#idk why today was the day but he's now on my mind 24/7

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

The need to write for Roach is almost indescribable

[adams-angels]

Talk to me

Adam X f!reader

🎸I hope I do you all justice. Don't be mad if this isn't very good. I generally am not very good!🎶

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Smut below. Minors dni thx

This isn't the first time you and Adam argued. It sure as hell won't be the last but today was a little different.

It's started off fine. You were at Adams apartment for the weekend. You made him breakfast, he showered you in kissed, shared a bit of banter... And that's where it went wrong. You said something which made Adam say something unexpected and worse. So an argument ensured. It ended when Adam had been called into work.

The last thing you said was "fine, I won't say anything ever again." It was petty! You were being petty. It's not like you hadn't said it before but you always did speak again, of course you did! But no. Today was different. You were keeping to your word.

Adam got ready to leave. "Okay. I'm going now." You looked up and nodded. Not even a kiss goodbye was had. He left the apartment scowling while you stayed up and sulked.

As the day went on her texted you. "Ugh, work is so dumb. Idk y they even wanted me in 🙄" you picked up your phone and read it. You made sure to read it. So he would see that you saw it. Petty.

Now you know Adam. You know Adam needs attention 24/7. Even if you're not together you need to text him back. You need to make sure he knows you're still there. You're still his.

So of course he saw the read receipt. He knows you have your phone in your hand. "What are you ignoring me?" Read. "Don't be so pathetic." Read. "Why are you doing this?" Read. "whatever! You think I care?! I'm FUCKING ADAM! I'M THE FUCKING DICK MASTER! I DON'T NEED YOU!" Read. "ANSWER ME?!" Read. "Haha, check out this meme." Read. "Please say something." Read.

You had him reeling. His trust issues taking over his mind. What if you've left him? What if fucking Lucifer's got his tiny ass claws into you?! "NO!" His wings flare, he charges towards the nearest window and takes flight. He can't stand you ignoring him. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He lands on his apartments balcony, you're not in the livingroom. His heart pounds in his chest. Opening the sliding door he enters his apartment. A very broken "hello?" Escapes his lips. No response. The silence is too much.

He explores his apartment, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. "Y/N?" He heads towards his bedroom and there you are. Lying in bed. You're not asleep, you're on your phone, still ignoring him. You could of swore you heard a sigh of relief. It doesn't take long before he's back to his arrogant self. "What up sugartits? Still not talking?" That cocky smirk fills his mask.

He hops into bed next to you. You glance up at him, that stupid smile. "What? I didn't do anything, babe. C'mon, why don't you just say something?" You respond with a glare. He sits up, his smile waivered slightly at your resistance. He brings himself close to your ear, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I know how to get you to talk."

His hand slides down your arm, to your waist then your thighs. You know where this is going. With no resistance from you he moves one of your legs, spreading them. His fingers trace along your pantie line, just to tease you. You can feel your face flushing. "You're too cute, babes." He muttered, causing you to look up at him. As soon as your eyes locked with his, he moved your underwear to the side. Sliding a finger between your folds. He can see you holding back a whimper. "Wow, you're already soaked? Thinking about my cock all day, huh? Of course you were."

He continued sliding a finger between you, gently hitting your clit cause you to twitch. But still no sounds from you. He frowns slightly. "Why don't you tell me how much you want it, Gorgeous." It was so hard not to break. How much your wanted to tell him you wanted him. But no. Then he would of won. He always wins! You hold strong. "Fine." He grunts as he gets up. He crawls between your legs whipping off her robe revealing his, always surprising, massive cock. Throbbing with anticipation.

"I'm gonna make you beg." He grumbled. He wasn't happy you were still not saying anything. At this point he missed your voice. He missed your laugh. Your tuts. Your groans. Anything. Any noise! He wanted you do make a single sound. You watched as he positioned himself and got ready for him to thrust into you. He grabbed his member and lined up with your entrance and stopped. You looked up at him confused. That smirk was back.

He began jerking him against your aching cunt. His tip brushing against your clit you can't help but whimper. You quickly cover your mouth. "What was that babe? You want me to fuck you?" He asked with that shit eating grin. You nod, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Use your words, baby." You furrowed your brow, positioning your feet you buck your hips to try and get him inside of you but he's too smart for that, pulling himself away. "Nuh-uh. Words, y/n. Use them." He purred, teasing you. He moved back, continuing rubbing himself off on you.

You whined in frustration and desperation. "Fuck 'm getting close, babe." Your eyes widen. No way was he close, but his brow twitched which told you he wasn't lying. He was going to cum soon. "Fuck me Adam! Please fuck me! I need you!" You begged. "ah, you want me now?" "Yes, please. Please Adam?" It didn't take him long before he was inside you. Feeling your walls clenched around his thick member. You moan in ecstasy. Adam, gripping your waist, pulling you as close as he can so he can get deep inside you. "Fuckin' feel so good~ such a good girl." He grunted, pounding into you.

It's hard to read his true expression with that damn mask on, uou managed to get your fingers under the chin of his mask and pull it off. You can see his flustered face, how desperate and needy his eyes are. "Sso p-pretty anh~!" "Shut up.." he burrows his head in the crook of your neck, embarrassed, small whimpers escape his lips as moans roar out from yourself.

"Fuck, y/n-!" His arms wrap themselves around your waist as he holds you down and close. Filling you with his seed. His head still pressed against the nook of your neck. "'m sorry..." He whispered into your skin. Your arms slid round to his back, gently running your fingers up and down his back. "Please don't ignore me again." He mumbled. "I won't. I'm sorry." You reply, holding each other close.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed this one shot. It was fun to write! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[hazbeans-for-thee]

Radioapple Week Day One - Late Night/Early Morning

Characters: Alastor, Lucifer

Word count: 336

Warnings: None

Summary: Lucifer has trouble sleeping; thankfully, Alastor knows just what to do to help ease his mind.

(A/N: Some light fluff to get started :] Not the best thing I’ve written but eh, I wrote this at 5:30 in the morning so…. idk. Enjoy!)

Lucifer yawned as he entered his bedroom and stretched his arms over his head. He’d spent far too much time on his projects today— which was a rubber duck that did a little dance upon command— and was now a bit tired. He found that a little annoying, honestly. Why be a divine being if you have to sleep every night? No matter, he could think about that later. Right now, he just wanted to lay down in his bed and go to sleep.

Unfortunately for Lucifer, it seemed that his mind had other plans. He found himself restlessly tossing and turning as he tried to quiet his thoughts long enough for him to relax. But of course they didn’t. He groaned as he rubbed his hand over his face. Another sleepless night.

He turned his head as he heard the faint sound of static fill the air. He glanced over to the radio on the nightstand— something that was in every resident’s room, and for some reason he had decided to keep. He started to regret that decision as a familiar voice emerged from the white noise.

“Good evening, Lucifer,” Alastor’s voice greeted. “Still awake at this hour?”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

“What’s it to you?” he asked in return. “And shouldn’t you be sleeping as well?” He hoped to dodge the question.

“My radio broadcast is a 24/7 affair, I’m afraid,” Alastor answered with a slight chuckle in his voice. “Would his majesty mind if I offer a solution to your problem?

That got Lucifer’s attention. “Well… I don’t see why not.” It’s not like he had other choice.

“Very well,” Alastor said with a chuckle. His voice disappeared, now replaced with a piano playing quietly. Lucifer decided that it was at least pleasant to listen to. He laid back down, his mind finally quiet now that it has something to focus on rather than his own thoughts. He slowly drifted off to sleep, a faint smile apparent on his face.

[mageofseven]

The UnDateables' version!

@libraryofua here's the other half of your ask~

Oh! Soli's part gets a bit...idk? Basically, they are just starting to initiate the whole lovemaking process. There's no smut though! It was interrupt lol but just a warning so you guys know~

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Diavolo:

MC stepped into her boyfriend's office just to see Dia trying to balance his pen on his nose.

He was supposed to be doing his work, but obviously the man was losing his focus.

At least she wasn't what was impeding on his work.

Dia dropped the pen and smiled as soon as he saw her.

"My Queen! What can I do for you, love?"

Face red a little red, the human continued over to his desk and sat in his lap.

The prince happily wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss.

"So...I learned something that might help us." She told him, watching the man raise an eyebrow. "I mean, I read something recently; apparently it's said that fertility doctors encourage men to not wear briefs when trying to conceive with their partners..."

"Why is that?" The prince asked, eyebrows still up.

"I guess it makes it too hot to...make a lot of sperm, I guess?"

Diavolo knew why she was bringing it up. The couple has been trying for a while now, even had one or two false positives.

The two desperately wanted to be parents so this whole situation was very upsetting for them.

Dia smiled and kissed his girlfriend once more.

"Alright, my Queen. I'll switch to different underwear for a while and we can see how it goes for us."

MC leaned in closer and hid her face in his chest.

"You think it'll actually happen for us?" The woman asked softly. "Will we ever get to have a baby?"

Dia kissed her head and rubbed her back.

"I know we will, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear. "It'll take some time, but we'll get there and you'll be the very best mother."

Barbatos:

His girlfriend was hanging around the castle with him like she did most days; Barb was on the clock 24/7 though he occasionally took time off to take his Pet out on proper dates.

Still, his work was his life and MC always respected that, hence why she met him the middle and joined him as he worked.

Barb didn't mind it one bit and enjoyed her company; Diavolo had no qualms about it either and was always excited when MC would join them at the castle. The two even had tea together most days and talked during his breaks.

Today, however, his love seemed so distracted, even a bit distressed despite her best attempts at concealing it.

Nothing can be hid from Barbatos though, especially the emotions of the woman he loved so very dearly.

"Feeling down, my dear?"

"I...yeah." She mumbled. "It's been a bad couple days..."

Barb turned off the stove and turned to his girlfriend, giving the human his undivided attention.

"Has something happen, dear?" He asked. "Or has something been on your mind?"

"Yeah...you could say that." She mumbled. "Something keeps coming to my mind."

"And what is that, love?"

MC turned from her boyfriend and crossed her arms in a self-soothing gesture.

"I...I heard that men who were briefs are less likely to conceive with their partners." A blush creeped across her cheeks. "Do...do you think there's any truth to that?"

Barb raised an eyebrow.

"I cannot imagine such method to be a reliable source of birth control, but I suppose it could make things more difficult for those who want children." He watched his girlfriend carefully. "What brought this to mind?"

MC lowered her arms down to her stomach, almost protectively.

Barb's eyes widen at this action, his intuition tingling.

"I...I missed my period," The woman still refused to look at her boyfriend. "And I've been feeling so sick lately, I--"

Barb stepped forward and laid a gloved hand to the woman's face, gently guiding her to face him.

"We will have a doctor check over you immediately."

Barb didn't want kids. He liked them and enjoyed being around, but never wanted any of his own.

With his job being as time consuming as it was, it just didn't feel right to have a child that he had very little time to spend with.

Even more importantly, he worried about the potential child inheriting his future vision; it was genetic and, when not properly taught to control it, can be a torturous curse to give a person...especially a helpless child

But if his love was carrying his child, he'll do everything he can for them both.

Still, he hoped she was not. He hoped it was just stress causing her missing period and nasea; he hope the reason was something easy for him to fix

Because he didn't want to watch his girlfriend and child suffer because of him.

Solomon:

The two were in the middle of starting their intimate time when Soli noticed his girlfriend just mentally checked out and was staring at his boxers.

"Little minx?" The man laughed it off before taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, gently lifting her face to meet his.

MC's face was bright red; she hid herself in her boyfriend's bare chest.

He chuckled.

"Your mind definitely went somewhere." He teased. "What were you thinking about?"

The woman squirmed against his chest, nervous.

Solomon wrapped his arms around them, hugging the suddenly overwhelmed woman close and kissing the top of her head.

"I won't be able to to help if you don't tell me, little minx." He cajoled softly.

"I-I heard..."

"Yes?" He pressed kiss to her neck, causing the woman to make a cute sound against his chest.

"I heard...that men who wear boxers...they can get their girlfriend's pregnant easier."

"If you are worried about this because of my underwear choice, I can use a birth control rune on you."

"No!" Her head shot up so she could meet his eyes. "Please don't!"

Solomon raised his eyebrows. What has gotten into his little Minx

"S-Soli," She squirmed nervously, eyes practically begging him. "I want a baby. Please. Please make me a mommy."

Solomon pursed his lips.

This...this was not a decision to be making when they're both in the mood and trying to do the very activity that could cause a child.

This is a new life his girlfriend wanted to make after all, something they had to take seriously and really think about.

Solomon, in truth, was indifferent towards kids. He liked Luke very much and saw the small boy as his friend, a brother even, but before him...well, it's been thousands of years since he had anything to do with children, or at least he assumed such.

This man has very little memory from before he became an immortal so it was mostly his intuition telling him that he was once around children for some reason.

If his little minx truly wanted a child...he would consider it.

Now is not the time though. Trying for a baby now would just be impulsive.

Solomon believed children were a serious life change that people take for granted.

Some people just assume that they have to have kids, that it's just a milestone you have to hit in your life

And not truly think about if they are ready for such a step, resulting in the quality of their child's life suffering.

If Solomon has a child with this amazing woman...it's only going to be when they are both ready so they can give this baby the best life possible.

He told his little minx these very thoughts, causing her to deflate.

Soli kissed her, a kiss so sweet and so hungry.

"You would be an amazing mother, my little minx." He told her. "However, it'd be better to wait and discuss this properly."

To MC's disappointed, they used the rune on her to keep her from becoming pregnant, but he worshipped every part of her during their lovemaking as an apology

And the next day, the two had a serious talk about their future, one that sent butterflies through her stomach

And prepared her for a real being to occupy the space.

Simeon:

Simeon had recently switched from briefs to boxers at his Feather's request.

Why his girlfriend was so interested in his underwear, the man didn't know, but he loved that sparkle in her eyes when he agreed to the change.

He never did ask her about it at the time why she wanted him to change them so badly, but over the next week, his curiosity started the get the better of him and so he asked the human

Whose face went as red as a tomato.

"My Feather?" Simeon raised his eyebrows, surprised at her reaction.

"I...I..." The woman was at a loss for words and looked...sad? Was this really such a difficult topic for her?

The angel suddenly felt guilty for asking.

"MC, you don't have to answer; it's alright, my lamb." He pulled her to him for a hug, leading to MC shaking her head against his chest.

"No, no, I...we need to communicate." She insisted, but still sounded anxious.

The human pulled back to look up to his eyes.

"I...I heard that men who wear boxers have an easier time getting their girlfriends pregnant." She told him before quickly adding. "I-I know thats not an option for us! I know we can't! I just..."

The woman started crying into her boyfriend's chest. Simeon held onto her tightly and stroked her hair.

The two could never be parents. MC can never be a mother and have his child, though Simeon knew she'd be the most amazing mother.

Angels can't procreate; that's what he was always told. He can't give her the child she desperately wanted.

Not to mention their relationship being taboo and having to be kept a secret. Only Solomon knew about it and that was only because the sorcerer was too observant for the couple's own good.

Even if Simeon could give her a baby, one she craved so desperately and more than deserved, it would just complicate things and make it even more difficult for the two stay together.

God, this made the angel so guilty, seeing the woman he loved more than his own soul cry, actively mourning her empty womb and childless arms.

MC essentially wanted him to wear boxers because it became something comforting to her, an element that helped her imagine, to dream of the baby she wanted them to have so desperately.

Simeon couldn't give his girlfriend the child she deserved, but if him wearing boxers gives his Feather even the slightest bit of comfort to her beautiful heart...he'll wear them till the end of his existence if he must.

[hooked-on-elvis]

Halloween party + [BRIEF ROMANCES] Elvis and Joan Bradshaw: Hurt and vengeful EP?

Article: MAY 9TH, 1959 – THE BUFFALO EVENING NEWS – NY | Note: At the time this article was published, Elvis was in Germany on his Army duties... and the newsmen gossiping about his previous long gone [maybe even forgotten] love life! I guess they ran out of topics. | Pictures: Elvis and Joan Bradshaw.

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Elvis met Joan Bradshaw in early 1957 at Paramount studio, where she had a bit part in his film "Loving You". 

It's said EP was really enchanted by Joan's charms, but she played hard to get. Not because she was making a type or anything, as far as I know, but because she knew plenty about Elvis' womanizer fame. "If he want me, he will sweat!" Well, Elvis did date Joan for a short period in 1957, according to reports. It was a brief romance. I don't even know if it was a public thing because, oddly enough, I didn't found any pictures of them together (at least not until now) other than during one single event they attended in 1957.

Anyway... one day, while they were dating, Elvis without a warning went to Joan Bradshaw's apartment. He found her with a new guy friend there, if you know what I mean (no, I don't mean they were doing "it", I just mean Elvis knew he was a date for her, not just a friend). EP was pissed, possibly even hurt. Joan told him the truth, "We weren't going out steady and you didn't asked me out today so..." but Elvis didn't took it in a stride, no, sir.

You must remember Elvis as Vince Everett on "Jailhouse Rock". There's a scene where he went to Peggy Van Alden's (Judy Tyler) apartment to ask her out on a dinner date to celebrate Vince's record newest selling success, "Treat Me Nice". Peggy was already set to a date with another gentleman that evening. Vince says "But I already made reservations..." and she answers, "Vince, you should've made reservations with me. I still have a life of my own, you know? (...) I will not be subject to your beck and call." Well, it turns out sometimes Elvis' characters confuse themselves with the actor's real life persona - or the other way around (maybe they created his characters inspired on Elvis himself?... IDK). EP was indeed that type of guy who wants his lady to commit to him mind, body and soul. His ladies had to drop their lives on the spot and run to him whenever he felt like (better yet if they never left his side, specially in the 70s). Some of them dropped their lives to be accompanying with Elvis Presley 24/7, specially because the times were different - not all the ladies worked outside their homes and this also explains why Elvis felt like his lady should be at his beck and call, considering he was a Southern guy, raised under pretty conservative grounds, but not all of his ladies accepted that "condition" to be his girl, such as Joan Bradshaw clearly didn't. That begins to explain why Elvis didn't see a future dating any Hollywood starlet at all (I straight link this Joan Bradshaw event with what happened between Elvis and Ann Margret in the 60's).

Well, after finding out Joan was dating other guys at the same time she went out with him, EP left her apartment and the things were definitely over between the two, but there was one last thing to do: On his way out, it's reported Elvis destroyed the landlady's garden with his car wheels. Joan had to pay for the damage the day after when she was notified about her visitor's antic.

Was EP a vengeance kinda of boy in the 50's or maybe Joan said something to him that really pissed him off real big? There's ways and ways of breaking delicate news, right? I don't want to blame her at all, saying it was her fault Elvis acted vengeful towards her, this is all on him. They really weren't going out steady, therefore both were free to do as they would. I'm just... imagining why he was SO angry if he was never like that in public (sure, he had his temper tantrums here and there, but out of public eye).

Elvis and Joan Bradshaw: October 31, 1957 - Elvis spent Halloween 1957 in Hollywood. Elvis attended a Halloween party in Hollywood hosted by clothing designer Sy Devore.

As I told previously, Joan had heard plenty about EP's womanizer ways. Like during that Halloween event: As far as I learned, Joan Bradshaw was Elvis’ official date for the evening — although he went there with his Memphis Mafia usual crew (the guys even said Elvis was hating this party and called it a night not later after they arrived there - about just 1 and half hours - just because he didn't like the ''Hollywood types" and their parties. EP preferred having his private parties at his homes and invite just the people he really liked. Fair!). Having been Joan Bradshaw Elvis' official date for this party or not, they were going out around the same time. In spite of that, is reported that Elvis spent most of the night with a Las Vegas showgirl named Jay Wyman. That pretty much explains why Joan didn't gave her heart away to Presley. There were (many) girls EP easily broke hearts (Yvonne Lime, for instance, there's a heartbreaking love story with him but that's another topic).

There you go, another EP story. I found it interesting and liked to share it with you. As a fan, I like to know everything there is to know about our favorite guy, and no, I don't look at it with judging eyes or anything. Things happen for a reason and there's explanation behind every action, so... This is just another piece on the gigantic puzzle it is Elvis Presley's life. Every single piece of this puzzle helps us, fans, to know better who he was as a human being - even tho I don't think there's a single answer. He was a complex fella, our little boy.

Sorry in advance if I may didn't cover the full chain of events concerning Elvis and Joan Bradshaw. If I missed something, I will edit this article.

— Lamar Fike's accounts on that October 31, 1957 Halloween party, as published on "Elvis Aaron Presley: Revelations from the Memphis Mafia" by Alanna Nash [Chapter 10].

Elvis and (I believe) this Las Vegas showgirl, Jay Wyman.

The second picture is the wonderful Dolores Hart (Elvis' leading lady on "Loving You" and "King Creole"). She always had this angel smile, this loving aura, this girl-next-door, little-sister vibe with her, didn't she? She was dressed as Sputnik when the other girls looked so provocative at this party, like... She is the most! Hahaha. Totally "good Cady Heron" from "Mean Girls" vibe. I really love Dolores. ♥

[stephaniedola]

oldass ask meme that i have been answering at different periods over the course of 15ish years

feel free to ignore but im posting it so i can find it again later

1.This survey gets a little personal; can you handle it? I sure hope so by now.

2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be? withnocrown–– I'm sure that's its actual last name, right?

3. Were you happy when you woke up today? I woke up a lil achey and queasy but then I rolled over and listened to a voice memo from my friend and his GF and they were cute and asking me over for dinner sometime so now I'm happy

4. When were you on the phone last? And with who? Ummm I think it was my friend Evan asking me if I could pick him up at the mall on the 26th, but I was going the wrong way

5. What are you excited for? New Year's Eve! And my birthday (the 1st) I guess but mostly NYE.

6. What were you doing yesterday? Errands + resting + recovering from earth shattering sex (12 year old me would be so shocked to read how far I've come)

7. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you! My friend in aforementioned voice memo

8. What's the last thing you put in your mouth? Water.

9. Have a best friend? Yup, he's my platonic husband. He's also pretty much always been my answer to this question :3

10. Are you scared to fall in love? I have spent the last few years building up an immunity to love powder.

11. Do you think teenagers can be in love? Honestly, yes, but I feel like it's extreeeeemely unlikely that teen relationships actually last. But they do sometimes!

12. Last person you wanted to punch in the face? God, I can't even recall. How did I get through 3 different family Christmasses without wanting to punch anybody?

13. What time is it right this second? 05:09

14. What do you want right now? More tgirl dick

15. Who was the last person you took a picture with? My mommy <3

16. Are you single/taken/heartbroken/or confused? Single, aromantic, poly, and for the first time not at all confused. Also, let the record show my original answer to this question in 2010 was: "Taken! O_o Don't ask! :/"

17. When was the last time you cried? Uhhh within the last week I think? but idk when

18. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? That's a fantastic question! Yes and no

19. Do you find it hard to trust others? Extremely

20. How fast does your mind change? To quote 12-year-old me, "Fast. :3"

21. I bet you miss somebody right now. Every day.

22. Can you honestly say you're okay right now? Yeah, I can.

23. Why do you think so many people cheat? Because love is cursed by monogamy

24. Tell me what's on your mind? Kinky t4t sex

25. What are you looking forward to in the next three months? NYE, my birthday, catching up with people in the new year, my senior year of university.

26. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing? I'm gonna choose the asshole answer to this question which is, um, I'm intersex 🙄 but strictly speaking, yes, obviously I have

27. When did you last talk to your number 1 top friend? Yesterday

28. When is your next road trip? Honestly? Ideally within the month to Montreal. More realistically over the spring or summer (Bro I'm screaming I've also been reading along with my 2017 answers and I had written "No idea honestly. Hopefully soon-ish to Montreal." I have not changed at all)

29. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell anything to? Anything is a strong term.

30. How's your heart? Still beating.

31. Have you ever felt like you weren't important? Yes, but not any more. (Keeping this answer as long as I believe it)

32. Do you think somebody's in love with you? Oh, for sure, baby~!

33. What are you planning on doing after this? Getting ready to go to my cousin's surprise birthday party and then stay with family for a couple days.

34. Next time you will kiss someone? Nonzero chance it is on NYE.

35. Have you told anybody you loved them today? Yes <3 Always

36. Who do you not get along with? Really, only people who actively disrespect the people I love.

37. What does your 3rd recent text say? "ahh yeah how could i forget ov"

38. What are you wearing right now? Nothing, darling~

39. You're locked in a room with the person you last kissed, how is it? I imagine we would engage in similar sexual escapades to the last time we kissed

40. When's the last time you had a grilled cheese? A couple weeks ago

41. What's your favorite boy and girl name right now? Feminine: Meredith Masculine: Lewis Neuter: Avery

42. How did you feel when you woke up? "Queasy and achey"

43. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now? Nah, I'm popular

44. Do you crack your knuckles? It's one of the few joints I don't crack tbh.

45. What were you doing yesterday at midnight? YESTERDAY at midnight or TODAY at midnight? The answer to both is sleeping.

46. What are your LEGAL initials? All I shall say is that it spells the name of an animal.

47. Who's the first B in your contacts? Some dude in Florida named Bailey

48. When was the last time you laughed really hard? I think it must have been on the 22nd with my friend we had a lot of fun and were stoned as hell so

49. Your number 1 top friend walks out of your life, do you go after them? Been there, done that, and I would.

50. Explain your last awkward moment? I feel like I said something awkward to my cousin that I thought his current gf had said but it was actually his ex fsajgkhls

51. Are you afraid of the dark? More and more every year

52. Do you have good vision? Yea, particularly in the dark actually lol

53. Have you ever tripped someone? Yes and he sucked and it was hilarious and I regret nothing.

54. Have you ever slapped someone? Yea

55. Are you Irish? Like 50%

56. Do you use chap stick? Mmmhm

57. Do you have any scars? Soooo many. Newest one is growing on my finger.

58. Is there someone you will never forgive? Never? Surely not

59. Are you dating the person you last held hands with? God no they're insane

60. Name the last person to text you. Prinxë

61. Would you marry someone 8 years older than you? I would barely even marry my husband aside from for legal maneuvering

62. Can you go in public looking like you do? I would get arrested so no

63. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a A? Yeah,,,, my hot TA last semester

64. What side of the bed do you sleep on? Da middle

65. What's the first thing you'll do on your wedding day? Cry and be like why did I spend so much money on a wedding

66. Do you fall for people easily? P much on sight yea

67. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days? Yeeeees

68. Do you miss the way things used to be? Of course. Who doesn't?

69. Song you're thinking of right now? Talk – Coldplay

70. Want someone back in your life? Yep. So bad. Soooososososo bad. If he texted me it would make my day in a heartbeat. I also want her back, but I'd like to think if she texted me I wouldn't respond.

71. Will tomorrow be better than today? It's n ew years eve baby I sure hope so

72. What's the color of the shirt you are wearing? Beige flesh

73. Who was the first friend that you had? Lindsey

74. Does it bother you when someone lies to you? Yes I cannot decipher your neurotypical nonsense

75. Is there anyone who understands your relationship status? There are, yeah, but it's a pretty damn select few

76. Are you a naturally happy person? Or is your happiness forced? I have bipolar disorder

77. Is there anyone you wish would fall in love with you? Everyone all the time

78. What do you wear when you sleep? Same thing I'm wearing right now

79. Are you obsessed with something right now? SEX

80. The first person you loved is? Terry

81. Something terrible happened with you? My stepdad died slowly of dementia, so

82. You are locked up with someone you love, what happens? Again, the deranged sex

83. If you could wish something, what would it be? For more deranged sex. Ideally in Montreal.

84. Ever forced someone to do something? Like it's hard?

85. When you are alone, what do you think about? SEX

86. How was your first kiss? Romantic and sweet. We're still friends.

87. What's your favorite music genre? Alt rock, that'll never change

88. Are you going to tag people to do this? Me in the future

[beddyxoxq]

<“My Mom”AKA The Toxic avoid>

I call her out for whatever spiritual attacks she attempts.. sometimes she’ll act sad, then use a shallow apology(ex: “I’m sorry that you thought—I’m sorry you felt like I could”—) .

This was my reply to her sad emoji and one word reply “sorry”. ….

“”””””””

It’s a 24/7 thing though. It doesn’t even matter what actually happened THIS time. Even when you got proof right in front of you, you’ll ignore it to go against me

Then go against me to try to go against me some more..

Sometimes you even try to get me to help you go against me .. Or help you in other situations to go against me or to fuck me over or make me look bad or make me feel bad, or do whatever!!

It’s night and day how you treat me from anyone but especially now cause it’s not just”” different treatment “” like it use to be.. now you literally try your hardest to TAKE/DESTROY everything that you possibly can whether there be money, joy or peace from me!

You’re never sad about hurting me in any way BC you never even acknowledge the fact that it happens. You make it worse by trying to bury it, by acting like it’s all in their head.. after being victimized, then try to corrupt reality by playing the victim role as if they’re the predator.

You will literally act like everybody needs to be worried about their safety after YOU have victimized and provoked the entire situation in the first place,

To avoid having to accept what you’ve done at all cost you’ll even go as far as to act if they’re losing their cool out of nowhere to be able to recruit ppl saying things like”” watch out..ohh my god I’m so sorry.”” To people that are not even able to be affected by the made-up situation, therefore creating false trauma for you to bond about.

It’s always been like that since the beginning! Since I can ever remember!! It’s just gotten worse over the years.

And I never mind at all, because anybody that can’t see through that instantly deserves to be duped by it. It’s probably their karma, so who am I to step in the way of that by trying to defend what doesn’t need defending no ma’am that’s why I let you run free and wild. Have fun. Do whatever makes you feel better about yourself or whatever you need to do to try to get whatever you think you need.

Because I will always be on my Christ like program, and will never react to any cruelty, no matter what direction it comes from!

And getting upset because it’s sad that a human being could act like that..

VS.

Making sure that you taste your own medicine.

Making sure that I do the same.. make sure that you feel unsafe. Make sure that your stuff is always in constant harm., getting everybody to go against you.. provoking you into anger, and then acting like Im victimized by the reaction. “Someone Help, she’s out of control, she’s crazy idk why she’s acting like that“”

Like a satanic Chaos agent creating destructive situations for the innocent party.

NOT TODAY SATAN

NOT TOMORROW

NOT AT ALL - DEFF.

NOT THIS CHILD OF GOD

NO EVIL

FROM ANYONE ANYWHERE

WILL EVER

PUT THIS FIRE FOR CHRIST OUT IN ME!!!

Instead unconditional love and understanding for what they don’t even understand themselves!

God allows me to see through his eyes, and I would never squander off my soul, or the gifts gods given me — by picking up vengeance? 😂 why would I even bother taking vengeance on some petty pathetic situations where people were so insecure and I was such a threat to them they had to become a chaos agent in order to feel some security??

I would never take pity on that because I find my identity and get my security from Christ. I never put my harder faith in Man because they will always let you down.

And when we don’t find our identity in Christ, that’s our actions will tell loud and clear!!!

And what’s worse the prosecuted or the comfortable?!

You can hold onto them thorns! Because they are no longer in my saviors crown!!

And he is alive and freed the oppressed, so no longer can this material world or anything in it that is materialized do any harm for no weapons will prosper against us!!

And the harder that they try the louder, the truth will be!! And the louder the truth will be delivered for God’s people!!!

I don’t fake my beliefs or how I feel or my emotions to make other people feel better about themselves or better about their situations!!

I stand my ground. I stand my boundaries and God is all I fear.!

And the Holy Spirit resides in my temple, so I’m never alone!

And I’m always the safest I could possibly be because I walk with the Lord or I don’t walk at all!!

Christ is a whole lifestyle- how you move how you speak how you treat others specially when done wrong how you speak on others what you do towards others your intentions- it’s a lifestyle and how you live on a daily basis !! Faith without works is dead, and works is a lifestyle lived daily!! It’s a soul energy into the heart with the mentality and mindset hosted by the Holy Spirit inside your temple!

Reading a couple Bible verses, every now and then, and twisting it to fit life situations for some false security, can be easily mistaken!

But when you go for quality over quantity, everything else falls short and always will!

So don’t be “”sad”” ever for anything that happens between us!

God put me here for a complete enlightenment! so that my soul could fully catch fire to the absolute depths that no one’s ever seen yet!!

God is creating magic, and I’m blessed to be a part of it!!

I never let this world fool me, I never forget God’s promise!!

I know how monumental and how glorious my place will be in the kingdom after all the sudden done!

That’s more than enough for me !!

“”””””””

And even though I did text it and replied, it wasn’t for her that was for me and for God!

God don’t take L’s — so you already know I’m #Winning ☺️😉😇

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

this is part 2 of my extremely long lore update of my missing month in tumblr. here's part 1 <3

i'll also put this one behind the cut just in case

26. we start when this extremely important event happened !!!

THEY'RE PLAYING 'MÚSICA LIGERA' IN THE SUPERMARKET

[there is a lyric in música ligera [go listen to it. or else] that goes 'la música de fondo en los supermercados' so 'the background music at the supermarkets']

27. when spring officially started and suddenly life was bearable once again

28. the sequel.

bomb the ucm [yes. i tweeted the exact same thing]

24 nearly 25 years old and i just learned how to sign stuff with the electronic certificate. i want to shoot my foot i can't do this anymore

the thing is today i've been 3 hours calling the same 4 fucking numbers every 10 minutes only for them to tell me 'hahah everything you did last week is useless lol. but don't worry the deadline is thursday you still have time :)' [this was on a tuesday btw]

the world if the digital certificate and autofirma didn't exist

so yeah. everything i did on march 15th was useless. lol. i sent proof of my physical deposit of the application and they told me i couldn't <3. in the end i had to sign it digitally through a different administrative process and lol. i hate bureoucracy so fucking much.

28. i do love taylor swift but yeah

the eras tour: bellodrama tour:

-without ana mena -with ana mena

-52728€ tickets -22€ tickets

-she doesn't sing 'las 12' -she sings 'las 12'

the choice is yours

29. it's time for the 'hole in the bedroom' arc <3

[pic 1]

today my bedroom disappears

it wasn't a joke

[pic 2]

do you like my new setup?

SO. i honestly can't remember if i said this here but idk almost a month ago now i guess some of my floorplanks strated to lift. out of nowhere. so we called people to look into it and there was a water leak. so they had to dismantle my bed (you can see the frame in the lighter floorboards lol) and now i sleep in the attic; a room my dad has always used to hoard stuff <3 yesterday they filled the hole so that's nice, but now they have to slash the floor and for that they need all of the furniture gone. my house is basically just a long hallway so there just isn't enough space. it's gonna be fun :) oh and also we've decided to paint the room while we're at it. so i'll probably won't be able to sleep here for at least a month i imagine. this is my current setup btw, i'm writing this from here:

30. this one's a preamble of what's to come. i'm so sorry.

me: existing at any moment

my brain: i think it's time to play 'me he pillao x ti' on a loop

[now it's doing the same but with 'un clásico' <3]

31. ANA MENA WORLD DOMINATION DAY

i'll do the small tweets first and then go in chronological through pics 5, 6, and 7

GOOD DAY

the way i know for a fact that 'me he pillao x ti' would've appeared on skam españa s2 if the show had been made now

if i am already annoying with ana mena the day i fall for someone i'll be incredibly unbearable i want y'all to know it

i want ana mena to know she's changed lives today

[pic 6]

the pause in the first listen of bellodrama to listen on loop to 'me he pillao x ti' is so real actually

no words with 'un millón de lunas'

MENAmoro [i fall in love]... her mind

ana mena has made me want to go out and party for the first time in my life i can't

[pic 7]

why all songs in bellodrama have their titles with the first letter capitalized Like This except Tomorrow god Will Say? what is she trying to tell us

reply to the tweet: atheist legend

[pic 8]

i didn't choose to be anamenista i only was lucky

ana mena you gave us everything

ana mena you are the pop artist of this generation. you are everything and you are summer and the sun and margaritas. you give everything and you're the best.

i love you ana mena

32. i went back to working on my fantasy book :)

i am gonna try working on my fantasy book after more than half a year. wish me luck.

665 words #slay

33. i know you missed me talking about fictional shows that don't even exist but here you go

i need there to exist some kind of glee españa specifically so a character can sing this song to their crush and i can finish losing my mind

33. this is the last ana mena post I SWEAR

(chronologically)

half of the views are mine

the way i hadn't listened to it before the album dropped and now i'm OBSESSED

34. la caixa incident

can someone explain to me how la caixa, a catalan business, is telling me to send them documents in english for the scholarship??

so yeah. the sent me an email telling me they needed some documents in english i had sent them in spanish (which lol) and after doing so proceeded to accept my application :) apparently it's a pretty fucking good scholarship so i'm a bit hopeful i'll be able to make it <3

35. places i've been to in spain!

i know i have to visit the north more i know

36. my most listened to songs in march 💀

37. MANDATORY MEMORIAS DE IDHÚN TWEET THAT IS SCARILY ACCURATE TO MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

i am fascinated with the fact that one day laura gallego wrote three fat ass books projecting herself into a unicorn girlie that's involved with two dudes without knowing that with them she would forever change the brain chemicals of a new generation of spanish writers

38. and that's it :)

PEOPLE I GOT BACK MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT WE WON

[brick-a-doodle-do]

You asked for this

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, and 30.

ORCHIDDDDD WHAT THE FUCK?? !!!!! I WILL ANSWER THESE GLADLY BUT WTFFF 😭

1 : sleeping in or getting an early start?

for weekends, sleeping in

2 : coffee or tea?

i don't really drink either but probably tea

3 : favorite breakfast food?

everything bagels with way too much butter

4 : opinion on brunch?

too fancy for me

5 : how many houseplants do you have?

personally speaking i own none (why take take of a plant if i can't take care of myself?) but my grandparents house has a lot of them that i don't know the count of,,,,

6 : favorite flower?

calendulas (did i spell that right?)

7 : things that always make you smile

interactions between ccs idk why i like them sm but like seeing crimebois orrr alliumduo interact brings such a smile to my face :D maybe it's just the ccs in general? okay people hanging out with tommy is what always makes me smile. okay tommy often makes me smile. but wil does too, and quackity. okay all the ccs make me smile :)

8 : tv show you're currently obsessed with?

unbreakable kimmy schmidt!! binging it atm and am obsessed with ittt 💕

9 : favorite smell and why

gas & those chemical induced markers. if you like them too then you know why :)

10 : your hopes/wishes for the coming week

actually i started like trying to lose weight so i'm hoping i can actually follow through with that instead of fantasizing about it like i do with everything

11 : have you ever been to any pride (activities)?

no i have not, but i'd absolutely love to!!

12 : tattoos or piercings on your wish list

for piercings i want one on my upper ear and MAYBE in my nose but i'm on the fence about that one,,,, and for tattoos i might get like a flower tattoo of a calendula or maybe a brick? lol that sounds dumb but idk. i also want another one but i'm embarrassed to say pff

13 : what helps you fall asleep?

ycgma :D i fall asleep to it every night

14 : any cleaning or organizing life hacks?

No

15 : tell a joke

why did the chicken cross the road?

to get to the other side!!!!!!

16 : i already answered this one!

17 : a book you're currently reading

guided evolution on ao3 💪

18 : what video games do you play?

uhh i don't play video games that often. if i do it's minecraft or roblox or any free games i can find on steam & that one indie website i forget the name of. i also play 2480 or whatever it's called a lot OH OH OH and i love the oregon trail i play that a looot

19 : the last thing that made you laugh out loud

a family member of mine was ordering at a fast food place and they didn't have what the drink he wanted so he said really loudly "WATER PLEASE"

20 : a skill you would like to learn

i would like to develop my writing skills a bit more and learn how to cook better cuz it seems fun

21 : what color would you like to die your hair?

hmm i like my natural color but that's basic so if i HAD to pick one it'd probably be like pink tips? think my pfp's pink,,,

22 : what was the best food you had this week?

oh my god i was on vacation this week so everything was absolutely amazing!! literally everthing i ate would be on this list

23 : a song that makes you feel poweful

idk if it makes me feel powerful but i like am i ready (to be loved) by lizzo like that's a really cool soon the tempo is rlly good and he beat drop is just 😍

24 : how was your day today?

uhh not the best tbh

lots of tears today

25 : are there any big or small decisions you have to make?

at the moment no but if choosing to commit to the weight loss thing counts then yep

26 : if you could be doing anything you like right now, what would you do?

hmm that's kinda hard. there's one thing on the top of my mind rn but that's embarrassing to say so i'll go with continuing my binge of kimmy schmidt :D

27 : what characteristics make a person wonderful?

i've answered smth like this before but honestly it's the aura they give off. if i am alone in a car with them i don't want it to be awkward and completely silent. i want to be able to talk wit the person and yk make memories? i mean it's a given considering my love language is quality time lol

like taking walks with people and enjoying it is just >>>> the best feeling i'll automatically bond with that person even if they don't feel the same way

28 : what characteristics do you like about yourself?

next question

29 : do you play an instrument?

nope but i'm tempted to learn either guitar or piano

30 : how do you feel about this weekend?

uhh saturday was pretty good but today honestly was really hard

it was a fast weekend too so i rate it like a 5.8/10

THANK YOU ORCHID FOR THE ENTIRE LIST LMAO

[remcycl333]

You and your old SP were living in different countries? I read in a previous ask that you manifested him transferring and that's impressive. My SP and I are currently studying in different countries, we met online during quarantine. I manifested meeting him because my clown ass wanted a boyfriend and I thought well, everyone is quarantined right now, so I might as well get to meet people from other countries online. He's everything I ever wanted in a partner, I wouldn't change a thing about him, but I have held myself back from manifesting him as my boyfriend??? I can handle distance, actually I think distance can be a good thing because I don't really like to be with people 24/7. I seriously don't see myself dating someone and seeing them every single day or every week. I really like my alone space, so seeing someone only once a year (or none at all lol) doesn't sound like a problem to me. I consider myself very good at communication and I know how to create and keep a bond with people without seeing them often. But I feel egotistical for wanting to drag him into my narrative because from what I've read, people in LDRs suffer a lot and most don't end in good terms. He seems to be interested and it makes me wonder why, if he could easily get a local girl. He's super hot and sweet, talented, smart, anyone would be lucky and he seems to have a very active social life so there are no excuses, and my boy is wasting his time texting me saying he's the lucky one for finding me ? wtf boy ??? Go be lucky with someone in person idk. And although I don't really believe in astrology, I do think it's fun and I was curious about his birth chart and something very interesting that I found is that people with his venus sign tend to seek relationships with people that they can't see on a regular basis, usually in different countries than theirs and I mean, what a lovely coincidence. I could conveniently decide that astrology is totally right on this one HA! So, everything seems to be in my favor but I'm still hesitant about it. This was messy and I'm sorry I came to vent, but today I woke up thinking it's better to drop him and just stay friends and the thought really hurt me.

my old sp and i both lived in the US but he lived in a different state that was across the country from mine, about 1,600 miles away! and i manifested he’d stop going to college in that state and instead go to college about 20 mins from me🤍

after reading your ask, i feel like the two of you can definitely give it a shot!! if he it still acting that way towards you (saying he’s lucky to find you, etc) then he obviously knows you’ll have to do a LDR and he seems okay with the fact!! also the thing you said about his venus sign blew my mind!

you can always manifest you two have a happy, healthy, fulfilling relationship despite the distance. and if you eventually decide you want to close the distance, you can manifest that as well! or if you want to break up bc it’s too hard, you can manifest he takes it perfectly well and the breakup is mutual!!

but this relationship sounds like it’s going well so far to me, and if the thought of just being friends really saddens you then i’d definitely say enter a relationship with him!! it doesn’t have to be forever, it could just be something fun you try!!

keep me updated on what you choose and how things progress!! 🤍🤍

[lovergirlp]

The Triangle Chronicles

Spin of The Night: Memory Lane - Minnie Riperton

11:48 p.m. 12/15

One thing I can say about being in my early twenties is that, emotionally, it feels pretty unrewarding so far. I don’t know why, but I thought I would be in a fantasy… well I hate to say fantasy… but yeahhh, fantasy kind of love right now. I can honestly say that I’m stuck. Men are very unique, very difficult, sources of pleasure & yet I keep finding myself sorting delights into different boxes!

Tell me, is it selfish to desire deep emotional connection or “am I too young” still? Well I’ll tell you one thing, I think I’m out of time. I feel like I’m on a great path, I'm working on my career, I’m working on being a better mom, just working on getting my whole life together really. All the while, I keep finding myself in the position where I think I can change another’s reality.

⤁⤀⤀

“Love was the loneliest corner in the room. Everyone was afraid of the thorns that surrounded her flowers.”

⤁⤀⤀

I’m out of time because I’ve reserved it. I flirt, I date, and I can appreciate some genuine conversations about interesting worldly & otherworldly topics. The only issue is I seem to attach myself rather quickly, and it’s a bitch to let go. I’ve been out of a 3-year relationship for 6, almost 7 months now, and I can honestly say that I think I made a very hard, but good decision. So far in that time, my ex has found his way back into my life, oh and as an extra twist he is across a few states. Still, I dream of a future & most days he’s in it. With all of that I am also engrossed in an affair with a man that I know little of logically, but deeply of emotionally. What started off as a rebound from the heartbreak of my breakup from my daughter’s father, turned into an erotic, intuitively transformative, real-life, emotional-rollercoaster. However, that’s another story, for another time.

⤁⤀⤀

I met my ex (not my child's father), when I was around 16 years old, and we had a few sort of stable, unstable, iwasstrynamakesomebodyjealouswhodidntloveme, ass months! Then he moved away, so did I, we tried, but I messed it up. Fast forward a couple more years, I meet my child’s father & after pretty much no contact, I let it all go. So I thought. He congratulated me on my daughter on Snapchat, (which I was surprised, anxious, nervous and excited to see) and then nothing, for almost 2 years. Then, about a year ago we reconnected via social media & I can’t disconnect. The way he responds tells me he feels the same. Although, from day to day , it’s difficult to read his emotions, I imagine he feels the same way about me. Even with all that we have been through, this man has always been here. We’ll call him.. “Loverman.” Right now even though I am intertwined in a pretty tumultuous love affair with another man, we’ll call him “Max”, that has still never affected the love I have for Loverman, he’s never made love with my body, only my mind and yet I’m the most attached I’ve ever been to another man, to him, in this lifetime. He is the only man that has never asked for one thing from me, lover or friend, emotionally or physically, monetarily or of my time and yet I would give it all. Sex with Max is amazing and emotionally tied but my body is in a completely different space with LM. I don’t regret the steps that have made me the woman I am today, but I do regret how easily I disregarded the feelings of the men I love(d) over time. I can be so selfish, I’m finding my balance. 

⤁⤀⤀

I'm scared that our time will run out. At 23, almost 24 years old, I feel I’ve found an absolute love. Does Loverman feel the same? IDK, but the fact that we’ve both been holding on, and now we both find ourselves in a predicament where we are single and we can’t leave one another alone, it does make the mind wonder. He’s an older man so I like to think that he really doesn’t want to waste his time. All I know is that when the time comes, I’m going to get my love. I can’t wait any more, our love is the kind I would love to sit in front of a fire and tell our kids about. 

Best Regards,

LovergurlP ❣️

[furuyalover]

a fellow furuya lover !! hello !! may i request hcs with kuramochi, miyuki and furuya and like trying to make them flustered LOL

trying to fluster them

— ft. furuya satoru, kuramochi youichi, & miyuki kazuya

warnings: flustered seido boys & mentions of miyuki slander....

AN: hi my beloved anon!! this request was so cute i hope i did it justice ^_^ im trying a new writing format so.... idk how i feel about it yet..... also if you reblog i’ll name one of my pokemon after you <3

࿔*:･ﾟFURUYA he always manages to fluster you by doing barely anything.. he’ll just simply look you dead in the eye and go “pretty” and then smile to himself, NOW YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LOOKING DOWN, TRYING TO AVOID HIM NOTICING THE BLUSH ON YOUR FACE… feeling annoyed that he’s never flustered by anything, you decide you’re going to do whatever it takes to fluster this boy! *cue evil laughter* you go to his dorm after his practice to help him with his homework, and to conduct your evil plans mwahhaha! as you’re sitting down with him to help him with his work you stop and just look up at him and just appreciate his features, right now he’s confused as to why you’re kind of just looking at him so he goes “uh, hey y/n, you okay?” in awe of your boyfriend you reach out to cup his cheek with your hand and just simply say “pretty” and smile. now he’s looking down and trying to avoid you seeing him blush and you swear you hear him mutter “you’re one to talk” you laugh this blushing pouting mess and pinch his cheek “shy as always aren't you satoru”

࿔*:･ﾟMIYUKI this shithead i hate him miyuki loves to see you flustered, he’ll do anything to see you get all shy and see your face flushed. yes his comments are sincere so if he calls you pretty, you know he’s being honest. however you just know he’s doing it to see your reaction, so obviously you’re going to get him back by flustering him! throughout the day you’ve been calling him ‘miyuki’ rather than kazuya, this isn’t too out of the ordinary because you do this a lot since your boyfriend is a little shit, but you’re doing it more today so it’ll go with your evil plan! you two go to a coffee shop just to get drinks and then sit on a nearby park bench to just people watch, talk to each other, and what not. as he’s talking you wrap your arm around his and lay your head on his shoulder, “oh whats gotten into you y/n?” with his signature shit eating grin on his face “nothing i just love my pretty boy kazuya” you respond in a monotone voice, you see his features soften, a genuine smile spread across his face, and even a rosy hue to his face, but of course this cocky mf has to ruin it -_- his grin appears once again then he responds “i know i know, how could you not” slapping him “playfully” IM KIDDING... AM I.. “i hate you never mind” “thats not what you just said my lovely y/n!” 

࿔*:･ﾟKURAMOCHI you and youichi have been dating for a while now, and he never fails to make you blush with all the sweet compliments he says to you! “y/n i'm convinced you’re my good luck charm! whenever you watch me play i get the beeesst hits kyaha!” i swear you’re blushing 24/7 around this kid… but finally you decide you’re going to turn the tables and leave him blushing and flustered! seido has a game today, so you take the train to the stadium and prepare to watch your boyfriend play, but of course, before the game starts you need to find him and wish him luck! lost in the sea of spectators around the stadium you can’t seem to find him until out of nowhere, you’re receiving a bear hug from behind <3 with his arms wrapped around you, you grab his hand, give it a little squeeze and whisper “good luck, you won’t need it though since you’re already the best” and kiss his cheek. youichi feels his cheeks heat up so he immediately pulls you closer into him, burying your head into his chest so you cant see his face, and kisses your forehead “since when are you such a sap y/n” “shut up you love it.” “mmm yeah you’re right, i do”

reblogs appreciated and admired ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

[utakoi]

Suds

Pairing: Soft Yandere!Enji Todoroki x GN!Reader 

Summary: A reformed Enji gives you a bath and contemplates your relationship with him.

Warnings: Yandere themes (abduction + mention of lewd thoughts + bindings [it’s rlly soft stuff tho])

A/N: never thought I’d write for Endeavor, but felt like this kind of concept fit his character the most after his redemption arc and uh... Idk kinda soft and horny for him whoops. Also I started a new aesthetic for my fic headers to separate them from my hcs, but idk if I like it yet

“Is the water too hot?”

You say nothing back to Enji as you kneel next to the tub, dipping your fingertips into the water. After a few moments of inspection, you rise from your spot and give Enji a pointed look over your shoulder. Knowing what the look means, Enji turns his back towards you and crosses his arms. 

For the past couple days, you’ve been trying out a new tactic of defiance: the silent treatment. 

Silence in his home isn’t new to Enji. Rei had been a quiet wife for most of their marriage, only conversing with him if he spoke to her first or if it was in regards to their kids. After Rei’s hospitalization and Touya’s death, his life had practically become silent, save for the times his remaining sons would jeer at him and the small talk his daughter would initiate. 

But he’s not used to silence with you. The first few weeks after he abducted you were anything but silent. Begging him to let you go, screaming that he’s an asshole, shattering fine china when you threw the dishes at his face and missed… and most recently, breaking the bathroom mirror during your scheduled bath time. He had come rushing in, only to be caught off guard when you swung a shard towards his chest the second he burst through the door. Luckily, his instincts as a hero allowed him to react quickly enough to swerve to the side. After the incident, he told you that he would have to monitor your baths from that point forward. You spat at his feet in response. 

To be honest, Enji thinks you should be more grateful that he didn’t punish you more severely for attempting to kill him and for your other past acts of rebellion. He could have easily done whatever he had wanted to you. For a second, images of your wrists tightly bound by rope and your quivering lips forced apart by a dirty rag flashes through Enji’s mind. He shakes his head. 

No, he’s a new man now… sort of. He’s trying his best to please you, at least, as much as he can as your captor. Sure, he’s forced a few cuddles here and there, but he had never forced himself on you sexually. Even when you were stripped bare to bathe, he hadn’t made a single move.

… Ok, he’s not completely innocent; he’s had lewd thoughts, but he never acted on them. 

The sound of your robe falling to the floor brings Enji back to the present and he waits until he hears a splash to turn back around. Once he does, the sight that greets him makes him crack a smile. 

The tub is ridiculously full of bubbles, the cloud-like mass practically engulfing your form. If any more of the soapy solution were to be added, he’s sure that he’d only be able to see the top of your head peeking out from the suds. To top it all off, you’re pouting like a child, clearly not wanting to give him the gratification of seeing you enjoy the perfect bath he prepared for you. 

“I know that you’ve been wary of your modesty, so I made sure the bath had more bubbles today,” he says as he sits cross-legged by the tub. “Though I suppose that I went a bit overboard with them.”

He eyes your face for any type of reaction. You say nothing back to him, but he catches your eyes soften. 

Enji’s not exactly sure why they do. Are you finally warming up to him? Or perhaps you're just grateful that he had gone through the efforts to make sure your intimate parts were concealed while he washed you? It’s most likely the latter, but he can’t help but let the hope of the former possibility sweep through him. 

“Which shampoo and conditioner would you like to use today?” Enji asks. You take a while to eye the several bottles in the shower caddy before indicating your choice by pointing at them. Enji makes a mental note of the brands as he squirts the shampoo into his calloused hands. 

As per routine, you shift yourself against the tub so that the back of your head is facing Enji. Gently, he lathers your hair. To be honest, he could probably trust you with bathing yourself; it’s not like you could do much damage by swinging some shampoo and froth at him. He could have just stood by the side and watched, making sure that you wouldn’t do anything like before. 

Still, he can’t help but just want to spend some peaceful quality time with you. Anytime you’re in the same room as him, your shoulders are always squared, as if you’re prepared for an attack at any moment. The few times he’d gone in for a hug after an exhausting day of hero work, you struggled and told him to fuck off. Your bath times are the only moments where you allowed yourself to relax. 

Actually, the first bath time after he announced your punishment was completely opposite to now. You had screeched and clawed at him when he tried to touch your hair; Enji still had a light scar on his forearm from where you managed to scratch him. 

Now… Well, he could only guess that you gave up on rebelling, at least, during your baths. Enji felt warmth pool in his chest at the thought. He had put in a lot of effort in trying to make the baths as nice as possible so that you could ease into the practice easier. The idea that he had succeeded in making you happy made his pride skyrocket. 

He takes his time scrubbing your arms and legs, savoring the feeling of your skin against his. You’re obviously aware of his actions, but seem to let them slide, only giving him warning glares when his hands would get too close to your torso. He turns his back towards you again once he’s done with your limbs, leaving you to clean your most intimate parts and wash off the foam. 

When you give him a tap on his shoulder to signal that you’ve put the robe back on, he sits on the lid of the toilet and lightly holds onto your waist to pull you onto his lap. Once you’re situated, he takes a brush and combs through your damp hair. While he could trust you in washing yourself, he could never trust you with combing your own hair; the brush was what you used to break the mirror. 

“Enji?”

He stops brushing your hair for a moment, surprised that you had broken your silent treatment. He hadn’t even realized that you had called him by his given name for the first time rather than his hero name until after you leaned your head back to lay on his chest. 

He clears his throat before responding with a shaky, “What is it?”

“Will I ever be able to bathe alone again?” You tilt your head backwards to meet his downward gaze. 

He resists himself from frowning at your question. If he let you bathe alone, he wouldn’t have moments like these anymore. He’d be back to experiencing your anger and malice 24/7 again.  

“... If you behave for a while longer, then I’ll consider it.” He hopes that, while it’s not a straight yes or no answer, it’ll suffice.

To his relief, you merely let out a hum in response and lean forward again. Enji goes back to brushing your hair, trying his best to be gentle when combing out the knots. 

For a while longer, he lets himself enjoy the serenity of the moment, pretending as if this wasn’t a punishment. 

He was just taking care of the love of his life and you were simply enjoying being pampered by your loving husband.

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

His

Paring :: mafia dark!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+, Smut/NSFW, Dark Themes, Possessiveness, Oral(M Recieving), Deep Throating

Word Count :: 2,787

Summary :: Bucky’s had a long day and you’re the only one he can release his stress on

A/N ::....there may or may not be another part... idk yet.... I just really like Mafia Bucky

Some days were better than others, for both you and Bucky. 

So far, your day had gone swimmingly. You woke up, did an easy morning stretch to help you wake up, and proceeded to clean around your house in your favorite sundress. There wasn’t much to do, with the house usually clean due to Bucky hiring professional cleaners to come once a week. Still, the dishes weren’t going to do themselves. 

The highlight of your day was a package being delivered. A book that you had pre-ordered from one of your favorite authors. After you cooked your lunch, you spent the rest of your day reading the book, sitting on the dark grey couch in your large living room. That was all you could do besides watching tv or doing a small hobby to keep you occupied until Bucky came home.

Bucky’s day, on the other hand, was infuriatingly long. He was a businessman and a mob boss, meaning he’d usually have long days. If he was lucky, he’d just have to deal with some idiot trying to cheat him. Today was an unlucky day. He received a visit from Helmut Zemo, the head of a Sokovian Mafia trying to start up in Brooklyn. 

-

Bucky sat at his desk, leaning back in his leather chair as he stared at the man who just entered his office. 

“I already told you the deal Zemo. There’s no bargaining, if you don’t like it save your breath and get the hell out of here.”

The Sokovian ignored him, walking over to a large bookshelf that was against the wall. “You know, for the most powerful man in Brooklyn, you’d be surprised how quickly some of your ‘people’ are willing to betray you if you offer them enough cash.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, a scowl forming on his face. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Zemo glanced over for a moment. “The docks.”

A few nights prior, one of Bucky’s incoming shipments of illegal weapons had been robbed. A small number of men were killed, and the rest were injured. There was also a weird symbol that had been spray-painted around the docks, a sign that whoever had done this was publicly declaring war.

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he was now sitting up straight in his seat. “You did that?” “It was quite easy to.”

“So why the fuck are you here now? I could put a bullet through your head in a second.”

Zemo laughed, finally turning to face the other man. “You won’t because you know I’m not stupid enough to come here without just as many men you have.” He let out a small breath, taking a few steps forward. His gaze moved down to Bucky’s left hand, an eyebrow raising with curiosity. “You haven’t married her yet? She’s a lovely woman.”

In an instant Bucky stood up, his hands balled into fists. If a look could kill, Zemo would be dead and his body burning.

“I came to tell (Y/N) thank you. Not long ago, one of my guys got a bit lost and she helped him. Pietro said she was ‘the kindest girl he’d met’ and ‘extremely helpful and friendly.”

Bucky cursed in the back of his mind. It sounded exactly like something you’d do, you were kind and naive by nature, simply wanting to help people when they needed it. It was what drew him to you, and it seemed like it was attracting unwanted attention from others now.

“I’m gonna give you ten minutes to get the hell out of my territory.”

“Why so generous?”

“It’s a nice neighborhood,” Bucky replied sarcastically.

Zemo walked back towards the door, understanding he had pushed the man far enough. A coy smile crept on his face, looking at Bucky one last time. “I’d keep her better guarded and up to speed if I were you. She’s too innocent to be involved with you.”

Once Zemo and his men left Bucky nearly tore apart his office. It took Sam and Steve a good hour to calm the man down and make sure he didn’t do anything reckless. Once he cooled down, Sam revealed that Tony Stark had been the one to cross Bucky. Tony’s father was the previous big bad until Bucky came around.

-

“I don’t give a fuck what you do Steve, just make sure Tony doesn’t think he’s not get strung up on a tree after I shoot that Sokovian bastard in the head.” 

His voice was full of annoyance and his grip on the steering wheel of his car was so tight the whites of his knuckles were visible. It was one thing for Zemo to publicly humiliate his authority by robbing him, but he had indirectly threatened you by mentioning you to Bucky. You were his and his alone. He had invested far too much in securing you, ensuring that you’d never leave him. 

-

Bucky leaned on the doorframe of your apartment’s bedroom, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you step around the room. “What are you doing?”

“Going home,” You muttered, continuing to pack your suitcase.

“That’s on the other side of the country.”

“I know.”

“I can’t keep an eye on you if you’re in LA.”

You looked up from the clothes you were packing, glaring at him. “I know.”

Bucky let out a huff. “So you also know I can’t make sure you’re safe.”

You let out a dry laugh, eyes rolling. “I’ll probably be a lot safer once I’m far away from you.”

The man pushed himself off the door frame, now approaching you with long strides. “You’re not leaving (Y/N).”

You threw the shirt you hand in your hand down, turning to face him. “Yes, I am Bucky, because you lie to me!” Your voice was strained, eyes looking up at him full of pain.

“I didn’t lie to you-”

“Yes, you did! You lied to me about what you did and you hid the truth!”

When you and Bucky started dating, he told you he ran a large ‘supply and demand’ business in Brooklyn and that was it. Like the naive girl you were, who had just moved to the east coast, you believed him because you fell for him hard at first. He spoiled you and made you feel like a princess in public, and in private you helped him release all the pent-up stress he had built up from work. A few months later, you finally figured out why Bucky was always so protective of you and wanted to know where you were 24/7. 

Bucky could see the tears you were holding back, mentally cursing at himself for being the cause. He cupped your cheek with his normal hand. You had to resist the urge to lean into his hold.

“I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry, but…” His voice trailed off. In a swift motion, his metal hand wrapped around your waist lifting you up and over his shoulder. “You’re not leaving me (Y/N).”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Put me down this instant!” You slammed your fists into his back to no avail. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

“I love you too darling,” He mumbled, proceeding to walk you out of your apartment.

-

You were on the fourth chapter of your book when you heard a car door slam. You sprung up from your seat, moving as quickly as you could to greet Bucky at the front door. When you got there, you saw he had already let himself inside. His brows were knit together, looking down at the door’s locks.

“Why isn’t the door locked?” He questioned before he even saw you.

With the territorial instinct he had when it came to you and his meeting with Zemo earlier, it was clear he was not happy about such a small thing, no matter your excuse.

“Oh, I must’ve forgotten to lock it when I got the mail today,” You said quietly.

He had lectured you multiple times about how important it was you locked the door, even before you move in with him.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, properly greeting him with a smile like you did every day. You had done this so many times, you noticed how long it took for him to softly wrap a single arm around you before walking away. He was upset.

“Go to the bedroom and wait. Now,” He ordered.

Your heart started racing, wondering what was going to happen to you. If he had stress pent up, he would either wait until after dinner or start kissing you roughly the second he stepped in. He had only acted like this when you pushed him to his limit, like when you threatened to leave him or attempted to run away when he first forced you to live with him.

You sat at the edge of your shared bed, hands holding and fiddling with the hem of your dress. When Bucky was this angry, he was painfully rough to the point where you would begin crying. You quickly began thinking of everything you had done recently, wondering what could’ve pushed him to this point.

He walked in, jacket off and the sleeves to his white button-up rolled up to his elbows. Even though your mind was screaming with fear, your body started heating up with desire seeing him. Especially when your eyes glanced down to his pants and saw a hardness forming. ‘Fuck, he’s been thinking about this.’

Walking up to you, Bucky grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look up at him. As a sort of last-ditch effort to get some kindness from him, you gave him a doe-eyed look.

He leaned down, pressing a long kiss against your lips before pulling away. “Get on your knees.”

You took in a deep breath, accepting he wouldn’t be gentle. You pulled away from his cold metal hand, sinking down to stand before him on your knees. Keeping eye contact with him, you managed to under his brown leather belt and navy trousers. You looped your fingers at the hem of his pants, pulling them down along with his briefs just enough for his fully erect shaft to be freed. 

With both of your small hands wrapping around his shaft, you could feel yourself growing wet at the sound of his soft groan. At first, you started stroking his length slowly, leaning your face closer to lick the tip and swirl your tongue around the head.

Bucky didn’t allow you to continue this very long. Only a small dribble of precum was licked up before he grabbed a fist full of your hair from the back of your head and pushed himself further in. Another groan escaped him feeling the warmth of your mouth around his cock. He hit the back of your throat and you gagged, not yet ready for him to go deeper. He did it again two more times, warning you that he planned on having you take all of him in his mouth.

Your hands moved up to his thighs to hold yourself steady and you relaxed your throat the best you could in preparation. Once he started to push his dick further in, you could feel tears start to well up in your eyes as he went down your throat. You moaned each time he shoved his shaft down your throat, sending a soft vibration on his shaft.

Bucky eventually started thrusting his hips into your mouth, fully fucking your mouth as tears started to fall out of your eyes. Watching your glossy eyes stare up at him with his cock down your throat he nearly lost it, feeling his ballsack tighten. Not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled out, a string of your saliva falling off his dick and dribbling down your mouth. You gasped and began panting for air, wiping away your drool with the back of your hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed now, pulling your hips to stand in front of him once you stood up. “Off.”

You took off your dress, followed by your bra and wet panties. Already knowing what was going to happen, you moved to straddle his hips. You and Bucky had had sex numerous times before, but you always needed a moment to get used to his size. He wasn’t going to allow that.

With his large hands on your hips, he forced you down his entire dick, groaning at how tight your walls clenched around him.

“Bucky!” You cried out, body tingling as he filled you up, balls deep. 

He held your hips with such a strong grip you were sure there were going to be marks after. He bounced you up and down his cock, watching you with a dark gaze as you moaned and whimpered against him. Only he could make you feel like this, act like this for him.

He thrusted his hips up, and you moaned loudly, back arching as he hit a sweet sensitive spot. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Bucky asked, knowing full well what you wanted. He wanted you to beg.

“Fuck me right there Bucky! Please!”

More than happy to comply, he proceeded to slam into that same spot, your breath growing faster and cunt tighter each time it was hit. His breath was becoming heavy, and his movements ragged.

He watched as you looked down at him fucking you and saw you shudder. “Ah!” Your walls tightened and your release hit you, juices pouring out. Feeling you release triggered his own orgasm, releasing inside of you. You could feel spurt after spurt of hot cum filling you up and your tight cunt gladly took it.

He finally stopped bouncing you, rolling his hips into you and allowing you a few seconds of rest. He pulled his limp dick out but watching your pussy drip with a mixture of both your cum, he found himself hard once again. 

You barely had any time for your mind to clear up after, your eyes widening as Bucky forced you on your hands and knees. Not sparing a single second he rammed back into you, his hand smacking your ass hard. 

You let out a cry, the stinging pain from the spank only lasting for a short while before you felt the pain and pleasure of him filling you up again. 

“Tell me how much you love it,” He breathed out, watching your ass bounce against his hips with each thrust.

“Bucky!” You moaned out, your walls tightening around him again.

You barely had any time to recover from your last high and still sensitive. You started moving your ass against him, feeling his ballsack slapping your clit each time he thrusted. 

“I love it so much!” You breathed out. “I love feeling your big dick fill me up and fuck me!” 

You bit your lip, feeling the juices drip down your thighs. Your arms were starting to grow weak, barely able to hold yourself when you screamed again. Your pussy tightened and released, begging him to cum and fill you up again.

His large hands buried into your hips, continuing to fuck you as you released around him again. His build-up was growing with the sight of you taking his cock, thrusts growing sloppy. 

Bucky wasn’t blind and could tell your arms were going to give out. So, he released his grip on you with his metal arm to lean over you. He wrapped his arm around your chest, holding you up while squeezing your breast. 

Hearing your soft whimpers as he still fucked you did it for him, his hips bucking to release another hot load inside of you. He stayed in you until he finished then pulled out, releasing you to collapse on the bed. 

Weakly, you turned yourself on your back to look at him, face flushed and tear-stained. He lowered himself above you, metal arm pressed down near the side of your head to keep him above you. Bucky’s eyes danced over your facial features. His gaze moved down, watching your chest rise with each pant before looking at the mess in between your legs.

With his other hand, he reached down and dragged two fingers up your wet folds, gathering the juices on them. When he raised them back up to your face, both of your hands grabbed him and began to suck and lick his fingers clean.

“Christ you’re fucking beautiful.”

He pulled his fingers away, smashing his lips against yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck, a hand moving up to play and tug on his hair as you kissed.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Ozai's adopted fic???

Ozai didn't understand his strange feelings towards his new child. He didn't feel this intensely towards his other two children, and the feelings in him didn't seem to be dying down at all. In fact, they seemed to be getting stronger.

He could barely stand his brother, Iroh, spending time with his beloved child, but Iroh had proved himself to be just as protective of his child as he, himself was - well not as much as himself, since Ozai doubted anyone could love his child as much as he did. At any rate, Iroh was a good guardian for his precious child on the rare occasion he had to leave, and when his precious child was playing one of their games of "Catch". (No, his child wasn't running away! Why would anyone think that?).

At any rate, he barely tolerated Azula near his child, and Zuko had just about proved his worth, but they both seemed to be quite taken with his newest child, taking turns to spend time with them when neither he or Iroh could be there. This turned out to be a surprise, but a welcome one, for sure - he now had two other skilled Firebenders to protect his beloved child when neither he or Iroh could be there.

Still. He didn't like sharing his precious child's affections with anyone, and luckily, they seemed resistant to affection from their family members, while usually accepting his affection.

He even considered taking his child with him to war meetings and councils, but decided against it. He didn't want to expose his precious child to the court, or let his generals see his child in person and scheme to earn his favour by using them. Of course he was aware of his subjects plotting to use his precious child as a stepping stone to get into his good graces, but he wouldn't allow that to happen. Ever. Of course people knew of his precious new child and a few portraits had been commissioned of them to show his subjects his most amazing and adorable child, and it limited risk of his child being exposed to commoners during a coronation or other event. He preferred to have his child stay in the Palace where they would be guarded by his children or Iroh when he wasn't there, or by his own hand when he was home.

But his child was showing signs of restlessness in the Palace, and had expressed their desires to have a day out by themselves, but he couldn't allow that. His child needed to be under 24/7 guard in case his enemies tried to kidnap his beloved child, but his child had pouted so heavily that he couldn't resist and gave in.

And so, Iroh was accompanying them into town while in disguise - that way, they wouldn't get mobbed by well-wishers or worse: run the risk of being harmed or kidnapped. Plus, while Ozai hated to admit it, Iroh was more than capable of protecting himself and his new child, and none would dare openly attack the Dragon of the West. His genius new child reasoned that a royal procession would draw too much attention and draw enemies towards them and Iroh, and they didn't want to cause any more fussing than they already were. Ahhhh - his child was so considerate and adorable! How he could refuse? His approval of their little excursion had earned him a warm hug and an excited squeal before his child ran off to make arrangements.

He didn't doubt that he was doing the right thing by letting them out, but it had been 7 hours that they'd been gone by now, and he was starting to pace the expensive and elaborate rug covering most of the floor of his private sitting room. He usually was presiding over his throne room at this time, completely in control and unbothered by anything, but now? When his child was out of sight, but just certainly not out of mind? He was... worried?

Is this what others felt like when their favourite child weren't at home? If so, he could suddenly understand why people were protective of their children. Ozai knew he'd never feel like this towards his other children, not that it mattered, his newest child was his priority, his other children would understand.

A knock at his door startled him out of his thoughts and his worry turned to annoyance at anyone daring to interrupt his thoughts, but he paused, recognising that knock...

Could it be...?

The door opened and his precious child stood there in the doorway - already changed into their royal fire nation robes with their hair pinned up by the hair piece denoting their rank as his child.

"Hi," they chirped, closing the door behind them and they dropped into an unnecessary bow, which he quickly helped them up from. 

"I've told you a thousand times, you need not bow to me, my child," Ozai tried to seem annoyed, but his affection to them clearly showed through, as well as his relief at them being back.

His child nodded, "I know, but it seems disrespectful otherwise. I came here to thank you for letting me go out today - I had a lot of fun,"

Ozai didn't even bother to hide his smile at his child's excitement and joy

"And I know you're worried about me being hurt, so I'm extremely thankful and grateful for you letting me go out, especially without a procession too. I really appreciate it."

He was about to respond when his child did the unthinkable.

They leaned forward and wrapped their arms around him in a small hug.

Ozai was momentarily stunned.

His child didn't like to give hugs often, and they often needed to be bargained for, so them willingly giving him a hug was so shocking that he froze for a brief moment, before he wrapped his own arms around his child and held them tightly, relishing in his child's willing affection as the two of them stood there for a while.

"Thank you, Father." his new child whispered, though not quiet enough that he couldn't hear it.

His child had never called him "Father" before, and this stunned him briefly again before he felt something strange in his chest.

Ozai's heart swelled with so much affection, he'd never felt this much love or affection towards anyone in his entire life, and while it was strange, he wasn't complaining. If this was the result of his child's love and affection, then so be it.

"Of course, my child," he murmured, holding them tighter and dropping a kiss to their forehead, "you deserve the world."

OK so I'm the OP of that other smol piece where Ozai is thinking about his bby and Iroh is trying to say "hello" to them, but Reader is like "mmmm no" and Ozai is like "lmfao they're not gonna hug u they're shy af". So this is later on - I wrote it so yanfam Firebenders have to bargain with Reader for affection and Reader is being in their best behaviour for Ozai so they're a little more receptive to his affection and To get on his good side so they're allowed to do things without an escort etc etc. And this is the first time reader called Ozai "father" bc they're buttering him up af cuz they're gonna yeet themselves outta here and be rescued by others (Idk who lol) and yeah So just some Ozai thoughts on his bby

[libraryofloveletters]

Grey Sky Silhouette

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Post-prison Spencer (some of y’all don't like it), brief mention of murder, some kisses

Category: Angst/ lil bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: I saw this picture and idk inspiration struck so here we are

italics are flashbacks 

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Grey clouds blocked out the sun, the curtains in the bedroom pulled shut. Rolling to his side of the bed, there was an empty spot, a spot where he should be.��

The sun was gone and so was your sunshine, your sweet love, your best friend, someone you hadn’t seen in months simply because he didn’t want to see you. 

You weren't ready to face the fact that you could have lost him over something he didn't do. Guilt hit you and you pushed the feeling away, you were ready to see him but he wasn't ready to see you. 

“Who are you here to see ?” 

“Spencer Reid” 

The officer took your ID and scanned the list for your name. “Sorry, you’re not on here” 

“What ?” you had heard him but you were still confused. “What do you mean I‘m not there ? I'm his partner” 

“Sometimes the inmates take people off their list” 

The officer looked behind you at the forming line. “Please move, figure this out somewhere else. There are people waiting” 

Looking over your shoulder, there were a few people behind you. An older couple, a woman and a small child, and a man at the end of the line. You stepped away from the counter, fishing your phone out of your pocket. 

Waiting for the phone to ring, her voice filled your ear. “Hello ?” she answered, “JJ?” she knew something was off from the way you called out to her. 

“Are you there?” she asked softly. 

“Why aren’t I on the list ?” 

“He doesn't want to see you” 

“I don't care. I deserve to see him.” 

JJ sighed, there were a few moments of silence before she spoke up again. “I’ll talk to him when I go tomorrow. I promise” she reassured you. “Thanks” was all you mumbled before hanging up the phone. 

The floor was cold, all the warmth seemed to leave the apartment with him. It was constantly dark and cold, nothing you did changed that. The frame on the nightstand caught your eyes, a picture of the two of you in the hospital after one of his multiple work injuries. He sat on the hospital bed and you were standing beside him. His head rested on your side with your arm over his shoulder. 

The frame strung a nerve clearly, it’s just that you didn't notice until you felt the tear roll down your face. Flipping the frame downwards so you couldn't see the picture, you went ahead with your routine. 

Get up, sulk, get ready, work, come home to an empty apartment. 

Over and over and over again. 

Your heart hurt every time you thought of Spencer, you couldn't help it. It hurt that he didn’t want to see you even though you wanted to see him. You just had to move on, move on from the pain but not from him. 

You could never move on from him. 

The phone rang, Penelope’s name flashed across the screen. She had been checking up on you a lot more after she heard about the list fiasco, they all had. 

“Hi Penelope” you cleared your throat, you could feel her happiness through the phone. “My angel y/n! how are you today ?” she asked sweetly, you couldn't help but smile. “I’m okay for now, how are you ?” 

“I’m good! I have to go right now but I'll come by for dinner tonight!” Something felt off to you. It wasn't abnormal for Penelope to stop by or even spend the night with you but she seemed cheery, unusually cheery today. 

“Sounds like a plan, is everything okay ?” 

“Oh yeah, I'm fine sugar” it sounded like something clicked on her end or unlocked. “I have to go, I love you!” she said before hanging up. The sound of an automated voice came from her end, announcing something you didn’t catch before she hung up. 

“I love you” the words rung in your head, except it wasn’t Penelope’s voice you were hearing, it was Spencer’s. 

The sand squished under your feet as you walked down the shoreline with Spencer. His face had a scowl on it as he looked down at your feet. “What’s wrong Spence ?” you asked him, noticing the expression on his face. 

“Does that not bother you ?” he questioned, his eyes still on your sand-covered feet.

“The sand ?” you asked, he nodded. 

“Did you know that sand is usually made of silica?” he looked over at you,

“I didn't, do tell me more doctor” you smiled at the man. 

“It's actually silicon dioxide, which is a compound that makes up most of the earth's crust. It also makes up mineral quartz and has many uses like making ceramics, concrete and countertops” his eyes shifted back down at the sand, kicking some with his shoe

“I love your facts Dr. Reid” 

“And I love you” he blurted out. 

Your mouth opened slightly, letting out a small “oh” 

“I didn-” “I love you too Spencer” 

The same feeling of hurt returned. He filled your thoughts 24/7, his voice, his face, his smile, his hands, everything made you think about him. You pushed the feelings away once again and got ready for work. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, his mug sat on the counter, right where he left it three months ago. Of course you had dumped the stale coffee and washed it, but you returned it to that exact spot. You cleaned and returned it to that spot. 

That was the last thing he left laying around before he got arrested. You couldn't bring yourself to move it. 

Sighing, the kitchen was empty, there was nothing to eat. Giving up on your sad apartment, you headed out for the day.

-- 

Penelope stood in front of the green barred door, her heel tapped against the concrete as she waited for them. Only two of them were allowed in and although she worked for the FBI, she didn't have clearance like Luke and JJ did. 

The officer pulled the door open and Spencer walked through, JJ and Luke not far behind him. Penelope's arms opened and he made his way over to her, pulling her into a long awaited hug. 

“I missed you so much” she whispered to him, her arms wrapped around her friend. “I missed you too” he held her for a few moments longer before letting go. 

The four of them headed to the SUV, Penelope filling Spencer in on everything he missed the last three months. “Sergio is good, he’s at my apartment right now.” she told him while showing him pictures. 

Spencer smiled at her, he appreciated everything they had done for him while he was in there, but his mind kept drifting back to the one person he had yet to see. 

“They came to see you Spence” JJ said to him, there was a feeling of tightness in his stomach. 

“I don't- I can’t let them see me like this” Spencer’s head hung low, he couldn't look at JJ. He knew what she was going to say but he couldn't bear to hear it. 

“Why?” she asked, “y/n called and said that their name wasn’t on the list. Why’d you take it off?” 

Spencer looked up at her. They both knew why he had taken your name off, he never wanted you to see him like this. He could barely bring himself to say your name right now. 

He met you after a low point in his life, you were his saving grace. Letting you see him like this was the last thing he ever wanted. As he went to answer JJ, the alarm went off. JJ promised to be back the next day to talk to him. 

Spencer looked over the window as Luke drove down the road. Penelope’s touch brought him back from his thoughts. “They’re okay. I spoke to y/n this morning” 

“Do they know ?” Spencer asked her, his eyes still fixated on the road. Penelope shook her head. “They should be at work right now. Do you want to go home or go back to the BAU?” 

“Home” Spencer whispered. 

The word felt foreign. Home was somewhere he dreamt of while he was in prison, never did he think he'd be able to see his home again, to see you again. The drive was quiet, the song of the rain hitting the vehicle was all he heard. 

Spencer stood outside the apartment building, Penelope stood beside him. She pulled out a bunch of keys from her purse and handed them to him, “do you want me to come up with you ?” Spencer shook his head. “Thank you” he hugged her once more, he walked towards the door looking back at his friends once more before heading inside. 

The walk up was quiet, it was the middle of the day. He bumped into his neighbour who was about to take his dog out on a walk. He asked Spencer where he had been the last few months, Spencer just told him he was away on a work assignment. 

The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. The scent of your perfume and coffee filled his senses. That was a smell he’d never get tired of. He looked around, taking in the space. Although it was his place, he had gotten used to a 6x6 cell and this would take some readjustment. He slipped off his shoes and walked across the floor, his feet padded across the hardwood floor rather than the sound of clicking on concrete he had gotten used too. 

Spencer’s head peered into the kitchen, there was a pot of coffee on the counter. His hand pressed against the side of the pot, it was cold but he didn’t mind. He opened the cupboard to look for his mug but it wasn't there, he looked down to see it on the counter, the sight of the mug brought a smile to his face. 

“Do you have to go ?” you asked him, your knees curled up to your chest as you sat on the chair by the table. 

“Yes I do, you know I do” Spencer smiled at you, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“What am I going to do while you’re gone? maybe I'll adopt a puppy to keep me company” you tease him, he rolled his eyes. 

This was the first time since you had moved in that Spencer was leaving you at home by yourself for a case. “Read a book my darling, but no puppies in here” he set his mug down on the counter before making his way over to you.

He leaned down slightly, his hands cupping your face. Smiling up at him, Spencer leaned down and placed a small kiss against your lips. Your hands reached up his face, holding him close to you as he began to step away. 

“Mhm no” you mumbled against his lips, getting up as he moved back from the chair. The two of you were still holding each other and you were still kissing but you didn’t want to let go. 

“It’s only 3 days” he mumbled, his lips on yours still. 

“Spencer” you whined, he moved back towards the door and you followed him. Your arms rested over his shoulder and his hands were on your waist. “I love you” he kissed you once more, 

“I love you too” 

Returning to the living room with the mug in his hand, he made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains open in an attempt to let some light in but was met with grey, cloudy skies instead. Spencer never minded the clouds, he wasn't a big fan of the sun nor the cold, but the rain was perfect. This was his favourite type of weather, it was not cold out but it wasn't hot either, there was a warm breeze out. Everything came to a stand still when it was like this. 

-- 

The grocery bags dragged up the stairs as you fumbled through your pocket for the keys. The sound of the record player coming from the apartment, you stopped in front of the door. Taking a moment to assess your options before opening the door. 

Best case, you had turned it on this morning and forgot to take the pin off the vinyl. Worst case, someone broke into the apartment and is waiting to kill you. 

What did you have to lose ?

The lock clicked as you turned the key, you pushed the door open and pulled the bags in with you. All the lights were off, the record player had a vinyl on it and there was a person standing by the window. The person had their back to you, they looked like a silhouette in the dull light coming from the window. 

Stepping further into the apartment, you could see the person a bit better. They wore a white shirt and grey slacks. They had a head full of brown curls, the same brown curls your love has. 

But, it couldn't be him. Could it ?

“Spencer ?” you called out, a few feet away from the person by the window. They turned towards you. 

“Spencer.” you let a breath of relief, Spencer smiled at you. “Miss me ?” he asked, you shook your head. “Always.” you smiled, Spencer gave you a small smile. He picked up the bags you left by the door and walked to the kitchen, you followed him. He began putting away the groceries, “I got it” you took the cereal box from him, “it’s okay. Can I please ?” he looked at you, you handed the box back to him. 

You watched as he put them away. “I’m gonna change, I'll be back” you let him in the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. The frame was faced down, you lifted it and put it back in its place. You changed and headed back, you needed to talk to him. 

“Spence?” you sat on the couch, he made his way over and sat beside you. “Can we talk ?” you asked, he nodded. “We can do whatever you want” he said, you sighed. 

“Why didn’t you let me come see you ? I know it was hard at first but Spencer, seriously ? I love you, I wanted to be- I should have been there for you.” You let out your feelings, you both knew this conversation was coming. It didn't matter if he got out yesterday or 20 years from now, it was going to happen. 

“I couldn’t let you see me like that y/n.”

“Like what?” 

“Rock bottom. You never need to see me like that, you understand ?” Spencer reached out and rested his hands on yours, you held his. 

“Spencer, that’s why I'm here, to help you. Rock bottom or not, I’m always gonna be here because I want to be, you understand ?” putting the emphasis on the last two words. Spencer just nodded. 

Spencer leaned into the side of the couch, you could see the sleepiness on his face. You opened your arms, he leaned forward and made himself comfortable on you. He sat between your legs, his head resting on your chest, his back against you. Spencer let out a hum as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sorry” he mumbled. 

You leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “It's okay baby. You're home and that’s all that matters.”

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