#i made this solely because i currently have a cold lmao

[godmerlin]

Merlin 5x03 The Death Song of Uther Pendragon

[astraystayyh]

Hi again, that angst anon from before hehe. No smut is totally fine! I wanted to request a piece where the reader has to kinda break-up w their skz s/o (or even vice versa) and they try to give their s/o a memorable kind of last day together? Ofc the said s/o doesn't know it yet?

Idk where this came from 😭 like totally not channeling my own breakup lmao. also, pls ignore if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure love <3

Beginning of the end

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: ANGST

Summary: You are breaking up with Chan, he just doesn't know it yet.

Author's note: I hope you are doing well lovely anon <3 Hopefully, this is what you wanted I'd love to hear your feedback!! Since you said that reader has to break up with their s/o, I made it related to work reasons, but you can imagine anything else, I didn't really dive into details.

Please leave your thoughts in the comments or reblogs,, I read every single one of them!!! Also, listen to "The night we met" if you can while reading, I think it really fits the vibe <33

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Loving Chan was the easiest thing you've ever done in your life. In the nine months you've been together, you quickly got accustomed to him. To his presence, to his words, to his smiles, to his touches. Sometimes, you couldn't remember what life was like before him.

You liked to imagine that you'd be together for the rest of your lives, that you'd spend every waking moment with him. It has never crossed your mind that there was a possibility he'd leave, or that worse, you'd end up leaving him.

But here you were, sitting on the edge of your empty bed, your phone tightly clutched in your hand. You've just received the job offer of a lifetime, an opportunity you've been fighting, working, and dreaming of since you graduated. The only problem is that it was on the other side of the world. You'd have to leave behind the comfort of your current life, and home- Chan.

You allowed yourself a couple of seconds of bliss, where you imagined you'd get both the job and Chan. But as much as you didn't want to, you had to face the cruel reality. Your relationship wouldn't survive if you left.

You barely saw him as it is and it would be too hard to maintain a healthy long-distance relationship. It would require too much effort, something you both can't put on because of your jobs. Loving each other would become tiring, the love would turn to resentment, then hate. You couldn't allow that.

And you were in love with Chan, you adored him with every fiber of your soul. But you knew that if you stayed the 'what ifs' would haunt you. How far would you have made it? Would you have been happier had you left? You'd lash out at him and it wasn't fair, not to him, not to you.

The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your haze- it was Chan coming back from his studio. You quickly stand up, wiping away the tears that have managed to escape from your eyes. You plaster a fake smile on your face, heading out of the bedroom to meet him.

"Hi darling," Chan greets you as soon as he sees you, opening his arms wide for you to hug him. You skip towards him and sink into his touch -as if he was the sun and you've been in the cold for too long.

You've always found Chan's hugs healing, there was something about the way he wrapped his arms around you that made you feel so safe, so comforted; as if your bodies were made solely to get lost in each other. But tonight, his hug had the opposing effect, tonight it felt like the calm before the storm. The beginning of the end.

Sometime later, Chan joins you in bed after eating his dinner. He brings your body to his and you snuggle closer to him. "Honey?" he calls out in a soft voice and you hum in reply. "Are you okay? You've been quiet tonight," he asks you as his hand slowly skims up and down your arm.

You thought he didn't notice but of course he did, he has always been very attentive to you.

"Just tired," you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his bare chest.

"There is something more," he points out, leaning away to look at you properly. Your eyes well up with tears under his watchful gaze. You loved his eyes so much. "Hey, hey, don't cry baby," he shushes, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "You'll talk to me about it when you are ready, yeah?" he coos at you, using the gentle tone he only reserved for times like these.

"Alright," you whisper back, pulling him closer to your body once again.

"You don't need to hide from me, yn. I know you like the back of my hand."

You've always found the expression "knowing someone like the back of your hand" funny. It entailed that human beings remain unchanged over the years, just like the lines stretching on our palms do.

You felt that humans were more like seasons. We know that there is an autumn, followed by a winter, a spring and finally a summer. But seasons surprise us each time they visit, and sometimes you can no longer recognize the one you are in; just like you no longer recognize yourself at some points in your life.

And tonight, Chan saw you as an eternal summer, warm and loving. But you were an ending autumn, slipping between his fingers and morphing into a cold and lonely winter. He just didn't know it yet.

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You haven't slept for the past three days.

You stayed awake each night watching Chan; engraving each one of his features into your memory. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your arms, mumbling your name every now and then. He trusted you with his heart, you realized, and you were about to break it in half.

They always talk about leaving someone that had hurt you, the cruel words spitted out, the pretty vases shattered, the angry tears spilled. Chaotic breakups, a perfect end for a horrible relationship. But what about breaking up with someone you still love? How do you let go of someone who has been nothing but kind to you?

You knew that no matter how much you didn't want to, your final conversation with Chan would be a painful one. But you didn't want him to remember you that way, you wanted to leave him with a fond memory, a token of the love you both held for each other.

So, when there are only two days left until you have to give your final reply, you decide to spend one last memorable day with him.

It starts off with the breakfast you cooked for him. You brought it to him to bed and he gave you such a dazzling smile, you almost dropped the plate you were holding. You then drove to that one arcade he's been raving about, and he seemed so carefree there, you felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of what was to come.

Throughout the day, you tried your best to forget. As you ordered his favorite food, played his favorite music, fixed his jacket, fed him ice cream, and held his hand. You tried to forget that it was the last time you'd get to do it, the last time you'd get to love him.

Your final destination was the beach, Chan's favorite place before he met you. You never thought that one day, there would be an 'after you'.

You were now sitting on the sand, your back leaning on Chan's chest while you watched the sun cast down. "You know, I want to spend the rest of my sunsets with you", he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. You remain silent, you couldn't tell him that this sunset was your last.

"I love you", you finally reply and he hugs you tighter to him, "I love you too."

"No, Chan. Listen, I love you. I love you so much. Whatever the future brings, don't forget it, please", you turn around, holding his hands tightly in your sweaty ones. Chan's eyebrows furrow when he looks at you, you've never been this desperate for a promise. "Promise me. Promise me you won't forget it. You won't forget that I love you", you beg, your breathing labored now.

He grabs your face between his hands, anchoring you back to him. "What is going on yn? What's wrong?" he asks.

"Just promise me, please. Just this one thing."

"I promise yn, I promise baby. Just calm down, I'm here", he reassures, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Your silent tears dampen his t-shirt and he can feel his worry deepen. He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Baby, talk to me, please. You've been distant these past few days, and now out of the blue we go out and so happen to do all of my favorite things... What's going on? You're scaring me."

This is it then, the point of no return.

"I... I got a job offer. The one I've been dreaming about", you start off, there was no use in hiding it any further.

"That's amazing baby, I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate and tell-", he excitedly rambles and you cut him off, "No. No... Listen to me. It's... it's on the other side of the world."

"Oh...", his joy fizzles out as realization dawns on him; the pieces of the puzzle suddenly falling into place.

He can see it too now, the countdown, the beginning of the end.

"Is this why you've brought me here today? Spending all this time with me only to...", he scoffs incredulously, "only to leave me afterward?"

"I didn't know how to tell you and I- I wanted us to have a final memory together", you explain, your hands reaching out toward him. He steps back as if your touch had burned him.

"Did it ever occur to you that if you left me after this it would hurt me even more?!", he shouts, standing up and pacing furiously in front of you. "You just gave me a taste of what the rest of our lives could have been like and now you're leaving?!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Chan, I- I'm so sorry. You have to believe me, please. It wasn't my intention!" you cry out. You never wanted it to end like this.

Chan takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair angrily. He doesn't look at you as he mutters a cold "let's go home."

The car ride back is tense, you don't know what to say, not when he's this angry, not when he's driving. When you arrive, he stares off into the distance, his jaw clenching every two seconds. "Go without me. I need time to myself," he tells you.

You oblige, understanding where he's coming from. As soon as you close the door of the car he drives off, leaving you standing all alone on the sidewalk.

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You are curled around yourself in a ball, the pillow beneath you is wet from your unstopping stream of tears. It's been a few hours since Chan has left; few hours less in the time you have left together.

The front door opens and you shut your eyes closed. You remain as still as possible when Chan enters your bedroom and lays right next to you. "I know you're awake yn", he whispers and you open your eyes, turning around to look at him in the dim light.

"Did you eat? I left you dinner in the kitchen", you say in a quiet voice and he nods faintly. "I saw. Thank you."

The mere centimeters between your bodies stretch farther and farther, turning into a vast ocean you can't seemingly cross. Chan can clearly feel it now- he's lost a war he never wanted to partake in.

"I will miss your dinners and the notes you wrote with them. I've kept all of them in a-", his voice cracks, "in a box under the bed."

"I know", you whisper, voice hoarse. "I saw it one day when I was cleaning. You even kept the flower I gave you on our first date," you choke out and he smiles sadly.

"I wanted to show them to our kids one day."

His words linger in the air, suffocating you. You can no longer hold it within- the sobs begging to come out, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry", you cry and he pulls you to him instantly.

"I know", he pats your head down and you cry harder.

"I never- I never wanted to hurt you. I swear, I swear."

"I know. I know, honey."

"And I love you, and I'm sorry- I'm sorry that it's not enough to make me stay."

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you, don't apologize."

You pull away, leaning in forward to kiss him goodbye. Your salty tears mingle with his, and you pour it all out in this kiss- your love, your pain, your remorse. You can feel his desperation as his lips meet yours for the last time, a part of him wanting to scream at you that you could have this for the rest of your life. That you could still make it work. But he doesn't. Instead, he settles on meeting your lips in a heart wrenching kiss, trying his hardest to make it last; as if he could live off the feeling you give him alone.

When you finally pull away, you gently wipe his tears away with the sleeve of your hoodie and he does the same. "Let's just act as if nothing's happening. Sleep as usual, yeah?" he says as he nuzzles his nose with yours softly.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"I will". He won't. "Good night darling, I love you."

"Good night, Channie. I love you more."

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The sun streaming through your curtains wakes you up. You pat the spot beside you only to find it cold and empty, save for a letter carefully placed on the bed. You quickly open it, hot tears already blurring your vision.

"My love,

You wanted to give me a memory to remember you by, and you did. It wasn't our time at the beach, I'm afraid. It was you fast asleep in my arms last night. Those are the moments I fell in love with you in, quiet peaceful times where I could simply exist and admire you. I used to hate the fact that I couldn't sleep but I no longer minded it with you, it meant I could stare at you as much as I wanted. I suppose I'd have to find something else to do now.

My love, those past months with you have been the happiest of my life. And I see you everywhere now, I see you in the stars and sunsets, I see you in pretty gardens and in all the places we went to together. Loving you has been healing, loving you has been soft, loving you has been peaceful. And I wouldn't lie to you; I was ready to beg you to stay. It scared me to think of a world where I wouldn't be with you anymore.

But I realized I couldn't ask that of you, it was that passion you held within you that made me admire you in the first place. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you dimmed your fire just for me. So, wherever you go, I hope you shine brightly, my beautiful star. I hope you are fulfilled and I hope that waking up every day feels like a gift to you.

I suppose that no matter how much I wanted to, we weren't meant to be in this lifetime. But I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'd go through the pain of losing you if it meant I'd get to love you at some point in my life.

You've told me yesterday that you loved me, but it wasn't enough for you to stay. So don't worry, my yn, I love you and it's enough for me to let you go.

Yours, Chan.

P.S: I took the box with me and in a way, our memories with it. But our love will remain despite everything. I hope you'll always feel it too".

You hug the letter tightly to your chest, painful sobs racking through your body.

That was the last time you ever heard from Chan.

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Part 2.

[assembletheimagines]

Could you do a smut where Bucky has the alter ego of the winter soldier and you push his last button on where you flirt with one of the team members!❤️🖤🥵

Mine

summary: Bucky reminds you who you belong to

warnings:  18+ to interact, smut, pet names, orgasm denial, cream pie, choking

note: Don’t come for me idk how to write lmao my mind is a puddle of goo rn and all I heard was Bucky gets jealous and shows you who you belong to~

tag list: @potatothots @elle14-blog1 @getwellsoontana @avengetheunnatural @littlelightnings

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Bucky’s grip on your arm didn’t falter until you were in a semi-empty room.

Boxes were here and there, some even stacked on top of one another, most likely filled with supplies or art work since you both were currently attending an exhibit for heroes. But you couldn’t focus on that, no, your eyes were solely on Bucky who stood before you giving you the same attention.

“You think you’re cute, huh?” His tone was dark, eyes icy as he narrowed them at you. And you felt a pleasant shiver run down your spine because of it. You smiled at the super soldier and decided to feign innocence.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” your response wasn’t what Bucky was looking for, but that wasn’t a surprise. You could have sworn his eyes shined like he was actually pleased with your answer.

“Oh, so you think it’s fine to be pressed up against Sam?” Bucky mused and the air shifted, the tension building with every second you two stayed in the small room. “You don’t think I saw you flirting with him?” He asked and your mind flashed the memory that was only minutes ago.

I mean, in your defense, the exhibit was boring. You believed the heroes did deserve the praise they got but while everyone fawned over Bucky and Steve, everyone else was just kind of casted aside?

Sam, who was also a hero and attendee had easily sidled up to you by the bar as reporters and women hung onto every word the super soldiers spoke while Tony didn’t pay attention to anyone but Pepper, flirting in the corner like they were a bunch of teenagers.

Natasha, Clint, Yelena, and Kate were nowhere to be seen since the four of them snuck out before anything even begun and the other newest recruits of the hero world walked around the exhibit together in awe in the meantime.

And if you were being honest, you weren’t even sure why you were there. So, with Sam knocking back his whiskey and then ordering another for himself and another drink for you. You decided to have some innocent fun.

And you were banking on Bucky noticing. Smiling when you caught his gaze as you brushed your hand down Sam’s arm, laughing at something he had said.

It didn’t take long before you were exactly where you were now.

“Well, you were busy,” you hummed and Bucky crossed his arms over his chest.

“Bend over,” the command was simple but it immediately had your imagination running wild as you continued to stand as you were, a jolt of electricity running through your body at his words.

“Excuse me?” Bucky wasn’t going to repeat himself and didn’t waste any further time as he walked over to you and immediately turned you around by the waist. He pushed you forward until you found yourself bent over one of the stacked boxes in the small room.

You felt warmth on your back as Bucky leaned over you and brought his mouth close to your ear. “When I tell you to do something,” his voice was low and cold and it made you shiver in response. “You do it.” And then his hands were on your dress, pulling it up.

“Bucky-” you started but got cut off as his fingers pulled your panties to the side and slid up your wet folds earning a moan from you.

“You’re mine,” he growled and you could only gasp as his fingers suddenly filled you as his other hand kept you bent over. “But if I have to remind you,” he began to thrust his fingers, filling the room with your moans as he picked up the pace. “Then I will.”

Your mouth dropped open as he added another digit and your own fingers clutched onto the edge of the box as Bucky stretched and filled you with his fingers again and again.

You were always so responsive for Bucky and it didn’t help that he knew what spots made you moan so pretty for him. But just as the coil in your abdomen began to expand, his fingers were removed and you were hearing a zipper sliding down.

“Bucky-” you went to look over your shoulder but just then, he lined his cock to your entrance and pushed in. The action made your head drop and your walls stretch to accommodate his length as he groaned above you.

“Take it all, Bunny.” His words made you keen and his hands held onto your hips. “I know you can.” He cooed and you moaned as you felt every inch of his cock slowly fill you up.

And once his pelvis pushed against your ass and he bottomed out, he was already moving back. He left only the head of his cock inside before thrusting forward and stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Mine,” he growled and began to pick up the pace. The sound of skin hitting skin and your moans resonated through the small room and made him go faster with each thrust. Pounding into you as you held onto the box. “You’re mine and only mine,” he grunted and your mind began to fog up. The pleasure coursing through you and fueling the coil in your abdomen as he rolled his hips into you over and over.

“Yours,” you gasped and your eyes rolled up as his right hand wrapped around your throat and brought you up. Your back was now against his chest as he rutted his hips into you. “Only yours,” you babbled and Bucky squeezed as his metal fingers found your clit.

“That’s right, baby.” His mouth brushed the back of your shoulder and you clenched around his cock as the new angle had him hitting the gummy spot inside you with each thrust.

Your hands found a home on his wrist that rested between your thighs and in his hair as your orgasm approached faster and faster. “Bucky, I’m-” you felt a new wave of slick pool causing Bucky to move even easier inside of you.

And then your mouth dropped as Bucky’s fingers tightened their grip around your neck and his metal fingers stopped rubbing your clit to his strokes. You clenched around his length and felt him twitch inside of you before groaning as he found his release. Rope after rope of his cum painted your walls white as you whined, not reaching your own orgasm with him.

“Aw, you really think I’m gonna let you cum, huh?” He cooed down at you, faking sincerity as he filled you up. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking before pulling out and placing your panties back in place. “Only good girls cum, Bunny.”

You were still in a state of shock as you faced him. And you were right, Bucky smirked as he met your eyes. His hands ran through his hair, fixing it from when you were clutching on to it. “Bucky!” You said his name in frustration, you could feel the mess between your thighs as he fixed his slacks unphased.

“I told you; I would help remind you that you’re mine.” He hummed and fixed his cuff links. “And if you behave, I’ll reward you later.” And then he was slipping out of the room, returning back to the exhibit, leaving you flustered and needing more.

[chthonicgodling]

What’s the furthest Loki has gone to protect a kid or to get revenge on someone who’s wronged them ?

thank you!! (attention everyone I am right now accepting eLoki’n’kids questions, pre-Elysium, past-Elysium, current-Elysium— pls humor me ty ty)—

there’s two big answers for this! there’s an entire essay in here of COURSE. firstly though Lemme just — Mission Statement — a quote from eLoki himself!! From way back in (checks notes) …..oh LITERALLY just two weeks ago (wonder what that’s about) -

“My children, they prophesize to end the world, to bring about apocalypses[…] You know I’d choose them any time. Every time.”

so bearing that in mind what’s the furthest Loki would go to protect/avenge one of his kids? UHH

PRE-ELYSIUM FIRST — as we’ll recall Loki’s upbringing was [looks directly at the camera] and despite Odin’s direct series of one million cruelties against Loki’s first six children, Loki’s relationship with his own father was. umm. complicated. getting direct revenge on odin himself seemed impossible, though also held back by the confines of being conditioned to both fear him and somehow STILL crave some sort of approval from him— until uhhhhh Loki finally completely snapped and those confines vanished (rather — warped then vanished?listen…. Listen. Yknow. cmon we. all. know what happened then) lmao BUT that’s not what I’m talking about

Odin’s confiscation of first born Sleipnir was of course traumatizing but many years later, having Hela, Fen, and Jör ripped away from him — all at once — PHYSICALLY — with begging and screaming involved — was further traumatizing enough for Loki to snap for the first time. He easily could have slaughtered the field of armed guards who Odin had sent to tear away the kids (well, teens at the time) but had stopped solely because they’d threatened to harm the three of them. Okay, fine he’d “let” them go, so long as they wouldn’t be injured. They weren’t at least, just separated and banished far away.

So instead thoughts turned to retaliation - not upon Odin himself ever untouchable and despite it all, his own father (the Loki of today LAUGHING at this sentiment, he probably should have just fuckin killed Odin then lmao).

Loki in the action of spiraling paused thoughts of revenge by.. accidentally becoming pregnant with Vali and Nari, but when he moved with them and their mom Sigyn back into the palace, he was in a DARK place only made worse by the constant cruelties of the palace whispering about those three banished kids behind his back. What better way to get revenge then to rip away a son himself, make Odin feel what he’d felt????!

…..okay well. Despite it all Loki couldn’t bring himself to try to murder Thor (yet), who had nothing to do with any of this mess and was— ok I dont need to pontificate about their relationship we know all about that. Instead he fixated and obsessed upon the god Balder — NOT Odin’s actual offspring, but LIKE a son to the king and queen, universally adored by all, a second golden child to pose with Thor (forget the fact that Odin had two children!! Nope THESE were the two golden boys! AAHUHHGHGGH—)

As revenge for what Odin had done to Hela Fen and Jor, Loki killed Balder in cold blood, though secretly (he framed someone else). However— Odin, All-Seeing, All-Knowing, and now thoroughly irritated that his problem child was continuing to ~act-out~ — knew what Loki had done. and retaliated right back, murdering Vali and Nari mere days later.

sssighssss he hadnt been there to protect them - and there was no revenge that time. not right away. this was so completely shattering, utterly completely devastating, it broke him entirely. this loss— NOW THE FIFTH AND SIXTH IN A ROW, and the most horrifying of them all— was enough to shock Loki into numb and dazed acquiescence. stifled rage simmering quietly ever after, but dulled by grief and numbed horror.

…until several years later when Loki would find out he wasn’t eVEN ODIN’S ACTUAL FUCKING SON IN THE FIRST PLACE AND ALL OF THAT LONG SIMMERING RAGE WOULD BOIL OVER INTO—

ahem anyway two movies later

the second big one - was way back DURING Elysium canon - but years ago! after Loki had first ended up down there and taken steps to not be so supervillainy. He’d done the Memory Theater with the palace and they’d all seen the horrible beats of his past, both done to him and done by him. Tory got the spirits of Vali and Nari and returned them to Loki. Loki began to believe he was in a relatively safe place, with people who he could tentatively (under his breath and behind their backs) call his friends. He relaxed— slightly.

He had some fun escapades with Jesse and Laphi — ended up pregnant — panicked and vanished, returned with an egg, hatched baby Fjöer successfully, was assured over and over and over again that Fjöer was loved and protected and nothing bad would ever happen to him, not ever again to any of his children. Fjöer was one of them — LOKI was one of them — they were both safe.

Aaaaand then Fjöer was kidnapped.

Turns out that due to Loki’s previous list of crimes — specifically the uh, GIANT one in New York immediately preceding his Elysium entrance — the Underworld was chock full of shades, y’know ghosts who had DIED during that specific…. adventure. Ghosts who were real bitter about the circumstances of their death and real suspicious of the fact that known supervillain Loki was just hanging around now and — had created a little CREATURE to presumably do nefarious things with???? Several of those ghosts proceeded to haunt the upper world to give a certain,, government agency that I surely do not need to name, some TIPS about where exactly to find and locate this new secret weapon that Loki was harboring and— right under anyone’s noses— baby bird was whisked away.

When Loki found out Fjöer was gone he knew immediately who had taken him and didn’t bother to inform the rest of the palace or ask for help,, he was immediately so consumed with utter blind fury that he just hhh. lost his mind again and set off to fucking kill, and get his baby back. EXCEPT LOKI WAS WRONG??? ABOUT WHO HAD TAKEN HIM!????

due to some unfortunately timed misheard conversations mere days before, Loki blamed Fjöer’s kidnapping on, solely, a uhh one (1) Tony stark instead— he (and the rest of the avengers) legitimately had nothing to do with it, but it didn’t matter, as Loki managed to corner him alone and. left him quite literally on the brink of death. he’d stopped just RIIGHT before— as the smoke……. Blood……. cleared— realizing in horror what he’d done but also realizing in utter panic he was no closer to FINDING Fjöer, Loki did retreat to the palace ONLY then, AFTER attacking Stark. which Tory was. not happy about. …actually furious about. Well. he had tried to hurt his baby :( what was he supposed to do!!! no more would he be letting anyone get away with taking his kids from him!!!

**except Stark hadn’t DONE anything OOPS! Jesus christ well the summary aftermath of all that is - KEEP IN MIND all of this happened completely at once in a glorious horrifying cacophony of drama and chaos — Tory managed to track down Fjöer being ACTUALLY kept by SHIELD, after getting into a huge argument with an out-of-his-mind with-rage-and-panic Loki; Loki feeling INCREDIBLY guilty for retaliating against tHE WRONG PERSON but Tory refusing to let him slaughter the entire shield team; instead redirecting his energy to healing Stark back to liiife and retreating at Tory’s furious insistence—

Tory getting Fjöer back unharmed and negotiating Loki’s safety from consequence by agreeing to keep him in the underworld forever. This was then the direct lead up to Loki being imprisoned, then being pissy enough about that to take over the magic of the Undrworld which I have spoken about at length

IN CONCLUSION —

can’t get much further than any of that. fortunately everyone’s BEEN actually safe ever after so no more revenge murder attempts Loki!!!

fhHfgkg tHANKS FOR ALLOWING ME TO WRITE ANOTHER ESSAY ily

[izacore]

I know you’re not that active anymore but have you done some readings for hl recently? I randomly got sad cause no one is sure about them actually being together anymore and everything they did in the past seems so pointless now. But I totally get it if you stayed away from all this!

hi! i finally got down to it today because i was curious myself and i have to say sooo many cards keep falling out while shuffling as it was so much to tell me lmao, anyway i asked about hl and their relationship currently etc. and here's what eventually showed up:

Eight of Pentacles reversed - lack of quality, rushed job, bad reputation, lack of motivation, mediocrity, laziness, low skill, dead-end job, little motivation, tedious job, low quality work, not putting effort into love, neglecting relationship. The job part made me think about Harry just focusing on finishing LOT finally and going through the motions to get till the end, lol, and with them both on tour at the same time on different continents, of course their relationship is getting affected somehow, I guess? Maybe feeling like they have too little time for each other, which, duh.

The world reversed - false measure of success, missing piece in career, close to completing financial goal, unfulfilled despite financial comfort, missing something in love life, taking partner for granted, lack of closure, lack of achievement, feeling incomplete, emptiness. Again, it feels to be clouded a lot by things that make me think about Harry and his tour - is he contemplating the last 3 years and how exactly they made him feel? Is he not feeling as accomplished or fulfilled as he would have in the end? Do they still feel like something is lacking in their lives despite the success of the last years? (🤣)

King of Cups reversed - overwhelmed, anxious, cold, repressed, withdrawn, manipulative, selfish, selfishness at work, staying at job despite lack of emotional fulfillment, manipulation, deceit and selfishness in love, being lead on or used, not putting in effort, The reversed king of cups can signify dealing with a boss or a manager who has become a bit of a tyrant. Sometimes, this card can indicate that you are at your position solely for the money, and you may be feeling unfulfilled. Even if you began at this position with excitement and passion, it may be slowly disappearing...... I mean, the conclusion writes itself, doesn't it? I'm side eyeing this card so much, especially in the presence of the other two. Unfulfillment and burn out seem to be a theme for this reading.

Back of the deck: Five of Swords reversed - reconciliation, resolution, compromise, revenge, regret, remorse, cutting losses. The Five of Swords reversal meaning shows you that all you want is for that particular period to be over so that you can forget and forgive. Because you are beginning to understand that winning is not everything, you will be capable of focusing your energy on something a lot more constructive and positive.

Another interpretation of this card in reverse is that the conflict you are experiencing is actually going to become more upsetting as you realize that there can only be losers. These are terms that you need to come to grips with. 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️

I decided to try to find out more and asked what it's all about, if it’s Harry feeling tired of tour or what his feelings are. Two of Cups (mutually beneficial relationship, working together as a team, strong pair is indicated here, the joy of two becoming one, partnership that is built on the union of forces, a strong connection and a balanced and equal partnership) and Five of Wands (competition between colleagues, competitive work environment, conflict, there is form of conflict in one’s life, competition between suitors, conflict between lovers, playful banter, conflict, competition, arguments, aggression, tension, rivals, clashes of ego) upright fell out, which makes me wonder if he is simply saying longing back to the times of working with Louis as a team and spending a lot of time in each other’s presence? That the way their lives are now is affecting their relationship and he wants it to stop? He also may feel tired and bored of the constant competition and being at the top of his game and would like to chill for a second (hmmm personally I'm not sure about that).

As for Louis however, I got Seven of Pentacles reversed (Doesn't surprise me to see pentacles here lol, no results in work efforts, stagnant career, losses, little financial compensation, Are you putting way too much effort at work? Or are you not putting in enough? The reversed 7 of Pentacles can signal some kind of imbalance when it comes to your career. It seems that regardless of the answer, nothing you do (or don’t do) seems to change anything. Results are minimal.). I guess it makes me think of what he's been saying about slipping back into bad habits, him overthinking everything. I'm certain they also expected a bigger turnout for this tour and we all know how's the ticket sales situation. On the other hand, I also got Three of Wands (momentum, confidence, expansion, growth, foresight, looking ahead, next stage in relationship, romantic momentum, creating lasting foundation, new horizons in career, expanding your career options) so to me he still is set on his goals lol just everything is underlayed with his internal struggle with confidence and overthinking. He should keep his mind open to potential new opportunities that can arise, as they may be much better for him.

[kallikrein]

WARM AND TENDER

— in which shinichiro takes care of you when you’re sick.

genre. fluff.

contains. gn!reader, cursing, grammatical errors.

word count. 2.0k.

note. my first time writing for shinichiro! i emptied my fluff gun with this one so i hope this makes your heart burst…because mine figuratively did lmao. also, i know this is somebody else’s request but i guess i’m hitting two birds with one stone so…happiest birthday to my wife, @baji-san​! :D

requested.

Walking home alone, you felt the exhaustion of the day seep more into your bones. The pounding inside your head seems like a punishment with every step you take and you feel terribly cold even though the weather’s really warm.

You can’t wait to see your bed, to bury yourself into the comfort of your blanket and to sleep the fatigue away when you hear the familiar sound of a roaring engine. You stopped in your tracks to check if your assumption is true and oh my, how true it was.

“Hey you,” Shinichiro called as he appeared and parked by your side of the road. “I saw your awful-looking bag and thought it was you.”

At times like this, you were quick to tell him that your favorite bag isn’t awful and that he’s the only one who claims that but the weariness only made you grunt as an answer. He immediately took notice and asked if you’re feeling alright but you just shrugged your shoulders off and stepped closer to him, “Yeah, just peachy.”

Humming, he gestured his thumb to the backseat of his bike, “Hop in. I’ll drive you home.”

After wearing the safety helmet that Shinichiro always carries for you, you climbed up his bike and yawned, “I might fall asleep anytime soon so drive slow, ‘kay?”

“As if I would drive recklessly when I’m with you,” he replied. You put your arms around his slim waist and leaned on his back to get comfortable when he spoke up again, “You feel kinda warm, are you sick?”

You nodded your head slowly, “I think so.” You immediately thought back on the day when one of your friends had a nasty cold and that you took care of them even though they told you you might get infected. Yet you insisted on helping them solely because of your selflessness and kind nature. You sighed when you realized, “Yeah, I think I am.”

Shinichiro looked at you to see if you’re sitting properly behind him, realizing that he has to take double safety now with your current state, “Hold tight onto me, okay? I don’t want you falling over.” With that, he revved up his motorbike again and drove to the direction of your house with an easy pace.

“Is anyone home?” He asked once the two of you reached your place. It looks like there’s no one home to take care of you and Shinichiro was worried that you’re going to be alone while being sick.

“Nope, they’re at my grandma’s,” you muttered and Shinichiro was about to speak when you interjected him, “I’ll be fine. I just need to sleep this off. I promise, I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

He didn’t want to go but Akashi and the others were waiting for him. They already made a plan to meet weeks beforehand so he just settled on checking you later after his meeting with them. He was about to lean and kiss you out of habit when you moved away from him with a sheepish smile, “Sick, remember?”

“Right...then, in you go,” he told you. You nodded and gave him a mini handwave while he watched you get inside safely before starting his motorbike again.

Upon entering your room, you immediately stripped off your clothes and washed yourself all the while deciding what to eat for dinner. It was then you realized that you don’t have an appetite so you just opted for water and medicine and after lying down on the bed, you were already fast asleep.

You jolted awake sometime later when you heard some crashing outside your room. Then you heard more rustling like they dropped something, so you reached for your phone, speed dialing Shinichiro’s number out of instinct.

Shinichiro, it’s me! It’s me! Please pick up!

You heard your pre-recorded voice ring outside the door, confusing you until someone knocked on the door and opened it.

“Hey. It’s me. It’s Shinichiro.” A familiar voice spoke across the dark and you slumped down with relief. “I’m sorry I just barged in. No one’s home to answer me so I just used the spare key.”

You welcomed him with a groan because everything seems to be spinning and turning, “It’s you.”

“How are you feeling?” He whispered when he came next to you, his cold hand touching your warm skin to check your temperature, “Did you drink your medicine?”

You hummed at him as an answer, “You...might get sick...too.”

“Don’t worry about it for now, just go back to sleep,” he put a fever-cooling patch on your forehead and you sighed for its comfort. “I’ll be right here so just tell me if you need something, okay?”

When you didn’t answer, the crease on Shinichiro’s forehead finally relaxed. You were resting so that’s a good thing, he’s knowledgeable enough on how to treat a feverish person because he had done this so many times when Mikey and Emma were little kids. Those rascals.

Right now, as he looks at your sleeping form, he can’t help but think of how lucky he was to have you, despite your current circumstance. You took care of your sick friend, fully knowing of its consequences and yet he didn’t hear any complaints from you. You were kind, caring, reliable and selfless – all the things that matter the most to him. Only this time, you aren't feeling well and his chest felt heavy again. He got up to let you rest and took a seat on your desk chair to wait for you, just in case you wake up again.

Hours later, he was busy musing to himself about his earlier meeting with Akashi when he heard you murmuring, “Shin...Shin...” He walked back up to you to check your temperature again and heavens, your fever is now breaking.

“I’m here. Do you need something?” He asked with a low voice, his hand was already peeling off the now-warm fever patch on your forehead.

“Don’t leave me Shin,” you whimpered and he froze. Were you having a nightmare?

“Hey, it’s just a dream. I'm not leaving you. Never,” he replied, unsure if you’re awake enough to understand him but his instincts felt the need to reassure you.

“Pinky promise?” you whispered and your little finger moved out to reach him.

“I promise.”

“Hmm...marry me then.”

And he caught his breath with those simple words.

“Swear...you'll marry me...Shin…”

“I’ll marry you,” he breathed and then you were back to being tranquil. He let out another shaky breath. Of course you were dreaming, he knew that and that it was nothing but a sleep talk. Yet the fast beating of his heart betrayed him because of how easily he agreed to marry you.

He put a new fever patch on your forehead and decided to get some sleep – that is if he can get any sleep at all – praying that you’ll feel better tomorrow.

You opened your eyes as you felt the warmth of the sunlight entering your room, though your head is a bit fuzzy, you already feel better than yesterday. Looking at the time, you hurriedly got up. Shit, I’m late. Standing up was a bit difficult as your legs felt wobbly from sleeping so much when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Good morning sleepyhead, how are you feeling?” A familiar black-haired man popped his head at the ajar door to smile at you.

“Shinichiro? What...? Did you stay the night?”

He entered your room and leaned his shoulder on the wall, looking composed as ever, “Yeah, and you almost called your boyfriend last night. Tsk. Good thing I was here.”

Bewildered as hell, you don’t remember much about last night. “Boyfriend? What boyfriend? You’re my boyfriend?”

He laughs at you, feeling satisfied by his awful attempt of jesting, “You called my phone while I was about to enter your room. I’m sorry about that by the way. You feeling hungry?”

Your stomach growled at the right time, “Yeah, I didn’t eat at all last night.”

Shinichiro gave you a condescending look and helped you straight up, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

Exiting your room, you saw that he cooked your favorite meal and you drooled at the sight, “Aw, thank you Shin!”

Before you could run to the counter table where breakfast was served, he grabbed hold of your wrist, “Hey.”

“Hmm?” Looking back at him, “Yes?”

“Do you remember anything last night?” He asked, imploring rather, and you are confused as to why he would be because you have no recollection of anything besides you bypassing dinner.

“No…did I do something?”

He smiled but you can see his face discouraged, “No, just mumbling in your sleep.”

“Well, what was I mumbling about?”

He snickered, trying to deviate away from the topic, “About how handsome I am. Damn, you’re that crazy about me. Even though I’m here, you’re still dreaming of me.”

His words made your cheeks feel warm and you let him slide with his bluff just this once, “Like you don’t dream of me Shinichiro, right...” But he simply chuckled at your response.

You started to dig in once seated and you made a sound of appreciation, “Who knew I like being domesticated like this?” and Shinichiro choked on his breakfast. “Wha–? Are you okay?!” You handed him a glass of water to help him from coughing.

“Yeah yeah, just surprised is all,” he croaked.

“Shinichiro,” you started and he knew that tone of voice. It’s the same tone you use whenever you reprimand Mikey from eating too much dorayaki and Emma from overthinking what to wear for the day, “Tell me what happened last night, you’re acting kinda weird.”

He gulped the ball of uncertainty in his throat and fidgeted in his seat, debating if he should open up the usually sensitive topic for couples, “Uhh, you asked me to marry you,” he found himself murmuring.

And then there was silence.

Shit.

Shinichiro knew he should not have brought it up, he knew that you were just dreaming last night but god, he’d be damned if he ignored that question for another moment. He knows that he wants to marry you – you’re the ideal partner. You’re perfect, even! You knew him more than he knew himself, inside and out. He knows you'll always going to make him happy so why? Why is he doubting this?

“I asked you…to marry me?” You asked with a low voice.

He brought his eyes back up to look at you and what he saw made him dizzy with euphoria. You were hiding your face with one hand, eyes as wide as saucers and he knew that your face was on fire behind that feeble cover and that boosted his confidence, knowing you’re as flustered as him, “Yeah, you even made me pinky swear.”

You groaned, “Shinichiro, I was sick oka—?”

“You didn’t mean it?”

“No! I mean, I do! I meant it! It’s just I was sick and my loose mouth is — ugh, why am I even explaining it to you?! Stop laughing at me!”

He held back a laugh, but his eyes were full of mirth, “So you wanna marry me for real?”

“Idiot, I wouldn’t date you if I’m not going to,” you grumbled, lightly stabbing your breakfast with your fork.

He chuckled once again, feeling giddy all of a sudden, “You beat me again.”

“Beat at what again?”

He rounded the counter to your side, leaving his plate behind and stood beside your sitting form, “Asking.”

“Right, I asked your adorable shy ass first,” you grinned. “Sorry if you don’t have the moves, Sano.”

He hummed, slowly leaning on you now. “Too bad,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between your lips. “That’s too bad.”

You smiled into his kiss, overjoyed by what was silently agreed. You pulled back and decided to tease him one more time, “Will you still take care of me even if I’m old, weak and wrinkly?”

He softly smiled at you, “Yeah, I’ll take care of you.”

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Hi love, so I was wondering if u had any thoughts about Edward panic changing Bella if she was close to death while he was near. Like if they were in a car accident or whatever and medical help was too far away. For all his refusal to turn her and let her die naturally, he seems like he would panic and bite her when in the actual situation. (Regardless of whether or not he succeeds in turning her or mercy kills her after, because I totally agree with u about those two lmao 😭😭😂)

Hello, anon.

Well, this actually happened in canon.

The Fiasco of Bella's Emergency Birth

Bella's emergency C-section was a complete shit show and almost like an act of God to make sure Carlisle was not there. The date for the operation had been set, after weeks of starvation Carlisle finally leaves the house in order to prepare for surgery, and the second he steps out side what happens.

Bella's spine snaps like a twig, Edward has to eat his daughter out of the womb, and Bella's goes into cardiac arrest.

Bella's heart stops in the middle of this, her spine was broken, and she lost a massive amount of blood. Bella was a millisecond from death.

Edward stabs her with a syringe and chooses to turn her.

Before that point, it was unclear that he would.

He starts Breaking Dawn trying to coax Bella into postponing the change or even delaying it inevitably. His plan is to attend college with her, something Bella would physically not be capable of as a typical newborn.

Given the Volturi, this was absolutely not an option, Edward insists it is anyway.

When Bella becomes pregnant with his child, his plan is to abort her (forcibly if need be) and supply her Jacob Black as a stud in order to deliver all the human babies she could possibly want. Bella by this point cannot digest human food, her stomach has turned to stone, and Renesmee has likely damaged her internal organs beyond repair. Bella cannot go back to being an ordinary human, not without significant health issues, and that's if she survives at all (which I find doubtful).

I'm sure Edward had it in his mind that, even with Carlisle cutting Bella's uterus open with his teeth, that somehow, in some miraculous way, they might not have to turn Bella. Bella can remain human and everything will be fine.

But then Bella is dying in front of him, he sees her heart stop, and he makes the panic decision to save her life. He shoots her heart full of venom then begins CPR. Bella survives through the transformation and is turned.

To me though, this was very much a panic changing and something that was up in the air. Edward in that moment had to decide whether or not he could live without Bella, even if she's a vampire. He chose to keep her, he likely will always wonder if he made the correct choice.

But Back To Your Question

By Breaking Dawn Bella's been around a while. She's made it repeatedly clear, many many times, that she wants to be a vampire. She and Edward have extensively argued both pros and cons of vampirism. Edward's not sure Bella really gets what his reality is (she doesn't) but they have gone over it.

Bella's also talked to Carlisle, Rosalie, and Jasper about the whole vampire package. She's met multiple vampires, been attacked by multiple vampires, even Edward can't deny she's seen the ugly side of vampirism.

Bella really wants to be a vampire.

Edward has also faced reality without Bella Swan. It's bleak, cold, and endless. There is nothing for him in that world, even separating from her if she were to remain human pains him significantly.

Even Edward, stubborn as he is, could read the writing on the wall by Breaking Dawn. The decision is ruminating in the back of his mind and the option, loathe as he is to admit it, is actually on the table.

Then you have Renesmee who really helps things along. Per Renesmee, Edward decides that vampires do in fact have a soul. He is not a damned, senseless, creature and turning Bella would not condemn her to be a monster. He still likely doesn't like the idea of it, for reasons he cannot explain to himself, but his major theological argument is now gone.

Without Renesmee's gift, he may very well not have gone for that syringe.

But say we're in Twilight or even New Moon, this is a Bella Edward is sure has no idea what a vampire is. One who has not had a chance to assert a billion times that, yes, she really really really wants to do this. He's still convinced he can leave her and she can live a human life without vampires or any supernatural nonsense.

We see this Bella get significantly injured in Edward's presence.

Bella is losing a lot of blood fast after her run in with James. Carlisle has to start stitching her up immediately and get her to a hospital. A little later, and even from the blood loss she might have died. She's also been been bitten.

To stop her transformation, the venom would have to be sucked out, something notoriously difficult to do even under the best of circumstances. Bella's currently bleeding profusely and is Edward's singer: this is a death sentence.

Rather than panic change her, Edward panic keeps her human. He sucks the poison out, nearly going too far and killing her, and risks her death to keep her human.

In that moment, though it's a flash decision, Edward would rather Bella die than turn her. (After which, of course, he would go to Volterra to kill himself and give Aro an aneurism).

He repeats this sort of idea throughout the series. Notable are the times that Bella gives him hypothetical scenarios, increasingly ridiculous, to see what he would come up with.

A car crashes? Edward never crashes cars, he is that awesome at driving. And if the car crashes anyway, he has the reflexes of a panther, he'll unbuckle Bella, vault out of the car, and heroically jump out the back window to safety and humanity. Bella will never be injured.

A plane crashes? Edward unbuckles Bella from her seatbelt, carries her bridal style to the emergency exit, and then throws them both out the window and to safety... some tens of thousands of feet below preferably in water. He and Bella are then photographed as the sole miraculous survivors of this terrible tragedy. (When Edward gave this answer, I had my answer as to whether or not Edward actually passed his basic physics class. The answer, children, is no.)

Granted, these are not actual scenarios, and it's easier to give these kinds of answers than talk about them. But it's very telling that in Twilight, when Bella point blank tells him that one day she will die and that is the truth of humanity, he essentially says, "Blue Screen: ERROR" back to her followed swiftly by, "THE SUBJECT IS CLOSED".

Back to Your Question (Again)

But let's say we have your scenario. The summer after James, in Bella and Edward's summer of love before the birthday disaster, Edward (say it ain't so) crashes the fucking Volvo.

What can one expect when making a sharp turn at 110 MPH? Well, Edward has the reflexes of a panther, so he never saw it coming somehow. Bella, of course, saw it coming the first time she stepped into Edward's car.

Edward walks out fine, Bella... does not. The car's down in a ravine, Bella's bleeding out, it is clear she is not going to survive this and Edward cannot get her to the hospital in time even with his speed.

Well, given this is Twilight, and given the shock of all of this and suddenness, Edward could very well black out and eat her. When Edward comes to, he's om nom noming on Bella's battered corpse.

Edward runs away to Italy to kill himself.

Say he doesn't though, Edward manages to hold his breath or else miraculously control himself. Bella's still bleeding out, and giving him this very dazed, expectant, look. From Bella's face, it's clear what she's thinking: Turn Me, You Dipshit.

However... I imagine if Bella can't say the words out loud, Edward while panicked and in terror of losing her, won't do it. He will not condemn her to vampirism without her explicit consent.

Let's say Bella gurgles out, "Turn me, Edward"

Well, things just got a whole lot harder. This is now Bella's dying wish, she's looking at him even as the light fades out of her eyes, and he can see the growing resignation and disappointment in them. Edward will have this image with him forever, the life, light, and love bleeding out of Bella and her undoubtedly final thoughts that Edward was never worthy of her.

Honestly? Toss a coin.

I could see it going either way.

Edward stalls so long, deliberating, that the time for action passes. Bella dies right in front of him. That, or he sees her life force flickering and before he can think about it he bites her (whether to eat her or turn her we'll never truly know) and then it's too late, it's done, he's turned her himself. (If, of course, he doesn't accidentally kill her in the process).

The Aftermath

If he turns her then Edward will forever be haunted by the guilt that he destroyed Bella Swan. He turned her into a monster, just as he feared, and has condemned her to this miserable existence where she becomes orphaned from everything she knew.

Edward in this situation breaks things off with Bella (very awkward as they're part of the same coven now), he can't handle the guilt of what he did to her or what she now is. He thinks about mercy killing her, but given it's his own damn fault, is probably very conflicted and feels unworthy of taking even this action. All of this just makes him the lowest of worms.

Bella is utterly devastated that Edward appears to no longer love her (just as she suspected) and tries desperately to assure him that she loves being a vampire. She's finally comfortable in her own skin. She certainly still loves him and more, even if she wasn't happy, she gave her consent and would never hold that against him.

Edward doesn't care.

Edward likely goes to Rio to try to wrap his head around everything and be miserable by himself. Alice and Jasper likely leave on Alice's journey of self-discovery (but mostly to just avoid the emotional turmoil of the Cullen household). Rosalie actively blames Bella for this and tells her so to her face, Esme is an utter wreck, and Carlisle's working triple overtime at the hospital. Bella is even more devastated, she's Yoko Ono breaking apart the Beatles.

Bella offers to leave the Cullens. If she leaves then everything will go back to normal, right?

Everyone protests. But everyone here is pretty much Esme and Carlisle. But mostly Carlisle. Esme tries to, but it's in between sobs, where she talks about how beautiful Bella and Edward were AND THEY CAN WORK IT OUT. Emmett would, but Rosalie views Bella as a home wrecker and he has to side with the wife. Which just leaves Carlisle trying to lamely insist this isn't her fault.

It isn't, but, well, things are very bad right now.

Carlisle likely sets up Bella with the Denali. This ends after a few weeks, Bella can't handle the lifestyle and being the ugly brunette sister. Bella likely becomes a nomad and catches up with the Cullens every few years or so.

The 'Cullens' of course, becoming smaller and smaller each consecutive visit as the coven utterly dissolves.

The last time Bella visits, it's just Carlisle. Esme ran off to support Edward in Rio, Alice and Jasper never came back, and Rosalie and Emmett are on their 23rd honey-moon.

And that's how Bella rejoins the Cullens (i.e. Carlisle).

It's very awkward.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

yet another ask dump yeehaw!

do you ever think that jay's mother was one of those bitch who believes in horoscope and tarots and things like that and so he believes in these things too, or it is just me projecting?

sheila haywood took one look at jason's birthchart said 'nah this won't do' and left.

Wait, but what happens when the justice league does find out that Bruce and John fucked? Lmao it sounds like it would be hilarious, really, I don’t want a justice league that doesn’t make fun of Bruce for like his entire life.

barry runs out of the meeting immediately and comes back with an entire sti testing kit. diana fully seriously wants bruce to get tested while bruce is sitting there like 'come on guys, you're being ridiculous, i already checked twice'

john is standing in the corner clearly offended while bruce is just like 'don't even say anything, constantine, you fucked a shark'

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

on the one hand, good for him, on the other hand, bro, how do you still have a secret identity when your superhero name is just your last name,,,,

Your fic on ao3 was GOLD PLEASE CONTINUE I loved Dinah's cameo btw ( @purple-vixen

thanks so much! i already continued but this ask is like 10 years old because i'm a notorious procrastinator (also yes! i love dinah so much aahhhhhhhhhhhh)

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

bruce internally: holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit bruce externally: get out of my city, alien

AHHH ur multimedia fic is the only thing that brings me happiness anymore continue it forever pls

uhh thanks, but can't continue it forever because my attention span is that of a toddler on crack on a good day and i can't function without at least 10 things going on at the same time and music in the background

Oi, so I'm getting into dc and watching batman the animated series, and they use fruitcake a lot. Which I thought was very funny and wanted to share w you - Denilla

wait like fruitcake (food) or fruitcake (derogatory) ?

young justice 🤝 teen titans slut shaming batman

tim drake and dick grayson to their respective teams 'you guys stop it, that's my dad'

Happyhoganon: If an eighty year old Batman had fought crime in Gotham City for decades and the only threats to him and the city lately are a wheel chair bounded Penguin, your usual purse snatchers and a few con artists popping up every now and then, how well could the Dark Knight do in maintaining the peace in Gotham despite him being just somewhat fit to do that as an elderly man (which says A LOT given how old he is)

uhh he'll probably do what my grandpa does and that is ruthlessly prank them until they die of shame.

in the death in the family interactive movie there's an ending where Jason is tasked with raising Damian and he decides he's gonna raise Damian to take down the waynes and al ghuls which uh maybe isn't great BUT the idea of Jason raising Damian... PRICELESS. CHAOTIC. I just need more people to know about this :)

yes i saw that wow holy shit but jason would accidentally drop damian on his head one (1) hour in and jason just yeets him into the lazarus pit.

Headcanon: The Penguin has a really hard time fighting any of the Robins because of his avian obsession means there's always a small part of his mind that's like "Birb. Child. Protect" ( @subspacecadet )

as soon as dick becomes nightwing the penguin is like 'you know what, fuck this dude' and shoots at him.

Y'all talking about King Shark dating Constantine, let's not forget about John literally hooking up with Satan

listen there's a clear difference between monsterfucker and satanfucker in that king shark is literally a shark and satan still looks like a normal dude

Does everyone in Gotham think Batman is a teen dad?

everyone in gotham thinks batman has been around since gotham was founded, but they do think that bruce wayne is actually a teen father and dick grayson's biological dad.

why. why would you do that fancast when you know it will only hurt people

what? i loved my fancast it was really well done. i did it with good representation in mind and i really managed that with alfred pennyworth being ✨italian✨

Seeing james charles a jason gave me psychic damage how dare you i need to wash my eyes

well that's a you problem isn't it?

do you think dick grayson thirst tweets about nightwing just to annoy his family/cause problems on purpose in general?

he thinks nightwing is hot, next question.

holy jiminy cricket batman, its as cold as the good lords ass crack in here!!

i- what? this is why i don't fuck with english expressions it's way too goddamn weird

Brooooooo, your teen dad!Bruce au is soooo good. I've got brainrot.

Honestly if you ever write anymore, I'd read that shit twice. Sign me the fuck up. Good stuff, Good Stuff.

uh yeah i'm thinking about writing a fic, but i have exams coming up and i don't wanna fail because that would suck. but after i'll certainly be writing more tho

your teen dad AU is so great! bruce acting like a big brother for all of like a week before he's telling everyone about his son. what if in the AU dick meets the JL because they need to rescue him? maybe he's in trouble/kidnapped at a gala and bruce starts calling for JL. clark finds him and has to fly with dick to bring him home - that's how dick and clark meet and superman becomes dick's fave hero. he goes around the manor thinking he can fly with a red blanket draped around him like a cape.

actually- if you want a young dad! bruce fic with like that kinda stuff(just with damian) go check uhh- in for a penny by cdelphiki. it's really good and bruce is like 24/25-ish. (and dick's there!!!)

This account has solely convinced me that Tim is a trash goblin ( @hamilcat-and-magic-turtle )

because he is. that boy has slept in dumpsters on multiple occasions even if he is the son of a billionaire.

Okay but when you said victory dance I did think of the whole justice league defeating the big bad and then they all start flossing

well that's exactly what hal jordan does and that's why batman uses a gun now. no but the victory dance in my opinion is like the 'we're all in this together' dance from high school musical.

The horrors in Invincible s1 was nothing compared to the comics, I cant wait for s2

oh well okay, i mean i personally react to horror and violence by laughing awkwardly so i can't wait to be called a monster for accidentally laughing at a mass murder.

I'm currently watching Batman: The Brave and The Bold and- Bruce is just talking about Oliver like he's an old love (@nightwings-kid)

okay im going to watch that lmao that's totally and completely in character for him tho.

The invincible comic is like super gratuitous with its violence so much so I'm shocked the show was able to adapt it in a faithful way! Anyway had the show been live action it absolutely wouldn't have the same impact as it does as an animated show and I'm so glad so many people agree with me on that

also because a live action casting would've been like uhh amanda stenberg for amber, the dude- the guy from the supernatural but with a mustache for omni-man, and scarlet johanssen for debbie grayson

Debbie grayson is a milf, yes. You're welcome for the invincible propoganda, now you can questions your life. Bruce def seems like the perfect father next to Omni-man. Like they really took a rip off justice league and I was like well, now I'm attached even tho I was like hah I know who they're supposed to be. And then bam- death gore death gore gore gore sad Mark grayson just had to have daddy issues. Why does every character have daddy issues. I'm sick of the attacks

because daddy issues make a person arguably funnier, that's why i'm not even remotely funny (haha good dad flex). i liked that it was dark contextually, but not in the colouring, bc i hate when it's like 'uh yeah graphic murder and now a shot so dark you have to sit in a dark room and squint at the screen to faintly see the characters. (like dcau ugh)

About the Wayne insurance, for a moment I thought you would put the video with moans over the waves.

i mean- i could've done that, but rick rolling seemed more family friendly.

Its the first time in forever that im surpise rickrolled, i usually expect it. Congratulations (i really should know better this is tumblr)

i get rickrolled so often but i actually like the song so i dont really give a fuck

Actually, my information about Damian and John's kids is outdated because it was revealed that the old men telling the kids stories about the Supersons were actually Jon and Damian the whole time. I was blinded by my thirst for Grandpa!Bruce Wayne but I was wrong... I liked my version better, tbh (@artemisa97)

fair enough. but i'd honestly like to see damian and jon getting together, just because it's a really fun dynamic and their friendship was really cute when they were kids. (also idk maybe it would be nice to have one (1) main batfam/superfam character that's not cishet)

How am i JUST finding your blog skdskfkd you're so fucking funny and ur takes are hot

i thought u were calling me hot :( but youre not :( crime detected (but lmao thanks)

So I have depression and I swear that your memes are one of the few things that have made me laugh so thank you 💛🥺 (@katekanebadass)

aw you're welcome, and i hope you're doing okay!

The metropolis memes are so funny, I love them 💀😌

i think metropolis is also so fucking funny it deserves more attention imagine having your entire police force being upstaged by an alien from kansas and his kids

as an american i feel your complete lack of knowledge of us geography is just so sexy (platonic) ❤️

thanks so much (i also don't know any other geography, i'm not kidding, like you can tell me you're from hungary and it will just blank, there will be nothing that comes to mind)

In the DC universe they don't say "Can't have shit in Detroit" they say "Can't have shit in Gotham"

this just reminds me of that guy whose porch got stolen like the steps to his door, and i'm thinking of people living in gotham and waking up without a front door and going "can't have shit in gotham"

honestly all i know about chicago is the bean, so. what would gotham's famous sculpture be?

gigantic gargoyle statue in front of one of the police precincts because a villain thought it was a smart way to keep the police inside, but it's too heavy to move.

why tf do people go on about how batman "works alone" or how he's the "lone wolf" when he like 38290202 members in his family

bc people think it's cool that a grown man in his 30s has no friends or family instead of calling it what it is (sad)

Bruce is gotham's sugar daddy

why would say something so controversial yet so brave.

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

dick: gerard way are you in position, gerard way are you in position

tim: for the last fucking time, my codename is 'totally not count olaf' this week, abbafan 3000

dick: shut up my codename isn't 'abbafan 3000'

dick: it's 'abbafan number 1' and you know it

I have a feeling Tim drake is ur favourite batfamily member but okay u don't have favs if u say so ok

i mean he is, i won't deny it. but i love each and every one of the batfam just the same, i just have a weak spot for short dumbass nerds, because i'm a short dumbass nerd.

Omg i fuckin love boy meets world too fam shsjkfk

bro boy meets world was the shit!!! it was just fire and awesome and so fucking great like bro. it was so good im not even going to be accepting criticism

you know I find the whole "joker completes batman" thing a bit disgusting considering the horrendous stuff the batfamily went through because of the joker and let's not get started on the "joker has a point" thing like yeah he's this cool complex villain but he's absolutely batshit crazy

like yes! i get what you mean the joker just fucking sucks man he doesn't do shit for batman's character or the batfam he's literally just annoying as fuck. like the joker has a point' shit is so stupid. i will accept 'magneto was right' because he fucking was and i think he didn't do anything wrong, but joker? he's just like that. he's not even cool and complex he's just a weirdo with a bleach kink at this point.

ALSO YOUR RACISM POST- SO TRUE BESTIE

thanks bestie, i'm glad you agree.

in today's essay of why I think cass should become batman- I was thinking Tim would probably be the most efficient batman in many ways but I also think he wouldn't want to be batman tbh none of the batfamily members would want to be batman because they're trying to outgrow him but cass is the one who wants to represent the symbol that is batman

absofuckinglutely i will say it again and again that cass represents the batsymbol more than anyone in the batfam, in batgirl (2000) she literally didn't care about anything else than bruce's oath to not kill, she thought the batsymbol was more important than anything in gotham. she's just an excellent character because her motivation to not kill is not 'i'm scared i can't come back from it' or 'well my dad says no murder so i'll go along with it' but that she's killed somebody as a young child and she never wants to kill a human ever again and that's so fucking beautiful for a new batman like yes.

need more cass, duke and tim inclusion in gothamite memes

yes yes, a tall order of cass, duke and tim coming up in 1-14 business days

oldest to youngest batfam members cus I'm confused as shit

okay order of being taken in: dick, jason, tim, cass, damian, duke order of age: alfred, bruce, dick, cass, jason, tim, duke, damian (though cass and jason are around the same age general consensus is that cass is a little older)

I'm so confused Steph is a redhead?? like how was it that hard to get this right? the source material is literally right there and free

cw is jared, 19

do you receive anon hate? if so, how do you deal with it

uh no, i'm not remotely popular enough to get anon hate and i also don't say a lot of things that would attract anon hate, but i do send anon hate to @the-real-peter-parker because he forgot about the specialists from winx club

Wait how many languages do you speak??

uhh- 5 if you include latin, but that's a dead language and i'm really bad at it. but english, my native language, german, and french also, tho german and french not fluently.

You can mix aguaepanela with aguardiente 😈 and is tasty

okay but now i'm curious if the liquor deserves the 😈 emoji or if that's a you problem. but i googled it and it looks like something you'd take one sip of and then not remember the rest of your evening.

[angelicmichael]

living after midnight

Brooke Thompson x Montana Duke

Summary: Brooke and Montana get a bit intoxicated and get a bit carried away while going night swimming. Based off this post I made a week ago hehe

Words: 3.1k+

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and also vague mentions of weed, stripping (no nudity tho LOL), lotssss of sexual tension, lots of fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, weird yearning angst for like .02 seconds lmao

A/N: Hey guys, sorry if this is random but I got random inspo for brotana so.. here this is lmao. Believe it or not I did try to make this under 1k words but.. I got carried away so I’m sorry that’s it’s long 😭. But the fic happens sometime after Brooke and Montana meet but before any camp redwood fuckery happens lmao. Anyway I hope y’all like this!! This is also probably the fastest I’ve ever written a fic so I hope it’s atleast decent haha. Anyway enjoy <3

A gentle breeze danced against Brookes exposed skin. The midnight air cold on its own regard but it seemed to blend perfectly with the extensive heat that radiated from the bonfire she sat in front of.

The night was entirely pitch black. The moon was vacant from the sky, leaving the only source of light to come from the giant fire that sat at Brookes shoes.

It was admittedly a bit unsettling being in almost the total darkness, especially with how many girls had recently gone missing in L.A as of late but the beer in her system had mostly put those thoughts to rest. Plus, being with three men and Montana was also reassuring. Even if she didn’t exactly know Xavier, Chet or Ray that well but.. she knew Montana.

It was nearly impossible to forget about how they met.. in the girls locker room in the showers and well; it’s not as if things were any less weird now. Showers or not.

It’s not as if Brooke and Montana were best friends or super close, because that definitely wasnt the case; but they weren’t acquaintances either by any means. The weird tension and ‘playfulness’ that lied between them ruled out being friends.. or that’s Brooke liked to think anyway when she had one too many things to drink. Like now.

Her legs twitched a bit restlessly; content at the ambience that surrounded her but not content with her current state of being. Like how she knew she should be enjoying herself, drunk, not caring about particularly anything at all but instead all she could do was fucking care. Her thoughts were purely infiltrated with Montana and it was embarrassing, to say the least but now that she was intoxicated there was really no harm in fighting it. No matter how annoying and taunting those thoughts truly were.

After all, Why should she not think about how nice it would be to feel Montana’s hands (which she knew had to be soft and delicate) on her waist and down her back? Why should she not think about Montana’s soft lips moving against her own, a few strands of her bleached hair (which definitely had lost it softness due to excessive over bleaching) brushing up against her face accidentally?

That was a rhetorical question; because she knew exactly why she avoided those type of thoughts on a normal day to day basis. Not because it would make things awkward between them but because it was beyond fucking painful to imagine scenarios that would never happen.. Never.

The smell of the fire and the sounds of the wood crackling, which was far too dry and poorly stacked (neither Xavier, Chet or Ray could build a proper fire to save their life), helped bring Brooke out of her thoughts and bit more into reality. So did the gentle sway of the tree branches which she could see in her peripheral vision, since they were right on the cusp of a forest that cut off to a beach. Ocean waves which slowly dragged across the sand were also soothing to listen too, albeit distant over the sound of Brookes friends screaming and laughing and being heavily intoxicated over what was more than just alcohol and weed.

Brooke reached down and swiftly grabbed the beer can which was previously lodged upright in the sand. Lifting the can up to her lips and cringing and unconsciously tensing up as she swallowed until the can was nearly weightless - wiping her mouth with the back of her hand just to see-

“Montana?!” Brooke nearly yelled. Both alcohol and temporary shock making her speak way louder than what was realistically needed.

Montana, who was previously standing several feet away with the boys was suddenly seated right next to Brooke on the log with no warning. Probably having moved over while Brooke was poorly chugging the alcohol she hated.. but she couldn’t help but to notice that their thighs (as well as basically their entire sides) were touching as she tried to wipe the alcohol that had embarrassingly dripped down her front in a frenzy.

Chet and Xavier looked back at them from a few feet away as they smoked what Brooke knew had to be a joint. Briefly laughing and giving the pair of women an amused glance before turning around and immersing themselves in whatever conversation they were previously having.

Brooke sheepishly met Montana’s gaze, feeling her cheeks grow nearly unbearably hot at the awareness that she was now being watched.. studied almost.

“Sorry,” Brooke added with a giggle.

Montana responded with a slight upturn of her lips; amused with Brookes actions not because she found it necessarily funny or pitiful, but for the sole reason that.. it was cute and endearing that Brooke couldn’t really hold her alcohol for shit.

It made her unique and different from everyone else Montana acquainted herself with. People that Montana had to basically learn to keep up with.. but Brooke on the other hand was different.. She was a breath of fresh air, and that’s why Montana assumed she was so attracted to her (besides her looks, of course).

Montana tried her best to ignore and not be bothered by the fact that Brooke was wasting perfectly good alcohol by wiping it off herself (alcohol that Montana wouldn’t necessarily mind licking off Brookes lips.. or her neck, or really anywhere else off of her). Instead focusing on how suffocated she felt here.

It wasn’t necessarily anyone’s fault. After all; she loved Chet, Xavier and Ray dearly but.. they were also undoubtedly preventing anything from happening between her and Brooke.. and that needed to change.

Montana huffed. Her deep brown eyes quickly flickering at the flame and then Brooke before speaking.

“Im bored,” she announced. Suddenly standing up and not letting her eyes break the gaze she suddenly held with Brooke.

Brooke responded with a simple hum. Her jaw quickly dropping once she noticed that Montana’s bright red nails quickly darted down under her own shirt. Hooking the material under her fingertips before quickly raising the shirt up and over her head. Throwing it back somewhere behind the log Brooke still sat on.. somewhere where Brooke was almost certain Montana wouldn’t be able to locate later.. which was probably done on purpose.

Brookes jaw still stayed ajar when she saw Montana’s hands automatically fly down to the small jean shorts she was wearing. She could do nothing but watch as she saw the button unhook- wait.. what exactly was happening?

“Montana, what are you doing?” Brooke asked with a laugh.

Brooke tried her best to fight the urge to look at her friend who was now well.. in her bra and underwear, out of what she was trying to convince herself was respect, but it wasn’t working. She knew for a fact her cheeks had to burnt bright fucking red; she tried to laugh off the feeling but Montana still stared.. her smile slowly growing wider until sudden laughter momentarily broke the tension again.

Brooke and Montana both looked behind them just to find the boys laughing and whooping as well at Montana’s sudden lack of clothes.

Brooke smiled back at them but it only lasted a second before she found herself overtaken with a emotion she never really felt around Montana before.. was it jealousy?

Just the sight of them staring at Montana (who obviously didn’t give a fuck, or was thriving off the attention more than anything) was enough to make Brooke stand up.

“Go swimming with me?” Brooke suddenly proposed. More than certain that her sudden impulsivity was coming from the alcohol more than anything.. it had to be, right?

Brooke looked Montana in the eyes again as she watched the other woman’s expression suddenly change at her words; looking utterly shocked and.. maybe a bit thrilled.

“You want to go swimming?” Montana nearly sneered, her tone reeked off utter disbelief, “and what are you gonna wear?”

Brooke laughed at what the other woman was implying. Her dark brown eyes slipped down to admire the rest of Montana’s body that she dared not to look at previously. Only looking for a second at the matching cherry red set that Montana wore. A bra which was most definitely too tight and cut a bit small, along with a thong with sat a bit high on her hips which only accentuated her figure even further.

She didn’t have time to think; her eyes darting back up to meet Montana’s which she knew were watching her.

“I’m not going naked-“

“You don’t have too. It’s not like their gonna see us anyway once we get away from the fire. Here.”

They both spoke in hushed whispers. Weirdly paranoid that maybe the boys would overhear and wanna join which- was something they both clearly didn’t want, although unspoken.

The distance between them was minimal enough due to alcohol (and other substances in Montana’s case) running high in their systems. Making personal space something that was now nonexistent.

Montana extended her hand out to Brooke to take. She quickly grabbed her hand, hoping desperately it wasn’t sweaty from how close they were to the fire and also.. just from the situation she was bound to find herself in. But due to Montana’s reaction (or lack thereof) she knew she had nothing to worry about.. sweaty palms or not, she knew Montana wouldn’t judge her. No matter how insane the circumstance; Brooke always felt safe around Montana. That’s why she supposed she was currently following her into the pitch black - her vision getting more and more sparse as they walked away from the fire and into some nearby trees that framed the beach..

“Are you sure they can’t see me?” Brooke asked, trying her best to look through the trees and see if any of her friends happened to be looking but - she couldn’t really make out anything besides the subtle outline of her surroundings which included Montana.

“They can’t see you. Relax,” Montana said with a giggle. “Now do I need to help you undress? Your taking forever and I’m hot- and it’s not like I haven’t seen you wearing less-“

Brooke tried her best to look offended and shocked by her reference to how they met. She knew that normally with nothing in her system she would’ve easily sidestepped Montana’s ruthless flirting but.. something felt different about tonight. After all; why should she keep trying so hard to resist something they both felt? And it wasn’t like anyone could see them anyway..

Brooke quickly turned her head to where she knew Montana was and stepped closer until they were barely a foot apart. Her feet nearly stumbled on Montana’s from the proximity; biting her lip to prevent herself from stupidly giggling once she felt hot breath on her cheek.

She grabbed Montana’s hands which first held hers back limply but briefly held hers tighter before Brooke directed her hands on her shirt.

“Take it off,” Brooke uttered. Her voice barely audible but not quite loud enough to be discerned as a whisper.

Montana didn’t hesitate as she quickly took Brookes shirt off, barely feeling the soft fabric against her fingertips before she quickly threw it behind them into the forest. Montana didn’t wait for Brooke to say anything before her fingers were quickly undoing the button and the zipper of her jean shorts which were only thrown somewhere in the forest as well (hopefully near her shirt.. Brooke could only hope).

Brooke tried her best to not look bothered by her sudden lack of clothes but she also knew that was purely idiotic since they were in the pitch black.

Nevertheless she looked down at herself, trying to discern whether her figure was actually visible or not but Montana grabbed her hand again. Making her gaze snap upward as she led her out. She knew they were going out to the water now; the sand under her feet and the fire now visible from a distance as they continued to go out. The sand becoming more grainy and nearly painful to step on as they got closer to the water.

Brooke quickly looked over her shoulder before she took the first step in - still holding onto Montana’s hand. She quickly glanced to see if any of the men they had came with were watching but surely enough they were still talking and laughing as if they didn’t even notice they had gone missing.. and they probably hadn’t given how fucked up they were.

Perfect.

She continued to hold onto Montana’s hand as she went further and further into the water; not phased by the sudden coolness she felt as the water wrapped around her legs.. submerging her further and further until they both finally stopped. The water lapping around Brookes waist, and well, nearly Montana’s chest since she was a few inches shorter than Brooke.

The water seemed to be a perfect temperature despite them being at the ocean; and the rocks had since disappeared under their feet and changed back into soft sand which also made the current situation a bit more enjoyable.

Brooke tilted her head back a bit, worried momentarily that her hair might get wet but it was worth it. It was absolutely breathtaking.

The night sky which previously looked completely black and void of any light whatsoever was now painted with what looked to be a million stars.

“Do you see this?” Brooke asked.

“What, the stars?” Montana answered, her voice holding a bit of amusement to it and almost as if she was trying to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah,” Brooke affirmed with a nod. Still keeping her gaze fixated to the night sky.

“What about them?” Montana asked.

The water rippled a bit as Montana started to a take a few steps closer towards Brooke, dissatisfied at the distance between them.

“Nothing. I just- it’s beautiful. I never do things like this,” Brooke responded, tilting her head down to make eye contact with Montana as she finished her sentence.

Montana smirked.

“Never?” She asked with a laugh. “C'mon. I’m not wet enough, let’s go deeper.”

Before Brooke could protest, Montana grabbed both of her hands and pulled her deeper in the water.

“But I didn’t bring a towel!”

“Your not gonna need one. We can warm up by the fire, remember?”

They continued to keep wading until the water almost spilled over Montana’s shoulders. The water barely touching Brookes collarbones but getting some of her hair wet regardless.

She hesitantly let go of the other woman’s hand in the water, intent on using her hand to help her gain balance since a few rocks were still on the ocean ground but - the exact opposite happened.

Brooke didn’t even have time to gasp or scream before her left foot quickly slid on a random rock that just.. of course.. had to fucking be there. Her hands quickly landed on Montana’s shoulders; the rest of her body accidentally falling into the other woman’s but she only felt Montana’s hands suddenly grab gently at her back. Holding her in place against her body.

Brookes eyes instinctively closed shut but when she slowly opened them and reluctantly lifted her head higher up (silently cursing herself for accidentally getting her hair almost entirely wet now) she noticed.. how close they were to each other.

Her nose was only centimeters away from Montana's shoulder.. which meant-

“Are you okay?” Montana asked softly, speaking unintentionally right next to her ear which made a shiver run up Brookes spine.

“Mhm,” Brooke responded.

She rose her head up further - her vision fully black now due to closing her eyes so tightly and being disoriented from slipping, but she knew from hearing Montana’s voice that she had to be close. Very close.

Moving her head a bit to the left.. almost microscopically, not wanting whatever ‘this’ was to necessarily be clumsy but she knew she didn’t necessarily have a choice in the dark.

“What are you doing?” Montana continued to whisper.

Brooke couldn’t help but to smile and let out a giggle that made her sound far more drunk than she actually was. She knew exactly where Montana’s lips were now due to her speaking. Thank god.

“You’ll see.”

Brooke leaned in slowly. Briefly bumping noses before catching Montana’s lips with her own. The feeling so heavenly and overdue - not enough but simultaneously far too much to take in all at once.

The taste of dull, gut wrenching beer started to flood her mouth. It was all that Montana basically tasted like.. that and a bit like smoke but Brooke didn’t mind. If anything it made the feelings of infatuation temporarily stronger. Brookes nails started to pierce the other woman’s back; wanting nothing more than to just have.. more. More of Montana; her taste, her hands, her touch.. the feeling was both pathetic but impossible to fight any longer.

The mere thought that this was something she was previously holding herself back from having was almost laughable but- that would be something to think about for another time.

Montana’s lips softly broke from hers.

“Eager.. aren’t you?” She teased.

Brookes eyes still refused to adjust but she knew Montana had to be grinning.

“Sorry.. I just-“

“Don’t be sorry. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Montana said lowly.

Montana suddenly leaned in with no warning. Her hands softly grabbed Brookes shoulders; leaning in to pull her bottom lip with her teeth.

After she let go, the feeling to kiss her again was strong but.. she thought of something better. The thrill of the chase was something Brooke always enjoyed, after all.

Brooke took a few steps back suddenly before quickly heading for the shore. Not really going that fast at all due to the resistance of the water pushing up against her legs but she laughed regardless.

She could hear Montana laughing and calling her a jerk in the distance but it was all just noise at this point. Her voice, the water rushing, the fire and their friends (which grew gradually louder as she approached) all started to sound the same.

Maybe the alcohol was finally kicking in.

Even though Brooke definitely felt tipsy, she still felt nervous the closer she got from being fully submerged out of the water. Maybe it was due to the fact she wasn’t certain what was going to happen at the fire, or if their friends had even heard anything but she knew atleast now she would have Montana. Exactly how she had Montana was something to be determined later, but as she finally stepped out and away from the nearly black ocean waves and ran up to the fire to go wait for Montana - she was comforted by the thought that things would now never be the same and forever would be different between the two of them.

Which had to be a good thing; right?

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[morimallow]

Hi hiiii. This is my first time requesting but... would you mind writing Kita's NSFW Alphabet? MY MAN DESERVES THE HYPE ;) Thank youuuu <3

I didn't proof read this so feel free to correct any of my mistakes.

I'm so sorry I didn't make this GN, it's so hard to go into detail. 😥

NSFW Alphabet (Kita Shinsuke)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare. This guy won't leave you unattended. He'll draw a nice warm bath for you. If he's feeling it, he'd take a bath with you. Gives you a body massage, which usually leads to another set of rounds, when he was extra rough that day. Will whisper that you did good taking him in, you won't even know if he's praising you or teasing you. Every thing he does for aftercare just makes you wanna have sex with him all over again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and back because that's where you usually hook on for support which also means he likes you marking him. He wouldn't even care if someone saw your scratch marks, he's low-key showing you off. He likes the way you grip on him like he's your only source of strength. He doesn't have a favorite part of your body though because that's all you. It's all his, you're all his. Why would he want a favorite? He loves every inch of your body and makes sure they receive equal attention.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This guy wears condoms. Cleanliness. To avoid unwanted pregnancy. Cum? Straight to the condom. Sometimes when he's close, he'd pull out his dick, remove the condom and cum on you while his fingers do wonders to your hole. He does it raw with you sometimes ─ either you insisted on doing it and after asking if you’re sure many times, he’d comply or if he’s extra horny and he’s sure you’re on a safe day and on your pills.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His left ear is extra sensitive and he likes it when you nibble on it and suck on the area behind it. He doesn't know you've figured it out, he just thinks it's your favorite spot to suck on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

At first, since he solely relied on knowledge on paper and sites, he tested those out and it came out bad. He used to read sex articles and stuff found on the internet. He’s intelligent enough to know vaginas don’t smell like roses and taste like sweet candy as they described them to be. He then started to listen to the twins’ conversations and eventually got caught up in those said conversations. You won’t change my mind that they exchange sex tips and tricks. Kita came to be their master or something. His dick kind of makes up for his lack of techniques and such during sex but still! He pleasures you. He does his absolute best to make you feel good. He asks you if you want him to go deeper, if you want him to thrust harder. He'd probably do anything and everything you want him to do as long as you're pleased.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Side fuck because he doesn't skip leg day. /j

Yes, side fuck — second to missionary. The side fuck but not really…? God, I hate this, I don’t know what it’s called. Basically, he’s on his side and you’re lying on your back. The first time he did you in this position, he had leg cramps and it was extremely painful but he enjoys this position nevertheless. He likes that you’re so close to his body, that he can see how your hole devours his cock, and of course, your lips are so close to him he can just turn your moans into heavy breaths in his mouth. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He takes everything seriously and, of course, this isn’t an exception. Okay, so, his grannyma tells him someone's always watching but he stopped caring. He doesn't get nervous about things he does regularly, on a daily basis. But y'all don't have sex daily (who does tho?), so he's kinda nervous and giddy (he doesn’t show it). His top priority is to make you feel good always. He’d usually whisper to your ear some lines that go like, “you’re squeezing me so tight, I won’t go anywhere, I’m all yours, baby” without knowing this turns you on so fucking much.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Having black and white pubes would be weird so I'm saying it's black.. and thick. The aesthetic kind of thick (LOL, WHAT?). Okay, he's clean. He doesn't shave it fully but trims it every month because he knows the benefits of keeping your pubes. Neat guy, neat privates.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kita showers you with compliments and words of assurance but it always comes out as dirty talk? He’d say you’re so good ─ that he wants to come inside you so bad because you’re just begging for him to do so with how you squeeze him so tight. But then again, the way he whispers those three words turns you on more than any other thing he had said. His hands never leave your body. He doesn't seem like the possessive type but he want you to remember his touches.. and only his. He won't grip the sheets or the headboard whenever he pounds into you. He places his hands on your cheeks, neck, your waist. He pulls you close and moans in your mouth as he comes. Always.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Believe me, he doesn’t jack off that often. It’s not because of what his granny says that someone���s always watching him but because he knows you’d come to him and you’d come for him. When you’re far away from each other, he can’t help but miss you and your touch and that’s where his trusty right hand comes into play. He always calls you when he jacks off. If you’re not available, he’d leave a voicemail so just be careful not listening to it in public.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink but reverse? LMAO, is this a thing? He likes it when he praises someone during sex, he likes the mewls coming out of your mouth whenever he calls you a good girl.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to do it on the bed because a.) you’re both comfortable and b.) unlimited sex positions. He likes the way you grip on the bedsheets, the way your heels dig onto the mattress, how he can feel your warmth everywhere. The bathroom is another thing. He likes the coldness of it and the only source of heat is each other’s body, he likes the way you make lewd faces when he fucks you in front of the bathroom mirror, when he eats you out while sitting on the toilet and how intimate you get under the running water.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets harder even more that it hurts not to come inside your cunt when you try your best to not let out moans because his granny might hear you next door so he asks you if you if he can and you’d nod your head frantically because the way his cock throbs inside you as he comes makes you think that your hole was made for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He kind of likes spanking you but caning is just a no-go.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Did you expect this? He prefers giving. I mean, come on, he solely relied on porn clips which are far from real sex and his performance was just a little below average before so he likes to think that giving the best oral to his current partner is an apology to what his previous partner/s had/have suffered but this doesn’t mean he thinks of someone else during sex. It’s just that… Fuck it, that’s it. He prefers giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This depends on the mood and occasion. I mean, I personally think people have the other side hidden in their deepest desires, they just didn’t find the person to be with yet but in you and Kita’s case, you communicate very well. You want him to go hard and fast? He’d say okay. You want to be slow and sensual? He’d start off with a sweet and passionate kiss.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He thinks it’s convenient and risky but hot. You guys don’t do this often though because what’s worse than getting horny in public and Kita locking you in a cubicle to calm yourself down because he suspected this would just be a wholesome date? But you have sex every once in a while, in their backyard garden and that was wonderful.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t usually ride with you whenever you suggest something in the sexual aspect because he sticks to what he knows and he only believes that certain things are possible when a witness or trusted articles support the claims. You’d think he just doesn’t want to do things with you but he’s actually considering your likes and dislikes. He, for sure, knows what you’d like and dislike because he closely keeps an eye on you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for two to four rounds in average. How long it lasts usually depends on you because he knows he can handle himself well, thrusting into you nonstop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t like toys and doesn’t understand why it doesn’t make him feel things like how they described it to be in the articles he had read before when you guys tried toys but you insisted in giving him a cock ring just in case he wants to wait for you to call back when he masturbates.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kita usually doesn’t tease you although he’s already kind of teasing you when he compliments you during sex but he does once in a while. He’d delay your orgasm as much as he can control himself not to ram into you faster and harder when he knows your horniness is out of the meter and whenever he senses you want some kind of teasing. How he knows when you’re like that? He says that’s his sixth sense.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kita Shinsuke never fails to let out a loud moan when he comes, it’s literally the best thing you heard from him. It’s hot and deep just like how his dick is inside you. If he was going rough, you’d probably hear more of those moans, every spurt of cum from his dick makes him emit more of his beautiful sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sleeps naked. Send tweet.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is so pink and pretty ─ the best shades of nude and rose, I’m not even kidding. He takes care of his body so much and you both take care of his dick. A six-inch dick is good enough, no? his biceps are everything, arms so strong he can fuck you standing for a long time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is on the average level. He’d have sex with you if you want to, you’d have sex with him if he wants to because somehow, your desires always match so it’s like your minds are saying you want to have sex… at the same time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As the king of aftercare, he only sleeps when you're taken care of already, when you're neatly tucked against him. Letting his lips curve into a smile, he can only then go to sleep.

M. List

[rosesloveletters]

My Beloved.

pairing: Commodus x Fem. Reader

word count: 2,870

warnings: sensual kissing & innuendo (Commodus, you ignorant slut.)

summary: Commodus accompanies the reader on a cool evening stroll, meanwhile reader divulges some concerns with his dictatorial leadership style. 

notes: a request from @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much​ for ‘cool evening walks’ + Commodus. This is my very first Commodus piece ever, so please be kind lmao. This plot also has some holes but I don’t really care because I made this storyline up literally as I wrote it. Also, I have not used Latin since like...four years ago, so please bear with me on that part. I’m just trying to get a point across rather than it be necessarily a hundred percent accurate and authentic Latin (also its literally two words that mean ‘my beloved’ so *shrugs*) anyways, enjoy.

Unedited as usual; sorry, I’m lazy.

It was a still, crisp, early-autumn night; not quite cold enough for frost, though not without a bite in the air. A thick layer of dark and heavy clouds hung over the palace courtyards that blotted out the sun and made you shiver as you strolled through the gardens. Condensation clung to your hair, moisture droplets yet to form within the atmosphere as the humidity rose and the surrounding temperatures dropped. You knew not what caused such a phenomenon; despite the thick garments you wore, you couldn’t keep yourself from shivering anyway.

Soon the clouds had begun to fade and the milky white rays of the waning moon filtered down through growing cracks in the cloud cover and illuminated your path. You knew these gardens, could easily walk them in your sleep, and yet your stride faltered with every step. The night sky overhead was black, save for the glittering, speckled imperial tapestry of the heavens. Billions of tiny stars shone down on Roma,casting their interminable light on the sleeping city below.

The darkness frightened you; it had always made you feel like the unknown was closing in around you, washing over you like a big, black wave. The heavens had perhaps opened up and brought forth a torrential downpour of jet black ink. You felt vulnerable in the dark.

Your distaste of the night was not solely your own; Rome’s own emperor was more at peace under the security of the risen sun than he was veiled in darkness. Had he not possessed the adequate measures to ensure his safety, he would not have found himself strolling the gardens this late for your mere amusement. He had been fitted into his dark armor before accompanying you for a walk, much to his chagrin.

It was late and the comfort and warmth of his private bedchambers were calling to him; he needn’t wander the courtyards aimlessly in the hopes of holding your conversation. He could do so within the walls of the palace itself. The only detail responsible for the perpetuation of his actions was how pleased you’d been when he had granted you this kindness and graced you with his presence for the evening. More often than not, he had legislation to attend to that commanded his attention and would find himself engrossed in the scrawls left on his desk until the early hours of the morning whence from there he might somehow drag his tired eyes away from his work long enough to make himself sleep a couple of hours.

Commodus was incensed with the senate; he had not the time to play their foolish, petty games. He cared for Rome itself, notits politics or policy, nor its current lack of singular imperial control or blatant, common respect for a Caesar. If he were disliked by the senate, then he would do everything within his power to weigh out against the odds and reclaim favor from Rome’s citizens. Perhaps it would be enough to save his somehow already tarnished reputation. Where he lacked experience, he possessed infinite ambition and motivation. Surely those qualities did not stand for nothing.

On nights such as this, where his mind was so preoccupied with negativity, his thoughts almost always came ‘round to you. You were one of the only reminders he felt he had that he was needed as an emperor and equally as deserving. His own desire to live up to expectations plagued him. Fulfilling his obligations was simply notenough. He had to be liked, loved, even. He had seized control of Rome from his father becausehe was deserving, though you had been the only one thus far able to fully chase his doubts away.

You knew well that your time spent with Commodus put him at ease; it always had. Your affection was the greatest gift you could have ever given to him and you were humbled to have held the heart of Rome within the palm of your hand. Perhaps he would do great things for the city; your faith in him never wavered. He did all that he could to make you feel safe and you were grateful for his generosity towards you. You had grown up together and not once, over all these years, had he forgotten about you. The power you possessed over him was power enough, yet you would never be so cruel as to use it against him to your advantage.

Your walk led you to the section of the gardens in which you were most at home: lavender bed stretched as far as the eye could see and the smell of those tiny purple blooms filled your nostrils and set your mind and body at rest. This late into the year, the gardens were ceasing to bloom as summer bled into autumn and cold weather began to take over, but the aroma of the calming herb still lingered here.

You spent much time here, when Commodus was busy or attending boring senate meetings. After all, you were the one responsible for the addition of the lavender gardens to the palace. You had explained to Commodus the healing properties of lavender as an antiseptic and an anti-inflammatory aide. Aside from its healing powers, lavender is also useful in treating insomnia, depression, anxiety and restlessness. The scent of the flower alone was enough to calm you and the same must have been true for Commodus as well; you could’ve sworn the tension held in his shoulders was visibly slackened.

You finally came to a stop and took a seat on a marble slab put here for your own pleasure to recline amongst the gardens at your leisure. You moved over and inclined Commodus to sit at your side and he did so wordlessly; his gaze was trained on something in the far distance and, you knew not what it was, it made you somewhat uneasy. You did not look too closely in the same direction for you did not like the way Commodus’ praetorians lurked in the shadows, closely monitoring your every move. They remained for your safety and guaranteed Commodus’ peace of mind, however you yourself were not fond of the guard. Something about them seemed more sinister than necessary; you’d been meaning to challenge Commodus about their necessity for several moons now.

“Forgive me, Caesar, but I have concerns that I would very much like to bring to your attention,” your formal tone had captured his audience and now he looked to you for answers, his gaze held yours as you continued, “it is about your guard.”

A complacent grin appeared on Commodus’ face before you could continue, “you’ve always chosen to refer to me as ‘Caesar’when you believe that what you have to say will offend me,” he began, “though every time, I give you my undivided attention and greatest generosity towards your wishes.”

“Forgive me, my Lord,” you uttered apologetically and the look on his face made you realize how foolish you had been; you’d mistakenly done it again. It vexed Commodus every time you interrupted him, though something about this time made him allow you to finish your thoughts, “I am indebted to you and your tactfulness should you not appreciate my concerns, but I fear that you should not surround yourself with such brutality if you wish to gain Rome’s favor.”

His sudden, sharp laughter made you jump and you wondered if this time you had somehow gone too far. His wicked tongue wounded you and you shrank back, ready for a barrage of rage you knew only from him could make you cower, “listen to me, my y/n,” Commodus began, “you needn’t fear me. I am the same man you’ve always known, the one you have grown up with and the one who cares deeply for you. If you’ve something to say to me, then say it and I will respond with the same gentility in which you always approach me with.”

“Commodus, I believe that the praetorian guard is unnecessary here, within the palace grounds. We are safe here, are we not?”

Commodus did not share your same sentiment. You knew he didn’t, for why else would he have brought along so manyof them? They followed him now and you were unable to convince him of the dangers revolving around such unnecessary force, though it didn’t matter. Your lover had become the emperor of Rome and things had been bound to change since then. You were well too aware that vulnerability made him behave differently; should Commodus ever be backed into a corner he would come out fighting and that was not the Commodus you had known all these years. Your Commodus was gentle, a generous man with a childlike spirit. The senate mocked him and treated him like he was a spoiled child. Those around him had set him up for failure from day one and it seemed unfair to you that they would not give him at least a chance as any other. He was to do great things for Rome, but at what cost? Could they not find it in their hearts to give him one measly opportunity to do the right thing? His leadership style was unconventional, but he had been crossed. The wind had been let out of his sails long before you knew him, though now you knew you wanted to build him back up, set him on the right path and help him lead Rome to greatness.

So lost in thought were you that Commodus’ change in direction caught you off-guard, “do you remember our last walk in the gardens? Far from here, away from the city which holds me prisoner?”

Prisoner. You had never thought of it this way. Despite his desire for total control, he too wanted control over his own life, that which he had never gotten, not even now with the entirety of Rome’s fate at his fingertips.

You looked at him and his gaze was cast downward, “Yes, I remember,” you whispered breathlessly, “what about that night do you wish for me to remember?”

“Do you remember what I said to you then?”

How could you have ever forgotten? It was not long ago that Commodus had become your lover. You had known him all your life and still had not had the courage or opportunity to let him know how you felt. Though in time, you’d spent more of it together and things had progressed naturally until one night you’d been walking with him in the gardens when your relationship had been changed forever. You thought back to that time now, back when he was just a mere scrawny prince with no real prospects other than hopefully claiming the title of emperor someday. Many believed he had been more of a man back then that he was now, though how true this was for you was unknown.

“Of course I remember,” you responded, “you’d asked me to love you.”

Commodus snorted, “I still remember my exact words: ‘I suppose it would be foolish of me to think that perhaps one day I might earn your affection.’”

“Why do you repeat them to me now? I don’t see why…”

“’Why’is because…thisis what I have done for you,” he gestured grandly to the expanse of the space and you had to take a moment to appreciate this information in a new light, “I have granted you your safety as well as my own so that your affection can be returned.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that and you were further inclined to ask, but his next reaction came as nothing short of an appropriate response. His thick fingers enclosed around your chin and tilted your head back until he was able to leave a firm kiss upon your lips, cementing his love for you within the breakable confines of your heart.

He kissed you like he had always wanted to be kissed, soft and sensual, hot and breathy; not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness, the sharing of one breath. You felt lost in one, singular, timeless moment, where the bottom of the earth had dropped out from beneath your feet and your own body turned to mush. Heat rose in your cheeks as his tongue found yours within the heated throes of passion, delicious and dizzyingly sweet was the taste of him, then the firmer, more determined and curious side of him enraptured you as you both sought after that electric touch you found yourselves needing now more than ever before.

Commodus could inhale your breath from your closeness and he could feel the warmth of your skin as his hands clutched desperately at your robes. He could feel eyes on his back as the praetorians leered at you both, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. He had brought them along for the sole purpose of him being able to kiss you without fear. He owed that courtesy to you at the very least. Under the watchful eye of the praetorian guard, Commodus was able to find relaxation and enjoy the palace at his leisure. More so, he could focus all of his outward attention on you. Commodus was just as uneasy under cover of darkness as you were, but at least his safety was something he could control, not to say your lips weren’t providing him some much needed sweet relief.

You broke the kiss in need of air and your palm came to rest flat against his metal breastplate, your fingers outlining the intricate detail it had been engraved with. Your index finger traced the shape of the horses pulling a chariot across his chest and you heard him breathe out heavily through his nose as he watched you fondly, “you’ve always liked this piece,” he commented, “I plan on wearing it to the games...if that pleases you.”

“Pleases me?” you uttered, your eyes flicking up to meet his once more.

He nodded only once and you couldn’t help the smile that arose on your face, “everything about you pleases me, dear Commodus.”

You gently took his right hand into both of yours and kissed the jewel on his ringed finger. You honored him, cared for him, lovedhim… He had won your affection after all and you werepleased. Tonight, you were simply pleased to have spent a lovely evening in the gardens with you instead of being locked away somewhere inside the palace. You were a free spirit and you needed fresh air, this being something Commodus had always known about you. It made him, too, wish to be free.

“Shall we retire to our chambers, mea amata?” Commodus whispered to you, a near jovial tone peeking through in his innocent words, “Luna provides little compensation for the warmth in which Helios bestows upon us.”

You did not need to hear the words for his eyes spoke them infinitely: he neededto kiss you. He needed more of you, love which you could only offer him away from the prying eyes of the praetorians and the rest of his palace staff. Whatever it was that you saw in his eyes then had made you pause; all you could do was give him what he needed.

You kissed him again, this time taking the lead as you rose to your feet and cupped his round cheeks. You stood over him, holding his face in your hands as your mouth devoured every small noise that poured forth from your lover’s lips. His soft and eager lips made you feel unsteady on your feet and where you both should have been embarrassed to do anything like this outside of the privacy of your own company, neither one of you could find it within yourselves to pull away from each other.

It wasn’t until you were both practically out of air that you finally broke apart again, this time Commodus’ hands finding their way around your waist as he held you steadily in front of him. His dark-rimmed eyes glittered with star shine and were full of possibilities.Thiswas the Commodus you had always known; this young man, hardly considered seasoned and fully mature adult, who was still so fully invested in his love for you because here, in the gardens, he had trustedyou.

“Let’s go to our chambers now, Sire, and I will give to you all of the warmth I hold for you inside my heart,” you whispered to him, low enough that your voice would not carry.

A fire was burning within Commodus, scorching a path of flames into the very pit of his soul and down to a spot that was, thank the Gods, concealed by his heavy armor and robes. A smirk split across his face, “very well,” he took your hand, “I appreciate your eagerness to please your emperor this evening. Perhaps I shall reward you for your good behavior.”

You laughed aloud this time, giving his hand a firm squeeze as the two of you started to make your way out of the gardens, tailed by Commodus’ employed praetorians, “do not get ahead of yourself, my dear Caesar.”

[letthefrogsbe]

remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry. 

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

[commanderserwin]

half a heart.

↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader

↦ word count: 2.7k

↦ anon request: 

hi, ik request is open so could i request: unrequited love + levi / eren?? u can make it a fic or like short drabble idk lmao ur choice bubs!! idk why i'm asking for angst and sadness *sobs* 🥰 btw i absolutely love ur writings!!!! luv ya xx

↦ author’s note(s): i chose levi, i hope that it’s okay! also feel like this started as unrequited love but then i lost control and was like yeah ? 

ps. i hope u still enjoy and thank you very much ♡ i appreciate it !! LUV UUU

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. How could a simple crush turn into a somber love, as you lay in bed thinking of him. The little smiles, nods, greetings, was all you could harbor your feelings into. The simple late night teas, sitting in the mess hall, exhaustion creeping in your bones— but still here you are. 

Whenever you see him, your heart dances. 

Whenever he acknowledges you, your lips betrays into a smile. 

Whenever he talks to you, your mouth stutters. 

Whenever he's near, you can't help but move in closer. 

There comes a day when you don't speak to him, wondering if he does think of you. While you currently lie awake in the deep night, thinking and fantasizing what it could feel like to be called theirs. How it feels to hold him in the night, mumble about your days, kiss his lips, hear his stories, listen to how your name echo in his voice, know his flaws and insecurities, and how you would hold them as you accepted all of their good and bad even before you'd even know him. 

You could still remember the first time that you saw him. The first time that you heard his voice. The first time he practiced with you. The first times-- while he became the sole reason for the butterflies in your stomach. 

It was a simple crush. 

You admired him from afar, gush over his looks and skills.

But once you tapped on his shoulder, as bravery took over your body when you walked towards their table, you finally said, "Can I sit here?" 

He only nodded his head, scooting over so that you could sit beside him. He even helped you placed your tray when your hands almost dropped it. Heart beating so loud, you could feel it pump through your chest, the tips of your ears red, as well as the blush creeping into your neck. 

"I'm Isabel," the girl gushed, offering a hand. The new recruits. "And this is Farlan, and my big brother Levi." 

"Oh," you nodded, lips turning into a smile. You shook her hand, "My name is [Y/N]. It's very nice to meet you all." 

"Hi," Farlan mumbled, smiling right back at you while Levi only nodded, staring at his food. 

He is so stoic, calm, cool, and impassive that it attracted you more to him. 

That night, you wanted to beat yourself up for thinking about him, Levi running through your mind, holding on to the way his hand brushed against yours to help you and the way he nodded, and made space for you. 

It was a simple crush. 

Something that you'd look forward to after a long and heavy expedition. After training. After dinners, where you would take a sit beside him, talking with Isabel while you subtly glanced at him while you take a bite. 

Then comes the day when he doesn’t step out of his room, with worry filling you up. The deaths of Isabel and Farlan drowning him with sorrow. All you could do is knock on his door, carrying a tray of food for him. 

“Levi?” You called out, knocking again when there was no answer. “I’m coming in.” 

He was sitting on his bed, his head facing the door as he waited for you to enter. He couldn’t even muster up a nod as you softly padded towards him, placing the tray next to him. 

“I thought you might be hungry,” you whispered, sitting on the floor, as he hung his head down. 

He didn’t say anything, not to even take a bite of the bread you reserved for him. 

You handed him the fresh cup of tea, placing it over his clasped hands. “Why don’t you take a sip,” you said, folding out his hands, taking note of the callouses in his fingers. “Just to fill your stomach.” 

Levi nodded, wrapping his fingers on the cup, as you pulled away. He quietly sipped, still looking down. 

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, holding your legs close to your chest as you looked at him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through that.” 

Levi nodded again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked at you as he broke the bread in half, handing it to you. “You didn’t have to do this.” 

“I want to,” you admitted, smiling gently that he’s eating something solid. You wanted to initially say something else, but turned your mind away from it. This isn’t the time to confess and it was selfish to say it now. “I’m your friend. I’ve got your back.” 

The next day, Levi waited for you at the usual table. You tried to suppress your smile at the sight of him, but you failed. Once you were seated, he proceeded to wait until you took the first bite. He listened to you ramble about your day, occasionally grunting in response, and it was better than nothing.

You finally opened your heart at the prospect of love, daydreaming, what it would mean to share that with him. 

And it is always like that. Both of you stuck together, that nobody would even come between the two of you. 

He was there when you complained about one of the soldiers; then the next day he’d have bruised knuckles while the one who bothered you had a cut on his lips. He was there when he urged you to punch him harder so that you could protect yourself. He was there when he grabbed you by the waist, surprising you, as he carried you from branch to branch to protect you during expeditions.

For the love of everything, he was there. 

He’s the reason why you couldn’t sleep, reliving how his warm his touch were on yours. 

He’s the reason why you couldn’t stop smiling at him whenever he waits for you so that the both of you could eat together. 

He’s the reason why you always looked forward to the next day; envisioning what would happen. 

But the heartbreaking truth is, he doesn’t see you that way. 

Levi let you chase him each way, oblivious to how you felt, because in his eyes, that’s what friends are for. He paid no attention to how you smile, how your stares lingered, or how you leaned in a bit closer when it was just the two of you. Or was it because, he was hiding it better than you are? But you still curbed the idea because it was ridiculous. 

Then he wanted to feel something. 

He knocked on your door, and once you opened the door on him, he nodded towards the mess hall, asking you to join him. 

“What is it?” You whispered, wrapping your robe tighter around your body as he lead you away. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Levi muttered, crossing his arms as he felt you behind him. He turned his face, almost brushing his lips on your cheeks as he did, but you scurried away. 

He didn’t miss the way you blushed. 

“Oh,” you shuddered, hand going up to you cheek. A simple crush, you thought. Perhaps? “And you thought that it was best for you to wake me up?” 

Levi nodded, pointing to the bench. “Wait here.” 

That you did, while you hurried to fix your disheveled hair, your clothes that are way to thin for the night, then you licked your lips just enough for moisture. 

It was a long two minutes. Heart-pounding. Nerve wrecking. While you waited for him to emerge. 

Levi finally reappeared, holding two cups. With all the space available, you thought that this was it. 

Finally, you thought nervously, maybe this isn’t a simple crush anymore. 

He made your tea just the way you like it, blowing off some steam as you placed it against your lips. 

“Be careful,” Levi whispered against his cup, as he sipped. From the corner of his eyes, he watched you blush again. He isn’t really thinking, but he wants to try. He’s known you for a long time now and maybe this is right. He's got to make a decision and this is his choice. 

"Bad dreams?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the warm cup as you turned to him. 

"Something like that." 

"Oh," you nodded, worry filling your eyes as he stared his greys at yours. "How can I help?" 

Levi thought hard, his mouth drying up as he setlled his on his choice. 

He inexplicably leaned forward, his eyes boring into yours as his nose touched yours. 

"Levi?" 

He felt your lips brushed against his when you whispered his name. He looked down at your lips, licking his own, as he looked up at your eyes again. He noticed that you stopped breathing, and gently placed his hands on either side of your neck. 

"Levi?" 

Is this happening? you thought. Oh, he is so near. 

Like a fool, you waited. Then on a second, you felt him close the gap between the two of you. It wasn't fireworks that you felt, it was fucking more than that. His lips moved against yours as he guided you closer to him. His hand went lower to your waist, closing the gap even more, while he continued to kiss you. 

Just like a fool. That's what you felt when he pulled away, his hands off of you like hot coal. Levi shook his head, his bangs curtaining his eyes as he scooted away. Levi gripped his cup. He couldn't meet your eyes. 

"Levi?" 

"That was a mistake," Levi muttered, pushing himself off of the bench. 

He left. Just like that. He left you on the bench. 

The tea he prepared grew cold as you sat there. The walk back to your room was humiliating. So fucking humiliating that you bit on your lower lip to not disturb the hallways with your cries. Just like a fool, you waited for the fantasy that you thought was going to come when he pulled you in. You waited for the sparks to happen, but instead it felt like someone dampen it. He did. Levi did. 

You can't even get to be mad at him, because this was all your doing. 

You didn't know when that simple crush turned into something when he finally kissed you. It had transcended those means when he kiss you. It went above and beyond, and the fantasies you've had slowly sunk into the ground, writhing at your feet. 

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Days turned into years, and years, and years, and here you were. 

Captain Levi. 

It was late at night, the distance between the both of you widening, your feelings working its way down, but love stayed where you held on to it tightly, still fucking blindly holding on to it. Levi silently accepted your reluctance for him, the hesistation from you, fully knowing that he did it to the both of you. 

Levi kept thinking about that kiss that night. He thought that kisses shared would emit joy, happiness, smiles, but all it did was fill him with regret, guilt, and worry. It was his choice because he wanted to feel something, but he doesn't have it in himself. He didn't want to feel anything, he didn't want to feel the infatution. He ought to talk to you that night, but you disappeared from him. He watched you ignore him, avoid him, lose the smile on your lips, and he thought that: 'It's okay. It's for the better.'

But still it was hard, because after all these years, it was still the both of you. 

The feelings has numbed down. But it was still there, waiting to be poked with a stick to be awakened once more. Still, the half of your heart laid out for him.

"Levi?" 

Levi stopped writing, hesistating to answer. But in the end, he made his choice. "Come in." 

He watched the knob turned, as you joined him for a quiet company. He pushed away his papers, helping you with the tray. He watched you pull forward a spare chair, moving it closer to the desk. He smiled at the gesture, then his eyes softened as you smiled. 

"How are you?" You asked, noticing the paperworks. "Erwin gave you more work?" 

"Yeah," Levi answered, taking his tea. His heart is pounding. "How are you?"

"Couldn't sleep," you said, sipping your tea. "Then I saw the light from your office." 

He nodded, sipping his. No one said a thing, until the both of you finished your teas. You slumped against the chair, crossing your legs as you smiled sadly. It hurts. 

Years into years into years, and it still hurts. 

Levi caught on to your face, his heart gripping his thoughts into something that he cannot untangle. 

"What happened to us?" 

Levi only looked down, "I don't know." 

"No," you smiled, tilting your head. "You know, Levi, you just don't want to talk about it."

"What else is there to talk about?" 

"Where did we go wrong?"

"It was just a kiss." 

"It was the kiss for me." 

Levi looked up, watching you fiddle with the fingers on your lap. You looked up, resting your arm on the chair, as you sighed deeply. The memories from that night crashing itself on to you. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Ah," you sighed deeply again, smiling fondly at the man before him. "I waited years for me to hear that." 

"I'm sorry," Levi whispered, guilt eating him up. He still couldn't erase the look on your face when he pulled away from you. 

The sadness, confusion, and anger twirled into one that it kept him up that night and the nights after, thinking of a way to apologize, until it flitted into something that is unspeakable as the both of you grew apart. He still wouldn't miss the way you would stare at him. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, thinking of a way to push him towards you but his feet wouldn't move. 

His heart doesn't beat the same way as yours. His eyes doesn't linger at yours. His mind isn't filled by you, as he tried to stomp on it.

"Thank you," you murmured softly. 

The love inside you died. But you were happy, for some reason, you were happy. It was the closure that you needed after all these years. 

"I'm sorry that that's how you felt." 

"It's okay," you chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. Levi smiled a little, heart bursting that he finally heard you laugh. "It started as a little crush, anyway." 

"I noticed," Levi admitted, his eyes matching yours. He hid his eyes as you blushed again, real laughter coloring the room. 

Just like the old times. He remembers when you blushed during the first time he met you, the way he helped you because the food was close to falling, he couldn't shy away at the way your cold hand brushed his, he didn't miss the way that he actually liked your company. The feelings bubbling up like a well-kept treasure that's bound to be dug up either way. 

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked up at you, curiosity displayed in your beautiful eyes. Just like the old times. He hid the key for his well-kept treasure, hesistantly opening it for you. He wants to say it, to keep it equal. To call it quits, now that everything is being said. It was his turn to feel his heart pound crazily. The nerves turning on and on, making him feel nervous. 

But he saw the look on your face. Levi noticed that you feel more at peace. Happy. Contented, and he didn't want to pull it away from you. 

"What is it, Levi?" 

Levi leaned on his chair, silent for a minute as he watched you. Peace colored your aura, as you tilted your head again. He watched you arch your brow, lips slightly open, your chest rising up and down evenly. 

Your heart doesn't beat that way anymore, he thought. 

He had to make a decision. Go and live with his choice. Should he tell you or not? Levi thought hard and long, watching you intently. 

His stares doesn't work on you anymore, as you only waited for him to continue. There was something different with the way his words hang in the air. It was the sheen sweat on his forehead and the unaware nibbles on his lip that he does rarely, when he's deep in thought. 

Finally, Levi stared at you. 

Levi smiled softly, shaking his head, as he went back to work. He made his choice, finding peace with it along the way to not tell you, "I forgot what I was going to say. It's nothing." 

[butterfliesinthenightsky]

hi sweetheart !! may i please req an ateez and bts personality ship ?? my description was SUPER long (I GOT CARRIED AWAY </3) so you can cut my request at the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance <3

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark near the inside of my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with but i love cancers and virgos <33) ! i’m also an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy/quiet when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a goofy (heavy on the goofy im never not laughing) bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up. also, lots of people say i’m mature and carry myself well, but around my friends i’m one of the most goofiest people ever (probably bc my face will literally be 😐 one sec and then 🥰 the next second when someone makes me laugh <3)

tysm in advance!!! Have an amazing day/afternoon/evening!

@anpanseok DARLING! I hope you love your ship <3 I'm actually really proud of this one, you'll have to let me know what you think! <3

In ATEEZ, I ship you with one and only demon San!

(I thought you'd like that gif ;) )

Okay, when you were describing all of the things that you would want in the relationship, I thought of San due to how clingy and affectionate he is with the other members of ATEEZ. He is a Cancer, which is good because that is one of the star signs that are compatible with yours. I don't believe that the age difference of four years would be that much of an issue, especially since San acts younger than he is most of the time anyway. I feel like most men are intimidated when their female significant other is tall themselves, but he is tall himself and I feel like the fact that you are taller is kind of one of his favorite things about you? One of his other favorite things about you are your curves, he always puts his hand on your thighs during movie night at the boys' dorm or in the back pocket of your jeans when you two are walking into KQ Entertainment together. When you wear dresses when all of you go out to fancy dinners together, he has to hold himself back because he ADORES you when you wear dresses! You said you're am ambivert, I feel like he relates to that in some form of way, like I feel like there are certain situations where he feels a bit more introverted about. Sometimes Hongjoong has to scold him because he texts you so much, but he can't stay mad at you when you pop into the building with their favorite Starbucks drinks and hand-made lunch boxes for them. Just as you always support his creative endeavors, he always returns it for you tenfold and when you are talking about issues you care deeply about, he gives you his full attention and stares at you lovingly. Not just San, but all of the boys, come to you whenever they are dealing with stress and they just want someone to talk to because you are so amazing at giving advice and supporting them. There was a time when a sasaeng approached you, San, Wooyoung and Jongho when you were doing some late night grocery shopping when another ATINY stopped her, causing an argument and nasty words to be exchanged. Let's just say, you shut that sasaeng down REAL quick when you heard some of the things she said. One day you woke up and found a present that San made for you, a mixtape of all of your favorite songs from all your favorite genres of music, along with a little keychain that had tokens of all of the states you had visited. He wholeheartedly loves you and he makes every effort to support all of your dreams. When he has days off from work, the two of you make a blanket fort in your living room and watch old episodes of Forensic Files and Law & Order: SVU, whilst surrounded by fluffy blankets and a couple of his favorite plushies. His life an idol doesn't afford him much down time, unfortunately, but he always makes time for you and you always have the craziest adventures with not only each other, but all of the other boys as well. Squishy San will want all of the cuddles, have you SEEN how affectionate he is with the other members?! Also, him in all black outfits.... YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. One day he was visiting your apartment and he surprised you with matching beaded pearl bracelets and he never takes it off, not even for performances. The boys don't really think nothing of walking into the bathroom to brush their teeth whilst one of the others is showering, that just comes with their busy schedules and their dorm life. Let's just say this: Mingi wasn't able to look you in the eyes for two weeks because he did just that, not realize that you had snuck in and stayed the night, and were currently going to the bathroom whilst San was in the shower. Your camera roll is not only filled with silly pictures of San that you've captured, but of the most magazine worthy, model pictures you have ever been lucky enough to take. He accepts you for all of your flaws, and helps you to try to work on them, however that may be and you do the same for him.

In summary: You both are simps for each other and I AM HERE FOR IT.

In BTS, I ship you with Namjoon!

Another tall boy for you, I got you! You both are Virgos, but I looked it up worried that two Virgos would clash, and it said that they would be very intuitive with each other and would understand each other! The age gap is quite large, I don't know how okay you are with that? I know everyone has different preferences. He approached you first when he saw you at the mom & pop coffee shop/cafe around the corner from your apartment, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Another man who I don't think would be bothered by your curves (men can be shallow dicks), I think that is his favorite thing (same as San) about you. Not even in a sexual way, I feel like his hands would always end up on your butt without him even noticing. Most of the time, one of the other boys will point it out when all of you are hanging out together, and he will be proud that he has a significant other like you, but he almost might become a shy mess about it I feel like. I feel like he can get jealous, just because you are closest to Jungkook in the group and you often pull pranks on the other members together. There is never a shortage of laughs when all of you are together, pure crackhead energy if I've ever seen it, just non stop jokes and banter between all of you. You were able to get time off from work and were actually able to join them (their managers were surprisingly chill about you tagging along? CONFUSION?) on their tour around Europe and you had so many memories. You actually brought along a Polaroid camera that you found in a little store one day when the two of you were shopping, and you ended up having to buy an extra suitcase on the trip because you took LITERAL hundreds of pictures of all of your adventures and the tour shenanigans. He has childish tendencies, I feel like he would love to play Roblox with you? I feel like he would take a very mathematical approach to building things, that's just the vibe I get from him. He often stares at you when you're doing your makeup in the morning, he finds it fascinating and he even asked you to do his makeup for some of his shows. His makeup artists weren't angry, luckily, all of their staffs absolutely adore you two together. He is all up for adventures, I feel like he would chicken out at the idea of skydiving, though lol. You keep stealing his sweaters, which he low-key highkey is SO happy about because he loves the way that you look in them. The size difference is only three or four inches (I've seen people say he's 6 feet, but then others say he's 6 foot 2, WHICH IS IT?!), so it's pretty easy to sneak kisses from him whenever you want them when you're together. If he sees you struggling to stay awake whilst studying, he'll softly close your book and drag you over to your bed for a couple hours so you can take a quick nap to regain the energy. I don't really know his temperament that well, he has to be rather even-tempered to deal with those hooligans he calls the rest of BTS, so I feel like you wouldn't have that many fights. You both are always striving to help each other to be the best versions of each other you can be. You joined the boys on vacation at a lake house and one night you were having dinner and he blushed after you said something cheeky to him, causing you to say to him, "You look like a cute tomato when you blush, my cutie pie." in front of the other members. Needless to say, he turned even more red and the boys teased him mercilessly for the rest of the night. Don't know how the cooking would go (this boy is a DISASTER in the kitchen), but you would have fun learning new dishes. He would brag about getting a dish right, and you quickly praise him but also say, " and that's why you a big ass head.", causing him to die laughing. He is the very definition of a hard worker, and I feel like he would love being praised and doing the same for his significant other, so I'm glad that you said that you liked the words of affirmation love language, because GET READY. He's definitely been buffing up (I SCREAM WHENEVER I SEE PICTURES OF HIM NOWADAYS), so

his hugs would always be the best things, so warm and comforting. Don't know how you feel about children? We've all seen that VLive where this idiot literally bought baby shoes because he thought they were cute, so I think he would definitely want children down the road in your relationship if you were both comfortable with it. Best father and husband award goes to him.

In conclusion: SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMPPPPPPPPPPPP.

[izzyphantomgamer]

Mine [Kuroo Tetsurou]

Read with caution LMAO

Voices. The voices that rang through the corridors of their school. Kuroo Tetsurou only let out a sigh as he walked to his classroom, but the peace he wanted was impossible to obtain. He was unable to get his night rest and his head began to throb due to the lack of sleep. He paid no attention to the surrounding students. They should be seated now - he thought to himself. “Ah, Kuroo san!” the said male turned his head to see Yamamoto Taketora. “What is it?” He asked. He observed his underclassman. He noticed at that moment that he was not in his school uniform but in his tracksuit. He was confused at first, but in a mere second, he realized that he forgot about their morning training. “Shoot, I forgot about it. Come on!” He said and they ran to their locker room. The matter slipped his mind, he hoped to be saved from a reprimand. Maybe it was the fatigue from the previous night - he wondered. “Kuroo, you’re late!” Yaku scolded him. He tucked his shirt in his shorts and he was ready. So were the others, Kuroo was the only one left to change, and he did. He took off his sleeveless vest before he undid his tie, he heard the casual conversation they began while they waited. He was not interested in their conversation, rather he felt the need to regain his focus and wake himself up before he made unnecessary mistakes that only Haiba Lev was capable of. Once he took off his dress shirt, his torso was left bare and he felt a chill down his spine. Winter was around the corner. It took a minute for him to realize that he had several eyes on his figure. He saw them stare at him, rather they stared at his left arm and left side. He sensed the curiosity and worry, but he said no word and waited for them to speak. “Kuroo, what happened? You have cuts all over your left side!” Kai remarked and all of them were quiet, even Kozume Kenma was in disbelief. He never saw his friend in such a state, and to say that he was alarmed and preoccupied was the least. “Oh, this?” He ran his cold fingers over the injury on his arm, it made him wince but he smiled at his team. He tried to reassure them that it was nothing to be worked up about. “I played with a little kitten yesterday, but she began to misbehave when I took her in my arms.” and those words were enough to dissolve their concern, instead it was replaced by laughter and a small scold from their libero. “Kuroo san, you should know better than that!” “Kuroo, what if those injuries cost you to perform poorly?!” Kuroo just joined in their laughter and began to respond to Yaku, mockery in his words. However, Kenma was silent, he observed his friend from the corner of his eye and a frown was on his face. He knew that his reason was dishonest, but he preferred to not voice out his thoughts. After all, it was a matter that should never be said out loud. It was a problem to train when one has their body covered in scratches and Kuroo Tetsurou confirmed the statement. It was a hassle to block, but he endured the pain and to prevent any inconvenience, he never uttered a word although it was taking a toll on his stamina. “Ah, Christmas is coming. I really don’t want to spend another Christmas alone.” Yamamoto began, the frivolous conversation was a normal occurrence when they had a break. “Yamamoto senpai, you have your family though! So you’re not alone, what are you saying?” Lev interjected, and he gave him a dead stare. Shibayama sensed the tension and dangerous aura their ace had and braced himself. “That’s not what I meant!” he shouted and threw his water bottle at him. A collective laughter once more erupted among the group while Lev tried to defend himself from his upperclassman, but the whole ordeal was short-lived and the attention was put on their captain. “Kuroo san, aren’t you popular among girls?” He began “I mean I always hear them talk about you. Don’t you have a girlfriend? At least someone you like?” It was meant as an innocent and curious question, but it was a topic that, mainly from their ace, they often discussed when their captain was nowhere to be seen. They never really saw him interact with the other gender, unless it was related to school. What they expected to see was not the current reaction they witnessed: his face began to grow red, he leaned his face on the palm of his hand and he averted his gaze. He felt his heart restless in his chest. The gym was quiet, they were in awe. Kuroo Tetsurou, their captain who was infamous due to his provocative words and actions, the one who often teased people for amusement, the one who was always confident in his own self was silent and moreover, embarrassed. The silence was broken the moment Kuroo gave a soft hum as a response. An uproar it was for the following minutes. They had to hear the story. It was exhaustive, he never felt such exhaustion before. He was now in class, his usual seat at the back of the room next to the window. It was Japanese literature, but he paid no attention to the professor that conducted the lesson. “Hey, [L/N] has been absent for a week now. Is she sick?” “Now that you mention it, even Kimura has been missing for a week.” “Do you think it has something to do with [L/N]?” “What? You mean they eloped?!” “Quiet!” The group of students were quick to dissolve their conversations. Kuroo Tetsurou felt himself bite his lower lip. He felt a discomfort, a sensation that was solely identified as jealous, form in his chest. It somewhat irritated him to no end, their constant gossip and mischievous words, they should all just be quiet because all they do was put malice in all matter knowing nothing. His eyes were now on the empty desks in front of him, one belonged to [L/N] and one next to it belonged to Kimura. Oh how Kuroo hated him, they only talked on a few occasions but he never missed it. The way he looked at [L/N], those eyes disgusted him and wished them to be gone. However, his gaze soften when he looked at the desk where the [h/c] sat for three whole years. It was her favourite seat. He was a little embarrassed to admit that he always picked the seat behind her, but he felt happy that way. He was able to look at her whenever he wanted. Her sweet smile, her soft hair that smelled of [favourite scent] and her beautiful eyes that were so bright. It always made the butterflies in his stomach out of control. She was perfect to him. He wanted to kiss her but the fact that he was unable to made him sad. But it would not be long. "I'm home." The black haired male said to nobody in particular, a response was the last thing he expected, only silence answered. It had been a while since he heard his parents but he was not bothered by their absence. The house was cold and dark, but it was already evening so it was a given for it to be in those conditions. He discarded his shoes at the front door and made his way to his bedroom, he wanted to rest after a long day of physical and intellectual activity. He opened the door to his room and he smiled. He was finally at peace. He settled his bag on the floor, near his bed and he sat next to it and afterwards he reached for the remote control and turned on the TV. There was nothing much to see during the early evening. A soft light came from the screen, a simple broadcast of a breaking news. "A body was found near the river, it appears that it suffered several inhumane injuries, the most peculiar damage were the empty eye sockets of the victim." "People should be careful outside." Kuroo whispered. "Ah, we have been informed that the name of the boy is 18 year old Kimura Rentarou." The noises that came from the television was drowned by Kuroo, he had a soft smile on his lips. Instead of the cold floor, he laid himself on his bed and whispered. "Did you hear that, little kitten? That little asshole is no more. We can be happy together now. Just you and me. My parents disappointed me though, they never wanted us to be together but they are gone now so you have not one single thing to worry about, my love." He said as he pulled the girl close to his chest. He felt her tremble under his arms. Ah, how cute she truly is - he thought to himself while he licked the tears that escaped from under the blindfold. "You should behave yourself, little kitten. You scratched me so much last night that I had trouble at volleyball and because you misbehaved I had no choice but to tie you up." He chuckled softly and he held her firmly, in a tight embrace. "I love you, [F/N]. You're only mine. Mine."

[koishua]

𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝘼𝙂 !

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notes from vie: oml what the hell was this. honestly, this was so long, but i think it allowed me to reflect upon myself for a moment lmao.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮

october twenty eighth! on winwin day, nonetheless!

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧

i adore every single one smh. if it were palettes we were speaking about, then it would probably be greyish blue tones and beige to yellow ones!

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

my lucky number does not work, because my misfortune overpowers it way too much. i like the number eight, though!

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙨

i used to have pet baby cobras, fishes, yellow and blue budgies, and aquatic turtles!

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

i am aspiring to reach 170 cm, but i am currently 159-160 cm! that would be 5'2"?? i think.

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚

a pair of combat boots, white canvas shoes, and one sneakers for sports class... not many lmao i am not a shoe gal.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜

changes everyday. as i am typing, however, it would be lose it by oh wonder, rush hour by gaho and run by one republic!

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚

i have three: rise of the guardians, room (2015), and... any studio ghibli movie tbh. whoops.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

i say that i do not have a type all of the time, but all of the people i have been attracted to and had a crush on were the wild, fun, and cute guys in my class. they also tend to be very kind and understanding as well. i am a sucker for people who smile often.

they would have to be accepting of all of my flaws and love me regardless, just like the way i would do the same for them if i love them as well. i am also extremely touch deprived haha, so i would honestly be over the moon if they don't mind hugs and physical affection.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣

only after i have a stable income and have things sorted out, because i don't want to struggle raising them because of financial and mental issues. no kid deserves parents that can't take care of them ig.

𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙬

the law from where i come from are terrible and something pretty bad has happened, but i'd rather that's kept in private haha. i swear i didn't commit any crimes lmao police are just incredible blind and unfair there.

𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

shower. i am way too impatient for baths. also, i feel weird sitting in a tub filled water while naked lmfao it's so weird for me.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

grey.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘

k-r&b, indie, pop-rock hybrid ig, lo-fi.

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝

only one below my head.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣

it varies. i sleep like a rock even though i can’t sleep for long, so i wake up in the exact position i initially fall asleep in. either on my back or my right side, since my left side isn’t too good lmao.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣❜𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪❜𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜

buzzing mosquitos and damp, hot air (which is very rare, so i guess we are okay). i also hate being cold, so i sleep with two blankets even during summer haha. my limbs are ice-cold all the time smh

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩

oats mixed with chocolate chunks.

𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙮

i never went to a club or took lessons, but we had a backyard where my dad allowed me to shoot at stuff with a bow and the few arrows he made. i was pretty good at aiming, but my eyesight has deteriorated, so i left it at that lmao

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩

watermelons and mangoes... also rambutan and mangis, but we don’t have them in germany ;-; i missed them.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙

fuck. and i am sorry to say that i use it here quite a lot.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨

tons.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧

some have called me a psychopath before, but they just don’t understand that i was raised by very strict parents and learned how to lie lmao. i am pretty ashamed to say yes.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚

i have tested twice. once when i was fourteen, which showed that i was an infj-t, but then i took it again last year and it showed that i was an infp-t. i heard that 16Personalities was trash, though, so take it with a grain of salt.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡

my best friend. she is a wild character, ngl, but she and i communicate extremely well. she is outgoing, courageous, hilarious, and has no qualms with being the odd one. she isn’t overly obnoxious, but she has a nice kind of self-confidence going on.

𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚

i love yang jeongIN. definitely an innie, because i don’t even remember what the front of my house looks like haha. i don’t go out unless someone literally grabs my arms and physically drags me out and i am not even joking with this one. 

𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙞���𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙

i was originally right-handed, but then i got paranoid of breaking my right arm and having to study with my left arm all of a sudden and get bad grades, so i learned how to do stuff and write with my left hand as a kid.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙

don’t have one. call me when we’re talking about dessert.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙

don’t have one.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮

my entire aesthetic is chaotic academia irl, so you tell me.

𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚

oml, how tf, bahaha, bestie, no because-, hehe, lmao, i’m sobbing, i guess, toodles, etc etc.

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮

i can techincally be ready in five, but procrastination is the sole thing i excel at, so yeah, definitely half an hour.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛

cnversations happen in my head, my the office-esque reactions happen out loud. i talk a lot and imitate phrases i hear from someone to myself and reenact scenes from my daydreams bahaha

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛

i don’t shut up. someone save the people that live with me.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

definitely not the most technically sound vocalist, but i can hold a tune or two. i was a soloist in my choir for a few years and was the vocalist for a band, but we disbanded smh i am still very sad about that :/ i loved them so much.

𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧

seeing my loved ones die before me.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥

i don’t feel comfortable talking bad about people :/ just ignore and move on.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

i have hair that reaches my knees, but dear god do i want to chop it all off in one motion and get a yeeun-style bob cut.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩

sports and art. to hell with everything else. i’m not bad at them at all, but oh gosh i want to burn them all.

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩

... idk. i hate speaking to strangers and feel so awkward during one on one conversations with friends. i don’t go out a lot and social events tire me out, but i also crave noise happening around me. so,,, ambivert? i do tend to be the life of the party often during the few times i go out, but then i just lug myself back home and crash for the week lmao

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨

anything related to school. i have regular panic attacks /gen. also, i have thalassaphobia and megalophobia, so things larger than life and the vast, empty ocean terrifies me and movies like that just make me nauseous. 

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

my first real crush this one guy in my band. he was the other vocalist and was so pretty and fun. he always used to tease me smh. at least, that was something. but then we had to disband last year, because the older guys were moving away to study and us high schoolers were also moving to different cities ;-;

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙣

i was in my middle school track team and used to compete a lot since i was pretty agile, but then i started to hate running, stopped, and now i am just a little above average bahaha.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

black. i want to dye it with cotton candy colored highlights, tho!

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮

unnecessary comments, rude and obnoxious, self-entitled kids and people in general, people who tell you how to do your own job, hate comments, the basic dni criterias as well 

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚

kind of?

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙

i would want a girl.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙨

i have cold hands if you want to cool down. i can adapt to any kind of environment instantly, since i have moved twelve different times to fifferent schools and countries. bless my parents. i have gained the ability to conquer shifts in social environments at the cost of my mental health :’) i also consider myself to be nice and can get things down quickly, so i am a fast learner.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

kanemoto yoshinori, yoshi, eye smiles, and brownies. i am also very impatient, a perfectionist, a procrastinator, and have absolutely zero self-control over aggression against my own body. i have trouble reacting to other people's emotional outbursts, be it crying or anger and don't know what to do and how to comfort them. i also have trouble opening up and am never authentic around people, so i don't have... friends, if that makes sense? i don't feel comfortable being myself and feel like i have to be the person that they want me to be? idek.

i get bored extremely easily and nothing interests me that much ig

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙

blue.

𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢

white and hints of blue.