#all of my pictures of her they’re holding one of our cats

[irradiated-cutie]

Happy bday to my beloved fiancé she’s 26 today and I love every year him and I have been together 🩷💜🩵

#shut up jayme #this is the love of my life #all of my pictures of her they’re holding one of our cats

[asbealthgn]

(i am not immune to peer pressure so here's a continuation. part one here)

It’s so rare that Steve meets anyone nice anymore.

It’s just hard to find people. Dating apps suck, and ever since Robin and Nancy got together, they hardly ever want to go to bars together. And what’s he supposed to do, just drink alone and hope he stumbles across someone? 

Well, that’s exactly what happened today, sans drinking. He was heading for the bus stop, a tiny bit lost but he had a map and was pretty sure he could figure it out. He realizes he’s a tiny bit directionally challenged, and he’s still relatively new in town, and Robin and Nancy just moved to a new place, so it all came together to mean that getting there would take some puzzling out. All the same, he was prepared to figure it out on his own right up until he saw the super hot guy sitting at the bus stop and figured a little help couldn’t hurt.

And that’s how Steve ended up with an unexpected date (sort of) to Robin and Nancy’s baby shower (not a real baby shower).

Robin answers the door and smiles, then does a double take when she sees Eddie. Whoops, Steve probably should have texted her that he was bringing someone. He’d gotten a little caught up in the moment.

“Hey, hope you don’t mind I brought a plus one,” Steve says, hugging her before walking inside. Eddie follows him.

“No, no, that’s fine,” Robin says, voice a little strange as they take their shoes off and she shuts the door. “We’re all in the living room.”

They follow her through the kitchen and into the living room where half a dozen calico kittens and several adults are on the floor.

“Oh my God, they’re adorable,” Eddie says, leaving Steve’s side to get down next to the kittens. Steve gets a huge smile watching him. Fuck, he’s super hot and he’s now holding a tiny kitten, cooing at it? Steve might just get on one knee right now. Or both knees. Honestly, either one works.

If he were paying more attention to literally anything other than Eddie, Steve would notice that nearly everyone else in the room is also staring at Eddie. The only exception to that is El, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor with the mama cat in her lap, both watching the kittens with the same wide-eyed intensity.

There’s a tap on Steve’s shoulder, and he turns to look at Robin. “Can we talk for a sec?” she asks, voice still odd.

“Yeah,” he says and follows her back into the kitchen.

She crosses her arms and leans back against the counter. “So are you gonna tell me what Eddie Munson is doing in our living room?”

“Oh, have you already met him?” Steve asks.

Her eyes widen. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Uh. Yes?”

“Steve, that’s Eddie Munson,” she says, “From Corroded Coffin?”

“From what?” he asks, though as she says, it does sound a tiny bit familiar. 

“Corroded Coffin?” she says, “It’s that band the kids love. Along with like half of America if they’re not completely scandalized by them.”

“So what, you’re trying to tell me Eddie’s famous?” Steve asks. Robin nods. “Hold on, this isn’t like Paul all over again, is it?” Paul was a guy Steve briefly dated a few years ago, and Robin had somehow convinced Steve that he was an Olympic athlete. In his defense, she had mocked up some seriously convincing news articles.

But Robin is shaking her head. “No, I’m serious this time,” she says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. After a second she turns it around to show him the Google results for Eddie Munson. There are a lot of red carpets and pictures of him onstage. And damn, Eddie seriously is so hot.

“Alright, well, you definitely didn’t have time to photoshop these,” Steve mutters. Robin nods, patting him on the shoulder. How did he accidentally bring a famous guy over?

Just then, Eddie comes into the kitchen, a kitten in his hands. 

“Stevie, look at her,” he says, holding the kitten up.

Stevie? Robin mouths. Steve kicks her as he reaches out to scratch under the kitten’s chin. It mews at him.

“I asked Nancy—she’s terrifying, by the way,” Eddie adds to Robin, “And she said I can keep her.” He lifts the kitten to his face and it purrs as it rubs its cheek against Eddie’s. Steve is actually going to combust.

“Alright, well, I’m heading back in,” Robin says, voice back to that strained quality as she escapes the kitchen. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice, too busy whispering praise to the kitten.

Steve scratches under its chin again and it purrs at him. “What’re you gonna name her?” he asks.

“Don’t know yet,” Eddie says, “Isn’t she per—oh, hold on.” His phone is ringing, so he moves the kitten to one hand as he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Hey Gar….Yeah, ‘cause you abandoned me….No, I’m in Japantown getting a kitten….No, that’s not a euphemism….Listen, I’m kinda busy, I’ll call you later, alright?…Yeah, see you, man.”

While he was talking, the kitten clawed its way up Eddie’s shirt and into his hair. “What’re you doing in there, sweet girl?” he asks, tucking his phone back into his pocket and reaching for the kitten. It’s gotten very tangled in his curls, though, and apparently really likes being there. 

“Lemme help you,” Steve says, stepping closer to Eddie and extricating the kitten. Eddie’s hair is very soft. Good to know. “Here you go,” he says, holding the kitten out for him.

“One sec,” Eddie says. He ties his hair up quickly (also hot, fuck) before taking the kitten back. He boops noses with it. “Such a mischievous little girl.” 

“Well, can you blame her?” Steve asks. He brushes a loose curl behind Eddie’s ear. “Your hair seems like a nice place to be.”

Eddie smiles at him, a dimple appearing on his cheek. “I’ll be honest, Stevie,” he says, voice getting a little lower as he moves closer, boxing Steve against the counter. “At first I just came along because you’re gorgeous, but I think I’ve fallen in love.” He holds up the kitten in one hand.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Steve asks, feeling his face heat. 

“‘Course I do, big boy,” Eddie says, leaning closer and putting his free hand on the counter by Steve’s hip.

Maybe this is stupid and way too forward, but Eddie is so dreamy with his eyes and his dimple and his hair and the kitten in his hand, so Steve leans in and kisses him. It’s a little relieving when Eddie kisses him back, free hand lifting to his hair while Steve wraps his arms around his waist.

Steve doesn’t notice the front door opening or a new group of people that includes Dustin Henderson coming inside. He doesn’t notice them entering the kitchen and freezing as they take in the scene.

That is, not until Dustin shouts, “Holy shit, is that Eddie Munson?”

tagging a few people who asked for a continuation/asked to be tagged (sorry if i missed anyone!): @nburkhardt @stargyles @csinnamon-fox @manda-panda-monium @silly-jellyghoty @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @starquirk

edit to add that this ficlet is complete and the last part is here

#gareth after finally coming to pick up eddie: oh my god that wasn't a euphemism?? #meanwhile eddie is just sitting there grinning like an idiot holding a kitten in one hand and steve's hand in the other #okay also everyone's tags on the last one were amazing #i wish i could have stolen all of your ideas but they did not all fit together #unfortunately #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet

[foldingfittedsheets]

At this point in our relationship my betrothed is well versed in my compulsive need to help animals. It wasn’t part of their upbringing but it was a huge part of mine. So now whether it’s lost dogs or injured birds they know that for me it’s not a matter of convenience, it’s just the only possible option.

My most notable rescue took place during one of the least opportune times. We were watching a friends boxer puppy, Bella. The dog was dumber than a box of rocks and I took deep offense that at six months old she still didn’t know her own name. My betrothed and I were working with her on that as well as leash manners, so we walked her frequently.

On our way home from a walk I looked across the street and saw a cat. My betrothed didn’t need to ask, it was simply a given that faced with a cat I’d go say hello, so they waited with Bella as I crossed the road.

As I approached the cat several things caught my attention. The first was that he wasn’t wearing a collar. The second was that his coat was greasy and disheveled- this was not a cat that was thriving if he didn’t have energy to groom. The third thing was that he was way too skinny, with bones jutting out from his shabby coat.

The fourth thing I noticed was that this cat was a purebred Bengal.

Now, I understand that it’s suspect to identify cats as bengals. Many people see tabbies and call them bengals. But as a teenager I became obsessed with these cats and went on a hyper obsessive deep dive. I spent hours reading about them, looking at pictures, and dreaming about Bengal cats.

The cat in front of me had unmistakable rosettes, the narrow frame, piercing eyes, and from a very rough estimation probably cost thousands of dollars. There was no world in which he should be wandering my neighborhood with no collar and his ribs jutting out.

Which all led me to one conclusion. He was lost.

The second I realized that it was over. It wasn’t a matter of thinking the situation through it was a simple conclusion: he was lost so I would help him by any means necessary.

This sweet cat showed he was friendly and trotted right over to greet me. I pet him and tentatively went for a lift. He did not care for that. Suddenly we were tussling, and it was instantly clear to me that he was going to stay lost if I couldn’t restrain him, so we pitted all our wiles against each other and at one point I had him agonizingly by just a toe but I refused to let go and finally I had him in my arms, one hand scruffing him and the other supporting his weight.

That’s when I noticed a couple things. There was blood dripping down my elbow. Across the street Bella was going crazy barking and pulling toward me and the cat. And my betrothed was giving me an agonized look.

Without a word they started power walking Bella back to our house. I followed at a slower pace, keeping my grip on this poor lost cat.

It was a warm summer afternoon and several neighbors were out chatting. They saw the circus parade of my betrothed dragging a yelping puppy and me following holding a screaming cat.

Oh yeah. So I forgot to mention. Bengals are not normal cats. They’re bred back with a wild cat and their vocalizations are on a completely different level. The cat in my arms wasn’t meowing or yowling. Instead he was making one long continuous eldritch wailing, oscillating in rage and distress.

My neighbors saw this, me, stonefaced carrying a cat who was casting evil spells with his voice, blood dripping down my arm, while a puppy frantically fought my betrothed to reach us, and they laughed.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more offended that no one offered any assistance, but it was fine. I knew I could count on my betrothed. I slowed my steps slightly again when I saw my betrothed round our corner. I knew they would kennel the puppy and bring a cat crate for me.

Sure enough, I rounded the corner and they had our door open, crate at the ready. I popped the Bengal into the carrier and we shut him into the bathroom.

Then I looked at my shaking, bloody hand. He’s scraped his back claws up me and it wasn’t deep but I was bleeding heavily. Then I looked at my betrothed and started to cry.

They held me while I had a panic attack and helped me thoroughly peroxide my cuts.

“That was so brave, weren’t you scared to grab him?” they asked me.

Truly, no. I think to be brave or scared you need to actually conceptualize what you’re doing and I hadn’t. I saw a cat that needed help, and then there wasn’t options, I just acted.

They asked what my plan was and I didn’t have one. Where would we put him, in a home with three other cats and a puppy? I don’t know. I just grabbed him.

We ended up calling a friend who’s special interest is dog rescue. She brought her chip reader and a huge dog crate we could keep him in overnight with a disposable little box, food, and water.

He’d been summoning demons behind the bathroom door the whole time, making sounds previously confined to various netherworlds but she bravely uncaged him to read if he had a chip. No, to my surprise. It also turned out he was a love machine despite the ghastly sounds.

We loved on him and gave him small portions of food every fifteen minutes so he didn’t eat himself sick.

The next day we brought him to the local pet rescue, after I called ahead to warn them I was bringing in a Bengal. The lady had a very blasé attitude about this claim, clearly used to people claiming every lost tabby was a rare cat breed.

When she pulled him out of the crate she exclaimed, “Oh my god, it is a Bengal!”

“That’s what I promised. One whole ass Bengal.”

We said our goodbyes to the sweet man, and the posted him on the website as a found pet. He was picked up by his family two days later. I’ll never know how he escaped but I’m certain his family was so grateful to have him returned.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #cat rescue #Bengal #I do dumb shit sometimes #story #writing

[spiderlandry]

HII! congrats on 100+ followers!!!

do you think you could write a jackie taylor x reader?

reader listens to jackie talk about their future together (schools, jobs, marriage and everything) just nodding along with her and admiring her in either one of their rooms

cuddles pls and messing with her fingers and forehead touches pls!

lots of fluff! (maybe some angst with the whole marriage topic, considering it was 1996? or not, whichever, tyty:))

thank you sm!!! :) <3

thanks anon! this request made me kinda blush i love the physical intimacy it’s so cute. we need more jackie fics and im happy to deliver (hopefully you like it!) no pronouns used for reader, but they do discuss the marriage topic

100 follower event

warnings: fluff! and implied discussions of being unable to get married (ambiguous reasons but can be interpreted as same-sex marriage not being recognized by the law at the time)

looking out for you — jackie taylor

A soft thud hits your back, eliciting a laugh out of you. You look up to see the culprit on the other side of her bed, Jackie, with a pillow in her hands.

“Did you just hit me with a pillow?” You grin, mirroring her smile.

She shrugs, doing it again.

“Hey!” You sit up properly to try and grab it out of her grasp, but you end up in a position you’d found yourself time and time again with her. She cages you in between her arms, getting you to lay on her while she throws the pillow across the room.

“Is this your way of asking me to cuddle?” You ask, already reciprocating her embrace.

“Mhm,” She hums.

“You’ve been quiet,” You whisper, pushing her hair out of her face. “What’s on your mind?”

“College,” she replies with a faraway look, but her stare is almost intense, as if she’s viewing the future through your eyes. (She is.) “I’m not forcing you to go to Rutgers, am I?”

The way her voice tapers off melts your heart. “You know I’ll go to the ends of the Earth for you, right?”

You know she was always the kind of person to be sure of herself—one of the reasons you fell deeply in love with the girl. But lately, as the future closes in, she’s been plagued with second thoughts ever since they lost Nationals and she had a fight with her best friend, Shauna, that almost ended their ten-year long friendship.

You pull away from the embrace, lying down completely on the bed when you signal for her to do the same. Both your eyes are on the ceiling.

“Talk to me,” You take her hand, intertwining it with your own.

“I am talking to you.”

“Okay, smartass,” you chuckle. “Tell me if everything you told me before Nationals.”

She remembers that night, ditching the party early to go home and spend the rest of the night in your arms while she tells you the ways you fit perfectly into her future life, then deeming it ‘our future,’ rather than hers alone.

“Well, she begins with a sigh. “You’re coming to Rutgers with me. We’ll do roadtrip with all our stuff packed into my mom’s minivan.”

You hum, nodding for her to continue.

“We’re both gonna work and get our own place by the second year, and it’s gonna have a cute theme, and there’s gonna be pictures of us on the wall to make people jealous.”

You laugh, “Who’s gonna come over to our place?”

“Our friends, of course. The team could visit.”

You begin playing with her hand, fiddling with the promise ring you’d given her junior year.

“We can go to college parties, and you’ll protect me from anyone who hits on me,” She giggles. “Obviously, we’re gonna study together. Hold each other accountable, right?”

“Right.” You bob your head, turning to admire her side profile.

“Then we’re gonna get a dog. Then a cat. Then we’ll make sure they’re friends.”

“Mhm.”

She can feel your stare, so she looks back. "What?" She chuckles.

"Nothing," You mutter. "You're just beautiful."

She grins wide, fully turning her body to the side so she can scoot closer to you. "You're a sap."

You look smug, "But you love it."

"I do," She puts a hand on your jaw, a soft touch that never gets old. At her own words, she is reminded of another thing. "We've never talked about getting married, have we?"

You don't miss the way her tone drops a little. "We haven't," you shake your head. "But you know I'll do anything for you. I'll marry you no matter what it takes."

Her eyes become glassy, and you press your forehead to hers.

"You wanna get married?" Her voice almost a whisper, you can feel her breath on your lips.

"I gave you the promise ring for a reason, Jackie." You say, a little more serious this time. "I'll make it happen. For both of us. And I know you're gonna look fucking amazing, and I'll cry when I see you in the dress."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I should be asking that question."

Becoming more comfortable, snuggling into her, you both fall asleep and dream of your future.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie yellowjackets

[pommpuriinn]

˖ 𖥻 사랑해- 🪐 TO DO EP.128 LEAVING NEVERLAND TO GO TO EVERLAND PART 1 AND 2

.˚ *꒰ঌsynopsis໒꒱ * ˚. It’s tubatu’s lucky day! They finally go to the famous Everland and meet the superstar herself Fu Bao the panda. Along with eating amusement park food and riding rides all day.

.˚ *꒰ঌauthor’s note໒꒱ * ˚. thank you for 204 followers! I appreciate you guys liking my work and I hope you enjoy this one

outfit | makeup | hair | nails

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “I’m so excited~” Joohyung squealed with excitement. “Noona has never really experienced the whole Everland experience.” Yeonjun told the staff. “Well it’s everyone lucky day because you guys can do whatever you want including enjoying the food, but of course you need money so-“ the staff member pulled out the company card. All the members gasped at the sight. “Is it a black card?” Taehyun joked around.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ the group started walking and talking about how it’s been so long since the last time they came or have some didn’t even ride the rides before. “Are the rides scary?” Joohyung asked Beomgyu who was holding her hand inside his sweater pocket. “Many aren’t.” He tired reassuring her. “Don’t worry Joohyung-ah they aren’t that scary.” Soobin chimed in. “Ok~” she mumbled with a pout (cue the baby noise the editors like to use). 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ they headed to the gift shop before anything to get deck out in Fu Bao merch, well mostly Yeonjun. He wanted to make a good impression on the princess herself. On the other hand Joohyung cooed at how cute Kai was being as he mimicked a red panda with his cute headband. “Kai let’s match.” Joohyung said, while getting the same hat and ears as him.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Joohyung lightly gasped at the sight of Taehyun, “why are the babies so cute today.” Taehyun was wearing the brown hood with ears. Truly looking like a squirrel which warmed Joohyung’s heart with cuteness. The group quickly took pictures before heading to meet Fu Bao.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Joohyung laughed at Yeonjun’s giddiness while they were heading to the panda building just before seeing the main event. The building was covered in panda photos and facts. “Wow, they really love their pandas.” Joohyung looked all around while sitting on the couch in the middle. “Noona look up.” Joohyung listened to Kai. “Woah you look a cute cat~” Kai giggled at the photo.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “oh my god, oh my god!” Joohyung whispered yelled as they made their way to actual see Fu Bao. “She’s so big and cute.” Joohyung followed the boys and pulled out her phone to take her own pictures, but she accidentally pulled out her iPhone instead of her Samsung from her shoulder bag. “Oh shit.” Everyone looked at her in shocked. “I’m sorry.” Joohyung tried holding in her laughter. “You disrespected her.” Beomgyu was pretending to be offended at Joohyung. “I’m sorry Fu Bao.” She gave the panda a small bow.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Joohyung was must excited to go on the Safari World tour. She sat in between Kai and Beomgyu waiting to enjoy the little tour. First it was the Korean tigers, lions, and bengal tigers. “Oh. My. God. They’re so cute!” Joohyung wanted to just go out and lay with them. “This one looks like noona.” Soobin pointed at the tiger that was sunbathing on a rock. “I literally have a picture of noona sunbathing exactly like that, but on our couch.” Taehyun giggled.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ next were the bears, “so cute~ I just want to pat their chubby butts.” Joohyung looked out the window with big eyes. “Look they’re playing.” Joohyung pointed at the two brother bears play fighting.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ after the fascinating safari tour the members immediately headed to the food stand and started deciding on what they wanted. It was they’re first meal of the day so they went a bit crazy, but who can blame them they woke up so early just to get to experience certain things without lots of people around or following them. They went behind a building to enjoy their food and drinks and as they were munching away Soobin did a quick head count and realized Joohyung wasn’t standing with them. “Where’s Joohyung?” The members eyes widened, but the panic quickly dissolve when they spotted Joohyung sitting on the floor back against the building eating her churro with her sweet tea in the other hand. “Ya you scared us!” Soobin playfully scolded her. “Sorry I just wanted to sit down and eat.” She smiled at Soobin.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “I hope the director gets wet.” Yeonjun teased. “Don’t say that because then we’re going to get wet.” Joohyung chuckled, as she was sitting next to him on the Amazon Express water ride. It wasn’t long until karma got Yeonjun and unfortunately got Beomgyu too both getting a bit wet with the splash. “See I told you. You dummy!” Joohyung yelled while holding her glasses in place, scared that they might fall off her face. Water splashed on Joohyung causing her glasses and short bangs to get a bit wet. “Ah!” She screamed in shock.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “noona your bangs.” Yeonjun laughed at the sight of pouty Joohyung. “Here let me help you.” Yeonjun ruffled her bangs trying to fix them. “Thank you.” She mumbled, as she wiped the water drops off her glasses.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ again Joohyung went by Beomgyu’s side and hugged his left arm while hearing the members discuss about a roller coaster they want to go on. Soon they were met by a spinning coaster which was very intimidating to not only Joohyung but Kai too. “Let’s just start with Rolling X Train.” Yeonjun led the way.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “don’t worry we have each other.” Joohyung sat next to Kai which they couldn’t decide if it was a good idea seating the two scary cats together or not. Joohyung intertwine her hand with Kai’s. The ride started and Joohyung let out a small whimpered. “It’s ok noona just hold my hand tight.” Even though Kai was scared he just put on a brave face for Joohyung. As soon as the ride went down on the drop Joohyung started screaming with her head down, and bringing her and Kai’s hands to her head squeezing his hand. Both of their souls left their body as the ride slowly went back to the start.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Yeonjun, Soobin, and Taehyun went on a different spinning ride which Beomgyu, Joohyung, and Kai opt out on for obvious reasons. “They’re crazy.” Joohyung shook her head ‘no’ while staring at them. Kai kept on taking pictures of them which he captured a scared looking Yeonjun who was sideways. “Why does he look like that!” Joohyung laughed at the photos.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ they made their way back to the first spinning ride still deciding if they wanted to go on it. “I’ll ride it.” Yeonjun said, while taking off his little Fu Bao backpack. Soobin soon agreed to go with Yeonjun who still looked a bit hesitant. “I’ll go too hyung.” Kai rised his hand. “You’re so brave.” Joohyung gave Kai a comforting hug before staying with Beomgyu and Taehyun. Right when the ride started moving Joohyung Kai sighed probably asking ‘how did I get here?’. “Aw Kai looks so nervous.” Joohyung rested her cheek on Beomgyu’s arm, as she watched Kai. “Ya, I can only hear Yeonjun’s screams.” The three laughed at Yeonjun’s screams, as the ride turned back and forth.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ it comes with a surprise that Joohyung actually enjoys riding the Viking than roller coasters. Kai hates this one. So he sat in between Joohyung and Yeonjun who at first were having fun then they two hugged Kai for comfort throughout the whole ride. “I was squeezing noona’s arm.” Kai said, as they got off the ride. “I saw you pulled her down with you.” Soobin teased, as they walked. “Kai are you okay?” Beomgyu asked, looking back at him. “Kai wanted to die.” Taehyun laughed. “Leave my baby alone.” Joohyung gently punched Taehyun’s arm, making everyone smile at her protectiveness of Kai.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “it’s time to rest.” Joohyung stretched her arms out on the table of an empty little dinning room they went into. The members all laid their heads down and close their eyes trying to gain their energy back with a quick power nap. Well it wasn’t really a nap but at least they closed their eyes for a second before talking about their favorite parts of the day plus memories of similar experiences they had.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ as Beomgyu was talking Joohyung was watching has he pushing one side of his hair back. “You’re pretty.” Joohyung whispered, causing Beomgyu to looked back at her before getting flustered with her stare. He quickly laid his head back onto her arm so she wouldn’t see his rosy cheeks and ears.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “the cat family was so cute.” Joohyung recalled at how cute they looked sleeping on the rocks. “Oh! I found the picture I was talking about earlier.” Taehyun stopped eating and pulled out his phone to show the camera and the members. “This was when she visited us.” Taehyun let the camera zoom in on his phone. “Please put and side by side comparison.” Yeonjun asked the staff which they gladly did.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ then they started talking about the rides and which one was the most intense one to Yeonjun with all the rides he has ridden before. “How about the one in Las Vegas?” Taehyun asked Yeonjun. “That one was scary. I’m surprised Joohyung even went on it.” The group shared laughs. “Noona was sitting next to a foreigner and they were holding eachother screaming.” Taehyun added. “With fear we became friends during those short moments.” Joohyung laughed at the memory.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “overall we had lots of fun and let’s have more fun in the next-“

“To Do~” the group chants after Joohyung closed them out.



#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc #txt scenarios

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 2, 2018 san diego, california calum

I feel bad for my Uber driver. He’s got some blubbering man crying in his backseat at 7 am on a Tuesday. When he drops me off at the hotel, I tell him thank you through quiet sobs, and I make sure to tip him incredibly well on the app. He didn’t ask any questions, although I’m sure he had plenty. 

I don’t know why I choose Emelia over any of my friends to go to, but I do. I bang on the door to her hotel room until she annoyedly swings it open, her eyes flooded with concern. I don’t wait for her to hug me, instead I just clumsily throw my body against hers and start crying.

I’ve cried more in the past two days than I have in the past five years. 

“What’s going on?” She asks, her voice just barely louder than a whisper. 

“She broke up with me.” Even though they’re true, the words sound like a lie. I don’t even know if Emelia will believe me.

“You’re shitting me,” is how she responds, and I just cry, confirming the truth without words. 

She lets me cry for a few minutes while she processes what I said.

“Cal, I swear, I had no idea that she would do that. I’m sorry.”

I just keep crying.

“Here, come in,” Em says. She opens her hotel room door wider and steps in, pulling me with her. I let her guide me to her bed and she pushes me down by the shoulders to sit. “I’m gonna go get the boys, okay?”

I want to yell after her not to bring Ashton, but I can’t make myself say the words. I hear her banging on doors and then whispering in the hallway, and before I know it, my bandmates and their girlfriends are all streaming into the room. Everyone looks floored and they look at me with immense pity. I hate it.

They all just stare, but KayKay is the first one to break out of the pack, coming over and sitting next to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I let my emotions go again, letting the sadness ooze out of me in hot tears that undoubtedly fall onto Kay’s sweatshirt. She doesn’t say anything, but she just holds me as I cry. 

The room feels deafeningly silent aside from my cries.

I want to be mad again. I want to yell at them all for letting this happen. How could none of us have known? How could none of us have sensed this all happening? I know Orion is to blame for keeping secrets, but Ashton is who I blame overall. He knew. He knew and he didn’t tell me. He’s my best friend. He should have told me.

Even though I want to be mad, all I can feel is the sheer heartbreak. The love of my life… isn’t even mine anymore. She doesn’t want to be mine. I never thought this day would come. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to get married. I figured I’d propose in a year or so, and then once she was out of law school, we would get married.

We’d elope, probably in Spain, but then we’d have an Australian reception and an American one, both still small small, with professional photographers to capture every single second of the elopement and the parties. We’d take pictures in Retiro and celebrate at Space Monkey. We’d watch the sun rise from the park, just the two of us, on our first morning as husband and wife.

Orion and I had talked about all of it. She’d shown me a Pinterest board of engagement rings she’d like. 

We had plans to buy a house on the beach in a few years, once we didn’t need to be close to any college campuses. We wanted to get another dog, and maybe even a few cats. We didn’t want kids, but we did want to rescue as many animals as we had the time, space, and money for. 

None of it matters now. She doesn’t even want to be my girlfriend anymore. 

I never thought there’d be a world without Orion being mine, and here I am, living in that very world. She won’t even be in the world at all once she inevitably dies.

“Cal? Are you okay?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality, and then I realize that I’ve temporarily stopped crying.

“I don’t even know.”

–

5SOS Cancel San Diego Concert!

Everyone’s favorite Aussie band was slated to perform in San Diego tonight as part of their Meet You There world tour, but the band has canceled the show without much explanation, citing a ‘family emergency.’ This is the message they posted to Twitter just a few moments ago.

“San Diego, we’re so sorry to say we won’t be performing tonight. We’ve had a family emergency come up. We promise to come back very soon and we apologize for the inconvenience.

We love you! Xx -Ash, Luke, Mike, and Cal”

Fans are immediately speculating after images were posted of bassist Calum Hood at the beach having an emotional breakdown yesterday afternoon, only to be followed by images of Hood’s long term girlfriend, Orion Moss, doing the same thing at a different beach. Allegedly, Moss was approached by police before fleeing the scene.

Whatever is going on, to say that fans are concerned would be an understatement.

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#5sos #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc

[bunni-v1]

Bunni’s TWST OC!

🍓Hello! I decided to just bite the bullet and post my beloved OC as well as some info on her. Hope you all can enjoy it! I’m putting it under the cut because it’s LONG, and I don’t want anyone who doesn’t want to see it to have to see it. @acornwinter @the-nightingales-song

TW: Mentions of abuse and past trauma (I am so cruel to my OCs)

Intro: Her name is Mitsumi Kozima, she’s from Kyoto, Japan (you know, like on our planet from our world). She’s lived alone since being separated from her aunt at sixteen. She attends a prestigious art academy on a full ride music scholarship, and made a pretty decent but boring life for herself. Thats how she wanted everything to be, at least. When she suddenly gets run over by a horse drawn carriage (IN THE MIDDLE OF KYOTO???) while saving a helpless little kitten, her life gets way more interesting!

Here are References of her (they’re all old, sorry):

Background: She has no memories before showing up at her “aunts” doorstep at the age of eight. She had nothing but the clothes on her back and the heart-shaped locket with a picture of her father in it, and a little note for the woman who would take her in. It’s like she popped into existence all at once. Her “aunt” initially took her in out of the “goodness of her heart”, but Mitsumi quickly learned it was for appearances. Her “cousin” Hirohito had been suffering multiple types of abuse at his aunts hands for years, and did his best to shield her from his mothers wrath, but could only do so much. Mitsumi learned to blend in, not rock the boat, and most importantly do as she was told. She didn’t have many friends, as she had “imaginary friends” at an age where that thing was unacceptable. Despite all this, she remained as cheery as she could be, holding out hope that her real parents were out there somewhere. Hope that they would find her one day. She did not find real freedom until the day her aunt died during a “horrific break in.”

She separated from her cousin shortly after, using the money she was given after her aunt died to move to Kyoto and make a life for herself there. She found freedom in music, and thus dedicated all her time to learning music. She proceeded to learn six other languages, and knows how to play numerous amounts of instruments. Her school calls her a prodigy, she simply believes she’s hard working.

Personality: She’s a bright, quick witted young woman. She’s academically average, except for the subjects she is particularly interested in — such as history and music. Her professors describe her as hungry for knowledge in most cases. Always doing her best to see the best in others, she is easily taken advantage of, but there’s not a single person she doesn’t believe she could befriend. Still, she has a deep sadness in her that she rarely lets show. She craves adventure and adrenaline, but would rather keep to herself if it means she doesn’t have to be hurt by others. She can adjust her outgoingness to whoever she is around, making her easy to get along with — if not a little difficult to wrap your head around. She’s a friend of extroverts and a lover of introverts.

How she is at NRC: Being thrown into a magical world as a magic less human isn’t all that exciting for normal people. However, for Mitsumi who is quite the opportunist, she is thrilled to be here. Magic is something that only exists in fantasy anime where she’s from, but she just saw a fire breathing cat nearly set a magical talking mirror on fire! If that isn’t cool, she doesn’t know what is. Though, she isn’t used to not excelling in her classes, she’s more forgiving since she missed out on more than just a few years of education here. Being transported here woke her inner sense of adventure, and she can’t help but get herself involved in trouble. Can you blame her, everything here is just so darn exciting! She could even see if there’s a way magic can help her find her parents. The heart locket seems to have a reaction to nearby magic use, nearly burning her skin during overblots, so it seems like she has a lead!

Her most important relationships:

-Ace, Deuce, and Grim are her absolute best friends here! They’re like real siblings that she never got to have, and they take care of her better than her aunt ever did. She really would trust these three (tentatively) with her life. (This applies to all the first years, these three are just the most important by name)

-Vil is the closest thing to a positive motherly figure she’s ever had. While he was scary and mean at first, after he warmed up to her, he’s rather caring and sweet. She particularly likes when he invites her over for “tea” (aka. Sleepovers) with him and rook. He does her hair for her, and sometimes will even take her shopping for new clothes. He is the first person she would go to if anyone upset her, honestly.

-If Vil is her mother, Rook is her quirky step-father. Despite the scars she has (from her aunt and the overblots), he constantly reminds her that she is a beauty and should feel as such. He enjoys her time likely more than Vil does, and is a constant positive person in her life.

-Azul is her dearly beloved, deep rooted crush (that no one in her life sees the appeal of). She always found him quite pretty, but seeing his more vulnerable sides made her heart ache for him. She works in the lounge, which means she gets to see him rather frequently. She’s spent many closing shifts chatting with him for hours on end until Jade or Floyd reminds the two of them that it’s getting rather late, and they both have classes early in the morning. He’d never reciprocate her feelings though (so she thinks), so she’s happy keeping things like this. She has no idea how much she drives him crazy.

Mitsumi twst Lore: This shit is nuts and it’s probably not gonna make sense, but I don’t care. I am cringe but I am FREE!!

Okay so, I alluded to the fact that she belongs in twisted wonderland no so subtly more than once, so let’s get into that.

Mitsumi’s father was a human mage named Wen. He was an extremely talented magician who was capable of mastering some of the most difficult spells known to human and fae alike, but preferred to spend his time studying and writing. He was appointed as the queen’s own scholar, and had a board of men and women who worked beneath him to study whatever he liked. He was born during the era of the great war, but unlike his fellow scholars and royals of the castle, he was not afraid of them. No, Wen was fascinated by them. Their culture, biology, magical systems, and anything he could get his hands on. Frequently he ventured outside of his territories bounds to try and find traces of them, but was rarely successful. That was until the fateful day he met his future wife, Hikari.

Hikari — better known as Princess Hikari Draconia of the Valley of Thorns. Much like Wen, she was particularly curious about humans, and would rather study them than practice and master such simple and easy magic (for her). She had a rocky relationship with her mother and sister, and therefore she has a rocky relationship with the court — aside from her lady in waiting, Jingyi Cheng. She had wanted some space from her mothers oppressive eye, when she ran into this young human in the very woods she sought solace in.

The two spoke, and found their similarities to be evidence that human and Fae can live in harmony. That this war was selfish and senseless. So, they met nearly every week since that day. A week turned into a few days, and a few days turned into every day. The two, unwittingly, had fallen in love with each other. However, the war had begun to escalate, casualties rising on both sides and neither ruler seemed to want to listen to reason. Despite this, their love flourished, and they made the decision to have a child. Maybe that would bring the two sides together. It would give the young prince a companion, after all.

This only seemed to make things worse, however, and both sides saw their baby as a monstrosity. There was a price on the young child’s head in both kingdoms. For a number of years then lived in hiding, far away from any people that could possibly hurt them or their child, however their luck would run out. They would be found by Fae soldiers, and to save their child’s life they gave a grave sacrifice.

Hikari — whose own unique magic she was forbidden from using due to its unstable nature — put her child into a deep sleep, only to be woken in a few thousand years, when things had settled. Wen gave the child an enchanted locket to help guide her back to them when she found her way back into their world. Finally, the child’s magic was sealed away within the same locket. Only small bursts of magic would happen when encountering other magic or magical beings in the world. Their child was safe, for now, but the two were captured and cursed. Hikari was locked away in a mirror, memories wiped. Only a draconian could free her from her eternal prison. Wen was cursed with immortality, forced to wonder the world in an aimless search for his lost family — memories of them haunting him for as long as he lived.

Their child was no better, as her luck seemed to be awful… that was, until she arrived back to twisted wonderland.

🍓Aaaaand that’s it! That’s a lot that I crammed into one post, sorry :/ It’s a bit rambly, but if I went into it like I wanted to this post would be endless. If you need clarification, just tell me!

#bunni babbles 🍓 #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #oc art

[mymoodwriting]

5.9k, hybrids, fluff, comfort, attempted assault, mentions of assault, trauma, claws, abuse, violence, implied smut

“You adopted some strays?”

“Yeah, I was walking home when I noticed a tail moving around in a dumpster. I went over out of concern and found a precious cat hybrid. I have pictures!” You took out your phone and showed your coworker. “This is Yeonjun, it was like love at first sight. I offered to take him home and adopt him once I realized he was a stray. Although he told me he wasn’t alone.”

“So you took in a whole liter?”

“Not quite. Yeonjun showed me his friends, there was another cat, and three dog hybrids.”

“Wow, that’s an interesting mix.”

“They were all so cute.” You showed a group photo. “So I took them all in.”

“Cats and dogs… one type of hybrid is already a lot of work, but two. I don’t know how you’ve managed.”

“They’re pretty well behaved. I already did all the paperwork, and took them to the vet for a checkup and the necessary shots. They’re all a bunch of healthy boys.”

“Wait, they’re all boys?” 

“Yeah… why?”

“Well, how do you deal with them when they go into heat? Or did you get them fixed?”

“Ah… well… the vet didn’t mention anything about that… and it hasn’t been a problem…”

“How long have you had them?”

“A couple months now, but not that long. I mean, they’re fine. They know if they need anything they can just ask me.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“When’s y/n coming home?”

    Taehyun stared out the window solemnly, his patience wearing thin. His ears were pressed against his head, huffing out of boredom.

“She gets home around the same time everyday.” Yeonjun reminded. “Just look at the clock.”

“I don’t trust it… it mocks me… with its slowness and never ending ticking.”

“Well sixty seconds are sixty seconds, time moves at a constant speed, so, be patient.”

“I’m bored.” Taehyun whined. “Why can’t she just stay home all the time?”

“That’s not how her job works.” Soobin said. “If you’re so bored just go to sleep. She’ll be home before you know it.”

“Ugh… I guess…”

    Taehyun was still pouting but found a comfy spot to lay down, making sure to bask in the sun while he napped.

“Wake me when y/n gets home.”

“No promises.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Boys, I’m home.”

    You called out your arrival as you stepped into your place, quickly hearing footsteps rushing over to you. Soon you were attacked with hugs, all your boys welcoming you home.

“Hello, hello, did you miss me?”

“Yes.” “Of course.” “Always.”

“And did you stay out of trouble?”

“Yup.” “Yeah.“

“Ah, I saw that Beomgyu.” You said. “Your ears went down for a second, what did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Soobin?”

“He broke into the snack cabinet.”

“Beomgyu! Was that before or after lunch?”

“After.”

“Hm, is there something you wanna say pup?”

“… Kai was my look out and he had some too…”

“Ya!”

“I won’t be in trouble alone!”

“Two of you sneaking snacks? Tsk, tsk, you know what that means.”

“…”

“It’s not fair for the others. So, my three boys with empty stomachs, how about some snacks?”

“Yes!” “Please!”

“Come on then.”

    You only took a few steps before you stopped, Beomgyu and Kai each holding one of your legs. They were both whining, ears down.

“We’re sorry.”

“We won’t do it again, promise.”

“What’s done is done, now let your brothers have their snacks.”

“But we want snacks from you too.”

    They both started whimpering, rubbing their head against your leg. You chuckled, but it wasn’t long before the others pulled them off, setting you free so they could get their snacks. The two trouble makers stayed put, just watching.

“I hate you…” Kai mumbled.

“Me too.”

    The three good boys lined up and eagerly awaited their snacks. They were given head pats and ear scratches before being rewarded, all very happy and very smug.

“Alright. I’m going to shower, and then I’ll get dinner together. Our drama will air soon.”

    While you were off the other three made fun of the others before they all settled down in the living room. Soobin turned on the TV, getting to the right channel. Once you finished your shower you went out to check on them, seeing your boys all gathered around the TV.

“You all look so cute, I’ll get dinner.”

    You whipped something up for dinner, setting it down on the coffee table, and everyone dug in. You all ate together and watched the next episode of your drama, talking and sharing theories during commercials. By the end you all wanted more, but you’d have to wait until next week. There was a bit more talking before you cleared the table and did the dishes, with some help of course.

“Alright, bed time.”

    The boys all eagerly followed you to their room, jumping in bed and fooling around. You tried to wrangle them all up, tucking them into bed, one by one, until you had them all under the sheets. You gave them all a good night kiss, giving some gentle pets before wishing them all a good night.

♥♥♥♥♥

    Late at night Soobin had gotten up to get a drink, carefully slipping out of bed. On his way back he found Kai standing at the door to your bedroom, hand holding the door knob. They all knew you locked the door at night, just to make sure none of them interrupted your sleep, and for the most part they were fine with that.

“Kai… what are you doing?”

“She’s sleeping… I wanna sleep with her…”

“She needs rest, or else how do you expect her to take care of us.”

“I wanna be with her…”

“In the morning, come on, you look exhausted.”

    Soobin gently wrapped an arm around Kai and led him back to bed, tucking him in before getting in himself. The rest of the night seemed to be uneventful, and when morning came they all woke to the same thing.

“Boys, breakfast!”

    Smiles appeared on their faces as they got up, yawning and making their way to the kitchen. Five bowls of cereal set out while you were packing up your own lunch for the day. You blew them all kisses and they eagerly ate. Although the last to get to the table was Kai, dragging his feet and clearly half asleep. You didn’t notice right away, not until you heard a splash and thud. You quickly turned around to see that Kai’s head was in the cereal bowl and you rushed over to help him out. You gently lifted his head out, moving the bowl away and reaching for a napkin to clean him up. While also making sure he wasn’t sick.

“Kai, baby, did you sleep okay last night?”

“Uh…”

“You can have something to eat later, okay, let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

    The others didn’t say much as you helped Kai back to his room, putting him back to sleep. Although once the two of you were gone they started talking.

“What the hell was that?” Taehyun wondered. “Did he have a nightmare?”

“Was he standing in front of y/n’s room again?” Yeonjun mumbled.

“Wait, he’s done that before?” Soobin asked.

“Oh, so he was?”

“I found him last night, but I got him back to bed. He might have woken up again.”

“Why would he be outside y/n’s room?” Beomgyu said. “Sounds weird.”

“He said he wanted to sleep with her.”

“What?”

“Like share a bed and stuff, at least I think.”

“He needs to stop doing that before he gets found out and freaks her out.” Yeonjun added. “There’s a reason she locks the door.”

“That’s just so we don’t wander in at night.” Taehyun said.

“Exactly.”

“Can you boys make sure Kai sleeps in today.” You said as you came back to the kitchen. “He looks exhausted.”

“We can do that.” Soobin smiled. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be okay.”

“I know, you guys are very tough.” You grabbed your lunch. “I’ll be heading out now, oh, and don’t forget I will be home late today, so don’t wait up.”

“Okay.”

“Love you boys, have a good day.”

“You too.” “Bye.”

    They all waved and saw you off, returning to finish their breakfast and properly clean up. There were plenty of things to do in the house to entertain themselves, plenty of games, both online and off, they just weren’t allowed to use the internet. What they had was enough for them regardless, it was more than they ever had before out on the streets. Later in the afternoon around lunch time Soobin went to the fridge to see what you had left for them, also asking the others to wake Kai, he needed to eat something. They all gathered around the TV to eat, Kai still half asleep.

“Were you standing at y/n’s door again last night?” Yeonjun asked.

“No…”

“Then why are you so tired?” Beomgyu said. “You nearly drowned in your cereal bowl this morning.”

���I’m fine.”

“Regardless, you need to stop doing that.” Yeonjun added. “If she catches you outside her room one day you’ll scare her and she might kick you out. All of us even.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“Just stop it. It’s also fucking with your health. She’ll drag you and us to the vet…”

“Oh…”

“Exactly.”

    That conversation seemed to go well, but given that Kai wasn’t there in the morning, he wasn’t aware that you would be home late. So around the usual time you’d be home he was found waiting by the door.

“She’s gonna be late today.” Taehyun said when he found him. “Come on, we’re gonna watch a movie.”

“I’ll just wait here.”

“Okay then, join us when you want.”

    Taehyun explained to the others, and they all expected Kai at some point, but he never showed. They finished the movie and cleaned up, Yeonjun going off to find the other. Kai was still plopped down in front of the door, clearly sleepy but doing his best to stay awake.

“Let’s go to bed, y/n will be home soon.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“She’ll wind up tripping over you. Come on.”

    Yeonjun yanked Kai up to his feet, intending to take him to bed, but he was met with resistance. Kai didn’t want to leave, and this was getting ridiculous.

“Kai.”

“Let go!”

“If she finds you sleeping on the floor she’ll be worried.”

“I won’t fall asleep!”

“You can barely keep your eyes open right now.”

“Let me go!”

“Kai please.”

    The two started tussling, Yeonjun trying to drag Kai away, and then they heard the door opening. Yeonjun immediately let go, Kai falling to the floor. As you entered you didn’t make a sound, thinking your boys were asleep, instead you found Yeonjun and Kai in what seemed to be a fight.

“What are you two doing?”

    You went over to help Kai get up, seeing his tired face. Yeonjun was fumbling with his words, trying to figure out how to explain, but you interrupted.

“You can tell me what happened in the morning. I’ve had a long day so let’s just leave it at that.”

    Yeonjun whimpered, feeling like he was being scolded, but you assured him he wasn’t. You kissed his head, wishing him a good night.

“You come with me sleepyhead.”

    You took Kai’s hand and took him to your room. Yeonjun watched in confusion and annoyance, seeing the door shut and hearing it lock behind you. It looked like Kai had finally gotten what he wanted. He told the others what happened, them all in disbelief and on his side, but they wouldn’t know what came next until morning.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Boys, breakfast!”

    The four in their room had been awake for a while, hearing you in the kitchen, smelling your cooking, but they all waited until you called them out. They thought maybe Kai would be with you, but he wasn’t.

“Where’s Kai?” Taehyun asked. “Isn’t he with you?”

“He’s still sleeping in my bed.”

“You guys… slept together…”

“Kai was very fluffy and warm.”

“And clingy I bet…” Yeonjun mumbled.

“Since you’ve found your voice, care to explain what I walked into last night?”

“Uh, what did Kai say?”

“I want to hear what you have to say first.”

“I… it’s a misunderstanding. Kai was waiting for you and I was trying to get him to go to bed. As I was trying to get him up you came home and I dropped him. We weren’t fighting…”

“Hm, that’s what I thought. And that’s what Kai said too. Did he sleep in yesterday?”

“Yes, we woke him up for lunch.” Soobin stated. “He seemed alright then.”

“That’s good to hear. Alright, here’s breakfast, I’ll go wake the sleepyhead.”

    You set down the food and went over to your room, coaxing Kai out of bed, telling him the others were waiting. He eventually got up and followed you to the kitchen, happily plopping down in his seat.

“Good night?” Beomgyu teased.

“Best sleep of my life.” Kai smiled.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“Okay, lunch’s all set for you guys. I’ll see you later.”

“You’re leaving already.” Taehyun whined. “But it’s too early.”

“Have to finish up something this morning, so I gotta go. You boys behave, love you.”

“Love you too.” “Bye bye.” “Have a good day.”

    Once you were gone the others quickly crowded around Kai. All grievances from yesterday forgotten or thrown out the window. They just wanted details.

“Did you really sleep in bed with her?” Beomgyu asked. “Like all wrapped up in her arms?”

“Yup.” Kai was very smug. “She’s so soft and cute.”

“I bet.”

“Do you think we can sleep with her too?” Yeonjun wondered. “I mean… it only takes one time…”

“Hopefully.” Taehyun said. “I’d love to.”

“Kai.” Soobin questioned. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You haven’t stopped smiling.”

“Cause I’m happy.”

“Yeah but you look… lovesick…”

“How would you know what that looks like?”

“We’ve seen a lot of romance dramas.”

“Huh, now that you mention it.” Beomgyu took a good look at Kai. “Are you in love with y/n?”

“What! No!”

“You are, you so are.”

“Is that weird?” Taehyun wondered. “You’re a hybrid and she’s human…”

“We’re half human.”

“And you’re half dog.”

“So? That drama we’re watching has a couple where one is a hybrid.”

“Side couple, not even second lead.” Taehyun said. “Not exactly the best rep here.”

“Still.”

“As if she’d date you.” Yeonjun said. “If she found out you were crushing on her things might become awkward.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna confess… I don’t wanna ruin anything…”

“How long have you been crushing?” Soobin asked. “Is that why you’re always waiting around for her?”

“Do you really think… it’s impossible for us to be together?”

“Well…”

“None of you guys… love her?”

“I… I don’t know if it’s just me being grateful for what she’s done… or if it goes beyond that…”

“I’m scared of the possibility.” Beomgyu added. “I don’t wanna ruin what we already have.”

“Same.” Yeonjun chimed in. “What we got right now is good. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Yeah. Maybe she feels the same.” Taehyun said. “I’m sure she’d let us know if she did.”

“I know, I know.” Kai sighed. “Last night was good.”

“And don’t make her worry anymore. I don’t want unnecessary trips to the vet.”

“Got it.”

    Things were pretty normal for them that day, although when it was time to come home you were nowhere to be seen. They all stood by the door, waiting and waiting, but they didn’t smell you or hear you, and they started getting worried.

“She didn’t say she was gonna be late today, did she?” Kai asked.

“No.” Soobin said. “She should be home by now.”

“Do you think something happened?” Taehyun whined. “Is she okay?”

“The emergency phone!” Yeonjun reminded. “Maybe she left a message!”

    They all rushed over to the living room, getting the phone that sat by the TV. Beomgyu quickly checked the message, seeing one from you that had been delivered an hour ago. He read it out loud, all of them quickly whimpering. You had messaged them to let them know that something had come up last minute and you would be home late. 

“I hope everything is okay…” Kai mumbled. “She already had to go in early…”

“I’m sure she is.” Soobin assured. “So let’s not worry her. Dinner and then bed.”

    That was their plan, but they all wanted to stay up and wait for you. It really wasn’t normal for you to stay out late last minute. They didn’t want to worry, but they all did. They sat around the TV, trying to stay awake, but one by one they began to doze off. They weren’t sure how long they slept, but the sounds of the door opening them began to wake them. Although they heard voices, realizing you weren’t alone.

“Thanks for walking me home.”

“No problem, tonight was fun.”

    All the boys glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. That you had gone out on a date. They started panicking, worried the stranger would come in and see them all when they were supposed to be in bed in their room. Although their feelings quickly changed as they heard where the conversation went.

“Shall we keep the party going?”

“I’ve had a great time, but I think this is where I go my own way.”

“I have no problem following you anywhere.”

“It’s late, and you should get hom-”

“You don’t have to be shy.”

    They heard a loud thud and they all quickly rushed over, seeing some stranger on top of you while you struggled beneath them, telling them to get off you. Soobin and Yeonjun quickly grabbed the stranger, getting him off. They were worried, they were angry, so it’s no surprise Yeonjun had his claws out, hurting the stranger in question while getting him off. Whoever they were tried retaliating, only to be met with Soobin growling and Yeonjun hissing. They quickly scurried off. While they had been dealing with the intruder, the other three had huddled around you, making sure you were alright.

    You were out of breath, but you were nodding your head and telling them you were fine. They all stayed with you, still very worried, but glad you were home. When your breathing had calmed down you managed to get up, saying you were going to bed. Although you only took a few steps before your legs gave out. Beomgyu and Taehyun caught you before you fell, holding you up and helping you to your room. They had been in there before, when you weren’t home and on other occasions, but never at night. They sat you down on the bed.

“Thank you…”

    You reached down to get your socks off, but you were trembling. Yeonjun didn’t say anything before kneeling down to help you, and you shyly whispered a thanks. When you tried and failed to undress yourself the others helped out too. Just enough so you’d be comfortable laying down. They did intend to just tuck you in but you grabbed Kai’s hand, asking him to stay with you. He could feel you trembling, putting on a smile and agreeing. He got into bed with you, and you looked over at the others, asking them to stay as well. They all happily got into bed,  making sure you were surrounded by them. It took a while, but eventually you fell asleep, they stayed up to make sure you were alright, and now that you were resting, they fell asleep.

♥♥♥♥♥

    Soobin wound up waking up to a soft buzzing sound, and soon the others followed. You were still sleeping, so he told the others to stay with you while he investigated. He wound up finding the source of the noise, your phone was still in your bag from last night. He carefully picked up the phone, seeing an unknown number. Still, it could be important so he answered it.

“Hello?”

“Is this y/n?”

“It’s her phone, yes.”

“We have a report of assault. Apparently your hybrids attacked an innocent-”

“That’s not what happened!”

“Excuse me?”

“We didn’t attack them! They were-”

“You’re a hybrid?”

“Yes, but I didn’t-”

    The phone was suddenly taken from Soobin, it seemed that you had woken up and heard the conversation. Soobin looked over at the others who shook their heads, clearly unable to stop you from getting out of bed.

“This is y/n, the owner of the hybrids. Do I need to come down to the station?”

“Yes, along with the offending hybrids.”

“I understand. I’ll be there soon.”

    You hung up and took a breath. You offered Soobin a small smile, petting his head. He tried to explain himself but you shook your head.

“Get dressed in something comfy, all of you.”

    You made your way back to your room, shutting the door. The boys all shared a look before going off to get dressed. They were nervous, but they got ready quickly, all waiting by your door. After what felt like a long while you came out, and they quietly followed you out. Your car was really only meant to seat five, two up front and three in the back, but all together you were six. Soobin took shotgun and the other four squeezed into the back with no complaints. It was a quiet drive to the station, and they stuck close to you as they walked in. They got some weird looks, and kept their head down, until they got to the main area.

“That’s them! Those two animals attacked me!”

    Soobin started growling, but you grabbed his hand and shook your head. He whimpered, but got the message. The trespasser looked way worse than they had left him. At most Yeonjun had clawed into his clothes and left a few scratches there, never getting anywhere near his face, and the arm in a cast was certainly fake. You simply took a seat before the detective. Before he could even speak you put down a drive on the table.

“I’d like to report an assault.”

“Huh?”

“On the drive you’ll find security footage of my coworker here forcing himself into my place and onto me after walking me home from a company dinner. My hybrids merely acted to defend me and did not cause the extreme damage you see today. If it had not been for them, you’d be looking at footage of sexual assault.”

    The color had completely drained from the guilty party. Now the boys had perked up, amazed at how you were handling the situation. The detective seemed a bit dumbfounded but took the drive anyway, having someone else take your statement. After that the story had completely changed. You didn’t stay long, merely told to wait for a court date to be set to go over the case. You thanked the detective and headed out with your boys. They were quite happy, but it wasn’t until they were in the car that they realized you had started shaking again.

“Y/n…” Soobin asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… we’ll just go home now…”

    Soobin carefully reached over and took your hands off the wheel, holding them. The others were all leaning forward, unsure of what to do.

“I can drive home.” Yeonjun volunteered. “I know how.”

“Hybrids can’t legally drive…”

“Then how about we do something else until you calm down.” Soobin suggested. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh… are you guys hungry? I didn’t get you breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah, I could eat.”

“Me too.” “Yeah.” “I’m hungry.” “Yup.”

“Let’s get you some breakfast then.”

    You got out of the car, taking a few deep breaths before going off to find a restaurant. The boys followed close by at your side, a bit worried you’d collapse, but not wanting to be over protective. You saw how Taehyun was attracted to a certain smell, finding a place to eat.

“Oh, I’m sorry, we don’t serve hybrids.”

“That’s fine. Is it alright if we just order to go?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

    You had the boys pick out what they wanted, placing an order and when it was ready they helped you out. By then you seemed better and there was no issue with you driving them all home. When you got back you gave them their food, and they became aware that you hadn’t ordered anything for yourself.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Beomgyu asked. 

“I’m not hungry. I think I’m just going to go back to bed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Can we join you later?” Kai asked.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

    You gave them all a pet and kissed their heads before retreating to your room. They were all very worried about you now, but they wanted to give you space.

“Is she okay…” Taehyun mumbled. “She doesn’t seem okay…”

“A lot happened in a couple of hours.” Soobin said. “I don’t think she’s processed it yet.”

“At least we’re not in trouble.” Yeonjun added. “She took care of that real quick.”

“I was worried we were gonna get taken away.” Kai whined. “I was scared.”

“We’re not going anywhere.” Beomgyu stated. “She needs us and we’re here.”

“So eat up.” Soobin said. “We need our strength to take care of her.”

    They all saved a bit of their food, wanting you to have some when you felt better. They cleaned up and then snuck into your room, crawling into bed so you didn’t wake up. You were sleeping, which was a relief to everyone. For the most part things were calm until later in the afternoon when there was a knock at the door. They all quickly perked up, seeing that you were asleep. Yeonjun quickly jumped out of bed to check the door, wanting the knocking to stop before you did get up. He didn’t even check the door, just peeking it open a bit, met with a completely new stranger.

“Hello… is y/n here?”

“She’s not seeing anyone.”

“I heard about what happened this morning. I just wanted to check on her.”

“She’s fine.”

“I get that but I just-”

“She’s fine!” Yeonjun hissed. “You can-”

“You must be one of her hybrids. Is there another person here?”

“No. It’s just us.”

“Let me see her.”

“I said she’s not-”

“I understand you care for her, but a person should check in on her.”

“She’s fine with us.”

“Just let me see her.”

    The person shoved their way in, knocking Yeonjun down. He hissed again, thinking of jumping on them, but he had already caused enough trouble. Besides, he never really got a chance.

“Yeonjun!”

    The commotion had woken you up, and despite the others trying to keep you in bed you made your way out, seeing a friend from work towering over Yeonjun. You screamed and stumbled over, falling to your knees. You looked over Yeonjun in a panic, making sure he was alright, once again trembling. Yeonjun took your hand, assuring you he was okay.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Get out!”

“Y/n-”

“GET OUT!”

    Your pups started barking, and the other took the message, quickly leaving. They helped you up to your feet, getting you back to your room. They were all assuring you that they were fine, you were fine, and that nothing bad happened. It took a little bit to calm down, but eventually you did, wrapped up in Beomgyu’s arms. Somehow you dozed off too, getting tucked into bed. They realized they needed to go, but Beomgyu seemed stuck. He didn’t mind, telling the others to figure things out.

“Y/n’s not okay.” Kai said. “She’s really not…”

“But what can we do?” Taehyun asked. “As hybrids we don’t have many options.”

“Well we can ask the internet.” Yeonjun suggested. “It’s an emergency. I’m sure we can borrow her laptop.”

    None of them bothered to wait for an answer from each other, going over to your little home office. Yeonjun sat down at your desk, turning on the computer. All they could really do was ask the internet what all your symptoms meant and browse at the solutions.

“Emotional support animals… that’s us right?” Taehyun questioned. “We help calm her down.”

“That we do.” Soobin said. “But beyond that… we have to take care of her. Like she has us.”

“She’s resting, but she shouldn’t be in bed forever.” Kai said. “And she hasn’t eaten yet.”

“Let’s start with that, getting her some food.”

    Soft whispers woke you from your sleep. You were scared for a second before you remembered where you were and who you were with. Your boys were all gathered around you, and you could smell food. You noticed Soobin holding up a tray, a variety of food on it. You offered a soft smile.

“That smells good.”

“We figured you should eat.”

“Thanks…”

    You didn’t have much, but that was better than nothing. You properly got into bed, freeing Beomgyu only for Taehyun to take his place of keeping your company. They all rotated shifts, well aware you didn’t want to be left alone. And when they weren’t with you they tried to take care of things around the house. Your phone had been put on silent, and they made sure not to answer the door for anyone. They also tried a bit of cooking, doing their best to hide the evidence of failure. Instant ramen had their back though, even if you didn’t eat too much. At some points they even got you out of bed and had you walk around the apartment. It took a few days, but you slowly started coming  back to yourself.

“Sorry for… everything…”

“What are you talking about?” Kai asked.

“You guys have been looking after me when it’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“It’s okay.” Beomgyu assured. “We’re your emotional support pets, it’s our job to look after you.”

“Hm… maybe I should look into that.”

“What?”

“Getting you certified as my emotional support hybrids… would make it easier to take you places.”

“We’d love that.” Soobin said. “Really.”

“Good.”

    You did keep your word on that, getting the paperwork done when you could. So by the time the court date came up, they were allowed into the courtroom with you without issue. Obviously with the evidence you had the verdict was ruled in your favor. You eventually left that job and found something else that wouldn’t require you to leave the house so often, and if you ever did, at least one of your boys would accompany you. Although when it came to grocery trips they all came along.

“Y/n, can I have these!” Kai eagerly held up a box of treats. “Please, please!”

“No more sneaking treats after lunch?”

“That was one time, and it was Beomgyu’s idea!”

You chuckled. “Alright. The rest of you should pick out a snack too, you guys can have your own personal snacks.”

“Yes!” “Awesome!” 

    They scurried off for a moment to find what they wanted, Kai putting his snacks in the cart, humming excitedly. He was reaching up to get something for you when he heard someone approach you.

“Hey… so I was-”

    Kai was immediately growling at the stranger, stepping closer until they left. You had certainly tensed up, but felt better having Kai.

“You okay?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

    A few things had certainly changed around the house. Your little home office had gotten upgraded to make work easier, and you also redid your room, given that you slept with all your boys every night. Their old room was converted to store all the games and other items for fun activities, a great nap room too. They loved having you around more often than before, and there was never a dull moment. Although this did finally answer a question in the back of your mind. 

    It was another peaceful night after movie watching when you woke up to a ticklish feeling. One of your boys was nuzzling your neck, and you found it adorable. Yet as you began to regain your senses you realized a slight movement, specifically Soobin gently humping your leg. It took a second to properly process, and you weren’t entirely sure what to do. So you tried to carefully wake him, aware he was sleeping, and so were the others.

“Soobin…” You whispered. “Soobin…”

“Hm…”

“Soobin, wake up.”

“Hm…” Soobin slowly opened his eyes. “… y/n…”

“Hi… are you okay?”

“Uh…”

    It took a moment for him to register words, and then his actions. His eyes went wide and he jumped out of bed, causing Yeonjun and Taehyun to fall out in the process.

“I… I am so sorry… I didn’t…”

“Soobin… are you in-”

“It’s fine, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

    Soobin rushed out of the room, leaving you confused. The other boys looked around, still half asleep and not entirely sure what had just happened. You told them to go back to sleep and got out of bed, going off to find Soobin. There was only really one place for him to go, his old room. You carefully knocked on the door before stepping in.

“Soobin-”

“I’m fine!”

“I’m aware of that but… are you okay?”

“I didn’t mean to do that…”

“I know. I’m not upset, just worried.” You walked over to Soobin. “I’ve never… you guys never mentioned this before… and I’ve never… noticed…”

“We take care of it ourselves… usually when you weren’t home…”

“But I’m home more often now so…”

“We’ll do our best not to… bother you…”

“If there’s anything I can do to help. I can get you some pills, or-”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Okay. Just don’t feel… embarrassed, or like you can’t-”

    You were suddenly tackled onto all the pillows and blankets, Soobin burying his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. 

“You smell so nice…”

    Without really meaning to he was humping your leg again, whimpering. You weren’t entirely sure what to do, so you stayed put.

“Soobin…”

“I usually just have a shirt or something…”

“Wait, is that why I find some clothes in my laundry basket that I don’t remember wearing?”

“Ah…” Soobin stopped, realizing what he was doing. “Sorry, sorry, we never… we can’t help ourselves sometimes…”

“I can see that.” You chuckled. “Things are definitely gonna get harder for you guys with me around, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… like I said, I’m here to help…”

“You don’t… you don’t mean… what I think you do? Do you?”

“I guess that depends… on what you think I mean…”

“Ah… well… I’m thinking…” Soobin started crawling towards you, getting up close. “That you want to… personally… help me with this…”

You slowly nodded. “Yeah… that sounds right…”

“Are you sure? I can’t promise… I’ll be a good boy…”

“That’s okay…”

“Hm… the others are gonna hear… they’re gonna smell you… they’re gonna be pissed…”

“I’ll help them too… when the time comes…”

“Promise?”

“Yeah… you guys are my responsibility… I’m supposed to take care of you…”

“You know we love you… right…”

“I do too…”

    Soobin whimpered, once again against your neck, not just sniffing this time but kissing you. He pushed you back against the pillows and sheets, pinning you under him. You swallowed nervously, feeling his hands start to explore you.

“Are you sure about this?” Soobin asked. “You don’t have to.”

“I’m here for you. All of you.”

“We know.”

(II)

#txt #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #heuning kai #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #jung kai #txt au #txt scenarios #txt imagines #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together au

[haha-shit]

In occasionally ask my friends to send me single words to think about before bed so my thoughts can run wild a bit and I think I just wrote an essay on why people are worth saving in fifteen minutes.

“It’s weird to me how much paint connects people through time because of the pigments. Granted some pigments aren’t used anymore because they’re poisonous like arsenic or sulfuric derivatives or radioactive likes cobalts and uraniums. But many pigments such as the red from iron or the green from copper are the same pigments invented and pioneered by ages old painters. My self portrait used the same iron that a Scandinavian woman what feels like millions of years ago used to paint her baby a picture of her husbands hunting, the green I use to paints viola stems and stream is the same green that van goph used in his highlights and stilllifes. The indigo I used to paint a woman’s eye is the same indigo that would’ve been used to paint a flower for a wealthy persons commission of a family. Maybe me and some unknown painter three hundred years ago both painted tangled limbs in the sunset, maybe both of our tears thinned the paint on the pallet, did they twirl their brush in thinner too? Did they ignore the canvas? Leave it blank? Did they share my name? My face? Did they follow the same pattern drawing loving eyes first and working form there? Or did they focus on the anatomy, discussing with themselves. Did they have to repaint the hair because they had smeared the background paint. Did a German artist a hundred years ago paint the same forest cat, did he name it? Did it mean little rascal in his language too? Did a woman in England dream of a sea she has never seen? Were the shells painted with the same daisy yellow and rust red or did she dream of different ones. Spirals instead of points, smooth instead of textured? Did she laugh at the brush bristles being permanently pink from yesterday’s carnations? Maybe a man in Russia painted a similar skyline, maybe an Icelandic man painted the same northern lights. They might’ve meant more to him, maybe less. Every new paint that comes out we pioneer, my crappy imagination could turn out the most influential thing of the next century. Perhaps we’re all connected through art. Not just the pigments but the act. Mediveal children drew in the margins of books, graffiti is on the walls of Pompeii, woodcarvings are found in remnants of churches in Denmark, the cuts imprecise and erratic as though an apprentice forgot his post, there are cave paintings that shows the painters hand the size of a four year olds’ likely guided by their father or mother. Humans create. In depths of war and famine we create. We create when we are happy when we are sad the angriest people create the most beautiful pieces because you can see the shaking hand holding the brush you can feel warm breath fanning on the canvas, tears thin paint to create washes and drips, smiles reflect light onto the painted rivers and ice. Paint connects every human who has ever lived and every human who ever will. Art goes beyond religeon, race, ethnicity, food, ideas, language poem written in German evoke emotional responses for me when I do not know the language. Art has no structure and yet we are all fluent and it is truely remarkable.”

How beautiful the cry of the soul slashed open

#adhd #mental health #lol #art #it’s what unites human kind #people

[thegrandlinesimp]

Heya Line! 💗 Congratulations on 100 followers, I am very proud of you for reaching this milestone! 🤗 I've been in a very fluffy, lovey dovey mood lately so may I request D, K, and W from the fluff alphabet for our most beloved mochi husband, Katakuri? This wonderful deserves the world and more, it is my life mission to spread the love for Katakuri as much as possible 😉 Thank you so much! Don't feel pressured to write this either, it is up to you if you want to take this request 💕

I

AM

ALIVE!!!!!!

*Eye of the Tiger chorus plays*

I’m back to writing, my final assignment is coming along well, all I have left to do is the annotations for all the resources I found (the finding took the most time so I’m glad I took time off writing to focus on that). Finish the wireframe (draft layout of a webpage) and do the report. I know it sounds like a lot but trust me, it isn’t.

AND WE’RE KICKING IT OFF WITH A KATA REQUEST!!!

MY SWEET MOCHI HUSBAND!!!

Wanna stay up to date? Come sign my taglist form!

Tagging:   @lautluk

Katakuri Fluff Alphabet: D, K, W

(Look at him, he's so cool! 😍)

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

His ideal future with his s/o is surprisingly very white piquet fence-esque, cozy house in the woods, at least half a dozen children running around (he doesn’t mind if they’re biologically his or not) and a dog and a cat that like to lounge in the sun together.

But he’s all too aware this can’t become a reality if he wants to continue to protect his large family.

His more realistic future is quite calculated, thinking beyond if his mother was to pass away from old age, he knows either Perospero or himself will take her place as head of the Big Mama pirates. If a brawl were to occur for the spot, he knows he’d come out on top, same if it came down to a family vote thanks to his popularity. With this path thought out, he pictures himself on a throne as the new King of Totto Land, his s/o either on his lap or by his side. As for kids, he sees himself having a sizeable brood of children, no more than fourteen and a bare minimum of three, most of which are adopted (think like Doflamingo taking in stray kids but for less nefarious reasons and more to just give them a home).

Kiss (Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Kata? A kisser?

Nope, not till he met his s/o.

First step here is for him to first reveal his face to them, once they show him they don’t see anything wrong it’ll still be quite some time before he’s ready to kiss them. Mostly because he’s scared his teeth will hurt them.

For his first kiss (and quite a few after) he won’t initiate, and after the first couple of times he’s gonna be checking their lips to see if he hurt them or not. Slow and steady is the way to go with Katakuri, honestly, I think he’d be sleep with his partner before trying a full on make out with them. However, as he gains experience, so too will his confidence grow and he’ll be less hesitant to initiate, just give him time.

Though if his s/o individually kisses each of his four fangs he will get chocked up, no matter how hot and heavy things have gotten.

Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

This man lives for cuddles, has no idea what being touch starved meant till his s/o cuddled up to him one night. He now requires them to get to sleep and is restless if he ever has to go away on a mission for his mother.

Also, please for the love of god if his partner is bigger than or a similar size to him let him be the little spoon every now and then. Man hasn’t been held since he was an infant and it makes him feel so warm and happy inside, he feels like crying! In fact, even if they are smaller than him, they should just drape themselves over his shoulder as he lies on his side.

Just hold him please, it makes him so happy.

#charlotte katakuri x reader #katakuri x reader #katakuri x y/n #katakuri x you #one piece #charlotte katakuri #fluff #fluff alphabet #100 event #my writing

[spacefinch]

Incorrect Quotes, Wild Field Trips edition

(for @daiohficblog)

Chris: *walks into the Tortuga*

Chris: *casually looks up* Ah, a spider.

Carlos (with spider powers): WHERE?!?!

Phoebe: Bears are easily one of the most animals of all time, but a close second is the fossa.

Phoebe: *shows the team a picture of a fossa* Like that sure is an animal all right.

Keesha: Ralphie, we can't just hold a rope between some bushes and expect one of the villains to run through and trip on it! It's just bad planning!

*Zach runs by and trips over the rope*

Keesha: Never mind, I like this plan!

Mikey, in the science lab: I'm like 75% sure this won't explode.

Wanda: *miniaturizes herself*

Wanda: Ok, time to go back to normal size!

Wanda: *can't find the Miniaturizer*

Wanda: *has an idea*

Wanda: *has climbed up onto Aviva's work station computer and is now typing a message by jumping on the keys*

Several minutes later...

Aviva: Hey, who wrote "HELP I'M A BUG" on my computer program?

Martin: I went to the store and bought Quick Oats. The next day, my brother came back with Instant Oats. I will not be humiliated like this. I must now find an even sooner oat.

The crew: *watching footage of a cheetah chasing a gazelle*

Carlos: That gazebo is so screwed.

D.A.: Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

D.A.: Are. You. Sure?

(overhead from another room)

Martin: Are you sure this is a good plan?

Chris: Trust me, this will work. I have the leg strength of a blue whale.

Martin: Blue whales don't have legs.

Wanda: (sits in front of the Tortuga computer) Knowledge!

Koki: What kind?

Wanda: Knees! Penguins! Do they have 'em?

Koki: Yes.

Wanda: Knowledge!

Koki: Want to watch cat videos? Those make you happy.

Wanda: Where penguins go when die?

Koki: (sending her the link) Here.

Wanda: Orca eat penguin video.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How survive orca attack.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How survive shark attack.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: When shark eat leg, when shark poop leg out?

Koki: WHY?!

Wanda: I crave knowledge!

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How shark make shark babies?

Koki: Here.

Wanda: SHARK BABIES EAT EACH OTHER?!

Koki: (shrugs) Some kinds.

Wanda: Little serial killers.

Koki: Yeah…. OHHHH. Oh no.

Wanda: True crime!

Koki: NO.

Wanda: YES!

Koki: I hate you.

Wanda, already typing: EVIL CRIME NEVER CAUGHT MOST LIKELY KILL ME IN SLEEP LOCATION ON.

Koki: *sigh* Here.

….

Koki: So cat videos?

Wanda, close to tears: Yes please.

Everyone: *chilling in the Tortuga— reading, working on inventions, playing video games, etc..*

The lights: *suddenly go out*

DA: So much for reading my book.

Phoebe: Why is it so dark?

Carlos: I think the power went out, Phoebs.

Aviva: All right, which one of you was touching the electric panels again?

Martin: You want me to just activate electric eel powers?

Aviva: No! That’ll fry the circuits. Just let me.. just let me figure it out.

*footsteps*

"Ow, you’re standing on my foot!"

“Wasn’t me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“Are you hugging me?”

“No.”

“Are you scared of the dark?”

“What? No. No. I’m not.”

Chris: Hey guys. I’m gonna head outside for a little bit. But if you see Aviva, it was not my fault.

Aviva: I heard that!

Chris: See you guys later! 

*sound of running footsteps*

Everyone: RUN, CHRIS, RUN!

Carlos: Let me think of a plan. I'm best at plans.

D.A.: No, you're not.

Carlos: Name one bad plan I've made.

[SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE TYPING...]

Martin: I just found out that my gecko friend’s tail works on my Creaturepod’s touch screen, so I’m gonna let her make a post and let spell check interpret the words.

The gecko’s post: Funks go e y y man kill zucchini angst

Chris: The gecko has spoken.

Announcement from the Tortuga:

ATTENTION: There will be no snakes at this Friday’s movie/sleepover night. There was a typo in last week’s announcement bulletin that said we will have snakes. SNACKS is what we will have.

Not that we have anything against snakes— in fact, we think they’re great. In fact, we will have snakes at the Tortuga HQ in May during our Reptile Hangout Day.

To summarize:

April 12: No snakes.

May 22: Yes snakes.

Mikey: Today a kid in my drama class* got detention, but he pulled a Monopoly Get Out of Jail Free card out of his pocket and my teacher let him out of it.

Gavin: How do you get detention in drama?

Mikey: Long story short, he kicked the ceiling by accident.

Gavin: How you do kick a ceiling by accident?

(*that kid was Carlos. Mikey's own brother.)

Keesha: None of ya'll know what propaganda is, do you?

Carlos: It's when a British person takes a good look at something.

Jimmy: I spent all day doing side quests instead of progressing the main story.

Ralphie: I know you're talking about a video game, but this is actually a really good metaphor for my life.

Wanda: I despise you with every inch of my being.

One of the villains: Well, it isn't a lot of inches.

Carlos (struggling to hold Wanda back): RUN

Carlos: I go to Home Depot

Carlos: I eat the tools

Aviva: Stop it

Carlos: crumch

Carlos: You see, I LOVE classical music. I like Bach, Mozart, and ... ummmm.....

Carlos: *looks at smudged writing on his hand that's supposed to say "Beethoven"*

Carlos: That's right. Beef oven.

Ralphie: Guys, it actually happens! I saw a documentary about it!

Wanda: Was it a documentary, or was it that movie about the robots we watched at your birthday sleepover?

Ralphie: It was a documentary!

Ralphie (once Wanda is out of earshot): It was the movie about the robots.

Tim: A DND party made entirely of orc bards

Carlos: An orchestra

D.A.: NO

(during a game of Uno)

“Brother, please, no.”

“I’m sorry. I have to.”

“Please, I’m begging you, after all we’ve been through?”

“I’m sorry. [places a draw 4 card] Uno.”

(This could either happen with Martin and Chris or Carlos and Mikey.)

Phoebe: *trying to wake Carlos up* Don’t make me get the water bucket.

Carlos: (half-asleep) You wouldn’t.

Ralphie: *walking past them while dripping wet* Yes, she would.

D.A.: ðe best þing about learning languages is all ðe new characters you get to use, þank you for coming to my TED talk.

Koki: I agree with you, but you have to stop trying to bring back the thorn and eth.

#incorrect quotes #magic school bus #wild kratts #wild field trips

[saucylittlesmile]

I usually write in my tags but I decided to this instead, eith Scott’s long interview:

They changed my life. And it changed how I felt about the sport, and they empowered me to be my best self and learn what that is and who that was

I was going to write something but in this case, I felt a picture was worth a thousand words.

But not very long after – two, three years after – we kind of started thinking – because we’d already retired once and done tours and we’re doing a show – and we just looked at each other and were kind of like ‘This isn’t the same’. We both had other projects that we were putting on hold: her getting her MBA and working for Deloitte, and for me, the skating school. So as much as we miss each other daily, it was time to move on and not perform anymore.

I mean, we already knew this; they didn’t find the same fulfillment in show skating long term, and yet touring is enough of a commitment that it can keep other life plans from being realized; but still it’s nice to always know they were on the same page of being ready to get to that next stage of life. I did laugh at his ‘we retired once’ given how often they reiterate a that they didn’t retire hut took a break - still, it was an earlier chance to experience that lifestyle of non-competitive touring life too.

And I wanted to really do my own thing. But I would have done my own thing, I think, in Montreal, if I hadn’t met my wife and missed my family and all that stuff. I still think my home is in Ontario. But professionally, I was a little bit upset, because I would love to be beside them in Montreal and join forces.

It’s a Sliding Doors moment - that whole imaginary what if scenario that changes everything and yet changes nothing. But the reality is, he gets to be near his family, and his daughter gets to grow up with close family; and he gets to have a bit of a ‘the best of both worlds’.

The athletes relating to each other, being able to tell a story, kind of cat and mouse, back and forth. So that’s my strength, I think. I always really dove into that as a performer, I’d get to work with the best woman in the world, Tessa, so when we got into those energies, it was so much fun.

I’m thinking about Tessa being shocked that there are teams who don’t talk to each other on the ice. I’m thinking about teams who skate together but who barely even look at each other, let alone seem to make a connection. We were spoiled by VM’s partnership, and the level to which they were able to perform those stories and relate to each other, but not everyone can manage it, It’s going to be interesting to watch him encourage growing those relationships.

So I could be like ‘I want you to try this.’ And it wouldn’t necessarily even make sense. But Madi and Zach they can make anything [make sense]. And then the first time it’s gold, and you start to think ‘Holy shit. Maybe I am a great choreographer.’ And then you work with a 10-year-old and 12-year-old and you’re like ‘Oh, no, there we go. I’m back again.’

I just LOL’d at this.

So I’ve made a list. I won’t tell you who else is on the list, because I’m hoping that they’ll end up on our team as well – one day – but they were at the top of my list.

I want to know, lol, because I could only guess 1 name. Bet the rest I’d be surprised at. Love they made sure that Madison (and Adri) could tour if they had the desire and the chance.

Yeah, I go back and forth on that one. What I said yesterday in the meeting – and I have to tip my cap to the dance tech committee that they’re asking us, trying to poll everyone and to work collaboratively, you create an ice dance event that everyone likes – but I don’t mind it. I don’t think there’s a major flaw right now.

Interesting that the ISU is at least having discussions about dance with the people who have to deal with the decisions. Guess I shouldn’t 100% blane the ISU. ;)

I miss pattern dances a bit. The problem with pattern dances is how they’re judged. I like pattern dances because of the old-school patterns on the ice. Speed, dance position, like the older style of ice dance, and nobody really seems to care about that anymore. So I always wonder, why are we keeping it around for key points when it’s not really the spirit of the dance? But I do miss it in the program this year, I would remove PST and put pattern dance back in.

I can’t believe I’ve been around long enough to live through SM saying he wants the pattern gone to circle back around to him wanting it back. 😭 This one section we were shaking hands, preaching to the choir, same page agreement.

Of course then he went on to praise the choreographic elements and I had to cancel him.

(okay I get he’s saying he thinks they creative and he wishes he could’ve done them and etc etc but No Scott That’s Just the Wrong Opinion, I am right, thanks)

Well, Moulin Rouge came from Tessa and I’s heart and soul. And with Marie-France and Patrice and Sam all collaborating – It’s a special one. It’s not the most original one or groundbreaking, but it came from our souls. And we love the music. And so that was probably my favourite in the end.

They fought for it, and it made it all the more their program. ❤️

And also, we went back into Pink Floyd for our last number, because the Pink Floyd free dance is probably the project that I connected with the most.

Vindication! Uncancelled him, as a Pink Floyd free dance enthusiast.

Just a great interview. I love that they weren’t editing him down into a condensed version. Really, we have been incredibly spoiled with a few of Tessa’s recent podcasts and Scott’s interviews and their joint one - way, way more insights and stories and so on than I would have ever expected to get at this point.

[z-exo-l]

Random-Ass and Super Rare Personal Post

There’s no big reason for this. I/We’ve had several cats over the years, but I don’t know how much longer we’ll have our current count, and I wanted to commemorate them while they’re all here. Basically pet loss fucking sucks, and I’m feeling sappy. Also this is more for future-me than anything else, so sorry if this gets a little verbose.

The newest addition, Tinker. 1-2 years old.

I literally rescued him from a tree this past October but he officially became a part of our family in February. He’s long af, is very high energy, and likes to hop to places he doesn’t belong and open doors he shouldn’t.

This is Leo, 2-3 years old.

He’s the one that’s technically “my” cat. He’s really feisty and playful, and he doesn’t like to be held or carried. But he loves attention, especially lap time; and he likes it when I cup my hand under his head while he sleeps. He also loves french fries, and dangling string toys.

This is Barney, aka Barnabas. 7 years old, and no, he and Leo aren’t related, shockingly.

He’s the snuggliest, cuddliest, sweetest boy you’ll ever meet. As long as you’re holding him he’s tolerant of most any position you put him in. He has a penchant for stealing seats and trying to pilfer sips of tea, he’s very inquisitive, and is prone to fits of jealousy. He stands up and stretches tall for pets, particularly when you’re making coffee, and he has a really cute, almost effeminate meow. Also, he likes kpop, and his bias is Baekhyun. UN Village is his favorite. 😂

This is Abby, 17 years old.

I found her and her three siblings in an outbuilding in 2005, as newborn kittens. But we only wound up keeping her and one of her sisters. She is literally the hissiest cat we’ve ever had; she doesn’t like strangers, and she doesn’t like being approached too quickly. But she is insanely patient when it comes to getting pets; she’ll sit and stare at you for almost a half hour if she thinks she’ll get love. She’s also our Halloween kitty, because she has the ideal spooky posture. And if you so much as stroke her back she’ll lift up into the touch. Back in the day she would flop over for belly rubs, and even now if you pick her up she’ll arch her back and snuggle into your face so you can scratch her tummy. Her face is always curious, and she has a sweet, chirping meow. So despite her angry reputation she’s actually a big sweetie pie. Plus she’s able to frighten dogs literally 10x her size.

Finally, this is Lil’ Bit, also 17, and Abby’s sister; the only siblings we’ve ever had.

Lil Bit is why we took the two girls in, because an animal attacked her and left a nasty open wound on her neck that got infected. She needed peroxide rinses for weeks. The scar is still noticeable there now, and she loves to be scratched in that spot. She’s the loner queen of the lot. She has one room that she resides in, as you can guess by the difference in her picture, and only rarely does she venture out to say hi to people. Back in the day she would almost never meow or make any sound, except for a really cool purr she has that sounds like a popcorn maker. But after our cat Boomer died she picked up his habit of yowling into the night when she’s upset. She’s also one of the few cats we’ve had that expresses love with kisses and nips. And if she sticks around for pets, or deigns to grant you lap time, consider yourself one of the chosen few.

That’s it. Maybe someday I’ll do a big ol’ pet master list, but this will do for now. ❤️

#kitties #about magz #tp

[dashboardjuliet]

Secrets

Ghost x Soap x OC

The 141's medic has a secret talent, and they're bound to find it out eventually.

warnings: pure filth, threesome, 

also who knows what song Tova sings? If you do, you’ve got good music taste my friend.

Please NO under 18 readers

It’s been a long time since Tova has sung. Not that she doesn’t sing every day, in small breathy whispers as she wanders around the medical wing on base, loud and unhurried in the showers when she knows that no one else is awake. But on stage, in front of people, it’s been a while. During medical school and her first years in the military, it had been more common. She could have easily been persuaded to get up on stage at some dive bar during karaoke night, shake her ass in her civvies and, for a night, pretend that she wasn’t a top ranked medic in the American military. That she was just… herself, a 24 year old with a talent and nothing else to her name. But she’s 26 now, and those days are long gone.

And really, she hadn’t meant to go out that night. Her only intention had been to be at home, enjoying her time off base the only way she liked, with a nice, long, scalding hot bath and a bottle of her favorite chardonnay. That had been her intention as she had waved off the invitation to go out with the boys, to some bar that Soap had found while wandering around the city. She had ignored the joking pleading from Soap and Gaz with a blush, waved them and their two silent leaders, Ghost and Captain Price, off.

But the idea of a bath had been quickly squashed as soon as she had brushed through the door into her quiet apartment, the glow of twinkling fairy lights the only source of illumination in the dark living room. From her pocket, her phone had vibrated, and the dreaded notion that it could be work calling her back almost made her not pick up. Almost. But instead she reached into her pocket, pulled the thing out and answered.

“Oh thank god you picked up. I was worried you would still be working,” the hurried voice of her sister speaks, not even bothering with a hello. “Sailor, our current singer had to call off. I need you to go on tonight.”

“‘Hi Tova, it’s your sister, how have you been?’ Is typically how you start a phone call.”

“No time for pleasantries, can you get your ass downtown or not? I promise I won’t be mad if you can’t. Maybe.” She can hear the band practicing in the background, and the chatter of the crowd underneath it. Of all the things that she is, she isn’t one to leave her family hanging. Sighing, she nods her head even though she isn’t able to be seen.

“Let me change, I’ll be there in 20.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” The phone goes dead, and she springs into action. Her bag is dropped into the doorway as she sprints down the hall to her bedroom bathroom combo, kicking off her boots and throwing her shirt over her head. It collides with the hall, knocking a picture off center, but not off the wall. She doesn’t have time to worry about that now. Her pants are next, and they’re replaced with a chunky pair of fishnets that she grabs from her floor. The dress that she has in mind is buried in the back of her closet, having held onto it for absolutely no reason except one like this. It's tight, hugging her curves in all the right ways, and holding the pudge of her belly securely. The corset top does her small chest a huge favor, pushing her tits up and out, in a way that makes her have more chest than she actually does. But her favorite feature of it is the slit that goes up to her hip dip on her right side, so high that if she moved her leg the wrong way, everyone would get a different show than the one they were paying cover to see. Daring, just how she likes it.

Glancing at her phone, Tova smiles. It’s only been five minutes. Which leaves five for makeup and hair, and ten to get down to her sister’s rock bar. For her eyes, she opts for a swipe of black liner into a cat eye, and her hair ends up half up and half down, but she knows it’ll end up a sweaty mess by the end of her time on stage. It always does. On her feet go her trusty pair of platform docs, and then she's sprinting out the door, running through the crisp night Boston air.

The bar that Soap had somehow found is not one that Simon would choose for himself. Ever.

It’s loud, packed with people. If he’d had his choice, they’d be tucked into one of the many pubs that the city had to offer. None of them would be as good as the ones back home, but it would make do. He would drink whatever shitty whiskey they had, and he would sit in silence while the rest of them talked quietly. And it would be nice. Not this.

It takes far too long for him to get his double of whiskey, too long for them to find a table, and he can barely hear himself think over the sound of feedback from the music setup the place has going on. It sounds like racket, but whatever show must be getting ready has the crowd excited.

“This place is apparently famous for their live music.” Gaz says between a drink from the pint of swill that he has, and Simon can’t help but quirk an eyebrow under his mask. The band is miniscule, with a guitarist, keyboardist, and a backup singer. No main act in sight.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He murmurs, lifting his mask only slightly to take a drink.

His words must have been magic, because as soon as he lowers his glass back to the table the house lights lower, and from somewhere behind them, someone lets out a hoot that has the crowd cheering.

The woman that comes onto the stage is unassuming, a flannel tied around her waist to cinch it, and dark red hair thrown into a ponytail.

“Hi folks! Who’s ready for a show!” She shouts into the mic, and the crowd responds in a yell that has him wincing. Ridiculous, really, considering he’s temporarily lost hearing from bullets and bombs.

“Well tonight, we’ve got an even bigger treat. Sailor, our usual singer, is out sick,” With that, someone boos and she settles them with a wave of her hand. “I know, I know, I’m just as sad as you. But I called in a favor from one of the most talented people I know. So please give a big welcome to the stage, my sister, Tova!” The crowd cheers, and he glares as Soap, deciding to place the blame of this place onto him.

“Isn’t Stitches name Tova?” Price says, leaning close into him. The image of their medic and her file floods into his brain, and he nods.

“Wouldn’t it be something if it was her?” Gaz shouts from the table, and Simon can’t help but smirk at the idea. Their mouse of a medic standing up on the main stage.

“In a city this size? Got to be a couple hundred Tova’s.” Adds Soap. By the time his words leave his mouth, the music is starting up, a pounding of a keyboard in a repetitive key. And then the singer enters the stage.

She’s short, even with the platforms that she's got on her feet. But what catches him off guard is when she starts singing in time with the heavy strumming of the guitar that picks up with her first note. Her voice is deeper than he’d been expecting but still pleasant, with a heavy rasp to it. She’s got her back to the crowd, mic held up high, but even then, Simon can tell that she’s his type. His mouth goes dry as he stares at the silhouette of her in that dress, smooth curves cinched tight by the fabric. Her hips move to the beat that the backup speakers have set.

“Through benediction, You tried to rid your mind of malediction, But through all this time, You try to peel it off, and it is such a ride,” She’s got a voice that nags at him, so familiar, and as the backup singer wails and she turns around, his eyes widen. He knows that face, and has watched it with wonder as her hands stitched him back together. Has dreamed about it one too many times. Lips fuller than sin, painted deep red, smirk out at the crowd.

“Is that…”

“Oh it totally is.”

“Thought she was going home.”

“Your desolation led you into this, Vile incarnation of consummated bliss, I know you need it now to make you feel alive,” She rolls her body as she sings, hands skimming over the expanse of her bared chest to slide down her body and clutch at the edge of fabric that stops dangerously at her hip. And the smile that crawls across her face as she does so has his mind going blank.

“All your faith, all your rage, All your pain, it ain't over now, And I ain't talking about forgiveness,” He can’t stop staring at her as she sings, her eyes closed and body moving in time to the music. The image of her that he’s built in his head, of the curvy small medic that follows them, quite willingly and without complaint, into battle just to fix them up, is slowly crumbling. Because nowhere in that image does this one exist. That image is silent, barely speaking save for the quiet quip here or there that would make his smile under his mask. She’d get louder when they’d drink, but nothing like this. He liked her enough when she was quiet, and found himself wanting more of her even then. Now, though, he’s on the edge of his seat.

“It is the cruel beast that you feed, It is your burning yearning need to bleed, Through the spillways” She throws her head back as she finished the chorus, and for him the rest of the song is a blur, watching her grind and sway to the rhythm of the guitar and drums, the pounding of the keyboard. He watches closely as her body moves, the heaving of her chest as she sucks in breaths between words, how her tits bounce when she moves across the stage, the jiggle of her thighs bouncing in time to the song. He’s mesmerized, he knows, because the song ends and he has no clue the words she had just been saying. Soap is hollering, hand cupped to his mouth, while Gaz and Price clap and cheer, and all he can do is watch as her eyes scan the crowd with the biggest smile he’s ever seen her have. It’s magic.

The rest of her set passes in a similar blur, of him hanging onto every movement that she makes, zoning out the rest of the world. She’s good, and must continue to be good, because Soap and Gaz are acting like buffoons by the time her set ends, shouting their praises along with the crowd. But he can’t sit any longer. Not with her like that somewhere in the same building as him. He goes into tracking mode almost immediately when she jumps off the stage, his eyes following her every move through the crowd to arrive at the bar. Before any of the men realize it, he’s moving toward her, pushing and elbowing his way to the wooden bar that she has herself pushed up on, leaning on her forearms with her ass propped in the air and her chest on the bartop. It makes his mouth water and he can barely contain himself as he leans in close to her.

“You put on quite a show, Stitches.” He whispers into her ear, and it’s easy to see the way she freezes.

“Ghost…”

“Come with me. Now. Please” He’s not one for pleasantries, ever, and even now he can barely manage to be soft enough, like she deserves.

But to his amazement, she does.

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“You put on quite a show, Stitches.” Seven words and a gravely deep Manchester accent, that’s all it takes for her back to seize and the hairs on her neck to stand up. Her mind is anything but frozen, questions cycling through the stages of ‘why is he here’, ‘is everyone here?’, ‘oh God oh God.’ She spins, coming face to face with his masked one, and she can feel the blood run from her face. Her gaze, unsteady from the three shots she had done before her set, roves over the crowd looking for familiar faces. She finds them quick enough, Gaz and Price with their heads low, and Soap… Soap is staring dead at her, an unfamiliar heated look in his eyes. One that when she turns to look at Ghost, she sees mirrored in his.

“Ghost…” She doesn’t know how to move her body anymore, all coherent thoughts seemingly flown out of her head. Her hand reaches out to touch his arm, and then curls back into her body, unsure. Any confidence that being onstage brought out has drained away. Her team wasn’t supposed to see her like this.

“Come with me. Now. Please.” He sounds desperate, an ache in his voice that she’s never heard, and she’s taken care of him in almost every situation one could possibly think of. But not like this. Never like this. Tova swallows, finding her throat dry. And against all her judgment, she nods. Her gaze swings out to make contact with Soap again through the crowd, but now he’s grinning, lips wide, and he’s starting to move.

Before she can tell Simon to wait, he’s leading her away through the crowd back to the single bathroom. He’s lucky it’s unlocked, and he shoves her and his large body into the small space. She feels crowded in by him in a way that makes her knees weak. She’s leaning up against the sink, hands behind her back to rest on the cool marble. And he’s, well, he’s as far away as he can manage, which isn’t much, pressed up against the wall. Now that they’re alone, she can take him in fully. He has abandoned the cold hard mask for a simple skull balaclava, eyes still stained with shadows like he’s just come from a mission. Not that she would expect anything different from him.

“So did you…” She starts, but before she can even finish her sentence, he’s finishing it for her.

“See it all? Yeah, we… I did.” His mask moves as he speaks, and her eyes are glued to the spot where his mouth is, watching the fabric stretch around his lips. Her hand comes to cover her mouth, and she turns her head away from him to stare at the empty wall full of stickers placed by drunk patrons.

“Oh! Good, good. That’s…great. My team saw me dancing like that.” Tova speaks through her hand to the wall, her voice muffled. She blinks at the wall once, and then buries her face in her hands and groans. “God that’s embarrassing. Even Price?” She glances from behind her hand to see him nod, and that's all the confirmation that she needs to groan again, head falling back to collide with the small round mirror behind her. To her surprise, Ghost’s gruff voice rings out.

“Don’t… don’t be embarrassed. You were… stunning.” Her eyes find his, and she stares into them. They’re deep gray, and hide nothing in them. He doesn’t sound like he’s lying, or teasing her. Teasing isn’t in his nature, she knows. He’s being serious, choosing his words carefully, and it makes her heart weak.

“You thought I was stunning?” Tova whispers, feeling small at the realization of it all. Her hands grip the sink tighter.

“I always think you’re stunning.” He pushes away from the wall and crowds in on her, and amazingly despite all the nerves flooding her body, she doesn’t mind. He towers over her, looking down into what she feels like is her soul. Then he moves his hands, one wrapping around her waist to hoist her up to sit on the sink, and the other comes up to cup her face, passing gently over her neck with a small squeeze. She spreads her legs to accommodate his giant body as she leans into his touch. At this level, she can see the exposed portion of his face clearly, and it dawns on her that she’s never noticed how blond his lashes are. She brings her hands up to the edge of his mask and rests them there, fingers stroking the seam of exposed skin between his shirt and the fabric edge of the balaclava. His eyes flutter, and her heart matches the pattern.

“I’d quite like to fuck you, love, if you want.” His eyes bore into her, and his admission of the tension between them has her resting her head back on the mirror again, looking up. She has never been the most outgoing or overly expressive person, so she knows the chances of him actually knowing her feelings are slim. God, she’s wanted this. Spent nights with her hand down her pants, coming to the idea of him fucking her silly. It’s never been enough, but she’s made do. But now it’s here, in front of her, and all she can do is swallow and nod her head, eyes closing. He removes his hand from her neck, and it takes her a moment to figure out where it’s gone.

“I need to hear you say it, Stitches.” His breath is hot on her skin, her neck, and her eyes shoot open but she doesn’t dare to look down. She’s been close to him before, and never felt him breathe on her. He pulled up his mask. She doesn’t look at how far, but even the thought of him being so exposed has her clenching emptiness.

“I want you to.” Tova whispers, taking the moment to not look but to raise her hands higher, tracing the edge of his jaw and finger at his lips. They feel full, and her legs tighten around his hips.

“You want what? Be clear.” His lips curl at the edges under her light touch. He’s teasing her.

“I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” At her admission, his mouth moves, opening to gently snap at her thumb which has made its home in the corner of his lips. She gasps, and looks down, finding his eyes hooded and his smile wide. Her first instinct was right, they’re full and pale pink with a scar bisecting them, and she wants to kiss him desperately.

“Good girl.” He surges forward, and her wish comes true, his lips press firmly against hers and his tongue wrenches her lips open to invade her mouth. All she can do is moan into his mouth and force her tongue back, teeth clacking against his in a messy press. His hands slide up her thighs to her waist as his mouth moves against hers, and he fingers the edge of her tights and her thong for a moment before wrenching them down her legs. As he does, she reaches behind herself, fighting to find the clasp at the top of her dress. She unhooks it, and slides the zipper down, allowing her to take her first true deep breath of the night as the fabric releases her body. He hums against her, and then moves his lips from hers to her neck, and she cranes her head back to give him better access to her throat. His teeth skim her pulse point and then sucks on the spot, and she bucks into him in a jerky uncontrolled manner that has him grinning into her skin. There will be a spot there tomorrow, she knows, from the way his tongue keeps nursing the spot.

And then he moves south, down her chest, wrenching the boned fabric down to release her breasts. They fall from their pushed up position, and it’s a relief. But he’s stopped moving, and she glances down at him to find him staring at her tits, and then up at her.

“What?”

“Have you always had your tits pierced, the entire time I’ve known you?” His voice is almost reverent, and a hand comes up to palm at her nipple, rolling the jeweled barbell in between his fingertips.

“No, I got them about two years ago.” She’d been inspired by her sister, and looking for a way to like her smaller chest more. She took great joy in changing out the tiny stones depending on her mood, and had built up a nice collection of jewelry that made her smile every time she stood naked in front of a mirror. No one, outside of herself, has ever touched them, and the feeling of another person playing with the metal has her squirming.

“Fucking hell.” He moves in, mouth replacing the hand that had been playing with her, and her head falls back with a gasp. He bites down, not hard but not gentle, and makes a sucking noise as he pulls away to lick at her breast. It’s vulgar sounding, and she whimpers as she brings a hand up to bite on. Glancing down, her breast is shiny with his spit as he moves to nurse at the other one, to give it the same attention. All the while, one of his hands sneaks under her dress to palm at her cunt.

Her brain goes blank when his fingers come in contact with her wetness, and all she can do is pant into her hand. It’s already too much. But then his middle and ring fingers slip inside her, thumb rubbing at her clit, and she loses all sense of self.

“I wanna hear you, Love.” He murmurs as he releases her other breast with another wet pop that has her clenching on his moving fingers. They still, but then continue their in and out push, while his other hand moves to pull hers away from her mouth. She doesn’t stop him, allows him to move her. So her hand falls to his bare cheek, blond stubble scraping at her skin. Her fingers catch the edge of the mask at his cheek, and to her complete surprise, his spare hand joins hers to push his mask upward, off his head. Her eyes go wide, not expecting this turn. All she can do is take him in, eyes darting from feature to feature.

He’s beautiful, in a way that makes her completely self conscious despite the fact that he has his fingers pumping in and out of her, searching for the spot that makes her buck her hips into him. His nose is crooked and large, obviously broken in the past, with a scar down the side of it. The eye black is streaky down his cheeks, but doesn’t make him any less stunning. And his hair. It’s a shaggy shorn gray blond, long on top and short on the sides, and she can’t stop herself from sliding her hands upward into it, fingers grasping and tugging on it. His head pulls back as she knots her fingers in his hair, and she leans to kiss him.

His lips meet hers, and she relishes in the burn of his stubble against her.

“Hi Simon.” Tova whispers against his lips, a smile curling over hers as the meaning of him barefaced settles into her like a truth that she’s always wanted to accept. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Good to see you too, Tova. I’m going to eat you out now.” He moves down her body as he speaks, and her hands stay in his hair, playing with the longer pieces and he pushes her dress up over her hips, exposing her to the cool air. His breath is warm on her thigh as he bites into one before moving in. Then his tongue is swiping up her cunt, nose nestling into her clit, and she gasps. She grinds into his face, movements uncoordinated and jerky, already overstimulated by him nuzzling her clit, licking her cunt, and still moving his fingers. His tongue joins his digits sliding inside her, and she squirms, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

His hand comes up to pin her waist, to stop her from moving, and she groans at how easy it is for him to stabilize her body. He’s so big, and it’s so easy for him to use it against her. She stills under the pressure, but her legs tighten and loosen around him, her body needing some form of outlet to move. She kicks a leg up over his shoulder, and the new position spreads her wider, allowing him to suck harder at her labia and move his fingers deeper. The moan that escapes from her is uncontrolled as he makes contact with a spongy spot inside of her that has her seeing stars.

She is almost, almost, distracted enough to miss the door to the bathroom slowly start to open. But not enough. She clenches, yanks her leg down and closes her thighs on reflex, trapping Simon between her. But he wrenches up and over her, shielding her. His bare face, glistening with her wetness, stares hard at the door. She watches from behind him, eyes widening as she realizes who is sneaking in.

Soap shuts the door behind him as he moves in, and locks it.

“Not very safe of you there, big man. Anyone could have walked in. Lucky it was just me.” He winks at her as he speaks, and she feels Simon soften and drop back to his knees in front of her.

“Do you want him here?” Simon says from between her legs, eyes boring into her. Soap stays leaning against the door, arms crossed and eyes glued to her form and Simon’s. It takes a few seconds for her brain to catch up, but once it does, Tova nods. “Make yourself useful, Johnny.” And then he’s diving back into her cunt.

Soap moves almost automatically, hands immediately coming to cup and thumb at her nipples while he brings his face close to hers. She stares at his lips as he does.

“Been wanting to do this for a while, Hen.” He says before kissing her. Kissing John is an entirely different experience than Simon. He moves enthusiastically, pushing her lips apart with his and grinning against her skin. She can’t help but smile back, bringing her hands up to knot in his fauxhawk. He groans into her as she does. “You were pure dead brilliant up there, by the way. Thought Simon would lose himself right there when you turned around. Me too, of course.”

Between her thighs Simon has found that spot again, hitting it repeatedly, and soon enough she’s a gasping, slippery mess, unable to stay focused on Soap’s lips. All she can do is pant against him, and his lips move down her neck to suck a similar spot on the column of her throat that Simon did, on the opposite side. Their hands both palm at her breasts, twisting the metal barbells, and between that and another sick swipe of Simon’s tongue, Tova is coming harder than she has in a while, a throaty moan echoing in the quiet bathroom.

Overstimulated, her chest heaves as Simon pulls away from her to stand up to full height. One hand comes up to pull Soap’s face away from her neck, and then they’re on each other. Simon’s face is still coated in her slick, and their lips move together messily.

“You taste bonnie, hen.”

“English, Johnny.” Simon bites his lip as he pulls away and heads back to her, sliding his hands up underneath her thighs and picking her up. Tova wraps her arms around his neck and lets herself be held. Simon moves his head, directing Soap who follows his lead with a smile. He slides behind her and jumps onto the sink, taking her place. And then she’s being put down into his lap, still facing Simon, back bracketed against John’s hot chest.

“I know what you mean John.” Tova whispers into his neck as she turns her head into his chest, ear against his heart to listen to the steady beat of it. His barking laughter is a good response that has her smiling, although her eyes are still glued to Simon who is maneuvering himself just enough out of his pants, cock hard and standing weeping against the hem of his black shirt.

“See Simon, our hen is a smart one.” Tova freezes at his words, and they both seem to notice. ‘Ours’. It could have been a slip of the tongue, but considering how they’re all positioned, she thinks it means more. Her heart pounds in the meaning, and she can’t help the thrill that soars through her at the thought of this happening again and again.

“Only if you want.” Simon adds, glaring at Soap. She can’t see his expression, but his grip on her tightens reflexively, thumb playing passively with her nipple piercing. Tova licks her lips, feels the burn of both of them on her face, and can only smile.

“I think I’d like that. A lot.”

“Steamin bloody Jesus, thank fuck.” John mumbles under his breath into her ear, and she grins up at him. She turns back to Simon, who has an uncharacteristically soft smile on his lips.

“Good. Now hold on to him because I’m going to fuck that perfect cunt of yours.”

Simon moves back into them, grasping the head of himself to line up with her, and she barely has a moment to adjust before he’s pushing slowly into her. He’s big, she realistically knew this just from looking at him and his huge hulking bulk. But feeling it inside of her, splitting her in two, is another thing. She pushes back reflexively into John, hands searching for his to grab. They bracket and meet hers, knotting their fingers together as Simon pushes in further.

“Taking me so good. Just look at yourself.” He murmurs as his hips come flush with hers, and her head falls back onto Soap’s shoulder, physically unable to cope with the pulsing of her cunt around him. He’s deeper in her than anyone has been before. It hurts but under the hurt is the searing pain of pleasure. “Like a fucking professional, you are. Your cunt was made for me.”

All she can do is moan in response, throat dry. John is chuckling against her, his chest moving with vibrations.

“I call dibs later.” Soap says, one hand releasing hers to come up and hold her breast, twisting her nipple and playing with the jeweled end. That thought, of being used again later by them both, has her clenching around his cock. Simon grits his teeth at the motion, but still begins to move, thrusting deep into her again and again. “Would you like that, Hen? The both of us on you?”

She nods, eyes falling closed as the sensations of it all come crashing down around her. Simon has a death grip on her thighs that is sure to leave bruises on her, while Soap has moved down to finger and play with her clit. At her agreement, Simon’s hips snap into hers, sending him deeper and making her moan. The tip of him touches a part of her that’s never been touched, and she squirms.

“Liked that, did you? My cock so deep in you that you can’t think? You’re so fucking needy for this?” His hips snap again, seating himself firmly up against her womb, before he pulls out fully and repeats the motion. Soap hasn’t stopped playing with her clit, and suddenly it’s all too much, and she’s coming again, gasping out a moan so loud that Soap brings his hand up to cover her mouth.

“Shh, Hen. Don’t want anyone else to hear you in here. This is just for us.” His hand stays there as Simon continues to move, fucking her through her orgasm into a loose sense of wonder and stimulation. All she can do is hold onto John’s arm as he bucks up against her back, hard in the small of her. The thought of him taking her from behind, both of them at the same time, has her brain loose. If her mouth was uncovered, her tongue would be lolling out of it, she’s sure.

They stay like that, her breathy moans escaping from behind Soap’s hand as he continues to play with her clit, and Simon continues to piston in and out of her, driving deep in her. The only noises that fill the bathroom are her panting and the slick gushing slide of Simon in and out of her. It’s too much, so filthy and wonderful that she can already feel another orgasm building just at the thought. His cock hits that deep spot inside of her again, and as he does he moves forward to kiss John again over her shoulder, the wet sounds of their kissing echoing in her ear. Her head falls back, and her chest heaves.

“One more, Love. Come on my cock one more time. I know you can do it, you filthy girl.” He’s so close to her that he isn’t thrusting anymore, but grinding into her, pushing his hips up against hers in a circular pattern. Soap’s hand is still miraculously moving between them. It doesn’t take much for her to squeeze her eyes shut and come again, body shaking and walls clenching around him. Over her, he groans low and deep, rumbling in his chest as he comes too, thrusting a few more times before she can feel him spurting away inside of her, coating her insides with him. And he stays in there, not removing himself. His chest is heaving against hers, John’s too, and she knows she is probably in a similar disheveled state.

After a while, she opens her eyes to find Simon looking down at her, a gentle unfamiliar look on his face. “Such a good girl.” He whispers as he comes down to kiss her, a soft meeting between them.

“Took him like a champ, Hen. Let’s get you cleaned up and back home for round two and see how you take me.” Soap mumbles against her throat, and all Tova can do is smile.

“You’re on.”

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[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: 5th Birthday

Narrated by Nikki.

Narrator: That was on... my 5th birthday.

Nikki: Yoyo, is my hair done? I wanna see...

Yoyo: Don’t move! It will be a mess if you do! Okay, grab the mirror and take a look. You like it?

Narrator: Nikki’s pink hair had been set in hair curlers all morning.

Narrator: Then, her sister carefully plaited her hair into two braids and left a wisp or two dangling from her ears. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds.

Narrator: In the mirror, she could see Yoyo holding several hairbands between her lips, studiously tying the final braid.

Nikki: I love it!

Narrator: Yoyo looked pretty too.

Yoyo: Of course you do. Mom always says I do the best hairstyles.

Yoyo: Dressing you up is my birthday present to you!

Yoyo: There, your hair’s all done. Now let’s go pick some clothes!

Narrator: 7-year-old Yoyo excitedly leads me into the closet.

Yoyo: Here are our clothes!

Narrator: Our outfits are both sorted out and accessorized and hanging up neatly in the closet.

Narrator: A cool black leather jacket with red and black check mini, and a dark brown duffel coat with a beautiful bird brooch.

Nikki: They’re ready! This is the one Mommy let me wear last time.

Yoyo: Yeah! She even asks my advice sometimes!

Nikki: Look, Yoyo! What’s that?

Narrator: There’s a really tall table inside the closet. I get up on my tippy toes for a better look -

Narrator: There’re some very pretty colors on top.

Narrator: Yoyo’s a lot taller than me, and can easily see what’s up there.

Yoyo: They’re Mommy’s designs.

Yoyo: Look! They’re the clothes we’re about to wear!

Nikki: Is that a drawing of the jacket hanging over there?

Yoyo: Yeah! Mom is an amazing designer. She can make anything she draws.

Narrator: It’s like magic!

Narrator: I turn over a page that still has some blank space.

Narrator: There’s a sketch of a girl with her eyes closed, as if waiting to have some clothes drawn on her.

Narrator: Was that the first time I felt the miraculous power of coordinating outfits?

Narrator: It was like I could close my eyes and make a wish, and the girl’s eyes would open and she would see herself in a whole new way.

Narrator: Just like Mommy said to me every morning.

Mom: What do you think? You like this outfit, Nikki?

Narrator: I hold my hands over my eyes, my heart bursting with expectation.

Nikki: I LOVE it! Thank you, Mommy!

Narrator: I take the paper back to my room, take out my crayons, and start to draw.

Narrator: I wanna be like Mommy and design amazing clothes...

Narrator: I wanna help people like Yoyo helps me, to find nice things...

Narrator: Yoyo comes over.

Yoyo: Nikki, I made a birthday outfit for you. Look-

Yoyo: Wha-! Nikki, what is that? Hahahahaha...

Yoyo: Nobody’s going to wear a thick woolen sweater with a flimsy lace skirt. If that’s what you’ve actually just drawn...

Nikki: ...Won’t they?

Yoyo: Mommy said, coordinating outfits isn’t just about looking good.

Yoyo: You need to think about when they’re going to wear it, in summer, or in winter?

Yoyo: And with rainbow hair! Hahahaha!

Narrator: Seeing Yoyo laughing her head off, I stop drawing.

Nikki: Is it very bad?

Narrator: The girl in the pictures still had her eyes closed. When she opened them, would she smile?

Narrator: Or would she cry...?

Narrator: Is this how Mommy feels when she’s waiting for me to open my eyes and see what clothes she’s got out for me?

Nikki: Yoyo... Which part looks bad? Tell me!

Yoyo: You’re only 5 and way too young! I’m 7 so I can design and style!

Nikki: A 5-year-old can’t do it?

Yoyo: That’s right. If you don’t believe me, ask Mommy when she gets home.

Narrator: I collect up my drawing and wait for Mommy to get home.

Narrator: I wonder what she’ll say?

Narrator: It’s getting late. Snow floats down past the window.

Narrator: The little tabby cat outside looks cold. It’s meowing.

Narrator: I open the window to let him in, but he runs away.

Mom: Ah! Nikki! Why are you opening the window?! It’s so cold outside!

Narrator: Mommy runs in, shuts the window. The cold follows her in.

Nikki: Mommy! You’re home!

Mom: Nikki! It’s your birthday tomorrow. Are you excited?

Nikki: Yes! Mommy, can I...

Narrator: Nervously I grip my picture behind my back.

Narrator: A mobile phone rings out.

Mom: Uh, sorry, Nikki. Mommy’s got to get this.

Mom: Hello? What feedback?

Mom: Ah... You put it on my desk? Was that your design?

Mom: I thought it was a scrap paper so I put it in the bin...

Narrator: Mommy looks apologetically at me and walks out of the room, talking on the phone. I start to feel very miserable.

Mom: But it looked like a random doodle. You say it took you 2 months. I’d never...

Narrator: Hm... My design looked like a doodle.

Narrator: Maybe... I should put it in the bin?

Narrator: After that disappointment, I never looked at that design again. Eventually, I lost track of it.

Narrator: Outside the window, snowflakes drift down and settle on the garden lawn.

Narrator: The design I made when I was five had been stowed away under my cupboard.

Narrator: Until today... when I found it again.

Choose either “I think it’s pretty good,” “Very creative,” or “Want to hear what Mom thought.”

If “good,” ...

You: I think your design is quite good...

Narrator: Haha, I think it would be nice to redesign it!

If “creative,” ...

You: It’s a bit strange, but very creative!

Narrator: You’re very kind. It all happened so long ago. It’s just a bit of fun to think about it now.

If “Mom,” ...

You: Hm... I’d like to know what your mom thought about it.

Narrator: She’d probably laugh her head off...

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Momo: Nikki! Hurry up! Your mom’s back!

Mom: Nikki, Dad said the shoot isn’t going well. He might not be able to make it back for your birthday.

Momo: Will there still be presents? Will I get one? Is it a barbecue feast?

Mom: Of course! We’ve got to collect barbecues from all over the world for Momo!

Narrator: Mom sits down next to me.

Mom: What are you looking at? Let me see.

Narrator: I hand her the design I made 12 years ago.

Narrator: Mom looks over it, then gives me the feedback that has been 12 years in the making.

Mom: Hahahahahahahaha! What a funny outfit! Nikki, did you draw this?

Nikki: Maybe it was silly of me, to think I could design something when I was five...

Mom: Anyway, that’s my girl! Sooo cute! Fancy you, not being good at design!

Narrator: Uh-huh. The design really was a lot worse than I remembered it.

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Chapter 3

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[luminousane]

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real. Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong. You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline.

Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy. If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together.

Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse. Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.