#oooo wait I just made a metaphor!!!!!

[forgottenfeesh]

Also just a thought to think of (if that makes sense which I’m 99% sure it doesn’t)

I keep seeing fan art of Logan being controlled by Remus , Janus and orange but don’t forget literally all the other sides have been doing it to him for the entire show.

Like who made him turn more apathetic as a desperate attempt to get people to listen to him.

Who made him stop talking about his passion because he got a little pissy that Logan had some attention.

Maybe even the dark sides are trying to free him from this so he can actually be himself.

Just a thought.

[jarofstyles]

Teenage Dirtbag 5

Here we go again! I decided to bring back Fratrry in the rotation. For those of you who didn’t read them yet (or forgot) check out the series masterlist. These updates are shorter so I can get them out somewhat frequently instead of making you wait hehe.

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WC- 1.5k

Warnings- asshole H, angst, Y/N putting him in his place as usual

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Harry knew he should be a bit more cautious when it came to Y/N but… god, how could he not try and push the envelope if it meant her maybe giving into it again? 

The reality of it was that Y/N, a girl who hated his guys most likely, had been the best fuck he’d ever had. She had blown his mind in the literal and metaphorical sense, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Fate had a funny way of working, sure, but he couldn’t be too mad considering he knew their chemistry was too good to push away completely. 

H: what do ya want from the cafe, baby doll? 

Y/N: nothing that you’ve touched. 

Harry smirked at his phone. So predictable, already back with the snarky responses. It worked him up a bit, thinking about how this snarky girl had pleaded for more, kissed him sloppily as his balls smacked against her ass and dragged her nails down his scalp. Such a sweet thing for him that night had gone right to being sour as soon as she left. 

H: ok, so you want me to lick your cake pop. Got it. 

H: it isn’t like we haven’t shared saliva before ;) 

Y/N: yeah, lick on it and then choke . Let me know how that goes so I can cancel our session this afternoon. 

The hope was to bring the sessions here one day. As much as Y/N had disdain towards him, the sparks had flown during sex. She had loved it just as much as he did- he’ll, during their last round she had pushed him on the bed and rode his cock until he was sensitive, her nail marks left on his chest for days. 

H: I’ve got something else you can choke on, baby

Y/N: I will quite literally not show up today, your grades be damned. 

His lips puffed in a pout. He was pushing it, but it was so fun to rile her up. Eventually, he hoped she would give in and like him. See the fun parts of him like other people did- but for now, he would play this game. Cat and mouse… though he wasn’t quite sure which one he was. 

H: fineeee. I’ll be good. 

For now. 

Y/N: please do. It was a mistake and we don’t need to keep bringing it up. 

It was a mistake he very much wanted to repeat, over and over again. 

H: yes, maam. I’ll see you at 2 🫡

Y/N: don’t be late, I’m serious. I have something afterwards and I can’t be late 

H: oooo, a hot date? 

Y/N: yes, actually. So don’t fuck this up or you aren’t getting your full hour. 

His smirk quickly fell. 

She was going on a date? With fucking who? 

That wasn’t in his plans. For some reason, guiltily, he hadn’t anticipated the idea of someone else making a move on the girl he wanted to fuck. Let alone her accepting. She seemed like such an ice queen with him that it led him to forget just how sweet she was to literally everyone else.

It was slightly infuriating, how everyone had nothing but good things to say about her. She was nice and she helped out this person when they moved, she helped plan this persons birthday party, she spotted this person 5 when they went to get coffee… there was no denying everyone else got the sweet parts while all the sourness was reserved for him. 

And yet, he still pushed her. Still played this game and taunted her because how the fuck else was he supposed to get her attention? He was going to have to kick it up a notch.  

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“Who’s the date with?” He asked in the middle of their session, ignoring the paper in front of him as he looked at her. She was way more dressed up than he’d seen her at a tutoring meet before, a little skirt that brushed her thighs and a little button up tucked into it giving it a sweet but sexy combination that made him a little twitchy. 

In all honesty it had been hard to focus since he seen her today. All he could think about was how those pretty lips had been bitten and swollen from his kisses, how they’d curled around his name so fucking sweetly that it had his cock stirring at the memory. Her perfume was seemingly freshly applied and it was interfering with his brain chemistry or something, because all he wanted to do was throw the books to the side and pull her up to straddle his lap. 

He imagined her hands knocking off his SnapBack, tangling in his hair as she rode his cock right in the secluded part of the library. His hands under her skirt and gripping her plush ass yet again, unbuttoning that little shirt and leaving more marks on her skin. 

Marks he caught a glimpse of as she suddenly looked up at him. 

“His name is Derek.” She cleared her throat. “He asked me out on Monday so I decided to say yes. He’s really nice.” For some reason she looked embarrassed by the information she had divulged, like she hadn’t meant to say all of that. 

That sneaky little minx. 

“Uh huh…” he let his eyes linger on the bruising that was fading but not quite covered by the collar of her shirt. “And what is Derek going to think of this pretty little thing?” 

It was gentle, his knuckle lightly brushing over the mark he remembered sucking during the first round. He knew he had caused some nice little lovebites but that one was still healing, so it was probably a dark one. Fuck, it probably looked hot as fuck when it was first developing. “Suits you, y’know. My marks on your skin. I could put some more there, If you want.” 

He was pushing it and he knew it, getting closer to her as his nose brushed her cheek. She wasn’t pushing him away, so he counted that as a good sign. “I could take you back to my place and I could give you quite a few more. A refresher course because… I highly doubt this guy is gonna be able to make you squirt all over his dick. Which you did with me, twice.” He hummed, letting his fingers fall a bit deeper down the collar of her shirt. “I don’t think he’s going to give you what you need, princess. We already did it once and so we’ll… it would just make sense to do it again. I think we have gotten well enough acquainted that I could do the job.”

He hadn’t seen the cold drink coming. Poured all over his lap and seeping through his shorts, he yelped as the icy liquid  hit his skin. “Oi! What the fuck?” 

“I told you, last time was a one and done for this particular reason, Styles.” She snarled, grabbing her books and hurrying to shove them into her bag. “Because you’d be a fucking pig and see me as a sex object instead of a human being. I’m not some fucking challenge, I’m a girl with feelings and I- I told you, I wasn’t doing it again and it meant it!” 

“Babe- no, I wasn’t suggesting that at all. I’d never say that shit.” He tried to fight, unsure how it had gone south so fast. Apparently, he was shit at reading her cues. Worse than he originally thought. 

“You don’t have to say it. You suggest it. You don’t respect what I say. This is why I was never going to go and do anything with you. Who gives a fuck how hot you are if you’re an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t get his head out of his own ass to see exactly why people don’t like you.” Slinging her bag across her shoulder, she scowled at him. “This isn’t going to work. I’ll find you another tutor. I can deal with your stupid flirting, but throwing what we did in my face? Absolutely the fuck not.”

Harry didn’t have a chance to defend himself, feeling incredibly confused as she ran off. Any call of her name went ignored, the librarian hushing him as he made his way out of the doors but it was too late. She was god knows where. 

Who knew those legs could run so fast?

He was a little pissed that she was assuming he thought of her as some sort of object. He didn’t mean to make her feel any sort of way about it all, not thinking he was throwing it in her face, but apparently she thought so. 

H: Y/N can you please come back???

H: I didn’t mean to upset you 

H: I know I can be a dick and that’s part of our thing but I never thought of you as a sex object and I never would 

H: I didn’t think I was throwing it in your face 

H: can you answer me please????

H: I don’t want a new tutor, I want you :( 

H: y/n, cmon 

H: alright, I’ll try again tomorrow. But we need to talk. Please.

[afewproblems]

For the Steddie Ask Game, 11 or 16 (or both :3)

Oooo thank you very much! (Sorry for the wait on the reply here!)

11. Which one would confess their attraction/love first and why?

Excellent question (and I was hoping to be asked this one!). My gut answer is to say Steve, I think he would 100% fall first and be on the cusp of saying it accidentally nearly all the time, especially whenever Eddie does something particularly sweet or endearing (made even more impossible to resist because the bastard doesn't even seem to realize how cute he is). But, Steve has been hurt before and would be pretty careful about not being the one to say it this time until he is so so sure that Eddie is at the same place he is in their relationship. Especially because Eddie is a runner and has no compunction about telling anyone and everyone this fact (With the one exception being the bats).

But even with that in mind, I think Eddie would confess first, eventually. Damn the consequences, he would take his lumps if needed and be pleasantly surprised by the results.

16. What Steddie Headcanon do you feel is overdone?

So, and maybe this is a weird opinion, I don't think there are overdone headcanons or tropes in fiction. I will actively seek out the same tags on AO3 for Steddie because I want to have a whole bowl of whump rather than just one scoop -does that metaphor make sense? (It's early here before work!)

And most writers here on Tumblr and AO3 do already put enough of their own spin on things for the same tropes to be enjoyed again and again because we all have different interpretations of the characters or we consider the butterfly effect, how one small change can snowball. Like the above question, there are so many ways that idea of who confesses first could play out in many different ways depending on the other characters that show up or depending on how you craft Steve and Eddie's inner world or how much they even know each other.

That's what makes fandom, and in particular the Steddie/Stranger Things fandom so cool and creative. I will never get tired of seeing the same headcanons because no two will be exactly alike.

(But I'm also very greedy haha!)

[sroloc--elbisivni]

💥🎙☯️ (for the fic writer asks)

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

that would be fairy tale, in the TMNT collective cyberpunk au! one is that i cowrote this with gel, and it was SO fucking fun to go back and forth. the metaphor and layers of unreliable narrator in this one are just. delightful.

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

oooo, toughie! partly because I don't listen to a lot of podfic. i think maybe dares for the first time, because it's one of my more poetic philosophical bullshit fics and it's a very single-narrator heavy fic. wait i just remembered Address exists. if I could get three different voices to play the library ladies that would be Hilarious.

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

i am, by nature, a skittish and easily spooked horse. happily i have way more confidence in socializing via screentext than in person, and bonding over shared topics is a nice safe ground to start from (i spend a lot of time during in person convos with new folks trying not to go haring off on excessive tangents but fandom is MADE for excessive tangents). i have always been of the opinion that talking to other people is a great way to build and continue excitement and create more fanworks, not just finished stuff but shared brainstorming and accumulated thoughts on a series and connection. the thing that rewired my brain earlier this year and has gotten me to start leaving more comments more regularly is that...talking is a way of extending joy. responding to something that brought you joy is a way of creating more joy. it all goes around and turns the waterwheel and makes a place for everyone to swim.

[toririvas]

Superpowereds liveblog part 2.

So Nick grew up in what, a mob casino? Wild! Insane.

Party for finals, held by upperclassmen. Cool.

PRESENTATION GUEST SPEAKER EH? a powered. Interesting. I get what Dean Blaine is trying to do but holy fuck, Nick is so paranoid. Like I get it, literally raised tht way whatever, but goddamn. Get this kid some Sertraline.

Party time! Nice to see Hersch out and about. I love that he's tapping Roy's memories for all the partying. As soon as someone starts pursuing Herschel and not Roy, I have a feeling Hersch is going to take on that "nerd that gets a TON but nobody understands why he does" stereotype. I'm not going to complain if it happens.

Fuckin. Is whiskey one of Roy's triggers? That's hilarious. God, having a cowboy brother/headmate is hilarious.

Alex clocks Nick having fun, partyboys Herschel and Nick content WHEN.

This guy Chris just cheats at beer pong but he can't hold his liquor because it's too good. Metaphor for something here, I can feel it. He gives up because Angela says to. Nice. Wonder what her deal is.

Alright, finals weeeeek! Nick's a movie guy, I love that. Vince is literally me prepping for shit. I love ya, silver.

NICK CALLED THEM HIS FRIENDS. AWH.

"Just an easygoing guy I guess." Nick you have OCD levels of paranoia and anxiety. Girl.

"if you want enlightenment, I think there's guys that have some." "Huh?" Oh my god, Vince you're a nerd ass.

VIDEO STORE WHAT Y E A R IS IT.

Finals! Nice.

Last man standing. Got it. Into the Labyrinth.

Okay, last three standing, top three killstreak. Neat.

"Do. Nothing." King shit.

Roy is out! Against an Amber. Neat! I think Roy deserves a pal or two. He's a dick, but I think some solid friends might be able to coax him into at least not being a TOTAL ass.

Alex and Vince team up? Fun.

Mary has located Nick. "Lead on, O champion of the misfit Supers." Ugh. They're so good dynamic wise.

"I'M NOT! A FUCKING! TELEPATH!" ALEX!!!MY LIL JEDI!!!

Alice knocked out two! Nice.

Vince ate his taser! Nice. Down Thomas goes.

Nick is using Mary as his stand. God. I kith him.

"Emotional growth can wait for later."

A siren? Oooo! How evil. Nice. Alex and Vince down.

"/Playboy/ has issues. /I/ have personality." Nick is just explaining how he reads people to the girl who can read his mind, because she doesn't get the context. Goddamn. "Mister sad-sack. Get some bitches."

"Does Vince really think of me as his best friend? 🥺"

Chad? Why can't she read Chad's mind I wonder? He wants to 1v1 Mary? Fuckin Pog.

I like Chad. I again just hear my fucking ex boyfriend in his VA. It's hard to hear.

"Sometimes doing the right thing leaves you feeling like an asshole."

I need to know WHYYY she can't hear Chad. Whyyyyyyyy. Oh my god he's altered his brain chemistry and frequency? That's so cool. I like Chad. He seems a cool guy.

Alice got GOT!

It's an invisibility person? Nick is out. That's the melbrook kids gone!

Final exam, Melbrook style. Climbing a fucking mountain?????? Christ.

Nick eye reveal after almost fucking dying? Aw. They're brown. That was a gay ass sentence, Vince.

Oh my god it's our bonding trip!!! Childhood trauma talking. I love all of them.

"You make the call." Nice. They're bondingggg.

"Nick, I'm right here." "Oh I know."

Christmas at home. Nick, Mary and Herschel are what I expected. Alice is so... Oh, baby girl. The maid is fucking Colleen Delaney, and my brain went /RUBY JOURNEY?/ because the other graphic audio production I listened to had her in a main character role, Deathstalker!

Found day. Vince...

We're back together! Nick won a car. What a dweeb. Vince is showing signs of that paladin rigidity.

Sasha! Nice. (And Julia, and the Murray twins.)

Alice keeps punching Nick. I'm amused. (Ellie spraying Ike with water also made me laugh. It's the same dynamic.)

The foley for this production is immense. The movie in the background of Numbers and Transport is good. I wonder what the lesson was. It's early, I'll probably get it later.

Alright, so we've got combat/alternative placings! Vince, Mary, and Herschel into combat, Nick and Alice into alt iirc?

Vince rn lmao

I had the system explained to me prior so I knew the whole "competing against past years" thing. That's wild, but it makes sense. They'd just try again anyway, might as well streamline the process. Ten spots for graduation, huh? I hope at least a couple of the Melbrook kids make it. I'm not expecting them to, but maybe I've just read too much Wildbow. He left his protagonists fate up to a dice roll. Nobody is safe over there.

Into combat and alt training. Holy shit, listening to Nick have a fucking seizure was delightful I mean, so crazy. Hell yes, alt training, that's where I'd want to go.

Herschel paRTYBOY ARC WE ARE GETTING ITTTTT

Alice and Mary dress up montage!!

WILL BUGGED JILL? LMAO!!!!

Jill sends dudes after Will. This is clearly like, a haha gay people funny joke, and yet, I'm amused. Is this homophobic of me or am I just like "Jill clocked her brother and is just going about it the wrong way and THAT is funny"

Camille... Shy? Camille- oh my god they've MET! That's ADORABLE! Oh shit she's the injury transferrer! In talking to my dad I've learned of her. Jeez. That's potent as hell. She's so baby. And Vince doesn't remember?? That's adorable.

Okay, cool, so Alice has a friend, that's neat. Let's expose Mary to some culture. I like it.

"Cute? /Him/? ///REALLY?///" Alice. Girl...

Hersch asked Mary! Good! Look at them bumble around like newborn fawns together. The fact that it specifically calls that she isn't using her power, too? Ughhhh!!! so cute

Combat training. Roy v Chad always, and then other combat partners. Nick keeps getting shut down for being mouthy, I think it's cute. Ugh. I could break him.

Roy getting continuously beat is so good. He's got that spirit though. Oh, Roy manifested to protect Herschel? That's adorable! I love all the little flashbacks. Ugh. Ugh!!! This is so emotionally investing!

Mary said "ya got daddy issues and you're taking it out on us" and Roy said "fuck off!" nice. Chad still wants to spar, what a... A Chad, I guess.

Parents weekend? Ooh. Tfw only two people in your dorm have parents that care. Sasha is so cute. I hope she doesn't die or something.

"Nick go hang out with Alice." "Fuck off." "Please?" "Fine." And he's having *fun* dammit. Even if he's getting shoes thrown at him.

Nick's got his... Bouncer? Mary has her parents, Hersch has his mom, and poor Alice is stuck hanging out with her dad who didn't actually come for her.

Nick wanted Vince to come along! Aw, baby BOY. Vince is just so nice.

"For a conman you sure have a strict moral code." Go comfort Alice, oh my goddd she's gonna cry dude! Look at her she's got anxiety!!!!!

Ohhhh my god he's putting on the fucking WILES. He's so!!! She's gonna collapse oh my god. No glasses too!!! Aaaaugh???

"We've only been together for a few minutes and you already know I'm into the kinky shit." "I am going to k i l l you." Fake dating ends me ends me ends me. I think I like them so much because I already write Essentially This Dynamic with mine and my friend's OCS. It's ridiculous.

Transport asking Vince to eat so he isn't alone. Hrghrhhrm.... adorable.

Ma Daniels, a competent woman after my own heart.

Date went solid, Alice is starting to /flutter/. Nick is solidly in denial that he likes his friends, or will call them his friends at all. Ugh.

Dean Blaine sounds like how I imagine Vice Principal Goldenhoard from d20. Big booming voice.

Chad isn't hangin out huh? Wild. Anyway Roy got slutshamed. Swag.

Part 2 officially complete.

Asking Mary out! There's some Otome game ass music in the background. I'm half expecting to hear a soft /Doki Doki!/

Everyone is just like "oh my fucking god FINALLY" lmao

Nick is playing into his avoidant streak, thinking he's going to make Alice hate him when really she's just going to get jealous. Wild play. It's Bubbles! She's cute. Poor thing is gonna get her heart broken.

Here's the point where I got into the car so imma speed summarize.

Alice getting a surprise birthday party was adorable! The Melbrooks really went all out and I'm glad, she deserves it. I was so wowed by Nick's gift that I audibly said "this is so cute I'm going to puke". What else... Vince has some sort of sexual trauma, inchresting. Ranged practice was before that and I? Am just so. Hmm, about Nick's upbringing. Three? You learned to shoot at three? I knew he was faking immediately, it reminded me of the scene in spiderverse where Miles gets every answer wrong on purpose. Vince cast chain lightning. Michaels got a drinking and ego problem.

Anyway, it's lake trip time. My impending sense of doom is building. Something is going to go wrong, I can feel it. There's no way finals will come THAT easy.

That will be all for today.

[keilemlucent]

long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want? 

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic. 

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days. 

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours. 

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much. 

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment. 

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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 Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk. 

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog. 

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

 Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them. 

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway. 

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine. 

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care. 

You were comfortable and content. 

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes 

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious 

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird 

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

 You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered. 

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too. 

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes. 

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion. 

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by. 

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse. 

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance. 

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows. 

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures. 

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly. 

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger. 

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished. 

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego. 

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office. 

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood. 

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk. 

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods. 

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up. 

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way. 

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control. 

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath. 

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on. 

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.” 

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. 

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants. 

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you. 

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you. 

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you. 

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming. 

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state. 

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold. 

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe. 

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body. 

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?” 

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment. 

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you. 

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you. 

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut. 

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically. 

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back. 

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed. 

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him. 

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides. 

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty. 

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?” 

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock. 

 “Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.” 

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best. 

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him. 

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded. 

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way. 

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

 Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily. 

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit. 

“You’re my good girl.” 

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his. 

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably. 

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god. 

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.” 

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw. 

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been. 

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness. 

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips. 

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted. 

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings. 

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech. 

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue. 

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right. 

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back. 

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet. 

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them. 

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained. 

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat. 

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full. 

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in. 

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer. 

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest. 

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it. 

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Prompt: usuk, Arthur's the captain of a merchant ship and Al works on the docks!

Ask and ye shall receive 😌

Words: 1459

For Arthur Kirkland, the sea had always been a siren. Ever since he was a boy living near the beaches of England, the waves had entranced him, wind whipping through his sandy coloured hair as he stared out at the tides. The smell of salt thick in the air, the feeling of his cheeks turning rosy due to the expected ocean cold even on the hottest of summer days. The burn of said salty air travelling to his lungs; the thrill of it.

Convincing dear old dad to turn his business into an international trade was hard but, by God, was it worth it.

When Arthur had gone to him at sixteen with piles of papers and research, after a decade and a half yearning for the waves, he’d never expected his father would say yes. Who would send their teenager to the sea, so much of which was unknown? No one with sense. But, Arthur had inherited the Kirkland stubbornness and, after hours of drilling his tiring father, he’d finally been given the go ahead to take hold of some of his father’s stocks, invest in some ships, and turn their family trading business global.

His father seemed to relax a little more when their profits had doubled in the first six months alone. Then tripled the next year, and the year after that, and so on. Eventually, his father’s attitude was completely shifted. The teenage son he’d sent out to sea had grown up. Now, he claimed with upmost pride that his son, Captain Arthur Kirkland, was an inspiring and hardworking young entrepreneur, just as he himself had been. Arthur was successful. He certainly didn’t have a bad word to say about him when asked by friends and rivals alike, or the daughters of other wealthy businessmen or even nobles. Arthur had a bright future, was as quick with his wit and gentlemanly charm as he was with transactions, and he certainly had inherited the handsome Kirkland genes, too. Oh, Mr Kirkland was sure Arthur was to bring forth even greater fortune. Not a bad word to say at all.

Little did he know, however- Arthur did not care for the money- Well, not a lot. Or women. Not that his father needed to know that. The power was nice, freeing, captivating- Being able to tell an entire crew to jump and each one of them, in earnest, would say ‘how high’? They would lick his very boots if he deemed it necessary. But what he really cared for was moments like this.

This, where Arthur stands on the mast of his ship, looking up at the sun, hand only just covering his eyes from the brightness. His grin is wide, putting dimples into his slightly freckled cheeks. He looks over the ocean view just as they’re sailing towards a group of islands. Arthur has been here a couple times before, but it was certainly always a sight. The Caribbean had always felt like a second home- The warm climate and clear aqua coloured waters didn’t hurt either.

It doesn’t take long to pull into one of the shipyards. Arthur waits until the last of his crew with duties to see to on land are off the boat before making his descent, dropping with a thud onto the wooden deck. He smiles again at the sound of bustling streets admits crashing waves on golden beaches, the squawk of birds soaring over ships and palm trees.

The buckles of his boots clink as he strides down the boat ramp, pausing at the base to look over at the crowded shipyard. People scurry left and right, some moving cargo, some preparing to board fishing boats, some surveying the various treasures lying amongst the merchant stalls that litter the docks.

One of the stalls catches the Captain’s eyes. Not for the treasures, though. At least not the inanimate kind. This treasure was a man- A man who certainly passed as a treasure in Arthur’s fine opinion. His hair was as golden as the coin Arthur spent his days collecting, eyes as blue as sapphires in the finest of jewellery, and his complexion a lovely bronze colour- All gold and jewels and metal. A remarkable find indeed. If people were the treasures that pirates and such sought, this man would be a pirate’s wet dream. Well, Arthur wasn’t a pirate, but he was a Captain and, surely, didn’t Captains get the best treasures?

He saunters over, lets his finger caress over some of the items on the stall, though his eyes are busy analysing the hint of muscle under a tight-fitted shirt, upper arms plentiful with thew and flexing with every move the seller makes. They lock eyes and Arthur turns his gaze down, picking out a ring. It’s made from gold, encrusted with two gems in the middle: a sapphire on top, an emerald on the bottom. There’s a second one next to it, this one with the gems switched in position, the emerald above, the sapphire below. Arthur’s never thought blue and green worked well together, but perhaps he should start to- They did compliment one another. Similar, but different enough to each shine brightly in their own right. The thought was…Nice, freeing, captivating. Familiar and new all at once. Arthur was usually a man of lust, but perhaps love was just as powerful. Well, it’s too early to say love, but certainly the possibility of love at least. Now that was intriguing- Worth exploring, was it not? Any good Captain explored the unknown, and Arthur was not just a good Captain, he was a successful one.

“They come as a pair,” The merchant says. He reaches over picking up the second ring. His thumb runs over the gems, eyeing the emerald intently. “I think sapphire would suit you.”

“And emerald, you.” Arthur replies.

The man’s lips curl upwards slightly. “I’m not the one buying.”

“A shame, really. You’d look good with green on you.”

The merchant laughs, makes sure Arthur’s eyes lock with his again by tilting his own head down into the shorter man’s line of sight playfully. “You English?”

“What gave it away?” Arthur’s own mouth curls upwards. “What about you? Where’s your accent from?”

“The New World.”

“Oh,” Arthur looks intrigued. “I’ve been a couple times, haven’t heard an accent like yours yet.”

The merchant shrugs. “Should’ve met me sooner then.” His grin is confident, and he leans forward against the table. “I’m Alfred, Alfred F. Jones.”

“F?”

“Freedom.”

Arthur pauses, eyeing him. “Freedom?”

“My folks were the kind to make a statement.” He shrugs again.

Arthur makes a sound halfway between a scoff and a chuckle. “I see…Arthur Kirkland.” The Brit raises his hand, Alfred takes it firmly- Strong grip, lovely fingers.

“Like the trading company?”

“Precisely. My apologies, perhaps I should’ve been clearer- I’m Captain Arthur Kirkland, of the Kirkland Trading Co.”

“Oooo, Captain? Fancy.”

“And you, what do you do?”

“Usually help the ships dock and sail. I’m only on this stall to fill in for a friend- They’re uh- Busy at the moment. Shouldn’t be gone much longer, though.”

“Busy how?”

“They’re being visited by a gentleman.”

“The owner of this stall is a woman?”

“No, a man.”

“I see,” Arthur hums, looking around them. Everyone's far too busy to be listening in. "Do you have any gentlemanly friends?"

"No," Alfred eyes trail over Arthur, hardly discreet at all. "But you seem like a gentleman."

"I am- Both literally and...Metaphorically speaking."

"Good to know," Alfred reaches forward and takes the ring from Arthur. His hand brushes against the Brit's and his fingers truly are lovely. He stares straight at Arthur, eyes piercing. "Like I said, my friend should be back soon. If you're interested in the merchandise, I'd be happy to deliver it to you later when I've spoken to the owner."

"I certainly am interested in the merchandise." The corner of Arthur's mouth tugs upwards into a smirk. "I suppose I'll see you this evening."

"I suppose you will." Alfred grins, winking. Arthur's not so sure his heart doesn't stop at that. He clears his throat, moving from the table.

"I do actually want the rings."

"Of course, Captain." God- Alfred was as teasing as he was confident, apparently- Cocky but in a glorious way that had Arthur stirring. The word fits his mouth beautifully, rolls from his tongue and drips from his lips. Arthur wonders how it would sound without such confidence, when Alfred was desperate and begging. That was a wonderful thought indeed.

Arthur bids a sweet goodbye and walks back towards his ship, a slight bounce in his step as he eagerly waits for the sun to set. What a beautiful evening it was going to be.

[loseyoutoloveme]

will you do a song by song review for life support? i really liked the ones for sweetener and thank you next!

oh absolutely, i’d love to! thank you for asking and being interested 🖤 all thoughts below.

the beginning:

this was such a great way to open this album, it’s so cinematic and really sets the mood so perfectly. one of my fav instrumental intros i’ve ever heard.

9/10

good in goodbye: “you put the over in lover, put the ex in next.”

the lyrics are so wonderfully corny and i’ll love this song forever, like the chorus is literally just so fun to sing along to.

i do think it feels a little... shallow compared to the rest of the album, and the album being released so long after this song came out makes it feel disconnected from the rest. but i love it so i don’t care.

7.5/10 

default: “i know, i know this must be coming for me, i swear, i swear i will be the end of me, the end of me.”

this song is just sooo...... OUCH!

i’m obsessed with the way the chorus just SOUNDS like an emotional spiral, like her life falling apart, like falling into a deep depression, and then the outro builds like destructive racing thoughts.

also i never noticed the wave crashing and the bubbles at the very beginning until really recently, and i love that little touch. the whole song feels so underwater. cloudy and fuzzy. it does a good job of depicting certain symptoms of various mental illnesses.

8.5/10

follow the white rabbit: “is it haunting, baby, that i’m wanting, baby, that i’m wanting, wanting you?”

i actually was fully not expecting to like this that much based off the snippets she’d shared, but omg this left me WEAAAAK on first listen, which was the best surprise

there are definitely so many layers to these lyrics too, despite it being just a bombastic sexy toxic love song on its surface, particularly when thinking about the album as a commentary on mental illness, and some of the breakup/love songs as metaphors rather than straightforward love songs. definitely about infatuation and toxicity and perhaps knowingly entering a bad relationship as a bad coping mechanism, a way to avoid dealing with your pain or (as we see in effortlessly) a way to just feel anything at all.

9/10

effortlessly: “i hold my breath to breathe, hurt me so i feel, used to do these things so effortlessly somehow.”

oh god this song is just a punch in the stomach

i ALSO didn’t really expect to love this one based on snippets but the lyrics are just devastating and perfect and i hope speak to anybody who has struggled with self-harm and medication.

i don’t even have thoughts on this song, it just makes me go jsn*@(#nkdasdnkasd7*@U#j2k3n

love that this is such a fan favourite. it deserves!

10/10

stay numb and carry on: “truth is it was never love, your fault if you thought it was.”

the reverse “i’ve become emotionless” at the beginning >>>

also love the “i was gin and you were toxic . . . wish we’d just stayed plaTONIC” like a platonic relationship would be the opposite of toxic. it’s such fun wordplay.

also “i don’t feel like anyone” makes me emo, she really just slid the most simple but heartbreaking lines in everywhere and you don’t notice them until they hit you out of nowhere one day and you’re like ...OH

AND THE WAY HER VOICE STARTS TO GO MONOTONE AT “i’ve become emotionless” 

in conclusion, madison beer is a vessel for god

10/10

blue: “you could be as sweet as honey but i knew the darkness in your mind.”

this is my least favourite on the album but it’s still fantastic

the lana influence is clear without being too copycat, like it’s still SO madison. sorta like lana’s video games modernized and adapted into something truer to madison’s vibe.

love love love the whole outro

glad that this wasn’t a single like it was planned to be

7/10

interlude: “would you do that shit for me too?”

VOCODER RIGHTS

this album in general is just not really for people who don’t like vocoders and lots of technical effects. i looove that she leaned into it so hard bc it’s so HER.

this song also has so much depth for an interlude, relaying the experience of feeling SO hard about people, and realizing like you’re putting in way more than you’re getting back.

the post-chorus is like... 🤩🌌💫☄️🌠

7.5/10

homesick: “these humans speak my language, still don’t understand it.”

THIS SONG...... IS MY BABY......

oh god it just breaks my heart on every listen. the image in my head is of a little girl talking to the stars.

and why does the line about her mom and dad make me wanna cry every time? i have no idea.

I BELONG IN SPACE...... FLOATING WITH DEBRIS.......

i’m sure she’s not the first person to ever use this metaphor for mental illness, expressing the alienation of mental illness (especially one as stigmatized and misunderstood as bpd) by talking about LITERAL aliens sdkjfsdfksd, but she does it SOOOOO well and sincerely that it feels like it’s uniquely hers.

the rick & morty sample is so funny and so weird and so madison. i will probably never watch an episode of that show in my life.

10000000000/10 this song is the loml

selfish: “shouldn’t love you but i couldn’t help it, had a feeling that you never felt it.”

my absolute favourite of all of the singles, noooo question about it. it’s a perfect, perfect, perfect song.

two years, alone on new years’, nightclubs, gemini... women writing lyrics with very specific details about the shitty men that the song is about... it’s everything to me.

this song will just NEVER age. every time i listen to it, it’s like the first time all over again.

10/10

sour times: “don’t know what song of mine you heard that made you think i’d want to spend the night with you.”

home with you’s big sister<3 

not the strongest lyrics, but the concept and production are more than strong enough to carry the song.

she came on this bitch mad as hell

also love that this have been another fan favourite, seemingly??

men gross

9/10

boyshit: “don’t know how to talk or communicate, we’re so on and off, to you it’s a game.”

it took me awhile to get into this when it was a single ngl, probably because it came out the same night as evermore sjdknfsfnkjsd, but once i got into it, it became the best song ever

she’s soooo reliable with her “men ain’t shit” songs ugh

8.5/10

baby: “i’m a handful but that’s what hands are for.”

when this came out as a single it was the only thing i listened to for a solid week and a half. just an excellent song. the chorus is evvverrryttthhhiiinnnnggg.

WHAT IS IT SO CATCHY FOR?

9.5/10

stained glass: “my life’s a still fading memory of what i can’t have, and everything ’round me is starting to fade into black, but black and white is so much better, i’m learning how to hide my colours.”

i’m so surprised by how much non-stans seem to love this omg, it’s never been a fav of mine, as much as i still love it

but i’m obsessed with how different and distinctly madison it is

also this is a much more genuine take on the “pls stop being mean to me just bc i’m famous / you don’t know what people are going through” type of song than most of the others i’ve ever heard. her pain is evident, and the soft “i just might break” is just..... </3

the glass breaking and little scream are so good

she loves a good metaphor and so do i!

7.5/10 

emotional bruises: “how do i word this? was about to write you this letter, but it was just curses in cursive, you probably deserve it.”

this was definitely my most anticipated song along with everything happens for a reason, like i listened to the snippet on repeat CONSTANTLY lmao. and the full song definitely lived up.

the scribbling sound is so fun, i love her obsession with little real-life sound effects

10/10

everything happens for a reason: “i still can’t find a reason you’d wanna hurt me so bad.”

THIS SONG IS VERY MUCH EVERYTHING

again, this was for sure one of my most anticipated songs and just kjsadsdkajsm god i love love love it

i think she posted a video one time of the song over a clip of the mermaids from peter pan and it was so pretty and i still picture that video when i hear this song. it’s just soooooo hazy and dreamy and retro and perfect.

also the song on the album where she got to show off her vocals the most. she found her niche with this song, truly.

100/10

channel surfing/the end: “YOU’REBADFORMYHEALTHISHOULDPROLLYKEPTSOMEHELPICANTCONTROLMYSELFIMADDICTEDOTHEHELL”

oh my god i was FLOOOOOORED at the dear society clip. dear society was and is one of my FAVOURITE songs, and i appreciate her reasoning for not including it on the album (just wanting some space for a new song instead of one we’d already had for so long), but it did hurt a lil. i was so happy she found a little way to include it :’) rip to hurts like hell tho since she didn’t get the same treatment sjdnksd.

the channel surfing is also just such a fun concept for an outro.

and her laughing with her producers at the end followed by such a sweet calming tropical instrumental...... oooo it’s so nice, it feels like the calm after the storm.

10/10

overall, this album was just SO worth the wait, it’s so fantastic, it’s the loml, one of my favourite albums ever. i LOVE that it’s helped anyone with BPD feel seen and understood, and as someone who doesn’t have bpd but has a couple of loved ones who do, the emotions she expressed in these lyrics have helped me to understand this disorder more too. just such a special album.

most of the criticism i’ve seen of the album has been that it’s overproduced, and that’s definitely criticism that i understand, bc it IS heavy on the technical side and some people just don’t like very heavy production, buuuut... some people do! i do! madison does! and heavy production does not automatically make an album bad. this type of production isn’t something that i expect her to move away from, because it’s clearly her thing, and maybe that just means her place in the industry will be more with the heavy heavy pop fans and maybe even in more hyperpop circles. i also think it’s SUPPOSED to be overproduced; it’s supposed to be a mess of emotions and sometimes a little chaotic. she executed it very well.

i hope by the time her next album is out, people will stop comparing her to like every single artist out there. some reviewers seem determined to pigeonhole her and compare her to every female artist under the sun, which feels like an absolute disservice to me. she is influenced by many different people and they comes out in her music, as it does any artist’s because everybody has their inspirations, but her sound is VERY much her own. as someone who has liked her for years, i can absolutely feel her essence in each song and nobody else’s.

a 10/10 album and such an amazing, promising debut<3  

[peeterparkr]

NANCY YOURE BACK SO GLAD YOU ALIVE AND WELL! This chapter holy shit! I’d have to write 3 long asks to cover it all so I’m gunna do my top favs okay...

I love how you had them laying on top of each other after the “break up” sex and have a extremely serious conversation naked and then them slowly dressing themselves while having this conversation/flight. Tom trying to get out of the argument with kisses eeeek and her calling him out on that whew!

Tom saying “Loneliness blinds” Nancy holy shit man like I sat back and stared at that for a full 2 minutes cuz damn ain’t that the truth! And that Tom would say that!

Harry being a little eavesdropper (like me) and agreeing and disagreeing in his mind and then reply his mistakes while they’re fighting in the background like bro same and then him walking in going oH mY gOd YoU gUyS hAd SeX wHyYy? But also calling them out on that yasssss! And then him say do whatever just wait till I leave plz! Also poor guy he’s been through so much but hasn’t been really able to talk to Emma (which btw I miss her goddess ass) and work it out or even just hang out with like Tim & Y/N have. Hopefully he’ll be able to have a good conversation with Queen Emma

Then they finally talk about Cherry and Y/N not blaming her and saying “her only sin was falling in love with you and it’s not difficult not too” saying we both need to talk to her and you talk to and in a way to not get her hopes, but also not being an asshole like you are sometimes. And then!!!

Y/N saying she needs to end it with Tim! It actually made me happy to hear that! She’s acknowledging that he’s toxic and she shouldn’t be near him and he’s a big part of their relationship problems and that it’ll help their relationship grow better without him present. Ughhh devastating but at the same time yasss acknowledge the flaws and find a solution even if it’s hard to do!

Y/N scolding Tom about him saying she doesn’t like it when he says I love you

Then them having sex again ughhhh yessss and public sex oooo gurllllll!!

And then him asking about moving in together right after make up sex likeeeeee woaaaahhh let us pray that Y/N was thinking that the entire time and dropping the hints on purpose!!

Nancy once again you astounded me with your talent and that you were sick when you wrote this?!! Uhhh what a Queen! Love you and I hope you feel a ton better!

Oh my god where to start, yesss them being honest and mature about it, being completely naked (literally and metaphorically with each other) was so nice!! FINALLY! And yes Tom kept kissing her but because y/n (I think she said it) then realized his love language is that, physical and with big things, which is contrasting to y/n’s that she’s more of words and details

Yess loneliness blinds :((

Harry is SOOO tired of their drama because he hasn’t dealt with his own, and he is in the middle because he knows them both SO WELL, so he’s like CAN YOU STOP BEING DUMB? And then him being like hdkdjd why did you have sex???? Bc he’s genuinely concerned

I miss Emma too!! We will see more of her in further chapters!!!

Y/N not blaming cherry is HUGE, but she also doesn’t blame tom, she understands completely how the situation went because THAT HAPPENED WITH TIM

Y/n will miss Tim, so much but she knows it’s for the best because she thinks Tom is worth it and that is HUUUUGE

And dhkdjd I know HAHAHA, her going like: BITCH DONT EVER SAY I DONT LIKE YOU SAYING YOU LOVE ME

And yes HDKJD they can’t keep their hands off of each other

And HAHAHA, we will see what she says!!! Let’s hope they do move in! But she’s already moving out of Tim’s apartment so...

Thank you soooo much for reading it! It means a lot to me!! And thanks for sending this!

perennial; fourteen

[nincompoopydoo]

Trouble Man

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader Words: 1.5k Summary: You and Sam Wilson are neighbors. Never spoke a word a to one another but somewhat developed an unhealthy crush on each other. As a series of unfortunate events that began with the burning of spaghetti, you find yourself entangled in a mess of the appreciation for Marvin Gaye and your fear of cockroaches with the very man himself. Note: Oooo an unrequested Sam Wilson one shot? Yeap, that’s right darlings. Been wanting to write one for awhile now. Not exactly my best but it’s alright. Cute cute and fluffy stuff. Enjoy xo [ REWRITTEN ON 14/08/2021 ] Masterlist

Spaghetti. Should be easy enough.

Ah, words of the once optimist, now turned depressing pessimist. You told yourself that with a rather annoying cheery voice that echoed in your head before everything went swooping down the metaphorical hill and into the trash. You don’t do too well with simple distractions, for what you first thought was to lighten up the mood in your gloomy kitchen by singing along to an ultimate Marvin Gaye playlist.

Much to your embarrassment, you may have forgotten how sound travels far too easily, with the kitchen window opened for the whole neighborhood to hear your lovely singing. Someone might call the police, either out of spite of your contribution to noise pollution or they might think someone was being murdered, muffled by soul music.

The plate of Spaghetti stares at you mockingly from the kitchen counter, strands grazed in an odd shade of brown. Spaghetti is not supposed to be that shade of brown. With a pathetic scowl upon your lips, you gaze at the plate, wishing it smelled as good as it did. The thought of eating resides in your mind, wondering if you should just close your nose and power through the dish itself until you’re sick or throw it in the trash and feed several stray cats of D.C. when it reaches the landfill. By the looks of it, the cats probably don’t even want to eat it anyway.

You worked at a hamburger joint downtown for heaven’s sake; cooking hamburgers might as well be your only decent skill. Nevertheless, with a heavy sigh, you plopped the spaghetti into the trash. The plastic bag unceremoniously crinkles at impact as you fight back a wince.

So much for coming home early to prepare dinner. For yourself. Damn, you’re lonely. And as far as you’re concerned, only lonely people deserve microwaved leftovers from a week ago that have been sitting in the fridge for far too long. Overhead, Cleo's Apartment begins to play.

Goddamn it, Marvin Gaye.

Minutes ago, Sam Wilson had returned home from the VA, and through the jingles of his keys whilst unlocking his front door, the familiar tune of What’s Going On glides its way to his ears, ringing with the melody of your singing. He knows it’s you because as much as you don’t realize it, you sing in the kitchen very often. It’s unpleasant but he doesn’t complain because your taste in music speaks to him on another level, another plane of existence. Ever since you moved in after the previous owner passed, you had his whole heart with a single glance and a shy wave.

Courage was easy, having built that up during his military days. Yet, now that’s over, he finds himself forgetting his technique in approaching beautiful people. Deep down he knows it. Sam needs to try to talk to you. Just talking, not asking you out. That’s too much, for now.

His analytical side itches to take over—he needs a plan because walking up to your doorstep and hoping to spark up some sort of sudden conversation with you isn’t going to turn out well. So, he maps it out in his head, playing each possible scenario like he always does in bed, half-awake, wishing he had the guts to talk to you when he bumped into you at the grocery store or at the hamburger joint you work at. Coincidences usually don’t play out in his favor so, forcing it sounds like it would have a better outcome. He will wait until it’s 9:30, there’s a possibility you will be taking out the trash. Then, he’ll make his move. Hopefully.

Totally not creepy.

—

Sometimes, the universe listens. It especially listens to the thoughts of the lonely and then, some supernatural cosmic decision is made to guide two lonely beings to each other. It’s rare but happens. People call it fate. Now, fate seems to work in tandem with a certain man named Sam, who has fallen for his neighbor, who seems to feel the same way.

There’s hardly any rubbish in the trash bag within his grasp but he makes it a point to walk across the lawn despite the humidity in hopes of seeing you. Then, he hears the creaking of your front door swinging open and slamming shut. Though, all attempts to act casual fails when he ignores his previous resistance to turn and glance your way.

There you were, in an oversized Shania Twain shirt paired with track shorts—it’s very short. I mean, it’s summer after all. No one’s complaining. He’s certainly not complaining. His breath hitches when you meet his gaze, smiling sheepishly. Sam wonders if your cheeks are always this crimson and rosy. You smile, intending to hide your growing blush, heat blooming in your chest as you admire how he looks under the yellow hues of the street light, beautifully carving the structure of his face.

Then, the impossible happened.

“So, you like Marvin Gaye?” he spoke with a little too much enthusiasm. You looked at him with a wide-eyed gaze, completely caught off guard by his sudden question. Your mind is now only filled with the panic of him hearing you sing—it’s your biggest fear. Sam realizes his question may have been a little too obstructive in terms of privacy. Bad idea, really bad idea. “Sorry, just forget I ever said that. I didn’t mean to—"

"No, no. I mean, yeah, I do like Marvin Gaye. I love Marvin Gaye actually,” you cut him off in a somewhat desperate attempt to not scare him off because, in truth, you really want to talk to him. You have been meaning to for a while now. You purse your lips, deciding that elaboration is worth the risk, “Trouble Man is one of my favorites."

It’s risky because it’s an unpopular opinion and the irrational side of you is afraid that because of your weird and maybe obscure taste in music might as well turn him off. Yet, he’s not running now. Instead, Sam blinks, mouth slightly agape. A sentence runs through his mind, a quiet voice, a whisper: I think I might marry you if you don’t stop being so perfect.

Sam beams at you, "You like Trouble Man?” he asks, voice laced with amusement.

You return a smile, “Yeah, I do. It’s probably the best—OH MY GOD—” Your sudden scream cuts through the white noise of the night like a searing knife when you spot a cockroach crawling up the trash can. You dropped the trash bag on the ground and started to stagger backward.

Sam feels bad for laughing.

“Hey! Quit laughing and help me get rid of it,” you shriek, watching the insect crawl around with a mortified look. Sam snorts at your sudden burst of command. "Okay, okay. But I’m not killing it.” Turns out that isn’t enough to calm your nerves and your fear of cockroaches. “Excuse me, sir, you HAVE to slay the beast!” you yelled dramatically. He chuckles with great amusement, swiftly plucking it with his bare hands before it could run, “Now, let’s not murder our new friend here, Bernie.” He watches your face morph into an unamused look, “Bernie? Like the politician?” Sam merely hums, “Yeah. Like the politician.”

Then, he’s walking towards you, purposefully dangling poor Bernie within his grasp. You stagger in your step, yelping at the sight of Sam nearing you. “Alright, alright. I’ll get rid of Bernie,” he says through attempted suppressed laughs, flicking Bernie across the road. You can finally breathe but your eyes remain wide. “And what if he comes back?”

Sam turns to you as you return to stand at your original spot as you cautiously scan the trash bin for any more unwanted pests. He notices a stray strand of your hair, falling against your cheek. He resists the urge to push back behind your ear, reminding himself to stay casual and stay cool. "Well, you know where to find me.” He sends a somewhat smooth wink your way. You go absolutely red.

Silence once again and the two of you have seemed to have caught yourselves in some awkward dance of pining and wanting to be close to each other. Then, Sam clears his throat, deciding to speak first before he misses the opportunity once more. “I was wondering if you wanna, you know, uh, come by for a drink sometime?” It’s a simple question, really. But, Sam doesn’t know why you make him so nervous. Maybe, it’s because you’re looking at him like you can see right through him. His mind starts to wonder, overthinking once more. “I mean, if you don’t drink, it’s okay. We can have something else. I have orange juice, I think. Snacks?—”

“Now?” you stop his rambling, feeling your brain equally shutting down because you’re very confused about the whole situation. Sam pauses, slightly hesitant, “Yeah, sure. If you want to. I mean, you have work tomorrow and it’s late and—”

“Yeah, that’ll be great.” you interrupt him again, the curve of your lips widening by the second. “And maybe, we could listen to some Marvin Gaye.” You don’t exactly know what you meant or hinted but neither does he, too distracted to notice the context of your words because you’re here, smiling at him.

[ship-obsessions]

Welcome to Bardo (& Nakara)

So I FINALLY feel like the season is picking up on the story in Season 7 (thank god) and the lull of the first few episodes—excluding the brilliance of episode 2 The Garden bc I LOVE my found family of Diyoza, Hope and Auntie O—to set the scene is starting to build and pay off.

As always there are so many different storylines, this season taking place across 4(!!) different planets, but as it seems to be the general consensus my fav plot is exploring the mystery of Bardo and the anomaly. I’ve been genuinely surprised at how much I’ve liked the Echo/Hope/Gabriel dynamic (until Echo’s newfound rage killing spree) and adding Octavia/Diyoza to the mix this past episode is *chef’s kiss*. I’m a little annoyed at how Clarke has been sidelined so far this season but I’m hoping (and assuming) that she will be back in the main spotlight when her group reaches Bardo (hopefully next episode) and combines forces with the Bardo “rescue” crew (lol they haven’t really had many successful rescues yet). I’m HIGH KEY annoyed at the lack of Bellamy of course, but even though I’m positive he isn’t actually dead it’s still frustrating for him to be off-screen. I hope Clarke breaks down when she finds out he’s supposedly dead (pls from Octavia) and everyone can see how much she loves and cares for him—sensing a callback to her conversation with Raven this episode “how do you do it? you never break” (or maybe that was foreshadowing...). Loved that moment btw. So glad Princess Mechanic was forced to talk one-on-one this episode and get to a mutual understanding and hopefully a step closer toward friendship. I would have loved even more heartfelt confessions and bonding between them (like if Clarke admitted when she did almost break ie. alone on Earth and in both situations with Bellamy and Madi) but I know there’s only so much time in the episode *sigh*.

I can’t even break down the shitshow going on in Sanctum... I’ve been against the whole repetitive narrative of “us” v “them” factions that don’t seem to have any common sense and focus on petty fights rather than understanding the greater problem at hand (I know they aren’t aware of it yet but like chill out and get along for a few days ffs). Although Insta is absolutely BOSS and the perfect leader in Clarke’s absence. I also loved Madi’s protective aunt and uncles (Emori, Murphy and Jackson). Wow what a beautiful, dysfunctional delinquent family all grown up *sheds tear*. Can they all be back together at the farmhouse having another picnic already? Pls.

Anyways... super excited about the Second Dawn connection. Since it was confirmed that Cadogan and his bunker crew used the anomaly stone on Earth to travel to Bardo after the first apocalypse (makes sense that one cult transforms into another) I’m thinking that Eligius 3 were the “native Bardoans” because their mission left several years before the first apocalypse. Maybe they didn’t figure out how to survive? Or maybe Cadogan came and killed them and just passed down a retold version of history? Oooo I could totally see that with all the previous warped versions of history that made it to future generations.

Still holding out hope for Bellarke since we’re still in the first half of the season. In the meantime I’ll be sitting here patiently anxiously waiting for their inevitably beautiful reunion. The longest they’ve ever been separated before—other than the 2,199 day time jump—was 6 episodes in episode 3 (between 3x05 and 3x11). All other separations have been shorter or else they were at least communicating (via the radio in season 2) or sharing the screen (even though Clarke was Josephine most of season 6). Fingers crossed for that reunion in episode 7 or 9 (8 is the backdoor pilot for the prequel). However, the more Bellamy is MIA from the story, the more I’m thinking he might somehow be the anomaly stormtrooper who grabbed Gaia before breaking the anomaly Stone. Plus I could see the writers totally giving us another “surprise bitch it’s Bellamy” moment of revealing himself from a helmet just like they will (probably) have another Clarke pulling a lever to save the world moment. Gotta love those parallels!!

P.S. I freaking LOVE Levitt and totally ship him and Octavia. Although I’m still loving Gabriel and would love him with her too... idk maybe I’m leaning more towards Levitt because Octavia deserves a man who treats her like a queen. Speaking of queens... who do we think the queen is in next episode “The Queen’s Gambit”. Clarke? She was literally shown as the queen in Sheidheda’s chess game with that subtle transition, but she wasn’t shown in the preview for next week. I actually googled “gambit” because I wasn’t sure what it meant lol but I found it’s either “a device, action, or opening remark, typically entailing a degree of risk that is calculated to gain an advantage” or specifically in chess as “an opening in which a player makes a sacrifice (typically a pawn) for the sake of some compensating advantage.” Well shit now I’m overthinking again. I wonder which plot line this is referring to? If it’s Clarke’s it could be her grand entrance to Bardo to showdown with Anders—like she just takes the risk and storms in guns a blazing to save her friends and shows the disciples the bad bitch she is. Or it could be referencing the chess game methaphor and she has to sacrifice someone (in the Nakara crew??) to gain an advantage over Anders... Based on the preview it seems like Emori could be the pawn sacrificed in the chess game that’s currently taking place in Sanctum—pls god don’t let that happen. Or maybe Emori is the queen since she’s playing the false god as a Prime and she makes some kind of sacrifice to gain back control of Sanctum for our heroes. The obvious option seems to be Clarke because she’s been referenced as the queen so many times in the show and has been positioned as the queen on the chess game metaphorically with Bellamy serving as her Knight/King. Idk anymore. My brain hurts.

[afictionaladventure16]

The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Foul language

Word Count: 1,919

Chapter 8

Letter #8

November 14th, 2017

 “What’s up with her?” Andrea asks as she raises her eyebrows at Irene.

“She’s sad because she ended things with Omar,” Irene states.

“Aww, no more toxic dick?” Andrea said as she walked over to Julie, “I’m gonna miss those toxic ass stories.”

Julie rolled her eyes, “it’s better this way.”

“Maybe we should have a funeral for the dead vagina that Julie is going to have,” Destiny added as she looked through the fridge.

“Maybe not for long,” Irene said with a small smirk.

“What do you mean?” Andrea asked as she jumped onto the couch next to Irene, giving her a ‘tell me everything’ look.

Julie glared at Irene, “Irene,” Julie said in a warning tone.

“Don’t tell me, Julie has another man already!” Destiny said as she walked over to us, holding Julie’s sour worms and some bag of chips. Julie snatched the bag of sour worms from Destiny, causing her to gasp.

“My sour worms, puta,” Julie said with a small smirk.

“Ugh, I forgot how territorial you can be with those things!” Destiny rolled her eyes

Julie rolled her eyes at her crazy friends, they were pretty wild but that’s how they are. Sometimes inappropriate but hey, Julie wouldn’t have it any other way. “So, what’s the plan for today anyway?” Julie wasn’t too happy that her friends came barging into her room at seven in the morning on her three day weekend off from work.

“Forget the plan! What do you meeaannn, Iireeennnee!!” Andrea yelled as she grabbed Irene’s arm in desperation.

Julie groaned, “Fine, tell them!”

Irene giggled, “Julie has a pen pal and it’s a guy!”

“A pen pal?” Andrea asked, “Oh my gosh, what if he’s your soulmate!?”

“Or a murderer,” Destiny added.

Julie looked over at Destiny, “exactly!”

“It’s okay if he is, I can solve your murder… just like wait until I finish getting my degree, though.”

“Yeah, I’ll totally wait to get murdered just so you can solve it, Des,” Julie said sarcastically with a small eye roll.  said excitingly as sat next to Julie, “what’s he like?”

“Tell me all about him!” Andrea said excitingly as sat next to Julie, “what’s he like?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “He’s just a friend, leave it alone, okay? I’m only doing this because my therapist wants to try things out with this new project she is doing.”

Andrea sighed, “you’re no fun.”

Julie ignored Andrea, as much as she loved the girl, she hated how desperate Andrea was to find Julie’s “Soulmate” but Julie was starting to think that soulmates probably weren’t a thing.

“Well, since you have the weekend off, we went ahead and got tickets to Disneyland,” Destiny said with a grin.

“What!?” Julie exclaimed.

“Yee, we’re leaving tonight for the hotel, maybe go to the park for a ride or two, so pack a bag, girlie!” Andrea said.

“But wh-“

“Because you’re constantly working, you never get days off in a row like this and with everything… we just think you need this nice break,” Andrea explained.

“But what about your kids?”

Andrea rolled her eyes, “Girl, I’ve been needing a day off too! My husband has them handled for the weekend, he’s probably gonna take them to see his mom down in San Diego for the weekend.”

Julie smiled at her friend and gave her a hug, “Thank you guys!”

“But for now we have to get you two packing!” Destiny said as she pointed at Julie and Irene.  

Julie went to her room to start packing, it’s been a couple of days since she’s sent her letter, she had planned on going to the P.O. box today to check if she had a letter. She decided to just check as soon as she came home. This is probably the first that Julie wouldn’t be replying right away and it made her feel anxious.

 November 16th, 2017

Throughout the weekend, the girls had fun, and to end the last night of the weekend they all decided to go to Club 33.

“Oooo, that boy right there is Dominican!” Destiny said as she smirked at the boy that winked as he walked passed her.

“How do you know that?” Irene asked as she looked over at Destiny.

“Girl, Dominicans can just sense it,” Destiny said making everyone in the group laugh.

“Ugh, I so needed this!” Julie said as she downed the last of her drink, “And tomorrow I have to go back to work, to life…” To Chris, she thought. She let out a small smile, her heart felt anxious to get home and read the letter. She didn’t want to feel that way but it felt nice to just pour her heart out to someone and for them to just listen without giving some type of medical analysis to what is going on.

“What’s with that smile?” Andrea asked as Destiny and Irene walked over to a small booth.

Andrea and Julie stayed at the counter, “nothing,” Julie said brushing it off.

“It’s about the guy you’re writing too isn’t it?” Julie sighed, “why won’t you let yourself be happy for a bit? Stop worrying about the outcomes and go with the flow!”

“Not sure if you’ve met my family or not,” Julie knew very well that Andrea has indeed met her family, including her mother, “but I’ve learned that going with the flow leads nowhere.”

“You’re not her,” Andrea said softly, “you will never be her. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you but I believe that you are a way better person than your mother ever was! You just need to realize that.”

Julie sighed, “Can we just enjoy the night? Please?” Andrea gave Julie a small nod, they grabbed their drinks and walked over to the booth.

 November 17th, 2017

Julie looked up as she heard the bell ring, notifying employees that a customer had just walked in, she looked up and saw Mr. William walking over to the counter.

“Good morning, Mr. William!” Julie said with a smile, “Same as last time?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Mr. William said with a smile.

Julie poured him a cup of coffee, “You know, Mr. William, I never got your first name.”

“Henry,” He said with a smile.

“Henry? I have a cousin named Henry, he’s stationed in Spain.”

“Spain?” Mr. William chuckled, “Let me guess, Airforce?”

“Marines, actually.”

Mr. William gave her a small nod, “I was in the Army, back in Vietnam.”

“Oh really?” Julie began wiping down the area next to Mr. William on the counter as he told her stories about his time in Vietnam. Julie noticed how slow it was so she decided to just sit next to him after serving him his food, and listen to him talk. Mr. William liked the company and he liked telling the young girl about his experiences. Once Mr. William had finished eating he told the young girl that he had to go the hospital down the block, he explained that he was a volunteer baby cuddler at the hospital.

Julie never knew this and found Mr. William to be one of the sweetest man she has ever met.

Julie said her goodbyes to her coworkers after her shift, she grabbed her car keys and walked towards her car. She finally was able to go to the post office, she had been waiting all weekend for this moment.

She pulled up next to the post office, She walked inside the post office and opened her P.O. box. Julie smiled to herself as she grabbed the letter. She walked back towards her car to open the letter.

  Dear JuJu,

Fine, I’ll give you five chances then. But I doubt you’ll even get it right, but if by chance you do figure out my nickname, I suppose I can give you a prize. And what is this prize you might ask? My last name. I’ll tell you my last name if you figure it out. And if you don’t figure it out then I guess, we’ll just have to see.

I wonder, have you sat down with Mr. William, yet? I would like to know how that went.

Julie, do you have any idea how fucking (excuse my language) talented you are? My God! I was moved to tears! I am cherishing this photo you sent me! Honestly, Julie, you have an eye for this! I hope you continue taking photos and sharing them with me.

Well, if we ever meet, I promise that my sense of humor won’t be dry. ; )

Also, It’s not a metaphor! Haha, but I know what you mean! I swear I can be the same way, trying to figure out if something means something else. Damn, English class. Getting us all traumatized.

Now I don’t want lessons, but I have always wanted to learn Spanish and if it makes you laugh then I guess I can deal with it. You’ve been to Europe? What part? How was it?

Sounds like me and my siblings! They sure are a pain sometimes, though. Right? But I sure do love them.

How dare you call my question weak!

I just did an eye roll. But I have to admit, this question is way better than mine. So, I would have to choose…. Huh… Unicorn. Unicorns can fly, right? If so then that. Why? Because Unicorns can fly. Just imagine that! 

Since you gave me such an amazing question, I have to try my best to top that one! So….

My question to you is…. Favorite Disney character and why???

 Toodles.

 P.S. I would like to see this wrath once, just to know what this wrath looks like.

 P.P.S.

I understand that I have dealt with/dealing with, anxiety as well. I’ve read many self-help books and I’ve done so many things just to help with it and I just have to say that your brain is noisy, everyone's brain is. But sometimes we have to stop listening to that noise, it’s what's causing this suffering and I know it’s hard to just stop, but trust me, you can learn. What are some things help you calm down when you have an anxiety attack? For me, I know I always try to calm myself down. Talk through it.

As for your mother…

What she did, it’s just, I don’t even know how to explain how I felt when I read that part of the letter, Julie. I am truly sorry that you have to go through that emotional trauma. I’m here for you, so let it all out, let out everything that’s on your mind when you think about your mother because I am here reading every single word.

But I believe you’d be an amazing mother; I know now that you learned from her mistakes. You care about these children that don’t even exist; you already want to do so much for them. It means something, Julie.

Would you ever want to meet your biological father? Have you met him?

You’re welcome, Julie. I care about you, even if we haven’t officially met. I still care.

  Julie smiled at the letter, she couldn’t wait any longer as she grabbed the pen and notebook she had told herself to keep in her car exactly for this. She began writing the letter. She put it in an envelope and sent it out soon after, knowing it might not be sent until tomorrow since the post office was going to close soon. But still, she couldn’t wait for a reply.

Taglist: @kelbabyblue @cocomel0613 @thejemersoninferno @crisferorav 

[atrabiliousse]

Oooo thank you for doing this!! How about tulip for the boyz Kevin? 💛💛💛

me: a mess coming back after 1823 years

here you are, lovely 💖

Tulip with Kevin

Your biggest let down had always been your pride.

It was a sort of sensitive topic for you in actual fact seeing it had taken a while for you to actually be proud of yourself and who and what you stood for. You had gone through a number of identity crises, a period in your life in which you felt vulnerable to everything and everyone and years of succumbing had led to the day you had finally had enough.

You had picked yourself up, fathered your courage and confidence and truly done some soul searching before you realized who you wanted to be.

The adaption was hard but you bit through it and with that epic rise in self discovery came your greatest flaw.

Pride that broke a lot of relationships.

Alas, no one is perfect and you accepted it for what it was, but you struggled to change once again to the right balance out of fear of returning to the person you once were. The girl who put everyone before herself and her happiness, the girl who could never say no and the girl who struggled to stand up for herself.

You had done a complete 180 and the thought of changing that, worried you of completing the circle in perfect geometry and starting a vicious cycle of more identity crises.

To you, your pride had never caused worrisome problems, mostly bruised a relationship here and there, but never had it gotten you in any trouble.

Not until recently.

It was a repetitive argument between you and your roommate, one that started out very minuscule but with each passing day grew heavier, problems with undone laundry, late rent and borrowed money had drawn the line for you. A line that you had meant for her not to cross but had caused you to do so instead.

It was an empty threat to begin with, a feeble hope that it would cause her to take action, but in the heat of the argument, you had stayed true to the threat, with words harsh and a high held head, you grabbed as many of your things as you could and walked out, notifying the landlord that everything was now left for her to deal with. The lease was of course under her name, so he had no issue helping you pack your things into the boot of your car and waving as you drove off.

Drove off to absolute nowhere seeing as you had no other means of accommodation and your heated temper and overrun mouth now left you homeless.

Your big talk of having many better options of accommodation and possible roommates made you want to throw your head against your steering wheel in frustration.

The city was big and home was way too far away to travel to and fro for classes. And there was absolutely no way you would turn back and walk into the apartment with your head down. No, you were no longer that girl.

You had given your roommate countless of chances, seeing as she had been so desperate for the extra help with rent and she had promised you so much, but after months of having to clean up after her and having to pay much more than you had bargained for, you had called it quits and you felt justified for refusing to return.

So you drove around, convincing yourself that you had made the right choice even after realizing all you could afford was a motel room and that the option was not appealing at all considering all the rumors and crimes that had circled around the motels in your city.

After countless of hours of back and forth, you finally parked your car in the McDonalds parking lot, and pulled out your phone, staring at the contact for minutes before your finally steeled down and pressed dial, the dread settling in you as you finally realized what you were ultimately doing.

Kevin Moon had been a close friend and long time crush on your side. He had been the only person to witness every single one of your evolutions and stuck around even when he didn’t particularly agree with you, he still made the effort to stay in your life and not be another statistic of those who had left.

Maybe your crush on him was a result of that or maybe it was because the boy had stuck up for you many times in high school and pulled you aside and dried your tears, offering a horrendous joke to make you smile, his arm always coming around you to rub your arm and pull you tight against him as if he wanted to physically support you.

Whatever the case may be, Kevin had been the softer part of your heart’s chambers and it was because of that exact reason that you always tried to keep a safe distance as not to get hurt but also not too much to push him away for good.

A fine balance you always managed, but it had become increasingly more difficult the more Kevin used his cheesy pickup lines on you and grabbed your bag from you whenever the two of you would walk to the parking lot together or when he’d walk into the library with your favorite coffee and a sticky note attached and leave it at your table as you studied. It always had something stupid written on it, but you kept every single one of them for the days when you felt at your worst.

He was the antidote you always denied in fear of a poisoning and a reckless spiral to the bottom hard concrete of reality.

“What did you do?” He sighed dramatically but the lilt of humor was evident enough.

But you had no time for humor when you were currently homeless and walking with your tail tucked between your legs, “Are you home?”

“Depends…what exactly do you have in mind?”

You didn’t answer him for a while, instead a beat of silence, you panicked and embarrassed and him confused and maybe just a tinge worried.

“The door is unlocked, I’ll have a cup of hot cocoa ready with your name on it.” He said before hanging up and leaving you breathless and annoyed.

Breathless because he always somehow knew you too well and annoyed because he always somehow knew you too well.

But nevertheless, you drove to the boy’s apartment, reprimanding yourself for even dialing his number and now having to explain to the boy that your pride and impulse had cost you a roof over your head.

It’s when you walk into the apartment hesitantly, seeing his back at the kitchen counter that you decide to forget all the embarrassment, the shame and ignorance. Kevin had known you for so long and even though he didn’t always approve, he never once judged you, well not too harshly at least. He was a gentle soul, quirky but gentle and much too loving for you to just discard.

“Hey.” Your voice was airy and soft, something you both knew was a telltale to your disasters.

Kevin turned to you with a smile at the ready and two mugs in his hand, “You’re just in time. Sit your little butt down and tell me what’s happening.”

So you did as told, taking the mug from him with gratitude and sitting comfortably on his couch, facing him. It’s a brown leather couch that his uncle had given him after his divorce, telling Kevin that he needed a new start, and a new start meant a new everything.

It was in perfect condition, no scratches or imperfections in the leather. Expensive and classic and utterly comfortable.

“I might have told Emily to shove her apartment up her ass and packed all my things and left. So I might now be homeless.” You rounded off the story, you had never been one for many details.

“You make me so tired and stressed, what am I supposed to do with you?” Kevin’s forefinger shoved lightly at your forehead, you fell back dramatically against the armrest with a sheepish smile and shrugged shoulders.

The boy looked at you in silence as you sipped on the sweet beverage, your eyelashes tickled your cheeks when you looked down at the contents in your mug and you slurped the drink more because of your impatience and its heat. He admired the way your delicate hands clutched his green mug as if you were in the heart of winter and soaking up all sources of heat your body could find.

You were as dense as you were proud, but the boy hoped that with this tiny sliver of a crack in your pride now, there would be some shedding of your oblivious nature towards his feelings.

He had been there for you in every dire change of outlook and approach, but even with the dozens of changes you had tried to make, you never could shake away your unbearably sweet soul. The soul he had sketched in golds and silvers in his classes and shoved quickly into his bag whenever you waited for him at the end of his lecture.

Kevin was in love, painstakingly so in love with a girl adamant on changing who she was, and it always hurt him. Why couldn’t you tell that you were enough, you were more than enough? Why couldn’t you see the pretty blush on your cheeks whenever someone complimented you? Why couldn’t you see the softness of your eyes when you were concerned about almost everyone around you?

And although he suspected that you did know these things about yourself, why then were you burying them away?

“Well you know me, Miss Pridefully Independent.” You sighed now, drained and hopeless as you placed the mug down on the coffee table, pulling your legs into your chest.

“And in true karma, that title came back to bite you on the ass.” He noted, lifting his eyebrow and surveying the way you picked at your jeans.

You looked up then, a soft but broken smile, “Well we all knew it would someday.”

The boy wanted to hug you, to shake away the pain and the realization your face expressed, but he knew that it was for the best, for you to see that you were not alone in the world and sometimes people need people.

Kevin nudged your leg with his foot, “So what’s your plan?”

Taking a big gulp of metaphorical courage, you mustered up a sheepish smile and drew your shoulders in, “Can I sleep on your couch? Just for tonight! Tomorrow I’ll figure out something, maybe Emily will call me, or I’ll call her depending on how desperate I get.”

He remained quiet for a bit, watching as you sagged down and glanced up at him every now and then nervously. He wasn’t used to it, not in a long while at least, to see the girl so vulnerable.

And it was beginning to make him terribly weak in the knees.

“No,”

You looked up in utter shock and fear.

“But you can sleep in my room and I’ll take the couch. You can stay for as long as you want.”

“Kevin-”

The boy had already gotten up, patting your thigh as he stood, “No time for chitchatting, we need to get you unpacked and to bed. You’ve had a long day.”

Your heart felt like it had swollen to double the size and it would cause your rib cage to break open and scream your feelings aloud. You didn’t deserve him, not in the slightest but he refused to leave you on your own.

You tugged on his sleeve, too heavy with emotions to stand,

“You mean the world to me.”

“It hasn’t even been a night, you can’t be falling for me already,” his smile was cheeky as always, but his eyes didn’t match the mischief, “but maybe you mean the world to me too.”

And you knew, as he grabbed you hand and walked you to your car, grabbing your things and telling you to walk ahead of him so he could see you, that it wouldn’t have taken even a night, maybe just the few minutes of him settling you into his apartment and then putting in your favorite Disney movie for the two of you to watch together only to doze off to, perfectly comfortable with each other’s warmth, that if you were not already in love with Kevin Moon, waking up in his bed to him cooking you breakfast with your coffee just the way you liked it, it would only take a second longer with him to be irrecoverably in love with him.

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP. 5 (Cont.)

Tsubasa ruminates about her current situation in her Symphogear Brand Safety Capsule of Absolute Dunces.

“aight ive done seen the light lemme at that sweet, sweet taco bell”

Meanwhile, some old ass politicians rumble about Relics.

“im old.”

But they immediately get fucked up in a nasty car accident.

As it turns out, the Americans were waiting to intercept these old crones to steal The Goods.

And holy fuck are they are American. Personally, I feel the writers of Symphogear watched Die Hard and immediately went “these people are fucking animals”. That’s just me, though.

“ooh ouch oh mmm ouchie ouch oooo ouch”

They tear into these people with an almost machine like efficiency.

These people don’t fuck around. There’s a strange surreality around it given that this is honestly pretty accurate to how brutal special operatives can be, but the Japanese accent they have in their English voices is... a bit jarring.

“IM BACK FROM THE MALL, YA’LL”

“oh god she’s back”

“ah, ryoko. as per your lingo, quote, ‘i like your new gucci boots... bitch’ was that good? im not fond at cursing at women unless its a mutual training session”

Genjuro alerts that the Minister of Defense for Japan has just been assassinated.

“shits bad”

Conveniently... Ryoko’s phone was broken. In her defense, it’s 2012. Battery life didn’t have the bragging rights it had now for phone.

“i personally use a razer flip phone. those will never go out of style!”

Ryoko manages to show them the box the Americans were trying to get. Suspiciously...

There’s a bloodstain on it.

So the main struggle right now is that the Bad Guys(tm) want to get their hands on Durandal, which is a completed relic that is hidden away miles underneath the school in the 2nd Division Labs.

This musty, old, shitty sword has immense power. Almost Godlike.

“hey why dont we just use the sword to beat up the bad guys”

The sword was handed from the EU to Japan for Japan to safekeep, and in exchange to forgive some of the loans the EU owed Japan should the EU economy collapse.

How topical.

“i read a lot of beserk and honestly im pretty sure someone beats up the bad guys with that dumb sword”

“listen nerd, we’re not doing that dumb weeb anime shit. we’re taking this sword to a vault to the bottom of parliament.”

“thats right. who needs anime when you’ve got nicholas cage.”

And so, they plotted to deliver this dumb sword tomorrow.

Ryoko logs into Runescape.

Fun fact: Fulcanelli is a reference to this dude, who was a French alchemist whose identity nobody really knows. Alchemy is a concept that will come up during GX that has no relevance whatsoever during these first 2 seasons except in some passerby jargon. This as just a cute thing I wanted to point out.

You know, that’s a pretty sexy sword upon closer examination.

“thats the dark souls of swords”

“ah! a fellow gamer! im glad that you too partake of the souls of darkening. would you like to play a two player match somtime, fellow Gamer?”

“I would genuinely rather eat shit for the rest of my life!”

The scene ends. Alright, where are n-

Oh God we’re back to this bullshit. Okay then.

Miku, reasonably, is upset that her wife is gone for several hours for increasingly sketchy reasons. Much like an estranged wife going to see her “tennis instructor” for “private tennis lessons” in the “safety of their house, which has a tennis court”, Miku is worried that Hibiki is a liar liar, pants on fire.

Nose the size of a wire.

Hibiki, feeling the fear of God, quickly bails this increasingly tense situation.

Miku is suffering, and so am I with this hamfisted writing.

“you didnt even try the cookies i made out of frustration for you. i designed them all after me with increasingly angrier faces”

“im too young for a divorce. fuck, those cookies smelled good”

Hibiki decides to not sweat it anymore, opening a magazine and WHOA WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS I DONT REMEMBER THIS WHEN DID HIBIKI GET HER HANDS ON THIS OH MY GOD

“HELL NO IM MARRIED THE DEVIL CANNOT TEMPT ME”

Hibiki closes it up to reveal the relevant part of this magazine.

This is subtle, but it’s basically a vehicle to explain how things are covered up for Symphogears. Ogawa walks in, talking about how this headline was his doing.

“i wasn’t joking when i said we were literally the NSA”

Hibiki is happy that Tsubasa has been freed from Metaphor Limbo, having escaped the Water Metaphor Dimension back into real life.

“she literally wont stop talking about taco bell and honestly its killing me inside”

“shit ill get her some”

Ogawa does some schpiel about teamwork and asks Hibiki for an idea on what to do with Tsubasas image even though he’s supposed to be the manager and it’s just general prattle.

Everyone gets briefed about the delivery. Ryoko’s soccer mom van sticks out like a sore thumb. Nobody on the Lydian campus asks why there are 5 cars outside the building with men in suits and fucking Hibiki standing there with them why are these children so fucking incurious.

“this feels like the world’s most important weed delivery, but im going to deliver the SHIT out of that weed”

“hibiki please its not weed”

“ALRIGHT FAM LETS DELIVER THE SHIT OUT OF THIS WEED”

Big thick black cars surround Ryoko’s tiny vehicle as they all drive in unison to the drop point.

No fucking around here. The weed must be delivered.

The weed? Secured as shit.

“its not fucking weed it’s a goddamned french sword okay god”

“ROAD’S LOOKIN’ A-OKAY FOR OUR WEEEED DRIIIIIIVE”

PSYCHE, NO IT AINT. ROAD’S CRACKING UP HARD. COMES APART, CAR FUCKING EXPLODES!

“oh my god we seriously arent fucking around here those guys are fucking dead”

“bruh you never delivered weed before? that shit happens all the time”

“anyway grab on to something ‘cause we’re gonna initial d this shit”

“i thought we were delivering WEED not SUSHI”

“WEED... SUSHI... IT’S ALL FUCKING METAPHORS, HIBIKI. AND WE’RE GONNA DELIVER EM!”

“now ORDER UP, MOTHERFUCKER”

Every car is destroyed.

Ryoko flips the car like nobody’s business.

“ryoko! the kansai drift was too strong!”

“your delivery’s late, pal. that’s gonna have to come out of your tip.”

“jokes on you! you already paid the tip beforehand online!”

“oh, we’re going with pizza jokes now? is that what we’re doing? yeah, sure, whatever”

Unfortunately, Chris ordered her pizza with meat, extra crispy.

“FUCK, i cant see anything. now i don’t know if they have the weed- i mean, the sushi- er, the pizza- god i hate all these JOKES”

RYOKO SUMMONS A FUCKING SHIELD OUTTA NOWHERE WHILE HIBIKI’S KNOCKED OUT COLD

“yo hol’ up a moment did this pervert manage to summon a shield”

“are- are you able to fight the noise? are you fucking kidding me? this entire time when literal children were fighting these battles, you literally could have fought back effectively? are we but mere playthings to you? is this really the bullshit im seeing?”

“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i can only make shields. piss shields, out of piss”

“that is absolute fucking bullshit”

“but i believe it.”

Hibiki has primed her fists and is about to show how much she’s improved combat wise, which is actually a lot.

Nevermind, she tripped again. Turns out, Symphogears fight in heels constantly, which is absolutely fucking horrifying. Hibiki realizes this, and then

FUCKING BREAKS THE HEELS LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS.

AND THEN SHE WRECKS SHOP WITHOUT BREAKING A GODDAMN SWEAT

“oh shit how the fuck did she improve this quickly”

The suitcase where the sword is stored opens up. That means it’s activating.

Immediate fear.

“alright bruce lee you mightve mastered a thousand kicks but you better change your gameplan because im about to realign that pretty little face of yours”

“thank god you kicked me. needed you to get closer so i could kick your ass, after all”

The fucking suitcase, I shit you not, pops open immediately with the sword flipping to the sky like a bad Gmod toy as it suddenly stays floating, perfectly still.

“ive officially lost track on what the hell is happening”

The sword just floats there, as a sword does.

“you know how many fried turkeys i can cut open with that bad boy? that shits mine now.”

Chris goes to get it.

“fuck you! im going to slice HONEYBAKED HAMS with that sword!”

Hibiki intercepts it and takes the sword.

Now Hibiki becomes a proud Stand owner, having acquired the power of The World and stopping time at will.

“oooooh holy shit”

Hibiki, now channeling the power of Durandal, feels the raw strength of a completed relic all through her body.

Real spicy stuff running through her veins.

The power unleashing itself into a raw stream of piss skyrocketing into the stratosphere.

“the pizza has been delivered... all according to plan...”

“...she was right. honeybaked ham was the superior meat to slice...”

Hibiki is channeling a power source so ancient, so powerful, that through using her as a conduit, the sword actually finishes itself into its full, completed form.

Holy shit, Hibiki.

Goddamn. That’s a really sexy sword, actually! Pretty nice...

...oh.

You’re not looking so hot, pal...

“why is it that every opponent of mine can literally asspull all this garbage and im stuck here looking like a bad kamen rider villian getting my ass kicked every time. its not fair.”

Ryoko looks extremely hyped for this event. Maybe a little too much so.

“MAN FUCK THIS NONSENSE IM PUTTING AN END TO THE SUPER SENTAI POWERUP”

“O-OH FUCK- uh, i didnt say that. totally swear. you uh, keep doing that. yeah. aha.”

“SLICED...”

“...HONEYBAKED...”

“oh god. oh god. im sorry. im sorry. im so sorry. oh fuck im so sorry. honeybaked ham is better. fuck turkeys. fuck drumlegs. fuck any sort of fried meat. honeybaked ham is better please im begging you dont vore me or slice me in half IM BEGGING YOU OH GOD”

“...HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!”

“ham..... mmmmm... honeybaked ham....”

“WHO YELLED ABOUT HAM? god, im hungry now.”

Hibiki wakes up from it all after passing out, expressing a power of magnitudes unheard of, as if it were all a bad dream.

“YEAH THATS RIGHT WE HAD TO DELIVER THE WEED PIZZA AND I WANTED HAM AND- THE SWORD, YEAH! THE SWORD!”

To her disappointment, amongst this wanton destruction, no ham was found. Ryoko clues her in that Hibiki just single handedly completed a relic, and though the entire place is a mess, the mission wasn’t a complete failure. They’ll just have to return the relic back to base, now the entire location is, conveniently, destroyed.

“yeah yeah. the weed made it. the sushi made it. the pizza made it. what didnt we deliver today?”

“...”

“singing really does make you hungry, huh?”

[callmehopeless]

I love love love the build up you have going in Honeyed Eyes! So much wonderful tension. I love that in fics, because when they finally do get together it's just the best. And since this is Clyde we are talking about its going to be so freaking hot! Can't wait! You are a blessing to the Clyde fandom!

oOOO Boy this anon just made my heart flutter (literally and metaphorically!). I read this in hospital and I was like “yes, this makes me feel better inside”.

I’m really trying to make that build up make sense; I’ve written so many fics where I’ve felt pressure to go from 0 to 60, and in this fic (and also because of Clyde’s character) I want to slow it right the way down. Clyde’s the kind of guy who works against instincts and feelings; he thinks about things, he’s nervous, he takes his time. That also makes for suuuuuuuper fun slow burn, so I’m letting the fic pace itself naturally and building it over time

Trust me: the payoff is gonna be HUGE. Once we get to the smutty stuff, it’s going to (hopefully) feel natural and charged and right. 

[deukaeloveclub]

Pentagon Title Track Watch Through

When I want to get into a group I like to go through and watch all their mvs in chronological order and then check out their full discography in chronological order. Here are my thoughts and reactions to the mvs

Gorilla (8/10)

I was skeptical when it started with a sax riff (it has been over used since Worth It). But it’s done well and doesn’t get annoying like I expected. The vocals are good and I like all of the wrappers. The dance is fun and the simile metaphor of the song made me smile. And their warehouse scenes were well staged so it didn’t seem boring. Also edawn looks like A CHILD!

Can You Feel It (9/10)

This is what a comeback should be this feels like a step up on every level. The set, outfits, even the production feels smoother and more sophisticated. When I saw the uniforms I thought marching band so I was so psyched that that was what they were going for. (After re-listening I realize there were even marching snares in the buildup!) The pentagon arch is clever. Loving the hair in this too. edawn looking like an average kpop boy is still weird.

Pretty Pretty (7.5/10)

OMG I’ve seen this but somehow forgot/didn’t realize? this was Pentagon(even though their name is all over the video) I might have watched it bc chungha?? The video is super cute. The song is also bright and happy. No complaints.

Critical Beauty (10/10)

THE USE OF THIS SAMPLE IS SO AMAZING I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. The dance is so good too and I love the twin concept the members do. This is the edawn I recognize.

Like This (10/10)

So this song had a short film released before it. That’s how you know it’s serious when they gotta make preface with backstory. So we going sad dark Pentagon for the first time. I think they reused one of these locations in shine? Okay wow this song is a journey the structure feels very unique and I think that’s because each of the rap sections sound so different and the transition into the chorus is a little different everytime. So I wrote down the vibe I got from each section (sad, moody, soaring, defiant, conceding, persist) and when I looked at the lyrics it matched sooooo well! They are able to convey the message just through the sound of the voices A.M.AZING. 

Runaway (9.5/10)

Oh wait! I’ve heard this before quite a bit and I’ve even watched the video once. This song also feels a little sad but heavier? Makes sense that demo 1 and demo 2 have connected sounds. WOOSEOK’S HAIR. and Hongseok’s. all the hair actually. I like the grungier look and sound.

Violet (8.5/10)

not a title but it has a video I’m a fool I thought this would be cute but it was sad. It’s on the same album as runaway I should have realized. Somehow the trap beat doesn’t subtract from the emotion? And the way it cuts out at the end?? it’s like being left hanging after the breakup

Shine (9/10)

The song we all know. It’s really good.

Naughty Boy (10/10)

Maybe controvesal but, I like this even more than Shine? It makes me very happy. I love to dance and scream along with it, esp the repeated backround 리 in 청개구리.

Cosmos (8/10)

Oh longboard--oh wait suits. OOOO I already love the guitar and the dance.The switch up from the first chorus to the second verse is so good. Lol the ring is a hexagon. That space effect is super cool.

Can’t wait to see how there b sides stack up.