#very much not a drabble

[authorangelita]

For the drabbles: "Talk to me."

Thank you for the ask! This one took me a little time because I got stuck on what book Mac would be reading, lol. And then it got a little longer and a little longer.

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Mac couldn't sleep despite the late hour.  He rubbed his eyes and then turned the page in the book he was reading.  It was a dog-eared copy of Timeline and was usually an excellent distraction from his life.  Tonight, it wasn't working.  He hadn't heard from Jack in almost two weeks.  A bad feeling was building in his gut as each hour went by without so much as a text or, hell, an email.

Putting the book aside, Mac stood and started to jog in place.  Then, he did 50 push-ups, and then 50 sit-ups.  He repeated the whole routine a few times until he was dripping with sweat and out of breath, but he wasn't tired. 

A quick, hot shower also did nothing to make him sleepy.  He was considering the benefits of warm milk or hot chocolate when Jack's ringtone startled him.

"Hello?  Jack?"

"Hey, man."  Jack's voice was warm and steady.  Mac didn't realize how much he missed it until now.

"Haven't heard from you in a while."  Mac flopped on his bed.  "Everything okay?"

"Sorry about that," Jack grunted, and Mac imagined that he too was settling into a chair or maybe his own bed.  "It's all good.  We had to go radio silent, working a lead."

Mac bit his lip to keep from asking about it.  Jack had been very clear that he would not discuss Kovacs under any circumstances.  It was for Mac's, and the rest of the team's, safety.

"Talk to me, hoss.  Are you okay?"

A lump jumped into Mac's throat, and he had to work to keep his emotions in check.  "I was worried," he finally murmured.

He heard the rasp of Jack's hand rubbing his stubbled chin or cheek.  It was familiar, something he'd heard over comms as far back as the sandbox.  "I'm sorry.  I'll try to get word out to you faster next time."

Mac's heart sank at the words 'next time'.  "We, uh, we miss you around here."

"I'll be back as soon as I can."  Jack sounded defeated, much different than when he'd first spoken on the call.  Mac felt like shit for ruining his friend's mood.  "That's all I can promise."

"I know.  I didn't mean to... I'm glad you called."

Jack cleared his throat.  "I miss you too, Mac.  Every damn day."  There was a pause and a soft curse.  "Oh, hey, it's late there, isn't it?"

Mac rolled onto his side to look at the nightstand clock.  "Almost 3:30."

"You should get some sleep." 

"Tell me a story."

"Aren't you a little old for a bedtime story?" Jack teased.

Mac adopted his Jack-voice to say, "Never too old for that, hoss."

Jack laughed, a real guffaw that was probably going to get him in trouble with his other team.  "Okay, okay, let's see.  Have I told you about the time I took a header off my horse into my mama's sunflower patch?  It all started with a bet..."

Mac's eyelids grew heavy as Jack told his tale.  He vaguely heard Jack bid him good night before he dozed off.

(Note: Timeline by Michael Crichton is one of my favorite books, and I think that Mac would enjoy the science, the history, and the fiction aspects of it.)

[soulsforsales]

Two things I’ll never understand:

Jason Todd being a “womaniser”

Idk wtf dc is on with this one but Jason Todd is not and never will be a womaniser. Like that man might be a 6 foot wall of muscles, trauma, and repressed emotions but he has zero to no experience when it comes to sex. He died as a virgin and was resurrected as one, he was groomed by Talia (acc to some canon representations, I think) so he already didn’t think of sex as this amazing or perfect thing and even if he does have sex where he feels comfortable and safe — he will cry, like who are you kidding??? Jason has mentioned that he can’t distinguish between romantic and platonic love, he’s always been too focused on his missions/job/goal to care about romance— where in the fucking hell is this guy getting time to fuck around with women??? Dc??? wtf????

Jason Todd being a cheater.

I get why people think this bcs other males in the Bat Family have not always been very… faithful, let’s say. But Jason Todd cheating on his woman??? NO FUCKING WAY. This man has had no glimpse of what a healthy and safe relationship is supposed to look like and if he finds someone who gives him that??? If he finds someone who loves him unconditionally, someone who sees behind the mask and loves the broken boy, someone who doesn’t flinch even when all of him is bare— I bet you my biscuits Jason would never even look at someone else let alone think about cheating. Jason Todd is not just any men — he’s the man. He’ll worship someone who gives him the love he’s always been deprived of. When he loves someone, he’s all in. He loves fiercely and loudly; that’s just who Jason Todd is. He’s never cheating. Period.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

btw toji loves fucking you in prone bone. and he likes to just put all of his weight on you, trapping you underneath him and he likes to just grind into you. he's so fucking big and it's just so much and you feel like you're going to pass out from the sensation. he doesn't even pull out, he just slowly rolls his hips into yours while sloppily kissing away the tears that fall from your pretty eyes.

you can't even properly moan anymore, the only sounds that slip from your lips are broken mewls and shaky breaths. his one arm is curled around your neck, supporting your heavy head with his forearm and bicep. toji feels your drool on his skin and grins to himself.

his hot breath warms your already scorching flesh and you can't keep eyes open either – the feeling of toji in your guts being too much to handle. hazy and delirious, he loves seeing you like this; he loves watching you crumble underneath him. he loves to fuck your pretty little brains out and he will keep doing so as long as he gets to see you like this.

he hisses when you clench around him, his own breath hitching. his free hand finds yours holding onto the crumpled bedsheet below you and he interwines his bigger, rougher fingers with yours.

"does it feel good, hm?" he rasps right in your ear. your body trembles at his voice, at the proximity and he feels like he's in heaven. "tell me."

but instead of an answer, you let out a defeated little whimper from the depths of your stomach. he's so heavy on top of you and you just can't bring yourself to open your mouth again. you just can't do it; you don't have the strength nor the brainpower.

he squeezes your hands before pushing himself deep inside, his tip kissing your most sensitive part. a broken cry tumbles from you accompanied by another few tears—

—but then he just stays there.

he doesn't pull away, he doesn't move at all. he's crushing you under him, he's forging your bodies together. his heart rests above yours, his warm skin sticks to yours just like it's meant to.

"toji- "

he hums and presses his lips to your sweaty temple. he can feel your body trembling, the overstimulation taking hold of you before his very eyes.

"move." your voice is almost as raspy as his is. he's proud of that too – you're giving your all to him and he welcomes you with open arms. this is his way to show you how much he really cares for you, his way of showing his love. "please."

toji chuckles darkly; even the slightest movement makes the knot in your stomach tighten in this position and you feel like you're going to cum... just from this – you're going to finish with him lodged deep inside you, exactly where he belongs.

"i asked you a question, sweetheart."

you try to wriggle yourself under him, desperate to make him move but he's way too heavy. he moves your both hands closer and tucks them right beside your head – he's making you feel smaller and smaller. it feels like you're suffocating. in the best fucking way possible.

the hand that's been resting below your jaw goes to turn your head to the side, so toji can finally kiss you. open-mouthed and sloppy, he pushes his tongue inside and groans at the taste of you. his angel. you can barely keep up with him but he doesn't mind.

he's still not moving his hips though. if anything, he spreads his big thighs a bit wider so he can burrow himself even deeper. your mouth falls slack against his and you can't fucking breathe.

"tell m', how ya feel."

cracking open your eyes, you peer at him from the corner of your eyes and he coos at you. he doesn't let go of your face, keeping you right there so he can look at your perfectly fucked out face.

"so- so good." you hiccup. lips covered in your own drool, you look like a mess. you look like you deserve a reward. "please...."

toji gives you another rumble of a hum and a soft little smile. a lovesick one. he brings your hand to his lips and he presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist while keeping his eyes on you. his lips tug upward when he feels you pulsate around him again but he doesn't tease you for it this time.

it doesn't take much for him to have you twitching and spasming below him. he drinks up every single gasp and mewl, every single whimper and moan as he keeps rocking his hips into you. he helps you ride out your earth-shattering orgasm with rougher and rougher thrusts, his own desire to fill you up and mark you as his taking hold of him.

you cry into the pillow as he growls praise at you. the air in the room is thick and the messy, slick sounds of your bodies grinding together fills the space with ease. you can hear yourself, you can hear him and it's like a perfect melody. everything is so fucking messy, it's so fucking dirty and you wouldn't want it any other way.

he gives your hand another strong squeeze as he cums. his hips stutter flush against you, skin to skin, and he lets out the most beautiful moan. he doesn't hold back anymore – he wants you to know how good you make him feel, too.

his body relaxes on top of you as he listens to you trying to catch your breath. he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

"did s'good for me." he gives you another sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck before hiding his flushed face in your hair. you give him a weak hum, the exhaustion hitting you like a truck. your eyes flutter shut but you gather your last strength to raise and pull his hand to your lips. you need to feel him; more, more, more – he needs to be even closer. always.

soft lips against the back of his hands, you whisper. "iloveyou..."

the words all mix together, coming out as a muddled mess... but it's his muddled mess. he can't help but smile lazily at your sleepy confession.

"i love y'too."

he lets you rest for a bit, he knows you need it. he plays with your hair and he drags his fingers over your smaller ones. he doesn't want to pull away, he wants to stay like this forever.

[lilacgaby]

katsuki would not be overly sweet to his crush. he would come off as mean.

it's not his fault! you make him feel things he'd never felt before. especially if you met him when he was in middle school or early on in his first year. he didn't know why his heart beat fast around you, why his hands sweated more around you, why his mind blanked when you asked him simple things.

his solution? avoid you and get out of conversations with you as soon as he can.

it worked, for a while. but he found that your friend groups overlapped, and sometimes you'd even be grouped together in class.

most conversations between you went as such. "hey, uh bakugo?" you'd ask, moving to face him. he'd stay still as a board, ignoring the rush of his heart and hot feeling on his cheeks. his grip on his pen tightened.

at no response you'd continue. "do you have a-"

"no."

"??? i didn't even-"

"leave me alone."

good thing his friends picked up on his behavior and diagnosed him with said crush. and good thing they shoved the two of you into a closet for seven minutes in heaven, forcing him to finally talk to you, finally realize these feelings brightened him up inside and weren't as bad as he made them out to be.

after that he begun to treat you differently, it was seen in the small things like offering you his jacket, fixing your hair for you, walking you home.

but more than everyone, you'd be the most surprised. because the same guy who avoided you like the plague would be offering his shoulder for you to lay on.

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[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

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thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

bun note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[ciy0]

i just thunk a thought so please bare with me

I’m thinking about how Mingyu is definitely the type of guy that’s drawn to someone who’s severely lacking in the love department or who might’ve been hurt deeply in the past. He doesn’t do it consciously, but he just starts to notice you. How sometimes you have this far away look in your eyes, or how you keep your head down when talking to others or god forbid he overhears you demeaning yourself disguised in jest. He so full of love I see him gravitating towards someone who’s cup it’s damn near on empty but trying their best to save every last drop and he just wants to pour everything thing he has into it and then some; till it’s overflowing.

He doesn’t even realize his initial interest blossoming into a full blown crush. He wants to be the shoulder you cry on, he wants to carry any burdens you have, he wants to see that smile that reaches your eyes be directed at him. He just wants you bursting at the seams from happiness but he’s a little selfish in the fact that he wants it to be by his hand.

He notices the little things and big things about you that may go unnoticed by others and finds himself worrying over you and rooting for you even before you both have a proper conversation. Wondering if you ate, if you had a good day today, if you enjoyed the new episode of that anime he overheard you liked (he started watching it too), if you slept well even though the most you’ve both uttered to each other was a simple pleasantry in passing and a bow.

His mind reels when you kindly pick up things people accidentally dropped or that one time you helped clean up the coffee he’d spilt on the floor without a word. Or even that time when you offered a staff member your umbrella on a rainy day saying you had two, just for him to see you drenched in the rain a couple blocks away as his driver took him home (once recovered from the shock he shot out of the car running back to where he saw you last but you were long gone). His heart clenched painfully when he heard the reason he hadn’t seen you around the week after that was because you had come down with a nasty cold. You give and give without ever expecting anything in return; without thinking you deserve anything in return. But who’s giving to you?

He finds his gaze wondering off in your direction during social gatherings. His own features softly morphing into a for-longing smile as he sees you enjoy yourself with your group of friends, hearing that rare burst of genuine laughter at whatever you guys were joking about. He cursed his cowardice, not being able to approach confidently like how he’d imagine in his head so many times. He had some mutual friends maybe that’d be a good place to start—

He was startled out of his reverie as Seungwan pointed out his goofy expression teasing “What’s got you so distracted lover boy?” Mingyu ops to just huff a smile in into his drink as he bashfully looked away.

You, it was you who had him like this

[pearynice]

Steve learned from a young age that negative reactions were not to be tolerated.

Neutral reactions were safest, but positive ones would be accepted too.

No matter how angry his father got, or how stressed out his mother became, Steve had to be the constant. He was there to be a sounding board. To swallow their anger and their anxieties so they could be free of it.

If his father slammed doors or yelled himself hoarse, if his mother put the dishes away so aggressively the china would crack, he was to accept it. Expect it, even.

“Maybe you left them at the restaurant,” Steve had suggested one evening, after his mother couldn’t find her sunglasses.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she’d dismissed, “I had them when we left the restaurant.”

“We could go back and double check,” Steve had offered, and his mother had fixed him with a stern look.

“Please, Steven, listen to me,” she’d said, emphasizing each word like he was dim, “I had them when I left the restaurant.”

Steve had frowned, then, because her reaction wasn’t fair. He was only trying to help. “I’m only trying to help.” He had snapped back, hurt interlacing every word.

His mother had sighed. “Please, don’t take everything so personally, Steven,” she’d say, which he’d grow to learn was her favorite thing to say- to tell him to not take everything so personally- “you always act like I’m so mean to you- let me tell you, kids these days are so soft- do you know the kinds of things my mother used to yell at me?”

And ever since then, those were her words of comfort. For Steve to not take everything so personally. But what she really meant, he eventually learned, maybe too slowly for her liking, is that as much as his parents were allowed to shout and swear and knock things around, he was to stay perfectly neutral. 

And so he did. He learned to shut down and not engage when people got mad, or sad, or irritated. He was to not react. 

And he was to certainly never express those emotions himself. 

And then Nancy was different. She knew, somehow, even though he was so good at hiding it, when he was mad, or sad, or irritated. She’d wrap him in her arms and press her lips to his cheek, and promise that she was there for him. That it was okay.

Until it wasn’t okay. Until it was all bullshit. And his feelings didn’t feel like his own anymore, even the happy ones. Until blocking out the good felt as necessary as blocking out the bad.

But then he had Robin. Through the worst night of his life he got Robin, and Steve would endure the Russian torture all over again if it meant he got to keep his best friend. His platonic soulmate. Because she loved him, unconditionally, she loved him, through his bitchiness and his anger and his fear she loved him, and she loved him so much that his happiness could become her's, and he had never met anyone who saw him so completely.

But it was still hard. He had a difficult time engaging when people got mad. Had a hard time hearing and listening when he got into spats with anyone but her, because if it wasn't her, it wasn't safe.

——

“Are you even listening?” Eddie snaps, his face twisting into a deeper frown. A hurt frown.

There’s a hard set to his jaw now. Steve can see the way his muscles flex around the bone, jumping and twitching as his boyfriend stares at him.

“Yes,” Steve says, and he wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs. “I promise, I’m listening.”

“Really?” Eddie says tersely, and he leans on the kitchen counter, gaze boring into Steve as he continues, “what did I just say, then?”

Fuck. It was- 

It was something about Steve cleaning. Eddie hadn’t liked it. Stomped through the living room and the kitchen and the dining room trying to find something-

And the footsteps were heavy, and irritated, and Steve hadn’t wanted to listen anymore. Because if he was neutral, if he blocked it out, the storm would pass.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says instead, and he moves so he can take one of Eddie’s hands, “I promise, baby, it won’t happen again,” he reaches for Eddie’s hand, but his boyfriend steps out of the way.

“What won’t happen again?” And Eddie’s not shouting, hasn’t even raised his voice, but Steve can feel pins and needles in his fingertips because he doesn’t know what to do. He stayed neutral. He doesn’t know how to swallow this. How to soak in Eddie’s anger until it goes away.

“The-” Steve flounders, “the- the cleaning. It won’t.” He swallows thickly. “That’s what won’t.”

The frown line between Eddie’s eyebrows softens, just a little.

“Steve,” he says, and his voice is much, much softer now, “are you okay?”

Steve nods mutely. Of course, he’s okay. He’s always okay.

Eddie’s arms drop from their crossed position across his chest. “Stevie,” he says, and Steve loves it when he calls him that, “where'd you go, just now?”

Eddie’s wrapping his hand around Steve’s, now. Which is good. Touch makes sense. And this kind of touch, the ones Eddie gives him, are always soft. Always gentle and reassuring. 

“Sorry,” Steve whispers again. “I don’t like arguing. It makes it hard to think.”

Eddie’s thumb starts running gently over Steve’s knuckles. 

“Okay,” Eddie sounds uncertain. “Baby, look at me.”

Steve lifts his gaze to meet Eddie’s. His boyfriend smiles at him. It’s a sad smile. “I love you,” he says, “even when I’m frustrated, I love you, okay?”

Steve nods mutely again. 

“Was it something I said?” And Eddie sounds so sad when he asks, and Steve would do anything to make that sadness go away.

“No,” he reassures, and he tries to smile. “No, Eddie. It’s nothing you did.”

Eddie doesn’t look convinced. He looks even sadder, now, and Steve doesn’t know how to get this to stop.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, “tell me what’s going on in there.” He brings his free hand up to Steve’s head, rests his thumb against his temple.

Steve leans into the touch, closes his eyes, because it’s easier that way. “I dunno,” he whispers, “it’s like my whole brain shuts off when I know someone’s mad.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He wraps his arms around Steve, brings him into his chest even though they’re the same height. Steve’s always liked it here, in Eddie’s chest. It makes him feel protected.

“I’m not mad anymore,” Eddie promises. He presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. I’ve had a bad day. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I’m sorry too, my love.”

It takes many more fights after that one before Eddie completely understands. But eventually, through the years, Steve feels comfortable enough to start little fights of his own. To tell Eddie off for leaving his dirty socks in their bed. To tell him no we can’t keep an entire litter of kittens.

And Eddie would listen every time. And sometimes his boyfriend would get mad, too. And those times they would fight. Once or twice they’d even slept in separate beds. 

But always Eddie made him feel safe. Steve could respond without fear because Eddie made space for him. He made space for Steve’s anger and irritation and insecurities, because Eddie loves him through it all.

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[hyuckwrlds]

>> completely

wc: 0.4k take it right from the start

“How’d you get this one?” Jaehyun asks, taking your hand in his. 

He pulls your arm to identify a scar running across the valleys of your knuckles. It takes a few seconds to register what he’s talking about; the tiny mark already long forgotten to you. He traces over it with his thumb, rousing your eyes to open.

“I think that’s from my childhood dog,” you reply, unsure. Face pressed into the familiar softness of his sheets, you wrack your brain for more context. 

“She wasn’t a fan of baths,” you tack on lamely.

“Clearly,” he teases, adjusting himself against the headboard. 

His gaze flicks over to you and a small smile pulls at his lips. You can already tell he’s picturing the exact scene: your 10-year-old self standing off against a dog covered in soap bubbles. The little laugh that follows gives him away easily; it’s so cute that you almost laugh too.

“Oh. Did you know you have a mole here?” he suddenly inquires, flipping your hand over.

You blink. Lifting your head, you lean over to follow his gaze. And through the dim light of his room, he points out a spot near the base of your pinky. There’s a pause as you study the newfound marking on you.

“See?” he turns to watch your reaction, leaning in close enough to where his lips brush against your hairline, softened by the mango-flavored lip balm he keeps stealing from you. 

You huff in disbelief. “Huh. I didn’t know that.”

“I figured,” he coolly presses a kiss to the side of your head and something in your chest fills with warmth. He’s always been more perceptive than he lets on.  

A short, airy chuckle vibrates through him as you fall back to settle against his shoulder. When your eyes close and he laces his fingers with yours, he rests his cheek atop your head. 

“I feel like you know me better than I know myself now,” you joke, stifling back a yawn. But a part of you truly means it. Noticing things about you has always come easy to him.

“Good,” he says. You can practically hear the grin in his voice.

“Good?” you parrot. “Why? Are you trying to steal my identity?”

“No,” he begins, trailing off. “It’s just…”

You look back up at him and the beginnings of a bashful smile start to appear on his sweet, dimpled face. He looks to where your hands are intertwined, steady atop his heart. 

“I want to love every part of you.”

[messysketchyobeyme]

Sitting in front of Lucifer on your bed, you comb your fingers through his hair. His eyes are half closed in a rare moment of vulnerability. He mumbles something about your fingertips feeling nice.

You softly tug on the longer part of Lucifer’s bangs and pin it back using a butterfly clip you plucked from your pocket. Humoring you, Lucifer tilts his head, so it’s easier for you to readjust the clip.

“You’re adorable,” you say, admiring your work.

An unrecognizable look clouds Lucifer’s eyes. It’s not a negative expression, but it reads somewhat as cocky. Almost like he thinks what you said is funny, but in a demeaning way. “Adorable…that’s not a word most people would use to describe me.”

You add a cute heart barrette to the other side of Lucifer’s hair. He lets you. “Aww, do you not like it?” you tease.

“I do not.”

“Really?” you ask, taking out a sticker of a daisy from your pocket.

As you peel off the back, Lucifer turns his cheek toward you. “Really,” he says. You stick the sticker on and press it down with your thumb.

You take out a ponytail holder. “Really really?”

Lucifer has the audacity to huff amusedly through his nose all the while turning his head to let you grab a small chunk of Lucifer’s hair. You tie a cute little ponytail on the top of his head.

“Yes, really really,” Lucifer says with only a tiny hint of annoyance.

You pull out a ribbon from your pocket and don’t even say anything when Lucifer immediately lowers his head.

[miscellaneousdae]

[10:14 pm] — Choi San ᡣ𐭩

please enjoy this little blurb about moving in with san, and trying to get your cats to bond with each other…or, more accurately, me using that scenario as an excuse to write about soft, domestic san

choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you s-

“I think they’re getting along,” San mutters, leaning back into the couch, shoulders pressing into the firm cushions. Your gaze wanders over his big shoulders, just admiring the gorgeous man that you get to call yours. Your eyes meet his, heart warming at the way he sweetly smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the sides as dimples form on his soft cheeks.

“Yeah,” you respond, plopping down next to him after he patted the spot beside him. He extends one arm over your shoulders, gently bringing you even closer to him. You happily nuzzle into his warmth, throwing your leg over his lap as you do so, your head resting on his chest.

You both look at the sight in front of you; your cat and his sniffing at one another. When your cat nuzzles against Byeol (San’s cat) and is met with a similar nuzzle, the pair seeming to approve of one another, you grin. “They’re definitely getting along,” you hum happily, resting your chin on San’s chest as you look up at him. He looks at you, hand rubbing over your back. “I love you,” you say, merely a whisper.

“I love you,” he responds, nuzzling his nose against yours in a way that’s reminiscent of your beloved pets, and god, everytime you genuinely think you can’t fall any harder for this man, he doesn’t something like that, and you fall deeper into your abyss of pure adoration for him.

You press your lips against his, the two of you sharing a short, sweet kiss. Just when San goes back in for seconds, a thud sounds on the couch, and there Byeol is stepping up on San’s thigh, clearly wanting attention. In a similar fashion, your cat follows in Byeol’s steps, sitting at your feet.

“That’ll have to wait, we have kids to tend to,” San says playfully, pecking your lips before turning his attention to Byeol, petting the purring cats’ head sweetly. You push yourself off of San just to scoop your own cat up, and soon, the four of you are snuggled up on the couch.

Nothing else in the world could bring you the very happiness and contentment you feel in this moment.

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Sebastian banging his quill on the table in frustration)

MC: Stop that! How would you feel if I banged you on the table like that?

Sebastian: I-I don't know the correct answer to that question.

[thelonelyshore-if]

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I am a little nervous to post this, but I'm really pleased with what I've got here. Jay's point of view of finding and saving the MC. It ended up at just under 4.5k words. I hope that you all enjoy!

Just a heads-up: since this is in Jay's point of view, there are some things revealed that haven't been revealed yet in-story. Basically all of it in regards to Ravi's Deal. Nothing is explained fully, but they talk frankly about some of it.

Sharing just in case there's anyone who wants to completely avoid that sort of thing.

TWs beneath the cut.

Minor injuries to a dog, death, drowning, vomiting.

[salsakiyoomi]

“so this is it? you’re just going to leave?” 

suna’s voice slightly breaks as he asks that question, he doesn’t know where he went wrong — when he went wrong for you to suddenly break up with him, like, for god’s sake, you've been dating for three years, what happened?

it hurts when you don’t answer, it hurts even more that you won’t meet his gaze with your face turned away from him, “come on, y/n, look at me.” he says pleadingly.

you don’t look at him, you’re not sure if it’s because you don’t want to see the desperate look in his eyes, or if it’s to hide the tears in your own, “i’m sorry, rin.” you say quietly, “this is just — it’s not working out, okay?”

“not working out?” he repeats back, his voice breaks again, “what do you mean? we’ve - we’ve been together for three years, we were happy, you were happy. what changed?”

the chilly december breeze blows against the two of you — you hug yourself as if seeking warmth, it was cold atop the rooftop of suna’s penthouse and you were starting to doubt if it was even a good idea to bring him up here for this.

you inhale in a shaky breath, “look, i just think we need a break, okay?” you don’t tell him it’s because you think he’s spending too much time at practice, or that it’s because he’s not giving you the attention you need, no more clinging to you on friday nights watching horror movies or that it’s because of the one too many nights out drinking with his friends and coming home with the overwhelming scent of a woman’s perfume completely engulfing him — you know suna would never cheat on you but the implication that he might’ve in the haze of the alcohol and the zero recollection in his hangover the next day leaves you doubting.

“a break? and then what? we’re just gonna get back together after you’re done cooling off?” the last part comes out a little harsher than he meant — he’s hurt, he doesn’t get it, you’re just going to leave with no reason whatsoever. 

he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “sorry, i…didn’t mean it like that.”

you still won’t look at him, and it hurts more than he would admit, “i just, i don’t get it.” he mumbles, almost like he’s talking to himself, “at least tell me why you’re leaving.” it comes out in a whisper, he doesn’t want to believe this is actually happening.

“i told you, rin, this just isn’t working out.” you say quietly, looking down on the city lights below, hugging your jacket — his jacket closer to yourself to keep your body warm as another harsh gust of wind blows.

he groans, “this isn’t a reason — come on, baby, we’re happy — ” he says but you cut him off “we were happy, rin. but this,” you finally turn around to look at him and gesture with your hand between the two of you — and suna doesn’t miss the tears brimming the corners of your eyes, “whatever this is now between us, this isn’t how we used to be — i just, i can’t do it anymore.” you say, your voice finally breaks, your cold resolve shattering.

“why?” he asks quietly, attempting to hold your gaze but you turn away from him, “i think you know why.” you murmur.

he doesn’t, he really doesn’t but he doesn’t think that there is a way to get you to back down from this anymore.

silence falls around the two of you like a heavy blanket that only makes the december night colder — he lets out a huff of air, turning around to look at the roof — the couch by the pool that the two of you used to sit by all the time, soft lips pressed against each other and sweet nothings whispered to one another, talking about a future the two of you would share as you got drunk on each other’s love.

he doesn’t think he can come back up here without thinking of you again.

“fine.” he finally says, breaking the silence, “if this is what you want then fine.”

he doesn’t mean that, he doesn’t want that — he wants to hold you in his arms and kiss you and tell you that he can fix this and that everything will be okay, he doesn’t want to let you go but he knows that he has to.

you nod your head, and you turn around to face him and he wonders if you’re hurt about this the same way he is.

“this is yours,” you mumble quietly as you begin to take off your jacket and he raises a hand to stop you, “keep it.” he says, “i don’t want it.” it’ll only remind him of you, as if everything else wouldn’t.

now it’s his turn to look away from you, he can’t bear it, the sight of you, your face or your hair or the blush that taints your cheeks from the cold or how pretty your lips look, knowing damn well that he won’t see you again.

you gulp and nod, “i’m sorry, suna.” he tries to ignore how much his heart aches when you use his last name, tries to ignore how his chest tightens when you actually walk past him and he catches a whiff of your perfume — the one you love so much, the one he loves so much.

the december cold is chilling when another gust of wind blows and you’re gone with his jacket and suna is left with an empty feeling in his chest.

he’s never getting the jacket back, or you for that matter.

a/n : can be read as the prequel to this and is inspired by this drabble by @augustinewrites

[teddybeartoji]

dazai and gojo are so similar in my head. silly little touch starved geniuses<33333333

they both get so lovesick – staring at you with hearts in their eyes as you talk about your day. they rest their heads on their palms, twirling a strand of your hair between their slender fingers while humming. there's a sickeningly sweet smile plastered onto their faces, the corners of their eyes crinkling at the sight of you dramatically reenact even the smallest details.

they hope you never stop talking – they want to listen to you forever; they want to look at you forever. you give them so much comfort, you make them feel safe and sounds just with your voice. and your smile. and your eyes.

after you're done, they'll smother you with honeyed kisses – mouth, nose, cheeks, eyes, forehead, jaw, temple; they won't stop until you're melting into their arms with laughter spilling from your lips like a waterfall.

(is is bad that they want to drown? is it bad they want you to swallow them whole? is it bad they want to sink; to hide from the world and just be yours forever?)

[whimzycle]

Hi Whimzycle! I'm a HUGE fan of your art, it makes my days brighter and I absolutely love how you draw Aster! <3 I started enjoying ROTG and the GOC saga again and I was wondering if you felt comfortable sharing your top 3 fanfics! :)

Thank you so much!

Daawwee thank you!! I appreciate it!! I used to be intimidated when it comes to drawing Bunny but lo and behold, he is the only one that I drew the most out of all the rotg cast lmao.

As for fics though...[Sweats in majority of the rotg fics I read are Jackrabbit centric]

I'll try to keep it as neutral as possible though lmao

Top 1. Prelude to Time Feelers by atimefeeler

I'm sorry I know I said I'll keep it neutral but I really can't help it. It's a really good fic, Jackrabbit notwithstanding. In my defense, the romance isn't really romancing, really they're more queer platonic that's why I like it very much. This fic is so good, genuinely. It's a reimagine of events that happen in both the book series and the movie. The fusion of both media is really well-done and it's world-building even more so! It features perspectives from Mother Nature, Bunnymund and Jack. So like, essentially, you get Mother Nature's backstory, Bunny's backstory and Jack's pov all in one chapter. It's great I love it. High tier, 10/10 fic. Though if you really aren't comfortable with the Jackrabbit part of it, it's cool. I still think you should give it a try lmao.

Top 2. My Stars and Your Valleys by ketren

This is one of the really cool ones lmao. It's a science-fiction au!!! Almost like the likes of Star Trek but it feels more like a treasure planet for me lmao (I've never seen star trek, I'm sorry I'm a degenerate lmao) One of the things that I really like about this fic is how well it incorporates elements of the movie into this fic like oh my god. Especially Jack's initial relationship with the guardians is almost like the movie and it's good, it's great I love it. Oh and the plot!! Goddamn the plot!! It's so eerie and mysterious and I love it. It keeps you interested for the entire duration of the fic, wondering what the hell is happening lmao. But oh! I most love Jack's relationship with his sister, even though it's only at the first and last chapters lmao. They're so good, I love how complex it is. It's a high tier, 10/10 fic!!! Please read it!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!!

Top 3. 188 Hugs by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Affectionate Guardians are my weakness and this fic exploits my love for it. Also, it's Jack and Bunny centric so it's a two-for two punch of things that I love. The title says it all when it comes to the plot lmao. It's essentially an exploration of Jack and Bunny's friendship through hugging lmao. It's a great fic high tier, 10/10. (Although really, any fic from this author is a 10/10) I love how it tackles the Jack is lonely for 300 years bit and the only way to dismantle that is through the power of friendship and found family. Really, the only solution to everything. And I love it, it's great, it's amazing and I feel so much joy over this fic. I really don't need to explain much lmao. This fic is just so good, I'll let it explain itself for you. So please!! Read it!!! So you can experience the immense joy I had when reading it lmao!!!!!!

Now, I know you only said my top 3, but I'm adding honorable mentions because it is a crime if I do not include any of them:

Sparks Fly by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Naughty and Nice by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Not a Guardian by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Advent, Advection by pengiesama

Selenographia, sive Lunae descriptio by pengiasama

Looming Shadows by Reidluver

Nights and Nights Again by partingxshot

When Hope Gives Way to Joy by taizi

Other Ways by Asidian

Unique by Asidian

Learning to See by emeralddawn

Mischief Managed followed by April Fools by Neyiea

Allegro Non Molto by tablrcloth

Flower Prompt: Yarrow by melissae-astron

Like a Star by Lunermoon1000

Protege by ProlixEllipsis