#if i tweak it anymore i’ll hate it so

[marleysfinest]

🦋blue eyed boy🦋

#this is FAR from perfect lmao #but!!! #for getting back into drawing again this was fun! #and i’m happy with it! #which is something! #if i tweak it anymore i’ll hate it so #pls be nice lmao #satoru gojo #gojo #art #jjk

[kavehater]

I need Santa Eid to give me a lobotomy for Eid al-Fitr

#if I see that one word one more time I’m gonna give myself a lobotomy #“patience is a virtue” well my patience is running thin and my brain is deteriorating what now #every day it’s every day man 🧍‍♀️ #dora Daily #reason one is because of that one topic and the secondary reason is cause can people just tell me they hate me and don’t want to be friends #anymore to my face I’m so tired very very tired. just say it bro idec atp I’ve lost more people than you could imagine I don’t careeeee #all I want is the truth otherwise I’ll start tweaking even more 😭 #hshshshsjsiwsnsn

[pedgito]

i’m the anon who sent in the ridiculously long Eddie orgasm denial smut last night…. but i felt like i had to elaborate anyway…

you cum long before he says you can. you cant help yourself. you were doing so well - he had fucked you mercilessly after making you beg him to not let you cum. his cock moving in and out of your pussy, going torturously deep, the curls above his cock brushing your clit with every thrust of his hips. it was torture, but you lasted. Eddie came inside of you with a growl in your ear, whispering “good girl” while you whimpered underneath him.

Eddie pulls out of you slowly, a gasp leaving your lips as he does. you close your legs and rub your thighs together desperately, the slight friction making you moan pathetically. Eddie chuckles, a mean sound that makes your pussy clench anyway. he pulls your legs open, lowering his body so he’s eye level with your pussy, and you start begging. Eddie has teased you before, but never like this. you’ve never been so desperate, so needy for him.

“oh, princess. look at you… so wet for me. jesus christ, baby.” he hasn’t touched you, just keeps holding your legs open, staring at your pussy and saying the dirtiest things to you. your hips are bucking up against nothing, pussy clenching around air. Eddie is loving every second. “so needy for me. bet you could cum just from this, slut. that’s how fucking desperate you are. so cock drunk you could cum just from me talkin to you, huh? maybe i won’t even touch you anymore tonight. don’t know if you deserve it.”

you’re writhing underneath him, desperate for him to do anything to you. as pathetic as it is, he might be right, maybe you could cum just from the way he’s talking to you. he has you that desperate, that humiliated, that on edge. your walls are clenching nonstop at his words, your arousal dripping onto his sheets, a wet spot that he would tease you about later forming underneath you, hips bucking wildly against nothing. when he says you don’t deserve to be touched, you snap, a wild sob leaving your lips. “oh god, Eddie, please. i’ve been such a good girl for you. told you i didn’t wanna cum, and i don’t even need to. promise. but please, oh god, please just touch me. cant take this anymore. ‘s too much.”

Eddie settles further down between your legs, moving one of his hands to trail up your stomach and massage your breast, tweaking your nipple as he does so. a load moan leaves your lips at the sudden contact, and Eddie’s eyes meet yours.

“what’s too much, princess? ‘m barely even touching you. remember what you said before, pretty girl? wanna stay just like this for me, huh? keep this pretty pussy just how i like it. so needy for me. ‘m already hard again, baby, and i would hate for you to cum before i get to use this pussy again.” he blows on your clit for emphasis after his finishes, and your hips buck upwards violently. “jesus, pretty girl. ‘m not even touchin’ you, and you think it’s too much. just imagine if i put my fingers in you? or if i used my tongue? i wanna do those things to you, princess, but i have to protect you. if you cum, you’ll stop feelin this good, right, baby?”

“no, no, Eddie, please. i promise i’ll be good. just touch me. i won’t cum, i won’t i swear. i just… i cant take this anymore.”

Eddie looks like he’s thinking for a moment, and suddenly his index finger is dragging up your slit. you cry out with relief at the feeling. he moves his finger up to your clit, and starts drawing small circles on your overly sensitive nub. “look at me.”

you’re in such a state of bliss that you don’t obey. Eddie presses his fingers down hard on your clit, almost making you cum on the spot, and your eyes jump to meet his. “think you can handle this, sweet girl? ‘m gonna touch you, okay?” he inserts two fingers into your hole, continuing his assault on your clit with his thumb. you throw your head back, hips bucking up rhythmically to meet his hand. he lets you fuck yourself on his fingers for a moment before he holds your hips down with his free hand, pressing on your lower stomach and adding to your quickly growing pleasure.

Eddie moves up your body so you’re face to face, pinning your body to the bed with his own, his hand still fucking your dripping hole relentlessly. he puts his mouth next to your ear, and his words make your walls tighten around his fingers. “jesus christ, this pussy’s so fuckin wet for me, ‘m gonna need to taste you, sweet girl.” his next words come out as a low growl, “don’t you dare cum. fucking slut. want this cunt so fucking desperate for me when i fuck you again.”

Eddie crawls back down your body so he’s once again eye level with your dripping folds. the tears are streaming down your face nonstop, and you’re so fucked out, so needy, that you can barely form a sentence, but you feel yourself nodding your head. hear yourself promising Eddie that you won’t let yourself cum, hear yourself lying (“i can handle it, Eddie, promise.”) as he attaches his lips to your clit. he knows youre close, teetering right there on the edge, knows you cant handle this, knows he’s about to make you cum even though he’s just told you not to. he starts slow, lips wrapped around your clit, fingers pushing into your hole gently. your hips are rutting against his face, and he pulls away, looking directly at you with a devilish smirk on his face. “don’t. fucking. cum.” with that, he dives into your pussy. lapping at your folds, sucking up your juices, his nose bumping your clit, tongue in your hole. you’re screaming, telling him that he has to stop, you can’t take it anymore, you’re going to cum if he keeps going. and he does. Eddie holds your hips to his face, and continues to eat you out. you snap. your orgasm hitting you like a truck. you only feel good for a moment, though, because as soon as you’re cumming on Eddie’s tongue, he’s pulling away, ringed fingers coming down hard on your pussy, the hard slap ruining your orgasm as quickly as it had come. you scream out, somehow even more desperate than before.

Eddie looks down at you and tsks, wiping some of your tears away. “thought i told you not to cum, sweet girl. now ‘m gonna have to punish you.”

not this coming in to my inbox right before i’m about to go to sleep HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

[ezgee-badally]

“Break Me Please”

A softer story to cleanse my palate a bit. This started as a short post but I am a writer so it turned into this lol.

18+ Trigger Warning: Light Homophobic language

Original Post: I Need some overzealous politically active uppity dyke in my town to discover my small but growing kink blog and try to blackmail me….

She and I have been fighting over the right way to respond to hate speech at pride events. I wanted to get the input of the community first, organize counter protesters and arrange for security and safe rides home. You wanted to act right away. Go get some people together and slash their tires and graffiti their homes. You’re mad at me after a debate between the two of us got particularly vicious. You search and dig for anything you can use to get me to back down, and you hit the Jackpot.

While rubbing yourself and going through your sapphic porn blogs before bed one night you go to block some dykebreaking blog that ended up in your feed. But the writing looks so familiar. You read a few more of my posts and start to DM me. After a few days you offer “Talking to you has been really fucking hot, if you tell me your name I’ll record myself screaming it out while I cum.”

I give you a fake name.

You start to lose it. “Cut the shit I know who you Fucking are I have your number in my phone.”

“Then text me.” I say.

You prove who you are and that you know who I am. I refuse to talk about it anymore through DM. You invite me to your place to discuss terms.

“Shut it down and quit volunteering. If I hear you’re trying to break any dykes ever again I’ll expose you for the pig you are.” She says as I scan the area. Nice house, if a little messy.

“No.” I say, and I stand up. “In fact I think I know why you didn’t just tell everyone in the first place whore.”

You instinctively back up a pace. “What are you talking about?”

You pull out your phone. You prepare a quick email and show your thumb hovering over the button. “Touch me and I’ll hit send.”

I walk towards you slowly, I grab your wrists and push you against the wall, your phone drops from your hand and clatters to the ground. I stare deeply into your eyes for a long moment before kissing you deeply and passionately. You kiss back surprising me. And we have a long, near-violent make out session. When I pull away to bite and kiss your neck I can hear the mixture of animal lust and self loathing in the soft involuntary moans between breaths. I can feel your body cede control to me and you stop resisting me pinning you to the wall. I release one of your hands from my grip and go to gently fondle your breasts, then move to start tracing my fingers around your areolae before pinching and tweaking your nipple with my finger. “Fuck you have nice tits dyke.” I say in a breathy whisper.

You push me away and slap me, it’s like you came out of a trance. “Fucking pig, get away from me. I like girls, you can’t turn me.”

I look you up and down with an animal lust in my eyes. “Then stop me. Say no, do something about it.” And I kiss you again, you can’t help but think about how my rough thick tongue would feel against your clit… you pull away and spit in my face resisting your own primal urges. “Pig, I’ll never let you fuck me.”

I wipe the spit from my face, and I shove my hand down your pants with one hand. You move to stop me but it’s too late, I’m already prodding and exploring your already wet little pussy with my finger. You gasp as I do and squirm a little in embarrassment. “You like being choked whore?” I whisper as I nibble your earlobe. You moan gently and nod affirmatively. I wrap my free hand around your throat. You grab my wrist but you don’t pull away you push my hand harder against your throat. “I don’t want to turn you. I want to break you, I want you to know for a fact your gay when I finally break you on my hot pulsing misogynist dykebreaking cock.” As I plunge a second finger inside you, pushing and wriggling and exploring. After savouring your each and every moan and movement, I use my finger to search for your swollen clit and gently prod it. Your leg twitches involuntarily as I do.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it. It’s been long enough it doesn’t even matter what you want, your body is telling you what you want.”

Your heart is thumping, your body hot with shame and desire. Your breathing is heavy as I continue running my finger around your clit, you start to feel something stirring inside you. My pace changes and I start to find a steady rhythm. The muscles in your back twitch and you let out a loud “Fuuuuuck yessss, keep going.”

I struggle to maintain my position as your body writhes in pleasure. “Dont. Stop.” You whisper as you prepare yourself. And I stop. I pull my fingers from you and remove my hand from your throat. You are practically vibrating with built up tension and you collapse, but the lack of release causes something to bubble up inside you….

“What the fuck?” You say, still breathing heavily. Frustrated. Unzip my pants and pull out my hot, stiff and throbbing. You look at it almost mesmerized. “Dykes only get to cum after I’m done with them.” As I let my cock fall on your face with a satisfying *slap*.

“I don’t suck cock.” You say looking at me defiantly.

I get on the floor with you, then I put my hand down your pants again and start fingering you furiously. “Does the good little dyke want to cum?” You gasp and try to contain yourself, but after mere moments you find yourself saying “Please let me cum.” Then I pull out of you and say “Then suck cock like a good little lesbian.”

You hesitate as I press the tip of my cock against your pretty lips. I grab your short hair as I push my cock slowly into your mouth you begin bobbing your head as I make demands. “Watch your fuckin teeth.”

“Deeper” “Faster” “Use your tongue.” In frustration I grab the back of your head and start fucking your face for a short period. I grunt and moan in pleasure as I do. You tolerate it briefly before pulling away, coughing and choking on spit and pre-cum.

“God you’re shit at sucking cock. I was gonna let you get away without taking away your gold star… but it looks like I’m gonna have to break you in after all.”

I roll you onto your back and pull off your pants. Kissing your body and neck, drawing my tongue down your torso and along your hip bones. I move back up and give you one more passionate sensual kiss as I position the head of my thick cock at the entrance to your pussy. As I start to push inside inch by inch, you start to gasp and moan and writhe in a mixture of pleasure and light pain as my cock stretches you. I accidentally go too deep and hit your cervix, you wince in pain. I start to slowly pump myself in and out, careful not to go too deep. As I do you feel this ache inside you. “Ah! Faster” you moan. I pick up the pace and start angling myself to find the perfect position. You start to buck your hips and eventually match the rhythm of my thrusts. Moaning like a beast in heat, I lick my finger and begin searching for your clit. I prod draw my finger around it for a moment and enjoy your now loud ravenous moaning before remembering the correct motion. As I find it, I hear a brief “Ah! Fuck”.

I whisper in your ear as you start to build up to an orgasm once more. “Are you gonna be a good dyke and cum on my cock?” A flash of defiance hits your face before I thrust into you again and you give in. “Yes, make me cum on your dykebreaking cock please!” Instead of stopping I continue, I wrap my free hand around your throat again while trying to maintain my position through your body’s spasms of ecstasy. “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

And I feel it start to hit you. My cock thrust into you as my finger rubs your clit and your body explodes with violent waves of pleasure. Your eyes roll back into your head and you relax and let wave after wave hit you. As I release my grip on your neck and the blood rushes back to your brain you briefly black out.

When you come to, you’re on the couch with a blanket over you. I’m making tea in your kitchen. I bring a cup over to you and I ask “So, still going to expose me?”

You look up at me as if seeing me for the first time all over again. “No. Thank you, I needed that. I think… I think I’m starting to understand now.”

We still argue and fight all the time of course, but now you just take all that pent up frustration and let me fuck it out of you. Nothing has changed really, except now the butchest dyke in town is nothing but a whore for my cock.

#lgetsd #orientation play #dykebreaking

[ilikestufftalktome]

tweek headcanons cause there’s my boy broke me

tweek and Craig have twelve guinea pigs cause thirteens an unlucky number and fourteens too much

tweek is friends with everyone

he may beat people up sometimes but who doesn’t?

hes friends with team craig which is a given

hes also super cool with kenny

which later led him to become close with Stan and Kyle

hates cartman tho

hes friends with the Asian girls too

they noticed how he looked and Craig and helped their friend out

the Japanese decide who’s gay after all

it clearly worked out since they got married

also he’s not addicted to coffee anymore

his parents went to jail and he inherited tweak bros and made it a bakery

I saw a headcanon once that he stress bakes so the bakery helped a lot

Especially when Craig leaves to go on his space mission to mars with stan

he was also super nervous when the mayor threw a kid at the two of them who they got cause she was gay

Despite having bad experience he’s a good dad

therapy helped

so did his ten batches of cookies

kyle was their daughters therapist and they eventually formed a personal bond but no other therapist actually helped as much as he did

so (Craig especially) got closer with kyle

tweek and Kyle were already friends tho

i have more that I’ll post eventually

maybe I’ll do one on the wedding

#south park #sp #craig tucker #tweek tweak #creek #tweek x craig #craig x tweek

[artaith-21]

Old art I kinda hate now. I have terrible color theory and I really struggled with how to finish this image. Some things I still like. Maybe I’ll revisit someday. The following text was written when it was originally uploaded in 2017 ( originally drawn in 2012 ):

“Hearts Entwined ( Bleed my Rust )”

‘Sweet is the curse of hearts entwined but lost, detached but bound

Sad is their fate without relief

Cruel is the curse of love, so luscious yet so dangerous

Sweet curse, our hell...'

~Revamp

'When we are dancing

I hear worlds, you're still fading

I feel safe, yet unsatisfied

Soaked in trance and disgrace

Take away the pain inflected on me

The hunger you're letting me feed

I bleed my rust on the roses

That once have chained us, me to you

Your dying love is a rose

I will bury somewhere close to you'

~Sonata Arctica

I can't look at this piece anymore. I originally drew it in 2012 over 5 years ago, and every year since I have been tweaking it and playing with it since because I thought it had potential but I could never quite get it right. So I think it's time to finally move on and just upload the point it has been completed to now.

This originally started out as an idea about insecurities, and I wanted to display characters that were outwardly tough and confident at their most vulnerable- 'unmasked' if you will. But it also addresses love and loss, personal conflict, and holding on to pasts and moving forward and letting go. Just about every person who has seen this already has come up with their own very unique, interesting interpretation of this piece and I thoroughly enjoy that and welcome it.

What does this piece mean to you? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Otherwise, ENJOY DANGLE DONGLES.

There, had to get my immature side out.

#artaith-21 #biker mice #biker mice from mars #vinnie x charley #vinniexharley #bmfm #charlinnie #he chooses charley #charvinnie #90s nostalgia #90s cartoons #fanart

[uwingdispatch]

Here With Me

Here With Me

Notes: Poe Dameron/Reader, gender neutral reader, post-sequels, hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader, domestic fluff, established relationship

CW: hospital/clinnic setting, minor injury (not graphic), chronic illness, chronic pain, implied sexual intimacy

Ao3 Link

★★★★★★★★

Your health being what it is, you’ve spent a lot of time in urgent cares over the years. But, since meeting Poe, sometimes you feel like that time in urgent care clinics has tripled. You’d think that as a flight instructor and he’d know to be more careful with his hands, but tonight while making dinner he’d sliced the tip of his finger clean off.

Your droid, Arsix, trained specifically for medical and emotional support had wanted to come with you to the clinic, but Poe’s droid, BB-8, wasn’t willing to stay at home while his person was having an emergency. So Arsix had offered to clean up the kitchen while BB-8 drove you and Poe to the nearest emergency clinic. Which is where you are now with a towel wrapped around your husband’s hand and his fingertip in a bag of ice in BB-8’s care.

“You doing okay, Poe?” you ask.

“I was actually worried about you,” he says. “I know how much you hate being around medical stuff. You sure you don’t want BB-8 to drive you home?”

“I’m sure,” you say. “I’m here with you until that finger is whole again. I don’t know how you can fly an X-Wing but you can’t operate a kitchen knife.”

Poe wraps his arm around you, his good hand giving your shoulder a squeeze. “You know they don’t let me near X-Wings anymore. Those are for military personnel only.”

You roll your eyes. Poe Dameron has access to any ship he wants to fly—all he has to do is ask the right person. But he does mostly work with small transports or shuttles when he’s teaching or traveling these days.

“Also, to be fair,” he says, “it wasn’t a kitchen knife. There’s this thing I saw on the holonet where you use a vibro-blade to—”

“A vibro-blade?” you ask, trying not to yell. You have to take a deep breath to hold back your anger. “Nope. Stop. I do not want to know the rest of that story right now.” Another deep breath. “How’s the pain?” you ask.

“Tolerable,” he says, kissing your temple. “I’ve seen a lot worse, sweetheaert. Really, you can go home.”

“I don’t trust you not to leave,” you whisper in his ear.

He laughs, knowing exactly why. He’d nearly lost one of his toes not too long ago because the wait at the clinic was “too long” and an old buddy of his had recently built his own med droid.  It didn’t go well. Babu’s droid would have been perfectly fine if Poe were Anzellan—but he’s not.

“I’m never going to live that down am I?”

“No. And when we’re done here if you don’t take me somewhere to get a burger I’m never going to forgive you.”

“Ugh, we didn’t get dinner, did we? Are you sure you can wait?”

BB-8 chirps his concern. Poe just gets a little hangry when he hasn’t eaten. But, for you, not eating when you’re hungry can mean dizziness or even migraines.

“I’ll be okay,” you say.

Thankfully a med droid rolls into the waiting room and calls out Poe’s name.

“Burgers,” you say before kissing his cheek, smoothing his wild curls away from his face. “Go get that finger reattached so we can eat.”

*

You’d been dating Poe for a few months the first time he wanted to take you to a med center.

He was nervous. The two of you had been out, strolling around downtown waiting for your table at a local restaurant to be ready—and then you’d tweaked something in your knee and needed to stop and rest. He’d found a park bench and helped you get to it, but you could tell he wanted desperately to fix the situation.

You’d experienced this feeling before—there were men who didn’t know what to do in an emergency other than fix it. If Poe couldn’t handle not having the power to make it all better—well, guys like that usually just ran.

“Sweetheart,” he said. “The pain you’re describing…it’s not normal.”

“It is for me,” you explained. “This happens a lot.”

He ran a hand through his dark curls and let out a long breath. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just don’t understand why you don’t want me to help you.”

Arsix was at home tonight. If she were here she might offer you one of your tablets, maybe a few other home remedies, but even she understood that some things just took a little bit of time. And a little bit of rest.

“That’s not it,” you said. “If you could help, I would let you. But I need you to trust me when I tell you there’s nothing at the med center that will help me with my knee tonight.”

He took your hand. “I trust you,” he said. “What can I do?”

“Unfortunately,” you said, “I think I need you to take me home.”

He looked a bit stricken before he tried to hide his disappointment, anxiously running a hand through his hair again. “Okay,” he said. “Let me go get the speeder.”

You felt his worry, and a there was a tightness in your chest as you wondered whether this might be it for you and Poe. If maybe he’d hit some kind of mental roadblock, realizing you had real disabilities with real impairments that weren’t cute. Things would go wrong that he couldn’t heroically swoop in to solve.

But when he returned with the speeder, he had a sweet smile on his face, and he took your hand again as you slid into the passenger seat. The ride home was a little quiet, but Poe put music on, caressed your hand with his thumb.

When he finally pulled up to your place he said, “I understand why you don’t want to be with me tonight. I guess…sometimes you just need some space when you’re hurting, huh?”

“Poe,” you said. “When I said I wanted you to take me home, I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave”

“Oh?”

“I was hoping you’d come inside. That maybe you’d want to be with me even though I’m kind of a mess right now.”

“Kriff,” he said. “I’m an idiot. Of course I’ll stay.”

The door to your apartment slid open and Arsix was standing inside, twittering her concern.

“Knee issues,” Poe told the droid. “Is there anything you can do?”

Arsix beeped instructions to get you inside and on the sofa where you could elevate the injury on an ottoman while she got a heat wrap ready.

Gently, Poe eased you onto your sofa, asked if he could hold you. So you rested your head on his chest, letting out a deep breath as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Sorry I kind of ruined our date,” you said. “I know it’s not always easy with me.”

“Look at me,” Poe said, tilting your chin toward him. “Please don’t apologize for this. This wasn’t your choice, and I know that.”

You nodded, trying to hold back tears.

Poe leaned in to kiss you, a sweet, comforting kiss, his plush lips warm and soft. You took his face in your hands and invited the kiss to last a little longer. But you were so overwhelmed with relief that your tears begin to fall.

“Hey, now,” Poe said, brushing away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I really thought you were going to leave,” you said.

“I know that we haven’t known each other very long,” Poe said. “But the thing is…I’m in love with you. I love you. And that means I’m going to learn how to help you when you’re not well. And how not to help you. I’m going to learn what you need, and to be what you need, okay?”

“Wow,” you said. “That’s, um…that’s a lot.”

“It’s okay if you’re not ready…if you don’t—”

“I’m just a bit overwhelmed. Nobody has ever tried to become an expert in caring for me before.”

He laughed. “The sentiment stands. I can wait.”

“Okay.”

He was about to kiss you again when Arsix came into the room. She had a heat wrap and bacta spray with her, which she applied to your sore knee. As she rolled away she beeped and whistled a phrase that translated to you can kiss the General now.

You laughed and threaded your fingers through Poe’s hair as he bent to capture your mouth with his, his tongue a sweet thrill as it slipped passed your lips, his hand gently running over your shoulder to cradle your neck.

“Thank you for staying,” you said as he pulled away, giving you a moment to search for even the tiniest bit of deception in his warm brown eyes. There was none.

He kissed your forehead and said, “Always.”

Somehow, you believed him.

*

“How’s the finger?” you ask.

You and Arsix have just finished cleaning up the take-out mess in the dining area despite Poe’s protests. You don’t want him to tear any of his stitches, even though the high dose bacta should have him in pretty good shape within a few days.

“I’m fine,” Poe says. “Really. You must be exhausted.”

He comes up behind you as you’re drying off your hands, wraps his arms around your waist, and kisses your neck, his lips soft despite the rough scruff of his face. It’s been a couple of days since he last shaved and you have to admit—you don’t hate it.

You turn in his arms, threading your fingers through his hair, his soft curls wild after tonight’s misadventures. Smoothing his hair away from his face, you look into his eyes before pressing a kiss to his lips. “I need you to be more careful,” you say. “I think I like you best with all ten fingers.”

Poe lets his hands wander to the waistband of your pants and says “I think I know why,” with a cheeky grin.

“Seriously, though,” you say. “As much as I enjoy what you can do with your hands, I also just need you to be safe.”

You aren’t the only one concerned about Poe’s blatant disregard for his own safety. BB-8 had mentioned it more than once over the years. Finn let you know when things started to get serious between you and Poe that it was something you might want to keep an eye on. Because when Poe gets upset or ambitious or excited, safety goes out the window.

“You’re talking like I regularly put myself in danger.”

“Don’t you?” you ask. “Tonight it was a slip of a knife—a vibro-blade for stars’ sake. Tomorrow it could be lightspeed skipping or an insane bar bet you can’t turn down.”

Poe sighs deeply, pulls you close. He smells of his citrus-y soap, of the light, musky cologne he wears. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and he whispers, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You need to think,” you say. “I’m counting on you to think. If anything ever happened to you…they can reattach a finger, an arm even. But one of these days it could be a lot worse than that and I need you to be here with me. To come home to me.”

Poe’s heart rate has started to increase, and you hope you haven’t induced a panic in him.

“Sometimes,” Poe says, “You remind me of Leia. I wish you could have met her.”

“I hope you’re not deflecting,” you say.

“I’m not,” he says. “Let me see your eyes.”

You pull away from his embrace and meet his tired gaze.

“Leia would have loved you for a lot of reasons. You’re strong, and you’re thoughtful, and you speak your mind. But she especially would have loved how you put me in my place,” Poe says. “Just like she used to do. And just like she usually was, you’re right.”

You can’t help but smile a little, taking Poe’s face in your hand, his brown and silver hair flopping forward into his eyes. “I love you,” you say. “Even when I want to stay mad at you, you make it so hard.”

He kisses you then, slowly, his hand on the small of your back, his lips fitting to yours perfectly. You touch your forehead to his and sigh.

“BB-8,” you say, knowing the droid is nearby. “Can you sweep the house for vibro-blades and put them all in the weapons locker in the garage?”

BB-8 chirps in agreement and gets to work.

*

You hadn’t expected for Poe to spend the night that night—you’d hardly expected him to stay after your date went sideways. But he did. And he didn’t seem to mind that, because of your extreme knee pain, it wasn’t a very romantic evening. Arsix was in and out of the bedroom all night, checking on you, bringing you medicine and changing out the heat wraps on your sore knee. Your overprotective tooka-cat was on edge, pacing the room as best as his three legs allowed in between naps at the end of the bed. And while it was hard for you to sleep when you were in this amount of pain, you found being with Poe through a difficult night like this somehow comforting.

It was in the early hours before dawn when you woke to find Poe asking Arsix if there was anything he could do.

“I feel so helpless,” he said.

Arsix warbled and whistled and you made out the phrase safe feelings with you.

“Yeah?”

You bring calm and warmth. Past boyfriends inconsiderate.

You smiled to yourself and rolled over in bed. You hadn’t met many others who talked to droids like Poe did, treating them like the people they were. Especially not in the middle of a sleepless night.

“You’re still here, Poe,” you said.

The moonlight was coming in through the windows, past the curtains that you could have sworn you’d closed before bed, but which your tooka-cat had likely disturbed. Poe put his arms around you and you laid your head on his bare shoulder, his skin warm as you reciprocated the embrace. You ran your hands through his dark curls, resting your palm at the back of his neck.

“Of course I am,” he said. “Did we wake you?”

“No. I’m just…awake again.”

“I’m sorry,” Poe said, his hands at your back, lightly massaging the spot that always ached when you’d been still for too long. Maybe he was more attuned to your needs than you’d realized.

“Not your fault,” you told him, yawning. “Thank you for being here. Nights like this can be hard. Not just because of the pain, but…it’s lonely sometimes.”

“I wish there was more I could do,” he said.

“I know,” you told him. “But what you’re doing right now is enough.”

Arsix twittered that she had tablets and bacta spray for you and you thanked her, sitting up so you could swallow the medicine. The little droid helped you apply the bacta to your knee before she rolled out of the room, telling you to ping her if you needed something.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Poe said as you settled back into the bed. He pulled you into his arms again, letting you get as comfortable as you could.

“This is nice,” you said.

Poe cupped your face, his thumb caressing you cheek, and as you pulled back to see his eyes in the near darkness, there was something there that you hadn’t seen before. A truth so deep and real that it could only be seen in this dim light. And he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips that told you this was the only place he wanted to be.

*

When Poe comes home from work today he’s wearing a blue flight suit with the arms tied around his waist, carrying a heavy duffel bag. You haven’t seen him like this in a long time, and you can’t help but admire how the white tank he’s wearing perfectly compliments his toned physique and the pretty tattoos on his arms and chest.

“What’s in the bag, General?” you ask.

You’d just come out of your office to make yourself a cup of tea—Poe wasn’t expected home for at least another hour.

“One of the kids spilled oil while I was teaching a refresher course on basic vehicle maintenance. Which would have been fine—it happens all the time, you know? But it got everywhere and when I went to shower and change…apparently the upperclassmen put my change of clothes in the freezer last week. In a tub of water.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“This was all I had in the office,” he says, gesturing at his attire. “So.”

“And that’s the block of ice?” you ask, pointing at the bag.

He nods.

“I guess we can just put it in the back yard to thaw,” you said. “Have you considered not telling your students all the stupid shit you did when you were a kid?”

Poe laughs, reaching for you. Taking his hand, you let him pull you into an embrace.

“Don’t lie, though,” Poe says. “You think this look is kinda hot, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you say.

You smooth his hair away from his face, his curls a bit more wild than usual, and he tilts your chin toward him to kiss you, letting his tongue tease you just a little as his lips meet yours.

When your front door slides open to reveal BB-8 towing a small shopping bag, Poe pulls away.

“There you are, buddy,” Poe says.

BB-8 chirps a response that translates roughly to flowers acquired.

“For me?” you ask.

Poe gets the bag from BB-8 and pulls out a bouquet full of your favorites. “I’m sorry about last night,” he says. “It was an unnecessary stressor for you, and I shouldn’t have been doing something so reckless. I talked to my therapist on my lunch beak today—she also wasn’t impressed.”

You take the flowers and admire the arrangement, take in their sweet scent before grabbing a vase from the cupboard and filling it with water. “What did she say?” you ask.

“Something about thrill-seeking behavior after spending so many of my formative years in life and death situations.”

“Sounds familiar.” You’re told him the same thing on multiple occasions.

“I know,” he says. “I need some new hobbies.”

“That I can help you with,” you say. “There are ways to feel alive that don’t put you in danger.”

Poe steps close to you again, runs his fingertips down you cheek before softly touching your lower lip with his thumb. And you place your hands at his waist, playing at the hem of his undershirt, which he swiftly removes.

“I can think of one way to feel alive that might be nice right now,” he says.

Poe presses his body flush to yours as you lean back into the kitchen counter, drawing you into a hungry, urgent kiss, cradling your face in his hands. You let your hands wander from his muscular back down to his perfect ass, pulling him even closer.

“Bedroom?” you ask, almost breathless.

“Yeah,” he says. “Bedroom.”

When you’re watching him peel himself out of the ill-fitting flight suit, you laugh—and he retaliates by playfully pushing you into the bed where he climbs on top of you, undressing you, kissing your lips, your nose, your neck, your shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” he says, “let me show you how alive you make me feel.”

As he trails kisses down your chest and abdomen, your mind empties itself of every pain, every stress, every worry. “I love you,” you tell him.

And from under the covers, placing one more kiss to your belly, he replies, “I know.”

★★★★★★★★ Thank you so much for reading! I wanted to write some nice, soft Poe for y'all. I hope this fic makes you feel seen and loved.

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[bomberqueen17]

sewing progress!!!

So on Tuesday I had a doctor’s appointment in the late morning and I just. didn’t come back to work afterward. because i really didn’t need to, i’m pretty caught up.

It was raining on Tuesday, as it has rained all week. and it was so dark i had to turn my headlights on not just to be visible to other cars, but also to see. So there was no reason not to just hole myself up in the basement and sew. So I did that.

I finished three projects. I also fucking broke a needle on my serger, which doesn’t work anyway. I know like a year ago I got it mostly working enough to finish a dress, but having rethreaded it six times and swapped out the needles didn’t really fix the issue, which is that my needle threads are very loose so when I sew a seam, I can just open it up to the loop threads. I have tweaked every setting, to no avail. I just use the serger to finish seams now; I sew them on the sewing machine, and then run them through the serger to bind them off, because the serger is fucking useless for construction like this.

But now the nail is in the coffin: I went to change the broken needle, using a magnetic screwdriver with a magnetic dish underneath, and somehow the fucking screw bounced off the magnetic dish without adhering, and vanished into the shadow realm. I have scoured the desk and the interior of the serger and there is no trace of it; it’s gone forever, one thousand percent. I happen to have an absolute superpower of Not Being Able To Find Shit, which means I’ve learned that the only way I’ll find most things is if i just fucking purchase replacements. So do not give me hints on how to find this missing screw because I am stupid and they will not work for me and I just know this, I have worked hard to accept it, i will not find this screw. I must purchase a replacement.

I have no idea how.

So, I don’t have a serger anymore, is what this boils down to, until I can find the ability to look up where you get replacement needle-holding screws. I feel like they should just come with spares but I know they don’t. I cannot reiterate enough that I will not find this screw, it is not ever going to reappear, unless and until I replace it and no longer need it, whereupon it will be revealed to have been sitting right there the entire time. That is how this works. Understand that I have been me for a long time and I just know this is how it works.

I would like advice, if anyone has it, on how to get replacement screws. I would not like advice on how to look for a missing one.

Anyway. With that out of the way. Here are some photos of what I did get done!

actually this is the one that is not totally done and i have made no meaningful progress on, but i know i hadn’t tried it on in a bit. it needs the very last bit of the hem finished, because i’m an idiot and hemmed it by hand. hemming sleeves by hand is fine and good. hemming a whole skirt? not smart. i may not finish this one ever. but i’ll try.

This is a Honeybourne dress in a discontinued shade of linen from fabrics-store.com, in the IL019 medium weight. The pattern is a straight size 20 but I added two inches of ease in the back because I cannot operate back zippers so this is a pull-on dress instead.

This is a Kineton dress in a linen-rayon blend from metrotextiles. (They very frequently have big discount codes; this was purchased at I think 60% off. their current coupon is 55% off. so like. do recommend.)

This Kineton is hacked to have the sleeves from the Honeybourne pattern because I hate puff sleeves. It’s also a size 20 graded to a 22 below the bust but I clearly did not need to do that.

And this is another Kineton in a double cotton gauze from Mood, which I got ages ago with quite a different project in mind. I intended this one for a beach coverup, and so I hacked it to use the flutter sleeves from the Upton expansion dress pack and also I lengthened the skirt without paying the slightest attention to the shape of the lower hem. Like I knew what I ought to do to make the hem tidy and I decided I didn’t want to do that, and whether I do or don’t regret that, i actually don’t know because the seasonal depresh is setting in and I’ve run out of fucks to give about it, LOL.

And finally, an Avola slip dress in linen from metrotextiles:

I hacked this one to add pockets but then fucked up very slightly inserting them, so you can see there’s like, a corner in the skirt hem, whoops. Maybe I’ll fix that, or maybe i won’t.

What I will fix is that the straps are three inches too long and in the wrong spot relative to my bra, which it’s like an explicit part of the pattern instructions to test so you don’t fuck that up, but what I found out is, I can’t fucking see my own back in a mirror and I need to do this by taking photos. I also can’t reach to pin, with my fucked-up shoulders, so really I need to have someone help me. But what’s actually going to happen is I’m going to fix it myself based on the position of the print in the photos, and then I’m going to mark the paper pattern, and then i’m never going to think twice about this again.

This, again, is a size 20 graded out to a size 22 in the waist, and I again did not need to do that. What happens is that I always read the size chart and get anxious that the size 20 will be too tight, and then i don’t cross-reference with the garment ease chart like the instructions say, so i always grade up and literally never need to. So then the dress is sort of baggy in the middle, and in my mind that’s going to mean it skims the bits of me I’m selfconscious about, but what really happens is that it’s just, well, sorta baggy and if I wanted shit not to fit me I could just keep buying ready-to-wear. so I need to go home and fix the paper patterns of all these and just cut it out in a straight 20 ffs, but. Listen. Brainpower is waning.

I have another dress cut out and ready to assemble (a Rockwell), and a wrap top to finish, and a shawl to hem, and then I wanted to try to knock out a couple of knit garments but since I Don’t Fucking Have A Serger that’s not going to happen.

#undescribed images but explained in the text #B sews things #about the author #sewing projects #cashmerette patterns

[sandrockianblues]

Some of our loved gang annoying each other when bored head cannons? plsss?💕👀

Let me just cuddle up to you real quick to express my adoration for you anon💜💜💜✨

I’m assuming you meant the bandit boys again, if not, feel free to correct me and I’ll make another (This is kinda long so let’s hope it’s what you asked for😭😭)

Feel free to spam my inbox with more! I’m always willing to share my head canons!!!💜 or if you just wanna talk or say something

Bandit Gang Annoying Each Other:

💣Haru💣

He always tries to busy himself with work and planning ahead (bc someone’s got to) but there are times where he just can’t keep his head buried in his work anymore or he doesn’t feel motivated to study up on the shit he needs. So, he takes it out on the boys lovingly

-Andy> at first it was sorta dumb stuff just to tweak him like wetting small shredded pieces of discarded notes and ideas he had tossed aside, throwing them at the kid until it stuck. Other times it was a blank stare and unyielding until Andy would screech at him to stop because it was freaking him out. After he finds out the kid has developed a major crush on Jasmine? “There was this one time Jasmine and I-,” “I don’t wanna hear it.” “Yeah, ya do.” Plethora of stories that Andy both loves and hates to hear because he does not like Jasmine, dammit. It’s especially more annoying when Haru tells stories of a very young Jasmine saying she’ll grow up to marry Haru or Logan someday like any other kid would do.

-Logan> literally poor fucking guy. Cowboy prince bandit here cares about his appearance because let’s face it, he and everyone else knows he’s pretty. Not Fang pretty, but roguishly handsome and solid main male lead, handsome enough to be that NFL player you suddenly get into a team for despite not knowing how football may work coughs-. So he’s a little vain and tries to take care of his appearance. And Haru abuses that. Will catch him off guard saying he’s spotted a gray hair among his strands (mind you, Logan has a head of white hair) or that his eyes seem to be dulling all of a sudden? Then there’s times where Haru tells the most outlandish science shit that’s in no way true or plausible and Logan believes it for a good part of the day week because, well, it’s his friend that’s the brainiac. But then it hits at some point and Logan always gets so bent out of shape that he’s been fooled once more. They’re so friendly with one another that they can joke about even the harder topics- so, long story short, Haru likes to claim being Howlett’s favorite. You can imagine the angry cowboy face there. Logan comes for his ass (settle down LoHaru fans, let’s keep it PG-13 and save it for fanart and fanfic). IF LOGAN IS INTERESTED IN THE BUILDER>>> 11/10 likes to reference the start of their “interactions” (I.e. Logan watching the train the builder was on come in their first day- tho really, Haru just kinda puts it together and does the math/ after Water Tower explosion and their eyes met)- essentially, anything he can use to make it seem like they’re some star-crossed lovers or living out some dramatic romance fantasy. IF HARU IS INTERESTED IN THE BUILDER TOO>>> not entirely confident he can win their heart and affections against Logan, but it’s too fun to casually remark that the builder may prefer guys who aren’t tall as hell or that have a tanner complexion or dark hair and eyes- lmao not Logan trying to figure out how to properly tan or appear shorter or even willing to dye his hair.

🦸🏼‍♂️Andy🦸🏼‍♂️

He’s a kid and a smart one at that, but his attention span is so small at this age and he gets bored so easily. He worships Logan and Haru, idolizes them even. Being a bandit was essentially his dream. So, he mostly behaved. But it’s when Sandrock accepts their bandit boys back that he starts being a little shit (Andy, my child).

-Haru> this man unnerves Andy in a different way than his buddy does. Andy wholly believes that Haru could kill him and get away with it. But it doesn’t stop him. Andy likes to disorganize his notes so they’re not in order. Will sometimes leave feedback on random sticky notes to the most obscure shit and they’re all filled with critiques (some of which are valid and actually do annoy Haru Lmao). He once saved up all his money and bought a jelly jar that was actually filled with glitter that Vivi had. Took some of Haru’s notes and from what he could do, he made a glitter bomb (it was a Thursday and Jasmine was helping Heidi organize some things so he was lonely). The fortunate part to the end of that tale is that it was mostly plain glitter so like silver. The unfortunate part is that sometimes, if you pay attention, Haru fucking shimmers. This was very distressing to Mi-An once who has found this battered but readable cringey book about vampires, but that may have been the best day of Logan’s life who laughed so hard he wheezed and had some blood vessels burst in his face. IF HARU IS INTERESTED IN THE BUILDER>>> Andy will resort to basic elementary tactics and make kissy faces that are totally visible to not just Haru and the builder, but also everyone in the vicinity. He’ll sing that “kissing in a tree” song. Walks by the guy who is trying his best to be subtle about his feelings yet attempting to flirt and going like “oh dang, tell them how u really feel” and sometimes leaning against a railing watching them from above shouting in a monotone voice “OH SHIT, THAT SOME GOOD CHEMISTRY YOU GOT THERE”- Andy’s fuckin’ fast as hell, but if you wanna see him fly, wait until he pisses one of his bandit fathers off. Kid doesn’t even touch the ground when he’s running.

-Logan> you know that pic of Ben Affleck? Nvm, you know it, I don’t even need to describe it. You know it. Homie would put his little brother/son (depends on the day and how much he wishes to throttle the tween) on a flag pole by his raggedy little cape if he could sometimes. Logan is literally the true victim between the two of his friends/found family. But in their defense, it’s just too fucking easy to rile him up. Andy will still do dumb shit like steal his hat or dress up like him like he did for Bronco the Kid, posing as Logan the Bandit and nailing down his gun twirl (chill, it’s a water gun with no water bc Sandrock is dryer than my ex’s personality) and the dramatic swish of his cape. Literally the kid was born for LARPing or Comic Cons, maybe even acting, but the world missed out. Regardless, it is some good shit. Owen even lets him recreate Bandit Gang memories on stage sometimes because he thinks the kid is a blast when he’s all dressed up (he will actually start giving the kid a “1,2,3” count if he dresses up as Bronco again), much to Logan’s dismay. If you think that is bad enough, Andy actually has Logan’s signature down almost perfectly and will sit at a little table like it’s a lemonade stand selling autographed WANTED signs of the good looking bandit (much to Unsuur’s dismay) IF LOGAN IS INTERESTED IN THE BUILDER>>> Andy will abuse his height, his speed, and Logan’s patience. Homie will yeet himself into either Logan’s back or the builder’s and make them fall into each other as he takes off cackling and screaming about PDA. Now, Logan is a chill guy and recognizes it as both manipulation and a somewhat accident, but it’s the fact that this is the fifth time the cheeky bastard has schemed this week and at some point, the builder has to catch onto why Andy’s doing it to the two of them specifically. He WILL intentionally leave WANTED posters of Logan on their front door or workshop table or in their mailbox. No, please don’t ask Unsuur about this. He’s fucking done with the posters.

🤍Logan🤍

Logan was someone that felt like he had to grow up a little too fast to help his father deal with raising him alone and hunting monsters. His only reprieve from that maturity and the weight of the world on his shoulders was spending time with friends like Haru or Elsie or Jasmine, etc. There, the rascal like side of him poked out. Logan is the man of action and the one to carry out missions. He’s not big on planning, so, when there’s no mission to carry out and no action to be doing, he’s gonna have some fun.

-Andy> to the Logan simps out there, y’all better pray the builder and him have a daughter because Logan is much GENTLER and CAREFUL with girls (don’t think about the fight y’all have if you a girl). He will swoop down with far too much agility for a man his size and grab Andy by the ankles with one hand, standing upright and flipping the kid upside down in his hold. Isn’t above shaking him to see how much candy and stuff he nabs (literally no one cares and they just pretend to not see because it’s minimal shit) falls out. Or he ruffles his hair and messes it up completely. Sometimes, he’ll sit down with the kids (no chair is too small for him- that’s a lie, every chair is too small for him. Just look at his weird ass throne.) and asks whether he’ll be the main of honor or the best man to their wedding. He’s not above his bandit ways and WILL demand a dowry for his precious Princess Jasmine.

-Haru> they go back and sometimes, that’s not a good thing. Logan knows exactly how to annoy Haru. It’s just when he decides to find new ways that Haru gets nervous. Like after the Mi-An incident where she thought he was a vampire, Logan spent money on glitter himself that he kept in his pocket and would randomly throw it like confetti in the air with an emotionless face, watching it rain down on Haru with glee burning like the blue flames of a fire. Or when he actually borrowed Mi-An’s book so he could read it (he honestly hates it, nothing makes sense and he almost abandoned the idea numerous times) and WILL quote it at him. Haru hasn’t read it, but at this point he essentially has given how Logan took this way too seriously and is passionate about giving him shit. Sometimes, Logan will idly remark about being sick of shit and wanting to run away. Which annoys Haru because “been there, done that”. Not letting Haru sit in his weird throne actually annoys him but for the principle, not because Haru really wants to sit there. Logan also likes to remark about how smart Qi is and wonders if his bombs would be more effective. Then there are times where they’re just meandering about riding their steeds and Logan will go off on this near philosophical and rather introspective tangent that takes Haru by surprise, going to respond to Logan only to be met with “I was talking to Rambo.” 💀 IF HARU IS INTERESTED IN THE BUILDER >>> Logan is both the best and worst person to have as your wingman. I don’t make the rules (yes I do ). He’ll give him openings to make his move, he’ll set up the scene perfectly like this is mere child’s play to him (it’s odd, the things Logan chooses to be good at), hell, he may even pay for their dinner. But then there are times where they’re having a nice date and Logan will all of a sudden stretch over the divider wall of the booth with a harsh and loud whisper of “diD YoU kiSS ‘eM YEt?!” He is both a himbo and a child. IF LOGAN IS ALSO INTERESTED IN THE BUILDER>>> if it was anyone else, he’d be pulling out all the stops to win the builder over. But with Haru, all he can do is poke lighthearted fun at his height or how he’s missing a duster or a cowboy hat. Sometimes a “is your heart a ticking bomb? What’re you swearing for?” sort of shit to tease him.

#siren speaking #Mtas #Sandrock #my time at sandrock #Pathea #Mtas head canons #Sandrock head canons #Mtas Logan #Mtas Andy #Mtas haru #Sandrock Logan #Sandrock haru #Sandrock Andy #Mtas owen #Mtas Jasmine #Mtas mi-an #Mtas Unsuur #Sandrock Unsuur #Sandrock owen #Sandrock Jasmine #Sandrock Heidi #Sandrock Vivi #Mtas Vivi #Logan the bandit #Logan x builder #haru x builder #bandit gang #Mtas builder #Sandrock builder #anon ask

[angelface1991]

imogen heap lyric rp starters-part 1.

collected from across various albums! tweak to fit your needs.

❝ i'm not in love with you. not anymore. ❞ ❝ i'm falling apart. ❞ ❝ if you look after me, i'll look after you. ❞ ❝ have you got it in you? ❞ ❝ look, can we just.... just get it over with? ❞ ❝ i guess it's alright. whatever. ❞ ❝ i hate you for letting me fall for you. ❞ ❝ what's the hurry? ❞ ❝ it's so beautiful up here. ❞ ❝ i feel so useless. do you? ❞ ❝ i think i will go back to sleep. ❞ ❝ do you even realize i'm just here wasting away? ❞ ❝ why do you have to be so cute? ❞ ❝ it's impossible to ignore you. ❞ ❝ must you make me laugh so much? ❞ ❝ we'd be good—we'd be GREAT together. ❞ ❝ you get me every time. ❞ ❝ will the next love be the real one? ❞ ❝ where do we go from here? ❞ ❝ aha! caught you! ❞ ❝ everybody says that time heals everything. ❞ ❝ hey babe, how's your day been? ❞ ❝ can i call you back? yeah, uh. everything's fine. ❞ ❝ i probably just need to sleep. it's been a busy week. ❞ ❝ this is just so unlike us... ❞ ❝ did i tell you i love you today? ❞ ❝ i can't do everything and i'll get over it. ❞ ❝ i feel like i've just got the hang of this living thing. ❞ ❝ you know you're better than this. ❞ ❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞ ❝ who are you calling at this hour? ❞ ❝ we'll work it all out together. ❞ ❝ i've got a bad feeling. trust me on this one. ❞ ❝ you're scaring me to death! ❞ ❝ i've never seen you like this. ❞ ❝ sadly, things just happen that we can't explain ❞ ❝ i don't like it, i don't like it at all. ❞ ❝ now sleep. i promise, it'll all seem better somehow. ❞ ❝ i think something is burning. ❞ ❝ oh, don't wag your finger at me. ❞ ❝ get me outta here. ❞ ❝ can we settle down, please? ❞ ❝ i can't wait to be with you. ❞ ❝ no, i just can't sit still... are we there, yet? ❞ ❝ i just have to kiss you. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ i'm just wondering... wondering where it all went wrong. ❞

#dearindies #rph #starter meme #rp starters #rpc #/ and now i'll disappear into the aether lol byyeeeee.

[fluffy-critter]

#crosspost #busybee

[bluey-frog]

OOC Notes

Hi guys, I’m the vulgar wrecker a.k.a. Rain. I’m addicted to my phone so best believe you’ll get a response, because I love everyone :). Also any new updates from me personally will be in a tag named called ‘shutuprain’ (like this one). Hopefully. Anyway, shut up and listen to the

Important irl business:

I’m not much irl, although I will be gone by next summer for.. army stuffs, but I’m not no weirdo about it. I’m only joining it because I feel I will mature from it, so don’t let that fact change your opinion about me. Also I’m 17, just so you know. Not that it’d surprise most of you reading this. I’m very open to all kinds of things, but the only thing that slightly triggers me is blood. I’m scared of it, it makes me curl up, and get anxious. I’ve had this issue since well FOREVER. Other than that, blatantly racist things for obvious reasons, and just anything mean for no reason. I also really find cuss words funny, so I don’t care if you cuss. Not a problem with me, and I’m new to tumblr. As of the time of this being posted it is my first time actually using the app. Anyway, my pronouns are he/him, but I’m not really strict with them so if you prefer to call me by any other she/her, they/them and the like I’m not opposed. Call me whatever you’d like :)

If I need to tell anymore about myself I might just add it in its own post, of course things may change.

OC’s below cut

The lovely characters!

Disclaimer: I find it better to be honest with you all when it comes to these two characters and the references they come from. Because both were originally contained having appearances of actual anime characters, I’m sorta unoriginal.. Indi came from a picture of Kokichi. And Raito comes from the “Wretched Egg” or Shiro from deadman wonderland, a anime I grew up with. So, yeah. Anyway, tweaks will also be explained, because of course they’re differentiated. Now I’ll shut up and get to it.

Name: Komichi “Indi” Yuzuki

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Game Developer

Height: 5’1

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Purple

Sexuality: Bisexual with a male lead

Notes:

Often falls into depressive episodes, especially when in relation to his love life

Remarks about wishing he could drink his pain away

“ A wish?.. well, that’s easy. I wish for a new purpose in my life, some danger to spice it up. Or else.. what else will help me?..”

Tags for Indi table will be, ‘oocha’ and ‘icha’ because it’s funny to me.

Photo references for tha boy:

Links to picrew:

Name: Raito Sekkuma

Age: 22

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Occupation: Prison Guard

Height: 5’5

Hair: Snow White

Eye color: Blood Red

Sexuality: Straight (sometimes bi-curious if you’re charming enough)

Notes:

Very secretive on why she was fired from her job. Otherwise very social, and often doesn’t let things get to her

Makes a strange clicking sound sometimes, almost sounds like a soda can being opened. A “kscha!” kind of sound. Often occurs when she holds sadistic thoughts.

Seems to have a blurred vision or at least pretends to.

“A wish? What’re you? A genie..? I hate these stupid interviews. But, if I have to answer.. my wish would be to die.”

- (Not Raito) “…T-That’s it?.. ah, come on. That’s it? You don’t want a million dollars, to magically heal your body, or even a perfectly painless de-“

“Okay, okay! Fine. If you want specification.. take out ‘painless’ and you’ll have my wish. I’ll spell it out for you. A. Perfect. Death. Are we done here?”

Her tags are “raiooc” and “kscha” for ic.

Photos for tha girl:

Link to this new picrew:

#shutuprain #oocha #raiooc

[pissjesus]

Russel and murdoc for both

Absolutely cursed ugh your huge juicy brain

I’ve said once and I’ll say it again: they’re divorced

ELABORATION:

Enemies meme

* Everyone thinks 2D and Murdoc fight the most but 2D doesn’t like to fight so it’s mostly one sided— Russel and Murdoc absolutely fight the most

* Murdoc doesn’t *hate* Russel on a personal level, at least not anymore. He used to “hate everyone, and himself equally” as Russel says in the Apex Tapes, but now he’s a bit more agreeable and is more antagonistic than hateful.

* Russel, however, has very little patience for Murdoc’s bullshit

* Murdoc’s pretty scrappy but Russel can take him out with one blow, so Murdoc now (usually) knows better than to pick fights with Russel he can’t win

* Russel is soft-spoken by nature and rarely raises his voice— except towards Murdoc

* They reconcile for the sake of the music and also for Noodle, and over the years they’ve gotten better at it.

* Murdoc goes to Russel for serious problems because Russel won’t bullshit him, and Russel respects him more for admitting these things

* They both experience psychotic symptoms and help each other through them since they can understand what the other is going through

Ship meme

* Russel and Murdoc is the worst combo when it comes to having to share a bed because they’re both so sweaty and take up so much space. Spooning sounds fun in concept only

* Russel can’t really borrow anything of Murdoc’s but even if he did, he wouldn’t want to. Murdoc steals Russel’s shirts when all his laundry is too dirty for even him to tolerate

* Russel gave Murdoc the nickname Muds (which I love) and primarily calls him that, though sometimes will tweak it to “Mudsy Baby” but only if he’s being passive-aggressive or sarcastic. Murdoc throws “love” and “sweetheart” around, or addresses him as “Russel Love” or “Russel Baby.” He’ll also refer to Russel as “my wife”

* They show they care by doing things for each other without being asked, like Murdoc will order takeout for Russel if he’s been in a depressive slump and Russel will help pull Murdoc away from situations where he’s getting angry and needs to blow off steam somewhere else

* They don’t really “confess” anything so much as have an unspoken arrangement, but if one of them were to initiate anything, it’d probably be Murdoc

* Russel doesn’t *scream* over bugs but he doesn’t like them and would get one of the others to take care of it if he has a choice. Murdoc has no problem with bugs but unfortunately he’s more likely to pick it up and chase Russel with it than kill it

* They’re both the primary drivers in the band, but they hate the way the other drives. Murdoc thinks Russel drives too slow and hesitates too much when he has to merge so they miss exits, and Russel hates everything about the way Murdoc drives. However, Murdoc is somehow the only one that knows how to parallel park

* Russel actually enjoys cooking and likes trying new things. Murdoc can’t cook for shit, but he’s also basically banned from doing so. Whenever he offers to “help” Russel it’s just an excuse to pester him the whole time because he’s bored. However, he has Murdoc try things because he’s not picky like 2D and won’t just tell him it’s good if it isn’t like Noodle.

* Neither of them like PDA and would certainly not be caught *dead* being affectionate with each other, but Murdoc would kiss Russel antagonistically like Bugs Bunny

* Russel knows Murdoc is a whore and wouldn’t expect otherwise— if anything he’s like “please take him off my hands.” Murdoc has no reason to be “protective” of Russel but he tends to have attachment issues in general and feels threatened when he feels like the others could leave him

* Russel hasn’t really had any long-term relationships and doesn’t seek hook-ups like 2D and Murdoc (until Cello enters the picture yes I’m still working on the fic). He actually loved Del and has never really gotten over losing him— the first time when he was killed, and the second time when he was exorcised from him. Though he has a lot of grief from Del being exorcised, he also has a lot of anxiety and shame around intimacy because having Del possess him meant his thoughts and feelings were never truly private.

#asks #alicepalmersnokia #gorillaz headcanons #Russdoc #i jest but I find it hard to actually imagine pairing them romantically #they’re just divorced and that’s that #maybe they’ve explored each other’s bodies and don’t discuss it

[k-kkaren]

EX FACTOR

LOL sighs ..anddddddd action. When I tell you all this is probably one of my most anticipated blogs ever. I’ve seriously wrote this blog so many times (I’m talking all the way probably back to around when I first started writing blogs) and every time I get ready to publish it, I always back out. For one I know the emotions that come with this song for me. Once a young girl stealing my sisters Miseducation of Lauryn Hill cd to a woman in my late 20s now feeling exactly each word she wrote. Every time I hear the melodic chimes and piano in the beginning it creates such an emotion for me. Then to precede and say “It could all be so simple, but you’d rather make it hard. Loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars. Tell me who do I have to be to gain some reciprocity.(S/o to her for truly teaching us what that word means) See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.”

As a woman, I truly understand how simple love could be. Relationships too. We didn’t say easy because nothings ever easy, we just said simple. But (whatever your preference may be) realistically they make it so hard. A lack of so to say. Lack of communication. Lack of accountability. Ego. Wounds in the way aka trauma. And. Straight up unwillingness. (Sidenote, I know I have a couple of guys who sometimes read these and the same things go for women.. i too have lacked in these areas as well and I’m woman enough to admit that)

“No matter how I think we grow you always seem to let me know,it ain't working…And when I try to walk away you'd hurt yourself to make me stay. This is crazy…I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? (I don't understand why) As painful as this thing has been. .. ” i don’t even sing that last part because I know I truly am capable of moving on. I’ve done it quite a time or two. It just takes me a min. But I get it who wants to in some cases.

Being very transparent with you all I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone but not with someone so much in my entire 14 years of being a dater. It’s like I would always be drawn in to stay somewhere where I know didn’t serve me purpose. But I also didn’t want to give up on it bc I always felt like we could grow. I once believed in wrong timing. I felt like too much time had been invested. I felt comfortable. I always tried to find the good(Bc in all honesty when it was good, it was good. My friends never saw that side so I get the stares and all the questions lol. I really do y’all.)

“See I know what we've got to do. You let go and I'll let go too. 'Cause no one's hurt me more than you. And no one ever will..” The hardest part but the part that warms my heart the most. We hate to let things go that mean so much to us, things that were once near and dear to our heart but it’s essential for progressing. I look at hurt like all the lessons of a lifetime that potentially made me into a better woman. A more guarded woman. A more cautious woman for sure, but never the less still a woman, phenomenally. And I try to pride myself on that.

Ex Factor - a tale of three different stages that I’m sure every single one of us have been through or may be currently experiencing.

The Ex Factor - a product of someone or something mattering but not so much anymore. And I’ll drink to that. With another month concluding, into the year that’s moving ever so rapidly so much of me knows that it’s a dire need to go ahead and get this out the way because all in all it has held me back in many ways. It’s crazy like I noted earlier I’ve seriously wrote this blog, tweaked it, deleted stuff from it since about 2020 and each time I felt something new. Today 4/30/2023 is the best I’ve felt about it in all these years. I say all of that to say, “it’s” awaiting.

As always, in all ways — Love and Light 💗

Twitter : _kforkaren

Instagram : kforkarenn

#lifestyle blog #new blogger #ex factor #lauryn hill #self healing #self help #blogger #Spotify

[mymoodwriting]

The Forgotten Truth

F!Reader x Suho

Genre: CEO/Yandere AU

Warning: Blood, Choking, Guns, Drugs, Needles, Death

Words: 2.9K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Epilogue

Prompt: After surviving a devastating car accident you awoke with amnesia, no memory of who you were, and the only connection to your past was your husband, Suho. The CEO of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world, who loved you to the ends of the universe, even if you didn’t remember. You knew his love was true, cause you felt your love for him in your heart. Three years later you’re as happy as you can be with him, but there’s just something that’s not right, and you’re not so sure you can figure out what.

“For the last time… I work alone…”

    Johnny spit out some blood, surprised he hadn’t lost a tooth yet. It was also fortunate, his smile was very important to his charm. Suho stood before him, hands in his pockets, watching unbothered as Minho kept punching him. He had already given his story, how he planned his revenge and only had to tweak it when he discovered you were alive. He worked alone, because he knew no one else could help him take down the king.

“You really expect me to believe you didn’t have help?”

“Who would raise a fist… against you?”

“A king always has enemies.”

“And what would stop them… from betraying me… to win your favor? Hm?”

“Touche. So let’s circle back to this later.” Suho grabbed Johnny’s face. “What’s your end goal here? Take over the city? You think you-”

“No… I just want you dead… for everything you did to me… and y/n…”

“I gave you both a much better life, and you hate me for it. That doesn’t make sense.”

“You manipulated y/n… and when she rejected you… you became a monster…”

“Johnny boy, I’ve always been a monster.”

“And y/n saw that… can put that shit back in a bottle…”

“We’re done here. It doesn’t matter if you had help, you were the inside man, and with you dead, they have nothing else.”

“What about y/n!”

“What about her? She’ll be fine if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ll take good care of her.”

“I don’t believe that. I never did.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    As you began to regain consciousness you could feel movement. You were moving, and when you opened you only got confirmation. You were being pushed in a wheelchair, and you could see the house before you, getting closer and closer. Except it wasn’t a home for you anymore, it was a prison, even if you didn’t know it all this time. You began to panic as the house got closer and closer, that’s when you realized you were restrained to the chair. Screaming wouldn’t help you either, the house was pretty isolated from anyone else.

“Stop… stop… please stop!”

    You looked back to see Chanyeol pushing your wheelchair, Xiumin walking alongside him. Neither were listening to your pleas, and you just started sobbing. You knew that going into that house, you’d probably never get out again. Worst of all, you had no idea what had happened to Johnny. You had collapsed at the hideout, only to wake up in the hospital with Suho there. If he had gotten caught, you knew things would be far worse for him.

    Once inside the house you didn’t know what to expect, but being taken into a hidden elevator in Suho’s study did not make you feel any better. You had a pretty good idea where you were going. You knew there was an infirmary in the house, but there were definitely other secrets below the house you never knew of. You still had tears slipping down your face, but at this point there was no reason to make such a fuss.

“Where’s Suho… I want to see him…”

“I was just thinking about you too.”

    You stopped, seeing Suho before you. There were still tears on your face, but you didn’t care. You looked up at him, turning your hands to fists.

“Where’s Johnny?”

Suho’s smile flattered. “Do you remember him?”

“Where is he?”

“Answer me, and I’ll answer you.”

“Where is my friend?”

“Hm… shall we go see him?”

    Suho gestured for the others to follow, pushing you along behind him. You kept your head up, trying to be as strong as you could be. You came into another room, your eyes immediately drawn over to Johnny. You inhaled sharply upon seeing his beat up body, wanting more than anything to go to him, but you were kept at a distance.

“I brought a guest.”

“Y/n… y/n are you alright?” You nodded. “That’s good… everything’s going to be okay…”

“Johnny…”

“How about a deal?” Suho said. “You give up whoever was helping you, and I’ll let you live.”

“I’m not working with anyone!”

“I don’t believe you, but your life isn’t yours.”

“What?”

“You give me what I want, you live, I promise.”

“Your words don’t mean shit.”

“To you, but for y/n.” Suho looked over at you. “If he cooperates with me, I promise I’ll let him live.”

“I won’t remember him…”

“But you’ll know in your heart that I have kept my word, because I do mean it. His whole little plan was because he thought you were dead, but you aren’t. He’d hold no anger in that regard towards me, so I can forgive this confusion.”

“… you’re lying…”

“Not to you, not about this.”

“You’d use her… against me…” Johnny spat. “Just to have a reason to go after one of the families!”

“What will it be?”

    Johnny looked over at you, seeing the red in your eyes from the crying. He didn’t want you to witness something so horrible, even if you would forget. At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth. You even subtly shook your head, given the predicted outcome, no one would win in the end, no matter what.

“Fuck you.”

“Very well then. You two can take y/n now.”

“No! Johnny! Johnny!”

“It’s okay… you’ll be okay…”

“Johnny!”

    You desperately pulled on your restraints, screaming for Johnny, for mercy, but your cries fell on deaf ears. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest, the tears flowing once more. You didn’t even notice the pinch in your neck until you began to grow tired, screaming once more, trying to stay awake, but it was pointless. A door before you was opened and everything flashed a bright white before cutting to black.

♥♥♥♥♥

Months Ago

“You’ve really thought this out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“But your plan does rely on our cooperation.”

“I know, sir. You’re the rightful-”

    Jaebeom put a hand up to silence Johnny. He knew where this was going, and he had heard it enough times already.

“You know how things work in this city. We respect power. The late Mr. Kim may not have wanted his son to inherit the throne, but he made a move and I respect that.”

“You’ve seen how Suho runs things. It’s not-”

“It’s stable. I may not agree with him, but if I make a move against him, this city will fall into chaos. I will not be doing that. This is my city too, and I won’t cause trouble.”

“You being complacent is why things are the way they are. You have power, you could-”

“I won’t hear anymore of this, Johnny. And for your sake I won’t say anything about this meeting or your intentions.” Jaebeom sighed. “What you’re trying to do is suicide.”

“I know I’m putting my life on the line. He has to pay for what he’s done.”

“You may be looking at things the wrong way…”

“What?”

“Forget about revenge Johnny, you’ll only end up dead.”

    There was nothing more to be said, so Johnny was escorted out. Without the Im family he knew he didn’t stand much of a chance, but he did have a backup plan. He wasn’t going to give up so easily. He laid low while in the city, not needing attention until he was ready, making his way to the docks. He was still known amongst the families, so it wasn’t hard to see the head of the Lee family on such short notice.

“Johnny, how have you been?”

“Alright, sir. How has business been?”

“Flourishing. But enough small talk. What are you doing here? I thought you’d never set foot in this city again.”

“I have my reasons, and I need your help.”

“Let me guess. You wanna attack the Kim family.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, let’s hear it. What’s your big plan?”

    Johnny divulged his plan to Taeyong, explaining how things would work out. He knew it was dangerous to tell anyone this, he could be betrayed, but he knew the prospect of a coup was appealing to the other families, especially those who knew the late Mr. Kim, so he had to hope he was right. Taeyong was silent for a long while, clearly weighing his options.

“Let’s go for a drive.”

    Johnny didn’t question it, knowing very well he could be taken to Suho, or executed in secret. The drive was quiet, and he wasn’t going to ask Taeyong what he was thinking. He was on thin ice, so it was best he wait and see how things played out. The car stopped at some apartment building and he followed Taeyong inside. The place seemed to be under construction, which made him all the more sure he was going to be taken out.

“Jaebeom, where are the welcome drinks?”

    Taeyong entered one of the backrooms, being very loud about his presence and not fearing all the guns pointed his way. After confirming who was here, Jaebeom had his men lower their weapons.

“Taeyong, how did you find me?”

“All these materials came through my dock, it would be bad for business if I didn’t keep track of such things. Especially when they are secretly for one of the families.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh I won’t tell Suho if that’s what you’re worried about. That’s your business. No, I’m here to talk about something else.”

“I’ve already heard from Johnny, so you can go.”

“Oh, I wasn’t your first pick?”

“I-”

“Joking. I understand.” Taeyong smiled. “It makes things easier. You know what’s going down.”

“You intend to go along with him?”

“And if I do?”

“Keep me out of it. I won’t cause problems for the city.”

“These things can be done with less chaos, but I’m here for something else. I know you won’t participate, that’s fine. What I want is to know that you’ll do the right thing in the end.”

“Which is?”

“Once Suho is dealt with, you take the throne.”

Jaebeom scoffed. “You don’t want it?”

“It’s not that I can’t wear the crown, but I simply know you’d do better for this city. The late Mr. Kim knew that too, and I would like to honor his choice.”

“We respect power in this city, and-”

“You won’t make a move for what’s rightfully yours for the sake of not turning this city into a war zone. It can be seen as cowardice or wisdom beyond me. Either way, I am making a move to throw that piece of shit a cliff. So, will you accept the gift I present to you when the time comes.”

“Why should I go along with this?”

“Because you have nothing to lose.” Johnny said. “If we fail, we’ll get executed, and nothing regarding you knowing about this coup will ever come to light. If we succeed, you can make the city better than it already is.”

“Then I guess we’ll see whether you win or not.“

♥♥♥♥♥

“She’ll always hate you… you know that right?”

“I’ll only know her love.”

“You’re sick.”

“And you’re a dead man. It really does hurt me, we were such good friends once.”

“We weren’t, you were my boss.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, too late for that kinda talk. Kill him.”

    Minho pulled out his gun, cocking it and aiming it at Johnny’s head. By now he had been restrained, so all he could do was lean forward and press his head to the barrel of the gun. Even if this was his end, right here, right now, he knew you would be alright. His only regret was not being able to see you again.

“Sir, we have a problem.”

    Tao’s voice caught everyone’s attention. Suho stepped away with him for a moment before ordering everyone out, including Minho. Johnny had no idea what was going on, but now that he was alone he knew he couldn’t just sit there. He startled fiddling with his restraints, figuring he might have to dislocate his thumb to truly get out. Eventually he did manage to get himself free, cautiously pressing his ear against the door to listen for others. He had no weapons on him, but he could still fight despite his condition.

    When he felt the coast was clear he carefully opened the door, seeing that the hall was empty. Something was definitely going on for him to be left alive, but his priority was finding you. Even if he seemed to be alone he was still cautious as he checked the other rooms around him. For the most part they were empty until he found what he was looking for. You were lying in bed, restrained, Xiumin checking over some of the machinery when he noticed the intruder. He drew his weapon but Johnny quickly took cover. Given the makeshift infirmary this room was, there were some things he could use to defend himself.

    It was still a rather small room, and he knew Xiumin wouldn’t shoot recklessly for fear of hurting you. He was patient, and made his move when he saw an opening. There was a bit of a struggle, but he managed to disarm Xiumin, taking his weapon, and incapacitating him. After making sure he was restrained he checked on you, quickly shutting everything off and removing all the wires and needles attached to you. He gently caressed your face, trying to coax you awake. The closest he got was your eyes peeking open, a small whimper from you.

“John…”

“I’m here, you’re okay. Let’s get you out of here.”

    Johnny picked you up in his arms, carrying you out with him. You were still under the effects of the sedative, slipping in and out of consciousness. Johnny just wanted to get you out of here. If he could just leave with you, get out of this city, then the two of you could disappear. That should have been his goal the moment he realized you were alive. Instead he had been greedy, thinking he could have it all. Somehow he managed to find the elevator that led back up to the main house. Although the first thing he heard was gunfire and immediately got down.

“Y/n… y/n, can you hear me?”

“Hm…”

“Do you think you can walk?”

“… maybe…”

“Let’s try.”

    You carefully stood up, getting your feet under you and taking a few steps. Running would be ideal, but for now walking would do. If he really wanted to get out undetected, going slow and being quiet was better. You held his hand tightly, right behind him, while he took point and held up the gun, ready to fire at any given moment. As you two snuck around you could hear gunfire on occasion, and it was making you nervous. You held Johnny’s hand tightly, wanting this nightmare to end more than anything. Then there was a shot that was undoubtedly close and Johnny collapsed.

“Johnny!”

    You were on top of him immediately, the adrenaline snapping you wide awake, well aware of the blood from his chest. You tried to apply pressure, telling him to stay awake, when you were grabbed. Suho pinned you against the wall, and you became aware of his messy hair, along with the blood on his clothes.

“What are you doing up here!”

“Suho…”

    Another shot went off and you screamed. Suho let you go, doubling over from his own injuries. You saw Johnny holding up the gun, for the moment ignoring his own pain. He shot again and Suho stumbled back. He didn’t hesitate to shoot back, Johnny collapsing this time. Before you could get to him Suho grabbed you, and the two of you collapsed, Suho pinning you beneath him. He had trouble breathing, but he kept his eyes locked on yours. You could see his panic, his desperation.

“Y/n…”

“Suho…”

“I won’t leave you…”

“What-”

    You soon found his hands around your neck, putting pressure. Your eyes went wide and you grabbed his arms, trying to get him off. Even in his condition he was still stronger than you.

“Su… Suho…”

    You squirmed under him, desperate to get him off, but you could feel yourself running out of oxygen. Your vision was already starting to go black when you could suddenly breath. Somehow Suho was off of you, but you were more focused on recovering your breath, that is until multiple shots rang out. You covered your ears, but they were already ringing. You looked over to see Suho on the ground, red starting to pool around him. Standing above him was a vaguely familiar face. They looked over at you, telling you something but you just saw their lips moving. 

    Everything had been building up and you just collapsed. The darkness was pulling you under, and you definitely didn’t have the strength to fight it anymore. As you laid on the floor you could hear mumbles, feeling someone grab you and shake you, but you couldn’t make anything out. You closed your eyes, wanting to disappear for a while. Even if you were uncertain about the fate of those around you, there was something you were certain about. One way or another this was all over, you knew that, you could feel it, and it gave you a strange feeling of peace you just accepted.

#exo #suho #lay #xiumin #tao #chanyeol #chen #baekhyun #kai #d.o #sehun #kim junmyeon #zhang yixing #kim minseok #huang zitao #park chanyeol #kim jongdae #byun baekhyun #kim jongin #doh kyungsoo #oh sehun #exo au #exo scenarios #nct #johnny

[majycka]

For that fic fuel brainrot:

Akutami did a graph on the students knowledge of jujutsu sense, academic school sense and physical strength. And Mai was 9 for school sense! So she’s canonically a nerd. And Nobara got 6 too, so this sparks this modern au/hc:

Nobara failing her science tests/homework and having to find a tutor, but her friend/teacher arranged it for her and the tutor is actually her upper-classmate, Mai Zenin. I’m thinking Mai is teaching her a science formula or something of that sense, and there’s a near kiss experience maybe ?? But honestly it’d be funnier if they hated each other and the tutoring was arranged by Nobara’s science teacher 😭

but ofc u don’t gotta do this one, I just think it’s be cute <3 have a good day/night !

TUTORING_MASTER69

Tags: t-rated, no warnings, modern japan hs au, bratty nobamai whats new really, aaaaand stuff mentioned above,

Word count: 4077

a/n: tweaked the prompt a bit doesnt exactly follow the ask above. This is the graph anon mentioned

Nobara slammed her papers on the table, all two heads turning to face her. “I’m failing Science,” she said straight to the point.

Megumi and Yuuji went to stare at the blaring red marks on her paper, painfully overwriting its presence on the white sheet

“You can still make it for office hours,” shrugged Yuuji.

“Well, I did,” answered Nobara, placing her hands on his hips.

“And let me guess,” said Megumi, “you threatened him to pass you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not exactly, I just almost caused a scene.”

Megumi shook his head as he went back in drinking his strawberry milk while looking out the window.

“C’mon, Fushiguro, I expected you to help me out here.”

“I can help-“

“Nevermind,” interrupted Nobara towards Yuuji. “I’ll ask Maki-san, she’s a second year, she knows what’s up.”

“I was about to say that,” pouted Yuuji but Nobara only knuckled his head, earning his little whines.

Nobara skipped out of their classroom and left the two boys to eating their lunches. She took a trip at the flight, stretching his leg out, jumping a step of the stairs. When she arrived at the second years’ classroom, Maki had stood near the windows, furrowing her brows while she listened to the phone on her ear.

Nobara waited for her to finish the phone call. Maki sounded annoyed from the tone of her voice and when she finished, her junior walked up to her.

“Nobara, what’s up?” Maki asked, sighing and pocketing her phone.

“You okay?”

“It’s just…my crazy family’s drama.”

“Oh.” Nobara wasn’t sure if she should pry open to her problem when at the same time, she knew she’s shit when talking about feelings. “Actually, I came here to ask if you can help me out on my Science test.”

“Sorry, I can’t right now, I’m busy with work afterschool and there’s the thing with my family.”

Dammit. Even how much Nobara wanted to spend time with Maki, she couldn’t disagree to it. She merely nodded and saifd it was fine. Now she’s a back to square one again as Maki said that Megumi could help.

She lightly slammed her head on her desk. Maybe she should just risk it all and afford not to be part of track team anymore because of her shit grades. “Fushiguro, say something,” she groaned, hoping he might actually find a reasonable solution. Megrim only continued to scratch his pen for some notes on his notebooks.

“Wait, I think I got something!”

Annnnnd it was Yuuji who had the bright idea.

“Have you heard about Tutoring_Master69?” said the pink haired boy.

Nobara raised her head off her desk. “What weird part of the Internet are you going through?”

“I’m serious, look,” Yuuji shoved his phone on Nobara’s face, “they’ve been hanging this poster around school lately”

“Will Accept any chips as payment in exchange in getting your work done,” Nobara read out the account’s instagram bio on his phone. It only has one post which is the poster Yuuji is talking about. “So you’re saying I should pay someone to do my work.”

“It said ‘Tutoring Master’ not ‘cheating master’”

“Office hours is still an option,” chimed in Megumi as he flip through his notebook.

“C’mon! Why don’t you just make this easier for me and teach me the stuff,” said Nobara.

“Well, I did tutor you already, and it was hell,” deadpanned Megumi.

Yuuji laughed, being a total idiot to how Nobara’s face scrunching up from his reaction.

Yet hours later, Nobara actually had her thumb hovering over the message button of the Tutoring_Master69 account. She admitted that she’s desperate at this point. Taking a deep breath, she quickly typed out a message and sent it without hesitation. It even made her spelling wack because of that.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

The spell checker that’s supposed to make your life easier decided to be useless. It wrote ‘u need help’ instead of Nobara’s intended ‘I need help.’ How fun is that!

“Fuck!” exclaimed Nobara she was walking down the hallway and everyone’s heads turned to stare at her. She didn’t notice the stares and just went typing away on her phone.

Her message was immediately seen by the tutoring master.

“I mean I NEED HELP,” texted Nobara. Then again, seen.

The typing bubble comes out from the account. The tutor asked Nobara the usual homework pictures and instructions. They also added to bring the chips payment and homework at the library.

Fine, that wasn’t too bad actually. Easy Peasy, and who ever the heck is behind this seem like they would get the work done.

When Nobara finally went to library to meet this tutoring master, she sat on one the tables. Her thick Science books smacked on the study table, startling other students nearby. Her autumn eyes looked around the room as she made assumptions on who this tutor could be. Maybe it’s that guy with glasses reading a book in the corner? A girl munching away her food when it’s not allowed in the library? or maybe….

Nobara caught golden eyes briefly looking at her. Mai Zenin pulled a chair across from HER then sat on HER table. The green haired girl cleared her throat to try to catch Nobara’s attention.

“What are you doing?” Asked Nobara, her brows furrowed. “Last time I remembered we hated each other’s guts.”

Months ago, Rewind to the beginning of the school year where it all started. The country bumpkin Nobara moved to the big city expecting uncaged wings in high school. Then she found out that actually, they don’t allow dyed hair on campus.

“Hi, name’s Kugisaki Nobara.”

Mai remembered that day that dyed ginger headed girl went up the stage and took the mic from the poor emcee during their school assembly.

“I just wanna say it’s completely stupid that the school doesn’t allow dyed hair, and it’s needs to stop. That is all.”

She walked away from the stage, not failing to do the mic drop. It’s awful feedback noise pierced through the ears of all students as they squirm at their seats.

“That was a complete waste of time, you know,” A voice said as Nobara was walking back to her seat. She halted her steps to turn and figured that voice belonged to a short haired girl.

“This school assembly is already on hell on earth but you decided to make it even worse,” the girl added. “You could easily have talked to the principal.”

That was the final nail to her coffin. “And who are you supposed to be?” Nobara clenched her fist and ready to throw a punch

“Leave her alone, Mai,” another voice joined that came from the back row seats near Nobara. “At least, she’s tryna get a change here.” She had the same green shade of hair but a long cut and she wore glasses. They looked like sisters.

“Since when did you care about anyone else, Maki?” asked her possible sister..

Right after that was a series of stares in the hallway everytime Nobara walked her presence at the school. But the worst one of all was Mai Zenin’s case. Joining her school’s track team, she later on met Maki Zenin and figured that Mai was indeed her sister.

This girl skipped the cafeteria line when Nobara was there, patiently waiting for food. Mai would stink eye her in the hallways. At some point, they were really close in starting the fight at the girl’s bathroom.

“Still not over about what happened in the school assembly?” asked Mai.

“You started it,” replied Nobara.

“But I was right, if that dyed hair cult of yours didn’t straight up rain down the principal to “un-ban” that policy, then it could have meant nothing.”

That thing Nobara did at the assembly led to the creation of the dyed hair club. It was almost like watching a revolution as a bunch of dyed haired students offered a signed petition to the principal.

“Plus, think about it as an initiation for being such a brash 1st year,” added Mai.

Oh, right. She almost forgot Mai’s actually a 2nd year. “So, what exactly is your agenda here, Zenin? To annoy me like you always do?” asked Nobara.

“Unfortunately, the world doesn’t revolve around you since you actually ask for my help.”

Nobara paused for a moment, staring at the Science book then squinting her eyes at Mai. “You’re Tutoring_Mastering69?” she asked. That can’t be right. Mai being a tutor? She can’t even get along with Nobara. She tried to convince herself.

“Yep,” said Mai, grabbing the Science book from Nobara. “And you’re my first ever customer.”

She can’t believe it. “You must be kidding,” chuckled Nobara.

“I’m serious.” Mai looked at her straight to the eye and then winked at her. “So you better pay me good, Kugisaki.”

Their argument still kept on going on that their voices were raising its volume. Stares were looking up at them. When the librarian was close in kicking the girls out, Mai easily pulled up her own test paper. Nobara shut her mouth. Not a single mark of red was on Mai’s paper.

“So three laws of Newton, enumerate them for me,” Mai asked Nobara. Without getting kicked out of the library, they started their tutoring session.

“Uh, I don’t remember but I don't think that’s how tutoring works, aren't you supposed to teach me those?”

“It’s a way to gauge your understanding.”

“You could have just asked what I didn't know.”

“And most of the time people say, ‘everything’, so just answer the damn question.”

Sheesh, Nobara can’t believe she had to put up with this, and it’s all for the sake of not losing a spot in the track team. “No clue,” she answered.

Mai sighed and continued to write Newton’s rules with little drawings accompanying them. She explained clearly and also didn’t leave out Nobara as Mai asked her questions on the steps.

Their session ended without any complaints.

“Here’s your payment.” Nobara handed a bag of chips.

“Till next time,” Mai bid her goodbye as she walked away.

—

“You asked for Mai’s help?” asked Maki. She and Nobara are doing their warm up stretches at the track field.

“She was….not that bad actually,” answered Nobara.

“She’s a total nerd, but doesn’t totally act like one. I asked for her help a lot in middle school but since I had to move out..”Maki’s face changed as her words trailed off. The concerned Nobara immediately looked at her.

“Is that why you had to work?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter now really,” Maki shut her down, leaving Nobara clueless if she should still pry more about it. Being the nosy girls she is, she came to Fushiguro after practice, and he was hanging out on the roof reading his book.

“Fushiguro, you said you and Maki-san are cousins, right?” She asked, sitting crossed legged next to him. The wind caressed her lightly, and it’s no wonder why Megumi chose this spot.

“Well, yeah.”

“What’s going on with her family?”

There was a brief silence between the two of them. Megumi took in a breath.

“She hasn’t said anything to you yet?”

Nobara shook her head. Megumi debated if he should outright spill the beans or not.

“In a short story, Maki moved into Gojo’s ‘cause she wanted to escape her family situation.”

“Wait, with Gojo? as in Gojo, our physics teacher?”

“Yes, and as you know, he’s my guardian, too.”

“Damn. You’ve always been secretive one Fushiguro and now you’re being bared open.”

Megumi looked at her, blinking his eyes. “ I thought the whole school’s aware I’m affiliated to Gojo.” That blabbering oversharing teacher would spill some beans about his life sometimes in the middle of lecture.

“Eh, but anyways, what exactly is this family situation?”

Megumi flipped through a page of the book he’s reading before saying, “I’d think it’s better if you ask Maki for it.”

Then right after that the rooftop door’s burst open as Yuuji comes in with a sandwich stuck between his teeth like a stereotypical anime school girl in the morning.

Nobara was thinking hard about it though. The thing for Maki-san. Yes, she did admire her on how much she grinds her ass off in every aspect of life possible. Yet even if Nobara knew her in that light, she never actually knew anything about Maki’s family or the Maki behind that front she strongly holds.

“Sup?” Yuuji asked as he approached Nobara. Then he paused and suddenly said, “Oh yeah, how did that thing for the Tutoring Master go?”

--

Mai heard footsteps passing the hallway outside her bedroom. She grew suspicious. Her bedroom is the one at the end of the hall, and the only time footsteps would be there is if Mai herself enters her room or there’s a person who’s gonna enter the room across from Mai's. Mai quickly got up her bed, feeling dizzy, yanked open the door. Her eyes went wide when she saw her sister standing there, surprised as well, ready to twist the doorknob to her own room.

“Maki, what are you doing here?” said Mai.

Her sister only smirked and answered, “You know my ways, little sister.”

Mai arched a brow and turned her head to the hallway where the glass sliding door leading to the balcony can be found.

“You didn’t actually just climb the-“

“I’ll be out of here real quick.” Maki proceeded to enter her room and unzipped her backpack. She grabbed some items from her closet then stuffed them in her bag.

Mai leaned on the doorway and looked down at her feet. She tried hard to watch Maki packing her bags like how much it stings when she did it months ago.

“I actually thought of dumping all your stuff today since you actually don’t need most of them,” sassed Mai. She tried biting back her tongue on how she missed her sister but at the same time how she despised Maki for doing that.

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” answered Maki, leaving her sister with no explanation at all.

Mai stayed silent. If she could, she would shut the door behind her and ask Makii why she did it. Why did she leave Mai all alone in this house? She would start a fight, a fight that wouldn’t even break past Maki’s barriers.

Maki noticed the silence so she said: “Saw you're doing this tutoring thing for school.”

“Well,” Mai crossed her arms. “Got my first customer actually. Bet ya know her, Kugisaki, was it?”

“You and Nobara?” Maki, her eyes went wide, fluttering her lids. “No way. You can’t stand a second without wanting to kill each other.”

“Hmmm, you really have no little faith in me like that?”

“It’s just hard to believe,” said Maki as she started walking back with her bag to the hallway.

“What if we make it work out? get close to her?” suddenly asked Mai. An idea had been crafting in her head at this point.

“Good for you, I guess,” shrugged Maki.

“Would that change you having a little faith in me?”

“I never said tha-“

“Answer the damn question, Maki.”

“If I say yes, what happens then?”

“You stay back home here with me.”

Maki chuckled, but the air got stiffer than before.

“Crazy Mai, I can’t do that.”

“Then explain it to me, why you just left me like that.”

“I got no time for this, right now,” Maki said as she checked her wrist watch. “How ‘bout just do whatever you want and let's save this for another day?”

Before Mai could even say something, Maki already fled to the balcony.

—

“Okay, fine, I need more of your help,” said Nobara. She had barged in the second year’s classroom and slammed papers on Mai’s chair. “And it’s English this time,” added Nobara.

Mai winced, just by taking a peak of Nobara’s paper. “I actually got full sessions for the library today.”

“But this is urgent for me, I got a test tomorrow!”

“And you should have just told me earlier.”

To be honest, Nobara had been actually fighting off her pride to give Mai another chance. Her fingers hovered over that Instagram DM the night before. It was just that she couldn’t believe it herself Mai was actually that nerdy.

“I’ll pay you extra,” tried to convince Nobara.

“I can squeeze you in a session but..” Mai paused, “you have to come over to my house.”

Nobara widened her eyes. Goddammit, she felt another battle of her pride incoming for this one. “F-fine,” gulped Nobara. Oh jeez, desperation does wonders to people. She did one when she badly had to pee and straight up cut the women’s line at the bathroom. But that was nothing compared to this that she quite find…embarassing.

Since Nobara had to stay for after school anyway because of track practice. Maki was absent during that day, and according to Megumi, she had to stay at home since she apparently got sick. Pretty weird for Maki when she take care of her form very much.

The two had to take a short bus trip going to Mai’s house. The whole time, Mai’s eyes locked in to Nobara’s English paper,and just from observing her, Nobara knew Mai is probably formulating a syllabus on how their tutoring session.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me something?” said Nobara when they were five seconds sitting in the bus.

“Last time you did, you weren’t helpful at all,” replied Mai outright. “It would be a complete waste of time.”

“Oh right.” Nobara huffed in her seat. Mai had a point; they were in a time crunch here.

“You sound offended.”

“As if I’ll never get offended by you in general.”

Mai merely ignored what Nobara said as she looked up at the bus window and pressed a button to alert the bus to stop at the next drop off. “We’re almost there,” she said

And soon both girls were walking up to the front of the Zenin’s estate. It was a huge house, and very traditional japanese type with wooden carved name plates at the gate plus tatami mats covering the living room.

“No Zenins right now. They are at work actually,” said Mai, pointing out the empty house.

They got to the second floor and into Mai’s room.

Nobara looked around her room. There were band posters, a row of cactus plants by the window, and actually fashion magazines plus books. It caught Nobara’s attention, and she went all grabby to it.

“I never told you to touch my stuff,” said Mai.

“Never knew you’d be into this stuff.” Lies. Nobara had seen the jackets Mai would wear above her uniform and the school bags Mai brought that change at least every week.

Flipping to another page, Nobara noticed how the magazine featured actual photos of people that were taken at Tokyo to showcase their street fashion outfits.

“I’ve been to those kinds of events,” brought up Mai. “With my friends, Kasumi and Momo. It was a really fun day for me.” Mai smiled at that memory.

“For real?”

“Yup, but c’mon, let’s just get your English papers started.”

Nobara gritted her teeth. She wanted to know more, and she swore she’s gonna be insanely distracted just thinking about it during this session.

“Hey, you listening?” Mai snapped a finger. She even noticed it. “I said what’s the plural form of goose.”

“Uh, gooses?” Nobara attempted to save her ass. Aside from the magazine, Nobara had been trying to peek in the closet in the corner of Mai’s room. It was slightly open, leaving some of Mai’s clothes seen.

“Wrong.” Mai then proceeded to whack Nobara’s head with her rolled English papers.

“Jeez, was that even necessary!” Nobara caressed her head.

“You’re clearly distracted.”

“You didn’t have to be violent.” Nobara stood up from her chair, fists tightening.

“That’s like you weren’t violent in the first place anyway.” Mai stood up from her chair as well. She closed in her face towards Nobara.

“And you know I’d shut up that mouth of yours easily.” Nobara squinted her eyes, looking down and landing on Mai’s lips.

“Try me,” Mai taunted, licking her lips. She abruptly brought her face inches closer.

Nobara could feel their breaths synchronized to each other like a slight movement could end them up touching each other’s noses and..

Mai noticed how Nobara’s pupils became dilated. She smirked and then whispered, “So, what is it gonna be, Kugisaki?”

Her voice crooned that sent Nobara to get frozen in the ground like Mai casted some sort of spell on her.

’Move, you idiot!’ Nobara’s brain tried to say. But looking at those lips. So plump like it was really taken well care of. The smell of it sticking to Nobara’s nose. It was those kinds of things she wanted.

Mai shifted her hands closer on the table to where Nobara had been supporting her torso. Her eyes were still wide eyed bit when Mai started fluttering her eyes slowly, Nobara fell onto her as her own eyes slightly relieved, binking.

Just centimeters closer that deed could be done and Nobara’s first would be…

Mai’s bedroom door opened with a bang, and a disheveled Maki with her hair down stood at the doorway. Her mouth slightly agape. “I must be interrupting something here.” She pushed her glasses up.

“Maki-san! It’s not what you-“ Nobara jumped away from Mak that she hit her back on one of the cabinets so badly.

Mai snickered, totally amused by this situation.

“Oh,” another voice said at the door. “Never expected you’d be here.”

Nobara and Mai didn’t notice his sea urchin hair the first time around.

“Megumi?!” Both girls said at the same time.

He responded by just nodding.

“Sorry to ruin one of your shenanigans, Mai, but there’s something I need from the house.”

Mai walked to the door, like she didn’t try to purposefully lean into Nobara’s lips.

“Hey!” The girl called out. “We’re not done yet!” Nobara made the eye to eye motion with her hands. There was no freaking way she’d let Mai just walk out when she almost kinda harassed Nobara.

Mai quickly closed the door as she followed Maki to her room just across her sister’s.

“I never knew you’d take the word literally,” said Maki.

“Eh, which one?”

“You know, “getting close”?”

“You know my ways,” Mai said, a sly smile on her lips. “What is it you need?”

“Oh yeah, my meds for my migraine.”

Mai remembered it well that when they were younger, Maki had terrible migraines when her first period happened. As she got older, it was still hunting her.

“Never took it with me ‘cause I didn’t feel it for a while. Now, it looks like it’s coming back for my ass.”

“Yeah..” Mai’s voices trailed off. The cruel reality dropped weights on her when she realized after this, Maki was gonna leave again. Her sister caught on with Mai’s solemn expression.

“Hey, since you took your word, what if I’ll treat you tonight? At McDonalds? Instead of staying here at home, which I can’t do.”

For a second, Mai was face lit up, but was quick to be back in her bitchy face. “You’re not kidding?” She asked.

—

The sisters didn’t mind having Nobara and Megumi tag along with them to the nearest McDonalds.

Their group sat at separate tables in pairs. Nobara with Megumi and then the sisters together.

“You know, you look like a crazy person right now, chomping your burger like that,” commented Megumi as he watched Nobara stuff her cheeks and munch her burger with a deep frown.

She was staring at the sister’s table right across from them. And they were busy arguing about dipping fries on the vanilla sundae.

“So you don’t have a smidge of idea at all about them,” added Megumi, and it tore Nobara’s lifelong stare to the sisters.

“What I’ve seen is are annoyed with each other, especially Mai to Maki to the point where she ridiculously bullies her.”

“That’s the surface level of it.”

“Tell me then, Fushiguro.”

“Like I said before, ask Maki.”

And right, she still hadn’t done that.

“But it looks like they’re getting along,” said Megumi, watching the sister’s steal each other’s fries. “I think that what matters for now.”

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