#was gonna expand this but uh. brain. bad.

[moonshynecybin]

have we talked about what valentine’s day looks like for rosquez. post-reconciliation imo it’s vale going overboard sending marc 500 roses it’s an instagram photo dump showing him off with a borderline-obscene caption (imagine they’ve gone public. perhaps in the aftermath of the coming out au?) it’s custom la perla and solid gold nipple clamps. marc secretly glowing abt being showered in affection it’s proof vale loves him and isn’t going to leave him

also im just putting this together but isn’t valentine’s day like. the day of vale’s name? something like that? EVEN MORE reason for him to be super into it.

let’s not talk abt 2013-2015 valentine’s day…

you are a genius who has predicted something i was literally already writing!!!!! he absolutely gets him hot girl sex gifts for their valentine's day slash joint birthday week which is the hot girl sex gift SUPERBOWL for them. personally i was thinking lingerie and i wrote a tiny fic (~500 words) about it thats under the cut! get outta my brain !

There’s package sitting inside Marc’s motorhome, after testing.

That's not unusual in itself. It’s his birthday tomorrow, and he’s been fielding various gifts from his sponsors for the last few days, all brightly colored hats and huge sunglasses— messages from whatever company, carefully typed on impersonal letterhead. But this one feels different. It’s unmarked, the box a smooth white cream— not very tall, but wide. Marc crosses to the table the box is resting on and lifts off the lid, testing the weight. It’s heavier than it looks, well made.

It’s clearly expensive.

Once he sets the lid to the side,the first thing his eyes catch on is tissue paper, delicate and silvery, folded neatly. A small card made of thick paper is nestled on top, just over where the carefully arranged wrapping conjoins. He picks it up.

Marc, familiar handwriting spells, and Marc smiles. He knows who sent this. It's not one of his sponsors. Thought this would suit you, I hope you like it. -Vale. There’s a small heart scribbled after the message, followed by a cartoon turtle, unhurried and messy. Beloved.

But it’s still not Valentino’s usual style, and Marc raises an eyebrow, curious. It's actually not technically his birthday, its the day before— it’s Vale’s birthday, and there’s not a lot he wouldn’t give Marc in person, especially when they've been floating around the same paddock. Typically, if Vale is going to give him something, he likes to be there. Likes to lay back and watch Marc’s face as he opens whatever elegantly wrapped treasure he’s picked out for him, eyes greedy on Marc’s expression.

He likes to know that Marc enjoys the things he gives him.

So it’s notable, that he isn’t here. That he left this in Marc's motorhome while he was testing on track, just before Vale was scheduled to spend a little bit of time running things through with his academy riders. He had wanted Marc to find this alone. To turn over what to do with it. Contemplate any possibilities.

Marc's skin feels too warm, too sensitive, the cool air of the motorhome giving him goosebumps. His thumb lingers in the edge of the tissue paper, feeling its thin edges, reveling in the sensation. In the way the anticipation fills him up, a pleasant buzz that thrums under his skin.

It's not dissimilar from the moment before a race, that knifes edge of expectation.

He bites his lip and opens the present, carefully moving the paper away to reveal what’s inside. Something silky catches against his knuckles. He stops.

It’s Vale’s birthday, he remembers.

This isn’t a gift for him, exactly. Pale yellow silk and lace greets him, delicate. Carefully constructed. Marc doesn’t have to check to know they’re in his size.

He grins.

[hazbinshusk]

43 blitz pretty please

prompt #43: a bloody kiss. (warning for gratuitous violence that's still in the realm of the series content). also requested by the wonderful 🕰️ anon.

“Explain to me again why I’m takin’ a backseat to the bloody stuff while you get to have all the fun.” Blitzø says dryly, an eyebrow arched and his arms folded across his chest as he leans against a nearby tree.

“You want to kill someone, go ahead,” you tell him without taking your eyes away from the contraption you’re setting up. You’re sitting on a high branch above him, tail wrapped around the trunk of the tree for stability as you program the device for the desired height and speed. “Just don’t wander off.”

“Hey, who’s the boss here?”

You smile, still tapping away at the controls. “I thought you wanted to see how this works.”

“Sure, I do,” he shrugs. “But only because you using that brain of yours for murder makes me hard as a fuckin’ rock.”

“Such a gentleman,” you say with dry amusement, finalizing the settings before wrapping your tail around the branch you were sitting on and using it to swing yourself into a somersault and onto the ground. You landed on your feet in front of him. “Trust me, when you see this thing in action, you’re gonna be all like ‘Christ on a stick, that was so hot, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, holy shit.”

He raises a brow, trying to keep his delight at your terrible vocal impression off of his face. “Uh-huh.”

You wink, kissing his cheek before shoving him out into the open. “Trust me. And don’t linger once they spot you.”

“Spot me? The fuck?!” he shouts, offended. “Since when am I the bait? Do I fuckin’ look like Mox to—”

He cuts off as gunfire cracks the night air, ducking automatically before it sounds again.

“Oh, shii-IT!”

Blitzø dives for the bushes behind him, and you hear him scrabble towards you just as the mob of gun-wielding assholes you’d been sent to take out burst into the clearing. Blitzø is breathless as he crawls up beside you and looks supremely unimpressed.

“Y’know, next time you wanna—”

“Shh!” you hush him, smacking a hand over his open mouth. Your tail switches in anticipation behind you as you watch the yokels edge closer into range. Blitzø sighs against your palm impatiently. “Okay… three… two… one…”

You slam your other hand down onto the button in the centre of your controller, and the metal ball you’d suspended above them opens, expanding into a wire net that drops like a solid grate, shredding each and every one of the men beneath it like they were made of butter. Blood explodes out of them, drenching the two of you in hot, red wetness.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” you cheer, jumping up from where you crouched. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Blitzø stands, blinking blood out of his eyes and he stares at the massacre incredulously.

“Christ on a fucking stick, that was fucking hot.” he laughs. “Holy shit!”

“Close enough,” you grin, smile widening as Blitzø grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a torrid, hungry kiss.

He tastes of blood and you don’t care, still burning with adrenaline as his tongue tangles with yours messily, his hands clutching at your ass. You jump up against him to wrap your legs around his waist and Blitzø pushes you back against the nearest tree roughly, thrusting his hips up into yours. His tail wraps around yours tightly, pressing the spades of them together.

You laugh into his mouth as Blitzø moans, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. Blitzø’s mouth moves to your neck, heedless of the blood coating your skin as he licks and sucks at your flesh.

“Fucking knew you’d be turned on by this, you horny little freak,” you tease and Blitzø rewards the comment by sinking his teeth into your neck. “Shouldn’t we be meeting back up with M&M right about now?”

He scoffs against your skin, squeezing your ass. “Who?”

You roll your eyes, taking his face in your hands. The blood is warm and sticky under your palms, and he grins wolfishly up at you, grinding up against you tauntingly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation for a second before you sigh. “Fine. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, shit yeah!” he sneers, and you laugh again, the sound turning to a moan as he smashes his lips back to yours.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[ckret2]

do you ever get overwhelmed with all the asks you get? i feel like you get a whole lot, with many of them being repetitive or unnecessary lol. sometimes i feel bad sending an ask bc i don’t want to add to your swamped inbox.

I do sometimes need to whap my brain with a newspaper to make it drop the questions, and I am sometimes not successful at whapping it. Brain sees question, feels compulsive need to answer question.

But uh,

don't worry, I don't answer every question I get.

Anyway the reason I get repetitive questions is because the person who sent it didn't see it the last time it got asked—and you know and I know that a guy who got here 5 days ago is NEVER gonna find the answer 8 months and thousands of posts back; why would they even try to look if they don't already know it's been asked before? Heck—why would they even bother to look 2 weeks back if they don't already have any reason to assume their particular question came up that recently?

So I feel like it would be... idk, gatekeepy?? to just ignore repeat questions, like "ohoho, you don't already know? Well that's YOUR fault for not meticulously backreading every single post I've ever written just in case one of the 1,403 posts in my #bill goldilocks cipher tag already covers it! Why should I repeat myself for the second time in half a year! Guards, take this fool away!" It can be frustrating to be asked for the fourth time what Bill's voice sounds like, but like, it's not THEIR fault they didn't happen to see that it'd come up before.

And a lot of the asks I get give me an opportunity to expand on characterization & worldbuilding (like, I didn't bother to think out what Phrancisco's backing band looked like until I was asked about the concert) and show me what kind of questions need answering in fic, so I'd rather get the questions than not.

The only time I get truly annoyed is if the question's answered in my pinned post or if it's answered word-for-word in the very chapter they're asking about lmao.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hello! I have come asking for you to info-dump about the the modern human au. I full of brain rot of them (especially after the last thing you posted about them, damn) Maybe you can tell us a bit more Sally!!

lucky for you, i've been full of that good ol brainrot As Well! thoughts! feelings! ideas! i got em!

so since we're already on the subject of the Crash Arc, allow me to expand on it for a moment before i get to Sally Thinkings! if you've read the snippet, you may have noticed the extent of Wally's injuries was not listed yet. well! he got messed up with a capital F! since it's fiction and i'm god in this scenario, i'm veering slightly away from realistic damage, immediate & lasting. bc lets be real. if i stuck to "this is as realistic as i can make it", then Wally would be aaaaaabsolutely fucked. it was a bad crash in a very unsafe vehicle at high speeds. like - this is what happened. a drunk driver hit Home going 70 down the freeway. swerve, fishtail, tumble down a (small, shallow, really its more like a glorified ditch) ravine with trees and rocks and shit on it. absolute miracle that Wally didn't die in the crash, let alone during the solid half hour (slightly longer) he was trapped in Home before someone noticed the crash site and called emergency personnel. Wally "hanging up" on Barnaby was actually the impact jarring him so he slipped and hit the end call button. but yeah without going into technicalities and detail, Wally has some lasting damage in his dominant hand. It takes extensive physical therapy for him to be able to paint/draw again at the same level he had been at. the hematoma hadn't done a lot of brain damage that wouldn't resolve itself with time. in my mind, when Wally wakes up in the hospital, for a few days he's very confused and his memory is shot. he'll wake up, interact, then go to sleep, but when he wakes up again its like waking up for the first time again. he just can't retain memories for a bit. he's got some severe brain fog. his mood is also kinda fucked with - he's uncharacteristically irritable with low patience, etc. these are all things that clear up with time, but in my mind Wally has chronic migraines going forward. bad ones! and there are days where it's harder fr him to concentrate. and yk. a teeny bit of chronic pain where his shin bone was pinned back together and where his hand was essentially crushed. but other than that he's fine going forward! good days and bad days!

but enough about that! You Want To Hear About Sally!

i imagine that she becomes quite successful in the theater industry. i'm not too familiar with it myself, so i'm gonna be uh. Vague about it? but she starts her own theater troupe - it's a bit of a commute from home base to the town she works in, where the theater is located in, but she makes it work! of the group, she's probably away more than any of them. working on shows, traveling to work on other ones - i like to think she's been on Broadway! she probably has had opportunities to do tv/movie acting, but idk... i feel like Sally would be like "nah. live shows or nothing". maybe at some point she takes up voice acting gigs, as long as she can do them from home. she probably has her own little room-turned-VA-studio thing. idk how that works either! it seems right! but yes Howdy's store's automated messages and advertisements are in Sally's voice. she's probably picked up a temporarily modeling gig here and there.

so Sally is very very busy. Poppy is supportive. everyone is, and they all love to help out when they can - and reel Sally in when the "stardom" starts to get to her head. they do their best to acclimate to occasionally getting jumpscared by her voice in a grocery store or in. idk. fashion shoots. victoria's secret billboards. that last one was a joke! maybe. i think she would.

i also like to imagine Sally like... getting some sort of award and then spending a solid five minutes naming her friends, thanking them with specificity, and then plugging their own stuff. they probably have a rotation for who accompanies her as her plus one for events and parties she may or may not be invited to. she's not like... a Big celebrity but! she's Known and Liked! she has Connections! i like to imagine her and Wally looking dapper as fuck at a Venue...

so the friend group typically stays together, with Sally going off to do her Things the most. she makes sure to schedule time to be with her friends and girlfriend/wife/Poppy between work and gigs and etc. she somehow finds a balance with Ease. or apparent ease... someone get this girl a vacation...

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Personality through quote

Thanks to @elsie-writes here and here and @leahnardo-da-veggie here!

Rules: have your OCs respond to a given prompt then give the people you tagged a prompt

Got long, below the cut :)

[A quote about feelings]

Lexi: "I have a lot of feelings...they all are pretty intense. Every emotion is like that for me. When I'm happy, I'm ecstatic, exhilarated. When I'm sad, it's like I'm depressed. I get just a little stressed and my anxiety flares up, and I start crying. It's a lot, honestly."

Maddie: "Feelings are fine and cool, I guess. I like my feelings toward Lexi and Kelsey. Don't really like my feelings toward someone like Brycen. Not sure how I feel for others, though. They like me, which is cool. I dunno. Feelings are super weird."

Ash: "I think I'm starting to understand feelings of others better now that I've discovered my telepathy. It's interesting, seeing how I experience other's emotions. It gets a little metaphorical. Fascinating stuff."

Gwen: "I mean, Lexi was once upset and I was sent to comfort her because I was apparently the most empathetic there. I'd say I'm in touch with my emotions. I get a little too emotional at times. I hold back a lot more than people think, though."

Robbie: "Dude, feelings are kinda dope. Like our brain just feels sad and our chest physically hurts. Doctors can't explain it. [Pause] Okay, both of my parents are doctors and they kinda can, but it's cool regardless."

Akash: "Huh. Well, it's important to feel feelings, and it took me a while to face them. I'm good now, though. I think it's important to face them."

Jedi: [silent for too long] "Well, *rubs back of neck* "I like to...think of myself as someone in touch with his own emotions...."...*nods*

Carmen: "No."

[A quote about their thoughts on NFTs and/or cryptocurrency]

None of these guys would like it but this is a fun prompt!

Lexi: "Isn't crypto a scam? I don't like the idea of that. Just stick to regular money."

Maddie: "NFTs don't make any sense. Just right-click the image. Downloaded."

Ash: "Honestly, I feel like owning an image sounds fun in a silly way, but I'm not that reckless with my money. Would rather spend it on tangible things."

Gwen: "I'm uncomfortable with the idea of people charging you to own an image, fake money or not. I mean, why not make actual art?"

Robbie: "Oh my God did you see the NFT ape movie? Dude, it's so bad. I can't believe there are people this stupid."

Akash: "Not only is it unethical, it literally makes no sense. The money isn't real? Why would you do that? Like, have you looked at the value of crypto?"

Jedi: [intently listening to someone explain crypto and NFTs] "Well, now that is just ridiculous. How in the world do they expect to regulate that?" [A few more minutes of baffled rambling]

Carmen: [also had to have someone explain it to her, but she interrupted more] "Are you kidding me?! Is stupidity a common genetic trait among Ceters?!" [More ranting]

[A quote about remembering the ones they lost]

Well uh I'm not gonna go into any major spoilers so I'm gonna expand the meaning to more than just death.

Um, gradually gets sadder because my first few have not experienced their main trauma yet >:)

Lexi: "Oh, I had so many friends in elementary school! I mean, I still have a lot of friends, but I miss those who went off to different intermediate schools. It's okay, though! I found them on social media, and a couple had phones by fifth grade. I should totally hook up with them again! Thanks for asking!!"

Maddie: "I guess Brycen. He was my friend before he became a jerk. I would like to be friends with him again. Like, then him before he was a jerk."

Ash: "I miss the friendship I had with Shelby. I don't know why, it was literally only for a week or two. But there was...something about her friendship that sucked me in. I still have Lexi, so I think I'll be okay. Then there's my ex-stepdad, Frank. He was sometimes fun. Toward the end he became rude. Before that, though. I miss when I felt like he was a dad, I guess."

Gwen: "My grandfather died when I was very young. He was amazing, though, and I am just glad I remember him. He read stories to me and played with me. And then there's my cat, who we lost a few months ago. She was really sick. I still miss her."

Robbie: "God, I miss Lalika, Akash's mom. She was basically a second mom to me. I talked so fast around her as a kid. She was just starting to learn English when we met, so I don't know if she got everything, but she would always smile and laugh when I did, paying attention to my emotions so she could respond appropriately. But I also loved to read aloud my favorite books to her, so I helped in that regard I guess. She went to all my plays. She made sure to get something for my birthday, and Sam's, separate from Akash's gift. She was amazing."

Akash: "My mom. Every day, I miss her. It's...hard to move past it, I guess. She would listen to you. I still remember her songs that she'd sing, and I still listen to them. She loved taking pictures and filming everything, which I am so grateful for now. She fought for me, when the school district dug their heels in about something. Made sure I had everything I needed to succeed. She was the best."

Jedi: "My mother fought for me my entire life. She pushed to get me an accelerated academic program, fought to drag me and my sister to a better place where I could thrive. Fought my father when he...let us say, went too far. She was fiercely protective. I owe her my life. I just wish I could have repaid her."

Carmen: *scoffs* "I knew Atsila my whole life. Why wouldn't I miss her?" [Yeah sorry that's all you're getting out of her]

Tagging @dyrewrites @ceph-the-ghost-writer @elsie-writes @mk-writes-stuff @aalinaaaaaa @sam-glade @thebejeweledwatercat @winterandwords @mysticstarlightduck @somethingclevermahogony + anyone else ;)

Prompt: A quote about a weird habit they/someone else has.

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[myfairkatiecat]

Keefe (for bingo)

AHELDHKAUSHDKJAAHJSSHAKSBDKHSKSDSHAJAHDLDUSBSKSJSHALSHDHSKA

OK I CONTRADICTED MYSELF A LOT SO LET ME EXPLAIN

this is my favorite character of all time in any media, right up there with Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars, Nicholas & Nathaniel Benedict from TMBS (showverse) and Lancelot from bbc Merlin. Actually probably slightly above all those characters which is SAYING SOMETHING.

Is he comic relief? Yes.

Would I be his friend? Yes.

Has he done nothing wrong? Yes!! No he’s done many things wrong he’s so precious to me ok but the law he’s broken the law I love him so much he literally betrayed his friends I will always love him he has sooo much to answer for I’m glad Sophie forgives him after she chews him out she should chew him out longer but I suppose Fitz does that for her He has so many apologies to make but like he’s also done nothing wrong look I’m aware of my blorbo’s mistakes he’s honestly not as problematic as the tumblr fandom makes him out to be sometimes, and I MEAN that, but he’s also not as perfect and sweet as the eleven year olds on Wattpad make him out to be. He’s a LOT okay, you can’t analyze Keefe Sencen without the everything

Are my opinions unpopular? Yep! The other keefe girlies hate my opinions bc I acknowledge his character flaws and the Keefe haters hate my opinions bc I acknowledge the fact that he’s NOT an antagonist and actually has a lot of really good traits, and that’s NOT me making excuses. Also what are y’all on about saying he doesn’t get held accountable for his actions, like yeah Sophie forgives him pretty fast but not until she’s yelled at him, and the rest of his friends do NOT bounce back to normal (Fitz)

Do I relate to him? Yes, unfortunately. I have Fitz’s trauma and Keefe’s coping mechanisms (they aren’t good coping mechanisms but they’re literally mine)

Is the fandom wrong about him? Yes, the Keefe fans and Keefe haters alike. Don’t flatten this guy there’s SO MUCH THERE. (I’m not talking about my Keefe-negative mutuals—if I follow you, you didn’t flatten his character, I am very serious about Keefe Sencen)

Do I want to adopt him? YES I mean I’m literally his age but if I was old enough to adopt him I totally would, get that kid away from Cassius Sencen and kill Gisela Sencen. Honestly tho I’d settle for an Elwin adoption, dad!Elwin rocks

Did he need less screen time? *sighs in resigned Keefe fan* probably…objectively…yes…

Did canon do him dirty? I debated filling in this one. Because Shannon has made him a SUPER complex character. But also I swear if the ending of stellarlune isn’t the last time he steals something from Sophie to carry out a reckless plan he told no one about, I’ll riot. Don’t give him forward character progress and then erase it! If it’s a momentary relapse of bad habits I’ll allow it but I’m starting to want Shannon to let Keefe grow from all of that. Cause she keeps letting him get better—and then slip back. (Which isn’t unrealistic and I can work with!! I love him! But SHANNON PLEASE)

Do I want to study him? I want to get a full on PhD in this guy’s character arc actually

Did he need more screen time? Heh. Uh. Objectively NO. But also this amount of page time has allowed us to learn so much about his character complexities?? Like I’m torn between missing the other characters and eating up his character arc. Currently I’m gonna hope book 10 expands the other characters more bc I need more of them and 9.5 can feed my Keefe brain

Would I hit him with a golf cart? Listen my friend made this bingo game (hi Bods, if you’re reading this) and I know exactly what the actual intention was behind this square. But like. I want to slightly run into him with a golf cart. Just enough to slightly injure him and make him rethink his life choices (affectionate) (actually in the words of@phtalogreenpoison “I’d like to microwave Keefe. Just shortly”)

Does he need therapy? OH MY GOSH YES. I have thought this about other characters but SPECIFICALLY KEEFE HOLY GUACAMOLE GET THAT GUY THERAPY

Is he insane? Define insane. But I love him anyway (what is going on in his head half the time 😭)

Am I rotating him in my head 24/7? WELL YOU’VE READ THE POST WHAT DO YOU THINK

Do I have so many headcanons? Oh you guys don’t know the half of it. I have. So. Many. SO MANY

Is he wasted potential? Uhhhh I have too many thoughts on this to actually put it on this post. Genuinely love what Shannon’s doing with his character, like I said. But at some point she needs to. Address the things. Or he just becomes a guy with all these complications introduced that just kinda sit there and continue to change and grow and Keefe is the complex character to end all complex characters but Shannon you need to DO SOMETHING WITH THE MASTERPIECE OF A CHARACTER THAT YOU HAVE CREATED

The amount of bingos holy moly

Anyway

Keefe means a lot to me

Thanks for the ask anon!

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 4

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: You strike a deal with Alastor, giving you the upper hand. Or so you think.

Warnings: Canibalisim, self-mutilation. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: none

Darby Link Tree

Chapter 4: The Deal

You slid your hand into his and a bright green burst of light soaked into the floor. 

“What the fuck was that?” Angel called out from the bar.

“Nothing to worry about,” you called out. 

“Yeah….” Angel turned to Husk. “I’m gonna be real with you, I don’t like whatever is going on between them. It’s weirding me out.”

“Oh, you? Uncomfortable? That’s a first.” Husk thought for a moment. “But also a worrisome fact. He’s been too focused on her, I don’t like it.” 

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It had been about six weeks now. Charlie was thrilled with the breakfast and catering setup, it made more people available for bonding activities. Lucifer helped install a laundry room just for the guests. The most issues you had to deal with were residents and their petty nonsense. Which overall wasn’t that difficult. You felt that your relationship with Alastor leveled out, mostly playful banter. You’d assumed he had given up trying to aggravate you, in truth your lack of reaction to his antics itched inside his brain. He started to observe anything and everything he could about you, trying to find some way in. 

You were sitting at your desk, finishing up a report for the end of the day when Alastor approached you. 

“I’ve made some Jambalaya, would you care for some?” He offered a bowl to you.

“Oh, thanks Alastor.” 

You took the bowl from him. Initially, it wasn’t suspicious, Alastor had made dinner for the hotel before and you’ve expressed that you enjoy his cooking. But when lifting up the fork with a piece of meat on it, you couldn’t help wondering what kind of meat he used. You glanced around the hotel, no one else was eating. Meaning he made this just for you. 

“Alastor…”

“Hmm?” 

“Now I don’t want to sound ungrateful, the furthest thing from it. But uh…. “ you inspected the fork. “This wouldn’t be human meat would it?” 

“Pardon?” Alastor tried to keep composure. “Don’t be silly.” 

“Alastor….”

“Oh alright,” he laughed, trying to play it off as casual. “You got me! But I’m sure you’d enjoy it. Just try a bite!” 

Was he that transparent, he thought, how do you seem to always see through his nonsense? If he couldn’t trick you into it, maybe he could convince you. Just a small step away from Heaven and one step towards him. All he wanted was one small win. 

“Uh huh…” You stared at him for a long moment.

“Oh, one bite won’t hurt!” 

You knew you’d end up making some small sacrifices in this bizarre battle between you and him. Would it be that big of a deal? It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you could definitely use it to your advantage. It’s not like you’d suddenly crave human flesh from here on out. You mulled it over in your mind and determined that it didn’t bother you that much. 

 “Well, if this is something you want. I suppose you wouldn’t mind making a deal then?” 

“A deal?” Alastor’s ears perked up. “I’m listening.”

“I will try this. Chew, taste, and swallow. But, in return…” You tried not to laugh. “I get to see your tail.” 

“YOU WHAT NOW?!” He hissed through his teeth. His ears bent back, a deep growl came from his chest as his antlers started to expand outward. “What makes you think…” 

“Oh knock it off. My end of the deal is fair. You were dishonest with your initial approach and I’m not asking to touch it, just see it.” You gloated “Or I guess I could let Charlie know that you are being a bad influence. After all, I don’t think cannibalism is on the path to redemption.” You grinned. 

Was it worth it, to suffer that loss for such a small win? Alastor had been trying for over a month to find his way into you. But his tail? He hated the damn thing. He saw the soft cute mound as a bodily betrayal. Powerful overlords don’t strike fear into the hearts of their enemies with adorable fluff. Furthermore, it often reacted without his consent. He hated how it wagged with glee, so much so he had tried to cut it off several times but it just kept growing back. A light bulb clicked on in his head. That’s it, he thought. 

“Hmmm. I have considered your atrocious offer.” He rolled his eyes. “And I accept.” He held out his hand. 

You slid your hand into his and a bright green burst of light soaked into the floor. 

“What the fuck was that?” Angel called out from the bar.

“Nothing to worry about,” you called out. 

“Yeah….” Angel turned to Husk. “I’m gonna be real with you, I don’t like whatever is going on between them. It’s weirding me out.”

“Oh, you? Uncomfortable? That’s a first.” Husk thought for a moment. “But also a worrisome fact. He’s been too focused on her, I don’t like it.” 

Alastor tilted his head in an unnatural direction, waiting for you. You lifted the fork to your mouth, making a show of it before you took a slow bite. The chunk of flesh rolled around on your tongue before you sank your teeth into it. The texture wasn’t quite pork but not quite beef either. The flavor was delicious, but that was more the Jambalaya than the flesh. You swallowed. 

“Well…?” Alastor asked, please with himself. 

“Honestly, not terrible,” you said as you took a second bite.

Alastor felt like the aggressive grin on his face was going to rip his cheeks. He expected blood to drip from the cracked corners of his mouth. It was a small victory, but a victory nevertheless. He was thrilled. You willingly ate it AND liked it.  

“Are you going to just stand there and grin at me for the rest of the day?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Hellllooooooo? Come on Bambi, it’s your turn.” 

“I am not doing it here, in front of everyone,” he hissed. 

“Okay, prude. Come find me later or whatever.” 

You laughed as you put your things away and headed up to your room. You felt a bit of pride knowing you made him more uncomfortable than he made you, this was becoming a dangerous competition, one that you were determined to win. 

You took a long bath to relax. Baggy shirts and boxers were your go-to pajamas. You were hanging your head upside down, drying your hair with a towel when there was a knock at the door. 

“Good evening my dear. I am here to fulfill my end of our deal.” 

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show. Come on in.” 

“I always hold up my end of a bargain.” He handed you a small black box with a red ribbon tied around it in a bow. “For you, pet.”

The bottom of the box stuck to your palm; wet and soggy. You looked at Alastor, skeptical as always. He seemed to be very proud of himself. He nodded, encouraging you to open it. You slowly pulled the end of the slinky ribbon; falling around your hand like rose petals. You opened the box top. Reaching into the box you pulled out a soft fluffy object. Alastor’s tail. He had cut it off and gifted it to you. A bit of flesh was still attached and dripping blood. 

He waited, diligently, for your facial expression to turn. Shock, horror, a scream. Then anticipation ate away what little sanity he had. These few seconds felt like a millennium. Then, finally, there in the corner of your mouth. Your lips parted and your jaw opened. Was it shock? Would you throw it back at him and feel disgusted? He stared at you relentlessly, soaking up any indication. Your eyes widened, yes, it was surprise. But wait- no. Your mouth twisted into a gaze of amazement. You met his leering eyes with a smile that would have melted his heart if he wasn’t so crestfallen. 

“Aw, Alastor! How Van Gogh of you!” You exclaimed. You brought the tail to your face, feeling how soft it was, ignoring the blood dripping into your palm. “This is so thoughtful!”

“Glad you like it, darling.” He gritted his teeth. 

“Though I am bewildered why you’d put yourself in such a vulnerable position.” 

“Whatever do you mean?”

 “Well,” you leaned in and whispered, “Now I’m going to wear it.”

“Uh, what now?!” His heart beat so hard he could hear his pulse in his ears. He must have misheard you.

“Yeah! I can pin it on, it would look SO cute” 

You knew he didn’t want anyone to see it. The thought of you wearing it around the hotel would rile him up. You were more than willing to play this ridiculous game of his. His face went pale. How had he once again miscalculated so badly? You were going to drive him absolutely mad. Alastor’s ears swept back, his eye was twitching. He was doing everything in his power to control his reaction. You devoured the panic in his eyes. How you reduced one of the most powerful overlords in the Pride ring to this, you had no idea, but you loved it. 

“Oh calm down. I won’t let anyone see it, I promise.” You placed the tailback in the box and gave him a gentle and reassuring smile. “Thank you for the gift.” You licked the droplet of blood off your palm. “Have a good night.” And closed the door. Alastor just stood there.

“What just happened?” His shadow cackled. “Oh shut up you.” 

Alastor avoided you for a few days before approaching you again. He spent that time frustrated that you somehow got the upper hand in the situation and was determined to tip the scales. He was clearly missing something and felt that this was out of his area of expertise. 

“Good afternoon dear, do you by chance have any plans for lunch?” He asked

“Not really, I typically eat at my desk and work through lunch.” 

“Your dedication to your position continues to impress. But you did mention you put too much of your time into your job, did you not? I’d like you to accompany me to my lunch date with Rosie.”

“Okay, that sounds fun. I’ve never been to Cannibal Town before.” 

“Well, my dear I think it is about time you did, seeing how you technically are one now.” 

“That’s a bit of a stretch, I don’t plan to partake in cannibalism regularly.” 

“That’s a pity. But either way, we will have a lovely time, Rosie is a splendid host.” 

Canibal Town was indeed wonderful. It carried the charm of mass murder on the main street of Disneyland. You looked at the many puddles of blood and wondered how long it would be before your shoes were once more filled; squishing with coagulation. You walked with hesitation. Rosie was incredibly friendly and welcoming. You didn’t expect a leader of a mass of cannibals to be such a sweetheart. She served a decadent lunch and was considerate enough to have non-cannibal food for you. Alastor left you with Rossie “run an errand”. 

“So dawling, hows workin’ at the Hotel? Alastor’s not overworking you I hope” 

“Not anymore, he tried to overwhelm me to drive me out but it seems like he’s given up on that front.”

“He’s quite a character that one.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I get the suspicion that he wants you to size me up.”

“Well, he’s very smart, but there are some strong blind spots he’s got goin’ on there. I think he’s having a hard time understanding you. Everyone has their motivations. And in Hell, it's usually one or more of the sins. You can manipulate people based on their desires.”

“Well, that makes a lot of sense then. Because what I want is right in the middle of his blind spot. But you already knew that.” 

“Oh, that I do. Us hopeless romantics, we sense our own. You just want to be loved. And Alastor, he doesn’t know much about that, unfortunately. The few experiences he’s had soured it for him. So his limited knowledge of the topic is a litttttle bleak.” 

“And to be clear, I’m not romantically interested in him. I just think he doesn’t know how to manipulate me and it’s throwing him off.” 

“You so sure about that?”

“Yes.” You said matter-of-factly. 

“So you aren’t wearing anything soft and fluffy pinned under your skirt?” You were caught off guard and blushed. “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.” 

“It’s just to fuck with him”

“Oh, and it is. You have him all twisted up in knots girlie, it is hilarious.” She giggled. “Good for you, sweetheart. But you are enjoying it, yah?” 

“I have to admit, it is really entertaining.” 

“I’m just saying, it might not be true love but maybe there's a little somethin’ there?” 

“I haven’t really thought about it that way. But that seems like it would be a bit of a silly endeavor, given his blindspots.”

“A love well earned tastes the sweetest.” 

“Love requires vulnerability and sacrifice, I don’t see that as something he’s just giving out.”

“He’s selfish, sure. We all have our faults. His might be a bit more aggressive, perhaps. But it all comes from the same place, the roots of insecurity wield the fruit of imperfection.” She laughs. “But what do I know, I’ve lost count of what number of husbands I’m on!” 

You both laughed. Rosie proceeded to tell you about all her husbands, she wasn’t exaggerating, the list was long. You told her about your lamented relationship with Vox and how you ended up at the hotel. She was a joy to be around. 

“Hello again.” Alastor had returned from his errand. “You ladies had a good chit-chat, I trust?” 

“Oh yes, you should bring her around more often, she’s just a doll. You are welcome here anytime dear.” 

“Thank you Rosie, it’s been a pleasure.” 

You and Alastor made your way back to the hotel. Passing several stores on your way. You couldn’t help noticing how many sinners crossed the street or hid when they sighted Alastor. It felt bizarre, you knew he could be terrifying, but you didn’t really see him that way and the experience was surreal.  

Up ahead, you spotted one store in particular that had a window full of TV screens. Walking by you picked up your pace, hoping he wouldn’t. Please please please you thought. But of course, he did. 

“Alastor, you sniving prick. Having a good time with my girl?” Vox called out, every screen his face. 

“Vox, please don’t.” You groaned loudly. 

“Come on babe, you can do better, don’t you think?” 

“Now now Vox, is that jealousy I hear?” Alastor asked.

“I’m surprised Alastor, you’ve never struck me as someone willing to indulge in sloppy seconds.” 

You snarled, holding back tears. Vox’s expression changed for just a moment. Realizing his words hurt you. It wasn’t his intent, he was trying to get a rise out of Alastor. But that was always the problem, wasn’t it? Your feelings were constantly in the crossfire of other endeavors, you were never considered first and it spoke volumes.  

And there it was again, Vox eliciting a response from you. It irritated Alastor. But the way Vox referred to you, so crudely and disrespectfully, that pissed Alastor off more than anything. He didn’t understand why. Which in turn further fueled his anger.

“Oh it’s alright dear, let’s give poor Voxxie a break. He’s just upset you got further than he did.” Alastor slid his arm around your waist, pulling your back into him. His other arm wrapped around your shoulders, across your chest. His face nuzzled into your hair. His lips grazed the side of your face. “Isn’t that right, old pal?” 

“Oh fuck you!” Vox yelled. “You fucking asshole.”

The action sent a chill up your spine. Why did this fluster you? He got into your personal space all the time. Damn Rosie for putting the idea into your head, you hadn’t thought about him that way at all until she put that little worm in your brain. 

“Let’s be going my love, wouldn’t want to stress our friend any further, it would be rude” He put his hand in yours and led the way. 

“Go degaus yourself, fuckwad!” you flipped Vox off. His voice, spewing profanities, became smaller and smaller until the TV’s were out of site. 

Alastor dropped your hand. 

“My sincerest apologies for touching you in such a provocative manner.”

“I appreciate your apology, but it’s not necessary.” Your cheeks still felt warm. “Plus, did you see how pissed off he was? It was brilliant.” You laughed. “He’s probably crying, holding his waifu pillow.” 

“I do not know what that is, but I assume it is pathetic.” 

“That is Vox’s modus operandi, after all.”    

You both laughed the rest of the way to the hotel, making fun of Vox. You both had a detailed insight into who he was as a person that made you an excellent team; one capable of destroying Vox’s confidence. You didn’t feel bad about it either. Not after the way he just spoke about you. And the fact that Alastor had come to your defense, in a way, made you feel cared for. 

You wanted to strangle Rosie. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful. You finished your work and took a long bath. You wanted to hang out with Angel but he was at the studio. You were avoiding Charlie, you didn’t have the energy to do a bonding activity right now. Husk was stuck at the bar. You decided on a night in. You put your bathrobe on over your boxers and shirt. Bunny slippers on, you snuck down to the kitchen to make some popcorn. You were sitting on the counter, scrolling on Sinstagram, when you heard a clatter of noise. 

“Okay, little penumbra, what do you want?” 

The shadow swirled at your feet, grabbing the edge of the counter with its claws, and looked up at you with big eyes. A small whine echoed from its being. It looked like a timid child.

“What. Do. You. Want?” you repeated. It shifted closer to you. 

You knew it could take a corporeal form to some degree. It wouldn’t be able to annoy you with its little pranks if it couldn’t touch things. Which, in theory, answered Angel’s previous question. It nestled its face into your thigh. 

“Uh.. okay.” You reached out hesitant to pet it. It was cool to the touch, wispy in feeling. It purred and pushed its head harder into your hand. “Oh, so we are affectionate now? Did you get bored bullying me?” It looked up at you with pathetic puppy dog eyes. It whimpered and hugged your leg. You rolled your eyes. “Okay okay, whatever, you are forgiven. Just… stop acting like a baby.” 

The kitchen door burst open. The shadow hid behind your legs, its shoulders under your calves, and pulled your legs together to shield it from view. 

“That is quite enough. Over here. NOW.” Alastor snarled. 

The shadow slumped like a scolded dog. It slinked back to Alastor’s feet, writhing up his back and latching to his shoulders. 

“My apologies.” He darted a glare at his shadow. 

“You two are the yin and yang of weird.” The microwave dinged and you hopped up to retrieve your snack. 

“Another staff movie night?” He asked. 

“Actually no, just me tonight. Everyone else is busy.” You headed towards the door, passing him. “You are welcome to join me,” you called back to him. “I promise I won’t tell anyone that the great Radio Demon looked at a TV screen,” you joked as you walked away.

You assumed he wouldn’t take you up on the offer as you closed the elevator doors. You reached your floor, the doors creaked open. There was Alastor, standing in front of the elevator, it startled you slightly. 

“Gah!” you scowled at him. “We need to put a fricken’ bell on you. Jeez.” 

“I have considered your offer and I suppose I could... “ He waved his hand around flamboyantly. “...tolerate… one film.”  

“Well, I’ll be damned. Would you like to pick the movie?” 

“That would be pleasing, yes.” 

You sat on the bed watching Alastor sitting in a pile of VHS, reading the back of each and every one of them before making a decision. It was bizarre to watch but you realized this was a new experience for him. Picking a movie didn’t mean the same thing to him as it did to you.

“Do you need help?” you asked. 

“That might be best, the selection is... Overwhelming. Perhaps the one you recommended previously?” 

Alastor took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. He lay on the bed like a teenage girl, on his stomach, feet in the air. You internally laughed, did he also want to braid your hair and paint each other’s nails? You popped the VHS into the slot and took a seat next to him, popcorn in your lap. You answered a few questions here and there, mostly about the advancements made in the forensic science department since he had died. In Hell, there was no reason to hide any of his actions and DNA was introduced a good fifty-plus years after he died. He seemed amused by the movie, making little “oh”s and “hm”s. Credits rolled. 

“What did you think?” you asked.

“That was surprisingly enjoyable. I greatly liked the scene where he wore the man's face. A genius escape.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

“Which will we watch next?”

“...You want to watch another one? Like.. Right now?” 

You were shocked that he wanted to watch more films and didn’t want to discourage it. By the time you were on the third movie, your eyes were getting heavy, and not being able to go on, you fell asleep. 

Alastor turned to you to ask a question, seeing you were passed out. Your bathrobe had shifted, revealing his tail attached to your boxers. He didn’t understand why, but his feelings about it had changed. Before it was embarrassing, you were trying to humiliate him. But now, he was starting to find it endearing. Maybe he did have more influence over you than he thought. You kept a piece of him wherever you went. It was a visible marker that you, in some way, belonged to him. And you chose it. He didn’t manipulate you into it. You weren’t some desperate sinner offering your soul. You were willing. And that pleased him. When was the last time anyone chose him with no other extenuating circumstances influencing that decision? He couldn’t recall.

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Lil rant (MAYBE PJATO SHOW SPOILERS?)

Lots of opinions up ahead so uh, look out.

I’m watching the PJATO show and I really love some parts. The casting—they’re all wonderful (literally everyone, Mr D is hilarious) and any fears I had have been quelled because they’re all amazing and the trio fit their characters well (even IRL and they’re so precious). Camp Half Blood — so well done. The cabins are huge, the colosseum is just what I imagined, and they really did great on making it properly large and vibrant. I love it. Some of the extra beats they’ve added to make it better expanded beyond the strictly Percy POV in the book have been good. Annabeth and Grover chucking Percy into a fountain to try to heal him was hilarious and totally in character—probably my favorite part so far. Also: AHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN!

But is anyone just feeling… like the pacing is super slow? Like I get that us “zoomers” have tiny attention spans and stuff but “The Horse and His Boy” was my favorite Narnia book and I read LOTR when I was 11 so I don’t think my attention span is quite so bad. These kids got ADHD and it feels like every talk and every scene just drags. Every time I think the energy is gonna rise, it gets smacked back down by lackluster scene climaxes. Again, I’m not trying to say we need more explosions or booms or arguments, just that I]it isn’t even remotely eliciting the same kind of goose-pimple/heart thumping moments I remember from the books. I reread them constantly and it’s always thrilling.

And the music… someone I was watching it with said it sounded like generic Marvel music, and they’re kinda right. I can’t remember a single note from the score at all, and I’m always listening to movie/TV scores because they’re like listening to the story in music format! PJATO’s score though? Can’t even remember it. I can’t remember any of it even being used in certain places. I thought they’d try to get older instrumentals to make it unique, like lyre AND electric guitar in the mix, but honestly I can’t even remember what it sounds like. That’s bad, right?

[[EDIT: I just looked up the score on Spotify and it was literally made by the people who did the “God of War” game score. There’s no freakin way this music is bad. I’m gonna listen to it alone later. Maybe it’s just set really low in the mix… ]]

The “death” of Sally Jackson was so lackluster. Just a standard medium long shot, can’t even remember if the music flourished or dropped or anything. Their acting was great, but it was framed so poorly that it just felt… idk…

The pacing feels like it’s something I would do as an amateur who doesn’t yet understand how to edit on my first few write-up’s of a script. I’m not trying to be mean or unfair because I REALLY wanna love this show and I genuinely love a lot of stuff about it and I can tell that so many people are working so hard on it, but holy moly I feel my brain begging for someone to do something impertinent and just slap the show into a roll whenever I’m watching it.

There’s another issue I have with the timing of the most recent episode but I don’t wanna go much further.

Again, this is all opinion and not meant to say anyone shouldn’t like the show or that the people in it are stupid because they aren’t at all and people should like it! I’m just saying that as someone that really appreciated the pacing of the books (that was quick but never sacrificed the storytelling and slowed down when it needed to), I am really feeling that this show isnt shaping up like that. Additional note: I’m not even saying that the pacing of the show needs to BE the pacing of the books. I’m just saying that the pacing of the books is one of the things that made it so good and I really haven’t read many things with pacing of that quality.

Aaaanyway feel free to disagree with me or roast me alive. I just haven’t seen anyone talking about it and I wanted to rant a little and see what other people thought. I’m still gonna keep watching because I think if they can fix the pacing, imma really freaking enjoy this and in case they do, I don’t wanna miss it. And because I’d rather have more PJATO show than less!

[kairiscorner]

bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

[lyman-garfiel]

39 and 23 for the wof ask game

| 23. Hot takes? ohh man,,,,,,,,hoghgh man - the glorybringer drama is stupid. i'm not gonna lie and pretend like an age gap like that in reality is not fucked up but deathbringer's age is so ...so clearly a writing mistake, he's described as "around winter's age" in wt and described as being around the age of glory in EVREY BOOK THAT IS NOT ASSASSIN. the intent of the relationship is what matters to me and clearly he was not intended to be way older than her..tui just fucked up when putting assassin that far back in the timeline. - honestly darkstalker apologists put a VERY bad taste in my mouth, he very clearly groomed anenome and moon and was abusive as FUCK to clearsight. and i'm so sick and tired of people treating him like a poor misunderstood baby because his dad didn't love him. he's an abusive prick who has no regards for anybody except himself. and if we're still on the topic of problematic age gaps. the shit he did to feirceteeth was......vile magic spell turning her into his dead girlfriend or not. - gonna come out and say it i am a winter apologist. genuinley sick and tired of people making him out to be an abuser for the crime of....being pissed at darkstalker for the valid reason of DARKSTALKER SENT A MAGIC PLAUGE TO KILL HIS WHOLE FAMILY AND MESSED WITH HIS BRAIN. and while i don't blame qibli for wanting the magic to make dragons like him given his upbringing mabye don't...mabye don't mention that to your friend who just got mind controlled by that very magic. him being mad at moon for being like "erm darkstalker's not thaat bad" was so valid. again i get the reasoning behind moon's actions she's being groomed by that guy i understand her skewed perspective. but girl,,,,,,he's activley killing winter's family. - also uh,,,,i think the dangerious gift was a good book..i don't understand the hate for it....at all | 39. Something in the fandom you see too little?

i do not interact with the fandom that much outside of reblogging cool art evrey now and then but ohh man i want more appreciation for the volcanic nightwings, prisoners captivated me and i'd love more stories on what it was like living in such a horrible climate with a door to clean air right THERE. the desparation to get out of their home as its activley killing them expanding their knowlage of science a lot quicker than the other tribes is SO interesting to me.....in general i want more dragon science...its........its cool

[iwannaban0nym0us]

welp time for another one of those long rambley posts because well uh everything's fucking ending

fuckkkkkkkkkkk why does this have to hurt so bad

I tried so hard to avoid this, fuck, why am I back here

It hurts different this time but it still hurts, while i'm glad we didn't stretch this out over months fuck I was in love

oh btw i have no brain power rn so this is probably gonna be entirely incoherent and just whatever the fuck comes to my mind

so uh basically my girlfriend broke up with me and at lunch today, and like it wasn't a bad breakup and i'm really glad we talked because like i wanted to talk about how things have felt kinda off lately, and uh it turns it its because they now only have platonic feelings for me

i think like part of me knew this was coming, they broke up with their last boyfriend this time last year (because they realized they really just wanted to be friends w/ him) and this time last year is when i hit the point of no return w/ my ex and a bunch of things that happened then have happened now (soccer team disbanding partner/ex not going on the school trip)

and so like i've had the thought 'could i go back to just being friends with them' or 'should i just break up with them before they have the chance to hurt me like my ex did' spiral around in my head a bit but i never actually did because like they're amazing

but then there's the part of me the would dream of us lasting for years and was just so fucking happy w/ them and was about to tell them i loved them, i've been thinking it for months but i thought i was ready to say it to them,,, and then well,,,,

theres so many nevers now, like i never said i love you, they never came to one of my club soccer games, i never went to one of their vaulting comps, we nEVER WENT ON A DATE

fuck i wish i had gone to prom w/ them this year, skipped the soccer game that didn't end up actually happened and fucking dealt w/ the fact that my ex was there but i was too fucking scared to do either of those things

aaaaa i was trying so so so fucking hard not to let myself get hurt by a partner again, i waited a while to ask them out like i was certain i really like them and they liked me back, and then i took things very slow, we took a while to kiss, we never said i love you, i tried really really hard to test the waters and really make sure i could trust them before i fully committed my heart to them

and while i can trust them and they are an amazing person who still cares a lot about me, they still managed to hurt me because they don't love me the same way i love them, and i kinda thought they did, and maybe they did for a bit, but they don't anymore

ahahaha fuck this afternoon they added the song (redacted) by Leanna Firestone to their playlist,,,, hhhhhh,,,, just look at the lyrics,,,, it made me start crying again,,,,

ok well uh i think im gonna fall asleep sitting on my floor in the dark w/ my laptop on my lap so i guess i should probably stop here and go cry myself to sleep

if i have any time tomorrow this'll probably be expanded because uh my soccer team is also ending :D so i'm losing people i've played w/ for 5+ years and also i'm gonna have to come out to a new soccer team which is gonna just so great

[grayintogreen]

Book thoughts! Glad I didn’t go in without knowing of The OC

Brain!molly going on and on about Yasha was great and wonderful, but his whole thing when Lucien was mind rending Beau was just great.

I wish the dragon fight would have been expanded a bit more with Lucien going “eh, no big” for leaving Beau and Molly going “uh, no” (also, urgh on Lucien saying Beau reminded him of HER)

But why oh why do we need a random OC for the book. Just make it all Cree.

And no attempts at controlling Beau and Caleb was odd. Or even really anything with Lucien looking in on them, even though he callously changed his “friends” minds.

Also! I wish Molly noticed and commented on Yasha and Beau seeming “close”

Is it bad I want a rewrite of the latter half of the book with your interpretation of everything, without the, ah how did you call it, the Interloper. The story was Good but I think you could make it Great

YEAH. There was so much weird shit that was glossed over. Like the mind control thing on the Tombtakers was sketchy and gross and the fact that it happened multiple times and yet Molly didn't have anything to say about it? Or like have anything to say about why he's not doing that to Beau and Caleb? Like they covered A LOT of Molly input on so many things, but not THAT. Also as much as it was IC, the fact that Roux had him do it so often (To CREE especially) and yet never explained why he didn't do it to Beau and Caleb left a bad taste in my mouth.

Also the focus on Brveyn should have been extended to ALL OF THE TOMBTAKERS. Like he made a comment about Cree after the Flesh Miette incident, but it seemed like Molly should have had more room to be like "these Tombtakers are your friends- see how the Mighty Nein are THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR FRIENDS NOT LIKE YOU'RE DOING." Like it felt like Roux didn't give a SHIT about the other Tombtakers and only wanted to focus on Brevyn but had to keep focusing on Cree (who in turn ALWAYS MENTIONS BREVYN) because she lasted longer and it makes me a little prickly.

But yeah, like... I don't want to be an asshole, but it felt like they chose Roux to handle the spooky stuff and she did that really well and some part of her just had maybe all of the respect for who Lucien is as a character and how he behaves and then ZERO respect for the characters around him that already exist, like a twelve year old girl creating an OC to ship with her favorite male character and forgetting everyone else exists, which I know because I HAVE BEEN THAT TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL. I know what this looks like because I HAVE WRITTEN IT.

I'd really love to... finagle a silk purse out of this sow's ear because yeah it's good and so much that is good I wouldn't want to improve on, but God I just want to or have someone else rewrite the whole damn thing where Brevyn either doesn't exist, gets replaced by the sister (seriously if Lucien had dragged his baby sister into his bullshit and she got killed because of his ambitions and THAT haunted his narrative then that would be interesting), or has a lesser role and then her shit is distributed among the other Tombtakers with a majority of it going to Cree, it would be fine. Like... That is really all the book had to fucking do to be perfect- just show more of Lucien's bond AND CLOSENESS with the CHARACTERS HE IS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HAVE A BOND WITH.

It doesn't make any fucking sense to do what was done unless it came from someone who literally just didn't care about the other Tombtakers, which, I'm sorry, but no. All I fucking cared about was More Lucien AND the Tombtakers and it feels like I got shafted because a character who had no fucking reason to exist and the canon narrative doesn't support existing took away too much away from the canon characters and I think anyone who came into the story wanting that has a right to be annoyed and want better.

But yeah, idk what I'm gonna do except probably pettily write some Creecien fics set in this version of canon (BECAUSE NOTHING NOT ON STREAM IS CANON) where I can give her and the Tombtakers their just dues and start an Alternate Universe- No Brevyn tag, which sounds mean and I don't want to be an asshole because that's some author's baby, but... I'm sorry but Brevyn's not a bad character. I would like her outside of this context. She JUST DOES NOT BELONG HERE IN THIS STORY IN THIS WAY. It makes me feel like someone tricked me into buying their OCxCanon Character self-insert fic.

[unknownjpegs]

study distraction

“Am I distracting you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How bad?”

Benny slaps the text book shut and pinches the bridge of his nose. When he drops his hand from his face, Maran is still smiling upside down at him from the bed. His freckles knees are bent, socked feet to the wall, toe almost nudging the X-Files poster that is fading and ripped in the corner. Ben’s messy room needs cleaning, clothes strewn everywhere, his desk a half destroyed mess of take out containers, beer cans and legitimate school work. His laptop sits on Maran’s stomach, running overtime as he watches stolen media.

Or, pretends to watch pirated shows. Occasionally, at the end of a chapter, when Benny takes the highlighter from his mouth and underlines something, he’ll hear a heavy, long, drawn out pitiful sigh. Something tuckered out, bored, a tad bratty. He’s been ignoring them for the better part of an hour, because he’d warned Maran when he’d stopped by that he’d be studying.

Not that Maran usually actually distracts him that badly. It’s playful usually, comes in little waves and can usually be quelled if Benny sets the book down and gives him a few well placed kisses. He has a feeling, however, that the reason Maran is squirming, sighing, constantly looking back over the end of the bed toward him—is because the apartment is empty.

And Ben’s apartment is rarely empty.

“Bored of Buffy th-the Vampire Slayer already?” Ben asks, slowly standing from his computer chair. Maran perks up at the movement. It’s this not so subtle shift of his hips to adjust himself on the bed. His heels drum the wall softly, a hand cupping the top of the laptop as if poised to slap it shut. Makes Benny smile, this curl of his lip upward, because Maran’s so cute about it. Excited, all the time. Sometimes, he worries that excitement is going to wear off. That Maran will stop looking at him, with big glossy eyes. Hasn’t happened yet, though.

He stands at the end of the bed, looks down at Maran, who looks up and suddenly starts turning pink. His eyes dart around a bit, like he’s unable to suddenly look Benny in the eyes. His fingers fidget on the curve of the laptop, slowly shutting it and then drumming on the hard case. Benny reaches and cups under Maran’s chin, tilts so he has to look at him again.

“Look at you,” he purrs, grinning ear to ear in that sly, knife like way. He’d never figured out smiling. Sometimes, he’d try practicing in the mirror to get it more right. Less scary, curved, or wicked. Sometimes, Benny leaned into the snakiness, because it kept people from approaching him. Just the way he wanted. Maran looks at that smile and his blush deepens and for some reason, Benny’s glad he never figured out how to smile more normally.

“Finished Buffy,” Maran says, in a bit of a shy voice. He leans a little into the palm curving around his jaw. “Was gonna start a movie unless…” he trails off. Benny’s eyes trail down from his face to his throat, chest and lower. He’s in those ridiculously cute red shorts that ride a little too high, especially now that he’s wiggled all over the bed the way he has. His tan, freckled skin looks pretty under the soft lighting in Benny’s room.

“You ha-have something in mind?”

Benny should get back to his studying. Should cram, should drink energy drinks until his eyes are bleeding and he can unlock the ninety percent of the human brain currently unused. But instead his thumb brushes over Maran’s pretty mouth, parts his lips, watches them curl into a smile.

“This is,” he starts, his arms rising above his head so his hands can touch Benny’s thighs. He curves palms around them, pulls him in a bit closer with a slight display of strength that makes Ben’s eyes unfocus. “Nice position, yeah?”

“Maran,” he groans, head falling backward at the implications. A too painful heat fills him up suddenly, head to fucking toe. His veins get too big, expand too suddenly, oxygen all but leaving his chest in a punch. His hand tightens on Maran’s jaw, making the younger man nearly squeak. “Don’t s-say that.”

“What? It’s just a convenient arrangement, s’all. You standin’ like that, me on the bed like this. M’just thinking about it.”

“You’re as-asking me to fuck your face right now?” his head drops forward so he can watch the expression change on Maran’s pretty face. His dark, thick eyebrows raise up, his mouth parting further, cheeks darkening from pink to downright red. His eyes skate up and away and to the side and his hands curl even tighter around Benny’s thighs. Does nothing to stop the sensation of wanting to burn right out of his skin. Even Benny’s bones feel taught.

One of Maran’s legs shifts so his ankles are a little crossed, thighs pressed together.

“Jesus,” Benny hisses out, and then falls to his knees to give Maran a kiss. Upside down like that, it can’t be anything but messy—but also fun. He’d never kissed anyone at this angle before; their mouths keep sliding his chin bumping Maran’s eyebrow, nose brushing the other mans. His hand cups Maran’s jaw further, pinching to get him to open his mouth more. Benny all but licks the inside of his mouth, then rubs his cheek against Maran’s. It’s nearly an angry gesture, both of them panting with the exertion of that kiss.

There’s a pause, where he watches Maran’s chest rise and fall. His eyes feel blurry as he imagines it. Thinks of watching his cock sliding into Maran’s mouth like that, pretty lips tight around him. He blinks a few times, presses a wet kiss to his cheek and then stands. He starts jerking at his belt, which suddenly feels far too tight—so do his jeans. Benny chooses to ignore that a single kiss has gotten him nearly entirely hard.

“M’just g-gonna jerk off.”

“Really?” Maran says it with a big grin, his lips swollen and wet. “Thought you’d go all, slow, Mar, I’m takin’ it all slow on me.” His hands leave Benny’s thighs to drum playfully against his torso, feet kicking back up spread on the wall. He pauses to blink at his socked feet. Benny looks down at Maran, his gaze finding hyperfocus on all those pretty smatterings of freckles across his nose and cheeks.

“P-Pull your shirt up, actually.”

“Like this?” He yanks the fabric above his collarbone and Benny actually does bow forward a bit, hand braced on the bed, at how quickly he follows directions. He pauses enough to let himself breathe harshly in and out through his nose, eyes pinched shut. He’s smiling again, that awful slash of a smile as he opens eyes to look at Maran’s big, expectant smile. “Can I help with your belt?”

“Can you d-do it upside down like that?”

“Hm,” Maran hums as he tilts his head back to give himself a better view. It extends his throat so beautifully that Benny’s mouth goes instantly dry. His fingers dance there, touch softly at a dark bruising mark he’d left the night prior in the shape of his teeth. His chest tightens, constricts painfully, tight cord through his whole body thrumming as Maran’s fingers work at his belt. It’s a bit awkward, but for some reason, that fumbling is erotic to Benny. He watches him pinch his pink tongue between his teeth before he finally slides the belt off and tosses it to the side.

Ben uses a hand to shove at his jeans and briefs, free himself.

“This is better than studying,” Maran comments.

“You weren’t the one studying.”

“I was learnin’ the art of vampire slayin’ actually.” His words almost get cut off when Benny slips two fingers into his mouth. He moans and then strangles it quiet, big brown eyes flickering shut as Ben uses Maran’s spit to slick his fingers. He dips them in and out for a moment, watches Maran’s tongue start to dart between them before he pulls away. He uses that now slightly wet hand to tug at himself. For a moment, he only does that, gets himself fully hard as Maran looks up at him.

“Fuck, you are pretty, Maran,” Benny mumbles as he jerks at himself. His hand comes up to touch the side of his boyfriends cheek. He cups it, pushes his face until his tip is against Maran’s cheek. He sighs out, eyes fluttering again. “Prettiest fucking guy I’ve ever met.”

Maran adjusts, wiggles again, hands rising once more to touch Benny’s thighs. His palms feel electric, make his muscles shiver as they’re touched. He grunts out, both hands cupping Maran’s head then to slide his spit wet cock against his cheek. Maran turns his head, mouth open. His tongue lathes out, as does a little whimper. Benny barely holds in an obscene moan, watching that warm flat tongue press against him.

“You like it, Maran?” he groans it out through clenched teeth. Benny’s precum smears across his bottom lip, suddenly making it messier. “Tell me,” he demands, stopping his hips. His hand grips up under Maran’s chin, tilts his head so they’re making eye contact. He’s panting, looking down, eyes narrowed. “Say it.”

Maran’s throat bobs. He looks up, eyes glassy, mouth sloppy and his tongue darts out, catches semen and makes Benny nearly lose his composure. He squeezes, though, puts a nice amount of pressure and then Maran does say it. Admits it, softly as his hands squeeze around Benny’s thighs.

I like it, I want it, please, give me it. Benny pets his cheek, softly, thumb brushing over his eyebrow. Say it again, louder. Maran’s eyes blink prettily. I like it, I love it, it’s so good. More and more and every word, he thrusts himself against Maran’s cheek, gets a rhythm going as he makes Maran admit what he keeps trapped in his head. Undoing whatever learned behavior to keep that luscious mouth shut has been one of his favorite parts of dating Maran. Let it fucking go. Say it. Louder. More. Please. It’s just us. Let’s be filthy and fun. Dirty, like you secretly want it. I like it dirty too.

Ben’s fingers loop around Maran’s wrist, tug it away from his thigh.

“Touch yourself, here,” he suggests, labored breathing making his words airy, light, excited. Benny puts Maran’s hand on his own chest. “Feels good, when you do.” Maran blinks rapidly, like he’s clearing his head. His hand gropes at himself shyly, tentatively. Ben laughs, this gentle thing that he’s surprised he’s capable of. He pats Maran’s cheek to get his attention, watches thick black eye lashes blink. “Your nipple, Maran.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, in this whimpering soft way that makes Benny’s cock twitch. He feels the throb reverberate through his entire body as he watches Maran’s palm enclose over his pectoral. And then his fingers experimentally pinch. He makes another sound and his hips seem to buck up and adjust. He’s pinching his thighs together, feet fallen from the wall. His knees knock and rub against one another. Benny’s head droops forward, his moan long and drawn out.

“Pinch my thigh,” he starts and Maran does, which makes him jump and then laugh. “No,” he pushes Maran’s face away from his cock, to look at him. His open mouth draws in heavy breathes already, his chest rising and falling in a hyper way. His hand continues its exploratory touches. “If it’s t-too much, pinch my thigh and I’ll st-stop.”

Maran seems to figure out what Benny means, because his eyes go bright with that dazzling fucking excitement. He smiles, ear to ear. It’s so beautiful that Benny has to pause just to admire it. Just to pet Maran’s cheek and praise him for it, tell him he’s beautiful, and watch the way it makes him squirm. He puts fingers to Maran’s chin, slowly tilting his head back a little. The younger man’s mouth drops open, inviting.

Benny uses a guiding hand around his cock and then starts slow. Shallow. Really just a soft, enjoyable rub of his tip against Maran’s outstretched tongue. His eyes go to those freckled knees, rubbing together. Maran’s free hand could relieve himself better—yet for some reason, watching him just do that makes Benny fucking insane. He feels feral about it. His hands brace onto the bed, his hips giving an experimental thrust into Maran’s mouth.

There’s a slick, wet noise. Warmth encompassing him. Maran’s hand touches Benny’s chest as he leans over.

He continues thrusting, gentle at first. Slow and almost lazy. Giving Maran the time to get used to the feeling of it. The sensation. Which he must be enjoying, because he’s writhing a bit again. His hips keep doing a circular motion upward, his feet digging into the pillows at the top of the bed. Maran’s moan vibrates against Benny in a way that makes him thrust once, harder in reflex.

When the pinch doesn’t come—Benny starts faster. He digs hands into the bed, curling fingers around the sheets. He fucks harder, a faster rhythm. The slick wet noises are louder. Maran’s legs twist again. Both his hands come up to brush over Benny’s waist. Hold onto him. His hands turn to arms wrapped fully around him and that makes Benny pant out a harsher groan. His mind goes swimming at the feeling, his head hanging. He thrusts harder then, faster until Maran’s fingernails dig in hard to the meat of his thigh.

He’s quick about moving off, pulling back. Maran’s gasp for air is quick, but his lips are curved into a smile, hands groping behind him for Benny’s body. They curl around a thigh, his hip.

“Keep—going—” he breathes out with a whine, face wildly ecstatic. His chin is slick with spit. Benny finds that he can’t keep going, because that request alone, combined with Maran’s pleasure twisted face is enough.

“HolyfuckMaran,” Benny manages, his hand cupping the man’s face and turning it toward him. He tugs at himself furiously with his other hand and it’s only a few quick strokes before he’s cumming. His whole body goes tight with it, the release making his muscles tense and tremble. Benny’s hand quivers as he holds Maran still, his cum pouring thickly over his cheek, his lips, his chin.

Maran’s tongue runs over his lips, his eyes barely open. He breathes hard, his shaky hands still holding onto Benny, who looks down at him through blurry eyes. He stares at his cum, sliding down over his chin, pooled over his chin.

“I think,” Maran pants, smiling happily. “I came, actually.” Both hands clasp Maran’s cheeks then, holding him as Benny downright growls. He feels empty, knees weak and tired.

“You’re killing me,” he complains. “I’m g-going to fucking eat you.”

“Sounds pleasant,” Maran replies.

“Kill you,” Benny continues as he leans over, mouthing hungrily at Maran’s stomach with biting, vicious kisses, hands pushing at his shorts to see if he’s telling the truth. “With my teeth.”

“Less pleasant, still not that bad if it’s from you, s’pose.”

“Maran.”

“Yes?”

“Get undressed.”

—

Benny lights a cigarette as he watches Maran skip up onto the edge of the park fountain. He holds his arms out to keep himself steady, watches his feet to make sure they land alright with each step. His white sneakers have gone absolutely dingy with wear throughout the summer they’ve spent together. Autumn leaves are barely clinging to the trees, ready to dump everywhere. Benny secretly looks forward to being able to show Maran a New England autumn; thinks of jumping into leaf piles together, of skirting class, like he is now, to sneak away to the prettier parts of the city.

He takes a drag of the cigarette and then approaches, holds his arms open.

“We gettin’ food?” Maran asks, taking one giant step right off the fountain. Benny’s arms slip up around his waist to catch him, hold him up and stare happily. For a moment, he forgets he was even asked a question. He watches Maran’s brows wiggle, his lips pursed in a pouting grin. “What you starin’ at, Ben?”

Oh fuck, I’m in love with you, I’m in love with you in a way I did not know I could be in love with someone. Holy shit, I love you so much it feels like you’re digging your hands around inside my chest. It hurts. It feels so good. I’m kind of scared, Maran. I’m freaked out. Glad I skipped class. Which I never do, by the way. I do not skip class.

“You have something in your nose.”

“What?” Benny sets Maran down and tosses the cigarette away, barely even finished. He leans in, tries shoving his tongue there. Which makes Maran dissolve into raucous laughter. He shoves, mostly half hearted at Ben’s chest. He scrambles to get away, but doesn’t actually try to.

“Aw, stop—Ben, hell!”

I love you, I love you, I am trying to say it, I am trying to force it out between my fucking crooked teeth, I swear.

“Thinking Greek,” he says instead, looping an arm over Maran’s shoulder and yanking him in tight. “Th-there’s a place ‘round the corner.”

“Mm, salty.”

“Don’t start,” he sighs dramatically, planting a kiss to Maran’s temple. They walk like that, tangled together, sides pressed warmly. Benny doesn’t even fish out a second cigarette.

[returnofahsoka]

top 5 favorite elements (character tropes, plot, settings, objects...) from the silly little show that makes you so happy?

oh my god thank you!! there's so much honestly. also the show is the bad batch, but i guess you knew that and the series finale is tomorrow, which i don't know if you knew... but yeah

it got long so

in no particular order:

the potential. tbb has So Many good ideas which it doesn't always expand on for some reason (it's bad writing, that's what it is but idc). so to me such a big part of engaging with this story is that i get to rotate these ideas and the themes like brotherhood and family, loss and grief, belonging vs isolation, leadership, forgiveness and guilt and redemption in my head and it's just so. giving me brain scramblies [benoit blanc voice] it makes no damn sense. compels me though

like i never talk about this but the soundtrack paired with the environmental design and lighting just. god. look at this.

it truly is such an athmospheric show im gonna cry

the characters!!! my favourite is of course echo my beloved (i brought my love for him from when he was in the clone wars, the previous show) and also omega who is such a joy to watch grow up and become this amazing. she's a survivor and a leader and she's fundamentally so so kind. and like i gotta say i love tech, he's become such an interesting character once they really started fleshing him out and now i really really miss his interactions with the rest of the team. he carried so much of the dynamic

oh yeah this is not A Point in the list but you might have seen me clowning about a guy who is probably dead but "Here's how we can still win!" uh yeah that's him. i'm really rooting for him to have a winter soldier arc and we have one last episode where it could happen

the team dynamics. like these guys are ahhahhhhhrghhh dangerously co-dependent, emotionally unstable soldiers who got the rug pulled out from under their feet with the war ending and like... it really is them against the world. and they gotta look out for each other and for their little sister they adopted. and i love them so much. also doomed siblings narrative gets me always ALWAYS

and one more thing. it's funny. like i've started rewatching from s1 with my brother recently and i cannot stress the amount of bitchy one-liners in this show

[kaitsawamura]

would you like to stay forever?

SUMMARY⎮   Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

STATS⎮ minors do not interact, 18+ ⎮  Rating: M (for mature)  ⎮  WC: 5525  ⎮   Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader  ⎮   Tags: Aged Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Sparring, Smut, Fluff, Age/Experience Gap (if you really squint)  ⎮  AO3

NOTES⎮  Thanks to @spacelabrathor​ for listening to me scream about this and to @some-kindofgnome​ for fueling my Kiri fever dreams.  Yes, that title is based on a Mulan quote. This whole fic was based on THIS POST and Kirishima seemed like the perfect character for this pwp.  Hope y'all enjoy!  (Also please for the love of God, click on the banner to see in HD if you’re on mobile, it looks so much better lol)

It was Saturday and even though you’re on your way to becoming a Pro Hero, you can think of several things you’d rather be doing with your one day off than going to Kirishima Eijiro’s house to spar.  But here you are pulling into his driveway, going over combat moves in your head as if your life depended on it.  They weren’t really serving their purpose which was to distract yourself.  Kiri had offered up his personal gym, encouraged you to stop by with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck as if he was nervous.  

A couple of his friends had already taken him up on the offer.  You were the only one he’d offered who hadn’t come over yet.  He had texted you a couple of weeks later saying he was starting to take it personally…  and then immediately texted with a laughing emoji just to clarify he was only giving you a hard time.  It brings a smile to your face now as you remember it.  Yesterday he had also clarified it would just be the two of you if you were self-conscious sparring in front of other people.  You’d have the whole place to yourselves.  Like that should mean something.  Which it did.  It does , you realize with butterflies growing in your stomach.  Kiri doesn’t need to know that though.

The two of you had been toeing around something since you had been hired at Fatgum’s Agency a year ago.  Neither of you had made a move.  Kirishima, the Red Riot, was a big Pro Hero and while you took pride in your quirk, it didn’t hold a coin to some of the others you’d come in contact with.  It had surprised you when Toyomitsu had brought you on.  But he had mumbled something about “liking your spunk” and that he thought a teleportation quirk would be a useful one to add to his agency.  The first day you had shown up, Kiri had immediately caught your eye.  Not for the obvious reasons.  Obvious reasons being the fact that he was climbing the Pro Hero charts or the fact that he had a dynamically interesting quirk or that at twenty-five he was already built like a brickhouse. 

Those were all valid reasons, yes, but what had pulled you in was his smile and his genuine interest in you outside of your quirk.  But he was just like that you had quickly discovered.  He knew everyone’s coffee order and what they liked for lunch.  He knew when to push and when to back off.  He knew when to talk and when to listen , knew when he still had a lesson to learn.  The kids flocked to him.  Even now you’re still entirely convinced that’s actually his quirk, getting people to like him.  It’s not a difficult thing to do though.

Your brain stutters back to the present when a text notification pings from your cell phone as you sit in Kiri’s driveway, picking at non-existent lint on your gym shorts.  The cute ones you’re still convincing yourself were your only clean pair and that’s the only reason you wore them.

KIRI : i saw u pull up, u gonna come in or what 😂

Had he been waiting for you to get there?  You tapped out a quick response, one that hid the little flip in your stomach at the thought: creeper, you were watching for me lmao

Response bubbles immediately flash on your phone screen but you’re angling out of your car and shutting the door before he can reply.

Somehow, this house fits Kiri perfectly.  It isn’t big.  You had seen pictures of other top-ranking Pros’ houses.  Enji Todoroki’s house, for example, was fucking ridiculous.  But even without a massive floor plan, Kiri’s house is nicer than any you’d been in for some time.  Clean, straight lines and lots of windows.  In fact, you can see straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows out to his backyard when you reach the front door.  Is that a pool ?  Kiri had tons of fun showing pictures at the agency; it was a well-deserved investment for his already multiple years of service as a Pro.  The pictures hadn’t done the place justice though.

Kiri comes to the door, throwing it wide open with a huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth.  You ignore the way your mouth goes dry as he drags you in, babbling on like an excited little kid at you actually coming.

“I really thought you were gonna back out!  I mean, that would have been fine, of course.  I just can’t see the point of having the whole place to myself all the time.”  He’s irresistibly cute, walking around showing you the living room and the kitchen and pointing out to the backyard where, yes, there is indeed a pool.  “You can come over any time and use that too if you want!”  You thank him, warmth pooling in your stomach at how incredibly nice he is.

“Uh, we should probably get in the gym.  I have… stuff to do later,” you finish lamely.  You don’t have anything to do later but very quickly you’re realizing how far out of your depth you are here.  The familiar beginnings of the head over heels fall is washing over you in steady waves.  But you’re coworkers and the thought of coming to work every day and having to see his adorable face and not doing anything about it is almost making you nauseous.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just down the hallway,” he rumbles, leading the way and you follow trying and failing miserably to calm the nerves flashing through your veins.  You’re here alone with Kiri , the man you’ve been crushing on since you’d started working with him a year ago.  And now your stupid brain isn’t just thinking about what it would feel like to run your tongue along his teeth or how his hands would feel between your legs.  No, your stupid brain is thinking about what Kiri looks like when he first opens his eyes in the morning.

Your one-track mind is not getting any help, especially when Kiri walks through the doorway of the gym addition and immediately proceeds to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders and tosses it to the side.  Shit.  His back muscles ripple with the movement and when he turns to face you, it’s heart-wrenchingly obvious that he has no idea the effect he’s having on you.  He has to know .  Doesn’t he?  From your end, it seems wildly obvious that someone as good-looking as him should know .  

You glance around, eternally grateful for the fact that the gym is also attractive.  Floor to ceiling windows span two of the walls here as well and there’s a large set of French doors leading out to the yard.  You find yourself actually in awe when you get a better look at the landscaping.  It’s so green .  There’s a small patch of lawn but the rest is just artfully arranged native flora and fauna.  Violets, tulips.  Huge hosta plants.  And cherry trees heavy with their signature sakura blossoms.  

“Kiri, it’s beautiful!”  He comes to stand beside you, looking out the French doors as well.

“You like it?  I guess it is pretty nice, huh?”  You glance up at him, your chest expanding on a lurch looking at his smile.  You’d never noticed before but he has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.

“Yeah, really nice.”  You look out again, letting the silence grow until it feels like the most comfortable thing in the world.  After what seems like an eternity Kiri clears his throat, rocking back on the balls of his feet.  “What are you thinking for today?”  The question leaves your lips and you’re immediately regretting it; your stomach flips again when Kiri looks at you like you’re prey.

“Close combat, hand-to-hand combat.  You did mention a while ago you wanted to strengthen that, right?”  You throw your head back, rolling your eyes, and groan.  The two of you make your way to the center of the mat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d be scared to take me on too,” Kiri says, large hands on even larger hips.   He isn’t as tall as some of the other heroes at six foot three inches but he’s wide , thick.  You know for a fact you couldn’t wrap your arms around his waist and have your hands meet.  He’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.  The sharpened points of his canines are out and on prominent display.   Famous last words you think as a snarl erupts on your face.

“I’m not scared , Kiri.  I just don’t want to wear you out .  You’re a Pro Hero.  You’re on the job a lot more than I am.  Plus, you’re getting kind of old.  Is that a little gray I see coming in?”  Kiri bares his teeth even more but it’s not lost on you that he quickly reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair.  There isn’t any gray, obviously , but the thought has Red Riot distracted.  Distracted enough that when you plant your feet and your fist connects with his face, your knuckles hit skin and not the reinforced rock of his quirk.

“ Shit.”  Kiri takes a step back, reaching up to cradle his jaw.  His tongue swipes out to lick at the blood on his bottom lip.  His vermillion eyes find yours and if you didn’t work with him on a regular basis, you would have felt fear at this moment.  You know he wouldn’t hurt you but even now, a thrill races through your veins like electricity.  He looks as if he’s going to devour you.  You take your own step back, readying your quirk, reaching out to it as your fists hold their position in front of your body.  A dark chuckle spills from his chest as Kiri calls on his own quirk.

Now it was your turn to be distracted; you had always been fascinated by Kiri’s quirk, the way his body looked when it hardened up.  The ripples of muscle still visible under the toughened skin.  The divots and ridges and how they mapped their way across his shoulders and chest and abdomen.  You knew how it felt to the touch in fake combat.  The Fatgum heroes all took pride in maintaining a healthy routine; sparring was a common workout that was previously done at a local public gym.  You wonder absently what it would feel like to touch him slow and at the moment.  When you could give extra attention with extra time. 

Kiri closes the space between the two of you at the moment your mind strays and you barely are able to teleport out of the way to avoid him crashing into you.  You try to take a swipe at him as you materialize from in front of him to behind but this time he’s ready for you and he’s using his quirk.  Instead of moving out of the way, he plants his feet and allows your punch to hit.  Pain radiates up through your fingers and wrist.  It always irritated you that you had to prepare yourself to strike Kiri when he was using his quirk.  Otherwise, you’d be in for a whole lot of hurt every time you landed a punch.

Teleportation is a pretty handy quirk.  It gives you a pretty good advantage the more you work on your close combat skills.  The trick with Kiri was to keep going at him until he ran out of energy.  You hadn’t gotten to that point yet; your quirk had its limits as well.  You were only two years out of UA, Kiri was out by seven.  His strength was already fairly unmatched; sparring with him was always good practice.  You relish the thought of the day you can win a sparring session without tapping out.  It surges through you like pure energy.  

You teleport to stand in front of him again, shifting your weight into your hips and up through your right hook.  This time your fist connects with Kiri’s side and he lets out a small grunt.  Your fingers don’t hurt so bad this time and by the time Kiri is retaliating, you jump back a few feet.  He hmms, a sound that reverberates from his chest.

“That’s all well and good but how do you expect to do anything if you jump that far away?”  He lunges forward at a running start, leaping at the last second, sending his gloved fist into your stomach.  You were fast, but still not always fast enough.  You double over, the air rushing from your lungs and your pre-workout protein smoothie threatening to exit back the way it went in.  Sweat is already beading on your brow and sliding under your tank top.  You take a few breaths through your nose when an idea pops into your head; you stay bent over.  “Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard.  You good?”  

Kiri comes to stand in front of you, leaving him vulnerable.  He can’t see your smirk until it’s too late.  You wail on him, using some of the basic combos he’s taught you before today.  Satisfaction rolls through you when he actually takes a step back.  But then he puts his arms up in front of him, clenching his abdomen and bending inward to protect his core.  He drops just a fraction and before you realize what’s happening, he’s swiping his leg out to push through yours.  You watch in slow motion as you see his laughing face then the ceiling of the gym as you flip and land on your back.

If you thought you were out of breath before…  “Fuuu-.”  It’s a wheeze that feels like it’s ripping your chest open.  You’re seeing stars.  Kiri stands over you, hands on his hips again.  You stare at his face; the hero has his hair pulled back into a bun.  You snort, rolling your eyes.  Why does he still look so fucking good?  The sweat has caused some of the pieces falling out of his hair tie to curl.  His hair has curl to it?  You’ve never noticed before, considering he always gels it into spikes.  You like the curl.  “Are you--are you gonna help me up, or what?”  It was still painful to talk.

Kiri tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and crosses his arms.  “I’m thinking not.  Last time I let down my guard you got those good combos in.”  You stare in stunned silence, sitting up so you’re supported by your elbows.  Kiri shifts slightly and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s backing up to… get a better view.   

“Is that any way to treat your student,  Red Riot?”  You know you get under his skin when he clicks his tongue against his teeth and holds out a hand with a begrudging eye roll.  He pulls you up with ease, quickly enough that you almost lose your balance, swaying into his space.  You look up, eyes moving back and forth between his.  

He draws in a breath and drags his bottom lip between his teeth.  “First of all,” he says as he places his hands on your upper arms, “I’m not your teacher.  I’m not that much older than you.  Secondly,” he mutters as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “our relationship isn’t that formal is it?”  He’s so fucking close.  This is getting dangerous.  Dangerous because Kiri is within kissing distance.  Dangerous because this gentle side of him is making you lose more breath than falling on your ass.  Dangerous because the thought of Kiri taking you on the floor right now is almost too much to bear.  

So you fall back on what you’re here to do.  Fight.  You flash him a wicked smile before rallying your quirk and teleporting a few feet away.  His hand is still raised in mid-air and when his head whips to look in your direction, his crimson eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared.  He laughs and rolls his neck, dancing on his toes.

“Okay.  I see.  I’m not gonna go easy on you, you know?”  You snort and put your fists up in front of you again.

“As if you were going easy on me before, Kiri.  Bring it on.”  He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth enough to make your thoughts swerve again before you bring them under control.  “Bring it on,” you whisper more to yourself as you brace for the fight.

Two hours later, you feel the strain in your muscles.  Your quirk is running low on reserves and you know you won’t be able to use it much more.  Kiri looks like he hasn’t wasted a breath but you can see he’s getting tired in the way his feet don’t move as sharply.  And if the length of time he’s using his quirk is any indication to his state of mind, you know the two of you will be calling it a day soon.  But you’re also both stubborn.  And you’re dying to get one more good move in on him.

The cockiness the two of you had at the beginning of the sparring session hasn’t gone away but has burned hot into determination.  No more smiles, only clear-headed concentration.  The two of you are an arm's length from each other, throwing various punches and switching quickly between using your quirks and not.  You’re breathing hard, sweat gathering at your brow as you throw another right hook that Kiri easily blocks.

“Get out of your head.  You can be too predictable sometimes.”  He doesn’t mean for it to come across as rude but the words strike a match to a guttering fire.  You bare your own teeth at Kiri even though they aren’t sharp and probably don’t look nearly as threatening but it helps you feel powerful nonetheless.  You drop without a second thought, lowering to your palms and sweeping your leg out in front of you in a wide arc.  A grin spreads across your face when your calf meets Kiri’s ankle.  He’s too physically dense for this move to work if he had seen it coming.  But he doesn’t.  And his solid 220 pounds of muscle falls hard.  

You allow yourself the satisfaction of the moment for only a split second; Kiri’s recovery time is much shorter than yours so it isn’t long before he’s scrambling forward.  He goes straight for your wrists to subdue you but with a smirk, you realize in his haste he’s put himself in the perfect position for you to possibly gain the upper hand.  You scoot up away from him just enough to drag his arm forward and swing your legs around his neck.  Then you elevate your hips and lock your core.

It’s over from there as you squeeze with every last ounce of strength left in your body.  It doesn’t take long for him to tap out.  You release as soon as you feel his loose hand tap your arm; he collapses over you and you’re too tired to move away or push him off.  Now his breathing is rough and you feel a surge of pride.  You reach up and place your hand on his head where his bun has come undone; he’s so heavy but it doesn’t feel bad.  In fact, the feel of Kirishima resting his head and upper chest on your stomach is feeling nothing short of good .  He’s still between your legs and suddenly the air is crackling with a new kind of energy when you gently comb your fingers through his hair.

He rises up, his hands on either side of you.  His hips rest between your legs; the mingled heat radiating from both of you is almost more than you can take but there is no way you’re going to move anywhere.  He leans forward, so close you can see the flecks of burnt orange in his eyes.  If you moved forward just a little, you could close that space between you.  He leans down more, his mouth right next to the shell of your ear.

“Maybe not always predictable.  You did good today.  Probably some of the best fighting I’ve seen from you so far.  Keep it up.”  He grunts, a shift of his hips allowing the curve of his cock to brush against your clothed sex through his gym shorts.  He stiffens in what you think might be embarrassment.  “Shit, sorry, let me just, uh--”  The stuttering mess he becomes right before your eyes makes something lurch in your chest; you reach for his face without thinking.

“Kiri,” you whisper, rolling your own hips against his.  His cheeks are burning a shade of red almost as vibrant as his hair.  You bring up your other hand, holding his face between them and bringing him down to settle over you once more.  Your lips meet his; he seems to war with himself for just a moment.  A suspended second in time.  But then he gives in, slipping his tongue against yours in a delicious sliding vision of what’s coming.

He reaches between you to slip his hand under your tank top; his hand is big and nearly encompasses your side.  But it’s warm and gentle.  Gentle.  Who would have guessed that Red Riot could be so fucking gentle?  But he is and when his hand moves lower to slide below the hem of your shorts, you give yourself to him with no reservations.  His middle finger passes through the mess of your sex; a hissed breath rattles through his chest as your back arches on a ragged groan.

“ Shit.  You’re so wet .”  He slides his finger back and forth, gathering your slick on the thick digit.  He takes his hand away and you mewl.  “Can I?”  He asks breathlessly as he hooks his hands on the hem of your shorts.  You nod, eyes half-lidded.  He pulls them down along with your underwear and the way he looks at you, at what’s between your legs, you don’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious.  Adoration.  It’s the only word you can think of and it makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake waiting so long.

He’s on his knees when he takes your legs and drapes them on either side of his hips; this time he doesn’t hesitate in slipping his finger into your cunt.  You nearly see stars just from that and if one finger is any indication, you’re in for it.  Slowly, he adds another, his hand pumping into you in a steady rhythm.  You’re grabbing for the ground, grabbing for him as a strangled noise pushes from your throat.  He reaches out with his other hand to splay it across your sternum and it’s the only thing anchoring you as he adds the third finger before scooting down to put his mouth on your clit.

“ Kiri,” you keen, shoving your hips into his touch, frantically scrabbling for his wrist that’s on your chest just to have something to hold on to.  He’s done this before, he’s had to.  He’s too good.  Too fucking good.  Already there’s coiling in your gut as incomprehensible words tumble from your mouth.  “Shit.  Shit.  Kiri I’m--I’m gonna--”  He rumbles approvingly against your clit; the vibrations send you closer and closer to the edge and when it crests, your back arches near pain as you cry out, your voice echoing in the gym.  It’s deep, roaring through all of your limbs but  Kiri keeps going, fingers still pumping, tongue still swirling around your sensitive nub.

Another orgasm breaks over you sharp and quick and the overstimulation has your legs quaking as your arousal gushes over Kiri’s hand and tongue.  But then he’s moving again, and you’re blearily aware that he’s shoving his own shorts and boxers past his hips to free his cock.  You stare as it bounces back to sit near the planes of his stomach; it’s already leaking steadily with precum.  Kiri looks back at you and when your eyes meet, you dart your tongue out between your lips to wet them.  Another time, maybe.  

Kiri leans forward to lift you up and the closer you get you can barely see any red in his eyes; his pupils are blown, his nostrils flared as he lifts you like you weigh nothing .  He could snap you like a twig.  But he won’t.  You know without a doubt this is the safest you’ve ever felt, even as he lowers you slowly over his cock and it does feel like you’re being split .

“ Fuuuck…”  You wrap your legs around him, your mouth dropped open, your hands gripping his shoulders.  You try not to dig your nails in but it’s almost impossible with how you’re being filled.  You knew Kiri was big but this was almost too much.  His forehead drops to yours as he pants.  But he’s not moving, won’t move until you tell him to.  It makes your heart ache and your cunt floods, drunk on the affection thrumming through your veins.  You roll your hips experimentally and the friction is bliss.  “Oh fuck, ohfuck.”  You move again, pushing yourself up and back down, listening to the hitch in his breathing.  “ Kiri, please, ” you whisper.  Those words… they’re enough.

Kirishima grips you by the hips, his fingers splayed and digging into the flesh; it’ll leave bruises and the knowledge cracks through you like electricity.  Let him leave marks.  Let him leave them everywhere.  He’s moving you up and down his cock, grunting, mumbling.  “Tell me, Kiri, tell me.”  His eyes meet yours again and his own mouth drops open.

“Fuck, you’re so good.  S’ tight.  Jesus, I-- ” Kiri moves his hands from your hips to support you as he lays you down on the floor of the gym.  The idea should be questionable but it’s not, it’s fucking not and you can’t concentrate on any other thoughts when Kiri grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head with one hand while the other comes back to your hip.  He thrusts into you at a brutal pace but… it feels like home and you think in that moment as your cunt begins to seize around his cock that you would give up forever to continue touching him.

“Yes, Kiri, yes.  Right there, right--shit yesyes yes. ”  He pistons up, the veins of his cock rubbing just right and when he releases the grip on your hands, they’re moving to wrap around him on instinct.  He’s planting kisses along your jaw, mouthing up to your lips and back down to graze his teeth over your pulse point.  “Do it, fuckin’ do it, let them know ‘m yours, ” you slur and when he bites down you crash over the edge on a groan that’s really more of a scream.  Everything goes black but you're cradling him to you as his movements become more erratic.  The snapping of his hips is getting sloppier by the second and a steady growl punches from his lungs with each breath.  “Cum, Kirishima, cum inside me.”

He’s never heard those words before and it lights a fire in his veins.  His head is buzzing and then he can’t hear anything as his cock releases and he’s spurting searing hot ropes of cum into your cunt.  He goes until you’ve milked every last drop from him and he’d be lying if he said his world didn't suddenly feel whole.  Finally, his body settles and his chest drops to yours.  Everything slowly bleeds back into focus and somehow, everything seems more colorful than it did moments before.  You’re still clinging to him.

“Kiri.  Kiri, babe, I can’t breathe,” you say and he slowly rises, taking in your blissed-out expression.  Your eyes can barely stay open, your cheeks are flushed.  He backs up to see his handiwork on display, hyper-focused on the trail of the mingling cum dripping from the mess of your sex.  But you’re smiling.  Lazy and tired, completely at ease.  “Wanna take a shower?”  When you nod he doesn’t hesitate in standing to kick his underwear and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and then he’s grabbing you, scooping you into his arms and against his chest.  He pads out of the gym and across the hall to his bathroom where he deposits you on your feet, only after he’s sure you can stand and only long enough to turn the shower head-on.

He puts his hand under the water, waiting for it to get warm.  Steam billows from behind the glass door when he’s turning back to you to remove your tank top and your sports bra.  Thank god you chose the front-closure one today; you didn’t think either one of you wanted to struggle to get one up over your head right now.  When your breasts spill out of the high-impact fabric, you notice with tender amusement that his cock is half-hard again.  His eyes go dark again and he leans in for a kiss.  But it's slow and sweet. 

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers.  He ignores his arousal, ushering you into the stream of water.  Your care is the only thing that matters to him right now.  The heat slides across your body, and when Kirishima steps up behind you and begins soaping up your shoulders, it feels like heaven .

You take turns washing each other until you’re both blissed out in a different kind of way and the only thing either one of you can think about is sleep.  But the afterglow is fading and doubt is creeping in.  When you step out of the water, you stand awkwardly as Kiri hands you a towel.  “You okay?”  He’s actually concerned and you can’t put your finger on why you’re so fucking grateful for it.

“Yea, just tired.  I should, uh, probably get going.”  Kiri freezes and you think you’ve said something wrong, already crossed a line.  Your brain is like a broken record as the stomach-curdling image of having to see him at the agency flashes across your eyes in vivid detail.  But then he’s stepping into your space and pulling you in for a hug.  A hug.

“Don’t go,” he whispers into the crown of your head and it has you smiling like an idiot against his chest.  His skin smells clean and warm with a hint of spice.  You bury your face further in as you nod against him.  Then he’s leading you to his room, to the king-sized bed.  He peels back the comforter and the white sheets and pulls you in beside him.  Your back is against him and he hooks his foot around your ankles, bringing you even closer.  

He doesn’t say anything more, just lets out a huge sigh as he wraps his arm around you.  The last thing you notice before your eyes flutter shut is how your heartbeats are thumping at the same steady rhythm.  

Late afternoon sunlight slants in Kirishima’s bedroom window, creating interesting patterns across his blanket.  It’s pushed towards the end of the bed, your legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets.  He’s still dozing, his breathing not quite that of someone sleeping but not of a person fully awake.  You reach out to cup his cheek, stroke above his eyebrows, caress his lips with your thumb.  A contented sigh leaves his chest as he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist.  His eyes are open now and he watches you.  You smile at him, snuggling closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Hey,” he says quietly, suddenly serious.  “I just want you to know, I don’t do this all the time.  I mean, I’ve been with other people before but I don’t…  I don’t really hook up .”  Things start clicking into place as you realize what he’s trying to get across.  He just fucked you stupid in his personal gym and somehow he looks bashful.  And because you love it, you’re not going to help him along.  You just watch, biting your lip to keep from giggling.  “I just.  I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you.  I’ve liked you for a long time.  And normally I would have wined and dined you first but...  Well.  Here we are.  Would you like to stay for dinner?”

That’s the last straw; your laughter comes bubbling out of you and Kiri is leaning back to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face.  “Is something funny?”  That just makes you laugh a little harder but the confused look he’s wearing has you leaning in to press your lips against his.

“I’ve liked you from the first day I met you, Kiri.  I’ll one-up your offer and tell you that I might like to stay forever.”  A grin rips across his face and your heart blooms with warmth and affection.  The world seems full of possibilities but none of them matter except for the possibility laying right in front of you.

[weird-dere-fics]

Bakugou x reader angst

Dere from after she wrote this little drabble here 👋🏾

This went from the little bit of context for an idea that appeared in my dream to just expanding upon it and making it into a full on (sad boi) drabble,

Warning: uh the implications of what was gonna be a sexual nature of the situation now that I’m actually awake and thinking it about it are kinda bad so be weary of that. It’s only mentioned briefly and I honestly kinda just cut the whole smut idea of fucking a ghost out of it for the angst instead.

Maybe one day I’ll make an alternate version where that does happen but it isn’t bad. Maybe.

This drabble refers to the reader using she/her pronouns and also goes into 2nd person POV (referring to reader as “you”).

Tis be below 👇🏾

Sorry in advance hskxhdkdhsodh

Just got up from a nap.

On the tail end of that nap I had a short dream where I wrote an angst/smut fic???

Basically, it was ghost pro hero bakugou (who had died) lingering around widow reader. Not sure if he realized he was dead or not, but either way he was tired of being ignored and wanted readers attention.

He goes into like ghost rage and kinda destroys the house. Reader is understandably confused and somewhat frightened. All she can do is stand there and watch it happen, tears streaming down her face.

Katsuki ends up either throwing reader onto the ground or bends her over some counter/table/whatever, boutta fuck ‘er. And wherever she lands happens to have some picture of him. Sitting there.

All fear leaves her body when she locks eyes with the Katsuki in the picture her eyes wide. She had become completely uncaring of all of the weight on top of her. Those wide eyes slowly narrow as her lashes gather with more tears, a pitiful croak of his name leaving her lips.

That croak makes him freeze. Slowly he begins to realize what he’s done as he sits straddling you, almost in shock, watching the way your body trembles with your quiet sobs.

You feel a weight lift off of you as he gets up and steps back, eyes wide, scared, hand covering his mouth.

He was…

Was he about to hurt you?

What the hell was wrong with him?

As his mind reels he watches you slowly reach for the picture in question.

A part of you just wants to pull it into your chest, curl into yourself, and just sob to yourself wishing you could hold him like he was alive again.

But instead, you stay where you are, you settle for just caressing his face in the picture with your thumb, sniffling.

“You just don’t know how much I miss you…”

His brows furrow in confusion as his hand slowly comes down from his face.

You missed him? He had been around you for months trying to get you to notice him. For some reason your relationship just hadn’t been the same.

He couldn’t for the life of him understand what it was he did to piss you off so bad you acted like he didn’t exist.

How… How could you say you missed him?

He supposed he did see you crying before. Sometimes he left you alone and sometimes he comforted you physically.

Even if you were pissed, he was there for you, like always.

Unless…

Unless….?

Unless what?

As much as he tried he couldn’t get his brain to wrap around any solid idea.

He begins to pace slowly, leaving you to your devices.

He’s looking around trying to make sense of this mystery until his eyes catch on a fancy white font printed on a black card.

‘Katsuki Bakugou Memorial Service’