#my baby my love my angel my world i love you so dearly

[jjanguri]

ZHANG HAO all kill, from BOYS PLANET to ZEROBASEONE first win!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our most talented center, our ace, ZHANG HAO!

[anikaluv]

ANGELITA —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!1610) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: adopting a puppy 🩷

❤︎︎ summary: Reader and Miles (e!1610) adopting a puppy headcannons

❤︎︎ w/c: 500

❤︎︎ a/n: Decided to make 2 parts cause the first part had me thinking lmao

PART ONE

❤︎ E!1610 MILES always notices the radiant grin on your face whenever you come across people with dogs, and he loves how you can't resist petting them

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who notes that most posts you like on insta have cute lil’ pups in ‘em

❤︎ E!1610 MILES agreeing to take to you the pet shelter the day you ask even though he had a date prepped to surprise you there in 2 weeks

❤︎ E!1610 MILES walked into the pet shelter and immediately knew it’ll be a hard decision because every puppy was downright cute to the both of you

❤︎ E!1610 MILES accompanies you as you check out each puppy one by one, but he hasn't found a connection with any of them yet

❤︎ E!1610 MILES heart starting to race when the employee walks in with the last puppy coated in fluffy soft fur saying, “This is our last one, she’s a bit smaller than the others.”

❤︎ E!1610 MILES trying to get the puppy to come to him, saying “C’mere, angelita!” , and when the puppy turned her neck and ran towards Miles pouncing on him and liking his face, the name had stuck

❤︎ E!1610 MILES stays up all night with Angelita, helping her adjust to your apartment and ensuring she feels safe and loved

❤︎ E!1610 MILES immediately getting the apartment puppy proofed because he’ll be damned to let anything hurt his baby

❤︎ E!1610 MILES trying to teach Angelita tricks and when she finally gets one down he jumps for joy like an excited little girl

❤︎ E!1610 MILES heart breaking when he has to hold Angelita down at the vet and she’s sobbing

❤︎ E!1610 MILES denying that he was tearing up when you two were saying goodbye to Angelita on her first day of doggy school

❤︎ E!1610 MILES struggles to focus on work when Angelita constantly demands tummy rubs, and he happily obliges

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who updates 30 pictures a day of Angelita to his private album called “daddy’s little angel”

❤︎ E!1610 MILES can't resist picking up Angelita every time she whines, easily falling for her charm

❤︎ E!1610 MILES trying to not to be jealous when he introduces Angelita to Ganke and she warms up to him INSTANTLY (a little too quickly according to Miles)

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who pouts when you have to lecture him about giving Angelita too many treats (he can’t help it)

❤︎ E!1610 MILES pets Angelita while she whines, feeling guilty about chewing through his new Jordans during her teething phase

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who is not scared to go next door and shout at the neighbors to turn their TV down because Angelita is scared of loud noises

❤︎ E!1610 MILES always spoils Angelita with the newest collars, leashes, toys, and anything she might enjoy

❤︎ E!1610 MILES apologizing profusely when you tease him about whether he loves you or Angelita more, knowing that he loves you both dearly

❤︎ E!1610 MILES sadly watches as Angelita struggles to make friends with other puppies at the dog park, reminding him of his own early days at Visions Academy

❤︎ E!1610 MILES hissing when he tried slipping into his spider suit one day and Angelita shat in it

❤︎ E!1610 MILES heart warming while sitting on the couch watching tv with you two; realizing he has the two cutest things in the world right next to him

ENDING A/N: This is my first Miles (e!1610) fic, so I might not have his personality right all the way yet lol

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[ahsxual]

Good evening/morning/afternoon

Could you possibly do a patrick Verona headcannon with an s/o who loves taking care of people, constantly baking things and buying gifts and they're like the parent of the group with basically a never ending supply of everything (plasters, scarves, blankets, medicine etc) in a huge bag

Thank you!!

Pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Patrick instantly felt a strange, yet comforting feeling towards you once he noticed that you genuinely care for others: you somehow reminded his late grandfather and how he used to be so caring with him as well

He couldn't stop imagine himself with you by his side and how you would take care of each other so dearly. After all, that's all he wanted: someone who truly cares for him and knows him well, without any kind of judgment. Our poor baby just wants to be loved, be understood and love back

You eventually discovered that Patrick is actually a great cooker, so you usually bake things together and have lots of fun, since he can't hold himself to make a joke here and there

He loved spoiling you with gifts himself, so you both often fight for other's attention to prove who loves the other more, until you realized that gifts meant nothing in comparison to your physical love and deep emotional bond

Patrick considers himself the “father“ of his friend group, not allowing them to get drunk or get hurt in parties, so it was funny when you told him everyone sees you as the "Mom Friend" of the group as well. You definitely hear your friends calling you the parents of the friend group, and how you both would be so protective of your own children

He also finds it funny the fact that you carry a kit of first supplies with you, saying that you care way too much for others and how is it possible for someone to be as kind as you

"I'm not religious princess, but you're definitely convincing me that angels actually exist." or "My girlfriend/boyfriend is a goddamn nurse?! I must have won the lottery! " he would say to you, making you blush at his funny compliments towards you

Patrick genuinely feels so lucky to have you as his romantic partner and is so proud of you... he wouldn't change you for no one or anything in this world

[lunaflowers]

making up (yandere!chanyeol)

pairing: yandere!chanyeol x reader word count: 1.7k genre: smut, angst, yandere synopsis: after an especially violent punishment, chanyeol decides that he wants to make things up to you warnings: yandere, abuse, past physical abuse, cunnilingus, dom!chanyeol, sub!reader, daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, victim blaming a/n: this is a yandere story, meaning it contains many dark elements. please heed the warnings and don't read this fic if this type of content makes you uncomfortable. i do not condone the behavior exhibited in this fic and i don't believe the member(s) featured would either.

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You stretched out your bare legs, examining the faint purple and blue marks littered across them. They were only just becoming visible, just as Chanyeol said they would. You knew he hadn’t meant to leave you so bruised up, he never meant to. He was just so passionate, so full of emotion and it burst out of him in unexpected, violent ways at times. He couldn’t help it.

Besides, you were no angel either. You could be difficult, stubborn, selfish. It’s what Chanyeol said to you constantly. He repeated the words with venom on his lips whenever you made him angry. It was your fault he had to get violent with you, your fault he had to discipline you, your fault for being such a bitch, a cunt, for acting like a slut, for being too friendly with his group members, for meeting up with your friends behind his back. It was always you who did something to provoke such a reaction from him.

You heard the door to the apartment being unlocked, and you quickly covered your legs with your long skirt. Chanyeol didn’t like being reminded of what he’d done to you during one of his violent fits and you didn’t want to upset him again.

Your boyfriend entered holding a single rose in one hand, and his keys in the other. You got up to greet him and when you did he held the flower out to you, head down, almost shyly, like a teenager confessing to his crush for the first time.

“For you,” he mumbled, and you took it with a grin, taking a whiff of the flower while he closed the door behind him, locking it securely. The door locked from the inside as well as the outside for your protection, according to Chanyeol. From deranged saesangs to run-of-the-mill paparazzi, who knew what kind of trouble you could run into if you were out in the world, all by yourself. Chanyeol wanted to protect you from all that. He was always so considerate of your safety and you were so grateful to him for it.

“Thank you,” you said, as he pulled you into his arms, squashing you in one of his signature Chanyeol cuddles, lifting you off the ground slightly and putting you back down again. His large body enveloped you completely and there was nowhere in the world you felt safer.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, breathing warmly into your neck, “I lost my temper again and… I shouldn’t have let myself take it that far.” He pulled back and locked his large eyes with yours. “Will you forgive me?”

You could see in his face how awful he felt, how he’d been beating himself up over what he’d done to you. Despite his flaws, he was a good person. And he loved you dearly, more than anyone ever had or would, you knew that. 

“Of course,” you said, and you saw his face light up with a smile. He kissed you on the mouth, lifting you up again as he did so and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but smile too, breaking the kiss and letting out a little giggle.

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he said mischievously, putting you down and grabbing you around the wrist, pulling you towards the bedroom that the two of you shared.

“Right now?”

He didn’t say a word as he began to pull your skirt and top off and pushed you onto the bed. You had no bra on, and you lay there in front of him in nothing but a pair of panties. He eyed you up and down. You could see his eyes lingering on the burgeoning bruises that were everywhere and you felt suddenly self-conscious.  You knew he loved your body but you hated him seeing you like some broken little doll.

Before you had a chance to speak, Chanyeol reached out and touched one of the bruises on your thighs lightly, a look of regret on his face.

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling yourself up onto your elbows. You wanted to assuage his guilt in any way that you could. “It doesn’t hurt much.”

“I know you’re trying to make me feel better,” he said, still running his fingers softly over one of your bruises. “But even so, I really hate it when you fucking lie to me.” He wrapped his large hand around your thigh and dug his thumb into a particularly dark purple patch there and you yelped in pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cried out, and Chanyeol released his grip on your leg. 

“Did it hurt?”

You nodded, tears filling your eyes. 

“Good,” he said, kneeling down between your legs. “That’s what happens when you lie to me. About anything.” He pulled your panties down your legs and threw them on the ground beside him. He then pulled your legs apart and stared close up at your already soaked cunt.

“Dirty girl,” he smirked, “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?” He was running his fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around.

“Yes,” you admitted, shamefaced.

In response to this, Chanyeol gave your pussy a smack that made you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You fucked up little whore,” Chanyeol continued with another sharp smack. “You know that this pussy was made to be used and abused by me, right?”

“Uh-huh,” you said, shakily.

“I can’t fucking hear you,” Chanyeol said, sticking two of this long fingers into your cunt at the same time. God knows you were wet enough but it still stung a little.

“Yes Chanyeol,” you said, breathlessly, “My pussy was made for you.”

“Good girl.” He began kissing you up your thigh while kneading your breasts with his hands. He kept using his lips and tongue around your cunt, but not on it.  Every time he would get close, he would move away again. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused and were starting to feel resentful of the way he was teasing you.

“Chan…” you said, breathless with desire. “Don’t torture me here.”

He stopped, removing his lips from your outer labia and for a second you wondered if you’d annoyed him before you heard him chuckle.

“Oh? Is my baby feeling eager? Does she want daddy to eat her slutty pussy and make her feel good?”

So that was it. He wanted you to call him daddy. You hated it, and he knew how much you hated it and honestly it seemed to turn him on that you hated it so much, degrading you by making you say it.

“Yes…” you said, the word daddy catching in your throat. “Sir.” You hoped it would be enough, but really you knew he would get what he wanted. Chanyeol always got what he wanted.

“Hmm, I don’t think you want it bad enough, kitten,” he said, blowing cool air on your clit, making you feel the absence of him even more.

“Nooo,” you protested, “I do want it… daddy.” You said the last word hesitantly and he smirked. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What was that again? Does my baby want daddy to eat her slutty pussy or not?” Chanyeol asked devilishly, while inserting one finger into you and taking it out again after a few pumps.

“Daddy,” you said, louder this time, while moaning out at the intrusion, “Please… I want you to eat my slutty pussy, daddy,” you repeated the word for good measure. It was becoming slightly more comfortable on your tongue now, or perhaps you were just that desperate.

Chanyeol smiled, “You’re so pretty when you’re obedient. I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He leaned forward and made contact with your clit for the first time, licking it and then suckling it gently.

You moaned, arching your back as Chanyeol kept on at it. He was so talented with his mouth and tongue, so attuned to your body, hitting every spot that made you whimper and whine.

“Daddy, oh daddy…” you moaned out, not feeling an ounce of shame anymore. All you wanted was for Chanyeol to keep doing what he was doing and you’d say anything to make sure he did.

“Yes princess?,” he said, in between licks and suckles.

“I- I’m just… That feels so good,” you replied, completely out of sorts. 

He reached up and grabbed one of your hands, interlacing his finger with yours as he continued to eat you out. You were squeezing it with all your might as the pleasure between your legs grew, but he didn’t seem to feel a thing.

“Oh, god, yes, Daddy…” you mewled. The way you were crying out was making him more ravenous. It was animalistic, his want for you. He became sloppier, harsher. He inserted two fingers into your cunt, finding your sweet spot immediately. God, he was so fucking good at knowing your body.

Your hips were bucking desperately now and Chanyeol had to let go of your hand, using his own to grab one of your hips and hold it down. You were so close, so close, to your orgasm and you could only hope that Chanyeol wasn’t in the mood to edge you today. You didn’t think you could handle it.

“Daddy!” You almost shouted, on the verge of desperation now,”I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum…”

Chanyeol responded to this by redoubling his efforts, groaning into your clit as he finger fucked you. “Come, princess, I wanna taste it.”

It was only a few more seconds before you reached your climax, your body tensing and then releasing so that you could feel it in every inch of your body. You convulsed slightly, the pleasure so powerful. Chanyeol watched from his vantage point between your legs, your breasts shaking as you did.

He got up and got onto the bed with you as you came down from your high, wrapping you in his arms once again. He kissed you on the forehead and cheek, pulling the comforter of the both of you.

“Thanks, Chanyeol,” you said, now that you were back in your right senses.

He smirked and kissed you again. “Everything’s going to be good from now on,” he said, “You’re gonna be a good girl and you won’t make me do bad things to you, right?”

“I’ll be good,” you said, both to him and yourself. You knew you needed to be better. You hate the way you provoked him.

“I know,” Chanyeol said, with nothing but sweetness in his voice. “Because if you don’t, I’ll have to bruise that pretty face of yours up too.”

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[tatumrileyslover]

Please Take Me Anywhere But Home

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Sejanus Plinth Headcannons ˚୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x Capital!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing really it’s just fluffy, lil bit of self doubt from Sejanus, wintertime, small mention of the war :P

A/N: this is a small apology for pt2 of Capital Don’t Cry taking so long, this is kinda inspired by take me anywhere but home by Seulgi (my love) you’ll all need some cute Sejanus fluff before the angst of the next part (also none of this is proofread)

ೀ Sejanus is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever

ೀ is 100% a caregiver

ೀ you feel slightly ill he's making sure you're tucked up in bed and Ma will send an entire basket of homemade pastries

ೀ he's definitely a neat freak

ೀ if you hurt yourself in anyway at all, he has something for it

ೀ your stomach hurts, he has painkillers

ೀ you cut yourself, he has bandages

ೀ you have a killer migraine, he somehow has some morphling to help ease the pain.

ೀ and he tops it all off with a forehead kiss

ೀ definitely a paranoid type

ೀ knows you would cheat on him ever, but the second he sees you talking to someone else, he's immediately insecure

ೀ I think he feels he's not good enough for you

ೀ a successful Capital citizen, your family is very powerful, you already had your foot in some of the business your family owned.

ೀ he was just him, no matter how hard he tried, he'd never be seen as Capital, he was the black sheep of his family and the black sheep in the Academy

ೀ you never cared about his background

ೀ at the Academy he was the only person you met who wasn't self-centred and vain and that was really fucking attractive

ೀ probably thought you were only trying to be his friend because of a friend or something

ೀ definitely a bit cautious of you at first but that man is head over heels in no time

ೀ definitely the type to buy you flowers and a teddy bear

ೀ let's be honest you probably have a collection of teddy bears from every date you've ever been on

ೀ definitely love physical touch

ೀ always walking round hand in hand

ೀ loves walking you from class to class, just the feeling of your small hand in his makes his heart soar

ೀ he's also big on forehead kisses

ೀ he's definitely embarrassed of his Ma the first time you meet

ೀ she's pulling out the photo albums, all Sejanus's baby pictures on display

ೀ he genuinely wants the world to swallow him whole in that moment

ೀ assumes (incorrectly) that you'll see him as inferior, since you're seeing photos of him when he was in the district

ೀ it honestly makes you fall in love with him more, getting to see him in his childhood home

ೀ that night he walks you back to your apartment, snow falling, walking hand in hand

The Capital look beautiful at this time of year, arguably more than usual with Sejanus by your side. The cold breeze that left the tip of your nose red to the plush scarf Sejanus insisted you wear on your walk back to your apartment. The snow crunched beneath your feet, bring back memories of your childhood. Innocent memories of winters past spent making angels in the snow and the bleak, grim wintertime during the war. Although the snow brought unpleasant memories, it also brought you him.

His soft black hair had begun to turn white, sprinkled with powdery flakes. His Ma insisted he wear a woollen hat but he tore it off the second he was out of her sight. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed all night, she immediately took you in as if you were family, showing you all the family photos, including ones of him as a child.

He looked so cute, seeing him back in his home back in District Two. His Ma told stories of their town and flaunted photos of the picturesque mountains they lived near. Ma Plinth was proud of her home, and you could tell she missed it dearly. You wished you had the same type of bond with your home like she did but the Capital wasn't a place to be proud of. You felt like a songbird stuck in a cage, only to be ogled at. You wanted to be free, that's what drew you to Sejanus in the first place, he was a breath of fresh air. Lost in thought, you slowed down a bit.

"Are you alright?" Sejanus looked a bit concerned, he was convinced that his Ma's sales pitch of District Two had completely turned you off. He was almost certain that you'd never speak to him again after tonight. You turned you head to him happily humming examining his red cheeks.

"I was thinking..." Sejanus froze in his tracks, turning to face you, fearing the worst. His heart melted when he heard what came out of your mouth.

"After we graduate from the Academy, if you'd like to take a trip to Two, you could show me around the place, I'd love to learn more about where you grew up,"

"You want to visit District Two?" Sejanus was shocked, thinking the idea of visiting the districts would never cross your mind.

"Well, your Ma made one hell of a sales pitch, it sounds like the most beautiful place," you're soft hands pushed some hair out of his eyes, resting softly on his cheek, "you don't talk about it often and I know how important it is to you, I want to learn more about your life before you came here," Sejanus's hand covered your own, he looked at you in awe, he couldn't have dreamt up a better partner.

"Are you sure you want to?" You smiled brightly, nodding while pulling him closer to you. It was like a scene out of a movie, the snowflakes continued to fall in clusters across the quiet streets of the Capital, the entire city fell silent. His brown eyes bore into your soul, his hands tenderly cradled the back of your neck, pulling you in swiftly to unite your lips. He couldn't help but smile throughout the kiss, happiness radiating within him. He pulls back gently, his hand resting on your cheek, carefully examining your face.

"I'd go anywhere with you, just take me anywhere but home."

[sinister-things]

Yandere ROTTMNT Headcanons

NOTE: I do not support this behavior in real life. This post is made for entertainment purposes ONLY. Everything in this post(and beyond) should always stay fictional. Please seek professional help if you or a loved one are experiencing any of these behaviors.

This post was inspired by @pianocat939 's headcanons

Also ⚠️TW⚠️: Mentions of stalking, murder, kidnapping, manipulation, and body restraints

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Raph

Dependent + Protective

Everytime you visit the lair, he's dragging you to the training room to show you the newest move he learned

He just gets so much comfort when you're around! He feels so warm and safe!

But, overtime, he becomes dependent on your attention. He secretly follows you places without you knowing

Treats you like glass. Is super afraid to hurt you

Which results in babying you to the extreme. Basically deludes himself into believing you can't do anything by yourself

If he needs to go anywhere(like patrol or something) he has one of his brother's watch you

If you ever escape, he's sent into a rampage that not even his brother's can tame

"Hun, where are you? You're freakin' me out!"

Overall, he's very suffocating, but he means well... if locking you away in the sewers is your definition of well

Leo

Manipulative + Dependent

Master of mind games

He won't admit it, but he feels useless

So, to make himself feel better, he makes himself useful... by making you feel helpless

The reason he manipulates is because he want's you to see him as your knight in shining armor

Anything could trigger an obsession. Likely some kind of heart-to-heart interaction

If you're someone who isn't manipulated easily, he will up the ante

I imagine he'd snap if he found out one of your friends had a thing for you

He's 100% killing your friend

Then he's coming to your house to whisk you away

Don't bother trying to hide. He'll find you

"There you are, princess! Don't cry– your knight is here!"

You're his little darling, all vulnerable without him guiding you

Donnie

Obsessive + Controlling

Poor Othello Von Ryan felt that his inventions weren't enough for his family(but he would never admit that)

You asked about one of his inventions and he immediately became an excited little boy on christmas morning

Praise him. Tell him he did a good job. He's weak at the knees

Finally, someone sees his genius!

He rarely shows emotion. But when he's alone, a dark voice drives him mad with horrible thoughts

You're just so precious! You mean the world to him!

Tends to stare. He likes to admire you but would never make eye contact

However, if you resist him, he won't hesitate to punish you

However, he's smart and thinks about aforementioned punishment. He wants to find the best way to break you

He's knows what he's doing is illegal and you don't like it, but he doesn't care

Get's jealous very easily

Either he'll kill those... pests or his tech will

"I don't express my feelings very much, but I love you dearly. You're just too paranoid to see that right now."

Mikey

Delusional + Worshipper

Mikey develops an obsession quite rapidly

You're an angel to him! A goddess even!

Mikey believes that you can do no wrong and that nothing is ever your fault

He memorizes your routine and likes to sit outside your window at night

You just look adorable! So peaceful!

He considers you his "muse"

Pictures of you fill his sketch book and line the walls of his room

He believes that you love him just as much as he loves you

You visit the lair and greet him first? Oh, you little flirt!

You hug him a few seconds longer than you did Leo or Raph? You're dying to touch him as much he does with you!

He believes he is the best choice for you and that no one is worthy of your presence

But, if you try and resist him, he'll just tie you up in his kusari-fundo and cuddle you

Drugs your food if he gets that upset. Only sleeping pills, it's the only thing he has access to

He treats you like you solved world hunger

Oh no, your friend was murdered? How terrible!

You wouldn't blame him, would you?

"You're so pretty, like a goddess!"

[deprivedreality]

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 neteyam

Neteyam's lips, they're so soft. You thought to yourself, your thumb softly caressing his supple purple lips. They were so girly if you compare it to the rest of his face that looked masculine, they looked kissable in your eyes. You pondered for a bit while being lost in his angelic face, thinking of just how pleasant it must be if you were to kiss him for eternity.

And as he slept pleasantly with his head resting on your thighs, of course it was essential for you to be lost in a trance while you stare at the boy's face. You chuckled at the thought of Neteyam waking up only to see you by his side, and it made you feel special.

Factually, everything about Neteyam made you feel special. Just like now, how precious it was for him to look for you amidst the time when you were tending for the injured warriors of the clan. He knew that you were busy just as much as him— who is a warrior. Yet he waited for you to finish, and immediately pulled you into his arms, finding himself yearning for your presence even in his sleep or in the verge of slumber.

He hugged you a long-looonngg time that you could've sworn he spent a quarter of his life hugging you ever since being mated with you. It was a habit of his that just made the two of you grow closer, and he was dependent on you half of the time in seeking comfort and love— the love that makes him want to continue, the kind that makes him feel deserving.

You love him so much. He was your home.

"Oh, my pretty boy... How did Eywa create such perfection?" You sighed with a gentle smile on you face as you smoothen his skin with your hand, as if putting some kind of cream on a baby. You couldn't help it, seriously. His face just looked so magnificent, and smooth, and soft, and just so lovable. The only thing you did was caress his face was your love and care the whole time he slept.

Again, the idea crossed your mind. You've kissed him before, but it was only a handful of times that you two kissed. You chuckled. After all, you two were bonded together, and you might as well take advantage of that.

"I see you, Neteyam." Important words of affirmation left your mouth as your looked at his face being so at peace. Your eyes filled love. You caressed his lips one last time and you bowed your head as you let your lips touch Neteyam's, kissing him.

A tear dropped from your eye, as you feel his cold lips on yours. Kissing them gently with so much love— yet the grief was taking over you that you felt like you were about to melt just by the sensation of Neteyam's cold lips on yours.

You held his cheeks, the loss of warmth just further reminding you that you've lost the only thing that you held so dearly. Yet you kissed him, reminding yourself also that it will be the last. You lips trembled when you pulled away, tears surging down your eyes and gliding down your cheeks.

There he was, as always, resting on you lap. Only, this time he was cold. His body arms wrapped in a soft textile. His legs clasped together, and his face painted with white fluid.

The memories of the times you kissed him in his sleep, a smile would always appear on his face. But this time, there was none. Neteyam was at peace, he was no longer here.

"Ma' Neteyam..." His name left your mouth, as if expecting him to answer, grasping his cold hands in yours. But the silence was far too loud, and you bursted into tears as you lay crippled besides him. Neteyam, your light. Your happiness. Your home. All of them are gone.

He will never come back.

You couldn't bare to take in that your mate departed the world, which led you to not leaving his side. You were with him when he died on a rock in the middle of the sea. Up until he was bought back to the shore, where everyone in Awa'atlu saw you hugging a corpse with empty eyes.

The most painful of all was the fact that you have to live up the day when you had to prepare him for his own funeral.

Everyone outside the marui was silent, only your cries of agony was heard. The realization of having to spend your whole life in patience until you see him again made your agony harder to bottle. You cried for Eywa, begging him to bring your life and love back. Yet a silent body laying on you lap was what welcomed you to a new life of pain and suffering.

ᓚᘏᗢ @deprivedreality 2023 | do not copy my works!

[angelic-dew]

# what they say when you fall asleep !

▸🪐・yuri's thoughts :: i'm back on my shit and i'm lazier than ever!

▸🍚・pairing :: Muichiro T. x g/n reader ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x g/n reader ⁞⁞ Giyu T. x g/n reader ⁞⁞ Sanemi S. x g/n reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

▸✖ ・trigger warnings :: grammatical errors. very slight angst. ooc? | proofread.

⮚ 𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎..

⯎. - “I may not express this often, but truly dear, I love you more than you can imagine.”

⯎. - “(name).. I'm terribly sorry if I upset you today, or well made it seem as if I ignored you. I'll try to make it up tomorrow, I promise. ”

⯎. - “We should definitely go cloud-watching tomorrow, just us two.”

⯎. - “I have a mission soon. But I plan on returning without a single scratch for you; and if I do, I need to be severely punished for hurting what's yours. ”

⯎. - “Sometimes I think about the day we first met, from then up till now; you haven't lost even a shrivel of your angelic beauty, (name). ”

⮚ 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔..

⯎. - “My little flame, the world doesn't know how precious you are to me; if something were to happen, I couldn't live with myself. ”

⯎. -“You know sunshine, I love everyone I encounter, but, I haven't yet loved anyone as much as I've ever loved you.”

⯎. -“(name), don't you think Senjuro would be a great uncle?”

⯎. -“I'm not sure how my love, but my heart ignites with passion when you're with me. Like an everlasting flame.”

⯎. -“My precious flame, I don't ever wish to hurt you, and if I do dare soil your ethereal beauty, I am a dead man.”

⮚ 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀..

⯎. -“Hey.. (name), thank you for being there for me in my lowest times, thank you for accepting me... out of all people to be yours.”

⯎. -“I promise to stay true to you, and you alone, angel.”

⯎. -“You're like no other (name).. everything about you is special, you're different yet you shine brighter than the rest.”

⯎. -“Though I don't express it openly, I hope you know that I love you dearly my angel.”

⯎. -“Just being able to wake up and see you next to me, (name); that would already be a blessing by itself.”

⮚ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀..

⯎. -“Mmm, I'm so sorry if I ever yell or.. well, say hurtful things to you, those words have no meaning behind them and never will.”

⯎. -“Baby, you have no idea how much I wish I could spend all our nights like this - with you in my arms safely.”

⯎. -“Babe I think if I ever lost you, I'd go crazy, that's how badly I need you.”

⯎. -“I wonder, what did I ever do to be granted such a cutie.”

⯎. -“I hope you're sleeping well darling, I'm not gonna leave your side, no matter what.”

©angelic-dew :: reblogs are appreciated! <3

[kittenfangirl20]

*it had been a couple years since Adam and Eve were thrown out of Eden for tasting the Forbidden Fruit, they recently had a twin boys together, Cain a boy looked so much like Adam and Abel a boy who looked so much like Eve, the pregnancy was a painful event because Eve claimed that she tricked Adam into taking a bite of the fruit even though he made the choice on his own because he didn’t want to lose someone else he loved because she didn’t want him to be punished, he was woken to the boys crying, he got up because Eve needed her sleep and made his way to where the babies slept and to his shock, Lilith was standing over the small bed Adam made for them, she was still beautiful, but in a twisted way, she now had large red horns coming from her head and large red bat like wings, she wore a crown and a deep purple gown*

Adam: What are you doing here Lilith?

Lilith: In order to be Queen of Hell with my beloved Lucifer, I was cursed to not be able to bear children of my own. Lucifer wants to be a father and I think that these beautiful little babies will be the perfect Princes of Hell. If you love Lucifer like you say, you would be willing to sacrifice them to make him happy.

Adam: Fucking stay away from Cain and Abel!!!!!!!!

Lilith: We definitely have to change their names.

*Adam charged at Lilith and she grabbed him by the wrists, now that she was a demon she had super human strength and Adam screamed while the bones in his wrists were cracking, Lilith held him up by the wrists and slammed him into the ground*

Lilith: Why fight when you can just have more children of your own.

*Lilith started to mercilessly beat him, tears started to fall from Adam’s eyes while he wondered why Lucifer could choose her over him, he hated the fact that he couldn’t protect the wife and children he loved dearly, suddenly the beating stopped and Lilith screamed, even though it hurt to move, he moved himself up a little to see Eve standing over a cowering Lilith, in Eve’s trembling hands was the angelic sword of Michael which he had given to the couple after they had been thrown out of Eden to protect them in case something like this happened, Adam was impressed to see that Eve had snuck up behind Lilith and cut off her wings, since it was angelic steel, the wings would never grow back*

Eve: As my husband said, fucking stay away from Cain and Abel. Also if you lay another hand on the man I love, I will end you and you won’t be able to be reunited with your husband.

Lilith: Fine, I will have a child one way or another. Besides I don’t understand how this hideous creature inspires such loyalty in you, I at least have better taste in men and I am not an imitation of who Adam really wants.

Eve: Lucifer chose you over Adam, I have to question his tastes. I know Adam loves Lucifer and if the world had been fair to Adam, Lucifer would have loved him the same way. But I know that Adam loves me the same way as he loves Lucifer and anyone who is loved by Adam is a very lucky person. I feel sorry for Lucifer when all he has is you when he could have had so much better.

*Lilith just spat at Adam and disappeared, Eve ran to Adam and held him in a way that wouldn’t cause him more pain*

Adam: Eve please know that I love you so much.

*it hurt Adam to speak, but he had to say it*

Eve: Don’t speak, I know how much you love me. Someone please come help Adam, I can’t lose him.

*to the surprise of the couple, one of the Archangels, Raphael, who was a healer came to heal Adam’s wounds, Adam thought that he would have been abandoned by God and the other angels like how Lucifer abandoned him, as he was being healed he wondered if Lucifer told Lilith to steal his babies with Eve because they couldn’t have their own and if Lilith had truly poisoned his first love against him*

[eldritch-spouse]

I definitely wasn't binging through Krulu's tag like a horny depraved soul with no life (which i am) when i found this:

Pinnie I need to know how Krulu responds/reacts to Admin's existential crisis and crippling anxiety telling them that they're useless to him now that he has no need to hide and he can just dispose of them if he wants to.

[Fem reader.]

TW: Slight angst; Religious mindsets.

It's wonderful seeing your lord in such high spirits.

You never made note of it before, mostly to avoid being insulting, but it bothered you that Krulu felt unsafe all the time, resigned himself to the darkness of his sacred floor, didn't look beyond the walls of The Clergy's Eye or set foot onto his own garden.

It was disheartening.

He's a god! He's your god! He should face the world with nothing but pride and elegance, his might is to be witnessed and revered by all- Hiding is unbecoming of his perfect nature.

You suppose you have to thank Miara for all of this. For the safety and confidence Krulu now exudes, for the push she gave him to finally finally impregnate you- For your beautiful baby boys who have now grown up to take Earth's main annexes by storm! Life is good.

Life is wonderful.

But it's so, so scary...

Ever since your higher stopped using you as a vessel -There's no need for such anymore, after all- A depressing distance has been cast between you two. Something stifling.

You're so very happy for him, for Adelo and Adrul who can now communicate with their second father openly, see him in the flesh so much more often than they once did, for the two of you even -Because you do like witnessing Krulu's glory- But... Things just aren't the same.

You no longer feel Krulu in the back of your mind, caressing your thoughts and murmuring to you. His presence on your body is so diminished you feel naked. Unsafe. Out of sorts. You feel useless as his servant. This isn't right. It's something you're ashamed to admit, but you wish he'd return to your form.

What's wrong with you? To be wishing misery upon your lord...

You're his chosen, you're the mother of the rulers of Eden and Perdition, you're loved dearly by your lord and your angel- So... So why is it that you feel small? Like an ant? Without Krulu... You're just a human. Just a girl.

Tears prick at your eyes.

It's stupid, it's so stupid. You should be happy. This is a day of celebration! Your sons have come to The Clergy to partake in celebration with their parents and the core team after their impressive feats. And instead of spending quality time with the people closest to you...

You're sobbing on a faraway bench.

Pathetic.

You don't even hear the footfalls approaching steadily.

" Chosen. "

To say you sprung up like a startled feline is to put it flatteringly lightly. Your lord stares at you from a great height, gaze ever hardened, though you've been his servant long enough to spot the creases of worry in the corners of his eyes.

" M- My lord, excuse me- I'll be joining the festivities in no time. " You stammer, wiping the tear trails on your face and hoping your makeup isn't smudged to absolute shit. But it probably is.

Krulu makes a chuff, then takes a seat beside your figure, not looking directly at you. One set of arms rests on their hips, another steeples its fingers, the remaining one adjusts some of his jewelry.

" Speak. What troubles you? "

To the point. You've come to love that about him.

" Nothing serious, my worship. " You sigh. " You know how fragile the human mind is, I'm just being silly. "

The siadar's tail rattles across the floor.

" Our minds may no longer be interwoven, but make no mistake, I know when you dare lie to me. " He warns, eyes narrowed. " Your pain is still my pain, however. And to hurt me is not wise. "

You curl further into yourself on the bench, sniffling. " My deepest apologies- "

" I will not ask twice. What ails you? "

Slowly, you crane your neck back, meeting only the charred side of Krulu's face. With perhaps the most shaky and futile of inhales, your lips let loose.

" I'm scared. "

The siadar straightens slightly.

" My lord, I would never doubt your words- But I doubt myself. We aren't as close as we once were, and that's amazing! That's good! But... I feel so hollow without you in my body. What duty do I have now? I know it's stupid of me -I know I'm foolish- But ever since you've ceased to use me as a vessel, I've been so... Miserable. "

The shame coating your cheeks burns brighter than a thousand dawns, so you opt to bore holes into the stone of the garden's pathway.

There's a deep rumble from beside you, and soon, your small frame is lifted, deposited in the crevice where your lord's long legs cross, facing forward to the garden's expanse just as he does.

" You are going through withdrawal. "

Krulu begins, giving all your thoughts pause.

" Have been, for quite some time. "

Four hands touch your body, two loop around your neck in a familiar hold that has you sighing in comfort. The other pair rubs your sides up and down.

" I never did think it had reached this state, but then, you have a most insufferable habit of hiding your distress from me. "

" I... I don't want to disappoint. "

The implication is loud, even without being verbalized. A pause passes.

" Pray tell, what bred the idea into your mind that the mother of my heirs is expendable? " He challenges, met with silence for a few moments.

" Was it something I imparted onto you? "

And, when you think about it deeper, there was never a moment where Krulu made you feel as if you were nothing but a body. Or that you would someday outlive your use. Your sentiments are strange and you can't place their source aptly.

" Never! I don't recall a single thing you've said or done to me that could cause this- I think I'm just... Having some type of episode? " What a wonderful thing to say, you snort inwardly to yourself. Yes, you're going mental.

" Episode, hm? " Krulu chuckles above you. " Close enough. You got there on your own, songbird. "

" I- Lord Master, I beg your pardon? " Did he actually confirm you're going insane?

The siadar shudders at the title bestowed upon him, a squeeze of powerful claws reminding you not to rile him up now. It slipped.

" Just as when I took hold of your form your organism experienced many changes, you are now going through several more as well. " He explains simply. " My departure is intense, I would be alerted if you did not react to it. "

You blink, staring into his blazing orange hues. " ... But it has been years, lordship. "

Krulu's grin turns slightly mocking. " Indeed it has. "

You can only blink vapidly again, prompting him to laugh loudly and pet you almost condescendingly.

" How many years did you live as my vessel, lesser? "

Oh. Oh.

No fucking wonder you've been feeling this way for so long. Oh boy, this is going to take a long while... Who knew a hormonal imbalance could last this long, and be this devastating. Maybe to a doctor, it would be extremely common knowledge, but you often forget said information, because it hardly ever holds relevance these days.

You feel even dumber now. Dumb as a door. May the ground grow a hole and consume you immediately.

The berating inner-monologue about to kickstart in your mind is halted entirely by the sensation of Krulu's thin lips against the top of your head as the massive entity curls to shield you from the world at large.

" You are hereby ordered to seek me as soon as these flares of inadequacy show themselves, understood? " Even if his words hold supreme authority, you feel the insurmountable care behind them.

" My chosen is my adored and my adored is the light of this decrepit world. You hold more value than the universe could ever hope to achieve to me, yet you do not even realize it. " He whispers.

And you cry.

You sob like a fucking baby.

You wail into your lord's arms, full of relief, of love, passion and reverence and complete fanaticism- Enough euphoria to blind you for seconds of total bliss. It's almost like an orgasm, in a peculiar way.

He holds you throughout the entire catharsis, silent, stable like a stone wall. Only when your quiet sniffling has petered out does he speak again.

" Come to us, Adrul did say he has many tales of his time in Wrath. His mother should listen. "

You stand with Krulu's help, a smile as bright as the sun on your face.

Everything is okay.

You'll get through this.

For him.

Always for him.

Everything for him.

[cookiesupplier]

Say My Name

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x ofc

cw: None (Part One) -- does pining count? lol

words: 2108

summary: Nicholas Ruffilo has been a fixture in Kaia's life for so long she couldn't imagine it without him. Even after he left for LA and his life of stardom took off.. the only problem, she never got the nerve to tell him how she felt about him. Could one more tattoo change everything?

author’s note: Um.. this was going to be smutty but... bare with me lol, there will be a part two, when I get to it.. I intend it to contain the goods, but I felt like this would be a good point to actually get this down and put this out there before I psych myself out! Also.. not a tattoo artist, everything comes from websites, youtube, or personal experience as a tattoo client. ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME, but please, be constructive.

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Being an introvert wasn’t always as simple as being the quiet and mousy looking one, that was something Kaia learned as she grew up. She was the youngest of three siblings and as much as she could yell, and scream, and rumble with her older brothers, give as good as she got, when it came to the end of the day, she always preferred to curl up in her bean bag chair and pull open one of the many books in her reading nook, losing herself to the fantasy world among the pages. The characters within always made so much more sense than the world around her, and felt so much less suffocating than the world that just seemed to want to push down on her chest and put pressure on her until she couldn’t breath.

It didn’t help that with the work that she loved, so many that walked into the tattoo parlour, and saw the brightly coloured hair, and elaborate designed tattoos, and just assumed you were as boisterous and as extroverted as the rest of her family. She did love her tattoos, nothing about her aesthetic was anything that she regretted, even if it did make people assume things about her at times seeing her numerous tattoos. So many of them were inspired from the pages of those books that she dearly loved. Not that all of them were drawn by her, most of them weren’t even tattooed by any of the artists in the shop where she worked, the artist used to work there though, before he left for LA, now she was lucky to snag time with him when he was visiting on holidays.. Fuck, she missed him.

Nick. He was one of her oldest friends. He’d been the one to get her apprenticeship at the shop, which had turned into a full placement here, and now she was working here full time. Her books were always full, and it pained her, but she was finding herself having to turn people away when she couldn’t always find the time to fit them in when it was convenient for them both.. And she’d been scolded more than once from her boss for trying to push herself to overwork longer hours to accommodate people that couldn’t fit into when she worked. She deserved time off as well. Okay, so she was a bit of a people pleaser sometimes..

Yesterday she got a message from one of her friends from high school.

Guess which tattooed hottie is back in town?

Fuck, did Kaia’s heart skipped a beat when she saw that message, there was only one person that Corey would be messaging her that description about, considering he knew exactly how she felt about Nick.. he tormented her about it relentlessly. Taunting Kaia about how, if only she had opened up those pretty little lips and told Nick how she felt about him, she could have moved to LA with the man and gotten to work practicing on making those pretty little metal head babies, his words not hers.. Or have a long distance relationship even.. It wasn’t like he didn’t travel enough as it was.. He was on the road touring constantly. He wasn’t even in Los Angeles all that much either.. Though arguably more than Nick was in Richmond anymore.

Now, yes, Kaia knew Corey’s teasing was in jest, and he didn’t mean anything malicious towards her, but there were days when his words struck so close to home, because she knew he was right. Kaia knew that if she’d just told Nick the truth about how she felt about him, maybe things could have been different, but now, now it was too late.. It was too late to tell him that every time she’d bought him an idea for a tattoo, it had really just been another excuse to see him, another reason to spend time with him. That so much of her body was covered in tattoos because she would jump at the chance to bring all her ideas to him before anyone else. There were days that Corey’s words hurt so bad because Kaia  was just waiting for the day she heard about the wonderful girl that Nick had met on the road, or in LA, and he had swept her off her feet, and away with her in a whirlwind romance of love and music.

Who wouldn’t love that man? Nicholas Ruffilo was one of a kind! While most of his fans only saw the gorgeous bassist of Bad Omens, along with that delicious man bun, she saw the quiet but dedicated dork of a man that always put his family first. That had helped tutor her when she was failing calculus in senior year despite absolutely hating the subject himself, just because she’d needed it. The boy that would listen to her prattle on about characters in books that she was well aware he had no idea about, and had absolutely no desire to ever read, but did he listen, and did he ask her questions while he was permanently inking inspired artwork to her skin? Absolutely. He was the boy that she would see giggling over milk shakes and eating fries while reading comic books with Noah.. that was who she had fallen in love with and never had the guts to tell him the truth.

Today, today she was visiting him again, he knew she had another tattoo in mind. About an hour after she felt like she stopped breathing after Corey’s message she got one from Nick, asking if she was up for a meet up. They never did lose touch, and she’d told him months ago she had a new tattoo in mind. At first she’d mentioned it in passing, just running the idea by him, wanting his opinion before asking one of the artists at the shop if they’d be interested in doing the work for her, when Nick had practically demanded he wait for her to let him do it. She’d agreed, how could she not? It was Nick, he practically owned her body, and he didn’t even know. The fact that he’d taken her rough sketch idea and resigned it a week later and had her drooling at the thought of it curving up and around her inner thigh, like she had already told him she intended for the idea in the first place.

Kaia was meeting him at his parent’s place, he was setting up a sterile station for them to work here, she’d offered the shop so he could see everyone, but she could almost hear the smile in his voice as he told her no, that he knew it was her day off and who wanted to go into work on their day off. Besides, this way it could just be them, they could talk, chat, just like they used to.

Oh, how she had felt her face go warm at the thought of Nick’s hands on her again, hands running up her inner thigh as his voice washed over her, even talking about nothing, anything.. Even with the buzz of the tattoo gun.. Especially with the buzz of the tattoo gun, oh it made her press her thighs together. No, no she needed to focus, calm, calm and collected, it was just a tattoo, she’d gotten them countless times before, from Nick, and she’d been just fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, she wouldn’t embarrass herself, and even more she wouldn’t embarrass him..

Nick answered the door, his smile warm, inviting, hair up in his messy man bun that instantly had Kaia smiling, and trying not to flush with warmth in her cheeks as he pulled her into a hug tight.

“Oh, I missed you.”

She could feel her cheeks ache with how wide she smiled as she stuffed her face into his shoulder to muffle the little bit of giddiness that he was the one to admit that instead of her. That she wasn’t the one to cave to the impulse to be so hopeless right now. Not that she could ever think Nick was hopeless. He probably just missed her because she was a little bit of home instead of the hustle and bustle that came with the insanity that was his life as a rockstar. All the same, her arms wrapped around him to squeeze him back.

“Missed you too, Nick.”

Pulling back from his arms, she dipped her head a little, trying to hide the fact that she was almost sure that her cheeks were rosy pink with a flush of her blush, but it didn’t stop Nick from chuckling and grabbing her hand and pulling her inside properly. He offered her water, a snack before they got started, accepting both, better to be safe when it came to tattoos, but over all, it wasn’t long before he had her laying back, propped up on the couch, her legs out in front of her. Kaia had worn a sundress knowing that he was going to be tattooing high on her leg today, and taking off her pants, oh, that would be a bit much for her today.

Showing her the finished piece that he’d been working on for her, Kaia was so excited, Nick was always so exceptional with his work. She might be an artist herself, but there was something about his artwork that she just loved inking to her skin, seeing his work had been what made her fall in love with the medium of using skin as a canvas in the first place. Before that, Kaia had been much more partial to clay sculpture, she’d always been partial to doing things with her hands.

With the skirt of her dress tucked up to the leg of her underwear delicately to expose the meat of her thigh, Kaia held her breath as she showed Nick where she wanted the tattoo, and with a professional, simple nod, he ran his gloved hand over her freshly shaved and prepped skin, and prepared the stencil before rubbing the stencil stuff into her skin. Swallowing down, this was something she’d done to countless clients time and time again, and she knew it was coming, she knew his hands were going to be on her, rubbing the liquid into her skin to transfer the ink of the stencil. Breath, Kaia, breath, it was just another tattoo, she’d done this with him so many times, it was no different.

It was different. It was always different with Nick.

She lifted her head from the way she had tilted back to not look to him, attempting to focus on anything but what he was doing.. Making the utter mistake of glancing down towards Nicholas to see what he was going as he placed the stencil, curving his hand over the paper, placing such delicate pressure over the image to press it down to her thigh, she could almost feel her muscles shake under his touch… it made her want to moan under his hands, and without realizing it, maybe the softest breath of one left her lips in the form of his name.

“Nicholas.”

And she froze.

They both froze.

Nick’s hand’s stilled on her thigh, one very intimately placed on her inner thigh as his eyes flew up to her as her cheeks flushed bright with warmth at the realization at the sound that had just escaped her.

“Kaia?”

His light eyes met her dark searchingly as she swallowed heavily,

“Nick.”

Her voice shook as she wanted to bolt from the room so fast but his hands just hadn’t moved from her leg, and she was both terrified and delighted with that fact. Terrified that if she said something he would move them, and delighted that maybe, just maybe, he just didn’t want to, and that was why they were there.

It felt like a silence hung over them forever, but it was probably only barely a moment as he looked to her searchingly, was he looking for something in her expression, trying to see what might be going through her mind. She wouldn’t be the first person in the world to get turned on from getting a tattoo, but usually that didn’t happen until after the needle hit their skin in her experiences. No, no that wasn’t what was happening here. If anything there was a touch of panic in her eyes, panic that he wouldn’t feel about her the way she felt about him. That, however, didn’t seem to be something she had to worry about.

“I want you to say my name like that again.”

[jamarrseternalsunshine]

about me <3: UPDATED

This about me is for the new people that followed me & want to know more about me :)

My name is Tina but y’all can call me Tee Tee (my tags on here are #jamarrseternalsunshine, #teeteepeeps, #teeteeaddresses, #teeteeanswers etc.)

I’m 23 and an August Leo

I’m White Asian and Hispanic

My tumblr name is basically referenced to Cincinnati Bengals WR1 Ja’Marr Chase with Ariana Grande’s song Eternal Sunshine off her latest album (btw F Dalton Gomez!)

I’m a Bengals & Team Breezy fan until my casket drops!

Anything else you want to ask about me, drop it in my inbox <3 

Who I Love:

Ja’Marr Chase:

Ja’Marr has been a part of my life since I was 19 years old. I’ve been a fan of his since his LSU era and broke down on the phone when I found out he was drafted by the Bengals.

He has interacted with me plenty of times through Instagram story views (idk if it counts as interactions or what not), 5 times through Twitch (the man knows my name for fucks sake and if you need proof, message me ;) ) 

I go into defensive mode about him, his family and people that he loves dearly (so if you’re on my page to disrespect him, know that disrespect towards anyone including my mutuals here on Tumblr will not be tolerated and will result in you being blocked <3)

Tee Higgins:

The story on this one is crazy as fuck but basically I have kind of a personal connection to him via my close friend in Tennessee who played football with him at Clemson. NO I did not meet Tee, nor have I spoken with him face to face and NO if I don’t like you or know you, I will not arrange for you to meet him end of story (only person that will get that connection is my girl @partywitbarbiee <3)

Tee’s a fucking sweetheart and I’m praying that his jellyfish loving headass doesn’t get traded anywhere (because I just got his jerseys in and I don’t wanna get new ones if he goes to another team!)

Andrei Iosivas: 

Andrei is a complete sweetheart! He’s interacted with me a few times through DM (no homewrecking shit just made an edit and he just so happened to see it and he said it was fire THATS IT) 

He’s from where I’m from and if you were to come to me and you go to his high school, his teachers will tell you what an absolute sweetheart he is!

WE ARE LOGAN HARLOCK STANS HERE (Logan’s Andrei’s longtime girlfriend that he met while he was in college)

CHIQUITAAAAA <3 (Joe Burrow):

This is my chiquita (baby girl, iykyk) Joe Burrow. 

Yes, he’s done things that are questionable in people’s eyes but at the end of the day… this is my pookie bears best friend, and my QB.

I didn’t see the hype until my friend in Cincinnati and @wickedfun9 really increased the hype and my love for him

Contrary to popular belief, Joe is an actual sweetheart. My friend (the one I told yall about who was my source) actually met him at Training Camp last year and she has pictures with him at previous games and told me he’s a sweetheart and very angelic (no I’m not a part of Joe’s PR so shush <3)

WHAT ISN’T ALLOWED ON MY PAGE:

ANY FORM OF DISRESPECT TOWARDS ME, MY FRIENDS, MY POOKIE BEAR, HIS BESTFRIEND ETC.

No slander whatsoever about anyone, keep it respectful or keep it the fuck pushing <3

SLANDER ABOUT PEOPLE’S KIDS (if you aint got kids take some tape and put it over your mouth because I will get really disrespectful and you won’t like what I have to say <3)

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Pumpkin

Spoilers for the epilogue and In True Delights (the bonus chapter of Foul Heart Huntsman) - Rosalind and Orion meet the newest member of the family. And bring a pumpkin pie.

AO3 link here if you prefer to read on there!

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“Katherina?” he asked, (...) “I met her as a newborn.” - In True Delights - Chloe Gong

When I read that quote, I knew what I had to do (and yes, I definitely did count these words towards my nano word count even though it is NEITHER of the camp nano projects I should be doing, don’t @ me)

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As soon as Rosalind and Orion had received the correspondence that the baby had arrived, they were already packing their bags for Zhouzhang. 

Mere days later, they stood at the door of the Mai residence, Rosalind doing the agreed upon knock with her free hand, the other holding a dish containing a pumpkin pie that she hoped tasted better than it looked - the crust going from overly thick on one side to thin and slightly burned on the other. (It was her fiancé’s fault for lifting her to the kitchen counter in one effortless swoop and… distracting her).

The door swung open almost instantly. In all the years she had known Roma Montagov, she had never seen him look so utterly exhausted. But in the same vein, she’d never seen his eyes so happy.

“Come in,” he spoke softly, stepping aside to give the guests room to enter. 

The door had barely closed behind them before Orion wrapped his arms around Roma, tapping his shoulder goodnaturedly. 

“Congratulations, Bàba.” Orion said, his voice full of mirth, “How does it feel?”

Rosalind let the two men have their moment as she made her way into the home, first stopping in the kitchen to leave her gift on the counter before trying to search for her cousin. 

She needn’t look far, Juliette was in the main sitting area, looking down at the bundle of blankets she currently held in her arms. The only sign that it wasn’t merely blankets was the black hair poking out at the top, contrasting against the cream coloured crocheted squares.

“You can come closer, she doesn’t bite.” Juliette said to Rosalind without lifting her gaze away from her daughter, her voice soft, “Well, she does try. But it’s only gums and tongue. Similar to being licked by an old dog.”

Rosalind chuckled at the comparison, walking over slowly so as to not perturb the baby. She hadn’t been around many, so she wasn’t sure of the etiquette, but she knew her cousin wouldn’t hesitate to tell her immediately if she was doing something wrong. She sat to Juliette’s left on the sofa, giving her knee a soft squeeze as a greeting. She leaned forward until she could see properly into the burrowing of blankets. 

Katherina was beautiful. Rosalind had heard before that babies were ugly little creatures when they first came into the world, writhing and wrinkled and wailing. It had only been a few days, but it seemed that the infant had seemingly already gotten through that stage, now only looking angelic with her eyes closed, the long black eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly as she breathed in and out.

Realistically, Rosalind had known about this baby for upwards of seven months. She’d visited as often as she feasibly could throughout the pregnancy as she tried to assist in multiple roles - whether it was bringing an offering of different foods to see which pleased Juliette at the time, taking her cousin on outings to buy new clothes as her middle grew and grew, or fussing over Juliette every time she stood when she was nearing full-term (much to her chagrin).

But now there was a tiny, little human. Gently held in her Mother’s arms. Sleeping soundly without a care in the world. As if she knew that she was going to grow up in a household that cared for her so dearly. That she would be protected by not only her parents, but a wider family that would be prepared to lay down their lives if it ever came to it. That she would go through life surrounded by joviality and care and so much love. 

“Biǎojiě, are you alright?”

Rosalind’s gaze tore from Katherina to look at Juliette. It was only when her cousin’s face was blurry that she noticed she had tears in her eyes. And down her cheeks.

“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, something between a laugh and a sob escaping her throat as she hurried to wipe her cheeks, feeling oddly foolish.

Without looking behind her, she felt a presence sit next to her, as if crying had simply summoned her partner from thin air. Orion’s arm wrapped around her waist, his thumb moving up and down in a calming motion, soft but just firmly enough to be felt through the fabric of her dress.

He spoke as soon as Roma settled down next to his partner also, giving her a kiss on the cheek then leaning down and doing the same to his daughter, in what seemed to have already become second nature to him.

“We brought you a pumpkin pie,” Orion said, taking the attention away from Rosalind as she composed herself, her eyes still watching the little one as she moved slightly, seemingly fighting the tight swaddle.

Juliette seemed amused at the statement. Not because she didn’t understand the reference. Ever since the announcement ‘art’ and Orion’s interpretation of it, everyone around the baby had taken to saying ‘pumpkin’, mostly because it sounded better than saying ‘it’ when they didn’t know the sex of the child. Phrases like 'how is the pumpkin behaving?’ and ‘the pumpkin seems to have grown’ had become commonplace over the past months.

She replied, “You don’t think that has a slight… cannibalistic air about it?” The phrase made Roma scoff at the absurdity as he leaned towards her, as if there was a magnetic pull between the new family unit that couldn’t be broken.

Orion leaned in to whisper into Rosalind’s ear, but deliberately spoke loud enough to still be heard by everyone, “I told you it was strange.”

She swatted at his thigh with a chuckle, no trace of tears present any longer.

The four of them sat in silence, simply admiring the baby for the little miracle that she was. Rosalind couldn’t help casting her mind back a few years, back to when it would’ve been inconceivable that Juliette and Roma could even be in the same room together without there being an imminent threat of life. And now…

“You… made a life.” Rosalind whispered, watching as Katherina began to stir, a tiny clenched fist escaping from the top of her swaddle, which Rosalind couldn’t help but touch with her own hand, smoothing a fingertip along the knuckles as softly as she could.

“With some assistance, yes.” Juliette chuckled, looking over to her husband and revelling in the way she could still make him blush after all these years, even as he pretended not to be affected at all, playfully pinching his daughter’s feet as they kicked beneath the blanket.

“It’s just…” Rosalind paused, her mind scrambling for a word with a meaning grand enough to encompass it all, “miraculous.”

She hummed in agreement for a moment, “It would’ve been more miraculous if she would’ve simply arrived in my arms, instead of all that fuss.” 

The words prompted Roma to brush a lock of his wife’s hair behind her ear, kissing the temple that he uncovered. She leaned in without thinking, her eyes fluttering closed as she did so. 

There was something unspoken between the couple in that simple interaction. Something that encompassed many emotions, but most of all, relief. Rosalind almost felt as if she was intruding by watching, so instead she glanced down at the baby once more.

As Katherina opened her eyes, Rosalind’s began to tear up again. -----

Rosalind still had a tumultuous relationship with sleep after being cured. Falling asleep was always easy enough, especially when she had someone to either talk to if they both still felt too alert, or to hold her and gently pepper kisses on her exposed skin if they were too tired for words.

She never thought she could be someone who would comfortably sleep next to someone else, expecting to worry about needing to move and feeling trapped when she was unable to do so. But now, as she woke up most days with either an arm draped across her waist or a heavy head on her chest holding her captive, she didn’t mind at all. Especially because she knew Orion was a heavy enough sleeper these days that she could simply push him off (gently) and the only sign he’d give that he had noticed was a deep sigh or a soft snore.

She usually woke up with the sun regardless of whether the sunlight had permeated through the curtains, loving the quiet she could have to herself before beginning the day proper. And judging from the little mewls she heard from the main bedroom as she stirred her tea in the kitchen, someone else was an early riser too.

Rosalind padded over to the bedroom, pushing the door open as gently as she could. The parents were still sound asleep - Juliette’s head resting on Roma’s chest, her hair obscuring most of her face - but Katherina was wide awake, her dark eyes looking up at the ceiling from her bassinet in the corner of the room, her legs kicking beneath a thick blanket.

She moved towards the baby, pressing her index finger against her own lips as if she would understand the request to stay quiet. Somehow, it seemed that she did, Katherina’s small mouth widening silently at the sight of someone peering over at her.

Rosalind moved her hands down to her small waist, lifting her up slowly as if she was a primed grenade ready to explode. Luckily, she showed no signs of being displeased as Rosalind manoeuvred her awkwardly, definitely not accustomed to holding babies. After a few odd movements, the baby was resting against her nightdress, her cheek against the soft silk. She stepped outside, closing the door behind her softly, letting the two parents get their well deserved rest.

She sat on the sofa in the same spot Juliette had been holding the baby the previous night, letting Katherina settle into her lap. 

“Do you usually wake up early too?” Rosalind whispered, even though she knew that not only could Katherina not understand her, but she hadn’t exactly been in this world long enough to have a solidified sleep schedule.

Still, the baby had no idea that the question was mundane, replying by cooing quietly, her eyes locked with Rosalind’s. 

“You’re very well behaved for not screaming the house down as soon as you awoke,” she continued, dragging the back of her index finger against the baby’s cheek, revelling in the softness.

Katherina seemed to startle at the touch at first - Rosalind briefly worrying if her hands might’ve been too cold - but then she leaned back towards her with her mouth as open as it seemed to go, lips wrapping against the fingertip.

Rosalind chuckled warmly as she felt the tongue against the pad of her finger, wiggling it playfully. “You truly are like a dog.”

“It’s a good thing I’m here to defend Katherina against such insults.” 

Rosalind didn’t need to turn around to see who had made the remark, mostly because he was already coming to sit next to her. 

Orion kissed his fiancée on the cheek, then bent down to kiss Katherina’s cheek too. The motion instantly reminded her of Roma doing the same the night before, but she didn’t dare mention it.

He spoke again, “How long has this girl’s club been in session?”

“Only a few minutes,” Rosalind replied, knowing he was asking after her sleep, since he knew she’d often wake up before she was fully rested, whether that be naturally or caused by nightmares, “We haven’t even started talking about boys yet.”

“Oh, boys are awful.” He commiserated instantly, shaking his head in admonishment. “You don’t ever want to be involved with them. And I think your father will agree with me on that front.”

Rosalind hummed, as if pondering the future situation, “I assume your mother will threaten any of your future partners with knives, no matter what their gender may be.”

Orion let out a soft laugh, which prompted Katherina to make a noise too, as if she wanted to be included in the conversation, “You have plenty of time to decide on that though, little one. And you’ll be loved no matter what you pick.”

Rosalind felt her chest swell at the sentiment, even as it was said in such an offhand manner. The two simply watched the baby as she moved, beginning to smack her lips together, looking somewhat like a fish out of water. Rosalind wondered whether this had some sort of meaning. Was she trying to talk? Surely it was much too early for that, but perhaps babies started attempting speech early? She had half a mind to ask her cousin, as if she would be the expert in infant speech development milestones simply because she had birthed one.

However, there was no need to because Katherina soon made it clear what she was asking for, turning her head towards Rosalind’s chest, her mouth still opening and closing.

“Oh darling,” she soothed, “I’m afraid mine are rather useless.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Orion said quietly, a teasing lilt in his words.

If Rosalind wasn’t holding the baby, she would’ve smacked him, her cheeks beginning to blossom with a furious blush, “Hush and go fetch Juliette.”

He grinned, nothing making him happier than succeeding in flustering her, “Your wish is my command, beloved.” 

Orion stood up instantly, heading for the bedroom door and knocking gently. Rosalind would’ve thought it was too quiet to stir them, but she heard two voices immediately responding. Whether the light sleep was a result of parenthood or growing up in gang houses, she wasn’t sure.

Rosalind turned her focus to Katherina as she began to fuss, the hunger setting in. “Your Shūshu is rather ridiculous, isn’t he?” 

Rationally, she knew he wasn’t her uncle, but it was easier to say than ‘mother’s cousin’s partner’, and she doubted Katherina would mind. The girl halted in her movements, her screwed up face softening as she heard Rosalind’s voice once more. The sound of quiet shuffling footsteps approached them.

“Thank you for watching her,” Juliette spoke, her voice still raspy from sleep as she reached for her daughter, picking her up effortlessly with one hand and beginning to unbutton the mens nightshirt she wore with the other.

Rosalind stood, taking the cue to leave, “It was no bother, she’s a sweetheart.”

Juliette scoffed, “Less so when she is screaming loud enough to be heard by all the neighbours, but yes, I suppose she’s alright.”

She smiled, letting Juliette feed Katherina before she began the aforementioned screaming. Rosalind walked towards the door that led outside, seeing that Orion was already there, sat on a wooden bench with his head tilted up towards the sky. She joined him without words, sitting close enough that their outstretched hands were touching, reminiscent of when they were in a prison cell after being arrested. She rested her pinkie finger beside his, exactly as she had done that night, still feeling the rush of adrenaline and swell in her chest that she had experienced the first time.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Rosalind couldn’t help but snicker at the question, glancing at her partner who still had his eyes closed and head facing upwards. “I was thinking about you in prison.”

He frowned, cracking one eye open to regard her properly, “I haven’t annoyed you that much yet, have I? The day has barely begun.”

She responded by bumping her shoulder with his, but instead of moving away afterwards, she simply let herself rest against his arm. As if there were a gravitational force between them, Orion instantly wrapped his arm around her slender frame, resting his head atop hers. They sat there quietly for a while, listening as the world around them began to awake: birds chirping above, the water lapping in the stream, the occasional faint rumble of a car engine passing.

Orion was the first to break the silence, his voice low and quiet.

“Do you want one?”

She didn’t need to ask for clarification. Her lips pursed as she considered the question, pressing her cheek into his shoulder, “I never thought I did. Even growing up as a child. And I thought seeing Juliette’s symptoms would be enough to discourage me, with all the sickness and the emotions and the… waddling.”

Rosalind felt his chuckle as much as she heard it, “You’d be a very adorable penguin.”

“Ah, just what every woman longs to hear.” She mused, rolling her eyes even if he couldn’t see it.

The conversation dropped there for a moment, the two still simply enjoying being in companionable quiet. This time, it was Rosalind who spoke first.

“Still, not for a while yet.” She continued, as if there was never a pause.

Orion hummed in agreement, “You’d be an amazing mother.”

Instantly, she began to imagine it. Orion being at her beck and call throughout her whole pregnancy (even more than he already was). The two of them decorating a room together, creating the perfect place for their new arrival. Him being at her side during the birth - and Celia too, no doubt - whispering soft encouragements in her ear. 

As for the two of them actually being parents, she could imagine that she would be the strict one and Orion would be more lenient, but maybe they would each be a mix of the two. Working as one unit, as they were accustomed to. It was so easy to envision with him.

Days out in the park, with their own snacks in a hamper. Running as they chased each other in the fields, Orion pretending to collapse to the ground when he was caught. 

Night time routines with Rosalind telling bedtime stories and Orion adding his own quips between the lines to try and make them laugh.

Trying to chastise Orion and their child when she found them awake much too late into the night, giggling together under blankets, but then joining them without needing any convincing, even if she knew they’d all be tired when morning came.

“This is where you reply saying I would be a good father too, in case you weren’t aware.”

Rosalind laughed, lifting her head up to look at her partner properly, placing a hand on each side of his face, “You would be. If a little…” she scrunched her nose as she thought of the correct word to use, “untraditional.”

He grinned as if it was the greatest compliment he’d ever received, “‘Untraditional’ is what we do. Who else would get married before having their first kiss? Or live together before going on a date? Or-”

“Yes, yes, I understand your point.” She used one hand to tap his face, as if she was trying to find an off switch. 

Orion wound his hands around her waist, then - ever so softly - moved one to place on Rosalind’s lower stomach. She wondered if he could feel how her insides flipped at the touch and all its implications. 

She was vaguely aware of someone coming to stand in the doorway, but didn’t tear her gaze away.

“Do you have some news to share, cousin dearest?” Juliette smirked, holding Katherina on her shoulder and patting her back. 

Rosalind definitely didn’t. But perhaps, one day, she would.

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Hey sweet face I see you're taking requests again right on! Can I request David x reader fic where are the reader is essentially a female version of Klaus from the umbrella academy (personality and power wise)?

Hi love! Nice to talk to you again! I'm not familiar with The Umbrealla Academy but I did look up some clips of him. I'm going to make these headcanons for the moment and come back with a fic later on. I hope you like it!!

David with an s/o like Klaus Hargreeves!!!

Firstly Paul introduced the two of you. You were Paul's go to gal for some wacky tobaccy.

"David this is Y/n. Don't worry she's cool. She's not like regular humans." Paul explained.

And you weren't. Other than the occasional weed dealing you were able to not only communicate with the dead but you could also bring their spirits back to the real world.

"So your telling me that you can see dead people?" David asked. "I sure can blondie." You smirked.

At first David was wary of you. Max had always warned them that some people with your powers could sick an evil spirit on them.

"OH don't be silly. I haven't done that in years." You giggled.

Slowly but surely you and David started hanging out more and more. Eventually started dating as well.

This boy is mad protective over you. Like he'll bite someone. No pun intended.

The nicknames!!!! Omg!!!

Your nicknames for him vary from: Baby sugar, sweetie, Davy wavy and my fav blonde

His for you? To name a few: babe, baby, doll, angel, kitten (tehehe) and that's just the tip of the iceberg

You bring out his soft side although he'll never admit it to anyone

Man gets super jealous when you and Paul smoke together. Like it's so cute and scary at the same time.

So he tried to smoke once. Threw up for an hour straight. Paul thought it was hilarious though.

He is terrified of losing you. He's offered you the bottle a time or two. "Come on doll. We'll have eternity together."

You've promised to drink when your ready.

Since they live in a sunken hotel you often hear many of the dearly departed.

Your even friends with one of them. Her name is Macy. She used to be receptionist at the hotel in 1906

Marko and Dwayne absolutely adore you.

David makes time for you two to go on dates.

Davy is a pure romantic at heart. Melts you like chocolate on a summer day.

All in all you absolutely love David and the boys. Your all one big happy family no matter how strange!

[reixtsu]

Hello there thank you for following me and if it's okay can I please ask for a jealous chuuya with a Yuutsu darling

And where he

Gets jealous when she spends time with dazai more than him and chuuya can't take it anymore especially when dazai tells chuuya that he is her favorite

She is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and

(You can make the smutty if you want to)

“She’s mine!” A Chuuya Nakahara x (requested)! OC

Characters: Chuuya Nakahara, Yuutsu, Osamu Dazai

Genre: Angst(?), Fluff…maybe smut in the sequel to this!

Warning(s): Double suicide mention (*ahem* Dazai pointing at you), bickering

Scenario: Chuuya has noticed that his darling Yuutsu has been out a lot, stating that she is busy with her friend. She never mentioned who this ‘friend’ was, so Chuuya started to get suspicious. Despite his failed attempts on bringing the subject up, she would never say who the said person was.

Headcannons:

The audacity.

This man is a choleric, temperamental short king who has commitment issues! Once he cares for someone, he cares! He just wants someone who will love him and stay with him! So when he sees Yuutsu with someone else…especially that bastard that everyone ‘hates’, oh.

How could that disgusting womanizer that is no longer human breath around his woman? How DARE he?!

Chuuya loves Yuutsu and gets easily jealous of her. He sees Yuutsu as his little baby girl darling.

Scenario:

Chuuya Nakahara, the handsome short Port Mafia executive; one of the most powerful members in the organization, has never felt this weird before. It felt disgusting. It was as if a bitter and slimy food had taken the form of an emotion. He didn’t know how to name the feeling, but every time Yuutsu would say that she had plans with her friend, it left him feeling weird with…negativity.

With his usual choleric and blunt personality, he would have usually put the person in question in a chokehold and demand what’s happening, but this was a romantic relationship. He couldn’t result to violence. He wasn’t about to become an abusive person to the person he loved dearly in this cruel world. Thus, he tried to bring the topic up.

He noticed that Yuutsu was gracefully putting on her Mary Jane shoes. Her pink silky bangs swiftly covered part of her face. For some reason, Chuuya's heart started to beat faster as he found her small movement so… mesmerizing.

"Oi, where're you going? Surely I can go too," Chuuya clicked his tongue, placing a hand on his hip as he looked at her expectedly.

Yuutsu turned to him with her soft pink eyes. "You can come if you'd like, however you might not like where I'm going." She replied in her sweet tone.

Chuuya scoffed. "I don't like how this is going, but I'll go with you." He paused for a moment, his irritated expression quickly turned into a blushing one. "But don't think too much of it! I'm only going because…because there might be danger! Don't want a pretty girl like you dyin' in these dirty streets."

Yuutsu chuckled, her laugh bringing shivers along his spine. It was the kind of shiver that was welcome…a sort of thrill.

"Sure thing, humanoid puss and boots," Yuutsu chuckled, refraining herself from laughing too much.

"Oi oi oi," Chuuya proceeded to look irritated, smiling a bit but was still ticked off. "I am not a cat, or short, or whatever! I'm still growing and stronger than that cat will ever be!"

Yuutsu simply smiled at him and walked out the door, Chuuya following closely behind.

The sun was high in the sky, shining a golden light over Yokohama. Chuuya squinted slightly, hoping his eyes would adjust to the light as he followed Yuutsu to this mysterious place of hers. He walked beside her, holding her hand with one pinky interlocked with hers.

The ginger looked around, familiar with where they were. He looked pretty content, enjoying being in the company of Yuutsu after a begrudgingly hard evening the previous day. It felt nice to be alive in her angelic presence. He was content, until his 'bastard radar' went off.

Chuuya cursed under his breath as he saw the Armed Detective Agency in sight. Was this the place Yuutsu was going? What business does she have with them? No…surely she can't be seeing that bastard of a mummy that smells like rotten mackerel, right? Chuuya sure hoped that wasn't the case.

As Yuutsu led them closer to the agency, the more irritated Chuuya got, though Chuuya didn't show this at all.

"Oh! Well if it isn't the most beautiful woman in the world, my beautiful Belladonna, Yuutsu!" A flirtatious flamboyant man called out from near the building. A tall young man with a tan trench coat and chestnut hair waved to the both of them, standing in front of the entrance.

Yuutsu smiled, making Chuuya horrified.

"Ah, Dazai!" Yuutsu giggled, running up towards him a little.

Chuuya couldn't walk at all for a moment as he just stood there in prue horror and disgust. How could that bastard Dazai have that courage to talk to Yuutsu like that? Yuutsu was his girl, not Dazai's, that thing that is no longer human. He couldn't even breathe when Dazai wrapped his slender arms around  Yuutsu's waist to bring her into a tight embrace. Yuutsu timidly returned the gesture, making Chuuya want to rip Dazai's musty crusty arms off his woman. It made his blood boil with such possessiveness.

"Oi you sh*tty bastard! Hands off!" Chuuya slapped Dazai's arms away and gently but swiftly brought Yuutsu closer to him, wrapping one arm protectively over her waist. He didn't mean to, but he also hissed.

Yuutsu's eyes widened, surprised with the sudden turn of events.

"Ew, it's the shorty snail that wears a hat to try to look like an ugly giant," Dazai remarked with mock disgust, making the most dramatic disgusted face at the shorter man.

"You're the ugly one here! How dare you touch Yuutsu!" Chuuya growled, glaring daggers up at Dazai. "Ugh! I'm going to kill you!"

"Being killed by you is prue dissatisfaction. I'd much rather do a double suicide with your beautiful girlfriend." Dazai retorted nonchalantly.

"Oi! Don't bring my girlfriend into your stupid shenanigans!"

"Maybe she prefers being with me. Perhaps that's why she hangs out with me more than you! She sees me everyday, mind you.~"

Chuuya paused for a moment, almost not believing Dazai's words before he whipped his head to look at Yuutsu. His face looked a little betrayed and angered.

"A-ah…s-stop fighting…" Yuutsu muttered quietly, scared at the two men fighting.

The hatrack scoffed and turned his attention back towards Dazai. "Who cares? I'm the one she sleeps next to at the end of the day! She loves me much more than your flat ass!"

Dazai dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his chest, visibly wounded. "Mind you, my ass is better than yours! Who wants a thick ass?!"

Yuutsu had to prevent herself from laughing too much.

"She likes me for my better, more superior and thicker ass!"

Dazai scoffed. "Well I may have a flat ass, but at least I have depth, complexity and character! I am much more entertaining than you will ever be!"

"I am stronger and can protect her better."

"Guys, really- let's stop bickering about this," Yuutsu muttered, hand shaking a little as she stepped forward in an attempt to stop the two men from fighting any further. It was embarrassing to be the subject of conversation.

"Mind you, I am her favorite." Dazai said sternly, looking coldly down at Chuuya. It seemed as if he was hovering over him.

Chuuya stopped functioning, anger boiling within him like a kettle. He activated his ability and really wanted to hurt Dazai. "You wanna go, huh?"

Dazai just laughed as if a toddler had challenged him to a game of chess. "You are really temperamental, aren't you. That must be why everyone leaves you in the end, because you always resort to violence."

That hit a cord in Chuuya, making him lower his arm slowly as he stared at the ground. Dazai's comment hurt deeply, as if a dagger was stapled and glued into his core. A rush of memories flooded his head as he remembered all those who betrayed him. Could it be that Yuutsu was one of those people who betrayed him now?

"Chuuya!" Yuutsu called out gently, wrapping her delicate arms around Chuuya's shoulders. "Shh, it's okay. Don't fall into those memories. I'll be here for you."

Chuuya flinched slightly at the sudden touch. He still felt really wounded, however felt a little comforted knowing that Yuutsu was at least concerned about his well being.

"I'm sorry Chuuya…I had not intended to cause such chaos between you two…I hated seeing it." Yuutsu muttered quietly, obviously uncomfortable and anxious. "I'm just friends with Dazai, nothing more. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you would kill him. I don't want Dazai to die."

Both of the men's eyes softened slightly. A rare, gentle and genuine smile slowly painted across Dazai's face.

"I see…" Chuuya coughed awkwardly, not knowing how to handle the kind of situation they were in. "It was my fault. I just can't stand this….fish."

A very comical dramatic sigh escaped Dazai's lips as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'm willing to tolerate Chuuya for you when you're around. We both are. Isn't that right, now Chuuya?"

Chuuya snarled, disliking the idea of tolerating Dazai. "Fine, but only because I love Yuutsu and I don't want her to feel concerned."

Yuutsu smiled and hugged Chuuya tighter. "Thank you, my love!" Her cheery smile and angelic voice brightened up the atmosphere. "Thank you too, Dazai-san."

After the…incident is what Chuuya preferred to call it- Yuutsu and Chuuya went back to their expensive shared penthouse that they called their home. They both flipped onto the couch and sighed, tired from the day.

"Oi, doll, your mine and only mine." Chuuya grabbed Yuutsu and made her sit on his lap. He frowned, feeling a little grouchy. "That bastard Dazai is filled with disgusting germs and doesn't deserve to have an angel like you."

Yuutsu's face blushed crimson red. She chuckled, flustered at the position they were in. "I-i got that…"

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Author’s note: I am so sorry it took me a long time! *bows* I am almost done with the drawing, which shall be shown in the sequel to this one.

I enjoyed writing this very much! It was a very interesting request!

For the smut part, that shall be in the squeal!

Also, to those who requested Milgram, thank you s much! I shall start writing your requests soon!

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As today is Annual Day of Denial, I would like to share a basic edit I made concerning Gondor's finest, Boromir. Truth to be told, I didn't really care for him when I first watched the movies/first read the books. I was young and way too obsessed with a certain elf to pay attention to literally anything else. As I grew up and matured, I started to question a few things and realized Boromir was/is indeed one of the best characters every written. The love he has for his homeland and his people is inspiring and his dedication to protecting those he loves knows no bounds. As of today he is one of my favorite characters (Faramir too, but this is a whole other story) and I wish he had lived to see the glory of Gondor restored. Alas, I decided to follow canon in my fic and he doesn't really appear it except for flashbacks, visions or dreams. I thought of a few ways to honor him and one of these is naming a (very cute) OC after him.

So...

Here you go. This is Boromir. The cutest thing you ever did see. My main OC's (Enna) third surviving child and second son. His dad is obviously Eönwë because... because it is how it is. Elenwë's second boy, their sunshine, their cub, their little angel baby. Enna loves her late uncle dearly so naming her son after him felt like a good choice.

LOOK AT THEM. HOW ADORABLE.

In a happy AU version of my story, they would've definitely bonded. How can you not love this cutiepie to bits. Look at his cheeks, his eyes, his curls.

In my story they do meet though. They meet beyond Arda and the Circles of the World. Yes, this sweet baby dies. Insult me, go on. I know I deserve it. I would love for him to be safe with mamma and his papa, his papa teaching him how to shapeshift into an eagle and his mamma reading him books and telling him stories, combing his hair and tickling him. But, sadly, he has to die for the story to make sense.

I know I'm heartless and I hope you can forgive me. I did not include him in my other post about Elenwë and their family because he dies prematurely and...I'm cruel, I know. Sorry.

Boromir Eönwëion

(FoA. 29- FoA. 33)

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