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[samipekoe]

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[letstrip13]

୨୧ - cramps

summary: your boyfriend comes over to take care of you when you get your period

warnings: none, just enjoy cutesy bf!chris. not proofread!

word count: 819

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you're laying on the couch in your apartment's living room, all curled up in the only position that can provide some relief from the pain. your period came this morning and by this evening, the horrible day one cramps had hit.

about ten minutes ago, you had texted your boyfriend, chris, to come over to cuddle and watch a movie. he wasn’t too far so he’d be showing up any minute now.

another few minutes tick by when the door you left unlocked for him comes flying open. chris bursts through the door holding an overflowing grocery bag in each hand as he calls out to you, sounding urgent, “baby?!” you sit up in a panic, worried by the tone of his voice. “i'm in here!”

he rushes into the living room and drops the bags on the coffee table, almost knocking over the scented candle you had burning in the process. a giggle slips out of your lips, the panic quickly replaced by confusion and amusement. “what's all this, my love?”

he looks up at you, an expression so nervous that you just want to run your fingers through his hair and give him a squeeze, but you let him speak.

“i- umm.. it's everything you need for your period. i know it's hard for you sometimes.. so i wanted to make it better.” the confusion courses through your mind again. you hadn't mentioned it when you texted him. “wha- how'd you know?” a soft chuckle escapes him. “you always ask me to come cuddle when you're on it.. and we've been together over a year, princess, i know you.”

“you're so sweet, i don't know what i’d do without you, chris.” his face breaks into his usual charming grin. “wanna see what i got?” he kneels in front of the couch where you're sitting and he places the bags in front of him.

first, he pulls a box of pads and a box of tampons, placing them next to him. “just in case you needed more,” he adds with a sheepish smile, “i hope i got the right ones.” “you did great, baby.” a relieved smile crosses his lips and he continues digging through the bags.

he pulls out a hot water bottle complete with a cute cover, pink with little red strawberries scattered around it. then he follows it up with a bottle of generic painkillers. “the lady at the store says these will be good for your cramps,” he tells you with a proud little smirk.

he takes out a pair of black fresh love sweatpants and the zip-up hoodie to match. “these because i know you forgot to get some last time you were over,” he pauses and digs around in the bottom of the bag and pulls out a pair of purple fuzzy socks with black cats on them, “..and these because i know you love halloween, even if it is a little early.”

you watch him carefully, hanging on to every word he says but you remain silent, words having left you for the time being. he takes a different approach with emptying the second bag, opting to just dump everything out in front of you. out tumbles a pile of your favourite snacks, chocolate, and candy, as well as six bags of honey bbq fritos which chris starts to ramble on about, “i was looking for these for so long. i went to so many different stores and gas stations this week but they were sold out every time. i saw them today and thought might as well buy them all-”

he's interrupted with a choked sob escaping your lips as hot tears roll down your cheeks. the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend's loving gesture gave you such an overwhelming feeling of adoration. but mixed with the heightened emotions as a side effect of your period, you can't help but cry.

chris quickly notices and rushes to pull you into his arms, doing his best to soothe your sobs. “is something wrong? did i buy the wrong thing?” a few slightly louder cries come out of you before you can hold it together enough to speak. “no, it's all perfect. you're-” you manage to gasp out between sobs, “perfect. i love you so much. thank you.”

you can feel a rush of air leave chris at his relief. “oh good. i thought it was about the fritos. they're not all for me, you know.” you laugh, the tears quickly being forgotten as he wipes away the traces of them on your cheeks.

“how about we cuddle and watch a movie?” you nod, getting comfortable on the couch and grabbing a blanket for the both of you to share. “sounds good to me.” you rest your head on his shoulder and pick a movie. he gently tilts your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips just as the movie begins.

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HONEY

PAIRING: minho + seungmin x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY: You finally get to spend a lazy day in bed with your boyfriends. Playful bickering. Smut with feelings. The usual.

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You’re used to waking up alone, especially recently. You’re lucky to get any time together at all. Seungmin works nights, Minho during the day. Your schedule is all over the place. It’s why you’re a little confused when you wake strewn half across a warm body, your check pressed to bare skin. Minho usually crept out before you’d woken, making time for a gym session before he started his day. Seungmin would crawl into bed just as you were starting your day. So who were you sleeping on?

“Morning,” Seungmin says as you blink awake, answering your question for you. You don’t bother pondering how he’d sensed you were awake. “I finished early,” he says, answering your next question before you can ask it. You can’t remember the last time he’d finished early enough to crawl into bed before you woke. 

He takes a deep breath as you lay your head back down against his chest, the steady rise and fall liting you with it. 

When you wake again it's to the sound of a solid knock at the bedroom door. You wake a second before Seungmin, rolling off him just as he sucks in a deep breath as he’s startled from his dreams. Minho. He was either very late for work or he’d taken the day off. You’re just about to pull yourself up from the bed when an arm wraps around your waist, tugging you back down into the warmth of your nest.

“Where you going?” Seungmin mumbles, nuzzling into your hair like he can’t hear the now insistent pounding at the door. 

“Let me in!” Minho calls. 

“He won’t let me!” you call back. 

Minho falls silent, a small thud the only response. You imagine him dropping his forehead against the door. Perhaps grumbling under his breath for good measure. 

“Aren’t I enough for you?” Seungmin says, holding you tight to his bare chest. “Hm? Leave him. He had you last night.” 

You’re used to it, the playful bickering. They remind you of the pets you’d had as a child, your elderly cat who’d smack your dog on the nose (always with his claws retracted) and the dog who would shove the much smaller cat away with his snout. It was only at night, when both had worn themselves out fully, that they’d curl up around each other in the same bed, kicking each other occasionally as they dreamed. 

“Honey?” Minho calls again, tone sugary sweet. “Let me in, hm?” 

“I want to,” you whine, squirming in your boyfriend's hold. 

“Convince me,” Seungmin says, lips brushing behind your ear. You can hear the amusement in his voice, the joy in having you both in the palm of his hand. You twist, feeling him loosen his grip just enough that you manage to face him. He looks tired, not having slept enough to recover from his overnight shift. You soften a little at the thought of it, of him being playful despite his exhaustion. 

“You can have me first,” you whisper before brushing your lips against his, failing to suppress your small smile. “If you want,” you add. 

He smiles back, dropping one more gentle press of his lips to yours. Then you’re released. 

When you pull the door open Minho practically tumbles inside. He’s still wet from his post gym shower, his towel wrapped around his hips and long hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. He steadies you as he stumbles into you before lifting you slightly so he can make his way around you and towards his target. You’re hopeless to stop him as he collapses over Seungmin, pressing your less muscular boyfriend into the mattress. Seungmin could fight him off, maybe. But he doesn’t. Instead your exhausted boyfriend simply groans loudly and waits for it to end. 

“You have today off?” you ask, prompting Minho to roll over and make space for you between them. 

“Mm,” he confirms as you crawl up the mattress. You watch as he drops his wet hair onto the pillow. 

The thought of rolling over onto a damp pillow makes your skin crawl. You slap his arm, hardly enough to make an audible sound. Still, it's enough. Minho scrunches up his face, groaning dramatically as he rolls onto his side as if he’s suffered a mortal wound. 

“Don’t put your wet hair on the pillow,” you say, ignoring the dramatics. 

“It’s barely damp,” he replies as he positions himself up on his elbows. 

“It’s wet.” 

He says nothing, eyeing you down until Seungmin tugs you back into his arms. You’re positioned perfectly for Minho to maintain his pointed stare as he whips the towel from around his hips and lays it over the pillow before flopping back down. You don’t much like the idea of his damp towel on the pillow either. His side of the bed, you decide as Seungmin presses his body firmly into your back. 

“I’ll wash the sheets later,” Minho mumbles, like he can hear your thoughts. They both had a habit of doing that. 

It’s quiet after that, quiet enough for you to take in the soft, steady sounds of their breathing. It’d been so long since you’d shared the bed together, since you’d all had nowhere to be but here. It’s nice. Your eyes are just slipping shut when a soft kiss is pressed to your neck. You hum, wrapping your fingers around Seungmin’s wrist and pulling his hand up to your lips. 

“Me first,” he whispers, reminding you of your agreement. He liked to go first, on the rare occasion that you had them both together. He liked working you up. The build up was his favourite part. Almost. Minho lies on his back, breathing steady and seemingly asleep as Seungmin peppers kisses to your neck. “Have any dreams?” he whispers between pecks of his lips. 

“No good ones.” 

His fingers move to cup your jaw so he can gently turn your head. It allows him to place one of his soft kisses directly to your lips, a silent attempt to console you, to remind you he’s here—he’s got you. It's clear it’s going to be gentle this time, soft and lazy. Loving. It was much like the way he’d sensed you were awake. He was aware of you. He knew what you needed. 

His fingers slip from your jaw, tracing a path down your nightgown to your hip. It’s slow, fingers light against satin. Then he’s bunching the fabric up, tugging it up over your ass and gathering it just above the hem of your underwear. He sucks a little at your neck as his fingers fiddle with the elastic, snapping it against your skin a little. 

Minho makes a small sound in his sleep, almost a decipherable mumble. Seungmin’s' fingers halt their exploration. “How does he fall asleep so fast?” he whispers. “He’s dreaming.” 

He often made sounds in his sleep, indecipherable mumbles and moans. Minho had slept at least eight hours already, having escaped early this morning for a gym session. Seungmin was the one who should be passing out. His overnight shifts were nightmarish. 

Seungmin grabs your wrist as you attempt to reach out to stir your sleeping boyfriend. “Don’t wake him yet,” he whispers. “Not like this. It’ll be more fun… another way.” 

“Another way?” 

He hums, pressing his lips to your inner wrist before releasing your arm. “Another way,” he confirms. Minho makes another small sound, more like a whimper than a mumble this time. 

“I think he’s having a nightmare,” you whisper, watching the way your slumbering boyfriend’s lips twitch. 

Seungmin leans over your shoulder, quiet for a moment as he listens for Minho’s small whimpers. Then he sighs, “Can you both have nice dreams, hm? Please. Enough nightmares.” He finishes with a kiss to your shoulder. “Wake him,” he encourages. 

You don’t hesitate, reaching across to drape your arm across Minho’s chest. Your lips brush the still slightly damp skin behind his ear as you coax him awake. It doesn’t take much, a gentle call of his name and a squeeze of his bicep. Seungmin presses up behind you as Minho stirs. “Our girl was worried about you,” he says as Minho blinks awake. 

You elbow the man behind you. “We,” you correct. “We were worried. It looked like you were having a bad dream.” 

One corner of Minho’s mouth curves up before you're jostled by his stretching, arms above his head and all. Then you’re surrounded, face to face with your newly awake boyfriend. He smiles again. “You saved me,” he says simply. 

“Was it really bad?” 

Seungmin’s hand slips back down to your hip, resuming his fiddling with the elastic in your underwear as Minho blinks back at you. “Bad?” he says. “Nah. You woke me before it had a chance.” Then he’s looking over your shoulder. “You being greedy?” he accuses Seungmin, a hint of amusement still clear in the curve of his lips. 

“She said I could go first,” he mumbles in response, preoccupied with his exploration beneath your nightgown. 

Minho looks to you for confirmation. You smile innocently. He groans, rolling onto his back and folding his hands behind his head. Dramatics. 

“You shouldn’t have left her,” Seungmin says as his fingers finally breach the hem of your underwear, slipping down to gently brush over your centre. “Left her here all alone. She might’ve let you go first.” 

You’d had fun learning the differences between their approaches. While both were gentle, Minho liked holding you firm, self assured and without hesitation. Seungmin’s fingers were always delicate, almost ghosting over you until you were grinding into his hand in desperation. 

“You were in the shower,” Minho says, rolling onto his side again to watch your face as you resist the temptation to start moving your hips. “She wasn’t alone.” 

It’s not a small feat, keeping your hips still as his long fingers stroke through your folds far too softly. You know he likes it, the way your chest rises and falls with your increasingly shaky breathing. This was why he wanted to go first. “I feel you, baby,” he says as he presses a little harder, enough to massage some of your wetness up to your clit. “Feel how you want me.” 

Minho’s fingers on your chin come at exactly the right moment, just as you’re about to give in and take what you need. He lifts your eyes to his. “Are you comfortable?” he asks. “Warm?” 

There’s an answer at the tip of your tongue, it should be easy to respond. It isn’t. You’re too focused on the desperate need to roll your hips back into your boyfriend, the one with his fingers between your legs. Seungmin makes the decision for you, slipping his hand away long enough to practically lift you onto Minho’s torso. Your head drops into his shoulder, the satin of your bunched up nightgown the only separation between your chests. 

“Good?” Minho asks, his steady breaths lifting you slightly with each inhale. 

You manage a small hum in return just before Seungmin situates himself behind you. You have an outlet this time, a firm grasp in Minho’s hair as the teasing resumes. You know how long he can make this stretch on, how long he can occupy himself with toying with you. His warm breath ghosts over you occasionally after he readjusts himself on the mattress, making himself comfortable between your legs. 

“Enough,” you eventually gasp with a tug to Minho’s hair. 

“I agree,” the man under you says, wrapping his fingers around your wrist in an attempt to detach you. “Enough.” 

You can hear Seungmin’s smirk when he speaks next, “Enough? You wanna start the day? Have a shower? I can make breakfast.” 

You groan a little into Minho’s neck, wordlessly begging him to deal with the man refusing to fuck you. His arm wraps around your waist, pressing you a little more into his chest. “Seungmin,” he says, a clear threat in his tone. 

The man behind you chuckles. “Mm, I got it.” Then the bed dips, giving you a moment to prepare as he adjusts himself behind you. Minho’s fingers dig into your waist as you’re filled, as if he can feel it too: the stretch. Full, full, full. You’re tugged down a little as Seungmin takes hold of your hips, giving him the leverage he needs to take you slow and deep. The warmth of Minho’s torso seeps through the satin as it slides beneath you. You’re glad for it, the way it offers you a frictionless barrier between skin as one boyfriend fucks you into the other. 

You’re faintly aware of someone playing with your hair at some point. It’s hard to be sure. You’re consumed. 

“Baby?” Seungmin questions after a while, a little breathless. “Okay?” His fingers press into your hips as he stills. 

Minho drops a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Okay,” you breathe. It’s all you can manage. In reality ‘okay’ barely covered it. You’d tuck this memory away, treasure the rare opportunity to have them both like this. 

Minho starts speaking as Seungmin begins moving again, lazily shoving you up and down against the man beneath you. “Can you feel me?” he says, lifting his hips slightly off the bed. His cock brushes your inner thigh each time Seungmin pulls you down. “Should I fuck you just like this?” he continues. “Do you need a break… or can I fill you as soon as he’s done, hm?” 

You bite into his shoulder. It seems enough of a response. Minho hisses, squeezing you against his torso and preventing Seungmin from pulling you down onto his cock. You know what you’ve started before Seungmin opens his mouth. “Let her go,” he grumbles. 

“She bit me,” Minho responds. 

“Let her go,” Seungmin repeats, voice strained.

Minho is silent, his arms remaining tight around you. You imagine them staring each other down, unable to hold back your muffled giggle at the image. “Let her go or I will bite you,” Seungmin threatens. 

“No you won’t.”

Seungmin falls over you, his breath tickling the skin behind your ear. “Tell him to let go,” he instructs with a kiss to your neck. When he retreats you lift your head so you can cradle Minho’s cheeks in your hands. They had a way of making you obedient. It was unlike you. You were only this way with them. Seungmin took advantage of it the most. 

“Min,” you start. “Don’t you want your turn?” He blinks. “The longer you play around the longer it’ll be before I can feel you. I wanna feel you so badly, please let go.” 

He smacks his lips together, glances over your shoulder, and then drops his arms from around you. Easy. You’re quick to press little kisses to the spot you’d bitten, a silent apology as Seungmin takes his place behind you. “Good girl,” he says as he traces your entrance with the tip of his cock. It’s hard not to bite into Minho’s shoulder again when Seungmin finally presses inside again, settling for nuzzling into his neck instead. 

It feels right, being between them like this. They so often kept their distance from each other, both a little awkward about physical affection. You liked to think of yourself as a thick layer of honey, sticking them together and sweetening them up. Seungmin had found the idea particularly funny. Minho had said nothing, simply taking up the habit of referring to you as honey when he was attempting to soften you up. Unfortunately, it worked. 

You sense the moment Seungmin decides to give in, to chase his high. A low groan and then he’s scooping you up, lifting you off Minho and fucking you in his lap. He can hold you properly like this, arms around you as he pants into your neck. Minho never takes his eyes off you, his hand moving down to stroke himself slowly as he watches the man he shares you with grind up into you.

You struggle deciding where to look, his deep brown eyes or his leaking cock. 

Seungmin grasps one of your breasts as he lets out a desperate whine. His other hand holds your hip, tugging you down as he stutters up into you—finally releasing. They both sound pretty when they finish, whether its a low grown or a high whimper. 

You fall forward when he releases you, catching yourself with one hand on each side of Minho—pressed into the mattress below. One, two, three deep breaths and then he’s wrapped around you, tugging you down into him so he can fuck up into you like he promised. They were a good pair. Seungmin liked working you up, and Minho loved fucking the other man’s cum into you. He moved his hips a little quicker than Seungmin. He likes the messy sounds. 

Seungmin drops to the bed beside you, propping himself onto his arm so he can watch. 

“You full enough?” Minho grunts out as he tugs you up and down his cock. 

You know what he wants to hear. He pauses as you lift yourself a little, manoeuvring yourself so you can brush your lips against his. “No,” you whisper. “I need more.”

His chest rises and falls, heavy and deep. “More what?” he prompts. 

Seungmin reaches over to trace patterns along your back as you hesitate. Then, “Cum,” you whisper. “I need more.” 

“Mm?” Minho hums, sweet and gentle. “Okay, honey.” 

His arms tighten around you, the firm grip contrasting with the delicate patterns Seungmin continues tracing over the bare skin by your shoulders. Then his hips are off the bed, thick thighs offering all the leverage he needs to fuck up into you as he pants into your mouth. 

[frost-queen]

Puffskein's competition (Reader x Sebastian Sallow)

Requested by @freek12569 Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m,

Summary: You and Sebastian are in a happy relationship till one day you get a puffskein gifted from Poppy. The little ball of puff taking away all your attention, making you spend less time with Sebastian to his annoyance.

“Out of the way.” – Poppy called out loud, panting out of breath. She was waving her arms across to make way. Needing a clear path to her destination. Students jumped aside or pushed their friends aside seeing the whirlwind of Poppy Sweetings haste herself in the corridors. She received many glares or confused glances which she could care less for. – “Sorry.” – she panted out, squeezing herself between two friends.

Amit came walking out of a classroom, carrying a pile of books. – “Away!” – Poppy called out, startling him. He screamed as his books got flown up. Poppy took out her wand, slowing a bit down. – “Levioso.” – she said over her shoulder. Amit’s books started to float up and down in the air. – “Sorry Amit, emergency.” – Poppy shouted at him before running away.

Turning a corner, she nearly slipped. – “Easy Sweetings.” – Garreth Weasley called out seeing her nearly take a tumble. – “Can’t speak.” – she breathed out as an answer. Garreth leaned forwards to watch her run towards the end of the corridor, taking a sharp turn to the left.

Nearly close to passing out from having run almost the entirety of Hogwarts in search of you. Finally she saw you. Near Professor Fig’s classroom. – “Y/n!” – Poppy called out relieved. It made you turn your head curiously. Sebastian’s head appearing beside yours. Quirking his eyebrows at the loud Hufflepuff screaming her lungs out for you. Your eyes widened seeing Poppy haste over to you.

Having a clue of what she was about to do, you let go of Sebastian’s hand. Poppy jumped against you for a hug, making you wrap your arms around her so she wouldn’t fall. The two of you spun a bit around from the impact. Laughing loud, you set Poppy back down. – “Hello Poppy.” – you said with a smile. – “Y…Y/n…” – she panted out, needing to catch her breath.

“You need to come with me.” – she said taking your hand. Sebastian puffed up his chest, pulling your arm back to him. – “Where?” – he wanted to know. Poppy gave him a tiresome look. – “I have something for her.” – Poppy told him. Sebastian quirked his eyebrow at her.

You removed your arm from him, turning round to him. – “I’ll be right back.” – you told him with a kiss against his cheek. Sebastian immediately curled up a smile. Too smitten with you.

“Okay.” – he answered sheepishly, rubbing his hands together. You gave him a goodbye kiss on his lips before following Poppy. Sebastian remained behind waving you goodbye as you went with Poppy. Poppy grabbed your arm near the stairs, starting to run. – “Where are we going?” – you asked, running along to keep up with her. – “I saved it from poachers.” – Poppy explained, revealing a bit from the secret.

That gave you enough to know it was a mystical beast. – “Alone?” – you questioned, knowing how ruthless those poachers can be. Poppy hummed soft nearly bumping Leander out of the way. – “Watch it!” – he called out annoyed. – “Poppy.” – you groaned out, not liking that she went alone. – “I know, I know.” – she puffed out. She led you out of the castle, onto the fields. Running to the left.

Away from the castle. Past the quidditch stadium to the class of care for mystical beasts. In one of the cages was a yellow furball. Bouncing happily around at the sight of Poppy. Poppy had let go of you, kneeling before the cage. – “I couldn’t let the poachers have him.” – Poppy spoke whilst opening the cage.

She took out the puffskein, holding it in her arms. Giving it a sweet rub before turning to you. – “It’s yours.” – she exclaimed holding the puffskein out to you. – “Me?” – you blurted out in shock. Tilting your head a bit at the beast. Poppy hummed loudly. – “You’ll be a great mama to it.” – she pointed out. Smiling nervously, you weren’t sure about this. Never having cared for a beast outside of class.

“I’m… not sure…” – you told her hesitantly. Poppy waved your comment away. – “You’ll be great Y/n.” – shoving the puffskein practically at you. Swallowing nervously, you let your hand lower on his head. Feeling the softness of his fur. Eyes locking with the yellow furball as they seemed to widen.

Patting him more, you felt a certain cuteness over you. Taking him from Poppy, you held him up to the sun. – “Aww look at him smiling at me.” – saying out loud. Poppy chuckled sweetly. – “I knew you’d like him.” – she told you. You moved it closer to your chest, hugging it gently.

“I’ll take good care of you.” – you told the puffskein. The beast made a sound that made your heart melt. You gave Poppy a kiss against her cheek, walking off with your puffskein. Completely in awe of it. – “You must be hungry little guy.” – you spoke to it, using an extra sweet voice. – “I’ll find you some food.” – you held the puffskein in your arms, walking down the hill.

After having found some food, you sat down in the grass. Combing the puffskein’s fur. Humming softly as you were so occupied with him. Barely noticing anyone approaching you. – “I thought you’d come right back?” – Sebastian spoke, coming to hover over you. Leaning his head down to look at yours from upside down as the sudden beast made him jump back.

Not expecting it to be there on your lap. – “What’s that?” – he called out. – “A puffskein.” – you told him, holding it up to him with a smile. – “I can see that, but why do you have it?” – he questioned, pushing your hand slightly back so that the furball was out of his face. – “Poppy gave it to me.” – you answered. – “Right.” – Sebastian sighed out coming to sit beside you.

“So about that owl from Fig.” – Sebastian began wanting to discuss. You hummed loud, continuing to comb the puffskein’s fur. – “About the next trial. There is no chance I’m letting you go alone.” – he started to talk, pulling out some grass to play with it in his hands. – “Sure…” – you answered barely listening. Too focused on your puffskein.

You lifted it up, smiling widely at it, before bringing it down to leave kisses on his fur. Sebastian glanced your way with furrowed brows. – “Are you even listening?” – he asked. – “Of course.” – you responded without looking back at him. Sebastian threw the grass away, grabbing you by your cheeks. Forcing you to look at him. – “Y/n, this is important!” – he made clear with desperation in his eyes.

He wanted nothing more than to keep you save. He rather not have you endure all those trials alone. Knowing they were dangerous and you could get seriously hurt. – “I know.” – you exaggerated. Sebastian sighed loud when you turned your head away to look at the puffskein again. – “Y/n can you please look at your boyfriend and not the furball on your lap.” – Sebastian called out annoyed.

You gasped in shock at him. – “He is not a furball.” – you told him clear. Feeling offended, you got up, walking off. – “Y/n where are you going?” – Sebastian shouted confused. – “Anywhere!” – you shouted back at him. Sebastian sighed loud, letting himself fall back into the grass with open arms. With a loud groan he got up after laying still for around five minutes. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked off.

Kicking a little rock on his way out of spite. Unbelievable that a furball like that could suck all your attention away. There was much at stake. You still had a target on your back. Rookwood and Ranrok wanting you served on a platter to them. This was important as he wanted to do anything to keep you save. He made his way back into the castle to go to the next class.

You sat with your puffskein in professor Fig’s class. Only Sebastian and you around. Sebastian has been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes. Trying to span a conversation with you, but you barely gave him any talk back. To occupied with your puffskein. Now he sat beside you, hand under his chin at your side, looking annoyed away.

“Who’s the cutest little ball of fluff in Scotland?” – you said out loud holding a candy up. – “Me.” – Sebastian grumbled out, tapping his fingers annoyed on the desk. – “You.” – you exclaimed gasping happily at your puffskein throwing the candy up. Your puffskein caught it as you clapped for it. Sebastian exhaled bored. Ever since that puffskein came into your life, he has been hating it ever since.

You barely had any time left for him. Devoting all your time and attention to the furball. And when you were meeting up, he could barely have all your attention. Completely devoted to the fluffball. Groaning loud, he let his hands fall stretched out over the desk, laying his head down. Thumping it lightly against the wood.

“Sebastian stop thumping your head, you are unsettling my puffskein.” – you told him. It made him stop, eyes widening. – “Unbelievable.” – he muttered out, lifting his head up. Knowing being around you had no reason, he got up. Near the door, he glanced over his shoulder to see if you would notice it. Instead you were teaching the fluffball tricks. Sebastian lowered his head, taking his leave.

Hearing the door shut, you looked around confused. – “Sebastian?” – you said with furrowed brows. Sebastian went down the few stairs finding Ominis sitting down on a bench. He came sitting by his side with a deep sigh. – “That hard?” – Ominis commented. Sebastian leaned forwards, rubbing his forehead thoughtfully. – “Ever since she has that puffskein I hardly see her.” – Sebastian told his closest friend.

Ominis’s eyes widened. – “Did you say puffskein?” – he called out curious. – “Yes and when she is around, she barely gives me attention.” – Sebastian rambled on as Ominis interrupted him. – “Where is she?” – Ominis asked having slapped his hand against Sebastian’s chest. – “Fig’s class why?” – he questioned with a quizzable brow.

Ominis got up in a hurry. – “Hey!” – Sebastian called out at his friend leaving his side too. Ominis ran back up to Fig’s class, opening the door panting. – “Oh Sebastian I’m…” – you started words swallowed back in at the sight of Ominis. – “You have a puffskein?” – he nearly screamed out. – “Yes.” – you responded happily. Ominis hasted over to you, wand up. He let his hand pat around the desk.

Growing a smile when he touched the puffskein’s fur. – “Can I borrow it?” – Ominis asked. – “Why?” – you questioned uncertain. Ominis chuckled secretly. – “I want it to meet someone.” – he replied patting the puffskein. It took you a second to get it. – “No.” – you said reluctant. – “No!” – you repeated more certain afterwards. – “Come on Y/n!” – Ominis begged.

“You are not showing my puffskein to Duncan!” – you let out, knowing he would use it to prank him. – “Y/n please.” – Ominis grabbed you by your uniform, forcing you to look at him. – “I am begging you! You can’t deny me this opportunity.” – he moved his hands up, cupping your cheeks. Squashing them a bit together. – “I’ll be good for it. Y/n I beg you. I’ll do anything for you.” – he called out, making you laugh.

Unable to resist your dear friend, you gave in. – “Fine!” – you said. Ominis kissed your cheek, happily taking the puffskein from you. – “Duncan puffscan here I come!” – he shouted loud whilst leaving the classroom.

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[clovermae]

Just Us Two

🍀 Pairing: time-skip!Kozume Kenma x gender-neutral!Reader

🍀 Genre: Fluff

🍀 Word Count: 734

🍀 A/N: Posted on AO3 here! Enjoy! 💚

“Kenma?” you call out, hand rapping on the door, but there is no response. You knock one more time before opening the door, observing as the light from the hallway pools into the dark room. Your eyes naturally drift to the corner, where you immediately spot him sitting on his bed, hunched over and eyes glued to the game in his hands. The dim light from the screen casts a glimmer in his concentrated eyes. A lighthearted grin spreads on your face as you stroll over to Kenma carefully to not startle him.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” Kenma shifts his gaze to your languid form, flashing a small smile before returning to his game.

“Hi. I thought you were going to the bathroom.”

“I was.”

“Pretty long way to go to use the bathroom don’t you think?” You take a moment to admire the simple layout of his childhood bedroom. Just a bed, a desk, and a large shelf of video games. It’s quite fitting for him, you think to yourself. It’s nice to know some things never change. 

Kenma doesn’t respond to your question and instead hums in contemplation, brows furrowed, thumbs anchored to the gamepad and buttons while staring at the now paused screen. You can’t help but admire the soft glow on his face. His hair is usually down, shielding his cat-like eyes from view, but now the strands are tucked neatly into a ponytail. 

“Lev was annoying.” is all he says, and you can’t help the chuckle that rumbles from within. Your hand moves to tuck a stray piece behind his ear, fingers dancing along his jawline until his face rests in your palm. 

“You always think Lev is annoying,” you reply with a grin. But it begins to wilt at the image of Kenma slipping away to escape the noise and chaos of Kuroo’s Nekoma reunion. Maybe he’s overwhelmed or exhausted, and you failed to notice anything. “You sure you’re okay, Ken?”

“I am.” Kenma sinks his head further into your hand until it eventually rests on your shoulder. In turn, your arm naturally finds its way around his blanket-clad shoulder. “I just wanted to sit in my room for a bit. I like it better.” The straightforwardness in his answer is reassuring, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“You could’ve told me you know? I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“You looked like you were having fun. I didn’t want to force you to come with me. That’s why I have this.” Kenma tugs at the edges of the blanket you gave him many years ago. You’re surprised he still has it, but you’re even more surprised by how well taken care of it is. A ghost of a smile appears on his face as his fingertips caress the soft fabric. “It’s warm and cozy. It reminds me of you.”

“Oh.” The words flee from your mind as quickly as they come. Your eyes dart around the dark room idly, searching for an object to rest your gaze on to no avail. 

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?” you whisper, the words finally tumbling out and exposing your bashfulness. With the small source of light, you’re able to make out the light blush dusting Kenma’s cheeks. He lingers for a moment before pulling away and opening up the blanket for you to join him. You pounce on him without skipping a beat and the two of you shift until you find a comfortable position laying on the bed. 

The familiar chimes from Kenma’s game fill the room as you nestle your head closer to his chest, listening to the gentle palpitations of his heart. He was right. You love your friends, but sometimes you need a little time to unwind. 

“When do you wanna go back?” he asks. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Ken.”

“And if I don’t wanna go back?”

“Then we don’t have to.”

“Are you sure?” His hands continue to tap away on his device, but his eyes glance down at you, hints of worry laced in them. 

“I’m sure,” you chuckle, craning your neck to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, “I think being with you is a whole lot better.” A wave of relief washes over him, and you feel his body sink a little more into the mattress. His grip on you becomes slightly more firm as he whispers. 

“Me too.”

[pookietv]

manager to missus | arthurtv

little social media au! arthur tv drabbly thing

first post! enjoy, sorry if it's a bit shit :3

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yourusername: turns out not being in london all the time isn't so bad, can actually see some stars in the sky

gkbarry: come back to london, i miss u x

↳ yourusername: i miss u more, ready for the podcast when you are

georgeclarkey: never thought i'd say this but please come back, chris cannot do anything without you sorting it out

↳ yourusername: afraid to tell you you will be stuck with chris for a little longer, suck it up

arthurtv: hope you're having a good time!

↳ yourusername: thanks arthur! will have to catch up when i'm back :)

↳ georgeclarkey: @/yourusername how come you're nice to him and i get told to suck it up ??

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkey thats because i like arthur more then you, glad we cleared that up x

chrismd10: slacking from work, typical

↳ yourusername: if you had to work with you, you would slack too x

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yourusername: if i have to go to one more cold place for the sake of filming i fear i may actually kill one of the boys

faithlouisak: kill ethan if you want, i might get some peace then x

↳ yourusername: on it, i think i was debating it after he flashed his arse at the camera anyways x

maxbaledge: don't come back with them, life without george has been incredible x

↳ yourusername: i will try my best x

chrismd10: you have to admit i was the least annoying this time

↳ yourusername: i fear you are incorrect, you were easily the most annoying

↳ chrismd10: what ?? propaganda going on here

↳ yourusername: you literally almost smashed me in the face with a football

↳ chrismd10: was just trying to fix your face for you

↳ yourusername: and you say you're not annoying??

arthurtv: i am with you on this i do not want to be cold any longer

↳ yourusername: we should unionise against chris together x

↳ arthurtv: time and place and i'll be there

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yourusername: so apparently i'm twenty four now, not a big fan, feeling quite old. at least i got to get very smashed to ignore it! ps, thank you everyone for coming <3

bambinobecky: glad u had a good night, was so lovely to see you x

↳ yourusername: absolutely, you too! glad you were there to neck pints with me in solidarity x

↳ bambinobecky: anytime, what i was built for x

chrismd10: i will forever hate you for guilt tripping me into doing all those shots just because it was your birthday

↳ yourusername: don't lie, you loved it

arthurtv: couldn't have missed it, drunk y/n is one of the best things out there

↳ yourusername: glad to be of service

arthurtv: also the first photo is very pretty

↳ yourusername: going to make me blush mr television

↳ arthurtv: sorry but not

gkbarry: picking you up from the bottom of your own stairs after tumbling down them was a real bonding experience x

↳ yourusername: stop outing me on the main, i'm trying (and failing) to be classy x

georgeclarkey: glad you had a good night!

↳ yourusername: crazy that you're only nice to me when its my birthday

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yourusername: well.. cats out of the bag ?

arthurtv: surprised it didn't come out sooner with chris' fat mouth

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arthurtv: to those who said i'd never go anywhere in life, i got a hot gf so

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[shadowsndaisies]

dogfighting 101: 03 - clear mind, clear skies

wc: 2.2k

synopsis: tempers are rising

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By the time you made it back to the Aviator lounge, your arms were sore, and you knew your shoulders would soon become so as well. Harvard and Yale were on your tail as you walked in, and you were greeted by applause and a few whistles and cheers from your fellow aviators.

You roll your eyes as the boys slump onto the sofa. You drop your gear beside them and start stretching. You had time until the first rotations were done, and figured you might’ve gotten lucky with your dad this go around, but were sure it wouldn’t happen again in the next round.

You rolled your shoulders and stretched your arms and back, doing your best to loosen up the muscles and tendons that were sure to be screaming violently at you tomorrow.

When the first round concluded, Hondo radioed in the second-round match-ups.

You smiled at Phoenix and Bob as your names were called together, and she nodded at you, clearly happy with the outcome as well. Round two would consist of Omaha and Halo with Rooster, Hangman with Coyote, Harvard and Yale with Shadow and Lucky, and Fritz with Payback and Fanboy.

Round two did not bring the same success, for you, or for anyone but your dad.

You’d always known your father was an exceptional flier, he started teaching you as soon it was legal (a little before that if we’re honest), but you’d never seen him fly like this. You’d been through cat and mouse drills, even dogfighting drills, but nothing like the way your dad was on everyone’s tail. Not the way he continued to get tone on a almost perfect success rate. This was something else entirely, and if he was doing this to make a point, you weren’t sure you wanted to know why.

Round two was not a success, but flying with Nat was as good as ever. She had your back and you had hers, and when you got shot down, protecting her and Bob, she sat on the tarmac until your push ups were done. Grabbing your gear and hauling it back inside for you.

Round three brought problems, everyone was starting to get tired, arms were sore, and lots of glares were being thrown at Payback and Fanboy for their big mouths. And then the pairings came tumbling from Hondo’s lips; Phoenix and Bob with Coyote, Omaha and Halo with Harvard and Yale, Hangman with Payback and Fanboy, Shadow and Lucky with Fritz, and you… with Rooster.

You saw Harvard and Yale turn to you, and then glare at Rooster, caught the side glance Hangman sent your way, and the unabashed and completely curious look in Phoenix’s eye that was starting to annoy you.

You of course didn’t say anything, you didn’t even look at him. Instead, you pushed some flyaways out of your face, tightened your laces, and put your vest back on. Waiting to be summoned down to the Tarmac.

When you got down you did a quick pre-check, knowing your jet was already primed after the last two rounds.

“Athena!” It was Rooster, but the tarmac was loud, and if you were lucky, maybe he’d drop it.

When had you ever been that lucky?

“Athena, c’mon!” he shouts again, and your shoulders tense. “Lieutenant Mitchell!” he shouts and this time you stop. Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy were the next group, starting to get in their jets while you and Rooster were supposed to be doing pre-flight prep.

Bradley was loud enough on the last shout that he also caught their attention. Payback looked up and his eyes danced between you and Bradley before shaking his head and looking back at his plane, pushing at Fanboy to do the same. Jake, on the other hand, stood up from where he had been crouched, and was staring unabashed directly at you. You sigh, placing your stuff down, and then turn to look at Bradley.

He looked just as tense as you felt.

“We can’t-” he starts and sighs, pushing the aviators off his eyes to stare straight at you. “We can’t fly like this.”

“I don’t have a problem,” you say flippantly.

“Oh, thank god for that,” he scoffs sarcastically, and you roll your eyes. “Then say something, (Y/n), talk to me, do something! It’s not like you ever email me back!”

“Keep your god damn voice down, Bradley. We are not teenagers, you do not get to shout at me when you get mad, not anymore. And you do not get to air out our shit for everyone else to see. So you better get that temper in check, and then leave it on the ground, because if you fly with that shit, you’ll get us all killed.”

Rooster pauses, his face scrunches up and then he sighs.

“We don’t have a problem, because that implies there had to be something to fuck up, and by my count, there hasn’t been, not in over a decade,” you tack on, and his lips tug down. “It’s going to be a shit show when we get up there, so how about we do our best to lessen that, my arms are starting to get tired,” you say, bending to grab your stuff and then continue your pre-checks.

When you turn you see Jake looking like he’s about to march over, and you shake your head, and watch as he sighs but goes back to his jet.

…

Normally when you’re in the air, there’s a sense of comfort, but being up in the air with Bradley and your dad, sets your spidey-senses on edge. Jake, Payback, and Fanboy hadn’t been successful and now here you were.

“Well Aviators, it’s time for this fight to begin,” your dad announces, but his voice is tense and you all know why.

“Let’s turn and burn, Rooster,” you call out, trying to keep yourself in check.

“Breaking left,” he announces and you do the opposite.

“Eyes?” you ask.

“Negative.”

Suddenly there’s a jet wash, as Maverick shoots up on your right.

“Shit, fuck,” you cuss as your hurry to steady your jet. “Red card,” you hiss out.

“I thought we switched to penalty minutes?” Maverick asks and your breath hitches at your faux pas.

In the before, before Bradley stormed out, before bridges were burned, but after Carole’s death. After Bradley moved in, there was a time that you privately consider some of the best in your childhood. Your dad used to take you and Bradley up in planes with Ice. Legally, you have to be 14 to start flying planes but with a licensed adult, and 16 to fly solo. Bradley was 17 and you were just a few months short of turning 14. Ice and your dad decided it was close enough. They’d put you in jets, the beginner kind (as if that existed), deciding that you’d been in small planes enough, to know the basics. Bradley flying solo was getting a taste for it, Ice loved the cat and mouse or dogfighting drills you’d run. He’d barely break a sweat but they were fun. You had called out “Red card!” after Bradley fucked around a little too close to you during one of those flights. Ice and your dad had laughed, but you’d been adamant, still getting used to the feel of the jets. And slowly you all started using the language, Maverick and Ice often calling out “Yellow” when you and Brad got a little too competitive. In the end, it was Ice’s idea to switch to penalty minutes like in a Hockey game. Penalties like time outs to be served when you all had your feet back on the ground. Anything from a 2-minute minor, 5-minutes, 10-minute major, and even an ejection from the game (being grounded for an undefined set of time).

“That was a long time ago,” is all you manage to offer, but it pulls you back to the moment, and you work to shove it all down.

You had rules for a reason. Yale and Harvard, they seemed to understand better than anyone else, maybe because they’d seen you distracted and dissociative on the ground, and they could imagine just how detrimental it would be in the sky. You left this shit on the ground for a reason, a clear mind meant clear skies.

“He’s on your 2 o’clock high,” Bradley offers.

You turn, and then you see your dad, he sticks to you. He stays close, following each and every move you make like a shadow.

You turn quickly going up, “Where the hell are you, Rooster?” you ask, risking a glance out the canopy as you start pulling evasive maneuvers, looking at both your dad and then again for Rooster.

“I’m coming,” he huffs, but your dad seems to get closer

“Pick up the god damn pace, Bradshaw, he’s closing in!” you shout again.

“I said, I’m coming! Just take a fucking breath, Mitchell!” he shouts back, there’s the temper.

If your comms had been connected to the radio in the lounge you would be able to hear the “oh shits” let out by more than a few of the aviators waiting on deck. If you were there you would be able to see the looks Harvard and Yale shared, the furrowed brow on Phoenix, and the way Hangman’s fist clenched as his eyes flicked to the radar monitor showcasing the movements of each plane, he had just gotten back after completing his push-ups.

You want to bite back with something, anything, harsh words bubble in your mouth but you keep it shut and breath heavily instead. You dive into a barrel roll when your dad gets closer. You look out and you see Bradley coming up on his six.

“Take the shot, Rooster!” you shout, knowing you couldn't sustain this.

Unfortunately and predictably, Rooster hesitates.

Maverick seems like he was expecting that as well, because the second you’re forced to straighten out, your dad shoots forward and hits you with tone.

“Fuck!” you shout, hitting the side of your jet.

“Go see Hondo,” Maverick sighs, and you turn to the ground, silently fuming the entire time.

...

You were already doing your push-ups by the time Bradley gets out of his jet. Your flight-suit's pulled down, and your tank-top's on display as the asphalt dug angrily into your palms. Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote had just taken off for their turn and Harvard and Yale were walking up to start their pre-flight checks with Omaha and Halo. They pause by you, as if waiting, but Hondo waves them along. Then Bradley comes walking toward you and both Harvard and Yale shoulder past him, causing Rooster to pause and glare at their backs.

“Girl, you gotta get this shit in check,” Hondo’s voice is low. “you know the stakes,” he reminds you and you turn to glare at him.

“Keep counting, Hondo,” you say simply.

He shakes his head but continues to do as requested.

You know he's right, you don’t like it, but whatever’s coming, you know it’d be better if everyone was on a good note. Bradley could stew in this vindictive mess that he created for all you cared. What you didn't care for though was the connotation that it was your responsibility to fix it. After all, he was the one who broke it.

Bradley waits, though. He waits until your push-ups are done and when there's nowhere else for you to be distracted or to avoid, he stares hard at you. To your credit, you stare back.

You last all of a minute before you finally cave, "You need to get your shit together, Bradshaw!”

He stares at you for a minute longer, hesitating with what to say. You know he’s thinking too hard, you can see it in his expression, somehow still able to read him like you did when you were teenagers, despite the time and distance that has separated you since.

You hate him a little bit more in that moment, for being as readable as he used to be.

You hate him for all the things he said, the insecurities he took advantage of.

But you hate him the most because for a very long time, there was no one you trusted more than him.

And for a very long time after, he made it hard to trust others.

In the end, he waits too long hesitating too much with what he wanted to say, and you give up. The fire that was burning in you was like a star that died, burning too bright and then burning itself out.

"I can't do this with you, I can't go through it again with you. Our lives are on the line, and it’s not just about you and me, everyone’s lives are on the line and I can't, I won’t go through this again,” you finally manage to spit at him.

Your skin is blistering under his gaze, but he still doesn't say anything. You scoff, pushing your hair back, before you turn and start walking back into the hanger.

Hondo expected you to be the bigger person, and maybe if it had been anyone else you could be.

But not with Bradley.

Not after everything.

...

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[xiouahh]

☆ numb ─ 02.　love

The moment I opened my dorm mailbox, a large pile of letters and presents tumbled out onto the floor. It was nothing new ─ Luckily, I had brought along a paper bag to put all of the letters and presents in. Gathering up the gifts and cards, I placed them carefully inside.

“ [name]? “ A familiar voice calls out, I look up to see a boy with platinum blonde hair, with a single orange-red streak running down one side. He’s towering over me as his gaze is fixed on mine.

I watched as his eyes scan the scattered notes and presents around me, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “ Ah, more letters to respond to? “ he says, crouching down to assist me in putting everything into the paper bag. I nod in response, smiling warmly at Kazuha.

As I gaze at the letters and presents scattered around me, I couldn’t help but wonder — wasn’t he also a popular figure, just like me? After all, he’s been quite helpful and always maintains good grades, which earned him a spot in the student council, too. Yet, despite his popularity, I noticed that he doesn’t have any gifts from his admirers to put down in a paper bag, just like mine.

I turn to Kazuha, who’s still helping me put all the cards and presents into my paper bag. " Do you have your letters and gifts stored somewhere as well? " I ask him, hoping that he isn’t feeling left out.

Fortunately, he responds with a smile, saying, " Yes, I’ve already kept them safe at my dorm. " His answer assures me that he’s just as well-loved as I am — even if his cards and gifts aren’t with him at this moment.

“ You have a lot of admirers, if I’m being honest, I think they even outnumber mine. And it leaves me wondering, not to be forward or anything, but are you not interested in taking a chance on any of them? " He asked, his gaze locked onto mine as I contemplated his suggestion.

"I don’t know.. Most— no, all of them only like me for my looks, can you believe that? It’s as if they don’t even see me past my appearance, and it’s so frustrating. " I said with a huff, shaking my head.

“ Ah, yes... I can see how you may feel that way. But believe me when I tell you that there is at least one person out there who loves you for who you truly are, regardless of your current struggles, or appearance. That person may be hiding behind all the noise in your life, but they exist, I assure you. "

He takes a moment to admire the last card in his hand. The image on the front is a sketch of a cat, rendered in deep purple ink. The creature’s expression is one of contentment, with its eyes closed and mouth pulled up into a contented little smile. He lets out a small chuckle as he looks at it, clearly pleased with the result.

" You’re an amazing person, [name]. You’re hardworking and responsible, surely one of your admirers will see it. "

I watched as he looked directly at me, then placed the final card in the paper bag before standing up. With his hand extended towards me, I took it and got to my feet. I gave him a warm smile.

“ Thank you, Kazuha. “

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SYPNOSIS.　You had always been the independent, strong-willed person who didn't need anyone's help. Despite your best efforts, your trauma continues to plague you, making it difficult for you to trust and connect with others. That is, until you meet a young man who is everything you've wanted in a partner. Despite his aloof demeanor, he manages to break your emotional barriers and become a source of healing and support for you. As you learn to trust and open up to him, he becomes the healer of your heart, helping you heal from your trauma.

AUTHOR.　Might post a few eps all together then not post for a few days, my laptop’s charger broke and school starts soon (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

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[ghosts-and-glory]

Gonna be honest, no idea what that last asker was talking about when they said Narinder deserved purgatory more. The guy is messed up, don't get me wrong, but the sheep genocide was completely out of his control. There isn't even any evidence that he got locked up for anything other than inventing a way to revive followers!

Narinder is much more palatable than the bishops and the fandom tends to forget that making him pissy/angry all the time is actually pretty ooc (ESPECIALLY considering the time it took between updates). He liked you as a god, he was mad for a while as a follower, AND THEN HE SAID HE RESPECTED YOU AS A GOD BEFORE YOU EVEN FULLY FINISHED HIS QUEST LINE!

Tldr; Narinder isn't as bad as the bishops, torture is cringe unless it's character building :)

That cat spent a thousand years being punished, let him rest. He’s been punished for his betrayal, a thousand years of it. During the game his crime is trying to escape a prison that he would never be allowed out of. He’s given no opportunity to reform, no time to rest and no end in sight.

I do enjoy it when follower Narinder is a bitch, I just want him to be mean to me is that too much to ask?

I’m a chronic adhd rambler and I hate scrolling by long posts. More thoughts on Narinder under the cut.

I do think this bit of dialogue is telling.

If you resurrect he seems to imply that resurrection is what started him towards his betrayal. He points out specifically that that there are no other gods to stop you from playing with life and death, this action makes him see himself in The Lamb. His reaction to the funeral is more reserved. Maybe he’s disappointed, maybe he feels some level of relief that you wouldn’t repeat his actions, maybe a bit of both.

And there’s his dialogue after his defeat.

I was originally gonna say something about his murder dialogue but I got distracted by how fucked up he is. Narinder, baby, I know you’re the god of death but begging to die is not normal.

But yeah the point that he seems to respect the Lamb’s godhood kinda supports my game theory that the Lamb is more death than Narinder. At the end of his godhood Nari was corrupt, driven by revenge and power. Depending on your actions as the Lamb you are now either walking the same corrupt path as he did, respecting the natural order of life and granting rest, or a bit of both.

I do think its easiest to love Narinder out of all of the npcs in the game. Yeah okay he’s evil in that good tumbly sexler man kinda way but he’s also the character with the most content. He has the most dialogue, you meet with him the most, he’s got the hardest boss battle with unique mechanics. I get why he’s the fan favourite and why people like Narilamb, what gayer than being character foils? Nothing.

He’s my little meow meow and I’m mean to him cause I love him. Mwah.

[chirp-featherfowl]

@ilexdiapason tagged me in a picrew chain!! i don't know picrew etiquette so i guess i am also making my own post :P

i like pretending i'm not allergic to cats and pretending i have wavy hair. in a better world, maybe...

tagging. um. wow i have mutuals!! @tmgstudios-main, @rainerhammond, and @jadejemdoesstuff. feel free to not do it if you don't want to!

[bucktommyweek]

BuckTommyWeekend Masterlist

I'm so sorry this took me so long, everyone but I do want to again thank everyone who participated.

Here is the list of fics and creations from BuckTommyWeekend in April.

Note: If your contribution is missing please reply to this post and I will add it asap.

The AO3 Collection can also be found here.

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Masterlist – The Clean Edition

Day 1: Alternate First Meeting

Begin Again by @starrysophie04

Good Deeds with a Bad Future by @tommy-kinard-buckley

In the Right Place by @katyobsesses

Slide on Through My Window by @tommykinardkink

The Warning Signs Are There (I’m Spiralling Anyway) by @evan-privileges

Moonlight Meeting by @ezvlli

Guide Me Home by @diazevan

Now I remember what it feels like to fly, you give me butterflies by @aesthetictarlos

One Hell of a Story by @half-bakedboy

The Wedding Date by @frizzlenox

Fratboy FWB AU by @fakemouthstatics

Not even a little, not even at all by @kinard-buckley

This seat taken by @saras-almanac

Alternate First Meeting by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze by @bucktheally

Can I call you by @brasscati

A Very Different Poker Night by @regent-of-rarepairs

these few, rare, beautiful things by @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat

Day 2: A Figure From Their Past

The Lucky One by @starrysophie04

Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they’re tumbling down b @aesthetictarlos

I can do it with a broken heart by @ezvlli

Is there something you need to tell me? By @frizzlenox

When the sun goes down by @sweet-sammy-kisses

I love you, I’ll love her too by @half-oz-eddie

When you smile (it kills me) by @diazevan

Blast from the Past by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

What we have by @saras-almanac

a blast from the past by @kinard-buckley

can't be said that i'm an early bird; it's ten o'clock before i say a word by @bucktheally

Day 3: “I’ll come for you, no matter what.”

Stay Stay Stay by @starrysophie04

Netflix and Chills by @nine-one-one

“I’ll come for you no matter what.” by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

I’ll take care of you and honey, you’ll take care of me too by @aesthetictarlos

You, me and the silence by @ezvlli

you and me (that’s what i want) by @kinard-buckley

you keep telling me to live right; to go to bed before the daylight by @bucktheally

Day 4: Their Favourite Firsts

If Love is Fire, then I’ll Burn for You by @reformedplayerbibuck

The Very First Night by @starrysophie04

Relax and Breathe by @nine-one-wanton

The Sleepover by @frizzlenox

Time has brought your heart to me by @actually_allie

Their favorite firsts by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate by @bucktheally

Multi-Day Fill

My walls are made of my heart (would you still break them gently) by @thetangycheesemanwithaplan

Masterlist - The Dirty Edition

Day 1: “No touching. You’ll be patient and wait until I’m done.” || Stop and Start

An Endless List of Really Impressive Stuff by @nine-one-wanton

I light the match to taste the heat by @mooshkat

Burning Touch by @sweet-sammy-kisses

No Touching by @buckxtommy

No Touching by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

but what would you do if i went to touch you by @losermanediaz

we’re hot as hell, does it burn when I’m not here by @aesthetictarlos

Day 3: The Toy Chest

Polaroids by @frizzlenox

Day 4: “Guess what I’m wearing...”

On the other side of the line by @ezvlli

“Guess what I’m wearing...” by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

Catalina by @fictasticvoyage

[warmblanketwhump]

hello hello! after an accidental hiatus, I'm back with an entry into the surrender an ask game that @save-the-villainous-cat and @epiclamer put together where we all swapped asks. thanks so much for doing this!!!

here's my ask: Hi! I’ve become obsessed with your Hero Gets Yanked By An Upstanding Citizen Into Their Window And Into Their Heart post and I was wondering if you could- maybe- on the off chance- if you have time- come back to it for another scene? I just love the duo’s dynamic so much, the lovable hero who is trying a little too hard at any given chance, and the citizen who is wholly unafraid to manhandle a superhero into their home and into their life. That’s the vibes I was getting from their short interaction anyway- I love them so much aaagugfyduhijigififiguftgb your writing makes me go insane” Submitted by @yourheartonfire

The hero checks once, twice behind their shoulders, then collapses on to the rickety fire escape. It's off the beaten path, away from anyone. Sure, there's a little prickle of guilt that it's a Saturday night, and there are probably dozens of crimes afoot that need their attention.

But the past few weeks have run them absolutely ragged. If they didn't know better, they'd think that someone was scheming against them deliberately. call after call, summons after summons, each one more dire than the last.

People count on them—people need them, and they like the feeling of being needed. But they're exhausting, aching, injured, absolutely spent. Their leg throbs with a recent injury that they haven't had time to treat, and they can't remember the last time they slept more than three hours at a time.

They lean their head back against the scarred brick of the apartment building, letting their eyes slip closed....

.....and when a wailing siren sounds in the distance, the hero tries not to whimper.

Get up. It's time to go.

And they do get up. Too quickly.

Their toe catches on the edge of the rickety fire escape, and before the hero can react, they're falling, tumbling, twisting, too exhausted and spent to do anything to stop the inevitable pull of gravity on their body.

The last thing they see is the extended metal overhanging of the fire escape before pain shot through their body, and darkness overtook them.

_________________

The hero hoped that when they awoke, they'd somehow find themselves in their own spase, yet comfortable bed, that the last two months had been just a nightmare.

Instead, they hear frustrated, disembodied grunts and feel someone pulling at them, tugging them over something hard and metal and painful for their aching body.

"Get...in...here..."

The hero wants to swat the hands away, but their limbs are dead weight at their sides, and their voice gets stuck in their throat when they try to cry out. So darkness falls again.

_________________

When the hero wakes a second time, they're aware of a throbbing in their bad leg and a pounding in their head, and an ache that's more painful than anything they've ever felt. They're in a dark room, save for a softly glowing salt lamp in the far corner, and they're aware of being tucked under a thick, soft blanket on some sort of couch or daybed.

It's comfortable, safe, warm—and wrong. They have no idea where they are or who they're with, nor how long they've been there, nor how many lives have been lost while they've been knocked unconscious.

They try to call out, but the "hey" comes out as more of a raspy whisper, and the blanket is far too heavy for them to toss from their broken body. In their efforts to move, something gets knocked over with a crash.

"Hey, hey, hey now, don't move. Shhhh." A figure darts into the room and the hero feels two hands against their shoulders, pressing them back into the bed.

"W--where..."

"You're....here. At my apartment. Figured I didn't want to leave you out on my fire escape all night." The shadowed figure flicks on another lamp and the hero winces, hand flying to touch their face—

Their bare face.

A strangled cry flees their throat. Not only have they failed their city, but someone's seen their face, seen how utterly, desperately ordinary they are beneath it all. This someone knows who they are and could ruin it all. Their eyes flicker up to see the stranger standing at the foot of their bed, holding their disguise tenderly in their hands.

"I'm so sorry....I didn't want to take it off, but you were bleeding from a pretty nasty forehead cut, and I didn't want to leave it too long." The stranger's hand lightly ghosts over their hairline, and the hero realizes there's some sort of thick bandage over where the throbbing is radiating from. "I won't tell a soul. Promise. If you have some sort of mind control....thing, you can even erase my memories, if you want, but you need like....a ton of medical attention first. I've done first aid and an outdoor wilderness survival class a couple times, but you probably need some kind of doctor, but I get if you don't want to do that with your identity and all that...."

"Won't....won't bother you" the hero slurs, trying to sit up again, before collapsing back down. Try as they might, they couldn't leave this cursed couch.

"Oh no, no, you're not bothering me at all. You just sorta...freaked me out, is all. And there was a TON of blood, and I couldn't just leave you there, so I just kinda—" the stranger motions with their hands "yanked you right in here, did some first aid, and here we are." The stranger adjust the blankets, tucking the hero in tighter. "You looked pretty banged up."

I supposed I did, the hero muses to themselves. "It's....been a rough few weeks. But I'm okay."

"You sure?" The stranger's brows furrow, and their hand gestures to their leg. "I'm no doctor, but that gash on your leg looks...pretty bad. Shouldn't someone be looking after that?"

Hero hears the subtext of the question. Shouldn't someone be looking after YOU?

The hero isn't quite sure what to say to that. How long has it been since someone tended their wounds, tucked them in, brought them in from the elements, and asked how they were?

"I'm....I'm alright." Hero's mortified to hear the smallest wobble in their voice.

"Hero, that's not what I asked." The stranger's voice is firm, yet gentle, their hand resting on their uninjured knee.

"Right." The hero sniffles, suddenly unable to speak.

The stranger seems to understand the thousand thoughts of the hero's mind that flood the silence, then gently pats their other uninjured leg. "Well, in that case, it's time we get started now that you're awake. I'll get the bandages, and we'll really get you cleaned up and take stock of how much healing you've got ahead of you. No promises, though—I told you, it's only a couple first-aid classes, so don't you judge my wound dressings."

Hero's suprised to hear their own thin, crackly laugh. "Wouldn't dare."

[umbrify]

hello i saw u tagged jimmy solidarity on that "free my man he did none of that. he did a bunch of other shit though" post and i am incredibly compelled by the implications here. please may i have an essay on the subject

YOU MAY.

Okay so we’re gonna be specifically talking about Empires SMP Season 2 Jimmy (henceforth, Jimmy,) and the way he conducts himself, how those actions reflect on him, versus how he sees himself (and how the fandom sees him in turn). Welcome to my Ted Talk.

The most important thing to understand about Jimmy is that he lies. He lies about everything, and convinces himself that his lie is true to the point where he really thinks it is. Take, for example, a moment in Sausage’s episode 41 [full exchange from 9:10 - 19:37] where Jimmy kills Sausage, and then when Sausage, followed by fWhip, return to Tumble Town to discuss the murder, Jimmy blatantly lies about the altercation to fWhip, claiming “[Sausage] came over, and he assaulted me, fWhip!” Jimmy insists that it was Sausage who physically started it, despite that being completely untrue. Jimmy then goes on to deny having killed Sausage Sausage at all, sounding affronted at the idea and demanding to see the player head that drops on death. fWhip asks how many levels Sausage has, which is none, and Jimmy claims that Sausage must have used all his experience. Jimmy denies and lies, and when fWhip goes looking for Sausage’s things, finding them in Jimmy’s storage, Jimmy acts shocked, saying “I think I’m being set up! […] I’m gonna leave this conversation, you do what you gotta do, but I don’t think I’m the bad guy here.” As if Jimmy didn’t explicitly kill Sausage moments ago!! As if it isn’t his fault!!!

And the problem here, the core problem, is that so many people just… believe him. They take Jimmy’s words at face value and assume that he’s always a reliable narrator in his own stories, despite the fact that it couldn’t be further from the case. The issue is less that people assign New and Different problems to Jimmy, more that they strip him of any wrongdoing at all, making him out to be some sad little pathetic wet cat who didn’t deserve it. And— don’t get me wrong, he is extremely sad, but he also did it to himself.

I think one of the more interesting ways to illustrate this, is to talk about the way Jimmy perceives himself. From the start of the season, he always insists on being called “The Sheriff.” He’s not Jimmy, he’s The Sheriff, and throughout the season, he can be seen constantly insisting upon and chasing after that title. He wants respect— or, his version of respect. What he really wants is a yes man. This difference can very clearly be seen in the way he treats the two deputies he had throughout the season.

When fWhip was the deputy, it’s because he wanted to be. He sought Jimmy out because he wanted to be Jimmy’s right hand man, and Jimmy let him. fWhip consistently referred to Jimmy as The Sheriff, upholding Jimmy’s version of the laws as best he could. And, there really is something to be said about the fact that fWhip, as a goblin, inherently didn’t understand the concept of arbitrary laws, or that sort of morality at all, and was only one, upholding it because he cared about Jimmy, but two, treating the laws as Jimmy treated them— i.e, making a shrine for that which Jimmy made a church for, but that’s a whole separate essay that I want to write at some point. Either way, he was good to Jimmy, though their time together was short. He made Jimmy a home away from home in Gobland [fWhip episode 8 timestamp 20:28] and helped Jimmy win the court trial by serving as his lawyer in the case against Joel [Trial best seen in Jimmy’s episode 10 starts at 3:03]. After fWhip was fired, he went around Tumble Town noting down a bunch of “laws” that Jimmy was breaking. I wrote a whole post about this set of interactions already [here] but the short version is this: In fWhip’s episode 12 [5:54], he goes around and marks down all the laws that he’s saying Jimmy is breaking around Tumble Town. […] Of the seven instances that fWhip writes down, SIX of them almost directly relate to Jimmy not taking good care of himself or his empire. To me, it almost reads more like he cares about Jimmy, and is worried about him.

All this to say, that fWhip didn’t Respect The Sheriff as much as he Cared About Jimmy. And that’s an important distinction— he cared about Jimmy, the person. He had this whole veneer of respecting the laws— laws that he didn’t really understand— because he cared about Jimmy. And Jimmy fired him for a prank— one that wasn’t specifically targeted or malicious— because he saw that as Disrespecting The Sheriff. He didn’t want someone who Cared About Jimmy, he wanted someone who Respected The Sheriff. And fWhip wasn’t that.

Enter Scar.

During the Hermitcraft crossover, Scar started gunning for the position as deputy because he wanted the shiny deputy badge. That was it, that was the reason, and Scar acted accordingly. Everything was about acting like he Respected The Sheriff, even when he was blatantly breaking one of the core laws, wearing another player’s hat— both the sheriff hat [Jimmy episode 19 4:07] as well as trading away a sheriff hat, and being seen wearing one of Scott’s Chromia hats [Jimmy episode 22 14:27]. In this episode, Scar backhandedly compliments Jimmy, “oh, you’re just a… cute big guy, aren’t you?” to which Jimmy seems uncertain, asking “I’m real big, right?” to which Scar says he is. Jimmy then asks him about the Chromia hat Scar wears, and Scar tells him that he traded one of the sheriff hats to Scott. Jimmy gets upset at Scar, but before he can get properly mad, Scar distracts him by showing off a new section of Tumble Town that he made. Scar wears the mask of respect for just long enough to get the badge. When Jimmy gives him the badge, he says he has something else that he wants to give Scar as well. “I have found something real special for you, real special.” Scar says “I already got something special, this badge.” Jimmy says “you mean our friendship?” Which Scar dubiously agrees to. This is the last time Jimmy sees Scar before the hermits leave— Scar got what he wanted, and that was all. And yet, Jimmy hired him, because Scar put on the show. Scar was his yes man, Scar Respected The Sheriff, even if he didn’t Care About Jimmy.

He does it to himself, Jimmy does. He pushes away anyone that tries to care about him as a person, and surrounds himself with people that will be his yes men, his little sidekicks, anyone that holds the sheriff title in high regard. It’s why he takes so well to the Old Sheriff, who treats the sheriff title with the same reverence that he does, respecting the title of sheriff without actually respecting Jimmy much at all.

The thing about Jimmy is that he causes his own problems, and they’re all his fault. Yes he is crushingly lonely, and filled with self hatred, but he actively surrounds himself with it. It’s not that people are just inherently mean to him, he is almost asking them to be, by pushing away anyone that seems to care about him as a person.

I think, as my final note here, I wanna bring up a moment from Jimmy’s finale, episode 38. He and the Old sheriff, as they’re making their way to the Nether portal, discuss how fWhip only ever referred to himself as goblin fWhip, never as king. Jimmy says “I don’t think he ever held himself to the regard of being a king, and that— d’you know what? That sucks. He was my deputy for a while, he didn’t really think much of himself, I’m not gonna lie” [9:19]. I just find it interesting, that Jimmy says that it sucks how fWhip never called himself king— a title ostensibly higher than sheriff— and that fWhip was only a deputy. As if he thinks that fWhip could’ve been king, perhaps was worthy of the title, and just never took it— that he sees the taking of a title such as that to be so important, when for fWhip, it never was. I dunno, I just think there’s something to that. I think it says something about Jimmy and about the importance he places on titles that don’t really matter.

Jimmy ran away, in the end. He and the Old Sheriff ran far away from everything they ever knew. fWhip stayed, choosing to live out his days happily in the empire he helped to found. fWhip never took the title of king. Jimmy thinks he should’ve.

Isn’t that something?

[silverbladexyz]

Tears to Shed

It's a coincidence how this is posted on Chuuya's birthday. I hope you guys enjoy! This is a Corpse Bride!AU, and I highly recommend that you watch this to get the gist of what is happening.

TW: Mentions of death, implied cheating (?), female reader. It all makes sense once you read the fic and watch the video. Massive thanks to @justcallmesakira, @saelique and @my-amaz-fanfics for proofreading this :)

“Oh my! I’ve spent so long in the dark… I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

The cool night air went unnoticed as you stood on the snow. A small perk of being dead was that the cold wasn’t an annoyance anymore. 

A breeze blew through the trees, sending a ghastly shiver up their wooden trunks. Their ancient roots dug into the ground that was blanketed with a soft layer of snow. Gnarled branches twisted into the sky, much like the claws of a cat. The entire forest seemed eerie- but to you, it was like home.

Your bony hand tightly grasped around a warm palm. The exact same hand that slid the wedding ring onto your finger with so much love and passion that you immediately burst forth from the grave with a ‘yes’. There were a few murmurs of disapproval in the Underworld, but nobody could deny the fact that you two truly loved each other. Afterall, why would your husband choose to marry you if he disliked you in the first place?

A butterfly fluttered past, catching your attention. You admired the beautiful, complex patterns that swirled on it’s wings, prompting an involuntary chuckle from you. The land of the living sure was a breath of fresh air sometimes. Thanks to the gracious Elder of the underworld, you were able to go back up and meet your lover’s parents. 

You let go of your husband’s hand, and started to do an elegant dance on the snow. Despite being dead, the dancing lessons you took were not for nothing. Why, you could probably even surpass the best dancer of the 1800s! Excitement filled you as you imagined yourself waltzing with your lover, showing him everything that you were capable of. Many men loved a talented woman, and you weren’t about to let yours down.

Perhaps you were a bit too immersed in your daydream, because your foot got caught under a tree branch and snapped your entire lower leg off.

“Ah!”

You let out a small yelp, tumbling onto the soft, thick snow. Horrified, you looked up towards your husband still standing on the snow- you couldn’t let him freak out over a small accident!

But he didn’t seem to realise what had happened; instead, his back was faced towards you.

Embarrassed, you quickly reconnected your leg, and resumed your graceful twirl around him. The wedding dress that you always donned flowed behind you, adding extra elegance to your dance. You felt his eyes on you- he was definitely intrigued by your charm.

The next moment, warmth landed on your shoulders, and your husband gently sat you down on a fallen log in the snow. 

If you had a heart, it definitely would’ve skipped a beat. His gorgeous blue eyes and stunning ginger hair must have been a gift from the gods themselves. Chuuya Nakahara sure was a man admired by many, and he chose you. Life finally seemed to favour you this time.

“... I think I should prepare my parents for the big news of our marriage. I’ll go ahead, and you can wait here.”

His azure eyes stared into yours, patiently waiting for your response. His hands had lifted off from your shoulders, but you didn’t pay it any mind. Just simply being with your spouse was enough for you.

“Perfect! I’ll stay right here.” You smiled at Chuuya with the innocence of a child. He looked taken aback for a moment, but it was gone as quickly as it came. 

Seizing this opportunity, the male quickly stalked off through the forest, running towards the only person that he knew would help him. You giggled a little at his rush; you weren’t going anywhere, afterall. The thought that the male wanted to introduce you to his parents as quickly as possible brought a smile to your face.

The minutes slowly dragged by. What once was gleeful anticipation soon turned into bored waiting, with nothing changing in your surroundings. With your cheek propped in your hand, you let out a small sigh, wondering what on earth was taking Chuuya so long.

“This is the voice of your conscience. Listen to what I say. I have a bad feeling about that boy.”

Your pupils widened a little at the sudden voice, but you quickly rolled your eyes once you realised who it was. Lifting your hand towards your head, you knocked a fist against it several times. It didn’t take long for the culprit to tumble out.

“You know he is a little- AGH!”

The culprit being a small green string-like thing that shot out of your ear and into the snow. 

It was your close friend, Maggot, who lived inside your head ever since you died. And quite literally, too. You couldn’t recall a day in the Land of the Dead without him interjecting with sarcastic remarks that only you could hear.

“Go chew someone else’s ear for a while. Chuuya’s got to see his parents, just like he said.” 

You were a tad bit irritated at what Maggot implied. How could he think that your dear husband was a liar? Chuuya was anything but that. Your friend, however, clearly thought otherwise.

“If I hadn’t just been sitting in it, I’d think that you’ve lost your mind-”

“I’m sure that Chuuya has a pretty good reason… for taking so long.” 

You sighed a little, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Maggot. You’d never admit it, but you were starting to wonder if the worm was right in some regard. What if Chuuya got attacked or ran into trouble?

You brushed that thought off. Your husband was obviously stronger than most men around; why, he probably could defeat an opponent twice his size without breaking a sweat. But that still didn’t stop the slight bit of panic that settled within you.

“Well, why don’t you go ask him?”

Maggot’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you gazed back at him indignantly. 

“Alright, I will.”

If he was so desperately insisting that Chuuya was a liar, then you’d have to prove him wrong.

Oh, how naive you were to not believe a word of what he said.

~~~

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting it’s pleasant heat into the room. Coldness could not come near it, for the flame merely devoured the frost before continuing to burn as brightly as before.

Not a word was said between the individuals that sat in front of the fireplace. Countless thoughts were running in Chuuya’s mind, mashing together in one confused heap. It didn’t help that butterflies fluttered in his stomach at what he was planning to say next.

“Yasuko… I must confess that I was terrified of marriage this morning.”

The female blinked. Sensing her confusion, the male continued speaking.

“But upon meeting you… I felt that I should be with you always. And that our wedding couldn’t come sooner enough.”

It was the truth, afterall. Even when they had just met each other, the spark of attraction between them could not be denied. She was surely the yin to his yang, the key to his heart, and his complete other half that he had been searching for his whole life.

“Chuuya… I feel the same.”

The girl whom he was properly betrothed to smiled at him. A real smile, one that was full of life and not death. Despite being born to snobby aristocratic parents, she was a true diamond amongst the rubble. Kind, polite, and courteous- whoever married her would strike gold.

“Yasuko…” He murmured, his gaze not leaving hers.

Slowly, she started to lean in, closing her eyes. 

Chuuya’s heartbeat quickened as he unconsciously drew her in. They were so close… their breath upon each other’s lips. Just a second away from getting lost in the bliss of love and forgetting everything that stood in their path. 

Suddenly, Chuuya stiffened, turning his face towards the window. 

Yasuko’s lips met his jaw instead, and her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Opening her eyes, she noticed that her lover’s gaze was focused on something behind her. But before she could turn her head around, Chuuya’s warm hands cradled her face. 

Cerulean blue eyes met lovely brown ones, each having their own questions to ask.

“Yasuko, you must understand that this is all rather unexpected-”

He was cut off by the booming sound of lightning. Both individuals turned toward the window, which was forced open by none other than… you. Stepping into the room, you lifted the wedding veil from your face, hope evident in your demeanour.

“Darling, I just wanted to meet-”

Two pairs of eyes stared back at you in horror. Like you were a monster- an unwanted being who was the object of disgust.

You noticed the girl standing behind Chuuya, and your eyes widened to the same size as hers. No doubt shocked at how accurate Maggot was about the male.

“... Darling, who’s this?”

Barely containing your anger, you sauntered over to your husband, clinging onto his arm. If you had blood, it would definitely be boiling by now- but you weren’t going to embarrass yourself in front of Chuuya today. No, you absolutely had to stay calm and show the woman who she was messing with!

“Who is she?!”

Looks like she didn’t have an inkling about you either. Well, no matter. Letting go of Chuuya’s elbow, you presented your bony arm in front of you with a proud smirk.

“I’m his wife.”

Your gold ring shone brightly on your fourth finger, a signet of the vow that bound you with Chuuya forever.

The girl looked towards him in disbelief.

“Chuuya?-”

“Yasuko, hold on, you don’t understand. As you can see, she’s dead. It was clearly a misunderstanding-”

A misunderstanding?

He was cut off as you yanked him towards you, eyes narrowing in ire at this ‘Yasuko’ girl. Your husband wasn’t off the hook, but for now, you couldn’t risk Yasuko stealing your love away from you. Heartbreak was not an option this time.

A shadow loomed over your face, lightning striking the sky as if in response to your fury. 

You uttered the word that could bring this madness to an end.

“Hopscotch.”

A murder of crows immediately surrounded the two of you, magic already working upon the utterance of the order. Amidst the chaos, you didn’t fail to notice how Chuuya called out to Yasuko, his arm outstretched towards her. 

Your feet touched the solid ground of the Elder’s office, the last of the crows flying away after their duty was finished.

With all your might, you pushed Chuuya away from you, hands curling into fists at your sides.

“You lied to me! Just to get back to that other woman!”

The male merely lifted his hands up, gesturing towards you.

“... Don’t you understand? You’re the other woman.”

“!” 

It was as if a sudden jolt of electricity had zapped you, only leaving behind your stunned self. Eyes widened in stupefaction stared at the one you once thought loved you.

In your incredulity, you desperately attempted to convince him otherwise.

“No! You’re married to me; she’s the other woman!”

Clear, salty liquid brimmed in your eyes, blurring your vision to be a mixture of jarring colours. You turned away from him, unable to hold it in any longer.

“A-and I thought… I thought that this was all going so well!”

Your sobs filled the air- great convulsing gasps that masked the sound of teardrops hitting the ground. Nobody said or did anything, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. The last thing that you wanted was pity from the one who betrayed your trust.

“Look, I’m sorry, but this just can’t work.” Chuuya approached you cautiously, not wanting to provoke you any further.

“Why not?” You spun around to face him, stifling your tears.

“Under different circumstances, then probably it can work out. But we’re just too different. I mean, you’re dead.”

“... You should’ve thought about that before you asked me to marry you!”

Shaking his head, Chuuya throwed his hands up with exasperation.

“Why can’t you understand that it was a mistake? I would never marry you.”

Silence filled the air. Time seemed to stand still, as if preparing the moment for a camera to photograph. And how you wished that everything could just freeze in place- to suspend those feelings that tore you inside out.

Chuuya himself seemed dumbfounded at what he just said. He knew that he should apologise, offer you a better explanation than that; but he found that he couldn’t form any words. No amount of lies could ever cover up the truth once it was exposed.

He readied himself for your shouting, your tears, your unbridled anger at the nerve of him daring to go back to the one he truly loved. And he deserved it, because nothing could excuse the fact that he hurt you. Even when it was all just one big misunderstanding.

But instead of reacting in the way he expected you to, you merely sighed in defeat and walked off. Not noticing the way Chuuya gazed at your disappearing self.

It didn’t take long for you to find a place to be alone. The dead may be many, but the underworld was vast. You could always sit down on an empty coffin with nobody in a ten metre radius from you. Perfect for a broken-hearted lonely soul.

Bringing the bouquet of flowers beside you up to your face, you gazed at the blossoms with disdain. Their beautiful patterns only seemed to mock your ugly fate, cursed with never being loved as someone’s bride. Life, which was mostly cruel, decided to trample you under its feet. Always waiting for the perfect opportunity to crush your dreams and hopes in a single second.

With a scoff, you lifted your other hand, and started to pluck away at the florets one by one. The petals fell freely through your fingers, landing onto the ground without a care in the world. Becoming nothing but a nuisance in someone else’s path.

“Roses, for eternal love. Lilies, for sweetness. Baby’s breath…” You inhaled shakily, fighting back the lump in your throat. 

With a sigh, you tossed the bouquet away, head lowered down in melancholy.

“Maybe Chuuya’s right. Maybe we are too different.” You muttered sorrowfully, looking at your palms. One of old flesh, and one of bone.

“Maybe he should have his head examined. I could do it.”

Maggot crawled onto your shoulder, looking earnestly into your eyes. You didn’t even have the heart to roll your eyes at his statement.

“Oh, but he does belong with her. That little miss living, with her beautiful cheeks… and her beating heart.” Propping your head in your hands, you gave a bitter chuckle.

Hope. Something that was desired by all- both alive and dead.

Most people hoped for a happy and stable life. Some aspired to be wealthy and successful. Others wished to keep what they had as of present.

You had simply hoped for a husband who truly loved you.

That dream made you scoff now. Every last bit of hope you harboured had vanished alongside your ‘husband’s’ love and concern. He was no better than your previous lover, who had promised you a lifetime of joy and fondness if you’d run away with him.

How foolish and naive you were to believe that he was genuine. It was only after he had left you for dead did you realise that you’d played right into his trap. A bride whose dreams were stolen from her, and who never got the chance for proper justice to be delivered.

You’d have thought that Chuuya would be different- that he was finally the one to fulfil your hopes of being married. Being loved and cherished by him for eternity as you shared wonderful experiences together as husband and wife. Modelled as the perfect couple whom the souls in the Realm of the Dead smiled at, commenting on how cute the two of you were. Were things as common as those too much to ask for?

You wanted to be the girl that Chuuya looked at with genuine love in his eyes. Just like that ‘Yasuko��� girl you met earlier- whose stupidly beautiful eyes and sickly sweet face had captivated your lover in the first place. Just what did she have that you didn’t have double? Good looks? A lovely personality? Simply being alive? She probably couldn’t dance half as well as you did. 

Yasuko wasn’t even wearing his ring. The very same ring that you now held in your palm, begging to be placed back on the hand of its rightful owner. Did it matter that you were the one who Chuuya said his vows to? Not anymore, because he clearly adored his other woman more than you.

You slowly laid down in the coffin, your vision going blurry once again. Although you didn’t have a physical heart, you could certainly feel it breaking. Even when you were dead, it seemed that you still had some tears to shed.

Maggot watched you worriedly, but he didn’t know how exactly to comfort you or cheer you up. Nothing he said or did could deny the obvious truth. The truth that sat on the tip of your tongue, just waiting to be let out.

You loved Chuuya, but he wasn’t yours. Because…

“I’m always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”

Would really appreciate feedback on this ❤️ Not too proud on how I wrote this tbh

@circinuus @little-miss-chaoss @sariel626 @rusmii @atlasnessie @luvfy0dor-main (sorry if I forgot to tag you ;w;)

[gothlcsan]

BITE ME

xiaojun x reader

genre: smut 18+

synopsis: You go to a halloween party, get ditched by your friends, meet someone who is very alluring. Deciding to follow him around leads you to unexpected things.

word count: 2k+

warnings: vampire, noncon to dubcon, kissing, biting, no mention of foreplay, protection, or aftercare. smut > plot. creampie, degrading, blood, and cum eating

Cross Posted on A03

© gothlcsan 2023. all rights reserved.

You had originally agreed to go to a halloween party with your group of friends, dressing up as a slightly cliché sexy vampire. What you hadn’t planned for was them ditching you at said party and you now being stuck on the uncomfortable couch as a couple grossly makes out on your right side. Yes, you could leave but it was only eleven at night and the idea of wasting your night curled up in bed eating slightly stale popcorn and watching movies wasn’t what you were wanting. Getting death glares as you move off the couch, accidentally bumping into the couple sitting next to you, you tread slowly into the kitchen trying to not stumble over the amount of people everywhere. The kitchen is slightly less crowded but still a seemingly good makeout spot as you have to carefully reach around a couple sitting on the counter, grabbing an unopened bottle of beer.

“Can you hand me one?” A voice behind you makes you jump, turning around to be face to face with another vampire. You shyly turn around and manage to grab another, handing it to him with a smile. He thanks you with a smile before turning away to walk back into the living room, something in you deciding to follow him close behind. He stops midway up the stairs to the second floor, you having to clench the banister to stop from accidentally tumbling over the edge. Turning around he stares at you with a mix of both confusion and amusement asking what you were doing. That question stumps you, you replying that you weren’t exactly sure but you wanted to get to know him. He shakes his head with a little laugh and tells you ok before continuing up the stairs.

“I don’t think I need help in the bathroom.” He says, going inside the bathroom and locking the door behind himself. That made you giggle to yourself, did he really think you’d follow him inside the bathroom? Well, to be fair, you had started randomly following him around the house; the reason still unbeknownst to you. He finally finished up, coming out of the bathroom and sighing when he saw you still sitting across from the door looking up at him with a grin.

“You took so long.” He rolled his eyes and replied. “That was the point.”

He steps over your legs and walks towards a bedroom, you following behind like a stray cat, gasping as you're slammed up against the closed door. You stare at the man with wide eyes, his demeanor different from a few moments ago, he felt cold against the skin he touched you on. He doesn’t speak simply staring into your eyes as if trying to read you, wanting to understand why you decided to tail him around the last hour. His cold hand reaching for your chest makes you shiver as he pulls down the top of your shirt slightly as if inspecting your collarbones for something. Not speaking, he lets go of the fabric, the scrunched up material snapping back into place.

“What are you looking for?” You questioned, his hands working around your thighs and waist like a security guard. He stands back up and glares at you asking why you kept following him. You reply once more you simply felt intrigued by him and you instinctively followed him around. Calling you a liar, he pushes against you, his face almost buried into your neck as he pulls your hair back to get a full view of it.

“Where’s your mark?”

“My what?” You gasp as he pulls you towards the bed, manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. Falling against your back, you blush as your already tiny skirt rolls up leaving you entirely exposed to this stranger. He yanks down your thigh highs acting feverish on the hunt for something. You tell him to back off, kicking him in the groin giving you a minute to sit up and ask him what his problem was. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanks you up to stare into his eyes, the orbs now a bright rich golden brown.

“Your marking, where is it? Don’t lie to me and say you’re not a hunter, why else would you be so keen on following me all night?”

Staring at him with a slightly scared and confused expression, you smack his arm off your hair, getting into his face.

“I don’t know how drunk you are but firstly, why in the hell would I be hunting humans. Secondly, don’t you ever try to undress me without my consent again.”

He growls and pins you against the mattress, you angrily cussing him out until he shuts you up with a hand pressed to your mouth.

“So, you’re wanting to play dumb, huh? You’re not a vampire hunter then, you just decided after one look you just had to follow me around? I wasn’t born yesterday, be honest and tell me you’ve come to kill me.” He said, baring his teeth at you, fangs adoring his mouth.

You can’t help but laugh, swearing under your breath as you mockingly tell him that you’re not into roleplay and this was starting to turn you off. He tells you to stop pretending to be dumb before he rips your throat out mockingly begging him to do anything besides that. His body shakes over yours, you hissing between your teeth as he yanks off your skirt, scratching your stomach slightly.

“Fuck off, you prick. What is wrong with you?”

He jams his knee in between your thighs making you groan as it dangerously brushes against your clothed cunt slightly. You stare at him and tell him to stop, shaking your head as you plead with him that you have no idea what he’s talking about, your mind growing fuzzy. His voice deep as he tells you to confess, you pleading for him to let you go, tears pricking your eyes as he strips you from your clothes all together. Coldness spreads across your body leaving goosebumps in their wake as his fingers trail over your skin, still looking for a mark. You had no idea what he was saying or doing, your head an utter mess as you beg yourself not to give in to this. His fingers brush up against your inner thighs as he pulls them apart leaving you fully exposed to him, embarrassed as he leans down to inspect you. Cold fingers spreading your wet pussy open, blushing profusely as he pulls away with a grunt, asking if you really weren’t a hunter after all. Anger fuels you again and you sit up, kicking him just barely as he catches your leg before it does too much damage.

“I told you that I wasn’t a hunter, you psycho. What a lame excuse to undress someone.” You sneer, going to move off the bed being stopped as his voice fills your mind.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were a hunter, you followed me for a long time, you hadn’t asked me for a name or offered your own. You were completely innocent and I’m sorry for invading you the way I did.” He spoke with such poise you stared at him completely quiet unsure of what to say. You hated the fact you were sitting naked next to him, that he was handsome and dark, that made the ache between your thighs worse. Asking for his name he replied with, “Xiaojun,” you giving him yours as you two sat in an awkward quietness. He offers to hand you your clothes and maybe you should’ve taken them and left but your body spoke before your mouth did, pushing him back against the bed climbing onto his lap.

“Maybe you couldn’t find a mark but who’s stopping you from making your own?”

He looks at you with widened eyes before they hood over, intensely watching you as you grind against his bulge, pushing your breasts together. Xiaojun tells you to hover as he kicks off his pants, you leaning down to wrap a hand around the band. Slowly pulling back allowing his cock to spring out, falling hard against his abdomen. A hot wave runs over your skin as you lean your head forward giving the tip a few teasing licks, the coldness making you shiver. He’s animalistic the way he holds your head into place giving you no time to think as he fucks into your throat, nose buried into his pubes unable to breathe much. Pulling back you gasp and cough trying to pull air into your lungs choking from a mix of your saliva and his cum. He pats your face gently as he pulls you off his lap, climbing over you his entire aura changing in seconds. His silver hair falling down his face, his fingers pressed against your hips, and eyes so dark making you shake in subtle fear and anticipation. Begging for him to stop stalling you whine as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds, rutting against you making you so wet he struggled to keep himself aligned.

“You’re such a mess for me, hm?” His words felt hot against your ear, humming in agreement as he continued to rub himself against your leaking cunt. The teasing became unbearable as you cling to him begging for him to fuck you, whimpering as he tells you to ask again nicely.

You swallow your pride, widening your wet eyes adorned with a pout. “Please, I need you to fuck me so badly, please.”

With a praise he thrusts into you, you gasping loudly at the unexpected stretch. His girth made you wonder if you’d tear, Xiaojun pulling noises from you with ease, his thrusts calculated and deep. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pleaded for him to go harder, the soreness of his thighs hitting yours making your head drown with need. He places his fingers into your mouth, your tongue welcoming the intrusion by licking the cool metal of his rings. The expression on his face makes you wild, loving the way he stared at you like you were nothing more than this, which wouldn’t be false. Your tongue knicks against the sharp side of one of the rings, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. Xiaojun stops mid thrust, his eyes widening as he removes his fingers from your mouth. A mix of saliva and blood coats his fingers, looking back at them and you seemingly in shock you go to apologize but stop as he cleans his fingers with his own tongue, humming at the taste. He leans back down to bring you into a heated kiss, his tongue swirling around yours in a frenzy. It takes you aback from the slight aggression, gasping when he pulls his mouth away.

“You taste so good.” He growls while bringing you back into a kiss, starting his thrusts again making you shake underneath him. Your mind is unable to think about anything besides him, falling into a headspace you’ve never reached before. He was addictive and the way he held your face in one hand to kiss your neck while never once slowing down his hips, made your eyes roll into the back of your head. The red hot knot in your stomach continued to grow rapidly, you at the point begging for him to let you cum not sure that you’d be able to last any longer. Your body was covered in bruises and scratches, your hair tangled, and makeup running down your cheeks as you cried from the pleasurable pain.

You wrap your hands around his throat forcing him to kiss you once more as your thighs convulse. He pulls his head back to look down as he pins you down, you whining that you wanted his kisses, ignoring you as he chases his own orgasm.

“Xiaojun, please, no, you need to pull out.”

You scream into his chest as he cums in you, the feeling of his cock twitching in you as he rides out his orgasm, making you cry and moan simultaneously. Slowly pulling out he smirks watching the cum leak from your abused hole, pooling under you in a mess. It’s cold, gross, and sticky making you want to cry harder, those feelings being brushed away as Xiaojun presses his fingers into you. You cringe watching him place his messily covered fingers into his mouth before placing a kiss against your lips. Tasting both him and yourself against his lips aroused you, head tilting back as he cleaned you with his skilled tongue not caring about the pain surging through your veins as the venom reached your unexpecting heart. Xiaojun’s venomous bites decorating your body, having decided on the fact he needed to keep you as his for eternity; whether you wanted that for yourself or not. You weren’t complaining however as you wake up freshly turned, climbing onto Xiaojun’s lap and giving him a taste of his own medicine, breaking his sanity into tiny pieces as you pulled orgasm after orgasm from him.

[coricoping]

CATS: The Jellicle Ball Summary

Sourced from my (admittedly imperfect) memory. I love this production, and this is an abridged summary of my memory of the events of the show. Specific/detailed character thoughts will be saved for their own posts, same with thematic deep dives. If there is any character/theme/question y'all want my thoughts on first, I can move them to the top of my queue of thoughts. That being said: on with the show!

Tumblr decided to post early, so this is just Act 1. I will add Act 2 as a reblog when I finish it

Pre-Show

The set for this show is really well done. Talked to one of the workers during intermission, and the whole thing (seating, stage, and all) is completely modular and movable. Floor levels are also all adjustable. It really inclines itself to audience interaction, both with the runway structure and the individual tables at the cabaret level seats.

Junior Labeija handles the pre-show announcements (put your phones away once you've googled me, cheer your heart out, don't film, etc)

Overture

Hearing this live for the first time made me cry

The DJ's introduction is great, he has a collection of queer and black artists' vinyls that he pulls out, followed by a Cats vinyl filled with glitter

The eyes (projected up onto the back wall/window panel) have the white cat solo animated inside of them

Shadow outline of a dancer (I think Primo/Tumble on the night I saw) starting out w/ ears and a tail doing classic Cats-style choreo blending into a removal of the ears/tail and a shift to ballroom choreo

Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats

Did the thing I love for this song where there are clear and well-timed spotlights on every cat as they sing their line, w/ everyone else in darkness

Cast appears throughout the audience (Tugger was behind me at his start, I think) before gathering into the area around the stage

Get onto stage for the Mystical Divinity section

The group catwalk is absolutely gorgeous, this show has great choreo

The Naming of Cats

The perfection of this song for a queer viewing of Cats cannot be overstated, and will likely be its own post eventually

Munk as an MC leading this number is lovely to me

"Man over there" is given to Macavity, as the first clear indication to his altered role in this version

There are spotlights on every cat whose name gets said in the song, not just Bombalurina, which makes me happy

White Cat Solo

Gets its own segment because Baby is that good. She is dance captain for this show and you can see why

The white outfit here is gorgeous, kinda sad she changes out of it later

Pink lighting is doing good work making this section feel ethereal

Was way closer to the vibes of the original than I was expecting from a vogue choreo. There were a couple moves I saw as clear references to the original

Invitation

Emcee Munk continues to be amazing, the rhythm of this was very satisfying

"COME OUT tonight"

They bring in guest judges to sit until Old Deut arrives

Gumbie Cat

Jenny is a tired single mother of three kids who cannot for the life of them get organized

Puerto Rican drag queen Jennyanydots has my heart, as does her stylist

The "sits and sits and sits" line here is not used to imply that Jenny is lazy, it is very explicitly saying that she has a lot of sex (as acted out jokingly by her choreo)

Cassandra is adorable here, both while dancing and after she realizes she's won

Category Is: Virgin Vogue. A category for people in their first year of doing vogue (or similar). Won by Cassandra of House Dots, other competitors are Tumblebrutus of House Dots, Electra 007, and someone I am currently forgetting

The Rum Tum Tugger

I think I've made my love for this setup for Tugger clear before, and will continue to do so in the future, so this is gonna be little moments I liked/noticed

There are some line/blocking switch ups. Bomba gets the "terrible bore" line (said reclined on the stage as Tugger leans over her) along with her standard. Victoria is the girl flirting with Tugger on his "No" drop

Tugger flirts with everyone here. His competition, the other cats, the audience, etc.

Everyone but Misto, who is off to the side mocking his riffs

Sillabub is the one to faint during the ending bit

Category Is: Realness. Ability to pass as a (in this case) a cishet man in a variety of categories (pretty boy, thug, schoolboy, executive, etc). Won by Tugger, other competitors are Tumblebrutus and Mungojerrie

Grizzabella the Glamour Cat

I really like the interpretation of the Jellicles' relationship with Grizz in this show. They aren't angry at her, more...distressed? It seems like her being around is making everyone worried both about her and for her, so they react differently

Munk tries to give her money, she refuses

She comes in holding a trophy that is clearly old, showing that her glory days were a while ago. She also looks like she's likely been homeless.

Demeter's voice is gorgeous here, and she looks really conflicted about Grizz

There is a Demelurina vibe to this whole show, which I started noticing here

I have a lot of thoughts on Grizz and her relationships with the Jellicles here, which will probably be a post pretty soon after this one.

Grizz tries and fails to convince the judges to allow her to compete, and is far more determined/steely in this first appearance than usual.

Sillabub. Making them a giant Grizzabella fan was such a good choice. This is one of the most sweet and genuine through-lines of the musical. They're so genuinely remorseful and excited to see Grizz, but still back off when Demeter warns them.

Bustopher Jones

I know I gave Jenny my heart earlier, but it's been stolen. Nonbinary Bustopher Jones as played by Nora Schell is, I think, the ideal Bustopher. This is what this character was meant to be, for me

Oh gods the costumes. Tugger has a sparkly leopard print jockstrap. Bustopher has a full bustier situation covered in a bedazzled Union Jack. Mistoffelees and Demeter both have lovely sheer situations going on. This is amazing, and I've been informed is even better if you're bi

Nora Shell has pipes, y'all. Their voice is so strong and clear

This number has almost no true choreography, it's just the competitors showing off how hot they are (posing, strutting, stripping, grabbing their asses and shaking them at the judges, etc)

The amount of offense Tugger takes to losing is hilarious to me

Category Is: Body. Usually divided into Femme Queen and Butch Queen, but competed as an Open-to-All for this show. How good does your body look, and how well can you show it off? Won by Bustopher Jones, other competitors are Tugger, Demeter, and Mistoffelees.

Macavity Scare 1

Flashing lights and sirens

Demeter is so done with this. I have rarely heard a clearer "bitch really?" tone than I did in her calling Macavity's name here

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

Making them come from Jersey is amazing, top tier choice paired with some amazing accent work

Costumes are again amazing, Mungoteazer have a lime green/neon pink color scheme going on here

They spend a long time behind some changing racks, and I spent that whole time watching Munk as he got more and more annoyed with every passing second

I really love the dancing in this song, they get very up in each other's faces

Y'all, they steal the trophy when they lose. It's perfect

Category Is: Tag Team Performance. Vogue performance done as a pair. Won by Victoria and Tumblebrutus, stolen by Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.

Old Deuteronomy

Munkustrap: a professional, on his shit, announcing his House Father right

Tugger: unprepared, eating a snack, oh god why is he giving me the mic

I love the setup for the duet here, Tugger is so surprised to be picked and is both nervous and honored. They sing into the same mic y'all

Andre De Shields, what more do I need to say?

His presence, his voice, the note he held for a solid 30 seconds, he deserves that throne

Jellicle Ball

Macavity again! In his dressing gown, with his bags of stolen stuff, looking like a deer in headlights when the spotlight catches him

The dancing continues to be absolutely gorgeous

Grizzabella is up on an audience balcony for this number looking tragic

The Jellicle Moon is a disco ball and it brought me so much joy

Munk has a killer egyptian look, including full-size wings

There are giant complicated cat face wigs and a giant hat made of hair

Category Is: Bizarre. Fashion category judged on the quality and strangeness of the outfit. Munkustrap was the only competitor, and Old Deut chopped him

Category Is: Hair. Not a category I actually know, but clearly in this show is judging based on the size, design, and quality of wigs. Won by the House of Dots, as sole competitors

Probably other categories I didn't notice clearly enough to remember

Memory

Grizzabella comes on and everyone walks off annoyed, except for Old Deut who comes and hides behind a riser. He's right in front of me, so I'm watching this number over his shoulder

Grizz recreating her dance moves is painful for my heart, as usual

Tempress has a gorgeous voice

Sillabub re-enters and looks so starstruck, then runs off again

Comes back with a sparkly dress to offer to Grizz

Grizz sees the dress, starts crying, and runs away. She grabs her coat, but leaves her scarf

We go to intermission on the image of Sillabub holding the scarf to their face and crying