#I don't even have words just aaaaaaaaa

[unsat-and-strange]

hnnnfhgdggdgdvdgdh jon and martin talk in the archives in the infestation ep

[jadeneppy]

WHEEEEE

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

READ 70 PAGES OF THE GOOD OMENS BOOK WITH WHICH I HAVE HOMOEROTIC TENSION AS WE KNOW

WE ALL KNOW ABOUT THE HOMOEROTIC RIVALRY BETWEEN ME AND MY COPY OF THE GOOD OMENS BOOK. WE KNOW. IT STARES AT ME, I STARE BACK, IT DARES ME TO READ IT AND FALL IN LOVE WITH CROWLEY MORE, I REFUSE. WE PUT THE UST IN LUST ETC.

BUT TODAY/YESTERDAY (RIP SLEEP SCHEDULE) SINCE I WASNT ON TUMBLR, I READ TILL PAGE 70 OF THE BOOK (TILL THE PART CALLED WEDNESDAY) AND GOD FUCKING DAMN. I READ IT LISTENING TO AN AZIRAPHALE BOOKSHOP AMBIENCE AND WITH CHOPIN PLAYING AND CANDLES LIT. ANYWAY. THINGS THAT HAVE STUCK OUT TO ME:

Crowley. Just everything about Crowley. God I love him. I fucking love him. This is why I avoid reading the book. I'm such a slut for Crowley. It's manageable on the show when I know it's an actor. But WORDS CROWLEY? WORDS CROWLEY IS REAL. I AM SO IN LOVE.

Aziraphale has perfectly manicured hands. I'm pretty sure this has been mentioned three times in the first 70 pages. Three times at minimum. I forget how twink he is in the show (idk how) but man the book does NOT let you forget and I love that.

Crowley absent-mindedly sank a duck. Aziraphale called him my dear (fanfic authors everywhere: write that down write that motherfucking shit down it's better than porn). Crowley un-sunk the duck. The duck was cross.

CROWLEY DID I MENTIONED CROWLEY OH MY BABY FANCIED THE JAMES BOND DECALS HE WANTED TO LISTEN TO VIVALDI COZ THEY WERE SO STRESSED AFTER RECEIVING THE ANTICHRIST THEY LOVE GOLDEN GIRLS (I LOOKED IT UP AND OH CROWLEY) THEY DRANK FOR A WEEK AFTER SEEING THE SPANISH INQUISITION THEY OMG.

THE DRUNK SCENE. I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THE DOLPHINS CONVERSATION. OMG THESE TWO FUCKING FOOLS I ADORE THEM.

Crowley IN THAT SCENE AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT SCENE HOLY SHIT. CROWLEY JUST LISTING OFF ALL THE THINGS SHE KNOWS AZIRAPHALE LOVES.

AND OMG. The CONVOLUTED FUCKING METAPHOR CROWLEY COMES UP WITH INVOLVING A LITTLE BIRD FLYING TO THE ENDS OF THE UNIVERSE AND PECKING A MOUNTAIN AND COMING BACK AND DOING IT ON LOOP. FOR WHAT? JUST TO SAY THAT WHEN THE MOUNTAIN WAS GONE, HEAVEN WOULD STILL BE PLAYING THE SOUND OF MUSIC.

As usual just like me Crowley shot himself in the foot with that metaphor. Because AZIRAPHALE, THE LEGEND, STARTS SAYING THE BIRD MUST BE IMMORTAL FOR THAT, AND THEN SAYS NO ACTUALLY THE BIRD IS BEING CARRIED IN A SPACESHIP AND THE DESCENDANTS EMERGE FROM THE SPACESHIP and poor crowley is saying SO THE BIRD REACHES THE MOUNTAIN and azi excitedly says IN THE SPACESHIP and AAAAAAAAA-

Anyway right yes sorry what were we doing oh right the book.

Anathema is so adorable as a kid what a little brat holy shit I love her. I want to see all her homework written in Middle English. I want to know which teacher finally summoned the balls to correct it.

NEWT MON CHERI HE'S SO EXCITED ABOUT ONLY DESTROYING THE HOUSE'S POWER CIRCUIT WITH HIS EXPERIMENT. Because apparently last time he fucking caused a power outage in the whole block. Or county. We stan an optimist (no one talk to me about Crowley being an optimist I will go feral and rip your larynx out).

THE THIRD BABY DID NOT WIN PRIZES FOR TROPICAL FISH. THIS IS LIKE THE ENDING OF VILETTE WHEN CHARLOTTE BRONTE GOT GUILTTRIPPED BY HER DAD INTO WRITING IT AS AN OPEN ENDING BUT WE ALL KNOW IT'S A TRAGEDY FUCK ME.

CROWLEY THE PRAY THAT HE DOESN'T IT SOUNDS SO SUAVE IN THE SHOW BUT IN THE BOOK IT LITERALLY SAYS "AND FLEES". THE CHAOTIC ANXIOUS MOTHERFUCKER MAKES A RUN FOR IT.

AZIRAPHALE FUCKING GLOWERING AT CUSTOMERS AND SCARING THEM AWAY USING EVERY MEANS SHORT OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE IM DEAD THAT LITTLE BASTARD PEAK CROSS INTROVERT ELDRITCH MONSTER ENERGY.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR ADAM TO ENTER (WELL AS A NOT BABY) AHAH.

I HOPE WARLOCK IS OKAY.

CROWLEY BEING DESCRIBED AS A YOUNG MAN DOES THINGS TO ME. AS DO THE DARK HAIR AND GOOD CHEEKBONES. DON'T EVEN TALK ABOUT DOING WEIRD THINGS WITH HIS TONGUE. I AM A SLUT FOR HER. IT'S TIMES LIKE THIS I REMEMBER WHY IM GREYACE AND NOT ENTIRELY ASEXUAL. IT'S CROWLEY.

I LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKES LIKE I DON'T EVEN GET SOME BUT THE DRY TONE IS HILARIOUS. LIKE HOW BOTH WARLOCK'S HEAVENLY AND HELLISH TUTORS READ FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATION. AND THE CUTTING COMMENTARY LIKE HOW THE DOWLINGS' SECRET AGENTS WERE TRAINED TO REACT TO WOMEN IN LONG ROBES. OR THE POLITICAL COMEDY WITH ALL THE CULTURAL ATTACHES AT ST JAMES. IT MAKES ME AMUSED EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO CONTEXT. I WISH I UNDERSTOOD THEM MORE.

SORRY WHY AM I YELLING ABOUT THIS BEFORE 6 IN THE MORNING FUCK I FORGOT MY SLEEP MEDS NO WONDER IM STILL AWAKE AND HYPER ALSO CROWLEY ALSO AZI ALSO ADAM I HOPE MY LITTLE PLANTS MAKE IT.

WHEN IM DONE READING THE BOOK I WANNA REREAD IT OUT LOUD TO MY THREE LITTLE PLANTS TO MAKE THEM GROW HAPPY AND KNOW WHOM THEY WERE NAMED AFTER.

[slvtforyeo]

Hey, Emo Boy!

pairings: subby emo!hongjoong x soft dom!reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up people), oral (giving), BIG DICK HJ CUZ Y NOT AAAAAAAAA, use of toys (vibrator), hand kink (?), public sex, slight (?) exhibition, b-b-begging... (tell me if i missed any!)

a/n: hahahahahah omsem this is my first (not rlly) time writing a smut on tumblr n i hope i don't disappoint yall cuz my writing skills are shitty rn TANGINA anyways i, myself made the mood board! might aswell make some for my upcoming fics and for my mst.lst and i am genuinely sorry for being inactive for like... two months

• you were so proud of your boyfriend, seeing him perform with his band and playing his guitar made you fall in love with him once again (and made you wet as hell)

word count: 400 something... basta

©️ slvtforyeo (do not repost, likes and reblogs are appreciated)

• you didn't even notice that you were starting to get aroused just by looking at his hands, the way they slide up and down from the fretboard and the way his fingertips were moving fast made you wish that you're the guitar

• OH! ah, yes... you totally forgot the small pink remote that was hiding in your pocket. HMMM.. I WONDER WHAT THIS DOES??? :D

• hongjoong nearly moaned when you turned on the vibrator that was shoved in his ass (the pink type), he even DARED to glare at you when he was the one literally begging for you like this,

• "baby please, just once! i'll be good, I promise! please, just- shove it in my ass and turn on the vibrator..." whew, you were sweating when he begged

• it ended up you having to insert a vibrator in his cute little hole because this mf is an exhibitionist

• eventually, you gradually increased the volume, which was kindaaa.. a bad/good idea (you turned it on when it's hongjoong's part to sing)

• he was kinda eye fucking you when you two made eye contact... you have never ever felt to fuck someone this bad.

• after the show, you immediately slipped backstage (no one saw you do it) and was immediately met with hongjoong pulling you to one of the dresser

• "y/n plsplsplspls fuck me already" was the first thing that he said to you, impatiently removing his pants while you just stare at him in awe

• so you did... but you sucked his dick first. when you got down on your knees and pulled his cock out, he was leaking precum like a goddamn faucet. HE WAS SO WET LIKE???? you have never taken off your pants this fast

• being the good partner you are, you sucked, gagged, licked and choked on his dick like you're his good little slut (even though your mouth kinda hurts becuz he big bro)

• he came... a lot

• of course, you did NOT give him time before forcing him to sit down on one of the chairs and you started to ride him until he was seeing stars when he reached his orgasm <3

• both of you ended up having another round when you came home. A LOT MORE NASTIER  HAHAHAHAHAHDHJAJDJSJDJSJD

[haecien]

SEVENTEENS reaction to their s/o being scared/screaming about bugs.

Note: I have no idea who is & is not scare of bugs in svt... this is just my interpretation!! If there is a video/post about this tell me!!! also fun fact, a Cockroach was roaming around my room while writing

Warning: mentions of killing, the word die😭 all of this is jokes, none of these are real! slight cursing!

Genre: fluff, jst fluff

766 words 3,883 characters

C.SC -

At first he thought you were dying when he heard your blood curtailing scream, turns out there was a fly just roaming around and it happen to just touch your face.

Now he has learned to carry at least 1 tiny can of bug spray just for you, it gives him a heart attack over your screams. He finds it a bit cute whenever you clung to him after seeing a bug near you.

Y.JH -

Same reaction for the first time of coups. But.... instead of comforting he just... almost teased you to death/j

He'd secretly hide those fake toys of bugs ALL around your shared house/apartment/...idk any living place lmao

You'd almost kill him for doing that, still gets you everytime. Ofc he made it up to you, he is still your boyfriend after all

" Hey... come on I'm sorry! I forgot to remove itt"

*silent treatment*

H.JS -

He would try to calm you down at first, if you were still wailing about the bug he would try and kill it or carefully place it outside.

He would endlessly caress you and tell you that you're alright

(Bro im giggling)

"Joshua i swear ill love you til I die" " Then die😊🤭" /j

(If ykyk)

W.JH-

Who knows he'll eat the bug, jk. He would prob scream with you, he'll act up like " I'll protect you! " then comes running back to you terrified

" YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS THAT BIG " " WAAAHAA I KNOW... "

Eventually he sucked it up and very "bravely" shoo shoo away the bug. BEGONE! " You know! I was just acting, I wasn't really scared... " " Totally.... "

K.SY-

" AAAAAAAAA " Wow is HE more scared than YOU? Yes, a matter of fact he is.... " You know i've seen tigers beat bigger enemies... yet you're scared of a single bug?? I guess you're not really a tiger. "

Those exact words, they made him furious and he quickly got a broom and vigorously whacked the bug away! In times of need you just made him question his identity as a tiger.

J.WW-

Honestly, would be kinda chill. He carefully took a piece of paper and a glass and scooped up the bug and placed it outside.

He asked if you wanted to play with him to help you calm down, you said yes NEVER wanting to set a foot outside right now. (Ok now imagine resting your head on his broad ass shoulders while playing and he'd run his fingers through your hair)

L.JH-

Same reaction as Wonwoo, BUT It would take him awhile to come down from his room😭the time he came down you'd almost started thinking of burning this entire house to the ground. (No reason, i keep thinking about the fluffy hair jihoon with THE black turtleneck shirt that's kinda tight)

X.MH-

So... Fuck it he's letting you take care of it/j yeah he's gnna flame that bug, BURN THE WITCH! If he mocks you about this you would bring up the thing with him and frogs😭(if you don't know I remember seeing a video of seeing minghao being scared of irl frogs but not animated ones ex: keroppi)

K.MG-

Hes a big boy... but he's just a puppy tbh, LITTERALLY LOOK (I got off track sorry HAJSJSK Free gyu pics ig HAHA)

Deff is also scared of the bugs too, poor baby just stood there frozen while the bug flew on his face. Prob had to call a friend to help you HAHA

L.SK-

You know he's gnna hit those high notes, who's going to help you both in this state oh my god. "YOU'RE THE MAN. GO GET IT. " the bug flew away before you both could even do anything " Sunshine i drove it away!! " ".... YaaYyyy.... " *dies*

H.VC-

" HANSOL... " he looked at you confused literally deadass holding the now DEAD bug in his hands " what do I do with it? Throw it o-- " "NO! " bitch I thought you were scared of it " ... ill just do whatever "

B.SK-

He gets scared easily too so... hajimalago/j would be sassy about it " Why don't you get it! You saw it first " kind of guy you'd end up bickering with him too much that the bug decided to just dip out

L.CN-

The only guy who actually protected you HELP, you'd move to another room and let him take care of it. He'd keep reassuring you that you were fine and that the bug was gone, no more bugs will bother you anymore

[headspace-hotel]

I've been struggling...so...hard...to maintain motivation with the biopunk WIP, which is approaching its 6th anniversary of Being In My Brain. I'm forever cycling back to "okay but what if your worldbuilding is boring and no one cares about the story you have to tell in this world and it sucks"

but right now i'm just...rereading it. and I wanted to share some of the worldbuilding concepts okay

tl;dr: the setting is The Future, post-apocalyptic, but the previous ("our") civilization and the immediate aftermath is an almost mythological past, an age of heroes and prophets, but people KNOW there was Real History, but everything that far back is kinda fuzzy and debatable.

this book is supposed to seriously fuck with your head in terms of the divide between sci-fi and fantasy and the divide between "science/knowledge" and "religion/myth."

The worldbuilding is DEEPLY steeped in spirituality, folklore, and religion, sacredness and the afterlife and other spiritual concepts like that are very REAL to the characters, and i'm trying to deal with it Very Respectfully and make it clear that these people are not superstitious or stupid.

(Everyone is also kind of a "mutt" spiritually/religiously which is super funny. The vibe is like, there are a lot of people who aren't super serious about religion but they are super serious about ghosts being real and if a priest is no help they'll go find a shaman.)

One of the main characters is non-binary. The philosophy and spirituality of gender in this world is discussed and it's neat. This character is also an archetypal Trickster in every sense and I won't say much more yet but they're probably my favorite character I've ever written AAAAAAAAA

i'm working so, so hard to express characters' understanding of "sci-fi stuff" like technology and scientific concepts in language that culturally makes sense to them, and it is SO fun. especially when I get to express science fiction stuff in "mythological" terminology

e.g. genetic engineering: "They unwound and read the scrolls within living cells. Mortals learned the forbidden language of Life." Like DNA is described as an arcane/magical "language" (The Inmost Language or the language of Life) but nothing said about it is exactly wrong. at one point the main character meets a character with unnaturally golden hair created by genetic engineering and MC is thinking "the institute scribes did that. wrote gold gold shiny gold shiny bright gold in her cells to tell her hair to do that." this book is FULL of stuff like this

There's a major religion centered around a prophet that heard the voices of the dead and wrote down their teachings.

If you're not paying attention, you will get bitchslapped by the reveal that this is literally what happened: there was a vault, think "nuclear waste warning messages," where recordings containing important information for future humans were stored, and someone found it and shared the information with others. stuff like "wash your hands to stop disease from spreading" and "don't be racist" kinda got turned into religious teachings that occasionally seem weird, even backward.

There is another big one where it's like "there was a prophecy that civilization would perish in rising water..." and it's like okay, this myth is Noah's flood. NO BITCH IT'S CLIMATE CHANGE. But also yes.

Wolves have kinda migrated into being a mythological animal that symbolizes death. One character knows they really existed and can't stop themselves from correcting other people about it but everyone else just thinks it's funny that they think wolves are real

there's a people group in this story that is...I guess "indigenous-coded" is the right word? and a lot of the worldbuilding surrounding their culture will fuck with your head so good because you, as the reader, are a cultural outsider and your understanding of their culture changes but is never 100% accurate

e.g. this culture has a taboo surrounding personal names where in all but the most intimate relationships and interactions you call others by descriptive 'nicknames' based on what you observe about the person, what you want them to know that you notice, etc. There is a TON of cultural meaning in WHAT you decide to call someone and it can be a power play or something that gives the other person a lot of information about your intentions. But basically the full "meaning" of the taboo and when it's appropriate/normal to use a personal name is never exactly clarified. But for a while as a reader you're just taking the piss because there's a scene where a character dramatically "reveals" his "real" name and it's very serious and emotional at the time but as the story goes on and you know more, it becomes clear that he was just fucking lying

i'm putting so much effort into streamlining how characters word things, making slang roll off the tongue and SOUND and feel natural and intuitive, making the technologies feel as normal as any technology we have around us.

like. most lighting is bioluminescent. But I'm not gonna point out bioluminescent lighting because who walks into a room and notices that the lights are electric. what you would notice is old electric bulbs with spiderwebs on them vs. new LED lights, and that's richer and more detail-laden stuff.

and after SO much hard work the descriptions feel so lush and rich and crunchy. I'm making it sound all Complex. It's fun. It's REALLY fun. there are zombies.

I've worldbuilt the most random things. I've invented a bunch of bioengineered cat breeds for this book. I made up a sport where goats race up a wooden pyramid and try to stay on top for the longest period and wrote a kentucky derby style narration for it. I designed a bobbit worm themed dress. not to mention. all the elaborate names for female criminals such as Gory Gertrude.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

AAAAAAAAA I HOPE YOUR REQUESTS AREN'T CLOSED YET

I'd like to please request for fuegoleon and nozel with wife s/o where they have been busy with work for awhile and even forget a special day like maybe her birthday or their anniversary or maybe a date that they promised to take her to buy stood her up and it's the last straw and s/o is very sad and quiet and the boys are afraid that she's had enough of them and wants to leave? Happy ending please

Hurt/comfort fic that goes both ways like the guys comfort s/o and s/o also assures them that she wouldn't leave them

Oh some hurt-comfort my beloved~ The thing that I really love about this request is that it's very human. The guys live a busy life and forgetting happens. They're only human. But there is love and healing in communication. Anyways, I do hope that you like this! ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: Hurt-comfort Warnings: Angsty themes, the guys are tied up with work and don't show appreciation to reader, there is a happy end tho Total length: ~1.7k

Fuegoleon

It wasn’t that you didn’t understand that your husband was a busy man. It really wasn’t. That much had been established from the very start. A good portion of the fate of the kingdom lied on his shoulders, and it had been one of the things that had made you so proud of him.

But… you had expected that he would make time for you. That you’d be… maybe not the centre of his universe, but that at least he’d continue to put effort into your relationship even after marriage.

And he had, for some time, but… lately… over a long time of ‘lately’… Work had been much more important. Long days, meetings, missions, reports, everything that at this point seemed more like an excuse to be everywhere but home. Especially granted that when he got back, he withdrew himself.

Which made you think that, that wasn’t the man you married.

But your anniversary was coming up, and you had, in passing, talked about it a month back, so perhaps it’d serve as a start of a new chapter for you two. Because, up until now, he had never missed one.

Up until now.

As you sat there, in your shared bedroom all dressed up after having waited for hours for him to come home and go… somewhere… He hadn’t. Not as much as a word, or a message… Nothing. And it really made you think about the life you were living.

Because though you didn’t want to be alone, at least you’d be free to look for someone else if you weren’t committed to anyone. It was a thought you had never imagined to even occur to you at the start of your relationship, or marriage, for that matter. But not there was something so… beckoning, in it. It was sharp and almost sickening in its disappointment.

But it was also tempting.

The room door opened, and your husband entered.

You glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. Not even as his eyes turned to you, and he just stood there, in silence. In the silence that now echoed in the room around you.

Until he took a step, and another one. Those heavy, almost apprehensive steps, and crouched down next to your seat while putting his hand onto your leg.

“Honey?” He asked while searching for your gaze, which you didn’t give. Too many emotions. Too many harsh syllables, but most importantly, too much silence. Because what were you going to say anyways.

He waited for a while, looking at your outfit, your posture, slumped forward, but most importantly he looked at your eyes. He looked at how you looked into nothingness.

You were making decisions, he knew as much. Thoughts were swirling in your head, and these thoughts he didn’t like. They filled him with dread, as he could imagine what they must’ve been. He could, but he didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry for forgetting,” he finally spoke through the silence. “I’m… I haven’t been performing well as a husband lately and I…” he trailed off, not sure what to say.

“It’s not about ‘performing’,” you replied, because the word ‘performing’ sounded too much like he was putting on a show. “I don’t want someone who goes through the motions. I just want you to be there.” Tears started collecting in your eyes, because the clutter of emotions in your heart was trying to get away from the confines that were you.

He got up enough to sit on the arm rest of the chair and wrapped his arms around you in a warm, gentle embrace. “I want to be there for you,” he whispered. “And I’ll promise to do better, because I… do love you and I don’t want to lose you,” he spoke, and in his tone you could sense a hint of dread. Because the idea of really losing you shook him.

You leaned in to his embrace, because you could feel the regret of what he had failed to do. But most importantly, you could feel the love that was radiating from him.

“Don’t leave,” he still whispered against you hair.

And you placed your hand onto his leg while nudging him with your head. “I won’t,” you promised him.

It was a ‘down’ of your marriage. But you’d make it through. You were certain about it. Because he wasn’t, and you weren’t, the type of a person to just simply give up.

And, you knew that you’d both try. You’d try to tell him when you needed time with him, and he’d try to arrange it. Or then you could, at the very least, talk about your emotions. Feel heard and understood. Because your husband would.

You knew that he would.

You were in it together, and he was right there, now that you needed him.

Nozel

Nozel had a bad habit of shutting himself away from you when he got busy. He always had had it. And he had explained that it was because he didn’t want to burden you with his worries. That he didn’t want to cause you any unnecessary stress and worry. Which at the beginning you had deemed sweet and caring.

But… now that you were married, and he was going through something that seemed like an endless busy season at work, you wondered if this was the life you had really signed up for. Because you had, during that time, asked him about his day, asked about work, and it had just turned into him shutting down even more. It was like he was avoiding you.

Though you knew that not to be the case, because he did have a schedule, and after glancing at it, not a single thing in there seemed to be crafted. All of it was ‘meaningful’. But still, you really would have wanted to at least… just to hear about him. Spend an evening, and hour a day, by just chatting. Connecting. Being husband and wife and it just wasn’t… doing it.

And it made you wonder if Nozel had, at its most core level, married you just out of necessity or tradition. That he had found someone that he could marry, but not that he really wanted to be with you. Just that it was tolerable.

It was a bitter thought. A very, very bitter thought which didn’t reflect the man who had bared open his soul to you, to reveal a kind and caring man underneath all the layers.

But that wasn’t how you felt now. It wasn’t how you had felt for a long time, and it… didn’t feel like he appreciated you. Though he had promised to take you on a date.

Tonight.

You had gone to buy a new dress, new lingerie and did your hair. Placed a Silva hairclip into your hair and deemed yourself to look like you were fitting to the title of ‘Lady Silva’.

You sat into a chair, and waited. And waited… and waited… for him to come home and pick you up.

Only that he didn’t.

He didn’t come around until hours later. And you still sat there, in that chair, but now anticipation had turned into a swaying sea of turmoiling thoughts.

As he just stood there. In the entry way.

“We… were supposed to go out on the 14th?” He said, which sounded almost like he was trying to reason something out, correct a misunderstanding.

Only that as he had spoken it out, he realised that it was the 14th.

It was… the 14th…

He closed the door behind him and walked over to you, as if a ghost, as you just stared blankly ahead of yourself.

He crouched down, but he didn’t try to meet your gaze. Instead he just stared blankly ahead of himself as well.

“I’m…” he whispered through the silence of the room. “I’m… sorry…” it sounded like those words would always be as difficult for him to utter. But he did, utter.

However, as you stayed silent, wondering what exactly to reply, because you didn’t feel that ‘it’s okay’ was the right thing to say, your silence… it terrified him.

He knew that he wasn’t … good when it came to expressing himself. He knew that he had sharp, ragged corners and that he was difficult to love, but it… It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have loved you.

What terrified him was that he had made himself harder to be loved by you. Perhaps even too hard to love, to be loved, by you. “I’ll…. I’ll make it up to you.” He promised in a way that only a repenting man can.

And in that promise, in his tone, in his eyes that were still down, as if deeming himself unworthy of gazing to you.

“I’ll get you anything you want,” he continued, without thinking, but meaning well.

“I don’t want something you can buy,” you replied, breaking your own silence.

And he stayed silent. Repenting even harder.

“I want to be with you. That’s why I married you, and I’ve been just feeling like I… don’t…” you didn’t want to say ‘matter’, but it seemed, from his hunched shoulders, that he heard you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, this time with a more definite tone as he got up and wrapped his arms around you, pressing your head against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I don’t…” he tried, but confidence failed him. The words he didn’t want to utter, got stuck in his throat, but instead he pushed out different ones. Ones that spoke out his fear. “Don’t… leave…”

You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as a faint, passing tremor passed through him, as if trembling.

Yes… trembling.

“I’m right here…” you whispered back, because you were there. Yes, thoughts that had made you question your relationship had swirled in your head, but it wasn’t like he was doing something… less than necessary, with his time. He was working. And he had opened up so much during the time you had been together. So… he was trying.

And he was there, now, when you needed him. Which is what count.

“I love you,” he professed with a whisper, but one that resonated with your heart strings. And that made you have faith in you two, again.

[pjsk-writin]

I love your writing dude, glad your reqs are open! Like always, don't overwork yourself with these and get some rest! :]

We're all used to Rui getting us super flustered, but I've been thinking abt when he could get flustered... there has to be something that makes him a blushing mess and I've got a few ideas! If you don't mind, maybe reader is testing out a few pet names and realises that Rui immediately stops and turns to reader completely dumbstruck the moment they call him "my moonlight"!

AAAAAAAAA FLUSTERED, BLUSHING RU- sorry, my inner demons came out (/j)...

GIGGLING congrats guys i hope all the rui fans enjoy flustered rui !! tysm and i hope u like this !! <3

☆ MY MOONLIGHT - Rui Kamishiro x Reader

In terms of who can fluster who the most, Rui is usually the person who comes out on top. He has all the tricks and knows everything to make you blush

This obviously frustrates you to no end, and you insist to him that you'll find a way to fluster him somehow. He simply shoots you his signature grin in response

You'd been doing seemingly everything that he does, from giving random gifts to even surprising him with acts of affection. Still, he doesn't seem too shaken

One day, you have the genius idea of pulling out as many pet names as you can. He loves doing that with you, surely there must be a reason for that

You start off with basic pet names, all of which mostly get a chuckle or a grin from him. You're determined to win this challenge though...

"Beloved? No...Dear? Sweetheart? Apple of my eye?" He just laughs at every single one, eyes sparkling with amusement. "...My moonlight?"

And, much to your surprise and delight, he freezes on the spot, whipping his head towards you with wide eyes. "...I'm sorry, what did you just call me?"

You'd be concerned, if it wasn't for the faint blush across his face. You decide to be bolder, stepping closer to him with a grin, "Is something wrong, my moonlight?"

Rui absolutely malfunctions, he feels like he can barely breathe as he meets your gaze, his entire body warming up as his faint, pink blush turns into a bright, rosy red

You've got him just like that, and you call him "my moonlight," after every sentence. He grows impossibly redder, only able to splutter and stumble over his words

You give him any sort of normal affection, like hand holding or a hug, and call him your moonlight? He's absolute putty in your hands, much to his embarrassment

He really tries to get used to it, especially if you say it all the time to tease him. But he just can't, there's something about being your moonlight that's simply...special

And, whether your personality warrants it or not, he starts to call you "my sunshine." Because really, what is the moon without the sun? <3

[fanaticsnail]

AAAAAAAAA!!!! SAPSORROW LORE!!!!!

Her story is so sad I can understand why she felt so anguished and took drastic measures out of anger. It makes so much sense in a way that doesn't try to justify the pain she's caused and continues to try to cause and it's all the more beautiful for it. Of course she's a victim who's choices are stripped from her but so too are her victims.

I support women's rights, but more importantly I support women's wrongs.

Also the fake out where for a moment I thought our Governess was talking to a princess?? The parallels? The way Mihawk's agate stone is left waiting for it's final command, the true desires of Sapsorrow beyond her need for revenge.

“And any words she brings onto you harbouring doubt, I will smother you in nothing but kindness and love to reassure you.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love Governess and Peronas and Zoros relationship so much

(insert Irish "Back off ye spooky bitch!" Here)

"I love you, my lady. We both do, don't we Zoro?" And the hug????? Are you trying to kill me, snail???

The letterrrrrrrr....... Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

They're so Romance, I love them

Governess addressing Sapsorrow and offering her to walk down the aisle with her so she might share a happy ending is so sweet and brave to show such kindness knowing it might anger her more and be met with scorn. Sapsorrow admitting she's going after Croc next!!! Her hinting to Rosinante and Law!!!!

Her allowing herself to feel some warmth and conceding to the Governess that she might move forward in her story of her own volition, not compelled or controlled by anyone else the way Sapsorrow was. Her allowing her her choice when her own was taken from her unfairly, letting her try for a happy ending even though she didn't get one, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAAA.

“The Sun-Dress is my favourite, my lady,” oh stawp it you're going to make me blush!

“If I had a heart, I would even show mercy on Red-Hair for such a fine craft. But alas, I do not.” AHAHA I found this absolutely hilarious despite knowing it only spells trouble for Shanks. But it's okay, I will laugh at his pain.

THE LONGING GAZES!!!! THE LOVE LOST EXPRESSIONS!!!! THE AFFECTION!!!!!

Corpse bride reference????? Thematically appropriate, actually.

Not Zoro getting teary eyed!!! I'm right there with you, babe, don't you worry

Without hesitation, Mihawk clasped your wrist, holding your hand in place as his tongue danced around your fingertips to skillfully rid them from the honey. Your shocked expression was shrouded by the presence of Mihawk’s thumb within your own lips, prompting you to perform a similar action to suck the sticky substance to rid its presence from his digits. -- SIR. SIR. SIR. THERE ARE PEOPLE WATCHING. THERE IS A PRIEST PRESENT. SIR PLEASE. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! ONE OF US HAS TO BE UNDER CONTROL HERE!!

Good God. Let me just take a moment for the word smithing of our talented writer who has a way with describing kisses.

Okay, I can't wait any longer.

The inclusion of the tradition is such a creative addition!! The drama!! The fun!! I know that Buggy's rapscallion behaviour is only a vessel for your mischief Snail, you can't fool me. But he is very rascally and himself, you write him so well.

I can't wait for Mihawk to officially fulfill his destined role as Mr "Where is my wife?"

"Hell hath no fury like a woman cursed by the law to marry her own father" - FanaticSnail

Sapsorrow: The Storyteller

I cannot marry my father // I cannot ignore the law // I cannot shame the king // But the ring-- is the ring-- is the ring--//

Her heart bares such great sadness, so she must bare into others the same curse of sadness; in hopes their outcomes be changed to a more desirable outcome.

I'm so glad you noticed the parallels! As the Princess' governess attempted to console her in her sorrow, she, as spectral queen, was comforted by a new governess now bound to Mihawk - a love she truly would have wanted for herself.

But also, yes: "Back off 'ya spooky betch"

I love how you've enjoyed her relationships and interactions with Perona and Zoro. I've thoroughly enjoyed writing their development. Little glazed eyes Zoro, squeaky Perona - they love their adoptive parents (their "mother" young enough to be their sister or favourite aunt, rather than biological).

Also, yes to Mihawk doing these displayed of unbridled lust in public. And who could blame him? He's in love!

Buggy kidnapping her to uphold a Kuraigana tradition will never not be funny to me. Gotta give the new husband a sense of panic as his bride is now lost to him.

I wonder what he will do to win back her adoration......

He's yet to hold a physical conversation with his wife aside for his vows to her, and now he has to hunt for her and woo her officially.

I hope the hunt doesn't take too long, the food is starting to get cold.

[doobea]

Hello! I've following your blog recently, but I like your headcanons and writing style!! Your blog is so comfortable omgomg😭😭🛐🛐🛐

Can I ask any guys from bllk with tall reader? It's just that there are so few works about the tall reader aaaaaaaaa-

Perhaps the reader's height will be about 185 cm, but plus high-soled shoes and the reader's height becomes 192 cm??

Thanks in advance!! Good luck to you and take care of yourself!!

I would prefer to remain anon, but you can call me 🍥anon if you don't mind ٩( ᐛ )و

(Sorry for my English, this language is not my native language)

omg that's so sweet of you to say!! those vibes are exactly what I wanna give off for my blog so I'm glad you think that way ;-; and omg your english is perfect dw abt it hehe - i hope you enjoy!!

contents: tall!reader, gn!reader, sfw, like super fluffy its insane, established relationships, narration heavy, word vomit, small time-skip for bachira, 5'9 isn't small but I guess in this context it is LOL characters mentioned: bachira, nagi a/n: imma be real for a sec... irl im like 5'1 (155cm) and my bf is like 5'10.5 (179cm) so im gonna try my best to capture some height dynamics here LOL

Some people might say that having a drastic height difference could be a bit too much and that one partner may end up feeling insecure. Bachira Meguru didn't think so. Bachira never really gave a second thought to his height nor does he care that if some might call him short - it was never a concern. But one thing he will admit is that he absolutely adores your height and how you tower over him and everyone else in the class.

The silly crush started out so small that Bachira didn't even realize it evolved into something more until the day he memorized all your small habits. He took notice of how you had to slouch more than the usual student because the small desks didn't accommodate your height. When lunch came around, you were always the first one to get up and spend at least five minutes stretching out your limbs before running to the first-floor cafe. If there was an out-of-reach item, you were essentially the designated person to go to.

And he memorized your flustered profile - the way the blood rushed to your ears, how you shuffled awkwardly and tried to cover your face with your fingers - when he first confessed to you.

"I like you, do you wanna go out?"

He loved planning sleepovers with you when you guys were living separately, often too many times he's showing up to your doorstep with a bag filled with everything but a change in clothes just so he could steal your oversized ones. "Sorry that this keeps happening." He would say, but his infectious smile would give away his true intentions. When you guys felt comfortable taking the relationship to the next phase he suggested an apartment in the city. His kleptomaniac hands wouldn't leave your t-shirts alone after that.

Teasing and play fighting are common between the two of you, mainly because Bachira loves instigating and it always ends with him tangled between your long limbs. "I'm tired, let's just stay like this for the rest of the night, yeah?"

The only downside of the height difference is whenever photos have to be taken. It's either you take up the entire frame and he has to sacrifice his half or he has to find someone to take a full body shot that always ends up blurry because no one can hold a phone still enough these days.

"Hm, I don't look good in this one." You say, scrolling through the recently filled camera roll. "They made me look like a giant next to you, Meguru."

"Guess we'll have to hire a professional next time!" Bachira chimes and prays that you don't look through his phone history where he had recently purchased two shiny rings.

⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

There are three things that most people know about Nagi Seishiro. One, he's basically a genius without even trying it's almost scary. Two, he doesn't really talk to anyone aside from Reo. Three, he is tall. Never does a day go by where he doesn't hear people whispering all the shallow reasons about how they're jealous of his stature - the common one being how it's the perfect height to gain a woman's attraction. But relationships weren't his concern, it wasn't even in the top five things that he cared about.

Not until you transferred to his school.

You immediately caught everyone's attention. You usually stand at the same height as his best friend but, due to your added platforms, you became the tallest student in the class. It wasn't a surprise soon after that everyone wanted to give you Valentine's Day chocolate, male and female students alike. You turned all of them down.

Strange, Nagi remembers thinking but he was glad that he had more breathing room now.

Before he knew it, you were slowly integrating into his circle - which really didn't consist of much but if Reo had taken a liking to you that must mean you're a good person.

"They're just like you, except more talkative." His best friend teased and Nagi couldn't help but grow curious.

The trio hangouts later turn into 'Reo forgot he had private tutoring again so I guess it's just us'. Which then turned into 'Let's hit up the arcade after classes' to 'Wanna study for this exam back at my place' to 'Wait, are we supposed to be kissing right now'?

Right, Nagi isn't used to the concept of being in a relationship.

He wasn't exactly sure what caused his initial attraction to you, but he was glad that he didn't have to strain his neck to kiss you, he was glad that he doesn't have to second guess about placing items around your shared living space since you can easily grab it, and he was glad that he can finally experience what's it like to be a little spoon.

"I gotta use the restroom, Sei."

Nagi groans in protest and tightens the grasp he has with your arms, sinking in deeper into your chest. "Five more minutes and then you can go."

[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 26: Sweet Angel ✍️

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: pergnancy stuff is over bc the BABIES ARE BORN, sad stuff, lots of tears, Mav and Goose have a fight, and... something we've been all waiting for!

A/N: THE BABIES ARE HERE AAAAAAAAA

Watching Rooster running around the room like a headless chicken would have been funnier if you weren't in so much pain. C-section was scheduled for tomorrow, but apparently, the Bradshaw-Mitchell twins couldn't wait a minute longer. 

Carole and JJ Bradshaw-Mitchell are born after an emergency C-section in which Bradley grabbed your hand at every turn. They have their father's eyes, and Bradley cries when you mention it. While the babies rest on your chest, he kisses your forehead, thanking you over and over again for 'making him the happiest man on Earth'. 

That makes you cry. You can't understand completely what it means to have a father as a kid because you never had one. The twins won't have to go through that. They'll be surrounded by love and family. 

Once you're in your room, watching Bradley be completely enamored with his baby girl while JJ sleeps in your arms, you hear a soft knock on the door. There, with a big bouquet of sunflowers, is Jake. Maverick is right behind, fighting with Goose to see who gets to hold the babies first. You shake your head, chuckling at the two grownups that look like kids. 

"Oh, dear, they're here. They're truly here!" Jake mutters softly, his eyes darting from one twin to another. He snorts once he sees the pink bundle in Bradley's arms. "Man, you can't have favorites already." 

"I don't have a favorite, JJ is a mommy's boy, and I can't even hold him. He starts crying." Rooster pouts, looking at his baby boy. 

"I would cry too if I had to look at that face." Goose says as he stands next to your bed, caressing JJ's cheek with his finger. "Congrats, little Mav." 

You smile at the nickname, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. "Thank you, Goose." 

Maverick looks at Carole, Bradley offering to hold her, but he refuses. You frown. "Why don't you want to hold your granddaughter?"

"I want to but… I don't know if I should." 

Bradley looks at him, a frown of his own. "Why would you say that?" 

"What, Mav, scared of betraying another Bradshaw?" Goose quips, but you know that it's not just a joke. The tone he uses, harsh and blunt, denotes that he means every word. 

"I didn't betray any Bradshaw." Maverick defends himself, moving closer to Goose. 

"You betrayed me, the first Bradshaw. You betrayed my son, that's two Bradshaws. And I'm completely sure that if Carole were alive, he would have felt betrayed as well." Goose remarks the last words by pressing a finger on Mav's chest. You look at Jake, silently asking for help. He nods, stepping between the two men. 

"Okay, buddies, it's time to stop." 

"No, I think it's time to end this, because I'm honestly tired of being looked at as a traitor." Mav moves Jake away, standing in front of Goose with fire burning in his eyes. "Your wife asked me to pull his papers, Nick. It was her last wish. And she asked me to do it because she knew that none of you would listen to her. I tried to refuse because Bradley is my godson, how could I do that to him? But Carole insisted and used the 'I'm dying' card…" 

Silence falls in the room, not a breath can be heard. Bradley and Nick exchange glances; the first has tears in his eyes; the second, you can't tell because you can only see his back. 

"How can I know that you're telling the truth?" Goose mutters, his tone softer than before. 

Maverick grabs an envelope from his jacket, which is yellow due to the passing of the years. It says "Maverick" in beautiful handwriting. "I came here to give this to Bradley and to apologize. He's not only my godson, he's the father of my grandkids, and I owe him the truth." He gives the envelope to Goose and sits on the bed. "But you should read it first." 

You grab Mav's hand, and he gives you a sad smile and a wink, but doesn't let go of your hand. 

"This is… the letter she left for you after she died." Goose recognizes the envelope. He was the one who bought them for her when she asked to write letters. 

"Can you read it aloud, dad?" 

Goose nods at his son's words and clears his throat before starting to read. 

Dear Pete, 

I know that I asked too much of you, but it's the only thing I've ever asked for. You know better than anyone how painful it was to see Goose lying on that hospital bed after your accident. I can't leave this life knowing that my son, my dear and sweet Bradley, will be facing the same dangerous situations, if not worse, just because I couldn't stop him. 

And I know his dad will never do it, that's why I asked you. I need you to stop Bradley from becoming an aviator. I don't know how you're gonna do it, I just want to rest and be sure that my kid is not gonna crash and burn before he turns 40. I want him to live a long life, fall in love, marry, and have kids. Watch them grow up and go to school, and teach them how to tie their shoelaces and make cookies, even though Bradley doesn't know how to cook. I hope he learns, though. He's gonna starve. 

I'll be praying that this last wish I make won't bring you problems with my boys. I know they're a bit temperamental, but you three are a family, and families stick together in the worst moments. 

I hope you two will always be together. 

Take care, Mav. 

Love, 

Carole.

"Who's gonna tell Carole that you had kids before marriage?" Goose cracks a joke while wiping away tears and holding the letter close to his heart. 

Bradley chuckles, wiping his face with the sleeves of his black hoodie. "She would have a heart attack." 

Goose takes a deep breath and turns around to look at Maverick. "Get up." 

"If you're gonna punch me, please don't do it in front of the kids." Mav says, but instead of getting punched, he gets a big, heartfelt hug from the wizzo. 

"You didn't have to wait all these years to tell me that you were honoring my wife's dying wish." Goose pats Mav's back, and for the first time in months, you see something that you have never seen. 

You see Mav break down. He finally allows himself to be free from the burden that latched onto his heart and wouldn't allow him to breathe. 

Jake steps in front of Bradley, taking baby Carole from his arms and nodding to Mav. "They need you." 

Bradley nods and hugs the two men, crying like he did when he realized his babies had his eyes. These three men finally had the closure that they deserved. 

Jake sits next to you on the bed, playing with Carole’s fingers. "Thank you." 

You look at him, not understanding why he's thanking you. "Why?" 

"If you hadn't appeared in Bradley's life… this wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be a dad, Goose and Mav would be arguing still… You and the babies have fixed this family."

The three men turn to look at you, smiling. "We have to tell you something." 

Mav's words make you panic a bit. "Please, no more family secrets. I think this one has had its fair share of secrets for a lifetime."

"We've changed your call sign. Officially." Bradley says, tilting his head while showing you that cute, teasing smile of his. "Because you don't deserve to have a call sign that triggers such bad memories." 

"Do they know…?" 

"No. That's something you have to share, if you ever want to. Not my story to tell, babe." He then grabs the patch that Goose has in his pocket. 

'Hen Mitchell'

"So now I'm Hen?" 

"Of course, you have to fit in with the Birdshaws." Bradley states, and you snort. 

"Did you just change Bradshaw for Birdshaw-" 

"I will deny it." 

"How unfortunate, because I have recorded everything." Jake singsongs, showing his phone. 

“Please, send me that. I need to have blackmail material to show his kids when they grow up.” Mav says, finally holding Carole in his arms. He feels worthy of holding her now, it seems. 

“The kids don’t even have a day!” 

“Well, they’re gonna grow up, eventually.” Goose adds, partnering with Mav once again on his mischievous adventures.

“Goose, we need to get them flying suits!” 

“Do they make it in such small sizes?” Goose questions, holding JJ in his arms.

Bradley, Jake, and you watch the two aviators holding their grandchildren in their arms. A new generation of Bradshaws and Mitchells. 

“Jake, are you taking pictures?” 

“Lots of them.”

“Oh, shit.” Goose mumbles. “I have something for you, little Mav.” 

“For me?”

Goose hands you a yellow envelope similar to the one Maverick just pulled out. “Carole wrote this for… Bradley’s future wife. She wrote a lot of letters for her and gave them to me so I could give them to her on very special occasions. The day after he proposed, the wedding day, the arrival of the first child... I think you deserve to know a bit more about the woman who raised Bradley.” 

He gives you the letter, and you look at Bradley, who shrugs. “I don’t know anything about this, Hen.” 

You open the envelope and read the letter. The first line always makes you cry. Was it intentional? Did Carole know that somehow you’d end up being called like that? Life works in mysterious ways.

Dear Mother Hen,

I know, I know. This is an emotional day. Lots of things are happening and it seems like you’re not going to be able to handle everything but let me assure you something: if you got so far, that means you can handle this and more. After all, you have to be a strong woman if you had married my son. 

Her words make your heart hurt. What would she think if she found out that her son had kids without being married? Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? It’s hard to know, you only know her for the things that Mav, Goose and Bradley have been telling you. How she was the prettiest girl wherever she went, how she dressed like a movie star, how she loved to dance and sing and take pictures with her husband’s Polaroid camera. She was an angel. 

What matters now is that you remember this: you are not alone. You have him, you have my husband, and you have Mav, who will offer to babysit whenever you want him to. He loves to take naps with the babies. You should see the number of pictures we have of him napping with baby Bradley in his arms. 

You have a family, sweetheart. It’s impossible for me to know your backstory, if you have a good family of your own, or if you are alone in the world, but since the moment this baby (or babies, knowing my family, you could have twins) is born, you won’t ever be alone. You have a little kid who will love you forever, unconditionally, and without any reserve. The kid, and the father, will be with you. Always. Never forget that. 

This is the beginning of your family. Family is not the one you’re born with, but the one you choose. You chose Bradley. And now you have a baby. I know there’s gonna be more in the future. It’s hard to resist a Bradshaw man with a baby. Baby fever kicks in every time. It’s a shame I never got the chance to have more babies. Poor Bradley grew up as an only child. 

Well, my love. I have to go. This is the last letter I’m writing for you. I’ve been with you in all the important events, but it’s time for you to fly on your own. I could give you a thousand tips on how to raise your kid, but I’m sure times have changed and nothing I’d say will be useful anymore. 

Remember you are not alone. You have a family. 

Rely on them. Let them help you. 

Lots of love, 

You mother-in-law. 

“Hey, hey, sweets, why are you crying?” Bradley hugs you close, careful to not hurt you or pull a stitch from your belly. 

Carole’s words have finally made you realizethat you’re not alone. You’ve never been. You have had Red since way back. You had Mav since the moment you walked in the Hard Deck all those months ago. You have Jake, since that morning he told you that he would be your brother. And, more importantly, you have had Bradley since the moment you saw him. You know that he will always be there for you, to help you and to make every step of this journey a lot easier. 

But also, you had the wizzos, Jesse, Mickey and Bob who had been there whenever you needed to laugh or to rant about Bradley being too overprotective and not letting you get up from bed for the past month. 

You also had the girls, those insane, crazy, and lovely women who had been giving you the best maternity advice ever, who had been there every time your hormones took the best out of you, and made you cry for hours. 

You had a family way before the kids were born. It just took you a while to realize. And as Carole said, family helps you when you need them the most. You can rely on them. 

You need to rely on them. Now. Before this situation gets worse. 

“I-I have to tell you something.” You confess, holding to his arm for dear life. 

“We’ll be outside.” Jake gets up from the bed, ready to exit the room, but you hold his arm. 

“I need to talk to all of you. Please. You’re my family.” 

Mav and Jake, who had been waiting for you to say that since God knows when, sit next to you on the bed. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

Mav’s chest swells with pride when you call him dad, and he’s ready to fight whoever is hurting his daughter. 

“Dad… There's this girl who believes I murdered her brother."

“Wait, you said abuser?” Jake looks at you, holding your hands. “We’re gonna need to hear the whole story.” 

“Wait, you mean… Steve’s sister?” Bradley asks you and when you nod, he tightens his jaw. "So you had to put up with your ex being a fucking abuser, and now you have to deal with the psycho sister?"

You take a deep breath. “You’re not gonna like this.” 

You tell them the story, watching as their faces go from pure terror to straight up anger. They’re ready to protect you from that girl. Whatever it takes. 

“Nobody is gonna hurt you here, little Mav. We’re not gonna let that happen.” 

“You only focus on resting now, okay? Leave it to us. We'll come up with something." Jake assures you before kissing your forehead and leaving the room, followed by Goose and Mav. Once he’s in front of the elevator, he turns around and looks at the older men. “We need to do something.”

“Yeah but… we cannot go find that girl and… threaten her. I mean, she could sue us or something.” Mav retorts, pressing the button to call the elevator. 

“Well, we can’t. But I know someone who can. And you don’t want to make her angry.” 

“Who is it?”

“My wife.”

[the-kr8tor]

Woo today's my momma's birthday! I apologise if this is short because of it lol Daily Hobie HC! Hobie would be the most gorgeous muse- like he looks good every angle. Your sketchbook is filled with multiple unfinished and finished scribbles of this gorgeous man, and he doesn't mind it at all. He likes seeing the way you'll glance up at him with a small smile as he rambles on about any possible projects he's thinking of pursuing while both of you have hot cocoa, with yours still only having been drank half-way on the bedside table. Hobie knows you're listening by the way you're still able to ask relevant questions, pointing out any possible flaws in his projects when he asks for feedback on his plan so he can completely proof it. All while, your pencil works flawlessly (flaw-fully, in your mind) on your page, outlining every detail, working to add shading and lighting to your messy sketch of him. You look up momentarily, staring closely at his eyes. It flusters him whenever you do so, but he's learned to press it down and keep his nonchalant demeanor..for now. He admires the way you can depict him so perfectly on page, whether your reference is a photo on your phone, or just him moving around and talking. He loves the way you manage to get all the details, such as his dimples whenever he beams at you, or just the way his nose slightly scrunches up when he's slightly groggy. Although you dont have a full proper sketch, he notices your little doodles in the corners of the pages, usually showing him in some more extravagant action that you aren't ready to do a detailed sketch of. Either way, he loves every single one of your pieces, and he will always feel honored that you love to use him as your muse. His favourite piece of yours is one you swear to burn every time you see it..yet it's still in one piece. You had tried to sketch him out playing his guitar, yet it didn't meet your standards. Hobie had to practically pickpocket it out of your hands to prevent you from ripping it. He keeps it as a folded note somewhere hidden in his room, teasing you with it whenever you come to hang out. Every time you draw him, he's learned that he can't properly get how much he loves it across to you with words, so he immediately goes to attack your face with big kisses, not stopping until he hears your laughter and you surrendering, admitting that it's good. AAAAAAAAA- -🐦‍⬛

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 🐦‍⬛ ANON'S MOM!!! Tell her Happy birthday for me and I wish her lots of 🎂🎂🎂 💕

Daily Hobie HC!!!

This reminds me sm of my older artist! Reader fic right here!!! (I ate here ngl) I bet this is what happened after it!

This is so cute!!!!! I honestly think he'd subtly stop what he's doing and pose for you once he realizes you're drawing him 🥺🥺🥺

Oh him loving every piece of art you do even though you don't has me all 🥰🥰😍😍 (his hand in marriage pls) and Him keeping it all to himself?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I bet he has it all in one box for safekeeping

[katyspersonal]

your mutual friend group is terrifying and i love it

PFFFFTTTTtttTttTT I am glad to hear this, anon xD Honestly my random morbid cannibalism jokes is not even our final form, usually it goes more like:

nobody:

me, hyperexcited: GUYYYS GUYS I just realised something after playing BLORBOrne for 50th time, I am such a dumbass ahaha! Turns out that there is a very hard to see detail in the data of Boris (datamined by Russian hackers: ( x ))! The shade of his right eye is kinda white-ish which lines up with theme of losing eye color upon becoming a furry, so despite boasting about his grip he has been secretly reading furry pr0n comics more than he should have! (tagged: #blorborne #boris the cocksucker #blorborne observation #as usual I notice this kind of shit too late AAAAAAAAA #listen it is 5 AM don't @ me)

someone: Katy pls I don't even know who Boris IS 😭

me: What do you mean, he is an easy to miss summon in Horse-Plinked Village!!! By the way, there is a bunch of lore that can be concluded from his items that he never uses but they are in the game files, even though he doesn't have any dialogue!

someone: 😭😭😭

my friends FANDOMette, Wow and Chicken: *reblogging* (tagged: #this is sooooo interesting #really nice observation I never thought about that #I am NOT normal about this #blorborne #boris the cocksucker #nice to finally see more ideas about boris)

fareehaandtheitalians: Girl this is incredible I HAVE NO WORDS, I feel like I am gaining Insight points when I am reading your posts

Jara that reads like 'jara' and not like 'yara' lol: *reblogging* (tagged: #yeah nobody is really safe from corruption in this setting #just like in real life xd #no wonder that I like this game so much because it is just as hopeless as reality #xd #bloorborne)

Chicken: *reblogging from Jara that reads like 'jara'* *screenshot of the tags* GIRL ARE YOU OK 💀💀💀

me: *reblogging from Chicken* NO ONE WITH AT LEAST A BASIC AMOUNT OF BRAINCELLS CAN FEEL OK IT IS NO ONE'S FAULT THAT YOU THINK LIFE IS ANYTHING BUT FARM OF SUFFERING

me and Chicken: *start fighting in the reblogs with progressively ridiculous points about meaning of life and idiotic memes*

fareehaandtheitalians: *already started doodling a meme based on this, as if to immortalize it in a tapestry*

Boom: *reblogging the showdown at its final point when me and Chicken already obliterated one another into a bloody mess* (tagged: #ehehe #stay silly you two!)

other Elden Twink mutuals: *eat popcorn*

Comic: *reblogging* WHY CAN'T YOU TWO BE LEFT WITHOUT BEING WATCHED FOR EVEN ONE DAY?!

Jara that reads like 'jara': Lol I made everything become cursed again xd

Chicken: No, Jara (reads like 'jara'), it is not your fault! You see, none of this would have happened if SOMEONE finally admitted that they are simping for [insert a character that either has the worst haircut in the setting or is so generic-looking that it actually embarrasses me]

robertzombie: *reblogging* She WHAT? People in this fandom have the worst taste I swear

me: You see FRIEND, we will know who ACTUALLY has a bad "taste" when I try a meal out of certain "bird" if you see what I mean.....

Fandomette: KATY NO, DON'T EAT YOUR FRIENDS... You wanted to eat Mewmecolash or something stop 😭

me: WHY ABSOLUTELY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS SO DEADSET ON OUTING MY SECRETS FOR RANDOM PEOPLE TO READ?????? (tagged: #lmao as if anyone is going to read us after shit like this)

Chicken: THIS IS REVENGE FOR YOU MOCKING MY SON SURPHERROTH MWAHAHAHAHA

me: I AM ENDING THIS POINTLESS FIGHT HERE BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU PUNKS I HAVE SOME REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO *spends the rest of the day napping or watching cursed Elden Twink challenges letsplays*

Wow: *messaging me in Discord* Dammit what was THAT hahaha

me: Thank you for NOT having my back as usual, well, at least you are good for finishing a dumb post with lol

[saeneryis]

spicy ezreal nsfw headcanons

Includes: Ezreal x Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: nsfw, risky, gn reader, loud, toys, experimenting, top!ezreal, bottom!ezreal, edging, smut

he loves to boast about his size. most importantly, how long it is, and the things he can do it it. ezreal isn't afraid to use all of the tools at his disposal to please you. (he doesn't always know what's he's doing, but hey! he's read a couple books..) his d1ck is pretty slim, but very long and taken care off, just as his body; his favorite thing about himself is, well.. after his skills, his abs.

kinda' afraid to admit it, but he loves, and i mean, loves sex in random places, including explorations. especially when on explorations. after clearing dozens of void monsters and making sure the perimeter is safe, he will drown you in kisses down from your neck towards your belly and give you the best fuck you've ever felt.

"my g-god... you were this h-horny this entire time?" scoffs. "c-can't believe my trusty sidekick was the kind to wet dream while killing a bunch of monsters... don't get me wrong i- wait.. THERE'S ONEE OVER THERE AAAAAAAAA-"

whenever ezreal is close to cumming he'll begin getting really loud, as any words that try to come out of his mouth will end up as breathy moans showering you in praise about how good you're making him feel right know, and how much he loves you.

he loves to cum inside, over you, or in your mouth, as in his eyes, that's his way of marking you as his.

"can i p-please do it..-" ezreal lets out a moan. "-in-inside...?" he kisses you on the lips with such desperation that you can taste it. "i lo-love you, oh.. my.. my beautiful.. mine... and mine o-only.. ngh.." his breath began getting heavier and you felt his thrusts begin to get sloppier as he collapsed over you, flooding your insides with his cum.

he loves being on top, but isn't closed to the idea of bottoming for you, or even experiment toys. although he'll be hesitant at first. ezreal laying on bed, with his legs lifted, as you're eating his ass out all while jerking his lengthy d1ck off and making him extremely flustered.

he wants to cum so badly, but you keep denying his orgasms; edging him, as he's staring at your eyes looking so needy you don't want to stop.

his face is completely red as you're sucking on his dick while playing with his ass- he can't take it any longer. "i-i'm close..." he whispers, but suddenly, you slowly and gently introduce one of your fingers into him, and a burst of energy surges inside of him. he suddenly got harder. "i.. ngh.." before he could finish, a powerful orgasm struck him and had his legs spasming as cum began to slowly be released from his d1ck, dripping over himself. "ngh... oh... o-oh... that.. let's.." after a short breath. "do it again sometime."

Writer's Note: well that was... fun! i've always liked ezreal, a true shame there isn't as much content about him here as i'd like.. i'm actually writing a longer story about ezreal as well! i'm going for the.. slow burn/eventual smut route >:) but i don't know when i'll get it done, have a great day~ i take requests! it's in my plans to write about most, of it not all, league characters.

[lambtail-tales]

All you have to do is stay

Hajun Yeon x fem!reader (Paradox Live)

Word count: 2035

Paragraphs: 17

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First time posting literally anything of mine ever anywhere aaaaaaaaa idk I wrote this bc I have really fucking terrible brainrot and also I just want Hajun to be soft and stuff. Heads up for implied NSFW I guess? I don't have a beta reader or anything so I did try to edit and do my best despite that! I hope you like it! I didn't mean for it to get this long;;;

I had fun, at least!

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The sun had only barely peeked over the horizon; the sounds of the city coming alive in the morning could be heard outside, and the room was dim with the scarce light of dawn.

This room was not your own, the rumpled shirt that hung loosely from your frame was two sizes too big. The person next to you was quiet. Peaceful. You sat up and blinked sleep away from your eyes. Carefully, you moved to stand up, peeling the blankets away from your lap, making sure that the boy next to you was left undisturbed. Carefully, you tip-toed across the cold floor, opening the door and slipping out. Surely by now, no one else in the house was awake. Most of them kept odd schedules, you had been told, so you were confident that no one would catch you traipsing the halls in the giant shirt you had borrowed. Given the fact you hadn’t bothered to find your skirt, you sure hoped you were right.

Upon making it to the restroom, you closed the door quietly, and turned the sink faucet on to a gentle stream of cold water. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t really see much of a difference. Your face was the same, your hair, though somewhat tousled with a few flyaways here and there, was the same as ever. How you felt, though? You felt…well, definitely changed, though not in a bad way, per se, and that was to say nothing of the dull ache you felt in your body. It was almost like you felt whole, though you hadn’t thought of yourself as less than whole before; it was a strange feeling, to be sure. You began trying to straighten your hair by raking your fingers through it while wondering if maybe this fluttering in your stomach, the buzzing in your chest, or the lightness in your head was allowed. As you leaned over towards the mirror over the sink, you could see your shoulders under the shirt as it fell away, just slightly. Bruises—little ones—running up your neck to your jaw, reminded you of the hands that had held you so carefully the night before. It brought an intense heat to your face as your own name rang in your ears, spoken by the boy in the next room; low, quiet, full of need—like a song. You remembered his lips, soft against your skin, sweet on your own lips, and every single time they left one of the marks on your skin.

This had to cross several lines. Of all people, how and why was it Hajun Yeon? And what’s worse, you felt the strongest desire to keep walking that line. With a new burst of nerves, you splashed yourself in the face with icy water, hoping the feverish warmth in your cheeks would go away, and the play-by-play of your night would stop, though you were alone, and these were but memories playing on the backs of your eyelids, it somehow left you embarrassed—it felt shameful to remember his touch, featherlight, across your waist, carefully picking your shirt up at the hem and helping it away from your body. His breath, hot across your collarbone; It was probably indecent of you, even more so that you wanted to feel everything all over again. You might go so far as to say there was little you wouldn’t do to have his hands on you once more.

This, you were sure, was a sign of something ardent, yet pure still, making its home in your heart, and it was both thrilling and absolutely terrifying. You recalled the look he gave you when you had sat up to begin looking for your discarded clothes on his floor. It was pleading; full of apprehension. He spoke in a whisper through the dark of the room. “It’s late,” he had said, and you thought maybe you felt his body shift a little, as if he was reaching out for you. “You can stay here.” There was a vulnerability that gripped you in that moment—something candid in his request. You had agreed; you could just go home in the morning, you had told yourself, and that was when Hajun handed you his shirt. You looked over yourself in the mirror again, and found yourself grasping a fistful of fabric. He had said so little, but something in his words made them feel like so much.

Looking back to the door, you contemplated your options. You could give in to your fear that screamed you were desperate and naïve—gather your things and make a run for the door and make excuses for yourself later, or you could let your desire and curiosity win out, and crawl right back into the bed down the hall. Maybe you belonged there, maybe you were reading too much into it. You shut the water off and stared at your reflection again. Surely, this wasn’t just a mistake, or a whim—you believed you knew Hajun better than that. Or did you? He was so hard to read sometimes. Either way, you figured maybe you should find out. It wasn’t like there was really any going back at this point, and you really did believe he was the person you thought he was.

You sighed softly to yourself, though it felt like it echoed around you in the tiny room, in this quiet apartment. You made sure to pat the dripping water from your face before you turned back towards the door and opened it, poking your head out and looking around. There was no rustle of clothes, no shuffle of feet, nothing. Quickly and silently, like a ghost, you darted back down the hallway and into the room. Hajun was there still, settled and asleep. He hadn’t even moved. Laughing through your nose, you slid back through the doorway, closing it as quietly as you could so that it made no noise behind you, and carefully, you pulled the blankets back once more, just enough to get back beneath them, and first, you sat there on the edge of the bed, and there was warmth, not only from the man beside you, but from your chest, blooming rapidly at the sight of his delicate features; he looked so different when he was asleep—softer, unguarded. You leaned forward, mind completely occupied by what you could only describe as something immensely lovely. You knew what you wanted, and to you, it just had to be the right choice. He had to be the right choice. You had spent a lot of time with him now—you knew he was kind deep down, and there was something there, behind his eyes, and it had drawn you in so long ago, and it amounted to everything that led up to this very moment. Nothing you had done was a mistake, you assured yourself. You leaned over and, softly, you pressed a careful kiss to his cheek. mindful not to let your hair fall onto his face. Sitting back, you watched him for a few moments longer, and the rise and fall of his chest was still steady and slow. He hadn’t woken up, and that was fine by you. You wriggled back under the blankets, curling up besides him again, this time more sure of your own feelings. What you had been so afraid of only moments before, you couldn’t remember anymore.

Your mind raced with thoughts. Though this was the first night spent in the same bed, how many more could there be? Would you be able to keep count? What would he think seeing you still taking up half of his bed when he did wake up? You couldn’t say what time it was when you first woke up, or for how long you pondered these silly little girlish things, but eventually, you found yourself drifting again. You curled up tight, peeking over the fluffy comforter once more, smiling. You couldn’t wait to tell him so, so many things. Good morning, good night, I missed you…

“I love you, Hajun…” The sleepy sigh passed your lips, and you didn’t want to fight the exhaustion any longer. Sleep overtook you, just as the sun colored the sky bright with the morning.

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Only when you were surely asleep did Hajun sit up slowly, eyes studying the woman in his bed carefully. The truth was, though he would never admit it, though he had wanted this—wanted you—there was the terrifying thought in the back of his mind that you would be gone this morning and he would be alone again, not truly wanted. He knew you better than that, but some traumas were not so easy to will away, and maybe he might always be scared of being left behind forever, but at the very least, not so much today. He had woken up when you got out of the bed, and his heart pounded, hard. His blood felt like it was freezing over when he heard the soft rush of air as the door opened. He waited, silently, eyes still shut while your side of the bed began to grow colder, until he heard the click of the doorknob to his room again. He heard your little laugh as you circled the bed before sitting next to him, and felt the smile in your timid kiss after what he assumed was a moment of you observing him. Something about it felt incredible and perfect, and definitely alien to him. Perhaps it was just the feeling of being wanted? Though he thought it humorous that you hadn’t figured out that he had been awake this whole time; the way you took care not to disturb him as you got back in his bed (which was unexpectedly bold, at least of someone like you, he thought) was very much like you; soft, considerate. There was some time spent laying beside you, silent and unmoving. He couldn’t be sure what time it was. He figured maybe he could “wake up” now, hearing your breathing slow and feeling you sink deeper into the bed. You had fallen asleep again. He couldn’t really blame you, he thought to himself, grinning as he recalled you catching your breath, catching the smallest of moans on one or two of them. And then, those words that snapped him out of it, and felt like they stopped time around him, words that hit him harder than perhaps anything anyone could think to say to him. “I love you, Hajun…”

You said you loved him. He had heard it plenty of times before, sure. Between his fans, and Anne and Allen, it had been said before, but this was on a grander scale. It made his pulse quicken, and his stomach twist. He wanted to hear it again, though you probably believed he hadn’t even heard it the first time, and maybe you had only said it in a state of half-asleep delerium. Still though, he smiled to himself, thinking of ways to tease you into saying it again later, fully conscious and to his face. That would be fun.

Then, Hajun looked at the clock in his room. He would normally be getting up to go for his morning run by now, but maybe he could go just a little later. He was enjoying this time spent with you, simple as it may have been. Anne might tease him about it later—surely they had figured it out when they came back from the club that there was someone else here—but he could take it, probably. But, he supposed that was an issue for this afternoon; it wasn’t so late, but still, he would have to get going at some point. He sighed, deciding that he should just get up and get going now, because he still had to make breakfast for Anne and Allen, and now you, since you had decided to sleep in. He found it odd how he already hated to leave you, but just as you had come back to him, so would he. Besides, they would have time, he would make sure of that. Hajun leaned in close, and brushed a lock of hair away from your face, returning the kiss you had given him moments ago.

“사랑해.” he murmured, before his lips came to rest on your temple.

[curekibouka-writing]

hi there!!!! I just wanted to say thank you SO MUCH for streaming Book 7 Part 3 and giving English summaries!! I was very excited for it and I don't know if I could've lived another SECOND without knowing what happens. Without your stream I'm sure I would've inevitably been spoiled while waiting for English translations to come out and the experience wouldn't have been the same!!! Bless your soul, I'm really grateful to you QwQ

Aaaaaaaaa thank YOU for watching the stream and my incoherent summaries chiduhsygfukebscdkgf

Just to remind everyone, if you want to know the details and specific wordings some characters used, you should still wait for English translations to come out! My stream was very "in the heat of the moment" so feel free to take it as a summary, not a translation 🙏🏻

I'm very happy that my stream was useful for you! Wwwwwwww I didn't think my stream would make ch7 even more impactful than it already is. Maybe it's just because you can hear the characters speak, I assure you like half of the emotions in the story comes from the extraordinary voice acting of the characters! But I am happy that you all were there to be uncalm with me and cry with me 😭

ALSO LISTEN HOW COULD I NOT CRY AT SEBEK'S DREAM THAT THING WAS EVIL SILVER DOES NOT DESERVE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS

I AM ALSO NOT CALM ABOUT THE FACT THAT SEBEK'S DREAM IS ABOUT LILIA'S AND MALLEUS'S AND ALSO SILVER'S HAPPINESS. LIKE YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME SEBEK DOESNT CARE ABOUT SILVER HE DEFINITELY UNDERSTANDS SILVER'S SADNESS