#sorry y’all just flavor text

[digitaldollsworld]

“Omg y’all were so scared bc Byakuya hasn’t shown up what if something bad has happened to him!!!”

This motherfucker:

[taexbankai]

I only want you

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a story in about 6 years so i’m extremely rusty so PLEASE bear with me😭. I wanted to make a story that had smut but an actual plot with it so there will definitely be more chapters coming out! Also if there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes i apologize! I’ve been writing this story while at work so i read over it but i miss stuff sometimes

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The first time i met satoru was about 13 years ago. I was only 5 years old, my big brother suguru was 8. Suguru came home one day after school and asked our mom if he could bring a friend over after school tomorrow. My mom said yes and that was what started it all

the next day after school suguru came home and he brought his friend.

“hello, nice to meet you! I’m satoru gojo” the white haired boy said as he introduced himself to my mom.

“hello gojo nice to meet you! are you hungry? would you like anything to eat?” My mom said as she smiled at him

“yes please” gojo said as he returned her smile. I on the other hand couldn’t stop myself from staring at him. His pretty white hair and his beautiful blue eyes were so new to me, i couldn’t help but want to get closer to him.

“this is my little sister y/n” I heard suguru say which snapped me out of my thoughts. Gojo came over to me with a smile on his face

“hello y/n, i’m suguru’s best friend nice to meet you” he said as he looked right into me eyes

“h-hi” I said as i looked down at my feet, too shy to look him back in the eyes. I heard him and suguru laugh before suguru asked him if he wanted to go into his room and play the game. As they walked upstairs i immediately went into the kitchen to talk to my mom.

“mom, suguru’s best friend is super cute!” i said thinking back to how he smiled at me when he introduced himself to me, a smile slowly finding it’s way onto my face just thinking about him.

“aww, y/n’s first crush is her big brother’s best friend” my mom teased as she laughed at me.

——— time skip a few years sorry y’all lol

I am now 14 soon turning 15 and a sophmore in highschool. My brother and his best friend are now seniors in high school. I’ve become closer to satoru but my once innocent little crush has turned into being full on in love with him. Once i turned 14 i realized my feeling for satoru were more than just a little crush.

“i’m serious shoko!” i said to my best friend on facetime while combing my hair before bed

“ but y/n why gojo out of all people? he’s not even cute” shoko said to me with a very unimpressed look on her face as i ranted to her about satoru for the 15th time today

“ i’ve decided to just suck it up and tell him how i feel at my birthday party. I invited him and he said he’ll definitely be there” i told her as i turned off my room light and turned my led lights on as i laid down in my bed

“okay and what about your brother? he’s not gonna be happy about you wanting to date his best friend” shoko said

“i know… that’s why i just won’t tell him” i said as i looked over to my clock

“ anyways it’s almost 12 so i’m going to go to bed, text me when you get up bestie” i told shoko as i turned on my side, grabbing my phone charger

“okay, goodnight bestie love you”

“goodnight, love you too”

“y/n are you up?”

i woke up to someone knocking on my door

“hmm?” i said while turning on my other side curling into a ball, slowly falling back to sleep

“i’m coming in” i heard my brother’s voice say as my room door opened

“y/n what flavor cake did you want for the party? i need you to tell me now because i want to put in a order so it’s ready by saturday” suguru said as he sat down on my bed and pulled his phone out

“you can pick” i said, pulling my blanket over my head, desperately trying to go back to sleep

“okay, i don’t want to hear any complaints then” he said as he sighed and laid down next to me while on his phone

“get off! you’re on top of my blankets” i said to suguru, annoyed that he laid down on top of the blanket instead of underneath

“nah” he said and turned on his side. I angrily got up from underneath my blanket and tried to pull the blanket from underneath suguru

“you’re so heavy!” i said as he just sat there and laughed. After 5 minutes of pulling i just gave up and laid back down trying to go back to sleep

“who all did you invite to the party?” suguru suddenly asked me

“not that many people. Shoko, satoru, and a few other friends from school” i said as i looked at him. He nodded and started texting someone on his phone

“why?” i asked, curious now

“no reason, just wanted to know if i could invite some people” he said

“eww, you wanna invite your girlfriend” i said teasing him

“shut up. and she’s not my girlfriend” he said as he slightly pushed me

“yuki is always over and you’re always hanging out with her, you might as well just date her” i said

“enough about me, when are you going to get a boyfriend” he said to me slightly laughing

“ i already like someone right now” i said accidentally. my eyes widened once i realized what i said

“oh really? who is it?” suguru asked as he locked his phone and put it down, his attention now fully on me

“it doesn’t matter who it is” i said as i turned and looked at everything but him

“i wanna know who, just in case i gotta beat him up” suguru jokingly said

“can you not be an annoying big brother for like 5 minutes please?” i said as i rolled my eyes and started laughing

“no really though, i want to know” suguru said. just when i ran out of excuses to give him his phone started ringing

“you can just come inside the doors unlocked. I’m in y/n’s room” suguru said. the person on the other side of the phone said something before suguru hung up

“who was that?” i asked

“satoru” he said

“don’t think i’m letting you off the hook. I wanna know the boy my little sister has a crush on” suguru said in a mocking voice

“y/n has a crush on someone?! who is it?” satoru said as he suddenly bursted into my room

“both of you get out of my room!” i said, now super shy since satoru came into my room

“you can tell me, i won’t tell anybody” satoru said as he sat down on my bed. He looked at me over the top of his black glasses

“next time toru” i said as i grabbed my phone trying to distract myself

“now can you both leave so i can get in the shower?” i added, trying to change the topic as i stood up and began walking to my bathroom

“wait, what flavor did you want your cake? i’m helping suguru get stuff ready for the party” satoru asked me as he stood up and stopped me by grabbing my shoulders.

“white” i said quickly without giving satoru a chance to respond before turning around and going into my bathroom

“now both go you get out” i said as i closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower water

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first chapter is done! i really hope you all end up enjoying the story as i continue writing it 😭 please lmk if it’s terrible or if you’re actually liking it so far!

[racerchix21]

The First Time

Relationship: Georgia Adams/ Roman Reigns

Word Count: 856

Tagging: @thesamoanqueen, @sunnyfleur23, @nayys-world @wickedsunfire @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @gobbersworld

Summary: A series of firsts in Georgia and Roman’s relationship!

Work Text:

1. Their 1st meeting

Georgia Adams was nervous as hell to make her main roster debut with WWE and then to be debuting as Roman Reigns’ mixed tag partner was even worse. Not that being stuck with a big ass sexy as sin Samoan was a hardship but still it was nerve wracking and her best friends laughing and giggling wasn’t helping matters.

“Y’all, I’ll be back later I’m just gonna go for jog around the arena. I’ll catch y’all later,” she said catching their attention as she all but ran out of their locker room running straight into a solid wall of muscle.

Pulling back she was greeted with the most mesmerizing brown eyes and holy shit he was gorgeous, “Oof, I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying more attention to where I’m going.”

“No, no I should’ve been. I’m Roman and the blonde one is Dean, Abs is Finn and the mouthy looking one is Seth. And you are?,” the pretty guy -Roman rumbled.

“The names Georgia. I’m sorry I was gonna go for a jog before I went to meet my mixed tag partner. Wait you wouldn’t happen to be Roman Reigns would you?”

“Yes ma’am I am. How bout I join you for that jog and we get to know each other better before our match?”

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2. Their first date

Walking around a fun fair with Roman was fun and the best first date she’d been on in forever but she was struggling to keep up with his giant steps. Not to mention she kind of chilly with the wind beginning to blow. “Ro, can you slow down a little please? I’ve got short legs and I’m afraid I’m gonna lose you.”

“Yeah, princess. Here hold my hand or better yet I’ll give you a piggyback ride so we don’t get separated,” he says offering his hand. “Wait baby are you cold? How bout instead we do this,” he asks before wrapping an arm around her pulling her into his side. “That better?”

“Hmm, yep that’s much better. Thanks Reigns,” Georgia hums smirking up at him when he growls at her use of his last name.

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3. Their first kiss

Georgia had been psyching herself out all night preparing for this moment right here. Standing up on her tippy toes, she smiles up at Roman and draws him in for what she’s been hoping is the first of many kisses.

She can feel Roman’s smirk against her lips before he gets with the program running his fingers through her hair kissing her back. The taste of his mint flavored chapstick and the chocolate cheesecake they shared for dessert bursts out first and she can’t help but continue to pull him into a series of tinier pecks.

This is definitely the best last first kiss of her life and she can’t wait to see what the rest are like.

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4. Georgia’s first Wrestlemania main event and Roman’s first chance at good boyfriending

Being injured sucked but getting to witness his best friend, his baby main event the biggest show of the year more than made up for it. Especially since Georgia was getting main event with her best friends Reese, Shawnee and Kayce for the first time in their careers. Roman didn’t know who was more stressed out about it: him or Georgia.

A women’s Fatal Four Way was something the company had never attempted before and sitting backstage with Dean, Seth and Finn they could all feel the crowds electric energy. Listening to the crowd pop when the bell rang, they were all 4 on the edge of their seats as they’re badass queens did their thing, he thought he might be able to get used to this.

“Gentlemen, regardless of who wins I think we can all agree that their the 4 best in the game right now, what do y’all think,” Roman asks looking towards his friends.

“Yep, I’m gonna be proud no matter what because they all deserve to be right where they are right now,” Seth says glancing at Dean and Finn who quickly agree.

Even though Georgia doesn’t win, Roman couldn’t be prouder of her or of Reese who gets the win. Seeing his friends greet their girlfriends, he snags Georgia’s wrist and tells her how proud he is with kisses instead of words.

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5. Their first child

Watching Georgia hold their newborn daughter Kaia, Roman sits back and thinks about all their other firsts. He can already tell that his life just got crazier with a baby girl to love and protect but he can’t wait to see who she’s gonna be one day and what kind of adventures she’s gonna lead them on.

Hearing Georgia murmuring to her, he leans down to give her a kiss and hold his fingers out for Kaia to latch onto. His heart swells and he huffs a laugh and smiles down at his perfect beautiful girls.

He can’t wait for even more firsts with Georgia like their first dance as husband and wife, he just has to propose but that can wait a day or two,” he thinks to himself.

[inventors-fair]

Regional Didactics: Judge examples ~

Let’s talk about some stuff. Some cards! Some cards from @mistershinyobject​ and @naban-dean-of-irritation​ to be precise.

The Juri Revue is a...circus? on Ravnica named for its eponymous jester, and while it’s not given a specific placement in the world, it’s a location you can go to, which makes sense for the contest and in the world. Raving Revue is a radically powerful card that’s also a great finisher. Maybe even an uncommon, considering the fun to be had with Living Lightning and the like, although for limited it also removes a potential attacker. But we all know what Rakdos does, we know how it works, and this card feels great—not to the victims, but. The name’s pun and the flavor text’s connection is exactly what a carnage carnival wants.

Minor wording aside, what I love about Skysail Sanctuary is how it shapes part of Ikoria’s color identity. Yorion isn’t just a cloudy beast; it’s a monster, just like Skythrix, just like all the non-human creatures on the plane. And white and blue vehicles on somewhere like Kamigawa are radically different than the ones here. What’s especially neat about the flavor is that the inhabitants seem to take after sharks, to be stubborn survivalists no matter what, and it’s a chilling combination of natural forces and mortal necessity that you don’t usually see.

But this is just me liking designs. What do these cards have to teach us?

Raving Revue:

Magic doesn’t have to be serious about its moods, high-fantasy hoity-toity or heart-gripping drama. Dark humor is still humor, and mood matters most!

It’s totally okay to do something that’s been done before, that we’re familiar with (like Rakdos) if it’s done exceptionally right.

Pushing the power envelope in a way that piques interest is best done when the mechanics are cohesive.

Subtlety is important! After all, the sacrificed contestant came back for more, which is just so brilliantly silly.

Skysail Sanctuary:

Each world had a mood that doesn’t necessarily correspond to color expectations. What’s different about this place?

A card with a strong enough world feel can use simpler mechanics to convey a sense of overall strength without having to push too far.

The imagination alongside worldbuilding can create important images—the mental image, for example, of this Skysail ship as it traverses the clouds.

(Sorry to throw you under the bus, Zwy!) Double-check small aspects of your cards for presentation—like not adding spaces after emdashes, utilizing MSE’s “Crop top/bottom” functions, and looking at wording precedent for things like triggers (Ojutai Exemplars). But unless its brokenly glaring, it won’t detract from a strong enough card. Minor tweaks are minor.

Thanks, y’all. Enjoy designing!

[corvid-mellofficial]

hhhhhhhai

i’m steel :)

(he/him/it/its - 19 - queer - US American)

welcome to my art blog!!

here is where i post art i’ve made and reblog art i like!

most of what i have rn is p old and taken from my spam account lmfao, but i do post new stuff when i remember to

i’m a traditional artist who usually uses alcohol markers for my colour work

…undertale and oc hell, sorry not sorry. the special interest is strong and underfell sans has had a vice grip on me since 2016

asks are open! feel free to bug me about my little shit characters or request a sketch

more under the cut

here's some stuff about me :D

favorite colour? cyan!

favorite genre of movie? horror!

favorite genre of music? ...quite literally everything. my liked songs is a minefield. rn i really like rage rap and swing though!

favorite song?

favorite musical artists? will wood, hozier, jhariah, do not resurrect, BABY GRAVY, pierce the veil, melancolia, deftones, etc.

favorite literature? oscar wilde my beloved (i left his book at home don't ask me trivia blease i just love him), biology, thrillers, societal commentary

fandoms? undertale (obviously), UTMV (obviously), homestuck, deltarune, the magnus archives/protocol (no spoilers pls), the arcana, marble hornets, occasionally creepypasta? idk i like the fanon designs :3

favorite aus? underfell!!!! though i am also very fond of understate, echotale, and (noncanon) dreamtale!

gender and sexuality? am trans and some flavor of asexual idk. but i'm also the asexual who's posting pure filth on ao3 and will not shut up about being attracted to underfell sans and nightmare

my aus and fics, currently! (corvid_mellow on ao3)

-UnderHeist

-Veneraverse

-Death and Despair Multiverse

-FINAL GIRL (18+)

-Finis Via

-being so normal series

-Should I Stay or Should I Go (on hiatus)

-The Cat and the Canary (under major reconstruction and hiatus LMAO)

i consider myself to be pretty ship neutral!

that being said, i don’t go through and block people for ships and stuff, and the less i think about it the better, BUT!! i am incredibly uncomfortable with incest! whether that be fontcest, dreammare, etc. sanscest is fine (id fuck an alternate version of myself, but never my siblings), but please don’t bring any of that onto my posts 🫶

also dni if you're any kind of queerphobic, racist, fatphobic, ableist, hateful in general, OR support the harassment of people over silly internet things. i won't be fighting with people on this blog, so i'll just block you if i catch your ass. i do not tolerate the hate of those who have done nothing to deserve it.

#'s!

i tag my art with “steel arts”

reblogs are “steel bebloggin”

asks and text posts are “steel blogs” and/or “steel says stuff”

me being absolutely down bad (usually underfell sans) is “steel simpery”

my writing tag is “steel be writin”

aaaaaand my ocs are tagged with “[character name] posting”

i try to tag everything i reblog with important tags, and i don’t do politics here!!

love y’all :)

[aellynera]

Hi love! Can you do a Oscar Isaac x reader where they do the buzzfeed video reading thirst tweets and he gets jealous of the tweets? Thank you so much, I love your page. ❤️

Hello lovely Nonnie! I’m sorry this took so long, but I finally got super inspired to finish it. It’s not Oscar Isaac per se (I don’t do RPF) but I thought about it a bit and I was like...but I will do a Llewyn AU. So that’s what I did, and here it is, and I hope you and whoever else reads it, enjoys it! (note: most of the tweets came from various Thirst Tweet videos on YouTube, but there are a couple I just made up.)

I Want Llewyn Davis to Blank Me in the Blank (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader, Modern AU)

Word Count: 1300(ish)

Warnings: Some language, sexual references but nothing graphic or explicit just suggestive, floof.

- Llewyn isn’t sure what a BuzzFeed is, and to be honest, he’s not even sure what the hell a thirst tweet is. 

- You’re always teasing him that, if the world suddenly loses all technology tomorrow and the internet and social media disappear, he’ll be the only one who will still be able to function, and he’ll probably be a lot happier.

- You’re not wrong.

- He hates social media. Doesn’t understand what the point is really, why so many people are obsessed with it. Yeah, he technically has official accounts on all the major platforms, mainly because you insisted and set them up. They’re just placeholders and he never uses them.

- The only reason he’s even here to do this media gig is because you asked, all wide puppy-dog eyes and gnawed-on bottom lip, and he knows that you know he can’t say no to that.

- Not that he ever really wants to say no to you, but sometimes...

- Now he’s almost one hundred percent certain he regrets it.

- You’ve tried explaining the concept to him, probably like twenty-some times, and you’re trying again now, but as you lead him into the studio it pretty much goes in one ear and out the other.

- People don’t know you’re together, so he’s annoyed by that on top of everything else, because he can’t call you any of the usual pet names that roll off his tongue like melted butter.

- No angel. No baby. No sweetheart. It fucking sucks.

- "It’s not a serious thing, Llewyn. Just...fake it till you make it. Make jokes about it, it’ll be fine,” you tell him.

- You sit side by side at a little table, a couple feet apart, and a production assistant put a little metal bucket in front of each of you.

- Llewyn gives you a weird look. You just shake your head and smile this cute little smile that he does his level best to ignore because, well, you’re in public and nobody knows.

- Then the tweets come out of the buckets.

- Things I requite in a man: five nine, pisces, grammy nominated, llewyn davis. That’s all i ever need.

- Why is Llewyn Davis so attractive? He’s like 30 years older than me and I’m a lesbian but he still gets me hot and bothered.

- I cannot believe Llewyn Davis invented being sexy.

- Llewyn Davis got thicc lips and thicc hips

- I want Llewyn Davis to be my daddy but not in the fatherly kind of way.

- There’s a lot more, but honestly, they all sort of blend together.

- He manages to laugh them off and make some clever comments but he shoots you a look that’s part confusion, part disdain, and really annoyed. You just shrug.

- But then the tweets start coming out of your bucket, and Llewyn’s brain instantly regains its laser-focus.

- First, because everyone calls you by your online handle, which drives the nail further into Llewyn’s coffin because of his inability to actually call you cute names night now.

- Secondly, who do these assholes think they are, talking about his girl like this?

- Hello? Maker? Can we talk about how you put the heavens in AngelEyes’s eyes, because it’s starting to cause some serious problems over here. Kthx.

- I want to lick cherry-flavored jello off AngelEyes fingers, why does life have to be so unfair?

- Sit on my face and suffocate me, AngelEyes.

- AngelEyes’s boobs are a gift from whatever deity you choose to believe in, and if you’re an atheist, well, then more tits for me.

- I’m pretty sure AngelEyes could get all my children out of me, and I’m willing to take that challenge.

- Llewyn’s kind of tuned out, trying not to pay any attention to all the dirty things the world wants to do to you, but his head finally snaps up and his arm does too and his little metal bucket goes crashing to the floor.

- You (and everyone else in the studio) just stare at him.

- “Could I...” he clears his throat, “could I speak to you, for just a minute? Like, out in the hall?”

- “Okay?” you say slowly, but stand up and head towards the door, with him right behind you.

- The door barely has a change to swing shut behind you before Llewyn is on you, frantically pressing his lips to yours in a soul-sucking kiss.

- “Llewyn, what are you doing?” you hiss when you finally break away for air.

- It took quite a few minutes before you absolutely needed that break and you’re fairly certain people are going to come looking for you any second because you have to be taking a lot longer to “talk” than Llewyn implied.

- “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to sit there and pretend all those tweets are okay”

- He’s pressing you against the wall and you can’t help the slightly impish smile that comes to your face. “I have a pretty good idea.”

- Llewyn glares through narrowed eyes. “This isn’t funny, AngelEyes.”

- “I was listening to all the ones people said about you too. Don’t get so worked up, Llewyn, it’s all in good fun.”

- Llewyn snorts.

- “Baby, are you...jealous?” You raise a brow at him.

- “I have half a mind to just take you up against this wall, right now.”

- “You’re jealous.”

- His mouth is suddenly a breath away from yours again, and he murmurs, “I just want people to know that you’re mine. And to know that I’m yours. And to never read a single thirst tweet ever again in my entire life,” before his desperate lips are back on yours.

- This time, he pulls out of the kiss first and you rest your head on his shoulder and try to catch your breath again.

- He’s checking something on his phone - replying to a text from his manager Snap or his sister, maybe, you’re only vaguely aware that he’s actually on his phone at all.

- But then you feel your own phone vibrate in your pocket.

- You pull it out and immediately almost drop it.

- “Llewyn. You...you didn’t.”

- Llewyn looks at you with a completely innocent face. He slides his phone back in his pocket and hooks a thumb towards the door. “I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart. Come on, we should probably get back in there before they send a search party.”

- You barely have time to process the notification that Llewyn Davis (@ folksingerwithacatofficial) has made his first tweet! Check it out! and even less time to actually read it before Llewyn disappears through the door and you have to follow.

- But it there was a picture - you didn’t even know Llewyn knew how to do that. And if he had an extra minute, he’d be inordinately proud of himself.

- It’s from a friend’s rooftop party a couple weeks ago. You’re behind him with your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, and he has his eyes closed and a happy, content little smile on his face.

- There’s no way anyone’s going to look at it and be like, ‘oh they’re just friends.’ But the caption definitely clears it up.

- Never been happier than I am w/AngelEyes by my side. Aren’t enough words to say how much I love you, baby. Maybe I’ll just write you a song or ten.

- You head back into the studio, about to shove your phone back in your pocket, your face burning hotter than the sun, but it vibrates again and you see the corners of Llewyn lips turn up, even though he’s pointedly not looking at you.

- There’s another tweet.

- Now go get some water y’all and stop talking about my girlfriend’s tits. At least give her ass the credit it deserves too.

- Llewyn pretends not to notice when, five minutes later, everyone’s phones and laptops and tablets start blowing up with notifications and reactions. He just pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly on the cheek.

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[sparklycitrus]

Well Hello Again

Hi lovely peoples. I've come back from winter hibernation, i.e. I finally watched No Time to Die (had to pay 6 bucks to rent it, and, uh, yeah, not worth! lol), and so, I can check my tumblr again sans spoilers. Freedom!

I'm not sure if the 00q fandom is still around haha. But that's okay, AO3 is still plentiful, and I've signed up for this year's 00QRBB, because I'm rusty with writing fanfic and that is a great motivator. I also have about a half-year's worth of fics to read through (and plenty of mad fix-its, I presume.) If I plan to actually follow canon I'd stop right in the middle of the film and pretend everything that happened after was a figment of a fever dream. Pure personal preference - y'all do whatever y'all like, I'll read and comment and love all the fics regardless.

So, if you still have me on your dash and is still in 00q leave me a holler if you want. I'll be here for a good bit. See y’all around!

(Rambly, personal movie gripes below. I literally just finished the film last night so it's fresh on my mind. Feel free to skip.)

Canon things I've learned and other things I’m going to adjust in my writing:

Q canonically dates men (and women? not clear), has two Sphinx cats, and has seriously gotten over his fear of flying (if he really were, at all). Also, he seems to like chinoiserie and other oriental things, which I don't know how I feel about. But I think that's more due to the flavoring of No Time to Die stemming from Dr. No. So, might not necessarily make its way into my fic settings.

Nomi is, um, not a lesbian? At least I didn’t notice on screen? I’ve heard from fandom since forever before this movie came out that she’s a lesbian, but I haven’t seen it confirmed one way or another in the film. Maybe I missed a throwaway dialogue, but, yeah. I’m going to operate as if it’s not set in stone. Plus, she’s a double-oh agent. Probably have to swing both ways for the job.

Safin has some of the murkiest motivation ever. Like, why does he need to kill everybody in the whole world when he already has a perfectly good reason to be evil - revenge on Spectre! If the plot needs Bond to die for Madeleine they can easily make it so Safin’s goal is to torment every person ever related to Spectre, especially a White, without the dubious “kill the world!” ambition. It’ll be more dramatic and personal and makes more sense. Yeah, anyway, looks like Raoul Silva will still be the only villain I’ll attempt to write about in my fics.

And last, this is just a giant gripe, but nanobots. Eternal. Nanobots. I don’t even - you know, Q himself just proved that nanobots are not eternal because he has to re-inject Bond with the damn nano Smartblood because, I assume, the thing ran out of power during Bond’s retirement. If you can make a perpetual energy generator no matter what it runs on I think you just solved the world energy crisis. Could’ve just said something like “it has a half-life of 50 years” so Bond’ll be dead before he can touch his family without killing them - same goddamn effect without completely breaking immersion. I’m pretty sure that was when the film lost me - when they claim anything robotic is eternal. I know Bond gadgets are some serious science fiction but, this one just irks me to no end.

Okay, gripes over. Sorry for the wall of text. Peace!

[amor-immortalem]

I Could Care Less (About You)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

A/N: I wanted to write something around the time when Arella first got to the devildom. We all know Mammon didn't like the MC very much. It's my own thoughts that he was especially mean in those first few weeks up until they made the pact and I kind of wanted to explore that in terms of his and Arella's relationship.

It all started with small acts of kindness. Taking the fall for him when items would go missing so he wouldn’t get strung up from the ceiling, saving a plate for him when he was late for dinner, letting him copy her homework when he didn’t finish his in time. Mammon can’t understand it. He and this human hardly know anything about each other but here she is, doing little things that would make his life just a little bit easier. Hell, he’d even stolen multiple objects of value from Arella and yet she never ratted him out to his brother despite knowing damn well who did it. She just let it slide.

If he’s being honest, it scares him. Did she like him that much or could she possibly want from something from him? Mammon was sure she was gearing up to ask for a favor from him. He decided whatever it was he wouldn’t do it. He may have had the task of looking after this human forced upon him by Lucifer but he wasn’t about to sit back and comply with it.

The demon made sure to let the human know what an inconvenience she was to him almost every day- most typically whenever he had to cancel his own plans to escort her around town. She took it like a champ though, never seeming to let it bother her. She was so kind it was almost annoying. Maybe it really didn’t bother her. That must be the only reason she’s pestering him now. He did have to give her credit for her persistence though.

“Come on, Mammon! Lucifer left me in charge of the grocery shopping and I can’t go out alone or I’ll get eaten.” Arella said as she trailed after the Avatar of Greed. Having only been here in the Devildom for only a handful of weeks, she was still actually afraid that a lower demon might make a snack out of her.

“Ask one of my brothers ta take ya. I got plans and you’re not ruinin’ ‘em this time.”

Had any of the other brothers been home, Arella gladly would have asked one of them, but they weren’t- not even Mr. Shut-In himself! It was just her and her insensitive guardian demon.

“They’re not home, you know that.”

“I don’t give a shit, human! You got a phone. Just text ‘em. Now scram! I got a poker game ta get to and you’re holdin’ me up.”

“B-but-”

“Diavolo almighty,” Mammon groans as he turns to her, “I guess ya didn’t hear me clear enough the first time so I’ll say it again nice’ an’ slow for ya so try to keep up, ‘kay? I do not care about you. I hate the fact that I have to babysit ya. You could get eaten and I couldn’t care less. Infact, my life would be considerably easier if ya weren’t around. Got it?”

“O-Okay,” Arella squeaked under the intensity of the white-haired demon’s gaze. “Understandable, have a good night then.... hope you win a lot.”

“Whatever,” Mammon huffs with a roll of the eyes. “I don’t need your well wishes.” With that, Mammon turns and heads out the door.

As she watched him go, Arella bit her lip to hold back the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Once she was sure the demon was gone, the human sank down to floor, quiet sobs shaking her small frame. All she wanted was just an hour or two out of his time and he wouldn’t even give her that. She had never felt so resented before in all her 21 years of life- not even when her mother was alive had it ever been this bad. Now, as she wiped at her eyes, it really set in that she was left with no other option but to do this alone- gods forbid she ask one of the others for help and then it somehow get back to Lucifer that Mammon wasn’t doing his job. She would never hear the end of it from the greedy demon.

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The trip to and from the store had gone smooth enough. No demons had really bothered to pay her any mind, not even when she slipped off one of the higher shelves and smacked her head on the shopping cart resulting in the ugly bruise that had formed on the outer edge of her right eye. Bruises were something Arella was used to covering up, so it would be a simple enough task. She only had a little way left to go before she made it back to the House of Lamentation, but nothing can ever be easy for Arella.

Standing at the gates, blocking her path, was a small pack of demons. She had seen them eyeing her up in the halls at RAD during the passing periods. As they turned to her, Arella panicked- her heart rate skyrocketing as her body screamed at her to run. She wanted to but her feet wouldn’t move. It wasn’t until her brain processed that they were moving did her body actually turn to run. By then it was too late, they were upon her in seconds, knocking her to the ground with a tackle as she struggled and let out a scream.”

“Lookit you,” the one she presumed to be the leader smiled as he brushed some of the hair away from her face. “You sure do look tasty. I wonder where we should start first with you... dark or light meat?” He took a hold of her wrist, pulling it toward his mouth. He was about to bite down when...

“Hey! The fuck do the five of ya think you’re doing?!” The Avatar of Greed snarls as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. He had been in a good night after having won nearly all the games he’d played tonight before decided to call it quits- now it was soured. “Ya know what? I’m feelin’ generous tonight, so I’ll give y’all five seconds to get off that stupid human before I gut ya and string ya up by your entrails.”

He only needed until the count of one and a change into his demon form before the pack of demons made the right choice and booked it. The Avatar of Greed let out an irritated sigh as he walked over to Arella and hoisted her up by the arm.

“You’re fucking lucky, ya know that, girly? If I didn’t come home when I did, you’d be dead right now. How are you that damn stupid, huh?”

“’m sorry, I-,” Her voice was small and a little bit slurred as she tried to get her footing.

“I don’t wanna hear any excuses, right now. Just get inside the house go lay down or somethin’- whatever it is that you humans do ta calm down.” He gave her a bit of a rough shove and she scrambled for the doors while he gathered up the bags she had dropped and brought them inside the house.

Arella made a beeline for her room and curled up under the covers. Her headache from the fall earlier was even worse and now her arm was hurting from the strength of Mammon’s grip when he pulled her up from the ground.

“I want to go home....” she sniffled quietly into her pillow. “I should have never done this.”

The human thought she’d find a place for herself on this exchange programme but now she thinks this was all a big mistake. She had no idea what exactly she was signing up for only that something in the back of her mind yelling at her to do so. These last few weeks had done nothing but to serve her late mother’s words as true: that she was trash and so deserved to be treated as such.

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Out in the kitchen, Mammon is unloading and putting away the groceries that weren’t crushed or broken after the incident outside when he came across a bag filled exclusively with cup noodles. There had to have been at least twenty of them that she had managed to cram into the bag- all in his favorite flavor no less. A look of surprise crossed his face. He had only mentioned this in passing to her once before and he wondered how she managed to get her hands on them as this specific flavor was kept on the top shelf of that section. Not something that would be a problem for someone as tall as himself but for her? She was 4’11”! She would have had to scale the shelfs just to have even the smallest chance of reaching them.

Setting the package of cup noodles he was holding down, Mammon looked to Arella’s door before looking back to the noodles. Again, those questions rang in his head. Just what was her deal? He thinks, she’s always doin’ all these favors for me and never asks for anything in return from me. Well, no I can’t say that... She did ask one thing of me and that was ta go grocery shoppin’ with her because she was afraid ta go alone- for me ta do the one job Lucifer assigned me and I essentially told her ta fuck off. The demon thinks back to their earlier exchange- how he could see the fear in her eyes and the tears that were starting to form right before he left. Great.... Now I feel guilty... I should probably go apologize and see if I can get her to stay quiet ‘bout this whole thing...

Knocking on the door- something the demon hardly ever did- Mammon waited for a response. When he didn’t get one, he just let himself in. “Arella I-!” He stopped as there was there was a noticeable flinch from under the covers.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaked out, “Don’t hurt me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her response. Did she really think he was going to hurt her somehow? Well, all things considered, the demon can’t say he’s really all that surprised. He grabs the ends of the duvet and yanks it off of her, watching as Arella curls up and raises her arms to shield her head as if readying herself for blows that would never come.

Mammon knows that response all too intimately from the times where Lucifer would beat the ever-loving fuck out of him for indulging in his sin.

“Hey, calm down, okay. I ain’t gonna lay a hand on ya like that. Not only would Lucifer have my head, but I ain’t about beatin’ up on girls anyway.” He kneels down at the side of her bed and is horrified to see an ugly bruise marring the skin beside her eye. She does eventually calm down and pulls her arms away from her head after a few minutes of nothing happening. “Atta girl, now look at me,”

When Arella does open her pupils are dilated and now the demon is a little concerned. Humans’ pupils aren’t supposed to be that dilated, are they? That would mean... Mammon fishes his D.D.D. out of his pocket and shines the flashlight right in her eyes.

“What the fuck, Mammon!” Arella recoils as she hides her face once more and Mammon turns the flashlight off. “You’re such an ass!”

“I knew it.” He tsks, “When did you hit your head? Was it when those idiots tackled you to the ground or did you fall off one of the selves at the store?”

“I didn’t hit my head!” The human retorts, “I’m fine, my head just hurts.”

“Ya got a concussion, ya dumb human! Now out with it. Ya very obviously fell and I wanna know when it happened and how high you fell from!” For someone who couldn’t care less about her, he’s surprisingly concerned right now. If she slipped off one of the shelves at the store, he would be in hot water with Lucifer.

“I said I’m fine!” Arella abruptly stood up, swaying as she did, glaring daggers at the white-haired demon who looked up at her with a look of shock. Where did his docile little human go? “And what do you care anyway!? You said it yourself: You hate me and I’m just an inconvenience to you!”

“Now hold on a tick, I never said that exactly. You’re puttin’ words in my mouth. And you’re gonna fall standin’ on the bed like that. You’re already wobblin’.” he may not have said the part about hating her outright but at the very least he heavily implied it.

“Just get out of my ro-” She let out a yelp as she went toppling forward and the demon rushed to catch her. She landed slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“See I told ya you were gonna fall.” He huffed as he readjusted her while she pounded her fists against his back, struggling against his hold on her as he headed back out to the kitchen.

“Mammon, you put me down this instant! I’m not a sack of flour!”

“Stop being a brat and let me help ya!” The Avatar of Greed says as he places her on the island counter top. “Now stay there while I get you some ice for that bruise and some medicine for that headache of yours.”

Arella just sits there in shock of what he said. He wanted to... help her? That was new. She’s drawn out of her thoughts a few minutes later when she feels of bag of ice being pressed against the bruise. She let out a hiss as she tries to move away from it but it’s then that she notices his hand holding the other side of her face so she can’t move all that much.

“Quit squirming, will ya. It’s just a bag of ice.” He looks into her eyes before shifting the bag of ice over and running his thumb over the outside of her eye socket. “Doesn’t feel like anything’s busted in there. Ya got off lucky, kid... here take these.” he has a pill in his hand

“I’m not a kid,” Arella puffs her cheeks out in a pout. “Why’re you doing this when you said earlier that you didn’t care about me...?” she takes the medicine with a swig of water.

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m only doing this because if Lucifer finds out that you went to the store without me, I’ll be hanging from my toes for the next of the week. I’d rather not have a concussion of my own from getting dropped on my head when he decides I learned my lesson.”

“I won’t tell him if you don’t...” she says softly, “You don’t have to be nice to me. I know I don’t deserve it...”

“Huh?”

“N-nothing.”

“Now hold on there,” The demon says as he moves the bag back to where it was before, “You’re not gonna speed past that and act like ya didn’t just say what ya just said.”

“It’s nothing really,” Arella eyes dart around looking everywhere but Mammon’s. “Let’s just change the subject.”

“Alright, you can answer my earlier question then. How did you fall?”

“I slipped while climbing down from one of the shelving units at the store.... and smacked my head on the shopping cart.”

“No offense, but you’re kinda dumb. You were tryin’ ta get those noodles down, weren’t ya? You could have just grabbed whatever was at eye level or in your reach. You would have been an easy meal for a demon if you had passed out.”

“I know,” She sighed. “But that flavor is your favorite and I got everybody else’s favorites. It wouldn’t have been fair to not get yours.”

“It ain’t worth a concussion, short stack.” Once he’s sure she won’t move away, he lowers his hand from the side that isn’t icing the bruise and places it over hers. “Thanks though. And... I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t think you’d actually go out and try to get yourself eaten because I said I wouldn’t care.”

“I mean, that wasn’t my goal,” She sighed. “But I guess that’s the mess I got myself into huh?”

“Ya wouldn’t have if I would have done my job and gone with ya...” He scoots her over and then hops up on the island counter next to her. “I don’t get you, ya know...”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re too nice to me. I’ve been a jackass ta ya but you never seem to let it bother ya. You’re always coverin’ for me when I steal things from the house ta sell and you never said anything after I stole that necklace and other things from you. You save my plate at dinner when I don’t make it right away and you’ve lied right ta Lucifer’s face on multiple accounts for me... why? Why do you do these things?”

“I just wanted you to be nice to me. I know I just kind of got forced on you...  I thought maybe if I extended the olive branch first, we could be at least somewhat civil with each other... but no matter what I did, it didn’t change the way you treated me so I just kept pushing harder and harder to see if maybe...”

“I get what you’re sayin’...” he hummed. “Let’s start over then... I’ll look out for ya for the rest of the year if you’ll forgive me... It would be ta both of our benefit.”

She nodded as he hopped down from the counter. “Alright, let’s go then.”

“Go? Go where?”

“Back ta the store, some of the stuff ya bought got damaged when those demons attacked ya.”

“Oh... Alright... This isn’t some kind of trick, is it? You’re not going to ditch me, are you?”

“Nah, I won’t. And if anybody wants to eat ya, they’ll have to go through me, first. Got it?” he says as holds his hand out to her. She hesitantly took it and he tugged her along after him as they headed out. She hopes that maybe they could even become friends at some point. That maybe- just maybe- this is a turning point for them.

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Opportunity Pt 2

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff i guess?

warnings: one (1) swear word whoops

word count: 1,193

a/n: this is part 2! Click here to read part 1 :)

Y/N’s POV

Corpse and I began talking daily after he added me on Discord. As a college student, my sleep schedule was basically non-existent and so was his, so we would talk on the phone for hours about everything. I told him about my classes and my aspiration to work in a library someday, and he told me about his doctor’s appointment and his ever-growing popularity on the internet. He was nervous a lot, which I understood. His fame was growing so rapidly, it was understandable that he was nervous about all these new people talking about him and interacting with his content.

One day, I never got the phone call he usually gives me around 11. It was odd, so I decided instead to call him. The line rang for a while, but he didn’t answer. I checked all my socials to see if he was streaming or something, but he wasn’t. Did I do something wrong? I texted Sean and asked if he had heard from Corpse recently, but he said he hadn’t talked to him a couple days. I was really starting to get worried. I sent him a text to let him know I was there for him if he wanted to talk to me about it or if he just wanted someone to listen.

I never got the call that night. It made me sad, Corpse was basically the happiest part of my day, and I look forward to his calls more than anything else. I decided that I wouldn’t let myself overthink it and go get some coffee to help me feel better. It was October, so all my favorite fall flavors were available in my favorite shop. “Hey, Y/N! Long time no see,” the owner, Beth, said from behind the counter. I smiled sadly at her, setting my purse on the counter. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” There was only one other person in the shop, and he was waiting for his coffee to be made.

“I’m fine, I think I’m just overthinking something.”

“Well, I think that calls for a latte and a muffin.” She turned to begin making my order as the other barista, her daughter Alanna, made the other person’s. I glanced at the guy -- he was tall and had dark hair, with a black mask covering the bottom part of his face. I hesitantly made my way to stand in the general vicinity he was in, fiddling with the ring on my left hand. “So, what are you overthinking?” Beth asked, waiting for the espresso to drip. 

“Oh, I just was talking to this guy for a while, and he stopped responding out of nowhere kind of. I don’t know if I did something, or said something, but I really care about him so I’m trying not to flip in case he’s just going through something right now.”

“A guy?” She said with a smirk. “Where’d you meet him?”

“I actually haven’t met him in person. He’s friends with my cousin.” 

Corpse’s POV

I decided that coffee might help me feel better. I felt awful for not responding to Y/N last night, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone, even though talking to her would have probably made me feel better. The shop wasn’t far from my house, and they had really good fall flavors. I ordered my drink from the young girl and made my way to the far end of the counter to wait. The bell above the door dinged and a girl with Y/C/H walked in. She looked kind of sad. And kind of familiar…

She made small talk with the older woman behind the counter, so I assumed they were friends. She made her way over to me, obviously trying to give me my space. The older woman continued talking to the girl, asking what she was overthinking. “Oh, I just was talking to this guy for a while, and he stopped responding out of nowhere kind of. I don’t know if I did something, or said something, but I really care about him so I’m trying not to flip in case he’s just going through something right now.” Wait a second...

“A guy?” The woman asked. “Where’d you meet him?”

“I actually haven’t met him in person. He’s friends with my cousin.” Oh my god. “But he’s so sweet, and he actually listens to me when I talk.”

“That’s good, your last one had a bad habit of being a shithead and not doing that.” The girl laughed and looked down at her shoes. That’s her. That’s Y/N. Right in front of my face. “Here’s your muffin, sweetie.”

“Thanks. Anyway, I know he struggles sometimes to find the motivation to do anything, because I do too. So I’m trying not to freak about it. He’s a really great guy, I’m sure he just needed some time to himself.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 

“Yeah, I just needed a break,” I said quietly. Her head shot up, her eyes moving to meet mine. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Corpse?” She asked, surprised.

“Guilty,” I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find it in me to pick up the phone. I actually don’t think I even have it on me,” I said, patting the pockets on my jeans.

“No, that’s okay. I understand. I just didn’t think this would be the way I met you.” The older woman was smiling out of the corner of my eye, setting both of our coffees down on the counter.

“Here y’all go. You’re more than welcome to stay in the shop while we close up for lunch.” Y/N thanked her and glanced up at me.

“Do you want to?” Of course I do. I nodded and followed her to a table in the back corner. “Here, if you sit right there, your back will be to the door.” I looked at her, a little confused. “The windows. Uh… If you face away from them, then no one will… be able to see you.”

“Oh, yeah. Thank you,” I smiled. “So…”

“How are you?” She asked. She was so sincere, and even more beautiful in person. I had only seen pictures and little videos of her on her Instagram. She resembled Sean a little bit, obviously, but she was unlike anyone I had ever seen before. 

“I’m doing better. I just… woke up yesterday and felt awful. My fingers have been numb and I feel kind of nauseous. But I thought that coffee might help me feel better.” She had one hand against her cheek and the other gripped on her mug, listening to me intently. “I guess that was a good idea.” She grinned, letting out a small chuckle. “You’re… so pretty.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” she said, looking down at her coffee.

“I’m serious.” She met my eyes again.

“Thank you.” We sat in a comfortable silence for a while before she spoke again. “You have really nice eyes.” 

“Thank you. So, how did your essay turn out?” Her eyes lit up, excited to talk about her writing. God, she’s gorgeous.

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Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her, none of this would have happened. 

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,” 

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,” 

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled. 

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours. 

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment. 

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking. 

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,” 

“Your team?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. 

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?” 

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip. 

“No biggie?  I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed. 

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??” 

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“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone. 

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was. 

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her. 

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose. 

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back. 

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage. 

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly. 

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. 

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?” 

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously. 

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. 

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously. 

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call. 

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something. 

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal). 

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.” 

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated). 

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose. 

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you. 

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned. 

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo” 

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea. 

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation. 

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go. 

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean. 

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point). 

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles. 

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.” 

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance. 

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient. 

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods. 

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground. 

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.  

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food. 

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth. 

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,” 

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue. 

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

 “But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met. 

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours. 

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes. 

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you. 

“Hm, I’m your goof,” 

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her. 

“No more space travel for a while?” 

 “Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers. 

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

[writers-worst-nightmare]

Cooking (Denki x fem!reader)

Pairing(s): Denki x fem!reader

Warning(s): cussing, smut/18+ (minors DNI), sucking d*ck, switch Denki, mentions of ADHD

Word Count: 2,465

A/N (IMPORTANT ONE): everyone in this story is aged up to the 19, UA is a college in this AU but everything else is the same. So they are NOT minors and they are freshman in college!

A/N: request are always so pen so go ahead and drop on by, either leave the request in my inbox OR toy are more then welcome to message me if you want more detail or just want to get to know me :)

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You laid on the couch, relaxed and in a comfortable position where anything can happen. You where watching this new anime called Demon Slayer that Mina recommend to you. Saying something along the lines of his hit the guys where. Honestly, you didn’t get the hype, but it was pretty entertaining and you didn’t have anything else better to do then to study and actually get work done so why the hell not? Little did you know a little spark plug was about to attack you. That little spark plug going by the name of Denki Kaminari. He was annoying as fuck and you didn’t want him around. But he kept coming back for more so you let him in your life and you guy’s had this little friends-with-benefits thing going on.

“BOO!” Denki screamed on the top of his lungs, you jumped in fear and got your quirk ready. Your breath coming out in short puffs as you stared at the honey eyed boy.

“You shit head! I was at a scary scene!” You hissed, slapping Denki on the back of his head like Bakugou’s Mom did to him from time-to-time when the bakusquad was over at the angry blonde’s house.

“Sorryyy!” Denki wined, rubbing his head slightly as he mumbled some cussing under his breath. You rolled your y/e/c eyes before staring at the blonde again.

“What do you want?” You asked, annoyance filling your voice and clicking your judgement slightly. The screams of Tanjiro still ringing from the TV.

“Well I had this ADHD burst of energy and I will want to bake a cake but I can’t do it alone because if I do it alone then I will make a mess and then I will clean it up and then I will start cleaning and then—“ Denki kept on rambling about this whole chain of effects that would happen if you didn’t bake with him. You rolled your eyes and stared him straight in his bright electric yellow eyes. You paused for a moment, thinking of ways to shut the teenage male up. A idea popped in your head as you smirked and grabbed the back of Denki’s neck and drawing him towards your lips. Leaning in closer and kissing his slightly puffy lips. He was wearing the same cherry chapstick that you commented that smelled good before you noticed that Denki liked you. You always guessed that this was a way for Denki to get you to notice him. The kids went on for a few minutes before you took over and pushed him on his back against the couch. The blonde gasped between the kiss, his eyes started to water a little at the sudden reaction. Before things to get out of hand you broke the kiss and smiled at the blonde. Keeping a poker face on as you pulled away and swiped away the drool that was connected the two of your mouth’s. You giggled a little, a cocky smile dragging across your face.

“Shut up…” You leaned in and whispered into Denki’s ear, biting his ear lobe a little and giggling a little as Denki choked back a moan that was forcing it’s way up his throat.

“Y-yes ma’am…” Denki whimpered submissively, his lip quivering slightly as you let go of his ear and going towards the dorm room kitchen. Denki followed you like a lost puppy dog, he would be a good little puppy. You chuckled slightly at the joke that you made up in your head.

“What type of cake do you want to bake?” You prompted, getting the pantry open and seeing what cake mixes you guy’s had and if you needed to go get in a car and drive to the gas ration at this god forbidden hour.

“Oooh chocolate!” Denki cheered, a childish smile plastered across his face as he bounced up and down. You chuckled and looked across the pantry to see if you guy’s had any chocolate.

“Well,” you started to say, smacking you lips and staring at the pantry with a disappointment look on your face. “Crap.”

“What?”

”We don’t have any chocolate cake mix.”

“Shit.”

You closed the pantry door and went towards your dorm room to grabs out jacket and skateboard. “Wait dude, did you customize your skateboard?” Denki awed as he stared at your Haikyuu inspired skateboard that had Bokuto on it. You nodded your head ‘yes’ and fully pulled on a y/f/c hoodie.

“Yeah, I started customizing skateboard’s over the summer when we graduated UA” You answered Denki’s question fully and explained it. A smile on your face as you glanced back at the blonde-and-black haired male as he ran to grab his yellow hoodie and skateboard. His late board looked plainer then yours but that is probably because he used it more then you did. You smiled brightly at Denki before going outside of the dorms. Denki spoked followed and the two of you started skating down the street.

”We should do this more!” Denki exclaimed, a playful smirk on his face as he started to do more tricks on the skateboard. You laughed at Denki and started video him for a tiktok. The tiktok was of him singing the lyrics of Alien Boy and having a blast of his time.

“You’re such a dork…” You scoffed as you stopped recording the tiktok and editing it. Not even having to look up to know the way where the gas station was.

“Can you send me the tiktok?” Denki requested, you looked at him and gave him a ‘are you serious?’ Look before agreeing with a nod of your head and sending the tiktok to him the moment you posted it. You guy’s started to skate more, trying to impress the other guy doing some more tricks. But soon, you got to the gas station and stopped the both of your skateboards and set hem down on the outside red brick wall. You and Denki imminently went to the candy section and got some chocolate box cake along with some different flavors of monster. You bought for everything.

“Did you get everything you where looking for?” The cashier asked, looking at the two of you and smiling tiredly.

“Yeah we did, thanks!” You chirped, getting out your card and paying for the stuff. Denki grabbed the monster and opened it up as you guy’s grabbed the skateboard the started heading out the front door. Laughing at dumb jokes that you guys cracked with each other.

*when you two got to the dorm’s because I know y’all waiting for the 18+ part you sinners*

Denki and you started following the directions, baking the cake and putting it in the oven and setting the timer for a hour. “There!” You declared, pumping your fist up in the air. Luckily you guy’s could be as loud as you wanted due to the fact that it is Spring Break and everyone went to there parents house. Well everyone but you and Denki. Your parents never wanted you to begin with, from the very start, they made it very clear that they didn’t want you. So why would you want to got there? Of course the bakusquad knows this. The plan was that everyone I the bakusquad was going to stay so you won’t have to to alone in the dorms but everyone seemed to have plans.

Crimson Riot had a book signing contest so Kirishima just had to go catch up on that, he seemed to be very upset to at he left you and promised that he would call you every night and FaceTime you for hours upon hours. Well, you checked your phone every second it seemed for the past two days and still no sign of Kirishima.

Bakugou’s parents got into a fight and they got a divorce so Bakugou had to go home for that. He didn’t seem to sad or caught up about it, although, you swore to yourself that you heard sobs coming from Bakugou’s dorm room after he told you over text that he couldn’t stay. So far he has texted you every once and a while and checked on you, made sure you where taking care of yourself.

Mina was going to a party and didn’t really seem to care that she was leaving you alone. Not that she was petty or anything she just never seemed to mind if she dropped her plans when they involved you. She gave you a couple of drunk text but nothing more and nothing less.

Sero didn’t talk to you about the thing, he said he would be there for you but he left you alone so you didn’t know where he was. Although, from what his Instagram story told you, he has in Disney with his family and having the trike of his life.

Jiro got her first new hit for a album of her song covers and needed to leave you. It was very emotional and you could tell that she didn’t want to leave you alone but she had to since her family was struggling and she wanted to make them proud.

But Denki stayed with you, the whole time, there was not a time that you thought ‘oh, Denki isn’t going to be there for me’ or ‘oh, I can’t count on Denki to be here’ because he always was and he always will be right by your side. Ever since the two of you where kids and Denki first got his quirk, you still remember that day, he went to hug his best friend but accidentally shocked him and the kid died of electrocution. He cried for hours and hours in class and (from what you heard) in his own home. Refusing to hug anybody until he got into middle school and you came along. You guys had known each other due to your parents working together in the same hero agency but you never started building a friendship until middle school. A lot of people say that relationships end in middle school and high school but in reality. That is when Denki and yours started to bloom.

“Remember when you first got your quirk?” You popped up, laughing a little as the tips of Denki’s ears turned a flush red.

“HEY I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT!” Denki pouted, crossing his arms and trying to be mad at you.

“Oh ok…I am sorry…” You whispered in a pretend hurt voice, knowing full well that Denki will come crawling back to you once you had the slight hurt tone in your voice.

“Wait no! Baby!! Come here!!” Denki exclaimed, wrapping you in a warm hug, you burst into laughter and hugged Denki back. Feeling bad for the honey eyed male for the millionth time in your life (no but like seriously, how did this man get you to feel bad about everything?)

“Its fine Denki.” You reassured the worried teenager with some pats on the head and a kiss on the forehead. Denki smiled innocently at you before pushing you against the couch. “Oof!” You gasped as you felt he fabric press against your back. Denki smirked in accomplishment.

“GOT YOU!” Denki declared proudly, trying to pin you down on your back. You cocked your brow up slightly and flipped you and Denki over so you where on top and he was on bottom. Denki whined and bit his lip, eyes looking at you in a pleading sort of way. You smirked seductively and leaned down to kiss Denki. Your lips crashing with his, biting the male’s slightly pink lips to ask for entrance (which he obeyed instantly). You slipped your tongue into the wet cavern of Denki’s mouth and started exploring every inch of it and sucking on his tongue a little bit. Denki moaned into the kiss and started grinding his body against your pants and whining like a submissive bitch. You chuckled darkly and brought your hand to mess with his hair before yanking his hair and making him break the kiss. A string of saliva connected your two mouths and you just swiped it off and shoved your fingers inside of Denki. Smiling slightly as he gagged.

“Want me to suck your dick slut?” Your horse whisper sounded in Denki’s ear as you bite his ear lobe and tugged on it slightly. Denki nodded his head ‘yes’ before letting out a string of moans. You smirked in accomplishment of breaking the presumably top nineteen year old who flirted with all the girls at school. You pulled down Denki’s sweatpants and boxers in one Swift motion all while keeping eye contact with him. Going down on your knee’s you opened your mouth and started sucking Denki off. Your tongue swirling around his head as you slowly started going deeper and deeper until you felt it go to the back of your throat. Once you felt that your head bobbed up and down, Denki moaned loudly and threw his head back in pure pleasure. Mumbling out praises and barely forming a sentence. You smiled to yourself as you reached down and started rubbing circles along your clit, you tongue almost lolling out to the side of Denki’s duck at the pleasure of hitting the sweet spot.

“You’re such a girl girl yeah you suck my dick yeah you suck that duck so well yeah you do…” Denki managed to say before moaning loudly again at the sight of you touching your self and sucking him off. He is in complete heaven. You felt Denki’s thighs tense up around your head and you stared up at him. Expecting him to say something. “I’m gonna cum…!” Denki mumbled out before moaning again and letting his sex face out. You moaned around Denki’s dick and that caused both of you to cum at the same time. You guy’s where a panting mess on the floor. Denki had his legs spread wide and your head was all fuzzy and not cleared out with good thoughts. You guy’s stood there, a few comfortable in the air as both of you where a shaking mess. Soon, you got up and carried Denki to the other corner of the couch and grabbed a large fluffy gray blanket along with some large pillows. On nights like these, Denki liked it if you took charge in the aftercare stuff. Not even letting you two get changed until the morning. You smiled warmly at the goofy blonde who laid there on the couch, almost fast asleep, while you played Death Note (he says it is to scary so you like watching it when he is asleep or cuddling with you).

“Hey baby?”

“What’s up Pikachu?”

“Did we ever get that cake out of the oven?”

“…”

“…”

“Shit.”

[kuroosweakness]

omg stop i’m so glad you appreciate my hcs :,) i love writing them and sharing them w you makes my heart so happy!! thank you for taking the time to read them <3

more kuroo hcs for you 💌 :

whenever people ask when the two of you are gonna get married, he puts his hand in his pocket and turns to you saying “well this is awkward... i wasn’t planning on doing this now bu-“ and you know he’s joking just to make a scene but you both start laughing at his antics as he gets down on one knee and pulls out a breath mint PLEALSKE

he’d get incredibly happy and blushy if you tell him that he was in your dream bc even when you’re asleep, you’re thinking of him :,( he just feels so loved!!!

if you’re out and you’re feeling drained or tired, he’d place his hand on your head, smoothing your hair back as reassurance that once you get home, you’ll nap together

if you wear rings, he’ll gently take your hand in his and open your hand out so he can admire all the rings on your fingers. he’d lightly play with all of them and imagine sliding a huge diamond ring on your finger one day :(

if you guys are hanging out w his friends or coworkers and he starts to feel his social battery run out, he’ll lightly tap your hip or lower back twice as a silent “let’s go?” and he’d make up a random excuse to leave (although he’s an extrovert, i feel like being surrounded by a lot of people all the time is overwhelming to him). he truly appreciates how understanding you are bc of this :(

when you visit him at work, he’d let you sit in his nice comfy rolly chair and he’d sit in another chair and do his work bc he likes seeing you make yourself at home in his office! he’d do anything for you to be comfortable and happy (he’d even offer to bring you coffee just the way you like, not even bothering the interns to make coffee bc only he knows how you like it) omg would kuroo roll you around his office in the rolly chair when he gets bored? definitely.

he does so much for you so you feel happy, but what do you do for him that makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9? when you fix his tie for him, when you offer to do the dishes/chores even when it’s his turn, when you hug him first thing in the morning, when you text him randomly throughout the day or send him pictures of what you’re doing

when he first asked you to move in w him, he set up a separate bedroom for you in his apartment bc his parents used to sleep in different rooms sometimes when he was younger. they used to tell him that even married couples need space. although you two weren’t married (yet), he wanted to be considerate of your space. his heart beats incredibly fast when he hears you come into his room and slide under the warm blankets w him every night :) (sorry this is kinda sad omg i might have projected a teeny tiny bit 😩)

i feel like he makes really stupid purchases. like one summer, he bought a snow cone machine :// tetsu bub you can make that at home w the ice in your fridge :// but you let the man have fun w his gadgets bc of the shine in his eyes when he hands you a red snow cone (his favorite color looks extra pretty on your lips)

when you guys are watching a show together, he likes to share his thoughts and also hear yours. he’d pause once in a while to make up theories about what’s gonna happen and you guys get super excited when either of you are right, flailing your arms at eachother in excitement (pls it takes y’all 1 hour to watch a 25 min episode lmAODJDK)

it’s missing kuroo hours w lia and 🧸 anon :,)

- 🧸 anon

no, THANK YOU for taking the time to write these :' they give me an overwhelming amount of serotonin every time i read these 😫

AHHA THE PROPOSAL PLS him pulling out a breath mint lmaoo i'd love him for that, but also elbow him for making a scene :'

awww i need to dream of hi more :'( imagine it was a really weird dream though where he was floating in the air in purple pajamas

:((( he's so sweet and caring. the soft gestures are really making my heart melt here

RINGS well, looks like it's time for me to buy some 👀 (and yes, we would love a huge diamond ring on our left fourth finger :')

yes yes yes :((( his silent way of communicating with you is <33 kuroo would be so understanding of social batteries running out :'

YES BIG COMFY ROLLY CHAIRS !! the way he'll laugh when you get dizzy from spinning too much. him bring you special coffee :'(( OMG HIM PUSHING YOU AROUND <3

(and he'll plop himself on your lap and look around the room like "where'd y/n go??" :)

aww we'll make sure he stays on cloud 9 forever :'

OMG YES THE MOVE-IN PART he's too considerate >:(( and the way you'll take turns sleeping in each other's beds together!

not married....yet 👀

AHAHAHA a snow cone machine is not a dumb purchase! he knows investment when he sees it >:)) man, i haven't had a snow cone in so long :'

omg the red color!! pls, he'll kiss the flavor off of your lips <33

YESS making theories and hearing each other's thoughts!! and when something stupid happens, he'll wince and complain about it to you ahhaha

missing kuroo hours is somehow open 24/7 :' again, thank you sm for sharing these with me 🧸 anon D: i hope you have loveliest day ever!! <33

[babybluebex]

markus baasweiler (schnubbi) headcanons

i just,,, schnubbi lives in my head,,, here's some sweet high school boyfriend schnubbi

so i feel like your relationship would start during a senior trip before the school year starts, you tag along to the lake with a few friends for a couple of days

markus is quiet and reserved but an absolute clown when the mood hits him, and he's just smoking a cigarette and he gives you this smarmy little smile "hey y/n. didn't know you were coming this weekend"

"well, we're seniors and i haven't really been a part of the class's activities and stuff,,,"

"glad to have you around"

yall get to the lake and everyone starts to get dressed in bathing suits and things and markus is there in his swim trunks and a tshirt and he’s cute

you can’t get your swimsuit to tie right and he carefully pushes your hands away and ties it snuggly for you and just says “there you go”

it’s a little tense between you two after that, and the stolen glances and hesitant smiles come to a head later that night when you and your friends are sitting around a bonfire, smoking and drinking

markus sits down on the ground and you say “oh, i can get up—“ and move from your chair and he shakes his head “i’m good down here” “no, really, your jeans are gonna wet, i—“

“sit in schnubbi’s lap, y/n!”

and you two kinda chuckle but markus is not one to deny having a pretty girl sitting in his lap, so he sits in the lawn chair and you settle on him and he wraps an arm around you and it’s decided

you think you might feel him getting hard under you?? but you brush it off bc obviously he’s not, it’s his phone or his keys or his wallet or something

you start to doze off in his lap and start to get up, but he keeps you there and only readjusts you so you can put your head on his shoulder

he’s still drinking his beer and laughing with his friends, but his hand is gently resting on your leg and his thumb is making soft circles on your inner thigh

he carries you into the rental house and the room you claimed as your own and settles you on the bed and you’re groggy and sleepy and whine awfully when he releases you from his warmth

“markus… stay for a few minutes??”

and then twenty minutes later y’all are making out bc duh

he’s over you between your legs and he’s a good kisser but maybe a little clumsy and you’re confused bc he keeps. Not Touching You. and you’re used to the other boys at school wanting to go all the way immediately but markus seems to be having the time of his life just kissing you

so you don’t push it and just let him enjoy himself bc tbh you’re having a pretty good time too

eventually tho pants do come off and he’s fucking your fist and moaning into your mouth

he tastes like beer and weed and that unmistakable salt of skin but markus is so lovely and keeps whispering your name and sucking on your neck

when he comes his little eyes squeeze shut and his hips stutter and he hovers above you for a few moments, trying not to crush you but he’s shaking a little

yall get undressed and cuddle together after that, all sleepy and coming down from your highs, and his hands are everywhere but it's more reverent than anything anyone else has ever done

waking up in the morning and markus is still there and his hair is all messy and he’s so cute and warm

but high school boyfriend schnubbi is so so sweet

if you text him that you didn’t have time to eat breakfast, he would bring you like a gatorade and a granola bar after first block like “sorry it’s the only food i had at my house :/“

him giving you his hoodie and him teasing you for how big it is on you and it smells like him

skipping out on last block together and going to the loft above the theatre to take a nap

going to his house after school to help him study

i see him keeping his room cold all the time bc homie just runs hot so you’re like in his bed cuddled up in his big sweatpants and hoodie bc you’re cold

doing your homework while he studies and opening your arms whenever he gets frustrated

helping him study by playing strip study with him like if he gets a question right you remove a piece of clothing

taking a five minute nap during studying and he holds you and kisses your forehead

and the kisses move down to your cheeks and mouth and his hands start wandering and you end up in his lap wearing only his hoodie as you ride him

it’s soft cute riding, more cockwarming than proper riding and he’s kissing you deep deep deep and enjoying the feeling of your body against his

he’s still in his t-shirt and he slips his warm hands up the back of your hoodie and pushes his tongue into your mouth

“mmm… i love you baby”

with him still inside you, you grab his flashcards and quiz him and if he gets a question wrong you squeeze him tight and he just groans “ok ok i’ll remember next time, that feels so good”

just sweet cuddles with schnubbi

you never calling him schnubbi, you only call him markus, and your friends all tease you “why don’t you use his nickname?” “bc i like his real name better”

if your parents are fighting, he’d come pick you up and drive around with you and help you calm down

he’d take you to get a slushee and clown you for whatever flavor you got, no matter what it is

“a cherry slushee? really?” “i got a coke one last time and you teased me about it!” “fine, fine, whatever. lemme taste some of that cherry there”

rolling a joint with schnubbi and smoking with him

he’s a cuddly stoner like has his head up your shirt and is just smooshing his cheek against your tummy and being so sweet

after a few months of dating, markus admits that a) you’re his first kiss, b) his first time having sex, and c) his first real partner, and you’re so touched

he surprises you with a locket with a picture of him inside it, and you recognize it as one you took at the very, very beginning, back at the lake

a few days later you give him one with you and you see him wearing his every day

again, there will be more here later, this is just what came to me initially lmao

[mouser26]

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Alright y’all I just finished this book and it’s like 415am so if this is a lil rambly please forgive me Here ya go 

SUFFICIENTLY ADVANCED MAGIC Can not be found in stores as it is self-published and either on amazon or possibly second hand via sites like abebooks or thriftbooks

(yes I agree fuck the company but this book is amazing)

it has 4.2/5 Goodreads  4.6/5 Audible  and 9.3/10 Fantasy book review

YOu like Tabletop games? YOu’ll likely love this shit

Jrpgs? Oh honey we got bitchin summons

Sassy characters? Which flavor would you like? Cause pretty sure we got them all though my boy Corin is the absolute King....after his Enchantments teacher who is a goddamn legend and I am waiting for the show down for that throne

Complicated family? Ho boy wait till you meet dad

Not unrealisticly young protags? Our main and his friends are 17 which seems to be if not an independant adult then still self-suffent. Society is set up so you go for your first “dungeon run” at 17 then attend school for 2+years then 2 years of required military service. So yeah teens but high teens and in context not CHILDREN.

Mysterious masked swordsman? Hello he’s here and he’s basicly Captain Jack Harkness with a sword

Secret organizations with nefarious plans? we gotchu boo

Fighting God(s)? Well servants of gods? WHo doesn’t want to

LGBT+/QUILTBAG- Representation? In the first book

- 2 Confirmed queer characters - 2 more perfectly comfortible flirting openly with either gender, - and one more I very strongly suspect. HOWEVER this is done in a very Rick Riordan fashion as far as there’s actually a good mix of straight and queer characters so it never comes off like the author did it for brownie points. 

Characters that actually talk things out and and the same time will pull the in world equivelent of “Sorry I meant to text you back but forgot? Holy shit seriously *slapping Corin* THIS BOY CAN FIT SO MUCH SOCIAL FAIL ITS RELATIBLE AS FUCK

PLEASE GO ENJOY THIS BOOK

But BUT the piece de resistance in my view on a totally personal note 

SPOILERS BELOW (character relevant not plot)

CORIN IS ACE ANd not like “oh he doesn’t like anyone yet so I’m projecting like mad” Like from the start Corin is just written..queer. He reminded me of so so many friends and myself and I was genuinely curious to see which flag he might fall under. then I got to it

I fucking cheered; outloud, fist-pump and all, right in the middle of my work breakroom shamelessly And if you think this is a one off? Or because it’s a girl? Here’s him reacting to another boy asking him to a Winter Dance

As a fellow ace I felt both of these so fucking hard.

It was just so damn nice to feel seen and represented.  So yeah read this damn book.

[blackradandmad]

i want to tell y’all a little story. it is traumatic and there is no happy ending, but i’m sharing here on radblr to ultimately find connection and hopefully resources for grief and trauma caused by the fatal effects of homophobia.

so let’s go back in time to lilith’s freshman year of high school... i was a masculine, openly bisexual black teenage girl living in a sundown town. life wasn’t looking too peachy. until i found solace in band, specifically a group of juniors that were majority lgb, people of color, or whatever flavor of the week the popular kids deemed as “social outcasts.” we carpooled to school early to fuck around in the band hall, we navigated our large and intimidating school in our group, we ate lunch in the band hall, and of course had a myriad of group practices or private lessons or marching competitions that led to us getting incredibly close. the person i was closest with in this group was named eric [changed for privacy].

eric was a junior, he was openly gay at school, militantly atheist, did band, debate, and show choir, was always being annoyingly contrarian, made me cackle laugh, and was the big brother i never had. quickly he began to spend every day at my house, and my parents treated him like a son. he confided in me that his parents are homophobic and he plans on coming out to them when he moves out, but that it was getting so difficult leading a double life.

fast forward six months, and im on the phone with payne at night. the clock strikes midnight, and i sing him happy birthday. “sweet 17! a year closer to authenticity!” i hear his smile through the phone. “i’m already so nervous to tell my parents--”

the phone sounds like it was dropped, and i hear a muffled voice of a woman yell, “tell us that you’re a devilish homosexual?” i heard a scuffle start before someone grabs the phone and hangs up. i spend the next two hours pacing my kitchen floor, crying, wondering, and then i get a text. a long winded, over apologetic text from eric, informing me that his parents disowned him and kicked him out because they found out he was gay. i talked to my parents and of course they don’t want their practically adopted son to be a highschooler living out of his car, and we moved him into our guest bedroom at about 0300 that night. 

we were both sobbing wrecks, and he slept in my bed for a week straight. every night before i went to bed, i would squeeze his cheeks, kiss his forehead, and say, “yr so good.”

and life went on. i gained a brother. we did everything together, he helped me with my homework, he taught me debate skills, i showed him horror movies at midnight when we had to be up for school the next day at 0530. my parents showed him nothing but love. he lived with me until he graduated.

after graduation, he moved states, but we kept in touch frequently. he was doing well at a job he genuinely liked and had an amazing support system. but... true, real shunning from every member of yr family for a part of who you inherently are takes a toll on you.

so one day, a couple years later, he decided that his only option was jumping off a building to his death. his last text to me, sent hours before it happened, reads, “I’m sorry. I love you. But I know you know how hard this has always been.” i knew, then, what was going to happen. i didn’t get a call from a mutual friend until the morning after.

his parents? silence. they either privately buried him with an unmarked grave or cremated him. no one knows; i’ve called so many funeral homes and cemeteries in the area. not even his own brother was allowed to come to the “funeral.” my best friend. just... gone. no remembrance. 

so i organized a memorial. we got together, ate food, wore rainbow everything, laughed at how amazing eric was, and sobbed over the homophobia that is literally killing people. i posted the photos on facebook, and wrote some things, including condolences to his brother and friends, but specifically stated that i do not extend them to his family and consider them to have blood on their hands.

they contacting me demanding to have all photos of the memorial and any photos of me and eric taken down. i had a few choice words for them.

every year on his birthday and death anniversary, i check their facebook profiles. it’s like eric never even existed to them. they disowned him in life and eternally in death.

i don’t know how to profoundly end this tragedy. the grief is still a festering wound. i am still so angry. i hate that this happened. and i miss him. i miss him so, so much.

[sportyclown]

how sawamura, miyuki, yuki, and kuramochi text (friends + s/os)

will most likely do a part 2 with more boys at a later date! these got freakishly long because i am, at my core, a very mad. also might revisit as i get re-familiar with the characters, i just had this idea floating around in my head. also the way these got pro

sawamura eijun

no matter who he texts, it’s always extremely extra. not only does he always give more information than you asked for – ex. if you text him wya? he will give you a play by play of his entire route or something

 he also uses tons of emoticons. and yes I do mean emoticons, baby boy has a flip phone. ifhe does eventually get a smart phone, then this boy overuses tf out of emojis. he’s the sort of person that sees someone use a combination of emojis he likes and then tries to copy them, but uses it completely incorrectly, but its v cute.

if you send him a meme, he will respond with an unnecessary amount of hahas. 

when he’s texting his lil bae, they’re always on his mind so he ofc texts them every thought that comes to his mind! when he sees something that reminds him of you, he won’t hesitate to share it with you. 

if you have been together for a long time, then we will definitely text you words of affirmation and be very honest/blunt about how he feels about you. he’s also always sure to ask you about your day - and he seriously cares. but i still i feel like with a s/o he would prefer facetime to texting just because he likes to see you :)

overall, a very adorable texter and his enthusiasm is just as contagious when texting as it is in person. he’s kind of clueless so he doesn’t pick up on subtext. so be blunt, just like he will be with you~

kuromochi youichi

my bias might be showing here, but I feel like he is one of the most well-adjusted boys in terms of being ready for a serious relationship tbh (at least post-high school). i mean we all saw that he regularly corresponded with wakana wish that were me lmao

i think he would most often use proper capitalization, but not to the point where he uses a period after every text

would send his friends news articles about his favorite fighting games where u like gaming or not

a meme fiend in general. the sort of person who uses reaction images of people he knows. (if you’re dating, he would still have a stash of funny pics/screenshots of you on ft, but he’d ofc only use them with you <3). his convos with his friends are rarely serious

 i don’t think he’d be the type to text haha out loud, but he does use LOL on occasion. with close friends/his lil bae he might send a voice memo of him laughing hysterically if you send him something REALLY funny. ugh my annoying king <3

unlike eijun he’s the king of being perceptive / picking up subtext. 

similarly, i do think he’s pretty reliable, but for friends i feel like he might make a lil bit of a stink lmao. like lets say a friend wants him to pick something up for them, he might play like he won’t do it then miraculously shows up with the requested item. its giving tsundere vibes on the low.

with his partner: i feel like he would use emojis when he’s trying to be ~cute~. i think with a established partner he’d be pretty flirty still but he’s v much whipped for his partner so its way more mushy than it would be early in the relationship.

yes your name has hearts/stars in his phone. mans is a SAP for you

his love language is more quality time imo, so I think he values time spent with you over texting time. so a lot of your texts might be asking you to come over to hang out / get a meal or vice versa

like eijun he wants to hear about YOU, and is very supportive and good at advice when he wants to be. he can be goofy but this is how he shows you he cares/sees you as more than a friend

he’s a blushy/shy boy with his s/o esp early in the relationship, so he might be hesitant or nervous to say “i love you” or anything like that outright, but you know anyway, which just makes the times when he does outright say it that much sweeter.

miyuki kazuya

i mean it goes without saying that this man is snarky. he’s not a meme king himself but he enjoys when people send them to him and will usually play off the meme to make his own jokes.

i feel like he also likes deep-fried memes or the very abstract, post-modern memes. miyuki is good at making other people laugh, but he has a generally very-off brand humor and the things that make him cackle hardest are either at someone else’s expense (very similar to kuramochi, so they bond a lot over that) or just indiscernible without access to a huge layer of context/background

saves the reaction photos kuramochi sends him, but doesn’t usually use them. but seeing an ugly pic of eijun yelling never fails to make him grin LMAO

i think he also texts A LOT about baseball, even more so than these other baseball dummies. texts his teammates a lot of articles he reads or clips from games/cool plays. this is mostly about texts, but in terms of social media I think miyuki uses twitter/instagram the most especially for baseball related reasons, while kuramochi uses snapchat the most. 

he probably texts a lot about baseball as well, both seriously and playfully

i can see him using hahas and LOLs in equal measure, but he would also utilize the haha reaction if he had an iphone. this boy does value his wit so he would definitely have commentary about any memes or jokes he’s sent

you won’t win a joke war against him, he will definitely one-up whatever you send him with either a one-liner or another joke. how tf does he do it?

definitely ignores people/conversations if he really wants to - but ofc he never does that to his BAE

if miyuki give you a dry one-line response...he’s not interested at all or he’s feeling frustrated about something else. but when he’s really happy? he will text his friends all the time and spam them! i see him as someone who enjoys texting when he has the attention span/state of mind for it. and when he’s texting his s/o his texting gets even more ~flavorful~

wit his lil bae: i don’t think miyuki would switch it up much w his s/o. is probably even more teasing with you over text than he is with his friends, which is saying something.

like talking with you just by nature of you being his partner. prob prefers texts to facetime because text kinda allows for maximum snark

he LIVES for you guys’ witty back and forth 

if he’s traveling for work or something, will definitely relish in you guys binge texting a tv show or something but just making funny commentary (or he’ll just send you funny commentary to get a reaction)

 he can dish it and he’s also not a super sensitive guy so he can take it tenfold from you as well. nothing y’all wouldn’t be used to when talking in person!

sometimes when texting him you’ll want to beat his a*s because he can be so cheeky but its endearing in a way. he definitely adds emojis to the end of his more annoying messages to give it that loveable vibe (and it works ofc, we love u miyuki)

he’s kinda clingy on the low so i think he’d prefer a partner that’s more open with their affection via text than he is. he would live for your random ilys or whatver throughout the day. also would not mind at all if you updated him on your actions throughout the day or sent him snaps - might not be able to respond to everything, but will react and appreciate it. very likely to make jokes about whatever you’re doing.

would also apologize over text. he’s not always used to apologizing can be awkward about it, so text makes it easier for him.

he would use emojis w you in a joking/ironic way. would absolute use those dumb but genius emoji combinations

yuki tetsuya

i’m literally cracking up thinking about texting him. he is one of my ultimate baes but im sorry i just know he texts dry asf. but its part of his charm!

has a flip phone. either never upgrades or gets the chunkiest most basic android if he is forced to

the thing is this man thinks that he is infusing all his texts with, like, tajin level seasoning, when in reality its pepper

uses punctuation. always. exclamation marks are used sparingly to express excitement.

but i can’t get the image out of my head of an upset tetsuya texting you a simple angry emoji (or the angry emoticon >:( LOL) if he’s reeeeeeally mad. but its v cute i can’t take him seriously. i just want to give him a hug <3

 but you know what he is so PASSIONATE about whatever he’s talking about that his passion bleeds into his text through sheer quantity of words and depth of thought. ultimately, all his conversations end up being extremely flavorful in terms of content. he is surprisingly good at having deep conversations over text.

he’s better at holding conversations with more extroverted personalities, truthfully.

he’s another one who sends random things to people when he thinks about them. miyuki of course gets so many texts/thoughts about shogi. if you get a random haiku, poem, or quote from testu, that means you’re blessed enough to be in his inner circle! he definitely thought of you when he read it and and wants you to respond!

with bae: he doesn’t really change up his texting style tbh, but he has a stronger outward reaction to what YOU text in response.

definitely the type to smile almost imperceptibly at his phone as he texts you, even if you send him something like “hey i’m at the store, want anything?”

he’s not great as verbal affection early in the relationship, so you’ll have to discern his love/affection. however baby boy is NOT afraid to just straight up say he loves you, he does it all the time and early.

he’s KNOWN for being reliable and responsible, so he will be at your beck and call when he’s able to for anything you need, but his heart is also warmed by the thought of you reciprocating that care. if your texts show him you’re thinking of him just like he does too. he’s very gentle and sweet, and checks up on you when he’s able to see if you need anything at all.

he might be reliable, but that doesn’t mean that he’s the quickest guy to respond to texts. he’s a busy guy, and he doesn’t think about his phone all the time, but he will always get back to you (bae does not play when it comes to completing things).

if they came up with a shogi game for gamepidgeon and tetsu had an iphone, your phone probably would be spammed with requests for games lol.

this is my first time doing headcanons like this so please let me know what you think or give me tips on how to improve! I really enjoying thinking about it so I hope to do more in the future <3