#he is very persistent 😮‍💨

[johaerys-writes]

Cat-owners of elderly cats, do you find that your cats get clingier as they age? Mine definitely has, but idk if it's a general phenomenon 🤔

[renlyslittlerose]

Have loved all your prompts so far I am eating them uppp 😮‍💨❤️

Thought I’d drop one here to add to your list! How about through some holocron force fuckery, Obi-Wan and Anakin meet another version of Anakin. (He can be Sith, a Good Boy™ or anything really) Two is better than one right? 😁

Ahhh, thank you!!! So glad you're enjoying them!

I went a little silly with this one. What happens after all this, is up for you to imagine~

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“This is fascinating,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“No, it’s not,” Anakin said.

“It kind of is,” the other Anakin replied.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Reports had come in to the Council of a disturbance in the Force on a planet that had once housed a Sith community during the Old Republic. Locals had complained of strange energy fluctuations that were causing power outages, tremors in the earth, and even the sound of fractured voices in the wind. While nothing too concerning, it had caused the community enough sleepless nights that they finally decided to call for aid.

When Anakin and Obi-Wan arrived they were barely able to disembark their ship, before the mayor and his associates quickly shuttled off to the site of the old Sith village. Centuries of soil had covered most of the buildings, the mounds of earth the only hint that there had been any civilization there at all. Except for the giant temple, that was. It jutted out of the earth like a skeletal hand, blackened by fire and made to glint like onyx beneath the twin suns above.

Both Obi-Wan and Anakin couldn’t help but recoil beneath its shadow. Anakin had half a mind to ask why the villagers chose to live so close to something so malevolent feeling, but then realized that they probably couldn’t sense it. Not like a Jedi could. Shaking off their discomfort, they proceeded into the temple, Obi-Wan pausing every so often to study the writings engraved on the walls, while Anakin headed steadfast toward whatever was making his insides itch.

And there, sitting on a pedestal was a Sith holocron.

Later on, Anakin would explain what he did next was because of a lack of sleep and a persistent headache that had been distracting him since they landed on the planet. But in truth, Anakin touched the holocron because it was shiny.

Everything went black after that, but when Anakin woke up back on the ship, he was greeted with a familiar face.

His own.

“You seem to have duplicated,” Obi-Wan mused as he looked between the two. “Only, you’re from a different point in time.”

He pointed to the second Anakin - the impostor Anakin. He was dressed in Anakin’s old Padawan robes, his hair styled with the braid that Anakin had long since cut off. His eyes were still bright, skin unblemished, the scars both internal and external not having taken root just yet. Anakin despised him. He was innocent in a way that Anakin wished he could still be; excited for the future, free from the terrible loss of his mother and what would come during the war.

But what made Anakin really, truly mad about his presence, was how sweet he was being to Obi-Wan. And how sweet Obi-Wan was being in return.

“Do you think it’s time travel, Master?” Padawan Anakin asked.

“He had no idea what it is,” Anakin replied. “He’s just making it up.”

Obi-Wan sent him a soft glare. “Do you have any theories then, Anakin?”

Anakin didn’t, but that wouldn’t stop him from opening his mouth just to prevent Impostor Anakin from answering. “I think it’s less time travel, and more like… a rift. In time.”

“That’s time travel,” Padawan Anakin said.

The impostor kept giving Anakin looks like he was deeply disappointed in who he’d become. In contrast, he was giving Obi-Wan very different looks. It was demure - almost bashful. He kept looking up at Obi-Wan through his lashes, fluttering them now and again as he ducked his head in mock deference.

It was like he was fawning over Obi-Wan. His Master.

Anakin never looked at Obi-Wan like that. At least, he didn’t think he did?

Did he?

Crossing his arms, Anakin sent Impostor Anakin an equally unimpressed look. When he glanced back at Obi-Wan, he was still inspecting the pair like they were something to be broken open and examined more closely.

“Is there a way to send him back,” Anakin said, nodding his head toward the pitiful Padawan next to him.

“Oh, I’ve no doubt the secret lies in the holocron,” Obi-Wan replied. He picked up the bag the holocron had been stuffed into, and Anakin’s stomach twisted. “I read about some of the old initiation rights the Sith used to perform. Some of them mentioned facing one’s old self and defeating them, so that you could continue forward, unshackled by the memories of the past. In essence - one had to kill the supposed weak part of their past, so as to flourish in the present. Perhaps they meant that literally.”

Anakin sort of liked the idea of that...

“Whatever it is, I’ve no doubt you’ll figure it out, Master,” Padawan Anakin said.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks went a dark shade of red, and he set the holocron back down. “Yes, well, thank you, Anakin.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Force take me.”

“You need to have more faith in your Master,” Padawan Anakin said to Anakin. He glared at Anakin, an embarrassingly familiar pout pressing down on his lips. No wonder Obi-Wan never took him seriously in an argument. “He is a wise man, and you - we - were lucky to have trained under him.”

Anakin hadn’t woken up. He was convinced he was living in a nightmare. This couldn’t be true.

Sending Impostor Anakin a glare, Anakin turned back to Obi-Wan. “Can we have a moment? Alone?” Before Obi-Wan could reply, Anakin grabbed his elbow and dragged him out of the room. When they were stopped, Anakin noted Obi-Wan had an amused smile on his lips. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, quite the contrary,” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle.

“We could have seriously screwed up the time-line continuum,” Anakin hissed.

“No. You could have. I had nothing to do with this.”

Anakin’s glare deepened. Obi-Wan’s smile only widened. “You’re an ass.”

"Watch yourself, Anakin. I could choose to send you back."

"And doom your past self to me?"

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Doom myself? My my, you've got a dower view of yourself."

"You're an ass," he repeated.

Obi-Wan continued to smile his silly little smile.

[pinkchrissysposts]

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[ilylovelyz]

I want to know your SFW and NSFW headcanons for Sakusa<33

sakusa sfw & nsfw headcannons - i made a slowburn fic about him that very much explains what i think sakusa is like before and during the first weeks of a relationship!! i recommend reading it just for more insight <3

sfw

keep it a buck you 100% have to ask him out first

if you dont then it'll never happen bc hes a scaredy cat

i think that sakusa would date someone who is the opposite of him

yk outgoing and leading

i feel like a way his s/o would interest him is obviously if they are clean and good with hygiene too, just like how sakusa took an interest with ushijima

but his s/o, who is like a ball of sunshine like hinata, will first annoy him

he'll be like "shut up" or just like just despise ur presence because ur just a total opposite

but then he'll see ur cleaning skills or do something that has him giving you his total respect

at first he's like very standoffish towards you, only really responding to you with short answers

he's almost curious in the way you are so insistent, your hardworking attitude has him always on his feet

it takes a long while, but he'll eventually come to accept you as a "friend"

he almost admires the way you are so persistent and always positive, so will eventually long for you at his side to lead him

youll obvi have to ask him out first, seeing as he wasnt getting the hint with your light flirting and teasing

he'll definitely surprised, and definitely asks you to give him time and think about it

after like a week of "thinking," he'll accept, a light blush across his cheeks as he mutters out a shy "yes."

hes not much for dates, but he'll take you out because he's a gentleman and knows that dates are necessary for a thriving relationship

he doesn't take you to the mall or whatever, i see him actually preferring quiet activities such as picnics or painting

not much of a romantic, but he'll like to intertwine pinkies 😊😊

erm if its a full train ride then you'll be the one shielding him from the other passengers sorry 😪

i see him liking it when the two of you just hang out at each other's homes, i feel like for some reason he'd help you clean ur room??

if he sees something that reminds you of him he'll actually buy it and "nonchalantly" give it to you as a gift <3

as your relationship grows over time, i see him becoming more protective and clingy to you

the first couple of months he was still somewhat closed off to you

but after the 5th month mark, his affection and adoration towards you is all but unknown

sometimes he'll kiss you in public, a soft kiss, one thats a little long but a little short that has you wanting more

no more pinky intertwining, it was exchanged for full hand holding 😜

type of "private but not secret" relationship

he'll pull you aside before his games or class and wrap his arms around your waist and lean his head into your shoulder just for a moment of silence and rest

and before he will leave he'll plant a soft kiss onto your forehead cuz hes a sicko like that 😒😒😒😒😮‍💨💔

sometimes he'll look in your direction before spiking as to see if you're watching before he destroys the other team, otherwise he's completely focused on his game because volleyball is still his priority unfortunately

i dont really see him dropping things for his s/o, but will rather make plans with you very ahead of time so that way he can have plans with you regardless of his schedule

for what it's worth, i see him kinda liking it when you match with him

i see him just going alone with your flow because you seem to know what you're doing in the relationship, and it works out nicely anyways

theres not many arguments or disagreements about anything cuz u pretty much have the same interests and views as him

little shopping dates, cart full with aesthetic cleaning supplies and snacks <3

yk i kinda see him being jealous easily but at the same time i dont

he's more jealous about people being more open and having the ability to make you laugh

but you seem dumbfounded at his worries, because he makes you laugh all the time!!!

doesnt worry about you cheating at all cuz he thinks worrying about that stuff is useless and stupid because theres no reason to doubt you

he's more worried if you're going to leave him tho, but he really only thinks that late at night when he's in his feels :(

but his negative thoughts are quickly disappearing when its like 3am and ur responding to his "are u awake" messages in less than a millisecond with a "yeah, wanna call? i miss you </3"

aw i see him lending you his volleyball jersey/jacket while he plays he actually thinks its cute

nsfw

maybe he's always stressed because he's sexually frustrated? 🤔

he hates masturbating, just because he doesn't like how dirty it feels

before you, he rarely did

he still didnt at the beginning of the relationship

but after the first kiss, he felt the strange familiar tingle in his core

yeah bro is so touch starved he got horny just with a kiss 😭

later that night of the first kiss, he was aggressively tugging at his cock, biting his lip till it bled cuz you just made him so horny :/

kissing is always a sweet thing for sakusa, because he likes the tenderness and the nice warm feeling it gives him

which is why he usually only kisses you when it's just the two of you because its when he's completely soft and himself

at first, he's really nervous and stiff while kissing you, and trembling?

but omg this guy learns really fast

because when his hands are wrapped tightly around your waist, his lips moving so deliciously against yours, it can only make you think "oh wow"

ah his kisses are so nice thats all i can say

after the 6th month mark, he'll eagerly and almost unknowingly turn what was a sweet peck on the lips into a full blown makeout session

its almost pleasurable, the way he applies the right amount of pressure while holding you in his arms, his kisses have you out of breath and you almost cant keep up with him anymore

the first time you had sex with him, he was so nervous

the virgin in him felt like a little boy all over again, awestruck at the discovery of a female's bare body

he was so infatuated with your body, worshiping it and touching you as if you were fine china

you felt so amazing, your lips so soft around his cock, he swears jacking off ≠ you

he felt so embarrassed with the way he came so quickly when you gave him a blowjob

he also didn't really know it, but according to you, he had a big dick

he was a little flabbergasted when you told him that 😭 maybe a little mortified too

oh god the moment he felt ur pussy walls around him it was over

he couldnt even keep himself up, eyes clamped shut at the vice grip your tight cunt had on him

you just felt so good around him

after the first time, he'll quickly want another second

though it took awhile, but he eventually mustered up the courage to politely ask you to have sex with him again 😭

although he didnt say it out right, the way he was stiff on his knees, lips in a visible pout and cheeks having a twinge of red it was obvious what he wanted

the first few times he had sex with you, he would focus on your pleasure rather than his, because the perfectionist within him had him wanting to know all of your weaknesses and soft spots

and learn quickly he did, almost becoming your own personal sex god after a few times of doing it with him

yk i see him being into naughty things 😏

i think the "normal" guy within him would have you pulled aside somewhere public, fingers pumping inside your cunt, his free hand underneath your shirt, fondling your breasts

to top it all of, he'll lean down to nibble on your earlobe, mumbling a teasing "you have to be quiet, you don't want them catching us do you..?"

he doesn't like quickes because he thinks they are unromantic, but occasionally he'll fuck you dumb in a bathroom stall if it calls for it

please if you wear nothing but his shirt he'll very much devour you

he's fucked you multiple times with you wearing only his shirt

the way his shirt just drowns your much smaller frame has him going crazy on you

he doesn't know what it is, but it's very much of a turn on for him

he's into anal 🌚

it wasnt something you discovered until almost two years into your relationship

he thinks its so erotic and dirty it never fails to make him blush hard

he has a smart mouth during sex 😒

"look at how wet you are, it's all over the sheets, you like it this much?" he'll say with a feigned annoyed expression, but the way his cock twitches at the way you practically drool all over him shows it all

he loves it when you sit in his lap, your back against his chest while he lifts you up and down his cock

since your pleasure is his, he'll go down on you as much as you want him to

sometimes the two of you will be just making out and his hand will sneak down underneath your panties and fuck you on his fingers for hours <3

hes so this video ☺️

okay, he's very much careful with sex

he always has a condom in his wallet, he'll always wear a condom, hes careful

but

he couldnt help the way he came so hard when you two first did it raw :(

he practically humped himself like a bunny against you, so pussydrunk on you 💔

he couldnt help it 😣 u just feel so good around him afterall

[seenoversundown]

Allure : Part Two

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !! (IT'S SO SEXY GUYS) Oral (M & F receiving) Penetrative Sex (it is unprotected but wrap it up- do as I say, not as they do!) VERY Suggestive Language, Possibly not the safest of sexy activities 👀(this is fiction-don't try things at home okay?) some cute as hell aftercare and per usual, some silly little jokes.

Word Count: 3k

Summary: As they're on their way home from the lake, Jake is a little too eager about the days events. So, they make a familiar pit stop to get some energy out.

Author's Note: PART TWO IS HERE AND BOY IS SHE FIIIIIIINE 🤭 Not going to lie, I was making myself blush writing this one! They just match each other's freak a little too well or whatever that saying is. Happy Tuesday 😮‍💨😉

It Will Come Back - Hozier "Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back."

After being the last ones to leave— as you can imagine, he had to make sure no one forgot anything, so we started the trip home. 

We spent most of the day staring longingly at each other from a distance, and we both had a tough time once we got to be together, which is why I’m now suffering in the passenger's seat, just watching him as he drives. 

His little sunburnt cheeks, paired with the sunglasses perched on his nose, only loosely distract me from his completely unbuttoned shirt. A thing I’ve loved since I met him is the fact he always has his chest exposed. I can always see it to some degree, and the necklaces that always sit there to compliment it.  I see the goosebumps on his skin from the air conditioning. The way he drives with only his left hand so the right can stay on my thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing, which I know he’s doing mindlessly, but it’s making any thought I have foul. 

I found myself glancing down at his legs, hard to avoid the fact of how incredibly short the shorts were when he was sitting down, leaving almost no room for imagination. It reminded me how lucky I am that I don’t have to imagine what’s underneath. I’ll thank my lucky stars for that. 

“Are your parents at the lake house by any chance?” He asks, bringing me back to earth. 

“I don’t think so,” I tell him, “Why?”

He hands his phone to me, “Can you put in the address?” 

Looking at him for a second before taking it, “Okay?” Glancing down at his lock screen, oh my heart. One of the many pictures he’s snuck of me, sitting across from him with my head in my hand as I lovingly stared at him. He’s the cutest man on the planet, I swear. I genuinely don’t think there’s anybody who compares. 

I typed the address into Maps and handed it back to him. 

“Why are we going there?” I ask quietly. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says; his free hand found mine, patting it a few times before lacing his fingers into mine. The longer I look at him, the harder he fights a smile. 

“No, there’s a reason,” I persist, “tell meee!” 

He just shakes his head as the pink on his cheeks deepens. Oh, what a little shit.  His thumb rubs against my knuckles, only slightly distracting me. 

“Oh, never mind; I know why.” 

He cocks an eyebrow, glancing over at me for a second, “Do you now?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum, gently tracing the veins in his hand. Following the one that runs down into his wrist. “Someone’s a little eager today, hmm?” I love nothing more than to get him riled up. 

“What if I just have to pee?” He argues. Poorly, to be clear, he giggles while avoiding looking over at me.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I tease. Turning in my seat to face him more, propping my elbows up on the center console between us. Deciding that maybe if I lay it on thick, he won’t be able to deny his little plan. 

“Hey you,” he whispers. He pulls me closer to him and turns quickly to kiss me, almost missing my mouth entirely. 

“Hi,” I whisper back, snaking my hand onto his leg. “You really look so good today, babe.” I lean closer to kiss his cheek, feeling him smile as I do. Just letting my lips linger against his skin, anything to have contact with him. 

“Thank you, honey,” he quietly mutters. He’s still so shy to compliments, even though I shower him with them constantly. He’s gorgeous, and he needs to know that. 

I look at the screen, seeing we only have a few minutes before getting to the house. He can handle a little teasing, surely. 

I crept my hand further up his thigh, watching his eyes dart down. I made it to the hem of his shorts, gliding my hand over him just to see how far I could go. I let my hand rest on top of him, feeling him twitch. Putting a little pressure, his hand grabbed my wrist and kept my hand from moving. 

“Charlotte,” he tried to stop me; unfortunately for him, his stern voice was always so sexy to me. 

Stroking him carefully through his shorts, his hand grips me tighter, “I’m just trying to help,” I coo into his ear. Watching the goosebumps flood his neck, placing a kiss just behind his jaw. 

“You’re killing me,” his head drops back against the headrest. I glance back and see we only have five minutes before we make it. I can work with that. 

I hook my finger into his waistband, tugging down a little. His face whips over to mine, his eyes wide, and I just press a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Lift up, baby,” I tell him, my lips hovering over the shell of his ear. He shifts himself so I can tug down his shorts. His cock resting against his stomach; a mouthwatering sight, really. 

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean over further, wrapping one hand around his length, stroking him a few times. I look up at him from his lap before wrapping my lips around him. 

“Fuuuuuck me,” he moans as I sink further down him. Bobbing my head slowly, I feel his hand running down my back, firmly grabbing my ass as I take more of him into my mouth. Lingering there, I swallow gently and listen to the sweet sounds that come out of him. 

His hand moves over and presses against my already-soaked bottoms, giving me the slightest relief. A moan sneaks out of me; he needs to drive faster.  Encouraging me to really go for it, I slowly sink as far down as I can before dragging my lips back up. Swirling my tongue around him and listening to his little moans sneak out. 

“We’re almost there,” his breathy voice rings through the car while patting my ass a few times. My head moved a bit quicker, pumping him with my hand. I can feel the muscles in his body tensing as I try to get him there. 

His hand sneaks under my chin, tilting my face up towards him. I sit up, my hand still slowly stroking him as he looks at me. He grabbed my arm, stilling it as he put the car in park. 

“Honey, honey, please—“ he starts, his head tilted back against the seat. “God, you’re incredible, and wow, I’m so lucky, but please, can we go inside?” 

“But,” I whine, pouting my lip, “you were so close.”

He giggles at me, pulling his shorts back up before leaning in, kissing my pouty lip, and opening his door. He quickly walks to my side, pulls the door open, and grabs me from my seat. 

“Jake- oh my god,” I yelp as he’s hoisting me over his shoulder. The fact he’s strong enough to toss me around causally will always slip my mind until situations like this. 

Letting ourselves in, he pushes the door shut with his foot, setting me down in front of him. My hands pulled his face to mine, desperate to taste him. Gently biting on his bottom lip, my hands find his waistband again, eager to pick up where we left off—practically giggling into him as I feel his skin against my knuckles. 

“Mm mm,” he hums in between kisses. Slowly walking us back, until I bump into the counter. He smoothly unbuttons my shorts, letting them fall off my hips, and I kick them off. His hand found its place between my legs, softly tracing along me. 

“Hold on,” he tells me, lifting and setting me on the counter. He squats down, littering kisses on the insides of my thighs, sending shivers through my body. Pulling my bottoms to the side and placing a kiss on my clit first before swirling his tongue around it. My grip on the counter gets stronger as moans start falling from my lips. 

I feel his finger swipe up, and he smiles into me. 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he taunts. His tongue flattened against me, licking a few long stripes and then kitten-licking at my clit. Sliding his middle finger into me slowly, I can’t stop the noise that comes out of me. 

His hands are slender but strong and large. His left hand is holding onto my thigh as he gently moves the right one. 

“Mmm, feels so good,” I moaned. 

He groans at the praise, vibrating against me. 

“More, please,” I beg. 

Looking up at me, and god, what a sight that is. His smirk was devious as he stood up. Propping himself up with his free hand and leaning in close to me, he slowly pumps his one finger into me. 

“What was that, hun?” He teases, nuzzling his face into my neck. 

“Please, please, please,” I whine, “more, baby.” He adds his ring finger, pumping his hand a bit faster and holding his palm against me for friction. Feeling his breath against my neck in between kisses, one of my hands holding onto him as he inches me closer. He curls his fingers up, hitting that spot over and over. I can feel my orgasm about to break, and he knows it. 

“God, I can’t wait to feel you, honey,” he whispers into my ear, the sultry tone of his voice sending me over, “Come for me.” The pleasure overwhelms me; his raspy voice, mixed with whatever magic he does with his hands, has me fluttering around him. The only word in my vocabulary right now is his name. 

He lets me enjoy the moment, slowing his hands until he finally pulls me into a hug. The warmth of his lightly burnt skin mixed with his scent; this is what heaven must be like. I cuddle my face into the crook of his neck but let my hands wander. Landing on his already hard cock, I can’t help but smile. 

“But I’m the eager one?” He teases, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter. My hands quickly pressed behind me to support myself, watching as he pulled down his shorts just enough, lining himself up with me. 

He tilts back up, watching my face as he slowly pushes himself in. My mouth fell open as he did, and he mimicked my face, letting his jaw slack. 

“So good, huh?”

What has gotten into him today? 

I can’t respond fast enough before he picks up one of my legs to rest against his chest, his arm holding it tight to him as he starts rocking his hips into me. 

“Jacob, holy shit—“ the way he’s angled, just pounding into the right spot. He turns his head, leaving sloppy kisses down my calf. Watching the muscles in his arms flex to hold me still and the way his jawline is so prominent. I carefully moved one of my hands to hold his jaw, just for a second. I let my fingers trace over his cheekbone, moving a stray piece of hair that was sticking to his face. 

He snakes his arm around my leg, letting his fingers find their way to my clit, making it harder to resist coming again. Putting just enough pressure as he makes tight circles on it, I can feel the tension about to snap. The sound of his hips smacking my ass feels like it’s getting louder as he picks up his pace. 

He looks down, watching the mess he’s creating, his mouth starting to hang open. Tiny drops of sweat form on his forehead, his eyebrows pulled together as he focuses. I can’t stop staring at how plump his bottom lip really is and how badly I want to bite it. It's a delicious moment to witness until he starts mumbling under his breath. 

“Come on, come on, come on, fuck-“ 

My hand grips his shoulder as my orgasm releases like I’d fall over if I didn’t hold on. I swear I could see sound in that moment. 

I pull myself closer to him as he’s still slowly moving his hips into me and littering his face and neck with tiny pecks, holding the back of his neck. His hand ran down the back of my head as I leaned against him. 

“It’s your turn, babe,” I whisper in his ear, wrapping my legs around him. He lifts me with a smile plastered on his face. Peppering his cheeks with kisses, leaving them on his cheekbones and down his nose, not caring that his skin was damp with sweat. 

He sits back on the couch with me in his lap, his cock still inside me. I rock my hips gently, starting slowly so I can make him feel as good as he deserves. His sweet face as he just watches me; holding his jaw and pressing kisses into his plump lips. 

I start to lift my hips, bouncing slowly on him, which makes him moan louder. I was inching my way up and carefully bringing myself down to his lap, stroking him painfully slowly. 

“Faster,” he mutters, his eyes fixed shut. Picking up my pace, I can see him fighting for his life as I continuously drop back down on him. I start letting out my own moans, knowing it will only help him. He grabs my waist tighter as he gets closer, his moans falling from his lips. 

“Come in me, baby,” I moan. “Or do you want your pretty cock in my mouth?” His head drops back as I ask.

“Holy shit, Charlotte,” he groans. 

 Where did that come from, Char, Jesus? 

He holds my hips still and starts fucking himself into me hard. I grip the back of the couch, trying to steady myself, but my god, it feels so good. 

“Jake- oh my,” slips out. His eyebrows pulled together; his mouth hung open as he was almost yelling with every thrust.

 “Let it go, baby.” 

The moment the words leave my lips, I can feel the release, his thrusts sloppy as his orgasm rips through him; loud profanities fill the air as he rides out his high, slowly becoming little whimpers under his breath as he comes down. 

I sat on his lap, his head hung back on the couch with his eyes gently shut. He’s so beautiful. I brush the baby hairs away from his face, clinging to his damp skin. I lean forward, snuggling close to him and feeling his arms wrap around me, keeping me tight against him as we sit in comfortable silence. 

“Hey,” he whispers after a few minutes.

I sat up to look at him, letting him rest his face in the palm of my hand. “Hi there, handsome. You doing okay?” 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” he giggles. I think I might need another minute.”  

“Really?”

“Well,” he starts, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to not make a mess when we get up.”

A laugh escapes me when I look down to realize the situation we’ve put ourselves in.

“I didn’t really think that part through,” I tell him. I can see the gears going in his head; the smile slowly growing on his face tells me everything I need to know. 

“What if I just hold you against me when I stand? Maybe it’ll just stay in-”

“BABE,” I bark out a laugh at the idea. 

“I’m not trying to get …stuff… all over your parent's couch!” He shyly rebuttals, “If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” The smug look on his face should make me mad, but he’s too pure to get angry at. 

“You know what, go for it.” 

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We giggle as we clean ourselves up. His plan didn’t work as well as he’d hoped, but we managed to get the worst of it into the bathroom. 

Naturally, it takes me a little longer to take care of things, so he let me have a minute. I take a second to fix my hair, pulling it up into a high ponytail. It looks terrible between the lake and getting laid. 

I flip the lights off to the bathroom as I walk out, going back to find him leaning against the kitchen counter. His shirt is still completely unbuttoned as he scrolls on his phone. I’m sure he’s checking in on the bar. 

Despite the very recent events, he looked so good. His tanned skin against the light blue denim shirt was enough to have me fold. His legs crossed in front of him as he stood there. Finally glancing up, his eyes light up, and tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

“Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” He says, holding his hands out towards me. 

“Oh hush,” I grab his hands, shuffling myself close to him. “I probably smell gross and I feel a little slimey.” 

He giggles before planting a kiss against my forehead, “I don’t know, you could still get it.” He mumbles against me, fighting his laugh. 

“You’re so dumb,” I tell him through a laugh, looking up at him and kissing his stupid lips. 

“Ready to head home?” He asks, squeezing my hands. 

I nod quickly, practically pulling him out the door. He’s made a habit of opening my car door for me, which is possibly the most adorable habit he has. 

We settle into our seats, and he hands me his phone to put music on for the drive home. I’m scrolling through his playlists looking for something when I realize we haven’t moved in a second. I look up to see the stop sign at the end of the road, and he’s just staring over at me. 

“What?” 

His hand reaches over, pulling my chin gently towards him until his lips are hovering over mine before whispering, “One more for the road.”

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[yaeggravate]

I wanted to collect my thoughts on the newly released book Perinheri, focusing on the usual overlooked suspects such as Kaeya, the Seelie and the connection to Princess Fischl.

TL;DR: Kaeya is (probably?) not cursed because he's half-Seelie

I strongly recommend reading the book first, which you can buy in Fontaine's book shop. Link to the official website here.

Perinheri is "based on a legendary story known throughout Khaenri'ah, but there are none left who can verify this." Ok, first of all, Kaeya and Zhongli are right there, you even put their names in the book!! Second of all, Khaenri'ah is only ever referred to as the "Kingdom" throughout the rest of the story. 🤨 Most likely because it went by a different name back then.

I think most people are aware this book is probably connected to Arlecchino because of her constellation Ignis Purgatorius which is Latin for Cleansing Fire. In the book, the titular Perinheri is made to crawl through a dark corridor filled with ash. He is pulled out of the other side, "reborn".

This fits with depictions of Purgatory:

The faithful dead go through the furnace and once purified ascend towards Heaven. Some of the faithful are plucked by angels, the result of intercessory prayers.

That being said, I don't really want to dig into the Arlecchino connection too much, since we'll find out what her deal is in a few weeks anyway, and with story spoilers running rampant, it won't be much fun anymore.😮‍💨

FALLEN SEELIE

But isn't it fascinating how one of the characters' name is Angelica who guided Perinheri out of a subterranean realm?

Kaeya has connections to the Seelie who are equated to angels in the game. Brief summary here, but the meat of it is that Kaeya most likely has Seelie roots and Nabu Malikata's last name can mean "angels" plural in Arabic. This wordplay tells us Angelica is without a doubt a Seelie, or at the very least someone belonging to the angel category. (The Jinn, for example, are descendants of the Seelie.)

What's funny is that Kaeya owns a book called The Adventures of Angelos, that he deliberately showed to the Traveler. Dude has been dropping hints since the very beginning! It's almost as if he's important to the plot or something.

Perinheri reveals the curse laid on Khaenri'ah is not unique to them and affects those who have forsaken or betrayed their god. There are a few other instances in Teyvat's history that have people turning into beasts, but no further information was given which made it hard to tell how it was connected to the curse of the Cataclysm.

Ukko, the last survivor of the fall of Sal Vindagnyr, was turned into a Frostarm Lawachurl. His final recorded words were of him asking for the destruction of the world as a last middle finger to the gods.

Didn't work.

Shiruyeh, Liloupar's grandson, fell into the abyss thanks to the behated lamp's machinations, and brought back a plague to Gurabad, which turned his people into wild creatures without faces.

Something interesting is that one of the six sins of the Akademiya is to revere gods without acts of devotion. Perhaps the other sins are connected to the conditions of the curse as well:

Cyno's Character Story 5 To prevent researchers from being devastated by their own knowledge, the sages laid out six cardinal sins. They held that all the crimes in this world derive from these six sins. The first is to interfere with human evolution; The second is to tamper with life and death; The third is to delve beyond the universe; The fourth is to investigate the origin of words; The fifth is to revere gods without acts of devotion; The sixth is to attempt the forbidden and fear none.

According to Angelica, the "pure-blooded" (for lack of better word) aristocracy of the Kingdom persists because any offspring they have with those who forsook their god will be affected by the curse as soon as they venture outside.

The witch, Angelica, explained thus: "Hleobrant is the descendant of those who forsook their god and came to the Kingdom. This is why the Kingdom's obstinately pure-blooded aristocracy persists. This is the price of betraying your own god."

The implication here is that the Kingdom seems to be protecting its people within its borders. Those who have come from another world like Perinheri are also curse free.

Angelica herself is not affected by any curse. It's hard to say if she was telling the truth here but she claims to have come from a nation that was defeated by Zhongli. Keep in mind, it's possible that she was only saying this to cast herself in a more favorable light by disguising herself as a fellow god-hater.

Whatever the case, since Angelica is most likely a Seelie, who were cast down by the heavens for reasons unknown, we have to analyze her words a bit more carefully.

The Seelie were also cursed after all.

Arama: Seelies are just empty husks that race left behind. This is because they were born with a curse: If they fall in love with Nara, they shall lose their intelligence and strength, and their bodies will regress.

Explains why Angelica led Hleobrant on and to his demise. Not unlike a certain other Seelikata we know.

Angelica: As for you, Perinheri, you are one who drifted there. Thus, you bear no such curse. You may not have the nobility to shoulder a world, but you too have your own destiny. And as for me? I betrayed no one, not for a moment, until my god died, so I too bear this curse not. But you now see who I truly am, yes?

"Until my god died." If Angelica is a Seelie, then who would her god be? Istaroth? A moon sister? Both? Something to think about…

As for why Angelica did all of that...No idea. Maybe she was just being a little silly. Haha, get it? Because Seelie means silly. But guiding people with a promise of a reward only to lead them into a trap sounds eerily similar to what Kaeya did in his story quest... and in the manga.

It's because he's silly 😂!

ANGELS GEORG

How exactly Kaeya is connected to Seelie is unknown but the character of Kaeya is partly based on Hagen/Högni who is himself half-human/half-dwarf or half-elf. If Kaeya is also half-human then mayhaps the other half could be Seelie.

If Kaeya is half-Seelie, it would explain why he isn't cursed: Angelica. Angelica never betrayed her god. If Kaeya's "pure-blood" father, had a child with a Seelie who never betrayed their god, then maybe the curse wouldn't transfer to Kaeya. This is just one suggestion because we have no idea why the curse gives immortality to pure-blood Khaenri'ahns and if it can be passed on or not.

(As an aside, Kaeya's father is most likely cursed. Kaeya said his hand writing was atrocious, which implies his hands were losing dexterity like Chlothar's.)

I'm aware of the technicalities and the plotholes here such as "uhhh aren't Seelie all empty husks" and "don't they regress if they fall in love"?? Well, we know at least there were survivors out there, meaning there might be loopholes. Columbina, Nabu Malikata, and maybe even Nicole are all characters who weren't husked to floating eye state.

And of course there is Angelica, whose name I joked about being Kaeya's mom's name long before this stupid book came out. 😮‍💨 RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS, ARE WE, HOYOVERSE EMPLOYEE READING MY BLOG

(It could also be that Kaeya's mom was a descendant (Jinni) or scion of the Seelie instead, which I have talked more about here.)

Another alternative is that he's something akin to Perinheri: a child who drifted from some destroyed world. This doesn't seem likely though. Kaeya has the patented star shaped pupils that are more prominent in official art than in the game.

I will say however, that Kaeya's pupils are very different from other Khaenri'ahns such as Dain, Halfdan and Clothar. His pupils are similar to Pierro's which are also "solid". Maybe Pierro is in a similar situation as Kaeya.

Kaeya is in part based on the changeling prince from Midsummer Night's Dream. Changeling in this context means a human child raised by fairies... The title of the Harbingers' trailer, Winter Night's Lazzo, is probably a nod to this play…

In Scottish folklore, the Seelie have a darker counterpart: the Unseelie. Unseelie haven't been mentioned in the game yet, but it's likely they do exist. Perhaps they're the fallen angels, abyssal creatures or even the pure-blood Khaenri'ahns. It's hard to say without more information.

The Seelie Court is ruled by Titania, the Fairy Queen from Midsummer Night's Dream. While the Unseelie Court is their cold, somber counterpart, described as a winter's night...

Fischl's princess outfit is called Immernachtstraum which is also a nod to Midsummer Night's Dream. It's like Fischl and Kaeya belong to the Seelie, also known as the Summer Court, while the Tsaritsa belongs to the Unseelie, the Winter Court.

Getting off track here, but whatever's going on with Kaeya is connected to Princess Fischl and it's difficult to talk about either of them without acknowledging their strange bond.

Lastly,

Kaeya's Character Story 4 Sinister thoughts flashed through Kaeya's mind, and he simply smirked: "This world is truly… fascinating."

Why say world, why!? He just had to throw that in to confuse us even more!

Recently I found out that Kaeya took the traveler to the nameless island on his birthday. No one would go to such lengths if the place wasn't important to them. This island has a ravaged moon-or sundial belonging to the God of Time. The platform on the island can also be found in two places in Dragonspine; the Mural Room and the Secret Room. What the purpose of these things are is unclear, (my guess is elevators), but the Mural Room just so happens to have a painting of a giant angel on it.

The fact that the island is shrouded in mist, hidden from the map, implies someone very powerful brought Kaeya and his father to Mondstadt. If Kaeya's mom was a Seelie then perhaps she was the one who brought them above ground. I can also see a scenario in which a fellow brethren of hers might have helped out.

Such as, I don't know, someone with connections to the Seelie and Dawn Winery. Like Nicole or Columbina, who just so happens to be part of the Fatui… Someone must have given Crepus that delusion after all. 🤷🏽‍♀️

(Venti was taking a power nap at the time, so it can't be him.)

IMMERNACHTREICH

A while back I proposed Fischl might have been a ruler of Khaenri'ah. And now Perinheri has dropped more crumbs unto our laps.

Princess Fischl is the ruler of the Immernachtreich, which is appointed as the future realm of Fischl. This is an important distinction because it means this Realm wasn't always hers. The Immernachtreich is described as an otherworldly place where everything will eventually flow into.

Mitternachts Waltz Everything in this world must pass through the doorway of their destruction unto the future kingdom of the Prinzessin. In the silence of her pitch-dark Nachtgarten would they find a place to slumber.

Flowers for Princess Fischl: Phantasmagoria Every good, bright and noble thing must eventually fall to inexorable entropic destruction, and the final destination of the universe is the realm-in-waiting of the Prinzessin, Immernachtreich.

More About Fischl: To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams into the embrace of the infinite Immernachtreich.

Something about that sounds familiar!

Perinheri Vol 1 Due to the Kingdom's unique position, things from outside this world were always leaking into it. The Kingdom's weapons would wipe out the calamities slipping in, but what of all the other objects? Such as, say, a child who may have come from some destroyed world?

A child from a destroyed world leaking into an underground Kingdom and the Immernachtreich, another subterranean realm, the doorway of their destruction.

Both realms are welcoming to castaways.

The annoying thing is that it's unclear if Khaenri'ah is the same as the Immernachtreich since Fischl describes her Kingdom as a "small and forbidden paradise". Perhaps Fischl created a subset within the underground realm that kept people safe. At least for a while.

She did after all create a Sommernachtgarten, or Summer Night Garden, that is referenced in the domain Midsummer Courtyard. See, I didn't just mention the Seelie Summer Courts for no reason; Fischl might've been the princess of the Seelie/Angels. But there's little else to corroborate that other than the wings on her back and the Seelie like emblem on her waist...

Anyway, Fischl can see the threads of fate and has seen the causality of worlds too numerous to count. As we all know, she created another universe and founded paradise. This other universe might be a new branch that split off from the parent timeline.

In other words a parallel universe.

These branches are referenced in the description for Mitternachts Waltz, so I'm not just pulling this out of my ass.

Even the branch of the tree of time upon which the great and glorious Reman Republic nested would be cut off in the end, such that the nation founded by the other twin child of the wolves might rule.

Perhaps this is also what Perinheri's world was. Maybe the various destroyed worlds were branches that got cut off...

Another interesting similarity is that Fischl ran into a bunch of fate-resisting royals who devolved into beasts after denying her status....

Flowers for Princess Fischl (I): End Time Zersetzung When the lone pilgrimaging princess reached the kingdom of eternal twilight, the fate-resisting royals chose to deny everything in their desperation. They refused to recognize Fischl's noble stature and mission as the princess of the Immernachtreich; denied their 13,000-year lineage as a branch of the royal family; and forsook their own nobility and restraints as humans… devolving into clumsy and vicious beasts.

Huh, it's just like Angelica said 🤷🏽‍♀️. Kingdom of Eternal Twilight might be the "Kingdom" from Perinheri and the fate-resisting royals is code for those who forsook their gods. However, Fischl wasn't without sympathy and took it on herself to protect the Immernachtreich.

Narrator: The Prinzessin harbored much sympathy for all living things, and wished to never see them in pain. She harnessed the power of darkness and dreams to weave the night, and gave it the task to safeguard all living things. The people celebrated and worshiped the Prinzessin's authority, and followed her call to migrate to the sacred land that would eventually be known as the Immernachtreich. We established a nation on the Holy Land, revered the Prinzessin as The Absolute One, and introduced poetry, theater, and adventure to the Kingdom, laying the groundwork for the Immernachtreich.

One final stray thought:

That giant crying left eye on the cover may or may not be the same as Fischl's left Auge der Verurteilung, which caused her great agony due to its ability to pierce through the heart of all truths.

It could also be Fischl's enemy, the World Beast, a night-patrolling beast named "World", who casts a greedy eye on all dreams...

Perinheri The crimson moon, hanging high in the pitch-dark night sky, suddenly turned around, revealing itself to be a titanic, horrified eye.

About Us: Shooting Down the World Beast You seem to be troubled...? Oh traveler, you need not be perplexed. With my left eye, this "Auge der Verurteilung" that penetrates the threads of karma, I keep watch over your fate; with Oz's crow-eyes that have witnessed the nirvana of a thousand worlds, he observes your way forward. If the ferocious night-patrolling beast named "World" casts a greedy eye on your dream, then I will shoot it down with my Magic Arrow of Holy Retribution!

[loventhine]

X-Men NSFW: Pegging!

I got bored, and I needed something to write about, so I had this lovely brick (Idea) thrown at me, how X-Men men would react to being pegged.

!YOU MAY REPOST IF WANT, JUST GIVE CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR, ME!

This is smut, smut-based content and a smut-based channel, if you have an issue with the fic then scroll my DMs are open to ideas not insults.

                            ⚠️❌MDNI❌⚠️

LOGAN HOWLETT:

First up on the list would be our grizzled trauma-filled war vet, Logan!

Now, for Logan you either gotta buy him a shit ton of beer or be very convincing (persistent) he'll cave if you bug the shit out of him long enough.

Now, our reluctant princess doesn't get into any position oh no, doggy style. He would rather die of embarrassment than let you see his face while you... y'know.

It doesn't help that you squeeze and paw at his ass as if were playdough, he might grunt or growl lowly just grip his hair and mock him and he'll be more vocal.

Might threaten to slice you up while working his hips back against the silicone like a good boy, he loves it but you'll never hear it from his lips but from his actions.

Might cum a little when your breasts press against his back and you talk dirty in his ear, while yanking his hair... his claws peek out of his skin when he orgasms.

Aftercare, he sits against the pillows all grumpy as you take care of him and clean him, he might forgive you when you bring him an ice cold beer. Grumble a thanks and fall over dead asleep.

This is the LAST time he lets you do this, at all.

SCOTT SUMMERS:

Again, reluctant participant who just wants to make you happy, he'll agree to it but god, he's sweating in his seat. He'd sit there all tense and leg bouncing but ease up when you're gentle.

You got work this on him slowly, he's just a baby 🥺

He's more vocal about it, again, be gentle. God, he moans like a bitch in heat when your press his legs to his chest. Got to get in real deep, he loves it, don't stop ;)

His balls are real sensitive, be rough with him when he cums, he can take it ;) Slap his thigh or cock and he cums easy, can you see it? His tip all red and leaky, his moans all high pitched and chest heaving, covered in sweat... hole puckering and twitching like he wants more.

whew... 😮‍💨

He'll need a cold shower after this, he might come back for seconds with his tail between his legs, he's pathetic. But he's yours whole-heartedly!

Aftercare? He's all tuckered out so be gentle! 😡

Reassure him, maybe brush his hair back and kiss his cheeks and remind him of how good of a job he did (he's into that!)

REMY "GAMBIT" LEBEAU

This slut 😫

God, he is so annoying during this time. He'll be talking back and shit, might taught you lol

Introducing the ball gag, shove it onto his pretty lips and don't take it off until all that comes out of his mouth is moans.

Get real disrespectful with it, fold him in half or put one of his knees to his chest then the party really starts to happen!

I- we need this man to be speaking tounges in Cajun French, so fucked out he asks for a break then whine and jerk his hips back when you stop.

Slap his cock or touch his nipples and he cums like a good boy, he's really is sensitive there.

Aftercare? Just hold him for a bit when you're done cleaning him up, he'll need a sec to come back to Earth, he'll probably start teasing you again afterwards.

KURT WAGNER:

Now, it's only fair he takes a double dong since he makes us take both 🤷🏾‍♀️

He was a little scared at first but eager to please, the way he squealed... you'd think he's auditioning for opera. His legs buckle and his body is shaking, glorious.

Lets out those high pitched wails when you grip his hair and slap his ass in the same motion, cums untouched multiple times. He's a whore, of course he loves it.

He lives to push his hips back to catch it when you pull back to thrust in again, he gets so damn loud that you have to gag him. When you're done he's all boneless and out of breath, whispering words of praise in German.

You run him a bath and clean his skin, offering cuddles and snacks afterwards, y'all unwind and watch soap operas together :D

Well, that took forever! And it was fun to write. Again, this isn't proofread and of course there will be errors. Love it, don't. Scroll.

This was low-key rushed bc of STAAR testing week but hope you all enjoy, I tried my best 🙂‍↕️

Love you darlings 😘💕

[twistedastrology]

Outer Planets & Affliction: What destroys a man.

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gonna talk abt a much darker topic today bc i feel like it and it's absolutely fascinating to me from a very morbid perspective (which happens a lot 4 me)

im gonna start this off by saying this is mostly focusing on extreme cases/what Could happen due to outer planet affliction, none of this is definite if u have afflicted outer planets bc it depends on the severity of their affliction and how many good counter aspects u have to them that help u heal!! :)

to start, the outer planets to me are Saturn to Pluto, so let me give u a quick rundown of what I think these planets are responsible for when they're heavily afflicted:

Saturn - Destruction of the will, the snuffing of one's inner, driving fire.

Uranus - Destruction of the mind, losing your cognitive function, going insane.

Neptune - Destruction of the spirit, loss or lack of intuition, feeling lost within your own life.

Pluto - Destruction of the body, the vessel decays and lacks the strength to repair itself.

i wanna say as well that all of this essentially came to me in a vision from god, i genuinely had no basis in my head initially, i was just rambling to myself in my head and all of this clicked and then it genuinely made sense and i even had evidence to back it up, so i wanted to post abt it because i love dark stuff like this (my blog name isn't twisted astrology for no reason- i mean like the reason was bc it was a play on twist and twisted transistor by korn But yknow it gains reasons as i go on-)

let's go over why each planet destroys what they do:

Saturn destroys the will because it rules over time and persistance- Capricorns are more often than not very driven people, Saturn grounds them and gives them the stability and willpower to see things through. A strong Saturn is often manifested as a very powerful driving force, as the planet often acts an incredibly crucial pillar, if not the foundation in a person's chart.

Uranus destroys the mind because it's the higher octave of Mercury. It rules over innovation and change, even higher thought. A strong Uranus is often an indicator of a genius in whatever area of life the planet is placed into. Thus, when afflicted, it completely shatters and even lacks this potential altogether.

Neptune destroys the spirit because it's known as the planet of spirituality. It's the planet of our higher self and our shadow self, it's our connection to the planes of existence beyond our own. A strong Neptune is often indicative of enhanced intuition, and can even mean the person has a heightened level of awareness of their place in the world and where they're meant to be in life. So naturally, an afflicted Neptune means a complete lack of perspective and the loss/lack of the ability to realize there is more than the self, making one feel lonely, inadequate, and lost.

Pluto destroys the body because it rules over death, transformation and rebirth. It even rules over destruction itself, and its connection to death gives it an inherent connection to the physical body as well. A strong Pluto can manifest as a strong will, but also as a higher pain tolerance because of that. Therefore when it's afflicted, the soul's vessel lacks the ability to transform and regenerate itself effectively, and ultimately will crumble to pieces throughout the course of life.

OK- lemme write normally now instead of all fancy n shit 😮‍💨 But what's my evidence to prove all this-

well someone i know has very heavily afflicted outer planets, mainly saturn, uranus and pluto, but neptune was kinda roped into the affliction as well- and all of this checks out.

saturn especially hits him hard, which also makes it all karmic so idk wtf bro did in a past life but it had to've been Bad bc he's got some SERIOUSLY afflicted outer planets like jesus fucking christ- and like i dont wanna talk too much shit on here but he's insufferable to say the least and, probably bc of the afflicted saturn, will not do the work to fix it.

would genuinely hate to be him on his death bed like 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

ANYWAY-

like i said initially tho this does not mean if u have a kinda afflicted uranus, ur gonna go insane!!! no sir!!! it's just abt the extremes n stuff and what i have literally seen happen with my own eyes- i think most people have enough soft aspects to get them into the process of healing, maybe not even soft aspects maybe just solid placements- it's all subjective, rly-

but this is also a really good way to talk abt the Power that these planets have- they are NOT to be fucked with bc when afflicted, they can obliterate you and your entire life tbh- i dont think they Want to unless you somehow have beef with them but overall they are just incredibly powerful planets and i truly think when reading someone's astrology chart, you GOTTA look at the outer planets bc otherwise you're missing out on SOOOOO much crucial information.

i always say that i think outer planets, whether in transit or in a natal chart, have the absolute MOST impact on a person despite being so far away.

far away ≠ lack of impact.

i hope this was interesting to read or at least thought provoking bc i absolutely LOVE dark topics like these, probably my moon/neptune in my 8th house tbh- i mean im genuinely fucking petrified of tornadoes like lilapsophobia type shit but i still put that image here because i unfortunately think they are really fucking cool at the same time (ive had multiple nightmares where tornadoes have killed me. but like........ they're kinda cool......and i hate them........)

anyway!!!!! thank u for reading this far into my yapping session 🙏🙏

[castlebyersafterdark]

i love byler as much as the next person BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD people have got to drawn a giant line with flashing lights and warning signs between will+mike and noah+finn! i keep seeing posts of finn and noah at the paris con and (unless it's from a foah blog) the comments are ALWAYS flooded with people saying "byler endgame", "oh byler have kissed for sure" "look they're acting out the byler kiss" "byler height difference is insane"

and i just want to scream out "THATS FINN AND NOAH" i even saw a post about the photo of noah, finn, winona and caleb on that couch (which is clearly a cast photo) and the comments are saying stuff like "wills hand is reaching over to mike" "lucas is going to be involved in byler look at how he's connecting them" "aw joyce is such a supportive mom" ITS A CAST PHOTO ITS NOT THE CHARACTERS! don't even get me started on the people that think mike is gonna wear a sleeveless shirt in season 5 😫 this season is set in winter and the filming went on in summer OF COURSE FINN IS GONNA HAVE NO SLEEVES HE'LL OVERHEAT WITH THAT JACKET ON! "mike is gonna have a tattoo in season 5" THATS FINN UEIDIWH DUI EOSI

sorry had to get that out 😮‍💨

Such a strange, bizarre phenomenon. I guess it comes from being very invested in a ship and these actors are the physical depictions of this couple so many are clamoring for and haven't seen actualized yet. So - there's a kindness and understanding I feel for people who see these Finn and Noah interactions and freak out about Byler. The hyper focus on that fictional couple and hey!! ! There are our guys! So yeah, there's a blurring of the lines, and it's kind of hard not to.

But it's so funny, still - because these are just the actors, who are at minimum very close friends and at possibility, some sort of relationship. And - not common. To have the fictional couple ALSO potentially something real in our reality.

So... it's a little of both! Enjoying Byler, while liking the actors - and of course, yeah it's the stigma that will persist about "shipping real people" but the thing is - hell, I'm not knocking it because look at the blog I'm running but we do get a litttttttttttle maybe perhaps overly detailed here (I'm not changing my ways, but to be honest...) but the genuine fear and refusal people even have to suggest something between Finn and Noah is a little much. Because that's what happens with celebrities with chemistry and proximity and situations. And Finn and Noah have all of that. So even little surface level comments should be acceptable, but not even that is seen or supported by these folks commenting. I get it. I see both sides here 😊

[kedsandtubesocks]

erika erika erika!! i am dropping by with a few things i find pretty bc april is so very pretty to me! 🍞🌻💭🌷☀️🫧✨🌱💗🍓 how are you?? i hope the month is lovely to you 🥺

i also come back with a curious sel question 🤓 a more technical writing one but, what is your anchor point to writing a character like gojo? what part of him do you like exploring and what quality of his stays the same to you across any universe you put him in? 🥺

SEL HI MY APRIL FLOWER 🥹🌻🌼🌸💐🌷💕

Those sweet April vibes are so precious thank you for sharing and for being such a sweet treat!!! April really is such a lovely month and you’re such a great reminder of that bb 🥺💕

I’m still on that post eclipse high so I’m like “THE COSMOS ARE WILD?!” so that’s how I’ve been LOL

Now to your question!!

what is your anchor point to writing a character like gojo? what part of him do you like exploring and what quality of his stays the same to you across any universe you put him in?

But okay… Sel… as the kids like you say, you COOKED with this!?!? 😮‍💨 what an incredible question and thank you for wanting to ask me??? 🥺

Okay! So the parts of Gojo I love exploring are strangely enough his humanity (if this makes sense omg rip) like the way he interacts with others in any universe and how he shoulders his ties and connections with others I think is so interesting to see in different scenarios! His humanity is so unique and tied distinctly to his abilities and who he is as a sorcerer! So then getting to see how that works in different situations & even sometimes when he’s not a sorcerer has been such a great way to just explore his character more (unfortunately) LOL

And to me his most persistent quality that I believe doesn’t change no matter where or when you drop this moron into, is how silly he can be 😔

He’s such a weird guy and has a weird way of interacting with people and he’s such a peak Sagittarius with how he holds his energy and loves to giggle and even be a bit of a pest but it’s out of a way of wanting to connect with people, he’s so SILLY AND I HATE HIM abdudbehGSYSGHS

The silliest of gooses 🫠

But then again, after all the rambling did… maybe I am just as bad of a silly goose 🤡🫠

Also wow do I heckin’ love you so much Sel thank you again for this amazing message 😭💕🦋✨

[torawro]

Hey sosa!!! Sorry if you’re getting a lot of byakuya ask! So I got something I’ve been thinking about. Imagine byakuya gets taken to a strip club/gentlemen club by his peers and renji to help him ease up a little bit and to get out more and he wasn’t really all that impress until he sees reader and boom! He’s been stuck on them from that moment on and tries everything to get her! From visiting often, to VIPS rooms, giving gifts and eventually trying to make her quit because he’s so rich he can easily just pay her lifestyle if he wanted to!

EEEEEEEK!!! So whatcha think about that? And if you ever build a headcanon off this I’ll be foaming at the mouth 😮‍💨cuz your and writing is 🤌🏾😮‍💨

P.s. I might even come off anon if you can guess who wrote this🤭🤭

HI NONNIE !!! i am soooooooo incredibly sorry for being late :(( i'm finally getting to all my asks >< please don't apologize i absolutely LOVE AND ADORE the saturation of byakuya related content i've been getting in my ask box and i want more :D love a reason to talk about my maaannnnnn. also, i think i very much know who this is but u shall let u come forward if you wish :))))

okay i personally LOVEEEEE THIS IDEA???FDKFDEKF LIKE THIS SOUNDS SO GOOD ! i think this kind of scenario is def something he would do to an extent 🤭 i would like to add, at first byakuya wouldn't want to go to this kind of place because, as prideful as he is, he thinks he's 'above it' and thinks that men who frequent these establishes so often are lowkey 'tasteless' because he just doesn't understand, subjectively, the appeal of watching barely clothed women dance in front and around him. but he may understand why other men might go.

and then he folds.

it's because renji is annoyingly persistent and figured the only way to get him and his other male friends/colleagues to stop asking is to go. so he promise he'll go just once and one time only just to see what the hype is about and it's like you said, he wasn't all thatttt impressed (at least they had decent drinks) but probably wouldn't come back on his own free will. until he sees the reader 🤭 she comes out in an outfit that is revealing but isn't all THAT revealing compared to her coworkers and his eyes are immediately drawn to her. there's also a certain elegance, poise and finesse that is threaded within her every movement but at the same time, she's still very sensual and feminine. the combination was incredibly sexy and captivating to byakuya, his gray silver eyes would continuously find their way back to her, like metal to a magnet. your gazes met twice during the night; your eyes were beautifully beguiling, but there was an amicable quality to them that felt inviting. you even gave him a wave as you left, and byakuya's eyes widened in surprise but otherwise his face didn't give away any emotion to his other colleagues.

all night he would think about you. yes 'kuya was a quiet man by nature but this time he was somewhat lost in thought pondering and contemplating about you and as he parted with his friends and arrived at his lavish, expansive bachelor pad, he was also already considering returning back to the establishment.... just to see you.

but ofc because he is as stubborn as he is quiet and intelligent, he wouldn't actually go back for almost another week. he made sure to go discreetly on a day/time that none of his colleagues would be there b/c he knew if they ever saw him they'd never let him live it down. this second time he goes back, he sits in a section by himself and just watches you, gingerly sipping on the alcohol he's been served. the way his eyes became low as he stared at you dance and manuever on stage, you would think he was glaring at you but it was quite the opposite. he was observing you, drinking you in, trying to figure you out just by watching you; byakuya could be very astute. either way it made you hot to have this handsome man's eyes on you all night. it wasn't in a creepy or predatory way which was a change of pace u could appreciate. in fact, you found it-- and him-- very attractive.

byakuya would find himself giving into his more primitive desires and visited a third and fourth time and the fifth time is when he gathered the courage (?) to request a private room with this woman. he figured it was time to talk to her. in all honesty, he didn't really like the idea of visiting this place so often because it made him a hypocrite but he came for you. and now, it's time he'd show you his world after getting to watch u in yours. he def courted her using his polite manners, chivalrous attitude and...basically just being himself and he was such a breath of fresh air, and sexy too, how could u resist?

i don't want this to get any longer than it already is LMAOOOOO but as u can see.........the wheels in my brain were actively turning as i typed and this was too good of an idea that i could most CERTAINLY flesh out so i thank u for this <3

[sangwooooh]

can u do another bruce x male reader angst

Definitely 😌 I’ve got a lot of angst in me.

Since you didn’t specify, I took it and ran with it. Anywayss Enjoy 😉😮‍💨

Soo, this is longer than I planned 🧝🏻🥹 And there’s gonna be a part 2, probably 🫣😮‍💨

Warnings of sorts: major injury, character death, diverging from canon.

Small summary: After an attack by the Joker, the bat family is thrown into an unlikable situation, unfortunate even. M/n is stuck in the hospital, barely living. And who knows what happened to the rest? Alfred won’t really talk about it.

“This is your legacy. Watch careful, love, as it all falls and burns. To the ground with your house of stone.”

They were tied together by the moon, under the stars of a clear sky, on the rooftop of the manor. A lapse in time, a glimpse of the universe. They were happy in that moment. Only them and the quiet world.

M/n recalls it being a clear sky. Yes, it had to be in order to light up Bruce’s face just so. Or maybe it was the man’s eyes, those who lit up the whole sky. Often times, M/n thinks about this and that, and everything is muddy, but the brightest memories still shine through.

That’s what makes him sure they’re real. They are too strong to be stomped down by the heaviness, too alive to dissipate.

There are days in which he feels he forgets everything, but then Alfred visits, and the memories are alive again. Painfully so.

“Master M/n,” Alfred would say, “How is your morning?” And M/n would understand it was indeed morning.

“Hello, Alfred.” Momentum, he remembers both of their names. “I see you better today.” He tries for a smile, uncertain of the success.

“That is great news, sir.” M/n can’t make out the details of Alfred’s face, but he hears the extension of a smile in his voice.

Later, they are drinking tea, the tension in M/n’s shoulders not soothed by the liquid, “Alfred, when can I come home?” Silence follows.

M/n sees the movement of Alfred placing down his cup, “Soon, sir. Probably next week, if things go well.”

“Yes, but you’ve been saying this for a while now.” He recalls in the haziness. “I reckon, if I stay here more, I’ll go crazy, Alfred. I wanna come home. I wanna see Bruce and the kids.” His voice is overwhelmed with tremors. He can’t feel his face half the time, but now he feels the stinging in his eyes.

M/n is almost startled by Alfred’s hand over his own. “Master M/n… I’ll see what I can do. I’ve been trying, remember?”

Right. He… remembers. “Thank you, Alfred.”

Later that week M/n is allowed to go home. Happiness fills him. Like fireworks on the night sky, his chest is filled with emotion.

Home.

Yes, he is finally going home.

Alfred comes to pick him up around 1 p.m. He is moved in a wheeling chair through the hospital. He can’t see all the faces around him, but the doctor and the few nurses he does see and recognize, he says goodbye to. He is happy, so he leaves them all with a smile.

In the car, Alfred tells him all about the changes around the house and the land around it. Like how the rose garden is gone —there is a momentary pang in M/n’s chest, but he doesn’t let himself be deterred by it—, or how the paintings from the hallways had been moved to a guest room now turned storage room, or how Jason moved all of his stuff back into the mansion, but he didn’t actually come around to inhabit his old room, or how Damian is now taking care of most of the affairs of the mansion and company.

“Since you’ve been gone, young master Damian has been given a lot of new responsibilities.” Alfred adds, not as an after thought, but carefully building up to it. “He should be home, at the moment, but there is always the possibility of him being away. He is leaving two weeks from now, for a conference in Vienna.”

“That’s wonderful. Such a nice place. I… Bruce took me there. Yes. A few years ago. Very nice.” M/n is sure his smile persists. How could it not? He is finally going home. To his Bruce. To his sons. To his life, after the endless time in that horrid hospital room with white walls and shadows and the buzzing of the fluorescent light above, barely perceptible.

The car parked, Alfred helps M/n up the ramp and into the foyer.

The door opens before Alfred goes for the handle. Beyond the opening door, the tired face of one Damian Wayne comes as the most welcoming sight. As soon as the boy’s —he is still the small boy M/n used to read to sleep, or sing to— eyes landed on his parent, he visibly relaxes. His stance falls into something more fitted for his age. M/n can’t see a smile on his face, but that isn’t saying much. He can’t really see much anyway, in the light. Nonetheless, even through the sting caused by daylight, M/n can’t help the unabashed happiness slipping onto his every feature. He extends his arms, wide and welcoming. And Damian falls to his knees, into his parents arms.

“Hi, dad.” The boy whispers softly.

“Hello, baby.” M/n feels tears soak his shirt. “Oh, baby. What happened, love?” The man gives Damian’s head comforting caresses.

“I just missed you.” Damian gets out through a shudder. Oh, why is his baby crying? No, he shouldn’t be crying. M/n is here now, it’s okay.

“I missed you too, honey.” Damian lowers himself until his head rests in his father’s lap. M/n’s hand still moves through Damian’s raven locks.

Damian squeezes M/n’s waist, “I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry.” His son is trembling. He must be so tired. Did he sleep well? His poor baby. M/n should’ve been here for him.

“Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for, love.” M/n feels his own eyes sting harder, but not from light.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come see you. I’m so sorry.” Damian’s voice is muffled by him being pressed against M/n.

“Hey. Hey. Honey, it’s okay. Alfred told me you’ve been working so hard. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. You’re taking care of the family. I’m so proud of you, Dami.” M/n feels a tear falling. Alfred places his warm hand on M/n’s shoulder, but he can only look at Damian’s blurry form falling apart at his feet.

“No, dad. I… I didn’t come because… I was afraid. Of what I’d see. So I used everything as an excuse to stay away. I’m sorry, dad.”

M/n’s lower lip is filled with tremors, tears glistening in his eyes, “It’s okay, it’s okay, Dami. I’m home now.”

M/n holds his son for a while, caressing him, trying to reassure him with all the love he has.

“Where are the others?” M/n asks as Damian raises to shaky feet.

Damian visibly freezes, but forcibly relaxes himself, “Well… I’m not really sure what Todd is up to, but he literally moved his stuff here, then proceeded to up and go.” The boy pauses as he moves behind M/n, wheeling him to the stairs, where there is already a built in type of elevator just for him, one you see in movies. Damian attaches the back of his wheelchair to the machine. “And father… Father doesn’t leave his room during the day, only at night, but as Batman.”

“What?” M/n stares at his son incredulously, as he is raised by the machine, Damian following closely by, walking up the stairs.

“I know Batman is doing a great job, as always. But I don’t know how father is doing. He wouldn’t talk to us.” Damian looks into his parent’s eyes pleadingly. The boy can guess that his dad doesn’t see this detail. But, still, he can’t help but want to beg for M/n to make things better, like he always did.

“I’m sorry, baby, that you had to go through this. I’ll talk to Bruce myself. Only with a bit of help.” M/n chuckles as the machine gets to the top of the stairs.

Damian’s lungs and heart finally seem to realize that M/n is home, that he isn’t alone, that maybe they can do this. Call it false hope, but it’s everything the boy can cling to.

Once at the door leading into the master bedroom, M/n looks at Damian with the intent to reassure. As if telling him ‘it’s okay, you can rest, I’ll take care of things now’. And so, he is left alone by his son, followed closely by Alfred, who also seems different all of a sudden, lighter even. He is gonna make them a nice dinner, for four, and not for one.

M/n would be lying if he says he doesn’t hesitate. Because he does hesitate. And he hates himself for that. His Bruce needs him. This is no place or time for backing away.

“Bruce?” The silence is deafening. “Are you there, honey?” He wheels himself —his arms are weak, so he finds it a tiny bit more difficult than he originally thought it would be— closer to the door. Where he places his open palm on the hard oaken door. There is no answer from the other side, but M/n isn’t known for giving up easily. It’s how him and Bruce got together, then married. He knows when to push and he knows when Bruce is keeping himself from his own happiness.

“Bruce, I’m home now. You can open the door.” M/n says a bit louder. And this time he is startled by the sound of hurried steps and crashing from beyond the door.

The door opens before he can say anything.

And his Bruce is there. He looks tired, and his features are clearer because in the manor there is darkness. And M/n sees how much Damian is becoming more and more like his father, for Bruce falls to his knees in front of him, hands grabbing at his face and hair, cupping his cheeks in hurried strokes. M/n believes the tears that fall from Bruce’s eyes and onto his blotchy cheeks. He doesn’t know how many times he’s seen Bruce cry before. It hasn’t been much, but there were plenty times to know that M/n’s husband doesn’t trust people with his tears and his pain. And most of the time, he doesn’t even trust himself with it. It pains M/n to see the man he loves in pain, so he ends up placing his hands over his darling’s hands, keeping them on his cheeks.

“… M/n” His husband’s voice is coarse, unused.

“Bruce.” M/n says his name, to ground Bruce with his own voice. “What happened to you, my Bruce?”

Bruce doesn’t say anything at first, but after long seconds, there are those same two words that came out of his son’s mouth, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, love.” He has never seen Bruce like this. This broken. Falling apart. What happened? Where are Dick and Tim? Nobody said anything about them yet. What were his memories trying to keep away from him? M/n really needs to know. “I can’t remember what happened that well. Please, tell me what happened, my Bruce.” M/n squeezes Bruce’s hands into his own and brings them to his lap.

M/n is afraid of the unknown. What is he missing? Why is everyone so down? Why was he in the hospital for weeks on end?

“What did you do, love? Why are you upset?” Bruce raises to his feet, slowly and weak, and M/n has never seen him like this. Bruce goes behind him and wheels him into their bedroom.

Bruce lifts him up with care. Closer to his face, M/n can see his expression better and it hurts him to see his husband in this pain. Bruce places him on the bed, with soft movements and soft touches.

“Talk to me, Bruce.” M/n cups Bruce’s cheeks in his palms when the man sits next to him on the bed.

“No, no, I can’t, M/n, I can’t, no.” Bruce shakes his head. M/n can’t help but feel out of balance, out of place, out of touch. He has never seen his husband this startled. They’ve had moments in which they’ve shared their fears and problems and what not. But M/n has never seen his Bruce this shaken up.

“Come on. Talk to me, Bruce.” He presses on.

“I.. Oh god…” Bruce whispers through a clenched jaw.

“Love, please…” There is desperation in M/n’s voice.

“God… God, how, how can I tell you? How can I possibly tell you?” Bruce puts a distance between them as he rises from the bed. Covering his face, he blocks away M/n’s view of his expression.

“Bruce? Bruce… Bruce!” M/n raises his voice, feeling his tongue become numb and surplus in his mouth.

“Ah, I, I…” Bruce takes a deep breath looking at the ceiling, “Di…” His voice fades. “Dick and Tim,” M/n fees the air become stale around him, and the constant pressure in his chest that never seems to go away increases. Breathing suddenly becomes harder and there is the faint feeling of suffocation. “They are gone. Because of me. I …killed them.”

And that suffocating feeling is back tenfold.

The world is swimming around them and he can feel it all flowing beyond the ground, and he is falling too, into his own hell. He doesn’t know where he is anymore, but his body is too small for him and his heart is so big and so loud it breaks at his thoracic cavity. His lungs aren’t big enough, however, cowering before his beating, pumping heart, smaller and smaller by the second. There isn’t enough air. There will never be enough air. This is how he is dying. He wants to die. He wants to die now, to disappear.

He hears screaming. After long seconds it becomes obvious it is him who is screaming, clawing at his throat, eyes hurting with tears that burn him to the core. He scratches his throat like he wants to get out of his own skin. And if he were any more conscious, he would now exactly how to kill himself in that moment. The words keep repeating in his head, however, in an endless loop that wants to keep him there, caged in his disbelief.

He must’ve passed out.

Because, when he wakes up, he is in the rose garden, somehow.

[heesterical]

Seven minutes in heaven (not) — L.HS.

Pairing : Heeseung x F!Reader.

Synopsis : Heeseung wanted to get away from a persistent girl who kept approaching him. Somehow, that meant hiding in the supply closet with Y/n, who happened to be hiding from Sunoo.

Genres : College AU. Non-idol AU. Attempted Comedy™, squint for some actual romance I guess.

Warnings : Language?? Enclosed spaces (descriptions but it's nothing weird), Heeseung pulling fuckboy moves ig, otherwise none ?? Should lack of actual plot be part of the warnings ??

note : I wrote this for the closet scene, and for the closet scene alone 😮‍💨 and yes, SunJake is part of this - put your pitchforks away !!!

wc : 1.9k.

SUNOO COULD BE PERSISTENT WHEN HE WANTED TO BE, which was something that Y/n had learned pretty early into their friendship. But she could also be pretty freaking stubborn when the situation demanded it.

Sunoo, although her best friend, could be insufferable at times. Like the times when he refused to admit that the presence of a certain guy with a golden retriever-esque personality had grown on him, and that he actually quite enjoyed his company, for example.

Jake had done his best to win him over, and he was almost succeeding — except Sunoo was being fucking stubborn about admitting it out loud. So you, the person who happened to be stuck between the two morons you call your friends, decided to take matters into your own hands.

Which was one of the reasons as to why you were now hiding in the big (or at least big enough for one person) supply closet in the hallway leading to the library. How did your life come to this...

It wasn’t comfortable, obviously, and the strong smell of the cleaning liquid stored in the closet attacking your nostrils was less than pleasant, but it had to do for now. You crack open the door a little and a sliver of light shines through, allowing you to peek outside while still staying hidden.

Sunoo had passed by the closet at least twice already, muttering under his breath about how you had betrayed him by giving his number to Jake, who had been following him around like a puppy. And both the times you had rolled your eyes at his complaining.

To be fair, Sunoo was simply playing hard to get while simultaneously complaining about how Jake did little more than follow him around and talk to him. Something had to be done about it.

You angle your head towards the door, listening for any footsteps or Sunoo’s grumbling voice.

Silence.

The hallway was quiet.

Assuming the coast to be clear, you crack open the door further, sticking your head out to look around.

No one seemed to be around.

Now a little more confident in your movements, you open the door further to stick your head out, but the door seems to bump into something, making you halt in your tracks.

Suddenly, the space in front of you is filled with an annoying face that you definitely weren’t prepared to see. Not now, at least.

“What the hell-” you hear his familiar voice speak out before another voice cuts in.

“Lee Heeseung! Where are you?!”

“Oh no.”

And abruptly, you’re shoved aside, and you almost trip over yourself trying to get out of the way when the newcomer almost headbutts you when scrambling to enter the closet as well. And then swings the door shut.

Your eyes widens at that; not because Lee freaking Heeseung was mere inches away from you, inside a closet, but because he shut the door.

‘Shit,’ you cursed internally. ‘The latch!’

From your previous experiences of hiding in this very closet, you knew the latch was faulty. It was an old fashioned latch that didn't open all the way, and swinging the door close carelessly meant that it might fall in place and lock you in.

As if sensing that you were going to speak up, Heeseung tenses up, slapping the palm of his hand flat against your mouth, muffling any sound that attempts to escape.

“Shh!” Heeseung hisses under his breath. “She might hear us.”

Maybe it was his desperate tone, or maybe it was the increasingly small gap between you two, but you shut up as he wishes.

Although you have stopped struggling, Heeseung continues to keep his hand on your mouth, distrusting your ability to keep quiet. You consider kicking him in the shins for a moment until you hear someone speak up.

“I saw you walking here. Where did you go, Hee?”

The voice was right outside the door. You hear him gulp.

“I wonder where he went?”

And the clicking of heels sounds away, in the library’s direction. Away from where you two were hiding.

You both wait with bated breath; him waiting for silence, and you waiting for him to remove his hand.

Belatedly realising the position you both were in, Heeseung freezes up.

He had taken to leaning one hand against the wall of the closet behind your head, resting most of his body weight on it while leaning towards the door to listen for any sign that there was someone waiting for him outside. With his other hand on your mouth, that certainly didn’t help.

He pulls away completely, trying to put as much space as possible between you two without tripping over your sneakers as you stay in your position with your back pressed against the wall of the closet, not knowing what you were supposed to do.

Until Heeseung accidentally steps on your shoes,

“Ow, hey!”

“Sorry!” And he moves away, tripping on the mop, crashing into you. Again.

You actually bump heads this time, both of you groaning at the collision.

“Stop moving around so much!”

“I’m trying!”

Silence follows.

It hadn’t been much of an issue when you were alone in the closet. But now that Heeseung was with you, the space seemed too small, almost.

Awkwardly, you turn on your phone’s flashlight, directing it at the top of the closet to see him better. And hopefully, dispel the weird atmosphere that had formed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“I asked first.”

Heeseung sighs.

“I was trying to get away from Yuna… she’s been especially persistent lately.”

You cringe at that. Looks like it was the same old.

“What about you?” He narrows his eyes at you.

“I was trying to hide from my friend,” you state vaguely, shrugging.

“Why?”

“Do I have to tell you?” You huff. “I kind of set him up with someone so he’s embarrassed and trying to hunt me down.”

“By any chance, is it Sunoo and Jake?”

Huh?

“Why do you ask?”

“Because Jake won’t shut up about how happy he was that he finally got Sunoo’s number.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, but smiles.

It’s not exactly directed at you, but seeing him smile, especially up close, was… fascinating.

“Do you think they’ve left us?” You ask, fiddling with your phone case, still directing the flashlight at the top. Wasn’t it weird how you both were hiding from people yet doing little to conceal yourselves—

“You’re not so bad, are you?” Heeseung mumbles under his breath, staring at you absently.

“You’re still annoying,” you huff.

“You’re more annoying.” Heeseung shoots back.

“You tripped me in the hallway in freshman year when we barely knew each other.”

“That was an accident- and you literally sabotaged our presentation because you didn’t want to work with me!”

“Not true!” You frown at him. “I was sick that week and you didn’t bother picking my call when I tried to tell you that.”

“You could have messaged me.”

“And you could have picked up my call, or gotten back to me.” You grit your teeth. “But no, you didn’t want to talk.”

Heeseung falls silent at that.

“Wait,” you pause, realising what this meant. “Is that why you’ve been an asshole to me this whole time?”

“You’re not any better,” Heeseung points out.

You sigh.

Awkward silence once again envelopes you two like a heavy, uncomfortable blanket on a summer day.

It had been a misunderstanding all the way, huh?

“We should probably leave?”

Heeseung says, pushing at the door. It doesn’t budge. Blinking, he turns towards the door, his shoulder brushing against yours, before pushing again. It makes a low creaking sound, but doesn’t open.

“The latch is kind of problematic… you can’t open it from inside once it closes fully.” You sigh.

“What do we do? How do we get out?”

“We’ll have to bang on the door so someone hears us…”

Heeseung moves around, hoping to not trip again and pushes further.

“Is anyone out there?!”

There’s no response.

“This could have been avoided if you just hadn’t shut the door.” You state dryly.

“So it’s my fault now?”

“Yes?”

Heeseung scowls at you.

“I retract my statement. You definitely are annoying.”

“It’s not like I want to be stuck in here with you either, Lee. Let’s not do this right now.”

He leans in,

“Want me to give you a reason to like it, then?”

He smirks at you. You clutch the phone tighter in your hand, shoving it in his face so he gets blinded.

"Quit being weird!"

“Hey!” He protests, trying to get you to stop. But you laugh, shoving it in his face once again.

He grabs your wrist with one hand, and the phone in another, holding it out of your reach.

“You’re not getting this back.”

His face was still close to yours, and his fingers were warm around your wrist. He must have sensed your heart rate picking up, because a cocky expression replaces the disgruntled expression he had moments ago.

“I’m being weird, huh?” He sounds smug. “Why is your heart racing, then?”

“It's not. I’m just… angry.”

“Oh?”

Your face feels hot when he leans in to inspect your expression in the dim light.

“Do you blush like this when you’re angry?” He muses, “you look pretty cute like this.”

That’s SUCH a fuckboy move, Heeseung.

“You’re in my personal space,” you mumble, pulling yourself away from him, but he doesn’t budge. “Stop messing around.”

He just slides your phone into his back pocket in response.

“Give it back,” you demand.

“Take it yourself.”

“You want to be touched by me so bad, huh?” You mock. He doesn’t respond, staring at you intensely.

Silence again. You want to kick him in the shins.

“Is that how you intimidate people?” You chuckle, a nervous undertone taking over. “Not gonna lie. That heavy eye contact makes me immensely uncomfortable.”

“I think you like it,”

“Just give me my phone back, will you?”

He smiles again.

“Take it yourself.”

He must think that you wouldn’t dare. You were going to prove him wrong. So, you reach around him, grabbing your phone through the material of his jeans while trying not to make it any more awkward — when the door swings open.

Sunoo and Jake, standing in the closet's doorway, blink at you two. You blink back at Sunoo — once, twice — before a horrified expression takes over both of your faces, while Heeseung just casually pulls away and Jake slaps a hand against his mouth.

“It’s not what it looks like I—”

“It’s okay, babe,” Heeseung grins cheekily, “they probably understand.”

“I’m not your babe!”

You turn to your still shocked best friend,

“I was just getting my phone back-"

“Your hand was on his ass, Y/n.”

Jake still had a hand against his mouth, smothering his laughter, you were sure.

“I can explain—”

…

Later that day, one of your classmates, Park Sunghoon, came up to you during lunch.

“Is it true that you are dating Heeseung?” he cocks an eyebrow, smiling.

“What?”

“Jake said you were making out with him in the closet.” He looks positively delighted. “I wanna know if I won the bet with Jay or not.”

“You bet on us-? Wait.” Realisation hits. “… SIM JAEYUN!”

masterlist.

[stranger-nightmare]

spare matt sweet talking the reading hcs? pretty please (:

*screaming* Matt is such a smooth sweet talker once he gets into it ooofffff😮‍💨

So we’ve all established that he’s super into praising you

So this is like him sweet talking you when he’s in the mood to have sex and is trying to convince you

“You’re such a pretty baby"

“Your skin is soft I could just run my hands over you for days if you’d let me"

And he’s just very persistent with his praise until you eventually give in to him

Kissing your neck as he speaks

His sweet talk when you’re feeling insecure (full headcanon on this here)

The pet names he’d have for you, darling, his angel, sweetheart / sweetie

He’d so enjoy listening to the way your heart rate responds to him calling you by your favourite pet name

The way he would compliment you so much, I can picture him being big into affirmations and always showering you with positive one

Matt is very good at verbal communication, you guys would hardly ever fight bc your communication is just on point, you’re both really good at talking problems out together

I know this is another short one but I hope you like it!!🥺✨🖤💫

- Hope🐝

[justalia]

People are constantly saying “well i want it in my 3D how can I be content with only having it in imagination” and I’m like babe😭 you missed the whole point. The 3D reflects regardless unless you pay little to no attention to it + assume it’s fake and only in imagination and it won’t reflect.

The 3D itself CANNOT satisfy you and if you continue dwelling on your state it will get reflected despite the physical world.

Alia i relate to your sp experience sm like in probably every relationship of mine but back then I didn’t understand any of those things and even after I did I thought affirmations were what manifested, not me so I fumbled again.

There was this guy who I thought was really hot both looks and personality wise and I started directly saying to him in my head “ik you’re in love and obsessed with me lol” just for funsies - i’m saying this because I want to point out that I wasn’t desiring or doubting it (also I had the feeling as if he was really like that to me but I didn’t realize it until like this year😭that happened in 2021 btw) and not even a week after he reached me out again (after I cut him off and told him I’m not interested in being a ons a couple of months back) and he was like “you know what you are the prettiest girl i’ve ever met and have the most unique and perfect personality, at first I just wanted to fuck but now I want much more than that” and long story short he was in love and obsessed with me. He started staying up very late for me despite having to wake up early for work, he was reassuring me without me asking and he even said stuff about wanting to marry me in the future😭 a 19yr old boy who atp was talking to me for 2 weeks (the law yall😮‍💨)

But little old me was insecure about her looks, had massive trust issues, when he wasn’t replying to me I felt anxious and overall I felt like he would very soon leave me. But it took time to reflect.

Whilst my negative assumptions took their time to reflect he literary started telling me how I’m always on his mind and that he’s in love with me and would always support me and take care of me. This is where not being able to experience my 3D came. I should’ve been mad happy and in love but I wasn’t. I was doubting I was insecure I thought he didn’t mean it or I just couldn’t believe. I started to affirm but this time out of lack that he’s in love and obsessed with me just to make him really be (bc i thought i was losing him for literary no reason other than my mind reassuring me) and nothing positive happened. In a week or two of things slowly growing cold between us I thought I was being cold so I started being more lovely to him but alas my negative assumptions finally made their way and out of the blue he ghosted me and that was it.

So let this story be a lesson how every assumption if persisted in will harden into fact incredibly fast. Fulfill yourself in imagination, stop desiring, take only what you see, hear, feel in your mind as solid proof and it will all happen quickly.

perfectly said!!!