#till the stars rain from the sky

[astralnymphh]

veiled affections ⚝ | ellie williams

☆࿐-ˊˎ farm!ellie x fem!reader

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✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: quick little smut to hold me off before i work on a bigger project/series fic!! more casual and less proofread like my last one but still pretty good ifya ask me <3

tags/cw: NSFW!! SMUT!! 18+ MDNI, usual playful bickering, one second of cuddiling, poetic ahh writing, very mild foreplay, hella dirty talk, lotsa swearing, oral (receiving) spitting, clit stim (receiving), petnames (babe, baby, good girl)

WC: 2k+

designated song: stargirl interlude - the weekend & lana del rey

synopsis; swept under your fossil gray wool blanket, a body deprived of slumber and living the effects of back-bending chores all around the farmhouse has you fatigued and yearning to supply the last ounce of energy with a bit of literature. eventually, ellie will set that book on rain check, and your fatigue, ..and her boredom. honestly, she'll definitely be the one to steal your energy instead of the book. 

radiance incarnate is what lies behind the glass pane just ahead of your bed-post. lunar light outstanding the dark night, never lacking a few stars that flecked the sky above the nocturnal forest, at least what you could perceive through a regular sized window. fusing with the comfortability of your mattress and cloaked in a warm wool blanket makes for a nice end-of-the-day reward while you immerse yourself in the realm of 'the odyssey'. ellie's not in bed. not in the room. she's presumably downstairs finishing up something, so not a clue of her coming is on your mind.

you wriggle around the soft bed altering your position to have one leg bent and the other draped over, the book upheld by the bulk of your thigh making it easier to flip through. page by page, word by word, space and time diminishes around you and is replaced by this entrancing world of mycenaean greece portraying the aegean sea. the room was dimly lit and still, minus the muted sounds of an owl and crickets chirping beyond the wooden walls. serenity lasts for a good half hour before an upsurge of hard rubber footsteps wake the floor by the bedroom door to the right of you.

"hey babe- ooh, what'cha reading?" ellie's voice grapples your focus to her profile, attired in her white shirt, grubby denim and converse that look like they've been dragged to hell.

"the odyssey." you respond as she begins to lurk closer, arms crossed.

she swipes her tongue across her lips, saying, "y'know.. savage starlight might be more.. fun to read?" in an obviously sarcastic note, creasing her brows together accompanying a brass smirk.

"to you, maybe. I actually enjoy this a lot." you cave the book over your chest, sitting like a roof, "you just don't have a mature taste."

"whadda'ya mean? comics are for everyone, and actually easy to understand." she clambers atop of your hips, descending her face upon you, "unlike the odyssey."

"pshh, the odyssey is a classic." you highlight.

"you're just mad that im right." 

you pucker a pout, slowly lifting the book between your noses till ellie knocks it down plumb on your collarbone.

"ah-uh," she intently strikes spires into your eyes with her persuasive peer, narrowing those lids in an undeniably tantalizing way, "can't ignore this now."

"you're right." you spat out and divided the space with your book again.

"c'mon.." she prys the book from your limp grasp, leaving it astray to the bed adjacent to you, "I'm here now, aren't I?" a humbly intimate whisper croaks from her toothy grin.

you banish your sight to the headboard above, pondering the words that would wisp from your lips, "I have a few pages left, babe, then we'll do whatever.."

"mmk, 'gonna lay on you though." she giggles and shuffles along the length of you, interlacing your limbs together and smushing her cheek on your stomach. her arms swathe your hips and tuck underneath your butt.

the book diverged from your fingertips finds its way back, cuddled between your thumbs and eclipses ellie's head from your vision. your pupils root back to the muster of sentences lining the page, with a certain breath gusting onto your mildly exposed midriff.

a scant minute survives before a husk is heard, "mmph- so warm.." the tip of her nose drags on your skin as she faces downward, marking an indulgent smooch to your abdomen. 

that brought a melliferous smile to draw out, instilled with admiration from her speckled kisses. it anchors your attention unwillingly when these kisses continue but you'd rather void it and tread on with reading as ellie treads on with a rampancy of taunting kisses. normally, this'd be blasé, but tonight, it's turning your tides.

ellie muffles, "wann' kiss every inch.." her nibbles subside in target of your navel, nuzzling on the pouch of your belly and biting your shorts' band, "fuck.."

"els."

"mhm?"

"what're up to?" the book slants down.

"you."

"elsies.." 

"just showin' my love.." her tone airs up and turns raspy. 

"I think it's more than that." you dig at her transparent peak in sensuality and prod her foot with yours.

ellie can't necessarily disprove this, she was blatantly horny but wanted to keep that 'under the covers' till you shared the feeling outwardly. a shameless smirk paints her mouth regardless, "y'know what I really wanna do?"

"what?"

a gnaw at her lower lip fracts the answer briefly, uttering, "I wanna eat your fucking pussy." and blunt she was, verdant eyes fastened to yours. she's so eager for you, clawing at your loins.

a shudder bolts the extent of your nerves and you clench around nothing but a throb at the contents of her question, visibly ruffled up by it, "babe.." 

"can I?"

nary a gloom of doubt inhabits your mind, the way she's laying on your body, patient to taste you revs you up like a torrent of arousal. oh my fucking goddess. it's making you go wild.

"yes.." 

"shit- m'kay, lemme just.." ellie wrinkles up the sheet in her fist, tossing it overhead till her head was obscured by it. the amber hue of her hair is subtle under the thin pearly sheet as she slithers down between the interstice of your thighs.

maybe the now carnal environment made it inconvenient to carry on with the perusal of your book, but you're elevating it back up from your sternum regardless. the vivid thought of her eating you out while you read is a bit elating, is it not?

ellie's cunning lips park at the epitome of your core, locking her biceps under your slack legs and dangling her still shoe-clad feet off the beds' brink.

"can't wait to see that beautiful fucking pussy.." her veiled voice has strings of raw ardor plucking in her throttle rippling onto your clothed entrance with a muggy pant on every word.

an unheard gulp passes through to the trench of your chest, sending out a reflex of sweet sensations to your pelvis, whimpering, "mhh- ellie.."

"shhhshhh.. i got'chu.." 

she begins to pleat your panties over themselves and slip them off your legs, whizzing them away to some lifeless nook of the tucked-in sheets.

"fuck.. shit-" ellie heaves in awe, even day after day of seeing you bare, it's so titillating to her, drool is abandoning her lips.

the paragraphs living on the pages merge into an unintelligible blob as your vision drowses and the only sensation you can detect is her breath lathering your exposed slit. an open 'ptui' is heard prior to a wet glob landing on your clit and evoking a jolt from your body.

"so sensitive.." she pokes fun at your reaction, slapping her digits down on your sappy pussy and rubbing the spit through your folds, which to much avail, juts your body again.

"fck!" you hack out a swear at each writhe and prod.

"yeah, like that?" 

the grip on your book tightens, causing it to tremor in your shaky hold.

"gonna taste so fuckin' good, mmh.." she murmurs to herself but you catch the gist since immediately after her lips envelop your clit and enlist deft torpedo laps to it.

a heap of pleasurous pricks throb in your cunt and garner a gentle mewl from your chords, whining, "gh- mhhhn.." tenderly in growing bliss.

ellie laps your clit in brisk flicks while sucking it up with noises similar to kissing resounding through the sheer fabric cascading over her head.

you observe the cover moving with every mild thrust of her head, creasing and shuffling with the halo of her hair. a hand prowls from the sheets' hem and searches for anywhere to rest, to which you beckon it to your breast.

she realizes this and gives it duo squeezes for good measure and her unemployed fingers knead the squishy flesh of your ass, all while smirking.

"mmhh~ I wanna see you.." you mumble into the whafted-shut book, knocking off the already sliding sheet with your knee to reveal a flushed ellie with her nose buried in your crotch, her pretty face poised between your thighs, stuffed in your cunt.

her irises hark this newfound horizon before her and diffuse an intense glare that shudders your soul, sinking her lips deeper into those parted folds and drinking up your sticky deluge.

her mouth disconnects with threads of saliva and slick following, "this pussy tastes s'fucking divine, you know that right?"

"y-yeah.."

"could go down n'you for breakfast, lunch n' dinner.. fuck- baby.." 

ellie retreats her keen tongue, dipping into your entrance and soaking up the lewd coating of your walls. oral sounds of her mouth practically having a make-out sesh with your puffy lips overflow the room and bounce like an echo betwixt your ears.

"ohh my godd.." your moans enhance and amplify in the sea of ebbing relief and flowing pleasure.

her pecan speckled skin tinted with rose is glazed with a sinful slick from how far she pushed her face in, a terribly arousing sight to behold when she withdraws to praise her own work.

"how's m'pretty girl doing?"

"s-so.. closee.."

"want' you to moan my name when you do, yeah?"

"o-okay.."

"I wanna know how fuckin' good I make you feel." her sharp curses stay unyielding in her expression.

"mh-mhghmm.." your throat clogs up in anticipation.

ellie pours over your bare stature one last time before gripping the back of your knees and pushing them up till your feet meet the sky.

"that's better."

her lips smash into your cunt once again and prove to be frothing with a craving for you, clenched brows and grunting into your groin intently. she explores every attainable inch like she knows it, licking up your pre-cum like it's the last fucking meal on earth.

"oh- fuck!" you wail out, webbing your fingers in her frizzed up locks by habit.

her inhuman speeds catch you out of the blue, binding her tastebuds with your natural taste and delighted in every millisecond of it. she hoists onto her knees and hovers over your bottom half, wriggling her tongue over your entire opening and sending that abused clit into overdrive.

"el-ell.. ellie! i can't fucki- ah!" a high squeak blazes from your gullet.

she blurts out, "cum on m'fuckin' face." submerged in your folds.

"els.. mh!"

it's the end for you when she starts purposefully moaning on your bud, finally ushering your climax to dull your senses and numbfuck your consciousness. your reality is painted with a globe of starlight just by the heavenly feeling of it.

"good girl..-fck, there there..." ellies gingerly tone conflicts with her devilish play, drinking up the breach of cum gushing from your orgasm.

"oof.. jeez.." you recline your legs once her hands flee, huffing your way down from the celestial heavens.

ellie clambers up and collapses next to you, a smug and prideful visage staring back at your profile. 

"did ya finish those pages?"

"erm, no." 

she butts off a laugh, "eh, well.." her palm advances your bangs, hooking them behind the conch of your ear, "ended up having more fun, yeah?'

"i- yeah.. I guess.."

"you guess?"

"coulda been a lot better."

"whaaaat?" she mimicked an offended countenance.

"like it's nothing to write home about-"

"u're just trynna rile me up!"

"what if I am?" you boldy tease, tutting your skull side-to-side.

and that's ellie's one weakness, teasing. her brows hike, hollering "ohhh- I see how it is!" and rolls on top of you and thrusts her pelvis down with clear intention, "c'mere-"

"fhmm--" her willowy finger seals your lips, heeding the provocation you've cast into her mind.

"you're on."

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[asherritsuko]

❝A Pretty Pink Bow Looks Good On You.❞ | MHA Series

Author's Note: I'd like to make it clear that I try to make different scenarios for each character rather than having multiple characters turn into the same animal. So, some of these may be random or unexpected, maybe not even thought of from the characters, but I do hope that you enjoy the scenarios.

Warnings: Mild cuss words

Summary: The boys get hit with an animal transformation quirk, and who becomes the lucky candidate to take care of them till it wears off? You guessed right... YOU.

(Y/N) rubbed at her fatigued eyes as she inhaled deeply, studies and hero course work had been quite tasking on her that day, draining her of any remaining energy that she may of still had along with the weather taking a drastic turn for the worst, from the morning filled with only the sun, birds chirping many tunes and not a cloud in the sky to the afternoon that turned on its side to dark clouds and heavy rain hitting against her dorm room window and keeping many of its residents locked inside for the evening, preventing anyone from going out unless they had plans to spend the next day with cough syrup and stuffy noses.

Normally she would've found this type of weather as peaceful and tranquil, unfortunately, she had felt like a raging volcano awaiting to erupt, causing all of its hot magma to pour out over the edge because of a certain blonde, blue-eyed boy as he had promised her a movie date in her dorm room under the fluorescent stars that she had stuck to her ceiling, hot mugs of a satisfying beverage and a bag of fluffy marshmallows as an apology after the stunt he had pulled with her classmates that ended him, Bakugo and Midoriya in a week's worth of detention. And with him being over an hour late, she could feel her patience slipping and she had been considering if she should give him the benefit of the doubt, but due to the fact that he had done this a few times, she would be sure that there were no 'get out of jail free cards' for him when he came running back.

Rapid knocking on her door made her flinch, pulling her out of her fixed stare at her wall where her mind ran freely with thoughts, ideas and strategies, turning her interest of direction towards it, probably burning holes into the person on the other side with her glare alone due to the anger that she had been feeling in her chest, obviously not meaning to but sometimes certain emotions caused outbursts at the wrong people for the wrong reasons, something she tried not let slip, especially in the hero course where her partner, or even herself, to be the key to them surviving.

"Come in—" She announced, yet she felt her eyebrows rising a little when her door had been opened quickly and before she had finished her sentence, cutting her off. She looked towards the person who had intruded but her concern started growing when she recognised the crimsoned-haired boy looking like he had just run a marathon and was on the verge of having his knees buckle under him and fainting.

"What the hell?" She asked rhetorically as she got up from her chair, walking towards Kirishima. She watched as he leaned against the door frame, "Kirishima, what happened?" She asked with concern lacing her voice.

"You need to come quickly." He stated without an explanation as he grabbed her wrist and hurriedly walked with her to the common room where she noticed a few puddles of water scattered around the place along with a few of her classmates running after something small around the couches.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked with confusion, not understanding why the common room looked like a cyclone had just hit it, but she felt like her question had been answered when a blob of blond fur rolled out from under the couch, its big ears twitching and it's fur sticking in different directions, but its eyes widening when it turned its head towards her direction, stopping in its tracks in front of her feet and her arms crossed over her chest.

"(Y/N), take that rat outside and make him stay there!" Bakugo demanded, pointing at the small animal while Sero and Kaminari tried to hold him still as his anger had seemingly boiled over the edge of a full cup.

"And why did you guys bring back a fox with you?" (Y/N) had asked as she knew that the Heights Alliance dorms were no place for a petting zoo, but she also knew that Midoriya was so stiff that he wouldn't dare break a rule of the school and Bakugo rarely cared for a pet, so her suspicions could only lead her to one thing as she looked down at the small creature.

"Monoma?"

The small creature looked like it held a smirk on its face which had seemed impossible but knowing who this said animal was, wasn't exactly not expected. The small creature moving itself closer to (Y/N)'s legs and rubbing its body against them, but falling over as she moved to the side of it, the small animal having to be what looked like an offended expression by the way its whiskers twitched.

"What happened?" She asked after rubbing her hands over her face, the atmosphere finally calming down, at least for the ones who wouldn't have to clean up the watery mess before Aizawa-sensei could hear of it.

"Aizawa-sensei had instructed us, along with Monoma, to attend to help with cleaning up some stuff in the training zone, but it appeared that some students had been messing around near the equipment and one of them must've fired off their quirks, hitting him in the process." Midoriya explained, his hands fidgeting while holding a small net and his face having a few dirt smudges in different places.

(Y/N) took a glance at the furry creature next to her before looking back to Midoriya, "Does Aizawa-sensei know of this?" She asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, he knows, because he was there when it happened and he instructed us just to look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." He explained further, though agitated grunts from Bakugo told her that they had no say in the argument.

"And his own classmates couldn't take care of him because...?" She asked, awaiting to hear the excuse that she was sure she didn't have to ask for.

"The old man said that if we took care of him, he'd lighten our detention sentence." Bakugo stated irritated, grabbing the mop from Ashido harshly before he began cleaning up the puddles of water.

"He really took you guys through the ringer?" (Y/N) asked, noticing the state of the common room and hearing a few moans and groans of dissatisfaction from the classmates that had been in the common room composing of Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Kirishima.

"Girl, you have no idea," Mina stated, holding up her hand, "he jumped everywhere from the moment he walked in, knocking things over the counter and table, my best nail polish almost lost its life to him after he jumped over the couch." She explained further.

"And now, these two have to look after him, which means that it's only going to get worse from here." She whined, although her response almost had Bakugo jumping through the ceiling from his quirk making small crackle sounds in his palms and for Midoriya to go pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'll look after him." (Y/N) stated, making the head of her classmate turn towards her, along with the small furry being next to her, his ears twitching in excitement, something she noticed before glaring at him, "Don't look all excited, I'm not done with you." She stated, making the small creature shrink back but allowed him to move closer to her, placing his small paw onto her shoe.

"(Y/N), you really don't have to— It's our responsibility—" Midoriya tried to reply, only to be cut off by a louder voice.

"You keep that thing as far away from me as possible, one mistake and we're throwing him out the window!" Bakugo argued, making her nod her head in annoyance but also in relief, which she also felt as though Midoriya was relieving a tired sigh, muttering a 'thank you' to her and moving towards the sink to grab a cloth to help Bakugo clean up the place.

"You all should have a good night." (Y/N) said as she picked up the smaller animal next to her, reminding herself to throw him into her bathroom sink to wash off the grime from his fur from which he had been running across the floor, the small body in her arms sticking its tongue out behind her, provoking a few of her classmates to be shocked and further agitated by the fact that even in an animal form, Monoma still held his arrogant nature.

Carrying him to her room and closing the door behind her as she entered and walked straight into her bathroom, making Monoma's ears twitch in curiosity. Closing the bathroom door behind her and placing his small form into the sink after placing the plug in and turning the faucet to the warm side, not too hot, but also not too lukewarm as he had complained to her many times that being too lukewarm didn't allow his body's muscles to relax and having it be too hot made him want to peel himself out of his skin.

Grabbing the bottle of peach scented body wash and placing it next to the sink, watching his big eyes blink at her while his large ears twitched around. She gently brought her hand up to pet his head and around his face as he bumped his head into her hand, his ears flattening in relaxation.

"What am I going to do with you, Neito?" She asked, scrunching her face when she realised that he couldn't answer in this form, but his staring gaze told her that he had understood what she had said, she turned off the faucet after having the sink fill half way.

"Now I don't have pet shampoo but this will have to do, besides it'll be better than smelling like a local stray." She had said, forgetting that he can't answer back, but talking to herself as a way to soothe her nerves.

Squeezing a minimum amount into her hands and placing the bottle back down, she gently massaged the soap through his fur, behind his ears and along his fluffy tail, hearing the small groans of pleasure as she massaged the soil into his fur to rid him of the dirt and grime, although Monoma was no longer finding the situation as a curse, thinking that he should get hit by a quirk more often if this was the treatment he was due to get for it, but then again he liked being able to put his arms around her whenever he wished and of course to insult the students of Class 1A was something he couldn't do in this form, so it was difficult to convince himself to get into a similar situation.

His body relaxing and finding the warm water calming along with the peachy scent from the soap, he spent most of the time watching his lover's face and noticing small things that he didn't notice when he was on two legs, how her eyes had a glint to them when she was focused, or how her tongue would move to the side when she put her mind to something, and especially the dark marks under her eyes, not noticeable unless someone was close to her face, his heart dropping a bit when he remembered how her hard work came at a price and that price would often be sleep, now remembering what an idiot he had been on the many dates he had missed because he chose his ego over her, making his ears droop and his gaze turn towards the water.

Monoma had grunted when he felt a cloth being wiped gently over his face, her hands delicately cupping his face while she wiped around his eyes and muzzle, the warm cloth making him close his eyes and nuzzle his face into her hands.

His ears twitched up and his eyes shot open when he felt her placing a small peck onto his head, rubbing her thumb against his furry cheek when she had pulled away. "I wonder how long this quirk is going to last for?" She inquired, though more to herself than him, but for all he knew, he would wish it was a while.

(Y/N) unplugged the sink to let the soapy water drain out before plugging it in again and opening the faucet to allow new warm water in, gently scratching through his fur to rid it of soap as she knew if she left it in, it would only cause irritation to him and she'd have to hear about it once he got back his human form. Her fingers working through his short fur, and managing to rid him of any soap but still keeping the peachy scent. Turning off the faucet and letting him soak a bit, even though the soap had been cleared out of his fur and now she had been using the cloth to wipe around his face more and over his ears, all while his eyes remained closed and his body laid lax in the sink with the warm water.

(Y/N) bent down to open the cabinet doors underneath the sink, pulling out a blue towel and unwrapping it, placing it next to the sink and unplugging it, her hands gently squeezing on where he had the most fur to attempt to rid him of excess water before picking up his small body and placing him on the towel and wrapping it around his body.

"Now you look like a little fox burrito," She softly chuckled as she carried him, similar to how a mother carries her baby, in her arms to her bedroom where she sat by her vanity and placed him onto the table of it, drying him with the towel to at least get him damp, then retrieving her hair dryer and a comb. Using the comb to brush through and clear any knots from his fur before drying him with the hair dryer and turning him into a fluffy pom-pom, and then combing through his fur again and repeating the process till he was dry and soft.

With Monoma almost half asleep and letting out a big yawn when she had moved to retrieve something out of her drawers, a medium sized box that she set next to him and opened it, his nose picking up on many different smells, some that he liked and some that made his nose scrunch up and his ears flatten.

She picked a bottle with an orange label on it, once she opened it, he could smell something similar to the soap she had used to clean him, although this smelt more fruity than the soap, peeking his interest and moving closer to her to push his nose against the bottle, making her smile.

"You like this one?' She asked him, receiving a nudge of his head against the bottle as she would assume that meant a 'yes'. Placing the bottle down and closing the box, she dropped a few drops of the essential oil into her hand, rubbing them together to evenly spread it out, then gently applied it to his fur, messaging it into the more darker blonde areas and through his fluffy tail, behind his ears and through his chest, all while Monoma thought that the quirk had sent him to Heaven with the treatment he had been receiving, his body relaxing and his muscles feeling like he had all the knots being taken out, closing his eyes and leaning against her, his breathing becoming even and settled out.

(Y/N) had been observing his body language, and she was reminded of why she had agreed to that first date with him, she remembers how he had gone out of his way to try and impress her, though many saw it as him wanting to one-up her classmates, there were the few times where he had been with her without her classmates around, like the time when she had asked him if he would like to accompany her out on the Saturday, just the two of them, though the first few minutes were a bit daunting as he spoke poorly about her classmates, but eventually he had loosened up and started talking to her about the things he liked, why he wanted to become a hero and how he strived to become one after people had shunned him for his quirk.

That's when she saw the true Neito Monoma, the one who strived to prove those wrong who thought his quirk was merely a way for him to mooch off of others, she saw a different side to him and that's what had made her say 'yes' to a date with him.

Even through all the ups and downs through their relationship, each day she found a new way to appreciate him, and he found someone worth becoming a hero for, plus she had overheard from some of the teachers about how his behaviour had changed for the better and none of them knew why but they were happy about it, although she did assume that Aizawa-sensei did have a theory about it, but if he did he never said anything on it. However, Monoma still kept up the part about trying to be better than her classmates, but at least the insults were dimmed a bit.

Blinking her eyes when she heard his small noises and turning her head towards him settling his paw on her arm, thinking she must've just zoned out when he felt her hands stop moving. She smiled at him, scratching his head before she packed away the box with the essential oils in it back into the drawer, picking him up and placing him on her bed.

"I just need to hop through the shower, Neito, then we can both get our rest." She had told him, walking to her bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving Monoma by himself while the water turned on. With five minutes feeling like mere hours to Monoma, he actually had a moment to sit with his thoughts, had he ever expressed how much he appreciated her?

He remembers their first date and how she had smiled at him, a genuine smile that he rarely saw. He probably rarely saw it because he was always focused on one-upping Class 1A, when did his focus stray? The reason he had asked her out in the first place was because he wanted to know what she was doing to him whenever he saw her, but later he fell for her, and hard at that fact, he enjoyed hearing her reasons for becoming a hero and it motivated him to become better. He had made up his mind at that moment, that he would be better, maybe not to the point of complementing her classmates, but he'd tone down on the insults more.

His ear twitched at hearing the bathroom door open, seeing her in her pyjamas as she walked to the bed, a brush in her hand as she attempted to tangle out any knots. After finishing and tying up her hair in a messy bun, she looked at him before picking him up into her arms again and moving the both of them under the blanket, enough so that he'd be warm but also so that his head was poking out of the blanket, moving his body closer to hers to cuddle further into her neck, curling up into a ball right next to her as she placed her arm around his small body.

"Goodnight, Neito." She said as her eyelids started drifting closed and she allowed her mind to wonder freely until she fell sleep, his soft breathing near her ear like a soothing melody.

Upon the sun rising the next morning, she could've sworn that her pillow felt a lot softer than it did the previous night, nuzzling her face further into it and wrapping her arms around something equally as soft, causing her eyes to open quickly and for the sight before her to almost make her let out a shriek had it not been for the fact that Monoma was awake and had a finger to her lips, sitting bare near her as his blue eyes gazed so lovingly into hers.

"There will be a time and place for you to scream, but now's not the time, my dearest." He reminded her, the blanket pooling around his waist as he laid back, "Though I do find your nuzzling to be quite affectionately tolerable." He stated, making her pull a face that held a tinge of warning to it, not needing to verbally tell him that if he pushed her buttons the wrong way, she'd throw him out of her room stark naked, this only made him smile in response as she turned her head towards the digital clock on her nightstand, the time telling her that they still had an hour and a half before they'd have to get up and ready.

(Y/N) slumped back into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around her and pushing his nose into her hair. Finding the smell of her shampoo relieving to his nose.

"Thank you." He muttered, though very softly, she still caught it, moving her head to be facing him while her hands laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pace pick up a small bit.

"For what?" She asked confusingly, though he had thanked her many times before, he usually only did it in the comfort of behind closed doors.

He rolled his eyes, though the smile on her face told him that she had been playing with him but had wanted him to say it.

"For taking care of me." He muttered, his voice soft but at least more hearable.

"Any classmate would've done it." She told him, though his look of disbelief told her otherwise.

"Apparently not your classmates who were willing to leave me out in the rain." He reminded her, his hands drawing small circles on her back.

"Do you blame them?" She asked him, watching his mouth form a straight line which meant he knew she had been right considering all the crap he would sprout whenever he was near them. "But you're welcome, hopefully we won't have a repeat of this again?" She asked rhetorically, but she wouldn't mind it if it happened again, she enjoyed taking care of him while he was small and didn't have as big a mouth on him.

"I don't know, you seemed quite honoured to be taking care of me." He teased, watching her smile, a sight he'd never get tired of seeing for as long as he lived.

"If 'honoured' is even the word you're looking for," She replied, moving her face towards his forehead and laying a small peck. "Though I must say, you would've looked cute with a pink bow tied up in your hair."

Monoma let out a sarcastic laugh before pulling the blanket over the both of them again, covering them in each other's warmth and moving onto his side, bringing her with him and allowing him to move his head into her neck, allowing her to smell the scent of the oil she massaged into his fur the previous night, she now guessed that his hair carried most of it.

"We're going to have to get up soon, you know that, right?" She asked him but received no answer, "Neito?" She pushed, still to receive no answer, finally using her hand to scratch behind his ear, provoking him to grunt and turn his body over to the other side, (Y/N) having a shocked and amused reaction on her face from the reaction, "There's no way you like that."

Monoma simply pulled the blanket further over his head while a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks, not wanting her to see it.

"Oh, come on, 'noma. I was just teasing," She said as she moved her body over to his, a soft attempt to try and remove the blanket from his face, "Please let me see that handsome face again."

He knew she'd use this type of reverse psychology on him, using his ego against him, undoubtedly it worked, making him move the blanket a small bit away from his face, allowing her to move hers close to his and lay a long kiss onto the side of his head, making her softly laugh at his reaction.

She gently patted his arm that was still under the blanket, "Come on, big guy. We got to get ready." She stated as she moved over him to get started with her morning, meanwhile he sighed at the fact that he had to get up and out of the warmth that he had spent the night in.

Surprisingly, the whole day, he had toned down on his insults towards her classmates, though he did say a few things, (Y/N) noticed he appeared to be walking around as if he had just been named the number one hero, he had been puffing out his chest and was smiling a lot more, though mostly around her, she noticed this change, along with the fact that his hair had kept the fruity scent.

And though she did find the students who had turned him into a fox in the first place, she couldn't find it in her to scold them too badly, considering that her evening went quite smoothly, however they did receive a mouthful from her about playing around equipment.

But she'd have to ask them for a favour again if it meant this side of Monoma would show more often.

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[littlemissthunderstorms]

blue light

there’s a blue light in my best friend’s room, there’s a blue light in his eyes

2006 alex turner x reader

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“what does this even mean?” you frowned down at your math homework, erasing your pencil marks aggressively. it was too confusing. just when you thought you knew what was happening the rules of the equation would change, causing the crease in between your brows to become more prominent. you swore you’d been aging much more rapidly ever since college algebra.

“take a break, it’s not due till’ next week.” alex muttered from the floor, his nose buried in some book plucked from the neat stack he had by his bed.

you shrugged, scrunching your nose and sliding the paper in your bag before slumping back down on his bed. alex sat down next to you, closing his book and examining the seam as he leant against the wall. “you okay?” his voice was soft, the sky was getting dark and so was his room. you were so tired.

“i dunno, just, stressed.” you crossed your arms, fixating on the wall opposite of you. shadows danced across the shelfs and tables, headlights illuminating the room as a car, accompanied by a low hum, passed through the street outside. spring breeze drifted into the room from the open window, smelling like rain and trees. you closed your eyes briefly, finding serenity in the moment.

your eyes fluttered open at the feel of alex’s fingertips soft against your arm. you turned to look at the boy. “you sure you’re alright?” he looked so soft, you wished you could capture him like this forever. his hair was short and rather unruly from all the times his fidgety hands ran through the strands. his eyes were soft, the blue light in his room reflecting back into his gaze, making you feel equivalent to a puddle.

you sat up, now sitting so you were criss crossed on the bed, facing him. you sighed. “school is just stressing me out. i don’t feel smart enough with all these kids in my classes with their whole lives planned out, meanwhile i can’t even do math.” you fiddled with your fingers nervously, chewing on your lip as you tried not to let stress get the best of you.

“i think you’re the smartest girl i know,” alex blurted, eyes immediately darting away from yours, his smile faint and shy.

you raised your eyebrows, smiling softly, your cheeks a bit flushed. “you’ve got to be kidding. i’ve got like 3 C’s and 2 D’s at the moment.”

he shook his head, lifting his gaze back up to you. “no seriously, i hear you talk about art, music, the things you love. grades don’t make up your intelligence, you’re so smart and i bet you’re a hell of a lot cooler than those people in your classes.”

the blue light in his eyes shimmered and glistened back at you. you smiled. “really?” you whispered. alex shrugged with a quick nod, smiling shyly. a calm silence filled the air between you, the open window wind blowing your hair slightly.

your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, quickly redirecting back up. your heart hammered in your chest. you quickly looked at the wall behind him. “can i tell you something?” he spoke softly. you nodded.

“you’re so pretty.”

your breath hitched in your throat. all these years of knowing him he was always the quiet, nervous type. he avoided eye contact when he spoke, his tone sometimes unsure and soft. but not now, no. he looked directly into your eyes, blue light twinkling. he was so sure of his words that he even smiled a bit when he said it.

it was scary how much it reminded you of when you met him, when your bike gear broke off in front of his house. you’d smashed against the concrete, knee scraped and bleeding. you were only 15 at the time, choking back tears when he’d scrambled outside, asking if you were alright. thankfully he hadn’t seen the fall, just you holding your bloody knee, sitting on the concrete with tears in your eyes.

his parents hadn’t been home. he’d let you in, helping you clean your knee, getting you water. you’d seen a strokes cd sitting on his counter, pointing it out. this had morphed into a lengthy conversation discussing music, films, and books. turns out you two had a lot in common, you found yourself opening up to him a lot easier than other kids your age. talking to him didn’t feel awkward or torturous, it was quite the opposite. “i think you’re the coolest girl i’ve ever met,” he’d said to you, so sure, so confident. he even smiled, his small grin identical to the one he flashed at you now.

his gaze remained set on yours even in the brief silence after. you smiled, your heart pounding. a storm rolled through alex’s gaze, his dark eyes misty and soft. you could hear your frequent pants, your loud heartbeat in the silence. you didn’t even realize how quickly the space between was being filled, how you could now feel his warm breath on your cheek, how his fingertips danced on your waist, thumbs tracing slow, calculated circles on the skin where your shirt rode up.

your mind raced, but it was dreamlike, like when you try to run but your limbs just won’t move right, or gravity has become sticky and languid, pushing you in place and leaving you with only your frantic pulse. the blue light, that little glimmer of reflection in his dark eyes transfixed you, pulling you in like a deep cerulean ocean, the thrum of your heart diving down into the murky depths, engulfed by the waves.

a loud boom of thunder rolled up from the ground, followed by a soft patter of rain, gradually getting louder as the sweet, humid rendolence drifted in through the window, filling the room with a chill. you sat up quickly, startled as you turned around, mumbling a nervous, “better close the window.”

you weren’t even thinking too much, letting your instincts get the best of you. quickly, alex grasped at your waist, gently turning you to face him. his hand cradled your cheek, eyes burning into yours with a roaring intensity and fervor that made you weak. the deepest, sweetest thoughts broke in from your subconscious, realizations and quiet whispers filling your soft heart.

your mind raced but all you saw was scraped knees, a stack of cd’s dedicated to ‘the coolest girl i know,’ shared candy on the front porch, secret song lyrics that weren’t supposed to be done yet, fidgety hands that held yours, shared headphones on a long train ride, a blue light in his room, a blue light in his eyes.

before your heartbeat could even begin to slow, before you could even form words or questions or sentences, his lips were pressed against yours.

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[coolgal5]

Forever is the sweetest con - G. GRAVES

(Guys please tell me how I can do this better I’ve never written fanfiction before and this is so bad 😭 GN reader)

Gideon Graves had always been an enigma to you. From the moment he strutted into your life with his confident strides you knew he would cloud your every waking moment. You had met him working as a bartender at the Chaos Theater. You only took the job to pay for college. Gideon had approached you one night as you were working. He had spat off a comment about your hair or outfit. You replied with something wittingly cliche. You ended up chatting with him for a bit that night. You couldn’t stand his snarky attitude or his sarcastic remarks. This of course was overshadowed by the way he said your name and the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world. He could make you feel totally alone in a room full of people yet in private assure you he loved you. He was controlling and tried to hold you down and you let him because you didn’t want to lose him. You were absolutely in love with him.

Towards the end there was a lot of arguing and things got very heated very quick between you. Most arguments ended with him leaving all night and you sobbing yourself to sleep on your pillow. He overworked himself and any attempt to help him was immediately blocked with blind aggression. He would be out all night and come home at 5-6 AM most nights. He got nearly an hour of sleep a night and even the “sleeping” was really just him tossing around the bed quietly weeping. You knew something had to happen so you took action. Dragging him home most nights. But eventually what was once him coming home late turned into him not coming home at all. You would wait by the phone all night, desperately praying for a call all night. This particular night you had called his office to make sure he was okay. He snapped at you, screaming and insulting you. He had threatened leaving you before but his attempts were typically shut down by your desperately pained cries and begging. This night however he paid no mind to your desperate attempts to coerce him into letting you continue to love him. He simply excused his leaving by stating that with the newfound success of G-man media he just didn’t have time for a relationship. You were absolutely devastated. You cried for days, not leaving your house and sobbing till you threw up. You had no idea how to live without him in your life.

But now here you are curled up on your loveseat with a glass of tea listening to the little radio sat on the coffee table as you wrote. Your world surprisingly didn’t end after Gideon had left you even though it felt like it. You stayed in Toronto, you made new friends and finished college. You didn’t know what Gideon was up to now, out of sight out of mind you thought. You had garnered a pretty positive reputation amongst readers all over Canada. You wrote for a small magazine company owned by one of your old college professors you had gotten along particularly well with, viewing her as a mother figure of the sort. You listen to the rain pounding against the window. You always loved the rain. You hopped out of your seat and decided to grab your coat before going out onto the porch with your tea.

You sat on the porch whilst the howling wind beat against your body. You closed your eyes and breathed in as your hair filled with raindrops. You gazed up at the sky, examining the stars. You glanced back dow towards the road when you noticed a figure walking. You tense up and look away from the figure. You had become nervous knowing what type of person would be out wandering the streets at this hour. The person seemed to notice you as you noticed them and as you glanced into their sunken eyes you realized who it was and a familiar feeling of dread filled your core.

“Gideon?” You breathed out, hands now beginning to shake and eyes welling up with tears. “Hey listen, before you run off I really need to talk to you” He spoke shakily. Upon looking at him further you noticed the tears threatening to spill from his eyes and the tears on his clothes, he looked like he had been beaten.“I have no interest in talking to you now Gideon, not now not ever. You really fucked me up” You said with your voice breaking due to the tears breaking through and dripping down your chin. You started into the house when Gideon grabbed your wrists. You stared into his eyes and for a second you could’ve sworn the rain stopped. “Listen to me please, the way I treated you was sick and really fucked up and I’m sorry” You were a little shocked at his sudden repentance. You never expected this, especially from Gideon. “I lost everything, the company, my money, my whole empire is all gone. I spent the last of my money on a ticket to get up here just to see the one person I ever truly cared about and hope to see a pair of kind eyes looking back at me. I truly have nothing and I just want you” When he said this the tears started to pour down his face and he immediately broke down sobbing.

You didn’t know what to do so in this moment you decided actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped you arms around his neck and pulled him down so your faces were practically touching and you just held him as he sobbed. Just you alone with him in the rain with the stars shining down on you.

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[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Aurorise | ateez x reader

Pairing: prince!ateez x dancer!reader

Genre: royalty, historical fiction, poly, adventure

Word Count: 1706 words

a/n: FINALLY!! After my update post on Sunday, it rained yesterday and today! 😭❤️ And I was able to complete this chapter! :D The next set of chapters up until maybe chapter 8 or 9 will focus on the guys and Y/N meeting, interacting and talking as well as some other fun things!! So things will be a little slow for now but I will try my best to make it worth your while! :) Enjoyyy! <3

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Chapter 3

There was a somber feeling in the air that night.

As the evening transferred into night, and the sky became a dark canvas with the faint light of the moon illuminating the landscape, Seonghwa stood by the window staring blankly at his surroundings. The faint noise of faraway dogs barking could be heard and as Seonghwa gazed at the blanket of stars above him, he closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to help calm his whirring mind and drown out the outside noise. There was currently a whirlwind of thoughts swirling throughout his mind and unfortunately for him, he had to wait till the morning to find out the outcome.

Seonghwa really liked you. He couldn’t control the somersaults his heart did when his mind raced about you. You came back into his life and brought forth a kaleidoscope of colours and a feeling of warmth and bliss that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. When he recognized it was you, he was entranced by your beauty and charm — although the entire courtyard was filled with people, his gaze was fixed on you and he felt pure happiness watching you gracefully twirl and dance to the rhythm of the music.

However, there was another thought also plaguing his mind. Seonghwa hadn’t seen San since the news broke throughout the palace about his request to the King. He was wondering what his younger brother was doing and thinking. He saw Wooyoung in the hallway along with Yeosang heading to San’s room, and when Wooyoung noticed him, he glared judgingly at the eldest while Yeosang sideyed the two awkwardly. Wooyoung “hmphed” and spun on his heel making his way towards the other end of the palace with Yeosang waddling close behind.

Seonghwa would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad — he did. It was San who introduced him to you when you were all kids. There were times when you would accompany your Father to work in order to escape certain chores, and when Prince San met you, he grew to appreciate your company after you helped him save and sneak in a stray kitten. However, San pretended to be a guard’s son as he feared you would dislike him like the other kids in the village did, and when he told Seonghwa about you and his charade, Seonghwa chastised him for lying. But then one night, when Seonghwa was looking for a particular constellation, you appeared out of a bush with a bouquet of wildflowers and assisted him and since then, Seonghwa joined San’s charade in order to get to know you.

He couldn’t explain it but there was something about your sweet and cheerful personality and calming presence that he liked…a lot. 

However, all good things must come to an end, and as he got older, Seonghwa hardly saw you when he was whisked away for princely duties.

You were still close friends with San and so, Seonghwa would hear about you from the latter. But when mercenaries from another kingdom ambushed the palace one night, you didn’t come back to the palace for a long time. And when your Father retired, it was clear they would never get to see you again. In addition to that, the cracks within their family became more apparent after the events, and friction ensued among the family members, particularly their mothers, and nothing was the same again for the brothers.

Seonghwa never told San about his feelings, he kept it to himself, hoping that for the betrothals you would attend and partake in the event and it would be a simple and expected outcome. But you didn’t, and Seonghwa wasn’t going to settle for someone he didn’t love or at least liked. So when he saw it was you in the courtyard, he knew he had to do something. He wasn’t sure what to do so out of excitement, he told San you were here. 

He didn’t expect San to throw the veil. That was when he realised, San likes you too.

After talking with his father, Seonghwa has been cooped up in his and his brothers’ secret hideout, thinking about everything that occurred. Until he was interrupted by Hongjoong. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” His brother asks, strolling into the room with a glass of wine in hand.

“No, I’m fine.” Seonghwa responds curtly, without turning to acknowledge his younger brother. He wasn’t in the mood for any conversations right now.

Hongjoong analysed his brother with a raised brow, smirking at his brother’s failed attempt to hide his anxiousness. If there was one person who might be on Seonghwa’s side, it would be Hongjoong. But at this moment, Hongjoong wasn’t sure whose side he was really on. In contrast to San who would never hide anything and was like an open book, Seonghwa kept to himself and hardly ever spoke about what was settling on his mind. 

So Hongjoong was extremely surprised when he heard the news. And while he may not care for royal duties and royal plans, he did care deeply for all his brothers.

“The whole palace already knows and not everyone is happy.” Hongjoong announces sipping his drink.

“I know Mother might not be —”

“I think he means San.” Jongho declares.

The two oldest turn to the youngest who is propped by the door with his arms folded. Jongho didn’t know how to approach his eldest brother. At the end of the day, Seonghwa was the oldest out of all of them and while he did have a deep respect for him, San wasn’t only Jongho’s older brother but also his biological brother.

“Tell me brother,” Jongho begins, “What really were you thinking? First you coax San to throw the veil and then you steal his girl?”

“She’s not his girl Jongho. You don’t know —”

“Here’s what I think,” Jongho intervenes, “I think you liked Y/N the moment my brother introduced you to her, she doesn’t remember either of you because you both lied to her about who you really were, San told me that part, and it seems like you wanted to marry her for quite some time now because you’ve gone out of your way to betroth yourself to her.”

“...Okay so maybe you do know.” Seonghwa sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was starting to feel a headache coming on.

“He’s right Seonghwa. Everyone knew San liked her.” Hongjoong comments.

“Well I didn’t until today,” Seonghwa answers blankly, “It’s not like I always got to spend time with you all when you got together up here to talk and hang out.”

Hongjoong grimaces a little at the remark but deep down, he knows it’s true. Because of his place in the line of succession, Seonghwa hardly spent time with his brothers. It was only Hongjoong and Yunho who made an effort to spend time with him outside of royal classes.

“Also I didn’t expect he would throw the veil. I told him because, well, I had to tell someone and he was the only one I could tell. I was just as surprised as Y/N was.”

“Fair but after realising, why did you seek her hand behind his back anyway?” Jongho questions.

“I don’t like your tone Choi Jongho.” Seonghwa turns to the youngest and narrows his eyes.

Jongho removes himself from his position and walks towards Seonghwa, facing him with his hands in the air.

“It’s just an honest question. You finally knew, yet, you sought her hand. Shouldn’t you have talked to San first? Moreover, shouldn’t you take into consideration Y/N’s feelings?”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“You’re second in line for the throne, you’re putting not only a lot of pressure on her, you’re also taking away her freedom.”

“It’s not my intention to —”

“Even if it isn’t your intention,” Hongjoong interjects, “You know that the position for who will sit on the throne is an extremely controversial case in our family. Everyone is practically hanging on a thread because of it. And when you think about it, Y/N’s cousin is set to marry Chan soon, and now you want to marry Y/N. You’re putting her in an awkward position.”

Seonghwa processes Hongjoong’s response. He knows it’s all true however, there’s something he hasn’t told them yet.

“I plan to give up my place in line for the Crown.”

Hongjoong and Jongho stare at Seonghwa in pure shock and astonishment, their mouths agape at his revelation.

“I need to sit down.” Jongho says.

“Oh no no no! No you are not!” Hongjoong yells.

“Why not? Minho would be next in line anyway—”

“No, Minho wrote a letter to abdicate his place in the line of succession.” Jongho explains.

“What? Since when?”

“I think he went to the King some time last week. Nothing has been decided yet because his Mother is currently not pleased. So the King said they’ll circle back to it.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Why wouldn’t he? No one wants to rule this dysfunctional place! And neither do I!” Hongjoong exclaims.

“You’re being dramatic Hongjoong.”

“Seonghwa, nobody likes our family. Neither the villagers nor any other kingdom. Our dearest Father has slandered any reputation that Grandfather had, and it will take a lot of work to get anyone to trust us. And I’m not going to volunteer as tribute!”

“Then write a letter of abdication.”

“I can’t, after Minho did if I approach Father next, Mother would surely have my head.”

“Well Chan is still here so…”

“That’s not the point. No one is going to let you abdicate your place. You’ll raise even more hell in this palace if you announce that.”

“So what do I do?” Seonghwa asks frustratedly. All this new information was not only putting a wrench in his plans, but also was slowly driving him to the brink of madness.

“Honestly, you better hope for a miracle,” Hongjoong sighs tiredly, “Because if this marriage goes ahead, she will have to bend in order to fit the role as your wife and have Mother accept her. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise?”

Hongjoong and Jongho glance at each other warily before Jongho clears his throat.

“She will break.”

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[pengujoon]

what is it like to love someone?

geto was never really someone who would ever consider himself to be capable of loving. not to say he never tried, but he simply… couldn’t; he never had the chance to. he loved his bestfriend, the obnoxious white haired beanstalk, his close friend, the overly mature and tired 2nd year student, but never had he ever fell in love with anyone romantically.

but ever since you came crashing into his life, literally - you fell from the second floor window onto him who stood by the pavement right below the window, and thankfully he realised it soon enough to be able to catch you and soften the landing with the aid of his curses - his life changed. his once monotonous world with bits and pieces of blue blossomed into a world full of colours, blinding yet captivating.

maybe, to love someone is to love them during their most chaotic moments. he thought back on the days where the both of you just dressed in pyjamas onesies and went your whole day like that, not giving a single bother to the stares and looks from outsiders to your seemingly outrageous outfits. seeing the look on their faces made you and geto burst into laughter, the day becoming one of the many core memories you both share.

maybe, to love someone is to be with them even at their worst. he remembered when you lost your job, tears staining your cheeks as you stumbled through the front door, makeup smudged and shoulders slumped with defeat. in that moment, geto’s heart ached at the sight of your pain, and he knew he couldn’t let you face it alone. he held you close, offering silent comfort and unwavering support, because to love someone is to be their refuge in moments of despair, a steady presence in the midst of life’s storms. in those darkest moments, his unwavering love became a lifeline, a testament to the strength of your connection.

maybe, to love someone is to surprise them with your own love. geto remembered the time you knocked on his door at 3 in the morning just to pull him out for a late night drive, bringing him to the place you went for your first date - the hilltop behind your high school, overlooking the whole of tokyo. there laid a tiny little tent, small enough to fit only two sleeping bags, big enough to fit the both of you. geto really never had so much fun pointing out stars and constellations he never knew existed even if he light pollution made it harder than you had expected to see them. even when rain suddenly poured from the otherwise clear sky, you never had so much fun rolling around in the tent playfighting with each other, and the way he had to hold his laughter in as you almost pushed the tent over as you fell had him dying inside. 

maybe, to love someone is to imagine living the rest of your life with them. the realisation happened when he was out with gojo and shoko, and they got to the topic of settling down in the future. it was bound to happen - they were already adults, they had to. the thought of having you by his side for the rest of his life made his heart flutter - to be able to be with you, to get stand by the end of the aisle as you walk down towards him,  to get the chance to love you till the end of time - he never longed for something that badly before.

geto noticed you outside as you waved at him through the windows, a big smile planted on your face as you held onto the grocery bags on your other hand tightly. geto, you mouthed, come out! 

geto, with a smile on his face, bid farewell to shoko and gojo who sat right before him, slumped down against the table mumbling something along the lines of why you gotta leave so early before receiving a smack on the head from shoko - one which geto was grateful for. he smiled and waved at them before leaving the cafe as you stood outside by the door, hands raising to show him the bag of noodles you got and - are those 5 bags of family sized doritos?

“i got us some soba noodles for tonight! we could stay home and watch some movies after and get some cuddles, how about that?”

yeah, geto thought, this is what it's like to love someone.

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[april-is]

April 12, 2024: A Small Psalm, Catherine Wing

A Small Psalm Catherine Wing

Sorrow be gone, be a goner, be forsooth un-sooth, make like a suit and beat it, vamoose from the heavy heavy, be out from under the night's crawlspace, call not for another stone, more weight more weight, be extinguished, extinguish, the dark, that which is deep and hollow, that which presses from all sides, that which squeezes your heart into an artichoke-heart jar and forbids it breathe, that which is measured by an unbalanced scale, banish the broken, the unfixable, the shattered, the cried-over, the cursed, the cursers, the curses— curse them, the stone from the stone fruit, let it be fruit, the pit from the pitted, the pock from the pocked, the rot from the rotten, tarry not at the door, jam not the door's jamb, don't look back, throw nothing over your shoulder, not a word, not a word's edge, vowel, consonant, but run out, run out like the end of a cold wind, end of season, and in me be replaced with a breath of light, a jack-o'-lantern, a flood lamp or fuse box, a simple match or I would even take a turn signal, traffic light, if it would beat beat and flash flood like the moon at high tide, let it, let it, let it flare like the firefly, let it spark and flash, kindle and smoke, let it twilight and sunlight, and sunlight and moonlight, and when it is done with its lighting let it fly, will'-o-the-wisp, to heaven.

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Also: + you can’t be a star in the sky without holy fire, Frank X. Gaspar + Untitled [I closed the book and changed my life], Bruce Smith

Today in:

2023: How to Do Absolutely Nothing, Barbara Kingsolver 2022: Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you., Gabrielle Calvocoressi 2021: I saw Emmett Till this week at the grocery store, Eve L. Ewing 2020: Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station And a Full Moon Over the Gulf of Mexico and All its Invisible Fishes, Jane Hirshfield 2019: Flores Woman, Tracy K. Smith 2018: The Universe as Primal Scream, Tracy K. Smith 2017: Soul, David Ferry 2016: Turkeys, Galway Kinnell 2015: He Said Turn Here, Dean Young 2014: I Don’t Miss It, Tracy K. Smith 2013: Hotel Orpheus, Jason Myers 2012: Emily Dickinson’s To-Do List, Andrea Carlisle 2011: Now That I Am in Madrid and Can Think, Frank O’Hara 2010: The Impossible Marriage, Donald Hall 2009: The Rider, Naomi Shihab Nye 2008: from Homage to Mistress Bradstreet, John Berryman 2007: This Heavy Craft, P.K. Page 2006: Late Ripeness, Czeslaw Milosz 2005: A Martian Sends A Postcard Home, Craig Raine

#feast on your life #the way it’s night for many miles and then suddenly it's not #sorrow #joy #poem #catherine wing

[lilacura]

Realms apart | Jang Wonyoung

pairing: Sorcerer!Jang Wonyoung x Fae!Reader

>wc: 1.4k

sypnosis: two souls, Y/N and Wonyoung, discover an otherworldly connection through a magical portal. As their enchanting journey unfolds, unforeseen challenges lead to a heart-wrenching separation, leaving them yearning across realms.

In the midst of enchanted realms, Y/N, a delicate fae with wings that shimmered like the moon, stumbled upon an ancient portal during her ethereal wanderings.

"Hello there," Y/N said softly, her wings fluttering delicately. "I'm a fae from the realm of moonlit dreams. And you are?"

Out from the other side emerged Wonyoung, a sorceress with silver hair flowing like starlight.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Wonyoung said with a gentle smile. "I'm Wonyoung, a sorceress from realms unknown. Looks like we've stumbled upon quite the enchanting encounter, haven't we?"

Unaware of each other's origins, Y/N and Wonyoung found themselves drawn together by the intrigue of unexplored landscapes. "This place is something else," Y/N continued. "Feels like a whole new world."

Wonyoung grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, a world filled with surprises. Let's see what it's got."

Their days unfolded with a rhythm of unexpected moments. Amidst vibrant wildflowers, Y/N admired the colors. "Nature here sure knows how to throw a party, huh?"

Wonyoung chuckled, brushing off a stray petal. "Absolutely. It's like every day is a festival."

As they ventured deeper, they encountered mystical creatures. One day, mischievous sprites decided to test their wit with a riddle. Y/N smirked, turning to Wonyoung. "Ready for some brain exercise?"

Wonyoung raised an eyebrow. "Always. Let's show these sprites what we've got."

Their cleverness unraveled the puzzle, earning the sprites' playful laughter. The duo's laughter joined the woodland chorus.

In the heart of ancient ruins, Y/N traced her fingers along worn carvings. "These markings tell tales of the past. Feels like we're stepping into history."

Wonyoung, examining the carvings, nodded. "Who knows, maybe someone will find traces of our mischief someday."

However, their enchanting journey faced challenges. A day marked by ominous clouds brought forth a torrential storm. Y/N and Wonyoung sought refuge in a hidden cave, the echoes of thunder creating an intimate melody.

"Looks like nature decided to test our resilience," Y/N said, her wings slightly dampened. Unable to move her wings, she tried fluttering them but failed. Her whimpers of pain echoing through the cave.

Wonyoung frowned, conjuring a shimmering shield against the rain. "Are you okay? Do you want me to help with anything?." 

Y/N smiled softly “Thank you Wony but there really isn’t much to do, all we gotta do is wait till it dries.” 

As they faced challenges, the strain on the portal became apparent. Sitting by a moonlit pool, Y/N sighed. "We can't ignore the portal's instability. We need to find a way to fix this or risk being stuck here."

Wonyoung nodded, her expression determined. "Agreed. Let's not let some wonky portal ruin our time in this magical mess."

Nights beneath the starlit sky turned into moments of shared warmth. By the crackling fire, their eyes met. A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "Guess we've found our own kind of magic in all this chaos."

Wonyoung, captivated by the flickering flames and Y/N's presence, reached out. "Maybe the real magic is us, together, navigating through the unknown."

Days turned into nights, and beneath the starlit sky, Y/N and Wonyoung embraced the unpredictability of their adventure. The magic of their days wasn't just in the realms they traversed but in the laughter, banter, and shared understanding that made each moment and every touch unforgettable.

Amidst the enchantment, more moments unfolded. They discovered a hidden grove where luminescent fireflies created a mesmerizing dance. Y/N grinned, her eyes reflecting the soft glow. "Looks like the stars came down to join our little party."

Wonyoung chuckled, the fireflies casting a gentle glow on her features. "Our own private light show."

Their journey led them to a tranquil meadow, where they lay side by side, watching clouds drift lazily across the sky. Y/N pointed to the sky, tracing imaginary shapes. "See that cloud? Looks like a dragon."

Wonyoung followed Y/N's gaze, a playful smile forming. "A dragon, huh? I see it now. Your imagination is something else."

The simple moments, like sharing laughter and creating imaginary tales, became the threads weaving the tapestry of their shared days. In a spontaneous gesture, Y/N reached for Wonyoung's hand, fingers intertwining effortlessly.

As they strolled through a field of blossoms, the air filled with their laughter. Wonyoung playfully plucked a flower, tucking it behind Y/N's ear. "For the most enchanting fae in all the realms."

Y/N grinned, a blush tinting her cheeks. "And for the sorceress who weaves magic into every moment."

In these quiet and unexpected moments, their connection deepened. Whether facing challenges or reveling in the simplicity of shared laughter, Y/N and Wonyoung embraced the unpredictable beauty of their intertwined destinies.

The final moments approached, and Y/N and Wonyoung faced the heart-wrenching truth—their enchanting journey was reaching its tragic conclusion. The once-stable portal now pulsated erratically, casting a cold, uncertain light upon their somber faces.

As they sat by the moonlit pool, the air became heavy with the impending farewell. Wonyoung's voice trembled as she spoke, "Y/N, the portal's instability... it's tearing us apart. I never imagined our story would end like this."

Y/N, with tearful eyes, whispered, "Sometimes, even the most beautiful stories are marred by cruel endings. It feels like the magic we found is slipping away."

They clung to each other's hands, fingers desperately entwined as if trying to defy the inevitable. The once-vibrant realms echoed with the haunting melody of separation, each note a painful reminder of what they were about to lose.

The moonlit pool, once a reflection of their shared laughter, now seemed to mock them with its cold, indifferent surface. Y/N's voice cracked as she uttered the words that shattered their hearts, "Wonyoung, we can't escape this. The portal is taking you away, and I can't follow."

Wonyoung, tears streaming down her face, replied, "I thought our love could defy the forces that govern these realms. But it seems we were just fleeting stars in a vast, indifferent cosmos."

They held onto their final moments, as if stretching time itself. In the cruel dance of fate, the portal surged, demanding its toll. Y/N and Wonyoung shared a tearful gaze, a silent farewell etched with unspoken love and agony.

"I'll carry the echoes of our laughter, the warmth of your touch, and the haunting memory of our shared journey," Wonyoung whispered, her voice breaking with sorrow.

Y/N, her voice choked with grief, replied, "And I'll hold onto the fragments of our magic, the stolen kisses beneath starlit skies, and the love that defied the boundaries of realms."

As the portal enveloped them, their final desperate words hung in the air, lingering like an unfulfilled promise. The realms that once witnessed their joy now bore witness to the brutal separation.

In the heart-wrenching silence that followed, Y/N and Wonyoung found themselves torn apart, stranded on opposite sides of an unforgiving magical chasm. The moonlit pool, a cold reflection of their yearning, stood as a silent testimony to a love that transcended dimensions but succumbed to the inevitable tragedy of a world where magic dictated merciless endings.

As the portal's shimmering glow subsided, leaving them in their respective realms, a strange sense of emptiness settled over Y/N and Wonyoung. Wonyoung, standing alone in her realm, felt the weight of separation press upon her. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, as the reality of their parting sank in.

She gazed longingly at the place where the portal once connected them, aching for the presence of the delicate fae who had become her everything. The air in her realm seemed to echo with the distant laughter and shared moments, now haunting reminders of what was lost.

Meanwhile, in her own realm, Y/N crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed by the agony of their separation. Her cries reverberated through the magical landscapes that once felt so alive with the shared joy of their adventure. Tears streamed down her face as she called out, a desperate plea carried by the unseen forces that now kept them apart.

"Wonyoung! Please, come back! Don't leave me alone in this endless emptiness!" Y/N's voice wavered with sorrow, reaching across the realms in a futile attempt to bridge the insurmountable gap.

In her realm, Wonyoung clutched her chest, feeling the resonance of Y/N's pain. The unspoken connection that bound them seemed to stretch and strain, a testament to a love that refused to be severed by mere distance.

As Wonyoung stood, heavy with unshed tears, and Y/N cried out in the solitude of her own realm, the moonlit pool reflected the heartbreaking duality of their shared grief. The realms, once filled with enchantment, now bore witness to the somber aftermath of a love that faced the cruelest fate imaginable—forever existing in the echo of what once was.

a/n: this was super rushed but happy new years!!! (I'm so late ik)

#ive #ive x reader #wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #ive wonyoung x reader #izone #iz*one #izone x reader #gg x reader #girl group

[scatteredthoughts2]

STAR MAN.

A Star Man came to me last night,

And I asked him what was wrong,

He said we've been listening to the tunes you sing,

And it seems you've changed your song.

I asked him what he meant by that,

And he hung his head and cried,

He said there's too much bloodshed in our world;

Too many innocents have died.

He said we've been watching you from afar,

And your world's a sorry place,

Wars and famine across the land,

Your Earth's a huge disgrace.

He said I bring to you a warning,

For your world will surely die,

Your finger's on the button,

To rain missiles from the sky.

And when it starts it will not stop,

Till there's only misery and death,

And the ones who press the button,

Will do so with no regret.

He said no one will listen,

For they are blinded by their greed,

A few acres here and there,

They say they really need.

He said I could go with him,

To his home in outer space,

But I said I must stay here;

I am needed in this place.

And when the Spaceman left me,

He said I wish you well,

He said I could only save so many,

I could not save the world from hell.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

#ambrose harte #writerscreed #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetselixir #smittenbypoetry #poetryportal #poetrysavedfromobscurity #scattered thoughts #so many tears #poetry-reruns

[eclairfair98]

The swing doesn’t creak under his weight. It’s different from the little tyre Dad had strung up for him in the backyard when he was a kid. But in the ways that matter, it’s exactly the same.

Securing his grip on the chains, Pete takes a few steps back. And then, he lets go. Swings ahead, kicking the air. The white of his shoelaces almost glowing in the dark.

The height of the swing increases with every pump of his legs, a glorious breeze blowing against his damp brow. The rise in his body’s centre of mass making itself know in bubbly feeling floating in his belly.

It’s almost like one little swing is enough to turn-off something as big as gravity.

And maybe, gravity only exists as a manifestation of the loneliness of all the molecules and atoms and protons and neutrons and electrons that make up the Earth.

Of the loneliness experienced by all the living breathing people with burdens and disappointments and broken dreams that inhabit the planet.

“Pete… slow down. Please.”

The voice reaches out to him, but he can’t really hear it. Smooth syllables rounded out by the faint buzzing in his ears. ‘Cause somewhere in Pete’s head, all the sound has gone out.

And what is life? What does it even mean to be alive?

He closes his eyes against the cool wind buffeting his face, raises his legs as he reaches the topmost part of the arc of his swing. Takes in a breath that makes a gasping sound at the back of his throat.

Is it this?

The act of breathing in and breathing out.

Is inspiring oxygen and expiring carbon dioxide, pumping enough blood from his heart to his arteries and eventually, all of his visceral organs, enough to classify Pete as alive?

Maybe, it is.

If so, maybe he’s only as alive as an insentient tree, or a patch of symbiotic lichen growing on the bark of a tree. Or a non-flagellated bacteria that cannot move freely through its own immediate environment and lives out its brief, insignificant existence stuck in the same ultra-microscopic space that Nature deemed it appropriate to cage him in.

After all, what is he?

A universe of atoms. An atom in the universe.

There’s fresh wetness burning behind his eyelids, clumping his lashes, and Pete makes a valiant attempt to fight the stupid, overwhelming, all-encompassing need to cry, till he ends up crying a little, anyway. Staring up at a flock of stars scattered across the night sky. At the light that’s been traveling for hundreds and thousands of years to reach his tired eyes.

“Push me higher, Daddy, I want to fly!” he would implore. And his father’d always obliged. Instructing him to hold on tight, as the sky rushed up to welcome him with open arms.

The metal chains of the swing dig into his palms, but Pete doesn’t notice the discomfort, tightly closing his hands around the only thing tethering him to the ground.

Pumping his legs for the last time, Pete wonders whether he and his father are looking up at the same night sky, whether Dad sees the frozen lights twinkling against a backdrop of crushed, black velvet, and thinks about just how small he is in the grand scheme of things.

And in that sublime moment that seems to stretch on infinitely, Pete is flying.

After a while, he does slow down, spots Tom who’s now standing next to his swing, off to the side. His shoes skid against the sand as he comes to an abrupt stop. Little spots dancing in front of his eyes. Growing bigger and bigger. Taking on shapes and colors: starry-blues, fuchsia-pinks, firetruck-reds. Till his vision starts crumpling ‘round the edges.

Till strong hands grip his waist and his arm, deftly lower him into the swing, hold him securely till the colors fade away. Bleed into the night.

“I’ve got you,” Tom murmurs, warm hand moving up to cradle Pete’s tear-stained cheek. To caress his quivering chin with a calloused thumb.

This way they’re at eye level, and Pete can see his face clearly. Can smell his scent. Like a rain shower in the summertime after the grass has been cut.

“I really don’t know what this is, but I feel so scared, Tom… I feel so alone...”

Moonlight glances off Tom’s wedding ring, and Pete brushes his pinky against the cool metal. A minuscule movement that stills Tom’s hand. Turns it boneless in Pete’s grip.

“But you’re not alone, Pete. You don’t have to be scared, ‘cause I’m going to take care of you. You have me. You’ll always have me,” Tom whispers. And it feels as though he’s reciting a prayer, breathed into existence against the unsteady beat of Pete’s heart.

He runs his thumb along Tom’s knuckles, over the warmth seeping through his sun-kissed skin. Over the faint scars sloping over the smooth ridge.

Remembers how Tom got those scars. The bubblegum pink balloons that littered the varnished gym floor at prom. The fraying ends of the ribbon tying the corsage to his wrist. It’s rose petals picked away by his anxious fingers. The short-lived relief of getting away from the heat and the people and the noise. From all of the eyes on him, and all of the whispers. Of Annapolis admissions and impending engagements and the possibility of getting bonded before marriage. Of the fact that the Academy forbade Midshipmen from getting married. But didn’t stop them from bonding their omegas.

He remembers the sharp smell of unfamiliar alpha stinging his nose. The cold burn of calloused fingers on his neck. The yelp of distress punching it’s way out of his chest. The white-hot shock that flooded his insides when a senior he hardly recognized leaned in to deliberately scent him and remark: Kazansky’s got himself a sweet one, all right. But you don’t seem to like him very much, do you? Say, if you’re looking for someone better—

Remembers only being able to string together three weak words, nascent tears choking his voice: Let me go.

Remembers the blur of motion at the edges of his vision. Strangled sounds of a brief scuffle. Raw knuckles clenched into tight fists. A spot of blood staining the pressed-clean collar of Tom’s dress shirt. Quicksilver glinting in his steady blue eyes.

Unapologetic even in the face of detention and the threat of suspension.

The same eyes that are looking at him now: open and vulnerable and all the more steadier for it.

“Please, let me be there for you. Let me be good to you. Let me take care of you. Let me…”

Tom shuffles closer, touches the hem of his tee-shirt with shaky fingers. Smooths it down where it had ridden up, exposing a sliver of his pale abdomen.

“Okay,” he whispers.

Because Tom isn’t a liar. He would never lie. Not to Pete. Not to anyone.

Because Tom would never not be good to him.

Because Tom’s hands never shake, but they’re shaking now. As Pete cradles them in his own, brings them down to his still flat belly. Feels the press of them against his covered skin. The space between his breaths shortening, till he lets a little breath go.

Till he closes the distance between them, his mouth hot on Tom’s, the whole of him held between Tom’s shaky palms.

Because Tom feels like home.

Tom’s eyes widen, his next inhale coming in a little shorter, a little sharper. And Tom tugs him a little closer, curls his calloused fingers round the slope of his jaw, kisses Pete deeper. Something desperate in the hard press of his lips on Pete’s. Something heartbreakingly tender about it.

And Pete doesn’t know what to do with it. With the way his chest’s heaving like it’s being crushed under the weight of his ribs. With the way his lungs are bursting, ballooning up and taking his breath away.

And it feels so simple. So easy. Even though it really isn’t. The honesty of it. Of wanting to hold. Of wanting to be held. Of wanting to love and be loved.

But he leans into it. Fingers weaving softly in Tom’s thick hair, thumbs tracing the curve of his cheekbones.

Because, Tom is home.

#the unbearable lightness of being #omegaverse #icemav #tw: unplanned pregnancy / misogyny (in the context of omega verse) / mentions of assault (in the past)

[wandurrlust]

each time you fall in love

pairing : osamu x y/n, suna x y/n

genre : angst

cw : established relationship, implied (emotional) cheating (?), mentions of cigarettes

words : 1.8k

a/n : i really hate the way tumblr drafts glitch

When you're in love, you see it everywhere — on the coffee stains engraved within your favourite mug and on the rain soaked windows in the middle of the night. You see it in your reflection through your tear soaked eyes and you see it in the text from Osamu that says can we talk about this tomorrow?

You blame love when you're unable to sleep, because it hurts — it feels like your heart is being ripped right out of your ribcage and your lungs are being set on fire. Love is war, they say. Love is war, you know.

You love Osamu — you love him like the rain loves the ocean, like summer loves pink and like roses love sunshine. You love Osamu when the days are bleak and blend together with the night, you love him when the stars grow dull and the sky gets grey.

You love Osamu, except for when you don't. Except for when he's loud — when it's a crisp October evening outside but ice cold inside his apartment. When you're walking away, tears on your skin with his scarf around your neck — a promise of you'll never see him again.

You love Osamu. But you hate him when Suna welcomes you home, when you catch a whiff of coffee beans that almost put out the lingering scent of half lit cigarettes.

And when the credits of your favourite movie start rolling past Rin's laptop, you stifle a groan. Debating if telling him all about everything that went down today was worth it.

Did you fight again?

And there it is, you're telling him everything there is to tell. Because the softness in Rin's voice lets you know he cares and you know he cares far more than he'll ever admit.

Suna listens. He listens as your fingernails begin to press against your palm and he listens through the tremble that falls past your lips. He doesn't comfort you, not once.

He doesn't pull you close or rake his fingers through your hair. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings till you fall asleep in his arms. Because that's a line he'd rather not cross.

And that's okay, because that's how it's always been.

Suna is the home you retire to every night after work, one you'd built all by yourself. Suna is your best friend. But sometimes you wonder if you're his.

Osamu doesn't like Suna.

When you hear him say this for the first time, you laugh it off.

Are you jealous, Samu?

It's asked between breathy kisses and conjoined limbs, with his nose nuzzling the skin under your neck. And truth to be told, you don't want to know the answer.

Me jealous? Of Suna?

He whispers through your hair, not quite liking the sour aftertaste that lingers in his mouth at having uttered Suna. You find it bemusing, how Osamu refers to Rin by his last name despite having played on the same team as him all throughout highschool. Aren't they supposed to be the best of friends?

Not a chance sweetheart.

The second time he tells you this, it's bitter. Venom drips through his heavy voice and almost spills onto his vanilla skin — his words feel like thorns against your bare stomach, you think you're about to cough up blood.

Why is it always him over me?

Osamu knows that you probably think he's gone mad. But he can't help himself, not when it comes to Suna.

Samu, are you being serious?

He has to brace himself before he can face you again, do you seriously think he's making all of this up?

No sweetheart, of course not.

It's accompanied by a humourless chuckle, and Osamu feels his feet buckling beneath his weight. He should calm down. But fuck.

You don't understand what he's trying to get at. And quite frankly, you think he's being fucking unreasonable.

Samu what the fuck. Rin is my best friend.

And you can't imagine a life without Rin in it. Because for as long as you can recall, he's been there — looking over you from the stands.

But Osamu can't stand him — he's never been able to. Because Suna has always been sweeter, calmer, better. He's everything Samu could never be.

Rin is your best friend, but Samu doesn't like how the two of you stay up and night, talking to eachother. He doesn't like how you're looking for Suna after a long day. He doesn't like how good the two of you look together.

Right now, Osamu wants to push you away. But he can tell there's a lump in your throat and isn't going to die out any time soon. Because when you're angry, you cry.

Rin is your best friend, but when you're falling apart that night, it's in Osamu's arms.

Samu is there for you in ways Rin isn't. He pulls you close and kisses your hair before lacing his fingers with yours. You pull them to your lips. You don't want to let go.

I'm sorry, he whispers against you. It's fine, you say. Because with Osamu, it's always fine.

Rin is there for you when Samu isn't, when he hasn't been answering your calls for a week and when you're losing your fucking brain.

You're sat beside him on his apartment balcony, the tiles shoot chills through your body it stings against your skin.

You scrunch your nose up in order to keep up with the grey puffs of smoke above your head. You watch Suna inhale one, two, three drags of the cigarette held between his fingers.

The air between the two of you is silent. Neither one makes an attempt to break it down, you think it's better this way. And you think that's why you like being by Suna so much — he doesn't talk too much.

You extend your hand towards him, and he lets you grab the cigar from within his fingertips. His eyes flick to your mouth as you bring the cigarette to your lips and for a moment, his world comes to a halt.

You take a long breath, allowing the nicotine to take over your body, it tightens your chest and you let out a cough — cold and deliberate. Still Suna makes no attempt to make you feel at ease.

I thought you didn't smoke anymore.

Your voice is hoarse, it's the first thing you've said in six hours. There's no answer and honestly, you don't expect one. You let your eyes wander to the city lights underneath you, it reminds you of home — of Osamu. Of how he would wrap his arms around you and promise you the world every time he could.

Oh, I don't.

Fuck, you miss Osamu. You hate how you've been trying to reach out to him for days at an end now, only to be met by silence. Is he okay?

When the chill wind hits your scalp, your stomach sinks in. What if Samu decided he was finally done with you. Your vision begins to blur and your head hurts. Love is hell.

Bullshit Rin, you're a liar.

It's said through your teeth and pierces him like a dagger. He takes a breath to steady himself because it feels like he's about to fall.

Sometimes you wonder if Osamu sees you everywhere, if he loves you as much as you love him — if he loves you at all. But when you weave your fingers through his hair to lull him to sleep, you know it's futile worrying about useless stuff like that.

You know Osamu loves you.

Suna watches as your phone lights up, he watches as your eyes graze over the screen and your lips curl upwards. You let out a breath of relief and put out the cigarette on one of the tiles sitting on his balcony.

It's going to leave a stain, but Rin knows he isn't going to have the heart to scrub it off, it's a piece of you after all. One that he hopes he'll get to keep with himself for a long, long time.

He says he got caught up in some family stuff.

The words startle Suna, because he'd almost forgotten that there were people in this world besides the two of you. That there was Osamu, someone he could never win against. He'd forgotten that you weren't his, that no matter how little the gap between the two of you was, you'd never be his.

You aren't going to give him hell?

And you wonder why you aren't. You wonder why you'll always let Osamu walk over your heart and crush it into a hundred pieces, why you'll always hold your arms wide open for him to bury himself into, why you'll forever mutter an I understand despite wanting to rip the hair off your head.

He's probably already going through hell, Rin.

Suna’s chest constricts as he watches you bid goodbye to him. He doesn't know why but something about you leaving tonight makes it all seem so permanent, like he'd never get a chance to witness your presence beside him ever again.

He thinks he might pass out as he watches you finally step into the elevator, because even though he'd made you promise to not get into any trouble on the way to Osamu’s apartment, he knows it's nearly impossible for you.

Suna is your best friend but you forget all about him when you're watching it pour outside through the windows of Osamu's apartment.

You're sitting on the couch, lost in the haze like lovers on a Sunday morning. With Osamu, it's coffee breath and starlit nights, it's listening to Matty healy curse through the speakers and dancing around the living room with your lips drawn together.

Osamu is a promise, you believe; one that you'd made to yourself when you were seven, one that you hope you'll never end up breaking. He's a poem you'd written on your seventeenth birthday, he's the fire that lights up your lungs on a cold winter evening.

When you're in love, it feels like you're about to die. It's too good, too much. It feels like you're falling but you let yourself slip — because you know you'll have your lover waiting for you on the other side.

You love Osamu, you love him like he's your last breath and you love him like a silent prayer.

But when you're wishing Rin a happy birthday, he goes dizzy. Because he thinks he'll love you forever.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #hq fanfic #angst #haikyuu angst #hq angst #miya osamu #osamu angst #suna angst #osamu miya #miya osumu #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna fic

[shakingparadigm]

When lvan removes the collar from Till,in that room where he was left alone (that to me looks like a *cough cough* shady club in a red light district. Poor Till) it reminded me of little lvan rebelling for the first time,entering in Till's cell (in Black Sorrow's flashbacks) and freeing him to escape with him. The parallelism is insane...they couldn't escape anymore,forever trapped until the round's outcome. Instead of a meteor shower,we were showered with rain. Good choice,vivinos. I really liked the grey sky.

One more thing,l think lvan was pretending to choke Till.At the end he doesn't gasp for air and doesn't have red marks. It's completely different from Mizi and Luka. Luka eyes were about to pop out. Till abandons himself and gladly accept what Ivan is doing because he was already dead.He is shocked when he feels that lvan has loosened the grip. He opens the eyes just to see him fall and smile. I also think that Ivan's intention was not to be remembered by Till with that kiss. It's obvious he'll remember everything about the round anyway,like his traumatic past. Present. The aliens were so disgusted by the kiss that,from being on the same level,Till surpassed the score. The love and hype for Ivan became anger: he interrupted their show,he acted in an improper way.

The last peck he gives him,the one showed in full frame,is the real deal. It was a ''goodbye'' and not a tactic to make the aliens frown and displeased anymore. He got to kiss him,something he always wanted to do,so it's not really a tactic.

''It was a good way to die.'' (cit probably Ivan)

''HELLO THE ALIENS ARE HOMOPHOBIC THEY DON'T WANT TO SEE A GAY ASS KISS ANOTHER MAN.THEY WANT TO BE ENTERTAINED? I WILL DO IT MY WAY. WITH PLEASURE.'' (cit. Ivan again)

Ivan waited for a reaction from Till,before and while chocking him. At some point his gaze trembles,he can't stand to see him drained from all his determination.He feels lost,but not because he wanted to see the old Till,who acted like his pillar.Not to feel contented,but because he thought that Till really LOST himself.He ponders about what to do next. ''This kiss will not make him misunderstand''. ''What to do next now that I'm choking him.Are we both doomed''. It is true that Ivan is obsessed with Till beyond the concept of devotion,at the point to make his life revolve around him. Till was what made him dream. He wasn't just something that awakened his vitality (and something else) in the emptiness. Ivan was like a puppet you move with strings,apathic,waiting to die. He didn't realize he could react and reapproach to his identity. Still,I don't think he wanted Till to die with him.

In this round,the one who always fight give up .The one who was inspired and obedient, rebels once again because of the glim of that ''star''. His black sorrow.

Rather than "I love you" it was like he was screaming "You have to live. Live on". He never had his love. For the trauma thing he discussed with Sua..well maybe he thought he didn't meant that much for Till,he was describing what Sua had the chance to get and,in his perspective,would have not cherished with her sacrifice.I don't think he was jealous of her. He says ''I feel relieved. The fact I'm not the only one who's messed up in the head'' . He didn't seem to hate Mizi too.

And the lyrics "Even if your cold words carve scars beneath my eyes , may they linger on your tongue. You can break me apart". This says a lot about lvan self-destructive nature. It doesn't surprise me he was ready to risk it all. He let the pain engulf him,going in the monster's mouth. He worshipped everything about Till. He touched Till's scar and then put the fingers on his lips.He wanted to feel his blood. Like if he could get closer to Till in this gesture,to compensate for the emptiness of the love he would have liked to receive from him.

If I were to say something to lvan: my buddy,your dedication truly amazed me. You were shoot three times and didn't even flinch. I'll call you IVANilla. Cause I like vanilla. I'm sorry,you're not only dead but now you have this name.

Till VS Luka.

Hyuna bleeding. If they ever get captured,they'll be killed or be imprisoned? Till will get up alone or with the certainty of Mizi's life? For Ivan's sacrifice?

Luka,that guy,I know he laughed after watching round 6.

Like someone else said,WE HAVE TO BEAT HELLERS YOU ALL. YOU ALL!!!!!

AND DON'T FORGET: CHEER UP! :)

First of all, I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this ask (and a bunch of other asks as well). There's just been a lot to think about lately which makes things a little overwhelming. This is a pretty long mesage, so I wanted to find time to answer it as best as I can. Thank you for sending such a long ask, I appreciate that you take time out of your day to share all these thoughts with me :)

The constant theme of Ivan saving Till is so tragic, but also it's really interesting how Ivan is able to deactivate collars and restraints so easily? He's incredibly observant, intelligent, and a trusted pet, so he could've picked up the technique from watching the aliens. It's honestly crazy how much power Ivan has? I mean, he's not on par with aliens by any means, but he could've been such an asset in the rebellion. There seems to be a lot that Ivan knew about, a lot of places he could access that other humans couldn't. Anyways, the parallel... Ivan freeing Till as a child and running away with him, contrasting with Ivan as an adult freeing Till yet remaining stationary. As children they had hope, as adults they know they're chained to their circumstances. All Ivan does this time is press his face to Till's, a small, soft comfort before their inevitable doom.

This is a thought I've always had about Ivan even before ROUND 6, but he always seemed like Till's protector in a way. Some call him a "guardian angel" of sorts (it's quite literal now. unfortunately). Despite Ivan's strange and offputting behavior, he always came back to help Till in one way or another. A lot of things that he did seemed to be an attempt to service Till in some way, even if they were done in roundabout manner. Even the childish act of stealing Till's things just to give them back to him is a (albeit fabricated) situation wherein Till needs something and only Ivan has what it takes to provide it to him. Ivan knows how to unlock the collars. Ivan knows where the restricted area is. Ivan knows where Till's things are. Ivan knows where Till is taken when he is hurt. Ivan knows how to escape. Every ounce of knowledge Ivan has is used for Till's sake. This is an insane amount devotion. Protecting and aiding Till by any means possible.

The meteor shower turning out to be rain messed me up actually. There was so much hope for the meteors to make a reappearance, especially since they became Ivan's signature and are associated with the infamous Meteor Scene. It's fitting, though, for us to expect blazing stars and instead be met with rainfall. There is no fiery passion, no bombastic jailbreak, no escape for the both of them. Cure is honestly so tragic because everything that we'd hoped for just... didn't happen (unless you prayed that Ivan would die! congratulations if you did). All we get is the depressing downfall of water. Extinguished flames, their cold and heavy circumstances drowning out hope and passion, emotions that so closely tied themselves to their beloved meteors now dissipating like smoke. Most of all, Till's lyric "Until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time".

After some deliberation, yeah, I agree that Ivan didn't perform the act to necessarily be "remembered". It wasn't his main motivation, at least. Many of my perspectives on certain aspects of ROUND 6 have changed since I first saw it through tear-blurred eyes (still in absolute shock to this day). The Confession comic further hammered down on this fact, as Ivan's states that his act of sacrifice wasn't as cruel as Sua's because he believed that Till didn't care about him enough to crumble for him like Mizi did for Sua. However, I don't think the aliens were disgusted by the kiss. We only see the scores changing once Ivan wraps his hands around Till's neck. They were definitely shocked by it, yeah, some maybe even against it, but I don't think it contributed to his score lowering as much as the "attempted murder" did. Luka tossed Mizi around and stepped into her space a lot (uncomfortably so) during ROUND 5, Till smashed open an alien on stage, so I don't think the aliens are unfamiliar with more... unique acts during performances. What they definitely won't let slide, however, is attacking the opponent. I do agree that the public's love for Ivan quickly soured into something else, at least for certain groups of aliens. His fanbase is now probably divided between the new haters and the diehard fans who are fighting for their lives.

THE ALIENS ARE HOMOPHOBIC 😭 HELP LMAO. I think they'd just be Tillphobic tbh

I also believe Ivan wasn't actually choking Till, he just needed it to look like he was. Till didn't show any signs of struggle except for that first instance of shock. My best friend pointed it out at first, too. She mentioned that Till's body didn't react to the "choking" in any way, in fact, his expression seemed almost peaceful. Till assumed that Ivan intended on choking him and gave up, even when he wasn't actually restricting his air yet. "Abandoning himself" is a pretty great way to word it. I think even Ivan was rattled at how lifeless Till was in that moment.

Ivan's face is contorted in this frame, and it could be because of the gunshots, yes (he's honestly holding it together very well for someone who got shot THRICE), but Ivan was shot as well before this frame and he still maintained a stoic expression. To me, Ivan's stress in this scene stems from the realization that Till is not fighting back. Even with the sound of gunshots piercing skin and the weight of hands around his neck, Till remains unresponsive. Of course it was obvious that Till was giving up right from the moment ROUND 6 started, but to see him so readily accept death no matter the method... his star has truly burned out. He was waiting for a reaction that would never come at this point. The paragraph you wrote about this is honestly beautiful.

Ivan and Till essentially "switching" for this round is one of the things that I hoped for ever since they announced production, so I'm really happy (and devastated) to see it come to life. Ivan taking the biggest and last risk of his life in order to save his star, who spurred on all these feelings in the first place. I agree that his act wasn't an "I love you", though. I was a bit wrong in one of my previous posts. I don't think he cared for his own feelings in that moment. He prioritized Till first and foremost, performing the final act with the belief that Till, even up to this point, didn't care about him.

I never thought Ivan genuinely hated Sua, but I do still think that he was envious of her. It's confirmed now in the Confession comic, too. Seeing how Mizi and Sua loved each other, it gave him an "indescribable" feeling, one that made his brows furrow, his face dropping into a complicated expression. I also think that he never hated Mizi, either. After all, why would he? Just because Till loves her? He knows all too well that people can't control who they love. It's no fault of hers.

Thank you so much for bringing up Ivan's tendency for self-destruction. Even in his own personal relationships he tends to sabotage himself. Much of Ivan's character is centered around a "lack" of some kind. Lack of emotion, lack of love, lack of anyone close to him that could understand him (It's kind of ironic to think about since out of the whole cast he's probably the most well-provided for aside from Luka). Due to this lack, he desperately attaches himself to any feeling that could make up for the emptiness. The Patreon posts state that Ivan is deeply fascinated by anyone who possesses qualities that he lacks, which is why he developed such strong and obssessive feelings for Till, who seemed to be his opposite.

Ivan tanking 3 shots with a straight face was so insane actually. His expression didn't even budge. Really hammers in how much "normal" emotional responses he lacked. He only ever focused on Till, his source of feeling. Also Ivanilla is so cute actually 😭 fits since he's fond of sweets.

If Hyuna and Mizi are found, I have a feeling they'd be killed on the spot. What they've done is basically unforgivable to the aliens, and Mizi was supposed to be shot dead at the end of ROUND 5 anyway. It's either immediate death or unimaginable torture. I'm not sure how soon Till will be able to "get up", but I feel like if he caught just a glimpse of Mizi he'd regain some of his strength back. He'd have to carry on for Ivan, too.

Luka is definitely going to have one hell of a time during ROUND 7.

CHEER UP! once again sorry it took me so long to get to this. My brain was really disorganized and trying to piece together my thoughts on this was a challenge that had to be put off for a while due to some life issues. Sorry if it's not entirely cohesive! Thank you so much for the ask :)

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[catboydogma]

a dirty business (dreaming)

wc: 1,536

notes: second entry for coday bingo! no sergeants were harmed in the writing of this fic.

summary:

“Not to worry,” Cody said evenly. “Sergeant Wake stopped crying a few meters back. We’re operating at full functionality.” His bucket wasn’t completely empty. He’d brought a pair of medics and a full squad of ARCs and ARFs, leaving Lieutenants Boil and Gregor as in situ battalion commanders. And Howl. Maybe there was a reason to worry after all. “You’re a fuckin’ terror, sir. When you get up there make sure you give the General a piece of your mind for letting his comm die out like that.”

cross-posted to ao3

“Sitrep,” Cody demanded over comms. Boil’s end of the line fuzzed in contemplation.

“’S pissin’ rain, sir,” Boil said at last.

He’d suspected this would happen when he’d promoted Boil for his ability to think creatively under pressure and circumvent standards to play situations to his advantage. The whole lot of his Command Corps were like that. Unfortunately.

“No good trying to make it up that slope for a good look, sir. Last engagement compromised casing integrity on the rock-climbers and the rain’s got all in the engines. We’re sitting nunas ‘till the gunships get here. But—”

Boil’s brief bout of helpfulness died with the next blustery gust of wind. Sheets of rain sliced sideways across the sky for a long moment and frigid water sluiced down the neck of his bodysuit.

“—‘s pissin’ rain. Sir.”

“Astute as ever, Lt.,” Cody said evenly. Visibility was approaching a neat zero with the rain and darkness. The 212th couldn’t afford to tip their hand any more than they already had. Cody was already acting on the conclusion that their base coordinates had been compromised. If not for this damned rain they’d already be moving onward.

Unfortunately, aside from the rain and the predominantly dark rotations resulting from a far-off and geriatric star—aside from the hostile terrain and rockslides and mudslides and sinkholes and the Sith’s own bad luck—their Jedi General had gone and gotten himself stuck halfway up a cliff with a malfunctioning comm unit and a pair of his ARFs.

“The General can find his own way down,” Boil said at last. It sounded like it pained him to say. He was likely right. Still, Cody found himself glancing up at the remainder of the slope he had left, one hand braced against a piton and the other jammed into the cliffside. “We’ll never hear the end of it if half our Command died in a freak rain accident, Commander.”

Ah. The good Lieutenant was feeling helpful again. Cody tested his weight against the piton, then levered his leg up to the next foothold. The rain had made the rock slippery and loosened the grit and pebbles in its various crevices. It was frigid—nearly to freezing temperatures—and Cody’d had to turn his HUD to night vision an hour back. He was soaked to the bone and his toes felt as if they would never be dry again.

All in all, it was a hell of a good time.

“Not to worry,” Cody said evenly. “Sergeant Wake stopped crying a few meters back. We’re operating at full functionality.” His bucket wasn’t completely empty. He’d brought a pair of medics and a full squad of ARCs and ARFs, leaving Lieutenants Boil and Gregor as in situ battalion commanders. And Howl.

Maybe there was a reason to worry after all.

“You’re a fuckin’ terror, sir. When you get up there make sure you give the General a piece of your mind for letting his comm die out like that.”

“I’ll take it under advisement, Lieutenant.” Cody cut the line and grunted with exertion as he heaved himself up the last two meters, relying on the strength of his shoulders and core and digging the fingers of his gauntlets into the cliffside.

The rocky slope leveled out into a slight plateau before climbing into the sky once more. The peak was obscured by the rain and dark and even darker clouds that hung low and heavy in the sky.

What Cody had missed from the bottom of the slope was that there was the jagged mouth of a cave just before the cliff went vertical again—and within the cave, the glow of red emergency light sticks.

Cody had to drop down to one knee and duck his head to get through the opening of the cave, and then it widened right out—his HUD picked out three heat signatures, then Cody was pulling it off so the glow of the light sticks didn’t futz with his night vision.

“Ah, Commander,” Kenobi said cheerfully. His hair was plastered to his skull and his robes were sodden against his torso. He was drenched. And he looked like a drowned tooka. “Excellent timing, as always.”

“General,” Cody said, voice flat. “Lieutenants.”

Kenobi made the particular grimace he did whenever he knew Cody was cross with him, then raised a hand to hide it by stroking his mustache. “In my defense, I only just realized my comm was out of charge. I suspect a bit of rain may have found its way into the casing…”

Behind Kenobi, Waxer—helmet still on, smart trooper—slowly raised his hand and pressed his palm to the front of his visor.

“And you lot?” Cody asked sharply.

Lieutenant Clayton grimaced and held up his helmet. It had a large crack running through the front and the visor was dull and lifeless.

“Thundercrack triggered a bit of a rockslide, sir,” Waxer explained. Clayton was a trooper of few words but he was a damn good officer. “And something in the atmo up here’s got my signal on the fritz.”

As General, Kenobi’s comm would have been the most long-range—and sturdy—of the three of them. Cody made a mental note to see if he could get comms antenna onto one of the General’s spaulders.

“Not much to be done about it now,” Kenobi said decisively. He clasped Cody’s shoulder. He could only feel the pressure of it through his spaulder and bodysuit but he half-fancied he might be able to feel the chill radiating off Kenobi’s white-tipped hands. “I’m glad you decided to come up after us, or we would’ve been quite stranded for the duration of the…”

Cody snagged Kenobi’s wrist and the General’s voice trailed off. He pulled a gauntlet off his with his teeth, then the other, and jammed them both over Kenobi’s hands. Now that he had his gloves off he could feel how cold Kenobi’s hands were—and he didn’t like it one bit.

“No fancy twirling that ‘saber of yours if your hands turn into ice blocks,” Cody bit out. There was a strange roughness in his voice: he blamed the cold for his sore throat and chest. “And I’m warmed up from the climb.”

Kenobi stared at him with his mouth just slightly agape. The shine of rain on his face made him look surreal, like either he or Cody had been caught sleepwalking—dreamlike and distant. “Quite,” he said in a strange and quiet voice.

“Commander!” Wake and co. crowded into the cave—the medics shoved to the front and immediately started headshaking at Clayton’s cracked helmet and the bruise he’d gotten from whatever had cracked his visor—and the chilly tint to Kenobi’s lips and fingernails. “Found ‘em,” the Sergeant said into his helmet comm. To Boil, it was likely.

Cody stepped back. He cleared his throat. He jammed his helmet back onto his head and ignored the way Kenobi was—slowly and thoughtfully—rubbing at his wrists and the backs of his hands. “Lines secure?”

“Ready and waiting,” Wake replied with a brief salute. “Rain’s starting to die down a bit, too.”

“It’ll pass by in a little less than an hour,” Kenobi said mildly. He was still rubbing at his hands—just absently brushing the tips of his fingers back and forth over the ridges of his knuckles hidden by Cody’s gauntlets. “You couldn’t have picked a better time, gentlemen. Shall we?”

Cody felt the welling of his frustration and ire trickle away and die down with each step out of the cave and through the rain. He jammed his bucket down over his head and watched condensation fog up the visor before the temp reg kicked in. There had been a part of him—the part that had gotten him through CC training on Kamino and a ponderous chunk of the war and watching his vode die in droves—that had been calmly and coolly calculating the odds of the General’s survival. In the night. In the frigid and hostile terrain. That part of him had known that the chances of Kenobi and Clayton and Waxer getting injured—crushed in a rock- or mudslide—ambushed by hostiles—were higher than anything so benign as a comm running out of charge or being carelessly left in the pocket of a different robe. It had been calculating what Cody would need to do, had his General fallen somehow: an itemized pre-mourning checklist.

And yet.

Kenobi was a dim silhouette in the dark and rain. He kept his shoulders square and his head up as he slid back into his role as General, heedless of the rain that fell into his face. His borrowed gauntlets weren’t quite the right fit: too short in the fingers and too broad in the palm. But his hands were sure as he clasped Wake’s arm just above the rerebrace and clapped Waxer on the shoulder.

Next time he’d chew his General out for not keeping an eye on his comms like he should. Even as he rappelled back down the cliffside, Cody could only find it in himself to be grateful that there could be a next time.

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[edutainer2022]

@astranite About the PROM PROTOCOL from this thread . It's a Sky and Star headcanon very dear to my heart. I'm so glad you found it! 💙🧡

The PROM PROTOCOL is a story I really hope to write out some day. But if I never do, the general outline is as follows: think the Kansas farmhouse front porch, around past midnight. There's a figure on a porch swing - Jeff. Waiting up. Steps crunch the gravel and stop to an abrupt halt by the porch. Scott hasn't been expecting Dad to wait up for him like this. Scott is past his curfew.

The party had been a long and ardorous negotiation - Jeff was weary, because springbreak and highschool seniors (and juniors) usually equals underage drinking and recreational edibles or pot, or who knows what else, especially if somebody's college freshman sibling is doing the chaperoning. Scott was adamant and made a good case of being the most responsible and reliable sixteen year old in the history of ever - youngest President of the class, Prom King nominee, Team captain and projected valedictorian at the graduation (early graduation for him, because he worked his a** off over summers taking extra AP credit and got early admission to Yale), consummate big brother. Besides, he promised to take Stacey the Girlfriend to THE springbreak party. Surprisingly, Virgil and John chimed in on Scott's side with a good case too - he deserved a night off, as big brother had nearly run himself to the ground the years Mom was gone, while Jeff buried himself in grief and more work. Jeff doesn't enjoy thinking back on the boy's translucent pale face on the hospital sheets and the drip of IV in the deafening silence. Jeff gets the reasoning, but he's not ready. Not ready for Scott to be growing up and leaving for college (John soon to follow, skipping a class the genius his ginger is), not ready for things to change, not ready for the boys not needing him soon, not ready for Scott being serious to take up his Ivy League degree parallel to the AirForce program.

Anyhow, this one time Dad conceded and is now sitting up on the porch, waiting for the eldest to be back past the curfew, minutes away from rising up Kyrano to start a state-wide search and rescue. But Scott is walking back. WALKING. Jeff is absolutely certain the boy left in his car to pick up the girlfriend and then drive her back home. And to ensure there would be no succumbing to peer pressure to drink at the party. Jeff is ready to rain thunder and lightning, assuming that's what happened - drinking, smoking, something irresponsible.

But Scott is shivering in his windbreaker, hands deep in his pockets, face visibly stricken with tears. He walked all the way from the town to the farm in the middle of the night. Somebody's college freshman brother home on a break being far more alluring to the Prom Queen nominee is what happened. Vicious and biting, and humiliating words happened. First love crashing and burning in an instant is what happened. Scott was shaken too much and couldn't drive. So he walked all the way home.

Jeff manages to coax the boy up the porch, on a swing and into his lap. Quiet, hot tears are back. So help him, Jeff is not ready. That was to be Lucy's area - nursing bruises, kissing away booboos and heartbreak. Jeff is not ready. He wants to tell his boy there will never be pain and betrayal again. He wants to make sure there isn't. Ever. But he can't. Jeff wants to keep Scott and his brothers safe from any danger of the world. But he's not sure he can reliably ward off more heartbreak. So he just holds the crying child on the cusp of adulthood and wishes his wife were still there.

Scott is still grounded - he didn't call Dad to pick him up, and walking alone at night was very dangerous. He'd be grounded till the Prom (Jeff is not cruel enough to let the school have no Prom King). That's where the problem is, unexpectedly. Scott's not going. Stacey the ex girlfriend now has that college freshman as a Prom date to show off. Everyone would know he was dumped. He has no date and doesn't have the heart to go anymore. Jeff really, really wishes Lucy were there. He's out of his depth.

That's when the rustle on the porch roof happens and a lithe, agile form slithers expertly down to the rails. John. John, who too is not asleep. John, who was probably stargazing past his bedtime or too lowkey waiting up for his biggest brother. John would go with Scott to the Prom. John is graduating next winter, so will miss his own Prom - nobody will ask questions. That dries the tears, at least, and has Scott sit up from Dad's lap. John HATES social anything. It will be loud, and flashy, and crowded, and LOUD. John would be uncomfortable. Scott can't have that. Exactly! Everyone knows the Ginger Tracy hates that kind of scene. And everyone knows Scott always has a posse of little brothers. So, if Scott is too upset, or not having fun, or overwhelmed - nobody would bat an eye that he had to take the "ginger weirdo" back home. John is calm and completely logical - clearly he had it all thought through. But what if Scott is having a good time and John is uncomfortable at a big party?

That's when more rustle on the porch roof happens and a bleary eyed Virgil parcours down too. Jeff is more or less resigned that bedtime is just not a thing that day, apparently. In THAT case, Virgil is going to the Prom too. Everyone know his two brothers are graduating early, so they won't be around for his Prom. It's a sound cover up. If Scott is enjoying himself, but John needs to leave - Virgil would accompany him home and make sure he's not overestimulated by the noise and the crowd. And Virgil would still have his own Prom to go to next year, if he wanted a big ole party. And thus - The Prom Protocol is born.

In the end, it's a huddle on the porch swing - Jeff holding Scott curled up in his lap, John leaning into Dad's side, and a semi-asleep Virgil draped over Scott's still shivering form for warmth and comfort. Still, Jeff is not ready. Amazed by the bond his boys share, but not ready to let them go.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #jeff tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #the prom protocol #methinks i have astronomy

[your-nanas-house]

Perhaps Jadon Todd x star sapphire reader?

Sure! 🍓

Imagine:

It was a stormy night, with rain pouring down on Jason Todd as he sat on the rooftop of his office building. He looked upwards, watching lightning light up the sky in the distance, and could hear the loud thunder all around him. Jason sighed, and turned away from the scene with a solemn expression on his face.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the window made him turn around. Jason's expression changed as the person knocking was someone he had not seen in years.

There you were, standing at his window wearing your superhero costume as if it was the most normal thing in the world; as if you saw each other just a few hours earlier— not years.

You were changed and so was him, he could see that very much, expecially your body. You had grown up into a gorgeous woman, your body was more mature and you were wearing a pretty revealing suit— a purple bodysuit that had a very low neckline cut. It made your boobs stand out just like your pretty legs covered till your knees by your purple boots.

"Hi Jason" you whispered, your voice the one of a young woman and no more of a little girl.

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