#I've never written smth so soft before

[audblogforfanfics]

HiJack X-mas

Hiccup was finally done with stringing up the last of the Christmas lights when it started to snow. It was nothing heavy, and when he looked up, he felt as if he was in a snow globe. What a peaceful feeling, Hiccup thought, smiling softly.

When he went inside, the feeling of peace turned into one of warmth. Jack was there in a hideous holiday sweater, a record of Bing Crosby’s Christmas hits playing, wrapping presents for the kids he babysits, with Toothless stretching on the carpet. Hiccup leaned on the entryway and watched his boyfriend argue with his best friend about whether hot chocolate or eggnog is the better holiday drink. He silently wished him luck, Astrid was Very Stubborn. She was sitting on the floor, pointing knitting needles threateningly at Jack, forgetting about the yarn in her lap and blue parakeet on her shoulder (Stormfly wasn’t too happy about that).

As he silently enjoyed the warm, fuzzy feeling, Hiccup started to think about when everyone will come. His parents are going to arrive tomorrow, late in the morning, while all his friends are probably going to come when they least expect it. They’ll probably bring their pets, too, so he’ll have to make sure he has all the needed supplies. Most of Jack’s foster family would come tonight, maybe early morning, seeing as a lot of them work at night. All the kids are coming tomorrow, around lunch. He hopes the pizza will arrive on time. Should he have ordered it earlier? The Christmas tree was still undecorated, cause they all decided to do it together, but maybe he should get everything started just to make sure nothing breaks- it wouldn’t be good if somebody got cut on Christmas Eve. Some of the guests don’t really celebrate Christmas, and they said it was fine, but what if-

A hand is waving in front of his face. “Heeyyy, Hics, you finished with the lights?”

Hiccup relaxes and smiles softly, thanking the gods for his wonderful boyfriend- he didn’t even notice he started spiraling. “Yeah, got inside a few minutes ago.. You almost done with wrapping the gifts?”

Jack grinned, “All completed, actually~. You’ll be happy to know that each gift is signed, sealed, and under the tree.”

A slow song started- I’ll Be Home For Christmas, one of Jack’s favorites. Speaking of, once he noticed, he immediately pulled Hiccup into an offbeat slow dance, smiling widely.

“Where did Astrid go?” he asked, once he finally noticed they were alone (aside from Toothless, who was taking a catnap on the armchair).

“Who knows? Just keep dancing, Dragon Boy”

“..whatever you say, Mr Frost”

Jack laughed in response, Hiccup’s dry tone having little effect. They danced till they were dizzy, falling to the floor in laughter. Astrid was unimpressed when she checked on them, just telling the boys to help her with the baking before she burned their house down (a very real threat). Three bad cooks were better than one, though. Who knows, maybe they’ll make something slightly edible.

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sooo, I hope you enjoyed! Jack, Hiccup, and Astrid talk about the plans later, as they’re baking without burning the house down, don’t worry- this was very self indulgent, considering this has been on my mind for a while.. Feel free to add anything! I hope you have a wonderful night/day ^w^

[7ndipity]

Dating Jungkook headcanons

Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, a lil suggestive, I think that's it

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I've never written a list like this before so it's a little scattered, sorry. Anyway I'm very soft for this man now, goodbye.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jungkook is, for lack of a better word, messy. But like in all the best ways.

Late night hangouts when y'all can't sleep and you just end up at the local convenience store, eating snacks or whatever and talking until you notice the sun coming up.

I know I wrote a lil blurb abt it already, but karaoke dates are a regular occurrence. Doesn't matter if you can sing or not, y'all are just having a good time seeing who can hit the highest note(it's him, sorry)

He's one of those people whose friends probably tease cause he says "my s/o is my best friend". But he actually means it, you are his best friend.(I really feel like he would fall for a friend, but that's a discussion for a ot7 reaction I'm working on for next week👀)

Acts really cocky sometimes, but will fold like a house of cards(ha) into the softest boi at the slightest provocation from you.

He's fucking whipped for you, and he knows it.

Was so nervous to kiss you the first time that he legit backed out like three times before it finally happened.

Probably has some kind of nickname for you like "my light" or "my life."

But on the other hand, y'all also tease each other relentlessly, it's like a second love language with him.

Like he will sit there while you're trying to read or smth and poke your cheeks until he gets a reaction out of you.

Will make height jokes, even if you're only like 1in shorter than him.

"Tiny baby." He coos while patting your head. "I'm gonna climb up there and kill you." You warn. "So tiny, so precious."

But if he catches anyone else giving you a hard time about something, God help them.

Possessive(*cough perilla leaf debate)

Gives you his sweatshirts to wear because you look cute in them, but also loves that it's a subtle sign to anybody else that you're his.

This goes both ways though, he loves when you call him yours.

The first time you called him "your boyfriend", he legit short-circuited for a second.

Would probably have matching, macrame type couple bracelets that y'all made together for your second or third month anniversary.

Protective AF

Does that thing where he makes sure you walk on the inner half of the sidewalk when are you're out together, so you're protected from the street?

Not big on Pda exactly, but usually has an arm around you or is holding your hand. He doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, it's just kinda become a habit to have you close as much as possible.

He gets so little time with you as it is, so he just wants to make every second count.

When it's just the two of you though, he becomes a fucking koala and will NOT let you go.

Clings to you like his life depends on it.

Begs you to stay over all the time, swears that he can't sleep well unless you're next to him.

At this point, you might as well move in, half of your shit's at his place already anyway.

Looks at you like you're a literal dream.

Like some mornings when neither of you are really awake yet, you look over and he's just staring at you over your coffee mug like🥺

Loves to make you flustered tho

Like, if he notices you have a thing for his arms, he's gonna take every chance he can to roll his sleeves up in front of you just to see your face go red.

Randomly walks up to and gives you these deep, intense kisses and then? just fucking walks away as if nothing happened? Like, nuh-uh, get your ass back here and finish what you started sir!

Talks about your future together with such casual certainty. Like "when we get married, we should get a house like that".

Refers to Bam as your child.

Idk where I'm going with this or how to end it, so I'm just gonna stop here, but yeah. I just think he's neat lol.

[wonfilms]

a/n : brain is brr-ing because soobin being all blushy and cute is all i can think about, i've never written smth like this before icl.. but omg warnings: suggestive.

soobin was an utter blushing mess under your touch, he had no idea what had gotten into him.

all he knew was that every time your lips met his had his head reeling with images he didn't think he had the courage to muster up...you were kissing him so softly so damn gently, that his heart almost gave out... you weren't ever harsh but was the intensity of it that made his body shudder and ache for more, but he knew you'd only ever be a little tease, pushing him to the edge before pulling away.

cruel, yet you gave him comfort.

your warm lips gently pushed against his jawline, teeth softly nibbling at his sensitive skin.. your tongue darting out just enough to sooth the slight pain. your fingers started digging against his shirt tugging at it almost as if you wanted it off.. but no it stayed on. you were just teasing and it made soobin ache.

he couldn't help the soft noises of appreciation tumbling from his lips with no control, he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth hoping it'd muffle the embarassment as well as the sound... he didn't have any control over the way his body reacted to your every action, each flick of your warm tongue sent shockwaves of want all the way to his... heart. of course... just his heart.

"b...baby.. y...you massive t..tease.. what're you doing..?" he managed to spit out removing his hand clasped over his mouth, and there you were looking up at him from your place at the crook of his neck with the most painfully sweet look in your eyes..

"nothin' at all soob..?? hmm.." your words dripped with fake innocence, your hum vibrating against his skin.. it made his head throb, and a soft moan to slip out his half open mouth. "god you're gonna k..kill me" he whispered gently, his eyes squeezed shut in a sense of bliss and anticipation as your fingers trailed against his neck.

"just relax honey" you cooed softly.

[v4mpgutz]

can u do smth where ethan buys reader a promise ring pls 🥹 ur fics are amazing 💜

Paper Rings, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]

— i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings

non-gf ethan landry x gn reader -> dating

note: THIS REQUEST AHHH i've been waiting to base a fic off of this song for a while i kiss ur head and i'm glad you enjoy my fics !!

warnings ! — none, just a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff! + reader doesn't have a specified gender but this was written with an afab reader in mind — nothing points to this fact though ! :)

you and ethan hadn't been together for all that long, a year and a half at most. it took him a while to comprehend the depth of his feelings for you and it was really scary for him.

growing up having been pressured to constantly be as good as or better than his older brother really messed with his head. he constantly had doubts that he wouldn't be good enough for you and that you deserved someone better — someone that wasn't him.

over the course of the first few weeks you and ethan had actually been together, there was cute little dates, hand-holding, giggling into little (sometimes awkward) kisses and him trying to get a grasp on his feelings.

majority of the time he couldn't quite put a finger on what emotions he was feeling. sometimes he thought he was angry when he was really just sad, sometimes he thought he was anxious when he was actually excited.

with you, though? he'd never understood an emotion so clearly in his life.

his heart was filled with love for you, that he knew. love so pure and soft and gentle that it felt like almost nothing could tarnish it. you made him understand himself better — you encouraged him when he would beat himself up over bad grades, you loved him; and he loved you too.

that was precisely the reason why he found himself buying you a promise ring. he'd seen you eyeing a specific one each time you shopped together and you'd talked about promise rings to him a few times.

originally, he didn't know how to feel about those because what if it jinxed your relationship? what if you ended up splitting off and going your seperate ways?

however, after a few weeks just spent thinking it over — all up in his head about it; he decided he wanted to get you one. it'd be a surprise, of course.

one night he had your hand next to his, a measuring tape over the width of both of your fingers. he acted like he was simply comparing handsizes, laughing when you pointed out that he was measuring the wrong way.

"oh, you're right, baby," he chuckled but made a mental note of the size of your left ring finger.

the next time you went to the mall together he kissed your cheek gently before pulling his hand away from yours. "i'll be back, angel," he told you, "just need to go to the bathroom."

you nodded and sat on a bench in the food court, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him.

he made sure you weren't looking before he snuck off to the jewellery store, wanting to be as quick as possible so you wouldn't get suspicious. as soon as he was being served, he told the employee the exact ring and size.

it was made to be, it seemed, when the older woman told him that was the last of that ring in that size they had in stock.

he smiled brightly and thanked the woman, paying (quite a hefty price) and slipping the little box into his pocket. he'd get a matching one for himself later, he thought.

when you'd both gotten back to your apartment (which pretty much belonged to the both of you now), he'd sat down with you on the sofa. he kissed your hands gently and pulled you into his chest, the two of you sitting there together in silence for a few minutes — just in eachother's company.

he felt his stomach bubbling up with nerves but pushed them back down. nothing was going to ruin this moment. he cleared his throat to which you perked up, pulling away from him to look into his eyes.

"i don't know much about how to do these things without being awkward," he mumbled as his eyes looked anywhere but at you.

"i wanted this to be special and i know that it's been hard... dealing with me and all, but now i know that i can trust you. i really feel like.. like you understand me better than anyone else ever has before and i can confidently say that i love you."

he took a shaky breath, a smile plastering itself onto his face.

"i know we're still young but i truly think i want to spend the rest of my life with you," he went on as your eyes widened in fear somewhat. "th— this isn't a proposal!" he quickly reassured you, to which you calmed.

he pulled the box out of his pocket and presented the ring to you, "not a proposal — but a promise that one day, there will be one."

he watched as your eyes lit up, tears gathering along your waterline as you let out a choked sob with a smile. you hugged him tight and took the ring, holding it tenderly in your hands.

ethan watched as you slipped it onto your left ring finger, kissing his cheek and then his lips.

"thank you so much, eth. it's beautiful, i love you."

the brunette-haired boy looked away, bashful before turning back to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "there's honestly nothing i wouldn't do for you."

you admired the ring before glancing at his own left hand, "where's yours?" you asked with a frown.

he laughed awkwardly and chewed his bottom lip, "didn't have the money to get it but i knew i had to get yours today."

ethan looked up, confused as he saw you get up from the couch and heard the jingle of your keys. "where are you going?" he asked, his brows furrowed.

"we're going to get your half of the promise."

your boyfriend simply stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. "i don't have enough money though? i just said that."

you smiled at him, eyes squinted slightly, "i'm buying it. promises are fifty-fifty."

i loved writing this sm omg

[cuips-not-cute]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

thanks @toburnup, @numinosmoon, @pearynice, and @morningberriesao3 for tagging me, y'all are the coolest<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

nine!! but one of them is my darling friend @lollaika's amazing fic, The Agony Of A Loving Gaze, of which i am merely the artist

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

269,805. whew.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stranger things at the moment lmao but i've written for good omens and our flag means death before, too

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

he could be brave, blood is an aphrodisiac, honeyed affection, cyclical, and lover, be good to me.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes i do!! i'm horribly, horribly behind atm but i will catch up!! love engaging with people who like my stories, and i've made some fabulous friends thru ao3 comments, too<3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

don't think any of mine?? big fan of happy endings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gosh i don't even know they all pretty much have the "and they lived happily ever after" vibe at the end i'm a sucker for sweet stuff what can i say??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've gotten a couple weird comments from peeps who don't know how to read tags but those go straight in the trash, good vibes only

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

me?? smut?? never!!! lmao i like it all, the kinkier the better. one of my most proudest smut scenes i've written involved some super sweet fisting. i love stuff that's fucking depraved but still with a good undercurrent of softness. love it when they're gross and in love

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i haven't!! generally can only focus on one fandom at a time so i don't know that i ever will but i love a good crossover fic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i know!! just waiting for the day that i see my art on like pinterest or smth, tho

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no but gosh that would be SO COOL!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have not!! love beta'ing and being a soundboard for all my super cool and talented writer friends but i write so erratically that i doubt i could co-write with someone

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

...steddie. i'm so embarrassed but i love them. ineffable husbands is SUPER close behind, tho

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

hmm, had a kooky tentacle porn oneshot in the works but that always gets put on the back burner while i'm writing a multichap thing...and i seem to always be writing a multichap thing. maybe one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

oh smut, probably. my fav thing to write , too, so it makes sense. tho i've heard from multiple sources that my kiss scenes are good, but those usually lead up to the smut anyways lololol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

hmm, scene transitions or points where i need the mood to shift dramatically. usually skip around those and write them later during the second draft

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

it's cool!! i'm lame and don't know any other written languages so i prolly never would do it for fear of mistranslating smth but it's neat to see, especially when it's the author's native language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

technically i think way back when i worte a lil thing for the gemma doyle series, did not think of it as fanfic at the time, tho

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

cyclical!! that one was a BEAST but i'm stupidly proud of her. as it is a time loop fic it was THE angstiest thing i've ever written but i had a great time making it.

honorable mention for my current wip, tho, which will be a steddie sex tape au chock full of pining and porn. hopefullyyyy the first chapter will be out soon (!!!)

tagging the lovelies: @lollaika @jhrc666 @steddielations @thefreakandthehair @phantom-organism and @wormdebut <3<3

[robo-writing]

hi hiiiii can I request a fic of clive x petite f!reader that's super timid anxious n shy, and overly sheltered and innocent to the point she acts childish and ppl sometimes mistake her for a kid? can't wield a dagger to save her life, would curl into a ball and cry if shit got bad, and the hideaway peeps would likely think of her as a load to carry but never admit it out loud bc they're good ppl

I see all these clive x reader fics where the reader is super confident, flirty, and a real bad bitch with a blade/magic/smth generally cool and like,, props to y'all sexy girlbosses out there but I've got no shame in saying I've got bad social anxiety and would realistically have a panic attack and go into shock upon seeing one (1) corpse. I need more rep for my softer damsel in distress girlies 🌸✨💞💫🌼

Oh I love this, we need rep for the damsels just as much as the femme fatales! (This anon also requested this be written for a plus sized reader!)

When Cid told you about his plans you freely offered your services. Sure you couldn’t fight, but you could very well act as moral support!

A resistance is only as good as its soldiers, and without basic necessities there was no hope of survival. Food, water, clothes, if you weren’t at the hideaway you were at the market restocking for supplies.

Even if you couldn’t fight you had a nose for a good deal, even Lady Charon was impressed by the haul you’d bring back at times

And you were such a sweetheart, always volunteering your time in order to maintain the hideaway

Perhaps it’s that loving nature that drew Clive to you in the first place.

You were no dominant, no soldier, hells you couldn’t even witness the sight of blood without being nauseous

But you made up for that in spades; your kindness, your willingness to help those in need

You may not risk your limbs against steel, but being a part of Cid’s grand plan meant that you were risking your life

And for that, Clive is more than grateful to have you by his side

Whether you believe it or not, you were risking your life just as much as anyone else here

You remind him that there is good in the world worth fighting for

Still, there is a small part of you that feels lesser for being unable to join in the action

You’re surrounded by talented fighters—Gav, Cid, Jill—the list goes on

Especially when it came to Jill, when stood side by side the two of you couldn’t be more opposites

A brave young woman who fought her way from slavery, dominant of Shiva, adept with a rapier

And then there was you, shy, timid, the sharpest thing you’ve ever held being a kitchen knife

But in those days of self-doubt Clive is there to ease the pain

Holding you close, fingers pressed into the plushness of your thighs, he helps you to free yourself of those nasty thoughts, he helps you to forget

And for that, you’re grateful to him.

You scrutinize yourself in the mirror, twisting and turning to see every angle of yourself, that nagging voice in your head pointing out every flaw in your reflection. It picks at all your insecurities with pinpoint accuracy.

Too weak, too big. A burden on everyone here.

The voice is silenced when you feel the familiar comfort of his hands around your torso, slowly swaying you in his hold with his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re doing it again darling.”

You take the time to enjoy the peace he brings you before replying, eyes closed in bliss. “Doing what, Clive?”

A gentle kiss to your neck, he then turns you around to see you in all your glory. His hands find rest on your hips, as if the soft skin was made for his touch.

“You doubt yourself far too much for my liking,” he whispers. “I can see it on your face.”

You don’t have the heart to deny it, so instead you bury your face into his chest, nearly purring in content when he reaches up to stroke your hair.

“You are perfect just the way you are,” he says. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life convincing you of that.”

[septembersghost]

I want thank you so much for introducing me to Taylor Swift! I didn't use to listen to her songs before (dunno why, sometimes I want to check smth out and then I forget), but you talking about her music so passionately moved me. I've just listened to Midnights and it completely blew me away. Bejeweled feels so empowering, bright and asserive, I straight up cried during Snow On the Beach, because it sounds so delicate and hopeful, a bit melancholic but filled with love and tenderness, like a beacon of light gleaming amidst the darkness. But I think Labyrinth is my favorite track on the album, it's just... All the thoughts I've had, the fears I have, and hearing her speak about this kind of place you find yourself in felt so validating to me. "I'm falling in love, oh no, I'm falling in love again", "You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last" - this line, it gripped me and broke me. The idea that grief, like you said, is a continuous experience, and trauma is something you'll be getting over for years and years, and even if you finally heal and grow as a person, it can still impact your life and happiness, in a way that you can't really trust anything again. If something you loved deceived you, hurt you, shot you in the heart in the past, how can you be sure it won't happen again? How can you open up and love something, someone without being swayed by fear of what happened the last time you loved with this intensity? It's almost like opening your old wounds in a way. Tracing them with a knife. If you're detached, if you're shielding yourself, it can never hurt you as much. But love leaves you vulnerable. Love leaves you open and defenseless. It's like handing somebody a gun and saying: "Here, I trust you." But what if you shouldn't? Then there's also "I thought the plane was goin' down, how'd you turn it right around?" For me it's like: "I've been hurt before and betrayed before, I was wounded and grew a thicker skin, I made myself distant, thinking I could never love anyone this much again, but now you are making me feel things, you're bringing those vibrant colors back into my life and I'm so surprised and startled. I'm falling for you and I'm so afraid to fall for you. Please don't hurt me." I apologize if I'm reading this wrong and projecting my own issues a little too much, and I admit I don't know much at all about Taylor's personal life, so my interpretation is probably entirely false. Still, this song speaks to me on a fundemental level and I find myself here too, I can relate and I really love the way she writes her music. Please never stop talking about the things you love, your passion is so igniting and your blog is truly a beautiful place!!! What are your favorite tracks from Midnights?

YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, INTRODUCING PEOPLE TO TAYLOR AND KNOWING THEY THEN LOVE HER TOO IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD! I READ THIS LIKE:

this message makes me so so soft oh my goodness. thank you for sharing this with me, and for reading all my gushing, emotional, silly little posts because it brings me unending joy to discuss music, especially hers, and the depth of love i have for it.

the fact that you enjoyed midnights fills my heart!!! your descriptions are totally beautiful and fit exactly the themes and emotions she's depicting.

I straight up cried during Snow On the Beach, because it sounds so delicate and hopeful, a bit melancholic but filled with love and tenderness, like a beacon of light gleaming amidst the darkness. like this, that is precisely the story she's telling, i cried hearing it too because the wonder and tenderness of it is so tangible.

i am obsessed with your explanation of labyrinth and the fact that it was your favorite - in the video analysis i watched yesterday, the professor discussing the album said it's his favorite song she's ever written and that it (along with a couple of other moments on the album) brought him to tears with how affecting and accessible and vulnerable it is. it's really cool to hear this from you too. her vocals in the song are incredibly beautiful to me, and the way she expresses her fears, and the swirling anxiety of it, and the almost miraculous amazement of realizing that you're finally held and safe. i love the simplicity of the progression from, "uh-oh, i'm falling in love again, oh no, i'm falling in love again" to the simply breath of, "oh. i'm falling in love again." it says so much in so little.

The idea that grief, like you said, is a continuous experience, and trauma is something you'll be getting over for years and years, and even if you finally heal and grow as a person, it can still impact your life and happiness, in a way that you can't really trust anything again. If something you loved deceived you, hurt you, shot you in the heart in the past, how can you be sure it won't happen again? How can you open up and love something, someone without being swayed by fear of what happened the last time you loved with this intensity? It's almost like opening your old wounds in a way. Tracing them with a knife. If you're detached, if you're shielding yourself, it can never hurt you as much. But love leaves you vulnerable. Love leaves you open and defenseless. It's like handing somebody a gun and saying: "Here, I trust you." But what if you shouldn't? Then there's also "I thought the plane was goin' down, how'd you turn it right around?" For me it's like: "I've been hurt before and betrayed before, I was wounded and grew a thicker skin, I made myself distant, thinking I could never love anyone this much again, but now you are making me feel things, you're bringing those vibrant colors back into my life and I'm so surprised and startled. I'm falling for you and I'm so afraid to fall for you. Please don't hurt me."

i'm just quoting your entire wonderful description because you could not be more right. i'm serious, you're spot-on, this is what she's describing, this is the experience the song is about and i'm touched that it spoke to you like this with such clarity. it underscores not only the impact of her writing and how empathetic it is, but how empathetic and perceptive you are too, and it is a gift to read this. it proves to me how powerfully universal her music is, and that's one of the reasons she's been special to people and been successful for so long. i'm not even articulating myself well here because i'm teary over how this resonated for you. 💗💗💗

I can relate and I really love the way she writes her music. forever mood.

my favorite tracks are...tentatively because the entire album keeps growing and transforming for me the more i listen to it!...snow on the beach, sweet nothing, lavender haze, labyrinth, and you're on your own, kid (or mastermind, they keep competing for me). that's from the standard 13, if we include the extra seven 3AM tracks, it gets even trickier for me to decide! (i truly believe would've, could've, should've and bigger than the whole sky are two of the most profoundly impacting songs she's ever written, i also can barely listen to them despite how lovely they are because they HURT). plus the great war is fantastic and opens up a lot of things, it was brave of her to put quite a lot this forth in such a raw way.

do you want a guide for more of her music to listen to? because i am always thrilled to provide one!!! 😄💖

Please never stop talking about the things you love, your passion is so igniting and your blog is truly a beautiful place!!! 🥺🥰 this is the sweetest and highest compliment, and i'm grateful for it, words like these are always encouraging and stay with me. thank you for sharing your light with me too.

[donutsupremacy]

Qiqi's Playdate (Alternate ending)

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Summary:

What if... you didn't fall asleep? What was Qiqi trying to show you? Would Xiao still confess his abnormal feelings for you?

Warnings

Fluffier than Tighnari's ears

Can be considered the canon ending, or not

It's only a part 2 for me

Reader is traveller (You don't get called Lumine/Aether, people refer to you as traveller because you just take their places and save their asses)

Traveller can also be Lumine/Aether (May be Ooc)

And so on so forth

Traveller is shorter than Xiao during a single hug

Xiao is bad at confessions and just casually leaks all of his feelings out

A very badly written confession

A/N: It wasn't until later that I realize Qiqi's playdate might've been somewhat of a bad choice title. Smth like 'In your arms' or whatever cheezy title would be a better choice of a name. This was because I had a different ending for the Oneshot, 'Traveller' was never meant to fall asleep.

Qiqi also never got to show what she wanted 'Traveller' to see. So, i'm gonna write the original ending here lol

The other ending can be viewed here.

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When Xiao said he'd carry them, they were not expecting this.

Their arms wrapped loosely around his neck, chest pressed against his back while his arms were hooked underneath their thighs. This position made them feel quite awkward and flustered, unlike Xiao, who could care less about how he could carry them, so as long as they were close to him. "...Was this really necessary?" The traveller asked meekly, averting their gaze when the Adeptus turned to look at them.

"Is there a specific way you would like me to carry you?" Xiao scoffed. "Besides, Qiqi and Paimon are getting further away. This would be more efficient than to drag you there by the leg."

The traveller pictured the dark haired male with his hand wrapped tightly around their ankle, dragging them around wordlessly and effortlessly while they tried to kick his hand off, angrily yelling at him to let them go. The image caused thdm to chuckle, the vibration from their chest against his back causing him to stiffen for a split second at the odd sensation, before smiling at the sound of their laughter.

The walk was less awkward and more peaceful, the line of trees looming over the duo, casting them in it's shadow, shielding them from the blinding light of the sun. A sea of leaves rained down on them, some landing on top of Xiao's hair, to which, the traveller giggled at before picking them out.

The more they walked— or in this case, Xiao walked, the further they were from Liyue. The traveller, gazing at the ocean, rested their cheek on the Adeptus' surprisingly soft black hair, keeping in their laughter in when his hair tickled their throat.

"I knew you were exhausted. You've been pushing yourself over the limits during your adventures, haven't you?" Xiao asked with a click of his tongue, he could already feel their muscles loosening halfway through the walk, as if they had melted.

The traveller stiffened for a second, before awnsering with a defeated laugh. "Sorry, Xiao... but nowadays, i've been facing a number of strong opponents. You know I can't just simply sit back and relax, but don't worry, I can handle myself just fine." They reassured, but the Adeptus was not buying it whatsoever, already prepared to open his mouth and reprimand the traveller.

"Besides... if i'm ever in trouble, I could always call your name, right?"

Stopping in his tracks, the traveller lifted their head, looking at the back of his head in confusion and worry. Their hands now gripping his tensed shoulders, did they say something wrong? "...Xiao?" They whispered softly, hesitantly leaning to the side to see his reaction.

Instead of a furious or annoyed Adeptus glaring daggers at them, they were met with a perplexed Xiao staring at the groud, deep in thought. "...And what if I am unable to rescue you in time?" His tome barely above a whisper, looking back at you with a guilt-ridden frown. His golden eyes, full of regret and pain, questioned you once more without words, pleading for the truth.

If he wasn't able to save his kin before, what if he can't save the traveller again in the future?

"I... don't understand why, but I despise the thought of you meeting your demise, because I couldn't save you in time." Xiao spoke, his tone laced with bitterness and, as much as he wouldn't admit it, fear.

The traveller leaned closer to his back, wrapping their arms around him and nuzzling their cheek against his hair, elicting a startled noise from the Adeptus. "...You'll always make it on time, no matter what. Even if I fall, I know you'll always be there to catch me." They spoke softly, the sensation of their heartbeat against his back soothing his anxiety.

Xiao hitched a breath, his muscles tensing as your fingers graze across his skin. A muted sigh escapes his lips that twitched upwards, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of the traveller trusting him with their entire life. "...Don't hesitate to call out my name, please." His raspy voice spoke before he continued onwards, a soft hum coming from the traveller.

"I'll never hesitate..."

<Timeskip>

"Traveller, you made it."

"Ugh, took the two of you decades!"

The traveller chuckled, giving their small fairy-like companion a light pinch on their puffed out cheek and causing her to whine angrily, slapping their hand away before stomping the air in a childish manner. "I was tired, alright? Xiao can't just run at full speed while carrying me."

Paimon scoffed, floating over to the traveller's side with a smug expression. "Paimon doesn't feel an ounce of exhaustion at all! Maybe the traveller has been slacking off lately!"

In the midst of their banter, the Adeptus, who was still carrying the traveller, looked over at Qiqi staring off into space. Her pink eyes blinked slowly, before wandering off once more. "Qiqi, get back here!" Xiao demanded angrily, holding onto the traveller's tighs tightly before sprinting towards the child.

The traveller, feeling his gloved fingers dig deeper into their flesh, let out a starled, yet, embarrassed yelp. "Xiao! Wait!" Their hands grip onto his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as soon as he began chasing after the girl. Paimon hurriedly follows the duo, groaning at having to chase the girl once more. "Q-Qiqi! Stop... running?"

All three of them skidded to a halt, their eyes widening at the breathtaking sight in front of them.

A large field, decorated with Qingxin flowers, the snow white petals swaying gently with the wind and glowing under the golden sunlight. In the middle was Qiqi, squatting down and cupping a handful of the flowers with an innocent small smile.

Xiao allowed the traveller off his back, stepping foot into the field with them, careful to not step on the flowers. The petals brushed against their legs as they carefully manoeuvred through the fields, until they had eventually reached the young girl, who was busy intertwining the stems of the flowers together.

"Is this what you wanted to show us, Qiqi?" The traveller asked with a smile of amusement, squatting down next to her with Xiao and Paimon, who were both less than happy for having to chase after the purple haired girl, only to arrive at a field of Qingxin. Quite unnecessary, but the travaller was just relieved that Qiqi didn't get hurt.

"Yes. Qiqi wanted to make you this. As a thank you, for the cocomilk." The girl replied in her usual monotonous voice, gesturing them to lower their head. In her hands was a flower crown made of the Qingxin flowers, presumably for the traveller.

The traveller chuckled, following her gesture by squatting down. The purple haired girl stood on the tip of her toes, placing the flower crown on their head.

Xiao, who standing at the side, watched as the traveller stood back up, now laughing cheerfully while touching the crown. He hitched a breath, unsure of this indescribable feeling at seeing the traveller being this carefree and happy.

"Thank you, Qiqi! It's gorgeous!" The traveller's praise caused Qiqi to smile, turning around to pick more flowers and weave the stems together. "Paimon, what do you think?" Facing their floating companion, her dark purple eyes shining in what looked like excitement.

"Paimon thinks you look pretty! Qiqi! Qiqi! Can you make one for Paimon too?" The small fairy flew over to the young girl, now deciding to bother her and leave the other two alone without much of a thought.

Meanwhile, the traveller turned to the Adeptus, catching him gazing at her with admiration in his eyes. "Xiao?"

"Ahem... What's that?" Xiao asked, immediately regretting his decision to feign stupidity as he already knew what it was anyways. He needed something to distract himself from this abnormal sensation in his heart anyways, including the growing heat in his cheeks.

The traveller, already noticing the blush, chuckled at his failed attempt at acting naive. But for the sake of his pride, they might as well play along. "A flower crown. How do I look?"

Xiao swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to form a proper sentence in his head. "...Perfect."

Even his attempt at calling them mediocre automatically failed, converting his fake little insult to a sincere compliment.

A chuckle erupted from their throat, approaching Xiao, who momentarily backed away as they grew closer to him, only to be surprised with a gentle hug. Their arms wrapped around his torso, leaning into his chest.

His heartbeat easily betrayed him, thumping loudly against his chest and into their ear. "Thank you." The traveller muttered loud enough for him to hear, a small smirk on their face noticing how his heart was beating even faster than before. His demeanor towards any form of affection is endearing.

Xiao's arms hovered around them, anyone could easily see the tremble in them as he wondered if he should return the affectionate gesture or not. Coughing into his fist, the Adeptus hesitantly holds the traveller closer to his chest, his cheeks joining in on the betrayal and turning bright red. Even the sun couldn't shine bright enough to hide it.

"I-It's pointless to show your appreciation like this. There's nothing to be so proud about being... p-pretty." If Xiao's arms weren't occupied by holding the traveller, he would've hit himself for letting that word slip out and stuttering over his words.

Why would he be embarrassed about the truth, though? So what if they're pretty and he admitted it truthfully?

"I know, but i'm glad you found me pretty." The traveller gazed into his eyes with a grateful smile, their eyes reflecting his flustered expression to himself.

Curse the traveller and their ability to easily charm him into their grasp, he didn't even struggle out of their hug. "...Why are you like this?" Xiao restrained a groan, averting his gaze and dropping his arms to his side.

"Why am I like what?" The traveller asked, withdrawing their arms away from him. It's far too embarrassing to admit that he immediately missed their touch.

"Why are you always so— what's a good word to describe you... enchanting?" Xiao suddenly blurted out. The unintentional compliment caused the traveller to choke on air, their face turning bright red, brighter than his blush. "Have you developed a new skill during your travels? Is this... how you lure your enemies into a trap?"

The traveller stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence while the Adeptus patiently waiting. "I-I don't... have that ability." The traveller spoke as calm as they could, using their collar as an attempt to fan themselves. "Besides, you're not some enemy to me, haha... B-But i'm flattered you called me enchanting."

"How interesting... You claim that this isn't a skill you've mastered, yet, it's extremely effective." Xiao stated, eyes squinting at them with suspicion. But regardless, he knew the hero of Liyue would never do anything to harm him.

The traveller awkwardly laughed, briefly making sure Paimon and Qiqi were occupied before gathering the courage to ask a risky question. "...Care to elaborate further on what you're feeling right now?"

"It's as though you're a demon unintentionally taunting me, and I have the urge to eliminate you for distracting me so well from my duties." The traveller was more or less terrified at his wording, if only he wasn't so... foreign to affection. "But rather than eliminate you... I feel more interested on why I crave your prese—..."

Xiao swiftly sealed his lips shut, biting the inside of his cheek and quickly looking away from their surprised gaze. 'Why is everything just leaving my mouth at once?'

It's not exactly uncommon to see Alatus lose his composure like this, but it's mostly due to sheer hatred or anger towards his opponents. Rather... this was the first time he's lost his cool because he felt extremely flustered and shy, possibly even nervous.

"You... crave my presence?" It was scary how the traveller immediately guessed the word correctly, his golden eyes sending the traveller a wavering glare for being bold enough to finish his sentence.

"...Yes." Xiao begrudgingly awnsered.

It wasn't difficult to piece the puzzles together, nor did it took too long. At least for the traveller anyways, who averted their gaze away from him, wondering if they should take the risk or not. It would be rude to assume someone's feelings, let alone getting it wrong.

The traveller glanced back at the Adeptus, who stared back with a blank face. '...What if I just...'

"Do you... know exactly what you're feeling?" The traveller asked cautiously, only to receive a puzzled look from Xiao.

"No. Do you?" Xiao questioned, raising a brow at them as though he expected a plausible explanation. Technically speaking; the traveller did chalked it to one conclusion, what's more worrying is his reaction, he wouldn't take this lightly.

A hesitant chuckle erupted from their throat, adusting the flower crown that nearly fell off their head. "Ah, sort of? B-But you probably wouldn't like the awnser—"

"There's no need to delay your awnser any further. I see no harm in just telling me." The Adeptus shrugged casually, assuming it wouldn't be too much of a big deal. He may be an Adeptus for thousands of years, but that doesn't mean he can't learn something new.

"Straight to the point, huh..." The traveller muttered, averting their gaze to the flowers surrounding their feet, the soft white petals grazing against them. "Ahaha... so, have you ever... heard of love o-or affection?"

Much to their surprise, Xiao had nodded with the same blank face he always wore, though less intense than usual. His eyes were more curious and softer, patient as they waited for the traveller to elaborate. "You do? Ahem, cause I think that's what you're currently... feeling?"

"How absurd." It was like an arrow to the heart. Much less a love arrow and more of a poisonous one, straight into a vital point of the heart. "...Then again, I suppose that does make some sense..." As much as the traveller didn't want to get their hopes up, they couldn't help but look back at him, eyes shining with hope, it almost made him chuckle.

"So... do you feel love towards me?" The traveller suddenly blurted out in the heat of the moment, causing Xiao to widen his eyes, staring at the traveller as though they were insane.

After a few seconds of registering what they had accidentally blurted out, the traveller frantically waved their hands. "Wh-What I mean was— I- do y- Uhh... Did you—"

"Perhaps so."

"Eh?" Before the traveller could speak again, the Adeptus walked towards them, closing what little distance was left between eachother.

As if time had stood still, Xiao leaned in closer towards them, his hands reaching out to hold theirs, fingers intertwined. "I think that you're correct." He spoke softly, almost like a whisper.

"Y-You do?" Rather than a verbal awnser, the dark haired male only pressed his forehead against theirs, tilting his head in a specific angle. The traveller froze, his breath hitting their lips right before they connect.

It was a surprise, but a sweet one. The traveller hadn't expect him to awnser their question this way, yet, they couldn't resist grabbing onto his shoulders and returning the kiss.

Unfortunately for the both of them, they had to pull away with oxygen draining out of your lungs. It was the traveller who pulled away, noticing lust clouding his eyes. "...Was that an... appropriate way to awnser?" Xiao asked, suddenly turning shy and anxious, to which they found endearing.

"Mmm... Not exactly, I was asking for a yes or no~ Do you love me?" The traveller teased, earning a harsh yet flustered glare from the dark haired male.

"...Yes." He grumbled. "Now, get back here. Before I make you." They didn't even have enough time to utter a word, before his hand grabed their collar and— as gently as he could— dragged them into a deep kiss once more.

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A/N: This is somewhat the original plot I was gonna write. Though, I had to rush it at the actual end because I didn't know how to make the confession go smoothly.

Sorry for taking a while, I accidentally posted the original again and had to quickly delete it since it wasn't done, then start over from scratch. It's slightly shorter, but I don't want to waste hours writing about Xiao simping over traveller— again.

Also because I was busy farming for a character's materials lol

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Bonus:

"EH— WHERE'S QIQI AND PAIMON!?" The traveller exclaimed, frantically looking everywhere in the empty field of flowers.

< Meanwhile... >

"Of all the places they could do that..."

"Qiqi finished the flower crown for Xiao."

"Yeah, yeah, just hand it over, i'll give it to him when they're done. Now, why don't you sit down and i'll tell you all about what we did in Inazuma?"

"But Xiao and trav—"

"SO RIGHT BEFORE WE SET OFF TO INAZUMA, WE MET THIS PIRATE LADY AND—"

[nian-7]

Hii!

So I'm super new to all of this I have no clue how this works but I've read your match-ups and they are the absolute cutest things ever!!!

So I wanted to ask if I can just request one here...? Idk what to do TvT if yes you can read the thing I've written else please help-

-So looking for a partner, noone under 20y/o, everything above 20 is fine for me!! Oh and for pronouns pls use they/them for me!!! MBTI is ExFJ/ExFP (? Idk smth along that) 2w3 if u need that!! U dont have to put that into consideration tho

-So I'm very extroverted, have confidence in myself and generally pretty energetic and very good in social settings/entertaining - still I give off comfort-energy and I'm not a fan of chaos, I love it when things are planned out (I'm really bad at planning tho sadly---)! I also love helping others and will go out of my way to do anything for them!

-I also work really really hard for my dreams and will never stop even if the whole world doesn't believe in me!! (*σ>∀<)σ

-I just have a flame that never seems to burn out - but because I always give 110% I often overwork myself (I was in the hospital once because of that but that's another story ;-;)

-I've been described as the therapist friend pretty often and a sunshine that brightens others days (I don't want to sound arrogant!!) + I'm 0% judgemental torwards anyone and always believe in the good in people! There is beauty in everything after all (o≧▽゜)o

-Oh and sadly I'm sickly :(( I'm sick very often!! And airheaded and have problems in school/uni but hey at least I never give up TvT

-Well now after all - there is another side to me that is contrary to what you read before: As soon as something I wanted to accomplish fails I'm very frustrated. I put in everything I have and if it doesn't work I feel like an utter failure - I fall into a spiral of hating myself and I often feel like a burden to others because if I give everything I got and then FAIL I'm like damn I'm pretty bad/dumb/useless u know what I mean?

-I never show those bad feelings to anyone or talk about them cause I have trust issues from gettin bullied (for my emotional responses and colorful and cute style from my former "friend" group) for a longer time, I only talk about it when I'm 100% sure that person wont turn on me (there are 2 people in my live rn that I trust with that stuff)

-I'm also easy to tease or prank cause I'm naiive

(I hope this isn't getting too long or sad djtsutdzfdz)

-As a partner I like them calmer than me (doesn't have to be icy-cold, could be a calm sunshine too idc!) and not as energetic as me because I need somewhere I can come home to and chill down, someone who could help me a bit with planning and would encourage me to take breaks from time to time! I also seem to attract people who need help themselves for example anxious people or people with trust issues. I also don't panic easily and love encouraging others to be theirselves or to get more confident in general or listen to their sad stories and be there for them to comfort them (I'm good at that I have 3 little siblings and 4 little cousins o(^o^)o)

Thank you for reading that!! It's so much but I hope it could maybe help you :>

And thank you for doing things like matchups and requests I love reading those!! And DON'T stress yourself <3

You are a great person never forget that o(>∀<*)o

thank you, anon!! you sound very fun to be around! hope you enjoy your matchup!!

I match you with...

Yohei Kanbayashi!

-The biggest thing that made me pick Yohei was the way you described an ideal partner. He is a bit on the colder side but he is a more calm person than you! But just because he can be a little cold doesn't mean he has a big soft spot for you.

-Although he's not someone who needs comfort often or a lot of encouragement, he'll be very helpful to you. Helping with plans and making you take breaks are the big factors that made me pick him.

-He's someone who's fiercely loyal to you and will always be there for you no matter what. No matter if you're sickly, airheaded, or not ready to open up, he'll wait as long as you need. TLDR: he's always going to be there for you no matter what happens and his soft spot is very obvious to people like Saimon...

-Even as an introvert at heart, he doesn't mind your extrovertedness. He'll be there as your chill pill at the end of the day when you're tired and likes your sunshine-y demeanor.

-Failure is a part of life and he'll be there to catch you when you spiral from it. He seems to know the right words to say to you when you get upset and won't stop until you understand even when it comes off a bit aggressively if you don't listen.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Heyy.

I'm a bit nervous but yeah, I wanted to do an emergency request? If u r doing these, if not feel free to ignore me. So basically I always had trouble with my parents and panic attacks like since I wad 14 or smth. And today I had a pretty bad panic attack in public cause someone talked about my dad and I started remembering a lot of beating, so basically I wanted to ask for some comfort in that situation from Shanks, Marco, Mihawk and Rayleigh!

I hope that's fine!

Stay hydrated <3

I've actually never had anyone ask for an emergency request before. But I'm very familiar with issues with fathers that cause anxiety. So yes, I will happily fill this request for you.

Sorry I posted it early on accident, it was eleven at night when I started writing this, and two am when I posted it. I also decided that I'm going to do only three for this post. However, to make up for my fuck-up, I'll do a part three with Rayleigh and two characters of your choosing.

How the OP men would comfort you during a panic attack

Marco the Pineapple Phoenix

Marco was working in his office, when Ace kicked open the door to the infirmary, making everyone in the room jump. The zoan user was about to chide the young man when he saw the panic-stricken expression written across his face.

The blond removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose and groaned, "what is it this time?"

Ace pointed out the door and said, "something is wrong with (y/n), they collapsed on deck."

The older man bolted towards the door and asked, "what happened?"

Ace stammered, "I dunno, we were talking about the crew, and then I started talking about my family, and they just dropped to their knees and started crying. They aren't responding to any of us when we try to talk to them."

"I see, well for future reference (y/n) had a rough home life growing up. Their father was to put it delicately, a monster who never should have become a husband let alone a father." Marco sighed, and climbed the stairs leading to the ship's deck. He squinted as the sun shone in his eyes, when they adjusted to the light Marco saw you collapsed on deck.

You had your hands covering your mouth, as you hyperventilated. Most of the crew were gathered around you, looking worried and scared. Even Whitebeard stood beside you, shifting anxiously from one foot to another, clearly not used to feeling unable to help his children. Teach also seemed uncharacteristically unnerved.

Marco knelt beside you and put his hand on your back, trying to ignore the sting in his heart when you flinched. Marco, using the softest voice he could manage, asked, "what would you like to talk about it, for us to give you space, or a distraction?"

"Distraction."

Marco nodded his head and sighed, "I have files that need sorting, come one you can help me." Marco pulled you to your feet and led you in to the bowls of the ship. "...oh and (y/n)? Please remember those people aren't your family anymore, we are, and Pops is your dad now."

Shanks

Shanks lifted his arms above his head and stretched his muscles. He had just woken up from the most wonderful nap, and he wanted to talk to you about taking you out on a date when the ship arrives at port that evening. Scratching his stomach as he looked around the deck for you, only to see his ugly ass crew mates. Shanks waved Benn down, and yelled, "where's (y/n)?"

He waved in appreciation when Benn pointed in the direction of the stern, where He saw your figure obscured be the sail's ropes, outlined against the pink and blue horizon, leaning against the side railing and looking out over the water. And being the cheeky boy he is, Shanks snuck up behind you and rather suddenly wrapped his arm around you. The moment his body came into contact with yours, he knew he messed up. You were shaking, and it was a balmy evening, so you couldn't have been cold. Shanks turned you around, and upon seeing your tear stained face he cooed, "oh sweetheart, what's wrong?"

When you let out a soft sob, he pulled you against his chest and gently rocked you side to side. After calmed down, you explained that you overheard a conversation between two of your crewmates that triggered you to remember an unpleasant memory of your father at a restaurant that ended in a panic attack. Shanks peppered your face with kisses, and said, "what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Don't let go," you mumbled, as you pressed your face into his chest.

"Anything for you, boss," Shanks announced, and he let his arm wrapped around your shoulders drop to your thighs, and he hoisted you up and carried you over to and coddled you for the rest of the day. Shanks also kept his promise, he didn't let go unless you asked him to.

Mihawk

It was a lovely night at the castle, Mihawk had just finished setting the table for dinner. He was quite proud of himself, he had made carbonara from scratch, noodles and every thing, and it had turned out wonderfully. Mihawk was eager to see you and Perona eat it, he was maybe a little eager for some praise as well. Mihawk poured the wine, knowing Zorro would smell it and would be here shortly.

When the Green haired man strolled into the dinner room, he grumbled, "smells good, is that a pino noir?"

Mihakw huffed, "yes," downed the glass and asked, "Will you please go tell your sister Perona and (y/n) that dinner is ready."

Twenty minutes later everyone in the house were quietly assembled and eating at the dinner table, as Mihawk requested they do every night. Mihawk peaked up at his family, to see the reactions of the people around him. Zorro was holding his plate to his mouth, and was nosily and eagerly shoving as many noodles that would fit into his mouth. Perona was happily munching on her dinner, doing a small cute dance in her chair. Mihawk's eyes drifted over to the other end of the table where you sat. You had not even picked up your fork, you simply stared, wide-eyed, at the plate of noodles before you. He watched you in perplexion, before movement in his wineglass stole his attention. The wine in the crystal glass was rippling in a rapid, but rhythmic pattern. Mihawk pressed his palm against the wood, only to feel nothing, despite the wine continuing to ripple. The only one who was touching the table was you. Mihawk called out your name, and when you didn't even register his existence he moved to stand beside you. He called out to you again, and when he, yet again, got no response, Mihawk placed his hand on your shoulder to feel your rapid pulse hammering against his palm.

Your head whipped in his direction so quickly that it looked painful. He asked, "is everything alright, dear?"

" Carbonara was his favorite." You mumbled.

Zorro and Perona echoed, "his? His, who?"

Mihawk took your plate and slide its contents onto Zorro's plate as he said, "I'll go make you something else. If you want to go to our room, I'll bring it up there once I'm done."

You grab his sleeve to stop him, "I'm not hungry anymore, I'd actually like to go to bed, if that's alright."

"May I come with?" He asked, pulling your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles.

Zorro and Perona watched you nod, and then the two of you disappear behind the door at the far end of the hall.

"What the hell was that?" Zoro groused.

Peron threw her stuff animal at Zoro, which he narrowly dodged, as she yelled. " You are so dense sometimes!"

[planetdream]

write smth abt mingyu then bcs honestly he's been on my mind 24/7

fuck it.

"are you sure there's not anything you want to tell me? you usually tell me everything." mingyu looks you in the eye, arms crossed with a fake pout on his face and a whining tone in his voice.

this is the fifth time he's pressed you about the emotions written on your face. each time he'd asked before you'd simply ignored him, brushing it off as being something that didn't matter. but the truth was, the thing on your mind does matter.

he sits across from you, grabbing your fingers to play with. "i'm your best friend, you know you can tell me anything. no judgment!"

there's a frown on your face now, skin burning in pre-embarrassment as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his hands. "promise you won't be weirded out?"

"i said i wouldn't judge you, not that i wouldn't be weirded out."

"you're not helping right now."

"i promise! but you don't have to tell me, even though i'd like you to." his pinky locks with yours, thumbs pressing together to finalize the promise.

it takes a few minutes to gather the courage to even begin to tell him. despite usually being upfront with your feelings and thoughts to mingyu, and vice versa, there's seemingly no way to tell him something that's been rotting inside of your mind for so long.

"we should... i think... i need... what if..."

"use your words."

you pause once more before continuing. "a couple weeks ago, i had a dream that we... you know... and if i'm honest, i've been thinking about it ever since and..."

"and what? use your words for me," his voice is soft and so is his touch. mingyu brings you closer to him, index finger coming beneath your chin to make you look at him while you speak.

"and i want you.. to touch me."

there's a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. if mingyu is honest, he's wanted you for a while now. though, he never spoke about it because he didn't want to make the relationship awkward, or lose you. his thumb ghosts over your lips while the eye contact you share doesn't break. "are you sure?"

you nod in response, echoing out a small 'yes'.

"i'll touch you, but you'll have to tell me every single thing you want me to do to you, okay?"

[ruthlesslistener]

Can we please have more thoughts about Hollow having a strong maternal instinct? Because it’s smth I absolutely agree on. Smth about their patience and being that gentle giant characters screams “good with kids” for me.

I also think some of it is just leftover good memories of baby hornet. It might just be the projection but having a baby sibling at some point really nails in a positive association with kids for me, that I really think they’d have too. Happy memories of bby hornet zooming down the halls without a care def plays into why they would like and tolerate kids so much. They saw first hand a lot of key moments with hornet and I think that does really shape them, esp when their other internalized experiences almost entirely consist of “git gud to contain an angry god. Also you’re not a person.”

Side note: I once read a fic where Midwife teaches Hollow how to be a midwife/grub sitter for the post infection kingdom and I cannot for the life of me remember the name of it but it really opened my eyes to maternal Hollow.

That fic is Broken Open Revealing Hollowness and Vibrance!! It's written by my friend @vivifrage and is honestly my favorite fic in the fandom, so I'm always gonna plug it when I can :3

But lol yeah you can blame that fic as well for giving me the hcs for maternal Hollow, because I think that it just fits really well with them. They never really had a choice to become the Hollow Knight, but they did seem to want very badly to be truly hollow, and I've always interpreted that as them having a naturally protective/nurturing nature due to the presumed benefit of their sacrifice. We know that the Pale King cared for his civilians very very deeply, enough that he would ruin his entire family for their benefit, so I can easily see Hollow picking up on that as well, especially since their sacrifice working means that the death of their other siblings wouldn't have been in vain. So even if they failed in that end, them guarding whatever nurseries might be around in a slowly-rebuilding Hallownest would allow them to extend that protective instinct to the few remaining survivors that exist, and to show it in a manner that's a lot softer and gentler than fighting fang and claw.

And then, like you said, there's all the good memories they had with Hornet when she was small! Which likely opened their mind to being a gentler protector anyways, and gave them a soft spot for looking after the little ones. That, paired with the headcanon that the Void is more social than PK or WL on account of the vessels all being born from blood of a dead god, and you have someone who's primed to look after any grubs or nymphs that need watching- a young god who failed in their task of caring for the mortals under their wings, and is still somewhat incapable of fighting due to their scars, but can certainly curl up around a nest and make sure nobody gets near it while the parents are out hunting. They're terrifying enough that any adult bug would give pause before approaching, and Hollow's big enough to be a jungle gym for the babies that don't understand what makes a bug or not just yet. The lanky nightmare void creature that was made to kill gods and was sired from the union of three Higher Beings is, in the eyes of a child, just as valid for climbing as any other piece of furniture around them. And Hollow loves them for it!

(also lmao I'm the opposite the entire reason why I can't stand children is because I have two younger siblings. I don't hate kids, not in the slightest, but when you're someone who gets socially drained by merely sharing a room with one person, can't stand loud noises, eye contact, and don't understand irrational behaviors, being around children is hell. Which is why I prefer to write about them instead of be around them, lol, and appreciate maternal/paternal people like Hollow- their patience and tolerance for all the crisises little people have to go through is nigh-godly in my eyes. Much love to those who can manage children!)

[taegyuun]

biology class

genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, highschool au

word count: 2.5k

pairing: jungwon x reader

requested? yes

notes: i hope you like this i really love college/school concepts and i was super excited to write this, also i had to search up topics for biology in highschool so if this seems too easy/hard for a bunch of 16 year olds y’know why. also yes i know in korea they have uniforms but for the sake of this they can wear their own clothes. I've been writing this all day, literally since the second i woke up until now which is 19:05 pm. I'm extremely proud of this so i hope you enjoy! texting is in bold.

yang jungwon.

the campus’ ‘it boy’. everyone knew, loved, hated, or couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be him or with him. people definitely had mixed opinions on him but it was mainly the boys who gave him the glances of evil.

they were jealous.

the kid was known for being easy going, naturally sweet to everyone and academically smart. but one thing that did tick the boys off though, were his talents. sure, there were many boys and girls in school that were nice and pretty and smart but somehow, yang jungwon just had to have it all.

not only could he sing, he could dance too.

not only could he be sweet, he could turn and give the cold glare too.

he was the definition of a perfect boy... and that’s exactly how you got involved with him. let’s just say you were at the brink of being infatuated with him.

but how could you not be? even though you two barely spoke together, when you did - even if it was only about the topic of your class - you felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and it never felt forced. you always felt like he cared; no matter how boring the subject you were talking about was. it had you hooked in a second.

unfortunately, jungwon was popular. infuriatingly popular. and with popularity, the swarm of love letters and beautiful fangirls and fanboys also showed up in the picture. the thoughts of dating him disappeared quicker than you could say, “hello!” to him. it disappointed you, yes. however, who were you to dwell on some highschool boy? sure, he's not exactly the type that you’d quickly forget about the second you graduate but he also never made a real impact on your life other than some minor crush.

well that was up until your biology class.

“y/n and... jungwon.” the sound of mrs. lim’s voice boomed through the filled classroom and knocked you back into reality at the sound of your name. you look up from your hands in confusion and then rendered what she said - you were paired with jungwon for your biology project... that was worth 65% of your grade.

you weren’t exactly worried about getting everything done on time - you knew he would definitely cooperate and do what he was meant to do, but what you were worried about was messing up in front of him. i mean, messing up in front of your crush is the worst second hand embarrassment, no matter how nice they are. you put your thoughts aside and looked around the classroom, trying to find the boy, only to find him already looking at you with a smile and a small wave. you wave back before looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin near your nails. oh boy, you were in for a ride.

as the bell rings, you start to pack your things away, only to be stopped by a finger tapping on your shoulder.

“hey!” you almost feel like you’re in one of the cheesy romcoms, feeling like you had to cover your eyes from how bright his smile was.

“hi jungwon, what’s up?”

“i was wondering how we’re gonna do the project?” you thought about all the possibilities and topics. you could do it at his house, your house, the library and you couldn’t wait to decide on the subject. a small smile appeared on your lips at the thought of working with him.

“uh, what about i’ll give you my number and then we can decide after school?” you words were slightly rushed, as you tried to escape his presence as quickly as possible and get to your next lesson - wanting to hide away from the chilling glares his fangirls were giving you - which you were soon to be late to. he then pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to you before pulling his bag over his shoulder and sending you a pretty smile,

“remember to text me.”

you look at the piece of paper, a few numbers written on it in black ink. you dwell over the thought of having to text him first, but you knew if you didn’t, the project wasn’t going to get done. you thought over it a bit more and realised that your grades were far more important than some stupid crush. you pull out your phone and text a simple,

you: hi it y/n!

you put your phone down, expecting to have to wait a while for a reply and got back to picking at your food with your fork. instead, you're surprised to hear your phone vibrating on the wooden table, a notification with his name already on screen. you place down your utensil and look at the text.

jungwon: hey! so what do u want to do for the project? i think we should decide the topic first before figuring out where we want to do it 

you were glad that he was pretty straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, also that he genuinely wanted to get the project done and that it wasn't you doing all the work like the previous times you were partnered up with someone. 

you: what do u think about the musculoskeletal system 

jungwon: omg i was gonna say lets do smth to do with the skeletal system

jungwon: ok well then the topic is settled where do u wanna do it

you smile brightly at the easy agreement instead of having to scratch at your head for hours to get the other person to agree upon a topic.

you: i mean we can do it at mine if youre ok with that but the library is also an option

jungwon: yours it is then ;)

you look down at your phone in surprise at the “;)”, not expecting him to be so bold.

you: great! tmr after school?

jungwon: cant wait :)

throughout the whole day at school, you kept glancing at the clock, anticipating the final bell to ring so you could meet your project partner at the school entrance and walk home with him. you shake your head at the thought, trying to remind yourself that it was just a project - nothing else. the loud sound of a bell ringing brings you out of your trance, as you excitedly hop out of your seat. “woah, y/n... what's got you in such a good mood? its only lunch, are you that hungry?” you turn around and see jungwon standing with a hand on his bag strap and a few other boys behind him. you lightly laugh and say, “oh I'm just excited to get started on the project... hi guys.” you wave slightly at the boys stood behind him and hear a chorus of “hi y/n!!” following and excited waves. 

“ill see you later, alright?” you slightly smile as you start to walk away. your eyes widen at the yelling and hooting behind you as you look over your shoulder and see the rest of the boys shouting and punching jungwon’s arms, one of them yelling out a, “you scored! she's a cute one!” 

you smile slightly to yourself and lift your head higher, walking towards the cafeteria.

finally.

the final bell rings and you pack your things into your bag, sighing in delight at the thought of finally being able to leave the building. you walk out the class and instead of being able to walk straight out like usual, you see jungwon standing off to the side and gently waving at you. you raise a brow at him, but continuing to walk over anyway. “what are you doing here? i thought we were meeting at the entrance?” 

“i- um, i don't know i thought it be better if i waited for you here, you don't mind right?” he smirks knowingly, already aware of your small crush on him. he didn't find out through you, of course not. you were good at acting neutral around him - not even showing an ounce of adoration. however, one thing you weren't good at hiding, were your thoughts during your sleep. you two shared a free class together, and most of the time you spent it studying or sleeping. you didn't exactly say your thoughts loudly, but jungwon sat close enough to hear some of the things you had to say - him being a common topic of your dreams. he wasn't dumb, he could figure out that you liked him. but he also was a tad stupid - still not acting upon his already existing feelings and asking you out.

thankfully, you being his partner in the project boosted his confidence and had allowed him to create the ‘perfect’ plan of asking him to be your boyfriend. 

“i-uh, yeah! i don't mind. shall we go?” you say, slightly flustered. he nods in responses and mulls over what he was going to do. screw it. he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together, “so which way to yours?” your eyes widen at his action, looking at him with your mouth dropped open, before getting out a chocked, “uh, t-to the left.”

“lets get going then?” he starts walking and softly smiles down at you. you subconsciously squeeze his hand and smile back, walking hand in hand with him, steps oddly in sync. you hear a “hell yeah jungwon! get it!” and a loud, “ow!” followed after. you turn around and see jay holding his head in pain and sunghoon stood behind him with a smug smile on his face, throwing a thumbs up to both of you. you turn back around and look up at jungwon, seeing his cheeks tinted a light pink and a shy smile residing on his lips. you feel a soft tug at your hand followed by a clearing of his throat.

“come on, lets go.” you follow his step, hands still interlaced as you two walk in a comfortable silence, once in a while telling him which direction to go. 

“so what do you think we should start with?” you look up from the ground and see him looking at you, awaiting your response. “oh uhm, i think we should just start with getting all the info into notes and from that start making the project. i think we should leave the creative aspects like making it look nice and what not till the end because that doesn't really impact our grades so it isn't that important.” you feel his thumb rubbing you hand in soft circles and feel yourself getting warmer, completely forgetting his hand holding yours - it just felt so natural. he hums in agreement before speaking up once again. 

“I'm honestly so glad i got partnered with you, especially with this being such an important project. every time i had to work with other people who weren't my friends it felt like i either had to do all the work or scratch to the depths of my brain to get them to agree on a topic and on how we should make it work.”

“i totally get that!” your voice slightly raises in happiness at his words, “i feel the exact same way. every time i get partnered with someone, i always have to do all the work and it got so infuriating always having to credit them for something they never did or the bare minimum.” you take out the key from your pocket and twist it into the keyhole, opening the door and hearing the pat of your cats paws coming closer to the door. you both take your shoes off and walk to the kitchen, your cat following behind and waking in between your legs. 

“i didn't know you had a cat?” jungwon's voice forces you to look behind and find him to be crouching down and petting howl. “well, mr. yang, there's a lot you don't know about me, he's called howl by the way,”

“like howl from ‘howls moving castle’?” you smile brightly, happy that he got the refence. “yeah! i love that movie, its my comfort film,” you bring two glasses of water with you as you start to walk upstairs, jungwon following your steps. you both get to your room, opening the door wider to let him inside too. 

“woah.” 

“huh? oh uh, ignore everything - its not the prettiest room,” you say, slightly embarrassed at all the posters and random clutters on your shelves, “no, no! i love it, it reminds me a lot of my own room. its very fitting to you, y/n.” he smiles at you and you simply smile back, handing him the glass of water and hearing a quiet, “thanks,” in response. 

“well, should we start?”

“god! finally!” you both groan, falling back onto your soft bed, sighing at the ceiling. you two had been working since the second you got inside your room until the sun had set; your parents even managed to get back from work by the time you were only one third through your note gathering. you spread your arms on the bed, stretching as you did so. your hand then hits something soft and silky. you look to your left and see jungwon smiling brightly as your hand rests on top of is head. 

the whole time you two were working on the project, you both subconsciously stayed close to one another, as if you were just drawn to the other with an invisible force. even when you took a food break for 20 minutes and were sat opposite one another, your feet kept kicking the other, smiling and laughing quietly with warm cheeks. 

now you laid on your bed, your hand resting on top of his head and staying there with no complaints from the boy.

“i like your outfit,” you observed the comfortable fit he was wearing, oversized black hoodie with some blue text in the corner and loose fitting black trousers. jungwon looks down at what he was wearing before looking back up and smiling, eyes slowly opening and closing, “youre tired, aren't you?” he then opens his mouth, trying to deny your statement but gets cut off by a yawn. he blushes before softly nodding his head and getting more comfortable on your bed, unknowingly bringing you closer to him, eyes already closed. 

“take a nap, ill wake you up when it gets late.” he nods once again, barely conscious as he already falls into dreamland, arms wrapped tightly around you. you feel yourself heating up, both from his body heat and at his actions. you try hard as you possibly can to not squeal too loudly as you brush his hair away from his forehead and press a soft kiss in place. 

a tiny smile forms on his lips as you get more comfortable and start to drift away yourself. right before being sent away to your dreams, you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead in return. 

he may have not followed his ‘perfect plan’ of becoming your boyfriend but you both got 100% on the project... and a new found love.

[multi-lefaiye]

hi hello hi i am rotating sad people and fragile things and the void walkers in my brain and was wondering if i could maybe possibly hear smth abt them

hi hello hi yes!!! i am honored, thank you, and yes absolutely i can share Information about them!!!! i'll share a little from each of these, though for void-walkers i'm probably gonna just share something with juno b/c juno is the main one i've been developing. what can i say? i love them. they're such a bitch. i'm gonna do these in reverse order <3 ye

this got so fucking long, i am so so sorry-

void-walkers: so void-walkers in general haven't had much development as of late because i'm still just kinda rotating them in my head and going "hm!" so what i mainly have to offer is a little bit of the thing i've been writing on and off with juno, exploring their backstory!!! wahoo :3 this is kind of a long excerpt, please bear with me whoops- (content warning: this is a whole bit talking about abusive relationships, but there's no graphic discussions of abuse, just kinda talking about it in general)

“What did you mean?” the spirit asked finally. Juno knew what she was asking, but they looked at her curiously anyway. “When you said that ‘they usually do.’ What did you mean by that?” There was an urgency to her voice now, and Juno knew that they weren’t going to get away from her questioning this time.

A soft sigh escaped them, and they took a long moment to answer her question. When they finally spoke, they met the spirit’s dead eyes with a flat expression.

“What I meant,” Juno began, their voice hollow and distant, “is that there are a lot of people like that. Angry, vicious bastards who think the world owes them everything, and they take it out on those around them if they don’t get exactly what they want.”

Their cigarette was nearly out now, hardly a flickering light in the darkness. They hardly cared.

The spirit was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet, almost hesitant. “... And they like fighting because-”

Juno turned their eyes away from the spirit, cutting her off before she could finish. "They like to fight because they always win; it's how they stay in control. They make it out to be all your fault, and they say they’re doing you a favor by sticking around and making you better.” Their voice came out sharper than they meant it to, but it was too late to take it back now.

Unconsciously, they clenched their fingers and crushed what remained of their cigarette. The flickering light was snuffed out, leaving the two in darkness.

“… You seem to know your shit. You a psychiatrist or something?” The spirit’s voice was incredulous, and the thought was almost enough to make Juno laugh as they tossed aside their cigarette.

“Nah,” they said, offering her a sardonic grin. “I’ve just been around the block a few times, you could say.”

fragile things: fragile things is rotating in my head once again and i am so so sad thinking about my sad little gay people!! i could share some of the sad and angsty scenes, but those hurt me and i want to share a fluffy one! i haven't fully written up this scene yet, but i want to share some of the outline i have for the scene after noah's graduation:

- Noah graduates with honors in May 2010 - Arthur graduated two years before, and he makes sure to come to Noah's graduation--he's one of the loudest in the crowd calling his name - After the ceremony, Arthur finds Noah and pulls him into a big ol' bear hug, excitedly congratulating him - Noah is so excited, he can't stop smiling - Noah's mom Victoria finds them (she's never met Arthur before, but Noah has told her about him) - Arthur is a bit nervous but excitedly introduces himself to Victoria, telling her that she should be very proud to have such a great son - Victoria smiles and agrees, while Noah gets embarrassed and insists that Arthur's exaggerating. Some playful bickering ensues as Victoria watches - Victoria invites Arthur to have dinner with them, and he agrees, slinging an arm around Noah's shoulders - Victoria is glad he agreed and tells him as such, and she makes a teasing remark about making sure Arthur has good intentions for her sweet boy - Arthur falls quiet and Noah gets even more embarrassed and flustered as he insists to his mom that there's nothing romantic happening, and Victoria laughs and says she's just teasing - She thanks Arthur for being such a good friend for Noah, and says that the invite for dinner is still open - Noah notices that Arthur is still smiling, but he looks a little sad--Noah resolves to ask him about that later and make sure he's okay

sad people: so i haven't been developing sad people too much aside from thinking a little on the logistics, but i do have a bit of dialogue i wrote with the main cast! not sure who exactly is saying what, but y'know what that's okay <3

gonna stick it under the cut because uhhhh well. this is some dark humor/jokes about suicide and suicidal ideation (think gallows humor), which is the kind of humor that would be throughout this wip. please tread lightly!

"Hey, I know you're probably having a really bad day today, and I get that, but I'd appreciate it if you could just... y'know... leave." "What?" "I came up here to kill myself, and I don't really wanna do it with someone else here, so-" "How do you know I'm not here to kill myself, too?" "Well, sucks to be you, then. I got here first." "I didn't realize you had to make a fucking reservation to throw yourself off a building." "That's capitalism for ya'." "I don't think you know what that means."

[janumun]

read the afbranden fic today and i think doing so just cemented my place in the ikevamp fandom lol. i've heard of ikevamp before but i've never played it or any of the other games by cybird, but i'm weak for great character designs and pretty art styles and your stories and hcs are just nothing short of magnificent that i'm absolutely invested in this franchise now. i feel so shy asking this but could u maybe do smth for will in the near future cuz he's turning out to be my favorite, pretty please?👉👈

Thank you so much for your kind words, @lady-belladonna. 💕 Yours is the highest compliment a writer could receive, and to know my writings may have provided a [thirst] gateway into the drug game that is Ikemen Vampire, this is pretty much me right now ���:

Moving on! Yes to beautiful character designs and drop-dead gorgeous men. I am a slave, which is exactly what got me captured by Disney's Hot AF villains in their Twisted Wonderland game. (Talk about being easy, me, way to go LOLOL)

I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that William is so far your favorite. Lord knows that poor Shit Stirrer™️ doesn't earn himself a lot of love within the fandom. If you'd like to 🙇‍♀️ and haven't checked these out yet, I have written a few things for him (NSFW however!):

Headcanons

His general kinks

His general kinks (a vengeance) part two

Drabble

Enslaved

As for your last question, I'm not sure when (if ever) I'll get down to penning more for him in the future but please do have this drabble instead (a William fan is always welcome to a tiny offering from me). I hope you enjoy it!

Title: A Dangerous Gamble (IkeVamp Shakespeare)

Pairing: Shakespeare/Female Reader

Warning Tags: acting out a script (a flair for the dramatics), role-play (Shakespearean style), [mild] threat of suicide (as an act)

Summary: Wherein Shakespeare plays the part of an ill-famed nobleman out to convince his newly captured maiden to forgo taking her life and spend her eternity with him instead.

Author's Notes: If any of those warnings, although not explicit, sound terrible to you, please skip reading this one! (This is un-edited, we let ourselves die and be revived, as sad and fucked up, as Arthur LOL)

“Alack, wouldst it be thou find it personal hell to marry me, lady.”

A careful step forward; amber and red disconcerting in their pleasant sweep of her defense. As if in observation of a droll delight rather than her assumed fright as she — right upon cue — moves to brandish the dark bottle she clutches, supposedly deadly poison, in between them in declaration of her threat. Warning him away, to not approach if he cares to save face among nobility, at all.

Shakespeare’s lips: bow of an elegant smile, move to stretch into tickled chimes of soft laughter — soft as fur upon a wild beast — before daring another foot forward. He observes how her spine turns to stone, then trembles upon the display of a predatory noble lord — her reactions, her own rather than of an actress set upon his stage. “Mayhap were I to try convincing your mind, fair treasure. If you would be good and abandon thy thoughts of destruction.” He pleads, just as sweet.

Another step.

“Instead…” One more. She releases a sound so lovely — breathless and desperate — he wishes he could gather her up and drink her down soon, to hear her keen her siren’s song once more.

“Fall unto destruction, together with me. Be my bride, my Juliet and I shall but surrender myself at your very feet. Kiss your every step, until thou accept of me as naught but thy humble man.” Her bottle of poison — Blanc — leaves the confines of her delicate fingers; he plucks it clean off her before it crashes to the floor. An arm, caresses, coiling across the circle of her waist. Tugging against himself.

William, she breathes, stars within her gaze, the flush of wine is in her cheeks, and he has not allowed for them to partake of any alcohol yet. A shudder buffets through his body, wanting to test an eager tongue against her cheeks.

“My one lady,” Shakespeare smiles, “Thou art magnificent in generosity as in your pulchritude. Allow your husband to make a gift of devotion to his most magnificent one.”

Unstoppering the bottle, he tips it into his mouth, the bland, sweet taste of Blanc seeping across his tongue. Discarding the bottle to the carpeted floor, he cups her jaw, tapered digits tracing delicate flesh beneath. Her mouth falling open obedient, onto a smile so bright, he’s enslaved, tugged towards his disastrous muse, falling once more to her charms. Mouths moving upon each other, the taste of Blanc she pilfers into her own, tongue slipping across her own lips to swipe clean. Withdrawing on undoing breaths, he murmurs, “I have conquered mine bride of Fate at long last. Now, as for reward…” Nimble digits spring across her breasts to pull at elaborate strings, unraveling as if a present. “As promised, she shall possess this unworthy devil.”

[justsomeoneunordinary]

you: -tells people to send you ships-

me, literally just woke up: oh i gotta get in on this

♥️ ♥️ ♥️

sam x rhodey x tony (look...im sorry but you already know i'm unhinged about them)

sam x rhodey (samrhodeytony may hit me hard but sam and rhodey hit me Personally)

bruce x rhodey (i feel like they would be so sexy genius and soft)

wong x rhodey (idc about the mcu at this point but i think wong has become my fav in phase ??? i mean like. i just think he's neat)

loki x tony x rhodey (this one is hella new to me. woke up one day and visited my wip folder only to find a new "ironfrostmachine" tab and ngl i'm intrigued by my past self)

you just waking up 🤝 me still awake at 1am cos what even is sleep

samrhodeytony:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

yes yes yes, good ship very good ship excellent ship even. i like to pretend i invented it even tho there were already fics for them before i thought of them lol. i haven't even written anything for them, i rlly shouldn't go around pretending i invented it lol but me and writing is smth that only occurs once in a lightyear so there's that. i love each ship on its own and putting them together is like the cherry on top. can't get any better. they're such a chaotic yet intelligent trio, so many braincells between them but neither using any. and they're very hot all fucking right! i might not have written anything for them (yet) but i ship them so hardcore

samrhodey:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i've seen infinity war, i know they're canon. they were totally making out in the background, look me in the eye and tell me they didn't you can't. no but (ex)military now avengers buds? both pilots in both jobs? these two understand each other on many different levels and they're just so damn good together. also the ANGST POTENTIAL? IN CW WHEN RHODEY FELL BC OF SAM'S SHOT, SAM PROBABLY BEING REMINDED OF RILEY??? IN IW WHERE SAM DISAPPEARS AND RHODEY IS LOOKING FOR HIM???? yeah yeah yeah this is the delicious stuff!!!

bruce x rhodey:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

eh idk. i can see it with a1 bruce and a1 bruce only (but i also only like a1 bruce so). i can see it,,,, but it also misses spice. i think if there's a third in the mix then i'd like it better

wong x rhodey:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

never thought of it before but this is actually bloody fucking genius and i am looking with star-shaped eyes at you. they both manage to come off as the responsible ones' of their groups but they're both little shits who just get away with anything. wong walking out of the courtroom(?) just like that and rhodey just dismissing ross in iw??? king shit. they'd be such a terrifying duo. also science x magic hell yeah! if you've got ideas send them my way!!!

ironfrostmachine: (how fucking cool is that ship name!!!)

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i don't see loki and rhodey working together at all tbh. as a v-shaped poly ship in which tony is with both but these two are not with each other, yes that i can see somewhat-ish. but all together? no, sorry

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send me ships and i'll rate them!