#Aaaaaaa I can’t word this right

[applespider]

Strong independent woman? More like pathetic dependent woman who’s flaws counter out any good qualities she has twice over. I’m still talking about Aqua. I love her so much. That’s something I really like about the Konosuba cast in general. Found family without the wholesome. They never leave the first town, they’re constantly in debt, everyone knows them as those weirdos who cause problems, but they kind of love each other anyway. They’re found family because they all suck so much they can’t survive without each other. They aren’tin a position to reject each other because of their weird or unlikeable qualities. They’re the same. You just kind of accept it. And isn’t that what family is?

I’m not wording this right, but they’re just such normal people. They like cool stuff even if it’s seen as cringe, they can’t help but blow their earnings on nice alcohol, they work a regular job because adventuring doesn’t really pay. They adjust to each other. Kazuma taking Megumin out to do her explosions, Aqua and Kazuma being the same fucking person, both irritating each other and understanding each other because of it. Kazuma not wanting to fight the demon king because it sounds like a lot of work. They accept each others weirdness out of necessity. That’smy type of found family.

[jamminvroomvroom]

our secret moments.

ln x fem!reader // childhood friend to lovers

in which you’re friends. best friends. but then you buy a dress for him to take off.

this one is for you guys. thank you for inspiring this, my beloved dress anons. i hope you guys love this as much as i do, and that i got it right for you! obsessed with the concepts and brain rot that went into this aaaaaaa lemme know what you think i beg <3 also sorry if the formatting gets weird, trying out smau elements again :D

songs to set the mood: DRESS by taylor swift

warnings: 18+!! minors dni! smut, oblivious friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst, mutual pining, general sex acts, language, an argument

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your dress sparkles like a mirrorball as the lights flash along the strip.

vegas week begins with a bang; it’s the night of lando’s 24th birthday. the name of your dad’s company is plastered all over the city, as it usually is wherever there’s a race weekend. a round of golf leads to dinner plans and you get dressed up nice with your girlfriends.

you’re almost ready when lando texts you, your friends giving you a look that you brush off when they see the papaya heart next to his name. you tell him you’ll all be ready soon, that’ll you meet him and the boys in the lobby.

high heels sound against the marble floor of the hotel. you walk confidently, tall, scanning for the group of men you’ll be spending the evening with. you spot max fewtrell first, your dear friend here for the occasion, and then ash, who has his back to you. it’s because he’s talking to lando, your best friend, the man that made you fly in to sin city a week earlier than you would have liked.

he’s looking at you before you even see him, watching you walk towards him over ash’s shoulder. he’s checked out from the conversation the second he spots you, glittering under the chandeliers. he can’t breathe, because you’re wearing a dress that renders him somewhere between life and death.

but you’re getting closer, and max, who can see the look on lando’s awestruck face, nudges him so hard in the ribs. he forces himself to inhale, smile, keep breathing.

“good evening, mr norris.” you grin, squeezing his shoulder. “we starting with slots or drinks?”

both is the agreed upon answer, and you let loose in the casino. you watch him roll the dice at one of the game tables, and suddenly, you’re twelve years old again, playing board games on the floor of a hotel room, while your dads talk at the bar downstairs.

your father is, perhaps, the worlds biggest motorsport fan. he’d been sponsoring different series’ since you were little, and he hadn’t stopped expanding as you’d gotten older. that’s how you’d met lando, aged ten years old with braids in your hair, covered in mud, somewhere in the english countryside. you’d been going to kart races since you could walk, and you were sure from the first time you spoke to the small british boy that you’d be destined to meet him. he’d left a mark on you that day, something golden; he radiated sunshine.

your friendship flowed like wine over the years, nice and easy. time on the road with your father meant that lando was the friend you saw the most, and it stayed that way throughout your teenage years. lando’s step up into formula 1 was paired very well with your dad’s investment into mclaren, and five years later, you rarely missed a race.

lando was so easy to be friends with that it was only natural that he was just as easy to love. platonically. you loved him platonically. it was easy to have late night dinner’s with him in his hotel room, easy to walk around the cities you visited with him until your legs hurt, easy to fall asleep on his bed after a netflix binge. so when he told you to pack your bags and be in vegas, it was like he’d pulled an invisible string, because of course, that’s where you would be.

your friend is waving her hand in front of your face when you finally snap out of it. you’ve been staring across the room for god knows how long, and now the girls are laughing at you.

okay, so maybe it’s not just platonically, but you’d rather die than admit it.

“still gonna tell us there’s nothing between you?” nancy, one of your closest friends, teases. your other friend, mia, is giggling beside her. they’d both flown out for the race as well, and had spent the last two years helplessly watching you fall harder and faster.

“shut up,” you whine. “he’s my-“

“best friend.” they both cut you off in unison, mockingly. nancy rolls her eyes.

“he is!” you protest, waving them off.

you leave them in the dust to join the lads at the table. lando’s arm is draped over your shoulder the second you arrive.

“lost your millions yet?” you whisper into his ear. he tuts in response, knowing grin on his face.

“you have no faith in me, honey.” he bumped your hip with his as he spoke.

the game continues, and somehow, much to your surpise, lando gets richer. the walk from the casino to the club is short, and soon enough, you’re drunk and sweating under strobe lights. rounds and rounds of shots disappear and you sink deeper and deeper into the booth you’d reserved.

you let the music thrum through your body, closing your eyes in contentment. a knee nudges yours, and you open your eyes to see lando sliding into the booth next to you. he hands you a drink, and you mouth him a thank you.

“got your eye on anyone here?” lando’s head is resting in the crook of your neck when he asks. it’s obviously just so that you can hear him.

you pull back from him, scanning his face for a moment, really taking him in. the slope of his nose, curls matted on his forehead, grey blue eyes that you swear flit to your lips for just a second. just a brief second. you smile, soft and tired.

“nope.” you mouth back to him. “you?”

lando returns your smile, mirroring you perfectly. he shakes his head.

it’s around 3:30am when you crave the sweet release of sleep. your feet are aching and your head is throbbing. no questions are asked when lando offers you a piggyback ride.

you ignore the way your friends look at you both when he carries you up to your room.

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you ignore the nausea pooling in the pit of your belly.

apparently, the medical centre isn’t that far away when you sprint there. harsh fluorescent lights greet you when you burst through the door, searching for a mop of curls and a burst of orange. your eyes find adam, lando’s dad, and you rush to his side.

“is he okay?” something about the fear in your eyes makes adam crack a smile. it seems there’s no hiding how you feel from anyone except lando.

“they’re just checking him over now, think they might take him to the hospital, just to be safe.” adam explains. “he was asking for you.” he smiles again.

“so it’s just precautionary?” you ignore the last bit. you ignore the way it makes your stomach twist and your brain fight to keep a smile off of your face.

“you can see him, if you want.” adam gestures towards the nearest examination room.

you’re gone before he can say anything more, bursting into the room without even thinking of knocking.

lando’s pretty much stoned. god knows what they gave him but it seems to be working; he’s propped up on the bed, cracks a sleepy smile when he sees you.

“hey, pretty girl.” he drawls, waving slowly. you pray you’re not blushing.

“scared me out there, you prick.” you joke, but your voice shakes.

“c’mere.” he frowns, so you walk around his bed. he slaps the small spot next to him clumsily, and you perch on the edge of the bed.

lando grabs your hand, pulling you in closer, eyelids drooping as he does it.

“i’m sorry, honey. always wanna race well for you.” lando is pouting. he’s fucking pouting at you.

“hey, hey, it’s fine! as long as you’re okay.”

he nods like a child being told off, but he doesn’t drop your hand. he doesn’t drop it in the helicopter to the hospital, either.

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“i just don’t get why you keep wearing the fucking shoes if they hurt so much.” lando bumps your shoulder with his, teasing you.

“sometimes you do what you gotta do for the ‘fit.” you huff, trying to keep up with him.

you’re on your way to dinner with lando, marking your first night in dubai. the restaurant isn’t too far, but your shoes are simply not cooperating. you’d left lando to book a table, knowing that a name drop from him would mean good food and not too many people there to watch you both eat it. after vegas, the rumour mill was working overtime, and you’d had a headache for two days as a result.

none of your other friends have arrived in the emirates yet, so it leaves just the two of you to hang out. it’s something you usually love to do, but after the whirlwind of the last few days, it makes your tummy twist.

you can’t stop thinking about the hospital, your hand in his, the way he’d demanded you accompany him despite the presence of his literal father. you absolutely can’t stop thinking about “pretty girl” or the lazy smile on his face when he said it, like it was what he always called you. he usually sticks to honey, not the most platonic thing in the world, but he said it once and it just stuck.

you’re pulled out of your downward spiral by the way he suddenly comes to a stop in the middle of the pavement. you look at him confused, but then he’s making a suggestion that makes you want to lay done in front of an oncoming ferrari.

“want me to carry your shoes? you can put them on right before we go in.” lando shrugs. you must be blushing by the way he fights off a smile.

“lando, i cannot walk down the streets of dubai shoeless.” you scowl. he chuckles.

“says who? give ‘em here. you can wear mine if you want.” lando reasons, and after staring at him likes he’s grown a second head, you cave.

you start to crouch down but he beats you to it. your breath hitches in your throat when his fingers graze your ankle. you watch in shocked silence as he undoes each clasp, letting you step out of the shoes. the pavement is relatively cool under your feet, and it snaps you out of your state. you decline his offer of his own shoes, and he’s started walking again when you stop him.

“lando, why are you doing this?”

“you took good care of me last weekend. least i can do.” he tells you, and you nod once. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” he ushers you along and you walk the rest of the way in silence, silver heels swinging in his hand.

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the restaurant is licensed, so you find solace in a glass of white wine. lando sticks to water.

your mains arrive and you natter back and forth, discussing the end of the season and any gossip you may have acquired. you barely stop laughing, head thrown back every time he opens his mouth. it feels easy again, and you find yourself thawing out, previous worries shoved to the back of your mind.

“so what’s next year looking like? last year of your degree.” lando wiggles his eyebrows, wearing a hint of pride on his face.

“might have to stay away from race tracks for a while. it’s gonna be a busy year.” you sigh. his face obviously falls.

“how long is a while? need my cheerleader.” it’s said in jest, but desperation lies in the outskirts of his voice.

“until the summer break.” you frown. you’d gotten far too comfortable studying on the road.

“can’t you continue as you are? i’m gonna mis- your dad will miss you.” lando corrects himself and your fork clatters against your plate.

“can’t get rid of me too easily, norris.” you clean up the awkward mess before it can even become one, returning to the lighter side of the conversation.

“trust me, i’m not trying to.” he flirts. in jest.

you roll your eyes and gulp down wine.

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your back is to his chest and the music is unbearable. it doesn’t stop you from swaying your hips against his.

nothing beats the abu dhabi grand prix’s after party.

lando stays p6 in the championship, but it’s only by one stupid point. celebration is certainly called for, and you bask in the freedom of the season ending.

you don’t even want to think about the way he hugged you when he got out of the damn car.

so you don’t. you drink and you dance and you beg for someone else to try and take you home so that you can avoid him. you’re scared, fucking terrified, and avoiding him seems like the best option.

that’s until he finds you in the sea of people, because of course he does, and you get closer, closer, closer, until there’s no room for god and his hands are on your hips.

it feels too fucking good to stop, you can’t even compute pulling away, so you let yourself go. what’s the point in trying to hide the way you feel when he’s holding you against his crotch? ah, yes. a cornerstone of friendship.

but it’s too hot and it’s too bright and it’s too loud and the anxiety hits. it hits and you can’t stop the way you freeze up against him. you’re sick to death of pretending. you’re sick to death of nights like this one repeating themselves far too often, only to wake up in the morning and act like it means nothing. like the way he holds you and looks at you and touches you means nothing.

no matter how drunk he is, no matter how far gone he is, he knows you too damn well. he’s spinning you around in his arms and pulling you through the hoards of people.

cool air lands on your flushed skin and you realise you’re in the smoking area. lando looks wrecked, but he’s watching you as intently as he can manage.

“you okay, honey? want me to take you home?” he’s rubbing your arm as he speaks and tears well in your eyes. you’re not entirely sure why.

“stay, i don’t wanna ruin your night.” you croak. you need to get out of there immediately.

“no, no, no, you’re my priority, i’ll call us a driver and w-“

“stop it, lando. i can go back to the hotel alone.” he looks bewildered, and you don’t blame him. you sound harsh, way too harsh considering what he’d offered.

“i should take you.” he replies quietly and you feel bad.

great, now you are crying.

“just- i don’t want this to change, i don’t want us to change and if you keep on like this-“

alas, everything changes, then. every unsaid word is fair game and neither of you are holding back. the shots you’ve thrown back fuel an explosion.

“if i keep on like this? what, you think i don’t see the way you look at me?” lando’s words hit like venom and you’re white hot with embarrassment.

fiery despair hits you and you’re bound to regret every word when you’re sober and sane.

“at least i don’t fuck with your head.”*

“you think that doesn’t fuck with my head? the one woman i- fuck, you know what? it doesn’t matter.” he bites his tongue but you most certainly don’t.

“what? what, lando? as if the way i look at you compares to carrying my shoes and putting me to bed and calling me pretty and every other thing that you do to drive me up the fucking wall.” you spit.

your tears burn your cheeks, you’ve always been an angry crier, and they fall faster when he practically deflates and turns away, disappearing into the club.

you make your getaway, your father’s assistant sends you a car.

you cry yourself to sleep in your hotel room, watching the orange sun rise.

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the flight home is quiet.

your plans to fly home with lando are abandoned, and you board the earliest flight available.

you never fight with him, so you don’t know how to proceed. everything had changed in a matter of words and you ignore the lump in your throat when you land in miserable, rainy london alone.

you’re surprised to see your dad’s blacked out range rover waiting for you when you get through customs. he’d been on the first flight out of the emirates as soon as the race had finished, and you assumed he’d be asleep for at least a day or two. the man never rests during the season, from the minute the lights go out in bahrain, until the flag falls in abu dhabi. then, he biblically crashes, the excitement and adrenaline hibernating until next year. average behaviour for the world’s biggest motorsport fan.

he’s out the car and opening the boot for you before you even reach him, and he’s pulling you into his fatherly embrace when you finally do. you let out a shaky breath, having been in desperate need of a hug.

“hey, kid.” he mutters into your ear. maybe it’s good to be home.

“what are you doing here?” you ask from the passenger seat, once all of your luggage is packed into the car.

your dad sighs, turning to look at you. you groan, thudding your head against the headrest. you know that look, the one that precedes a motivational speech, a bit of tough love, and usually very sound advice that you never ask for.

“lando called me.” he deadpans. they’d grown somewhat annoyingly close over the years.

“fantastic.” you reply, sarcasm as clear as day.

“he was beside himself. told me what happened.” your dad says softly and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“it’s so, so fine. i don’t wanna talk about this.” your voice trembles and you don’t have the energy to cry anymore.

“there’s nothing wrong with telling him how you feel, sweetheart. don’t throw something away because you’re scared.” and, here we go… you think.

“i can’t lose him.” you whisper, furiously wiping away the stray tears that fall, staring out the window.

“you won’t lose him if you tell him. trust me, kid. we all see how that boy adores you. no father ever thinks a guy is good enough for their girl, but lando comes pretty damn close.”

“i don’t even know where to begin.” you rub your temples, battling the tension headache you’d developed sometime the night before.

“well, start thinking. you’ve got a week.” you can see your dad smirking from the corner of your eye.

“what?” you blurt, blindsided. you’d need more than a fucking week.

“end of year gala, kid. pick a dress.”

fuck.

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you’re glowing, draped in champagne pink silk.

from the other side of the room, you watch lando, and he watches you. it’s like a game, who’s gonna break first? who’s going to extend the olive branch?

he looks so pretty in his suit that you would cry if there were any tears left in you, if you hadn’t purged them all out of frustration and longing in the week of radio silence.

you’re nursing a glass of champagne, waiting for dinner to start. the room is full of rich people with big ideas, icons of the racing world, both past and present. you make small talk with oscar and his girlfriend, exchange pleasantries with your father’s many friends, and beg that lando makes the first move.

the clinking against a glass indicates that dinner is ready to be served, and you scan the tables for your place card. apparently, the event coordinator has a vendetta against you, because scrawled in deep orange cursive on the place card next to yours is mr lando norris. you scan the room for the nearest exit. your grand scheme to flee in a floor length gown and too high heels is interrupted by the sound of your chair scraping out next to you.

you feel a ghost of breath against your bare shoulder. curls tickle your skin and then, a head rests in the crook of your neck.

he says your name, and the world stops for a second.

“i’m sorry.” lando whispers in your ear, and your heart falls to your stomach.

you whip around, holding him tight as you wrap your arms around him. the tension plaguing your body since abu dhabi dissipates in seconds.

“don’t apologise. just… i missed you.” you sigh.

“you look… fuck. you’re gorgeous.” he breathes in your ear. one hand skims low over your waist. something inside of you explodes.

you don’t even try to fight the blush that tinges your cheeks.

someone important is trying to make a toast, so you take your seats. you’re not listening to a word being said, though. you just smile at lando, and lando smiles back.

you’re gonna tell him, you decide. he has to know, although you suspect he already does; you can’t imagine another day without the privilege of him looking at you the way he is right now.

dinner is a breeze. you eat, drink, laugh at the stories exchanged. you remember why you love this world you were raised in, and find yourself grinning mindlessly at your father as he rattles off yet another wild tale from your travels. you’re lucky, you know you are, and it’s reaffirmed when the man sat beside you - who you think you love a bit more than platonically - drapes his arm over the back of your chair.

plates are cleared away and a band starts their set on the makeshift stage. the mtc is lit so beautifully, fairy lights twinkle above you casting dainty light over the makeshift dance floor.

“dance with me.” lando requests. he hates to dance at these functions, so you know the request comes from the heart.

“lead the way.”

he takes your hand and you make your way onto the floor, which is slowly filling up with other couples. his hold is firm, yet gentle, and you lean into him as he keeps you close. eventually, your ear is to his chest, and you can hear his heart hammering away. you melt further into him as the song plays out, and you wish it would play forever.

“we gonna talk about it?” lando murmurs, just loud enough over the music.

“we are.” you mumble against the lapel of his jacket.

“come home with me.”

you nod, inhaling the scent of his cologne; god, how you missed every little part of him.

you keep dancing and dancing, until the champagne runs out and the band starts to pack up.

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the door slams softly behind you.

lando takes your coat, and you drop your bag on his coffee table. when you turn around to find him, he’s stood in the doorway watching you. there is so much to say, but you can barely form a thought.

“i can’t take this any longer.” lando tells you.

your breath hitches in your throat.

“neither can i.” you whisper.

“we can be more.”

“what do you want us to be?” your chest is tight and you’re looking at him so fucking intensely, desire as clear as day in your eyes.

“you know what i want. and i know you want it too.” he walks towards you slowly as he speaks, footsteps punctuating each word.

“i need to hear you say it.” you breathe. you’re shaking; you’re not sure if it’s the anticipation or the way you’re holding yourself back.

“all i want, all i ever wanted, is you.” he’s right in front of you and his hands are on your waist. you’re tingling everywhere.

lando’s nose bumps yours. you’re scanning his face, every line, freckle, slope that maps him out. he can’t help but look at your lips, darkened eyes flitting over your face. all you can hear is shaky breaths, and perhaps your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“can i…?” lando mutters.

you close the gap some more, lips brushing his.

“of course you can.”

he kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. his hands cup your cheeks and yours find his neck, gently pressing your fingertips into his skin. lando’s frantic, passionate, oh so careful as he deepens the kiss, pulling you somehow closer. you hum in surprise, and you feel him smirking. he’s moving hungrily, and you’re starving, impatient when your hands find his curls. the groan he emits at the sensation makes you ache for him all over.

you’re both panting when you pull away, the urgency to breathe the only thing stopping you. the relief you feel is astronomical, your lips lock perfectly and he feels wondrous under your explorative hands. he smiles wide and you grip his collar, pressing your forehead against his.

“i was gonna tell you, and then you turned up looking like this… fuck.” lando groans, and you can’t help but lean up into him once more.

the kiss is slower this time, languid, and he licks slowly into your mouth. his pupils are blown when you break apart and his eyes flutter open. your thighs clench under your dress.

“so, you like the dress?” you giggle incredulously, buzzing from the interaction. lando looks at you like you’re stupid.

“you look…” he runs his eyes over you, pausing mid sentence tentatively.

“say it.”

“fucking incredible.”

“thanks. bought it with you in mind.” you tease, smirking coyly.

his jaw goes slack; you can see him mentally undressing you, and then he’s kissing you all over again.

his bedroom isn’t far, but he insists on carrying you there, sweeping you up into his arms. he peppers kisses over your neck, kicking the door open with his dress shoe.

lando places you on your feet at the foot of his bed, smoothing his hands over the curve of your waist, the silk of your dress. he tucks your hair behind your ears, drawing you close once more as he does, cupping your face in large, calloused hands.

“what do you want tonight?” lando asks, searching your face for any sign of hesitancy.

“need you. all of you.” you keen into his touch, and his breath hitches in his throat.

“we’ll go slow.” he murmurs.

“no.” you shake your head, and his hands drop from your face. “don’t want to hold back anymore.” he finds your ass, grazing his fingers upwards until he finds the fastening of your dress. you maintain eye contact while he drags the zip down, shivering as your hear the faint buzz of the metal.

lando stops, just for a second in an attempt to compose himself.

“take it off. bought it so that you could take it off.” your brutal honesty breathes some urgency into him.

he keeps his eyes on yours as the silk falls off your body, pooling at your feet. the cool air brushes your skin - covered only by lacy panties and stilettos - but his touch warms you when he grabs your waist. lando walks you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the foot of the bed. he places you on the bed, on top of you like a shot, kissing you into the mattress.

he clambers off of you, sliding down your body until he reaches your heels. kisses trail up your legs while he takes them off, the thud of them hitting the floor making you jump. anticipation pools in your barely there underwear; he can see you, all of you, and he cannot bring himself to look away.

“careful with those, they were expensive.” you joke, but your voice sounds wrecked already. you can’t even imagine how you’ll sound when he’s done.

“i have different priorities right now.” he flashes a grin and you lose him between your legs.

your underwear stay on when he dives into your pussy, teeth scraping over your covered folds. he can definitely taste you already, stuttering out a moan as he casts his tongue over you. you sink deep into the sheets, bucking your hips into his face, but his hold on you is firm and you have to relent. he lets go of you for a moment, just to pull your panties down, and as soon as they’re gone, he’s delving deep into you.

the sounds he’s making are obscene, his entire face buried away. lando flicks his tongue over your clit, beginning an extended assault on your nerve endings, sucking hard and fast until you whimper his name. a knot forms in your core.

lando takes his mouth off of you, lips slick and glistening. he swipes his tongue over them, sitting back on his haunches. he begins rolling his sleeves up, and you manage to push yourself up so that you’re resting on your elbows. you reach out to toy with the buttons of his dress shirt, leaving his torso exposed to you. you rake your nails over his abs, transfixed on the way he tenses, shudders under your touch. once his sleeves are out of his way, he pushes you back. your hair fans out around you as he resumes his position between your legs.

one finger ghosts over your clit, poking and tracing the bud. you’re reeling, writhing at the feeling of everything and almost nothing at all. he drags the digit down until he finds your entrance, abandoning the teasing and slipping it inside of you. he twists his wrist, adding a second finger, grinding them deep. he’s slow with it, watches the way your face twists in euphoria, finding a deep sense of pride in the way he makes you shake.

“you have no fucking idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.” his words have you clamping down on him, fucking yourself onto his hand.

“the feeling’s mutual.” you gasp.

lando cocks an eyebrow. he scales your body until he’s hovering over you again, fingers still working in and out of you. the angle change is delightful, your back arching and your nipples harden as they skim his bare chest.

“is it, honey? was it mutual all those nights i pictured you next to me, right on this bed? all those nights i watched you dance in your short skirts? all those nights i carried you to bed and wished i could stay?” he whispers right into your ear. his fingers speed up.

“fuck, lando. yes.” you cry, mouth hanging slack.

“tell me. tell me how mutual it was and i’ll let you come, pretty girl.” he teases; goosebumps litter your skin. there he goes again with pretty girl. this fucking man.

“always wanted more… was too scared to ask for it.”

“oh?” he coos, mockingly.

“couldn’t lose you if you didn’t want me.” you pant. a weight lifts off your chest as you let the words slip, his efforts sending you hurtling towards an orgasm.

“not going anywhere.” he kisses the base of your throat. “ever.” he punctuates, thumb sliding over your clit. “let go, love.”

the wave of pleasure crashes on your shores and it doesn’t stop, rippling through your belly and down into your toes. lando’s name falls from your lips like a sin, over and over until you can’t even hear yourself anymore.

lando’s smiling when you come down, small and knowing. he pecks your lips, once, twice, humming into the kiss when your hands find a home under his shirt. it’s unbuttoned already, so it slides over his bronzed shoulders easily. you hear it thud softly when it hits the floor.

“what?” you catch him looking at you, giddy.

“i can’t believe we’re doing this.” he grins. his words overwhelm you.

“i know.” you beam up at him bashfully.

he undresses himself and then the wait is over, and god knows it was a long one. he finds home between your thighs, runs his cock through your folds.

“you sure?”

“don’t make me wait any longer.” you insist.

it takes you a moment to adjust; he strokes your walls nice and deep and you feel everything he has to offer you. it’s surreal, really, stretching around him like this. you’d only ever daydreamed of the possibility, and now that it’s happening you can’t quite believe it. he moans low, forehead resting on yours. you watch his eyes roll back when he bottoms out.

your lip is quivering; it’s too intense, he’s too good. he takes it slow, just like he’d insisted, but he grinds deep, long strokes making you dizzy. you leave imprints of crescents in his shoulder blades, marking his pristine skin.

you can’t take much more of this, his hips hitting yours at such a delectable pace. he drags in and out, building a blissful rhythm and you’re whimpering into his neck. your teeth dig into the muscled plane of skin, minimal pressure applied, and his thrusts turn erratic, curses tumbling freely from his pink parted lips. it makes you squirm, spilling all over him, white hot and wet.

lando collapses into your damp body, the room is humid. you drag your nails through his hair, pushing the sweat slicked curls off of his forehead, and then your hand thuds lazily against the pillow.

“i’m done pretending.” he mumbles. “i’m yours.”

the last few years of your life flash before your eyes. you think back to his buzz cut and every time you’d failed to rebound. you think of bleached hair and lies about love and how he always saw the best in you. you think of nothing but him, you, together. he’s carved into you now, you think he always has been.

you fall asleep happy. you’ll wake up by his side and then you’ll do it the morning after, and the one after that too.

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[azumasoroshi]

suzume no tojimari spoilers ! hi guys im Insane

literature analysis brain is going haywire so here’s a bunch of incoherent ramblings some themes motifs and symbolism i love in this movie because AAAAAAA

Love and Sacrifice.

Obviously, but like the different kinds of love and devotion and how they’re never perfect and sometimes self-destructive but they’re so powerful and just waughhh. It was so important to me how after exploding at her Tamaki (suzume’s aunt, ik im not the only one who forgets names) was like “you know I don’t feel that way all the time, right?” like not denying that yes, she has felt exhausted of taking care of Suzume and sometimes wished she didn’t have to take care of her, trying to be the parental figure she needs while also trying to not encroach on her sister’s memory. It means so much to me that she didn’t deny those feelings but instead told Suzume that it’s not how she always feels, because loving someone means sacrifice and ewughghgghfgfh im not putting this into words well but htrggfhgf.

and ALSO the reciprocation of kindness with daijin - as thanks for the taste of freedom at last, and wanting to be with someone whom you love but not really comprehending that what they want (that “suzume doesn’t love me” killed me) and how by the end daijin helped her pull souta out and sacrificed himself for suzume because he really loved her ggrgfggfhfnfnch

And just. everyday love. This is kind of a mix of themes and motifs but every time we flashed back to the memories of whatever abandoned place they were in - the simple “good morning”s and “be back soon” and “it’s so hot”s made me choke up. the mundane love of Chika and Suzume in their newly found friendship, Rumi’s kindness in picking Suzume up off the street and her love for her children, Serizawa’s platonic love for Souta letting him drive these two crazy women with crazy beef for 7 hours across Japan, there’s just so much expression of love and the hardships people go through because of it and rhgrjgrjhgdhgjhb

Mourning and Closure.

Makoto Shinkai himseld said that he wanted to write a story about “mourning deserted places” (at least according to Wikipedia) so this one is all but textual but like yeah. the motif of opening/closing/locking doors and locking the bike and things like that? AaAAaAaa

To close the gates, you need to imagine the emotions of people who once lived there - i can only imagine what Souta was thinking in the abandoned bathhouse area, but hrhggejghw the school and the amusement park and the shots we got of normal life in tokyo before the worm revealed itself in the climax, it just. really speaks to the beauty of everyday life. im a sucker for that kind of stuff as both a psychology major and just a weird person who thinks “man i wonder what happened to this person for the past 22 years of their life that led them to be here with me in this moment” whenever i pass someone in the grocery store. Hodaka could let japan be flooded in weathering with you because of his love for hina, but suzume’s whole arc was learning about the common people and living their lives and embracing all the kindness they had to offer to herself and others and it really hits that like. of course she can’t just let tokyo get destroyed to save Souta, every person in all of tokyo is just like Rumi and Chika and Serizawa and they’re all people who love and are loved. She finds herself in Souta’s place as one who stretches himself thin between being a gate closer and studying to be a teacher because he loves life as well, and-

oops i forgot i was talking about mourning and closure

anyway the doors keep getting reopened because the grief never fully goes away and the worm of “calamity” is letting yourself be consumed by the grief and destroying the people around you and not being able to move on, and it comes from the Ever-after becomes ever-after is a place where time doesn’t exist and you wish you could be there forever because it’s where you can relive the events of your past, it’s where you can live in denial that time moves forward and you have to move with it, it’s where Suzume goes after her mother dies because she wants people to stop giving her condolences and just give her her mom back. “Ever-after” in itself is a “happily ever after” - a place where mortals aren’t meant to go, no matter how beautiful it looks. Souta goes there too because he is the catalyst Suzume needs to go back and face Ever-after - and it’s no longer beautiful, but it’s torn apart by grief and everything is in flames. The idea of a keystone as well, locking the memories and hurt away, is one that Suzume removes to relive her memories and puts back in place when she’s ready to move on. htrhgfhgfghfghf. she won’t let souta be the keystone because she refuses to move on without him.

Also both Souta and his grandfather tell Suzume to just forget everything she’s seen, but it’s too late for that because connections aren’t so easily forgotten. Even when Tamaki couldn’t remember telling Suzume she’d be her new mother, that doesn’t change that she cared for her for the next 12 years anyway. Suzume visits Chika and Rumi by the end, and obviously she’s never forgotten her mother, both because her chair was still in her room by the start of the movie and because she looks like her by the end. Even though relationships change, they’re never forgotten in the movie, and I think that’s beautiful, really.

(also cool detail: 12 years ago is when the tsunami that killed suzume’s mother struck. the movie came out in 2023, and the touhoku earthquake/tsunami that inspired this film was in 2011. nice)

Reality vs Fantasy

The scenes where Suzume goes out into public again following stopping the worm from destroying Tokyo were especially poignant to me. This girl’s been going on a fantastical adventure with her talking chair and talking cat, meeting nice people and making friends, excited at the idea that she’s doing something important, but after Souta’s gone she shuts down. Her feet are bloodied, her clothes are destroyed, and people keep giving her strange looks and calling her homeless because she may have stopped the worm but even without being consumed by grief, it still isn’t pretty or picturesque. Standing out in Japanese society is discouraged, as most of us are well aware, but she’s been doing nothing but that with all the running around and talking to chairs and flying through the sky she’s been doing. Without a concrete goal in mind, without Souta as company, she’s alone in the world of adulthood and has no one to tell her what she should do, no Souta to guide her through Tokyo. And without that confidence or charm, people don’t come to her aid like they did before. It’s only once she finds her resolve to save Souta, quite literally walking in his shoes/footsteps, that the next helpful stranger (Serizawa) comes in.

She could imagine those abandoned places as alive, but the truth is that they were abandoned and will stay that way - none of them miraculously revived by the end, unless something happened in the credits that I couldn’t see through all my tears. Reality will not bring those places back, but what really matters is how we carry the memories of those places with us? I think. man maybe it’d be easier to write this post if i had actually seen the end credits

this post is really fucking long so im calling it here 😭 makoto shinkai has done it again. goddammit

[won4kiss]

၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ songs that remind me of enha (hl) ˖ִ ࣪₊ 

lee heeseung, park jongseong, jake sim, park sunghoon <3

warnings ˖ִ ࣪₊ me. I am the warning. I wrote this at 2am and had major brainrot, I got very emotional, (again everything im saying is a joke) not edited.

pls don’t take this seriously, it’s very random:c

(anything I say, is not irl or true at all and is just all jokes!! also ik the cover is different from my usual ones, I got lazy and I couldn’t find anything with the hyung line 😞, enjoy 🫶🫶)

(a/n) here’s something short and stupid until I finish my next heeseung fic🤗🤗 also short little beomgyu fic coming vv soon!!

lee heeseung

sweet night , v

baby come home 2 / valentines , the neighbourhood

hidden love ost ( forever star ) - zhang yihao

^ I strongly recommend watching hidden love and adding this ost to ur playlist!! so cute :c

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- when I think of heeseung, I get major angsty vibes like it’s genuinely a me problem. IDK WHY☹️☹️

- when I think of hee in a trope, I think a miscommunication type-thing, right person nd wrong time.

- I think it’s bc I’ve read sooooo many angsty things abt this man LIKE I LITERALLY REMEMBER A WATTPAD STORY I READ IN 2021. It was like the girl was suicid@l and hee was like “give me a month to make u wanna live” it was CRAZYYY. neways.

- BUT ALSO… *spoiler for my one of my ideas for a heeseung fic>> he gives me older brothers best friend trope vibes, like i recently rewatched the cdrama hidden love and he would be such a perfect duan jiaxu!! the vibes are there‼️

- im so sorry heeseung i luv u so so so much this isn’t personal :c </3

park jongseong

love on the brain , rihanna

my kind of woman , mac demarco

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- AAAAAAA JAYYYYYYY

- jay gives me like home vibes. Idk if that makes sense. pls bare with me.

- I feel like he would be like rich ceo kdrama man who falls in love with his secretary type trope☠️ the ceo vibes go HARD

- like when I see him, I genuinely feel comfort.

- he reminds me of like- anything romantic in the world, it’s giving husband material, gentleman (all of them r gentlemen but jay is oozing gentleman)

- it’s like when I see jay, I just feel warm😞

- (example; holding a cup of hot chocolate on a snowy winter day) yes I gave in example. this is jay.

jake sim (be prepared)

style , ts

labyrinth , ts

call it what you want , ts

little freak , harry styles

nobody gets me , sza

i.f.l.y , bazzi

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- lolz guess who my bias is🥲⁉️

- I warned u guys!!!

- I could genuinely talk abt this man for hours.

- my man my man my man my man my man my man my man. HE IS SOOO LOVER BOY MATERIAL LIKE I CANNOT FORM WORDS. like cmon guys yk i had to put ts on here. HE IS HUSBAND MATERIAL, BF MATERIAL, EVERYTHING MATERIAL.

- literally jake fits any trope, this man is so perfect.

- childhood best friends to lovers with jake is absolutely amazing and magical and it hits EVERY SINGLE TIME.

- he gives me childhood best friends 2 luvrs vibes bc he’s just so like… idk the word but this man is my everything.

- he is literally the lyrics, labyrinth is so him, call it what you want IS HIM, style is literally made about him⁉️little freak is what i feel about him (like the song is so good it gives u a rlly emotional feeling where u wanna sob) and nobody gets me….. yes that was personal.

(i sincerely apologize for this mess, I couldn’t hold myself back☹️)

park sunghoon

ocean eyes , billie eilish

cars outside , james arthur

line without a hook , ricky montgomery

consume , chase atlantic

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- sunghoon…😞

- he reminds me of a first love.

- he just gives me such sentimental bittersweet vibes when it comes to this stuff.

- im struggling to find words rn bc suddenly im emotional thinking about sunghoon. he’s giving me I want u but I can’t have u vibes (help me)

- he ALSO gives me very rich ceo vibes, and the amount of rich ceo fics about sunghoon i see tells me ppl agree🔥🔥

- I also added consume bc he also gives like supernatural fic vibes (he’d be a rlly hot vampire or demon someone pls make one and send it to me🤗) and that song just fits the trope SO WELL.

- he’s so quiet and shy and looks like a sad man, and trust me I do not mean this in a way where im saying he’s depressed (yk the sexy sad men in movies?)

-sunghoon deserves sm and more, he’s such a gentle soul he reminds me of a bubble bath (idk what im saying anymore it’s 2am)

- he’s so cute. he’s my everything. he’s mine.

(sorry this is actual brain rot atp🤗)

- ok im done this made me sad i luv them all sm

MAKNAE LINE NEXT ORRR???

@won4kiss

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

I hope this doesn't come across as weird or anything but every time you show up on my dash it makes me so very happy, something about the way you carry yourself just exudes a soft, comfortable joy that really makes my day brighter, kinda similar to when you see strangers just existing and laughing about inside jokes you'll never really know the context of, still, the joy is there, hope u keep being u stranger :') <3<3<3

-a random follower

ANON THIS IS ONE OF THE SWEETEST MESSAGES I HAVE EVER GOTTEN?? HELLO?? MY HEART.

This doesn’t come across as weird at all oh my goodness 🥺 This… like. This really genuinely is one of the darned sweetest & kindest messages I’ve ever gotten. Thank you so so much I can’t!! I’m smiling at the screen right now :’D

I want to print out this ask and tuck it away into a safe little box where I can open it & read it & smile at it whenever I want to. Just… AAAAAAA!!! ANON!!! YOU ARE SO KIND!!! This is such a thoughtful & Kind message and it means the world to me. I really genuinely want to print this out.

Thank you so, so much for sending me this :’)) <333333 I’m afraid that words cannot express how touched I am right now, but please know that I will be Thinking about this ask for quite a while. I hope you have such a wonderful day/night <3

[your-local-hoemie]

OOO okayokay can i request childe and thoma with s/o thats very clingy? S/o will hug and link their arms whenever they meet and s/o also likes to give them small kisses on the cheek :D

-🐢anon

Aaaaaaa that’s adorable!! I’m sorry if it’s not super great but I got so excited getting my first request!! And how can I pass up my two favourite gingers (yes thoma is ginger. Yes I will fight to the death on that debate) 😌

Warnings: Fluff, more fluff, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint hard enough (Childe’s), not proof-read, gn!reader, established relationship, pet names.

Characters: Childe, thoma.

CHILDE~

He finds you absolutely adorable!

plus you’re really boosting his ego I hope you know that.

it’s his favourite part of the day!

when you wrap your arms around his arm don’t be fooled by his flirtatious front

not much can catch him off guard but man’s heart is flipping and do a jig that even venti would be impressed by~

yes that is a blush you’re seeing and not just the “heat”

he constantly has to deal with the pressure of being a harbinger and the pressure of wanting to become stronger

so when he feels your warmth as you snuggle into him or hug onto whatever limb grabs your liking first he really can’t help but feel at peace

he doesn’t think he deserves the affection you’re so willing give to him

after all his hands are stained with the blood of so many victims

he’s crushed men in his palms without breaking a sweat

yet here you are, laying your head on his chest listening to the heart he once thought was incapable of feeling at peace, tracing his fingers while telling him about your day

he’ll never understand what you see in him no matter how much false confidence he puts on show but he does feel proud to know he’s the one you can let your guard down around~

It had been a long day for the harbinger. He had spent almost every hour doing some kind of training with the new recruits or simply training his own skills with bosses that could never quite satisfy his masochist tendencies. It was right as he finished up for the day that he was greeted by a familiar voice.

“Childe!”

You eagerly ran over to him not caring about the startled onlookers from your shout. Reaching his side you locked arms looking up with a giant grin

“How was your day? I missed you!”

Nuzzling your face into his arm you didn’t notice the flustered ginger looking at you with his dull blue eyes being the closest to sparkling that they ever had.

“Haha oh just the usual, nothing too exciting. Though I did miss you too, cutie”

he let out a soft chuckle rubbing the back of his neck as a slight dusting of pink grew on his cheeks.

“Oh shush, we both know you’ve done things even the most experienced adventure would find unbelievable! Come on. I accidentally made way too much food back home, you can tell me all about it over dinner!”

Glancing back up at him you slide your arm down his and held onto his hand locking fingers with him as he let out a chuckle laced with pride, puffing his chest out.

“What can I say, it really is just a normal day for me, comrade. It’s tough being as amazing as me you know”

Letting out a soft giggle you nudge his side causing him to let out a laugh, hunching over slightly before his mind goes blank as you place a soft smooch on his cheek.

Literally just all of his thought process has been cut off.

“What was that for??”

“I just thought you looked cute and your cheek looked lonely”

With a grin he clears his throat regaining his composure before leaning into you returning your kiss as he feels all of his stresses melt away at your adorableness.

Thoma~

Please give this boy all the affection he deserves

He loves you so much and it’s so comforting to him that you’re happy to show him your feelings in return!

He will get very flustered if you do it in public though

He’s not against it at all! He just gets so blushy and his words will stop wording

We all know Thoma is the perfect house wife

He thoroughly enjoys helping people out

But even he gets run down

It’s times like these when feeling you hug him with so much love and adoration that really makes his heart melt

He also doesn’t think he deserves you or the love you shower over him so eagerly but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world

He adores you and thinks you’re the sweetest angel he’s ever met and will do everything he can to protect your smile~

It had been another busy day for the Cheif Retainer of the Kamisato clan.

He had a particularly frustrating incident after he accidentally disturbed a family of birds nested in a bush he was trimming causing them to form their own version of the archon war on the poor boy.

Opening the door to your shared house he let out a tired sigh closing it behind him only to be welcomed by the inviting smell of food coming from the kitchen.

“Baby, I’m home. What are you up to?”

Walking into the kitchen he was greeted by the image of you excitedly hurrying over to him giving him a tight hug before squishing his face giving him a kiss on his nose, giggling at his warming cheeks and disheveled look.

“It looks like my favourite boy in all of Inazuma could use some rest, come sit down, I made us dinner!”

“You really don’t have to, you know I don’t mind cooking, really!”

“You already do so much sweetheart, let me do the work this time and show you the appreciation you deserve!”

Letting out a flustered chuckle he couldn’t help but take note of how adorable your determination was as you locked arms with him leading to the table placing a soft kiss on his cheek then his forehead, not being able to deny you of some much welcomed softness.

During dinner he told you all about his day while you held his hand softly rubbing his knuckles in sympathy at the woeful tale of his bird misfortune, giving small kisses in his cheeks whenever his tired mind threatened to fall asleep right there on the table.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetness”

Thoma smiled peacefully as he relaxes under the warmth of you holding him close under the blankets playing with his hair and leaving the occasional kiss on his head, basking in the sweetness you bring to his constantly hectic life~

This was so fun to write! I apologise if it’s not super great being my first attempt but thank you for the request!!! I absolutely powered through this at 5am and I have zero regrets~

[nyoomfruits]

OH MY GODDDD I JUST FINISHED Ylm(bydkiy)

I am literally screaming, crying, throwing up that was SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS BEAUTIFULLLL I have been giggling and kicking my feet like an absolute moron about this fic all day but IDCCC It’s so gooddddd I can’t even find the right words rn. My fav fake dating fic to date AAAAAAA I love it sm thankyouthankyouthankyou for gifting us this masterpiece omg. I almost had a heart attack towards the end thinking Lando was gonna try get over Oscar by calling Nate, THANK GOD HE DIDNT cuz I could not have survived. The ending was so sweeeetttttttt pls ur so talent ily. (Also the little tweets/ tumblr reactions interspersed throughout the fic had me giggling w/o fail every time, the girls were going through it and so was I :,))

aaaaaaaaaaah anon thank you so much this is so sweet <3<3<3 i'm glad you liked it <3

[kazoodotcom]

⧼˙∘ THE THOUGHTS OF RUI KAMISHIRO∘˙⧽

IMAGINE being able to read minds and finding out that your best friend has a big fat crush on you.. well then welcome to the life of NENE KUSANAGI. after gaining the ability to read the minds of other people, she learns her childhood friend RUI KAMISHIRO has fallen in love with her.

PROLOGUE : BACK TO MASTERLIST

A/N: fluff + mmmmmm ruinene

the day started off normally. nene went to her classes like usual, took a quick nap or two, performed shows with her troupe, and played games all inbetween. everything was perfect.

that was, until the last day of her first year in highschool. unable to explain the how, she gained the ability to read the minds of the people around her. “what the hell..” she murmurs as the thoughts of others fully consumes her brain.

no, this can’t be happening. she doesn’t want this to happen! this shouldn’t be possible.. I mean sure she’s seen this in anime and games before, but actually experiencing it? nothing could’ve been worse. hearing the thoughts of others meant she could read their honest opinions of her. what if they truly hated her? not want anything to do with her?

perfect! just perfect. that’s amazing. cool. cool.. WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!

and now here we are, second year of high school. everything should be about the same right? she’s gotten soo used to her ability by now! nothing can go wrong.

AS IF.

thanks to her newfound ability, she can’t go anywhere without hearing voices and mental images of others thoughts. since she can’t shut this stupid power off, she can never find moments of peace anymore! not even noise cancelling headphones help her case.

if there was one person in particular she wishes she never read the mind of, it’d be none other than her best friend rui kamishiro. curious, inventive, and imaginative are all words one would use to describe rui. he usually kept to himself, but was not exactly what one would call secretive. he was actually quite outgoing and polite, a true gentleman to some!

unfortunately nene gets to see a whole other side to him. one she wishes she never saw. hopelessly inlove.

aaaaaaa, nene just looks as cute today! i want to squish her cheeks and give her a big hug! oh, she’s looking. hiiii my love! I missed you!

“ah, good morning, nene.” he smiles politely, waving as he saw her through the window. nene can’t help but want to shove her face into her hands and die from the embarrassment she felt. maybe she would’ve preferred him actually hate her instead. “m-morning, rui..” she waves silently, trying to seem natural.

she’s so cute! too cute! aaa, nene. i love you so much!!

please just shut up..

hi tumblr

THIS WORK WAS INSPIRED BY MOUSOU TELEPATHY and TAKAMORI-KUN WO DAMARASETAI!!

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

I told you i was gonna be here

Names Alexi, He/Him, INFP-T, love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, my hobbies include: writing (actually trying to now), drawing, and playing the saxophone, some of my goals are to get into college to become a teacher, some my interests are history, animals and dinosaurs, what i look for in a partner is someone who is funny, can keep up with my chaos and just an all around fun time, but they understand my issues that i deal with (specifically my anger and my self-esteem), and smth that can be taken accounted for, i'm 5'5, and you can use any of the guys idk rlly care, hope this makes sense

Aaaaaaa thank you so much for the ship request Alexi!!!!! You’re amazing 🥺❤️💖 (Also thank you so much for your patience lol)

So this one came to me surprisingly quick but honestly it just fits!!

I ship you with….

Don Malarkey!!

A song from my Liked Songs that reminds me of y’all - Best Day of My Life by American Authors

How y’all met

So picture this - it’s Don and Alton in the motorcycle, living their best lives

You’re walking home from the store just vibing and daydreaming

Until ZOOOM they almost hit you and you get knocked on your ass

Of course they immediately pull over and Don just SPRINTS over to you

Don kneels next to you and makes sure you’re okay but when he makes eye contact with you for the first time he’s just

🥺🥺🥺

Completely and utterly smitten

“Can I walk with you the rest of the way? Let me carry your bag to make up for what just happened!”

Of course how can you say no to Baby Boy so of course you hand your backpack over to him and y’all start walking together and talking

There’s just an instant connection y’all can’t stop laughing and talking about everything under the sun, eventually, he subtly takes your hand in his for the rest of the way

Both of y’all are super sad when you get to your place

Don just looks at you with the sweetest eyes and goes “I’d love to see you again”

Y’all start just taking walks together almost every day and Muck and Penkala are so tired of just HOW MUCH Don talks about you, like sweet boy can’t get you out of his mind

How he knew he loves you

Ok so y’all are out to dinner and you notice fucking soBEL LIKE WTF H O W

But you and Don just look at each other and you both know you’re about to cause some CHAOS

So y’all hatch this perfect prank on Sobel

Long story short Sobel is covered in chocolate sundae and the two of you are running away from the restaurant laughing your asses off

Don just looks at you and… your laugh, your smile, how you two just work so well together

He tells you right then and there how much he loves you

Both of you just feel so overwhelmed with the feeling of like I Found My Person

You share a kiss and it's simultaneously so gentle but so passionate

Everything in that moment is just perfect

A conflict in your relationship and how y’all resolved it

Ok so I see it happening with you and Don are out with Muck and Penkala

The three of them are being themselves and laughing together

You were for a while but then your Social Battery dies

So of course you lean over to Don

“Hey babe, can we please go home?”

“Yeah in a minute love” he quickly replied before getting back to Muck and Penkala

…That's the third time he's said that

So you get frustrated and just walk out on your own and start walking home

Your intrusive thoughts start getting the better of you… did he really wanna spend time with you? Is he tired of you??

You're so swept up in your thoughts you don't hear Don running after you

“Love? What happened? Where’re you going??” poor boy is Genuinely Confused

Which you’re not sure if that makes things better or worse

Either way, you didn’t want him to see that you were hurt, so you turned it into anger

“What do you fucking want?” You turn around and shoot at him

He just has this hurt puppy look as he goes “What happened??”

“Just leave me alone” you try to keep walking but you feel him grab your arm and turn you around

“Please tell me what I did and I’ll do everything I can to make it better” Don just puts a hand on your cheek and his eyes are searching yours, begging for an answer

You see the concern and love in his eyes and you just break

Sobs wrack your body as Don hugs you tight, just being there for you while you let it all out

After a little bit you’re able to get out that you just felt ignored and that he preferred Muck and Penkala to you and he just

He realizes what he did and just places his forehead on yours

“My love, I’m so, so sorry… I should never have done that, we should’ve just gone home the first time you asked… how can I make it up to you??”

You just smile and ask, “...can we go home?”

Don just smiles and sweeps you up, carrying you the rest of the way to your place

… Muck and Penkala stayed waiting for you and Don to come back assuming that y’all just went to the bathroom

Your Happily Ever After

Most wholesome relationship known to man

Like this man will do ANYTHING to see you smile

You mention physical touch is your love language?

He’s making sure to have an arm around you, his hand on your back, giving you kisses ALL THE FREAKING TIME LIKE STOP IT'S GROSS BUT CUTE

He also just feels so comfortable and safe with you

Like the fact that y’all’s chaotic energies just blend so perfectly, he knows he won’t scare you away and it’s the best feeling in the world

Also he will listen to you talk about animals and dinosaurs for HOURS

Not only does he just love the sound of your voice but just how much you know it’s amazing to him

You wind up teaching him so much it’s basically like your first time being a teacher and Don’s the student and it’s the Best

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all prank each other all day every day and it’s too cuTE

(obviously done with tact like if one of you is going through a rough patch of course a truce is declared)

But like

Powder in the hair dryer? Check; plastic wrap in the hallway? Check!

One of the best ones was when you gave Don a homemade candy apple

He took a GIANT bite

‘Twas an onion

He’s still plotting the perfect way to get you back…

Thank you again Alexi!! Hope you like it 🥺💖💕

[kairiscorner]

Ri. Ri. Ri the rizz master. Meron akong brainrot ulit 😭

beh, u should def watch maria clara at ibarra. Its so good like man 😩

but imagine… miguel/noir in a noli au. The clothes???? The plot??? The tagalog OMGGG, like imagine miguel using really old tagalog, as in, the days where ppl still used señor/señorita. Words like maharlika and the like. (Sana tama yung spelling ko hahahsj)

i could go on and on about imagining them in old filipino literature. I can’t. Im so far gone.

-leonara <3

NAKO ATE ARE YOU TRYNA KILL ME????????? man i found ibarra hot there though HE'S THE STANDARD YOU CAN'T BLAME MEEEEE

anyway, so imagine,

miguel o'hara in a noli au

ok so we were both colonized by the spanish right, so i think that YES, YOU BOTH WOULD'VE UNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER IN SPANISH KUNG MESTIZO/A KAYO; but if not, bc from what i remember, the indios weren't taught spanish, you'd kind of just..... listen to him, and if he says a word you understand in tagalog, you'd answer him in tagalog and JUST--

i think if you really didn't understand him bc of how malalim tagalog was back then, which was way more common than how my conyo ass speaks, you two probably wouldn't come to an understanding, you'd probably resort to using your body language to tell him LMAO

also am i the only one who thinks filipino/filipina beauty, doesn't matter if you're moreno/morena or pale or darker than that, really captivates miggy? like even if you didn't look like mestiza women at the time and were a pure-blooded filipino/filipina, HE WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH HOW YOU LOOKED EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T GO ALL OUT FOR HIM (he knows you're perfect :>)

he would try to impress you with his spanish, but honestly, you couldn't care less bc YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HALF THE SHIT HE'S SAYING, so you just... nod... and... leave.......

when you're waiting out by your window, or nagpapahangin lang ykyk kasi mas malamig noon, he'd call out to you and say you look lovely tonight in the MOST FANCY OLD TAGALOG WAY (fuck di ko alam kung paano, BUT LEMME TRY SOMETHING HUHU)

"aba'y binibini/ginoo... ikaw ay punong-puno ng kagandahan ngayong gabi; ang mga tala sa langit ay daig pa sa iyong ning-ning."

then he fuckin winks and you're dead

if you knew him ever since you were younger, he would write those letters ibarra sends maria clara, AND HE'D GAZE OVER AT YOU SO LOVINGLY AS YOU READ THEM OUT LOUD, AND WHEN HE CATCHES YOU BLUSHING HE'D SAY IT, HE'D CALL YOU OUT

"aking binibini, ika'y... namumula. kay ganda ng pula sa iyong mukha, ika'y tilang isang rosas na namumukadkad."

(((oh the urge to kiss him right then and there fuckkk)))

he would harana you. that is FINAL. he would sing in spanish because that's how he expresses himself best, and because he's more familiar with them. but i think he'd compose his own songs in spanish AND TAGALOG FOR U

IF YOU FR DON'T GET THE HINT HE LIKES YOU, HE WILL STRAIGHT UP ASK YOU ONE DAY IF YOU'D WANT TO RUN AWAY WITH HIM AND LET HIM TAKE CARE OF YOU

HE WANTS A FUCKING FUTURE WITH YOU AWAY FROM THE COLONIZERS AND BULLSHIT THAT'S HAPPENING IN THE NOLI AND WANTS TO SEE YOU SAFE AND SOUND. HE WILL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THE GUARDIA CIVIL IF THEY FUCKING HURT YOU !!!!!!

"aking sinta, ipinapangako ko. hindi kita pakakawalan, hindi kita iiwanan sa impyernong ito, sapagkat ikaw ang natatanging liwanang sa aking buhay, ang tanging minamahal at mamahalin ko hanggang ako'y yumao't mawala sa mundo. nais kong maramdaman at maranasan mo na ikaw lang ang mundo ko. tu eres mi unico mundo." (shit sana tama AAAAAAA)

a/n: BIG THANK YOU TO ATE @binibinileonara FOR THE REQ AND INSPO, LOVE YOU PO ATEEE /platonically <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @binibinileonara

[theolikescowboys]

aaand i’m posting right now fuck u guys

i’m here to say that charthur is just the perfect ship. they are the epitome of a married couple. like in the hunting mission with charles and arthur is constantly pestering him about his hand and that he needs to rest it and how charles is just. i don’t know the words to describe it. but he is silly. i could go on for hours about their relationship but a very big thing i want to comment on is the mission where u rescue eagle flies from fort wallace with charles in chapter 6, when u and charles are riding down the mountain nearby and arthur tells charles about his tb diagnosis (he only tells mary-beth in a camp interaction that u can get sometimes) and charles’ “oh, arthur” it just makes me aaaaaaa they love each other and u can’t tell me otherwise

[naffeclipse]

Ok so chapter 19 SURE WAS A CHAPTER! HOLY CRAP THINGS ARE GOING DOWN NOW!! NAFF THIS IS SO GOOD I AAA I CAN’T!! THE BETRAYAL!!!! THE POSSESSION!!!! VANESSA!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I cannot believe there’s just one part left of this episode… I can’t…

(gonna try to make it easier to see the difference between my comments and the parts of the fic by making the fic parts blue)

You wring your hands together as Moon tilts his head slightly.

“Are you scared?” he rasps.

They’re so gentle.. aaa my heart… When having finished reading and knowing what’s about to unfold later this question becomes sooo much more intense..

The claws lightly pressing into the bone of your jaw causes you to breathe out. You cover the hand and slowly turn to press a kiss into the cool, smooth palm. A low spasm races through the animatronic. When you lift your gaze, Moon’s pale eyes are bright, flashing almost in a frenzy.

Hehe, they blush! Or maybe they’re getting restless, ether way they have mad butterflies X3

Thank you for giving us a sweet little moment like this, we really needed it for what’s about to go down..

You wonder if you’ve ever missed anything they said because of their demon voice. Could they have spoken and you mistook it for a grumble?

I can just think of the low purrs being words of adoration and praises aaaa!!!

As promised, the next page is decorated with diaphragms and charcoal illustrations of the curious and creepy function of the demonic cryptid, painting an image of the bear beast’s stomach splitting open to reveal a bony cage of dripping goo, dark brown fur pulled back.

THIS IS SICK! FREDDY IS SICK!! I LOVE HIM!!

They return to their vessel, sated. It’s not a rule breaker’s heart, but it returns the energy that was taken by the cursed seal. They are strong. They are eager to see your lovely, tired face.

‘Lovely, tired face’ really got me :’0

The man’s heart is missing.

Something or someone ate it.

Meep live reaction: “No,,, no no no nooo I know where this is going and I hate it!!!”

A metallic hand seizes your wrist. Glowing eyes flash crimson. A warning echoes your name in betrayal. You tilt your fingers and watch the salt spill out, forming a thick mound that stretches from end to end of the salt circle and completes it.

I’M CRYING!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!

“No, no, that wasn’t—we never meant for that to hurt you—”

“I was in a cornfield just like that. That hunter could have been me. That hunter was me .”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Man this hits HARD. You're not holding back any punches anymore huh (not that you haven’t punched us hard before). Also it’s so easy to visualize Sun spasming animalistically and act like a caged animal in this scene from how you describe everything! The whole scene is so beautifully written!

"You are abysmal,” you whisper, at last turning back to face Sun’s frozen smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a demonic cryptid.”

This is where you ripped my heart out and held it in your claws right in front of me. Naff, this is where you killed me.

Abysmal…

To think I was worried when they were in the middle of fighting the rake, when emotions were running high and that wall formed between them. All those other moments of complex feelings feel so tame now compared to this.

“Do not come back to me. You leave when night falls, and you don’t come back.” You lower your hand and force away a shudder in your breath. “I will treat you like any other cryptid I’ve hunted before.”

And here is where you ate my heart. Killing me again.

NAFF I’M RATTLING YOU SO HARD!!! THIS IS SO GOOD AND I’M CRYING SO HARD!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!! After aaaaall this time and through the good and the bad, this moment, these lines feel so earned, so right but also so wrong, it hurts so soooo bad.. You’ve been building up to this through the whole story, it feels so satisfying but so painful.

“I’m going to take care of the scary thing, then I’m going to take care of you.”

This line will never get old I swear!!! NEVER!!! <3<3<3

“Nessie!” You reach out as more black fluid emerges from underneath the neckline of her shirt, phasing from her body underneath the edges of her open jacket and spilling over the orange and red leaves.

She gasps. A wretched gag escapes her as more darkness spews from her skin, leaking from every pore before she twists towards you, eyes wide, and vomits. Dark goo falls underneath her. You swiftly nab her arm, dragging her away from the pile of twitching, unholy matter, and clutch her close.

I love how visceral this exorcism is, it’s sooo horrible and disgusting and I applaud you for writing it this way, the goo leaking from every pore, the demon having a physical presence as it gets vomited out and pools on the ground. Just aaaaaAAARRGH!! LOVE IT!!!

You don’t shy away from writing and describing things like gore, violence and in this case possession in full detail. You don’t have to do that, but you do! It’s part of why I enjoy your writing so much. You also write it in a way that doesn’t just make it a gross mess. Idk how exactly to describe it, but there’s beauty in the horrific, it’s not all just one homogeneous color of violence and gore, you can tell what’s what in the mess.

Violet eyes glow with black halos for pupils. A terrible coldness douses you in horror. The shadowy being stands on legs bent like the hind legs of an animal’s, inky body black and tinted violet. Long arms sway with razor-sharp claws grasping at the air. You stare at its teeth, saber-like and bared, prepared to tear into skin and bone.

GOD HE’S UGLY! I LOVE HIM AND HATE HIM AND WANNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS!

The demonic cryptid eyes flash. Black pupils devour you. It lowers itself closer and your breath fogs the narrow space between you and the cryptid. Your heart stops.

It shoves its mouth upon yours in a crushing kiss. The world turns violet.

You gag on the liquid invading your tongue, your throat, your senses, then jerk sporadically. A burning, unearthly agony overtakes you. Something sinks into your flesh, spilling over your face.

It’s taking you.

OH NO OH GOD OH FUCK NOOOO!!!!! Ok so this is TERRIBLE and I hate it with every fiber of my being, but damn I love it!!!!!! HE ENTERS YOU BY KISSING YOU!?! NO GOD NOOO!!! Also again, I love how you describe the possession! It’s not just smoke or shadow seeping in to control you, it’s a physical presence that chokes you, invades you and hurts you. It’s like a giant demonic parasite living within you.

But also I love the concept of it entering through the mouth in a “kiss” and what it’ll do to the first kiss that will eventually be shared between Y/N and Eclipse. Oh gosh that’ll be a rough memory to try and not remember in that moment…

Silent, still, and suspended, you are possessed.

A low growl reverberates through the purple pitch-black along with a terrible, dark voice.

My vessel, reluctant follower.

You will serve me well.

Eclipse will be SO MAD when they realize that Y/N is/was possessed. They will be FURIOUS.

Naff I’m going absolutely insane. INSANE INSANE INSANE!!! Holy fuck! Wtf!!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!! AND SO SCARED!!!

This comment is a mess, I’m sorry.. But this chapter left my brain in a mess! Not in a bad way though, It’s a good kind of mess! I have so much Cryptid Sightings brainrot you don’t even know!

These chapters are coming out so fast I’m honestly scared that the ending is so near :’0

AMAZING CHAPTER AS ALWAYS!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

AHHH MEEP I LOVE SEEING YOUR REACTIONS ESPECIALLY TO SPECIFIC PARAGRAPHS/SENTENCES AHHHHH

I'm especially happy you enjoyed the possession scene! I wanted to depict it as all-consuming, that there is no piece of a human left untouched by a demonic cryptid. It's a very disturbing visual but I didn't want it to be too gratuitous! Just get it across that it's a very, very bad thing.

Do you remember the scene in the vampire episode when Y/N opens up the abandoned animatronic to see a lot of unearthly goo dripping inside? Now imagine that, but in a human. Not pretty ;-;

Don't apologize, I love this so much! I am rattling you so hard right now, ahhh! Thank you so much, babe! ♥

[ayatoscupid]

i just want you, i need you

cupid x a.yato | 1.4k words | established, romantic, post-wedding

note: written to rock with you | moodboard + playlist | proposal

a/n: aaaaaaa!!! the day's arrived!! we're finally married! crying sobbing i love him so much....... he's really my #1 i love him and writing this made me so happy!! enjoy!

“Ah—are you sure it’s safe here?”

In the quieter parts of N.arukami Island, far from the city and the estate, there’s a cliff decorated with hydrangea bushes. A large emperor oak tree’s leaves billow out over the flowers, but they do nothing to hide the moonlight, illuminating the quiet hill with blue, white and purple. Almost like a reflection of the night sky above them.

Or maybe like the shimmer in A.yato’s eyes, Cupid thinks, when the man looks at him with slight apprehension and a worried little smile.

Cupid laughs at the adorable look on his newly-wedded husband’s face and nods in reassurance, holding his hand out to take Ayato’s and further tug him up the hill. “Yeah, I’ve been here plenty of times! Come on~”

“And you never thought to take me here? Ouch, honey.”

“That’s because this place is meant to be a secret.” Cupid answers, easily brushing off the fake look of hurt Ayato tries to tease him with. He should know his acting doesn’t work on him anymore. “I know if I took you here any other time, you’d bring bodyguards and everything.”

“Hm… you have a point.” Ayato concedes, interlacing his fingers with Cupid’s as he keeps up with his pace up the hill. “So why take me here now?”

“Because I know no one would be following us tonight.” Cupid turns around to hold both of his hands, his grin rivaling the stars. “We just got married, after all. Newlyweds deserve a bit of privacy after their wedding.”

Ayato shares the same sentiment, of course, which is why Cupid’s instincts were right. It’s just the two of them tonight, accompanied by the hydrangeas and the moon. Ayato made sure to tell the Shuumatsuban to give them privacy on their honeymoon—they’re both perfectly capable of defending themselves, after all. That, and Ayato can’t help but hold dear these moments Cupid feels truly relaxed, like he can be whoever he wants to be. Ayato knows how rare these moments are, and if he had a Kamera, he’d take a picture of it to keep to himself forever—to remind himself what to keep fighting for.

“Do you come here to relax?” Ayato asks once they’re under the oak tree, and from here, he can see the sea stretch out in front of them. Maybe if he squints, he’ll be able to see the lights of Liyue Harbour.

“Ehe… kind of.” Cupid laughs sheepishly, smoothing his hands over his reception dress. “...I come here to scream.”

Ayato whips his head towards his husband. “What?”

“You should try it!” Cupid grins, a sudden burst of energy as he bounces on his toes. “You’re always so tense and everything, y’know? Whenever I feel myself getting really tense, I take an afternoon off to come here and just yell it all out. Nobody can really hear me, except for the birds and crystalflies. And if someone does,” he shrugs, “at least they’re kind enough to not say anything about it.”

It’s not like Ayato’s never heard of yelling as a stress relief technique before. Ayaka used to scream in her pillow as a kid. But he’d never thought to do that himself—just a few deep breaths is enough for him to relax in that moment.

“I don’t usually need to go to that extent to relax, I’m afraid. And besides,” he snakes an arm around Cupid and kisses his temple, smiling all fond at the way he leans into it, “Our wedding released all the stress I had built up in me.”

“Ah, so all that stress we went through planning it has completely dissolved?” Cupid giggles, looking up at Ayato with a raised eyebrow. “Let’s not forget all the rumour mills upon announcing our engagement.”

“You know those things don’t—” Cupid feels Ayato’s grip on his waist tighten, by just a fraction, and has to hold back his doting little smile when the other sighs. “...Maybe they did bother me a little.”

“A little? I heard from one of the ninjas that you threatened an official when they said weird things about me.”

“How could I not? It frustrates me to no end when people think they can decide what I should do with my life.” Ayato scoffs, heaving another sigh before gently grabbing Cupid’s waist and turning him to face him. His smile returns when he reaches up to cup his cheeks to find them rapidly warming up. Summer nights in Inazuma can get quite chilly, especially this close to the ocean, so he can’t use the heat as an excuse. He gently squishes Cupid’s cheeks, laughing softly when he makes a little noise of protest. “See, how could I not marry you?”

Cupid opens and closes his mouth for a few moments, cheeks getting warmer against Ayato’s palms the longer he tries to think of an answer. Instead, he simply huffs and takes Ayato’s hands off his cheeks, intertwining them with his own. His sunny smile is back on his lips as he takes a step back and guides Ayato’s hand to his waist, his own sliding up to his shoulder. “Okay, if you don’t feel like yelling your frustrations out, then may I have this dance?”

Ayato laughs, and back then he would’ve been less enthusiastic about dancing—he was never the biggest fan of it, and growing up he found it an unnecessary way to exchange pleasantries at parties. Especially whenever he was forced to dance with the officials’ children who clearly did not want to be there either.

But how could he not fall in love with dancing after meeting Cupid, and seeing him sway in the kitchen to a song stuck in his head in early mornings? How could he not dance along then, when he’s found peace in the way Cupid always tilts his head back to laugh before pulling him in for a lively jive?

They already danced at the wedding reception, a romantic waltz that had everyone’s eyes on them, every heart in the room melting at the sight of two people so in love, so hopelessly devoted to each other.

“Why, of course.” Ayato takes a step back, a glint in his eyes before he lets go of Cupid’s waist to twirl him, delighting in the surprised laugh he lets out. This time, their dance is lively. Free of worries, an energetic sway under the oak and within the hydrangea, the sea and stars and moon their only audience. They dance to the rhythm of their own heartbeats, quick and in sync, fluttering every time their eyes meet. The sparkle of the wedding bands on their fingers could make their way to the stars and blend right in.

“You know what?” Ayato pants as he pulls Cupid in by the waist, an uncontrollable glimmer in his eyes, so bright Cupid can see beyond the sky with them. “Maybe I do need to scream. Just once.”

“Really?” Cupid tilts his head back to laugh before taking a step back and gesturing to the waves splashing against the earth beneath them, almost as if telling him that they’re listening. “Go ahead!”

Ayato takes a deep breath, but it does nothing to slow the tempo of his heartbeat, a quickstep dance in his veins as he looks at Cupid for a few more moments. He takes in his beauty, and wonders if he saved the world in his past life to deserve a love like his. In the end, it doesn’t matter—all he knows is he’s never going to take it for granted for the rest of his life.

He turns to the sea and spreads his arms out, and his voice rings out louder than the roaring waves when he yells with abandon, at the top of his lungs, “I love my husband!”

Cupid almost laughs—he almost does, but the air leaves his lungs upon the rare sight of Ayato so carefree, so serene and comfortable. He looks beautiful like this. How could he not fall in love with him?

So he moves closer instead, arms sliding around Ayato’s neck to tug him down with a giggle. He finds his lips easily, his heart doing a quickstep when he feels Ayato smile into the kiss. His confession is softer, swayed into the oak tree and falling into the hydrangeas. He falls with it, over and over again, pulled into Ayato’s embrace like the waves of the cooling sea. “I’ll love you forever.”

[chibishortdeath]

Had to remake this entire post cause I got gunk in my eye and set my phone down for two seconds to clean it and it crashed (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Anyway, unfortunately slightly less excited/passionate version of this post it is then ughhhhh

Explanations yippie!

I got requested by some friends to draw Simon with short shorts and so I delivered. Really happy with the anatomy on this one :3

Yes this is Fuma slapping his ass and yes it was also a request lol

Simon did not expect that—

But it was a welcome surprise ;3

Simon and Fuma are cuddling in this one! It’s a little hard to make out what’s going on with their arms and legs tho whoops

Just a doodle about the artstyle crisis I had a bit ago with his hair. It didn’t last long and I ended up going right back to drawing it how I usually do anyway, but it was an interesting concept to try. Maybe I’ll try it out again someday cause it looks nice, but ehhhh I just didn’t end up enjoying drawing it very much tbh (TwT ).

To pair with the first image, I drew Simon in his cursed era with short shorts too hehe :3. I also started adding little dark vein patterns to the curse in this doodle :O. I think it’s giving cursed a lot more than just the bloody scratchy patterns I usually draw.

I like to think that maybe if Simon succumbed to the curse he’d end up a vampire. I mean, it’d track with vampire folklore surrounding the vampires’ curse. There’s a lot of stories where the vampire, even when dead or buried, can still long distance drain and inflict someone with illness and the end stage of it is death and coming back as a vampire or other spirit/ghoul. Aughhhh I had a much better rant about this written before the crash but I just can’t replicate it properly aaaaaaa curse you memory problems (;_; ). I’ll have to rant about vampire folklore in a separate dedicated post eventually, it’s fun :)

Yay, pose practice :3! Also this one is never getting finished, the anatomy was too fun to cover with big clunky armor 😔😔😔

This one I am also so proud of X]. I think this is my best depiction of the effects of the curse yet tbh. I had an explanation of the traits I usually depict it having before the crash, so I’ll try to make another one. First things first, it drastically affects the healing process. Things just don’t close up properly or at all in most cases. Old scars tend to open back up a lot easier and this is in part because of the second major effect: rotting. Rotting is a very explanatory word when it comes to physical ailments, implying decay or necrosis! It usually starts at the extremities or around the edges of wounds with skin darkening, bleeding, and either a dryness or wetness, then spreads inwards and downwards or through the blood to other areas. Especially in extreme cases, which I think 6 whole years qualifies for 💀. Simon would probably have very fragile skin in the most affected areas and long story short his hands and feet are probably raw most of the time yikes, ouch, this poor guy :(. I imagine that he probably has some kind of Belmont specific regenerative and resistant ability that’s kept him from dying from it for so long, since they are kinda implied to be a little superhuman in some way. Which is probably a blessing and a curse in itself because on one hand it did allow him to live long enough to fix the problem, but on the other hand that had to absolutely suck (haha, Drac haha). I’ve explained other elements of it in another older post now that I think of it, so I might have to gather all this stuff together and make a more in depth post about it cause it’s really neat to talk about :3! I had like a huge special interest as a kid for injury and disease cause I started making ocs and ran into a bunch of “how to write realistic injury” posts and I’m glad for it cause it comes back any time I’m writing or drawing something that requires that knowledge. :)

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Heeellloooo darling! Welcome back!

Can you do modern Agni x reader, where the reader is having a massive anxiety attack because of home and work stress and Agni is helping them through it? Sorry I'm projecting...🙃

aaaaaaa I hope you're doing better now sweetie!!! <3

wishing you all the best! I hope this is a comfort for you =)

AGNI finds you curled up on the sofa when he comes home.

You’re pressed into the corner, appearing to have basically compressed yourself into a ball ball. You have both arms around yourself, knees to your chest, and he can hear that you’re not breathing quite normally. It doesn’t sound like you’re in danger of your breathing stopping, though, so he thinks it must be something else.

He sits down quickly, taking care not to make any big movements. “Jaan? Are you alright?”

When you shake your head, it’s a jerky motion, almost robotic. Sort of like you’re forcing yourself to do something to answer him. “N… no… I feel… I don’t feel right.”

“No?” God, he hates seeing you like this. Then again, surely no one likes seeing anybody they love suffering. Sometimes there isn’t much he can do, but he doesn’t have enough information yet to know whether or not he can do anything this time. “What doesn’t feel right, my love? Can you talk to me?”

There’s an audible swallow from you. “I… I don’t know. My heart’s racing… I-I’m… my breathing is… I feel shaky. It just hit me… everything… everything feels like so much… I-I can’t… I feel like I’m drowning in everything.”

Ah. He has an idea of what’s going on. Of course, that doesn’t mean he thinks he can help. He can certainly try, however. “Mh… everything? Work?”

You nod. “Work, and… and everything else going on. Not ― like, not you or ― I just…” You shake your head, hugging yourself tighter. “Everything else. It just… I feel like I can’t calm down, like I just… I can’t…”

Sensing your frustration to express your feelings, Agni pushes himself a bit closer to you on the sofa. “Is it alright if I touch you, jaan? Can I hold you, or do you think that will make you feel worse?”

“No,” you murmur, “you could never make things worse. I… I don’t know, try it and I’ll see?”

He scoots himself over, and gently wraps his arms around you. Even if he didn’t know you by now, to you it seems like he could never be anything but careful with anyone. Almost immediately, you melt into him, doing your absolute best to relax. It’s not easy. Everything still feels like an inescapable mountain trying to crush you.

The pressure of Agni’s arms around you doesn’t feel like pressure. It doesn’t feel like an added stress; it feels like he’s trying to take some of the weight off you. As much as you both know he can’t fix everything, you feel comforted that you don’t have to go through this alone.

“I’ve got you, jaan.” He keeps his voice soft, warm around you. “You can worry about things if you want, but the second that worry starts to hurt you, I want you to try to give some of that worry to me. You know I’m always here to make things easier for you if there’s any way I can, right?”

You nod, mostly because you can’t find your words. Anything you want to say is fluttering around in your stomach, barely a thought aside from the simple, I’m grateful for him, repeating on an endless loop. Tears are starting to form in your eyes now, but you think you’ll feel better after you’ve cried in his arms for a while.

“Good. All you need to do is tell me what you need, or talk to me about your feelings. If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it. If not, I’ll just listen.” Agni rests his chin atop your head, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “For now, you’re overwhelmed. Breathe with me, sweetheart. Follow how I’m breathing. It might not help all your problems, and it might be hard at first, but it will help you in this moment once you do it a few times. Okay?”

You nod again. True to his word, it does take a couple of tries to mirror the pattern of his breathing ― finally, you manage to do it. And he’s right, that it doesn’t fix anything that you’re anxious about. Money problems, trouble at work, your friends and family and whatever else is going on.

Every breath seems to tell your mind to loosen your grip, though. Let go just a little. The more you match this pattern, the more your brain’s fingers slip off the thoughts.

Agni gives a small rub to your shoulder. “That’s it, jaan. You’ve got it. I want you to try to remember something, okay? When you feel overwhelmed by things like you are now. You can’t control the fact that you feel things, can you? But you do have some control. Those feelings exist inside of you. They are your feelings. You get to have the final say on how you respond to your feelings. You own them, they don’t own you.”

His hands move down, to gingerly set atop yours. “I’ll always be here for you. But if you feel things that overwhelm you when we’re apart, I want you to remember your own power. Think of your feelings as a monster that is small enough to hold in your hands. You hold that tiny monster, and you look at it, and you say, ‘You have no power over me. I have power over you, and I choose to use it.’ You tell that tiny monster, ‘You don’t get to control me.’”

In between all this, you keep breathing, and the thought of your feelings being a palm-sized monster makes you laugh a little. As bizarre as it is, maybe it will work next time. For now, this is enough.

All your problems and all your stress still exist. There’s no debating that.

Suddenly, though, Agni has reminded you how strong you really are. Even if you’re incredibly overwhelmed right now, you aren’t powerless.

You sink in against him, and you’ve started to cry, and that’s fine. It’s what you need in this moment.

“There, jaan, there. Try to rest.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Next time, you’ll be more prepared to fight the tiny monster on your own. But right now, let me chase it off. You’re going to be okay, my love.”

And, somehow, you think you will be.

[httpiastri]

some quick notes from your previous reply (i’m sorry i took so long ive been so busy recently but i finally have time now so):

firstly, i hope i never meet a handball player irl, ever. the fact that you just casually know people above 200cm?? i’m sorry but i’d actually feel like a pest around everyone 😓😓 (plus id get really jealous of heights) and id also be terrified to even stand near anyone close to 200 pls

and omg the fact that the guy who got you into coaching recently passed? i hope you’re doing okay 😓🙏 but if it helps— he may not have known how much he changed your life, but through coaching, you’re basically keeping his legacy alive, yeah? i think it matters, personally, that people are remembered and honoured and you’re kinda doing that through coaching, because you’re kinda solidifying (if that’s the right word for it) the fact that he existed, and he did enough good to change the lives of people for the better, and that his time here on earth wasn’t all in vain because he did good and he brought joy to people like you by leading you to being a coach and that his impact lives on even when he’s gone yk? it’s a form of closure, i think— to know that even if someone is gone now, there are pieces of them scattered behind in little things (in your case, in your daily life as a coach), and that not all is lost, just a little harder to find

also oops the fact that i called them girls even though they’re only a barely a few years younger than me 😭😭

and omg pepe would 100% make me feel comfortable meeting him at a race even if he might be stressed and no way you got to go to races at 8?? you had a chance to be one of those cute kids probably decked out in merch (if no merch was involved you probably got to scream happily at everything and good for you😭😭 because thats exactly how races should be experienced)

finding sponsors can’t be that hard… we could infiltrate the space in various ways im sure (my friend’s mum knows someone who works for Marlboro that gets invited to races bc the company was an EX-sponsor so anything’s possible)

on a rather unrelated note— pepe’s been acting very much like a muse for me recently… whatever that might mean… (might even be nothing honestly sometimes i don’t know what i mean either)

anyway! as always, i hope you have a lovely lovely friday, and weekend, and june (pepe’s month!), and that people are kind to you and that the sky looks beautiful and gorgeous all the time ❤️❤️

- 🪷💗

gosh dont apologize :( esp since you know im bad at answering….. its alright 🥺 just glad to hear from you 🥺🥺

shdjdhd it do be scary to meet really tall people!! when im around the men's team i work with sometimes, i almost get neck pains bcs staring up at them is so hard 😵‍💫 and i have this other job where i have to like sit by the court and do things for the match, and when players come over to talk to me and they literally tower over me???? insane 😶 but yes i too get jealous of heights, esp since in handball it's good for girls to be tall too so everyone around me is always tall asf? ive always been considered to be a tall person in school but at 175cm i am nowadays considered short in the team i currently play in 😐😐😐 so yes i feel u aaa (also several of the girls i coach are my height already and just. pls stop growing, you're scaring me. 🥲)

ALSO OMFG i almost forgot to answer this but i had a thought yesterday.... about my favorite volleyball player being 188cm and i thought "hm that's not very far off from pepe" so of course i have now started thinking about volleyball player!pepe 😶 idk if you enjoy volleyball aaaaaaa but i just thought about his height and his big ass hands that would make hitting the ball easier and just..........

thank you, im doing okay but it's still weird to imagine? because i haven't really had anyone close to me (or even semi-close) pass away so it's a very new experience, being in his neighborhood (very close to where i live) and thinking "oh what if i see him in the shop like that day-" before realizing... but god you put it in such a sweet way, im lowkey teary eyed :( i will continue to do my best to keep his legacy alive and honor him through my coaching!!! he created this thing that became so important to me and for that i will be forever thankful. but yes i agree, it means that he brought more meaning to my life and therefor also the girls i coach, and that's such a beautiful thing. it's life, i guess 😭 so hard but also so sweet...

skdjfhdjjf dont worry, i call them "children" to their faces very often even though some are even 16 😁 but to be fair ive known a lot of them since they were nine so to me they're still babies :(( also you being that young and still so smart is so cool and cute aaa

no because i have imagined meeting pepe MANY times and i really really think he would be so sweet about it. very happy that i recognize him and like "aw hey it's okay! no tears please" when i cry 😭 and i think he also would agree to do a silly pose with me for a photo aksjdhfjkdf 😭 i sadly didn't buy a lot of merch BUT (did i mention this already?? then i will be so insanely embarrassed....) we did get me a kimi lotus cap for obvious reasons 🥺 that i still have to this day actually !!! and ofc we took a pic of me next to the lotus truck 🤭 (also realizing now that i wasn't 8, i was 9 or 10 🤣 well well)

oh! then i think we can pretend to be your friend's mum's friend's kids? so we should also be invited?? or maybe we just need to get a job somewhere that has connections and can invite us..... to be fair my dad wrote to dino beganovic's manager or something about sponsoring him just for funsies (idk how u mean to sponsor someone just for fun tho 😶 he was like "what if i get my company's logo on his car and in return we get to come into the paddock once?..."), but then the manager responded with a full deal and stuff and my dad just got scared 😭 but we should keep looking, i'm sure we can find a good sponsor for us 🥰

aaaaa that's so sweet 🥺 i love that 🥺🥺🥺 if you feel like talking further about it, im all ears 🥰

aw dalring i hope you have an even lovelier lovely friday and week and month and year !!! and yes yes pepe's month, i think it will be very good to us all (esp him!!!!!!!) 🥰 i think that maybe the world listened to your ask because the sunset was so gorgeous tonight 🥺 so thank you for that <3<3