#and THAT has the side effect of Bad still not speaking well of Forever around Pierre

[petrichormore]

(Another ramble incoming - this one I’ve been sitting on for a bit. But it’s about Bebou & the French. And the jail incident. And also bla bla bla this is about the characters)

I might be wrong but I really think that if some of the french agree with q!bbh about the government being bad/anarchy being good thing… it’s not because Bad managed to convince them that q!forever is some horrible dictator with his wily demon cunning and manipulative silvertongue or something. it’s because. they just. agree with his views and sympathize with him. Like they just sometimes think Bad has a point, is the thing. Now I know Bad likes to spread misinformation but he rarely does it in a way that can really be taken seriously, or have any big effect (with a few… exceptions).

Bad likes to jokingly blame Forever for like anything and everything but if anyone actually presses him about it (I’m pretty sure pierre, antoine, and etoiles all have to varying degrees) he’s pretty quick to emphasize that he trusts Forever’s judgment and moral compass.

Or he used to. Until he got pushed into a cage trap. It’s clear he lost a significant amount of trust in Forever and everyone else who was involved with that. And he suspected Forever (or Cellbit) of framing him, but I’d say that’s relatively reasonable considering, from his perspective, they jumped to a conclusion with no proof. He doesn’t understand why they wouldn’t hear him out, so he’s looking for a reason. And he’s telling other people not because he’s trying to spread misinfo but because that’s just what he believes and usually, he’s telling people because they’re asking him.

Anyway, Pierre didn’t really steal the waystones because he automatically believed everything Bad said about Forever being a dictator immediately and with no hesitation. If he accepted or encouraged what Bad said, it’s because he probably already agreed to some extent. Pierre, Antoine, Etoiles - they’re smarter than blindly accepting the truth from badboyhalo the Chronic Gossiper. And at least 2/3rds of them are also convinced that Bad and Forever are dating - so they’re not taking what Bad says about Forever that seriously.

If you ask me: Pierre did it because he was probably already more politically aligned with Bad’s anarchist ideals than he ever was with Forever’s and, most importantly, because he witnessed Bad get jailed unfairly with his OWN. TWO. EYEBALLS. LIKE HE SAW THAT. HE WAS THERE.

How did he know Bad was framed? He TALKED TO HIM. He went to his base and had a conversation with him and of the two (count it with me - TWO) people that actually heard Bad out that day (Foolish and Pierre) both of them came out of the conversation believing he wasn’t the culprit. Wouldn’t you know it - communication solved that conflict pretty fast, but Bad didn’t get a chance to communicate to Forever or anyone else because they almost immediately dogpiled him. And Pierre saw that happen.

And I’m pretty sure he also saw Forever hold a vote and then accept that Bad was guilty of a crime. A crime. That isn’t illegal. That he didn’t even do in the first place.

So. I’m sure you can see why Pierre might feel the urge to defend Bad - maybe even from Forever specifically, and of his own volition. Although I can’t say stealing all the waystones and rearranging them into a pentagram above Forever’s house was a particularly reliable method of doing so, nor can I say Bad really needed the protection - Forever had no malicious intent and was fully trying to be fair. (can you tell im a q!forever apologist? because if you can’t: he did nothing wrong. Maybe one day I will make a giant post about how much of a q!forever apologist i am).

Am I making sense. At all. It’s 2am. And I’m getting the sensation that I’m missing something with this one but I’m too tired to correct it so I’ll look at it later.

#and also: Cellbit apologizing almost instantly after realizing he fucked up has had #the accidental side effect #of making Bad think Forever COULD have apologized to him around the same time but didn’t purposely which isn’t true but #god knows Bad is never getting any more apologies NOW with everything else happening #and THAT has the side effect of Bad still not speaking well of Forever around Pierre #which to Pierre probably sounds first and foremost like a domestic dispute and secondly like the jail incident is still unresolved #which. it is still unresolved. but you know what I mean #AM I MAKING ANY SENSE HERE????? #if anyone mains aypierre or etoiles or antoine please tell me if I fucked anything up #qsmp #qsmp character analysis #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp aypierre

[luveline]

For the blurbs, could you do something fluffy and sweet with Sirius? Maybe something involving the chillier weather now? I’m obsessed with the way you write him <3

ty for requesting lovely <3

"Sweetheart," Sirius says. It doesn't surprise you that he's talking to Remus rather than you, handing over a cup of hot chocolate from his tray. "Darling," he continues, passing a second to Marlene. "Gorgeous," —and finally your boyfriend addresses you— "watch the sides, my lovely, it's hot." 

You'd guessed it would be, but his warning warms your heart nonetheless. "Thank you," you say, imbuing your word with as much softness as they allow. 

Sirius isn't easily flustered but you've been practising. He sits down beside you with his own hot chocolate and takes a quick sip, his cheeks tinged a rosy hue. Call it revenge, teasing, mostly affection, it's nice to get him back. He hasn't noticed what you're doing yet, but it won't be long. You're laying it on thick. 

You've gathered outside to cheer James on. It's one of the last rugby games of the season, and he plays exceptionally well, a blur of lean muscle and ink-black curls where he stretches between halves. 

"He's bulking up, isn't he?" Marlene asks, impressed. 

"He's fucking ridiculous," Remus says. "I'm sick of making him fried eggs. That's all I do. Remus, will you make me an egg, please? No one makes them like you do, I'll love you forever." He groans. "Between that and his grass stains, I'm genuinely his husband." 

"You're a handsome couple," Sirius says. 

You lean into his side gently. "Not as handsome as us," you murmur. You give him a wide-eyed, innocent look, your smile small but effective. 

His heart visibly melts. "No one's as handsome as us," he says, nudging you with his elbow. "Are you warm enough?" 

"My nose is cold." 

He brings his hand up to feel for himself with the back of a knuckle, wincing at what he finds. "You're like ice," he laments, pulling the scarf from around his neck. 

"Oh, Siri–" He wraps it around you. "Don't." 

He grins at you as he covers the bottom half of your face with his scarf, soft wool kissing your nose. Your breath warms your nose. "How will I drink my hot chocolate?" you ask. 

"I'll pull the scarf down, you can take a quick sip, and then I'll pull it back up," he suggests. "Or I'll drink it for you." 

You drop your face into his shoulder. It's admittedly extremely cold out for late October, almost a January chill, but you try not to complain. After all, James is running about in his uniform looking chipper. Someone throws him a ball and he jumps to catch it like a show off. 

"That's so unnecessary," Sirius says, his hair tickling your forehead as he leans his head atop yours. 

"He's amazing, surviving the cold weather like this." You find Sirius' hand tucked in his pocket and cover it with yours, your palm to the back of his, rubbing a tender little line into his thumb. 

"Are you okay?" he asks softly. 

"Why wouldn't I be okay, sweetheart?" 

Sirius coughs. "No reason. Still cold?" 

"A little. Can you warm me up, please?" 

You've mastered the art of softness at this point, just a pinch of pathetic. It actually, secretly, feels very nice to speak to him like this, and to ask for a soft touch in return, knowing he'll give it to you. He puts his hot chocolate on the bench and wraps you up, pulling you into his side. He has ample room to run some warmth into your arm, the heat of the friction slowly seeping through your sleeves. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, hushed, for your ears alone. "We can go if it's too cold, James will understand."

You feel bad for messing with him now, but part of you admits that it wasn't messing at all. "Just love you, Sirius. I don't need to go anywhere." 

"Oh. Alright." He sounds a tad breathless. "I love you, too." 

"I know. I'm very, very lucky." 

He pinches your side for that one. "Stop it." 

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #the marauders #sirius orion black

[nohoney]

briefly back on my hunger games au

you’re expected to attend a banquet to meet fellow victors from the past hunger games, but you’ve yet to leave the tub. the water is lukewarm, your hair is slightly damp, and you keep your knees hugged to your chest.

the capitol had the most lavish washrooms you had ever been in. the new house you occupy in the victor’s village is much less opulent, but it’s a huge different from the small cottage that you had grown up in. the water from the faucet is instantly warm when you turn it on and although the resource of it is endless for a victor who has taken residency in the village, there’s still the habit of being conservative that you can’t shake off.

your quality of life has improved but your mental well being had deteriorated.

when you used to play in the lake as a child, you loved swimming underneath the surface and trying to test how long you could hold your breathe. now since the near death experience in the hunger games, impulsively jumping in after bakugou when he tried to make you the victor, you could barely stand to dunk your head in the bathwater.

there’s too much space around you, the ceilings too high, and you miss the creaky wooden floors of your cottage. it felt unfamiliar to walk on gorgeous wooden floors that made no sound and it was chilly to walk on the marble of certain rooms.

you hadn’t felt like yourself since returning from the games, though part of that could be contributed to the tranquilizers you were prescribed. the doctors had put you through hell trying to find the right one that kept you the least agitated and able to function, but without bad side effects like losing your appetite or having crying fits out of nowhere.

there’s a knock on the door that startles you, your reaction at least much calmer since you have gotten used to the new medication. you feel like you know who is on the other side, you know why they’re coming to fetch you, and you know that you should be getting ready.

hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you muster up your voice to allow the person on the other side to enter.

keigo enters the room but lifts a hand upon still seeing you in the claw foot tub, turning his head away so that he catches no glimpse of you. “(name), we need to get going soon. there’s a lot of things that we need to do and very little time to do them.” he informs you, blindly searching for one of the neatly folded towels on the countertop. “we gotta head to the capitol.”

“do i have to? can’t you just keep on saying that i’m not used to the meds yet?” your voice is so small, becoming shaky at the thought of having to step foot out of the tub. to step foot out of his unfamiliar home into an even more unfamiliar life that you don’t think you will get used to. “please?”

keigo unfolds the towel, holding it up so that it acts as a barrier between you and him. “i’m sorry, i did try. but we’re no longer in a position to hold off the festivities, they’re waiting for you and bakugou.”

your heart jumps upon hearing his name. at the arena, when it was just you and him, you could still remember how vividly your fellow tribute had looked at you. the childhood friend you had known forever, speaking so softly and reassuring you that keigo would take care of you. bakugou had never give you such a tender look before until that moment.

since the two of you had become victors, he had only gotten colder. not to you, but to everything around him. unlike you being uncomfortable to the new life given to you, he seemed to be resentful.

“we already did the interviews and the parades after we won, why do we have to do more?” you question with more bitterness than you intend to.

“i’m sorry,” keigo knows that there’s not much he can offer but a gentle tone to comfort you, “but you’re not alone in this. c’mon, get dressed.”

your body moves as if you’ve got weights attached to your limbs, standing up from the tub, water trickling down your body that you’ve inspected too many times since returning. the towel is wrapped around your body and keigo is quick to turn his back so give you your privacy. he leaves you alone rather quickly.

when you dress in the clothes set up by your mother, you step into the dining room to find keigo and bakugou waiting for you. your fellow victors, both of whom you feel very confused about now.

keigo looks at you the same way he always does, with a soft affection that had always made you feel safe.

bakugou is a little more shy, the public unveiling of the feelings he has for you has made him a bit more stand-offish.

the capitol had labeled the three of you in a love triangle, demanding to define what you feel to who. it was hard enough breaking the rules of the games, ending with two victors instead of one, but this new dynamic added a more complicated layer of how to navigate your new life.

“um… i guess i’m ready to go.” you announce awkwardly, unsure who to look at, “there’s a lot to do right?”

“there is, but remember that all of us have to stick together.” keigo approaches you, pulling out your medication bottle from his pocket and only taking out one pill for you, “remember to take this with food, okay? don’t take it on an empty stomach like you did last time.”

as much as the meds kept you calm, you also didn’t like how they made you feel. you recognize how sensitive you had become since returning home and although they were helping you, you also no longer felt like yourself.

you look at keigo, admiring how he always looked so sweet before, always handsome that the girls in the district were fond of. and when he was chosen as a tribute for his games, he was a favorite from just his looks alone. pretty blond hair swept back with even prettier eyes, you wondered why he wouldn’t settle down with another beautiful girl.

he kisses your forehead gently, a gesture that was done back then even as kids, one that you never thought twice of until people were whispering around you that he had romantic feelings for you. it was always innocent before, it was comforting, and it still was in a way but now it loomed over you with a deeper implication that the older victor had not bothered to define.

truthfully, you’d rather not know… at least for now.

when you glance over at bakugou, he looks away quickly and your cheeks burn. you could swear that he looked a little jealous but you also know that he wouldn’t admit it out loud, probably not even if he had a knife to his throat. but he was there with you, he was in the bed next to you when you woke up from almost drowning in the rushing waters. you remember how he was still passed out with his hand hanging off the bed, and you had reached for him hoping to confirm that he was alive with you.

keigo leaves first to ensure that everything is on track for the newest event to attend, already seasoned from his past few years of attending. this year was different since they were accommodating two new victors instead of one, so he was playing the vigilant eye for you and bakugou.

“how are you feeling?” you ask him, choosing to stand a respectable space away, “i’m… kinda nervous.”

“yeah, me too.” bakugou agrees, shoving his hand into his pants pocket, “not looking forward to this.”

“you never look forward to anything.” it’s a poor attempt to lighten the mood, but it does manage to crack out a small amused noise from him. the small moment is gone quickly though. before when you were nervous, you used to hang onto bakugou’s arm and use him to anchor you.

you felt reluctant to rely on that old method.

but as you board the train to go to the capitol, you desire to have both of them close. to have some semblance of the old dynamic of life before the games. your anxiety rises and you take the pill, forgetting the reminder keigo gave you to take it with food.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #hunger games au

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

hello! I really liked your character analysis, especially Hobie and the interactions with Diane (she´s very groovy and beautiful n.n) so, I wanted to ask you if you think Hobie could make good friends with someone with a symbiote and the symbiote itself, my spidersona (symbiotesona?) is one of those. I know there´s some story between Hobie and symbiotes in his universe but I couldn't find the comics where it is explained.

You're amazing and keep going!

Oh absolutely!

Especially for Hobie - He has a symbiote dog!

Hobie is accepting of everyone (he's the best I love him) even symbiotes!!

In his universe, V.E.N.O.M was used in his universe as a weapon for President Osborn's police force - but I think Hobie would see the underlying greed and cruelty of the cops as the problem, and not the symbiote.

If anything I think he'd really respect your sona -

Cause that takes a lot of mental fortitude, and moral and strength in general so he'd be like 'That's fucking metal.'

If there's side effects, or conflict between your sona and the symbiote - I think he'd always want to help, and would like, speak to them as separate people lol

He knows that sharing the same body doesn't make them the same person, and that your sona was full person before the symbiote, so he would see them as a Duo - like two partners in crime.

He'd be really careful about his music playing and volume cause he wouldn't want to hurt your sona, so he would always give a heads-up.

Diane would be SO interested - and she'd probably have to think about SO MUCH, get prepared for a lot of questions!

Diane is pretty clever - but a little naive, so she'd be solidly in the 'All Aliens Come in Peace.' Star Trek started in 1966 - so Diane basically grew up with it around.

A symbiote is something alien, so it can't be murderous and evil - even if it eats people. It's not from here!! Don't be mean to them!!!

If your symbiote eats people, or needs meat, Diane would..honestly not be that freaked out. She'd have to think about it.

"So, Do you eat people on your planet?"

"Well, I guess that's not too bad. I mean..some people have a pet pig, some people eat pig, some do both. So it's like..the same, right? Not that you see humans as pets, you know -"

If humans can not snap and eat their pets and stuff, maybe this symbiote knows food from friends like them! If anything, Diane would be upset if people rushed to judge your sona OR the symbiote.

Her defense : "They didn't ask to come to this planet!" or Hobie's favorite -

"Why are you shaming them! They're not the only immoral ones. There is no ethical consumption under capitalism!!"

Hobie knows she is just repeating something she heard him say one time - and that is NOT what that phrase means, but he thinks its funny, so he lets her say it.

The three (four - actually) could have so much fun!

Hobie would probably get them hearing protectors so they can hang out backstage without getting hurt.

And y'all can deck it out with cool stickers and punk marker graffiti!

And although beef and stuff probably doesn't compare, Diane would still try making stuff like beef tartare, koi soi, or other raw meat dishes, just to see if they like 'em!

She LOVES sushi, so sashimi is a must to try - She'd want everyone to feel included at the potluck - it's only right, nobody leaves hungry!!!!

[Also thank you so much for the sweet words!!! I know I take literally forever to go through my inbox (it takes me very very long and im gonna point at adhd) but these things really brighten my day and give me the inspiration to keep sharing. It means a lot, thank you!!]

#spidersonas #spidersona #hobie brown #atsv #disco spider #discospider #spiderman #spider man #venom #symbiotesona #venom symbiote #I LOVE THIS IDEA BY THE WAY CAUSE VENOM IS THE BEST CORNER OF SPIDEY LORE

[cayenneexe]

The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 2/4

Chapter Two is finally out!!

Kris recalls a memory seven (earth) years ago his miserable life on Cybertron and how the Autobot brothers arrived on Earth. But when he wakes up in the Well of Sparks, he is determined to return home, concerned for his human-hating brother left in the aftermath of his death.

Or

Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.

Previous

Next (coming soon)

Ao3 Sneak Peek

“Hey, look,” K-008 starts, catching his brother’s attention, “The Supernova I know, it took him forever to join the military. He never gave up.”

Noah wants to either laugh or cry at his brother’s naïveté, “I'm not Supernova anymore, K-008. I’m not a hero.”

“I'm just saying, you'll get the next one.”

“There is no next one.” Noah almost barks, making K-008 nearly flinch at the sudden increase. Frustration leaks into his voice and forces it to raise in volume. “No one's coming to save us. We're alone in this.”

The two sit quietly, the silence following the hard truth making the atmosphere thicker than the sharpest blade could cut as Kris hands back the gauntlet. Yet, while still upset, Noah still takes it with a sense of carefulness. The soldier is frustrated, not at his brother but at the circumstances placed upon him. K-008 knew that but remained hurt from his attitude. Noah knew that too.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's alright.” Not even a beat after Noah’s apology, K-008 mumbles with a forgiving grin.

“No, it's not.” He grumbles from his vents, “None of this is.”

They sit in silence once again. The only noise was the winds of the ship sailing above the ground and the murmurs of the people around them. K-008 is left to think again, massaging his servos once the pulsing has faded and the rust inches out into his sight. The silence becomes unbearable so he tries to speak.

“When I get better,” K-008 says, startling Noah a bit, “I want to join the army too.”

Now Noah is truly startled. The image of his younger brother going through the same thing as him sends a true fear down his spine like any other. The idea of his little brother walking down the streets with bots yelling insults and slurs at him, hurts so much it’s unexplainable. He wishes to interject but at K-008’s hopeful look, the green soldier allows him to dream.

“I’ll train hard like you and get so strong, even the Prime would want to fight by my side!” A wide enthusiastic smile spreads across his face plate, bouncing on his seat and almost ready to leap out. “Then when I get my abilities, I’ll be unstoppable!”

K-008 sits up from his seat and his navy blue glass visor falls over his eyes and nose. “I’ll do missions, find the bad guy’s weaknesses and hit them where it hurts! Boom!”

Noah laughs as he attacks the air, narrating sound effects of each punch and kick before K-008 bumps into a grumpy Cybertronian and quickly apologizes. Noah pulls K-008 away but barely holds back a chuckle.

“Sorry! Sorry.” K-008 mumbles to the stranger before sitting back down.

He looked embarrassed, fiddling his fingers in silence but Noah gave him a nudge into his shoulder to encourage more of his rambles, wanting to learn more about his dream.

“Go on. Continue.” 

The prior excitement seems to have faded and K-008 just sighs, “I just…I just want to be a hero just like you.” He reasons as he gestures to his speechless brother, “I want to save people, go on deadly missions and get recognized. And everyone will start cheering my name…

Kri-ti-cal! Kri-ti-cal! Kri-ti-cal! Wooooo!!”

K-008 fakes an applause and whisper-yelling cheers. Noah laughs albeit a bit confused.

“Kritical? Where did that come from?” At Noah’s laughter and question, he quiets a bit and starts fiddling with his digits again. Noah quickly tries to backtrack, “Not that it’s not a good name! It’s really cool! I promise.”

K-008 remained quiet for a moment which is starting to worry Noah. The orange bot didn’t look sad anymore but appeared to be thinking before he finally found his words.

“The medics won’t treat me unless I’m dying or I’m important,”

Noah goes speechless, his brother’s words echoing in his audials and dread dropping into the bottom of his tanks. His digits start clench in rising anger, practically shaking to keep his rage from showing.

Does he not think he’s important? That his brother will not get any attention unless he’s dead? It’s a horrifying idea, especially for someone who’s as kind and forgiving as K-008.

“and that’s what I want to be. Important. Critical.”

The silence returns but it’s neither tense or comfortable.

Technically and unfortunately, what he said was true.

Everytime Noah enters any and every hospital, they won’t let him in unless his spark is flatlining at the moment. It hurts Noah every single time but the soldier hates to admit that he forgets how his brother feels about it as well.

Clearly, it was killing him as much as the disease.

The rage inside the green robot dies out. His fist relaxes from the sorrow growing inside him. Noah scoots closer to the orange bot, hugging him close around the shoulders and trying to make eye contact with the distraught sparkling.

“You don’t need to fight bad guys or die to be important. You know that right?”

“I know.”

“But if you do decide to go into the military, I’ll be there every step of the way, Kritical.” K-008, or Kritical, giggles at the sound of his callsign from another voice, wrapping his arms tight around Noah’s middle as he grinning into the metal. All Noah could do is hug back, both of his arms around the orange bot, “Home team?”

“Home team.”

BOOM!

#transformers #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #rise of the beasts #rotb #kris diaz #noah diaz #breanna diaz #freedom racers au #reverse au #reverse roles au #read on ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #I swear it will get happier it just takes some (or a lot) of angst first #it will get better for kris I promise #also I love my mama breanna #she was on screen for ten seconds and I already love her

[tsuki-sennin]

Episode 40 of HiroPre! A play wedding, how precious~! Now don't worry, despite initial worries about Toei making it weird, this is all above board and wholesome. Very wild of them to make this the episode there's a delay for though, but I guess life's just funny like that.

Spoilers, I guess...

-I see Sora likes BBC's Walking with Dinosaurs.

-Sagely studies~!

-Oh ye gods, weddings.

-Ohhhh, worldbuilding!

-An all night party following an announcement of engagement. Don't even need to dress up.

-Quite a fun time, actually, I wish weddings in our world were that easy. And it might just be you two up there next, Mashiron~!

-...I have to wonder how polygamy works up there.

-Y'know, now I've got much more PreCure knowledge accrued, I've noticed that the casts have gotten smaller over the years.

-It's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you! It certainly makes sense, as the teams get bigger you'll have less time to devote to big supporting casts, but this has a side effect of us feeling isolated to our heroes.

-We still have plenty of weirdos to go around in Hirogaru Sky, but having more of them stick around more often would be fun. How's Berryberie doing?

-Just sayin', we would've really benefited from a Masukomi, Kaoru, or even a Yuriko.

-Ah, the cake. All the motivation you need.

-Kinda like Booster in Mario RPG.

-Royal wedding, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

-I'm sorry Elle, I don't care how much cake we eat or how shiny your cardboard crown is, nothing can make me give a crap about a royal wedding. In my junior year of high school, people were really going wild for Harry and Meghan, and I had no idea who these people were so I just kinda had to sit there in the corner.

-I see Ageha disagrees.

-Tsubasa-kun, your bowtie is somehow a brighter red than your jacket's orange.

Ageha: You're doing great, boy~! Just think of the doves flying out~! Tsubasa: No talking during the ceremony!

-Best of friends!

-Ageeeeee~!

-That was nice, wasn't it?

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand there's the rub~!

-I have to hand it to Murase, Tsubasa sounds genuinely terrified here.

-I don't think Yoyo can officiate anything, so

-You should marry Mashiro twice over, Sora.

-I suppose it's not too surprising Elle could develop a crush on Tsubasa, considering he's like... the only boy she knows. Still though, I get why some people were put off by this.

-Frankly, I'm really surprised Toei haven't been doing a Dipper and Wendy ship tease thing with Tsubasa and Ageha. Thank god they haven't, by the way, that was always the worst part of Gravity Falls.

-I guess Toei knew that would be a little much, especially with the (quite understandable mind you) backlash Nozomi and Coco's relationship gets nowadays.

-Nightmare time.

-King Bitchin' Mustache can add Shotgun Papa to his list of titles.

-Even his own parents!

-He has been left comatose.

-That looks like quite a heavy book, I'm impressed she can carry it.

-"Nooooooooooooo?"

-It's always the simplest sentences coming from a kid that kill you, huh?

-Ladies and gentlemen, the bird boy is dead!

-Ageha appears.

-In the pursuit of great knowledge, one has neglected their friendship. A tale as tragic and old as time.

-That uh

-Might've been a good thing to let him in on earlier, Ageha.

-Skearhead appears.

-A wedding beast.

-Majesty leads our charge today.

-Skearhead's not even talking today!

-Oh, nevermind.

-Aaaaand she's caught!

-That Wing, ever gallant a knight and pal.

-Oh cool, team attack. Paralleling the cake cutting.

-Knighthood is much more fun than marriage.

-Friends and family forever!

-I'm... perplexed! I was expecting 24 minutes of mid cringe comedy, and got a fun and sweet exploration of these two characters' friendship instead on top of well executed cringe comedy. What a ripoff.

-I guess if I had to bitch about anything, I think having them talk as Wing and Majesty more would've been a fun way to tie the battle into their conflict.

-Speaking of which, the battle was pretty dang weak, they... absolutely could've done more with that. And why pick a church bell, Skearhead? Like, diegetically. In-universe. Watsonian argument. I usually don't mind this kinda thing, but like... a bell and a holly wreath are very specific imagery to just conjure up out of nowhere, but I think it'd make a lot more sense if Skearhead weren't just... seemingly slapped into the script because they needed a monster fight that episode.

-Like, Skearhead happens to see Elle and Tsubasa's play wedding and considers playing mind games by preying on Tsubasa's worries about the whole thing, or hell, even just wreaking havoc at someone else's wedding to draw out Pretty Cure would've been good enough for me.

-Anyways, forget all that, we're celebrating a harvest next time!

-Hi, this is Mashipan. I'm out looking at the fall colors. Please leave me a message, and I'll call you right back.

-Monda jumpscare.

-Business as usual, we see!

-See you next tiiiime, maybe!

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky! #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #pretty cure #precure

[inquixotic]

JOSH & SEB (ft. MADDOX & RHYS), MORNING 25.

@graftisms, @properbantz, @dxncingonmyown 

sebastien cassidy.

sebastien has been a lot calmer since the prior days events, after talking to enough people to have separation between the fight and josh himself. but even still, he could not resist poking the bear still, when he saw josh in the lounge area. “so have you untwisted your panties?”   @deanna

josh vargas.

it's one of the rare times today that josh hasn't been glued to jenny's side. since last night, he's been spending an obnoxious amount of time with her--partly due to making up for what they missed, and partly to give everyone in the villa what they've been asking for. he's sipping a drink waiting for her to come back wherever she is when seb has the audacity to speak to him. his eyes roll. "i have nothing to say to you, man."

sebastien cassidy.

he snorts at his response, making a faux sympathetic face at him. “so you’re just going to ignore me forever?” sebastien is practically glowing with glee, feeling sort of victorious with how clearly josh does not want him around, only sweetening his plans. “we could just kiss and makeup, you know. the audience would go wild.”

josh vargas.

"just until you get kicked off, which i give a day or two." his anger is faded from last night, but that doesn't mean josh intends on being seb's friend again. he tried that route, and it didn't work so well. "you'd like that, wouldn't you?" the smirk he sends seb is cold. "what was it you said--you like people who are bad for you? must be hard to find someone worse than yourself." all spoken very casually, for the record.

sebastien cassidy.

“unless your little friend picks me, no?” his smile is positively cheshire, not exclusively using rhys to rub into josh’s face but it was nice to have that as a benefit. “sure, i’d love to do some charity work,” he grins back, ignoring the frost from josh’s side. “i know i said i’m over my straight man phase, but i would make an exception for you, to get someone worse than myself.” his reply is blasè, smiling at josh as if nothing happened.

josh vargas.

"what friend?" he asks, genuinely unsure which friend of his would ever pick seb. don't tell josh he doesn't have many friends to choose between. he's not really sure where this conversation is going, blinking because... did seb just hit on him? "you couldn't handle me," he says simply, annoyed by the way seb is grinning at him. he misses when he was all pissed off.

sebastien cassidy.

“you have more than one?” annoyingly returning josh’s question with one of his own each time, doing his best to tick him off again. even though he’s calmer now, there’s still the itch under his skin for a fight. his grin stretches further when josh seems confused, pleased that his flirting has the right effect. “try me,” he returns, taking a step closer, shit eating grin annoyingly present. he’s basically playing chicken with seeing how long it takes for josh to hit him or storm off again.

josh vargas.

well, when he says it like that... josh hardly figures seb could mean romi or marcus. "rhys has better taste than that," he scoffs, remembering how his friend had (kinda) stood up for him last night to seb.  rhys might not actually have good taste, but surely he's not that desperate. staying where he's seated, eyebrows arch up at seb. if he wants to play games, josh won't be the first to back off. "are you that desperate right now, dude? you could suck my dick and i still wouldn't pick you." but he's welcome to try.

sebastien cassidy.

��does he?” he asks blandly, his smile still sparking with mischief. rhys dated mimi, so seb is sure he’s more his type than josh would be willing to admit — he could handle her, after all. “who said anything about sucking dicks?” his eyebrows go up similar fashion, purposely mimicking him. he bends down so he’s close to josh’s face. “you want to kiss me so bad.” it’s practically a whisper, eyes narrowed at him. and part of him even maybe believes it. why else would he only have beef with two extremely good looking guys? “i would rather go home than couple with you, even if you are the only one worse than me.”

josh vargas.

eyes narrow lightly, wondering if there's something seb knows that josh doesn't. maybe he shouldn't assume, but the idea of seb and rhys together makes him sick to his stomach. the french man crouching down in front of him makes him take a deep breath through his nose, fighting off the urge to shove him away. if this is his tactic for trying to get josh to punch him and get kicked out of the villa, it's a good one. "i'd say my fist in the wall last night says otherwise." he struggles to keep his voice even, trying to figure out where the hell his mind is. "funny, something we finally have in common. i'd rather you go home, too. and it seems like you're the one here that's begging for me to kiss you. you're practically on your knees."

sebastien cassidy.

he feels like josh is probably seconds from storming off again, and that keeps the lazy smile on his face. he would love for josh to haul off and smack the shit out of him, but he expects that he’ll be able to keep his composure, unluckily for seb. “romantic,” he drawls in answer to the fist in the wall, smirking. his hand moves to lift josh’s chin, sure he wouldn’t let him go that far, but he’s playing chicken still. “see, you say that but you are the one kneeling?” he’s sitting, but same difference in terms of height for sebs purposes of just pissing him off. he did have to respect josh’s commitment here to not getting angry, but seb would just keep pushing. “i don’t need to beg, darling. i could just ask your little boyfriend if i wanted a kiss.”

josh vargas.

he tenses when seb reaches out to touch him, jaw clenching in annoyance. this is  the part where he'd storm off, but too many people have made that joke to him in the past twenty-four hours for him to follow through. he doesn't care what people think anymore, he tells himself. he doesn't care that someone's bound to see them in this position, and the joke will probably be turned onto him. "this is called sitting," he says with as much patience as he can muster, saying the word slowly, because english isn't seb's first language. "what are you doing?" he can't help but laugh, pushing seb's hand away, but keeping the close distance. josh just can't stand the idea of someone else being in control. "keep calling him my boyfriend, and i'd think someone's jealous," he smirks over at him. not sure where this is going, just that he's not going to be the one to back off.

sebastien cassidy.

josh tensing is exactly the effect he wanted to have, but he doesn’t back off. annoyance darts  across sebastien’s face, like a flash in the pan, gone as soon as it appeared as he regains his composure and control. the other man speaks slowly, as if he won’t understand and his eyes narrow. “does it matter? you are beneath me.” he smiles at his double entendre. josh pushes his hand away, calls him jealous, and seb feels as if he’s won then, in a way. but the fact that he hasn’t left in a huff sours it, and so he leans further down, his hand moving back to josh’s chin, tilting his face up to bring his lips down to meet the others.

josh vargas.

i didn't talk you as a top, josh almost sneers back, sure that's some kind of insult. but the words quickly die on his lips when he's silenced by seb's own lips. for a second josh can't actually believe it's happening, sitting motionless in place. he could pull away, be as disgusted as he feels, but maybe he does still care how he's perceived, because the last thing he wants is to be come across as homophobic or something. so his eyes roll to the ceiling before they flutter shut and he kisses the bastard back, face flushing with heat at the annoyance he feels. his hand reaches to grab seb's hand and push it away from his face, instead trapping it between josh's hand and seb's leg.

rhys aldridge.

it's interesting that he was looking for either one of the two in the situation he's happened to stumble upon. what did he stumble upon? josh is liplocked with seb, his hand pinning the other's to his leg. perhaps everything with dylan and naomi had been what planted the seed of jealousy that already crept its way up slowly, but there was something about this, yes this in particular, that made him feel like it had taken his heart and spliced through the arteries and veins that kept his being. love island sure, love island, everyone was looking for love, everyone had their person. that was his person, josh was his person. platonically of course, entirely platonically. he almost laughs, the sound catching in his throat in what sounds like a scoff at his imposition upon their sweet little moment, hair falling in his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. his eyes scan the area briefly (is anyone else seeing this?) before bowing out, not wanting to cause a scene. he'll find josh later.

maddox montgomery.

Of the things Maddox expects to find, Rhys in a standstill isn’t it. He’s unmoving, and he quirks a brow. Tilting his head, he peers from behind him, and his fist tightens in an unconscious fist. Well - who would have thought Josh had it in him to be that interesting? Maddox clenches his jaw. After grafting Jenny and laying some mediocre-length pipe in her runway… this is what he finds Josh doing? He catches Rhys’ eye as he begins to walk away, tense silence hanging in the air. “Don’t wanna stay for the show mate?” He asks in a whisper, enough not to startle whatever that is. If this was a hoax, or a last ditch attempt to fuck up the recoupling. Maddox didn’t know. But he admits, he’s curious, and just a little intrigued. “Or is voyeurism not your speed?”

rhys aldridge.

"fuck off." he's sighing, brushing past maddox to get the mental image of whatever that was out of his head.

sebastien cassidy.

the kiss is just too long before seb pulls away, still a little surprised josh even let him do that. his face is flushed and sebastien isn’t sure if it’s because he’s angry or embarrassed or something else. “there you are, finally shut up.” it’s said with triumph, pleased with himself. at least until he turns and sees h maddox and rhys, the latter walking away. oops. there goes his chance of staying.

josh vargas.

"you wanted to kiss me so bad," he smirk is smug when seb pulls away, pleased to have not been the one to pull away. he had kissed marcus before--barely--but this had been a real kiss, and josh... didn't hate it? it might've been a little more enjoyable if it hadn't basically been coercion with his least favorite person. "i hope that'll keep your spank bank warm for a minute, sebby." his hand lifts off his leg to pat him on the cheek, just a little harder than necessary. of course the next thing he does is look around to see if anyone noticed, lips pressing into a straight line at maddox and... rhys? the latter probably didn't see it, otherwise he would've heard shit. "see something you like, montgomery?" he calls over to maddox, flipping him off.

sebastien cassidy.

“if you need more fuel for your awakening, just let me know,” he returns, grinning with malice. josh can be as big of an asshole as he wanted, seb would consider that a win, even if josh did not storm off like he had wanted him to. now he could be the target of seb’s “straight” man jokes even more so. he claps josh’s shoulder in return about as hard as he patted his cheek. “i would think the whole villa would enjoy you being secure in yourself, vargas,” it’s not really a defense for maddox watching, because he doesn’t think there’s anything to defend him from — not like maddox would have feelings for josh.

josh vargas.

"well it's nice to know you'd kiss just about anyone for five extra minutes of screen time," he snides, eyes rolling before he rises to his feet. apparently jenny is just never coming back, and at this point, he doesn't want her to return to this. "tell your right hand i say goodbye, pepe."

maddox montgomery.

“Stunning performance, chaps. Can’t blame two blokes for looking. Though,” Maddox shrugs, pointing to the dust of disappointment Rhys left behind. “I don’t think everyone was as much of a fan.” Hand to heart, mockery covering up whatever interest crept to the surface. And, because he can’t help himself from stirring up this mess, he looks past Josh and his middle finger and smirks at Seb. “Well? I got anything to worry about?” He asks cheekily, as if they were having private bro talk in the bedroom instead of gassing Josh up. If Josh was gonna fuck around with his girl and start making out with his mates, he’d at least hear shit about it. After all, Seb and his defiance aside, Josh was his arch nemesis.

sebastien cassidy.

he snickers, and cocks his head at maddox. “nothing to worry about, mon ami,” he answers, a dismissive wave of his hand pairing with it. josh is not a bad kisser, but like hell would he say that. plus, he was a little stiff. he does feel a little bad that rhys was upset, though he assumes it is because of him, of course. he would have to apologize later. “it was like kissing a fish. i’m surprised jenny is still stuck on him, if that’s what she’s getting.” he plays into maddox’s decision to ignore josh completely, let him have his moment to clown on the other man, since he is trying to leave maddox at risk. “i think you will be fine.”

josh vargas.

"that's not what she said last night," he counters, predictably. "not that you'd know, since she wasn't in bed with you," he smirks at maddox, slowly moving to pass them h. maddox's comment has him wondering if he should find rhys. maybe there was something between him and seb? "next time if you want a kiss, buy me dinner first," he calls to seb, heading towards the kitchen. "i'll be more likely to put out."

sebastien cassidy.

“you’re still not my type, mon amor,” he returns, chuckling. two bottoms does not a relationship make.

#thread: discord. #sebastien & josh. #sebastien & rhys. #sebastien & maddox.

[nonbinary-itachi]

Shisui Sensei Verse

Shisui studies his three students as they partake in an all out spar against him. Their teamwork is still dreadful - Naruto and Sasuke both want to go their own ways and Sakura was too focused on Sasuke to even think to help Naruto - but it was getting slightly better. Sort of.

He scoffs and twists out of the way as Sasuke uses their clan's great fireball jutsu against him. A Naruto clone immediately attempts a flying kick against him, but he grabs it's ankle and tosses it toward another, making both disappear in a puff of smoke.

That was a decent move, but Naruto needed to learn how to be stealthy before it had any hope of succeeding against him.

He's less impressed by the fact that Sakura hasn't done anything but hide behind the other two.

He flips over Sasuke, throwing a handful of kunai that Sasuke easily manages to divert with his own, and lands in front of Sakura. She squeaks.

Good lord.

She attempts to punch him, but he grabs her wrist, using her momentum to twist her around and placing a kunai against her throat. She stills. He can feel the anxiety rolling off her. He almost feels guilty for scaring her, but she needed to learn that she couldn't rely on the boys forever.

"Not bad," he says once the boys are glaring at him in anger. "Naruto, try to be quieter next time and you might get me. Sasuke, we still need to work on your teamwork, but that move with Naruto was impressive. Sakura," she looks up sheepishly, "stay behind for a minute. I want to talk to you. The rest of you are dismissed for the day. Meet back here at the same time tomorrow."

Naruto "ooooh"s at her while even Sasuke looks a mix of curious and mildly concerned. Shisui had yet to ask to speak with any of them privately, so no doubt they were all imagining terrible things.

He releases her from his grip, noticing that her eyes stayed firmly on the ground as the boys leave. From what he'd read of her Academy file, he's not surprised. She's likely never been in trouble before. "Sakura."

She swallows audibly. "Yes, sensei."

"Walk with me." Her eyes flicker to him curiously and she nods. He leads her several feet away to a tall, black stone slab with names carved in it. "Do you know what this is?"

She glances at him then the stone. "No."

"It's the memorial stone. The names of countless Shinobi who died in combat are carved on here. My entire genin team. My sensei. Friends I've made over the years. Their names are carved here."

Both fall silent. Sakura looks up at him. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I don't want you to be one of them, but at your current skill level, I'm afraid you will be."

That startles her and she gapes up at him. "Wh-what?"

He turns to face her. "Sakura, tell me something. Why did you become a Shinobi in the first place?"

"What?"

"Why did you become a Shinobi in the first place? It couldn't have been Sasuke since he didn't really leave the compound until he started at the Academy." An unfortunate side effect of the clan's segregation was that the children of the clan rarely interacted with those outside of the clan. "I doubt you met Ino until you started at the Academy either so there has to be something else."

She stays silent, thoughtful. "I-I don't- I just-"

Shisui puts a hand on her shoulder. "Tell you what. How about you take the night to think about it. If you figure it out and still want to be a Shinobi, you know where to meet us in the morning."

He squeezes her shoulder and walks away, wondering if he'd see her in the morning. "For the record," he adds, looking over his shoulder at her, "it's okay to have feeling for your fellow Shinobi. It's just when those feelings get in the way of doing your duty that you have a problem."

Sakura doesn't respond nor does he expect her to. Instead, he shushins away.

The following day, he shows up at his usual time and leans against a tree to wait for his students to trickle in as well. To his surprise, Sakura is the first to appear, and he greets her with a smile. "You think about what I said?" She nods. "Come to a decision?"

She nods again, firmer this time. "I want to be a kunoichi. I may have lost sight of that for a while, but... but now I remember."

His smile widens. "Good." He had high hopes for this one. Sasuke and Naruto were inherently powerful due to their respective heritages. Sakura didn't have that, but he had no doubt she's still make a killer kunoichi one day despite not having the pedigree.

#drabble #shisui #sakura #shisui sensei verse

[tvctionary]

A Survival Guide for Baby Vamps

OK, so you became one and there’s no turning back. The good news is that you’ll exist forever (unless someone stakes you, shoots you with wooden bullets, or drags you out in the sun while you’re asleep). You should never come out of your coffin during daytime, and you should also generally avoid the sun and anything related to it (and this includes solariums too). If you go out in the sun, you’ll begin to burn away in a very tormenting manner. The only way to endure exposure to sunlight is to consume faerie blood (which is not easy to come by). Avoid wearing or even coming into contact with anything made of silver, since it burns like hell and induces great pain, resembling a heart attack – thankfully of the kind you can survive. Stay away from Necromancers! You are now dead, and so these guys can literally twist you around their little finger.       Amazing! You’ll never get sick again. You don’t breathe, and so you can’t drown in the sea, in a lake or in a pool! You shouldn’t worry about accidents either, even when a heavy truck crushes your face, because as a vampire you have self-healing capabilities, which means that your wounds will heal before you can say Jack Robinson. Also, and this goes only for girls, you’re in for a bad time if you were a virgin when you were turned a vampire. Because of self-healing, the hymen will grow back after each time you have sex, forever. You can no say goodbye to botox and dieting! Your body will stay the same, no matter how many centuries pass, which means that if you were turned a vampire when you were nine you’re also in for a bad time. If you enter into a relationship with a human, you must be mentally prepared for significant changes in your relationship in the years ahead. Your better half will start aging at some point, whereas you will never age, and he/she will eventually pass away. You can always bite him/her in good time, and live happily ever after (literally). You are now supernatural beings, you can run faster than light, and you have the muscle of Superman. As time goes by, you will become even faster and stronger. It has been noted that thousand-year-old vampires can, most of the time, still fly. Your blood is now valuable. It has tremendous healing capacities (it can even wake the dead, so to speak), as well as various side-effects, it is sold illegally to addicted users (the V-addicts) that would kill for their fix, and forges bonds between you and those who have tasted it that can only be explained by metaphysics. Bite carefully, because, aside from being illegal, if you don’t control how you bite, you run the risk of killing your victim. Socially speaking, you are a minority. Be prepared for encountering a great deal of racist behavior. And this isn’t as outrageous as it seems, come to think of it, since your species used to uncontrollably kill and eat people until very recently. But the tables are now turned, technology has advanced! Tru Blood, a Japan-made synthetic bottled blood that comes in all types, in now sold in convenience stores and bars, and so there’s no need to break the law because you are hungry or thirsty. You should also bear in mind that the sentence administered by those higher up (also known as the Authority) for eating a human is certain death (True Death) – that is, non-negotiable staking. You also have the option of opposing the Authority and joining the Sanguinista Movement. The Sanguinistas are a faction of seditious vampires who believe in vampire world domination, refusing the notion that vampires should coexist peacefully with humans and upholding a literal interpretation of the Vampire Bible (a.k.a. the Original Testament), which states that humans are nothing more than food or nourishment for vampires – in other words, they are a bunch of die-hard fundamentalists. You should better avoid getting involved in the political/religious scene because you won’t be able to make heads or tails of it and you’ll also risk your skin in the process (in any case). Welcome aboard!    

[captains-simp]

can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

2.4k words

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet. 

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side. 

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by. 

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while. 

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress. 

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site. 

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.  

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV. 

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself. 

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved. 

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves? 

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months. 

*

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything. 

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow. 

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip. 

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back. 

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline. 

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands. 

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently. 

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory. 

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist. 

“So so much.” She added. 

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away. 

“Always.” 

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could. 

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you. 

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both. 

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her. 

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste. 

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake. 

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you. 

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked. 

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively. 

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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If you ever want to do a "Top 10 home gardening tomato cultivars" segment, I'm here for it. (My folks mostly plant Early Girls, but they have a ridiculously short growing season up there. I grow Sweet 100s, because they taste good enough and I gave up on growing anything other than cherries due to bastard squirrels who like to take exactly one bite out of larger tomatoes.)

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IT IS NOW TIME TO INFO DUMP

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Ok so the actual thing with tomatoes is there are- checks google- about 10,000 tomato cultivars out there and every single one of them is different, so you should tailor your tomato breeds to what you actually want to do with them.  10K is a lot a breeds to break down, but fortunately, there are ways to Do That:

1. Determinate vs. Indeterminate 

Determinate tomatoes grow to a genetically predetermined size and start fruiting.  Pros: Tends to have a short time between planting and fruiting, don’t get bigger than a certain size if you only have so much space. Cons: Once they’re done fruiting, that’s it. you really only get the one crop out of them.  Also tend to have sad, watered-down flavor.

Indeterminate tomatoes grow as big as the space will let them, and start fruting when they get around to it. Pros: Maximum Plant for minimum investment, which can be like 10x as big as a determinate plant. Will KEEP fruiting until it gets too cold, so if you can get it in a pot you can move inside you could potentially still be harvesting tomatoes after thanksgiving like my MIL was this year.  If you live somewhere warm like SoCal or AZ, you could keep it alive all year. Cons: MUCH longer time between planting and fruiting.  Indeterminate tomates Get there when they get there. Also may be more prone to disease and pests than the more-modified determinate plants.

There are determinate and indeterminate tomatoes in all 5 of the Greater Tomato Archetypes.  Speaking of:

2. The 5 Tomato Archetypes

I’m so good at segues! 

So tomatoes come in 5 basic types, each which is generally better for something culinary than the others.  You CAN substitute different types of tomato but your food generally doesn’t come out as good.

1. Cherry: Cherry tomatoes produce fruits that are about the size of cherries.  Some people put Grape and Saladette tomatoes in here but they are WRONG, both of those belong in the “Round/All-Purpose” group because Cherry tomatoes specifically have thinner skins, more soluable pectin, and more dissolved glutemates, which means they cook VERY differently.  Cherry tomatoes also produce a shitload of fruits at a time and might be some of the heaviest producers.  Tend to be more heat-tolerant. Good For:  Fresh tomato sauces (i.e. takes less than 20 minutes to make), salads, snacking on directly off the vine like you are a small tarsier discovering a hidden bounty of fruit.

Top reccomendations are: -Indigo Cherry or Dwarf Black Krim if you can find it. I always reccomend dark-pigmented tomatoes as I find they have better flavor, pest resistence and UV tolerance. Taste fruity but not over-sweet and Very Tomato-y.  -Sweet 100/Super-Sweet 100/Sweet Millions: All varietals of the same mass-producing Cherry Tomato. Makes absolute buckets of Tomatoes, sweeter and more fruity than the Indigo cherry, good disease resistence and long growing season.

2. Paste: Paste tomatoes are thin-skinned, meaty and soft tomatoes that... well, they make good tomato paste, the basis for all long-cooking tomato sauces and recipies. They tend to be kind of Oblong and sometimes grow in fun extras like lil tomato “dicks” or weird cthulian shapes, but this doesn’t effect the flavor or nutrition There’s a shitload of great varietals in this category, I’ve yet to hear of a Bad Paste Tomato, just Less Excellent ones.   Good For: Long-cooking Tomato-based dishes like: Bolognese, chili, ketchup, BBQ etc.  Also can and freeze well.

Top Reccomendations are: -Amish Paste: MEATY, and well-suited for growing in a variety of conditions.  Paste is smooth and velvety.  Good for Chili, BBQ and Bolognese. -Opalka tomato: Russian Tomato, little more on the acidic side, grows well in places prone to surprise late frosts.  Paste isn’t as smooth but very thick. makes great ketchup. -San Marzano: THE tomato for making Marinara Sauce (also does good bolognese). Sweeter and lighter, with a slightly runnier paste that clings well to pasta. cans and freezes excellently, does well in places with HOT summers.

3. Beef: Beef tomatoes are BIG motherfuckers that kind of take a long time to grow but are very rewarding.  Beef tomatoes are firm, have a very solid meat and are best eaten raw, typically sliced onto a sandwich or seared under a broiler for a NZ Mousetrap. Not only are the fruits big but so are the Plants, so they take a long time to reach maturity and the fruit takes FOREVER to ripen but if you like a sandwich, they can’t be beat.  Also they look hella impressive on instagram. They also tend to be more prone to Blossom End Rot (which is just a calcium deficiency- just make sure to fertilize with some eggshells and don’t over-water them), and despite the size, don’t tolerate cold well. Good for: Slicing on sandwiches, eating raw like you’re biting into the still-beating heart of your nemesis and enjoying that sweet, sweet revenge, searing quickly under a broiler or putting on a Kabob.

Top Reccomendations Are: -Brandywine: Hefty, great fresh tomato flavor, and PINK.  -Big Zac: Goddamn Massive Tomato. A Real Heckin’ Chonker. meatier flavor and lots of firm flesh with few seeds. -Beefmaster: One problem with Beef tomatoes is that a lot of them are heirloom varietals that aren’t as widely available. Of the ones that are easy to get your hands on, Beefmaster is the best, but it lacks the flavor punch of Brandywine or Big Zac, but it’s not a BAD tomato.

4. Round/Early/All-Purpose: The Workhorse of Tomatoes, the Round Tomato does it all- sauces, salsa, sandwiches, salads, and snacks.  But it doesn’t do them quite as well as the other, more specialized tomatoes.  Also, some of these tomatoes have been Over-Worked and bred to fruit early and transport well, at the expense of it’s Flavor.  I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU, EARLY GIRL AND BETTER BOY, YOU FLAVORLESS TENNIS BALLS, YOU INSULTS TO THE MIGHTY HOUSE OF NIGHTSHADES. Love yourself, don’t get Early Girl or Better Boy. If your season is too short for anything but the earliest of tomatoes, it may be better to grow Something Else than put all that effort in for Disappointment. That said, there are many types of Round/All-Purpose tomatoes that haven’t been overbred into corporate blandness, and I can reccomend them in good concisence if you’re not totally sure what you want to do with your tomatoes: Good For: Indecisive people, people just learning how to grow plants, using one plant for a variety of purposes, people who are not yet prepared to enter the world of Tomato Opinions. Top reccomendations are: -If you really must have an early-fruiting tomato, the Wayahead is an heirloom that people swear comes in early with good size, flavor and firm structure.  I have not personally tied this varietal but people I trust like it. -Black Krim: GOD-TIER TOMATO. It’s got it all- flavor, high yields, firm structure, pest and disease resistence, fucking purple stripes. Cans Well, Freezes well, seeds well and breeds true. Fuck yes. Other tomatoes fucking WISH they had what this Hot Bitch has. -Invincible is a damn-hard-to-kill tomato that isn’t very large but fruits reliably and preforms well all around.  it also ripens 3 fruits at a time so you’re not constantly overburdened with Tomato.  Probably my top pick for beginners that need an Emotional Support Crop.

5. Fun: This is not, strictly speaking, a traditional type of tomato, but I feel like it’s an important category for people who want to do something different or really enjoy all Tomatoes have to offer. Good For: Trying new things, taunting the garden gods with my hubris, showing off at the garden FB group, discovering new flavors of plant.

Top Reccomendations: -Mr. Stripey:  it has a goofy name, it’s yellow-and-pink striped, and it smells and tastes almost exactly like pineapple, but it doesn’t try to digest you back.  I love it. -Japanese Truffle: Dark Brown tomato that looks like someone tried to make ferro rochers at home and bungled it, and has a LONG maturation time, BUT it’s got a chocolately flavor and even at maturity has green insides which give it this. Lightness?  it’s hard to describe but it’s a fascinating flavor. The plant also is more branched and elegant than most tomatoes. Very different, very cool. -I have not personally tried Cherokee Purple but I have heard good things about it. We’ll see how it does in the garden this year. -Tomatillos and Ground Cherries:  Not actually tomatoes, but closely related. Neat herbaceous sort of flavor, like thyme but to the left.  Also comes in a fun Organic wrapping paper. -Ketchup ‘n’ Fries: a Sweet 100 tomato top grafted onto Kennebec Potato rootstock, so it grows both tomato AND potato!  Grafting was invented prbably about a week after the concept of agriculture was, and consists of taking two or more closely related plants and taping a cutting of oone into a hole in the other until the plants heal together.  Like that one gorilla-dude from Umbrella academy, but without the angst.  You can get them pre-made or attempt to make them at home if you’re feeling adventurous and are OK with potentially killing a bunch of starts while you learn.

Good Luck and Happy Gardening!

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[endofthelinegang]

Could you possibly do some headcanons of what you think tasm!Peter would be like drunk/high? I love you that’s it bye sorry 👉👈

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tasm! peter parker x fem! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ uhm i guess drinking (sorry i've never been high.)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷i love you too anon, also i love headcanons

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So for a trial run you decided to get him drunk in your apartment so that if he had any bad side effects other people wouldn’t see this. Peter would definitely act very calm with the idea but be panicking on the inside about what could happen.

I just imagine the two of you watching movies, you’re pacing yourself and he is drinking it like water and you’re like “Peter do you like vomiting in the morning?”

Well the alcohol doesn’t seem to be doing a damn thing to him so he’s just hanging out until he drinks some water and it all hits at once and he just looks at you wide eyed, you’re afraid he’s gonna vomit but instead he just grins and puts his thumb up.

Peter is a giggly fun drunk, kinda like if a great dane was able to speak in english and walk on two feet. Confused easily, distracted easily, tries to do slightly stupid shit, and won’t settle down. So you have to stop drinking to take care of him because he’s gonna drop at some point.

Wrong, this boy is up all night and is unstable physically and overly active mentally but at least it’s positive. The only other problem is his strength combined with stumbling around and crashing into things.

Wants to be as physically close to you as possible, but doesn’t realize how tight he’s holding onto you so you have to take control.

Will watch movies that he’s seen 100 times and recite them while playing on his or your phone or while his focus is elsewhere.

Peter will sleep forever after he’s been drunk almost like he died, it’s like the biggest crash you’ve ever seen. But his reflexes still work so if he’s snuggling you you’re stuck because he isn’t letting go.

Having to lock all of the goddamn windows so he won’t try and go webbing around the city laughing and giggling and getting distracted. Plus if he scared anyone he would just take his mask off and introduce himself.

Tell you he has a secret 300 times and it’s always “I love you”, or “I’m Spiderman but shhh don’t tell anyone.” And you just get to play the game of how many responses can I make up for this. One time he said ``I love you'' and you said “Thank you.” You had never seen him so offended. But he just went “Let’s try this one more time I LOVE YOU.” literally screaming two inches from your face.

Here are a couple scenarios to further depict the situation at hand:

- “Peter please come here, you’re gonna fall over.” You tried to warn him as you got up off the couch.

“I am fine.” With one arm out he crashes into the island and breaks the entire end off, pieces all over the floor. “DO NOT MOVE.” He jumped over the mess and picked you up, dropping both of you on the couch.

“Safe, you’re safe.” Peter just held you close to him curling you in a little ball staring at the island piece as if it had something.

“Sweetheart, I was safe before I wasn’t remotely close to the- yknow what thank you.” He grinned down at you, eyes half-lidded nodding his head.

- You left him alone for five minutes, maybe less until you heard music blaring from the TV in the living room.

Bringing blankets in the living room Peter was sitting on the couch screaming louder than the television “Or wish I offed myself instead Wish I was never born! I'm just Michael who's a loner, so he must be a stoner. Rides a PT Cruiser. God he's such a loser”

“Are-are you okay?” You placed a hand on his back and he immediately noticed the blankets that you held in the crook of your arm.

“BLANKETS! Thank you thank you thank you.”Without thinking he pulled you over the top of the couch with one arm basically launching you into him laughing and squeezing your arms laughing.

- Nothing was working, he would not sleep, you had watched endless movies and he was still wide awake even the usual trick wasn’t working.

You had his head in your lap as he stretched laying down on the couch playing with his hair.

“You’re very pretty.” Peter tipped his head back and took a look at you.

“Thank you Peter.” You yawned and continued to mess with his hair.

“Your legs are warm.” He took an arm and wrapped one under your thigh.

“Good, are you sleepy?” You sighed looking down as he curled up, stealing your leg from its original resting position.

“No.” Peter started tracing patterns on your pajama pants.

You took one hand from his hair and started running it up and down his nose thinking maybe that would work until he stole your hand and rolled back around to where he was laying flat on his back head propped up on your thigh.

“Your hands are beautiful.” He pressed his palm to yours before moving his side to side.

Peter continued to play with your hand for another 10 minutes.

So you would eventually give up the idea of sleeping and end up having to drink an energy drink to keep up with him until he crashed at 9 AM.

Once he wakes up he does not throw up but rather is perfectly fine unlike you who is completely exhausted and definitely has a headache. But at least you have a bunch of funny stories to tell him and remind him of for at least a week.

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[blobbyclouds]

can I make a get realtionship hc with Nadia asra and julian with a fem!MC having a naturally smooth alluring voice? like angelina jolie or just someone you can just listen to talk forever

Of course! This is a very cute/interesting request, so I hope you all enjoy it :)

warnings: none!

-Asra Alzanar-

The first time he ever met you, he was certain you had some sort of enchantment on you. Or, perhaps, that you were an enchantment in itself

There was something about your voice that made the rest of the world fade away

When you talk, you’re all he can hear. The way your voice soars and falls with your excitement, the little tremors and half giggled words when you say something funny, the way the words just flow and dance against one another

Your whispers are soft and alluring, making him want to lean in just to be a bit closer

When you say nice things about him his heart goes :)))

He loves the way you say his name. Just… loves it. When you cup his face and murmur his name, his eyes crinkle and his smile softens into this look of pure adoration as he leans into your touch

Even after knowing you for years, he could listen to your voice forever

And the idea that this lovely voice says things like “I love you, Asra” still boggles his mind

When he gets back from traveling and hears your voice for the first time in weeks, all he wants to do is hear you talk about everything you did while he was gone

Faust tends to sway side to side when she hears your voice, utterly mesmerized

Asra is your #1 simp, no questions asked

After long days or bad dreams, hearing your voice soothes him and reminds him that everything will be okay… that those dark parts of the past are gone

He swears your voice alone adds a sort of alluring beauty to your magic

Asra usually has a decent backbone, but the moment you put your voice into this sweet, higher register he’s on his knees for anything you want

-Nadia Satrinava-

Being born and raised in royalty, Nadia has heard some of the finest voices in the land, whether they be singers, speech makers, or cunning nobility

Then you walk in, murmur hello, and she’s certain you’re the first truly lovely voice she’s ever heard in her life

She was enamored with everything you said, even if it was little things like polite greetings or light laughs, so of course she couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with you, and the rest is history

When you and Nadia are chatting as you wander through the halls, the servants are very guilty of eavesdropping to see what’s making that lovely voice laugh and ramble

At parties, people tend to crowd around you for conversations and it’s only Nadia’s stern gaze that keeps you from being absolutely swarmed

She’s well aware of your voice’s effect on people, and will request you come to certain meetings with certain annoying courtiers, so that instead of running their mouths, they’re listening to your lovely voice

Your voice makes any of her headaches utterly vanish

Loves hearing your voice around the palace. Sometimes, all the palace’s grandeur, formality, and strangers can make it not feel like home, but your voice… your voice makes it a home

Your soft humming or story telling makes stacks of paperwork feel like less of a chore

When her sisters met you, they all fawned and fussed over what a lovely voice you have

-Julian Devorak-

He was walking when he first heard you speak, and literally ran into a door because he hadn’t expected to suddenly hear a voice like… that. Maybe in the midst of a storm on a ship he wouldn’t have been as surprised, since he would assume it came from a siren of sorts. But in the middle of the city?? What???

Then he saw you, the origin of that lovely voice

And then cue Julian stumbling over to you and trying not to make a fool of himself, a dynamic that remains persistent through the rest of your relationship :’)

When you join him on doctor visits, all his patients adore hearing your voice. Some swear that just hearing it heals them a bit

When he has nightmares, your soothing voice lulls him back to sleep like nothing else. Sometimes he’ll just ask you to ramble to him, and he’ll slowly drift off

It’s extra nice when your voice comes into his dreams, and your voice seems to be watching over him even then

He loves hearing you tell stories because your voice adds a whole other layer

And when you two tell stories together? You can capture the attention of an entire tavern or ballroom with just your opening lines, playing off one another’s energy and making every character and scene come to life

People have literally requested the two of you come by certain parties, because y’all are iconic

He melts when you call him things like doctor, darling, or my sweet because your voice makes him absolutely weak

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[ezlebe]

if you are still accepting prompts: tomgreg in the great outdoors

“This isn’t like, actual camping?” Greg says, arms wrapped around his middle, as he stares over the rail of the admittedly very richly appointed back porch of the cabin.

Tom hums low, leaning back into the same rail while tilting his head up. “Did you really expect it to be?”

“I mean – I don’t know?” Greg says, shrugging with a tight shift of a shoulder up almost to his ear. “It’s just a mansion in the woods, though. Like. It has running water? And art?”

“I didn’t take you for such a purist, Greg.”

“No – like, sort of?” Greg says, twisting at the hair curling around one of his ear with a pair of fingers. “Not really, but… uh, I used to be like forced to go with my grandpa when he did some of his hikes, and – and like tents were involved. And shovels, you know, and like being cold.”

“Hikes with tents and shovels, Gregory?” Tom says, skeptical, trying to imagine Greg lugging around actual gear as a skinny sapling of a child.

“Like, yeah. He takes – took, I guess, like really long hikes,” Greg says, turning to look at Tom with a shrug, then reaching up and sweeping hair across his forehead. “Like, when I was eleven or something, my mom had to — uh, she had to go, and I went with him on this one all around Lake… Superior? It took like forever.”

Tom raises a brow high up his forehead. “Sounds like a real bonding experience.”

“He didn’t like when I – ” Greg presses his lips together, offering another small, tight shrug that speaks volumes. “I actually talked to him, but I met a lot of people.”

Tom tuts with something less like humor than disapproval. “Be real, Greg, was he trying to lose you?”

“Maybe,” Greg says, lifting his voice in a lilt, then looking over to Tom directly with a crook of his brows. “If he was, though, like… he was real bad at it.”

Tom tips his head with a brief, thoughtful flattening of his lips. “You probably chattered so much he didn’t need a bear bell.”

“Oh, uh, actually…” Greg offers a short stretch of his neck to the side, glancing away from and to Tom between blinks.  “Did you know that, uh — like the human voice is a more effective bear warning than the bell?”

“Did he tell you that or did you read it, you oversize Cuvier.”

Greg is quiet for a pair of seconds, brows curving inward. “I actually can’t even remember?”

Tom huffs through his nose, glancing backward at a clank somewhere in the cabin. He frowns, slightly — pretty much everyone should still be recovering from being forced into a small boat and then to fish as a bonding activity. It’s been a… long day.

“I’m going to like, make a fire,” Greg announces, pushing away from the rail with a markedly firm resolve.

“What?” Tom says, following into the kitchen while a smirk curves across his lips. “You’re making a fire?”

“Yeah, like – why not?” Greg says, as he starts rooting around in the cabinets. He makes a noise as he pulls out a bag of big marshmallows, then a pair of milka bars, and by the time a blue box is shoved in Tom’s hands, it’s pretty clear what he really wants out of said fire.

Tom opens his mouth to complain about being used as some caddy, or as Greg, only for a huge, oversize Sherpa blanket to be added to the pile. He nearly drops everything, consequently, and by the time he’s fumbled everything into a good grip, Greg is heading out the back door. “You’ve gone some ways beyond the pit, buddy,” he says, passing it, as well, while tapping the box of graham crackers against his thigh.

“Like, obviously,” Greg says, with some ludicrous edge of snootiness to his tone.

Tom takes a deep breath, rolling his lips while looking up at the softly whispering canopy above their heads. “If we get lost, I’m eating you first.”

Greg hums a firm denial, a bit too sure of himself, as he seems to focus on the ground passing under his feet. “You wouldn’t.”

“I might, Greg,” Tom says, making his voice hard, but feeling a small smile curl at the edge of his mouth.

“It would make you like way too sad,” Greg says, shaking his head, and briefly looking up, then back down with a thoughtful grunt. “I could eat you, I think. If I could like convince myself, you know, it would be like mourning you, in a way?”

“Flattering,” Tom says, flatly, stepping over a tall, knotted cluster of roots.

“It sort of is,” Greg says, nodding with a drop of his head, where he pauses, then bends to scoop up a few larger branches with a squeeze at their middle and a peer at the ends. “It’s called like mortuary cannibalism? And like a bunch of different people used to do it all over.”

“Huh…” Tom takes a deep breath, watching Greg kick around to find dry branches and leaves under the damp surface floor. Is he really doing this? “It sounds like someone is getting his podcast privileges revoked.”

“It’s interesting,” Greg insists, hugging his gathered accoutrements while turning to look at Tom with a somehow winsome blink. “Consuming as like a form of love?”

Tom offers a tut, as he resettles the blanket and sweets against his arm. “If this is some angle for more blowies, it’s not working great, Greg.”

Greg huffs while picking up another broken branch from the ground. “You’re so horny, Tom.”

Tom watches Greg gather more bits of forest litter, following him in deeper, and realizes that Greg was the only one not to complain on that first little executive team trip – not about the outdoors, anyway, he complained about a lot of other things, but the endless walking, and the fields, and the chilly air… He’d been fine. Huh.

Greg stops some distance into the forest, a small clearing in front of them, and dumps the sticks to the ground. He starts kicking leaves away, then rocks in, “This is going to be like a real fire, Tom.”

Tom purses his lips, staring down to watch as assorted scattered rocks slowly make a tight circle in the cleared section of forest floor. He opens his mouth, thinking of offering some advice, only to find himself wordless, as Greg swiftly stacks the wood in an evident, organized Lincoln-log manner. “…I hate to agree, but you really look like you know what you are doing.”

“Thanks,” Greg chirps, continuing to stack his branches.

Tom watches the proceedings and feels a little bit useless, the ways he used to light fires still on the tip of his tongue, but mostly he’s almost… proud – if he was with a different group of people, he’d be tempted to make them come watch. He raises a brow when Greg pulls out his lighter, thumbing the wheel to strike up a flame. “Isn’t that cheating?”

Greg shakes his head, setting alight a tight bundle of leaves. He throws it inside his pyramid, then turns to look at Tom with a grin, as the fire gradually sparks to life in front of him. “Hey, hey?”

Tom cocks his brows and stares for a few disbelieving seconds, “You’re a bonafide scout, buddy.”

“I wasn’t allowed to be in the scouts,” Greg says, hugging at his knees while staring deeply into the fire with a dropped chin. He glances over, then down, to seemingly just watch Tom set the chocolate and marshmallows to the side, then the graham crackers on the other. “Or, I guess, maybe… I didn’t really have a way to get to meetings? I don’t even remember.”

“Seems you didn’t need them,” Tom says, as he steps back while unfolding the blanket, flattening it as well as he can on the ground next to Greg’s crouch beside the fire. “You learned just as much with the grouchiest curmudgeon of a Den Mother, huh? No wonder you’re so sure you could eat me.”

Greg huffs through his nose, scrunching his shoulders up in a shrug.

“Jesus, Cousin Greg,” Roman says, bursting through the ferns with a bizarrely harried look. “Are you trying to kill us?”

“No, I’m like trying to make s’mores, obviously,” Greg says, glancing pointedly at the little pile of goodies stacked just off the blanket. “They’re like the whole point of being forced to camp.”

“Are you scared of a little fire?” Tom asks, raising a brow high up his forehead.

“Fuck you, I’m scared of someone turning out to be a jumbo-size firebug and killing the rest of us.”

“You came over here, Roman?” Tom reminds, then points through the narrow spaces between trees at the dim glow of the rest of the group yakking on the back porch. “We’re over thirty yards from your glorified manor.”

“In a forest full of trees,” Roman says, spinning in a wide circle to encompass the whole of the somewhat endless forest. “Not using a perfectly good firepit.”

“It’s a rainforest,” Greg says, then gestures down at the fire with his stick, then the cleared out and rock encased space around it. “And I was like careful. I’m not starting a forest fire, that’s like… really shitty karma.”

“Worse than what you’ve already done?” Roman mocks, lifting his chin with a challenging sneer.

“Uh,” Greg seems to actually think, glancing over at Tom with a brief furrow of his brows, then back to Roman with a weak shrug. “Like, yeah? I think it would be.”

“Like, yeah,” Roman mocks, reaching down and snatching up the bag of marshmallows with a snarl at his lips. “Lets see you do it now, numbnuts.”

“Roman, man…”

Tom raises a brow at the tone, carefully reaching into the box of cookies with only the sparest crinkle. He’s quite sure if Greg really wanted, already crouching like he is, he could totally jump and bring down Roman without trying, even as passive as he usually is — he is not a man to steal food from… unless your name is Tom.

Roman scoops up the milka bars next, actually sticking out his tongue, then typically he darts off with a horrible little cackle.

“Don’t,” Tom says, hardening his voice, as Greg stands to take off after him. He shakes his head, when the tension sloughs off a beat later, snapping a graham cracker in half with a pointed sigh. “You kill him over chocolate and no way I can keep you out of prison.”

“I want s’mores,” Greg says, petulant, briefly squaring his shoulders and straightening upward to full height, as he sends a glare at Roman’s shrinking back.

Tom makes a point to bite at the corner of a cookie. “He left the good parts.”

Greg looks over while his brow furrows, then his eyes drop to the box. “…Tom, the graham crackers aren’t the good parts.”

“They are, actually,” Tom says, offering the other square to Greg, who pouts down at it with an appealing press of his lips. “Eat up.”

Greg shoves the graham cracker in his mouth with a harsh sigh through his nose. He takes a step closer and drops down onto the blanket with a deep scowl up at Tom.

“Oh, you’ll live,” Tom says, reaching down and scrubbing a hand through Greg’s hair. It predictably makes him unwind that much further, until he’s slumped loosely, rather than still ready to jump the moment Tom looks away. “Your blood glucose will thank you.”

“I do have something else…?” Greg pulls out a pre-roll with a wag of his brows, as if he’s really revealed some grand surprise.

“Oh, do you? Shocked,” Tom says, wiping the crumbs onto his jeans with a smile curving across his mouth. He drops down next to Greg on the blanket, stretching his legs out close to the fire. “What ridiculous name have they given it this time?”

“Wedding Cake,” Greg says, pulling his lighter back out with a flick to open up the cap. “It was a like two-pack, but we can share?”

Tom watches the flame catch the end of the joint and sear the paper, then Greg inhaling it to a brief smoldering cherry. “Of course.”

The blanket isn’t exactly long enough for either of them, but it keeps them from getting damp on the ground or bugs in odd places. He stares across the fire into the forest, darkening as the sun so gradually dips, and it’s too easy to pretend it’s just them out here.

“Here,” Greg says, nudging at Tom’s arm with a turned wrist.

“It’s been real nice, hasn’t it,” Tom says, taking a deep puff and holding it in his lungs, then coughing it out while placing the joint back into Greg’s grabby fingers. “The weather, I mean. A lot less cold than I expected. It’s about the same as Minnesota.”

“Yeah,” Greg sighs, laying flat on his back across the blanket, closing his eyes against the twilight.

The fire crackles quietly next to them, smoke blessedly going in the opposite direction; it’s just the right size to warm one side of Tom’s body, too, in easy flickers of heat, but not so hot that he feels like he might have to move away. It’s really sort of perfect, actually, even without the s’mores.

“My grandpa was a really shitty hiking buddy,” Greg says, lowly, pausing for a pair of beats, then he clears his throat. “We never smoked weed.”

Tom rolls his eyes and drops down flat, too. “We haven’t gone on a hike, yet.”

“Me and him did go to, uh…” Greg flaps a hand above their heads with a meandering hum.    “Mont Mégantic? It was like… some kind of amazing in the fall.”

Tom grabs the hand and presses his thumb gently into the standout edge of Greg’s bony wrist. “Yeah?”

“Like, you should go – o-or we could go?” Greg says, turning his head on the blanket and raising his brows with a hopeful little grin. “I think you’d probably – uh, like it. The whole deal. It’s barely an hour outside Montreal, or something like that.”

“Sounds nice,” Tom says, tracing his thumb further up Greg’s hand, brushing the hairs up against the side. “I wonder if there’s no cell service.”

“There might be, but like…” Greg offers the joint again with a blink and pointedly-raised brows, “You don’t need to tell anyone?”

Tom exhales a bark of laughter, reluctantly letting go of Greg to put the joint between his lips, as he realizes he’s feeling real fuzzy at the edges. “That’s true.”

It’s one of the strains that makes Tom feel woozy and boneless rather than like he should be worried about the GDP of Andorra, so that’s nice. He can feel the knit of his sweater shifting against his skin, too; he’s not sure if that’s nice, yet… Yeah, it’s nice.

“This is pretty great,” Greg says, petting at the blanket, fingertips brushing distractingly at Tom’s waist, then wriggling into it further with a pitchy hum. “This is my best idea.”

“Could do without the shitty fucking mosquitos,” Tom says, glancing in a narrow peek sideways at a buzz just next to his ear. “Though that… bizarre propane thing Matsson brought seems to be doing a pretty good job.”

“Mosquito magnet….” Greg muses, then grunts a low agreement. “I heard they can – uh, suck a rein-a caribou like totally dry, or whatever?”

“Like vampires, Greg?” Tom says, raising his brows, turning his head to look over with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. He glances over Greg’s side profile, feeling an idle urge to roll over on top of him to dig his hands deep in his hair and map the ridges of his teeth with his tongue, but… Roman could easily be watching from a tree like a deranged monkey. “I somehow doubt that, but I… I do sort of enjoy the idea in a horror movie way.”

“Oh,” Greg intones, thoughtful and breathy, the noise somehow washing over Tom’s skin like a physical brush. “That would be in-interesting, as like… a monster movie deal, you know, and it’s just like mosquitos? Which are like, actually, real vampires?”

“Are you saying that any given swarm of mosquitos could be a vampire, Greg?” Tom says, with a disbelieving laugh, trying to imagine it and only descending into further bursts of laughter. “Instead of a bat?”

“No, man, but that sounds really like, cool,” Greg says, an honest, earnest excitement entering his voice while he leans up on his elbows. “Hey, Tom… We can make people make movies, right?”

“Technically, yes,” Tom says, swallowing back another guffaw, then tipping his head against his arm while spinning his hand, knuckles brushing the soft, fluffy edge of the blanket. Fuck, it’s like nothing, so soft against the back of his hand. “It would be a levying of inappropriate power, sure, but not technically anything prohibited.”

“I think we should do it,” Greg says, leaning further over Tom with bright eyes and a grin splitting across his face, reaching out and grabbing at his bicep and pressing it into the spongy forest floor. “Mosquito Vampires of the Woods.”

Tom narrows his eyes for a pair of beats, then shakes his head with an exaggeratedly disappointed hum. He reaches up and cuffs Greg at the chin in a way that accidentally becomes more of a caress along his jaw. “You need to improve the name, Gregg-O.”

“It – it says what it is,” Greg argues, taking the joint back with an irked curl of his fingers and flick of his wrist.

“I guess you could do a Troma deal,” Tom says, turning his head with a bleary blink, shrugging with a single shoulder that leaves him curved further toward Greg. “Make it purposefully bad. Star in it yourself.”

“No,” Greg says, pinching his mouth into a dissatisfied moue. “I’d hate that.”

“You should,” Tom says, angling further onto one arm and reaching out to shove at the hollow of Greg’s shoulder with a pair of lazy fingers, then tugging some on his soft sweater – did Tom buy this? He think he did… It was a good choice. “Cast nothing but short bastards in it? And then… shit, the woman in red on the cartoon?”

“Oh, uh…” Greg takes a deep breath, staring hard at his fingers playing with the blanket between them while his eyes go wide, then narrow, until he offers a sharp, abrupt exhale. “Ms Bellum? Tha-That’s like so mean.”

Tom shakes his head with some exaggerated regret. “Greg, it is… simply the role you were born to play.”

“Are you two smoking fucking reefer?” A sharp, nasally voice says, interrupting any nice feelings at all with a nasty dose of Kendall.

“Did you know weed was decriminalized here in 1975?” Greg asks, peering up at Kendall with hooded, red eyes, then sticking the joint between pursed lips – clearly, to punctuate himself.

Kendall eyes Greg for a pair of solid beats, then drops his head to look at Tom while a sneer folds across his lips. “Since when do you smoke weed?”

“He doesn’t really smoke,” Greg says, not done, apparently, while passing the dwindling joint up to his undeserving cousin, “But I’ve been getting him gummies since forever.”

“Please stop talking, Greg,” Tom mutters, rolling flat on his back and covering his face with a grimace into the back of his arm.

Kendall exhales a harsh cough. “In the office, Wambsgans?”

“If you drug test me, I drug test you,” Tom says, a little too fuzzy and buzzy to really give a shit about how Kendall might get for talking back.

Kendall is quiet for a few marked beats. “You can’t test me,”

“Enough of the board can, and I share with Hosseini and Matsson and – and Budlofsky the Grandpa Veggie Regent, over here, obviously,” Tom says, sitting up and taking the blunt back from Kendall, then miming giving them out in front of his knees, ending with Greg at his side. He raises his brows, “They’re like chocolates. Nice little favors.”

“He has chocolates, too,” Greg says, hand skating across Tom’s arm with a somewhat jolting brush of fingers.

“Greg,” Tom says, looking over while badly swallowing a laugh at the back of his throat. “Down boy.”

Greg blinks once, frozen and startled, then wheezes out a giggle that has him curling up against Tom’s shoulder. He’s so damned heavy; it’s nice.”

“Okay, uh,” Kendall says, rolling his eyes up at the sky with a dismayed twist at the corner of his mouth. “I lost the short straw… you guys really going to freeze out here all night?’

“I genuinely refuse to believe anyone cared,” Tom says, sucking inward while sticking the dwindling roach between his teeth. “Try again.”

“And, you know,” Kendall says, drawing his voice out flat, as if it makes him any less nosy. “We had a bet if you were like out here fucking, or something. Since Rome stole your shit.”

“But it’s so buggy,” Greg says, leaning in abruptly raising his hand while yanking down the sleeve of his pullover. “Look at my arm.”

“Look at his arm,” Tom repeats, mock seriously, reaching out and tapping at one of the swollen marks with the backs of his knuckles. “And the entire executive floor is within – ” He turns to gesture with the same hand behind them at the cabin. “Including my literal ex-wife. I’m not that much of a freak.”

Kendall shrugs forward on his toes while shoving his hands into his pockets. “Shiv actually like went out with one of the fish guides.”

“Alright, so drop the tally by one,” Tom mocks, rolling his eyes hard, though inwardly setting his money on the tattooed butch, becausethere’d been a lot of gratuitous coddling and polehandling on the boat. “Aren’t you supposed to be bonding with your senior executives?”

“I’ve known most everyone else like longer than –” Kendall jerks his head to the side. “Greg here’s been alive.”

“And?” Tom says, sneering, only to feel his expression collapse, as Kendall bends and starts to crouch down. “No, now I didn’t – ”

Greg throws his hands up, as Kendall makes contact with his own heels, and slumps backward onto the blanketed ground with the dynamism of a deflating balloon animal.

“So,” Kendall says, clasping his hands in front of him, as the firelight flicks across a punchable smirk. “I guess we should, like, talk about strategy and our team effectiveness?”

#tomgreg #also this is like in some nebulous future or an au? smth #and like dont start rando fires in the woods probably #unless youre fictional go wild #cw cannabis

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Resolution - BTS CEO DRABBLE PT 3

So I started this tumblr thinking I would post nothing and now I’ve posted three things in the last 24 hours, what was meant to be a one shot now has three parts lol. I didn’t think the second part was good enough so I’m hoping this part is x

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The doorbell rings an hour too early, but no one stands at the door when you open it... weird. Until you glance down to see the white box wrapped in purple ribbon. Taking it into your apartment you unwrap the bow and open the box, gasping at the beautiful black dress inside with a little note attached “wear me tonight?”

The butterflies in your stomach caused you to giggle, you try to settle your nerves as you get ready for your first date with the seven men that ruled your heart.

You’re finished getting ready far too early and now you pace the apartment in anticipation, what if it all goes wrong? What if they decide this was all a mistake? What would you do then, to dangle this hope in front of you and take it away would crush you.

Your nerves get the better of you, and the little butterflies turn into stinging bees, causing you to clutch your stomach in pain. Maybe you should call it off before you ruin it all.

In your negative headspace you don’t hear the light knocks on the door, 15 minutes too early to be the boys, but your ears catch the soft murmur of Tae’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Flower?” He calls for you. You hear more voices in the background, as Jimin and Jungkook start to speak.

“Maybe she’s still getting ready?” Jungkook mumbled, his own nerves getting to him as he nibbles on his bottom lip in habit.

“Angel?” Jimin says louder than the other two, knocking on the door loudly, but you’re frozen in place. You want to do this, the universe knows you do but the doubt that clouds over you is suffocating you as you breathe. Why would they possibly want this?

“Angel, Jungkook’s going to knock down the door if you don’t open up!” Jimin calls in loudly, voice clear as bells ringing through your apartment, and you wince hoping your neighbours are out.

“You’re worrying us pretty flower,” Tae chimes in after him.

Would it be the worst thing if they broke down the door? You could always bill them for it and hide underneath the bed...

“Bunny?” It’s Jungkook’s voice that makes you move, you always had a soft spot for the maknae, he was younger than you and you felt very protective over him. “Noona, are you there?” He only ever called you formally when he felt vulnerable or insecure and your heart breaks a little for being the cause of it.

You open the door with downcast eyes, the excitement gone as the cloud that looms over you swallows you whole.

The boys share a look, Jungkook stepping forward to bring your face into his soft hands. You look up at his doe eyes, swimming with stars inside, and he offers you a reassuring smile. Jimin wolf whistles next to him and you cover your burning cheeks with your own palms.

“Hyung!” Jungkook tells him off for teasing you.

“Couldn’t help it,” Jimin laughs before taking your hands and tearing them away from your face. “What’s got my sinful angel looking so sad?”

He bends down until his eyes are level with yours, and you look away hesitantly, hoping he doesn’t see through you.

“You look beautiful flower,” Taehyung smiles as he brings out the bouquet he hid behind him.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, feeling awkward at the compliment. Jimin tuts in front of you.

“I asked you a question Y/n, what’s wrong?”

It’s your turn to nibble your lips self consciously, before Tae presses his thumb against them to stop you. You try not to look at him, you know how well he can read you, and you’re not proven wrong when he hums in thought.

“I think my good girl is having some bad thoughts,” he says in his signature timbre. Eyes narrowing as you shuffle uncomfortably.

“Naughty thoughts?” Jimin smirks teasingly.

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighs at his older friend’s antics, but even Tae laughs a little, boxy grin on show.

“Let’s talk business Y/n,” Jimin continues, as you frown at him in confusion. What did he mean by that? “We are business men after all,” he says as if it’s the most obvious fact on earth.

“We know how to strike a deal that benefits both parties, so let’s make a deal.” His hands are still clutching yours as he steps closer to you, not letting you step back from his new intimidating stare.

“Come to dinner with an open heart, and let us show you how much we want you,” he whispers against your lips and you stop breathing. “We’ve been waiting for this for a very long time angel, and my patience is running out.”

You’re forced to swallow nothing as his eyes penetrate through yours, trying to lean back to get some room to breathe, but that’s not what Jimin wants. He wants you to drown in them until you give in.

You nod meekly, as Tae smirks beside you both.

“Good girl.”

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The car ride did nothing to calm your nerves, you leg bounced so much that Tae put a big palm over it to steady you but it had the complete opposite effect as you felt the heat from his hand travel through your skin.

When you arrived, Jimin opened the door like a gentleman before grabbing a hand and pulling you out a little impatiently, a cheeky apology leaving his lips as he didn’t let you break eye contact with him. He literally would not let you live tonight it seemed.

You’d visited the mansion before, for official business of course, but tonight it looked a little more intimidating than usual. You felt a palm on your back as Jungkook walked beside you, smiling softly at you, crinkling his nose in excitement. That eased you a little and you reflected his smile back at him.

Namjoon and Hobi stood at the enterance waiting to greet you, you offer them a small smile and they grin in return.

“Wow sunshine,” Hobi looks you up and down, the dress hugged you in all the right places and he reminded himself to thank Tae later for picking it out.

He takes you from Jungkook with an arm around your waist, and leaves a small peck on your lips unexpectedly. Your heart rate skyrockets to the moon, you feel his warmth breath as he sighs, rubbing his nose softly against yours, eyes closed in content.

“Sorry sunshine, couldn’t resist,” he chuckles softy. Namjoon clearing his throat breaks you out of the spell Hobi cast you under and you step away a little embarrassed, you can hear Jimin coo and you hope your ears haven’t turned red.

Ever the gentleman, Namjoon takes your hand in his before bowing down to kiss it. He turns it over so your palm faces the sky before pacing another kiss on your wrist. He hums as if contemplating a difficult equation, before pulling you closer and kissing your arm before the juncture of your elbow. When he looks up at you, you feel your breath hitch in your throat. You definitely weren’t going to survive tonight going by the predatory look in your gentle boss’ eyes. He moves closer still, before placing his lips on the exposed skin of your collar bone, lingering there longer than he had before, humming contently. The next kiss is on your throat and you find the hand he’s not holding grab onto him to ground your self. You can feel the smirk against your skin, and it makes you shudder in anticipation through the warmth that envelops you.

He still hasn’t kissed your lips yet, you think. So when he pulls away slightly you act before you realise what you’ve done. It’s Namjoon’s turn to freeze as your lips move against his, the pillows of your lips so soft he thought he was imagining it, until you pull away with a soft moan and he nearly growls.

“When you’re done, there’s dinner on the table getting cold,” Yoongi scoffs from the door. You’re pretty sure you could contest hell for how hot your cheeks are burning, and the cool night air does nothing to cool them, not with Yoongi looking at you with his feline eyes.

“Is kitten done playing with her new toys?” He teases and you choke on air, causing Jimin to laugh into the air and Jungkook to rub your back soothingly. Yoongi’s gummy grin shows itself at your reaction, he could hardly talk with the way he always played with you.

“Ya Yoongi, if you kill my beautiful girl before she even tastes my food I won’t be happy,” Jin yells from inside.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but holds out his hand for you, an unfamiliar softness in his eyes, one that was always there when he looked at you, but made sure you never saw until now. You couldn’t help the smile as you walked up to him, never annoyed for too long, not when he made this warmth spread across your chest. When you take his hand he looks at you like every star is held inside your eyes, soft smile gracing his features. He was never a fan of stargazing until now, he hated any form of eye contact but with you he could hold your gaze forever.

He places a kiss on your cheek first, looking at you to make sure you were okay. He might tease you until you felt your soul burn but he always made sure you were okay. He tucks in a loose stand of hair the wind decided to blow out of place, before looking at your lips, leaning in to rid the space between you both. You felt a fire ignite as his lips met yours, Yoongi was a closed book most of the time but he always silently told you what he was thinking. You could feel everything he wanted to say in the way his mouth moved slowly against yours, and it took your breath away.

“Yoongi stop hogging her!” Jin came through the door, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, no real anger behind his words. Yoongi groans as he pulls away, looking at you with a peaceful smile.

Softly he pushes you towards Jin, who wraps his arms around you expectedly.

“Hi princess,” he said unexpectedly, making you giggle. That one was new, and he loved the reaction it got out of you, biting swollen lips to stop yourself grinning.

“Hi handsome,” you blush as you try to flirt back, if they made you feel all fuzzy inside you could try to do it back right? You hear laughter behind you as Jin’s ears burn bright red and he stutters a little. You take the chance to kiss his perfect pillow lips and he swears he can feel steam leave his ears with how hot he’s feeling. Maybe he should call you dangerous girl instead.

“Dinners ready,” he says in a small voice, letting you go in a daze and walking through the house. It’s your turn to chuckle now.

“Told you she was having naughty thoughts,” you hear Jimin say to Tae, rolling your eyes at him as they walk past. As you move to follow them a hand on yours holds you back.

You look at Jungkook with confusion, his eyes are on the ground as he shuffles from foot to foot, waiting for his Hyungs to move into the next room.

He clears his throat before pouting, “Noona you’re really mean,” he whispers, and your heart beats with worry.

“Kookie?” You question, running a thumb across his cheek, as your palm held his face to look at yours. His cute pout contrasts the darkness in his narrowing eyes.

“I didn’t get a kiss Bunny,” he grumbles. You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop grinning at his behaviour but he can see what you’re trying to do, pout turning stern as his arms wrap around you, lifting you into the air.

“Kookie,” you squeal in surprise, but it’s his turn to grin. “Jungkook put me down!”

He shakes his head, “need a kiss first Noona.”

You sigh in faux annoyance, this demanding boy really was something else. You take his face in your palms, leaning down to kiss him. He drinks you in fervently, feeling your heat against his mouth. Your last doubts dissipate as the maknae grips your skin tighter, fighting with himself to pull away. He looks at you with hunger in his eyes, but as you smile at him, eyes full of love, he decides to smile back. He could wait a little longer to devour you, his eyebrows wiggle at the thought, making you giggle again, the sound music to his ears, calming his own heart down.

He starts walking towards where the others are waiting, still holding you in his grasp as if you weighed nothing.

“Kookie, I can walk,” you don’t know why you’re a giggling mess but it definitely has something to do with the man holding you. He hums dissaprovingly against your skin, nipping at your collar bone causing you to gasp. He was starving for you, a little taste wouldn’t hurt.

“Why do you need to walk Bunny?” He murmured against you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying how warm your skin was getting at his actions.

You both enter the dining room, where six other men lovingly await. Their eyes and smiles on you, and you wondered why you ever doubted anything in the first place.

#ceo bts #bts ceo au #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff #yoongi au #yoongific #namjoon x reader #namjoon au #hoseok au #seokjin x reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts poly #bts poly!au #poly bts #bts polyamory #taehyung fanfic #jimin one shot #jimin fanfic #jungkook au #BTS ceo!au #bts writing

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Corpse’s Girl

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?

Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤

P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘

Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.

He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.

“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.

I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.

“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.

I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.

“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.

The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.

“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.” 

I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.

The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting. 

“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“

He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”

I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”

“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.

“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.

He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“

I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“

He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”

I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“

He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”

I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.

Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.

“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.

I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.

My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”

“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.

“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“

I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.

My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.

I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.

When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.

“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“

I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”

I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.

“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt. 

I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“ 

And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....

I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.

“This is all my fault.“

Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.

“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.

“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.

 I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.

Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.

While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.

“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.

And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.

My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.

And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.

Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.

Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.

Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.

I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.

I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.

                                                            *  *  *

I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.

I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.

My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.

I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.

We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold. 

“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.

I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.

“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“

“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.

Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.

Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.

Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.

                                                              *  *  *

Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours. 

I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper. 

And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity. 

I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.

One tear slides down my cheek.

Another follows.

And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.

A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.

“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.

Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.

I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.” 

He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”

I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life. 

What do I have to lose?

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.

I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.

It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.

Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me. 

I choose to believe the latter.

And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.

“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“

His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”

He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”

I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”

He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.

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