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February 2024 Movies/Shows Wrap-Up

A little monthly (spoilery!) wrap-up of all the shows, movies, and shorts I’ve watched or am watching in February 2024, general thoughts, and ranking of them all.

Recommendation of the month(s): Honestly, this month involved me watching BLs which brought something new to the table (omegaverse, fantasy & thai legends, isekai-ed into a game, lawyers and crime) but none of them stood out to me as much as I’d hoped (my greatest wish is stronger, more coherent scriptwriting). Recommendation is try whichever concept seems most appealing.

Ranking

Pit Babe = The Sign = Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Love For Love's Sake = Midnight Runners (2017) = Laws of Attraction (2023)

Average Rating: 6.25/10 [unfortunate that I just for 6 and 6.5s considering I was hoping for more from Pit Babe/The Sign/Laws of Attraction]

MDL Updates - Added to Watchlist:

A section because I’m curious about how many shows I decide to add to my Watch List a month and also the ratio of watching them:adding them.

Title MDL (year) - (date added to Considering or To Watch): initial reaction

Love for Love's Sake (2024): Positive reception and Cha Woongki is in it

Marry My Dead Body (2022) - 240202: I was watching Certified Noonas What's Coming Up in Feb 2023 and came across this, Taiwanese movie where dude marries a (male) ghost

Pit Babe (2023) - 240207: omegaverse racing show wouldn't necessarily draw me in but some Tiktoks I saw of eps 1-2 (esp of Charlie woahhh beautiful boy, I even reblogged on here which I very rarely do for shows I haven't watched yet) were interesting + lately, I've been seeing a lot of praise for it (esp that week when apparently Last Twilight Ep 12 disappointed a lot of people but had a really good episode for this show)

A Shop for Killers (2024) - 240210: I saw it on the Certified Noonas coming up in January I think? But I also saw it getting good impressions on the r/kdrama on-air threads + pocha playlist's initial impression + it has Lee Dong Wook, even though it's not like I watch all his shows or anything

A Killer Paradox (2024) - 240210: Been waiting for this since literally 2023 after I watched Strangers From Hell and saw in Certified Noonas' 2023 releases that it was from the same director + is an interesting concept

My Personal Weatherman (2023) - 240215: I don't know, maybe I just wanna see their dubcon bad bdsm dynamic. also, i keep reblogging horny gifsets cuz there are plenty for this show...

The Sign (2024) - 240215: The finale still isn't properly available yet so I don't really know how people will feel about the end but oh well, I'm gonna end up watching it either way because of how much people have been loving it

Chaser Game W (2024): Another Japanese GL and apparently it has toxic-ish workplace romance + post-breakup second chance romance yay. Also, the tweet where one of the characters is like “I’m a lesbian” *thunder* is hilarious

A Little Romance/Let's Wait for the Rain to Stop (2022) - 240219: A 14-minute Chinese bromance short from this tiktok that I saw

Dead Friend Forever - DFF (2024): I’ve been meaning to watch this since like ep 1 came out and I learned it was supposed to be horror-esque/slasher and seems like people have been loving it even more these past few eps. I’m actually so excited to check it out, I hope I love it and it rots my brain.

To Watch List At Start Of Month: 62

To Watch List At End Of Month: 67

Removed from To Watch List:

Title (Year) - (date removed): reason

None

Completely Watched

Love for Love's Sake (2024)

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Jan 24, 2024 - Feb 1, 2024

Watch Via: paid, so :>

Watch Dates: Feb 1 - 2, 2024

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: It was cute, the concept was nice, the early 2 eps were Very promising and last ep was touching but the middle (esp 5-6) was quite meh for me. There was also a bunch of confusing stuff, esp in the second half, but I guess I won't try to investigate too much. It has people really talking and discussing and dissecting it though, which is a fun aspect.

tags: love for love's sake

Also Appears In: Love For Love's Sake Live Blogging

Midnight Runners (2017)

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Aug 9, 2017

Watch Via: Tubi (free)

Watch Dates: Feb 3, 2024

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: I came in with expectations of copaganda and bromance. Got the copaganda (I mean the real cops were useless af but) and bromance, as well at annoyance at these male-led shows with female victims where the story is solely about the men and they just dilly-dally through it all like why are you not upright enough to be like oh, I shouldn't waste time getting my ears cleaned by pretty girl rn, there's a 7-hour critical timeframe we were taught about, chop chop. Anyway, they were still passionate and did it, so good job but this really was just more about a male power fantasy of being the hero and beating up people and being the "saviour" because it was just about them 2 doing anything and we don't even get a moment of the girls after rescue and like 1 minute of them total before that. I can enjoy these sorts of action movies and like a good fight scene but I think I can be really averse to using crimes against women while centering men in the show (Midnight Runners, fuckass Manner of Death). I love Beyond Evil though, even though 2 male main characters were the focus in this story where a serial killer is killing women but I think that story maybe that story 1) properly showed the gravity of the crime against the women and 2) there wasn't a scene like the ear-cleaning parlor in this one and the sex scene in Manner of Death after they got that important laptop where I was supposed to either find it funny or sexy that they were doing this instead of focusing on the fucking investigation.

Agh, so many words and half of them aren't even about this movie

Laws of Attraction (2023)

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Jul 15, 2023 - Sep 2, 2023

Watch Via: paid, so :>

Watch Dates: Feb 3 - 6, 2024

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: I really liked To Sir, With Love which was a lakorn and so was different than every other BL I've watched and was hoping I'd similarly love this one, which is also bringing something unique to the BL table. It started off really well for me, I thought Charn was such a fun (morally corrupt) character and was intrigued about what was going on. I liked the lesbians Maya and Rose as well ofc. However, I think toward ep 7 and 8, it kinda became very meh for me (that warehouse live stream scene not counting) because the mystery was too predictable/boring and thus had no tension, people kept making incredibly stupid decisions, and I wasn't attached to the characters enough to care/be emotional about all the wedding stuff. Nawin was a great addition in ep 7 though, so unexpected and fun. Unfortunate that the meh impression ended up being the last ones since that sticks with me more than liking it in the earlier eps.

tags: laws of attraction

Also Appears In: Laws of Attraction Live Blogging

Pit Babe

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Nov 17, 2023 - Feb 9, 2024

Watch Via: iQiyi (paid, so :>)

Watch Dates: Feb 7 - 11, 2024

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: This show had everything: non-traditional alpha/alpha relationship, racecar competitions, x-men like superpowers, child trafficking, pseudo-incest if you think about it (from Kenta's side at least), and more. And it didn't have a super strong script, there were nonsensical elements and plot holes that didn't get addressed and things that happened to just move the plot along, but it was a fun watch nonetheless, both for the novelty and the entertainment factor. Babe was a very compelling character with his past and how he behaves in the present and his relationships with Tony/Way/people in general. Also helped that Pavel did a really good job with him and acted his ass off, there were quite a few emotional moments in there. I agree with some people's comments that I wish Charlie's actor Pooh as a better actor. And his character wasn't as developed or with depth as the other ones either, like in terms of emotions I guess. Although I really liked Charlie/Babe, my true ship winners might be Pete/Kenta in a Not Me ToddBlack fashion, to be honest, with Kenta as maybe my favourite character (2nd is Babe). They gave us like 2 tiny hints that they might know each other and waited until literally last 10 mins of episode 11 out of 13 to lay out their history. They have an interesting friends (-> brothers/crush) -> enemies -> allies again at the very end dynamic where I think that they could become lovers post-canon. Really had me writing a fic idea in my notes app after my few months of no drive to write.

tags: pit babe, kenta

Also Appears In: Pit Babe Live Blogging, + my fic heh

240215: I'm not starting Only Friends already because I wanna take some time to write my Pete Babe fic and if I start a new show, I'll stop writing it. However, I was in dire need of some BL and ended up rewatching just bits of Ghost Host Ghost House ep 4 after I saw a gifset on here, then watched like 2 mins of Bed Friend cat Uea and then Eps 13 - 15 of Addicted Heroin. Man, once again, 2016 Addicted Heroin cutoff must've actually been so fucking tragic. Like I'm only rewatching parts of it nearly a decade later + watched the Stay With Me remake and still it's devastating the way it just ends, I can't imagine how people who were watching it in real time coped. How has nobody leaked it even asdfghjkl Also ended up reading chapters 96 - 135 because I was like hm maybe I wanna read more but the book is A Lot, so stopped lol

Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005)

Country: USA

Release Dates: June 7, 2005

Watch Via: TV

Watch Dates: Feb 19, 2024

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: This is fun and finally I will understand what people mean when they reference this movie (although I knew that it was about hitmen/spies who were married and didn't know the other was a spy as well and that's pretty accurate). Had one of my favourite tropes of having guns/knives pointed at each other and ample chance to kill the other person but they Can't!!! Todd/Black was my original for this but then we got Vegas/Pete, Pete/Kenta and now this movie which came out like 2 decades before these other shows lol Anyway, fun but not something I will think about again + the characters aren't developed enough for me to care.

The Sign (2024)

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Nov 25, 2023 - Feb 11 (24), 2024

Watch Via: Youtube

Watch Dates: Feb 20 - 24, 2024

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: I think I liked the first few eps and the potential of the series and the possibilities than I liked the actual series oof. Since everybody freaking loved this, I also had high expectations. I thought there would be more focus on the romance and fantasy and past lives aspect and less on the cop activity. I feel like they didn't choose the correct things to show on screen. I think most of the fight scenes and stuff were confusing and not choreographed very well, and some moments needed to have more time dedicated to them or have more gravitas to them. However, some moments were just shot/directed so beautifully. I enjoyed the parallels between Tharn and Phaya or their current life and past life. It shows the cyclical nature of Phaya and Tharn's lives, and it would've been even more impactful if we saw more of their past lives (their OG life or other reincarnations). Highly doubt I'm gonna think of the characters again, I somehow stopped being attached to them about halfway through - probably related to the fact that I liked the first few eps (half?) of the show better. They tried so many things, but I don't think they satisfyingly merged them or chose the correct things to focus on on-screen.

tags: the sign

Also Appears In: The Sign Live Blogging

I’m not watching anything in the last week of February because I seriously need to study for this exam and can’t have a show distracting me but am also in such desperate need of a BL, so I skimmed some stuff.

240226: Skimmed parts of History 3: Trapped’s last few episodes and it continues to hit. agh, it’s just so good. Also skimmed a bit of Semantic Error middle episodes but not as much as Trapped

240228: Skimmed some middle bits of the Our Dating Sim movie, I really need to rewatch the full thing in year cuz I think it’s possible for it to go from 6.5 -> 7

It’s a shame that I only watched 6 things this month (and 2 of those were movies that) because I had a week of break in the middle from university. Still, it’s fine because I used that week to write a fic after a couple months instead, so I’m not too sad. And since the Thai BLs were pretty like plot-involved (esp The Sign and Laws of Attraction), it makes sense that I wasn’t just jumping from show to show.

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...Pit Babe fic

#tracking #general bl #love for love's sake #pit babe #the sign #laws of attraction

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kkyaka · 3 years

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A Favor

Summary: Living with your high school crush shouldn’t be so bad

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x black!fem!reader

Warnings: sexual tension, unprotected sex, fingering (f), male masturbation, implied female masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Iwaizumi is really horny for you, wet dreams, this is basically pwp, accidental voyeurism, marking, little bit of possessive!iwa, Oikawa being a little shit, some fluff at the end (cause at this point it’s my trademark), confession of feelings, mutual pining, and there’s a little bit of fluff in the middle lmfao (jeez, I think I covered everything, let me know if I didnt!)

Word Count: 8703

A/N: This is for @undersero's Trope Trove Collab and I actually did this one on time, but Iwa was rotting my brain so I had to write it lmfao

"Come on. Just do me this favor, please?"

"Absolutely not, Oikawa."

The squawk you hear from your phone makes you roll your eyes. "But, y/n--"

"No." You cut off his whining, shaking your head even though he can't see you.

"But you have a whole room and bathroom that's not being used after you kicked your roommate out," he tries.

"Yeah, well she was a bitch, and--"

"I never said it was your fault." You sigh as you let your head fall to the side. "And I thought you liked Iwaizumi."

Now that is a loaded word if you've ever heard one. Did you like Iwaizumi? Yeah, of course. You would even say you became pretty good friends with him. But did those friendly feelings develop into something more against your will? Hell yes, they did. But then the next thing you know, he was leaving the country. So you didn't say anything, and you were most surprised that Oikawa didn't catch on.

"Oh wait, you liked Iwaizumi. I remember now." You can hear his smugness through the phone, your silence giving him the chance to remember.

"Hahaha," you muse. "Yeah, keyword, liked," you emphasize, now feeling a little bit more confident that you don't have feelings for him anymore.

"Okayyyy," he draws out. "If that's the case, why won't you let him room with you?"

It's a trick question and he knows it, and you wish you could reach through the phone and punch him through a wall. You stall again, and Oikawa speaks up again. "Hey, don't stress. If you don't want him to room with you, then I'll see if I can find someone else."

"No, no, you don't have to do that," you say, worried that Iwaizumi won't have a place to go when he gets back. "It's fine. Tell him I'd be happy to have him."

"Of course you would," he teases.

"I'm blocking you."

"Are you sure you're okay with me crashing here?" You roll your eyes as the repeated question fills your ears, setting his duffle bag on the floor once you walk in the door.

"Hajime. For the last time, I swear it's completely fine," you answer when you turn to him. "I'm always willing to help out a friend, okay?" His face does something weird, but it only lasts for a second, so you don't have a chance to interpret what it could mean.

You step out of the way to let him in, your eyes not focused on how big his arms have gotten since you've last seen him, the muscles flexing due to all of the luggage he's carrying (which he refused to let you carry).

You guide him to where his new room will be, and he sets down his stuff before you give him the short tour. You finish in the kitchen, resting your hip on the counter. "So, what're the rules?" he jokes, crossing his arms over his chest, and goodness gracious that shirt is fucking tight.

"None really, as long as you don't touch my food," you say. "My last roommate ate my food, that had my name on it. Ate my leftovers." You add fingers to your hand as you go down the list, looking up at the ceiling as you explain. "And she even ate the cake my friend made for me for my birthday."

His eyebrows raise as you nod your head in agreement. "Exactly. And she always brought people over without telling me, so if you do, all I'm asking for is a heads-up," you add exasperatedly, and he holds his hands up.

"Don't worry. You won't even know I'm here."

Fun fact: you actually did know that he was here.

It was the only thing you could focus on. You're living with your high school crush who is now even hotter than hot. You couldn't count the times you were nearly drooling over his arms, and you were even more worried about what you would if you do happen to see him shirtless. He actually wasn't terribly to live with, the only thing was that he was getting up before the ass crack of dawn. Every day.

You don't even know why it wasn't waking you up, but it was, and you took it as a good thing because that way you can avoid seeing sweaty and probably most likely (because of how hot it is right now), shirtless. When you think he's finally in his room but out of the shower, you hop out of bed, your stomach grumbling from how hungry you are.

You're looking down at the floor, rubbing your eyes as you walk into the kitchen, so focused on your yawn that you don't even hear the noises coming from the kitchen. You physically come to halt when the sight in front of you reaches your eyes when you look up.

His shirt didn't do a good job at hiding what was underneath, but seeing his bare back was something you don't think you could ever prepare yourself for. He's just so defined, so strong, and you grit your teeth as they trail down, sweatpants hung low at his hips, right below the tiny dimples he has.

You quiet take a deep breath, ready to run back to your room as you carefully step backward, but then he turns around. "Oh, you're awake. That wasn't my fault, was it?"

Your response is delayed now that your eyes are on the front of him, the v on his hips making his sweatpants look even lower, a dark trail disappearing into them, and it makes you think...

"Oh, no, no, you're fine," you answer quickly with a wave of your hand, cutting off the thoughts in your head that were definitely about to turn terribly south. "My stomach woke me up," you joke, hoping that he can't tell that your body is practically humming, and he nods his head back towards the stove.

"You want some? I can make some more." You start to shake your head as you walk up to where all of the food is, and your eyes widen. That's a shit ton of food.

"More?" you ask incredulously. "What about the buffet that's already sitting there?"

He laughs softly as he glances at the food before looking back at you. "I don't know much you usually eat," he responds plainly. "And I have to get back the calories that I burned off."

"Right," you say slowly, still eyeing the food. "But you don't have to, I'm pretty sure I can find something."

"Seriously, it's no big deal. It's the least I could since you're letting me crash here." There really isn't any room for argument, and you sigh softly before sitting at the island as you wait for him to fix you a plate. And you fully use the opportunity to oogle at him again, but then quickly looking down at your hands when he turns around.

You both make small talk as you sit there, and oh my God, you really wish you could just throw a shirt at him. In what fucking realm are you supposed to be in to not be attracted to that? This has to be a joke, right? He has to know how you feel about him. Maybe Oikawa told him. There's a small percentage, but it's there, but your chances of banking on it isn't very trustworthy.

What makes it even worse (or better), is that the conversation flows between the two of you so easily. It's like you guys just picked back up where you left off, filling in on the parts of your lives where you haven't been in contact, and all those reasons why you started liking him in the first place start coming to the surface.

You shake it off though, the last thing you need is something else to worry about, even though Adonis is literally right there in your fucking face, and...wait has he always been this close to you? You hadn't even realized that he's finished eating, and his body is open and facing towards yours, his thigh rubbing against the inside of yours.

Of course, when you notice, that's when your body takes over, making you grow warm all over, and especially there, and you laugh softly at something he said to try and distract yourself, but it's not enough. You need to get out of here before you say something stupid.

You drink the last of your orange juice before you speak. "Thank you again for the food. It was amazing," you compliment as you stand. "I might just have to get you to cook for me more often."

He stands when you stand as you grab the dishes, and you expect him to laugh, but his response sounds serious. "I can if you want me to."

You shake your head. "No, no. You don't have to do that." He shrugs and before you can walk away, he's collecting his dishes before taking yours out of your hand. "Hajime--"

"You have to get work, don't you? I can take care of this." You scoff softly as you watch him set them in the sink, and it's like he has a sixth sense, knowing that you're about to deny him. "Have a good day, okay?" he says over his shoulder without missing a beat, and you shake your head again as you walk out of the kitchen and back to your room to get dressed.

"Pipe down, will you?" you whisper yell to your heartbeat when you get closer to your room, but you don't know which one you're really talking to.

"Wait, y/n? She said that?" Iwaizumi had asked Oikawa if he knew where he could go, he was running out of options, and asking his best friend that's in a different continent was his best bet.

"Yep. She's more than happy to have you there." And because of Iwaizumi's denseness, he can't hear the sinister smirk that Oikawa has on his face.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, the hotel bed starting to really hurt his back, making him think that it couldn't be that bad.

"Of course, I'm sure," he answers cheerfully. "Something wrong?" he tries, his voice telling Iwaizumi that he knows something that he doesn't.

"What the hell are you not telling me, Oikawa?" he asks, growing even more annoyed when he just hums in response.

"I have no secrets, Iwa. I feel like there's something you're not telling me." Curse Oikawa and his stupid powers at knowing everything. He's about to deny him but Oikawa cuts him off. "You know, like how you really feel about her? "

Iwaizumi coughs suddenly at the insinuation before clearing his throat quickly. How he really feels about you? You're his...his...

He doesn't fucking know. Did he want to confess you to in high school? Yeah, but he was leaving and he was sure that you didn't feel the same way, and getting his heart broken right before he was about to leave didn't sound so great.

So, he didn't say anything. He thought he could get over a small (not) high school crush, but it didn't help that whenever you would text him, he would be too tired to respond, and eventually, they just stopped coming. He hadn't even realized how easily they had put a smile on his face, but he quickly realized that he missed it.

It also didn't help that any time there was any inconvenience, he wanted to call you up almost immediately, remembering how he could tell you anything because you would never make him feel guilty for like anything was his fault. But he thought he would've been bothering you, so he fought against it, even though almost every time he almost lost.

But know Oikawa's telling him that you've offered to let him stay with you, and he's hiding his excitement with questions, surprised at himself that he didn't just agree right away.

"I don't know what you're talking about." It's a total lie, and he knows Oikawa's rolling his eyes.

"What is with you people and denying your feelings, oh, my God," he groans, and Hajime frowns.

"What?"

"Did I say something?" he answers quickly. "I'll tell her that you'll be ready in a few hours." And then he hangs up the phone.

And then Iwaizumi finds himself meeting you outside of the hotel, and he can't help but say that he was a little disappointed that you didn't come running into his arms, but then he internally shakes his head. What is this? Some cliché movie? But in the back of his head, he sort of wishes that his arms weren't full so he could open them up, very much inviting you to do exactly what he wants you to do.

But he's more than happy to find that the conversation was still flowing between the two of you like nothing had ever happened while you were driving back to your place. His focus wasn't on the conversation the whole time though. It was focused on you, and how much you've changed. He finds himself staring at your face more than he should, giving you more than a few once-overs that started to get not so innocent the more he did it. Instead of the words, he's looking at your lips, his mind going through endless possibilities about how to get them on him; anywhere on him.

He's always thought you were pretty, but after these years, you're just--he doesn't even have a word to describe it. But he could look at you forever if he could. And he brushes off those feelings as just adolescent feelings from high school, telling himself that he was nothing to worry about...

So that was a lie.

When he comes back from his morning run, he expects the house to be quiet, knowing that you don't wake up until he at least gets out of the shower, so he's in for a (wonderful, amazing even) surprise when he sees you standing in the kitchen when he walks in.

"Oh, hey, Hajime." Your words are obscured by a yawn as you rub your eyes, but he can't even respond. Yeah, you've just woken up, but how do you look so good when you've just rolled out of bed? You still have your bonnet on, but you're wearing an oversized shirt, so big that all he can see is your bare legs, one of your shoulders exposed due to the shirt hanging off your shoulder, and...is that his shirt?

The twitch he feels in his shorts quickly, but weakly fails at snapping him out of his trance, hoping that the redness in his face can still be blamed on his run. "Is that my shirt?" It's really all he can ask, amazed that he was able to get the words out in the right order.

You look down when you finish rubbing your eyes, smiling softly. "Oh, yeah. It is," you say simply before looking up at him and pinching the fabric between your fingers. "Sorry, did you want it back?"

"No, no, no. That's not--" He clears his throat, stopping himself from stuttering even more. "It's fine. You can keep it. It looks good on you."

His eyes widen as he cringes softly. The hell did he say that for? You must still be pretty tired because you just laugh softly as you turn to do what you were going to do. "Good, because this shirt is way too comfortable."

He's still standing there, frozen, and he watches you reach up to get a mug from one of the cabinets, the shirt lifting up high enough to reveal that you are wearing something underneath, but he couldn't even call those shorts. His eyes draw the exposed curve of your ass, feeling his dick jump again, and he shakes his head as he walks out of the kitchen as fast as he can, not even trying to bother with saying anything to you.

(And when he gets in the shower, he stares at his dick as he gives it a stern talking to about what and what not to get excited about.)

Living with each other is just a back and forth of the both of you realizing that you're feelings are slowly starting to turn in a completely different direction than back in high school.

You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you hear Iwaizumi walk into the living room." I think my shorts shrunk."

You snort before you look up, wondering what that could possibly mean, and you feel the amusement slide off your face when your eyes land on him. Yeah, his shorts were never that tight before. They do more than hug his thighs, every curve outlined and defined by the fabric, and not just his thighs. You let your eyes linger on it probably than it should if he didn't prompt you to basically look at them, and you shrug as your lips roll into your mouth for a split second to buy you some time.

"Yeah, it looks like they did," you respond awkwardly, the laugh you force not helping. "That was probably my bad. Sorry." You feel your face heat up as you try to look anywhere but the thing between his legs that's staring you in the face.

You hear him say something along the lines of "no worries, it's cool," but you're not really listening, and you don't even hear the reply you respond with, but you do get a good look at his ass before you reprimand yourself for being a creep.

Later that night, Iwaizumi was sitting on the couch, his focus on the television, watching some volleyball game that was on. He hears you come in, and in his peripheral, he can see you standing by the couch, but his attention isn't torn away instantly.

"You wanna fuck?"

He chokes on his spit, sending himself into a coughing fit as he leans back against the couch, and you run over to him in concern, but he waves you off. "M' fine. I'm fine." He clears his throat as he breathes deeply, finally turning to look at you. "What did you say?"

You check to make sure he's really okay before you step back and hold your arms out. "I said does this dress say 'you wanna fuck'?"

You spin around playfully, unknowing to the way his eyes are taking in every curve of your body that's highlighted by the tightness of what he's not even sure you could call clothes. If you notice his eyes lingering on your cleavage longer than they should, you don't say anything, but he thinks you're more waiting on his answer than anything.

"Is this a trick question?" he asks as he squints, it might sound like a joke, but he's a little bit serious.

You scoff as you roll your eyes, letting your arms fall. "Of course not. Yes or no?" you inquire differently, resting your hands on your hips.

"Yes," he sighs. "It's a very much yes." He tries to keep his voice nonchalant even though there is a part screaming at him to add something to that answer.

"Okay! Perfect!" You quickly grab your jacket, phone, and keys, fixing yourself in the mirror before slipping on your shoes. "I may or may not be here in the morning, so don't wait up!" And you finish your exclamation with the close of the door, and Iwaizumi sighs heavily again as he shakes his head, focusing his attention back on the TV, but sadly, it's not on it hundred percent.

It's going on eleven now, and Iwaizumi wishes that you would at least text him if you're okay, assuming that you were wearing that dress for a certain reason, and he hates how his fists clench in annoyance when he realizes it's not for him. He refuses to let his thoughts get the best of him, and he rests his head back on the couch, trying to think about anything but you, or what you were wearing, or how bad he wants to take it off of you, how bad he wants to see you naked--

He groans softly as he adjusts himself more comfortably on the couch, hoping the sounds of the TV can distract him from his thoughts. He hadn't realized that he'd fallen asleep until the slam of the door jolts him awake, his eyes blinking quickly as they start to focus on you walking in.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Your voice is saying sorry, but your face is saying that you're upset about something, and he yawns as he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. I know you told me not to wait up, but I was worried." You give him a soft smile as you take your jacket off, throwing it to the side with your shoes. "I take it didn't go so well?"

You plop down next to him on the couch before flopping onto your back. "Guys are stupid," you moan, turning to look at the TV. "You lied to me, Iwa." He chuckles softly at how fake heartbroken you sound.

"Hey, I was honest. The dress didn't work?" His eyes are running over you again as he asks, taking full advantage of the fact that you're not looking at him, but when you do, his eyes are on yours.

"Of course it did, but the guy that it worked on turned out to be a total asshole."

He hums as he nods his head slowly. "I'll come with you next time. Be your wingman." You laugh loudly at that, throwing your hands behind your head, and he doesn't stop the pride that rises in his chest at how easy he made you laugh.

"Oh, you're so kind," you drawl.

"I've been told it's one of my best qualities." Your smile gets even bigger, and that's when he feels his heart starting to race, so he gets up, quickly figuring out a plan to focus on something else. When he gets back to the couch, you're staring at the TV, but it doesn't really look like you're watching it.

You look at him when he falls onto the cushion, your eyes lighting up when you see he has ice cream in his hand. He hands you a spoon before opening the cartoon, and you sit up, scooting closer to him. "Are you supposed to be eating this?" you ask him playfully.

"Nothing's wrong with a cheat day every now and then." You knock your spoon against his, digging into the ice cream before he does, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Thanks, Hajime." You whisper the words, and he looks down at you before huffing fondly.

"Yeah, any time."

It's been about a few months, and you and Iwaizumi have just seemed to flawlessly fall into a schedule. If he's up in the morning, he'll cook you breakfast, and on top of that, he'll cook you dinner when you get home. You hate how coupley it feels, wishing you had some courage to say how you feel, but that part of you that's expecting the worse is too big, so you don't say anything.

Over time, you've noticed that you've been laying more on the couch whenever he's not at home like you want to see him as soon as he steps in the door. You just say that you don't really have anything else to do on a Saturday except lounge around.

And you chose the couch?

"Shut the hell up," you grumble to the voice inside of your head even though you make no move to get up as you change the channel. Iwaizumi had decided to get a temporary job as a personal trainer about a month ago, saying that he felt bad that he wasn't doing that much to contribute to the rent even though he was saving you money by buying the groceries whenever you two went out shopping together and paying for your gas.

"Hajime, you're doing more than enough," you told him.

"I have a job interview tomorrow."

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, one of the things that didn't change about him, and you're scrolling through your social media when he walks in through the door. Or more like plods in. "Hard day today?" you tease, and he groans as he toys his shoes off, making his way over to you.

"The older ladies have gotten heavier with the subtle flirting," he groans, and you go to sit up to give him room on the couch, but to your surprise, he falls down on top of you, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rests his head on your chest.

"You're a sight for sore eyes. Do you blame them?" you respond without missing a beat, and you will your heart to stop racing because you know he can hear it.

He rolls his eyes as he gets more comfortable. "I'm so tired," he mumbles, and it's your turn to roll your eyes.

"Oh, my. Wait till you start working all day," you lament, and he just huffs quickly, and your hand subconsciously finds its way into his hair, and he sighs in content as you scratch lightly at his scalp.

"You're a superhero," he muses, and his breathing starts to even out, his arms tightening around you. He mumbles something that you can't hear, and he speaks up louder when you ask him to repeat it. "I missed you. So much," he breathes, and your mouth falls open a little as you take in his words, and you can't help when that stupid smile comes over your face.

"Sleep tight, Hajime."

It was a complete accident. Seriously. You were doing laundry and you heard the running water in his room, so you figured you could run in and grab his laundry basket before he came out. He knows that sometimes you go in there, telling him so that he wouldn't be spooked if he heard anything.

You were on your way out when you heard it. You froze for a split second thinking you were just hearing things. But then it gets louder. You should leave. You need to leave. But your brain is on a different wavelength as you float towards the door, carefully touching your ear to the door.

It's so obvious what he's doing, and you have to go, but your feet are glued to the floor, but then you hear your name over the water running. Now you really can't move. Heat floods between your legs as you picture Hajime stroking himself to you as the water runs down his body, and the throbbing is instantly painful. You've been trying to keep it under wraps for so long, but every day it gets harder and harder to fight your attraction to him.

You bite your lip when you hear his moans go a pitch higher, and if you stay here any longer, you're going to get caught. But it doesn't seem like such a bad idea? And your name sounds so good coming from him in this state, your head starting to blur with arousal.

When you realize your hand is hovering over the doorknob, you snap out of it, quickly making your exit, softly closing the door behind you. Your rest your head back on the wall as you sigh heavily. There's nothing else you can focus on, laundry forgotten as you head to your room.

He didn't know what else to do. He's so fucking horny and his dick wouldn't fucking relax. He thought he could just blow one off, but he didn't expect his mind to be flooded with images of you underneath him, on top of him, your back arching deeply. His dick apparently wants to admit his true feelings more than him.

His name slips out of his mouth, not even realizing that he's gotten louder than the water, not even thinking about that or the fact that you could've possibly heard. His hand speeds up, his hips bucking after it, cumming so hard that his body goes taut all over, starts dotting his vision as he slams on the wall for support.

"Damn it," he groans as he cleans himself up before turning the water off. He winces softly when the towel brushes over him, still sensitive from probably one of the best orgasms he had in a long time, and you weren't even there. He's wiping the steam off the mirror when he hears it. He thinks his mind is playing tricks on him, but he definitely heard it.

He hates how the blood is already rushing south, and he feels like a fucking pervert as he leans his head against the wall, and fuck, your moans sound even better than he could've imagined. He's sliding the towel off, letting it pool around his feet on the floor, his hand wrapping around himself.

He grits his teeth, the tingling shoot down to his toes as he keeps quiet, and he listens. The walls aren’t paper-thin, but the fact that your bed is against the wall by his bathroom, it's like they are. "Fuck, I bet you feel so good," he moans, thinking that he's being quiet, but it's clear as day on your side, making you moan even louder. "Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you? Gonna let me fuck you stupid?"

He's back in his own head, thinking that everything he's hearing is a figment of his imagination because it's just too good to be true as he hears you sob out a curse, one of his hands moving down to tug at his balls, his release right there, getting closer to it than when he was in the shower.

"Say my name when you cum, c'mon, you can do it." The oversensitivity is like background noise, the only thing he's focusing on is finishing as he flicks his wrist. "Say it, say my name, baby."

He hears it around a drawn-out moan, and his eyes widen as he cums again, fucking himself through it. And that's the fastest he's ever cum.

It didn't come to mind what he had done, not realizing that you could hear every single thing he said. He's only thinking about how it didn't work. His head is still buzzing even after two amazing orgasms, and he's going to pull his hair out.

Maybe he should take another cold shower, but that worked out so well the last time, and he scrolls through his phone to see if there's anything that could make him not horny, and he doesn't look up when he hears you call his name. He just hums, determined to find something when you call his name again.

He does a double-take when he looks at you, his eyes turning into saucers, and you giggle softly at his reaction. "I found your jersey," you say simply, twisting side to side softly, and it's big on you, but not enough because he just barely see everything, and his eyes trail up your body, biting back a groan when he can see your nipples through the material.

He easily lets his phone fall to the side as you walk over to him, straddling him, and he doesn't hide his noises when he can feel your wetness staining his sweats. His hands find home on your hips as your arms wrap around your neck. "What're you doing?" he mumbles, his hand slipping under the jersey against his will, and he rolls his eyes softly when he doesn't feel anything underneath.

"What do you think I'm doing, silly?" you ask coyly, purposefully grinding against him before leaning back. He moans loudly when you lift the shirt, your naked body on display as his eyes zero in on your glistening cunt. "I want you to fuck me, Hajime."

He can barely tear his eyes away from it, and he looks up at you when you hover your lips over his. "This pussy's all yours, Iwa."

The blaring of the alarm violently jumps him out of his dream. Dream? He was fucking dreaming? He quickly looks around, seeing that you're not here, and when the hell did he set an alarm? He distastefully turns it off, throwing his phone to the side. The only thing that didn't change was how hard he is, his skin sticky with sweat, and he peels his sweatshirt off, sighing at the cool air that it's his bare upper body.

The tent in his sweats is staring back at him, and he's so hard and throbbing that it hurts, noticing a dark spot on the material. He shouldn't do this. Not again. But he's making no move to stop himself as he shoves his sweats down, just enough to get himself out, his dick springing up and slapping his abdomen. He throws his head back when he touches himself, imagining the images of his dream that felt so real, his hips already bucking into his palm.

He imagines slamming into you, hands digging into your hips as he plants his feet on the floor, thrusting up into you quickly. He bets you're so warm and tight, thinks about burying his face in your tits before pulling a nipple into his mouth as you clamp around him. "You like that? You like being a fucking tease?"

His imagination is more than running wild, tightening his fist, knowing that it's nothing compared to your cunt. The buck of his hips gets faster as he fucks you faster as he thinks about marking every inch of your skin, pulling you down by your neck to finally meet your lips. "Yeah, just like that, baby. Ride it like you mean it," he'd whisper against your lips, and he thinks about what your face would look like, wondering if your eyes would cross as he fucks you till you’re dumb.

You scream his name when you cum, imagining that your walls pulse around him as your wetness coats both of your thighs, and his back arches as he moans loudly, cumming all over his hand and stomach. He keeps his hand moving until his toes are curling from the overstimulation, and he opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

"Fuck," he whispers, swallowing heavily.

His heart is beating loudly in his ears as he cleans himself up, but it drops when he hears the keys in the door, and he quickly shoves his pants back up, grabbing a pillow to rest on his lap because he's still fucking hard, his dick pulsing when you walk in.

"I literally have nothing to wear to this Halloween party," you complain, completely oblivious to what just happened not even a minute ago.

"You're going to a party?" he asks, trying to keep his breathing even.

"Yes, Hajime, I've been talking about this for like a week." You frown as you walk closer to him, and he flinches softly when your hand touches his face. "Hey, are you okay? You're burning up."

He blanches before he nods his head quickly, effectively shaking your hand off. "Yeah, yeah," he says quickly, clearing his throat. "I just got back from a run," he lies, and it seems to work because you raise your eyebrows, but back up anyway.

"Okay," you start slowly. "If you say so," you add, taking a couple of steps back. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to figure out which costume to wear again." You finish with a groan as let your head fall back on your shoulders, walking towards your room.

"Have fun," he calls, and he hears you laugh before the door closes. He should make a run for it, he has time, but he can't move. This is getting bad, and if he does anything to mess it up, he could be out of here, and he doesn't have anywhere else to go. But maybe it's mutual? He did hear you say his name, maybe he has a chance.

Or maybe he's not thinking rationally because he's still coming down from a high and there's no blood in his brain because he's still hard. "C'mon, man, you're supposed to work with me here," he chastises, sighing softly, and when he takes the pillow off, your door is opening, so he puts it back down, wincing when he presses a little too hard.

"Okay, whaddya think?" This has to be the universe playing tricks on him, right? You have on a red dress that seems to be even tighter and shorter than the last one you wore, this time accompanied with thigh highs, and his eyes draw to the plush skin falling over the top of them, and he pushes harder against the top of the pillow.

He looks back up to see horns adorning your head now, and he nods his head, giving you thumbs up, holding his tongue in fear that he might say something he shouldn't. "Awesome," you say before turning around. "Do you mind zipping me up?"

You walk backward towards him, and you have to know that your ass is right in front of his face, and he groans internally. He reaches up the best he can without letting the pillow fall, being forced to stand up a little to zip it up all the way to the top. He sits back down, and you go to move, but you feel his hands slide down your body, grabbing at your waist.

"You shouldn't go out like this," he murmurs, his fingers running over the hem of your dress, which is just below the curve of your ass, meaning if you bend over, it's instantly revealing skin.

"Why?" Your voice is soft, looking at him over your shoulder, surprised but not shying away from his touches, in fact, he's pretty sure you're moving into his hands.

"Don't wanna meet another asshole, right?" The conversation would be casual, but the ministrations of his hands and the tone of his voice are making it anything but. "Don't want them touching what's mine."

You gasp when he pulls you onto him, the dress sliding over your ass, letting you feel his hard-on in between your butt, making you moan softly, his hands sliding up to your tits before moving to your thighs, hiking the fabric up even higher to wedge his hands between your thighs. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he groans, mouthing at your neck as he spreads your thighs.

"Hajime," you breathe, and he groans louder as trails down to the juncture of your neck.

"Yeah, like that," he says against your skin. "Want you to say my name just like that while you're cumming around my dick."

The images that were in his head nearly ten minutes ago flood back in, and he's rocking your hips against him, his teeth grazing over your skin, having such a hard time not marking you the way he wants to. Your hand braces on his knee as you let your head fall back, and he kisses back up your neck, and you turn your head when he gets to your jaw.

Right as he's about to meet your lips, your phone fucking rings. His hands rubbing between your thighs stop as you both freeze, and his face flushes warm as he backs away.

"You should probably get that," he says after an awkward pause, and you blink at him as you nod your head slowly.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. I probably should." You hesitate to move, but you get up anyway, and his hands absentmindedly linger on your hips, fixing your dress when you stand as you jog to your room.

Once he's in the clear, he's bolting to his room, closing the door and resting his head against it. What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with him? He let his thoughts get the best of him. He was horny and you were right there. He knows for sure his dick took over...maybe, but what the hell is he supposed to do now? He doesn't leave his room when he hears the front door close, and he doesn't leave his room for the rest of the night.

It hurts. His dick hurts. It's been hurting ever since the incident and nothing is working. And he probably fucked it up with you, hearing you close your door after coming home around one in the morning, and then he hears the shower running. Luckily, he didn't have any more of those dreams, but he still woke up with all of the blood in his lower region; he couldn't even stay asleep long.

He wants to apologize to you, but he doesn't want to make anything more awkward if he tries to say "I'm sorry" with a huge tent in his shorts. He looks at his clock, seeing that it's around two AM, and he figures he might as well get it over with, and he starts thinking of other places he could stay, pretty sure that that's going to be his only option after talking to you.

He groans before getting up, fixing his sweats, but it's no use; it's still blatantly obvious that he's ridiculously hard. He walks to your room, absolutely dreading this conversation, and as soon as he goes to knock on the door, it's being snatched open. "Hajime?" Your voice sounds surprised, worried even but he's focusing on what he wants to say.

"Listen. I just wanted to say--"

He's dreaming again. He has to be. There's no fucking way. You're wearing the damn jersey. His dick throbs even worse than it usually does, and he can't even speak, his throat dry.

"Pinch me," he croaks.

"What?"

"Pinch me," he emphasizes, and you cautiously raise your hand, pinching him in the arm, and he groans loudly as his body sags a little. "Fuck me." He's not fucking dreaming. You're really standing here with his jersey on, and if you really don't have anything on underneath...

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"What're you talking about?" you ask, raising your eyebrows as you find a hard time keeping eye contact with him as your face grows as hot as an incinerator. He moves towards you, effectively pushing you back into your room, catching you when your knees knock against the bed.

"Please tell me you're fucking with me right now." He can't stop his hands when they run down, catching on the hem of the shirt as he runs them under until he reaches where your underwear should be, and there's nothing there, and he trails down, and you jump when he runs his fingers through your soaked folds. "Fuck."

Your hand grabs his wrist as you moan softly, and you couldnt've been touching yourself while wearing his jersey. He keeps running his fingers through your folds, barely sticking the tips inside of you, and he almost cums when he feels more of your slick drool onto his fingers.

"Please fuck me, Hajime."

You barely get the words out before he's pushing you down onto the bed, shoving his pants down his legs, and your mouth drops open when your eyes finally land on him fully naked. The shorts couldn't even come close to telling you what was in between his legs, and when you go to move, he's moving you further up on the bed and flipping you over onto your back, crawling behind you.

He moves you onto your knees, and you jolt softly when you feel his breath against your folds. He pinches himself as he stares at you, pushing the jersey further up your body. "Hajime."

He digs in, smashing his face into you as he grabs your hips to keep you flush against him. He moans as your taste floods his tongue, your arousal getting all over his face as he licks through your folds, your hole, your clit, everywhere he can reach. He pulls back, sliding his fingers into you, having to wrap a hand around himself to keep him from cumming, which is about a millisecond.

"You were thinking about me?" he asks, his lips tickling you, and you nod quickly as you buck back into his fingers, arching your back when he curls them. "Thinking about me fucking you while your fingers were stuffed inside your cunt? In my jersey?" Not too long ago, he doesn't say out loud, and he releases a broken whine when you nod again, and he gives himself a couple of tugs. He doesn't want to cum yet, holding off his release for as long as he can until he can finally get inside of you.

"Yesyesyes, Hajime, right there!" Your words are mumbled together, your face buried in your pillow, and he sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting inside of you as he runs his length through your folds, making the both of you shudder. His hips start to stutter, not having any rhythm in it. He quickly pulls away, gripping at the base of his dick almost painfully, barely succeeding in stopping his orgasm as he groans loudly.

"Fuck me, Hajime. Please," you beg, turning your head to look at him, and he can't deny you any longer because he isn't going to last much longer.

He takes his fingers out of you, and his body tingles as he lubes himself up with your slick before lining himself up. He can't even begin to tease you, bottoming out quickly, making the both of you moan loudly. He tries to focus on anything else besides your walls pulsing around him, but you start moving and he doesn't have enough in him to stop you.

"Baby, w-wait--m' gonna--" You're moving yourself back into him, and his hands dig into your hips as he cums, his body going rigid as his eyes roll back, a guttural moan of your name falling from him.

You're still moving, and he tries to move away from you, but he's still hard. Despite the sensitivity, he moves anyway, making you cry out into the room as his fingers dig even deeper into your hips as his smacks against yours, now fully being able to take in the image of you underneath him now that his head's a little clearer.

Just watching you already tells him that he's going to cum again way too soon, and he tries to find something to distract himself so he leans down deciding to mark your skin the way he's been craving.

He marks every part of your skin that he can reach, already making his mark on your hips; his tongue running over that juncture of your neck that he almost had earlier before letting his teeth dig into your skin, pulling it back. He does that everywhere until dark marks start to appear on your skin, wanting it to be clear as day that you belong to him now.

He grabs your shoulder, the action pushing your back into a deeper arch and allowing him to reach even deeper. He's stretching you out so well, him being so wide making you feel like you're being ripped apart, but it feels so good, your (attempt at) words uncontrollably falling from your mouth.

"H-Hajime!" It's the only announcement he gets before you're cumming around him, making him groan in your ear, the noise seeming to prolong your orgasm. The only time you get to catch your breath is when he slides out and turns you over, the air escaping your lungs when he slides back into your oversensitivity pussy.

"C'mon, one more. Be a good girl and give me one more." He throws your legs over your shoulder before leaning down, your thigh pressed to your chest his pacing starting roughly like he never stopped.

Your nails dig into his skin as his teeth do the same to your chest, feeling the skin being bitten softly and pulled all around your tits before he slots his mouth over it, his tongue rolling over the hardened bud before he lets his face fall in between them, his hips slapping against yours so roughly that the bed frame bangs against the wall every time he moves back in.

Your hands move to claw at his back, feeling like you need some type of outlet for everything that you're feeling, and his hips stutter when your nails dig into his skin. "Fuck, harder, harder," he grunts, letting his moans become unruly as he feels that knot in his spine building up fast, his hands nearly ripping the sheets.

You move your hands down right above his ass, and you dig your nails into him hard when he really hits that spot inside of you, and the feeling of your nails hitting the dimples in his back has him moaning loudly in your ear as he cums again, his body tensing but his hips still moving.

The feeling of his seed coating every inch of your walls sends you over the edge, and your legs fall to his side as he rides your highs out. His head falls into your neck, his heart rate seeming like it's dangerously high as your accelerated breathing fills the room. "Fucking hell, Hajime," you breathe, his body going limp on yours as you let your arms fall to the side, your leg tingling when he lets it down, the blood rushing back into it.

He mumbles something into your neck, but you can't hear him over the heartbeat thrumming in your ears. "What?"

He lifts his head up, resting his head against yours with his eyes close as he takes another deep breath. "I've liked you since high school." He doesn't open his eyes, but he can hear your breathing slow down in surprise. There's no backing out now. "And I didn't say anything back then because I thought you didn't feel the same way, so--"

You cut him off by kissing him softly, cupping your hands around his face, and he returns it by kissing you passionately, only pulling away when you both run out of air. "So that's what Oikawa meant." His eyes are open this time, and he's smiling widely, but you frown.

"He told you?!"

He chuckles as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. "No, but he did hint at it. I just didn't know what he was talking about until now." He lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction to his words, shaking your head in annoyance. "So, you like-like me?"

"Like-like? Are we eight?" you muse. "But no, I really, really like-like you."

He doesn't try to stop himself when he lets out a giddy laugh that you mirror, meeting your lips again.

You groan when you hear your phone ringing, barely rolling over as you reach for it. Oikawa's name is on the screen, and you answer it. "Hello?"

"y/n! I just wanted to check in on the whole living together--IS THAT IWA?"

You're surprised he can see anything since it's dark, and you can't even bother to look phased. "Tooru, it's four in the fucking morning."

"He is why you look like a cheetah? " You're about to counter, but Iwaizumi speaks before you can.

"Shittykawa, shut the hell up," he mumbles, loud enough for him to hear before he tightens his arm around you, nuzzling his face even further into your neck.

"Iwa! I didn't know you had a thing for marking! " he teases, way too fucking loud and cheery for either of your taste, and Iwaizumi sits up, his face in full view on the screen.

"Sleep with one eye open tonight." You smile as you watch Oikawa's face turn into panic, and as he's scrambling for something to say, Iwaizumi ends the call.

His face falls back into your neck, and you set the phone back down. "Are we paying him back now?"

"We can do it later," he finalizes. "I'm not done with you yet."

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i want to know ANYTHING and EVERYTHING about the andrew meets neil as stefan au

YES PLS OKAY

(holy shit this was supposed to be a HC ramble/snippets from the fic but uhhh….here’s a mini fic instead????? The actual fic I wrote isn’t even set back in California it’s set in PSU??? This was supposed to be short backstory!!!!!! Anyways lmk if u want the foxes stuff lol Enjoy <3)

Neil had natural looking ashy blonde with green eyes at the time, no older than 14 years old, going by the name Stefan Montgomery. Him and Mary ended up in a motel in Oakland for a couple weeks, regaining their footing after a close-call somewhere in Oregon.

Mary had hit Neil a gnarly heavy-handed blow after he forgot which name he was using in Eugene. Was it Sam? Or Dylan? Or had it been Joseph? A nice inch wide cut sat where his perfect court tattoo would sit, just on the turn of his cheekbone below the corner of his eye, bordered by a healing purple-brown bruise. Stefan was born on the border between California and oregon, stolen from a waiter at a pit stop diner, who didn’t let their coffee cups go empty as they mapped out where to go next.

He had met Andrew by chance; Stefan had been sitting on the bottom of the metal stairs that led up to the floor they were staying at. Mary was having a shower, dying her hair, becoming Georgia, perfect mother, a beautiful, average woman. He was people watching, looking at the cars pulling in and out of the car park, making up his own stories about who was who, what their names were and if they were worth stealing when they inevitably moved on. Andrew hung around the motel because just behind the building was an old, decrepit playground that’s should’ve been foreclosed years ago. Nobody ever used it, so it was a quiet place for him to be alone. He’d been walking through the parking lot after having just grabbed a chocolate bar or two from the vending machine when he stopped in front of Neil.

“What happened to your face?” It was quiet, barely a sentence, not big enough of a question to be intrusive or over-stepping.

“I’m a boxer.” That was the lie he’d been using for a few days. “I had a fight a couple days ago.”

You see, Stefan was a name Neil didn’t want to remember, like a bitter memory he forced himself to forget. It was just before Mary’s paranoia began to spiral even worse that it had already been. Stefan was keep your head down, we won’t be here long, give it a week, give it a week. Stefan was sleepless nights, watching his mother sat upright almost all night, eyes on the door, a knife under her pillow. Stefan was you don’t need friends, they’ll drag you down.

Mary didn’t know until the end that they’d been friends, Neil teaching Andrew the little boxing he knew, Andrew teaching Stefan how to keep yourself busy when you needed something to do. There was something about Andrew that made it impossible for him to stay away; he wasn’t a particularly happy kid, but the way he spoke, the way he cared about the fake life Neil had made up, the way he saw Stefan’s life as something he could never have.

“Have you ever thought about kissing a boy your age?” They’d been in Oakland for three weeks, and the two kids had made plans to meet every time Mary was occupied and Andrew was around. Neil didn’t really think to wonder why Andrew was always around. Didn’t he have a family who would miss him being gone all this time? Didn’t he have a home to go to?

“No,” Neil answered honestly. There wasn’t time for thoughts like that. Kisses weren’t signs of affection; kisses were lies, kisses were dangerous, kisses occupied a space in the mind that could be filled with run, run, run.

“Do you think it’s wrong?” Andrew had been swinging on the swing set, his feet dangling from the chipped plastic seat, the creaky chains holding him up. The question was loaded. Behind it was a conversation he’d had with his foster-mom, a slur from his foster-siblings, another hit from his foster-father.

“No,” that was an honest answer too. In his head his answer sounded like I’ve been told all kissing was wrong. But he couldn’t say that. Normal teenagers thought about kissing, and boyfriends, and girlfriends, and worried about how they looked in front of their crush. “Do you?”

“I don’t know.” His words were a sigh. Andrew trusted Stefan in this weird, out of character way. He’d never met anyone who’d been more interested to hear about his life than talk about their own. Of course, half of it was a half-truth, lies weaved into the story of Andrew.

Andrew was the first person who made Neil smile in a very long time. It was foreign hearing himself laugh, a sound reserved for fake interactions with strangers who couldn’t help but prying. Neil trusted him. His honest eyes often burning a hole in his face, on the days when Neil couldn’t bare eye contact. Andrew was a rock that Neil could feel himself becoming more and more attached to, more and more…attracted to? He didn’t know what that feeling felt like, but when he caught himself thinking about what a long hug from him would feel like, or a kiss on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose, the….

It was an impossible thought that Neil kept buried. Until Andrew had a bad day. Until Neil met him in the playground and he was sat underneath the slide, face buried in his knees that were pulled to his chest. Black hood pulled so far forward it almost covered the wet cheeks and puffy eyes he tried to hide. Stefan sat just across from him, the tips of their shoes not quite touching, but Neil rested his open palms on his shoes for Andrew to hold if he needed. He didn’t ask what was wrong.

“You’re my friend?” Andrew asked, half statement, half question. There was no hesitation in Neil’s “Of course.”

Andrew gently weeped, babbling on about wishing he could feel normal, or have a normal family. He wished he could understand himself. He wished he didn’t have to hurt so much. He’d looked up at Neil with his red eyes and wiped the tears from his face with the cuff of his sleeve. “Can I trust you?”

The statement hurt Neil far more than he thought it would. He hated that words spilled out of his mouth, his eyes stinging at the thought of saying what he really wanted to say. His mouth said “You can tell me anything,” when his brain said “I think Stefan dies in a week”.

Andrew told him about how he thought he was gay, and how embarrassed, alone, and ugly he felt to think that way. He didn’t know what normal feelings felt like. He didn’t know what it felt like to kiss someone he actually wanted to kiss. The statement hung in the air like a floating question. Did he…? Andrew had brushed away the thought almost as quickly as Neil did, but not without both their cheeks flushing pink at the unspoken idea. Neil watched as Andrew messed with the strings on his hoodie. Andrew cheered up after a little while, but when Neil realised how long he’d been gone for, he panicked. Instinctively, he pulled Andrew into a hug before running back to the motel room.

Stefan was bad memories, he’d always had to remind himself. Stefan was a mistake, a fuck-up, a vulnerability he would never, ever show again. Stefan was a slap across the face when he came back late. “Where the hell have you been?” Followed by a lie, then another, then another. Neil had only lied to his mother a handful of times in his life, but when it came to Andrew they seemed to slip out of his mouth at an alarming rate. The next time he seen Andrew, his swollen, burst lip barely hidden, Andrew had brushed his fingers across it and sarcastically asked if it was the product of another boxing match. Neil shushed him when he asked if his mother had done it. That was too personal. He was letting Andrew in too far and he was rotting Neil from the inside out. His hardened exterior fell away when he was around Andrew, and boy, was that dangerous. It shattered into a million pieces when they sat at at the top of the jungle-gym and Andrew asked so gently if he could kiss him.

No, no, no. The ghost of his mother’s hands in his hair told him to walk away. The phantom pain of a slap, and a hit, and a deafening lecture about his safety told him to stop letting Andrew in. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it. So why did his lips automatically curl around the word yes and his heart start pumping a hundred miles a minute? They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, minutes, hours, days, until they were both so close they couldn’t see each other anymore. It was only a peck, a playground kiss, but Neil’s stomach flipped. Andrew pulled away as quickly as he’d leaned in. He didn’t look at Neil for the rest of the hour they spent together, but Neil didn’t look at him. That wasn’t to say they each didn’t have to constantly fight a love-struck smile off their faces every few minutes.

Their meetings started to get less frequent after that. Andrew stopped showing up, but instead left little notes carved into the yellow plastic of the slide. ‘R u grossed out? -A’ was the first one he left after their moment’s kiss. All Neil wrote back was ‘Never’. The next time they seen each other in person they sat hidden again in the top of the jungle gym. Neil knew Mary was planning on them moving on in the following days. He couldn’t tell Andrew. Even the thought of it broke his heart. Regardless of the kiss, or kisses, they shared, Andrew had become the closest friend Neil had ever had. Neil had to remind himself more than once that everything Andrew thought he knew about Stefan was a fabrication. They spoke about sexuality again, hands brushing off each other, sometimes intertwined, sometimes resting on the others leg or arm. Andrew asked if Neil was gay, and his face fell when Neil said no, I don’t think so. It took him a moment to add on “I don’t know what I am”. They left kisses on each other’s lips that lingered for hours, for days. The more Neil let Andrew in, the harder it was for him to keep lying to his mother. She began to get suspicious of where he was going when she left him alone.

Even still, Neil didn’t hear when Mary came into the playground the last time he seen Andrew. Andrew had his head rested on his shoulder, their hands intertwined and hidden between their outstretched legs. They’d been talking about something and nothing at the same time. Neil’s stomached bottomed out when he saw her brunette hair and tiny figure step around the rusted green fence. He let go of Andrew’s hand as quickly and as subtly as he could, but he knew it was no use. He didn’t know how long she’d been standing there. Andrew looked into Stefan’s green eyes as Neil stood up, searching, scared. Neil sent him a weak smile. This was the last time he would ever look into those hazel eyes, his light eyebrows furrowed as he watched Neil begin to walk away. Neil had nodded his way, and whispered a frightened ‘See you around’ before he walked over to join Mary. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards their motel room, already mentally packing their bags. Not before she beat him harder than she ever had before. Neil expected it. But every blow reminded him of Andrew until Andrew was no longer gentle touches and honesty and kisses. Andrew was a kick to the back of the knees as he walked through the motel room door. Andrew was a slap, and another, and another. He was a screaming, crying, angry mother, shoving whatever belongings they owned into their single duffel bag. Andrew was leaving their key at reception at midnight and starting their journey to another town. Andrew wasn’t worth it. Andrew was the swollen ankle he walked on for miles. Andrew was Mary pulling roughly at his blonde hair to dye it black in some random gas station that night. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. Neil left Stefan with Andrew in Oakland. He tried to leave the memories there too. Oh, how badly he tried.

The worst part was, Andrew didn’t know that was the last time he would ever see Stefan again. He waited every day for him to come back. Every day came and went and every day he never showed up. Neil didn’t know about that part, you see. Neil thought Andrew would forget about Stefan like a childhood crush, thrown away, moved on to the next cute boy who listened to him talk. They shared a thought, though, drilling the regret and shame into their minds. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it.

(Part 2)

#forgive me if my geography is shit #u might be able to tell I’m Not American #but damn I’m sad now #love those boys #andreil #andreil au #Andrew minyard #Neil josten #tfc #aftg #txt #rambles #also sorry if the names are confusing as hell #Stefan v Neil death match #tfc fic #aftg fic

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bakujho · 3 years

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Another rant about some Shady Eels

So, back again to talk about the shady eels though this time focusing on how with the information we’ve been given we can pretty well confirm the Leech family are mafia. We’ve gotten a few solid gems of information the last little while, pretty well confirming what we always figured. Octavinelle has got that mafia theme, so everyone expected some shadiness, but the info we’ve been fed about the Leech parents really brings home that it’s not just the dorm theme, and that the twins and Azul aren’t just “cosplaying as mafia baddies for aesthetic”.

So what exactly do we KNOW?

The twins were taught self defense by their parents from a young age. (Jade voice lines)

When they were children their parents ‘associates’ would buy them luxury or rare birthday gifts...then were made to sign waivers saying that the gift had no ulterior motives and wouldn’t constitute a favour in return. (Jade birthday)

Their father has told them that appearances on land are important, and to pay close attention to the little details. (When Idia asks for further clarification, he cuts Floyd off before he goes further saying that any further and he feels like he’d be “ensnared by darkness”) (Floyd dance and wishes wish)

There were many parties back in the Leech household, but they were more formal in nature. (floyd birthday)

Eels have a “tough guy” image in the sea, and them being carnivores doesn’t help. (floyd birthday)

Mama leech worries about her babies and contacts them often (jade birthday)

That they have a family run business, that has contacts with a LOT of kinds of different people. Jade tells us it’s VERY normal. (jade birthday)

Leech parents have spoiled their kids before, so they’re likely fairly well off. (floyd birthday)

Floyd seems to have a bit of a sore spot regarding humans (floyd robes)

So obviously, without 100% confirmation, it’s impossible to say MAFIA LEECH ARE CANON, but with everything we’ve been given I’m pretty confident in saying it’s damn likely. That’s not even the fun part, cause it’s so surface level obvious considering Octavinelles theme, I decided to jump into it more. @chillableu had posted a comment in a shared discord that really got my brain whirring about WHY the mafia fam is maybe a bigger thing than just aesthetic, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. Headcanon accepted, chilla. I thank you. (I took out your name in case you didn’t want anyone on discord to find you by it)

I’ll put the rest of this under a cut since it’s really just me theorizing and head canoning a whole ton of shit about the Leech fam based on humans treating fish as lesser beings incapable of the same level of emotions and intelligence as themselves, adding in bits from other media that has mermaids, mythology, and a touch of the history of the mafia.

Not even really sure where to start with this, but here we go. So, What if the Leech fam (be it great grandpa/grandma leech or current Leeches) started the mafia as a way to protect themselves due to the mistreatment of merfolk that were more “monster” like than the regular human kind mermaids we’ve only seen up until now. Its reported that the original Sicilian mafia started as a way for certain families that were facing persecution from the rest of the towns that eventually spiraled into the crime syndicates we all know from various media today. Outside of the twins and Azul, all the other merfolk that have been shown in game have been the “fully human on top, fish bottom” type, and with Azul being bullied because we was a rare 8 legged mermaid, and the magicamonsters from the Halloween event seeing merfloyd and remarking how RARE it was to see one, so I’m thinking that maybe the Leech fam started as a way to protect themselves, since if carnivorous merfolk are seen as more brutish, they may have seen a lot of discrimination from other merfolk and humans alike.

It’s no secret that Toboso has been covering a lot of heavy topics dressed up in Disney clothes, and has already addressed discrimination and fetishization with the scarabia, savanaclaw, and more recently Diasomnia boys (well, mostly Malleus in the halloween event being treated like an object). So what I’m thinking is that there’s an underlying problem in the twstverse, where non-humans are treated badly, and non-humans with monster features even more so. So the leech fam bands together with whatever other monster like merfolk families there are and create their own little area in the coral sea, and eventually expand out into other types of business until they’re in a comfortable enough position to not really worry about any backlash anymore. Floyd has shown some distaste before about being ordered around by humans, which could be an ingrained quality from his parents, or he himself may have experienced some form of mistreatment at the hands of humans before. If the leech fam has a lot of ‘associates’ I think it’s safe to say that they weren’t the only ones feeling abandoned by the normal merfolk and humans .

In Japanese folklore there are creatures called Ningyo (basically human fish), which were both feared as creatures that would bring calamity and misfortune, and prized as their flesh was supposed to be sweet tasting and grant near immortality if eaten. Mermaids in a lot of more modern media are also more nuanced than the “beautiful fish that sailors fall in love with”. Even in One Piece, there’s the mermaids that are captured and sold off to the rich as prize objects to collect and display, and the Fishmen, which are the strong brutes that are ostracised by nearly everyone in series for them simply being fish. If Toboso wanted to touch on the mythology in TWST it would make sense that the more monster-like mermaids have created their own sub-society separate from the regular merfolk. During the Halloween event, the children seem to be pretty scared by Floyd because he’s huge, so what if that’s nothing new for him and why he’s so good with kids? Cause as a mermaid they’re used to people being openly scared of them without any good reason outside of their appearance. I also suspect that Floyd and Jade have a few more siblings, since in one of Floyds home screen lines he says that he’s not the youngest nor the oldest, and tbh, eels lay thousands of eggs, so it wouldn’t be surprising that he knew how to deal with the kid without any struggle.

What if, when the eels are first hatched they’re a lot smaller than they were and like in the original article that started all of this, humans were needlessly cruel to them and many of them died out of sheer neglect, or that humans just didn’t think merfolk as capable as having acute emotions and saw them as lowly fish rather than sentient beings. We saw with the Magicamonsters that there’s a complete disregard for the feelings of Malleus when they made it a challenge to touch his horns and get a picture, so I imagine that has to extend to merfolk as well when they’re actually seen. That same mindset could have extended to the regular mermaids as well, which is why mermaids like Azul were so tormented for being different, even though they’re all fucking mermaids at the end of the day. So bringing this back to the Leech fam, they decided that they weren’t going to stand for the same level of discrimination from humans and other merfolk alike and began building their own empire. They have contacts in the sea that extend to those on land (otherwise how would the twins get the rare land items for their birthdays), and have an extensive network of associates, with the added bonus of brilliant mermaid twins, one of which is incredibly cunning, the other quick to violence and both of them raised to defend themselves should the need arise.

So basically, I’m fully on the “Mafia Leech Fam is canon for real” train and at this point it’s going to be very hard to change my mind. I feel like there were a few more things I wanted to touch on with this but they’ve poofed themselves into the depths of my mind somewhere, so I may have to come back to them later. If you have anything to add, please let me know cause brain rotting about the Leech fam is honestly one of my favourite past times right now.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst analysis #floyd leech #jade leech #twisute #twisted wonderland analysis #octavinelle #leech family #azul ashengrotto

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drinkinggblood · 2 years

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darkstalka, anemone, and moonwatcha for tha characta ask game?

favourite thing about them

I really like how fucking bonkers darkstalker's actions are when you take them out of context. like. "guys the 2000 year old man just woke up now he wants to kill all children ?? 😍😍😊😊😲😲 more at 6" is so fucking funny to me. I also like his design a lot, especially in his cover,, I'm a bit sad more people don't add his creepy black eyes.

Anemone is probably my least favourite seawing main character but I like her design. She has that sticker of appreciation. I wish she killed her mother because I hate coral

Moonwatcher's book is probably my favourite out of arc 2, I enjoy her entire character and wish we got to see more of her genuine personality past her book.

least favourite thing about them

Darkstalker being turned into a dragonet. He should've had a big dramatic death, not being turned into a child.

Anemone's personality barely lines up with her first arc one? and it really bothers me?? since most of the arc one cast remains the same personality wise to jade mountain expect for anemone and it is bizarre.

Moonwatcher literally not having a personality past her book. also her entire love triangle thing just pisses me off because of how boring and repetitive it is to read. why didn't they just solve it in like book 2 maybe beginning of book 3 then spend the rest of the arc about the actual main fucking important stuff??

favourite line

I geniunely don't remember any specific line that I enjoyed from all of these characters because I read most of these books 2-4 years ago.

I do remember one about not everyone being straight black or white evil or good from Moonwatcher, so maybe that. I really liked that line.

brOTP

wdym darkstalker doesn't have friends hes a war criminal /hj

my brain completely removed anemone from all memory so I have no idea about who she would be friends with.

Moonwatcher, Winter and Qibli. I really think their relationship is best as nothing more than platonic seeing as how jealous and aggressive winter and Qibli get of each-other when they don't get to be around Moonwatcher. It also creates them kinda ignoring that Moonwatcher is an actual dragon; Not just an object for one of them to "obtain". They'd be better as just friends, or just make them in a poly relationship. No inbetweens /j

OTP

darkstalker x dying <3 <3 <3 he deserves nobody expect the sweet release of death

anemone x tamarin is Ok. I have no opinion on it. absolutely none.

Moonwatcher x Kinkajou is the superior pairing compared to winterwatcher and moonbli. cry about it /j

nOTP

darkstalker x clearsight or fathom. It is extremely toxic in both sides. Darkstalker is extremely manipulative and overall an asshole. He shouldn't be paired with either of them. Darkstalker x clearsight especially, when its being seen in a good light, makes me deeply uncomfortable seeing how awful both of them are for eachother. Clearsight, while not being nearly as bad as Darkstalker, does kinda constantly point out Darkstalker becoming evil in the future which y'know maybe not best for a romantic relationship to point out your partner's (potential, since in legends it wasn't actually known if he would since they are just futures and they aren't 100% going to happen) turn to evil, and Darkstalker's over-all extreme manipulation and just being awful in general.

anemone x pike. It just comes of as really weird to me.

moonwatcher x darkstalker for obvious reasons; it's just really gross.

random headcanon

darkstalker's scales in the modern day are half afflicted with severe scale rot, causing them to have a mangled and disfigured appearance due to all the time spent in the damp, wet mountain without sunlight for thousands of years.

anemone really likes coral reefs.

moonwatcher has a deep love for astronomy.

unpopular opinion

Darkstalker's actions have zero justification or valid reason. He's a war criminal please stop saying he's not just because you can sympathise with him. also stop calling him "darkie" it sounds weird, just call him "stalker" and it would make so much more sense /j

anemone is really boring to read about. that might just be me but I really dislike anemone's entire bratty royal attitude, it's just unpleasant to read about.

moonwatcher x winter isn't abusive just because "winter would be like arctic!!" please shut up. anyway we all know moon x winter x qibli is better anyway /j

song I associate with them

totally forgor abt this

darkstalker - Personal Jesus

anemone - Bitchboy

moonwatcher - Train of thought

favourite image of them

i like this image of anemone. I just think it's really wholesome :D

moonwatcher and darkstalker don't really have much images so :[

#wings of fire #wof ask #wings of fire ask #anemone #darkstalker #moonwatcher #darkstalker legends #moonwatcher wof #guys idk what to tell you i don't like anemone that much #i just. don't like her at all.#darkstalker is also hilariously evil to me and I can't explain why I #i just think everything he does #taken out of context is fucking hilarious

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kekoma · 3 years

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— nishinoya as your boyfriend.

alexa play short kings anthem by tmg. hope you enjoy.

blink blink. wow yeah okay.. many many thoughts with yuu. maybe too many.

just gonna say— before the relationship even started, he chased after you.

the team found it surprising since he really left the kiyoko simp club. no one really saw it coming but they were supporting.

def vents to tanaka about how cute you are and everything.

he’s truly that whipped for you.

gonna slip in that he isn’t that shy around you if he knows but it you’re someone completely new and he met you through one of the teammates or even kiyoko then his shyness will most likely amplify.

can’t convince me that noya DIDN’T try flirting with you by using the tricks and tips he learned from tanaka.

just won’t happen. he definitely threw in the “marry me!” line and you just had to blink twice to process the whole situation before telling him “no.”

was he heartbroken that day? yeah. but did he try again the next week? yeah he did with no shame we’ll never know.

anyways... we’ve all seen the way he acts towards kiyoko, yeah? now all that treatment solely goes to you.

and because of, mans has probably growled and gave one of the deadliest glares at one of your peers all because they had the nerves to tell their friends how cute you were and they planned on asking you for your number.

let’s just say that peer started avoiding you all because they feared yuu would probably beat them up.

now when you two start going out, his protectiveness amps.

especially when he invites you to his games and the one of the teammates from the opponent side decides they want to try their luck with you.

“i think i’m gonna go over and talk to her. wish me luck!” the guy would say while nudging his friend.

but before he could even take one step, noya is already giving him a strange look and mumbling about how you’re off limits.

sometimes he may go a little overboard so give him a small kiss on the cheek or whack on the head— all up to you babes.

something i personally want to add and firmly believe.. you two probably have a snap streak together.

can’t tell me i’m wrong because i won’t stand for it.

the score is probably sitting at 1,287 or higher but just know it’s there.

if you so happened to lose it one day or night then prepare yourself.

“Y/N!! OUR STREAKS! IT’S GONE!”

“i know i know and i’m sorry babe.”

“do you... do you even love me anymore?”

“of course i do! how couldn’t i love you?!”

he’s a bit dramatic.

in the end, he finds a way of getting the score back while mumbling how much he’s ‘living in Spain but without the s’ and etc.

all good though. he def gets over it but you now have no choice but to remember it and keep it going.

side fact; he won’t accpet black screens from you either. the picture has to have your face in it because he loves admiring your beauty.

even screenshots some of them too.

moving on— the whole relationship is goofy and extremely loving but there are some days where he isn’t 100% that.

won’t get too much into it but just know, he’s gonna need you to be there for him and snap him out of his moods (if it’s possible)

anyways, yuu is THE definition of affectionate puppy too.

there’s not a day that goes by when he doesn’t remind you about how much he loves you and uses pda in a way to remind.

also he invites you to all his games and in return, if you’re in any sports or musically talented then he shows up to those events.

even brings snacks or/and a few flowers while telling you how amazing you were (he would cook but umm... mans isn’t skilled enough for that yet so snacks will have to do)

overall very supportive of everything you do and makes time to show up to any events— even if you don’t tell him.

speaking of pda from earlier, let’s get into it.

in public— he’s HUGE on pda.

can literally go from slight brushes against each other skins, such as his hand brushing against yours, to dead on holding you.

doesn’t care if he gets clowned on for it— you’re his and that’s all that matters.

but if you aren’t a huge fan about public pda for some reason then tell him. yuu is quick to stop and work around it so you’re comfortable too.

vvv respectful and we stan that.

noya’s top favorite pda with you though is 🥁🥁🥁 hand holding. yeah yeah it’s basic but the action alone lets everyone know you’re his baby and that’s what matters.

now when you two are alone.. that’s a different story.

might be a little more touchy and definitely likes to kiss you more.

loves.. let me say it again, LOVES cuddling with you for sure.

vv versatile too. he doesn’t mind being little spoon if you requested it and if you’re in a bad mood then he won’t mind being the big spoon and comforting you.

truly just depends on the day and mood.

something to point out since mood was mentioned, yuu knows exactly how to comfort you well with his words and it’s a little surprising sometimes.

he likes knowing he has the ability to cheer you up but if you’re someone who wants to be left alone sometimes then noya lets you be for few before coming back and asking if you want to cuddle, talk or do something.

vvv sweet. almost teeth rotting sweet.

but cuddles is must with him. don’t argue with me about it.

side note; if you two have a size difference.. he doesn’t care. actually likes it since he knows he can bury his face into your chest whenever you two cuddle. you don’t even have to have big boobs either— just let him rest there and he won’t complain.

that’s the ultimate dream right there for him. would happily sleep there any time and day.

hmm nicknames? nicknames.

this part is gonna be a bit short because yuu is built differently.

for sure he calls you babe and baby but occasionally he’ll come up with the most weirdest pet names (like how he created the name ‘rolling thunder’) for you.

sometimes it just leaves you wondering how you’ve managed to come this far with him but we’ll never know.

again, something short so now we’re on to dates.

off the rip, study dates are on there.

“come on babe! we could go on better dates than this...”

“yuu... your last test scores were below 70% and i’m just trying to help you pass so you can continue being apart of volleyball.”

“i know but can’t we—”

“if you can pack most of this down and answer 3 questions right, i’ll kiss you, maybe even cuddle and we can go out for ice cream too. although you’re paying.”

“say less.”

gotta keep this boy using his brain and he actually does better with grades now because of you.

besides that, most of the dates you’ve two gone on were; picnics, roller skating, watching the sunset, ice dream dates, and anything that fits both of your personalities (if that makes any sense)

def takes a bunch of polaroid pictures of you, keeps them in his phone case and wallet. can’t convince me he doesn’t.

also shows them off to tanaka and the team about how gorgeous you are too. just regular simp behavior.

side fact: yuu writes down whatever song played first during the dates you two go on and writes them on the white part of the polaroids.

also made a playlist for you that spells out a secret message if you pay close attention to the titles.

i’m gonna end this (before my brain short circuits)— dating nishinoya is fun. this short king deserves all the love in the world so BE THE ONE THAT GIVES IT TO HIM.

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pixieungerstories · 3 years

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Quarentine - 1

They always say ‘buy the worst house on the best block that you can afford’ and god knows this place was a total shit hole. 1200 square feet on an overgrown lot surrounded by McMansions. Hell, I paid less for the place that the land was worth. I’m amazed someone hadn’t bulldozed the place years ago.

To make a long story short, I did not look a gift house horse in the mouth.

I mean, it wasn’t a total write off. None of the windows were smashed. There were mature fruit trees in the backyard. If you ignored the weeds and rotting fruit, there was a lot of potential. The plumbing was lead pipes and the electrical was knob and tube, but I know people and I could trade favours to get that replaced. The foundations were good and the roof barely leaked.

I spent the summer camping in a tent in the back yard and slowly getting the place winterized enough that I could move it.

It was still a creepy ass house when I did. It had a boiler. I had no idea how to deal with that, but I was learning. And I learned how to ignore the whistles, hissing and banging sounds that went with having a boiler. The old rads were cast iron with pretty little details in the corners.

There were holes in the plaster, but I just ignored them. It wasn’t worth fixing when I was going to gut the place and put up drywall eventually. It just made it easier to get at the plumbing.

I started just living in the kitchen and ignoring the rest of the house. I had disconnected the rest of the electrical and plumbing and was using that as a home base while I renovated outwards from there.

There is nothing quite as creepy as sleeping in a sleeping bag on what were probably asbestos tiles in an old house that makes the weird noises that old houses make. I kept reminding myself that they only seemed louder than normal because the place was empty and there was nothing to muffle the sound. The shrieking had to be the upstairs window that didn’t quite shut properly.

I had the feeling that something was watching me and prayed to god it wasn’t rats.

I was in this for the long haul. Get up, shower at the gym, go to work, come home, renovate until it gets dark, shower at the gym, camp out in the kitchen. Not exciting, but satisfying. Let’s face it, this was the only way I was ever going to be able to afford a house.

When the work from home order came, I had to actually get a phone line installed so I could have internet access. Me, my laptop and a kitchen table I rescued from the curbside a while back.

The creepy feeling was worse. I told myself it had to be the isolation kicking in. I skyped with my best friends at night to make up for it. The power was still a bit dodgy and kept going out, but that’s what laptop batteries and cell phones are for, right?

I was sure the cough was from the dust.

The guy delivering groceries left them on the sidewalk instead of the porch. It was fine. I understood completely. I hadn’t done much work on the outside of the building at all.

I realized I was sneezing a bit when I started having to use toilet paper as kleenex.

I was fine. I was young and healthy. I didn’t have any sick days at work so I was determined to just push through.

I tried to get more rest.

I dreamed about something laying a cool hand on my forehead.

The grocery store was out of thermometers.

I mean, did it really matter if I had a fever? I wasn’t leaving the house to share with anyone.

My cough got worse overnight. I was vaguely aware of someone lifting me up and holding a cup of cool water to my lips. I was so fucking thirsty.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I mumbled. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I won’t,” a rumbling voice assured me.

I didn’t remember making soup, but I jolted into awareness sitting at the table with a steaming bowl in front of me. Chicken noodle out of a can. It’s not that hard to make. I’m sure I could add water and heat in my sleep. Apparently, I just did.

I was so cold that night. I don’t know where the extra blankets came from, but they were there in the morning.

I don’t know how I ordered a bed while I was sick, but it was there and on my credit card. So was the mattress and sheets. It must have been the fever talking when I ordered them. I would not have picked out anything that old fashioned looking.

How did I get all this stuff up to the second floor bedroom? I’m sure I don’t remember stripping the paint off the closet doors. I must be losing my mind. I slept, I ate, I stopped logging in at work. I just needed to concentrate on getting better.

By the time I was able to stay awake for more than an hour at a time, the city was shut down. I was confined to my house whether I liked it or not. I was suddenly glad my fever addled brain had ordered a bed while I still could.

The watched feeling was worse. I ordered some rat traps with my groceries. I didn’t catch anything. They didn’t take the bait. I swear I heard snickering when I checked them in the morning. That was a new sound for the boiler to make.

“I am losing my mind,” I repeated to myself. Then blushed when I realized I had said it aloud. “And yes, I also talk to myself,” I added for good measure. “At least it is some sound,” I muttered. “I should turn on some music or something.”

Work was officially shut down but I still had the dumpster outback. I spend my awake time cleaning out the other rooms. The advantage of living in a construction zore was all the dust masks. When I needed to actually go out, that might help. In the meantime, I carefully sorted through the things the previous owners had left behind. Some of it was just trash, but there were some old photographs, lost buttons, even a single antique earring.

“No chance of finding a pair, I bet. Still this could be made over into a necklace or something.” Shit. I was talking to myself again, wasn’t I?

I still got tired easily. I dreamed about my mom stroking my hair as I slept.

The footprints I couldn’t explain away.

I had taken down a section of wall and spent the day carrying out the chunks of plaster before microwaving a pizza pop and tucking in early. In the morning there were footprints in the dust. They weren’t mine. They were huge and it was hard to believe they were human. Weird long toes, with the claw tips a little in front were not what I was expecting.

That was the first time I had wanted to leave the house.

I grabbed my stuff and made it to the front yard before I was spotted by a passing patrol car and ordered back inside. I had no idea how to explain that I thought there was some sort of monster living in my house. I was shaking as I went back inside.

“Hello?” I called from the doorway, ready to run. I had no idea where I could even run to. “Um… Is anyone there?” I don’t know what I was expecting. “Hi? Um …. I bought the house, I didn’t know there was any … thing living here. I have been trying to fix it up.”

“I know.”

Fuck. The scratchy, rasping bass voice was not what I was expecting. “I … uh… I can go back to camping in the yard,” I suggested.

“No.”

I waited to hear if he (?) was going to say anything else.

Apparently not.

“Uh … no I can’t stay here? Or no, you don’t even want me camping in the backyard?”

“If I didn’t want you here, I would have had many opportunities to get rid of you.”

Shit. That wasn’t ominous or threatening at all.

With a low chuckle the voice asked, “Did you mean to say that out loud?”

I froze and tried to remember what I had said. Oh. “No, that was an accident. I’m not used to having anyone around to hear me.”

“I always hear you.”

I closed the door and went out to sit in the garden for a moment to think about that. I ended up pacing, swearing and wishing for a cigarette. I hadn’t smoked in years. The sun started to go down and the bugs came out. I was being eaten alive outside. Going inside was scary but he was right. He had lots of time to …

I flung open the door. “Did you order furniture on my credit card?” I demanded.

The laughter that rang out was a whole other level of creepy. I shivered and thought about going back outside. The door pulled itself closed behind me. I spun to look at it and didn’t see anything. I could hear something breathing. I turned again. Nothing.

“If we are both going to live here, can we at least agree on some ground rules?”

“Like what?” was almost purred in my ear. Looking around wildly, I still couldn’t see anything.

I was shaking now. “Is there a way for you to be less scary so I don’t have a heart attack?” I squeaked.

There was nothing but silence. Still my sense of the presence suggested it was gone.

I didn’t sleep that night. I would just start to nod off then jerk myself awake and look wildly around the room. I never saw anything.

Six am, my alarm went off and I could smell coffee.

All the dust had been swept up.

“Hello?” I whispered.

Nothing. I had coffee and cereal and tried not to think about my surprise roommate. I was so tired, I passed out at my computer in the kitchen at some point that morning, only to wake in bed upstairs in the afternoon. “I don’t want you to touch me while I’m sleeping,” I mumbled, painfully aware that there was dick all I could do to stop it.

“Alright,” the voice said, coming from somewhere in the direction of the closet. “But don’t fall asleep at the table then.”

I breathed a faint sigh of relief. I wasn’t expecting the next part.

“You need to eat something now. You are still recovering.”

There was a can of soup heating on the stove. My breakfast dishes were gone. I found them clean and dry in the cupboard. “Thank you,” I whispered. He didn’t reply. As I ate lunch, I was psyching myself into going upstairs to look in the closet. The door had been painted shut when I got the house, but at some point had been stripped down to the bare wood.

I hadn’t worked up the nerve by the time I was done eating. Or washing and drying the dishes. I found myself at the bottom of the stairs staring up at the second floor. Did I really want to see what was in that closet?

No.

But it would be better to look during the light of day.

Eventually, I made it up there. I put my hand on the knob and tried to turn it. It didn’t budge.

“You want rules?” the voice growled behind me. I spun, there was nothing there. “Do not open that door. Do not come into my space.”

I went from trembling from nerves to bolting down the stairs in an instant. I nearly tripped, but felt something - him? - catch me and set me on my feet.

“Careful,” he purred.

I spent the rest of the day in the garden again. I was still out there when the sun went down and the back light turned on. Then the kitchen light and for a moment I could see something outlined against the antique curtains I hadn’t replaced in the kitchen. I tried to remind myself that he wasn’t necessarily that big. He might just be closer to the light and casting a bigger shadow.

I didn’t believe it, but I tried.

I crept back into the house like a scared child who wasn’t sure how angry their parents were going to be after they had done something wrong. I turned on all the lights on the main floor and stayed in the kitchen away from the stairs.

“Planning on staying up all night?”

I jumped. “How are you always behind me?”

“I live in the shadows. Go to bed.”

“Um… I was thinking, that should be your room, really. Your closet. You picked out the bed. I can just camp down -”

“No. Go to bed.”

“Do you really think I’m going to be able to sleep in a room with a closet that must not be opened? I have read Blue Beard, you know.”

“So have I. The wife gets the house and lives happily ever after.”

“The last wife does,” I pointed out. “The first dozen or so didn’t.”

He chuckled at that. “We made a deal, remember?”

“Are you teasing me? What deal?”

“I don’t touch you in your sleep. You don’t sleep in the kitchen anymore.”

“How big are you?”

The lights flickered and went off.

“Do you want to see me?” he purred, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Not in the dark,” I squeaked.

“Go to bed.”

The light snapped back on, leaving me blinking.

I spent the night sitting on the bed with my back pressed against the headboard trying to see the whole room at one. Eventually, I fell asleep.

My alarm did not go off at six. It had been turned off. The coffee was ready but not turned on when I went down stairs. The air smelled faintly of solder. There was a post-it stuck to the coffee maker. Fine copperplate handwriting told me:

I have replaced the plumbing

I stared at it dumbly. I had replaced the plumbing to the kitchen sink and the downstairs powder room and had been washing out of the sink since I had been forced to stay home. The only other plumbing was down to the washing machine in the cellar and the upstairs bathroom. I pushed the button on the coffee maker and slowly crept upstairs.

Sure enough the stack of copper pipe waiting in the other bedroom was gone.

Well, not gone. I could see it installed through the holes in the walls. I turned on the tap to the sink and sure enough, I had water. I now had an upstairs, working bathroom with a clawfoot tub.

And no walls.

“I don’t like the idea of you watching me bathe,” I called out. Then I felt like an idiot because if whatever it was had voyeur tendencies, it could have been watching me for months. I tried all the taps and the toilet. Everything worked.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, unsure if I was talking to myself.

“You’re welcome.” It was the least creepy, most normal thing I had heard from him.

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When I got back downstairs, there still wasn’t coffee but there was a new note:

Humans who do not sleep start to hallucinate

I crumbled it up, threw it across the room and jabbed the on switch on the coffee maker. Nothing happened. I growled as I plugged it in. The power went out.

“Oh come on! Withholding coffee is cruel and unusual punishment!”

“Sleep.” It sounded like the whole house had murmured that last bit.

I wish I could say I handled it gracefully, but I didn’t. I stomped back up to the bedroom like a petulant child.

I woke to bright sunlight streaming in through the window. The house was quiet and it felt empty for the first time in days. I had a bath and washed my hair and I felt better than I had in days too. Clean and dry and dressed, I bounced into the kitchen to try and turn on the coffee again only to see my laptop snap shut.

It was with a lot of trepidation that I opened it. I was expecting a ridiculous online purchase which is why I stared dumbly at the screen unable to process what I was seeing.

It was a CGI woman with her hands tied to something over her head being railed by a monster who was fingering her clit with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other while her belly distended in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Ugh! Dude! You can NOT watch porn on my laptop!” I shrieked as I frantically tried to close the window.

“Would you rather I watch you?” he asked calmly from somewhere to the left of me.

I breathed out a shaky breath. “OK. Let’s talk about private browser windows and how not to get a computer virus.”

When I got to the end of my tentative explanation, I asked, “Do you need … some alone time?”

There was another house shaking howling laugh.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“You need to eat.”

That brought up a whole other issue. “Do you? Eat I mean. Do you eat? What do you eat?”

“Don’t worry about me. I am not going to eat you. Unless you ask nicely.”

I blushed even further but got out a pan and a skillet meal from the fridge.

I spend the rest of the afternoon weeding the garden. I came in when it got dark, heated up my leftovers from lunch and tried to figure out what to do with myself. The nap had meant that I wasn’t tired for the first time in days.

I wondered what he would do if I watched a movie. I hunted through the cupboards and found a bag of microwave popcorn from before the virus started. Right! I thought. Bowl of popcorn, a movie, skype with a few friends. Pretend none of this was happening.

I wasn’t surprised when the lights went out. That was just a thing now. My computer was still illuminating a bubble around me and B99 was still hilarious.

I wasn’t expecting the bed to dip next to me. That once again raised the question of how to deal with him around others. I hit the mute button. “What are you doing?” I asked icily.

“Not touching you. What are you eating?”

“Human food.”

“Hmmm.”

I unmuted my computer to answer Penny’s question about how stir crazy I was going.

“12/10 on the looney toons scale,” I offered.

She just laughed.

All of the popcorn was gone.

“Ah hell.”

“What’s wrong?” Penny asked.

“All my popcorn is gone,” I grumbled. I didn’t add that I had more than half a bowl left a moment ago. Not eating me, I reminded myself.

“That sucks. Need to pause and get more?”

“I don’t have anymore.”

She just laughed, “But do you still have toilet paper and hand sanitizer?”

I chuckled, “Toilet paper, at least.”

“I should go. It’s getting late,” she said with a yawn.

“Yeah. Good night.” After Penny signed off, I just let Netflix autoplay the next episode.

“Do you need to sleep?” The whisper seemed to come from the direction of the closet but the bed was still dipped under his weight on my other side.

My heart leapt to my throat. “How many of you are there?”

“Just me,” he purred too close to my ear. I flung myself away from him and toppled out of bed. Two hands caught me.

Two other hands caught my laptop.

I stared as it was placed back on the bed a little way in front of me. The hands on my arms were cool and smooth. “What are you?”

“I am me. I have not asked your name. You will not ask mine.”

“My name is on the mail. And my credit card. You know my name,” I pointed out keeping my eyes locked on the screen, fighting the urge to look around.

“Nonetheless.”

This wasn’t going to work, but I had to try. “I would like to be alone now.”

The bed shifted as the weight was removed from the side. The black shadows that could be fingers moved from my computer. The voice said, “Good night” from the direction of the closet.

I sat frozen. “In the morning, I’m moving the bed to another room.”

“Why?”

“Because the closet is yours and it’s scary being here with you,” I admitted.

“I have never done anything to harm you.”

“You scare the shit out of me multiple times a day.”

There was a long pause before he replied, “And yet you haven’t left.”

“The city is on lock down. I can’t leave.”

“Hmm.”

I jumped as my laptop snapped shut. I fumbled in the dark trying to find it on my bed, “What are you doing?” I demanded.

“Taking this downstairs. I will not bother you tonight.”

“What-” I started to say, then snapped my mouth shut as the realization that this may be his ‘alone time’.

This time the “Good night,” came from the bedroom door.

In the morning the only thing in my browsing history was netflix. This was less comforting since I had shown him how to clear the cache. I told myself at least the keyboard wasn’t sticky.

#quarantine #oh my god they were quarantined

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Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1

pt. 2 here

THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month)

I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.

TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)

Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.

Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.

hope the movie is good!

okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?

if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul

this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss

wish id gon wiht u xx

You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.

“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”

The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.

“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?

Iwaizumi

Doesn’t know what he does- to me…

Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”

“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”

Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.

Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.

“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”

You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.

He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.

When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?

Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.

“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.

You coax him down towards the bar. “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off, finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking. The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.

“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. “You’re just a baby, you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed. “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”

You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party… you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.

Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.

Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.

“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.

Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.

“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.

“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.” Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his, your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.

“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand. “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.

As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.

You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’, ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.

Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”

#iwaizumi #iwa #hajime #hajime x reader #iwa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #pls protect me iwa

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boyfriendsmalec · 2 years

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Tagged by @bad-buddy-owns-my-ass Thanks for the tag!

1. Your all time favorite bl and why

Bad Buddy. I think it's obvious from what my account has devolved into but it honestly is my favorite BL I've ever watched. It's got everything. It's got comedy and drama and romance and the best onscreen couple chemistry I have ever seen in a BL. OhmNanon have made this series to be what it is, and I don't think if it was portrayed by different actors that it would have at all the same impact.

2. That one bl that scarred you for life

This is hard to say because I usually avoid sad BLs. I will say that after watching Until We Meet Again I was really sad about In and Korn for a good two solid days, but I don't think I'm scarred for life because of it.

Also waiting between episodes 11 and 12 of Bad Buddy was low-key scarring but only temporarily.

3. Is there any bl that made you feel very single

Bad Buddy. THE CHEMISTRY! The way they're constantly being super playful and flirty. Even before they get together on the show they had me feeling single BIG TIME.

4. If you could change one thing from a bl, which one would it be?

I probably would have a better answer if I wasn't in Bad Buddy brain rot mode but I would say for Bad Buddy I would change the whole Wai plot. And also have Pa tell her parents about Pran saving her life because that was HUGE and we never got that to come out to the parents. (Also I'd have them get engaged by the end of the finale but you know maybe it's being saved for a special episode... one can hope)

For a BL other than Bad Buddy: Have GSP end happily or have Tang Yi not go to jail at the end of Trapped.

5. That one bl you detest (don’t hold back)

I don't sit through shows I don't like so I can't say. I may come back to add one in later if I can think of one I didn't like.

6. Your top 5:

1) Bad Buddy, 2) Cherry Magic, 3) Until We Meet Again, 4) Kieta Hatsukoi, 5) I Told Sunset about You (but not IPYTM)

7. That trashy bl that you lowkey like

Tien Bromance... it's utter trash but I watched it all including the special episodes. I don't even know what was going on in this show. The first episode is full on horror and kinda scary. Then we have the mafia (I can't even remember anymore) is after them??? But at the time I watched it I had fun with it and was like damn, this is a show where the gays really are invincible. Nothing could kill them! I think their spinoff with their adopted son is pretty cute too. But I don't really want to rewatch it now that I've seen so much better BL content.

8. Your favorite Korean bl (it’s important we know)

Light on Me. They had enough time to develop all the characters in this one. I wish other Korean BLs were given this length.

9. But also your top 3 for kbls

Light on Me, To My Star, Color Rush

10. Season 2? Which one?

Bad Buddy but only special episodes because I don't want more drama for Pat and Pran, I just want to see them get happily married.

For an actual Season 2 I would like to see Gaya Sa Pelikula get one (which was SUPPOSED to have a second season).

11. A bunch of dramas will air soon. Which ones are you most excited for?

Vice Versa bc Ohmnanon. But also Cutie Pie because I just love arranged marriage plots and I want to see it play out. Also curious for Moonlight Chicken (P'Aof directing). Some interesting Korean BLs coming out in February too including Semantic Error and Cherry Blossoms Before Winter.

12. Tag them!

Anyone that wants to participate feel free to share your thoughts!

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foilfreak · 3 years

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I really love how you write Moreau. I was wondering if you had any tips for writing his character?

Aaaaaah thank you so much I really appreciate the wonderful ask!!!!! Oh gosh, I don’t know if Im in any position to be offering my own writing advice to people necessarily, but Ill do my best! Im a little confused as to whether you mean how I write Moreau as a character in general, or just in dialogue, so I guess Ill do a little bit of both.

When it comes to Moreau as a character, he can more or less be broken down into a few key characteristics that make up the bulk, if not all, of his personality, and when I do my writing, I find it really helpful to have these key terms on hand, or at the very least in mind, when im writing characters because its a lot easier for me to describe and manipulate a character and their actions when I have a concrete idea of how they are likely to respond and react to certain things based on their respective personality traits, the key characteristics i mentioned earlier, rather than vague, abstract ideas that give me an end goal but no reliable or consistent way to get there, if that makes sense. For example, we know that Moreau is a very self-loathing and pitiful character, so i make sure to add lots of scenes where Moreau is taking pity on himself and his situation, actively insulting or berating himself whenever he does something wrong too, and even wishing for death at one point, because at his core, and due to mother Miranda’s horrible influence on him, moreau hates himself and believes that he is a worthless monster who deserves to die a slow and horrible death and then rot for eternity in hell, so it would make no sense for him to be a socially strong and confident individual or even particularly chipper, when we’ve been shown countless times that he couldnt be more opposite to that. Now, that being said however, humans are not one dimensional, and although we know that Moreau is capable of being very naive, overly-devoted, self-loathing, and pitiful, that’s not all that there is to him, not even close. If youre leaning into the tragic aspects of Moreau’s character when writing him, then you definitely want to go heavy on the self-hating parts of his personality, but the point of my fic isn’t to lean into the tragic aspects of his character, its to say “I see Capcom implying that Moreau is hideous, disgusting, and undeserving of love or kindness from anyone, and to that I say FUCK OFF, YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” (Lol). In all seriousness though, If you’re aiming for something a little similar to what Im going for, which is to explore the sides of Salvatore outside of just the self-loathing and pitying, that are still there, deep down, but maybe only come out around certain people, or need a bit more coaxing before resurfacing after being dormant for so long following the cadou mutations, then you’ll want to add key words like “intelligent”, “witty”, or even “crafty” to your bank of key words that make up your overall understanding of Moreau’s character... if that makes sense (i hope it does cuz idk how else to explain this).

In terms of writing Moreau’s dialogue, there’s two ways I could phrase this answer: the simple way and the complicated way. Im gonna try and do the simple way and hope it actually turns out simple enough for people to understand what tf im talking about. Anyways, due to Moreau’s mutations, his brain has been heavily impacted, resulted in a great many mental and physical process having been potentially fucked up in the process, including but not limited to: speech difficulties, memory issues, motor issues, visual impairments, cognitive processing, etc, etc, the list of things that could be wrong with Moreau is literally endless when you know as much about the brain, and more importantly all the ways it can go wrong, as I do (and I don’t even know all of them). But long story short, ive more or less chosen a few of these issues and decided to highlight them, implicitly, when writing him. In terms of his dialogue, Moreau likely suffers from some sort of speech and/or language disorder (the distinction between these two concepts is incredibly important in my field of study and the fact that i will be lumping in them together as one thing for the sake of a simpler explanation pains me and my bachelors degree greatly, but I wont bore you with that drivel today), meaning that his ability to both produce and comprehend language is probably pretty fucked up and you can see that reflected in the way I write how he talks: lots of stuttering - on letters, as well as syllables, words, and even entire phrases in some cases, rephrasing sentences halfway through saying them so that the end result is more clear or accurate, as well as lots and lots and lots and lots of pauses, so many pauses for this man because he’s a bit of a slow talker and he needs a lot of time to compose his thoughts and turn them into concise sentences compared to most people. These are all just my own personal details that I like to add to my writing because my actual field of study is speech, langauge, and hearing sciences, so I know a lot about the brain and how damage to it can impact ur speech, language, and communication, however if you’re not interested in going all out like a crazy person, then my best advice would be to, at the very least, add little touches of stuttering or pausing here and there. Maybe instead of every line of dialogue, you lonely put it every other line, enough that its present and recognizable as moreau talking, but not enough that its “too much”.

Idk if any of this made sense but I did my absolute best to try and answer your question to the best of my ability, even if it turned into more of a lecture and explanation than just a simple list of tips 😅. Hopefully you got something out of this, even if it was just a quick view into the hurricane that is my brain at all hours of the day. Thank you so much for the amazing ask, it was so much fun to answer and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!!!

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ceilingfan5 · 3 years

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Sticker stars has been so wonderful so far and I can’t wait for more!! Also, do have some fun prompts. Apocalypse & Avian au, with taakitz, perhaps? :))

(thinks about my dark wings au past) hm.

Taako’s fucked. Living in the After Times is like being a shark. You quit moving, you die. And Taako’s in no shape to move right now.

He was scavenging. He and Lup used to scavenge a lot before she went missing, and they’d gotten pretty fucking good at it. They’ve found all sorts of shit. Garfield phones. Tommy guns. A whole cake once, perfectly untouched. They ate it with their hands right then and there and tried to tell each other stories about what they remembered of the Before Times, even though that wasn’t much. And when they both got sick, well, they got sick together. They had each other to rely on.

That might be what Taako misses most. Then again, there’s no need to rank the holes in his heart. They all add up to empty.

He was scavenging, is the thing, finding some good scrap here, some useful tech there, and food, even a taste of food was worth the hunt. But he didn’t see the hole in that rotting building’s floor, and he fell a long ways, landing in a scrumbled heap down low.

And that was it, he figured. The end of ol’ Taako. And when he saw the bird circling overhead, shadow passing through the skeleton of the long-dead building, he imagined himself a Prometheus and closed his eyes to preserve the delusion. As a last thought, it wasn’t the worst he could do. At least he hadn’t made a mess of himself from the pain.

He never expected to feel himself being moved, but then again, it made sense. The vulture probably wanted to keep his leftovers away from the other sky rats.

But when he opened his eyes, dizzy with pain, Taako saw a face, not a beak and beady eyes. Soft, deep brown ones framed with long eyelashes, and slightly parted lips, showing a little confusion. And the person--no, he’d definitely seen a bird, what was the truth?--the person said something Taako couldn’t make out through all the ringing, and they picked him up, his leg dragging, the sticky blood leaving a trail.

“What the fuck?” Taako managed, heroically, before the darkness throbbing at the edges of his vision took over.

He dreams of flying. It’s only a little terrifying.

When he wakes up, he hurts, he hurts all over. He’s barely together, but together is together, and that’s more than he can say for some people he’s met, trying to survive through it all. He’s fucking hungry, but he’s always hungry, and the pain is turning his stomach. He’s not sure he could keep his scraps down if he had any.

Wait. His shit. What happened to his shit?

Taako’s eyes snap open and he tries to sit up, which almost evacuates his breakfast, what’s left of it. He’s worked so fucking hard to find all of his nice things, and this fucker’s just gone and taken them?? He won’t have it, even if he can barely move! He tries to find something to pull himself up with, or something to attack with, or something, anything to help him out, and he’s confused by a flutter of feathers and a person rushing over to him.

“Woah, woah, woah, not yet, you don’t! You’re in no shape to be moving around, no sir.”

Taako squints blearily at the person. Bird. Person with wings? Funny, he’d heard there were mutants, out here in the wastes, but this guy can’t be any younger than him. And Taako caught the barest end of the Before Times. It doesn’t add up. He opens his mouth to comment on this.

“Heughumyn?”

The birdman frowns and props Taako up against the nearest wall. He’s in what can only be described as a nest of blankets, and they’re in a decent little shelter. Asshole.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for that, either,” he says.

“M’fuck’n, ready,” Taako slurs.

“Mhm, mhm.” His wings twitch a little as he thinks. “How are you doing?”

“Youg’na, eat me?” Taako manages instead. His brains feel scrambled. Maybe more than his legs got fucked up. Damn it.

The bird man laughs.

“No, I’m afraid you’re not quite fit for consumption. That’s a little joke. No, I do not eat people, although I’m sure I’ve given you a bit of a scare. I’ll be honest, I just couldn’t leave you there to die.” His wings flutter a little, and he looks sheepish. “I didn’t have much of a plan with regards to rescuing you, and, uh, what would follow.”

Taako squints at him. He is having a very difficult time keeping up. He decides he has a concussion, which unfortunately is going to require some time. But this is the apocalypse. If they can stay safe, they’ve got all the time in the world.

He’s just going to have to trust a mutant.

“‘M coherent,” he says, partially to himself, and then, “You got any medicine?” which actually is rather coherent, and he mentally pats himself on the back for that one. Even that hurts, though.

“Only a bit,” Birdboy says. “I’m not sure it would help, but we could try. I splinted your legs, I know that much, and, well, I’m not quite sure what to do about that nasty bump on your head.”

“Well, whatever,” Taako says, feeling a bit more confident. This guy definitely isn’t going to hurt him. If he wanted something from Taako, he’d have taken it and let him rot. He’s got a soft heart. Big mistake. “Y’got a name?”

“Kravitz,” he says. “Just Kravitz.” There’s an indecipherable look on his face. Or maybe that’s just the concussion fucking with him. “And you?”

“Taako. Just Taako.”

“Well, I’d say it’s nice to meet you, Taako, but I really wish it had been under better circumstances.”

“S’nice,” Taako says, and he closes his eyes again. If he can trust this guy at least a little bit, he might as well not be awake for the pain. “Goodnight.”

“Woah, Taako, stay with me!”

But the darkness has already come back to embrace him.

#taakitz #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #magnus burnsides #fan5fics #i hope no one remembers that fic or looks at it on my ao3 where it still exists as a monument to trying so hard and you dont succeed #when you get what you want but not what you need #im being dramatic #what a long time ago #ALSO THANK YOU IM VERY EXCITED ABT SS

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achubbydumpling · 3 years

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Alright, I just finished Destroyer (2018) and a bottle of wine and I have some thoughts about this movie and lots of thots about Chris. Why am I writing this? Why not! I love reading other people's opinions, so here are mine.

Let's get into it!

(if you just want ~800 words of chubby kink brain rot skip to the +++ under the cut)

Thoughts and semi-serious movie review

(I don't know nothing about movies, so this is very subjective, but I'd love to hear your opinions, if you disagree with anything or just have something to add)

First, I went into this film completely blind. I had no idea what this film was about, I only knew that Seb was in it.

It starts off promising. Alcoholic detective who knows more than she lets on, an unidentified body and an old antagonist from our detectives past reappears. Plot is being set up, we get to know Erin, the story advances at a good pace and then 15 minutes in everything grinds to a halt.

The movie is very good at building tension, but has trouble reaching satisfying conclusions. Almost every scene just fizzles out into an anticlimactic or abrupt end. The characters seem static, with no real development apart from a few pieces sprinkles throughout, which makes emotional scenes feel unearned.

The movie drags on through it's 2h runtime. By the end I was honestly wishing for Erin to just die already, which probably wasn’t the intention with this character-driven film. We’re told that she is consumed by anger, but to me she just seemed bored most of the time. Like she was trudging from plot point to plot point.

Most of the characters in this movie felt like less than side characters, even Chris, who’s death is the inciting incident for Erin wanting to get revenge on Silas. Arturo was the only other character that stood out to me, but he only really got to shine in the Russian Roulette scene.

The flashback scene at the end was probably the best part of the movie. Not just because we finally got to see Chris for a bit longer, but because Erin finally has someone to play off of and even though she still seems quite stiff in her acting, this is in my opinion her best performance in the movie. 2/5 stars

"omg Sebastian Stan is so hot in this movie"-review

And now let's talk about Seb's look in this movie, because damn does he look good. Stuff I liked in no particular order:

the beard in the flash backs

the shaved head in the less far back flash backs

smoking. doing drugs! cocaine!!

rings

fake dating?? yes please (giving me ideas)

Seb's fucking silent movie acting, hmm jaw clenching and intense staring (his line delivery wasn't the best in this, but it might've been the phrasing)

"Nice ass." "It's all yours."

the grey sweater

rings

Chris' body language being all loose and open, going with where Erin pulls him, draped all over her back, arm around her waist

hnng Erin pulling down the big sweater and showing of his chest-shoulder-collarbone

+++ (weight gain, belly kink and more feedist nonsense from here on out) +++

that shirt is pretty big on him though, isn't it?

and his jeans are way too loose as well, "Nice ass"?, yeah, it'll be real nice with about fifty more pounds on him, when those jeans look painted on

he could maybe hide his double chin under the beard, but his love handles would be peeking out under the hem of that grey sweater, his belly creasing his waist band where it hangs over it, his lower belly hanging out as soon as he moves his arms and he constantly has to pull his shirt down, otherwise it works its way up until the entire spare tire around his hips is on display

idk if everyone is just short, but Seb looks so tall in this movie, imagine he's so tall that he starts out at 230lbs looking jacked, all brawn, functional strength, low insertion muscles, all stretched out, y'know?

and then he packs on weight, still working, still moving, but putting half the time he used to spend exercises, into eating, he eats what you put in front of him and then some

it's not like it's a burden, eating until he's full and then pushing himself a bit further, but your encouragement and the obvious lust on your face whenever you watch him eat, is an added bonus

when Erin suggests he steal the money with her, he refuses, he's got you and you'd never ask him to risk his life on the off-chance that you might be able to pull this off, so he gets out, back to being an FBI agent, back to you, and finally back to eating what he wants

ohhh he'd thought when you first explained to him how you liked bigger guys that he'd be doing this just for you, settling down, putting on a few pounds, it was probably inevitable anyway, but once you started, once he actually gained weight, he liked it, he really liked it

Chris caught himself sneaking his hand under his sweater to play with the tiny bit of fat that was starting to hang over his waistband

he'd always been confident, but feeling heavier made him feel more powerful, instead of rushing everywhere he took his time, long, unbroken strides, nothing could shake him

he was an excellent fighter, not easily swayed, but they take him out of the field when he gains more weight, he gets out, gets a job as private security instead and keeps gaining

300lbs and he's finally getting a real belly, but you could still see some muscles moving under his ribs when you trailed your fingers over them, he's tall, so all the weight has lots of places to settle

350lbs and his legs are straining aganist his jeans, the fabric between his legs thinning from the constant friction, looking at him you'd guess he was 250lbs, maybe 280lbs

but you didn't care too much about him looking smaller than he was, because when he got on top of you and let you feel all the weight you'd put on him, how heavy he was and you were just struggling to catch your breath with 350lbs of absolute beef cake on top of you, you couldn't really form a single coherent thought

it didn't take long for him to reach 400lbs, and you were all over it, you kept him pinned to the couch by the weight of his stuffed belly every night, riding one of his thick thighs until he'd finally digested just enough, that he could think about anything besides the dull ache in his stomach, you could see his eyes lose some of that hazy fog, his body going from boneless exhaustion to pressing his thigh up into you, matching your rhythm

as much as you loved Chris weighing you down, you had learned the positive sides of being on top of him over the last 50lbs he's gained, he was an impressive man, quietly commanding every room he was in, but you could make him fall apart, come undone beneath you and make him give up all this control

he didn't just do it for you, when you saw his eyes flutter shut and his jaw work to deal with all those overwhelming sensations, you could see him get lost in it, going elsewhere and yet giving himself up even more completely to you

he'd beg for you to touch him, to fuck him, to "please make me come, baby", even though he could easily take all that he wanted from you, he only ever asked for it and how happily you gave it all to him

lotsa text, but he's just too hot in this movie, like you can just imagine undressing him and finding a nice little belly under all those baggy clothes

#rambles #it's almost 5 am #some of this might not make sense but #I love reading this ramble-y type stuff from other people #maybe there's one or two of y'all that do too #might talk about the devil all the time?#write something about Sheriff Bodecker

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Hello! I love your Wake Up and See Me story! (not so secret slut for angst and character death) I'd like to request very angsty HCs for Obey me! charas x fem!reader who is still grieving for her family singing her mother's lullaby while spacing out somewhere public. The lullaby in question being Lullaby of Woe by Ashley Serena, The Hanging Tree from Hunger Games series or Come Little Children by Erutan. Wanna see their reactions so bad!!!

I- I really need to update that series. Thank you so much for the support of it anon!

And thank you for the request darling! I’m sorry it took so long, but the lullaby’s were beautiful! So yes, I decided to listen to them all and match them with who I think it’d get the best reaction from! I made a little scene as well before the reactions, so it may or may not be a bit of a long read.

Lullaby Reaction! Obey Me BROTHERS x Fem!MC (ANGST)

Couldn't add the Keep Reading link because Tumblr is a beeotch. Sorry not sorry to everyone because this is LONG!

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TRIGGER WARNING: death, loss of parents, toxicity, mentions of cannibalism, more death, child abuse, traumatic stress, mentions of suicide, nightmare factors, unintentional murder, loss of siblings, and as the anon requested, A SHIT TON OF ANGST!

Side note: I really really liked Lullaby of Woe...may consider making a series based on the lyrics. Who knows?

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This one is kind of long because I did get carried away, but I do hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Lucifer, Mammon and Beezlebub: Come Little Children

As the cool Autumn breeze hit her face, MC took a sip from the hot cup between her clothed hands. Today would mark the 15th year since the orphanage- her orphanage, had burned down. All 23 children and her parents except she had burned to an ash- less than that truly. She, with her ill body and frail stature, she, with her poor value and level of importance, she, the one who had been trapped in the building longest of all.

Every time she had walked into the toy store around the corner, MC felt pulled towards the puzzle sets. Specifically, the 24 piece sets. MC was the 24th child. But she was also the first. Every day, she’d buy a set, just to lay it on their graves, sorry that she had been left behind.

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…oh momma, I’m so sorry I let you all down...I’m sorry I played with the fire, I’m sorry.” A tear had poured down, slid to her dry lips as she desperately held them back.

“I’m sorry momma...papa...I’m sorry I didn’t listen...I’m sorry I killed you all…”

And, as she walked away from the tombstones, a heart that was not hers broke.

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LUCIFER:

1.Never before had Lucifer been so...disturbed.

2.The song was stunning, and that was true….but somehow he could relate

3.He would definitely stay on the down low for a while, his pride showing when he has to come up with lies as to why he wasn’t talking to you

4.Okay, flashbacks for weeks. He was genuinely affected by the song.

5.In the end, he needs more comfort than you once he finally kicks pride out the window and sheds tears in front of you.

6.“I’m sorry, MC…”

MAMMON:

1.Okay...he wasn’t the best at spying on you-but he was worried! Your behavior was odd since last Sunday...actually, every Sunday.

2.He ran out to you, crying hard as he tackled you, saying how sorry he was for digging into your personal life.

3.The demon was holding fistfulls of little puzzle pieces, candy, and notes, claiming they were from the souls of the children, who wished you the best in life and to move on.

4.He, the avatar of greed, had done something of huge charitable value for these children as he held you close

5.Yes, he got flashbacks….but decided not to dwell on them, more so trying to comfort you.

6.“Stupid human...you can come to me always, ya know that?”

BEEZLEBUB:

1.Beezlebub doesn’t always show his feelings, sure. But he does, forever and always, come for those he cares about.

2.It’s like a magnetic pull as you cry. He’s there, wiping the large tear threatening to spill with his thumb, licking it off before wiping his hand off.

3.A kind smile with eyes pain ridden as his big hands engulf your own, for he too, had a tragic past and lost someone he considered blood.

4.“It’s okay, MC. They’re right here, and always will be. Please don’t cry.” He says as he points to your heart, right by your breast, but with no sexual intent. Only comfort.

5.“Come on, big girl, don’t cry, I’m here.” He says, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair with the gentlest of touches.

6. No one can harm you in your vulnerable state as the Avatar of Gluttony protects you.

Satan and Asmodeus: The Hanging Tree

It was in class- herbology. The lesson was on wisteria trees when MC bordly began to hum a tune.

“Are you, are you, coming to the tree? They strung up a man, they say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight, in the hanging tree.”

“Miss L/n quiet down! I’m trying to teach!” The professor had called out, but MC was lost as tears began to bubble up. She continued her little song quietly as her desk mates huffed in annoyance. She’d done this every day of the week, only to end up crying. Nobody knew what was wrong with her, nor did they get a word out of her. Not until Amso took MC and Satan out for a spa treatment.

Filing her nails, Asmo blew off the dust, his brows furrowed.

“Say, MC?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it you sing that depressing song every time someone brings up wisteria trees?”

Now Satan looked up, lifting a cucumber off his eye, his curiosity sparked. MC looked away, pulling her hand away from Asmo’s as she pulled her knees to her chest, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Asmo quickly waved his hands in front of him.

“Oh, sorry, sorry MC! I didn’t know it was a touchy subject-”

Satan interrupted. “Care to share?”

“Satan!”

“No, no, Asmo- it’s okay. It’s...it’s just not something I really talk about.” MC said, finishing off with a whisper.

The two leaned in, eyes big and expectant when MC looked to them.

“You know, my father passed away when I was really young. It was a selfish reason, really- to put it into his own words, it was, “To escape the responsibility of life.” , but that wasn’t the case.” MC raised her pant leg, revealing all the burn marks and scars covering the skin.

“It was really to escape the guilt of hurting me.”

The brothers went quiet for a moment before Satan put a hand up.

“So what does that have to do with that song you were singing?”

MC smiled bitterly. “Because he was the man in The Hanging Tree my mother always sang to me.”

“So what happened to your mother?”

“She too, joined him in death…and left me alone.”

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SATAN:

1.He was at a loss for words, to say the least.

2.Never, in the demon’s countless millennia had he come across such a pitiful soul

3.Taking a bite of the cucumber before tossing it aside, he took the other off, tracing his fingers across the burns that resembled his rage: Ugly, loved, and traumatizing

4.As the room was quiet, he just felt intrigued to know more, had to know more.

5.“You’re very strong, MC.”

6.The Hanging Tree did not leave his mind for quite some time as he tried to figure out the mystery MC had unknowingly left implanted in his brain.

ASMODEUS:

1.He has never ruined his makeup by crying in front of somewhere. Never ever.

2.But he sure as hell came close to it.

3.Asmo had nothing to say but grab MC’s hands and kiss them softly over and over again before continuing the manicure he had initially started.

4.A mental note to take MC’s mind off other things so as not to give her wrinkles from stress or depression.

Leviathan and Belphegor: Lullaby of Woe

She never had a peaceful night's rest. The dreams always came back to haunt her.Each night, she’d live through it, again, and again, and again. Oh, how the false man in white would come to her, a mischievous grin on his handsome face before cutting into her mind, showing her the deaths at her fault. Her mother, kind and beautiful, always coming in to protect her, reassure her that it wasn’t real, that she was seeing things.

“Momma, please! I’m scared! I don’t wanna see him again momma!” A little girl wailed, holding onto her mother’s waist, legs wrapped around in a firm hold, hands bundled in her clothes.

“My darling, please just sleep~ I’ll always be here love. Always.”

And always she was, for her remains laid in that rotting home to this day, not yet known. Still, no one would believe the late Mrs. L/n’s daughter.

MC shuffled more in her sleep before finally waking up, eyes puffy from the unconscious crying. Slowly she got up, getting ready for the school day as she washed her face, prepared, and left the room.

“Good morning.” Each of the brothers would greet her, to which she’d return a small nod. There was nothing to talk about. Not when these nightmares haunted her so.

A little girl sat by her mother’s corpse, a man beside her.

Drink, child. Feast in the blood of a sinner.

“...But….but mother wasn’t a sinner…”

“Ignorant child. You are but a bastard, for she was never married. Drink and cleanse yourself of the blood of a sinner. Repent and be saved.”

Truly, the false man in white was but a liar, wanting nothing more than a child’s innocence and fortune as he toyed with her.

Lost in her own fantasies, she began to sing, the tall Jubokko tree towering beneath her with the damned’s skulls by her feat.

“For the witcher, heartless, cold...Paid in coin of gold, He comes he’ll go leave naught behind, but heartache and woe…”

“Deep, deep woe, for the witcher, heartless, cold, Paid in coin of gold, he comes…”

MC’s voice broke into it, pathetic cracks of the voice clear but quiet as she stopped.

A small applause was heard behind her; Belphie and Levi had seen and listened patiently, attentive and concerned.

The Avatar of Sloth put his arms down, kicking a skull as he sat down.

“That was a beautiful song, MC. What has made you so upset?”

Levi too, had sat down, his eyes no longer focused on the forgotten D.D.D.

MC just smiled sheepishly, sitting down with the boys as she tucked back a loose strand away.

“It was nothing important. A story for another time.”

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BELPHEGOR:

1.Girl, honey, darling. You're lying. It’s okay! You can trust him!

2.If MC doesn’t end up telling him, then he can just slip into the dreams (I think?)

3.Honestly worried for you. He’s the Avatar of Sleep- he KNOWS you’ve been disturbed lately, and more so than others.

4.Can you imagine the pure look of hatred once he finds out about this man?

5.And ew, you drank your mother’s blood?

6.But that’s cannibalism, which is a major sin so…

7.I guess you really can stay with him forever!

8.Honestly, he’s like a flame; burns as long as there’s fuel, then will move on to another topic.

LEVIATHAN:

1.So yeah. He didn’t really say anything.

2.But he was listening.

3.Didn’t make an anime reference once because nothing he’s ever knew of had been that horrifying.

4. Didn’t wanna make you feel shy about it, but kind of hints about it later on.

5.No, he doesn’t care about the man, because as you sat down on the skull ridden dirt, you just seemed so...peaceful

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