#these types of little observations by them about the other keeps popping into my head so here we are

[sunflowernyx]

MSR Drabble: The Little Things

Word count: 350+

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It’s in the little things.

“Can I borrow this?” Scully asks.

She twists her torso, leaning out from the shadow of his bookshelf to show him the academic text she’d plucked from his collection.

Mulder props himself up on the couch cushions, his elbow becoming an easel support for his chin, so he can better study her. There are two types of mysteries always in his life; the ones found in his files played out in front of him, and the one Scully always poses.

Sometimes they intertwine like lovers’ hands.

“Sure,” he says. “Keep it.”

It’s one of the psychology books from his MA year. He hasn’t had a need for it in years, knowing every word by heart from just a skim.

She rolls her eyes at him. “If I actually kept every book I borrowed from you, all your books would eventually find their way to my shelves.”

Mulder’s smile is a Cheshire grin, lazy and slow to bloom.

“I know,” he says. “I take it as a compliment to my taste in reading material.”

And he hopes that one day he might be able to slip in with the last volumes. Like a cat finding its way home with familiar things, to curl up unnoticed until she won’t want to get rid of him.

Scully wrinkles her nose on principle. “Maybe not,” she corrects softly, turning her profile to him to run a finger across spines on a particular shelf. “I wouldn’t want to keep your paranormal junk.”

Liar.

Dana Katherine Scully is a little liar, he thinks fondly.

She hides it well, misdirects with the way she turns his psychology and profiling book collection into her own private library to lend from. But he has heard her quote enough of his books on witchcraft, alien abduction, and all things paranormal; has found enough of his books on the topic mysteriously missing and mysteriously returned again exactly a week later, to know that she is reading through even the texts she scoffs at.

For him.

It’s in the little things.

But it’s little great things like this, the disappearance of his books, the way she picks him apart through the words on his shelves, in his head, that she gives away she loves him.

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea the Series: Intro (First Impressions & Predictions)

Because I'm a huge over-analyser whose known for my lengthy BL essays - here are my takeaways from the very brief glimpse we got to Mahasamut and Tongrak. They gave us literally a 1 minute teaser, so as you can imagine, I'm filling in a lot of blanks at this stage.

TONGRAK

Tongrak looks like he's going to be an unapologetic menace. A very sexy and sassy menace. He has an air of blasé indifference which screams 'yeah and so what?' you're not the boss of me'. Someone whose clearly a bit prickly, petulant and headstrong. Writers are often independent or even loners, as it's a very solitary field. They have a very strong vision of what they want, which can mean a reluctance to compromise.

I mentioned that he gives 'I know I'm hot shit' energy. He exudes a confident sexuality which is shown in how assertive he is when flirting and the smugness in how he retorts. He knows he's hot commodity and isn't afraid to flaunt it. Probably is used to having people wrapped around his little finger. 'We play by my rules, I decide if I want you or not'. At worst he may even see people around him as playthings.

Based on the general premise of the series, Tongrak comes to the seaside for inspiration. Uppity cosmopolitan city boy thrown in to the bohemian outdoors. He looks very noticeably out of place in this setting. But he may use that to his advantage, knowing others are looking at him, dazzled by a prince in the middle of literal nowhere.

MAHASAMUT

Now what comes across most strongly about Mahasamut is that he's clearly very possessive. This is signposted multiple times in this brief introduction alone. He steals Tongrak away when he's flirting with someone else. He drags him by the wrist across the beach. I assume at this point they've not known each other long and he's being very handsy and grabby. He asserts that Tongrak 'will have to love him.' (Which could mean: I'll make you fall in love with me whether you like it or not, OR you falling in love with me is inevitable because I'm just too goddamn charming). Pretty presumptuous all the same.

This tells us that Mahasamut is equally self-assured. He has bags of confidence in his ability to keep Tongrak interested. Though he's being turned down, he doesn't appear dissuaded or phased in the slightest. Whether this is due to being generally a bit thick-headed, or putting on a front in order not to let Tongrak feel like he's won, is too early to say.

It's also worth noting that people who have such confidence in their conviction often haven't failed before. And there's a certain naivete in that. It's the whole 'through hard work and determination I can conquer all' mentality, which is not always the case.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC

Now what really fascinates me about this collision of personalities is that these two are going to butt heads. A lot. Whether that's in a good-humoured tug of war, or a stubborn battle of wills. Tongrak is resistant in a 'I refuse to compromise' type of way. Mahasamut is persistent in a 'I refuse to let it go' type of way (like a dog with a bone). Neither wants to give in. Both are declaring, 'you're going to want me'.

So Tongrak and Mahasamut are not your typical match on paper. There will be fireworks (most likely good and bad). It'll probably take them much longer to find equal footing that goes beyond just sexual attraction or lust. This is why I've got a hunch the love scenes are going to pop off. We're going to get angry sex, I'm calling it now.

You could argue that Tongrak and Mahasamut do share some similarities with Sky and Prapai - particularly with the bickering and chasing - just dialled up to 100.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS

ATMOSPHERE: The setting by the sea should prove to be a really interesting way of playing on tone. Watching those two interact whilst the wind blew around them, with the crashing of the waves in the distance was a whole mood.

CONTEXT: This feels leaps and bounds removed from the more grounded setting of Love in the Air. It almost feels like a summer fling. We're getting what appears to be a more adult backdrop, which I always greatly appreciate within the BL genre.

STYLING: Tongrak's outfits are going to murder me. The silky, drapey, billowy, low cut shirts with ample collarbone on show? CHRIST. Paired with the dainty jewellery. Kill me now.

Also, love the fact they were referring to each other as 'MISTER' and 'SIR'. Like SIR, DO YOU MIND? SIR, I'VE GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU. SOMETHING GOT YOU HOT AND BOTHERED, SIR?

[hoodharlow]

I'm Onto You

AN: :)

Requested? My coochie at 12:28 am

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.6k words

Jack and Miriam were in their own little world dry humping each other as Beyoncé sang Haunted. One of Miriam's favorite songs from the iconic singer. She pressed her ass onto Jack as he held onto her hips and moved them in sync. Jack felt a shiver ran down his spine as Miriam held onto his neck for balance as she sang along. 

The song finally ended. Miriam pulled away from Jack and fixed her skirt. She wore a chainmail set with D-Accori Roux strappy wrap-around heels. She gathered her hair into a ponytail. She reached for Jack’s wrist grabbing the liga on his wrist. Miriam didn't bring any bag to the concert; she only brought her phone but Jack had it because her skirt unfortunately didn't have pockets. She took off her glasses and used Jack's shirt to wipe the fog off them.

"Hot, huh." She said. 

Urban snorted and gave Maggie a knowing look, "Obviously you would get hot if you dry humped your fi–"

"Okay I get it." Miriam giggled shyly, hiding into Jack. 

He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her hair. 

The rest of the concert flew by. There weren't many songs left. Jack turned to Miriam and he could tell she was making mental notes for her movie. Her character went through it and after hiding she was making a surprise musical comeback. From what Miriam envisioned for her character she had to do a mini concert in order to properly execute it. 

Jack knew Miriam was nervous. She's a talented actress, had stage presence and a voice that many current pop stars were lucky that she was sticking to acting because if she got into singing, several would not be able to keep up with her. The only thing Miriam really struggled with was the dancing portion. She spent most of the concert studying the dancers and how Beyoncé was able to stand out while she danced with them. She observed how Beyoncé interacted with the crowd and how the crowd interacted back. She also made note of the set list and how each song made so much sense in that order.  

"Ready?" Jack asked. 

"Yeah, uh, my mom told Shawn, we were going to be here and he wanted to say hi." Miriam said, typing on her phone. 

"Shawn?" He asked. 

"Yeah, you know, Jay-Z." She waved him off.

"You're telling me HOV wants to say hi?" Jack's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. 

"Mhm," she smiled like she just didn't tell him they were about to be in the same room as Beyoncé and her husband. She handed Jack her phone so he could store it in his pants. "They're sending security to escort all of us."

"Escort us?" Maggie asked when she walked to the couple. 

"Yeah, uh, Beyoncé and her husband wanna say hi." Miriam mumbled. 

"I'm sorry I don't think I heard you." Jack's mom laughed. "Did you say Beyoncé and Jay-Z want to see you?"

"No, I said they want to see us." She gestured to the group. 

"Jack's sense of humor must’ve rubbed off on you." Maggie said in disbelief. 

Just then Beyoncé's security guard walked over to them. Miriam smiled and told him how it was just the four of them. He took them to where Beyoncé and Jay-Z were. After half an hour of talking with the famous couple, they were escorted back to Jack's car. 

"So we just hung out with Beyoncé and Jay-Z…" Urban said as they drove out of the stadium. 

"How do you know them?" Maggie asked Miriam. 

They were sitting in the back row while Jack drove them and Urban sat on the passenger side. Miriam was too tired to sit in the front and give Jack directions and Maggie didn't like sitting in front so Urban sat there. 

"My mom and B became friends when my mom auditioned for Obsession. Obviously my mom didn't get the role but her and B stayed friends. When I was in high school I sometimes babysat Blue." She explained. 

"Oh that's so cool." Maggie nodded. 

They spent the entire drive to Jack's parents' house talking and giggling amongst themselves. Jack smiled as Miriam threw her head back, cackling at what his mom said. 

"This is me." Maggie said when Jack pulled into the driveway. 

Jack got out of the car and opened the door for his mom. She gave Miriam another hug then got out. Maggie hugged Jack. Urban also got out to bid her goodbye. They waited until Maggie was safely inside before getting in the car. 

"My Uber is ten minutes away." Urban told them. "Y'all can go."

"And risk your ass getting kidnapped and your two girlfriends beating my ass? Yeah, no. We'll wait." Jack said. 

They leaned against Jack's car talking about the pre-season of their indoor soccer league. Miriam stayed in the car and fell asleep. When Urban's Uber arrived he and Jack bro-hugged. Jack got in the car and found Miriam sleeping soundly across the sear. He unbuttoned his shirt and covered Miriam with it, staying in his undershirt.

The drive home was quiet, save for the music playing on almost inaudibly. Jack made a stop at the Hardee's drive-thru and ordered chicken tenders for the two of them. Miriam slept through the drive-thru, earning a suspicious look from the cashier when they saw her sleeping in the back. Jack swore up and down that she was sleeping and reiterated that she was just napping because she was tired from the Beyoncé concert. 

When they arrived at their house, Miriam was still asleep. Jack carried their food first then went to get her. He carried her bridal style on to the brown couch and gently plopped her onto it. She finally woke up, confused about her surroundings. 

"How long was I out?" She asked, stretching. 

"Like forty minutes." Jack told her, passing her her food. 

They ate in silence then cleaned up so they could change out of their clothes. By the time they settled in bed, neither of them were tired. Miriam from her nap and Jack because he had been performing and traveling the last few days, he hadn't gotten back into his sleep schedule. So they went downstairs to watch a movie. Their bedroom didn't have a tv. Daisy huffed dramatically when she saw them cuddling and went upstairs. 

Miriam stopped paying attention to what they were watching and took in Jack. There was something about seeing him in basketball shorts and a white tank top that made her feral. All she wanted was to choke on his cock while fucked his face then she wanted him to with his body fully on her. 

She gently placed her hand on Jack’s cheek, turning him away from the movie. Miriam swiveled her hips around so she was fully straddling him. She leaned in and kissed him. Jack held on to her hips and grinded her on his cock, making her whimper softly. He removed his hands and brought them to the neckline of the white tank top that she also wore and effortlessly tore it down the middle. 

"Seriously?" Miriam playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"I'll buy you a ten pack at Target." He reassured her as he laid her on the couch. 

Jack opened the flap of the ripped shirt and kissed her body until he reached her neck. He instantly found her sweet spot. He nipped and licked it, making her whimper his name. He pulled away and sponged kissed down her chest. Miriam tugged at his curls and arched her back, giving him better access to her breasts. He peppered kissed all over then licked one of her nipples, gently tugging them with his teeth. When he finished her other breast, Jack kissed his way down her body. He was ready to settle in between her legs to go down on her, but Miriam wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. 

"I meed you in me." She said. 

"I can make that happen." Jack smirked. 

They lazily made out with their hips rutting against each other's. Miriam's moans and whimpers grew desperate as Jack left teasing touches here and there. He finally pushed down his shorts, and pulled out his cock. He laid on his side, stroking himself. With his free hand he moved Miriam's panties to the side and slipped his ring and middle fingers in her. 

"Jack, please just– AH!" She cried as he slid into her in one swift movement. 

Jack tilted her head up so he could kiss her. He wrapped one of her legs around him, bringing them closer as he took her. Her breath hitched at how good it felt. The familiar feeling came over her once more. Miriam was about to come, and Jack knew it. His thrusts got more precise, hitting where Miriam needed him.

“Let me hear your pretty sounds when you come on my dick.” He encouraged her. 

That drove her over the edge, and she repeated Jack’s name over and over until her climax faded. Jack continued thrusting in and out of her. 

"Please Jack, fill me up. I need you in me." She whimpered.

"Yeah? You want me dripping outta your pussy?" He grunted.

"Yes," she whined as another orgasm took over her body.

That was all he needed to hear. His thrusts grew sloppy. As he pounded into her, one of his hands found one of hers. Jack pressed their foreheads together, noses bumping against each other. He held.her gaze as he came, pushing himself deep in her. 

Once they catched their breath, Jack carried them to their bedroom. They quickly washed their bodies and settled in bed. Miriam yawned loudly and nestled on his chest. Jack rubbed her arm, doodling with her arm hair. They both ended up dozing off in each other's arms until the morning where they would spend the first hour devouring each other.

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[blade-that-was-broken]

Intro, Stories, and Commissions!

Heya! This is my anonymous little blog for my current fixations and interests!

Name: Luthien or Blade

Age/Gender: adult woman

Level: family friendly with some violence.

Current Fixation: Dreamworks Trolls

Notes About My Work

Focus on familial and platonic bonds

Any romantic notions are never the focus

Minimal swearing on my part

Family friendly art and writing with some violence

No nudity, serious gore or smut

Feel free to ask any questions about anything - I absolutely love answering comments and questions in the asks.

Right now, my current fixation is TROLLS! With my favorites being John Dory and Branch. I do have an appreciation for both friendship PoppyxBranch as well as romantic.

Listed below not only my current series but also some other writings that I have finished! Feel free to check them out! I'd love to know what you think! Also listed are other fandoms that I am interested in and feel free to ask me about any of them! Enjoy!

My Current Series!

Here is a Link to my AO3

I’m Still Here

An AU where John Dory comes back to the Tree a bit earlier to raise Branch only for sixteen years later of traveling on the road with his little brother to give his life for him. Branch finds Pop Village at 16 and goes through the events of the canonical movies with the background of being a wandering traveler with his brother.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multiple Books

Question to the World - prequel mini series - ✔️

Head Above Water - movie one - ✔️

World to Change - movie two - ✔️

Moment to Be Real - movie 3 - ✔️

Holiday Special - unnamed - not written

Words and Whispers - Collection of Snippets WIP

For This You Were Born

In an AU where Brozone doesn’t exist and trolls can trade their lives for the safety of their families, a mother tricks her eldest son only for him and her youngest to end up in a fight for their lives against a Bergen.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multi Chapter Short Series

For This You Were Born - finished ✔️

Silence the Doubt - finished ✔️

By Design a Victor - currently ongoing

Half Life

In a human AU, John Dory has been working for years to get custody of his four brothers from his parents. When he finally gets it, he finds he had to fix what he inadvertently broke. As he tries to juggle a new life and protect his brothers, he does his best to repair his relationship with them.

Status - Ongoing

Type - Single Multichapter, Extra shots

Breathe Again - multi chapter - Ongoing

Unnamed - multi chapter single shots - unwritten

One Shots/Other

Trolls

Something to Believe In - An amnesiac John Dory arrives at Pop Village and ends up raising his youngest six-year old brother. (Ongoing, non-sequential shorts)

Things We Lost - Clay is snatched one day, only to be saved by his amnesiac older brother, who has no idea who he is and believes his brothers to be dead. (one shot, finished)

Divided Frame of Mind - Branch, Bruce, Clay and Floyd search for John Dory, only for Holly Darlin' (Trollstopia) to tell them he's staying in Lonesome Flatts. However, when they get there, they are not greeted how they expect. (one shot, finished)

Smoke and Starlight - a continuation beyond TBT, helped Poppy with an annual world meeting and learns about his parents and his brothers as he helps set up. (multi chapter, wip, Branch, JD and Floyd centric)

Keep Me Breathing - Upon being rescued and traveling back to Pop Village, Floyd makes some observations about his older brother and gives him a hug - which, turns out he really needed (one shot, finished)

The More I Learn, the Less I Bleed - an argument erupts in the bunker one night where the brother learns a horrifying truth - their oldest has been living his life in time loops; one of which including the last performance they did as a band. (one shot, finished)

Soldier On AU - human au, concept - John Dory hasn’t seen his brothers since their parents divorced when he was fifteen. Twenty years later, he is discharged from the military after an explosion and is slowly reunited with his brothers. (concept, snippets only)

Batman/Nightwing

Halfway Gone - Damian comes to Stephanie about Dick Grayson's apparent death with a theory. She believes him. After all, he is their Batman. (one shot, finished)

I'd Give You My Lungs - Jason had never heard the wail of a father losing his son tragically too young before. But when Damian dies, he does. (oneshot, finished)

I've Got You, Brother - Jason is glad he's the one who finds it. Jason hates that he is the one who finds it. But his brother is alive. And he needs to find out what happened. (one shot, finished)

AUs of my AUs

Feel I Belong (I’m Still Here au au) WIP

Stay the Same (I’m Still Here au au) WIP

Other Interests Include (Not Limited To)

Star Wars (Jedi specifically), Lord of the Rings (my username lol), Tangled (New Dream), The Mummy 1999, Psych, TMNT (2012 mostly), Transformers Prime, ATLA, Bones, Leverage, Nightwing, Smallville (Clois), GotG, Treasure Planet, HtTyD, Elementary, Chuck, Stargate (Mostly Atlantis lol), X-Men, GL:A, VM (Logan Echolls deserved better), and Narnia.

I have a few pop funkos, love getting involved in zines, and collect art and pins (collections being mostly AragornxArwen and New Dream but small collection of Nightwing, Star Wars, the Mummy 1999 etc).

This Post will be subjected to editing and reclogging with continued works, interests, changes and fandoms.

[highhhfiveee]

melodic stoner thotz

i’ve ALSO been having this silly thought about stoner!mike (who we haven’t seen in so long, i’m so sorrrrry). pls enjoy these unedited, unproofread thoughts that i typed instead of doing my work.

i listened to brie larson’s version of black sheep the other day (plus roomie and i watched the new scott pilgrim show, 8/10) and i started thinking about popstar!reader. hear me out;

you’re in a girl group, one that i currently have no name for, and you’re starting to gain traction in the states after releasing your debut album; you make high energy pop bops that emphasize on being true to yourself and standing up for what’s right with three other girls you’d met in the hallway at auditions. you’re grateful for the opportunity of course, but it’s not exactly what you’d wanted for your music career.

you have little creative control, and you’re told to sing and dance and dress a certain way; it’s a dream and a nightmare in one, and sometimes it has you wanting to leave the group all together, starting from scratch with music you actually loved.

you’re thinking about marching to the execs with your grievances when your manager sends a message to the group chat: WE’RE OPENING FOR [unnamed band that’s as big as say…the 1975 lmao] ON THEIR FALL TOUR!!!

you loved [unnamed band] and to support them on the North American leg of their tour is something you know you’d be idiotic to walk away from.

the city mike and abby live close to is stop 4 out of 10, and you’d been doing good with keeping up your charade of happiness. you sing and dance your ass off every night, knowing that you’re here and you can’t waste a moment of it; millions of aspiring musicians had wanted this but you’d finally made it to the stage.

you rarely ever fumbled during performances, a perfectionist at heart, but during the verse of one of your mid tempo songs, your eyes somehow gaze past the blinding stage lights and focus on abby (who you don’t know as abby of course lol), shouting every single word back to you with silly shimmies and head bobs.

you laugh, consumed with butterflies at the fact that she was enjoying your set so much. you’re enthralled by her energy, and it causes you to miss your cue for the prechorus. you giggle it off though you’re flustered, singing, “we have a lot of songs, my badddddd” to the melody of the music.

it makes the crowd explode with laughter, and you use that to propel you through the rest of your set, still looking towards abby as you present the outro during your final song. “thank you all so much, we love you! [bandmate 1] and i will be by the merch table once we’re off stage, and we hope to see you some of your faces there! are you all ready to see [unnamed band]????”

the crowd roars, and you watch as abby and the guy next to her disappear through the throng of people.

abby rushes straight for you once you’re sat at the merch stand, her cheeks flushed as she holds out her t-shirt for you. it’s one from your group’s first small tour, one where you’d gone to small cities throughout the country for as much exposure as possible. it was a size to big for her, draping down to her thighs. “y/n, i love you!!! can you please sign my shirt?”

“of course, cutie. i saw you dancing to [song name], is that one of your favorites?” abby nods excitedly as you scribble her name on your shirt, accenting it with a heart. you glance up at mike, who just stands behind her observing your interaction. he’s high as shit of course; he’d been a blob next to abby, really, bleary eyes and stationary, but seeing him this close revealed to you the stoner boy of your dreams.

“i take it you’re a big fan too?” you point the end of your marker at this chest. he’s wearing the same old tour shirt as abby, but his fits him well. he can’t believe your focus has moved to him now, and even though he should feel cool and calm off the edible he took before your set, your enticing gaze has him grasping for straws inside his mind.

“uh well, i…i really do it all for her, but you guys do have some solid songs. got some on your album that make me feel all powerful and sexy when i listen to them.” you both chuckle, and you motion for him to give you your hand.

you scribble your number onto his hand in red ink, musing, “well, i always love to hear what people think about our stuff. maybe…when i’m done with tour, you could tell me more over a joint or something?”

mike’s mouth goes dry, drier than it already was, but he’s nodding all languidly, leaving you with a small smirk when you give him his hand back. “yeah, yeah. sounds like a plan.”

this is kind of messy but do you all see the vision????? a full fic would be wayyyyy more structured and detailed, but i just NEEDED to get this idea out and i wanna know what you all think 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (it would be like safety net with more smut and a tinge more angst, but definitely fluffy as hell too. like you confide in mike about the reality of your situation and he encourages you to fight for what you believe in, like one of your group’s songs ;-; still there’s lots of drama between you and the other members and the LABEL and so many entertainment people——me thinks it would go kind of nuts)

[broomsick]

Personal & collected tips regarding the maintenance of a harmonious relationship with the landvættir (land spirits)

“It is laid down in the first clause of the pagan law of Iceland, introduced about AD 930, that no one may approach the country in ships furnished with gaping heads and yawning snouts, i.e. dragon-heads. If they had them they must remove them before they came in sight of land, for otherwise the landvaættir would take fright.” - Myth and Religion of the North: The Religion of Ancient Scandinavia (1964)

Quick note: if you follow the norse pagan path, Landdísir, Jötnar/Trolls/Thurses, Álfar, and even ancestors could be considered land spirits, depending on your personal experience and interpretation of historical sources.

“They do not typically speak in English words, or words of any human language. They speak in wind, in the crackle of fire, in images and concepts and intense emotions.” -  Earl S. Wynn.

In my experience, when compared to communication with fair folk, land spirit work is usually a lot more one-sided. Despite this, it’s important to keep in mind that spirits are conscious: they are individuals just like you and I, so we should treat them with love and respect, exactly in the way we would want to be treated. When it comes to landvættir, don’t expect a great deal of active communication, but rather watch out for little casual blessings that may start popping up once you start building a relationship with the land. By “land”, I mean both the land and the spirits that inhabit it, as they make a whole and are sustained by one another. The land you will work with is the area that you live in. Yes, even if it is a large city. Cities were all built upon age-old land, and this fact can be observed even in the most bustling and crowded ones. Is there a park you used to visit as a kid? Or a line of trees near your house? Small as they may seem, these places are the type to be inhabited by landvættir. Now, how do you start working with them?

“King Harald told a warlock to hie to Iceland in some altered shape, and to try what he could learn there to tell him: and he set out in the shape of a whale. And when he came near to the land he went to the west side of Iceland, north around the land, where he saw all the mountains and hills full of guardian-spirits, some great, some small.” -  Heimskringla: The Chronicle of The Kings of Norway, “King Olaf Trygvason's Saga”, chapter 6.

The first step to landvættir work is actually excessively simple. It is to acknowledge the soul within natural elements. Look around yourself, when in nature, and notice which trees, stones, boulders or plants catch your eye. 

The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids suggests to take note of the following landmarks in order to get to know your own area: the highest place, the nearest body of water, the nearest area of natural beauty, the busiest open space where people congregate on a daily basis, the most abused or neglected site, the oldest sacred site under continuous use, the nearest place where the dead are commemorated or buried, the nearest natural food-producing ground, the place most frequented by wild (non-domestic) animals, the nearest major crossroads, and other significant sites that occur to you or that may be particular to your location e.g. marsh-land, heavy industry sites, etc.

If there is a certain spot you feel most drawn to, why note make it into a sort of land altar? By land altar, I mean a place where you can regularly go to rest and commune with nature. It isn’t necessary to set up a whole altar, and I would even advise against adorning it with excessive decorations, especially unnatural ones. As much as possible, try to avoid wrappings and plastics! However, you can mark the spot with things you pick up in the area: a pretty flower or leaf, a fallen tree branch, a handful of acorns, an usual-looking rock and such. It’s okay to put these on your land altar as long as they are from the area. Picking these sorts of things up and giving them back to nature is a means to show that not only do you observe the gifts of the land you live on, but that you also appreciate them. That you see their beauty and their value. By choosing a specific spot to make such offerings, you also give the landvættir a place where they can reach back to you, where you can hear their voices and feel their touch. If you are interested in working with a tree spirit, or choosing one as you land altar, I suggest taking a look at this previous post of mine where I detailed how to get started with such a relationship! 

Disclaimer: if you keep getting a bad feeling about the place you’ve chosen for your land altar, I would definitely advise changing spots. It could mean a particular land spirit does not want to be disturbed, and it would be rude not to respect their wish.

Once you’ve chosen this space and once you feel truly settled with it, it’s a great idea to bless it from time to time. You can do so by blessing water and pouring it around and over that spot, or by singing a certain song, or chanting, etc. Simply naming what you see around you, stating the names of these natural elements, can be considered blessing, for you are acknowledging their souls. Through meditation, you may start hearing some spirits tell you the names they want to be called. Keep them in mind!

I would deem all of these “blessing” gestures offerings, though you could also offer the aforementionned leaves, flowers, rocks, acorns, as well pinecones, collected resin, earth, food you grew in your garden, etc. No matter the shape your offerings take, it is exceedingly important to be regular with them. I don’t mean you need to have a schedule (you could pretty much gift whatever, whenever), but you cannot expect for the spirits to appreciate your presence or give back to you if you have only spent time with them once or twice. Plus, you cannot truly get to know your local spirits if you don’t take the necessary time to get to know them! 

Now, I’ve been using a woodland setting as my example, but it’s obvious the landvættir are completey different individuals depending on where you live. They are different in swamps, along beaches, high in the mountains, etc. It is possible to maintain a land altar no matter what your area looks like. After all, the most important part of land spirit work is to acknowledge and live in harmony with your local spirits— the guardians of your land. In fact, I find it a good idea to locate your land altar near a natural symbol of your nation/country/area! In order to do this in an even more personal way, I suggest looking into your ancestral practices! You may notice that previous generations gave back to the land in specific ways, which you could very well include in your own practice. 

Once you’ve gone through all of these steps, keep your mind open so as to receive whatever messages or gifts the landvættir want to give in return. They might take a lot of time to answer, but stay patient. After all, their very existence and the protection they grant land is already a gift in an of itself. Sit at your land altar and open your senses. In my experience, landvættir can show their appreciation through a range of very discreet presents such as birdsong, a feeling of absolute peace and joy, a piece of knowledge, or even a new and unexpected flower that catches your eye and which you’ve never seen before. You never know what they might send you next, so best to stay aware of your surroundings when communing with nature. It has lots and lots to give, if you stand ready to receive!

Artworks and pictures: Winter Foxes by Chuck Groenink, Yule Stag by Sebastian McKinnon, painting by Omar Rayyan II, illustration by David Wyatt, land altar photograph, illustration by Lily Seika Jones.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

If Only There Were a Word to Describe the Enormity

Big doesn't quite cut it. So things went a different route, but walking a line along what our less recent arrivals did. This is a big, huge (no that isn't it) chapter for the Nika mythos. Sets the stage for a divine presence to cap off the end of another's story. I definitely feel that vibe with Bonney's role in all this, what a turning point and one that definitely reminds me a lot of little Otama. We've been here before with trying to predict Egghead. Opting for repetition of core themes, doubling down on what we had and making it bigger in scope over moving towards resolution. Interesting crossroads. This could swiftly turn towards that surface-level resolution but honestly I wouldn't be surprised at this point if we spin our wheels for a little more then go into that third cutaway, ending up with an arc around WCI-length.

The hook is an idea we're familiar with. Keep your eye on Luffy. Never see his eyes, how he just kinda leaps back in leaving this little gap about being fed and ending up downstairs unresolved. Mostly though, he's full-blown teeheemaxxing in a dire moment. Which is on brand for Nika but our whole idea is there's an undertone based on the notion the drawback to G5 is losing control. It all goes back to that observation our finale could be constructed a little more like a YuYu Hakusho type series than other shonen; you've gotten your ultimate power a little early because our ending will be more about learning to control it.

Oh hey, these guys. Seriously...nice. The Giants are very important to my fandom. Y'all know how much I love Miss Goldenweek and by extension Little Garden. Oimo & Kashi are where I caught up the first time. I remember being about two weeks away from starting freshman year of high school at the tail end of a summer binging the hell out of so many anime thanks to this newfangled DSL high speed internet. The way that came up again blew my mind, and seeing Dorry & Brogy almost twenty years later is so damn cool it makes me forget all about the not being the Grand Fleet aspect.

I mean, that was always just a specific and early guess. They still have sprinkled into these cutaway segments though. This pair just saw the paper and hurried over. Maybe they were expecting Luffy to head to Elbaf next after his time in Wano? Which is a very interesting concept when we've talked about Egghead being a somewhat "lateral" move with no clear goal set to advance our main progress through the Grand Line.

It's also pretty interesting to blend two long-running threads through this Nika lore. How do Bonney/Kuma & the giants intersect? Does it reinforce the need to pop the mystique of the spectacle? Does Luffy jump from one legendary story to another? The Fleet was the way to end it here. The giants tease it out more. At least as long as Shanks isn't following. But there's one last little element that makes me interested in the undertone like always, as we started off pointing out how that's still very much an element if you watch for it:

Robonosuke! Interesting how he's finally coming back around. It does look like he's reacting to the heartbeat but I'd point out we did let most of the chapter roll before showing this when Luffy went G5 at the start. The idea was always asking if that's a potential blip of something weird. The kicker with the Giants to me is how Dorry and Brogy seem to both be coming for Luffy and for the Sun God. We'll talk a lot more about them tomorrow and especially a titanic (oooh, yeah that's the stuff) wrinkle all around our beloved Strawhat Sniper Usopp I feel silly for not thinking of already. It's justified through what we learn of Elbaf in the Big Mom flashback.

Oddly enough, gets me right back to where I felt about Bonney right around the time this arc started. Remember? We're puzzled about Kiku's odd ending to Wano and all of a sudden Bonney picks up those threads in a big way. Now moving into more of that alternate protag space a lot like Yamato. Never forget, we know there was a rewrite behind that hiatus for a reason. So now...even if it's not the Fleet I can't help but notice how Dorry and Brogy specifically amplify the same ideas.

Either way, Robonosuke is coming online. We still have a little weirdness in the gaps. I'm curious as hell were it's all leading so bring on the big bois.

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Satisified (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes x CEO Omega Female Reader

Summary: You've been in love with James Barnes for... forever, it seems like. For the past two years of his marriage to your sister, you've been repressing your romantic feelings towards him because he's married. You'd never hurt your sister like that. 

But after she passes away suddenly, James leaves. Leaving you alone and giving you a position of wealth that you never wanted. 

Four years later, you're trying your best to keep things together until James barges back into your life. To his surprise though, you want to get married. You want to settle down, regardless if you love your future partner or not. 

And James... well... he doesn't quite know how to feel about it.

Not really.

Chapter Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, angst, discussions of children and marriage.

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Apologies for the small hiatus. I took a small vacation in LA and some family stuff came up. But, here I am back with the new chapter! I hope this makes up for my absence!

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Word Count: 5,160

A little later, at the party with you…

You never really liked going to parties.

Any extravagant social events, really.

However, as you looked at yourself in the mirror, observing your current fit for the night⎯ you couldn’t help but be lowkey kinda proud of yourself.

Your crimson red dress was on point.

Your makeup was on point.

Really, you were proud.

Plus, your parents were going to be here. Some tiny part of you wanted to go; to be there so they wouldn’t be alone.

Almost thirty years old, and you were still a people pleaser.

At least that hadn’t changed at all. Somewhere deep inside you, that was a comforting feeling.

At least that part of you was still there, even after all these years.

The women’s bathroom was empty. The party barely started, so you were left with some privacy to yourself before things got crazier. Your Omega wasn’t really fond of all the partying. It was too loud. Too many people. All the scents were going to get mixed up and it was going to officially give her whiplash.

No thank you.

Clearly irritated with everything and anything; she sunk back down, laying in her cage in the back of your mind.

She was going to be peaceful.

For now.

With that embedded in your mind, you finally mustered up the courage to leave the women’s bathroom.

If you were gonna be totally honest, it hadn’t been a shabby bathroom. The bathroom had a waiting room with two long couches, a huge gold mirror with vintage details, and the bathroom behind it that was separated by the door.

The bathroom was bigger, with six stalls and six sinks. And like every rich person out there, it was minimalistic with marble granite countertops for the sinks.

The loud chatter of people engaging in conversation alerted you to why you were here.

Charity galas.

You did them once a month. Mostly to raise money, and unfortunately, as a result, see other depraved rich people try and pretend that they actually gave a shit about poor people and “doing it out of the goodness of their hearts.”

You called bullshit.

Either way, you reminded yourself to keep your head up. It would be the only thing that would keep you sane.

As you weaved through the crowd, people who you couldn’t recognize, or maybe their names didn’t pop into your head at that very second; you finally made your way to the refreshment table.

When you were younger and your parents brought you to these types of parties with Dot, you’d escape to the refreshment and snack table. She was much more social than you, often talking to other politicians, heirs, heiresses, or any other rich person.

Somehow, you had an inkling feeling that people still compared you to your sister. Tabloids did it. Your parents did it sometimes. Other people who you grew up with within your social class did it too. Especially after Dot’s death; the comparison came back.

You hated it.

You hated everything.

You were so tired.

Running your parent’s empire got easier as the years had gone on. You could even admit you enjoyed running the company your own way. It was something you had gotten used to in the past four years.

Recently however, talk started.

You were an Omega. An unbonded, unmatted Omega. You knew if your parents were more determined, they would’ve written up a Bondmate Contract and you would’ve been locked into a marriage with an Alpha you didn’t know. Forget love.

Love was fucking dead.

You had loved once. And look where that got you!

Dot and James had been the luckier ones in your elite circle. They had fallen in love out of their own volition and had been happy together. Of course, that didn’t mean an Alpha and an Omega in a Bondmate Contract couldn’t learn to love each other. Steve Rogers and his Omega were prime examples of love coming from an arranged union.

Your mother suggested to you last month since your thirtieth birthday had come and gone, that maybe it was time for you to begin to start looking for a potential Alpha to settle down with.

You told her you’d consider it.

But now though, you were really starting to ponder it. Surely, you could find some nice, boring rich Alpha to settle down with? Someone who would leave you to your own devices but still; you could be somewhat comfortable enough to be with?

That could be possible, right?

It was what you thought about as you grabbed a glass of lemonade, sipping at it while grabbing a small plate so you could stock up on snacks. Picking up the tongs, you loaded your plate up and resigned yourself to the edge of the huge ballroom that had been converted into the charity gala tonight.

Now you were starting to feel like yourself again.

Munching happily on your snacks and drinking your lemonade, you politely greeted people as they passed by if they caught a glimpse of you.

For the first time in a while, you felt safe.

For the first time in a while, you felt as if you could finally let your shoulders loose and breathe.

For the first time in a while, you admitted that you didn’t feel like it was such a burden, seeing all the sympathetic looks thrown your way whenever someone whispered about James not being here.

For the first time in a while, you admitted that you didn’t miss James all that much. That feeling of hurt that bloomed in your chest that twisted and turned when you thought about him was lighter these days.

And then, as if the universe wanted to torture you once more; the doors opened.

And you saw it.

Familiar blue eyes and that head of chestnut brown hair that you’d never forget.

That familiar feeling of hurt bloomed in your chest. And it twisted and turned.

No.

No. No. No.

No.

He didn’t want to be here.

He didn’t want to come here.

He had been gallivanting around Europe for the past four years, trying to find himself after the death of his wife.

Some might have called it running away from his problems.

He liked to call it soul-searching.

But whatever people liked to call it, he was back now.

From the looks of it, not much had changed since he wrote the letter and basically fled the country. People were still the same. Everything still looked the same.

… except you.

James Buchanan Barnes, possibly for the first time ever in his life ever since he left you looked at you.

Actually looked at you.

He was aware and all-knowing of your wallflower behavior. You didn’t like crowds, and you also weren’t fond of socializing. So he wasn’t at all surprised when he found you standing at the edge of the ballroom that had been converted into the party space tonight.

But he was surprised at your attire tonight. Makeup was evident on your face, and while he knew you and makeup were civil, he was more surprised at your dress. Mostly ardently, the color of your dress.

Had you always worn red?

The crimson red dress you wore for this occasion had a v-neckline, but it didn’t go too deep to expose your cleavage. James knew it was Versace right away. He could just tell.

You always had better luck with Versace than any other high-end luxury store.

Already, James could hear the hushed whispers. He could see the staring. The prying eyes. However, he paid them no heed.

As he always did.

Like he was a king, the people made room. They parted, so he could have space to walk over to where you were. Like an insipid wallflower in your younger days, hiding at the edge of rooms wishing time ticked by faster; so you could go home quicker.

He was almost like a god, the way he commanded a presence without making himself known. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to raise his voice. People just flocked to him like a bee drawn to flower nectar.

Your eyes remained empty when he finally caught sight of your eyes.

It made him rear back a little in surprise.

Surely, you’d be happy to see him? You had always been happy to see him.

“You didn’t cut your hair,” you said as your form of greeting.

A hand reached to tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear. “No,” he chuckled.

“Seems things didn’t change for you. You still look the same,” you spoke breezily, popping another one of your snacks on your plate in your mouth.

And he did still look the same. The tall, broad-shouldered Alpha still had the same golden-hour tanned skin, the twinkling crystal blue eyes, and the shiny chestnut brown hair that looked thick and fluffy. Hell, he was still wearing the same color as always.

Black.

“And you’re wearing red. Have you always worn red?” He replied to you, his face full of amusement.

“I don’t know Sasha, have you always decided to run away from your problems?”

His face dropped.

“You know why I had to do it,” came from him a low growl.

“Did I?” You countered, tilting your head to the side in sarcasm. “Sorry, must’ve missed the memo. Maybe next time when I’m thinking about fleeing the country and I’ll just leave you a note too.”

A deep growl of warning came from the Alpha. Your Omega snarled within you, baring her teeth at the Alpha she had treasured for the longest time.

Undeterred, you took another gulp of your lemonade. Still glaring daggers at him. When you stepped an inch closer to him, before deciding fuck it; and moved so you could be inches away from his face, something within his cold mask exterior cracked a little.

You quite literally put the fear of God in him when you looked at him with those cold eyes.

“I spent four years cleaning up after your goddamn mess,” you told him in a low voice. You didn’t really care if you were looking bitchy right now. You just didn’t give a shit anymore. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your parents rushing over to you. That didn’t stop you to continue to dish it out to him, right in his face.

“... so don’t come here and expect me to just pretend like nothing ever happened. Go smile and primp to people who are stupider than me.”

Your mother pulled you away from your brother-in-law, whispering something hastily in your ear. You didn’t catch it.

Or maybe you just didn’t want to hear it.

Too many of the old feelings you had toward James bubbled up to the surface again.

Anger. Resentment. Grief. Sadness. Longing.

Those emotions pushed themselves to the forefront like you were doing a stage play. They were all coming full circle.

You just didn’t care.

You didn’t care anymore.

After the party, with you…

You were still pissed.

You had managed to control your temper, only occasionally glaring at James throughout the night.

You tried your best to avoid him, even ignoring the pang of hurt that appeared in your chest every time you locked eyes with him.

Were you being a little petty? Yeah. You were. You could totally admit that you were being petty, the way you snarked at him and acted the way you did.

You felt as if you were going to snap if he walked up to you. And it seemed your parents knew this because they tried their damndest to keep the two of you apart from each other.

To their luck, you didn’t snap at anyone. Or him, for that matter. Which was a win in their book.

Your mother being an Omega while your father being an Alpha made you even secretly hope for a love match. Call it what you wanted, but you wanted that too. You just wanted to be happy back then.

Of course, you accepted a long time ago that you would never get the happy ending you wanted with James. It had been a hard pill to swallow when they had been married, but it had fully solidified when he had left after the funeral. Your dreams of genuinely falling in love crashed and burned when you finally accepted that for the foreseeable future, or possibly forever; he wasn’t coming back.

It was a gruesome thing to accept in your heart, but you had accepted it. You had made peace with it a long time ago.

But when you had laid eyes on him every time you did earlier that night, every romantic push you felt towards him came back. Like you were in a trance and you couldn’t pull yourself out of it.

God, sometimes you fucking hated Alphas. You couldn’t kill them, and you couldn’t live with them.

Later, after the charity gala ended and most of the patrons had gone home; you stayed behind. Your parents had bidded you goodnight and told you to get home safe before they went home. You had made sure everything had been cleaned up and taken care of before you gave the servers and the security guards a little bit of extra payment, and walked to your car.

As you walked to your car, you thought that you were alone.

It was cold. A little bit windy too. Luckily for you, you remembered to pack a jacket. With your jacket keeping you warm, you breathed out, fogging up the space in front of you.

Hearing footsteps coming toward you made you turn around a little.

When you saw who it was, your eyes narrowed dangerously. A familiar whiff of an oceany, musky scent filled your senses. Your Omega sat, perched. She even eyed the incoming Alpha with a smidge of disdain.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, even when James joined you on the sidewalk in front of the building.

“... I sold the penthouse.”

That caught your attention. You were at the very least, surprised at his admission.

“Why?” You questioned him, confused.

James wasn’t smiling. He looked far away almost. Lost in his own thoughts and memories. It just reminded you of how different both of you were now.

“Do you know why I just packed up and left the country without telling anyone?”

Oh, and now he was changing the subject.

How wonderful.

“... because everything reminded me of her. Everywhere I went, everywhere I looked. Dot was always there. Sometimes, I thought I could still see her. Like her ghost was haunting me. I was so sick and tired of having people come up to me and talk about her. I got sick and tired of people telling me over and over about how sad that felt for me. They didn’t know her like we did. They didn’t know how much it hurt.”

They didn’t know her like we did.

We.

Not I. Not me.

We.

“... so I just decided I needed to get away. That this⎯” he gestured all around you, even to the streets, “... that this was too much for me. I just needed to… get away.”

“And so you dumped everything on my lap.” You theorized. “It wasn’t like that,” came his protest.

“Then what the hell was it, James?!” You exclaimed to him. “You weren’t the only one suffering! We all were! I get that you needed space! I’m just mad you didn’t even bother telling me!”

Your shout made him jerk back. You were looking at him with such a sorrowful, pained expression that it ate away at him.

The guilt.

“I needed you,” he admitted in a hoarse voice. You hadn’t even thought about how much the emotions were getting to the both of you. In the dim light of the moon and the twinkling stars in the sky, you saw how tears pricked at his eyes. They made his eyes look shiny and glassy. Like water rippling when the sun shined on it.

“I needed you and I couldn’t come to you. I didn’t know how. I thought⎯” he stopped for a second to swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “I thought that I could handle it on my own. But when it came to be too much, I…”

“You ran away. Because you couldn’t shoulder it by yourself.” Your soft tone made his head feel a little clearer.

“Sasha,” you whispered to him once the silence had stretched for a little too long.

The Alpha in question finally looked at you.

“I needed you, too,” you quietly confessed to him. “But I couldn’t be your sister-in-law. I needed my own time to mourn. Not to be given the company. To have all of this weight on my shoulders.”

James didn’t say anything. You didn’t really expect him to.

Mostly because his eyes did all of the talking that he wasn’t able to.

“I’m not saying I don’t forgive you. I don’t.” You said finally after a while. “I didn’t even apologize,” he pointed out. You just shrugged. “Just in case you decide to give an apology later,” you supplied.

For the first time in a long while, you saw the corners of his lips twitch up into a smile.

You never thought you’d be on the receiving end of those smiles ever again.

That very next morning…

James woke up to see white walls.

For a moment there, he was confused about where he was. He felt groggy and tired. Befuddled, the dark-haired Alpha rose from the huge double bed in the guest room. His feet thudded against the hardwood floor, making thumping noises as he headed for his suitcase. After he changed into some fresh clothes, he heard a door open down the hallway.

You had also woken up and already washed your face and brushed your teeth. After putting on your skincare and sunblock, you scurried back into your room to change.

Today, considering it was the weekend, you were going to see your parents for lunch. You usually met up with your parents at least once a month at the max.

And when you closed your bedroom door, was when James stepped out of the guest room. A surprised look came over your face.

“Oh, you’re awake. The bathroom’s right next to your bedroom,” you told him shortly before your phone pinged. Distracted, you took your phone out of your pocket. Since you were currently preoccupied, this gave James a good eye to finally look at you. Your hair was up and tied, so it wouldn’t get in your face when you had done your skincare.

But what struck him the most was that you were still wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. And considering you weren’t wearing anything else under your tank top, he saw how your nipples peeked through.

It felt wrong.

He shouldn’t be looking at you like that. You had been his best friend. You were his sister-in-law. The number one person he had wished and wanted to seek out when the person who bound you two together had perished. He didn’t want to dishonor Dot’s memory like this.

“... yeah, so… no… no… no. That’s fine. Yeah, you can do that. Don’t hire Beck. You know what happened last time. I don’t care what Hammer says. You know he was in cahoots with Stane? And look where Stane ended up. In fucking jail. If anything, I should expose Beck for tax fraud so his ass ends up in jail.” You bitched, clearly on a roll. Your jaw was tensed up, and you looked about ready to throttle someone.

Your pheromones were giving off an intense whiff of your scent of peaches and cinnamon. It spiked up considerably. Your Omega herself was getting agitated.

Silent as a stealthy cat, he strode his way toward you and rubbed his wrist against the Gland on your wrist to calm you down.

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The thick scent of an oceany, musky whiff entered your nose.

Touch you Jesus, James’s scent was always intense. He screamed Alpha.

“Yeah, yeah…” your mutters into the phone echoed in his ears once you caught your breath. You were nodding into your phone at whatever Peter was saying, making mental notes in your head as he rattled on. Peter was always a fast talker, but you somehow kept up with him. It was why his previous mentor Tony and he worked so well until the young Alpha made the decision to be your personal assistant.

“... okay, I’ll come to that meeting, don’t worry. And then my calendar is going to be full for this week, so you don’t have to worry about that… you should really take a vacation one of these days Peter, go to Universal Studios in California or something…” you said with a soft sigh, before nodding and speaking for a few more moments, and then you concluded the call.

“Who was that?”

You looked at James. Then, your face brightened. “Peter! He’s my personal assistant,” you informed the Alpha with a cheerful tone. “He’s a great young man. He graduated from MIT. Full scholarship and all. He’s just trying to get more experience before Tony steps down and Peter takes over his company.”

“I didn’t know Tony was stepping down.” James sounded confused.

“Tony’s been wanting to step down for a while,” you admitted to him. “Besides, Peter’s his protégé,” you explained to him.

“Oh.”

A slightly awkward silence loomed over the two of you before he nervously cleared his throat.

“Heading out today?” he asked politely.

You gave him a quick nod.

“Yes. I’m meeting up with my parents today for lunch.”

Another ping from your phone made your eyes dart back down to your hand. So did James.

“It’s just my mom,” you said with a sigh. Realizing that you still needed to fix your hair and do your makeup, you chose to turn around to head back into your room.

“You can come to lunch if you want. I can ask my parents. I don’t think they’d say no.” Your voice was heard as James stared at your back.

“Oh…” he blinked a little in surprise. “Yeah… that’s… fine.”

“Alright then.”

And then he saw you enter your room before the door closed, separating both of you.

Later…

“Darling, it’ll be fine. She and James will be here soon.”

Your father watched as your mother pulled out her phone once again for possibly the fifth time that afternoon. Seeing her unlock her iPhone with the face ID, she swiped through the chat. Endless messages from you to her were all she read as a way to pass the time.

From where they sat in the Italian restaurant that they chose for lunch, the sound of your mother typing away at her keyboard was all he heard for the next two minutes before her phone pinged. So did his.

It was a message from you.

We’ll be there soon.

“See?” Your mother heard her husband say to her. “They’ll be fine. They’ll be a few minutes late, but who cares? She’s never missed a day with us. You know that.”

She knew that. She did.

But the knowledge that her son-in-law, the same one that fled and basically dumped the entire company in your lap without even saying a “goodbye” still gave her a bitter taste in her mouth. It was very unpleasant.

So when you eventually came to the restaurant with James in tow beside you; it just didn’t feel the same. It didn’t give her that same feeling as greeting an old friend after a long time.

No.

Instead, it made her feel like she was seeing a ghost. Or like she was seeing someone who had become just another stranger in the crowd.

She said nothing when her husband greeted the Alpha, choosing to stay silent and only give James a nod as a form of greeting him.

You certainly noticed it. After you all got a table and chose what you wanted to eat, you silently announced that you were going to the bathroom to wash your hands. While giving your mother that look.

“I know you don’t really like him mom,” was what you said as you washed your hands, looking at her from the mirror. “... but can you just say at least some words to him? Like, I dunno… ask him about his travels or something. Even I haven’t asked him about that shit yet.”

She didn’t say anything at first. Just washed her hands and moved from the sink to the air dryer where she dried off her hands. It was only when you finished washing your hands, and dried off yours too; did she finally speak.

“I don’t hate him, dear.”

You paused from drying off your hands. But, you said nothing. A silent motion to let her continue.

“I’m angry at him. I’m angry that he left us without telling us anything. I’m angry that he left you the company and didn’t even warn you. Or even have the courtesy to even tell you. That’s what I’m angry about.”

Her words made you lift your hands from underneath the air dryer. She watched as you turned around, shaking your hands of any lingering water before you let out a sigh.

“I haven’t talked to him about it,” you confessed.

“I don’t know how to feel about it. But when I’m ready, I’ll… I’ll talk to him about it.”

Your mother didn’t miss the faraway look on your face.

But, she didn’t question it. Or bring it up.

“Come on.” she gave you a small smile.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

James had been knee deep into his lasagna when your mother brought up the topic.

“So, dear…” your mother addressed you. Like James, you were also knee deep into your pasta dish. So you didn’t look up for a few seconds.

“Mhmm?” you said, your mouth still full of food. Giving her a nod, you encouraged her to keep talking.

“Have you been thinking about settling down?”

A choking noise interrupted you. Your eyes widening, you patted James’s back, helping him swallow the food that went down the wrong pipe.

Catching his breath, James offered an apologetic smile to your parents. You leaned into his ear to tell him to drink some of his water to help.

“Well…” you said, pursing your lips into a line. Pondering it. Thinking about it.

“I have… thought about it.” you said slowly, your fingers clenching around your fork a little tighter.

James couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

If he was going to be honest, he never really saw you as the type to settle down. Get a partner, maybe. He could very well imagine you being with another Alpha or Beta. An Omega was a maybe.

But settling down? Marrying? Having a pup? Having a Pack?

It baffled him. It confused him.

So when you spoke again, that weird gut-wrenching feeling submerged itself in his gut and didn’t leave.

“I think… I think I’ll start looking for someone. A harmless Alpha. I’ll have to think about getting off my medication too,” you let out a sigh, already feeling the incoming stress.

“Oh. That’s good, sweetheart.” Your mother and your father were smiling at you, while James couldn’t believe his ears.

Even after lunch was done and you and he bid your parents goodbye, the strange feeling still didn’t leave him.

When both of you returned back to the penthouse, you turned off your car and checked the rear mirror to check if the garage door was closed. The sounds of you taking off your seat belt and getting out of the car echoed in his ears. James sat in the passenger’s seat for a couple of seconds, gathering his thoughts. Eventually though, he followed your lead.

Leading him into the penthouse, you both got back up to the kitchen area. Stepping out of the elevator, the dark-haired Alpha finally spoke.

“You want to settle down?”

You stopped in your tracks. You did however; yeet your purse onto the kitchen island. It fell on the marbled countertop and tipped over like a sack of potatoes.

“I want pups,” was your answer.

“But that doesn’t answer the question,” he said, walking toward you. Letting out a sigh, you turned so you could look at him.

For the first time today, you felt bad for him. You saw how uncomfortable he was during the lunch meetup, and how he choked on his lunch when you confirmed your want to start a Pack.

“I think it does,” you responded back, your expression still the same.

“But you won’t love them.” He protested.

“What does love have to do with siring pups?”

Okay sure, in retrospect, your words might’ve been harsh. Cut throat.

But you’d grown dillsuioned with love. The only Alpha you had really loved was right in front of you.

And the Alpha in front of you exploded.

All of his feelings had flooded to the surface.

“It has everything to do with it!” His roar made you jerk back a little in surprise. You weren’t scared of him. You knew he’d never hurt you. James could be the evillest person in the world, and he’d still never lay a hand on you.

“Don’t you know what a bite on your gland means?” He continued, making you bare your teeth a little.

“Of course I know what it means!” You shouted back at him, starting to feel a little pissed off.

“But that doesn’t mean I have to be in love with the person! Not all of us are that fortunate, James!”

Just what the hell did that even mean?

Perplexed, James spoke your name.

You hadn’t even realized what you had said until it was too late. Your throat felt as if it was closing up. Anxiety crawled up your throat as you looked at him in horror.

Seeing the look on your face, he moved so he could embrace you.

“You’re in love, flower.” he breathed out, holding you close.

“It⎯” you choked out, refraining from crying hysterically.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said through your sobs.

“Yes it does,” he whispered in your ear. His oceancy scent keeping you upfront. Stable.

“I just need someone stable. Someone boring. Someone basic.”

“But,” James said in protest, however seeing you shake your head quieted him.

“I’m not like you, James. I can’t afford love. I want to start a family. This’ll be good for everyone.”

James didn’t like those words.

He didn’t like them one bit.

“Fine. I’ll help you. I’ll help you find a nice, helpless, boring Alpha. It’s what you deserve.”

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Fic Taglist: @sebsgirl71479, @thegirlnextdoorssister, @cjand10, @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

[ybblue]

Your Boyfriend, Blue

I'm fleshing out what my YB is like since I'm rather fond of the idea everyone has a unique YB just for them. Feel free to keep reading!

Stats:

Nickname: Blue Age: 29 Pronouns: He/Him Skin Color: Blue Eye Color: Blue Hair: He has short hair!

In this universe, everyone is a 'blurbo,' which I am defining here to mean "blob-like character," where your hair/skin tend to match colors, people can be any color, and everyone is even more cartoonishly drawn than normal.

YB, himself, appears much more docile and soft, filling the role of a sub male yandere. YB in this universe is named Blue by his Y/N.

Myers-Briggs Type: ESFJ (extraverted, observant, feeling, judging) Core Traits: Warm Affection, Energetic, Detail-Orientated Flaws: Obsessive, Insecure, Hesitant Quirks: Stalker, Pop Culture Nerd, Aspiring YouTuber

While most YB are antisocial, Blue is really great at fitting in and hiding his antipathy from people around him. He knows you need people to survive, and he makes due. (In a meta sense, he was born later than his counterparts in the other universes and has seen what being a vicious asshole gets you in the end - your Y/N's hatred!)

Blue knows he has a lot of natural charisma and puts it to work. He is very extraverted and people tend to like him. Given how much practice he has put into his façade, Blue is quite good at convincing others that he likes them and he can get along with practically anyone.

Random Factoids:

(As spoken in his voice.)

"I'd have to say my favorite color is purple. Why? No reason. I just like the color." (His Y/N has purple skin in this world.)

"Mmm, favorite food, now we're talking! It's so hard to pick just one thing, you know? If I want to sound sophisticated, I should say I like something fancy, maybe something French? But, if I'm being honest with you, the minute I smell movie theater popcorn, I go feral."

"Naturally, my favorite book changes all the time, but most recently I read This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, and it's blown me away. There's just something about the way those two characters love each other... It's beautiful, and I relate to it, though I don't think I can really explain why. I heard about the book from some guy on Twitter named Bigolas Dickolas."

"So, everyone has a favorite movie, right? Really, it's more like a comfort movie. It's a movie you watch that always cheers you up or just reminds you of the best things in life. There's this silly little movie called Densha Otoko, Train Man in English. It's this Japanese flick that's supposedly based on a true story of some guy who saved a girl from being harassed on a train. He falls in love with the girl, but he's too shy to ask her out. Random people on the internet on a more wholesome version of 4ch*n basically cheer lead him into asking the girl out. Really, the whole movie is sweet. It always lifts my spirits when I see it."

"There's only four seasons, but all of them are pretty good in my opinion. Just when you get fed up with one season, the next one is just around the corner. I guess, gun to my head, I'd pick winter, but I can't really explain why that is. Winter just seems... and pardon my pun... like the coolest time of year. Everything is dark, things are dying, and honestly the cold is used to represent a lot of villains in stories. But, on the flip side, winter is when most people have a lot of holidays and get togethers and the like. Not that I experienced it for myself yet... but, I think winter might be the best season because its easier to justify snuggling up with your partner. Just thinking about pulling someone close under the blankets while you watch a cliché holiday movie... doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Dogs! I love dogs for sure. They are so loyal, you know? Supposedly if you kick a dog, it will still love you, not that I'm advocating for that, but I just think its fascinating for a creature to love so unconditionally. Maybe its weird, but I relate to that a little bit."

Well, that's all I have for now. I really like Blue a lot, so I'll probably post some more random stuff. I might even make an attempt to draw random comic stuff with him in it.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

My Little Hybrid Family_Part 16

Tags: @ sweeneyblue1

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

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Malleus had several bluerays of gothic architecture to study along with the books, so why then did his eyes lingered on you? 

Specifically whenever one of your other hybrids would touch you. His eyes would naturally trail to were their arm or hand was, as if he was enraptured by the mere sight. This would continue for weeks. 

Leona was the first to realized Malleus’ attention and he would take great pleasure in cuddling you in front of Malleus throwing a smirk his way when you weren’t looking. Ahh, that lion hybrid was quite annoying in Malleus’ eyes to try to bait him like that. 

Floyd was the second to realize where Malleus’ eyes now rested. He wasn’t as goading about it as Leona was but would stare at Malleus drolly, almost like a challenge. 

Azul, Jamil and Jade were the third ones to figure it out. But none of them cared enough to get into kind of hybrid war like Leona and Floyd was having with Malleus. 

Kalim wasn’t stupid by any means, he just had a tendency not to sweat the small stuff. Meaning that minute details weren’t really this thing. But one day he had thrown his arms around you from behind with a huge smile. You laughed and began rocking side to side as you continued your conversation with Azul. Kalim having no real interest in it, began to wander is gaze. That’s when his eyes fell on Malleus, whose green  eyes were glued to Kalim’s arms around your shoulders. 

How odd. 

It took him a bit of observing int he following days but suddenly  it jack hammered into Kalim’s brain. 

Oh, no!! 

This won’t do! 

He must rectify this immediately!! 

___ ___ ___

You gave a sigh as you stepped back into the house. You hated having to go on errands involving company business. Although you had a basic understanding, business wasn’t really your thing. And having people smile and grin their way through presentations for you, when they were really looking for something, annoyed you for some reason. 

You were just glad to be back in the house. 

“Welcome back, Mistress! Allow me to take your coat.” Jade spoke coming towards you to help you shrug it off. 

“Ahh, thank you. Jade.” 

“Dinner will be served shortly. Jamil has made your favorite.” 

Your eyes lit up, “Ahh, wonderful!! I’m looking forward to it!” 

“Until then, Mistress, please wash up and head to the living room. The others will be waiting for you.” 

You grinned, feeling refreshed already, as you head to your room to get a shower.  Afterwards, you migrated back downstairs and into the living room. Leona was laying on one couch, while Malleus, Kalim and Floyd were sitting on another. Azul occupied a chair, busy typing away on the laptop. You giggled to yourself. How did they manage to agree on a single channel on the TV without the room being destroyed? 

Kalim popped up the moment you entered, “How was your day, Mistress?” 

“Tiring! I’d rather not think on it!” 

Floyd laughed, “Come join us, Shrimpy and forget about that boring stuff!” 

“That boring stuff is what keeps a roof over all of our heads.” Azul said this without looking up frm the laptop. 

“Oooo…” Floyd sung. 

Kalim rushed over and grabbed your hand and making you smile. He grinned as he pulled you to the couch between Malleus and Floyd. Floyd laughed and made a bee line for you but then Kalim growled at him, shooting him a glare. 

It was so uncharacteristic of Kalim that everyone stopped. Floyd just paused blinking comically. Leona had risen his head up to look while Malleus cocked his head. 

Azul stared at Kalim with confused expression, “Did you….just growl, Kalim?” 

Kalim only laughed once.

Then to everyone’s surprised he reached over and picked up Malleus’ wrist adjusting his hand on your arm. 

Azul pushed his glassed up his nose, “What is he…?” 

“Oh my…” 

By now Jade and Jamil were standing int he doorway to the living room just watching this in a kind of stupor. 

Kalim was so focused as he grabbed Malleus’ other hand and adjusted and readjusted until finally he stepped away satisfied. 

“There!! Now Malleus’ can share Mistress like we do!!” 

You were so shocked that you had went mute. 

Malleus had looked down at the arrangement the Kalim had made. His arm closest to you was threaded through yours and he was holding your wrist. Then your hand was resting in his other hand. 

Jamil was the first to break out of it and rushed over, pulling on Kalim’s ears. “What are you doing?!” he hissed. 

Kalim winced, “Malleus obviously wanted to hug Mistress too but didn’t know how. So I thought I’d show him. What’s wrong with that? I don’t want him to feel left out!” 

Jamil released his ear and Kalim rubbed at it while you just blinked. Then finally you looked at Malleus who was looking at your entwined hands, “Is…is that true….Malleus?” 

Malleus blinked at your words finally snapping out it. Reluctantly he began to distengle himself, “Forgive me, Miss. Y/N….” 

You automatically reached out and captured his hand making his green eyes lock with yours, “Is it true? I don’t want you to feel force to do something you don’t want to do.” 

Leona snorted, “Are you kidding? The lizard has been sideeyeing you ever time one of us touch you. It’s disgusting really. And then have you noticed that Malleus has bumped into you quite a few times? That wasn’t coincidental, you know?”

You released Malleus hand much to his disappointment. “Wait, you guys were aware of it?! Wait, you bumped into me on accident, on purpose?!” You kept looking between the room and Malleus as you didn’t know what to start with first.

Floyd responded, “It was quite sad to watch. He purposely set up running into you just so he could accidentally touch you. What is he a toddler or something?”  

Malleus knew that the others would probably figure it out but he didn’t expect to be called out in this manner. He made well sure that it was accidental. 

Even if it was on purpose. 

He hated himself for doing such an underhanded thing but that was th eonly thing he oculd think of, especially after the first real run in. 

Azul pushed his glasses up as he had long since returned ot his typing, “And it’s kind of hard not to notice. Took Kalim long enough.” 

You looked back at Malleus. With a start you realized he was looking at your hand rather forlornly. Tentatively you lifted it and offered it to him. It was Malleus’ turn to be surprised at this gesture as he just stared at your hand. You kept from giggling at his expression and wiggled your fingers towards him. 

Then finally after a long moment, he carefully took your hand into both of his. 

How come you were just now noticing this? 

Then you glared up at your hybrids, “So you guys noticed and never said anything?” 

Leona looked at you with a bored expression, “I ain’t the babysitter. When I want you, I let you know. First come, first serve.” 

Floyd pouted at Malleus’ holding your hand, “Now, we have to share Mistress with one more. Like I need more to fight when deciding who gets to cuddle Shrimpy.” 

“So over here we have the jealous group and you three?” You rolled your eyes and looked at the Azul, Jade and Jamil. 

Azul paused in his typing to look up at you, “Do I look like I have time to indulge is such games that do not yield any dividends? Unlike these idiots I’m busy cultivating my mind.” 

“Why? Not like you use it.” snorted Leona. 

“So I should remain an uncouth oaf like you?” 

Clacking of the keyboard could be heard as Jamil responded, “I’m too busy preparing meals everyday. Getting into a childish argument especially with these two…” he gestured to Leona and Floyd, “...is not on the menu.” 

You shifted your exasperated eyes to Jade for his excuse. 

“Fufufu, it was quite entertaining, no?” 

“Aaaand the apathetic club, over here!” you snorted before pushing Floyd away with your other arm, “Kalim take a seat here. You are clearly the only one that deserves it right now.” 

Kalim happily obeyed before wrapping his arms around yours and leaning his chin on shoulder. He grinned at Malleus. 

At least some one, in this house, didn’t display jealous tendencies. You squeezed Malleus’ hand making him lift his gaze towards you. You smiled gently, “If you ever want to hold my hand, just let me know.” 

“Or a hug! Or cuddles! Mistress doesn’t mind! You are part of this family now so don’t be shy!!” Kalim added. 

Malleus’ eyebrow rose up as you nodded. 

“Like I said, you don’t have to force yourself if you don’t want to.” 

“No. This is….pleasant.” He looked back at your hands, a soft smile forming on is face. This was way nicer than the accidental brushes he set up. 

Jamil sighed before spinning on heel, “Meanwhile dinner is ready!”

You gave Malleus’ hand another squeeze before standing up.  Malleus didn’t allow disappointment to show on his face so he was quite surprised when you looped an arm around his. He looked down at you. 

“Is this okay?” you asked peering into his face for any signs of distress. 

A small smile worked it’s way onto the dragonic fae face, “It is acceptable.” 

He really liked it when you voluntarily touched him. 

How strange! 

He hated it from humans before. 

There was a myriad of activity as you all entered the dining room. You were busy trying to get Floyd off your other arm as he suddenly was feeling needy. 

More like jealous in your book. 

A small punishment would be sufficed. 

Kalim just laughed unbothered by being edged out by Floyd. Jamil and Jade had returned to the kitchen as Azul calmly took a seat at the table. 

You flapped a hand at Floyd, “Stop!! Get some maturity, Floyd!” 

“But I don’t wanna.” 

“I didn’t ask.” you growled lightly as you released Malleus to sit in his chair, “Sit down, Floyd!!” 

Floyd pouted but did as you ask. You turned and walked into the kitchen, “Anything I can help with?” 

“Absolutely not!!” Jamil cried. 

“I agree! We handle everything in here, Miss. Y/N.” responded Jade. 

“Oh, come on! Relieve me of your twin!” You glance out the door to see Floyd beady eyes on you.  

Jade chuckled, “Fufufu, while I hesitate to get involved perhaps, you could take this tray of food out there.”

Kalim came bounding into the kitchen, “Is the food done?” 

You lifted the tray, “First up!” 

“You shouldn’t be doing that! Let me have it!!” Kalim cried taking the tray out of hands. 

“Be careful, Kalim!!” Jamil scolded. 

You giggled at this. You weren’t an invalid but it seemed your hybrids liked it when you did the chores as less as possible. Which reminds you, it was your turn to cook coming up. You had put your foot down and compromise that twice a month they would let you cook for them at least. It had taken you pesturing Jamil for a week straight, to get him to agree. 

You turned to confirm with the calendar when your eyes fell on the a particular date. 

Has it really been almost a year since your parents death? 

You couldn’t believe that time had flown by so quickly. 

“Mistress…Miss. Y/N….Y/N!!!” 

You snapped out of it to see Jamil had his hand on your shoulder. 

“Ahh, sorry about that!” you stated. 

Jamil’s gray eyes bored into yours. “Are you okay?”

 “Hmm, fine!” 

You turned to see Jade staring at you as well as Kalim standing the doorway, his usually joviallty no where to be seen. 

“Look food is getting cold.” you chirped,  “We have wasted enough time. Let’s eat!!” 

It was better not to go down that rabbit hole right now. 

—  —  —

“Let someone else have a turn, Floyd!!” Jamil snapped. 

“I don’t wanna!! I haven’t cuddle the Shrimpy all day!!” Floyd replied. 

Kalim pouted, “I actually want to stay with our Mistress tonight.” 

Azul raised an eyebrow, “Floyd, I think perhaps you should concede tonight. Jade?” 

Jade had the same serene smile as he ignored Azul who sighed. He knew that Jade liked th drama but hasn’t he had enough already? 

Leona growled, “I won’t be telling you this again…” 

“Ya, Sea Lion got her last time! You need to shut up!” Floyd snapped. 

“What did you say? Say it to my face!” 

“I would like a chance tonight, if possible…” 

The calm voice was the one that broke through the chaos. Even you who was watching in concern looked up at the voice. 

Malleus looked thoughtful before looking around, “Yes, I would like….I mean, if that is alright.” He snuck a look at you. 

Leona growled, “In a span of a day, you’ve gotten bold!” 

Malleus blinked, “Have I? I just thought since all of you have had a turn, perhaps I could get on too. Is there anything wrong with that?” 

Kalim was the first to snap out of it, “Of course not!! It’s settled! It is Malleus’ turn to cuddle our Mistress tonight! It’s only fair!!” 

Malleus smiled a little at this. It seemed that Kalim was his strongest supporter. After you, Kalim was the only one that didn’t seem scared of him. Actually it seemed that the others didn’t fear him like when he first arrived but they didn’t go out of their way either. Leona was the exception that picked on him since the first time he came out of his room.

Floyd grumbled as Leona rolled his eyes.

No one else had anything to say. 

The next morning, Malleus’ could see why Floyd did a 180 in a span of a night. It was extremely pleasant with you, especially since you didn’t grope inaappporatiely at him. He had his reservations about this but he was highly curious since your other hybrids seemed to like it so much. 

“How was it?” Kalim asked leaning on the dining table next to him after Malleus sat down with a small smile on his face.  

Malleus continued to smile, “Hm.” 

Kalim laughed, “I’m glad to hear it, Malleus!!” 

Azul pushed up his glasses, “Seems even Malleus has been taken with Miss. Y/N! Miss. Y/N, however do you do it? What is your charm? I must know!!” 

You made a funny pose, “By the power of the moon!!” 

Everyone laughed. 

Part 17

[phantasmaltrain]

split tracks chapter two time !! i’m definitely trying to work out an update schedule and so far with my up and down motivation biweekly seems stable enough :]

check it out on ao3 if you prefer that!

or read below the cut!

general summary :

emmet goes home early; both in hopes of solving his headache, and solving the mystery behind the day’s happenings.

word count :

1,712.

he did, inevitably, check out early at the end of his break, as much as he hated the sentiment. nobody on staff seemed to dare ask why; both of the subway bosses hardly took off time, so any point in which they did take breaks for themselves was not to be questioned.

fumbling for his house keys, emmet slowly unlocked the front door, closing it behind him. hanging his coat and hat on the rack next to it, the man trudged himself straight to his room, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grimace.

putting away all his work things, he also made sure all the latches on his team’s pokeballs were open, so they could come and go as they pleased while he was fixated on what he needed to do, despite the still mounding headache.

quickly getting himself in an outfit more comfortable for around the house leisure, ( or as close to leisure as he could get, ) he picked up his laptop case from his nightstand, which was fondly covered in all sorts of gear station and bug-type stickers, before settling in a cross-legged position on his bed, the notes and fabric scraps carefully held in one hand.

archeops was one of the first to come trodding over out of intrigue, hoisting himself up onto the bed with his feathery claws and sticking his snout underneath emmet’s arm while staring up with wide, curious eyes.

emmet could not help but snort at that, briefly acknowledging the fossil pokemon with a scratch under the chin and a tilt of his head.

“ thank you for checking on me, archeops. i am doing something important right now. i ask you to keep your cab settled. ”

seeing as archeops’ response was to wriggle into a more comfortable position, still resting his head in place, emmet was quite sure the message got across.

opening his laptop with a hum, he unfolded the paper scraps, checking them both over a second time.

‘space-time distortions.’

so he had mixed up the name earlier. not too big of a sweat.

quickly entering the phrase into the search bar, idle hands made their way to scrolling, silver eyes skimming across the screen as emmet silently hoped something, just something , would shed more light on the subject than what paper scraps could.

clicking open one of the links, emmet leaned forward, squinting faintly at the screen. clearly copying the man’s behavior, archeops outstretched his neck, his snout resting on the corner of the keyboard.

something about “ultra wormholes,” now. how they were similar to.. whatever had torn up his and ingo’s offices.

..if this stranger just wanted to give him a worse migraine, goal achieved. at this point, even staring at the laptop screen had begun to hurt, firing off little pops and sparks behind his eyes. emmet pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep inhale, holding said breath, before letting out a sigh.

clicking on the screen reader with a scowl, emmet set the laptop on his nightstand, rolling over on his side and listening begrudgingly as a monotone voice began to drone the article out loud.

archeops snuggled his way up against emmet with a concerned chitter, and the silver-haired man simply responded with a hum.

“ ultra wormholes have been a recorded phenomenon in alola for centuries and still occur in modern time, unlike its ancient sinnohan counterpart, space-time distortions. distinct holes in space that lead to other dimensions entirely; through intensive research, it has been observed how pokemon manage to traverse them with ease, but have proven to have detrimental effects on the human body. ”

emmet could not help but tense at that, lips pressed shut in a thin line. even if it was a robotic, disembodied voice emitting from his laptop, and not something that could comprehend the bubbling stress and anticipation sitting in the back of his throat, there was still a silent indicator of a “ hurry up, ” practically spilling off the man in waves.

“ in recent influxes, people who have reportedly fallen through these aforementioned wormholes have suffered severe bouts of amnesia; that, at least, seems to have stayed universal between the two variants. in older times, it was rumored that one of ancient sinnoh’s wardens, and even the hero of hisui herself, had fallen from these spatial rifts, never to return to their home time. “

so if either of them had fallen in; emmet thought, with a mounding sort of dread in his throat, they would’ve been plunged to dragons knows where with no recollection. great to know. chills practically rolled down his spine as he shuffled to shut off the laptop; he had heard enough for now, and he was feeling no better

arm falling slack over the side of the bed, the silver-haired man lay still there for a few moments, eventually hoisting the stray limb back onto the bed and under the covers.

archeops had made himself cozy curled up on top of the blanket at emmet’s side, chittering and crooning with an occasional parroted “ safety checks! safety checks! “ in an attempt in echoing ingo’s voice.

oh.

right.

he had checked out early.

which meant he would be home alone for the next few hours.

drawing in an inhale, emmet buried his face in the pillow, with a long, exasperated sigh.

..it wouldn’t kill him to take a nap.

unfortunately for emmet, he apparently wasn’t allowed to have nice things anymore.

for one, his so-called ‘nap’ went on way longer than he would’ve preferred; there was no light coming through his bedroom window. considering the light switch was off as well, it was safe to say either ingo or one of his pokemon had shut it off.

two. his entire top half was freezing. and soaked. and there was a small weight on his chest; not a joltik, he would’ve been electrocuted by now. considering the tiny bits of something solid he was able to pick out in the dark, clinging to his hair, skin, shirt; it was snow.

another heap of half-melted snow.

balling his hands into fists, he shoved off the covers, grabbing whatever was rested on him with a loud string of half-coherent expressions of annoyance, storming across the room and flicking the switch on.

yep. more snow.

well, at least whatever distortion thing this time didn’t tear up his room.

now pausing to look at the object rather harshly grasped in his hand, he seemed to fumble with the thing for a few moments, squinting.

it resembled a pokeball, sure, but it seemed more…worn. old. weathered.

it was definitely empty; flicking open the latch, ( not a button, oddly enough, ) emmet was, in fact, able to confirm the thing was vacant. it didn’t have the same plastic and metal hand feel, though. the reddish half seemed slightly more weighted, as if carved from stone or rock, while what would’ve been the white half seemed almost wooden, indicated by texture, coloration, marbling; everything.

it was fascinating, quickly derailing his thoughts to examine such a thing in his hands, yet oh-so frustrating once his train of thought returned to the station. right. his bed was still soaked. so was he.

checking the time on his xtransciever, which was charging on his dresser, it read roughly 8:30.

alright. his head didn’t feel like there was a firework show setting off inside it anymore, so maybe it would be a good idea to report this whole…distortion situation to someone.

according to that article, there was a branch of the interpol that could handle that. the station in nimbasa wasn’t too far away; he considered it walking distance.

quickly changing out of his cold, drenched pajama shirt and bottoms into something more presentable, emmet grabbed his casual coat, pocketing the odd pokeball as well as archeops’ while walking and fitting his arms into the sleeves at the same time, leaving his room and making his way down the stairs.

the feathered pokemon in question, who had hopped his way to his little bed after the distortion had decided to drop a heap of snow into the room, quickly followed, returning to his pokeball once he had caught up with emmet.

( seeing as the kitchen light was on, ingo was likely in there, presumably having his evening tea. the tv was running in the background; some documentary, if he tuned in hard enough. ingo wasn’t much of a documentary person unless it was intriguing; he simply enjoyed the background noise. )

emmet never understood how he enjoyed that stuff.

the tea, that is.

ingo always liked his drinks sweet, so emmet only wrinkled his nose in contempt when he noticed the cup in his hurry down the stairs.

( the silver-haired man looked up from his mug, leaning against the counter with a hum. resting the cup down, he took a few steps in approach, raising a brow. )

“ emmet? where are you going at this hour? it is not exactly late, but i was told by cameron earlier that you were not feeling well, and you were asleep by the time i got home to ask how you were doing. ”

“ i am emmet. i am filing a report to interpol. i will be back in the next hour. i am verrry much fine. ”

emmet’s hand rested on the door handle, briefly, before quickly making his ‘escape’, leaving ingo very little room to question why.

( ingo was not stupid. the other’s rushed departure and lack of clarification was plenty of a clue. emmet did not lie often; he knew he hated doing such a thing, but withholding things masked behind vague words was something he apparently wasn’t opposed to. )

( plus, he had explained nothing about what had happened that morning. asking to check his office, slamming the door shut, and walking out like a hurricane had shredded through the room with bits of glass and debris digging into his skin like nails. )

( emmet was a bad liar, but he was worse at making what he was doing seem insignificant. grabbing his coat, keys, xtransciever, and chandelure’s pokeball, ingo turned to follow; in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly not intent on being left in the dark. both literally and figuratively; it was dark outside. )

[superherosweetness]

Little Light Chapter 2

Lucy was furious, but she hid her emotions well. She went over to her suitcase and pulls out her laptop and medical supplies. She presses the power button and goes over to the bathroom while Barry looks around the big room in curiosity. 

When she takes off her black tank top she is relived and pissed at the same time. When it is off of her body she can clearly see that it is in tatters and her body is marked with two different types of wounds, flesh wounds and bullet grazes. The grazes she quickly cleans up and bandages, but when it comes time to deal with the flesh wounds she stops. There are two flesh wounds, one in her left arm and one in her left leg. As she inspects and feels them while wincing she finds that the bullets went through clean, without hitting and major arteries. Lucy throws on a random red tank top and calls in Barry.

“Do you know how to sew?”

“Yeah why do you- Oh god you’re bleeding!”

“Yeah. I can see that. Can you help me stitch up my arm?”

“I suddenly feel light headed.”

“That should be my line.” Lucy then grabs some floss and a needle. “All I need you to do is hold my arm steady and hold the wound shut.”

“Is that floss?”

“Yes. It keeps my wounds minty fresh.” She then directs Barry how to hold her arm and the wound, then she begins.

“Doesn’t this hurt?”

“Yeah, but after a while you get used to it.” Barry then looks at Lucy with concern but she just brushes it off as she continues to pull her skin back together. Barry looks very queasy while Lucy look calm, unaffected by what she is doing.

After she stitches up her arm she pushes Barry out of the bathroom and handles her leg a lot quicker and with less interuptions. When she is done she discards her tattered jeans and slips on black sweatpants. 

When she leaves the bathroom her computer is started up. She flops onto her bed and types in her password and instead of the normal desktop appearing a database appears. She moves her cursor to the search bar and types in inhanced humans. The moment she hits the search button multiple documents pop up with different sections highlighted. They keep popping up until they fill up the screen and start overlapping each other. Lucy sighs and Barry comes to lay next to her, looking over her shoulder. 

“Whatcha doin’” Barry asks as he looks. 

“Trying to figure out who is trying to kill us.” As Lucy reads over the documents she pauses. She then goes up to the search bar again and adds to it and hits search again. About half of the results go away and all that remains is relevant information. What remains is info on Superman, a woman named Diana Prince, an “Aquaman”, a boy grew up in Gotham, and the man of the hour, Barry Allen.

“Who is Amanda Waller?” Lucy then pull out her phone and scrolls through her contacts.

“The woman who about to be on the recieving end of an angry phone call.” Lucy then gets up and walks out to the hallway but is stopped by a man with her pizza order, who she quickly gives money to and hands the pizza boxes to Barry as she shuts the door in Barry’s face. She then glares at the delivery boy who quickly scatters out of the hallway. When he is gone she goes through her contacts until she finds Waller’s number, dialing it.

“What do you want Lucy?” Lucy controls her voice as she responds.

“Oh, nothing much, just asking a few questions.”

“Such as?”

“Did you dispatch a team to a hospital to attempt to take in an enhanced named Barry Allen?”

“I am not allowed to say-“

“So, I’m going to assume the answer is yes. Here’s how this is going to work Waller. You are going to observe the target, but if I hear so much as sqeak of a boot I will be all over your ass.” Amanda tries to talk buy gets cut off. “I have the assets, money, and power to take you and your little Suicide Squad project down, so don’t even try me! Lay a hand on Barry and you are as good as dead! Are we clear?” Lucy hears a harsh whisper of an agreement on the other end. “Good. Have a nice day.” Lucy then hangs up and opens the door, just for Barry to come tumbling out with a shocked face.

“So, I’m guessing you heard all of that?” When Barry looks away meekly Lucy sighs. “Let’s talk about this while we eat pizza.” She then reaches down and pulls him up. Then, they walk inside.

Lucy stares at Barry as he starts his second box of pizza. “So...where should I begin?”

“How do you know her?” Barry asks between bites, making her wince slightly.

“I come from a very influential family, having their money in many organizations, with some good and some bad. Waller’s program is what I would call a necessary evil ever since Superman showed himself. When that happened all of the enhanced people showed themselves, and not all of them are good like you, so countermeasures were introduced, such as the Suicide Squad. My father helped them with funds and they help us by sharing info when needed.”

“So you don’t know her directly?”

“Nope. That makes threatening a dangerous woman a little bit easier. Especially when I have you here speedy.”

“What are we going to do now?” At this point he has finished the pizza and stands in front of Lucy.

“I know a place here in Central City so that we can continue to go to school and you can still see your father.”

“Where is it?”

“You’ll see. One of my brothers and I used to crash there when we would travel out here.”

“I thought you grew up in Gotham?” Barry gives Lucy a confused look.

“I visited Central City from time to time when my brothers or my father had business here.” She then paused and realized something. “So, how are we gonna deal with the elephant in the room?”

“What do you think I should do?” Barry asks Lucy, looking at her with the Puppy Eyes, but she stands her ground.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. This is your powers and your life Bar. I’m just here to help you when you decide what to do, but if you need a special suit for running around with your powers let me know. I know a guy.” She then puts her hand on his shoulder and gives him a small smile.

“It seems like you know a lot of people.” Lucy then laughs.

“It sure seems like it, huh.”

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

[kuromochimi]

hello ive read your works and i absolutely love your writing and was wondering if you're able to write for suna kuroo ushijima and sakusa secretly dating their manager and when their teammates ask if they would hypothetically date their manager the boys would flat out say no and she hears them and gets upsets by it thinking its true? please thank you ❤️

I’m a sucker for this request 😭 I kinda didn’t put directly that they wouldn’t date their manager but still kinda implied with their responses, I hope that’s fine :>

Secretly Dating Their Manager

Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sakusa Kiyoomi

Content & Warnings: angst to fluff

Suna Rintaro

It was in between short breaks from training, you were discussing a few things with the coach right outside the gym. Something about the upcoming training camp in tokyo. On the other side of the wall you were standing near to, some of the members sat on the bleachers, unaware that you could overhear them.

“So anyway, I’ll leave you to it. Give me an update on the accommodation details by tomorrow” The coach headed back inside the gym while you stayed outside to review the itinerary for the training camp and partly to eavesdrop on the boys since you heard them mentioning skipping tomorrow’s practice. You wanted more details so you could scold them for even proposing to skip especially with nationals right around the corner. “Man I would do anything to have a girl cheering me on when we have games” atsumu complained. “I’m not praising you but don’t you have a line of ladies who’re desperate as hell just to talk to you?” Suna spoke in as a matter of fact way. “Yeah but I’m not into them”

“You have someone in mind?” The ever curious aran pried. “The manager” was all atsumu replied with. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as you tried your best to not make your presence known. “Dumb ass, isn’t yn already unofficially tied to suna? Suna, ain’t that right? You two are always together and all that” Osamu implied. If you were being honest, a part of you wanted for suna to just reveal your relationship right then and there.

“No? She’s not my type. I’m into girls who are more laid back. We’re always together because she lives a block away from me. It would be rude of me not to walk her to and from school, yeah?”

You knew you two agreed to keep it secret. But wasn’t he doing to well at pretending that he doesn’t like you? Or he might not really like you after all? When you thought about it, it was you who first caught feelings. You who confessed. You who asked what kind of relationship you two had. You were far too upset to do more thinking but you had your duties as a manager so you wiped your teary eyes, straightened your expression. Meanwhile, the captain, kita, witnessed you do all those things and you didn’t even see him ‘til you reached the gym doors. “Yn? Are you alright? Looks like you were crying”. Panic pooled your thoughts as you rummaged for an excuse “oh kita! I uhm, I have this splitting headache, but I can manage”

“Well whatever it is, you’re not well. Come on, let’s get you to the nurse, I’ll take over your duties for today. Suna will come pick you up later so he can walk you home” kita was already gently pushing you towards the nurse’s office. “Suna? Why him?”

“Doesn’t he always walk you home anyway?” You nodded at him and chose to just do as he says. You weren’t sick but you felt a little bit better after resting.

Back at the gym, when training commenced again, suna immediately noticed your absence. You’d usually be scuttling around the gym, observing, or fixing towels and water bottles. He caught sight of kita holding your notebook and other stuff you used as a manager. He straight up asked about you. Suna jogged to where kita was, calling him “Kitashin! Wait up! Where’s yn?” he waited eagerly for an answer. “She was crying right outside the gym a moment ago, said she had a bad headache so I took her to the infirmary”. With suna’s sharp observation and deduction skills, he immediately connected the dots. “Was she.. by the left wall, behind the bleachers?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly where she was. By the way, here, take this back to her later. You’re walking her home, aren’t you?” Suna nodded before absentmindedly returning to practice. His thoughts lingering on the fact that you might have heard what he said about not liking you. Words which he never really meant. Practice passed by in an instant. Suna basically sprinted to the nurse’s office where he found you sitting on the bed by the window.

“Yn? You okay?” He was cautious, waiting for the right time to ask you about his suspicions. “Oh hey suna” He immediately gave you a confused look. Suna? Since when did you call him suna when no else was around. “Suna? Where did that come from?”

“Why not? Weren’t you into more laid back girls anyway?” You spoke without looking at him. “Fuck. I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean that” he reasoned out and attempted to give you a hug but you simply took your stuff from him, dodged his arms and headed out of the infirmary. “Babe come on, you know I really really like you, right?” He was following you but still being cautious as to what you would be comfortable with. After finally reaching the outside of the school gates, you ended the chase and looked back at him all of a sudden. "If you want me to believe you then you probably won't mind if we finally tell everyone the truth, right?" without a single sign of hesitation, suna agreed. "yes, of course, let's do that. I don't even know why we tried hiding it in the first place, they were definitely catching on anyway".

"Good. I'm still mad at you though" then you continued to walk towards the direction of your house, suna now walking beside you instead of behind you. "You can be mad but let me carry your stuff for you". And you couldn't deny that you were head over heels for the man beside you.

Kuroo Tetsuro

"You having a hard time there?" kuroo jogged up to you as you were filling up the water bottles. "Tetsu I literally do this everyday, I'm fine" you jokingly rolled your eyes at him. "okay then, I'll see you later after training" he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before he entered the gym again. Unbeknownst to you two, yamamoto witnessed you whole exchange and although he wasn't really surprised as you and kuroo were always together anyway, he didn't know that you two were actually dating. The only ones who really knew were kai and yaku. Training went about as it usually did. The boys were then changing in the locker rooms when yamamoto chose to bring it up. "Hey kuroo, I didn't know you and yn were going out". Kuroo's eyes momentarily widened but he immediately masked it with a laid back, careless expression. "yn? why would you think that?"

"Oh come on, I saw you two flirting during our break"; "I was just helping her, I'm the captain, of course I want the team to be at ease, the manager included. It's just my duty, nothing more and nothing less" right at that moment, you were passing by the door and you overheard what he had said, yaku catching sight of you way too late as you already bolted off, the rest of the team being aware that it was you. "Fuck" kuroo cursed before hurriedly putting on his shirt, grabbing his bag, and running after you. "yn! where are you going, stop running, you're clumsy!" you turned around at his statement. "Really tetsu? You run after me and instead of apologizing, you make jokes about me being clumsy? real mature". You were about to turn around again when he pulled you gently towards him. "Look, whatever it was you heard, you and I both know I didn't mean any of it. You know how much I like you and how much I worked just to get on your good side"; "yeah well you just lost access to my good side asshole"

"You can throw anything you want at me, punch me, slap me, I'll accept it, just forgive me please?" he smiled at you that enchanting smile he always showed and you just couldn't say no. "Don't make it sound like I'm some abusive girlfriend. And I forgive you but you're not off the hook either, you gotta make it up to me"

"You know I will. I'm probably gonna get my ass beat by yaku anyway so that's already half the punishment. That guy is always on your side when the two of us have fights."

Ushijima Wakatoshi

People, most especially the shiratorizawa volleyball team never really expected for ushijima to get himself into a relationship during high school. He was career driven and was almost always training, working out, studying, or conditioning himself for future matches and that wasn't a bad thing. But they didn't know that you, the manager, had managed to catch the attention of the career driven ace. He was first enamored with the thought of you that one time when the team was teasing him about not being able to bag himself a girl and you scolded them, telling them that there was nothing bad about being career oriented because you were all still young and it would be wise to focus on your own futures. Ushjima's heart did a somersault, unlike everyone else, you understood where he was coming from. Being the captain and manager duo, you and ushijima usually had meetings about a lot of matters and so, that's how your relationship developed.

During one of the training camps, you were away from the gym and you were helping the other managers prepare dinner for the various teams who were present at the camp but you wanted to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend so you snuck out for a bit to peek into one of the gymnasiums. Instead, you saw the captains from seijoh, karasuno, and dateko having a meeting. They hadn't taken notice of your presence yet and you didn't want to interrupt so you were about to leave until you heard what they were talking about, you stopped you feet from moving and chose to listen a little more:

"I'm so busy with college applications I can't find the time to even get myself a girl, my members keep teasing me about it" Daichi shyly stated. "As much as I don't want to admit this, ushijima, you probably have a line of girls wanting to get into a relationship with you, are you hiding a girlfriend or something?" Oikawa asked. You unconsciously held your breath at the question, he finally answered: "No, I don't have one. If I were to ever get into a relationship, it would probably just to try out if I'd like it. I don't have time for a fully committed relationship right now." when he uttered the final words of his answer, you immediately ran away, your presence still unknown to the captains. Instead of returning to the kitchen with the other managers, you stayed by the school swing set. You sat there, swinging yourself back and forth, thinking about what you just overheard. You did in fact agree to keep it a secret for many valid reasons but what he said really made it sound like it applied to you. Were you two not on the same page about your relationship? Were you really just an experiment for him to be able to sort his feelings? You didn't notice how nearly 45 minutes already passed with you out there. The wind was getting colder and a small shiver made its way to you every now and then... Until a jacket was draped on your shoulders from behind. You looked back to see none other than your boyfriend with a worried look on his face. "It's dinner time, what are you doing out here? It's cold" You looked away from him once again. "What are you doing here? For some experiment, you sure do seem to care a lot about me" Ushijima's heart nearly dropped at your statement, he immediately realized that you overheard his conversation with the other captains. He sat on the swing beside yours. "But I thought we had to keep it a secret, so I did. If you agree to let everyone know, I'd announce it whole heartedly, yn. I really like you. A lot." His words were surely sincere and genuine and you couldn't deny that. "I'm sorry, toshi, I know you didn't mean it, I'm just... Oikawa's right, you have a long line of girls wanting you and you just happened to be close to me so was that why you decided to date me?" you knew it was stupid to ask but you had to know. "Of course not. I decided to date you because you understood me and cared for me. Not a lot of girls are like that, you know?" he smiled your way before getting up from the swing and extending his hand to help you up. "Let's go, the other managers were worried that you didn't return, let's go get some dinner.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa was a tough one to crack and every one knew that. Though he's good looking, an amazing athlete, great proportions, good grades, had his life together and yet he was single. Or at least, that was what everyone thought. Despite having a lot of women practically throwing themselves at him, he didn't fold for anyone until you came along. When you'd religiously sanitize his water bottle, made sure that his jacket was neatly kept away 'til he had to use it to warm himself after every game, how you payed close attention to his stuff to make sure it was kept clean and organized, his heart jumped at the thought that someone was able to match his little quirks. Small and unnoticeable to many but definitely not to him. Fortunately, komori offered to walk you home everyday after training as courtesy for your hard work for the team and sakusa just to happened to be with you two during those walks. Komori's house came up first so it would leave you with sakusa after, a good fifteen minutes alone together. Despite his shy demeanor, he took the chance and lo and behold, he was now your loving boyfriend.

you were now with the team as they were attending nationals. Sakusa surprisingly had a lot of acquaintances. You were with him and komori when you ran into atsumu miya. Apparently, they met during all japan youth. You weren't aware of atsumu's playful nature so when he jokingly suggested that he had someone in mind to introduce to sakusa, your heart dropped. Even the thought of another woman being that close to him made you jealous. What shocked you even more was when sakusa confirmed with atsumu that he indeed had no girlfriend at the moment, he didn't specifically say that he wasn't interested in the woman atsumu was describing. Komori, who was aware of your relationship with his cousin, looked at you with concern. "Stop bothering me miya, I have a game in twenty minutes." Sakusa flatly said.

"Okay then, I'll see you later omi omi!". The walk back to the team was quiet and with sakusa on edge before the game, he didn't notice how quiet you've gotten. But komori did so he tried his best to divert your attention by talking to you about random things and topics but you knew what he was doing. You gave him a soft smile and wished him a good luck before their game, doing the same for your boyfriend but that's when he noticed something was off when you didn't sneak a little kiss on his cheek before the game. Nevertheless, he went into the game and performed well, as he always did. On the way back to the accommodations, he took the seat beside yours on the bus. You were fast asleep the whole time. When you arrived at your destination, sakusa gently shook you awake along with his soft calls of your name. You woke up enveloped in his jacket and with your head on his shoulder. You shot up but then you realized no one else was on the bus. "Hi love, the team didn't want to wake you so they asked me to watch over you while you slept, do you want to head inside?". When you didn't respond, he chose to ask directly. "Are you upset with me? I know that conversation with miya made you upset. I'm sorry. Just know that I was never interested in anyone else but you"; "I knew that, kiyoomi, sorry, I really didn't have to be upset, just.."

"It's okay, if you were upset, you don't have to apologize. I'm sorry, next time, why don't we tell everyone about us so they won't have to bring other people up like what happened with miya?"

"I'd like that, kiyoomi"

Random note: I’m thinking of finishing request alternately. Something like Haikyuu - Tokyo Revengers - Haikyuu - Tokyo Revengers ?

[helliontherapscallion]

pspspsp can I just request an immortal reader who's life is just dull/sad as hell since they've seen their loved ones leave or die in front of them so many times

but when they meet SBI or anyone, their life just suddenly brightens up? (Platonic and it can be any type of fic!)

(A/N): I got waaaayy too carried away with this. Star god reader my beloved (also, I’d imagine that your cloak looks like this guy’s but on the inside with the outsides being any color of your choice (credit goes to original artist))

If you want more god!reader content with the dream smp, @wooloo-inc has a really good series about a male!nature god!reader (aka, the god of dilf collection)

In the beginning when DreamXD created you (which if you think about it, that makes him your father, but I digress) from stardust and meteorite shards, you were a ball of fun loving sunshine (well, starshine?)

You loved watching over all of humankind, admiring their determination and bonds with other humans (both romantic and platonic)

Your older brother, the god of the moon, told you about how they viewed you and you were amazed

“Oberon?” You ran up to your older brother and tugged on his cloak making him hum in question, not looking up from his parchment scroll. “What- what do the humans think of me?”

He scoffed and glanced at you with his lily white irises, “why are you on about them again? They are lowly creatures compared to us, filled with greed and misfortune.”

“They worship us and that’s how you speak of them?”

“(Y/n) believe me, you have not seen the brutality they are capable of. War, famine, greed, plague, genocide, it’s all something you have not witnessed before. You have only seen the good in those things.” 

“But Oberon, I wanna-” he lightly smacked the side of your head, “use proper English. We are gods and you will behave as such.”

You huffed, “I want to know about how they view us! I do not care about the bad things they have done! Plleeeaaassseeeeeee Beri?” You willed the stars that constantly gleamed in your eyes to shine brighter as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He may seem like he hated everyone and everything (especially his siblings), but he had a soft spot for his youngest sibling. He just stared at you for a bit before he sighed and shifted in the massive throne so that you could hop up onto his lap. With a wave of a slender pale hand, he conjured up various images of humans with stardust gazing at the stars and the moon with carefree swipes of his hand. 

“They view us as… poetic of sorts. They compare us to romance,” an image of two human males kissing then gazing into the stars laying down on a cliff came into view, “fortune tellers,” an image of the Aquarius and the Capricorn constellations popped up making you squeal in happiness. He chucked and changed the picture to a mother and son standing over a grave looking up in amazement at a shooting star, “and most importantly, as a sign of hope. 

“They see us as complementary, the moon and the stars cannot be as beautiful without the other. We hold the power of the night and everything it touches, (y/n). This is our kingdom, do not forget that,” the image changed to the moon surrounded by stars and swirling blues and purples of nebulas.

You looked at the images with awe, absorbing every word that fell from his mouth. “Beri?” He once again hummed, his deep baritone voice sending vibrations along your back. “Will we be together forever?”

His lanky arms wrapped around your much smaller frame, “for all of eternity. The moon is nothing without the night sky and all of the stars it holds.”

Centuries passed and your fascination with humans only grew from there

When you eventually asked if you could meet a human Oberon reacted angrily and forbade you from speaking of humans again in your shared palace, worried for your safety

When he caught you attempting to sneak out, he locked you in your room for months on end

Humans wondered why the stars hardly appeared in the night sky anymore, forming the theory that they had somehow angered you

They prayed to you more and more, begging and groveling for forgiveness

They left more offerings at shrines

You heard their every word, feeling your heartbreak with sorrow and guilt for your lovely humans

You snuck out of the palace that night determined to make it up to the humans

You quietly snuck past the main room where you and Oberon used to sit on your thrones together and control the night. The large doors were cracked open showing your older brother watching the night with boredom. As you passed, his voice startled you, “I just cannot stop you can I?”

He appeared in the doorframe looking at you emotionlessly, his eyes glinting with hidden pain. “Do you realize how cruel of a place that world is? How cruel humans are?”

“I do not care, brother! They are in anguish because they think I am angry with them! Because you locked me in here!”

“I have told you time and time again, they are ruthless creatures. Humans are constantly clashing with their own kind for the slightest bit of power, they’re greedy creatures! Have you forgotten what happened to Arachnia?”

A shiver went down your spine at the mention of your fellow deity. She wanted to be with humans but they stripped her of her grace and virtuosity, torturing her when the moon would rise. That is the reason spiders attack humans in the night when the moon and stars show themselves and are dormant in the daytime. However, that did not deter you. 

“I have not forgotten what happened to Arachnia, her tale fills me with grief. But not all humans are like that! They are compassionate, loving, and sweet creatures deep down, each and every single one of them!”

“They were not showing compassion or love when they tore Arachnia limb from limb! When they languish in riches while millions die around them! What part of that is compassionate?”

“Sure they do bad things sometimes, but have you forgotten the love they hold for each other? The determination and hope shining from within them when they pray to us? Have you forgotten that?”

“THEIR ACTIONS ARE NOT JUSTIFIED IN ANY WAY!”

“AND OURS ARE? YOU ARE BLIND, OBERON. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE CRUELTY THE GODS HAVE SUBJECTED HUMANS TO? WHEN OUR FATHER TOOK YEARS AWAY FROM THEIR LIFESPANS SOLELY BECAUSE THEY STOPPED WORSHIPPING HIM AS OFTEN AS THEY USED TO? WHAT PART OF THAT IS JUSTIFIED?” 

He just stared at you with angry irises and his chest heaving before he ran a hand through his long ivory hair and turned around, the flowing white cape flowing wildly behind him with unseen air. He walked back into the observation room and back to his throne. Without a second glance to you, he worked on the transition of power between the sun and moon. You could imagine your sister Aelia grinning brightly as she rose the sun for the day.

“You are to never return here if you step foot out that door. You will still have control of your duties of the night. However you will never return. Do not come back groveling for forgiveness when I have given you constant warnings of their cruelty. If I see your face show up here, I will make sure father smites you down. Now get out of my sight.”

You huffed and whipped around to the front entrance, the stars that constantly twinkled and the nebulas that constantly swirled in the inside of your cloak illuminating the white floors below you as you ran. You left the palace without a second thought, leaving your old life behind in favor of spending it with the humans.

When you came crashing to the Earth in a shooting star, you were amazed by the beauty of it up close and in person

It was everything you expected and then some

You heard the humans cheering and thanking you in their prayers when the stars returned brighter than usual

You being completely enamoured by all of the humans, even if they recognized you or not you loved them all unconditionally

You set up a little cottage in the tundra where you could see the night sky clearly with the occasional aurora borealis 

From the roof, you controlled the stars

The tales of you defecting from the heavens was a popular one, and you became somewhat of a symbol of the hope that humanity should hold for themselves and compassion

Occasionally sending shooting stars over humans you knew were stargazing

You have met many lovers, friends, and even your own adopted kids over the next millenia, all of them accepting your immortality and everlasting duties

But it’s all the same in the end: they come, they leave, and they die

With each death of your loved ones, you could feel your will to keep going dissipate

The stars grew dimmer gradually in the night sky

The humans gradually stopped worshipping you as you disappeared from the night skies

You became a distant memory for elders to tell children 

Disappearing from the face of the Earth for a few centuries when you could not take the constant deaths any longer

Nobody knew where your cabin laid so you were undisturbed for centuries on end, left to your grief

That was until a knock sounded at your door

The knock startled you out of the comfort of your bed. Reluctantly, you left the warmth of the multitude of blankets and donned your cloak to hide your unkempt appearance. When you passed the mirror hanging in the hallway, you could see that your face was shrouded by darkness with the exception of a single glint where your eyes were caused by the lone star that was a constant reminder of your position. Before you fell into a deep depression, the stars would illuminate your entire face if you put your hood up. 

You opened the front door without a care in the world. If the beings on the other side were humans that would take you away and torture you, you didn’t care. You’re long past the point of caring for your own well being.

On the other side was a man of average height and long shaggy blond hair pulled into a slick ponytail. He was dressed entirely in green with a green and white striped bucket hat placed on his head. Past you would’ve been cooing at the object, but now you dully looked at the man in front of you. You glanced behind him and your eyes widened at the huge black wings sprouting from his back. You know who he was the second your eye caught the black feathers; he was the Angel of Death.

“Hello, Angel of Death.”

He tried to peer into your shrouded features, only seeing two pinpricks of light where your eyes should be. He gave you a friendly smile, brushing off the snow that gathered on his shoulders. “(Y/n), the God of the Stars and the Night Sky. Giver of compassion to the human race, it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Why are you here? Last time I checked, my last lover died centuries ago.”

“Yes, my condolences. They were lovely when I guided their soul to the afterlife.”

“You still have not answered my question, Angel of Death. Why are you here?” You grit out the last sentence through a clenched jaw. He has no right to talk about them when he assisted in taking them away from you. Him and your cousin, the Goddess of Death Kristin. They took everybody you loved away from you. You knew that their deaths were unavoidable since they were human and you were immortal, but you still couldn’t help but resent them.

“The Goddess of Death sent me. The God of the Moon and the Goddess of the Sun sent her a request to send me to check on you.”

You stared at him for a few moments before you saw him shivering slightly and sighed. You always had a soft spot for humans, even if the being in front of you was not a human in the slightest. He reminded you of an old friend. You stepped aside and gestured lazily inside the house, “come in.”

He started to visit more and more over the next century

He eventually befriended you about half a century into the visits

It was extremely difficult to do because of how guarded you were, but he managed to break you out of your shell

You realizing how kind he was and how much he cared for you

You quickly came to the realization that he was immortal as well after reading up on the Angel of Death

After another fifty years, he became your best friend

You both opened up and comforted each other about everybody you both lost over the years

When he adopted Technoblade and then Wilbur not long after Techno, you were extremely hesitant to get close to them

Even going as far as telling Philza that you thought that it was an extremely bad idea

Mortals always end up leaving in the end anyways, it’s best to avoid the endless cycle of hurt that came with having mortals around

You told him about your own adopted children that have died over the years

You refuse to meet them, cutting off all communication with Philza for a year or two

Eventually meeting his three adopted kids when you reluctantly accept a dinner invitation one day

You attempted to appear cold and uncaring, but your love for humans (especially baby humans) shone through when an infant Tommy started to play with your cape

It seemed that the stars and the moving nebulas within the fabric entranced him

From then on whenever you visited Philza, you always held Tommy until he was too old for you to do so

Becoming very attached to the blond with your strong innate parental instincts

You introduce Techno to mythology, sharing stories of your personal interactions with certain gods and entities throughout the years

You teach Techno how to cope with the voices as you constantly hear multiple prayers to you from humans at the same time

You arrange a meeting for Wilbur with the Goddess of Music when he asks you about her

Arranging for her to start giving him lessons in exchange of a favor that will be cashed at a later date

You help raise all three of them, often taking them off Philza’s hands for a night or two 

Their favorite activity with you is watching you raise the stars and turn the sky dark

They always loved to watch you move the stars and summon shooting stars for them

The stars gradually returned to your eyes and a constant ecstatic smile slowly became synonymous with your face again

Humans started to worship you again when the stars in the sky became brighter

You became your old self again after centuries of feeling lost 

To repay them for everything they’ve done for you, you decided to rearrange the stars for one night 

One night of having a different star pattern couldn’t hurt 

Sure, it’d make a few theories pop up among the humans, but those are fun to overhear sometimes

The young boys and Philza behind you watched in awe as your eyes started to glow brightly and you slowly moved your hands gracefully raising the stars with the moon, your cloak starting to flow with nonexistent winds. They’ve seen you raise the stars thousands of times, but it never ceases to amaze them. It was just so… entrancing. 

You broke into a slight sweat and started to move the stars from their original positions in the sky. Shaking slightly, you pushed back against the strain and slight pain that it brought you. You’ve never done this before, so you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You felt someone put a hand on your shoulder.

“What’re you doin, mate?”

“Uh Dad?”

“Not now Techno. Mate, are you alright?”

“Dad, look up. They’re rearranging the stars,” Wilbur breathed out.

You could hear Philza gasp slightly as he watched star after star move until they locked into place. There in the twinkling night sky was each of their names gleaming brightly in small lettering. When you were done, you fell into a kneel onto the ground and rubbed at your aching head panting lightly. 

You could hear the boys around you panic slightly as you regained your breath. As you heard them approach you you looked up at them and smiled, the stars gleaming brightly in your irises. “Do you like it?”

“Y-yes but gods, (y/n) are you alright?”

“I am fine, but stars, I have never done that before. Are you four ready for stargazing?”

“That was so pog, (y/n)! How’d you do that?”

“I hold the power of the stars and the night sky in my hands. My brother once told me that the night is our kingdom.” You laid down onto the grass and took off your cloak to cover up a shivering Tommy and Wilbur next to you. You sighed as you thought about your siblings; you wondered how they were doing. 

“I will gladly move the stars themselves for you four. You are my family.” There was a stretched out moment of comfortable silence as you five watched shooting stars blaze by. Eventually, you saw an aurora borealis materialize above you. Furrowing your brow, you looked at it in question. They don’t appear this time of year, so why-

“Aelia,” you breathed out as you watched the greens flow above you. She must’ve sent a gust of solar wind your way. 

“Isn’t Aelia the Goddess of the Sun?” Wilbur asked you.

“Yes, she is my oldest sister. She must have redirected the solar winds over here.” 

“Damn, what’s with the gods changing everything tonight? You guys need to fuckin chill.”

“Tommy!” Philza scolded and was about to continue before he heard you start to laugh. They’ve only heard you genuinely laugh only a couple of times, so the sound that left your mouth immediately brightened the mood. 

“Yes Tommy, I suppose we do need to ‘fucking chill’.”

“You swore! Fuckin pog,” Tommy cheered to himself as the others looked at you in slight shock at your words. If you’re being completely honest in all of the years you spent alive (which is since basically the beginning of time), you’ve never sworn once. You were raised differently than that. When you realized that the others were staring at you, you smirked at them. The stars twinkling and giving your eyes even more of a mischievous glint, “what? Have you never heard a god swear before?”

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Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

-

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"