#I’m also so very close to 700 followers

[lewisvinga]

truly mothering | max verstappen x fem! reader

summary; news about y/n mysteriously retiring from mercedes shocked the f1 world in the middle of the 2020 season. what shocked them even more was when she appeared on the paddock four years later…

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! mix of smau + written ! also one of the tweets was supposed to say 2017-2020 instead of 2016-2020 lol

word count; 700

masterlist !

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“Arabella, Angelina! Wait up!” Y/n exclaims as the nearly 4-year-olds run towards a familiar man clad in skinny jeans and a Red Bull shirt. She ignored the cameras on her and recorded as she ran across the paddock with heels to chase after her twin daughters.

“Papa!” The eldest of the two, Arabella, exclaims when she sees her father surrounded by a group of other drivers.

“Bella! Angel!” Max loudly exclaims, stepping back from the conversation to crouch down to the level of his daughters. Arabella wrapped her arms around him and Angelina quickly followed. The Dutch driver kissed their rosy cheeks as they giggled at their father's actions.

“You both look very pretty.” He said, pulling away for a moment.

“Mama dress us,” Angelina said in a softer voice compared to Arabella’s shout.

Y/n appeared moments later and was clearly out of breath from chasing the two. “Your daughters don’t listen, Verstappen. I cannot chase after them in heels.” She said out of breath, not noticing the shocked yet happy looks from the drivers.

“Oh my goodness, is that Arabella and Angelina?”

A familiar voice caused the two blonde girls to look up. “Uncle Lew!” The youngest, Angelina, exclaimed as she escaped from her father's grasp to hug the Mercedes driver.

Lewis was quick to scoop her up into his arms as Arabella also gave him a tight hug. He was Angelina’s favorite uncle, but Arabella’s favorite was actually his future teammate.

“Wow, you two are getting big!” Charles exclaimed, picking up Arabella who let out a laugh. “How old are you girls now?”

“Almost four!” The eldest replied as she held up her 4 fingers.

“Wow, Y/n, I’m surprised you actually came,” Lando said with a chuckle as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

They all knew the truth of why she retired. It was because she was 3 months pregnant with twins. Although she kept it a secret from the public, she was always close with the grid hence why they weren’t shocked about the twins but more so shocked that she’s back on the paddock.

“About time the twins know the paddock,” Y/n replied with a smile, watching the twins chat with their favorite uncles. “Plus, it’s nice to be back. It’s been ages. The girls should also know how cool their mama was.”

“Was? She still is.” Max corrected her.

“Yeah, but Mama doesn’t race anymore.”

“Mama drive with you?” Angelina asked Lewis. He let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling as he glanced at Y/n.

“Yeah, and she was a great teammate. But be careful, Y/n, Toto might convince you to replace me.”

His words caused her to laugh as she shook her head. “Gee, no thanks. These girls are tough to handle on their own. I don’t know if I could handle racing on top of that.” She sighs, reaching over to fix Angelina’s messy blonde curls.

“These babies? Difficult? Angelina and Arabella are angels!” Charles said in an exaggerated tone as he squeezed Arabella tightly.

Y/n leans in close to Charles and glances at Max, “Between you and me, they take after their father.”

“Hey!” The Dutch driver exclaimed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means go get ready for the race.”

At the reminder of the race, Lewis and Charles set the twins down and quickly said goodbye to also prepare. The rest of the drivers soon followed leaving the family of 4 alone.

Max turned to the smiley twins who stared at their favorite uncles walk away. His eyebrows furrowed up as he looked at Y/n who just let out a chuckle while shaking her head.

He focused back on the twins and crouched down again. “How about a hug and a kiss for your papa?” He suggested. The twins didn’t have to be told twice and were quick to run back into their fathers arms, each giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Papa, you win okay?” Arabella demanded as Angelina nodded in agreement. Max laughs, giving his daughters one last tight squeeze.

“If I win for you both and for Mama, we can have ice cream for dinner. How does that sound?”

His deal caused the two girls to cheer in excitement as Y/n sighed again. “You’re dealing with their sugar rush, Verstappen.”

“Not if I’m a race winner!”

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liked by maxverstappen1, lewishamilton, and others !

yourusername: the girls loved seeing their papa win! ( but they loved seeing their favorite uncles more! ) congratulations on another win, my love! we’re all proud💗

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: i don’t like how they were looking at lewis and charles….

yourusername: they take after their father! they like pretty drivers 😁 especially angelina, she is team merc like her mama🙈

maxverstappen1: team merc? she’s all yours!

username: tears the twins are just like me fr

maxverstappen1: i love you❤️liked by yourusername !

username: MOTHER RETURNED AND SHE’S A FR MOTHER??

username: SHES BACKKK

username: she looks so good as a mom🥰🥰

username: SHE WAS DATING MAX THIS WHOLEEEE TIME??

username: bye so the baby f1 rumor was true except it was twins and w MAX???

carmenmmundt: such sweethearts 🥹🥹

francisca.cgomes: i know! such cuties💗

yourusername: ugh they love their auntie carmen & kika! they keep asking about you both😅💓

username: stoppp you guys rmbr when she said her biggest dream was becoming a mother 🥹🥹🥹

username: in her merc days💔💔 i love seeing her dream come true 🙁

lewishamilton: best part of this weekend was seeing the coolest gals on the paddock😎

yourusername: angelina won’t take her 44 merc hat off!!

charles_leclerc: my favorite verstappen are the twins

maxverstappen1: woah now….

yourusername: ( arabella is secretly team ferrari )

maxverstappen1: WHAT

username:will i get over this? no!

username: i am SHOCKED

username: from her party girl rookie era to being a mother, wow i love y/n🥹

mercedesamgf1: we miss the princess of the paddock!🩵

yourusername: and i miss my merc crew🤍

redbullracing: welcome arabella and angelina to the red bull crew! ❤️ liked by yourusername and maxverstappen1 !

username: in her birkin mom era

username: mother truly is mothering 😩😩

[avelera]

Plot bunny idea but… what if Hob has an identity crisis after he and Dream have dated more than 30 years?

Like his relationships have always had an expiration date when he has to fake his death and leave or otherwise abandon the other person. Maybe there were a few exceptions where he stays with someone who “knows” until they get old but even then the relationship changes, inevitably.

He’s never been with someone as unchanging as him.

Would it be a little terrifying? A lot terrifying? It’s as close to “actually grow old with someone” as he can get, with the whole “not growing old at all” thing. They’re aging at the same pace, something he’s not even had to think about as an option in almost 700 years.

Suddenly it’s not about making the most of your brief time together, it’s a marathon not a sprint. It’s continuing to be interesting. It’s accepting the change in someone else when it’s a much slower to near nonexistent change and it’s not defined by aging the way the others were.

Even if Hob is resilient and bounces back quickly or even sees this as a good thing, an amazing thing, that’s gotta hit hard at some point, right?

Edit: I should add, what if it’s not just being with the same person, it’s being the same person with that person? Like, every 10-30 years, Hob becomes a new person by necessity, one would assume (this is admittedly somewhat more fanon than canon but it follows logically that any immortal with a day job would have to switch it up from time to time to stay under the radar).

On the one hand, I’m the first to say that Hob is probably overjoyed to be with someone who knows who he is and who has constantly known who he is through all his eras and personalities.

But even then, those were for very brief meetings.

Does Hob have an identity crisis when he’s Hob and he’s still Hob with Dream 30 years later? When he can’t escape from himself, when the joy of having that one person with whom he can always be himself, his literal self without lying about his age or accomplishments or failures, is great and wonderful but also really uncanny valley strange for him all of a sudden? He could always escape his old baggage, except at the centennial meetings but those were so brief. (Heh, get it, brief lives oh no…)

Hob hasn’t had to deal with someone knowing his embarrassing childhood memories in over 600 years. It’s great but also must be so weird to have a partner who knew you back when and back when is the 1380s. No one alive knows he was called Hobsie once except Dream. There is no escaping the Hobsie allegations the way he once could in a few decades minus the occasional centennial meeting. It’s great but it must be so weird.

[frvnkcastles]

Hii I love your work so much!! I was wondering if you would do Frank Castle x reader based off of Sunlight or Francesca By Hozier? I don’t know I just feel like with how deeply this man feels that one or those would be perfect for Frank and the reader.

I WOULD DO IT AGAIN ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: A glimpse into the way Frank feels for you.

Warnings: Fem!reader, violence, reader has unspecified mental health issues

Word count: 1.2k

Author’s note: I fell in love with both these songs thanks to this request!! I tried to combine both of them, though I suppose I got more out of Francesca. I’m a little on the fence about this one shot in general, but I hope you like it! Thanks for your patience <3 Also, I keep forgetting to say this, but thank you so much for 700 followers!!! It means so much to me that we’ve created this little community of traumatized Frank lovers :)

There was nothing Frank wouldn’t have done for you. He had known that quite early into your relationship, his devotion for you growing more and more every day, even if you weren’t officially dating. In fact, your feelings for each other had gone unspoken ever since you had met, but he couldn’t deny they were there — he cared for you so much it terrified him, it kept him up at night.

He thought about the first time he met you often. He’d never forget the way you looked in that dress you had dug out of your closet just for the occasion, how the warm bar light illuminated your starry eyes and how you had been nervously gnawing on your lip while glancing at your phone for the millionth time.

”Whoever’s standin’ you up would regret if they saw you in that dress”, he had spoken up from across the mostly empty bar counter, and you had immediately looked up only to find a man so attractive your stomach did a somersault. Rough around the edges but undeniably easy on the eyes, even more so when the corner of his mouth had twitched upwards in a sneaky smirk, even when his stare was focused on the crowd behind you. You had shuffled on your feet, looking around to see who he was referring to, but when you had turned back to him, you found him gazing right at you, making your mouth run dry.

”I was supposed to have a date”, you had explained over the music, ”guess it was a waste of a pretty dress.”

He had chuckled at that. ”Well, for what it’s worth, you made this old sucker’s heart skip a beat”, he had shrugged before gesturing at the empty seat next to him. ”Buy you a drink?”

And ever since then, he had been hooked on you. You made him feel alive, you gave him a reason to get up in the morning. So when you had told him you felt like you were doing the opposite, his heart had shattered in his chest.

”I realize I have a lot of baggage. So I don’t blame you if you want to, I dunno, check out now”, you had explained meekly, distance between you as you both stood in your kitchen at an ungodly hour, fresh stitches on Frank’s abdomen. ”I guess I’m not a very easy person to be around, is what I’m saying”, you had added with a quiet chuckle, and at that, Frank had closed the space between you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he swallowed all the air from your personal space.

”You think I am?” he had stated matter-of-factly. ”You’re wrong, sweetheart. I don’t remember the last time it was this easy for me to be around someone. You make me feel… Yeah, you just make me feel. I can’t get enough of you. Don’t ever think I’d wanna get rid of you, ’cause shit, as long as you’ll have me, I ain’t goin’ anywhere”, he had explained, passion behind every word, and it had made you tear up.

”You know everything that’s wrong with me and you’re saying you still want to be my friend?” you had asked to confirm, and licking his lips, Frank had glanced at yours before nodding. He had forced himself to withdraw, not wanting to cross any lines, but he had given your hand a squeeze, nonetheless.

”Never been more sure of anything.”

He wasn’t letting go of you. As much was confirmed when his enemies caught whiff of you being involved with him — before he knew it, your name fell from the lips of his latest target, and he had seen red. The men were coming from left and right, punching him, stabbing him, each of them claiming their piece of the Punisher, but he wasn’t going to rest until he’d know you were safe. Their taunts of getting to his little girlfriend had pushed him over the edge, and with feral anger, he slaughtered the lot of them, not letting a single henchman slip out and get to you.

He had wanted to avoid you seeing him like this so badly. But as soon as he was done, as soon as the men lay dead at his feet, he was rushing out of the warehouse he had been lured into, just to make his way to you.

The urgent knock on your door in the middle of the night wasn’t a completely unfamiliar sound — you had stitched Frank up more than a few times, but you could tell something was wrong. As soon as you opened the door, a bloodied Frank burst through, his eyes wide and alert, his shaky hands clamoring to find purchase on your shoulders.

”Hey, hey, what is it? Are you okay?” you asked with worry, eyebrows knitted together as you tried to balance Frank’s larger frame, your hands resting on his arms.

”I—I needed to know you were okay”, he managed to get out, breathless and panicking, and nodding to promise him that you were, you attempted to meet his frantic eyes and calm him down.

”I’m okay, Frankie, I’m okay. Breathe, honey”, you reassured, and slumping against your body, Frank pulled you into a vicelike hug, squeezing you tight, breathing you in. Blood stained your clothes and hair, but your priority was getting Frank across the panicked state he was in, to assure him everything was okay.

”They said they were coming for you. I—I couldn’t let them. I wasn’t gonna let them”, he repeated, before grunting, ”I killed ’em all.”

Pulling away slightly, you looked into dark eyes with a disbelieving frown. ”You did that for me?” you whispered, and finding solace in your gaze, Frank found it in himself to catch his breath and understand that the imminent danger was over.

”You’re goddamn right I did. I’d do it again and again. I’d do anything for you”, he swore, letting his forehead fall against yours. You closed your eyes and took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling him towards the bathroom.

”Let’s get you cleaned up, big guy.”

Even after he had had time to shower, he was still on alert, constantly checking the windows and pacing around your apartment. You had to fight him to the bedroom, insisting that you both needed to get some rest, and he supposed he could do that — watch over you, make sure you’d get to sleep soundly. Soon enough, you were cuddled up in the bed and Frank was sitting next to you, resting against the headboard with his eyes laser-focused on the closed door.

”Hey, you can relax. They’re all gone. No one’s coming for me”, you reminded him softly, caressing his arm with tender fingers, and swallowing, Frank slowly and reluctantly sank deeper into the mattress to be closer to you.

”I ain’t ever lettin’ anythin’ happen to you. You know that, right?” he grunted, and with a nod, you reassured him.

”I know. You always make me feel safe.” His eyes softened at your words, and gently, he reached over to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a brief moment.

He really would have done anything for you.

[pinkmirth]

Bertholdt being shy about how big his dick is has me kicking my feet n twirling my hair <33

He would 100% roll his hips against yours when you’re making out with him n then get shy when you’re surprised because you can feel how big n heavy his cock is sjfjakcnkand

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒯ℒℰ 𝒢ℐ𝒜𝒩𝒯 . . !

𝓈𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: based on this post! a teensy-tiny drabble for bertl! my sweet big boy 💘

𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: (700+ words of . . .) aged up!bertholdt hoover x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, bertl has a mega size kink, handjob, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex, mention of bertl’s big bawls, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

omfg sandie!!! now this is everything to me! there’s nothin’ like a giant man who can’t truly grasp just how large he is.

bertholdt is well aware of his height— since his earliest memories he’s towered over others, standing head and shoulder above them. but when it comes to size-size? bertl doesn’t fully register how big he is. this bashful man don’t got a clue in the world!

your reaction to bertl discarding his underwear is what gets him to finally understand. to you, he already looked fairly large when wearing his boxers, but witnessing the real thing proves to be a stark difference. you unashamedly observe your boyfriend’s fat dick as it throbs lewdly, free of any confines. he can feel your keen eyes fixate on him.

“you’re fuckin’ huge.” you release the airiest whisper.

to that, bertholdt’s breath catches in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing. he gets self-conscious, even more so than usual. a stream of questions swirl about in his head. is he too big? will you be able to handle him? are there even condoms in his size?

his worries quickly dissipate once you begin to wrap your dainty fingers around his cock. you stroke whatever you can manage to reach, touching down his shaft and twirling your hand over the precum-smeared tip. you gaze at his endowment with lust-blown eyes, seemingly appreciative of what he has to offer.

“how big are you, baby?” he doesn’t know. hell, he’s never cared to check or measure before now. your assumption is nine whole inches, maybe ten.

“i— fuck,” he lets a foul whine slip past, bringing a hand to cover his mouth. he shyly speaks through his slender fingers, “i-i’m not sure...” with a stammer, bertholdt instinctively rolls his hips, bucking against your hand. his pale-green eyes stay trained on how you can barely close your fingers around the base of his girthy dick. in that very moment, within the depths of his mind, he can practically hear a switch flicking— that’s the size kink he never knew he had, officially turning on.

following that experience, bertholdt’s shyness considering his length doesn’t get any better. he’s easily flustered, but also more self-aware than he’s ever been. bertl starts to notice how wide your plush lips stretch around his cockhead when taking him into your wet, pliant mouth. he finds it amusing; how you can’t mutter a word when he fills up your throat, weighty and pulsing against your tongue.

he admittedly likes to give himself a rush during sex, by sizing you up— placing his rigid cock onto your tummy, just to make an estimate of how far he’ll reach. before long, he brushes past your folds and pushes into your velvety cunt. you clamp down fervidly, eager to take all of him.

he’s settled in your womb. you’re so fucking full. “it’s big,” you brainlessly mewl. bertl interlocks his fingers with yours, cheeks dusted red. he makes slow, impassioned thrusts forward, swiveling his hips to plunge into you just right.

“is it too much, love?” bertholdt’s words spill out shakily, wavering breaths dropping from his agape mouth. dark shaggy bangs fall across his forehead. you thread your hand through his hair to help him brush it back. faint traces of sweat trail down his forehead. “uh-uh. it’s perfect, baby,” you reassure with a soothing smile, pressing your lips to his. he returns the haphazard kisses, immodestly groaning into your mouth.

you’re always given generously thick loads when he finishes, because his balls are fat and heavy, too. bertholdt is slowly, but surely, learning how to use his imposing size for your benefit.

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

Unimpressed- S.R.

Hi I’m tired and hormonal bc its That Week so here’s a little protective Husband!Spencer blurb with a bit of Dad!Spencer thrown in for good measure

Pairing: Spencer Reid/fem!BAU!Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, reader is pregnant, some gross and misogynistic comments about reader but it’s short

Word count ~700

(also can we talk about him in this picture bc mmhh)

Reid followed the officers into the precinct, his mind preoccupied with details of the case, mentally sorting and cataloging images, details, and evidence. He and Alvez had been sent to the latest crime scene first while the rest of the team went to the precinct. Just inside the door, he caught sight of you and felt some weight lift from his shoulders. He admired you through the windows of the conference room the team had set up in as you carefully taped case photos and documents onto the whiteboards. You stepped back, considering your handiwork as one of your hands came to rest on your round belly. His handiwork, he thought with a surge of pride. He was about to brush past the officers to join you when one of the men let out a low whistle. 

"I can see why someone saw fit to knock that one up." He said with a nudge of his partner's shoulder and a gesture in your direction. Spencer froze, his blood roaring in his ears and rage rising in his throat. The thought of their eyes on you made his stomach turn. People always looked at you appreciatively and usually it didn't bother him that much, not only were you perfectly capable of dealing with unwanted attention, but you never missed the opportunity to remind him that you were his. The other officer laughed. 

"Yeah man, I'd love to get a piece of tha-" Spencer fought to restrain himself from seizing them by the collars as he interrupted. 

"One more word about my wife and you'll have a very bad day." His voice was level, hard, and carried enough of a dangerous edge to make the officers freeze. They turned slowly, practically cowering as they tried to meet the FBI agent's burning gaze. He stared them down as he continued. 

"If I hear one more remark like that, towards anyone, especially her, I will make your lives a living hell." He took one slow step forward, one hand resting casually on the handle of his revolver. 

"Am I understood?" Spencer took maybe a little too much pleasure in watching the officers pale. The men nodded and practically scurried away. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Spencer continued into the conference room. You turned from the whiteboard at the sound of the door and smiled brightly as he entered. 

"There you are, we were starting to worry you'd gotten lost." He crossed the room in a few strides, desperate to be by your side. As he joined you, you turned back to the whiteboard. As soon as he touched you, his hand coming to rest on your back, the last of his anger melted from his body. 

"Sorry, the crime scene was kinda hard to find." As he spoke he drew you close, tucking you protectively against him and tenderly brushing a stray hair off of your forehead. Your brow furrowed slightly as you peered up at him.

"Are you alright?" Spencer nodded, his hand dropping to rest next to yours on your belly. 

"Yeah, I’m okay baby. I'm just a bit unimpressed with some of the locals right now, I'll tell you more later." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. As he did, he felt a flutter under his hand and what felt like a tiny foot pressed against his palm. Your face lit up and you covered his hand in yours. 

"There she is! She heard her dad and wanted to say hi!" Spencer stared down at his hand, suddenly lost for words. His daughter. Our daughter. He'd thought the words a million times, but every time he felt the baby move he was dumbfounded all over again. A giddy, almost delirious smile spread across his face as he dropped to one knee. 

"Hi back, little one."

*I feel like this is post-prison, like he’s been out for a while but he’s still so protective and he knows you can handle yourself but he gets PISSED when people disrespect you and will not stand for it*

Part 2

[spicyspiders]

syrupy sweet (i’ll rot your teeth down to their core)

A small Ghost x male reader where Ghost helps the reader shave his face. Also, thank you all for 700 followers :’) 

“That doesn’t look like the razor they gave us,” Ghost said from the bathroom doorway. 

You looked up from where you stood leaned over the sink. In the reflection, Ghost stood behind you in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe stripped down to an undershirt and a pair of warn looking shorts. 

You hadn’t even clicked on the electric razor you brought from home on. It made you feel silly trying to glare at Ghost while the bottom half of your face was coated in shaving cream, but you still tried. “I’m busy, go away,” you said.

Instead of going away because you were busy, Ghost pushed off the doorway and walked up to you. When you turned to face him, he snatched your razor away, “is this what you waste your paychecks on?” He asked, looking over the device like it was a complicated bomb he only had seconds to disarm. 

“That, and the shaving cream,” you watched Ghost for a few seconds, “can I have it back now?”

“The razors they give us work just fine, you know,” he snatched it away when you tried to grab it. Instead, he went into the bag of items you were gifted and pulled out one of the razors he was given. 

You didn’t know who gave you the items, you just knew that at the start of every mission when you would arrive where you were staying, there would always be a clear bag of things waiting for you. They were always filled with the same things like a few razors, shaving cream, aftershave, lotion, deodorant, and soap. 

For the latest mission you were on, you were placed in a fancy hotel. So to go alongside the bags from the mystery giver, you were given a nice bathroom that you could use them in. A bathroom that had a lot of counter space for Ghost to lift you up on. 

“I can shave my face myself, I’ve been doing it for years now,” you murmured when you realized what he was about to do. It still brought a soft smile to your face, feelings of affection settling deep in you. 

“Stop smiling before I accidentally cut your pretty face,” Ghost also had a soft smile resting on his face as he began. His other hand that wasn’t occupied with the razor held your face steady as he ran the razor down your skin. 

This close-up, Ghost’s eyes were a deep brown. When he would occasionally look up and you would make eye contact, you would quickly look away. 

“Something caught your eye?” He asked in a deep rumble. 

“No, lieutenant.” You whispered back. You placed your hands on his hips and he stepped closer. His body heat rolled off in waves, warming you. When you would room together in hotels on missions, Ghost would always make sure the room felt like the arctic, so his warmth was a welcomed sensation. 

When Ghost was nearly done, you let out a fake hiss of discomfort. You couldn’t keep up the facade very long, especially after Ghost pulled the razor away quickly and his eyes widened in alarm. 

“Just kidding,” you snickered. 

“Cheeky fucker,” Ghost said lowly, affection lacing the words. 

You let Ghost finish up without another incident, even if it was not as fun as what you just did. Once he was done, he grabbed a clean towel from one of the racks in the bathroom and patted off the water and excess shaving cream off your face. When that was done, he cupped your face in his hands. You could’ve sworn he mumbled something about you now having a pretty baby face again, but you kissed the words from his mouth and soon forgot he even said them.

[aro-geo-turtle]

malevolent s5 predictions:

Lets do some timeline math here. The incident at Pelican Lane is dated to July “almost 10 years ago,” according to the newspaper in Part 2. With Malevolent set in 1934, 10 years ago would be 1924 except its probably 1925 because of that “almost.” July ’24 could only be less than 10 years ago if they were saying it before July in 1934, and Kayne also says, “maybe ten years ago,” in Intermezzo, in the winter of ’34 judging by the snow in s3+4. That’s not before July. So it had to have happened July, 1925.

Kayne lists 666 years as how long Antoine waited to complete the ritual. That puts the original in 1259. And he says he transported them to, “I think it’s 700 years ago, maybe, somewhere, around there.” The exact number would put them in 1234, but which I’m guessing from the vagueness is going to be much closer to 1259. It would make sense to put Arthur and John where and when the Three Soldiers were looking for the Stone, because knowing where they were looking is probably as close as Kayne can get to knowing where it is. I’m guessing they’re going to be major players—possibly antagonists—this season.

Now, Part 2 also includes Arthur and John reading Armitage’s book (which in retrospect looks a lot like the bestiary they have now), which is full of notes from someone who read it. These notes may not be as old as the book itself, but are still described as very old, far before Armitage’s time. The author discusses the Dark Young, saying, “These lesser beings, these are what I’ve heard, the one in England… Goatswood. Their presence in this world, done by her followers, weakens the fold, I’m sure of it. I must return to England and destroy the dark young they have brought.”

Dark Young in England, a long long time ago, brought to Earth by followers of Shub-Niggurath…maybe by the soldiers and the ancient Order of the Fallen Star? What if we’re tangling with a Dark Young or two this season???

[somber-sapphic]

Doctor vs. Lawyer

〘Prompt 9- White Coat Syndrome〙

〘Notes- This doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I think it's close enough. ALSO. I'm going to throw in a TW for anxiety, I projected a bit in this one. Aaannndd I made Reader a lawyer because it was the most stressful job I could think of.〙

〘Summary- Your wife being a doctor doesn't make you fear them any less.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Carina DeLuca x Sick Reader〙

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You sat on the edge of the cot in the ER, your knee bouncing rhythmically against the cold tile floor. You didn’t want to be here, in fact, the hospital was the last place you wanted to be. You didn’t even enjoy coming here to bring your wife lunch, let alone when you were actually ill.  

It wasn’t that you disliked Carina’s coworkers, in fact, you got along with them all very well. But that was outside of the hospital. Here, you were something to be poked and prodded at and studied. You were helpless, out of your element. You weren’t in control.

A painful cough ripped through your chest, and you ducked your face into your shirt, doing your absolute best to suppress and quiet the fit. That cough was the reason you were here. You’d been talking to Carina on the phone (she hadn’t been home in days), and the young doctor had ordered you to come in.

“Car, I want to go home. I’ll be fine at home, please.” You whispered, turning pleading eyes on the OB/GYN who was staring at the floor.

“No, bambina, you need to be here. I can only do so much at home. I cannot help if you need antibiotics.” She explained firmly, rubbing her knee with a free hand while texting with the other. A quick glance over her shoulder showed you that she was texting Amelia, presumably in relation to your nonexistent treatment.

“I want to go home.” You said again, coughing into your shoulder. The cold you had woken up with a week ago hadn’t gone away, instead it had gotten 10x worse. Carina had been doing her best to monitor your symptoms but, in the end, she couldn’t legally treat you.

“I know. If you had done a better job at taking care of yourself maybe, we wouldn’t be here.” The brunette snapped, glaring at you. She loved you, she did, but she had also been working nonstop for weeks, barely leaving the hospital. She hadn’t been home to sleep or have a proper meal for eight days. The last place either one of you wanted to be was Grey Sloan.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears filling your eyes. More than you hated being here, you hated making the woman you loved angry. You knew that you should’ve taken better care of yourself, but you’d gotten distracted. It was hard being a lawyer, you often worked just as many hours as Carina.

The physician sighed and ran her fingers through her silky hair, tossing the long locks over one shoulder. She turned to face you and smiled a little, shaking her head.

“No, I’m sorry. It is not your fault that you got sick, I apologize for biting.” Now it was your turn to smile. Her little slip ups in English were always adorable.

“Snapping babe, not biting.” You corrected, putting your head on her shoulder. The mix of exhaustion from your illness and the nonstop bouncing of your leg was getting to you. Another wet cough tore through your body, followed by a sound you didn’t know that you could make. Now you felt anxious, sick, and pathetic.

“Oh, amore. I know you’re nervous, but I promise it will all be okay. We will make sure it’s someone you feel comfortable with, yeah? No one gets to touch you unless you’re okay with it. And as soon as it’s done, we will get you back home and into a warm bath, then bed.” She said, placing a featherlight kiss to your sweaty hairline.

You couldn’t fathom why on Earth she’d want to be kissing you right now, but there was no way that you’d be complaining. You leaned into her side, resting your head in the crook of her neck.

If your nose hadn’t been so stuffy you probably could’ve smelled her calming vanilla scent, the perfume always a comfort. You sprayed it all over the sweatshirt that was saved specifically for when she was gone.

“There she is, see, just Amelia. We like Amelia, no?” Carina said with a smile, running her thumb across your cheekbone. You nodded, still apprehensive. The neurosurgeon was great, you loved her as a friend, but still. Doctors.

“It will be fast my love. I promise.” Your girlfriend soothed, kissing your earlobe. It was a strange place for a kiss, but you weren’t about to object to a little extra comfort. With a final deep breath -and subsequent coughing fit- you steeled yourself, ready for whatever Amelia would throw at you. As long as Carina was there, you could do anything.

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[tomuras]

hi bubby🫶 could i have jing yuan with hurt/comfort after where the main quest currently left off? with him getting you know.. reader hears the news and yeah🫣 i hope you can do something with this, if not feel free to ignore it bubs!!

I barely remember the quest so if I get some info wrong I am sincerely sorry lmao I am very much more a genshin than a star rail player, but I still love the game. So, here goes nothin <3 I altered some things a little bit to make this more angsty but other than that??? Enjoy?? Lmao Also this is my first time writing for Jing Yuan so if I mischaracterized him I’m so sorry </3

Jing Yuan x Gn!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort, Trailblazer quest spoilers, Blood and injury (Jing Yuan), I added some details that aren’t in the quest so this fic may not follow canon 100%, you’ve been warned, Crying, Jing Yuan is bedridden, about 700 ish words. I apologize if this is ass but I genuinely like it so who cares. 

When you heard the news, all noise became silent. Nothing moved, only your body which moved in slow motion. You remember hearing what happened but not the travel from home to his bedside. You squeezed his hand tightly and let your tears fall onto his blood soaked bandages. He looked so weak and yet, still so strong and optimistic. You couldn’t imagine a life without him by your side. You couldn’t imagine a life without his sunny beams radiating down on you, and the reality that you might only made you cry harder than you already were. 

Small sniffles turned into heart wrenching sobs. You couldn’t lose him. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. This man was your everything and without him you were practically a puddle left after a heavy rain shower. You clung to him and sobbed until you felt the warm touch of a hand wrapping around your waist slowly and weakly. Jing Yuan. You lifted up your head to take a good look at him, scanning his face for any sign of further injury. If he was in pain then he hid it well behind his crooked smile. Even in moments like this he was so cheerful, but why? Didn’t he know he was allowed to show fear? Pain? Resentment? Even anger? He must’ve known, Jing Yuan is a smart man, after all.

“Are you okay?” You asked frantically.

He nodded with another smile, closing his eyes and wincing as he moved to adjust his position. “Mhm, peachy.” 

You could sense a tad bit of sarcasm but chose to ignore it for now out of fear that if you over thought it too much, that it would cause hurt feelings. Besides, what mattered now was taking care of your partner. 

“How are y-” He began to ask, but was quickly interrupted by you.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten hurt, you did get hurt. You could’ve died.”  You scolded him. 

He looked away with an expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, but he knew you were just scared beyond belief. “I know, I know, I should’ve been more careful.” 

You stared at him for a long while, both of you stared each other down until Jing Yuan eventually broke eye contact to let out a great big sigh. Squeezing his hands tightly with both of your hands you leaned in to give him a small kiss on the forehead, your lips shivered as tears fell down your cheeks. Jing Yuan wiped away your tears and shushed you, welcoming you into his arms regardless of the pain, and held onto you. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Everything is okay now.” He reassured you. 

You curled up in a ball as you laid in his arms, holding onto him dearly as he shushed you into a quiet and peaceful slumber. Soon, he followed suit and fell asleep holding you in the hospital bed. You practically cried yourself to sleep but you couldn’t help it, not when the man you loved was alive, somewhat well, and holding onto you tightly just as he would if he were in full health. Maybe, not entirely in the same way, but it was pretty damn close. Days passed and you never left his side, not until he fully recovered and was back to the old Jing Yuan everyone knew and loved.

[romantichomicide95]

FIRDT OF ALL CONGRATULATIONS ON 700 FOLLOWERS!!!! Secondly can i please request for Apocalypse by Cigarettes after sex with Gojo Satoru, if possible?

Gojo x Reader- Song Drabbles

This song is about letting go of heartbreak and the feeling of being let down. I love this song and this band so much.

Apocalypse- Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers, wrapped in your arms. You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos. Left in the dark.

The world was changing before you. A feeling of uncertainty blanketing every day. But you had one constant in your life, one person who made it all worth it. Satoru Gojo.

You were a new teacher at Jujutsu High, you’d heard his reputation. He was the strongest sorcerer in years, cocky attitude, goofy demeanor, most people thought he was annoying. But you found him almost endearing. As you got to know Gojo better, you realized that there was so much more to him than just his cocky attitude and reputation. He was fiercely passionate about his work and determined to protect the people he cared about. He wanted to forge a better future for his students, one where they didn’t make the same mistakes as the elders. You admired him for that. He was also incredibly gentle and kind, with a heart full of love that he didn't often show to the outside world.

The day he asked you out you couldn’t contain your excitement, smiling ear to ear, and you’d been inseparable since. The other teachers couldn’t believe someone had finally locked him down . You never would have guessed upon your first meeting that Gojo would be the one who held your heart in his hands, making it beat faster with every touch, every smile, and every moment spent together.

On this particular day, you were both laying in bed, listening to music, his big strong arms firmly wrapped around you, pulling you as close as humanely possible to him. You look up at him to see his beautiful sparkling blue eyes, glistening like the ocean. They were always so captivating, sometimes you’d find yourself lost in their depths.

“If the world ends tomorrow, I want to spend my last day with you," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

You smiled “I feel the same way Toru.” You snuggle in closer to him, feeling his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Your thoughts wandering to the love you felt for him, how he’d become everything to you…and more. The only thing that truly mattered to you.

“Not that the world is going to end. I’m too young and pretty to die so soon.” he says, and you didn’t have to look at him to know the cheeky smile he’d have planted across his face. He was right though, he was pretty. And right now you were safe in each other's arms, and you knew that nothing could ever change that. As long as you and Gojo were together you could face anything. Even the end of the world.

“You are very pretty Toru.” you giggle, as he places his warm hands under your shirt, drawing circles on your back. If the world did end, you’d be okay if your last moments were anything like this.

“Not as pretty as you princess. Well maybe almost.” You blush at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body. His deep laugh sends shivers down your spine, making your heart skip a beat.

"Stop it," you protest, trying not to smile but of course not succeeding.

He chuckles, watching you with a twinkle in his eyes. "What? It's true," he says, grinning. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met."

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can't help but feel a burst of happiness flood your body.

"I think you're just saying that to flatter me," you say, trying to hide your smile. “Or your trying to get sex.”

He shakes his head. "Nope, I mean it," he replies, “I don't think I've ever met anyone as kind, smart, and beautiful as you.” he pauses, “but if I wanted to get you naked, is this working?” he adds.

You rolls your eyes and playfully slap his arm. “It might be working, just a little bit.” you giggle. At this he flips you over so your underneath him, his large body hovering over you. His eyes gazing into yours.

"I love you. ," you say softly, reaching up to caress his face with your hand.

“I love you to angel.” he says, “now about getting you naked.”

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

would you write Eddie x reader where he's like, dropping everyone off at night and reader is last, when the kids are gone she takes her bra off because it was definitely hurting her aaaaand Eddie notices that she's got pierced nipples? NO NEED to make it smutty if u don't feel like it, just curious about his reaction? lol thanks <3

Oh I absolutely would, I've been thinking about those piercings a few days ago too haha. So here you go!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: ~700

Also on: AO3

“Get out of the van, you little rascals,” Eddie said to Mike and Lucas as they were already halfway out. They had been killing off some of his favorite monsters tonight, so the DM was a little bit annoyed with them. Not in a bad way, but carefully planning a session for hours only to finish it up too early because the monsters were dying too fast was kind of frustrating. You understood that.

He left out a sigh of relief after they went towards their houses and then looked at you.

“I can really just walk from here”, you told him, not wanting to cause any extra detours.

“What kind of man do you think I am? I’m not letting a girl walk alone at night, let alone in fucking Hawkins.” With that, he started the engine of his van again and drove towards your house. It wasn’t really that far away, but he insisted, so you weren’t the one to complain. Hawkins could get pretty weird after all.

You hummed along with the song and kept stealing glances at him while his eyes were focused on the road. Tonight had been quite fun once again but you had been sure that things were changing between the two of you. It could be just your imagination of course so you would never dare to say something. Just a voice, a low whisper, at the back of your mind.

“Last stop,” Eddie suddenly said and pulled you out of your thoughts. Your house was right in front of you, and you smiled a little.

You hopped out of the van and then looked at him before nodding over to your home. “Want to come in for a moment?”

Eddie tilted his head and then shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

He had never been at your house before and you saw the glint of curiosity in his eyes. Both of you walked over, your parents gone for the week on a business trip, giving you finally some peace and quiet.

You unlocked the door and walked in, right toward the kitchen. “Beer?”

“Always,” he answered with a grin, and you gave him a cold can from the fridge, taking one for yourself.

He immediately took a sip and you walked over to the living room with him following you closely. “Have a seat,” you said with a nod over the couch and he flopped down on it.

You placed your can on the table and started to fumble with the clasp of your bra before shrugging out of it, pulling it out from under your shirt with a swift movement, letting out a sigh of relief. It really had started to hurt at this point, wearing a bra for that long had always been torture.

“So much better,” you groaned and you heard how he choked on his beer so hard you were afraid that it would come out of his nose, his coughs so loud it sounded like it would be able to wake up your neighbors. “Eddie, what the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just-” He averted his gaze from you quickly, looking out the window into the dark of the night. “I was looking respectfully, I swear.”

For a long second you had no idea what he was talking about when it dawned on you as you placed your bra over the back of the couch. This item of clothing wasn’t the issue, your thin shirt was. The thing that was hugging your chest very tightly now.

“You can look, I don’t mind,” you said with a soft laugh and he turned his head back to you, nipping on his beer almost nervously. The way his gaze then dropped to your breasts, where your pierced nipples were, made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful or anything but that,” he nodded to your breasts before taking another long sip while trying not to stare, “is fucking hot.”

A nervous giggle escaped you and God, that was embarrassing. You hadn’t really thought that he could see them as soon as you took off your bra, but you also didn’t mind because it was him who was looking.

You sat down and grabbed the can of beer that you left on the table, opening it and taking a long sip too, trying to cool yourself down.

“Not disrespectful at all. I appreciate the compliment.”

[qqueenofhades]

Okay – so! Thank you for all that you do for fandom and The History side of tumblr- it’s a LOT.

 I’m struggling with mapping a historical accuracy/fanon vs. canon concept. I hope you can help me untangle my thoughts on this.  Diverse representation in media is very important to me; and I’m also aware of the damage that the ‘colour-blind’ casting can do.  So! I’m trying to reconcile a common fandom perception that Hob Gadling is of South-East Asian decent.   (I know that Ferdie is!- I also have seen zero evidence that he claims Desi Diaspora as part of his identity. It makes me really uncomfortable that fandom might be projecting their desire for ‘Representation’ onto a man who lives outside his ancestral culture.)

What I do know is that Hob is a medieval freeman (?) from the south of England in the 1300s. I wonder at the possibility of his CHARACTER being of mixed race? I know that Briton and Europe and Africa were in trade. I know that People of colour moved freely around the continents!

  I’ve done some research into London population polls from the time, but I’m not certain of their degree of accuracy/usefulness.  They describe immigrants as ‘aliens’.. and most I’ve seen are European. I haven’t even come across evidence of Muslim or ‘Moorish’ people settling in London???!

The written history I’ve read tells me the Europeans didn’t establish trade with India until the mid 1400s. (How it’s possible they didn’t know about each other is Baffling and seems impossible??) Anyway. The crux of the matter is:  would Hob Gadling possibly been of mixed heritage?

I mean yes, technically, he COULD be. The most logical route for that would be to give him some family heritage from somewhere in Spain, or Iberia, which was a fully mixed-race society until well into the 13th/14th century, and was in regular trade and communication with England. The medieval Iberian Christian kingdoms of Castile-León, Aragon, and Navarre particularly were close trading partners and English/Iberian royalty married each other fairly often. It was somewhat less the case by the time Hob was born in the 1350s, but there is certainly enough previous contact to make it feasible. Muslims, Christians, and Jews all lived in Iberia (how much they all co-existed has long been one of the most debated questions in religious/historical studies), and Muslims had a presence in Spain for over 700 years, since the first arrivals in 711 CE following the collapse of the Umayyad dynasty in Baghdad, until their final expulsion under Ferdinand and Isabella in 1492.

The question, however, is if he SHOULD be headcanoned or identified as mixed-race, and while I am the least fandom-policey person ever and respect people's right to enjoy their own ideas in peace, it personally makes me a little uncomfortable. It feels related to the "fandom activism!" mindset where you should ship a more Morally Pure OTP, or your favorite is "better" if they can be somehow identified with a marginalized group, regardless of whether this fits or makes sense for the character. And in this case, Hob’s background as a good-looking white British bloke with an appropriately English-sounding name, as I describe him in AITWW, is central to both his character arc, his major mistakes, and how he has to learn and grow over time. It was absolutely vital to me that in AITWW, he had to explicitly confront the massive amounts of unearned privilege that he enjoyed over the centuries by being born into that body, and how it would be very different for him if he hadn't been. As his friend Julia puts it in their discussion in chapter 13, he had the luck to be born into a body that society automatically privileges and values and places into positions of power whether or not he deserves it, and as a black woman, she thinks immortality sounds absolutely awful. Why would she want to put up with the absolute shit it would be to live 600 years, at least in the Western world/America/Europe, in that embodiment?

Likewise, Hob agrees and admits that of course it's easy for him to want to live forever and maintain enthusiasm for life, because whatever difficulties he has faced, his race and gender have not contributed to them (which is the essence of white privilege in a nutshell). And of course, the urge to make him mixed-race might reflect some discomfort with his actual canon background and involvement in slavery, no matter if he obviously feels terribly guilty and driven to atone for over 200 years after that (as he SHOULD). In some sense, making him mixed-race might seem to mitigate that or give some reason to make him "sympathetic" while he was doing it, and frankly, I don't think 18th-century Hob deserves to get off the hook for being yet another British white man who might have felt bad about what he was doing at times, but continued to do it anyway. I'm not saying this is anyone's motive or intention, but it does trouble me, especially since Hob’s whiteness, the damage of that whiteness, and the way he has to deliberately and extensively unlearn that urge to just live life on easy mode regardless of the damage it does to others is what I find so interesting about his character. In short, if Hob was part of a racially marginalized group already, he might have made different choices, but he didn't, and now he is forced to literally live with that guilt and shame forever. He doesn't get to exonerate himself, and nor do I do it for him.

Lastly, I think this reflects a very modern and somewhat over-simplified way of thinking; to our modern and institutionally-racist-pickled brains, race is the chief category that can be explicitly constructed as Otherness, and doesn't reflect the very unclear way this was perceived and experienced in the 14th century. I.e., you note that immigrants to England "were mostly European" -- which is true, but does not reflect the dizzying array then as now, in which local, national, ethnic, and religious identities were constructed. One unattractive feature of the English national character over many centuries has been their hostility and distrust of foreigners, and this was especially the case in the 14th and especially late-14th, post-Black Plague society. For example, the Flemish were regarded as "morally inferior" since they ran several well-known brothels and red-light districts in Southwark, across the Thames from London (now part of the city), and that meant they were purveying immorality, rather than being there since the English desired their services. Xenophobia was especially rampant against "strangers" of any type, especially against Jews again post-Black Death for sadly predictable anti-Semitic reasons, and even being from continental Europe would not have made someone "English" in their eyes. Even by the Elizabethan era, it was almost impossible for a foreign-born citizen (or "denizen," meaning something akin to "permanent resident") to get licensed as a guildsman in the city of London, and without that license, you could not run a business, practice a trade, or engage in substantial paid work in any way.

Likewise, medieval notions of race were fluid, uncertain, and often linked to religion more than ethnic origin. There are several Arthurian legendarium reworkings, and epic poems such as The King of Tars, where the "happy" ending is that the mixed-race, Muslim, or black hero is converted to Christianity and abandons whatever untrue pagan religion he has been following before. This is often accompanied with a literal physical transformation turning him from black- or dark-skinned (impure) to white (pure). So yes, racial thinking and categories did exist, but it wasn't seen as fixed or unalterable, and again, wasn't really the first or primary way in which Otherness was constructed (compared to say, "Saracen," which functioned throughout almost the entire medieval era as a marker of difference and had varied racial, religious, sexual, and ethnic connotations, but originally came from the term for Muslims).

So anyway: hopefully that all makes sense and provides some context in both my historical and fandom thinking on the matter. Thanks for the question!

[rantahead]

Why I Believe BoruSara Won't Happen

No hate, this is just my opinion

In most anime fandom, it’s a thing for people to guess or predict who the mc will end up with, and Boruto is no exception.

Boruto: Naruto Next Generation, now taking on the title of Boruto: Two Blue Vortex, was introduced in chapter 700 of the Naruto manga. After its introduction in the manga and the Boruto the Movie, people speculated that Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha would make a cute couple (as an ex-BoruSara shipper, I can confirm), but as the anime was undergoing, people noticed Sarada’s real personality and better people on who Boruto could end up with. There were options like the late Sumire Kakei, Eida, or even Ouga.

But that’s not about them. Now, it’s about why I believe BoruSara won’t happen.

Now, I used to be a BoruSara shipper (mostly ’cause of after the movie). I thought they’d be cute together, but after the anime began, I started to notice how stuck-up and bratty she was, resembling Sakura’s worst traits, uselessness and crybaby at the top. I saw how she belittled Boruto for not being able to keep up with her. 

Then I began thinking, “Would they really make a good couple?” 

Basically, the only reason this couple is the most popular is because of their parents, who were the main characters of Naruto, the generation before them. They had a sibling-like bond and a romantic relationship (SasuNaru, NaruSaku, SasuSaku). Now, while Naruto was still underway, most people believed that Naruto and Sakura would be end game, but Masashi Kishimoto, the writer of the Naruto manga and anime, shocked us all by having Naruto end up with the secondary girl, Hinata Hyuga. 

So, needless to say, Kishi isn’t one to put the obvious ships to happen.

However, most of the fandom disliked Sakura, so they didn’t want Naruto to end up with her, but the only people who did were NaruSaku and Sakura stans, who were loud just like Sakura, and they basically took over the fandom. But once their ship sank, they moved onto the next best thing, BoruSara. 

I’m just rambling at this point, so I’ll begin so I don’t take up most of your time. 

In Boruto the Movie, Sarada and Boruto were seen blushing over little things and wanting to protect each other, even wanting to follow paths like the others’ fathers. Boruto made a vow to protect her when she became Hokage, which Sarada began to blush furiously, making fans speculate that this couple was end game.

But are they really?

1. They have similar personalities:

The Naruto couples usually are yin and yang. Yin means quiet, emotionless, or shy, whereas yang means loud, obnoxious, and easily angered. Now, you could tell that at the very beginning, Boruto was easily ruled as yang, just like his father. He loved to pull pranks and try to get his dad’s attention in the worst of ways. He was always loud, but a loyal friend. Now Sarada, she was not as fast, but was also ruled as yang eventually. She was not as loud as Boruto, but still loud. She’d get riled up whenever Boruto was near, and was mostly always shouting. 

For example, Naruto was yang, Hinata was yin. Sai was yin, Ino was yang. Sasuke was yin, Sakura was yang. 

You see where I’m going with this?

They are many scenes of them fighting.

You don’t see any other canon Naruto/Boruto fighting like this, now, do you? But most people are probably going to say it’s unique and that’s why it’s going to happen. Most people say that BoruSumi is the next NaruHina, but there’s no new NaruHina, no new Naruto and no new Hinata.

2. Blushes:

Sarada has seen to blush multipule times at Boruto, and vice versa. This could be a key point as to BoruSara being end game, or it could be ship bait for another one.

Now, these show that BoruSara just might happen. But then again, NaruSaku reached this level of extreme and look what happened. But I won’t write off these blushes, but Boruto only blushed around her because she got to close, which is normal. Now, Sarada only blushed around him because he vowed to protect her, so it was probably out of embarrassment or gratefulness, doesn’t mean she fell in love with him (btw, am I the only one that thinks she looks ugly when she blushes?). Boruto has been seen blushing around Mitsuki a few times, but that’s because Mitsuki claimed him as his sun and got close.

3. Touch:

Sarada has gotten intimate when touching Boruto (not too much though). And has just touched him when he didn’t want it.

Now, in the second pic (I couldn’t find the English ver.), Boruto did say, “Watch the hands!”, implying that he didn’t like being touched by her. In the second pic, he has shown to make a disgusted face when she placed only a few fingers on his shoulder, not even a full hand.

4. Denied feelings:

Now, Sarada has not shown any romantic feelings towards Boruto, and vice versa. In fact, Sumire Kakei confessed her feelings towards Boruto and Sarada didn’t seem to mind much. 

Sarada even confessed that it doesn’t bother her if other girls like Boruto. Mitsuki has also asked Sarada the same question, assuming she did.

Here, she seemed annoyed at Mitsuki for asking (assuming). Now, Eida, too, asked Sarada the same question the other two did.

Here, Eida assumed that Sarada liked Boruto because they were on the same team and were close. She wanted to know if Sarada could be a potential threat to her and Kawaki’s relationship. Sarada seemed annoyed, but she was also blushing. Now, this blush did not mean her feelings were revealed. It could’ve meant that she had to practice to pretend to be Eida’s captive, because we see Sumire blush, too.

Sumire did blush when asking about why Eida liked Kawaki, but that’s not because she liked Kawaki. She was embarrassed and shy at that moment, knowing she was immune. Sarada could’ve been the same why because we see both girls blushing during the whole conversation.

5. Same team:

People may think this is a winning factor to BoruSara, but in reality, it’s not. Boruto and Sarada are on the same team, only because it’s natural for an Uchiha and Uzumaki to be on the same team. People believe that it’s canon because it somehow resembles SasuSaku (Boruto being Sasuke, Sarada being Sakura). But Kishi hates same team ships. SasuSaku was the only one to become canon, and look how that turned out; a man who left to go get milk and never came back, a obsessive stalker, and a crybaby child. From what Kishi has stated in interviews, SasuSaku is almost close to getting a divorce, and that Sarada is the only thing keeping the ship still going.

If BoruSara became canon and they have a child, the child would be miserable. If Sarada becomes Hokage and Boruto becomes Shadow Hokage, they won’t be around much and the kid would practically raise itself and Kishi cares too much for Boruto to do that to him.

6. Boruto’s eye and Sarada’s MS:

People believe this is also a winning factor to the BoruSara ship, but it’s not. In fact, it’s another con.

Boruto lost his eye to protect Sarada, who was too dumb to activate her Sharingan when Kawaki was walking towards them. Her knees were about to give way and you could tell she was scared, yet she never activated her Sharingan, meaning Boruto had to lose an eye because of her.

7. “He’s like a brother to me”:

A major red flag of BoruSara would be that Sarada confessed that Boruto was like a brother to her.

This means that the ship is basically incest at this point. And to top it off, Naruto and Sasuke are the reincarnations of Asura and Indra, two brothers, so their clans are close, meaning they are distant relatives.

Now, I’m not saying that BoruSara isn’t going to happen. Who knows, maybe Kishi will break everything that’s happened and make them canon, but it’s highly unlikely, especially after Sarada claiming his like a brother. 

But to each their own. We all have our own opinions on ships and our own ships that we like. We can’t force each other to like one ship and hate the other, it’s our own choice. Whether or not you want to ship BoruSara, that’s fine. But these are straight evidence that they’re more like siblings (including the hair styles in Two Blue Vortex).

After all, they’re not the new NaruSaku, SasuSaku, or NaruHina. They’re the new SasuNaru. But if they do become canon, some SasuNaru fans are probably going to say that if Sasuke or Naruto was a girl, then they would’ve been canon. 

But anyway, it’s okay if you like this ship or if you don’t, it doesn’t matter. We all have our own choices.

[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: the plan/outline regarding this chapter was completely different but I ended up liking this too much to scrape it. so ophi and ria haven’t met properly just yet. but we do get a small glimpse into something very important and ria does meet someone.

masterlist // ao3

CHAPTER IV: WARMTH

The first thing that came back to Reverie’s awareness was more of a sensation. Something singing inside of her chest, weaving itself around her heart.

Then the scent of Opium poppies mixed with strawberries and sandalwood, invaded her senses.

Much like the scent that she would dream while walking on those now so familiar clearings. That would get stronger when she approached the canopy of orange trees.

She slowly felt more awareness coming to her, she was laying down in something soft. There were muffled noises, voices speaking close to her but it was like she had her head underwater. Everything was murky.

She felt a familiar hand clutching her own, she knew that was Nesta’s — whose fingers were tracing her knuckles, in a nervous manner.

A hand moving a strand of hair from her face, Elain.

And she could feel Feyre’s presence both physical and close to her mind.

“She’s awaking.” Feyre’s voice was the first one she heard properly but it was the raw worry in it that made Reverie open her eyes. Eyes that met her sister blue ones but also the ceiling of the winter palace.

Not the time to pass out Reverie, she chides in her mind.

‘I’m afraid, that was a fitting situation,’ Rhysand’s coice comes in her mind, but he’s not on her line of view.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“No not that. Rhys said fitting situation.” Reverie says sitting up with Elain and Feyre’s help. “What did he mean?”

Feyre’s eyes moved towards Elain and Elain looked at Nesta.

“Guys, you three are freaking me out a bit.” Reverie says quietly, eyes darting between her sisters.

“Um… there’s a situation.” Nesta begins.

“A situation really?” Elain asks their eldest sister.

“How you you put it then Elain?”

“That it was her magic reacting.”

“Reacting to what?”

“A mating bond.” Feyre says quietly.

And the silence that follows is deafening. Reverie isn’t sure if she heard it right.

“What?”

“you’re apparently mated to the High Lord of Dusk.” Gwyn says when she realizes no one did elaborate.

Reverie blinks once, twice, thrice, “The what from where?”

“Apparently, besides the whole Kochei thing. Kallias was contacted by the High Lord of Dusk, who’s court had been trapped by magic for over a 700 years.” Feyre says, “you started going pale the second we could feel his magic.”

“oh.”

“Oh?” Nesta says, “that’s your reaction “oh”?”

“I didn’t think I would have a mate,” Reverie says quietly, “I mean yeah, there were the weird dreams in places I never saw but I thought it was my head trying to comfort me after everything, not a mating bond. And now?”

“Well the High Lords are meeting.” Elain says, and Rhys, Azriel and Cassian’s absences make sense. The other two were probably there to keep the united front and to watch over Rhys.

“Shouldn’t you be there Fey?”

“I am. In a way.” She says, tapping her temple. “They’re discussing the basics of what we know. Vassa is explaining what she knows and Jurian is being Jurian and glaring at everyone.”

“That tracks.” Lucien comments.

“Lainey?” Reverie calls turning to Elain.

“Yes?”

“Did you see anything regarding this or him?”

“No.” Elain shakes her head, “but his cousin had to drag him to the meeting when they decided it was for the best to give you some air.”

A knock on the door stops any comments anyone else might make, and Vivianne enters the room, letting out a relieved sigh when she sees Reverie awake.

“Oh good, thank the mother, you’re okay.” she then moves handing her a large mug. “Hot chocolate.” She says when Reverie frowns before accepting the mug, “obviously with added cinnamon.”

“Thank you, Viv.”

“No problem. A little pick me up after fainting is good. I wasn’t sure if you drank alcohol so sweet it is.”

“Good choice.” Elain says with a smile, brushing Reverie’s hair down.

“Now… Feyre, would you tell Rhysand to tell him about her being awake.” Vivianne says, “he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.”

“already done.”

“Territorial Males.” Vivianne says with a dramatic sigh, “they turn into such mother hens.”

Elain snorts while giving Lucien a pointed look.

“Anything you wanna say, Blossom?”

“No dearest, nothing.” Elain says with a playful smile.

Nesta rolled her eyes at the two but Reverie could see the happiness in her eyes at their sister happiness, as Nesta unconsciously kept tracing Reverie’s knuckles.

“Will any of you grace me with the knowledge of his name at least? Or will I be in the dark?”

“Ophiuchus.” Feyre says.

“Like the constellation?”

“Family tradition, I’m afraid.” A voice joins the conversation and a girl with curly jet black hair and silver eyes, makes herself know, with a quick dip of her head in green. “I’m Ayla Hesperus. Ophiuchus’ cousin, and his second.”

“I’m-“

“Reverie Archeron.” Ayla finished with a smile, “quite the myth all of you. Even with so little time with our court being able to contact the outside world again, the stories have already reached us.”

“Ophi almost fainted when we crossed the threshold into the palace. You can ask Lady Vivianne, he all but froze.”

“Just Vivianne, Ayla.”

The jet-haired woman nods but continues to look at Reverie, who looks at her, her curiosity getting the best of her so she has to ask.

“Does your court holds a clearing, a large one by a cluster of mountains. That has a canopy of orange trees by a lake?”

Ayla’s eyes widen. “You saw Euryphaessa.” She says slowly, “it’s our capital.”

“Well, if my dreams are anything to go by it’s beautiful.” Reverie says shyly.

“It is.” Ayla says with a smile. “Well, I just came to check on by. Taran deal with Ophi. I come here and see you’re okay by myself and he stays and pays attention on the meeting. Males I tell you, sometimes… by the mother. I will see you soon.”

And with a dip of her head she leaves.

“Did she just confirm I dreamt about a place that I’ve never been in or even knew that existed?” Reverie asks after a beat of silence.

“She did.” Lucien nods.

“Did any of you have that?”

“Dreamt of the night sky but not something specific.” Feyre says, with a pensive look.

“That’s nowhere near as specific, though.” Elain comments.

“Yeah, fair point.” Feyre says, “everything will be fine, Ria.”

“We are in the middle of a war, Fey.”

“Don’t do that to yourself.” Gwyn says, with a serious tone.

“Do what?”

“Try to push the idea that you can be happy away from your mind.”

Reverie sighs but nods under the gaze of the red headed Valkyrie and of her older sisters.

“It will be alright, Reverie.” Vivianne says comfortingly, “if it gives you any piece of mind, he’s very much a respectable male. And very very handsome.”

Reverie just nods stressing her lower lip with her teeth, but her cheeks flush slightly, the first action results in her gaining a squeeze on her hand from Nesta.

“Are we to stay here or go to the meeting?”

“Staying here is better.” Feyre says, “at least for now.”

……..

Vivianne promptly brings a lot of finger foods and drinks for the other’s when it’s decided that they’re staying in the room.

Elain ends up settling on redoing Reverie’s hair as Nesta and Gwyn tell Vivianne about the Valkyrie training.

“Your mind is away.” Elain says quietly.

“I’m a tad bit overwhelmed.” Reverie says back in the same tone. “And a bit embarrassed.”

“Whatever for?”

“I fainted Lainey.”

“The amount of magic that swirled around the room? It would be weird if you hadn’t.” Elain says.

“Maybe… is it stupid that I’m also nervous?”

“No no it’s not,” Elain says with a shake of her head. “It’s normal I’d say. Me and Lucien met under different circumstances but I do believe that nervousness is about normal when it comes to a mating bond. People just react to the nervousness in different ways.”

“You mean you hiding from him, Feyre throwing a shoe at Rhys and Nesta aggravating Cassian.” Reverie teases.

“And you fainting.” Elain teases back.

Reverie gives her a tentative smile.

“What’s really on that head of yours?”

“You’re a Seer, Nesta is Lady Death and a Valkyrie, Feyre is the Cursebreaker. I’m just me. What if that’s not enough?”

“It will be. You’re enough Reverie, more than enough” Elain says, adamant tone in her voice, as she finishes her hair, “and you never know. Things change with time. We did so didn’t we?”

“Okay.” Reverie says, letting out a breath. “That’s a good point. More than a good point actually.”

“Oh I know I’m brilliant,” Elain jokes practically preening in delight making Reverie laugh.

…..

taglist: @imma-too-many-fandoms

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Kinktober Day 10 - Size difference

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 10 of Kinktober is: size difference - Heehoo x amab reader. Big man, big everything :3

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 700+

Tags/warnings: size difference, thigh fucking

Heehoo is the farthest from a small creature. He towers over you with ease. At 7″4 there is nothing about him that isn’t big, and you love it.

Big hands wrapping around yours to warm them, big smile as he brings you berries, big lap that you love to sit and cuddle in.

And as you wake up in what you’ve affectionately dubbed your nest, you feel one of the not small things about him press against your ass as Heehoo rumbles behind you.

“Oh, good morning to you too.”

“Mate.” His arms around press you close, and he ruts against you, the feeling of him already leaking against your back making your own dick stir, very much interested now.

“Alright, yeah, fuck, hold on, let me get the lu-”

“No.”

“What you mean no? We talked about this, I need- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you feel Heehoo lift up your leg a bit, pushing his dick between your thighs. “Okay yeah, that won’t need much, but fuck, we still need some for the s-”

“No.” Once more that word, this time coupled with Heehoo moving his hips back a bit, before thrusting forwards. It glides with ease, which makes you realize he must have been leaking a good bit already.

Fuck, how long had he been awake for before you?

“Shit, yeah, oh, fuck yeah.” You mumble out as Heehoo starts to fuck the space between your thighs in earnest. His arms keep you in place with ease as he sets the pace he wants, which is fast and rough this time. You hold on for dear life, every thrust almost shaking you.

How easily you’re kept where he wants, and how small that makes you feel makes a low moan bubble up from your throat. Heehoo makes a sound you’ve dubbed a chuff (like a big cat), so pleased with the response he’s getting.

Your cock is now rock hard, and you have half a mind to touch yourself, but Heehoo beats you to it. A big and warm hand closes around your cock, starting to jerk you off more or less in tandem with Heehoo’s hips.

A pause as you’re moved up a bit, then the rough pace continues. Heehoo seems to be chasing his own orgasm as fast as possible, which you don’t mind at all, as he’s very much dragging you there with him.

His mouth dances over your shoulder before teeth worries at the skin, the bite soft compared to the way his cock moves between your thighs. Though you’re certain it will leave a mark, and that sends another wave of arousal washing over you.

Heehoo using your thighs to get off as he makes sure you do the same gets you close the edge almost embarrassingly quickly.

“Fuck Heehoo, I’m gonna, I’m gon-”

“Cum.” His low and gravely voice whispers, fucking whispers next to your ear. And fuck, that sends you over the edge with the loudest moan you’ve made today.

A few more thrusts, and Heehoo follows, spilling himself over and between your thighs, some of it making its way onto your stomach to mix with your own cum.

Heehoo groans, hips bucking through the aftershocks as you both come down, panting being the only thing filling the air for a few minutes.

“Good mate.”

“Fuck, you too, but fucking hell we’ve made a mess.”

“I clean.”

“Wh-” You can’t even manage a word before you’re moved and flipped onto your back with Heehoo over you. He towers over you, but gives you a long and almost sweet kiss before moving down to start lapping at the cum covering your stomach.

“Holy shit, fuck-” At a loss for words, you just watch as Heehoo licks up your shared cum from your stomach and thighs.

He makes sure he gets every drop, his tongue having covered a good deal of you before he is done. You’re almost surprised you aren’t hard again, almost a little disappointed, but Heehoo hardly seem to mind as he moves back up, catching your lips in a kiss to let you taste your mixed taste on his lips.

His broad tongue comes out to play a little bit before he leans back to nose along your neck, once more letting out a little chuff.

“Good mate.”

[lyranova]

600 and 700 Follower Event!

Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing well! Since I’ve gotten a lot of my regular requests done I decided to go ahead and open my event requests 🥰, now since this is a double event you all will have a few options. You can either ask for a Oneshot or you can ask for my opinion on Black Clover Characters/Ships/Story/etc; or you can ask for both 🥰! I do have a few rules as far as my writing prompts go and they will be listed below but first I’ll put the “Character Opinions”!

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You can ask for my Black Clover opinion on any character/ship/story/etc;! This will be closed when I close my writing requests (which will be when I hit 15 for each prompt list), but until then you guys can ask me anything and everything about BC and I’ll give you my opinion, you may also ask as many times as you’d like for this, even if you have follow up questions or just want to discuss things more 🥰!

Now onto the prompts~!:

1. There will be 2 prompt options, the first prompt option is “Love Me Like You Do” which is a SFW prompt list. Then there is “Touch Me Like You Do” which is more NSFW/Suggestive.

2. I will only be accepting 15 requests for both prompt lists!

3. If you decide to request from “Touch Me Like You Do” then you MUST be off anon. Period. But I will keep you anonymous unless otherwise stated (in other words you need to request off anon, but when I post it you’ll stay anonymous!).

4. Most of the prompts are romantic in nature but I can try my best to do platonic ones if the prompt is right!

5. I do not have an end date for these, I’ll close the event when I reach 15 requests for each prompt list!

These are all the rules I can think of so far, but please read my regular rules as well because those will also apply to this! Now onto the prompt lists~!

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Playlist Here

ALL SLOTS HAVE BEEN TAKEN FOR THIS PROMPT LIST!

1 “Just let me love you (let me love, let me love you)”

2 “All I know is I know that I'm giving you my life”

3 “Hold my hand and keep me close, I'll never let you go. No, not tonight. Keep me by your side”

4 “Isn’t it lovely the way that you love me? The way that you, way that you do.”

5 “And I'd give up forever to touch you. 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be. And I don't want to go home right now.”

6 “All that I ever was, Is here in your perfect еyes, they're all I can see.”

7 “Put your hand in mine. You know that I want to be with you all the time. Oh darlin', darlin', baby, you're so very fine.”

8 “I'm breaking down living in the memories. Inside my memory,”

9 “Please don’t be in love with somebody else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

10 “It's a promise I'm making to you. Whatever may come, your heart, I will choose.”

11 “The shadows of your heart are hanging in the sweet, sweet air, (I know you, baby).”

12 “What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart. But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.”

13 “If I was your hero, would you be mine? I know this ain't a fairytale, this is real life.”

14 “So I wrote it down on our kitchen table. If you ever forget that you love me.”

15 “Kiss me once (If you wanna take it to an even higher level). Kiss me twice (All you gotta do is say the word, you know I'll follow). Kiss me three times (If you wanna take it to an even higher level).”

16 “I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you Tell Me What to Do.”

17 “Just close your eyes. You'll be alright. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound.”

18 “(All I need is you in my life). (I just wanna love you). I need you.”

19 “The shadows of this world. Will try to steal you away into their arms. But you belong in mine.”

20 “Our broken halves, they intertwine. From once was yours and once was mine.”

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1 “I’m really in the mood to tease you today.”

2 “I’m starving, but I want to eat all of you”

3 “I want you. I want you with me, on me, and in me.”

4 “I just want to make you feel good”

5 “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

6 “You’re mine to touch. And no one else’s”

7 “Should I help you wash up?”

8 “I’m already dying to take you right now. So don’t tempt me”

9 “Forgive my lips, they find pleasure in the most unusual places.”

10 “You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how.”

11 “Your pants, they bother me. Take them off.”

12 “I like it when you say my name like that”

13 “I’m not wearing any panties”

14 “You’re mine, and I don’t share”

15 “You’re So Good/You’re Such a Good Girl/Boy”

16 “Tell Me What You Want”

17 “Don’t/Can’t Hold Back”

18 “Shh We’ll Get Caught”

19 “Another Round?”

20 “Are You Sure About This?”