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semisgroupie · 10 months

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THE WOLF AND THE FOX

stepbro!oliver aiku x fem. reader

wc: 3.4k

warnings: STEPCEST, oral sex (f!receiving), oliver eats it from the back (as he should), unprotected sex, creampie, reader gets a call in the middle of sex and is forced to answer it, spit, spanking (just a couple), possessiveness, virgin reader, corruption, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), manipulation, slight dumbification (kinda)

synopsis: the fox always gets what he wants

a/n: this is for star’s @killsaki family ties collab!! thank you for digging deep and fueling our filthy thoughts and desires

Oliver was a good step brother. He stepped up to the role fairly quickly and did whatever he could to take care of you like an older brother should.

You had been living with him for about 10 months, he insisted on you moving in with him after you graduated college and were looking for work. You jumped at the opportunity, there was no reason why you would decline the offer anyway. But moving in with him had its downfalls.

The main thing was you had to get used to all the women he had over. You knew about how insatiable he was when it came to women. Often hearing about how he broke up friend groups because he ended up sleeping his way through each friend or seeing his swollen cheek or drink stained shirt because he introduced girlfriend 5 to girlfriend 9, thinking it would be a good idea. But it seemed like once you moved in with him, the number of girls he had over increased exponentially. Which only meant you had to hear more arguments, deal with more awkward mornings when his late night lover was in the kitchen eating something of yours, see more drinks dumped on him.

Honestly you held off on putting yourself out on the dating scene because of your step brother’s antics. It made you nervous and even more hyper aware to find the right person to date. But now you think you finally found Mr. Right.

A guy who you used to go to school with, Nio Kazuma. You both had been harboring a little crush on each other while you attended school and after reconnecting, Nio asked you on a date. In your eyes he was just perfect. He was kind, caring, very protective over you and treated you like a queen.

The day finally came for your date and you spent most of the time in your room rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit. In the end you settled on a pastel purple sundress and threw on a white cardigan on top. You gave yourself a final once over in the mirror then left your room. Oliver sat in the living room and looked over at you when he heard footsteps. “Wow, what are you all dressed up for? Having a girls night?”

You shook your head and made your way over to him, “nope! I have a date tonight with this really nice guy. He’s supposed to take me out to dinner then we’re going to a comedy club.” His eyes widened a bit at your exclamation. A date? You’re going on a date? You were never the type to be interested in guys and going out on dates but here you were prancing in front of him with a cute sundress. For some reason he felt this burning sensation in the pit of his stomach and felt it spread through his veins to the rest of his body. He never thought of himself to be the jealous type but he couldn’t fight this feeling crawling up his throat. He had to come up with something quick to deter you from going on this date and the gears in his head quickly started turning.

“A date? Dinner and a comedy show, huh? You know what this guy might want at the end of the night, right?” Your eyebrows furrowed at his words and you shook your head, prompting him to continue with his lie. “Okay, there’s two types of guys, the fox and the wolf. The wolf is very open about their wants and desires and makes everything known, they’re not the guys you should look out for. You need to look out for the fox, they’re more cunning and conniving. They’re methodical and make you think they’re the nice guy but they want the same thing the wolf wants, a one way ticket between your legs.” Your eyes widened at his words and you quickly opened your mouth to defend Nio but Oliver beat you to the punch. “I know what you’re gonna say, ‘but he’s not like that. He’s a really good guy’ I’ve heard the same thing millions of times, I’m just trying to say be careful. You like this guy, so let me help teach you some things that he would like so you don’t embarrass yourself when you’re back at his place.”

Your mind was spinning with all the thoughts that were swarming around. “Come here.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him and you sat down. He turned to face you and leaned in a little closer. “Oliver, what are you going to teach me?” He lifted one hand to caress your cheek and smiled. “Everything you’ll need to know when it comes to please a man. You trust me don’t you? I’ve never led you astray, have I?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and thought about his questions for a moment, while he was the one that made you wary about relationships, he never did betray your trust. He always remained your confidant, your shoulder to cry on, your best friend and your older stepbrother.

“Of course I trust you. You haven’t given me a reason why I shouldn’t trust you.” Your innocent words were like music to his ears. “Good, first thing I’ll teach you is how to kiss. Just follow my lead.” He cupped your cheek and used his grip to pull you closer to him before he finally placed his lips against yours. He could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss and it was already intoxicating. You didn’t know what to do with yourself besides following his lead and once you felt like your lungs were burning, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled away. You panted and looked at his kiss swollen lips, faint traces of your lip gloss coated them. “You’re already an ace, it’s coming naturally to you. But you just need to focus on controlling your breath, what’s best is if you breathe through your nose a little. What’s also best is if you come straddle my lap, I won’t have to worry about losing my grip on the couch and crashing my face into yours.”

You nodded and got up from your space on the couch next to him and straddled his lap. “Ready to try again?” You nodded as he cupped your face again and brought you close to him again, you shut your eyes and his lips were on yours again. This time the kiss was a little rougher, you felt his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance but when you didn’t allow it he snaked his hands down your body and roughly grabbed your ass, making you gasp against his lips. Once your lips were parted for him, he shoved his tongue into your mouth and explored it with the pink muscle. Your hands gripped his shoulders tighter and you whimpered against his lips before he pulled back completely. You felt a fire starting to burn in your loins, it was a foreign feeling but you knew that he had the cure to the ache.

You adjusted yourself on his lap and unintentionally grinded yourself against him, his bulge rubbed deliciously along your covered slit. You let out a soft gasp against his lips and moved to do it again and again. Oliver knew you had no idea what you were doing to him but your little mewls and whines were just driving him insane. He wanted to be patient but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He broke the kiss and squeezed your hips. “Let’s go to your room, wrap your arms around my neck and I’ll carry you there.”

You followed his orders again and he lifted you with ease. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck as he walked to your room with wide strides. Before you knew it, you were set on your bed. He looked down at you and you looked back up at him, he knew he had to take his time with you and he had to fight every instinct within him to not just pounce on you like a wild beast. “Okay, so we finished the kissing lesson. You’re already a pro but let’s move onto something more fun. I need you to turn on all fours for me.” Just because he knew he had to be slow with you didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge a little.

He watched as you moved on all fours with your ass to him, he moved his hands up your thighs and lifted up your dress so he could see your panties, a cute lavender with a growing wet spot. “So beautiful.” He groaned to no one in particular and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, he slowly pulled them down and let out a guttural groan at the sight of your swollen pussy and the strings of arousal that still connected you to your panties. He barely got the fabric past your soft thighs before he leaned in and licked a stripe along your slit. A whimper left your lips and your hands gripped at your bedsheets. “Oliver, what are you doing now?”

Your voice was just as shaky as your legs and he had to hold back the urge to chuckle. “I’m eating this cute little pussy out, I promise it’ll feel good. Just close your eyes and focus on the feeling.” He pressed a few kisses to the backs of your thighs and trailed them up the curve of your ass before meeting your pussy. His stubble tickled along your skin but another feeling soon overpowered anything and everything else. His broad hands cupped the globes of your ass and his thumbs went to your pussy lips to spread them, he groaned at the sight and saw your virgin hole clench around nothing.

He was salivating at the sight and puckered his lips to spit on your cunt. The action made you gasp, it was so lewd but already felt amazing. He watched the trail of his spit travel down your hole to your clit then leaned in to devour you. He first focused his attention on your clit, flicking the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue before he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking gently. You moaned and mewled his name at all the new sensations that coursed through your body. Your limbs felt like jelly and if it weren’t for his strong hands holding your legs up, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed onto the bed by now. After taking the time to focus on your clit, he brought his mouth up and started circling his tongue around your entrance while one of his thumbs moved to press firm circles onto your clit. Your toes curled and your mouth fell agape, some saliva pooled in the corner of your mouth and started spilling onto the bed, adding new stains to your sheets.

Everything he did just added more and more cotton to your already fuzzy head and you felt yourself succumbing more and more to the pleasure. Your moans of his name grew louder and higher pitched as you felt a knot tighten in the pit of your stomach and it was going to snap any second now. His free hand groped and massaged your ass and delivered a few light spanks to the plush skin. He pulled away from your pussy just for a moment but his thumb continued to rub circles on the swollen bundle of nerves. “Just let go for me, don’t hold anything back from me.” With that he went back to your pussy and pulled his thumb away from your clit to replace it with his mouth. He gave your clit a few harsher sucks and the knot building in your stomach finally snapped. You shut your eyes as your body trembled and you felt some tears prick at your eyes. He continued sucking and licking up everything you had to offer him and only pulled back when you let out a whine of his name.

“Sorry sweetie, you just tasted so sweet. It’s been a while since I tasted a virgin but my cute little step sister has the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” He cooed and helped you roll over onto your back. Your eyes were half lidded as his heterochromatic eyes stared back at you, drinking you in. He leaned down and kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. You lost yourself when his lips molded against yours and let out a little whine when he pulled back.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll give you more kisses. I just want to do something with you. This is the final thing you’ll need to know when it comes to pleasing a man.” He pulled down his pants and boxers and your eyes widened when his cock sprung out. It was thick and looked heavy. “I’m going to go very slow, okay? Just hold onto me and take very deep breaths.” He spit on his hand and used it to lube up his cock before he positioned himself between your already spread legs. He put the weeping tip of his cock at your entrance and gathered some of the slick left behind then started pushing his cock into you.

Your hands flew to the sheets and you gripped them tightly as he started to stretch you out. “Oliver—hurts!” It was all you could cry out at tears gathered at your lash line. His eyes focused on your face and he felt his cock throb. He knew he wanted to take his time with you but you looked so divine and so innocent, he just wanted to ruin you further. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, I’ll give you some kisses to distract you and I’ll rub your swollen little clit, okay?” You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you softly, his hand moved between your bodies and rubbed gentle circles on your clit to try to distract you as he pushed more of himself inside. He continued pushing himself into you until he bottomed out completely.

He lifted his head and broke the kiss to look down at your face, your eyes were watery due to the tears that had been spilling from them and your lips were kiss swollen and parted just slightly. “You look so beautiful like this, I’m glad I’m the one who gets to see you in this state.” Here you were, completely ruined for him.

He waited for a few moments for you to completely adjust around him and once he felt that you had loosened up and relaxed a little, he started thrusting. His thrusts were slow and precise, he took his time, feeling every bump and ridge of your walls. It was like you were made for him and he almost felt like cursing himself for not tempting you sooner. How could he get distracted by other women when you were there? When you were his for the taking the second you moved in with him?

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts your phone started ringing. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at your phone before reaching over to take it off your bedside drawer. “Who’s Nio?” He didn’t stop thrusting into you and you were too immersed in the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls. He shook his head and quickly put two and two together, he figured out that Nio was probably the guy you got all dolled up for. So instead of letting the call go to voicemail, he answered it for you and brought the phone to your ear. “It’s Nio, why don’t you tell him you won’t be able to see him tonight? Actually, tell him you don’t plan on going out with him ever.”

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Nio’s voice pulled you out of your cockdrunk trance and your eyes widened as you tried to bring the phone back to Oliver. He shook his head and smiled sweetly at you, “answer the phone.” You chewed on your bottom lip and finally responded, “sorry Nio, just give me one quick moment.” You muted the phone and looked at your stepbrother, “if I have to talk to him can you please stop thrusting, I can’t focus on anything and I don’t want him to hear anything.”

Oliver laughed and delivered a particularly hard thrust to your g-spot. Your back arched off the bed and you gasped. “Just answer the phone and explain why you’re not able to go out with him.” You unmuted the phone and brought it back to your ear. “Sorry but I won’t be able to go out with you tonight. Something came up.” You covered your mouth to muffle another gasp when Oliver hit your sweet spot and bit down on your bottom lip. “Oh really? Then maybe tomorrow? I just really like you and I want to see you. And are you okay? I thought I heard something.”

Oliver picked up the pace of his thrusts as you tried to come up with some excuse that would sound better than what was actually happening but instead of words, a string of moans and gasps left you. Nio’s eyes widened on the other end of the phone and Oliver leaned down to pick up your phone and brought it to his ear. “Listen, she’s busy right now so why don’t you go find some other girl to take out on a corny little date, instead of my little sister? And if you keep trying, just know that I won’t let anything happen. But I’ll make sure you hear it from her lips instead of mine.”

He brought the phone back to your ear and continued thrusting into you, thrusting harder and faster as the burning pit of jealousy burned through his veins. “Go on and tell him who’s making you feel so good.” You opened your mouth to object but he brought down his free hand and pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “Now tell him that he could never make you feel as good as I make you feel. Tell him that no other man can make you feel the way I’m making you feel. Tell him that you’re all mine.”

You felt the knot from earlier tighten in your stomach and you looked at Oliver with half lidded eyes. He had you and your impending orgasm in the palm of his hand and if you didn’t follow his orders then he’d rip your pleasure away from you. “Only Oliver can make me feel good! Only him and no one else! I’m all his!” He smirked and brought the phone back to his ear, “you heard her yourself, now I have to get back to making her cum and after that I’ll fuck her full of my cum to really mark her as mine.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to the side as he continued his aggressive pace, making the knot that was tightening finally snap.

You moaned out his name and he leaned down to press his lips against yours as he helped you ride out your orgasm. It only took him a few more thrusts before he filled you with his cum. He groaned against your lips and pulled back as the white ropes painted your walls. He slowly pulled out of you once you relaxed around him and laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You leaned into him and traced your fingers along his arm that was draped over your middle. “Did you really mean that? I’m yours now?”

He chuckled and traced small shapes onto your skin as he leaned in close to kiss your cheek. “Of course I did. You’re all mine, if you want to be. I just think that my cute stepsister deserves the best.” His words made heat rise to your cheeks and you nodded. “I want to be yours Oliver but right now I want to sleep too.” He nodded and covered both of your bodies with your comforter.

He continued tracing small shapes onto your skin until he heard your even breaths and smiled to himself. He was more than glad that you didn’t really think too much into his story of the wolf and the fox because if you did, then you’d realize that he was the fox that he warned you about. But he would never give you the time to truly think about the story, how could you really think about anything if he continued to dote on you and give you mind numbing pleasure?

taglist: @litepowee @suyacho @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear @bluelock4life

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #oliver aiku smut #tw:stepcest #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:spanking #tw:spit #tw:virginity #tw:corruption #tw:manipulation #tw:dumbification

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anna-scribbles · 1 year

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hey anna! the wait for kwami’s choice part 2 truly is abysmal and it’s so hard to navigate through the tag with all the leaks about, do you have any fic recs to tide us over until gloob puts us out of our misery?

not only do I have fic recs, I also have way too much to do rn and therefore will spend an inordinate amount of time crafting a detailed rec list for you 😘 (we can also just consider this my 2022 ao3 wrapped lol)

goes without saying perhaps, but ANYTHING by @peachcitt is gold and also uniquely devastating, some of my particular favorites being:

metamorphosis - 97k, enemies, sleepovers, you get it. i'm normal

those benevolent stars - 23k, ladrien thief/prince/soulmates au. what more do I even need to say

chat noir's white french man hit list for feminist purposes - 7k, hilarious and devastating, this fic is a child to me

double dare - 32k, ladrien, absolutely everything. cemented my friendship w/ peach bc I had to scream at her everyday abt it

I thought the plane was going down - 11k, attuned to my tastes specifically, adrinette having a History while on airplanes

@carpisuns also puts out banger after banger like it's her dayjob, specializing in understanding the ridiculous nature of the lovesquare to such a degree and also being the funniest person alive. some of my faves from her are:

tell me something I don't know - 120k, the marichat fic EVER, mar's dissertation on lovesquare and guess what she's right

pink - 14k wip, adrien loves marinette, SOFT

two idiots and a hamster (collab with @botherkupo) - 24k, adrinette roommates, makes me cry laugh

@picayunearts is a goddess on earth. she bends word and image flawlessly to her will. recently she has enraptured me with

final girl - 41k, marichat, au where marinette succeeds in giving up her miraculous to alya in origins. INCREDIBLE marinette character study

@rosekasa invented ladynoir and i'm not afraid to say it. check out everything on her ao3 but just note the following

when things were good - 15k wip, breakup fic/post hawkmoth takedown, has been ruining me in a SPECIAL way

new marinette 12k, post-guardianship memory loss marinette, a classic

like poles of a magnet - 12k, enemies au, hurts my feelings

ya'aburnee - 13k, ladynoir, HURTS ME VERY MUCH. I'VE NOT RECOVERED

@buggachat's fics always feel like i'm attending a course on adrien and marinette's true characterizations explained to me by someone with a PhD in lovesquare and I walk away enlightened. she has an incredible gift for storytelling and just Getting It. anyway read

maintaining a professional distance - 43k, ladynoir hotel room shenanigans, god-tier characterization

when you're near 10k, ladynoir dating but adrinette have never met, a classic

@sha-nwa should honestly quit her career and write lovesquare fanfiction for me full time. proof:

the way I loved you - 68k, marichat break up fic, will be cemented into my mind forever

photograph - 1k, sweet adrinette, abby loves making me cry

things WOULD be amiss if I did not mention @officialratprince (carolinaa on ao3) bc their fics derailed my homework schedule on several occasions last semester, though I'll be honest that their fics are not for the faint of heart or those who wish adrien agreste to have a good time. my faves are

I will take it / it can't go wrong series - 3 fics at 16k, 25k, and 39k, adrien's journey through experiencing child abuse and his friends being there for him, culminating in gabriel's court trial

home sick - 14k wip, adrien gets pneumonia and Everything Is Really Bad

other various fics I love for various reasons:

how hawkmoth got his groove back series by @agrestenoir - 2 fics at 3k and 1k, one of my favorite crack fics i read last year. had me crying laughing

1 step forward, 3 steps back by agnes writes - 10k, breaks my heart every time I read it. also makes me legitimately angry at adrien while still keeping him in character which is a feat in and of itself

the last day on earth by reiaji - 10k, chat blanc keeps happening as marinette gets older, I am incapable of not recommending this fic

okay now go forth and don't do your work<3

#such a struggle for me to hold back and not just list every single one of everyone's fics.#looking at this list I realiize that I in fact read a lot of fanfiction #I cant even find it within myself to feel cringe about it bc these are all legitimately so GOOD #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic rec #mlb fic rec #anna rambles #asks

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chrisgetsmewet · 3 months

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Blurb

Pairing: matt×fem!reader

A/n: im not just saying blurb as the title like bitch this is a random blurb.

Summary: the triplets collab but from y/n's POV

I was driving to the triplets house it was like- 9pm and i was coming back from my job, at the bookstore.

I pulled into the driveway treding my way inside. If whatever was happening behind this door not something that is enjoyable i might actually breakdown.

I opened the door and walked up the stairs that led to the living room.

"You must be Y/N!" tara practically squealed i assume thats her, she's been all over my fyp and her quote 'tara yummy is a mindset'.

"Thats me" i said not sounding enthusiastic at all, tiredness spilling from my tone of voice. She pulled me over to the couch making me to trip a bit

"I bet it is-" larray started but got cut off by jake

"this is Matt's little gf isn't it" he teased

"You'reso dumb she literally said yes" tara replied smaking jake in the chest.

"Ow!" He rubbed where she hit him at

I just sat back and observed everyone standing around, talking showing videos to one another, making tiktoks and for background noise they have tara yummy plaing on the tv.

"You look tired" matt said sitting next to me placing his hand on my leg.

"yea great observation genius"

"Someones in a mood"

"Can you stop im actually tired and annoyed and i had a long day and i dont even wanna be on this couch rn i wanna take a shower then sleep" i said all in one breath then sighing, slumping back on the couch. I wish it would just swallow me whole, i totally just snapped on my boyfriend for no reason and the guilt is already killing me.

I get a couple of stares from like two people which was johnnie and sam but it wasn't long until they were back to talking to eachother.

"Whoa, whoa, it was just a joke" he put his hands up surrendering, defending himself.

"Im sorry.." a light whisper came out i couldn't do it anymore, i got up and walked to matts room where i have plent of oths that i left there so i can get cleaned even if i didn't i could just wear his clothes.

I could hear Matt's or whoever was following me footsteps behing me.

" what's up with you? You're acting so tense" he said softly, i can tell he was worried but i didn't need him to be i just needed him to give me a hug or just comfort me in anyway possible.

"What are they doing here matt?"

"It's just a collab and we're about to go to top golf. You can come if you want" he suggested which didn't sound to bad if i wasn't tired.

"I'd rather not" i declined his offer, here comes the guilt creeping over my shoulder again almost making me changw my mind.

"Then i won't go either"

"No matt you have to go, i get enough hate as it is and it's finally getting better bad enough people think i stopped you from going to tara yummys party i really dont wanna ruin this collab please- just go"

As always i never really wish him away, selfishly i don't ever want him to leave me but as a youtuber or an influencer i know it's his job so sometimes being selfish isn't always the answer especially with the outcomes and all the backlash i get from it.

"Look i can cancel-"

"No. Go. don't make this hard"

"I love you baby, you don't gotta wait around for me"

He opened the door but larray was already about to open.

"Oh.. well they wanted me to get you, they said we're about to go"

"I was heading out anyway" he said grabbing larray's arm and dragging him where everyone else was.

I heard the front door closing the chatter leaving the house i let out a heavy breath that i didn't even know i had i pick out some comfortable clothes, and head to the shower.

I get some strawberries that surprisingly didn't go bad out the fride and place them in a glass bowl, on my way to the room i get a notification from instagram it was larray posting on his story.

It was matt playing golf, this made me kinda feel bad for turning down his offer and not going with them normally i don't get fomo but this made me feel really left out but it was my fault so i had no one to blame but the one feeling this way.

I just go in the room and sit on my bed promising myself not to open my phone any.ore unless someone texted me, which i doubt so i put on netflix, i chill in Matt's bed finishing my strawberries, i put them on the stand by his bed and get comfortable in the bed that i was laying in moving around a bit to find the comfortable position once i found it i didn't move. Causing me to drift off into peaceful sleep.

all the working around all day in a library, to driving to this very moment where i can sleep and not feel any shame for it cause it was well deserved this felt so worth it i wish i could share some of this time with matt, but it's ok cause the sent of him still lingered around jn his bed so that counted as something.

A/n: this isn't proofread and i got lazy at the end ik shame on me but i have this good idea but idk how to put it into words so ig i just can write it 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #collab #type shit #tara yummy #larray #y/n

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livelaughwhump · 1 month

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Valentine's Day

The Valentine's Day collab is finally here!

This is Elliot's POV. Cedar's POV will be on @ofclrosewriteswhump 's blog, but I will be adding both to the Worthless Masterlist.

I hope you enjoy!

Content: sickfic, an obscene amount of fluff, overwhelming gayness

Elliot had begged Lyra not to text Cedar. They'd been planning their Valentine's date for weeks and Elliot couldn't bear to be the reason it was ruined.

He'd woken up that morning feeling achy and lethargic. His throat was sore, his nose was stopped, and beads of sweat continued to appear at his hairline, no matter how many times he tried to wipe them away.

Of course, Lyra had noticed right away that something wasn't right, despite how hard he tried to hide it.

“Please, Lyra. I'm fine, I swear!” Elliot begged. “Just don't tell him, please.”

Lyra already had their phone out with Cedar's messages pulled up. “Sunshine, you're sick. Your date isn't for another week, it's no big deal.”

“But if he finds out, he'll cancel it! He'll be too worried about me. He always—” Elliot coughed and gagged as he was forced to swallow back down the phlegm that had traveled up his throat.

Lyra sighed. “I'm sorry, sunshine, but I can tell you feel awful. It's only gonna get worse if you don't rest.” They sent the text and Elliot felt his heart plummet. “Now, let's get you to bed.”

That's what led to Elliot laying in his bed, sobbing quietly into his comforter with Dumpling curled up against his side, but that was several days ago. Since then, Lyra had been doing everything they could to help him rest and heal enough before their date. However, it wasn't enough. It was the day of Valentine's, and Elliot was still bedridden. That morning, Lyra had informed him that they were going to run some errands, but that Marlie was on her way over to keep him company. That eased his worries a bit, until all that was left was the guilt of ruining Valentine's Day.

Elliot was cuddling with Dumpling while watching a movie on Lyra’s computer when the door to his room suddenly opened. He glanced up to see Marlie standing in the doorway and instantly brightened up a little.

“M-Mar—” Elliot dissolved into a coughing fit, his throat burning as he did so. His eyes watered and he reached for a tissue, only to find the box empty. Elliot groaned and laid back down on his bed.

Marlie rushed to his side, mumbling a quick “be right back,” before returning with an unopened roll of toilet paper. “Sorry, Bluebell. I wanted to be quick. Do you need water?” she asked softly, sitting next to his bed.

Elliot nodded. “I'm sorry, Marlie. You-You don't have to d-deal with this.” He ripped off a square of toilet paper and blew his nose.

Marlie put a gentle hand on his shoulder, comforting him the best she could. “I don’t mind. I want to help you.”

Elliot sniffled and threw away his makeshift tissue. “Are you sure? You-You don't h-have to.”

Marlie nodded. “Of course. I brought a couple bottles in my bag. Here, Bluebell.” She handed him a water bottle before thinking of something. “Do you want help with anything?”

Elliot shook his head. “Can-Can you just k-keep me company? I-I don't know where L-Lyra went and-and I don't wanna be alone.”

Marlie nodded, knowing he was overthinking. “Of course! Do you want to watch anything?” She offered to hold his hand, knowing she’d get sick anyway with her weaker immune system.

Elliot shrugged. “I was just watching some m-movie that Lyra had saved. I'm not really p-paying attention.”

“Okay, want to keep watching it? It's fun being with you. Is it okay that I’m holding your hand?” Marlie spoke softly, hoping to comfort Elliot. She giggled when Dumpling’s whiskers tickled her hand.

“Are-Are you sure?” Elliot asked. “I-I don't want to g-get you sick.”

Marlie nodded. “It’s okay. I've always gotten sick easily but it’s worth it for you.” She smiled at him gently.

“O-Okay then. Um…can-can you h-hold me while-while we watch the movie?”

Marlie smiled and immediately climbed into bed next to him. She opened her arms. “Of course, Bluebell. I'm always happy to hold you.”

Elliot smiled and crawled into her waiting arms. He snuggled into the warmth of her embrace as Dumpling curled up beside the two of them. Just as Marlie repositioned Lyra’s laptop, the sound of her phone buzzing startled them both. Elliot looked up at her, confused. “Who is it?”

Marlie reached over with one hand, keeping her arm around Elliot. “Lyra, they want to know how you're feeling. Are you doing okay?”

Almost as if on cue, Elliot broke into a coughing fit, his lungs and throat burning. He reached for the glass of water Lyra had left him and downed half of it in a matter of seconds. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth dry and set the glass back onto the bedside table to his left. His voice was raspy and nasal as he said, “N-Not r-really.”

Marlie rubbed his back. She tried her best to comfort him and make him feel better. “Do you have any cough medicine?” she asked after sending a quick text to Lyra.

“I-I'm not sure,” Elliot answered. “B-Broderick was supposed to g-get some, but-but I don't know if he's b-back yet.”

“Want me to text him?” Marlie asked, holding Elliot close and offering the comfort she could.

Elliot nodded. “If-If you don't m-mind.”

Marlie nodded. “I don't mind at all. Want me to keep holding you?” She asked, pulling out her phone to send the text. “Done.”

Elliot nodded. “Y-Yes, please.” He shivered and curled up to her.

Marlie held him close, trying to warm him up.

“Can-Can I have a blanket?”

Marlie nodded, “Of course!” She wrapped a blanket around Elliot, holding him close in her arms. “Now we wait for a response.”

It was a few minutes later that Broderick finally responded, the text reading, “Just picked up some cough medicine. Should be back in a couple minutes.”

Marlie looked at her phone, once again startled by the sudden noise. “Broderick says he'll be back soon.” She sent back a quick response, thanking him.

Elliot nodded. “Th-Thanks, Marigold.”

Marlie held him closer. “Happy to help, Bluebell.”

Elliot was still shivering, though much less so than before. “You're so w-warm.”

“I’m happy you think so.” Marlie smiled, relieved to feel Elliot relax. “Want me to ask Broderick for another blanket when he gets back?”

Elliot nodded. “Yes, please.”

Marlie brushed his hair, knowing how much he liked the feeling. “It should only be a few minutes. He’ll be here soon.”

Elliot closed his eyes and reveled in the gentle touch at the top of his head.

Marlie smiled, humming quietly until she heard footsteps approach the door.

Elliot opened his eyes just in time to see Broderick peek his head into the room. “Hey, guys,” he greeted. “I've got some cough medicine and an extra blanket.”

Marlie smiled. “Thanks.” Not knowing what else to say, she resumed brushing Elliot’s hair.

Broderick stepped into the room, set the medicine beside Elliot's bed, and handed the blanket to Marlie. “How are you feeling, sweet?”

Elliot briefly glanced up at the medic and shrugged. “N-Not great. S-Sorry for-for causing so much trouble.”

“It's no trouble at all, sweet. This is my job. Just take one of those tablets every six hours and let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, okay?” Elliot nodded, and with one last friendly smile, Broderick left the room.

Marlie helped Elliot with his medicine; the tablet being small helped. She wrapped Elliot in the fluffy blanket and held him close.

Elliot cuddled up to her and laid his head in her lap. “Marlie?” He asked.

Marlie responded with a quiet hum, continuing to gently brush Elliot’s hair while he rested his head on her lap.

“Do you think Cedar's m-mad that-that I ruined our date? I-I haven't s-seen him in almost a-a week.” Tears flooded Elliot's ocean-blue eyes as he imagined the worst. “What if he b-breaks up with me?”

Marlie looked at him worriedly. “He's not breaking up with you. He's been trying to find a way to make your date fun while you're sick. I don't know exactly what he's planning but he's been trying lots of Spanish recipes.” She gently brushed his hair.

The worry and fear in the pit of Elliot's stomach didn't fade. “Then-Then why hasn't he come to s-see me?”

“He wants to perfect it. You know how you were going stargazing? He's going to bring the stars to your bedroom. Want to call him to feel better? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Lyra’s helping him out with the finishing touches.” Marlie softly brushed Elliot’s hair. “It was going to be a surprise so I can't tell you what exactly Cedar’s bringing for food or how he's going to make a stargazing date for the both of you. I just know he's been tracking stuff down at thrift shops and astronomy places.”

Elliot felt even more guilty. “I-I ruined the surprise?”

Marlie shook her head. “Not at all. You know the basics of it but you don't know what Cedar is bringing here. That’s not ruining the surprise.”

“O-Okay,” Elliot said. “Um…when-when is he gonna be here?”

Marlie glanced at her phone. It was around late afternoon or early evening. “About an hour. I think he wants the sun to be down before coming.”

Anxiety swelled in the pit of Elliot's stomach. “Do-Do I look okay?”

Marlie nodded, not wanting to overwhelm him. “You look great. How about putting on a skirt or your new dress if you want. I can do your hair while you're in bed too.”

Elliot nodded and quickly jumped out of bed to go change.

Marlie followed, ready to catch him if he slipped. “Careful, you're still sick. You don't have to dress up a lot. Just do what you can, okay?”

Elliot ignored her concern and quickly scanned his closet for something nice to wear. “I just wanna look nice,” he said. “If he's putting all this effort into a n-nice date, I-I don't wanna look like I've been sick.”

Marlie nodded in understanding, walking over to Elliot to help him find something he liked. “What about your flower dress?”

Elliot examined his black, floral-patterned dress. It hung to his knees and had puff shoulder sleeves. He'd gotten it recently on a trip to the mall and had yet to wear it. “Do-Do you think he would like that?”

“He’d love it.” Marlie smiles at him. She was so happy to see him excited for a date.

“O-Okay.” Elliot grabbed the dress and bolted into the bathroom to get changed.

Marlie waited patiently, petting Dumpling while Elliot changed.

When Elliot emerged, he gave a twirl to show Marlie the whole thing. “What do you think?”

Marlie beamed, eyes glowing at how happy Elliot looked. “You look amazing!”

“R-Really?” Elliot asked, giving himself a once-over in the mirror. “Do you think I need shoes or anything?”

Marlie shook her head, standing next to him. “No, you guys are staying home. Kinda like a movie date but better.”

Elliot nodded, his breathing quickening.

Marlie looked at him worriedly, guiding him to sit. “Bluebell, he wants to bring stargazing inside. You’re safe, I promise.”

Elliot's breathing didn't slow. “I-I just w-wanna be g-good enough for-for him. Wh-What if he doesn’t l-like this? What if he gets m-mad at me for-for being sick? What if he's doing this just to b-break up with me?”

Marlie brought him into a hug, knowing his past relationships were horrendous. “You're perfect to him. Bluebell, he's so happy with you and will love this. He's not mad and he won't break up with you. I promise. Want me around for support?”

Elliot melted into her embrace and tried not to cry into her shoulder. “N-No that's-that's okay. I-I don't want him to-to get m-mad.” Elliot flinched when the distant sound of the doorbell rang. He gasped. “That's-That’s h-him.”

Marlie took his hand. “He wouldn't. Want to walk to the door with me?”

Elliot nodded and shakily reached for her hand.

Marlie gently squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, he’ll be so excited to see you.”

Elliot nodded once more and nervously followed her down to the front door.

...

Marlie opened the door, Dawn helping Cedar carry a box of food.

Elliot's breath caught in his throat. He felt like it had been months since he'd seen Cedar, even though it had only been a week. Anxiety churned in the pit of his stomach at the sight of his tall boyfriend.

“Love? How are you feeling? I'm so happy to see you!” Cedar smiled. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Elliot couldn't help the way his cheeks warmed and the dorky smile that grew across his face. “I'm f-feeling better now. H-Happy Valentine's Day.”

Cedar’s smile matched Elliot’s eyes, smiling as he saw his boyfriend. “Ready to start the date, Love?”

Elliot nodded. “I've m-missed you.”

Cedar set the box down in Elliot’s room, Dawn and Marlie following him. “Same to you, Love. I'm so happy to see you.” Cedar smiled as he opened his arms.

Elliot smiled back and practically collapsed into his boyfriend's strong arms. He had to stand on his tiptoes in order to kiss Cedar, but it was worth it. He just hoped Cedar wouldn't end up sick after this.

Cedar caught Elliot and kissed back. “I love you so much.”

Elliot's cheeks began to ache with how wide he was smiling. “I love you too.”

Cedar’s smile grew. “Ready to start, my Love?”

Elliot giggled and nodded before dissolving into a coughing fit.

Cedar put an arm around him, rubbing his back until it finished. “Do you need to lay down, Love?”

Elliot nodded. “S-Sorry,” he croaked.

Cedar lifted him gently onto his bed. “No worries. How about starting dinner?”

Elliot nodded. “Th-That sounds good.”

Cedar smiled, opening the containers of food that he had brought. “Take your pick, my Love.”

As Elliot's eyes scanned the multiple containers of food, his cheeks warmed. He couldn't believe that Cedar had done all this for him. “I-I can't decide. Everything looks a-amazing. Did-Did you m-make all this?”

Cedar blushed and nodded. “I packed so many. Maybe a little bit of everything? Is that okay with you? I just made our date sick safe, my Love.”

Tears began to prick the corners of Elliot's eyes at the sound of those words. “I-I just can’t believe you d-did all of this for me.”

Cedar gently brushed his tears away, kissing his forehead. “Of course, Love. I knew it would break your heart to miss out and I wanted to see you. I'd come over even if it meant cuddling and falling asleep.”

Elliot's lower lip started wobbling. “Can-Can I have a kiss?”

Cedar replied by gently kissing him, holding him close.

Elliot melted against him, heart pounding. He couldn't believe the lengths his boyfriend had gone just to make him feel special on their first Valentine's Day together. As he looked up into Cedar's forest-green eyes, he whispered, “I may or may not have just gotten you sick.”

Cedar brushed Elliot’s hair. “That’s okay. Seeing your smile makes it worth the chance.”

Elliot's cheeks warmed and he couldn't help the giggle that escaped his throat. “You try to make me blush on purpose.”

Cedar matched Elliot’s smile, chuckling. “I try to make you smile on purpose, my Love.”

Elliot tried to force himself to stop smiling, but it remained stuck to his face. He couldn't help it. Something about looking into Cedar's eyes made him indescribably happy.

Cedar smiled back, happy to see his love smile. “Ready to start eating?”

Elliot nodded, unable to take his eyes off of his boyfriend.

Cedar kissed Elliot’s forehead, serving multiple dishes for the two of them. “How about some candles? I brought some scented ones.”

Elliot nodded, cheeks beginning to ache from the smile that wouldn't leave his face. “That sounds nice.”

Cedar kissed his head gently. “That’s great. I’ll light them.”

Elliot giggled and watched as Cedar lit the candles. As nice as they were, the sudden aromas initiated a round of several sneezes and a few coughs. He reached for a tissue, his face burning with embarrassment.

Cedar looked at him worriedly, rubbing his back. “Do you need anything, Love?”

“Can-Can you hand me my w-water?” Elliot asked as he tossed the tissue into the trash. He sniffled. “I hate being sick.”

Cedar passed the water to Elliot, rubbing his back gently. “I know, Love. It’ll be over soon. I'm just happy I could get everything ready in time for our date.”

Elliot nodded. “I-I was so worried when you d-didn't come to s-see me at all. I thought m-maybe you were b-breaking up with me.”

Cedar kissed his boyfriend’s cheek softly. “I’m sorry I didn't reach out. I wouldn't break up with you, Love.” He felt guilty, knowing how he hurt Elliot.

Elliot nodded again, blushing. “I-I know. I just o-overthink sometimes, I guess. Marlie helped c-calm me down.”

Cedar smiled at him. “She’s good at that. I'm happy you guys have each other. You're amazing.”

Elliot smiled and took a bite of the dinner Cedar had made. He was still in awe of all his boyfriend had done for him. He'd never felt so loved before.

The smile on Elliot’s face made the whole evening worth it. Cedar smiled back, eyes so full of love and adoration.

As Elliot ate his fill and set down his plate, he said, “So, M-Marlie said you were gonna b-bring the stars to me. Wh-What did she mean?”

Cedar smiled, getting up to open a suitcase and take out a few star projectors. He plugged them into the wall and the ceiling mirrored a starry sky. “This is what I did to bring you the stars, my Love.” He kissed his boyfriend’s head, lips brushing his fluffy hair.

Elliot stared in awe at the starry sky projected across the ceiling. Never, in his wildest dreams could he have imagined a date like this. “This-This is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Cedar held Elliot close. “Anything for you, Love. You are the best boyfriend a man could ask for.”

Tears welled in Elliot’s eyes. “Can I have a kiss?”

Cedar brought his boyfriend into a loving kiss.

Elliot melted against him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, if he ever had before. He felt safe and comforted and so, so loved. In that moment, nothing else mattered; not his illness, not Christian. If only for one moment, Elliot let himself be happy.

I hope you enjoyed this! This was so much fun to do because I'm absolutely obsessed with Elliot and Cedar's relationship.

Please be sure to go read Cedar's POV!

Not tagging the taglist because this isn't whumpy Worthless content

#writing #nonwhump writing #fluff #fluff drabble #fluffy Worthless drabble #sickfic #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #drabble #collab #my first collab!#original story #original writing #original characters #Elliot Cordova #Cedar Nightshade #Marlie Briarwing

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kangshxrtie · 1 year

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ch. 2 ⤍ collab?

you started your stream, posted about it on socials, and waited for a decent number of people to be on it before putting your face cam on and speaking.

"alright so update. i know i said y'all would never see me again if y'all clipped it but people lie and i am a liar"

user1 we knew

user2 you could never ditch us, we pay your bills

user3 i clipped it and have no regrets

"i will be honest after stream i did follow kazuha, and she did follow me back. my biggest flex at the moment"

user4 that should've been me

"but other than that i will be ignoring the fact that yesterday even happened" you shook your head in approval at your thoughts, "so there should be no reason to mention it anymore"

"plus she only knows me because of that one clip. she'll never wanna really meet me"

user5 KAZUHA SAID SHE WANTED TO COLLAB WITH YOU

"she said what! y'all we need to make this happen!" you shouted excitedly once you read the comment forgetting about everything you said earlier.

naoi.rei actually down bad

"i mean... i guess we could collab. i'll probably dm her after stream or something" you said awkwardly.

_yujin_an Y/N CAN PULL?

"of course i can yujin" you rolled your eyes at her comment.

_yujin_an y/n gets no bitches

"what did i ever do to you?"

naoi.rei no rizz 😭

"why are y'all both attacking me right now" you exclaimed, "you know what i'm banning both of y'all from the stream"

you proceeded to ban both of them making a mental note to unban them later so it wasn't permanent. you should've known that it wouldn't help anything because yujin came into your room like she owned the place or something.

"hey chat. it's y/n's favorite roommate" yujin greeted the stream as she grabbed a random chair in your room to sit down on.

"least favorite" you corrected, "wonyoung's my favorite"

"i changed myself to number one on the list though"

"that doesn't matter. you haven't done anything to be my favorite"

"i bought you food!" she exclaimed.

"you did... but you're still annoying"

"you're annoying" she retorted.

user6 the yujin & y/n beef will never end

"but anyways i came in here to ask if y'all wanna see a y/n x kazuha collab?" yujin asked your chat.

you stayed silent, not wanting to show how happy you were at the possibility.

user6 Y/NXKAZUHA COLLAB NOW

user7 MAKE IT HAPPEN

user8 collab of the year????

"she's on the same team as sakura and chaewon. we can make this happen" yujin said.

"and you didn't tell me sooner" i gasped, "fake friend"

"do you not keep up with what they do" yujin gasped, "fake friend"

"this isn't about me this is about you not telling me sooner" you tried to deter the conversation.

"well i'm telling you now. so is the y/n x kazuha collab happening or not" yujin held her phone up as a fake mic to your mouth.

"i mean if kazuha's down i'm down" you shrugged not being able to decline it on stream.

"let's go! we did it chat" yujin cheered before taking her exit.

you continued to stream for a couple more hours, just playing some chill games and talking to chat.

once you ended stream you checked twitter to see if people were hyped about the possibility of the collab, only to see kazuha's direct response.

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

#gxg #hongeunchae #huhyunjin #idol #ive #kazuha #kimchaewon #kpop #kpopidol #lesserafim #miyawakisakura #nakamurakazuha #romance #sakura #kazuha x reader #le sserafim x reader

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bellshazes · 2 years

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so hypothetically speaking, if i were to take on the 10 year backlog of ethubs content….. where would i even start?? its so much content that it’s totally overwhelming to me, and you seem like the only person on the planet to have sifted thru all of it, so i need ur wisdom 😭

trust me I have not and I know there are others (hi rio) but imo the key is to just. follow your heart. they are constantly bringing up old stuff and each other anyway so you will find new shiny things to go check out if you start anywhere. like, the whole reason I watched UHCs for the first time is bc of etho lying to say bdubs voted him out (not a UHC mechanic) and called him a son of a sweetheart in his LP. that said, I do have a masterpost of my fave bdubs mindcrack episodes which frankly is a lot of etho + bdubs, as well as a list of some of my favorite clips.

off the top of my head, suggestions to poke around in:

survival of the fittest, s1 and s2 - bdubs' death game with prox chat. the handcuff thing in s1. i shan't say any more. watch etho for s1, bdubs for s2.

nether hubs, mindcrack s3 and s4 - literally the s4 one is so good, and the episodes they build it in also cover some of the best death games 2.0 moments between them. chicken noodle soup. etho's POV for the first one but bdubs for the second, if you have to pick.

feed the beast call of duty pvp arena - one of the first but not the last arena project. highlights include bdubs ordering etho to strip and also them killing each other for fun.

speaking of arenas, the immediate sequel to the COD map is the fire and ice arena in mindcrack s4. etho builds a house outside the arena itself, stealing bdubs' block palette, and only an episode or two later getting bdubs to help and decorating his room across the hall with quote justin bieber posters unquote, causing at least zisteau to later ask if bdubs really is a belieber.

whatever the episode is that etho hires bdubs to kill someone for him and then showers him with meat in mindcrack s3

here is a secret: i have not yet watched The Trial. but it's foundational. all the etho vs. the b-team stuff is so funny especially how often he and bdubs are literally collabing on something at the same time.

UHCs - etho's POV of UHC 4 is classic and victorious. bdubs' POV of UHC 11 is the worst thing i've ever seen in my life, watch it immediately. there's other ones but i haven't seen most of them because i feel compelled to watch for Live Bdubs Reactions but it makes me want to throw up every time. because he is Insane.

OOGE - three different CTM maps, ymmv; this ranking is spot on, but i've also watched OOG (bdubs + guude) so like clearly my tolerance is not normal. watch kaizo caverns

horse courses, mindcrack s3 and s5, hermitcraft s8 - beyonc? and taylor swift horses of all time. you really just should watch etho or bdubs' first mindcrack seasons. s5 mesa one also features doc and genny and the running sick joke you will recognize from the s4 nether hub and last life.

those three entire episodes of etho helping bdubs with his spawner situation that's only in bdubs' POV, starting with bdubs going oh let's not bother him and then freaking out a little when etho volunteers himself to help. the first but not the last time etho says he wants to live in bdubs' basement.

hermitcraft s7. just the whole thing both their povs don't worry about it, you already know, etc. but personal soft spots of course for etho killing bdubs with kindness and the delivery boy saga, which references an ancient joke about pink shirts. also hcs8 overlapping last life and bdubs' very very blatant etho-obsession is just so much.

also of course the life series but instead of telling you what you already know please consider how bdubs signing his invoice "luv bdubs" to etho but reading it out loud as "love, professionally, bdubs" aired immediately after "he loves me! he cares. he does" happened. we don't talk about that weird little no homo enough

thank you for reminding me i need to finish the etho mindcrack best of list. i'm surely missing a ton of stuff but this is a rough approximation of my favorites and/or essentials. but seriously i have jumped around and finished some series, only watched a few select episodes of others, and straight up forgot to finish several more. be free! go nuts. (you will go nuts. this part is not optional)

#game shows DO touch our lives #ethubs #peter answers #i'd do more links but i'd never get this out in a reasonable timeframe. sorry. they're all over my blog #also see my 'daily cursed bdubs clip' and 'daily cursed etho clip' tags on this blog. for horrors and delights #long post #masterpost

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serpulalacrymans · 1 month

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headcanons for Lawrence as a father?

//Oooooohh this one's fuuuuuun~!

Character HC's listed down below.

Lawrence's effort to be a good dad would hang in the balance of how he's feeling that day. Some days he looks at the bundle of sunshine and feels conditional pride. Others he just sees another vessel rotting with the seconds. This means he more or less keeps up on active care- but he always makes sure they are fed, at the very least.

Lawrence develops a routine to protect the lil' tyke from his explosive outbursts. His anger issues combined with a babies continuous crying creates a monster- one he does not like to present to them. They're neglected while he can learn to calm down in another room, but as a consequence, the child develops a fear of yelling/loud noises.

They are pulled from school for little to no reason time and time again. He gets anxious and worries for their wellbeing, as well as worries about his position as the leading guardian in their life. They are reenrolled just as much for the same reasons. He doesn't like other people being able to poke and prod at his youngling, yet often gets overwhelmed by their presence, so appreciates the days he's left alone.

Gender rolls do not exist to Lawrence. Same rules apply for sexuality, or any other identity-related questions. He may be sad to see certain parts of them die, but he knows those parts were hardly them anyway, if they must go. (He may also be ignorant to some things, like small statements such as "Isn't that for girls?" but his naivety does not reflect his overall beliefs.)

He tries to be an inviting father when his child eventually makes friends and wants to bring them around. He just ends up being weird. Not weird in a creepy way, but weird in a "aren't you the kid with the plant-dad?" kind of way.

He educates them very well in his way of art. They are never allowed near his subjects while still alive. They grow up adjusted to death and gore. They're very helpful nonetheless! Like helping pops out with his fancy arts!

Raising a little one of his own is actually very healing. He loses the plot a lot of the time, but he is also quick to remind himself of his own upbringing. He will never treat his child the way he was treated. He will never make them feel like he did.

He doesn't entirely hate fatherhood! Mainly when they get old enough to become an actual person. They're raised to be incredibly quiet, and very, very polite and clean. This makes them enjoyable to be around.

He is, unfortunately, a helicopter parent. Tracking on their phone, shared accounts, a curtain in place of a door for their bedroom, the works.

Lawrence remains pretty selfish as well. If he doesn't feel like getting up at night to tend to the lil' one, he won't. They can just cry it out. He is also pretty irresponsible, but that's just because he refuses to take other parents advice and just doesn't know any better. Making it up as he goes.

Speaking of irresponsible- he takes the baby to bed often. Likes huddling around them until they both fall asleep. Has no idea how dangerous this can actually be. Or, maybe he does.

Had he named a child, it would be something just as artistic as his works. It's a tiny life, one that grips his fingers and relies on him to survive... It must be cherished. (I personally have a "Next Gen" Oleander OC named Kveta, in collab with a friend. I feel like going above and beyond for first names is like, his thing.)

And finally, the last one for the time being- I do not believe he would ever have a desire to be a father. It doesn't seem ideal. I feel if he ever had a child, it would have to be accidental. Not like a pregnancy scare, as we know that can't happen, but perhaps nabbing an individual he was not aware was pregnant and simply keeping the leftovers.

//Hope these were good ??? This was a LOT of fun, thank u nonny !!!

#//I JUST KEPT WRITIN BRO !!!#//this was very interesting to think about !

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thecluelessdoctor · 11 months

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H… Hanabee SAS au? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

(Lmao im sorry if the SAS asks are annoying 😭)

:OOO their not annoying at all anon!! Actually no asks are annoying lol.

ANYWAY

She would definitely not understand it as first like- would not compute. 'a... kids show????' she would take it a bit literally and then go searching for actual children because.. shes not all that bright.

After she realizes what they meant she just kinda- stops working I suppose. I mean, everything had felt like they really happened!! Liek- everything with her family, her friends.. it was all a lie?? She definitely has a bit of a identity crisis, but it's soon resolved when she finds a new reason to keep pushing forward. everyone is always so stressed anymore, so, even if they don't want her help, she'll try and make them feel better. Or at least tear them away from their work (the number of times she would grab frank and lift him over her head laughing like a mad man is insane..)

Of course, that doesn't mean she doesn't mess up! Although the burden of her world not even being real doesn't effect her as much as some, she still definitely messes up. She tends to accidentally mention what her and the other neighbors have talked about to Wally, mostly because shes just trying to understand it, ending up in her being punished.

She's probably the second most punished out of everyone in all honesty. She's definitely gotten alot clumsier lmao, so she joins in on Sally's lessons. Though she doesn't like the fact Sally tends to yell at them, spefically Eddie. She's naturally protective, so she might get a little bit protective over Eddie when she does :')

Homes favorite punishment for her was to tear off her wings. But after a while, she just.. gave up on trying to have them fixed all the time. It was extremely painful when they were torn off, so she just.. stopped letting Poppy fix her. Poppy just patched up the holes on her back.

Anytime Wally asks what happened to her wings, she'll (try) and keep a calm exterior and say 'just a little accident, that's all. You know how I am!' and then.. move on. And Wally believes her. Why wouldn't he, his friends wouldn't lie!

Due to her being Howdys cousin (at least that's what she knows..) she trys to take care of him. She doesn't exactly know how to stop Howdy from drinking, aside from force which she's learned isn't the best way, so instead she just.. takes care of him when he's passed out, or deathly drunk. If it's during the day, she'll try and run the shop to the best of her abilitys (she isn't the best to say the least)

She also avoids it when the neighbors collab to try and sleep.. normally to the point we have Mr 'coping very well with my problems' dragging her out of the storage room. Although howdy doesn't even have any fake memories of her, she's the closest thing to family he has.

She tends to avoid the sleepovers not just due to nightmares or night terrors, but she can always feel the stare of that house on her, even more so during the night..

So, like you might think, even when everyone else is finally asleep, she's still awake, looking out the window to Wally's home, waiting for it to stir towards them..

She might be a bit more stressed, but she's still the silly (a little dumb) Hanabee we know

SAS AU belongs to @anonymous-paperbag

#welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home puppet show #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #welcome home oc #Welcome home OC Hanabee Wasp #Hanabee Wasp #OC #My OC #Welcome home awareness swap AU #self aware swap au

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I'm curious, do you have any opinion on copyrights and expiration? Since starting to write fanfiction, I've felt like ff as an artform mostly exists in this form because of copyright law and capitalism, which I thought was unfair. Now after creating and selling my own original works, building a small amount of wealth for myself and my family, and having to deal with greedy suits who just want to screw over every original idea to turn a profit, I've started to have a different perspective that maybe copyright should be indefinite and never expire in the cases of small creators but not megacorps. I'm not sure how this would change the handling of fanfiction and fanart as a whole, though. For a small creator, I actually think the current copyright standard of creator's life+70 years is pretty good and encourages more people to be original or pay artists for their work. I think of things like Star Wars, which mostly exists because Lucas couldn't obtain the rights to make the adaptation he wanted of Flash Gordon. It does seem especially heinous, then, that a huge company like Disney could have theoretically swooped in (if we had copyright protection for, like, 30 years after publication) and made Star Wars VII which became one of the top 20 highest grossing movies of all time, and they wouldn't have to pay Lucas or his family anything. Or giant companies (if copyright was limited to protection until the artist's death) waiting for a small artist to die so they can make an adaption without having to pay anyone royalties. As it currently stands, current copyright seems pretty good for indie artists in society but bad for megacorps in society.

As someone involved and familiar with fanworks who also writes original fiction, do you have an opinion?

As far as I know, the historical motivation behind copyright existing at all was to stop big companies from just stealing shit from smaller creators that got popular.

I think some form of copyright is necessary, and policing the boundary between small time and big time is difficult. We should just roll back the stupid shit Disney pulled to extend it.

I see no reason someone else should be able to sell competing works or merch for my thing without my permission. Whatever I've come up with probably isn't that original anyway, so the main thing they want is my marketing and networking I've done and my audience, not the concept of such-and-such a set of stock figures in a romance. Build your own brand! Do a collab with the other creator and make it official!

I think it would help if people outside of fandom were more broadly aware of fair use (and if all countries had fair use) while also being more sensitive to when powerful creators and companies steal. Right now, the attitude seems to swing towards everything my sort of people do being "stealing" but anything some ballsy dude or big company does being probably legit. There should be some wiggle room, but it's often applied in the wrong direction.

Most people should turn a blind eye to very small scale sales of physical items, but I'm talking small. A lot of fan art merch businesses produce way too many copies of things, and people trying to support themselves as fic authors on Patreon should knock it off and write something original (with all the extra work to build an audience that that entails).

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woobly · 2 years

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PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS. track_011 — Round Two

𓂋˚˖ PAIRING. rival band lead guitarist! sunwoo x band rhythm guitarist! fem! reader

𓂋˚˖ GENRE. social media au with some written text, rivals to lovers, band au, college au, fluff

𓂋˚˖ WC. 1.4k words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. *taps mic* ... hey 🧍🏻‍♀️

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. competing against a rapidly rising all-male band from another school at an intercollegiate music festival doesn't really sound too bad on the surface. until you see their lead guitarist—the same boy who always made sure you knew who was the better guitarist between the two of you in high school.

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Production staff wearing headphones and holding clipboards were jogging around backstage whilst other stage crew were busy setting up your group’s instruments. From where you were standing, you could see the event host at the edge of the stage with the spotlight shined on them, speaking enthusiastically about the previous collab performances that just finished. You could hardly see the audience, but based on how loud the cheers have been so far, you could tell that more people bought tickets this time compared to the previous round.

With how busy your surroundings were, your body couldn’t help tensing up from being a nervous wreck, your hands clasping together and aggressively massaging your fingers in hopes of relieving any nerves. You were too focused silently praying that the crew would take longer in setting up that you didn’t notice the person who decided to stand next to you.

“Hey, just relax,”

“Easy for you to say,” you turned towards Sunwoo as you crossed your arms, your hand sliding aggressively back and forth on your arm to the point that you could still feel the pressure even if you stopped.

“You’ll be fine,” he said as he faced the stage. “Trust in my teaching skills a little,”

Scoffing, you placed your hands in your pockets, silently thankful for Sunwoo’s presence.

Just as you were beginning to wonder where the rest of the team was, a bright voice appeared from Sunwoo’s side.

“Sunwoo!”

Turning to the vaguely familiar voice, you’re surprised to see an old batchmate from high school, the one and only Jang Haewon.

She wasn’t your cliche school queen bee or it girl who thought she was better than everyone else. It’s true that everyone loved her, but all for good reason anyway. Aside from the fact that no matter where you were standing, she would always look beautiful and glowing, she was always nothing but all jokes and smiles with the people around her. Even the teachers couldn’t resist pausing their walk back to the faculty room whenever she stroke up a conversation with them. She was also consistently one of the top students in your batch. She was definitely hard not to miss; you wouldn’t even be surprised if you ended up having a crush on her back then if you had the time.

“Oh my god, is this Y/N?”

“Hi, Haewon,” you waved as you tried to cover up how you were currently feeling.

“Sunwoo told me you played guitar since high school, I can’t believe I had no idea! Can’t wait to see you later, good luck!”

You muttered a small thanks before she turned to Sunwoo, whom she obviously went backstage for. Tuning out their conversation, your mind started to drift towards recalling the chords when a pair of hands land on your shoulders.

“You ready?”

You turned to the side opposite Sunwoo and Haewon and find Ryujin bouncing in excitement.

You took a deep breath in as you gave her a nervous smile. “No,”

“That’s the spirit!”

She started pushing you up the stairs that led to the stage as you laughed, trying your best to leave all the nervousness backstage as Sunwoo, Heejin, Kevin, and Hyunjae followed suit.

The host finally called your collective team name, and cheers erupted so loud you think your eardrums have popped.

Moving towards the other side of the stage, you picked up your guitar from its stand and tried to calm your breathing. Kevin, who was also on your side of the stage, noticed this and gave you a small smile and thumbs up as Sunwoo and Heejin interacted with the crowd.

Much like the last time, you tried convincing yourself that enjoying was all that mattered now, which worked for the most part. After the pretty intense first chorus, you and the others took this as time to rest a little as Sunwoo continued sing-rapping while you did a few ad libs here and there.

Thankfully, you hadn’t messed up so far, so you were actually enjoying this indescribable moment. That is, until the bridge.

Heejin and Sunwoo faced one another as much as their standing microphones allowed them, singing as if they were talking to each other. They were definitely doing a great job at building up tension because you thought you were about to lose your mind as it went blank.

The large hall quiets down and the lights go dark, the only one left being on you. You could hardly see Sunwoo turned back towards you in your peripheral vision, let alone the audience in front of you.

Taking a deep breath, you pretend as if you were the only one in the hall, letting your muscle memory take over as you put your soul into your 15-second solo.

Before you know it, the lights were back on and everyone was screaming and singing along to the final chorus, where you could finally breathe and look around the stage with a huge smile on your face.

With only a few seconds left, you moved forward to stand beside Sunwoo for your last riff and his last solo. Euphoria was literally radiating off everyone onstage, but most especially you and Sunwoo as you both couldn’t help trying to one up each other as if you were merely playing around in the practice room.

You didn’t even realize the song was over until the crowd started roaring. Soaking in the moment, you gaze upon them before turning towards Sunwoo who was already looking towards you with a smile still stuck to his face.

Raising his hand up, you gave him a high five and kept your hands up clasped together as you jumped in excitement and satisfaction while he giggled at how happy you looked. Rushing to put down your guitar, you ran to Ryujin and hugged her before wishing her luck for the next song. On the way to exit the stage, you patted Sunwoo’s back as your way of saying he did well and good luck while he kept talking to the audience. He wanted to tell you how proud he was, but he was also participating in the next song, hindering him from doing so.

As you walked down the stairs with Heejin, Hyunjae, and Kevin, you briefly chatted with the next set of members who were about to perform before letting them go to prepare. Still relishing in the post-performance adrenaline, you held and shook Heejin’s hands as you squealed in happiness together. The other boys resting with you only laughed at your antics, completely understanding the feeling.

The next song began playing, and all you could do was enjoy and sing along.

Nearing the end of the song, your nerves crept up your back once again, but you tried your best to suppress them as you moved toward the stage again where Sunwoo and a few others were coming down from. He threw you a thumbs up since he once again didn’t have the time to talk to you, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to pretend to be annoyed.

You were nervous, as you always were, but your excitement for the next and final collab stage definitely outweighed that. With one final deep breath, you let go of everything holding you back and let the moment take over.

Once all your collab stages were finally over, you and the rest of the members left the stage to meet with the others, all of you erupting in chaotic ‘congratulations’ and ‘you did wells’.

After handing a piece of confetti to Isa, which she asked from you before you left for the last song since she always did so after every performance, you looked around in search of Sunwoo, who seemed to be the only one missing from the group—not that you were looking for him.

After a while, you finally see him a few feet away, in the middle of a hug with Haewon. When they pulled away from each other, you noticed how he was looking at her like a married old man and chuckled to yourself. Even from far away, he was so obvious there’s no way Haewon hasn’t noticed it.

Yet, it stung a little. Definitely because you haven’t had anyone look at you like that and not because it’s Sunwoo. Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Let’s go out for dinner!” Sangyeon suddenly announced.

“Our treat!” Seunghee butted in. You chuckled as you wondered where they possibly have the money to pay for all 13 people, but cheered along with the others anyway.

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𓂋˚˖ A/N. i'm so sorry this is so overdue 😭😭 since the last update, i finally started college and it's been kicking my ass </3 i'll be having break starting tmrw tho so ... (i won't say anything bc i alw end up not following thru are eye pee) anyways.. suny/n when

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rain-herb · 8 months

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into the light

a short reikoga / kogarei piece i wrote like a month ago, slightly edited ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ [AO3 link]

“If I were to say, however,” Rei continues on, a small smile on his lips, “between us, you would be the sun, and I would be the moon.”

“That too, but that’s not entirely it.”

“Then what is it?”

Koga goes on a late night walk with Sakuma Rei.

By the third time Oogami Koga sits up in his bed, it becomes clear that he will not be getting any more sleep tonight.

For the longest time, he has made it a habit to go to bed around ten if he doesn’t have anything else to take care of, as an early riser who has a dog to walk in the morning and tasks to work on.

This night in particular though, he got up to take a sip of water after waking from a weird dream he doesn’t remember much of, and all feelings of drowsiness just left him without a trace.

Has it been an hour? He consciously avoids looking at the clock (which comes with hands that glow in the dark, which should be convenient for time-checking in the dark, but not very much for sleepless nights where looking at the time only increases anxiety), lies down and continues to toss and turn around in his bed. The sound of the air conditioner feels louder than ever. He considers getting up and making himself a cup of hot chocolate, but that might wake his roommate up, and he knows that Kazehaya-senpai is very tired from a whole day of rehearsals for his unit’s upcoming collab LIVE.

Koga pulls his blanket over his shoulders and lets out a muffled curse. Five minutes pass—or maybe half an hour, he can’t be sure—and he gives up, sitting up in his bed.

A quick glance at the other side of the room tells him that his roommate is fast asleep. As quietly as he could manage, he gets up, changes into his usual practice clothes and slips out of the room.

As he turns the corner leading to the stairs of the dorm building, he finds himself face to face with Sakuma Rei, who he has not seen for almost a week due to Rei’s various photoshoots taking place in another city. His hair is messy in a way that suggests he just rolled out of bed (or his coffin) too.

“Koga,” Rei says, smiling.

“Sakuma-senpai,” he says back in greeting, some of his irritation already gone at the sight of that familiar face. Rei seems to brighten up as well.

“Hello to you too,” Rei nods. “No late night or early morning practice sessions today. Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “That’s fine. What are you doing up? Didn’t you just come back?” Koga asks, recalling their exchanges on LINE, the random, blurry pictures taken of cracked stone paths and the scenery from behind a dusty bus window. Rei’s pictures, being what they are, are not quite Instagram worthy in the way Kaoru’s pictures are (not that he has ever been an avid social media user), so he usually just sends them in the UNDEAD group chat or directly to Koga sometimes, accompanied with a string of kaomojis that he supposes are Rei's attempts at showing that he is, indeed, capable of using such features.

Rei shrugs. “Same reason as always. I did manage to get a few hours of sleep on the bus trip back.”

He makes a face - Rei’s sleeping habits are better now compared to before, but still. “You should go lie down for a while anyway.”

“I will, after this walk. And I can say the same to you too, Koga.”

“I couldn’t sleep. And there’s no school or work or lessons tomorrow, so I can just take a nap later in the day if I’m tired.”

“Okay. Come walk with me then.” And with that, Rei disappears down the stairs soundlessly, like a ghost in the night. Koga hurries after him.

Sometimes on the nights where they head off to early band practice, they would run into some other kid having a walk and getting some fresh air outside the dorms. He’s glad that tonight isn’t one of those nights.

They walk along the building. Rei asks him about school and club activities. He answers those questions, tells him about the twins, about Ricchi, even about teachers and class. The recent guitar lessons remain a secret, because he wants it to be a surprise. He asks about work and the trip and the food Rei had. Apparently the place has a lot of famous dessert shops. Not all were sweet, I think you would like some of them, says Sakuma-senpai. The breeze is cool and comfortable.

As they get close to the gardening area, Rei’s footsteps begin to slow. He approaches the neatly lined still-growing vegetables with great interest.

“How lovely.” He touches a tomato with a single outstretched finger. Koga swats his hand away defensively out of pure habit, to which he raises both hands, expression innocent, like he might just start doing his world-famous fake cry right this moment. Koga quickly cuts him off before that could happen.

“I wonder if I’ll have space to do gardening like this when I eventually move into my own home in the future.”

“What kind of house would you like to live in?”

“I dunno. I guess I could still grow stuff like tomatoes and onions and lettuce in an apartment, though the space would be much smaller than what I’m used to.”

Rei adds, “it has to have soundproof walls.”

A nod. “That’s for sure.”

“And extra space for Leon-kun.”

“He did fine in my small apartment from before and he’s okay in my current dorm room, but that sounds nice. He’d like it.”

“I’m sure it will be nice.”

“What kind of place would you like to stay in, Sakuma-senpai?” he asks, because surely Rei doesn’t enjoy his current rooming arrangement despite being somewhat used to it by now. His mind drifts back to certain hot summer days, the mention of houses with red roofs and lawns big enough for puppies. He couldn’t imagine Rei actually sitting in a lawn like that and sipping iced coffee while watching Leon (why would he be there in the first place?) have fun running around under the sun, but maybe it isn’t so hard to actually see after all. The idea of Sakuma Rei, all grown and happy, living in a home of his own. It is something he’d like to see become a reality more than anything else, he thinks.

Rei looks at him with that seemingly all-knowing stare, which puts in him the strange thought that Rei has managed to read his mind from the small smile that managed to sneak onto his lips for a few seconds. Which is impossible, of course, but Sakuma Rei just has that effect on people.

Rei’s eyes remain on him. Koga half expects him to say that same response from back then and then start musing about the past and the strange times they’ve gone through together, as he often does, like he’s actually an old man recounting his youth. He does not do that, however.

“It’s not something I have thought about much,” he says after a while. “I have to admit though, the idea of a home for UNDEAD is a nice one.”

The four of them, staying together. It’s something Koga has found himself thinking of before entering Yumenosaki (even if it was just about Sakuma-senpai at that time), before he waved it off as something unlikely to happen. It’s not something he expected Rei to want, however. Rei, who at some point he thought only put this unit of theirs together to please everyone. In a sense, UNDEAD was formed because it was a solution to everyone’s wishes at the time. Adonis needed a purpose; Kaoru needed something to pass time with, even if he didn’t think so then, and it wasn’t really Rei’s business. And Koga wanted a unit, despite his constant claims of being a lone wolf. He wanted to be with Sakuma Rei. So Rei only did what seemed natural - gathered all these scattered pieces and put them together. He always knew the best, after all. And they had fit together, even if it had taken a bit of time.

“I don’t think Hakaze-senpai would like to see our faces more than he already does now,” he says, half joking.

Rei laughs heartily, and it is a wonderful sound. “Perhaps. We could still be his annoying neighbours. That’s probably still on a level that he would find acceptable.”

That scenario is weirdly clear as he lets it play in his head, and he couldn't help but smile a little. “And Adonis would stay with him because he’s the favourite.”

Rei raises his eyebrows. “Is this your way of saying that you’d stay with me then?”

“You were the first to imply that!” Koga says immediately, maybe a little too loudly, and then immediately places a hand over his mouth and lowers his volume, conscious of the current time. “But you know what? Sure. Sure, I would.”

“You always get embarrassed so easily, Koga,” Rei says, something like fondness crinkling in his eyes. “I remember you once said that you wanted to stay with me forever, when you were a first year. You were such a cute and honest boy then.”

He pointedly ignores the last statement. “Well, we are chasing after the same goals, so I’d say that’s still true.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” he says, voice small and averting his eyes, trying to search for something else he could talk about because he’s not talking about such things with Sakuma-senpai now lest he end up spilling certain thoughts that lie deep within his mind at this moment, which wouldn’t be unacceptable or terrible or whatever - just the two of them, under the moonlight - but he would much prefer doing so somewhere that’s not his vegetable garden before dayspring. “There’s a full moon tonight, huh. I didn’t realise.”

His Sakuma-senpai very kindly does not point out how terrible that change in topic was executed. “I didn’t realise either.”

“Speaking of, that glasses basta—” A cough, “— Hasumi-senpai , he said something once. Something about trying to catch up to you would be like the moon trying to catch up to the sun.”

Rei hums. “So an impossible feat , huh? That guy and his metaphors, honestly. I guess he really was going through something back then. He didn’t need to become someone like me or anyone though.”

Koga does not say anything to that. He reaches out and plucks a weed from the garden, resisting the urge to call Hasumi-senpai a moron, to say I would, though, I never cared about such things or whatever he said then, I said I would stay and I did . He does not say any of that. They both already knew that for a very long time.

“If I were to say, however,” Rei continues on, a small smile on his lips, “between us, you would be the sun, and I would be the moon.”

“I guess the moon does fit with your vampire image,” he muses, thinking of magazines with the special Feature Live outfits, what is your idol like up close and personal? sections and pictures of them in casual clothes, living their daily life. Sakuma Rei bathed in moonlight, smiling majestically. (After his own section was published, Anzu showed him the pictures, pointed out to him how similar he was to Rei. The way you carry yourself, she had said, and your smile. Perhaps he is rubbing off on you. And then he had said how would that even work? in response, but couldn’t help the spark of elation in his heart.) And now, Rei is sitting by his vegetable garden in a thin jacket over a long sleeved shirt he usually wears to sleep, chuckling at his words.

“That too, but that’s not entirely it.”

“Then what is it?”

Rei presses a finger to his lips. “Not telling.”

After that he gets to his feet, which makes Koga think for a moment that he’s just going to make his escape after leaving him with a whole load of questions (a common occurrence, really), but then he just goes to the open space near the benches and lies down on the grass. Honestly, he doesn’t even mind that Rei doesn’t want to tell him the reason, since he’s fairly sure that it will turn out to be some sappy shit or another one of Rei’s odd analogies that Koga won’t understand anyway.

“What are you doing?” Koga sighs, following after him. He stands there for a few seconds before deciding to just plop down next to Rei. The grass is somewhat itchy and uncomfortable to sit on directly, so he shifts around a little in his spot, wondering if Rei doesn’t have a problem with this due to his extra layer of clothes, or he’s just good at ignoring the terrible, terrible feeling (unlikely, considering the way he is sprawled out on the grass). Either way, he’ll have to bring a picnic blanket along next time, he decides.

“If you wanna sleep, go back to your room.” He pokes Rei in the side of his head with a finger. His hair is soft.

“No.” Rei shuts his eyes. So he has switched the usual old man persona for the lesser seen bratty child one (which he himself dubs as ‘Rei-chan’, according to Kaoru, the words said in the most annoying, sugary sweet voice he could muster).

“I’m not helping carry you back after this,” Koga says, looking upwards at the sky.

“I’ll call Adonis-kun and have him lend me his strong, reliable arms.”

“You don’t even have your phone with you,” Koga points out, wrapping his arms around his knees.

Rei makes a noise that sounds like a mix between mild annoyance and agreement.

“That’s true. Well, too bad then.” He turns on his side, his back facing Koga, who’s just kind of amused at this point. Koga turns to lie down as well, but then gets the terrible feeling of grass against his arm and back, and then immediately springs back up. A small chuckle goes off from next to him.

He nudges his arm lightly. “Sakuma-senpai.”

“I’m already asleep,” comes his reply.

“Let’s go. I’m not letting you catch a cold on me here. We can go sit in the common area or something. And then we can go over our new songs or pull up some concert or show to watch.”

“’s nothing to worry about. I don’t get sick that easily.”

He huffs. “Sure you don’t.”

Rei rolls back on his back. “Help me get up.”

“No,” Koga replies, but goes to pull on his outstretched hand anyway after standing up, ignoring the huge grin on Rei's face as he does so. After Rei manages to get up, Koga starts heading back towards the direction of the dorms, but Rei does not let go of his hand, which… okay, sure, whatever. He doesn’t mind.

He does, however, comment on how cold Rei’s hand is, to which Rei jokes that’s why I have you here to keep me warm. He rolls his eyes and says okay. They continue walking.

“Koga.”

“Hmm?” Koga says, voice soft.

“—Koooga.”

He contemplates his life choices before going, “What is it?”

“You’re like the sun. And I am able to shine again thanks to your light.”

He pauses his step, turns to look at Rei.

“...Is this about what you were going to say earlier?”

“Yeah.”

He considers, goes over a few possible responses. The tone Rei used to say all of that sounded casual but sincere enough, so he’s not getting teased if he gives a proper answer. Probably. But then, he finds that he doesn’t really care if he ends up getting teased anyway, because how could he, in such a moment?

“I’m glad,” he says in the end, because he is; he is never not glad to be here next to Sakuma Rei. He squeezes Rei’s hand. “That’s all I wanted.”

Rei beams. “I will be counting on you in the future as well, Koga.”

The future . After all of the things that happened the past few years, Koga feels like he could say with certainty that he looked forward to the future, graduating high school, celebrating anniversaries with UNDEAD, whatever there is to come.

“The same goes for me, Sakuma-senpai.”

#ensemble stars #enstars #reikoga #kogarei #sakuma rei #oogami koga #my writing

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thesaintofnevergettingitright · 1 year

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I’ve seen a few people in the TAD fandom talk about how good a TAD/Hozier collab would be, and here’s the thing. Y’all aren’t wrong! It would be absolutely incredible!

But if I may suggest a slightly more unhinged collab idea for your consideration:

The Amazing Devil and Mariana’s Trench

Hear me out! For some reason I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it would sound like if Joey Batey and Joshua Ramsey were locked in a room and forced to write a song together. Cuz here’s the thing? I have no idea what that would sound like! But I do know that it would be life-changing and chaotic, and would completely destroy me emotionally, and would include an unnecessary number of classic lit references! And what more can you ask of a song?

Like! I am begging yall to listen to Echos of You and The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace side by side! Do the songs sound anything alike? Absolutely not! But that’s not what it’s about!

It’s about the strategic mid-song emotional/musical whiplash! It’s about simultaneously being haunted and doing the haunting! It’s about being aware that you’re not mentally healthy and reveling in it! It’s about 19th century poets! It’s about being monstrous! PLEASE listen to this shit!

Echos of You

The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace

Are you going to tell me that the line

“But the notes of an old refrain still ring louder everyday/ From a little to a manic, a cacophony, a frantic/ A relentless refrain is the only thing that remains”

doesn’t sound EXACTLY like some shit Joey Batey would write? Or that

“Where you see weakness, I see wit/ sometimes I fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don’t fit/”

and

“We’ll dance together, so close we’re sharing breath/ but now I’m leading doesn’t that just scare you to death,”

wouldn’t fit perfectly in an Edgar Allen Poe themed album?? Of course not, because you’d be blatantly incorrect!!!

Anyway, please listen to both of these songs/albums and help me manifest this.

#mine #the amazing devil #tad #mariana's trench #I'm aware literally no one asked #you can specifically blame #soundsfaebutokay #for this particular rant #(in fairness though I've been stewing on this one for a WHILE)#now I know what you're thinking #'Suzy what's it like being so right all the time? Is it hard?'#and I'm here to tell you that it may be a burden... but it's a burden I'm willing to bear.#lmao #anyway I really have put a lot of unnecessary thought into this hypothetical collab so please enjoy some thoughts and theories:#for example: they would base the entire song around a specific work of classic lit #that's the obvious part. the fun part is theorizing which one it would be.#my money would be on either #A Midsummer Night's Dream #or a Bronte novel (probably Wuthering Heights tbh. The Moors (tm) are very on-brand for both bands lol)#other theories: someone would teach themselves how to play a new instrument for no reason. No one asked them to do that. but they did.#for some reason my heart says that the harp would be involved #I'm aware I sound fully insane at this point #I am way too deep into this hypothetical song #but such is life when your brain decides we'll only be thinking about one thing for the rest of the day

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patrice-bergerons · 2 years

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❛ can’t sleep? ❜ for your fest :)

Thank you Ange! With this prompt my collab table is complete 😎 I offer my sincerest apologies, and this optional instrumental soundtrack which aptly translates to 'they took my beloved from me'. 00q, NTTD compliant.

“Can’t sleep?”

James Bond twists around to look at him from where he is sat at the sofa, a small, fond smile playing on his lips.

“You were far too loud,” Q replies with a smile of his own as he shuffles over to sit down on the other end. They both know this to be a lie but it sounds better than you've been gone for five years James; how am I supposed to sleep when you have crashed back into my life and holed up in the very next room?

“Please accept my sincerest apologies,” James quips back without a hint of apology. His eyes have never stopped tracking Q. His eyes are blue like the sea on a perfectly sunny day. Q drinks them in, lets his gaze wander over his face as if to commit each detail to memory—the creases around his eyes that have multiplied since the last time Q saw him, the bags that have settled underneath, the outline of his brow and his elegant nose, his cheekbones and dimples. James on his couch at 2am in his silk pyjamas and nursing a glass of whisky. Q smiles through the ache in his chest, bowing his head.

“This isn’t how it happened.”

“No,” James agrees, pouring him a glass too. “I was quiet and you slept through the night.”

Well. He certainly stayed in his room through the night, believing James to be doing the same.

“I wish you had woken me.”

Rapped on the door. Made some noise. Of course more often than not the quartermaster is just as much to blame as the agent. He could have opened the door, decided he wanted a glass of water or some chamomile tea. He could have taken a page from James’ handbook and resolved on a midnight helping of whiskey. Like he has done so many times in the weeks since.

James chuckles softly.

“You would have thrown something at me. And for good reason.”

Can I just have one nice evening please before the world explodes?

“I didn’t mind having you here.” Q lifts his gaze to look James in the eye again. “I missed you.”

Photographs never did do justice to how blue his eyes are, how warm, vibrant, alive, and Q has preciously few of those anyway. There is the photograph used in both his obituaries—ruggedly handsome, unsmiling, a field agent facing the camera the way he is meant to face his own end in the service of Queen and country. Q had run his thumb over it a week after he had started the job, wondering what this operative he never met and would never meet, this ghost whose legacy haunted Six still, had been like in life, the way one looks at bones in a museum and wonders pausing for a brief moment before moving on unencumbered with one’s day.

There is the photograph Q took of him on Boothroyd’s man-eating couch before he let the couch eat him. A childish form of revenge perhaps but he really had been too much at the time. He has an arm draped over the back of the couch and is looking at the camera with the most insufferable smirk, labouring as he was under the impression that he was about to be given Q-branch’s most cutting edge technology yet.

There is the photograph from the 2013 MI6 Christmas do—James caught mid-laughter, his head thrown back, one hand holding a champagne flute and the other arm draped carelessly around a grinning Q. Every time Q gets inadvisably drunk, he considers having it framed.

James holds his gaze, the way you would the shards of a broken, beloved vase.

“It wasn’t your fault, Q.”

You can’t think like that, he had said once, when he found Q charting a thousand and one ways an agent they lost could have lived. You do the best you can with what you have and accept that sometimes the whole thing will go tits up. Then he made Q tea which managed to be both oversteeped and far too milky.

So it’s not Q’s fault that he is dead, never mind that he is the one who ordered the missiles, he is the one who spent years blissfully oblivious to Heracles’ existence. All he had to do was to look—there is hardly an encryption system that will keep him away once he’s put his mind to it. All he had to do was to tell James he could work something out to get Heracles off his system. All James had to do was to get off the bloody island.

And there are a thousand things Q can say to him. I knew where you were all along, he can say, because of course he knew. James isn’t nearly as stealthy as he believes himself to be. He just didn’t want to be found and Q let Mallory believe there was no sign of him on heaven or earth. Five years, James, he can say, did I matter so little to you that you couldn’t call once? James has only bothered to turn on one floor lamp in the far corner. Perhaps it is for Q’s benefit given his own penchant for sitting in the dark, ambushing people inside their own homes. For at least a year after you left, I found myself holding my breath as I turned the key in the lock after long nights, when I was too tired to know better, he can say. He can tell James that he deserved better because of course he did. He can say I wish I could have given you a future with Madeleine and your daughter.

But the soft glow of the lamp throws shadows on James’ beautiful, dear face, and none of it matters now.

So Q puts his hand over James’ instead, his throat tightening momentarily with apprehension for what he will find. He exhales when his palm lands on solid, warm skin. James doesn’t move his hand away and Q scoots towards him on the sofa, smiles when James throws his arm around him.

I forgive you, Q will say before the night is over, for the destroyed cars and for leaving. The world was a better place for having you in it. But for now he simply lets himself bask in his warmth, asks, still smiling, “do you remember Boothroyd’s man-eating couch?”

Perhaps he would have that night had he heard James downstairs and James would have laughed just like he does now. Perhaps James never ventured out of his room to begin with. Perhaps it was always meant to end like this.

It does not matter.

A/N- the man-eating couch aka probably my fave Q-branch thing from classical Bond series.

#00q #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #my fic #the original dialogue i had was different but...it did not *fit* right alas #my apologies to tumblr user bishbarnaby especially 🙈

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Oh i NEED to know more about the Floral Collab fic bruh

aha this is something we started out throwing back and forth like last september?? there was a plot, i think, but it was mostly high school shenanigans. it was before i settled in the ghost light au, so it's just a normal fic. i wrote out some forced reveal stuff for some reason, but i literally have no idea where i was going with it. i keep considering finishing it and posting it anyway

here's the little bit that i wrote!

Like everything else in his life, it had started with an accident.One would think that after saving the planet, there would’ve been a grace period. A time where ghosts stayed in the Zone and let Danny simply exist for a few beautiful, quiet, peaceful moments. Not in Danny’s life! No sir, nothing is ever that easy for him. Which is how he ended up convulsing in agony on the floor in first period English.The day had started like normal. Danny woke up, grabbed a Pop-Tart on the way out the door and flew off to school, expertly avoiding his parents. Things hadn’t been easy, per se, since Jazz had left for college, so Danny did what he was good at: he avoided the problem until it would come back around and bite him in the ass. Once he arrived at school, he met up with Tucker and Sam at their normal meet-up tree, and they walked into the building together. Dash slammed him into a locker with some vague threat Danny tuned out, Kwan slapped his books out of his hand, and Star insulted his outfit. All in all, a normal Tuesday. The first hint that something was wrong should’ve been the ungodly sneeze. His face, hidden in his locker, stared open mouthed at the neon green ooze now covering his locker. He had never sneezed out ectoplasm since his accident. Not even slightly neon normal snot! His nose continued to itch, and Sam made an offhand comment about allergies, since it was the first warm week of the new year. Danny felt it was necessary to point out that he didn’t have allergies, before or after his half-death. It would be weird to develop them now. His friends just shrugged, out of suggestions for the weird sneeze. He sighed and Tucker helped him clean up the ectoplasm coating his locker with the Fenton Thermos. They set out for first period together, Tucker and Sam starting up an old argument from yesterday. The second hint that something was wrong should’ve been the sound of Paulina bragging. It never boded well for anyone.

“Aren’t these just gorgeous?” she asked her gaggle of friends, obviously fishing for compliments. “They’re flowers for Phantom, fresh from this flower stall I passed this morning!” See, Sam pointed out with one perfectly arched eyebrow at Danny. It must be those flowers, she said with only a look. (Danny later cursed Clockwork, the Ancients, and a few extra deities that Sam was right as often as she was.) For the first time in a long time, Danny showed up to first period on time. Early, even. If Lancer’s raised eyebrows were any indicator, he was also shocked. Danny slumped into his desk near the front of the room, letting Sam and Tucker’s arguing wash over him. He was rather enjoying the relative peace and quiet of his morning. But, of course, it couldn’t last because the universe had it out for Danny, he was sure.Right as the final bell rang, Paulina swept into the room in a more-dramatic-than-usual fashion. Initially, he didn’t see what was going on because he was staring at the ceiling tiles trying to figure out what he was going to do after school if everything remained quiet. Another sneeze crawled up his nose and panic quickly followed it because he couldn’t hide an ectoplasm sneeze in the open classroom. He dove for his backpack, hoping to at least contain it somewhat, when his eyes caught on the large bouquet in Paulina’s hands. What little color he had left in his face drained out. “These are so lovely,” she giggled as she swept over to her seat. “I can’t wait to give them to Phantom!” Sam was the first one to speak, her shock wearing off faster than her friends’.

“Are you trying to kill him?” “What do you mean?” she sneered as she turned around quickly. Danny gagged as the bouquet swept in his direction, causing pollen to fall off of them and blow in his direction. But, due to his shitty luck, Paulina had essentially trapped him. She stood to his left, flowers aimed at him, blocking the only normal way out of his seat so she could glare at Sam, one hand on her hip. “Those are blood blossoms, Paulina,” Sam said with a roll of her eyes. “They’re toxic to ghosts.” “How do you know that, freak?” “Class, it’s time to get started,” Lancer called from the front of the room. “Sam,” Danny warned in a tight voice. The longer he spent next to the blood blossoms, the more likely something bad was going to happen. “What’s wrong with you, Fenturd?” Dash asked as he gave him a disgusted look. “Allergies!” Tucker piped up. “Yeah, Danny’s super allergic to pollen.” “Of a ghost toxic plant?” Star asked, scoffing. “...Yeah, because of his ectocontamination,” Tucker supplied quickly. Everyone knew that Danny had a weird amount of ectoplasm in his system somehow, because of how crazy his parents were, and so that helped explain away most of his weird shit.That wasn’t going to work today. “Guys!” he gasped, gripping the edge of his desk so hard, his knuckles were as white as his gloves. “Paulina, MOVE!” Sam said, panic rising in her voice as she looked over at her best friend. She slipped in between the desks and shoved Paulina out of the way. Danny collapsed to the floor as he tried to scramble away, now that there was an opening. He was gasping for air and trying not to gag on every inhale. Paulina shrieked at Sam touching her, flailing like it was anything more than just a light shove. The class couldn’t decide where they wanted to look: the cat fight brewing between Sam and Paulina, a long time coming, or the weird Fenton kid that was having some kind of freakout on the floor. Three things happened all at once: 1) One of the flowers came loose from the bouquet and fell towards Danny. 2) Mr Lancer cried, “Flowers for Algernon, people, what is going on?!” 3) Danny watched his half-life flash before his eyes--no, wait. That was really a flash--the end

i mean i guess i could technically just post it like that... 🤔 hm. now i'm thinking about actually posting it on ao3

#my writing #my fics #ecto writes #ecto fics #danny phantom

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Melodic Misconceptions 🎹

Side Track: Regarding the Rumors...

The Ribbonrose Music festival was in sessions, many different Idol groups were invited to attend and among them the idols could even rest together and spend time till each show started. Carol knew Monstroc!ty well... Juvia had a collab with them which turned out great, Leroy was her buddy and she admired their style of music... but aside casually enjoying their music this day it seemed Henry was the most in the spotlight... after all each of the members wanted to introduce their debut songs... so she sat down together with Juvia and Ellis watching the group work individually on their different solos... while Juvia and Ellis mainly cheered for Mellow who was the Most nervous... her eyes drifted to Henry... who not only looked Elegant with his dance moves but given he trained Shirtless it got her distracted in others ways... untill Ellis shortly poked her thigh to get her back to reality.

“Earth to Carol hello? Where did your eyes wander off to... oh... figures.”

She looked at her smug as she just blushed and looked away.

“I just wanted to study his dance, nothing else.”

“Sure... anyways they are done, lets get to practise our steps ourselves.”

The girls got up as the boys wanted to rest.

“Hey Vermillion, you did great back there!”

“H-huh... um t-thank you...” He grew bright red as Juvia complimented him while Carol again looked back to Henry.

“Ah Verde, the Label told me that we would the next days have to practise for that cover together, you want to maybe talk about it later during something to eat?”

“Oh? Right... I was busy I nearly forgot about that, sure I have time.”

With a satisfied smile he left while Leroy grew grumbly.

“Nobody ever compliments me for my hard work...”

As the three boys went to the changing rooms Juvia got already warmed up while Ellis poked into Carols sides with a smirk.

“Guess you have a date tonight then.”

“Its not a date, you heard him, he just wants to discuss the performance.”

Juvia and Ellis chuckled as Carol tried to defend herself.

“Listen you two know I have enough troubles with the rumors and the crushes I have already... I don’t need to add another... sure he is handsome but-”

“You can talk all you want, that look you had at him was obvious.”

She sighed... given she knew both were stubborn enough to not let her off the hook.

“Lets just focus on dancing, alright?”

“Where are Chi, Yuuta and Miren anyways?”

“Yuuta accompanied Miren to get some food and Chizuko currently writes up the rest of her solo song so.”

Ellis sighed and stepped to the side.

“Guess we make up for them once they get back.”

The girls trained hard as they could to memorize the steps and after Juvia and Ellis left to get to the group, Carol walked as promised to the Location Henry asked her to meet up.. she just didn’t expect it to be a far more fancier restaurant... as he walked with her to the table she crossed her legs and looked at him.

“Don’t worry the food is on me.”

“Really? You don’t have to, Marine.”

“I think given we are not Idols just two people eating you can stick with Henry.”

She nodded her head and smiled at him.

“Then you can call me Carol.”

“A nice name... I actually had many reasons to meet up with you today.”

“For one about the cover song, right?”

“Before we start with that... I was curious about these rumors about you... if you allow me to be so bold to ask.”

She sighed looking down a little...

“Its true that I am interested in interacting with those guys but.... no I do not have a relationship with any of them nor do I go from one man to another... Its true that I am attracted to some of them but...”

“I see, that is all I wanted to know.” His serious expression turned into a more calmer smile.

“I been plagued by rumors as well.. .given my status and company give me enough people who want dirt on me so I can relate.”

“I see... thats good.”

She also breathed in relief... seeing him hand her the music sheets for their song.

“After you ate enough we can sing together but... I know just the right place where we can do that in peace.”

She looked a bit closer at him... usually she didn’t pay much attention on him given she was busy chatting with Leroy or building up Mellows confidence but seeing now his look, the half loose shirt and the striking blue eyes... she shortly felt a small bump in her chest that she quickly ignored in favour of eating some food. After they discussed things during dinner he took her in secret away from ongoing paparazzi to a secluded part of a beach in town... hoping they could sing alone with the shores hearing their Echo...

“The night breeze is nice... say Henry... did you often think about how it would be if we wouldn’t be idols.”

“Honestly... I thought about it a lot... in general how the common life would be... to just be able to go everywhere without someone following you.”

Both looked at the waves and sat down... chatting and singing a little to that song they had to practise... yet eventually.

“Listen Carol, I think often I did just hear to your songs and felt a little less burdened a little less on edge... I wasn’t Marine anymore... just Henry. And that effect is something you should be proud of... to get people to relax and calm thanks to your music...”

She smiled at him. “I hoped to have that effect on people actually... so I am glad you say that.”

Both said in silence a little.

“I wasn’t fully honest to you... I did ask about the rumors before cause... maybe it was cause I was interested in you as well...”

“H-huh?!”

He smiled and got up. “We Idols are still bound by rules however so I wanted to let you know that.”

“You can’t just say that and leave... “

On instinct she grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving, yet they both didn’t know a paparazzi was nearby again, taking a nice shoot of this and rushing away...

“Not again...”

“I swear Carol I didn’t”

“I know it was not your fault... yet I can already hear the earfull I get tomorrow.”

Both sighed a little before looking back at another. Then Carol spoke up.

“So I guess I see you tomorrow to practise?”

A warm smile left his lips as he walked away from her.

“I will be there excactly when you need me.”

She left her number in his hand and left... still a bit in thoughts about taking in all this.... so he liked her that much... despite the whole rumors and all...getting back to the dorm she already was awaited by most of the band at a dinner table.

“Where have you been? Miren whined about starving for a while...”

“Practise too a bit longer, I am sorry.”

“Well... did you enjoy your time with Marine? I read he is quite popular with the female crowd.”

Carol sighed and sat down. “I don’t wanna talk about it, I need to get my head free for now.”

Yet she still thought back to this talk with him... she hoped to not dissapoint him but also she felt worried about whatever the paparazzi will bring out tomorrow...

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