#this took me wayy too long to make

[snowberai]

i give endermoon some spider eyes and fermented spider eyes, wearing my cool anon glasses so i dont get slaughtered

I dont think he liked the fermented spider eyes very much.

[jadequarze]

birdwives!!! domestic 1. - who proposes (and how??)

Domestic [bird wives]

This is a long one jsyk

If they get married, who proposes? (Bonus: How)

They proposed at the same time, with the help from their critter friends who are done with their hopelessness.

From the previous ask, I did mention these two having an intense rivalry since childhood and keeps trying to one-up each other. Cue to the time before they propose, they still try to one up each other. With that many attempts, so many failed attempts of them proposing each other, much to their dismay.

Until one day. These two were having a casual fly over (totally not planning of how to propose). They were heading for their favorite spot. Feeling the breeze as they fly there, they think to themselves, "Maybe this is it. Maybe today's the day." They reached their spot and each telling the other, they need to fetch something. You see, their favorite spot are surrounded by wildflowers. So, they figure they'll pick their partner's favorite flowers and hide another gift in the bouquet. They asked their critter friends to subtly place these flowers at a specific spot. Which little did they know, their small friends are tired of these two having to dance around and one-upping each other. So, they collectively worked together and make it a surprise for these two.

Evening comes, stars starts to appear and they've returned from their slight detour. To their absolute surprise (and embarrassment), this beautiful landscape of freshly-picked flowers, delicately placed by their critter friends. In the midst of this landscape, a spot was reserved, weirdly enough for these two to lie down and gaze at the stars. So, they did and it was quiet. A comfortable silence as they lay down next to each other, not a thought of wanting to challenge who can make the most unforgettable proposal. Just the warmth of their body, snuggling close and whispering about anything and nothing. As they were chatting, they each felt a weight and looks at their empty hand, a small box. They forgot about it. Instead of making a grand gesture, they turn towards each other and opens the box they've bought. In these two boxes, each containing a long gold chain respectively, one have a ruby gem and the other have an emerald gem. They whisper their vows in this perfect evening. A silent sigh of finality from their critter friends that these two are done one-upping each other (or so they hope)

[zsupika]

Hello! How are you doing? :D

I was wondering if I could request some headcanons or even a little drabble/fic, whatever you prefer, for Zayne! Something with a reader that's a lawyer, if that's okay. The reader is aloof and diligent and quite strict in her work, takes it really seriously and at first she butts heads with Zayne's cold demeanor but later they realize they have feelings for eachother. Anything on this idea is fine, just as long as you enjoy doing it! Thank you for your time either way ❣️❣️

Zayne x Lawyer!Reader

A/N: thank you very much for the request! I'd love to write this. I haven't written a proper fic in a while so please excuse me if this isn't good :> this is also wayy longer than I expected lol so enjoy? It might be a little rushed and cringy-ish... so yeah be aware of that

After a long day of work the only thing that you wanted to do is sit in a café and relax. Too bad that all the tables were already filled with people. Sighing, you spot one seat in a booth that isn't filled, although it is right across a rather stern-looking guy. Contemplating what you should do, you decided to just ask him if you could sit at his table. After all there was really nothing else for you to do. You walked up to him, holding your head up high, hoping to come across more confident.

"Hello, I was just wondering if the seat across from you was taken?" you asked him while pointing towards the empty space. The man, not even looking up at you, simply shook his head while returning to drink his coffee. His lack of words took you aback at first but you decided that it's best not to think about it for too long. You quickly thanked and sat down. His rudeness made you slightly regret even asking but you tried to shrug it off. After all you still had some paperwork that you wanted to finish. It was related to work so you had to finish it up quickly to be able to go home before it gets dark outside because you had to bring it back to your workspace before going home. After ordering a drink and a piece of your favorite cake, you got to work. You noticed the man across from you glance at your papers every once in a while. He looked slightly interested. Although your impressions of him was that he was rather rude, you decided to attempt to make some small-talk with him. At least until your order was finished.

"So, are you in this café very often? It's the first time I've seen you here and I come here every afternoon while I'm on my break." you pointed out while looking into his eyes. His look felt really cold and you wondered what a guy like him was doing in a café. It just seemed a little out of place considering that the café had a cute-ish aesthetic and he was, more or less, the opposite..

"No,", he exclaimed in a calm voice, softer than you imagined, "I come here pretty often. Although I'm very busy with work lately, this not being able to come here as often.".

You asked him what he does for work. After he said that he works as a doctor, your order came to the table, interrupting your conversation.

".. I'm a lawyer. There's some paper I want to finish. That's why I came here. I love this café. It's calm and usually not as filled as it is today. I apologize if I bore you with my talking but I just feel that it'd be impolite for me to just ignore your presence after basically stealing your seat." you chuckle.

"It's not boring me." he simply answered.

"I'm Y/N by the way." you said while taking a sip of your drink and further working on your papers.

"Zanye." he exclaimed. You smiled up at him. After this short interaction, you're conversations didn't resume. A few people left the café after some time and you considered switching seats to a booth without Zayne. But him presence somehow made you feel at ease. Even though you though he was a little rude at first, he wasn't. At least not too much. Finishing up your work, drink and cake you didn't see a point in staying any longer. Zayne was reading some news article while sipping on a coffee. You got up and went out of the café. You figured saying goodbye would be a little unnecessary, considering that you haven't talked at all after that small interaction. But you could've sworn you saw his gaze follow you all the way to the door.

It was snowing outside as you looked out of the window. It was Sunday, the weekend. Outside you saw people from all around coming together and walk or do other activities. Families, friends and partners. You had to admit that you were slightly jealous. You yearned for a person to stay by your side. After moving out and being on your own, the loneliness that came over you was hard to ignore. The only time it went away was at the day in the café with Zayne. Zayne, you could get his name out of your head. What was it about him that intriguing you? You barely even talked with each other. But there was no time to think about stuff like that, for now it's time to work on a new lawsuit. It was quite the tough one at that. You didn't have anything to do so you just decided to work on it on the weekend as well. It was pretty much the only thing you could do. Rotting in bed or doing nothing at all simply wasn't an option for you. There was no way you'll ever get to the point of not prioritizing work. It's what truly matters in your eyes. The rest can wait.

On your way home from the office you stumbled across a cute-looking bookshop. You figured it would hurt to look into it for a little while. Walking from isle to isle you couldn't find anything that was worth reading. After looking out of the glass door of the bookshop you spotted a familiar looking figure in the distance. Zayne. You couldn't form any proper thoughts when you noticed him walk towards the shop. You quickly walked towards the back of the shop. But why? What was the point of you doing that. It's not like he's gonna take a notice of you if he were to see you.

At least that's what you thought. In truth, Zayne couldn't stop thinking about you all week. When he saw you walk into the café he was mesmerizing by your beauty. When you spoke to him with your kind voice, he almost couldn't contain his excitement. He was cursing himself all week for not getting your contact info or anything really. He only had your name. Y/N. The only think he could think about. He went to the café every single day after that, hoping to see you, no matter how exhausted he was. But it was no use. It's like you just disappeared. His desire to see you again grew bigger and bigger by the minute. While walking home after work he noticed your figure in a small bookshop on the side of the street. He quickly walked towards the shop without giving it a second thought. Truthfully said, he had no clue how to approach you or what he was gonna say when you two were face to face again.

While he walked into the bookshop it looked like he was searching for something or someone. It made you feel slightly anxious to see him like this. Maybe he was looking for him girlfriend. All of those thought flooded your brain, so you didn't hear him walk closer to you once he spotted you. He stood right next to you, facing the bookshelf in front of you two. You gave him a slight side-stare and surprisingly make eye contact with him for a second, making you jump slightly. So he did notice you, you thought. You quickly grabbed a book and shoved your nose into it, trying not to make this whole situation too awkward.

Zayne saw you so intriguing into the book. When he saw you stare at him, he thought you might say something to him, making him hopeful. But it didn't seem like you even took proper notice of him. You probably didn't even remember him. He felt stupid thinking that you cared as much as he did. But why did he even care? He couldn't figure it out. There was just something about you that made him be drawn to you. You were like a magnet to him. You made him feel at ease. How was he supposed to deal with such a situation.. He couldn't find the right words to start a conversation.

You realized that staring into the book without actually reading it was making you look more awkward than you thought so you decided to close the book and put it back onto the shelf. You've waited for a couple minutes but he didn't say anything at all. He barely looked at you or so you thought. There was no point in waiting any longer in your eyes, so you moved around him and walked towards the exit.

Before thinking properly Zayne decided to rush after you. He couldn't let you walk away another time. He grabbed your arm as you walked out. His action made you jump but as soon as you saw that it was him you calmed down. He looked into your eyes thinking of a way so tell you that he wants to get to know you better, he wants to spend time with you and he wants you to feel the same way. You two stared at each other for some moments before you took the chance to say something to him.

"Zayne." you called out. He softly nodded, signalizing you that he was listening to you, still holding your arm and looking deep into your eyes. His look was quite intense and intimating but it didn't bother you at the moment. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you inside the shop. I... I didn't really know if you recognized me to be honest. I thought you forgot about me." you said while awkwardly chuckling. You didn't know if he felt the same way that you did and you had a hard time reading him. Just what was he thinking..

Zayne couldn't wait anymore. In his thoughts the only thing that mattered at the moment was you and the fact that he wanted to be with you. There was something tying you two to each other. He wanted more of you.

"Y/N. I didn't forget you. How could I possibly forget you. You have been all that's Ben on my mind for the last week. The moment I saw you walk into the café, I was mesmerized by your beauty. Your presence makes me feel at ease and I want to get to know you more. I don't know what it is about you but you drive me crazy. I am a rational person but when I see you, I can't help but follow my heart instead of my head." his breath is quicker than before and it's the first time you heard him say so much. You were staring at him, baffled. You were hoping to get some kind of confession but you didn't expect that he felt so strongly about you. It made you flustered. You nodded at his words and replied that you felt the same way and that you'd like to get to know him better.

Hearing your answer made him feel so relieved. He moved his hand from your arm towards your hand and he took your hand into his. Your hands now intertwined.

"Well then I suppose I'm allowed to do this now. I've been yearning for this moment."

[moonknixght]

Chase of Cat and Mouse [Jake Lockley x Cop!Reader]

Summary: Jake Lockley is a smug bastard who enjoys watching you struggle to find the murderer responsible for Arthur Harrow's death. But it becomes evident that his overconfident façade is not that strong when you manage to catch him after work. Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Enemies to lovers kinda, Suggestive, Swearing, no mentions of marc or steven (sorry guys), mentions of death (?) A/N: this took wayy to long and my sincerest of apologies to all my lovelies. I’m unfortunately a huge procrastinator, but I’ll try working in more fics in the coming days :) ! Requests are open, so feel free to talk to me or suggest something for the next fic!!

You lean on your chair with a distrustful look, eyes twitching at the cocky grin that your suspect, Jake Lockley had on his face. If only you could just reach over the damn table and smack it right out of his face, but unfortunately with no permission from the higher-ups to hurt people under custody, you were pretty helpless to his conceited expressions.

It's just been an hour of going back and forth with the male; where you would propose something incriminating that could possibly involve him, before he would defend himself with a cheeky statement, which worked a bit too well in his favor.

For example, When you pointed out that the man who suspiciously led Arthur Harrow away from the hospital to be never seen again was wearing a cap similar to his, Jake responded with a chuckle; "Is there no one else in London who wears a newsboy cap?"

And it didn't help that every once in a while, he would make a mockery out of you, arrogantly sneering as you struggled to find solid evidence for an arrest. You tried to pay no mind to it as you distracted yourself with the papers lay on the desk in front, trying not to be bothered by anything he says.

"Running out of hurtful accusations, amor?" It was getting increasingly frustrating, the periodic visits of Jake Lockley to the questioning room almost once every week, where every time you insisted it was him. Your superior, an old bloke named Martin was understandably getting tired of it, ever so slightly wishing that he had just taken this rookie case to his hands instead of having his junior over-analyze it so much. London is a big city; the death of another old man was no exciting news, but it seemed to be of great importance to you. A knock on the door snapped you out of your deprecating thoughts, breaking that eye contact that danced with a fiery spark of hatred between you and Jake while you jumped to your feet to answer the door. A familiar figure with a head full of grey hair with an equally grey mustache stood, with a fed-up expression on his face. Speak of the fucking devil. "Cut short for the day, I need you in my office in 10." Martin commanded, a breath escaping your lips quietly as he said so. "But—" "No buts. My Office. In 10. Let 'em go." You turn back to the male who was still sitting nonchalantly on the uncomfortable basin of the stool; but almost immediately as your gaze fell on him, he looked up with a tilt of his head, his lips curling at the end to form a smirk. He managed to get out of your grasp again.

Stepping into Martin's Lair, which most acknowledge as his office, you felt yourself think of the many ways he could possibly question you— as well as all the ways you could retaliate and justify your fixation on this specific suspect. All of your defenses led to a dead end, but how exactly were you supposed to explain how Jake looks at you when he sees you falter? How his sharp, tinted brown eyes sparkle with a glimmer of amused smugness to it every time you found yourself searching for more clues in front of him? You know he did it. You know that he knows very well you're aware of that. Yet, he seemed to be enjoying the effort put in to prove your conclusions.

Arms crossed, your supervisor eyed you as you walked in and did your regular routine of a salute to your higher up, before he motioned you over to sit. Martin never was a person who gave much trouble, and that was an understanding that ran between the both of you, but that didn't mean he didn't have moments where he would be highly critical of your actions and decisions.

"Where are the final reports, (L/N)?" "I.." You pause, bracing yourself. "I don't have it. Yet." The older male sighed in response to your answer, rubbing the base of his temple while you shifted uncomfortably on the cushion-y seat, preparing yourself to hear the lecture that was incoming. "I assigned this file to you nearly 3 months ago, (Y/N), and you have nothing except a raging suspicion on this one guy who you can't even prove is the culprit we're looking for." He leaned onto the desk. "What happened? You were one of my best students. That's why I trusted you with this."

Oh, Jake Lockley is done for once you catch him again. You part your lips to say something, but the guilt of letting down such a placid and reasonable figure that was your superior was really starting to settle down. Had it been anyone else, you would have stubbornly defended yourself about how you were absolutely sure of your intuitions. But it was a war that you would not come out victorious from anyways; possibly hurting the respect Martin gives you was just an added loss.

"Be more attentive, (Y/N). I know how hard these tend to get but I've been having people show up and make a fuss about finding the culprit—probably some distant family of the victim and—"

"I'll have the reports down to you by Sunday." Martin spared a look of surprise, taken aback by the sudden tone of determination. It took you 3 months to make even the slightest of progress, yet you seemed positive that you'll manage to nail the report and hold the felon accountable within the matter of a day and a half. How were you supposed to do that?

You would've been a little more confident if you knew the answer to that question yourself.

Stripped out of the authoritarian uniform, You found yourself clutching onto your jacket as the cold autumn weather in the streets of London brushed against your skin. The night was young as always, and you wished there was time for you to go stargazing, laying under the bed of shining pricks in the dark blanket that was the night sky. Barely 8pm by then, you realized as you checked your watch, but the gloom of a midnight sky was already settling in. It was an uncomfortable feeling since you've rarely never gotten out all that much, for a stroll nonetheless, ever since you started working on the case, with the exemption of the travel from and to home to the station or vice versa.

And that would have been the fate of today, if it weren't for the fact that you were hunting down Jake Lockley. This time not with the help of a colleague, but by yourself as you hurried through the busy streets of the city. You were given the location to an apartment towards the north of town, which was presumed to be his address and where you were hoping to run into him for a talk. Not another interrogation, at least in his point of view, but you were aware that this case was far from salvageable with just mildly threatening questioning.

You watch as the neon sign of a convenience store just below the building your heading for shine brightly; stopping momentarily to check your phone and prepare before taking a sharp breath to turn the corner— to almost immediately run into a figure in the dark and brooding alleyway.

Despite the crescent moon towering above his frame, Jake's face was lit solely by the cigarette hooked between his fingers, revealing a familiar facial structure that you loathed. But, despite having strong emotions which can only be described as hatred, you did find him to be conventionally attractive, but that's just stating the obvious.

Another thing that you took to notice was his dark, slicked-back curls that almost stuck to his neck, carefully combed as to not to seem disheveled and obviously missing his signature cap. It was.. certainly a look. Something out of the ordinary, which made you wonder if you even were looking at the same person.

At the echo of your footsteps, it was destined to catch the attention of the male, who squinted at the sight of you, before a relaxed expression took over his stiff posture. At his notice, you paused just a few steps away from him, pondering where you're gonna begin— only for him to beat you to it. "'m afraid I can't make it to another questioning, officer." He sneered, but shrugging it off has almost been second nature to you at this point. "I have.. plans for later tonight, 'Can't spend that time rotting away at the station." "You're not being taken to the station, I just want to talk." You say firmly, To which Jake reacts with a raise of his brow, prompting you to continue. "Look." You shift your gaze away, sighing. "I might've been wrong about you, but I think you know something I don't. And if you know, anything, and I mean- anything on Arthur Harrow, I need you to tell me it. Now." Jake looked at you with not much change in his expression, but his hand brought the cigarette back to his lips as he leaned by the hood of the car, facing you. If you were any hopeful about Jake abiding by your commands, you would have said he was considering it, but the silence was becoming overbearing and you still needed to pitch your case.

"His family's been very active in trying to find the culprit and.. It's—"

"Mentirosos.." ("liars..") He grumbled lowly, but thanks to a pretty good sense of hearing, you were able to catch it.

"Pardon?" "Do you actually believe them?"

Jake's question did falter your figure for a moment, especially since his voice was a little bit more.. commanding. But it did send you back to really put your thought into it. Arthur's file and your personal research on his background did not list any names that may be dear to him, so who were those claiming to be his family? Maybe even friends? "Whoever they are, They're concerned, and I don't have any answers but I know that you know something." Jake chuckled. "So, You're desperate." You glare at him, but at the same time, you can't exactly deny his accusation. The only other reaction was the sequence of words you managed to grumble out. "Spill it, Lockley." The manner in which you spoke was dominant, commanding as you were beginning to be reminded of all the trouble Jake has given you. The cigarette that brightly burned between his rough fingers was left neglected until now, when he opted to drop it on the floor before the heel on his shoe extinguished the leftover flame within it in order to make his way towards you. You stood firm in your stance as he took light strolls towards your frame, with a light tilt of his head. You stand firm in your stance as he lightly strolls towards you, with a slight tilt of his head. "I know you're not just a pretty face, You'll figure it out eventually. Without my help." You were almost face to face now, standing parallel against each other, the eye contact unwavering between the two of you. As always. "I did figure it out. Either you did it, or you were involved; So if I'm asking you anything now, it's because you know what happened." "Why didn't you just take me in again?" "Because I wanted to talk to you. Not to the unbothered, innocent cab driver who I'm apparently tormenting." The corner of his lips couldn't help but curl just a little bit, as he stared down at you for a moment. Jake was quite unsure if you had anything incriminating against him, or whether you were going off pure instinct, but for you to be so stubborn about being right, you got to have been confident about something.

Jake's intense gaze bore into yours, a silent challenge passing between you two. Despite how lightly he seemed to take everything, The air grew thick with tension, and you found yourself fighting the urge to step back. His proximity was disarming, but you refused to let him see any vulnerability in the stance you put out. "And If I don't cooperate?"

"You're dancing on the edge, Lockley. One wrong move, and you'll find yourself in a place you won't enjoy."

You warned, your voice low and laced with a subtle threat in the off chance he did have any malicious thoughts. He was a unpredictable character, despite the many interactions you've had with him. Jake's laughter rumbled, low and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

"I've been on the edge my whole life, Cariño. It's where I operate best."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed like the world around you faded away. The charged atmosphere crackled between you two, and neither was willing to back down.

The dimly lit alley provided a secret backdrop to your confrontation. The distant city sounds and the occasional flicker of a neon sign were the only witnesses to what was unfolding. Jake's hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You're playing with fire being here, detective." he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine.

Your heart raced, and for a split second, you forgot the reason you sought him out in the first place. The lines between rivalry and attraction blurred. The charismatic aura surrounding him was magnetic, and undoubtedly, you were drawn in. But perhaps, You could use this to your advantage.

"Maybe I prefer it that way with you." You retorted, your voice betraying a hint of defiance. You could feel the weight of his gaze, assessing, challenging. With a blink of your eye, you notice how close he is to you, your face nearly touching as his gaze bore into yours. It was hypnotizing, even if you were planning to play him entirely, your knees couldn't help but feel a little weak.

In a charged moment, the air crackling with unspoken tension, Jake closed the remaining distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both unexpected and electric. Time seemed to stand still as the world around you melted away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against yours.

The rhythm between the two of you was picked up almost immediately; led mainly by him, as he quickly dashed at the opportunity to deepen what already existed. Being amused as well as surprised, you allowed your hands to trail up his back with a smile, grazing along the rough fabric of his trench coat. Your hands didn't stick around there for long though, eventually finding it's way up to entangle itself in his astonishingly soft curls, earning a light moan of satisfaction from him.

With just a light push of your body weight onto his, you maneuvered him over to one of the stone walls that sandwiched the two of you in the alley, barely leaving any space for your lips to be left untouched. Back touching the wall in a firm grip, Jake's hands fell from cupping your face to having a rough hold on your waist, pulling you closer to the warm of his body in a mesmeric embrace.

"I didn't know you wanted me this badly, (L/N). Is this why you had me come in so often?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" "With the way you're acting right now? Of course not." You engulf him in another bombardment of kisses, which he accepts greedily, like a man who's waited years to do this. If anything, It's almost like he wanted to hold you in such a way the moment he set his eyes on you. On second thoughts, Maybe that's why he's been obediently showing up every time he was summoned back at the room. Sly fuck. You separate for the second time, panting as you gently lay your hand on his chest, soaking in all of his perfect features. Amidst all the chaos of the case, the face you've seen almost once every week had way more to offer than you remembered. Whether that was his hooded eyes that loomed over his chocolate colored eyes, or his lips that glistened perfectly as he licked up the rest of your taste from the corners.

Perhaps you were lost a little too much in awe of his features, still breathless but unsure if everything was from the sudden fire of desire in your heart, or the intense make-out you just had with your suspect. "Harrow brought it upon himself." Jake murmured amidst his gasps to catch some air, giving into his temptation of giving you hints.

"What?"

"He's a cult leader."

Your nose crinkles at the information, brows knitting as you sunk in to the realization. Jake looked away for a moment, a clicking of his tongue could be heard as he cursed himself for just.. giving information to a police officer. Khonshu would probably eat his head for this later.

"So.. That means—"

"—The people bothering ya' at the station are his followers, and they're likely looking for me."

You were right, but you couldn't help but feel.. bad? Is that what that was? No, protectiveness, like you suddenly didn't want to give Jake's name away to the persistent visitors. But what if Jake is lying? He's still a conniving character. Maybe this is just justification for he has done. "They're looking for you.. so.. I was right.." "Felicidades, muñeca." ("Congrats, Doll.") Jake spoke with that same grin, but this time, with a clear admiration for your intelligence. It was hard holding back the same grin every time you accused him back at the interrogation room. "You got me."

To be elated or not, was the conflict that clouded your mind right then. This was it. Jake took the opportunity of your realization to swiftly move from under your grasp, knowing that sticking around would only trouble him more. Once again, He needed to disperse into the shadows of the night like the many times he's been completely caught, to go and only return when the dust had settled. Things were not as easy as that this time. Not when you were involved. "Wait." Before he could completely pull away, You held onto his arm, with a surprising amount of strength. With a slight struggle, Jake could've pushed you off and fled, but he didn't, pausing as he stared at you. You had a look that could only be identified as a mischievous plea, like you completely ignored everything he had just revealed. "Stay. I don't want us to be cut short." The male couldn't properly respond to that before you leaped at him once again, crashing your lips onto his with a more deeper passion. Your previous contacts were slow, yet this kiss bought in a new category of roughness that he could definitely get used to. His hands once again latched onto your body, admiring your sides while the same position was restored for a second time. The kisses from Jake were way more messier, his hands and lips trying to cover all of what it can reach in a restricted amount of time. He was hungry, and that's exactly where you wanted him. As he littered your jawline with sloppy pecks, you huffed in the stimulation as you felt his arms fall down and trace along your body. He was distracted in an effort to grasp at your rear, earning a soft grasp that escaped your lip at the sudden contact, which only bought a smirk of achievement in his features. In honest truth, all of Jake's little mannerisms when in almost full control of your body had butterflies fluttering in the pits of your stomach; heart racing while he maintained his pace in just driving you crazy. Though you promised yourself just a moment ago that you wouldn't falter, that pledge was getting way harder to keep with every passing second of indulging in him. On the other hand, Jake was enamored, savoring every sense of you he can get himself hooked on. Perhaps that was why he didn't notice how your hands brushed over his tight grip, pulling it away from the sides of your stomach or how there was mild jingle of something that echoed through the alley amidst their breathless pants of fervor. Click. Or maybe, He didn't notice how something restrained his hands together. No, that's a stretch. Pulling away from a kiss that he could have for an eternity more, his gaze fell the palm of his hands, sweeping down until it spotted the chained collars that strapped the two of his hands together. It didn't really take him long to recognize what it was. "Jake Lockley, You are hereby arrested for the murder of Arthur Harrow." Your cleverness of leaving him so vulnerable to you was undoubtedly smart, but that was an essence of your charm that Jake simply couldn't get enough of.

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 BI-HAN X READER ~ feint ~

an: no wayy almost close to 100 notes in just a day of posting my first work in so long thanks so much everyone 🫶 in honour of this ill be posting a short drabble (lets see how long this really is after im done writing) anyways this work is inspired by THIS tiktok linked below vvv !! if u don't watch it u won't understand what prompted this fic so highly advise u watch this before u read

note: bi-han and reader are married in this story

also guys this story WILL be having bespectacled bi-han bc u can NOT tell me that man does not wear reading glasses when he gets older. i can totally see his vision getting worse and him having to begrudgingly resort to glasses to read documents and books .... i included a rough image of what that looks like (dont come for me im not an editor)

it was not often that you saw your husband battered from kombat. most days when he went out to spar or fight, there's be a few bruises and scratches here and there sure, but nothing that was so severe that you had to sit down and tend to his wounds. even if he did get injured, most of the time he patched himself up before you could lay eyes on him. it was a bright fall day at the lin kuei stronghold, with most of the ombre-braised leaves littering the ground of the courtyard. you had taken over as a mentor at the lin kuei, focusing on the academics of each initiate's journey to becoming a ninja (though it took a lot of convincing your dear old husband before he ever agreed to let you onboard).

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"c'mon, bi-han. you can't just train the initiates physically. they gotta be trained mentally too! you can't possibly think the only problems people face are the ones in front of them -- it's the ones that are in their heads that they gotta defeat too."

bi-han propped himself up against the headboard of your marital bed, his hair messy around his head with his feet outstretched in a relaxed manner (which was much too rare for the grandmaster). he had his reading glasses on and a lounge hanfu wrapped loosely around his body, skimming some documents. rather than entertaining your antics, he ignored you and continued to read the ledger in front of him. you groaned sheepishly, prompting bi-han to look up at you with a hint of annoyance, as you plopped yourself right beside him.

"it's a good idea and you know it.....you just won't admit it..," you playfully pouted. bi-han continued to skim through his document as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and your scalp, prompting a deep sigh from you.

"not a sustainable idea, (name)." you quickly got up and faced him, determined to make a point. "i can make it sustainable! you have to give me a chance to prove it though."

bi-han closed his reading and you could now see the glasses perched up on the plateau of his nose. he was older now and his cryomancy did no favours for his vision -- as he increased his use of snow, his vision degraded. it was you that gave him the nudge to rectify his vision but he didn't budge, said that his vision was fine. it took getting suckerpunched by a VERY apologetic initiate at close-range for him to finally realize that his vision was nowhere where it used to be and if he wanted to retain his position as grandmaster, changes were going to have to be made. you made sure to help pick out his glasses, choosing the frames and lens meticulously and helping him put them on. you could hardly control ur salivation looking at him try on reading glasses that made him look all sophisticated and scholarly. after much pushback, you both decided on a subtle and sleek pair that wouldn't garner too much foreign attention (spoiler alert: it absolutely did). the first few days that bi-han wore the glasses, everyone found it hard to pry their eyes away from him. tomas had to stifle his giggles out of fear that bi-han would strangle him, kuai couldn't help but tease him everytime he laid eyes on his glasses, and the younger initates mistakenly (accidentally? who knows) referred to him as "dad."

bi-han leans forward, his hair clinging to his face, leaning for a kiss but you put your hand between the two of yours' lips as a barrier.

"you get nothing unless you agree to my idea, grandmaster."

bi-han leaned back against the headboard, faced towards you. he took a few brief moments to speak before giving you a soft small smile and gazing at you cautiously with his mellow brown eyes.

"if that is what my wife wishes," he whispers lowly.

~~

you had given most of the initates a set of books that they were to have studied by the end of the year. this prompted a bunch of groans and boos from some of the students, seeing that they wanted to get to the 'ninja' side of things rather than slowly well-rounding all their skills. no one dared to personally say anything to you though, considering you were the grandmaster's wife and any complaint directed at you would be personally dealt with by the grandmaster himself (and it would not go well for the complainant).

you drew out an elaborate web of themes and concepts on the board in front of you.

"alright students, which one of you would like to tell me what this represents. how can we use it practically in our routine?," you say, pointing to one of the themes on the board. the room was pitch silent and you could hear a few yawns here and there.

"come on guys. i'm not doing this for myself, i'm doing this to help you guys out. the quicker you guys can answer this, the quicker we can get out of here," you say matter-of-factly. before you can continue on with your lesson, you hear people arguing and yelling outside. 2 of the initiates at the back of the room pry open the training room's doors ajar so they could take a look and listen to what was going on outside, but you didn't entertain this at all. yelling, fighting, whatever it may be, it was a stronghold, of course it would be common.

"hey. there is nothing going on outside that you need to be familiar with more than what we have in here. pay attention to the lesson please!" you exclaimed with an exasperated expression. the initiates nodded their head and let out a meager "sorry ma'am" for their inconvenience.

"now, everyone. as i was saying, wh-" before you could finish your sentence, the doors to the training room were thrown open. you could probably punch a whole through the wall with all the anger you were feeling. who the hell decided this time that it was a good idea to interrupt you?

"(name), ma'am, the grandmaster is injured and i think you should take a look at him," one of the initiates breathlessly whispers. it's clear that he ran all this way to get your attention.

"what?! oh my god......is his condition stable right now? is he doing okay? where is he?" you exclaimed.

the initiate gestured you to follow him and you agreed.

"alright students, just a mere diversion but by the time i get back, you all better be done the next chapter because i'm gonna grill you on it!" you proclaimed as you zoomed down the stronghold's corridors. when you finally made it to the room bi-han was in, you walked in to see kuai, tomas, sektor, and cyrax crowded by his bed in the infirmary.

"bi-han...." you whispered quietly as your eyes went wide. your husband was laying in the bed, resting like a mummy. bandages curtained his chest, arms, and forehead. his face was stressed -- he was asleep and yet a frown graced his face indicating that he was conscious but unaware of his surroundings. your first instinct was to push past sektor and sit down beside bi-han on the chair. kuai had intentionally left the seat empty so that you could comfort bi-han.

"how the hell did this happen kuai?" you asked, furiously. kuai grimaced at your expression.

"don't blame this on me, (name). he's your husband. you know he takes too much on himself and then ends up all injured."

you looked at the physician who had just finished cleaning up your husband's wounds in desperation, wondering what the hell even happened.

"he's alright. i've patched up any severe wounds and stuck him to an IV. you'll have to nurse him for the next few days though." the bespectacled physician prompted, pushing his glasses to the ridge of his nose.

you chuckled, putting your hands on your bandaged husband's chest, caressing him. "nurse him? what is he, a baby? you said he should be fine."

the physician prepares for a response before bi-han stirs awake. you smile at him as you await him to fully regain consciousness.

"huh....who is....wha..." bi-han murmurs as his eyes adjust to the natural lighting of the infimary.

"bi-han....you're awake! i'm glad." you smile brightly, as your hands move up and down his treated chest. bi-han glances between your hands on his upper body and you, before letting out a loud groan and plopping his head back on his pillow.

"don't."

you look at him confused. "what?"

"i have a wife......she'll kill you if she finds out you've laid your hands on me," he says sternly with his hoarse voice.

you get up from your seat and lean in closer to him with a big smile shone across your face, a light blush spread across your cheeks. you found it adorable that even in such a horrible condition, your husband was loyal to you and you only. kuai looks confused at bi-han, wondering if dementia has caught up to him after all these years while tomas lets out a small chuckle at what his grandmaster was saying knowing that bi-han is too weak to really do or say anything to him.

"i am your wife, my love."

bi-han looks back at you with a neutral expression on his face and you can see his face shift into surprise, then pure flush. you stand there beautifully over him with the hair moved from your face, your scent lingering over him. there is a perfect mix of concern and amusement engraved into your expression, much to bi-han's arousal. a heavy blush creeps onto his face, unlike one you've seen before, and the monitor regulating his heartbeats goes off the charts. it's evident that bi-han's heartrate has boosted EXPONENTIALLY.

"well i'll be damned. our grandmaster might just have a crush on someone." cyrax states. you and the rest of the ninjas turn around and look to cyrax, chuckling but bi-han's gaze remains on you. it's almost as though he is in awe that he married someone like you.

"clear the room," you demand authoritatively. the ninjas and the physician bow their head and comply with your demand, leaving you and your husband alone in the emptiness of the infirmary.

"do you need more heat? are you doing okay my love?" you ask as you get closer to your husband. he looks at you carefully before speaking again.

"perhaps....a little more heat." you smile and obey, grabbing a few candles from the cupboard in the corner of the room and bringing it closer to him. bi-han props himself up against his pillow and disregards everything you're doing just to stare at you. it puts a bit of pressure on you and you get nervous. even if he was on litres of morphine, he was still a LITTLE intimidating. he grabs your forearm gently and starts to bring you close.

"i meant in perhaps a different manner....."

you entertain him.

"i'll let your wife know that you desire to engage in intimate relations with me," you smirk bringing yourself closer to him. he leans back and looks at you in pure confusion and a hint of disgust.

"but i t-"

you ignore his protests and put your lips on his, murmuring "joke, my love" into his mouth as he kisses you back passionately. the morphine was doing its job and bi-han was entranced by the passion. you could get used to your husband being all submissive like this for you for a while now.

[yams-here]

So I like thinking about franchises that disappointed me in some way

and after watching too many reviews I redesigned the High guardian spice characters (and thought of how the plot could work way too much)

Rose in this version isn't a complete idiot, and may not be so book smart, but she is very good in combat because she's kind of a fangirl. Like, "she studies attacks and can probably name pretty much every guardian" fangirling. While she is still kind of a dumbass, she's the one that always brings Sage down to earth whenever she gets too stressed. Although she is mostly the source of that stress. Her mom was taken by the rot, but she isn't really sure what it is, so when Thyme mentions it devastating her home she's like "!" so they can actually have something that might bring them together. She decides to take on forging and weapon enchantments so she can have a moment where she steps out of her mom's shadow to do her own thing teehee Sage here is still kind of an ass (her sexist discourse to snap was NOT a Girlboss Moment) but here I think it would be interesting if it was something that other characters think its weird too. Like its a belief ingrained into her together with the more traditional upbringing by her family (thus her only knowing old magic) so it can be part of her character development learning how those thoughts should be changed and that not everyone thinks like that, But she still tries her best to be respectful and kind. (also, her parents sent her to the academy because new magic is VERY new, so the fact that it was being implemented in the curriculum was not widespread, specially in a small town like where she was raised in.) she's an overthinker to the core, so sometimes she needs her friends to calm her down, although sometimes that anxiety is what prepares them for something they weren't even expecting.

Parsley is honestly well written enough in the original show, so the only things I would change is that the progress with the conflict with her parents is stretched a little through episodes, and the conflict is that while her parents want her to be a blacksmith and take on the family business (and help take care of her three thousand simblings) she wishes to go out and do something for herself as a warrior, because she wanting to go to school to become a blacksmith and her parents fighting her on it because they want her to become a blacksmith is kinda dumb. also her short ass hammer feels so weird to watch in the series, so I think that a longer handle would make it a little better. also tiny irony of her weapon being taller than her. Thyme feels like she should be written better because shes the only one that actually has any correlation to the plot, but she kind of... isn't?? I like her backstory of being ran out of the woods she lived in because the rot was devastating it and her dad staying behind to try to solve it, but I think it would be more dramatic if her dad was killed in the conflict but she doesn't know so dramatic moment when she finds something that belonged to him (maybe a little charm she made? for protection? in the way children do that stuff for their parents) and she connects the dots. Also the rot here is because the overuse of the power new magic is able to draw out without the control of old magic is taking too much energy from the earth, and woodsy areas thrive on it, thus the root like structures of the rot. The trees are basically oysters for the magic energy of the world. When its bad, they turn bad too. Also make her more of a "expresses affection through favors and actions, not words" person. She, Rose and Sage took wayy too long to become friends. Amaryllis stays the same because she is perfect and I love her and if you disagree to talk to the wall I personally think Snapdragon is good too but I would make him genderfluid instead. I think that the idea of Caraway THINKING he might be a trans girl but that ending up not the correct answer would reinforce his "there's always more options than you think" speech. And someone needs to point out how he's drawn to women that scream at him. Also we need a better arc with his dad instead of the raw carrot that was the canonical "his dad reinforces toxic masculinity hurr durr" thing we got (that wasn't even well made btw) NOW TO THE SIDIES

Slime boy is now named Slime boy because of an accident he had in potions class the previous year (he's one year older than the main cast) which caused him to continuously produce a slime like substance instead of stuff like spit and sweat. It doesn't inconvenience him a lot other than him making bubbles when he speaks every now and then. He's just an assistant in the terrasphere shop, and the owners are Alloe and Anise (wow they actually do something else in the story!!) but he's mainly just a more experienced student that sometimes knows things the main cast doesn't like secret entrances and cool rooms and stuff. He's a full on bard because that was barely explored in canon and music based attacks are cool. He has the tiniest little crush on parnelle cuz I thought that would be fun Parnelle is ENBY because I SAID SO (and cuz cal is stablished as transphobic and I like payoffs) and since whatever they're doing at the academy is never really clarified, I made them kind of an animal whisperer, like they call on animals to assist them in battle and other stuff. (Maybe then we actually get to see the trixies again after their prolongued mating dance that lead to literally nothing in episode 1) being an animal whisperer is a very rare "old magic" hability thus why they entered the academy one year earlier than expected. They sew their own clothes and are still the generally weird little guy they are in canon, except this time its explained as them preferring to communicate with animals ever since they were a child. They are still very polite and friendly tho, always happy to help. Cal is (his full name is calamagrostis and like if I was named that I'd be an asshole too) still parnelle's cousin, but he doesn't outright bullies them. in fact, he isn't an outright bully, he just tends to look down on other people that don't follow what he believes in, which is a more traditional view on the world, kind of like sage, so I thought of him maybe being a catalyst to her being like "wow I can see why my way of thinking may be bad now, I don't want to be like him" which pushes her to grow and stuff. And I want him to grow as well, so I thought, maybe he and Snapdragon used to be friends, but recently they drifted apart and he started to kind of resent him after he came out as genderfluid, but deep down he still misses his friend, so maybe that pushes his character development. And other people saying that hes kind of a prick. idk I just really hate the trope of a bully character just being there to be the mc's punching bag instead of getting development.

In general, the lore would be (I think, I'm not the best at lore) that Guardians are generally like soldiers, but in a more captain america type of way. they're more like beacons of hope and symbols or power and peace than soldiers are, (thus rosemary knowing a bunch of them as they're usually famous) but they are still required to know combat. High Guardian Academy is known as a guarantee to become a good soldier, and a high chance to become a guardian. They VERY recently implemented new magic in the curriculum, but are experimenting with mixing its high power output with old magic's control of it, (thus why caraway knows how but why none of the students are being thaught it. It's a fairly new tecnique they'd rather get a good grasp on before teaching a bunch of children how to use it) because since they're expertly trained guardians they can tell that a terrasphere takes too much energy above what would be considered okay. They just aren't aware of how much tho, the extent of the rot is a secret held close to their chests by witch country, which is where the terraspheres come from, which has brought them tons of profit and advancements. So when someone knows about the extent, or tries to stop it, they are eliminated, (thus why thyme's dad died. People that stayed in the fairy woods and knew how bad new magic could be were all "silenced" so they could keep profiting out of it.) (Any letters or research about the rot, or from the people that knew, were burned and interfered with, thats why no one else knew about it.) idk what else to talk about cuz this show had such little things to explore but there's so much filler that almost none of it got explored but I think it had potential, even if I prefer to focus on character interactions and how they change eachother. Again, I'm not very good with lore. and plot.

[kawataslvr]

Could you do a second part of your last post, the one about Izana, Mikey and Reader?

Something like Reader is no longer interested in Izana and now Reader accepts Mikey and they are a boyfriend?

and Izana is surprised or something like that, or the famous phrase "you don't know what you have until you lose it"

Req’s finally back up..

Summary : Angst -> fluff

A/N : You guys will never let me give reader a horrible twisted ending, (im making an alternative to this) ,, sorry this took so long, writers block went so badly for me. I tried to write this from a perspective when i was in a situation like this, so the writing is switching between “i hate him” to “i love him and would do anything” because its something i went through even if we never dated 🥲

p.1 : Izana fic

You honestly didn’t know how you didn’t snap sooner, but it was when you stopped being in complete denial of it..

When even Izana’s friends were telling you to leave, the bruises on you becoming more apparent than ever before. Everything bruised, sometimes you didn’t come out of the house because of your body being so sore.

It got serious when people around you physically had to drag you out of bed. After a while a person can only take so much. Izana would look at you and get angry.. why were you still around him? He never asked you out. You two were never dating. He hated you.

Why was everything just hitting you? it was irritating you, how didn’t you realize everything sooner. How could you let your kindness be used so freely? You sighed while you say down on your bed, it didn’t matter if you just took a day to yourself today.

Izana wouldn’t notice if you were gone.

You needed time to yourself, to think. Your head was spinning around so hard it hurt, you needed to lay down and think. Have a talk with yourself.

You laid down and drifted off to sleep, nothing could’ve prepared you for the random rush of emotions that hit you today.

You woke up to your phone being blown up, panicking and unlocking it to see WAYY TOO many notifications from Izana.. you thought something happened. Something serious.

Only to open the messages to see nasty messages on you not showing up, how angry he was at you.

You sighed, you couldn’t let him just control you like this.. he wasn’t even dating you, there was no reason he should be freaking out so much.

And whatever that night possessed you to apologize to him and let him come over, was the devils job.

it was really a mistake, you knew it. You’re somewhat healed bruises coming back to night, but you still couldn’t resist Izana.

Even if you knew you never had a chance with him, you’ll forever have a special place in your heart where nobody could replace Izana.

You didn’t know why really, you didn’t know anything that happened that night.

Honestly, you needed someone to talk to. Someone who wouldn’t yell at you for being with Izana, someone who would actually comfort you.

Right..

you would be lying if he wasn’t your first option at any point given, but you had to admit. The guy was better.. than.. Izana..

He wouldn’t scream at you or hurt you, and he wasn’t going to lash out at you.

Manjiro Sano, better known as Invincible Mikey.

You weren’t oblivious to his feelings for you, so you felt horrible calling him at a late time, and to talk about Izana of all people. You felt like you were playing with Mikey’s feelings.

Yet he didn’t care, Mikey listened to your woes about Izana.. Comforting you the entire time, even if it hurt him and ripped him apart from the inside out with every word you said, the way you spoke about him so in-love while you were talking about him abusing you physically and verbally .

Mikey thinks thats the real reason why he felt like his skin was being turned inside out, you were so hurt yet so blinded by love. With someone who didn’t care about you. Someone who you weren’t even dating.

“Block his number, ghost him.. stop hanging out with this dude (name)..” his voice sounded so concerned, you couldn’t just do that.. but you really should..

Your mind turned into a conflicted mess again. Sighing and slumping down in your bed turning your head towards Mikey “i cant just do that.. he’d kill me..”

“I’ll be with you the whole day.. please (name)” you sighed running out of words to say.. you hesitated to nod your head. You hugged Mikey and laid down with him.

Nothing weird, nothing forced. You two just laid by each others side cuddling. It was nice, you slept wonderfully that night.

Not a single nightmare..

Some feeling you forgot to experience, or how to. It felt refreshing, for once. You could breath without feeling like there was a knife at your throat.

When you woke up Mikey was clinging onto you while he struggled a battle with sleep and the alarm clock. “ughh.. please lets just sleep in (nameee)..”

you laughed softly and snuggled closer into Mikey’s arm, when you suddenly got a notification.. you knew who it was from. Only one person texted you at this time, usually to ask you for something.

“give me a sec..” You reached over for your phone only to be pushed back down and gripped onto tightly by Mikey.

“Mikey!” you yelped out “we’re sleeping in.. c’mon.” Maybe that one day was how it all started, you slowly started distancing yourself from Izana from that day forward.

It was clearly taking a toll on the boy.

He didn’t know what he had until he lost it.

[megumi-fm]

this week on megumi.fm ▸ media analysis brainrot

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship ↳ setup Linux system on alternate drive (this took me wayy more time than i anticipated) ✅ ↳ install yet more dependencies ✅ ↳ read up on protein folding and families + CATH and SCOP classifications ✅ ↳ download protein structure repositories ✅ ↳ run protein modeller pipeline ✅ ↳ read papers [3/3] ✅ ↳ set up a literature review tracker ✅ ↳ code for a program to parse PDB files to obtain protein seq ✅ 🎓 Uni Final Project our manuscript got a conditional acceptance!! ↳ revise and update manuscript and images according to changes mentioned ✅ 🩺 Radiomics Projects ↳ feature extraction from radiomics data using variance-based analysis ✅ ↳ setup LASSO regression (errors? look into this) 📧 Application-related ↳ collect internship experience letter ✅ ↳ collect degree transcripts ✅ ↳ request for referee report from my prof ✅

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [6/7] (binge watched too much TV and forgot about bed time booo) 💧 good water intake [5/7] (need to start carrying a bottle to work) 👟 exercise [4/7] (I really need to find time between work to move around)

Fun Stuff this week

🧁 met up with my bestfriends! we collected the mugs we painted last year and gifted them to each other! we also surprised one of our besties by showing up at her place. had waffles too ^=^ 📘 met up with another close friend for dinner! hung out at a bookshop after <3 🎮back at game videos: watched this critique on a time loop game called 12 minutes //then i switched up and got super obsessed with this game called The Beginner's Guide. I watched a video analysis on it, then went on to watch the entire gameplay, then read an article on the game's concept and what it means to analyze art and yeah. wow. after which I finally started playing the game with my best friend!! 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Last Twilight 📺 binged: Taikan Yoho (aka My Personal Weatherman), Hometown Cha Cha Cha 📹 Horror Storytelling in the internet era

📻 This week's soundtrack

so. the Taikan Yoho brainrot was followed by me listening entirely to songs that evoked similar emotions to watching the main couple. personal fav emotions include a love that feels like you could die, a love that feels like losing yourself, a love that makes you feel like you could disappear, a love asking to be held, a love that reminds you that you're not alone, and a love that feels like a promise <3

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[Jan 15 to 21; week 3/52 || I am having a blast at work ♡ I feel like I'm really learning and checking out a lot of cool stuff. That being said, I think I'm slacking when it comes to my daily routines in regards to my health. and I'm spending wayy too much time chained to my desk. maybe I'll request for an option to work from home so that I can cut on time taken on commute and spend that time exercising or walking

also. my obsession with tv shows is getting a bit. out of hand I think. not that it's particularly an issue? but I think I should switch back to my unread pile of books (or resume magpod) instead of spending my evenings on ki**a*ian. this could be unhealthy for my eyes in the long run, considering my work also involves staring at a screen all day. let's see.]

[rawliverandcigarettes]

One year ago, day for day, Halfway Home, my Mass Effect fanfiction that took me seven years to complete from start to finish, began to be released on Archive of Our Own. I have dusted off a drawing of Shlee I had never managed to finish for the occasion, and finally completed it to celebrate!!

It's my little space frog and he's having Problems!!!

Truth be told, I wanted to do approximately eight billion things in regards to Halfway Home, and I have finished barely three in that very long list (one of them being: I made printing tests for the cover of the book and it looks way better than I feared!!! so when I do eventually move forward and make a physical copy, it will look good at least.)

To be quite honest, I think I needed a break from Mass Effect and this story in particular, and so I allowed myself to step away for a while. But! I have been (tentatively, and wayy less efficiently than I had hoped) making slow progress on the sequel, The Empire of Preys! It hasn't reached first draft stage yet, as it is an incredibly long and stupidly complex story --but we're getting there eventually. It may just take a little longer than I first anticipated.

Anyway: happy birthday Halfway Home!!!!! Happy birthday longest project of my life that taught me how to write and did so many good things for me in general in spite of being a story about wallowing in the Horrors!!!! Happy birthday!!! Happy N7 Day ten days too late!!! Woooo!!!!

[spoonsock]

Show me love pt.2

Part 1

Gwen Stacy x fem! Reader

No Spider-Woman AU!!

Lo and behold, here is a part two of this. I know it took wayy too long to write this but hey at least it’s here.

Warnings: underage drinking and nothing else I think? Idk this is not proofread and it will probably never be lol, but if y’all find something else pls lmk.

Also, not a warning, but like, just letting you know once again, some things make little to no sense and are pretty childish, but I didn’t write the script for the movie so I’m not responsible for that ok? Though I do love this movie so much and I love how they presented two confused, stupid teenagers LOL.

Oh and yeah there will be a pt. 3 and I’m pretty sure that’ll be the last part.

“FUCK! Fucking hell!! Why did I do that?!”

You scream in anger, speed walking while your sister runs after you, trying to comfort you. “It was just a joke”, she attempts to calm you. “No”, you stop, “I-I’m going back, I have to say sorry!”, you turn around in the direction of Gwen’s house before Jessica grabs the sleeve of your jacket to stop you.

“Fuck that, we’re going to have fun! Woo Hoo!!”, she says as she pulls you to the party.

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“And then they kissed!”, your sister narrated. Gasps erupted around you and your friends gave you shocked looks. The music was blaring in your ears, but you ignored it, continuing to drink alcohol from a big glass bottle. “No way! Is it true?”, “You kissed her for 10$? Was it worth it?”, you continued ignoring the question and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“So how was it?”, one of the girls seriously asked. “Wicked”, you answered, voice laced with sarcasm, rolling your eyes. “No, seriously! Was it bad?”, “It was fucking awful of course”, you scoffed and decided to get away from the rest of the girls, sitting on the couch, still sipping on the liquor. It tasted terrible but you hoped you’ll drink just enough to numb everything. You were completely zoned out, replaying the kiss in your head. If it was so bad as you told the others, why couldn’t you get it out of your head.

The feeling of Gwen’s soft lips on yours, your hands grasping the back of her neck tightly. The adorable, confused look she had on her face when you pulled back. You frown at the thoughts and take a huge sip from the bottle.

Suddenly, Jonah appeared out of nowhere and you scoffed again. He bumped into you sitting on the couch and fell on his knees to the floor. Before you or him could say anything, a sickening feeling rushed from your stomach to your throat and you ran to the bathroom, Jonah following close behind. You threw up and his attempts of helping or trying to do anything were useless and you only got more annoyed by his presence.

You flushed the water on the toilet on which you were leaning and got up. Jonah gave you a cup of water and you thanked him. The fresh, cold water in your system definitely eased the sickness you felt.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful..”, you heard him mumble and you plainly looked up at him. The lack of response from you made him continue. “You’re the most beautiful of all-“

”You’re drunk”, you interrupted him. He wasn’t a bad guy, and the compliment he gave you did make you feel bad because you knew you’ll have to reject him if he tries anything. You didn’t know why, but you just didn’t feel right around him.

“I like you-“

”You’re drunk”, you stopped him once more. “It’s true I like you! I-“, you didn’t want to hear it, you just wanted to get out. Unfortunately, he didn’t let you, not until you hear him out. But you weren’t in the mood to play around. “Get out of the way!”, you yelled and grabbed the toilet bowl cleaner, pushing it into his face. He raised his hands in defense and you took that moment to slip behind him and open the door of the bathroom, while throwing the toilet bowl brush into his face.

You rummaged through the pile of clothes, trying to find your jacket, but tonight was definitely not your night. Unsuccessful, you got out of the apartment in which the party was held, hugging yourself in attempts to warm your body.

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Knocking could be heard on the door from the outside of Gwen’s room. She quickly wiped away her tears and your lipstick smudged all over her face, before grabbing a random book.

“Gwen? Can I come in?”, her dad opened the door, holding a cup. “I’ve made you some tea…”. Silence. Gwen sat on her bed, a book in her hands, not sparing her dad a glance.

“..How are you?”, he continued. “I’m reading”, her voice was hoarse, but quiet. “You’re not upset?”. ”No”

“What are you reading?”. She showed him the cover of the book and he started quoting some lines from it, attempting to cheer her up. “Dad, please….”. He looked down at her stoic face. It was clear that she was upset, but he did not want to press. He put the cup on her table and wished her a good night, exiting the room. Gwen sighed.

Suddenly, she hear a loud noise. Startled, she looked around her room, when another loud thump was heard. She got up, trying to find the source of the sound. The window.

She carefully opened it and looked down, her eyes widening.

“Hi”, there you were, a couple of rocks in your hand. Honestly, you hoped expected of Gwen to not open the window. The state you were in was embarrassing. You were embarrassed. But then you saw her. Nose and cheeks flushed, eyes red and teary. “She was crying…”, you thought.

You didn’t get a “hey” back from her so you took a deep breath and began. “I-I shouldn’t have done that…it was silly of me. I’m sorry..”, you looked up at her, waiting for any kind of response. When you didn’t receive it, you continued.

“So um..have you gone to bed?”, giving her an awkward smile, you rocked back and forth on your feet. Still no answer. That kinda frustrated you and you let out a huff.

“Could I use your toilet? I’m gonna pee myself”, you smiled up at her again, but the lack of patience could be heard in your voice. She looked around hesitantly, before slightly smiling back. “Alright..”. “Thanks”, you grinned.

After you finished in the bathroom, you were back in her room, leaning against her wall. She went to turn off the gloomy music that played on her radio and you pouted at that.

“Hey, don’t turn it off. It was really nice”

“I’m so tired of it”, Gwen said, looking around everywhere except at you. “Can’t you put on something else?”, you looked at her expectantly. Before she could answer, you caught something in your peripheral and your eyes widened as you grabbed the perfume bottle from her work table.

“Ooh this is really cool, can I use some? Thanks!”, you didn’t give her time to answer once again before spraying the perfume on your wrist and neck. “..What do you want to listen to?”, she asked.

“I dunno…Is it true that you are a lesbian? Because if you are, I understand..guys are gross!..I’m also going to be one I think!”, you said in a serious but childish manner. Gwen didn’t answer. You furrowed your brows at her. “But um….maybe I should go home..”, you looked down. She bit her lip and you tried to ignore that. She didn’t say anything and you two stood in silence for a few moments.

“Fuck it, let’s go to the party. I have to anyway, ‘cause my jacket’s there”, you said suddenly. “We’ll go and hit someone!”, you continued seriously.

“No, I’m not invited”, she finally said and your brows furrowed once again. “So? We’ll burn the house down!”, you said seriously and she softly smiled.

“Come onnn….Please?”, you pouted, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. “…You really want to?”, she asked. “Yeah”. “….Okay”

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“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I don’t know”

The two of you walked to the party and you seemingly couldn’t shut up. There was no awkward silence falling upon you because you had something to say or ask every two seconds.

“I’m going to be a model..or a psychologist”, you said. “I’ve also thought of that”, Gwen said honestly, making your eyes widen. “Oh really? You’re gonna be a psychologist?”, you turn to look at her.

“Dunno, it seem exciting digging into peoples minds and stuff…..but really, you’ll probably find it silly though, I’d most like to be a writer, y’know?”

You shake your head at her, shrugging. “You can be that too. You could write books about those…”, you shake your hands around, trying to explain what you mean, “those, likeee, all that psychic stuff and mass murderers”, you finish. “But I’d rather be a model. You think I can be?”, you look at her childishly, but hopefully.

“Yeah..But I think it’s more fun being a psychologist..”, Gwen admits. “Am I pretty enough?”, you pout. “Yes, you are”, she says silently, looking at you.

“….I don’t think I want to go to that party..”, she says honestly, as you two stop when walking over a bridge, to lean on the edge of it.

“Why are you so weird?”, you ask her and she chuckles while you push the top half of your torso over the edge off the bridge, looking down. “I don’t mean anything bad but…you are weird”, you finish.

“You are also weird”, she looks at you with a teasing smile. “Am I?”, you laugh and look back at her. “Yeah”, she looks up at the sky and you look back down to whatever’s under the bridge.

“I want to be weird. Well, not weird, but..I don’t want to be like everyone else..Though, sometimes I am just the same”, you admit. “..But..you’re not..”, Gwen looks at you, admiring your profile. Her eyes trace the line of your nose down to your lips and your chin.

“You know what my nightmare is? That I’ll stay in Chelsea. That I’ll never move from here.”, you say truthfully. “I’ll get kids, a car, a house..all of that! Then my husband leaves with some younger- And I’m stuck with kids that just scream and pee! ….It’s so fucking meaningless!”, you rant to her, frustrated. She says nothing and the comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“Can I ask you something?”, you ask again.

“What?”, she looks at you and you hesitate before continuing.

“…Have you been with lots of girls?”. “Why are you asking that?”, she avoids your eyes while you look at her expectantly. “I-I was just wondering”, you defend yourself.

“No, I haven’t been with lots of girls, if you must know”, she says, annoyed and you feel guilty.

“When you kissed me-“

”Oh I could die, I’m sorry!!”, you interrupt her, cringing at her words and throwing your head back. You almost forgot about that.

“It was the first time..”, she admits quietly.

“Was it?”

“First and last time”, her voice is still filled with annoyance and perhaps anger? “But that’s completely wrong!”, you argue.

“It’s just ‘cause you live in fucking Chelsea! It’s so unfair, if you lived in Brooklyn for example, then you’d have loads of girls!”. That made her smile and you’re happy to see it. “You really think so?” “Yes!”

Gwen continues smiling at your words when suddenly you cross to the other side of the bridge. “Where are you going?”, she asks confused. “Come!”, you call to her. “We’re going to Brooklyn!”, you exclaim and hold out a hand, a thumb up actually, attempting to stop a car that passed you.

“You’re not sane!”, Gwen laughs and you frown at her words, but not loosing the confident spark in your eyes. “Of course I am, ‘course I’m sane!”, you differ. “Okay, but..you’re on the wrong side”, she smirks at you and blood runs to your cheeks, while you try to hide the embarrassment. “What?”

“Brooklyn is..”, she takes your hand and points it in the other direction, ”..that way”. “Oh..I see..”, you cross the street once more and call her over once again. “C’moon!!”

“You can’t be serious..”, she mutters and you turn to her. “Okay, we say ten cars from now. If any stop, we’re going to Brooklyn. Otherwise, forget it”, you tell her seriously and she crosses her arms.

“Five cars”

“Ten”

“Five”

“Ten”

“Five”

“…..Fine, five cars. If any of them stop, it’s like God’s telling us”

Just as you say that, a car passes by and you try to stop him, but you don’t succeed. “Ugh, idiot!!”, you yell after the car and spit in the distance, while Gwen chuckles at your silly behavior.

Another car passes by and you accidentally get a bit to close to it, earning a gasp from the blonde behind you. She grabs you by the arm. “Watch out”, her tone is panicky, but you don’t pay attention to it, too frustrated at the cars. “Ugh, when I get a car, I’ll always stop for hitchhikers”

Suddenly, a car passes by and comes to a stop a few feet away from you two. “Shitshitshit”, you mutter to yourself, feeling nervous.

“..We’ll do it. Let’s do it”, Gwen tells you, feeling the adrenaline flow through her body. “Should we?”, you ask, just for confirmation and she nods, before taking your hand and running towards the car.

“Hi, we’re going to Brooklyn. We live there”, she lies to the driver. “We’ve been visiting our aunt and got money for the train but we bought records with the money and can’t get home”, she bats her eyelashes and smiles at him while he glances at you standing awkwardly next to her.

“You can come with me to Jersey city”, the driver says and you both thank him before getting into the back of the car. The man tries to turn on the car but the engine stops. “Oh no..it does this sometimes, I’ll just..”, he says as he gets out of the car.

You and Gwen sit still, trowing small glances at each other and smiling softly. The music plays in the car. You turn to her, whisper shouting. “What the hell are we doing?! We are fucking crazy?!”, you laugh slightly. “I know..”, she says. “..But we’re so fucking cool”, you grin at her.

The lights in the car are off and it’s dark, but the greenish lights from the lamppost from the outside make Gwen’s eyes shine so beautifully, you can’t help but stare at her. It hits you out of nowhere how pretty she is.

Your eyes drop down to her plump, pink lips. You suddenly get closer to her, your noses touching, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You can almost hear her heartbeat thumping fast and loud. Her cheeks flush and you press your lips onto hers.

You swear, in that moment, it was just you and her and nothing else in the world mattered.

You could hear “I wanna know what love is” play in the background when you deepen the kiss, grabbing her chin by both of your hands to pull her closer. One of her arms grabs your shoulder and the other one finds your waist. Your teeth and tongues touch while you passionately kiss and, as messy it all is, your movement are frantic and confused, it feels perfect.

The front door of the car is opened loudly and both of you jump away from each other, eyes widened. “What on the earth are you doing?!”, the driver screeches as he shoos you out of his car.

You stand on the side of the road quietly.

“It’s freezing..I should go home”, you say, not rising your head. There is an unnecessarily big distance between you and Gwen. “Mom’s coming home and…”, you don’t finish the sentence and sigh.

“B-but..I can call you tomorrow..”

Gwen looks at you, surprised by your answer. “Do you want to?” You nod. “You sure?”, she asks. “Yeah..”, you avoid her stare.

She comes closer to you before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You lean in closer to her but as soon as the feeling came, it was gone, and you’re left aching for more. She crosses the road and you watch her walk away..

[wuanshii]

NSFW Headcanons!

How freaky are they in bed?

Pairing: Akashi brothers and Wakasa x f!reader

Rated 18+ , proceed with caution

AKASHI TAKEOMI;

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He's a dom. Only wants you under him, so that he can plant kisses all over your face during sex.

But! He only prefers being a sub when the cigarette's on his lips.

Yes, he does smoke while fucking once in a while. Says it's an 'Energy refill'.

"Ride me while you can, once I drop this cigarette, you better be prepared to scratch my back."

He likes the marks of your nails all over his back. Makes him proud.

Is a missionary-man. Doggy-style isn't his preferance since he wanna SEE your messy face anyhow.

He wanna see the slutted out expression on your face. Until your eyes won't roll above, he'll keep going deeper and deeper.

Loves to praise you. *Praise Kink*

"You're so good in this baby," "I'm glad you're my woman," "I’m so proud of you,"

Is not rough tbh. He might seem like a 'strict' guy but he's chill in bed. As long as you're wet and pleased.

Lasts till 2nd round. But unless you wanna go till 4th, he's ready.

He loves the idea of creampie. In the face.

Rubbing his tip in your face and cumming all over is a different kind of pleasure for him.

And the groans he lets out after his climax. Oh, heaven blessed your ears.

Good at aftercares too. Will clean you up, tuck you inside the sheets and either cutely cuddles from behind, or snores if he's very tired.

AKASHI HARUCHIYO ( Sanzu ) ;

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"Ayo Mommy" has a mommy kink. Mommy issues too but he sticks with the kink.

Is rough. The speed he hits you with is unbelieveable to the point where you go astral project in the middle of sex.

Loves Cowgirl position. Says it's 'easy' to make you cum faster that way since your thighs painfully struggles when it's spread that wide.

Does not praise. He isn't Takeomi. Will degrade you as if you're a whore. No lies, you are. His whore.

"You pitiful whore." "I love how well you took that spanking for me, bitch." "Look at me while me fuck, clueless slut." "

Loves making out in the middle of the sex. He believes entanglement of one anothers' tongues is the crucial pleasure point.

Fucking LOVES the head you give. Blowjob is a must for him. After sex obviously.

"Whenever I feel your tongue around my dick, girl I start levitating."

Yes he does. Always. He bobs his head up to face the ceiling, and puts his hand over his mouth to stop his moans.

The amount of time your mouth has made him moan is uncountable. Not all men moans.

"My turn" and it repeats again, but with you. He loves teasing your cunt with his tongue.

And whenever you moan a little loud, which only happens when he bites your clit a little, the man below smiles like a madman.

"Clean me." instead of him, it's you who gives the aftercare to him. Clean his dick, rub the sweats off his chest and forehead, tuck him to bed.

"Once we get married, no aftercares for your lazy ass." your daily phrase. But you receive a sweet smile and warm cuddles anyway.

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IMAUSHI WAKASA;

"Now, if you dare break the eye-contact, no heads for you."

Dom. Dom asf! Totally hates being submissive. Says it's embarrassing for 'men' in general.

And all that just to test your patience. The way he slides inside of you is such a bliss that trying not to roll or shut your eyes is the most hardest task ever in your life.

"Oh uh, the eyes, they're rolling princess," says that when his fucking dick's in contact with your G-spot.

Ah, he loves hearing you beg. Beg for mercy, for pleasure, for sweet kisses.

Calls you 'Princess' in bed. My princess.

Missionary all the wayy. Because most of the time, you both end up fucking after an argument.

And he says he wanna argue while fucking.

"Used all that money for what!?" another thrust, "For shopping obviously!" another thrust, "Couldn't have---asked me first? Didn't had to borrow fro--m that guy!" another thrust, "So-rry!"

Public sex preferer. Shinichiro's influence ofc.

Takes picture of his cumshot in your belly. And uses it to masturbathe in your absence.

Hates condom. Cause he got a breeding kink. So you go on pills for most of the time. He'll be a great father tho.

Shower sex > Bed sex. In his opinion.

Sucks at aftercares. Either falls above you and sleep with his face on the crook of your neck, or lays on your side and sleeps.

Part 1: Haitani Brothers

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To be Continued..

Part 2: Sano brothers and Izana

Part 4: Inupi and Koko ( soon !! )

[mrcatzz]

Wow this took me wayy too long, and my fingers hurt TwT. Probably gonna make a shiny one soon tho

[alucztive]

Ummm idk if I’m doing this right it’s the first time I’m sending a request and I have no ideas what I’m doing >_< but can I request Nagi seishiro x reader pls where Nagi starts to notices that the reader hasn’t come to school for a couple days and heard that their one and only family member has passed away. And he went on search for them and give them comfort and a hug. (Idk if I can mention more characters 😅 but if possible can it also be Isgai,Rin and Chigirl)

dw, u did everything right! thank u for the first request!! hope u enjoyed this, sorry it took so long my exams finally ended. I AM FREE (until next month)

i also made the other versions of the others but they’re WAYY shorter then this one so lmk if u want me to publish them aswell

Warning: probably OOC, nagi is a lil too soft

No pronouns : Gender neutral.

Nagi had been growing increasingly worried about you. You were always at school, always on time, always attentive in class. But for the last couple of days, you hadn't shown up. Nagi knew that you lived alone since your parents passed away, so he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to you.

He decided to ask Reo, your classmate and friend, if he knew anything. Reo told Nagi that your only remaining family member had passed away, and you were understandably taking some time off from school to grieve.

Nagi couldn't stop thinking about you. He knew how it felt to lose someone close to him, and he knew how lonely it could be when you didn't have anyone to turn to. He decided to go on a search for you, hoping to offer some comfort.

Nagi asked around at the local hospital and funeral home and eventually found out where you were staying. He knocked on the door, and you answered. You looked tired, sad, and vulnerable. Nagi's heart ached for you. "Hey," Nagi said softly. "I heard what happened. I'm so sorry."

You nodded, tears filling your eyes. "Thank you," you whispered. Nagi stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He looked around the small apartment, noticing how empty it felt. He knew how you must be feeling right now.

"Can I...can I give you a hug?" — Nagi asked tentatively. You nodded, and Nagi wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was warm and comforting, and you felt yourself relax into it. You clung to him, tears flowing freely now.

Nagi held you for a long time, letting you cry on his shoulder. He knew that nothing he could say would make the pain go away, but he hoped that his presence was enough to offer some comfort. Eventually, you pulled away from him, wiping your eyes. "Thank you, Nagi," you said softly.

"Of course," Nagi replied. "Is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need?" — You shook your head. "No, I don't think so. I just...I don't know. It's hard, you know?"

Nagi nodded. "I know. But you're not alone. I'm here for you, and so are your other friends. We'll help you get through this." — You smiled weakly, grateful for Nagi's kindness. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

Nagi stayed with you for a while longer, talking about anything and everything. He wanted to take your mind off of your grief, even if just for a little while. By the time he left, you felt a little bit better, a little bit less alone.

As Nagi walked away from your apartment, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be there for you. He knew that you were strong, and that you would eventually find a way to move forward. But for now, he was happy to offer you a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, and a warm embrace.

© @alucztive 2023, do not steal, repost, translate (w/out perms) .

[takecareluv]

i’m projecting SO hard rn but i have a rq for you babe!! imagine ur hairdresser cutting ur hair WAYY too short for what u asked for and ur miserable and vinnie is there to be like! it’s okay! u look great☺️ LMFOAOA ty🫶🫶

a.n hi, my love! oh no, we’ve all been there... i’m assuming this is coming from personal experience so i just wanna say i’m sure you look absolutely beautiful babe, don’t doubt it for a second 🫶🏼 also i’m supposed to get a hair cut on thursday and this made me a little nervous ngl haha. anyway, hope you like this & makes you feel better! sending lots of love <33

bad haircut || vinnie hacker x reader

you made a beeline for your car, trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible.

as soon as you were sat in the driver’s seat, you slammed the door shut and allowed all the tears you had been holding in for the last ten minutes come out.

what a mistake, you thought out loud.

earlier in the week, you were scrolling through instagram when you came across a local hair salon that had slowly becoming popular in your area. you stalked their entire page and were rather impressed with all of the photos they had posted of their client’s hair. not a bad photo in sight. you’d recently been in desperate need of a hair cut and figured why not go to them.

well, you thought wrong.

you knew you should’ve gotten out of there the second you walked in the place and they told you one of their newer hirees would be doing your hair.

now here you were crying the whole car ride home with the worst hair cut of your life. you didn’t even bother putting music on, that’s how upset you were.

in the back of your mind you knew you were probably being dramatic, but as of right now it felt like the end of the world.

once you reached the driveway of your home and came to a complete stop, you grabbed a sweatshirt from the backseat, slipping it on and pulling the hood over your head so no one could see the horrible hair cut.

before you got out, you took a quick glance in the mirror to check that no strands of hair were peaking out of the hood. you also made sure to wipe away any dried tears that had fallen to your cheeks so no one could tell you’d been crying.

but just with your luck, that was the first your boyfriend noticed.

“baby, what happened? are you okay?” he rushed over to you as soon as you entered your shared bedroom.

“yeah, i-i’m fine” you mumbled, trying to hold yourself together, although all you wanted to do was cry and rant about the stupid haircut that probably wouldn’t grow back for who knows how long.

but instead, you kept quiet in attempt to switch the subject.

however, vinnie would not budge, he needed to make sure you were okay. any other occasions you would’ve thought it was sweet, but right now you only wished he would let it go. “are you sure? it looks like you’ve been crying, love. you know you can tell me anything.”

as you thought about it more, you came to the realization that you wouldn’t be able to hide it forever. it would be hard wearing hoods for the next three or so months. meaning, much to your dismay, vinnie would eventually have to see your hair. why not rip that bandaid off now.

“so you know how i had that hair appointment today?” you waited for him to nod before you continued. “well she kind of messed it up… bad.” you sighed as you pulled the hood off your head, finally allowing him to see what had you so upset.

you grew more nervous at vinnie’s lack of response. oh my god, he must think i’m so ugly. he’s probably going to break up with me. i should’ve never gotten this hair cut. so many thoughts were racing through your mind as a single tear fell from your eye.

vinnie pulled you into his warm embrace. “oh baby, no don’t cry. you look beautiful. there’s nothing wrong with your hair. you look just as gorgeous as you did before, okay? you’re still the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, you hear me?”

“really? you mean that?” you looked up at him with a pout.

“yes really, sweetheart. i would never lie to you. you are stunning. my pretty girl, always will be.”

you nuzzled your head further into his chest, now tearing up due to his sweet words. “i was so scared you would think i looked ugly and break up with.” you giggled slightly, realizing how absurd you actually sounded.

“what? baby, are you crazy? i could never break up with you. especially over a hair cut. i would be a complete dick if i did that.”

“now c’mon,” he continued, “let’s go cuddle and we can watch whatever movie you want and soon enough you’ll forget all about your hair cut. mkay, baby? how’s that sound?” he questioned, kissing to the top of your head.

“can we order milkshakes too?” you asked shyly.

“of course, sweet girl. anything you want.”

[oddsconvert]

was there something you wrote with Felix and Josh that made you cry, if so…share your sorrows

ASDFGHJKL OMG THERE WAS!

It was a scene that takes place wayy down the line in Play Pretend, it may not make all that much sense without a lot of context!

But it was a piece where Felix was forcing Josh's best friend, Alec (who is genuinely in love with Josh) to shoot him - and then Felix was going to shoot Alec afterwards. No-one dies, the bullet is a blank, it's a mock execution. But you can imagine the absolute anguish and fear that put them both in. And they were both so so terrified and saying their goodbyes and confessing feelings 😭🥺 And then Felix swoops in like the knight in shining armour after to comfort Josh when he's inconsolable 🙄

Spoilers below kinda, but here's a little snippet of it:

“C-Can…Can you close y-your eyes, Josh? Please… I - I need you to close your eyes. For me. One last time.”

It’s not like Josh will remember it, but Alec refuses to let this be the last thing Josh sees. His final memory of him. Alec can’t do it whilst he’s looking. He’s completely paralysed, his finger completely stiff over the trigger - even when the rest of him is violently shaking. Josh obliges, and his eyes slip shut like he’s simply just falling asleep.

“I-I’m…I’m so scared. I fought s-so hard to not…to not end up here. I don’t want to go-” Josh croaks, his voice breaking into a high-pitched wail at the end. A warmth spreads between Josh’s legs, and a wet puddle forms underneath him, he squeezes his legs together to hide it. It’s too late - Alec sees. His heart crushes to ash all over again. Josh is absolutely petrified and there’s not a thing Alec can do to help or soothe him.

“I…I know. I am so sorry, Josh. You’ve been so brave. So strong. It’s not long now, hold on just a little longer…and then you don’t have to be brave anymore. This nightmare will all come to an end. I swear.”

“And you’ll be there? You’ll… You’ll come join me? I won’t be alone?”

“Not anymore. Never again. I’ll be there soon. Promise.”

Alec has never broken a promise. Josh scrunches his face up in anticipation, his eyes screwed shut and his hands balled into fists. He’s rocking back and forth with how much he’s hyperventilating. It needs to be done. And he trusts Alec more than anyone in the whole world. He loves Alec, and Alec loves him - he knows now even if it took this much pain to realise. This ends with everything he’d ever wanted in the first place. Someone he could love and depend on.

He’s not saying goodbye. They’re not leaving each other. Soon, they’ll be together again. It’s more of a… see you later.

“Goodnight, Alec.”

[kravisaweeb]

okay ive just been thinking about bkdk wayy too much recently (when am i not, though, honestly?) and i just Have to dump my thoughts somewhere. these are my own personal opinions and if you don't agree 100% (or at all) that's perfectly fine!

it's kinda Long and Rambly so beware lmao

so ive been reading more bkdk meta (of course) and like, i have so many conflicting feelings cause. y'all, no amount of evidence and logic and reasoning and thematic and narrative parallels and development and arc conclusions and build-up and Everything will make a weekly shonen jump main title gay. that's My opinion as a terribly bitter cynic, and it is in no way meant to rain on other people's parades (if you think they will be canon, you are more optimistic than i and are making the world a sweeter place). I've just been burnt too many times, i don't really expect anything from mainstream media At All—only indie content gets my unfiltered hype and hopes—and whenever things do shake up differently from what i thought, it's a nice surprise! cause the alternative is, This Mountain of Evidence and Development... and then oops get hit with the straightification beam on the last second.

"but it would be so unsatisfying! and completely out of nowhere! and just plain out of character! and ignore so much development! and it wouldn't make any sense at all with what has been established in the story!" Yeah. i know! im as angry and annoyed and disappointed about it as anyone. and yet, so many fucking times, that's how it goes. it would be terrible, and weird, and completely against everything that's been set up, and yet it would happen anyway. this is true even for things that are not shipping-related—ask game of thrones how it ended. cause executives are Executives everywhere, including the "west", which is """"supposedly"""" more liberal (lol, lmao). people with money that make all the decisions force creatives to comply, or fight with tooth and nail and blood and sweat and tears into allowing them to make the story they DO want to make. so it's really hard for me to see it in any other light, when i have seen it happen so many times before.

and yet.

And Yet. i cant help but think, but wonder—what is it all for then, anyway??

i can honestly say, taking off my shipping goggles for a moment, bkdks platonic relationship has ended. it really ended two years ago, culminating when bkg took a bullet for him, and then was cemented when he apologised, you know, to trample down any doubts. there we go, narrative concluded! from rival to best friend. all loose threads tied in terms of their relationship. if that's how it had ended, how it had stagnated, remained in stasis, with this New Dynamic the new canon going into the final battle then show over. yeah. typical shonen bestie stuff. it would have ended and i would have gone "oh they were in LOVE fr" forever, but knowing that people who were like "this is what besties are like! this is what siblings are like!" also had as much of a claim to their interpretation as mine (even if i didn't personally agree w it lmao)

BUT IT DIDN'T STOP THERE and i have to ask why???? WHY is it more central i Don't Get It. i dont understand? i really dont get it cause.... why? bkg is important to deku, yes. other people are also important to deku (all might, his mom, his other friends, civilians, any lost pet he has to kill himself over cause he is a Good Caring Shonen Protag). that has been established for forever. so i don't rly understand the necessity to further highlight that One part of his personality (caring about kacchan) to motivate him into fighting the Big Bad Villain, when 1. he would've fought the villain anyway cause that's what heroes do, and 2. it could have been a generic "you hurt my friends!!" and like lump in more people there, like in the first war arc where several people got hurt (aizawa, gran torino, etc).

but No! you hurt that guy. that guy, that while he was dying, the villain, textually, explicitly says, "i am hurting you because it will make deku angry and sad, since you are his most important person" (that's almost a fucking quote im basically QUOTING here). and it's like, what? lmao wait. what?? why???

what is it building up towards?? i dont get it. it's not going to build up to the apology/their relationship being mended (what we thought would be the climax of the whole thing), cause that already happened. there's no "oh my god if kacchan dies he'll never get to say sorry!" stakes, or "oh my god if deku fails he'll never be able to be friends with kacchan again!" stakes, cause like, that already did happen though. i mean i know obviously in real life, you do things for people just for their sake, not because of what it will mean for your narrative arc. but this is a made up story and thus needs storytelling reasons for shit to happen. so what is the reason for deku needing to be pushed, needing to be backed into a corner, over kacchan dying? why did bakugo have to die (had to get FRIDGED, it's a trope and everything), if not so that his death would fuel dekus rage (which we were told explicitly was the reason why)? why, out of everyone on the battlefield, out of everyone in the CAST, did it have to be bakugo, the one to make deku Lose It?

i mean we know why, but still. what? is it really, textually, canonically That?

i just don't get it. and secretly, deep deep inside, i really hope we get to find out soon