#I don’t like this series but I like this series… Yanno?

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Justice … Aoi being “allowed”(??tf?)to wear whatever Aoi wants. Aoi-chan festival!! Deserved!

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jake sully being a dadcore

[tteokdoroki]

✩࿐TRACK 02: ONOFFONOFF. eijirou kirishima (2K)

about. by day, kirishima fights crime to keep everyone he loves safe. by night, you’re fighting to keep your relationship alive, even while everything else is crumbling to pieces.

warnings. minors, ageless and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, angst, hurt-comfort, hopeful/open ending, toxic relationships, dry humping, civillain + fem!reader, pro hero!kirishima.

things to note. happy saturday homies, i hope you enjoy this second instalment !! i adore writing angst pieces so it was nice to go back to that, enjoy mwah ! <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / playlist ✩

how could anyone ever hate eijirou kirishima. 

by day, he’s everybody’s favourite pro hero. though number five on the ranks, red riot has a comforting charm that dazzles the public. fear dissipates almost instantly whenever he was on the scene, as if there was never anything to be afraid of in the first place. he is calm while he works, caring. holding crying babies to his plush chest as he breaks through burning buildings, pulling dazed strangers out of the way of speeding cars, taking out criminals with brute force and bright banter. 

he’s wonderful with kids as well, which by extension, makes kirishima popular with the parents — often using their starry eyed little ones for a chance to get close to the bulky hero. of course, your boyfriend doesn’t realise. he doesn’t take note of the lingering touches during touching family photos with him, numbers slipped into his hero costume or how people lean against kirishima desperate for a messy signature to be scrawled across inappropriate parts of their bodies. 

eijirou is too nice to say no, to set boundaries. he’s warm and friendly — the perfect aura of sunshine. in some ways, you can understand the way the world almost revolves around him. why all the people and their planets make him the centre of the universe. after all, it’s part of the reason you ended up dating him. 

but the press adore him too, they really do. their beloved red riot is always willing to stop for interviews even when he’s busted and beaten, they love the way he leans down (all 6’5 of him) to hear the reporters better. they eat up the way he blushes and bumbles humbly whenever he’s asked about the status of his relationship. to which he answers “i wouldn’t say there’s anyone in particular that’s in the picture right now…” while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, accidentally showing off his bulging muscles and firm chest. 

how could you ever hate eijirou kirishima. 

by night, he’s supposed to be yours and only yours. but you can smell floral perfumes on his collarbones from fans that get too close and you can feel the distance grow between you like an invisible barrier.

you hate that kirishima lies about your relationship to the public just as a ‘precaution’ when it’s clearly a ploy from eijirou’s marketing team to keep him the lovable, single, himbo hero. you hate that it makes you want to push him away. 

it’s not just you and him in this partnership. it’s you, eijirou and the whole world that eagerly watches his every move — and it’s starting to make you feel like a third wheel, like less of a priority, like more of an accessory.

you don’t know when loving eijirou kirishima becomes difficult and starts to feel like a chore — in your mind, you’re under appreciated. he comes home from work, sleeps, and leaves before the sun rises without giving you an ounce of attention (aside from the money dropped into your bank account as an apology). the dates that you plan become less frequent too, or when they do happen, kirishima leaves halfway through with a lopsided sorrowful grin. 

“the world isn’t gonna save itself, yanno. someone’s got to be on the scene.”

you fill the void in your heart with your work, spending time with friends who don’t offer the same comfort as your long-term partner and lazing about the house. but being alone gives you the space to begin resenting kirishima, giving into the toxic comparisons of your relationship against that of others — todoroki and his girlfriend are getting married soon, why aren’t you and eiji?

it’s not like you haven’t brought this up before, over quiet dinners interjected with snide remarks — it only ever leads to screaming matches that end with your throat raw and kirishima slamming doors so loud that the house shakes. but brought back together by the toxic cycle of love, you end up back in his bed and he ends up back inside you — taking root in your ribcage right where your heart lies, the thorns on his roses piercing the beating muscle. 

you cough up perfumed petals like you would blood, kirishima leaving fatal wounds on the inside  of your chest cavity. 

it doesn’t stop the way you so brokenly make love, tearing one another apart and piecing you back together like patchwork. 

“careful.” your boyfriend mumbles through swollen lips as they press against your own. he lets your tongue slide into his hot mouth, your noses pressed up against each other — breath ragged. 

your hands reach for eijirou’s shirt to tear through it. each of your movements are calculated to replace what traces from others linger on him. you pull, bite and scratch at golden skin that is already littered with scars from his battles. those where he protected the country he loved, the people who loved him. “slowly…” kirishima ushers, you gently, tilting his head back when you tug on the black roots of his hair to gain access to his neck.

“d-darling, what’s the hurry?”

you love him so much that you think you might hate him even more. he’s so perfect, he doesn’t colour outside of the lines, he touches you like you’re a house made of cards even though his fingertips set your entire body on fire.

blood rushes through your ears, carrying a heat that blossoms in your lower tummy and intoxicates kirishima as you kiss him again — teeth sinking into his lower lip until it bleeds. 

“c-can we talk?” kirishima stutters out as your tongue glides under his earlobe next and your hips slot against his perfectly, grinding down into his hardening cock. “w-what’s going on? fuck,” he curses, hips bucking up instinctively. “what’s going on with you?” 

“nothing.” stop talking.

“darlin’, you’re being a little rough…” shut up.

“you usually like that.” you utter breathlessly, switching sides to leave marks on the unmarred portions of his neck. 

this time, however, the red head grips your hips a little tighter — halting your movements and pushing you back so he can get a better look at your face. “baby, let’s just—“ 

“what, kirishima?” finally, you snap — glaring at him long and hard. “what could you possibly have to say now? that you can’t fuck me tonight because you’re too busy working? cause you’re busy thinking of bending over that pretty, ditzy little reporter from work today ‘cause she’s a little more tolerable than me? what is it eijirou?” you punctuate each of his words with a jab to his muscular shoulder, though the man is sturdy enough not to feel it. 

you’ve had this fight before, dozens of times and on more occasions than you can count on both hands. eijirou either tunes out to play innocent or he snaps  back with all teeth bared and fangs on display.

“you’re being unfair.” is all he says, tone dull and lifeless just like it’s been before. it’s like he’s given up on the two of you, not that you’d blame him. there’s no more fight left in the two of you for your love, only fuelled by the anger and resentment  you feel towards  each other. 

“what next? bet you’ll think i’m being unreasonable.” 

“you are being unreasonable.”

“oh i’m sorry, is that a problem for you? am i inconveniencing you, riot?” 

“come on, what’s with the attitude?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima exhales shakily, letting go of your hips to pinch the bridge of his nose. his ruby eyes shoot everywhere but you, he can’t even stand to look at you when arguments like this come up. those eyes of his, they carry too much shake and guilt.  “you always get like this. when i come home and i just want to be close to you and you get all…aggressive.” he spits out harshly, like the words are poison on his tongue, like he can’t stand to see what your love has soured into. “angry like you want to hurt me when i’m trying to love you.”

you scoff, rolling your own jewelled eyes. “love me? don’t make me laugh, eijirou. you don’t know the first thing about loving anyone except for you and your job.” 

“will you at least fucking explain what i did tonight, ‘cause i’d love to know what’s got you so bitter, sweetheart?” hurt echoes in his timbre voice. you wish that you could tell him, but you flounder for words and react with rage instead — how can you tell the man you wanted forever with that you hate the hero he’s become? 

“fuck you, red!” you stand, retaliating instead of communicating your needs properly. “fuck you, mister red ‘righteous’ riot, mister eijirou ‘incapable of doing wrong’ kirishima.” 

kirishima’s face crumples but he follows suit, standing, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “what’s your fucking problem? what did i do?” 

“the blame is never on you, is it?” 

“well i’d like to know why it should be! if you’d just—“

“it’s like you have no sense of accountability—“

“i’m trying—“ 

“—like honestly, fuck you, eijirou.” 

“you’re not letting me talk!” the redhead damn near screams, the base in his voice shaking your house, bouncing off the walls. he sounds drained, pained and no amount of medication can fix it. you’ve blackened his heart with scorch marks and danced amongst the flames and now you’re finally seeing that it’s not just you who this relationship is crushing. 

each word you spit kirishima cuts him into the shape you want him to be, wounding him deeper than any battle scar. 

“and you’re not letting me fucking breathe!” you shout back rather than listening to logic. it’s a low blow, you’re highly aware — a reference back to the early days of your relationship when kirishima overcompensated his absence for affection. he thought you’d worked through it. you liked to throw it back in his face when you were mad. you’re stubborn, you always have been, but for some reason you want to hit kirishima where it hurts. you want to cut him up into the perfect shape, until he feels exactly how you feel. 

when he finally makes a move, you become aware of his sheer size for the first time that night. eijirou would never hurt you, he couldn’t harm a fly even if he wanted to but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared of his presence. kirishima touches every corner of the room, his anger flooding through it and pushing you under so that you’re drowning in your own mistakes and his too. 

“you’re suffocating me too,” he mumbles, voice just above a whisper and you relax into his arms. “i’m trying so hard to be the man that you want me to be. you take so much, you want even more. you want a house and you want kids and i want to give you that too but you make it so hard. when you hurt me like this.” he’s being honest, the truth scratching at his throat as the pro-hero vocalises what you’ve failed to communicate for months. you’ve been selfish and he’s been avoidant, the pair of you only hurting one another, carving cuts so deep the wounds won’t heal and the blood won’t stop pouring unless either of you do something. and fast. 

“where do we go from here?” you don’t even realise that you’re crying until your boyfriend swipes the pad of his thumb underneath your eyes, leaving no time for the salty droplet to hit your skin. 

your teary gaze is tied to his as kirishima’s ruby eyes glisten under the moonlight. “i don’t know.” he hesitates. “i don’t want you to leave me. you need me.”

you whimper and curl up against his chest. “i don’t want that either.” 

kirishima wraps his arms around you like a safety blanket, shielding you from the ugly truth of your own relationship. it’s always on and off with the two of you, but this time you’re determined to make it work — you hope that he is too. 

“we have to work on this, on us.” he says firmly, but he squeezes you close as if you might disappear — holds you as if you’re a flower that might wilt if it’s touched. “none of this on and off, we…we gotta talk to each other from now on. yeah?” 

“yeah,” for the first time in months, you sink into kirishima’s touch — accept his rough edges and hardened shell, and turn your pain into a promise. “we will.” 

a promise to keep dancing together like it’s the first time even when the world around yourself and eijirou kirishima is burning.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[javiscigarette]

Just Focus on My Love

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Frankie just thinks there are better things to do than play a silly video game called Stardew Valley (or a very self-indulgent sweet baby boy Frankie fic)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only!! No use of Y/N smut duh, oral (f receiving), a bit of body/pussy worship, fingering, squirting, spitting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, he adds a finger just for funsies, creampie, cum play, frankie loves to run his mouth when he's horny, also I know this man has killed people but he is just a baby

Word count: 4k

A/N: Inspired by Focus by miss Charli xcx!! Also this is dedicated to all the real gamers out there who play Stardew. May your crops flourish. Also this may secretly be the first part of a lil series I'm cookin up but you didn't hear that from me!

Frankie finds you on the sectional in the basement in full veg mode. You’re sitting in the corner of the couch with your legs stretched out on the cushions in front of you with the lights down low.

You’re playing the same game you’ve been playing for months now, the game Frankie is slowly starting to despise. He had actually been the one to suggest finishing the basement and creating this little sanctuary for you to play video games.

But he didn't think about how if you started spending more time curled up playing your games, that would be less time spent with him.

“Babyyy” Frankie whines from where he’s standing near the foot of the couch, at the end of your outstretched legs. 

“Hi, Francisco” you reply calmly, not taking your eyes off the screen.

Frankie takes that as an invitation. 

You pause the game and giggle as he climbs on the couch before ungraciously collapsing on top of you. He rests his head on your chest that’s covered with one of his t-shirts. 

“Don’t distract me, Frankie” you say firmly between little giggles while he gets comfy. 

“No promises.”

He snakes his arms around you, trapping his forearms between your waist and the couch cushion You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck to hold your control behind his head. You unpause and go back to the game and Frankie gives you almost five whole minute before he sighs again. 

“You’ve been down here for hours, bebita. What even is this game? Skyblue Valley? ” Frankie groans. 

“Stardew Valley. And I told you I’m so close to finishing the community center and I want it done this weekend” 

Frankie grumbles again and turns his head to look at you straight on, his chin resting on your chest, his face inches away from your’s. 

“But I’m bored and we should be spending time together. Strengthening our bond, yanno” 

You snort at that. 

“Strength of our bond?” 

“Yeah! Quality time! One of the love languages.” 

“Frankie, baby, we spent the whole day together. And as soon as I’m done with this we’ll spend the rest of the night together”

“C’mon, cariño.” Frankie whines.

He shifts around again until suddenly there’s some pressing hard against the front of your hip. It’s not surprising - Frankie can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s needy too, requiring almost the same amount of your attention that a 3-month old puppy would.

“Not gonna work, Francisco. You’ve gotta try harder than that” you say plainly, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. 

You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. 

Frankie immediately sees the challenge and lunges at it like a rabid dog. He narrows his eyes at you, his lips curling up in a mischievous smirk. 

“Frankie…” you try to warn him, already seeing exactly where this is going.

“Just keep playing your game, hermosa” Frankie says calmly, turning his head to rest his cheek on your chest again. 

He moves to unpin his arm from underneath you and starts to fiddle with the hem of your (his) shirt. The cotton is soft and worn, just like all the other shirts and sweaters that you’ve stolen from him.

He never complains, not even when half of his clothes end up on your side of the closet. He loves seeing you in them, seeing how they fit on your body, how they smell like you at the end of the day. He can never get enough. 

He slips his fingers under the hem and traces the pads of his fingers over the smooth skin of your stomach and your hips. It’s mindless, the way his hands roam your body, tracing paths that he’s traced millions of times before. 

He gets lost in it for a few minutes. He shuts his eyes and lets his hand drift all over you like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel under his fingers and his palms. It’s soothing for him too. Grounds him and reminds him that you’re real and you’re here. 

His palm is hot on your skin, leaving a burning trail as it roams your body, sliding over every square inch of skin that he can reach. It’s a simple and fairly innocent gesture, but you already feel something swirling in your tummy. 

Eventually Frankie remembers his mission and gets back to work. 

He slowly slides his palm from your rib cage down the front of you until just his fingertips dip under the elastic waistband of your sweatpants. He doesn’t stay there for long before sliding his hand back up to where he started at your rib cage. He repeats the process a few times, his fingers sliding further and further under your waistband. 

He looks up at you but you’re still unbothered, completely focused on your game. Internally, it's a completely different story. You’ve been wet since the moment he laid down and you can feel the damp cotton of your panties sticking to your core. He always gets you going like that. But you genuinely did want to finish this. And more importantly, you wanted to see what Frankie has up his sleeve. 

He pushes himself up until he’s sitting between your legs with enough room to slide your pants off, pulling your underwear down too in the same motion. Frankie parts your knees, slowly spreading you open and revealing your wet seam. His cock lurches almost painfully and he whispers “Jesus christ” to himself at the sight of your pussy already swollen and glistening without him even properly touching you. 

He settles between your legs once again, laying on his abdomen with your dripping cunt inches from his face. 

He takes his sweet time though and scatters sweet kisses on your inner thighs. He can’t help but stop every so often to nibble and suck at the smooth skin, leaving fresh red marks among the fading ones that he gave you yesterday and the day before and the day before that. 

He feels your muscles twitch under his lip and he glances up at you, but you’re still focused on your game. Damned and determined, he slowly kisses his way up your thigh and stops when his face is inches away from your burning core. 

With no further preamble, and because he can’t wait any longer, he dives right in. 

And he’s fucking ravenous with it. 

He flattens his tongue and groans into you as soon as the taste of you touches his tongue. He licks you from your leaking hole up to your clit before taking the swollen nub between his lips. He takes his time, sucking on your clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue before letting go and licking back down to your hole where he dips his tongue inside, his head going dizzy when he feels you clench around his tongue. And the sound of it is crude, the sucking and slurping and his ragged gasps for air as he dinks you down and feasts on you. 

He’s greedy too. He spreads your lips open with his thumb and forefinger, holding you open so he can plunge his tongue inside of you as far as he possibly can with his nose bumping against your clit and he groans deeply into you again when he feels you clench around his tongue. 

Your eyelids flutter and your eyebrows draw together while your eyes roll back a bit. With a quick sideways glance, you see him with his eyes closed as he loses himself in you. Every bone in your body wants to sing but you bite back your moans, determined not to give in so easily.

Frankie takes his mouth off of you with a wet pop. He’s breathing heavily, delightfully out of breath. You haven’t paused your game yet, but your hands are motionless on the controller. Your chest is heaving with quick breaths and your bottom lip is red and puffy from you gnawing at it while you try to bite back your moans. 

He’s almost there. 

Frankie knows what makes you tick. He has spent hours and hours between your legs mapping out every inch of you and carefully studying your reaction to his every touch until he memorized every single little thing that made you shake and squirm and scream. 

So that’s why he uses both thumbs to spread you open before spitting onto your already dripping seam and listens happily to the groan he knew you would let out. He doesn't even bother looking up at you when you make a noise. He’s too enamored with watching the way his spit glides down your cunt before settling around your pulsating hole. With his mouth watering, he latches back onto you. 

And he’s messy with it. He buries his face in your pussy, overindulging in the way your slick leaks out onto his tongue and drips down his chin, moving his face side to side and smearing it all over his beard and your inner thighs until you’re both a mess.   

You’re quickly losing this battle and like clockwork, your thighs start to tremble just slightly. 

He’s got you right where he wants you.

He unwraps an arm from where it’s locked around your thigh and brings his hand up between your legs. With no warning, he sinks two thick fingers inside of you. He moans loudly against you when you gasp, your back reflexively arching and your hips grinding up against his face. 

Finally, you surrender and toss your controller to the side and grip onto Frankie’s fluffy curls instead. 

You moan his name, the sweetest sound on Earth Frankie thinks, as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his face impossibly closer into you and hold him in place there. Frankie doesn't miss a beat and sucks your clit in between his lips as he steady pumps his fingers in and out of you. He hums in delight, tingles running from his scalp down his spine and to his toes as you start to rock your hips against his face. The vibrations of his sounds against your core cause hot flames to start licking at the base of your spine. 

Despite your fingers tugging harshly in his hair, he pulls back from you just enough to mumble “Ride it, cariño. Ride my fuckin’ face,” his voice raspy and breathless before latching back onto your aching core. 

You listen to him because why the fuck would you not. You tighten your grip in his hair, and his jaw goes slack as you start to rock your hips up off the couch and back down again, sliding your dripping cunt up and down his awaiting tongue. 

Frankie could die happy right now. He moans when your thighs squeeze either side of his head while your hand on the back of his head keeps his face pressed into you so firmly he can't get a good breath. But he’d rather pass out than move an inch away from you right now. And the sounds he’s making are obscene, his muffled grunts and groans and whimpers going straight to your lower abdomen where the pressure of your impending orgasm is quickly multiplying. 

Everything feels so perfect, his fingers rhythmically sliding in and out of your pulsating hole, expertly stretching you out and filling you up as you hold onto his hair for dear life and ride his tongue, letting his scruffy beard scrape deliciously against your inner thighs. 

Frankie knows you’re close, he can hear the way your moans are quickly growing more and more desperate and can feel you clamping down around his fingers.  It’s time for his final move.

He pushes his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get and instead of pulling them out again, he keeps them in place and curls them upward. The sound you make is angelic and Frankie’s cock twitches hard from where it’s pinned against the couch cushion. He hasn’t paid a single ounce of attention to his throbbing length. And he doesn’t want to. He wants to, needs to devote himself entirely to your pleasure, so fucking desperate to feel you come underdone under his tongue. 

He breathes heavily through his nose as your hips start building up speed as you grind against his mouth. He keeps working his tongue while repeatedly pressing the tips of his fingers into your g-spot until there’s no more air in your lungs and your head is fucking spinning.  

It starts in your hips, the way your pace falters lets Frankie know what’s about to happen. He doubles down on his efforts and his eyes roll back when your thighs start shaking violently on either side of his head. 

“Frankieee” you whine, your nails starting to scrape against his scalp. He gives you a low and throaty growl a nonverbal way of saying “I’ve got you, let go for me. Give it to me, please baby” 

And you do. 

Your orgasm crashes down on you, knocking all the air out of your lungs as every muscle tenses in your body. Frankie doesn’t stop, not for one second, even when you start to gush around his fingers. The groan he lets out is animalistic, as you squirt against his face, your juices pouring down his hands and dripping down his face and chin onto the couch below him. 

You buck your hips and squirm underneath him as your pussy clenches with each wave of pleasure but he keeps his mouth glued to you, drinking you down. He can’t get enough. He keeps lapping at you, trying not to waste a single drop but it’s impossible with how hard you came. 

He keeps going as you ride it out, just basking in the noises you’re making and the feeling of your fingers tugging sharply at his hair, never wanting this to end. 

But your intense pleasure is fading away and sensitivity is starting to quickly replace it. You let him have his fill for a few more seconds as he desperately laps up everything you gave him. But it quickly becomes too much and you start to push him away. With a pitiful whine, he pulls back reluctantly and rests his head on your thigh. 

But you’re an absolute sight to behold in front of him. Your inner thighs and your puffy cunt are drenched, so messy and wet with a small wet spotunder the couch from your juices that Frankie couldn't lick up. Your inner thighs are rubbed red from his beard and there are crescent marks on the top of your thigh where Frankie was gripping you. 

“You’re so fucking sexy” Frankie whispers, watching your cunt clench weakly around his fingers as he slowly slides them out of you, moaning quietly as a small amount of liquid dribbles out of you and onto the couch. 

He tries to give you a break so you can catch your breath. But you’re just as impatient as he is. So you card your fingers through his hair before tugging slightly, a small mewl slipping past your lips. 

Frankie looks up to meet your gaze and raises an eyebrow when he sees the desperation still clouding your eyes. You just look back at him and whine pathetically but he knows exactly what you want. 

He doesn't tease you, doesn’t even mention the fact that your game is unpaused on the TV. Because he’s fucking needy too. And there’s a wet spot on the front of his briefs from where he was leaking precum while he was grinding mindlessly against the couch as he ate you out to prove it. 

And now, with you looking like this, he needs you bad. 

Without saying anything and keeping his eyes fixed on you, Frankie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he just finished eating a fucking 5 course meal and stands up from the couch to quickly shed off all his clothes. But he moves too fast though and hits his shin on the coffee table. You hiss and grimace at the sight but he barely reacts to the pain before kneeling back down on the couch between your legs again. 

Your mouth waters when you see his cock, impossibly hard and angry red, the tip wet and shiny with precum as it bobs between his legs, thick and heavy. 

“Gonna let me have you, cariño?” Frankie asks through a gravelly grumble before spitting in his hand and coating his cock in it as if you needed any more lubrication. It can’t hurt though, Frankie is thick and no matter how wet you are or how many times you take him, he stretches you out with a delicious burn. Every. Single. Time. 

“Yes Frankie, I’m please I need it, fuck” you whine. 

Frankie shushes you and lines himself up at your entrance, his fat tip pressing against your aching hole. You try to roll your hips up but he brings his free hand down to your hip, effectively pinning you in place with one broad palm. 

“Just take it, baby,” Frankie whispers. “Let me give it to you.” 

With a heavy sigh, Frankie pushes into you. He tries to go slowly, but you’re so wet that he sinks in with ease and it doesn’t help that your greedy cunt is practically sucking him in. He bottoms out with a broken moan and brings his other hand to grip your hip. 

You’re a mess underneath him, keening and moaning freely as your walls clench wildly around him. You know he’s not going to last long and being so close to the tailend of your last orgasm, there’s not much hope for you either. 

But Frankie is going to take as much as he possibly can from you. 

He gives you a few moments to adjust to his size and the feeling of being stuffed full of him. The stretch burns pleasantly as your walls flutter around him. 

“F-Frankie, fuck you feel so good s-so fucking deep, baby” you babble in between moans and gasps for air. 

He tightens his grip on your hips as he pulls out halfway and drives back into you. His cock throbs inside of you at the sound of your moan. 

“I know, baby.” Frankie sighs. “But you take it so well. Always take it so well. Letting me stretch your perfect little pussy out, huh? Such a good girl making room inside in that sweet cunt for my thick fuckin cock, letting me fill you up. Your fucking perfect, cariño. So fucking good, I’m so lucky”  

Sweet, sweet Frankie. The human embodiment of a basket of puppies that runs his mouth and fills your head with filthy words behind closed doors.

Frankie knows he should give you more time to adjust to his size, but he can’t help himself. He starts to build up a steady pace, not wanting to waste a single second of being inside you, grunting at every beautiful sound you make. 

You just lay there and take it, moaning at the feeling of him splitting you in half as he pounds into you, desperately chasing after his own orgasm. 

He slides his hands down from your hips to your inner thighs before prying them apart and pinning your legs to the couch, leaving your pussy on full display for him. He lets out a strained moan when he sees the way your lips are gripping him as he pulls out and sucking back in as he slams back into you. 

“M’not gonna last long, baby” Frankie pants with his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected. You’re already hurtling towards your second orgasm but you manage to fight the overwhelming pleasure that’s rooting itself in your bones again to open your eyes and look up at him. You’re presented with the most gorgeous sight of Frankie fucking  you with no regard. His curls are flopping down in front of his eyes as he stares at where he’s disappearing inside of you, his jaw is slack and hanging open, and his heaving chest is starting to glisten with sweat. 

“Mmmm cum inside, Frankie. I wanna feel it” you moan when you feel his hips stutter.

He grunts before dragging his eyes up your body from your wet pussy to your blown out pupils. He stares into your eyes for just a few seconds as he keeps fucking into you. 

Then he winks at you. 

Knowing that can only mean trouble, you watch him with bated breath. He drops his gaze back to where he’s pounding into you. His eyes twinkle with curiosity as he moves one hand from your thigh and brings it to your mouth. 

He gives you just one finger, slips his index finger past your lips and watches intently as you swirl your tongue around his digit, getting it wet with your spit. When he’s satisfied, he pulls it out and brings it back down to your core. 

He slows down a bit and you gasp when he traces where he’s stretching you out with his wet finger. 

“Think you can take a little more?” Frankie asks, looking up at you while continuing to prod at your stretched entrance. 

“Yes” you moan, not giving it a second thought because if Frankie thinks you can, then you know you can. 

“Thank you, cariño” Frankie whispers.

You give him a weak nod and try to suppress the whimper that’s bubbling up in your throat when he stops moving until he’s still inside of you. 

You do whimper, well more of a strangled moan, when he starts to work his finger covered in your saliva into you, right alongside his thick cock. 

“Holy shit” you cry out, one of your hands flying up to claw at his bicep. 

“Is it too much?” Frankie asks, his eyebrows drawn together in concern as he tries to read your facial expressions and your body language. 

You shake your head fervently and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“N-no, keep going” you pant. “Feels so good, Frankie, please keep going.” 

And because Frankie is trained to follow commands so well, he keeps pushing his finger inside of you, cursing under his breath as you squeeze around his finger and his cock. 

“Jesus christ, baby” Frankie hisses as he starts fucking into you again. 

With the added thickness of his finger (which is ridiculously thick by itself), you genuinely feel like his ripping you open in the best way possible. You can’t hold on for much longer and the sounds he’s pulling out of you are insane and as he delivers you into the awaiting arms of your second orgasm. 

“C’mon, baby. Can feel every fucking inch of you squeezing me” Frankie huffs as he continues to plow into you. “Soak my cock, baby please. I wanna see it this time.” 

There's a long moan of his name and the sound of it bounces around in his head before traveling as a tingle down his spine. He watches you in amazement as you lift your hips off the couch as you start to gush around him again. He doesn’t stop pounding into you though. And the sensation of your slick leaking out around his finger and his cock and sliding down his to his palm and his balls as you clench around him is too fucking much. 

His own body takes him by surprise, his hips faltering as he starts to cum inside you with no warning. He grunts loudly as he empties himself inside of you and it’s so much that he can’t remember the last time he came this hard. 

The two of you stay there for a minute, just trying to catch your breath. Frankie starts to go soft and once the stretch isn’t so much, he slowly slides his cock and and finger out of you. He groans softly in his throat and watches with heavy eyelids as his cum, mixed with your own release, starts to leak out of you, adding to the dark spot on the couch from earlier.

As if he’s on autopilot, Frankie mindlessly gathers his cum that’s seeping out of you on two of his fingers before he pushes them back inside of you. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, marveling at the way your hole leaks around them until you whimper and squirm at the overstimulation. 

He carefully removes his fingers and slides them into his own mouth because he can never get enough of you. Never ever. You watch with hooded eyes and a dopey smile as he licks your slick and his cum off his fingers, closing his eyes and making a small noise in his throat as he does so. 

He takes his fingers out of his mouth with a strand of saliva briefly and obscenely connecting his tongue to his fingers. He opens his eyes and gives you a goofy grin, too entirely pleased with himself. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. He laughs through his nose when you eagerly lick into his mouth in an attempt to get a second hand taste. 

After a playful bite to your bottom lip, he pulls back to look at you. 

“You’re greedy” Frankie teases with a smirk. “And messy” he adds when he looks down to the wet spot on the couch. 

The same couch that the two of you bought a couple months ago because ironically, your old couch was starting to collect some stubborn stains. Frankie knows you’ll give him shit about it later and will probably be the one on his knees cleaning the cushion in a few minutes, but he doesn’t care one bit. 

“Don’t even try, Morales” you say with a chuckle and an eye roll. 

Frankie giggles sweetly before ducking down to give you another quick kiss. He then straightens up and turns his head to look over his shoulder at the TV. He turns back to look at you with a shiteating grin. 

“You left it unpaused” he tries to say plainly, but the glee is evident in his voice.

He won. 

Your face drops from sated to stressed as you look over at the TV screen and see that the game has advanced three more days while Frankie was playing with you. 

“Francisco Morales!” you shout, reaching behind you to grab a pillow and throw it at him. He scrambles off the couch and runs away cackling before you can hit him.

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Isekai Yandere STRAWHATS X Reader PT 2

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Hi, welcome to pt 2 🫶🏽 I hope you enjoy this series I’m doing. For this one specifically I think I’ll have around 7-10 parts. 18+ as well. enjoy !

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“ Why are you here? How did you get here?” You frantically questioned.

“ I’ve come to save you y/n are you really trying to pretend right now”

You didn’t know how you were going to get out of this. Trying to run for it might be silly considering Luffy’s powers might work completely different. Before you can act on anything rubber arms stretched around your waist and connected you to Luffy in an instant.

“ Luffy let me go now or I’ll scream !” You growled as you struggle to get de tangled from his arms. As you were pushing for your freedom you knocked off his hat in the process of mushing his face.

“ Yanno y/n, I think your my most interesting crew mate. It’s never taken me this long to get someone on my ship ” he sneered

The pressure in the room felt like your body was being squished from the ceiling to the floor. this must be what Haki feels like in reality.

He picked up his hat and stomped his way to your room dragging you along right next to him. How long has luffy been in my home that he knows exactly where my room is at. After shutting the door you were sat on your bed and then blindfolded.

“ Luffy can we please just talk and come to an understanding please-”

“ Y/N I understand perfectly fine, your my newest crewmate and you have unresolved issues from your past. I have come to save you and take you home.” He spoke confidently

You didn’t know how to resolve this situation, literally how many people can say their favorite character from a Tv / animated show jumped off the screen to take you back into the show with them. As you rattled your brain for answers you could hear Luffy shuffling around your room doing god knows what.

If I can’t get out of this now I’ll be trapped in that world for good, with the way it’s looking these people completely convinced themselves I am a part of their crew and that they have an odd obsession with a woman they knew for two and a half weeks.

“ Hey Luff”

“ Hm”

“ If i go with you, am I ever going to see my family and friends from here again?”

He continued rummaging through your room without giving you any answer. That only solidified your fear, you need to move fast. Slowly lifting your hand to take the bandana off but your stopped by Luffy’s booming voice.

“ Don’t you dare, you can take it off once we’re on the Sunny”

Ignoring the warning you snatch the bandanna off , the door is open and luffy is going through all your drawers making a complete mess of everything you have. What is he looking for my room is a fucking mess.

“ You just never listen… come and pack your bag”

“ N-no”

As scary as Luffy can be an animated character isn’t going to bitch you no matter what world he’s from.

“ No, you’re gonna take your ass back home without ME I am not a strawhat nor am I from your world. Accept that”

He let out an exasperated sigh and dragged his hand over his face. He looked at you from the corner of his eye making your cheeks burn.

“ I just need you to do as I ask for right now and we can figure out the details later on okay?”

“ I don’t wanna go-”

“ Please”

Starring each other down for what felt like hours before you dashed through the door. Running down the hallway as fast as you could but it was no use. Luffy latched himself to your ankle and you hit the ground in an instant. With your head hitting first your vision was hazy but you were able to make out luffy and his words before falling unconscious.

“ Soon this life will just be a bad distant memory. Everyone missed you over the last two years, I know you feel the same.”

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Proofread once goodbye 👋

[beemers-hell]

building on my previous ask, according to the timeline you made, Bank is 4 years old when her dad explodes himself with a bomb. That’s presumably gonna put him out of commission for a while. So, was she like, told what happened, or at least a less brutal version to f what happened that’s easier for a kid to understand? Like “oh, yeah, um, your dad’s uuuuuhhhhhhh… sleeping! yeah, he’s just sleeping!”

“he’s been sleeping for five days.”

Idk man, I kinda fixated on that specific moment in the series, probably because I’m pretty sure it’s the most destroyed we see Hank’s body get. Like, 90% of his body was gone. So many parts would need to be reattached, and like, reattached limbs never really work as well as they did before, like, this guy just got so much nerve damage. That’s not gonna be fun for Doc to repair. Like, good luck solving the world’s goriest jigsaw puzzle.

That’s so much damage. How long did she have to wait to see him? What condition was he in when they let her see him?

I don’t know why I’m so invested in this one specific time frame.

I was gonna draw something for this but its not coming to me rn, apologies lol. anyway, doc was straight up with her! he didn't talk down to her much as a child and would tell her when hank got fucked up and needed to be in recovery for a while.

when that specific incident occurred, obvs he described it in a less gory detail, more akin to the second quote you provided, like "your dad blew himself up and he has to sleep for a while to get all better." I imagine Hank was probably out for like a week at most, and when he did wake up he was still bed ridden for a few more days since, yanno, dude blew himself up, if that shit can be fixed I think his body needs a lot of time to bed rest for it lol. when they did let her see him, he was awake, and able to talk to her, but still restricted to the bed! Doc didn't know of she'd be upset seeing him immobile and unresponsive so he waited until Hank was up and chatting to let her see him again. But she could've handled it, she was a tough cookie!

[honey-crypt]

Hi hello there. I just wanna say your writing is really cool and I really enjoy them.

I wanna ask what your favorite Elliott as a supernatural being headcanon is (if you have one) and his relationship with the farmer is like with yanno him being one.

a/n: awww you’re so sweet, tysm! i actually have a supernatural elliott series in progress that you might enjoy :3 anyway, hope you like this!

★ merman!elliott x human!farmer headcanons ★

★ this author is part of the merman!elliott community (but i can also see him as a vampire, which is my second fav supernatural!elliott hc)

★ merman!elliott loves swimming by the beach of pelican town, seeing the humans mill about and conserve sparks his creativity

★ he can’t really write anything because he lives primarily underwater but he’s a very good oralist and often shares his stories with the little merfolk kids

★ accidentally pulls an ariel and falls for you, the newest addition to stardew valley, because of how curious and whimsical you appear to be

★ he’s scared to approach you, though; he’s a merman and you’re a human, you would lose your shit if you saw him

★ however, he gets a chance to meet you when you accidentally fall off the docks and end up in the water

★ there’s no one else around and your leg gets caught on a rock or something so you’re freaking out

★ merman!elliott comes to the rescue and frees your leg, allowing you to swim back to shore

★ at first, you thinks he’s a swimmer passing by but the swish of his long scaly red tail dismisses that notion

★ to elliott’s surprise, you don’t freak out (i mean, you got high with the local wizard and can see/speak to juminos so) and thus an unlikely friendship begins

★ you make a daily or at minimum a weekly trip to the beach to visit elliott, the two of you exchanging stories and chitchat

★ merman!elliott tells you about how he wants to be a writer but given his home, it’s impossible to do so

★ so you have the idea of teaching him to write by bringing a notebook and pen to your visits

★ it takes some time for merman!elliott to learn how to physically write but once he does, he’s writing like a madman with his storytelling

★ and finally, a few months later, he finally gets the courage to ask you out

★ he enlists the wizard’s help and gets a potion of water breathing for you to use, as he tells you that he wants to show you life underneath the ocean

★ you happily do so and merman!elliott shows you little sights that a regular human would never see in their lifetime, such as a shipwreck and some deep sea critters

★ elliott then hands you a small note, obviously wet and easily to tear, but you manage to read its contents

★ it’s a love letter and a confession that he wants to date you (he couldn’t tell you with words because you didn’t have the right vocal chords or ears necessary to communicate underwater)

★ you embrace him and give him a peck on the lips, a sign of reciprocation; homie is OVERJOYED that you like him back

★ however, given that you’re from two completely different worlds, you have to decide if your relationship can survive in your current bodies or if one of you wants to transform into a human/merfolk

★ because of his desire to create and to explore the human world (and to be with you), merman!elliott requests the ability to transform into a human body from the wizard and vice versa for you

★ the wizard obliges and now the both of you have the ability to shift into a human or merfolk form

★ you two help one another adjust to the opposite form, elliott giving you swimming lessons and you giving him walking lessons

★ eventually, things settle down and you two are capable to live life to the best of your abilities, altering from the human world to live the merfolk world

[delphiniumarchangelmoon]

Yanno I love life series angst but tbh my favorite part of secret life was how silly it was! Everyone was having a good time right up to the end. Something about the red life tasks made everyone so forgiving

A trap goes off, people scream, and then through the chaos you hear “did you take any damage???”

And then it’s okay cause ooh, it was just a task, they kind of had to do that. So you call back how much health you lost and either they cheer in slices or groan in failure, and either way it makes you laugh cause they’re your friends and it’s just a game.

Like god secret life felt so comfy in a way I don’t think any series has so far.

[emotionalcadaver]

Part 17: Loved

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice calls her mother with some news.

Word Count: 2,139

Notes: Warnings for depictions of shitty parents and references to emotional child abuse.

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When she was three years old, Alice broke a teacup.

She had been playing, pretending to serve tea to her stuffed animals, all situated around a table, and the piece of China had slipped through her clumsy little hands, breaking into a million pieces all over the floor. And then her mother was barreling in the room, grabbing at her shoulders and shouting, shaking her back and forth while tears streamed down Alice’s cheeks. 

And for just a glimmer of a moment, Alice was afraid that her mother might hit her.  

It was a memory that returned to her now, as she paced back and forth along the soft carpet in her office, cell phone clutched to her ear while it rang. The door was closed, but even through it she could distantly hear the sounds of splashing and laughter from the pool they had on the back deck. Spooky, who had followed her into the office as if able to sense her distress, meowed, jumping down from where she’d curled up on the couch to rub against Alice’s legs. Stooping, she scooped the little black cat up with one arm, pressing a kiss to her soft head before sinking down onto the couch, Spooky situating herself in her lap. 

“Hello?” the sound of the voice on the other end of the line, picking up at the last ring, made her jump. She had honestly not expected her to pick up.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Alice? Whatever are you calling for?”

Alice sighed, head thrown back and biting her lip. “I just…wanted to say hi, I guess,” it wasn’t the truth. She had called for a very specific reason. But she figured she ought to go about things slowly. 

“Oh.” 

The awkward silence that followed made her wish that the ground would open up to swallow her whole. 

“How are…how are Celia and the kids?” she figured it wouldn’t hurt to bring up her mother’s favorite conversation topic.

“Oh! Just wonderful! The girls are getting so big! Did Celia tell you Kinsley got first place in the science fair? Not that it's surprising, of course…”

“No. No, she didn’t,” Alice figured it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to mention that she hadn’t spoken to Celia in over a year.

“I just don’t understand why Cece couldn’t have given them more normal names, yanno? I’ve never understood it. She didn’t have to go full classical, of course, but something a little more mainstream wouldn’t have hurt.”

“Of course,” Alice said monotonously.

“Do you think you’ll be visiting soon? It would do the girls good to know their aunt.”

Alice frowned. “I don’t…I’m not sure…things are still…settling here,” another lie. The dust had fully settled around the splitting up of Fischer Morrow a little less than a year ago. 

“Of course. Though if you come you’ll also have to swing by your father’s and Tracey’s. If they hear that you were in town from Celia or David and didn’t visit they’ll be upset.”

By “they” Alice knew she meant Tracey. Her father probably couldn’t give much of a shit if she visited him or not.

“I still am amazed how that all…transpired, you know. Even all these years later.”

“Yeah. So am I,” she failed to keep the bitterness entirely out of her voice.

“Really? I mean, Tracey was your friend all throughout high school…”

Yeah, which just makes it all that much worse. One of your closest friends marrying your father almost immediately out of high school wasn’t exactly something that endeared one to either party involved. Her father had settled for unapologetic in his attitude about the whole thing. Tracey still tried to act like they were the best of friends every time Alice saw her.

It had not been her initial intention to fall almost completely out of contact with her family. It just sort of happened. The geography of where they were located certainly didn’t help matters, but the older she got the more she was beginning to realize that this was probably how it always would have gone. Even if she’d lived in the same city as them.

Her relationship with her older sister had always been tumultuous. Celia was the superstar of the family. She was good at everything, smart, charming…everyone’s favorite. And she had never liked Alice, and their parents always took Celia’s side. Even when Celia was cruel to her. 

So, when she decided to phase out all contact with her sister outside of the occasional presents sent for her nieces, it really hadn’t been that surprising to either of them.

Her little brother David was different. He had been Celia’s little soldier when they were growing up, but as he got older, he’d softened to her somewhat. They would never be close, but he was probably the only one Alice would even be remotely interested in visiting should the occasion arise.    

Her father had never forgiven her for not supporting his and Tracey’s marriage, and much as Tracey tried to keep their friendship afloat, Alice could never look at her the same.  

And then her mother. Her mother who had always treated her as a nuisance and a failure; never once acknowledging any of her accomplishments. Always making her feel less than her siblings. The only thing Alice suspected she saw her as any good for was a potential avenue to getting her hands on the Fischer fortune. Otherwise, she wondered if her mother would even take her phone calls at all.

“Mom,” she took a deep breath. Might as well just rip the band-aid off and get this over with. Then she could end the call and go back outside to be with her friends.

Her real family.

“Mom, there’s something I wanted to tell you.”

“Alright.”

Spooky, who had nestled herself onto Alice’s lap, meowed up at her, making biscuits against her thigh. She smiled down at the cat, allowing her cuteness to district her for a moment. 

“I got married this weekend.”

The words hung in the air for a long time, nothing but shocked silence on the other end of the phone.

“Married…” her mother said softly. “To Robert?”

Alice’s brows furrowed at the questions. “Yes. Of course to Robert.”

She was met with another bout of silence.

“Alice, are you pregnant?”

She chastised herself for not being ready for that response. In hindsight it was incredibly in character for her mother to ask that. Though it still shocked her.

“What!? No!”

“It’s just…honey, this is…this is so sudden…”

“Robert and I have been dating for ten years!” 

“You’re still so young, Alice…”

“I’m thirty-four!”

“Now, there’s no need to get upset,” her mother said sternly, but Alice thought she detected a trace of defensiveness in her voice. Like she was embarrassed. 

Did her mother really have no idea how old she was?

The realization made her throat go dry, the part of her that was still a small, desperate child just looking for her mother’s approval whimpering in pain. But the rest of her was relieved.

It would make what she needed to do next easier.

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

“Is that all you have to say to me?” Alice asked finally, realizing that her mother was waiting for her to speak. Probably expecting an apology.

“Alice…what do you want me to say?” her mother sighed.

“Oh, I don’t know. A congratulations would be nice,” sniffing, she rubbed at her forehead. “Look…if you want to tell the others…Dad and Celia and David…that’s up to you. But I–”

“You’re not going to call them?”

“No,” she said quietly. Truth be told, she hadn’t made up her mind if she would. At least not until that exact moment.

“But…your father and your siblings…they’ll want to know…”

Alice shook her head even though her mother couldn’t see her. “Would they?” she spat out bitterly. “Listen…I’ve thought about this a lot…and I’ve decided that…” she swallowed hard, and forced herself to be strong. “I’ve decided that this is the last time we’re ever going to talk.”

“Wha–wait. Wait a minute, sweetheart. What? What do you mean?”

Alice sighed. “Let’s be honest for a minute, Mom. I was always just the extra child, right? The screw up…the black sheep. None of you were ever proud of me or tried to understand me or…anything. And I know that me being married to Robbie might mean that you now think…” she bit her lip, then shook her head. “I’m not going to be just a bank for you to come running to every time you have financial issues.”

“So you’re just going to cut out your entire family and be down there in Sydney all alone?”

From outside the door to her office, she could hear laughter. “I’m not alone.”

“Alice…”

“Look, I’m sorry, but I have to do this. I…I need to do this,” if Robert was strong enough to tear himself free from Fischer Morrow, she could tear herself away from the cruelty of her family. She could. “I love you,” I’m just sorry you’ve never been able to love me back.

“Alice!”

“Goodbye, Mom,” she hung up the phone before she could hear anymore, quickly switching the ringer off so if her mother tried to call her back she wouldn’t know, tossing it away into the throw pillows on the couch, burying her face in her hands. A few tears spilled from her eyes, chest spasming with them.

Spooky meowed, standing from her lap and knocking her head against Alice’s hands, purring and rubbing her face against her in comfort. Dropping her hands, Alice wrapped her arms around the cat.

“Good girl, Spooky,” she praised quietly, kissing her between the eyes. “I’m okay.”

She gave herself a handful of moments to pull herself together, scrubbing at her face and blowing her nose, taking a few deep breaths before opening the door and venturing out down the hall and into the open plan living room and kitchen. The door to the back deck and pool was open, so their guests could come and go as they pleased. Cider was sitting in her cat tree, watching proceedings with disapproving eyes, but when she saw Alice she hopped down to rub against her legs. 

“Hey,” Robert was in the kitchen, clothed in just his swim trunks and sandals, dumping a bag of chips into a bowl to take outside. “How did it go?”

“Eh,” she shrugged, making her way around the counter to him. “As expected.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay. It’s done,” keeping one arm around him, she snagged a chip from the bowl, still leaning her head on his chest while she angled her face to look outside. “Everything still going well out here?”

“Of course. Everyone’s having fun.”

“Mm,” she smiled to herself, watching as Eames cannonballed into the pool, James and Phillipa shrieking in delight from their floaties. Cobb was lounging in an inner tube, watching the whole interaction with a grin. On the deck, Arthur, Yusuf, and Ariadne were lounging in the poolside chairs, chatting. They’d all come down for the wedding; a private affair out on the beach near the docks where she and Robert used to play as children.   

“Hey,” he gave her a little squeeze, nuzzling at the top of her head. “I’m proud of you.”

She smiled a little sheepishly, hiding her face in his chest. “Thanks.”

In all honesty, she didn’t feel that bad about it at all. Certainly not hollowed out or lonely, like she expected. Instead she felt free. Like a massive weight had been cut from her.

The realization of the knowledge she already knew was fully settling in: her family had never been the people who raised her back in California. 

Her family was right there in their house. Her husband, her friends, and her cats. All the people who had always loved her just the way she was. She no longer needed her mother’s approval, or her sister’s acceptance, or her father’s love. And she would never feel the need to return to the old neighborhood in Los Angeles where they all still lived within a few blocks of each other. 

“Let’s get back outside, yeah?” Robert suggested. 

“Yeah,” she smiled, letting him take her hand in his while he balanced the chip bowl with the other. “Hey,” she stopped, pulling him towards her gently until he was right in front of her, so she could stretch up on her toes and kiss him. “I love you.”

Robert grinned so brightly he could have put the sun to shame. “I love you too.”

Yes, she was happy right where she was. 

Where she was loved.    

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[clubdionysus]

MOTHER HOLLY HOLLY HOLLLYYY. I like to think I am an OG as I’ve been reading your works since you had to convince us that Throttle was NOT going to be like Icarus.

Still too traumatized to finish Throttle😭😭 But I know it’s going to be good when I do catch up.

But i HAVE to say, I think you’ve completely out done yourself with this one. Bad Decisions is absolutely insane and I absolutely love it. If this became an actual book in stores, I’d buy the paperback and I only audible novels nowadays😭😭. Even though I still can’t understand the British slang you know in there as an American, I love it solely bc it almost feels like a trademark in all of your stories to incorporate these british words I’ve never heard of even though English is my only language.

We started with You Up being my comfort story to being obsessed Disco Ball and her little buzz lightyear. I LOVE how in almost all your stories (give or take for the couple darker themes) Jungkooks personality is the same to the core, but they’re all still unique to the story line and the female lead is so real. It’s real, the people you create and I love that I can visualize it, feel right there in your stories. Feel involved and understand them.

I just have to express how MUCH i love your writing and BD just so happens to be the best of all time. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it being finished. Although I only just started #57, I wish you could write them FOREVER!!! I don’t know how it will feeel to reread the story bc the FEELINGS you stole from me!!! RUDE!! TOUGH LOVE I GUESS IS YOUR THING.

BUT YOU ALSO ARE SO NASTY!$!!! THESE TWO ARE NASTY!!! I LOVE NASTY!!! I’m starting to think you’re a TI*** gal with the reoccurring themes maam!!

LASTLY im obsessed with the style you write in. Your ability to go from such beautiful descriptive writing to it being so casual, almost as if we are reading their exact thoughts in that exact moment. I love how you can fluidity transition from internal POV to such conviction. It’s fun and amazing at the same time. I definitely think it keeps my short attention span engaged with the conversational/real world writing. Almost as if you are writing transcriptions.

Anyways HOLLY YOU ARE MY FAVORITE AND IVE BEEN READING YOUR STORIES SINCE LIKE 2020 and I’ve LOVED being along in this journey with you and I’m already dreading the ending of BD and don’t want it. But don’t hold off I don’t like that either. EITHER WAY whatever it is will be good, NEVER BEEN disappointed… excepty maybe for the way Byeol isn’t American bc if that nasty red goblin tried it, we would of been in a fight the second she looked at me funny. LOVE FROM TEXAS MISS HOLLY CANT WAIT TO CONTINUE READING YOUR WORK EVEN IF YKU END UP A PUBLISHED AUTHOR

^^ me @ u rn :( waaa so cute!!!!!!

thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!! where to even begin with this ask??!!!!!! firstly, just pls accept the biggest thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!! <3 I know it must have taken a lil while to write all that out!!

im answering under a read more just for the sake of peoples dashboards hehe

LMAO im making edits to the answer bc i reread and have just noticed a few more things - first MOTHER? am I mother???!!! hahaha that's killed me off. in my mother era

I AM SORRY FOR THE ICARUS TRAUMA

.... or am i hehehhee

it's funny because i very nearly killed jimin in throttle to make up for not killing him in icarus LOL but I made a promise I had to keep!! the throttle ending is v tame!!! people were actually disappointed with it LOL but it's a fable!!! a cautionary tale!!!! is the opposite of icarus!!!! it does exactly what it needs to :D

Thank you SO much for your kind words!! bad decisions has been such labour of love, and the response has been so heart warming. you really do get back what you put in, yanno!!

the funny thing is, bd is three-four standard novel long already. if it was a 'real' book, it'd be an entire series hahaha, no publisher would ever pick it up, so it will forever be our special lil fan fic <3

i always try and make sure my jungkooks are close to him in some way shape or form. even slut war jk is gonna be very jk (just more so the eccentric, slightly unhinged side). i think the wonderful thing about having a muse like jungkook is that he just offers up so much of his heart to us fans, and it makes it so easy to write something that feels so 'true' to him. our baby star candy <33

i do think, out of all of my jk's, bd jk is probably the one that draws on his real personality the most, but that's partially because it was written in tandem with all those weverse lives of him being the absolute best boy :(

lmaooooooo, bd jk gets his nastiness from my virgo boy. sigh, i just love virgos <33and re: titties it'ss bc i have arguably the biggest ones known to man </3 life is so hard </3333

ahhh see it's funny, my friends irl who don't know much about my writing always say that whenever they read my writing, its sounds like how I talk, so I definitely think my narrative voice matches my actual voice. it's taken me a while to develop my writing style and its something I'm proud of bc I feel like I've managed to establish a voice that you just *know* is mine.

thank you so so much for this ask. i saw it when it came in, but was in the middle of something at work, and so I have just been thinking about it for the past couple of days with a lil smile on my face. I'm so so grateful to have such kind hearted readers <33

sending love from daegu!!! <33

[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

Ch. 4 - But Listen to the Color of Your Dream (it is not living)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Word Count: 4,414

Warnings: Reader is still traumatized from the events of chapter 1, very brief conversation about sanitary products.

Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad. ---------- "What are you doing all the way over there, (You)? You're freezing," remarks Pavitr. His voice is laced with concern, but the lilt is unmistakably fond. He's not wrong. You're currently wedged against the arm of his couch where you're midway through a series, curled up into it as snugly as possible in hopes of retaining some semblance of body heat. It's not working, he can see the gooseflesh raised on your skin from where he sits, the minute shivers your body makes on the exhales. Pavitr's implication isn't lost on you, the offer is very tempting. The thought of pressing against him when he's got that cozy-looking waffle-weave henley on that shows off everything and screams hug me is enough to make your toes curl in your fuzzy socks. Your brain just can't get past the discomfort of possibly imposing yourself on him. Not to mention that in the past, cuddling would eventually become nothing more than a vehicle for wandering hands, unspoken asks that wore a hole in your patience until you knew when the question would arrive without fail. "I'm respecting your personal bubble," you play it off. Pavitr snorts in disbelief. "Personal bubble- that's adorable. I don't have one. C'mere," he orders. The crook of an elegant finger beckons you closer, the quirk of his lips inviting, enticing, tugging on your psyche and leaving the sweet ache of a void unfilled. "Really, you don't need to for my sake," you try to give him an out. He sees it and ducks out of it. "Oh my god, you're so cute," Pavitr gushes. "I want to, and you've been making eyes at me this entire time," he reaches to grab both hands now. "Come here and let me hold you, sweet girl," he croons, and then he's reeling you in. You follow willingly, half-crawling across the couch. When you're close enough, he pulls you across his legs by the waist, the sudden contact eliciting a surprised yip from you. You're plopped into his lap, and then strong arms envelop you, draw you firmly against a warm chest. The initial contact makes you freeze, the frisson hitting like a lightning bolt as it rolls through you in waves. Being held, being wanted feels so new, so delicious, you don't know what to do with your body but hold stock still. It feels like the first hit of a dangerous drug, simultaneously ecstatic and frightening. Your heart beats in double time, your gooseflesh spreads across your arms. "Take a breath, dove, you're okay," Pavitr soothes, one flat hand rubbing firm circles against your tense upper back. "That's it, lean into me. I've got you." The rhythmic pressure is grounding, the breath you're holding escapes with a huff as you start to liquefy, feeling wonderfully contained in his embrace. The frisson is still there, the cuddle he's giving you feels fucking amazing, but the heat from his body is now seeping into your bones, driving out the cold and allowing your rigid muscles to sag. The soft knit of Pavitr's shirt presses into your cheek, you inhale deeply and catch the clean scent of the laundry soap he uses, layered with an almost vanilla-like scent that's his and his alone, rich, sweet and comforting.  It reminds you of the chilly nights of your childhood where you'd sip hot cocoa to ward the frost away. "There's my girl," he purrs, the words dripping into your ears like honey. The grin on his face could only be described as dopey, punch-drunk on raw affection. "Mmm, this is nice," you hum happily. "Could have had it a lot sooner, 'yanno. I've been told I'm quite the cuddle bug," Pavitr says, the rumble of his chest thrumming against you as he talks. "Are you telling me you turned down your heat, hid the blankets, and dressed in your softest clothes on purpose?" you accuse. "The allegations against me are baseless and without merit. I will prevail." he murmurs humorously, resting his chin atop your head. You can feel the contented hums he emits as he continues to stroke your back. "Is this the part where you put your hand down my shirt?" you ask, half-joking. Pavitr suddenly pauses, his posture suddenly becoming more rigid. "Why would I do- goddammit, don't tell me there are men out there turning everything into a proposition?" he whines. "I can't remember the last time I got to cuddle just to...cuddle," you admit. Pavitr's hold around you tightens protectively, you can almost feel his heart sinking in his ribcage. You hear him sigh, feel his lips against your forehead. "What fucking bell-ends. Why are men like this?" he complains, his lips moving against your skin. "You tell me, I'm just along for the ride," you reply. "I hate that this happened to you," Pavitr mutters into your hair, you can almost see the steam leaving his ears from his anger on your behalf. "I would never use basic affection as a transactional tool like that, I want you let yourself be cared for without worrying that I'm expecting something else in exchange. You should feel safe with your bo- people that you care about," he quickly corrects, not wanting to drop the B-word on you before you're ready. "I feel safe with you," you tell him. You do, the pressure of his hold is perfect, it makes you feel like someone has redrawn your ink outlines and colored you in. The repetition of his hand sliding up and down your back is calming, you feel boneless against him, yet completely supported. You know he'd never ask anything of you that you weren't wanting to give, and you know he'd shield you from a world that wanted only to take. "Thank you, darling. I'm glad I can give you that," he expresses. Pavitr rewards you with a slow, deep, open-mouthed kiss, affection pouring from his lips and traveling down your spine. He then shifts to lay against the other arm of the couch, pulling you into the crook of his arm. "I'd love to keep watching the show like this, but you can sleep if you're tired. I'll be right here," he offers. "Wouldn't mind taking you up on that," you mumble into his chest. He's comfy and he makes both a great blanket, and a pillow. "I hope you do," Pavitr breathes. His hand continues its steady path along your spine until you both sink into gentle slumber, safe and warm. ---- He meets you at the door when you stop by as promised, unlocking the front door with a plastic bag in hand from his own errands. "Oh, perfect timing!" chirps Pavitr, stepping aside to let you in first. "Looks like you've been shopping! Is there anything I can help with?" you ask. Pavitr sets the bag and his keys on the counter, wheels around to smack a kiss onto your lips. "That was it, but I would also appreciate if you could put away the stuff I bought. It's not much," he says, then busies himself with tidying up. You start sorting your way through the bag, finding homes for the various produce items, snacks, and condiments he'd picked up. It's been a few weeks and you're fairly familiar with his apartment's layout at this point, knowing where he keeps what. It's the last item he has in the bag that gives you pause, a decently large box with a design you recognize immediately. "Hey, Pav," you call out. "What are you doing with...these?" Pavitr stops what he's doing, looks at the object you're referencing. It's a box of pads, specifically, the same brand and style you use. "Oh, they're for if you ever need them when you're here," he answers nonchalantly, as if you'd just asked him for the time of day. "How'd you know what to buy?" you ask, surprised. "I'm Spider-Man. I'm observant," he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Your heart swells at the thoughtfulness. It's Pavtir's unspoken way of saying I want you to be here, the way he noticed the little details and acted on them. In the few weeks you've known him, you've come a long way in feeling comfortable around him, his patience was unfailing and his attentiveness to you made your heart melt over and over again. "Thank you, Pavitr, that's...really nice of you. You didn't have to do that," you thank him. "Of course I did, they're just pads, not that hard to keep them around," he explains. He makes grabby hands towards you, his signal that he's craving snuggles. "You're insatiable," you sigh, making your way over to the couch. You let Pavitr pull you down on top of him, tangling your legs together lazily. Being held by him feels like taking your bra off at the end of the day, he makes you feel like there's nothing else in the world but you and him. You share a series of sticky-sweet kisses, in no hurry to take them anywhere else but here. Your lips meld with his, tongues occasionally meeting between them in little darts and swipes. There's no overtones in these kisses, simply two people lazily reconnecting with each other, basking in each other's warmth. Eventually, he comes up for air, nuzzles a chestnut-toned nose against your cheek and starts tracing mindless patterns along your back with one finger. "How was work today?" you inquire. Pavitr hums contentedly, drops a kiss to the top of your head. "Pretty good, we're developing the marketing department and brought on a couple new employees, they seem great. How did therapy go today?" he turns the question around. "It was...a thing," you reply, deflating a bit. Pavitr picks up on this immediately. "Tough session today?" he gently probes, sits up a bit to get a better look at you and tucks you closer into him. With Pavitr's help, you had recently started seeing a therapist to process everything that's been happening in the last few weeks. Since then, he'd given you a standing invite to come over afterwards to decompress, knowing from personal experience that the hard work of recovery could be heavy in its own way. Whether it was some TLC or a friendly ear, he was happy to give it if it could help you stand going every week. "She's nice and all but I hate remembering," you grumble into his chest. "And then I get nightmares again and I feel cranky at work." "My offer still stands, 'yanno. I'm glad to stay with you if it helps you sleep better," he reiterates. They aren't coming as often now, but now and then Pavitr hears you calling out for him in your sleep, the throes of a horrid dream trapping you there. He'd sneak upstairs each time, tap on your window to wake you up, and stay with you as long as you needed. Some nights he'd put on a sitcom until you passed out against him, others he'd sit on your bed with you, hashing out what you'd seen until you felt ready to sleep again. He did notice that his presence seemed to keep the nightmares at bay, as if they wouldn't dare try to mess with Spider-Man's girl with him right there. So he'd proposed you staying near him after a hard day, letting him guard your rest. Naturally, you being you, you'd waffle on the issue, worried about imposing on him. "Maybe..." you chew on the thought aloud. "Palace had a drop last week and I got a new hoodie and trackpants delivered today. They're really soft, could I interest you in that?" he bribes, letting his breath tickle the shell of your ear. Pavitr knows your weakness is him dressing in cozy clothes, and nothing's comfier than a brand new sweater. It's guaranteed you'll curl right up to him, tell him how huggable he looks. "No fair!" you whine, knowing he's figured you out. "Fine, I'll crash here, but I get to pick what we watch." Pavitr does a little happy dance in his mind. "Of course, sweet girl, anything for you," he affirms, rewarding you with a press of lips to your temple. You lay there in blissful silence for a while, feeling deliciously contained in the way Pavitr holds you to him, still mapping random pathways on either side of your spine. His wavy fringe tickles your cheek, tossed about on the soft puffs of his breath. You're blanketed in the goldenrod hue of the late afternoon sun, strong and comforting. "We talked about my friends today, Pav," you blurt out, suddenly. "Oh?" he acknowledges, turning you in his hold to face him, moving to strum his thumb along the crest of your cheekbone instead. "More specifically, we talked about the lack of my friends, now that most of them don't want to be around me anymore after I, allegedly, 'made a big deal out of nothing'," you cap off your statement in air quotes. Pavitr doesn't respond immediately, lets the disclosure percolate throughout the room. "I'm really proud of you, (You), for getting to the place where you can recognize the absolute bullshit that assertion is. Hell, I'm proud of you for opening up about any of this, period. Thank you for telling me," he praises you. "Thank you, but the problem remains that I don't really have many friends left to turn to," you explain, leaning into his hand on your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, you've been nothing short of life-changing and you've been so good to me, but, but-" "You're feeling isolated because you don't think anyone else will get it, yeah?" Pavitr finishes your thought. "...Something to that effect, yes," you confirm with a huff. "I just wish I could have some better friends, but I'm so exhausted and I don't know what I can do about that." Pavitr hums thoughtfully, an idea taking shape in his mind like a sourdough starter might rise. He plants a kiss to the end of your nose, keeps your face close enough to share breath, with a conspiratorial grin on his mouth. "Some better friends...I think that can be arranged, dove." ---- You meet them at a rock show on the weekend. Pavitr somehow snagged two tickets to the sold-out venue, but doesn't tell you how he'd managed to pull that off. You adored this band, and normally you'd love the crush of the crowd, but you weren't quite sure you could stomach the idea of a packed venue, a swirling mosh pit around you with no escape. Which is why Pavitr invited his three friends, who he assured were veterans of the pit and would never let any harm come to you. Miles and Gwen are a happy pair, their dynamic bright and full of energy. You almost feel like you're intruding when they exchange simple affections, Gwen resting a hand against Miles's chest, and Miles sneaking in a smooch in turn. Hobie's a bit different, there's an otherwordly aura or haze about him that makes him look hazy around the edges, as he's been cut from another cloth, pasted in with rubber cement. He's glad to see Pavitr, scraps with him, digs his knuckles against his head as Pavitr gleefully calls him "my guy", it's touching to see him so carefree, in his element. Pavitr himself has undergone metamorphosis for this show, he's put his piercings in, a black-plated hoop in each lobe, and he's topped it off with a well-loved leather racing jacket. He goes even further than that, a smidgen of navy-blue kajal around his waterlines completes the full emo look. He's in lady-killer mode, but it's obvious to everyone around him that he's only got eyes for one. "This 'er?" Hobie asks as you head into the venue, gesturing to you. "It's her! This is (You)!" Pavitr confirms, excitedly showing you off like a winning lottery ticket. "Oh my god, hi! Pav talks so much about you! I'm Gwen, it's so nice to finally meet you in person!" Gwen gushes, immediately folding you into a friendly hug. You can almost see the tips of Pavitr's ears go bright red from over her shoulder, eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "I'm Miles, nice to meet you." "Name's Hobie- Hobie Brown." they introduce in turn. Miles is a little awkward, but Hobie exudes calm energy under the vibrant exterior. All four of your companions, however, have the same tired glimmer in their eyes, posture that suggests the presence of some invisible weight, yet, you can tell all four of them are physically powerful. "Wow, I...didn't realize you guys knew who I was," you tell them, surprised at the familiarity. "How could we not? Pav here hasn't been able to participate in literally any other topic of conversation since he met you, I feel like I've known you for years at this point," Miles exudes, much to the dismay of both Pavitr and Gwen. You can feel your cheeks start to heat up. "Stop hecklin' 'em," Hobie barks at the group. "Get your arses to the rail so we can actually see the bloody band," he pivots on his boot heel to turn to you. "Sorry for busting your balls, love, we've been doing it to each other so long we're quite used to it now, you really are just as lovely as my mate Pav said you'd be," he gently explains, leading you towards the stage where Pavitr is waiting with the rest. "He really does talk about me that much?" you inquire, flustered. "Only good things, mind you," Hobie affirms. "Seems he's taken quite a shine to you, can't blame the bloke for wanting to shout it off the rooftops after the shit go he's had with the birds," "That...makes it a little better, I guess. Thank you," you acknowledge, wondering what it is he's referencing. Pavitr finds you over the din of the crowd, pulls you to where he's standing by Miles against the rail. He folds you close against him, refusing to allow the sea of people to separate you for even a minute. "Nervous?" he probes. You shake your head in denial. "Excited is the better word," you tell him. "I don't think I told you that it should be illegal to look that good with blue guyliner." Pavitr sniffs a laugh, leans in close enough where his lips brush the shell of your ear. "Better dial the police, and my lawyer, I'll let you drag me to jail yourself if it means you look at me like that, darling," he rasps, blooms a kiss on the sensitive juncture of your cheek and jaw. His voice oozes ego and it roots you to the spot. You notice Gwen has seen the entire exchange, her cheeks pinking up from having witnessed something so intimate in a public place. The lights dim, the band takes the stage, the music swells and the crowd starts to ripple as the lead singer takes the mic. "LET'S GET READY TO RUMMMMMBLLLLLEEEEEEEE!" That's their cue. All hell breaks loose in the crowd, bodies checking, smashing, jumping as far as the eye can see, pent up frustration and anger purged in mass catharsis. You let the energy take you, let it move your body every which way, the electric hum washing over you. Pavitr is right there with you, so are Hobie, Miles, Gwen, similarly lost in the music but never more than a reach away. You can feel that they are looking out for you, for each other, even if it's imperceptible to the untrained eye. The mosh pit opens up behind you, a throng of bodies whirling, headbanging with their whole selves. Normally, you tried to stay out of their way at shows, not interested in getting clocked by some jackass windmilling his arms. Gwen shoots Miles and Pavitr a look, and that look says let's fucking go. "We're gonna hop in the pit, do you want to try?" invites Miles, voice booming over the screams of the crowd. "We won't let you get hurt! I'll punch anyone that tries it!" Gwen adds. For a moment, you hesitate. The people in the pit are moving really fast, and look strong, like they'd bowl you over with the effort required to wipe your nose. You turn to look at Pavitr, whose arm never left your side this entire time, and his face says something to the effect of No, really, I'd kick their fucking ribs in. You don't doubt he would for a second, but there's something about Miles, Hobie, Gwen that seems different, almost the way Pavitr has that aura of different that you've never seen in anyone else. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you know instinctively that they're not writing checks they can't cash. "Fuck it, we'll do it live," you proclaim. The band leads into their second song, and Pavitr breaks you both into the pit, a wall of circling bodies forming a whirlpool in the midst of the throng of people. You let them carry you along, cycling about under the power of the song's rapid tempo. Pavitr's holding your hand steadfastly, keeping one eye fixated on you lest you get swept away by the tide. The pit is exhilarating in a way you didn't expect, the release of energy exquisitely satisfying - until a crowdkiller body-checks you against the wall of the pit. You rebound off them, losing grasp on Pavitr's hand. You brace for impact with the ground, an impact that never comes, as a pair of strong, so strong arms grabs your shoulders and deftly guides you back on your feet. You uncover your eyes, expecting to find Pavitr, but instead see Hobie standing before you, fingerless-gloved hands firmly handling you. "Thanks for saving me!" you holler, out of breath. "Rule number one!" he replies, hazel eyes boring into yours. "When someone goes down in the pit, you pick them the fuck up!" You know he wasn't just talking about the show. ---- You stop at a Korean restaurant a few blocks away, the one notorious for being open this late. Everyone's sweaty, tired, and maybe a little bruised, but it's a good kind of tired. Raves about how good the set was were traded, the energy of the crowd, the exploits they saw happen all around them. Chatter that is occasionally punctuated by a round of raucous laughs, it's easy and you've missed this, having a group of people to just...be with. Pavitr's extra protective after your mishap in the pit earlier, his hand covers yours as you both eat, firmly, as if you'd blow away in the breeze like a lone balloon. Nevertheless, there are some places you cannot follow, and he pecks your cheek before excusing himself to the restroom. "Pav's smitten with you, you know," Hobie cuts in. You look up to find the group staring at you, eyes mirthful and bright and...a little sad? "I know it's not really our place, but he's mentioned to us that you were scared about not being enough for him because he's...you know," Gwen implies. "He's told you?" you ask, not missing the hint. "He has, and we know better than anyone what it's like to be in his position," Miles answers. You notice that he seems to dance around something in the hesitant tone of his voice. You don't press him. "Look, since meeting you, Pavitr has been the most radiant we've seen him since...she passed away," Hobie continues. The rest of the group solemnly acknowledges Gayatri with subtle bowing of the heads. "And Pav's tried, (You)," Gwen adds, pain in her voice. "He's had other flings, a few short relationships...none of them made him happy until you came into the picture." "He adores you. If you asked me, I think he might even love you," Miles implores, one hand coming to find your shoulder. "Although he's never said as much to us in certain terms, everyone can see it. I've had my fair share of feeling inadequate," he admits, Gwen instinctively leaning into him. "It wasn't easy, but I put my trust in the people around me that I was enough for them. It was the best thing I ever did." You process this, a little misty-eyed. It's difficult to believe that out of everyone, all those other women, Pavitr's chosen you. But to hear it from his closest friends that you've succeeded where others have failed, it's now more difficult to deny. "You guys are so nice to me," you say, voice warbling with nerves. "And you barely know me. I was feeling a little unsure because he hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet." Three hands, strong, so strong, find their way firmly on top of yours. "Have you considered that maybe he was waiting for you to ask because he's nervous to scare you off if you're not ready?" Hobie inquires, one pierced eyebrow lifting. The question catches you off guard, as you would never think of him as the nervous one in this pairing. "If I'm being honest, I hadn't thought of that," you reply earnestly. "And if I'm being honest, love, you can ask Pav for anything you damn well want," Hobie answers, patting your hand. "He's not gonna say no." ---- "Hey Pavitr, can I ask you something serious?" you begin the conversation, interrupting the small talk you were making on his fire escape after you get home. Pavitr stiffens, picking up on the jitter in your voice. He takes each of your trembling hands in his, delivers a reassuring squeeze. "Of course, anything, sweet girl," he assures. The kajal around his eyes is smudged, his hair a little stringy from the sweat. His expression is gentle, inviting, and he looks ethereal against the light of a midnight moon. You take a deep, grounding breath, and shoot your shot. "Doyouwannabemyboyfriend?" you blurt, quickly averting your eyes before you can be hurt by his reaction. Pavitr is still for a beat, parsing the words apart. Your heart plummets when his hands leave yours, but rebounds quickly when they skin up your arms to cup your cheeks so gently you'd have thought you were carved from ice, frail and prone to shattering. "Oh, dove," he coos, utter reverence in his voice. "Oh, my perfect, darling girl, look at me, please," You can't help but obey the gentle command, you lift your chin to meet his eyes, and Pavitr's face is beaming, overjoyed, it's bright bright bright "I've been your boyfriend this whole time, sonu. The answer was always yes, you needed only to find the words," he breathes. The relief floods your body, washes over you like a gentle wave, a knot untied. Even better when he slots your lips with his, swallows down the words you planned to say. In their place, he leaves behind his light, bright like the dawn.

[huynun]

I think I’d like to start the series with the class not knowing one another well, like they all know each others names but in the first season have them be like ‘oh I didn’t know you like x’ or ‘how do you know that?’ Or like ‘I didn’t know your birthday is today’

Just kind of show them staring to become friends rather than making them all start out as friends

I want this between Alya and marinette & nino and Adrien too, a little differently but they don’t know everything about each other right out of the gate yanno

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

I’m so interested in your take about the level of obsession that certain fandoms invite based on their quality because you’re so right I don’t need to read hunger games fic I got what I needed from the series

But like also sometimes when something is rlly good too I wanna read fic just so I can be in that world a bit longer.

Like for example I love leverage. The og series is great perfect ending no notes. I loooove leverage fic though because it allows me to follow little rabbit holes that aren’t necessary for the overarching story. I wanna see them deal w their trauma yanno?

But then we got the stranger things stuff where not only do you want to explore those things bc you love the premise you also wanna just fix stuff bc the writers really just haven’t landed it

It’s so interesting to me that there’s a whole kind of in between genre for me (and presumably others) where the content is solid and enjoyable but I feel no real need to expand upon it in fic form

This is my ted talk cheers for listening

Yeah, it really is interesting to think about all the little ways people engage in fandom, especially fic. Like you said, the whole thing where you really like the world so you want to live in it a little longer? That's a lovely sentiment, I've thought and TRIED, but I usually read fics in that fandom for a day before getting bored.

There's the opposite extreme, where you don't necessarily get obsessed with it, but out of spite, you write something because jesus, how did the writers fumble that so spectacularly? (I did this with Alice in Borderland lmao).

And then the area where I usually live: the story has extremely compelling elements, usually for me it's gotta be both characters and the world, but there's enough plot holes and dropped plotlines that you can fuck around with forever, and enough left unfinished that you can just keep going. (this is Stranger Things to me).

[memento-yuumori]

actually may i submit propaganda for job? like ik the names probably going to lose but yanno what.

it’d work.

pronounced with a long o, (so joeb over johb), one could say that it references the biblical job, which would then also foreshadow all of the suffering he goes through in a way. with all the biblical references in the series, that wouldn’t be far off anyways.

for those who don’t know the story, job was a faithful and prosperous man, someone who was incredibly loyal to his god. but one day, satan came to him and asked to be able to test his loyalty, which god gave the go-ahead for. so slowly, he took everything from him - house, family, health, etc. but job refused to curse god for it, despite being told repeatedly that it was his fault.

one could apply that to liam saying that much of his happiness and such would be stripped away over time, with even his good opinion of himself disappearing, but he still retained his kind nature or maybe his resolve? or something like that. i’m not good at equating this, just thought the story would work.

that being said, sherly need job is also a funny explanation. i love it.

[subskz]

NOW. LEE FUCKING MINHO….WHEN I GET YR FUCKEN ASS

ohhhhh this mf had me FUMING HSJSNS had 2 take several breaks before i punched a hole thru my monitor,,, when he made the “joke” about asking for forgiveness on yr knees i was ready to pummel him in his beautiful fucking face he got me FAWKED UP!!!!!! but it’s p sexy when him and y/n fight ngl like my petty scorpio ass gets it and it kinda hurts too bcuz he’s just tryna protect chan 🥹 missus rin out here creating complex layered characters ikdfr

y/n feeding chan when he’s sick,,, and their convo about the binary stars DAWG. that’s gotta b the most romantic shit i ever heard in my life stfu 🥲 CHAN CRYING WHILE EATING HER OUT GOT ME BY THE THROAT BTW SAWRY LIKE IT PROB ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOT BUT IT WAS SCRUMPTIOUS 2 ME,,, then everything that came after,,, girl i ain’t even gonna pretend 2 b a bad bitch i fucking cried. idk how but you fr have this amazing talent for writing emotions beautifully but not like romanticized yanno?!?! it just feels so raw

the last line of this part hit like a truck btw 🫡 i’m literally in love wit you and this series thx for another banger chappie girlie queen i gotta feeling tht things are gonna get even crazier in the next one

LMFAOOO the way i just knew ur next ask would be abt a certain lee minho…i’m not saying i encourage you to bodyslam him but i will conveniently look away if you do 😽

i did definitely make lino nastier than he needed to be hehe despite how infuriating he is it’s admittedly pretty fun to write >:) the scene where he tries to stop the reader from checking on channie was actually the first snippet i ever wrote of bb! but i’m so glad that his intentions are coming across properly despite his terrible methods haha i had a few misgivings abt portraying minho that way so it’s a relief that his reasoning seems to be understood!

PLEASE that makes me so happy to hear 😸 the binary stars part was a bit of a guilty pleasure u know i just couldn’t resist some corny lovey dovey space talk…it is channie after all! and don’t worry abt that HAHA i understand you on a fundamental lvl…probably not the most appropriate time to be a dacryphiliac but smth abt that emotional openness in moments of intimacy is just so good <3

and what a high compliment thank you so much babe!! i’m so touched you think so, esp since evoking emotion is one of my biggest struggles when it comes to writing ㅠ i don’t really see it as my strong suit so it means the world to me that bb3 could stir those feelings in you! i’m also very sorry if it caused some tears i think this entire series has turned out a bit heavier than i’d intended…i hope the happier parts balance it out 😭 thank you so much for always being so enthusiastic in ur msgs, it’s such a joy to read what u have to say and you’ve encouraged me so much w ur kind words! i love u right back my dear ♡

[wildrisen]

ranking every season of pleasant goat and big big wolf

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S tier: the best of the best. will always go back to watch.

A tier: awesome, will return to watch

B tier: may periodically rewatch

C tier: probably won’t rewatch unless i’m on a XYYYHTL marathon

D tier: not my favorite tbh

note: i’m not including most of the earlier seasons cause i don’t remember enough of them

starting with:

D tier

⭐️ Dear Little Wish (2014) ⭐️

or, the one where the goats have to grant all the wishes from this tree to send this old star back home.

i don’t think i dislike this one at all, but i’ve never gone back to rewatch it since the first time i saw it in 2017 and tbh, i don’t even remember the ending. just not memorable to me.

🧵 The Tailor’s Closet (2014) 🧵

or, the one where the goats have to make clothes to send their sentient tool friends back to the tailor’s world.

similar situation to DLW. i’ve never gone back to rewatch this season because of the fact that it’s just not… memorable. all i remember is wolffy getting stuck in the tailor’s world at the end lmao. it reminds me quite a bit of Paddi the Amazing Chef.

i will give it extra points for the theme song, though. 3/4 lyrical music is underrated.

❤️‍🩹 Love You Babe (2014) ❤️‍🩹

or, the one where wolnie gets brainwashed into thinking she’s a goat and is paddi’s mom.

…mkay. this one fully deserves the D tier more than any other (except maybe Adventures in the Primitive World). they literally just recycled PTAC. if cpe wanted a second season of PTAC, they could have just… made a second season of PTAC!!

i literally never finished watching this season because of how much it annoyed me lmfao. so I have no idea what the hell happened to wolnie at the end. this is probably one of only 3 seasons I genuinely dislike.

🪶 Adventures in the Primitive World (2015) 🪶

or, the one where the goats and wolffy are teleported back to the world from the 7th movie.

yanno, i like this premise, but?? the primitive characters are so annoying. forgive me for being a weslie stan lmfao but the primitive chief kept using weslie as this scapegoat and kept gaslighting him and shit.

the 7th movie is also the worst one imo, so it never gave me much to begin with. it makes me think they had the idea for the season before the movie and ended up switching it at the end.

now the theme song for this season is by far my most favorite. a shame that it had to be wasted on such a shitty season ngl.

ultimately, the shitty characters, the poor plot line, and the awkward continuation of a not so nice movie just made this season really lackluster and unexciting for me. this is probably my least favorite of all.

🔫 War of Invention (2017) 🔫

or, the one where they go to some other planet and start… inventing stuff.

maybe this judgement of mine is unfair because i never got past a few episodes in, but i had a good reason to quit it.

the animation style. the. fucking. holy shit. literally i am never watching this season properly just because of that. thank god cpe dropped it because what the fuck man.

C TIER

🚘 Happy Formula (2015) 🚘

or, the one where they all get these vehicles that hatched from eggs.

this season kinda marked the turn of more… themed seasons, i suppose. while a plot here doesn’t really exist, the individual episodes are interesting enough for me to revisit at times. i loved weslie in this season tbh.

(how many times did wolffy get ticketed for speeding???)

🐳 Adventures in the Sea (2017) 🐳

or, the one where the goats and wolffy travel to the ocean for the ocean orb.

the second in the Marching to the New Wonderland series.

see, i originally gave this one a rank B, but that felt a bit generous. some of the episodes are just too redundant and uninteresting. though my favorite part was by far the part where slowy got stuck on wolffy’s submarine because his handprint was needed to stabilize the bomb lol.

the theme song is also a massive bop!! i unironically listen to it all the time. so while this season wasn’t especially interesting, the oceanic theme follows MTTNW perfectly.

👽 The Intriguing Alien Guests (2020) 👽

or, the one where weslie discovers he has a little sister, who is getting hunted down by aliens.

third Mighty Little Defenders season. unusually low ranking for one of the newer seasons. but it’s just… a bit boring. apart from the conclusion of weslie’s family story plus the intro of bingbing, this season didn’t hook me that much.

i think this season was really just an excuse to 1. use up all the old ideas for the earliest seasons they never put into place, and 2. pull the angst card. literally almost every episode just looks like rewritten versions of wolffy trying to catch the goats, except it’s the aliens catching bingbing. and they made us all cry at the end with weslie and his family lol.

overall not the most fun but i appreciate the nod to their beginnings.

B Tier

🍳 Paddi the Amazing Chef (2013) 🍳

or, the one where the goats have to cook for this mouse to send her and her sentient kitchen too friends back to their universe.

this season is a lot more memorable to me for an older season. i like the focus on paddi tbh (he was originally intended to be the main character of the show).

the pink mouse girl got attached to wolffy, which made things awkward lol. i recall an episode about trying to make it snow in june + the ones where they had to enter the mouse’s dreams to find her favorite food.

overall, a playful and fun season with a boppy theme song!

🌦️ Flying Island: The Sky Adventure (2018) 🌦️

or, the one where the goats take their trains, now planes, into the sky.

the third edition of MTTNW <3 originally this was supposed to be space adventures i believe, but i do think the sky fits the series better here, after ocean and earth.

here we see the real beginnings of the more plot-based seasons. my favorite was the balloon island and how wolffy & the goats & the citizens worked to drag the town out of the tornado!!

🏀 Dunk for Victories (2021) 🏀

or, the one where the characters play basketball.

though this one was unexciting to begin with, it grew on me. i learned quite a bit about basketball lmao.

tibbie got some serious character development here. i’m happy that cpe has kept her personality and girliness while also removing her from just being the token female character in the cast.

(also i’m gonna take this opportunity to say. i love Dunk for Future (the movie based on this) so so much <3)

my one gripe is that the… thing about the robots didn’t really get solved?? i know it was mostly answered in the next season but i don’t particularly like it when they just leave us hanging like this ngl. i suppose they made it work though.

🍃 The Season Towns (2023) 🍃

or, the one where the goats and wolffy have to defeat the evil king ruling over this fantasy land.

this is the newest season, the sixth in the MLD series. i binged it and?? it’s quite good! they really set us up to expect a straightforward superhero story, but then at episode 45 onwards, things start to get… very interesting very fast. i knew that xiaomu guy was sus…

also, weslie getting possessed by the evil king?? weslie and wolffy FUSING TOGETHER at the end???? >>>

i didn’t particularly like the… inconsistency with the “defense stones,” but other than that, this wasn’t a bad season. i’ll probably rewatch it later down the line.

A Tier

🚂 Marching to the New Wonderland (2016) 🚂

or, the one where the goats take their trains and deliver a vital seed to the center of a huge tree.

when i had my XYYYHTL reawakening in 2017, this is the first season i watched. this was the last season to use the old art style.

can i just say… the aesthetics and the music here are so good??? i love all of the new characters they introduced!! i wish cpe had used the soundtrack again in later seasons but also i enjoy their habit of using music specific to each season.

would have made this S tier except the plot itself didn’t quite meet the mark. but i really really love this season!!

🔎 The Little Detective (2016) 🔎

or, the one where weslie and wolffy have become detectives.

see the reason i like this season so much is because weslie gets to flex his smarts lol. this was also the first one with the new animation style.

also, the friendship is developing consistently between weslie and wolffy?? like. the two will see each other the forest and just be like “oh hey, what are you up to here” and weslie’s not gonna be scared and wolffy’s not gonna attack. seriously it jarred me a bit at first.

i really want to see a sequel to this. just then spending every episode solving cases, convicting the guilty, proving the innocent. didn’t have a plot quite as well as the S tiers but still so good!!

🐱 Against the Dark Force (2020) 🐱

or, the one where all except paddi and wolffy get brainwashed and turned into cats.

seriously the catification of these characters was hilarious and wonderful. it’s like taking the lid off the id lol. ngl, guxin lang deserved better, poor guy. the powers that got introduced in this season are wonderful, especially with how wolffy learns to control his lightning.

this season kept me on my feet. i didn’t want to stop binging it at all. it’s action after action, and then of course there’s the angst of weslie almost dying (cpe is surprisingly sadistic, huh…)

paddi’s character development was incredible here. that’s all i’ll really say cause it’s something you really need to see for yourself!!

the main reason why this is not in S tier is because the ending was… a bit weak imo?? it’s the most basic Power of Friendship(TM) ever and i just. it didn’t really land as hard as i think cpe wanted it to, which was unfortunate.

but the theme song is KILLER and i am definitely coming back to watch this one!!

🤖 Ultimate Battle: The Next Generation (2021) 🤖

or, the one where wolffy and weslie get teleported 15 years into the future, where everything has become all about robots.

this is the 4th MLD season. and i have some stuff to say.

first of all, cpe was clearly feeling nostalgic when they made this. the first episode uses music that hasn’t been used since MTTNW. also, making weslie&wolffy jump 15 years into the future? assuming this season was made in 2020, that means it was also 15 years prior than XYYHTL debuted.

second of all, i think i know where the idea of this season came from. wolffy always says he’ll definitely be back. so what if haha omg one day he didn’t? this is played with so many times in the season and it hurts so good :’)

third of all, the episode where it’s weslie’s birthday and he&wolffy get locked inside a freezer. and they’re just laughing about it. and this is the seasonal angst card all over again.

fourth of all, everyone being turned into robots. tibbie being the Impostor in the station. her backstory being revealed and developed. wolffy slowly getting turned. weslie helping them gain sentience. please omfg

and then the plot twist of the professor turning out to be a robot, deploying all the previous MLD villains.

ngl there was a massively misssed opportunity to add something about weslie’s family?? why didn’t they give us something about bingbing growing up without her brother, or smarc/lily grieving their son??? oml. see this is why this isn’t S tier. good but i’m just too salty abt this part lol.

S Tier

⚔️ Mighty Little Defenders (2019) ⚔️

or, the one where the wolves and goats become friends.

of course MLD had to be here. of course. this was the big one, the one that changed everything. see my favorite favorite tripe ever is enemies to best friends and look, weslie and wolffy kinda had a 900k platonic slow burn building up for the past movies and seasons. and it finally cracked here!!

see i also love the development of all the wolves in general. like. wolffy yes, he’s questioning his entire life, does he want friends or belonging?? but ultimately he chose his friends. you can tell when he decides not to question it anymore.

also, the seven evil wolves. it makes a lot of sense. the toxic wolf spirit reminds me a lot of toxic masculinity tbh. they all got pushed to be this certain idealized image of a wolf but this ended up resulting in a lot of unhealed trauma for all of them. and it wasn’t until they unpacked it that they were able to truly be themselves.

i used to find wolffy annoying and quite bothersome but now? he’s starting to rival weslie as my favorite character. i really value the multidimensionality that was built.

i was sort of expecting this season for a while now. in almost all of the past seasons and movies, weslie and wolffy learned to somehow work together and trust each other, and i was like, how does wolffy even have the heart to still eat someone he’s saved the world with, lol. cpe did a wonderful job this season was perfect i love it

⏳ Rescue Across Time (2019) ⏳

or, the one where the characters time travel to same the world.

the final MTTNW season, and my favorite season of the entire show.

1. the continued character development of from MLD. wolffy’s new friendship with the frosts, and how this helps to uncover a new side of him. yet he’s not immune to his old ways, because he almost destroys it at the end by pretty much betraying them.

2. the time travel. i am a sucker for anything time related in shows and movies!! this show was the perfect one to mess with time because of the fact that you have all these teens or adults who watched this as kids and are now grown, so referencing the old movies and seasons is… oh boy. punches you in the gut really.

3. the backstory of wolffy. it’s finally explained and there couldn’t have been a better way to do it. the ANGST oh my god. he’s still struggling to process the trauma he had from losing his dad and also the generational trauma that his dad probably passed onto him. we have weslie trying to process the grief of his parents ditching him for outer space, and slowy working through his unresolved feelings for stacy. like. dang since when did this kids show get so dark?? my god!!

4. the plot twist. classic “villain reveals true identity” trope but it hits especially hard here when you’ve seen the foreshadowing and all the little details. then it finally ties back the ending from MLD. seriously i fucking gasped this was done SO perfectly.

kay. cpe outdid themselves here. the time travel theme was perfect for concluding MTTNW. the grief, the nostalgia, the angst, the sequel to MLD. i’m always coming back to this season ALWAYS. did not expect a kids show to get this amazing but it did and i’m in love.

🐶 The Great Rescue (2022) 🐶

or, the one where the dark force has infected the nearby dog kingdom.

the second season of ADTF, and the 5th MLD season. just like ADTF, this one really kept me on my feet! action after action!! the goats battling their infected selves in the power locks! wolffy slowly getting infected! an explanation for the origin of the dark force at last!

wolnie’s bond with mingri and tibbie was honestly unexpected but i adore it so so much. also, just. wolffy and weslie battling each other at the end and the heart stabbing moment when it looks like wolffy’s died. aaaaJOJSOJS

see now having this season, i understand why they left off ADTF where they did. i wonder if they’re gonna make an ADTF 3…?

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well that was a long ass post BUT BUT that is it for all the XYYHTL seasons!! i should rank their theme songs next tbh. i think i know which one is my no. 1, maybe my top 5??

wish this fandom were a little more popular in the western world because i LOVE it so so so much 🥹🥹🥹❤️