#bc im still a bit in deep with drafts

[fadewalking]

if we have 0 threads together.

and you like this.

i will invade your ask with some random one liner within the next 24 hours.

[wintergrofyuri]

hero tired and stressed and anxious. constantly comparing himself to the long quiet. wishing they were still there. worrying he wont be enough to keep them all together. having stress dreams about being alone in the long quiet (the place). the mirror, the princess. the narrator. isolating himself from the others.

having to be physically dragged away from his brooding. being all "im fine" and then passing the fuck out not even 2 minutes into flock cuddle time. not even waking up while they fight over who gets to be closest (thank god btw smitten wld never be able to live with the guilt).

adversary and stubborn inviting him to a tussle. politely declining but suggesting he just watch, since he can tell they just wanted an excuse to hang out. ending up in a tussle anyways when adversary throws stubborn into him. hero not at All keeping up with them but its ok bc the closeness, physical or otherwise, is more than enough for him.

burned and drowned grey inviting themselves in bc burned is forcing drowned to interact with the voices more and decided hero is a good place to start. hero being scrambling a bit bc he wasnt expecting visitors (and hes still a little wary around the ghosts) but trying to be a gracious host. burned being all "see how cute and nice and sweet he is" and hero getting all flustered. drowned says nothing but she Does squish his cheeks a little. burned calls it a success.

broken seeking him out for when he just wants company and comfort. hero claims his door is always open and hes never once refused anyone. but sometimes others are already there. paranoid or opportunist. sometimes contrarian. a vessel or two is not uncommon either; spectre and damsel are especially fond of him. broken always feels like hes intruding, though. cold, on the other hand, does not care. he will invite himself in any hour just for hero time. he has advised broken to do the same.

they love him. they adore him. they put him on a pedestal. they care for him and worry about him and stress him worse than anything. all pressure he puts on himself. to be perfect. to be what he thinks they want him to be. he does not know how deep and unconditional it all is. they dont want him to Be anything other than himself. bc what he Is is what they fawn over. he could be reciting the fucking yellow pages and theyd still hang off every word.

anyways this makes no sense and its all over the place and basically just a stream of consciousness but this has been in my drafts long enough and i need everyone to know that hero harem is still 🔛🔝💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥🌈🦈✨

[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

Thank God for that stupid interview

Not proof read Im sorry!! rushed ending a bit but wtv. Can be read as stand alone but part 1 is stupid interview

pairings; page x famous actress reader

Summary; flashbacks to Paige being lowk obsessed with Josephine then into the relationship up to the draft.

Warnings; none, (bad writing), they say fine shyt (bc Paige is fine shyt)

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Paige pov:

1 year ago;

"Paige you dont even like horror movies why do you want to see this one so bad?" Kk asks but before I can respond Azzi laughs and replies for me

"She's been obsessed with the actress in it forever thats the only reason" Azzi finishes which makes everyone we're out with turn to look at me with teasing smiles and more questions about who it is.

The only reason Azzi knows exactly who is because when we were 20 she forced me to watch some crappy rom-com where I saw her for the first time. That was the first time I ever understood the appeal of a celebrity crush.

"Oh she's seen like every movie Josephine Carter has been in. It's actually insane" Azzi says

"Oh my god is that what she's always watching on her iPad smiling like crazy?" Kayla asks

"okay bro ya'll gotta shut up. Yes she's my celebrity crush but can you blame me? She's insanely hot and a good person. Like bro come on half the people in the theater probably are here for the same reason I am"

"Yeah thats true I looked her up you're right Paige she's fine" Kayla says turning the phone to show the group of us in line for popcorn.

A litany of damns and I see you Paige followed from the group as they all smiled as Paige got visibly red.

"Aight now that y'all know im right 'nd shit how 'bout we turn around 'cause we're up next in the line"

6 months ago;

"Bro that movie was so good oh my god"

"Paige you just liked it because she wore a practically skin tight suit the entire time" Kk says laughing at me

"Nah the plot was so good bro like come on"

"Mhm WE know the plot was good but I looked over at you a couple times during the movie and you were locked out on the plot" Ice says

"OH MY GOD she looked like that TikTok sound thats like blah blah proper names place names backstory stuff" Azzi says laughing

"Okay maybe you guys are right but I payed attention to most of the movie. Not my fault she's so fine"

3 months ago;

"Ok so boom! I brought trufru for you Paige!" Kk says when she enters my room where we're all hanging out

I barely even register her though because im scrolling on my phone and am currently on a search rabbit hole of Josephine Carter clips and edits. I feel a dip in the part of the bed next to me and know it's Kk that just threw herself onto my bed with Azzi and Carol.

"Watching edits of yo bae?" Kk ask me looking over my shoulder

"Im deep into this search rabbit hole"

"P you've been starring at your phone like a little kid at Christmas for 20 minutes" Azzi says

"yeah whatever" I say as I switch back to my fyp with Kk still looking over my shoulder. But even when I switch back every other video is an edit or clip of Josephine

"BRO SHE'S ALL OVER HER FYP TOO" Kk says

the night of the interview;

I watched the interview live obviously, I always do.

She knows me. The Josephine Carter said she watches women's basketball and that she likes uconn.

"SHE KNOWS WHO I AM"

everyone in the room turns to look at me confused.

"Paige who or what are you talking about?" Jana asks confused

"Josephine Carter... SHE DID THIS INTERVIEW AND SAID SHE WAS A FAN OF US OF UCONN OF ME LOOK OH MY GOD"

I hand them my iPad for them to watch for themselves and quickly grab my phone and open TikTok where people already started tagging me in clips of her.

"OOOO P looks like you're her favorite for the same reason she's yours!" azzi says smiling at me

"This is actually the greatest day of my life"

Today;

I see her name pop up on Kk's phone requesting to be on live. Oh my god oh my god ohmyogd this isn't real I mean I know she's a fan after last night but she's actually a fan if she's on our live right now. I can feel myself blushing so hard knowing she's watching me and I cant do anything to stop it.

Kk added her to the live and I tried to talk but no words come out, she's so beautiful and her voice and her sense of humor everything about her is so perfect I forgot how to speak a couple times.

She leaves the live and goes to walk her dog but I see she followed both me and Kk on instagram. We immediately follow her back and I dm her.

Suddenly I have this new found confidence now that I remember I actually have rizz.

'So im fine shyt?'

its lighthearted because kk practically exposed me on live on how obsessed with her I am but she also exposed herself last night on the tonight show so I think we're pretty even right now.

25 minutes later I get a reply. not that I was counting how long it had been or anything.

'ok bro u know ur fine shyt or u wouldn't be talking like this'

'nah but srsly u comin to a game or what?'

'I want to but honestly id only go to the final four game'

'so what ur sayin is that if I win a natty I can finally see u in person?'

'yeah thats the requirement'

'alr but if ima be winning a whole championship JUST to see you then your gonna let me take you out after'

'ill go out with you. but only if you win'

'oh ima win the natty...then the girl'

Josephine pov:

ive officially died and gone to heaven because there's no way the finest woman ive ever seen is talking about wanting to take me out on a date after winning herself the championship her team deserves.

There's actually no fucking way.

time skip to sweet 16 game;

Me and Paige have texted non-stop. We FaceTime everyday multiple times a day and fall asleep while on the phone too. We've been talking since the end of February and I really want to see her.

Over the course of us talking these past weeks ive also become well aquainted to her teammates / best friends. I get along with them and we reply to each other stories now and everything.

That's why I asked Azzi if it would be crazy to buy tickets to see the Sweet 16 game. She said it was a great idea and even insisted I take her extra court side ticket so I could have a good view. She made a joke about how I wear contact and that my prescription was so strong that even with them on I still wouldn't be able to see Paige from any other seat. She kinda had me there.

Paige didn't see me at first. She was so locked in and was playing so good. It was insanely hot watching her in her element. Obviously Ive watched her play over the year of watching Uconn but seeing it in person is a whole different thing.

At halftime Azzi told me to go to the tunnel so there I was standing when Paige came back out from the locker room by Azzi pushing her. Paige was about to complain and say something but the second she saw me she instantly dropper her attitude with Azzi and gave me the biggest hug ever.

"you came?"

"I had nothing better to do on a Tuesday night then see my favorite teams game"

"I dont even know what to say im so glad you're here and that I get to see you're pretty face in person finally"

"My pretty face? Paige you look so good when you're locked in, it should be illegal"

Paige laughed lightly at my comment then tells me she's gotta get back but that we'll talk after. She says something about having to turn it up a notch now that she knows her girl is here making me and Azzi, who's been waiting to say hi to me herself, laugh. I hug Paige goodbye and then say a quick bye to Azzi as well before going back to my seat.

Paige really does turn it up and end up with a new career high at the end of the night. 19 points in like 5 minutes before she gets subbed out because they're so ahead. Woah. Obviously she's Paige Bueckers. Talented, Amazing, Passionate, but tonight was a whole different level and it was incredible.

Later she finds me and we all go out with the team to celebrate their win. A few of them bring their girl friends too who I meet and really end up liking Aubrey girlfriend. We all party and have fun until Paige came back to the booth where I was sitting with Ice, Carol, Kk, and Azzi, we were all tired from dancing and our feet were hurting by now.

"Hey ma you having fun?" Paige asks me putting her dirty Shirley down to slide into the both next to me.

"Yeah but my shoes were just making my feet hurt so I had to sit down" I say glaring down at my feet

"c'mere" she said grabbing my feet and putting them in her lap then using her hands to rub soothing circles into my legs

the rest of the night was like that mostly. Paige didn't have to do anything the next day and I had an open 2 weeks until I started filming in Dallas for 10 months for a new movie.

We played in bed and doordahsed some wingstop and talking about everything from how proud I am of her for her 40 points to how draining it can be to pack up my life for months at a time having to restart with every project I do.

timeskip to draft (im so lazy sorry guys);

They won. Uconn finally got their storybook ending and more importantly my lovey amazing girlfriend Paige Bueckers got hers. Now we're here at the draft sitting at her table with her family. I thought the purple set was bad but when she came out in the all black suit I knew I was done for. The DEEP slit has me salivating to the point where im sure people at home have already clipped the way im practically eye fucking her right now but can you blame me?

She;s going to go as first pick in the draft. FOR THE DALLAS WINGS. to say im so excited is an understatement. The second her name got called our plan solidified. I was going to be living in Dallas for at least the next 10 months for a movie am going to start soon. But my agent called saying that they want me to do a series that got picked up. Which is also filmed in Dallas. Adding a year to my timeline. At first I was scared to tell Paige I was going be moving to Dallas Texas.

My lease for my apartment in New York was almost up so It's the perfect time right now. But since she will officially be living out there now too. It ended up working out perfectly.

Paige pov;

Me and Josephine are both moving to Dallas. I can help but think god has had the way I feel right now planned out for me. After everything I;ve endured. The way I feel right now is worth it. National Champion with my best friends in the world, #1 pick in the draft just like ive always dreamed, and moving to a new city would have been a bit sad compared to alll this but my girlfriend has to move there too. I cant help but Thank God for that stupid interview.

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sorry for the rushed ending I lowk lost motivation but hope you guys enjoyed!

Im thinking about writing an actual series soon so lmk if u have any idea for it in the comments

athletic trainer reader?? Hopkins P?? Lmk!!

[coventh]

“ BE STILL . ”

DISCLAIMER; im not dead (surprisingly) just been making hella drafts and never finishing any of them so i present to you a rudy drabble bc hes been taking over my mind all week. (and im extremely lazy atm; not a shocker) Pairings; Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra x Top Amab reader ★ cws; cock warming, fucking on a desk, whiny rudy (giggles), submissive rudy

He grew more desperate by the second, his face buried into your neck as he tried moving his hips just to be stopped by you.

He whined when you stopped him, listening as you went back to filling out paperwork.

“Please..” He said into your neck as he attempted to rock his hips again only to be stopped.

“Be still.” You ordered him only causing him to whine again.

“I’ve been waiting for so long, please..?” He begged, pressing a soft kiss against your neck.

“‘M almost finished, Be patient.” You told him focusing back on the paperwork infront of you.

“You said that 30 minutes ago, i’ve been so good..” He said desperately, huffing against your skin in frustration.

It had been another 15 minutes or so, and he got more and more desperate by the second.

Pre-cum leaked out of his cock, staining onto his shirt. He moved his hips again, But this time you didn’t stop him.

He rocked his hips again, the only thing you did was gently place your hand on his hip still not stopping him.

He kept rocking his hips at a slow pace, to lost in pleasure to wonder why you weren't stopping him.

He snapped out of it as you picked him up and sat him on the desk, sliding all of your stuff out of the way.

His legs instantly hooked to your lower back, arms wrapped around you neck tightly. “You’ve waited long enough, Yeah?” You asked, a smirk plastered across your face.

“Yes— Fuck, i’ve waited so long please just move.” He said, eager to have you cock deep inside of him.

you draw all the way out, tip getting caught on his rim before you slam forward, the sound of skin meeting skin as you continued the action at a fast pace.

Rudy’s muffled moans weren’t muffled for long at your harsh pace, his cock slapping against his stomach as his body with with each thrust.

His nails dug into your back, the pain not even noticeable as the pleasure washed over it.

You leaned down a bit to nibble at his neck, searching for his most sensitive spot finding it instantly.

His back arched as your cock jabbed at his prostate repeatedly, the moans that escaped his mouth were so loud anyone at least three rooms down could here them.

One of your hands gripped his cock, stroking it in sync with your thrust, a choked sob escaped his mouth as you did so.

He started to move his hips back into yours, the knot in his stomach tightening with the extra stimulation of your hand stroking him.

“Fuck— im so close.” He moaned out, his eyes screwing shut. “You gonna cum for me?” You questioned, smirking against his neck as he quickly nodded.

“Come on, cum for me.” You ordered him watching as he wasted no time to do as you said, cum shooting out of his cock and spilling onto your hand and his shirt.

You continued your thrust, chasing after your own climax. your nails digging into his hips and he fully laid back on the desk, gripping your shoulders for support.

He chanted your name over and over again, starting to push him well into overstimulation his back arched again, his mouth falling agape.

“(Name)..” he whimpered out, the overstimulation becoming to much for him. “I know. I’m close baby, ‘m close..” You told him and it was true.

all it took was a few more sloppy thrust until your hips stuttered and you emptied your seed inside him.

You fell on top of him, making sure not to put to much weight on him. You felt you cum start to leak out of his hole, dripping down your balls.

You slowly pulled out of him, walking away quickly to retrieve a towel to clean him off.

Who would’ve thought fucking on your desk would have been that amazing?

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

dt; @fizzyyelf

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/18/2025

much like phil, i feel like i cannot quite ever get physically comfy this week. something is always not quite right.

listening: god save the queens by vienna vienna

reading: love's harvest by peggy j herring

watching: cinderella

playing: pokemon

making: return of the baby blanket

listening

im going to start out a little bit mean and say that this self-described glimmer rock song, God Save The Queens by Vienna Vienna, really shone in the ten-second social media clips i saw of its live version. the actual studio version sucks so much. and even the full version of the live version, i want it to me slightly different but in a way i cannot articulate. i am excited to see if other people start covering this in fun ways and maybe it'll be the rare song where i like the cover much more than the original.

I saw a man out in Hollywood He carried a sign that said he hated me I said, "Please, get in line" He stopped to ask me a question He said, "Do you know Christ?" I told him, "Maybe I do, does she work the nights?" He said, "No, I mean Jesus" I said, "That guy was tight But I'm not living in a city built upon your lies" He tried to save me, but somebody already did last night They said their name was Alex, baby, and they showed me the light

like here's the studio version. give us nothing i guess??? i think if you are going to sell merch with GOD SAVE THE F*GS censored out maybe you should say that in the studio version of your song. this is probably a label decision but i want this song to be about 15% less corporate sponsor of a pride parade than it is. i feel like this song got heavily edited from a first draft and i would have liked to hear that probably much angrier first draft. hell of a hook though.

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reading

this gay and/or lesbian romance and/or erotica project is turning into a little bit of a slog, so with the gentle encouragement of @sybilius going "what if you read good books you enjoyed?" going forward we are going to try a novel of dubious quality from my shelf and an acclaimed queer novel from history in the hopes that one of them will be tolerable. so next week we have the dubious pairing of a mob girlfriend in WITSEC romantic thriller from my shelf, and Fried Green Tomatoes At The Whistle Stop Cafe has just come off hold.

last week's assigned book was Heart on Fire, which was supposed to be even!! better!!! than Naiad Press's previous bestseller Curious Wine by Katherine V Forrest. so of course we had to detour to Curious Wine, which had a very short hold time.

reader, i did not finish this book. seven (7!) different women are introduced in the first chapter with almost no physical or clothing descriptions. they are all extremely mean to each other in the way older women who are dissatisfied with their life often sabotage all their relationships. i didn't have it in me to make a cheat card for myself with who the fuck each woman was, bc i expected somewhat lighter going in a contemporary romance with no extra genres tacked on top.

i am glad i did not continue bc while reading reviews everyone mentioned the Graphic On-Page Sexual Assault??? and this is still somehow every older lesbian's favorite book??? truly the times have changed.

Deep in the heart of France's majestic wine country, the sun drenched hills and lush vineyards of the Jeton family estate seem like the perfect setting for a passionate affaire de Coeur. But the life of workaholic winemaster, Nicole Jeton, is anything but romantic. From one harvest to the next, she runs the world-renowned winery, cares for her invalid father, and bails her no-good brother out of trouble—never stopping long enough to consider her own needs and desires. Until she meets the lovely Camille Cartier...

thank you girls. Love's Harvest by Peggy J Herring is one of the books acquired by Bella when they bought out part of Naiad Press. originally published in 1997, this 156p book was reprinted in 2007 with no additional changes or author's notes. it is the same quality as all the Bella reprints: a kind of terrible to hold perfect-bound softcover. i am beginning to suspect i simply do not vibe with the naiad and/or bella publishing market. i may not be their intended reader. im not really sure who their intended reader is, except maybe the 1997/2007 version of people who patiently comb through self-published kindle ebooks? what is the point of having a physical press and an editor if you can't make the line breaks and the quotation marks correct?

i couldn't find out much about Herring except that she died last summer and was part of her own tuesdaypost endeavor:

To further enhance communication within the women's community, [WomanSpace San Antonio] newsletter staff initiated a regular event known as Tuesday Night for discussing topics affecting women's lives. Topics ranging from real estate law to rape/incest were prepared for each Tuesday session. As ties to related community resources and events increased, the Tuesday Night events were superseded in 1995 by other events and meetings for the lesbian and gay community.

i did not like this book. such a wild amount of somewhat disjointed events take place during this novel and i really wish it was good. there is a for-real ghost, her great aunt killed by her grandfather and everyone just kind of shrugged about it??? that can dramatically interact with physical objects and STOPS A MURDER??? people are so calm about this ghost as a daily fact of life when there is exorcist level shit going on in the foreground. nicole has to cancel one of their weekend getaways bc the ghost is simply too on one and she can't figure out how to explain the ghost to camille, a presumably more normal outsider who presumably did not grow up with a ghost. the ghost is not the focal point of this book but it is by far the most interesting thing in the book.

this book felt like a barely fleshed outline. they go here. they do this. they see that. here is a great example of a section where i would have loved more elaboration in literally every sentence. the build up to this call and the call itself could have been a full chapter instead of half a page.

the least amount of dialogue i have maybe ever read in a book, and even fewer thoughts or feelings or interiority. the sex scenes read like stage direction. which is crazy bc they start fucking on page 42 and keep fucking every time they meet. they do NOT waste any time which was really refreshing. if only it was hot.

things mostly seem to happen to vineyard owner nicole— taking care of her dad (who dies quite early in the book) and the vineyard, her brother randomly shows up instead of her summoning him back to get some emotional closure (he doesn’t even show up for their father’s funeral), her gay bestie summons camille back after the third act breakup instead of nicole doing any emotional work and reaching out herself. everyone has at maximum one thing going on at a time that is neatly wrapped up before the next thing happens.

i think the 3.3 on goodreads is overly kind, but people seem to really love her other books so what do i know. maybe all these books ended up at the thrift bc their original owner was unlucky enough to somehow pick the worst book from each author and had to unload them.

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watching

Cinderella (1950, dir. Geronimi, Jackson, and Luske) was on in the background while i was wrangling my bestie's children. probably the least scary (if you are not quite six or not quite two) disney princess movie. the bubble sequence makes me insane in a good way. i think this sort of thing is so easily replicated digitally that it looks unimpressive in 2025 but this shit is 75 years old!!! we were nineteen years away from landing on the fucking moon with a computer outpaced by my current microwave!!!

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playing

having a real brain time with pokemon. i was gently bullied into playing the app two weeks ago by my best friend's husband after trying and failing multiple times to get into the actual video games, but after getting the 45 wins i needed to get the fanciest current event emblem i went ok great! i won pokemon! i am done with pokemon! and have sort of mentally checked it off in my head. anyway i loved my murkrow/toxicroak combo. loved to flip a coin. loved my darkness deck apparently.

the deck autobuild feature is really great bc i am able to basically hold my own while knowing nothing about pokemon other that what ive culturally osmosed. im assuming this is a pretty fun app if you like this sort of thing and your brain chemicals are balanced without outside assistance.

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making

the baby i started this mint green baby blanket for is about to turn two in a couple weeks. better late than absolutely never i guess. my original notes called for 10 repeats but i think we're going to up that to 12, just finished the ninth repeat.

[solar-halos]

you’ve probably said something about this before, but i’m curious…

do you think finnick and annie knew each other before she was reaped/she volunteered?

hey vivi! thank you so much for asking this!!!

basically (because the first draft of this answer was not basic LOL), i really would like to think that they knew each other before her games, the idea of them only knowing each other in the aftermath has always been so sad to me bc that means they only get five years together :( in the Deep Dive fic, they are childhood friends, but i don’t think that’s realistic and like everybody always says it heightens the risk of annie being reaped *because* of finnick, and that’s no fun! but i def think that (in the context of annie being a career) they saw each other around at the academy and went on awkward dates before finnick was reaped. i explore this concept more in the career annie fic i wrote. even if im not completely happy w it, this is basically how i think their relationship went down if we go with them both being careers. that’s my canon, anyway. i think it would be cute (well… as cute as propaganda can be) to have them engage in competitions with each other during training and then still fuck around with each other after

also, i do have a sweet spot for them meeting after finnick’s games but before annie’s! again i really hope that they knew each other at least a little bit bc i think it would be so nice for finnick to have a friend/some normalcy of childhood to cling onto, but i think this might be the least likely since the capitol would probably want his attention all on them. while i don’t think that they’d get jealous of some random district girl, i think they’d be obsessed with him so much that they soak up most of odesta’s time together by default

[212-apricity]

mastermind, part ten

(guys i just realised i’ve had this thing marinating in my drafts for like a day i swear i posted it omg i’m so sorry anyways💀💀💀)

i go back to school on monday im literally gonna cry i cant do this any more like💀💀

anyways i just kind of wanted to say that bc its literally depressing me now but heres part ten of mastermind😍🙌🙌

i hope you guys enjoy it and i kinda hate the ending but i have too man things ti revise for in school so…

anyways love you guys😘😘😘

warnings: kinda gruesome in the beginning (like a tiny bit) and hurt/comfort but i think thats it!!

masterlist

theodore nott masterlist

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His hands are frantic inside the sheets, trying to find your body. The damp hair falling into his eyes makes it difficult to see and his labored breathing isn’t helping either.

He sits up after feeling the cold side of the bed and shoves his hair back. His nightmares have only gotten worse the closer to Voldemort you get, memories from his father, leaving you, from the manor and fears of losing you plagued his mind every day. You were normally the only one to drag him from this kind of torture, keeping him close to your chest and speaking soothing phrases into his hair as your fingertips traced their own tattoos on his skin. But ever since he left that night he hasn’t felt that warmth and any progress you two had made in helping him get better was quickly washed away. Sometimes he’d be so distracted from the horrors he’d still think you were there; however even when his eyes adjust to the moonlit room you’re still nowhere to be seen, the spot on the bed empty and cold.

He throws off the blankets and grabs his wand on the desk next to the bed, frantic. He shakes the thoughts from his head. This was exactly like his nightmare, he’d awoken to discover you missing from his bed, only to find your bloody body laying on another bed.

He doesn’t even bother calling for help, his focus is on finding you, and quick.

The tent is eerily quiet tonight…or was it early morning? He couldn’t tell. He has a death grip on his wand, clenching so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He goes down the stairs, the cool air of the house causing the hair on his neck to stand and his fear grow. He tries to calm down, assume with a clean mind how and where to find you, but the nightmare was too vibrant, everytime he’d closed his eyes to try to take a chilled breath all he noticed turned into your lifeless eyes.

He can hear the crackling of the fire in the living room when he reaches the lowest of the steps, the warm light drawing him closer.

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while he sees you curled up on the massive sofa under a warm blanket with a book in your hands. You look up on the sound, alarmed, but your eyes quickly soften once they see Theo.

He watches your eyes go from adoring to confused when you notice the wand in his hand, pointing straight at you. 

Something’s wrong. You can immediately tell by his stance, rigid and stiff, not like he always is when hes just woken up, all soft and cuddly. His hair is a mess and from where you’re sitting across the room you can see his chest heaving.

“Theo?” your stomach drops. What’s going on? Was someone hurt? You quickly throw the blanket off, ready to rush over to him when his shoulders drop with relief. He tosses the wand to the armchair next to him as he stalks forward quickly.

You walk toward him as he comes in contact with you, holding you tightly, engulfing you into him as he kisses the top of your head and buries his head in your neck. You can feel his heart racing a million miles an hour as he breathes in deep, trying to calm down before his breathing got worse.

You tuck him into yourself, dropping the book you were reading to the floor beside you as your hand immediately finds his back, beginning your path, soothing circles into the firm muscle, the other carding through his wet and tangled hair. He pulls away for a second, eyes erratically scanning over you like they’re checking for wounds. And maybe they are, maybe he just needs to know that you are unharmed and in one piece, unlike whatever he had witnessed in his sleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You murmur when his heart rate has slowed down. His grip on you is still tight, clinging to you. If there was something wrong with Harry, Hermione or Ron or an attack on your tent he would’ve said already. You hadn’t completely forgiven Theo for that night but your heart still pangs with guilt for not being there for him when he tore himself from the nightmare, that while he was in pain, you were sitting here reading comfortably.

He shakes his head. Maybe not now, but tomorrow, when it’s not as fresh he’ll let you know what transpired in his terror, what shook him to his very core.

“It burns,” he says, pointing to his mark. You move your hands from their place on his back and trace the skin around the mark, providing relief that courses through his body.

For now though, on the comfortable sofa in the sitting room, he nestled closer to you, letting your hands soothe him back into a peaceful slumber.

For the first time in months, Theodore Nott had finally found comfort being back in your arms.

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The next day, Hermione and Ron had made milkshakes, chocolate and strawberry. They had also made a massive mess in the kitchen with their incessant arguments.

These were the only times you’d get to enjoy some times with your friends, you’d discover.

You sat on the kitchen counter next to Theo as he made burgers and fries for the two of you, the other three had left after finishing their milkshakes to talk to Mr. Lovegood.

“No add extra cheese on mine, it’ll taste good.” You added from your place up high, sipping the shake as Theo nods and says,

“Yes ma’am,”

Before walking over to the fridge to get extra cheese slices out to put in your burger.

“Do you think things would’ve been different if we hadn’t had this whole war?” You speak up, inturrepting the music in the background.

“In what sense?” Theo asks, plating the food.

“Like…do you think we would’ve still like…” you stall trying to find the polite words as Theo raises his eyebrows, looking confused.

“Hooked up, there I said it.” You say rolling your eyes at his laughter over your choice of words.

“Oh my gosh baby,” He says between laughs as you eventually join in, “Yes! Of course we would’ve. What, do you think it took a war for me to come back to you? I would’ve come anyway, there’s no way I’m letting you go like that. Wouldn’t have left anyways. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you but you’re it for me Y/n. You’re it.”

His watercolour eyes stare deeply into yours as he comes closer, the food and laughter long forgotten as you engulf him in a hug as he apologies again for leaving. His apologies are unending, as are your kisses on his neck in final acceptance.

After what feels like hours, you two finally break away from the hold as Theo brings the plates to the living room where you’ve already set up a movie and picked a place on the sofa.

You both lay next on opposite sides of the sofa, watching the movie as you eat, legs tangled together in comfort as you warm up your body with his.

“Can I have a taste of your burger?” You ask after a few minutes.

He nods and leans over and helps you take a bite of his food, he watches as your eyes light up and you smile at him sheepishly. He rolls his eyes with a grin before trading your plate with his.

“Thanks Teddy, yours tastes a million times better!” You give him a kiss on the cheek as he trades the plates and return to your movie, completely missing the adoration in Theo’s eyes at the nickname.

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It’s a few hours after and you are now comfortably napping in Theo’s arms as the movie plays in the background.

Harry, Hermione and Ron had returned ages ago but thought it’d be best to give you two some time alone.

As always, your comfort is cut short when you hear Hermione’s shrill scream, awaking you with a jolt, doing the same to Theo as he instinctively tightens his grip around you.

“What’s going on?” He asks as Ron runs in, the two of you quickly standing and grabbing your wands, “They’re back. The Snatchers are back, run!” Ron shouts as the three of you run out to help Hermione.

But she’s long gone. As is Harry.

“Ron! Theo!” You shout in panic, turning to your left to find Ron gone as well, only deepening your fear.

You shoot spells at the Snatchers until you hear, “Crucio!” from your right.

Everything’s moving too quickly and you barley have any time to react before something, or rather someone pushes you to the ground.

As you get up off the autumn leaves, wand ready to shoot at anyone in sight you see all the Snatchers disapparating. You shift your eyes down to the ground to see who had saved you from the unforgivable curse.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you quickly stumble to his place on the grounds, shaking and thrashing around in pain, trying to console it best he could as he claws his mark in agony and soft, painful whimpers escape his pink lips.

“No no no no no, Theo what have you done?” You whisper, straddling him and holding his face in your hands to try lessen the pain as tears escape your eyes.

“Shh, it's okay, it's okay Theo, they’re gone now, you’ll be fine.” You try comfort him, bringing his head into your chest, remembering that providing comfort is the only way to ease the cruciatus curse.

His breathing calms down after a while as you try and shield him from the cold air fluttering around you as you both cry into each others arms. Theo pulls away, staring into your eyes with his ever-captivating ones and says determinedly, “I’m not losing you. Not like this, not now, not ever. Never again, you hear me? I’ve already lost you once and I’ll be damned if I ever let you get hurt or lose you again. God baby, I just got you back I can’t let go of you now.”

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judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

 authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

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summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

  staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

 taking small pain killers help.

 the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

 which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

 the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late. 

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

 ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

 as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

 the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you. 

 hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome. 

 shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down. 

 smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

 he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

 the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

 “got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

 he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

 “can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

  the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

 biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

 “y/n?”

 you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?” 

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

 he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

 “if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

 “just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.” 

 with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

 heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door. 

 the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

 as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

 “thomas?”

 the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

 your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

 staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

 the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.”  it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say. 

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly. 

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

 “tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you. 

 “i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

 lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

 pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

 it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

 his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

 his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

 he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

 “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

 your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

 “taste good too.”

 he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

 without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

 “oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

 unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

 “do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

 “never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

 he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

 “just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist. 

 “i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

 “i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

 he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

 he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

 leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

 “ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

 “say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

 “yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

 he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

  he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

 “wh-what did you do?”

 “do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

 you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.” 

 his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

 “what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

 he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

 it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

 “i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder. 

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

 “you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a  small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

 his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

 your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

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 you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

 he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

 you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

 “eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

 you had to give a answer.

 “i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

 “charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

 your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

 the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

 “i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him.  “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.” 

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

 the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

 slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

 moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

 “ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

 “i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

 kissing you felt like kissing grace.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

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  setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

 too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

 with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

 telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

 you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

 he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

 you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

 make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

 smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

 it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

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 you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

 “hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

 “well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

 you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

 the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”   

 moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.” 

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

 “what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

 “ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

 sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

 tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

 “yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.”

 his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

 it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

 thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

 “what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

 yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward. 

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

-

 a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

 “give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

 pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

 keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

 “come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

 the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

 trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

 “the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

 this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard. 

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay. 

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

 moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy. 

 in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground.  “you know who your fucking messing with?” 

 he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

 hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

 flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

 “melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

 two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy. 

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

 charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

 “thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

 “but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

 “i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

 so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

 managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

 still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

 thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

 michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

 her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did. 

 “someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

 “mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

 your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

 polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

 “n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

 the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

[meatriarchived2]

mkay did a few things to kinda ease up and make here breathable for me again so,

-- went thru my follow / follower lists and downsized both ( whether from inactivity, sporadic activity, or just zero interest made etc ). anyones additional blogs im following, though, ya'll are still gucci even if its been like a year since yall were active there lmao

-- i downsized drafts by a few but its still at a demented like 36 or so

-- also downsized the inbox from being like 84+ again all the way down to 14 ( which are the kissie prompts, a couple special prompts, & then some prompts from mutuals i havent yet directly interacted with ). everything that wasnt deleted i have in a g.doc saved to go back to once the drafts i do have started / with notes in rn actually get done. that way for me its not like.... looking at the numbers on both the inbox / draft sides looming in the distance and getting anxious & overwhelmed by seeing them everyday im not writing lmao

i do, also, think im going to gently switch things and say that i do prefer some plotting / talks / etc to be done before ill reply to anything. just so i have a better understanding of anyones' muses, how they feel working alongside mine, what potential dynamics can be like, etc. so that actually sitting down and drafting a reply, whether for a thread or an inbox treat, runs generally smoother and im not second-guessing things etc - just overall makes it easier to work with; doesnt necessarily have to be deep-dives or anything like that but some back and forths help alot! which, ofc, that will push me to also keep track of things better and reach out more too ( im a quiet bitch esp in recent weeks im sorry- )

but i Am going to be focusing on those kissie / cutesy prompts for a bit bc the brain hasnt been being all that kind lately and i think i need to suffocate it with some icky cute things so-

with the inbox being mostly cleared though? i do welcome anyone to poke around my prompts tag if you'd like to send anything - especially if we haven't interacted yet, especially if its been a hot minute, i've pawed at your windows to ask for more, etc ♡ i also welcome anyone not on there yet to add me on disc ( meatriarch ) as i Dont like using tumbys ims and to poke me always about yapping about the characters c:

[einsatzzz]

grinding and cooking so hard 🫡🫡🫡 i was so productive today, i can't believe sdfnsjkdfbds i managed to finalize some parts of my chapter timeline (specifically the 1st school term) + got into character deep dives. i will def complete at least ch1 this month!!! 💪💪✨ also here's a chibi tsuna from my drafts, he's so cute 🥰🥰🥰 he's abt to suffer

setting up the draft is so fun! tho my fave part of the art process is coloring hahaha so advanced apologies for what would be a not-so-clean lineart for this because i need to rush to my wife who needs me so badly asap - coloring. even when i'm just setting up the draft, im already itching to color, but if i color these super messy sketches, it's gonna look so ass!

anyway, let's if i can finish this within 1.5 weeks 🤔🤔🤔 because if i can, then i can def complete until ch2 this nov too...? or that i can release new chapters more often? only two things that can fuck me over now are backgrounds and complex perspectives dsjbhjdbhd there will def be things outside my usual art comfort zone, but i'll just try to keep it not too far away outside hahaha

my only bad news wrt chapter order is that, sorry kana enjoyers sjhfhgsdfgsdf patience is the key...bc im a kana enjoyer too...i'll just draw a bit more art of her outside of the webcomic 🥹😂🥹😂🥹😂

we're following the manga here, so it'll be slice of life fun for a while! (<-this user also needs to train their art skills for when we go into actual battle shonen mode...i mean there will still be action in between but that's 🥴🥴🥴)

[yourstrulyrika]

do you write for sherry birkin? if so, can i please request something like, you know how she’s often experimented on and so she tells her girlfriend (reader) she can’t orgasm / cum fast when she tries it herself so reader takes care of it, and it somehow takes many tries until she gets sherry to reach her orgasm.

thank you <3

HEY NONNIE!! took me a bit. BUT I AM BACK!! also i am still working in my theme it’s taking some time IM SORRY i still cant decide for shit. to the other rqs in my inbox no worries i’ll write them all soon!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG i have sm works in my drafts. I know it takes me an eternity to write my motivation and health suck. sorry if it sucks i never wrote for sherry so yeah >:(

anyway!!! :3 here u go. a reminder this is re6 sherry

sherry birkin (RE6) x reader

i think i’m gonna choose her as my theme what do yall think :3 anyway to the actual fic

no warnings, just fluff and smut and comfort bc sherry deserves the world! sliiight mention of angst but thats rlly it !!

Sherry went through literal hell back then, and you know. poor girl struggled so much with getting into a relationship, she doesn’t know how she even got you. she thinks she’s the luckiest girl in the world once you date her.

but sex? well that’s another topic. you never touched it first because you figured out it’s a sensitive topic, maybe too much for her, it doesn’t matter. you just didn’t touch it.

but she never touched it either. she was scared. what if you won’t like her? what if you’ll get frustrated? the amount of experiments, various medication, god knows what, but it all turned her body into a mess deep inside. she just can’t cum on her own. nothing works. she thought her body is broken so she just… gave up.

she tries to give you subtle signs though. rubbing against you, playing with your fingers, tugging at you to touch her, but you just thought she’s clingy. how wrong you were though. she eventually got the guts to ask you— it was so shy, hesitant, but she pushed through. you thought it’s cute.

and that’s how she ended up with you between her legs, her legs on your shoulders as you devour her. you don’t mind her taking some time to come. it’s not her fault even if she keeps mumbling it is her fault and all that, no it’s not, end of the talk.

she’s insecure— feeling good, but insecure. she’s tugging on your hair, her legs squishing your head as your mouth works wonders on her. her mind feels hazy and empty, seeing literal stars. the thing is, even when you’re making her feel so many sensations at once, she just can’t come. it goes on for some time— she’s feeling it, feeling like she’s on edge, but something’s locking her away from actually cumming. she starts to grow sad and frustrated at one moment, thinking you’ll start to grow tired of her.

“I.. I think we shou—“ before she can finish her sentence though, you shut her up with a pat on her thigh. you say it’s okay, but what if it’s not and you’re just saying that? isn’t it frustrating? it’s definitely frustrating to her because she could spend a hour with fingers inside her and it just wouldn’t work. she would always give up in the middle of it and just go to bed. but you’re determined to make her feel good, to make her cum. you don’t pull away from her, instead bringing her closer so you’re buried between her thighs. you lap at her cunt, sliding your tongue in and out of her hole while rubbing her clit. her thighs start to tense up, head leaning back, and she’s feeling like she’s about to cum. the moment doesn’t come fast though. it takes a damn eternity for her to actually cum, but when she does, it feels so intense. she didn’t cum in so long, if she ever did. she cries out, her juices squirting out on your face. you drink it all eagerly— and she’s so sensitive when you do. she never felt like this because no one, including her, bothered to make her cum. it’s a hard task to begin with. but she’s so grateful for it too. she feels it for like ten minutes at least, and then feels a bit sore after so you go gentle on her, peppering her cute face with kisses and giving her a warm bath later. you don’t even care about your own pleasure, but she does. when you clean her up and all that, she clings up to you, tugging at your own panties before putting her head on your shoulder, rubbing her cheek against yours before mumbling a soft

“You thought I won’t return the favor?” she places a kiss your neck.

[placeinthisworld]

I forget if I sent this or I just made a draft-if I already did and you don’t want to respond pls ignore.

Is it weird that I think she should stop calling out Kim specifically in her music? That happened almost a decade ago and her career is bigger than ever. Also capitalizing K I and M in the song title like she’s 16 again is really juvenile and not necessary. She could have left it more vague and still use her anger as fuel of a general rage song. It’s her NEED to have everyone know it’s about Kim holds the song back. It’s a Tumblr call out post more than a song. And also bringing her kid into it is really low. I don’t like the Kardashians at all but it’s weird for her to still be making call out songs like this.

I remember seeing an interview with the lead singer of All American Rejects a long time ago where the lead singer saying he wrote a song that was about his roommate who was a huge asshole and driving him crazy and he just wanted to end things by smothering him with a pillow-but that’s not a good idea for a song so he wrote it loosely enough that it sounds like it’s about heartbreak. (It Ends Tonight)

I want her to do more of that like how she turned her pain over losing her masters into a song about how a woman who was murdered decides to haunt her murderous husband to enact ghostly revenge(mtr). It’s one of my favorite from folklore and it works without knowing the deep Taylor Lore.

no i definitely agree i think the whole kimye drama should die in the grave she buried it in already. it definitely feels repetitive now. we get it. we know they fucked her over and tried to ruin her career but look at her now!!! like i understand that to her that might be like, the most traumatic/ stressful times in her life and she has every right to write about whatever in her life, i just also agree and think she could have toned it down. the capitalizing of letters in the title was probably the line, like we would have understood exactly who she was talking about in the song without it lol. i think it would have been more clever if it was discreet. as for the part about her kids i honestly didn’t think it was too bad bc like she’s kinda right you know kim’s kids are prob blasting at least one taylor swift song a day and you know kim must die just a little bit inside when she’s reminded. im pretty she shes mentioned something about it on her tv show a few years back. like i said i think it would have been even funnier if it was more vague in that context.

and also WOW that’s crazy i didn’t know that about that song that’s actually sooo funny. ugh yeah she can write stuff like that it just kinda depends on who’s she working with 🥴

folklore taylor was truly amazing and something else and i think we know that there are two main reasons as to why…..

[okthatsgreat]

3, 23 and 76 (lgowab) for the ask game?

YAYAYAY!!!

3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic nothing TOO out there i dont think...... usually i have a very VERY loose outline of like. here is how the fic starts and here is how it will end, here is how these characters start and here is how they will end. yknow. and sometimes that outline doesnt even happen until a few chapters in LMFAOOOO sometimes i really am just making shit up on the fly !!!!!!!!!!!! i didnt have a set second protagonist in mind for lgowab until that fifth chapter lmfao!!!! IM A FRAUD

but THEN once ive gotten into the rhythm of it i usually write down ideas for further chapters/further dialogue down in an empty discord server, so while its still disconnected there is still SOME organization!!! which means i have a general idea of how these next chapters should go :)

23. best writing advice for other writers? ooooooo there are a few tips i would suggest! one of the more obvious is learn when to use line breaks definitely. don't just make it one big chunk of text! hurts the eyes and makes it less appealing for any new readers that are just chiming in!! also learn a bit more on writing dialogue, and remember that you don't have to add a name tag after every sentence of dialogue!! the readers are smart enough to know who is talking (ESPECIALLY IF ITS ONLY TWO PEOPLE) so constantly going back and forth between Person A said, Person B replied, Person A said, Person B replied gets repetitive!

and then one final piece of advice i TRY to follow for multi-chapter fics is the rule that the character whose pov we are reading from shouldnt be the exact same at the end of the chapter as they were at the beginning of the chapter. for example, if i wrote makoto to be tense at the beginning of the chapter, then the end of the chapter could have him more relaxed. if i wrote miu as confident in the beginning of the chapter, i could write her as unfulfilled and irritated at the end of it. this change can be subtle!!!! its a good tip for preventing stagnant characters/action as you move forward from chapter to chapter :)

76. did you have any ideas that didn't make the final cut of lgowab?

LMFAO HMMMMM LET ME THINK. IM DIVING DEEP INTO MY EMPTY DISCORD SERVER FOR THIS ONE also im just gonna throw this under a cut for spoilers GHFDJGB

ASK GAME!!!

a really REALLY early draft of the scene where makoto calls out a bunch of names had shuichi replacing kaede!! ultimately decided on kaede because it made a LOTTTTT more sense with mius story for her to be called, but i knew that i wanted somebody important from season 53 to be nominated in that scene and shuichi was chosen bc he was friends with himiko

korekiyo was also nearly on the list!

there was another danganronpa theatre event planned! i only wrote the title down so im not super sure about any details, but i thiinnnkkkkk this might have been an alternative scene to the himiko danganronpa theatre event we got (the one with rantaro). it would have starred the below characters and they would have been playing some kind of card game in the hospital. scrapped because the other event made a lot more sense for himiko

and then of course theres a whole bunch of dialogue thats just floating around LMAO

[its-all-papaya]

The way you describe the fic makes it sound a bit like a lando character study within this dad!universe and honestly that is so fun. I absolutely understand that feeling of getting self conscious about your writing when you’ve reached the halfway point, especially when things change so much throughout the process. I’ve been there many times. If it helps at all, I doubt I will find this fic to be boring. I love fics that read like character studies and honestly, I think the best fics are the ones that you can tell the author is enjoying writing. And so far, it sounds like this is a process you have truly enjoyed.

I’ve read plenty of your writing before and I know even if the fic turns out a bit differently than you had originally planned, it will still be 100% worth the read because you truly have beautiful writing.

Im sure you’re doing a wonderful job, don’t burn yourself out by worrying about meeting peoples expectations. As long as you’re enjoying writing it then that’s all that matters in the end.

anon what if i CRY !! huh !!

i actually think i just (FINALLY !!! after three scrapped drafts !!!) figured out the emotional turning point of this fic, which is what had me in hell overthinking everything, and then went directly to my inbox to read this ask and now i'm shaking sobbing in my feelings.

it does read very lando character study-y throughout, i think. like it's a backwards and forwards thing too, where y'all get to uncover a little more lando lore each chapter while also watching his relationship with oscar progress. so like... yeah. you're just learning how this fella got here and why he's reacting certain ways and EYE personally think that's a rewarding storytelling format, but i just also feel like it might not have enough stakes to keep people invested? other than the chapter i literally just finished the ending of, there's never really tension, and there's not a ton of like... palpable angst. i don't think? but idk, it's also possible i'm too deep in my own fic to rate it at all, so... yeah! i guess we'll see when it's published and y'all react!

i think that my vision for this fic has actually been pretty remarkably consistent since like chapter two, i just never briefed y'all on those changes bc most of my asks were more future/beyond fic scope (which is totally fine, i love answering those). like i've known what i want this fic to be forever and it's actually turning out to just... be that. largely. the main changes have been a 2000% increase in max fewtrell screen time and like twice as many chapters as i thought it would have, but otherwise yeah. all the shifts in motivation and characterization and stuff happened early early on and i've been rolling with them for weeks.

basically I JUST HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT BC I LIKE IT :,) it's like having a child fr..... dad lando.... mom me.

[ochomachuu]

Cybermatsu and Low Self-Esteem

I’ve noticed a lot of similarities between Choromatsu and Todomatsu as of late, particularly their lack of self-esteem and the method with which they cope with their self-loathing. Upon first glance it looks a lot more more like these two may think too highly of themselves, but I personally don’t think that’s the case. In-depth examples, tons of screenshots, and ramblings below the cut!

With regards to their brothers, these two both share a prominent attitude of: “At least I’m not as shitty as the rest of them.”

Time and time again they’ll criticize the others, and point out how superior they are in certain respects. With Choromatsu it’s being responsible and proper, and with Todomatsu it’s being cute, good-looking, and popular with girls.

However, while there's not exactly zero basis for this attitude, there really isn’t that much substance backing up their claims. As soon as someone points out that they don’t really have anything to show for their posturing, they get defensive. 

Cyber has even called each other out on the exact same thing on a couple of occasions. It takes one to know one, after all.

The thought that they’re just as pathetic as the others is upsetting to both of them, so they prefer to cling to the idea that they’re better somehow. However, deep down they both know that they aren’t what they present themselves as, and their true feelings towards themselves slip though the cracks now and then.

(Last couple of screenshots courtesy of this post by halfeviltotty)

It’s clear that no, they really don’t think highly of themselves at all. While Choromatsu does seem to be a bit more responsible and spend more time job hunting, and Todomatsu does seem to be a bit more popular with girls, neither of them have had any substantial success in their supposed areas of expertise, and they're both aware of that.

Choromatsu may try to pretend otherwise, but he knows very well that he hasn’t accomplished anything.

And while Todomatsu certainly does seem to have a higher level of success talking to girls compared to his brothers, a lot of his conversations come off as ever so slightly awkward, bland, or desperate. As of season 3, there are only two girls he seems to regularly hang out with.

His supposed status as “the popular one” was also shattered during Osomatsu and Todomatsu, where not only did Osomatsu steal the spotlight without trying, but everyone also ended up forgetting about him in the end.

In order to not feel like shit, these two will take actions in order to live up to their chosen titles.

For example, Todomatsu’s obsession with his appearance: skincare, jogging, yoga, watching his diet. While this could just be out of vanity, or a genuine attempt at self-care, I personally interpret this as him attempting to justify his self-given title of “the good-looking one” among the sextuplets.

Todomatsu is someone I can definitely see chasing after whatever new, shiny, and expensive skincare product is advertised to him. Even if he don’t notice too much of a difference after using it, there’s always the thought of: “Well, it has to be doing something!” And so he’ll be able to feel better about himself.

Taking some sort of action, spending money, and using whatever 10-step skincare routine allows him to feel as if something’s changed. If he puts effort into his skin and his body, he can feel like he actually can call himself “the cute one” or “the good-looking” one, even if the difference is pretty minor, and he’s just lying to himself.

They’re sextuplets, after all. No amount of skincare or yoga or outdated ugly fashion can set him apart from the others to the extent he wishes it would. He can always try, though.

It’s also obvious to anyone that Todomatsu’s “cute” persona is a face he’s putting on, and that face has become one of the few parts of his identity he can cling to, something he can use to set himself apart from the others. He’ll act extra cutesy or even downright childlike when he wants to be acknowledged or appreciated by others, switching personas at the drop of a hat. He wants to be cute, he wants attention, he wants to be loved.

Choromatsu is incredibly self-conscious and terrified of failing to meet expectations. We often see him spend his time looking through job magazines, which is something “proper” people would do. Actually finding a job requires legitimate effort and includes the possibility of failure, but it’s pretty easy to flip through magazines to feel like he’s accomplishing something, isn’t it?

This is similar to how he looks for something to do in Sparkle Phantom Stream. The idea of finding something to do and working towards it is appealing, but it's not easy, and he hardly gives anything a chance before giving up entirely. He admits he just wanted to find something to do purely because he was the only one not “sparkling”, in other words, because he felt inadequate when he compared himself to others.

In season 2, he also does his taxes despite not knowing anything about them (and not having a job) in order to feel like a proper adult. He doesn’t actually accomplish anything, but he’s doing what responsible adults do, so he must be a responsible adult.

Choromatsu seems to be a bit less realistic compared to Todomatsu, more often attempting to convince himself that he’s really living the life he wishes he was living. The most egregious example of this is Choromatsu Memorial Hall, in which he sings his own praises about all of his non-existent accomplishments.

In Friend, we learn that in high school, he had nothing of substance to him except for collecting dirty magazines. His entire identity was built on that. And so he coped by constructing an imaginary friend and an entire elaborate backstory to go with him, so he could tell himself someone actually wanted him around, and liked him for who he really was.

While Todomatsu is slightly more grounded in reality (or maybe he just fakes it better), he will certainly have fantasies about the life he wishes he lived as well.

Another small thing to note is that this behaviour was already present in their high school selves. Rather than pretending to be a proper adult, 18-year old Choromatsu acts like his ideal of an honour student, despite just being a pervy idiot. (Nothing has changed.)

And 18-year old Todomatsu acts even more needy and childlike than he was as an actual child, despite technically already being an adult.

It makes sense that during the period of high school when they all hated being sextuplets, these two would try and lean into some sort of identity for themselves, although that goes for almost all of the sextuplets. It’s just that Cyber haven’t actually changed too much in their self-assigned roles, though Todomatsu has definitely changed more than Choromatsu.

As the two with the sparkliest, most obnoxious self-awareness orbs, these two are incredibly self-conscious. They’re insecure and think that others would look down on their true selves, so they’ll lie and fake and pretend in order to try and get others’ approval, even if their lies will be easily caught.

Cyber will also both compliment themselves at seemingly random times. They’re also almost always the same compliments: “cute, honest, and a good boy”, or “responsible, reliable, and proper.” Again, clinging to their supposed “titles” among the sextuplets.

From what I’ve seen, Cyber uses shallow compliments as pick-me-ups, in order to feel better about themselves. Their self-loathing is so strong it wraps right back around to being self-love, somehow.

In The Matsuno Family's Carefree Feeling Vol. 2 “Choroplex”, Choromatsu is upset that Karamatsu calls his face weird, and asks for compliments so he’ll feel better. Karamatsu barely gets a word in while Choromatsu compliments himself on how nice, smart, and cute he is, and somehow that’s all he needed to feel better about himself.

(Translations courtesy of Jyushimatsu BoyTM on Youtube)

Todomatsu did this a lot in season 2. Whenever he felt lonely, unappreciated, or ignored, he could always just compliment himself. He’s quite practical like that, using these praises to quickly pick himself back up and not think too deeply about his emotional state. 

At the end of Osomatsu and Todomatsu, he even has trouble coming up with a compliment and just settles on praising… his voice. As if that was the only thing he could think of to compliment himself on in that moment.

In conclusion: Cyber fucking hate themselves and cope by performing empty actions, giving themselves empty compliments, and lying to themselves and others.

[chewmycherry]

habits that svt members have during sex

but actually it’s only like half the members bc this was a draft from ages ago and i forgot what i intended to write for the rest IM SORRY LOL 

➵ featuring: soonyooung, jihoon, minghao, mingyu, seokmin, and chan (x reader) ➵ genre: nsfw headcanons that are also oddly wholesome?  ➵ word count: 558 ➵ warnings: this honestly isn’t too explicit, there’s just a glimpse of eating out and that’s pretty much it ^^

soonyoung: im so sorry to say this but he will definitely pull a horanghae in bed both as a joke but he somehow also turns it into smth sexual??? i just imagine him with his high stamina and all going round after round, pounding so hard into you that you’re basically quivering under his touch. this dude moans and groans but right when he’s about to cum? he curls his fingers and claws whatever he can grab a hold of—your back being the greatest victim as he starts from the flat of your shoulder blade down the sides of your back as he growls right in your ear

jihoon: i don’t necessarily know why there’s a part of me that believes jihoon is embarrassed to show his face to you during sex. and as much as you brave yourself to grab a hold of his jaw or a fistful of hair so you can meet his gaze. he just. won’t. let you. instead he buries his face in your body. in the crook of your neck, the valley of your breasts, taking his sweet sweet time in between your legs. and every attempt you make to pry his head away, he nuzzles his face deeper into your core

minghao: honestly, i don’t know how to accurately explain? i just- minghao loves to feel you. just every inch of your body. every curve, crevasse, muscle, bone, flaws and all. sometimes its soft, he slowly roams his hands up and down your body, his fingertips barely feeling like feathers. other times his grip gets a little too tight and the innocent grazing turns soon starts to turn into deep scratches all along your back, forearms, and thighs. but there is not one moment in time where his hands leave your body

mingyu: he’s def confident but there are times during sex where he can get so shy and he doesn’t want you to know that. was the foreplay enough? was he going too fast, too slow? is he really making you feel good or are you just faking it for his sake? so to ensure that you’re having just as a good time as he is, he periodically checks up on you by placing his hand on your cheek and directs your gaze towards him. seeing your fucked out expression gives him the slightest bit of relief.

seokmin: this baby worries over every little thing. no matter how often you guys do it :( and it’s not the case that he doesn’t know what he’s doing or shy over his actions, you already know how doubtful he can be sometimes and you always make sure you vocally and physically react to his every touch. he’s more worried over how you’re feeling emotionally. yes, sex is fun and all but it’s still a special moment that’s shared with just the both of you! so he makes sure to always hold your hand whenever he can

chan: this isn’t really during the act, but right after you both reach your highs and clean yourselves up, he always asks to suck your nipples before both of you pass tf out. he doesn’t even do it with the intent to start up again, he just thinks it’s relaxing !!! he claims it’s his form of aftercare like a nice lil boob massage or smth