#chase your bliss and everything. do what you want. but also like. maybe it just isnt accessible for you. and it doesnt have to be

[horrorknife]

being in mw tags and seeing posts like “not everyone wants to engage in darker topics so don’t shame people for completely changing the canon of the game and all of the characterizations to fit their own agenda” is so…dude then why’d you even play the game. why even involve yourself in fan content. maybe you should, i dunno, find a media you actually like? hello?

[hey-august]

Hello and welcome to the virgin!buggy brainrot 🤡

WC: ~500 Warnings: NSFW, mdni, virgin!Buggy x GN!reader, mentions of oral -m receiving and of buggy pegging himself, first time sex, insertion sex

Buggy thought he knew what it would be like.

Surely it had to be like that one pity blowjob he received as a young captain trying to make a name for himself. He even had decades of practice by taking advantage of his body’s unique abilities to fuck his own ass.

So Buggy knew how it felt to have his dick in wet, hot warmth. To feel someone else move around him, to feel pressure, constriction, pleasure. He also knew the effort it took to shove, thrust, hump. He was ready to have sex.

But the moment his overly sensitive head touched your entrance, Buggy knew he was screwed. He was in trouble. This was nothing like what he experienced previously. The pirate eased himself in and was terrified.

You weren’t warm - you were hot. Boiling hot. And tight. But soft, so deliciously soft. How did he make it this far into adulthood without this intoxicating feeling?

Buggy had watched his own body accept his length, so why did it look different when it was you? Watching himself disappear inch by inch in you was the best thing he’s ever seen. Wait, second best - the look on your face right now was better. But it was also distracting. He needed to concentrate. Fuck, he was starting to sweat and he had barely started.

Shit, the way you reacted to every little thing he did was wonderful and seriously messed with him. Every sound, twitch, contraction, pulse, even the way you fucking looked at him - it was impossible for him to find a steady tempo. He felt feral and nervous. He wanted to ravage you and bring you pleasure. He wanted to come. But could he even do all that?

Your hand moved fast, working to bring your own bliss. Buggy was enthralled and distraught. He wanted to do that, but he could hardly remember to breathe right now.

And then, you gave him the sweetest gift. A kindness that he didn’t understand at first. You begged for him to come on you. 

“Please, please, please, I want to watch you come on me. I need to feel it on my skin.”

So Buggy pulled out and fisted his slick length. This felt familiar, like a comforting hug. Any snide comments or anxious worries that you stopped him from fucking you were pushed away by the way you writhed underneath him. By the way your eyes darted between his dripping tip and blurred fist, up to his flushed and focused face. By your sinful praises, the way you begged, your decadent moans and groans as you chased a climax that arrived just as his own did.

He might have blacked out. Everything felt so good. Sounded so good. Maybe he died and went to heaven. Although heaven was sticky and damp. As his sweat soaked into the bed and then started to evaporate off his skin, Buggy moved closer to you. Closer to your warmth.

“Next time I wanna come in you.”

“It’s a deal, lover boy.”

Hopefully you didn’t notice how his soft dick tried to twitch when you laughed. What a wonderful sound.

Lover boy…maybe next time Buggy would try to make love to you. He wasn't sure how much it differed from sex, but he wanted to try. He wanted to love you.

[gugugyuu]

boundaries - beomgyu x reader

warnings: smut, cursing, etc.

you immediately opened the door the moment you heard a knock, your fuck buddy beomgyu greeted you with a long kiss, shutting the door without looking then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

he chuckled while his lips started showering your face with soft kisses. it was adorable yet for some reason, you barely managed to smile at the affection he was giving.

you both sat down on the couch. gently, he lifted your legs then placed them across his lap. his arms stayed around your waist and holding you whike yours wrapped around his shoulders.

his face was so close to yours now that you could feel his warm breath on your skin. you ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. "mmh, that feels good." he whispered, his eyes started closing.

you met beomgyu at a random party. the one night that led to something you never expected. a supposed to be one-night stand turned into fuck buddies.

beomgyu gave you a spare key to his apartment so you could drop by anytime whether he invited you over or if you just wanted to see him (if you want to fuck him.)

it was fun at first.

you never really ask each other personal questions. the only thing you know about each other were probably your ages, where you live, and maybe your favorite foods and movies. neither of you wants to cross any boundaries by asking more.

beomgyu had once asked if you were seeing someone and for no clear reason, you got annoyed and snapped at him, "none of your business." then after that, he never asked anything personal ever again.

now, you find yourself wishing he'd ask things about you. you want him to know the real you because deep down, you know this wasn't something you truly wanted to be a part of in the first place. you've always believed you were meant to love and to be truly loved by someone.

beomgyu suddenly moved on top of you. kissing you again where his knee pressed between your legs, brushing against your thighs. his hands gently held yours as he whispered against your lips, "i need you so bad right now." he bit your lower lip, pulling it gently.

he helped you remove your shirt. beomgyu couldn't help but lick and bite his own lips hard after witnessing the way your boobs bounced when he removed your bra like an expert.

you were used to these moments. the way he made you feel desired, the way his touches set your body on fire...

though everything felt different now because you realized that whatever you and Beomgyu are doing, it's slowly eating you alive. you had been doing this for months and it's beginning to mess with your head in a lot ways you didn't realize.

he seemed to show no interest in what else was going on in your world outside of these stolen moments. yet somehow, it was affecting your own relationship when you tried dating other people.

every time you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling of being unfaithful. it was as if your heart was already claimed, but that someone you want refuses to acknowledge it.

beomgyu pressed his lips against yours, his breath shaky as he moved in and out of you, fucking you in missionary.

"beomgyu, i-"

"hold it." he said as he felt your walls tightening. the wet sounds of your movements driving you both closer to the edge.

you shook your head, weakly trying to push beomgyu's chest away when you felt pressure building inside you but he held you down, speeding up his thrusts as he chased his own release.

seeing the panic and bliss on your face was enough for him to break, groaning loudly in your ears as he cummed inside you.

he slid his cock out and collapsed onto the bed. you turned to face him, grabbing a blanket to cover half of your overly happy face.

"i was really about to cry." you admitted, giggling.

beomgyu also turned to face you, panting heavily and smirking proudly at what you just said. "i know..." he said as he stroke your hair. "you're so perfect."

you wanted to hug him, to kiss him.

"if i'll have a girlfriend... i want her to be exactly like you."

you swallowed. unable to believe the words that left his mouth.

you forced a weak smile, faking a yawn before slowly turning around to face the other way, feeling the pain building inside your chest.

you stood up and hurried, nearly tripping because your legs felt weak and sore.

"he-hey..." he called out.

you slowly closed the bathroom door, turning on the faucet.

"you good?" beomgyu asked, knocking on the door, his voice was filled with confusion and worry after seeing you nearly stumble while rushing out.

"yeah... i just need to use the bathroom!" you replied, just loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the running water.

tears streamed down your face when his words echoed in your mind.

what a fucking asshole.

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[starsofmilos]

Shadow (Logan Howlett x reader)

Synopsis: He was supposed to love her...Not you....

So I've decided to come back and I'm doing better than ever. I have also decided to no longer limit myself to just one character I love Adrian Chase but I'm gonna write what makes me happy. Send requests for Wolverine if you'd like!!!

Logan Howlett Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sex, kissing, angst, fluff,scenting

Jean Grey...

The very name was more pretty than yours. She was everything you weren't.

You could never be her.

That's why you understood why Logan loved her. You craved that same gazing look he gave her. The way his eyes seemed to grow almost soft when he would stare at her.

The crinkles in the corner of his eyes when he would smile at her.

You could never be Jean Grey. Especially considering the fact that Logan couldn't even spare you a glance half the time.

You were a background person. A wallflower. Even before you developed your mutation, you had always just been average.

Ironically enough your mutation allowed you to control the vines and flowers.

You built a garden for the students to play in. It was your pride and Charles loved it. It's where you spent most your time, tending to it.

Jean loved books while you loved the mud.

It was another boring blissful day. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Another mission for the team. You went on them anytime you could. Your florals allowed you to heal wounds.

You always went as support. The only person never really needing it being Logan. Nothing you did ever really benefitted him it seemed.

Jumping a bit, you looked to your side seeing Logan. His eyes staring ahead. Jean and Scott had just gotten together making it known to everyone.

Logan hadn't seemed to care but you could see the longing in his eyes. How he wished it was him

Jean was leaning against. Him that she was kissing gently as she caressed his chest.

Not that you knew, but you were wrong.

Logan stared in longing, but not for Jean. He stared for the craving of being loved.

As you fiddled with your thumbs, he stared down at you. Wishing it could be you holding his arm. Kissing his cheek as he grumbled.

Logan knew he was a unworthy man, but he'd kill for the very touch of your lips against his cheek. For the idea that maybe you could love him in the way Jean loved Scott.

Anytime you believed he was staring at Jean, he hadn't been looking at her. He was looking at the you.

He was only looking at her wishing it would be you staring at him the way she stared at Scott.

Jean and him had a complicated relationship, but the way he felt for you surpassed anything he ever believed he felt for Jean.

You lit the room up.

He never even really liked flowers till he met you.

"Doll what's goin on in that mind of yours?" His smooth voice sounded out as he whispered in your ear.

You jumped in surprise hearing his voice. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about what new flowers I wanna add to the garden back at the manor."

Logan chuckled a bit. "Always thinkin about flowers huh? What kind were you thinking though?" He smirked lightly at you.

"Bleeding hearts." You grinned at him bashfully. It was hard not to feel anything when he would smile at you.

"Those sure are beautiful." He huffed a bit.

"You know what those are?" You teased a bit laughing as he glared at you.

"Course I do. I'm not an idiot all the time." Logan grumbled a bit puffing his cigar.

"I never said you were." You quickly reassured him. "Just not many people know plants."

"I learned for you." He whispered out.

Your smiled dropped as you looked at him in slight shock. That was unexpected.

"Did you really?" You whispered out now. Logan smirked at you ruffling your hair.

"So bleeding hearts for the garden?" He asked again changing the subject.

"Yeah..bleeding hearts." You repeated still staring at him dazed.

The mission went smoothly as usual. Logan always made sure any mission he went on for you did. He never wanted you overworked.

Jean smiled as you tended to her minor wounds. "Thank you." She smiled as you worked.

"You don't gotta thank me. I'm just happy I could be of some use." You chuckled a bit.

Jean shook her head, "You shouldn't do that. Don't talk down on your self like that."

"I can't help it." You tried to joke. Jean shook her head again.

"You should ask him out." She spoke up. You looked at her in shock.

"Who?" You tried to play it off. Jean couldn't afford to know. He was once someone she saw romantically.

"You know who. He's staring at us right now." She smiled. You turned your head finding Logan.

"He's staring at you. He always does." You sighed out. Jean shook her head.

"You're wrong. He's staring at you. I know. I could tell. Trust me..I don't hold a candle to how he looks at you." She smiled walking away.

Rolling your eyes, you began to pack your things. How could she know what Logan truly wanted?

You knew she could read minds but she would never pry in his. At least you hoped she wouldn't.

Once home, you were the first off the quinjet not noticing how Logan's eyes followed you.

Quickly you ran to the garden smiling as you saw it intact beautifully.

You used your mutation to brighten the flowers making a vine above hanging the bleeding hearts.

"Here I thought you'd race to get some rest after a mission. Should've known you'd be out here." Logan's voice sounded out.

You turned to face him smiling.

"Couldn't help it. Been thinking about this the entire fly back."

Logan approached gently touching the flowers. "They sure are beautiful..."

"Thank you.." You whispered in response. Logan stared in amazement at you not looking away as you met his gaze.

It felt impossible. How was he staring at you this way?

You weren't Jean.

That's why he was looking at you though. You weren't Jean. You were you.

Logan was always a man of action. Not words. He leaned in giving you the opportunity to move. T

o push him and ask what he was doing. He didn't even know what he was doing , but he wanted to kiss you.

God did he want to kiss you.

His lips brushed against yours.

A small breath left you as he shut his eyes. Your hands moved up his shoulders whining as he pressed himself against you.

He kissed you with everything he had.

You pulled away looking at him in shock. His hand caressed your cheek.

"God I am so selfish for asking this. I don't deserve you, but please let me have you.." He whispered kissing you again.

You panted nodding as he kissed you again. His head moving to nuzzle against your neck.

He inhaled your scent deeply growling as his hands moved your waist caressing your hips.

"Logan.." You whispered pulling back to look at him. "I'm not..I'm not used to this..do you really want me?" You asked him in shock.

"You have no idea doll. No fucking clue what I would do for you." He whispered panting.

"Logan.." You whimpered his name as he caressed your head.

"I'm right here. I want you..so let me have you.." He spoke in a slight desperate growl.

"I thought you wanted her.." You spoke softly. Logan shook his head.

"Don't say stupid shit. All I want is you."

You smiled at his attitude laughing as he lifted you up carrying you away.

"Shush..we're getting food." He grumbled.

"Okay..guess I belong to you now." You teased.

"Damn straight you do." Logan huffed a laugh knowing you'd be stuck next to him forever.

Not that you'd complain though.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Born to be yours by zation [Explicit, 72k words]

Castiel finds a curious creature in his backyard. Or, The one where Dean wanted an apple but found himself a human instead (and also an apple).

Breathing Into You by casblackfeathers [Explicit, 110k words]

‘Beware the deep sea, that’s where the monsters come from.’ Dean had heard these words since birth, his father’s warnings shaping him into the man he is today. That’s not the root of Dean’s hatred for merpeople, though. Twenty years after the day tragedy had touched the Winchesters’ lives forever as well as the end of the Great War between humans and mer, Dean is still haunted by that moment. But loving the sea is just as much a part of him as the dread for the merfolk, so when he isn’t working at the local bar, he is there, underwater, immersed in the vast blue his mother used to speak of in her bedtime stories. Dean knows, however, that the sea can be as ruthless as it is soothing. When he is caught in the middle of a storm and faces the anger of the waves, the mysterious appearance of a stranger with blue eyes as clear as the waters Dean loves losing himself in forces Dean to question the truth behind his father’s old mantra.

carving deep blue ripples by dothraki_shieldmaiden [Mature, 85k words]

With his little brother at Stanford and his father searching out leads on the monster that killed his mother, Dean Winchester is left to hunt alone. It's fun, except in the ways that it really blows. Things start to turn around when he meets Castiel Novak, another hunter. Castiel is aloof and maybe a little too sarcastic, but he's good backup (and pretty easy on the eyes. Not that Dean's looking or anything). After a few hunts, Dean is willing to make his and Castiel's partnership permanent (and he's not exactly averse to adding another component to their partnership either. After all, he's caught Castiel looking at him just as many times as Castiel's caught him looking). But Castiel is hiding a secret, and it's so explosive that it threatens to not only tear them apart, but also tear apart everything Dean believes in.

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) [Explicit, 39k words]

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?"

Dragon Hunt by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) [Explicit, 171k words]

What is a former knight fallen from grace supposed to do when one day, after almost a decade of scouring the outskirts of the kingdom for his missing brother, he finds himself confronted with a powerful, terrifying and also ridiculously weird dragon? Yes, exactly: team up with the guy and scam oblivious people out of their money! Easy as that, right? (In which Dean ends up stumbling upon a strange, blue-eyed dragon and before he even knows what's happening he is in way too deep to get out again.)

It's a Small World (aka the Worst Ride at Disneyland) by ireadhpinenochian [Mature, 45k words]

Dean's life didn't start out great. With his mom dying and his father taking him and Sam on wild goose chase after wilder goose chase to track down her killer until Sam couldn't take it anymore and ran off, it pretty much sucked. But now he has Cas. And Cas is great--perfect, even--definitely the best thing that's ever happened to him, even if he isn't quite human. He's been living so long in domestic bliss that he completely forgot to be worried about waiting for the other shoe to drop. Which is, of course, when his giant of a brother strolls back into his life sending Dean into a panic that he and Cas will have to uproot their perfect apple pie life if Sam finds out Cas' big secret.

Like Lightning Under Your Skin by A_Diamond [Explicit, 24k words]

Desperate for a way to save his brother from a demon’s clutches, hunter Dean does the unthinkable and seeks out a supernatural creature for help: a powerful lightning elemental, the kind he and his family should be killing. When his attempt to bind the elemental goes awry, he finds himself psychically connected to it instead. The creature’s emotions bleed into his; its pain echoes into him. Rather than finding the solution to saving Sam, Dean’s given himself a new and even more time-sensitive problem. He has to find a way to master the bond before the rest of the hunters decide he’s too far gone and put him down. The trouble is that the more time he spends connected to the elemental’s thoughts, the more he starts to wonder if they don’t have it all wrong. Maybe the creature, which calls itself Castiel, doesn’t deserve to be slaughtered; maybe the rest of its kind hadn’t deserved that, either. Or maybe that’s just Castiel’s voice in his head.

Man in the Wilderness by OneHundredSuns [Explicit, 68k words]

Dean Winchester is fresh out of Purgatory along with every other Tom, Dick and Wendigo that called the cesspool home. As the monsters lay waste to the Earth and eat anything they can get their hands on, Dean sets out to find his only remaining family so that they can hunker down and fight the assholes head on. He doesn’t mean to stumble upon Castiel Novak and his adorable twins in the middle of the apocalypse and he sure as hell doesn’t mean to offer them a ride to wherever they are trying to get to. But the world is a dangerous place now and he’s always been a sucker for blue eyes and cute kids. So he’ll help them out and just hope it doesn’t get him or them killed in the process.

Miasma by ValandraWrites [Explicit, 13k words]

Dean's grown up with a monster under his bed. They kind of became friends. Then they kind of became more than friends.

The Graveyard Shift by PurgatoryJar, riseofthefallenone [Explicit, 620k words]

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

[iwanttoreadsusthings]

U-20 MATCH

Spoiler alert guys

OKAY SO LIKE I WAS READING THE U-20 MATCH, AND I SAW RIN GO CRAZY RIGHT. SO I HAD THIS THOUGHT

BECAUSE YOU KNOW, HE WAS LIKE

HEAD EMPTY NO THOUGHT, TONGUE OUT, DROOLING, I JUST HAD LIKE A PASSING THOUGHT. A PASSING THOUGHT THAT I'M HOOKED ON NOW (so maybe not a passing thought)

AND I WAS LIKE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU:

Were fucking him

Imagine for a second, (just bear with me, I'm new to this)

You're riding him, and he's well on his way to cumming

Right

RIGHT

OKAY SO YOU GO ON, AND YOU TWO ARE LIKE THAT

You keep going, egged on by his pleasured groans

(is that how it works help)

So you (we) go on until he cums, right

and since you haven't yet, you just keep going

You don't stop, you just keep on, and on, and on

Ignore his desperate pleas to stop, it's too much, too much

"Aw, but I haven't cum yet sweetheart, it's only fair that I get one too no?"

And you carry on like that, chasing your high, while Rin squirms under you, gasping for air, choking on the overstimulation.

You don't give him a break at all, just riding his sensitive cock

(please tell me that's how it works I'm doing my best)

And he whines, a high-pitched keen that shocks him more than you

You don't give him time to process this new sound he's made though, no, instead you increase your speed, even more aroused by his whine (if you're lucky maybe you can pull that sound from him again)

And because you started going faster, he chokes on air, now that the intensity has suddenly increased, he can barely hang on

"AH, wait wait wait wait, please please, too much, s' too much, can't, I can't, I can't, I caN'T-"

He cums a second time.

He's a liar <3

He can, he did.

(evil cackling) You don't stop there, after all, now he's cum twice and you're still chasing that high

Oh but the pretty sight underneath you is very helpful in your journey for an orgasm 😌

He's flushed red, hair splayed out across the pillow

If you weren't so focused on fucking him, harder, faster, give him more, more, more,

You'd be able to see his hands at his sides, desperately clawing at the sheets,

Just trying to get a hold of something, anything to ground himself from the overwhelming stimulation

You look, and you admire what you've done, taking in the beautiful mess you've made of him and oh-

Is that a tear?

And he lets out a sob, back arching, because maybe, it really is too much for him

You know he could stop you. He knows he could stop you.

He's an athlete for god's sake, Rin is so much stronger than you

If he really wanted to, he could flip you two over and take control of you instead.

If he wanted to

Oh but he feels so good, there's so much pleasure, it's everywhere and he feels so, so good

So he doesn't

It's so much, it brings more tears to his eyes, following the first

You watch, entranced, but never halting your movements

And he breaks under your stare

Everything is too much, the non-stop pleasure you've been giving him, the way your hips have not stopped moving once, even though he's cum twice

How addicting this painful pleasure feels around his cock

And he breaks

His mind goes blank, and suddenly, it's like a dam has broken and you're being flooded by the astonishing sounds he lets out

You keep going, and after a short while, he starts drooling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

And you ride him, until he cums yet again, and you keep going like this.

He's so out of it, it's cute (it's also really, really hot)

His sweet, filthy cries are like music to your ears

It's a beautiful symphony of moans

Finally, finally you reach your orgasm, and when you cum, you drag Rin along with you for his, what, nth time tonight?

It doesn't matter, your climax hits you and you're swept along with the pleasure, mind whiting out for a moment as the bliss overtakes you, and you drink in his beautiful, desperate cries as he cums once again.

And you finally stop moving, he's breathing heavily, gasping for air

It's finally over (it will happen again)

That got longer than I expected it to 🙏🏼

ANYWAY CRITICISM ACCEPTED, ANYTHING REALLY.

I'm scared to reread my own post honestly 💀💀💀

SORRY IF IT'S OOC, IT JUST GOT STUCK IN MY HEAD.

Addicted to the idea of head empty, tongue out!Rin

[invinciblerodent]

1) Will your OC get married and with who? 2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

OC Ask Game!

I think I’m gonna go on for a long (long, long, LONG) time about Iona, and mention the others kind of as a footnote, because I think Iona’s answers to these are just�� the ones that are most interesting to me, lol

(fair warning looking back, this got PROFOUNDLY away from me- the TL; DR of it is that for Iona marriage is "yes, eventually" and kids are "no, never", for Arvid marriage is a "yes, of course, sure" and kids are "well if you want it", and for Petyr both are "hah! no. nope. no.")

So, this whole “what now” issue in Iona’s case, it’s… all a bit muddled.

As a little background to it, in 3e, it’s said that courtships between elves often take a very long time, sometimes decades, before a commitment is reached- which is understandable, especially considering that elves are also said to seldom fall out of love with one another, and don’t typically remarry after the death of one spouse. A commitment that’s meant to span a lifetime of centuries (whether the life of one has a natural endpoint or not is irrelevant), it makes sense that they’d take it seriously, and not jump into soul-bonds willy-nilly. (An albatross is definitely going onto her moodboard now, lol.)

I think both Iona and Astarion would still be kind of... feeling themselves out, by the end of the game, and neither of them would be drawn to the thought of “blissful mutual domesticity” just yet.

I mean, on top of being a quite young elf, she’s spent a good 80% of her life among humans: her experience with life is colored by the perceptions of a people who are constantly trying to outrun the rushing of a clock that might as well be standing still for her. So exploring what time even means to her, that’d be a very exciting prospect. While Astarion, he was even younger than she is now when he had the “elven” part of his identity taken away from him, only to be made into someone that’s seen as a tool first, monster second, and person a distant third. He’s eager to re-learn personhood and live again, so they’re both sort of… (re-?)discovering themselves and their “feyness” together, and in each other. 

My little idea is that after the Brain’s defeat, they’re going to spend one or two decades on solo adventuring: primarily looking for a way to allow him to walk in the sun again, but that… proves itself to be something of a wild goose chase. The travel itself is annoyingly cumbersome (either they have to shelter during the day and cover no ground, or he has to be polymorphed and be both unable to communicate and practically defenseless [can’t risk fighting, if his form is dismissed he’s dead]). But also, there are just… too many disappointments. Too many dead ends. Too many times they’ve gotten too close only to find out that they were either late, or misled, or just plain wrong about something.

I think he’d grow frustrated with it first, and grow reckless: strain against his limits, start pushing his luck with the Sun, start making dangerous mistakes, and it’d be her who’d start gently encouraging (cajoling, bargaining, eventually pleading with-) him that maybe they should return to the Gate. To regroup, try to find other avenues, head off in a different direction. And while he'd know she's right, agreeing… it'd still feel like he’s admitting defeat.

Of course, he’d try to put on an unbothered face, but she would still obviously be able to tell that he’s upset: primarily with himself, but also a little bit with… everything. Of feeling both free and trapped, both bursting with the desire to DO something, but also being… powerless.

Which (stay with me, we're a third of the way!) is the context in which the thought of kids and “marital bliss” would rear its ugly head.

Because I headcanon that vampire spawn are naturally sterile. (I know full vampires can sire mortal offspring, but since spawn can’t create new vampires via bite and the bite is almost always a penetration-allegory, I like to think that translates to them being just… unable to reproduce, period.) And elves in general already have far lower fertility rates, so even if he wasn’t sterile because of the vampirism but just maybe less fertile than usual, the chances of conception between the two of them would still be infinitesimally small.

And I mean, the topic really wouldn’t come up naturally, so I think Astarion would likely think that she’d eventually want children. I mean, he knows very well that she had been previously married to a human- humans usually want kids, so it’d be a natural assumption that she’d be on the same page as her ex-husband, and the fact that she doesn’t have kids now wouldn't be for a lack of wanting. (It is. It is for a lack of wanting. But both of them being ~excellent~ [pejorative] at communicating, he definitely wouldn’t ask- if only for fear of the answer he thinks he'd get.)

So it'd kind of… eat at him, for a while, the thought that at some point, she might grow to resent him. There'd be a small, niggling part of his mind that'd worry that at some point, the limitations would all prove too much, and she’d grow frustrated, tired of always having to work with and around his… shall we say, conditions. Beyond his partial reliance on her pain and literal body for sustenance, the physical differences between them, and the messiness of healing (the times he startles awake screaming, the times he can’t bear even the thought of being touched, the times he’s frustrated with himself and takes it out on her), this is just one more thing.

He can’t take her out for a nice day in the city. He can’t warm her body at night, wine and dine her (or just share a meal like a regular person), or love her as brazenly as he did starting out, out on the street for all to see because… well, he can’t go out into the streets. Can’t even travel with her during the day, not without taking the shape of a stupid animal that can’t communicate with her, joke with her, or even delight her with the looks he had thought for so long were the only thing he was good for.

Though secure in her love of him, he’s not stupid, or an idealist who’d think that love alone is enough for a happily ever after. While enjoying the time while it lasts, naturally there’d be sort of a running tally in his head of all the ways their lives chafe against one another.

Watching her face grow paler and paler as she’s deprived of the sun and has her blood drained, he’d never quite stop wondering at what point is the scale going to tip, at what point she’d finally realize that she had bet on the wrong undead horse by choosing to love the vampire who asks her to sacrifice so much, and not only doesn’t want to, but isn’t even able to give her what (he thinks) she wants.

Which, she doesn’t want it, of course. She has not even one maternal bone in her body.

Iona is well aware that she would make a terrible mother, and she absolutely does not want to be one. So it wouldn’t even occur to her that this would be something on his mind on top of all else. When he’d be having his little personal crisis about this, she’d be busy trying to make the impossible happen and circumventing the need to find a way to give him back the Sun by inventing one herself. That’d be why she'd lock herself into her study alone for longer and longer periods of time, why she sometimes wouldn’t come out for days, why she'd sometimes steer the conversation away from certain things- she wouldn’t want to give him false hope in a project that’d quickly prove so far beyond her abilities.

But, she'd still obviously recognize his occasional bouts of melancholy- I mean, it’s very unusual for someone to look at another so fondly and happily one moment, and then get quiet and forlorn the next. That distance she'd see behind his eyes sometimes when she'd tell him she loves him, that’d be rather worrying to anyone.

It’ll take a while for this particular cat to work its way out of the bag, but it would happen eventually, of course.

In reality, none of that would bother her.

She delights in being the sole person deciding what, when, and how she wants to eat. She loves the coolness of his touch- it soothes the heat of the draconic blood running through her veins better than any balm. Sure, going to markets and doing all that domestic pish can be fun, but... well, she’s always been an indoorsy person. Being bitten is no burden (she wouldn’t offer if it was), and there being no risk of a pregnancy, even after the tadpole’s death? At the risk of sounding crass, that’s an incredible perk, with no downsides. Feeling him find his pleasure while buried deep inside her, with no pang of fear or worry? It’s absurd how perfect that is, how happy she is with the fact that with the man she loves, that fear of being impregnated against her will can be put completely to rest.

And the rest, the messiness, the less “pretty” parts of it all, the evenings spent soothing his pain that’s either real or real only to him, that’s… just what happens if you love someone. Sure, she worries of course, but even when it’s inconvenient, when it’s ugly, when the old scars feel like they’re on fire and she can’t even being to think of a way to help… she still loves him just the same.

So no, no children necessary. It’s not in the cards for them, and even if it was, I don’t think either of them would really want it, or be good at it.

... She’d probably like to overwrite the memories of her first marriage (and speak the word “husband” without rancor) though, but only eventually.

And I like to think that that’ll have to happen with an item I’m tentatively calling “Taran Tal’hondnor” (The Gift of True Love), and it’s an enchanted ring that she will finally be able to create after many years of study, and even more miserably failed attempts at creating an enchantment that’ll let a vampire walk in the sun.

I like to imagine her proposing to him, on her own terms this time, with one such gift.

Because she loves him to the point of invention.

Quickly on the others, Arvid… might like fatherhood, if he were so inclined. He’s a very caring, kind, nurturing person, and if he were to be in that position, he would probably be a very good dad. He’s generally in a nurturing role already, and Gale being in a teaching role, they could prove to be excellent parents, if that were what they wanted.

But they… probably wouldn’t want that. Gale being the age that he is (“canon” says 35, I see ~38-40, minor difference) and a human, yet saying that he’s “not ready”, I personally interpret that as a rather telling thing. His past of having spent such a long time in a "monogamous" (I'm fairly sure that part's one-sided, no time to go into that now) relationship with a goddess who had no intention of having kids with him, and his present willingness to be with an illithid who can’t, that to me is implying that it’s not something that’d be that important to him. Like I personally see that as him not actively preferring to have kids if it’s up to him (he likes peace, and quiet, and downtime, and a nice glass of wine with a quietly romantic evening meal- very much the quintessential childless millennial, 100% part of the appeal to me lol), but he’d be happily willing to do it if his partner wanted it themselves.

But in my world, his husband (I like how I skated by the first part of the question, I mean they already ARE married lol)… doesn’t really have such strong feelings about it either. So, since two "maybes" don’t make a "yes" (and for this kind of thing, you need two enthusiastic "yes"-es for it to no longer be a no), it’s a "no".

But I think their marriage is going to be very happy and fulfilling to both of them nevertheless. <3

And since I don't yet have any kissy-shots of them (☹️), have an "are you seeing this shit" silent exchange for these two <3

Honestly? I would sooner give a baby to a pack of feral wolves and hope for the best than have Petyr become a father. He'd absolutely be the kind of dad whose kids become DnD characters. He's someone's tragically emotionally distant boomer dad just waiting to happen. (I mean, come on. My guy felt inadequate once, and coped with it by fucking off to the woods for 20 years? Yeah, sure, father of the year.)

And Shadowheart, she basically didn't have parents growing up, she has a TON of cult indoctrination to process and unlearn as an adult, and -let's be real- likely has no fucking clue how motherhood would even really work. Like the woman whom she used to call "mother" pretty much straight-up tortured her. C'mon now.

I like to think that, though they are the only two in my lineup who are physically able to have kids by accident, they (with their 8 and 10 INT scores respectively) would still be smart enough to smell that particular disaster before they'd barrel into it head first, and either actively decide not to have kids, or put it off so far into the future as for it to be meaningless. Maybe the discussion can be tabled in a few decades' time, but since by then their home will be surrounded by, god, so many animals to take care of (including a barely not feral, adult owlbear) (and their mutual boyfriend who sometimes shows up for like a month to fuck nasty on every available surface of the house and surrounding wilds), I doubt it'll result in a resounding "yes".

In the same vein of things, if a big, beautiful, traditional wedding is something that she wants (which I... kinda doubt would be super important to her), she definitely bet on the wrong horse, because this guy is not one for pomp and circumstance.

I like to imagine that after their departure from the Gate (and their bidding of not exactly "farewell", but "see you later" to Halsin), he'll just... take her "home" to his little shack in his corner of the forest, and then, sitting under the canopy of his favorite woods, enjoying the balmy evening breeze and the undisturbed night sky with his favorite person, he'll look up at the moon, take her hand, and silently, in his head, give his thanks to the Moonmaiden for this peace.

And... that'll be it. From that point forward, it'll be easy to fall into a kind of sweet, quiet domesticity that is essentially a marriage in all but name.

I definitely like- and relate to the idea of them foregoing the "2.5 kids, white picket fence" idea of a happily ever after not out of a conscious rejection, but rather just by... being themselves. Together.

[alexcutecolly]

oh I’m so happy this gives you ideas! I love to hear your ideas! and I think that v.olo would be really satisfied with himself after eating us like think about the hums he would make after he gets us down and rubs at us >w< he’d enjoy that feelng and it would be so cute

You’re so correct he could just take us with him and no one would even know! it’s our little secret. all the nice pressure from him laying on us a little bit while we’re in there uuuuu so comfy!!! and we could be in there for as long as he wants I really think thats cute

and it sounds like in the game we didnt say what he did cuz just a few people even notice he wasnt there so maybe getting to have us as his close friend is a better prize and we don’t tell the villagers! I forgive him you know?

ps. mi.lotic is naga shape if that gives you more v.olo ideas

v.olo uwu

Awwww, I love to hear your ideas too!! 💕

Omg yeah! I bet he'd be content about feeling us wriggling and shifting inside, we're so small but it'd be enough for him! ❤️ Plus belly rubs can be sooo soothing, both for him and us! Counting the hums as well, we'd all be passing out in a matter of minutes! x3

Warning: Major spoilers for P.okemon Legends: A.rceus below!

Tbh considering A.rceus doesn't even let us return home to the present timeline, remaining with V.olo is a much better option xD whether it's staying in his belly or not tho, that's up to debate xD I can see him teasing us a lot on the journey to another region, with pokes and jokes about us taking easy since he's doing all the walking x3

Also, I like to think he'd be into gentle, playful mouthplay! ❤️ Such as moving us around in his mouth, from cheek to cheek, not only to enjoy our flavor but to goof around a little bit before swallowing us down x3 ❤️ and I imagine him smiling when he lays on his stomach, maybe to switch to a better reading position, and he feels us tumbling inside him as a result! He's such a sweet dork tbh 😭❤️

I went to check who among the main characters mentions V.olo or what happened atop M.ount C.oronet, and only C.ogita and L.aventon do, sooo... It's safe to say everyone else is weirdly clueless 😅😅 which is technically a good thing, since we could hang out with V.olo still without being banned from the village again, but it makes me so sad as well because it means that despite the battle and how it changed everything between him and us, it barely had an impact on everyone's else lives ;-; ;-; ;-;

I wouldn't still tell the villagers what happened tho, ignorance is bliss sometimes xDD plus they're not going to chase him down with torches and pitchforks, lmaooo 😭😭 we forgive him either way, this is what really matters! x3 ❤️ and he can eat us all the times he wants!! x33

Oooh M.ilotic is a nice choice for a Naga!V.olo! He could be like one of those water snakes, that are totally fine with swimming and living in damp areas! Mmmmm imagine him sneaking away with a visible bump in his tail, and he dives in a nearby river to hide if he hears footsteps coming in his direction! x3 and once everything is quiet again, he slithers out and starts heading back to his lair, super happy because he's got his belly filled ❤️

[hurlumerlu]

I can't say I fully understand what you had in mind with your thk posts, but honestly, "bound but one of them is a ratter" sounds like something that would be wild to write (this is for the wish fic in case it isn't clear)

RIGHT? but the question is, well, who would be the ratter.

My mind went to Corky first, because she - a tattoed crook who got caught - is the most obvious Kant analogue while Violet - the more fem (not that bison is fem exactly but you know what i mean, if we must ascribe gender roles to same gender couples then he is The Woman) and lethal of the two, trapped in a parody of familial/domestic bliss - could be put in the Bison role. So let's say Corky was offered a lighter sentence in exchange for working as a spy/informant, and initially the idea was "i've been hired to renovate the flat next door" but now there's this woman who's been Looking at her, and Corky could use that, it would be an easier in, not too mention Corky's been Looking too and she likes what she sees, and it has been a while... and then of course she catches feeling and she wants Violet safe and there's all this money they could both use for a fresh start and everything kinda snowballs in the same way it does in the movie. It works, I think, and would make a nice twist on Corky's initial insistence that Violet is untrustworthy, especially if we make Corky being an informant a (early) reveal rather than letting it be known from the start. In this version, either Violet would learn of Corky's real job very late in the game or she would learn early on but only let on that she knows near the end. No matter what, Corky's goal is to execute The Plan without ever having to come clean to her lover, and we get to see her sweat a lot at the idea of being found out. Violet, for her part, is mostly cool with the whole informant thing. A gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do, and she's not one to judge.

So that was my first idea. But Corky's trust issues kept nagging at me, because THK does have a few characters with a chip on their shoulders regarding trust, and Kant isn't one of them. Bison however... it got me thinking of Corky in Bison's role (the rube) and Violet in Kant's role (the player). It lines up quite nicely with their courtship dynamic, too: while Bound, doesn't have as clear chaser/chased roles as THK, Violet is very forward while Corky, as mentioned, is afraid to trust, and that's pretty similar to the early KantBison's tango. (Corky plays it gruff while Bison plays it coy, but the rythm isn't that different... and actually that makes me think: they're both the somewhat non gender comforming one, so there's that angle to maybe explore too) Another point in favor of the "Violet in Kant's role" angle is the femme fatale archetype. In THK we see both Bison and Kant (all four leads, actually, this show is so fun) use their looks as a lure, and Bison is the actually fatal one - but Kant is the character the closest to the classic archetype, and of course Violet is an ode to femme fatales, so it's one of those things that just makes sense to me. (now, you could construct it as a point against, because Violet, though she has all the strappings of one, actually isn't a femme fatale. Not from Corky's, and therefore the movie's, point of view. One of the things Bound does is forcing you to see things from the so-called femme fatale side, and demystifying the archetype of the cold, ruthless, manipulative seductress, turning it into a woman trying to make the best of what she's got - it's the you know the difference between you and me? of it all - and we can argue wether it's a deconstruction or a reconstruction or what but!!! I'm getting away from myself and what I was trying to get at is that Kant is also just doing his best with what he's got, so there. Point still in favor.)

So yeah. Violet who was strong armed by the cops into getting sexually close to dangerous, powerful men to get intel on them. No one thought to wonder how she feels about that - getting sexually close to people, dangerous or not, is after all what a whore does - but she's more than tired of this life. She finally sees an out (2 millions dollars is more than enough for her to make a new life) but she'll never pull it off alone. The prickly ex-con next-door, however, could make an adequate partner in crime, and is lonely enough to be manipulated. She's sweet, too: this might just work out. In this version, Corky learns the truth at the worst possible moment and it almost get them both killed, especially since Violet is not apologetic at all. But of course lesbian love wins, and they drive toward the sunset with a fuckton of money.

I shed a tear.

The End.

[cannimumsable]

rape mention cw

hmm. if it was me ig the crux of the matter would be figuring out what's the story I wanna tell here? like, you know your big final resolution will be about, if I followed what you're saying, human dignity as an inherent extension of having a consciousness at all, and the recognition and acceptance of self through the other. so I think the way that kind of ending would work is basically something like a mutual uno-reversed 'well now that I don't consider you as a part of me but as your own person instead, idgaf how awful you (think you) are, I've decided you have rights. except we are the same person so this applies both ways and as a consequence maybe this means i automatically have to think this means i have rights too, damn'

so like, you've apparently already got that out of the way, you know the direction you're heading in. and my understanding is you feel stuck now bc you don't know how to keep going in a like, realistic psychologically healthy way, bc this is really heavy shit, right?

and what I think about that is, welllll, you kinda don't have to?

like, this situation is pretty intensely fucked up, and that's the point, that's what's fun about it. so if you were trying to write about growth and self improvement and healing, indeed I'd agree you are in a pickle and this seems uh, challenging, to try to fix!

buuuut, isn't the sa and the self loathing and the everything else bc what you're interested in digging in is the bad dark toxic sludge?

I could be misreading you but going from what you've said, I'd think the horror of feeling like a monster and having to learn how to live with it is sort of the point of the story.

so you could lean into it as hard as you want. they could feel guilty and terrible, and there could be SA as hardcore as you want, and they could hurt other so so bad and keep eacalating the making each other worse, and all the terribleness would be the metaphorical slop for your pig to play in.

until you feel like taking them out of the torment nexus, and the quick way to the exit would essentially just need to be -> they feel guilty for what they've done to the other, which -> the other person is worth shit, which -> so are they.

basically I think you can do whatever the fuck you want actually, I think you can always tweak how you're doing it, but what you're doing will work out just fine I'm pretty sure. chase your bliss, you can always smooth the edges out as you go, I believe in you ✌🏼

as i thought this does very much help me!! you've absolutely gotten what it is that i want to do with this story (im obsessed with any and all stories of meeting yourself in any way shape or form).

I think i will in fact lean more into the heavy toxic sludge, gets worse before it gets better, all that. i will also stop trying t make it fun inconsequential porn bc it stopped being that 6000 words ago lmfao

[fictionkinfessions]

im feeling sentimental right now but i wanna yap a bit. preferably at my slingshot (purrfurably if you will /silly)

when i first started remembering you i was trying to nail your vibes down, and remember more about our relationship. i still don't remember a lot but i do remember you had some sort of energetic and confident fun to you that is solely unique to YOU and nobody else that i can remember in any of my lives. you remind me of what basic understanding i have of sonic the hedgehog a little (i do not kin from sonic and im not really a sonic fan, it's just something about your silliness and the way you spoke with confidence and energy)

i remember when we were together your voice became so gentle as opposed to when we were out doing things, or in phights. there was something so about you that i can't quite place yet, but i know i valued it a lot.

a lot of people draw you with a long cat tail, but your fluffy bob tail was super cute to me, especially when you wagged it a little. i thought it was super adorable and i loved seeing you so happy

i remember you were competitive and didn't like losing. there was one memory i have where we met up in crossroads with rocket (who, for context of anybody else reading this was part of the main friend group of me/sling/skate as well as sword) to go on a phight and you were super super excited. you were super pumped but when we got there we ended up losing and you got frustrated because you thought you threw the game (which may i add you didn't. it was just an off day maybe, and everyone in the team is responsible for a win or a lose, it doesn't affect your personal skill). you didn't really want to interact with anybody, and i understood that and i just put my tail on your lap and sat beside you in some sort of comfort.

and i don't know how long from that memory it was, but you were feeling a lot better and we went on a date in the crossroads and i was so happy to see you feeling better. i kept trying to subconsciously wrap my tail around your legs as we were walking, and i didn't really realize it a lot of the time hehehe

you were also brave. i am not sure why my memories always pertain to banhammer beating me up or somehow you (in that one memory where we lost the match he kinda slung you across SFOTH and i was like FUUUCK) but i have a memory where i tripped in some sort of way because banhammer was on my trail (i had just shielded Shuriken who promptly was able to get away after i stepped in for support) you shot at him rapidly and then taunted him when he was about to hit me with his hammer... and like, pissed him off. we locked eyes for a second and you gave me this mischievous smile before running away after he made chase towards you. i didn't really process it until later but i really appreciated it (would rather not have a life end with being crushed by some huge object for the THIRD TIME and gods forbid it be by banhammer /silly)

i remember sitting down somewhere. maybe at your place with shuriken and vinestaff and everyone else (who I don't think was there) or at my place (i am unsure where exactly) but i was watching you take cookies out of the oven and oh my gods they were some of the best cookies ever. i loved seeing you smile as we shared warm treats together and absolutely melting in utter bliss at your baking skills

i miss you, and i'd love to talk. and perhaps if you'd prefer not to reach out, hey, i get it. all i wanna say for that is thank you for the memories. you mean a lot :]

i hope i got everything right with this one. what an essay of a 'fession oopsiiiiee. if you see any mistakes noooo you didnt /j

-boombox (#🕹️👾🎸)

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[hisui-dreamer]

midnights like these

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader

Synopsis: it's only on midnights like these that he'll think of you

Tags: unrequited love, angst, longing, hurt no comfort

Word count: 669

Notes: christmas angst!! idk why but im always a bit sad on christmas nights, so here's that projected onto vil with midnight rain, by taylor swift!!

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I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.

And he never thinks of me, except when I'm on TV.

I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted.

And I never think of him, except on midnights like this.

―midnight rain, taylor swift

Vil always saw his life as successful, a glittering mosaic of accomplishments that sparkled in the spotlight of global adoration. The world knew him as a charismatic and talented actor with an otherworldly beauty, a name whispered in awe across red carpets and cinema halls.

It was everything he had ever wanted, his childhood dream come true. All of his efforts to become recognised as more than a villainous character had finally come to fruition. He could finally stand on stage proudly as the protagonist.

But sometimes, there's a voice inside him that yearns for something different.

It's a voice that gets particularly loud on quiet nights when he's all alone with his thoughts.

Tonight, was one of these nights.

It was Christmas Eve, and though the streets were filled with festive cheer, Vil found himself sitting by the window by himself, the distant voices invoking a soft smile on his lips.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves with friends and family, but Vil became rather isolated after dedicating himself entirely to his career. Each cherished relationship, while still held dear, slowly ebbed away in the relentless tide of his professional pursuits. He doesn't mind much, he doesn't have the time nor energy to treat someone the way they deserve, but he always ends up reminiscing about the last time he had such a strong connection with someone.

You were a big fan of his work, but Vil quickly realised you were more than just a normal fan. You always offered your support for him, while also giving him critical feedback. In your eyes, he wasn't just a celebrity; you saw the human behind the spotlight, and that meant everything.

Slowly, imperceptibly at first, he found himself drawn to the warmth of your spirit that rivalled the sun. Your words were more than admiration; they were a lifeline that gently peeled away the layers guarding his heart.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, the feelings that bubbled from admiration, to friendship, and something even stronger. You didn't dare to confess, the last thing you wanted was to impose your feelings on him. Him, who always made his work his priority.

So when he started distancing himself from you, you knew he had made his decision, and you could do nothing but respect it. And thus, both of you moved on, continuing your lives as if you never meant anything to each other.

He thinks back to the picture of you he saw the other day on Magicam where you stood amidst a Christmas celebration, a radiant smile illuminating the frame. The scene encapsulated an aura of familial bliss, with your husband, a familiar lion beastman, nestled close at your side. Two children sat at either side, cocooned in the embrace of festive happiness.

He can't help the twinge of jealousy that stings at his heart. Everything in that picture exudes perfect happiness, and that was just a slice of your everyday life. Could he have been that happy with you too? What if there could be an alternate reality where the threads of your lives had been woven in a different way? What if he, too, had a family to gather around a Christmas tree, sharing laughter and creating memories?

What if he could've had you in his arms?

Maybe in making his name known and chasing after his success, he had given away a life with you, a cosy, simple one where the rest of the world didn't matter because you had each other.

Gazing at his own reflection in the window, he beheld the carefully sculpted beauty that he had painstakingly crafted throughout every fleeting second of his existence. But amidst the crafted perfection, a solitary tear traced its path down his face.

Maybe he was in the wrong all along.

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[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 15: Bright Light ||

I feel like I’m in a dream. More like a fever dream. My entire body is burning up and I start to think something is wrong with me. No way I’m still feeling the effects of that one drink, am I?

I open my eyes to darkness taking a moment to remember where I am. My phone is still in my back pocket, and when I look at it I see that its 2:13 am. Jimin is still sound asleep next to me.

I start to realize I’m probably so hot because I fell asleep in this sweater dress that I never wear. It’s nice and cozy for the cooler weather, but it’s miserable to sleep in.

After laying there for a moment I decide to just take the thing off. I might have a heat stroke if I don’t. I feel much better and less sweaty and fall right back to sleep.

It feels like I was only asleep for about 10 minutes, but when I open my eyes again the sun is shining through the window. When my vision clears I meet eyes with Jimin who’s looking at me with a sweet smile.

“Morning,” he says moving a few locks of my wild hair from in front of my face.

“Morning,” I smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than ever.” He places a hand on my hip and pulls me in a little closer to him. His eyes travel up and down my body and lands back on my face. “What happened to your sweater?”

“I was burning up in the night so I took it off so I wouldn’t sweat to death,” I chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says shyly. “I can turn the fan on.”

“No it’s ok, you don’t need to do that. I’m just going to get hot again being next to you, and that’s fine with me.” I snuggle as close as I can to him and place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I guess I’ll be staying in bed all day then.” He smiles and holds me tight making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“What about breakfast?”

“I have you for breakfast.”

“Oh my god,” I laugh giving him a quick peck on the lips. “That was so cheesy, but you’re so cute.”

“Whatever makes you smile,” he says returning my kiss.

What makes me smile is every part of him, and maybe I’m a bit greedy. When he pulls back I chase his lips for more showing him just how hungry I am. As cheesy as his little line was, he’s right, I have him for breakfast and that’s all I need.

No cereal, oatmeal, eggs, or bacon, just him. Tasting so sweet against my taste buds. I don’t need coffee because his touch does much more for me than a cup of caffeine.

I haven’t felt this feeling before. The feeling of wanting to give everything I have to someone. The feeling of security from being in the arms of someone I truly believe won’t take me for granted. I want to give him all of me.

I find myself rolling on top of him and straddling his waist. I can’t stop tasting him, I want to explore every corner of his mouth until it’s committed to memory. The feeling of his hands on my bare skin sliding up my back gives me a feeling of euphoria that I wish I could hold on to forever.

A loud crash coming from the kitchen startles us both out of our blissful fog. I hide my face in Jimin’s neck and he gasps before chuckling.

“I guess Hoseok is trying to make breakfast,” Jimin whispers with a giggle.

“Does he have to scare the entire neighborhood to do it?” I ask laughing into his neck.

Just as I say that another crash comes from the kitchen. We both chuckle into each other before deciding to go help Hoseok with whatever he seems to be having trouble with.

“I should probably put a shirt on first, huh?” I say remembering that my sweater is tossed somewhere on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Can I have this one?” I smile sitting up in his lap and tugging at the hem of the shirt he’s wearing.

“You can have whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Be careful, I’ll walk out of here with everything,” I laugh while boldly pulling his shirt over his head and slipping it over my frame.

“Aisshhh!!” Hoseok yells from the kitchen.

“Let’s go before he hurts himself,” Jimin laughs.

We both roll out of the bed and emerge from Jimin’s room to find Hoseok in the kitchen looking completely frazzled.

“Morning,” I say stepping into the kitchen. “You sound like you need some help.”

“Mina!” Hoseok says a bit startled. He takes a look at me wearing Jimin’s shirt, then turns to Jimin who’s standing there shirtless and raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were here. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s ok,” I smile. “We were already awake.”

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks.

“Trying to make breakfast,” Hoseok responds.

“Were you fighting with it?”

“Shut up,” Hoseok chuckles. “I wanted to try making French toast, but it’s not working out as well as I hoped.” He gestures towards the counter where he has a bowl of egg mixture and some bits of bread swimming in it.

We all have a laugh at Hoseok’s cute mess. We pitch in to help him out and save his sinking culinary ship. He breathes a sigh of relief and thanks us for our assistance.

I put Jimin and Hoseok on prep duty and I take over the stove. Out of the three of us it seems I have the most cooking knowledge which is a bit surprising because I don’t cook all that often. Then again my roommate is Jin and I’m almost convinced he’s had some formal culinary training at some point. I guess I’ve picked up some know how from him.

We work great together with our breakfast assembly line. They get all of the bread ready as I continue cooking them in batches on the inconveniently small pan. Hoseok then turns his attention to cutting up some fruit, and Jimin prepares the last of the eggs to be scrambled once I’m done with the toast.

“When did you get home last night?” Jimin asks Hoseok as we’re all focused on our individual tasks.

“After midnight? Something like that,” Hoseok says with much uncertainty.

“Why do you sound so unsure?” I chuckled.

“You did it again, didn’t you?”

“No,” Hoseok replies trying to hide his face.

“Did what?” I ask wanting in on the secret.

“Nothing,” Hoseok says quickly.

“He let his crew get him drunk again,” Jimin laughs. “What happened this time?”

“Nothing we just played some games.”

“Was it another scary game?”

“They said it was supposed to be fun!!”

“Hoseok are you telling me you’re afraid of some little scary games?” I ask laughing at how red his face is. I had no idea he was such a chicken.

“That wasn’t a normal scary game!”

“That’s what you always say,” Jimin laughs.

“Pay attention to the food, will you?” Hoseok says waving us off and trying to keep his face hidden.

We continue laughing at his expense and I pull the last piece of toast from the pan. I grab a few paper towels to wipe out the pan, because for some reason these guys only own one pan. They are unbelievable.

As I’m wiping the pan out my hand slips and makes contact with the incredibly hot bottom. I’ve burned myself many times before so it’s not the worst I’ve felt, but I still yelp loudly in pain holding the base of my palm where it made contact with the pan.

It takes a moment for my senses to return to me and remind me that I should run cold water on it, but once I make that realization Jimin has already rushed me over to the sink and is holding my hand under the faucet.

“Are you ok?” He asks with much concern.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Just stings a bit.” I wince as the cool water continues running over my red palm.

“Keep it under the water a few more minutes. I’ll get some bandages to wrap it in.” He leaves the kitchen and goes into his room.

“I’m fine, really,” I say to Hoseok who’s looking at me wide eyed as if he just watched me turn into a ghost right before his eyes.

“Good. If you say so,” he says with a sigh of relief.

“I am,” I chuckle. “I’ve burned myself worse doing my hair. Doesn’t make this hurt much less though.”

“So…what were you two up to last night?” He asks with a whisper as if he trying to share a secret.

“We went out to eat with Tae and Taylor, then came back here and passed out. That’s pretty much it.”

“Tae and Taylor? So they really are together?”

“How do you know?”

“Taylor won’t shut up about him class,” Hoseok laughs. “When I asked them if they were together they turned red and didn’t give me a straight answer. So cute.”

“They are cute,” I laugh.

“Who’s that?” Jimin asks returning with a handful of ointment and bandages.

“TayTae,” I chuckle.

“And you two,” Hoseok says.

“Who two?” I ask.

“You two,” Hoseok laughs pointing at Jimin and I.

“You think we’re cute?” Jimin asks with a proud smile.

Hoseok playfully rolls his eyes. “You two weren’t…in the middle of anything were you? I didn’t interrupt…anything?” He asks chuckling nervously.

“You think I give it up after just one date?” Jimin asks while rubbing ointment on my hand. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

“Oh my god,” I say in embarrassment. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“Except making out.”

“Jimin!”

“Sorry,” he giggles while wrapping my hand in gauze.

“I don’t need to know anything else,” Hoseok chuckles. “I’m just glad you two are finally…whatever it is that you are.”

“She’s mine,” Jimin says proudly.

“Took long enough.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Go sit down,” Jimin says chuckling and guiding me out of the kitchen. “I’ll finish up.”

He gets me to have a seat on the couch and returns to the kitchen to finish off our breakfast. Once he’s done he and Hoseok join me on the couch with our plates.

Jimin insists on feeding me since my burn is on my dominant hand, he doesn’t want me to aggravate it by using a fork. I’m ok to use a fork, the burn is so minor I’ll likely forget about it in a couple of hours. Jimin isn’t convinced though. Hoseok has to scold him a bit before he finally lightens up and let’s me feed myself.

Jimin is quite protective, he keeps an eye on me as I finish my breakfast and takes my plate to the kitchen despite my legs not being impaired. Hoseok only laughs and retreats to his room once he’s done eating.

Jimin holds my hand rubbing it gently to soothe whatever pain he thinks I’m experiencing.

“I told you I’m fine,” I smile. “I probably won’t even feel it anymore soon.”

“Are you sure?” He asks with his bottom lip starting to poke out. “I just don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You’re such a sweetie. Yes I’m sure I’m ok. Don’t worry.”

“I just have to be sure,” he says lightly kissing my bandaged palm.

He’s sweet. Incredibly sweet. From keeping an eye on my hand regardless of how many times I say I’m ok, to keeping me well fed with snacks and goodies through the week as I stress study for finals.

It doesn’t take long before people on campus find out Jimin and I are together now. What I didn’t realize was that people had already thought we were together so it was no surprise to anyone.

Everyone is feeling the pressure as finals week begins, but we all planned to get together once it’s all over. Jimin and I, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, JK, and TayTae. Jimin also invited Yoongi, but I’m not expecting him to show, he’s nice but he’s also a bit of a hermit.

We’ll all be going our separate ways for the holidays so Saturday night is the one time we’ll be able to hangout before we all leave. Jimin’s brother was going to pick him up to take him home, but since we’re going to the same town anyway I offered to drive him home and save his brother the trip. Plus I’ll get 2 hours in the car with him before we split to spend time with our families.

I don’t want to seem clingy by wanting to see him while he’s with his family, but still he assured me that if I want to see him at any time I can call him whenever. I don’t want to get in the way but it’s still nice to know that I can see my boyfriend if I need an escape from my crazy family.

When Saturday comes we’re all relieved to be done with the semester. Jin offered up our apartment as the hangout spot for everyone since he’s such a gracious host. I just wish he had talked to me about it first. I don’t mind, I just don’t like having to clean up afterwards. Maybe I can beat him at a game of rock, paper, scissors and have him do all of the cleaning.

Everyone comes by bringing various drinks and foods for us to enjoy. To my surprise even Yoongi shows up with a bottle of whiskey. As it turns out that’s all he needs to come out of his shell and become the life of the party.

Tae is the DJ for the evening and it seems Yoongi enjoys just about every song that comes on. He dances and jokes around with everyone as his face gets more flushed as the night goes on.

I also learned that tipsy Hoseok is a bit quieter than sober Hoseok. For a moment I thought he was in another dimension until Jimin snuck up and scared him half to death, to the amusement of the rest of us.

Tipsy Taylor is stuck to Tae like their life depends on it, and Tae is loving every second of it. They’re in their own little world dancing across the floor and clearly no longer interested in keeping their relationship a secret from the rest of the world. Either that or they’re just comfortable enough with everyone here. Either way, I’m happy that they’re having a good time.

Tipsy Jin is the most entertaining. He’s already incredibly charismatic sober, but when he’s been drinking he’s 100 times more fun. The jokes flow out of him so easily and he always knows how to find a way to bring everyone to tears from laughing so hard.

It’s even more entertaining to see him and a tipsy JK playing random games and being chaotic together. Jin keeps trying to arm wrestle JK, who practices martial arts for fun, but Jin never plays fair. Always trying to distract JK or do something that’s clearly cheating by anyone’s standards.

Tipsy Namjoon is incredibly chill. He’s much less chaotic than everyone else here when he’s drinking. He simply enjoys his surroundings and laughs along with everyone else. The only difference is his tipsy volume is much louder. When he laughs it’s like the entire city can hear him. Not only that, but I think it’s funny that a lot of his laughter is thanks to Yoongi and his impromptu karaoke session, complete with choreography and air drumming.

Jimin doesn’t stray too far from my side. He’s very affectionate and playful when he’s drinking. More so than usual. Even with a little teasing from the others he doesn’t seem to care. His focus, and his hands, are on me the entire night and I’m loving every moment of it.

We party and have a great time well into the night until one by one everyone starts heading home. Since I’m driving Jimin home tomorrow he stays the night with me.

JK also stays the night sleeping on our couch. He and Jin will be around a couple of more days before going home so they’ll be working on a highlight reel for Jin. Seems JK has gotten a lot of footage of Jin acting as well as hosting various events. I don’t know if he’s trying to act in dramas or host variety shows, but either way he’s got plenty of experience.

The next morning Jimin helps me pack up some clothes and a few things I’ll be taking home with me that I don’t need crowding my tiny space in this apartment. It’s amazing how much stuff I accumulate over the course of a semester.

After packing my things and saying goodbye to Jin and JK I take Jimin back to his place so he can get his things packed. I’m surprised that Hoseok is awake when we get there, I was sure he’d probably still be asleep and hungover. He’s leaving later in the afternoon but wants to clean the entire place before he goes stating that he doesn’t like coming back to a messy home. I can’t blame him, but I’m way too lazy for all of that.

Once Jimin is all packed and ready to go we say goodbye to Hoseok and begin our two hour journey home. Jimin plays DJ and we sing our lungs out for nearly the entire trip. We laugh and snack on some goodies we brought along for the ride.

Having him in the car makes the drive so much more fun. Having him in my life makes my days so much more brighter.

[darling2411]

I thought I did

18+ minors DNI

pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader 

summary: You forget that you asked Damon to come over today

warnings: masturbation (f and m), shitty ending

ⓘ Hope there are no typos but if there are, I’m sorry:))

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You laid on your bed. A few minutes ago you were doing school stuff.

Now your hand traveled down your body.

Slowly inching closer to their destination, eager to complete the task of getting yourself off.

It was normal right?

Everybody needed a little stress relief sometimes.

You pushed passed the waistband of your panties and your fingers made contact with your soft flesh. Sliding further down you gathered your wetness and spread it, rubbing your clit delicately.

Drawing circles around it your hips bucked up chasing the sweet release. A moan escaped your parted lips as you felt your slickness increasing, soaking your fingers.

While you were doing a perfect job at masturbating Damon, your best Friend, made his way to your front door. Not bothering to ring the doorbell he took out the backup key hidden in your plants and unlocked the door. Closing it he heard pants and whimpers coming from your room. Jumping to the wrong conclusion he ran over to your closed bedroom door.

You were still clueless that your best friend had entered your home and now stood in-front of you bedroom door, hearing you.

Damon wanted to open the door but when he heard you moaning he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, mouth slack.

Were you getting yourself off ?

His imagination ran wild.

Imagines of your soaked fingers and dripping cunt flashed trough his mind, right before pictures of him on his knees in front of you, pleasuring you, followed.

Why was he thinking of you like that?

You were best friends, nothing more.

But it also had been some time since the last time he had been intimate with someone.

Hence why your sound made him react in this kind of way, imagines drowning his mind, dick hardening and longing flooding his vines.

Your fingers slid trough your wetness ,gathering it and spreading it to your clit.

Rubbing fast circles around your bud you felt your orgasm approaching.You’re hips bucked uncontrollably and your toes curled.

A silent scream left your lips when you tipped over the edge, a buzzing feeling flooding trough you.

You were slowly coming down from your orgasm it was the first but you intended to have at least one more today, you deserved it.

Panting and breathing hard you heard a groan coming from the direction of your door.

You turned your face to the door, shock written over your features and hand still on your cunt you saw Damon leaning against your door, hand on his groin palming his hard one trough his jeans.

You were frozen in place, your brain not able to comprehend the situation.

Damon, your best friend, was standing inside your room. Watching you get yourself off while palming his boner.

When your mind processed this information you eyes widened and your mouth opened in a loud squeak.

“ Damon! What the hell are you doing here?”

“You uhm”, his gaze was still latched onto you heating up your skin and making your pussy clench.” I- you, we… . Today is movie night. I thought you were still at work that’s why I used the spare key.”

“Oh fuck me, I wanted to cancel our plans. I thought I did.”

“If you insist.” He gave you a smirk.

“ what do you mean?”

“ well you said fuck me and I can do exactly that, [y/n]. “Of course this was the only thing he heard.

Who was this man standing in front of you, definitely not you best friend.

“ you want to do what?! We’re best friends…”

“ Yeah we are. And you cunt is glistening with arousal an my dick is leaking with pre cum. So we either both get ourselves of or help each other finish.”

You starred at him in shock. He couldn’t be serious.

This would change everything.

Or maybe he just saw this a stress relief .

Relief ,that’s what you were seeking and if he was the one who could bring you to feel this sweet blissful release you wouldn’t dare to say no.

“ Okay.”

“ Okay?” Damon asked slightly shocked not expecting you to say yes to his idea.

“Yeah we can do it. But not like you suggested. I will touch myself and you can touch yourself but no touching each other alright?”

“No head?”

“N-no.” You said not sure about your decision.

“But I can talk right?”

“You can talk as much as you want.”

The silence that filled your room was crushing, weird and filled with sexual tension.

Yes this situation was awkward as hell but it also turned you on to the maximum.

When Damon eventually begun to unzip his jeans and pulled down his boxers you eyes were focused on his every move.

His rock hard cock hit his abdomen, truthfully already leaking pre cum.

You traced the veins of his length with your eyes just as your tongue would.

“ Like what you see baby? Bet you wish you could suck my cock right know.”

Your mouth watered.

“I would have let you but you didn’t want this remember?”

You regretted that decision. You wanted to suck him off so bad. Instead you pulled your shirt over your head and started kneading your breasts and flicking your nipples. The sensation making you moan and Damon groan.

“ Oh fuck you’re beautiful. What I would do do suck on those breast of yours. Beautiful,fucking beautiful.“

Using his pre cum as lubricant Damon’s hand begun jacking him off. The movement of his hand changing between fast and slow, teasing himself.

Traveling form your breast your right hand made its way to your core. You let your fingers envelop your silky folds. Gasping when you dipped your index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your clit.

The movement not going unnoticed by Damon he let out a loud moan. His pumps faltering slightly.

His eyes never leaving you.

“ Spread those gorgeous legs for me baby. Want to see you, all of you.”

Ignoring the butterflies in your belly you opened your legs some more.

“ Such a pretty pussy. Would love to eat you out. I know you would taste amazing.” The thought alone made him move his hand faster.

“ Wish I could fuck you. Could make you feel so good.”

Your body jolted with pleasure, your hips grinding into the mattress while you rubbed your clit.

One finger pushed into you with force while your other hand still massaged your boobs.

Moaning you moved your fingers faster and faster until your body trembled and you were about to tip over the edge when Damon said.

“Don’t you dare come without me. I’m almost fucking there.”

Thrusting into his hand Damon sped up his movement letting out a pornographic moan.

“Almost there” he groaned.

Rubbing your clit faster you couldn’t hold it any longer. “ Damon I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m gonna-“ and with a loud moan of his name you reached your high and fell over the edge.

Groaning out your name Damon released all over his hand a bits even hit his stomach. Panting you laid on your bed while Damon still leaned against your door, apparently he slide down, because he now was in a sitting position.

After some time when you both begun breathing normally again you wanted to get up and get something to clean you up when Damon came over to your and said “let me do this.”

He pushed you back on the bed and laid between your legs.

“ let’s find out if your tastes just as sweet as I imagine.”were the last words heard before the room was filled with whimpers and moans.

[mythicalshipping]

*deep breath* 

Y’ALL.

Okay, so I’d seen the cuddling videos and wasn’t really sure what to expect with this one...

...excuse me, their WHAT now?

This feels like a fic prompt. Like the writers just...browsed Rhink Tumblr for an idea that Wouldn’t Go Too Far. 

Rhett was just demonstrating, but Link couldn’t help himself and was like “ME FIRST!” 

Dude, you’re not covering your a** at all with this, but nice try. 

WHY DOES LINK HAVE THIS DREAMY-EYED ~*MY HEART STOPS WHEN HE SAYS MY NAME~* LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE??!? WE ARE BARELY INTO THE EP.

Is Link like, unable to hug people (or maybe just Rhett?) with his eyes open? If so, that is so adorable and I can’t deal with it, excuse me while I walk into the sea. 

Not Link’s hand pressing and Rhett’s chin pressing fOr ScIeNcE.

LINK’S ~*FACE~* IS JUST PURE BLISS (and I’m sure he wasn’t low-key thinking that if Rhett just tilted his head down a lil’ further, it’d be a forehead kiss). 

LINK LOCKING HIS HANDS LIKE THIS LIKE IT WAS THE 1800S AND HE WAS WONDERING WHEN RHETT WOULD RETURN FROM THE WAR.

Link couldn’t let go. ;-; PLS. HALP.

DAYUM just calling Link out; I wouldn’t have noticed, but now I cannot unthink about the locked hands ;-;

Link patted Noah because only Rhett has a key to his lock... ;-;

Charles Lincoln “Who’s jealous? I’m not jealous” Neal III

...

I watched this clip back and it DEFINITELY wasn’t...am I alone in this? 

Either way...someone is jelllyyyyyyy.

Maybe Link just wanted an excuse to talk about his Rick Rubin dream...science is still out on what exactly dreams meme but THIS is kinda telling, just sayin’... ;) 

RHETT’S FACE AFTERWARD, BY THE WAY

Not the mirrored stances ;-;

Link’s facial expressions through this entire episode look positively o*gasmic whenever he’s hugging Rhett. 

CHASE’S LIL FACE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE HERE (and hey, I’d ship this ;) )

“You want to envelope me?” ;-; (And also, fun fact, if you are shorter than your partner, and they wanna be little spoon, just shift so that your head is resting slightly above theirs and wrap an arm around their waist). 

THIS IS SO TENDER I JUST ;-; And Rhett’s face is pressed up right against Link’s nealples. 

“DON’T WORRY” SHUT UP I AM CRYING ;-;

*UGLY SOBBING* OH MY FREAKING GOD

...Uh, okay...not where I was expecting this ep. to go but...

Stevie giving 11/10 commentary, and also can I just point out RHETT’S. FACE.

JEALOUSY, TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA

SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES, CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS 

Yeah, real coherent response there Rhett. 

Rhett suggesting they just *actually* make out. As if he could handle the FEELS. I wish someone would have called his bluff. XD

Rhett is the Princess of Genovia, I don’t make the rules. (peach-worthy and I were totally on the same page with this one ;) ). 

So...what exactly do you want to feel from these hugs, Rhett?

HE JUST SAYS IT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT AND HE JUST GOES AND SAYS IT. 

Rhett low-key panicking.

:O WAIT

...You...YOU’RE GOING TO DEMONSTRATE THIS?!?!?

This screencap is unedited. Noah is all of us. (And okay okay, so they didn’t REALLY kiss obviously, but a girl can dream right?)

And so, it’s time for Stevie to reveal if leaning to the left when you hug someone is more romantic or platonic. And Link is just like “I’m just gonna put in a Superman pose and pretend that everything here is for science.” 

Link is fidgeting SO MUCH here.

Finally, a man of truth. ;) 

But is his guess correct?

Rhett and Link standing there just re-evaluating their entire lives.

CLEARLY THE SCIENE IS WRONG.

Rhett grasping onto this for dear life. 

Stevie...that is fanfic writing ma’am. 

Oh no. WhatEVER will they do? ;) 

He’s not wrong, but it’ll come back to haunt him a bit later. ;) 

Jessie is such a real one <3

Rhett beckoning Link for them to try the five second hug before pedaling tf BACK, in fear that he seems too eager. 

...for what? In case it goes on too long? XD

Link fighting the urge to lock his hands ;-;

Link truly is unable to hug Rhett without looking entirely blissful. Rhett patting Link’s back and counting out the pats to take away some of his own worry, but Link, even still, looks happy anyway. 

Noah is all of us looking on. 

NOT LINK ON HIS TIPPY TOES ;-; 

Link Neal and his PROJECTION.

...you guys good there? lol

LINK SHUT UP THAT IS SO SWEET I CANNOT. ;-;

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE.* SURE RHETT.

RHETT YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AFTERWARDS. ;-;

Not this mirroring...

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE*, SO LESS SPICE IT UP WITH OUR OWN FANFIC?!?! HELLO?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?! (Omfg my stream of consciousness screenshotting self named this “you mean like your mission trip?” D:)

I think I’ve read this fic before...

IM SCREAMING?!!?!?!? THIS CANON DIVERGENCE?!?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?!

OH GOD AND LINK TOOK THIS SO SERIOUSLY. NOT ONLY DID HE UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT, HE WENT FOR THE EXTRA CREDIT. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Noah’s face once again being all of ours. 

*UGLY SOBBING* LINK PLS.

RHETT AND NOW YOU SAY THIS?!? LINK AT LEAST TRIED TO “DEFEND” Y’ALL, WITH THE MENTION OF “THE CONVERSATION” HELPING. 

STEVIE HAS BEEN TRYING TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN SINCE DAY 1, I GUARANTEE IT. 

This is their suggestion and I JUST...pls I need (another?) Mythical OT4 beach ep. 

Link just SINKING into the hug. 

...WTF auto-generated closed captions?

THE EFFING NUZZLE I IRL SQUEAKED!!!!

Me trying to recover from this ep. 

Idk what part of the ep this was in, but I need a GMM London trip because of reasons. 

[sevikasmainwhore]

I love your sevika HC’s so much😭 but I’m not here for that,

Would the woman of arcane be good parents, what would their favorite thing to do with their kid be? (Optional, would they want more kids?)

this made me laugh. thank you my love 💖💖

Raising a Family with Arcane Women

❤️ Vi would doubt her skills as a mother. She’d think that maybe she isn’t doing anything right. Of course you’d reassure her and remind her of how far she came. Your both raising a beautiful girl and Vi is doing everything that she promised she would. Anyone was gonna make a mistake when it came to being a parent. In reality Vi was doing better than you from the looks of it. One thing you’d always find both of them doing is exploring the backyard. It was like small little adventures they’d both go on and they’d come back with whatever they found in the woods. It was almost like raising two kids. Most of Vi childhood was snatched from her so you never complained about things like this. Vi thought about it herself but never brought it up to you about having another kid. One was enough and she also didn’t want you to go through any of that again.

💙 Caitlyn was confident in her skills as a mother. But not overly confident. She was confused most of the time because it was hard raising a boy. She’d ask her father to watch after him from time and that helped a lot. He was the first person to go to whenever she needed a question answered. She went to her mother to and she was a big help. Whenever Caitlyn and her son spent time together, Caitlyn always told him about what she saw on patrol but make them appealing to him. Like fairytales. His eyes would absolutely light up and Caitlyn loved it. You all sat up one night in Caitlyn and Your shared bedroom, and Caitlyn told the story of how she stopped a robbery with a fiery magic sword and your son had a look of absolute bliss and amazement in his eyes. Moments like that really were worth living for. You brought up the idea of having another one and Caitlyn was really hesitant about it because she was fine with just one, but if it’s what you wanted then so be it.

💛 Mel wasn’t confident in her skills as her mother, but she knew she wanted to be better than her mother and that’s what kept her going. Going in the wrong direction though because your daughter is spoiled rotten. You’d pull Mel to the side and tell her she would have to put her foot down and tell her No. Mel knew this and it would work for maybe a day or too. You two had made a deal that you’d be the one to put the foot down. When you couldn’t spend time with them, they’d be out on the balcony painting or coloring. Of course it would hurt that you couldn’t be out there with them but your sadness was quickly washed away whenever they’d come in and show you the final product. Mel with a sly smile and y’all’s daughter a huge smile on her pretty face. Mel actually wanted another child, she wanted to build a family with you, just something that she’d always wanted. To finally feel like someone wants her.

🧡 Grayson had doubts of being a mother because of her age. That didn’t stop her from being a mother though, but it was always a thought that was in the back of her mind. You noticed something off about Grayson one night and you asked her about it. She spilled everything to you. You wanted to cry just hearing that thought like that. Grayson was an amazing mother even better than you. There would be times when your son can to you with sparkles in his eyes to tell you something about what mama Grayson did for him and it made your heart swell. At that you knew that Grayson just let something get the best of her because she was doing everything she said she would and more. Something that you loved watching was whenever they played Cops ‘n’ Robbers and Grayson would be the Robber playing pretend and her son would be the cop, chasing after Grayson with a toy gun. Sometimes they’d let you in and you’ll be the “Damsel in Distress” and it’ll just be one big family game. It was moments like that when Grayson wouldn’t trade anything in the world for. You thought about having another kid but Grayson immediately declined. Just one was enough stress and Grayson couldn’t handle that. On top of being an enforcer too? Yea she’d pass. The thought has played in her mind though.

🤎Ambessa was overly confident in her skills as a mother, she thought she could do no wrong and you didn’t like this. You brought it up to her one night and it like a while other side of her came out. She knew she wasn’t the best mother but she was scared she was gonna mess up again and she didn’t want that. After that it was like things changed. Ambessa was slow with raising y’all’s daughter. Never rushing into things and you’d both just spend a lot of evenings together as a family. Something you’d catch them doing was shit talking with one of Ambessas guards. You didn’t know if it was a binding thing or not but it seemed to bring them joy and were okay with that. Of course they’d always come back and tell you all the tea. Ambessa actually did want another child, only one child though. You thought about it because having another child with Ambessa sounded fun you just didn’t want to go through any of that again.

💜 Sevika was all over the place. One minute she loves being a mother the next she’s crying with her head in your lap about how she’s messing up. Moments like those you could see that being a mother was taking a toll on her. When this did happen you’d run your fingers through her hair and whisper about how she didn’t need to be a perfect mother. She was doing everything she promised she’d do and that was everything to you. After that Sevika would be her regular self but with a little pep in her step. You’d laugh at her. One thing they did often was play cards. You figured it was because he watched her play cards growing up and just caught on. For his age he was really good at. You’d hear a loud groan and see your son running up to you with a huge smile on his face telling you about his winnings while a mopey Sevika followed behind him. You would congratulate him and let him pick out anything he wanted in the shops of Zaun or Piltover. Sevika would be the one to pay though. Sevika wonders what it would be like to have another child. Would she feel like this still? Would everything be different? How would you react?

💟 Renata was an amazing mother. It was like a switch that clicked in her mind and she just knew the do’s and don’t’s of motherhood. Of course she had her moments and when those happened you were right there beside her. Renata didn’t exactly have a good childhood so she did everything she could to make sure her daughter had everything she needed and wanted. Renata said “No” a lot but when it came to her daughter it was like “No” never existed. You tried to put your foot down because you didn’t want your daughter spoiled rotten and not listen and Renata was on with you because she understood where you were coming from. She, however, failed and ended up getting your daughter he own toy store. You just revoked both of their money privileges. They both enjoyed writing together. Renata would write small little fairytales her daughter could read whenever she wasn’t home or felt sad and her daughter would just write whatever was on her mind. They would exchange these and even read them to you. You pinned some of them around the house. Renata wondered what it would be like to have another child too. She didn’t say she wanted one or say she didn’t want another one. But it was always in the back of mind. What would be different, How would she react?