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mappingthesky · 15 days

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Would you do us the honor of writing a driver pj one shot? 🥹

this has been a wip for like weeks now and somehow became a 1.7k monstrosity….enjoy <3

Jane wouldn’t do this for anyone else. But Nymphia really needed a night out.

She’d been extra stressed lately. Between her inability to say no to all things work-related, and the extra phone calls with her mother (who she loved, really, but was making her crazy), Nymphia had effectively stretched herself a little too thin. Jane had been amazing about it, because of course she had been, but there was only so much that their usual, loved-up weekends together could fix. Ever-eager when it came to Nymphia, Jane was willing to do whatever it took to get her out of her slump.

She’d still winced when Nymphia said she wanted a night out with her girlfriends. Jane didn’t really like most people to begin with, and bar-hopping with Nymphia’s friends sounded like her own personal hell. She was hoping she could get out of it, that she could spend the night at home binge-watching whatever reality tv show she was currently hooked on and wait for Nymphia’s ‘come n get me :::)’ text at the end of the night. But of course, Nymphia’s ideal night included Jane physically being there, and Nymphia got everything she wanted. They both knew that.

Drinking with Nymphia’s friends was dangerous. Morphine was fun, too fun, and usually had Jane regretting the last few rounds of shots the next morning. Dawn was a shit stirrer, but she was nothing like Amanda, who had a special talent for turning Jane into the worst version of herself. Jane couldn’t help but pick fights with her. It was all too easy, all too rewarding to see Amanda get red in the face and scrambling for something to spit back.

But Jane really didn’t want to ruin Nymphia’s night, and Nymphia could use a little looking after once she was drunk and uninhibited, so she’d found herself offering to be the designated driver for the evening. It would be better for everyone this way. Everyone except for Jane, who really needed a drink to deal with Dawn and Amanda’s shenanigans. Still, she would do it for Nymphia, because she knew how it was; Sometimes, a girl just needs her friends.

Even if Nymphia’s friends were the loudest, most obnoxious, messiest people Jane had ever met. Once drunk, Dawn became a track star. Where was she even running to? One minute Amanda was the drunk who danced on tabletops and earned death-glares from disgruntled bartenders. Approximately thirty minutes later she became the crying, sappy drunk who had to tell everyone how much she loved them. Nymphia was animatedly listening to every word for some reason Jane couldn’t fathom. They were at the third bar of the evening when Amanda started looking a little too lost behind the eyes for Jane’s liking, and she declared that the night was over for everyone. Getting everyone back to the car was a challenge in itself. Drunk Morphine was a huntress, and Jane was going to have to bleach her eyes after what she’d seen when she’d retrieved her from the death-grip of some guy in the back corner of the bar.

Drunk Nymphia was something else entirely. She was all smiles and starry eyes, cheeks lightly flushed with liquor, and completely incapable of keeping her hands to herself. It was making driving very difficult.

“You’re so pretty,” she slurred, the smile reaching all the way to her eyes, which sparkled with a devious, drunken gleam from the passenger seat. She started to reach for Jane’s face, the thin strap of her black mini dress sliding down her shoulder.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jane thrust the water bottle into her hands. “Drink this.”

Nymphia just grinned, eyes sparkling like clear liquor and staring at Jane like it was the first time she’d seen her, like they hadn’t been together all night. “Jane,” she cooed. “Jane, Jane, Jane.”

“Ugh.” You could hear the eyeroll in Amanda’s bleary scoff from the backseat. You could also hear the six drinks when she jeered, “Get a room.”

Jane had been so good all night, really. She deserved to let Amanda have it. “For the love of-” Jane started, but then Nymphia was cupping her face and reaming Amanda was gonna have to wait for a few seconds longer.

“No, you guys are sooooo cute,” Dawn drawled, eyes half-shut. “Aren’t they so cute?” Amanda stuck her tongue out, petulant and disgusted.

Nymphia leaned in to pepper messy kisses to Jane’s cheek, her fingers dancing at Jane’s jawbone and at the side of her neck, threatening to tear her gaze from the road.

Jane reached to turn the music up, then swatted at Nymphia’s thigh, and in a lower, private voice hissed “behave yourself.” Nymphia giggled and slumped back into her seat, drunk and a little too aware of her disinhibition. Amanda had started on some nonsense tangent about how Nymphia is all too cute for Jane, and crashing the car was starting to feel like a viable option.

“Jane. If I say you’re cute, can I DJ?” Morphine said coyly, false lashes fluttering in Jane’s rearview mirror. Her face was fully intact aside from her lipstick, which someone had effectively marred.

“No.” Jane and Amanda said in unison. Morphine wailed.

Jane had already started her argument, my car, my music, but then she glanced over and found Nymphia pouting. It was so fucking rude. She was deliciously messy; eyeliner slightly smudged beneath her lower lashes, her hair a bit mussed, her lipstick long since faded into a whisper of red. The world raced by in the window behind her, hair whipping around her face. She was sort of devastating to look at. She looked at Jane with that look that said please?, the one that Jane was so powerless against, and then she was groaning and handing her phone off to Morphine.

“You're so nice,” Nymphia cooed, her words loose at the edges. She reached out from the passenger's seat, her hand curving around the nape of Jane’s neck. All Jane could do was scoff and grip the steering wheel. Nymphia’s fingers found her hair, twirling long, dirty blonde strands around her fingertips, casting little spells that would ensure Jane would be hers forever. As if she needed to.

Nymphia praised Jane for her begrudging kindness in a drunken, completely overkill sort of way. Somehow it still felt like she meant it. Nymphia trailed a finger down Jane’s neck, asking silly questions that didn’t need answering: “Why’re you so nice to me?”

“You’re literally so brainwashed. Are you fucking kidding. Nymphia, she is not ni-,” Amandra started, her words bleeding together, but was immediately cut off by the turn of Nymphia’s head, her eyes suddenly sharp and squinted in a death glare. The song changed abruptly, a thumping beat filling the car. Dawn screamed.

“Ohmygod, NO,” she lunged across Amanda to swipe at Morphine's phone. “Not this fucking song. Morphine, I’m so triggered right now. You know I can’t listen to this song.”

Morphine cackled, Amanda sputtered nonsense and the song kept pausing and playing and pausing again. Jane gritted her teeth, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Nymphia’s hand on her thigh was two things at once - a distraction, and an I know.

“You’re an angel,” Nymphia nipped at her ear, and Jane could hear her smiling. “You’re a total fucking angel.” It was enough to convince Jane to make it through this drive alive, if only to do something about the way Nymphia was absolutely torturing her.

Jane ripped into the parking lot of Dawn and Amanda’s apartment complex, and not a second too soon. Amanda offered some almost incoherent goodbye to Nymphia and a pat on Jane’s shoulder that proved just how out of her mind she was. She stumbled out of the car, Dawn trotting alongside, her voice echoing across the parking lot, “I need to fucking yak.”

Jane gave Morphine a desperate look. “Do I need to call an ambulance? Be honest.”

Morphine shook her head and swore to look after them, a little more capable of handling her liquor than anyone here, and gave Jane and Nymphia one loud, dramatic smooch on the cheek each. “Okay, love you guys!” Morphine chirped, “Jane, get her home safe! You bitch!”

The back door slammed shut and the car was finally quiet, and Jane released a sigh she’d been holding for the last few hours. “Holy fuck.”

“I know,” Nymphia’s voice was lilted with playful pity. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Holy fuck. Amanda. She’s so-”

“She’s just jealous,” Nymphia tucked a strand of blonde behind Jane’s ear. “I would be too.”

Jane shook her head, “Nymph, I love you,” she looked over. “But never again.”

Nymphia nodded, eyes soft and filled with wonder. “Never again, promise.”

Jane shut her eyes and let her head flop back, groaning. She could feel Nymphia scooching closer, then leaning her head on Jane’s shoulder. Nymphia was wearing the perfume she wore out on nights like this, musky and mouth-watering. It brought back a flood of memories - the long flick of Nymphia’s hair when she’d turned and saw Jane for the first time. Jane’s hands on either side of Nymphia’s head,

“Your little teasing act didn’t help either,” Jane said after a long moment, eyes still closed, remembering. “Do you have a death wish? What was that?”

Nymphia hummed, fingers sliding over Jane’s hand. “I missed you,” she said, all too innocently.

Jane scoffed. “I’ve been with you all night, Nymph.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Nymphia said, pulling away. Jane could let herself look at her now; Nymphia in all her drunken glory. Touchy, needy, giggling, endlessly sensuous Nymphia, eyes full of far-off stars and lips flashing that smile that made Jane seriously think about fucking her right here in the parking lot.

“You missed me too,” Nymphia let her eyes linger on Jane’s lips, knowing exactly what she was doing when she looked up again, tongue at the corner of her mouth and teeth just barely flashing. “Didn’t you?”

Jane didn’t need to answer that question. She looked at Nymphia, finally right where she needed her to be, finally all hers, and knew she’d been good enough for one night. Now, she was going to get Nymphia back for all of it - for hypnotizing her so irreversibly, for knowing it so thoroughly, for making such a fool of her, for making Jane love it so much.

“I’m going to take you home now,” Jane said. “Okay?”

One corner of Nymphia’s mouth pulled into a smile, knowing what was going to happen next. Knowing the last missing piece of her perfect night was about to fall into place - the part where she fell into bed with Jane at the end of it all.

“Okay.”

#there are some bulky sentences in this one but i have been looking at it for too long to care #drunk nymphia is so cute to me i love her #and dd jane is so begrudging. we love her too #she writes #prompt #planymphia

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grape-writes · 5 months

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Adjusting to Frustrating Realities

A/N: Ah!!! I'm not as happy with how this pne turned out as i was the first chapter, but it's kind of a filler chapter, sorry

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Warnings: Ocean content, there's a chase scene, cursing. [To be added to]

[Day 12]

Yvette was beginning to hate the previous squads with a burning passion. Not only did they leave the place a god's damn mess, but they locked just about every door. Even the door to the reactor! Why would you lock the door to the main power source in the entire base!!!

It took her a full week of scavenging through messy rooms, forcing doors open with a crowbar she found in the storage room, just to find the key to the reactor and laboratory. Only to then realize she could have just pried the door open with said crowbar in the first place.

Speaking of, they left their rooms horribly kept, furniture tossed around, scattered clothes out of their drawers. They were in a hurry and did not care how they left the place. At least the kitchen and the bathrooms were clean, mostly; the messiest was mirrors that had been left open and items within the cabinets tossed about as they searched for supplies.

And don’t get her started on their lack of care when setting up the underwater cameras connected to the base.

Not only were those flimsily installed (and she's not even a mechanic, it's just obvious), but they were exposed! On an alien planet with obviously sentient, and clearly very intelligent, life! That’s just asking for them to be tampered with! And they were! Several times! At least, according to the various files Yvette was able to download from the terminal and uploaded onto one of the data pads.

Well, 'pad' was a stretch; it was a band that wrapped around the forearm and locked in place with a latch. FazTech had made it usable regardless of dominant arm, with the screen on the center turning depending on how you set it up. There were no buttons attached to the outer edge of the device, it was purely a touch pad; this made it easy to wear on either arm, but it was still a loss for when the thing inevitably doesn’t turn on by touching it.

And goodness did the previous squads leave dozens upon dozens of files to sift through.

Most of the camera feed had been tampered with; an animal hitting one offline (both purposeful and accidental), and by someone… deleting the files. The records connected to various files show a, 'David Miller' as the one responsible. It seemed he quickly deleted as much camera feed as he could about the same time they received the distress signal.

That name again… something about it made her stomach churn.

The other files were field work from the marine biologist and engineers; loose photos of the strange creatures that inhabited the planet, broken equipment, the other members of the squads interacting with various marine life, weird plants. There were even a few photos of Sun sprinkled in, often physically interacting with the members; it kind of reminded her of those photos of sharks cuddling with divers.

There were even photos of Sun playing with... children. Two of them, a dark-haired little girl with the brightest green eyes and a dark-haired girl with pigtails and blue eyes; the files only named one, Charlotte, but never specified which one that was. There weren’t many photos, mostly of an adult monitoring Sun as he interacted with the two, a few of the images came with notes from the photographer about how the playdates went.

And hey, Sun scored well in the eyes of the adults, good for him.

What weren't photos were text files of information the group had gathered from their time in the area. Most of it was firsthand accounts of experiences and how they survived. Often it was an experiment, testing what could and could not be eaten or touched safely. Though the most concerning part was the various members of the squads getting a strange skin itch. The files on it were... hauntingly deleted.

The text files provided a great deal of help when she would eventually have to leave the base to get food or supplies.

Plus, it also informed her that Sun was venomous. Apparently one of the members, the navigator, had accidentally startled the Mer. They ended up pricking their hand on one of his spines, one along his back (that he apparently had?), and whatever was in the venom made them… euphoric? Giggling at everything, running around in sudden bursts of energy.

Whatever it was, had made Sun so startled, he disappeared for a week and returned with a shell as an apology; he refused to elaborate and avoided the navigator if he could. Poor bud.

A part of Yvette was glad they documented almost everything around them, but she was mostly annoyed at the sheer magnitude of what she had to look through. At the very least they organized everything into folders she could just press on at the top of the data pads screen.

A surprising find amongst the scores of files, was in the same folder Sun was in, multiple other Mer listed right alongside the bright yellow Merman. Siren? It seemed not even the previous squads knew what to call them, simply titling the folder ‘mermaids’ and calling it a day.

The most notable of the other Mer, was a deep blue beast of a creature, with lighter coloring around half their face and torso. They were lankier than Sun, tail ending with a fin reminiscent of a shark's tailfin, and clearly nocturnal. Their eyes were often dark pools with a red pinprick for a pupil, though on rare occasions they caught them as pure red with a white pupil instead.

On the back of its head appeared to be a lure-like appendage that ended in a bulb, it was speckled with bioluminescent dots, as was their tail. When it was photographed from a distance, it was often in some underwater cavern, where the Mer glew beautifully in the dark. Though other photos didn’t include this glow, which could mean they had a level of control over their bioluminescence.

Yvette had seen this Mer before, stalking her outside of her window at night. They weren’t very brightly lit, glow toned down to a simmer; possibly as to not startle her further than they had... Wait, no. They were trying to scare her regardless, especially considering their cackling and grin.

Regardless, most of the photos of this Mer were either partial pictures, blurry, or photos taken with the flash to catch the poor thing off guard. There weren’t many photos, but the ones they had in the files were mostly dark, with only two or three where flash was used to capture the Mer’s image.

Within the text files, there were a few encounters with the Mer, dubbed ‘Moon’ by the captain's right-hand man, mostly involving said right-hand man. Apparently, the Mer would stalk the windows at night, specifically the one that became Yvette’s room, and he wouldn’t leave until either a curtain was closed or the person within went to bed.

There was only one other Mer in the folder, no photos and only one encounter, and by the physical description, this one was bigger than the other two. One of the squad members had gone too deep into an underwater cave and the beast jumped at them. The account was vague, something about a haunting song in the dark and flickering lights; then they were being pulled up into the base by a confused engineer and concerned medic. The file was partially scrubbed and didn’t provide much of a description beyond ‘big’ and ‘toothy’.

Most of the files related to this other Mer had been scrubbed, with a note on the folder that it had been ‘deleted by admin’. Which was honestly bizarre coming from a place like this, where no FazTech higher ups would dare step foot.

Looking through files was... exhausting.

The door to the docking bay opening broke Yvette from her mental debate on what she should focus on first, followed by a familiar chirp. Sun had opened the door, again. He'd realized she would get up to investigate when the door would loudly slide open and would do it occasionally when she hadn’t seen him that day yet.

Or even when he had, but he decided she was spending too much time inside.

This instance was a case of the former, she’d ended up spending all morning going through files in the lounge, casually laying against the couch as she ate a ration bar. And clearly the yellow Mer was feeling left out, must’ve been waiting by the entrance of the cave for her to swim down.

With a lazy huff, Yvette pushed herself off the couch and hurried towards the docking bay. She was suddenly glad she’d put on most of her gear before she decided to go through file after file, so all she had to do was slip the flippers onto her feet and mask over her face.

Sun was where she thought he’d be, claws nervously tapping at the metal platform as he waited for her to arrive and pay attention to him. At least, that was what she could only assume he did this for, attention. He was like a dog at times, a gold retriever in fish form. She was far too endeared to really be annoyed for very long.

The sound of her walking along the metal platform, flippers in hand, made Sun perk up. His chirp of greeting as loud as he could make it, “Shooting Star!!”

With a lighthearted eye roll, she sat onto the platform to fix her flippers onto her feet, form well within arm's reach for the much larger Sun, “Sunny, mornin’.”

The Mer watched her slip the fins on with an awed look, “What... were you doing? Been here all morning.”

Yvette softly groaned, adjusting the mask tighter onto her face, “Looking through what they left me.”

“Bad?” Sun offered both the word and his hand to help her into the water, which she happily took.

“...No, just... incomplete. Someone removed some of it before they left.” Yvette scowled as the water consumed her form. The water was becoming less and less... tingly every time she entered it. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but it felt less uncomfortable to swim in.

Yvette wasn’t worried about not being able to hear Sun under the water; her mask was equipped with ear coverings that could (somehow) detect sounds beneath the waves. That, and there was a little speaker to allow Sun to hear her. These were typically used by groups of divers to communicate with each other back on Earth, but it’d do here.

The corners of Suns mouth shifted downwards into a frown, opening briefly to reveal his teeth before he spoke, “That... does not sound like them... most of them...”

“It was done by a man named David apparently, or his profile was used to clear everything.” Yvette offered as they slipped out of the cave and into the open water, schools of fish scattering when they swam into them.

Sun’s nose crinkled at the name. “Dave? Is that what... they called?”

“Yes, Dave is a nickname for David.” Yvette confirmed, sighing, “Sounds like a real piece of work, if you ask me.”

The two slipped down into the ravine, idly swimming amongst the brightly colored plants and scattering fish. Yvette didn’t really have much of a goal for the day, maybe trying to fix some of the cameras, but most of that was out of her expertise. This conversation was good for stalling until she had to work on fixing the mess left for her.

“Dave... was not nice.” Sun confirmed, gliding in the water over Yvette to direct their path ahead, “Said... mean things to me and the guppies. Big-one's never... believed us when we told them.”

“Weird... But not surprising. Adults tend to disregard things kids say a lot of the time, especially when they say an adult is acting weird.” Yvette began to ramble, tapping at her data pads screen with a huff, “because oh, ‘what do kids know’ and ‘they could be lying’. Morons.”

Suns bubble of laughter at Yvette’s mockery of the adults she was upset with broke her from her anger. It was light, backed by a chirping sound, and it was loud on her ears; fitting for a colorful, friendly, being such as himself. It made the fire in her chest simmer into a comforting warmth.

“Silly.” Was Suns only response to her rant, flicking a claw at her mask. It bounced off the protected layer, much to his disappointment.

It seemed Sun liked being able to poke at her skin; the number of times he’d play with Yvette’s bare hands or poke and prod at her face when she’d remove her mask, was already more than she could count. The previous squads probably didn’t let him get this close often, safety concerns; that or he was just endlessly fascinated by humans. Or maybe he was just physically affectionate, like a dog?

Gah, she should really stop comparing him to a dog.

With an amused eye roll, Yvette swam ahead to match his stride, “I’m silly, or the adults are? Wait, I am an adult. Fu- ahem, Frick.”

Sun’s grin widened, and his laughter can be heard in his voice as he spoke, “You! Silly words!”

“What? You mean me doing the ‘dumb adult voice’?” Yvette did the voice for affect, chuckling to herself at it. Or maybe Suns laughter was just contagious.

“Yes!! Did not know... you could do that to!” Sun chittered with his teeth.

“To? You can change your voice then? That’s cool!” Yvette turned with the curve of the ravine, running a gloved hand along the rock. “Some people do it to entertain or mess with people.”

“Yes! Most of... us? Can! Used to catch prey!” Sun beamed at the praise.

“Oooh, that makes more sense. Some birds back home can mimic sounds, not for hunting, I think, but it's really cool.”

Just ahead of them was one of the cameras, its lenses tilted downwards, and various wires ripped open and the rock above it was clawed at. Another one some creature broke intentionally, it seemed. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to come out and try to fix one of them, annoyed that her method of monitoring the area was taken from her.

Though approaching said cameras afterwards was always nerve-wracking, especially when there were clear signs whatever had attacked the camera was doing it intentionally. Something wanted her attention, probably to kill her, and it was intelligent enough to understand what destroying the cameras does.

And judging by the claw marks, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what it was.

Sun frowned at the sight of the destroyed device, chirping something to himself, “Ah... again?”

Yvette sighed, tugging at a tool on her belt, she began fixing the destroyed wires, “Yeah... something out here is really out to get me, huh?”

Yvette could see Sun in her peripheral, frowning as he scanned the water and kelp around them. It was smart of him to keep an eye out for dangerous creatures in the water when something was clearly trying to get her, especially when she was joking about it. Plus, he most likely knew the area far better than she did and would know if something dangerous was nearby.

The previous squads' files were rather extensive about flora and fauna in the area, but she hadn’t yet read everything. Granted she was more focused on information about the obviously intelligent mermaid (merman? Siren??? What did she refer to Sun as??) that could easily open the docking bay.

It was fortunate that he was both friendly and nervous about harming her; constantly pulling her hands away from his spikes or spines, careful not to accidentally nick her skin with his claws. She noticed that he’d even try to corral her away from areas that seemed innocuous enough, only to learn something was dangerous about the environment.

This almost happened with one of the caves along the edge of the ravine; she was just exploring, and Sun pulled her up suddenly from her position by one of the caves in the ravine. But before she could yell at him, a snake-like creature struck at where she had been floating previously. The thing must’ve been twice her size, scaled with sharpened teeth that gnawed at the open water.

Sun had tried to tell her what it was called, but she decided to just call it an ocean adder for now. It vaguely reminded her of an ambush snake back on earth that would hide in the sand and strike when prey got close enough. She just hoped it didn’t have the same deadly venom.

It took longer than she would’ve liked to reattach the wires, nearly zapping herself a few times in the process. Once it was finished, she set to setting the camera back to its natural position, as well as briefly checking its connection to her data pad. This took a few moments of silence and loading screens.

“See anything?” Yvette offered after confirming it was connected, glancing at Sun. She was both curious, and anxious about the answer.

Sun seemed to get more and more anxious as time went on. He was rubbing his webbing on one hand with the other, tail flicking under him. His eyes darted amongst the foliage behind her, pupils slitted and small.

Sun made a grumble, clawed hand slowly resting onto into her arm, gaining a tight grip against her gloved arm. His voice came out quiet, barely above a whisper, “...yes.”

A turn back provided him correct, eyes glared at the two of them from the cover of the flora in the area, red and malicious. Yve couldn’t tell with the distance, but whatever it was couldn’t have been much smaller than Sun in size. And there were multiple of them, all watching from the shadows.

Ah, shit.

A lot of creatures here seemed to have red eyes, often the more dangerous ones. It was like a black widow spider with her red hourglass mark or those brightly colored frogs. A sign of danger. This thought wasn’t comforting, considering Sun had red frills all over, but at least his eyes were a calm blue.

At least he didn’t seem to want to kill her.

Yvette slowly put her tools back onto her belt, lowering her own voice to a whisper, “We go?”

Sun merely nodded, hands latching onto her shoulders to push her further along the rock. His grip turned into a full carry as the sounds of other creatures came from behind them, pulling the two quickly down into the ravine to slip between the foliage and rock formations.

Instinctively, Yvette curled around Sun as they swam off, twisting in his hold to latch her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. Not the hold she would’ve gone for, but there wasn’t really any time for anything else. It at least made it easier on Sun to carry her with her latched on like a koala.

From her new position, she could almost see the beasts following them; flashes of a deep red paired with lighter shades of red frills and fins and pitch-black scales following after their intended prey with such malicious intent it made her skin crawl.

Suns frills made it difficult to really get a good look at whatever they were, just that they felt... out of place in the rest of the brightly colored fauna around the base. Of all the creatures Yvette had seen so far (that had red) most of them had the coloration as frills or accents, not a primary coloration. But these beasts were almost fully red, with black being their main accent color.

It almost reminded her of deep-sea fish back home; having heard that many of them were red in color to blend into the darkness of the water. She'd heard that red was the first color to disappear completely while underwater.

Had something from below decided to venture to the surface?

Sun made a sharp turn into a cave as they rounded a corner within the ravine, swimming them deeper inside encase the beasts following them continued their chase into it. After a moment of them catching their breaths, flashes of red darted past the cave entrance at such a fast speed Yvette couldn’t even tell what the creature's silhouette was, much less if it was a Mer like sun.

Sun glared at the cave entrance for a while, waiting to see if it was a trick, and the beasts were just outside. His fury presented itself as the spikes along his head slicking back against his scalp, twitching and flickering as he growled.

Yvette hadn’t seen Sun this upset before; sure, he’d growled at things when they got too close for comfort, but never this bad. It was a deep rumble so close to her ear from her position clinging onto him, it almost made her want to shiver in fear at the proximity.

Yvette had to crane her neck to watch the entrance of the cave they were tucked into; tall stalks of kelp set just outside of it, acting as an almost curtain for them. There didn’t seem to be any sign of their stalkers against the gently sway of the plants and the bobbing of the fish that passed the cave entrance.

It was only then, that Yvette let out a sigh of relief, muscles relaxing in Suns hold. When she did break their tense silence, it was barely above a whisper, “Safe?”

Sun flinched at the sudden noise, slitted eyes darting down to make eye contact with her, his muscles also relaxed. His own voice a bit louder than hers, but still a whisper, “Should be... but careful.”

Yvette nodded slowly, pulling herself off Sun, “Got it. Let's go.”

Sun helped her stabilize in the water, taking her by the hand to lead them back out of the cave and into the rest of the ravine. There didn’t seem to be any sign of their pursuers, not even a red fin poking through the kelp. Just small fish darting to and from and the occasional predator snapping at the easy prey all around them.

It was a tense peace, but a tense peace was far preferable to the adrenaline rush that accompanied a chase.

It didn’t take long for them to return to the camera, untouched and still repaired as they’d left it. A quick glance around proved that they were almost completely alone amongst the kelp and other plant life in the area. Honestly, the previous squads should have realized this was a poor spot to leave a camera, especially one so exposed on the rock.

“Next time, I'm gonna just let the camera over here stay dead.” She muttered to herself, narrowing her gaze back to where they’d spotted their stalkers prior.

Empty.

Sun hummed along with her words but said nothing in response. Instead, he led them back the way they came along the edge of the ravine, cautious as they went. The water was still bright in the light of day, so they weren’t swimming back in the dark.

Thankfully days on this planet were longer than they were on earth, as the planet was far larger than earth was. This completely threw off Yvettes sleeping schedule, often waking up to darkness outside or falling asleep while it was still bright out. It was one of the many things that changed how she went about things on the planet's surface.

Gravity was stronger, meaning she had to put more effort into lifting things that would be easy to carry back home. The waters pressure was stronger, so she’d have to be careful going deeper, and take breaks more when traveling back up; wouldn’t want to get decompression sickness while all the way out here by herself. She wasn’t sure if the medbay had anything to even help with that, or what she could even do to help with it.

Yvette was a reef diver for god's sake! Not a deep-water diver!

While the vehicles in the base could help with that, acting as a decompression chamber, she wasn’t even sure if any of them worked anyway. Many spots where there should have been a vehicle were empty, meaning the previous teams likely took them to run off. That wasn’t the issue, of course, the real issue was whether or not they took the fuel with them from the remaining vehicles.

Because of course they would take the fuel, they weren’t totally incompetent.

Morons.

Yvette almost missed the cave entrance to the base, had Sun not stopped her, pulling her along by the arm. Entering the number code to open the door and letting it pull open, she pushed herself onto the platform with a huff, falling onto her back.

“Fuck, man.” she breathed, hands pulling her mask off her face to toss it somewhere by the stone platform, “We just out ra- swam a couple murderous fish.”

Sun chittered out a quiet laugh, pushing himself top sick next to her, “We did. You did very well.”

“I clung to you like a child, Sun.” Yvette turned her head to stare up at him, hand limply tugging at her braided hair to remove the band, “I hardly did anything.”

“And we... escaped! Very fast!” Sun chirped, falling into his back to lay next to Yvette properly, “I swim better than you, you did the smart thing.”

“You’re doing it again.” Yvette said with a deadpan, though endearment underlined her tone.

“Doing what?” Sun asked, tone carrying genuine confusion.

“Complimenting me when I say I did something bad.” Yvette couldn’t hold the deadpan, a teasing smile forming along her lips, “Might think you’re attached to me already.”

Sun’s face shifted from confusion to a teasing grin of his own, “Well... maybe I am! What are you going to do about it?”

“I... did not plan that far ahead.” Yvette admitted, cheeks dusting with pink, laughter bubbling in her chest.

It seemed her laughter was contagious, as Sun began laughing too. The sound of it startled her, and she couldn’t help but stare at him. He’d lifted a clawed hand to cover his mouth, eyes shut.

...Maybe being stuck on this planet wasn’t so bad.

“Hey, it wasn’t that funny!”

“It was!”

#Become One with the Sea of Stars #fnaf au #fnaf fic #fnaf oc #fnaf dca #Yvette North #Eden Writes #i dont have much else to add NFEIFIE #kinda rushed the end and did not have anyone beta read this for me #so... sorry!

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Hi I came by to drop off this thought:

Drummer!kiba who has long hair, and loose cut-out tank tops that show off his pierced nipples, bulging biceps and patchwork tattoo'd chest. But also yes his leather jacket, rings that cover all his fingers, and the chains around his neck.

♡

ahdjshsjshhs PLEASEEEE!!

i just know he goes crazy on the drums; literally pours all of his frustrations and emotions into them. he's often times forgetful and super scatterbrained but he really focuses whenever he's playing, nearly becomes another person as he zones out of his usual personality.

and whenever he's in the zone, his brow gets furrowed, and his hair gets all messy and unruly; sticking to his forehead because of the coat of sweat there. a cig dangles at the corner of his mouth, he's literally smoking them one after the other or is constantly high.

always wears a tired, crooked smile. is super social and has a booming sort of laughter, however his temper is short and he definitely gets agitated super easily and turns aggressive even quicker. others have to hold him back from getting into a fight. he can get tiring to handle. problematic almost whenever he's provoked.

he's the life of the party and can never get enough of the thrill. can sadly get addicted to a lifestyle like that. his signature is the messiest. he never lets anyone wear his leather jacket, it's like the damn thing is his holy grail. rarely respond to texts because he's got other things on his mind, but will hit you with a classic "wyd?" at 2 in the morning if he feels like it.

he fucks you with no respect and definitely has a thing for the groupies because they really pump up his ego. is insanely good with his hands but is selfish when it comes to using them. will fuck you against the wall and make you say his name. loves getting rough, sloppy bjs and manhandling girls but rarely lets them spend the night in his hotel room after he's done.

he plays until his hands hurt and his fingers are threatening to bleed. sometimes he literally cannot stop playing; you can hear him into the late hours of the night. he tells it how it is and grows bored of people rather quick, the only exception are his ride or die friends which he remains loyal to until the very end. is extremely self-absorbed and can get sort of toxic, but people always tend to fall for the rugged appeal for whatever reason. he's crude charm at its finest. you cannot fix him.

most people love him, even if he hates himself.

but he'll never tell you that, of course.

#i'm so sorry i got really excited over this ask #i'm kicking my feet in the air cos i've missed thirsting for kiba so much!!!!#he's just so >>>>>

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giraffefeather · 5 months

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Back on my astrology bullshit.

Thoughts on the signs as a Pisces sun, Gemini Moon, Aquarius Rising.

(Based only on my personal experiences)

Capricorn - y'all are too smart for me, and not in a complimentary way. I am constantly manipulated by Caps. Which is a shame because they always have the most interesting conversations. Until it suddenly turns to gaslighting.

Aquarius - my absolute favorite people! I could hang with Aquas all day everyday because there's never any pressure. And conversation is so easy! Y'all get a lot of crap for only talking about conspiracies and cryptids, which I am here for btw, but every topic is an interesting one with Aquas.

Pisces - love a Pisces at first glance, but seriously... are you always in love? There's more to life than romance. You can have friends that aren't also romantic partners, ya know.

Aries - for being the "angry" sign, y'all are so goofy in the best way. Every Aries I meet has me ugly laughing at 2am over a single nonsense word.

Taurus - love/hate y'all. How can one person be simultaneously so easy-going and so bossy at the same time? Quick word of advice: running errands together is not the only way to hang out with friends.

Gemini - literally the sweetest people in my life, always concerned about doing or saying the wrong thing. Y'all need to be protected at all costs. Literal cinnamon buns.

Cancer - idk if all the cancers I've met are just fighting so hard against the caring stereotype, but I always end up in some kind of contract with them. Like the friendship is based solely on trading favors, but somehow it works? I know I can count on y'all, but I also expect to be in your debt afterwards.

Leo - how are you all so talented always?? Like the kings and queens of the arts: singing, drawing, acting, playing an instrument... and always doing it so well! And so oblivious to your own skills! Ugh, perfectly humble beings.

Virgo - always have one little thing they're anal about, but only one. Every Virgo I've met has the messiest spaces, socks on the floor, trash in the corner... but if the sink has a single dish in it, they freak. Also always wants to talk about money? I'm so sorry, I do not care how much Adam Sandler is worth, can we just enjoy his goofy movie?

Libra - the literal embodiment of attraction. How, how, how, is every Libra the most alluring person on Earth? And like, some are drop-dead gorgeous and others are very plain, but they're still so attractive? How?? I will fall in love if you're a Libra.

Scorpio - the chillest people to hang with. Always seem to be alternative in some way, but not pretentious about it. And somehow we always end up trauma-dumping on each other. I love you Scorpios.

Sagittarius - the easiest people to stay friends with. We could not talk for years, and they'll send me a text like we just talked yesterday. Also the source of all my gossip, y'all really know everything about everyone and I am here for the tea. Which is usually spilled on an impromptu hike, despite every Sag I know claiming they hate exercise.

#astrology

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ambivalence-and-torpor · 10 months

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Commitment issues 6, 18, 40, 48, 66 and 73

6 - Who cleans the most? Contrary to that, who is the messiest? I think Ialvah and Elraik are definitely on the cleanlier side, and while I can't see Salhus as a gross slob, I can imagine that he might leave dirty clothes laying about occasionally, so that would make him the messiest? Hard to say.

18 - Do they ever go swimming together? SEE HERE

40 - Thoughts on kids? That's gonna have to be a pretty hard NO for now! And maybe they'd never keep kids in their lives, who knows, but for now they have plenty of other things they all want to focus on and achieve, and I get the sense that neither of them are really good with kids.

Though I will say that Elraik would be nice to kids, even if they'd kinda hate themself for it...

48 - What was their most memorable date? The one date where they all subconsciously realized that they were indeed dating, I think. That time when they all kissed for the first time. I suspect none of them's gonna ever forget that moment when the lines suddenly got blurry and things became complicated. Ultimately it's gonna turn out well, but getting there is a bit of hell.

66 - Do either of them have a crazy ex? I mean... does crazy ex count for one night stands? Because if not, then I don't think any of them have one. None of them have been in a serious relationship so far, I think.

If one night stands do count, then all three of them definitely have some people who got overly attached and weird with it, that's for sure.

73 - What do they usually text about? Naughty stuff. Most of it is that. They are all very H worded.

#yaebloom #Commitment Issues #Elraik #Salhus #Ialvah #Fantroll #OC #ask #Guest #goldenguillotines #ask meme #otp questions #meme

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 11 months

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It's July, which means I'm doing CampNaNo again! Usually, I use this month to write until my brain breaks, but this time, I'm revising my YOI fanfic "Did My Heart Love 'til Now", which is the second instalment of my ADTLTBA-verse. This story is the sequel to my novelisation "Can You Hear My Heartbeat" - yes, right, the story I stopped posting some months ago because I got the feeling it was not good enough for AO3 and so I decided to work with beta-readers to improve it before I try again.

In DMHLTN, Yuuri already lives in St. Petersburg together with Viktor. The story covers the rest of the figure skating season Yuri!!! takes place in. So far, this revision has been one of the most tedious revisions I've ever done and I hope that this writing challenge will motivate me to push through the messiest parts and make me love this story as much as I love it when I wrote it.

I fought hard to not lose my love for writing completely and to not give up my passion. Earlier this year, after finishing the drafts of three smaller YOI projects, I was able to regain a bit of this love, but this love is still fragile and I'm afraid to lose it again if this project turns out as a bigger mess than I remembered. So, this month won't be about more than muddling through the revision from hell alone, but about getting my love for writing back a bit more and as a result, creating something I can be proud of.

If you're doing CampNaNo, too, and want to be writing buddies, feel free to add me! (Don't let my word count put you off! To monitor my progress I count the words of edited text, that's why it looks so big.)

#writing #camp nano july 2023 #camp nanowrimo #camp nano 2023 #yuri on ice #fanfiction #yoi fic #ADTLTBAverse

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bietrofastimoff23 · 2 years

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Prongsfoot Week #6

DAY 6 - Questions for this Ship? (Link to Questions for Ship I found)

Who cooks? James.

Who’s the messiest? During the Hogwarts years, James. The cleanest? In the years after Hogwarts, too, James.

Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown? definitely Sirius.

Living space has a leak! Who fixes it? I think they will both try to do this, but in the end they will have to call a specialist.

Who buys the groceries? both.

Going out to eat: Who pays? mostly James. Who orders the most food? Sirius. And who has dessert? Sirius.

Would they go to the beach? Yes.

Who knows how to swim? Both. Who doesn’t? No one.

Is someone multilingual? Sirius. Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go? I think Sirius would constantly compliment James in another language, but he did it with a strange intonation, refusing to translate to James. james started learning the language on principle in order to understand what his boyfriend was talking about. but in other cases, Sirius is always ready to help James with the translation of any word or text.

Any pets? Or plants? cacti are the only ones who have a chance to survive.

Baths or showers? mostly a shower. Together or separate? if they have nowhere to hurry, then together. Any bubbles or bubble fights? when they are most playful.

Can they stand silence? yes, if it's not silence after a quarrel. then they feel uncomfortable and they want to settle the conflict faster. Who talks the most? James. I think he is verbose by himself due to his temperament and can talk literally about anything. Who talks the least? Sirius. I think he usually prefers to talk to the point.

Who stays up late? Sirius. Who sleeps the most? Sirius. Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up? No.

Who is the highest maintenance? maybe Sirius. Does the other mind? no.

Vacation ideas: who decides them? Both. Where would they go, if anywhere? I suppose they always go somewhere purposefully, I mean, places where there is a Quidditch tournament or there is a motorcycle museum, etc. I can also see them on the beach, where Sirius is peacefully sunbathing in the sun while James is playing volleyball with guys.

How often do they have sex, if at all? I suppose quite often, especially at first.

Who brings ideas? mostly Sirius. Who initiates? Both.

Any kinks they clash on? No.

Oddest place they’d have sex? I'm not sure if this is a strange place, but since in my mind they started a relationship after Hogwarts, I'll call the alley by the bar. maybe even a toilet stall, lol.

Favourite positions? in which they can see each other's faces.

Dom/top? mostly Sirius. Sub/bottom? mostly James. Any switches? they switch, but Sirius continues to be more dominant even when bottom.

Genital headcanons? No.

Favourite erogenous zones? Sirius: neck. James: inner thigh.

Quickest turn ons? a voice or a look full of lust. Immediate turn offs? mention of relatives, lmao.

First to orgasm? James. Last to orgasm? Sirius. Who comes the most? James. Does someone ever end up unfinished? they both always finished if they are not interrupted, which happened only a couple of times.

Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm? I think gestures like interlacing fingers and looking into each other's eyes are the best orgasm stimulator for both.

How are their afterglows? sweet pleasure and lazy hugs.

Who’s loud? James. Who’s quiet? Sirius. Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How? Sirius is trying to make James louder when he should be quieter. James sees it as a challenge to make Sirius louder. and how they do it mostly depends on their positions.

Lights on or off? depends on whether the light was turned on initially. Do they look at each other? Yes. Or is someone embarrassed? I think James may be embarrassed at first, but at the same time he can't resist looking Sirius in the eye, especially when he asks for it.

Open or closed relationship? Closed. Do they sometimes share? they are not the kind of people who like to share.

#prongsfoot #sirius black #james potter #hp #[ I've been trying to draw something for the 7th day all evening but I can't do anything ]#[ At best I will complete this week in a month ]#my post

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anxietywriter · 2 years

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character quirks

just details/little habits if you have a character in mind and want to flesh them out some more

singing a few lines of the song currently stuck in their head, not in response to anything specific just whenever they're bored i guess

being unable to relax without noise but also unable to focus with noise

adamantly hating and refusing to watch horror because they were scared of it when they were little

picking up jokes from role models/people they're close to (matching their humor in a way?)

liking games like Minecraft and Stardew Valley more when playing with someone else.

enjoying puzzle games/escape room games even though they're awful at it and have to look up solutions a lot

knowing internet safety and being very smart but also being bad at internet safety (you're supposed to update browsers and your computer in general for a reduced risk of viruses.. i swear i'll do it later)

a joke they like to play on their fellow glasses-wearers starts by taking off their own glasses, proceeding to laugh and point at their friends and very ironically say "haha four eyes!" and then putting their glasses back on and pretending nothing happened

they like using google docs for everything. lore and mysteries in a game? all the details in a doc. composing their thoughts for a long, serious message? docs. usernames and passwords? on the docs.

they cosplay characters from their favorite games, series, or books. its a little janky, but recognizable and they're happy

not being confident at all on own, but when there's someone they're interested in they put in 110% effort to make their interest flush because they think it's cute

whenever they don't feel like being verbal they just send DM's or make generally understood noises (m-hm/uh-huh, nuh-uh, mmm + seesaw) for more established friendships they could definitely have modified noises (m-hm turns into just a high pitched nn, nuh-uh is just a short mm)

fine with socializing in public but nervous when online, like discord servers or stream chats

gets the mail everyday because they like seeing if they got letters, even if it's just junk mail

waving or making half a heart (w/ their hand) every time they see someone they recognize

having dozens of photos and videos of their pet on their phone. they had to get an sd card for it all.

having the messiest room, papers on every desk, a small corner full of assorted stuff, bins full of yet again more papers and trinkets, surfaces packed with knick knacks, photo frames, and various lamps

keeping stuffed animals on their bed and having a name for each

having only 5 or so hoodies, one casual and good for family, one casual and for chill idgaf vibes, two fandom art merch which no one is allowed to borrow, and one is merch from a show/music artist/content creator/etc., which is also on a no borrowing policy

playing online card games like yu-gi-oh and shadowverse. enjoying playing it but only getting the interest/motivation to do so when playing against someone you know.

only liking iced/cold drinks or conversely only liking hot drinks (hot cocoa, coffee, tea)

knows various swears in spanish and one in french

preferring dms through an app over texting

seeing neurodivergent experiences saying that they hyperfixiated on a certain show or movie and being like "hmm can't relate, so maybe i'm not as neurodivergent or something" then realizing that sometimes they would watch the same show over and over again or stay up late reading the same fics/tropes/books.

being able to keep their cool in a you laugh you lose for the most part but will break at the dumbest joke or unexpected twist

instead of waving goodbye to some people, they instead make a little grabby motion with their arm outstretched towards the person

they have a little journal where they write what they wish they would've said in the moment if they were a little braver

they don't like it when people stand just behind their shoulder or touch the back of their neck or scalp, so it's a sign of trust when someone can hug them from behind or run hands through their hair without them being uncomfortable and pulling away

loving flower and color symbolism

having two freezers (one full refridgerator and a freezer) and naming them so they no longer have to say the location of the freezer. at one point they feel like the non-freezer portion of their fridge is left out so they end up naming that too

any time they dye their hair they try to pick a different color each time

they wear an ankle bracelet which has emotional significance to them

they really like collecting shiny things and glittery rocks

they have a favorite dinosaur of all time, a favorite carnivore and herbivore. optional: fav omnivore and if they know a lot about dinosaurs then a favorite for each period

#writing ideas #long post

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mrsgreenworld · 2 years

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This drama is a train wreck but I still keep coming back to it. Here are my issues for now:

Leyla’s entire arc. It kinda feels dumb all that she’s doing for a guy, the same guy who is complicit in the event that led to her paralysis and I can for the most part understand selfishness but not outright evilness and malice.

Kanat’s turnabout. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not “out of nowhere”. It’s very in character for him but this could have been a real big turning point for him and writers could have fit this into his redemption arc. Instead of hurting someone, he could have sought to understand and become someone his father isn’t, taking out anger unhealthily. And also, his actions were always wrong, just because his victim is being a mean person, doesn’t mean it negates his role.

Ekim: strangely I have the littlest issue with her right now (and this is coming from someone who hates self righteous characters). I could see why she recorded him and I could see how people become misguided in their attempts to do the wrong but the end of the day, she always suffers so it kind of balances out. The only thing I will have an issue with is if she DOESNT give kanat and leyla the reality checks they so need right now.

Like I said, I’ll keep coming to this show no matter how much it makes me groan. That’s my relationship with most Turkish dramas. So like bear with me please lol

It's a trainwreck indeed but I think very few Turkish shows aren't.

I have pretty much the same issues. Leyla's storyline is the messiest I think. I mean, if she's always been this selfish then how the hell did Ekim become such close friends with her, how is it possible that she never noticed how delusional Leyla is? And if the plan was to show that Leyla changed after the accident, well, that's just unbelievable. No accident can make someone into a completely different person. All this backstabbing bitchery was in Leyla all along. And her fixation with Kanat is just all kinds of crazy. I'm not even talking about his involvement with the accident. She doesn't even know the guy! The person she's been texting with simply doesn't exist.

Agreed re Kanat. Seeing him incapable of really hurting Ekim would've added to his redemption. It would've also solidified what he said to his father about love, how it changed him and how he'd never thought he was capable of love. Turns out he really is his father's son. Hazal was right when she said Kanat cannot love (like normal people do). And it just makes me sad. Because it was clear how much Ekim's betrayal hurt him. But he could still have made a different, better choice. And Ekim would have been in the position where she had to earn his trust back. Instead she'll be painted a victim and will ride her righteous high horse.

#duy beni #duy beni dizi #duy beni ask #hear me #anonym #anonym ask

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crybabylisa · 2 years

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Baby Sou with whichever selfship you feel like? 🥺

of course!!🤧 i'll do both <3

the sfw selfship ask game

SOUYA X LISA

who is the grumpiest in the morning?

probably me... he's just adorable and wants to cuddle a little longer🤧

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt?

he almost cries every time when i'm sick or in pain because he's so worried and in the end i'm the one who needs to comfort him :( (but once he calmed down he makes sure to make a soup for me or just cooks my comfort food!!)

who plays pranks on the other?

i prank him sometimes but i always feel a little bad because he falls for it every single time💀

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa?

mhhh we both do it all the time because we're big babies and love to cuddle all the time. it gives us so much comfort🤧

who insists on creating nicknames for the other?

me!! i love calling him "sou", "pretty boy", "babe" and all kinds of other pet names and seeing him blush because of it is the cutest thing ever.

who says "i love you" first?

i said it first because he was too shy to do it. he got so red once i said the words out loud and he was so unsure if i'm just playing with him :( but once i assured him that i mean it, he got so happy and immediately hugged me, holding back his tears.

who's the messiest one?

we both are a little messy, but he's a little worse....

who feels the most uncomfortable about pda?

mhhh souya is just super shy about it but he really likes holding my hand or when we're linking our pinkies🤧

who's the funniest drunk?

souya because he opens up a lot more.

who texts the most?

mhhh we both text each other a lot but i think i do it a little more.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

probably souya💀

who reads the most?

i do!! but he always listens to me when i talk about the books and sometimes he wants me to read it out loud.

who's better with kids?

kids are probably scared of souya :( but he actually knows how to deal with them and they always love his hair. i don't like children and never know how to act around them lmao

who's the one that fixes things around the house?

we need to call a professional💀

who cooks and who cleans up?

sou loves to cook for us and he always makes me try out new combinations for the restaurant. i always help him to clean everything up and sometimes he even teaches me how to cook simple things🤧

the nsfw selfship ask game

SOUYA X LISA

who is the loudest?

souya!! he just can't control himself when i make him feel good and he lets out the prettiest whines and moans.

who is the more submissive?

sou tends to be more submissive than me but he's also a great dom!! but he just loves it too much when i fuck him with a strap-on and/or edge him until he's a sobbing mess🤧

who is the most experimental?

i am more experimental but he trusts me so much and wants to try everything i suggest.

do they fuck or make love?

we always make love!!🤧

lights on or lights off?

lights on!!

who likes sexting the most?

i love it because he's just so adorable when i tease him and when he gets turned on so fast.

who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

sou is a little needy pervert and when i can't be with him, he always desperately masturbates to pictures of me until i'm coming back to help him. he's always a little embarrassed but he really wants me to catch him..

who is better at oral and who prefers it?

he's great with his mouth, especially when i sit on his face but i'm better with sucking him off. he cums so fast when i give him a blowjob and he absolutely loves the feeling of my mouth around his dick. i love doing it too🤧

who usually initiates things?

mhhh we both do because we can't get enough of eachother... but i don't even have to do much to get him hard, so it happens really fast that things get heated. i can only sit on his lap and kiss him and in like 5 minutes i feel his hard dick against me.

who has the most/weirdest kinks?

mhhh probably souya, but he's a little too shy to actually tell me all of his kinks. i do find each of them out after a while >:)

#crybabylisa moots: angel ;)#crybabylisa ask games ☆#souya kawata #kawata souya #angry #selfship

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sweetbbyshion · 2 years

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could you maybe do the sfw selfship with atsumu?🤧

-definitely not lisa (i'm so sorry i just love reading your selfships lmao)

Blame Lisa for making me do this

SELF SHIP GAME - SFW

-> Atsumu x Kora

Who is the grumpiest in the morning?

Me (^｡^) Atsumu has so much energy when he wakes up, it's out of this world. He wakes up wayyyyy before me for a morning run and comes back just when i'm about to wake up. he always hugs me, all sweaty and disgusting and that way i'm forced to take a shower with him. sneaky motherfucker.

Who worried more when the other is sick/hurt?

ATSUMU IS SO DRAMATIC. If I sneeze once he instantly thinks I'm dying. He worries so much. Specially if he has practice or is away. He always facetimes me and makes sure I'm eating well and taking care of myself.

Who plays pranks on the other?

BRUHHHHHH, we play pranks on each other but TSUMU IS ALWAYS PRANKING ME. I always plot revenge against him. We also play pranks together on other people (mainly Osamu or Sakusa) and it's so fun.

Who is the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa?

Atsumu (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥) he's so clingy that every time we have some time to spend together, he's dragging me to the couch and forcing me to play with his hair while his head rests on my chest. It's a very intimate moment that only lasts like 10 minutes because Atsumu can't stay still for more than that.

Who insists on creating nicknames for the other?

We both like to create nicknames for the other but Tsumu takes it to another level. I don't think he even remembers what my real name is anymore.

Who says "I love you" first?

Atsumu says I love you just a couple of weeks after we start dating. He's very straightforward with his feelings and isn't scared to voice them. It took me a little longer to say it back but he never pushed me or got sad whenever I didn't say it back.

Who's the messiest one?

Besties, I'm super messy BUT ATSUMU? God, our apartment is Kiyoomi's nightmare. He comes to clean our apartment whenever he's stressed and needs to clean something.

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA?

Neither. We love it. Nothing over the top, obviously, but we're disgusting enough that Osamu wants to kill us every time we go out with him.

Who's the funniest drunk?

GUYS PLEASE, TSUM TSUM IS SO FUNNY WHEN HE'S DRUNK. He turns into a stripper, I'm not even kidding. I always have to stop him from taking all of his clothes off. He's also the type of guy that forgets I'm his girlfriend when he's drunk and then cries when I tell him I'm actually his girlfriend.

Who texts the most?

I text the most but only because Atsumu isn't allowed to have his phone during practices. Otherwise he would be texting me nonstop, all day.

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

Atsumu. Even Osamu agrees with me. He's the type of guy that listens to country music and enjoys it. He also listens to tiktok songs and dances to them.

Who reads the most?

I don't think I ever saw Atsumu with a book in his hand BUT he does read fanfics about him.

Who's better with kids?

LMAOOO Tsumu 100%. Kids love him and he loves them. Always nagging me about having a baby and how an amazing father he would be (it's true though).

Who's the one that fixes things around the house?

Neither. After Atsumu tried to fix our sink and ended up making it worse, Osamu forbid us from going anywhere near something broken. So we just call someone to fix it.

Who cooks and who cleans up?

Osamu cooks (Atsumu is better at baking) and me and Atsumu usually clean (if we're not feeling too lazy)

#kora's asks!#kora games!#selfships: koraxatsumu

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Ship: Yuki & Asmo

send me a ship - accepting

Who is the grumpiest in the morning asmo, though he wouldn't ever admit it. he always look amazing when he wakes up, but sometimes he needs a second or two to get himself together. get the demon something to drink, and his chosen outfit for the day. once he's properly awake he's a bundle of usually happy energy. yuki isn't grumpy, but she can sometimes act zombie like now and then. she can be quite susceptible when first awoken and doesn't notice things staring her right in her face. but she's still pretty polite.

Who worries more when the other is sick/hurt both obviously worry and care about the other, but yuki worries than little bit more. party because it can be hard to tell whats actually wrong with asmo. he both plays up the need for assistance and downplays the serious problems. she does her best to be accommodating, and doesn't mind running little errands or just sitting by him in bed and running her fingers through his hair. she cares for him greatly, and always worries tremendously when someone is sick.

Who plays pranks on the other yuki plays pranks on asmo. in fairness, she's usually goaded into it by mammon or levi, and sometimes satan. the pranks are never malicious (she puts her foot down there and refuses to do anything hurtful). but in fairness, sometimes asmo thinks things are pranks when they aren't - like when yuki tried out a new make-up technique she thought was pretty. and he did not like it and laughed thinking she'd done it to make him laugh. yuki wasn't happy, there was payback. but asmo helped her out a lot after that, sweetly taking care of her.

Who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa asmo, constantly. yuki usually gives in. sometimes he doesn't ask and she just turns around and he's there. she doesn't mind though~ she loves physical affection and asmo has plenty of that.

Who insists on creating nicknames for the other asmo has plenty of names for yuki, but yuki isn't great at coming up with nicknames. she doesn't know what asmo will be calling her any given day. but she can tell from his tone whether he means her or not. she just knows when she's talking to him.

Who’s the messiest one when it comes to being untidy, or having things messy, then it's asmo. he takes care of his looks perfectly and always the right stage of dress and unkempt. but his room? a mess. clothes everywhere that he decided not to wear. yuki is pretty good at keeping things organised, but is alright with some mess. she tends to put things back where they came from but as long as it isn't dirty then she's okay.

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA neither are uncomfortable, and both quite open. but asmo definitely surprises yuki with pda now and then. it catches her off guard, but it is a welcome surprise.

Who’s the funniest drunk asmo. he tries to keep up with yuki and usually fails. he's pretty much the life of the party. it can be hard to tell what he's thinking or doing when in a state like that. yuki thinks he's adorable.

Who texts the most asmo sends her messages in the chat constantly, and tags her in devilgram posts. yuki loves it. sometimes the texts are just random thoughts he has during the day or where he is. but she really likes it, it makes her feel closer to him even when they are apart. and his thoughts are pretty cute and funny. it's just a different side to him.

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music since yuki will listen to anything, definitely her. she tries to share her musical tastes with asmo but it doesn't always go down well. luckily, she can share her musical interests with the other brothers - but this tends to just spark jealousy in asmo. eventually he gives in and lets her listen and sing and dance to whatever she wants. he does eventually sing along too.

Who reads the most yuki is a massive reader. she'd do it all the time if she didn't have class and asmo to divide her attention between. reading is both a fabulous escape and a good way to learn. she does like to share bits and pieces she reads with asmo. he can get jealous that she seems to prefer reading to spending time with him, but that certainly isn't the case and she tells him that often. she'll read to him when he lets her, providing a soothing voice and background when he tries to sleep or goes for a bath.

Who’s better with kids yuki, but she's pretty much just a big kid. both of them can be a little uncertain around kids. asmo can be very generous when the mood takes him, and yuki tends to understand what little kids are thinking or feeling. they have no issues around kids, it just doesn't happen often.

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house neither. yuki is too clumsy, asmo can't damage his delicate hands. they for sure get someone else in to fix things. sipping tea and coffee and watching someone else work.

Who cooks and who cleans up yuki. asmo can do it, and does do it. but yuki actually likes it. she likes trying new recipes. she's no chef but she can cook (far better than solomon, but he sets the bar really low). and she doesn't mind cleaning either. she likes things orderly and tidy. she puts on music and just gets on with it.

#answered ask

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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give yourself a try | myg | teaser

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you. Can you put it all back together yourself? Or will you need some help?

rating: 18+ for complete work

word count: 20k+ (still in edits! this will be released as a two shot!)

teaser wc: around 1.3k :)

warnings for completed fic: frequent POV changes. reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. depictions and conversation about mental health and insecurity. panic attacks. conversations about angsty back story that includes medical issues, infertility, and break-ups. sexual content including but not limited to: making out in public, soft dom yoongi, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex with other birth control in place, creampie. be sure to read the complete warnings before each part!

warnings for teaser: swearing, content is lightly edited and subject to change in the final posting

notes: What a labor of love this story has been to write. Everything is kind of a dumpster fire right now and I’ve been processing some shit over the past few months, and that’s when this story happened. It was supposed to be a 6k romp in a coffee shop with lots of crack, messy public sex, and abundant health code violations!!! And something happened and now it’s a 20k soft and feelingsy angst fic??? And like maybe the second best smut scene I’ve ever written?? There’s so much I want to talk about with this fic, but I want to let it speak for itself when the time comes. It’s nerve wracking; I’ve never written anything like this before. This is also the first time I’ve written an overtly plus-sized reader, so I hope I’ve done her justice. Drop me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list for this! Part 1 will be coming next week!

Oh!! Last thing! The title comes from a song by The 1975. They’re one of my favorite acts of all time; they sit on a shelf inside my heart, right next to BTS and Sufjan Stevens. Enjoy!

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It’s already been one of those days. The holidays are always a fucking mess; busy, messy, and stressful as hell. The stretch between Christmas and New Years is the messiest of all. Your customers were typically harried, your own personal lives probably stretched thin. Equipment breaking was just whipped cream on the seasonal latte. One of the heads on the machine kept overheating, even after you tried letting off heat from the boiler by running the steam wand and the grouphead. None of it worked, it just kept getting hotter and hotter.

“Y/N,” Jimin turns his head, speaking over his shoulder, “We’ve got a problem.”

You blink at him, glancing over his shoulder as he gives the pressure dial on the machine a tap.

“Huh,” you frown as you hand the customer in front of you his change, directing him to the pick up counter. No one left in line. That’s good. You walk over, pointed the steam wand out, and flip the lever to run it. The gauge’s little arm doesn’t move, staying stubbornly in the red. At least it had stopped rising.

“I’ll make the call, use the other head for now. There are two boilers in that thing, I think. I’ll be right back.”

You step into the back storage room, pull your phone from your back pocket, and call your boss. You already know what he’s going to tell you, but you always made sure to talk to him first. Mostly because you want to make sure he knows what a pain in the ass this fucking machine was, despite his insistence that it’s top of the line.

The line rings and rings, and that fucker just won’t pick up the other line. It’s a pity he pays so well despite being the most absent boss you’d ever worked for. It means you can’t completely hate his guts.

You hang up the call and pop him a quick text:

::: machine seems to have a boiler issue, i’m calling the tech.

boss::: 👍

You roll your eyes. Fucker can’t answer a phone call but can send an emoji. Figures.

You poke your head out of the back room to make sure Jimin is holding his own before making the call. There’s a lull, he’s already finished his drink queue and is leaning against a counter, detail cleaning a portafilter. God, you could have kissed him right then and there just for that. With a little smile playing on your lips, you duck back into the back and search for the barista tech’s phone number, and press call.

It only rings twice before he picks up: “Yoongi Min speaking.”

Ugh, his voice is like melted chocolate, or a freshly made ganache. Dark. Velvety. Rich. You just want to dip your finger in it and suck.

“Hi Yoongi, this is Y/N from KnockBox.”

“Ah, I thought it might be you. I’ll make sure I actually save your number this time. I almost didn’t pick up.”

Weird, he answered after two rings. Almost didn’t pick up your ass. “I don’t blame you for not saving it. The hope would be that I don’t have to call you this often.”

“Mm,” he grunts, “And yet, here we are. What’s the machine doing this time?”

“Boiler issue I think, it’s heating up and staying in the red. Won’t go down after letting steam run, nor the grouphead.”

“Hm.” Yoongi is silent on the other end of the line for a moment. “Don’t use it, but don’t turn it off yet. You’ve got the double boiler machine right?”

“Yes.”

“Keep an eye on both of them. These machines often have faulty switches that don’t trip when they overheat. I can recalibrate them but there’s enough wires and shit that I can’t talk you through it.” He pauses again, and then continues with a sigh. “I can be there in two hours. I know that’s not ideal because you close in an hour …” His voice is low enough that it makes your skin tingle. Waiting for him is no problem; at least you get to look at him for a few minutes during the trade off.

“Yeah, but we need a functioning machine. I have no problem waiting for you.” Cruel, ironic laughter echoes in your skull.

“This time of year is a bullshit season for coffee, I get it. Maybe you could just wait around to let me in, and then lock the door so that it locks behind me when I leave? That way you don’t have to wait on me and you can go home.”

“Yeah, I think we did that last time.”

“Alright, cool, see you then, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much, Yoongi. See you in a couple of hours.”

The line disconnects, and you sit with your head in your hands for a moment before heading back out to the front. Fuck. He was so attractive you can hardly stand it.

“How was the dreamboat?” Jimin asks, trying to play it as cool as he can. His lip quirks when you throw him a look; he knows exactly how attractive you find the machine tech your boss contracts out, and he will never let you live it down.

“He must be out at another job. He can’t be here for another two hours.” You said the words as plainly as you could, not trying to give your coworker the satisfaction of seeing you squirm.

“Fuck, seriously?” Jimin pushed himself off the counter and placed the portafilter on the machine’s drip tray. “You want me to stay? I don’t have class tonight.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I think it’s supposed to snow,” you say, casually. Like hell if you were going to miss seeing the man who’d haunted your dreams since you’d first had to call him. “I’ll just let him in, then leave.”

“Or, hear me out, you could fuck him in the back and then let him work on the machine and leave.”

“Ugh, Jimin, next to the mop bucket? That’s fucking disgusting.”

“And so is this crush you’ve had on him for the past few months! It’s so obvious even the babies have started to talk about it. Jungkook has plotting about how to get you two together since he caught you staring at Yoongi’s dump truck ass!”

“He’s what??” Jungkook is one of the student baristas, typically an opener because most of his classes are in the afternoon.

“He and Sarah AND Mercedes! Shit, Mercedes is about ready to put the moves on him just so you suck up your feelings and make your move to stop her.” All three of your little baby baristas are traitors?! Since when?

“Those little punks, I’m going to make them scrub the back splash bricks with a toothbrush.”

“That’s an empty threat and you know it. You’d rather do it yourself.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. You thought you’d been stone cold about this crush, that you’d been nothing but professional and courteous. Instead you’d gotten caught by four of your five coworkers. How had they even known you were staring? You were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible by doing cleaning tasks!

“Does everyone know about this, Jimin? Is nothing sacred anymore?”

“Yes. Literally everyone knows. Even regulars. The cute little old guy who brings in his newspaper every morning? He’s asked me about it, and how could I lie to him? So he knows.”

“God, Jimin, I get it, everyone knows.”

“Seokjin, that hot dilfy lawyer? He knows. He ships the shit out of y’all.”

“I’m going to end every single one of you.”

“He says that when y’all get married he’ll give you a discount on your wills and powers of attorney.”

You groan, “You’re all dead to me.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if a guy like Seokjin can see it happening, anything can happen. You know how jaded that guy is about relationships. He wouldn’t just say something like that.” Jimin’s voice is almost serious now, he’s speaking more earnestly in spite of your obvious irritation.

“Oh please, Yoongi only knows I exist because of all the times I’ve had to annoy him with maintenance calls.”

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posted: 2.16.2022

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