#I finally had some idea on how to shade yesss

[ravenrune]

A request for @flbrokensoldier! Okay okay but... Carlos x GN reader adopting a cat as a short fic or head cannons, just sheer fluff because yesss I love this request so much! I hope you like it. <3 No warnings. Short(ish) fic. 1192 words. Note for those who don't know: Ronaldinho played football/soccer for Brazil's national team, that's where the name comes from.

The Kitten

Finally, the day had come. It had taken you about a week or so, but you'd finally managed to convince Carlos to adopt a cat with you. He had never thought about getting a cat before. He was a dog person, or so he said. He was worried he wouldn't be too good with cats, because he didn't really understand them. 

Upon being asked about where these ideas came from, Carlos had just told you he'd never spent a lot of time around cats, and that their staring creeped him out a little. It's not that he was afraid, but there was just something about the animals that puzzled him. That's why he'd never considered getting one. 

After spending a lot of time talking to Carlos about how cats communicate and after showing him an obnoxious amount of cat videos, he'd conceded. He'd admitted they did look pretty cute, and that if it would really make you happy, you'd be adopting a cat. 

Today was the day. Today, you'd finally be picking out a furry little friend. From the shelter, of course, because you both agreed that adopting would be better than shopping, even if some specific breeds were almost irresistible. 

"It's bigger than I thought it'd be," Carlos said as you walked into the animal shelter. 

"There's a lot of them here," you replied, sounding sad. "There are so many animals that need a forever home. It's kind of heartbreaking, really." 

Carlos placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it a little. "We'll be bringing one to their forever home today, babe."

After a conversation with the people who run the shelter, they brought you to meet the animals. Immediately, you were overwhelmed. There were just so many of them. Some of the cats lived together in larger rooms, whereas others were locked inside of cages. There were cats of all colours, ages and sizes. Some approached you right away, while others hid at the sight of strangers.

"How the hell am I supposed to choose one?" You muttered as a cat rubbed against your legs. "They're all cute. Every single one of them."

Carlos didn't respond, so you turned around to see if he was still there. 

He was. He was standing near the side of the room, cradling a kitten in his hands. 

For a brief moment you forgot about all the cats around you, captivated by the sight of your strong, very outgoing man holding a kitten so very gently. 

He looked at you and smiled before looking down at the kitten again. It fit right in the palms of his hands and looked a shade of beige. You had to see it yourself, so you approached your man and the cat. 

"Carlos?" You asked. "You like it?" 

"I want this one," Carlos muttered softly. "It's so soft, and it's making these wonderful purring sounds… There's something weirdly comforting about it, or somethin'."

You smiled. "Can I have a look?" 

Quietly, he handed you the kitten. It looked adorable. Its hair was short, but there were slightly longer tufts of hair coming from its ears. You didn't remember ever having seen a cat with that particular colour in real life, and you had to admit you really liked it. 

Something seemed off about it, though… There was something not quite right with the cat's little face. 

"I think there's something wrong with her eye," you said to Carlos while softly stroking the cat.

"It's a boy. And he's blind in one eye. There's a little tag here that states it got badly infected as a result of an injury, and it had to be removed." Carlos looked at you and shot you the most impressive puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. "Come on, Y/N, we gotta adopt him." He pleaded. 

You looked down at the kitten again and felt your heart melt a little bit. You wanted to take him home, too, but you also wanted to make sure that Carlos would have some more time to meet all the other cats. 

You sighed. "We can't just make a decision that quickly. There are dozens of cats here. Don't you want to meet more of them?" 

"But look," Carlos protested. "he's got a handicap, right? So he's much less likely to get adopted, because most people want a cat that's like, perfect or somethin'. I don't care if he's missing an eye. He's soft, he purrs, looks cute as hell, and he fits exactly in the palms of my hands."

"He will grow. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do. He'll grow into a badass motherfucker if we take good care of him. And I know we will."

You couldn't suppress a laugh. "True. True, we definitely will."

Carlos smirked. "You said we will, so I guess that's a yes, then?"

The kitten moved in your hands, curling up into a little ball of fur. "Fine. It's a yes."

"Good." Carlos haphazardly tried to give you a hug, careful not to squish the kitten. "We'll be good cat parents to little Ronaldinho." 

You frowned. "What? Ronaldinho? We're adopting the cat, but we're going to discuss his name, because Ronaldinho won't be it." 

Carlos laughed. "I was kidding, don't worry." He patted you on the back and started leading you to the exit of the building, where you could officially adopt your cat. "I got you there, though." 

"Pffff." 

After filling out the necessary paperwork and receiving a letter that would allow you to have the kitten neutered for free, you made your way to the car. Carlos was holding the pet carrier and carefully placed it in the back of the car before sitting down next to it. 

"You're not sitting in front?" You asked. 

Carlos was leaning over the middle car seat and playing with the kitten with his fingers. "Nah, gotta keep an eye on the kitten," he replied. 

"I thought you weren't a cat person?" You couldn't resist teasing him a bit. 

He smirked and shrugged. "Maybe I was wrong."

You chuckled and started the car. "I guess you were, huh?" You paused for a moment. "I feel kind of bad we didn't look at any other cats, to be honest… There are so many of them who also need a forever home."

"That's okay," you heard Carlos say in the back of the car as you drove off. "Maybe we can get another cat someday, when we're all settled with this cutie."

"You mean that?" You asked, hopeful. 

"Hell yeah. Ronaldinho did play in a team, after all. We only need ten more!" 

You didn't even know how to reply to that. But damn, you were sure glad that you could call Carlos yours. He was one of the best things that ever happened to you, and now you two had a cat, too! What more could a person want?

"Isn't that right, Ronaldinho?" Carlos was whispering to the kitten. "You do need a team, right?" 

Yep, you were glad to call Carlos yours. But you sure hoped the kitten wouldn't be used to that name before you'd get him home. 

#resident evil #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #ravenrune writes #resident evil x reader

[somewhereinthepines]

I was reading chapter 5 of GP again and was going over the interaction that Chris and Ryan had, and I still don't quite understand what Chris was aiming to achieve with it. Much like Ryan. I understand that it had to do with paying attention and doing as you're told, so I thought that maybe that's what Chris wanted Ryan to do? Because in chapter 6, when he was breaking down a little, he told Ryan that he wasn't reading enough into what was going on between them (either that or he meant his condition). And that got me thinking that maybe in chap 5, he was trying to get him to pay attention to idk, the way he acts towards Ryan and why that is? He really got me confused. Imagine that Spider-Man meme where the 3 of them are in a triangle position pointing at each other that's me trying to unpuzzle Mr H's reasonings, plus Ryan, haha.

Also, I love how you portrayed Chris's darker side in that chapter (5). The way he kept invading Ry-Man's personal space, just a little, but enough to have an effect on him, it was hot, and poor Ryan had no idea what to do with himself. It made me wanna revisit chap 4 as well since that's where Chris's wolfish behaviours started rearing its head more. And that got me thinking about why exactly Dylan's comments to Ryan about him triggered the events of chap 5 & 6. Because we know Chris overheard Dylan teasing Ryan about the whole "do you know what Mr H's dick looks like?" thing, and then started teasing about the size of it...but I'm still stumped about why Chris would be annoyed that Dylan was talking to Ryan about it...unless he read into it with his "I refuse to allow this little upstart to ruin and pull my favourite counsellor away from me" shades on? There was also the detail of Dylan initiating simple contact with Ryan, but that too stumps me because yesss we know you're jelly Chris, but to go so far...hmm, why? Ohh and I loved the detail with him watching Ryan walk far away until he couldn't see him anymore, it was low-key creepy when I thought about it a bit more, but deliciously so! And the way Ryan was like "pfft, Chris will never know I've not actually gone to the toilet." and I was like either he has a secret camera around there...or he had decided to follow him.

Ahhh, I just love all the details so much! I can't wait until the next chapter when Ryan snoops around and when Chris comes back in the morning. Like Chris is gonna be feeling rough after shifting, and he's gonna be bombarded with Ryan's scent all over his things. He's gonna know he's been snooping, but the reaction.. oh, I'm excited. Besides those things, I was thinking about when Dylan was in his office in-game, he describes Kaylee and Caleb as "weird kids" so he has to have met them, so I was wondering if they might make an appearance like that? I thought it was nice of Ryan to defend them when he countered him by saying that he liked them. It was a little thing, but I thought it was sweet of him because he's usually quiet-spoken. I like the idea of Ryan genuinely being their friend like you showed in SB, I mean they were implied to be kinda close in-game with the one photo and stuff, but I really liked how you fleshed it out. Like I can imagine everyone being at camp, and the Hacketts show up and the other counsellors like Dylan think they're "weird", but Ryan makes an effort to show them that he likes that they're there. Chris would appreciate Ryan including and interacting with them, especially if the other counsellors wouldn't. Another imagining I had was where they're all there at camp, and some of the counsellors are making comments or bothering/low-key bullying Ryan, and Kaylee and Caleb are NOT having it. It's hard to imagine how they'd react exactly, like maybe overtly irritated, or passive-aggressively? I like thinking about another scenario as well, like where Ryan figures out that his trio of Hackett's are werewolves, and he just looks out for them. Kaylee and Caleb would finally have someone from the outside that knows their secret, and whom they don't have to hide from.

Sorry about the longish rambles, these were just some things I'd been thinking about and compiled into one ask, haha.

ahhh, chris had some specific idea at first. he knew, that ryan was lying to him, bc he supposedly went to the toilet like what 2 hours ago and now, he needs to go again? it’s a bit too soon for someone of his age lol. esp if he wasn’t drinking water to speed up the process. *taps the chin* in a way, this is a pretty basic observation on chris’s end. the rest was more of an educated guess. tho, i doubt that anyone, but him paid attention to it. like, to how often ryan eats/drinks water lol. chris is his ‘caretaker’, so it’s clearly ‘normal’ for him to pay attention to it. *nods* yup, nothing even slightly weird here. 

but ah, back to the main reason why chris picked such a method and what he wanted to achieve. well, at the very beginning, it was a lesson in discipline, making ryan wait, making him squirm and realize, that chris can be stern, if he (wants) has to be. he often gives ryan a leeway, he always goes easy on him. let him bend the rules and rarely scolds him. so it’s time to make the boy recall, who is ‘in charge’ lol. chris is actually kinda low-key bullied ryan through the whole ‘waiting’ process. it’s almost like he couldn’t help himself, but be a bit mean. and unknowingly this is how chris edged himself into what happened next. he told ryan to piss a few feet away from him, simply bc he wanted to see if he would. and bc he wanted to be there, if/when he’ll do it. he wanted his fav boy to piss in front of him. that’s really this pervented in the end, haha. the first part of it was a lesson, but then it escalated, bc chris couldn’t tell himself ‘no’. he repress his desire for ryan so hard, so that when an opportunity to at least get a bit close to things, that he wants to do, presents itself, he’s just so weak. he can’t simply remain in his ‘right mind’. and it was a day before the full moon. i imagine, that it’s when chris goes through some very violent mental motions. like he’s totally jerked off, after that whole thing with ryan, haha. and naturally, on the next day, when he realized what he allowed himself to do, and just how ‘horrible’ it was of him to let it happen...oh boy, chris got so deeply upset with himself. he is ryan’s mentor and friend, he shouldn’t do these things. ryan trusts him and he’s just being ‘terrible’, haha. so yeah, it started as a ‘lesson’ and ended up into a kink, that chris had no idea he had. all that rambling, that he does when he tells ryan to take a piss, is him self-soothing himself. if he’ll frame it as a continuation of a ‘lesson’, then it would make this less bad, right? hopefully, this explains it! like part of the reason why that fic will be darker, is bc ryan & chris surely will get more unhinged about one another later on. so it means, a kink or two. 

and thank you! chris’s darker side is certainly an interesting topic. he tries so hard to be ‘good’, but at the end of the day, he’s still a wolf. and ah, chris wasn’t pissed off bc of dylan’s comments per say. what had truly irked him was that ryan would go out of his way to not rat dylan out. bc really, he could have been like yeah, dylan asked me about that stuff. and that’s it. he wouldn’t have been in trouble, if he didn’t lie. from chris’s perspective, it looked less like ‘dylan is being vulgar’ and more as ‘ryan would lie for this guy’. but why would he do such a thing? why would ryan lie to chris, for some…dude? that’s so baffling to him. naturally, he’s not a fan of some random kid talking about his dick size, either lol. but it’s very small, compared to how ryan would attempt to fool him, when he seemingly had no reason to. and what if, ryan would do it again afterwards? what if it would go further, than this? inside chris’s mind, ryan doesn’t need ‘friends’ like this, esp bc he knows, that dylan aims to smth more. not just being buds. which is just unacceptable lol. for his own safety, dylan better settle for nick or smth…

the next chapter is ⅓ written lol. and dang, ryan would get some bad ideas after his findings. chris won’t be ready, haha. i almost feel bad for him. bc he would return being all like ‘i will make it right by ryan this time’. and like yeah no, my man. you won’t, haha. also, ryan would have no idea why chris would react the way he does. in his eyes, it went well. he would be so proud of himself, thinking: ‘i was so sneaky and stealthy, while i roamed through chris’s things. he didn’t notice anything’. and to chris it’ll be the opposite: ‘everything smells like ryan now. fuck my life’. 

oh tbh, i imagine, that ryan made friends with kaylee and caleb so easily, bc they’re ‘different’ from his other peers. ryan himself is a weird kid. so it makes sense, that he would feel comfortable with someone, who also doesn’t quite fit in. and i’m glad, that you liked my version of them. they’re fun extras and they will make an appearance, along with some uh ‘newer’ side-cast additions. and well, since we don’t know how exactly ryan met chris’s kids in canon, it’s always nice to imagine how it could have gone down. esp if yeah, ryan actually made an effort to socialize with them, despite being pretty quiet on main. and in my version, kaylee would definitely beat up anyone, who would have bullied ryan for real lol. and caleb, while most likely closer to personality to his father, would have also made sure, that no one would tease ryan too hard. i think, that he’s one of those chill dudes, who are actually hella scary, if he’ll get angry lol. kinda like chris. and ah, it would have been nice, if the game actually allowed ryan to pick a side. if he could know that chris & his kids were werewolves, and chose to stand them still. tho, won’t lie, i still chuckle a bit, when in the game, they find kaylee dead, and ryan is like shell-shocked and then, a second later is like fuck, what do we tell chris!? i swear, that kid is so single-minded, haha. his friend died and he still managed to track it back to her father, almost instantly. and it all happens, while dylan might be missing a hand, and nick being all weird toward abi in the background. but ryan is still going on and on about their camp operator.

and aw, please don’t be sorry about that! these things really make me happy. I always talk in long paragraphs, so it’s cool to see someone, who’s also invested in possible dynamics/ideas/motions. and who’s not afraid to talk about it as detailed as they wanna. and i always appreciate hearing your thoughts! or receiving asks! it really makes my day! 

#asks #quarry

[many-gay-magpies]

HELLO. GOOD MORNING. HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW CONCEPT PHOTOS OH MY GOOOODDDDDDD HEAD FULL. HEAD SO FULL MANY THOUGHTS. SEVERAL BODERLINE UNHOLY THOUGHTS. ANYWAYS ALSO UR HEESEUNG DRAWING!!! IM SO PROUD OF U FOR FINISHING HE LOOKS SO GOOD!!! THE SHADING AND LIGHTING IS REAL NICE !!!!

YESSS THE PAST SHENANIGANS OF TGE VAMPS. jakah would’ve been an Incurable street urchin/pickpocket back in the 1800s HES SO FAST HOW WOULD ANYONE CATCH HIM??? THEY WOULDNT ! and the idea of jino and jakah realizing that the random watch they stole off a guy is now more valuable than they could all imagine bc of how long has passed- they’d double over laughing and not even pawn it bc “hey- it’ll only be worth More the longer we wait !” AND THEM IN A MUSEUM LMAO imagine decelis takes a field trip to a museum for educational purposes and theyre like “how the Fuck did all this end up in riverfield this hideout is from a country over” and jaan literally has to clap his hand over shion’s mouth when he starts speaking. fantastic

YEAH . YEAH LOTS OF IMMORTALITY FEELINGS. i’m getting emotional thinking abt sooha trying to teach the boys how to Live again instead of just existing from place to place- sneaking out, celebrating birthdays (they’ve all stopped counting, but sooha forces them to celebrate hers ofc, and no one mentions how small that number feels to them, and how fast it runs out), watching movies (ofc the boys are mildly wowed by how far film has come since the 30s), and just . little things that she has come to appreciate about Living that they gave up/moved past a long time ago. yeah .

- vrvr anon

YES IVE SEEN THEY LOOK SO GOOD. THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL. some of the photos are sparkly and its literally feeding my soul; the styling and the vibes are everything, im so ready. BUT YES THE HEESEUNG!! IM DONE!! FINALLY!! after . *checks watch* yeah actually idk how long ive been working on him but MAN it has BEEN A BIT. that hair took me several days spread over multiple weeks im so glad its over HDBFJBFNF im proud of me too!! its the most detailed work ive posted i think, its like this big weight's been lifted off my shoulders-- thank you so much!!!

NO LITERALLY what we were talking about with jakah being fast and tiny and faster BECAUSE hes tiny, and therefore very good at slicing peoples' ankles . that would also apply to pickpocketing ! which in concept is just very fun to me! after the vamps escape the orphanage and start their new lives on-the-run, it's probably a while before they're able to grasp onto any sense of stability, so in those early years (which could mean anywhere from three years to like, thirty) they probably do a lot of pickpocketing and general minor misdemeanors in order to survive. also as far as food goes, even if they can eat SOME human food (like we saw shion eating ice cream that one time), its probably only liquids or liquid-adjacent foods, and they are still fundamentally vampires whose main source of food is blood. they wouldnt want to drink from humans, because something something morals something something still being conflicted about being vampires in the first place, but i DO wonder if the towns they pass through have... lots of complaints of suddenly/mysteriously disappearing or dead pets and livestock.

LMAO YES THE MUSEUM shion would totally be the one to start babbling out loud about all his stuff being behind glass and jaan has to shut him up and remind him "there is a REASON we talk to each other telepathically you brat".

oh the immortality feelings... the sooha feelings.... theyre real. and i actually have a lot of feelings specifically ABOUT the boys and birthdays because if they had their memories wiped as soon as they came to the orphanage, they wouldnt exactly REMEMBER their birthdays, would they? and for a while (because of how the people in the orphanage isolate them) they probably wouldnt even know that birthday celebrations are a THING. after escaping, they'd probably stumble across a few, and there'd be yet another bulletpoint added to the list of experiences they'd missed out on because of the orphanage—maybe they'd celebrate the day they all woke up together at the orphanage, since to them that sort of WAS their birth; or a second birth, anyway (since none of them remember the first). they'd celebrate the beginning of their bond and give new meaning to a day that used to have only negative connotations (the day they were kidnapped, the day they were trapped, the day they began to be altered irreversibly from the people, the CHILDREN they once were). or maybe they'd celebrate the day they escaped, instead—after all, they didn't REALLY start living (ironically enough) until they were free. but after a while, like you said, they'd probably forget; they've lived so long that keeping track of the years via some arbitrary celebration doesn't seem necessary anymore—that's what the new year is for. but then sooha comes along, asking them about birthdays and parties and when they should celebrate, then expresses shock when she hears that they don't celebrate their birthdays at ALL. they of course explain it to her; they dont remember their actual birthdays, plus they've lived so long that celebrating another year feels inconsequential. she insists, well, if you dont celebrate YOUR birthdays we'll just celebrate mine—and when the day comes she drags them all to some diner or ice cream parlor or movie theater in town and they spend the day together. the boys realize—or remember—huh, this isnt actually so bad; and maybe when everything quiets down sooha says to them, "when you get your memories back, we'll celebrate ALL of your birthdays."

so, yeah. feelings <//3

#asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon universe #dark moon nonsense #dark moon

[wanyinchen]

JIUJIUUU!!!!!!!!! ________________________

This is based on the newest update of the MDZS manwha where the Lan groupies are fangirling and boying about my bby Twin Jades.  So basically, the whole Yunmeng Jiang clan is just a really big and elite squad of deadly feral stans of Jiang Cheng.  And yes, Lan Jingyi is an honorary part of the YMJ JC PROTECC SQUAD cos duh that's his dad. 

And if you’re wondering who are those two lovely ladies, they are MinZhen and LinZhen, JC’s purple spiders, from @/theangelmojo’s universes. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! BTW I headcanon that JC’s waist is the envy of the female Cultivation world, so that's why they blacklist him. And for other reasons such as the YMJ squad is too protective. And Jin Ling also is too protective and picky. And also lest one would face the jealous wrath of one angy Lan Xichen.

#jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jin ling #jin rulan #lan jingyi #fairy #yunmeng jiang squad #minzhen #linzhen #mo dao zu shi #mo dao zu shi fanart #I finally had some idea on how to shade yesss #im embarassed that it took so long to figure out shading huhuhuu #anyways #JC pls step on me

[watermelonsugawara]

Hi wife ❤️❤️ give me some jealous Kuroo action please!!! like you’ve been studying w a guy from one of your classes a bunch and he doesn’t like it. It can be SFW or NSFW, whatever your preference is but I would really enjoy a jealous kuroo 🤤

YESSS MY BEAUTIFUL WIFEEE hi :) lemme give u some kuroo foooood

❥ warnings: nsfw; like a lil spice?; a liiiiittle teasing, a liiiiittle grinding, fingering, choking, spitting, creampie, JK A LOT OF SPICE LMFAO

❥ characters: jealous!kuroo x fem!reader

❥ a/n: kuroo can fuck dis pussy up any day. thats literally my only note lmfao. so uhhh here u go yall

ALSO MY BAD ILL PUT A KEEP READING WHEN IM OFF MOBILE LOLL

❥ wc: idk i typed on my phone i’ll figure it out later lol

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Kuroo continued to tap his pencil against his textbook, echoing throughout the coffee shop. He held his chin in his hand, checking the time every few minutes. 3:43 pm, his phone read. 7 more minutes before (Y/N) leaves, he thought, pouting to himself. He didn’t realize his pout was visible to you until you closed your book and reached a hand across the table to stop Kuroo’s incessant pencil taps. The feeling of your small hand on his pulled him out of his thoughts to look at you.

“Tetsu, what’s wrong?” you asked, rubbing small circles on his hand. Your boyfriend had known you had a partner project that you had been working on for a few weeks, so you’ve been cutting your study dates short to meet with your classmate. Despite knowing every time, Kuroo acts pouty all over again, seeming to count down the seconds before you have to go.

“Nothing,” Kuroo sighed, covering your small hand with his large one, “I’m just gonna miss yoooooooou.” He drawled out the last word and pouted his plush lips.

“We are finishing up the project today, so I’ll be out a bit longer,” you began, and Kuroo’s eyebrows immediately furrowed. “But then I won’t have to leave our study dates early again. I’ll meet you back at the apartment, okay baby?”

Kuroo concealed his jealousy with a soft smile as he nodded in agreement. He watched as you began packing up your belongings to go meet your classmate at the library. It made his blood boil knowing your attention was going towards another guy, even just for some school project. He cleaned up his own books and pushed in his chair at the table. He planted a quick kiss on your lips before you two parted ways.

Kuroo sat on the couch at your apartment, shaking his leg anxiously. He picked up his phone to check the time, the bright screen reading 8:34 pm. He frowned at the absence of your texts and your absence in general. He tried to put his focus back to his homework, but his mind continued to wander. He didn’t even know what this guy looked like anyway. Surely this classmate isn’t more attractive than him ...right?

Kuroo shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind just as you turned the key in the doorknob. He instantly perked up at the sound, nearly leaping off the couch to greet you. You couldn’t even set your bag down as Kuroo snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

“(Y/N), I missed you,” Kuroo said against your skin, his voice a little deeper than usual. His voice vibrated against the crook of your neck, sending a spark of heat through your body. You pulled away from the hug to look at your boyfriend, a soft smile painted across his face. You cupped his jaw and pulled him to a kiss that was intended to be quick, but there was a hint of neediness coming from the way Kuroo’s lips moved against yours. You pulled away to look at home once more. “Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yes, I just missed you... a lot. I hate being away from you,” Kuroo said quietly, his face heating up slightly. You looked at him puzzled, as you’ve been gone to study with friends countless times before, but then it clicked.

“Babe, are you jealous?” You questioned, emphasizing the last word just a bit too hard causing Kuroo’s face to turn an even deeper shade of red. Clearly he didn’t like to say the actual word out loud, you felt his grip on your waist get a little bit tighter.

“Maybe, but is that so bad? You’re my girlfriend and I don’t want any guys getting the wrong idea,” Kuroo responded sharply, his envy getting the best of him. The thought of someone else’s hands on your skin set a fire ablaze beneat his skin, making his muscles tense.

You set your bag down and slipped your jacket off your shoulders, hanging it on the hooks by the door. You held your boyfriend’s face in your hands, seeing the conflicting feelings of envy and desire in his expression. You pulled his ear close to your mouth and whispered, “I’ll always be yours, Tetsu.”

The way you breathed his name against his ear caused his cock to twitch in his sweats. He quickly pulled you into another heated kiss, grabbing the backs of your thighs to lift you up. You pushed off the floor and jumped into his arms with ease, his hands quickly finding purchase on your ass underneath your skirt. You kiss the sensitive spot near his ear, pulling a low growl out of Kuroo. He walks the two of you over to the couch where he sits and you feel his length pressing against your center. You moaned at the feeling, grinding down harder against him. Kuroo slipped a hand between your bodies towards your center, biting his lip at the feeling of your juices along your folds.

“Holy shit, kitten. You’re so wet already,” he breathed, running a finger up and down your slit. You moved your hips, desperate for more contact, but Kuroo quickly took note of this pulls his hand out from your panties and you whined at the lost of contact. “Someone’s eager,” Kuroo smirked.

“Tetsu please, I need you,” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat speed up. He wrapped his large hand around your neck, your lips parting at the pressure but no sound comes out. His other hand slips his thumb into your mouth, marveling at how your plush lips suck around his finger, the feeling of your hot tongue making precum leak from the tip of his cock. He dragged his thumb out to open your mouth, and right as you closed your eyes, you felt his spit land on your tongue, letting out a loud moan before swallowing it as quickly as it came.

“Good girl, always so ready for me,” Kuroo praised, releasing a hand from your neck to lie you down on the couch. He pulled your shirt over head and unclasped your bra, wasting no time to cup your breasts and suck on your sensitive nub, pinching and swirling his finger around the other. He peppered kisses down your abdomen before pulling off your panties, his long fingers brushing your slit, gathering your essence. Your back arched as he pushed in two fingers at once, your hands immediately gripping his strong biceps. His fingers pumped deep into you, quickly finding the soft spot that made your toes curl. Endless rambles and gasps fell from your lips as he hit your spot over and over, but he pulled out his long fingers just as the heat in your stomach reached its peak.

Kuroo quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers simultaneously, his thick cock finally free from its restraints. Kuroo uses the juices from his fingers to coat the head, and he hovered over you to line up with your core. He moved his hips to tease your folds with the tip of his cock, causing you to writhe beneath him as you whispered, “Tetsu, please, I want you inside me.”

“Well fuck, when you say my name like that, I can’t resist kitten,” Kuroo groaned and he pushed his cock into you slowly, your walls stretching around the head. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how full you felt, and he was only halfway. You wrapped your legs around his waist to push him even further into you. Kuroo clenched his jaw as you clenched around him, the slick of your walls driving him insane.

“My god, kitten you’re just sucking me in,” Kuroo groaned, his eyes locked on where you two were connected. “Your pussy was just made to fit around my cock, wasn’t it?” Kuroo continued to rut his hips into you, going at a relentless pace. He’d pull back until just the head was still inside your pussy before slamming his hips back into you and hitting you g-spot, curses spilling out of your mouth. Kuroo leaned down to suck dark marks into your skin, soothing the spots with his wet tongue. Your hands carded through his hair, pulling it into fists, making him moan against your hot skin. A strong heat began to pool in your stomach as Kuroo mercilessly hit the spongy spot inside of you.

His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release, slowly attempting to pull out before he finished, but you used your legs to keep him inside you. Kuroo looked up at you, his pupils blown just thinking about what you’re gonna say next.

“Fill me up, baby, I want it, I n-need it,” you moaned, sending Kuroo over the edge. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and with a loud groan he came inside you, the feeling of his white ropes of cum inside you brought you to your own climax, crying out his name he fucked you through your high.

Kuroo pulled out and slumped beside you on the couch, both of you trying to catch your breath. You started to feel Kuroo’s cum drip out of your pussy, but before you could close your legs, Kuroo slid his hand to catch it with his finger, sliding it into your overstimulated walls. You bucked your hips at the feeling and looked over to him with wide eyes.

“Oh, you thought I was done with you, pretty girl?”

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#kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #haikyuu smut #alli writes some spice #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader

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You're doing prompts! Yesss you have no idea how happy that makes me cause I love you're writing so so so much its so amazing soo yayyyyyy 🥳🥳 can I request prompt 32? Things you said I wouldn't understand. Maybe some wolfstar? I'm just a slut for your fics so I would probably die if you wrote this. Even if you don't that's fine I never wanna pressure you soo yeah love you 💕💕

~Notes: Gorgeous, this message is literally so fucking kind and I am absolutely SOBBING!!!! You are such a fucking gorgeous soul! And this means the galaxy! And I’m sorry! This screams angst, but I had a really really fucking awful day, so I just wanted to escape with some fluff :( But if you want me to redo I promise I will! Or you can send me another prompt and I’ll write angst! I adore you!!!

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Sirius realizes on an ordinary Tuesday morning as he spills the chocolate chips into the batter of the first batch of flapjacks, that he and his husband of over a decade haven’t had a date night for three months.

Three! Ruddy! Months!

THat’s completely not on! especially considering that now that the twins have entered their terrible twos they’ve barely had any energy at all  to go beyond furtive hand jobs and messy kisses in almost just as long. Sirius misses his bloody husband damn it!

“Daddy?” Angelica asks with owlish eyes  from where she and her younger brother, Teddy, are standing on either side of him with their expectant  plates in hand. “You look peaky.”

“Like you’re gonna puke,” Teddy tacks on helpfully, his ordinarily tawny curls  turning a putrid shade of  green just to emphasize his point. And Sirius silently reminds himself to tell Tonks off for teaching his kid such rude gestures once she gets back from her honeymoon with that Muggle bird of hers.

“Oi, you guys are going to make your old man feel like he’s the Hogwarts squid if you keep on.” Sirius tells them with a soft tug on Angelica’s ponytail and a cluck of a tongue directed towards his son.

“You’re father’s probably still just getting use to the time difference after getting back from the states.”

Sirius straightens up— pulse spiking in that way it always has around Remus ever since they had first begun to go out as fifth years— and spots him padding into the kitchen, beautifully sleep rumpled and cradling a babbling Maeve in one arm, while her twin, Matthew, toddles along side them with a meaty thumb in his mouth. Though he immediately begins sprinting towards Sirius once realizing that he’s finally home from teaching those Americans the newly enhanced defense tactics that the British Aurors have been utilizing to successful degrees.

“THere’s my Matty,” he crows, lifting him up in the air and blowing a raspberry into his belly while the toddler squawks with glee.

“Daddy home! Daddy! Daddy!”

“And he brings with him enough noise to rival the frog choir,” Remus notes absently.

Sirius waggles his tongue over at him, heart stuttering when he watches the morning sun spilling through the wide partition and unspooling golden in Remus’s hair. “You need it, gorgeous, considering you couldn’t wake up to your own ruddy alarm.”

Remus smiles in that abashed way that’s always been more devious than most give him credit for, “It’s the seventh year Ravenclaws, I think they will actually end up giving me an aneurism with how much extra they write in the essays.”

“Alas, I’m too pretty to be a widow,” Sirius sighs, tossing Matthew up in the air once more and cradling him into  his arm before walking over to Remus and dipping down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

“You could’ve woken me up you know,” Remus mumbles, shifting from foot to foot while sliding Maeve into her high chair. “The moon’s not til tomorrow night.”

Sirius ducks his head, scratching the back of it with appropriate diffidence. “I just didn’t want to disturb you, love.”

Remus doesn’t catch his eye as he begins to walk over to the counter and brings the other portions of the meal to the table, lips pinched and shoulders stiff. “I’m not a total invalid, Sirius. I could welcome my husband home after a week apart.”

“What’s that mean, Tad?” Teddy asks, oblivious to the undercurrent of hurt in his father’s tone and  energetic as always while scrambling into his own seat around the breakfast nook, wide eyes glowing with that easy mirth that Sirius is thankful every day his children can feel without any lingering ghosts. “A, erm— In—valvid."

“It means your Tad’s a bit brassed off at me, Ted.” Sirius answers for him, affecting a light hearted cadence. "And that I better get round to finishing up breakfast or else he’ll give me that stiff upper lip of his.”

Remus pins him with a glare from over his shoulder while Sirius sets Matthew into his own seat besides his sister, but his features are softened and Sirius knows that it means he’s close to being forgiven.

“Daddy can I have blueberries in mine,” Angelica asks as he returns to the oven.

“Course, jellybean,” Sirius answers, adopting the pet name that Hope had called her granddaughter ever since they had brought her back from the hospital eight years ago. Sirius loved it even more once finding out that it was actually a reference to some sort of Muggle treat that Remus use to eat by the handfuls as a lad.

“OmyChocomydadzee,” Ted yells towards them with a wedge of cheese in his mouth before sticking his fork into the plate of sliced fruit so to waggle it in front of a giggling Maeve.

“Sorry, son, I don’t understand trollish. Or is that some sort of highly advanced Metamorphmagus language that your Aunty Dora has been teaching you on the sly that we lowly, ordinary wizards couldn’t possibly understand?”

Teddy rolls his bright eyes with a huff, swallowing down pointedly before speaking again. “Only chocolate in mine, just like Tad!”

“Manners, Ted, remember please and thank yous.” Remus says, long suffering as he eases down into his own seat and sips from the mug of coffee that Sirius had already prepared for him. “Though yes, I’d like mine to be chocolate too, Sirius, if you’re taking orders.”

Sirius grins indulgently at them before peering down to his eldest. “Angie darling, what shall we do with their teeth once they fall out from all that sugar?”

Angelica laughs glowingly, and Sirius brushes back her chestnut bangs with a reverent hand.”The snow warlock outdoors could use it since he’s only got a carrot nose after Matty ate the chocolate frogs we were s’pose to  use for his smile.”

“Brilliant!”

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After they’ve all eaten, Teddy and Angelica race outside to await the Potters amidst shouts of “Shut your trap,” from a peeved off Teddy every time Angelica taunts him over his crush on Effie, and the twins dig into their toy chest in the living room while Sirius and Remus spell away the mess that always ensues after a meal with the Lupin-Blacks.

“Andromeda wants us to bring the Christmas pudding this year,” Remus idly tells Sirius while he enchants the dishes to begin washing themselves with a graceful flick of his wand. Remus ordinarily prefers cleaning them by hand, so Sirius has an inkling that the impending full moon has already  begun aching in his bones. Merlin’s saggy bollocks does he wish this new, experimental potion would just escape the bureaucracy of the Ministry so that the man who is his other half could at least have a small relief.

“Is that along with the wine and fresh cranberry sauce she’s asked for?” Sirius says, saddling up behind Remus, bending slightly so to nuzzle his nose along the hollow of his long neck.

“Mmm, she thought you might say that, and wanted to kindly remind you that she carried a set of twins for us when she was forty even though we promised that Ted would be the last sprog.”

“Pff, as if I’d let potter outdo us.”

“We definitely didn’t let that happen,” Remus snorts. “The twins and Pip will surely be the next generation Marauders, God save Minerva.”

“Exactly!” Sirius sneers, locking his arms around Remus’s torso. “Besides ’s not like it’s our fault Meda’s bloody eggs decided on a two for one deal.”

Remus stifles a laugh, leaning back into the embrace and setting his hand over Sirius’s where he’s begun thumbing small circles against his abdomen. “Yes, well if you’d like to have that argument with her?”

“Oh, she’s full of it. I know that the twins are her favorites, spoils them rotten I tell you Moons.”

“Well it’s hard not to with such cute faces,” Remus says, turning his head slightly so to peer over at the pair of them through the doorway. Maeve is munching on the leg of her barbie and Matthew is clashing together pieces of two completely contradictory puzzles. Sirius swears that his chest might implode with the love he feels for his chaotic, little family.

“Course they’re cute, Moons,” he says loftily instead of the incredibly sappy emotions that are flooding his insides. “They’re are kids, cute is in the genes.”

“Cocky bastard,” Remus snorts before turning around in his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. And yes, the sight of Remus curled around the latest essay he’s meant to be marking up with the baby monitor for the twins’s room clutched in his left fist, was an absolute heavenly sight, but Sirius thinks this more hands on approach is a much more appropriate welcome after dealing with an ocean between them and six nights apart.

“Mmm, does this mean I’m not in the dog house anymore?” Sirius asks hopefully, trailing a path of kisses along Remus’s jawline and stopping at the hinge where it meets his neck so to suck only slightly, reveling in the beautifully familiar taste of his husband.

“You were never in the dog house you daft mutt,” Remus reproves in a voice that could’ve been caustic if it weren’t for his words going breathy half way through and his hands clutching tightly onto Sirius’s shoulders. “’S just— Just… Nothing.”

Sirius feels his stomach twist, pulling off of him with a scowl set on his face, and refusing for Remus to just brush this aside, the way he’s always want to do instead of talking about anything that actually might be hurting him. Like he’s afraid that his sodding feelings are somehow a burden, the self-possessed bastard.

“Tell me,” he intones, brooking no arguments while he gently takes Remus’s face in hand so he can’t look away.

His gorgeous features twist up, indignant and mulish, but they relax almost just as quickly, a defense tactic that’s melt away almost completely after so long of being intwined with one another in the most intimate of ways.

“Sirius, there was a time that you could hardly keep your hands off of me after being away for less than half as long,” Remus tells him, voice wavering only slightly. “And I understand if it’s getting tiring having to parent around the moon’s schedule—“

“What the bloody fuck are you talking about,” Sirius really meant to listen to him all the way through, he did! But he can’t help just how furious he got at the sound of that absolutely ridiculous conclusion Remus has somehow conjured up in his impossible mind. Positively hates how this is still such a point of sensitivity Remus has when it regards to their relationship.

“Sirius—“

“Don’t be a completely idiotic arse, Lupin!” Sirius very nearly shouts, absolutely broiling. “You are the love of my life, and I wouldn’t change a single sodding thing about us! And I swear to Merlin or Morgana or whoever the fuck else, that if you begin speaking such rubbish again, I’ll have to lock you up in our bedroom, and show you just how intensely I mean that.”

Remus’s face has gone flushed throughout Sirius’s diatribe, and his hazel eyes twinkle with that adoring way of his that always makes Sirius’s heart lodge somewhere in his diaphragm. “Lupin-Black.”

“Pardon?”

“You called me Lupin, it’s Lupin-Black now, has been for quite a while.”

Sirius chuckles lowly, feeling his righteous anger  deflate as  he crowds Remus against the kitchen island and presses their foreheads together. “You done being a senseless sod then?”

Remus locks his hands around Sirius’s neck, kisses his cupids bow with a tender earnestness. “You still could’ve woken me up.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t be exhausted for tomorrow, love.” Sirius reiterates, kissing him with feeling before pulling apart once more. “Though if I’m being totally honest,  I would’ve liked it if you could’ve wanked me off in hello.”

“That’s all you would’ve wanted?” Remus asks smugly, the tip of his index finger tracing idl patterns  against Sirius’s neck.

“Mmm, don’t tease me, Moony.” Sirius tells him before sharing another snog. “I was just thinking earlier on that it’s been three ruddy months since I’ve had you to myself for the entire night.””

Remus’s smile brightens, “Oh yeah? You’ve missed that have you?” He bucks forwards, and Sirius can feel him pressed completely against his front.

“I think I might go mad very, very soon, Mssr Moony if we don’t correct this most awful of grievances.”

Remus laughs fondly, kissing the tip of his nose with a smile on his face. “Well I reckon that the twins are old enough to sleep through the night, and Grandma Lupin is always asking after them.”

Sirius brightens ten fold, “Really?”

“I’m sure the kids won’t mind spending an extended weekend on the Welsh coast.” Remus nods.

“Right, good. Yes! Let’s use that tellamabob thing.”

“But the kitchen’s still a mess.”

“Remus, please have mercy on me,” Sirius begs with his best pleading look until his husband finally relents in that worldweary way of his, even if it’s him who snatches Sirius’s wrist and drags him to that muggle contraption, an excited jittering to his grasp all the while.

Sirius is irrecoverably in love with such a bellend.

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#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #REMUSXSIRIUS #SIRIUSXREMUS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #MARAUDERS #SPILT INK #SUGARPLUMS #Sweetest babes

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LMAO I SAW YOUR NOTES AND SAME TIANA AND NAVEEN SHOULDA BEEN HUMANS FOR THHE WHOLE MOVIE!!!!! LFKGJFDLGDFLGFD i swear i never cared about the tale of the frog prince sdlfkjsdljs wasnt interesting enough wish they used another tale lmaooooooo. i always liked rapuzel. aND THAT was wayyy before the movie came out-----wished they gave us that instead of the frog bullshit. TSK.

but yesss disney was scared of their hotness and that's why they were frogs for the whole damn movie sldjdslfkjsdfs like their human form is BLINDING - LIKE I CANNOT WATCH THAT MOVIE TOO MUCH OR ILL DIE FROM THE HOTNESS DSLFKJSDFDS🔥

ITS LIKE WE CAN ONLY HAVE 1 BROWN-SKINNED COUPLE LOOKING AT CHU ALADDIN AND JASMINE- ITS NOT A COMPETITION GURL GIVE US MORE.🤲🏾

But if it was a competition......WELL TIANA AND NAVEEN WOULD WIN. 💯I SAID WHAT I SAID DSLFJKSDLFJDSLFDJS😩🥵🤣

BEST COUPLE LMFAO

YEA--!!! >:( I remember WAY WAY back when it had been announced for theaters in like 2009 and as a kid, it was a fun movie, but reflecting on some things about the movie- --> I wanna know WHY Tiana's story was tied to a princess and the frog animal theme. I can't think of any other princess who is turned into an animal for a majority of her own film? Why, when finally taking an opportunity to have a black princess on screen, is she not allowed to be presented as a young black lady on the big screen? Like, her back story is compelling, it pulls at your heart strings and gives such a good insight into why Tiana gives her ALL to work so hard for her dream. She's an admirable role model who knows her worth, is diligent, and sticks to her morals. The I can't say I got as much out of other princess movies. (ex: the moral of sleeping beauty is don't be an idiot pissing off powerful witch women and also go to bed )

It's like, come on gorl, don't be shy, we got like 20 different shades of eggshell with your white Disney princesses, why didn't you do some work and give Tiana a story where she was not enchanted into something different? AND Naveen's character growth was beautiful, BUT U KNOW WHAT WOULD'VE BEEN EVEN MORE BEAUTIFULER??? TO HAVE SEEN HIM BE UWU OVER TIANA AS PEOPLE PERSONS, THAT WOULD'VE BEEN REALLY NICE AND GOOD >:(((( YOU COULDN'T BE MORE 100% RIGHT ABOUT THEIR FEAR OF INCLUDING HOT PEOPLE IN THEIR MOVIE 😖💔💔💔

I feel excitement for what they could finally do with their upcoming Tiana and Naveen project-- BUT-- I'm hoping that they have a team that involves black creators who can give more ideas and feedback for how they can develop their adventures. /_______\ (I don't know what the make up for the original movie may have been, but couldn't hurt to have a wider range of people give input on a project anyhow imo)

Rant over-!!

#ask #the princess and the frog #point. blank. PERIOD!!!!! #@the-realm-of-weirdness

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Fandom: DC Titans

Title: It’s Good To Be Home

Pairings/Relationships: Core Four, Dickkory, Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth

Summary: The Wayne Manor was truly breathtaking. Rachel heard a few stories about the place from Dick and from Donna, she even got to sneak a glance at it through their memories but actually seeing it with her own eyes was a whole different experience.

The car slowed down rounding the fountain and her heartbeat sped up in her chest. They were here.

Hugs | 13. Group hugs, Core Four - for Vanessa N Isaacs

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The Wayne Manor was truly breathtaking.

Rachel kept staring at it with her nose glued to the windshield of the black SUV that was taking her there. After a twelve-hour flight from Themyscira and landing in New York the Amazons really surprised her saying that they are going to escort her to Gotham and not San Francisco. Since then she was wondering what might be the reason the team relocated there (and she was hoping it was temporary) but she didn't mind as long as she'd be reunited with her family.

Right now though she wasn't thinking about that, because her mind was occupied with this enormous castle-like mansion with giant windows and high towers and open taraces and a fountain in the center of the driveway. Rachel heard a few stories about the place from Dick and from Donna, she even got to sneak a glance at it through their memories but actually seeing it with her own eyes was a whole different experience.

The car slowed down rounding the fountain and Rachel's heartbeat sped up in her chest.

They were here.

And then there was Dick - standing next to Kory with his hands in his pockets and head held high. He looked more nervous than excited and Rachel had to resist the urge to roll her eyes thinking about how frantic and worried he must have been this whole time. But when he noticed her and their eyes met, his face instantly lit up, lips turning up in a brightest smile and Rachel was getting out of the car even before the engine stopped working.

Standing in line in front of the main entrance were Dick, Kory and Gar. She had no idea they'd be notified of her arrival but apparently they knew she was coming and now there's a whole welcoming committee waiting for her. Gar was bouncing on his feet, his excitement threatening to explode like a bomb. Rachel couldn't decide what was brighter - his smile or his green hair.

Kory, gorgeous as always, was standing in the middle with her arms crossed over her chest and lips stretched in a wide happy grin. She was dressed from head to toe in various shades of her beloved purple, from high heel boots and leather pants to the shiny glittery shirt. Her long hair was darker than Rachel remembered but she smiled when she noticed that the iconic thick curls were back.

At first she just stood there, happy to stretch her legs after a long drive and looked at them, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. They didn't move either, as if paralyzed by some invisible force, watching her from a distance.

She's not sure who took the first step.

Maybe it was her, too eager to finally reunite with them after so long. Or maybe it was them, heading towards her together as one because they couldn't stand being apart for even one second longer.

She's not sure who took the first step but Dick got to her first.

All Rachel knew was that she was running and suddenly she found herself engulfed in his strong embrace, the sensation pushing all air out from her lungs. She linked her arms around his neck when he picked her up and started twirling around in circles with her, laughing into her ear. Her feet were dangling in the air and Rachel started giggling and squealing in delight as well, feeling like a little kid. 

"Finally!" he sighed breathlessly when they stopped and he put her back on the ground. "Welcome back, sweetheart."

She stepped away from his hold to look at him but that's when she was captured again in two different sets of arms. She didn't even notice when Gar and Kory threw themselves at her, hugging her as tight as they could.

"It's been way too long." Kory told her, pressing a kiss to her temple. Rachel leaned her head to her and the two of them pressed their cheeks together, smiling.

"Don't leave us like that again!" Gar whined with his head on her other shoulder, squeezing her even tighter. Rachel started giggling again but this time it quickly turned into a choked up sob. She promised herself she wouldn't cry, but she couldn't hold it back now that she was with her family again.

Dick's expression softened, his eyes gazing at her affectionately.

"Oh, honey."

"I've missed you so much, guys." Rachel chuckled through tears, looking each one of them in the eyes. Dick walked up to the group and wrapped his arms around them all, pulling them into a group hug with Rachel in the middle.

"We've missed you, too, Rach." he murmured and kissed the top of her head.

"Mhmm." Kory nodded and cuddled closer.

"Like hell." Gar added and buried his face in her shoulder. 

The three of them held her so tight she was starting to run out of air.

"Guys-" she gasped, trying not to laugh too much. "I can't- breathe-"

Mumbling their apologies they loosened their hold a bit, but none of them were planning on completely letting go of her. They surrounded her, arms still linked together and looking at their smiling faces, Rachel couldn't be happier. It's good to be home, even if it wasn't the Tower. Dick, Kory and Gar were here and her home was with them. 

Dick's face caught her attention, his eyes to be specific and she raised an eyebrow at him, smirking.

"Are you- crying?"

"No!" he said instantly, but wiped at his cheek with the back of his hand.

"He totally is." Gar teased him, joining in on the fun. "He was one giant bubble of emotion since the moment we found out you're coming back."

"That's not true." the older man huffed.

"Oh please, that was nothing!" Kory's laugh rang in the air and Rachel turned to her with sparkling eyes. "You should have seen him in the first few weeks after you left. He was a mess!"

Gar burst out laughing, earning himself a deadly glare from Dick. Rachel couldn't stop grinning like an idiot at this entire exchange.

"Oh, yeah! He took moping around to a whole new level."

"I wasn't moping around."

"Sure, Jan."

Dick froze.

"Oh, God." Kory sighed, turning her eyes at the sky. "Here we go again." Rachel glanced between her and the boys with curiosity.

"Gar, what did I tell you about quoting memes?"

"Oh, c'mon man! It was a perfect opportunity!"

"Anyway!" Kory interrupted them with that I'm-gonna-beat-the-shit-out-of-you-if-you-don't-stop-right-now smile of hers, putting an end to their little bickering, then turned to Rachel and took her hands in hers. "After Dick finally stops denying he's overly emotional-"

"I'm not!"

"-like right now,"

"I'm not." Dick denied stubbornly, then smiled at Rachel. "I'm just happy you're back."

"-maybe you'll get to tell us how was it, hmm?" Kory finished her sentence and suddenly Rachel felt all eyes on her again. Their excitement was all over the place. She chuckled and squeezed the woman's hands back.

"Of course! I have so much to tell you!"

"Then you better start now." Gar pointed a finger at her face before walking up to her and taking her by the elbow to basically drag her in the direction of the house. "I wanna know everything! Especially if you have any new tricks up your sleeve."

Rachel shrugged innocently, but sent him a mischievous grin.

"Maybe one or two."

"Yesss!!! And wait until I'll show you around the house! This place is so dope!"

"Hey, shouldn't I be doing that?" Dick called out to them, picking up Rachel's bag from the ground where she left it.

"Exactly!" She turned to her green-haired friend. "Shouldn't he be doing that?"

"He's not gonna take you to the really cool places."

She raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious. "Such as?"

Gar glanced in both ways as if checking if no one else was listening in on their conversation, then leaned closer to Rachel and whispered. "The Batcave."

This time she couldn't hold it in anymore - she burst out laughing.

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

As Gar continued his excited rambling, Rachel looked over her shoulder at the two adults that were left behind. Dick's eyes were on her this whole time, he was smiling fondly and winked at her when their eyes met. Kory stood by his side with her hand resting on his shoulder and was sending her a look that said good luck with him now. Rachel smiled back and rolled her eyes, then followed Gar through the main entrance.

***

Dick watched his kids disappear behind the giant wooden door feeling light for the first time in months. Having Rachel back took a giant weight off his chest and he finally could breathe again. He didn't want to ask about Donna, not yet at least, he knew Rachel is gonna share the news with him sooner or later, no matter if they are good or bad. Right now all that mattered to him was that she was back with them and she was safe. 

"You were crying." Kory pointed out in a teasing tone, smirking at him.

"I wasn't."

"I know what I saw, Grayson."

They stared at each other for a long moment but eventually he gave up. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was starting to get lost in her eyes. Or with her smile that made his heart racing.

"Okay," he sighed. "Maybe a little. I'm just glad she's back with us, you know?"

Kory smiled at him and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

"I know, me too. Our girl is finally back home."

#dc titans #dick grayson #rachel roth #kory anders #garfield logan #titans #titans season 3 #dcu titans #graysonfam #tumblr prompt

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-rolls in- pumpkin here!!! I love your writing!!! Could I request Croco-chan having suncream put on him, his s/o insisting he needs it even if he’s gonna sit in the shade. That s/o so not wearing the swimsuit he bought her. Is that okay? Thank you!! Crachelle forever

Yesss anything for my dear Pumpkin and her fancy gator🥰❤ LONG LIVE SANDPUMPKIN🐊🎃🧡💛

Crocodile's s/o pesters him to put on sunscreen, but she's not wearing the swimsuit he bought for her headcanon

this trip to the beach is already off to a rocky start. Crocodile had been in a not-so-great mood ever since you dropped out of your clothes to reveal that you weren't wearing the swimsuit he got you. He doesn't like to be disrespected, and you refusing to wear something he selected specifically for you to look good in, is highly offensive to this man

it's not that he's a pervert and wanted to oogle your body in an inappropriate manner- there's no way the reptile would ever do something so private and depraved in public- but he was obviously curious to see how you would look in the piece he purchased. It was a lavish swimsuit of course, completely tailored to his taste and what he would like to see you in. So to say that he's disappointed that you're wearing the same old swimsuit as always... is a grave understatement

he's already smoking his fifth cigar by the time you finally reach the perfect spot to put down your stuff and everything, the look on his face reads as the opposite of excitement

although he hates all the loud noises and snotty people at beaches, he's at least surrounded by sand, meaning that he could always terraform the area to make sure that you two are unbothered by whatever happens around you

and given that Crocodile is a pretty private person, it doesn't even take a full minute until he's fed up by the other people already and simply creates massive waves in the sand to swap away those next to you; while also pulling in some palm trees to add some extra shade to your spot.

there isn't really anything for him to do other than occasionally mess with people and relax, while you can go and play in the water with your... ahem, poorly choosen swimsuit or something. That's what he's expecting you to do. But then you pull out the sunscreen

oh Crocodile immediately knows what you're thinking, but he ain't having it. He's not a baby. He survived the merciless desert sun of Alabasta without getting burned even once, so this hot day at the beach means nothing to him

as soon as you approach him with the sunscreen bottle in your hand, he gives you that look where he raises one of his eyebrows and purses his lips, basically signaling you to keep that thing away from him. Crocodile hates sunscreen and the slippery feel it leaves on his skin, so you better forget about your little idea already.

and of course, part of his defiance comes from the fact that you disobeyed him by wearing your old swimsuit today. Yes, he is petty like that.

although he usually likes it when you ask him for permission and beg, this time your pleas don't move him in the slightest.

"Stop acting like a brat." -Crocodile says as he's refusing to get sunscreen from you just because you didn't wear the swimsuit he bought

he's very stubborn and won't cave in unless you reach a compromise- he'll let you smather him in sunscreen, ONLY if you put on the swimsuit once you're back home. He wants to see what you would look like in it at least one time before he returns it to the store.

as soon as you agree to his condition, he leans back and presents his naked chest and arms to you. He keeps his eyes on you like a lurking predator, and constantly reminds you not to overdo it and keep his skin from getting too slippery.

"Now hurry and be done with it, (Y/N)! Tsk, I'll never understand why drenching me in this stuff makes you so happy... But as long as it means that I get a nice reward later, I suppose I have no choice but to endure it..." the Dramaqueen

#one piece #sir crocodile #sir crocodile x reader #one piece headcanon #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #michelle's cool summer event

[patchofsunlight]

👉👈 maybe some hcs with leo x child of aphrodite reader 👀 (and gender neutral, if possible)?

BRO YESSS I LOVE LEO OKAY HERE WE GOOO

800 event (requests still open!)

warnings: unedited, a mess, fluffy, leo being kind of a dumbass

(art by viria)

Leo is bad at talking with people he thinks are attractive we all know that

he just always makes a mess of himself and gets embarrassed and says stupid things

he didn’t exactly expect to catch feelings for one of Piper’s siblings

but it happened anyway and oh, Gods, he has no idea how to deal with this

will probably avoid you like the plague after he realizes his feelings

he’s afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you and making you hate him or something

yeah Leo pretends to be confident and funny and collected but he’s far away from all that and fears rejection

so he just. avoids any contact.

which is such an idiotic thing to do because everyone can tell you like him back

besides, you’re and Aphrodite kid. you can sense his feelings for you from miles away and all your siblings can too

Leo is always flirting and joking around but he can’t for the life of him talk to you

you’re just too beautiful for him, he can’t handle it

gets a blush whenever you so much as look his way

there was this one time you came to him for help with sharpening your sword

poor boy short-circuited

he just stood there stuttering with his face the deepest shade of pink for five minutes

it was lowkey cute and quite endearing

ended up just leaving without saying anything

and you had to ask for other Hephaestus’ kid’s help

sometimes he randomly remembers that moment and cringes so hard asking himself why is he such a dumbass

Piper definitely knows you like him back and tries to make him realize that, but he refuses to because he can’t believe such a gorgeous person would have feelings for him

also a part of him thinks it’s weird because your parents are. married. but he tries not to think about that too much

you’ll have to make the first move I’m so sorry

otherwise he’ll just avoid you forever so he can’t say anything ridiculous and make you think he’s an idiot

if you ask him out he’ll think you’re joking around

this boy is STUPID

honestly you’ll probably have to spell it out for him until he finally understands you actually like him back

when you do get together? he’s so clingy

he just wants to show his gorgeous significant other off okay

he feels like he’s so lucky to have you around and to have you like him too

gets pissed off whenever someone says Aphrodite’s children are shallow or nothing but pretty

he sees how talented you are and how you are much more than a pretty face and he makes sure to have everyone around you acknowledge it

he’s just such an attentive boyfriend he loves you so much

will definitely ask to use face masks with you

you’re so pretty!!! he wants to look pretty too!!!

if you ever tell him he’s beautiful he’ll blush so hard he won’t be able to look at you for a few days without his face going red

Leo is BABY

he loves you so much

loves to talk about you and about all the things you do

learns about a bunch of things you care about just so he can hold a productive conversation about them

if you do the same for him he’ll SWOON

even after you’re already dating he still gets in awe of your beauty

has a good relationship with all your siblings!! he was already friends with some of them because of Piper so dating you only made him closer to them tbh

basically lives around Aphrodite’s cabin

loves to see you spending time with Piper

she’s his best friend and he loves the fact you’re both best friends too

she’ll definitely tell you embarrassing stories about him and he’ll get so mad about it but he won’t be able to tell her off because you’re laughing and he loves to see you laugh

yes all the Aphrodite’s kids are beautiful but he thinks you’re the most beautiful of them all

head to head with Aphrodite herself ngl

actually whenever he sees Aphrodite she just looks exactly like you and he goes. oh. okay.

Aphrodite knows it and thinks it’s the cutest thing

she embarrasses you in front of him as much as Piper embarrasses him in front of you

he absolutely loves it

he absolutely loves you

in conclusion: Leo would be so in love with his Aphrodite’s child significant other and every single one of your siblings would love him and cheer for your relationship

they can recognize true love when they see it

#leo valdez #heroes of olympus #leo valdez x reader #leo x reader #hoo x reader #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fanfic #leo valdez headcanon #heroes of olympus headcanon #nina's 800 event

[vintagevalentinex]

Tease

Hey guys!  This is my submission for Kimmy’s SPN Sutra Challenge!  My position was simple: standing up.  I apologize in advance.  This is my first smut in a while, so please don’t hate me. :P

I hope you like it!!

Title: Tease Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~1575 Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Pure filth.

You were in deep trouble.

Teasing your vampire of a boyfriend all day seemed like an amazing idea at first, but now you knew that he was ready to exact revenge upon you.  You turned the sign in Benny’s diner from “open” to “closed” when you felt him press himself against your backside.

“Think yer real funny, huh shug?”

You looked over your shoulder, feigning innocence.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Benny.  C’mon, we have to get the place cleaned up.”

Benny walked past you, his hand sweeping over your ass as he walked toward the windows, pulling the shades down for the night.  You walked back over to the counter, stacking some plates to take back to the kitchen when you hear his footsteps approaching you, gasping as you feel his body press against yours, dropping the plates in your hands with a loud clatter.  His hot breath against your neck sent shivers through you.

“Ah’ll give ya two options, darlin’.  One—you pick those plates back up an’ you continue on with cleanin’ up. Or two—you turn yourself ‘roun so I can pick ya up and fuck ya into ev’ry surface in this room.”

You watched Benny with a smile on your face as you watched him work, humming to himself as he cooked, adding spices here and there. It was early in the morning and customers had yet to arrive for the morning rush at the small diner.  You swung your legs as you sat on the counter, watching him intently.  Benny finally caught your gaze, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

”If I didn’t know better shug, it would seem that ya might have a ‘lil crush on me…”

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you hopped off the counter.  You had been dating for a year and a half now and he still found ways to make you laugh your ass off.  It wasn’t in an overt-way; Benny wasn’t the type to blatantly crack jokes.  He liked to sneak them in, the kind of jokes that made you want to smile and groan at the same time.  Making your way over to him you ran a hand up his upper arm, making him drop his spoon as he turned to face you.  With the same hand you reached for the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level.  Your lips just about grazed his when you heard the bell on the door, signaling a customer.  You smiled, whispering against his mouth.

“Well…I suppose you’re just going to have to wait.”

Swallowing hard, you slowly turn yourself around, meeting the hungry gaze of your lover.  He immediately pulled you flush to his body, instantly feeling his trouser-clad erection grinding into your belly.  His hands pawed at your ass, squeezing firmly as you squirmed against him.

“This is all your fault, ya know.  Don’t know why you decided to be a ‘lil tease all day long, darlin’, but you’re certainly gonna pay for it now.”

Your hands slid up his chest, resting on his pecs as your face flushed.

The lunch rush always had you on your toes.  It was usually just laborers and blue collared men looking for a cheap, quick meal.  Most of the time they were harmless, however sometimes there were moments where Benny would intervene and make sure that those men knew that you were spoken for.  Thankfully, today was not one of those days.  You glided happily across the floor, chatting up regulars and busing tables.  Benny emerged from the kitchen, leaning over the counter as he watched you work.  Finally finding a moment of free time you sidled up next to him, leaning into his side.  The both of you enjoyed the moment, smiling as a customer approached the counter to pay.  Benny slung an arm over your shoulder as he spoke with the patron.

Smiling to yourself, your hand nearest to Benny started to graze up and down his spine, unbeknownst to anyone but the two of you. You noticed that Benny’s shoulders stiffened, only a little, but he continued to talk with the man paying his bill. Your hand made its way down his lower back, finally resting on his muscled ass.  Just as he was about to open the register you squeezed, making him flinch a little.  You snickered to yourself as you walked away to bus more tables.

Benny picked you up eagerly, shoving the plates away with one hand, setting you on top of the counter. You winced as you heard the plates shatter on the floor, knowing that there was yet another mess that needed to be cleaned up.  He starting working at your jeans, becoming frustrated with the button.  Looking up at you, he smiled wickedly as you heard a loud rip, gasping as he ripped your jeans right open, pulling them off of your body, throwing your ruined bottoms somewhere in the diner.  Benny pulled at his henley, throwing it in a different direction than you jeans, his suspenders falling to his sides as he helped you off of the counter.

“You’re gon’ get it real good tonight, cher.”

Benny was helping you set up the silverware and napkins at each table in preparation for the next round of customers.  You licked your lips as you watched him move, admiring his bulk and thick muscled frame.  You walked over to the table he was working at, helping him set up napkins.  You “accidentally” dropped one on the floor.  Getting down on your knees, you pick it up, the back of your hand brushing against his crotch, smirking at his sharp intake of breath. Standing up, you fight the urge to grin. “Oh…I’m sorry Benny.  That was really clumsy of me.”  You giggle as you walk away, hearing the loud groan from your boyfriend.

Benny picked you up by your hips, locking your legs around his waist as he ground up into your panty-clad core, growling into your ear.

“This what ya wanted to happen, shug?  This what ya been teasin’ me ‘bout all day?”

All you could do was moan as you felt his hand reach down, hearing another rip as your panties were torn from your body, thrown somewhere as he pushed your hips down against his erection, eliciting a groan from the both of you.  With the same hand he made quick work of his own button and fly, pushing his trousers and underwear down far enough so you could feel his hard cock pressing against your already soaking wet pussy.

“Tell me what ya want, (Y/N).  You’ve been drivin’ me damn near insane all day, an’ so now ya gotta tell me what ya want.”

Your fingernails dug into the thick muscle of his shoulders, the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance.  You whined, resting your head near his ear.  “Please…please Benny….”

He smirked, shaking his head.  “Sorry shug. Couldn’t quite hear ya clearly…”

“Please Benny! Just fuck me already!”

He hummed happily at you as he slid home in one slow thrust, shifting you to make you hold firmly at the back of his neck as he started to slowly pound upwards into you, his movements slow yet powerful as you jerked with each thrust.  Your hair fell into your face as you continued to brace yourself against him, his powerful tree trunk thighs keeping the both of you upright.  He moved backward, knocking over a table and a set of chairs as he continued to piston himself into you, his pace unwavering, unrelenting as you continued to groan and whimper.

Benny’s mouth found yours, growling against your lips.  “You wanna come, (Y/N)?”

You whined, trying to get more friction as he held himself inside of you.  “Yesss….yes please…”

He chuckled.  “Tell me.  Wanna hear it from your pretty mouth.”

Your hands found his face holding his cheeks as you looked him dead in the eyes.  “Please, Benny…I need to come!”

Benny kissed you hard, biting your lower lip as he quickened his pace, groaning as he felt your walls clenching around his cock as he tilted your hips, brushing up against your g-spot with every thrust.  You tense as you finally feel it, your heels digging into his ass as you come, your vision blurring as your pussy spasms around his cock, feeling him falling over the edge with you.

The both of you sink to the floor, you sitting in Benny’s lap as the both of you inspect the damage done to the dining room.  It looked as if a fight went down in the diner.  Broken plates, napkins, and silverware littered the floor.  There were overturned tables and chairs, and you were pretty sure you saw some broken glasses.  You smiled sheepishly up at Benny.

“We made quite the mess.”

“Mmmf.  Sure did.  Ah certainly don’ feel like cleanin’ this all up tonight.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“How ‘bout we just stay closed tomorrow?  Don’ think we have enough plates for customers anyway.”

You laughed, pulling Benny in for a kiss.  You picked up a plate that was intact on the floor, grinning mischievously as you threw it across the room, wincing a little as you watched it shatter.

“Might as well break them all and get a matching set.”

“S’pose we got more work ta do, darlin’.”

He rolled the both of you over.

You needed new glasses as well.

#spn #benny lafitte #benny lafitte x reader #benny lafitte/reader #repost #new blog #my vampirate

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Go wild. Who’s the werewolves? Why is Mitch missing? How are these related?

Yesss ilyyy <3 

Alright so, it is angst time. 

Stiles and Mitch are best friends, thick as thieves, right up to the point that Mitch goes missing. John does everything he can, the Sheriff’s Department investigating what could have happened while the town arranges search parties. The only thing they ever find of his, is the tattered remnants of bloodied clothes. They test the blood and it comes back a match, and Stiles is distraught. It crushes him. He’s about 14 so the grief over his mother’s death is still pretty fresh, and now this? It’s too much. 

John doesn’t know what to do for Stiles. It’s awful seeing his baby so broken down and being able to do nothing. In the beginning, he promised Stiles he would do whatever it took to bring Mitch home, made that same promise to his family. And for a while, they all believed it. Because things like this aren’t supposed to happen in Beacon Hills. People move there because it’s a small, quiet town. It’s supposed to be safe. But it’s not. Days turn to weeks, and people stop searching. Weeks turn to months, and John feels like he’s failed. 

They never find a body. There’s never any closure; just a pile of bloody clothes, and the most likely cause of death being a bear attack, and that’s just awful to think about. 

Stiles tries not to give up hope. He wants to believe Mitch will come back to them someday. But at a certain point, hope hurts more than grief. 

What none of them know is that Mitch was attacked by a feral werewolf while out for a run in the preserve one day. He used to run all the time, listening to music and counting down the miles, no big deal. Hunters were hot on the wolf’s trail when it attacked him; they killed it, and when they saw he was bitten, they decided not to let him go, just in case he turned. Sure enough he did, but rather than kill him, they decided to keep him. The hunters are of the sadistic Kate variety, ad figured they could get more fun out of him by keeping him alive. 

It’s a year or so before Mitch finally escapes. Not through any means of his own; the hunters were killed by something or someone else, giving him the opportunity he needs. He’s weak, less than human, and all he can think about is getting away, somewhere they can’t hurt him anymore. 

It takes Mitch weeks to find his way back to Beacon Hills in the form of a mangy, starved, barely alive wolf, guided by some instinct he can’t identify. But before he can get anywhere close to home, animal control is called. Luckily he’s misidentified as some kind of mutt, seeing as California isn’t supposed to have wolves. He’s skinny, small, and pitiful enough to pass off as a stray. So he’s taken to a vet to see to his many wounds and get him started on canine antibiotics, checked for a microchip which he doesn’t have, etc. As soon as hes somewhat healthy again he’s taken to the pound and left to rot. 

Mitch isn’t very friendly, biting and snapping at anyone who comes close, because people aren’t safe. They poke and prod and burn and hurt, and he just wants to go home. None of the staff thinks he has much chance of getting adopted with his behavior, and so they leave him to rot in an out of the way cage in the back of the pound, to wait out his short period to get adopted before being euthanized. 

And Mitch just... doesn’t have the strength to hope anymore. He escaped one cage onto to fall into another, and after everything he’s been through, he’s going to be killed by oblivious humans who have no idea they’re murdering a teenage boy in wolf’s clothing. 

Then there’s Stiles, missing his best friend, lonely because his dad is gone at work all the time - it’s so hard to face Stiles when seeing his grief fills John with so much guilt - unable to stand the emptiness of the house because it doesn’t feel like a home anymore; he’s barely more than a host haunting it’s empty halls. He decided he wants a dog to keep him company. Someone to talk to, calm him down after yet another nightmare or panic attack. 

He goes to the pound after school one day, wandering through the cages. He doesn’t really expect his dad to ever adopt a dog. Then he stumbles on one pitiful creature curled up on a filthy, thin blanket in the corner, looking like it’s already given up on life, and that’s exactly how Stiles feels, too. They’re a perfect match; two lonely, miserable creatures. 

When Stiles crouches down in front of the cage and holds his hand out, the dog doesn’t come near. But it watches him, wary and curious, with its sad eyes that are just the right shade of brown to make Stiles want to cry. 

Stiles asks an employee about the dog and gets brushed off, told that one’s dangerous and they can’t in good conscience give him away; he’s scheduled to be euthanized later that day. 

Hearing that, Stiles is suddenly, irrationally, vehemently against letting them kill this poor dog. He has no idea what possesses him in that moment but he throws the biggest fit, absolutely willing to break the dog out if he has to. He calls his dad and says there’s an emergency and tells him to come to the pound, then begs John to adopt the dog. 

It doesn’t take much to convince John. But then, Stiles doesn’t realize how he looks form John’s point of view; red-eyed and on the verge of tears, desperate, borderline manic to save this dog. The same way he looked when they found those bloody clothes in the woods. John can’t disappoint Stiles again. He can’t. 

The shelter staff take more convincing. But John puts on the Stern Sheriff Face/Tone, makes them fold, and they get the dog. John drops them off at home since Stiles can’t drive yet, and Stiles gives him a bath. 

At this point, Mitch isn’t really Mitch anymore. He’s a wolf, anything human that was left retreating to the recesses of his mind to escape everything the hunters did to him, letting the wolf take full control. He’s been ruled by instinct for so long, he couldn’t remember how to be human if he wanted to. And trust is a very human emotion, one that wolves aren’t prone to. 

But Stiles is gentle and kind, and he smells familiar, and Mitch sticks to him all day. He smells like home, the closest to it Mitch has managed to get. Maybe this one, single human can be safe. 

John comes home after his shift to find Stiles passed out on the couch clutching Mitch, who’s sleeping on top of him, and is grateful to have gotten the dog if it means Stiles will have someone with him again. He feels a pang of sympathy when Stiles tearfully says he’s named him Mitch; it hurts, but he responds, because the name is something else that sounds familiar even if he doesn’t know why, so it sticks. Stiles always sounds choked up the first few times he uses it. He can’t even remember the last time he said Mitch’s name. 

Eventually, slowly, the longer Mitch is with Stiles, the more he feels safe with him, he starts to come back to himself. After a few weeks he’s not even close to okay. But Stiles has started opening up about his grief for the first time, telling Mitch all about his best friend who died last year. Telling him stories of the things they used to do together. Stiles doesn’t realize it, but he’s reminding Mitch of who he is. And he is so far from okay, but he’s okay enough to finally shift back to being human. 

It hurts, the transformation is nothing graceful, his joints and bones popping and breaking and rearranging. The sudden sound and movement in the middle of the night wakes Stiles who, understandably, freaks out. There’s a small amount of screaming, quite a bit of crying, and a whole lot of hugging because Mitch is back. He’s alive. 

The scream wakes John who comes in guns blazing, expecting something horrible, only to be met with a shell-shocked Mitch and sobbing Stiles, and none of them know what to do. But when Mitch realizes what happened, he kind of... crumples into Stiles, clutching him, not even caring that he’s naked, he’s just so relieved to finally be back to normal again. As close as he’ll ever get, anyway. 

After a while Stiles calms down enough to give Mitch some space to get dressed; he doesn’t realize at first how much they’ve both changed when Stiles loans him some clothes, but they’re both taller than they were a year ago, and his limbs feel awkward and clumsy after spending so long as a wolf. 

John can’t quite believe any of this is real, and the middle of the night isn’t the time to figure it out. Mitch and Stiles look like hell, and he needs a stiff drink, so they just... don’t talk about it, yet. They’re all too afraid that this isn’t real, so it can wait until morning. 

(This is where I diverge from the original, because I had a better idea.)

When Mitch doesn’t disappear like some nightly apparition, John calls his mother. She comes rushing over, but it’s not the happy reunion she’d been hoping for. Mitch is there, but he’s not back, he’s not quite right. Some part of him recognizes his mom, but he can’t trust her, yet. It’s awful to have her baby so close, home after mourning him for so long, and have him reject her. 

Mitch is practically glued to Stiles’ side the entire time, suspicious and wary. He doesn’t talk; Stiles doesn’t know if he can even remember how. Things get a little overwhelming and the last thing you want to do is back a wolf into a corner, so Mitch and Stiles retreat back to his room to calm down. That’s when Mitch’s mom finally breaks down, because she doesn’t know what to do. What happened to her boy? 

John tries to comfort her, but he doesn’t have any of the answers, either. He doesn’t know what’s happened to Mitch in the past year, but he has noticed the suspiciously lack of Stiles’ dog in the house. It’s not something he wants to think about just yet. But eventually, they’re going to need to talk about it. 

I’m not sure where they would go from there. Maybe John talks to Mitch’s mom and they agree to give him a few days to let him adjust; she comes over every day in hopes that he’ll get used to her again, and it slowly works. After a week or two, he has to go home; his room is exactly as he left it, slightly a mess with his homework half-done on the desk. The first night back home, he sneaks out after his mom goes to sleep, right back to Stiles. Stiles probably should be discouraging that, but he can’t; sue him, but he’s going to be clingy for a while, and Mitch feels exactly the same. 

Maybe they work out a system where they just spend the weekends together; Stiles knows it’s not fair to Mitch’s family to take up all his time, even if that’s what Mitch seems to want. They love him too. 

Mitch has to relearn how to human. Luckily it comes back pretty quick with all of them working on him. Stiles goes the professional route, doing all kinds of research into how to help Mitch recover (they probably try having him work with a couple psychologist, and he hates them all). Soon enough Mitch tells Stiles what happened to him. Not all of it, he doesn’t get into the nitty gritty details of how he was tortured for months on end. But the easier things, how he’s a werewolf, how he was captured by hunters, how he escaped and ended up in that shelter, he tells Stiles all of that. 

And then it’s time for the full moon. 

Disregard everything that happens after the parenthesis because I’m not sure how much I like it xD I am not wording very well today lol But yeah, that’s the whole thing! I was going to write a short summary, but I also really wanted to talk about it, so... “concise” is not a descriptor that would be applied to me lmao 

I also just realized that this is kind of a bastardization of Malia’s storyline, which totally wasn’t my intention! But yeah. Mitch gets turned into a werewolf and goes missing, only to turn up a year later totally Fucked Up, and Stiles nurses him back to Health and Humanity. I LOVE the feral werewolf trope okay T_T

[anothersillyfanblog]

Mugshots

Day 7: Mug. Okay so this is stretching it, but when I have that chaotic Remus impulse- oh my! Oh my! So yeah, I’ve had the hc for awhile that Remus and Remy are just omfg they should NOT be friends but who’s gonna stop them? @sarahx2802 I did it. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Two white males. The first: named Remus Sanders, 5ft 10 inches tall, sixteen years of age, fingerprint sample was taken, handwriting sample was taken, mugshot matches description of a young male with budding brown facial hair on the upper lip and matching brown hair on his head (bar a patch at the front which is dyed silver). A mace was turned into custody. We have yet to determine its’ age and authenticity. 

The second: named Remy Sleep, 6ft 1 inches tall, seventeen years of age, fingerprint sample was taken, handwriting sample was taken, mugshot matches description of a young male with very dark brown hair, that was nearly covering his left eye. A pair of sunglasses was turned into custody. Both young men are US citizens.

The officer assigned: Logan Ware. God help him.

-

He walked into the interview room as his colleague passed him a photograph of the first man. Strange… he didn’t look strong enough to lift a mace, too lanky. But there he was, grinning away.

“I hope we don’t have to keep you long-” “Oh you will!” the suspect replied, “I’m very suspicious!” Logan raised his eyebrows “I see, well if you could just answer our questions, hopefully this can go smoothly.” “Don’t I have the right to remain si-lent-io?” he whistled afterwards. “Yes and you can if you want to. Do you want to do that instead?” “Nope!” Logan picked up a pen “ok, shall we begin?” “Oh absolutely!” Remus grinned again “It was a dark and stormy night…”

We were just hanging out in town- me, Remy, Remy’s car and my 13th century battle-mace. It was a lovely night, officer, a perfectly peaceful and tranquil night and we had decided to go to the park to feed… to feed… oh shit what were we feeding? Bears? Sure! We went to the park to feed the bears!

“I’m going to stop you right here because that’s false and-”

REMY AND I WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME FEEDING THE BEARS WHEN all of a sudden fifty- no- five HUNDRED guys jumped out and attacked us. Out of nowhere. For no reason. Unprovoked. Completely.

“But I’ve been told by wit-”

SO, naturally, we rode on the bears (very awesome-ly) and took out all of the attackers in a cool frenzy of guts and blood! At least all of them got decapitated, but like… probably MORE of them did. And then I got a drink and looked really cool and we drove off into the sunset the end.

Logan drew in a sharp breath. “I’ll take that as contempt of law, then.”

-

The second man looked calmer on his photograph, but still wild. And- by association, he was probably wild anyway. But he sat, tapping away on his desk (which Logan never liked) and waiting.

“So you’re the more responsible one?” “God you wish! Oh bitch, naw.” He chuckled. Logan pulled the face of a man who was screaming internally. Which may or may not have been what he was. “Well let’s see. Hopefully we won’t have to keep you long, this is just standard procedure.” “Of course, I get that. I’ll spill aaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the beans. If you get me a coffee, honestly I am dying! The service in here…” he tutted. “I can’t get you a coffee. Please just tell me what happened, young man, then I can let you go.” “All right, not happy about it, but okay. We were driving down the midway late last evening…”

It was about, ooh, 7:30pm when we ran out of gas. We were stranded. Well I got Remus to call up his brother and we waited, thought we saw a bench nearby to go sit on. As we got closer, I saw the lights of a small restaurant that was open and thought ‘hey! Why don’t we go get something to eat while we wait!’ Well we chose a seat next to lovely little pond they had with a candle on it and it just so happened that we had a really lovely meal that was gorgeous.

“What next?”

Don’t be impatient I’m getting to it! Well, next someone came to the restaurant and said ‘hey who’s parked at the bench over near the trees?’ which was technically us so I said ‘us’ and he said ‘you need to move’ so I explained that we couldn’t and, well… one thing led to another and he got very angry and Remus went to the car and got his mace and-

“Okay I think I get it from there.” “Yesss…. Remus didn’t exactly hit anyone but uh, he’s very Remus, isn’t he?” Logan’s eyes widened “Oh God, yes.” “I still think you guys should provide better drinks.” “Well, thank you.”

-

The Bear n Claw was finally re-opening after their truly tragic accident. Many plates, tables and dignities and been destroyed on the day of Remy and Remus’ visit. Here’s what happened.

“Do you want a table for two?” Patton asked them, as they entered. “Ooh, yeah, that’ll do.” The one in shades responded.

He led them to the last available place, one just next to a tiny duck pond. It was his personal favourite place and, he hoped, theirs too.

Everything had gone well, as it always did- they ordered, ate, then it got to paying. “So, how is the bill being split? Do you want me to handle the math?” Patton asked cheerily. “Nah, uh, Remy was gonna…” one began. “I was? Bitch, please! You were going to pay- remember?” the one called Remy snapped back. “Oh yeah! Oh shit!” the one in green looked worried then grinned “Wait! I have a plan, I’m gonna go to the car…” Remy looked at Patton “The plan probably involves paying for the meal.”

It was the ‘probably’ that made him get his manager. A couple of screams warned them that it had been the right idea.

“So THIS” the one in green ran in waving some kind of weapon “is my 13th century medieval battle-mace!” he proceeded to smash the table. “As demonstrated, it’s really strong and it’s authentic. It should cover not only the cost of the meal, but the damage done to the table, plates, etc. you know? Maybe even plastic surgery for this bloke!” he pointed at Patton’s manager, Janus. “Patton?” Janus asked. “Yes?” “Call the police.” “Ok.”

#writing #my writing #egotober 2020 #egotober2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #Janus Sanders #remy sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #violence description #blood mention cw #violence tw

[gukptune]

—  resolution, 2 (m.)

↛ jungkook x reader

A stranded pirate caught in a ship wreck finds herself lost in the tides of a Samurai Kingdom. Witnessing the mass murder of her crew she makes way inland hoping to find her Captain, though she gets caught by someone she never wanted to affiliate herself with.

↛ genre: pirate!au, pirate!jungkook, pirate!reader, angst, smut

↛ warnings: nothing really, only angst haha but i assure you its good character building!!

↛ words: 2.3k+

↛ note: surprise! i had this in the works for sooo long, i felt like it was a good point to end part 2!! will def have a part 3 to end it all but yesss, this part is mainly to develop their relationship!

SERIES INDEX: Resolution

      — part one

      — part two

      — finale

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sunrise, sunset - over and over again. You’ve lost hope long ago, hope that you’d leave this strange land. The land of which you never understood the language and at every step you took to make way from chamber to grounds eyes were on you, peering hatred and despise for you. Your Captain hadn’t stopped his hunt for you and the rest of the living crew, he was stopping at nothing and you feared that made your life worse. Trying to fit in wasn’t something you could attempt.

You looked nothing like the people here, your braised skin healed slowly from all those times kept inside the walls. He said he kept you inside because he wanted you to heal, you wondered if he insinuated that to be a way to make you less ‘pirate like’. 

He had you dressed, cleaned and pampered. You looked the part in all ways but your own skin, all the scars and the marks can’t be erased. Somehow that made everything better, all his attempts to hid your truth yet reality didn’t like it happen.

Your past, your actions, your life was etched into your skin. Every day you would smile due to the fact that he was failing. In the end he gave up, maybe he finally excepted you.

All these weeks, all these months you didn’t hate the life he gave you, well the life he forced you into. He tried, he really did. Training was in order, in payment for your stay he would like you by his side ― his own weapon.

Seemingly a killer in disguise you’d become, he acted like you didn’t know how to fight. You knew it all, you’ve had your fair share of battles on the hungry sea, sending souls to reach the depths, handing them over to Davy Jones.

He was frustrated to say the least, his posture was upright and elegant. He had a recipe for his attacks, they were calculated and perfected. 

Yours were, nothing like that. It was aggressive, based on pure instinct and luck. You fought dirty and that was what he hated about it.

He would scold you for hunching, for throwing sand in his face to distract him, for believing in your instincts. You should hate him by now, yet you felt that his efforts were going to waste and yet he never gave up.

The question stays with you of why he really wanted to keep you, why he truly needed you ― a pirate far from home, a girl with no knowledge of Japanese, a rat of the sea.

“Aren’t you suppose to be reading?” A voice bellowed through the spacious room of which you called your own.

Biting your lip you kept your head still, in your cross-legged figure you shrugged continuing on with your previous action.

Jungkook lets out a displeased grovel, his bare footsteps against the wooden floor echoed against the thin walls. The dimly lit room formed a shadow of his slender yet strong body against the floor merely skimming at the corner of your eyes.

Before you know it he plops himself by your side, his hands crawling up the small table you sat yourself next to, “If you want to learn our language you actually have to make an effort.”

You scoffed, “I don’t want to learn your language, I’d like to learn another - something like French or Spanish you know the language of a isle I was suppose to raid.”

Jungkook sensed your sass, he sighed deeply giving up on the entire fiasco for now. He thought that you’d like to learn the language, mainly because you’ve been complaining about his servants and maids side eying you. Of course, most of it wasn’t harmful but curious. He would explain what they were saying but you never believed him.

His eyes glanced over the object of which your hand was covering. His eyes squinted, noticing your body turning away from him slightly, seemingly hiding what you were doing. The literature and writing tools scrambled across the ground before you.

You thought your silence would be enough to keep him away but hell, it wasn’t. His hand made quick work of taking you by surprise yanking the scroll underneath your hand into his own.

You jumped, pushing yourself over the table trying to grab for the parchment. He was holding up higher than you could reach in your sitting position. His eyes twinkled at the scribbles, which to him weren’t.

He lets out a laugh, “Didn’t know you had a crush on me, or that you drew well.”

Your checks flushed into a different shade, that wasn’t even the reason for you drawing that. It was a picture of him, mainly because you could only remember his face by heart that clearly and in detail.

“That’s—that’s not true! Give that to me,” You yelled, poking at his sides which made him flinch from the tickle and let the paper fall from his grasp and into your own.

You immediately placed it underneath yourself and sat on it. At least in this way he can’t get another look of it. His eyes were intense, it had a twinge of excitement and curiosity. 

“Hmm, are you sure?” He teased, seeing the nervous blinking you gave him, “Anyways, you draw well. If anything you could drop the pirating and become a painter for the Kingdom.”

“As if, I may draw well but I don’t paint as well as this,” His eyes raised in questioning that made you continue, “I would draw up maps and sketch the architecture, treasure, scenery, artefacts or ruins we’d come across to keep.” He nods, “Makes sense, but I’m sure that’s not the reason by your Captain really needs you back.”

With this, he completely looks away from you. Standing up and making his way towards the door, “Training at five this evening, don’t be late, koibito.” He mumbles incoherently after this, leaving your room entirely. Leaving you to sink in what just happened, he wasn’t going to let this down — nope, not Jeon Jungkook. The last word you hear confused you. Having heard this said a few times around, you never asked what it meant.

“Keep your head up and always looking around you, ____ , be quick on your feet and always agile.”

“We’re going to need to work on your flexibility because that kick barely went over my knee.”

“Are you sure you actually defeated other crews? If all your crewmates fight like you, I’m pretty sure you’d all be dead, ____.”

“You always counter then attack, okay, this is simple stuff. When you get better you’ll purely attack, and when you’re smaller than your opponent don’t try to attack because it will never go well.”

“Have you even held a sword before—a knife? A rock? You act like it’s heavy than yourself.”

“____, faster.”

“Left,____.”

“____.”

You wanted to die, yes, if there was a deep pit you’d jump right in. There is a river right there, maybe you could drown yourself before he notices. He’s picking up all the weapons right now, he’s busy.

You were on your back, breathing heavily on the ground. Sweat trailing down your entire body, the sun was going down now. You still felt like you were boiling. Flipping over on your stomach, groaning from the impact ― well he definitely bruised your ribs today.

Crawling, dragging your body against the grass you were so close but so far from the water, not realising how stupidly loud you were.

Jungkook was at this point done with the packing, all the weapons sheathed and stored in their boxes on the horse. He waved his horse off as it went about it’s way home, Jungkook had trained an extremely intelligent horse.

He raised his eyebrow at you, watching diligently as you reached your hand pathetically towards the water, “If you’re thirsty I have water.”

You pushed your face into the green luscious grass, muffling your despaired sobs in it. You shook your head aggressively.

“Then why are you heading towards the river, you’re going to drown from that current,” He explained, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

Feeling a spark of hope from his words, it would kill you. Lifting yourself off the grass and dashing towards the water. Obviously not thinking straight, the water looked great. Glorious waterfall to the right and probably another drop on the left.

Before your feet could step a metre closer to the stream you were lifted off the ground like a sack of potatoes.You would know because he made you lift potato sacks to grow some muscles.

“Whoa, whoa―I was kidding,” He turns you around to face him, pointing a finger at your face, “Do not kill yourself.”

You huffed, “As if I was that stupid.”

“You were the one flying towards death, it’s just the truth,” He bellowed.

You furrowed your eyebrows, shoving your shoulder against his. Jungkook letting out a chuckle at your childlike mannerism.

Before he could usher another word, a guard came running, he seemed extremely out of breath and troubled.

“Jimin?” Jungkook asked, his face filled with confusion.

Jimin nods, swallowing hard before answering, “Jungkook, he’s here. He wants her.”

All eyes narrowed towards yours, you blinked unknowingly. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed, his eyes locking with yours.

“He says he has prisoners, that he’d trade her with ____,” Jimin said.

Her, was all you could gather from their conversation. Who would your Captain capture that would really allow Jungkook to trade you with. Honestly, you thought he’d never let you go.

“Her?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin sighs, “Jungkook, you know exactly who it is—we have no idea how he got the information or captured her but she’s in his hands.”

“Jungkook, it’s—”

A firing of a gun completely blocks your ears from taking in the name of the ‘her’. She must’ve been important, if not Jungkook wouldn’t be looking at you with eyes like that, like he was actually considering letting you go.

Jeon Jungkook, it was a stab in the heart for him. How was he suppose to make this decision, fuck, he knew that he’d lose one of you but he didn’t know who he’s more willing to lose.

Maybe it was anger, that you felt inside. You were annoyed that now because of a single her he’s changed his mind, did he forget his promises. Your captain killed hundreds and one person was suppose to make Jungkook pat your ass over. The sound of the gun, you knew it, you knew it well.

Jungkook had gotten you back in your room by force. You weren’t having it, you wanted to know of this person he’s so willing to trade. On the shell you wanted to tell him it was unfair that he’d let several of his men die, citizens die and not let you go but with one girl he was willing to take it all back. He was adamant, stubborn and fearless yet in his moment he was none of that. In the end it truly wasn’t that you were mad about, it was the fact that after all this time, it takes one moment for your faith in him to disappear.  

“Let me go!”

He’s had you his shoulder with Jimin guarding as he marched you into safety, ‘safety’ obviously by his words.

“____! Stop, I need to you calm down,” Jungkook hushed, you were placed on your bed with his arms out trying to stop you from slipping past him. He looked worried with his eyebrows up like that, his doe eyes widened―of course that was enough to make you sit down. You face mimicking his, he was serious and upset.

“Are you going to trade me?”

His eyes shot back to yours, blinking protrusively, “Trade? No, you’re not an object―”

“You’re going to hand me over?”

“No―you’re also not a prisoner―”

“―not anymore,” You corrected, your tone was brutal, like was cutting into him. He breathed heavily, brushing his hair up over his forehead, he held your hand in his. Rubbing his large warm hands over your knuckles gently, his body was kneeled in front of you as you sat on the end of your bed staring down at him slightly.

“Please, just listen to me,” His voice cracked, you gulped realising that this was troubling him more that you though and in a way you didn’t understand.

He bit the skin on his bottom lip before going on, “You want to know, I understand that, ____, I know. Your Captain’s got the woman my father chose as my betrothed―”

“Your… be-betrothed?” Spluttering your words in shock. As long as you had been here never had you heard of such a thing. All these days he spent with you, thinking it was process. It was bad to feel your heart race when he’d come get you for breakfast, for training, reading ― it was bad but it felt so good. Your change in expression didn’t slip past Jungkook, the tightness in his heart should’ve been enough to make him chose but here he’d need to choose between his duties and his heart.

“Who is she?” Your light murmur drummed against his ears, making it even worse for him.

He locks eyes with you, “You won’t know her, we grew up together and my father believes we are compatible ― I haven’t seen her in years.”

Knowing that they had history didn’t make you feel any better, you truly didn’t understand why it bothered you so much.

“I don’t care what you two are, I care about how you’re so unfaithful to your own words,” You sussed.

Jungkook stills for a second, as if was trying to understand you, before he nods. Yet he was persistent, leaning down over you. “Hey, ____, please, trust me. We are nothing, I just―my father would do anything to protect her and her family.”

That includes throwing you back to a man you now feared, a changed man who didn’t fight for the right reasons anymore. The tall young Captain stopped crossing your mind since the day you’ve started to trust the man in front of you. Maybe now you would begin to miss him, his embrace, his scent, his love. 

Your hand skimmed over the chain hanging down your neck, the ring shining in the light. It was a mark of trust, a mark of loyalty. Your face scrunched in thought, not noticing how Jungkook had caught sight of that ring. His nose scrunches before drawing back your attention with a squeeze of your thigh.

His breath hitched, his breath fanning over your hair, “I will protect you.”

His voice was sincere. As if he was trying to get you back on his side, it hadn’t worked. Words will mean nothing to you until he does what he promises, in the end he was unfaithful to his words, right? 

You merely nodded, eyes still stitched to the jewellery. 

Was it enough you wondered, these months with him. Was it enough to make you someone else, someone better. You had trusted him, believed in him but in the end could it overthrow your love for another, your love for Kim Taehyung.

It was hard, it was hard to believe in the words that came out of Jeon Jungkook’s lips anymore.

© archangegguk. 11 may 2019

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts smut #pirate!jungkook #SORRY IM 20 MINS LATE HOLY HECK

[komakitigerdrop]

I can't decide if Kirishima is actually greying or if his hair is just never fully shaded. So many different frames show different things. Also if Suoh is biracial or just dies his hair which is so funny to imagine. Like big bad employee of Asami dies his hair. bc vanity. In a salon. Or at home trying to not get bleach on anything. wild.

Yes. YES! YeSss!!!

I really love to think about how those gentlemen take care of themselves. When they go to the salon to get a haircut, do they also get a manipedi and a massage? Maybe some horribly expensive facial treatment? Do they lowkey pick up gossip magazines and read them when no one’s looking? And I don’t know about Kirishima’s hair, but I am 200% obsessed with Suoh Kazumi’s hair choices just because I think he totally dyes it. Totally, just like Akihito, and the two of them meeting in a hair salon in one of my top five headcanons. 

So much so that I wrote a ficlet about it. (Hiding it under the cut in case not to clutter anyone’s dash.)

Washed-Up Blonde

The worst part of joining Asami in his criminal shenanigans was, without a doubt, the toll it took on his daily routine. Lunchtime? A memory of another lifetime. The man made it a habit to skip meals and he was beginning to follow suit. Going out for a beer with friends? Forget it. Going to a salon to get his hair done? He just didn’t have the time.

Akihito let out a defeated sigh as he stared at his reflection on the mirror. Those dark roots were just wrong, but as usual they were supposed to leave Sion in a couple of hours and it would take him at least half of that for him to get to Minami-kun, his hairstylist of preference in Tamagawa.

“If it is bothering you so much, just go to the salon on the 70th floor,” said Asami, without lifting his eyes from his computer screen. “It’s employee-only but they will obviously make an exception.”

Akihito made a face. He, going to that pompous place, crawling with Asami’s men? Not to mention the staff didn’t even look at him in the eye when he walked past the other day…

“Hmpf,” he snorted, stealing another glance at the mirror. 

But those dark roots were really bad.

“Fine,” he relinquished at last, heading to the door with a displeased frown. “But you’re paying the bill!”

Slam!

With a smirk, Asami lifted his eyes to the door for a moment, and then continued to type.

******

The place was every little bit as snobbish as Akihito had envisioned it was. What kind of hair salon served foie gras to its customers?! Certainly not the ones he usually went to. And was it… classical music playing in the background?!?

Ugh.

He shifted on the chair, drawing in a long breath as the hairstylist, once again, looked at a box of Beeline Honey hair dye with no amount of hesitation.

“About this color, sir…” he finally whispered. “Are you sure? I think the Diamond Starlight would be a better match, a lighter shade would make your eyes pop, so to speak.”

Akihito’s nostrils flared as he looked at the fancy catalog the man was holding up. He wasn’t sure if his increasing annoyance was due to the fact he could hear people whispering and chuckling somewhere behind him, or if it was because the man was obviously making him second guess his color preferences, the ones he had had for almost ten years now!

No..  It wasn’t any of that. He was annoyed because that stupid color was eerily familiar… too familiar even…

When Sudou Shu’s face flashed before his eyes, he clutched the chair’s arms until his knuckles turned white.

“This one?” Akihito scoffed angrily, grabbing the catalog and pointing to the picture in question. “Well, Washed Up Blonde here, or “Diamond Starlight”, as you call it,” he ranted on, “is a color for hoes. Very cheap hoes, by the way.

And then, the entire salon was swallowed by a loud, collective gasp, and the uncomfortable silence that followed made him blush. 

"I bet that’s the color Sudou had on…” he whispered, almost apologetically, as if trying to justify the harshness of his words.

“Sunflower Blonde,” the hairstylist behind him responded.

“Huh?”

“That was Sudou Shuu’s hair color,” the man explained, a subtle little smile curling the corners of his mouth. “Sunflower Blonde.”

When he looked at the image of said color, he noticed that it had a yellowish hue to it, and that was exactly what Sudou’s hair looked like. Unwilling to acknowledge defeat, however, Akihito remained silent, and merely watched the man begrudgingly open the box he had been holding.

Not even five minutes later, a wave of respectful greetings swept the salon, and Akihito turned his head to the side just in time to see Suoh Kazumi take the chair right next to him.

‘So Asami’s bodyguard gets his hair done here too, I should have known,’ he thought.

“Takaba-san.”

“Hey… What’s up?”

As usual, there was no response.

And then, the uncomfortable silence was back. All eyes seemed to have turned to the lady that was standing behind the bodyguard, and Akihito noticed she showed no little amount of hesitation as she grabbed a box from one of the shelves.

Diamond Starlight.

His eyes shifted to Suoh’s hair, and from there to the reflection of the hairdresser on the mirror, then back to Suoh’s hair.

All around him, people seemed to be holding in laughter, and of course it didn’t take long for Suoh to suspect something was off.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing!” Akihito exclaimed, before someone had the brilliant idea to share what he had said earlier. “It is… uhh… a n-nice color. Looks good on you, makes your eyes pop,” he quickly added, just to hear the hairstylist scoff behind him. “Say, what do you say we grab some lunch after this?”

Instead of answering, Suoh looked at him as if trying to evaluate what kind of brain damage he had suffered.

‘Whatever…’ Akihito told himself mentally as the Beehive Honey concoction was smeared on his scalp. As long as the bodyguard didn’t ask why everyone around them had begun to giggle, he would succeed in getting back to Asami in one piece.

#takaba akihito #suoh kazumi #asami ryuichi #finder series #headcanons

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Memento Mori

Author: MandyBling

Year: 2010

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Richmond/Denholm

Richmond walks briskly through the lobby of Reynholm Industries, nervously combing shaky fingers through his short blond hair. Standing in front of the lift, he smooths his grey pin striped suit for the millionth time. He has an interview with the the head of the company, Denholm Reynholm. He’s heard stories about this man. His take no prisoners business sense; kill the weak, divide and conquer. Riding up in the lift Richmond goes over his resume’, list of accomplishments, schooling, background... Birth date. He’s shaved a few years off this final line to make himself look more appealing. ‘I can do this. I can be the new blood this company needs. I’ll be the young go getter’, he thinks to himself as the lift takes him higher and higher, to the topmost floor. Once on the correct floor, Richmond goes to the front desk to let the secretary know of his arrival. She presses a few buttons and talks to someone, then gestures him towards the large double doors. He heads in the direction she points and opens one of the large doors slowly. “Come in, son!” a booming voice pierces through the normal office din of noise, causing Richmond to jump slightly. Walking in, Richmond shuts the door behind himself, plastering an over confident smile to his face. ‘Fake it, till you make it,’ he repeats over and over in his head as he extends his hand to the older man. “Hello, Mr. Reynholm. My name is Richmond Avenal.” “I know, boy,” Denholm says with a smile. Richmond notices a twinkle in the other man’s eyes, the genuine smile. Something deep inside himself relaxes, this is not the Reynholm he’d expected. Richmond sits back and begins to relate his resume and accomplishments, but after a time the conversation veers off. What is supposed to be a half hour interview turns into a two hour conversation. Denholm has even brought out a large crystal bottle of scotch that they both have several glasses of. Needless to say, Richmond Avenal gets the job. *** Rising up the corporate ladder is surprisingly easy for a young and energetic Richmond. With Denholm by his side they take the company to new heights. The friendship between the two men grows as more and more money is made. Both of them spending many a late night to get an edge on the competition. Burning the midnight oil one evening, they are both listening to their favorite Huey Lewis and the News CD as they work feverishly to finish a certain project by deadline. The only other sound besides ‘Hip to be Square’ blaring through the speakers is the soft ‘ticka ticka tick’, of their keyboards. A loud bang and then a growl breaks the stream of normal noise, startling Richmond. Looking up from his computer he sees Denholm stand and rub his tired eyes and then his lower back. “What’s the matter?” Richmond asks his friend softly. “It’s nothing,” Denholm replies in a tired voice. “These figures just aren’t adding up.” “Here, have a drink and a rest. Maybe I can take a look. Sometimes fresh eyes help.” Richmond says kindly as he pours Denholm some scotch, handing him his glass as he moves in front of the older man’s computer. He leans down and looks through the figures as Denholm drinks and almost immediately spots the error. With a crow of happiness, Richmond types away and fixes the minor mistake. “What would I do without you?” Denholm asks, as he clasps Richmond’s shoulder and squeezes lightly, letting his hand linger. “You’d lose your own head if I wasn’t around.” he smiles as he straightens up, turning to face the older man and reaching out to grasp Denholm’s wrist. They stand like that for some time, staring into each others eyes. Denholm’s grip tightens suddenly and Richmond realizes he’s being pulled forward. The feel of the older mans lips against his own is unexpected, but not unwanted. As ‘The Power of Love’ rises in the background, so do other things. Denholm pushes Richmond up against the desk they have been using for work; hands start to roam, kisses become more fierce, groans become louder. Richmond and Denholm’s “friendship” becomes much more by the cover of darkness. *** Cradle of Filth is the downfall of their love affair, though Richmond won’t ever admit it. Coming across the band whilst doing research on prams for one of his more unusual clients, Richmond decides to download one of their songs. ‘Cradle of Filth?’ he thinks to himself, ‘sounds disgusting’. He couldn’t have been more wrong. As ‘Tonight in Flames’ flows through his head phones, things seem to click together for Richmond, like a light is being switched on -or rather, off- in his brain. Richmond starts growing his hair out and wearing eyeliner to work. Most of his work mates take little notice to this change but for a few whispers here and there. He’s still blond and thus unassuming. Even Denholm is oblivious. One evening, Richmond stops by a hair care supply shop and purchases some black hair dye. He no longer wishes to have his blond tresses. He wants his hair to match how black he ‘thinks’ his heart is. He follows the instructions on the box to the letter. He wears the gloves, applies the colour-making sure not to get it on his forehead or neck, waits thirty minutes, then showers. Richmond steps from the shower, towel dries his hair, and the uses the same towel to wipe the steam from the mirror. A crooked smile spreads across Richmond’s face as he takes in his reflection, long black locks falling to either side. His skin looks paler and his eyes look a brighter shade of blue due to the colour change. He likes it. He likes it a lot. His work colleagues decidedly do not. Richmond is ignorant of the other employees distaste, of their snide remarks and the rumors being spread. He does notice, however, that work isn’t the same as it once was. People aren’t as keen on his ideas as they had once been. Even in an important board meetings it seems as though people aren’t paying attention to his presentation. He’d applied his make-up exquisitely that day, and it vexes him that no one seems to take note of it, or even the topic at hand. The death of Denholm’s father and Richmond’s subsequent remarks to his mother at the funeral are the last straw and the breaking point of the relationship between the two men. Denholm, in a furious rage, breaks up with Richmond that evening and demotes him to the basement the following day. Tears in his eyes, Richmond watches the flashing lights and wonders why life has dealt him such a cruel blow. *** Time passes as it often does and Richmond becomes more and more morose. He spends many nights at goth clubs, at home lighting candles and listening to sullen music or at work, watching the lights and reading ‘Heat’. Whilst laying on the floor in the fetal position, purposefully blurring his eyes as he watches the lights flash, Richmond over hears Roy, Maurice and Jen talking. There is apparently a party this evening as a ‘Thank You’ to the employees for a job well done. He wants to go, so he does. The party is in full swing later that evening as Richmond enters the club through a side door, so as not to be noticed. He slips to the corner of the bar and orders round after round of Carlsburg, watching the revelers get more and more inebriated. The main person he keeps his deep blue eyes on his Denholm. As Richmond drinks more, he can think of nothing else. He misses the older man so very much. It’s around 3am when Denholm comes to sit next to Richmond to catch his breath from the dancing and order another drink. He turns his head to look at the goth and his eye brows rise. “Richmond?” he says at just above a whisper, placing a hand onto the other man’s shoulder and squeezing gently. Nodding, Richmond reaches out a hand to clasp Denholm’s wrist, a mirror of times past. “I... I’ve missed you.” he whispers back, staring deep into the older man’s eyes. Within seconds, Denholm drags Richmond to the back of the bar, into a hall and towards the bathrooms. He slams him up against the hallway wall and kisses the younger man with force, teeth clacking together with the fierceness of it. Richmond breaks the kiss long enough to speak. “Back to mine,” he stammers out, grabbing Denholm by the collar and leading him to the fire exit in the back. They arrive at Richmond’s tiny apartment after taking a rather long and uncomfortable cab ride, unable to touch one another in the presence of the cabbie. Richmond fumbles with his keys to unlock the door. Denholm is not making this process easy, pressing up against his back, grinding his clothed cock up against him while his arms wrap around the younger mans hips, palming him through his trousers. Finally the lock gives way and they both almost fall through the door. Denholm pushes Richmond towards the bedroom of the still familiar apartment, both pulling off their garments as they move clumsily through. Once in through the door, both men separate, undressing at opposite ends of the room, taking in each others long missed form. Denholm, naked first, crosses the divide and takes Richmond’s face in his hands, kissing him hard. He grabs at the younger man’s pants to help him undress. Once that is accomplished, he grasps Richmond’s hips and turns him towards the bed, pushing him hard onto it. Richmond gasps at being manhandled but had always rather enjoyed Denholm’s rough play. “Yesss...” he hisses through his teeth as the older man crawls over his body, jumping slightly as Denholm’s hand wraps around the base of his large cock. Stroking the other man’s stiff rod, Denholm’s mouth works it’s way up Richmond’s body, licking and biting as he travels. Arriving at his lips, he kisses the man below him, slower than before, savoring the feel and taste. “Turn over for me,” he whispers as he breaks the kiss. “Condoms and lube still where you kept them?” Nodding mutely, Richmond turns over onto hands and knees, reaching up to brace himself against the headboard. He remembers how Denholm is when he gets started, so latching onto the wood of the bed is a wise move. Denholm quickly retrieves the items needed and returns to kneel behind Richmond. He opens the bottle of lube and coats his fingers. Throwing the bottle on the bed, he quickly moves two digits to the puckered entrance and slides the tips inside. Throwing his head back, Richmond cries out a little at the sudden intrusion, long dark hair fanning across his back as he moves. “Denholm,” he moans softly as he feels the other man’s fingers slip deeper inside. Rocking slightly, he meets the probing fingers, thrusting back to quicken the preparation. Denholm growls at Richmond’s movements, excited by his eagerness. He spreads his fingers inside the tight hole to stretch him further, savoring in the sound of hitched breath at the change. “Richmond,” he breaths out as he grasps the younger man’s hip in a vice grip, “I want you.” “You have me,” Richmond moans back, lowering his head back down between his arms, still grasping the headboard, the tips of his locks brushing the bed. “Please... hurry.” Pulling his fingers free, Denholm reaches for the condom; quickly he unwraps it, slipping the rubber onto his cock and letting the package fall to the floor. Taking the lube once more, he pours a rather large amount onto his member and coats himself thoroughly. Lining up the head of his dick at Richmond’s waiting entrance, Denholm thrusts inside in one swift movement, the sensation causing both men to moan. The younger man immediately begins to rock back onto the man above him, urging him to move. “Please,” Richmond whines as he fucks himself on Denholm’s cock. He lets go of the headboard with one hand and swiftly brings it to his own member, stroking to the rhythm of their moving bodies. Denholm comes back to himself at hearing Richmond’s needy plea, grasping the younger man’s hips tight. He starts to thrust fast and hard, knowing that that is what the man below him wants. Pushing in as deep as he can, then pulling out til he’s almost removed himself, over and over again. Richmond sobs as Denholm continues to move above him, reveling in the feel of the other man’s fingers digging painfully hard into his hips as well as the cock inside his arse, driving into his prostate over and over. His hand around his own member speeds it’s movements, rubbing his thumb over the tip to collect the pre-come, increasing the slick slide. Leaning down, Denholm starts kissing Richmond’s shoulders and the nape of his neck. He releases one hip and wraps it around the younger man’s waist, pulling their bodies closer together. “So close,” he whispers in between kisses, thrusts becoming less and less rhythmic. “Come for me,” Richmond breaths out as he raises his head, turning to look at the man behind him. At Richmond’s soft words and sudden eye contact, Denholm comes undone. He thrusts into the younger man a few more times, until he finally lets go, screaming Richmond’s name as his body tingles and twitches with pleasure. Feeling the pulse of Denholm’s orgasm deep inside himself, Richmond loses control as well. Biting down onto his own forearm, still raised and grasping the headboard, eyes rolling back. He comes over his swiftly moving fist as well as the sheets below, the waves of his climax streaking through his body as he rocks back and forth. They both collapse as their bodies calm, Denholm wrapping his arms around Richmond’s thin waist as they fall to their sides. “I’ve missed this,” Denholm says softly as he pulls himself free, removing and disposing of the johnny in the bin beside the bed. “I’ve missed this as well. You have no idea.” Richmond replies, turning to face Denholm and burying his face into the older man’s chest. Breathing in the other man’s scent, Richmond nuzzles close and sighs at the feel of the Denholm’s fingers carding through his long hair. His eyes flutter closed, succumbing to slumber in a matter of moments. *** The morning light shines through the curtains as Richmond’s eyes slowly open, flashes of the previous nights events play through his mind as he stares up at the ceiling. Both Denholm and he have drifted apart in the night and he can hear the other man’s breathing next to him. Richmond realizes that the speed of breath means Denholm is awake. He furrows his brow and turns his head to look at the other man. Denholm turns his own head at the same time and they both look into each others eyes. A scream breaks forth from Denholm’s mouth causing Richmond to return the shout, both yelling at the top of their lungs. “What am I doing here?” Denholm cries as he jumps from the bed. “You don’t remember?” Richmond says with fear and sadness in his voice. “I certainly do not.” Denholm lies, “I’ve got to get out of here” is all he says as he gathers up his clothes and makes a hasty exit from Richmond’s apartment. With a sad sigh, tears prickling his eyes, Richmond turns and curls into a ball, crying himself back to sleep. *** Richmond is at work when he gets the news. Denholm has jumped to his death from atop the Reynholm Industries tower window. Something in regards to ‘irregularities in the pension fund’ had driven Denholm to take his own life. Staying to within the tree line, Richmond comes to Denholm’s burial. He weeps softly as he watches the procession of friends and family, waiting for everyone to leave so he can have time with Denholm alone. Dusk is falling when he finally gets the chance. Richmond steps gingerly towards the fresh mound of dirt and falls to his knees, fresh tears and loud sobs escaping his mouth as he grasps two large handfuls of earth and holds them to his eyeliner streaked face. “I’ll always love you,” he whispers. After a time, he stands, still grasping the two large handfuls of dirt in tight fists. Richmond slips the soil into his pockets and leaves the cemetery. *** The following day, Richmond calls upon one of his goth friends who happens to be a jewelry designer. He tells his friend what he wants and the designer sets to work, the only thing Richmond leaves are the two handfuls of earth. *** Within the week, Richmond returns to his friends shop. The artist produces a long, red tear drop shaped pendant with Denholm’s grave dirt embedded in the center, attached to a black metal chain. He also brings out a jar he had placed the remaining dirt in for Richmond to take home. Richmond thanks his friend and pays for the jewelry. Placing the chain around his neck and tucking the pendant under his shirt, Richmond heads home with his own private memento mori.

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