#lowkey ship them

[depressed-emoji]

rick just a reminder that you're not writing cross fandom wattpad fics. you're writing actual books that millions of people read.

lowkey ship them tho-

[talesofthedm]

Alright so Shadowhearts dad is possibly a lycanthrope, right? (I've seen some debate on whether the wolf was a legit part of the memory or a manipulation).

Anyway, Shadowheart inheriting the power and panicking because she is suddenly the thing she fears most and has no idea how to control it and Halsin just being soft and gentle and helping her understand this new side of her 🥺

[hamable]

Riz giving Fabian disadvantage while getting a gold tattoo in hell is killing me for two reasons:

1. Fabian receives disadvantage on remaining calm and conscious because his best friend can’t stop making nervous eye contact, and

2. Said best friend is canonically covered in less-than-advisable tattoos of clues from a previous adventure.

BONUS

3: Riz immediately passes out

[beastlymessofmine]

they’re canonically matchy-matchy btw just a reminder

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

Day 2

"Has he done this before?"

[zzoupz]

canon lesbians

[ingravinoveritas]

Not Radio Times writing an entire article focused on Michael and David kissing and adding things like this. I see you, Radio Times...

[rexscanonwife]

I don't know if anyone else has done something like this but I've wanted to do it for a little while now, it's sort of a play on the art vs artist trend but it's a self insert vs self version! ^ 0 ^

Feel free to do one of your own and tag me if you feel like it, but I really just wanted to do it for fun! 💖🫶💖

[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

Okay but this scene in the intro is so short but means so much imo?? We NEVER see Nanami being anything other than stoic and responsible. But here, he holds the cold coke can against Yu's face, making the other boy flinch at the cold and laugh.

Like it's such a small thing but idk I think it really speaks volumes about how Nanami felt about Haibara. He was his best friend and his partner for missions. I guarantee Yu saw sides of Nanami that nobody else saw. Heard the normally quiet and reserved Kento laugh or crack an awkward joke.

They're so golden retriever/black cat coded like ffs

[slccpiehead]

god we need Will.

[courtney-deserved-better]

rayne this, juliayne that. what about wintern (wayne x intern)

[zishuge]

Why are you helping me? Because someone like you shouldn't just die here like this. Story of Kunning Palace (2023) | Ep. 38 – Zhang Zhe protecting Xie Wei

[shiningqueen]

I'll say everything and nothing. / NSFW Mihawk x afab!reader

WELL, I turned my sad thoughts into smut. Lowkey this is definitely just Fay-coded because I'm a simp. Just written in second tense for practice, also for inclusiveness for others to enjoy.

rating: NSFW / explicit / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT cw: PinV intercourse, not many explicit terms used otherwise. characters: Mihawk x afab!reader

You have never said I love you.

It is not for a lack of wanting, or the absence of such ardent feelings. You loved deeply, fully, with everything you could possibly give.

There is something to those three words that stick in your throat. The depth of their meaning and implications, the almost taboo nature of uttering them openly to your beloved. You cant say them. Not yet. Not yet.

Even now, bare flesh and tangled in sheets and skin with the hot luff of mingled breaths between you, impassioned and thrumming with ecstasy; you do not speak them. You mouth silent words against his sweat slick collarbone, vision lost to darkness as your mind swam hazy with euphoria. It is never those words but you imagine imprinting synonymous phrases on his flesh. Admissions of adoration and praise, terms of endearment that meant so much more beyond 'lover' or 'darling.' Secrets scarcely given oxygen to be formed as your lips grazed up along his throat -

Until a firm hand gripped your hair and pulled you back, forcing your eyes open to meet the piercing stare of Dracule Mihawk.

"Eyes on me, starling." The rough drawl of his voice is thick with wanting, eyes eclipsed to the first dark ring with a thin rim of gold remaining. His fist in your hair is firm but still gentle and the steady rhythm of his hips grinding between your spread thighs slows to an almost torturous pace. A groan tearing from his throat as he savors the slick drag of your bodies together.

Mihawk is ravenous for the way you come apart for him, so raw and desperate are the hitched sounds you make and the earnest expressions on your face are forever ingrained in his mind. As you whine and writhe beneath him in wanton throes, he leans down to taste the salt-sweet sweat beading along your throat and pinches his teeth into your pulse point. The resulting full body convulsion that tears through you, paired with the strangled sound caught in your vocal chords, has him growling.

"Beautiful," he sighs with reverent indulgence, gaze flickering to your flushed face and parted lips in time to catch them utter some unknown phrase. He kisses whatever breath remains in your lungs away, errantly thinking about all the other instances he'd caught you mumbling phrases and words in another language. He never heard them, it was only your mouth forming consonants and vowels but never giving them actual voice.

He keeps his thrusts languid and unhurried, slides his free hand along your thigh and hikes it up higher against his hip, so he can sink deeper into the warmth of your core. "Tell me," Mihawk murmurs against your mouth, "what is that you are trying to say, querida?" The endearment slips out like honey, laced with his deep seated affection for you.

You choke on a sound, a word, you aren't certain. Every nerve is firing off with endorphins as you lay there trapped beneath him, feeling the shift of his muscles beneath your hands as they wander over him. "F-feels good," you manage to stutter out, because those other words are still glued onto the back of your tongue. They wont dare come forth, even if he tormented you all night, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion but never over it.

"Mhmm," Mihawk hums his agreement, relishing in the pleasurable throb at the base of his spine every time he sinks into you, still in absolutely no hurry to chase his end. He knows you're lying to him. The tangle of his fingers in your hair loosens and he glides that hand over the curve of your jaw, along your neck and down to your clavicle in a doting stroke. "What else, songbird?" He prompts, palm cupping your breast with his thumb circling the peaked nub of your nipple. You keen at the touch and eagerly roll your hips up against his, eyes rolling to stare blankly at the ceiling.

"Mihawk," his name is a whimper, wanting to drown in the pulse of euphoria but damn, the seductive husk of his voice is threatening to unwind that damned confession from its prison.

The swordsman makes another wondering sound, "Yes, mi vida? Let me hear you."

Your thighs spasm when you feel his hand drift further downwards to start rubbing tight circles against the bud of your arousal, a desperate cry making your lungs hurt from the force behind it. When your sight returns to his face, the intensity of his expression makes your navel clench in a delightful way. "Stars," you gasp and dig blunt nails into his bicep. Finally you dare to utter just one of the phrases you'd long been using in place of 'I love you.'

"[You are my everything.]"

It was nonsense to Mihawk, as he didnt fully understand the foreign language you spoke but he could gleam the sincerity in them, the raw ardor in their shaky pronounciation. He doesnt let up on touching you fevrently, the pace of his thrusts quickening just enough. "And what-" he trails kisses along your jaw to the shell of your ear, "does that mean, dear?" His breath is warm and damp as it rushes out from between his lips.

"Hah," you chuff, squirming as your climax rises up with every passing moment, "it means, exactly what is said."

It wasnt the answer he was looking for, but he couldnt deny enjoying the clever way you had with words, even in bed. However, any further attempts to coax honesty from you are abandoned for the moment, lost beneath the rising tide of orgasm that takes you both in succession. You tip over first- twitching and clutching at him fiercely, incoherent from the overstimulation. Mihawk groans in the wake of you clenching so tightly around him, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

You embrace him when he settles his weight over your chest, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as your breathing and pulse slowly steady. Letting the haze of desire dissipate with every heartbeat.

Later - after you separate and clean up, wrapping around each other under the covers, Mihawk nips playfully at your shoulder. You giggle and pinch him in retort, but he surprises you when he repeats those same foreign words you'd muttered before. Not mimicked quite perfectly but the attempt is there.

"Do you.. Even know what you're saying?" You ask softly, throat tight.

He hums, repeats the phrase slower, a pensive crease in his dark brows. "I have an idea of their meaning." A pause and then, "Will you ever tell me?"

Mihawk stares at you imploringly, with an edge of knowing in his bright eyes, but you only smile secretly and lean in to kiss him sweetly. "One day, I might be persuaded." You tell him impishly.

"Persuaded?" He echoes wryly and squeezes you closer to him, "As you wish, starling."

[luthor-s]

Kitty & her LI’s → Taylor Swift folklore lyrics

[wackydoggs]

season 2 of clone high might have killed joanfk and spat on its corpse but i still love this ship with all of my heart, even if the show does not LOL

[infizero-draws]

QUICK haters are asleep, post MOUNDERS YAOI