#straight outta spoons

[midnightkissme]

How does one reintergrate after chronic illness?

Social gatherings are awkward, "oh why are you x"

"well I've been sick for a while now, like 3 years, it's chronic"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I hope you feel better soon!"

*internally screaming*

[princessbrunette]

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rafe and casual dominance is so funny because he’s kind of mean about it ??

coming back to his room after you eat, all smiles — having missed him in the short ten minutes you’d been in separate parts of the house. you approach him, all over him like usual and his large hands paw at your little sundress.

“why are you wet?” he furrows exasperatedly, clearly not feeling any kind of way about it as you were always up to something.

“um, i washed a spoon and it washed me back.” you pout, only really focused on clambering onto his lap.

“so use the dishwasher. s’not there for decoration, kid.” he helps you up, straddling his lap so you could wrap your arms around his neck. he plucks the thin material of your dress between his fingers. “and get this off, would you?”

if you’re cooking, he’s hovering around you scooping up your mess, in the end just taking over if you’re taking too long to chop something or open a container because he’d rather just do it himself than watch you struggle. he’s actually rather quiet about it, aside from the odd sigh or “what would you do without me, huh?”

and of course, if you’re a messy eater he’s gonna be stressed. cupping his hand beneath your mouth whilst you happily chew away at your lunch, the two of you sat at the country club. “you’re like a child, jesus.” he murmurs, but will still mop up your cheek with a napkin, asking under his breath how you managed to get pasta sauce on your forehead.

this has definitely been mentioned on this blog before, but if you get in rafes way, he will straight up bulldoze through you… storming in your direction and slotting his hands under your arms, lifting you to the side without breaking his stride. your legs swing momentarily in the air — nearly stumbling as you land and follow him with a pout.

“hey!” you whine petulantly at him treating you like an inanimate object.

“stay outta my way, baby.” he murmurs, barely giving a shit.

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[miwsolovely]

—ONLY FOR YOU

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: moose, mousse, basically the same thing, tastes so good, but so hard to make.. Carmy disagrees. apple donuts on the other hand, those were delicious. and conveniently easy.

contains: nothing but fluff, culinary inaccuracies, carmy teaching reader how to make apple donuts, aaaaandd reader is a bit of a perfectionist …

wc: 986

a/n: i literally pulled this shit outta my ass, lemme know your thoughts ! requested!

a/n 2: i thought this worked sososo well with carmy im so happy. i fucked up the end though zzz (requests r open !)

a/n 3: heres the link for the apple donut recipe !!

He made her feel alive. Made her think about how she should do her hair, what perfume to wear, how to smile, how to laugh, how to breathe.

It was random. Nobody intends to fall for someone so quick, however the only way out was to love. Or die crying.

[name] thinks its a universal problem. The need to be perfect for those you love, for those you want to love.

In doing so, making yourself perfect, you want everything to be perfect.

She became a chef because she loves food. Loves the simplicity of it, loves the complexity of it. Loves how feelings can be conveyed through it.

Which is what she is trying to do now: perfect the art of making a strawberry mousse.

It took a lot of tries, too many tries, and on the 8th [name] finally gave up.

She heaved out a sigh, placed her forearms on the kitchen counter and a bit harshly, dropped her head onto them.

She added everything. the egg whites, the yolk, the vanilla extract, the heavy cream, the—

“You alright chef?”

She opened her eyes but kept her head buried in her arms. But when she looked up, her face went blank for a second. Not knowing what to say.

“Yeah totally fine, just made a billion different flavored mousse for your birthday.”

“No, I wanted to confess to you using these stupid mousse, but it all went to shit.”

“No, I’m not okay; you don’t love me.”

“Yeah—I uhm, I’m fine I was just,” She finally stood up straight and was messing with her apron. “Messin’ with some stuff . . .”

Her head was lowered slightly. Picking at her lip with her nails as she tried to avoid his gaze.

She saw his feet carry his body to her. Was eye level with his chest when he was a foot away from her.

“Can I try em’?”

[name] paused. This is new.

For the past month or so, yes they’ve exchanged flirty conversations and teasing smiles and laughs, but not like this. Not so close, not so intimate.

She looked up and she felt as if the world was revolving around her for a moment.

“If you want to! I mean, it’s not really . . .” She paused. He was already reaching for a clean spoon, looking at her with those eyes.

“ . . . that good . . .” She finished. Right as he took, and ate, a spoonful of the strawberry mouse she made.

They both stood there. [name] was waiting for his reaction of the dish. And Carmy, he was trying to stop his mouth from watering.

“Not that good?” He said after recovering. “I—Chef this shit is amazing—”

He turned his head to the left away from her dish and suddenly they were eye to eye.

She could imagine, live in what his scent was. He’d smell of cigarettes and vanilla and cinnamon. A weird combination but [name] thought it’d smell good on him.

[name] opened her mouth about to say something then—

“Do you know how to make apple donuts?”

If she thought she was speechless now, [name] was more at a loss for words than she had ever been in her life.

“A—Apple donuts . . .?” She blinked. “Wh—huh?”

Carmen smiled.

***

They spent the past an hour finding, washing and cutting apples. They spent another hour prepping, and cutting flour to put into the apples.

“You’re telling me I have to cut a hole into this apple?”

“Well, that’s the idea, yeah,” Carmy confirmed. He took [name]’s hands in his and guided her. “Here, let me show you.”

Those were, the best hours of her life.

Sure there was sugar, cinnamon and flour everywhere, but it was fun. Refreshing even. To laugh and smile without a care in her heart.

***

The sun had set a long time ago, and it was just them, together in the kitchen. Them and kitchen filled with their smiles and longing touches.

Now, after hours of talking, they were cleaning the mess they made. [name] was doing the dishes and Carmen was cleaning the counter top.

She was rinsing the last dish when she heard Carmen clear his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “I was . . . thinking,”

[name] turned around from her place at the sink and met his eyes.

“Thats a first.” She smiled, teasing. “Thought you just do, not think.”

Carmen smiled and played with his knuckles, placing them on his lip.

“Okay, okay then uhm— would you like to go to dinner with me?” He questioned. Eyes never leaving hers.

“You know Bear,” She walked up to him and placed her hands behind her back. “I really thought you’d never ask.” She teased.

Carmy let out a chuckle and tried to hide his smile with his fist. “You—you’re really bold, you know that?”

[name] smiled and took his fist in his, uncurling his fingers and giving each its own kiss. “Only for you Berzatto.”

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[stonedstargazer666]

Waking up with the eepy boys

Green title you know what that means!!! More stoned headcannons!! This one took a little bit, a few days and a lot of weed also trying to learn how to format stuff. so bear with me. Slight (IMO) NSFW

So waking up with the boys, do they wake up before you, with you, or after? What do they do? Well, let's take a peek at what my mind thinks they do. As I said before slight NSFW, but nothing overly explicit, working up to that. As Always writing under the pic.

word count: 997

Top divider by @frenchkisstheabyss Bottom divider by @reveriesources

Vessel: Vessel usually wakes up before you, he likes to be able to watch you for a little bit. He can’t help himself, you just look so peaceful. Can and has stayed up all night just to watch you sleep. But these early mornings are his favorite, the way your hair seems to almost glow in the early morning light. The light blush that dusts your cheeks, giving you an almost innocent look. The way you have yourself tucked into his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. You fit perfectly against him, perfect little spoon. He loves the way your hair feels against his face, and the smell of your shampoo and conditioner. Most importantly he loves the way you feel, this is the only time he gets to touch you without you complaining about it tickling. He loves putting his hands up your shirt, feeling your stomach. Feeling how the muscles twitch under his feather light touches, it makes him smile. It really does,and  he always hides his face in your neck. Which is about the time you start waking up, because his touches start tickling. But he makes up for waking you up with kisses, and breakfast in bed. If you’re still salty after, well Vessel has no qualms with quietly getting in between your legs and pleasing the attitude outta you. 

II: II rarely wakes up before you, but when he does. He soaks it up. He loves seeing you wearing his boxers, and one of his shirts. Your hair all wild from sleep, he thinks it’s the cutest and funniest thing he’s ever seen. Usually by the time he wakes up, your hair is tamed and you are put together. He just lays on his side, watching you. Watching how your eyelids flutter, how your lips part slightly as you shift. Your soft snores are the sweetest sound, he loves waking up to them. It’s like your almost purring, so content in his arms. He is totally into laying there until you wake up, the man will not move. He loves it when you turn over onto your side, facing him. That way he can study your features more easily. The way your hair falls into your face, if he wasn’t already in bed. His knees would be weak, you just look so sweet. He can’t help but to brush the hair out of the way, he wants to see the moment you wake up. When you do wake up, seeing your sleep glazed eyes looking up at him. Wide and innocent, it sends his mind straight to the gutter. He definitely can’t help rolling you onto your back, and hovering over you. The tired moans that escape you while he kisses and mouths at your throat, perfection. Absolutely drives him wild, he’ll keep up with kissing your neck until you’re begging. Who is he to say no to you, and you can shower together afterwards it’s a win win in his book.

III: III is kinda like II, rarely wakes up before you. But he does do it more than II. He can’t keep his hands off of your sleeping form, he’s constantly touching you. He’ll sit up, with his back against the wall. (Cause my man sleeps with his mattress and box spring on the ground with no bed frame. Yes, I will die on this hill) Pulls you in his lap, and just holds you. He loves the way your skin feels against his, the way you seem to mold yourself to him mesmerizes him. Being able to graze over scars you’ve gotten growing up, being reckless. Neither of you wear shirts to bed, that was agreed upon when you started staying the night with him. III loves the skin to skin contact, it’s his favorite part of waking up early. But he can’t help but to run his fingers up and down your sides, he really does try to be patient until you wake up on your own. But there’s only so much he can think of, before he starts to really focus on your body weight against him. How warm you are, how every little soft sigh sets his blood aflame with desire. He will growl into your ear, if that doesn’t wake you. He smothers you in open mouth kisses anywhere he can reach, leaving light marks in his wake. He thinks that you just look so pretty all marked up, when you do finally wake up. He’s on top of you, already sliding your shorts off. 

IV: IV is a man of habit, he wakes up before you no matter what. Unless you pull an all nighter, in which case you’ll get lectured by him. He wakes up at 5:30 am without fail, gets his workout in, shower, then back into bed to cuddle you and read. He loves the way you seem to know when to curl into him, your head resting on his stomach as he finger combs your hair. If your position allows it, he will take the time to brush out your hair. Just because your asleep doesn’t mean he can’t pamper the hell outta you. He will usually read for an hour, before putting the bookmark in it’s place and setting the book aside. He uses a very tasteful nude of you as his bookmark, that he shamelessly had printed out just for that reason. IV loves how pliable you are for him, of course he won’t do anything unless given explicit permission for you. But he just can’t stop himself from pulling you closer, and gently nipping at the soft spot behind your ear. Reveling in the soft sighs, and breathy gasps you let out uninhibited in your sleep. When you do start waking up, he’s kissing you slowly. He’ll get you riled up, then go and make breakfast. It’s more fun to tease you throughout the day, and claim what’s his later anyway. 

Taglist: @creamwhxre @fruitsandcheese @stellasplendens @vessel-token @ghostlygothicgay

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[frvnkcastles]

YOU CAN LET IT GO ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You have never really been treated right, not until Frank comes along. He makes it his mission to show you love the best he can.

Warnings: She/her pronouns and feminine nicknames used, implied PTSD, past trauma, language

Word count: 2.3k

Author’s note: This is straight outta my life lmaoo, I suppose at this point I’m just writing for the traumatized girlies. I wish Frank was real :(

Frank didn’t find himself all that charming or special. His goal in life for the longest time had been to put down bad people, to a point where he couldn’t remember what it was like to have something else to get out of bed for. He hardly considered himself to be relationship material, and he damn sure did not plan on meeting someone and actually trying to be a person again rather than just a weapon.

And then, as the cliché goes, you came along. You didn’t think you were all that charming or special, either. He noticed that quickly. But you certainly thought so of one another — all of a sudden, he did have something to look forward to at the end of his long days, he had something to hold onto when the nightmares and the darkness in his head got a little too suffocating.

There, then, was his new goal. To offer the same to you, to help you hold on in the horrible, awful, no-good world that somehow had allowed you to cross paths and seek shelter in each other.

Most days, it was just existing by each other’s side. Other days were cruel and unkind and in need of some additional love.

”Here you go, sweetheart”, he spoke lowly while offering you a spoon for your tea, and with a smile, you accepted and proceeded to stir in your sugar. Late night stops at your favorite diner had become a habit, not to mention a release for the both of you, and a way to just spend time and breathe each other in. In here, nothing else existed but him and you.

Or at the very least, that was how it was supposed to be. Then, out of sheer stupid luck, you reached for a napkin and knocked the mug over, all of the contents spilling across the table and making their way to Frank’s lap in a quick pour. He jerked backwards in his seat, startled, and you were yanked into a state of complete panic as you began grabbing at the napkins and dabbing at the table.

”Oh, Christ, I’m so sorry, Frankie”, you huffed. ”Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I’m really sorry, hold on— take these… I’m so sorry”, you continued rambling, your hands beginning to tremble as more apologies hung in the air.

For a moment, Frank was taking the napkins as you gave them and trying to get the tea out of his jeans, but when you didn’t quiet down, he looked up at you and saw the genuine terror all over your face. You were shaking and not too many moments away from breaking into tears, but he could tell you were fighting the urge as hard as you could.

”Hey”, he grunted, stopping his ministrations only for you to keep feeding him more and more napkins. ”Baby”, he emphasized, and at that, you froze, looking up at him with your chest rising and falling rapidly from the urgent breaths threatening to tilt into a panic attack.

”It’s alright, sweetheart. It ain’t the end of the world”, he promised, tilting his head at you to look at you better when you tried to look away from him. ”Hey”, he repeated, ”I’m good. Don’t you worry ’bout me.”

You tried to take his gruff voice seriously, believe his words, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw the few other people in the diner looking your way and whispering to each other, your stomach made a nauseating backflip.

”Don’t focus on them. Focus on me”, Frank spoke up, ever observant, and reluctantly, you turned back to him and he nodded at you. ”Attagirl. Feel ya driftin’ away but I need ya to stay with me”, he pleaded with a stern but loving tone, his eyes glued on you when you slowly started breathing easier.

”I didn’t mean to”, you whispered, your voice so fragile it could have broken under the weight of your words.

Reaching for your hands, Frank gently caressed the skin with his thumbs and held you tight. ”I know, baby. I know you didn’t. I ain’t upset. No one is upset. Aight?” he promised softly, giving you a small smile to reassure you.

With a deep inhale, you nodded and returned the smile. Maybe he did mean it. And maybe, you could believe it.

It had been the first time you had nearly broken down in such a manner in front of him, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Slowly but surely, Frank figured out that someone hadn’t treated you right in the past and whatever had happened then, was still bleeding into the now. Instead of running away like you thought he might, however, he clung onto you even tighter.

If you could love him despite everything… he wasn’t going to let your difficulty to let yourself be loved stand in his way.

He could still vividly remember the time you finally opened up to him. You told him about the abuse you had endured, the ridicule and neglect that had been shot at you, and he didn’t have it in him to not cry. Quietly, but the tears filled his eyes, nonetheless. His trigger finger itched terribly and all of a sudden, his list of people to maim and kill had gotten that much longer.

But the part that got him? You tried to comfort him.

”I know it’s a lot to take in. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you queried with a frown, your hand landing on Frank’s knee as you ached to wipe his tears away. ”It could be worse. Having you has really helped”, you added with a weak smile, trying to reassure him that you weren’t in a pit as dark as you had been before.

”Sweetheart, you’re killin’ me”, he whispered, leaning forward to place a hand on the back of your head and pull you in to kiss your forehead. ”Are you okay? This got nothin’ to do with me right now. I wanna take care of you”, Frank insisted, and with a soft sniffle, you shrugged.

”No one’s ever really said that to me”, you exhaled shakily, and with an angry huff at everyone who had ever wronged you, Frank reeled you into his arms and hugged you tight. Tighter than you had ever been hugged.

And Christ, he did not want to let go.

It wasn’t always sad, though. The two of you had more than enough happy moments — in fact, ever since you had huddled up together, you had both been happier than without each other.

Sometimes, you’d be watching a movie or a game on TV and in your excitement, you’d laugh out loud or cheer in a way that had Frank’s lips curving upwards. You seemed so free of worries, invested in the moment, and it filled his heart with something warm and fuzzy. But, more often than not, you surprised even yourself with how loud you were being, and it never took you that long to turn to Frank with a frown and apologize.

”Sorry. I’ll be more quiet”, you’d whisper, shifting uncomfortably on your side of the couch, pulling into yourself as much as you could.

Frank, on the other hand, always made sure to squash any anxiety you had. ”Baby, you be as loud as you fuckin’ want. I goddamn love seein’ you so excited and giddy. Cute as fuck, ’s what you are”, he’d insist, always knowing exactly what to say, his eyebrows knitted together but his mouth turned into a genuine smile.

And when you’d smile back at him, sheepish but grateful for what he had said, he could never resist peppering you with kisses to make you giggle and break out of your shell, once more.

You truly became braver with his help, found your footing in your developing relationship, and it was more clear to him than ever when you came home one day, a shy smile on your face and something curious twinkling in your eyes.

”I got you something”, you mumbled after he had pulled you into a kiss as a greeting, holding you against the countertops in your kitchen while you made sure to balance your hands behind your back to avoid spoiling the surprise.

Tilting his head at you, Frank chuckled. ”Yeah? I get to know what it is?” he wondered with a lick of his lips, and with your smile widening into a mischievous smirk, you revealed your present to him.

At the sight of a black snowglobe with a miniature Punisher inside the shiny glass, Frank broke into a grin of his own. You had spotted different vigilante-adorned snow globes in a bodega near your apartment building, and as soon as you had shaken the artificial snowflakes onto the gun-toting figure, you had chuckled to yourself and dug out your wallet.

”Do you like it?” you asked carefully, hoping that you hadn’t crossed a line, and without hesitation, Frank took the globe from your nimble fingers and shook it to make the snow fall.

”Kiddin’ me? I love it. I’mma take real good care of it”, he promised before placing a finger on your jaw and tilting your head up so he could kiss you, slow and deep. ”Thank you, baby”, he muttered against your lips, giving one more brief peck before pulling away and observing his new ornament a little closer.

”Really?” you questioned once more, joy spreading over your face as you nervously watched him, hesitating to believe someone would be so sincerely appreciative of what you had gotten them.

With a nod, Frank threw an arm over your shoulders and squeezed you close to his chest. ”Swear on my life, sweetheart. Think it would look good on the truck’s dashboard?”

You were now thinking back to that exchange, deep in your own mind while the hum of the radio kept company to the two of you. Frank’s warm hand was interlocked with yours, his eyes on the road while yours remained on the glued snowglobe right where he had planned on putting it. A small smile touched upon your lips, and with a deep exhale, you turned to face Frank whose features were contorted in a familiar scowl. Only when he glanced at you, his eyes softened and a playful smirk appeared in place of his usual grimace.

”We’re here”, he spoke up, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine as you turned to look where his finger was pointing. Through the windshield, you could see the restaurant you had been dreaming about for months now — the only thing was, it was quite expensive and fancy settings were hardly your favorite. But you had told Frank that with him, you’d feel safe.

Turning back to him with wide eyes and an agape mouth, you watched him steer the car into the parking lot with effortless movements. ”Here? What—what are we doing here?” you wondered, not sure if you could believe your eyes.

”Well”, Frank began after stopping the car, ”it’s your birthday tomorrow, darlin’. But I remember you tellin’ me that surprises on the day make you anxious, ’cause there’s no tellin’ if one’s comin’ or if people just forgot.”

All you could do was stare. He remembered that?

”I didn’t forget. But I figured you’d be more comfortable if we got the big surprise out of the way. So, uh, a few months ago I made a reservation for this place just for your special day”, he explained, and slowly, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to bite down and stop the tears from escaping your eyes.

”Don’t get me wron’, I ain’t skippin’ on all the love tomorrow. I’mma make sure my girl is spoiled”, he broke into a grin, only for it to soften into an almost nervous smile. ”Does that sound okay with you, sweetheart?”

You sniffled, and for a second concern gleamed over his eyes. But then you spoke up, your lip wobbling and tears inevitably sliding down your cheeks. ”You remembered”, you whispered, and you sounded so, so sincerely surprised that Frank felt a punch to his heart.

”Honey, ’course I remembered”, he frowned, taking your hand in one of his own and using the free one to reach for your cheeks and wipe your tears away softly. ”I remember, aight? I remember the way you take your tea. Your favorite flowers. Which shirt o’mine you love to steal. Which nail polish you wear the most often. What you hate having in your burgers. What you’d name your dog if you got one. Which shirt you hate on yourself, even though you look gorgeous…”, he trailed off, licking his lips and leaning in closer so he could look you in the eyes, lifting your chin up for him to do so.

”I love you, don’t you know?” he muttered, and with a fervent nod, you jumped in to reassure him.

”I don’t doubt you, I’m just… not used to it. But it feels really nice to not be the only one putting in an effort”, you cracked a smile, instantly causing Frank to mirror the expression. ”I love you, Frank.”

”Attagirl”, he whispered, leaving a kiss on your forehead before brushing your tears away with his thumb and sighing. ”Feel like eatin’ a fuckton of expensive food, huh?” he wondered then, and when you nodded, he flashed a grin.

A part of you wanted to be prepared for the worst, to expect the other shoe to drop. Sure, things were good now, but what about tomorrow? What about a week from now? A month, two months?

But for the first time in a long time, he made it so that you didn’t feel worry or anguish over being treated with love and care. For the first time, you could just revel in it and know with your whole heart that he meant every bit of it.

[spaceagebachelormann]

im back hehehehehe could i get some headcanons of like. dating mischa. or ricky- either one- i <3 them sm

dating mischa and ricky

pairings: ricky potts x gn reader, mischa bachinski x gn reader

warnings: mentions of the rollercoaster disaster

a/n: i’ll give you both because ily liz <3

masterlist

Ricky Potts

okay so

UHHHH

he’s really sweet!!

100% randomly comes to your house and signs something like “wanna go stargazing”

you WILL say yes.

when you’re stargazing he doesn’t actually look at the other stars, because his star is beside him <3

you best believe his cats love you

they love you more than they love him

sometimes they just walk straight past him to get to you <3

i like to think he has a thing for noses, so when he’s close enough he’ll just lean in and kiss it so gently <33 or poke it

i feel like he gets tired really easily and stays up until like 3am

and because he loves you and he feels comfortable with you he leans his head on your shoulder and falls asleep!!

during the cyclone disaster, my man was holding your hand so hard and trying to keep you (and himself) from falling out of the cart

long story short it didn’t work and you fell together

back to the sweet stuff!!

you know all of the zolar lore and characters and give him stickers for his crutches

between classes he runs (runs??? he gets to you as quickly as he can with his crutches) and hugs you so tight

calls you the most random things ever

turkey-chicken-leg, monkey-love-drop (ofc <3)

im sorry but he would have called you kitten at one point. joke or not he 100% would have once. someone had to say it

i do think he’d call you love though

he loves you!! so much!!

penny aka his bestie has had to listen to him talk about you for hours

he’s very clingy!! constantly touching you in some way or is always near you

lightly hits you with his crutches when you say something outta pocket or questionable

your parent(s) LOVE him

he has that “anything for you love! <3” mentality and your parent(s) can tell this!! they know hed do anything for you and it’s why they love him!!

omg binge watching movies that take place in space with him <3

he gets so absorbed into the plots and points out every little thing

he’s so cute

will CRY (happily ofc) if you learn sign language for him

oh!! you’d also have a way to communicate from across the room if you can’t speak directly

like you’ll be visibly uncomfortable or tense and he’ll give you a concerned look or something to ask if he needs to come over there

i think he would be really protective, glaring at anyone who makes you uncomfortable and sometimes protectively putting a crutch or arm in front of you

incorrect quote!!:

Ricky: you want some leftovers?

Y/N: what are leftovers

Ricky: you’ve never had leftovers?

Y/N: no, im not a quitter

Mischa Bachinski

dear lord

the most overprotective soul ever

has body slammed ocean for looking at you weirdly…

will fight someone for you

just ask

also has that “anything for you love! <3” mentality but it’s more aggressive like “ANYTHING for you, love.”

oh he definitely uses you as an armrest

i like the idea of him and his s/o having a mean/nice dynamic

he’s mean to literally everyone except you

he’s also the type to put things on a shelf you can’t reach just so you have to ask him for help

sometimes he just picks you up in the middle of class and runs away while the teacher is screaming at you guys to come back

only listens to you

ocean: mischa no!! | mischa: mischa yes!! | y/n: mischa no | mischa: mischa no.

writes autotuned songs about you

okay but like imagine being his sweet sunshine s/o and one day someone pisses you off enough that you actually yell at them and he’s standing there with his jaw dropped and eyes widened

whispers over to noel “i love them.”

noel whispers back “i know.”

randomlt shows up at your house

if he can’t get in through the front door he scarily climbs through your window

SLEEPOVERS ARE A MUST!!

secretly the little spoon when you cuddle during sleepovers but don’t tell anyone

smiles into your neck, but pretends he doesn’t even though he knows you can feel it <3

it someone talks smack about you

well….

they mysteriously disappear that night

and when they come back they don’t even look in your direction again

he’s actually very sweet with you!!

holding your hand, cupping your face, whispering sweet little nothings in your ear <3

brings you alcohol on your birthday…

incorrect quote:

Mischa: *kicks the door down looking panicked*

Y/N: what did you do?

Mischa: nobody died

Y/N: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT???

[justaaveragereader]

I just wanted to pop in here and say that I re-read your Hongjoong and mingi fics you wrote for me all the time and they're saved in my tabs.

And I just finished re-reading the sub!mingi one again and it just- AWW ITS ELECTRIC ⚡️

Okay but hear me out,

Why do I feel like mingi would love the spooning position because he can adore you w/o necessarily looking at you because he's so shy?

Can you just imagine his warm chest and strong arms tightly holding while he languidly thrusts into you from behind?

'You're so beautiful...I love how you take care of me...I'm yours, I'm so FUCKING yours'

Just wanted to share that thought with you.

My love I’m convinced you like fueling my delulu sessions😭! I appreciate you re-reading them🥹💙! You know Sub!Mingi turns my brain into soup! #1 Sub!Mingi supporter right here😔👏🏼.

OOOHHHHH MMMYYYY GGGAAWWWDDDD! Him in a spooning position has me sicckkkkk! The amount of whimpering you’d hear in your ear bc of him?!? With that husky voice?!? Straight jacket me.

I feel like his admiration for his partner, mixing with him being shy would cause him nothing but whining and whimpering. Him just being so needy for his partner but opting for the spooning position bc he’d feel so many emotions, he’d be worried about cumming early.

Now just imagine you reach on of your arms back, and grab a handful of his hair. I feel like that would just shove him right over the edge. Or if you laced your hand with one of his hands that’s holding your body close to his. His tight grip holding you close, while his hands just roam all over your body bc no matter what he will never be close enough to you.

“I’m yours, I’m so FUCKING yours.” IM TO MENTALLY DELULU FOR THIS😭🤪!! I just think of him saying that thru a broken whimper, with that deep voice?! 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️I gotta get outta here, the thoughts that are being thunk rn are criminal.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A Glitch in the Matrix

This is a Shroud brothers age swap AU that I’ve been wanting to write for a long time!!

Idia basically has the same backstory (except Ortho is the dead older brother and Idia is just a bratty like… 10 year old) 😂 This model of Ortho is significantly older (think late teen) because I’m operating under the assumption that kid!Idia built a version of his brother “grown up” so he can have the experience of growing up with him. Slightly different coping method than the OG, but I thought this would be something cute and silly to explore.

Young children are notoriously known for being brutally honest and lacking a filter, so kid!Idia is even sassier than OG!Idia. As for adult!Ortho, I kept him being sneaky, but I also made him super big brotherly!

This is meant to take place during episode 1 of the main story (more specifically, the scene when Trey is explaining the different dorms to Yuu and co)! ^^ Yes, the joke is that Diasomnia’s introduction is forgotten about because they get caught up on Ignihyde—

Imagine this…

“Hey, who are those guys?” Grim pointed at the far end of the cafeteria. “They feel kinda different from everyone else.”

Your eyes followed his paw, landing on a lone table that had been maneuvered to the farthest corner of the room.

A few students—pale as death and donning blue vests—hunched over it, their frames made so small that they barely registered as people. A veil of gloom seemed to cling to them like spiderwebs, hollowing their faces and darkening their eyes. It was like they had been unearthed from their graves and unceremoniously dropped into the school.

“Oh, them?” Trey chuckled faintly. “They must be from Ignihyde. Students from that dorm have a strong grasp on magical tech, but they aren’t exactly the most sociable guys. A lot of them can’t handle talking face-to-fa—”

“Hello!!”

“Whoa…!”

Everyone at the table startled as a blur of blue and silver bounded into view. Forks and spoons clattered, food leapt up from its trays, some of it catching onto clothes and flecking onto skin.

“Sheesh, don’t scare us like that!” Cater groaned, wiping a dot of applesauce from his cheek. “Riddle-kun will have our heads if even one hair’s out of place!”

“Ehehe, sorry! I was just so excited when my visual receptors picked up on unfamiliar faces!”

"M-Myah?! Wh-What the heck, this guy came straight outta nowhere!!" Grim cried.

“Who’s…?” Your voice trailed off as you took a closer look at the stranger.

Sapphire flames in the place of hair danced upon his scalp, a stark contrast to his pallid face. His amber eyes were so striking, so bright, it was like electricity coursed through them. Everything about him was sharp, as though he had been cut out of something tougher than diamonds. But his body—

It was decidedly not that of a human.

Perhaps the most “human” thing about him was the pair of headphones casually slung around his neck—an accessory to pass as a teenager. The rest of his tall, lithe frame was carved out in a silvery white metal, glowing blue lines running down his torso. The joints at the young man's fingers, knees, and elbows were visible, and where his heart should have been was another haunting blue flame.

His feet were particularly strange; too chunky to be made of flesh and bone, but formed like platform boots. And then you realized why his initial appearance had been so odd: he had not walked, but rocketed over. He hadn’t even touched the ground.

You assumed that he smiled at you—you couldn’t tell for certain, as his mouth was concealed behind a black guard of some sort, a skull-like pattern printed on it.

“You are…?”

“Ortho. Ortho Shroud.” He pulled down his mouth visor, showcasing cobalt lips arranged in (as you had suspected) a grin. It was both innocent and mischievous, as though he had a secret yet to be unleashed. “It’s always nice to get to know the new blood~"

“You’re a student too?” Deuce asked excitedly. "Oh...! That would make you our upperclassman, wouldn't it?!"

“Duh, of course he is,” Ace said with a roll of his eyes. "What else would he be, a janitor? The local handyman?"

You shot him a sideways glare for the jab.

“Better a janitor or a handyman than a kid that got put in time out,” you shot back, gesturing to the enchanted collar chaffing Ace’s neck.

He frowned.

“I am present at Night Raven College to monitor and to support my younger brother during his studies,” Ortho replied. "He is a first year in Ignihyde."

His response, you noticed, didn’t fully answer the question.

"What, so there's another big guy lumberin' around campus with his hair on fire?" Grim snickered at the thought. "Must be real easy to spot him in a crowd then!"

"Heheh. Wouldn't you like to know?"

There was an ominous undertone to his words, sending the ghost of a chill crawled down your spine.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that. You didn't come all this way just to tease the freshmen, right?" Trey adjusted his glasses knowingly. "If I know you, Ortho... you're looking for something."

"Foiled me already, huh? You're no fun." He stuck out his lower lip in a playful pout. "But yes, that is correct. I wanted to ask a little favor of our new friends!"

"You’re already charming your way into getting free labor from your juniors? So mean~ What kind of heartless monster would do such a thing?"

Trey raised an eyebrow at Cater. "I seem to recall someone shirking his unbirthday party duties and dumping the workload onto the underclassmen."

"Ehhh, are you seriously putting me on the spot?"

"Better watch out, Loosey Deucey," Ace smirked to his classmate. "If you're not careful, Cater-senpai's gonna work you ragged!"

"I wouldn't fall for something like that!" Deuce stopped, reconsidering "... Unless they really, REALLY needed me! It's the duty of an honors student to lend a helping hand when asked to!"

"Dude, you're making it too easy to dupe you.”

“I-I’m not easy to dupe!! I could turn down any request if I wanted to!”

“Grim? Prefect? Back me up here.”

You tensed at the suggestion of being tricked. You'd been fooled once by cruelty disguised as kindness—Ace's taunts masked as friendliness—and you wouldn't be fooled again.

"Sorry, senpai. I'm not sure if there's anything I can do for you. I'm just trying to focus on learning the campus and my schedule, so..."

"There's no need to worry! I am at least 20.8% less deceptive than the general student populace of Night Raven College."

"Where did you pull that statistic from?" you wondered, suspiciously eyeing Ortho.

He accepted it in stride. "I am an advanced artificial intelligence. I'm able to run a number of advanced calculations in seconds. There are several other functions only I am capable of—so please believe me when I say that if there were a method for me to resolve this issue alone, I would have."

You hesitated.

The argument Ortho provided was compelling. Maybe too compelling.

"... What do you want?"

Ortho stared directly at Grim.

"H-Hey, what're you lookin' at me for?"

You felt Ortho’s smile under the visor widening. "I'd like to play a game of cat and mouse."

“You can’t find your little brother?”

You briskly walked by Ortho's side, the two of you traversing a hallway which opened into a sunny courtyard. A squirming Grim was tucked under your arm.

The furry gremlin had been taken against his will, whisked out of the cafeteria and away from his plate of mashed tuna, abandoning the Heartslabyul boys to the remainders of their own meals.

"I'll help you, Prefect!" Deuce had promised, only to be shut down by Ace's teasing. ("Oi, what happened to 'I can turn down any request if I wanted to'?")

Not that they would have been of any use, you thought. A statue set on fire, Ace trapped under a cauldron, and a shattered chandelier dancing in your mind.

By now, Grim's loud whining had (thankfully) eased into unhappy grumbling.

Ortho nodded. "I would regularly be able to locate Idia-san by running a campus-wide scan for all living organisms, then isolating by biometrics. However, I can't seem to find him no matter how many times I run the program. He must be using a device to jam my detective capabilities from afar."

"Really? You look... complicated," you commented carefully. "Your brother sounds like some kind of a genius if he's able to pull that off."

"He is," Ortho said sunnily.

"... Well, that's putting you in a bind right now, so I don't think we should be happy about his big brain cells."

“It shouldn’t be an obstacle. Idia-san may be highly intelligent, but I have a trump card now thanks to you!” Ortho snuck a peek at Grim and graced him with a firm head pat. “A cute kitty cat!”

“I’m NOT a cat!!” Grim protested, swiping at Ortho’s metal hand.

“Because you said your little brother likes cats?”

“Yes. I’m sure that we’ll be able to lure him out with this!” Ortho waved a hand into the courtyard. “This would be an optimal spot. It’s a relatively wide open space, so it would appear more innocuous to set our trap here.”

You slowed your pace and scanned the outside, seeking out a blue fire that matched the android's. It was notably empty, with most students away for their lunch break.

“Oi, can ya stop talkin’ about me like I’m your bait?!”

“Quiet, Grim,” you shushed, setting him down in the grass. “You are our bait. Now get your tail out there and try to act natural!”

With that, you rushed to hide yourself behind a column. Ortho chuckled to himself, joining you behind an adjacent one.

“Grrr…”

Grim begrudgingly got on all fours and padded onto the lawn. He glanced around the courtyard and cleared his throat. “Uh… ‘meow’?”

There was silence.

"Meow, meow, me-ooooow!"

The silence grew staler.

"... Okay, that's enough of a stain on the great Grim-sama's reputation for one day!" He stood on his hind legs and stretched his arms to the sky. "I'm headin' back to get my fill of fish!"

"Not yet!! Try doing something cute like licking yourself or playing with a ball of yarn!"

“Not if you’re gonna watch, minion!!”

"I can look away if you're embarrassed."

"That's not the problem here!!"

"What is the problem then?"

"Shh! Wait—” Ortho gasped. "I'm detecting movement from the opposite side of the courtyard. There, in the bushes!"

You looked where he indicated.

Indeed, one of the shrubs seemed to be quivering, causing a few of its leaves to dislodge and fall to the ground. Seconds later, there was a flicker of light, and a small boy clutching a handheld console emerged, followed what appeared to be a floating skull.

He was dressed in a frumpy, oversized black and blue striped sweater. The rest of his outfit was just as comedic and childish, with a pair of pants sporting many pockets and a pair of sneakers splattered with the colors of the night sky. Colorful characters and shapes adorned his footwear: three eyed green aliens, stars, spaceships, and astronauts.

But most importantly, he was just like Ortho. Eyes the same color, fiery blue hair that fanned out behind him, mouth a shade of cyanide poisoning, and skin that looked like it hadn't seen the sun in years.

"That's your brother? Your first year brother? He doesn't look any older than an average elementary schooler," you hissed to Ortho.

"Genius, remember?" He shrugged. "Night Raven College made a special exception for a child prodigy to enroll in its ranks."

So Idia is a child prodigy... and Ortho's a supercomputer that's supposed to babysit him? Wait, how can a robot and a human even be related? Can a human even have fire for hair? Just what kind of a family dynamic is this?!

Your brain hurt from trying to fit the details together. They were like puzzle pieces that didn't quite connect.

A strangled scream resounded in the courtyard.

You snapped to attention, leaping out from your hiding place. Horror clenched your throat, your stomach—

Idia had Grim trapped in a death grip, smushing the poor creature against his face. The little boy wore a silly, toothy grin, revealing that his teeth were pointed like an imp's. His console was shoved into one of many pockets, long forgotten in favor of the cat.

"Hihihihihi, it must be my lucky day," Idia mumbled to himself. "I thought some annoying normie finished stuffing their face with food early and started stomping and shouting, but no! It turned out to be a talented talking widdle kitty witty interrupting my private gaming session... It's okay, I'll forgive you cuz you're seriously sooo fluffy and cute!!"

"Be careful, you're hurting him!!" you called out, charging at the child. You were but a few feet away when Idia noticed you, and his excitement waned.

"E-Eep!! Are you the kitty's owner?"

"I'm NOT a cat!!" Grim moaned desperately.

"Er, no... yes... maybe..." You paused. "It's hard to define, but we live together, so that means I have a say in how he's treated!!"

Idia's expression immediately twisted into a look of total disgust. "Ew. Gross. Go away. No one asked to see your dumb face. I found the kitty, so he's mine now. You should've kept a better eye on him if you cared so much."

"Wh-What..."

What's with this sassy lost child?!

"Now you listen here, mister—“

"Idia-san!!”

Ortho flew right by you, stopping your tirade before it could even start. He practically tackled Idia, smothering him in a hug that was warm and hummed like a generator.

(Grim let out another scream as his body was compressed between the two brothers.)

"O-Ortho nii-san...!?"

"Thank goodness I found you! I was so worried when you disappeared on me!!" Ortho released Idia, but kept his hands firmly on the young boy's shoulders. "It was bad of you to run off and go into hiding like that. My circuits almost fried from the shock!!”

Grim fell to the ground in a furry heap and scrambled into your arms. “G-Get me away from that crazy kid…!!”

You held him to your chest and stroked his back comfortingly, warily eyeing Idia and anticipating another smarmy remark.

He bashfully stared down at his shoes. “………………….. S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Huh?! Since when was he all shy and innocent?! His personality did a complete 180!

“It’s alright! What matters is that you’re safe and sound.” Ortho happily ruffled the flames on Idia’s head. “But promise me that you won’t do that again. I know you’re anxious since it’s your first week of school, but that’s no excuse for holing up for the day.”

“… I-I don’t wanna go to class or eat in the cafeteria,” Idia whined stubbornly, clinging to Ortho’s arm. “I saw. Th-There’s too many people.

He vigorously shook his head. "But I don't want to. I only wanna hang out with you, Nii-san... and the kitty.”

“You know that’s not healthy,” Ortho tutted. “There’s a big, bright, beautiful world out there, full of lovely people waiting to meet you. You won’t be able to experience that if you keep to yourself all year.”

"S-Sounds scary..."

"It's not scary at all! Look, your big bro met these nice people today." Ortho indicated you and Grim. "They helped me out when I was in a pinch. It's because of them that I was able to find you."

"Uh, hi?" You awkwardly waved.

Idia shuffled behind his brother's leg, glaring at you from behind it.

"Don't be like that." Ortho's eyes glimmered with cheer. "Hey, I know! Why don't you introduce yourself to them?"

"D-Do I really have to?"

"Would it help if they introduced themselves to you first?"

Idia said nothing, but his stare turned expectant. Ortho looked at you hopefully.

You sighed and relented. "... I'm the Ramshackle Prefect, and this is Grim."

"That's the GREAT Grim-sama to you, minion!"

"......................... I-Idia. Idia Shroud... I'm a first year in Ignihyde... a-and its dorm leader..."

... Huh?

"I'm sorry, what did you just say? I swear I must have misheard you." You laughed, cupping an ear.

"I'm dorm leader."

... HAH?

"Y-You're... You're a kid though?! And didn't you literally just start school at NRC? How's it possible that you became dorm leader so fast?!"

"Feh!!" Idia smirked, tapping his temples. "Unlike you simple-minded noobs, I've got the brain of a genius inventor up in here! There's nothing I can't achieve, hihihihi!"

He sealed the deal by blowing a raspberry.

Am I seriously being talked down to by a grade schooler?! You took a breath to calm yourself. No, I'm better than this. Don't get mad. Be the bigger person.

"Now, Idia-san... Bragging isn't very kind," Ortho gently chided. "Still, I'm proud of you for managing to get through giving your introduction!"

The android clapped, his face lighting up with excitement. "Since everyone's acquainted...! That makes us all brand-new friends!"

"I don't know if I'd go THAT far," you muttered. "It depends on how loosely you define 'friend'... though it sounds like your definition of it is very loose."

"Friends are friends!!" Ortho insisted. "And do you guys know what friends do?"

Oh no.

There was that odd smile of his again, clearly visible in spite of the visor hiding it. Half innocence, half mischief.

Your stomach sank. You had a bad feeling about this.

"Friends hang out together on their lunch breaks!"

... You should have listened to the warning signs Trey had pointed out.

“Alright, who wants snacks?"

Ortho placed several large bowls before you, each offering up something sweet or salty. There were chips in various flavors, candies in all colors, popcorn, and plain pretzels with a variety of dips. It was a rainbow of treats, definitely an upgrade from all the canned tuna and tap water you had been living off of for the past few days.

"Take your pick of drinks too! Plenty to go around." He pointed to a pyramid of canned beverages as he settled in comfortably next to you. This close, you could sense the heat radiating off of him, could see your reflection in his shiny coat.

"Myah?! You sure are livin' the high life!! You have so much stuff!" Grim crawled around on a fuzzy carpet, his eyes darting around, taking in all the shelves of games and merchandise, the consoles arranged in front of a large television.

"I-I have a kitty... I have an actual kitty in my room...!!" Idia looked like he was going to pass out from happiness. A first for his seemingly bloodless self. "N-Ne... d-do you want to play a game? C-Can you play games...?"

"Can I? Don't underestimate the great Grim-sama!!" He stood up and put his paws on his hips. "I won't go easy on ya just cuz you're a lil' brat! Name your game, buster!!"

“Ahhhh, I get to play with a kitty…! Th-This is pure bliss!!”

“For the last time, I’m NOT a… Oh, whatever!! Show me to your games already, I’ll fish out the best one!”

The duo dug into a cabinet, tossing out several discs and cartridges. Grim’s pitchfork-shaped tail sailed in the air as he rifled through titles. The tips of Idia’s hair were tinged pink.

You bit into a chip as you watched the scene unfold.

Grim’s acting like a little kid himself. All Ortho had to do was dangle toys and food in front of him and he instantly caved…

A cold wetness came upon your cheek.

You startled, relaxing only when you realized it was the sensation of a cold bottle being pressed against your bare skin.

“Living organisms such as yourself need to maintain adequate hydration levels for proper functioning,” Ortho advised. “Please do take care.”

“Thanks.” You cautiously accepted the drink, keeping your eyes trained on him.

He’s more cunning than he seems. Ortho talks himself down, but orchestrating all of this takes some serious computing and forethought.

Dangerous, you concluded. He’s dangerous.

“… Oh? You’re staring.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I can tell,” Ortho chirped. “Your iris and retinal activity indicates that—”

“You definitely tricked us.”

Without missing a beat, he nodded. “Yes. Are you upset that I did?”

“How much of it was planned?” you demanded, pointing the water bottle at him accusingly. “Was there really a jamming device preventing you from finding Idia on your own? When you stopped and said the courtyard was the perfect place to search… did you already know he was there?”

“Hehe. When I saw you and Grim-san in the cafeteria for the first time, I saw an opportunity to make use of our meeting, so I took it!

“My brother would have such an easier time opening up to a creature of the feline variety. I formulated a believable excuse to acquire the target.” Ortho chuckled, coy with his words. “I’d say it was a successful mission. Wouldn’t you?”

“Why didn’t you be honest with us? We would have helped if you had just…”

“I wanted it to be as close to a naturalistic simulation as possible.”

You blinked, taken aback by the immediate and blunt response.

“In a simulation,” Ortho continued calmly, “we imitate a situation in a controlled environment. Multiple factors are considered in the process. By running multiple simulations, we can collect more data and come closer to accounting for a simulation which is most closely related to the randomness that is a real-world system.

“In this situation, it was the inverse. I wanted a scenario in which less information would yield a more natural outcome.”

“You… wanted it to feel ‘real’ for Idia,” you said slowly. “It wouldn’t have worked like that if we knew what was going on and pretended like we were there by chance. You needed us to be in the dark.”

“Correct.”

Ortho had confessed to his guilt, but try as you might, you couldn’t detect any malicious intent.

“Idia-san is special—but he’s socially anxious and has a hard time getting along with his classmates. They don’t like that a young child has been enrolled at this school, or that he has taken on such an important role at it.

“As the one that has been assigned to oversee his school life, I worry. I would like Idia to enjoy his time here to its fullest, yet… the year has barely begun, and I’ve already been instructed by the headmaster that firing a laser is ‘not an appropriate defense protocol’ for dealing with bullies and other instigators…”

“… Crowley’s right about that part,” you interjected.

Ortho laughed, and the fondness and the fluidity of it stunned you. For a second, you forgot that he was not human at all, believing that he was a real boy.

“This will be the first step of many for Idia-san. I hope to be there for the rest of that journey.”

“Ortho-senpai…”

“I’m glad that our paths crossed, Prefect-san.” He flashed a winsome smile. “Thank you and Grim-san for helping me—and for indulging him.”

“… It’s no problem, but next time you’d better not pull another dirty trick like you did today.”

“Next time?” The smile turned slightly cocky, and you vaguely regretted your reply.

“I assume we’ll be seeing you around campus, not necessarily hanging out.”

“Aww, it’s not nice of you to snub your new friends like that~” There was a nip of wickedness to his teasing tone. “… I’m not a formal student, but you might still see me hanging around my little bro. Come by and say hi again sometime, will you?”

You blinked. “You’re not a student?”

Ortho gave no response. His eyes trailed over to Grim and Idia, who had seated themselves before the TV, controllers in hand.

The screen sparked to life with color and light and sound. A night sky speckled with stars blinked into view, along with bombastic blue font.

Star Rogue ~The Road to Being a Hero~

Traced by the glow of the game, the uncanniness in Ortho’s appearance became apparent. The lack of pores in his rubbery skin, the sharp metal sheen of his body, the abnormal lines running in his irises. Even his fire was just a swaying projection, a trick of the light.

Beneath his mask, fake lips moved, producing a close approximation of a human voice.

“… I can be at Night Raven College because of Idia-san.” He cupped the flame that burned in the place of his heart. “That alone… brings me happiness.”

If Ortho was a flame burning brightly, then he had dimmed to mere embers, his voice but a contemplative whisper. Cold, hard logic had been dispelled, leaving only the ashes where a feeling had once been.

Pressure welled in your chest.

I… shouldn’t pry further than this.

“N-Never mind that!” You cracked open your bottle and took a big swig out of it. Slamming it down, you wiped a stray dribble of water from your chin. “Let’s watch the game!! How does it even work, anyway?”

“Star Rogue? Oh, it’s a classic.” Ortho crossed his legs and leaned back against Idia’s bed. “You go…” He pointed a finger at you and pantomimed a firing, then a kickback. “Pew, pew!! And everything in your way explodes! You shoot down the boss and save the galaxy!

“Er… You have way more of a casual attitude on violence than you initially let on.”

Ortho shrugged. “Like I said, the headmaster forbade me from firing lasers on campus. This is the next best thing.”

“Well, as long as you’re not obliterating any real people... I guess that’s fine.”

“It’s better experienced than explained. We should go for a round after those two!” Ortho inclined his head towards Grim and Idia, eyes glued to the television and caught up in an intense round of button mashing.

You chortled. “Okay, you’re on.”

“Great. Prepare to get crushed and left in my space dust!” His eyes twinkled like the stars on the screen, the traces of sadness that had once been there gone.

So human, so real.

The feeling behind them.

Almost like his entire being was lighting up from the inside out.

Huh, so he can smile like that too.

“Hey,” you said slowly, “Ortho-senpai?”

His eyes cut to you, the alien features in his profile still illuminated. “Yes, Prefect-san?”

“I may not entirely understand your circumstances, but for what it’s worth… you have a big heart.”

He looked at you fully, pupils dilated. The fire of his hair and in his chest flared up, as if expressing surprise.

“Really,” you stressed, your brows upturned sympathetically. “Anyone would be lucky to have someone like you in their lives.”

Ortho's gaze sharpened, carefully analyzing you. Your features, your feelings. Contemplating the sincerity behind them.

After what seemed like an eternity--but was surely just a few seconds in real time--he spoke. It was a single, simple word as sweet as the taste of victory.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." You gave him a playful light tap on the shoulder.

With a soft laugh, he returned the favor. When his fist made contact with you, you could feel the warmth emanating from him.

The wires and electricity running through him. His heart pulsing.

“… But don't think this means I’ll take it easy on you,” Ortho warned. “I can get super competitive when it comes to games, you know!"

“Wouldn’t dream of it, senpai.”

[ssj2hindudude]

*Nikita walks in on Sheela making cereal* *And then Sheela pours the milk first*

Nikita: Did you just pour the milk first?

Sheela: Yeah? What's wrong? Is it expired-

Nikita: NOBODY pours the milk first! It's- It's WEIRD!

Sheela: Um, I pour the milk first.

Nikita: And it's FREAKING WEIRD!

Sheela: WHY are you so offended?!?

Nikita: Because- SERIAL KILLERS pour the milk first!

Sheela: Oh. So. Imma kill somebody, for NO REASON, because I poured the milk first?

Nikita: I don't know, maybe-

Sheela: Why does this matter to you?

Nikita: Why do you even do it that way?

Sheela: So the cereal doesn't get soggy as fast.

Nikita: ...what?

Sheela: It makes sense.

Nikita: No. It doesn't.

Sheela: Listen, if you pour the cereal in first, and THEN pour the milk in after, then all the cereal gets SATURATED by the milk-

Nikita: ALL of the cereal gets SATURATED and SUBMERGED by the milk anyway-

Sheela: NO, not if you pour the milk in first-

Nikita: YES IT DOES!

Sheela: Wait, let me finish, sis! C'mon!

Nikita: Go ahead, go ahead. What?

Sheela: Cause of SURFACE TENSION...

*Nikita looks at the camera like in the Office*

Sheela: ...the bottom layer of the cereal will act as a FLOTATION DEVICE-

Nikita: What are you even saying right now-

Sheela: SHUT UP, LET ME FINISH-

Nikita: But that's STUPID

Sheela: YOU'RE stupid!

Nikita: This whole ARGUMENT is stupid!

Sheela: YOU are the one who STARTED this whole ARGUMENT!

Nikita: Cause you poured the FREAKING MILK IN THE BOWL FIRST!

Sheela: JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!

*Nikita snarls at the camera and says "Gosh"*

Sheela: Now, as I was saying, if you pour the cereal on TOP of the milk-

Nikita: Wait, how do you know how much milk to pour if you don't pour the cereal into the bowl first?

Sheela: If you eat all the cereal and there's still more milk left, either (A), DRINK IT, or (B), I dunno, POUR SOME MORE CEREAL

Nikita: But what if you're not as HUNGRY or as THIRSTY as you thought you were, and now you're just sitting here, with a bowl full of extra MILK-

Sheela, baby voice: Oh. Do you need a bottle? Your ba-ba?

Sheela, normal: Or are you gonna stop being a little BABY and just FINISH IT?!?

Nikita, menacingly: Cereal-milk is tainted milk

Sheela, menacingly: Well that's your fault for pouring too much milk.

Sheela, normal: Plus, there's always room for more cereal! Cereal's like, the ICE CREAM of breakfast!

Nikita: Cereal for breakfast is poppin'-

Sheela: On the other hand, if you pour the cereal first-

Nikita: Oh my-

Sheela: AND THEN pour the milk on after-

Nikita: STOP

Sheela: All the cereal will get soggy-

Nikita: EXACTLY!

Sheela: Huh?

Nikita: It gets soggy!

Sheela: Exactly!

Nikita: That's the best part!

Sheela: You're kidding me.

Nikita: NO. I am NOT.

Sheela: Have you ever had soggy Fruity Pebbles before?

Nikita: Yes. And they're delicious.

Sheela: You're an Asura.

Nikita: SOGGY FRUITY PEBBLES ARE HEAVENLY

Sheela: THAT'S DISGUSTING!

Nikita: YOU'RE DISGUSTING!

*Aiden walks in*

Sheela: YOUR WHOLE FACE IS DISGUSTING!

Nikita: YOU IDIOT! WE HAVE. THE SAME. FACE!!!

Aiden: Hey guys?

Twins: WHAT?!?

Aiden: Just. Heard your argument and I just gotta say...have you tried it, without the milk?

*Twins stare him down*

Aiden: I actually, uh, I prefer to eat my cereal dry.

*Twins breathe in*

Twins: BOI🫱

Sheela: DO YOU ALSO PREFER TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH WITHOUT WETTING THE TOOTH BRUSH?

Nikita: I BET YOU USE THE TOILET AFTER YOU SHOWER! YOU'RE PROBABLY SMELLING LIKE A STRAIGHT SEWER!

Sheela: RIGHT NOW!

Nikita: OL' BROKE LOOKING, JOHNNY LEVER LOOKING BOI

Sheela: IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR WHOLE "Ara Ara" APSARA LOOKING FACE OUTTA HERE BOI

Aiden: Guys-

Nikita: WHO ARE YOU?!?

Sheela: WE DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU ANYMORE

Aiden: But guys-

Nikita: WHO INVITED YOU?!?

Sheela: WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!?

Aiden: But guys-

Nikita: HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN OUR HOUSE?!?

Sheela: 👈EXIT STAGE LEFT!

Aiden: But-

Nikita: YOU POMPOUS HEATHEN! I TAKE MY SPOON AND I YEET!

*throws a spoon at Aiden*

Sheela: YEET! *throws the bowl at Aiden*

Nikita: MILK YEET! *Throws the milk jug at Aiden*

Sheela: RUSUSUSPUFFAS YEET! *Throws box of Reese's Puffs at Aiden*

*later*

Aru, bandaging Aiden's wounds: And this is why I don't go to the Jagan's anymore...

sorta part 2

[writing-by-mimi]

Nine Demons and a Baby

Diavolo x F!MC

Chapter 18

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

     Mammon had went through your closet and grabbed a sundress from amoung the hangers. Helping you dress, he was careful not to tug or pull to hard

      "Thanks, Mams." You'd been too nervous to sleep before being with Levi and after everything, you were exhausted.

     "You should get some rest. We can go for a brunch or something. Even just eat here at the castle. Free food always taste good." He smiled as he traced your face with his thumb. "Ya scared the shit outta me when I heard ya cryin'. I thought I was gonna have to beat Leviathan ta death." He gave a small laugh as you tossed the infirmary gown on the floor.

      "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare anyone." Your voice was small as you laid back on Diavolo's bed. "It just thought I messed him up or killed him."

     Mammon nudged your shoulder, and you rolled over to give him space. You didn't expect him to lay down behind you and slip his arm under your pillow and place his hand on your hip. "It's alright, Dollface. Catch some Z's an we can get some food in ya and talk with everyone. I'll be here to make sure you an the munchkins are okay."

       "Thanks mammoney." It was the last thing he heard from you as you drifted quickly off to sleep.

       About twenty minutes later the door swung open and Mammon raised his hand to catch the attention of whoever  the hell it might be.

     Diavolo...great. Though he should have figured...it was the dudes room. He pressed his finger to his lips as he slowly slid from his position as the big spoon and sat up. He nodded towards the bathroom as the other man followed him in. Leaving the door cracked open enough so he could see ya, he turned to the Prince. "She ain't been sleepin' long and she definitely needs it." His hushed voice still echoing just a bit in the large room. "Plans are ta eat an see how she's feelin' after."

      Diavolo could only nod. Mammon was to be next. His ire for the man in front of him doting on you still held strong in his chest, yet he kept a level head. The Avatar was only being careful of you. He had not done anything out of the ordinary from how he would usually care for you.

       "Over all, the infirmary gave the all clear, an other than needin' rest, she's walkin' and talkin' fine."

      "You still plan to be with her." His words were more of a statement.

       "I ain't an idiot like you whose sticking his dick in whatever he pleases when the fancy strikes. I told Mc I'd be soft with 'em, so it's what I'm gonna deliver if she wants it." He shrugged. Being candid with Diavolo would only benefit ya, so why mince words? "She's a big girl. She can figure it out, an it ain't like she's going straight to Lucifer or Satan next. Though I can't wait to see your face after Satan has a go with her." He chuckled.

       Diavolo clenched his fist and narrowed his eyes. "You'd do well to watch your tounge, Mammon."

       "Oh, I'll be watchin' it alright. Watchin' it lick all over Mcs cute, tight little pussy before I-" Mammon could only smirk as Diavolo had grabbed the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. "That's right, Princey, get pissed. Wanna punch me too? Rough me up? I'm sure Mc will care real good for me." He put on his saddest set of eyes "Mc, he's a psychopath! I was just watchin' ya and the munchkins an he lost his mind!" The fake fear coupled with the undertone of taunting made him laugh as his features returned to normal. "She'd be so pissed at you and drag me to the treasury faster than I can count one hundred Grimm in singles."

     Diavolo let out a deep growl. "You're pushing farther than you should tempt, Mammon." His jaw clenched as he slowly increased the pressure against the Avatars collar bones. "If you wish to model for the rest of your life, I suggest you shut your mouth."

      "C'mon. Do it, bitch. Make Mc fawn all over me while your still pissed. I don't think my cock could get any harder. Just knowing your fucking losing it while I make her cum is gonna be fan-fucking-tastic while I fuck her on your money."

      Diavolo released him. Clenching his fist again he glared at Mammon. "You'd do well to remove yourself from my presence."

      "Ya figuring out that ya fucked up yet? Levi knotted her." He couldn't contain his glee. "An from what I know, all you've ever done is just use brute force to breed her, so I'll be her first demon all over again. Soft and slow. Gentle. Ya think she'll think of me when ya try an be sweet with her? Ya know what they say, ya don't forget yer firs-"

      Diavolos fist collided with Mammons nose before he could stop himself. The Avatar had wanted this, his anger. Who was he to deny such a request?

     Mammon held his face, his lips upturned in a devilish smirk as he looked to the Prince through the gaps in his fingers. "Thanks." He stepped towards the bathroom door, only for the Prince to grab him by the shoulder. The quick snap of pain in his head making him double over, but he held his tounge as not to wake you. The blood on his hands now gone, nose just as perfect as it ever was.

       "Would you like to go again?"

       "Ya gonna fuck around on Mc again?"

       "Get out. If you approach Mc before she wakes or before she seats herself at the dining hall, I will find out, and I will make you suffer for you insolence, since you seem to desire my wrath."

      "Sure thing, pal." Mammon gave a tight lipped smile as he exited the bathroom. Diavolo took a moment to calm himself. The second born had gotten under his skin so easily...

      Mammon could only smile and laugh quietly as he returned to his position as big spoon, waving happily to the Prince as he opened the door. "See ya at lunch." His smile a mile wide.

      Yet again an Avatar held you close, holding him back from taking any retribution.

     "Ya startin' ta learn she ain't ta be second best? Cuz I could wake her her up real sweet like. Make her moan all pretty and fuck her on yer bed, an all you'd be able to do is watch, cuz if ya freaked out, it would only make ya look like an asshole." He wiggled his brows. "Or are ya lookin' for her ta leave ya all over again?"

     "Both you and your brothers wish to serve me a lesson. I am very aware of what has transpired and that Mc is not to be second to any but our children. A mistake that will not be repeated. I expected such lowly tactics from Satan, but not from you."

      "As long as the points made, that's what's counts." He smiled. "I got an alarm set for like, six hours from now. If we sleep through it, come get Mc. She needs to stay hydrated. An if anything important happens or Levi wakes up, come get Mc. I think she is still convinced she hurt him and needs ta hear it from him, ya know." He waved the Prince off, still keeping his arm under your pillow, though he turned to lay on his back and pulled his phone from his pocket. "I'll keep an eye on her an the munchkins. Go be pissy somewhere else." He laughed.

      Diavolo held his tounge and turned to leave.

      "I believe ya."

      He turned his head over his shoulder to look, Mammon paid him no mind as he kept playing on his phone. "Don't make me regret it."

‐‐‐

   Leviathan had woken sometime later, red faced and stuttering apologies to Beel who was by his bed side when he woke in the guest bedroom.

     "You don't have to worry." He assured. "Asmo came and got Mc free, she's sleeping now."

     He pulled the blanket over his sitting form, "Oh fuck, she'll never forgive me Beel! I messed up and knotted her! She'll think I'm a freak forever now!"

     "I don't think so. Last I knew she was worried she hurt you." He reasoned.

      Pulling the blanket down quickly, he sat on his knees and grabbed his brothers shoulders. "I didn't hurt her, did I?"

      Beel lowered him back down to the bed, "You didn't hurt her. The infirmary gave the all clear. Mammons with her now and she's sleeping."

      Levi covered his face, "Are you absolutely positive I didn't hurt her?" His voice was quiet as he peaked through his fingers.

     "Yep." He gave a warm smile as he nodded, "I'll text Mammon and let him know your awake and to wake Mc up. She wanted to see you."

      All Levi could do was shake, "She's gonna hate me Beel." He picked at the blanket and looked away. "Lord Diavolo is going to murder me for hurting her, and I don't blame him."

     "I don't think he'll murder you. Asmo did say he was pretty mad though."

      Levi's eyes shot open wide, "I told you!" He hissed.

      "Asmo said its because he's jealous. I guess he looked up more about knotting, and when he saw how rare it was and the fact that it even happened....Asmo said he was seething."

      "Seething?"

      Beel could only raise his eyebrows and his brothers sudden excitement.

     "Beel, that's perfect! I told Mc we'd make him jealous. She didn't think we could because he wouldn't care."

     "Oh, he cares. Barbatos says the office is wrecked." Beel pulled up his phone and showed the group text that included everyone but the Prince. Almost every available item had been crushed.

      The third born let out a happy laugh, "I did it. Mc and I did it!" He grabbed his pants from further down the bed, "Where's my phone?"

     Beel let out a sigh, "Asmo said he'd get you another one." Beel gave a soft smile as he handed his brother the phone, screen cracked in multiple areas and it didn't even turn on.

     "Still worth it." Levi whispered as he put it in his pocket. "I'll go to Mc, that way it's easier."

     "Last I knew, she was in Lord Diavolo's chambers."

---

     Being shaken awake you groaned. "What fucking time is it? I feel like I'm hung over." You sat up getting the sleep out of your eyes before a pair of arms encompassed you. You let out a squeak and looked up. "Levi!" You smiled and hugged him back. "I thought I fucking killed you!" You pulled back and pinched his cheek roughly.

    "Ah, Mc!" He whined as he held his cheek. "A-are your s-sure your okay?" His face turned red.

     "I'm okay. Really." You assured. "I'm just glad you are too."

      "We made Diavolo jealous." He whispered. "I-i hope I d-did you proud-d."

       "I wasn't even sure it was possible...thank you." You gave a small smile. "Seriously, Levi...are you okay. Asmodeus told me that it's kinda rare..."

     He stood straight as a board. "I, yes! B-but it..." He turned red. "It's really rare. Like really really rare..."

      You could see him begin to panic. "Levi, it's okay. I promise. I don't think your weird or anything. It...it's actually really nice. To know that you actually wanted to and had a good time..."

      "Diavolo is pissed as shit. Good job Lil bro." Mammon clapped his shoulder roughly.

     "I wouldn't go with pissed. Though I understand why that is the first thing that comes to mind." Diavolos voice startled you and you on instinct covered your face.

     "W-well either way, I knotted Mc, and it was awesome!" Levi shuddered as he tried to stand tall and not shake in place.

      "I know. If not for my mother reminding me you are the admiral of our Navy, I would have cut Mc free." He gave a smile.

      Oh, you were the worst! Diavolo being jealous and possessive made you feel nice. Wanted. You risked looking past your hands to Diavolo.

     "I'm glad you didn't...that would have been traumatic." You played with your fingers. "Anyone else hungry?" You asked nervously.

---

4th time today trying to post this... here's hoping.

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[twothpaste]

intermission depression meals

ness: bluebell ice cream straight outta the tub. off-brand lunchable from the dollar store. white bread toast with ketchup on it.

paula: handful of grapes. tiny pack of whales crackers (nostalgic, used to be a snack for the preschool kids). starbucks protein box but that's all she's eaten in the past 24 hours.

jeff: sleeve of saltine crackers. black coffee at 2AM. beans from a tupperware he keeps in his mini-fridge.

poo: bottle of vitamin water. spoonful of peanut butter. 1 cup of plain rice, but he chopped some green onion over it, so he insists it now constitutes a proper meal for the day - and hey, he's getting good at this intermittent fasting thing, never felt better actually, haha, you should really try it too.

lucas: handful of plain oats. 1 stick of beef jerky. 2 tiny, thin, despicably crunchy gluten-free cookies (he doesn't have celiac).

claus: apple (slightly bruised). monster energy drink. half a tin of cinnamon altoids, eaten absentmindedly over the course of an hour.

kumatora: burnt popcorn. gas station doughnut. whoppers candy out of a mashed-up box she found on her car's floorboard (some of the chocolate has melted off and congealed in the box).

duster: dry mcdonald's biscuit, with no butter or jam or anything. canned vienna sausages. those little cubes of cheddar cheese you can buy a pack of at the grocery store.

porky: glass of wine he stole from his mom's house. cup ramen. raw beef.

[thewidowsghost]

Liho and the Lion (Natasha Romanoff x G/n Reader)

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

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@yellowvxbes​ asked:

hello. i’m sending in a request for you:

how about natasha x reader and they so happen to save a very, very cute cat which in no way at all is relating to me in any way. and the cat so happens to be an orange tabby who is a kitten.

and they’re both saviors for the cat.

thank youuuu 😁😁

I’m apologizing in advance for how long I’ve had this request. @yellowvxbes​ requested this like six - eight months ago, and I just happened to find it in my drafts. I also feel slightly terrible because this is totally not a full length fic :(

I hope my Yel enjoys, however :)

Natasha fixes her gaze on (Y/n), who is sitting and staring off into the distance. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Natasha asks her lover. 

“Nat,” (Y/n) turns to face their girlfriend, “I want a cat.”

“Honey,” Natasha reaches over and uses a finger to turn (Y/n)’s face to meet her gaze, “we have a cat.”

(Y/n) shakes their head. “But Liho is your cat,” (Y/n) replies, their gaze flicking to said cat, who was lying in Natasha’s lap. “He’s always cuddling with you,” (Y/n) says, and Liho lifts his head, his green eyes meeting (Y/n)’s (E/c) gaze. (Y/n) narrows their gaze at the cat, before returning their gaze back to Natasha. 

“How ‘bout we go for a walk?” Natasha asks. 

After a moment, (Y/n) nods. “Fine,” (Y/n) mutters. 

“You sound so upset,” Natasha murmurs, placing a kiss on (Y/n)’s lips. (Y/n) brightens a little at the kiss. “And I’ll think about it,” Natasha says, and (Y/n) brightens even more. 

Natasha and (Y/n)’s joined hands swing between them as they walk together down the sidewalk. 

“Get outta here you mangy animal!” a man yells, and an animal lets out a terrible, terrified screech. 

A streak of orange dark red streaks straight to the couple and scrambles up (Y/n)’s legs to quiver in their arms. 

(Y/n) stares down at the mackerel tabby as he buries his head in their chest. The cat whimpers, turning his head to stare at the man as he runs closer, a wooden spoon grasped in his hands. 

“What’s going on here?” Natasha asks, staring at the man with her Black Widow glare. The man stops in his tracks, lowering the spoon. 

“That creature,” the man jabs the spoon at the cat, but he falters when Natasha glares at him again. 

The cat mewls, burning his head into (Y/n)’s chest again. 

The man walks away, swinging his spoon by his side. 

“Nat,” (Y/n) murmurs, looking at the poor quivering kitten in their arms. 

Natasha reaches out a hand, and the kitten tentatively lifts his head, pressing his tiny nose to her hand. 

“You were wanting a cat,” Natasha replies and (Y/n) grins, smoothing down the cat’s fur. 

. . . 

“What do I call you?” (Y/n) asks, lying down in front of the sleeping cat. “Cream? Pepper -”

“Not Pepper,” Natasha comments from the kitchen table. “That’s too close to home.”

(Y/n) glances over at Natasha, flashing her a grin. “Butter? Blaze? Caramel? Cheddar? Ginger? Sunny? Mango? Maple? Leo?��� 

The mackerel tabby lifts his head, purring sleepily. 

“Leo?” (Y/n) asks. 

Leo reaches out, resting a paw atop (Y/n)’s hand. 

. . . 

“Liho and Leo the Lion,” Kate Bishop lies on the floor in front of Leo. 

(Y/n) looks up from their book. “Leo the Lion?” (Y/n) asks. 

“You know, like Earl of Sandwich?” Kate asks and (Y/n) laughs. 

“That is just how you named Lucky,” Yelena says, sitting across the table from her sister where they were playing cards and drinking beer. 

“How’d you decide on the name Fanny?” (Y/n) asks Yelena. 

“Ask your girlfriend,” Yelena replies. 

“Excuse me,” (Y/n) asks, putting up their book.

“One of my false identities was Fanny Longbottom,” Natasha replies, a blush darkening her pale cheeks. 

“You’re kidding?” (Y/n) asks, a laugh escaping their mouth. 

“Sadly,” Natasha replies. 

. . . 

“You know you can train a cat?” (Y/n) asks Natasha, looking up from the sleeping tabby in their lap. 

“You’re going to traumatize that poor cat,” Natasha tells (Y/n). 

“He loves me,” (Y/n) replies. “Don’t you, Leo.” Leo purrs softly in his sleep. “See,” (Y/n) says proudly, puffing out their chest. 

. . . 

“I think we need to take family photos,” (Y/n) says one day at bedtime. 

Natasha, who was half asleep, lets out a murmur of agreement. 

Liho and Leo look up from their position on the couch across from the bed, as though wondering what their redheaded mother knew what she’d just agreed to. 

. . . 

“I’m glad I agreed to this,” Natasha asks, flicking through the stack of professional photos they’d just picked up from the photography shop. 

“Look at our little happy family,” (Y/n) agrees, gazing at the photos. Liho was sitting in Natasha’s lap, her head resting atop Leo’s back. The orange tabby is sitting in (Y/n)’s lap, his head resting on (Y/n)’s knee. 

Word Count: 815 words

[stellamancer]

🍎🥝🍈🫐 <3

karmaaa thankoooo!!

Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

Mmmm. I want to say yes, but I also think 'if i like an idea enough or it just assaults me' so... technically no? I guess there are things I won't get ideas for so I won't write them.

What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Maybe... food as love? Something like that... Food is a reoccurring theme in my writing so... I think something like that would count.

Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

I'm trying to think of someone other than Gojo aaaaa. Maybe.... Deku. Yeah. I wouldn't say it shows up in my fics repeatedly, but I am an avid believer that Deku likes protein shakes and smoothies and carries protein bars as snacks... they are very efficient for him to have on hand... and fast...

What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

Underrated... I'm actually not all that sure. I've never actually thought of it in the sense of 'what's underrated' and more 'what's popular.' I also am running outta spoons... I think i wish there were more.... 100k+ slow burn fics? I actually haven't searched super hard for Gojo ones tbh but. I still need more LMAO.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Five: Shikibu

Alex emerged from Patricia's room to take her walk of pride.

There was no shame in late night satisfaction, after all. Slipping out of bed and into jean shorts, tying on a sarong, blowing the sleeping beauty a kiss and gently clicking the door shut were a sequence of events that came easily to Alex. Remaining under the covers with the hope of becoming the coveted little spoon? No thanks. (From ex-husband experience, she'd be assigned big spoon anyway).

A striped black-and-white vision of a burglar ripped straight from a cartoon appeared at the top of the stairs. Alex paused and raised an eyebrow.

"Caryl," she said in a shushed tone, marvelling at the audacity of her criminal colleague. "Get outta here, kid."

Thankfully, Caryl knew better than to cross the fiery, in-famed pirate. Patricia's home being burgled would take the shine away from Alex's visit! Regardless, she would bet on Patricia having a different visitor to light up her next night. As she should.

[rebelliousstories]

I’d Risk My Health

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Adelaide “Honey” Corbin

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Brief strong language, fluff, light angst

Word Count: 2,136

Part of the Young Love and Old Money Series

Chapter 7//Chapter 9

Main Masterlist: Here

Summary: Ah… A wonderful day at the mall. Where nothing can go wrong.

June 28th, 2010

“Yes, mother. I’m just going to the mall with some friends.” Adelaide sat in the family car, enduring a lecture from her aforementioned mother.

“You better. I will not have you running around with that poor boy. You’re about to be married anyways. We don’t need that scandal disrupting this union.” Kasey Corbin’s perfectly manicured finger pointed at her daughter. Her sisters sat next to her, snickering at her. Adelaide simply sat there as the mall came into view. She tried to quietly get out of the car, and not endure her family for another minute, however her sisters had a different idea. Adelaide was shoved back by Eleanor and had her hair tugged by Priscilla. She took a deep sigh, and left to go into the building.

“Now girls,” their mother addressed them, “we’ll meet back at the car no later than 4 o’clock sharp. One minute late and you’ll be left behind and have to find your own way home.” Adelaide felt her mother’s eyes burn into her head. They were dismissed, and Adelaide felt like she could finally breathe. She walked around with an iced coffee in hand; her own little treat while she was away from her family. The young girl walked into the alternative clothing store and found something to try on. The door to the changing room locked behind her, and she tried to make herself busy. The time was 10:05 AM. Now she waited. The skirt she tried on was adorable but her mother would never let her have it in the house. A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts, and a piece of paper dropped underneath her door.

Honey.

She breathed out a sigh of relief that she was holding in. He clothes were switched back to normal, and she rushed out of the changing room. When she was out, she barreled straight into a familiar chest.

“Hey, Honey.” The young man sighed out, glad to have her in his arms once again.

“Hi, Robby.” She breathed out, very similar to how he responded. He pressed a kiss to her head, and squeezed her tight.

“Ready to get started?” He asked, pulling away from the hug. Their hands linked together and they made their way out of the store.

“Let’s go get ice cream, please!” Adelaide said giddily. Robert chuckled at her excitement, but let himself be pulled towards the food court. He paid much to Adelaide’s protest, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

“So what’s been going on with you, Robby?” The young girl spooned another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into her mouth.

“Just been preparing for boot camp. Momma ain’t too happy but pa is. I’m nervous about this final year of school but I know I’ll make it through. What about you?” His rocky road cone was slowly disappearing.

“Well, I’ve got to be prepared for a wedding in a few months. Once I’m done with high school, and eighteen, I’m getting married. Honestly your life looks better than mine.” She states sadly. Her eyes downcast, and her smile nonexistent. Robert reached his hand across and held hers.

“I promise ya, Honey. Imma get you outta here one day.” His tone was filled with so much optimism that she no longer had.

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to, Robby.” Adelaide stated. Robert smiled sadly and brought her up to look at him.

“Come on. Let’s go get candy.” And with that, they left to go explore the mall. Their first stop was to the movie theater to get tickets to a showing of Marmaduke. They had about an hour before they needed to be back at the theater, so the next stop; candy. The bulk candy shop was near the theater and Adelaide was looking forward to getting candy. Her mother didn’t allow normal treats in her home, so getting these, very much like the coffee, was a treat.

“You gonna save some room for popcorn later in the movie, Honey?” Robert chuckled at her eagerness to grab all the gummies for herself. Coca Cola bottle gummies filled a bag on their own, while Adelaide was smiling up at him. He paid for her candy, and Adelaide was getting tired of fighting with him on this. They walked around for a while, snacking and window shopping in different stores.

Adelaide and Robert were in a store, just looking at video games, when she saw a group walk in front of the window. Her sisters, and her sisters’ friends traveled with copious amounts of bags in their hands. One of the girl’s eyes came to scan her environment and locked eyes with Adelaide; her eyes widened in size when she noticed the boy next to her. Oh no.

Her stomach dropped. She felt a cold rush push through her body. That same girl she was looking at turned towards one of her sisters and said something, who then proceeded to look over at her sister inside the video game store, with an evil grin. Adelaide went to grab Robert and pull him to a deeper part of the store.

“Addie!” A shrill voice rang out. The girl stopped, and prayed that her sister hadn’t seen her. But a hand on her shoulder dashed any hopes that she hadn’t seen them in this part of the store. She felt her whole body tense up, and prayed that her sister didn’t notice. Robert still held her hand, but was looking cautiously at the girl that held Adelaide in her grasps.

“So, Addie,” one of her sisters draped herself over her shoulders, “who is this handsome stud? Aren’t you going to introduce us like a good sister?” This was definitely Eleanor. Eleanor was super boy crazy, and never missed an opportunity to meet and play with new ones. It didn’t matter that she was marrying a rich socialite.

“He’s my friend, Eleanor. Don’t you have enough male attention?” Adelaide questioned, shrugging off her sister’s arm.

“You don’t have to be rude, Adelaide. We were just curious.” Priscilla chimed in. The youngest of the Corbin women turned to face her.

“His name is Robert and we’re leaving.” Adelaide quickly grabbed the boy’s hand and walked out of the store. Robert stayed silent as they walked to the other end on the mall, Adelaide desperately trying to get away from her sister’s. She stopped at the end, and let out a deep sigh. Her whole body was tense.

“One day. I just want one day that they don’t torment me.” Her tone was defeated. She looked down dejectedly; she wasn’t good at hiding her emotions in front of him. Robert walked over to her and pulled the girl into his arms. She gripped his broad shoulders tight and let out a shaky breath. He readjusted his grip and gently tried to get her to calm down. Her breath wasn’t picking up which was a good sign, but she was still incredibly tense.

“One day, Honey, we’re gonna get out of here. You ain’t never gonna have t’ face them if you don’t wanna. I’m gonna take you away from here.” Adelaide took in his words. She didn’t believe them with how things were looking for their lives, but maybe someday those promises would be made a reality.

“Now, you ready for the movie?” Robert pulled away from his companion, and pointed them to the movie theater that was behind them. Adelaide smiled and nodded. She eventually gave up protesting when Robert bought them concessions, plenty of popcorn and soda to last them for the movie. Adelaide tried to keep her mind on the movie but it kept drifting to her sisters. Were they going to tell their mother? She had worked so hard for well over a year to sneak Robert back into her life. There were several times that her mother almost caught on but she never fully caught them. All Adelaide was doing was trying to enjoy her last bits of freedom before she was married off to some snotty socialite that was only after her because of her parents' money. Robert’s hand brought her head to his shoulder and made her lay down during the previews. She smiled and hugged his arm closer to her body while they watched the film roll.

“All I’m saying is now, I want a Great Dane.” Adelaide commented as they exited the movie theater. Robert chuckled at the girl’s excited speech. As they left the film, all Adelaide could talk about was the fact that she wanted to have a Great Dane one day and train it to do tricks and have it do silly shenanigans like Marmaduke.

“Honey, you gotta train great Dane’s really well. That’s a really big dog.” He pulled out some of the candy they got earlier and popped some gummies into his mouth. Adelaide reached across and stole some gummies as well. She looked at her watch; they only had a couple more hours left together.

“Do you wanna go get some actual lunch, Robby?” She asked sweetly. Said boy smiled down at her as he stopped in front of her. She gazed at him, silently begging him to get some food.

“Are you gonna complain about me paying for you, if we go get food?” His smile was teasing as Adelaide looked away bashfully. His hands came up and moved her face back to his.

“Are you?” He asked one more time.

“No…” she said shyly. He released her and grabbed her hand, before dragging her away to the food court. They sat down with their food and enjoyed their day together. Neither one chose to acknowledge that this might be the last time they can have a day like this for a while. They laughed, joked, and smiled all the way through their meal. But once Adelaide’s watch beeped at 3:00 PM, they wrapped it up. They walked down to where her car would be pulling around in an hour and sat down in an area with some chairs nearby.

“You ain’t gonna forget about me while you’re away at boot camp right?” Adelaide quietly asked, playing with Robert’s hands.

“How could I forget about you, Honey?” This made her stop.

“I mean, my family seems to do a pretty good job at it.” Robert brought her into his chest.

“I can’t forget about you, Honey. Not even if I tried. You’ve been by my side forever. I ain’t gonna forget you ever cause I-” he paused, unsure about continuing. But Adelaide caught on. She pulled away and looked Robert in the eyes.

“What’s that, Robby?” She questioned, trying to encourage him to continue.

“Doesn’t matter.” He looked away, unable to continue to look her in the eyes. But the hand on his chin made sure that he couldn’t escape her eyes.

“Robby, what were you gonna say? Come on, it’s just me. You can tell me.” He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to get the words to come out, but nothing would release. Right as he was about to talk, Adelaide’s watch beeped, alerting them of 3:45 PM.

“Shit. I’ve gotta go Robby.” She stood up so quickly, she almost fell back down. Robert got up to stabilize her and was given a very fast hug, and kiss on the cheek. Before she ran away, Robert was able to tug her back and give her a longer hug, and her own kiss on the cheek.

“Robby,” she giggled as the boy tried to keep her with him, “I’ve gotta go. But write to me. I’ll talk to you later. Bye Robby!” And she ran away. Robert smiled sadly as she left. He plopped down onto the chair that he had occupied and watched the direction she left in.

“I love you, Honey.” He had to get back home now, but that didn’t stop him from wishing he wasn’t going home alone.

Meanwhile, Adelaide was trying to school her expression as she approached her family waiting outside the car. But something wasn’t right. Her sisters were already there, but the mischievous smiles on both of their faces made her heart fall into her stomach. The girls got in, and her mother was already waiting inside. They all sat down and buckled up before their mother turned to them; she looked directly at Adelaide.

“I thought I told you, you were never going to see that poor boy again.” In her hands was her phone, and pulled up was a picture from earlier that day where you could clearly make out Adelaide; next to her was the clear image of Robert. She felt the emotion well up inside her. Of course her sisters wouldn’t miss a moment to torment Adelaide.

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[about-faces]

I’m trying to compile a year-in-review post to commemorate the sheer glut of Two-Face content we got in 2022, the year of his 80th anniversary. Mainly, I want to celebrate the truly incredible stuff that’s been some of the most progressive, original, and exciting Harvey content I’ve seen in years!

Unfortunately there’s the rest of it, particularly three or four truly awful stories. And I’m finding I’m having a hard time writing about those. It’s draining, man. Especially with a specific pair of stories which straight-up depressed the fuck outta me. But I want to talk about them, if for no other reason than to point out why the good stuff is even more valuable by comparison!

I think going on Twitter recently has really made me scared of being negative about anything, between the sheer toxicity of negativity there and the ugly backlash that comes with criticizing popular stuff. It’s a big reason why I haven’t had the spoons to finish the TLH liveblogs or the Gilda retrospective, since both have reached points where it’s just not fun anymore. It’s just draining and depressing.

So I guess I gotta figure out the best way to acknowledge these bad stories and why they’re so bad before moving onto the good ones where I can be more effusive. Because again, they made me appreciate the existence of the good ones all the more!

I just wanna do SOMEthing about Harvey this year, since I never did get around to doing any of the commemorative projects I had planned. Hard for me to complain about DC not even acknowledging his anniversary if I can’t write anything for him myself, y’know?