#i‘m still all 🥺🥺🥺

[grandlinedreams]

You! 🫵 You have an excellent way of weaving words, it leaves my heart in a kerfuffle! (no better way to describe it otherwise xD)

If your inbox isn’t already exploding, would you be up for a little fluff scenario with good ol‘ Law?

Trope: „Can we keep him? Pleeease?“ - Reader found a snow leopard baby . . 🥹 (If you know you know)

I let you channel your inner Law, I‘m curious how you‘d set the scene :3

Hope it ain’t too dull of a trope - thank you ~!

OUGH I'M HONORED 🥺 he really does just bounce around in my head like a lil dvd screensaver but also PLEASE that little baby 🥺🥺🥺

[Heads up!: fluff, Law is a sucker for puppy dog eyes we all know, Bepo is an accomplice]

It's cold.

Dangerously so, the wind making it difficult to keep on your course ㅡ how you're supposed to see anything in the vast tundra of blinding white is beyond you, but you press on.

You have to.

You tug at the fur-lined rim of your parka hood, trying to tug it over the rapidly numbed quality of your lips and nose. You'll be fine, you know that ㅡ the others can't be far from here.

Longing for the warmth of indoors and needing to tell Law what you'd seen in your scout ahead (a whole lot of nothing, unfortunately), you hurry your pace, only to halt at a faint, muffled cry.

Was someone else out here? You still, eyes narrowing as you strain to hear above the whistle of wind.

It takes a minute to hear it again ㅡ raspy and high, like the cry of a child. Your heart sinks as you turn to search for the source. You know Law will scold you if he finds out, much less if it's a trap of some sort ㅡ but the likelyhood of an enemy is low, and you can't just leave a child out here to freeze.

It takes several minutes of searching and stopping to pinpoint the cry before you find the source, and you stare with wide eyes.

No way...

ㅡ

"Cocoa, Captain?"

Law looks over as Bepo places the mug of steaming hot chocolate down beside him, watching tiny marshmallows bob in it before his attention shifts back to the door of the little cabin they've commandeered as a base of sorts.

"[Name] should've been back by now." You'd gone out to scout ahead, take not of any potential enemy activity ㅡ but you've been gone for a while now. And though Law is concerned, he masks it with the rise of irritation.

As if summoned, there's the darkening of the window set into the front door and he tenses for a second before you step in, quick to shut the door behind you.

"[Name]!"

"Hey guys," you greet. "Sorry I'm late, I got a little sidetracked."

Your cheeks are flush with the contrast of cold to warm, as is the tip of your nose ㅡ but from what Law can see, you're unharmed. Good.

"Anything to report?" He asks and you glance over.

"Huh? No, no signs of enemy activity." There's something you aren't telling him, that much he can tell.

"Are you bleeding?" It's Shachi's question that snaps Law's attention back to your coat, spotting the smear of red that he'd missed on his first once-over.

"Oh," you say as Law stands, intending to assess whatever damage has been done, demand to know what actually happened ㅡ only to halt as you reach for the zipper of your parka. "No, it's this little guy's."

You tug the zipper down, and a rounded, fluffy head wiggles free. Wide, wet looking blue eyes blink at them before a mouth opens to reveal tiny, razor sharp teeth as the creature offers a raspy sounding mew.

"Is...that a snow leopard?"

Several eyes snap to Law for a moment, the familiar speckle of his cap ㅡ and then back to the cub you have cradled in your coat.

"He's been injured," you say as you shuck your coat entirely in favor of cradling the cub to you. It's far bigger than a kitten, but broad paws still curl against you. "I couldn't just leave him out there..."

"[Name]." Law's eyes narrow. "A word, please." He turns to retreat down the hall to one of the other rooms, listening to your footsteps in tow. He waits until you've shut the door behind you before he turns to you. "Explain."

"I scouted as far ahead as I could given the current environment and found nothing out of the ordinary. If there's really something going on here, it's higher up the mountain." Your tone is calm and cool, professional ㅡ and he sighs.

"I meant the cub, [name]."

Your expression crumples as you look down at the leopard cub, and Law notices the ragged cut in its side, fur wet with blood. "I couldn't just leave him out there, Law. He'd die."

"He's a wild animal, [Name]. It's the way nature works." He knows he sounds unnecessarily cruel ㅡ and there's the squeeze of his heart when you frown and cradle the cub tighter to you.

"That doesn't mean I have to let it happen." Your fingers curl into soft fur, stroking gently. "I know he's a wild animal, but I want to help. Can't we keep him? Just until he gets better?"

You look up at him, and Law tenses. There's a shine to your eyes ㅡ he's never seen you cry, and you're about to over a damn cat? No, he knows this tactic. He knows exactly what you're doing.

Damn Bepo for teaching you his weakness to puppy eyes.

His teeth grit, muscle in his brow twitching as you continue to stare, silently pleading. All you're missing is the jut of your lower lip, and he jerks his head, scowling.

"Fine. But he's your responsibility. Now stop looking at me like that, damn it!"

You smile, pleased as you adjust your hold on the leopard cub and step towards him, leaning to brush your lips against his cheek in a soft kiss. "You're cute when you're grumpy, Law."

And then you're gone, hurrying off to gather what you need to treat the cub and leaving Law to process the warmth of your lips on his cheek. "What a pain," he grumbles, but there's a faint upward quirk to his lips.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can you please do 141 where the reader and them are talking about there Highschool years and like “I would have dated you in high school “ type thing THEN they see a pic of reader in high school (prom,first day,or any thing for that time) SHES FINE FINE like imagine 90s type vibe, then they remember what they looked like in that same year and they say back “ IM glad u didn’t meet me then cause u would have no interest “ AND SHES STILL FINE FINE where they think it’s a recent photo!

idk know what I’m doing I just got an idea and your my favorite writer so I wanted to let you know!!!!

YOU ARE LOVED!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Task Force 141 + fem! reader

I ABSOLUTELY love this idea!!!! Like as soon as they see your pictures they‘re like "damn. I‘m glad we didn’t meet back then because she would definitely reject me and on top of that probably make fun of me." I‘m sorry but especially with Soap😭 This dude probably had the craziest hair back then (he still has but we love him for it).

Also I‘m so thankful for your kind words🥺🥺 They really mean so much to me and you just lighten up my entire day<33 I wish I could hug you right now☹️ Remember that you’re also always loved by someone and MEEE🫶🏻🫶🏻💘💘

Thank you really so so much 🌸💕💕

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Simon Riley

It was a quiet evening at the your apartment . Simon found himself reminiscing about your high school years. As the conversation flowed, nostalgia filled the air.

"You know, Y/N, if we had met in high school, I would have totally dated you." Simon said with a playful smirk, leaning back against the wall.

You chuckled, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

Simon's gaze turned thoughtful as he recalled those distant memories. "Well, you are always confident and stunning. I would have been a nervous wreck around you."

Grinning, you teased, "Are you saying you weren't attractive back then?"

Simon chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Let's just say my teenage years weren't my finest hour. I had an awkward sense of fashion, let’s not talk about my hair... Definitely not the smooth operator you see in front of you today."

Curiosity piqued, you both began reminiscing about those high school days. Simon had a mischievous idea and suggested pulling out old photo albums to see just how different you both were.

Rummaging through the dusty boxes, you stumbled upon a photo of your younger self. It was a picture from prom, in your beautiful dress. You were radiant, your smile lighting up the frame. Simon's eyes widened as he took in the sight.

"Damn, Y/N, you were fine then, and you're still fine now!" he exclaimed, feigning surprise.

You laughed, not realizing his little trick. "Well, thank you, Simon. I try my best."

Simon's expression shifted, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "You know, seeing this picture reminds me of why I'm glad we didn't meet back then. I don't think I would have stood a chance with you. You would've rejected me in a heartbeat."

Your smile softened as you leaned in closer. "Simon, you underestimate yourself. I would have seen the incredible person you were, braces and all. It's the person you are inside that truly matters."

Simon's eyes locked with yours, and a genuine smile graced his face. The air was filled with a sense of camaraderie as you both laughed at the absurdity of it all.

As the evening came to a close, Simon made a decision. He carefully tucked the photo of your younger self into his pocket, a keepsake of a moment he cherished. You remained unaware of this little secret, but somehow, deep down, you felt that this memory would always be a part of your bond.

John MacTavish

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and John and you were lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. The nostalgic memories flooded your minds as you reminisced about your high school years. The room was filled with laughter and teasing as you playfully pointed out your younger selves in various snapshots.

John looked at a picture of you, radiating confidence in a stunning prom dress. He couldn't help but stare in awe, captivated by your beauty and timeless charm. With a grin, you turned to him and said "You know, John, I would have totally dated you in high school."

John's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at your words. He never expected you to make such a bold statement. "Really?" he asked, a mix of curiosity and disbelief in his voice.

You nodded, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, absolutely. You are the mysterious and brooding type. I was drawn to that kind of intensity back then."

A flicker of doubt crossed John's face as he remembered his own high school years. "I'm glad you didn't meet me then" he said, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "I had this crazy hair phase, and trust me, you would have immediately rejected me."

You chuckled, playfully swatting his arm. "Come on, John. Show me that picture. I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad."

John hesitated for a moment, then reached for another album. He turned to a page and revealed a photograph of himself, his hair styled in an over-the-top, eccentric manner that seemed to defy gravity. His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and amusement as he looked at his younger self.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching your stomach. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to compose yourself. John couldn't help but join in, the embarrassment fading as he found joy in sharing this memory with you.

Once the laughter subsided, you looked at him with a smile. "John, you have no idea how much I would have loved to meet that version of you. That hairstyle is absolutely cute!"

John's face softened, his heart swelling with affection for you. "You're incredible, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Even if I looked like a total goofball, you would still find a way to make me feel special."

You reached out and took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "That's because I've always seen the amazing person you are, regardless of how you looked or what hairstyle you had."

John leaned in and gently kissed your forehead, his love for you evident in his eyes. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side," he whispered and kissed you on the lips.

John Price

You and John sat side by side on the couch, flipping through an old photo album filled with memories from your high school years. The two of you had decided to take a nostalgic trip down memory lane. You couldn't help but smile as you stumbled upon a particular photograph that brought back a flood of memories.

"Oh my gosh, John, look at this!" you exclaimed, pointing to a picture of yourself at the high school prom. You were dressed in a stunning vintage dress.

John's eyes widened as he gazed at the photograph, taking in your breathtaking beauty. "Wow, you were absolutely stunning" he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "If I had known you back then, I would've also been head over heels for you."

A playful grin spread across your face. "Oh, really? So you're saying you would've dated me in high school?"

John chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I probably would've been too intimidated to ask you out. Plus, I had a weird sense of style back then. Trust me, you wouldn't have been interested."

Curiosity piqued, you leaned closer, showing him the photograph of yourself. "Well, let's see if that's true" you challenged him.

John's eyes widened even further as he looked at the picture. "Wait a minute, is this recent? You look exactly the same!"

You burst into laughter, your heart warming at his genuine surprise. "No, John, this is me in high school. That's why I said I would've dated you back then."

He let out a low whistle. "Well, damn. I definitely lucked out then."

You playfully nudged his shoulder. "Come on, John, you can't be that bad. Let me see your high school days."

John reluctantly handed you another photograph from the album, showing his younger self with a mischievous grin. He sported a rather peculiar outfit that seemed to be a mixture of different styles. It was elegant and had a touch of cowboy style, mixed…

You burst into laughter once again, unable to contain yourself. "Oh, John! I can't believe this was your fashion sense back then."

He smirked, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I had a bit of a weird phase. Trust me, if we had met during those years, I would've been instantly rejected."

You shook your head, still laughing. "Oh, John, you have no idea. Even with that fashion sense, I would've been all over you."

His eyes sparkled with affection as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "Well, I'm glad we met when we did, then. I wouldn't change a thing about how we found each other."

You smiled, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "Me neither, John. We're perfect for each other, weird fashion choices and all."

Kyle Garrick

Kyle and you sat side by side on the couch, surrounded by photo albums from your high school days. You decided to take a trip down memories from back then together. As you flipped through the pages, looking at the good old times, you stumbled upon a photo of yourself from prom night.

"Oh, wow!" You exclaimed, holding up the photo for Kyle to see. "Look at me back then. I can't believe how much has changed."

Kyle's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you in your beautiful prom dress, radiating a timeless beauty. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he thought back to his own high school days.

"I would have dated you in high school" you mused, oblivious to the effect the photo had on Kyle. "You're such a great guy, I would have definitely dated you."

A small smile played at the corners of Kyle's lips as he stared at you, captivated by your words. "Thank you love, but believe me, you're better off not having met me back then. I was a total nerd."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What are you talking about? I‘m sure you were cute."

Kyle's expression turned pensive as he reached for another photo album and opened it to a picture of himself from the same year as your prom. His hair was a mess, his glasses too big for his face, and his clothes screamed "geek."

"See?" Kyle pointed to his photo, his voice laced with self-deprecating humor. "I was a freak. If we had met in high school, I would've been immediately rejected. You would've never given me a second glance."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then you burst into laughter, shaking your head. "Baby stop. You look adorable!!"

He blinked, unable to comprehend your words. "Wait, what?"

"I'm serious!" You continued to laugh, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you. "You're looking at this picture like it's some embarrassing relic, but all I see is the person I fell in love with. Baby Kyle looks so so cute here"

Kyle's gaze softened as he absorbed your words. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, replaced by a newfound confidence in your unwavering love. "I‘m 17 here love… not 6…"

Placing the photo album aside, you leaned in closer to Kyle, intertwining your fingers with his. "High school was just a phase, but what we have now, this incredible relationship, is what matters. I love you, Kyle Garrick, then, now, and always."

Kyle smiled, his heart overflowing with love for you. "I love you too, more than words can express."

[vscabarca]

Heyyy! Could you write an imagine with Gavi where Y/N is a professional ice skater? And she's like super competitive and when she makes all those tricks Gavi fears that she will fall but she doesn't. Something fluff idk 🥺😭<3

his figure skater - pablo gavi

summary: gavi loves the sport you do, but worries you‘ll hurt yourself

genre: fluff

a/n: what a cute request:3 i don‘t know much about figure skating, but tried my best:p

———

„You look like you’re about to freeze to death.“ You laughed when you saw Gavi sit there with his puffer jacket, the hood pulled up and the zipper up to his chin.

„Yeah that’s because I am soon. How are you not freezing?“ He grinned, placing his hands into the pockets, shifting around to keep himself warm.

„I‘m used to it, besides if I would just sit there like you do, I‘d be freezing too.“ You countered with a smirk and kissed his cheek before going back onto the ice rink.

„I would‘ve broken my leg the second I stepped a foot on the ice! Also, I‘m not allowed to do dangerous sports says my contract.“ He shouted after you, but you just waved him off with a grin, continuing with your practice.

An important competition was approaching and you did everything you could to be in top form and win.

You were on the ice training everyday, sometimes going to the gym afterwards, practicing you routine over and over again until you hit perfection. Gavi admired your determination, happy that his girlfriend is also a professional athlete.

Ever since you’ve met him, he was proud of how good you were but also just so worried. You worked hard to be a professional athlete in the competitive sport, but he was just so scared you would once fall and hurt yourself badly.

Like today, Gavi stopped by after his own practice, waiting for you to finish. He could barely watch. These flips and tricks made him feel dizzy only from looking. Seeing you fall from time to time bruising your knees made him wide his eyes in worry.

Still, he supported you and was coming to your competitions if he had the time.

———

„Gavi it’s just a bruise, it only hurts if you keep pressing your finger on it.“ You chuckled, slapping his hand away from the purple splotch.

Your boyfriend saw the rather large bruise on your hip after you emerged from a shower, immediately stumbling over to you, asking where it was from.

„I don’t like seeing you hurt yourself. I feel nauseous when I see you lay there on the ice after a fall.“ Gavi spoke, tracing your bruise with his fingers subconsciously. „Also, I‘ve heard if you get bruise after bruise on the same spot, it can lead to inflammations.” He lectured and pulled you closer.

„Baby this is my job. Falling is a part of the process, like fouling in football. And who told you about that bruise thing?” You asked with a chuckle, scooting closer to him in bed.

„I‘ve read it online…” Gavi mumbled, arranging the duvet for you two.

You‘ve told him countless times it didn’t hurt and that you were used to it, but he just wouldn’t listen.

„Imagine how I feel when you put your head where others put their feet.“ You continued, which got him thinking. Gavi understood what you were on about and acknowledged the fact that his sport could be dangerous too.

Since that night, Gavi didn’t express his worries vocally anymore, not wanting to stress you out too much. Still, he bit his nails while you were competing, just like you were doing during his games.

———

„Be careful ok?“ Gavi had asked you just before it was time for you to compete. You nodded and kissed him quickly. The music blasted through the speakers, making you fade out everything around you. Gavi bounced his leg nervously watching you twirl and jump around the ice rink. You executed your routine perfectly, not one ounce of nervousness showing.

Gavi was the first one who started cheering as the song was over, whistling while you smiled proudly towards the judges.

Your boyfriend was already waiting for you, embracing you in his arms. Your face was mushed against his chest, giggling at how Gavi swayed you from side to side.

„You were amazing.“ He spoke, finally letting go to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

„Thank you. You weren’t worried?“ You asked, already knowing his answer but asking anyway.

„Of course I was. I was shitting my pants the whole time.“

People turned their heads as you two erupted in laughter at Gavi‘s comment, but walked hand in hand outside, not feeling bothered by their looks.

[cottonlemonade]

Hello there 👋

It's a bit chilly out, and a warm medium rooibos tea would be great if its still in the menu. I'll also take that to go please 🥺

Thank you!

A Night In

word count: 700 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: sort of post-time skip Daichi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, a tiny smidgen of suggestiveness

warnings: spoilers

request: fluffy night in with boyfriend Daichi

Daichi sighed when he rebuttoned his shirt once again, trying his best to focus on fastening the buttons in the right hole this time.

When he brought a weary hand to his face he felt some stubble he apparently missed with this morning‘s shave. But as he checked the time he could only mutter a curse. He was already late.

About a year ago when you first met, Daichi had proudly proclaimed that he wanted to become a police officer and had bathed in the impressed look in your eyes. That look on your first proper date was possibly the thing he pictured the most as he was cramming over the mountains of work books preparing him for the exam. He had even kissed you for the first time when one night, as you helped him study, you had suggested to role-play scenarios he had to be ready for during training. You had pretended to be a moody youth resisting arrest, a seedy drug dealer who wouldn‘t give up his supplier and lastly a pretty lady who thought her looks would get her out of a ticket. Having obviously missed your calling by not becoming an actress, you had played them all to perfection. Daichi had a hard time even focusing on his course of action, when you batted your eyelashes at him and even - which had him swallow a lump in his throat - subtly pushed up your breasts to make the last scenario more convincing.

You had called him “officer Daichi“ and made one innuendo after another, until he finally broke and kissed you. You had teased him at first saying that if he was going to solve all his problems on patrol this way, you might have to get into a lot more trouble.

Back then it was already clear to him that he was either going to marry you or stay single for the rest of his life. He had sworn to himself that you would never come second. But now training had him in such tight grips that he hadn‘t been able to see you for two weeks already. Of course you didn‘t complain about it - you knew how important this was and assured him whenever he apologized for not doing better as your boyfriend.

But if he was honest, he wanted nothing more than sleep next to you. He didn‘t have the energy to go out for dinner and a romantic stroll afterwards like he promised. But. He promised. So of course he would stick to it.

As soon as you opened the door, Daichi began to apologize for being half an hour late. He winced inwardly when he saw you wearing pyjama shorts and a t-shirt with the word “police“ across the chest you had bought as a joke a while ago. You must have thought he was standing you up and changed back into something more comfortable. “I don‘t have a good excuse. I‘m so sorry, darling.“

You reached up to cup his cheek and got on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. He melted into your touch, wrapping his arms around your soft form, hugging you closely.

“I didn‘t get dressed up.“, you said once you parted and Daichi looked confused.

“I thought you‘d maybe like to stay in instead. Pizza is on the way, your favorite soda is chilling in the fridge and I made a list of all the movies we talked about seeing recently so you can take your pick.“

He didn‘t know what to say, so he pulled you in for another tight hug, murmuring “I love you“ when he pressed a kiss to your temple.

He changed into comfortable sweats he kept in your apartment and together you snuggled up on the couch under a blanket, enjoying the hot cheesy pizza and ice cold sodas, laughing at the romantic comedy you ended up choosing. About halfway through the movie, you felt his head rest on your shoulder and soon giggled at your boyfriend‘s quiet snores. Making sure he was covered with the blanket you raised your pizza-free hand to play with his hair as you continued to watch the movie, just happy to be with him.

a/n: this was so soft to write, thank you for the request! I hope you enjoyed it ✨

[nnnyxie]

I‘m inlove with an au I saw- it was bakugo x Popstar!reader so why don’t we Just Switch That and make it Izuku x Popstar!reader??🤭 like Imagine reader being a Popstar since middle/high school so Izu has been a Stan from the start!! And he works his way up to becoming a pro, Reader becoming a fan quickly and appearing on a live stream wearing his merch (I’m thinking an oversized hoodie??) And Deku hears of it- super flustered hehe and also ofc him posting maybe a story with readers music in the bg?? Stuff like that

Does that make sense?? You get what I mean right?? Okay cool

#𖢥 izuku anon

i heart ur brain so bad!!!

you’ve been a popstar since your first year of high school!!!

you quickly gained popularity because of your unique voice and music style!! i’m thinking smthn along the lines of daoko and jun togawa!!

when you first debuted— he just loved you— he loved your music, voice, and style choices. he’s been your biggest supporter since day one!

now you…. you’ve also been a big supporter of his too!! he was just a sidekick when you first saw him in action. and you were so happy to see how he climbed the ranks!!

you loved how he interacted with his fans and how he treated the younger ones!!

when he started to gain more popularity, merch of him started coming out. you were pretty much the first to get every item. you collected all the posters, figurines, t-shirts, sweatshirts, etc. you were as bad as he was when it came to all might.

though— he was the same with you. he collected your albums in all forms, he had tour shirts and sweatshirts too. (despite never being able to go to a concert.)

now onto the live stream part………

izuku usually isn’t able to watch your livestreams. they’re usually at night and he mainly does night patrol. but!! his schedule’s changed a bit and now he’s doing early noon!! how convenient!!

lucky enough!! as soon as he got home, your stream started. it was labeled:

let’s talk hero!! (aka let’s talk deku!!)

the way his face lit up—

he was definitely quick to join—

though, his ‘username just joined’ notification got drowned by all the other fans so you didn’t see it <//3

but— when you appeared, you were in his newest world heroes era costume— well, it was a sweatshirt design but still!!

he was so surprised that you were a fan of his!!! it made him so happy!!

if homeboy had a tail, it’d be wagging.

“hello everyone!!” you spoke to your phone, laughing at the amount of comments. sometimes it was overwhelming but, you’d do anything for your fans!!

canklebiter: h-h-he-hell-hello🥺

“oh…! hello cankle biter!” you tried not to laugh or outwardly cringe.

cuntryside.living: NAHHHHH THE FUCK???

patricksslutera: ignoring that. LETS TALK ABT DEKU🤭

nana.sei: yes pls 💥 let out ur fangirl side!! we luv it 💥

“alright, alright. we’ll get on with the conversation!” you clasped your hands together in excitement. “did you all see his recent save? he’s such an amazing hero! the way he was able to save all of those residents— it was truly inspiring! and he had the brightest smile on his face when they thanked him.” you smiled fondly, remembering the news report. “it must’ve been so difficult though. having all of that weight on you. all of that expediency. i can’t imagine how difficult it all is for him. he’s strong in many forms. i think that’s why i love him best.” his heart skipped a beat—

“but, he knew what he was getting into, you know? and i don’t mean that in a bad way! i mean it like— he decided to do it, knowing the repercussions. he did it because, he wanted to save people and make them happy.” you sighed, happily. “it’s so admirable.”

“and i’ll be honest— i’d be too scared to ever do that. but, seeing him in action? it’s just… inspiring. i’ve uh… this is a little embarrassing… but, i’ve dedicated quite a few of my songs to him… especially on my recent album…” you held your face in your hands. “you know the songs i’ve never explained the background of? yeah… those were the ones.” you groaned in slight embarrassment. “don’t go spreading that around now though— okay?” you playfully glared at the screen.

koushi.kt: @/mei.mei WHAT DID I SAY

earphone.jack✔︎: the green makes sense now…

pinky✔︎: @/earphone.jack I WAS JUST ABT TO SAY

nana.sei: HELP WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING SO SURPRISED??? this is them we’re talking abt c’mon🧍‍♀️

koushi.kt: wait bc i need to see them tgthr now

izuku feels dizzy and giddy.

he honestly thought that you might’ve had some secret lover due to the nature of the songs— but now that he knows the songs are for him??? he’s just !!!!

(i mean i’d be dying if i were in his shoes /pos)

he watches your live until its end— taking note of when the next will be

he also decides to ‘discreetly’ post on his story about your new album……. tagging you…….

‘thyme’ was symbolic to courage, strength, power, and sacrifice in ancient greece & rome. which is why i chose it as a song title!!

[x-0ophelia0-x]

what if Ezra had an established relationship with reader-Chan and she was with Ezra when he did the whole kamikaze space whale thing, and when Sabin fines them they have a kid. I would like some thing fluffy please 🥺

that’s such a cute idea!!

a shared journey.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: 1,6k

summary: you knew that Ezra was about to do something really stupid, in order to make sure that your partner was okay, you joined him on his journey. You two were now stranded on some planet, but you weren’t alone, not with your mini bridger by your side. When the day arrived where Sabine found you, she also noticed the small legs hiding behind the both of you.

authors note: This request is just freaking cute ahh!! Not proofread yet, I‘ll do this at some time on Friday c:

anyway, enjoy <3

It’s strange how ten years already had passed.

How long it’s been since you last saw the stars of your own galaxy.

You knew that Ezra was up to something, it was a constant worry you had and when you catched a glimpse of him nodding towards Sabine and Chopper, you already knew that he was about to do something very stupid.

Which in fact, he did.

So you did what you thought was the best in that moment.

You ran to the hangar and jumped into a ship. Hoping that it was the one that Ezra would choose to sneak away from your friends.

There’s not much to say since it seemed like it was your lucky day.

He really chose the one in which you hid yourself, flying towards the Chimaera to hand himself over. 

All you could do was to wait for the right moment, not wanting to cause any more trouble or to lead the attention to you, and when you heard the first blaster shots being fired, the first thought that crossed your mind was to follow their sound, hoping that you’d find Ezra just in time. 

This is how you got yourself into this situation. When you finally reached the Chimaera‘s cockpit, it was too late.

Purrgils started to take the control over the ship, Ezra was talking to his comm before he noticed you standing right behind him.

Hera was yelling from the other side, asking if he at least knew where you were.

„what?.. what do you mean by y/n‘s not with you?!“

He then turned back, sensing that someone other then Thrawn was staring at him. 

„heyy..“

You nervously said, trying to act as relaxed as you could.

„What are you doing here?! You need to go now! They’re going to jump at any moment now!“

Ezra yelled, trying his best to hold Thrawn still, using the force with his one arm while he created a force bubble with the other.

„What I‘m doing here? I‘m making sure that you won’t do anything stupid! And guess what? I failed!“

„y/n I need you to go now. Please..!“

„I‘m not going anywhere Ezra, wherever you go I go“

„y/n“

„Ezra.“

He looked at you in disbelief, thinking that you lost your mind. 

„Listen.. the whales will jump and there won’t be a way back… are you sure?“

-

Ten years later and you’re still by his side, stranded on some unreachable planet while everything you could do was to watch the night sky with your significant other. 

His head rested on your thighs, his hand holding yours while you enjoyed the sight in front of you. There he was, lying down and watching the night sky, holding your biggest treasure close.

„where are the space whales now?“

Your little one asked. Looking up to both of you.

„oh love.. they continued their journey“

Not wanting to destroy your child’s hopes you decided to lie to him. 

He didn’t knew that Perridea was the place where the Purrgils went to die. 

Those whales were long gone by now, but try to explain this to a 6 years old without breaking his heart. 

„And they’re traveling right now as we speak.. somewhere up there“

Ezra added, lifting his arm to point at some stars.

„One day we’ll be the ones traveling up there..“

Your childs eyes lighted up, a sense of excitement overcoming him.

„Is he telling the truth? Mom??“

You chuckled at his question while Ezra faked to be hurt by his question?“

„What exactly does that mean now?“

He asked, still faking his hurt expression.

„That he’s smart“

You said without thinking, bursting into laughter when you realized what you just said.

„I‘m actually hurt. wow. Even my own son.. my wife“

Ezra looked away, noticing how your son actually believed his act.

„No don’t be hurt papa! You’re actually smart… I’m your own way!“

The lil one tried to make it better but he was just adding salt to the wound which made it even funnier.

„Thank you.. I guess?“

Ezra then said, looking down at his little Bridger.

„You didn’t answer the question.. Mom“

He teased, looking to your direction again. His eyes held so much love, it was almost impossible to resist them.

„Yes, he’s telling the truth dear“

The lil guy almost jumped as he got really excitement from the mere thought that he’d be flying up there one day.

„Does that mean that I‘ll get to meet aunti Hera and Sabine? And uncle Zeb?“

He added, looking at you with wide eyes.

You had told him about your adventures you both had before Perridea. 

About your experiences, the crew that grew to become somehow your new family and, of corse, you told him about Kanan.

He knew a lot about them just because he always wanted to listen to your stories and it’d be an understatement to say that he now knew nearly everything there was to know about your friends.

„Yes sweetie, and don’t forget Chopper“

You said, placing your hand to his, holding him close.

„That droid will shock you until you’re awake. Every. Morning. And he’ll do it just because it makes him happier“

Ezra said partly terrified, remembering how Chopper used to wake him up.

„I already like him“

„You’ll regret it“

„He’s still young  spaceboy, we should let him do his mistakes as long as they don’t cost him his life“

You joked, starting to feel tired yourself.

Soon the three of you laid in each others embrace, covered by a blanket, deep in your dreams.

Little did you know that a certain Someone was very close to you.

-

The crab people that gave you a place to stay seemed to be excited about something. Ezra and you were both worried, not knowing what was going to come.

„Why don’t you go inside and try to sleep? You’re still tired aren’t you?“

Ezra asked him, feeling a familiar presence as the small chat continued.

„It’s a great idea honey! common, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity“

You tried to make it sound like as if it was something unique.

This didn’t work on your son though and your time eventually ran out, but instead of a threat you two were completely dumbfounded by who stood right in front of you.

„Sabine..?“

You asked quietly, not believing seeing her after all those years.. 

She turned around, immediately locking gazes with you two. 

Your son was still hidden behind you. Not visible enough fernher to see him.

„It’s you.. it’s really you..“

Sabine said, not believing it herself.

„It sure took you long enough“

Ezra said, smiling widely at her, finally seeing his best friend after 10 long years.

„You didn’t really make it easy you know.. both of you, could have told us where you were going“

She said, walking closer to you.

„We didn’t know ourselves where we were going“

Ezra joked, getting tense when he suddenly seemed to struggle against something.

Sabine noticed it, and soon enough she also noticed the small legs that where hidden behind Ezra.

„No way..“

She said, her eyes widening with every passing second.

You two let out a chuckle, slowly going to the side to reveal your newest ,ember of the family.

„You became parents?!“

Sabine then asked, completely surprised from the happy news. 

„Mom.. Dad.. who is this?“

Your little one asked, clinging himself on Ezra.

„That’s Sabine“

You said proudly, looking over to Sabine who was still dumbfounded.

„Auntie Sabine? The Sabine??“

He asked, getting even more excited.

„Auntie ?“

Sabine asked, deeply touched at how you two raised him.

She then nodded.

„Yes, it’s me.. care to share your name?“

She then asked him back, smiling down at your little star.

„I‘m Caleb! It’s nice to finally meet you!!“

He happily said, running to her and putting her into a tight hug.

The mention of Kanans real name somehow warmed Sabines heart. 

It was a kind gesture to show justice for their Mentor and father figure by passing his name on to their first child.

„I like you already!“

„Me too“

„And I also think that I might know someone who’d be thrilled to be your friend“

Ezra looked at you and then to Sabine, Not believing what was happening right now. You did the same.

When Caleb was ready to let you two hug your best friend, it soon was time to get together, sit down and exchange your stories.

A lot had happened in the last 10 years and when Sabine finished her revision of what had happened intrastate your turn to update her on your life.

„I see that you both were quite busy.. didn’t expect to see a little bridger when I arrived here“

She said, smiling as she laid her eyes on him, watching while he tried to understand her helmet. 

Her statement left you two flustered but you eventually spoke up.

„Yeah.. well life wouldn’t be as exciting as it is if we wouldn’t take risks right?“

You looked at Ezra, your gaze telling him to somehow help you out since you didn’t find the right words.

„And sometimes those risks are hella ho-„

You punched him to the side, nearly choking on your own air when he said that.

„I mean.. sometimes those risks are the most beautiful and exciting things you’ll ever experience in your life.“

[bonny-kookoo]

hii bonny 🤍

i‘m also very curious about what happened in crossroads can you maybe still post what is in your drafts 🥺

This is a random scene from my notes on my phone, set somewhere (I think? It's been a long time since I wrote those notes..) after his (failed) tattoo appointment. It was unfinished, so I cut off the last part of it that was a little scrambled and ended in an open sentence haha.

Only a warning for angst, being drunk and smoking. That's it.

It's not hard to realize that he's not the same person you used to go out with years ago- if not just by the way he visually changed, but also internally.

Still- if you had the ability to open up his chest and repair all the damage done to his back then soft heart, you'd do it in a beat of your very own with no questions asked. Then again, maybe you shouldn't- maybe you should just leave him alone just like you were told to years back. Did it do any good?

Did he grow up well? Are his piercings and tattoos his choice, or were they just a decision of rebellion against his parents after you left?

Had you already fucked him up too much to have someone save him?

"Hey- oh, you're cold." He notices the second his warm hand finds your rather cooled down, naked skin fleetingly, before he sits down next to you on the large rock in Taehyung's backyard. The music is still booming inside the house, and everyone's clearly conversing and having fun- so why is Jungkook out here with you of all people?

Especially after avoiding you like the plague?

"It's fine." You say, pulling your knees up to your chest, heels of your shoes scraping a bit before they find hold on an edge. He runs his fingers through your hair, his cheeks a bit reddened and nose shiny from the alcohol he still holds in his hand, before he sets down the beer bottle into the grass in front of him. "I get a headache from the loud music." You mumble, looking at a frog jumping into a bush. Taehyung fails to really maintain a proper garden- everything's wild and untamed back here, and you actually like the sight.

"I swear he keeps turning it louder every song." Jungkook chuckles, clearing his throat before he pulls out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes- offering you one that you take rather reluctantly. You're not sure when he started to smoke- but you won't question it either, just as much as he doesn't question if you still smoke or not, apparently. "I won't stay much longer. They're getting too wasted for my taste.." He mumbles to himself, before he lights his cigarette- holding out the lighter to you. "Taehyung keeps kissing people on the cheek."

"Well, you're pretty bad already too." You sigh, lighting your own for yourself before you give it back to him-

noticing the pink glued yarn on it, right before he snatches it back to put it into the small cardboard box he stuffs in the front pocket of his blue sweater.

Does he know that he still keeps something of you with himself?

Or did he forget that it was yours years back?

"Not really, no." Jungkook laughs, though he does rub his eyes a little, and it stings because his timing to your thoughts couldn't be anymore painful. "Really. Why do you think I'm drunk?" He accuses with a slightly playful hint in his tone that you don't feel fits the moment.

"Cause you're out here with me." You simply tell him, avoiding eye contact because he's been avoiding you the entire night until now.

"Hm, you have a point." He shrugs, taking a long drag of the cigarette between his fingers before he continues. "I can't handle you when my brain works, I guess." He laughs, and you just silently smoke next to him, watching the ash from it fly off with red sparks every time you flick it off. "I wanna ask you why you left." He says, lowly, seriously, and now you start to feel the cold too.

Or maybe it's just him.

"But I'm not drunk enough to do that." He chuckles, leaning back a little, moving his neck until it cracks- a habit he still has.

"Is that why you're here now?" You ask quietly, worried about his answer, somewhat- but at the same time, you're already scolding yourself for not letting it go. "So I tell you without you having to ask?" You continue nevertheless, brain too fogged up from the amount of alcohol to really sustain the ability to think thoughts quietly it seems like.

"No." He shakes his head, before he huffs out a long drag of smoke. "I just wanna.. pretend? Remember? Fuck." He laughs to himself, face in his hands for a good moment, cigarette burning on it's own tucked between to fingers.

It takes you a moment to realize he's probably crying. Or trying not to. You can't tell.

"Can't you at least say sorry?" He suddenly says, and once his hands are gone from his face, you can finally spot all the lights from the inside of the house behind you reflect in his glassy eyes like they're mirrored. His tears don't fall until he blinks-

then they're gone again, the lights and the tears, frustration replacing all of it, shaking you awake especially when you realize he's looking right at you.

"I can't." You tell him, bottom lip quivering as you keep it together the best you can. "I can... only say sorry for not being able to say sorry." You laugh, and he shakes his head.

"So you just.. left, fucked me over, and you don't regret that at all?" He argues so softly it hurts. It would feel a lot better if he yelled at you- because you can deal with anger, with resentment and all of that, you grew up with it, it's normal-

this isn't. You don't know what to do.

"Never said I didn't regret it." You deny, killing the burning cigarette bud by scratching it over the rock you're sitting on. "...I just can't say sorry for something I.. didn't do." You deny, and at that, he looks at you standing up, hugging yourself, before your heels sink into the soft ground, making you trip-

and him get up too quickly as he stumbles just as much, almost falling into the bushes with you if it wasn't for the flimsy fence your back hits instead, his hands on either side of you, face right next to yours.

"What did they do to you?" He asks, and you want to scream, yell, call police or whatever just to get out of it-

because you can handle him hating you. You're okay with him using you as the villain and reason he ended up mending his relationship with his parents. You can handle being the breaking point of the young Jungkook who finally woke up and realized that his parents and home had always been trying to help him. You can handle that.

But you can't handle tearing all of that apart. Not because he doesn't deserve the truth, but because you won't get a happily ever after anyways.

"They had something to do with it." He keeps going, only slowly giving you space again, and suddenly you want him close again, just so you don't have to look at him. "I know they did-"

"Jungkook-" You start, when you hear the door of the house opening, glass door swinging open, some people laughing as they walk out as well, shattering whatever moment just transpired between you both as you slip right underneath his arm. "I should get home now." You tell him with a tight-lipped somewhat smile, but his face is dangerous.

"Hoseok drives you home, right?" He asks, and you nod, unsure. "Cool." He says, completely catching you off guard as he walks past you. "I'll tell him you wanna go. I'll just go and say bye to Taehyung." He says, making you look after him confused, before you realize.

Hoseok mentioned he'd drop someone off on the way to your place.

And apparently you now know who that someone might be.

[cucuumiia]

Hi there ^^ I hope everything is going well and that you had a good day ^^

I just wanted to tell you that I just discovered your art on Stardew Valley and I love it!!! Your style is just so beautiful and your OCs are adorable! Shane is also one of my favorite characters ^^ I find him almost more interesting than the others with his story, we always want to make him happy ^^

But…. I admit to being a little lost in the story that you present to us. I understood that he was a single father after losing his wife (Farmer Claire if I understood correctly) but… the story is a bit messy.

Would it be possible to put it back in order that I can understand? Do you plan to do comics about it? In your style, that would be adorable!!! Sorry if I sound boring…

Hi there!! Thank you so much for your kind words🥺🥺 I‘m so happy you enjoy my stuff!!

God, you’re so right I should make a master post with my drawings sorted in a chronological order. It’s so messy help

I mostly draw these for fun whenever I feel like it, although I‘d love to have a coherent story with some sense of order. The problem is mainly that I am a bit scared to commit to for example a comic project because I can be very inconsistent, be it because of school getting in my way, life or a stupid art block and I don’t want people to frustratingly wait who knows how long for a continuation ;;;; (I started one small comic a while ago and haven’t finished yet either I am so sorry I‘m working on it!!)

Plus, I am still just conceptualising stuff here, I may rewrite some stuff later on.

But yes, I will definitely try to make a post in the future where I have my works in a somewhat coherent order so people can vaguely get a grasp of the timeline :,))

I‘m so slow with everything ;;; this also goes for all the amazing, sweet and thoughtful asks I get and I‘m trying my best to answer them all in an equally thoughtful way! I read through each and every one of them and I‘m slowly working my way through!

I hope you have a good day too!!!

[vodika-vibes]

I‘m just gonna slide in here and kindly ask for Boba + holiday getaway 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Mountain Getaway

Summary: Boba treats you to a lakeside vacation, your first one since you were a child.

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 1306

Warnings: Smut, oral M! receiving

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This one doesn't feel as good as yesterdays, but I might be over thinking it. I'm probably over thinking it.

“Are you enjoying yourself, cyare?” Boba asks, his voice amused as he watches you balance on a stone wall, and he offers you his hand as you come to the end of the wall.

You grin at him, “Give me a break, I haven’t been on vacation in…ever?” You take his hand and hop down to the ground, sure that Boba would never let you get hurt.

“I know, that's why I paid for this.” Boba replies with a small grin, and then he spins you, and you release a delighted laugh before you twirl into his arms, your arms sliding up around his neck.

“Imagine being rich enough to afford to go on vacation,” You joke.

“I am rich enough to afford vacations, cyare. Not everyone is a starving artist.” Boba says as he holds you tightly.

“I’m not starving!”

“Only because I give you a weekly allowance for food.” He kisses you quickly, “Now, we’re never going to make it to our destination by nightfall if we don’t hurry.”

You give him a very innocent look, and he lightly taps the tip of your nose, “Don’t give me that look. We both know I’m right.”

“I know, I know. There’s just so much to see!” You thread your fingers with Boba’s and lay your head on his shoulder, “Okay, I’m done being distracted, lead the way!”

“You’ll be distracted again the moment you see a pretty flower.” Boba replies dryly.

You pout at him.

“Luckily, I love that about you.” Boba finishes with a fond smile as he brings your joined fingers to his lips and kisses them. And then he tugs you back to the path. “It’s also fortunate that we’re not far from where we’re supposed to be going.”

“You rented us a cabin?” you ask as you allow him to lead you down the path.

“A lake house, actually.” He leads you a little further up the path and then motions to a medium sized house sitting down the path, sitting almost right on the water.

“Ooh,”

“I had to pay extra to get a house located in just the right place to be able to watch the sunrise from the bedroom,” Boba grumbles under his breath, though there’s a warmth in his gaze that suggests that he’s not half as upset as he might pretend.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You say as you look up at him adoringly.

“Hm, to keep you looking at me like that, cyare, I’d do a lot more.” Boba replies honestly.

You duck your head, still a little shy even after over a year of dating, “I don’t look at you in any specific way.” You mumble.

“I disagree,” His fingers are light against your jaw, effortlessly encouraging you to focus your gaze on him again, “Come on, let’s get to the house and take a look at what we got.”

“Alright.” You agree, and the pair of you fall into a comfortable silence as you walk the remaining distance to the house.

It’s bigger than you thought, almost too big for two people, though it’s not as though you’re moving in, you’re only renting the place for a week. Boba explains that food has already been delivered, as have all of their clothes for the week, though you’re only half listening.

Because when you went upstairs, you saw that there’s a firepit on the massive balcony, surrounded by a massive lounge sofa. Massive in the sense that you could probably lay on one next to Boba and still have space to move around.

“Boba?” You call to the bedroom, where you can hear him stripping his armor off, “Can we light this?”

“What’s ‘this’?” Boba asks as he steps out of the bedroom only in the bottom part of his under suit. He follows your voice to the balcony and a slow smile crosses his face when he sees the fire pit, “Of course we can, cyare.” He kisses your temple, “Let me finish changing, and I’ll get started.”

“Thank you, Boba.” You reply cheerfully.

“You’re welcome, love.”

Half an hour later, you’re curled against him, half watching the fire dance cheerfully in the fire pit, and half watching the stars appear in the sky. Boba is reading something on his datapad, and you’re pretty sure that it’s work related, so you don’t even consider peeking at it.

No, instead you twist your body and press your face against his neck, and your lips travel to the spot just under his ear that you know drives him insane, and you press a light kiss against that spot. And then you, very gently, nibble on the same spot, and Boba groans.

You hear him set the datapad to the side, and a small grin crosses your lips as he wraps his arms tightly around you, tugging you so that you’re laying on top of him, “Is my perfect girl feeling neglected?” Boba rumbles in your ear.

You turn your head against his shoulder so you’re able to look at him, a small, almost innocent, smile on your lips, “Not neglected,” You correct, “Just wanted your attention.”

He hums in reply, and his hands drag down your body, pressing you firmly against him, “Well, you have my attention, cyare. What are you going to do with it?”

You blink at him, “I dunno, I didn’t think this far ahead.”

Boba chuckles and you smile softly, “I have an idea,” He murmurs. His hands, which had just been lazily wandering your body, start moving with more purpose, as he tugs and slides your clothing, until you’re totally naked, and still laying on top of him. 

You flush slightly, “Boba, someone could see.” You whisper.

Boba’s hands settle on your ass and he squeezes firmly enough that you squeak, “Let them. They’ll know that I’m a lucky bastard,” He crashes his lips against yours, one of his hands settling on the back of your neck to hold you tightly against him. 

His free hand slides over your thighs, and then dips between your legs to slide along your folds, and you gasp out his name in surprise.

“I think you like the idea of getting caught, cyare,” Boba whispers in your ear, “My sweet, shy girl,” His finger dips between your folds and a smug smile crosses his face when he finds you already wet, so he takes a moment to ease a single digit inside you, “You like the idea of letting people see that you’re mine.”

You whimper even as you clench around his finger, and he chuckles as he slowly pulls his finger out and brings it to his lips to lick it clean.

He groans in pleasure, “You taste amazing, cyare.”

Boba considers you for a moment, your eyes hazy and your lips parted as you breathe a bit heavier than normal, and he smiles slowly. He lightly taps your hips, to move you to the side for long enough that he’s able to peel his own clothes off. And then he smirks when he sees how your gaze lingers on his hard cock.

“What do you want, cyare?” He asks lightly.

You flicker your gaze to meet his, “Can I taste you?” You ask.

His hand settles in your hair, “Always. It’s adorable that you still feel the need to ask though.”

You slide down his body and lightly grip the base of his cock, “You never know, you might say no sometime.”

“Not to you,” Boba replies easily, a heavy groan falling from him as you trail your lips down his length, not taking him in your mouth just yet, but working your way up to it.

And, as you take his length in your mouth, you can’t help but think that this is the start to an excellent vacation.

[blood-choke]

I replayed blood choke again because I miss my three wives and each time I notice something new. I‘m still astonished at how well you managed to make the characters feel alive. And I already have so many theories as to what is going to happen, it feels like I’m going insane.

thank you!! 🥺🫶

i know it's been quiet here, i'm just getting my ass kicked by tnp at the moment.... i didn't expect it to take me this long 💀 i'm hoping to divvy up my time between both projects better in the future! plus this next chapter is just very complex and dialogue heavy so i don't want to rush it.

i'm happy to hear that people have theories and are still playing/thinking about the game and characters! i have them all spinning in my head like rotisserie chickens

[autumnapricot]

Can we maybe have a little 🤏🤏 snippet 🙏🥺🥺 if you have it ofc 💓

ooofffccc i have a snippet babe ✊🏼🩷

(i wrote 4k of just lead-up to the actual scene—someone stop me i need to learn to get to the point in my fics!!)

Charles blinks.

He has to clear his throat when his spit almost goes down his airway.

„You mean…using your hand for—well, a handjob?“

Max rolls his eyes, but rosiness starts to color itself high on his cheeks; Charles can see that even in the room that is only lit up by the TV that‘s still running with a movie that neither of them pay attention to now.

„No, I meant using my hand on your foot for a nice massage, pedicure included,“ Max says with dry sarcasm, but then huffs a chuckle, briefly biting his lip. „Yes, I meant a handjob, Charles. Or a blowjob for that matter.“

Charles licks at his suddenly dry lips as he takes in a breath. „Yeah, yeah, sorry I was just…trying not to have a misunderstanding.“ he says, smiling at Max, considering him. „You‘re sure? You know you don‘t have to, I wasn‘t aiming for anything with all this, right?“

„I know, Charles,“ Max softly urges, smiling back at him. There are some nerves depicted in his scent, but no discomfort or fear. „And I‘m sure. Like I said, I‘ve been thinking about it, so. But. Just.“ he trails off, his hands sliding from Charles‘ waist down to his hips, half-resting over where the seam of his pants hug them, looking down.

Charles isn‘t sure if Max is deliberately staring at his crotch or if he just happens to have averted his gaze to there, but Charles‘ dick twitches either way, like the traitorous damn thing it is. Max must notice, going by the way the tips of his ears flush and the fact that the soft flowing pants Charles is wearing do close to nothing at all to hide his bulge.

He feels himself blush a bit at that too.

„But just?“ he softly asks nonetheless, making Max‘s eyes flit up to his again.

[fabbyf1]

I woke up to your post about the stolen story and I’ve been trying to find the right words. I write too (privately) and my stories are very close to my heart and I’m very defensive about them. So I can only imagine that’s even worse when you actually publish your work and make yourself vulnerable. Still not sure I’ve managed to put my thoughts, but here we go:

First of all I want to tell you how sorry I feel for what a night/evening you must have had. I cannot imagine how much it must hurt to realise that people try to profit from and steal something that you have put and keep putting so much work, love, passion and dedication into. (English is not my first language so I hope I’m making sense here) I can only imagine that it feels like someone is using you and taking something away from you that is close to your heart and I‘m so sorry someone made you feel this way.

I also went through all my bookmarked stories on AO3 from the past two years to check if there might be some of the „similar“ stories you mentioned. Obviously I don’t know what stories you’re talking about. There were a few stories with a similar character dynamic, but nothing as blatantly copied as the one from your post. But (and I don’t know if that’ll make it less painful and disappointing for you): there are very very VERY few stories that I go back semi-regularly to re-read. There are even fewer stories that I go back to when I have a bad day. That are even less stories that made me tear up and keep making me tear up when I go back to them. And there are even fewer stories that are just open as a tab, just in case I want to read them again. But most of these very few stories are your stories.

If I want to cry and be sad and happy at the same time, I go back to the amnesia fic.

If I want to deep dive into Lestappen feelings and laugh and cry at the same time, I go back to Long Live.

If I’m in the need of some laughter and banter with great smut on top, I go back to like a Vapor

If I feel angsty and want to feel comfortable and distract myself with some good smut with feelings, I go back to the Warming Verse

If I want to read great character dynamics and studies, banter and unhinged smut, I go back to lestappen + guest (although I sometimes skip Carlos, depending on how annoying he is in real life…)

And the list goes on!

They can try to copy your character interpretation, steal your dialogue and write stories that are similar to yours, but they will never get this. They‘ll never be able to get these feelings out of people, because it will never feel as real, BECAUSE A COPY CAN NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THE OG!

Sorry for spamming your inbox, I hope you have a great day and I cannot wait to read lestappen + Oscar: the feelings edition (personally hoping for an actual conversation about what they are, but I promise I’ll get equally excited about 10k of feelings and a great blowjob)

bestie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so?

wow.

thank you so so so so much for spending the time to write this to me. i can't even tell you what it means to me. it definitely made me cry a little bit lmfaoooooo. i'm so glad that you enjoy my work. i really am. it's why i do it.

writing is a selfish hobby in a lot of ways because i'm clearly writing what i want to read, and i'm doing it for me, but i'm also very much doing it for you guys. i like writing things that you all enjoy and that can mean something to you, and i'm SO glad you get it. and that my fics stick with you so much.

seeing that somebody had stolen my work was... an interesting wave of emotions for me. i was clearly angry, i think everyone can see that in my response to them because i'm not one to anger-respond to things on this platform or on AO3. i'm pretty good at holding my tongue and bitching about it offline to my gf or my friends. i don't like to engage in anon hate (which is why i never publish them. i think every creator who has a following similar to mine receives anon hate and i'm not immune from it, i just refuse to publish it.) and i don't like to engage with anybody who's intentions are not good.

i want my little corner of the internet to always be a safe space for everyone. i want everyone to have a good time. to be happy, to love each other, to feel like they can come to me with things they might not be able to say out loud. i never want that to change, which is why i try really hard NOT to respond to haters or other bad things that happen around my fics.

but this time, i couldn't be silent. and i won't apologize for it.

before i posted my repsonse, i thought about going back and making it more... professional. taking out the "fucks" or whatever. i can write a corporate email like you wouldn't believe. i have "fuck around and find out" tattooed on me, sure, but ya girl is 33 years old. i'm a writer. i can destroy you with my words in a way that is so dignified and HR-approved, you won't even realize i've ruined your life until the end of it lmfaooooo.

but i think at the end of the day, in this case, i was just pushed too far lmfao. i can only stay silent for so long. and it felt good to let my raw emotions out without censoring how angry i was. because fuck yeah my feelings were hurt. they're still a bit hurt. i'm confused why somebody who claims to be a fan of mine, who follows my work here and on ao3, who has supported me and read my fics, would do something like this to me.

but i don't want my blog to become a negative space. i don't want this to be the only thing we ever talk about again on here. but i think it is important that we talk about it right now because it's a real thing that's happening outside of my works. lots of creators are getting their art, gifs, fics, manips, etc stolen and not getting credit for their work.

and that's just... not okay.

as a fandom, and as a society, we need to be better. tumblr and ao3 are an escape from the real world. it's a place you can go and be free, and happy, and goofy, and silly, and--frankly--embarrassing about the things you like. there is no reason any of us should be stealing someone else's art in any capacity. because if we do? if we let this continue? it's not fun anymore. and what the FUCK is the point if it's not fun?

this is not our real life. this fandom does not define who i am as a person, and it doesn't define who you are either. we all have real lives outside of this space. if we keep plagiarizing each other's art and sending anon hate and being cunts about everything, we will ruin all the good things we have here.

we need to recognize other creator's hard work and thank them for it.

appreciate their work and get inspired by it, without stealing it. make it your own. make it DIFFERENT. don't put the same quotes, don't put the same characters, don't put them in the exact same scenario as your inspiration. don't have them sitting the exact same way as the characters in your inspo were!!! BE BETTER.

anyway, happy saturday. my coffee tastes great. i hope you all have a wonderful day, wherever you are in the world. don't let this ruin your day.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Hiii

Can I request a fic with Task Force 141 (+König) where when they come home to their families and kids. When it’s night time they have a strict night time safety routine where they lock windows , doors, etc .

Then that’s done the guys go into full domestic mode wether it’s helping out cleaning or reading a bed time story 🥹

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! Reader

Awwwwww🥺🥺🥺 I totally love this idea and this is gonna be so cute to write😩😩 AHHHH THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR ASK I HOPE YOU LOVE IT💘💘💘

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

König

As the evening settled in, you began the nightly routine you had all grown accustomed to. The windows were locked, the doors too, and every corner of the house checked for any potential dangers. Your children, a boy and a girl, took their responsibilities seriously, mimicking their father and trying to act as tough as him.

Finally, with the house secured, you gathered in the living room. It was a routine born out of love.

Minutes turned into hours, and just as the children began to yawn and rub their sleepy eyes, the front door creaked open, and König stepped inside. He was still clothed in his uniform, a sign that today was rough. But the moment he set foot in the house, his shoulders seemed to relax, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

"Daddy!" your son exclaimed, rushing to greet him, his small arms wrapping around König's legs.

König's eyes softened as he bent down to scoop his son into a bear hug. "Hey there, kleiner. Did you take good care of Mommy and your sister?"

"Yep!" the boy replied proudly.

Your daughter, not one to be outdone, toddled over with a giggle, her tiny hands reaching out for her father's embrace. König lifted her up, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"That's my girl" he said, his voice filled with affection.

After reuniting with his family, König didn't waste a moment. It was time for the nightly ritual to continue. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were preparing a simple dinner. His strong arms wrapped up around your waist as you were still preparing him dinner.

"Did you have a tough day?" you asked, concerned for the weariness in his eyes.

König nodded, but his smile remained. "Every day is tough out there, but knowing I'm coming home to you and the kids makes it all worth it."

After dinner, you all gathered in the children's room for bedtime. König took his turn, reading a fairytale with gestures that had the kids laughing and clapping in delight. Once the story was over, he tucked them in with gentle kisses and whispered words of love.

As you lay beside your children, watching them drift off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the man who had chosen to build a life with you.

And so, with your children safely asleep, you turned to König, who had stayed beside you. He took your hand, his gaze filled with love and warmth.

"You know, I'm the luckiest man in the world," he whispered.

You smiled, tears of happiness in your eyes. "And I‘m the luckiest woman in this world."

Simon Riley

As the sun disappeared from the sky, Simon arrived home. Your children rushed into his arms with excitement cries of "Daddy!" Their hugs were filled with laughter and excitement as they jump into his arms.

After dinner, it was time for the nightly routine. Checking for the doors and windows before going upstairs and preparing for bed. Simon gladly helped them brush their teeth and do every little thing with them because he missed his little kids way too much while he was deployed.

With the safety measures in place and clothes changed into Pyjamas, Simon and the kids transitioned into full domestic mode, something that never failed to make you smile. Your husband was a tough soldier, but when he was home, he was a loving father and partner.

"Alright, kiddos, who wants to help me with the dishes?" Simon asked, rolling up his sleeves with a grin.

Tiny hands shot up into the air, eager to assist. You watched as they wore aprons and stood on stools to reach the sink, their laughter filling the kitchen as they scrubbed dishes under Simon's watchful eye.

Once the kitchen was sparkling clean, it was time for bedtime. The kids' eyes sparkled with excitement as they gathered around Simon, each one clutching a book.

"Daddy, can you read us a story tonight?" your daughter asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart" Simon replied, his voice gentle as he settled onto the couch with the kids on either side of him. He began to read their favorite story, using different voices for each character to make it more entertaining.

You watched the scene unfold with a warm heart, feeling grateful for the love and security Simon brought into your lives. As the story came to an end, your son yawned, and your daughter nestled closer to Simon.

"Alright, little ones" Simon said softly, "time for bed."

He carried them to their respective rooms, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads, whispering sweet dreams. Then, he returned to you in the living room, a tired but contented smile on his face.

You met him with a grateful embrace. "Thank you for being such an amazing husband, soldier and father, Simon."

He held you close, his love for you evident in every touch. "I'll always do whatever it takes to keep you and our family safe and happy, no matter what, love."

John MacTavish

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the neighborhood where you and John lived with your two children. It had been a long day, one filled with laughter and mischief as you watched your kids play in the backyard, but now it was time for the evening routine.

As dusk settled in, you gathered the kids inside, your youngest one clinging to your leg while the older child, a little girl, eagerly helped with the nightly ritual. John had just returned home, his broad frame filling the doorway as he shed his gear.

"Alright, you two," he said in his unmistakable Scottish accent, "time to get everything locked up tight." His voice held a reassuring authority, something that made the kids feel safe.

You nodded, and as a team, the four of you began the night's safety routine. Windows were closed and locked, curtains drawn, doors bolted. John insisted on double-checking every lock, even though you knew he had already done so. It was his way of making sure his family was safe.

Once everything was secure, John shifted into full domestic mode. He washed up, changed out of his uniform, and joined you in the kitchen, where you were already preparing dinner. The children were a whirlwind of excitement, eager to have their father back home.

As you set the table, John leaned over and whispered, "How's everything been today, love?"

You smiled, the love for your family evident in your eyes. "They've been angels, as always. We missed you, though."

He kissed your cheek, the roughness of his beard tickling your skin. "I missed you too."

Dinner was a boisterous affair, filled with laughter and stories from the kids about their day. John, the stern soldier on the battlefield, transformed into a doting father at the dinner table, playing along with their games and entertaining their curious questions.

After dinner, it was time for the second part of the routine – bedtime. The kids hurried to brush their teeth, while John helped with baths. Then, in their pajamas, they snuggled up in bed, waiting for the highlight of their night – storytime with Dad.

John had a knack for storytelling, his rich voice carrying the tales to life. He could make the simplest story sound like an epic adventure. The kids hung on his every word, their eyes wide with wonder.

Once the stories were done, John tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and whispered sweet dreams. The children drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces, secure in the knowledge that their father was home and would protect them no matter what.

As you and John retreated to your own room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Your family may not have been traditional, with John's demanding profession, but the love that bound you all together was unbreakable.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you both drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter what challenges the world threw at you, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

John Price

It had been a long day for John, filled with meetings, paperwork, and the ever-looming threat of global conflict. But now, as he pulled into the driveway, he knew he was entering a different battlefield - the one he cherished most, his home.

As he stepped inside, the sound of laughter and the patter of little feet greeted him. You, his loving partner, were sitting on the living room floor, helping the kids build a fortress with their toys. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, and you flashed a warm smile. "Daddy's home!"

The twins, squealed in delight, abandoning their toy castle to rush into their father's arms. Price knelt down, engulfing them in a hug. "Hey there, my little soldiers. Did you have a good day?"

"Mommy helped us build the biggest castle ever!" your son exclaimed.

Your daughter chimed in "Yeah, and we're going to defend it! Like you!"

Price chuckled, ruffling their hair. "That's the spirit. But first, we've got some important work to do."

As the evening wore on, it was time for the nightly safety routine. The family gathered, ensuring that every window was securely locked, every door bolted shut. Price watched with a sense of pride as you taught the kids about safety, making sure they understood the importance of these precautions.

With the house secure, you all settled into the living room, a cozy atmosphere enveloping the space. Price was in his element now, taking off his tactical mindset and stepping into full domestic mode. He helped you set the table for dinner, and the kids chatted animatedly about their day at school.

After the meal, it was bath time for the twins. Price took charge, his strong but gentle hands carefully washing away the day's adventures. The kids giggled as he made funny faces, and they emerged from the bathroom smelling like lavender and wearing toothy smiles.

Then came the highlight of the evening - storytime. Price settled into the rocking chair, a book in his hand, while you sat on the floor with the twins in your lap. Tonight's choice was a classic fairy tale, and as he read aloud, Price's voice filled the room, bringing the characters to life.

"Once upon a time," he began, "in a land far, far away..."

The kids listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with wonder. Price's storytelling was always a treat, filled with dramatic pauses and character voices. As the story concluded with a happy ending, he closed the book and tucked them into their beds, giving each one a goodnight kiss.

You lingered in the doorway, watching Price with a soft, affectionate smile. He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt. "They're growing up so fast," he murmured.

You nodded, your heart full. "But they have the best father in the world."

Price leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "And I have the most amazing wife. I don't know how I got so lucky."

Kyle Garrick

The sun was lowering itself as Kyle's car pulled into the driveway. He had spent a long day at the base, training new recruits and dealing with the usual paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight. But now, he was home, and the weariness of the day melted away as he walked up to the front door.

You were waiting for him inside, along with your two energetic kids. As soon as he entered, they both rushed to greet him, their little faces lighting up with pure joy.

"Daddy's home!" your son exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Kyle crouched down, opening his arms wide, and the kids practically tackled him with hugs. Laughter filled the room as he swung them around, their giggles echoing through the house.

Once the initial excitement had settled, it was time for the nightly routine. Kyle and you were strict about security, especially with kids in the house. You all worked together to lock windows, double-check doors, and make sure everything was secure for the night.

After the safety routine was complete, the family transitioned into full domestic mode. Kyle, despite his tough exterior as a soldier, was a softie when it came to his family. He happily helped with cleaning up the dinner dishes, and he even got down on the floor to play with the kids, building intricate Lego structures that seemed to defy gravity.

As bedtime approached, the kids eagerly chose their favorite books, and the four of you gathered in the kids room. Kyle took a seat on the edge of your son's bed, while you settled on your daughter's bed with her. The room was filled with the warmth of anticipation and love.

"What story do you want tonight?" Kyle asked, his eyes shining with parental love.

"I want the one about the brave knight who saved the dragon" your son said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Kyle nodded and began to spin a tale about a courageous knight who befriended a misunderstood dragon, all while battling evil sorcerers and embarking on daring adventures.

Meanwhile, you read a story about a curious little explorer who traveled to far-off lands, meeting magical creatures and learning important life lessons.

As the stories unfolded, the kids' eyelids grew heavy, and their breathing became slow. By the time the stories came to an end, both kids were fast asleep, their dreams filled with knights and dragons, and explorers and magical creatures.

Kyle leaned over and pressed a soft kiss onyour son's forehead before doing the same for your daughter. You followed suit, and together, you tucked them in, making sure they were snug and comfortable.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, and as you all tiptoed out of the room, Kyle turned to you with a smile. "I love our family," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your heart that only grew stronger with each passing day. "We're lucky to have you, my love."

[touchoflaughter]

IRL-Tickles:

(Means In-real-life-tickles/tickle memories I’m comfortable sharing with you) 💜

Help! My Boss knows! Beware of embarrassing content!!

The ticklish Start-Button my bf being curious about how much my navel can endure

Giggle Button Love another one for my sweet Tummy Lovers

„Still ticklish?“ Met an old friend of mine after a long time…

Gang-Tickling 3 Friends fighting over the only place to sleep.

Only one finger everyone knows the sentence “It’s only one finger”… like- okay?! It still tickles!!

Tickle hug nothing better worse than a tickle attack while being trapped in a tight hug, right?

Sunday Morning Tickle Fight it ended with a bloody nose y’all

„Don’t move!“ my bf tricked me to stay still until I couldn’t get away anymore…

Family Tickle Fight (my 5 cousins plotting against me)

„Give them back!“ stealing something from a Ler- what could go wrong in the first place?

Flattered Raspberries my partner admiring my tummy in the most adorable way 🥺

Cold hands, warm tickles Just a casual tickle fight between childish grown-ups

Public Tickles pt. 1 my classmate discovers my ticklishness and doesn't miss any opportunity to rub it in my face...

Public Tickles pt. 2 well- the embarrassment continues…

Public Tickles pt. 3 It's getting worse...

Let me help you sleep I didn’t know my ribs are THAT ticklish…help

Tickles at work we could get seriously injured but so what?

Gang Tickling is the worst so y'all love all those gang tickling fics right? Irl it's pretty tough for a lee that blushes whenever someone say the word 'tickle'...

Raspberries are against the rules! My bf tests how tough of a martial artist I am- by cheating of course.

The big cheat Let’s play football they said. It will be fun they said…

Story Dump 3 ticklish situations from the past weeks

Struggle for power The moment two Ler‘s collide…

Pressure Points While discussing the effectiveness of pressure points with some fellow martial artists my bf decides to present a way more effective alternative...

Summer Story dump pt.1 Just a bunch of stories with our beloved secret Ler aka. Phil. Got me good again.

Summer Story dump pt.2 the story dump goes into the second round full of tickle fights

Stuck in Traffic What happens when I‘m stuck in a three-seater with two of my cheekiest coworkers? Torture. Straight up torture.

„Just swallow it!“ Ever been tickled while you‘re trying to drink?

“Don’t even think about that!” When a trip with some friends end in endless tickle opportunities…

How to punish a sore loser when a game of Mario Cart turns into a tickle fight

Foot Fetishists and sore muscles two little stories from the past days

„I‘m ticklish all over!“ my nephew discovers my little weakness and has way too much fun with this new knowledge

Arms up! It‘s the work buddies again and this time it was a really close call…

The MMA cousin Q&A the often requested story time about my experiences with Aiden and his sadistic tendencies

Danger Of Confusion what happens when you start a tickle attack… but you mistake the wrong person for your partner?

Sometimes you gotta cry an old story from my childhood when I got really scared of a group of girls

[golden-cherry]

Hellooo lovely🥺❤️❤️ is there going to be a part 17 today? I’m really thrilled to know what’s lando gonna do and how charles is gonna react and deal with all of this, and most importantly, how are we going to deal with this😭😭

hello love!

I‘m really sorry to tell you that there won’t be a new part today because my flight to Australia is in 8 hours and there’s still so much left to pack and do!

but I’ll do my best to post as soon as possible! 🫶🏻

[anantaru]

I've never looked into honkai stair rail but that man I- OH BOY. Jing Yuan? That's the name of the pretty man you reblogged? I love him already he's gorgeous he's bby girl he makes my heart stop 🥺 and I know literally nothing about him lmao

aaaaa omg yes, appearently honkai star rail will get out on all devices in march ??? i‘m not sure still 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 but yes, he‘s jing yuan and nonnie omg i just know he‘s going to be my star rail blorbo, he‘s so my type, i really like blade too but jing yuan takes the cake for me personally 😏😏 i want to make him whine and sob !!!!!

look this is blade!!!! and of course jing yuan 💗🫶🏻