#the 5 of them would be the best poly relationship ever

[kquil]

POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PART 5

05 : DRUNK AND CIGARETTE SMOKE

SUM : It’s been a few weeks and James makes a reappearance in your life, Remus too — they’ve fallen into bad habits. 

G. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james potter ; piercer remus lupin ; remus smokes ; drunk james ; reader is sad ; this is a little sad chapter ; fergus is an amazing, lovable manager ; i’m horrible at writing the scottish accent! ; james is an adorable drunk ; james’ car is sexy and red ; remiss has eye bags and smells of cigarette smoke ; uh oh ; it’ll get better soon! 

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You stare in disbelief at the notice that stares back at you mockingly from behind the glass door of the ‘Marauders Tattoo Parlour’. 

‘NOTICE’ it said in bold red sharpie, right above a handwritten message that you recognise as Remus’ neat penmanship, ‘due to personal reasons, Prongs, Padfoot and I (Moony) will be keeping the parlour closed until further notice. We kindly ask that you remain patient as private matters are being sorted through and resolved. We are still open for online and phone consultations to discuss designs and potential future appointments. Kindest Regards, The Marauders’. Beneath the polite and brief explanation of current circumstances was a business email address and phone number as well as working times for phone calls. 

The weeks following your discovery of the boys’ true relationship, you rarely ever passed their parlour. A little over three weeks has passed now and you’ve finally been able to walk past their studio doors close enough to read the notice. You’re frozen in place as dread and worry cultivates shards of sharpened ice to grow within you. Freezing up your senses, freezing up your mind and freezing up limbs. Yet, your heart is racing like never before, your blood pounding against your ears like a drummer gone mad. 

The feeling that settled in your stomach wasn’t a pleasant one, especially when you felt completely responsible for the boys’ sudden hiatus in business. They had often talked to you about how much the parlour meant to them, how it was their best investment and remains their biggest source of opportunity — an opportunity to help people express themselves. It’s a form of freedom that many have been deprived of (themselves included) and they were honoured to now be able to provide that same freedom to others. For them to completely close up shop like this was completely bizarre. 

How long have they been closed for?

You bite your lip and will yourself to move your feet, the ice in your limbs breaking uncomfortably, shattering into a million knives of ice, shooting pins and needles up your arms and legs as if your blood had been frozen up too. As you walk away, you slip your phone back into your pocket, where your hands also remain. 

While contemplating what could have happened to your favourite tattooists and piercer, you made sure to save a picture of their business phone number onto your photos. 

You were never able to call their business number. And you had many excuses lined up to absolve your cowardly behaviour. The main one being that it was their business number, it wasn’t meant to be used for a conversation between friends. Were you even still friends at this point? The thought made you shiver and stole the appetite right from your stomach. It was a greedy little thing cowardice, regret too. They’ve stolen many things from you, your appetite was their favourite thing to purloin, motivation another, happiness as well. Nasty, selfish and greedy thieves. But you weren’t brave enough to confront them and make them stop. And that, alone, makes you their willing accomplice — so who’s really to blame? 

It didn’t help that through this entire ordeal, you’ve realised that none of the boys have exchanged phone numbers with you. To say that you were bitter was an understatement. If they never gave you their number, why would they want you ringing them in the first place? 

…maybe they didn’t have a reason to? You couldn’t remember a single time after the day you first brought them that homemade ‘thank you’ lunch where you hadn’t seen them on a regular basis. And now that you were used to seeing them almost daily, your life has since been bleeding of colour and vibrance. Days are dull and monotonous, it’s hard to motivate yourself to do pretty much anything, let alone your job.

“Yer’ve been sighin’ so much these days, I’m startin’ to see wrinkles forming’ on yer cute lil’ face lass,” Furgus comments, nudging your hip with his own as he passes by you behind the counter. 

Flustered, you scramble to get back to work with a quick apology, evidence of your embarrassment heating up your cheeks as you do so, “I’m so sorry Gus,”

With hearty laugh, the burly Scottish man pats you on the back and whispers some reassuring words, “Yer’ve got nothin’ ta worry about lass, I jus’ wan’ed ta see if you were al’ight is all,”

“I’m okay,” you smile grateful for his care only to be met with suspicious eyes and a deep, bearded frown. 

“Don’t grow a habit o’ lyin’ ta me lass, it won’t do ya any good,” his words make more heat rise to your cheeks but you reassure him as best as you can in between taking orders and serving drinks. It was no use however, Fergus saw you as his own daughter, he knew you like the back of his hand and you know that he had his suspicions of your odd behaviour lately — all derived from a sadness he didn’t like you wearing. Thankfully, he decided to leave you alone with your sorrow and regret and focused back on managing the pub. Tonight was pretty average, you saw the regulars and greeted them with a friendly smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes; if any of them noticed, they never said a thing about it to you. Thank god. 

It seemed like it would be another regular night until you caught sight of a familiar figure in the corner of your eye. You had just gotten back from your break when you spot James at a far table, nursing a pint and buried under a sheet of suffocating misery all on his lonesome. 

“James?” you breathed in disbelief with a wide-eyed stare directed right at him. 

“You know that guy?” Bonnie, your coworker, asks in a whisper into your ear and you had no choice but to nod your head in confirmation — you’ve already outed yourself, there was no point in lying, “well he’s been drinkin’ himself to death for the past hour or so, what’s gotten into him? D’ya know?”

“No…” you’re a liar. 

“Well ya be’er find out or else imma have ta kick the poor bastard outta ‘ere,” Fergus comments, his arms folded over his large chest and his brows knitted together in disapproval. 

“May I—…?” you begin to ask softly, sending a curious look towards Fergus who meets your eyes with a small smile and a wink. 

“Consider yerself off fer da night,” with a smile, you thank him and take a breath before making your way over to the miserable tattooist. 

“Angel!” James smiles happily at the sight of you, his drunken state adding an adorable dopiness to his already charming grin, “It’s you~” he coos and wraps his arms around your middle to bury his face into your stomach when you were close enough, “I missed you so much, angel~” he sighs, his voice muffled by your clothes as he refuses to detach himself from you, “even if this is just another dream…” you barely hear him and you almost curse yourself from being able to because his words make your heart drop to your stomach. 

“James,” you ask softly, “can you please get up?” 

“Why?” he shuffles to press his chin into your lower belly and stare up at you with those sweet hazel eyes of his. The sneaky bastard, he knows how weak at the knees you become from his simple stare. You’ve never told him so and often put in the effort to not show it but you know, he knows. 

“Because you need to go home,” he gives an incredulous look at your reasoning and he’s adorable doing so, even in his drunken state. 

“Why would I need to do that when you’re right here?” he slurs and hiccups, your heart pounding erratically at his words.  

“James please—”

“No!”

“James—”

“‘m not going home! I wanna stay here with you,” he presses his face into your stomach again and sobs into your clothes, “you’re gonna disappear again,” he sobs miserably, “I don’t want that…” 

“Please just let me call you a taxi James?” he doesn’t respond, pressing his face further into your stomach as you comb your fingers through his dark hair, you touch gentle and comforting, coaxing him into some compliance, “remind me of your address again and I’ll call you a taxi, okay?”

“NO!” 

You suppress a defeated sigh. 

It takes several minutes of coaxing until you’re finally able to take his phone from him. He refuses to let you call him a taxi and you weren’t going to force him to walk home alone in his drunken state so you’re going to have to do the one thing you can think of that’ll guarantee his safe return home. Not that you’ll enjoy it because it means confrontation. 

“Can you tell me your passcode, please, James?” you ask in a gentle whisper, only to him, “I need to do something very important on your phone,”

With a large smile he recites the digits, “22nd of the 6th, 17,” the way he says it makes your raise a brow. Sensing your curiosity, James answers your silent question, “is the day Moony, Pads and I became official,” he giggles adorably to himself as you smile somewhat sadly — another reminder that you should stay away. You don’t say anything to prompt him further and, instead, type in the code before looking through his contacts. It takes you a moment but you’re eventually pressing call and waiting patiently for Remus to pick up.

“…James?” Remus’ familiar, kind voice speaks tiredly through the phone and you don’t know whether to breath a sigh of relief or worry, “Hello?”

It takes you a moment but you finally will yourself to speak, “Hey, um, Remus?” 

“…Dove?” he’s in complete disbelief and it’s evident in his voice, “Is that really you?”

“uh…yeah,” you chirp sheepishly and Remus is all forms of elated but his excitement dwindles quickly when he realises how you’re able to call him. 

“Why do you have James’ phone?” you were right to call him, knowing that he was preceptive, reasonable and easy to talk to even with the tension in the air. Patiently, you explain the situation, never taking your fingers away from James’ hair as he practically purrs into your form, adoring the physical contact and muttering to himself happily. It’s especially loveable like this, considering that it’s him being dopey and giggly and not anyone else.

“Oh…” Remus sighs, clearly disappointed, “I’m so sorry, darling, I’ll get him right away,” 

“It’s no trouble, Rem,” it was hard not to cringe when the familiar nickname easily rolls off your tongue. As if nothing happened — oh how you wish for such a reality!

“Just tell me where you are and I’ll be right over,” you don’t know if you’re just imagining it but there’s a considerable shift in his voice, he sounds much softer after hearing his nickname easily fall from your lips. 

“We’re at the Boar and Elephant pub on Chapel Road,” 

“Alright, I’ll be there soon,” with a click, he was gone and you were left to keep James satisfied until he got there. It wasn’t an overly tough job; James seemed perfectly content nuzzling into your stomach with his arms hugging you in place as your fingers massage his scalp and gently groom his hair. He’s like a puppy, eager to receive affectionate cuddles and pets. If he had a tail, he’d be wagging it like crazy and you giggle to yourself at the mental image it conjures up. 

“I missed that…” James mutters, maybe to himself but it wasn’t clear.

“I’m sorry?”

“I miss the sound of you giggling,” you don’t know what to say but he continues, going off on a tangent, “it’s so pretty, you’re so pretty. It’s like the sound of a cute little bell ringing…so pretty— pretty pretty pretty!” you can’t lie to yourself, he’s absolutely precious, “I miss you so much angel, why did you go away? I don’t want you away, I want you with me, and with Remus and with Sirius too…” he murmurs something into your stomach that you weren’t able to pick up but don’t press him further on the matter, fearing that your heart might just about burst if you do. You can’t afford to hope for such a fantasy with them when it could never become a reality. 

It just wasn’t possible…

“Not fair!”James whines, making grabby hands at you as Remus, with the force of a gentle giant, manoeuvres him into the back seat of a red Jaguar XJR. Dealing with a defiant baby was a struggle so dealing with a giant, beefy baby like James Potter was like trying to control a hurricane. But Remus had a magic touch and arguably had more of a silver tongue than Sirius did so he made it look like a walk in the park. It was astounding, “I wanna be with my angel!” James sobs as Remus closes the door on him, putting a stop to James’ needy cries. 

“She’s not yours, she’s no one’s,” was Remus’ response even though he had already closed the door, James unable to hear him and the hint of dismay coherent in his tired voice, “thank you for looking after him, Dove, you’re always too kind,”

“N-no, don’t worry about it,” he smiles down at you, silence filling up the space between your two lonely figures under the amber lamplight. He doesn’t seem to mind the hush in conversation but knowing that his eyes were fixed on you was unnerving, “so! Is that your car?” you ask, desperate for a change in conversation; your restless fiddling making your intentions obvious but Remus keeps to himself. 

“No, no, it’s not mine,” he answers with a short chuckle, “this is James’ car,”

“Oh…” you hum to yourself thoughtfully, eyes carefully examining the body and model of the car, “I see,” it looks like a car James would have, you think to yourself. There was more silence until Remus finally brings himself to commence your farewells. 

“Well I suppose I should head off, I don’t want to take up too much of your time,” your heart stutters, almost to a stop, at his words, even more so when you see him hesitate upon leaning down. A victim to your own habits, you find yourself closing your eyes and awaiting his gentle kiss goodbye against your temple.

…But it never comes.

“Goodbye then,” he calls over his shoulder, and rounds the car to get to the driver’s seat. 

“—Do you smoke?” you suddenly ask, in some part desperate to extend your interaction with each other and other parts curious of the lingering cigarette smoke you smell on his clothes, masking his usually comforting fragrance. It’s strong enough that you were able to catch it from your formal amount of distance with each other and it struck you as odd. You had never seen him smoke before. 

Remus laughs a brief and strained sound as he looks at you from over the hood of the car, did he always have such deep eye-bags? “Not usually,” he sends you a sheepish smile once you’re finally able to meet his eyes, “but I’ve recently taken to it again,“ he sees worry and grief fill your eyes and hurries to correct himself, ”—But don’t worry, Dove,” his features are gentle and kind, warm and… forgiving, “I’m okay,” 

The world slows as you watch him bend his head to sit in the drivers seat. It’s been too long. For you, at least. This can’t continue. It scares you to think about where this may go if you leave it to late. It’s only been three weeks! If this is the result…you dread to think about what would happen if things went on for longer than that. James is drinking himself to death. Remus is smoking cigarettes. What about Sirius? Your stomach twists uncomfortably, painfully, your heart too. 

“No! You’re not!” you shout, tears of anger welling up in your eyes as Remus stops and looks over at you once again, his breath hitching when he sees your eyes glistening with tears, “you’re not okay…” 

“Dove—”

“I’m coming by tomorrow,” you announce, “at lunch,” this was a commitment you’re making, a commitment to him, to them. Even if you’re heartbroken, that doesn’t give you the right to be a bad friend. You brave a watery smile, “I’ll make your favourites…so you better be there!”

→ NEXT : 06 | SELFISH DESIRES

A/N : i’m so sooo sorry for my depiction of the scottish accent, i really tried my best, please don’t hate me! if you have any ideas of how i could make it better, please say so, i’d really appreciate it. Also, i know that this isn’t completely fluff but we’re getting there, you’ll have to wait and see in the next chapter! 

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Hello there :)

I'm new here but I love your stuff, it's all so sweet 😫❤️

So hear me out, I got an idea for Zosan x fem!reader, where Reader is a little Tinkerer and loves to invent things or just make cute thingamajigs. And she loves to make small things for Zoro and Sanji and even though they always get red and fidgety when she give them her little presents, they always cherish them and keep them neatly in their room🥺

Welcome and i hope you enjoy this, i find this idea so cute.

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship

^ When you first joined the crew you were kinda scared to show off your inventions, mainly because you wanted to impress them and anything less than perfect was not good enough for you, but with time and some entrancement from Usopp and Sanji you started to show your stuff before it was finished.

^ Your always observing how the crew works and planning how to make their life easier by making stuff for them, so you always have a project going on. You used to hide away in Usopp's area of the ship but now find it more enjoyable by being around the crew, your main favorite places are the kitchen and the training room.

^ Depending on if you want to talk or not you'll choose one or the other to tinker with your project in, Sanji is always happy to have you around and willing to talk with you about anything. He's really into what your doing and fawns over your thoughtfulness and skill, he was doing this even before you started dating him. In the training room there's no talking just the sound of Zoro working out, he appreciated you being quiet but if he found you struggling with something he would offer his help mainly to show off how strong he is.

^ If you ever need help with something you can always go to either one of them, and they'll both do their best while also trying to cheer you up if something hasn't gone the way you wanted. Gods forbid you ever get hurt while making something, the slightest hiss or pain and their asking what's wrong, Zoro is way more toned down just asking if your ok and if you need anything while Sanji is instantly by your side taking what ever body part is hurt into his hands and looking it over before dragging you off to see chopper.

^ When you work late into the night mainly because you loose track of time both of your boys have to come down and get you, one isn't enough since you try and by more time if its only one of them. With Sanji you can give him a pout and kiss asking him to sit with you fore a minute while you finish up, that minute turns into 5, then 10 and soon the cook is fast asleep on your work table. With Zoro all you have to do is ask for his help with something, even if its just opening a jar or pulling something apart then compliment him, you'll force him to sit down in your seat so you can sit on his lap and work saying you'll be a minute, again that minute turns into much longer and the swordsman is fast sleep holding you tight.

^ It surprises you how long it took them to realize what you were doing so now come together in order to get you to sleep, they both have to remind each other of your tactics. Working together they manage to pull you away form your work and to bed, it warms your heart at how much they care about you, at first you feared they only liked you for what you made them but once that was voiced they both made it well known that they love you for you and nothing else. They constantly remind you of that with compliments, loving touches and pulling you away form your work just for your attention or make you eat and sleep.

^ Sanji loves all the things you make for him and tries his best to take great care of them, most of the stuff you make for him are in the kitchen since their practical gifts, A knife block that sharpens the knives for him and some robotic hands that you can attach to the sink that washes dishes for him are the main things but you've made small stuff too. One of his favorites is a small Robot that looks just like him, its made to grind spices and herbs for him rolling the stone back and forth to crush what he needs, he mainly likes it because not only is it useful and catches his likeness well but it also keeps Luffy distracted instead of asking for food.

^ There is one thing the cook keeps in his room away from everyone and everything, a small thing that no one would bat an eye too, but he holds so close to his heart that he wants to keep it safe forever. He's almost scared to use it in case he damages it, its one of the first things you made him and although you didn't think it was perfect still, Sanji couldn't help but fall in love with it and in turn fall in love with you.

^ The lighter you gifted him was unlike anything he had ever seen before, it was round and the middle made out of glass so you can see the strange multicolored liquid inside, a beautiful blue steal engraved casing surrounded it, at first it just seemed like random lines but when he looked closer he found that the small engagements where actually pots, pans, knives, spoons ect, anything to do with cooking was cut out letting you see the glass area.

^ He was beyond happy with it and loved the blush on your face when he raved about it but you had one last thing up your sleeve, turning the lighter on instead of the normal yellow flame it was a blue flame, he started at it in amazement a warm feeling filling his chest as you talked. At that moment the world around him became none existent, just him, you and the blue flame lighting up your face in a way that took his breath and heart, that was the moment he fell in love and what made him decide to treasure that lighter forever.

^ Zoro didn't care a first and was almost offended when you made him something that would make training easier, he did want or need your help and made it clear to you. He got yelled at by most of the crew for making you upset and almost scared of him but it was Us opp and Chopper who managed to make him see the other side of things. You weren't calling him weak, you just wanted to make his training better and more effective because of this he apologized the best he could, after that he loves having you around and working while he's training. On his breaks he'll sit with you and watch what your doing, becoming almost hypnotized by how you make it look so easy.

^ The things you make for him are mostly to do with training but there are times when you try to help him with his sense of direction but those always seem to fail since he keeps getting lost even with the best of your stuff. You've made wrap around pads that turn hot or cold dampening on what he needs, a small device that shows him how fast, strong and level his swings are either with a sword of weights.

^ The first thing you made him is a small device that can be strapped to the back of his neck, thanks to the help of Chopper its made to read brain waves, the small screen will show, what muscles in the body are being works, how long for and the amount of strain their under. It'll let off a beep if a part of the body is under too much strain which is what annoyed him in the first place, you did tell him that the gauge can be changed, but he didn't listen due to his anger. At first, he wanted to throw it out or chuck it into the ocean but for some reason he couldn't, it's been in his locker ever since, and he can't bring himself to let you knew he's still got it, so it says there.

^ There are times when he'll look it over with a smile thinking about everything you've done for him but also cursing himself for yelling at you that day and almost ruining what he has now, loving you and having you make things for him is something he holds close to his heart and this small machine if a constant reminder to never take that for granted, but he'll never let you know.

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 13)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 4,702

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

Notes: Sorry for the long wait but the time has finally cum

Also, this one is pretty gory, major tw for deceased children (they're not zombies tho)

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Day 194 Part 2

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“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

“One more,” you echo, eyes bouncing from Cassian’s to Azriel’s, behind you. The shadow pressing you further into Cassian’s chest is as serious as you’ve ever seen him, nodding firmly. They want this. You want this. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Azriel murmurs, meeting the lust filled gaze of his partner. Cassian’s deep hazel eyes are glued to your face though, primal and wanting painted clear as day. It makes Azriel's cock twitch in his pants.

Cassian continues, stroking a calloused thumb gently across your cheek. “We want you,” and there’s nothing but trust and truth sparkling within that look. You swallow roughly at the sight, at the low words that are nearly a growl of how much he wants you. “Do you want us?”

“Gods, yes,” you sigh, picturing what it will be like to have both of them in the same moment. Two men, complete opposites in personality, but have somehow found companionship in each other, in you. You’ve dreamt about the both of them together and the things they’ve done, but this time, the fleeting flash includes you too.

But there’s a part of you that’s still nervous. You crane your neck as best you can to meet Azriel’s blazing eyes, pupils dilated and fingers tightening on your hips as you give your attention to him. Only days ago he hated you, would take any opportunity to snap at you, but now…now he’s looking down at you like you’re the cure for this zombie-infested world. 

You’re looking for the confirmation that he wants this but it’s clearly written on his face, gold eyes glimmering, fingers stroking your sides in encouragement. If that wasn’t enough of an answer, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a grin surely does the trick, your heartbeat fumbling at the sight of something you hardly often see.

Your body reacts to him as he leans down. You fist his freshly cut locks as  he abandons holding your waist to cradle your neck instead, guiding you to meet his lips halfway. Azriel’s fingers press lightly into your neck as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a groan, tasting you once more.

Cassian’s hands roam freely, one finding your own and he twines your fingers together and lets you hold him like a vice while Azriel lays claim to your mouth. He watches the both of you intensely, cock achingly hard in his pants as he does so. The sight of Azriel finally taking what he wants from you, demanding and in charge always arouses him, especially as he sees the pink of his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

His other hand slides beneath your shirt to palm at your breasts. You moan in response, bowing your back for him as those calloused fingers smooth across your pebbled nipples. It’s the perfect angle of your body to writhe back against the hot cock at your backside. Your underwear is already soaked with your arousal and your jeans are feeling much too constricting right now.

Cassian can’t decide where he wants to taste you first. He wants to run his tongue across your peaked nipples, suck on the soft flesh of them and leave a red mark of his own, but the exposed skin of your throat around Azriel’s fingers is too inviting not to pass up. He leans down to kiss at your neck and you gasp into Azriel’s mouth but he soothes his tongue over yours and you fall back into the kiss easily, enjoying the feeling of Cassian’s teeth grazing softly as both men press you closer between them.

The three of you take up the entire doorway of the small bathroom but none of you care. Until Cassian hits his elbow on the doorframe as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head to let your wandering hands roam the planes of his chest.

“Fucking shit,” he curses, clutching his elbow with a pout. He frowns and you can’t help but laugh, finally pulling away from Azriel and looking up at him through dazed eyes. You’d heard the sound of his bone hitting the wood and winced, accidentally biting down on Azriel’s lip in the process. Indeed, you spot his tongue swiping out to lap up a bead of blood from where you’d punctured his lip. Shooting him an apologetic look, Azriel only shrugs in response, grinning down at you.

“Hello, that hurt,” Cassian exclaims, drawing you away from your heated stare with Azriel. You blush, turning away but shift your hips back against his, as much as a silent apology and a ‘we’ll finish this soon’ motion you’re willing to give. 

The soft thrust he answers with has heat coiling low in your gut.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, and are surprised by how gravelly your voice is with lust. Cassian’s eyes flash, the pout flattening as you give him your attention. “Want me to kiss it better?” 

He smirks, baring his canines, bumped elbow forgotten. He ducks his head, so close to you that his long lashes and lips brush against yours. 

“I know exactly what you can kiss,” Cassian says and doesn’t wait for an answer as he sweeps you into a kiss.

He doesn’t stop there, hauling you into his arms without detaching your lips makes you swoon, hands finding his hair and burying themselves deep. The kiss is animal, the raw need for you overtaking him completely. His chest is bare and you let your hands fall, exploring those broad shoulders covered in inky swirls, down the front of his chest. You wish he’d stripped you of your own shirt so you can press against him fully, bared and ready for his touch.

Azriel isn’t far behind, guiding the both of you in your ravenous states to the only room on the first floor. None of you care where you end up, as long as you’re all a writhing pile of bodies kissing and touching and fucking.

Cassian works at the button of your pants with one hand while Azriel tugs your shirt off from behind. His hands are like ice in the best way, light touches causing goosebumps to break out across your flesh as he pulls the fabric from your body.

Fingers dip into your undone pants, brushing across your clothed cunt and you cry out in pleasure, arching at the greedy touch, body falling back into Azriel’s, who catches you without trouble. He settles the both of you onto the bed, you between his legs as Cassian kneels over you, drinking the both of you in.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, eyes shining. A long moment passes, the man getting his fill of the two beacons in this hell infested world, feeling like he’s nearly whole again, but Cassian won’t get emotional, not right now when you’re half naked and thighs are spread wide for him to continue.

So he does, hands finding your skin first, followed by his mouth. Your chest heaves with pleasure as he works his way down, sucking a nipple into his mouth like he’s been waiting for, kneading the other in a large hand. Azriel’s stroking soothing patterns down your sides that do nothing to calm you down, only work you up more while he mutters filthily in your ear.

“Been thinking of all the ways we can take you,” he whispers, breath hot as you stare down at Cassian, working his way down your chest to the sensitive skin of your hips. You whimper at the words and the man dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. “All of those positions, what you’ll do with my cock in your mouth and Cassian’s in your cunt, or me in your cunt and him in your ass…so many possibilities.” 

You swear you could cum by his words and Cassian’s touch alone, but the latter is peeling your pants down your legs, panties along with them and suddenly you’re bare and glistening for him and he’s grinning like a wolf.

“Azriel, help me out here, would you?” He asks and Azriel doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands hook beneath your knees, pulling your legs higher, exposing more of your cunt to Cassian.

You grapple for something to hold onto when Cassian dips down and licks a stripe up your cunt for his first taste. You settle on digging your nails into Azirel’s forearms, who’s mouthing at your neck, eyes pinned to the man slipping his tongue through your folds.

“Heavens above,” you gasp, hips already canting for more.

“And hell below,” Azriel adds breathily, watching the way Cassian’s mouth devours you. He’s suddenly all too aware that his cock is pinned between your body and his.

Fuck. It’s been so long that you can already feel the coiling of heat flushing through your gut. You want to cum desperately, and Cassian is more skilled than you thought, tongue fucking into you before he sweeps upwards, swirling around your sensitive clit with fervor while Azriel spreads your legs wider for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cassian presses a finger into you, then two, curling them into your slick. They drag across your walls while he flicks your clit with his tongue, lathing over it in a slow lick that has your body bowing from the bed before he’s working you even faster now, fingers fucking into you while his mouth works its magic.

Your head collapses back on Azriel’s shoulder and he takes the opportunity to taste the sounds falling from your lips. As if by some telepathic agreement, Cassian’s free hand replaces Azriel’s, holding your legs spread for him while the man behind you snakes his hand down your front, tweaking your nipple at the same time Cassian nips at your swollen bud.

You cum with a cry that might have zombies swarming the property but you don’t care, not when you feel this good, their touch swallowing you as you fall off the edge of reality. Black dots your vision and your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, all for him, all for them. 

“Good girl,” Azriel says against your lips. You find the strength to bury your fingers in his hair, the other finding the back of Cassian’s neck as he rises from between your legs.

You think he’s going to kiss you, you want him to, want to thank him on your knees with his cock in your mouth, but instead he’s seeking out Azriel, sharing the taste of you with him with a groan that reverberates through your bones. Your breath hitches as you watch the both of them kiss, grunting softly as they battle for more with you pressed between them. 

Fuck, if they aren’t magnificent looking like that; pink tongues darting out to meet each other, red lips puffy with lust as they go. It makes you want to reach your hand down and touch yourself through it, the ethereal beauty of the men surrounding you.

Cassian is the first to break the kiss. He only pecks you on the lips with a murmur of appraisal that leaves you whimpering as he backs off of the bed, hands finding the button of his pants. Your mouth goes dry and Azriel is gently urging you off of him so he can join Cassian, who pauses his own work to help Azriel with his shirt.

Gods, you don’t know how they manage to stay in such shape though the end of the world. The cutting lines of Azriel’s hips emerge from beneath the black shirt Cassian’s slowly shoving up his body, as if he knows what a show is being displayed and wants to taunt you further. It’s hard to show you all of the angles Cassian wants to share but then there’s abdominals for days. You see matching swirling tattoos, the same ones that span across Cassian’s shoulders and then Azriel’s being led into a twist of his torso to show off the large wings tattooed on his back. Your breath catches in your throat at the intricacy of the needle work.

“Wow.”

Cassian smirks, running a large hand down the corded muscle of Azriel’s back, right across the wings. The latter shudders pleasurably in response and you tuck that information away for later. “I know right?”

He helps him with his pants, and Azriel’s scarred fingers tug Cassian’s down in one fell swoop, throbbing cocks bobbing upwards as they’re released from their confines. A heated glance passes between them before they’re finally turning towards you in all of their glory for you to feast upon.

“I haven’t had sex in ages,” you breathe, drinking in the long lengths of them. Gods, they’re so big and ready for you, pearls of precum at the tips and standing at attention. “I’ll have to work up to the both of you.”

Azriel chokes and Cassian groans your name, planting his hands on either side of you, forcing you to look up at him with those wide eyes. 

“We don’t ever expect you to have to take us both at the same time,” his voice is rough, strained. “But fucking hearing you say it makes me want it so badly. And if you want it someday, we’re more than willing to fill you with your needs.”

Your exhale is ragged as you picture the three of you together. Yes, yes, you want both of them inside of you, if not today, then when you have more time, when you’re more prepared, when you’re clean and familiar again with the act of sex. 

You nod because you don’t trust your voice right now. Cassian gives you a reassuring smile as Azriel climbs up onto the bed with both of you.

“Cass, at the head of the bed, please,” Azriel grunts, unable to take his eyes off of you. You feel much the same, even when Cassian wrenches Azriel’s head up with a sharp hand and kisses him harshly before doing as told. He settles himself against the headboard, hands propped behind his head looking oh-so ready for what’s about to come.

You find yourself more than ready for whatever direction the dark haired man is about to give you too.

“There you go,” he guides you gently to your hands and knees so you’re face to face with a smiling Cassian. His gaze softens as Azriel puts you where he wants you, reaching a hand out to stroke softly down your cheek, a question in his eyes.

You nod, more than eager to join them. You open your mouth to speak but Azriel’s brushing his fingers through your soaked folds and your arms nearly give out at the touch.

“All ready for me,” he nearly sounds like he’s in disbelief to have you on your hands and knees for him, ready for the taking. You peer over your shoulder to catch the bright golden eyes, the way they’re devouring you whole while he strokes his cock. 

“Please,” you exhale and he looks up. “Please.”

Azriel agrees and your breath sticks in your chest at the hot press of his tip, guiding himself into you with a groan. “So fucking tight,” he pants, and you have no response as he inches in.

Your arms are shaking so badly that you don’t think you’ll be able to hold yourself up. Cassian’s hands find your biceps, curling around and helping steady you. You thank him with a pleading look and he’s the only thing keeping you up as Azirel’s hips meet yours and you rock forward.

“It’s okay,” Cassian assures you, helping you down to your elbows. You’re face first with his cock, resting thick and hot against his lower abs. You want to take it in your mouth, want to taste him the way he tasted you. 

So you do.

On the pull of Azriel’s hips you fist Cassian’s cock, the both of them moaning deep and low. Azriel curses at the feeling of your warm walls around him, slick with excitement and pleasure while you drag the beading pearlescent precum down Cassian’s large shaft. You’re nearly drooling for him and his hands find your hair, sweeping it up into a fist as you guide your head down to taste.

He’s too big to fit all the way down, and your jaw stretches uncomfortably, but Cassian doesn’t seem to mind any of it. His head falls back against the headboard and the muscles of his stomach tighten as he tries to keep his hips from bucking into the wet cavern of your mouth.

Azriel doesn’t hold himself back, canting his hips into yours with a thrust that has you choking on Cassian’s cock. The weight of him in your mouth and Azriel at your backside is a type of safety you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not when you’re running for your life on the daily from an unstoppable disease and those who have suffered with it.

But all of that is flushed from your mind as Azriel’s hands encircle your hips, holding you in place while he fucks into you. Cassian’s cock in your mouth is like silk and you can’t help yourself but to run your tongue up and down, swirling around as you manage to force your weight onto one arm to have a free hand to wrap around the rest of him.

“Gods,” Cassian pants, and he wants to squirm, to take your jaw in hand and shove himself deeper inside of you. You’re on par with how Azriel takes care of him, though your hand is smaller and more delicate as it draws pleasure from your touch. “You’re incredible.”

And you’re thinking the exact same thing about the both of them. Azriel's hand slides into the dip of your back, encouraging you to arch deeper for him. You do with pleasure and he growls as he sinks deeper, moves faster because the feeling is bubbling within him, about to spill over.

“Fucking perfect,” he repeats Cassian’s words from before because it’s the only statement he can remember and the only one that can describe the look and feel of you. “So fucking perfect.”

You whimper but it’s cut off by Cassian’s cock, no longer able to hold himself back when you’re doing such a good job with him. His hands find your cheeks, guiding you in all of the ways that he needs to finish, saying your name like a prayer.

You melt into the sheets when Azriel’s hand snakes around your front, straight to your clit, working you with frenzied strokes. It’s everything, exactly what you wanted when you pictured the three of you together, a mess of limbs and noises and fluids that none of you want to step away from.

Cassian cums with a shout, trying to lift your mouth from his cock. But you want him to cum in your mouth, you want to taste his musk as badly as you want to cum yourself, which you don’t have to wait for because Azriel’s fingers are like magic, drawing it from you like he’s known how to all along.

The man at your back talks you through it, the both of you, but the words are jumbled and you can’t make them out through the blinding haze of your second orgasm. All you hear are his curses as your cunt clenches tightly around him before he’s pulling out and there’s wet smearing across your back as he cums.

Time seems to slow as the three of you catch your breath. Your eyes are shut tight, body tired with the effort, using Casisan’s thick thigh as a resting place for your head as he strokes your hair softly. The taste of him is fresh on your tongue and you savor it, shuddering as fingers brush through the cum spattered on your back and hums of appreciation follow. 

“You want a taste, pretty girl?” Cassian asks, offering you some of Azriel’s cum on his fingers. You open your mouth, humming with pleasure at the taste of both of them on your tongue, too tired to even open your eyes.

The rest of the world falls from under you as you slip into a peaceful sleep.

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“What are you doing?” Azriel asks, finding you in the pantry sometime later, sorting through the items abandoned in there.

You look up to find him in his pants again, hair ruffled from sleep and from when you’d run your fingers through it. Your cheeks heat and he smirks, crossing large arms over his chest as he leans against the doorway, caging you in.

“Looking to see if any of this is still edible,” you sigh, pulling out a can of what Azriel thinks used to be peaches, but now looks like a jar of what might have started the apocalypse in the first place. “Want some?”

“Gods, no,” he responds with a shake of his head. “I’m not that desperate. Not yet, anyways.”

“So it’s settled,” you give him a cheeky grin, “I’ll keep them in my bag until you are that desperate.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, much fonder than all of the other times you’ve seen him make the same face. “And you’ll be crying when I’m eating those lovely peaches and you’ve got nothing.” He huffs, settling down on his haunches to help you in your search.

“Peaches?” you ask, genuinely confused. “I thought they were nectarines.” You examine the jar closely.

“Semantics.”

Azriel doesn’t do much to aid your search, but it’s because the house doesn’t have much of anything left. The company is nice though, and you don’t mind the comfortable silence between the both of you as you work.

By the time you’ve filtered through everything left, you’ve found one can of chili, and one very old hard candy that you let Azriel have. It stains his mouth blue and you find yourself crawling into his lap to suck the flavoring off his tongue.

Cassian finds you in that compromising position when he wakes from his own nap. His limp is nearly gone and he’s fully dressed, grinning like a wolf when he sees the both of you, but it quickly morphs into a full blown pout when he sees Azriel’s blue lips.

“You found candy and didn’t share? We share everything else, what the fuck?”

He can only be consoled by kisses from the both of you and a promise that he gets the next candy.

They both join you on your quest, picking apart each room carefully, finding little knick-knacks here and there to amuse yourselves with. You watch the delicate way Azriel looks at things, picking them up and examining them before setting them back exactly where they’d come from if he doesn’t deem them useful. Cassian is a lot more carefree with the process, breaking a lamp after accidentally bumping into the small table while rooting through the drawers.

You, on the other hand, can’t help but to look at the photos splayed across the top of the dresser. It’s a family of six, the mother and father gathering their children up in their arms in a way that was clearly instructed by the photographer, all of them wearing genuine smiles nonetheless.

It makes your chest ache a little.

There are some clothes upstairs in the closets that haven’t totally been eaten through by moths and other bugs, Cassian tossing the ones you deem fit for travel down the stairs to refold and pack again later.

The basement is the final place for inspection. It’s cold and empty down there, the carpet damn beneath your feet. It looks as if it had been renovated right before the apocalypse, because it’s complete but there’s a lack of furniture, nothing but the books on the lone built-in shelves.

You find interest anyway, looking at the spines for something that might look interesting. Who knows what you’ll need to resort to to pass the time until Rhys and Feyre get back? 

After a few minutes of looking, Cassian is bored of pretending like this interests him and lets his eyes wander from the stacks of novels.

He squints, backing up because the shelf itself looks weird, he realizes, and he notices the gap next to it. One that shouldn’t be there unless–

“I think it’s a door, you guys,” he says quietly. You share a look with Azriel and Cassian shines his flashlight into the crack. Sure enough, he sees hinges.

“Stand back and be ready,” Azriel murmurs to you, and you heed his warning, face stone cold and serious as you unsheath the knife at your belt.

The bookshelf pulls out with a loud groan of protest and Cassian shines his light around quickly but nothing jumps out at the three of you, a good sign. There’s a big metal door in front of you instead, and Azriel deems it a bunker door or sorts.

“Looks like these people were prepared,” Azriel compliments, assessing the door.

“Do you think there’s anyone inside?” Cassian asks, and the two share a look.

“Only one way to find out.”

There’s an unsettled feeling curling in your stomach but they’re already prying the door open, muscles straining with the effort.

“Fuck,” Cassian hisses, all of you throwing your arms over your noses and mouths at the smell that leaks through the room, momentarily letting your guard down from the stench alone. The smell is one of the worst things you’ve ever experienced and you know that they should close the bunker back up right now.

It’s bright in there, and there must be lights powered by the solar panels on the roof, but the sight inside is Gods awful.

The first thing Cassian notices is the walls.

Deep scratches in the concrete, looking like something inhuman. There’s crimson dried dark blood, he picks up on quickly, and he shudders at the message ‘Sorry’ written there in big, sloppy letters.

He doesn’t want to look down.

Azriel finds himself frozen to his spot, bile rising in his throat. There’s bones covered by decaying flesh, sunken and withered. So many too, and it makes him sick.

But there’s still one that looks like he died more recently. The father, he supposed, blood around his lips and what he thinks is a hand being held in black-decayed fingertips. There’s a bullet hole in his head, too, free hand clutching a copy of the exact picture you’d looked at earlier.

You can’t move.

“Oh, Gods,” you gasp, before you’re spinning on your heel and leaving the room. Cassian and Azriel can hear you vomiting loudly from where they’re stuck in the door.

Cassian averts his eyes from the cannibal father in front of him and comes to your side, Azriel shutting the heavy door behind him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep again. He shoves the bookshelf back into its place but the stench still sears his nostrils.

You can’t stay here.

You’re shaking like a leaf in Cassian’s arms, curled up on yourself as much as you were this morning and had been sleeping peacefully. Cassian has moved you away from where you’d been sick on the carpet, trying to soothe your shaking with a sad look in his eyes.

They need to get you away from here. And quickly.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, running a hand over your hair before letting Cassian help you up the stairs. You lean heavily against him and are slow moving to the first floor, tears streaming down your face silently.

Cassian hates himself for even finding the bunker.

“We’ll wait for Rhys and Feyre out here,” Azriel announces, but his voice is low and almost broken. You’re outside of the house, sitting on the front stairs with Cassian. He’s pulled you into his lap and runs his fingers down your back in a soothing motion, allowing you to bury your head into his neck while he whispers soothing words into your ear. “They’ll be back soon.”

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐕𝐢𝐜

@sunflowersteves || @sunflowerstevesmain

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

3.5 bc I read an old fic the other day and I’ve improved soooooo much but there’s always room for improvement!

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I feel like I’m really good at requests.

Sometimes I think it’s hard to imagine what someone is asking for, but as a daydreamer I feel like I can visualize it so well. 

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Famous authors include Toni Morrison, Stephen King (minus the cocaine💀), and Neil Gaiman. In the server, literally everyone inspires me all the time and is so so supportive. Some mutuals that I so aspire to write like are @moonlightprose, @fushic0re, @darkficsyouneveraskfor, @fluffyprettykitty

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I would have to say first time (a carmen berzatto x reader) or broken hearts (eddie munson x reader). I think I really capture Carmen and Eddie’s characterization, especially how they would act in a relationship. Also, for sure my best angst. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

I’m a hyperfixation girly so the easiest are ones that I’m currently obsessed with (joel, miguel o’hara, etc.) and the most difficult are the ones that I still love but have fallen off the obsession wagon (Steve Rogers, geralt, din djarin, etc.) 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Smut bc I’m a hoe ✨ also it’s been a year and joel miller wont leave my mind, so 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

This has literally been on my WIP for over a year, but it has to be a notting hill AU with Sam wilson. I’ve been excited to write that for ages. 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Marvel. I wrote a spider girl fic when I was in middle school lmao

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? jealousy fics and protective fics,,, yum 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Prolly the divorce trope bc I get so mad at characters. 

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

It was a request but eddie munson x reader with a guitar head in the coochie and it was great.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I love poly fics! Love Stucky x reader and steddie x reader are my fav. they’re just so good. 

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

I usually have to listen to classical or lofi beats bc I’ll get distracted soooo easily. 

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

As a certified day dreamer, absolutely. Any longer fic I’ve written, I literally day dream how it’s gonna play out. I did that a lot with ain’t no sunshine (joel miller x reader). 

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I am so bad at angst and I would love to write action/violent fics but I always feel like I can’t describe it for the life of me. 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Someone commented that they turned my notifications on so that they could see when I posted the fic and that made me giggle and kick my feet. 

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

It’s currently a work in progress, but it’s a period smut fic. It’s not necessarily out of my comfort zone but more of I’ve never written a fic like that before. It’s for Miguel. I’m so ready 👀

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

tooth-rotting fluff 

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

I do not ❤️ 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

I would die in literally every sci-fi or fantasy world that I love (star wars, game of thrones, lord of the rings, the last of us, attack on titan, etc.) so I’m gonna have to pick marvel. I’d have a fighting chance. 

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

tbh the hardest part for me is starting. Introductions tear me down every time rip. Sometimes, I just start in the middle because it’s so much easier. 

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

You pause, just for a moment. You could feel the adrenaline kick into your system, and a numbing pain flushed out your senses. The blood felt warm and sticky—prompting the sleepiness to feel calming, and it urged you forward into its safe surroundings. But then you felt it. Panic. Panic rose in your neck as you looked around for someone. Your hand darted out to try and find them, but your mind was starting to become blank from the fuzzy warmth of pain. Joel. You needed Joel. 

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Ok listen, I wanna write so bad. The last fic I wrote was in March and I’m feeling that writing withdraw. My brain needs to get into hyperdrive so my fingers can type all day long. I have so many fics planned

[jewbeloved]

May I request The main 4 + butters with their girlfriend who is taller and one year older than them, but she is affectionate around them and sometimes pick them up and she makes hand made gifts for them or buys something expensive cause she’s rich and popular.

Team Stan + Butters with a tall rich gf s/o❄️💸💸

Warnings: None

Gender: Female

💚💙 The Main Four + Butters ❤️🧡💛

You is rich and you're able to pull 5 boyfriends at the same time? Damn!

All the girls and boys in the school will be extremely jealous of you! It's chaos 😭

The guys will be foaming all over you. But you know damn well your heart only belongs to 5 special guys that you choose over the rest of them. Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, and Butters. Yep, you are dating 5 boys at the same time all of you are in a poly relationship together.

If there's nothing wrong with dating 2 people which would make that a threesome, then there is sincerely nothing wrong with dating 5 people. <3

Anyways, the boys get really flustered whenever you're affectionate with them. You always pick them up and give them cuddly hugs all the time! They really love your hugs! But they will be quite embarrassed if you pick one of them up in public.

As usual, more cuddling and kissing sessions with them.

"(Name)". Stan asked as he holds you in his arm while the other boys are doing the same with you.

"Yes Stan?". You looked at him while smiling.

"We love you!". Stan gave you a kiss on the cheek as you blushed, this made Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, and Butters want to kiss you as well.

"Haha, you guys always give the best kisses. Not like I ever give you all kisses as well". You returned by giving your 5 boyfriends a kiss on the cheek and forehead as you all cuddle up together.

When you give them hand-made gifts, they are really happy and they will try to make something together for you as well!

If you give them something expensive, Cartman would probably be the only one to get really ecstatic. It's not like Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters are ungrateful whenever you give them something expensive. They are always worried about you spending so much money on a certain gift, please buy something that isn't too expensive next time love.❤️💛💙🧡💚💖💖💖

Poly relationships are top tier!⭐⭐⭐⭐

[firetextskpop]

hi how are youu

could you make a poly!wonhui in idol au? the subject is entirely up to you!

thankuu <3

A/N: I wasnt 100% sure if you wanted reader to be an idol too, or not but I will write them as such lol.

Your member's eyes fell on you as Seventeen's Wonwoo stood at your dorm door. He wasn't supposed to show up by himself or at all. Usually, his manager would come to the door to pick you up but that was when you guys had something planned. To your knowledge, there was nothing planned, but here 1/2 of your boyfriends stood. Basketball shorts, a white t-shirt, not even trying to conceal his identity.

"H-hey! What're... you... doing here." You broke the silence. Wonwoo's eyes scanned the faces of the people before him before coming up with a good excuse.

"Dino told me you played pretty well and my team is short one. I came to see if you wanted to hang out with us for a bit" Well, the excuse sounded good at the moment. The oldest member of your group looked at you in confusion. "I haven't even seen you run." They said and you rolled your eyes.

"I'll be out in a bit. Thank you for the invite!" You scurried to your room but not fast enough because now your roommate member was on your tail and shut the door behind them. "JEON WONWOO? WHAT IS HE DOING HERE? HOW DO YOU KNOW DINO?" Seeing as your group has been debuted for only 6 months, you can see how everyone is confused. "Dino asked me to do a dance with him for their new song for social media." You responded, finishing getting ready. Which wasn't a lie, that is how you met Dino, but Wonwoo was a whole different story.

When you were training, you decided to visit the Pledis building (when it was still active) for motivation, and as you were leaving Wonwoo came in. His eyes met yours and immediately, he fell in love. You noticed it was him but wanted to respect his privacy. To your surprise, he called after you and asked why you were there and tried to get to know you. You answered his questions the best you could but after 5 minutes, his manager began pulling him away. Wonwoo pulled away, well aware he had a schedule and gave you his Kakao to keep in touch. He let you know that he'd love to help you in areas you needed help and would support you in your idol journey.

"Y/n, your phone." Your roommate said, knocking you from your trance. The phone lit up.

jhw:

i forgot to tell you...

Then the text cut off for privacy. Quickly, you rush out the door and ignore the many questions coming from your members. When you find the car that contains your boyfriend, you rush to get in before any fansites recognize who you are. Immediately, you're met with an arm around your shoulders and a smug-looking Wonwoo. He was very obviously head over heels for you and you appreciated it so much as well as tried to show him the same affection back.

"Jun has a surprise for you when we get to his place." Ah! You never actually read his text. "I forgot to tell you that Nonu was coming! Wear something comfortable." Nonu was the nickname you both had for Wonwoo. Being as it was Jun, you could imagine he had something intricate planned. No telling if it had some obscure meaning from something that happened in your relationship that not even your younger boyfriend remembers or something new that barely anybody has ever thought of.

Arriving at the apartment, you and Wonwoo sat in the car as the manager knocked to make sure Jun was there. Once the door opened, you both rushed inside and the door shut immediately after. Jun's apartment was like a second home to you. The pictures on his wall consisted of pictures of the three of you, his family and mostly his magazine covers. He says it keeps him motivated to keep going but you nor Wonwoo were complaining. Today, however, you noticed a theme in the pictures he had up. It started with the very first picture he ever took of you. The photo was before the 3 of you started dating. As you and the brunette followed the trail of rose petals on the floor, the pictures became more recent. At the end was a kitchen table with fresh food set up and your blonde boyfriend setting the last bit of food and drinks upon the table.

"Wen Junhui.." You mumble. His eyes met yours and he immediately smiled. "Oh, hey Xiao Baobei" Jun greeted you, coming to hold your hand and sit you down at the table. The foods consisted of the first meal you and him had on your first solo date. Wonwoo sat on your right side and his hand rested upon yours while watching Jun as he sat on your left and Wonwoo's right. "No hey for me?" The younger nudged his boyfriend. Jun smirked and placed his hand on the nape of Wonwoo and said "Hello Da Baobei" A smirk crept up onto Wonwoo's face and he began to eat.

The food Jun prepared was impeccable. Tasting the meat alone brought you back to the time Jun had suddenly made his confession. Funnily enough, you and Wonwoo had been dating for 3 months, barely branching into the new romantic versions of yourselves (Really just you, Wonwoo had been romantic with you since day 1). Seventeen were well aware of your relationship and you had spent time with them on multiple occasions. At this point, you were occasionally their background dancer so you were no stranger. This particular day it was you and the 96s hanging out. Jihoon had recommended this amazing restaurant and he and Wonwoo went to get it. Back at the dorms, you, Hoshi, and Jun watched youtube videos.

Amidst you all sharing laughs, the other 2 members had returned with the food and you all began to eat and enjoy the videos. Jun sat on one side and Wonwoo on the other. You dropped a piece of meat and it bounced from your lap to Junhui's. Without a second thought, he picked it up and put it in his mouth. "Hey! That was mine." You shoved him lightly and stole a piece from his plate. As he went to return the complaint, Wonwoo jokingly said "Why don't you 2 just kiss already." YOU were well aware it was a joke. Jun, however, didn't and lightly gripped your chin, bringing you closer. To say the least, everyone in the room was a little shocked. Soonyoung was very anxious and didn't want his younger friend upset so he immediately said something to try to make it less awkward. "Jun.. uh.. i don't think he was serious." Hoshi began rambling on the context but Wonwoo stopped him, now looking at the red-flushed man. "You like y/n?" The eldest of the 4 nodded and then the brunette turned to you. "Do you like Jun?" Your bottom lip made its way in between your teeth. Wonwoo smiled and caressed your cheek. "It's okay if so. I can share baby." Slowly you nodded and the only thing Wonwoo had to say was. "Okay." and turned his attention back to the video. It felt a bit awkward after but due to the relationship the boys had, it was over fairly soon. Later that night, Jun actually pulled Wonwoo to the side and let him know that he also had a crush on him as well. He felt like saying it in front of the other boys would have made the tension worse and well, we see how everything worked out.

Back to the present day

"It must've been great." Jun jokes and kisses your forehead, taking your plate to wash it. "It really was, thank you both sooo much." You say. Wonwoo pulled you onto his lap and gave you a kiss, then Jun comes by and gives you both kisses. "Let's cuddle on the couch" The younger suggests and carries you over. Now Jun is sitting with his legs on the couch, Wonwoo in between them laying on his back with you on top. Jun's hands ran through Wonwoo's hair and Wonwoo's hands roamed up and down your back and your hands rested against both of them. All of your breathing fell in sync and in the words of the popular song, there's no place you'd rather be.

[house-of-slayterr]

Slashers with a Little:

Cw: AFAB reader

Micheal:

Micheal had just come home from a rather large killing spree. It was Hallows eve after all, and he was gearing up for his favorite night of the year. Halloween would be a blood bath come this time tomorrow. He was in a fairly good mood and excited to see his baby. Of course, he never called you that to your face. But what he wasn’t expecting was to be met with a literal baby when he came home.

He looked all over the house for you. You weren’t in the kitchen, watching tv in the living room, asleep in your bed? Micheal was growing annoyed, thinking you went out and forgot to leave a note again. You tried to convince him to get a cell phone, but he refused. He decided to check one more place, just in case, and there you were.

Micheal found you, curled up in a ball at the bottom of the closet. You were surrounded by all the spare blankets you kept in there for the winter, and all your stuffed animals. He tilted his head at you. Normally he wouldn’t care, but he knew sleeping like this wasn’t good for you. And unlike what Samuel Loomis thought, he wasn’t heartless. He could turn his emotions off for everyone besides you. So he gently shook you awake. But was caught off guard by your actions.

“Mikey!!!” You squealed softly.

You tackled him, catching him off guard and the two of you toppled to the floor.

“Mikey’s home! Mikey’s home!” You chanted excited.

Now, Micheal would have been confused by this sudden change of behaviour. But he witnessed it from afar, back when he used to watch you. Before he snatched you two Halloween’s ago. You’d been really stressed lately and he could tell it was getting to you, but he didn’t know how to help. And now you sat on top of him, age regressed to who knows what age? Micheal wasn’t very good with children, so he panicked a little.

He carefully moved so you were no longer on top of him, which caused you to frown. He then picked you up and carried you to your room silently. You kicked and screamed the whole way, and began crying when he put you down and left the room. But a moment, he came back with a hand full of your stuffies. Which caused you to stop crying.

He was going to leave you to be little on your own. He figured he wasn’t the best influence to be around a child. Micheal wasn’t concerned about corrupting adult you, in fact he took great joy and pride in it. But from his guess you were somewhere around 5 or 6 right now. So you could be self sufficient right? I mean, there were children back at the asylum. But as he went to leave he stopped in his tracks.

“Mikey, sleep?“ you asked.

Your hands were outstretched to him. He thought it over for a second. He really shouldn’t, he was still covered in blood and hadn’t cleaned up from earlier. But you looked so damn cute in his eyes, so he gave in. He laid down on the bed, and lifted you to lay on top of him. He handed you one of the stuffies and watched you giggle slightly. You gave the stuffie a kiss, then placed a kiss on Micheal’s chest.

“Night, Mikey!”

You fell asleep on his chest, and he stayed awake to protect you.

Billy and Stu:

Stu was always better with you than Billy was. Billy wasn’t exactly the most enthusiastic lover. Of course he adored you, you could feel it, Stu could feel it, but he was emotionally constipated. Ever since what happened with his mom, he wasn’t fond of more feminine company. He knew you weren’t a woman, but he had to remind the part of himself that hated them, that you were so much better.

They’d been hanging out at Stu’s house recently. After Ghostface killed his parents, there was no need to hide anymore. Both his relationship with Billy, another boy, and his love for killing. His parents already didn’t approve of him liking men, but being in a poly relationship was also a no. So you were originally introduced as a friend.

And his parents hated you. You weren’t worth much in their eyes, and they made it known. Especially after you cried in front of them, which Stu figured out later was the start of you regressing. You weren’t the most talkative when you were little. You were an older little, about the age of 8, so Stu loved that he could play games with you. He also loved to tell you outlandish stories, and watch you get excited about the pizza delivery boy showing up. He found it cute how excited you got at things.

But Billy thought it was weird. He’d never encountered anyone like you before. He internalised his trauma, but you showed yours outwardly. At first, he thought it was a joke. Until Stu put on his serious voice and explained it to Billy. It also helped when you explained in more detail the next time you were big. But Billy was scared of you. He was not good with kids, and he thought he might hurt you. So he watched you and Stu play from afar.

Stu was playing a more graphic video game today because you had started off big. But Billy was the first to notice you slipping. Stu didn’t notice until you began to cry, hiding in his chest. You weren’t a fan of violence, as it was one of your triggers when you were younger. Older you had the coping tools to calm yourself, little you did not.

“Billy!” You called to him.

He didn’t hesitate upon hearing his name. You’d never called for him before. He knelt down beside you and stroked your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like this game.”

He chuckled lightly, and Stu looked down at you worried.

“Switching to Mario now.” Stu told Billy.

“Mario?” You asked, sniffling.

“Does our favourite kiddo still like Mario Kart?”

You nodded.

“I want Billy to play!” You said.

Stu glanced at his partner, as if to dare him to try to say no to you.

“I’m not very good at it” Billy tried to get out of it.

He was better at doing things like picking out your clothes, bandaging up scrapes, making you dinner. Stu was better at the quality time, and fun activities.

“Then I can win” you said with a devious smile on your face.

It was Stu’s favorite thing about little you. You were less worried about what others thought, and had fun pranking and saying what’s on your mind. Billy rolled his eyes and sat beside you and Stu. He let you win each round that night, and he’d never felt closer to you before.

Jason:

Jason was confused the first time you dissociated in front of him. You had been reading a book across the cabin from him. When he started to hear you groan in frustration. You had started to become fidgety and restless. You stared at you from behind his mask. You’d turned off the section of your brain that had patients for reading. And non of the words were making sense to you.

He looked to his mother for help. Trying to figure out what was wrong?

“Jason, my child, I think they’re a little.” She said softly.

Jason didn’t know what this meant and it distressed him. Pam was quick to calm her son.

“It just means that they’re really small right now Jay. Like a little kid. It’s not your fault, and it’s not completely a bad thing. It helps them feel better.”

This made him a little less worried.

“Why don’t you go see what they need?” She ushered her son towards you.

“What’s wrong?” Jason signed to you.

Luckily, you still remembered the signs you learned. At least basic ones.

“Can’t read.” You pouted.

Jason chuckled slightly. You were the most avid reader he’d knew, if was odd to see you like this.

“Read me?”

He sighed yes to you. He would read to you any time. Only you were allowed to hear his voice. Cause you never made fun of him. Although, Jason was worried if little you would like him. He sat you on his lap and began slowly reading the book to you. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t as fast at reading as adult you. You snuggle into him and played with the bottom of his mask.

Jason felt at peace with you. Maybe taking care of little you wouldn’t be so hard. He always had his mother for help. Grandma Pam was great with children!

Bo:

Bo wasn’t the most emotionally available of boyfriends. He spent more time with his cars then he did with you. Normally you didn’t mind, but it had been a hard week at work. And on top of that, you grew frustrated with Lester and Jonesy always reaching dirt into the house, and Vincent with his wax. It was impossible to kept the house clean.

Bo came inside, looking for you, and couldn’t find you anywhere. He checked the house up and down and grew a little angry, thinking you just left him. Until he decided to check one more spot. He never expected to find you crying on the floor of the broom closet. At first he was panicked thinking you got hurt. You flinched away from him, not quite recognising him for a second.

“Baby, what happened?”

You couldn’t find the words to explain you were so stressed that you were now on the edge of little space. You felt vulnerable right now and it made you even more shy. You held your hand up at Bo, just wanted to be held. But he wasn’t understanding.

“You have to use your words sweetheart, I don’t understand.”

You shook you head and pointed again. Bo recognised this method now, something Lester used to do when he wanted to be held. So he made an educated guess and helped you off the floor of the closet. Bo had no trouble picking you up, he was just less rough then he usually was with you. He walked you over to the kitchen and sat you down on the counter.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to understand what was going on right now. Why were you crying, why couldn’t you talk? Why was you whole posture and way of moving different?

“Baby, can you try to explain to me what’s going on right now?” His voice was calm and stable, but a little bit of worry was laced in it. “Did you hit your head or something?”

You shook your head.

“S-small.” Was all you could say.

He frowned. He didn’t know what that meant.

“What’s small?”

You pointed at yourself.

“Ok. So how small are you?” He asked slowly. Trying to figure out what he was asking you.

You held up 4 fingers.

“You’re 4?” He asked bewildered.

You nodded again, fidgeting with your hoodie. He was still a little confused, but Lester had been a 4 year old at some point. And he’d helped take care of his brother. How hard could this be?

“Are you hungry?”

You nodded vigorously and he chuckled.

“Alright baby, you stay right there and I’ll make you some food. How about some chicken nuggets?”

You squealed happily and kicked your feet. Bo thought you were cute like this. But he was a little worried deep down. He’d have to ask big you what was up, but for now he’d just enjoy the moment.

Vincent:

You’d been with Vincent a while now. You knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. So on this cold fall night, Vinnie could tell you were slipping. He’d had you on his lap all night as you silently watched him work on his art. A position you were both often found in. You were more than happy to spent silent time with your loving boyfriend.

But you’re eyes were less focused, and you began to fidget more in his lap. He could tell you were becoming restless. You played with his hair and nuzzled into his neck. He set down his tool and lightly tapped your shoulder. You looked up at him.

“Baby tired?” He asked.

You nodded.

His mask was off, so you could see him smile down at you.

“I finish?”

He wanted to continue working, but he’d ditch his project no problem if you asked him too.

You nodded once more, snuggling back into him. As he worked, he began to rock back and forth slightly, rocking you to sleep. Most people thought this only worked in babies, but it was every kids weakness. He learned you were about six when you became small. You’d had many important conversations about trauma and boundaries when you were big. And he respected every one without hesitation, you were his top priority.

After about an hour, he finally gave up on working, turning his full attention to you. He decided to start sketching you as his other hand played with your hair. You always loved his art and he knew you’d like it when you woke up. When he was finished, he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. He cuddled around you as big spoon and kissed the top of your head. He’d keep you warm and safe until you were big again.

Lester: 

Lester was the best with kids. He acted like one himself many times. He noticed you were little right away. When Bo and Vincent were off killing your friends, something seemed different about you. He was the one who caught you and he was going to help his brothers. But then you opened your mouth and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Who are you?”

He realised you weren’t awake last time he introduced himself to the others. You’d been asleep in the back of the van before they woke you up to walk to town.

“My names Lester.”

“I’m Y/N!” You said enthusiastically.

He raised an eyebrow at you. Didn’t you know he was about to kill you? Why were you so cheerful right now? Surely you knew most of your friends were dead right now.

“I like your hat Mr.”

Now he recognised this as the way a child would talk, not a grown woman.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, still slightly confused.

“Mhmm, wish I had a hat!” You frowned.

He chuckled lightly at this. Perhaps you weren’t so bad. You weren’t like those vulgar, mean kids you came to town with. He took off his hat and came closer to you kneeling down to where you sat on the floor and put the hat on you head. You smiled brightly, giggling.

That was a noise that made his ears flush bright red, and his heart swell. He was quickly finding you adorable.

“How old are you?” He asked, curiously.

“I’m six.”

Now he knew something was up. Certainly your body wasn’t six, but you seemed quite certain you were. But now he knew he couldn’t let his brothers hurt you. You were just a scared little kid, like they all once were. He decided then and there to rote that you.

“I have a dog you know. Would you want to meet them?” He asked.

Probably not your smartest moment. And he wasn’t trying to trick you in anyway, he just wanted to get you somewhere safe, not out in the open where Vincent or Bo could find you. They wouldn’t be so kind. Not without a good word from Lester first.

“If you get in the truck, I can take you there.”

You hesitated. At least you were smart. He could tell you were thinking it over.

“Not stranger, I know your name.” You concluded.

This statement both worried and fascinated him. He’d have to teach you later that despite him being safe, other strangers wouldn’t be. He wouldn’t want you getting hurt.

“Jonsey is gonna love you” he said as he drove toward his house.

The rest of the evening you stayed small and played with his dog. Lester had never been happier in his whole life. He’d have to ask if you wanted to stay in the morning. And beg his brothers not to hurt you.

Rusty:

Rusty didn’t come across many people working on the road. But he’d found you about three states ago. You were headed anywhere, just wanted some company. And he was more than happy to obliged. He’d never been around someone as pretty as you before. You made him nervous.

But as time went on on this road trip, and you both talked more. You learned a lot about each other trauma. He told you all about the other truckers made fun of him. So he liked to be alone. But you could tell that last part wasn’t true and we’re glad to offer him company. You revealed secrets about your own abuse. You explained to him what age regression was and that you really only did it in times of intense stress of when you felt calm and relaxed.

So Rusty was quiet surprised a week later when he witnessed you regress for the first time. It wasn’t obvious at first, you just began to answer his questions a little differently. Less logical and calculated and more emotion driven. He eventually got a sneaking suspicion you where dissociating. At first he was worried, had you been growing stressed. You’d not been around anyone other than him all day. He decided to ask you flat at.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” You said simply.

“Y/N…” you turned your attention to him.

“How old are you right now?”

You were caught off guard by the question. You thought you hid it well. You didn’t regress to a really young age often so it was much easier to pretend to be your adult self. You didn’t have to fight obnoxious childhood emotions.

“Fifteen.” You said.

This made Rusty a little uneasy. A trucker driving with a “fifteen year old” never looked good. But he reminded himself you were really an adult and consented, no, wanted to be there. He’d pull over if you ever grew uncomfortable.

“It’s ok Rusty, I’m still me.” You stated.

You noticed him getting clammy.

“I’m just a little younger. Teen me didn’t have much responsibilities, it was nice. This is nice.” You said.

He smiled at that. So you’d regressed because you were comfortable around him.

“You wanna be in charge of the radio?” He asked.

He watched your eyes light up. The rest do the road trip would be fun now that he knew you felt safe with him. You could both just be yourselves, which was something he could only previously do alone.

An: this was fun to write. Writings a little slow right now cause I’m still a little sick. But I wanted to write a comfort piece.

[moonyssmommyy]

My Marauders Headcanons Pt. 5 ~ Lily Jolene Evans

(No fancast cus I cannot for the life of me decide a Lily Evans fancast)

Her best class was charms but her favorite was potions

She was a god awful flyer poor lils 😭

Lesbian Lily Supremacy

Harry only exists because of the CompHet Lily experienced

It was only when Lily started noticing Mary in a different way that she accepted James' proposals

She thought it would make the strange feelings for Mary go away but it didn't

After her first and last night she knew that there was something wrong and it wasn't James

He was so sweet and so careful and so good to her

When she told James he was sad but glad she told him instead of just stringing him along

James hugged her and told her it was okay and that he had some tips to get girls to like her if she wanted em’

That made Lily laugh

James and Lily are wonderful co-parents

In a poly relationship with Pandora and Mary

Has three tiny dainty tattoos (one is hidden behind her ear)

Her and Mary were in a happy loving relationship while openly crushing on Pandora together for years before they got the courage to ask for a poly relationship

Fav color is unironically orange but not just any shade of orange, burnt orange, second fav is baby pink, third is white.

She's honestly a basic bitch but it's ok Lily we still love you 🤚🏼😭

She has Scottish/Irish ancestry

Viking too

Loves to read

Art academia aesthetic

Ducks her head when she's nervous

Twirls her hair when she lies

Has a bad habit of chewing on her hair

Lily's favorite animal is an elephant

Lily has a giraffe tattooed on her left inner ankle for Mary as it's her favorite animal

Lily also has a panda on her right outer ankle for Pandora bc her nickname for Pandora is Panda

She's ambidextrous

Lily's discovery of magic came about when she accidentally tossed Petunia out the window

The sweetest most supportive gal you'll ever meet

During their Hogwarts years everyone thought Remus and Lily were dating because they are very affectionate with each other

They're not afraid to hold hands

And a peck on the lips was not seen as romantic to them as it was to others just a simple display of affection

Like kissing your grandmother goodnight

She also still uses pinky promises as a legitimate foundation of trust

Lily has ear piercings and a septum piercing but that's it

She absolutely adores bunnies and would love to have one

The Evans' had a family cat and her and Petunia would fight over who got to feed it, and who got to play with it, and who got to sleep with it at night

Whenever Lily went away to Hogwarts she wanted to take the cat with her but Petunia threw a fit and her parents didn't think it won't be fair since it was the family cat so she couldn't

Whenever the cat had kittens two years later Petunia and Lily each got to keep one and the rest were given away by her parents

Lily was delighted to take her cat to Hogwarts

Lily cried and held each one of the kittens before they left and made sure to tell them how much she loved them

Whenever the family cat died Lily was absolutely heartbroken and she cried with her cat for days

Remus was there to hold her though and that made Lily feel better

Lily thinks Dolly Parton is a national treasure and if you don't like her she just cannot be friends with you and she isn't even sorry

[boiohboii]

In The Soop: Getaway (Wooga Squad x Fem! OC soulmate au)

Poly! Wooga squad x fem! OC

Updates start in July

Taglist is open (through comment or message or ask)

This is just for fun and has no basis to these men's characters. It is a fanfic and does not relate nor represent anything to do with real life.

Overview

After being friends for years, the 5 artists trusted each other enough to share their soulmate's name and date of birth. Only for all of them to stare at the same writing on another's skin.

Seo Cheon-sa

04.11.98

That had been a memorable day for them, the fact that they will have to share their soulmate had been hard, excruciating even.

After all, each one of them had been anticipating, hoping and yearning for his one and only; and all this time, she hadn't been and won't ever be only his.

They had their fall out, their doubts; they had their desires and their dreams crushed and ran over.

Accepting the reality of their situation was their only option, talking and sharing their wistful thoughts brought them closer than before. Dreams of her brought them closer together.

They had agreed that they wouldn't rush to meet her, they would stay together and become better together.

Together they waited to make her happy, make her feel loved and appreciated, be there for her, wipe her tears and hear her laugh.

They worked on themselves and their relationship while focusing on their lives as much as they could, with shared thoughts of their future with her.

Even though each of the five could easily get information on her they wanted to leave it up to time, fully believing that they would only meet when fate brings her to them.

Accepting the fate binding them together, waiting for her so they could love her with all their hearts, had been the best decision they ever made.

Their story had been one for the tabloids and gossiping sites. It had been one for the public opinion and the aunties in the salon. It had been one for the fans to love and for the saseangs to frown upon.

It had been one of fated meetings and filmed moments. It had been one where they loved, cried and stood together. It had been one that they would never trade for anything else.

But what filled their hearts with warmth, is that their story had been one to tell their children. It had been one for their children to learn how to have hope. It had been one for their children to learn how to love and be loved.

It had been a story for their children to watch through TV, thanks to "In The Soop: Getaway".

[starz4valen]

RANDOM POLY VBS THING

they all have matching bracelets made by kohane. they are also all neurodivergent asf and all have odd relationships w objects.

toya constantly feels bad for items and will hold onto thing just bc they’d feel bad

an hoards the most random things bc it gives her unexplainable joy

kohane often treats certain objects like her best friends, namely stuffed animals and toys, and tries to give them all equal amounts of love

akito,,,he has a lot of personal items he’s overly attached to, and cant bear losing

now picture him losing the bracelet kohane made for him to symbolize not only her love for him but also an and toya’s love for him and that they all match with and he refuses to take off like ever because of how attached he’s become to it. mans would be distraught.

imagine being backstage and you see some ginger kid crying on the floor while, through his tears, trying to explain to his blonde tiny gf that “NO KOHANE IT WONT BE THE SAME IF YOU JUST MAKE ANOTHER ONE” in reference to a bracelet while his two split-toned haired and dark blue haired partners try and calm him down but its not working and then the split-toned one picks up the bracelet he was crying about for the past 15 mins and he immediately tackles them and repeats “I LOVE YOU” 5 billion times

[mayaheronthorn]

rank the Shadowhunter couples from best to idc about them and why?

Amazing!!! And I will probably get hate 🤣🤣🤣

1. KitTy - what a surprise huh?! But you could tell 🤣 and I actually explained it in my last post!

2. Herongraystairs - YES, I AM NOT DIVIDING IT AS WESSA AND JESSA BECAUSE THEY BELONG TOGETHER, change my mind (YOU CAN'T) This was the first time in my entire life when I read a book and couldn't decide which love interest I prefer, so I just didn't 😍 I can't believe how cc wrote them so perfectly, truly peak

3. Thomastair - I had a hard time deciding if they are nr 3 or 4 but I feel like I prefer them slightly more than nr 4 BECAUSE Alastair is so incredibly brave. After all that happened with his father, he still did everything to protect Cordelia and Sona. His character development is one of the best in the whole tsc. And Thomas my sweet summer child 😭 his kindness is out of this world. TO THIS DAY I remember those fucking Paris dates 😭😭😭😭

4. Malec - Cc can really write her mlm couples. Their devotion to each other 🥺 I will forever remember that Alec was the first shadowhunter Magnus ever dated because well he was a Downworlder but Alec saw so much more in him 😭 ok I'm gonna keep this short cause it will take me forever to answer 🤣

5. Gracetopher - YES I KNOW IT DIDN'T HAPPEN BUT IT HAPPENED IN MY HEART. In my mind my little asexual genius couple live happily ok? Grace is such a misunderstood character, she's a child of abuse, she was made to do so many bad things, manipulated as hell but she still wanted to change and be good. And Christopher 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 MY POOKIE I CAN'T SPEAK ABOUT HIM CAUSE I'M GONNA CRY

6. Jordelia - Cordelia was, is and always will be THE bad bitch. The ending of chain of gold when she told EVERYONE that she and James were fucking? ICOOONIC. But she's the bravest baby ever. James is this cute and gentle young man but in reality he will kill you 😍 they complete each other PERFECTLY, the tension between them in chain of iron changed me as a person, I will never be the same. ALTHOUGH they would be so much higher if not for chain of thorns... Like... This book just destroyed so many things I can't ☠️

7. Blackstairs - The tension between them when Emma was "dating" Mark, oh good god glorious. You know, Julian actually reminds me so much of James but he's SO MUCH MORE DISASTROUS, he's a fucking menace and I love that. His sexy brain did things to me 😎 Emma, my second bad bitch (I guess Cortana wielders are all that way) killing a Rider of Mannan??? I'm a goner for girl fighters. MY NEXT JACE HERONDALE. Julian will forever need Emma and Emma will forever need Julian 💕

8. Markkierantina - My poly cuties 🥺 it was the same as with herongraystairs, I couldn't decide if I want Mark with Cristina, Mark with Kieran or Kieran with Cristina, but cc corrected her mistake with herongraystairs and made them all smash. Amazing. Cristina was a key to make Mark and Kieran's relationship work, that's all I'm gonna say

9. Clace - That will probably surprise some of you but I kinda lost this clace magic along the way of reading tsc. I absolutely love them as characters and Jace is one of the funniest bitches. Idk, I don't feel it as much as I used to. But well I was 13 when I read tmi and now I'm 23 so 🤣 I still remember that 4-6 tmi books broke me emotionally so I have this great sentiment for Clace but we have many more couples that I love more 🥺

10. AriAnna - I fell in love with them when I read gotsm and I rooted for them SO HARD in cog and coi, I couldn't get enough of that tension. And then cot happened.... It felt like cc just decided to drop them, gave them an easy ending just to get rid of them... So I was greatly disappointed. And I know that if not for cot they would be higher

11. LucieJessie - Honesty (and I say this with great sadness) I was bored reading their story in cog and coi, they were just so bland to me, I don't know 😭 BUT cot made everything change. When Jessie came back to life he was SO FUN TO READ I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!! I loved them and I'm sad that it wasn't like that from the beginning

12. Sizzy - I know, I know. But I never felt them 💀 I mean, yes I love them together and I love their characters but I don't see the magic 😭😭😭 I WANT TO

13. GwynDiana - Oh they were SO IMPORTANT TO ME 😭 I adored every minute but they didn't have much chapters so 😫

14. GideonSophie - Honestly I read tid years ago and I don't remember shit, I know that I liked them and Gideon was a babe to her 💕

15. CecilyGabriel - Same as 14, I don't remember shit, but I know I liked them less than Gideon and Sophie 💀

I hope I didn't forget about anyone!!

[3m0n3rd]

romance in my au so ppl don't get confused, warning theres a lot

in the past there was something silly I drew were april wuz blushin n shit with the pride flag yk, but I have since decided since than that April is aroace becuz.. becuz.. (she/her)

Raph, mona n casey r in a poly relationship. Casey n mona used to hate each other, and they still do but they do love each other but they mostly only care abt Raph. Becuz they used to be at each otherz throats abt who should date Raph but latr they realized they like each other so it kinda jst worked out yk (raph he/them. Mona it/her, casey he/him)

Arrow n Don r together but Donnie is rlly bad at expressing his feelingz. so sometimes they go over to Arrow's apartment, and kinda watch them sleep. But Arrow doesn't know that their partner is doin this soooooo, they just think itz all good. But Arrow does latr confront Don when they caught Donnie tryin to sneek in one time (arrow they/them, Don they/them)

(the realationship with leo and karai kinda changed) Karai is like general or the kraang army, and when she had 2 fight leo she kinda wuz like, oml shes hot. And so she would study him but when Shredder asked wut she wuz doing she would jjust say she was "watching the turtlz for their next move sir" n all that, But eventually when the turtlez try to be good for once karai finally getz the courage and kissez the girl so hard (karai she/them/it, Leo she/him/them)

Renet n irma r one of the first shipz I ever did, they basically saw each other once, and kissed reaaaaaaall fast. But renet came on a spaceship with mona, and when they arived n met the turtlez. At the time April n irma were best of frenz and like irma was DOWN BAD for Renet, even tho it wuz in their alien form Irma did not care. But laatr on april and irma got in a fight so Irma just didn't go to the lair anymore, but shes still dating Renet (irma she/they, Renet it/her)

while theres jenika and venus de milo, I do not draw them enough and I plan to do a redraw once my parentz gimme back my drawing tablet, Jenika and venus r both twinz. Venus is pan but Jenika only likes others platonically n hasn't figured out her sexual oriantation yet(jenika she/her, Venus De Milo she/her)

Splinter and Shen were in a realationship until he got mutated, so Shen raised saki (ill do something to explain their realationship, becuz I promise u karai an leo arent related) But When Shen found Yoshi when he got mutated, becuz he left her in fear she wouldn't love him. But shen was rlly happy until the turtlez told her wut he does to them. So Shen helped leo kill splinter n after that shen tried her best to be a mother (hamato Shen she/her, hamato yoshi he/him)

Bebop n rocksteady in the future do get married, but when in 2009 *when the au takez place* Rocksteady wantz to propose but has doubts in marriage becuz his mother divorced 5 different people, and his father divorced twice and than killed himself because he couldn't find a lover. But they do get married in the end, and adopt 2 kids (rocksteady he/him, bebop he/him)

okai thatz all, do wut u want with the infomation or idk okai bueeweteiuhgJUHGju

[bluegalaxygirl]

Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P5

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, blood, kidnapping, forced marriage and salivary.

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11 - P12 - P13 - P14 - P15 - P16 - P17 - P18

Last night was the worst sleep you've ever had, chained up in Charlos's room sitting on the floor with only the warmth and comfort of Sakura next to you, you couldn't sleep with being too on edge. Sakura laid her head on your lap while you stroked her hair watching her sleep the best she could until Charlos woke up, sitting up the dragon takes his blue eye mask off and looks around the room his eyes landing on you but you don't meet his gaze. The man sighs and gets out of bed the sound of the covers moving waking up all the girls in the room including Sakura who shoots up to sit straight as the dragon walks over stopping in front of you. Keeping your eyes fixed on the floor his slippered feet stop right under your face as his hand grabs your face forcing you to look at him, his smile is wide and his nose is still running as he scans you over "I can't wait for you to be mine.... such a pretty face" His thumb runs over your cheek as you clench your teeth trying not to show any kind of emotion, he bends down getting closer to your face making you want to recoil but you force yourself not too. "Just imagine the things i'm gonna do that pretty skin of yours, its annoying though, my sister got to have fun with you before i could" The man sighs squeezing your face a little, he seems to think for a moment before smiling pulling you to your feet by your face.

You offer up no resistance when standing despite the pain in your thigh but you dread to think of what he has in mind. You heard from his other wives last night that there used to be 13 of them but Charlos killed the other 5 for different reasons and one for no reason at all. You gulp as his other hand runs up and down your arm that sticks to your side until he grabs it pulling you closer to his half clothed body "Once you've all had your injections we'll get a bath together" his smile is big as he talks but his hands grip your arm tighter when you don't answer him "Would you like that?" Charlos asks wanting you to say yes for him but when you don't he growls grabbing your neck and slamming you into the wall. You gasp for air as pain shoots through your back and his hand tightens around your neck "When i ask you a question you answer. are you stupid? You talked before so you have a voice.... unless you want me to take that away form you" Charlos smiles getting closer to your face "N-No" you whisper still trying to get air into your lunges, feeling satisfied the dragon losses his grip on your neck letting you pant for air as your head spins. "I'll ask you again since it's a special day for us... do you want to take bath with me?" you knew you had no choice but to say yes even though the thought of being in a bath with this man made your skin crawl so you nod your head "Yes" you whisper making him smile more and lean closer placing a kiss on your cheek which you try and pull away form but his hand squeezes your neck and his hand lets go of your arm to press against your bandaged thigh.

Gasping in pain your body stiffens "Don't pull away" Charlos states with a blank stare before pressing his lips against your cheek again. He lingers there for a moment feeling your skin until a light knocking comes from the door, Charlos takes a step back but keeps his hand around your neck as he looks at the door "Enter" The door opens on his command two guards and a doctor walking in with a try full of needles "Perfect timing, get a bath ready for us all" Charlos lets go of your neck and walks over to the doctor who bows, panting slightly and placing a hand over your bandaged leg you glare at the floor. "It's an honer as always sir" The doctor walks over to one of the wives preparing the needle while one of the guards nods at his orders heading off to get someone to prepare a bath. Sakura strokes your leg getting your attention and motioning you to sit down, you do so trying to clam your raising heart rate "What are those?" You whisper watching as Charlos leaves the room with the other guard before turning to look at the doctor who goes around the room injecting the other girls "tranquilizers" Sakura whispers back once she thinks its safe to talk, she goes to say more but when the doctor comes round to the two of you she keeps quiet. The doctor injects you in the shoulder with a small smile making you want to punch him in the face but you hold it back knowing you need to save your strength and energy for when your crew comes to get you.

Luffy and Zoro didn't get much sleep last night too worried about getting to you on time and thinking about how their going to make those dragons pay for what they've done. Everyone had breakfast earlier than normal since the wedding was taking place at 8, and they needed to get there before then. Luffy scoffed his food wanting to get his strength up for the battle ahead but the others didn't complain since they were also getting ready for the big fight. Robin made a plan with the help of Usopp and Nami but the three knew it would go out the window with Luffy and Zoro itching for a fight, it was good to have an idea of what to do though for everyone else. "The only way up are those elevators, so we have to make sure their working" Usopp glares at Luffy trying to get his captain not to destroy them, The captain pulls the meat off its bone and eats it before noticing his long nosed friend glaring at him "What?" Luffy tilts his head to the side in confusion making Usopp sigh and lay his head on the table "i've told you this over and over again Luffy" The sniper could cry at that moment but Nami paces a hand on his back with a sigh "Just give up, you know even if he listens he won't remember or care" Luffy shrugs at her words before looking to his other side seeing Zoro laying on the sofa staring out the window.

Once everyone was finished they headed off to do their jobs while Sanji washed the dishes. Luffy wipes his mouth and stands up walking over to the sofa and flopping down onto the swordsman's lap who jumps a little being snapped out of hos thoughts. The captain smiles up at him as he lays in between Zoro's legs resting his arms on the swordsman's chest "Do you think she'll look pretty?" Luffy asks making Zoro look at him with a mixture of annoyance and worry "The hell Luffy? She's with Celestial dragons and thats what your thinking about?" The swordsman growls trying not to get mad at him but is finding it hard, Luffy sighs and rests his head in Zoro's chest "Its better than thinking about all the bad things they might be doing to her." The captain didn't want to make his lover upset or mad with him, but he just couldn't bring himself to think the way Zoro's thinking, with a sigh the swordsman places a hand on Luffy's back looking out the window into the open sea. He understands what Luffy is trying to do but can't take his mind off how their going to find you, yes you might be in a pretty dress but will you be the same after all this? Will you be their Y/N? "If you keep thinking about it your just gonna get mad again" Luffy looks up seeing the swordsman's stoic face that turns to look down at his captain "It'll probably be over the top, some frilly shit"

Luffy tilts his head while raising an eyebrow wondering what Zoro is on about until it hits him "Oh the dress?" The captain laughs sitting to straddle the swordsman's waist feeling happy that he managed to get his lovers mind off the bad stuff even for just a little while, Zoro lets out a chuckle and cracks a small smile placing his hands on Luffy's waist "yea. She looks hot in anything as long as she likes it" The swordsman state as Luffy nods leaning in to place a small kiss on Zoro's lips who leans up to kiss back. "I like it when she wears those split dresses" The captain smile after he pulls away from the kiss feeling Zoro's hands rub up and down his sides "you mean the ones that show off her tattoo?" The swordsman laughs remembering how overjoyed the captain was when you got that tattoo, he stared at it for hours but was super sad when you told him not to touch it since it was still healing. Luffy nods his head holding his hat to his head "Yea its so cool, maybe i should get one" A laugh from the kitchen gets the two to look over seeing Sanji drying his hands "Sorry" The cook raises his hand as he put the towel down "I don't think the needle will piece your skin" Sanji smiles leaning against the counter lighting up a cigarette, Luffy pouts pulling the skin on his arm watching it stretch and then snap back into place once he lets go.

Zoro sighs and sits up but keeps Luffy on his lap "Don't pout" The swordsman leans in wrapping his arms around the captain and placing a light kiss on his lips, luffy kisses back a small smile growing on his face before pulling away. The door to the kitchen slams open a very panicked Brook running in and panting a little, the three turn to look at him as the skeleton points out to sea "We have a problem, there's two Vice Admiral ships heading our way" Luffy jumps a little wondering if his grandpa will be there but soon shakes it off while stepping off the sofa soon followed by Zoro "It doesn't matter, we can take care of them" The captain smiles seeming to make Brook calm down a bit as they make their way out of the kitchen seeing the rest of the straw hat crew rushing around to take on the two ships. They weren't close enough to the red line yet so it was clear these ships where sent out to stop anyone form getting too close. "Luffy" Nami calls out from the front of the ship where she's steering the ship waiting for the captains orders. Luffy nods at her before jumping up onto the top deck to stand next to her "Keep going, Franky prepare the cannons." The captain yells at the crew who nods at his orders. A loud voice through a speaker soon catches their attention, the person clearing their throat before they talk "Attention ship... You must turn around immediately, or we will open fire" It was clear now that the voice was coming form one of the ships so Luffy hops up onto the sunny's head to look out.

Zoro cracks his neck as he makes his way up to the top of the ship followed by Sanji, if the marines did fire it's their job to protect the ship. "Get out of our way" Luffy yells back as loud as he can so the other two ships can hear him, a sigh echos out the marine clearly angry at the pirates words. The two ships slightly turn outward before firing their cannons some missing and landing in the water next to the sunny while others are cut apart or kicked away by Zoro and Sanji who jump into action. Luffy helps deflect the cannon fire until Franky yells out that the main cannon is ready, jumping of the sunny's head the captain gives the cyborg a thumbs up. The sunny's mouth opens as a red coated cannon moves out and fires a bright blue been of light shooting out its mouth almost splitting the sea in front of it in half, the two marine ships try to move out of the way but the light hits one directly while the other gets most of its back end blown apart. The bright beam soon shrinks into nothing the sea water rippling back into place as the now one marine ship starts to sink. Luffy goes to cheer when someone lands on the ship and kicks the captain into the railing almost crashing into Nami who has to duck in order to avoid the straw hat "Luffy" Zoro and Sanji yell turning to see a marine vice Admiral looking almost like a dalmatian now standing on the ship, the swordsman runs over and slices at the marine, but he manages to dodge with incredible speed. Sanji runs over to Nami helping her off the floor and get away form the fight now taking place while Luffy growls getting up off the floor.

Something about this guy reminds him of marineford bringing back bad memories, running at the dog man Luffy swings his leg kicked the guy round and sending him flying onto the grassy deck away from the ship controls. "Get the ship moving" Luffy yells out not liking how slow the sunny is moving at the moment, they've already wasted time on the two marine ships they don't need anymore delays. Nami nods and runs back to the wheel while Luffy and Zoro run past her heading down to take the marine on. The dalmatian gets back up his eyes landing on Chopper whose eyes widen as he steps back scared of the dog mans angry gaze. Brook runs over slashing at the marine with his sword but with incredible speed dodges the slashes and stabs the skeleton throws at him as a large hand grows out of the floor and try's to slap the man. It barely misses as the marine jumps away form the hand and runs at Robin about to stab her with his finger and long nail only for Zoro's swords to get in the way blocking his attack and pushing the guy away. Using Haki Luffy hardens his arm and fist bringing it down to hit the guy in the face who hardly had time to dodge being thrown into the wall of the ship. With the dalmatian panting and trying to stand Luffy suddenly remembers where he's seen this guy before and why he remembers marineford, he tried to stop Luffy form saving Ace and now he was trying to stop Luffy from saving you. Brook goes to deliver the finishing blow when Luffy steps in holding his hand out to stop the skeleton.

With angry eyes and his hat darkening his face Luffy stops in front of the dog man who glares back up at him "Straw hat" The marine coughs a bit of blood splattering onto the floor as he does, raising his fist Luffy punches the marine in the face as hard as he can knocking the guy out and causing big red bumps to appear in his cheek and head. The crew relaxes a little now the fighting's over but Zoro could tell the captain wasn't happy, as the ship picked its speed up and the others went to help with what ever they could Zoro walked up who Luffy who was still staring down at the uncontuse marine. "He was there... at marineford" The captain sighs fixing his hat as the swordsman places a hand on his shoulder "it won't be like marineford... we're here now, your not alone" Zoro lightly smile at Luffy who prys his eyes away form the dog man to look at his first mate, a smile grows on his face realizing the swordsman's right, his crew is strong, and he easily beat a vice admiral he had trouble beating over two years ago so hopefully things will work out. Luffy wraps his arms around Zoro's waist before leaning up to place a kiss on his lips "Thank you Zo" The captain smiles as Zoro lets out a small chuckle while holding his lover back "Anything for my captain."

------- You Don't have to read this last bit if you don't want too. No nudity but a bit of inappropriate touching and mentions of torture -------

The bath was beyond embarrassing but luckily the giant tub was massive and had a large window behind it which is what you kept your focus on even though you felt light-headed from the drugs. You kept your arms over your chest, even though you were wearing a bikini you still felt exposed especially with the celestial dragon sitting next to you, his arm around your shoulder as he laughed about something. The other girls where with you in the bath also wearing bikini's but you could tell they where still very nervous scared to make the wrong move, the dragons fingers drew circles on your shoulder as he leaned closer to you his side touching yours. You wanted nothing more than to pull away form this creep but you forced yourself to stay as still as possible "Don't look so nervous, you'll have to get used to this" Charlos smiles at you noticing your clenched jaw and stiff body, you nodded since you know not answering will get you or one of the girls hurt, the man sighs though his hand leaving your shoulder to run through your hair "Sit" The dragon demands patting his lap form under the water, with slight hesitation you stand his hand letting go of your hair as you step closer, his smile fades as you stand there for too long and his eyes shift to Rin on his other side. You knew he would hurt her if you didn't sit so you quickly did trying to stop yourself from shaking as you sat across his lap. "Good girl, your a fast learner" Charlos runs his hand up your back as you keep your hands around your chest trying to focus on calming your breathing down, his hand squeezes your side as he pulls you closer, only stopping when your shoulder meets his chest.

Minutes felt like hours he ran his hand over side and thigh it rubbing against your bandaged leg making you flinch a few times when he deliberately pressed too hard on your injured leg, the need to move away form him become overwhelming your hands gripping the skin of your waist harder and harder. Charlos places his head on your shoulder with a light sigh "So soft... the things i'm gonna do to this skin of yours." He whispers placing a kiss on your shoulder, you whimper a little mainly grossed out by the feeling of his runny nose on your skin, he chuckles at your response to it placing kissing up your neck before licking it. Something snapped as adrenaline washed through your veins, the light-headiness gone giving you the energy you needed to shove him away from you as you stand backing away form him "Got off of me you disgusting creep" You yell catching the attention of the guards by the door who rush to step in, the girls in the bath move away knowing what is going to happen but Sakura goes to grab you only for the other girls to hold her back. "You insolent girl" Charlos yells standing form the bath as the two guards grab your arms about to pull you out of the bath when the dragon raises his hand form them to stop. "Leave" Charlos looks at his wives who nod all getting out of the bath and leaving the room, some giving you sad looks on the way out. "I can't kill you but i can make you want to die" Charlos smiles before nodding to the two guards behind you.

Your suddenly forced to your knees as your head is dunked under water, the guards hand on the back of your head keeping you under as you struggle to get out of the two guards grip, after a few seconds the guard grips your hair and pulls your head out of the water. Gasping for air you feel a kick hit your bandaged leg causing you to gasp in shock and pain, the water around your leg starting to turn red. Your head is dunked under the water again it muffling the yelling of Charlos unable to understand what he's saying until your head is pulled out of the water again. Panting and trying to catch your breath Charlos bends down grabbing your face as he starts hitting you, punches, kicks and slaps hit your body as you groan in pain trying to hold back your screams "Scream for me and maybe I'll let you go" Charlos gets in your now bleeding and bruised face yelling so you can hear him over your own pounding heart beat, digging his hand into your bandaged leg you let out a scream the pain unbearable but the dragon smiles watching you try and get away form his hand. After a minute he lets go and steps out of the bath leaving you crying and bleeding in the water. "Get her out of my sight" Charlos waves the two guards dragging you out of the bath and making you walk out of the bathroom, limping you let the two drag you into a room and throw you on the floor before throwing a towel on you and slamming the door behind them.

You flinch as arms wrap around you and try to get away only to hear a sweet and kind voice "it's ok, your ok" Sakura holds you close to her pulling the towel over your bleeding leg "Oh my gods... your alive" Lina gasps rushing over to press the towel down on your leg to try and stop the bleeding, gasping and crying you cling onto Sakura who sooth you while rocking you slightly. The other girls walk over using other towels to dry your skin and hair being careful of the purple bruises that start appearing on your body "I'm sorry" You whisper as Rin starts brushing your hair getting all the knots out "He's not here" Rin sighs thinking your trying to apologist to their master but you shake your head causing a confused look to appear on most of the girls faces "I'm not saying sorry to him. I'm saying sorry to you all" You state finding the strength to sit up and look over the girls "I'm sorry you had to worry... I'm sorry you had to see the things you've seen and been though and... I'm sorry for putting you all in danger" You wipe away your tears as Kashvi the youngest of the group starts crying and leaps into your arms crying into your shoulder "I promise when i leave... i'm taking you all with me" You look at each girl their eyes widening in surprise, they thought after being beaten you would cave and just submit but your determination and will sparks something in them, a spark of hope.

[feralandmoonstruck]

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[sigmabateman]

thank you so much @velvetcrowbar444 for tagging me to talk about 5 things im obsessed with at the moment!!

this got longer than i anticipated so im putting it under the cut, but for simplicity's sake i'll tag people up here: @nights-decay, @boycentriccplot, @flaming-tsunami, @sourgelatin no pressure though of course!

persona 5... ok i have to be honest ive been really reluctant to talk about this on here and its why ive been quiet the past at least week or so. no idea why. i guess cause its so different from the stuff i usually post about that i feel like, embarrassed? but i started playing persona 5 royal around may and really liked it but i didnt have the time to properly get into it until now and it has completely taken over my life entirely without me even realising. to be honest i could obsess over like a rock on the ground if i saw it at the right time in my life but hands down persona 5 is one the best if not the best game ive ever played in my life. the story is engaging, the characters are distinctive and realistic and i really really care about all of them, the gameplay is so much fun and combat is buttery fucking smooth like nothing ive ever played before, the music is top tier and what got me interested in the game in the first place, and the ART DIRECTION. it speaks for itself to be honest ESPECIALLY compared to the older games. i was shocked starting persona 4 because of how different it is to persona 5 like, persona 5 has SUCH a distinct visual identity as well as tone, themes, imagery etc it is all just so stunning and perfect and i want to live in it. but i think about it so often like literally 24/7 that i may as well be. i <3 persona 5 and i <3 YUSUKE KITAGAWA. he's definitely my favourite character and he came out of NOWHERE but hes actually everything in the world to me. one of the characters ever.

persona 4 is it a copout to say that? i did try and condense both games into one bullet point but 1. they're such a mainstay in my life right now i was struggling to think of more points and 2. it kind of lost its precision and didn't effectively convey just how personapilled i am right now. i originally wasn't gonna play 4, all i knew is that it was more difficult and less good so i thought i should stay away. but if you go anywhere persona-related on the internet (which i would warn against, the fandom is a fucking cesspit the likes of which i havent seen in a long time as an obscure-shit-enjoyer) you'll quickly run into adachi. and as a lover of men with high-pitched voices and sexypedia entries... i couldn't stay away. before even starting the game i had made a d6 and d20 with different adachis on each face so really it was just a matter of time. and you know what... it's not that bad. the graphics were a SHOCKING step down but i find the low(er) poly style really charming. the adachi model is too cute T_T whenever i see it in the game world i just wanna sit with it for ages. i wonder if i could get it like 3d printed so i could keep him on my desk with me at all times... its bad for me ! the combat is fucking clunky espeically compared to 5 and i kind of hate it but that just makes it more rewarding when i can finally stop LOL. some of the characters (especially the main few (yosuke, chie, yukiko)) took a bit to grow on me but its kind of sweet.. its like authentic.. our relationship is growing as i get to know them better... but dojima and nanako ive loved since i first set eyes on them. too cute. it makes me feel so fatherless. its like.. a lot more magnetic than i expected it to be. i love it even with all its flaws. i saw a meme about it being like twin peaks and thats kind of so real. and you know i love a murder mystery... so yeah tldr i like persona now. but its hard to talk about it on here because it is such a big fandom but not like an active one like spiderman or like good omens or whatever slightly more normal people are watching so its kind of intimidating. maybe ill get over myself, maybe ill go silent for 3 months until i get into something new. we'll see i guess LOL

my gender identity TUMBLR MOMENT I KNOW but i dont know.. ive had a lot of time to myself recently and its kind of brought things to the surface that i just didnt have time or space to think about before. turns out there was a LOT OF STUFF i was repressing without even knowing. like that tweet 'im probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn'. i posted on instagram "gender around cis people: boy, gender around trans people: girlboy, gender by myself: computer program" and that kind of sums it up i think. can i coin like.. complicatedgender. where your answer to the question "whats your gender?" is "it's complicated..." cause thats me. its just COMPLICATED okay!!!! but my pronouns havent changed or anything so its chilllllll

going to bed at a reasonable time. i phrased that like a joke answer but its true. i downloaded pokemon sleep and now i go to bed at 11:30pm cause at 11 i get a notification saying my pokemon are sleepy and shit i gotta take care of my pokemon!! i dont even know if its doing me any good to be honest like i dont feel much better when i wake up but making myself get into bed and shut my eyes means more thinking time and to be honest my favourite activity is thinking. even if as silly as it sounds i never give myself time to do it. its playing a weirdly big role in my life rn so yeah id say im obsessed with it!!!

this asmr video. im secretly always posting about asmr so really i could just say that, but like, ASMR | The Mortician (No Talking – You're Dead) specifically is such a mainstay i can feel its influence seeping into my life like an infection. this video would actually show up in my recommended for YEARS but i never watched it. gave me a major ick for some reason. but then i got into this guys stuff and saw it again and thought id give it a go and now its like an extra limb. fuck my 3rd bullet point, this is my gender identity. i could not articulate in words what it is about the mortician that i love so much, but i really really do. i am certifiably obsessed. cant believe i made it through this whole thing without mentioning alex. but there you are. yay this was fun :D

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💖 Bobby

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

(So, this is angled specifically at the early Krakoan angle we're going at with our Hank and Bobby thread - Hank is . . . honestly, he's on the skids. He's old, he's tired, he feels despondent and lonely, and he is grasping out for any hand to hold that can stop him from going under. Now, more than ever, he needs someone to grab him and keep him from spiralling. Bobby could very easily be that person, if he can recognise Hank's emotional state. BOBBY CAN SAVE TERRA VERDE.)

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No (Mm, this version of Hank might, honestly, if he feels that Bobby might be receptive. He is so desperate for comfort and sympathy and someone to want him for him, his emotional control and his rigidity and need to appear proper is so brittle, that he might well leap at the chance to not be alone anymore.)

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No (Hank does love Bobby, as a friend and potentially much more, if he allows himself to feel it. The moment he feels it's safe, that he can say it and the world won't crack asunder, I see it being very liberating to just get to say I love you. To just get to say it, over and over, and know that it's understood.)

Cheat on them? Yes | No (Even if Bobby may be poly, Hank isn't quite wired that way. He would feel like it's cheating, even if Bobby evidently wouldn't.)

Be the jealous type? Yes | No (He's gonna take time to come around to it, and he's gonna struggle with some feelings, honestly. He might surprise himself with how visceral the feeling of 'mine' will be, considering Bobby is kind of his lifeboat here. But he'll get better, and he'll unlearn this tendency, I feel.)

Plan the dates? Yes | No (Gotta plan around the other partners! Hank is nothing if not considerate.)

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No (Hank craves the emotional validation and affirmation and connection more than the physical in this context, so I could absolutely see him just being stunned when he's allowed to be someone else's, and Bobby might well have to give him a smooch to wake him up. :)

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No (This Hank tends to get a little more maudlin and would want to commemorate these moments more, so he'd go big for the anniversaries.)

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other

(I feel like once Hank is back in a solid emotional place and re-centred, he would very much be locked in. That stability and comfort, and the delight of having his best friend be his lover and vice versa, would do him a world of good.)

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

Answered here, and I feel like the same applies. :)