#Fellow plays BBS

[lightandfellowship]

[cefalofori]

Outfit check + spoils of war from the alt gathering i died at over the weekend 👻

[autism-corner]

most stressfull minute of MY LIFE.

[starlightwayfinder]

Do you have any headcanons about Ven you'd like to talk about?

Always!! Okay first, here’s the fluffy ones:

He gives good hugs. Really good ones. The kind you can just melt into! He brings a sunshiny warmth with him wherever he goes, both metaphorically and literally.

You could make him laugh with the cheesiest jokes ever. It wouldn’t be hard at all.

He can’t actually talk to birds/animals ‘Disney princess’ style, but they will let him get unusually close, or will approach him without fear. Terra and Aqua were baffled at first, but now they’re used to it and forget that other people will find it weird.

He’s got a decent book collection in his room. It’s mostly a mix of Keyblade history, astronomy, and fairytales. He and Aqua will sit together and have tea while they read.

He can and will fall asleep anywhere. Again, Terra and Aqua are just used to it by now.

He likes watching the sunrise almost as much as he likes stargazing.

He spars with Terra the most, and always gets upset that he’s holding back. Terra, however, is just trying not to send him flying by accident.

If he and Terra do roughhouse, (they are ‘brothers’ after all..) it’s very playful and all in good fun. Aqua just sighs and makes some comment about the friendship between boys. 

Unsurprisingly, Ven likes to feel the wind in his hair—which most of the time means going fast on his Keyblade glider. He would also love roller coasters, surfing, etc. 

He also loves flying and will go back to Neverland every now and then for more pixie dust.

He’s a fast runner and does pretty well in races on Destiny Islands, but he’s not a super competitive person, so he doesn’t care too much about winning.

He helps Kairi get into a training routine when she moves in. He becomes a bit of a mentor, but more in the sense of a fellow student/friend who already knows the ropes.

He has a cd player in his room for listening to his favorite songs. The others try to show him how to play music on his Gummiphone, but he doesn’t use it for much beyond taking pictures and the occasional phone call. He’d probably be a little shy about calls because it’s so unusual to him.

Since he was asleep for 10 years, he doesn’t know any of the new slang and has slightly outdated tastes, haha.

His favorite season is Spring, but he doesn’t dislike any of the seasons. You can bet that when the weather warms up, he’ll be outside enjoying the sun and looking for dandelions.

He enjoys all types of weather too—except for bad storms, which he’s always disliked.

He got a little bed for Chirithy that goes unused because they always fall asleep in his arms. 

And here’s the deeper ones:

Ven is overall a sensitive guy, which means he can’t stomach most violent or disturbing movies/games/etc. The problem with this is that he can’t stand being treated like a little kid either. I imagine he would be the sort to agree to watch something out of peer pressure… then be unable to fall asleep at night thinking about it. Finally Terra or Aqua has to step in and say “you don’t have to make yourself uncomfortable to fit in”. 

That sort of thing is frustrating for him in general. Thanks to everything that’s happened to his heart and mind, he technically *is* kind of younger—yet, it’s also just his personality and who he is. It’s not necessarily due to a lack of maturity. 

That being said, I think he’d be really good with kids—and I know I’ve said it before somewhere, but he would make a great camp counselor or something. Can’t you imagine him leading activities or songs with a group of kids?

He’s more shy in UX because he’s surrounded by older Keyblade wielders and used to being rejected by them (since he doesn’t bring much to the table in terms of physical strength or magical ability.) In BbS, he’s more outgoing because he’s been living with the same people for years and it’s all exciting and new. He’s always been an introvert, but he still loves making friends… It just doesn’t come quite as naturally to him as it does to Sora, and Ven’s more likely to think he did something wrong if someone dislikes him. 

In other words, he’s the sort of guy who would go to a party and end up sitting on the floor to pet the dog the whole time.

If someone does hurt his feelings, however, he’s quick to forgive them and try to restore the relationship.

Thanks to Ven being a more sensitive person, he’s very comforting and compassionate: a trustworthy friend to talk to when you’re feeling down. He’s especially nonjudgmental and a good listener. I imagine most of the guardians’ first impression of him is either ‘quiet and unassuming’ or writing him off as silly / immature. Typically, only Terra and Aqua see that deeper side of his personality—but if the opportunity arises, he gets a chance to shine.

Since he’s pure of heart, he really can’t wrap his head around *why* people would use the darkness/be cruel to others intentionally. It doesn’t click in his mind at all. He’s not ‘innocent’ in the sense of being *ignorant* to that sort of thing, but rather just never feeling the urge to act that way. Does that make sense?

He’s a genuinely good, sincere guy. I love him 💖

[jaqofalltrades]

Barracks Bunny

COLLAB WITH @ace-of-spadez GO FOLLOW!!!

POV: You're a barracks bunny and didn't think the Colonel knew.

König x bb!reader

CW: (Part 1) Age difference (König early 40's, reader mid 20's), sparring ig. (Part 2) Size difference, size kink, authority kink, breath play, overstimulation, choking, over-the-desk, public but also not public, multiple rounds, hair pulling, fingering, cunnilingus, headboard banging, creampie, biting, marking, etc.

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You were going on the third week in your new base. Kortac. It was mid afternoon and you were making your rounds. Your evenly paced steps created tiny clicks on the hard floor, ringing out in the relative silence. A shout could be heard every once in a while from every other training room, usually someone being berated and called a maggot. This place was no boot camp, but they strictly kept up with training to whip everyone into shape. You yourself could’ve used the extra cardio, but instead you’re on your way to put bullets in walls.

You turned a sharp corner and took only a few steps, your eyes rested on the shadow of a lonely recruit sitting solemnly by himself, with only the open broom closet across the hall to illuminate his face.. You made an abrupt stop and tilted your head slightly. Your voice cut sharply into the stale air, “Soldier, is there a reason you aren't at your station right now?” 

The man’s head abruptly shoots up in your direction, eyeing you incredulously as he rises to his feet quickly straightening his posture. “What’s it to ya?” The corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. The soldier takes a few steps closer coming into the light of the main room, showing a rather rugged man but also well-kept. 

“Sarg was taking roll and sent me to seek out the stragglers.” You gave him a knowing look, already aware of the soldiers that were missing in training. You stood up straight and took a step back as the lone soldier finally entered the hall and stood over you with a strange glint in his eyes. You knew that look all too well, he wanted something. Although that ‘something’ was not clear, you had an inkling of what it was. As soon as that feeling appeared, it disappeared just as quick.

“How can you be certain that my name is on that list? I could outrank you for all your knowledge.” He grinned slyly as he folded his arms across his chest. 

“Your name soldier.” You stood your ground as you looked at him, unmoving. As your conversation goes on, you’re both unaware of the new looming presence a few feet down the hall behind a cracked door.

He gave you a quick glance up and down, already aware of your position as a barracks bunny. One of his fellow companions had leaked that little detail the other night at meal time. “The name’s Marshall Matthers. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His voiced dripped sensually. “Although I may know you more than you think.” Matthers unfolded his gear clad arms and shrugged with a smile.

You shifted your weight onto one foot and crossed your arms, lifting a brow in question. You should be telling him to get back to training, as informed to do. “And what, Private Matthers, do you mean by that?” Taking a firm step forwards looking at him quizzically. A small squeak of a door could be heard by someone that was paying attention. 

“It could mean whatever you want honey.” Matthers responded. You could tell what he was hinting at, his tone being more obvious than storm clouds in the sky. 

A hint of a smirk crossed your lips as he spoke. You cocked an eyebrow up at him and you gathered your composure to stop yourself from telling him off. You go to speak when you notice the man’s face in front of you drain of any and all color. His eyes go wide and he immediately looks back to you, apologizes and practically sprints down the hall to his designated training room, suddenly more interested in being berated than teasing you more. Your brows furl in confusion, mouth frozen in position as the words died on your tongue. 

A looming presence behind you sends chills up your spine and anxiety coursing through your veins. You take a step forward and slowly turn around, seeing a building of a man staring you down. Is this the nearly seven foot giant that has been whispered about around the base? Theres a lump in your throat as you try to swallow, mouth unbearably dry. You straighten your posture to the best of your abilities, putting a stern look on your face attempting to hide your uncertainty and uneven breath.

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you, unsure of what to say. You notice the man looking you up and down, almost sizing you up rather than checking you out. Clearing your throat with a quick, “ahem,” the mountains eyes snap to your face. “And your name soldier?” You try to hide the small waver in your voice, if it had been anyone else you’d think it would go unnoticed, but the man noticed immediately. His eyes crinkle lightly, as if he were smirking under the veil of a t-shirt with two eye holes cut into it. 

“Colonel König, ma’am. And you?” he spoke lowly, thick austrian accent catching you off guard. His voice was smooth, slightly higher pitched than what you’d expect from a man of his build. Large broad shoulders, tall and wide stance, muscular arms crossed against his chest, clad in a bulletproof vest and enough gear to fill a tank. You found yourself spaced out, realizing you must have just been staring at him for a good five seconds before being quick to respond.

“My apologies Colonel, I was not made aware of who you are.” Standing about four feet apart, you and König stood, you clearly trying to remain professional while practically shrinking into yourself and him clearly enjoying having so much of an effect on you. “I was simply sent to collect any missing men for training. And now that I have, I will be on my way.” You nod and start to walk away when you hear him call from behind you.

“You don’t happen to be headed to training room C-16, do you?” The question stopped you in your tracks, how could he have known? I mean yes, he is the Colonel and should be aware of all the soldiers ranks and schedules. But the question remained, why would he be asking if he knew?

“That is correct Colonel. Is something the matter?” you ask over your soldier, hoping to avoid the uproar of anxiety you get from making eye contact with him. 

“Oh not at all, I am to be assisting with training in your group today. Shall we walk there together?” He took two long strides towards you, bumping his elbow into your shoulder as he passed. Clearly not a request, but a statement. You attempt to keep up with his fast pace, walking in silence with the tower of a man next to you. 

As the both of you neared the open training door, you slowed your pace slightly, as to enter behind him. His head peers back over his shoulder for a second before looking straight on. As you step into the full room, everyone's eyes seem to immediately land on the Colonel and then you, trailing in behind him. A few smirks and chuckles could be seen all around. You knew what they were thinking, seeing as your track record is quite widely known amongst the other men.

You walked to the side of the training room, feeling a few eyes still watching intently. König seemed to have realized the thoughts of the soldiers. He stopped in the center of the room, folding his hands behind his back, observing everyone. He knew of your midnight adventures, hearing about it from other soldiers personal conversations that he eavesdropped on. He decided to shut any ideas down before they could fully formulate. “Alright soldiers! Settle down and pay attention. No need to act like a bunch of idioten the moment one of your female comrades enters the room.”

All of their eyes snapped up and their postures straightened, everyone immediately resuming their work. You however were left standing in thought. Why would he feel the need to stand up for you like that? You two knew next to nothing about the other, much less have enough of a relationship to defend you like he just did. Was it purely just out of respect? Or did he have a underlying reason behind it, a different intent maybe? You’re snapped out of overthinking by a large hand waving in front of your face. 

“Welcome back to reality soldier, afraid we lost you for a second there. Everything alright?” König asked calmly. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply just nodded and walked over to a bench to place your stuff down. Although you weren’t yet aware of who your training buddy would be quite yet, you still sat down and quietly began preparing yourself for sparring. Just as you were about get up to ask who you would be partnering with, you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Looks as if you’ll be working with me today. I was told you are to work on sparring with enemies much larger than you in preparation for an upcoming mission.” Your heart jumps to your throat as you hear König continue. “I will be teaching you some strategies along with what not to do when up against an enemy twice the size of you, if the opportunity were to ever arise.” Frozen in place you begin to panic, how in the hell are you supposed to take down a man like him? He could easily snap you in half in seconds. You could already tell that today was going to be rough.

There was no doubt in your mind that your were strong, hell you would even be proud to announce that you were stronger and more agile than most of the men in the room currently. But König? That was where your confidence slightly faltered. Putting aside your worry, you confidently strided over to the mat, getting into sparring position with a determined look on your face. Across you stood the giant, now barren of his gear and equipment, t-shirt no longer over his face, instead wearing his baklava which he only wore during sparring. 

He’s stood straight, hands clasped in front of him and facing the group of fellow soldiers. “May I have everyone’s attention!” He spoke up, instantaneously getting the eyes of all in the room in which he continued. “I will be providing a scenario in which it may be difficult to fight back, I will be showing different moves and maneuvers that you may need to use to your advantage.” All eyes were on you and König, your breathing uneven. Looking back to your sparring partner, you see him getting into position. Before you even have time to react, he has gotten beside you, splaying his arm across the entirety of your chest holding onto your opposite shoulder pushing back; sweeping his foot into the backs of your knees, you fold immediately. 

You try to recover quickly, rolling over onto your stomach, attempting to push yourself up off the ground when he places his foot in the center of your back holding you down. He lectures the others on what you could have done in order to avoid this but it all goes in one ear and out the other as the air gets pushed out of your lungs. Finally, you get let back up as you gasp for oxygen, swiftly darting behind König to jump onto his back, locking your legs around his waist and putting him in a chokehold. Everyone looks shocked for an entirety of 2 seconds before you get flung over his shoulder, your back aching as you smash into the ground. 

Your eyes opened as you groaned. The sight you are met with is the Colonel’s body looming over yours, looking down, his eyes looked like they were holding a satisfied grin behind them. He reaches his arm out, and you grip onto it, being yanked up quickly onto your feet with your head spinning slightly. 

König faced the crowd of soldiers again, his voice cutting into them, “Okay. Now you have seen what not to do when facing a larger opponent. I’ll demonstrate again, but this time I will show what to do, ja?” His eyes looked around, seeing nodding heads as confirmation they were listening. He turned to you, holding his hands up, “Be in a standard defensive position, hands up, covering your stomach and head. The weakest spots.” He started to circle around you, so you moved opposite of him. He was speaking directly to you now, “Use your size to your advantage. You are smaller, so you can move quicker, and be harder to grab. Stay low to the ground, try to throw your opponent off balance.. Think on your feet. And never, ever second guess yourself.”

The second he completed his speech he darted towards you, and you drop like a bag of rocks in order to trip him. He stumbles but stays standing by which you grab his wrist and pull him over you, using the momentum of his rocking. He braces himself and somersaults forward to try and recover but as he goes to sit up, you lock onto him from behind. Your legs around his hips with your ankles crossed, locking his legs together as you wrap your arm around his neck and fall back. König tries to reach back and unlock the chokehold you have him in, when he realizes he can’t he starts to get even more harsh. Thrashing and attempting to retrieve airflow that he doesn’t think to pull your ankles apart, and finally he taps. 

You release your hold on him with a triumphant smirk, hearing him gasp for air inflating your confidence ten-fold. Obviously you offered him a hand and asked if he was okay, that’s more important than beating the nearly seven foot giant, that not a single person would ever think to go into a one on one combat with willingly. 

He stood with a lighthearted chuckle. He looked down and nodded his head in approval while replying, “Yes, I’m fine. That was good Corporal (L/n), I am more than mildly impressed with your efforts. And thank you for helping with my demonstration.” You stand straight with your head held high, eyes scanning the room, seeing the faces of the soldiers filled with a mix of nervous confusion and impressed anger. To think the only person to have the balls to attempt to take down the brick wall of an intimidating giant would be the one and only 5’6, 140 lb woman in the entire group.

“Alright soldiers, back to work. I want to see each and every one of you working hard. You have 2 hours.” König stated to everyone as he turns to refocus his attention on you. “Corporal (L/n), if you would please come with me, I would like to discuss the mission plans with you in my office.” You felt confused as to why he was asking about this when the mission isn’t for another couple months. However, swallowing down the confusion and putting on a blank face, you give him a curt nod and follow him out of the training room.

“I don’t mean to doubt your knowledge, Colonel, but if I’m not mistaken the mission isn’t until 4 months from now. How is it possible to have all of the information and suspects needed to start formulating plans on something we aren’t certain the future of?” The rhythmic pace of footsteps echoing in the empty barracks hallway. You and König walk side by side and the slow rising and falling of his chest helps to soothe the tension in the air.

To be continued...

I'm not totally sure when the second part will be out but take this for now...

[darkita11]

Carol crumbs cause it's been a busy week 💦

Slightly deeper analysis below ↴

LM: This little kid won't stop getting in the way since the 80's! He's getting tired of seeing him but he can't help but feel intrigued by his strength

GJ: They've shared a couple words on the waiting room at the neurologist, though Carol only goes bc he goes to moshpits and shows up lightheaded on training the next day

VK: Carol thinks that the retired military to boxer thing is pretty metal, VK is happy to tell him his stories (also slight crush on VK bc he's still a self insert of mine 😼)

DK: Disco is better at the dancefloor than the ring, Carol is the opposite. Carol has gone to a few kickboxing classes with Disco for fun (they were a mesa) and they enjoy learning each other's dance styles

KH: Carol has asked him to teach him how to growl like him, "your voice is so metal" King Hippo doesn't really understand what he means tho

PH: Piston often helps Carol cool down if he gets too intense. Have gone to a Babymetal concert together. Btw Carol is friends with everyone in the Mayor circuit :D

BH: Friends. Kinda like a cool uncle to Carol, "you can't not get along with this guy!". They have fun at the grill

GT: Friends, though Tiger seems to get along better with his clones so they're not very close

DF: As fellow Spanish speakers early on the WVBA friendship was quick to spark. However their rankings on the latest instalment made Carol jealous, and rivalry was a lot more evident. Don would shove on his face how popular he was amongst women and how cool his Mayor circuit belt looks on him too. Outside the ring they're still good friends tho! The chase of the champion title is the one thing turning their friendship a bit rocky

AR: Two crazy freaks bonding over national dances and aggressive fighting style? Yeah

BB: He's aware that his whole character is about being intimidating and strong like a wild animal but thinks he takes it a bit too far. Carol's character also plays that role but messing with the ref and throwing dumbbells to the public is just disrespectful. He's thought that maybe there's something underneath that facade but it's just hard to see through him.

SP: They've shared one too many drinks before but they end up too hungover to remember they're friends or had a great time last night

SMM: They have clashing personalities. However one day they're calling each other names and the next one they're doing silly stuff like dancing or putting makeup on together. They both seem to have a single braincell that pair up in random moments.

MS: Carol grew up admiring Mr Sandman's intimidating personality and incredible strength. He was scared af to actually meet him in the WVBA but after his crushing defeat (Expected) he turned out to be a chill guy! They listen to heavy metal and go to concerts together, Carol helped him pick his theme for the Wii instalment too. They like to blast metal at the gym to have it all for themselves

DL: Carol rarely talks to Mac soo how's he supposed to know anything beyond that?

R: He kinda misses Mario cause he wouldn't let any of the boxers shove him or throw him off the ring. Doesn't like his lack of authority pretty much

C: I mean he's already friends with Don so how wouldn't he know his gf

[pokemonblack3white3]

Hello, about the blast to the past au. Which hisui characters are close to which BB kids? What are their relationships?

Also, the alloyshipping in hisui is growing on me. I usually headcanon Drayton as aro (on the account of me being insane about her and the second highest honour I can give to a character is making them aro. The first one is making them a woman) but I think they're cute in this. I also think it really nicely illustrates their development. Cuties.

Calaba my beloved. I love when the hisuian characters are showed respect and treated as character and not just bigoted mouthpieces made for creating angst. I know in my heart that Ingo (and in time travel aus, other ppl) is accepted, maybe not by the whole clan, but by other wardens yes. I know itttt. They're family. Trust me😭😭😭 (I'm screaming as they drag me into the asylum)

Kieran is going to need to put in a lot of work to not only befriend them again, but also convince them to come back with him. "yeah, I know you don't know me and don't trust me but you gotta believe me, we are from the future" while Carmine hives him a side eye.

- Drayton anon

ARO DRAYTON IS SOSOSO REALLY SHE'S DEFINITELY AROSPEC TO ME. maybe demi I don't have a definitive label yet. I need to talk ab my aro headcanons more I love being aro. OKAY ON TO YOUR FIRST QUESTION:

Carmine: her and Alari and Rei are best best friends. They're completely inseperable. For the purposes of this au, Rei is still actually Dawn but since Carmine hijacked the protagonist role Rei actually gets to fucking relax for them once. Carmine's also really close with Laventon and Cyllene. Low key they kind of adopted Carmine, Rei, and Akari (though I wouldn't describe the trip's dynamic as sibling-like. Seriously those three are closer than family). One the opposite end of the spectrum Carmine and Melli are mortal enemies.

Crispin: Crispin is Ginter's golden child. Probably prefers this kid over his own biological children LMAO. Crispin super gets around, and they're charming enough thay most people like them, but they're not actually particularly close with anybody- even Ginter. Their relationship stemmed from how much money Crispin was raking in, after all.

Amarys: she and Arezu are best friends. She's also really beloved by all the Diamond Clan, especially the other wardens and Adaman. She knows Calaba pretty well, too. Besides her, Amarys is also friends with Palina from how much time Amarys spends with Iscan and their shared Diamond/Pearl Clan forbidden romance (it was very not forbidden by the time Amarys and Drayton got together but still).

Lacey: literally nobody except for Coin, Charm, and Clover like Lacey. Even their partnership started off pretty rocky, though. The Pearl Clan especially don't like her because Lacey stole Lian's hat and that is their boy. The one who unabashedly hates Lacey the most, though, while not a clan member, is absolutely Crispin.

Drayton: again, as a warden they're friendly with all of the Pearl Clan, but especially his fellow wardens. I've already talked about this a bit, so I won't get too into it. Of the Diamond Clan he's pretty friendly with Iscan, same reason Amarys is with Palina.

Kieran: he hopes all the PLA characters die and goes to hell. Definitely wasn't once a fan of Rei when he was Sinnoh's champion though, and knows who Ingo is.

If this gives you any more indication of how their characters play into their relationships, here's a brief synopsis of everybody's character development orderes from who got better to who got worse: Kieran>Lacey>Crispin>Carmine>Amarys>Drayton. Will not be elaborating further at this time.

ALLOYSHIPPING WIN! Together we can make them less of a rare pair 🤝. idk i ship amarys with. A lot of characters I've mentioned before she's the kind of comfort character I ship with anybody as long as she's happy, while Amarys is the only character I really actively ship Drayton with.

CALABA I LOVE YOU MY WIFE. and I've been SAYING the reason calaba had such a quick turnaround on arezu is because she already had her "accepting outsiders" arc with Ingo!! And like ofc the clan accepts her man she's literally a warden it's implied the clan chose her. Like part of me really wishes they'd gone a bit harder on the xenophobia and clan rivalry aspect of PLA but honestly I adore that Ingo seems to be wholeheartedly accepted by the Pearl Clan.

I'm genuinely unsure if Kieran even manages to convince them to go home. Like the only one of them I could see him really convincing is Crispin. And only part of this is due to how deranged Kieran gets in this au. We're not getting into Crispin's depression in this au rn tho.

[in2u-4asec]

A first for me doing this 🙃

frustrated with all the lies and bs of everyone ☠️

that new york times article is not a coincidence. Nor is the timing of the documentary in cinemas shown in many places in the world. They are clearly making a campaign for the grammys for their golden boy.

and this made me laugh because we know that they will go to hell first than admit that their idol is favored by bsh and his solo career was orchestrated by sb. with all the label’s resources backing him up, how can he not achieve success?

Sacrifice? All the other members sacrificed their solo careers too given their military service 💁 these people doesn’t understand or most likely disregarding everything that had jk got a nomination or grammy win last year, he would not be at the military right now and would be on constant tours around the world.

and the other members solo career and their brand? All up in the air. These discussions are always met with scathing replies and abuse because many doesn’t want to admit that their OT7 or nothing bs is just like that, a big BS.

when jimin got that bb hot 100 #1, it was said that it would put the bts brand at stake so they had to counter measure it by making jk be another one to have it. If that is their logic, then what happened to the other members? Why weren’t they given the same support as jk to even out the playing field for all of them?

many will die first than admit that jk’s solo career has been in the works for years. they have been positioning him to be the breakout star in the band. Will it be jk and his fellow bts members as his back up dancers in the future? Fans are all convinced that the members are all ok with this, as if they don’t care about their own solo careers. Then care to explain the difference in promotion with Namjoon’s indigo and rpwp? He clearly negotiated with hybe for that promotion. And i will reiterate it again and again, the fandom has been failing NJ since the beginning and they are taking their anger out on jimin and his fans. Jhope’s difference in promotion with his first and second album is also noticeable.

i want to see how hobi and jin will promote their works since time is on their side. But will hybe be using their resources for them like they did with jk? The answer is as clear as no. With hybe’s financial situation right now, they can’t afford to do so. Or the better answer is, would bsh do it because he wants to? Hell, no.

i actually am glad that jin made friends with coldplay. They could and probably would help him to get more audience. Let’s see how it will play out for him.

Can’t wait for BTS to comeback. It will be interesting to see if it will be as like before or not. the army fandom? Nah. They are the maknae’s fandom, not already but they have been since the beginning they just don’t want to admit it hence they keep on gaslighting themselves 😂 I’ve mentioned before during the start of their solo career that each member should have their own fans and nobody listened because of the ot7 bs and solos are losers and they are not army. Well, look at it now. Who is the one with a thriving solo fandom that is putting in the works for their artist even if the odds are againts them? You know the answer.

[mj0702]

Hi

With baby leon added to bb patri pina group , alexia is contemplating her life

Your hcs are my favourite time of the day. 🩵🩵

it came up in an interview when ask about retirement plans and Alexia answered "Definitely no kids... the little bronze is a mission on her own... Mapí didn't grow up after becoming a mother and God forbid and help us all if Patri and Pina ever decide to reproduce themselves"

perfect set up for bb to prank alexia... patri is obviously on board with playing along... so month after the interview bb paid off some of the staff for keeping their gob shut and keep their head down...

Patri asking Alexia for a meeting with the management and as her capitana she wants Alexia to be present - Alexia already forgot about the interview and was quite concerned when her fellow teammate acted suspicious...

So they sat in the big meeting room with hidden cameras when Patri played her role perfectly first acting shy until alexia just grumbled "just spit it out Patri... you hardly murdered someone 🙄" with Patri immer replying "I'm out for the rest of the season... I'm pregnant"

"You're what?!! 😳😳😳"

"please ale... don't kill me... it was an accident"

perfect execution from patri with a little bonus by pushing fake ultrasound pictures over the table towards her captain... alexia is flabbergasted and doesn't know what to say anymore... for the first time in her life she turns around to the management and asks for a really strong drink despite being at the Barca facility and technically still at training...

BB has a field day with that clip making sure it goes viral... patri will run a lot of laps... for the rest of the season... so will bb, Pina and mapì...

#bbhc

[lightandfellowship]

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Okay, first of all, you are amazing bb! Love ya 💟 Second of all, what about that kind of disturbing idea. So we have Aegon! College Au. He falls for a quiet straight A’s girl. His total opposite. Becomes so obsessed and crazy over her that fucks only girls that look like her and jerks off to her innocent eyes. So let’s say one night he sees her at the party all alone. A perfect opportunity to make her drunk and high enough to fuck and tie up to him. So when he discovers her being a virgin he straight away makes her date him and eventually has her to his own! That’s it! Have free will to make this stalker shit-head chubby! With some real good smut 😋

My Dream Girl...

PAIRING: chubby!FratBoy!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Stark!Reader [MODERN College AU]

WORDS: 2,526.

WARNINGS: possessive!Aegon ii, mentions of virginity/losing virginity, female receiving (fingering), mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, innocence kink, praise kink, slight manipulation, boob play, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption.

A/N - ahhh bestie, apologies for the delay in responding, but this idea had me frothing. I have such a weakness for the good girl x bad boy trope idc!!! thank you for sending this incredible idea in and trusting me to write it... hope I did it justice!

She was a comforting sight... An incomparable beauty who was ignorant to her own potential. His audacious mind often wandered of how weak she would feel beneath this bare touch, how warm her panting breath would feel against his flesh, how divine she would taste...

Y/N Stark was unlike any girl he had ever laid eyes on before: not the typical choice for his quick, promiscuous rendezvous', she was a different breed. She was meticulous and studious, barely ever hearing a peep from her in class, with the exception of being spontaneously called upon to answer a question. She diligently did so, and yet with a softness in her voice, he could barely hear her words. She was bright, top of the class in fact, and yet quite reserved. He never truly saw her speak to others willingly nor did she socialise outside of class, often finding her succumbed to the quiet and stillness of the library, buried in dense texts hidden in some desolate corner. And yet, that made him want her even more, an insatiable desire to take her there and then in that corner, or in class, on her desk, or by her locker... The thoughts frequented his mind more often than usual, and more sinful... Aegon often felt feverish if he allowed his mind to dwell for long.

And as revolting as it would be, he could only truly sate himself with females of a similar resemblance to Y/N. Uncanny at the very least, he would often bed with girls, avoiding to stare directly or for too long, as he feared that his mind would soon decipher the difference, and the reality that it still was not her... He was desperate to deceive himself. He even went so far as to gather photographs of Y/N, whatever he could get his measly, pudgy hands on, envisioning her lustful face, her helpless moans begging for more of his, as he would fervently stroke his own hard cock. Pining for her with each devious paw, breathlessly cursing beneath a whisper at his misfortune.

He knew that luck would run out soon: that some fellow, more deserving of Y/N would whisk her away... And who was to say she was not already taken?

No, no... He consumed: he would pursue her still, possess her and keep her safe from harm's way, from the relentless harm of some infirm boy undeserving of even just a mere ounce of her attention.. Aegon truly deserved her: he had been convinced he would be the only rightful man to spoil her with joy, the only man to please her and sate her every need and desire. Only the best treatment for his special, dream girl, and he was certain to uphold that by any means possible...

"Invite her, Aemond... I know she's your closest rival in Anatomy. Invite her and just make sure she attends the party-" "And what would I get in return, exactly? You do realise she's an utter loner? The odds of her even showing up are slim to-" "You either make sure she does, and I won't have to fucking tell everyone about how you really lost that fucking eye, hmm? You know the sore, pathetic way you lost that eye. Lose all your credit with the ladies, you might just end up the freak of the year."

There she stood, her curves wrapped tightly in a red, velvet fabric, a long-sleeve modest dress. Although her body was frigid, her doe eyes intensely scanning the neon lit, dim room, small hands fidgeting in her lap with not a drink in sight, she was here. Anxious, it made his heart flutter with some warming amusement, a low chuckle escaping him lips, as he skulled a mouthful of the cheap, bitter beer to muffle his spontaneous laugh. Although Lannister had been incessantly yapping away by his, gripping, pulling and leaning towards Aegon's heavier mass, as he defeatedly tried to speak against the overpowering music. Aegon's concentration was fixated elsewhere...

"Excuse me-" Aegon lowly interrupted Jason, before brushing his lanky arm off his broad shoulder: Jason momentarily caught off guard as he witnessed Aegon walking ahead, only spared a few seconds before continuing on his ramble with the group before him.

"That doesn't seem right for a pretty girl to be sitting all alone, by herself at a party-"

His tone deep, yet a chord above a whisper, substantial for you to make sense of his moving mouth. Aegon had never spoken, let alone uttered a word to you before… The sudden change in his behaviour, felt a wave of unease across your body, as your empty stomach churned nauseously. Not that you were the type to catch his eye, nor the type of “partner” he often pursued the needy company of. And yet, here he stood in all his glory before you: his height towered your own menacingly, and his build was much larger, a wider frame than most of the boys across the campus. Mayhaps, he was an ex jock, you couldn’t truly say.

Despite Aegon being widely known around campus, as a vivid party goer, you scarcely knew about him personally, other than whispering, corridor rumours.

You knew more about the ventures and intricate details of his cock, than his interests and hobbies, as most of the female body would often gossip about their run ins with him. Not that you were unimpressed or disgusted… It was all quite, invigorating.

“Earth to Y/N!-” A more grander octave than before, his roar managed to snap you back to reality, drawing your attention solely unto him, as he intently ogled at you, eyeing you from head to toe, with a friendly smile across his face… And yet, the smile made no difference to your unsettled mind.

“You alright? You seem a little… Tense?”

“I-uh- I’m just n-not used to parties, y'know?… A-And I’m certainly not u-used to you s-speaking to me.”

The shy stutter in her voice was enough to make Aegon's heart skip a beat. Adorable, he thought.

"Is that so? Have we really never spoken before?" He lightly chuckled, taking another tasteful swallow of his beverage.

"Not that I can recall... Do you even know my name, Aegon?"

A swirl of his immediate emotions from the pit of his stomach felt conflicting: on one hand it stung that she thought him ignorant and ill-mannered enough to not know her name... And yet, the pleasant sound of his name, uttered from her lips, was plenty to make his cock twitch with sheer excitement.

"Of course I do, Y/N. You don't think I would know the name of the prettiest girl in class?"

The heat of your cheeks was enough for you to know they were reddened by his words. The friendly smile strewed across Aegon's handsome face, stirred about an elating sensation, and yet your self-doubt trampled the feeling.

Was he doing this all as part of some ill-twisted joke? A dare invoked by his fellow frat-boys, in repayment for some meaningless reward? Or was he simply that desperate to get inside your pants, considering he had bedded most of the female body...

"Aegon, stop it. I-I know what you're getting at... Just think outside of yourself, just this once. I'm not up for some stupid game-"

Just as your foot was inclined to take a brave step forward, a large, firm grip around your elbow kept you stationary.

"Hey-Hey, who said this was a game? I-I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, Y/N... I guess I was just... Afraid."

Your plump mouth fallen agape, as your eyes widened in a titillating disbelief. Instead of taking the step forward, you took one back, taking Aegon's fascinating presence in.

"Y-You're afraid of me? The frat-boy of the campus is afraid of m-me?"

It was amusing on your behalf now: witnessing a grown, monumental figure that Aegon was strolling mindlessly around campus, unable to maintain eye contact as his unmoving gaze now fell to his shuffling feet.

"W-Well I just think you're beautiful, and you're incredibly smart. Definitely, too smart for the likes of me. Just don't think I would ever get a chance with you."

Once again, your meek body felt feverish as you were certain the evidence was plastered across your reddened, grinning face.

"You still think you got a chance, big boy?"

How the night had escalated in what felt like a mere span of an hour, you could not gather with certainty... Your mind clouded in clear judgement, slightly faint and tipsy, the earliest memory you could reminisce was a blend of pure laughter, gentle touching with Aegon, as he continued to pour your drinks.

You found yourself, in the intimate, privacy of his slightly unkempt dorm. He had adamantly kicked the previous couple out, as he reassuringly held your hand in his, leading you to follow his steps. Charmingly, you ended up comfortably sat atop Aegon's thick, sprawled lap.

"Fuck, you're beautiful-"

Aegon's rough hand reached towards your neck, gently stroking aside your loose strands, his handsome face leaning towards you until his plump lips softly fell onto your tender skin.

"Easy, Aeg-"

Immediately, Aegon pulled himself away, meeting your gaze with a furrowed brow.

"What's wrong, Princess?"

"I-I've just had a few to drink, and don't think this is the right thing to be doing... I-I've never really done this before, either," You reluctantly whisper, your fidgeting hands stopped, as Aegon's fingers entwined with yours, caressing your soft skin.

"As in you've never hooked up with anyone?"

"As in I-I'm-ugh-I'm-"

"It's okay, Y/N. Whatever you say, baby, stays with me."

Your busty chest [thanks to the supportive push-up bra], heaved with a final, deep breath, buying the time to build your final push of courage.

"I'm a virgin, Aeg... I-I've never done this before," Shyly you admit, as you place a loose strand behind your ear, still avoiding any ounce of eye contact with Aegon's piercing gaze: his lilac orbs did wonders.

"Y/N, princess... You have no reason to be ashamed, sweetheart. I find that quite attractive actually. I won't push it, if you don't want to, I can wait-"

"R-Really? You wouldn't think of me outdated?"

The handsome grin that made you somewhat uneasy upon your first encounter, now felt comforting. His plump lips that looked desirable, now you could taste against your own, as Aegon found his way, pummelling down against your lip-gloss stained mouth into a passionate kiss.

"How could I ever? You are the most previous thing I've ever held in these arms... How could I rush to perfection?"

In the weeks to progress, you often would pinch yourself, inflicting some pain to make certain this was your reality.

Aegon made every humane effort to ensure you knew how infatuated he was with you, how dear you were to him, and how raw his love was towards you.

He never manipulated nor pressured you into sex: taking it slow and steady, easing you into a few heated make-out sessions, although seizing his lust before things escalated.

He admired just how untainted you were, almost saint-like: adding more remarkable value to your rarity. The idea that he would be responsible for taking your virginity, that he would be the one to pop your sweet, sweet cherry, made the suspense of it all, palpable. He could just inhale the sexual tension oozing from your natural scent.

Much to his anticipation, you were ready.

Aegon patiently eased you in, his grasp and motions tender and light, he was intent on not using his own strength to overpower you so carelessly. His worrisome state had him abruptly and persistently asking if you were okay, before caving into his insatiable lust once more.

It was evident, Aegon knew his way around a woman's body: the effortless sway in how he handled your body, guiding it in certain positions before he found the right one. How his large, pudgy hands found their way kneading and squeezing at your sensitive breasts, earning a helpless moan from your behalf. Even flicking at your bare nipple with his teasing thumb, eliciting sensual whimpers, as you tried desperately to muffle your moans, harshly biting at your lip.

Thoughtless, completely succumbed to Aegon's advances, you felt his thick digits grazing over your slick folds.

"Already so wet, baby? Is my pretty girl ready for me, huh? Are you eager for my cock to sate her needs? Is she ready to be a woman?"

"Mhmm, y-yes, Aeg-"

"No, no, Princess. Now that's not what you call me, hmm."

Incoherent and numb to your own thoughts. You had never felt this oblivious, senseless to your own body, weak at Aegon's mercy.

"B-Big boy, m-my big boy."

The echo of his deep, growling chuckle timely reached your ears, making you eager for more.

"That's my good, good girl. Now show me just how perfect you are."

Where his fingers had once teased at your wet entrance, gently pumping in and out of your tight walls, Aegon's pulsating, reddened tip now grazed in its place instead. For a fleeting instance, you caught a quick glimpse of his cock: its naked sight, although overwhelming, was intriguing. You had seen many in textbooks before, or on porn-sites that you had cheekily ventured to. Yet none looked as grand nor as menacing as Aegon's: a moist, reddened tip, dark veins detailed along his length, you could just sense the throbbing ache of it. The length average, his girth was substantially exceptional: there was no doubt it would hurt, regardless.

The slow, steady ease into your folds, having to add some extra push to his shove, vigorously bucking his wide hips forward: did his cock manage to push through the tense fit.

Painful cries etched from your lips, as your face subtly grimaced in pain, the unfamiliar sensation was both agonising yet exhilarating. The feeling of your tight, velvet folds clenching over Aegon's mass, desperate to bury every inch of him deep inside of you.

"That's it, baby. Y-You're doing such a fucking good job, argh- I can just feel how desperate your pussy is for my cock. Made perfect to fit me."

His deep groans in unison to your breathless moans and pleas of his name, was a symphony to your ears. Sweet, jovial music.

"My perfect princess. H-How did I get so lucky, huh? I don't deserve you and yet, you were made just for me... The girl of my dreams, you are. My dream girl."

The soothing appraisal uttered in between Aegon's moans was beyond satisfying. His rough hands glued to your fleshy ass cheeks covering your surface in its entirety, nudging your sweaty, frail body once more in rhythm to his every harsh thrust: encouraging you to sway backwards and forwards, as his cock stretched you keenly out, swallowing him whole.

"I'm going to take good, real care of my dream girl. My dream girl won't need anyone else, when I'm around, not that anyone else can care for you l-like I can, ugh- That is my promise to you."

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[waitmyturtles]

I haven't written an Old GMMTV Challenge update in SOOOOOO long, and I was just about to write a short screed compelling folks to think about taking up The Miracle of Teddy Bear, which I'm watching now for the project. I've also made some changes to the list, which I'll report below:

1) I paused Miracle for a couple of weeks to catch up on 2022's Triage, the second in a trilogy of shows by the Y novel writer, Sammon (most recently known for 4 Minutes, and better known for premiering with 2019's Manner of Death). I wanted to catch up on Triage before Spare Me Your Mercy airs, the third show in the MoD/Triage series trilogy. (Sammon has been posting on Twitter recently in anticipation for SMYM, thus my urgency in watching Triage.)

I wasn't intending on including Triage on the OGMMTVC syllabus, but I am, not even indulgently, but because I think if someone's going to situate themselves as a student of Thai BL, then this show should be watched as simply a TOTALLY REMARKABLE queer drama that plays not just with some BL tropes, but with a ton of other television tropes as well (as so wonderfully listed by @dragonsareawesome123!) TRIAGE IS SO FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING AWESOME, and I screamed in my liveblogs about it, so fuck yeah, I'm gonna review it soon (after I finish and review Miracle for the sake of chronology).

2) After I get reviews of Miracle and Triage out, I'll finally review GAP, which I watched this summer, and I'm glad I've given myself a lot of breathing room to think about GAP and its longterm impact, because I was gently unhappy with the show as it ended and how its script worked. I know some Idol Factory shows, like The Sign, are known for being bloooated, and I don't think GAP was bloated per se, but it was messy enough for me to think about it more critically than I expected in regards to celebrating Thailand's first GL. (It seems like The Loyal Pin is faring better by way of being a better script? But I haven't conversed with anyone about this yet.)

In any case, this breathing room, along with watching more shows from 2022, allows me to take the full step back I need to to celebrate GAP in its historical glory, notwithstanding the weak script, so that I'll do after I write up on Miracle and Triage.

(By the way. 2022 was a HELL OF A YEAR for Thai BLs. Bad Buddy ends, we got KinnPorsche, Triage, The Miracle of Teddy Bear as Thailand's first queer primetime drama, Secret Crush On You, The Eclipse, Moonlight Chicken is filmed but not aired, My School President premieres. 2023 and 2024 can only weep in jealousy, unfortunately.)

3) Finally, the real reason why I was going to put pen to paper today is that I am not done with The Miracle of Teddy Bear, and it's truly a HEFTY COMMITMENT to watch it, 16 hour-and-a-half-long episodes (meaning, 32 normal episodes) (New Siwaj drools in envy) but part of my thinking, as I start episode 12 tonight, is that I might need to compel my fellow Bad Buddy girlies to give Miracle a try.

If Bad Buddy was remarkable for existing in the no-homophobia-bubble, and using family rivalry and intergenerational trauma as sophisticated stand-ins for homophobia --

Miracle follows in BBS's footsteps as

1) not at all a BL, but a queer drama, Thailand's first major primetime queer drama,

2) a show that absolutely grabs all kinds of homophobia -- internal, external, social, familial homophobia -- by the neck, and reckons and analyzes each kind of homophobia through brilliant writing and character development,

3) a show that STILL, like BBS, grapples with intergenerational trauma, the trauma of adults coming from broken families and committing future harm on their children; as well as reckoning with the impacts of misogyny; as well as reckoning with the impacts of individuals standing up AGAINST social biases, including social homophobia, corporate demands against the environment, interactions with the police, so so much, and

4) a show that STILL commits to realistic development of romantic bonds among multiple couples, using flashbacks intelligently and sensibly, and leveraging romance often to sensibly lighten heavy moments.

I'll let y'all know how I fare as I get to the show's end, but let me just say at this point in time, before I dive into the show's last five episodes, that at least contemplating a watch of Miracle will be utterly satisfying for folks looking for incredible watches as we plod through a few mediocre shows at the present moment. I didn't think it would happen in the course of this syllabus, but I think Miracle is going into my top three of all Thai queer dramas I've ever watched, with Bad Buddy and He's Coming To Me at the top of that list.

[nolita-fairytale]

Top Gun: Maverick????? So if I say…Javy “Coyote” Machado…dom…and I’ll let you pick the rest. Go wild even

"Yes Sir" -- Dom!Javy "Coyote" Machado Headcanons:

a/n: slowly making my way through the rest of my requests, cuties!! this headcanon is nsfw and is 18+ so minors, do the thing and keep scrolling, bbs. second, @creativitybeware i decided to do this as a headcanon set after the events of top gun.

dom!coyote thots:

as a fellow aviator, you meet javy in corpus christi, swearing to yourself that you will NOT be falling for his southern charm and perfect smile.

the fact that he is best friends with hangman is red flag number one... so you swear to yourself that you won't become another plaything of the dynamic fuckboi duo that is the javy and jake show.

but boy are you wrong about javy, something you learn when you get called back to top gun for a top secret mission, a pilot program you discover is in its third iteration.

this third dagger mission is when you learn that javy machado, when jake seresin isn't glued to his side, is a perfect southern gentleman. he says please and thank you, his hero is his mom, and he always show respect with a 'yes ma'am' and 'yes sir' that comes from growing up a machado AND being a military man.

after playing wingman all night long, you're not shocked when hangman leaves the bar with phoenix, the sexual tension thick between the two of them. it gives javy the opportunity to swoop in and talk to you. maybe it's the tequila sodas, and it's definitely the cocky grin on his face when he asks you if you wanna get out of here that convince you to take him back to the barracks, but tonight, you find out the javy is also a perfect gentleman in the bedroom too.

while the teasing is all just a fun game of cat and mouse, javy's number one priority is your pleasure.

as someone who has to make quick decisions and think on your feet, the bedroom is the last place that you want to be in control and you have no reservation in asking for exactly what you want.

"so good for me. you wanna be my good girl?" he grunts, as he thrusts in and out of you.

"no. don't wanna be good. and i don't want you to be gentle, coyote," you manage to get out?

"you wanna be a brat, baby? you could've just said so. should've known you liked it rough."

night after night, for the rest of leave, javy has under him, on top of him, in front of him, straddling his face as you cry out his name. dom!javy absolutely loves to tie you up and edge you till you're begging for him to let you come.

hear me out, but dom!javy also loves to spank you, especially when he's hittin' it from behind. especially when you're being a brat. especially when it's followed up with him pulling your hair, wrapping a hand around your throat to give enough pressure that it feels near euphoric.

also hi i know it's cliche and i'm not sorry. rank. kink. "lieutenant." hell, you even call him lieutenant commander just to rile him up, even though that promotion his a ways off.

"fuck, baby. i love it when you call me that. say it again." "please lieutenant commander." and if you're feeling really sweet, "captain."

yeah, javy likes to roleplay too.

but aside from the rough sex and javy absolutely being an absolute dog in the sheets... his aftercare game is top notch, always ready to clean you up, or a draw up a bath.

"javy, baby, will you please run a bath for us?" "yes, ma'am."

[bonefall]

Do you have any plans for BB!Nightcloud's relationships beyond Crowfeather? Her divorcing him and marrying Leafpool isn't... feasible, unfortunately, but it would be the funniest possible thing she could do. Are there any WindClan cats she could wife/husband/spouse up while giving Crow the well-deserved finger?

I want her to have some friends, but the cornerstone of her character is that unfortunately she is quite lonely.

She doesn't want to be like Hillrunner. Hillrunner taught her about fear, she taught her to always have a backup plan, she taught her to watch her tone, her actions, the amount of space she was occupying at any moment. She taught her not to trust.

She doesn't want to be like Hillrunner. She lost a mother she doesn't remember to Crookedstar and Nightstar. She lost her Mi to TigerClan. She lost her sister to BloodClan. She lost her rebellion leader to StarClan's fury.

She doesn't want to be like Hillrunner. How do you not be like Hillrunner? What does it look like to be unlike her?

Keeping friends is difficult. It feels like everyone is just tolerating her. Nightcloud doesn't know the right things to say, or if they even like her or if they're just pretending. Crowfeather makes this worse; try to be genuine with him and he'll turn that against you. Argue too much and he'll accuse her of not listening. You can't play fair with unfair people.

Breezekit makes sense. This is the first time anything has felt easy since Tawnyfur died.

So I don't know if romance is really in the cards for her. She would like it, wants it, but Crowfeather has soured it badly. What she really needs is some friends.

I have a few interesting ones in mind;

Whitewater of ShadowClan: she is the secret parent of Harespring and Kestrelflight with Mudclaw, I think it's interesting if her and Night were close-ish as rebels, but now, looking at each other... brings up complicated feelings. Maybe Nightcloud can request to mentor Harepaw.

Addersong: A kit that Tallstar saved while he was a warrior, grew up into a happy and joyful adult. He was Nightcloud's mentor, but joins the Elder's den sometime after arriving at the Lake. I feel like he should always be someone Night can turn to.

Willowclaw: Background warrior who's getting a boost because WindClan needs more going on. Fellow fantastic warrior who likes to spar with her. Maybe when Nightcloud is out of the relationship with Crowfeather she starts actively trying to hang out with Willow, who's kind of secretive.

(Note: Leafpool x Nightcloud is one of my very harmless squicks. I mean no judgement to others, I know it's popular with other Nightcloud fans, but I strongly dislike it so it's never going to be considered in any way for BB.)

[thisismeracing]

oooh lewis + holiday + angst(?) 👀

congratulations on 1k bb! i love your writing btw from fellow brasileira

Holiday | LH44

⸺ the one where you are ready to settle down and go back to your home country, but Lewis is not. ✓ mentions of breakup and feeling homesick.

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When Yn left to pursue her dream she had barely reached the age of twenty-one. The world was fairly new to her and there were so many things to experience and discover.

Ten years later she felt like she had seen a bit of everything. She was aware that there were infinite possibilities of things to see around, but at that point, she wanted to settle for a bit. She was tired of traveling non-stop and all the different languages she had to use. She missed feeling when speaking, and how one word would bring a thousand memories, because speaking in English, German, or Spanish, would be it: just speaking. But speaking in Portuguese would always be communicating exactly everything she felt and wanted others to feel. Speaking in Portuguese was using the word "Saudade" and remembering how it felt to whisper that to her grandmother every weekend as if they were apart for years when in reality they hadn't seen each other for only five days. Speaking in Portuguese was asking for "Cafuné" and getting her hair messed by her mom, who would look down at her lying on the sofa, and caress her shoulders, somehow getting a bit of the weight for her too. Sharing the pain of missing someone they used to see every weekend. Speaking in Portuguese, more than just speaking was going back to the past in a homesick way that would make you feel warm and cared for. It was feeling whole, and right now, Yn felt in pieces.

"What's up, honey?" Lewis asked, sitting beside Yn and handing her a hot cocoa mug.

She grabbed the mug using both hands and shook her head staring at the foam, but they had been together for over three years and Lewis knew exactly when she was lying or dodging a conversation, so he made himself comfortable on the couch and brought Yn closer, kissing the top of her head. The warmth of his body and clothes made her tears finally spill.

"I'm cold," she choked, and he furrowed his brows. "I'm cold and I'm never this cold when I spend Christmas in Brazil. And it's playing Michael Bubblé, but my grandma would always listen to Roberto Carlos," the tears were freely drifting down her face, smudging her makeup and blurring her vision.

"We can spend Christmas there next year, babe, it's n-"

"I wanna spend every day there, Lewis!" She got up, dropping the small blanket that was on top of her legs. She cried harder looking around the empty house. His family would show up any minute, and some friends would probably do too, but her mom and her dad wouldn't. Her childhood friends wouldn't. Nothing that reminded her of home would. "I'm tired of flying nonstop, working from my computer, and having all my coworkers be online colleagues. I'm tired of the taste of the food everywhere we go because none of them tastes like the food my dad would do... I think I saw enough of the world, I wanna settle down, and...I wanna the safety of home." She blurted out.

Lewis listened to everything from his spot and he almost heard his own heartbreaking when she spoke about home as if her hometown was her home and not him. Because to him, she was her home.

“But- I’m not even close to retiring, I still have so much in me,” he mumbled, eyes cast down. He knew they could make it work with her living in a different country, but it would be exhausting. It wouldn't be giving their love the chance it deserved, but rather turning it into heartbreak.

“I know,” she nodded, feeling her heart clench even more. When their eyes met they knew exactly what it meant. They silently agreed to step back.

For Yn, speaking about “Christmas” would never be like whispering "feliz natal" while Roberto Carlos played in the background of the house. And now, for Lewis, speaking about Christmas would always be remembering how heartbreak felt like after you thought you found home.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: That was a bit self-indulged, I have to confess. But aaa Im happy you’re liking it in here *mwah* I hope this brazilian!reader angsty reached to your expectations.

I hope y’all like it too!! Don’t forget to reblog and leave me a comment 💗

[wonderer399]

Antis are now playing their dirty pathetic game again...Their plan was to mass report shipper accounts while people are in their summer break! They mass reported our top 2 sebaciel shipper accounts!! Therefore these 2 Sebaciel shipper accounts are now permanently banned or deactivated !! They even flagged my recent sebaciel post out of pure hateful spite!!

I have been watching BB since 2012 ( I was like 14 at that time, almost same as Ciel's age and height ) and shipping Sebaciel as I have fallen in love with their love for each other...Sebastian is just soo perfect anime man in my eyes...I will defend Sebastian no matter what ... Sebastian is the best for Ciel's wellbeing....BB is my comfort anime which I truly adore and Sebaciel is the main purpose why BB have become such comfort anime of mine...mainly because of their complex dynamic of sebaciel!! Sebaciel is my happiness!! I never stopped shipping them...I like other yaoi ships as well but sebaciel is my comfort ship above all!

Antis live in the similar motto of 'Playing violent videogames like COD makes you a real life mass shooter'....if that's true then Japan and South Korea would beat the US charts in the mass shooting satistics....it is as same as 'Proshippers are pedophiles' stupid statement... Am I a pedophile then? I personally stay miles away from kids as I find them annoying...when will they learn that Fiction =/= Reality ?!?!

Antis call us 'Proshitters' ...we proshippers don't care what you call us ....If you don't like it, then you shouldn't engage with it . But don't ruin other people's happiness just because of your own personal morals, opinion and personal values. Everyone has their own personal freedom and rights , falsely accusing of someone then reporting to tumblr A.I. police LMAO!!

From the deepest respect of deactivated fellow Sebaciel shippers :

#1 @Lunerium

#2 @Cielconsumer

Fellow remaining loyal sebaciel proshippers, Please find a tumblr loop hole where you can restore these account or any actions against cyber bully? please let me know...

We need to Avenge Lunerium and Cielconsumer ....We need to stop this mess!! If this keeps happening someday I will get vanished too...Antis will start filliping tables when will they see canon sebaciel in green witch arc! We need to stick up for each other!

Thank you for listening to my ted talk !