#like god forbid a guy is responsible and funny right?

[bootyliciousbeta]

Can someone take Christian's phone away cos he's been spamming me with voice notes of him drunk and saying shit about me putting more effort into being a comedian online than a good pack beta and it's hitting too close to home :(

[delugyu]

beomkai threesome thoughts have been festering…. i could no longer hold back so here u go

(wc: 4.2k / warnings: threesome but no mxm, mean-ish dom!beomgyu and soft dom!kai for the most part, oral (f & m rec.), manhandling, fingering, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, nipple play, humiliation, sloppy seconds lol, the boys get kind of competitive, choking (f rec.), handjob, multiple creampies… i think that’s all)

You are never hanging out with these perverts again. Twenty minutes ago, the three of you were drinking and laughing and being normal, but god forbid you make one joke that bruises their egos—now they’ve got you pinned to the couch and fighting against their grip.

“Okay, lesson learned, you’re stronger than me,” you groan. “You can get off of me now.��

Kai wears this big giddy smile as he presses your thighs down, not letting you kick at him. His eyes find Beomgyu’s, who’s holding your upper body against him, your back to his chest. He has both your wrists held in one hand, and his giggling rumbles against your back.

“Isn’t this kind of cute, hyung?” Kai asks, playful glint shining in his eyes. You roll yours and give up on trying to push yourself out of Beomgyu’s arms.

“It’s so funny,” Beomgyu says.

“Glad you guys are having fun,” you grumble.

“Aren’t we so strong?” Beomgyu asks, teasing you now. You should have never opened your mouth earlier. Ugh.

“If I say yes, will you let me go?” They both laugh, but neither give you an answer. You feel a little embarrassed, and it only gets worse the more they give you these patronizing coos.

Beomgyu rests his head on your shoulder, which is tolerable enough until he decides to bite down on the skin there. You flinch and yelp, regretting ever wearing this damn tank top. You can’t even swat him away like you normally would when he gets bratty.

You look to Kai for help. “Are you not gonna stop him?!” You feel a nip to your neck next, and you try to thrash your elbow back against Beomgyu, but his strong arms wrapped around you prevent that from happening. “You’re both assholes,” you huff.

“You’re so cute though,” Kai says.

“Yeah, especially when you pout like that,” Beomgyu adds, squeezing your cheeks in his hand. You feel like some doll that they’re playing with as they please.

“Be nice to her,” Kai says, pushing Beomgyu’s hand down so he releases your face. His arm wraps around your waist instead. Kai’s barely even holding you down now, just running his hands down your legs mindlessly. At least he knows when to quit it—the jerk behind you can’t say the same, fingers digging into your wrists even though you’re not fighting back anymore.

“I am,” Beomgyu counters. He plants a kiss on your cheek. “See? Nice.” You make sure your grimace is very prominent in response, ignoring the way you heat up at his action.

“Don’t make that face,” Kai says. “We’re just having fun.”

“You’re being mean,” you complain. Beomgyu laughs, but you ignore him.

“I’m sorry.” Kai’s hands readjust themselves to sit at your hips, and his eyes meet Beomgyu’s. “Hyung, let’s make it up to her,” he suggests. His lips are just slightly tilted up, and your stomach flips because you think you know what he’s planning.

As much as you want to protect your pride and shut this down, there’s something about them holding you down and giving you all their attention that’s making you a little dizzy. Kai hovers his face over your stomach, lifting your top up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin to pepper his kisses onto.

You turn your face to Beomgyu, blinking at him curiously in anticipation of whatever he decides to do. All he does is raise an eyebrow at you. “What?” he asks.

Your face heats up as you return your attention to Kai. “Nothing,” you answer.

Beomgyu laughs, “You were expecting me to kiss you, huh?”

Now you’re really flustered. “No!” you defend. It’s annoying how funny Beomgyu finds this. You’re about to continue bickering, but right as you open your mouth, Kai licks a stripe up to your navel, and you end up letting out an embarrassing mewl instead.

“Oh, Kai was right, this is cute,” Beomgyu says, stupid victorious grin on his face. “It’s easier to shut you up than I thought.”

You don’t respond, too focused on the look Kai sends you as his fingers just barely delve beneath the hem of your shorts. The question is in his eyes, and your answer is in the way you lift your hips up for him. He looks happy as can be when he slides your shorts down, throwing them to the floor and spreading your legs to admire your panty-clad center.

Beomgyu leans forward over you to peek as well, and his prying feels way more invasive than Kai’s with the way he smirks like some freak. Your wrists are still held in his grasp, so you can’t even push him away like you want to. Kai rubs two fingers over your covered slit, watching with a bitten lip and amazement in his eyes.

“Is she wet?” Beomgyu asks.

“She is,” Kai answers. There’s something proud in his voice, bordering on cocky. He presses his fingers against your clit firmly, and the pressure feels amazing. Beomgyu leans back instead of looming over to get a look at your panties, which gives Kai more room to bring his head between your legs and drag his lips over your core, kissing your entrance through the material of your panties. He pokes his tongue out and delicately circles it at your hole, unhurried and teasing, and it makes your breath hitch. You feel your panties soaking through the longer he keeps going, a mixture of both his saliva and your arousal collecting up.

You stutter out Kai’s name, fighting against Beomgyu’s grip so you can bring a hand down to him. It’s a losing battle, and you give up after only a few seconds. Your hips grind against Kai’s face, and he flattens out his tongue so you can ride it like that.

“Wow, you’re pretty desperate,” Beomgyu says, watching your hips stutter over Kai’s face.

“S-shut up,” you reprimand. Your stomach muscles are getting tired from rolling your hips up, and Beomgyu takes notice.

“Need some help?” he asks, bringing his hands to your hips. Your own hands are finally free now, and you immediately stretch out your arms in relief. Before you can massage out the soreness in your wrists, Beomgyu uses his grip on you to push you harder against Kai’s tongue, smothering the poor boy with your cunt. You can’t deny how good it feels, though; Kai’s tongue drags right through your folds until your panties are rendered useless.

Kai pulls himself back after a minute, dazed look in his eyes as he yanks your panties down your legs, getting rid of the cloth as if it only irritated him now. He parts your folds with his fingers, zeroing his sight on your weeping cunt. Your hips cant up needily, greedy for more stimulation.

“You’re soaked,” Kai says, finger catching a drop of your arousal and swirling it over your entrance.

“So eat her out,” Beomgyu says, waiting for him to get on with it. Kai sends him a pointed look before taking your clit into his mouth. You sigh out as he sucks at your bud, but he doesn’t stay long, pulling back to shoot daggers at Beomgyu.

“Do something, hyung. Stop being so useless.” He’s right back on you after that, returning his mouth to you and licking greedy stripes over your core. Beomgyu scowls and brings a hand under your shirt, finding your nipple and pinching it meanly. You gasp and arch away from him, but he brings you right back and places his other hand over your mouth, concealing your moans. He toys with your tits relentlessly, tugging and teasing as you whimper and cry beneath his palm.

“Why don’t I get to use her cunt?” Beomgyu asks, squeezing your breasts as Kai pushes his tongue inside you. Kai doesn’t bother pulling away to respond, choosing to bury his face deeper between your thighs instead. He holds your hips securely in place, making sure you can’t run away from him.

Beomgyu pouts and turns your head toward him, stealing your attention away from Kai. He holds your head still so that you’re looking him in the eye when he twists your nipple between his fingers, grinning when you shut your eyes and jolt at the pain. He brings your face to his and captures your lips for a messy kiss. You can’t do anything except whine and take it, hands grasping onto Kai’s hair for dear life.

Kai whimpers when you tug at his hair, and it serves to encourage him further. He brings his tongue to your clit and swipes rapidly over the bud, and you feel him holding back a smile when you keen beneath him. Your legs threaten to close over his head, but he holds you open easily. You’re defenseless, left to take whatever the two men want to give you, feeling overwhelmed by all the stimulation. You break away from the kiss to pant and mewl into Beomgyu’s neck, breath hitching and body jolting.

“You’re close?” Beomgyu asks, pulling your tank top above your tits so he can see them. He grinds his hard cock against your back as he cups your breasts, humming in satisfaction as the soft flesh fills his hands. You nod in response to his question, unable to use any words, mouth stuck open around your moans. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum on Kai’s tongue, be a good little slut for us?”

Kai stuffs a finger inside you then, pumping needily as his lips wrap around your bud. He sucks and swirls his tongue over it, determined to push you over the edge. Your orgasm builds up quickly, leaving your body shaking with need. Both boys catch onto it easily, working more obsessively to get you off now, as if they need it as much as you do.

“That’s it, give it all to us. Such a good baby, letting us do whatever we want,” Beomgyu coaxes. “Could just keep you here and use you forever, make you our little doll.” Your stomach twists at his crude words, but it brings you exactly where you need to be. Your climax hits you like a wave of ecstasy, leaving you sputtering out nonsense in your haze. You roll your hips, riding your high out while Kai curls his finger inside you, pushing up against your gummy walls.

You whimper as your orgasm fades, the pleasure still buzzing in your system as Kai replaces his finger with his tongue, licking up all the arousal your cunt oozes out. He moans like a bitch, enjoying this more than you’ve ever seen from a man before. His hands soothe your thighs, fondling the soft flesh as he slurps up whatever he can get from your sopping hole.

“Shit, you look so pretty, look just like a whore. Kai, you should see this,” Beomgyu says. He places a hand in Kai’s hair and pulls his face away from your cunt. His mouth is shiny with your essence, eyes hazy with lust. Beomgyu pulls him up until he’s hovering over you. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Yeah,” Kai agrees. Your stomach flutters at the praise.

“You should kiss her,” Beomgyu suggests with a mischievous chuckle. Kai busies himself doing exactly that. His kiss is eager and desperate, humming in content as you accept his tongue into your mouth. Kai’s hands caress your tits mindlessly, much nicer than the rough way Beomgyu treated you. Kissing Kai leaves you breathless, but you don’t dare part from his lips, letting him steal your breath and get his fill.

Your eyes widen when you feel something poking at your entrance. Beomgyu’s hand smooths down from your waist to your hip, holding you steady as he circles his tip at your fluttering hole. You break from Kai then, and he holds your face dearly as he wipes the saliva from your lips.

Beomgyu brings his mouth to your ear, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine. “You gonna be good when I fuck you, too?” he asks in a gravelly whisper. Your thighs ache to clamp shut at that, but he keeps you spread open with his demanding grip. He follows you when you turn your head, unable to escape. “Gonna cry out like you need my dick more than air?”

You whine and lean forward until your head finds Kai’s shoulder. He brushes your hair to the side comfortingly, kissing the crown of your head as Beomgyu eases his tip inside your walls. You hiss at the ache, but Beomgyu aids the stretch with a skillful hand over your clit. He rubs tight circles onto the bud, and that’s enough to get your head reeling to the point where all you want is for Beomgyu to sink further into you.

“How’s it feel?” Kai asks, running gentle fingers down your back.

“Feels good,” you answer. Your hand blindly searches for Kai’s cock through his pants, wanting to make sure he’s not left out. You’re delighted to feel the way he throbs in his pants when your fingers wrap around him.

“Such an angel,” Kai coos, patting your head. It makes you smile and lean into his touch. Beomgyu’s hips meet your ass, finally bottoming out, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning. “How is she?” Kai asks, eyes meeting Beomgyu’s.

“Superrr tight,” Beomgyu grunts out. Your legs struggle to hold your weight up, but Kai helps keep you steady with his strong arms. You feel like you’re getting split open around Beomgyu’s cock, the girth of it leaving you deliciously full. You’re clutching onto Kai for dear life with one hand while the other weakly tugs at his waistband. He takes mercy on you and pushes his pants down just enough for his dick to pop out, and the sight makes you salivate.

His tip is a pretty pink and glossy with precum, which trails down his shaft in a delicious line. He’s veiny and rock hard, and you’re shocked at how patient he’s been—he must’ve been aching for some relief. You wrap your hand around the base, holding him still so you can lick up the drop of precum, following the line all the way to his tip. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, then give him a small, wet kiss right over his slit. The groan he lets out is sinful, and it makes your walls tighten around Beomgyu’s length.

“Are you sucking him off?” Beomgyu asks, a little breathless as he hastens his pace. He laughs at you, and it leaves you a little humiliated. “You need two cocks at once, huh? Need all your little holes filled?” You wish his filth didn’t have such an effect on you, but you feel the way you gush around him as he speaks.

Kai’s patient with you, not forcing you to take his dick further in your mouth than you’re willing to, but he does help guide your mouth around him, gripping your hair to help you sink him further down your throat. You’ve never felt so full in your life, yet you still want more, greedy and aching and feeling every bit like the whore Beomgyu says you to be.

Your back arches, and immediately it makes Beomgyu hit deeper inside you, the head of his dick rubbing against a spot that has you seeing stars. With every drag of his thick cock inside you, you get more and more brainless, forgetting anything except the satisfaction of this moment. His eager fingers on your clit only lead you closer to your orgasm, and your legs begin to shake with the anticipation of it.

“Shit, if I knew how much of a greedy slut you were, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago,” Beomgyu says. He presses his palm against your lower stomach, adding a pressure that has you moaning loudly around Kai’s dick. Kai pulls you off of him, letting you breathe as Beomgyu fucks you into climax.

“Good job, that’s it, just take it all,” Kai praises, thumb wiping at your cheek. You didn’t even realize you’d been crying. His eyes hold a sort of fondness when he watches your mouth fall open. He brings his thumb past your lips, pushing down on your tongue with a wicked smile. You taste your salty tears on his digit, and it makes you feel lightheaded. “You really do look pretty getting fucked. You look like a princess,” he says.

Your moans spill out uncontrollably; you can’t help it when Beomgyu’s hitting all the right spots. He grips your hair and pulls you back to him, ripping you from Kai. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping your body right up against his as he pounds into you. You’re starting to feel overstimulated, but you let Beomgyu do as he pleases.

“Are you close?” you ask him, voice shaky and uneven after all your moaning.

“Yeah, gonna let me cum inside?” he asks. “Give Kai my sloppy seconds?” You hear the grin in his voice as he says it. You don’t assume Kai is too happy hearing that, but you also don’t check to see. Beomgyu’s pistoning into you now, chasing his high eagerly, fucking you like some toy. The growl he lets out fills you with another wave of arousal, the moment getting more intense and primal as Beomgyu approaches his orgasm.

His fingers bruise your hips as he holds you tight against him, finally stilling his movements and cumming inside you. You grind your hips down against him when he fills you up, the feeling of his release painting your walls making you crave more stimulation. You feel insatiable, like you constantly need more, never wanting to stop. Luckily for you, the moment Beomgyu pulls out, Kai’s dragging you over to him.

“He’s such a man, only thinks with his dick,” Kai huffs. “Couldn’t even get you off more than once.” He aligns himself with your entrance and wastes no time slipping in.

Beomgyu takes offense to that. “I could’ve, but I don’t think she could take it,” he defends.

“Hear that?” Kai asks into your ear. He holds your body against him, keeping you upright as he positions your head forward, making you look at Beomgyu. He’s scowling, arms crossed over his chest like a brat. You’d laugh if you weren’t getting your guts rearranged by Kai right now.

Kai’s clearly on some mission to prove Beomgyu wrong, but you’ve got a sneaking suspicion that part of this is to feed his own ego, too. His fingers find your abused clit, so sore and sensitive by now. Your body jumps as soon as he starts circling it, pace rapid and determined to get you cumming around him.

Kai’s dick hits even deeper inside you, and it has your eyes rolling back from how good it feels. It borders on being too much, but you take it all willingly. It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time before you feel the knot building in your stomach again, ready to snap any moment.

“Gonna cum,” you warn, leaning your face into the crook of Kai’s neck.

He grabs your jaw and brings your focus back to Beomgyu. “No, look at him,” Kai insists. “Tell him how good you feel.”

You whine. It feels impossible to talk that much, but you still try. “So good. You’re so big. Nngh—I love it so much.”

“That’s right,” Kai says, soothing a hand down your body in reward. “Go ahead and cum for me, princess. Be good.” You don’t dare disobey, immediately doing as he wishes and falling apart over his cock. Your walls clamp around him intensely, and you feel so full that you’re scared you might break.

Beomgyu comes closer to you, holding your face in his hand and fixing you with a mean gaze. “Was I not enough for you?” he asks. He must be feeling insecure now. “Do you think Kai’s better than me?”

You want to respond and tell him no, you think they’re both incredible, but before you can get any words out, Kai’s jackhammering into you and stealing your breath. The feeling is so overwhelming that all you can do is pathetically reach forward and cling onto Beomgyu.

“Clearly she does,” Kai answers for you. You shake your head rapidly, eyes wide like you’re scared Beomgyu might believe him.

“She’s saying no,” Beomgyu points out.

“That’s cause she’s too nice to hurt your feelings.” You’re literally caught in the middle of their ego-stroking contest.

Beomgyu’s hand moves down to your throat, lightly squeezing down. You almost cum again on the spot. Your brain feels fried, completely out of it in your lust-drunk state. Any little brush against your skin could make you cry out.

“Are you gonna answer for yourself, or are you just gonna let Kai do everything for you?” There’s venom laced inside the question.

“You don’t need to do anything, princess. I like doing everything for you,” Kai says.

You still try to answer Beomgyu nonetheless; if not to heal his insecurities, then at least to make yourself feel less like some object to fight over. “You’re both so good to me,” you say.

Beomgyu smiles and runs his hand through your hair. You can tell that he needed to hear that. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it up to your jaw instead, holding your face still as he leans in for a kiss. He coaxes your lips apart easily, and you let him explore eagerly. He licks into your mouth like he needs to steal something from you, like he’s reclaiming something. He takes your hand and places it around his shaft, already hard again. You jerk him obediently, eating up the moans he spills into your mouth.

Kai fucks you with hard, focused strokes, and his rhythm is so perfect that it has you seeing stars. You’re trembling with oversensitivity, but Kai still plays with your body as much as he wants. His hands find your tits, carefully massaging them and listening to your whines intently. He brings his mouth to your neck, trailing wet kisses all across your skin. He makes his way up to your jaw before he gently urges you away from Beomgyu’s kiss and into his own. Pleasure builds rapidly inside you from all their attention, and you’re about to explode yet again.

Your hand hastens its pace over Beomgyu’s cock, thumb swiping at his slit, coaxing more precum out. The sticky substance helps you glide over his length, and he holds your fist still so he can fuck into it himself. He’s a mess of moans, and the noises help to push you over the edge as well, tightening again around Kai’s dick.

Kai doesn’t part from your lips, sloppily making out with you as you cum around him. His pace loses its rhythm as his own high looms over him, chasing it desperately as he slams into you. It’s hard to take now, but you keep your complaints to yourself, because you’re dying to feel him shoot his load in you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Beomgyu warns. You twist your hand around him to aid in getting him there, so willing to make him burst. Only a few seconds later, his seed is shooting out onto your torso, white strands decorating your body. He groans something strangled and deep, and you etch this memory into your head to keep forever.

Kai’s nearly there too, holding onto you tight as he delivers his last few thrusts. His dick twitches as he finally empties himself, leaning into your neck to groan against your skin. You whimper at the feeling of being filled up again, so satisfied that you feel like you’re floating.

The three of you catch your breath, heavy pants filling the room as you slowly collapse against the couch. Kai pulls out of you and lets you lay on top of him. You feel the rise and fall of his chest, and it grounds you back to earth. It grounds you too much, matter of fact, because the whole night suddenly hits you like a train. You just fucked your friends. It’s a very sobering realization.

“I swear I’m not a whore,” you say. It’s half-joke, half-defense. Both the boys laugh.

“You were moaning like one a minute ago,” Beomgyu says. He leans his head against your thigh, eyes zeroing in on your cunt. “And you got cum leaking out of you,” he adds.

“We know you’re not a whore,” Kai says. You laugh, but it really does comfort you to hear. You didn’t want your friends’ perception of you to change because of this.

“What’s wrong with being a whore?” Beomgyu asks.

“You’re only saying that cause you are one,” you tease. Beomgyu chuckles and pinches your clit in retaliation, reveling in the way your whole body jumps at that. You even feel Kai laughing from under you. “You suck,” you say, groaning.

“Give me ten minutes and I can show you how true that is,” he snickers, an evil grin on his face. This might be the longest night of your life.

[hanasnx]

Omfg thank god you’re in on the daddy soldier boy shit

I feel like he’d find it really funny if you were being sassy/bratty to other people but god forbid you do it to him. He’d squish your cheeks real hard and very sexily tell you to “cut that shit out right fucking now or so help me god-” and you know you’re in for it when y’all get home.

BRAT-TAMING — s.boy

“ she got a real ass, but her personality real fake / that’s a real shame / no play, no games ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | the boys. NOTES. heavily inspired by @glossykissies legendary soldier boy works which i binged today bcos i miss him. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ unestablished relationship ノ suggestive content ノ degradation: slut shaming, calling you a bitch, calling you stupid ノ age gap ノ brat taming ノ sexual harassment technically ノ humiliation.

SOLDIER BOY’s got a little bit of a soft spot for you. everyone with a pair of eyes in their skulls can see it. there’s a prick in the corner of his lips when you say anything, like a condescending response is forming on his tongue at-the-ready to make you feel stupid just ‘cause he likes the way you scoff indignantly. he asks, “where’s the kid?” when you’re not around, an incredulous and questioning gesture with his arms at his sides. the kind of judgmental arch to his brow that makes hughie nervous enough to quietly consult butcher as to how bad would it really be if they took you on this mission just to pacify him. the amount of times kimiko has caught the old supe red-handed when he tilts his head in that specific way that conveys he’s checking out your little ass. oh, yeah. it’s pretty clear ol’ ben’s got it bad for their temp.

for all his silent compliments regarding how he really thinks of you, soldier boy’s hard on you too. he treats you way differently than the rest of the boys do. they’ve gotten used to your personality—which they graciously describe as “bold.” you’re not going to hand out exceptions to the new guy, no matter how intimidating he tries to be, you lost respect for soldier boy as soon as he made a pass at you and called you a slut in the same breath. you’re not afraid of him, you largely try to ignore him if you can afford it, even while you’re being used as a lure to get him to do what the boys want him to do.

it’s that lack of fear that plays you right into his hands. he’s expressed to the room how he thinks “she’s just some bitch that walks all over you pussies,” and “if you’d just have the balls to put her in her place she wouldn’t be such a fuckin’ problem.” it’s said as advice, but he really doesn’t give a fuck how you treat people, as long as you don’t send it his way. now he’s got it in his head that it’s his job to knock you down a couple pegs. so when you refuse to look him in the eye for the umpteenth time, nails clacking on the touch screen pad to monitor data points, you toss some little line at him. it’s some reasonless jab that you don’t even fully register is coming out of your mouth, “why don’t you mind your business, old man?” and after a day of taking cracks at him, making him feel like he’s wasting his time here, telling him his freedom is a courtesy—he’s done.

callused and rough fingers claw into your jaw, scraping your buccal against your molars. your eyes fly open, wide and confused as an ache sets in your cheeks pushed together. your lips pout out involuntarily, and your head is forcibly pivoted towards the towering figure to your side as he snatches you. it happens so fast, you don’t even fight it, gulping as you’re bullied right into submission. “listen, little princess,” he spits the word, and you peer up at him with curious batting lashes. his square chin juts, speaking through his teeth as he stared down at you like you’re scum, yet his tone is surprisingly level. it’s cold, low, and threatening. “i’ve had it with your shit. so get smart, or i’ll show you who’s boss. you got that?” while in his vice-like hold, you nod dumbly the best you can, having been corralled into a sub-space, you’d be embarrassed if you were self aware of how your puppy dog eyes beg up at him for a second chance. he jostles you with a jolt of his forearm, and your neck gets whiplash, “i wanna hear you say it.” suddenly you see how big he really is, how his eyes are green.

“uh-huh.” you reply, your brows upturning as you give him a watery gaze. even if it’s fucking pathetic, he doesn’t push it. at least there was something coming out of your mouth besides mindless bitching. he lets his lesson sink in, and he releases you with a jerk, making you sway back with a proper sting in your face.

you rub it cautiously while his heavy boots thunder against the floor taking his exit. a little sheepish, mostly humiliated, you look around the room to the shocked audience, and butcher takes a deep swig from his flask with a scoff.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[chrisspirategirl]

Stream —> C.S. (ᥫ᭡)

Continued.. 🩵

“Tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue.. don’t forget to kiss me or else you’ll have to miss me..”

Over 2 months had passed since Chris’s confession about you being one of his hear me outs. You guys started texting almost everyday and night with “good mornings” “good nights” all that talking stage shit. You both just instantly clicked, you’ve been following each other for a while occasionally liking each others posts but you’ve never had a conversation with him until now.

Christopher Sturniolo: Good morning gorgeous! Hope you slept well last night. I was dreaming of you like always 🫡

A smile forms on your face when you read his message. Your fingers are quick to type a response.

Y/n: good morning! LMFAO you’re so cornyyyy

Christopher Sturniolo: hey! I’m just trying to be sweet 😒😒 God forbid a man shows a girl how much he’s into her

Y/n: you’re into me? 😏😏

Christopher Sturniolo: DUHH!

You giggle to yourself, he’s sassy, definitely. But he’s funny and so cute looking you really can’t resist! He’s always talking about meeting you which makes you a little sad since you’re in New Jersey and he’s back and forth in LA and Boston. A girl can dream though.

You walk over to your vanity prompting up your phone against the mirror as you click to go live in insta. You’re not a HUGE influencer or anything like that but you have a good amount of followings, 148k to be exact!! Really you blew up by just posting videos of you lip syncing to random audios, it was definitely unexpected but you’re grateful for the outcome! You’re about to hit 1 million on TikTok which still to this day shocks you because you’ve never imagine to be well known over the internet. So to have that privilege to be considered an internet icon is practically an unknown achievement to you.

Viewers begin to join the live FLOODING the comments with whatever comes to mind.

User: Y/NNNNNN

User: natural beauty

User: wife!

User: HIIIIIII Y/NNNNNNNN HRUUUU

User: you’re so effortlessly gorgeous im gagged.

User: did the rizz get you 😏😏

+ 100 more

“Hiii lovelies!!” You exclaim with a sweet smile on your face, “so today I have a few errands to run so I’m gonna quickly get ready while talking to you guys” you explain as you begin preparing your skin. Unaware that Chris has joined the live.

Chris sturniolo: oh hey gorgeous😂🫡

User: CHRIS?!

User: CHRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

User: bro trying to rizz her up

User: need a man who makes it clear he want me

+ 100 more

You look down at your phone noticing how Chris had requested to go live with you, your stomach flutters a bit before clicking accept, the screen splits in half revealing Chris propping up his phone a huge grin on his face when he sees you. “What is up guys!” He says with enthusiasm, his hat on backwards wearing a black t shit and a white long sleeve underneath.

“Hellooo” you respond as you continue putting on your concealer, the comments going BALLISTIC BAT SHIT CRAZY!

User: HELLO?! THE TENSION?!

User: already shipping

User: DATE IMMEDIATELY 😭😭💔

User: someone come up with a ship name

^User: @/user GOODBYE

User: Chris.. count your days.

User: HE CANNOT HANDLE IT LIKE I CAN 😭😭🥀

User: something tells me…

^User: @/user right…

Chris smiles as he reads the comments, “where you off to?” He asks you as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “I have a few errands to do so I should be rushing right now” you chuckle as you try to quickly finish off your makeup, nothing too extreme, just your normal makeup routine. “Boringggg” Chris jokes before reading the comments.

“ ‘Bro thinks he has rizz’ ACTUALLY (🤓☝️) I DO thanks.” He responds with a sassy attitude earning a giggle from you.

“Crazy how you guys really try insulting me as if I’m not the most flawless person out there” he continues playfully rolling his eyes, “he really thinks he’s all that” you respond jokingly Chris gasping in offense, his hand flies to his chest “y/n!! How dare you insult me like that!” He replies with a fake pout.

You continue finishing up your makeup Chris sits there watching you with admiration forgettint that he was on an insta live and not a FaceTime call. The comments taking quick notice of his softened demeanor and points it out. After applying your lipgloss you quickly get up from your vanity chair and rush over to grab your shoes. Slipping them on and returning back in frame “okay guys I’m done getting ready in about to get off live so I can go find my keys because I love to lose them!” You say sarcastically to which Chris comments “the amount of times she has told me she can’t find her keys is insane!” You grab your phone as you walk out of your bedroom walking downstairs “shut up Chris!” You respond “okay seriously I need to go I love you guys bye!” You add before ending the live stuffing your phone in your pocket and rushing towards the living room to search for your keys.

Chris lets out a small sigh before Nick walks into the kitchen spotting him sitting at the dinning table. “I saw you were on live with y/n” Nick begins with a faint smirk clearly teasing him for trying SO hard to be always talking to her, Matt and Nick are the only ones who know about Chris and y/n, they were thrilled that Chris finally started getting back out there and promised to keep their relationship private since you nor Chris wanted anyone to know about the whole situation because then people start creating unnecessary rumors.

Chris lets out a sheepish laugh “yeah” he responds before standing up from the table stuffing his phone in his pocket. Nick leans against the kitchen counter smiling mischievously at Chris, “dude why are you looking at me like that” Chris says somewhat terrified but his tone sounded more playful than serious, “no reasonnn” Nick says emphasizing the ‘n’ at the end of his sentence which catches Chris more off guard. “Alright relax” Chris responds before walking towards his bedroom.

But there WAS a reason and Chris was very unaware of what Nick knew.

Tomorrow the triplets had a video to shoot, but who would Nick and Matt be if they didn’t surprise their little brother once in a while.. the video was originally going to be a vlog of whatever but Nick and Matt agreed that the vlog would have a special meaning and guest.

You and Chris had a 3 hour time difference so by the time you were texting him goodnight which was already 10 pm for you it was barely 7 pm for him. You never explained what errands you had to run but Chris didn’t overthink it since he knew you were busy outside of social media.

The next morning, Nick and Matt had woken up Chris a little earlier than usual which seemed a bit suspicious to Chris but he figured they were going somewhere for the vlog and getting some work done for upcoming tours and events. BOY was that goober wrong. Well kinda.

The camera is rolling Chris is in the backseat, Matt and Nick are in the driver and passenger, Nick is holding the camera talking as he normally would for any vlog bringing up special events happening in the future not just for the triplets career but for spacecamp. And just saying whatever comes to mind.

Matt makes a left turn towards the LA airport earning a confused expression on Chris’s face, “are we picking someone up?” He asks Nick only smiles at the camera as Matt looks over at Chris through the rear view mirror with a subtle grin.

“So we actually have a special guest that will be included in this vlog. We’re very excited to have them be in our video.” Nick says emphasis on the ‘excited’ catching Chris’s attention, he wasn’t aware there would be a guest on their vlog, normally he would know if they were having someone else in their vlog but the fact he didn’t know until now only sparks his suspicions more.

Arriving towards the pick up section Chris moves towards the backseat window eyeing who the fuck could be there that they’re picking up. Nick opens the passenger side door getting out with camera still in hand, pointing it towards the entrance of the airport before you come walking out with a suitcase in hand, a huge smile on your face, Nick points the camera towards a wide eye Chris who’s still in the car before he quickly gets out “no fucking way.” He says completely shocked “surprise!” Nick says cheerfully still keeping the camera on Chris before you walk into frame standing in front of Chris who wasted no time in giving you a tight hug.

“You’re even more gorgeous in person” he whispered to you the camera not picking it up. Before both of you pull back but still close enough to each other. “Hii Nick” you say giving him a hug as Chris takes the camera pointing it at both of you, Matt gets out of the car to give you a warm welcome hug as well. Before Chris hands the camera over to Matt. “You guys are absolutely SICK for doing this to me” Chris says chuckling. The camera perfectly capturing the moment of Chris admirably looking down at you.

He really couldn’t believe that you were right there in front of him, he could literally hold you in his arms and he’s just processing that now. It was crazy how just a few months ago he was talking about how pretty to were on a twitch stream to being right there beside him, If anything he was falling even harder for you at this point. You definitely are his top 1 hear me out!

RAHHHHH I feel like this turned out so bad 😭💔 but you guys wanted a part 2 and who am I to say no when I also enjoyed writing about this even though I kinda don’t like it but WHATEVER. Some of you guys want this as a Wattpad story and OH how I’m so ready to do so, I’ll let you guys know when I have everything set up for that! But thank you so much for the positive feedback on this story I hope you enjoyed!

Besos a mis amores! 💌

↳ @chrisspirategirl ❤️

Dividers from —> @bernardsbendystraws

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i don’t have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.

steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, what’cha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. he’s not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. he’s kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but he’s also so funny? steve never could’ve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and he’s really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isn’t even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.

eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family he’s found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.

so steve is all over eddie, it seems.

at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steve’s demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, it’s just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that they’d start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group that’s been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as “one of them” now.

so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, it’s not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you don’t like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steve’s car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, he’s dropped it. it’s never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.

robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddie’s not sure what to make of that. isn’t he the weird one? i mean, he’s the one that stands out, right? he’s the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesn’t spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like she’s seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesn’t even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesn’t seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?

eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. don’t get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, that’s all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steve’s house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what he’d said to him, the words he’d used. eddie knew it all. he’d seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steve’s “mean streak”, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if he’s being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. steve’s insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.

it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didn’t know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasn’t aware of. something he knew steve wasn’t equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?

- robin and steve

“Steve.”

“-but then like, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch it I just thought, hey, y’know, let’s try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin — I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick — and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-���

“STEVE.” Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was bad…

Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?”

To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and let’s out a laugh, “You, sir, are goddamn hopeless.”

“Sorry. How long was I talking for?” Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.

“Oh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?”

“That is an over exaggeration Robin, it’s only been like-“

“Honestly, man, i’m concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.”

To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.

“No, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isn’t any less special now that it’s beginning to be shared by another.” He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.

“Oh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!”, she playfully slaps his shoulder. “Steve. You are obsessed.”

“I am not obsessed! He’s just a really great guy, alright-“

“Blah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.” Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.

“Wha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesn’t even make any sense!”

She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve let’s out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.

He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like he’s really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasn’t obsessed. That’s not- that’s like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.

After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.

“So, what are you’re plans for tonight Steve-O?”

He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till he’s behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.

“Well, not really sure. Parents aren’t home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, —“

“See what Eddie’s doin?” Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.

“Oh shut up!” Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. “As a matter of fact, yeah I will see what he’s up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this I’m having second thoughts, I mean, the way you’ve been treating me lately-“

“Oh my god, you are the worst. Yes, I’m free, of course I’ll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.”

Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.

“Wait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! That’s how you see me?”

“Yeah it is actually, got a problem?”

“Oh wow, she’s feisty today. Can’t believe you think I’m dumb, Rob’s. When you come knockin’ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take my chances.”

- later. steve’s house. to be continued?

[babyhatesreality]

what if someone else tries to discipline stucky's babygirl?🥹🥹 like, some random dude who considers himself a daddy got mad for something she did?? i think daddy stucky would absoluty go ✨bersek✨

Oh....*Berserk* is putting it mildly....

But let's back up a bit first. You've been with Steve and Bucky long enough that you're truly and deeply one of the family. And with that, it means that you and your friends have gotten into plenty of trouble before at each other's places. You've been put in time outs by several of your extended family members- mostly Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Bruce. There's a rule in the tower that if you're little and misbehaving while in their care, anyone in the family is allowed to give a time out. Of course it means you're in big trouble when your primary caregivers find out, so you don't ever MEAN to get into mischief. It just ...sometimes ...happens! Right?? :D

But there was this one time that SHIELD was introducing a group of new operatives. They were the ones who would be running some of the simpler operations that didn't require super strength, stealth, or swag. But they would have access to and contact with the Avengers, and so were brought into the Tower for training.

There was this one new recruit named Kenneth. He was tall, had a firm jaw, strong enough to handle pretty much anything- and had an extremely overblown sense of his own worth. He had decided (without asking anyone or confirming anything) that he was on his way to becoming the first civilian Avenger simply because...he was that awesome. Which he was not, but that comes later.

Since this new operatives team would also be responsible for looking out for low level threats to the Avengers themselves, they were briefed on all the Littles and Caregivers in the tower. So if, God forbid, something happened, they knew the chain of command to help take care of the Littles in a crisis situation- mostly getting the Littles to the correct Avenger.

Welp, as with most other things, Kenneth didn't feel these rules applied to him either. He knew that if he were ever to encounter one of you "littles" (as he put it, complete with his own stupid air quotes and a dumb look on his face), he'd make sure that he'd show his authority, and that would prove he could be an Avenger. *Sidenote-it's funny how these dude-bros' egos work, isn't it?*

One day Daddy and Papa had brought you upstairs with them, as had the rest of the caregivers with their own littles. It was an easy half day, and barring anything suddenly popping up, there was just regular paperwork and classified debriefings to meet about- a safe day for you all to be up there. The other littles were playing a game of tag in the big rec room, but you were feeling a little cranky from a rough night and just wanted to be on your daddies' laps. You would hop down off Bucky's lap ten minutes into a meeting to climb onto Steve's, and then back again ten minutes later. Hey, you were happy, they were happy, it was all good.

You politely asked if you could go get a drink of water, and after insisting that you could be a big girl by yourself, Bucky let you go down the hall to the kitchen area. And that's where you ran into Kenneth, who was sneaking up to the meeting, trying to make up some excuse as to why he needed to be in this Avengers-only debriefing (he was pretty sure they weren't even going to question his right to be there, but it was always good to have a plan B, right?).

He immediately identified you, and stopped you in the hallway by grabbing you by the shoulder (wrong move #1). "And where do you think you're going, little girl?" he asked you snidely (wrong move #2). You immediately stepped back, trying to get yourself out of his grip. You didn't know this guy, and you weren't supposed to talk to strangers. And no one was allowed to touch you without your permission. Daddy and Papa taught you well.

But Kenneth took that as defiance before you even opened your mouth, tightening his grip on your arm (wrong move #3...you get the idea). "You are not supposed to be wandering the halls by yourself, are you?" he sneered. "Some caregivers, just letting a helpless little girl wander around unguarded." He leaned into your face. "Someone could get hurt."

That scared you, as it sounded very threatening, so you shook your arm again, trying to pull away. "Please let go," you said through gritted teeth, trying to be polite (he was in the Tower after all, and no one got in without SHIELD's permission), but really wanting to kick this guy in his private area. Instead, Kenneth yanked your arm so hard that you cried out, and started dragging you towards the meeting room. He shoved you down onto your bottom right outside the doorway, then pointed a finger at you.

"You stay right there, little missy, and don't even think about moving. You've been very bad and you're in big trouble," he scolded, unwarranted. You just glared at him but didn't move. He didn't even bother knocking on the door to the meeting room- he just barged in.

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes? I've got something that you both need to see, immediately," he said arrogantly.

You heard the shuffle and scramble of your daddies moving quickly, and you knew they were panicking about you. But the second they got out of the doorway and saw you cowering on the floor with a glower on your face, they both stopped, confused.

"Baby, are you okay?" Bucky asked frantically, dropping to his knees and reaching out to you. You threw yourself into his arms, relieved.

"What happened? Why was she sitting on the floor?" Steve asked as he got down next to you and Bucky, brushing your hair away from your face and scanning you as hard as he could, looking for injuries.

"She was wandering around the halls, unsupervised," Kenneth replied lightly, the arrogance dripping off of him. "Then she was defiant and disobedient when I tried to help her."

" 'Tried to help her'?" Steve repeated, slowly standing up to face Kenneth. Anyone with half a brain could hear the steel in his voice and see the rage in his posture. Even Kenneth turned a bit pale at the fury he'd unknowingly invoked. "What...exactly...did she need help with?"

"Well, er...um..she wasn't supposed to be in the hallways-"

"She had permission to be there," Steve interrupted him. The aura of controlled anger about to snap that was radiating off your Papa was something to behold- you'd never seen him like this before and it was AWESOME. "She was getting a drink from the kitchen." He turned to you, smiling softly, but his vibranium-infused posture didn't change one bit. "Lovebug, were you able to get your drink?"

"No, Papa," you said simply.

"I see," he said, turning back to Kenneth as his gaze turned back to razor blades. "So you kept my baby from getting a drink when she's thirsty, you stopped her without permission and tried to get her to disobey OUR directives, and you barged into a classified meeting." He pinned the now completely pale Kenneth to the wall with only his clear cut steel blue gaze. "Anything else, baby girl?" he asked you without turning his head.

"He touched me," you added, then turned your gaze to Bucky, who was still holding you. "And it hurt my arm."

Bucky set you down gently, then stood up and faced Kenneth.

Kenneth was only able to remember three things from that moment until he woke up in the hospital. The first being the insanely loud thundering of crumbling concrete mixed with a strange whooshing sound that he couldn't immediately identify. There was also a cracking and a crunching that seemed to be coming from inside of him, but that didn't make any sense either...

The second thing was the fact that he was no longer in the hallway- he seemed to have somehow transported to another area that he was pretty sure was about three rooms away from where he'd just been standing.

The third thing was the sudden and overwhelming pain screaming all over his body. He had just enough time to realize that the Winter Soldier had thrown him through 3 solid walls before he blacked out.

When he woke up in the hospital, among the machines and IVs, he found a small cardboard box with all his desk items in it.

[picobossa]

Hai fellow Sal stan :33 I give you liberty to write whatever prompts you want with him. Anything. Be free.

IN MY CLUTCHES, FOREVERMORE | one shot

SYPNOSIS: Perhaps you should've known from the start that trusting a predator was no good. After all, he can and will bare his fangs to his prey, no matter how innocent he looked.

WORD COUNT: 1,197

Whoever requested this, I love you/p, the flesh demands more Sal requests too (I'm begging everybody please please please)

WARNINGS: Sal is a warning himself, implied bad ending 2 to a certain Sea Witch, non-con implied, mediocre pacing (first time writing a one shot in a whilleee, please bear with me!)

REQUESTED BY: Anon!

Sal was a docile guy, perhaps a bit too docile even. But...

Was his kindness really that good to be true? He never showed any cruel intentions; he'd even go out of his way to help out! Oh, how false it all was.

In the end, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. The traitor, the Ambassador of the Sea of Death. In his own words, everything was for Princess Mikotsu.

How embarrassingly easy everything also was for him.

Unfortunately, nobody really saw the invasion coming either. How could they when the Great Sorcerer sealed it away?

And to Sal, this was all just too funny. The look of fear on the residents' faces was entertaining enough, majority of them being long gone by now too. The cherry on top? Seeing the Sea Witch, Wadanohara, remembering their little encounter. Ah... How he loves seeing such distraught expressions...

But Wadanohara was not his main interest anymore.

Ever since you came into the picture, he just couldn't get enough of you. Perhaps he was captivated that you were smart enough to be suspicious of him. Even though he ultimately did falter your suspicion and became your "best buddy", Sal already had it settled from the start, the moment the Kingdom fell to its knees, you'd be his victory prize.

His plan was already in motion too! Getting Wadanohara out of the picture was the last thing he'd be concerned about, nor did he really find it striking enough to act upon it.

Maybe luck was truly on his side for once, since he didn't even have to do anything. All thanks to her octopus familiar (who he would personally welcome once he gets to it).

And his main goal at the moment? Getting his hands on his precious prize of course. It is what he was waiting on for so long, he wants it immediately, he wants you immediately.

He just knew right where to find you anyway.

Perhaps he enthusiastically thought a bit too soon. Not that he didn't expect you to hide somewhere since going out or even attempting on saving anyone is like signing yourself up to meet your coffin early.

It's rather the fact you annoyingly hid somewhere that takes him forever to get his hands on you. But, ah... He's patient enough to play along! To an extent.

God forbid he's doing it purposely too. He knows, he knows!

Though... How convenient your little spot was. Maybe that thought that crossed his mind would be fortunate enough to become reality.

Every step he took, every small comment he'd mockingly make that sound rather too joyful was all with the intent on purposely getting the slightest reaction out of you.

Fortunately for him and unfortunately for you, Sal's taunts did work.

Sure, the invasion was fearful enough for everybody, but additionally also having an enthusiastic shark attempting to lure you out? And for what?

The thought already made you more dreadful enough already, muscles twitching and body tensing up for any fight or flight response.

"He'd leave eventually", was a weak attempt of a proper thought to calm your already increased heart rate, an attempt nonetheless.

"He'd leave eventually." Your thoughts repeated.

For a moment you forgot he was even there.

Just for a moment, you could calm yourself down.

"I'm getting a bit bored of playing games with you, [Name]. ♪" His rather annoying sing-song tone of voice broke through your thoughts, immediately setting off your fight or flight response once again.

He'd leave eventually. He has to.

Why do you even bother hiding anymore? He knows where you are anyway! He could just pull out his long earned prize from their hiding spot, rambling on about how both of you could happily live together forever in the Sea of Death while ignoring your struggles on getting away from him.

Sal's patience was obviously starting to run out piece by piece, it's fun to toy with you, don't get him wrong! But ohh how annoying it is when you won't even budge a little.

Although, where's the fun in that? — is what he would've kept saying.

"Hm..? Are you really that scared of me?" The answer was obvious enough to him. Your silence, your reluctance, your oh so obvious fear radiating off of you. He didn't need to get an answer out of you.

"That's gonna be a bit of a problem, you know...." His sing-song tone of voice was barely apparent anymore, but oh, was he lying through his teeth. He was getting off on your obvious fear, how he wishes to see the light fade from your eyes personally...

But Sal was also done playing around. He's getting too eager, too desperate. His approach makes it well known. Perhaps he's even grinning to himself, which was out of your vision.

You should run. Run out and far away till your feet can't carry you further!

But why can't you move? Surely you're aware of how every inch of your body is ready to sprint off, why aren't you moving?

"Get up and run." His footsteps are getting more clearer with every step he took.

"Get up—" Ohh was your heart ready to explode in your chest, you felt it all around your ribcage while his hasty footsteps didn't make it any better.

"—and run." Sloppily and as fast as you could, you scrambled up to your feet without looking back if he's close behind you or not and ran with a stumble.

Maybe, perhaps, hopefully that whatever God out there is was actually on your side. You'd rather die in the hands of some unknown creature than let him end your life here and there. Or whatever else he had planned for you was something you didn't want to discover.

How unfortunate you truly are though.

You didn't even run for a minute before the air got knocked out of your lungs and having to be met with the harsh and cold ground painfully.

You didn't have to guess who it was, it was obvious enough on who it is as he rang out in triumph while hovering over you in his grasp, "got you! ♪"

"Ack— get off of me!" You yelled, struggling as much as you could even with how fultile it was. The more you moved the more he squeezed your wrist harder to the point he could break them if he wished to do so.

Your distraught expression was just what he wanted to see, ah... So cute. He wants to see more of that.

"You're so lucky I love you this much..." Sal started gleefully, looking rather smug while his breath trembled a bit. "I could've done what I liked to do to you right now if that wasn't the case."

The implication laced heavy in his words, gross... Disgusting even. Pathetically all you could do was sniffle while shaking your head weakly, receiving a cruel chuckle from him at the sight.

"Ahaha.. ♪ don't worry! It won't hurt a bit..." Sal cooed, his grin not faltering the slightest as he drew out each syllable. "You won't even feel a thing."

"What are you...?! No! Stop!!"

[pixie-mage]

I’ve thought about telling you. I’ve thought about bringing it up. You’ve asked me about my purple striped pendant enough times, and I’ve always brushed it off, and you still give it a sidelong look as if you know, so I’ve thought about saying something–

(Or leaving my laptop open on the wiki page, or doodling the flag on a sticky note and leaving it where you can see, or buying a book about it on your Amazon account, or–)

–but I never have.

Maybe it would finally convince you to leave my dating life alone. Or at least, maybe it would convince you that a dating app won’t work the same for someone like me.

Because when you’re asexual, most men on a dating app are expecting a future hookup, whether that’s now or a few weeks down the line…so you’re not what they’re looking for.

Anyway, I’ve thought about it. But I’ve also seen how you talked to me behind my sister’s back when she came out as bisexual, how you were outwardly unbothered and generally supportive but would turn to me with “If this phase lasts” and “She's still young” and “When she settles down with a guy” on your lips. It’s been a while since I’ve heard it, but even now, when she’s college age and openly dating a woman, I get the feeling you still don’t take her relationship as seriously as our brother’s relationship with his girlfriend. I get the feeling you still judge.

(You love us dearly. I know you do. The good and great family memories far far outweigh the bad. And you care about us so much. You’ve fought the world for us in the past and you’d do it again and you’ll always always love and support us in everything we do. But. But.)

And maybe you wouldn’t judge me so harshly for simply saying I’m ace, because it’s not like I’m gay, right? It’s not like I’ll end up with another girl, right? It’s not as big of a deal…right?

But I’ve also seen how judgemental you were when I started crossplaying, when I started choosing male characters to cosplay alongside the female. I was just dressing up for fun and that’s all it ever will be, but still…the judgement. The unspoken judgement of different.

And when I brought up the idea of adoption instead of having my own kids - the one time I opened up enough to mention it - you gave me the most indecipherable look that made me feel like I’d said something horribly, horribly wrong. And I said “What?” and you said “Nothing.” But it was “nothing” in the “I won’t say it, but you should know” way. It was “nothing” in the “I won’t say it, but I’ll let you feel my dissatisfaction from where you’re sitting” way.

And just this year, I got so close. I almost said something. We were having a conversation - god knows I can’t even remember how it started now - but I got brave enough to ask if it would be so wrong to never want to be physically intimate with someone. And I got an exaggeration eyeroll, and a “You have GOT to get over your fear of sex” as if you knew me sooo well that you obviously could see what I really meant. But you didn’t. You don’t. And when I said - rather impulsively - that “I’m not afraid, I just don’t want to do it. It’s gross and uncomfortable” - well.

“That’s a childish response.”

Because god forbid I feel differently than you do about something that would only affect my life. God forbid I dislike something even when the rest of the world expects me to want to love it. God forbid.

So I haven’t told you. With a response like that, why the hell would I?

You always say “you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince”…and sure, I understand the meaning. But why does finding a prince require kissing? Why can’t I hug him instead? Why can’t a peck on the cheek suffice? I’d offer him a Lego minifigure if that would do the trick. I’d much prefer it.

But no, I’m childish for wanting to keep my body to myself.

You signed me up for a dating app when I was in early college. At the time I thought it was funny, and I still kind of do. I know that you want to see me happy and you assume finding a partner is what will do that. And maybe I would be happy with a partner in my life…but not the kind you’re thinking of.

See, the problem with dating apps - the problem with dating - is I know eventually the guy will get bored. He’ll get bored before we hit five months because the whole time he’ll have been waiting for the chance to take me to bed, and unfortunately for him, the thought will have never crossed my mind. Hell, the last time we tried to make out I was probably thinking about pizza rolls and wondering how long people are supposed to keep kissing like that. When is it acceptable to stop? When is it polite to get back to watching the movie? How much kissing is enough to satisfy someone else? Because it sure as hell does next to nothing for me.

I used to think I was broken, you know.

I used to think there was something wrong with me if everyone was explaining kissing and sex as this fantastic thing, and I was sitting there going “What’s there to like?”

I used to think - hell - maybe mom was right. Maybe I just have to keep kissing frogs.

But at some point, you kiss enough frogs that never turn into princes, and you start to realise that maybe the problem isn’t the frogs you’re picking. Maybe the problem is you. Maybe you don’t have the magic in your lips to turn ‘em back into royalty.

And then you date an amazing, amazing guy, and you think “Wow, I could picture a life with him” and you think “This could be something” and you think “This is a prince…right?” …but you still feel nothing. The romance is there, and the joy of shared interests, and the matching sense of humor, and the laughter and the fun and you fit and it’s amazing - but physically? Sexually? Nothing. You feel nothing. You’re still daydreaming about pizza rolls when you’re kissing on the couch, and nothing has changed.

So you think…another frog?

And you end things.

And you think it’s better that way.

And you think maybe you were just excited over a solid friendship and misinterpreted what you were feeling.

But then you find an internet post that is far too relatable. You find an artist that has put into words the exact way you’ve been feeling for years. You find a comic that sends a shockwave of a revelation through your head and you feel - you feel whole. You feel unbroken. You feel like this is what you were missing all along.

One word that makes you feel a little less alone, knowing there are others out there just like you.

Asexual.

A person who feels no physical attraction toward others.

Sometimes they want to be physically intimate with their partner even though they feel nothing, but sometimes? Sometimes they really really don’t.

And it’s okay.

And it has a name.

And it’s not broken.

…and I would tell you all of this if I felt like I could. But.

But.

It’s just a phase and you’d be happier with a partner and that’s a childish response.

Is it any wonder I have never explained what my purple striped pendant really means?

[meyexe]

Bruh, he's such a birdybrain. No, he's actually cute and you can sympathize with him, I don't argue. Maybe during the first season, when I first started watching Helluva Boss, I liked him because he had a cool vibe and his role was not overloaded - he was just a family man, not a very responsible ruler and a preoccupied lover. It's funny to some extent. But in the second season, they showed so many details of his life that this character simply became unpleasant to me. He does not try hard enough to achieve the role he aspires to. He should be a good father to Octavia, but he did not learn a lesson from their conversation in Lu-Lu-Land, so he continues to traumatize her because of his selfishness, and in the last episode that was released so far, he was ready to leave her and die. He wants to be a good lover, but... he did it better than being a good father, by the way, but he didn't have a very good story with Blitzo. Stolas lets him break the law, and then realizes her feelings for him and shows concern, but he doesn't think about how all this looks for Blitzo. Meeting whom was his birthday present, damn it. He gave up his title and the right to be a father for something that once cost a small coin. Yes, I'm sure that the day Stolas cheated on Stella was the happiest day in his life, because he finally felt that someone needed him. He can't give a decent rebuff to his wife, can't (but wants to) create a strong family for Octavia, he's addicted to happy pills, God forbid. What then?

If you're wondering who my favorite character is, it's Fizzarolli. He's a generous and nice guy :)

Updated: I just watched episode 12 and I was pleasantly surprised. Octavia acted so well and naturally, I'm so proud of her! I hope one day she will understand everything. Stolas finally got his act together and did something, so I just wish him strength and patience.

[regs-confessions]

you have free will to block me? What's the point of tagging me and asking either of us to block each other when you could have blocked me yourself?

I have heard maurader fans admitting mauraders bullied Severus but it's okay because "someone should have done it" and everyone took it with a grain of salt, it was funny. But god forbid a Severus fan says his abusive treatment towards kids was funny.

If you can like Barty who tortured Neville's parents to insanity, which doomed Neville for the rest of his life and traumatized him further by using Crucio in front of him, I can't like a guy who was verbally abusive to kids? I don't get your moral standards. If you can't handle Severus fans, you won't be able to handle Bellatrix or Voldemort fans.

It's fine to not like Severus because of him being abusive to children, you're allowed to not forgive him for that, that's a valid reason! But then liking regulus and Barty in the same breath for reasons that are completely made up? Interesting.

We do know a bit about canon regulus, I thought you were his fan? He isn't a completely unknown character like Mary McDonald or Dorcas Meadows is. He was anti Voldemort at the end but that doesn't mean he was pro muggle rights. He likely died as a blood supremacist, which means he wouldn't mind if Harry and the others were killed off, something that Severus would not be okay with.

Being attacked for not tagging properly is not a little thing, it's quite literally basic fandom etiquette. It's the same as reading a fanfic you thought was good but then it has untagged incest. This is Tumblr, you are going to get attacked with essay long responses. Why are you acting as if this isn't normal?

I can tell you're new here, just learn from your mistakes, it's not that hard.

In case you missed it, I didn’t tag you, the anon who sent the ask did and I just did what I’m doing now and posting it

Blocking goes both ways dear, you can hit that pretty little button (and actually bc this is a side blog tumblr won’t let me block all of you otherwise I would’ve by now)

And yes, we know a little bit about canon Regulus but we don’t know what he was like in school, as a person when he was alone, what his childhood was really like (other than the worst parents ever but no one likes to acknowledge the canon lines where Sirius makes it pretty clear they were abused, like I’m sorry people don’t run away from home at 16 and never talk to their parents again if they were good parents)

Something was miss-tagged on accident because I didn’t know a tag existed and you’re acting like I’m Voldemort and Umbridge’s freaky little tyrant baby

How many times does a person have to say “I didn’t know that an anti tag existed because it didn’t show up when I was typing in the fucking tags” for you all to understand that I wasn’t maliciously tagging but that doesn’t seem to matter to you (and I’m not new to tumblr hun but I’m fairly new to marauders tumblr and that’s a big difference)

This is over, it’s done, let it go and move on

You don’t know me, I don’t know you

My opinion of a man who doesn’t exist who was written by and awful person really shouldn’t have so much of an effect on you and your life that you feel the need to continuously try and beat a dead horse about it

I hope one day a random person’s opinion on something insignificant won’t matter as much to any of you that have been in my comments and reblogs about this

[72crowe89]

Spoilers for some of the Future Disney Live-Action films

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: The movie will either introduce Madeleine from the sequel or make Esmeralda return Quasimodo's affections ('cause God forbid general acceptance and deep platonic love be shown to be just as significant as romantic love). Frollo will just be racist without the lust that motivated him in the original film ('cause kids are more sensitive than there were in 1996, so no "Hellfire" for us). That lust will be transferred over to Phoebus, who will be a bad guy ('cause traditionally handsome men working for the authority are always evil nowadays), but not the racism (even though the original movie showed how fetishism and bigotry often exist at the same time). Esmeralda will save herself from Frollo ('cause girlbosses don't need no men to save them).

Hercules: Megara will be mind-controlled to do Hades' bidding, or at least be magically prevented from telling Hercules the truth ('cause God forbid we have morally grey heroes who grow into better people in the end). She will also save herself from the River Styx ('cause girlbosses don't need no men to save them). Hercules will regain his strength another way, like fighting the titans without his powers (we need that big action set piece). Ultimately, both of them will be made gods ('cause what value is mortality when you can have divinity?).

The Emperor's New Groove: Kuzco is going to keep his same personality even after being redeemed ('cause its funny), but he's going to jump into reforming his empire ('cause just becoming a better person is too small). Kronk is going to get even more focus, and Yzma is going to be the put-upon advisor that is just the victim of Kuzco's arrogance (screw her response to this being to murder him, or her own ambitions). She will be apologized to and redeemed in the end (although probably still treated the same way since this Kuzco is only slightly less of a jerk).

Atlantis: The Lost Empire: Most of the expedition won't know about Rourke's plan ('cause God forbid we have morally grey heroes who grow into better people in the end). Kida will save herself from Rourke ('cause girlbosses don't need no men to save them). The Atlanteans will come to the surface and share their energy source with the rest of the world ('cause God forbid a society focuses on benefiting their own people only instead of everyone else).

Brother Bear: Kenai's murder of Koda's mother will be changed into an accident ('cause God forbid we have morally grey heroes who grow into better people in the end). Kenai and Koda will still have their brotherly relationship, but Kenai will not return to being a bear. 80% of the movie will be animal hijinks.

The Princess and the Frog: Tiana will be right all along-singularly focusing on opening her restaurant rather than living life beyond that is the right thing to do. Her affirming this will be what breaks the curse, not her love for Naveen ('cause girlbosses don't need no men period). Naveen getting a job will be his storyline. Charlotte will be the classic rich bitch actively working against Tiana ('cause the racism message needs to be as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face, so why no use the most prominent White character in the cast?). Doctor Facilier will be shown to be just be a victim of society (screw the fact that his plan is to sell the souls of everyone in New Orleans to Hell), and him being dragged into Hell will be changed to something else ('cause kids are more sensitive than there were in 2009, so no "Friends on the Other Side (Reprise)" for us).

What other "spoilers" can you think of?

[mothman-dyke]

Writing all of this out does make me feel a little "pictures pinned to a corkboard connected by red string" but in the days following the election I find it less and less surprising that Donald Trump won. It's a confirmation of what we've always known to be true-- that society and America fucking hates women. (Obviously people of color, immigrants, gays as well but this is a post about misogyny.) And I allowed myself to maintain some hope-- that people were broadly well intentioned, that the majority of Americans would not choose, after everything, to bring him into office again. This hope was a mistake; it was a mistake back in 2016 when he was elected in the face of his misogyny and violence against women and it was a mistake this time.

we bear responsibility for this in many ways. Not least among them is the rise of a very specific strain of misogyny and woman-hate, one cultivated and spread in MRA, MGTOW, and incel circles, but in no way limited or insular. This brand of misogyny has become ubiquitous in our culture and crept into liberal, progressive, and leftist spaces, where we handwring about how really, men are the biggest victims, and the male loneliness epidemic, and meanwhile label any attempt at feminist thought or (God forbid) activism as white feminism, TERF-ery, etc. this misogyny, which we have, as much as anyone else, allowed to proliferate, is the bread and butter of male trump voters. (Take a peek at some of what those guys are saying on Twitter and threads!)

So the part of this where I start feeling very corkboard-and-thread is that I think the writing was on the wall for years and my big example of this? 2022: Depp v Heard. Remember that misogynistic hate campaign against a woman who dared to speak out about a mans violence towards her? Remember the #edgy tiktoks mocking her rape testimony, the sex toys mimicking her account of her assault, the endless mockery under the guise of "supporting male victims" (support which btw ended at Depp lol did y'all see them advocating for anyone else?) this huge cultural event embodies and reflects our attitude about women AND men. Fuck women who speak out! And we'll do anything for a man if he played a pirate in a movie that was good 20 years ago, or if he promises cheaper gas. Misogyny is the same and in that moment people across political parties came together to say "yeah, fuck women! Woman-hate is ok/good/funny/great!"

The other thing is just a rise in complete disrespect and dismissal for feminist thought, theory, activism in leftist, progressive, and liberal spaces. There is a real hostility towards feminists in these spaces regardless of the fact that many of them consider themselves pro feminist "safe spaces" feminists who have been raising the alarm about incels, men's rights activism, MGTOW, depp-fans, progressive misogyny, or just plain ol sexism have been written off as hysterical or characterized as bigots-- regardless of whether or not they are inclusive and intersectional, or even trans/women of color themselves.

We wanna think we have nothing to do with this but we do! We wanna think we didn't do this but we did! We have allowed woman-hate to rise and flourish and now we're upset with the results. All the while the same women who have raised alarms from the start, will be dismissed and told that our oppression isn't real or cause for concern in the face of the other, "real" oppression of others.

There isn't like a point to this it's just a shout into the void from someone who sees men bragging about how they own and control the bodies of women in America, and who has to live in one of those bodies every day.

The moral I am choosing is not to give up hope. It is that I will strip the blinders from my eyes. America hates women. America wants women in chains, unable to vote, barefoot and pregnant and beaten, raped, and dead. The moral I am choosing is that I'll continue to funnel my energy into my fellow women, of all classes races sexualities and abilities and do better. The moral is also that I'll stop even pretending patience for the patriarchal bullshit spewing from across the political spectrum.

[brilliantorinsane]

The Apple

Okay but when Mccoy beams down right after Kirk and Spock and for some reason the camera keeps cutting between him looking around the planet and Kirk and Spock just. Staring like they're drinking him in.

"Primitive people" I've got a bad feeling about this one lads ...

Spock: *almost dies for Kirk* Kirk: Wow! No Thanks! I hated that!

I mean Kirk doesn't say that he says "Trying to get yourself killed. Do you know how much Starfleet has invested in you?" because this guy is worse at emotions than Spock sometimes.

When Kirk is blaming himself for the deaths on the mission and goes "I dropped my guard for a minute, because I like the smell of growing things" wait Jim I know you're having a crisis right now but that's so endearing

Also that's another entry in the 'Kirk sees himself getting nice things as a betrayal of the needs of others' counter.

Aaand the 'primitive' tribal people are painted red. I do not like this!!!!!

When Spock is blown back by the force field and Kirk grabs his wrist to help Spock up, then it cuts to the rest of the group just to show Chekov and Landon exchanging a knowing smirk before cutting back to Kirk and Spock. What was that about

When Bones says "well there goes paradise" because Val forbids sex Spock seems to zone out of the ongoing conversation to stare at Bones for. a while.

Damn, this planet has it out for Spock. First the plant-darts, then the force field, then I glance away from the screen for half a second and he's sailing through the air from a lightening strike.

Eyyyy they let one whole woman do a bit of fighting! She put your average Kirk battle to shame, too.

The Prime Directive: you must not interfere, even at the cost of your life. The TOS Team: ... we're gonna shoot their god.

Yes I have complained about that 👆 and adjacent behaviors before and I'm about to complain again. But it's also pretty funny.

I am with Spock on this one though. As always they're given the out of 'we have to interfere or everyone on the Enterprise will die', but plot contrivances aside I remain on team 'let's not merk their whole way of life after observing it for approx. two hours.'

In terms of the whole 'freedom and progress vs controlled stagnation and ease' dichotomy (which they keep returning to—I could write a whole other essay about that) I'd have liked it better if they stuck closer to the the Adam and Eve story. ie if the villagers had chosen knowledge in response to the 'temptation' (intentional or not) of the Enterprise crew, instead of the crew ... force-feeding them the apple or whatever the equivalent metaphor is here.

From a character perspective I find everyone's complete inability to talk about sex obnoxious (some of them sure, but everyone ... ?). However from the meta perspective of this airing in the sixties so that they literally can't talk about sex, it's pretty funny. When it's impossible to talk about the thing but every other hour your find a new way to Not Talk About It, Loudly.

[crystallizedkingdoms]

TAZ NC: Forget

Avi’s memory fails for the first time.

wc: 1,210

you can also read this on ao3 <3

my first fic for @taznovembercelebration. twirls hair. I’m most likely gonna be veryyyy inconsistent (aiming for Sunday, Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays but no prommy) and very likely gonna be pretty johavi centric so well theres that. but it’s okay it’s gonna be very fun yayy!!! yippeee! Enjoy 💖💖💖

Memory falters on the third anniversary of the Day of Story and Song. 

Avi’s memory was far, far too good on the first anniversary. Every single memory seemed to plague his mind that first night, his voice stuck in the cracks of his broken heart that no amount of drink could fill. The second anniversary went much, much better, as Magnus dragged him out of the house to enjoy the musical festivities celebrated all in Johann’s— his  Johann’s— honour.

When the third anniversary comes around, Avi’s in his home, but there is no drink in sight. The living room window is open, sunbeams and symphonies from a nearby celebration fill the house with music and life. Avi hums along to every note, all of it memorized so deeply he’s convinced that each piece has been etched into his soul. Avi sits down on his chair closest to the window and lets his eyes rest. The afternoon festivals tend to be a little too happy than what Avi is ready for, so instead he waits by the window, listening to the sounds of bards trying their best to match Johann’s greatness.

Avi’s hums verberate in his chest. He follows along with one piece, the closest to him, and matches along with every note possible. This piece, oh how popular it’s gotten, is one that Johann had written after Magic Brian had died. The rumours surrounding the piece have been strange, and it was one of the first things to make him laugh in his first year of depression.

“…Can you believe they think it’s some secret love song you had for him?” Avi whispers. To nobody, to somebody, but not to everybody. “It’s a little funny, honestly. I’m not mad. You’ve written plenty enough cheesy love songs for him that I can actually make fun of you for. No need to make up another one.”

It’s kind of an embarrassing habit, Avi knows. Gods forbid anyone, especially Magnus, heard that he still falls into this little spell of talking to a lover who’s no longer here. Avi wouldn’t hear the end of it. That’s why he reserves it for quiet days like these. Alone and loving.

Avi strains his ears and listens. One, two, three… there! “Hah. They always fail on that one, you know? Yeah, you probably know. You probably get pissed about it all the time up there. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to show off all the time, even in your intimate compositions.” It’s a silly jab, he knows that Johann wasn’t necessarily showing off. He was just that good, in private and in public. There was no need to pretend he wasn’t.

Still, Avi loves to poke fun at him and the performers. That connection, however frail, is easy and hard to forget. I mean, come on, it’s impossible to forget their banter from back then. It’s Avi’s own little form of song, something so unique to them that he remembers it like the back of his hand. Johann says something serious, Avi teases something about the way it was said or why Johann said it, and Johann would quip back. 

Avi tries to imagine what Johann would say in response. 

Not my fault they can’t reach my fucking level. 

Wow. That sounds… weirdly mean. No, no, Johann wasn’t that rude. How silly.

I wasn’t showing off, dude. And it was barely intimate. 

Ugh, no. Johann didn’t sound like that. He didn’t sound like that at all. Did he?

Avi feels his heart pound in his chest. 

Hah, right. I think it cements my place as the best violinist ever. These guys can’t match my level if they tried, 

That felt more right, but the voice in his head didn’t match. Johann’s voice was deeper than that? But, no, it wasn’t too deep. And it couldn’t have been that monotone, right? 

Avi’s eyes open and he straightens up on his seat. The music from the outside world becomes loud, far too loud, and suddenly he doesn’t want to hear it. He can’t hear it. How could he stand to hear it, when he’s struggling to hear his boyfriend’s voice clear in his mind? Why couldn’t he remember what Johann really sounded like?

Avi. His own name. Avi would remember what Johann saying his name would sound like, right? Avi, Avi, Avi, Johann would always say his name like that, under his breath, like it’s the most important word in the world. Avi imagines it in his head, and he thinks that’s it. That’s Johann’s voice. No need to worry, he’s still there. Avi hasn’t forgotten Johann.

…but the inkling of doubt clouds Avi’s mind like a familiar static.

Avi stumbles out of his chair. He reaches and shuts the window closed again, and suddenly, the thought of ever opening them makes him feel sick. Avi casts away any thoughts of music or festivities and he tries to focus only on Johann, Johann, Johann as his hands search his living room. His brain scrambles to pick up each and every memory of Johann, searching deep for the memory of voice. Yet every memory sounds slightly different. Some sound completely stranger to him. Some sound almost like a parody of what Johann must have sounded like.

Avi opens the junk drawer of a console table. His hand dives into the garbage of years well-lived until his fingers grasp a smooth, round object. He picks it up with trembling hands. Shortly after the Day of Story and Song, Lucas Miller had created small copies of a device that recorded the knowledge sent out by the Voidfish. Including the bard’s final inspiration. 

He had sworn off of using it during that second year, after he listened to it nonstop during his first year of pain. Avi wonders how terrible of a mistake he has made. Avi clicks the button right in the middle and his pounding heartbeat roars in his ears so loud that he worries he won’t hear Johann’s words. But they shine through. They always do. 

“You’re going to have to fight. And… you’re gonna win!” Johann’s voice pierces through the silent room. Avi’s breath hitches in his throat. He has a low voice, as Avi remembered, but has it always been as deep as that? His voice is passionate, as all were on that fateful day, but even then his distinctive flat tone gives him away. The voice is so familiar, yet jarringly surprising to hear.

How could Avi forget Johann’s voice?

“Oh, Johann,” Avi cracks. Tears swell up in his eyes with no second to recuperate. He presses the button once again, and he listens to Johann’s voice. His heart aches to remember every single little inflection in every syllable, every tone, until Avi could never forget it again. How could he forget it? When all that Johann ever asked for was to be remembered, his boyfriend can’t even fulfill that only three fucking years later— 

Avi pulls the device to his chest and sobs. “Johann,” Avi cries out. Repeating his name and pressing that button over and over and over and over again. Until it drowns out any piece of music in remembrance of Johann that plays outside. Until memory falters, and an obsession relapses.

[yallmakemyassitch]

Alright, just for you I'll select my first handful from the alphabet for Nikusa. 😉

What are Q, T, U, V, R, S, P?

Woohoo! I can edit asks again! Coming in hot with these headcanons! So sorry for dying on you guys for so long, exams are coming up and life is complicated but I'm getting through it (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

My Christmas present is still in the works (yeah I'm late but you still deserve a gift!) but I hope to get it out by the end of the weekend. Anyways enjoy the headcanons, I love and appreciate you goobers very much ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ🩷!!!

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Q - Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

Initially Nikusa would be a bit confused, she's not used to being asked such personal questions and most people come to her to hopefully strike a deal with her. She might get a little flustered given the absurdity of the question. The most you'll get is a 'I don't know?' with an amused smirk and cocked eyebrow.

T - Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Playing investigator on their body; crawling her fingers up and down your body to bring out your worst reaction and best spot. The entire time she's just...talking, pointing out every detail she notices and coos when you react badly to her tickling and teases. "Right here, right here, right over here and oh, I can't forget this spot either! *chuckles* Aw, that's so cute, I'm telling everyone about this!"

U - Do they have some unusual tickles spots? Where?

Her thighs and knees. They are extremely ticklish and sensitive, much to the chagrin of the void queen. She hates it when someone manage to get their hands on her, it makes her go weak and behave in a way she'd never thought. Like a child, Nikusa encases her arms around her body and can do nothing but laugh until the ler lets up. God forbid there's more than one person taking her apart. (ESPECIALLY if it's Agoti and his friends)

It's all very adorable and her reaction to it all is very amusing. The almighty Void Queen giggling at mere pinches on her lower knee? Hilarious. However, this spot will trigger an unyielding vengeance within her that promises her to get back at you twice as hard as how you treated her that day. But Nikusa is unpredictable and very sly, so you'll never know if it will be the next day or next month.

V - As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Agoti for sure. He clearly hates her and she knows it, it's a different story when he tries something slick like tickling her. He's a prideful asshole with a smart mouth and needed a quick and swift humbling. It was always funny to see him thrashing in her hands as Nikusa lifted him to her level, shouting, demanding, to be let go. Nikusa would simply squeeze his ribs, watching his rage engulfed face turn into a goofy, terrified grin. She made sure to do it nice and slow, over and over again rapid fire until the angry boy was red and shrieking.

It was funnier when Solazar and Aldryx were around, the father that raised him to be a strong, skilled fighter was the same one reduced to a cackling puddle. It knocked Agoti down his smartass pedestal for sure, hopefully Agoti would realize just how insignificant he was to her and could defeat him in an instant, despite not using violence.

R - Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

A lee surprisingly, but don't get comfortable too fast as she is plotting lol (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

S - If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Offering yourself up to her, huh? Intriguing really. Nikusa will be highly amused by this and will tease and taunt you endlessly about it. Even she knows a safe word is necessary as she isn't exactly mortal and does not understand things like their boundaries. She'll be twice as alert as she normally is instead of tormenting you right off the bat but she'll be even more taunting, making sure you giggle your heart out.

To make it worse, Nikusa will make the safe word 'tickle' just to torment you and finds it amusing you can hardly even belt the word out without giggling your lungs out.

P - If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Nikusa would join hands with Aldryx. While their relationship has never been emphasized (Ago and Sol canonically dislike her), I can imagine their relationship to be surprisingly cordial, maybe even friendly at times. Aldryx is far too laid back to make enemies and is fairly approachable, so you'll be more likely to get a positive response than a negative one.

He gets serious when he has to, a tickle fight is not one of them. If Nikusa brings up the idea to Aldryx, who it is they are targeting will greatly affect his response. Most of the time, it's his little brother, so of course he won't hesitate to mess with the shitstain. The pair jump him, Aldryx doing most of the restraining while Nikusa goes ham, much to Agoti's suffering.

Well wowie, wasn't that an experience! It feels so good to do that again and these headcanons are definitely an upgrade compared to my old ones. My Nikusa interpretation mostly stems from CougarMcDowell's dubs and Aldryx is from a multitude of sources, mostly me since the 'cool as ice brother but ultimately still a bastard of a brother' trope is interesting to me (don't fret tho, Aldryx loves Agoti very much 🩷) ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ giggles ok bye

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I don't really have an idea in my mind rn. But i do want to request ( if you dont mind ) protective König or jealousy König either of them are interesting for me

And just wanted to say that all of ur works are amazing !! *chef kiss*

( ignore my grammar, I'm quite bad at english TT )

Hello love!! I'm so happy you liked my writings hehe and don't worry about your English, it's completely fine 🫶♥️

Jealous König drabble

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Jealous König is a rarity. In fact, it's a "blink and you miss it" sort of reaction. That is because he doesn't show off how it bothers him when you laugh at other men's jokes or don't immediately shrug someone off when they lay a hand on your shoulder. Unless he notices that you're uncomfortable - which he never misses, by the way - he won't act on it.

In his mind, he has no control over who you think is funny or who you let touch your body. He trusts you, with his whole body, mind and heart, and respects your integrity as a person, a strong individual, a partner. It doesn't mean he can't feel jealous, but it slowly simmers in his body as he tries not to let it show.

He knows that jealousy comes from a place of insecurity, of seeing himself as not enough to fill your needs. Another source of insecurity is that nasty bug in the back of his head telling him how you would replace him at the drop of a hat for someone more capable of filling those needs.

Jealousy to König means insecurity, anger, greed. He always wants to be a better man for you, and that means getting ahold of his emotions and keep them down, lest he does something that - God forbids - hurts you.

He is quiet in general, as a default setting, especially in large gatherings. And his eyes always search for and find your figure no matter the situation. So you don't instantly notice that his blood is slowly boiling in the inside at the mere thought of another man shooting his shot with you. For the past ten minutes, König has been looking for any clue in your body language that indicated that this private was making you uncomfortable, just so he could stomp over to you and scare the shit out of him away.

You feel his stare, so you turn to him and smile sweetly before you notice that his eyes don't crinkle at the edges like he usually does as a response. The man next to you - you already forgot his name, that's how unimportant he is to you - continues talking about some of his accomplishments back in highschool, but you tune out his voice in order to study König a little more.

His posture is rigid, his arms crossed over his chest and his breathing slow. Even from across the bar where the party is happening, you can feel a threatening aura emanating from him, as if you're watching a hungry tiger ready to pounce.

Usually, your blood fills with endorphins when you notice König staring at you, as that tends to be an indicator that he wants you. But this is a different stare, and fills your blood with ice. König emanates anger.

After being so intimate with König for a few months, you have learned to pick apart the clues in his behaviour. And right now, you want to kick yourself in the face for not noticing sooner. The man next to you - who you considered no more than background noise at this point - could end up bedridden for who knows how long if you didn't do something quick.

You look again at him and interrupt him with a smile, making sure that König could read your lips from where he was: "nice to meet you, uh," you quickly glance at his tag, "private Lang, but I'm going to join my boyfriend now." The private just stared owlishly at you as you got up and left some bills on the counter, before turning and walking towards König of all people.

Konig himself felt a mixture of different emotions: pride that you called him your boyfriend, relief because you preferred him over that dude, annoyance that it took you so long to leave that guy behind, and utter giddiness over being called your boyfriend in such a public setting. (He would swallow the last one down and leave it for a talk later).

He also got up and opened the door for you, indicating that he was more than ready to finally have you all to himself, and you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the long night of atonement you had in front of you.