathing returned to normal. He still felt his body tingling from the after effects. He said, I have never in all my years of having sex ever felt anything as incredible as what you just did to me. It did feel like a natural high. You wanted to do this to me 20 years ago luv? Yes, I said. Dam, he said, I could have had you doing that to me for 20 years. I noticed when I first entered you,,your vagina was tight around me. Felt good but was surprised. That's because I haven't had sex in 5 years. Five years he said, he was surprised and kind of pleased. David before I went to London, I hadn't had sex in two years. Since before I divorced my husband. David said, I thought you had sex with Chris in Chicago. I said no, he never touched me. I have never had sex with anyone around you

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