#to be clear this is the highest compliment

[great-and-small]

I need people to see my goober and how pretty she is

She looks like she belongs on the cover of some random YA fantasy novel about dragons that you rent from the school library in 5th grade and become completely obsessed with for weeks then forget about entirely until you’re 28 and you suddenly remember the entire thing out of nowhere and realize it actually played a huge role in shaping who you are as a person.

[essektheylyss]

I don't tend to feel like I've got a particularly distinctive vibe irl and then I go to a traveling theater event today and apparently I do have a vibe and that vibe is "person that a carnie would assume might be interested in running off to join the circus".

[kazz-brekker]

just finished reading an arc of long live evil by sarah rees brennan and i simultaneously feel like i am full of helium and also like i am about to have a heart attack

[yams-here]

I am now fully caught up with Undead Unluck and wow!! Who wants to kill themselves with me

[skullypettibone]

me when someone likes how I write Illario: yay!!! yippee!! thank you <3

me when someone likes how I write Bellara: your ao3 handle is now my emergency contact. we shall have an autumn wedding

[bumblingbabooshka]

Fake Voyager Episode: Tuvok gets kidnapped and forced to compete in an arena where telepaths fight one another to the death for a shot at fortune and prestige. He was initially kidnapped as 'fodder' - the aliens who run the arena will grab any telepathic alien they can find regardless of skill and they're essentially just there to be killed by flashier veterans of the bloodsport. The episode is mainly Tuvok showing off his tactical know-how and combat skills. We also get several flashbacks to him as a young man, learning how to fight both on Vulcan and in Starfleet. There's a concern that he will lose himself when forced into this seemingly endless battle, surrounded by violence, but in the end he prevails and manages to escape without killing a single person. He leaves the arena after giving a message of peace. Patreon | Ko-fi

Unnamed Goon: [Laughter] That puny 'Vuulcan' didn't land a single hit for all his bluster. Once I sealed his telepathic powers it was over! Huh huh huh… If I keep up this pace I should have him crushed beneath my fists in- What...? I can't move...? Tuvok: By now you have surely noticed it.

You are certainly a formidable opponent. Most would assume you to be a simple bruiser but that is not the case. You are a knowledgeable telepath - able to not only bolster your own physique but nullify the telepathic capabilities of your enemies.

However. You rely too much on one tactic and are too proud to allow yourself to look 'weak.' This was the ultimate cause of your ruination. While you gleefully battered my body about the field I was able to locate twenty two out of twenty four 'kobat sfek' on your body - points which will render you immobile for approximately…four minutes. More than enough time. It was a shrewd precaution to nullify my telepathic ability. However. I do not need them to best you in combat.

Even now, I am ten times stronger than you. Unnamed Goon: T-Ten...TEN TIMES!? [Imagining the sort of gruesome end that might await him, the unnamed Goon faints - leaving Tuvok the victor.]

[blur0se]

Extremely funny to me how often I see people calling Jinshi hot and I just come in like.

I need to smash that man with a cartoon looney toons hammer

[unfriendlyamazon]

i keep threatening to use kisara despite still not having seen the final arc and I think my portrayal of her might conflict with how others see her but one day i'll have to make good on that promise

[bartholomewrose]

watching the santa clause with my mom and realized the north pole in this movie is just. what if christmas elves were spy kids

[ineffectualdemon]

Also I'm not sure the rest of Cang Qiong actually thinks Luo Binghe is the most obsessed one

Like to half the peaks they completely understand his obsession and devotion. Like Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge are like "Understand the motivation but hate the methodology"

It's Shen Qingqiu who Cang Qiong thinks is weird and unhealthily obsessed with Binghe

Their view of events as evidence:

He mourned his favourite disciple to a point other found excessive

He refused to return his sword to the sword wall and instead made a sword mound behind his house where he would mourn at

He stopped eating

He stayed away from the peaks as much as possible

He was a shadow of his formal self

He called out for him or spoke as if he was still there before remembering and being depressed again

when his precious disciple came back he was seemingly complicit in ruining SQQ's reputation as well as imprisoning him and WORSE: didn't return to his side immediately

Shen Qingqiu then sacrificed himself for his precious disciple

Who is a half demon apparently!? So he was LYING to Shen Qingqiu as well!

And then the brat won't return the body??! Disgraceful! Supposedly dishonouring it too!

And then Shen Qingqiu returns back to life and every single time choses Luo Binghe over the sect over his own life even!

Luo Binghe makes the speech about how Shen Qingqiu will never choose him and everyone else is speechless because What! Is! The! Brat! Talking about!?!

And then immediately after recovering from whatever the fuck happened at that cluster fuck of a confrontation Shen Qingqiu immediately disappears to play house with his precious disciple! Because of course he did!

Like I don't think anyone thinks he groomed Binghe. Like it was clear he loved White Lotus Binghe but not like that but he was still undeniably Overly Attached

And Qing Jing Peak is like "you have no idea"

"Almost as good as Binghe" is the highest compliment their Shizun can give them and they all hate it

Shen Qingqiu is so much more weird about Binghe then the reverse and Binghe is deeply weird

[agirlwithglam]

🌟 become your dream girl before 2025! 🌟

THIS WILL *ACTUALLY* CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

do you know how many people are waiting until next year to glow up and actually start to become their dream self? now just think, if you started now, before 2025, how far you would be. how much more skills and knowledge you would have. you're literally getting a head start. so what are you doing dilly-dallying until 2025? heres your guide to ending this year accomplishing everything you need to and starting 2025 with everything you need.

in this post i will include mindset shifts, how to become a better person, actionable advice, actually becoming a new person <3

👑know what you want.

who do you want to become at the end of this year? what does your dream girl look like? what kind of body does she have? her clothes? who are the people she hangs out with on a daily basis- friends?

create a very clear version in your head and use pinterest to show photos of what your goals are- for ex: girls at the gym, journalling, writing, studying, reading, learning, walking, with friends, spending time outside, going swimming, playing sports, doing a skill/ hobby.

you can also find an idol/ an inspiration- a youtuber, influencer, parent, anyone who you look up to and want to somewhat have a similar life like them. (for ex: thewizardliz, tam kaur) whatever is important to you this goes hand in hand with the next point:

👑goals.

any unfinished projects, any goals you said you'd do in the beginning of the year, get them all down on paper. if you've finished any of them, great!- tick them off. but if you haven't then its time to lock in. pick the ones that are most important to you. that you know that achieving these will 100% get you closer to your goal. doing this makes sure you get rid of the ones that you think are "productive" when in reality they just help you procrastinate.

finish any unfinished projects or books you have before the new year begins because 2025 is about bringing in new, fresh opportunities and things. for me personally, i have a few crochet projects that i want to finish before the end of this year so i can start the new year with nothing old from the year before!

👑cutting.

you are going to be becoming a new person- new mindset, new values, new perception on life, etc. the people in your life currently probably won't align with this new version of you. because if the people around you still only know the old you, your growth won't happen because it will feel extremely unnatural without the right people around you. this means you're going to have to decide whether you are letting any of your friends go. if they don't serve you or make you feel happier or bring in any value to your life, im sorry but its time to cut them off.

but of course if you actually have good, kind, loving friends who grow with you and support you all the way, keep them. the goal is to remove the people who don't serve your highest self. not remove the people who you know will be there for you.

but along with this, if you notice that those people are acting a bit more weirdly/ strangely now that you're improving- giving you backhanded compliments, talking about you behind your back, or just giving you a weird vibe in general, trust your gut. those people don't want to see you going to a higher place where you're thriving- keeping them in your life can be terrible for your highest good.

remember that doing this doesn't mean that you're not going to get better because BETTER ALWAYS COMES. god will give you more people who you couldn't have ever dreamed could be so amazing. so never keep toxic people in your life out of fear that you'll be alone forever. (remember: 8 billion people in the world.)

👑mindset.

dont wait to change your mindset only once you achieve the dream body or the best grade- start now. people can take away everything from you but they can't take away your mindset, skills, and knowledge. here are some mindset shifts to develop:

the abundance mindset. know that everything happens for your highest and greatest good only! everything will work out in the end for you because God hasn't put you on this earth to suffer. if you are religeous (God) or spiritual (the universe) or even believe theres a higher faith, why on earth would you willingly believe that your purpose here is to have a bad time? obstacles will come your way and you will make bad decisions and mistakes. but all these jsut contribute to the person you are today and the person who you'll be in the future!

i will make it. believe in your vision and yourself so fiercely that you know in your bones that you will achieve your goals. you will travel the world and discover new places, you will get to retire your parents, you will get to buy expensive bags for your mom, you will be that rich sister/daughter/ wife, you will help people around the whole world, you will have people around you who love and care for you, you will achieve whatever dream you had since you were a kid and whatever dream you have right now. you will you will you will! know this so strongly but also know that i will achieve there one day, but i also am so blessed and grateful for the life i have right now! i have so many privileges and such an amazing life that i would never trade away for anything.

growth mindset if you fail, IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. please stop being afraid of failing, be afraid of never trying!! you have no idea how freeing failing is because once you do, then you'll never have that "what if" in the back of your mind, never have that small voice asking what could have happened if you had done that thing. so if you do fail, perfect! that means that you won't waste any more time wondering what would have happened. having a growth mindset means that you know you're human and you'll make mistakes, but that doesnt make you a bad person and it doesn't take away your capability to still accomplish your goals. if you fail be able to brush it off, and keep trying again and again. Thomas Edison had 1000 failed attempts to make the light bulb. yet he learnt from what didn't work, took that into consideration, then tried again. and again. and again. and now? your probably sitting in a room with light that you have because he persisted in his goal!

stay positive always have a positive outlook and perspective of life. look at the beauty and what you have instead of what you lack. feel happy joyful energy vibrate through you everyday. do things that just make you a more positive person in general! feeling happier makes you look 100x more attractive and will change the way you interact with the world!!

👑be a better person.

new year new you right? so its time you up level the way you talk and treat others. because the goal isn't to be A b*tch, the goal is to be THAT b*tch! so going around being rude isn't going to do anything for you. being kind however- having manners, checking up on people, asking how their day was, being charismatic, etc- thats what can get you so much more opportunities! you're going to be kind, but not a people pleaser- ofc prioritise yourself always but also at the same time- if you have made a commitment to be somewhere for someone at a certain time, honor that commitment. be the friend you wish you had.

being mean to everyone just because you were hurt by someone else is not it. yes, so you were hurt. grow, evolve, heal. you're stronger than this. you're stronger than you think. you can overcome anything and you can become an even better person, capable of loving fully and wholly!

misc tips:

change what you consume. start watching thewizardliz, tam kaur on youtube. have an inspiration/ idol to look up to in life.

workout. i dont care if its not one of your goals to have a fit body, but don't workout for that. workout because you love yourself. because its actually proven to make you happier, because you deserve a healthy, fully functioning body.

DRINK WATER. do you know how many benefits something as simple as that has? clear skin, unchapped lips, better digestive health, weight management, better health, feel more alert and energized, better for immune system, increases brain power, eliminate toxins, ETC ETC!

have a morning routine that literally sets yourself up for success. stimulate your mind with reading self help, learn something, study, focus on a skill, do something that makes your mind active.

journal & check in with yourself.- document your progress! write about how you felt after everyday. did you feel esp happy during anything? do you feel satisfied at the end of the day? or do you find that your day made you feel tired and drained? do you feel regret and wished you did more at the end of the day?

diary- links with the earlier point. document the day. you can write about it, or what i also like to do is video myself yapping to the camera. talk about whatever you want and let your mind wander free!

you are that it girl! dress the part, smell good, make yourself feel so good that you just can't help but feel like you can conqure anything!!

make sure you're consistently reminded of your goals. what do you want? why do you want to achieve it? reminding yourself of your goals will actually motivate you and make you stop procrastinating. for me its that i don't want any old projects or books having to continue into the new year so i've made a plan that will definitely get it done before the next year!

[essektheylyss]

I really do not know what Colm McGuinness puts in his music but goddamn it fucks.

[kxsagi]

Good day 😊😊 I hope you stay healthy I really like your head cannons and oneshots this is also the first time I'm requesting a headcannon.

Is it alright if I could request blue lock characters in an interview(the usual characters you write for) and the interviewer asked him if scoring a goal was better than making love. Just like that one interview of Ronaldo when he was asked if his goal was better than making love. Thank you for hearing my request.

If you feel uncomfortable with doing this please don't I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

“𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?”

a/n: THE FACT THAT I KNOW WHAT INTERVIEW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT

ronaldo was like “with my gio? no” LIKE DAMNN MAY THIS LOVE FIND ME

suggestive content inside! 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

“isagi, is scoring a goal better than making love?” 

“HUH?!” his voice cracks. 

the camera catches the way he goes rigid, eyes wide like someone just caught him with 14 tabs of ‘how to flirt’ open. he stammers. laughs nervously. drinks water. drinks more water. 

“i mean, that’s a weird question, right? can you even say that on camera?” 

but the audience is laughing, and the interviewer isn’t letting it go, so he wipes his palms on his pants and clears his throat. 

“okay, okay,” he says, visibly panicking. “so scoring is, like, a dream, right? a once-in-a-lifetime kind of rush. it’s loud, fast, boom, you’re a hero.” 

then he leans forward, cheeks burning, voice softer. 

“but making love… with the person you love… that’s different. it’s not loud. it’s quiet. warm. it’s like you can breathe again. like you finally came home.” 

people in the audience melt. a woman literally swoons. 

he tries to keep it cool but adds, “... and she smells really good, so… yeah. making love with her wins.” 

you text him: “you think i smell good? 🥹” 

he calls you from the green room in a panic: “WAIT DID YOU SEE THAT LIVE?!” 

itoshi rin

“scoring a goal or making love?” 

rin stares at the interviewer with that tired, unimpressed expression like he’s just been asked if grass is green. 

“a goal,” he says flatly. 

some fans in the studio gasp. one girl in the back whispers, “he’s so cold 😩” 

but then– 

“unless it’s with her.” 

the room goes silent. interviewer blinks. 

“i don’t waste my time on anything meaningless,” he says bluntly. “a goal is tactical. controlled. you calculate every angle. it’s all precision. 

"but with her? it’s instinct. it’s messy. it’s chaotic. it’s–” he catches himself and coughs. “... it’s better. because it’s her.” 

camera pans to a guy crying in the third row. 

rin looks at the camera with his usual dead stare and just says: “plus she doesn’t dive for fouls like half the defenders out there.” 

you text him: “did you really just call me better than professional athletes?”  

rin: “yes. it’s the highest compliment.” 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t even blink. “goal,” he says instantly, smooth and nonchalant like he’s answering what day it is. 

the interviewer raises an eyebrow. “not making love?” 

sae tilts his head. smirks. “i said goal. but only because you didn’t specify with who.” 

audible gasping. 

“with strangers? boring. with someone who doesn’t know how to kiss properly? pass. but with her?” 

he folds his arms and shrugs. “i’d bench myself for the rest of the season if it meant i get to spend more time with her in bed.” 

the audience collectively goes: 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️ 

“and she always looks at me like i’m the only thing in the world when we’re together,” he says casually, “so yeah. it’s worth more than a goal.” 

then, in true itoshi fashion, he adds, “but she gets smug about it, so don’t tell her.” 

you post a selfie with the caption: “when he says you’re better than football 🥰” 

sae replies: “delete that before i block you.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser sits up with a smirk like the question was crafted in a lab just for him. 

“is scoring a goal better than making love?” 

“depends,” he purrs, “is the goal from midfield or are we talking full-body contact sport?” 

the interviewer’s already sweating. so is his PR manager. 

kaiser continues, smug as ever. 

“scoring a goal gets you the front page. making love to her? that gets me heaven, hell, and everything in between.” 

the audience is screaming. he loves it. 

“a goal’s exciting,” he adds, eyes glinting, “but it’s over fast. with her? it’s a 90-minute match with overtime.” 

then, the cherry on top: “she’s my trophy.” 

not this man turning foreplay into a champions league metaphor. 

he texts you mid-commercial break: “wanna practice extra time tonight?” 

mikage reo

reo gasps like he’s been asked to choose between his parents. “that’s not fair! goals are amazing!” 

he throws his hands up dramatically. “the crowd, the energy, the lights… it’s like boom, you’re a god for a second!” 

he spins in his chair for no reason. “but making love?” he sighs, dreamily. “that’s divine. intimate. personal. like scoring a goal only she gets to see.” 

he places a hand on his chest like he’s in a k-drama. “i don’t just love her, i adore her. and when she smiles at me after, it’s like i won the whole damn league.” 

the interviewer is frozen. reo is in full romcom mode. 

then he pauses, smirks, and adds, “also, she moans my name way prettier than any announcer ever could.” 

nagi from the corner: “bro.” 

reo: “i speak only the truth.” 

nagi seishiro

“scoring a goal or making love?” 

he blinks slowly. “ugh… both are tiring,” he mumbles. 

the audience laughs. he does not. 

“scoring’s nice. less work. more clapping. confetti sometimes.” 

he tilts his head. “but she gives me snacks after. and head pats. and sometimes lets me nap on her chest.” 

people in the audience are crying from laughter. 

nagi continues, dead serious. “and when i roll over and fall asleep, she tucks the blanket over my back.” 

he pauses. “goals don’t do that.” 

a single tear slides down someone’s cheek. 

nagi nods like he just won the nobel prize for romance. 

you text him: “so i win?” 

him: “yes. i’m too lazy to lie.” 

shidou ryusei

“is scoring a goal better than making love?” 

he leans in, grinning like the devil’s favorite problem child. “depends,” he purrs, “am i scoring the goal with my foot or my hips?” 

the camera cuts to the poor PR rep in the corner, mouthing “no no no–” 

“don’t get me wrong,” shidou continues, licking his teeth, “a goal’s hot. you feel that rush? that explosion?” 

“but have you ever had her wrapped around you like a prayer?” 

THE ROOM ERUPTS. 

“she makes the prettiest sounds when i win,” he smirks. “and trust me, i always win.” 

someone in the crowd literally chokes. 

“she scratches my back like i’m her personal jungle gym. that’s better than a goal. by far.” 

interviewer: “... do you ever think before you speak?” 

shidou: “do you think while making love?” 

cameraman drops the camera. chaos ensues. 

you text him: “you’re done. i’m not letting you on TV ever again.” 

him: “how about you come tell me that while wrapped around me like a prayer hm?” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mahowaga]

a beeping sound. soft at first. foggy yet steady. faint.

beep. beep. beep.

the world feels like cotton—thick, warm, slow. everything is floating. you're somewhere between dreaming and not, hovering in a haze of surgical-grade confusion and the kind of drowsy bliss that only modern medicine can induce.

your mouth is dry. your eyelids are heavy. you're aware of your own existence only in the most abstract way.

and then—you see him.

standing beside the hospital bed. tall. serious. hands tucked into the pockets of his beige slacks. blonde hair swept back like a movie star in a noir film. clean-cut. broad-shouldered. absolutely devastating.

your eyes widen slowly.

beepbeepbeepbeep—

the monitor beside you—innocent, quiet just moments ago—has begun to panic. the beep becomes a warning, and a nurse looks up from the corner, startled.

"hnng," you mutter, trying to focus on the achingly handsome man next to you.

"heart rate's climbing," the nurse says, glancing over at him.

kento blinks. "oh."

"oh?" you whisper, blinking up at him. your voice is slurred, heavy with sedation. "who—who are you?"

kento blinks again, more slowly. "it's me. kento. nanami."

you squint. "that's not a name. that's a sound. like a—like a wind chime."

the nurse is trying hard not to laugh. she fails.

kento clears his throat. "you don't recognize me?"

you stare at him, utterly in awe. "are you a doctor?"

he hesitates. "no."

"a nurse?"

"no."

"are you—" your voice drops to a stage whisper "—an angel?"

this time, the nurse wheezes.

kento, ever composed, runs a hand down his face. "i'm your boyfriend."

you stare at him again.

then slowly—very slowly—you begin to weep.

"you're my boyfriend?" your voice is full of wonder and devastation, as if this is some beautiful tragedy you've just uncovered. "me? how did i get you?"

"darling, please—"

"you're so pretty," you sniffle. "like. too pretty. that jawline could cut glass. i look like a sock. a very soft sock, but still."

"you do not look like a sock."

"you're just saying that because you're so handsome and nice," you whisper dramatically.

kento exhales through his nose. his ears have turned ever so slightly pink.

"your voice sounds like warm bread," you mumble, eyes fluttering. "do you read poetry to me? i bet you do. do i cry everytime?"

"sometimes, yes."

"oh my god."

you clutch the edge of the blanket like it's the only thing tethering you the earth. kento shifts closer to the bed, expression softening even as the chaos of anesthesia unfolds. he takes your hand, and your eyes widen further.

"your hands are big."

he sighs again. "yes. that hasn't changed."

you gape at your interlaced hands like it's the most significant thing in the universe. maybe it is. maybe this is fate. maybe you're in a dream. maybe the drugs are doing their job a little too well. either way—

"oh my god," you whisper. "you have boyfriend hands."

kento raises an eyebrow. "boyfriend hands."

"yeah," you murmur reverently, brushing your fingertips over his knuckles. "big. strong. veiny. but gentle. like you could lift a boulder and cradle a baby bunny. i knew it. i knew the universe wouldn't give those hands to just anyone."

"i'll—i'll take that as a compliment."

"it is a compliment. it's the highest compliment."

kento tries to suppress a smile, but you see it anyway—the way his lips twitch, the way his eyes crinkle just a little at the corners.

"god," you sigh, still staring at your joined hands. "i bet you hold my bags for me. like, just casually. and you probably open jars without making it a thing. i bet you make me tea without being asked, too."

"i do," he admits, and that's when you gasp like you've just been shot.

"you do?!"

kento leans in slightly. "would it help if i reminded you that i also rub your back when you can't sleep and warm up your side of the bed in winter?"

you are now weeping in earnest.

"oh my god, i hit the jackpot. i knew i didn't do enough to deserve this life. i must've saved a bus full of orphan puppies in a past existence—"

the nurse in the corner is now doubled over behind her computer, shoulders shaking with laughter. she makes no attempt to intervene. she knows, just like kento does, that this has become a one-person stage production and the show must go on at the expense of your rapidly beating heart.

"do we live together?" you ask, eyes round and full of wonder.

kento nods, gently brushing a bit of hair off your forehead. "we do."

you suck in a breath. "do i cook?"

he hesitates. "sometimes."

"oh no."

"but i cook more often," he adds quickly.

you sag in relief. "do i clean?"

"you try," he says diplomatically, which sends the nurse wheezing again.

"i knew it. i'm the messy one." you look up at him, voice trembling with mock devastation. "you're the responsible one. i'm the whirlwind, and you're the tether. the calm in the storm. the spreadsheet to my glitter explosion."

kento's lips twitch again. "that's one way to describe it."

you exhale, dragging the blanket up to your chin like you're ready to ascend to another plane of existence. "and we love each other?"

"very much," he says, and his voice goes soft, quiet, undeniably warm.

that tone—oh, that tone—you believe it. even in your drugged-up haze, even with your brain a soft pile of mashed potatoes, it sinks deep. it nestles into your chest like a little glowing ember. his words. his eyes. the steadiness in his hand, wrapped around yours.

you blink at him, tears springing again. "do i ever tell you how lucky i am?"

"every day," he says, and his thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles. "but i'm the lucky one."

"oh god," you whisper, overwhelmed again. "that voice. you could narrate a documentary. about whales. or like. the history of bread. i'd listen to it on a loop. do i have a playlist with you just reading grocery lists to me?"

"i could make one."

you whimper. "that's love."

kento chuckles quietly, low in his throat, and you beam at him like you've just discovered the sun for the first time.

"will i remember this?" you ask, a little sleepier now.

he looks at you for a long moment—fond, exasperated, helplessly in love.

"i hope you don't. but i will."

"why?"

"because this is adorable to me," he says, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers, "and deeply humiliating for you."

you hum, drifting already, eyes fluttering closed. "if you love me, you'll forget this ever happened."

"no chance."

a pause.

"you're gonna tease me, aren't you."

"absolutely."

"heartless," you mumble, voice trailing off into a sleepy sigh.

he stays beside you, holding your hand until your breathing evens out again, the monitor beside you returning to its quiet rhythm.

beep. beep. beep.

kento watches you sleep, eyes soft, and presses a quiet kiss to your forehead.

"a sock, hm?" he whispers, lips ghosting against your skin. "you do not look like a sock."

and he stays there for hours, loyal as ever. because even when you're half-conscious, absurdly dramatic, and talking about angelic boyfriend hands, he loves you—with a kind of devotion that doesn't fade, even in hospital rooms and pain and panic.

especially then.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Erik getting a prince albert piercing and not telling his girl until after he did it

Request: The Campbells have a barbecue for Bobby’s birthday and Erik invites you

Warnings: mention of piercing,

Fell in love with this man the second I saw him on screen. I'm so happy people want to read about him. This is exactly my type

—

Barbecues were a recurrent event at the Campbells. It was a great way of spending time together, and an opportunity for Howard to show off his skills behind the grill. He wouldn’t call himself a grill master, but he definitely was a pro burger-flipper.

You’ve gone to a few barbecues yourself since dating Erik. His family was endearingly chaotic — in the best ways. While the food was cooking, Julia and Erik would go on the trampoline and have a highest jump battle, like they did as children. Each time one of them would take a bad fall, Brenda would threaten to sell the trampoline, but never actually do it. 

Today’s barbecue was special though; it was Bobby’s birthday. Brenda hung a ‘happy birthday’ sign over the sliding door which matched the small bouquet of lavender balloons in the corner. 

You abandoned Julia and went inside to help Erik with the plates and cutlery. He’s been inside for over ten minutes, why was he taking so long? 

‘’Erik?’’ you called out, not seeing him in the kitchen. 

No answers. 

With a frown on your face, you checked the living room before making your way upstairs. The hallway at the top was lined with photos of the Campbells throughout the years, from baby photos to family vacations. You chuckled as you passed the one of  seven years old Erik with a toothless grin. He had fallen off his bike and broke his front teeth the weekend before picture day at school. 

Speaking of Erik, you heard a series of curses coming from his bedroom. You followed the sound and held a chuckle when you found him sitting on his bed, wrapping Bobby’s present with difficulty. 

‘’Need a hand?’’ 

Erik looked up as you entered his room and let out a sigh of frustration. ‘’This is sorcery.’’ He glared at the scotch tape and paper, as if it was their fault. ‘’Can I just put a bow on top and give it to him like that?’’ 

You rolled your eyes, dropping onto the bed beside him. ‘’Or you could admit defeat and let me take over.’’

He pushed the mess of paper toward you. It was ‘your problem’ now. ‘’Be my guest.’’ 

As you started smoothing out the paper, Erik shifted up the bed and flopped back against the pillows, and let a quiet, involuntary groan slip out.

It sounded painful, so you glanced over. “You good, babe?” 

Erik cleared his throat. “Fine.’’ 

‘’Did you hurt yourself fighting with Bobby over the controller again?’’ you asked, used to the Campbell siblings shenanigans. They played hardcore. 

‘’No.’’ The brunet hesitated, then continued. He intended to keep it a secret from you, but he couldn't see himself making up shit for the next four to six weeks. '’I just…I got my dick pierced two days ago. It’s sensitive.’’ 

You were used to Erik coming up with spontaneous body modifications projects and never actually getting them done. A month ago, he really wanted a tattoo of a certain metal band. He even made a sketch on his ipad, but forgot about it and moved to another idea…which he also didn’t get done. 

So when he told you that he got his dick pierced, you didn’t believe him. For one, it sounded extremely painful. And second, he always talked about it as a joke. 

You scoffed, folding a corner of the paper smoothly before taping it down. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” he said, deadpan.

You looked up and squinted at him. “Erik, you can’t be serious.” 

That signature shit-eating grin spread across his face. The kind he wore whenever he was about to confess to something absolutely reckless. The one that always meant trouble. 

Suddenly, you were having doubts. 

“Dead serious.'’

He was serious. 

You shook your head, your lower stomach filling up with butterflies. “You’re insane.”

You meant it as a compliment. His recklessness was part of him, and you wouldn’t change it. Even if it made you want to tear his head off sometimes. 

‘’Want me to pull my pants down and show you?” He brought a hand down to his belt buckle, about to undo it, but you stopped him.

‘’Later.’’

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Taste Me

virgin!Eddie x fem!reader

summary: Eddie gets a tongue piercing and you give him the opportunity to do something he has never done before

cw: MDNI (18+) oral (f recieving)

This is part two to Touch Me part three

"That's really fucking cool," you told Eddie as you stared at his tongue piercing that he had been excited to show you since he had gotten it done. He had been wanting to get one for a while and your nipple piercings had encouraged him so he went for it.

He was still trying to get used to it but had a newfound confidence because of it. The thing made him feel hot, the shyness he had, the awkwardness, slowly melting away as you stared at him, your eyes darkening.

The two of you had made out a few times since the first time, you always stopping when it got a bit too heated. You were always so kind to him even though they contradicted your kisses. Those were always rough and sloppy, and lazy but that was the way you both liked it.

Eddie would have been lying, though, if he said he didn't want more. He felt like he was finally ready to kick it up a notch. To take things to the next level even though he was scared to. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and to be honest, he would have even known how to ask.

"You look hot," you told him pulling him out of his thoughts. Really? You thought so? Coming from you, that had to be the highest compliment he had ever received.

"I do?" He asked, suddenly feeling nervous about having your hot gaze on him.

"Of course you do, baby." That nickname always made his heart swell. "Want me to show you how hot I think you are?" You asked, batting your eyelashes and Eddie could already feel his dick getting hard.

"Please." The word came out like a whine and Eddie tried his hardest not to sound desperate but he was. You grabbed onto the back of his neck then pressed your lips to his in a sloppy manner.

You took no time to slip your tongue into his mouth, letting out a moan as you felt the piercing against it. It was cold, but you liked the feeling, immediately imagining what it would have felt like against your hot, wet, cunt. But you knew he had never done anything like that before you so you wanted to treat lightly.

"Do you want to try something new?" You asked and even though Eddie had no idea what you were talking about, he still nodded enthusiastically. Like always, he was down for whatever.

"Something new?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "Like what?" You had done pretty much anything besides penetrative sex so he was wondering what else there could have possibly been.

"Well," you responded, grabbing on to a piece of his hair, twirling it around your finger as you put in a flirty expression. "I was wondering if you wanted to eat me out. I bet your piercing would feel really good against my cunt."

Eddie's eyes went wide as his cheeks turned pink. He had been wanting to do exactly that for weeks, but couldn't get the confidence to ask.

"I'd love to, but I don't know how."

"Just do whatever feels natural and if you're struggling, I'll help."

"Okay," he nodded and followed you to the bed where you went to lie back, making sure that your legs were hanging off the edge, your feet planted on the floor.

Eddie got down on his knees in front of you, spreading your legs wide then putting one over each shoulder just like he had read about so many times. He then turned his head and pressed kisses up your leg, sweet and gentle just like him. He took his time to warm you up even though he was eager to get to it. And so were you, apparently, with the way you were squirming on the bed.

He repeated the same action on your other leg then came face to face with your cunt, still covered by your underwear, but it was clear how wet you were by the very damp spot. He pushed up your skirt to give him so more room then dove in, pressing kiss after kiss to your clothed cunt then introduced his tongue, making sure to apply a good amount of pressure so you would have been able to feel it underneath your underwear.

"Eddie, please," you whined and he was quick to pull the underwear off and toss it across the room before going on again, his lips colliding with your clit, licking and sucking on it as your hands found their way into his hair like they always did.

He didn't really know what he was doing, just trying to figure out what you liked and what you didn't. By the way you were grabbing at his hair, he concluded that he was doing a good job.

His tongue flattened against your slit and you let out a gasp as foreign feeling of the piercing against the sensitive spot. He licked across it slowly so you could feel it and a moan escaped your lips in response.

"So good," you moaned and Eddie just chuckled, feeling more confident in himself.

"Yeah?" He asked, pulling away slightly. "You like that?"

He licked one more time before sucking on the spot, even harder this time to see your reaction. Your heels were digging into his back as you pushed yourself closer to him to the point where his face was fully buried in you. He continued to suck on and kiss the spot, making sure to mix in his tongue every once in a while as your heels dug even further into his back.

He then shoved his tongue inside you, swirling it around and that seemed to cause you to come completely undone as your thighs pressing into the sides of his head as you clenched around him, his tongue hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

Eddie kept going as you reached your orgasm, trying to see how many you could hit as he worked on you, wanting you to be absolutely wrecked once he was done with you.

He removed his tongue then went back to your clit, swirling his tongue around it, wanting you to feel his piercing as much a possible. You were gripping the sheets now, wanting to give his hair a break, feeling for back arch the time.

"Taste so good," he said. "And look at you," he pulled away to get a look at you. "Taking me so well. Got any more left in you, hon?"

You weren't entirely sure where all of this confidence had come from, but it was hot. He was hot. As long as he wanted to keep going, you'd have the energy for it.

"So much," you told him between labored breaths and that seemed like an invitation so Eddie dove in for more, not wanting to taste every inch of you, wondering if it all tasted as good as your cunt.

You both stayed like that for hours, him buried between your thighs while you let him do whatever he wanted to you, orgasm after orgasm rolling through you. You decided that you would have let him do that for as long as he liked, loving the way he was able to know exactly what you wanted without even asking. And you supposed now that you were going to have to return the favor sooner or later.