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gummydummy19 · 2 months

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Hi Gummy👀❤️

um, because of the post you said about just now......

Thinking about Prof!Sherlock Holmes celebrate with you that your exams are over.

Correction: you sneak in his office with a bottle of champagne and wearing the lingerie he gifted to you a few weeks ago... He was very confused at the beginning(

Well, you did celebrate TOGETHER after all.👀😋

Gaahh I would love to celebrate with him! 🥳🫠 Thank you for the ask, jammie! Im very sorry this took so incredibly long and that its a bit shit maybe lol, I hope you still kinda like it :)

His best student

Content Warnings: smut, age gap (not specifically mentioned), college student/college professor relationships (abuse of power, just to be sure), pet names (little one, Sir, baby), smidge of angst for some reason

A/N: This story is a fantasy and purely fictional. I do not condone student/teacher relationships or abuse of power in real life. Since this is pure fiction, everything is consensual. (because it's my fantasy and I fucking wrote it that way)

Word Count: 1.9k +

He was busy grading papers, the usual frown on his face, not even looking up at you as you entered his office...

You eyed him hungrily as you locked the door behind you. "Do you know what day it is today?" you asked in a sultry voice, hoping to get his attention.

You'd been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since he gifted you that black, lacy lingerie set a few days before your first exam. He'd had it delivered, knowing if he'd handed it to you himself neither of you would be able to wait. The box contained a note, written in Sherlock's beautiful handwriting, as per usual.

"A little gift to get you in the mood. I hope it motivates you, my dear. I expect straight A's from my best student x"

You had never been so excited to study. With your new-found motivation, you propped yourself at your desk, which is where you stayed for weeks. Focused and dedicated.

You hadn't touched yourself once in the past few weeks. Partly because you wanted to stay focussed, but also because you simply didn't have the time. You were so exhausted and mentally drained from studying all day, your back and shoulders were sore from sitting hunched over your desk for hours. When you finally got to bed at night you were so tired you almost immediately fell asleep.

And now the wait was finally over. All your hard work had paid off, straight A's across the board. You were proud of yourself, proud and incredibly horny, ready to collect your reward.

"Uhh...Friday?" Sherlock answered mindlessly, his eyes still glued to the red ink he scribbled across the paper.

You rolled your eyes before clearing your throat, hoping to finally get him to look up at you.

His eyes found yours, they were filled with confusion and a tiny bit of aggravation...until you let your coat fall open. The beautiful black set was revealed and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

"Yeah," you spoke, "it's Friday"

A smirk tugged at his plushy lips, 'it's Friday", he repeated as the realization dawned on him.

"Hmm." you nodded, dropping your coat on the floor with a smile.

You took a few slow steps towards him, never once breaking eye contact.

"Passed all my exams, straight A's just like you wanted Mr. Holmes", you spoke innocently.

"Is that so?" he smirked, leaning back in his chair, his knees falling wider open.

"Uh uh", you nodded coyly, chewing your finger.

You took a few steps closer to him, keeping your eyes glued to his. You debated crawling into his lap and kissing him silly, but took a seat on his desk instead. "So I think I deserve my reward now, don't you?"

He was trying to contain himself a little longer, trying not to show how much of an effect you had on him. But the glimmer in his eyes told you enough. You couldn't help but smile at him. A warm genuine smile that told him how much you adored him and how badly you'd missed him.

He couldn't hold back the grin that broke free on his face and he stood up. Wasting no time before grabbing your face and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was full of heat and passion. Your hands tangled in his beautiful brown curls before trailing down his neck and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. It took every fiber in your being not to rip the fabric off him, but you decided to behave. You the last thing you needed was a punishment when you came here for a reward.

Luckily he noticed what you were doing quite quickly, and since there was not much left for you to take off, he decided to help you.

"Fuck...I missed you, little one", he mumbled against your mouth as he undid the final button on his shirt.

"Hmm...missed you too, Sir...so much", you sighed back, your hands sliding over his shoulders, under the fabric of his shirt, making it drop on the floor while your fingers tangled in his hair again pulling him in for another kiss.

The kiss became more heated, more impatient, and you felt yourself starting to buck against the front of his trousers. The growing bulge pressed perfectly against the thin fabric of your panties. The panties that were slowly but surely starting to get very sticky and damp...

He pulled his lips away from yours, only to trail kissed from your jaw to your neck, groaning into your nape once he got there. His large hands trailed up and down your waist, squeezing at your flesh wherever he could.

You wriggled your hands between your bodies, your fingers eagerly searching for the buckle of his belt.

“Need you now…right now…”, you whined as you pulled his belt from his pants, your desperation made him chuckle.

“Hmmm…my perfect pretty princess…”, his voice was low has his fingers trailed down your jaw. Your breath hitched when his hand made its way down your throat, you expected him to stop there, to squeeze it as punishment for being so impatient…but he didn’t.

His hand moved down a little bit further until he pressed his palm flat, right in the middle of your chest. You were sure he felt your heartbeat thumping.

“Lay back for me”, he commanded. His tone combined with the slight press of his hand left little room for arguing, so you did what he asked.

Your back his the cold wood of his desk and you stared up at him. He held your gaze while his hands moved to caress your legs, starting at your knees, up to your thighs and back to your knees, where he held a firm grip to keep your legs spread (as if you needed any help with that?)

You enjoyed every second of it, every single touch, every look…but you needed more.

“Please Sir…”, you whined, “haven’t I been a good girl?”

He once again chuckled at your shameless display of pure desperation. “Don’t frown like that little one, you’ll get wrinkles”

“Then don’t give me a reason to frown.”

Your inner brat was starting to show and you hated it. Not that you didn’t love your bratty side, because you absolutely did, but today it meant that he was winning and you had worked too hard to let that happen.

He was staring down at you with his usual raised eyebrow. “Come on, Mr. Holmes..please?", you tried, your foot inching up his waist until your toes touched the now massive bulge in his trousers. You moved methodically, creating a friction you knew he craved.

"Behave", his voice was stern, no doubt a cover-up for his neediness, but stern nonetheless. You ignored it, continuing your movements shamelessly until he growled. "Enough!"

In a matter of seconds had pushed your legs open again and he was on you. Your wrists pinned to the oak desk just like the rest of you. "I told you to behave, little one."

"Why? When I do you give me nothing", you argued, staring him dead in the eye. "I came here for a reward, but if you insist on punishing me go ahead. Either way, I refuse to leave here empty-handed. I worked my ass off for the past few weeks, haven't even touched myself once. I kept my focus, I got perfect grades, and now I wanna cum. I deserve to cum."

You had never spoken to him that way. Ever.

The two of you looked at each other in silence. His hands still had a firm grip on your wrists and the look in his eyes gave little away. For a split second, you worried you had gone too far. He was still your professor after all, and by far the most intelligent and respected man you'd ever met.

You were simply a young girl who happened to be in his class and sucked his cock the way he liked it. You were nobody. And yet here you were, sprawled on his desk demanding orgasms.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?"

His deep voice broke through the silence and with that also through your thoughts. "Huh?" you managed to get out.

He grinned down at you, but different than before. Less devilish, more pure. "You're right, you worked incredibly hard...and you deserve a reward..."

He dipped his head down, his curls brushing your face as he pressed kisses against your neck and shoulder.

The second you felt his warm lips press loving kisses on your skin your eyes fluttered shut. A relaxed sigh left your lips as you basked in his touch.

“Such a good girl…such a…an amazing woman you…”, he panted out his praises while kissing his way down your body.

You moaned when you felt his warm lips press against your core through your panties, he kissed and licked until he could taste you through the fabric, leaving it even more soaked than it already was.

“Fuck sir…” your fingers tangled in his curls again when he pulled your panties to the side and finally ran his tongue through your sopping wet folds.

He ate you out with vigour, humming and groaning into your pussy like a man possessed.

It wasn’t long before your thighs squeezed around his head and you shook with pleasure, letting out one final loud moan as your orgasm rushed through you.

“Fuck…” you giggled while staring at the ceiling, you swore you saw a couple stars fly around.

You could feel him grinning against your skin as he pressed a few more kisses on your inner thighs.

“C’mere…” your hands grabbed at him again, this time he didn’t even try to refuse. His large body stretched over you and his hands found the sides of your face.

You both smiled into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue was always such a turn on. You tasted great together, every time.

It wasn’t long before hunger consumed you again, and you could tell even though he just ate…he was still starving.

Your legs locked around his waist and you bucked your hips up into his bulge, whimpering a little from the overstimulation.

He didn’t need to be told what to do. He grinned as he leaned up. Never breaking eye contact with you while he lowered his pants and boxers, allowing his thick cock to spring free.

“My sweet girl….”, was all he said before slowly…ever so slowly…pushing inside of you.

He dropped down close to you, one hand on your hip, using it as leverage while he pumped in and out of you.

The other one right next to your face, keeping him from leaning his full body weight on you…not that you would complain…

“Fuck…s-sir…” your voice was barely above a whisper given that his nose was practically touching yours.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, “call me by my name…please”.

You moaned and he slowly picked up the pace, “S-sherlock…Sherlock! Oh god, Sherlock”, you pulled at his hair as he fucked you passionately on his desk, fucking you deeper and harder each time you screamed his name.

“Yeah fuck…that’s it princess…shit”, he angled his hips while his hand slid down between your bodies, “cum for me baby…cum on my cock while I pump you full…can’t hold it much longer sweetheart, you feel so fucking good, fuck” his almost whiny tone and desperate look melted you to your core, and so you did what he asked, you came on his cock, hard.

“SHERLOCK! please please please….”, your walls squeezed him tightly and with one final thrust and a guttural groan he came inside you.

Sweaty foreheads and plump lips bumped against each other as you rode out the highs of your orgasms together.

“I love you…I love you”, he spoke quietly after a few beats of silence.

Once to himself, and once to you.

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isadollie · 3 months

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hi! i saw that your reqs are open and i really wanted to ask if you could write something for manjiro! the reader being adopted by the sanos and you showing their friendship and how mikey acts like a big brother (by 1 year c:) its okay if u dont wanna write it!!

big brother, again

— [manjiro sano]

platonic, mikey as an older brother, gn!reader

When Manjiro first met you, he wasn't sure.

He had a feeling that you appeared almost out of nowhere; he used to run around causing chaos with Baji, exploring the world together. But when he got back home, tired after spending a whole day with his friend, the house suddenly felt smaller.

He became a brother? Again?

Manjiro wasn't the tallest kid in area, yet you seemed so small to him. So little, so... different.

He already got used to Emma, he started to like, even love her and take care of her. But now he has to adapt to a new situation all over again.

When Manjiro first met you, he wasn't sure.

He talked about it to his friends, even introduced you to them, but you seemed so shy it was almost frustrating. His friends just greeted you politely and didn't think much of it. But Manjiro couldn't quite understand it.

He saw how you play with Emma, making cute little bracelets together, for each other, and for different people as well. He saw Shinichiro laughing with joy as you handed him his own little beaded bracelet.

Manjiro couldn't help but scoff. How come everyone accepted you so quickly?

When Manjiro first met you, he wasn't sure.

One time when he was practicing his fighting with Baji, he wanted to shout at you, when you entered and disturbed. He became speechless though, when he saw how you offer another of those little beaded bracelets to Baji. It even had his name on it.

After you quickly ran off, Baji just laughed, throwing the tiny piece of jewelry to the ground. Manjiro's eyes widened.

How dare he treat his little sibling like that? How dare he throw your work, your courage, your feelings to the ground like they mean nothing?

Manjiro didn't feel like explaining his reasons. He simply told his friend to leave. He couldn't understand his own behavior.

When Manjiro first met you, he wasn't sure.

After wandering around the town for a few hours, he came back home. All he wanted was just to shut himself in his room and think about his feelings.

He saw a little bag on his desk; something that wasn't there when he left earlier. His eyes widened dramatically as he opened it.

A bracelet. Just for him.

The small beads were shining in different colors. Some of them had tiny letters on them, spelling the words "big brother".

Inside the bag, there was also a little note, written in an unprecise handwriting.

"I'm sorry you had to wait for so long. I wanted the one for you to be perfect"

Manjiro looked down on his wrist, where he put on the bracelet just a few seconds ago. It's not the prettiest, not his style, not in his favourite color. But he couldn't care less. And he won't ever want to take it off again.

When Manjiro first met you, he wasn't sure.

But now he is.

He knows he has another little sibling, another addition to the list of people he promised himself he'll protect, no matter the cost.

Another person he will fail to protect.

hello anon!! i know this isn't exactly what you wanted but i hope you like it anyway:)

if you want to request something too, check out the pinned post on my blog!!

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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hi! I love your stories! <3 do you think you could do a suggestive taerae fic?

Thinking about

pairing: taerae x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: not much plot or dialogue sorry, music metaphors, introspection, very sentimental, kisses, making out, non-explicit descriptions, taerae slight demisexual implications (this in no way reflects on the real person, fiction is fiction)

wc: 871

summary: in this game called love, taerae trusts you with his heart

a/n last req done before i focus on checklist reqs! thanks so much anon, i really hope you like it! i got a little poetic with this one and played around with italics so its very soft hours but not much happens, idk if that works or not so feel free to lmk!

Check my pinned for more fics~

“What are you thinking about, Taerae-ah?”

You’re sitting on the couch, his guitar on his lap, your hands in his as he traced over dip, curve and line. Pressing your palms together, skin against skin, stretching his fingers out to see if his hand is larger than yours.

“Hmmm, how your hands look next to mine.”

Being with you is never boring, in Taerae’s opinion. Because even when it seems boring to other people, there’s always something new and interesting for you or him or for both of you. He can spend afternoons with you and his guitar, strumming and singing for you until you join him. And maybe you’re not the best singer but he’ll still listen to your voice like it’s a dream he doesn’t want to wake from. (Sometimes love isn’t just blind but deaf too)

And the best part wasn’t you getting the harmony right or him hitting those impressive vocal riffs, no, it was the silly little songs you made up together, nonsensical lyrics and ridiculous ad libs that you end up laughing over. Because that’s what Taerae thinks about sometimes, when he’s about to go to bed, when he’s too tired to think of anything else. He’ll think about the way you laugh, the sheer joy of that tiny moment. There are some moments that he wished he could save in a time loop and live in.

“I love your songs.”

You tell him the day he gathered enough courage to play you something from the little notebook he keeps, lyrics and chords in his handwriting. He treasures that memory just like he treasures those days when you have enough time to sit down and talk for hours. Long conversations that stretch time so thin that it feels just like seconds ticking away.

“Play something for me, please?”

Play with my heart, Taerae thinks, because I’ve given it to you to take joy in, to keep you company on lonely days, to make you smile and laugh and remember only the innocence of life. I’ve given you my hand to hold in the playground that we call love and I trust you not to let go, not to abandon me, just as I make a promise to never leave you, to play the game of hearts until ours stop beating.

You two have a million playlists together. Each of them are a carefully curated, specifically arranged set of songs that Taerae and you create for every occasion. Birthdays, anniversaries, long drives, short drives, walks by the river, all saved to preserve the moments you spend loving each other.

There are also playlists for moments like this. Soft, sultry, dreamlike beats in the background as he lifts his guitar off his lap, places it carefully to the side and pulls you closer. His hands leave yours only to glide up your neck and cup your cheeks.

Gentle kisses. His lips fit over yours like a missing puzzle piece. Pulling away only for a force stronger than gravity pulling them back in. Your hands holding the back of his neck. It’s a haze as he presses your back into the couch, his legs bracketing yours in between them. He only pulls away once your lips are swollen, when the need for oxygen overpowers his need to kiss you until you both feel like you're floating. Your eyes meet his and you laugh breathlessly as he smiles at you, so, so enamoured.

If he could write a song about you, it would be about love.

You tug him back down, one hand sliding into his hair, fingers in between strands. He shivers, bending down to press his lips below your ear, mapping out a path down your neck as you get a little more restless. Taerae is almost too warm and so are you. He stops at the base between you neck and shoulder, the press of his mouth a little firmer, teeth scraping over skin, tongue following as if to soothe. Your fingers are laced in his hair, your back arching just a little at the sensation. Then he pulls back, pressing kisses along your collarbones. Your hips jump just a little, brushing against him and he exhales slowly.

Taerae wasn’t really interested in girls. Or boys. Just you.

He’s interested in the way you shakily undo another button of his shirt between kisses, the way you tremble a little when his hands slide under the hem of yours, skin against skin, fingers stroking the sides of your waist. Nothing becomes more interesting than the sounds he can pull from you, the kind of music that sends jolts of heat down his spine. His favourite song is the way you call his name, sweet and wholly addictive.

In the afterglow, he can only look at you. He can only watch the way you watch him, with so much unbridled affection that his heart is bursting, spilling out the seams to show you how he feels about you. To keep showing you everyday until your heart decides to give out. And he hopes that when that day comes, that the way he chose to love you was enough. Because you were more than enough for him.

__________________________________________

“What are you thinking about, Taerae-ah?”

“I don’t know…”

“...You mostly.”

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utahlive · 2 years

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Sorry!! No episode today but I do have some extra content for you! The Wilbur/Quackity comic (?) has been in the works for a while so I want to show you some of the behind the scenes stuff. Sorry if its not too interesting ^_^’’

The comics are a bit long so I’m going to put them under the cut

Here’s the first draft of the scene, drawn sometime in early December. I was originally going to have it be a daydream Wilbur was having from behind the counter at the store. I decided against it because it felt like a weird transition from him being home to suddenly being back in the store. The dialogue (sorry if you cannot read my handwriting </3) also felt really stilted, plus I had a point I was going for that wasn’t really hit with what was being said here.

These two are essentially the storyboard for the text below. I originally intended for Quackity’s face to never be fully shown, but when I tried to draw it digitally it looked weird. Plus, I feel like there’s more of a connection if you can actually see his face. Im also a bit proud of my cquackity design sorry. This iteration is the one where I decided that Wilbur would be in his car rather than at the story (its very messy, but the 4 tiny boxes on the side is the transition from him smoking in LN to being in his car and driving away).

plus some warmups and deciding how long I wanted Wilburs hair to be at the bottom

Here’s the original script, written on a plane with about 3 hours of sleep. I condensed it a bit, since I didn’t want to draw 15 whole pages and I didn’t want it to drag on. I also scrapped the last part in the notes, obviously. A gradual “waking up” would have worked too I guess, but I think the more jarring transition was more the feel I was going for (the kind of “snapping back” when you finish a memory/when something catches your attention).

I didn’t originally intend for the comic (can I even call it that?) to be a two parter, but once I decided Wilbur would be in his car, it would be too odd to just...go back to normal. I hope it was clear in the final product, but Q only shows up in the reflections of the window/mirror. Reflections are so great for so many things, and I’m definitely going to (continue) to use them lol!

I did get some people in the inbox saying how Quackity’s colors were similar to the sky from the first part, but they’re actually the same (just a bit more glow-y in this part) since I took the sky/background from the previous comic and overlayed it. The whole idea of Q using snippets of speech from the previous comic was also really fun to do. I’ve always wanted to have a story where I can do that (I did it for more reasons that it just being cool, but that’s definitely one of them! haha). Anyway that’s all! If you read this far, thank you for indulging me :D Apologies again for no episode; I burnt myself out a bit, and I’m working on another big episode and those tend to take up a lot of my time.

#utahlive #4th wall break #im also working on a character lineup sheet so I can have references for everyone. yeesh #oh also on a scale of 1 to 10 how funny would it be to incorporate polls into this blog #when they become available #also hi there tag readers #behind the scenes

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littlekittenfairychubbybunny · 9 months

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Bweakfas!

Caregiver!Daryl x Little!Reader

This is set in the post-apocalyptic time period, during Alexandria because so cool and yum yums :D Also, I call Daryl as his name at first, but then it transitions to Daddy, just gotta clarify that <3

As the sun rises the sun peeks through the blinds shining over your eyes, as you rouse you let out a big yawn and whine. You turn your head to look at Daryl, only to not find him there. You whine louder, now upset, and look for your stuffie. Not finding her either. With your morning now ruined (as if you ever liked mornings) you start to cry. Your wailing causes heavy footsteps to come to your shared room and as the door opens, in comes Daryl.

“Oh honey,” He says in a babying tone, “come here sweetness.”

He says grabbing you and placing you on his hip. He showers you in kisses and brings you to the bathroom. He grabs your F/C toothbrush and puts a pea of toothpaste. He hands it to you as you start brushing, bouncing you up and down he spins causing you to giggle. You finish brushing and you lean down to spit out the toothpaste and wash your mouth. Daryl grabs your kitty face towel and runs it underneath the tap, he wipes your mouth, folds it, and wipes your face. He places it back on its holder and walks you down the stairs to the kitchen.

He walks over to the couch and plops you down, you giggle and squeal as the sudden drop surprises you.

“Alright baby, lemme finish our breakfast.”

He brings out your basket of toys from various runs and places some on the floor for you. You drop to the floor and crawl towards the toys, grabbing your calico critters and lps.

As he walks back to the kitchen you start playing pretend with your lps, placing them into the little house and babbling, acting as if they’re talking to each other.

“Ababababaaa!” You ramble out, grabbing more of them, making it look like a party.

You crawl to the kitchen, witnessing Daddy (Daryl) reading from a paper that’s in Carol’s handwriting. You crawl quickly, bumping into his legs, he quickly looks down to see you reaching your hands out asking a silent “Uppies?”

“I’m sorry little one, Daddy can’t righ’ now. I’m cooking, go play with your toys.” He says in his usual gruff voice.

You huff in annoyance but crawl back to your spot to continue playing. After ten minutes you hear Daddy go

“Sweetheart! C’mere!”

You gasp in excitement making your way to him, he crouches down, welcoming you into his arms. He gives you a big squeezy hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Ready for breakfast sweet pea?” He asks, looking down at you in his grasp. He places you into a cushioned chair and sits next to you.

“Later on, you’re gonna have to say thank you to Carol alrigh’? She was the one who gave me this recipe.”

You look down at the plate that consists of eggs (however you want them) and chocolate chip pancakes, that were (supposed to be) in the shape of a bear. You clap your hands and nod in excitement. He cuts the pancakes into tiny shapes and picks one up as you open your mouth. He feeds you and as you chew he starts to eat his own food.

annndddd.. thats all folks! Honestly I really wanted to make this longer, but I decided that this will just be a mini-series maybe? I'm so sorry it took me so long out with this, I was rereading my other one and decided that you guys deserved more! Love ya, stay safe <;3

~Babie Espie

#the walking dead x agere reader #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead daryl

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thenerdofthegroup · 1 month

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Okay so we got a tiny promotional video with a lot of clips we’ve already seen and fun ‘PowerPoint slide’ type clips. Imma talk about it

Here is the video ^

Now the last time I talked about this it didn’t go… great so I will word it better so as to avoid that again <3

Now we’ve gotten that billboard my excitement is out on an all time high again but there are a few things in this that I want to point out:

Firstly we will get the obvious out the way- RIO SAYS HER NAMEEEE AND ITS SO PLAYFUL. We have physical evidence that she at the very least knows her name haha.

Secondly the rest of the voice are very interesting. So we definitely have Billy- sorry I meant Teen in there, and Lilia at the end but the rest are all male voices. Now I can confidently identify the ver deep one as Herb from WV. And given it’s a tiny promo teaser I think all of these voices are from what we’ve seen before. Maybe one surprise new one but very unlikely. I think I can hear Dottie’s husband in there but the rest I can’t identify (men usually sound the same to me). So if we use that theory, who says what? I think there are about 3-4 voices I cannot place. AND when do they say it? My theory is that these kind of go chronologically and that she hears them say these in episode 1 as hallucinations or episode 2 when she’s collecting her coven

Thirdly, all the photos are gorgeous and they fall into one of 3 categories

One category is clips from WV. Now the only one I can theorise on is this 70’s one but it was amazing to see her gorgeous face (ignore my shoddy handwriting I’m a physicist it’s part of the job description)

Another Category is hints/clips to parts of the show. I will describe in chronological order, missing the two that go in the next category: Mare of Easttown Detective Agatha, Agatha search online, Agatha tarot card with the moon (moon is very important we all know this), Agatha with the orange magic (I don’t know what font it is but it feels like I should), Olden Agatha with pretty writing, purple smoke screen with Agatha font used in other things, Plants in an almost ‘weird detective’ way (I don’t know how to explain it but like those cutscenes in a detective where they put stuff in a lab… god I’m bad at this), something that almost resembles AHS but in general is a weird black pattern, Agatha twitter (she would be hilarious on there), red ‘Agatha’ that is linked to that demon scene and a beautiful purple glowing ball that is just general mystic-ness. All of them amazing, all pointing to different parts of the show

Now, the two to single out actually have writing on them

I’ll put my theorise down and thank you to my friend who helped because I was trying to think deeply and they gave me the obvious answers because I’m too dumb to do all of this on my own haha

The one on the left feels like a childhood story. It’s written in even lined with pretty patterns on the side. I think that it’s a story about her killing her coven. This would also cement the idea that she is famous (in a not great way) and support a little fun theory I had that she is almost like a spooky story witches tell their kids at night. Like the boogy man. “Don’t misbehave or the evil purple witch will come and get you” kind of thing (you would never guess that I write).

It also brings in a fun question everyone has: was she born with purple magic? Because by all logical accounts she had to have been because the darkhold didn’t turn Wandas magic purple (I know it did Stranges but sorcerers are different, I think it acted like a filter to the outside magic since that’s what sorcerers use, whereas witches have it born into them and their DNA so you can’t put a filter in it) and it would make sense story wise. Born with it and everyone was terrified and hated her from the beginning. Self fulfilling prophecy and all that. It’s not a problem if she isn’t, because the other works just as well, her wanting to rebel so much that she picks up dark books etc etc. but it is one of the aspects I’m deathly excited to see.

The right hand side one is a newspaper. Now given the placement of the name and the lack of anything either it’s her actually putting her name in for people to see/ some kind of clue thing OR the more likely option is a bounty on her head. Which would make sense: if this is a witch paper, everyone seems to want her dead so I mean… go for it. She gets a little snack out of it

Those are my current thoughts and if you’ve read this all then thank you for your time. I like getting other peoples opinions so if you have any then always feel free to say even if it’s telling me I’m stupid and pointing out the obvious haha

Anyway here is your gift for making it to the end: Sexy ladyyyyy

#agatha all along #theorising time baby #I’m dissecting the trailer because I don’t have that much work rn #forgot how long this takes #I have a document of all the stuff we’ve been given and my theorise #it’s at 38 pages y’all #and I haven’t started the trailer 😭#anyway I hate making people upset so I hope this is better #have I had several panic attacks because what I said before was misinterpreted and I ruined everything with some of my only friends…#don’t be so silly guys #I love just talking about this show there are sooo many layers #and you get to look at sexy women whilst you do it #so it’s a win win #have people said I’m over the top and love this show too much #silly again come on guys do better

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sizebrained · 3 months

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Bad Hangover (G/T July 24 - Distortion)

My take on the term "distortion" from @gianttol's GT July prompts. Sometime during Ben's senior year of college. CW: Nudity, drinking, mentions of panic attacks & anxiety problems. *** Ben woke up groggily. Sam had somehow convinced him to take a shot, which then turned into a shot contest with Cob cheering and egging the two giant humans on. Hazel objected and said the whole affair was “ludicrous.”

He stood up with a grunting sigh realizing he was naked. He felt a confusing panic rise then fell as he remembered Sam helped to the shower. Because after the 12th or so shot, he threw up. He had collapsed asleep right out of the shower, naked and still damp. At least he pulled the blanket over himself in the night.

"Oh...right..." Ben said and went to his dresser. The hangover was bad. He needed to eat. He saw a big handwritten note laying on top of his dresser and read it. Sorry about last night. We did all of your laundry to make up. xOXo Sam and Cob Cob had written their own name from the big scratchy, uneven letters due to struggling with what looked like a human sized marker. Also one of the x’s and one of the o’s by the looks of it and their size. He looked over seeing his formerly overflowing hamper was empty.

There was a pair of sunglasses sitting next to the paper and he bent down looking at a little arrow pointing towards them. There was something else written in Sam’s handwriting and he read.

We have the same eyes. Mine kill me after a hangover. These should help.

He wasn’t going to second guess his sister’s far greater experience with drinking. And his eyes were killing him too. He slipped them on but they felt like they were Cob’s size. Whatever he thought at least they made it a little darker.

He opened his top drawer, pulling out a pair of underwear and sliding them on. They felt tight and he winced from his headache first. Then he focused on the door he underwear adjusting himself. They were so tight…everywhere. They must have washed everything in hot water and thrown it straight into the dryer…Ben thought. He opened the next drawer and saw a neatly folded row of tank tops. He grabbed a dark navy blue one and whipped it in once unfolding it. Ben pulled it over his head.

The bottom of it stopped just above his belly button. It looked like he was wearing crop top. Except it was also tight and clingy against his torso.

He muttered, taking his phone out of its charger and walked out of his bedroom, ducking low under the door like always. "SAM!!!” he yelled out, louder than he had meant to, annoyed about the clothes and his headache. He was squinting as he entered the big open living room and kitchen space in the bright light even with the tiny sunglasses from Sam.

Too bright…he thought feeling the clothes strangle him. Sam wasn’t kidding he thought, swaying a bit as he stood. Disoriented. Hazel and Cob both jumped where they were sitting, holding their hands over their ears. They were on an armrest of one side of the L shaped sectional couch in the living room. They had been talking about something. Ben's shout was loud enough it shook them, interrupting whatever they were talking about before. It wasn't pleasant like his voice could sometimes be to them from it's power. "VOLUME!" they both yelled out in unison, sounding like a squeak in comparison to Ben's voice. Their tails moved in strange curves, looking annoyed. He could see that from a few feet away. Ben made a motion with his hands pointing at his head and body. "Sorry...I don’t feel great…Where is Sam?” He asked much softer.

“I saw the note, Cob. Thanks but uh…but you two shrunk all of my clothes in the wash." Ben said taking a step closer. Hazel looked confused as Cob let out a sudden shriek like something was the matter, but turned her attention back to Ben. "She said you were out of detergent and popped down around the corner to get some. She said she would be right back." Hazel said looking at the clothing struggling for dear life on Ben, his skin exposed. A lot of it. "And they did not shrink your clothes to clean them. I supervised the dullards and made sure they used cold water and the right setting on your machine. It was such a nice gesture I wanted to help..." Hazel said looking Ben up and down.

"HOLY SHIT!” Cob finally screamed out making Hazel turn her attention back to them. She had given up on policing their language some time ago and just accepted their younger sibling’s lewd mouth.

“He’s EVEN bigger!!! We should go…” Cob stuttered dramatically getting up to their feet and stepping back. They looked truly terrified. Hazel’s brain was thinking furiously.

Far above them, Ben’s big green eyes were blinking behind the tiny pair of sunglasses after hearing Cob. Ben looked down but they looked distorted for some reason. Maybe it was his headache. They looked really small and far away.

“What?!” Ben cried out loud enough to make the borrowers wince.

Hazel stared at him. Ben looked to be the right height, way, way up. She was so accustomed to him now she just thought of him as "enormous" all the time. Other than his clothes and the ridiculous looking sunglasses, nothing seemed out of place.

Cob grabbed Hazel’s hand and shoulder trying to pull their sister away.

“Haze get back something must be wrong with him! We need to get out of here while there’s still time!” Cob added. Hazel shrugged them off and stayed put watching Ben. Ben felt his heartrate speed up as the panic rose. He stood looking at his hands. His hands seemed really far away too. They started trembling a little and it made him drop his phone near his feet with a clatter. Oh god....Ben thought. He bent over to pick it up. He felt and heard seams tearing from being stretched too far. He had been working with Hazel long enough now that he kept his anxiety at bay for the time being. He tried to reason while he stood back up.

As he scanned his place, nothing looked right. Everything seemed farther away. But as he focused it wasn't like they were smaller, just farther away. It was really weird.

He tried to think. He had aged out of any known growth spurt window. He’d just gone for another checkup and was still 7 foot 3. He looked again noticing it still didn't look quite right. But from the feel of his clothes too, he realized something. No one gets this big this quick. "It’s not possible..." Ben said softly out loud. Hazel noticed it didn’t have an edge to it, he wasn’t worried. Ben was trying to think through possibilities other than his default mode of the worst possible things. Just like Hazel had drilled into him. "Correct. Well done." Hazel said looking up at him with a bit of pride. She had watched his face, hoping he could keep himself in check. He did brilliantly she thought a smile breaking out on her face.

Then Hazel looked over at Cob with a very perturbed glare. "Anything to share?" She said clearly seeing their sibling stifling a laugh. Cob exploded with laughter. Almost instantly, Ben’s condo door burst open. Sam was in the hallway doubled over wheezing with laughter.

Next to her in the hallway was Ben’s real laundry stacked high in a basket. Hazel slapped Cob's arm. "Not funny!" she said despite the fact she was gently chuckling as she did it.

Sam finally laughed out, “How are those trick glasses by the way babe?” wiping her eyes and then fanning them with her hands failing to calm down. Ben sighed, so that’s why nothing looked right. He threw them at Sam but missed making her laugh harder.

Sam probably used his credit card for this too. He needed to eat...and change.

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#g/t #g/t community #g/t fluff #borrowers #g/t writing #gentle giant #giant/tiny #giant girl #giant tiny #tinygirl #gtjuly2024 #g/t july

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vanacoar · 2 years

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Talk Is Cheap, Roses Are Beautiful (Part 1 of 2)

Words: 3.8k

Rating: M(ish)

Warnings: Chuuya typical swearing, Some Spiciness at the end but nothing explicit

A/N: this took way too long to write but here we go! The second part will be all the fun smut that didn’t make it into this chapter, so if you’re not one for NSFW content, this chapter is the safer one and can be read on its own.

Summary: Dazai has a game he’d like to play with His favorite executive, and maybe some things he’d like to say too.

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“So Boring.” Dazai whined as he reclined back against the office couch, hands cupped over a set of large black headphones on either ear, listening to what the rest of his coworkers couldn’t even guess.

“If you’re so bored, Dazai,” Kunikida shouted from across the room at his desk. “Then maybe you should consider actually getting some work done instead of lounging around like a lazy lout!”

Dazai ignored him, favoring more to focus on what he was listening to. As far as anyone was concerned, he was probably listening to music, or something of the sort, but in truth, the sounds berating Dazai’s ear drums right now were far less entertaining than a random radio station. Port Mafia meetings were SO BORING! Dazai didn’t miss them, they dragged on and on through sister factions, supply chains and intel gathering, all things that Dazai didn’t particularly care about.

Then why, you may ask, had Dazai placed a wire tap in the main meeting room of the Port Mafia? Well that was easy, because you see, a certain firey red head was present during this meeting, as was required of all Port Mafia executives, and Dazai may or may not have planned a little surprise for his favorite slug, and he was desperate to hear his reaction.

“And what of the branch in Poland?” Mori’s voice rang through Dazai headphones.

“Production is progressing as planned, sir.” Higuchi responded. “By next week I expect we’ll be ahead of schedule.”

Well that wouldn’t do, Dazai would have to find a reason to schedule a trip to Poland. Priorities for later though, it was about time for his little surprise to show up.

“Very good, and what about—“ Mori’s voice cut off at the sound of a knock at the door, the indicator of fun to come. The sound of the door opening rang through the headphones as foot steps entered the room.

“Sorry for the interruption sir,” An unfamiliar voice squeaked, they must be new. “But I have a delivery for Executive Nakahara.”

Bingo.

“From who?” Chuuya’s voice finally came over the headphones, Dazai was wondering when he’d finally speak.

“I’m unsure, sir. The delivery was anonymous, it requires your signature though.” Dazai recognized the vague sounds of a pen scratching on paper, indicative of Chuuya accepting the delivery. “Very good sir, I’ll bring it right in.”

Three… two… one… Dazai was giddy in his seat.

“The hell is this?!” Chuuya exclaimed, almost loud enough to make Dazai have to pull the headphones from his ears. He struggled to suppress this giggles at chuuya’s response, it was exactly what he was hoping for.

Kouyou’s laughter soon filled the space. “Well, well it seems our little Chuuya has quite the secret admirer.” She said between giggles.

Dazai only wished he’d had a video feed too, oh to see Chuuya’s face at what was surely sitting in front of him right now. A bouquet of roses, the brightest red Dazai could find. Stage one of his game, his masterful plan to get all of his favorite reactions out of his tiny slug.

“My, my, Chuuya, it seems you’ve had quite the effect on someone. Is there a note?” Mori asked, also sounding equally as amused.

Dazai couldn’t risk leaving a note. Knowing Chuuya he’d recognize Dazai’s cadence or handwriting anywhere, and would be able to piece it together that the flowers were from him, and that would end the game far too soon.

Getting Chuuya angry was one thing, it was fun but the effects faded quickly, far too quickly for Dazai’s liking, but get him flustered and that could last hours, not to mention a few ulterior motives Dazai may have had for choosing that specific gift, far more entertaining on a boring Monday morning.

He heard Chuuya sputter out a few incoherent sounds before he finally choked out. “No, nothing, just flowers.” He could imagine the look on Chuuya’s face so well, his cheeks would be the perfect shade of red, probably enough to match the roses, his blue ocean eyes blown out wide. His back would be perfectly straight as he tried to process what was in front of him, possibly his shoulders hiked up to his ears. Dazai regretted not planting a camera.

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Hacking into Chuuya’s security system was easy enough, no matter how many times he changed the password, his dog would always be predictable. So it was no problem stalling his security cameras just long enough for Dazai to make his way up to Chuuya’s apartment, just long enough to install a few audio taps, and just long enough to leave another bouquet of flowers, this time an attractive bunch of red camellias.

Dazai sat relaxed in his dorm, headphones pressed tightly to his ears as he waited for the tell tale signs of Chuuya arriving home. With what Dazai pulled the day before, with those roses, he expected Chuuya’a reaction to this gift to be just as good.

He didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door, a heavy sigh indicating a long day at work and probably a desire for bed. The footsteps only got heavier and heavier as Dazai imagined Chuuya finally seeing what lay in front of his entry way.

“What the fuck?” Chuuya sounded exasperated. Dazai could practically see his reaction, confused but intrigued look on his cute face, eyebrows probably pushed together like they always did when he was thinking about something too hard. He heard the sound of Chuuya picking the bouquet up, the crinkle of plastic in his hands. He imagined he was searching for a note, one that once again would not be there. “For fuck’s sake, leave a damned note.”

“But that would ruin the game, mon slug.” Dazai said only to himself. Chuuya would recognize his handwriting immediately, and it was far to early to end the game yet, after all, Dazai was only just beginning, he still had another piece of his plan.

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Chuuya was startled at the announcement he had a delivery. A delivery of what? He hadn’t ordered anything, and certainly not anything that would be delivered right in the middle of a meeting.

“From who?” He asked the delivery boy, who nearly trembled when addressing the executive directly.

“I’m unsure, sir,” He choked out. “The delivery was anonymous, it requires your signature though.” the boy’s hands shook as he handed Chuuya a clip board and a pen, which he readily signed his name on before the boy disappeared through the door once again, only to re-emerge with the largest bouquet of red roses Chuuya had ever seen in his life.

“The hell is this?!” He exclaimed as the bouquet was handed to him, his eyes wide at the unexpected gift.

“Well, well, it seems our little Chuuya has quite the secret admirer.” Kouyou teased, to which Chuuya sent her a glare that had she been anyone else, would have shut them up and possibly even encouraged them to leave, but this was Kouyou, and she only giggled harder at his flustered look.

The roses were beautiful, each one perfectly shaped, the brightest red Chuuya had ever seen, the petals were silky and lush, it was clear a lot of care had gone into crafting the bouquet.

“My, my, Chuuya, it seems you’ve had quite the effect on someone. Is there a note?” Chuuya was already searching for a slip of paper, anything to indicate who the flowers were from. Who the hell sends flowers and doesn’t say who they are, doesn’t even attach a little note like “From your secret admirer” or some shit like that. It was just flowers, no note, no indication of the sender, and Chuuya’s face was far too hot for his liking, and it remained that way for the rest of the meeting.

Flowers during the middle of a meeting was one thing, but somehow dodging his security cameras to leave yet another bouquet of flowers at his door was something else entirely. The bouquet of red camellias stared at him from the floor just before his door, like they were laughing at him. They mocked him as he plucked them from their resting place.

“What the fuck?” Chuuya hissed. “At least leave a note or something.” He did like camellias though, they weren’t his favorite flower, but they were beautiful, and the red ones were particularly difficult to get, especially in Japan. Whoever this mystery person was, was really putting in the work, Chuuya was honestly pretty impressed.

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Chuuya was already expecting the next gift; two bouquets in a row? That ment a third was on its way. However, it had been a week and there had been nothing. He’d spend the better part of the last seven days obsessing over one) who would be brave enough to try and send such a direct message to a Port Mafia executive and two) when was it going to happen next.

Well seven days after the initial bouquet of roses, Chuuya got the answer to one of those questions, and this by far was the most unexpected gift of them all.

He was just starting to lose hope, maybe two was the magic number, and his secret admirer was done, which despite the obvious peace and quiet that would eventually bring, also made Chuuya a little disappointed, the flowers were beautiful and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a soft spot for them and the effort someone was putting in to get them to him. He was just coming to terms with this new revelation when he walked into his office that morning, coat held by one hand over his shoulder and a tired yawn escaping his lips as he crossed the threshold of his doorway, it was far too early and he’d hardly slept the night before.

However, when he spotted what was so delicately placed on his desk after he walked in, he certainly was awake now. It wasn’t a bouquet, instead it was a single flower, a beautiful vibrant red Tulip, just one, laid delicately across his desk, a matching red bow tied around the stem. Chuuya nearly dropped his jacket at the sight, just staring at the flower for what felt like hours.

Having a bouquet delivered to his work and leaving another bouquet at his door was one thing, but breaking into his office, without being caught on either cameras or by security, in the office building of the most dangerous organization in Yokohama, just to leave one singular flower, that was another thing entirely. It was at that point Chuuya began to have suspicions, maybe this secret admirer wasn’t as secret as he thought.

A plan of his own began to form as Chuuya sat at his desk, twirling the single tulip between his fingers. If this was who he thought it was, and he was pretty certain he was right, then there was certainly an end goal to be reached, a message to be delivered, if only he could communicate through actual words instead of bombarding Chuuya was flowers, not that Chuuya minded them, though he’d never confess that out loud.

Chuuya spent a good hour and a half of that morning researching flowers and their meanings. Dazai wasn’t one to pick a flower just because it was pretty, he never did anything that wasn’t deliberate. Red roses - love and passion, red camellias - romance, and red tulips - lust. Flowers certainly wasn’t the way Chuuya was expecting Dazai to say it, but he had to commend his creativity.

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Dazai would admit, perhaps the tulip left in Chuuya’s office was a little on the nose, certainly his favorite mafioso would begin to suspect him now, but would he be able to connect the dots behind Dazai’s reasoning? Being familiar with Chuuya’s critical thinking skills, Dazai wasn’t very hopeful. He sighed as he reclined back in his seat, a pile of paperwork still left sitting untouched on his desk.

“Everything okay, Dazai?” Atsushi’s voice broke through Dazai’s thoughts. He turned to look at the boy, who sat beside him, a mildly concerned, mildly curious look on his young face. Dazai gave a small smile.

“Just waiting to see how a plan turned out.”

“What plan?” The boy tiger inquired.

“Getting a message across to someone who’s ability to grasp hints is severely impaired.” At his words there was a knock on the agency’s door, to which Naomi got up to answer.

“I have a delivery for a mister… Dazai Osamu.”

“For me?” Dazai questioned as the delivery boy approached him.

“Yes sir, if you could please sign here.” The boy said before handing Dazai a clipboard and a pen. He signed, the delivery boy taking the clipboard back and exchanging it with a long thin box, sure enough it was addressed to Dazai.

“What is it?” Atsushi asked, leaning over Dazai’s shoulder to peak at the gift.

“Maybe someone’s been kind enough to send a bomb and finally kill me.” Dazai only jested. He saw Atsushi shy away only slightly, but it was clear he had the entire rooms attention. Without another word he popped the seal on the box, tilting the parcel over to slide out a long wooden case. The wood was fine, a brilliant cherry wood, varnished beautifully and clearly expensive. There were no engravings or anything to indicate who the case was from. The case was held shut by a single clasp, which Dazai easily popped open, opening the wooden box to reveal a single beautiful red rose, the stem was held in a delicate satin bed, the petals carefully placed in the box to ensure they wouldn’t be crushed with the case’s closure.

“It’s beautiful.” Atsushi described in awe.

“Who the hell would send you something like this?” Kunikida inquired, the entirety of the office echoing the same question, albeit silently.

Tied to the stem of the rose was a delicate ribbon, and tied to the end of the ribbon was a single note, and upon reading it, Dazai could only smile.

It seems someone has discovered the game.

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Chuuya was exhausted, he’d spent the day putting out fire after fire, first there was an issue with a supply chain at the other side of town that he had to sort out, which resulted in more murder than he was planning on today, one of their warehouses on the East side of town had been broken into and of course he had to deal with that, and then as icing on the cake he arrived back at the office only to find a mountain of paperwork on his desk, which he got through, albeit begrudgingly. He was determined to throw his phone out the window if it rang one more time today.

The click of his door unlocking was a welcome sound, he was beyond ready for a shower and bed. His apartment was dark as he walked in, just as he’d left it, although something felt off.

Turning on his light, chuuya was greeted with a surprising sight. A fresh vase of flowers perched perfectly on his bar, the flowers a combination of red roses, camellias and tulips, a delicate satin bow wrapped around the glass neck, and one of his favorite chokers clasped above it.

“My dog is quite rude.” Chuuya spun to only be greeted by the image of a certain mackerel lounging on his sofa, his tan coat hanging on the rack by the door. Chuuya felt the familiar heat of rage building inside his chest.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop breaking into my apartment!?” Chuuya shouted, angrily tossing his coat onto the coat rack along side Dazai’s.

“I mean honestly, is this any way to speak to your master?” Dazai held up a familiar white note, one Chuuya distinctly remembered tying to the rose he’d sent to the agency. It read ‘stupid mackerel’.

“It’s called leaving a note, something you should do when sending someone flowers.” Chuuya crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his hip out as he eyed his uninvited guest, who despite his show of anger, the mafia executive was not surprised to see here. He knew what he was doing the second he sent that rose.

“But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun! The whole intention was to play a game of fetch, and my dog did so well despite being and idiot.” Dazai teased, pulling out a familiar rose and holding it out in front of him.

“I’M NOT YOUR DOG!” Chuuya barked. Dazai smiled as he stood from his seat, rose being laid gently on the coffee table before the detective approached. Suddenly the air got far to serious for Chuuya’s liking, Dazai’s expression switching from teasing to affectionate. It was quiet for a moment before Chuuya spoke up. “You could have just communicated normally you know.”

“And what’s the fun in that? I wanted to make you work.”

“Bastard.”

“Did you learn a lot about flowers?”

“More than I thought I ever wanted to.” Dazai’s hands were on his hips in a second, his grip was tight but loose enough that he was still giving Chuuya an out if he wanted it.

“And what did you learn from the ones I sent?” He was closer now, close enough that Chuuya could feel his words on his skin, his breath on his flesh. The grip on his hips burned and the feeling in his chest became all consuming. It wasn’t anger anymore, but a burning ache that seemed to pull him forward, just a few inches was all it would take.

“I learned that you’re an idiot.” He said finally, and closed the distance. The kiss was chaste at first, just a simple press of lips, then Dazai’s grip on his hips tightened and his own hands found their way to the collar of Dazai’s shirt, pulling him infinitely closer.

Chuuya found his back against the wall and his fingers tangled in Dazai’s hair before he knew it. Dazai’s hands trailed up his sides, their touch hot irons even through his clothes. If someone had told him when they were 15 that one day he’d have this man’s tongue in his mouth and hands on his body he’d have punted them halfway across the city, but here he was, desperately trying to memorize Dazai’s taste.

He wasn’t sure when the feelings started, probably sometime around 17. After Dazai left he thought they’d just go away with time, that he’d heal and close that door behind him, but the second that bandaged asshole walked back into his life that door swung right back open.

Dazai trailed his lips down Chuuya’s throat, nipping at his tender flesh, placing claiming marks in places he knew would be difficult to cover, not that Chuuya particularly cared right now. His head knocked against the hard wall as Dazai bit down between where his shoulder met his neck, a harsh bite, prying noises that had Chuuya been more lucid, he would have been embarrassed about.

He tangled his fingers in brunette waves, yanking hard enough to draw a gasp from Dazai’s lips before they were once again occupied with Chuuya’s own. He let Dazai explore his mouth, let him pull him closer, reveled in the way his bandaged arms wrapped around him. He gave another harsh tug to his hair, drawing out another gasp. Breaking the kiss, Chuuya set to work placing his own marks on the flesh of Dazai’s throat that he could access. He bit down hard on the skin just above his bandages, drawing damn near the most seductive moan out of the man before him that he’d ever heard. That would be a fun mark to explain to the armed detective agency.

“Have fun explaining that to glasses tomorrow.” Chuuya said as he laved the mark with his tongue. He could hear Dazai’s amused smile as he spoke.

“I’ll tell him the truth. My dog bit me.” Chuuya bit him again, this time significantly harder, drawing the slightest hiss from Dazai’s lips as he abused his tender skin.

Chuuya shoved Dazai over to the couch, toppling him down onto the cushion before climbing into his lap, Dazai’s hands once again finding his hips as he forced him down onto his lap. A tiny thrust up from Dazai pulled a moan from both of them before Chuuya once again set to work memorizing the inside of Dazai’s mouth with his tongue. Dazai’s hands were at the buttons of Chuuya’s vest, nimbly working to rid him of the offending garment, which he proceeded to throw across the room once it was removed before yanking Chuuya’s shirt up, untucking it so he could slide his hands under it and flatten them against Chuuya’s back, shifting him closer and providing a roll of his hips once more.

Dazai’s fingers were cold as he moved from Chuuya’s back to his stomach, tracing up to his chest. Chuuya ground down against Dazai below him, swallowing his moan. The wash of no longer human across his skin, down to his bones, the constant buzz of for the tainted sorrow quietted, his mind was fuzzy with nothing but Dazai and getting closer, getting more of him, tasting him, devouring him whole, and Chuuya imagined Dazai was having the same thoughts. He could feel Dazai hard beneath him, he was in no better state, his tight pants a little too tight as he rolled his hips once more. Then it happened.

Buzz…buzz…buzz

Everything halted. It was Chuuya’s phone, which prompted Dazai to remove his hands from inside Chuuya’s shirt and grab it from his back pocket before Chuuya could react.

“Have a boyfriend I should know about?” Dazai teased as he held the phone out of Chuuya’s reach, letting it ring.

“Shut the fuck up and give me my phone!” Chuuya barked back, finally snaching the phone from Dazai’s grasp just in time to answer it. “This is Executive Nakahara.”

“Executive Nakahara, so professional.” Dazai murmured as he set his attention on placing more marks on Chuuya’s neck as he listened to the phone call. Chuuya landed a well placed punch Dazai’s shoulder in response, not that it did much to deter the man.

“Yes boss, of course.” Chuuya answered, choking back a moan when Dazai rolled his hips up once again, paired with a harsh suck to the sensitive area just below his ear. “Y-yes I can be there in 20 minutes.”

“No you can’t.” Dazai mumbled against his skin.

“Yes sir.” Chuuya finishes before hanging up the phone. He tosses it onto the couch beside them as Dazai hugs him closer.

“Absolutely not.” Dazai says sourly. He trails gentle kisses up Chuuya’s neck as his arms tighten around his middle. Chuuya’s hands find his shoulders, trailing up his neck and into his hair. “You’re staying right here, we’re not done.”

“You know I have to go, Dazai.” He doesn’t try to pull away yet though.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do,” Chuuya waited for an answer, when it didn’t come, he continued. “Osamu.” He said into his ear. He rarely called Dazai by his first name, even after so many years, he only used it when he needed to. And here, he knew he needed to. He needed to convey that this wasn’t just a fluke, that when he left he would be coming back and had every intention of picking up exactly where they left off. Dazai met his eyes, and in that moment Chuuya realized how much he liked being able to see both of them, his hand came to rest on his cheek, thumb stroking the skin under the eye he used to keep covered. He leaned down and connected their lips one more time, the kiss was sweet, it was gentle. “Rain check.”

“Promise?” Dazai whispered against his lips.

“Yes.”

“Good, because I can’t have my dog running away you know, maybe I should get you microchipped.” Chuuya stood abruptly.

“YOU MOTHERFU— I’M NOT YOUR DOG!”

#bungo stray dogs #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #bsd soukoku #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya

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fortes-fortuna-iogurtum · 2 years

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☕️ + physical notebooks. Do you use them? What kind do you prefer if so? What kind of book-binding is preferable (spiral-bound, glue-bound, string-bound)? Do you like the notebook covers with woodland scenes / animals / what have you better, or geometric patterns, or quotes? Bookmarks built into notebooks/books, thoughts? (sorry, that's a lot, I'm just curious!)

oooh Robin, what a good opinion topic!! :D

prepare for waaaaaaaaaayyy too many thoughts and opinions about notebooks incoming:

so, physical notebooks. I DO indeed use them! and like any good writer or student, I hoard far far more than I will ever need or probably will ever be able to use in one lifetime.

I mostly use ruled notebooks; unlined ones are great for sketching, but then they're sketchbooks, not notebooks. and I have had a few bullet-dotted notebooks, but I've found that the lines in those are not delineated clearly enough to do much for my handwriting, and the lack of clear lines also makes it harder for me to read my own writing when I look back over them later. so yeah, ruled notebooks do tend to be my favourite.

spiral-bound is the most useful for me, because it's so adaptable; you can lay it completely flat on a table, you can flip it over so you only see one page at a time. you can write all the way to the edge without your handwriting starting to slope downwards and slip into the crack between the pages in the middle of the book. and you can easily and cleanly tear pages out leaving no trace behind if the need to do so arises.

that said, I will still buy glue-bound and string-bound notebooks! I have one or two that people have given me as gifts that I love, and I have one absolutely gorgeous gothic naturalist-y themed one that I bought from a lovely little etsy shop and am saving for a very special use one day. and I recently bought a teeny-tiny book-bound unlined notebook from the dollar store to keep in my pocket and add any random story inspirations or lines of poetry or drawing ideas to whenever they pop into my head while I'm out and about. so there are really no hard and fast rules to which kinds of notebooks I'll buy for my collection!

I do love quotes on my notebooks! especially ones that fit the subject matter I'm planning to fill the notebook with! but I also am first and foremost a Space Girl, so anything with stars or nebulae or galaxies or constellations is pretty much guaranteed to catch my attention. and plain colours are always good too!

bookmarks built into books are always nice. they keep my place for me! they look cool! they're attached to the book itself, so there's no chance I can lose them like I do all my regular bookmarks! what's not to love here! bookmarks built into notebooks are also cool, but intimidating. a lot of times a notebook that's nice enough to have its own built-in bookmark is going to seem completely impossible to use, because I know that anything I write in it won't be worthy of such a lovely notebook. so I'll just end up sticking it on my shelf and gazing at it admiringly and flipping the pages and thinking of how much potential it has, and never actually writing anything in it for fear of messing it up. (I know this is completely silly and absolutely defeats the purpose of buying the notebook in the first place. but it's one of those things I can't seem to fully overcome. I do as a general rule have to be careful that I never own any disposable goods that seem too nice, because then I won't ever want to dispose of them, meaning I'll never use them at all, so they'll just sit around my room taking up space and being absolutely pointless no matter how long and hard I try to rationalize myself out of being That Way about them).

#thanks for the ask robin!! :D I really enjoyed answering this!! I didn't realize that I had so many opinions about notebooks!!#gurt answers asks #brown-little-robin

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i know this defeats the point of it being an unbreakable code but i am DYING to hear an explanation of how the code works. also this is so incredibly on brand for you.

Oh friend thank you so much and also I'm sorry I'm about to ramble excitedly about this thing way more than you probably wanted me to

Unbreakable is probably too strong a word (especially now that I've explicitly created a key in the form of this font, when previously I've never really had an all-encompassing "key" written down - that's not to say that the font is all-encompassing either of course, which I'll get into) BUT the reason I feel like it might be an accurate-ish way of describing it is because there are like. Potentially an infinite number of symbols that can show up? Because okay, at its most basic this is just a simple substitution cipher essentially, where each letter of the alphabet has its own symbol, except tiny Lea didn't think that was secure enough and added 2 additional versions for every letter over time (so there are basically 3 entire ass alphabets, though tbh I've forgotten a good chunk of the 3rd one). So for example, these all represent the same letter, and which one I decide to use is just sort of random at any given point:

And then from there, there's a lot of combining symbols together to make new-ish ones, and then also I sorta threw in a bunch of symbols that stand for commonly used letter combinations (th, st, ight, etc.) or entire words (and, the, could, etc.), kinda maybe like what I'm pretty sure shorthand is? But with all my own made up shit. And then THOSE ALSO get combined together with other letters/combos/words, and so on, and then also if I decide I want a symbol that doesn't exist yet I'd just kinda. Add it on the fly, which I did a lot over the course of writing the huge binder full of "stories", so even the ones that I don't necessarily remember/that aren't used super often I can still figure out with context basically. Because of the way it's structured then, there's lots of different ways to write the same thing, i.e. each of the below is the same one word written in 3 different ways:

AND SO ON. There are ssssort of rules for how the letters combine with each other, i.e. using one alphabet might imply that the letter comes before the one it's placed on/in/around while using one of the other alphabets means it comes after instead, i.e. these are 2 different things:

and so on, but then a lot of it just comes down to like. What I sorta decide to do on a whim at any given point. There are also some custom symbols for punctuation marks and whatnot, I think the only punctuation marks I just use as-is rather than replacing are parentheses.

The only real thing from the code that I wasn't really able to translate over into the font (though I'm sure there's a way, I just didn't think it was worth the effort to find it) is that I would use a single dot as my "space" character between words rather than an actual space, since this was handwritten and my handwriting was super messy, but the font just uses regular ol spaces instead which I don't mind tbh.

THANKS FOR ASKING ABOUT MY WEIRD CODE NONSENSE and also sorry for not telling you outright what the symbols I've included mean, but then you might be able to start figuring out words and pretty soon you could crack the whole thing and then you would have the power to Destroy me and we can't have that.

#ask lea #anonymous #and while unbreakable is probably too strong a word it may or may not be the word that i've used to name this gotdamn font lmao #(i never had an actual name for it always just 'the code')#(though I think i would sometimes call it gnommish #because well. this all started because a friend and i read the artemis fowl books in middle school #and felt super smart for decoding the stuff written along the bottoms of the pages #and memorized that code so for to pass notes or whatever which is what gave me the idea to come up with my own code #and now well here we are.)

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moonandsunwoo · 3 years

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Tiny things about txt and you

# — pairing: txt x reader (gn!reader)

# — genre: fluff bro

# — warnings: nah, lowercase intended

Well hello there! I hope everyone had a happy new year, lets see what 2022 brings. I have decided to 👏 pull 👏 myself 👏 together 👏 and write something tiny (pun intended) again, after god knows how long! I’m sorry for the writing-inactivity but school is a mess and exhausting and life often times not much better. Drink your water babes and oh, thank you for +500 followers im in disbelief. Stay safe!

soobin…your relationship with him is full of tiny smiles. Sometimes just a look is enough to make that dimple show, theres no one that can make his eyes shine in pure happiness like you do. And the best thing is: you dont even have to be around! The mere thought of you makes soobin go: (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) and its the most endearing thing ever

yeonjun…yeonjun would always check up on you. Most of the time he’d send a quick text before entering the studio or the gym. It was a cutie little habit you both had picked up, tiny bits of each other’s affection scattered throughout your lives. And the other boys claimed that they would know if the notification that made his phone light up was from you or not, solely based on his reaction. That mans a goner, not just a tiny bit though.

beomgyu…where theres beomgyu theres teasing and beomgyu teases you a lot. Not in a mean way though, that has to be said, always with a loving undertone and full of warmth. He‘d never overstep any kind of boundary and even though he maybe seems to wander on the brink of shamelessness, he knows when and where to stop. And behold, it‘s not like you don‘t tease him back!! Entertainment for everyone watching, free, on top of all.

taehyun…tiny little notes. Okay hear me out, i agree that Mr Kang Taehyun is more of a practical man but the thought of him leaving a post it note once or twice on your nightstand or desk or in the kitchen in semi-neat handwriting just makes my heart melt okay. It’s his way of saying things he sometimes feels to embarrassed to just say out loud and its a small thing he does because he knows it makes you so happy. Also, the smile on his face when you started to leave notes for him one day, was so bright the sun got jealous. Bet.

huening kai…he has that habit of brushing his hands against yours from time to time. Not actively grabbing them (well sometimes…) but just to…check up? Those tiny touches would make his skin tingle and his smile go all shy and neither of you needed any more words because both of you knew anyways. Sometimes you‘d just slightly nudge his hand with yours or quickly go and intertwine your fingers, but often times the little fleeting brush of his hand over yours would be enough. I’m so SOFT someone get me out of my hole i dug here

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Yessssss your request are open thank god 💖🙏😭

I've been thinking for this for a whole night, I swear this so called Haitani Brothers wont leave my mind. So can I request for Haitani brothers x big sister reader who protect them from their abusive father when they are little, and when they're grow up they make it their duty to protect their big sis, simply to say thats the kinda thing they could do to repay her. I just thought that haitani brother have a shitty toxic father, thats why they're so cruel and ruthless. Poor baby 😭

You can make it fluff or angst (pss the big sis ended up dying) anything you prefer it to be. Its also up to you if its gonna be hcs or scenario.

Thank you for letting me request honey boo! Love you and stay safe 💜💖🧡

I thank you for this. I loved writing it and I'm sorry for taking so long to do it. be aware of the warnings, tough topics ahead. lowercase indeed.

warnings: toxic household, physical & non graphic mentions of sexual abuse, violence, death, strong language, gun, child abuse

Until hell freezes over.

man. let me tell you, shit's never been easy in the Haitani household. you want to know why ? well, I'm the firstborn to two stupid and reckless people. my mother left us with our alcoholic daddy as soon as she gave birth to her third child– Rindou. Ran is the middle child, bless him. our father is a complete scum, he's never cared. when mother left, his bottles were his only company and no one else around was important.

I'm three years older than Ran and Rin, nevertheless we were inseparable growing up, like– inseparable.

our dad, like I said, has never showed empathy or 'love' like parents are supposed to. on the contrary, all he gave me were 'lessons'. beatings, to be exact. oh, I didn't cook dinner as he liked it? a punch. hold up, he spent the whole day out pissing himself and the house wasn't shining when he came back? he'd take off his belt. from a very young age I memorized every tiny movement of his and what they meant.

"your body is a masterpiece, you're a painting"

people preach self love out there. I must've been a really good painting growing up, purple and yellow and black bruises all over my body.

I'm a masterpiece of agony and torment.

I went through hell growing up. I was the main target for my father's punishments because I'd refuse to allow him a hand to lay on them. of course I wouldn't reason with my father, I was too scared to do that. instead, I would jump in when I saw him arguing with Rindou because he didn't have the best handwriting or when he'd shout at Ran just because he didn't know where my father's favorite boxes were.

I swore it myself to protect Ran and Rindou until hell freezes over.

"why don't you run away?" that's what my teacher said once when I was on my first year of school. why don't I run away? why didn't I? the opportunities to flee were countless. it'd be undemanding to go by myself and find someone far away that'd melt in pity and would take me in. but I had two younger siblings.

everytime I'd feel scared for my life, I'd run to my room and take Rin and Ran with me, sheltering them under the bed before father started his 'late night show' with me. the way their eyes would widen and tears start appearing in the corners made my legs fail and I'd hold their hands tight.

I remember one day that was one of the worst for me. I was eight while Ran was five and Rindou only four.

"Nothing bad will happen to you, okay? Not as long as I'm here." my voice harder than my thoughts, all I could think about was having them there and not let that man in.

Ran's eyes prickled with heavy tears. " What will he do to you?" he had asked. my tongue felt thick and I couldn't swallow. then Rindou's skinny hand pressed to my arm. I look at him and he's wearing an expression completely different than Ran's. once Ran was at the verge of tears, despair and fear, Rindou had his brows knit together and his small tired eyes looked at me fiercely.

" I hate daddy." he whispered and Ran wiped a tear out of his red cheek.

" I hate him, too."

but, you know, although we didn't have the best upbringing, every now and then I'd manage to sneak my little boys out of the house and provide them a little sample of what a normal childhood would taste like.

these are the few and only memories that I cherish of my life. these brisk moments where, somehow, we'd manage to forget about our fucked up dad.

" Come on, boys! The last one to get there is going to eat cold dinner!" we ran to the playground near the parking lot. I held my dress down as the autumn breeze hit my face and messed up with the hair. Ran was fast but not as fast as Rindou. that boy was something else. he was faster than both of us and he was the younger.

that day we had spent the whole noon in the slides and the swings. Ran fell and screwed up his knee, we'd have to find a way a hide that from dad, but at that moment we didn't care. all we cared about was ourselves.

I sat down to catch my breath and watched the two going up the ladder and then sliding down. I smiled to myself. it wasn't often I heard them laughing. I loved their little smiles. they never smiled in front of dad, though.

but lately I've been noticing that as we grow up, their eyes get sadder and their cheeks don't get that simple shade of faded pink and they don't even joke between themselves. have i failed? was this effort I've been putting all these years... in vain? it were minimum the times when the monster actually beat my brothers. so I guess that I succeeded. guess no matter how much I tried I couldn't change the ambience.

part II here! reblogs and likes help insanely. thank you <<3

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #takemichi hanagaki #tokyo revengers manga #rindou smut #rindou #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #ran haitani #ran #ran and rindou haitani #baji #chifuyu #manjiro sano #nahoya kawata #smiley #tokyorev x reader

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