#one of these days I'm just going to stop drawing figurative stuff all together and it'll just be weird squiggly tubes floating in voids

[rogueddie]

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

For the next three days, Steve spends all his time hanging with El.

It's fun. She makes a little routine, once they find things they both enjoy, and does the best she can to make sure they're both happy. Steve is only confused when Hopper acts like she's really young- he can see how mature she is. She's practically a grown up!

It's calm, quiet, repetitive. That's why, when Hopper bursts inside one day, he's startled.

He's not supposed to be back for a while yet.

El is up, immediately, with a dark expression- like she's gearing up for battle. "What is it?"

"The Harringtons are home," Hopper says as he grabs some of the things the group had gathered, temporarily belonging to Steve. "They were asking too many questions. It's not safe for him here."

"Where will he go?"

"Munson said they can make room. They'd never think to look for him there and, knowing him, kid can probably hide him better than us."

El nods, satisfied, moving to help bag Steves things.

"Am I in trouble?" Steve finally asks.

"Not if I can help it," Hopper mutters.

"You are not in trouble," El quickly clarifies. "We are trying to make sure you are safe and happy. Eddie can do that for you, now that we can't. He cares for you. It will be ok."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

Neither let him help them get things together for him, reassuring him that they can take care of it- of him. El tries to include him, quietly asking him to get his yellow sweater.

But, soon, they're speeding out and and away from the little cabin that Steve has grown to love.

With how small and cramped it is, it felt so homely. Cozy. Lived in. Every corner is used for something, so many little signs of love and family- from the dishrack distant enough from the sink for two people to wash and dry, to the polaroids of El and her friends stuck to the walls.

It's why, when they pull into the trailer park, Steve feels hopeful.

The door opens, as soon as they stop, Eddie darting out to meet them in the middle. He grabs the bag, crouching a little to scoop Steve up and hold him on his hip, the same way Robin did.

"I got him," he says, reassuring. He looks too frantic for it to be convincing. "Go."

"Keep your radio on," Hopper replies. "Stay safe, kid!"

The engine starts up, pulling out and away, before Eddie can even step inside the trailer.

Another man is there, lounging on the sofa- he offers a small wave when he notices Steve looking, voice low and warm when he says; "hey kid, you alright?"

Steve nods, a little too nervous from the rush and new place to speak.

"I'm gonna get him set up in my room," Eddie explains, as he starts towards the hallway.

"Yell if you need anything!"

"That's my uncle," Eddie explains, as he steps inside the end room. Theres marks and tack on the wall, where posters used to be displayed but since taken down. "He's a big ol' softie, don't worry. He's gonna love you."

It takes Steve a moment to notice that the matress is the only bed in the room.

"Stay out of this draw," Eddie says, snapping his fingers to get Steves attention. He glances at the drawers, before patting the top. "Actually, don't go in any of these. Out of bounds, got it?"

"Out of bounds," Steve repeats, nodding.

"I'm gonna have to hang these up with my stuff," Eddie continues, opening his wardrobe. "Or... in this little box? Yeah, that's perfect, I'll just put them in here."

The box is sat at the very bottom, not too high and out of Steves reach.

"Uh... my guitars, too, don't touch them."

"I won't touch your things without asking."

"Thanks. But that's all, I think. Any questions?"

"Where am I sleeping?"

"There." He points to the mattress.

"Oh... where will you sleep?"

"The sofa. Wayne and I have a whole schedule figured out. It's a pull out bed, don't stress, it's fine."

"But your bed is here."

"And you're sleeping here."

"But it... you should sleep here. It's your room."

"Would you rather share?"

Steve looks to the mattress. It's not big, barely more than a single, but he's still small. Eddie is thin.

"Yes?"

"Boys!" Eddies uncle calls, before Eddie can reply. "Food!"

"We'll talk more at bedtime, alright?" Eddie offers.

Dinner is a quiet affair. Eddie seems uncomfortable the entire time, eventually admitting that they don't usually sit down for dinner- but Wayne quickly points out that they used to, when he was a kid. He points out that Steve deserves a nice family sit down too.

Steve struggles to keep him mouth shut, face neutral, at that. Despite only just meeting the man, the ease at which he offers his home and family is... Steve isn't sure. But it makes his stomach squirm, full of warmth and affection.

Most of the day is spent in front of the TV. Eddie is the only one really watching though- Wayne spends most of the time teaching Steve how to play cards.

The sky is turning dark with the setting sun when someone starts frantically pounding at the door.

"Where is he?" A familiar voice asks, when Eddie finally answers the door. "Hop said he's here, right?"

"He's here, come on."

Wayne gestures for Steve to come back out the little cupboard Eddie hard pointed to, for him to hide in.

"Steve," Robin sighs, crouching down so she can pull him into a painfully tight hug. "Are you ok? How are you doing? Do you need anything? Are you safe here? I can-"

"Buckley," Eddie snaps. He's smiling though, playfully smacks her shoulder. "He's fine, we're taking care of him."

"Good, that's good," she says, voice distant. She's too distracted, looking him over. She pauses when she lifts his hand, spotting the nail polish. "Oh, wow. These are, uh... really pretty. I didn't know you could paint nails so good."

"El did them," he quietly admits. He glances from Wayne to Eddie-

Who holds up his own hand, showing the black nail polish he's wearing.

"Not as cute as your yellow, but hey, black is my color."

"Black isn't a color, dipshit," Robin snorts.

Steve looks to Wayne, who wiggles his eyebrows when Eddie and Robin start bickering- which quickly devolves into playful wrestling.

"Ed," Wayne says, clicking his tongue. "Time."

"Oh, fuck," Robin replies, jumping up. "I have to go."

"So soon?" Steve frowns.

"Aw, don't give me those eyes, I have to! I wasn't meant to go out at all. I'll come back tomorrow, ok? I'll figure out something we can do. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Once Wayne has seen Robin out, he turns to Eddie with a raised brow. "Time for Steve to sleep, Eds."

"It's only-"

"Ed."

"Yeah, yeah, alright. Come on, big boy."

Standing in Eddies room, they both stare at the mattress. Steve turns to him, hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows at him.

He rolls his eyes, grumbling, "alright, fine, we'll try both of us. But don't whine when we don't fit or you're uncomfortable!"

He continues grumbling, as he digs through the wardrobe and some drawers, muttering about how he hasn't had to wear a pajama set for years.

Steve points to the bed, once they're both changed; "you get in first."

"Bossy."

Once Eddies laying down, Steve crawls in beside him, curling up to his side the way he does with his mother. It's so rare that she'd let him spend a night cuddled with her, but it's always brought so much comfort.

He's surprised that it's no different when it's Eddie that he's cuddling up to- he thinks it might be better. There's no complaints about sharing space with him, rather about the space.

"Is this ok?" He has to ask.

"Yeah," Eddie mumbles, shifting a little, arm curling a little tighter around him. "Yeah, it's alright."

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet

[melminli]

My Girl

pairing: maki zen'in x fem. reader

summery - being in love with your best friend can be difficult sometimes, maybe even more when you're both girls.

word count: 1.8k

contains: wlw, grumpy black cat x happy golden retriever trope, fluff, angst, internalized homophobia, comfort, modern au

She had been an outsider since the day she was born. Someone who didn't belong, someone who didn't conform to the norm. Her family made her feel that way since the day she was born, and so she grew up in a pretty pessimistic world. She got used to her situation. Well, she kinda had to. It wasn't a hard pill to swallow since she didn't know any different and was used to dealing with the situation. Her parents might rather have one strong boy than two weak girls, and she might rather have other parents. Guess not everyone can have what they want.

Maki watched you with a longing look while you were fooling around with inumaki at some store window a little further away. You smiled as you excitedly pointed your finger at various objects and pulled the arm of the boy next to you to draw his attention abruptly to something else every now and then.

After a while, she turned her eyes away from you in shame, having been watching your figure a little too closely and paying a little too much attention to your various facial expressions.

You were a new reason for Maki to feel like an outsider in this world, and this time, it scared her a little because it wasn't the situation she was used to. If she knew that I think about her like that, it would certainly make her sad. She thought to herself and then sighed. I should just not think about her, maybe not think at all.

"They spend a lot of time in front of that store, I'm afraid we won't be able to get them out once they go in." Yuuta laughed next to her while scratching his head a little worriedly. His eyes then wandered to the sign again. "I didn't realize those two were so into this sanrio stuff."

Maki looked at him out of the corner of her eye before adjusting her glasses. "She's liked sweet stuff ever since I've known her, whether it's stuffed animals or food. Inumaki says it's not really his thing, and he just doesn't mind going along with her, but I think he secretly likes all that stuff, too."

Yeah, from Yuuta's observations, that explanation seemed accurate. "That stuff doesn't really seem to be your thing, though, and yet you didn't object when she said she wanted to visit this store. If it's one of us who asks you to hang out, you're never in the mood." He playfully referred to himself and the other boys.

She shrugged her shoulders uninterestedly. "That's because I don't like you guys. Don't want to waste my time." Maki said without hesitation and sent an arrow into Yuuta's heart. "Although well, I guess you're not entirely wrong. Sweet stuff isn't really my thing, I guess. But that's okay, I don't mind. Besides, we sometimes do things I like as well."

Yuuta recovered and raised an eyebrow with interest. "Yeah? Like what?"

The time a few weeks ago were you two were at the movies together came to her mind. "We watched a horror movie a while ago." She said, grinning slightly at the memory.

The boy looked a little irritated. He knew that you were quite the scaredy cat, especially when it came to jumpscares. "Really? That doesn't sound like her."

Maki shrugged her shoulders. "I was surprised too when she offered to go with me after I mentioned that I wanted to see this new movie coming out." She admitted. "It was kind of cute though, she hardly dared to take her hands off her face. I don't know what made her do that to herself. I really can't figure out what's going on in her head sometimes."

Yuuta had to stop himself from sighing. It's so obvious, though. "Yeah, it really is a great mystery....I also want to emphasize again that I think it's really mean of you how you prefer her to all of us." The boy pouted slightly. I mean, I understand why, but she still doesn't have to say it like that.

"It's different with her." She said directly as her eyes turned back to your figure, who finally decided to storm into the store and waved excitedly to her to signal it. "...she's my best friend."

The black-haired boy looked somewhat doubtful at his friend, who made her way over to you. "...sure." He said with narrowed eyes and followed her. Me when I'm lying.

Green eyes looked down at the small plush toy pendant in her hand and stroked her finger through the fabric. What was the name of that thing again...was it Kuromi? Maki asked herself inwardly, not knowing exactly what kind of animal it was supposed to represent as she inspected it from different angles. It doesn't matter, you bought it for her the other day from this store you went to. She didn't remember what yours was called, but you had the pink version or whatever.

"Hey Maki, are you ready to go? Sorry if you had to wait a while, Jun was holding me up a bit. I mean, I swear to god she's really cute but also so pushy sometimes." You sighed and set off as she got up from her seat on the bench. It had become routine for the two of you to go to the café near the school building every Tuesday since you both got out early and liked to go for drinks together.

"That's all right. You always write me a hundred messages if you're being really late." She teased you and knew that it always secretly bothered you that you were always runnung somewhat late since you just didn't really have a good sense of time.

You avoided her gaze. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." You just replied and stopped on the sidewalk when you both reached the red light.

Maki didn't even try to stifle her grin. "So, which one was Jun again?" She asked you because she couldn't always put a name to the stories you told her.

"She's the one who always asks me what kind of guys I like so she can link me to one of her friends." You said a little annoyed at the memory and walked across the intersection as the light changed to green. "I don't know what her problem is, to be honest, like how about just someone who's halfway a decent person, huh? From what she told me about her boyfriend, I doubt she knows anyone like that."

Maki just looked to the side a little uncomfortably at the subject. I shouldn't have asked, ugh. She didn't like being reminded of how you could probably have something like a boyfriend someday. Even though you hated men and were always ranting about them, it somehow seemed like that in the end, the pretty girls with a sweet personality like you would end up with some weird asshole.

She tried to shake the thought out of her mind as she held the door open for you. No, not even over my dead body.

That sounded like a nightmare. She would never let something like that happen. Maki continued to be a little lost in thought as you ordered for the two of you (a sweet iced coffee and a hot black coffe with sugar), and when a good seat became available, you just told her to sit there quickly while you waited for the drinks.

"Here you go." You said and sat down in front of her after placing the two cups on the table. As you took a sip of your sweet coffee, you noticed something unusual. "Huh? Look." You said, pointing to your cup. "Someone has written down their number."

Both of your eyes turned to the counter where a barista guy waved charmingly at you. "...hey, do you think he's attractive?" You asked playfully after overcoming your confusion.

Maki turned her slightly annoyed gaze to you. "No, not really." She answered you curtly and couldn't help but think of more scenarios in her head. First, that girl from your class who wanted to set you up with some guy, now some guy who came up to you out of nowhere.

She didn't want to think about it - she never wanted to, which is why she always blocked it out. You rarely talked to her about your love life, mainly because no one really interested you, and that was enough for Maki not to worry about...this stuff. But if others were interested in you like today...who's to say you wouldn't want to try it out at some point?

"Really? He's kinda hot, though." You replied, slightly surprised, as you played with your straw. "What's your type, then?"

"I like them more cute." She replied bluntly.

You blinked and looked around as if you were casually asking. "Cute? Like cute guys?"

This time, she didn't hesitate. Not like all the other times, because even if Maki might have many regrets in her life, she didn't want to put seeing you with some boy on that list. "No, more like cute girls."

It might be that the whole world would reject her for it, and she would forever remain an outsider, but maybe that didn't even matter. As long as she felt like she belonged by your side, the world and whoever else could reject her as much as they wanted, because how happy could such a world really make her?

Maki couldn't control everything, even if she might have liked it that way sometimes, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Yes, this isn't too bad. That's what she thought when she felt her heart warm up by just looking at you.

Maybe I can have a little control, though. Over this. Maki took your hand in hers as a slight blush spread across her cheeks the moment your eyes met. " - like you. I like cute girls like you."

#x reader #x female y/n #x female reader #x fem!reader #wlw #maki zenin #maki x reader #maki x you #jjk imagines #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen maki #fanfiction #anime #anime x reader #x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x female reader

[obsessedwrhys]

Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

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Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

#CHAT IS THIS REAL #BEEN CRUSHING ON THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby tlou2 #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #fluff #x reader #abby anderson tlou2

[sweaterkittensahoy]

this is soooooo insanely self indulgent but for fic prompts could u write something where bucky is so attracted to buck’s brain to the point where it’s literally a turn on but buck is used to people not caring (his shitty parents) so he doesn’t really get it

The biggest trick any unit has to learn is what to do with downtime. There's things to do in Boise, but it's important to not just let the boys loose every day and night they aren't training.

Lectures are semi-popular. Buck offers up a few on science. High-school level stuff explaining physics and chemistry. Things a lot of the boys already know a little about and want to know more.

Bucky slips into the back of the room for one of them, standing against the wall because there's no free space to sit. It makes him smile. Buck's whole face lights up when he figures out a good topic for a lecture, and Bucky's glad to see how many seem to like them.

Buck steps up to the lectern and grins at the boys. "Who wants to figure out the best order to lose all four engines and survive?" he asks.

"Can we figure it out the other way, too?" Hambone asks, which makes everyone laugh, even Buck.

"Sure," he says. "But I'll let anyone who doesn't want that knowledge cut out before we talk about it."

Bucky chuckles as Buck turns towards the chalkboard and someone sends a paper airplane through the air, hitting Buck in the back.

"Douglass, that's five demerits," Buck says.

There's a few moments of tussling around Douglass as his friends give him grief, but they all go quiet when Buck turns to face the room again and says, "Okay, let's talk gravity."

Bucky follows the lecture easily. He and Buck have had these conversations before, Buck breaking down the science when Bucky can't follow, making sure he can explain it back to him before he picks up again. It means he can relax and simply watch Buck.

Buck's got the room's attention, his deep voice carrying easily, and the loose-limbed way he moves keeping everyone's attention. He walks the boys through equations and illustrations, drawing a full layout of the fuel line hosing from memory to help the discussion about how gravity and mass and velocity all wrap together to affect which engine has the best chance of running the longest even if the fuel pressure drops.

Bucky shifts his hat, moving it from under his arm to hold in both hands in front of his belt to hide the fact that his dick is half-hard. Buck's face is bright and relaxed as he answers a question about the equation. Bucky watches the pilot who asked the question nod along as he makes sense of Buck's answer.

He's so goddamn smart, Buck is. It makes Bucky feel like his insides are sparking when it's on display like this. Buck knows so much and explains it all so well. He's so open with what he knows and never tires at questions or confusion. Watching him be happy to share makes Bucky want to cut the lecture short so he can kiss him silly, taste the chalk dust that's settled on him, and tell him how amazing he is.

The lecture ends, and the room empties out. Bucky stays put, nodding to a few of the boys who say hello. Buck stays up at the front of the room, looking at the chalkboard like he's appreciating his own work.

"Another sold out show," Bucky says once they're alone.

Buck turns and ducks his head. "I think I'm the only show on today."

"That's not true, and you know it," Bucky replies, pushing off the wall and walking slowly up the center aisle to Buck. "You had them eating out of your hand, like always."

"It's just about finding the right way to explain it," Buck says. "That's not hard."

Bucky stops close enough to Buck that their buttons brush together. "You are so goddamn smart it makes me crazy," he says. "You know all this stuff, and you can explain it, and you can figure out how to make it interesting for anyone."

Buck slips a hand over Bucky's hip and shifts so he can slip a leg between Bucky's. "Did I get you riled up again, Major?"

"You rile me up every fucking second," Bucky says, cupping the side of Buck's neck. "But, yeah, watching you work that big brain in front of a crowd really gets me going."

Buck huffs a laugh and brushes his mouth against Bucky's. Bucky tastes the chalk dust and bites his lip so he doesn't moan. "Only you," he says, and it's deeply affectionate.

"Come on," Bucky says, tilting his head to one side. "Let me suck you off while you rattle off geometry proofs."

Buck snorts and shoves at Bucky, but then he reels him right back in and kisses him properly, a slow, steady movement of their mouths matched with an easy glide of their tongues. "I may be the brains of the operation, but you're the romantic," he says.

Bucky laughs and rocks against Bucky's thigh, sighing when Bucky shifts so there's more pressure on his cock. "Come on," he says, "Let's go find a spot to fuck my brains out."

"Only yours?" Buck asks.

Bucky shivers at the challenge in Buck's tone. "I'll never manage, but I will wear myself out trying."

Buck grins at him and takes one step back, grabbing Bucky's hand and pulling him along. "An equal amount of pressure on both sides," he says. "That's physics."

"Uh-huh," Bucky replies. "Keep talking dirty."

#clegan #prompt #fic #buck is so smart it makes bucky so stupid #he's fine with that #masters of the air

[gilverrwrites]

i’ve sent this request to river-rat69, but wanted to see how you would potentially interpret it >_>

exploring interests with jack and finding a common one? like art? perhaps?

just a cute idea idk

Finding common interests with Jack

Author note: That is super cute! I'm note sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

I will also note, I know a common opinion is that Jack is like a child in an adult body, but I always read him more as like an adult with minimal world or social skills.

Can be read as romantic or platonic.

Rating: General

Genre: Pure fluff

Please be kind to your mind ❤︎

I feel like if Jack wants to make a connection with someone, he will try anything at least once.

He's a 20-year-old who has never had to make friends before. Cas and the Winchesters are family, thats different. Friends he has to make an effort for. (At least in his head.)

If he thinks you really enjoy something that he doesn't, he won’t want to hurt your feelings. He wants you to like him.

So even if he doesn’t enjoy something that much, he’ll try to pretend.

It’s up to you to figure that out and stop him from torturing himself.

He’s too nice, loyal to a fault.

Although, the many sceptical questions and the suspicious looks are a dead giveaway.

“Is it supposed to smell this strong?” Yep “And I can��t eat it?” No, Jack, it’s soap! “And we’re wearing gloves because? It’s dangerous, yep, got it.” “Is this what a headache feels like? NO! It’s fun! If you like it, I like it.” “It takes HOW LONG to cure?”

Probably stay away from things like candle and soap making.

He likes stability, so I think having a set day each week, or a couple of hours each night to do stuff together, would be ideal for him.

He’d love bonding over shared interests in films and TV.

He doesn’t have to eat, but I think he would enjoy trying new foods.

So: having a weekly film night would be awesome. Where you can both veg out on the couch together, eat whatever new or different foods you find at the supermarket, and watch horror (primarily zombie) and/or sci-fi films together. 

Or spend the weekend binge-watching The Walking Dead or The Cornetto Trilogy (+ Paul, non negotiable).

Video games too: Left 4 Dead, Fallout etc

Then fall asleep where you're lounging, talking about your faves and your fan theories. 

I don’t know that he would be into making art, per se, but I think he would like crafts.

I feel like Jack would really like those diamond painting thingies. Or just like, bedazzling things in general.

Like, I can see him contracting some weird cosmic-being version of the flu, being quarantined with an Angel!Reader and it being like that one episode of Malcolm in the Middle. 

Also legos. Just things that take a lot of attention to detail, something that can take his mind off of the constant pressure he is under, that you can really focus on, but that has a cool pay off at the end.

Animation as well, both watching (more 2D stuff like Batman, Invincible, Nimona)

And doing– probably more like stop motion, with again, legos, or claymodels. 

(I’m totally not projecting because I am an animation nerd)

He would, however, enjoy art galleries and museums.

Being able to admire and learn about things created by humans throughout history would be so astounding.

Would like to have you with him so you can observe, learn, and discuss together.

If you’re interested but unable to go with him, he’ll memorise everything so he can relay it all to you later, or pick up a bunch of leaflets for you to read. Or he’ll make a note of all his favourite parts so he can take you there another time.

He would have a similar sentiment if you are an artistic person. 

He doesn’t want to draw or paint stuff with you, but he would like watching you and your creative process (if you don’t mind being watched)

Like absolutely fascinated by your ability to create something from nothing. Something that evokes emotion or tells a story – wow!!

Your number one supporter. Gift him your art, and he’ll put it on his bedroom wall.

Those galleries I mentioned earlier, he’s buying you both tickets to go see your inspirations shows or displays.

Wants to look through all your old works, he doesn’t care if that horse you drew when you were 12 is the wrong shape and has wonky eyes, he thinks its so cool that you tried, and practiced, and learned. That’s human ingenuity.

You’re so cool.

#jack kline #jack kline x reader #supernatural #headcanons #supernatural headcanons #jack kline headcanons #gilverrwrites

[rotten-corpses-blog]

If you're familiar with the nickelodeon show Victorious, can you do a Billy Loomis x reader who's a lot like jade west. They meet and become close and deal with her savagery, and tell about ghostface cause he has a crush. At one point she breaks up with her boyfriend (Beck) like in the show, and Billy tries to comfort her. Then they become high school's scary couple.

I watched this when I was like 10 so it has been a while, so it may not be exactly what you meant lol. I still hope you enjoy tho! I changed some stuff around to better fit the plot of scream and the cannon violence of the movie.

(Contents: cursing, smoking, drinking, violence and murder)

We were made for each other darling… 

Y/N knows she’s an asshole, mean, snarky, whatever you want to call her she doesn’t give a shit. She’s the school's bad girl and she’s proud of that fact. Her boyfriend, Beck, is down to earth and a good person all around. Nobody knows how you two got together and why on earth someone like Beck would be dating the antichrist of Woodsboro High School. She has a few friends, she usually keeps to herself anyways so no need for friends. Y/N was doing her usual teen delinquent stuff when she caught the eyes of Billy Loomis. He’s the hottest guy at this god forsaken school with his bad boy attitude and pretty brown eyes. Any girl in their right mind would have the hots for him, Y/N included. The bell rang to go to first period, Y/N could have sworn that she felt Loomis’s gaze on her as she walked to her history class.

(Billy’s POV)

Billy has had the hots for Y/N for forever it feels like, he has always had vivid daydreams of them just… existing together, holding and loving each other. But, two things stood in the way of his dream. Sidney and Beck are like a road block for him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without your love. His plan involved Sidney, so he needed her and cheating was off the table because he knows Tatum would draw blood and Y/N would fight right back. And Beck? Well he could kill him whenever he feels like it, the murders have put everyone on edge for days so he knows if he gets close to you, you would come to him for comfort because you're scared. God, He wishes it was easy to get what he wants.

(Your POV)

It’s lunch time and you're sitting with Beck and his friends, when you feel Billy staring at you again. You have to admit he’s cute, but this is getting a bit creepy. “Hey, you ok? It’s like you're on a different planet.” Beck said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oh yeah, I guess I'm tired or something.” you said, deciding to ignore the staring Loomis behind you. Beck smiled at you and gave you a squeeze, then continued talking with his friends.

After school you were walking home when you felt someone follow you, when you turned around you saw the figure of Billy Loomis. “I didn’t know you were into stalking Loomis, are you some kind of creep who's obsessed with me or something?” you said stopping in your tracks and putting your hands or your waist. He just chuckled “No, I didn’t know it was a crime to walk behind you though. I’m just trying to be friendly, that’s all.” You just rolled your eyes, “You have a strange way of making friends, Loomis.” Billy ran his hand through his hair and got closer to you, “How about I walk you to my house and we watch a movie? Then you can decide if I'm worth your time.” you smiled and started to walk, “Deal, but you're buying the pizza Loomis.”

It’s been a few days and you could say that you and Billy were good friends. Watching movies, smoking a cigarette or two together made up most of your evenings. You two just clicked, it’s like you were made for each other, and you could say there was something besides friendship budding between the two of you. Your time with Beck was replaced with time with Billy and Beck wasn’t happy about you hanging out with another guy so much so he dumped you. You were heart broken, but Billy was there with open arms to comfort you. That event only made the two of you closer and the spark between the two of you burned brighter. Now you were going to Stu’s party, school was canceled because of the killings. But hey, no school and a night of free booze? You can’t complain about something like that. You were currently in Stu’s kitchen drinking your bodyweight in alcohol, mostly because Billy was paying more attention to goddamn Sidney Presscott instead of you. As much as you would like to say you weren't jealous, you totally were. But all you can do right now is try to let loose and try to forget about your feelings for your friend. You poured yourself another drink when Beck walked up to you, “Y/N? Why are you here?” he asked with a stupid look on his face. “What does it look like dumbass? I’m trying to get drunk.” you said rolling your eyes to show your frustration. “Look, you don’t get to be mad at me, I have the right to be upset about you and Billy. There is something going on there.” Beck said with more anger in his voice. “Are you calling me a cheater? I told you we are just friends, nothing else. You're the one being irrational!” you yelled getting more and more sick of this conversation. “Oh please! What else were you doing with him? It’s not like anyone would actually be frie-” He didn’t even get the whole sentence out before you punched him square in the jaw, as you walked away you heard yells and cheers from your drunk classmates. You sat yourself down in a random room and just tried to catch your breath. Then you felt someone sit on the bed beside you, you could tell just by the cologne that it’s Billy. “Heard you punched Beck, sorry I wasn’t there to see it.” Billy said putting his hand on your thigh, it may have been the alcohol or the anger and want pulsing through your veins. But Before Billy could say anything else you smashed your lips on his pulling him into an aggressive makeout session. When you two parted you looked at Billy’s face and said. “I think I’m in love with you.” Billy ran his hands through your hair and said “Me too, I always had a thing for you.” then it dawned on you, “Oh god what about Sidney?” Billy had a dark look in his eyes. “Don’t worry about that doll, she won’t be alive long enough to know about us.”  “Billy, what do you mean by that? Wait, were you the one killing all those people?” you asked looking into his eyes. “I was, and Sidney and her friends are next. Stu and I have been working on this for years.” Billy rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip. “Are you scared of me? Gonna call the cops?” he asked in a low husky voice. “No! Don't worry about that Billy.” Billy looked at you with a smirk. “I always knew you were like me, god you were made for me.” he said “I have one request though.” you said, “Anything you want dear.” you giggled darkly “let me help slaughter some bitches.” Billy smiled wide, “Deal”

#billy loomis x reader #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis smut #yandere billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis

[writerof-thewoods]

hai ^u^ um i was wondering if you had any toddler / baby regressor vanessa headcanons from the fnaf movie ? :00 or anything about her hehe , i'm an introject of her and i've been looking for some stuff :33

I do actually!! She's been on my mind a lot recently, so here's what I have for her :D

(I'm probably going to include some of my other headcanons just because I feel like they fit here as well if that's okay!)

Baby Regressor! Vanessa

She's not quite sure what her age range is, though she does know it's pretty small. Mainly because it's before she can remember all the things that happened with her family, so with being pretty young at that state, it's between 0-3.

Very independent, "I can do it myself !!" I feel like she wouldn't really care about having a caregiver, like it's not something she thinks she needs, but won't say no if it happens.

Because of that, she has trouble letting her guard down around others when she's regressed (mainly Mike). Feeling that vulnerable around someone else reminds her of when she was a kid, so it's hard for her to trust that he won't do anything to her.

Dealing with the trauma of everything is hard on someone that's as small as she is. Her brain doesn't know how to process it all and it takes a toll on her both mentally and emotionally. Sometimes she just cries and doesn't know why, but aside from that, she's not really an explosive or overly emotional kid. Mainly a little bit more sensitive than anything.

Is a little nervous when it comes to him acting like a sort of parental/brother figure towards her. She hasn't experienced that in a long time and ever since she's worried it would turn out just like her relationship with her father. That she'll be rejected, taken advantage of, or forced to "grow up."

Mike, being the ever-patient guy he is, wishes he could get rid of those feelings for her. He'd never hurt Vanessa and despite how much she questions it, he still reassures her that he won't.

Will tag along with him anytime she can. He's pretty much the one person she trusts with this and will take up any chance to be around him. Since she's content to pretty much sit and sleep or watch, he doesn't mind.

He also gets much more protective over her when she's little. It could be something as small as seeing a bug in the house or crossing the street, but whatever it is, he's making sure she's alright. That's his baby and though he's still figuring it out, he'll do anything for her.

Very tired kiddo, but hates sleeping alone. She spends most nights (if they aren't with each other) on the phone with Mike or falling asleep together (which happens more often than the former.) And he, having a similar problem, is cool with it either way.

Has a plush bunny (and later on, all the other animatronics) that she keeps with her at all times. It's small enough to fit in her pocket, so she can bring it in to work whenever she's having a rough day.

While her skills aren't as good as they normally are, she still loves to draw with Abby when she feels old enough to. Most of the time they're just scribbles and she's proud of it either way.

S O many forts. It's not even funny. They're her favorite spot to be in and there's no stopping her and Abby from building them.

Speaking of which, it was difficult in the first place to tell Mike about her regression, and it was even more so when it came to Abby. She was a kid and Vanessa didn't expect her to understand it, plus she worried that it would freak her out. They didn't exactly say it was that, but they pretty much put in a way that made sense to Abby. And she didn't mind, she was actually happy to have someone to play with, even if it wasn't someone exactly her age.

She never had a ton of pet names growing up, so Mike takes advantage of that. Mainly variations of her name like "Nessa", and he calls her ones he finds silly or funny. Like "Peanut" or "Munchkin." He does have a favorite though and ends up calling her "Little Lady" most often.

Much more comfortable with PDA/touching in general when she's little. Even if it's just small, subtle things like holding each other's pinkies or holding hands. It helps her feel safer to know that someone else is there like "Hey, I got you." And it helps both her and Mike open up more to each other by doing it.

the DNI banner credit goes to @geekgirl-33, I hope it's okay that I used it!

#request answered! #writing requests #agere writing #fnaf agere headcanons #little!vanessa shelly #regressor!vanessa shelly #caregiver!mike schmidt #mike & vanessa #Mike x Vanessa #my headcanons #my writing #agere blog #fnaf agere #five night's at freddy's #five night's at freddy's movie headcanons #willowws writing

[justheblueberry]

the process of binding a study in scarlette:

SO. i had a Vision for this fic, right from the start. so many new things i wanted to do and almost no idea how to do it. but let's start from the beginning, shall we?

i usually don't do anywhere NEAR this amount of brainstorming and designing but the fic has so many motifs and details that i knew i wanted to fit in, so i had to draw it all out and piece everything together.

here are a few of my behind-the-scenes brainstorming notes:

this was the very first brainstorm i did, it was basically me flinging a bunch of cool book stuff i saw other people doing at the wall and seeing what stuck in my brain.

this was an idea for a cover which incorporated symbols for each of the chapters inside the branches, but i just wasn't fond of the execution of the draft. so i scrapped it, eventually settling on the silhouette cover for the final.

i had big dreams! and not much experience to back it up with ! so after finishing the typeset, i put it aside for a bit and did a couple other binds first.

this was my second brainstorm, i started to figure out the direction i wanted the illustrations to go in, no longer aimlessly tossing vibes around!

i did a lot of waffling about different versions of the back cover design. here's a couple that i scrapped!

over the summer, i decided to finally stop procrastinating and printed out the typeset (after making a few revisions to it). it's a Chonk. i pressed it some, which helped, but it definitely still had a lot of swell.

sewing with red thread.

endpapers cut, glued, and a glow in the dark paint test.

built a press...up til this point i'd just been stacking a bunch of thick books on top of my binds, but for this one i needed a lying press to sand my edges, so i finally caved. who needs tools? my edge painted book needs tools :(

sanding edges with power sander

so. this was my first time doing anything with edges, so i did a little test on a book i already had; it was a bit of a process trying to work out how much i should dilute it, and it took a bit of trial and error. doing the bottom edge first was the right call ^^;; it's the flakiest out of all the edges on the final bind. i'm really happy with the fore edge though, i got a really even and nice coat on it.

rounding, gluing and (an attempt at) backing

so. it was the day before i was moving. i had run out of time to procrastinate any more. the rounding was quite rushed and i barely backed it at all. there was also the fact that i don't have backing boards and was winging it with absolute unfounded confidence. it still turned out okay though so i got away with it!

dug out a 5 yen coin from who knows where for the bookmark. didn't have pliers with me yet so i had to close the crimp with a metal water bottle and arm strength. who needs tools right

endbands. i love sewing endbands, but man, for chonk fics it gets Long. i think they each took like 2-4 hours to do. i briefly considered learning double core endbands for this bind but decided against it as i barely just got a handle on regular ones. discovery: my ambitions have limits!

this was my finalized cover design. i had planned to do it all with htv, but last minute decided to do the silhouette as a linocut instead. i'd never done one before but i had the materials and the fearlessness that only a beginner (who does not know the limits of fear) can have; i think it turned out good :>

the final stretch!!!! it was at this point, when i realized that the size i'd carved the linocut at would be too wide for the half binding case i had planned. improvisation time. i decided to switch from a regular case binding to a three piece bradel. i have only done case bindings and stab bindings at this point...and with only mild panic and stubborn hubris to fuel me, i went for it. i had already attached an oxford hollow and cut my boards, but it probably wouldn't make too much of a difference! fuck around and find out!

cutting the cloth and adhering the htv. the summary on the back was HELL to weed, and some of the letters ended up crooked. i should've just printed it letterpress, but i was running out of patience.

i followed DAS bookbinding's tutorial on youtube of his in-boards three piece bradel and the part where i had to tuck in the spine cloth in between the hollow was definitely the trickiest, but it went okay in the end!

after attaching the boards and gluing down the endpapers i was finally done!!!! after months and months of the unfinished textblock guilting me from the corner of my room, it's finally finished! fancy pics coming soon!

i learned SO MUCH from this bind, sanding edges, painting edges, linocuts, multiple colors of htv, oxford hollows, and a whole new style of binding....yeah. it was a ride! thanks for reading to the end!

#process #wip #in progress #a study in scarlette #for the amount of new stuff i was bullshitting through i cannot believe i did not make any huge fuck ups #one of the gold corners isn't mirrored #and the edge painting isnt perfect #and the spine got a couple small wrinkles #but honestly those are all pretty minor

[jacksdinonuggets]

Forgot To Lock The Door

Hey, I'm also doing sk8 the infinity agere stuff! I haven't watched it in a while though, so i may get some things wrong. please tell me if i do!

Tw: mentions agere getting mixed up in Fet*sh

The school day was extremely long. Reki just wanted to go home. He was so exhausted. Everything was so boring and he just felt depressed. He needed to mentally prepare if he was going to go to S tonight. So before Langa could even meet up with him, he was already riding his skateboard home. 

Right when he entered his house, his mom was in the kitchen baking cookies. She greeted him but he barely said anything back. Reki went straight to his room and threw his bag in the corner and shut the door.

You could say Reki wasn’t your “normal” teenage boy. Sure he was a skater and “cool” dude, but that all hid his weakest side. His little side. Reki was an age regressor. He acted young when he needed to cope.

Since the day tired him out so much, he was feeling very small. Going on all fours, he reached under his bed and pulled out a diaper and backpack. His bladder tended to weaken when he was regressed and he did not want to risk having any accidents. Plus the padding was super comfy! He dug through his bag and pulled out his stuffed bear and paci.

Reki hugged the stuffed bear and put the pacifier in his mouth. Next came putting on his diaper. He wasn’t the best at this. One side was always tighter than the other. But he tried his best.

Once he was finished, he took out his tech deck and began playing with it, doing cool tricks. It was very relaxing and helped him a lot. 

After he began to become bored of the tech deck, he got out his crayons and some paper. He drew a picture of him and Langa skating together. Then he drew some cartoon characters and small doodles.

Suddenly, he saw the doorknob begin to turn. He had forgotten to lock his doors. He tried to get up to hold it shut, but tripped on his own feet and fell.

“Reki? Are you okay?” Langa. Luckily, he stopped opening the door when he tripped.

“Uh yeah! I’m fine!” he answered back nervously after spitting out his pacifier. 

“I don’t believe you. You forgot to meet up with me after school, you never forget,” Langa said. He truly was worried.

“I’m fine, Langa! Go away!” Reki got up to go lock the door but Langa opened it, seeing Reki with his padded butt, teddy bear, and pacifier clipped to his hoodie. Langa gasped out of shock, not expecting to see his boyfriend like this.

“Babe, what’s going on? Why are you dressed like this?” He questioned. Reki stood like a deer in headlights before he broke down crying. He didn’t want anyone to know about this. Especially not his boyfriend! He’ll probably break up with him or think its some kind of fetish.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad or upset, I’m just a bit confused and worried,” Langa tried to comfort him.

He let Reki cry it out, figuring it would be best since Reki often didn’t cry. Once he was done, Langa rubbed his back.

“I- I age dream and regress. So i act like a baby or toddler to cope or I mentally revert back to a younger state of mind,” Reki answered when he felt like he could speak.

“Ohh, is that what this is? You can do that, baby, I don’t mind. Do you need to be taken care of? I don’t think babies can go without a parent or caregiver,” Langa said. He somewhat understood what was going on. He wasn’t going to judge his boyfriend, and instead would support him in any way.

“If you’re okay with that, I’d love to! I always wanted a caregiver!” Reki answered. Langa patted his head

“I can do that for you, honey,” Langa gave him a kiss on the forehead, making him giggle, “What were you drawing?”

Reki crawled over to his picture and showed him what he drew. He held it up proudly, showing it off.

“Wow, sweetie, this looks great!” 

Reki smiled brightly before putting his paci back in his mouth and started coloring another one.

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing, coloring and cuddling. Reki didn’t want to age back up but they were going to S tonight and knew Langa was waiting all week for it. So he crawled out of his new caregivers arms and started putting away his stuff.

“Whats the matter, baby boy?” Langa asked.

“We have S tonight, I need to get ready,” he answered.

“How about we skip it for tonight. We’ve been going there a lot, maybe we should take a break,” He suggested. He knew that Reki was having some problems with his mental health and anxiety and just wanted him to feel better.

Reki immediately dropped his stuff and crawled right back into Langa’s lap. It was nice to finally have a break.

#sk8 the infinity agere #sk8 agere #agere fanfic #agere writing #sfw agere #age regression #padded agere #agere diaper #ageredips #sk8 the infinity

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Four|

•|Masterlist|•

A cozy and comfortable feeling made him hum in his semi-conscious state, it was kind of nice, and he wondered what was making him feel like that, last time he slept on this bed he woke up with his whole body stiff and hurting.

Hearing the commotion outside the med room, he figures he should be getting up, so he sits up with a yawn, that's when he feels body heat from outside his body, as if there was someone with him on the bed.

Blinking his eyes open, he sees that, yeah... Gally is there, peacefully sleeping on the same bed as him. They slept together. He's not sure what to make of that situation, probably just... Ignore it, two dudes sleeping on the same bed isn't weird at all.

In his almost mental panic he wonders how they ended up like that, and his eyes land on the paper on top of the book, and he remembers that Gally had been helping him with Glader words, or 'slang' as he called it, and they ended up talking about other stuff.

With a smile on his face, he remembers the story Gally told him about Billy's arrival at the Glade. He had come up in the box, whining and crying like an ugly baby, feeling so scared of where he was that he ended up klunking his pants more than once during his first month around.

"That was almost a year and a half ago," Gally had added with a far-off look in his eyes, releasing a tired sigh, "I've been here for almost three years, greenie."

His green eyes stared into his, a defeated expression on his face, before showing a glimpse of a smile.

"Even though there was a time when I also wanted to leave the Glade, I ended up liking it here, it's safe and we're able to live in peace for the most part," his hand was placed on top of his, holding it gently, "And I'm sure you will love this place too."

He remembers asking Gally if he had ever gone into the Maze, to which he had responded he had, barely making it out, he mentioned that he had been stung but the serum had saved him from the Changing. He had an expression on his face that made it seem like he wanted to say something else, a conflicted and uncertain look in his eyes. There was something Gally wasn't sure he should say and he respected that.

His hand lifted itself, reaching to try and caress his face, observing how calm Gally looked while he slept.

However, the door of the med room suddenly being pushed open made him jump back, his head turning like an owl to look at Jeff walking in, Clint right behind him.

They held his (e/c) stare for a few seconds before looking at each other, deciding to continue what they walked in to do.

"The box is gonna go down today and bring more supplies in a few days, do you need anything, greenie?" He watched them as they grabbed a journal each and began looking around cabinets and drawers, writing down what he guessed were supplies they needed, and he wondered for a moment.

"Is there anything I can't ask for?" Both of them turned to stare at him, silently questioning what he might need from the Creators.

Jeff sighed and tore a page off his journal, handing it to him, "Just don't exaggerate and they may give it to you, greenbean," he nodded and reached for the book and pen, scribbling down the first thing he knew he needed.

A journal, pens, and pencils too. He figured was really into (writing/drawing) when he kept having these urges to do something on the walls and floors. Oh! Books that were actually readable and in perfect condition, maybe he could build a bookshelf and put it in his treehouse, he added that maybe they could be novels or just guidebooks, like a recipe book or a medical attention book.

Uh... Bring some candy? Perhaps? And coffee?

Definitely a collar and a leash for Bark since the one he had had been torn by two sheep playing around with the leash, and a chicken that loved being on his back to bite his collar, or so he's been told by Winston. And-

He stopped writing for a moment, as if he was frozen, a short, brief memory coming back.

It was... A quick flash going off once, a faint 'brr' sound, something coming out of the device. His hand reached for it and he watched as a landscape showed up in the square film in between his fingers.

"Po..." He mumbled to himself, trying to remember the name of this device, "Pola... roid..." An instant camera.

He wrote down a Polaroid camera along with a few film rolls. Mayhaps he could make the good memories everlasting. The thought was nice, making him feel warm inside.

He tried to think if there was anything else he could need, he already had enough pads to last him for about two or three months, he just had to use them wisely during those days. Nothing else came to mind, but maybe later in the day, so he decided to keep the paper folded and kept it safely inside the zipped-up pocket on his pants, along with the borrowed pen.

The bed shifted under his weight and he turned to see that Gally was waking up.

"Oh, morning, Gally," he hummed a 'good morning' back to him and opened his eyes to see the Med-jacks scribbling away.

"Right, box day," he sat up and rubbed his face, not realizing the way the greenie was looking at him.

"When does the Box go down?" Gally groaned and messed his bedhead even more, his hair sticking in various directions.

"When the Maze Doors close," he nods with a hum and stands up.

"Alright, we have work to do."

He walks out of the room, and Gally follows close behind him, reaching to grab the collar of his shirt before he could walk away and leave the Homestead, dragging a reluctant greenie into the dining area, where the line in front of Fry was shrinking.

"You're gonna eat something, greenie," Gally heard him huff and saw him cross his arms, making him shake his head at his behavior. He made the greenie grab the tray Fry handed to him, both of their plates and glasses full, before pushing him toward their table.

They sat across from each other and Gally picked up his plate and glass of juice, starting to eat the pancakes Fry baked. Gally nodded toward his untouched plate and he watched him slouch in place, reluctantly eating breakfast.

The pancakes were nice, actually really nice and tasty, he had to give credit to Fry and ask him to teach him the recipe. And he notice the superior look on Gally's face as he watched him eat, so he decided to play with him, sticking his tongue out at him.

"If I get sick is your fault, Gally boy~," he said playfully while continuing to eat the remaining pancakes on his plate.

//////

He jogged toward the usual spot just by the woods' treeline, but when he got there he didn't see any planks around on the grass, which confused him.

However, he couldn't ask what had happened because the rest of the Builders ran past him into the Deadheads, laughing and cheering happily.

"You're gonna love this, greenie!"

"It looks so nice!"

"Wished I had one for me as well!"

He stood there for a few seconds, until he felt a nudge on his side. He briefly made eye contact with Gally before being dragged into the woods.

Even if he wanted to ask what was happening, he wouldn't have been able to, because there it was. The first building stage of his treehouse was done. It may have been a hollowed house, but it was there, and could see it.

He looked at Gally who looked pretty satisfied with the results so far.

And well, he was in awe at how much work everyone got done when he was gone all evening the previous day. No wonder Gally fell asleep with him instead of going to his room.

"How is it?" Gally asked quietly, voice shaky and nervous as he shifted his weight around.

The (h/c) haired male smiled brightly while bouncing on his spot, too giddy and excited to be capable of containing it inside his body and he started walking around the treehouse, looking at it from different angles and finding himself completely in love with it.

"I think we can finish it today," he whispered to himself in awe, blinking up at the wooden structure, observing how the flooring was being assembled on the foundation, hammering nails to piece them together to make it sturdy and stable to walk on, watching as they used stools as provisional step ladders while the ladder was being built.

The Builders had been split onto three sections; the ones making the whole walls, roof, and door; the ones that were assembling the house piece by piece; and the ones that were working on the ladder, definitely deciding to make it a sort of retractable ladder, that way, he could pick it up to prevent anyone from sneaking in the middle of the night.

Wiping the sweat off his brow as he finished hammering and tying the planks of the door together with ivy, he noticed the wall with a square-shaped hole on the wall facing the direction of the Glade behind him, it was obviously a window.

"Curtains..." He reached for his pant pocket and unzipped it, pulling the paper and pen out, and leaned down, pressing the paper on Gally's back, who was kneeling on the dirt working on the roof, "Stay still."

Gally sighed and frowned, keeping his knuckles pressed on the wood as he waited for whatever it was the greenie was doing to be over with it soon.

He wrote down 'curtains', before adding that maybe a roll of fabric would be better, and before he could say he was done he noticed a few holes on the back of Gally's shirt, adding a sewing kit to the list as well.

"Done, " he muttered and put the paper back in its place before going back to work.

//////

A few hours go by since then, Fry had stopped by with the rest of the Cooks and some of the Sloppers to bring them food and more water, and everyone took a break, even the greenie had stopped to eat something for once.

And now, it was finished.

The door was being secured in place while he looked from his spot next to Gally, a smile on their faces at what everyone had accomplished with hard work. And a stubborn greenie that didn't know the meaning of "resting".

With the ladder leaning against the small balcony before the door, they watched the Builders walk around, bouncing a bit to assure the sturdiness of their creation, and yeah, it was pretty resistant. It held the weight of four big guys, those that had similar body complexion as Gally, but the limit was of 5 or 6 bodies as max capacity due to the size of it.

Something about seeing the final result of something they've been working on for the past days made him incredibly grateful to everyone that had helped him, but Gally was the one closest to him, and who had done most of the work.

When the guys inside were leaving the treehouse, he turned and tightly hugged Gally, mumbling many 'thank you's against his chest.

Caught off guard, Gally felt his face warming up and looked away from everyone when he noticed the amusement shining in their eyes, teasing smiles growing on their faces.

His hand reached up and awkwardly pats the greenie's head, clearing his throat as he turned toward the rest, avoiding direct visual contact.

"Alright! Our work is done, enjoy the rest of the day!" He heard them as they left, snickering as they walked away, whispering amongst themselves. He made sure they were gone before letting out a sigh, looking down and seeing (h/c) (curly, wavy, straight) hair still pressed against his chest, "You alright there, greenie?"

Gally felt his breath getting stuck in his throat when those pretty (e/c) eyes looked up at him, a wide smile on his face.

"Thank you, Gally," he whispered with a soft tone, his voice sending shivers down his spine. He gently rubbed his back, smiling back at him.

"It was nothing," the greenie shook his head no, and he frowned slightly, "What?"

"You didn't have to but you still did, even if you were told to," Gally felt the arms around his middle squeezing him for a moment, "You're amazing, Gally, and I like that about you."

//////

He looks around the Glade, deciding he will help Newt, Zart, and Abe bring in the full baskets of ripe fruit and vegetables back into the Homestead, helping them tie a few of the tomato plants onto sticks to prevent them from falling, and plucking some weed off the grass.

He catches sight of Clint and Jeff and he rushes toward them, handing them his list because he knew he was gonna forget to bring it in before the Box left, and was called by Winston to help in the barn.

Apparently, Bark had been moody all day and was refusing to shepherd the sheep back into the barn. So after apologizing, giving him pets, kisses, and praises, he was standing behind the flock while he walked backward into the barn, patiently waiting for every single sheep to get in.

"That's a good boy," he said while crouching in front of Bark, stroking his fur and kissing the top of his head, hearing the dog whining with contempt.

He was having a fun time with Bark, when he heard voices outside the Blood House.

He recognized their voices but didn't know their names, he walked closer to the door to hear better and he regretted it.

"I really wished that greenie was more girly and cute, she's kinda hot too," he clenched his jaw and difficulty swallowed, taking a deep shaky breath, "I hate how she pretends to be a guy, it's quite obvious she isn't."

The talk continued, hearing them talking about his attributes and about what and how they wanted to do... Stuff to him rather than with him.

He felt disgusted toward them for talking about someone's body as if it was theirs, and disgusted at himself for being the way that he is.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

He barged out of the Blood House, and past the still open fence. He didn't even spare a glance at them as they flinched at the sudden sound and sight of the exact person they were talking about, but soon, they started laughing behind him.

"There goes the jacked weirdo!"

He feels his eyes stinging as tears begin to gather in them and he rushes to make his way up the Watchtower in the middle of the Glade. Reaching the top, he sits down and curls up on himself, holding his knees up to his chest, pressing his chin on his forearms, feeling sad and angry at the same time.

He simply sat there as the sun started going down on the horizon, disappearing behind the walls, and he remains there, sitting in complete silence where he can't be seen, lost in his thoughts.

He heard the faint sound of dinner being called in, but he couldn't bring himself to get down, feeling like he was gonna spat out anything that fell in his stomach.

And then, a short while after, he heard it. Some of his friends were out of the Homestead calling for him.

"Greenie!"

"Greenbean!"

That's when he started crying, hiding his face in his arms as he sobbed quietly, the soft creaking of the ladder reaching his ears. There was no point in holding in his sobs if whoever was coming up was gonna see him, so he let it out.

For a moment, Gally was glad to know that the greenie was up there, but he frowned when he heard crying, so he kept going up just to make sure it was him. And there he was.

The greenie looked so small curled up like that, it reminded him of the way he looked when he came up in the Box. He sighs and sits on the floor with him, dangling his legs off the edge as he stays there, silent, not wanting to pry on something that wasn't his business.

"Rough day, greenie?" He ends up whispering toward him, still observing the horizon.

Lifting his head, he watches through his glossy vision at Gally, who had turned to look down at his hands.

"I don't think I'll ever fit here, Gally," the weak sound of his voice as it trembled broke his heart, "No one sees me as a guy here, just... I'm just a girl who pretends to be one."

Gally took a deep breath, knowing he didn't... Know how the greenie was feeling, at all, he had no idea what it felt like, he could only imagine it. But that didn't prevent him from trying to help his friend.

"You know what I think, greenie?" He finally turned to look at him, fighting the urge to wipe the tears off his face, "I think- I know you're one of the toughest guy 'round here," Gally shifted his body to face him, a serious look in his eyes, "And I mean it when I say that I wouldn't change you for anyone else, you are part of the Glade now, you're part of my life, our life," he saw how he tried to break their eye contact, and he leaned closer just a little bit, catching his (e/c) eyes again, "I will be here for you, greenie, for anything you may need..." He paused for a moment, "Even if means looking and acting like an idiot to cheer you up."

A soft chuckle reached his ears, and Gally realized how much he likes that sound. Smiling involuntarily, he continues to make comments and tell funny stories, just to hear him laugh and watch the wide smile returning to his face.

And he realizes how late it is when he sees the Homestead almost completely in the dark. He stands up and heads to the ladder, "Let's go, greenie."

A warm hand holds onto his before he could take a step down, his green eyes staring down at him, watching a soft smile pulling the greenie's lips up, squeezing his hand for a second.

"(M/n)," Gally can only stay silent, blinking as he watches his face in the faint light the moon casted on them, "My name... is (M/n)."

He saw Gally smiling widely before pulling him up on his feet, wrapping his free hand around his shoulders, "That's so nice to hear, gre... (M/n)."

If hearing his name being said by himself made him happy and feel validated, like himself... he wouldn't have guessed how nice it sounded when someone else said it.

Although he was sure that only Gally could make him feel warm and flustered with the way he said his name.

//////

When they walked back to the Homestead, Newt, Fry, Winston, Mikah, Jim, and Mike immediately hugged him when they saw him safe and sound, Gally following close behind. They pointed out the signs that he had been crying and he simply shrugged them off, sitting on the dining table surrounded by his friends and he ate his heated up dinner, courtesy of Fry.

And now, he found himself walking with Gally to his new home. The walk was quite yet comfortable and he wondered if that talk with him was the trigger to bring them closer.

Soon enough, they stopped in front of the treehouse, and (M/n) wasn't sure if he should ask or not.

"Your stuff is already inside, (M/n)," there go the goosebumps again. He looked up at Gally, and met his eyes since he was apparently already looking at him, "Good night."

"Uh- Gally," he stopped mid-step, his hands inside his pockets as he looked at him, "Do you want to... Stay the night here?"

Gally wasn't sure if he should, he had been feeling conflicted since the whole talk at the Watchtower, and the last thing he wanted was to make (M/n) uncomfortable, but at the same time, he was dreading walking back to his room and...

He really wanted to spend more time with him.

Trying to contain his smile, he nodded and walked closer to him, "Sure, wouldn't mind it, greenie."

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[recurring-polynya]

Bleach Returns Day 7: Always by your side / Betrayal / History

Got the trifecta on this one, baby, but it wasn't that hard, because Kubo loves packaging these three things together (if you allow interpreting 'history' as 'long personal history together', which I do).

Anyway, I'm never not thinking about Ichigo and Renji's first fight, and for a long time, I've been thinking about what happened immediately after Byakuya, Rukia and Renji returned to Soul Society, specifically that Rukia had to be extracted from her gigai by Squad 2 and then thrown in a holding cell and I am sure B didn't stick around for all that, which makes this the first private conversation Rukia and Renji got to have in 40 years.

| ao3 | ff.net | 2225 words, rated Teen for cussin' (tbf they both had a lot to cuss about)

How many Onmitsukidou operatives does it take to get one soul out of a gigai? Renji wonders idly to himself. There is no punchline. All of this is one big joke, but certainly not the funny kind.

“This would probably go a lot faster if we could take her down to one of our medical units,” the Squad 2 spook who appears to be in charge of this shitshow says, sidling up to Renji. “Sir.”

“Sure,” says Renji. “Let’s go.”

“You don’t have clearance to accompany us, sir, but--”

“Then, no.”

“I could go fetch our Vice-Captain, if that would reassure you.”

“Go ahead,” Renji replies, calling the man’s bluff. Dealing with that blowhard Omaeda would really put the icing on the clusterfuck this entire night has been. On the other hand, it’s 2am, and even though the only part of this poor ninja’s face he can see is the eyes, he can tell how badly this guy does not want to have to go wake up his awful boss.

Renji makes a mental note to make sure all his subordinates know that he’d much rather be woken up at 2am than to catch wind later that they tried to start shit with some other squad’s vice-captain.

Fortunately, Rukia, whose timing is impeccable as always, manages to finally part ways with her horrible bootleg gigai, drawing in a huge breath of air with a loud, raspy gasp.

“How much soul fixer did you take?” one of the other spooks asks her pointedly. “That stuff is terrible for you.”

Rukia tells the guy to blow it out his ass, and Renji’s heart skips three beats. For the last few hours, he’s been studying her, watching, listening, trying to figure out if there’s anything of his Rukia left in her at all. The only thing that’s seemed familiar was that charade she put on at the end, acting all high and mighty and offended on the behalf of her noble brother. It’s been 40 years, but there was something in her posture, the resonance of her voice…classic tells of Rukia doing a bit. Maybe she wasn’t doing a bit, though. Maybe that’s just Rukia-as-Kuchiki. Renji’s spent more than a few sleepless nights wondering how in five realms Rukia would manage to turn herself into a noble. Faking it ‘til she made it was usually at the top of the list, but maybe her Kuchiki self would always have a ring of falsehood to it.

Captain Kuchiki often seems like he is doing a bit, too.

“I want a receipt for that gigai,” Renji announces.

The spook does a full-body cringe, and slouches off, muttering unflattering things about the Sixth Division. Renji doesn’t care. Hard-ass, rule-abiding vice-captain of Kuchiki squad is not a bit. It’s who he is now.

When the receipt comes, it’s actually a petty cash voucher with “GIGAI” written in the “Received” column, but it’s got a mostly legible signature and Squad 2 letterhead, and also it’s two in the fucking a.m., so Renji takes it.

“You need to borrow a pair of shackles?” the spook asks dryly. “Can put that on the receipt, too.”

Renji’s blood stops flowing, just for a second. Rukia is watching him. He hadn’t thought about this. She’s come along willingly up until now. He wishes he could trust her to continue in the same vein, but he can’t, both because she’s not trustworthy, and because the Vice-Captain of the Sixth isn’t a guy who lets his guard down on account of old friendships.

“No,” he says, and Rukia’s eyes narrow, ever so slightly. He jerks his chin at her. “Hands behind your back, if you don’t mind. Don’t need any dislocated shoulders.”

Her face becomes passive again as he casts bakudou number one on her. It’s easy enough that he doesn’t embarrass himself, although with the way this night has been going, it would certainly be no surprise.

A few minutes later, they step out into the night air, free of Squad 2 at last. There’s a breeze, which downgrades the humidity from “insufferable” to “unpleasant”, even just briefly. A thunderstorm was just finding its legs when they left the World of the Living. Renji wishes they would get one here, too, but it doesn’t seem to be in the cards.

The streets are empty at this time of night. Rukia looks straight ahead as they walk. There’s a hollowness to her eyes.

Renji’s not an idiot. Well. He is, but he’s not a fucking idiot. Rukia is not a person who shares her heart easily, but it’s because when she does, she carves off an entire piece and dumps it in your hands, bloody and tender. Why the Hell she would do so for some human kid is absolutely beyond Renji. They only live for about five days anyway and everything they do is absolutely nonsensical. Maybe some of it was that weird gigai. Probably messed with her head. She’ll likely be fine in a few hours. Well. Maybe not fine, but at least worried about the things she ought to be worrying about.

Renji thinks about all the things he had planned out to say to her. He had spent hours rolling them around in his head all through his last weeks at Squad Eleven. Even wrote some down on paper in little bulleted lists, like the study guides Momo used to make when they were at the Academy. He can’t say any of them now. He can’t say them because Rukia boned a routine mission so thoroughly that at least three other squads had gotten pulled into it. He can’t say them because, in his idiotic confidence that there had to be some logical explanation for all of it, that he and Captain Kuchiki would be able to swoop in and make things right for her, that he made both an asshole of himself and lost a fight pathetically, to a child. Finally, he can’t say them to her, because he is the Vice-Captain of the Sixth. And she is his prisoner.

Renji has never been much of an apologizer, and Rukia isn’t a person who requires apologies, but the absence of one hangs heavy between them. He can’t apologize for following orders though. Vice-Captain of the Sixth strikes again.

“You really didn’t need to stand there and glower at them for every second of that,” Rukia says, in a way that sounds like she’s talking to herself, but he knows is directed at him. “You’ve gotta feel kinda disgusting.”

Renji bristles. “What I feel is none of your business. Someone’s in my custody, and you think I’m gonna leave them alone with a bunch of slimy Squad 2 spooks for a single second?”

Rukia stares at him for a long moment. “I just meant that you could have gone to the washroom. You do know your face is covered in blood, right?”

Renji’s hand goes reflexively to his forehead. It feels mostly dried, at least. “Oh,” he says stupidly.

“Your chin, too.”

Renji grinds his teeth.

“It’s fine,” Rukia says lightly. “Impressive, I suppose, to someone who didn’t see how it happened. You certainly intimidated the shit out of those Squad Two morons.” She cocks an eyebrow at him slyly. “You gotta handkerchief on you? Let me out of this bind, I’ll wipe off your face for you.”

He tips his head to the side and regards her out of the corner of his eye. “Not a chance.”

“I had to give it a try,” she sniffs. “It’s not as if you wouldn’t catch me in two seconds if I tried to give you the slip.”

“Give it up,” he warns. “It won’t work on me. I know you too well.”

Rukia falls quiet and he regrets saying it. Forty years of working to raise himself to her level, and it feels like all he can do is remind her where they both came from.

“Renji,” she says, after a long pause, “about that.”

“Forget it,” he says.

She ignores him, just as she always has. “It wasn’t fair of me,” she says, “to grab your arm like that.”

He wishes he had to wrack his brain to figure out what she’s talking about, but the memory of tiny fingers wrapping over his knuckles, her knee jabbing the soft space between his shoulder blades, the sudden familiar weight of her hanging off his back.

Even without her powers, Rukia is still a soldier. She knows pressure points. She had access to his throat, his windpipe, his carotid. But instead, she grabbed his sword hand. A request. A plea, maybe. Don’t do it. Let him live.

She weighs nothing. Her gigai had the strength of a human girl. The only thing staying his arm was the unspeakable weight of their history together.

Time freezes. In Renji’s mind, the human kid’s fingers close on the hilt of his stupid, oversized sword.

Renji sparred against Rukia at the Academy, and they used to scrap as kids, sometimes more seriously than others, but Rukia has always had his back when it really mattered.

If Kurosaki had the least idea of what he was actually doing, he probably could have run Renji straight through, and Renji would have just stood there, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. He keeps telling himself that this was not Rukia’s intent. Maybe she thought better of his battle reflexes. He sure wishes he did. She only expected the kid to run. She probably has no idea how much hold she still has on his heart. Or, y’know. Maybe not. To all of it.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Rukia grumbles. “I don’t regret it. I would do it again. I’m just saying that it wasn’t fair of me to ask that much of you.”

“If you think I got my ass kicked as some sort of favor to you, you’re giving yourself a little too much credit,” Renji grunts. “That incompetence was 100% genuine and unfaked, but thanks for the show of confidence.”

“Oh, no, that was obvious.” She sighs and falls quiet.

He wonders what she thinks he would have done, if it had turned out he had any say in the matter. Does she think he would have spared Ichigo? Is this her inscrutable, Rukia version of a thank you? Or does she think he would have killed the kid, that leniency was too big an ask, and she doesn’t particularly hold it against him? Maybe she’s asking him to explain himself. What difference would it make? From her point of view, he has no particular incentive to tell her the truth, only whatever he wants her to hear.

“You…you can’t have worked for my brother for very long,” she finally says in a way that implies she’s not entirely sure of this fact. “You definitely didn’t work for him before I left, did you?”

“I just started,” Renji assures her.

“Well, then, maybe you don’t know him very well, but--”

“I know him well enough.”

Rukia’s mouth hangs open for a second. She licks her lips. “I see.” And then she smiles. Just a small one. Maybe a little bit rueful.

“What?” Renji demands peevishly. “What, exactly, do you see?”

“Just that you know, then. That he hates leaving things half done. That for as cool as he sounded, it probably caused him physical pain to leave Ichigo there without finishing him off.”

“You asked him to,” Renji shrugs. “It was a favor.” Her hand on his sword arm. A dramatic performance of a dutiful, penitent sister. Rukia always knows just the right way to ask for what she wants.

“You probably know that he’s not too generous with favors, either,” Rukia points out. “You could have reminded him that leaving humans with illicitly gained shinigami powers to expire of their wounds isn’t proper procedure.”

Renji doesn’t reply.

“You didn’t though.”

That’s right. He didn’t. It didn’t even occur to him. It should have. But Vice-Captain of the Sixth is still something he has to think about doing, and slipping into the support role on one of Rukia’s grifts has always been as natural as breathing.

Renji can see Squad Six’s gate up ahead. He is so tired. He just wants this night to be over.

“I woulda gone along with just about anything if it would get you to stop digging yourself a grave so deep you were about to break through to Hell, okay?”

She hums in agreement and makes a small nod.

“You’re such a pain in my ass, you know that, Rukia?”

She gives a soft snort. “Yeah,” she says, “I know.”

#bleach returns 2023 #renruki #renji abarai #rukia kuchiki #my writing

[undertale-writing-times]

The jealous prompt "hey, you okay? you look off..." with Dream, please?

Dream is so jealous in this haha.

Dream didn’t like bad feelings. He didn’t like feeling irritated or angry, it was a negative feeling and yes, they were needed, but he still didn’t like it! He didn’t like the idea of it.

He didn’t like to be mad, but damn it, he was. 

Today was a day in which he could not overlook it… no matter how hard he strained to.

You could ask him what was wrong, what was happening. 

Well, Ink decided to try to help Y/n figure out how to do this new thing of art. Just painting, and agreed to allow them to paint on her face. 

Y/n had their hand rested against Ink’s cheek, and was painting over her skull with the paint and Dream hated just how close they were together. 

This isn’t fair! Ink knew just how much he liked Y/n, and she was doing this just to mess with him! He knew it! He sat on the couch, tapping his fingers, trying to ignore what was happening just a little bit away. This is so annoying! Why was he so jealous?

He shouldn’t be jealous. 

Y/n wasn’t even his partner… It was fine that they were spending time with Ink! In fact, Dream was delighted that Ink and Y/n were spending time together! Even though Dream was the one that brought Y/n here in the first place.

They should be spending time with him.

He continued to rant and ramble in his head, his eyes narrowed slightly. Ink knew that Dream had a crush on Y/n, come on Ink, Dream normally doesn’t feel this kind of attachment to people that often. Why would you go and try to do this? 

Well… Ink might not have been trying to get him jealous, now that he thought about it. Ink wasn’t the most intelligent.

Dream’s eyes shoot over to see what they were doing, and Y/n was looking into their box to get a different brush. Ink looks at him, their eyes meeting, then she winks while sticking out her tongue. 

Dream stops himself from gasping. 

How dare she?

She knew exactly what she was doing! “Hey, Y/n, can you do a little heart on my cheek?” she reaches up, tapping her cheek. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course,” Y/n says, with a smile on their face. They started to draw the heart to paint it.

Y/n had no idea what Ink was trying to do, and to be honest, neither did Dream. Why would Ink go and try to make Dream jealous? All of the star sanses knew about Dream’s crush. 

Blueberry has almost spilled the beans once or twice, both times Cross had to stop him. It meant a lot to Dream. 

He turns his head down and starts to complain to himself again, tapping his fingers on his knees. The positive feelings coming from Y/n was nice, but Dream wanted those positive feelings to be coming because of him! Not Ink who was doing this to make him jealous! Ahhhhh!

"Hey, you okay? You look off..." he heard, causing his body to tense, and he lifts his head quickly to look over. Y/n was looking at him, a frown on their face. They looked nervous.

"Oh- ah- yes... yes! Right, of course, why wouldn't I be? I'm peachy. Thank you for asking... what do you need? Are you okay?" he rests his head down against his fist, leaning on the couch pillow.

He saw Ink snort, putting her hand over her mouth. Ugh... rude. 

Y/n lets out a soft huh sound, before smiling and they shrug their shoulders "I'm alright, I'm working on the art stuff" They look back at Ink who was still giggling. "Ink decided to help me out" 

Ink, out of nowhere, perks up "Right! That reminds me" she starts, "Bye, Dream can help you!" she falls back off the couch into a puddle of ink to disappear. 

Y/n blinks and leans over the couch, looking down at the portal before it closes, and they frown, mumbling "what?" They look over at Dream.

Dream's eyeshines shoots down, then looks at them, and shuts his teeth tighter "You can... you can paint on me instead, if you want?" he asks, with a little smile poking his fingers together. 

They look over at him again, getting a small smile "Are you sure?" When he nods, they scoot closer again, "Alright, do you mind taking off your crown?"

Dream pauses, but nods slowly, and reaches up to take it off slowly. He normally hated to take it off but he didn't want Y/n to feel bad. So, for now, he figured it would be fine.

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[benevolent-collegiate]

Boycott & Pressure ITV – Stop the Platforming of Racist, Anti-LGBTQ+ Hate!

Hi friends. Do you know who Nigel Farage is?

For those of you lucky enough to be unaware of the hateful bag of grease, let me catch you up to speed. He is the face of manipulative far-right demagoguery in Britain. He has been sowing the seeds of fascism in our political landscape since 2006. His lies, dog-whistling, and xenophobic faux-outrage permeate the media to this day. If you've ever heard a Brit complain about the "bloody foreigners taking our jobs", or totally incorrect claims of the oppression/replacement of white British people, I'd bet money that they heard it from him or the institutions in his cabal. Brexit happened because of pressure from the far-right hate party he founded, and these days his vitriol is focused on the "woke establishment". A true stochastic terrorist, there's POC blood on his hands, LGBTQ+ blood on his hands, and he has no intention of slowing down.

Oh, and he just picked up a cool £1.5 million from ITV to appear on I'm A Celebrity this weekend.

ID: A screenshot of a news article by Matthew Evans for Oxford Mail. It reads: "I'm a Celebrity: Nigel Farage reportedly highest ever paid. ITV have found themselves in hot water for allegedly offering Nigel Farage £1.5million to appear on this year's I'm a Celebrity." There's an image of Nigel Farage smiling widely and pointing toward the viewer.

I'll quickly explain what I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here is too. It's a reality show where D-list celebrities "live in the jungle" (a luxury glamping setup with every amenity one could want) and may occasionally be tasked with a trial such as having bugs poured on them or having to eat a kangaroo penis. Real highbrow stuff.

Now I know you probably weren't going to watch it anyway. You've got better things to do than watch reality TV. But last year's I'm A Celeb was a huge moneymaker, drawing in over 9 million viewers who made ITV lots of money via the value of ad space, plus the show's phone and text voting charges.

The move to shell out for Farage was a calculated one to attract people via shock value, from the eventual drama and viral clips they'll make by having the other celebrities butt heads with him. In doing so, they are platforming and promoting a cruel authoritarian. One whose rhetoric has made this country more dangerous for people like me. That seven figure paycheck is going to directly fund the racist, homophobic, transphobic hate campaign that threatens us all.

Here's what you can do.

- Don't watch the show.

- Don't watch ITV at all.

- Encourage your mum and dad, your nan, the gossipers at the salon, anyone in the target audience, to boycott too.

- Write to [email protected] and let them know that you won't be using their services at all if they platform dangerous people like Farage.

- Please please please reblog this so we can continue to make hatred untenable, together <3

#uk politics #uk #tv #entertainment #reality #i'm a celebrity #rant #britain #british politics #news #showbiz #equality

[stedebonnit]

The holidays have been hard on me, and its got me thinking about how I wish we talked more about the uncomfortable side of autism in Stede.

Namely, I'm thinking about overstimulation and irritability. I'm thinking about Stede having a hard day where the noise and the crowds and the smells just don't stop, and everytime someone speaks or shifts or fucking chews he just finds himself more and more on edge. He knows hes no good like this, he hates feeling this way and he knows he's unpleasant to be around.

But Stede is determined that he'll be different with his crew. He tells himself that this isn't his father who would tell him to sit down and stop melting down over a little bit of noise.

These arent his school mates who would notice him getting agitated and pin him down while they banged pots and pans until he was squirming and crying because it was all too much.

This isnt his family who would avoid him on a regular day, and who he'd shut himself in a room for to avoid getting snippy with them when he was struggling.

This is the crew, this is Ed, these are the first people who have ever accepted him, and he wants to be worthy of that. He doesn't want to snap, he doesn't want to criticize them for living their lives, for eating and laughing, its just that every time a fork clinks on a plate Stede feels like someone is sticking a pin in his head.

He snaps when Ed unexpectedly leans in and whispers some sweet nothing in his ear, a private sort of moment that Stede usually adores, but the mix of the hot breath against his cheek and the noise so close to his ear just pushes him over the limit, and his shoulders draw up as he flinches away from Ed, snipping.

"Can you not right now?" Quick and sharp, a surprise to him as much as it is to everyone else.

It takes a second for the sound of blood rushing in his ears to calm down, and for Stede to register the shocked expressions around the table. Worst of all he sees Ed pull back from him, his eyes wide, his lips forming into a heartbreaking frown, brows drawn together with confusion or fear.

The guilt hits Stede belatedly, still muddied by the anger that he knows is unreasonable, and he mumbles out an apology, the anger and guilt causing tears to form in his eyes. He knows he can't stay there, suddenly terrified of the way some stupid noises have made him snap at the person he loves the most.

He scrambles out of his chair, suddenly desperate to get away.

"I-Im so sorry. You did nothing wrong. I just...need to be alone."

And then he scrambles off to the cabin, diving into the auxiliary wardrobe where he pulls down the thickest coats he has and stuffs them over his ears, finally letting the tears break as he soothes himself by rocking back and forth.

Because it isn't always pretty. It isnt always gentle.

Sometimes anger comes out against the people we love the most, sometimes the one we love isn't going to be able to fix it.

Sometimes Stede needs to be alone to calm himself, and to apologize properly to Ed later when they're cuddled together in bed.

Only then will they discuss how to help Stede in the future, to be sure that he voices his limits before he reaches a snapping point, to figure out how Ed can best support him in the moments when he's struggling, and to decide how that looks different from what he normally likes or needs.

#ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ofmd headcanons #d speaks #mine

[legolasghosty]

I keep seeing you tag worm onna string stuff as 'willex worm scene' and stuff and I neeeeed to know more. Is this a fic? Can you share more? Please I need it so bad.

HAH oh yeah THAT. Okay, so first off, I feel like it is important to note that worm onna string and Willie are permanently connected in my brain, thanks to this drawing by @michelangelinden. Whatever the heck this mess of an idea is, I will forever claim it is their fault (/lh /nm I love my fiance so frigging much).

THAT BEING SAID, this is... I guess a little collection of story ideas? None of which are actually written because family and college. But they all take place in a modern/alive au where Willie and Alex are friends for ages and finally end up getting together in late high school/early college. But life just... keeps getting in between them and having all the sweet milestone stuff.

Willie catches the flu the day before their first NYE together. Alex gets stuck at work all day on their anniversary. The band gets a super massive gig on Valentine's day. You get the picture. Whether it's family stuff, health stuff, job stuff, school stuff, whatever, it becomes this unfortunate thing that life seems to hate them getting special occasions together without some kind of mishap.

Enter the worm onna string scenes. Willie absolutely loves the little guys and has always had at least 2 in their living space since they were like 14. And sometimes when he's stressed, he'll make them into little scenes as a way to calm himself down. It's simple and small and they can put as much detail into it as they want.

So when Willie can't be with Alex for whatever reason, he starts making little worm scenes of what they wish they could be doing and sending them to Alex. It helps with both of their stressies and usually makes them both laugh. Sometimes Willie will shoot Alex half-done pictures and be like, "This is missing something???" and Alex almost always manages to figure out what it is. And it becomes more and more of a thing they do together when they can't actually be together.

So... can't have a new years kiss cause Alex is coughing up a storm? The worms get one, along with some really tiny champagne bottles they made together. Picnic date canceled cause it's pouring down rain for once in LA? The worms can have a little one on the desk under Willie's lamp. Can't spend their anniversary together cause Willie's flight got delayed? The worms can have a cute night in, featuring the tiny plates Alex got them for Christmas the year before.

Anddddd there mayyyyy be thoughts about Alex making a tiny worm proposal scene to go with his real one. It takes a few tries, but they finally get it right.

Soooo that's the idea. I wish to write it. I do not have the energy to write much these days though. So. Yeah. I'm sorry. I shall attempt to stop confusing people. Hope this made you smile at least!

#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #willex #I want to write it so badddd #where have all the writing spoons gone??? #but I just love these two idiots so much

[midnightstarshadow]

Finally, I have finished the Sun's chosen, Swap!!

I'm gonna ramble about his backstory now ^^

Swap is a priest and often has visions of the God of Joy speaking to him since he was a child

As such, he has the God's symbol embroidered on his... cloak thingy

I already forgot the word for it-

He does have combat experience as he once aspired to be a knight, but has always been a pacifict

In hindsight, he isn't sure why he wanted to be a knight despite knowing he may have to kill to defend the queen

This is a much better profession for him

...Now if only he could get his little brother to stop being so lazy!

One day, Swap had a vision of the God of Joy warning him of a disaster that was to come

Swap set off on the mission, but not before ensuring his brother was safe in the care of a friend of his (Asgore, who totally wasn't the queen's missing husband)

After much traveling, he came across a demon and who he believed was a minor God in a child's form

The two introduced themselves as Cross and Crescent and the priest realized these two were traveling around together despite not understanding a word the other said

Swap could understand both languages but there was one problem

He was mute

So I did research and while mute people did use signs to communicate, it wasn't technically sign language

It was more like gestures and stuff like that

So Swap is unable to translate anything more complex than "Hey, let's have that for breakfast" or "Let's go that way"

Swap tends to be the parent figure of the group

Cross has never had the chance to be himself without getting in trouble and Crescent is in a new place

This leads to lots of wandering, much to Swap's frustration (the solution is a couple of pieces of rope tied around the two lol)

Still he eventually comes to care about the two

But they're lucky he can't speak, or they'd be getting so many lectures from him

That last sketch in the top corner is just a silly joke as Swap is the only one who needs sleep, but he didn't feel as though this would be an issue

During the day, Crescent hides in his cloak like the sun is a deadly lazer and Swap and Cross would usually take turns carrying him because Swap had explained (through the use of drawings in dirt) that there was an evil thing and they couldn't afford to stop

And at night, they just kept walking because they had no reason not to

So the other two freak out the first time he passes out after pulling several all-nighters instead of trying to get them to stop

They would've stopped if he made the issue known :(

#midnight rambles #midnight attempts art #my art #digital art #reference sheet #undertale #undertale aus #god au #bpft au #breaking prophecies and fulfilling them au #swap sans #swap #bpft swap #cross sans #cross #bpft cross #crescent sans #crescent #bpft crescent