#does it encourage the idea that passing is necessary?

[elis-corner]

can i just say that illi doesn’t always need to be a perfectly passing trans woman

[kiyinian]

Part two

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Ex-husband Simon who: Always does the month's grocery shopping with you, always coming up with lame excuses to spend more time with you. Always encourages your children to eat a lot, sometimes even more than they should, just to make sure the food runs out quickly and that you call him to help with the groceries.

Ex-husband Simon who: Never stopped wearing his wedding ring, even though you no longer wore yours. For him, you would always be his wife, no matter what, even if you refused to wear your wedding ring again.

Ex-husband Simon who: Is very attentive to the children, always picks them up from school when you can't, who takes them out every weekend, and on vacation, takes them on trips. And of course, always thinking about spending more time with you.

Ex-husband Simon who: Knows that divorce means divorce, but can't stop giving you Valentine's Day presents every year, even if you reject being his Valentine once again.

Ex-husband Simon who: Is always available when you need him, if something has broken in the house? Don't hesitate to call him. Need to buy something? Ask him and he'll sort it out. Want a shoulder to cry on? He'll be there for you.

Ex-husband Simon who: Always pays for things for you, especially when you go out with the children. He refuses to let you pay a single penny when he's around, even though he knows you have enough money to pay for whatever you want. Just as he won't stop sending you money, even if you work.

Ex-husband Simon who: Even though you live in separate houses, he always goes to the house where you and the children are living, the usual excuse being that he was passing by, so he decided to go and see the children. And you, too.

Ex-husband Simon who: Knows it's wrong to manipulate children like this, but he induces the little ones to dislike any other man you introduce to them. No matter how good your new romantic interest is, Simon can't stand the idea of you having someone else by your side. And the children think so too.

Ex-husband Simon who: Is happy when he hears that you haven't met anyone since you split up, that no other man had caught your eye. And he could only feel the relief and hope that this brought him.

Ex-husband Simon who: Tries to win you over again, always giving you presents, calling you to dinner, being the exemplary husband you needed. All the effort that was thrown away every time you denied him, he left with a heavy heart, but destined to try as many times as necessary. There was no other person who was like you, you were the only one for him.

Ex-husband Simon who: Almost felt his heart drop out of his mouth when he saw you all dressed up for your son's second birthday, you'd only prepared a small party, no big deal. But the sight of you was still breathtaking, even more so when you smiled so sweetly. He didn't take his eyes off you once that evening.

Ex-husband Simon who: Didn't hesitate to accept when you asked to spend the night with him, after the children were asleep. And you would have time alone after a long time apart.

Ex-husband Simon who: Made love to you as if it were the last time. He caressed every part of your body, made you feel butterflies in your stomach with every kiss he gave you. He pounded into you like a maniac, as if it were his last day on earth, telling you he loved you, calling you the nicknames he knew would make you weak in the knees. He made you see stars that night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Felt heartbroken when you said that everything that had happened was a mistake, and that it was a moment of weakness. It shouldn't have happened, that's what you said, but it all seemed so right to him.

Ex-husband Simon who: Didn't understand why you were distancing yourself from him after the night you shared together, that he felt he had done something wrong to you. Who didn't understand your nervousness, the way you stuttered and fidgeted next to him, he just thought he'd done something wrong and you were angry.

Ex-husband Simon who: Had no idea that you were actually nervous not because of some action of his, but because you didn't know how to break the news to him that you were pregnant, that your evening had resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. You were carrying twins.

Ex-husband Simon who: Almost fainted when you broke the news to him, he didn't know whether to cry with relief or joy. But in any case, he was sure that he would go through hell to get you back, he was going to do everything possible and impossible to make his family what it was before.

[kurooh]

☆ ， SATIVA ! — takami keigo, todoroki toya

⊹₊˚. a simple sesh with your two closest friends in the league of villains—hawks & dabi—quickly turns into something else once you start smoking too.

word count ★ 4.4k

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, smoking weed, mfm threesome, very subtle dabihawks, unprotected sex, oral [f&m giving/receiving], creampies, hawks has a crush on you, wing play, spitroast, squirting, hawks is a lil submissive

xoxo, juno ★ created because of this ask! i had so much fun writing & i spent forever trying to do this idea justice and i seriously hope i did. first ever ‘long’ fic so i pray this doesn’t flop hahaha please give me some feedback and rb/comment if you liked it <33

the sun sinks low in the sky, peeking over the horizon and casting orange rays of light through the torn curtains hanging over the hallway windows. finally being off the clock and done with patrols is always rewarding in its own way, but this is different — you’ve been invited to hang out in one of the more private rooms in the villa.

dabi and hawks had always proved to be an interesting duo: one a hero, the other a villain. as if their positions in society weren’t enough to stop them from becoming friends of some kind, they shared very different interests, tastes, and quirks.

however, the only thing they could seem to agree on was you — the three of you were inseparable, spending time together often, despite having very opposite personalities.

“hawks?” your voice is hushed, awkward as you push open a dusty door, unsure of its location. “dabi? you guys are in here, right? you better not be fucking with—”

“oh relax.”

“we’re right here, dove,” hawks’ sugary sweet voice draws a loud gag from dabi, mustered from the very depths of his soul.

you huff, stepping in and slamming the door.

“it stinks in here, what the hell is that?”

“lock the door,” dabi vaguely gestures behind you, lifting one of his legs over the other as he leans against the bottom of the beat up couch. in his lap sits a copy of the hardcover hawks can’t seem to stop reading, the meta liberation army book. his darkened fingers carefully sprinkle a smelly substance into a rolling paper, and his eyebrows furrow as he focuses.

hawks sees the confusion on your face. “dabi’s making magic over there.”

“you owe me, hawks. damn fiend.”

“i am not a fiend!” the blonde snaps his head to the side, crossing his legs tightly. “you suggested it and i agreed. i’ll chip in for your efforts, though.”

dabi cackles, sealing his creation with a delicate swipe of his tongue against the paper. vermillion wings ruffle in shameless interest, gold eyes locked onto dabi’s hands. not wanting to be the only one standing, you take a seat on the old couch, both of them on either side on the floor below you.

with no encouragement necessary, dabi pushes what looks like a thick cigarette between his lips and lifts a finger to light it.

“what is that?” you ask curiously, gesturing towards his lips.

“‘s a joint,” he mumbles in reply, lighting the end of it with a small blue flame.

“don’t disintegrate it now, dabi.”

“fuck off, bird brain. as if i can’t control my quirk.”

dabi inhales deeply, taking a long drag on the joint before pulling it from his lips and passing it to the man on the other side of you. curiously, you watch as hawks takes a small inhale, then hands it back to dabi.

“pacing yourself this time? that’s new for you.” dabi remarks, sharp teeth gleaming as he smiles. hawks scoffs, staying quiet although he looks away awkwardly.

“you know what weed does?” dabi rolls the joint back and forth between his lips, looking up at you from his spot on the floor.

“i-i’m not sure, i’ve never tried it before,” your voice falters and you clear your throat, fidgeting with your fingers. “what does it do?”

“it’ll get you high,” hawks offers simply.

“it does way more than that,“ dabi shoots him a glare and shakes his head. “it’s relaxing. it’ll make you feel different, in a good way.”

he turns to the side and exhales smoke, then offers you the joint. “come on, princess,” you’re watching the wisps of smoke dissipate in the air behind him before your attention snaps back to dabi. “i, for one, think you’ll come to like it.”

“aw, don’t pressure her, dabi.” hawks takes the joint from dabi with a mild glare, and shakes his head as he slips it between his lips. crimson wings flutter as he takes a deep, long hit and fills his lungs with smoke. dabi watches with a smirk, unable to hold in his laughter when his body trembles and he starts to cough, spewing smoke from his nose and mouth.

“you’re only talking like that cause you’re not all that experienced either,” he scoffs, reaching to the side to grab a bottle of water, then tosses it to the other side of the couch.

tears from the intense coughing cascade down hawks’ flushed face as he sucks down the water, clearly embarrassed. truthfully, he’d been trying to show off a little, as well as unwind from a long day.

you take the joint from hawks before he drops it onto the carpet, then you hand it back to dabi, who shrugs. “if you really don’t want to, that’s fine, doll.”

you’re nervous, heart racing at the prospect of smoking with them. drinking liquor was always rare for you, and even when you did, you didn’t get anything more than tipsy. oftentimes you’d be wrangling hawks out of the sky and reminding him that smashing into a building while flying drunk would be a very bad look for him as a hero. he never seemed to care, though, and dabi didn’t either; he’d be equally drunk but less stupid, standing behind you and just laughing.

what if you took too much? what would you say? more importantly, what would you do?

dabi’s husky voice snaps you out of your thoughts. he offers you a smile full of faux sympathy, eyes pink and just a little shiny from the high.

“you’re just missing out.”

missing out? something about his words makes you squirm, thighs clenching. if you were to say no and leave, you’d miss seeing these two high. drunk was one thing, but high was another; you’d heard a few stories, here and there, about what weed could do. in most cases, people tend to stay the same as they usually are, although they may become a little more giggly. occasionally, weed could cause serious arousal. not to mention the date for the paranormal liberation war: it’s coming up, and hawks’ fate has been weighing heavily on your mind.

the definition of magnetic, you weren’t the first to gravitate to him; but you definitely ended up being one of the only people he actually spent the most time with. well, and dabi. closer than most friends, neither of you could even think about pulling away: what if this was one of the last times you could spend time together?

part of you feels like you’ll regret this, but you bite the bullet anyway, stammering, “uh, okay. yeah, i’ll try it.”

proudly, dabi scoots closer and hands you the joint. the smell is strong, and your nose crinkles as you lift it to your lips.

“be careful, you have to inhale a certain way—”hawks starts to say, seemingly recovered from his coughing fit, but dabi rolls his eyes at the hero’s concern. he fake gags once again, then sets his rough palm on your knee, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the hero.

“i’ll show you how, doll. i taught this dumbass but clearly he does indeed have a bird brain.”

“fuck off,” hawks grunts, leaning over to hit him lightly with a wing before slouching back to watch, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“bring it to your lips—right, just like that. so, you’ll need to inhale slowly because the smoke can be a bit overwhelming at first..”

you follow dabi’s instructions, closing your eyes as you take the smoke into your mouth, letting it pass through your windpipe and coil in your lungs for a moment.

“wait a second, then slowly blow it out through your mouth.”

your eyes open, and you look at the tendrils dissipating in front of you. beside you, hawks offers the half full bottle of water.

“good girl,” dabi chuckles, leaning his head back against the edge of the couch. dark, spiky hair sticks out in all directions, and hooded turquoise eyes observe you thoughtfully. “you’ll want to repeat that a few more times, alright? make sure you stop when you’re feeling it, it kicks in pretty quickly. don’t wanna overdo it, you’ll end up puking. i’m sure hawks can tell you all about that, huh?”

“dabi, seriously!” the vomiter in question whines, feathers puffing out as his blush darkens. “she doesn’t need to know about all that shit.”

it starts as a giggle, slips from your lips before you can stop it. then it’s a few, all at once. before you know it, you’re curling up and laughing so hard tears run down your face. from the corner of your eye, you notice hawks’ bewildered stare, which only makes you laugh harder.

“she’s definitely high,” dabi clicks his tongue, finding it difficult not to join in with you. hawks continues to stare, shifting in his spot on the floor as he takes in your laughter and smiling face.

maybe it’s the haze that’s taken over your brain, or the fog that’s settled in every corner of your body, but you find yourself slowly coming down from all the laughter, sliding down to the floor between them, joint between your fingers.

“you alright?” dabi pulls the joint from your grasp, sticks it into a nearby ashtray.

“my throat’s a little dry,” you rasp, overwhelmed by all the new sensations.

again, hawks hands you the water bottle, but this time he presses it into your hand. rather abruptly, you twist to the side and lean in, kissing dabi.

he makes absolutely no effort to stop you, parting his lips and letting your impatient tongue into his mouth while his rough hands wander beneath the hem of your shirt, palms dragging against your skin and only moving higher.

by the time you’re pulling away to breathe, he’s panting, eyes cast downwards at the carpet; just before his eyes meet yours, he remembers that the two of you aren’t alone.

heavy wings rustle behind you, the noise likely unintentional. when you turn back, hawks is watching, still cross-legged but now shamelessly pitching a tent in his pants.

”hawks,” you pant, body burning hot. eagerly, you beckon him over; there’s no hesitation crossing over his face when he slides towards you, squishing you between himself and dabi.

dabi watches quietly as you pull the hero into a kiss by the chin, insistent and everything but gentle. you’ve got him breathless against your lips, his wheezes pitched and clearly overwhelmed.

“alright, princess,” dabi scoffs, tugging you off the hero by your shirt and into his lap. “that’s not fair.”

he feels like he’s melting a little when your face falls, your expression becoming pathetic and sad in a way that’s utterly filthy.

“but, i-i want both of you.”

the two men look towards each other, sharing an unreadable look. hawks swallows nervously, “at the same time?”

“same hole?” dabi jokes, eyebrows shooting up when you nod to both of their questions. “well, shit. you heard her, bird brain.”

“on the couch,” hawks murmurs, patting a worn out cushion. on trembling legs, you stand and take a seat.

“nuh uh, on your knees,” dabi grunts, pushing you into position and settling behind your clothed ass.

meanwhile, hawks sits in front of you and pulls his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers. the outline of his thick cock is obvious, as is the shift of his hips as he awaits your touch.

saliva pools inside your mouth at the thought of having his cock down your throat, stretching it out and filling it up.

“off,” one simple word and his whole lower half is already fully naked.

“suck him off,” dabi’s arms wrap around your waist as he unbuttons your shorts and yanks them down to your knees. “and don’t you dare stop, or i will too.”

hawks guides his cock into your mouth, rising to his knees and cupping the back of your head. his face crumbles in pleasure, and he’s only pushing past your lips. “oh my god— fuck, your mouth’s perfect.”

his wings spread out behind him, crimson feathers quivering out of his control. “show off,” dabi mutters, pulling your panties down next. he watches your cunt closely, glossy strings of wetness stretching as your panties slide down your thighs.

“so fucking pretty, christ.” your pussy clenches from his words, his hot breath fanning over you and only adding to your anticipation. hawks stares, gold eyes honing in on rough hands and the way they grasp your plush skin.

“deeper,” hawks murmurs, head falling back as he pushes your head down further.

at the same time, dabi experimentally licks a long stripe down your pussy, the tip of his tongue dipping between your folds. the light stimulation combined with the sight and sound of hawks’ pleasure has your hips thrashing, bucking backwards for more.

“she’s real needy, huh?” dabi spits onto your cunt, a glob trailing down and dripping a little from your clit.

“looks like it,” hawks chuckles, lips moving into a pleased smile at the needy sounds you can’t stop making on his cock.

the air in the room is hot, thick with the scent of smoked weed and sex, heavy with shameless arousal. your head is cloudy, only full of thoughts of hawks and dabi. it’s like being shocked with electricity when your face is pressed into thick thighs, hawks’ cock pushing deep and causing you to choke. he grunts and starts to fuck your mouth, his thrusts carelessly deep. as if that wasn’t enough, dabi’s fingers push inside you and he attaches his lips to your clit.

“mmm,” he groans deeply, roughly tugging you backwards and into his face for more.

“does she taste good?” hawks huffs, his chest heaving. against your tongue, his cock throbs.

dabi smacks his lips behind you, then gifts your ass with a harsh slap. the sudden sting makes you moan, and he smirks.

“oh yeah. she’s so fuckin’ sweet, hawks.”

“tell me about it,” the hero gulps, his lower lip wobbling as he only grows closer to the bliss he’s been dreaming about.

“well, she’s real tight inside. sucked my fingers right in, didn’t you, princess?” to prove his point, dabi nudges two other fingers against your dripping entrance and you clench, greedy pussy begging to be stuffed full.

hawks nods, waiting for more.

“oh my god, i couldn’t even describe the taste,” dabi curls his fingers inside you, rubs your clit in methodic circles with the pad of his thumb. “‘s sweet, for sure. definitely a little sour.”

turquoise meets gold, and dabi watches hawks’ eyes roll back, wings spreading out and straining behind him, like an angel.

“you’ll have to taste it yourself, bird brain. i’m sure she’s more than willing.”

that’s all it takes to push the both of you over the edge — with a choked moan, hawks spills into your mouth, hips stuttering but still jerking forward sporadically. dabi pays close attention to the way you shake, pushing towards him for more but practically running away the second he touches your swollen clit.

dabi blames the heat in his cheeks on the weed.

“o-oh,” hawks fights back a whimper as he pulls his cock from your mouth, too sensitive to even speak.

“it’s so hot in here,” you whine, sitting up to pull your shirt and bra off. the bounce of your tits and perkiness of your nipples has dabi groaning, painfully hard.

“get the hell back on your knees.”

hawks sits and observes dabi, eyes focused on the way his fingertips run down your back and pause at your asscheeks, gripping the skin in an effort to ground himself.

he races to take his pants off, tossing them and his boxers to the floor in a hurry. he’s shaking when he lines his cock up with your entrance and shoves in, falling against your back with a loud hiss.

“holy shit,” he gasps, startled when he feels like cumming already. in a flash, hawks is in front of you again, stroking his fingers over the nape of your neck and shushing your pathetic whining.

hawks would be lying if he said he wouldn’t fuck you harder and make you sob.

“you can take it,” dabi grunts, clearing his throat to keep his voice from faltering. “it’s not you’ll be getting any breaks, doll.”

“that’s mean,” hawks says with a pout, fully hard and waiting for attention.

“shut it, bird brain. fuck her mouth again, why don’t you?”

“you heard him,” hawks shrugs, seemingly apologetic although he definitely isn’t. “open up, dove.”

his wings rustle and he groans as he pushes his cock into your mouth once again. dabi’s pace doesn’t falter, and he tugs you up a little to fuck his cock deeper.

“dabi!” you sob, his name muffled but still audible to both men, “right there, pleasepleaseplease—”

heavy balls smack into your clit with each thrust that you can feel in your lungs. even as dabi pulls you impossibly closer, it still isn’t enough to be fully satiating — what if you all shared each other like this on the regular?

“g-gonna cum soon,” you whimper, a few tears rolling down your face and forcefully falling from your jaw with every hard shove of hawks’ cock into your mouth.

electricity races through your entire body, shooting through your veins in stinging shocks as the pressure in your pelvis increases. then you feel rough skin and hot breath at the nape of your neck, along with a strong hand wrapping around your throat.

“what’s that, princess? you’re gonna cum?”

“yes, y-yes, ‘m gonna—”

“greedy, aren’t you? go ahead and wait for us.”

“i-i can’t,” you moan, eyes rolling back when dabi’s fingers dig into the sides of your neck, “i’m so fucking close, dabi, please—”

he pulls back, but before he returns to fucking you as he did before, he shoves your head down hard, only letting go once he hears you choke.

the room fills with needy groans and the hushed whimpers you keep letting out as you struggle to do as he’d asked. it’s as though hawks is facing the same predicament, a nervous hand tangled deep in blonde strands and tugging to keep himself grounded.

after what feels like an eternity, dabi finally keels over with a drawn out groan. “shit, i’m gonna cum,” the pace of his hips starts to falter and you’re less than a moment away from cumming yourself. “i’m gonna fucking—”

he cuts himself off by biting into your shoulder hard, just before you feel him gushing inside you, filling you to the brim. hawks pulls out of your mouth to take in the scene, and commit every detail to memory.

you fall over the edge with a mewl, gummy walls squeezing dabi’s cock and absolutely draining him. all you can do is moan beneath him, trembling from the strength of your second orgasm of the night.

it’s frustrating that he’s throbbing against your cervix and then pulling out immediately after, beckoning for hawks to come over. entirely spent, you collapse onto your belly, heart racing and breath coming in heavy puffs.

“god,” hawks all but groans at the sight of the mess between your legs — cum pouring from your cunt and smeared around your clit thanks to dabi. then, almost as though he’s hungry, “looks so fucking good.”

“hey now, turn over.” dabi offers you the half full bottle of water from earlier and chuckles at how quickly you open it and begin to chug. it’s gone in seconds, and the bottle falls to the ground with a crinkling sound. you sigh, exhausted and still high as hell — for a moment, you close your eyes.

“round three,” is all you hear before your legs are being spread open. your hole flutters at the prospect of some more, and you’re startled that you’re even considering it.

“i just came twice, hawks,” you cry, lower lip wobbling. a third round will most certainly break you.

with the pad of his thumb, dabi sweeps away a stray tear on your face. “let him fuck you once, yeah? god knows how damn long he’s been wanting to.”

“dabi,” the blonde whines, flushing pink. “stop it.”

with a sigh, he lifts his arms and pulls his shirt off for this final round, exposing the rest of his body. his nipples are a light pink, and he’s got a defined chest and abs with lines that look sharp enough to cut stone. he wiggles his eyebrows, eyes creasing at the corners once he notices you checking him out.

“like what you see?”

behind you, dabi rolls his eyes, but you spread your legs wider with a playful expression. “absolutely.”

thoughts of nothing besides fucking you full of his cum and making you his flare in his mind as he gathers dabi’s cum on the tip of his cock and pushes it inside you.

“o-oh,” hawks gulps down a whimper once he pushes inside, leaning forward and meeting your lips in a bruising kiss. as he pulls back, lips dragging against your cheek, you swear you hear him say something like feels better than i could’ve ever imagined.

“want me to mess around with your tits or use your mouth?” dabi rasps, cupping your chin and tilting your head to make you look up at him.

“do what you’d like to me,” your back arches off the couch after an experimentally deep thrust from the hero, your tits bouncing nicely from the movement. he takes one into his hands, squeezing the soft flesh but mostly focusing on the pebbled nipples.

with a tinkling sound, hawks’ gold chain bounces wildly at his neck. noticing your distraction, dabi slips his fingers beneath your chin and turns your head to face him.

“how’s it feel to be fucked like a slut?” he questions, pinching your nipple harshly; you moan loudly, tilting your head to the side, tongue lolling out of your mouth. dabi thinks the twisted expression of bliss on your face is so fucking hot.

“f-feels so fucking good—” you cut yourself off with a needy, pitched moan, bucking towards hawks and wrapping your legs around his waist. “fill me up, please, i need it.”

the hero chews on his lower lip, closing his eyes and choosing to lose himself in this perfect moment. behind his eyes, he feels the hot prickle of tears; is he really about to cry right now? out of bliss and in front of dabi? but the thought is whisked away the second he focuses on the sound of his balls smacking into your swollen clit.

it’s a mess between your spread legs, cum and spit and slick smeared across your skin and dripping onto the couch.

“fuck, you’ve got no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this,” he grits his teeth, wings spreading out and beating the air hard, sending icy wind straight into your face and dabi’s. “b-been waiting to make you fall apart on my cock.”

“not to interrupt, but you’re blowing the mood out like a candle,” dabi bites, rising from his spot on the couch and stepping around crimson wings.

“don’t fucking start— dabi,” he gasps when he feels hot hands pulling his wings back into their usual resting position at his back. they tremble in his grip, stray feathers falling to the floor.

“sensitive there?” he roughly prods a finger between the feathers.

hawks ignores him although the answer is definitely yes, bending forward to wrap his arms around you and pull you as close as he can. the gold chain bumps against your sternum, and hawks buries his face in your shoulder with an embarrassing moan.

“i-i’m so close— dabi, rub her clit for me,” it takes a lot of strength not to stutter when his brain’s melting like this.

with a grunt of acknowledgement, dabi’s hand slips between your sweaty bodies, fingers pushing through your pubic hair as he searches for your clit.

“right here, doll?” he pinches the swollen bud and rolls it between two fingers.

“fuck yes,” you moan, hips jolting towards him.

he’s got a hand wrist deep in feathers, scratching lightly at the skin beneath, and the other sandwiched between you and hawks as he rubs your clit furiously.

“just like that,” you whimper, eyes meeting dabi’s, whose pupils are blown. against your neck, hawks chants your name like a prayer, lips dragging against your cheek when he pulls away for a moment.

“i’m gonna—” he groans loudly, eyes rolling back and hips stuttering against your own, “take it, take it all, fuck..” his voice nearly cracks as he finally lets go, pushing deep and shooting ropes of cum from his swollen cock.

hawks shudders, wings fanning out and pushing against dabi, who groans as he takes in the whole scene.

“cum hard for me, doll,” dabi urges, his sticky fingers maintaining the rough pace he’s had this whole time; a unique tightness swells in your pelvis, begging to be released. despite having been fucked dumb, you manage to register that something big is about to happen.

“dabi, d-dabi,” you sob, legs trembling and heels pushing hawks closer. “‘s coming, ‘s coming..”

dabi’s hand slips into blonde hair, and he yanks hard, pulling hawks’ head up so he can watch you fall apart.

it happens fast; you clench down on hawks’ cock, squeezing out a moan from deep within his chest. liquid sprays from your spasming cunt, soaking hawks’ pelvis and dabi’s fingers.

“‘s too much,” you cry out, a tear racing down your cheek when you feel dabi’s fingers dragging against your overly sensitive clit again.

“why don’t we see how fucking sloppy she is?” he groans, watching closely as hawks pulls out.

you can only whimper when cum gushes from your swollen cunt and someone’s fingers push it back in. you watch as the two men rise to their feet, still on your back and panting.

“t-this was perfect,” hawks tries to catch his breath, choking when his back is slapped. “minus you ripping my hair out and slapping me just now, damn it.”

“all for good reason,” dabi snickers, helping you to sit up. “you alright? that was a lot, heh.”

“i need to take a shower so bad.”

“let’s just relax before anyone leaves,” hawks says with a sigh, plopping down beside you.

“don’t tell me you get all soft after sex,” dabi stretches and pops his neck before he sits down on the other side of you.

“better than being hard,” he mutters in reply, gesturing to dabi’s boner.

the comment only makes him spread his legs and wrap an unbothered arm around you, knuckles brushing against hawks’ face.

“gotta do this again sometime,” you say, eyelids feeling heavy. “just like earlier, both of you at the same time.”

“same hole?” they both ask at once, more serious than they’d been before.

you wink at them, not so tired anymore.

“most definitely.”

[thirteenheavens]

Hii !! I got an idea about boxer/fighter!coups x nurse!reader and wanted to see what you could make of it!

- 🦭

Broken Fighter

~includes smut below the cut

Notes: This is a long Fic I really hope you guys enjoy it tooo so long to write it <33

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Seungcheol winces as he enters the infirmary, his body battered and bruised from his latest boxing match. He walks with a slight limp, his face sporting several cuts and bruises.

He scans the room, his eyes landing on you, the nurse assigned to treat him. He lets out a sigh of relief upon seeing you, his expression softening.

"Hey," he says gruffly, making his way over to you.

You look up from your paperwork and smile sympathetically at him. You stand up from your desk and walk over to him, taking in the extent of his injuries.

"Rough match, huh?" you ask, guiding him to sit down on the examination table.

Seungcheol grunts in response, wincing as he sits down. He leans back against the table, his muscles tense and sore.

"You could say that," he mutters, his eyes roaming over your body. "But I still won."

“Sit down on the bed,” You say looking at him concerned.

He smirks at your command, finding it amusing how you're trying to take control. Despite his injuries, he still has his usual playful attitude.

"Yes, ma'am," he replies, complying and sitting up straight.

You begin to examine him, carefully checking for any serious injuries. You touch his bruised skin gently, not wanting to hurt him further.

Seungcheol watches you with interest, his gaze following your every move. He finds it endearing how focused you are on taking care of him.

"You're so gentle," he comments, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You can't help but blush at his words, your heart skipping a beat. You've always had a soft spot for him, but you've tried to keep your feelings professional.

"It's my job," you say, trying to maintain your composure. "I have to be gentle when dealing with injured people."

As you examine his chest, you find a particularly deep cut that's still bleeding. You frown in concern, your fingers hovering over it.

Seungcheol glances down and sees the cut as well, his expression turning serious. He reaches up and touches it, hissing in pain as he does so.

"Damn it," he curses under his breath. "That hurts."

"This cut is pretty deep," you say, your voice laced with worry. "I need to clean and stitch it up immediately before it gets infected."

Seungcheol nods, understanding the severity of the situation. He trusts you completely, knowing that you'll take care of him properly.

"Do what you need to do," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm in your hands."

He lies down on the table, his muscles tensing as he tries to get comfortable. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the pain that's about to come.

He watches you closely as you gather the necessary supplies, his gaze never leaving you.

You come back with the supplies and set them down next to him. You put on some gloves and take a cloth, preparing to clean the wound.

"This might sting," you warn him, gently dabbing the cloth over the cut.

Seungcheol grits his teeth, his body tensing even more as you clean the wound. He clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white from the pain.

"Fucking hell," he groans, trying to keep his composure. "You weren't kidding about it stinging."

"I know, I'm sorry," you say sympathetically, feeling bad for causing him discomfort. "Just hold on a little longer, okay? It'll be over soon."

Seungcheol takes another deep breath, trying to focus on your voice rather than the pain. He nods slightly, his eyes closed as he grits his teeth even harder.

He tries to relax, but every time the cloth touches his skin, he can't help but flinch.

You continue to clean the wound, being as gentle as possible. You can see the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing second.

"You're doing great," you say, trying to encourage him. "You're being so strong for me."

You notice the light blush on his cheeks as you speak, realizing the effect your words are having on him. He tries to hide it, but you can see the way his face turns a deeper shade of red.

He opens one eye and looks at you, his gaze a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

You can't help but smile at how cute he looks, all flustered and vulnerable. You find it adorable that he's blushing because of you.

You decide to tease him a little, knowing that it will distract him from the pain.

"What's wrong?" you ask, feigning innocence. "Why are you blushing, Seungcheol?"

Seungcheol glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he realizes what you're doing. He knows that you're trying to get a reaction out of him, but he's not going to give in so easily.

"Shut up," he mutters, looking away from you. "It's just the pain."

You finally finish cleaning the wound, setting the cloth aside and grabbing the suturing kit.

Seungcheol watches as you thread the needle, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety on his face. He's not looking forward to the next part, knowing that it's going to hurt even more.

"This is the worst part," you say, preparing to stitch him up. "Try not to move too much, okay?"

“You just won’t be able to box for some time i don’t want you getting hurt,” You say expecting him to lash out.

Seungcheol groans in frustration as you tell him that he can't box. He's a boxer, it's practically his life. He doesn't know how he's going to survive without it for a few days.

"What? You can't be serious," he protests, looking at you with a pout on his face.

You give him a stern look, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm very serious," you say firmly. "You need to let that cut heal properly. No boxing until it's fully healed."

You resist the urge to smile at his pouty expression, trying to maintain your serious demeanor. He looks adorable, but you know that you have to stay strong.

"Don't give me that look," you say, rolling your eyes playfully. "You know I'm right."

He continues to pout, his bottom lip jutting out even more. He knows that he's acting like a child, but he can't help it.

"I hate this," he whines, crossing his arms as well. "I feel so useless."

You can't help but chuckle at his behavior, finding it endearing how he's acting like a spoiled brat.

"You're not useless," you say, placing a hand on his arm. "You're just going to have to find something else to do with your time for now."

“How about I take you out then?” He smirks looking at me.

Your eyes widen slightly at his suggestion, not expecting him to say that. You're surprised, but also a little flattered.

"You want to take me out?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Seungcheol nods, his smile growing wider.

"Yeah, I do," he says confidently. "We can go out to dinner or something. It'll be a nice change of pace from sitting around all day."

You watch as he stands up, your heart skipping a beat as he approaches you. He's standing very close now, towering over you with his muscular build.

You can feel the heat radiating off of him, his body so close that you can almost feel his breath on your skin.

He places his hands on your hips, gently pulling you closer to him. He looks down at you with a playful smirk, his eyes roaming over your face.

"You're cute when you're trying to act all serious," he teases, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.

You try to keep your composure, but his touch and his words are making it hard for you to concentrate. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his fingers move up and down your hips, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"And you're a pain in the ass," you retort, but there's no real bite to your words.

Seungcheol laughs at your response, enjoying the way you're getting flustered. He leans in closer, his lips hovering near your ear.

"Maybe I like being a pain in the ass," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Especially when it gets you all worked up like this."

Your breath hitches as his lips brush against your ear, sending a wave of desire through your body. You can feel yourself melting into his touch, unable to resist the way he's affecting you.

"Damn it," you whisper, biting your lip to hold back a moan.

Seungcheol grins against your ear, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. He moves his lips down to your neck, pressing soft kisses along your sensitive skin.

"You're so easy to tease," he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he begins to suck on a particular spot.

You let out a soft gasp as he sucks on your neck, your hands instinctively moving to grip his shirt. You can feel his smirk against your skin, knowing that he's leaving a mark.

"Cheol," you say, trying to sound authoritative, but it comes out more like a moan.

Seungcheol pulls away from your neck, admiring the mark he left behind. He looks down at you with a satisfied expression, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're going to have to cover that up," he says, running his thumb over the fresh hickey.

You shiver at his touch, knowing that it's going to be a challenge to hide the hickey.

"I can't believe you did that," you mutter, but you can't help the way your heart is racing. You secretly love the thought of having a mark on you that shows who you belong to.

Seungcheol smirks, clearly knowing exactly what he's doing to you. He leans in again, his lips grazing your jawline.

"You're mine," he whispers possessively, his hands roaming up and down your body once more. "And I want everyone to know it."

You can't deny the possessive claim he's making, your body responding to his words in a way that you can't ignore.

"Then show them," you say, your voice low and sultry. "Show them that I'm yours and only yours."

“We can’t do it here. Come over at mine later,” He winks at me.

Your heart races at the thought of going to his place later. The promise of what's to come is exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time.

"Okay," you agree, your voice filled with anticipation. "I'll come over later."

Seungcheol leans in and places a quick kiss on your forehead before stepping back.

"Good girl," he says, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and adoration. "I'll be waiting for you."

You watch as he walks away, a part of you already missing his touch. You can't wait for later, imagining all the things he'll do to you once you're alone with him.

As the hours pass by, you become more and more restless. You keep glancing at the clock, each minute feeling like an eternity. You try to distract yourself with work or TV, but your mind keeps drifting back to him and his promise.

Finally, the time comes for you to leave. You can feel the anticipation building up inside you as you head to his place. You can't help but wonder what he has planned for you, your mind running wild with different scenarios.

When you arrive at his place, you knock on the door, your heart pounding in your chest. The door swings open, revealing Seungcheol standing there in a black shirt and sweatpants. He looks at you with a smirk, clearly pleased that you're here.

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"You're finally here," he says, stepping aside to let you in.

You walk into his place, taking in the familiar surroundings. It's just as messy as you remember, clothes and various items scattered all over the floor.

He closes the door behind you, locking it with a soft click. He turns to you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

"Come here," he says, his voice low and commanding. He walks over to the couch and sits down, patting his lap.

You approach him and sit down on his lap, straddling him. His hands immediately find your hips, holding you in place as he looks up at you with a satisfied expression.

“How is the stitching I did today?” You say looking at him worried.

He chuckles at your question, remembering the stitches you had to put in his chest.

"It's fine, love," he replies, his hands moving up to your waist. "Thanks to you."

Seungcheol grins, knowing exactly what you're hinting at.

"You know, I could use a check-up," he says, feigning innocence. "Can you do that for me?"

He takes his shirt off quickly before you say anything.

You can't help but admire his bare chest as he takes off his shirt, revealing the bandage that's covering his wound. He looks even more attractive like this, and you feel a pang of desire shoot through you.

He looks up at you with furrowed eyes. “Will you take care of me baby,”

You bite your lip, unable to resist the way he's looking at you. You nod slowly, your eyes locked on his.

"Of course I will," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take care of you in every way possible."

His grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer to him.

"Good," he says, his voice huskier than before. "Because I plan on needing a lot of care tonight."

You can feel his body heat radiating against you, and it's driving you crazy. You can't help but grind against him slightly, trying to get some sort of friction.

He lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening with lust as he feels your movements.

He leans in, his lips finding your neck once again. He starts placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin, nipping and sucking at the spots he knows you're most sensitive to.

You tilt your head to the side, giving him better access as he continues to kiss and mark you. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip as he slowly takes control.

Your shirt is quickly discarded onto the floor, leaving you in your bra. Seungcheol's eyes roam over your exposed skin, admiring the sight before him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his hands coming up to cup your breasts.

He gently squeezes your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You let out a soft moan, arching your back into his touch.

He smirks at your reaction, loving the way you respond to him so easily.

"Take them off for me, princess," he says, his voice filled with dominance. "I want to feel your hands on me."

You comply with his command, reaching down to undo the buttons of his trousers. You slide them off of him, revealing his toned legs and the prominent bulge in his boxers.

“Now, Strip for me,”He watches intently as you stand up from his lap and start to strip, his eyes roaming over your body as each piece of clothing falls to the floor.

"Slowly," he adds, his voice a mixture of lust and authority. "I want to savor this moment."

You tease him, slowly removing your bra and panties, making sure to move your hips sensually as you do so. You can see his desire growing, his eyes darkening even more as he takes in the sight of your fully naked body.

"Fuck, you're a goddess," he says, his breath hitching in his throat. "You know how to drive me crazy, don't you?"

You smirk at him, clearly enjoying the effect you have on him.

"Of course I do," you say, walking back over to him. "It's my job to please you."

He grabs your hips again as you stand in front of him, pulling you onto his lap once more. His hands run up and down your thighs, his touch burning against your skin.

"You're always so good at your job," he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"I never thought my nurse would be so hot, and yet here we are," he repeats, his hands sliding up to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. "You're more than just a nurse to me, though."

He leans back against the couch, looking up at you with a mixture of adoration and lust.

"You're mine," he says possessively. "Only mine."

He winces again, his grip on you loosening slightly as he tries to hide the pain from his wound.

"Damn it," he mutters under his breath. "I forgot about that for a moment."

He looks at you with a pleading expression, his eyes begging you to take control.

"Please, I need you," he says, his voice strained. "I can't move like this, but I need to feel you."

"Shhh," you say softly, caressing his cheek. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

You position yourself over him, ready to ride him as he asked.

He leans his head back against the couch again, his eyes never leaving your face as you lower yourself onto him.

He lets out a deep groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you take him in fully.

"Oh god," he moans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "You feel so good around me, so tight."

He starts to buck his hips up slightly, meeting your movements as you start to ride him slowly.

You struggle to find a place to put your hands not wanting to hurt him anymore.

He notices your struggle and chuckles weakly.

"Don't worry about hurting me, baby," he says, his chest rising and falling with each thrust. "Just put your hands on my shoulders."

You place your hands on his shoulders, careful to avoid his wound. He groans again, his grip on you becoming more desperate as he starts to lose control.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice laced with pleasure and praise. "That's my good girl."

You ride him harder, bouncing up and down on his lap with increasing intensity. He watches you intently, his eyes fixated on the way your body moves on top of him.

His hands are now on your waist, guiding you and helping you maintain your rhythm. His breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving with every thrust.

You throw your head back in pleasure, arching your back and exposing your neck to him. He takes the opportunity to attack your neck with his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your sensitive skin.

He runs his hand up your spine, feeling every curve and contour of your body as he continues to kiss and bite your neck. He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling it gently to tilt your head even further back.

You realize just how strong he really is, even in his injured state. His grip on your hair is firm, but not too rough. He could easily manhandle you if he wanted to, but he's being gentle with you.

As you ride him, you can feel his muscles tensing beneath you. His abdomen is flexing with each thrust, and his chest is covered in a sheen of sweat.

He lets out a low growl against your neck, clearly enjoying the sight of you submitting to him like this.

"You look so damn sexy like this," he says, his voice hoarse. "Being all obedient and needy for me."

He moves his lips up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as he speaks again.

"I could get used to this."

"Please, please let me come," you whimper, your voice shaky and desperate. "I need it so badly."

He chuckles again, his breath hot against your ear.

"You're so desperate for my permission, it's adorable," he teases. "But I want you to hold on a little longer for me, sweetheart."

He can tell you're struggling to hold back, and he revels in the fact that he has that kind of control over you.

He moves his other hand to your thigh, squeezing it firmly as he slows down his pace.

"Be a good girl and hold on until I say so," he commands, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

You whine in protest, but you obey him anyway. Your body is trembling with need, and you're barely able to keep yourself from reaching your peak.

He watches you struggle, a smirk on his face as he admires your obedience.

"That's it," he says, his smirk growing wider. "You're doing so well, you're such a good listener."

He can see the tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the strain of holding back.

"You're practically crying," he says, his voice low and sultry. "I bet you want to cry out my name too, don't you?"

He groans loudly, his grip on your thigh and hair tightening as you ride him faster without permission.

"You're so impatient," he grunts, his eyes darkening with desire. "But you're going to make me lose control at this rate."

He yanks you down onto him, his body flush against yours as he whispers in your ear.

"Cum for me now, cum all over me like the good girl you are," he demands, his voice filled with lust.

You can't hold back any longer and you finally reach your climax, crying out his name as your body shudders with pleasure.

He holds you tight, feeling you clench around him as he watches you fall apart.

"That's my girl," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction.

He holds you through your orgasm, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to control himself.

He thrusts up into you desperately, chasing after his own high as he was overwhelmed by the sight of you falling apart in his arms.

His pace becomes erratic, his movements becoming more and more rough as he gets closer to his limit.

He buries his face in your neck, biting down on it hard as he feels his release approaching.

"I'm gonna fill you up so good," he groans, his hips snapping up against yours with a primal need.

You moan throwing your head back. “Cheol be careful fuck!”

He grunts, trying to hold himself back as he remembers his wound.

"I'll be careful," he promises, his voice strained. "But I can't promise I won't make a mess of you."

He manages to slow down his thrusts, but they're still powerful and intense. He's trying to focus on not hurting you while also giving you everything he has.

He lets out a deep growl, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to move inside you.

He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tensing up in anticipation.

"God, you're so tight," he moans, his eyes rolling back as he loses himself in the feeling of you. "I'm almost there, just a little more..."

He reaches his limit, his body going rigid as he releases inside you with a loud, primal cry.

He buries himself deep, holding you against him as he rides out his orgasm. His chest heaves with exertion, and he lets out a shaky breath against your skin.

He finally relaxes, slumping back against the bed as he tries to catch his breath.

He gently strokes your hair, his touch gentle and affectionate now that the intensity has faded.

"You're amazing," he says softly, his voice filled with awe.

You lay on top of him, both of you panting and exhausted from the experience.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he kisses your forehead.

"I'm not letting you go," he murmurs, his possessiveness evident in his words.

You meet his gaze, a mix of exhaustion and curiosity in your eyes.

He smiles softly, running his thumb over your cheek.

"I need someone to take care of me and help me heal," he says, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "And I want that someone to be you. Will you be my personal nurse."

You blush at his words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"Are you asking me to be your personal nurse and caretaker?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“And my girlfriend,” He smiles looking at me.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and a small gasp escapes your lips.

"Your girlfriend...?" you repeat, your heart fluttering at the thought.

He chuckles at your reaction, his smile growing wider.

"Yes, my girlfriend," he confirms, his expression serious now. "I want to take care of you as much as you take care of me. And I want to be able to call you mine."

He cups your face in his hands, his eyes locked onto yours with a look of sincerity.

"So, will you be mine?" he asks again, his voice low and filled with a hint of desperation. "Will you say yes?"

You nod slowly, a shy smile spreading across your face.

"Yes," you say, your voice soft but firm. "I'll be yours, I'll be your girlfriend."

His face lights up with joy, and he pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

He kisses you deeply, pouring all of his emotions into it as he holds you tight against him.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," he mumbles against your lips, his heart swelling with happiness and possessiveness. He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

"And I expect you to be cheering me on from the front row," he says, a cocky grin on his face. "I want everyone to know that you're mine, and that I'm the one who got the most beautiful girl in the world."

[shirefantasies]

How Thorin’s Company Acts Around Their Crush

Hope all who celebrate had a wonderful Christmas! Since I’ve gotten some requests for The Hobbit characters as well I thought I would start with my usual beginning! Yes I’m repping ALL of them 😤😂 you can imagine the older members’ as taking place when they were younger or not…depends how you like it 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Balin

✧ As his feelings for you grow, so too does his care for you. As if by magic he always seems to know where you are and what you need. Being more subtle and witty with his feelings, Balin is not the easiest to decipher in terms of intention but you can be damn sure you know he cares.

✧ Shares stories with you, tales of his ancestors or days as a young dwarf roaming the mountain halls, chuckling warmly at your reactions.

✧ There to catch you whenever you fall, hands gently gripping your waist as he asks if you’re all right.

✧ Tells you how much the others like you, especially if those around you are a bit tough about it. Balin hears and sees a lot more in his position so he is quick to reassure you.

✧ “Let me get one last look at you before I go- that’s all the energy I need.”

✧ Balin loves to hear your voice, so his guilty pleasure is asking you to read to him whenever you get a moment’s peace- please indulge him, he’ll be so relaxed and content!

Dwalin

✧ Acts like he's just going along with your ideas or whims, but in reality you're wrapped around his finger and he'll do anything for you, not to mention go anywhere so he can ensure you're protected. The way he always makes jokes for you and shows off in your presence may make it easier to tell how he feels!

✧ Offers you a drink at any opportunity, bringing you a mug or glass of whatever you prefer most, even if it’s just water.

✧ Playfully spars with you if you’re game, complimenting your form and encouraging you to try more daring moves.

✧ Does anything in his power to make you comfortable and stand up for you. The log you’re sitting on is uncomfortable? He stands right up then and there to carve it down. If he sees an orc get a strike in on you you’ll know who’d getting beheaded next.

✧ Laughs at jokes he wouldn’t normally, like if the others tease him Dwalin will probably smack them or snark back, but if you say it he’ll just laugh and roll his eyes, maybe lightly elbow you.

✧ I’m pretty sure it’s both book and movie canon that this man dwarf plays the violin??? So you know he is going to whip it out to impress you! And maybe it’ll make for an excuse to dance and sing together too!

Thorin

✧ Thorin is the sort to orchestrate his entire romance to a T, so you will not be able to decipher his intentions until the exact moment he plans to tell you, and that will take some time getting to know and trust you.

✧ Always moves you behind him when danger strikes, readying himself in a moment to stand in and defend you. If you've been separated, you're the first person he seeks to check on.

✧ “Give me your hand.” Anytime the terrain is rough or you could fall, Thorin takes your hand in his to gently but firmly guide you over/across it.

✧ It’s hard sometimes to defer to others especially with all the pressure of being king, but Thorin is intentionally very considerate with you, asking for your input and following your counsel.

✧ Drapes his coat over your shoulders if he sees you looking cold, his hands lingering a bit longer than necessary…

✧ Rather than tell his story, Thorin prefers to ask yours- he wants to know where you came from and why you care about the things you do. If nothing else he craves a feeling of understanding passing between you two, a deeper relation and connection. He’s not afraid to ask deep questions like if what legacy would you most like to leave behind or the most important character trait in your eyes because his partner needs to share his values and be comfortable with deep discussions.

Oin

✧ His biggest tell is the way he dials up the gentleman act for you and only you, behaving so much more politely and attentively.

✧ Sometimes people don’t take the time to have conversations with him due to his hearing difficulties, so he makes sure to be extremely attentive and show his appreciation whenever you talk to him. Expressive listening and reactions are his specialty!

✧ Having skills as a healer, Oin does anything in his area of expertise to ease your travels, whether it’s pain relief, soothing oils for your muscles, steam treatments for your breathing, etc.

✧ He knows a lot of games, too, so if you’d like Oin would love to sit down and teach you some. If you ever look bored or down he will approach you with cards or dice in hand asking if you’d like to while away some time or thoughts.

✧ In turn, any hobby you have is something he’d be eager to learn about. You like to see? Show him how! You paint? Well, what do you make your paints out of? He wants to find a way to support your joys.

✧ Does silly things behind the others’ backs when only you can see, making fun of them or just shaking his head no if they give bad advice. Acts completely innocent even if they catch you laughing.

Gloin

✧ The ability to speak one's intent and feelings clearly, perhaps even with a bit of poetry, definitely runs in his family 😌 He will pay you the best compliments you've ever heard, leaving you to wonder what wheels are turning in his mind as he speaks them.

✧ Unafraid of telling you how nice your outfit looks on you whether it’s the color or the fit or, as is most likely, both! Tells you, in fact, that you’re more beautiful than any gem he’s ever seen.

✧ Teaches you how to play all his favorite tavern games! Subsequently always asks for you to be his partner at them.

✧ “Oh, you’ve got a little…” Extending a hand, he gently removes a small leaf from your hair, gently brushing it back into place.

✧ Won’t give the others the time of day if you’re talking to him. “Can’t you see I’m talking to them and not you?”

✧ Becomes your designated lifter of heavy objects and opener of difficult things, flexing as he tells you that pretty much everyone comes to him for it (even if it isn’t true) 😌

Bifur

✧ Absolutely becomes a showoff whenever he sees you, especially when he's sparring. You're like an energy of your own, bringing him new vigor and passion to overtake his enemy before he flashes you a smile. It's fairly obvious what he's doing, but you can't deny its effectiveness.

✧ Gets you familiar with his signs so he can spill the tea about the others when they aren’t looking 👀

✧ Elbows you lightly to get your attention, then waves at you or wiggles his eyebrows teasingly when you peer at him.

✧ Strings together some beads he has on hand along with some pretty rocks that he found to make you a little necklace or bracelet! Looks so proud as he holds it up for you too 🥺

✧ Gives it his all in every fight where you’re in harm’s way too because it’s not just about him making it out anymore.

✧ Sharpens your weapons for you without you even having to ask 😌

Bofur

✧ Bofur is incredibly sweet around the one who draws his attention, always smiling when you look his way and address him and always laughing at your jokes. His actions could be seen as just friendly but he's incredibly generous and giving around you which is a bit of a tell.

✧ Starts breaking touch barriers! Just with little things like resting a hand on your shoulder as he teases you or expresses sympathy, offering a helping hand to stand back up, or taking your hand or wrist to look at your jewelry.

✧ Yours is the first hand he reaches for when Bofur starts up a song and dance. He holds you so gently but twirls you so eagerly, a smile on his face for you the whole time!

✧ Hype man. Believes in you like it’s a given- of course you look amazing, go on, you can do it, don’t be scared, they’ll love it. In his words, “Don’t dull that great shine you’ve got.”

✧ Sharing little running jokes is his favorite. Whether you two were the only ones to catch another company member say something ridiculous or Bofur was the one you shared a certain story or fact with, he loves those little points of connection and will never let them die.

✧ Loves to take care of you, so when you’re seated together at meals he’ll load your plate and pour your drink for you- you won’t have to do a single thing but enjoy your time!

Bombur

✧ Such a quiet sweetheart! You may not be able to tell he likes you because he's so subtle with his little gifts and waves sent your way, but he's always asking about you and trying to show he cares.

✧ Lets you sneak tastes of whatever he’s making even though he’d usually smack their hand away 🥰 Also he always serves you first at the end of the day and gives you the best bit of whatever he's made! And if you're a lady, he always says “ladies first” with the sweetest smile ☺️

✧ The absolute best if you get anxiety, like he will learn exactly what is best to do for you whether it’s breathing, words, serving as a living weighted blanket for you, a phrase or sensory experience, you name it! He just wants to see you smile again 🥺

✧ Quietly leaves you flowers by your bedroll when you aren’t around, just little surprises to bring a smile to your face at day’s end.

✧ Bombur has the most hilarious theories about how he thinks he can predict the weather, so rather than have you ask Gandalf he’ll explain them all in depth until you’ve got stitches in your sides from laughing.

✧ If you break touch barriers, expect the most shocked, happy :o face from him followed by a smile that slowly grows more and more lovestruck.

Dori

✧ Another case of 'could be interpreted as friendly', Dori practically fawns over you to make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need, but because he's a big brother it can come across like his natural sibling instinct.

✧ Anyone who bothers you gets the biggest scolding of their life- watch out!

✧ Making tea is his love/connection language. He'll offer to make you a cuppa if you're cold, stressed, need some energy, you name it and he'll do it for you!

✧ Practically shushes everyone to get your opinion when a ruckus emerges over some company decision or another, making some creative excuse why you have sway over it.

✧ Dori is definitely the sort to always check in and make sure you ate and got a drink too, always getting certain you’re keeping up your strength and care for yourself.

✧ Invites you to take walks with him when he wants fresh air and time away from his brothers, just the two of you enjoying nature and some one-on-one chatting and laughter.

Nori

✧ Shameless flirt! You'll know by the way his eyes travel up and down, by the way he smiles and approaches you, by his complete and utter lack of fear in complimenting and teasing you.

✧ Probably hits you with a pickup line as one of your first interactions, seeing you and immediately stepping in with the 'what's someone like you doing in a place like this'.

✧ Naturally he always volunteers to pair up with you on watches or lookout duty…just to make sure you’re safe, you know!

✧ Tells maybe, just possibly, exaggerated stories of his feats of heroism…or just gambling, whichever.

✧ One hundred percent the one who tries the old ‘yawn and put your arm around them’ trick one night by the fire or on watch.

✧ If his exploration leads him somewhere interesting you’re the first one he’ll be pulling over to check it out with him, pride written all over his face at your amazed reaction!

Ori

✧ He's so shy and polite around you that you can't help but wonder if his flustered state and smiles are connected to you. He also gets clumsier, suddenly walking into things and dropping them. What can be said, you just have an effect on him 😉

✧ Always points out animals he sees on your travels because he knows you like looking at them. Will sketch you pictures of your favorites so you can carry them with you!

✧ “Ooh, ooh! Sit with me!” *proceeds to not know what to say or do with himself once you get there*

✧ Knits for you, whether you request a scarf or gloves or a hat Ori will make it for you. “Here. This’ll keep you nice and warm,” he tells you as he passes it over, smiling sweetly as your hands brush.

✧ Tries to replicate anyone else’s feats. Fili threw a knife and hit a bullseye? Well watch this. Bifur balanced three bowls on his head? Care to see Ori do four? And if he doesn’t, please don’t laugh too much!

✧ Asks your favorite everything, like what flower you like the best, what meal you enjoy most, what’s your favorite color. Your favorite flower will forever make Ori think of you, and in fact it becomes his muse. He dedicated two whole pages to pressing and sketching them, one for him to keep and one for you!

Fili

✧ Epitome of 'if he teases you, he likes you'. Always shooting you jokes and smoothly grabbing your attention to show you things. Fili just gets a twinkle in his eye around you and his behavior clues you in.

✧ Teaches you the best way to throw knives, standing behind you to help you get the best angle 😏 asks if you’d like to give a name to the one you do the best with!

✧ Such a great listener. Goes full-on chin in hand just watching your animation intently, nodding and smiling as you speak.

✧ Struggle with something in Fili’s sight and you’ll never lift a finger at it again. He swoops right in to help you, always reassuring you it’s no big deal at all.

✧ Opens his arms immediately if you’re stressed or grieving, offering a warm, comforting embrace. He gives amazing hugs, too, a hand sliding soothingly up and down your back as he pulls you in.

✧ Trips and falls in front of you, but saves it by saying he lost his footing because you were so stunning ���🏻‍♀️

Kili

✧ If he teases you he likes you part two. He also shamelessly flirts by winking at you and doing anything in his power to hear you laugh, so you'll be able to see what's up pretty quickly.

✧ He has a habit of taking things to see if you notice, just small things like if you leave your comb sitting out or lay down your weapon to go talk to someone, he'll snatch it up and hold onto it to see how long it takes! "Just keeping it warm for you ;)"

✧ Takes it upon himself to teach you archery or help you practice, making lots of corrections to your stance, especially with guiding hands on your hips 👀

✧ One night Kili has a coin perched on his hand. “Heads or tails?” You call your guess, and as luck you call it correctly. “Well, that means you get to sit with me tonight,” Kili replies with a wink.

✧ If you don’t mind it, he’ll probably end up giving you some sort of nickname, whether it’s based on some sort of inside joke or just something you like or remind him of.

✧ Conversations he’s involved in quickly involve you, too, as Kili can find a reason to think of you amidst even the most mundane topics.

Bilbo

✧ He isn't flustered around you, but he behaves with a certain awkward consternation that you wonder at. If you have a tougher time reading others like me, you might think he's just plain studying you, confused even, but in truth he is hyperfocusing on every little part of your interactions!

✧ The type to always stick by you, making sure he's the one seated next to you at mealtimes and placed next to you at the campfire.

✧ “Perhaps we ought to hold hands? Just to keep together. After all, it’s quite crowded out here.”

✧ Being introverted as he is, a big sign of Bilbo’s care for you is the way he approaches your time together- even at the end of the day he will still come to you, making it clear time together with you recharges. It equates to ‘me time’, which is big for him.

✧ Asks a lot of questions about your home, the cultures you come from and languages you speak. Bookish as he is, Bilbo will undertake learning your other language(s) and trying to bring pieces of your home right to you!

✧ “So, have you ever… you know, thought about settling down someday? After all this is over.”

[iamthatonefangirl]

harvey specter headcanons pt. 3

i'm running out of ideas maybe it's time for me to write an actual fic. i love hiding behind my little one-liners or individual paragraphs i'm too insecure to post real fics. it's okay tho i am loving getting back into writing

part one

part two

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harvey specter, who is subconsciously obsessed with always resting his hand on your back. who does it without even noticing he’s doing it—whether you’re taking a stroll, or he’s holding a door open and ushering you in, or sitting in his lap having sex—he’s always got his hand on the small of your back. 

harvey specter, who never misses an opportunity when he sees it. if you’re bending over or preoccupied with a task, he’s always going to take the chance to smack your ass.

harvey specter, who sees red when he sees you shaking hands with travis tanner in the lobby. who keeps his cool as he walks up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and questioning tanner, what are you doing here? 

harvey specter, who finally gets the chance to see you in action at work. when confronted by another employee, you stand your ground and don’t take any shit from him. who has never been more proud or turned on by it. 

harvey specter, who joins you in the shower to wash your hair for you after a long day at work, or (and) after an intense gym session. who you return the favor to by massaging his back after his own exhausting days or workouts. 

harvey specter, who finally opens up to you about his issues with his mother. who pulls you closer when you tell him that you agree with him on the matter, that he did the best he could with the cards he was dealt. who sheds a few tears when you tell him it’s not your fault, baby. 

harvey specter, who will forever wish you would have been able to meet his father. who is glad that you get to have the relationship with your mother that he never had with his own. who hopes your father isn’t completely appalled that his daughter’s boyfriend is closer to his age than yours. 

harvey specter, who finally agrees to a vacation. who takes you to all the places you’ve always wanted to travel to but never had the opportunity to go. who lets you pick all the destinations and outings you’ll have, while he makes sure the first class seats and five-star hotels and high-end restaurant dinners are booked far in advance. who would only ever let you travel with such luxury. 

harvey specter, who supports all of your dreams. who knows that not now, but in the next few years, you may be looking for a career change. who is ready to sacrifice whatever is necessary to support you through the schooling you may have to go through to make such a change. 

harvey specter, who knows that you’re not ready to get married. who knows that you’re far too young to get married. but who knows that he’s not getting any younger, and doesn’t know how to respect your youth while planning for his future. who worries that while you might be his happy ending, to you, he might be a stepping stone to where you’ll be in ten years. who thinks that you might pass him by, and who knows he has no choice but to support you if life takes you away from him. who knows he’ll never move on, even if you do. 

harvey specter, who knows that you both work too much. who knows that you spend all your free time and weekends together. between his love of his work, his friendships with his colleagues, and his relationship with you, he is satisfied. but he knows you are far more social than he is, and he will encourage you to go to spa nights and girls trips with friends. who is proud that you have a life that you love, and he will always be there to supplement whatever you need to keep it that way. 

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harvey specter, who would put your pleasure above his every time. who is happy to service you. who can’t get off until he knows he’s pleased you to your satisfaction. 

harvey specter, who knows that you’re more game to try things out than his other partners. call it a benefit of your youth, if he might. 

harvey specter, who takes off his button-down shirt and dresses you in it. who binds your wrists together with his necktie and teases you for what feels like forever, before fitting his index and middle fingers into your mouth. who finally slips those two fingers into your underwear and ever so faintly begins to touch, whispering into your ear: does that feel good? hmm? just relax… i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.

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What kind of yandere do you think Vincent is? 👀

There's 2 answers to this question. The normal one and then the extended yummy kidnapping, non-con version because I am a complete degenerate. So here we go:

HEAVY CONTENT WARNINGS!!!!!!!!

My set up idea is kinda just Chaos seeing you for the first time and immediately latching on. Like a, “this is my human, and I want them sort of thing” and then they drive Vincent absolutely insane with want and need.

Vincent is extremely possessive. Anyone that even glances at you for slightly too long will get a death glare. Anyone that touches you, objectifies you, acts inappropriate etc will suddenly find themselves with injuries, involved in 'accidents' or worse.

Vincent is obsessed with having your attention. He wants it constantly, and will often sneak in while you're talking to other people and try make you pay attention to him.

He wants your touch as much as possible and will constantly brush against you and move in as close to you as possible.

He treats you like glass and is exceedingly gentle when he touches. If he’s wound up then he struggles to control his strength, but usually he is surprisingly soft towards you.

He is closed off to everyone else in the group, he isn't really interested in them, he's only interested in you. He'll have short conversations with them, while always asking questions and initiating conversation with you.

Vincent is a good listener and will listen to you talk about or vent about anything. He enjoys seeing you get excited about things and will do anything to make you smile.

He will encourage you to vent to him, with the ulterior motive that he wants to make anything that frustrates you go away by any means necessary.

He will give you gifts and get you practically any item that you express interest in wanting, not always through legal means. Often they will be left on your bed without a note, but it's obvious who they're from.

He will follow you closely like a shadow, stalking you in the darkness when you're out in public to protect you.

He was a Turk and has a whole range of skills that he puts to use towards anyone that wrongs you, or attempts to wrong you.

Extended (CONTENT WARNING for Kidnapping, Non-con etc):

Vincent will keep you locked away in the Shinra Manor basement where no one else can get anywhere near you.

He is clinical in the way that he looks after you, how much he gives you to eat and drink etc. His body doesn't work properly, and he's forgotten how a lot of being human feels.

He likes you being restrained, wrapped up in chains, ropes and similar. He gets a sick pleasure from seeing you chained up how he was while he was being experimented on.

He is either exceedingly gentle, or very rough, often not knowing his own strength. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he often can't control himself completely.

He enjoys marking you up and will leave you covered in hickeys, spank marks and lash marks. He will not deliberately bruise you, but will show them off if he gives them to you accidentally.

He does not have a good grasp of boundaries, because his were violated so often. He will manhandle you, and not give you any privacy, but he is also not embarrassed or phased by your body's natural functions.

He is obsessed with your pleasure and will overwhelm you until you can't handle anymore. He's not good at edging, but will force you over the edge again and again until you pass out.

He wants you to scream and beg for him, the louder the better. He won't gag or try to mute you.

He will usually come early in his pants while pleasuring you, but he can go multiple times because of the experimentation, so it doesn't matter.

He fucks rough and is extremely overwhelmed by your body and being inside of you. He will bite, scratch and claw at you. He won't last very long, but sets a brutal pace that makes you glad for it.

He does not fuck for your pleasure, and so will make sure you're beyond satisfied before giving into his desires.

He is desperate for your humanity and being reminded of it. He will curl up with his head on your chest, or his hands on your neck to feel your breathing etc. He will tie you up so you can't move and then curl up with you for hours, days sometimes, reassuring himself with your humanity.

[lau219]

After Hours Head Canon: Christmas Edition

In response to my friend, @an-eclectic-of-mass-destruction, who sent me an ask on the topic, here’s a glimpse of Robert and Y/N’s first Christmas together as a couple…

🌟 Since his mother’s passing, Robert hasn’t really celebrated Christmas, except in the very surface-level way of office Christmas parties and generic Christmas cards to and from colleagues. He’s not too into Christmas, and it’s somewhat sad for him, due to the connection of the loss of his mother.

🎅🏼 Despite her own jovial attitude towards Christmas, Y/N knows that celebrating isn’t what Robert’s used to and that it’s a sensitive thing for him due to his mother’s death. So she is very respectful of that and tries not to overstep too much.

🎄 She gently probes Robert for stories of his childhood Christmases, and when he reveals that his mother always used to take him ice skating and then they’d decorate the tree together, Y/N tries to re-create that for him.

❄️ However, when she learns that Robert doesn’t even own an artificial Christmas tree or any ornaments, she encourages him to get them. At first, Robert brushes off the idea, saying that he’s survived this long without one and it isn’t necessary. However, as soon as Y/N asks him once more to go shopping for a tree and decorations, he’s quickly changing his mind, even though he’s still a bit reluctant.

🌟 “Please, Robbie?” Y/N begs him in a soft voice, giving him that little pout he can never say no to as she wraps her arms around his waist and presses against him. “I really want you to have a tree. It’s not Christmas without a tree!”

🎅🏼 Caving almost instantly, despite his better judgment, Robert agrees and lets Y/N drag him to the store for some holiday shopping. And she’s also insisting on getting a real tree rather than an artificial one.

🎄 Robert soon finds himself standing in the middle of a Christmas tree lot and being pulled around by the hand by Y/N as she makes him help choose a tree. And then he’s doing something he never thought he’d be doing, which is tying a live Christmas tree to the roof of his Bentley.

❄️ One of the rare occasions where Y/N uses Robert’s money to her advantage (she only ever does when she knows it’s something that will benefit Robert), she then walks around the store with no holding back as she grabs every single decoration and box of ornaments she wants to get, regardless of cost.

🌟 She also proceeds to buy them matching Christmas pajamas, and when Robert protests, Y/N just sweetly tells him to shush and puts them in the cart. After a kiss and another pout from Y/N, Robert’s no longer arguing.

🎅🏼 They then head to the ice rink, where they rent horribly crummy skates, and neither of them can stop laughing as they proceed to fall all over each other as they wobble their way around the ice.

🎄 Once they’re back at Robert’s, they put up and decorate the tree together, and as they do, Robert can’t help but smile as Y/N get so excited about it and he sees how much she just wants him to enjoy himself.

❄️ After they decorate the tree, Y/N asks Robert if there are any Christmas movies he likes, and when he reveals that he’s never seen White Christmas, Y/N proceeds to make them popcorn and bake some chocolate chip cookies (Robert’s favorite) before bringing it all into the living room with some apple cider and pulling up the movie on the TV.

🌟 Pajamas donned and snacks at the ready, they proceed to snuggle under a blanket on the couch and watch the movie, Y/N constantly side-eyeing Robert to see if he seems to be enjoying it.

🎅🏼 Towards the end of the movie, Y/N falls asleep against Robert, snuggled into his chest with his arms around her, and it’s the happiest Robert has ever felt, aside of course, from when he and Y/N finally got together.

🎄 When the movie ends, Robert tries not to wake Y/N up, but she surprises him by sleepily asking him, “Did you like it?” with her eyes still closed, and he smiles and gives her a kiss on the head. “I loved it,” Robert replies as he hugs her closer.

❄️ Opening her eyes and turning in his arms, Y/N tells Robert there’s still one thing they need to do. She then proceeds to pull a small bunch of mistletoe out that she had hiding behind the couch cushion.

🌟 Holding the mistletoe above their heads, Y/N leans forward and gives Robert a sweet kiss, but she’s soon dropping it when Robert pulls her into his lap. After a mini make-out session, Y/N pulls back from Robert slightly to look at him.

🎅🏼 “Thank you for letting me force all this on you,” Y/N says to him softly, stroking the nape of his neck as they look at each other with so much love.

🎄 “No,” Robert replies, shaking his head as he gives her an adoring smile. “Thank you for making this the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

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Do you think GF would be better if not for Disney S&P constant meddling? Like we would see Dippy Fresh getting his neck snapped

Eh. As annoying and hilariously stupid as Disney S&P can be, they are a necessary evil/annoyance that needs to be there because at the end of the day, there are restrictions on what a TV show in the demographic Gravity Falls is can show. And S&P is in part there to enforce that.

The problem more so is that S&P takes it way too far and is overly paranoid about stuff that no normal person would think about. They're more worried about angering some overly religious karen somewhere who instantly assumes everything is a dirty joke attacking her beliefs, rather than approving a clever and funny scene or idea for an episode that would be worth dealing with a few angry tweets from boomers with those shitty selfie profile pics (you know...the same folks who reply to news tweets with the worst shit imaginable and have MAGA in their bio, lmao).

But then, the other thing is that this also makes the writers and show crew find creative ways to overcome those restrictions. I think the best example is the infamous "Not S&P approved," joke.

Think about it? If this was just a spin the bottle joke like it originally was gonna be, then it probably wouldn't be as well remembered or discussed. But because S&P forced them to remove it, it made Alex Hirsch decide to make this joke instead which S&P had to approve (given there was no reason for them to not) and that in turn with the story behind it, made it a million times more memorable and funny.

Hell, I'd argue that "Not S&P Approved" is a far funnier and far more memorable joke than any sex joke or swear word uttered in an adult cartoon. Rick and Morty making a joke about giant balls? Forgotten by the end of the episode. Gravity Falls making a joke about Disney censors cause they were not allowed to do a spin the bottle joke? Now that's funny and something I'll remember!

I think for all that's bad about S&P, their existence does make writers find clever ways to slip in jokes like this which make them more funny and memorable. You expect a dirty joke in an adult cartoon, but because a kids cartoon can't directly do it, they have to be creative with it and find ways to hide it in an episode that can pass censors and also go over the head of most kids, while landing for those old enough to get it. I mean, as a kid, there were many jokes in Phineas and Ferb for example that I didn't get, which, when I rewatched the show now that I'm an adult, were hilarious and made me wonder how they got that through. And not just dirty jokes but also jokes that just land when you're old enough to get what it meant...

Hell, even a show like Bluey as of late does that with jokes that go over kids heads but their parents or other adults watching will probably get and have a laugh about. Probably one of my favourites was Bandit and Chilli being clearly hungover but how the show cleverly played the episode out as to make it clear to adults watching what was up, but making a kid watching just assume they're "tired."

That's the point. S&P encourages creativity in terms of telling jokes and pushing the boundaries of what you can get away with. And yeah, I know the whole "they did that in a kids cartoon" bit is super tiresome and can be annoying to hear, but it just makes rewatching these shows all the more fun as you try to see how many things in them you now get that went over your head when you were younger.

That's not me trying to say S&P is all good cause of course, they can be super over the top in terms of what they censor, but at the end of the day, they're something you gotta deal with and if so, might as well find creative ways to tell your story through it.

That is to say, Dippy Fresh should've still been killed! S&P sucks for that!

On the plus side, Alex Hirsch now works at Netflix who doesn't have an S&P...

On the downside...THEY SENT HIS SHOW TO DEVELOPMENT HELL AND HIS DEAL IS BASICALLY NOW THE ROADBLOCK TO ANYTHING NEW FOR GRAVITY FALLS IN A NON BOOK FORM!

Oh wait...I've said too much!

[chelseasdagger]

Behind the Red in My Eyes

Mikey Berzatto x Reader

Summary: Mikey comes home, yet again, exhausted after a long shift at The Beef. You offer him some encouraging words and his favorite touch to unwind.

Warnings: cursing

Author's Note: This is my first entry for @bernthirst-events's Beardthal Bash! I had this idea for a while, but I ended up writing way more plot than was needed oops! I still hope there was enough mention of the beard to count!

Word Count: 2.9k+

Mikey Berzatto took pride in his work. It may not be the most glamorous job, but he put countless hours into the family restaurant that he tries so hard to keep afloat. It’s one of your favorite things about him—how much heart he puts into everything he does.

The only downside is how often you’re stuck missing him while the apartment grows too quiet as the hours pass. You have the schedule of The Beef’s hours ingrained in your mind, tacking on the extra time it takes to close up at night. But all the counting does little to stop the frequent checking of the clock on your phone’s lockscreen.

You were thankful when he worked up the deal with Carmy to split some of the necessary management time at the sandwich shop—if you could call it management time. It would be more truthful to call it “babysitting”, taking into consideration the hotheadedness of the staff. And let's be honest, leaving the restaurant in the hands of Richie Jerimovich? Absolutely not.

But, as much as the Berzatto brothers meant well, this plan didn’t last. It worked for a while, Mikey taking the mornings and helping with opening the store so that around the time that the menu changed, Carmy could come in and work until close. They figured it would be the best way to not overwork themselves but still put a healthy amount of time into their family business.

And then one day it was too busy for Mike to come home. Since then, there hasn’t really been a fix to the original plan. You miss him a lot and definitely wish you could see him more, but you feel so much pride swelling in your chest each time you think of how hard he works for that little brick building. No amount of missing him could outweigh that feeling—or how your face feels as if it might split in two when you sneak into the restaurant and see how happy he is to be there.

Nine times out of ten, you walk in and see his smile brightening the whole room as his infectious laugh fills the air. His eyes would be squinted into thin lines as his head falls back and he clutches his chest for a breath. He always cared about the people and wanted everyone to feel welcome there no matter their background or history. You loved seeing him like this and kept these memories at the front of your mind whenever it got harder to be patient on the long nights alone.

Your phone is in your hand before you can even register it. A habit I need to break, you remind yourself, but your screen shows the time anyway. Quarter after midnight. You place the phone down on the coffee table with a sigh, exchanging it for the book that your friend swore you had to read.

Tucking your finger between the pages and your bookmark, you open up the book and scan the printed words until you can jog your memory of the last thing you read. Once you find your place, you tuck your legs to your chest and lazily tug the blanket down from the back of the couch to cover yourself. It doesn’t take long before your surroundings begin to fade and the words paint a picture in your mind.

You look up from your book at the sound of keys jingling inside the metal deadbolt on your apartment door. What time is it? A second later the door is opening and there stands Mikey. He sighs as he holds onto the doorframe before pressing the toes of one foot to the heel of the other, taking his shoes off before bending down to place them beside the entrance.

When he stands back up you finally get a good look at him in the lamplight. His shoulders are slouched, his whole body a portrait of exhaustion. He’s rubbing his knuckles sleepily at his eyes, setting the keys down on the small table beside him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you call to him as his footsteps gently sound out on the wooden floors. He finally glances over to the couch once he notices you and the smile that stretches over his face is tired, yet genuine.

“Hey, baby,” he whispers back to you. His voice is hoarse, mostly likely due to all the yelling in the chaotic kitchen he’s spent the whole day inside of. It’s almost as if his words are caught in his chest, sounding out deep and warm when he speaks. He makes his way to the couch, leaning over the back of it, and placing a quick peck of his lips on your forehead.

As soon as you feel it, he’s gone, making his way to the kitchen in the next room over. You can immediately tell something is off; Mikey gets quiet after a long day of being the loudest guy in the room, but he’s not usually reserved in his affection towards you.

The blanket you were wrapped up in slowly slides down your chest and onto your lap as you sit up against the arm of the couch. You question whether you should push it, but something in your gut wouldn’t leave it be.

“Mikey? You okay?” you call out towards the kitchen. The sound of him closing cupboards echoes through the space next. He makes his way to the fridge, opening it before leaning inside and scanning the leftovers from the meals you make while he’s out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he responds monotonously, pulling away with a glass container in his hand. The slightly blue lighting shines across his face, illuminating his features in a cold hue. It looks almost intentional, as if to reflect his mood. “What is this?”

“Baked ziti from last night. I’m here for you, Bear, you know that right?” You don’t miss a beat, purposefully choosing not to fall for his distraction of mentioning the food. You watch as he pauses for a moment, setting the food down on the counter and closing the fridge before walking back towards you. You never want to push him or demand he open up to you, but you also want him to know he can lean on you if need be.

A heavy sigh leaves him as he sinks down onto the cushion beside you, one arm resting along the length of the couch, the other propping his head up in his palm. You can see all the evidence of his tiring day of work now that he’s closer to you: the dark grease stains along the bottom of his blue shirt, the marks under his eyes indicating he didn’t sleep enough, the new bandage wrapped around his thumb. All signs point to a draining, most likely not rewarding, day.

Gently reaching out for his wrist, you pull his larger hand into yours. “What happened here?” He moves with you, turning his palm face up as you let your index finger gently trace over his skin. The bandage is uneven, and you can see the faint maroon marking under the tan color.

“Was a uh,” he begins, sighing as he rubs at his eyes with the knuckles of his free hand. “Was an accident. Cousin called me while I was choppin’ onions and, well,” he gestures to his injured thumb. You feel your features change as he speaks, the words painting a clear picture in your head of him in the kitchen as he gets hurt.

“I’m so sorry, Mikey,” you whisper in the small space between the two of you. Your own fingers drag down the inside of his arm, trailing over scars from accidental fryer burns and playing rough outside with Carmy when he was younger. All the little markings on his skin have little stories behind them, and you cherish the boisterous laughter that comes from him when he tells the tales.

“S’alright, baby, happens all the time,” he attempts to reassure you. The tone surrounding his words falls flat and leaves you with the same weariness in your mind. Glancing up at his face, you see the tired lines under his eyes and the way he stares out at nothing while his mind wanders.

Curling your fingers around him tighter, you bring his hand up to your face and place a gentle kiss right under the bandage. It takes him another moment to react due to the other thoughts trailing around in his mind. When he finally glances over, his eyes are fixed on your lips pressing against him, the small peck sending a wave of warmth through him. You continue staring up at him from under your eyelashes; the sigh that leaves him makes his chest deflate when his gaze locks with yours.

“Thank you,” he murmurs softly, a sad smile on his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?” you ask, wanting to try and improve his mood. He twists his back and adjusts himself against the couch.

“Nah, nah, baby, it’s okay. It’ll heal up,” he answers dismissively. It’s clear he didn’t pick up on the other meaning of your question, so you try wording it another way.

“No I didn’t mean the cut, Mikey.” His eyebrows pull together, confusion painted all over his features. “I can see how tired you are,” you continue, watching him sigh again and prepare to defend himself. “I just want to take some of the weight off your shoulders, is all. I’m not gonna say to cut your hours back, I know you can’t do that but…” you find your words trailing off when he reaches up to drag his palm down his face.

“You have to at least take care of yourself,” you whisper the final words as his hand drops to his lap. There’s a silence that lingers over the room and you’re worried you’ve overstepped in suggesting the restaurant being the source of a good portion of his stress.

“You’re right,” he speaks up, and you feel the tension leaving your body almost instantly. “You’re right, I just don’t… think about it?” his tone rises at the end, twisting the sentence into more of a question. His eyes find yours again and you give him a slight nod, wordlessly encouraging him to continue.

“It just… It’s always been the restaurant first, y’know? Like if that goes under then I’ve got nothing left. And then all the things everybody says about me are true.” He finishes the last sentences with an exasperated breath. Your heart sinks at his words, especially after spending one too many family dinners at his mother’s house and hearing how they treat him and his impulsivity. You want to defend him, but choose not to interrupt his venting.

“And nobody in my family knows how to slow down. I mean, shit, look at Carm,” he chuckles dryly as he shakes his head. “Nearly fuckin’ killed himself out in New York. Mom doesn’t have her head screwed on straight, doesn’t know what’s going on half the fuckin’ time. It just—.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his head hanging low in his hands.

There’s a quick sniffle before he’s raking his fingers through his hair roughly. He sits up and stares down at his fingers, anxiously picking at the skin around his nails. Every fiber in your being screams to reach out to him and comfort him, and this time you listen to your instincts.

“Mikey,” you start, gently placing your hand on his forearm and pulling him towards you. His body falls and you feel his weight instantly pressing into your shoulder. Slumped against you like this, his body heat instantly warms up your side and you melt in turn.

“I know you might not know how to take those breaks, but we can work through it together,” you attempt to calm him. “It might not be easy at first but we can just take it one day at a time, yeah?” You glance down at your shoulder to see him staring up at you with half closed eyes. He slowly blinks before finally registering that you asked him a question.

“I like that plan,” he says eventually. His lips part as a yawn takes over and you smile as his eyes scrunch up while his jaw drops open.

“Oh, poor baby…” you chuckle under your breath. His face rests back in his natural position, but his eyes remain shut. He looks so peaceful like this that it makes your heart warm. Admittedly, it’s been too long since you’ve seen him truly relaxed like this. The last few times must’ve been when you were waking up in the night and happened to catch him asleep.

Stolen glances in the middle of the night aren’t enough, you decide. Adjusting your body on the couch, you angle yourself so your back is against the arm of the couch and your legs extend down the length of the cushions. You pull his body between your legs, guiding his head down to rest on your chest.

“You know none of that shit they say is true… right?” you ask softly as you let your fingers trail down his neck and smoothe down his back. He may not look like it, but Mike is one of the biggest suckers for physical touch—specifically cuddling.

He only hums in response, but still you continue. “The restaurant wasn’t a bad idea, baby. I think it’s sweet you kept something in the family name.” You drag your nails down his broad back softly and feel him sigh deeply, the leftover tension finally leaving his body.

“‘M pretty sure you’re the only one who thinks that,” he mumbles out, not bothering to lift his head from you. 

“I swear to god the next time Uncle Lee, or whoever, opens their god damn mouth I’m gonna be the one to throw a fork.” The next thing you feel is Mikey’s laughter shaking you, his rumbly chuckle sounding out in the quiet room. You let yourself smile at the pleasant sound, pressing your fingers into the junction where his neck meets his shoulders. With each push of your fingertips, you try to get rid of those pesky knots of stress that his body is unconsciously clinging on to.

“Seriously though,” you start again, wrapping your arms around his head this time, “we’ll figure it all out. I just want you to rest for now.” You tilt your head down and press your lips to the top of his head. You shut your eyes and try to focus on this moment: the feeling of his body weighing on your torso, his hot breath gently fanning over your arm, his scent relaxing you with each inhale you take.

You let your fingers wander, scratching your nails around his scalp under his hair. There’s a raspy groan that leaves him next and the sound has butterflies​​ suddenly coming to life in your stomach. A giggle slips out from between your lips as you ask, “Feels that good?”

Something bumps the side of your palm as you continue to play with his hair and you reach for it blindly. You try your hardest not to let disappointment wash over you as you stare at the cigarette between your fingers.

“I thought we weren’t doing this anymore, Mikey bear,” you speak in a whisper. A little less than a week ago, Mike decided to stop smoking and using drugs. You knew he could do it but you also knew how big of a step he was taking, so you tried giving as much support as you could offer. He tilts his head up at your voice and looks at you with confusedly. He glances down at the tightly rolled paper in your grasp before shaking his head gently.

“That’s from this morning, baby. Cousin offered it when he clocked in and I didn’t want to say no and have him asking a bunch of fuckin’ questions,” he explains exasperatedly. “But no, I-I didn’t smoke today.” His words are bathed with sincerity even through the tired rasp of his tone.

Your face lights up instantly, pride swelling in your chest once you realize that he kept his promise to you—his promise to himself. You can’t even imagine how difficult it must be to cut everything out like that, but you know he’s going to feel better in the long run because of it.

“I’m so, so proud of you,” you whisper as your fingers brush down his sideburns and begin to smooth out over his beard. “You’re doing so much and I see it.” You worry your words fall flat, but you also know how sometimes all you want is for someone to say that they notice the work you’re doing.

“Thank you.” You believe for a second that you imagined the words due to the barely audible breath that surrounds them. He reaches up to hold your wrist before turning his head to kiss the back of your hand. Sweet moments like this make your heart melt for him and how gentle he can be. There’s not much else to say so the both of you sit in silence, comforted by the presence of the other.

Your nails drag along the short hair that decorates his jaw and you watch his eyes flutter close for the last time. As you wrap your other arm across his chest and pull him closer, you smile at the sound of his soft snores filling the air. The ends of his facial hair tickle your fingertips but you continue gently scratching, wanting to give him a comforting touch to fall into an even deeper sleep.

“Rest up, baby boy,” you whisper as you kiss his head one final time.

[ponyosmom35]

bookshelves and dinner

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter twenty five

synopsis: simon helps reader build a bookshelf, to thank him for his work she tries to make him a special dinner, which does not turn out the way she hoped.

Liability:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

“Si no, you don’t have to do that” she refuses crossing her arms

“I want to” he shrugs as he opens the massive box containing her bookshelf and takes out the individual items, organizing them. 

“I feel bad-”

“Why would you feel bad? Its no problem” 

“I do appreciate it, I was in way over my head with this”

“Thats why you have me” he smiles, she laughs and wraps her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek 

She was thrilled by the idea, but had admitted that she had little to no knowledge about carpentry. Simon, with his patient demeanor, assured her that he would guide her through the process. 

As Simon unpacked the tools and laid out the wooden planks, she gazed at the pile of materials with a mix of excitement and confusion. "Where do we start?" she asked, slightly intimidated by the task at hand.

Simon chuckled, "No worries, love. We'll take it step by step." He began reading the instructions.

Throughout the day, she attempted to contribute offering a pair of spare hands if necessary. Simon, with his gentle guidance and encouragement, turned the shelf-building session into a conversation about their most embarrassing moments. Laughing as she described how she passed out after someone drew her blood once in medical school. 

As the day progressed, the bookshelf began to take shape. Simon's strong and steady hands worked tirelessly, making precision cuts and securing the wooden pieces together. 

By the evening, the massive shelf stood proudly in the middle of her library, ready to house her beloved book collection. She marveled at the finished product, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. Simon, wiping sweat from his brow, smiled. 

She realized one thing about him that day, not only was he so sexy when he built things for her, but his love language was clearly acts of service. He enjoyed doing things to help her. Her heart swelled as for what he didn’t say through his words, he showed through his actions. 

"Thank you, Simon," she said, genuinely touched by his efforts. 

Simon hugged her, "anytime love, why don’t we get your books on here?”

As they arranged the books together, she couldn't help but appreciate not only the sturdy shelf that now adorned her new library but also the patient and caring man who stood before her. Helping her place the books in a color-coordinated system. 

After building the bookshelf together, she wanted to thank Simon by making him dinner. Unfortunately, her cooking skills didn't match her enthusiasm, and she ended up with a mess in the kitchen. Feeling upset, she couldn't hide her disappointment.

Simon, noticing her frustration, stepped in to help. He reassured her that everything was okay and suggested they work together to salvage the situation. She was relieved and slightly embarrassed, as she took a break while Simon took charge of the kitchen.

"Let's turn this around together," Simon said placing a hand on her shoulder, rolling up his sleeves. 

She sighed tears of frustration filling her eyes. "I wanted to surprise you but I think I messed it up."

Simon chuckled and placed a kiss on her head. "Hey don’t do that, baby you’re fine. We'll figure it out, just talk to me"

She explained her vision, and Simon began to assess the situation, skillfully turning the chaotic scene into a more organized cooking space.

As they worked side by side, She couldn't help but express her disappointment. "I really wanted this to be special."

Simon smiled. "It already is special, love. This is 5 star dining compared to the shit that's served on base"

She laughs at the memory of the meals she had on base and sniffles. "there's that smile"

Once the meal was ready, they sat down to eat. feeling a bit guilty, started to apologize again. However, Simon stopped her with a warm smile.

"Listen, love, there's no need for apologies. I enjoyed helping with the bookshelf, and now I'm happy to take care of dinner. You don't have to do everything perfectly. I'm here because I want to be, not because of what you can or can't do."

She looked at Simon, appreciating his understanding. "But you deserve to be taken care of too," she insisted.

Simon chuckled.  you've given me everything I could ever ask for just by being here. I appreciate your effort, but it's not about what you can or can't do. It's about us being together and enjoying each other's company."

She takes a bite of the perfectly grilled steak and looks at him in shock, holding her hand over her mouth. She'd never been a fan of red meats, however this was a masterpiece.

"how is it?" he asks

"this is the best steak I've ever had"

"It's a gift" he smirks

"how are you so good at everything?" she asks in shock

"remains to be seen"

"this is delicious"

"thank you love, name any dish and I'll make it for you"

As they shared a simple yet heartwarming meal, she realized that Simon cherished the simple moments they spent together more than any grand gesture. Their laughter echoed in the kitchen, turning what started as a kitchen mishap into a precious moment with the man she loved. 

Tag list:@vivi123abc

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Port Mafia Brothers AU

Aka Bsd except Akutagawa and Dazai have a good sibling relationship.

Akutagawa and Dazai bake together. Well Dazai doesn’t exactly bake, he’s still banned from doing any manner of baking and cooking.

For several reasons.

So his job is to read out the instructions to Akutagawa and pass him the ingredients. Akutagawa learned to cook from Odasuku but for baking he’s practically self taught.

Cooking was a necessary life skill to learn but baking was the first time Akutagawa allowed himself a luxury. He doesn’t need to know how to bake as he does to cook, but he wants too.

He loves the idea of gifting his friends things they like and what’s a better gift than food.

Dazai absolutely encouraged him even if he had no idea how to help. He perches himself on a chair, cookbook in hand and is the best baking but also not assistant in the world.

They work well together.

Dazai can calm Akutagawa down when he’s overwhelmed and Akutagawa keeps Dazai entertained. They both camp out beside the oven together to watch their creations rise to life.

And Dazai is weirdly good at frosting and decorating so he happily takes the role. And also makes it his mission to lick the spoon before Akutagawa stops him.

Chuuya: Hey thanks kid takes the cupcake.

Dazai: mischievous grin I helped

Chuuya pauses mid bite and Akutagawa reassures him that Dazai didn’t do any of the actual baking. Chuuya sighs in relief and happily eats while Dazai pouts.

Dazai: He didn’t need to know that.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ CG The Postal Dude ໒ ˚⁎

Hi! Is it possible I could get Caregiver headcannons for the Postal Dude, specifically Postal 3 Dude! Please and thank you and I understand if not 💖

•The Postal Dude's sense of humor is as twisted as his surroundings, so expect a lot of sarcastic remarks and dark humor, even when he's trying to be caring. He might say something like, "Well, kiddo, I guess taking care of you is the least messed up thing I'll do today," but there's genuine affection beneath his rough exterior

•Growing up and living in such a chaotic environment, the Postal Dude isn't your typical caregiver. He might soothe you with unconventional means, like letting you smash some things or play with a flamethrower (safely, of course). In his mind, letting you blow off steam is a good way to calm down

•The Postal Dude's version of caregiving often involves tough love. He’s more likely to encourage you to "toughen up" rather than offer soft, comforting words. However, he'll always have your back when things get rough, ready to step in if you need him

•Despite his laid-back attitude and tendency to let chaos unfold, the Postal Dude is fiercely protective. If anyone or anything poses a threat to you, they’ll quickly learn that the Postal Dude is not someone to mess with. He’ll deal with threats in his own brutal, over-the-top way !!

•He knows the world around him is messed up, and he won’t try to shield you from it. Instead, he’ll help you navigate it, offering advice like, "Just remember, kid, the world’s a dumpster fire, but that doesn’t mean you can’t roast marshmallows on it !"

•Survival Skills : The Postal Dude teaches you survival skills in this chaotic world. Whether it’s how to dodge crazy neighbors, find food in the most unlikely places, or defend yourself when necessary, he’s passing down all his hard-earned knowledge. He sees it as preparing you for reality

•Life with the Postal Dude isn’t filled with luxuries. His idea of comfort might be finding a relatively clean spot to rest or securing a meal that doesn’t come from a dumpster. But in his own way, he tries to make things better for you, even if it’s just ensuring you have something to eat and a place to sleep

•The Postal Dude might not be great at traditional bonding activities, but he’ll involve you in whatever he’s doing, whether it’s running errands, causing mayhem, or just lounging around the trailer. These shared experiences, though unconventional, are his way of spending time with you

•The Postal Dude doesn’t sugarcoat things. He’ll be brutally honest with you, even if it’s not what you want to hear. In his view, it’s better to face reality head-on. This can be jarring, but it’s also strangely reassuring because you know he’ll never lie to you

•Beneath his rough exterior, there are moments where the Postal Dude shows unexpected softness. Maybe it’s a rare, genuine compliment or a small gesture like giving you his jacket when it’s cold. These moments are fleeting but meaningful, showing that he does care in his own strange way

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[intercourse-and-the-metropolis]

Lack of Dick at Airport "London"

London: A city where there is no conversation without the question of "What brings you here?". Nobody is a Londoner, and that's what makes them Londoners - the core belief that this city is just a transit point, almost like an airport. "Have you taken off yet?"

There is such detachment from the city, from its venues and areas, and from other people. There are no more places to go, there are events; and there is no more people to meet, there are strangers.

Has it always been this way? Probably not. Nothing is ever the same, and older London alumni will tell you of vibrancy and noise and lifelong connections. And you are left wondering: In this day and age, in this airport with a great underground transit system, how does one get to know other passengers? How does one take off?

Recently I have taken upon me the pursuit of conversations with strangers. I put on a nice outfit, a radiant smile, and my sexy Mediterranean accent - and off I go! In these pursuits, I have realised a couple things:

Firstly, never forget that you are a Londoner too. You are just as detached as they are. Put the phone away, make eye contact, look approachable, throw in a smile, pray under your breath.

Secondly, no matter how good the conversation was, an Instagram exchange will lead to nothing. Unless it is a desperate older man, where any social media or number exchange will lead to frequent calls - and anywhere else that would be fine for a quick dilf fuck, but never forget that you are in London and they will get you if they can.

And lastly, distrust is a melted sugar upon us all, a sticky layer on all interaction, a sensation that keeps you on the edge of a flinch. Obviously, we all must ask whether we find a person we just met trustworthy, but it's striking how much time you spend thinking whether you seem trustworthy to others in this city. You can't just go up to a group at the pub and greet them, they will think you are crazy! In order to seem at the very least sane, you must, above all, make it seem like you would not have intended to have a conversation unless circumstances made it necessary, and then go from there. "Since we are already here" type of vibe. Portray this with enough confidence, and they will just accept that the circumstance made it necessary, even if it didn't. Never forget that you are in London, a city full of events and circumstances!

These lessons are great, I know, but they beg the question: what happens afterwards? You have talked and drank and exchanged socials - how do you get from there to sex?

For a generation with such instant access to anything that strokes your penis, we have very little sex with each other. Nobody makes a move, a real, practical, time-and-place move, because there are so many other potential moves to make! Even the choosing of a stranger is commitment!

Looking at my newly accumulated instagram followers, I wondered: Is this a graveyard of potential matches or a list of people I played the social game of courting with? Either way, is our ego fed? Have we done our duty, our due diligence, for an evening, and can go back to the lonely daydream of potential?

Potential - or the idea of it - is such a comfort in a city of strangers, where we are vary of active pursuit, others' and our own. But time passes, and body and soul have needs, and you go back to what you know. An ex. Another ex. Maybe perhaps an old situationship. No progress. Paralysis. Silence in the graveyard. Stagnation.

"Have you taken off yet?" I strongly encourage you to!

[soapoet]

PJO pick-a-card reading

Thalia Grace; How to be brave

this anon requested a reading for guidance and encouragement to harness the bravery needed to pursue dreams and desires in earnest without fear.

01.

When you face challenges, or come upon opportunities that speak to you but fear and anxiety speak louder, focus on what is on the other side of that which you dread. Who is the version of you that managed to overcome this? What does their life look like? What aspects have changed for the better? Then push yourself beyond the first, second and third save point. It becomes easier to move forward when you're looking to the horizon when what lies in your immediate surroundings frightens you or makes you hesitant. Treating scary steps as though you are just passing through on your way elsewhere will help you through it. Making that phone call, sending that text message or email may be a little nerve-wracking, but if you focus in the moment only on the purpose of it and the outcome rather than worrying about your wording, the reception, and whatever else your nerves may conjure up, you will get through the daunting task with more ease. After all, you're only passing through.

Another thing to note is that what works for others may not work for you, and this makes you no anomaly. It's normal, and you are not flawed. We all come upon situations and circumstances wherein the tried and true simply does not compute. Do not underestimate your problem solving abilities, and do not sell yourself short. Sometimes it is only you who truly understands the nuance and intricacies of your challenges, the potential consequences, and applying a one-size-fits-all solution could work against what it is that you want.

When your soul yearns for independence, act independently. Sometimes you must do what you must, even if the odds are stacked against you and the crowd is booing, not cheering. Prove them wrong. Choose to live the life you wish to lead regardless of the naysayers and their ideas of what is best for you. And remember that changing your mind is okay. If today your best life looks different from what it will look like a week from now, you are not wishy-washy, undecided, unreliable or incompetent, but a human being experiencing a change of heart and mind, generating new ideas and finding your own way. Your dreams are only as unrealistic as you consent others to judge them.

02.

You really ought to give laughing in the face of fear a try. It might just be menacing enough to scare it right back. Even if you already find yourself rather capable, you still do not give yourself enough credit, and you could easily push yourself further. You may hold back sometimes when you're caught up in worries about the consequences or the prospect of wasting time, but you could truly harness fear as a fuel. The life you wish to lead, once achieved, could inspire others and keep them from paralysis by uncertainty. Train yourself to say yes more often, and jump in head first precisely when you feel yourself hesitate and think you can't do it. Because you can. Within reason, it's perfectly okay to be a little reckless.

The journey should be equally revered as the destination itself, and it is the journey which has much to teach you. The more you leap into free fall to seize opportunities that further your pursuit of what you want, the less scary that dive into the unknown becomes, until it's not very frightening at all. When you feel doubtful of whether you're even headed in the right direction, continue onwards still, because chances are you have wonders and treasure troves of experience and knowledge to uncover from right where you are at the time and just around the corner. You can make necessary adjustments and changes along the way without fretting so much about whether it's the best choice. Fear of failure or a phobia of square one is only as scary as you let it affect you, and you can make use of that fear as motivation to fuel your pursuit of your goals.

Keep in mind that you don't need to be perfect right away. Everybody faces some trial and error, and there are many things we can only learn along the way, things exist which we couldn't have prepared for, so don't be so hard on yourself and think you don't have a green light because your plan is vague at best and missing information. The more you journey onwards and allow yourself to choose to live life as you desire every step of the way, the more times you'll face these trials which test your ability and tenacity to always choose what is in your best interest and aligned with your wishes, and the easier it becomes to work around push yourself to go and trust that you can handle whatever curveballs are thrown your way.

03.

Considering what all you've been through, you're already quite brave, though you give yourself no such credit, do you? Media often shows bravery in the extremes, and for someone so gentle it may feel outlandish to give yourself such a title. But bravery can be quiet, and it can be found in the smallest acts of kindness and our little sacrifices for the peace and comfort of others. When we taken on burdens of our fellow people, we are as brave as we are strong and kind, taking on more than our fair share.

You may struggle finding a spot in the sun amongst others, and worry you take up too much space or cast a shadow on another. Pursuing the things you wish upon yourself can often be an afterthought because you think so heavily on your duties of being there for others first, and get hung up on imagined chain reactions, paralysed by the idea that your moves may step on toes or simply allow you to share a spotlight with those you find more deserving. You should be kinder to yourself. And perhaps your best bet would be to embrace the shadows and work towards your goals quietly. When you're already fighting your own doubts, you should keep some things secret lest you invite the conscious or subconscious doubts of others into the mix. At least you stand a chance against just yours, so don't add more players to the opposing team before you're well on your way to achieve your goals and have something to show for to weed out any semblance of doubt in others before they grow roots.

If you have trouble taking the first step towards your desires, consider riding the dopamine waves from smaller, even more mundane achievements, and let it be the wind in your sails. Listen to guidance and ask for help when you need it, but know that you need not let it overrule your own ideas of how to proceed. Just as with tarot, take what resonates and leave what does not, and always trust your inner guidance. Your journey is yours, and the life you wish to lead should be built by your own hand to have your unique fingerprints on it, so fret not if you wish to do things differently than others who already have their success stories. Remember that there is no rush and you can take things one step at a time. You will always be equally behind and ahead of others so never worry that it's too late for you to do something. The impact of your achievements upon others who have and are struggling like you can yield priceless inspiration, so that they, too, may decide to follow their dreams because you showed them you could and they could too.

[mrbexwrites]

Author Ask Tag

Tagged by @mjparkerwriting here, then @talesofsorrowandofruin here, and then again by @the-golden-comet here

Answering this for Mavis' story arc, as she's been spending a lot of time in my thoughts at the moment:

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?: If there is a lesson, I didn't mean to include it. I don't build my stories around a lesson or a theme; I tend to focus on the characters and build around them. But for Mavis, the lesson is probably something akin to 'just because your parents tell you something is right, doesn't mean it is' or 'you need to make your own mind up, rather than relying on blind faith'.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?: I usually take pinches of media I've consumed in the past. I consumed a lot of urban fantasy/Sci Fi as a teen (think Buffy, Supernatural, Farscape, Battlestar Galactica, Star Trek etc etc) as well as reading loads of Terry Pratchett and traditional/high fantasy. So I've probably taken pinches of all of these and added elements to my own writing.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?: Mavis starts her arc as an outcast, having displeased her father, who is the leader of her group of demon hunters. She wants to earn his approval and get back into the group, but I decided that wasn't a good idea, so I pulled the rug out from under her feet. She has to face her own biases and assumptions that she's grown up with. I want readers to know that you can learn to be a better person. Just because you've done something shitty in the past, this shouldn't define you. You can be better, and learn from your mistakes.

How many chapters is your story going to have?: Confession time- I don't write in chapters. I write continuously, and then break down my scenes into chapters when I'm editing. Therefore, I have no idea how many chapters that I have.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?: Original content, and I'll probably post it onto Wattpad.

When did you start writing?: I've always sort of written silly stories for myself, and started writing my first proper full length novel when I was about 15. I started to take my writing seriously* during the pandemic. *When I say 'seriously' I mean that I've actively tried to improve and hone this skill with the hope of sharing my WIPs, rather than just hoarding them in my google docs folder!

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?: Other, better, writers than me have wiser words to share when it comes to advice. But that said, find the advice that works for you. What works for others won't necessary work for you. By all means, give it a try, but if it doesn't serve you, then just let it go and find something that does.

Passing the tag onto @spideronthesun @cowboybrunch @sarahlizziewrites @queen-tashie @museandquill @jmhwritesstuff @tpbwrites and leaving an open tag for anyone who'd like to share