#legit thought they were gonna kiss for a second there

[uppoompat]

That three million won. You didn't mention it. I'll buy you a meal next time. A meal worth three million won.

EPISODE 9 'CURTAIN CALL' 디피 D.P. 2 (2023)

[kalims]

kiss your best friend | savanaclaw

kiss your best friend and see how they react!

parts. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

characters. leona, ruggie, jack.

includes. gn reader who can be seen as either yuu or another alternative universe.

cw. kissing? mutual pining, crack.

note. my life is legit depressing and I'm still out here posting 🤞

leona kingscholar

is immediately awake when he feels the peck on his lips, and the accompanied lingering scent he can't seem to forget. did you think he was asleep?

holds this above your head for the longest time. oh prefect.. how could you kiss someone who couldn't have been aware of what you've done? it would've been messy if he was actually asleep and never witnessed this.

if you try to run away out of embarrassment he's not gonna let you, by the way. you gotta own up to your actions, no point in being a coward..

huffs silently at the audacity but his ears are obviously twitching in delight. as if to further non-verbally tell you that he's secretly happy you're not sure that even he is aware of the tail tangling around your limb.

does not let go, ever.

"remember when you kissed me when I was 'asleep'?'" "stop."

ruggie bucchi

torn between being mortified and confused.

mortified because his best friend kissed him, and confused because his best friend kissed him. honestly his feelings are 100% understandable because I'd be a ruggie too if this happened to be.

looks way too cheeky for someone who considers himself to be 'torn between mortified'. plus.. he laughed so you can't label him in that kind of spectrum.

to be honest only his close family actually had kissed him but it was only on the cheek so you bet he's a little.. curious? it was practically only a half second thing but he can't tell why he's feeling hungry again.. didn't be just eat a while ago?

"ahh... can you do that again? gotta make sure to rub it in leona's face."

"ruggie what."

"what? it's only a few times I get to have something he doesn't."

jack howl

never skipped leg day.

wait that doesn't have any relation to the post.. anyways jack in comparison, is actually the most flustered and bewildered out of everyone here. kinda ironic since he's definitely the.. buffiest?

you'd expect him to be a little indifferent which only is shown in his expression. struggling to keep his face straight and slowly turning pink despite the flabbergasted look on his face.

for reference: (ㆆ_ㆆ)

"you do know we're best friends.. right?"

"I thought we were dating." you joke.

"... we are?"

you forever scarred him.. were you guys actually dating this whole time?

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Tumblr WILL NOT let me post the fic and this ask at the same time and I've tried legit five times. So THANK YOU anon for the request and I'm sorry for the weirdness in uploading. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this!

My Ghost.

Billy x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: You don't know what happened that night. Things were fine, life was good, then your partner is on the news for all sorts of shit you never would've thought him capable of the day prior. He was dead, he was evil, and you were trying to move on. But what's the proper etiquette when the dead show up on your door unannounced?

Tags: No use of Y/N, hurt/comfort, fake death, mentions of drinking, drug use/dealing, grieving, arguing, cursing, flashbacks, brief suggestive scenes, suicidal thoughts.

Other Works in This Series: 'Repentance' (Prequel to 'My Ghost') • 'Lapses' (Sequel to 'My Ghost')

Notes: The way I've been trying to upload this for two hours. Oh my fucking God. Anyways, everyone say thank you to anon for getting me to write something that doesn't make God cry.

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I'm not hard to please, but I'm not desperate despite what the rumors may say.

People enjoy gossip. People who don't know fuck all about you. And my standards are fine. Were fine. And I don't mean standards such as 'buys me flowers everyday' or 'doesn't deal coke.' I mean standards such as 'is a decent fucking person.'

"That's what I thought you were up until all of this fucking... disappearing for months!" I scream, anger fueling me. I don't let the other emotions win out, don't let them have a say. Because if I do, I'll be too conflicted and overwhelmed and then I'm gonna cry, and that's not fair.

People had warned me he was trouble. Terms such as 'wannabe cowboy,' 'rebel without a cause' were tossed around in warning. But to me, he was just Billy.

Then he was dead.

Now, he was here. He showed up at my door nine months after leaving me with a small little keychain on the kitchen table and a soft kiss on my forehead, saying he had some plans for that evening. But he'll be back soon.

Then he was on the news. And a gas station blew up. Gangs, stolen vehicles. He was probably dead. Things would be easier if he was dead.

Fine. Maybe I initially ignored warning signs. Maybe I was distracted by his handsome side profile, too busy admiring his nose to notice the occasions it was dusted with the trace of a fine powder. Maybe his hands were too beautiful for me to realize they were slipping money to men in dark jackets when we went out to the rougher parts of town. But he was mine and I was his, and overall he was a good person.

He was alive. He was alive and I was mad because if he was dead then at least it would be valid that for nine months I have had to deal with the accusatory stares of our neighbors assuming I knew, the pity from my loved ones, and the betrayel that kept me awake at night. It would mean he hadn't left me to deal with his repercussions, that maybe there was a valid excuse. An undiagnosed brain tumor that finally gave way to insanity, a gun to his head. Something that was not the worst case scenario of just... being an awful person. I could let his things rest around the house undisturbed, hiding from the world and waiting to find the courage to join him one day and living in denial in the meantime. What the fuck was all of this?

"I couldn't tell you," he keeps saying. "It was better if you knew nothing until I was sure I could come get you."

"Why didn't you just take me with you from the start?" I ask. I've been pacing the floor for the past twenty minutes ever since he showed up. It was better than throwing every breakable object in the cheap, worn down shack of a house at him, which was my second instinct. My first was to pull him into my arms, draw the curtains shut and hide him away so that he'll never leave again. Like an idiot.

He laughs bitterly. "You would not be asking that if you knew what the fuck I went through," he says. His words sound like they should be angry, but there's this lightness to them like he can't let himself think too much about it. It just makes me angrier.

"Don't fucking laugh!" I snap. "Do you think any of this is funny?"

"I think you're funny when you're mad," he deflects, smiling. "You got this whole routine. Pacing, nose twitching. I like the Shirley Temple stomps, like you're a kid."

I groan loudly, the noise almost sounding like a low scream in my throat.

"You owed money to fucking- who?" I yell.

"The details don't matter-"

"When I have been grieving your death for nine months, they fucking matter!" I snap. His brows furrow, his hands mid air as if to say 'the fuck did I do?'

"You know me, okay? I don't get caught," he says as though it were obvious.

"I know fucking nothing!" I practically scream.

When we met he was just a guy at a bar, handsome, wearing that same ridiculous jacket that I couldn't help but stroke the white fluff on, tequila running through my veins.

"Can I help you?" He asked, smirking.

"Just wanted to see what it felt like," I said.

"Wanna feel something else?" He asked, his chin resting on his head.

"Oh, fucking gross. Fuck o-"

"I was talking about this," he said, whipping out his keys to show off an odd, weirdly shaped keychain with short, stiff fuzz. "Don't call me a pervert just cause you're one."

He was smiling. It was an easy smile. Careless, happy with life. I loved that smile. It meant things were always alright as long as he was smiling.

He was smiling on the photo they used for the manhunt.

We'd danced the whole night. He didn't know hardly any of the songs, causing him to be off beat. I was too drunk to keep time, so I stepped on his leather boots enough times there was a visible scuff on the top of one by the end of the night. I always felt bad, offering to replace or help pay to fix it. He wouldn't let me.

"They're a keepsake," he'd insist. "A living memory." He wore them everyday.

He's wearing sneakers, today.

At the end of the night, I stumbled out of the bar with a note in my coat pocket. It took two weeks for me to wear that coat again, and when I found the slip I'd almost thrown it away, assuming it was something dumb. But when I saw the worst handwriting in the world displaying a number belonging to someone named 'Keychain Guy,' I almost couldn't wait to call.

"Bullshit," Billy snaps. "You know me better than anyone."

"Don't say that," I say, putting a hand out protectively to keep him away. "That's exactly why everyone thinks I was just fine with that whole- fucked up thing!"

A gas station burned. A stolen vehicle. People were dead. People were dead.

Billy was presumed dead.

There was no funeral. He had no family, and none of mine wanted to put money into something that would be protested by the whole town anyways. No body to bury, nothing to do but gather up his things and smoke what remained in his stash until people came to nurse me back to life. By that point there wasn't even relief in drugs. The taste simply reminded me of better times cooking in the kitchen as we blew the smoke into each others faces, or worse. Better. Whatever.

I never questioned when Billy went out of town. I knew his work had details I didn't want nor need to know. Money was tight. But Billy always came home with little things whenever he went on unexpected trips. Knick knacks, snacks, some item I'd seen at the store and picked up to make a comment about. Had he been particularly forthcoming about his dealing when we started dating? No. He said he worked for a local small business, which technically isn't untrue. But about six months in, he was the one who approached me and sat me down at the small, rickty round table to tell me the truth. And that's what mattered to me. The economy is shit and it's not like it was meth, so who am I to judge?

About a year into it, I was begging for him to do something else.

"I don't like you disappearing," I told him. "I'm scared one day you're gonna piss someone off and that'll be the end. Then what am I gonna do?"

"Then you're gonna make sure they don't fuck up my face during the embalming process for the funeral," Billy said around his hand rolled cigarette. I whip the small dish towel at him, making him laugh and protect his small ashtray that I made him for Christmas the year prior. It was shitty, uneven, and I'm 99% sure a fire hazard. But he wouldn't use any other ones unless I was the one who bought them for him, and even then he favored this one. 'When this place goes up in flames,' I thought, 'I'll regret that gift.'

I'd kept it by the kitchen window every day since he'd died. "Died." It was his spot.

He moves to sit there now, looking in his pockets for the small box of prerolled cigarettes.

"People know you weren't involved," he says dismissively.

"Your friends know. What about the old ladies at church? The checkout clerks at the store? How about the fucking mailman?" I shout, convinced I'm still talking to the dead. "You think they know the ins and outs of the local psychos support group?" I ask, gesturing and stepping closer.

I was the local outcast now. Not to be trusted, not worth kindness. Shame was my title, and when Billy appeared on my doorstep at an hour where only I was awake I was sure I'd caught the same awful disease that must have been what sent him spiraling that winter day. It wasn't until he pushed the door open fully, taking me into his arms and pressing a warm kiss to my lips that I knew he was real. It was a feeling I was in the early stages of forgetting, blurry and cold. But here he was, the stubble on his chin a bit longer and his ears missing the small hoops that had glittered in the sunlight when he walked out the door.

Then I'd pushed him away. And the fight began.

"I'm not a fucking psycho," he argues. His hands pat around his outfit, searching. "You got a lighter?"

"Fuck off." I kept his favorite in my left pocket. I had to be careful what things of his I wore or kept on my person. People close to me knew I would have never condoned his actions, but even they had glared at me in the early wake of Billy's death when I dared to wear one of his shirts out of the house, or more commonly one of his thick leather jackets. But a lighter can be hidden, and unless you had borrowed it you wouldn't know it had specifically been his. So I kept it with me all the time, just feeling it next to my skin with the only barrier being the fabric of my pocket. Without a thought, I cover the small item as though he can see right through me. Picking up on the hint, he's rises from the table and begins walking over to me.

"Don't be a dick, just let me borrow it," he says, holding out his hand.

"Fuck off," I snap.

"You've said that. I just need it for two seconds," he says as his hands begin to gently grab at me, one on my shoulder and the other dipping into my pocket.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yell, slapping at him.

"Just let me have-"

He cuts himself off as he pulls out the lighter from my pocket, his thumb grazing over the printed picture. The Statue of David. He'd bought because it made us laugh. One side was the regular statue, the other a close up of its small genitals with cursive writing underneath spelling the art piece's name.

"Oh," Billy says quietly.

We stand for a moment, silent. He doesn't seem sure what to do. My lungs burn with unheaved sobs. I fucking hate this.

"You were gonna come back," I finally say quietly. I hate how my voice sounds when I'm upset. I hate that I'm wearing his dogtag, an item he'd bought at a World War II museum in middle school that he gave me for our first Christmas because we were both too broke to actually buy each other anything, hence the poorly made ashtray. I hate that when I sleep at night it's in his clothes that I rarely wash because the idea of losing his smell makes me want to scream. I hate that his scent is different from the bottle of cologne he kept next to my makeup, one time spilling all over the entire bathroom counter because we'd gotten too wrapped up in each other, dragging our nails down each others backs and watching ourselves in the mirror until one wrong move of my hand revealed he'd been a bit too careless about screwing the lid back on earlier in the day. I'd always warned him about that.

I'd been in the bathroom putting on my permanently scented blush when I got the text.

"I was going to," he said softly. "Then I couldn't."

"So what?" I say, not daring to turn and face him, choosing instead to stare at where the cheap, old wood paneling of the wall meets the shaggy, stained carpet that you have to wear shoes on due to the staples that have begun sticking out of it. "You just propose to someone and then pretend to die?"

Valentines Day was an awfully cheesy day to do it. So it's a good thing it was a technicality.

The day had been lovely. Billy had saved up a little to take me to a local hibachi place, telling me to wear my best outfit and jewelry. It was slightly overkill, but it's the small things in life, isn't it?

We'd come home with a bottle of wine, a low budget movie to ignore and hands searching desperately for each other.

"I love you," he'd said between pants. "You're mine."

"Buy a ring," I'd dared. Our minds were buzzed, the bottle half empty and our clothes thrown away without care. Took me weeks to find his both of his socks.

I hadn't meant for him to take it seriously. But I guess he decided it was time.

Two days later I thought it was odd when he walked into the house with my favorite lunch. It wasn't expensive really, we just usually got it for special occasions or days that had been mentally harder for me. And things were normal that day. I was getting ready for my shift, running around like I always do trying to make sure I've got everything.

"Your coffee's in the cup, will you just sit down?" He laughed, watching me. I quickly collected the take out box, sipping my coffee and wincing over its temperature.

"Fuck, that burns," I cursed. He wrapped his arms around me, trying to get me to sit at the table. "Baby, I can't," I protested softly, but I was laughing. He was peppering me in kisses, giving me those big puppy dog eyes everyone knew were my weakness. He wanted for nothing so long as he looked at me just like that.

"Just this once," he asked, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I couldn't help the blush and giggle that rose from me, but I also couldn't be late.

"I'll make up for it," I promised, slipping away and running into the bedroom to get my shoes. When I ran back in, pulling them on and coming to kiss him goodbye, I nearly fell over when I saw him on one knee, smiling and looking at me like 'I told you so.'

I don't like how itchy the ring feels on my middle finger as I twirl it in thought.

"You don't know what happened," he pleaded, his hands still on me. "If you would just listen to me-"

"The news gave a pretty good description, William. I don't think there's missing pieces in my head, unlike you," I say coldly, detaching from myself so to not have to deal with my emotions. This makes him stiffen, pulling away and resuming his place at the kitchen table, lighting his cigarette and placing the ashtray in front of him like nothing has changed when everything has.

It feels like I'm out of time. Like I've been shoved into a picture of what my life looked like before. Except the house was never this clean, clothes always scattered about. Not just in a fit of passion, we just had bad habits when it came to picking up. Billy would always say the chairs are more decorations then they are seats, anyways. "Why would you use those when you have such a nice seat here?" He'd ask, wiggling his hips and placing his hands behind his head, making me laugh.

Billy never looked so well put together in the house, usually in a wife beater and his hair framing his face. He'd always joked he looked like a dirty hippie around me, and I'd always show him how much I liked that. Not that he looked fantastic now. When we went out he was known for putting in effort. He always had more hair products than me, which I found funny. Though he refused makeup. Once I'd managed to talk him into eyeliner. 'Guyliner' I'd teased. He liked it, but said it should stay between us with a wink before asking where to get dinner. Now he sits before me in clothes obviously stolen to help him look unremarkable, his hair shaggy and uncut, so different from the man I loved.

"Who are you?" I asked him. That man didn't shrink away from accountability.

He sighed, smoke swirling around him as he wipes his face with his hand.

"I don't know. Can't tell if I'm better or worse, to be honest," he admits softly. His eyes look haunted, heavy bags underneath. It's the way his shoulders sag as though his will to go on is slowly draining from him in this very moment that makes me want to break now. Like whatever reason he had for still going was fruitless.

I didn't like the way we mirrored each other like this.

I slowly scuff my feet towards him, tapping my fingers against the back of the wooden chair before pulling it out to sit across from him. It's a start.

"So if you tell me," I say slowly. "Am I going to wish you were dead?"

He doesn't look at me. "I don't know."

Great.

The night is long. Morning comes without an invitation, the blue sky beginning to glow through the shitty blinders I always told Billy we should replace one day. I understand less than when we started, we've both cried more than once, and between our fingers is cigarette stubs and the feeling of each others skin, hands laced together as though another click of an old remote to an outdated TV with batteries you had to rub against your shirt to make work would reveal the smouldering remains of a gas station, displaying the estimated body count and deeming one of us as a devil of the worst kind, ripping us apart.

"Jesus," I say when it's over.

"Yeah," he says. "So, needless to say, my anxiety is shit now."

It isn't funny. It's a tragic statement. But when we both glance into the others eyes, it's his small little smirk that makes me laugh like I haven't since my mother sent me the local news report with his picture covering the front page. The same one that shows everything is still okay.

"I'm sorry," I say. Then the laughing turns into sobbing, and then I can't breathe. And I really am sorry.

I'm sorry I couldn't help him. I'm sorry he went out on a romantic whim and borrowed money he shouldn't have for the ring I was too ashamed to wear on the proper finger. I'm sorry he couldn't come back for me. And I'm sorry for hating him when he showed up unannounced at my door.

"Hey," he says gently, standing and crossing to me, removing his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders to comfort me. It's unfamiliar, evidence of a life he wouldn't have led if he had just stayed by me and it upsets me, but his lips against my wet cheeks ground me, familiar and soothing me, coaxing me into wrapping my arms around him, clawing my trembling fingers through his hair. Still soft. Still combed.

"You can't stay here," I choke out.

"I know," he says quietly. There's nothing for a long time, our bodies shaking as we cling to each other. In our arms are the unspoken months of grief. Of his longing for our home, of my insanity. Death looms over the furniture, light hidden away lest it take away my sacred treasures I'd used to keep his spirit close to me.

"I can't lose you again," I say.

"I know," he says, smelling my hair and placing a soft kiss on top of my head. "But I can't promise stability if you follow me."

My brows furrow, my mind racing in confusion, my hopes rising. Follow?

"I know a guy," he says quickly, his arms tighter as if scared I'll turn away. "Says he can get me a new identity and a one way ticket to somewhere. I don't know where yet, but it's worth a try."

My fingers trace his back, swirling invisible patterns over his shirt. He'd always liked that after a rough day. I can feel the tension begin to slowly fall away from him at the contact, his breathing growing deeper and more steady. "And you want me to come?"

"Need," he corrects. "I don't regret leaving you, but I can't stay away. Even if it's more kind to let you mourn and find a better life."

A new life. A new identity. New name, new everything.

Maybe I am insane. Maybe this exactly the kind of mental break Billy had that day. Maybe I was doomed to follow his spirit no matter what. Maybe this is a second chance. Maybe God had granted me a mercy I'll never be able to repay, no matter how many night I spend in worship at a church or between this man's legs. Maybe I'd spend every day looking over my shoulder, paranoid and eventually turning cruel to strangers so to keep this one person everyone told me to let go of from the very beginning.

But the same Billy.

"Can he do a marriage license?" I ask after a long silence. I can hear him laugh, pulling away to look at me.

"That eager?" He asks softly, his eyes gentle, thumb stroking my cheek. I lean into his touch, softly placing a kiss on his palm.

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"Well," I say, "I already have the ring."

Masterlist

As cute as this was, please have better standards than the Reader I wrote in this fic. No man is worth that. I am DEADASS. Anyways, love y'all <3

[secr3tlover]

if only we could stay like this forever

pairing: 1610!miles morales/fem!latina!reader

genre: fluff, and a little suggestive

warnings: coarse language, making out

The anticipation was killing you. You were sitting on your bed, Brent Faiyaz playing in the background, waiting for Miles to come out of the bathroom. He had gone to change in the bathroom while you changed in the bedroom, very adamant about keeping his costume a surprise. He certainly didn’t offer any hints whatsoever, despite the fact the curiosity was killing you. 

“¡Miles, apúrate!” You whined, eager to see what he had come up with. You had a thousand possibilities running through your mind at what he’d come out of the bathroom looking as, all more unlikely than the other.

“I’m going baby, calm down!” He sassed, probably annoyed by your incessant rushing of him. At last, the door to your en suite bathroom opened slowly. “Close your eyes!” He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you obliged, waiting for him not-so-patiently. You felt a presence in front of you, and wriggled in anticipation. 

“Open your eyes.” He whispered.

Slowly you peered your eyes open, your boyfriend standing in front of you with a shit-eating grin. He was dressed in a Spider-Man suit. Not his Spider-Man suit, you realized, one from a costume store.

You raised one eyebrow, “Seriously?” A smile was creeping up your face but you suppressed it. 

He burst out laughing, “Smart right? I didn’t use my real one ‘cause people might get suspicious you know, but still.”

“Oh my gosh, Miles que vago.” You clicked your tongue. 

He looked at you up and down, the expression on his face changing from a smile to something different, something you couldn’t pin point. “Miles? You good bubba?” You questioned.

“Holy shit.” He choked. He was looking at your costume, you realized. 

You were dressed as the joker, one of your favorite characters from the hundreds or so movies you’d watched. Your hair was painted green from a temporary dye you had found, and slicked back with some gel you stole from your dad. Along with that you had a white button up, the first couple buttons undone for fun, a purple blazer you’d ordered online, and some short black shorts. Your makeup was simple, some red lipstick that was smudged purposefully, and light purple eyeshadow. 

“Do you like it?” You asked shyly. 

“I- wow! You look- great. Te ves preciosa.” He praised. You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “You look good too, even if your costume is basic as fuck.” You teased. “You know there’s gonna be like a hundred million Spider-Man’s out there tonight, right?”

He puffed his chest. “Yeah, but I’m legit. They’re just posers.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned, pressing your forehead against his. He smirked, and went in for a kiss. His lips against yours were heavenly, making you forget about where you were, and everything around you. The kisses were light for a moment, before you tilted your head slightly backwards and his tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for permission. You obliged, allowing his tongue to graze yours, making your thoughts run wild. 

The kisses turned more intense now, Miles taking control now and slowly walking you backwards towards the bed. Once you reached it, he pulled away from you just enough to turn you both around and sit down. He patted his lap and you understood what he wanted. Straddling him, you saw his mouth quirk. 

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You panted. “Yeah.”

This time you kissed him, enjoying the change in position. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he bit your lip in response, groaning. This continued for a while longer, his lips soft and plump against yours, the feeling bringing you euphoria.

After what felt like 3 seconds but was probably around 10 minutes, you pulled away to catch your breath. “Miles, we should-” You bit your lip. “We should probably...” 

“Yeah,” He nodded. “Perdón mami, I got a little carried away.” He said while running his hands up and down your waist soothingly. The mere feeling was enough to make you want to forget about your plans and just stay there the entire night, doing this. But alas, Gwen, Pav, and Hobie were waiting, and you couldn’t leave them hanging.

“No te preocupes, I did too.” You smiled sheepishly. You slipped your hands through the base of his scalp, scratching lightly, a feeling you knew he loved.

He hummed, and his head dropped to your shoulder. You stayed like that for a good five minutes, ones that went by too quickly in your opinion. “Cmon Spider-Man, we have places to be. Plus you love Halloween, you wouldn’t wanna miss out.” You coaxed. 

“I’d be willing to miss it for you.” He objected. 

“Pfft. Jódete entonces, yo si me voy.” You huffed playfully, getting off his lap and pretend walking away. He was quick to follow and slip his hand into yours.

“Just kidding, just kidding. Let’s go steal candy from random people.” He joked.

“Hell yeah.” You grinned, putting your head against his shoulder, still holding his hand as you walked out to meet your friends.

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James Wilson Has A Superiority Kink

Reader is written with AFAB Transmasc people in mind.

Do not read if you are under the age of 18 as there is SEXUAL CONTENT WRITTEN UNDER THE CUT

Content Warnings: Wilson talks about fucking a baby into the reader but it’s just horny talk, Wilson cures his whiskey dick by getting good head apparently, Wilson begs to cum, Wilson is called “Handsome Boy” and “Good Boy” as well as “Baby”, Wilson is intended to be so subby and brain dead during horny hours it’s basically pathetic, Last paragraph is kinda cum eating depending on how you look at it.

Word count: 690

Authors Note: this is legit just James Wilson being a submissive, pathetic man that’s drunk off getting touch his partner (but specifically when and how they tell him to) brainrot because i wanna do unspeakable things to this doctor and it’s gonna be y’all’s problem

James Wilson has a superiority kink and i know it (i thought about it and i like the idea).

James Wilson who gets gets rock fucking hard when you boss him around. But use that specific tone of voice, the tone that sounds like you’re holding back from running your fingers through his hair while you shove a hand down his pants. The tone of voice that sounds like you want to devour him whole but haven’t decided if he’s earned it yet.

James Wilson who has cured his whiskey dick simply by bedding the Head of the Psychology Department (there’s quite a few more mental health cases running around than there are cancer cases so technically Psych is a higher position and YES. It does still confuse James as to how cancer isn’t upmost priority but neither of you get paid enough for that). That’s all it took. Just him having his superior looming over him after pulling away from a kiss and caressing his jaw. All you had to do was touch him and he started acting like a schoolboy.

James Wilson who could barely feel his face when the aforementioned Head of Psych had their nose pressed to his pelvis with his cock so fucking far down their throat. You had him gripping the sheets in effort to keep from splattering your face when you told him if he kept being good you’d let him cum wherever he’d like. Please, you know how much he likes getting to leave his mark with his release (he was slightly possessive when it came to his partners).

James Wilson who is moaning into the back of your neck, pistoning his hips almost furiously into yours as he has you on your hands and knees. He wants this release so bad he borderline needs it. He barely got through you edging him, he nearly came too many times but now he was so close. “Please le’me cum.. wanna fuck,” He pushed you down onto the bad with a hand in between your shoulders, “wanna fuck a baby into you please.” He sounded pathetic but in an oddly hot and sexual way. “I’ve been so good, please just let me cum inside. Need it so bad.” He’s babbling horny nonsense now. “James, baby, you wan-“ You were cut off by him giving a series of harder thrusts, strangled moans slipping out. You couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing far too well (it made you jealous sometimes knowing that other people have also received dick from this man). “Fff-fuck yes! Go on, cum, my handsome boy!” It took a second to finally get the words out due to James not halting his thrusts in the slightest but he didn’t care at the moment.

“Fuck thank you, thank you…” He was beginning to whine out his thank you’s as he felt his dick twitch. He hasn’t came in at least an hour and has been rock hard the entire time. He was aching for this orgasm, even his cockhead was an angry reddish color matching his flushed face. You knew he was biting his lip, hazy brown eyes half lidded and lightly crossing, his eyebrows pinched together, and sweat likely dripping off his nose at this point. He always looked beautiful when he came undone.

Finally, a high pitched gasp and a long, drawn out whiney moan came from the man behind you. He hunched over you, hiding his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle the embarrassing sounds coming from him (it didn’t help at all and it made those debaucherous sounds enter your ears in high definition) as his hips were moving sloppily and barely holding together a rhythm. You could feel your legs beginning to shake as the sounds coming from him finally sent you over. “G’ boy, sucha good boy f’me,” you choked out.

You nearly jumped when you felt James’ breath fanning over your sex, your legs still shaking from the orgasm you’ve barely started recovering from. Then, you nearly squealed when you felt his tongue lick a broad stripe from top to bottom.

[kthecutest]

&team reaction to their s/o wiping their kisses away? <3

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Pairing ➳ &Team members x gn!reader Genre ➳ Fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ A/N ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Brain block hits me right at the middle so- not so sure if all of it came out good, but I hope you'll love it! ૮₍˶ó﹏ò ⑅₎ა

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K : He’ll pull out those cute pouty lips of his and sulks at the gesture for a couple of seconds before putting his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so close that you could feel each other’s breaths on each other’s lips. He’ll start kissing you nonstop. Giving you just a couple seconds for breaks in between before re-attaching you and his lips again and again.

Fuma : He’d notice your action immediately pulling you into his lap. Started pecking you on the lips nonstop. And when you try to push him away and wipe it off, he’ll ask you why you keep doing it and what’s wrong. You wouldn’t tell? Well that calls for more pecks. Won’t back down until you tell him the reason or you finally kiss him back without wiping it off.

Nicholas : The sulky angry Pomeranian. Would ask you what’s wrong but even before you could answer, his lips will be on yours. Just like K, will give you any bare seconds to get your lips away from his. (I swear Knicho are legit the same breed-) If you keep wiping it off, he’ll start getting sulky and angry. Out of nowhere, he’ll jump off his couch, pouting at you and then walked away signaling that he gave up. Will be sulky all day until you approached him finally trying to console this angry boy to stop being mad at u.

Ej : Whiny pouty baby. Would try to ask you what’s wrong and reason with you at first, clinging onto you the whole day with a sad little pout. You’re not gonna tell him? Oh he’s gonna make you tell him then. Will follow you around the entire day, sticking to you like glue. Most of the time he’s the responsible leader figure of the group but in that situation he’ll be the little annoying kid. Will disturb you during work and try to distract you. You tell him to stop? He’ll try to set a deal with you that if you won’t wipe away his kisses, then he’ll stop.

Yuma : He’s those ideal understanding boyfriends you know. He probably would ask you the reason and if you didn’t answer or kept avoiding, he’ll just let you keep it to yourself thinking maybe it’s something you have a problem bringing up with him. Would probably not kiss you or bother you over the issue again and just try to shower you with love in other ways like cuddles and head-pats. He definitely would miss your kiss sometimes though.

Jo : He’s Yuma number 2 but more subtle and quiet? He wouldn’t even ask you why you did that. He would simply assume that you had a reasonable reason to do so. Would not kiss you again and would also not bother you over the issue again. But the deterioration in his mood is clearly visible. Kissing you was not only the best thing ever to him but also his energy support. So he’ll be in a constant quiet but bad mood regularly.

Harua : A mixture of sassy and sweet. He’ll be partly like his Ej hyung, being sassy and annoying about it. Would keep bothering you pouting and sticking to you like gum. Not to mention the Bombastic Side Eye and the stare that says The Audacity. But he would still be thoughtful of his actions. Like if you were to be super stressed with work one day, he wouldn’t bother you on that day, simply because he didn’t want to give you a headache over the stress. But other than that he’ll be stuck right to you.

Taki : Takes the path of his Ej and Harua hyung but bothers you even more. Would not even ask for a reason and would not accept one either. He wants his kisses and I’m talking this baby chick will do ANYTHING to get them. Would not kiss you and force you to be out of breath like Knicho but will be the most annoying little thing in the world. Until you give this baby chick what he wants, do not expect to get any work done. He will be stuck to you disturbing you with any possible noises nonstop until your ears explode and you give in.

Maki : Yuma number 3. Very understanding and reasonable man. Will ask you for the reasoning behind the action or even try to see if you two could meet an agreement. If no, he would not bother you over this again. He’s a man of boundaries so he’ll just be the understanding type to not cross yours and will not bother or approach you over this issue ever. Maki is basically the mature maknae of the group.

[shiny-jr]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH I literally cannot put into words how much I loved the latest Damnation au chapter- I was literally seconds away from putting my phone down to get back to work but as soon as I saw a glimpse of the fic, I just couldn't help but put everything on hold

I was really impressed with how you included Epel into the story in a way that just about correlated to Epel in canon (like how he was actively opposed to hit position in the castle). Like taking into consideration of the time period and the possible reasons why Epel would be relevant there in the first place despite not being in the original tale- SO WELL DONE!! Not to mention Vil going out of his way to find potential successors really emphasizes his hatred for Neige (poor guy😭) Also the way you write about Rook??? I knew he'd be creepy but gyat damn your writing only increased the feeling of it ten-fold. Especially in that scene after he climbed through the window and interrupted MC and Vil- Literally foaming at the mouth i was like 'holy crap this is it, we're gonna get exposed' cause aint no way Rook WOULDN'T know. Everything about him was unnerving yet so charming?? I really don't know how you do it but the way you just write them is just so accurate👏

As a Vil simp, every scene with him in it had be giggling and kicking my feet✨ I was pleasantly surprised with his advances towards the MC though- like hubba hubba... I ain't complaining though! The tension in those scenes were just *chefs kiss* Every moment with him just oozed authority and power, like I'd be on the edge of my metaphorical seat just waiting for the moment he calls out the MC

Like holy crap you really know how to set your scenes- like legit every time I Rook or Vil were in a scene, it genuinely felt tense. Also props to MC for looking out for #1 (themselves) even at the expense of ruining someone else

Anyway excuse my rambling lmao i'm definitely gonna be re-reading it again ^^

Sounds like another happy reader. And yes, Epel's part was difficult. Mainly because, well, Epel is based off the poisoned apple, so how is he supposed to play that role? In my mind, the poisoned apple is a tool used by the Evil Queen. So, what is similar to a tool? A person to manipulate, which is how I came up with the idea of heir. Combined with the fact that Vil obviously takes a shine to Epel, as he spends time meticulously perfecting his habits and mannerisms in-game. Which fit the scenario I was to use, of a King claiming an heir and drilling instructions and behaviors in their mind to manipulate.

Rook and Vil were easy to place into roles, due to who they're based off of. But it was difficult coming up with scenes for them, since the Huntsman and Evil Queen don't have a lot in the movies. Especially the Huntsman.

For Rook, I actually considered writing a scene were MC followed him as he scoped out the meadow or the moment when Rook was to escort Neige to the meadow, but ultimately I decided against that as it would overcomplicate the plot and give more time to Neige instead of Rook. I needed a way to properly portray Rook's watchfulness and the unease it spawns, which I figured should fit the setting. A carefully worded conversation knit of lies and unsaid threats and fears is much more effective when the reader is picturing hollowed stone halls of a palace instead of a colorful meadow. At least, that was my thought process there, which is why most interactions with Rook are in settings such as those.

And finally, Vil, who I decided to write a few more interesting scenes for purely because I know a good amount of my followers love that pretty man. There were multiple concepts and scrapped ideas I've already forgotten by now, different things that never made it to my keyboard, like a tense dinner scene and back-and-forth bickering. But some of those just didn't fit the feeling I wanted, or was out of character for either the MC or others.

Anyways, now I'm rambling. Sorry. I hope the second read was just as enjoyable as the first!

[evans-heaven]

Moments from the ‘Touch’ Universe that I randomly came up with at work

(pre dating bc I'm such a sucker for the whole ‘friends who act like a couple but they aren't actually a couple’ trope)

Read Touch here

Read Feelings here

Read Scene here

Pairings: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ST4 Volume 2 spoilers, also way too much touching-why aren't they dating again?

Wc: idc its just headcanons lol

Hugging

Okay, so,  by now we’ve seen that video of  Joe hugging that fan in Brazil, right? Where he basically puts his whole body into the hug and holds the back of her head with his hand? Imagine a video gets leaked of you and Joe hugging like that, but the vibe is visibly way more intimate. Maybe after he returns from Brazil the two of you meet for lunch. He immediately wraps you in his arms the moment he sees you stand from the table you were waiting at. One arm around your waist, the other cradles the back of your skull, pressing your head against his chest. The grip isn’t too firm, but somehow indicates just how much he missed you. “Hey, you,” his lips press to your ear, before moving to your forehead for a quick kiss as his palm gently rests on your cheek. His arm is still tight around your waist, and it's practically holding you up at that point-a hug and a kiss at the same time didn’t bode well for your knees.

Cuddling

Previously in Touch and Feelings I mentioned a lot that you normally end up being cuddled by Joe, BUT do not be fooled, he likes to be held sometimes too ;) I like to think the two of you keep track of who was the little spoon the last time to determine who’s turn it is, (and you know the little shit has tried to trick you into thinking it was his chance-you never fall for it). But, luckily for him, it really was his turn this time. It had been a long morning of filming, so when the decent break was finally given, both of you took it as an opportunity to take a nap.  So there the two of you were, Joe laying on his side in the small bed in his trailer, you pressed up behind him, arm wrapped around his torso, both of you dozing off lightly. Eddie’s leather jacket and denim vest were tossed over the small couch, along with your character Stacey’s motor jacket (canonically stolen from Eddie’s closet), so the two of you could get comfy. He was a lot taller than you were, and so this position probably looked comical to anyone else. You, however, thought it couldn’t possibly get any cuter.

Comforting

When the day finally came that you would have to film Eddie’s death scene, wherein he dies while being held in Stacey’s arms, the atmosphere on set was heavy-and called for constant comforting touches. The two of you were more attached at the hip than normal that day-knowing it was gonna get emotional later. Joe came up behind you in the hair and makeup trailer after you were done getting your face tainted by fake dirt for the scene. His arms lock around your shoulders from behind, forearms crossing over your chest, hands grasping your shoulders softly. His lips press against your temple (clearly not caring about the patch of artificial grime there). “Hi, babes,” he mumbles into your skin. You rub his forearm gently as you greet him back softly. He rests his cheek on top of your head and begins rocking back and forth lightly. Wordlessly, you recline back into his hold, head slotting in perfectly below his chin, enjoying the small moment. Later would come a less than delightful embrace, so you savored this one.

And just more small moments cause I can

Your interactions don’t always have to have a legit reason behind them-they could also just be about wanting to have some kind of contact. 

~Finding each other’s hands under the table during cast dinners and squeezing them lightly.

~Pretending to swipe something off of each other’s cheeks with your thumb when really it's just an excuse to hold each other’s faces-even if for a second.

~Biceps rubbing against each other constantly because of how close the two of you always end up-sitting, standing, whatever.

~He briefly grasps both sides of your waist with his large hands if he’s passing behind you. “ ‘Scuse me, babes,” he mutters. 

~You fix the collars of his button ups-if he’s wearing one-at any given time of day, even if they don't need to be fixed. You thumbs ghost over his collarbones, just wanting to feel some skin. 

~During mornings on set, the two of you collect breakfast from craft services together. He always crowds up behind you and drapes an arm over your shoulder to grab another slice of bacon. Extra, but so welcome.

~If you’re standing, say waiting in line somewhere, instead of placing a hand on his hip or folding his arms, he grips your upper thigh with his hand, and you prop your foot up slightly to elevate your leg a bit so he gets a better hold (pls tell me this makes sense lmao)

~Your fingers dance up and down the forearm of the hand that’s holding on to you, fingertips ghosting over his skin that erupts in goosebumps anytime you do. Your cheek presses against his bicep eventually, because wow this line is long. You habitually place a feather light kiss on his shoulder-just because that’s what y’all do.

~A lipstick stain is left on his shirt because of it, which matches the other stains on previous shirts because no matter what, your face is always gonna find a way to be against this man’s upper body.

~But it's okay because remnants of his cologne always seep into your shirts because this man loves to have you in his arms.

~In literally any video with the two of you in it, mostly by a cast/crew member without your knowledge, you’re always holding onto or touching each other in some way.

Really though, who could blame anyone for thinking y’all were dating?

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😘💕

[jupiter-mylove]

HEADCANNONS

James

-This man definitely gives piggy back rides, he doesn’t care if you think your heavy or anything. He would sprint through the halls carrying you in his back if you said you were tired.

-He’s a really good cook. He isn’t Gordon Ramsey but he can make home cooked meals almost as good as his momma. Man would totally make Alfredo or some kind of pasta for your first date.

-If you play quidditch on the Gryffindor team he would make sure you didn’t have practice while you were on your period (if you have one!) or if your sick

-If you wear his clothes he will pull you onto his lap, and show it off. Loves when people know your his <3

Remus

-Always makes sure he has a book with him that you might like, especially on the train or during classes. Will definitely annotate books and gift them to you so you can read the book and all his silly thoughts with it

-Would be so scared to tell you about his lycanthropy but will be super happy and grateful that you weren’t mad. He loves you and wants to be able to be honest but didn’t know how to break the news.

-Would always help you with your homework. Even if you don’t ask, he’s gonna proofread you essays and double check your astronomy charts.

-GIVES THE BEST MASSAGES! If your stuff after a long day, he will legit sit you down, massage your shoulders, and kiss your neck while asking about your day.

Sirius

-Cuddle bug right here, he always wants to be cuddled up next to you, on the common room couch, train compartment, three broomsticks booth, bench in the great hall, or by the black lake.

-Kisses are a must, if you haven’t had at least five kisses by breakfast he’s afraid you might die. James, Remus, and Peter tried to get him to do a prank and miss breakfast and he whined the whole time because he "didn’t get a second good morning kiss."

-At parties (especially his annual famous birthday party) he makes you dance with him so much. Every song, all night, every kind of dance. He somehow knows all the lyrics to every song they play and will sing the night away. Don’t let him get started on karaoke, though.

Peter (no I won’t exclude him, he’s a marauder too)

-Peter is the kind of guy that would take care of you when your sick. He goes full mum mode and brings you soup, checks your temp, and makes sure you get rest.

-He makes sure that the boys don’t prank you too bad, but if they do and you prank them back he would team up with you so he didn’t get on your bad side.

-I personally headcannon Peter to be neurodivergent and I think he would have trouble focusing in classes and things. He would lace your fingers together and play with your jewelry in class.

-Peter is really sweet and would never forget a date, special day, or anniversary. He brings you sunflowers to all of the dates, and charms them to not wilt

(A/N this is my first post on here! I have been in the marauders fandom for three years and the hp fandom for 12 years. I love all of these characters. I will write for the marauders era girls, regulus/+skittles, poly!marauders, golden trio era, and other fandoms if requested!)

LEAVE REQUESTS FOR ONESHOTS (x reader) AND MORE HEADCANNONS

[galaxycunt]

I Can’t Keep Crying pt 3

Pt 1 Pt 2

Quick lil note to say I love every comment I been getting on my stuff and ilysm kissing u all mwah mwah it really makes my day

Story under the cut: angst only rn

You shared a cigarette on the deck with a crew mate, watching Buggy from afar. Sometimes if it was cold, he used to lend you the coat he was wearing right now. What a fool he made you out to be.

”Captain’s let his bird fly out the cage finally?”

”Oh, shut the fuck up.”

He only laughed, “Cabaji gets his sloppy seconds, you could do worse.”

You flicked the butt in his face, storming off below the deck. Before all this, Buggy was teaching you how to throw knives. You decided it was perfect time to imagine the empty barrel was his face.

You could think of a hundred reasons for why Buggy was bad for you, but the good times popped up. His laugh, the real one he seemed to save just for you. The way he’d protect you during a raid, shoving you downstairs in a hurry yelling at you to hide. Letting you watch his shows from the catwalk, his eyes shining brightly in the spotlight as he looked up at you.

It wasn’t romantic for most people, but things were different on the sea. After a raid on a village, he kept a small box close with him. He hid away from the crew, only coming out when you said you didn’t want to eat dinner alone. He had his moods, he was soft around you. He never told you what was in there, only his mood giving a hint to what it was. Closer than what anyone else got.

”Needs work, thank god you’re not my first wave of defense,” said a voice behind you.

”Is there more to be done, captain?”

He smiled, “nah. Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

You looked him up and down, “nice necklace.”

”Eh, gonna hock it next time we dock somewhere. Can’t figure out what put in it anyway.”

You forced a smile, “I thought even pirates loved their mama.”

“Now that’s funny.”

You nodded politely, turning to leave. Buggy stopped you, his brows furrowed like he was struggling what to say.

“I didn’t…know that..well, I don’t have to really explain myself do I?”

”Excuse me?”

”Lemme make it up to you, steal a table at Baratie, dine and dash. Something fun and exciting!”

”What? No, I’m not doing that.”

He frowned, “aw come on, you’re not turning legit now, are you?”

You smiled, “I’m not doing that with you.”

Hurt flashed across his face for only a moment, “you did it first you know.”

This confused you, having no idea what he was talking about. You sized up your captain, he was a stubborn bastard.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, so I doubt it.”

”Go clean the head.”

”You’re seriously giving me cabin boy duty?”

He nodded, causing you to groan. He smiled satisfied, he was going to make you regret sleeping with the boss. If that was how he was going to act, you were going to make him regret it too. Cabin boy was easy to pay off for shit duty.

”I’m sure there’s a way to convince your captain differently, if you wanted to be persuasive.”

Buggy stepped closer, bumping into your chest. His breath smelled of whiskey, his aura pulling you closer. It was like that when you joined his crew, amused instead of angry that you tried stealing from him. Buggy had a way with people, making them stay. You knew better.

”You don’t like me Buggy, simple as that. You made it clear more than once.”

He was at a loss for words, letting you walk away as he stood there. You held in your tears until you reached your room. The worst part about being on a ship was the lack of privacy. In your dreams, Buggy would proudly proclaim his love for you, in front of the whole world. Instead of letting you hover around him, the crew would judge you, yet you didn’t get special treatment when it came to chores.

He did give you his cabin to be alone in, and that was something you wished you had now. You cried softly, face down in your pillow. What did he mean earlier? What did you do first?

You heard your name called, ignoring it.

“You okay?”

It was your friend, petting your head softly. You gave a thumbs up, rubbing your face like nothing happened. She smiled, giving you the mug of coffee in her hand. The ship was set to sail for a small village, peaceful and full of gold. You chatted about the show, what your friend had planned.

“So what’s your plan?”

”I’ll probably still run the lights and curtains.”

”No, about him.”

You sighed, “he’s a grown ass man, he won’t apologize and I’m not gonna coddle him. We’re pirates for fuck’s sake.”

Surprisingly, Buggy still allowed you to run the lights. In the middle of the ring was the mayor, bound and gagged as Buggy made his grand entrance. He was nicer when the show ran smoothly, a little more willing to let people live.

And your mother had much bigger plans for you and your life.

Buggy glanced up at you, winking as he tortured the mayor for the key to the bank vault. He was still very handsome, sexy when he exerted his power over others. The gasps from the audience reminded you of the first time you saw his powers, it was intoxicating.

You used this opportunity to sneak away, heading towards his cabin. You weren’t sure what you wanted to find, his room was messy as always. You had some clothes left behind, deciding to take a pile. You searched around for your locket, not remembering if he kept it on today. The accordion was still in its case, you took that one too. If he was going to punish you for stealing your own things, so be it.

Realizing you never had the whole ship to yourself, you pushed your luck, snooping in his personal items. Sealed letters from someone, the name sounding familiar. Under a pile of scarves was a small box, you wondered if the locket was inside. Were you still willing to steal that damn thing from him?

You decided against it, running to your room and back to the tent before anyone noticed. You stood in the back, watching the show. The crew was probably going to stay here another couple of days, Buggy loved his adoring fans. You could escape if your luck ran out.

The show ended, Buggy noticing you near the entrance, he smiled and let you go on your way with the rest of the crew to drink. His words entered your mind again, what imagined transgression against him was he thinking of?

The crew liked putting on a small show for themselves, your friend waving as she flipped through the air. You’d miss this crew if you had to leave, Buggy couldn’t ruin this for you. You smiled, hoping to let this whole thing blow over.

You heard your name bellowed out from across the tent, Buggy marching straight toward you. The rest of the crew adverted their eyes, he was on a warpath.

You stood up straight, “yes, sir?”

”You were in my cabin. What did you take? Treasure? A map? Money?”

“My clothes. I had clothes there,” you stuttered.

He glanced around the room, “my cabin. Now.”

You nodded as you’re hurried past the crowd, embarrassed and slightly afraid. Thankful he wasn’t about to air out your relationship failures in the open. It didn’t mean anything good either way.

Buggy spun around as soon as the door closed, angry to the brim.

”You stole from me.”

”I…didn’t.”

”Yes, you did.”

”The accordion? I only took my things back.”

He waved around his room, “oh! Is that all? Nothing else? Nothing in that desk?”

You shook your head, of course he’d find out. You didn’t take anything, your only saving grace.

”I was looking for my locket,” you held up your hands, “I’m not stupid, Buggy. I only take what’s mine.”

He searched your face, the wind blowing out of his sails, he believed you.

With a laugh he shook his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me. Swear to god.”

With a nervous smile, you tried to leave. He still stopped you, lightly grabbing your arm. His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t place, unsure if he could either.

“I would like to hear a song, if you’re willing to grant an audience. That’s how I’ll forgive you.”

You smile, “I’ll be right back then.”

The words slipped out so easily, the way your body moved too. You played in your youth, something you did to pass the time on long voyages. On your last ship, it was lost in the wreck. You couldn’t find a reason to get it replaced, feeling like you had no need to. You only told him about it once, in an inn months ago while you bathed together. He liked your singing, not surprised that you always been some sort of artist your whole life.

That day was when you realized you were in love with him.

“Captain?”

”Come in, I was just uh, setting the mood, I guess.”

The cabin was dimly lit, a sheer red scarf placed over a lamp. He held up his hands, motioning you to sit on his chair. You giggled, covering up your nerves.

“Any requests, captain?”

”Oh you can call me Buggy, and uh. I dunno, dealer’s choice.”

You could only remember a song partially, singing a song of a woman left at the altar on her wedding day. The notes were fumbled, your foot tapping next to his, he hummed along not knowing the lyrics.

You had a good time despite yourself, smiling as you made up a song on the spot. You could remember simple chords, singing about the woman from the previous song taking to the sea to cut her fiancé’s head off. Buggy laughed hard at that one.

“Beautiful!”

You smiled, “thanks, Bug.”

You got up to leave, Buggy stopping you again. He held his breath, thinking of something to say.

”You don’t have to leave so soon do you?”

He looked so sad, so lonely. You were certain it had to be projection on your part. He held out a hand, letting you place your fingers gently on his palm. You were in love with an image, one he displayed in full before you. You had doubts, and that was reason enough to leave.

”I can’t. I really can’t.”

He only nodded, letting you take your things with you. As you closed the door you hear him release a shuddering breath, matching the sob you were holding in yourself.

[nohr-and-thirst]

infodump more about welt suffering and welt in general. please?

I've played quite a bit of HI3 and have been playing HSR, which made me finally interested in welt. the gravitas of his eng VA's voice his chef's kiss - I think he's one of the few characters who doesn't sound like "I'm reading this from a paper in a studio" in english - and I dig his design and powers. but what side material do I actually read to get welt lore? there's so much manga and I've only seen screenshots

ASK ABOUT WELT AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!

Quick side topic about his English VA. I love how it fits Welt so well, in my opinion. I play Impact 3rd with CN dub, but for Star Rail he doesn’t have the same CN voice actor so it threw me off at first, but I gotten use to it after I tried to stop associating with another Impact 3rd VA.

I am putting this here already, this is gonna be very short explanation. Is this post short? No absolutely not, but I’m trying to cut details to try and make it short as I can and have it make sense.

Let us start off with some basic information about Welt Yang and now he inherited the name plus the Herrscher of Reason core.

Before there was Welt Yang, there was Welt Joyce, the first Herrscher of Reason. Sadly Impact 3rd does not explore much of Joyce, and most of the information on him, Otto, Anti-Entropy, and even about Tesla and Einstein is all a Visual Novel that never got a true English translation. However, it did get fan translations and oh goodness it’s a lot there. We will speak only of the information we got about Welt Yang from this Visual Novel.

Around the time this VN takes place Welt Yang is 8 years old since it’s 1955. He is the kiddo in the middle, and man oh man he went through a lot!!!

Welt’s dad, Elias Nokianvirtanen, really did care for Welt. He would often travel with his dad who was working for Schicksal.

There is important information to note, and if I don’t explain it I feel like so much will be lost and the reason all of this is important. There are two major groups at the time (1955). Schicksal and Anti-Entropy (AE). At first AE was just the Northern American branch, and there was a lot of tension between the two. After a bit of… fighting, they did manage to make Anti-Entropy.

The reason they were with the AE, was because Elias was forced to sabotage AE because Otto was threatening Welt’s life.

Than there is Welt Joyce. Welt Joyce is one of my personal favorite underrated characters, and the way Joyce really wanted to protect humanity tells you everything.

Now what does these gentlemen have in common-? Their deaths are connected to Otto. Otto killed Elias due to the reason he was there slipped, and Joyce risked his life to protect New York from being nuked by Otto.

At this time as Welt was trying to help Joyce, Joyce asked him what he thought of the name Welt. Welt mentions he likes it, and Joyce not only passed on the name Welt, but also the Herrchser core.

If you are curious, and wish to read the VN here is the link! https://zklm.github.io/honkai-vn-antientropy/ as a reminder, this is a fan translation, since we never got an official English translation!

Now, here is where we get to the fun bits. Fun fact: in the manga Second Eruption, Otto was legit like flabbergasted. Cause you know, THE FACT HE KILLED IS SUPPOSEDLY ALIVE. Only than to see it wasn’t Welt Joyce, but someone else and this manga just really shows you how strong Welt can be.

Now in Second Eruption, their goal at the start was just “hey we need to find this new herrchser.” So guess what? They gotta work together a bit. There was a small comment that I feel gets over looked and that is, Otto never really taught Siegfried or Theresa how to use their divine keys, and Welt made a small jab at this. I don’t hear people really mention this, and I don’t know why it is such a small fact I love to bring up.

There is a really important fight scene that happens among these pages/chapters between Welt and Sirin. Here we get to see more of what Welt can do as the HOR, which is once he learns the structure of a human creation, he can make a cope with honkai energy. Now I don’t wanna go to much detail into this fight cause how I’m typing won’t do it justice, but we get a tiny new conflict pop up! What is this conflict? A clown, more specifically, Otto. That’s Otto Apocalypse himself.

When I saw Otto has basically made it his personal goal to take down Welt, it being Joyce or Yang, to take down AE, and just do his plans, I mean it. This man goes so far, and I can do a whole essay about Otto, because he is an extremely well written antagonist. However, that will be for later in case anyone wants that just tell me. But Otto could have done more to Welt here, however Siegfried was there! Since Siegfried is key to Otto’s plan he just leaves and they both luckily make it back to safety with VERY bad injuries.

I do not want to go into all the details in the manga, as this manga is my favorite and everyday I hope that HoYoverse will animate it, so https://manga.honkaiimpact3.com/book/1005 here is the link! PLEASE IF YOU CAN READ IT! It’s 65 chapters long, it’s amazing, well written and oh my goodness I could do a whole video essay on it.

Now I am gonna throw some fun facts because this post is getting long and I’ll share some links too!

So here is a great video from HoYoverse about Joyce, Welt Yang, and Bronya and the legacy of the Herrchser of Reason! https://youtu.be/eSOYUfnUGZk

Now here I’m gonna send two playlist of A Post Honkai Odyssey. Why? Because Welt is in it, and also one of my all time favorite character is in it too, Void Archives. (This is me hinting that I wanna info dump about him too.)

Here is a playlist of gameplay of APHO on YT: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLt0MO_4lG2SEyuMmOywSW02-soMN0PA45

Here is a playlist for APHO 2: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIL1w10vWxxolgZxP1Q7KlTPyq2B8JCt3

Also APHO has a certain scene that could be similar to some Star Rail players 👀

Here some random fun facts about Welt Yang that I recall on top of my head cause he gives the brain serotonin!

Welt Yang for the first bit having the core couldn’t sleep tho to the fact that the core houses over 300k people, and he never really complained of any struggles it gave to him, but we learn during the HoD arc when he speaks with Bronya he is concerned about her and ask her all the things she is experiencing.

It’s mention in Second Eruption that Welt would try and ask Einstein to play the piano, also he mentions around that same chapter I believe that if he didn’t inherit the HoR core he thinks/wonders if he would have become a teacher or linguistic like his father.

Facts relating to Arahato is that one his company had a whole copyright issue with Otto’s game company, the Arahato is heavily based of Joyce, and the line “Witness the stars shatter before you!” Comes from Joyce, but Herrchser of Truth Bronya (HI3RD) and Welt (HSR) say this line! Also around the Thus Spoke Apocalypse arc, it is mentioned by Einstein that one morning Welt made breakfast for the crew but it wasn’t much since he made it but implies he knows how to cook!

This is more from Star Rail, but is Serval is in your express she actual mentions Welt cause he asked some questions, but here is the tumblr link for that!

I don’t want to make a too long post that no one possible reads, BUT PLEASE ASK ME ANYTHING! IT CAN BE SILLY OR SERIOUS ABOUT WELT OR ANY OF THE HONKAI IMPACT 3RD GROUP OR STAR RAIL GROUP AS WELL!!! I read the manga’s and I have read the VN and I have spent hours rereading and replaying and explaining to people that ask and I love to do so QVQ

[blogfullofemos]

Dire

*It's all fun and games till someone suffers a heart attack*

This idea legit popped into my head (mind you I'm dealing with a rude head cold) and I was like yyeeaahhh that would be so Jake Lockley. 😄

Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader

Word Count: 800 (oookkkaaayyy I like that)

You wake with a start as your heart beats harder than ever before. Whatever rest you were experiencing just seconds ago is long gone with every ring from Jake's alarming ringtone. You quickly grab your phone from the bedside table, and answer. "JAKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!" you yell. Instantly regretting the sudden outburst, your heart drops as Jake lets out an agonizing groan. "Babe?" you follow up. Ripping the blanket off your cold-sweat skin, you press your phone closer to your ear. Needing to hear everything coming from his end.

"I'm... Sorry beb-bita... Just a little-AYEE!!"he breathes out, followed by the signal of his car's seatbelt unbuckling. You quickly get off the bed and run to the front door of the flat. "It's okay baby, just tell me where you are?" you rush as you struggle with the door's locks. You must still be in a state of rest.

"I'm parked at the front." he huffs as the call ends. You drop your phone to the floor, finally unlocking the door. In minutes you make it to the elevator button and smack it frantically. Waiting inside the elevator, your intrusive thoughts frolic within the metal walls. You try to breathe through your panic; but Jake is hurting and this fucking elevator isn't moving the way you need it to. "C'mon, c'mon, coME ON!!" you rush out loud as it finally lands to the lobby. Once the door opens enough for you to slip through, you book it. Swinging the building's door open with a bang, you feel the cold wind jolt through you. "Shit, shit, shit." you mumble hugging yourself, running toward Jake's open car door. Jake gives a weak smirk as his bloodied gloved hands rest on the puddle of his stomach.

"Oh my God babeee." you whimper as you touch the bloodied interior of his car door. You jerk your hand away from the wet texture in disgust as you get closer to his awkward sitting position. You kneel only slightly to level yourself to him. Your eyes rapidly assess him as he smiles "You're in your undies." he informs meekly with blood trickling out of his mouth. You shrug, a tee and frilly panties is the least of your troubles. Bringing your hands onto him, you try to assess him deeper. Gently moving his head side to side, blood all in his curls and drying around his ears. Your nose burned as you sniffle, tears freely falling from your cheeks to his bloodied white button down. Unbuttoning 2 of the buttons, when you head to the third he stops you with one hand. The other never leaving the bloody puddle on his stomach. Finally you look at his lovingly brown eyes, "It's okay bebita. M' gonna be okay." he tries to console weakly. A sob betrays you as the situation is the exact opposite of his words. You swat his hand off of yours as you continue to open his shirt, wanting to see how serious the injury is. "Bebita."

"Jake please." you cry.

"I need you to get something from the trunk." he urges instead as he continues to fight you to stop. He places both of his hand on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him again. His eyes give you a firm order, and you suck in a sob as you nod. You lean closer to him to kiss his forehead, "Te amo mi vida." you snivel.

Before he could return the sentiment, you run to the trunk of his car. You hear a click as the trunk unlocks and you lift it. Your watery eyes shot open as realization smacks you like the fool you are. Empty gallons of fake blood scatters the barren trunk. Wiping the smear of blood on your cheek, you bring it to your nose. Smelling in denial as confirmation of the ploy leaves you dumbfounded. You drop your hand and stand there for a few more minutes. "Did you find it mi vida?!" Jake yells. You rub your redden nose as the last tear leaves you, taking one of the empty gallons in your hand. You slam the trunk closed and silently stalk toward his "injured" body.

When you finally stop next to him, he's sporting a bloodied smile. A laugh trying to leave him as he says, "Te amo?".

"AAYYEE MI AMOR!!"he yells as he hugs his head, the empty gallon bouncing off from it and landing on the sidewalk. You storm back to the building not caring about the man behind you anymore. "BEBE IT'S A JOKE!! BEBITAAAA!!! MI AMORRRR!!!" you hear him beckon for you, scurrying to get out his car while in a fit of cackles.

Yeah you're definitely locking him out for the rest of the night.

[gladdygirl18]

Okay okay so uhmmmm..... I feel like I'm gonna cry from how happy and loved I feel rn...... 🥹🥹🥹💖💖 (blue me, pink GF)

So yesterday night, my GF, our 2 friends, and I were watching Fairy Tail (the GMGs specifically), and I started teasing my GF about something that's gonna happen later on in the show (lovingly, ofc). When I got back from getting something to drink, I walked up to my GF and smiled, being a brat. She scoffed and held out her hand (does this whenever she wants me to sit next to her or on her lap). I took her hand and she yanked me onto her lap. A few seconds passed and she started poking my sides before she really started tickling, scribbling across my sides and kissing my neck (I was so happy 🥰😊💖)

When all was said and done, the match between Mirajane and Jenny started and ngl..... I got a bit jealous cuz IK how much my GF loves Mirajane as well as a lot of other women in Fairy Tail..... and it kinda got under my skin. When I told her this before we went to bed, she started teasing me about it, saying "Karma" before tickling me AGAIN 😳💖 (it made me feel better)

Later on that night, I randomly asked my GF, "How do you do it?" She replied with "WDYM?" "I know we're together and normally asking for things or expressing our concerns helps better our communication skills, but..... it's hard for me, y'know?" "Asking for what... in what regard? You mean when I~....?" (Rated R stuff I won't get into) "Not just that, it's...."

Bro when I tell you this conversation was so flustering omgggg 😳🤭🫣 but it has a good ending

"Often times when I'm sad or upset, I.... sometimes want to ask you to.... tickle me cuz it'll cheer me up but.... it's really hard to do that...." My GF turned over and said, AND I QUOTE, "Well, why don't we come up with a word or phrase to tell me you want that, even if there are... prying eyes...."

BROOOOO WTFFF 😳😳😳 I SWEAR TO FUCK I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING WHEN SHE SAID THAT!!!! 🫣🥰🥹💖I AM LITERALLY LIVING OUT MULTIPLE TICKLE FANFICS RN WTFFFF💖💖💖💖

After some thinking, we settled on the phrase "necesito sonreir" which means "I need to smile." Simple yet effective

I swear to fuck I have never been more happy in my life rn, omggggg.💖🫶🏾🥰 Now whenever I want tickles (whether I'm in a good mood or bad mood) I just say that phrase and I get tickles. Omgggg I'm legit tearing up rn, broooo🥹🥹🥹

Yeah so that's my little TT (tickle tea) for the week. I'll probably post more if anything happens after this. Might make a series off this who knows, I'll start tagging these as #tickle tea stories

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles

[softquietsteadylove]

The 10 things I hate about u AU (spice) was so cool! More spice pls? 🤭

Thena looked up at the second strange noise--a little knock against her window. She moved from her bed to the ledge below her window as it happened again. Her jaw dropped.

"You gonna let me in, or what?"

Thena pulled her window open, glaring at him as he left the tree outside her window and actually climbed up onto her roof. "What are you doing here?!"

"You said I could come see you," Gilgamesh had the nerve to pout at her as if he weren't fulfilling that promise quite late in the evening. He pulled a - somewhat crumpled - bouquet of flowers out of his hoodie. "I even came prepared!"

Thena glared at the white roses wrapped in plain brown paper. She ought to have thrown them right in his face and watch him tumble off her roof, really. But she accept them, careful not to crinkle them further, "you had all day to do this. You did not have to come under the cover of night like a cretin."

"Look, I did try coming earlier, but I think your dad is so paranoid about me that I swear all he did all day was sit facing the front walkway waiting for me." Gil slipped in through the window and pulled down his hood, as well as untied his heavy boots as soon as he was inside. "I had to wait until he left before climbing up here."

She didn't have much of an argument for that. It wasn't as if her father would have allowed him in if he brought flowers and seemed a fine young gentleman. "And you couldn't text me that?"

"Hey, you didn't text me either."

Thena buried her nose in the flowers, trying not to seem embarrassed. She had...contemplated it. But the thought of texting him first after their last...encounter... In the end she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"They're nice, right?" he grinned, watching her admire her gift with open enthusiasm. "They're not even from the grocery store--I went to that legit florist that's downtown."

"That's," Thena paused, eyeing the white roses with baby's breath between them and then up at the boy in her room (the first ever). She sighed, "sweet."

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," he added more softly, walking closer to her and leaning his head down. "I wanted to see you, Thena--really. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

It was no business of his if she had just so happened to spend all day in her room 'reading'. It wasn't that she was waiting for him. She would never want to devote such time to a romantic pursuit.

Thena inhaled, letting him kiss her, their lips meeting a little too naturally for her taste. It was as if she was already used to kissing him (enjoying it, even). It was as if the first time they had kissed wasn't literally yesterday.

Gil moved his hands to her cheeks, kissing her more intently.

She pushed at his chest, her ears filling with the sound of her own heart pounding and the crinkling of her bouquet's wrapping.

He blinked at her as they parted, already wearing all over his face what he was feeling. "Shit, you're mad. That's okay, I-"

"Gil," she chided, pressing her finger to his lips again. He smiled. She retracted it, clutching her bouquet and moving to her desk. Her water bottle was still full for a day of 'reading'. She twisted off the top and set the flowers therein. "Have you no patience?"

"Uh, not my specialty," he chuckled, and she had to concur. He eagerly moved over to her again.

She could scold him for expecting kisses every time they were so much as in the same room, now. But the thought left her as he did indeed kiss her again, and he was quite proficient in the use of his lips, she had to admit. Her hands rose to slide up his chest until she heard the clinking of the little trinket around his neck.

Gil wrapped his arms around her as she rose onto her toes and moaned quietly. He held her tightly and it reignited the warmth that had settled within her since yesterday. "C'mere."

Again, she lacked the words to dissuade him as he lifted her faintly and moved them back to her bed. He laid her down against her pillow while he laid over her, the holes in his jeans against the pure white of her duvet.

Thena dragged her hands down his back, under his hoodie but over his t-shirt. Not that she needed to encourage him, but she had to wonder why they were both still clothed. She assumed he came here for a reason, after all.

Gil moved his lips to her neck, and she let out a whimper. She had no idea that the location of a kiss could change things so drastically. And the pleasure this brought her was undeniable. "Thena."

A shiver ran through her, but Gil's body was pressed so close she could feel every inch of him. He was so warm, so solid--so oddly thick for a boy their age. Well, technically he was a man. Her...her something.

Thena breathed more heavily as Gil pressed his palm to her breast over the spaghetti strapped top she wore to bed. But he didn't linger, focusing on moving his hand to the shorts she had to match.

"Do you always dress this cute for bed?"

Thena ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. It kept his head under her jaw, instead of letting him see her blushing. She had sat around all day in a particular outfit, and then had selected this particular sleepwear set. What a fool love made of people.

Gil accepted her lack of answer, slipping his fingers into her shorts like a practised professional. "I'm gonna do this right, Princess."

"What does-!" Thena bit her lip as he found the right spots expertly. Her hips swivelled but he moved with her, stroking and pressing with varying gentility. She was becoming feverish.

"I want you to feel good," he whispered, all but crooning in her ear as he stroked his fingers inside of her.

"I-I...I-" Thena blinked up at her ceiling, completely unable to form the thought. She felt too good, and she was trying not to scream it to the heavens. She pressed her hand to her mouth, breathing as heavily through her nose as she could.

"S'okay, sweetheart, just let it out," Gil cooed, his lips at the hollow of her cheek as he worked her into a frenzy.

Thena moaned into her palm as she came around his fingers. She hadn't expected this from him, but she would be damned if it wasn't good. More than she had ever achieved by her own hand, certainly. She panted, her knees knocking faintly.

Gil pressed a definitive kiss to her cheek. "You good?"

She nodded, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good it was.

"Good," he leaned over into her vision to grin down at her. It wasn't his smug little smirk, though. This was just a regular, ridiculously sincere smile that pushed the apples of his cheeks up to the corners of his eyes. It was annoyingly cute. "I need to prove I can deliver, y'know?"

"Hm?" she blinked. She hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about, and she was still relishing the feeling of her orgasm.

"Look," he sighed, and a familiar and charming blush rose in his cheeks. "I know yesterday was...well, like, I don't think you...liked it as much as I did."

She had come home and collapsed into bed and screamed into her pillow. She had enjoyed it very much, he just wasn't privy to that information.

"So I just wanna make sure it's good for you, I mean," he rushed to explain. He gesticulated with his hand, trying to visibly explain why this was so important to him.

Thena eyed the hand he had just had buried between her legs and averted her eyes at the evidence running down to his wrist. "Yes, yes, I see what you're saying, needless as it is."

Gil looked at what had captured - and then repelled - her interest. He uttered a brief 'oh', and then proceeded to lick the substance with his tongue from the inside of his wrist up to his fingers before popping them into his mouth.

Thena flushed red from her chest and up into her face. "Dont'-!"

"What?" he just blinked at her, completely oblivious to how mortifying it was to witness. "I don't wanna waste it."

This was exactly he wasn't privy to how much she had enjoyed yesterday with him.

She pursed her lips at him, closing her knees, although it emphasized the state of her panties, and to some extent, the shorts themselves. "You achieved what you came to do, then."

"Not yet."

"What else could you possibly want," she huffed at him, but he didn't seem to mind the rude demand. He grinned at her again, licking his lips as he moved over to kiss her again. She whined as she tasted herself on him.

"Come on," he pouted at her, his hands on her knees. "I watched a video for it and everything!"

"I would not call pornography a tutorial."

"Ha-ha, so funny," he rolled his eyes at her. "I mean a real, educational video, Princess. I looked up diagrams."

"Diagrams?" she repeated, swallowing so dryly it was basically a gulp. The tightness below her bellybutton returned as he tapped his fingers against her kneecaps.

"What do you say?" he whispered against her cheek again. He even nipped the shell of her ear, which became inflamed in response. "Let me help you feel even better?"

She had half a mind to tell him to just leave, if all he had come for was to get a leg up on her in the orgasm department. But he started kissing her neck again, and her knees somehow came apart of their own accord. His hand returned to her shorts, just to pull them down past her knees and away.

She had almost expected him to languish in her nakedness and stare like an idiot, or make some boyish comment. But he kissed from the inside of her knee up her thigh, keeping his eyes closed and averted from her complete exposure.

"Try to relax, babe," he whispered to her as he reached the inside of her thigh, his nose brushing against blonde curls. "I promise I'll be gentle."

Thena pressed both hands to her mouth as his tongue resumed the work his fingers had just finished. For a ne'er do well and a delinquent, Gilgamesh had a very talented tongue. He moved in just the right way, responded to her reactions. He pulled back when she flinched and pressed harder when she moaned.

Gil kept one hand hooked around her thigh while the other arm laid over her, pressed above his head and keeping her to the bed and not flailing around. He pressed his lips down and moaned.

Thena moaned louder than she had planned, her shoulders heaving as she tried to control herself. She knew conceptually what this act entailed, but she never could have conceptualised what that would truly mean.

Gil pulled away, seemingly just for air, although he stayed close, kissing her crux of her hips. "You're beautiful, Thena."

She whimpered, her teeth driven into her lower lip. He couldn't say things like that when they were like this, and he was down there, and she was feeling all that.

He returned to his work, pushing his tongue into her again. It felt different from the completely carnal act they had fulfilled yesterday in his room, but this was something different. It felt both filthier and more beautiful, depending on how she thought of it. Not that she could get very far with any of those thoughts.

Gil worked harder for it, sensing her nearing her end. He held her more firmly, but never digging his fingers into her flesh too hard. He also squirmed on top of her duvet, trying to find the best angle for both of them. He was breathing roughly now, probably also in a frenzy.

"Gil," she panted, unable to keep her mouth covered given the air she needed. She bit down on her finger, "Gil, Gil, Gil!"

Her thighs came together naturally in reflex as her second orgasm came over her. But he endured it, letting her ride it out, his head pressed between her legs. At least if she kept him right there then it meant he couldn't really see anything.

She came down from it slowly, unwinding and uncoiling. It was like yesterday, in which all of her usually tense muscles had simply...let go. She couldn't even make a fist as she helplessly rolled to her side and Gil helped her close her legs.

She chose to keep her eyes closed as she heard him licking his lips and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

He crawled over her again, nuzzling her cheek. "Princess?"

She sighed. She wasn't ready to answer him, and like she had been doing all day: he could wait.

"Thena?" he asked again, though, eager for his feedback about whether he was a good lover or not. It felt like a dog wagging his tail at her for a treat.

She let her eyes flutter open and he was staring down at her like she was a work of art or a wonder of the world. If she wasn't already bright red, it was only getting worse the more he looked at her like that. "What?"

She had tried to huff and puff at him like she always did. But the one sharp intended question only made him beam at her like she'd made some great love confession. She almost scrambled to correct herself from whatever she had just exposed to him.

But he leaned down, turning her chin so he could kiss her properly. "Glad you liked it."

She wished she could glare at him, but she was so...sated. She barely lifted her head off the pillow as he leaned back. "I did not say that."

"Yeah," he shrugged, looking a little too happy with himself, "but if it was bad, you would'a just said so."

Was that what he thought of her? Well, that was true, but still. Thena dragged herself up into a sitting position, keeping her legs together and tugging the edge of her top down over herself in hopes of retaining a scrap of modesty. "That paints a rather unflattering picture of me."

Gilgamesh looked at her, smiling gently and looking at her directly with those deep brown eyes he had. "Any picture of you is breathtaking."

Thena blushed, horrified that sitting in front of him half naked was not the reason for her embarrassment.

Gil leaned over, kissing her again. He pressed his forehead to hers, "can I-"

"Thena?"

Gil threw himself off the bed while Thena pulled her throw up from the foot of the bed and over her lap. She was panting and bright red--very inconspicuous.

"Are you--oh!" Sersi froze as soon as she saw the state of her sister. Her eyes dashed to the bed, to the boots left by the window, to the flowers on the desk. She made a face, "you need to hide the evidence better."

And with that, she closed the door behind her and was gone.

Thena threw herself back against her pillows. She would never live this down so long as they both lived.

Gil peeked up from the far side of her bed, a devillish curve to his eyebrow, "guess we've been found out, huh?"

"I should be grateful," Thena sighed. That it was her sympathetic sister and not a certain monster in the downstairs study.

"I'll go."

She turned her head toward him, lying against her pillows with her hair splayed around her. Gil leaned down and kissed her again. She eyed the visible discomfort around the front of his jeans. "You really snuck in here for nothing in return?"

He shrugged though, retrieving his boots, which they had indeed forgotten to hide in the slightest. "I get the sense that I'm a little early for us to be undisturbed."

Thena sat up again at least, still with her throw covering her from the waist down. "Perhaps your bed is better for this kind of...rendevouz."

He smiled at her, zipping up his hoodie and pulling up the hood again, "or you could let me take out on a date, like a regular couple."

That was harder to agree upon than whose bed they should use for secretive and illicit love making.

Gil sighed, holding his tongue if he had any disagreements. He came back to her side one more time to kiss her cheek. He was surprised when she turned more to capture his lips, but he was gentle about it. When he pulled back it was slowly, tapping his thumb against her cheekbone. "Think about it, sweetheart."

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

the promised thoughts about wblue

okay so i DID very much go and rewatch it lmaoooooo so first half is like thoughts i was thinking last night and then a liveblog-ish with different subs than the ones i watched yesterday. also i tried to write out the lyrics of the song but there some parts i definitely missed

when your entire infrastructure apparently rests on one (1) laptop working and your fucking president destroys it (instead of the alien who is causing brainwashing) for his little retainer

said retainer put a fucking shoe in your president's face the first time he met him, btw

said retainer was also like a TOUGH GUY once upon a time, with a real life of crime where he made counterfeit money, but he saw a man so beautiful (that was into a cashless society) and went "okay time to be silly :3"

also when you have a filter on your flashback that starts lifting only when you decide to follow this nerd who can build tech really well

also also when the sparks of a VERY IMPORTANT LAPTOP just have this cherry blossom feel instead of what was probably supposed to be bad-assery. was that just me? might have just been me. anyways.

BUT LIKE. YANMA DECIDED THAT THE ENTIRE COUNTRY. THE WHOLE THING. LESS IMPORTANT THAN SHIOKARA. i dunno if the other kings would make that decision. like i think himeno, rita, kaguragi, and jeramie would go for defeating hilbil. but also i'm not sure if the other retainers would use the lie detector like that. gira MIGHT destroy a country for like the orphanage kids tho.

i wanna see the history books of this like what is jeramie gonna WRITE for this. "so the bisexual yanma gast, against the uchu jester hilbil, chose his retainer shiokara over the country"

not that jeramie would know this but the fact the hacker gang instantly transferred loyalty to yanma was very funny, considering that they were yelling at shiokara after the time skip

something something yanma being more presidential (think that gira hype scene) is in a coat of a similar style to yankii!shiokara's

i did legit think they had known each other since childhood but i guess toei wanted more homoeroticism than that. cause like. this would have been about say…7 years of knowing each other? 2 years of timeskip, let's say yanma was president for about 3 years cause he DID know racles before the show started proper, and 2 years or so to be able to TAKE that president role cause i DOUBT they beat up that old man and immediately started running the country

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when KAGURAGI says to prioritize taking back n'kosopa and then like. no

no seriously why is your ENTIRE FUCKING INFRASTRUCTURE dependent on ONE LAPTOP not breaking i don't think that's even how it WORKS don't you have to destroy cables and stuff too like if this computer goes does it self destruct the internet cables or did the n'kosopaians have no internet for three seconds and go on a rampage

when yanma is the wise king supposedly but also uses his face instead of i dunno his HANDS to block shiokara's stomping foot on the laptop. you know. that laptop he will break FOR THE GUY WHO WAS GOING TO BREAK IT

MY NERD ASS WILL BEAT YOUR YANKII WAYS, says the guy who will become more yankii and for the most part less nerdy over the years

yanma doesn't even fucking move. he KNOWS shiokara won't hit him

hey not to be dark cupid AGAIN about this. but. maybe if you had KISSED HIM HERE you wouldn't have needed to destroy your country

shiokara gives very "shoves nerd against a locker" vibes as yanma keeps resisting the other guy

the song "zero to hero" but like "zero to one" instead

ENGLISH LYRICS (GUESSING): no one can change destiny, (yeah?) but life is all uncertain(ly?) and we must be bullshit. i can tell you a to z [FIST PUNCH SOUND] turn on the radio tune into your heart(?) oh, i don't care(?) my life is gone, so take it back and away(?) what's wrong? (or won't you run) so what i'm still alive [hilblil talking] hard times coming [more talking] i'm still alive and the music's coming [talking] i'm still alive and {???} tonight {???} you can't go

shiokara has MADE HIS DECISION and it's following yanma watching someone go super gay in front of your very eyes

the way hilbil is like "ew. yaoi. cut it out"

THE MUSIC FOR ALL OF IT THO

yanma will not go to the top without shiokara. at all. his loyal slack-jawed tanuki MUST be by his side

gira: …………i guess i can understand being that gay yeah

YANMA HAD TO DO IT. FOR SHIOKARA. HIS SILLY RABBIT yeah i'm normal about this mhm

when you're like OH NO THE WHOLE COUNTRY. FOR ME.

when you were moved by something you couldn't see……..I UNDERSTAND YOUR SUBTEXT

THANK YOU AND SORRY SOMEDAY YOU'LL SAY THOSE WORDS THROUGH TEARS AGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

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Can we please speak about Mile’s very outspoken way of flattering Apo every chance he gets and how he had no fear and was like this from the very first time he met Apo again on auditions, how he was not embarrassed one bit to let Apo know that he is indeed still as Gorgeous as always. Like we all know that Apo is beautiful, gorgeous & handsome and I believe Apo knows this as well but for some reason by the way that he speaks up until he met Mile he never quite heard it from his male counterparts or more on a sincere level so it was a shock at having such a Gorgeous man as Mile be so blunt I think he even mentions that he thought Mile was thinking out loud and ended up saying it loudly lol. But Mile was legit admiring Apo and being 100% real with Apo, which leads me to the fact that after they were both casted for their perspective roles and they started to bond it’s sooo easy to picture this Mile throwing more complements that lead to endearments… how so at ease he made Apo feel how by being Mile he let Apo be his touchy lovely person with him and he he knew that Mile was not going to mind one bit. But yeah MileApo Soulmates :)

Here is a vid basically confirming that what Apo wants Apo gets lmao

https://twitter.com/apocurves/status/1569871901287383040?s=46&t=igpZ6OwoogF-0LNwrl2Cww

they're so cute

Mile truly said: fate gave me a second chance and I'm gonna use it to kiss this beautiful man at the audition and tell him how handsome he is at every opportunity, which I was too shy to the first time around 🥰

Mile also said: the wallet is only open for Apo

also the mutual tiddies out look lmfao

me constantly at people: do they keep calling each other handsome because they're flirting or are they just stating the facts because it's true?? 🧐🤔 is it flirting if they're just stating the truth?!