#if u want to talk details.... i'm about to go to bed soon but i am Open And Available.......

[multi-lefaiye]

hi hi :3c no pressure of course but I can offer my oc Kai for Experimenting On maybe?? if the mood strikes?? (also we could do a lil trade or something if you want, I love ur ocs to bits n I'm in an artsy mood hehe)

I have a few refs of some pretty old now art of mine n the closest thing to a faceclaim I have is this one pic from when I was messing round on artbreeder :P

(I have never attached images to an ask before lmao I hope I don't make anything explode)

they are Tall and freckly and smiley... hair is wavy and dyed dark red, I draw it a bunch of different lengths and styles, sometimes a short bobcut, sometimes a bun, sometimes a ponytail, so tbh just go wild and do whatever hahaha

anyway, ye... I present They to you as an option for art shenanigans c:

OHHHH YES YES YES I LOVE KAI SO MUCH,,,, thank you for this opportunity omgg I would love to try and draw them!!!! :3c

I will do my best and see how they look in this vague semi-realism thing I'm trying to develop :3c

(also i would love to do a trade so much omgg,,, i love doing trades with people and your art is always such a treat <33)

Also I just want to note. That drawing of Kai holding a cat even tho they're allergic. That's me. I'm allergic to cats but I love them and want to hold them <3 (not deathly allergic though asdfjkl; I just get sniffly if I'm around em too long)

[kazuyummy]

😈 DAIYA NO ACE - ACCIDENTAL TURN-ONS

yuki tetsuya 💋 miyuki kazuya 💋 sanada shunpei 💋 isashiki jun 💋 kuramochi yoichi 💋 chris takigawa yu

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y u k i 💜 t e t s u y a ; hairpulling

you often look for tetsuya after sunday practice to give him the upcoming week's training schedule

as the meijin university boys' baseball team student physical trainer for the past two years, you help with their exercise regiment and work with the dietitian and coaches to deliver meal plans and practice schedules as well

it's not like you have to hand-deliver these things... but seeing Tetsuya is always a bonus (and it gives you a chance to go into detail - that's the excuse you use)

kuramochi, your best friend who had also decided to attend his high school coach's alma mater, is just so kind to interrupt and ask you to run through his schedule

"hold up, mochi - after i finish talking to tetsu"

"he can wait! i'm going on a date soon, so i'm in a rush!"

you snort, turning to tetsu to see where you left off on the page and telling mochi to wait his turn

mochi, the stubborn, unrelenting bastard, gives a short but firm tug to your ponytail

out of pure instinct, you bite your lip, eyes rolling back into your head with the tiniest of groans

mochi doesn't notice since he's behind you and still rambling on - thank goodness or he'd be howling, never letting you hear the end of it

but tetsuya certainly doesn't fail to catch it, visions of taking you from behind and pulling your hair fill his mind

he can see you ass-up on his bed, back arching and mouth babbling as he rams you with his cock, pussy gushing

he wonders if you like being spanked and choked too. would you call him sweetly by his name? or by daddy instead?

you blush heavily but continue talking, trying to play things off like nothing happened

but he's no longer paying attention, instead starting to brainstorm ways to get you to his for a personal training session with this newfound knowledge...

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m i y u k i 💜 k a z u y a ; flexibility

kazuya walking into your apartment is not an uncommon occurrence, but today, he's earlier than usual - which means he sees you doing a yoga morning routine that you'll inevitably give up on in a week or two

still, you're surprised at how flexible you are and how energized and focused it makes you - so maybe you'll stick with it for a bit

miyuki's heart isn't prepared to see your ass in those tight pants, or the way your boobs push out of the elastic, seamless sports bra

he's just thankful (or not) that your top isn't loose, otherwise he would perish on the spot at seeing any bit of underboob

with pants that fitted, you're either wearing the smallest thong known to man or nothing at all

he's imagining manhandling you in so many positions - to see just how far you can stretch for him, the burn in your muscles nothing compared to the heat you'd feel as he fills you up to the brim

what if he railed you standing, a leg hooked over his shoulder to spread you open as you beg for him to wreck you despite struggling to stay in this position?

he wants to rip those pants down the seam, eating you out then fucking the lights out of you

you could try sitting on his face in the splits to give him full access to your little pussy while he holds your thighs down

you switch to the downward dog pose, ass in the air toward him and ask in the sweetest voice if he wants to join you

he takes back his earlier statement - maybe he is about to die on the spot after all

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i s a s h i k i 💜 j u n ; finger sucking

studying in the library with jun is never a peaceful affair and you don't know why you agree to it every time - maybe because of your small little crush on your close friend that you continue to squash down

he interrupts your thoughts - "hey, what'd you get for number seven?"

jun pokes the side of your head - of course, he has his annoying moments too

"i told you i'm only doing even-numbered problems right now, idiot."

he doesn't ease up, continuing to poke, so it's time for retaliation. you whip your head around and prepare to bite

at that moment, something strange happens in your mind - you realize that he was poking you with his finger, not a pencil. and you don't want to hurt him with your bite, but you're already turning around, so - you... kind of just end up taking his fingers into your mouth

neither of you reacts right away. he's managed to get his long finger all the way in, hitting the back of your throat... with no gag reflex

his feels his digit rest on your tongue until you move it to flutter around him, the inside of your cheeks like velvet

"wh-what the fuck?"

his fingers come out with a pop and a little drool on the side of your cheek, which you wipe away

"would you rather i have bitten your finger? you'd be cryin', y'know?"

he stares, speechless and processing what happened. your mouth had felt so good, so soft around him. he'd be in heaven if you sucked him off like that, pretty eyes staring up at him while he paints your face white

"we wouldn't have had this problem if you stopped annoying me," you shrug

but when you pull out a lollipop from your bag, unwrapping it and swirling your tongue around, he suddenly remembers he's got something very important to do

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s a n a d a 💜 s h u n p e i ; thigh crushing

sanada's flirting is often affectionate, so it doesn't phase you when he sits on the floor of the couch in front of you, leaning his head back between your legs and looking up at you

you roll your eyes with a smile but continue watching your friends play mario kart on the screen

when it's your turn and the controller is handed to you, he becomes such a little demon

he turns to your knee and does that thing where he tickles you by putting his fingers in the centre of your knee and spreading them outward at the same time

"shunpei!" you scold him, "stop that!"

"or what?" he'll raise an eyebrow playfully

"or... or i'll accidentally kick you, idiot" you save face in your response, but your red cheeks show otherwise - you're a sucker for that little smirk of his

he doesn't let up, though, giving your calf a flick, tickling your bare leg with the texture of his hair from where he's sitting - you name it

"shunpei, if you don't stop, i will crush your head between my thighs."

you lightly pressing on the sides of his head with them, which finally gets him a bit quieter

but that's because he's now imagining eating you out, thighs trying to close him in as he pulls them apart, lapping at your folds as you beg him to keep going

he'd give you orgasm after orgasm, sticky sweet voice crooning for you to give him one more, and another after that, and another...

he wants you so fucked out that by the time he sheathes himself inside you, you're putty in his hands and just a little fucktoy for him

in fact, he's tempted to pepper kisses across your inner thighs, the only mercy from him coming from the fact that you're not alone in the room

"i wouldn't mind if i died like that, sweetheart"

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k u r a m o c h i 💜 y o i c h i ; neck kiss

being close friends with yoichi, it was easy to flirt in small doses with each other to deny your feelings by saying, "that's just what friends do", others saying you acted like a married couple

one day, you're saying goodbye and going for a kiss on his cheek when you both miscalculate - as you lean forward, he's already leaning away, and you end up moving too far forward, kissing his neck

you're a bit tangled in him, and whisper-giggle a "sorry!" in his ear, sending shivers down his spine

you chuckle nervously as you pull back, "i felt like a vampire doing that!"

he lets out an airy laugh, but he's rock hard right now

you've given each other plenty of friend-kisses on the cheek or forehead, but that spot just awakened something in him

he wants to feel your lips all over his skin, plush but feathery, whispering dirty, dirty things to him with your hands running up and down his body

how would those lips feel sucking his cock? how would they feel marking his neck when he drives into you, filling you with his load?

now he wants to fill your skin with love bites, tasting every inch of you and making your pupils dilate with hunger and lust

when he jokingly does it back and you let out a mewl, he knows his heart's in trouble. there's no way he can look at you the same again

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c h r i s 💜 t a k i g a w a 💜 y u ; straddling

chris isn't always one for parties, but he doesn't mind coming out to a few to socialize as long as his friends are there

(and someone may have let it slip to him that you'd be there)

he's seated on one of the loveseats when you find him after a couple drinks each

he's getting up to hug you but someone trying to get through the crowd pushes you forward and you fall onto him, luckily with no more cup in hand

you land safely, however, your legs are straddling his hips as he looks up at your breathless form

chris, as always, is smooth in an awkward moment like this

"hey, I don't mind. not too many seats around anyway."

you giggle, gaining some bravery from him as well,

"okay, but don't complain to me if your legs go numb!"

you turn around on his lap so you're in a far less suggestive position, but he can't stop imagining you riding him

he'd want to hold your hips as you bounce up and down, your tits following suit hypnotizingly as you scream his name

he'd let you do all the work sometimes, moving to your feet and crouching on him so he can watch himself push past your puffy folds and the way you grip him as he comes back out again

but you sitting the other way now? cockwarming wouldn't be a bad idea either. having you spread your legs and his fingers in a v opening your folds, showing everyone how filled you are with him - the thought is thrilling

for now, he's content with his fantasies, but looks like he'll ask you to swing by his place later...

this is a bit of a tribute to my upcoming miyuki fic (and you'll see why when it comes out lmao) but i'm in love w the idea of accidentally getting someone flustered like this and (sometimes) not knowing what you do to them, hehe. <3

[asterrrific]

How I think SVT would react if you were having a nightmare. (Hyung line)

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S.Coups

- would be startled

- "Oh no... y/n, hey, wake up love, you're having a bad dream."

- Will gently shake you awake

- "Hey, it's okay, I'm here, I got you..."

- Will pull you close and stroke your hair and console and assure you that everything will be alright.

- Will lull you back to sleep by giving you lots of head kisses.

- Never ending "don't worry love, I'm here, you can go back to sleep."

Jeonghan

- Would actually be chill about it

- He'd wake up when you start stirring in your sleep, but he just sits there to observe your reactions first.

- Will only move when he's sure that you're not gonna wake up anytime soon.

- "Hey bunbun, wake up. You're having a bad dream again."

- Will caress your back as he tries to wake you

- "It's okay, it's just a bad dream. It won't harm you..."

- Will help you sit up and encourage you to talk about it. The next thing you know, he's cracking up jokes and nonsense to get your mind off the bad dream.

Joshua

- Will wake with a jolt when he feels you keep stirring in your sleep.

- "Oh no, I think it's another nightmare..."

- Will hold your one hand with his, and caress your cheek with the other as he tries to wake you up.

- "Baby, please wake up, you're having another bad dream..." in the softest freaking voice ever

- Will lean in to kiss you on the cheek and whisper the same thing closer to your ear

- "Hi... you were having a bad dream." as an intro when u finally wake up. His face is just inches away from you.

- All traces of the nightmare you had just vanishes the moment your eyes focus on him smiling at you softly in the dark.

Jun

- Will silently get up when he feels you being restless.

- Will silently tap your shoulders to wake you up.

- "Baby, wake up please. You're having another nightmare..."

- Will let you speak on your own first after you wake before he could ask further questions.

- "Maybe you were just tired today. It's just a dream, my love. I'm here."

- Will open his arms for you to crash into and fall back to sleep in.

- Will whisper sweet nothings as he starts to caress your hair, making you fall back to sleep.

Hoshi

- Yes, he will wake up with horangi hands at the ready in case he needs to claw at someone.

- "Oh, it's y/n... oh wait, it's y/n!"

- Feels your forehead for your temperature, then gets even more worried when you still don't bother waking up after that touch.

- "Honey, hey, hey, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

- Let's out a huge dramatic sigh of relief when you finally wake up huffing and puffing.

- "Who do I need to fight? Were they chasing you? Don't worry honeycakes, I'm here for you now."

- You stare at him and wonder how his unseriousness could really solve your worries most of the time.

Wonwoo

- Isn't even asleep yet because he's still in game but the moment you start stirring, his eyes dart towards you.

- Immediately leaves his game to kneel beside your shared bed. He reaches out to cup your cheek with one hand as he holds your one hand with the other.

- "Hey, hey, y/n... wake up my love, you're having another bad dream." While he gently squeezes your hand

- Let's out a sigh of relief the moment you come to your senses, then he proceeds to cup your face with both hands as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

- "What's it about this time?" He asks as soon as he breaks off the kiss, his hands still on your cheeks, his eyes filled with nothing but love and concern.

- Listens intently as you tell your story. His hands reach out for yours this time, squeezing them gently every time you share a scary detail.

- "My poor baby had to go through that... don't worry love, I'm here now. Will you move a bit then, so I can sleep with you now? Do you want to cuddle? I'll ward the bad dreams off..."

Woozi

- chill about it 22

- Will actually zone out for a bit while you continue stirring in your sleep

- Will come back to his senses when you start to sob so he panics

- "Oh shit, no, no... hey, babe, wake up. I'm here, I'm here..."

- Will pull you closer to him the moment you open your eyes. His hand rub soothing circles on your back.

- "It's just a bad dream, babe. You're okay. I'm here. You'll be okay."

- Will hum your favorite songs as he continues rubbing circles on your back, as you find yourself drifting back to sleep.

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Eyo~

It's been a while since i last wrote something here🥹

Here's a little something for my comeback stunt. I'll post the remaining members soons🫡

As always, thanks for your continuous support to my past works. Again, if you have requests, you can just tell meee~

Thank youuuu night nighttt

[willsimpforanyone]

For some reason I now have a desire for angst, so could you do a Jason grace x male or GN reader

Where Jason has just started to become too busy with quests and being a praetor(?) To camp Jupiter, and the reader just keeps trying to have a conversation with him until the reader just stops and accepts that Jason might not talk with them anymore.

(Note: only if you want to do this)

i can totally do that, sorry you've had to wait so long for your angst!

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I buried my face in Jason's neck. "Hey, I've missed you."

His arms wrapped around my shoulders, breathing deeply. "I've missed you too, baby."

Jason had been gone on a quest for almost a month, with no way to communicate with anyone other than the other people on the quest. I'd missed him so much it hurt.

There was a cough from behind us. Chiron stood, a little awkwardly. "Beg your pardon, but Jason is needed to debrief about the quest in the house."

I nodded, and reluctantly let go of my boyfriend. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

He kissed my cheek. "As soon as I'm done." He walked away with Chiron. Well, that's okay, I've spent weeks without him, what's an hour or so more?

It was six hours later and well past the time I should have been asleep before Jason found me looking into the campfire in the amphitheatre. He looked exhausted and I didn't look much better.

He sat next to me, and I wrapped an arm over his shoulders. "They kept you for a long time, huh?"

Nodding, Jason leant against me. "Yeah, they wanted to know every detail." He paused, but didn't say anything else.

I kept my eyes on the fire. "Anything else?"

He sighed. "Um, yeah, I have to go back to Camp Jupiter tomorrow."

I shifted to look at him, eyes wide. "Tomorrow? You've just come back, can't they give you a break?"

Jason gave a small, tired laugh. "Nope, I'm a Praetor, I kind of have to help run the whole camp." He already looked like he had lists and chores to do running in his head.

"But-" I tried not to feel selfish. "-but I've just got you back, it's not fair."

Jason shrugged. "You could come with me."

I considered it carefully. I could spend time with my boyfriend, get to experience Camp Jupiter, it would be cool. But I was the oldest in my cabin- the second oldest was thirteen, the youngest was six.

"I can't leave my cabin, Jas, you know that, I can't leave them the way so many of their parents left them."

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Jason stood, and offered a hand. "We have tonight, though, you want to sleep in my bed?"

My heart jumped and I grinned. "Absolutely."

The next morning I woke up alone in the Zeus cabin. There was a note on the bedside table- 'had 2 go, love u - J'. Something cold settled in my stomach; there were several issues with the note, namely that he didn't wake me up to say goodbye.

I brushed off the feeling and shuffled to my own cabin to shower and get ready for the day. At breakfast, I wandered up to Chiron. "Sir? Can I ask you something?"

"You need not call me sir, dear boy, but yes." He turned his full attention on me.

I swallowed. "Um, did you ask Jason to go to Camp Jupiter early this morning?"

Chiron frowned. "No, I did not. Perhaps Reyna requested his presence, perhaps he decided they needed him more than we do."

That cold feeling grew stronger. "O-okay, thank you." I walked away, worried and slightly sick. Why would Jason leave so soon of his own volition? He'd just come back to me, he said he missed me. Did he?

In a slight panic, I pushed that thought away as soon as it came. Of course he missed me, he loves me, Reyna must be in trouble, something really important must've come up, he wouldn't leave me so soon otherwise.

It was a week before I saw Jason again. He came for a visit on official Camp business but I was happy to see him anyway. Or I was, until he greeted me with a quick kiss on the cheek and was swept away to discuss something or other. I was left behind. I felt silly, standing still and watching him walk away, lip quivering as I tried not to cry.

There was a tug on my jeans.

"Why are you sad?" Robert, my youngest brother, looked up at me with as much concern as a six-year-old can manage. I sniffed and put on a smile, lifting him into my arms.

"I'm sad because I miss someone, that's all."

Robert held onto my sweater with one hand and tried his best to wipe away a traitorous tear that had slipped down my cheek. "Why?"

I sighed. "Because I love him very much, and I haven't seen him in a long time." Robert nodded sagely as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. "Do you miss anyone, hm?"

Robert nodded. "I miss my big brother a lot."

"Yeah? Which one?"

He pointed at my nose. "You. Daisy says you are sad a lot and that's why you are asleep a lot."

More tears escaped my eyes. "You miss me, huh? I'm sorry, buddy, I'll try and be a better big brother, okay?"

"Okay. Can we go get a snack?"

"Sure, we can go get a snack."

I'd clearly been letting my feelings overwhelm me; Daisy was thirteen, she didn't need to worry about me as well as learning to live in this new world. I pushed Jason to the back of my mind for now, I had to look after my family.

It was another few weeks and conversations with my friends before I saw Jason again. He gave me a halfhearted smile and gestured to the house, as if to say 'what can I do? I have to go'.

I rolled my eyes and stepped in front of him. "No, you're going to talk to me, now."

Jason frowned. "I have to go debrief from a quest, babe, I have responsibilities." Babe? Really?

"No, we're going to have this conversation now, and then you're free to do whatever you want." That sounded final enough to me.

Jason shifted on his feet, glancing over at the Big House. "You sure it can't wait? I really have to go."

Fine. "You want it short and sweet, huh? Fine, can do." I crossed my arms, swallowing around the lump in my throat. "I'm breaking up with you."

Eyes wide, Jason looked like he'd been smacked in the face.

"W-what? You're breaking up with me? Why?" He sounded so surprised, like he hadn't been neglecting me for months now.

I stood strong, resisting the urge to smooth away his creased forehead and take everything back. I'd talked to my friends about this, I'd prayed to my godly parent, I'd thought long and hard about this decision, I couldn't let him sway me so easily.

"Because in the last 3 months, I've seen you three times, and only one of those times has been for longer than five minutes, Jas." I dug my nails into my palms, I was not going to cry. "It's been like I don't have a boyfriend, and I've been so upset about it that Robert said he missed me even though he sees me every day!"

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, you could have come with me to Camp Jupiter."

"Oh, fuck you." I hissed. "I am at least four years older than anyone else in my cabin, I have a responsibility to them, I can't leave them just because the only way my boyfriend will talk to me is if I follow him around like a puppy!"

Jason opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "No, I don't want to hear your defence. I've been so wrapped up in feeling like you don't care about me that I forgot to care about me. We're done, Jason, we're done."

Without giving him a chance, I turned on my heel and walked away, tears welling up and stinging like acid in my eyes. I didn't look back, didn't hear him calling for me, prayed to all the gods that my cabin was empty. I shut the door behind me and slid down it, landing hard on the floor.

My prayer wasn't answered, my siblings were inside and watching something on my laptop. Daisy looked round, looking worried as I hastily wiped the tears off my cheeks. "You okay?" Robert wiggled his way out of the cuddle pile and over to where I sat.

"You're still sad."

I gave him a watery smile. "Yeah, but I won't been soon, okay?"

Robert cocked his head to one side. "Why?"

I hefted him into my lap, sending a comforting smile to Daisy and the rest.

"I won't miss him anymore."

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thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

[jasonsmirrorball]

the jason dad post 😵‍💫❤️‍🩹 you said that’s not nearly as many things as you want to say, i’m coming to you as an AVID dad!jason lover, please pretty please spill literally any and everything you have to say about that topic (if you’re up to it ofc) i’ve got the worst dad!jason brainrot he’s killing meeeeee

cw: pregnancy, children

thank u for indulging me and i am so sorry this is about to be soo incoherent because i'm so all over the place.

i think that if you have an overbearing family (who probably mean well but just don't understand that sometimes you need a bit of space) he is so your guy. he knows about families who are SO nosy like on a fucked up level. his brother probably has a whole profile on you. overbearing aunties are a breeze.

they throw you guys a baby shower and if you start crying in the car because you feel overwhelmed he's rounding the driveway to help you calm down. wipes your tears and asks you what you wanna do in his steadiest voice and you know he's going to back you up no matter what. has a hand on your back the entire time if you decide to go in and coordinates all communication with the seriousness of like his high level stakeouts.

uhhh uhhh i think jason and dick's relationship grows stronger as a result of this. like. that's his older brother. and he tells him because this is special and precious part of his life and he says it very solemnly and awkwardly when they meet up, and tries not to show how important it is to him that dick is part of it. tries not to show his brother that he feels this deeply about him being part of it. but he's still his younger brother and he's still gonna look up to him and want his approval. and dick is so. over the moon.

i think each of the family contribute in their own way but. i like to imagine damian, curious and a little awkward, helping to paint the nursery. he drops in randomly after school and the first time is a little sudden and you're not expecting him but you can't turn him away. he sits in silence for a little and then offers his own stiff little congratulations even though he'd already told you back when you and jason had announced it in front of the family.

it's so endearing and you ask him if he wants to see the nursery and he follows you through the house to the room where you and jason have planned to decorate for the baby. the entire time he doesn't take his eyes off you just in case, like he's got to take care of you in jason's absence. takes the role of soon to be uncle sooo seriously. you ask him if he would consider painting you something for the nursery and i think he takes it SO seriously.

jason goes out and buys a notebook once he's processed the news that you're going to be parents. it might be that day, it might be a week later. but i think he's the kind of dad who writes letters as your baby grows up. 'today we found out we were going to have you..' type thing and it's just so. heartfelt. and human. i don't think he even knows if the baby will ever see these, but he details how scared he feels and you can just read how much love he has already for you and the baby. he's a boy trying to do his best.

this is once again me projecting but. imagine the baby books. i love the idea of the nursery and picking out the books you're going to fill the shelf with. and as the baby grows you add more and more. fairytales and science and fiction and fantasy etc etc. jason reads to you when you can't sleep during the pregnancy

you fall asleep in the nursery one night, the both of you, and maybe a few years later, you unknowingly recreate it when the baby/small person has a nightmare and you and jason end up squished together on the bed with your world between the both of you. a tiny hand on your cheek and the other on their dad's shirt.

i was talking about this with keke (eurydizzy) beloved but i think the baby picks up on jason always calling you baby or a pet name and starts calling everyone that. they're tucked in his arms after a visit to uncle dick's and their little hand is smacking against their mouth in a clumsy blown kiss and you hear a tiny voice say 'bye baby!' to dick. (you guys end up staying another hour)

jason buys a camera and ends up documenting almost everything he can but. so do you. there are home videos on home videos on home videos. that's your world, why wouldn't you want to preserve it!!

another thing keke and i were talking about was the inner child wounds you guys would inadvertently heal. it makes me so emotional. you guys aren't perfect but. by god that baby is so loved. never once ignored, never dismissed. you treat them so seriously, and listen to everything they have to say.

anyway i am so emotional and have severe baby fever. i saw a mother and her baby on the bus the other day and almost started crying because they were so cute

[sungbeam]

prompt 56: (can we stay a little longer?) with either jaemin, wooyoung, or beomgyu, I will be happy for one of those three, so pick whoever you think is better!! It shall be comfort and friends to lovers? Like maybe something happens to the reader and they go to one of those three for comfort and confess and its sweet and lovely and all of that jazz? i don't know how relationships or going into relationships work, but that's what I'm thinking. if you need more details, ask, i can try to be more specific! this just popped up in my head as soon as i saw your event. thank you!! (also, you're an amazing writer and i love your fics <3)

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲

jung wooyoung x gn!reader

1k words, angst/comfort elements, fluff if u squint, confession au, f2l

a/n: tysm for ur request !!! i don't think i was able to execute the comfort elements quite as well 😅 it did end up a little angsty sorry, but i hope u enjoy nonetheless :))

The high toned doorbell sounded through the apartment, and Jung Wooyoung stumbled through his living room, heels of his palms digging into his eyes to wake him up. After texting you about your apparent "date" or whatever today, he had fallen back into bed to hopefully sleep the disappointment and bitterness gnawing at his chest. 

He peered through the peephole. He wasn't exactly expecting someone today, but he nearly flung the door clear off its hinges when he saw you standing on the other side. Well, standing was an understatement. Really, you were trembling like a leaf in the wind, drenched from head to toe in rain, your phone clutched so tightly in one hand that your knuckles were white. 

"Oh my fucking—Yn, honey, what—" he stammered, hustling you in through his front door, then kicking it shut behind him. 

You sniffled, teeth chattering. "Sorry," you rasped out, voice hoarse. You cleared it as he pushed you into his bathroom and yanked the shower curtain back. "My phone wasn't working."

"You don't need to say sorry to me, darling," he told you. The shower stream gushed open, and soon the bathroom was filled with hot, comforting steam. Wooyoung could hardly hear anything besides the blood pounding in his ears and the water running behind the curtain. He held you by the shoulders, gently prying your phone from your hand. "Hey, you're okay. Why don't you hop in the shower and get nice and warm for me, hm? Sound good to you?"

You nodded, afraid that if you opened your mouth again, it wouldn't be words. 

Wooyoung nodded slowly back at you. He backed out of the bathroom, wondering if he should sit in there to talk to you while you showered. He chewed his bottom lip—no, you needed that time alone. He could speak with you all he wanted afterward. 

Once the door was shut, he exhaled roughly, raking a hand through his hair. He examined your drowned phone with a frown, then dumped it into a bag of rice. Yeosang had once told him it worked, so it wouldn't hurt to try. Maybe if it didn't turn on, he could combine funds with you to get you a temporary one…

He collapsed onto the couch, wondering one too many things about what could have gone wrong on your date, and just who he needed to have a … talk with. 

"...Woo?"

His head whipped up at the sound of your voice, small and meek. Your head poked out from the bathroom door, hair dripping wet, but it seemed you had a towel wrapped around yourself. "Hm?"

"Can you—could you get me some clothes please?" 

Oh, idiot. Wooyoung squeaked that he would go get you something, then bolted into his room. You actually kept a few articles of clothing over at his place in case you ever slept over. He rummaged through your side of his drawers and withdrew a crewneck and a pair of sweatpants, plus some undergarments for you. He hoped you didn't notice the way his cheeks burned as he handed them off to you. 

When you were finally finished, you crawled onto the couch next to Wooyoung, curling into his side. Your damp hair was cold against his neck, but he sighed in a sort of happiness that only you could gift him. 

He gently rubbed your back and lowered the volume of the TV show he was watching earlier. "Are you okay?" He asked you softly to test the waters. 

He felt you nod. "M'better now." 

"That's… that's good," he sighed. Wooyoung drew the quilt over both of your laps, and you moved your legs to lie over his thighs. His eyes shuddered closed— "Do you wanna talk about it? Did they hurt you?"

Because he swore to God if they even touched a hair on your head.

"I got stood up." You played with a loose thread on the quilt. "The restaurant kicked me out after waiting for an hour. It started raining." And that was that. You weren't feeling good about yourself, understandably. Everything had gone wrong today and you wondered what you had done to deserve this sort of day. You'd thought this would be a nice step out of your comfort zone, but… 

You snuggled into Wooyoung's warm embrace. Your comfort zone was right here, and it felt way too good to leave. Maybe you shouldn't have left it in the first place. 

"Yn, I'm so sorry, honey," Wooyoung murmured to you. He didn't quite know what to say. Maybe something like he could treat you better. "You deserve so much better. I wish—" I wish it was me who you were seeing. 

He cleared his throat. "Are you warm? I can get another blanket—"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you, Woo."

Could you feel the racing of his heart? It was gonna burst out of his chest any second now and expose him. 

"Can I be honest with you?" You suddenly asked. When he prompted you to continue, you mustered up your confidence. "I like you a lot more than my dates."

Wooyoung let out a nervous giggle. "Well, I mean, I'd hope you like me more than your stupid dates, as your best friend—"

You flicked his arm with a pout and he laughed. "No, weirdo! You know what I mean."

He swallowed, looking over at you. There was this kind of vulnerability that shone in his eyes. "I just need you to be forward with me, Yn. I don't want to get my hopes up."

"That I love you?"

He blinked. "What?"

"That I'm in love with you," you repeated. Suddenly bashful, you smooshed your face against his bicep, bringing the blanket up to your chin. 

Wooyoung cooed, and his hand gently drew your face out from its hiding place so he could touch his forehead to yours, his nose kissing the tip of yours. "Don't hide from me, okay? I love you, too—so much." 

You smiled at him, and he grinned back, the kind of thing that was wide and boyish and beautiful. You lowered your head to rest right above his heart as Wooyoung adjusted the blanket again to engulf you both in warmth. "Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

His heart galloped in your ear, and you felt his head rest over yours. "Yeah," he hummed, "we can stay like this for however long you'd like."

a/n: don't forget to rb, comment, etc if u liked it!! :3

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[aquagirl1978]

Joy and peace upon the word fellow writer!

I come to you with this request:

Ikeprince mc is cannonically a virgin. But once its time to do the deed she's always so ready to shoot to gun if you get what i mean.

What do you think would be the princes reactions to an MC who starts shaking or showing sign of fear or hesitation during there first time. Would they stop? Try to reassure her?

I'm specially curious about chevalier since he's my fav so i would love it if u could go into a bit more detail for him! Love u ! Have a great day.

Ah! and feel free to ignore my request if u dislike it or it does not inspire you.

Thank you for this request @yukina-otome - I am so sorry it took me this long to get to (I blame summer for stealing all my time).

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - HOW THE PRINCES REACT TO AN INEXPERIENCED BELLE (CHEVALIER, CLAVIS, NOKTO, JIN)

Chevalier Michel

Chevalier stopped as soon as he saw your face change. Always able to detect each and every change in your emotions by reading even the smallest of changes in your facial expressions, Chevalier noticed immediately when hesitation marred your beautiful features.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, his movements inside you stopping.

Your fingers dug into your shoulders, your voice hitching as you spoke. "Nothing's wrong," you reassured.

Chevalier scoffed. "You are such a fool to forget I can read your every thought."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

He reached down and roughly stroked your cheek.

"You can talk to me." His voice was soft and gentle. Comforting.

"If it hurt..."

You shook your head. "It didn't hurt that much."

He grinned at you, the whites of his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. You looked at him curiously, and soon found yourself flipped on top on him.

His lips met yours in a quick kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

"Perhaps if you had more control, it would feel better."

Realizing what he was suggesting, you smiled back at him before kissing him, your bodies slowly aligning again.

Clavis Lelouch

He noticed as soon as you started trembling. How couldn't he, when his gaze was so intent on you, during this, your first intimate moment?

He slowed his pace, without pulling out, and looked down at you with such tenderness.

"It's okay to be nervous your first time," he said softly. "It's my first time, too."

You sighed, allowing your breath to flow out slowly.

"Just... hold me?" you asked tentatively. "Just for a little bit. I still want to..." Your voice trailed off, unable to say what you wanted.

But Clavis knew exactly what you wanted, and how best to care for you.

He wrapped you gently in his arms and kissed you. Soft. Sweet.

It was all the reassurance you could want from your lover.

Once your nerves were calmed, and any stress soothed away, your lover laid you back down in the bed where he made sweet love to you.

Nokto Klein

Nokto knew he was far more experienced than you and that this was your first time.

Which is precisely why he took extra special care, pampering you, lavishing you with you, and making sure you were ready for this next step.

But when he saw your face crinkle, grimacing in pain, he stopped in his tracks.

He caressed your cheek before speaking. "Are you okay?"

You buried your face in his shoulder, unsure of how to answer.

"Is it supposed to...hurt?"

Nokto nodded. "It can. It's your first time so that's normal."

When your face was still buried against him, he continued. "We can stop if you want." he offered.

"No..." You removed your head from his chest and looked him in the eye. "I want this. I love you, Nokto."

He dipped his head to yours and kissed you gently, his body pressing against yours until he felt you rock against his.

Jin Grandet

Jin couldn't lie to himself; he was a bit concerned about this being your first time.

Not only did he want this moment to be extra special, but he was also worried that given his size, it could possibly end up being somewhat uncomfortable for you.

He started off slow, caressing your every curve as he carefully prepared you.

He wanted this night to be all about you and make sure you were comfortable before his body joined yours.

But then he saw a tear roll down your cheek.

He lifted his hand, gently wiping it away.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"I... It feels so full, it - "

Jin cut you off, smirking. "Babe, I'm not even all the way in."

Your eyes flashed wide open; Jin tried not to laugh at your response.

"I know you can handle me. Soon it will feel so good, I promise. I'll just go slower, ok?"

You clung to his shoulders, preparing yourself for the promised pleasure to come.

[yellowcry]

Gluing the broken glass

Sometimes even under the perfect facade would spread cracks, no matter how hard you try to cover them. Mirabel didn't hestitate to fix them. After all, it's her job to heal what's broken, isn't it?

Chapter 1: Nothing in this world could ever bring them down

Yes, it's another au. This time power swap. All the gifts were determined by a spinning wheel

Mirabel sighed harshly, outstretching a little in her bed, then gasped as the sound of an alarm clock on her nightstand pierced through the giant magical room. Somewhere inside, the teenager wanted nothing more than to roll over to her side and get ten more minutes of slumber.

But when you had a job to do, you couldn't just stay in your room. Besides, today wasn't just any normal day. It was Antonio's fifth birthday, his gift ceremony, the most important day when he would become a real Madrigal. So Mirabel had a lot of preparations to do, except for her daily cooking routine.

She quickly put on her teal dress before heading to the kitchen. As Mirabel expected, she was the first to wake up, just as usual. In her fifteen, most of the cooking in the house was her responsibility. But Mirabel was happy to help anyway, so it worked good for everyone. Besides, somewhere deep inside, Mirabel felt somehow responsible for the status of her side of the family. After all, one of her sisters didn't have a gift at all, while the other one had a relatively useless one. So Mirabel needed to make up for that and work as hard as she could.

Soon, the rest of the family started to rattle, going out of their rooms. From the kitchen, Mirabel could hear their heavy footsteps, the moving furniture, and creaking doors. Mirabel nodded to herself as she turned on the stove and started to brew the coffee. Years of this kitchen job had made her really good at time management.

So, just as Casita poured coffee into cups, the door to the kitchen slammed open, and Tia Pepa stormed inside, clearly mad without her morning drink, just like it was on any other day. The next second, she took a sip, Pepa looked up with a smug expression.

"I was the first!" She yelled into the air.

Luisa, who had been standing in the doorway already, rolled her eyes. "No need to yell like that; I'm right here," she muttered under her breath, getting inside for her coffee as well. But Luisa's location didn't really mean anything at all if she could hear everyone regardless of their location. Mirabel was half sure that her sister and aunt had some silent competition of who could consume more caffeine per day.

The young girl hid her chuckle as she made another arepa, the animals who were sneaking around weren't able to hide from her sight. And she was honestly used to Camilo's mischiefs. Or his desperate love for some tasty food. Mom would come too soon, asking if Mirabel's tired, much to her annoyance. Mirabel might be the youngest out of her sisters, but there's enough strength in her body. Tia Pepa could retire.

The breakfast was rushing as everyone tried to hold their excitement over the birthday boy. Already five. Mirabel still remembered his birth as if it were yesterday. And now he was so big... Antonio was a really sweet child, a bit shy; he didn't talk much, but overall, he was a good kid. He was somehow close with Mirabel, probably because she often had to stay at home, cooking for the village. And Antonio didn't love to go outside, worried about how everyone would react to him. Mirabel didn't mind her baby cousin; he never interrupted her or tried to get into the cooking himself.

Abuela and Isabela both sat at the head of the table, on the opposite sides. Mirabel's elder sister was really like their grandma's copy in any aspect. Strict, confident, meticulous to the smallest details, pretty good leader. There was a reason why everyone called Isabela 'Alma Junior'. The lack of gift only made them more equivalent.

"How many of us are here today?" Abuela asked, looking at Luisa.

The young woman tilted her head for a moment. "Tío Bruno doesn't seem to come." She reported, but it wasn't anything strange. Honestly, Mirabel couldn't remember the last time she actually saw her uncle, despite the fact that they lived in the same house. "Yep, he's asleep," Luisa added quietly, taking her seat next to Mirabel.

Mirabel sighed with a smile. It was another day of their lives. Maybe a bit hectic, but wasn't it a normal thing in the Madrigal household?

And, just for the better, a group of kids surrounded Mirabel on her way to work, fishing out anything Mirabel could tell them, asking about the family. Madrigals may be the most popular people in here, but there were still a lot of them. And everyone had to do their job.

"Who is who?" Alejandra desperately clinged to Mirabel's arm. Juancho, who had been drinking another cup of coffee, looked around, trembling all over. "I can't remember all the gifts!"

Mirabel chuckled a little, standing next to her counter in the middle of the street. Kids were gathering around, interested in learning about Madrigal's genealogy. And teenager had zero problems with satisfying them.

The first to arrive was a young man, holding a box with supplies for Mirabel. As he put the next to her, in a split second he changed to her mom, making some kids gasp in surprise.

"Oh, thanks, mama!" Mirabel smiled but let out an awkward, displeased groan as Julieta reached to give her a big kiss on her cheek. "Ah, please!" Mirabel then looked at the niños; most of them weren't really shocked by this sudden change of appearance, tho a bunch tilted their heads, looking questioningly. "This is my mom, Julieta!" Mirabel announced with a proud grin. "Her gift is shapeshifting! She can be anyone you need!"

"Ah, mija, me alabas." She reached to ruffle her youngest daughter's hair. "Do you need help with something else?"

Mirabel shook her head, "No, I'm ready for the day."

Her mom nodded. "Okay, call me if you need anything. Te amo!" Soon, she vanished into the crowd, taking care of the other thing somebody needed help with.

Somewhere nearby, the flowers were blooming. Cecilia inhaled in excitement, looking at how beautiful plants were spreading on the roofs. enlacing the balconies in bright colors. As the crowd parted a little, Mitabel saw her older cousin Dolores gracefully bowing to somebody before creating a beautiful ramo for the young engaged couple.

"This is Dolores, my older cousin." Mirabel explained, waving her hands in the direction of the young woman. 

"She's so pretty!"

The youngest Madrigal woman chuckled, not really having any way to argue with it. Dolores was really a princess from a fairytale. "She can create many flowers. And they seem to get even prettier with just her being around."

While Mirabel was looking at the silhouette dissapearing in the lane, she almost missed a couple of nasuas, who were trying to secretly fetch some arepas for their owner.

"Shh." She waved her hand, trying to send the sneaky animals away. "Go tell Camilo that he could just pay a visit himself if he was hungry." 

Pumped Juancho starled. "Oh, that's the mischievous one, right?"

Mirabel chuckled, nodding. "Ah, yes. Camilo is the biggest prankster in the whole Encanto. And his animals are just like he is." She shook her head slightly in disapproval. Sometimes she felt that Camilo was a bit immature for his age. But again, wouldn't it be boring if everyone was serious all the time?

"STEP AWAY-"

The kids around gasped in shock from the yelling nearby. And even some adults in the queue winced from surprise as the gingerheaded woman walked around, carrying a few wagons without a single muscle twitching.

"This is my Tia Pepa." Mirabel explained, pointing at her aunt. "She's super strong." She bent, whispering to the children. "Believe me, you wouldn't want to make her angry." Pepa had always been quick to rage. And Mirabel healed enough idiots who tried to ask her Tia for some ridiculous and pointless tasks to understand that she could be really dangerous if she wanted to. 

"Wait?" Alejandra turned to Mirabel in a stunner. "I thought that super strong is Lui.." The girl hesitated, trying to remember the name.

"Luisa."

Even Mirabel jumped in terror at a sudden voice. "Gosh, Luisa, you're going to give me a heart attack one day." She leaned against the stall.

Luisa chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry..." She scratched the back of her head while Mirabel took a deep breath and introduced her to the kids.

"This is my older sister, Luisa." Mirabel could honestly understand why some kids thought that she was the strong one. Luisa was extremely tall, towering over anyone in the village, and incredibly muscular. "She may not be able to lift the whole building, but her hearing is essentially great."

Alejandra looked at the young woman in awe. "But your muscles are so big!"

"Oh, yes!" Luisa smiled proudly, placing her palms on her sides. "I always loved working out. The sound of blood running in my veins during the exercises helps me to focus."

Before another nieto came to ask something, Luisa winced in surprise, then groaned sligtly. "Papa..."

Mirabel sighed harshly. "Oh, he got stung by bees, didn't he?" She reached out to give a lenhona to Luisa before the latter ran away to help their negligent father. And just as somebody asked about his gift, Mirabel began to explain that Papa was married in the family, so he, as well as Tio Felix, doesn't have a gift on his own.

"But isn't he not the only uncle?" 

Mirabel sighed, serving the last of her clients. "Well, yes... There's also Tio Bruno. But he doesn't socialize that much." Mirabel threw her hands into the air for a dramatic effect. "He's able to subdue the weather." Of course, it wasn't true, but it sounded cooler than the fact that he didn't actually control the weather.

Finally, just when Mirabel finished aiding the villagers, her eldest sister came to her as well. "Abuela said that it's time to get ready for the celebration." 

"Oh, that's Alma two!" One of the boys gasped.

"Isabela." The mentioned lady corrected him, pretending not to be insulted.

[nightswithkookmin]

Can we talk about JK selfie that he posted recently. It reminded of the similar selfies he use to post and somehow i felt the same emotion. Was it for JM? Is JM going to Qatar to support his baby? I dont want to be too hopefull but i also want to be. What do u think is he going ?

I hope he doesn't, Qatar is a homophobic country

I'm very uncomfortable with the idea of Jungkook being there let alone Jikook going there. Let's start there. Do you know the Qatar government is setting up spies to arrest anyone suspected of being gay at the games? No rainbow flags are allowed, no gay ppl are allowed there.

In fact, I've been biting my nails- will continue to bite them till he leaves that hellscape safely and unscathed and you want me to support Jimin going there too? Bruh💀

I like to worry about one gay bangtan at a time. Thank you very much. If I had to worry about all of them at once my receding hairline will disappear entirely

Can't rally up rainbow🌈 support for him when he keeps openly endorsing anti gay regimes the mass of us are trying to boycott.

Somewhere last year in India, Pakistan, there were leaders who rallied up on streets to take down his posters and Billboard because they believed celebrating him amounted to promoting LGBTQ in their country.

In certain circles there are tons and tons of hostility towards him, him in particular, rooted in homophobia. I don't know if he is aware of this or just plain don't care. The absolute privilege of it all.

I really hope his security detail is tight out there and he leaves there as soon as he is done.

At some point bts would have to take a stand to openly support the LGBT community by declining offers and projects coming from openly homophobic companies. They ought to make their politics known and they ought to stand by their values and what they believe in.

You can't say you are against racism and then turn around and support an artist that is blatantly racist. You can't say love is love, same love and waltz full chestedly into Qatar. Don't care how much they paying you.

I'm here for him. But I'm out the minute his part is over. Fuck Qatar.

Jimin can support him from his living room like we are all doing. Get the largest TV screen possible, some super duper fast internet, beer and cheer 😊

These little updates ain't meant for us but let's go off

This is what I call a thirst trap please😭😭😭😌

I don't trust any closeup shot of his face especially if there's a bed or pillow in the frame for obvious reasons 😴

It's how Tae will be taking low angle photos as if he wants us on our knees infront of him- I can't

FREE ME BANGTAN SONYEONASTY MINDS😭😭😭

Yall nasty

[29daffodils]

so i saw this post of mine has 2 notes now (haha, lucky me) and thought i'd share whatever i could save from 10 years back, considering i probably won't be able to actually write this out anytime soon.

mind you, i was 16-17 when i wrote this, back in 2012-13 or so, now I'm almost 28 (in 2 months). my writing style has changed a lot but also not very much. I'm cringing a little while reading this too, but this was one of my better stuff from back then and kinda reflects my current style to a great extent.

also, heh, turns out you forget details with time. it's kyoya who's leaving for college and ryuuga stays behind because he wanted a career in music. anyway, here ya go.

needless to say, do not repost. i hope it won't happen. this is a child of mine i haven't been able to nurture. but. you can have it for now!

**

The two days after their trip and before Kyoya's departure, Ryuuga's head is constantly swimming in a sea of emotions, muscles wound tight, an oppressive air all around him, inside him, threatening to choke him to death.

Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Betrayal. Loss. Loneliness.

He lists off each one as he helps Kyoya pack, but can't decide which one of them he feels strongest.

When they are done — two heavy bags neatly arranged at the foot of the bed, Ryuuga turns to leave.

"You should stay" Kyoya says with a hopeful lilt in his voice, and that is when Ryuuga makes the lamest excuse of his life to get away from this boy he has loved since the first time he laid eyes on him.

"I've got a headache" he says, heading towards the door. "Gonna take a nap."

Kyoya does not look the least bit convinced and Ryuuga does not want to argue with him right now of all things possible because he knows how adamant Kyoya can be when he wants his way.

"But kaa-chan made dinner ——" Kyoya starts, moving towards him to make his point and ——

"I wanna take a goddamn nap, Kyoya! Can ya leave me alone for once?"

The room goes deathly silent then.

Kyoya stands beside his bed, hands balled up into fists, lips pressed together and jaws shut tight.

And while Ryuuga keeps looking at him, he hates himself just a little bit more.

He did not mean to burst out like this, but he's so angry right now; has been this way for so long, since the day he came to know that Kyoya got into Tokyo U.

That this will probably be it. Their end.

He wants to claw his eyes out, pull at his hairs until they are nothing but shreds of dead protein, because he is so so so goddamned scared right now and there is no one to talk to, definitely not Kyoya, and God knows that if he stays here one more minute, he'd go to Kyoya crawling on his knees and beg him to stay, to hold onto them instead of his dreams, to wait for a few more years so that they can leave this place together, so that ——

"Okay" Kyoya says, uncurling his fists, and so, instead of doing all this and more, Ryuuga takes that much needed step back, learns to let go before Kyoya pushes him away, because regardless of everything else, what does not change is the fact that he is twenty years old and a coward, scared of being wounded by love.

~

The headache he lies about comes to bite him in the ass.

By the time it's eleven, his head is pounding so hard he thinks that his eyes might just pop out from all that pressure.

The thought of Kyoya leaving is constantly bugging him and truth be told, he's fuckin' tired of it all now.

At 10.50, there is a knock on his bedroom door and he grumbles just loud enough to make himself heard, "Maa, I don't want dinner, I ——"

"I thought you needed a nap."

—— and that is definitely not his Maa's voice.

He sits up to look at Kyoya standing by the door.

"What're ya doing here?"

Ryuuga gets a raised eyebrow for that.

Kyoya walks up to him and places something on the study table.

"You forgot your watch" he says and just, stands there, watching him.

After a while, Ryuuga sighs loudly and says, "C'mere", opening his arms for Kyoya to slip in.

He kisses his forehead then, just a soft press of lips not meant to lead anywhere.

"Sorry I was a dick" Ryuuga mumbles, running a hand over Kyoya's stiff back.

"How's the headache?" Kyoya asks in return.

"Don't have one" he lies.

"Your eyes are bloodshot, Ryuuga."

Ryuuga takes a deep breath then and reminds himself exactly why he did not want to see Kyoya's face tonight anymore.

He knows, that even now, there is a huge possibility that if he asks, then Kyoya will stay, apply to some other college on the island or something.

But that is the problem, isn't it?

He does not want to squash Kyoya's dreams, in spite of everything that he wants.

So he draws back and says, "Go home now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyoya reaches towards him, stubborn, so stubborn, says, "You can talk to me."

But Ryuuga doesn't want this, not right now at least.

"There's nothing to talk about" he tells Kyoya, sternly this time so that it gets through his thick skull. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Promise."

Kyoya stands, tips his jaw up, defiant, strong-willed, and then presses a kiss to his forehead, hands him something from his pocket.

"Take them with some food" he says, "or you'll get gas."

Ryuuga's lips twitch up, fingers curling around the ibuprofen tablets, and this is another problem, isn't it? Kyoya jokes without meaning to, cares without showing, loves without asking and Ryuuga, he's going to... miss him so much.

"I love you" Kyoya says, before he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

~

[doodling-doodle]

Can we have more ABO?

I'm just curious

Will Rosalie be here? will she still be adopted or does Kyle carry her?

Also, mating bites. when do those happen?

First question, yes, Kyle would be the one to carry Rosalie if I were to add her in this

Second question, the mating bite happens the wedding night

And I feel like you do want some type of one-shot/drabble

So here!

Also, I changed Alex's scent from dandelion to pine

(Slight CW for foreplay/undressing, low detailed and short)

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Alex noticed how Kyle's scent had shifted slightly that morning. Smelling ever so slightly sweeter than normal, the maple syrup slightly stronger than the rose. But, Kyle seemed fine, so, he didn't say anything. Yet. Besides, they had training and meetings that day. Kyle wouldn't skip it for anything.

But now that the day was almost over, he was worried.

He knew Kyle would probably be done with training the recruits soon, then they had one more meeting. That was it.

He was there with Ghost and Soap, waiting for the others, talking about the new recruits when Alex tensed up slightly.

The scent of an Omega in heat, mixed with Kyle's sweet rose scent.

He could tell that Ghost and Soap smelled it too.

He looked over to the door as his husband walked in, rubbing in a pheromone blocker on his neck, straightening up when he saw all of them.

He watched as Kyle forced himself to look fine while walking over to the seat next to him. he pulled Kyle close to him as he sat down with their dog, Iris. She could at least help to make him feel a little safer with other Alpha's and Beta's around.

The meeting felt like it lasted forever, and Kyle kept getting weaker as Alex's scent got to him.

Price could tell that he wasn't okay. He got their part out of the way as soon as possible and sent them on their way. But it took an hour.

Alex immediately pulled him out of the room, marching them back to their room to drop off Iris before going to a soundproof room specifically for this reason.

Kyle whimpered with every step, and Alex kept whispering to him, saying it was going to be okay, that he would help him.

He got Kyle on the bed, and he was crying at this point.

"Please..." Kyle whispered, whimpering as Alex laid him down.

"I got you, darling, don't worry." He whispered, starting with his shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it off, running his hands up his sides. his skin was hot to the touch.

"When did you notice?" Alex asked, taking his boots off and starting to get his jeans off.

"U-Uh... this morning... I-I didn't want to miss anything, I just kept quiet..."

He sighed, "Your suffering now. You can't do this, it's not good for you, especially if I'm not around. Alpha's might see your mark, but they might not care, especially if they're in rut. It's dangerous."

"I-I've been wearing scent blocker..."

"Still... It's not safe. I just worry."

Kyle whimpered, crying out in pain as he moved.

"Shhh... It's okay." Alex whispered, starting to get his own shirt off.

"I got you, honey. It's okay."

...

Alex woke up with Kyle pressed against him, his soft breathing sounding beautiful from the contrast of the weak and labored breathing from last night.

He found himself gently running his hands up and down his husband's body. His beautiful and delicate face, his graceful curves. Perfect. Perfect in every way.

Kyle's eyes opened a few minutes later, and he smiled, cuddling closer in Alex's chest, "Morning, love."

"Morning, baby. How are you feeling?"

"Better... Thank you... for helping me."

He smiled, gently kissing Kyle's forehead, "Don't worry about it, my darling. Why don't you rest for the day? I'll go to the mess hall and get food, tell Price what's happening."

Kyle nodded, "Yeah... Just leave me with Iris, please."

"Okay." He got up, getting Kyle's clothes back on him and then his own before going to get Iris from their room.

He smiled as Kyle cuddled into the bed with Iris.

"I'll be back." Alex said, kissing Kyle's forehead before leaving to the mess hall, and texting Price.

"Kyle's in heat. I'm going to keep him in bed and make him rest for the day. If you need me, I'm with him."

"Rog. Just let me know if you need anything."

He just quickly got some food for them and went back to find Kyle cuddling with Iris. His heat normally lasted for a few days, only three or four. The others could survive without them for that time.

"Here you go, baby." Alex said, handing him a plate.

"Thank you, Alex." Kyle replied, smiling as he took the plate

"You eat that and rest." He gently kissed Kyle's forehead, laying next to him.

---

I'm going to play it safe and have the puppy's name be Iris for the sake of maybe adding baby Rose later

[ducknotinarow]

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine." ( rise!Leosagi. Clearly drunk Leo trying to get it u-u likehesneverseenitbefore xD I'd say I'm sorry but I'm really not :'3 )

| Muse interaction

Usagi just stood a little dumbfounded when Donatello showed up with Leonardo, A drunk Leonardo at that. Sure Usagi could smell the alcohol first before opening the door but seeing the source was from them that was a bit of a surprise. He was pretty sure Leo didn't drink after all? Arms quick to lift out when Donatello nearly enough threw his twin at the rabbit, stating they were trading for the night. Not wanting to deal with Leo well mumbling something about keeping Leo somewhere safe in the meantime. Safe? Safe from what? Usagi didn't get much chance to ask anything before they left leaving the hare with his boyfriend. Usagi slightly shifted his hold on them and looked at them. Recoiling from the smell hanging on the turtle.

"Hamato what trouble did you get yourself into now?" he asks, letting his nose twitch. The rabbit sighs but gives a bend in his knees so he can sweep Leos's legs up, to hang over his arms. Holding the turtle up off the ground, it was going to be easier to carry them. Leaning a little to sniff them again before recoiling once more, they had to have had a lot to be this far out of it, but it was so bad Usagi could nearly make out Leo's own scent. Sighing as he narrowed his eyes at the turtle fixing them with a look. "You're an idiot." He tells them sighing after "You are my idiot though so I'll still take care of you." turning around and heading further into his apartment with the turtle.

"I can't believe you though, I know you're a stupid idiot but did you truly not think through your actions here? Where did you even go to get drunk like this? did you know you were drinking? Why didn't you tell someone where you were? We're you alone in fact?" The rabbit started off on a bit of a rant quizzing the turtle as he just glared at them. He didn't get an answer, of course, all he knew was Leo was drunk ad unsure of the details. "You know I'm starting to think you just have very dumb luck at this point Hamato." The rabbit says huffing a bit. He was a little annoyed that Leo got himself into this mess in the first place. Not hearing to think of what could have happened to them if they didn't make it home first. "Next time you feel like drinking at least tell me I'll go with you in the least make sure you not drinking awful stuff and to keep your ass in line."

Quirking his lips as he soon drops the glare "Lecturing you right now dose nothing, I'll give you an ear full once your sober though. Oh and you best believe you're losing petting privileges for two whole days. For your stunt tonight." Though he'll have to remind them won't he? reaching his bed room he opts to leave the light off as he makes his way in, foot tapping the door to close it, out of habit. Before he went to set them on the bed, looking them over a moment as he went to undo the buckle on the blue sash that strapped their Odachi's to their back. "here lets get this off so you can at least lie down comfortably."

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine."

Usagi, paused a moment it didn't take much to know what they meant just now, face grew warm for a moment before the rabbit gritted his teeth.

"You haven't said a single thing but when you do it's that!?" he said it flatly before rolling his eyes. "I'm not trying to do that idiot, just trying to get your swords off so you can lie down comfortably idiot! oh and don't think sweet talking me will get you on my good side again Hamato" and the flame on his temper was lit again. Continuing to remove the belt, moving it off them along with their swords setting them down to off to the side of his bed. Before he went to climb on to the bed with them. "You'll be lucky to get any from me any time soon anyway." He scolded on yet despite the harsh tone he takes them by their shoulders and easily lies them down on the bed, making sure they are on their side. "I know I'm hard to resist but do try," he slightly smirks a bit to himself over that looking them over before his face falls flat again "and don't vomit on my bed." he goes on to warns.

Soon moving to lie down beside them, it might be stupid on his part but he still moves to set an arm on to their shell tugging them over leading their face to rest against his chest. Gently rubbing small circles over their shell. Just feeling over the hard texture, drawing random shapes along it lost in his own thought as he slightly lowers his head to help tuck the turtle in against himself, soft kiss planted to the top of their head. "I'll be nice for now I'll lecture you in the morning, lucky for you I know some good hang over remedies." a smile tugs on his lips now as he just holds them close to himself. "Maybe this isn't all that bad get you all to myself now right?"

[threenorth]

Today was pretty interesting...

If it wasn't obuis enough my hand eye cordnation isn't the best... So today for whatever reason it be, tom's girl wanted to meet some of his freinds but unfortunately she got called into work so it ended up being me in tom.

Tom bought something like 150 golf balls and out of the that I probably tried at least 50 misses or 100 go only hit at least 15 of them.

Then we went to the city to k road and he wanted to pick up a gift for her and we went to a 3d printing candle shop and he bought one of the busts of a lady who was top down naked but he didn't seem to care his freind got the business.

Then we went down for a walk to sweat shop both had a few drinks and just talked about next moves he's looking at goitup north if his freind gets funding for a bar looking to open.

I said I didn't know yet but I'll keep him posted.

Went home, had dinner and watched some world war 2 mini series ergh world on fire?

And then went to bed it's 1115 now I'll probably hopefully sleep soon...

Messages though let's see if anything sticks out..

Not perfect quite, but your also perfect to me... Even with all the voids of your mind your still beautiful to me no matter what you may think.

Move back would be nice, but I forgot today mom found a role in Queensland, and thought it should try apply and say you know what try me for a month and see what happens. But it depends on the accommodation pricing but we're see that anyway... I've applied for roles and people are like we don't want to interview me, not sure if it's experience or if they think cost it's not like I can move myself with my money I got but they sure as hell don't give me a chance it's really annoying... Especially with the whole we treat everyone equally statement's when they ask about disability but if you don't write it you can also easily be fired oh America....

It's okay to he scared of your feelings. And I'd always like to be back, but I don't know what's next for me let alone what your fully doing like cyber? Nursing? Possibly post graduate environment science... You also know where to find me so stop by anytime.

Your also the first person I want to talk to in the morning, and the last person I think about before I go to bed so I make these for you so when you wake up to can have a read even if most days now aren't much of anything.

Mom talked about possibly going to vist her freind in Denver but last time I brought up Colorado she said I told you it would be waste of time so if I'm lucky if she does want to see her freind it might be a little bit of drive and I'm not sure on details but I'll try keep you posted but who knows if I get a job state side or Australia I'll be coming back when I can depending on leave... And pay how much money I'm making vs spending on moving / how much I have ect...

I hate when you lie, but I guess I learnt alot... And if anything you still cause me to have emotions even if I don't know their names fully... But like I said I'll bounce back... I guess I'm just more unprotected when I'm talking to you...u masked or unwalled not sure the right terminology something like both?

Well time to go to bed.

Love ya.

Miss ya.

Xo

R

P.S

Pretty sure my weird dreams aren't stopping any time soon but hope to see you in them soon again.

[magicinaframe-part2]

A Caregiver

Bloggers, here, at Tumblr, will not be surprised when I say that I frequently 'free associate,' whenever I'm out and about in my part of New York City.

About a month ago, on a weekday, inside one of my usual places where I do business, an adult male customer's T-shirt got my attention. The T-shirt was colored black and, on the reverse side (the man's back), there were small white letters spelling out the following words: 'pain is weakness leaving the body.'

From talking to the customer, I learned that what I read on his T-shirt is a motto of the U. S. Marines.

As I continued with my daily chores, I thought about whether that motto might help someone who is being tortured. I made a mental note to read about Thomas Edward Lawrence who became world famous as Lawrence of Arabia. While helping the tribes loyal to the Saud family, Mr. Lawrence was captured and tortured by Turkish forces.

I'm guessing that individuals who practice yoga and meditation would say that a person can, in fact, train themselves to not be affected by torture; i.e., the pain inflicted would not become a reason for giving up one's loyalty to a particular cause in a war.

Now, it's nice to think about this, but I don't expect to be joining any armed forces, in the U.S., any time soon (I'm saying this to put myself in an optimistic frame of mind, because I don't want there to be a civil war in the U.S.).

On that fair weather weekday, I enjoyed thinking about the motto on the T-shirt and the subject of torture, when I was out and about. I thought about it, as I observed other New Yorkers going about their business. I did this for awhile. And then I reminded myself as to where I was: in a major international city, in a place where many people get shot, etc. And a new subject came to mind: fear, being frightened.

Every weekend, here, in New York City, a list of shootings is compiled. I am careful about where I travel to and when I travel.

Do people in New York City try to find movies that frighten them? I don't.

Every now and then, I find a movie that presents violent situations and actions that, clearly, are meant to shock the viewer, to frighten anyone watching. When I find such a movie, I decide that I have to describe the plot for a potential piece at this blog. The movie that I watched the other day is an example of what I'm talking about.

As with other movies that I have described, here, at Tumblr, the way that this one is scripted and directed presents numerous details of the central character's personality. These details, plus information about where the plot plays out, combine in a way that is troubling and unsettling...

An emaciated looking woman named Marian, approximately 35 years old, works as a Nurse in an unnamed hospital somewhere in the Netherlands. The floor of the hospital that Marian works on has patients who all seem to be terminally ill. As such, it follows that, in any given work week, one of the patients on that floor might die.

One of the first scenes of this movie presents Marian and another Nurse tending to a patient who has just been pronounced dead. The audience watches the procedures involved in preparing the patient for transportation, presumably to a morgue.

In the same scene, Marian surreptitiously takes a small pencil that the patient had kept in a table's drawer, next to his bed, and puts it in her pocket.

It takes a while for the viewer to get his or her bearings regarding what exactly is going on. Marian seems to be dealing with some traumatic event from her past that has affected her so deeply that, even on the job, she does not seem to be 'all there.' She goes to work, does her work, goes home, but something is missing...something that is never explained.

About half-way in the movie, something happens that knocks Marian for a loop. It's actually two something's. She witnesses an absolutely horrific crime that takes place in an area adjacent to her building. She, then, learns that she has been observed witnessing the horrific event by another of the building's tenants -- an individual who bothered her in an earlier scene.

Are there any law enforcement characters in this movie? There are none.

The core concept of the script is paranoia. People are so cut off and separate from one another that daily life takes on the quality of a continuous nightmare.

The name of the movie is CODE BLUE (2011), with a running time of 81 minutes, that did not play in theaters in the U.S.

I'm being deliberately sketchy about the details regarding Marian's personality and where the plot plays out. It's a truly frightening movie, one that I do not recommend to people who I do not know. It's available on DVD with English subtitles and, presumably, is available at a screening service.

-- Drew Simels

[yandere-daydreams]

i play this game where u clean alien/monster viscera and the corpses of their victims. ever since discovering ur blog i cant play this game the same anymore. imagine this, ur a normal space janitor hired to clean some horrible bloodbath and u see all the past coworkers sent there previously, all dead/half eaten. u continue the detail anyway cuz u need ur job, and also the dropship has already left so like... you can only pray to whatever god there is that maybe the monster lurking in the shadows/vents has left site. i mean, u can hear like garbled noises in the ambience but it's better to just put some loud music to keep urself company and hope for the best. idk i'm not confident with my writing so sry if this doesn't make sense haha..

tw - imprisonment, mentions of death/blood, reader isn't a great person, and generalized monster-fucking.

i really like the idea of a being forced/coerced into taking a job that involves looking after or taking care of some elusive, monstrous, possibly alien creature being kept in a dark, underground facility, usually empty save for you, a few scientists, and a hundred or so armed soldiers. maybe you're a criminal and you had to choose between this or another two decades spent on death row, or just someone with no other options and very, very bad luck - it doesn't really matter, not after you've been sent to the facility, not after you've been told what what role you're supposed to play and what's going to happen if you fail to preform. you have a job to do, and you're either going to be killed by the beast you're taking care or one of the trigger-happy men standing guard at every other door. you might as well try to make it as long as you can, even if you've been told not to expect more than a few weeks.

you try not to think about it, but it's hard. you don't have many distractions (you're not allowed to have any contact with the outside world, and aside from the well-worn novellas you can beg off the more empathetic members of staff and the yellowed newspapers that are delivered months behind schedule), and your duties take up most of your day. when you're not replacing tattered sheets and cleaning stains you're unwilling to identify off the cement walls, you're hauling buckets of (what you hope is) synthetic meat to its feeding den or observing it through one-way mirrors, jotting down notes that you've been told are given to the ethologist, but you would swear just get thrown away as soon as they leave your hands. not that you're very interested in their research. if anything, it's hard not to feel bad for that scarred, skittering tangle of limbs and eyes and teeth. it's just as trapped as you are, just as bored, just as scared. sometimes, you think it's looking as you through the one-way glass, trying to communicate as it taps patterns into the concrete or clicks its many, many legs against one another, but you've been told that it isn't intelligent. you've been told not to listen if it ever tries to tell you anything.

you think you hear it sometimes, at night. it's supposed to be monitored around the clock, but a lot of things are supposed to happen here - a lot of things that, for whatever reason, just don't. you've definitely seen it, needle-point fangs peaking in through vent grates, its silhouette pressed against the far wall of your room after it thinks you've gone to sleep. it could hurt you, tear you apart before you even had the chance to scream, but it doesn't seem to want to, doesn't seem to plan to, for now, at least. you can't say the same for the soldiers it must come across when it slips out at night. you have to clean up their bodies, too, not that there's much of a body left by the time they're discovered. the higher-ups have been talking about reinforcements, about heightened security, but all their locks and alarms and security cameras only ever seem to make the problem worse, only seem to make their monster more eager to slip out and into your bed, more determined to find some unlucky guard to disembowel, or behead, or leave so bruised and bloodied and shredded, it'd be impossibly to try and guess how they might've been killed.

you could say something if you wanted to, and you know you should, but that wouldn't make anything better, would it? you know you're not going to be transferred, let alone let go, and you don't want to die. not so quickly, at least. not like that.

you don't want to die, and if this monster - if your monster wants to keep you alive for a few days longer than its competition would, then so be it.

[moonlitmeeks]

being friends with the marauders whilst dating remus lupin !

type; headcanons

warnings; v brief food mentions

request; hey! how you doing?? i was wondering if you could do some platonic headcanons of the marauders and maybe the love interest is remus, have a good day! love your work<3 - anon

a/n; hi! i’m good thank u - i hope you are too!! id love to omg,, have the best day!! thank u sm that means the world <3 i hope you like these! i'm testing out a new format and i like how much more detailed it makes these?

the marauders were famous for two things

- the insane amounts of chaos that they brought to the corridors of hogwarts

- and the undeniable strength of their friendship

so in becoming their friends, you knew you wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon

- you were part of their little group, a gathering of five whom brought endless excitement and laughter

- it's literally never a dull day in their company

i feel like i really need to talk about the sorting ceremony, as it's kind of the only event you really need to sit within your houses

- if you're in gryffindor? brilliant. spectacular. you'd sit with them every year and try to guess which house each first year is sorted into.

- peter is scarily good at guessing, he claims he can sense people's vibes before he meets them

- if you aren't in gryffindor, it's not a problem. they'd sneak you onto their table, donned in one of their spare robes and tie so you blend in more

- if anyone was to bring it up, they'd just pretend they had no idea what the other person was talking about

- and if minnie just so happened to miss you wedged between remus and peter? well, then it is what it is.

- other times though, like meals or study sessions, you're always seated with each other

classes together goes just as well as you'd expect

- you've since been banned from partnering with sirius in potions, him having caused one too many explosions for slughorn's liking whenever the two of you were together

- getting told off for talking is just a daily occurrence

- but you and remus have mastered the perfect note passing technique. it's totally foolproof, you haven't been caught once.

- (this comes in handy when you later start dating and want to pass cute love letters back and forth)

you're always welcome in their dorm room, either for a minute or the whole night

- james would be the one frantically cleaning away their mess whilst sirius teased him, because "y/n already knows what we're like, prongs, stop trying to impress them"

- anyways. on the occasions that you would spend the night there, there was the problem of where you would sleep

- there was no way they'd let you sleep on the ground but also. they aren't really about to give up their beds any time soon. so the solution? share a bed of course!

- the first time this happened, you were put with remus, who didn't seem too phased by it

- wrong. this boy was sweating buckets at the thought of you being so close to him in such an intimate and domestic setting

- you'd gone to bed with a pillow barrier, backs turned to one another. but, when you'd woken up, you found the pillows tossed onto the floor and an arm wrapped around your middle

- the other three never let you hear the end of it

though, maybe it was for the best as, sure enough, in your fourth year, you and remus start going out!

- sirius does moan on about dating inside of the group, but he doesn't mean any of it. he just likes to be dramatic. secretly he's your number one fan.

- of course, james is ecstatic. we all know what he's like.

- peter is just so happy for you both, bless him

now, let's focus a little more on dating remus for a bit

- god, he's such a sweet boyfriend

- a lot of your nights end with you two curled up on a couch in the common room before the fire, one of you with your head on the other's chest whispering to one another

- this man has an abundance of jumpers. so go ahead and steal a few, he doesn't care. in fact, he loves it. so so much.

- you help him out as much as you can with his lycanthropy; not only on the actual full moon in your animagus form, but whenever he needs it. if his joints are aching, he has particularly bad injuries, migraines, anything. if you can help out, you will.

- he loves pressing kisses to your nose. that's it.

the dynamic of your group never changes though

- you still all sit together at breakfast, the only difference being remus's arm is now slung over your shoulder as you argue with james about stealing your slice of toast

- pranks are still pulled constantly, no change there. remus will just ensure you never get caught as much as he can. he'll hide you from a teacher's sight if he can. though, this did lead to filch asking him to "stop hiding y/n y/l/n, mr lupin"

- and you, remus, peter and sirius still sit in the stands at far too early in the morning to watch james's quidditch practice

the amount of teasing does increase ten fold, but honestly, you had to have expected that

- peter jokes you two are now the parents of their group, even though you're just as, if not more, irresponsible as they are

- sirius will walk in on you two simply cuddling and claim you need to 'get a room!'

- any time james is teased for his crush on lily, he'll always find a way to make a joke about you and remus, and how disgustingly in love you are

- it's never done out of malice though, obviously

dating remus lupin whilst being a part of the marauders is nice. it's chaotic and exciting, but also soft and sweet.

remus lupin my beloved <3 i rly hope you like this - i rly loved writing them!!!

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marauders era masterlist !