late night hornyposting because i am imagining arlecchino throatfucking her darling. whether she's using a cock or a strap doesn't matter. just hear me out.

she's got your head dangling off the edge of the bed, her clawed hands digging into her bedsheets, tearing the fine threads as her hips snap into your mouth.

she delights in your muffled whimpers and gagging noises as she shoves herself further into your mouth. she loves how your tongue laves over the weight, the glossy spit coating both her and your lips.

maybe one of her hands even trails over your chest, teasing your nipples, pinching and playing with them. but if you whine too loudly, she's shoving herself even deeper down your throat, reminding you to "hush" through gritted teeth.

mhm. good thoughts.

choose violence ask game:

2, 16, and 19

choose violence🔥

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

blah blah blah top/bottom is reductive and real people don't fit into such strict yadda yadda rehash of ye olde seme/uke discourse from the naughts anime fandom. anyway saren is a bottom who pretends to be a top for his own sanity because he's already so small and fragile he's regularly mistaken for a child and his friends are feral fucking animals. he's the ringleader of the trio he has to maintain dominance somehow. unfortunately for him both of his fellow coyotes love scrapping for dominance and both of them discover he's really into getting knocked down and made to beg and he's never allowed to live it down ever

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

why do you all want to put garrus and/or shepard in the council seats. or primarch garrus along the same lines. putting any of the squadmates in high authority actually. none of them is suited to politics and the vast majority of them directly state "i hate politics i do not want to be in charge i want to go home and retire and not be bothered for 50 years" especially garrus since i specified him. yeah ik putting shepard there is usually a "lol fuck the council imma wreck shit" thing because for a fandom of mostly 25+yos everyone here is incredibly childish but there also is just a lot of people who seem to genuinely think garrus/shepard/tali/kaidan/etc are the actual best choice for being in charge. none of you know anything about civics and that is why your xenopolitics takes are all completely rancid prelude to war speedruns

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

i have no shame i like what i like, this is already niche central already fuck it no gods no masters.

if i MUST say something. i suppose given [gestures vaguely to entire internet presence] there's probably something to be said for how i also enjoy dabbling in aus or simply "yeah teia's chill with sharing as long as she's still top dog" screwing around with pairing sparky with other characters, specifically his fellow old turians in authority. sparatus/quentius is a perennial favorite and is sneaking its way into a spirian + quentilea (ierian/teia + quentius/nautilea) platonic polypile with benefits all 4 of them just because i love sparky and quenty's dynamic with each other as boss and dragon flipping to besties outside work. sparatus/corinthus i also sometimes entertain. and ofc sparatus/desolas which i still have an ask for somewhere in the hellscape of my unanswered ask backlog and lives rent-free in my head. i just think sparky has potential to have some fun and interesting dynamics with a lot of his fellow Old Turians In Authority it's not a crime to have a canon/oc ship but also dabble on the side

only when you're high - rafe cameron

word count: 4.3k

summary: Rafe only ever talks to you when he's high, and you've eventually had enough.

warnings: angst i guess, language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, lil makeout sesh at the end

note: ik this isn't the request but i've been working on this for a while so here ya go <3 this is def not my best writing so dont judge it too harshly

3:53 a.m.

You had been dreaming about your cat taking over a world full of people with fish heads when the incessant ringing from your phone jolted you awake. You blindly flung your hand onto the nightstand, knocking over a half empty water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen before your fingers grazed the cool screen. You picked up the device, nearly blinding yourself when you opened your eyes to see who was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Once your eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, the name ‘Stupid Kook’ was displayed across the top. You hesitantly swiped to answer.

“What in the flying fuck do you want,” You whisper yelled, propping your half-conscious body up with your elbow.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted, his voice dragging as if he was thinking too hard about his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped breathing for a moment, not sure what you were supposed to say to his weird revelation. You had been having a weird thing with Rafe for a few months now. After many drinks, you would often finding yourself making out with him in a secluded area. Despite your random make out sessions, he had never once called you to simply hear your voice. In fact, he hadn’t even called you before. It was usually always a quick ‘wyd’ text at midnight and nothing more.

“That’s weird, you’ve never called me before,” You pointed out, “You’ve also never called me baby before, so what’s that about?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Always wanted to call you that before so why not? What are you up to, baby,” He asked, his words slurring together in a way that could only happen while under the influence.

“You’re high aren’t you,” You sighed. Of course, he was high. You should have known that from the get-go. Rafe Cameron wouldn’t have called you sober; he never even looked at you sober.

A brief silence hung over the line, Rafe’s heavy breathing being the only thing coming through the receiver. “Maybe a little. Had a rough day, so I went to see Barry and now I’m at Topper’s. Talking to you.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your features; a smile that was gone almost as soon as it came. You let your elbow fall from its position, your head falling back onto the pillow that was still warm from when you were asleep. “How sweet of you. What are you doing, anyways? Shouldn’t you be getting shitfaced and taking some innocent girl to bed?”

He let out an airy laugh before speaking. “The only one I’d like to take to bed is you, and we somehow always stop before it gets to that point. Anyways, it’s just me, Topper, and Kelce, and I started thinking about us in the back of my truck when we were outside. Before I knew what I was doing, you answered the phone.”

Your cheeks flared red as images of Rafe’s hands exploring your body flashed through your mind, the feeling of his ring on your skin igniting something inside of you. His mouth latching onto the sensitive spots of your neck as your moans filled his truck. You let your fingers ghost over your lips as if you could still feel his own on yours. More memories of him exploring your body in every way but the way you wanted him most were running through your mind. Every time you wanted to give in to him, give in to your urges, but you couldn’t.

“You know, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you and I hate it,” He started, his words still slow, “I hate it because you’ll never let me have you.”

“Rafe,” You groaned, running a hand over your tired face, “I don’t really feel like giving myself to someone who only talks to me when they’re drunk or high. Someone who would rather be caught dead than with a pouge.”

“You know it’s not like that, baby. It’s complicated,” He tried, and you could tell there was a hint of unfamiliar panic in his voice.

“It always is. Guess I’ll see or talk to you next time you get fucked up. Goodnight Rafe,” You whispered before hanging up on the boy, ignoring his desperate protests.

1:38 a.m.

You turned the shower water off before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor, water dripping from every part of your body. You chose to ignore the buzzing coming from your phone, moving to grab the towel hung on the back of your bathroom door. However, the buzzing started again as you were drying off your legs.

“Who the fuck,” You groaned as you wrapped the towel around your still wet body. ‘Stupid Kook’ was making a second appearance, much to your surprise. “Yes, Rafe?”

“What’s up your ass,” He laughed his infectious laugh. You could picture him throwing his head back and his glazed over eyes twinkling with amusement, something you had only seen when you found yourself admiring him from afar.

“Nothings up my ass. Just don’t know what your high ass wants this time.” You gripped your phone in your hand and started to walk back towards your room. Your parents had fallen asleep hours ago, so you had to make sure you were quiet. However, that deemed difficult in the darkest hours of the night in your already poorly lit house. You bumped your hip and stubbed your toe on just about anything that was out in the open. Once you were in your room, you hastily shut the door and flipped the light switch on.

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Where are you,” Rafe yelled, making you wince and pull the phone away from your ear.

“Jesus, dude. Calm down, I was walking back to my room,” You chastised, doing your best to hold your phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“What were you doing? I missed you,” He pouted.

You ignored the swelling you got in your heart and said, “I was leaving the bathroom. I just finished showering. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a shirt you had taken from JJ after you had thrown up over whatever you were wearing that night. Rafe began telling you what he was doing, which was quite literally nothing. However, he quickly dove into a spout of how you were naked and wet and how badly he wanted to see you without any clothes on. Your cheeks were burning as he went on and on about all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you. You let him ramble on a bit more as you turned the light off once you were clothed and ready for bed.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rafe,” You stopped him, pulling your blanket back so you could crawl in bed. “So, calling me two times within a week? You falling in love with me?”

It was so painfully obvious that it was a joke, but you could practically feel the tension radiating through your phone from Rafe’s end. His abrupt silence concerned you because this boy was far from silent when he was doped out.

“Maybe I am,” He finally got out, and you couldn’t detect any sarcasm in it.

“Sure you are,” You rolled your eyes, blaming exhaustion for briefly clouding your judgment, “If you were in love with me, you’d actually talk to me when you aren’t too fucked to remember your own name.”

You started picking at a loose thread on your blanket as you let your mind wander to what life would be life if you had an actual relationship with Rafe. Going to parties with him. Hanging around the Island Club with him and his friends. Him doing lines off your body before having his way with you.

“I will talk to you when I’m not high,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “If that’s what you really want.”

“I do,” You said way too quickly, “I mean, yeah sure. That would be nice, I guess.”

“Just text me and I’ll answer.” You couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped your lips, but you did try and hide it from Rafe. Your attempt was no good, though. “You’re tired, go to bed.”

“No, I’m fi-.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Rafe shouted over you, “Talk to you soon, baby.”

Rafe’s name popped up on your phone screen every few days after he had gotten drunk out of his mind or too high to do anything other than find your contact. You didn’t mind it at first, but after you had texted him during the day and those messages went unanswered, you grew hurt and annoyed. You had tried asking him why he wouldn’t respond, but he always found a way to change the subject. You wanted to ask him about it in person, but you hadn’t seen him in almost a month. You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t bother to pick up the phone when he was sober, but wasted no time in calling you as soon as he got his bump in.

One of the nights he called, you offered to have him come over because your parents were gone, but he said no. Made up some excuse about how he was staying with Topper for a while since Sarah cheated on him and he wanted to be there for his friend. You understood that, so you didn’t push him after that. Then, the next time you told him about a party everyone was going to and how you wanted to see him there. You even told him to bring the other two. That time he told you he was staying away from parties for a while, wanting to stay to himself for the most part due to the constant stress from his dad. You knew how Ward could be sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to believe him and move on from there.

You wanted to be mad to him for only acknowledging you when he was high, but you couldn’t be. You’ve always wanted to feel wanted by somebody, and he made you feel like that albeit only when he was far gone from reality. You could deal with it as long as you got to talk to him, no matter how insecure it made you. Well, you thought you could.

2:25

Your parents were gone for the night, so you opted to watch Marvel movies in the living room. You were so invested in watching Iron Man and shoving popcorn in your mouth that you didn’t feel your phone go off the first six times. Or the fifteen times after that. Not that you would have cared either way. You knew the only person it could be was the boy who never wanted you sober. The credits began rolling across the TV, so you finally decided to pick up your discarded phone. You were shocked to see Rafe had called you eight times and texted you thirteen. Overall, his texts said the same thing.

Why aren’t u answering me :(

Call me pls

I wanna talk to you baby

It was if he knew you were finally looking at your phone because his contact popped up not ten seconds later. You rolled your eyes, but reluctantly answered.

“Y/N! Where have you been,” He whined into the receiver, “I’ve been trying to call you for like two hours.”

“Watching movies,” Your words were sharp and short, not particularly wanting to talk to him right now. You’ve nearly reached your breaking point with him.

Rafe could immediately tell something was off with you by the way you sounded. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath in, setting your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table after you paused the end credit scene. You leaned forwards and planted your elbow on your knee as you held your head in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I’m just getting fed up with you only wanting to talk to me when you’re high or drunk,” You started, “I used to be fine with it because it once every couple of weeks, but now it’s almost every day and it’s annoying. You told me to text you when you’re sober, and I did, but you never responded. I try and offer to come over to you or have you come to me, but you always have an excuse. I know you want to be there for Topper and you don’t really want to be around anyone right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”

“Y/N, I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just-It’s complicated. Please understand that,” He was practically begging you to listen to him.

“Rafey, are you coming back to play beer pong with us,” A female voice suddenly cut through the sudden sound of music.

Your breathing stopped and your heart felt like it was being squeezed by Rafe’s own hand. A wave of heartbreak crashed over your entire body. “‘I just don’t want to be around anyone’ huh? Thought you were just spending time with Topper for a while? You know, if you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so,” You whimpered, hurt now mixing with your anger and annoyance.

“No, wait,” He tried, yelling at whoever came in the room to get out, “Y/N, please. It isn’t lik-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is like that, Rafe. It is exactly like that. You don’t want to see me, and that is fine. I get it. Why would you ever want to be seen with someone from the Cut? It doesn’t matter, though. Don’t call me anymore. You lied to me. That is not something that I can forgive,” Your tears were too strong to hold back now, “I don’t care for liars, Rafe Cameron, and you’re the biggest one of all.”

You quickly hung up and turned off your phone, throwing it towards the end of the couch so you weren’t tempted to grab it. You grabbed the large blanket from the back of the couch, picked another movie, and let your tears fall as it played in front of you.

“Honey,” Your moms gentle voice broke through, “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light shining through the giant window. The headache hit you like a ton of brinks, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Your mom was hovering over you, her hand on your shoulder and her soft eyes pretending to not notice how puffy your cheeks and red your eyes are.

“I guess so,” You mumbled, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, “I’ll go lay down in my room. I’m still tired.”

She gave you an understanding nod with a caring smile and helped you off the couch. Her hand lingered on your back as if she wanted to say something to you, but she decided to leave it alone for now. You would talk to her when you were ready, if you ever were. You gave her a thumbs up when she told you her and your father would be out again most of the day.

Your feet dragged as you stumbled back to your room, using the wall to keep you steady. You pushed the door open with your foot and gave your cat, who was laying on your bed as if she owned it, a stupid smile. You fell onto the bed and pulled her onto your chest as you turned your phone back on. You were scared to confront the actions from last night, but knowing Rafe, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to even send you a text about it. You were quickly proven wrong the moment your phone turned back on. The vibration from all of the texts, voicemails, and snapchats felt like it lasted for five straight minutes. Nearly all were from the boy you wanted nothing to do with. Although, you noticed a voicemail from Topper, who you forgot even had your number.

Um, hey its Topper. Look dude, I don’t know what happened, but Rafe is freaking out like a bitch right now. He keeps mumbling shit about how he fucked things up with, which I didn’t even know you two were a thing but whatever I don’t really care. He kicked everyone out of my house and has been calling and texting you for like thirty minutes straight now so please call him back, so he shuts the fuck up. If not for him, do it for my sanity before I kill him. Uh, yeah, thanks, bye.

You sighed deeply after the voicemail cut off, your heart rate increasing at the thought of Rafe being upset. If he was bad enough that Topper of all people called you, you knew it was bad. You wanted to not care because of how he made you feel, but you did. You’ve always cared about the blond boy more than you cared to admit. You finally decided to look at the messages he sent you.

Y/N pls call me back

I’m sorry its not what it looks like and I know that sounds stupid but its true

Pls talk to me. I need u to talk to me

I promise that I never wanted to hurt u ok???

I love you, Y/N. Please call me or I’m coming to your house tomorrow.

The world stopped spinning when you read the last message. You kept reading it over and over again as if you misread it the first time. Rafe had never been any kind of affectionate with you until he called you baby. Rafe Cameron was not someone known to get emotional, so you weren’t sure if you believed his words. He was a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted, so what was different now?

You heard a knock on the door followed by your moms muffled voice, but you were too focused on the situation in front of you to notice who it was. Your eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the three words you never thought anyone other than your family and friends would say to you. The world around you was fading away, your heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of your chest as tears slid down your still puffy cheeks. You weren’t going to let him do this to you. You weren’t going to let him toy with you anymore.

“Y/N,” A deep voice dragged you out of your subconscious.

Your eyes darted over to the door and saw the last person you wanted to see. Rafe was standing there, his eyes wide and blood shot and he looked like total shit. His hair was a wild mess, nothing like its usual tamed state. You met his gaze and you wished you hadn’t. One look from him and you were puddy in his hands. One look and every thought you had about never seeing him again flew out the window.

“Hey, can we talk,” He mumbled, his bright blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, you gave him a swift nod and gestured to the spot next to you on your bed. You leaned to the side and placed your cat on the ground, watching as she rubbed herself all over Rafe’s leg before scampering away. His walk to your bed was painfully slow, and you wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that was unreasonable.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Your voice was harsh, trying to ignore the urge to reach out to him. “What do you want to talk about? How you only use me for your own pleasure? How you only ever even look at me when you’re drunk or high? How you lied to me? Wanna talk about that?”

Your anger surprised even yourself. One second you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, but then the memory of how he treated you came back and flipped a switch in your brain. You don’t know how you feel and you hate it.

“I deserve every bit of your anger,” He breathed out, letting his hand fall dangerously close to your own, “But please let me explain everything to you, okay?”

“Fine,” You gave in, “Talk.”

“Yeah, thank you, okay. I really do want to talk to you when I’m not absolutely fucked, I do. I know that it doesn’t seem like that, but its true. I just, I can’t. Every time I look at you, think about you, I hear my dads voice screaming at me that I will never be good enough for anyone. I have this thought drilled into my head every day that no matter what I do, who I am, I am just never enough. To me, you’re no exception to that. In fact, you remind me even more. Wait no.”

Rafe rubbed both of his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, afraid that he’s already fucking this up. “Rafe,” You gently spoke up, turning to grab his hands from his face. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

His eyes met yours and you could see how strained he was. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes for you to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. “Okay, um, okay. To me, you are way too good for me, so the only time I feel comfortable talking to you is when I’m high. I’ve never had trouble talking to any girl before, but you’re more than that to me. You’re more than just some girl to me and it scares me, so I feel like I have to be, yanno, not me. When I talk to you. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted to be with someone in my life”

Your hand was still holding his as you let his words sink in. Him revealing how his dad truly made him feel made your heart ache for him. It made you want to grab him by the face and tell him how he is more than good enough. You wanted to let him in, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the risk that came along with it. You’re not sure if you want all the things that came with being with Rafe Cameron. He’s followed by hurt and lies, and you do feel guilty thinking that, but it’s been proven true countless times.

“Rafe, listen to me,” You began, moving so you were straddling him and holding his face in your hands. His hands immediately came to grip your hips, and you are well aware that this was a more than compromising situation. “I understand that your father is probably the worst person we both know, but that doesn’t excuse you lying to me. I don’t know if I can trust you, no matter how much I may want to.”

You watched as tears gather in his eyes, and he was doing his best to keep them at bay. He had never felt the way he feels about you before, and he’s more than aware that his reputation precedes him. He knows that he’s done nothing more than prove how untrusting he is to you, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from trying to prove to you that he means what he’s saying.

“I know that nothing I say will fix what I’ve already done. I know that, but I can show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me. We can go at your pace. Do things your way. Just, please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”

You’re searching for any detection of a lie in his eyes, in his voice, but you come up empty. You wipe away the stray tears that broke through his wall of protection. You hesitantly placed your forehead on his, and you could hear him take in a sharp breath at the connection. Your eyes fluttered closed, your nose brushing against his as you weighed all of your options.

“Did you mean what you to me? In your last text,” You whispered, too scared to open your eyes and look at him. “Do you actually love me?”

“More than you know,” His breath was hot against your chin, and he pulled you closer into him.

You decided to take a leap, dive into something that scared you more than anything. Your lips finally met his, and Rafe wasted no time in returning the feeling. Your hands fell from his cheeks and clasped each other behind his neck, while his hands stayed placed on your hips, too scared to push you too far. You deepened the passion filled kiss by pulling him closer to you and running your tongue across his bottom lip. Rafe’s lips moved in such a sensual way that you almost didn’t know how to react. It was much different from the lust filled kisses you’ve shared in the past. You started moving your hips on top of him, an action that had him gripping your hips tighter than before.

Y/N,” Rafe breathed out after he broke away from you, “If you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

i have not edited this so if you see a mistake lmk. love u

you haven't answered a few of my spoiler asks and ik it's because you said you won't answer questions if you don't know... so do you have any random spoilers that you do know that you can share with us? i'll take anything because wednesday is so far lol thank you :)

Hi! Yes, I’ve been letting a lot of asks go unanswered because I don’t know the answer to a lot of the things people are asking. But here are some spoiler tidbits, specifically about Nubsib and Gene’s backstory.

Nubsib was 6 when he met Gene. He was skipping piano lessons and hiding behind a tall fence, and Gene was sitting on the fence. Gene took him to play in the garden all day, then when Nubsib went home his mother scolded him. Gene cried and begged her not to scold him again, and then after that, they became friends.

They were so close that Gene would wake up and shower and then immediately go to Nubsib’s house.

Nubsib said that when they were kids Gene said he wanted to be Nubsib’s bride so he could live in his house.

Nubsib and Gene would have issues as kids because Nubsib’s mother preferred Gene over Nubsib. It’s not clear if Nubsib was jealous of Gene, or if he was possessive over him and didn’t want his mother doting on him.

Nubsib and Gene were separated because Nubsib was sent to study abroad. Gene was asked to drop Nubsib off at the airport by his mother but didn’t go because he was more occupied with his age-appropriate friends at that point. He’d also become distant with his family and rarely ever went home once he moved out to live in the dormitory at school.

Nubsib was Facebook stalking and saving a lot of pictures of Gene when he was 15 and living abroad, and Gene was 20 (in his third year of university). In an internal monologue, Nubsib admits that he’s been looking at pictures and reading stories about Gene for years.

Nubsib only came back from study abroad one year before the events of Lovely Writer.

The reason Gene didn’t initially recognize Nubsib is because Nubsib is using a different name at the request of his father. His family is very wealthy and they didn’t want him using their family name as an actor. Nubsib and his brother are also supposed to take over the family business as grown men, which is why they wanted the distinction between his entertainment surname and his real one.

Nubsib drives an Aston Martin Vantage and it’s the sleek sports car that he picks Gene up in when he’s drunk.

Nubsib’s family has many properties, houses, and condos all over the city.

Nubsib doesn’t like Gene calling him Nong and wants him to call him husband instead.

Tum does not have any idea about Nubsib’s obsessive love for Gene. He just knows his real personality.

Shoto Todoroki- Cold Feet, Hot Head

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE! (Assuming you want something off the prompt list )

As and ye shall receive and just to be cute I’ll have some cute nicknames for him.

So this might not be true to the plot or whatever to the anime or manga so literally just suspend your disbelief...please. Please remember if you request a character portrayed as a teenager, they will be written as being over the legal age limit (18 where I live) especially if you request something NSFW related.

I wanted to give this such a serious vibe.

LEGGO!

...

“I want you to meet my mother.”

You looked up in shock at his words. Todo wanted you to...meet his mother?

“Me?..M-meet your mom? So soon?” you stammered. “A-are you sure?” 

Yes, you had heard his story, how he got that burn mark of his face and while it infuriated you to know end, you knew that he wouldn’t want you to be. Sure it happened so long ago but was no excuse for harm. Especially on a boy no older than five. (or at least that’s how you felt.)

If he could forgive her, you could too....you guessed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he said in his usual collected voice. “I think there’s no time like the present.” he smiled, though there was a wavering uneasiness in his voice. You didn’t pry but you could tell that he was having trouble trying to sound convincing.

“...Okay.” you nodded. “Y-yeah let’s do it.” you tried to smile for him, to show him you were on board. You grabbed his hand reassuringly. “I know how to charm anybody.”

“Much like you’ve charmed me, Y/N.” he smiled, gently lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles. “What have I done to get so lucky to have met you?”

“I bumped into you in a hallway, my notebook fell open and you saw a diary entry where it explained my really stupid and embarrassing crush on you and when I tried to run away you followed me and-” you began, only to be cut off by him pecking you on the lips. “that happened...What were we talking about?” you asked.

“That’s what I thought.” he laughed, or at least his version of a laugh.

...

Now you were nervous. You had all weekend to prepare but in a way you were betting that jumping off a skyscraper was less panicky than this. Todoroki clutched your hand, seeing nervous as well.

The last thing he wanted to hear was that he had chosen poorly, not that it mattered to him, but even now all these years later, his mother’s opinion would mean everything to him.

“Sho...are you okay?” you raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?” you held onto his hand making him look down at you. You two were sitting next to each other in a local cafe. He had been eyeing his knuckles intensely, ike he couldn’t muster up the wits to look at the door for any sign of his mother.

“I’m okay, I’m just-” he cut himself off.

“Nervous?” you asked, making him nod. Well that sucked, you couldn’t be nervous at the same time he was! That’s a double nervous and that wouldn’t end well!

“Hey! No need to be nervous. I know how to make any adult love me.” you winked, hoping it would lift his spirits. “Plus, even if she didn’t..would that really stop us from being together?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Of course not.” he replied. He wouldn’t say that he prayed before he fell asleep the night before that his mother loved you as much as he did, but he had hoped, that her approval of you relationship would take your bond to the next level.

“Is that her?” You pointed to a white haired woman walking through the doors, smiling at the barista as she passed. 

Shoto followed your eyes, his back becoming stiff as he mumbled a quick ‘yes.’

He got up and walked over to the woman and quite awkwardly gave her a hug. You pretended to be interested in a menu. You buried your nose in the menu, feeling your heart about to burst from your chest and scream “FREEEDOOMM”

You felt your boyfriend’s presence next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“Um...Mother..This is the love of my life, Y/N.”

You lowered your menu and gazed into the silver haired woman’s eyes. You studied her face and couldn’t read it well. She didn’t speak for a bit but a smile spread on her face suddenly.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll go order for us.” 

That little sneak! You stared at him in horror, as if to ask what the hell he ahd up his sleeve. He got up and walked over to the counter, standing in line.

You turned towards his mother, there was a twinkle in her eyes.

“So you’re the lovely Y/N I’ve been hearing about?” she leaned her elbows on the table. “My Shoto said you were beautiful but I didn’t expect you to be so-” she stopped herself from speaking. “So stunning.”

“Really? He said that about me?” you asked, turned your head to see him staring intently at the menu.

“He’s told me many things about you, including his future plans.” she replied. “You make my son very happy, do you know that?”

“The feeling’s mutual. He makes me really happy too.” you smiled. “He’s made my life an adventure, that’s for sure.” you stared down at your fingers. 

“Do you love him?” she asked, making you look up. Her face had gone serious. “Because I’m sure that he loves you.”

“...If I were to name all the reasons I love your son, I think I’d bore you to sleep.” you chuckled. 

“Then I adore you already.” she grabbed your hand which you hadn’t realized was shaking. “I’m sure you’re the first to break that shell of his in a while.”

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to say anything that could set apart the mood.

“Your silence tells me that you know what happened all those years ago? I was in a horrible place at that time.” she looked down. “I hated myself for doing what I did. I would never intentionally harm my son for any reason. I was broken and so deep in my own hatred of that monster that-”

“You snapped.” you finished, causing her to nod sadly. “I know the feeling.”

“How can you say that-”

“Your son and I have a lot more in common than you think.” you smiled sadly. “I won’t bore you with the details.”

“You know when he was walking with me to the table, he looked at you as if you were his word?” she commented. “As if he would give up anything and everything for you.”

“How do you-”

“I’m a mother...I know these things.” she giggled. You looked at your boyfriend who was now the front in line, ordering for all three of you.

“He’s my world too.” you finally said. “Thanks for...y’know approving of me Miss.-”

“Rei, call me Rei.” she cut you off. 

You were about to speak again when you saw a plate of your favorite food be set down in front of you. 

“Sorry it took so long.” he sat down with his and his mothers plates as well.

“We don’t mind, we were just talking.” Rei looked at her son. “You sure roped in a good one...I’d keep her if I were you.” she smiled. “I can tell she makes you happy.”

“Trust me..I plan of keeping her near me for as long as possible.”

“Good, I know you make her happy too..so you two better take care of eachother. The world needs to see what a beautiful couple you two make.”

Todoroki sighed with relief, knowing his mother has showed her approval made him happy.

“See, I told you this would go well, IcyHot.” you kissed his cheek.

“Must you call me that?” Todoroki turned red, looking embarrassed. “You know how i feel about that name.”

“Icyhot?” his mother repeated a smile teasing her face. “Is that some kind of nickname?”

“He hates when I call him that but that’s exactly why I do it.” you laughed. 

“Any other names I should know about?” Rei asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Freezer Burn.” you instantly said. “He hates that one too. Half and Half, red velvet cake, half old man...”

“Frost-Fire?” she suddenly said, making you burst out laughing.

“Oh that’s a good one! Can I use that one??”

Todoroki smiled as his two favorite women in the world laughed together even if ti was to make fun of him, it made him pat the tiny black box in his pocket with determination and anticipation. He knew he was ready now and he couldn’t wait to see your face when he asked you the question that’s been on his mind since he first told you he loved you.

(I feel like I left so many questions  unanswered...OH WELL *RUNS AWAY DABBING* )

Hospital Playlist

What can I say? Boy, do I love this series! It’s not a common doctor series. Yes, we see them interact with patients but these interactions are just part of what they do. This series is about the relationships in this hospital, specially the relationship between the five friends: Lee Ik Soon, Ahn Jeong Won, Kim Joon Wan, Yang  Seok Hyeong, and Chae Song Hwa. They are so different and the way they complement each other is just so beautiful to watch.

These 5 have been friends for years. Ahn Jeong Won and Yang Seok Hyeong have been friends since childhood. The same can be said of Kim Joon Wan and Lee Ik Soon. One day, while they are in their college years, the 5 of them hide at some sort of garage and that’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship. . . 

Lee Ik Soon is a single father, who adores his son. He is great at his job and he is a charmer, caring, funny, hard working. . . you name it. 

Ahn Jeong Won comes from a family where all his 4 older siblings are priests and nuns. He wants to become a priest but he is a passionate pediatrician and one of the best in his field. He has no girlfriend, although his mother keeps asking him to forget about becoming a priest and get married.

Kim Joon Wan is a cardiologist and one of the best too, but sometimes he doesn’t have the human touch when talking to people. He is in love with Lee Ik Joon, his friends younger sister. 

Yang Seok Hyeong is a gynecologist. His parents don’t live together but his mother won’t give his father a divorce. Seok Hyeong is divorced and lives on his own, always taking care of his mother.

Chae Song Hwa is the only girl in the group. She is a neurosurgeon and is great at what she does. She breaks up with her boyfriend but keeps on.

When Ahn Jeong Won’s father (owner of the hospital where they all work at) passes away, Jeong Won agrees to bring into the VIP section of the hospital the best doctors. He asks his friends to take on this addition to their positions in their departments. With tempting incentives he gets most onboard but in order to get Seok Hyeong to agree, they all have to agree to get their band together again. So this group of friends make sure to make time in the weekend to practice and play music together.

This series is about the every day situations, the every day life. Watching these people make decisions, hesitate, interact with family, friends and peers. . . it just made it real to me. I loved everything about it. So, when I reached the last episode and I was left hanging I almost cried. I want to know what happens to these characters next. There were still too many questions unanswered. 

I read an article that said that there will be a second season with the same cast. I hope it’s true because even though I’m no fan of series with more than one season, I would definitely watch this one. 

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Chapter Fourteen (FMITN Book 1)

Days turned into weeks and as promised Finn had Jessica meet Bayley who as she was warned was definitely a hugger. The two became friends as was expected. However when it came time for her to meet Ricochet, she was extremely on edge and graude. She was poliety but not overly so and she seemed as though she wanted nothing to do with him. Finn tried asking her why and all he got was a whimper. One night he did what he shouldn’t and entered her mind once more. 

“Little gem, why do you fear Ricochet?” Balor asked trying to get the information so he could right the situation. A whimpering Jessica looked at Balor and sighed sadly.

“He’ll turn out like Jack, won’t he? I’m scared of what will happen if I let him close I don’t want to be hurt.” Another soft whimper left her lips and Balor sighed. He should have known it would be a fear like that.

“I promise you little gem, Ricochet is NOTHING like Jack, he has been nothing but loyal to me for far too long, his body is that of an 18 year old just like Bayley’s but their demons are much older just like myself. I swear to you he nothing like Jack.” Balor cooed and tried to relax Jessica.  Nodding she gave her word to try and trust Ricochet, and with that the connection was broken.

The next morning true to her word Jess tried hard to not think of Ricochet as dangerous, and they began to get along. Finn and Balor were both relieved and at these events as was Ricochet, and Bayley...well she was always happy. 

The month passed it was now March and the guys were home, they celebrated though late Jessica’s acception into AMU and were home for a whole month before they had to leave this time. During that time Balor returned to the underworld, and Bayley and Ricochet stayed behind to watch over and get close with Jessica. Her presents alone drew creatures and beings to her, and personality soothed most and her kind heart was something even demons were jealous of. Throughout all the bullshit life had dealt her she always showed strength,positivity and true kindness. Though Bayle and Ricochet weren’t sure why Balor wanted her protected, she was just a werewolf to them, they’d fulfill the mission given to them. April came and the guys once again had to leave, graduation was in June and though they were supposed to be gone until July they promised to try and be there for her graduation. She knew a promise was as good as she’d get and she understood they had to be gone. She once again hugged her brothers and went about normal life. Working out, going to school, dance, in ring work, homework, and every full moon shifting and going running. In fact most shifts now the demons, Balor, Bayley, and Ricochet all challenged her to races, which she almost always won.

Graduation was 3 days away, and Jessica was freaking out, no not because her brothers more than likely wouldn’t be there, hell if she thought they would be, she’d be in full blown panic mode! Stupid great grades, early college acceptions, extracurricular actives, stupid everything, if she knew she’d be Valedictorian she would have tried to suck at everything. Giving a speech in front of the whole class, their parents, and the teachers, she felt sick. She ran downstairs in hope of finding any of the demons that currently could be at the house only to find no one. She screamed and huffed. This was unfair! Any time she didn’t need them they were there now though now she needed someone and no one, what the flying fuck! Giving up she grabbed a soda from the fridge and heads back to her room locking the door, blasting her music, and sitting at her desk trying to figure out how to write this speech.

Hours pass and Finn finally gets back to the Hardys’ home, you’d the underworld could handle his absent, but no everything falls to shit without him there and then he has to play clean up crew. Grumbling as he enters the home he can hear the loud music coming from Jessica’s room, looking around he notes that Bayley nor Ricochet can be found and he’s hoping they are in her room or else there will be some other kind of hell to pay. Knowing she won’t hear him knocking  he just opens the door and looks around not seeing his demons and growls. When he notices Jessica’s defeated form. Putting finding the idiot demons aside for now he turns down her music and wraps an arm around her.

“What’s the matter little gem?”

Jessica’s head snaps up looking at Finn, her red, puffy eyes, and what seems like thousands for balled up pieces of paper all picking one up and he began to read it over. Seeing she was trying to write some kind of speech ...speech, shit she’s the Valedictorian, and has to give a speech to everyone in three days at graduation, had she not written it yet? “Mo ghem beag (my little gem) have you not written your graduation speech is that what all this is?” Nodding her head she looks up at Finn, her eyes showing fear, panic, uncertainty, and most of all hesitation. In a soft whisper Jessica answers.

“I never wanted to do this, I can’t do this. Please Balor, don’t make me?” She never referred to Finn as Balor. Yes she accepted the fact that Balor was apart of Finn but she never purposeful spoke his name, he could hear Balor in his mind telling him to let him out, let me face to face with his rare gem, and as much as Finn would normally just give in, he just could not this time. Holding Jessica tight Finn sighed. 

“Little gem this is easy, we can do it together. I’ll write what you want to say, then we can pratice together so you’ll be ready? Okay?” Jessica frowned .

“Fuck, dit is zo stom! Waarom moet ik dit doen? Ik had het niet eerlijk moeten doen! Ik mis Aleister! (Dutch: Fuck, this is so stupid! Why do I have to do this? I shouldn't have to its not fair! I miss Alesiter!)” She fidgeted with her necklace pendant, sliding it back and forth on the chain, as she had done many times when thinking about Aleister. First of all Finn had no idea Jessica could speak practically perfect Dutch, second he didn’t know who this Alesiter was that Jess missed so much, this wasn’t the first time in the year and half he’d be around that she’d mentioned him and how much she missed him. They way she spoke was heartbreaking and once again, tonight Balor would be paying a visit to her memories to figure out who he is and what happened. Jessica was like a sister to him and if Balor had his way she’d be in his life always as his sister. 

Bowing her head Jessica apologize.

“Het spijt me dat ik zo niet had moeten schreeuwen. Het is acht jaar geleden dat ik hem voor het laatst heb gezien. Het doet elke dag pijn. Ik was zo jong maar ik denk dat ik echt van hem hield. (Dutch: I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled like that. Its been eight years since I've last seen him. It hurts everyday. I was so young but I think, I really did love him in away.) My mama mentioned that our ancestors had true soulmates, and sometimes I wonder if he was mine. We were so young though and when daddy said they could no longer visit, I was destroyed, heartbroken, we kept in touch for awhile, letters and phone calls, but then the phone calls stopped and went unanswered, and soon after the letters stopped as well. Maybe I’m wrong maybe we never meant anything to each other, but if that were true, why does it still hurt much to think of him all these years later?” With each word Jess grew quiet as tears sprang to her eyes.  Finn pulled Jessica close and placed a soft kiss to her temple. He wasn’t really sure how to handle this, after all he and Balor normally killed people, they did not comfort. That night Finn and Jessica talked about what she wanted to say in her graduation speech and finally were able to come up with one.

HOW I RUN RUIN MY BLOGS

Eliza Central Standard Time Zone

SPEED : Wow getting into the thick of things I see.  When the blogs are running on full force it’s typically 3-4 weeks. Keep in mind I’ve been running on semi-hiatus since late last summer due to life events and my replies have been 2-3 months out at low points. With that being said, I hope to return soon enough to being fully functional. 

REPLIES :   At times I crack down on myself and take them in order of when the replies came in. While other times I get stuck in a certain muse and just write out their replies if things are really flowing. I fully admit sometimes I become invested in a certain thread and it takes priority. I know this doesn’t sit well with some which is why I’ve included it in my rules. 

STARTERS :   Closed starters are what you will mostly find from me. Only because I’ve not had much success in the past with open starters. So many have sat unanswered only to be lost on my blog.  I’m a plotter even if it’s only minimal; so it just serves me better to write out a starter for particular muses. With that being said, I will answer open starters of mutuals.

INBOX :  Yes, I have one and it’s always open. One of the things I miss about the RPG is anon Wed. I love anons...like just antagonize the hell out my muses please or whisper sweet nothings in their ear. They eat up the attention. In turn, I also love to send things and stir the pot. Please let me know if it’s ever too much. I’ll totally dial it back for your comfort level.  Something also you should know about me: I’m Eliza Breaker of Chains. I had a rather bad experience as a kid with a chain letter which left a bad taste in my mouth.  So don’t take it personally that I never tag anyone in these type of memes or return the kind sentiment of the chain asks. I never want to pressure anyone to do anything. 

SELECTIVITY :  I’m not overly selective but do look for certain criteria to be met. You must have a rules page and be over 18, preferably 21. With that being said I’ve not followed back some amazing writers because their rules page is too indulgent and nitpicky.  At any given time I’m writing with over a dozen mutuals and there is no way I’m going to refer to a rules page with each interaction to make sure I’m not breaking some cardinal rule. Another thing I take into consideration is reply lengths. If I stumble onto a blog and it’s a bunch of one or two liners it’s an automatic pass.  I fully admit if you’d like more interaction with me it’s best to come at me in IM or Disco. 

WISHLIST :   This is my wishlist for all muses. If it’s posted here I’m interested in writing it out. If you have a muse in mind please share it otherwise I’m happy to pick. 

HONEST NOTE : I’m constantly in wonderment of the kind and creative people I’ve managed to fall into on this platform. It’s been an absolute blessing to have the ability to write and create worlds with you all. I know I’ve not been the best mutual in the last several months with my response time but have had nothing but support from everyone. Thank you so much for everything!!

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The more i know...the less i wanna write...cause here i am with answers to offer you...but... Knowing all this leaves ME with more questions...that will remain unanswered. This blog wasnt intended to spill out secrets... If you remember, it was initially a blog for both of us to share things we loved...or would love...we used to share artwork on this blog...but now its to express my emotions and...of my love for you...that never really went away but grew stronger.... But its a bleeding heart...and its rare...and i want it to heal....cause idk what we are...i dont even know if you think of me as a friend.... Granted, i blocked you on fb...but it was because it hurt to see you surround yourself by people (yep, plural...)that tell you one thing but tell me another...there are some genuine keepers there but a couple just...talk to you to gossip and not to listen to you.... I know im your friend: *i* will always hold dear memories of you and i will *always* be here if you need me...be it 3 months or 3 years from now if you need someone...no matter how long we havent talked...i will be here to lend a hand or we can just be quiet together cause....sometimes there are just no words... One of the things i learned was that...just spending quiet time with you...was enough...the silence used to make me uncomfortable...but you were around and you didnt shut me out...and you just needed silence at the time....as long as i could just hold you tighter when your words were failing you and you were pushing away more....from depression....i just wanna hold you tighter and kiss your forehead...and rub your upperback underneath your tshirt....no word uttered... But with that being said...i dont know what i am to you...its been unclewr for the past 6 months...a friend ig, a friend in rl, an ex gf, someone you care about, someone you dont wanna care about... Ik youre depressed but...its no excuse to treat anyone this way...i just wish i knew...just one thing... I know youre depressed but some...clarity would be nice...to help someone move forward....but sometimes i think you dont want me to move forward....idk...i dont know.... I just wish i knew if you care for me at all... Its easier to believe the "rumors" of people telling me you wished i was gone or would fuck off...but youve done your own share of hanging out with me...and youve done your own share of protecting me too... I just...want clarity...even the words..."i dont know how i feel cause i cant connect to you emotionally cause i cwnt even connect to mine" would help....that ring a bell? Yep...its...the reason why we broke up...that was the reason...im just wondering if thats really why we broke up anymore....or if it was me... I feel hated....with what everyones telling me about what you said...BUT when you interact with me...its so different from how you interact with others...we have genuine talks...no meme talks....god knows ive learned enough memes from connor...but we have conversations like we used to when we would just lay down next to eqch other in bed....not even conversations youve had with others... you still tell me your fears...and stuff youve improved on...and trust me that was difficult for you to express 6 months ago...you still open up to me cody... So i see wjhat people say....but how you act...i see you want distqnce feom me...but i see you gravitate towards me...and open up to me naturqlly.... your actions show me you care and dont want to see me hurt...if you mqde me guess...id say youre guarded...imo lies spread faster than the truth so...i believe we still care for each other....maybe i dont need an answer as to if you still love me always...ik we're gonna be good friends...we've been friends for YEARS...we're gonna be friends for a lifetime....but sometimes a girl needs to know if you CARE Cause you brought up children and weddings and...i was more than willing to move to the east coast...we talked about living in buffalo, what we would want for our children, when we would have children, ...we touched a lot of subjects...i just need to know if im that girl anymore...i dont thimk youve wver gone this serious with anyone else...you wont have the answers now...but one day i hope you get clarity...you sift through ut qll and see the grnuinr truth behind all i did... But my heart will need a break...from its heart strings being tugged one too many times from people who chose to...involve themselves or...feom you...from pushing me away and pulling me back...im not saying this was one sided...god knows i had my own issues leaving...mqinly because i wanted to know youre ok.... But i will always wonder...if you still love me...and care for me like thqt night you visiter in PA...that hug you gave me when i got off the bus...i just keep remembering how you couldnt believe it was happening....and your hands were trembling... I cant ask this of you when youre trying to find yourself....but i hope, if its in the cards, that you come back to me....when youve straightened up...no more mind games....to talk...and get clarity... I wouldve loved to be on this journey with you but...with the lifestyle you had back in VA...YOU need more control of your life... I feel like you thought i was controlling because you projectee your home life to me...i never told you to tqke medicine cody...in fact i didnt give you an answer at all...i simply said id stand by your decision... I made you pick up old habits (drums, keyboard, editing, reconnecting with old friends) but....cody dont hate me for that...yknow it was at your best interest.... So yes i feel as if you are projecting your home life (your mom.wnd sis told you to tqke meds and theyre always on you about cleaning up) to me...its convenient...but thats not the truth...i think we both remember the last week of our break up VERY differently... I remember you throwing up constqntly....me worried sick about you not eating but constantly throwing up...having chest pain...neck pain...just a lot of pain....if that week was torture for you...it was hell for me...cause im here helpless and i cant do shit.... Ik i wasnt personally experiencing all that but...i love you so much that distance had nothing to dull the pain away. I didnt like seeing you under wo much pain and stress. If you know me at all, ill blame myself for it. I didnt wanna see you hurting...i couldnt stand it...im a fucking medical field for christ sake...i dont wanna see you hurt...physically or emotionally...or mentally... Its why all i wanna do here on out...is take your shoes and socks off when you get home...you know why...i meant it when i said i would.... But thats...what i wish i had answers to...but i wont expect too much...if i cant get answers now...or ever...sigh... Right now i just...want us to get better...yes, us. Im not perfect cody. I need to improve as well. Hope you eat your 3 meals little dipper...i told you how depression affects your hormones and you dont think youre hungry....and thatll in turn affect your sleep schedule...im not controlling...i care. Take cwre of your body. Feed it properly. Itll help you mentally at the same time.