#what a glorious glorious idea nonnie

[teddybeartoji]

Okiee friend roommie gojo takes you on a motorcycle at midnight to random places like the riverside or some food stall or whatever. Especially when you aren't feeling good (my current mood <3). There's less to no people at night, which is perfect!... Taking a walk with him. Orrr simply sitting on his motorcycle and chatting with him while he stands front to you.. ykwim😭

HELLOO????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN, HMM????? THAT'S SO DELICIOUS????? see, i don't think i would've really even considered roomie!gojo owning a fuCKING MOTORCYCLE???? YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH THANK YOU FOR THAT MY LOVELY

btw you guys literally have matching helmets!!!!! he immediately bought one seeing how excited you got after seeing the bike. not to be a basic bitch but how fucking sexy is a white and blue bike?????? my eyes just rolled back into my head holy shit. anyway. matching helmets matching helmets matching helmets!!!! i think he'd love the ones that have the ears on them too lmao he's a little cutie. he also bought you your own racing jacket too!!!!!!!!! i mean he has the money so he didn't even blink an eye at the thought of buying you your own gear bc like... he would never even think about having you on the bike without atleast a helmet!!!! he's not a reckless driver at all and i genuinely don't think he'd speed at all (maybe only a little on highways and only when there isn't a lot of ppl)(he would rather die than to put you in danger like that)

and he'd 100000000000000% go on late night drives with you!!!! he sees you moping and his heart sinks:((((( at first he just tries to ask about it but when you're still looking so out of it, he offers the drive. he helps you put on the helmet and then gently headbutts you after putting his on. he loves the way your eyes smile through the small glass opening and he just already feels a bit better, a bit prouder to have made you smile.

he offers you his hand as you're taking a seat behind him and he always gets so giddy when your arms circle around him. he loves it, he really does. he waits for you to get comfortable and rest your head against his back before even turning on the engine.

you have a code that whenever you want to say something, you squeeze his thighs. when you need to stop, like stop stop, you slap his thigh. he made that rule and he didn't even let you onto the bike before making you repeat it three times for like the first five times. he doesn't play around, i'm telling you. sometimes, you like to tease him for it, for being a pussy but he isn't fazed at all. he just smiles at you and calls you his precious cargo.

okay, so i like the idea of him taking you somewhere extra quiet - maybe you even already have your spot, too? maybe a more hidden part the riverside, somewhere it's certain that you'll be alone. he parks the bike and ofc offers you his hand when you start climbing off. he smooths your hair after you pull the helmet off, making a quiet like jokes about you looking fucking insane and no matter how stupid his comments and jokes are, he always gets a laugh out of you. even if it's the smallleeeest teeniest tiniest little smile.

he takes your hand and tugs you to the lonely little food stall. the person who's managing it has seen the two of you so many times and they're fully convinced that you guys are a couple btw. gojo always pays. ALWAYS. he literally gets upset when you try. sometimes at home he whines about always paying but when you actually get to the paying part he just pushes you away??????? smh he's an idiot but he's OUR idiot.

he let's you eat before asking about your day again. he let's you rant his ears off if that's what you decide to do. he leans against the motorcycle as you pace back and forth in front of him and he's so invested!!!! no matter whether it's work drama, uni drama, some sort of friendship drama or something more personal - he's all ears. he tries to crack a few jokes here and there but he keeps it low as he's gauging your emotions. yk if you're laughing a bit more, he turns the joke machine up a notch but if not... he just let's you talk it out.

btw if you're not in a talking mood at all, he probably does the talking himself to try and distract you from whatever is bothering you. he's telling you about the new parts he wants to put on his bike, he's telling you about his day, about the people he saw on the streets, about the new comic he's reading etc etc etc. he probably invites you to rest against his chest as he does so, faintly swaying back and forth. he watches the streetlamps reflect on your skin as you rest your eyes, breathing in his cologne.

and after a while he offers to go back home. he tells you that he can take the long way or the short one, whichever suits you best. it could be 3am and he wouldn't dare rush you. he is prepared to do anything to make you feel better!!!!!!!!!!! he's such a good roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎

[babyjakes]

holy ground. [blurb.]

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | love is an ocean; you and jake are diving in, head first.

pairing | best friend!jake jensen x little!reader

warnings | jakey and reader are exploring ddlg together for the first time. this is not my typical smut!! it's much more abstract, i just enjoyed writing it very liberally and creatively. p in v sex, not very descriptive. alludes to size difference/kink. they cum together <3. i wrote this in past tense and idk why, it just felt right. an obnoxious amount of taylor references.

word count | 548

an | okay so i had a few jakey requests hehe! you guys really get me :'-) i've never written daddy!jakey, but it's probably time given the url change lol— thanks to the sweet nonnie who sent in the idea of best friend!jakey trying out ddlg with reader, and @brandycranby for the size kink idea <3 i love this dynamic with jakey so much, just being so close and vulnerable with each other already, slipping into daddy land feels so natural for him and reader! this did turn into quite the expressive piece for me, i feel like i rarely write smut this way but with jakey i just couldn't help it lol, hope everyone likes it regardless! <3

It was an incredible scene to witness, though both of you knew not a soul beyond the other would ever know about its occurrence. It was something special for just the two of you, something sacred. A careful step forward, as big of a step as it was. A single spark blooming into a timid flame. It was new to both of you— new and special, oh so rare. Skin on flushed skin, hands intertwined, lips searching across inches of body that felt like miles; he foraged all of you, left no part of you untouched or unloved.

"So beautiful," Jake's words swam through the thick cloud of your shared apartment's warm air. "So beautiful for me, baby. All mine, aren't you? Say it."

Your droopy eyes peered up at him through tears, the beam of sun pouring in through the window hitting him at the most glorious angle; he was straight out of a movie. Outlined by the golden rays, he shone before you, beads of sweat forming on his tender forehead as he thrust himself back into you once more. His size was overwhelming, leaving no hint of you unfilled as his tip slammed up against your bruising ceiling. "Yours," was all you could manage in response, "yours. Yours. Yours."

Towering over you, Jake's gaze was so full of love that it was overflowing from his eyes in shimmering droplets as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Safe with me— always," his words were an oath, and you knew he'd be true; there was no one in the world you trusted more than the man before you. "You're safe with Daddy, baby."

"D-Daddy," the word was so sweet as it tumbled from your lips, the simple act of speaking it into existence like the birth of a spring fawn, such a tender and sacred thing. Out in some abandoned field, it was just the two of you there to see it; maybe that's what made it so holy.

"Your daddy, sweetie. Yours, all yours," he returned the words to you as his thrusts began to pick up in pace. "Daddy'll take care of you—" he swore, the sweetness in his voice slowly getting swallowed up by starvation. He had hungered for this, for you, for his whole life. And here you finally were, and you were more than willing to let him feast, "—make you feel so good, s'that what you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want."

His tender fingers fell down to search between where your two bodies met, stroking in broad circles over your fiery core of pleasure. Your voice came out begging, "Please... please..." You sounded so foolish; it was music to Jake's ears. "Want it... want you— please Daddy..."

You fell over the edge hand in hand, warmth overcoming the both of you as your booming heartbeats aligned, lips crashing together as you searched desperately for something— not breath, not air. Only each other.

It was a beautiful sight, body on trembling body as the two of you swallowed each other down, tears mixing in your mouths through scattered breaths and 'I love you's. Noses rubbing together, you kept your eyes shut as you wept against him. And to him, there you were; he had found you at last.

[uchihaharlot]

Views on Uchihas with facial hair? Or atleast Shisui very admit he looks good with a beard, but he does not.

Lol. I discussed this with someone the other day. Very short thoughts on this. Most Asian men are extremely hairless (cries in jealousy).

Unfortunately nonny,

Shisui tries to grow facial hair, but it more or less is a very weird and thin stubble. Kinda looks like pubic hair too. Does not look good at all. It never seems to grow out, regardless of how often he shaves. Thinking that each time it will grow in thicker. It actually makes him look more pubescent than what any mid-20s man would like. Only Kagami could get away with those hot ass sideburns.

For some fucking reason I picture Obito being capable to grow some sort of beard. But its thin still, and it curls to one side. He’s one of those guys that absolutely fills it in if he decides to keep it for a bit and then it melts down his face in black lines when he sweats.

Itachi would never let a five o’clock shadow touch his precious face, definitely gets some sort of laser hair removal and often.

Madara… I think he could grow a glorious beard, but chooses not to. He’s already got that mane to care for. Religiously uses a plethora of hair care products and the idea of having to do the same elsewhere. It irritates him. Do you know how long it takes to wash hair past your ass? (Mine is above ass level. It’s thick and if it weren’t because I like it so much. I would go all Brittany Spears on that shit.)

[neuvistar]

Hey, hii, hello. The thoughts about Aventurine x designer!Reader are flooding my head for two weeks now.

(because I am studying to be a fashion designer and now we got the month when we practice in sewing clothes. And I am currently designing Aventurine' trousers!!! So I can make a full cosplay someday.)

(and I just know that I will want this man to wear something I tailored (is this the correct word?? English is not my first language sorry.))

Like, look at this man!! He looks like a model! I would want to have a deal with him, one that involves him wearing clothes that are made by me for free, and he instead must recommend me to whoever asks where he got "part of the outfit".

(sorry if it's boring, you can just delete it, it's okay.)

Have a nice day!!! ⭐

AHH NONNIE THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA <3 dw dw it’s not boring 2 me, it’s acc quite cute :3

i can only imagine how chaotic things can get, aventurine is a child at heart, sometimes he’d hide ur shears, misplace your pin cushion, etc! you’re right you’re right, he rlly is a model! i can only imagine him just admiring your face while you measure his body proportions <3 dating or not dating, there was probably still tension there either way! sometimes when there’s enough time, you’d be measuring everything else once more 2 double check things before making something new for his next special event!

“never knew i had such a beautiful tailor.” aventurine chuckled softly, his chuckled fading when your hands finally lands on his bare skin.

“quiet, i’m trying to focus here.”

“oho? focus on what? the glorious view right infront of you, hm?” the blonde teased, his beautiful eyes had a glint of mischief within them, ugh. it was like he wanted you to mess up on your measurements. “i didn’t know my pretty little tailor had a hard time focusing on other things that isn’t me.”

“you’re insufferable.”

“you like it that way.”

[murderofravens]

Hey! Feeling a bit generous today with a dirty idea regarding Yuuji😏😏...CameraMan!Yuuji

CameraMan!Yuuji has an exotic job...aside from being amazing at sports and works out in the gym 24/7 (I headcanon that adult Yuuji would have Toji's physique but slightly different), his exotic job is being a camera man for a porn studio and exotic events because it helps with extra cash. Then he sees you, a model who is in the Haute Couture business. Things drift romantically and perverted from there.

Yuuji has a secret and that is he was originally a porn star for 3 years hence why he has such a perfect body with a cute playboy face, but left to do mundane things. But seeing you, your face, curves and body, makes him want to do sex tapes with you and only you for his own perversion. Of course the two of you meet for an Atelier event and he asks you out confidently, while you are stunned by his appearance and physique with that 'lover boy smirk'.

2 weeks in with Yuuji and you dating, you have a photoshoot...an erotic one and Yuuji felt his blood go down to a very particular appendage. While he is there to film the event (which you are shocked by but turned on from how concentrated he is filming you and Todo), he has to hide the groan behind his throat at how sinful the silk material you was wearing, the revealing of your tits and curves, with Todo (Yuuji's best friend by the way😏) touching you in places that are very perverted but you are so focused on Yuuji that Todo's touches are absent-minded to you, not that you didn't enjoy his calloused fingers lingering on your skin and one 'accidentally' rubbed your nipple. Todo knew what he was doing and he was making you wet for his best friend.

It is when you find out about Yuuji being a porn star and a very hot and nasty one through searching him up after Todo mentions he is a porn star (Again, all of Todo's plans) does Yuuji catch you and you feel highly embarrassed and try to apologize, but Yuuji spares you no word and kisses you fiercely and takes you to his playroom and you are stunned to speak.

He strips you naked, before he strips himself and you are enamored by his amazing, muscular and well-trained body, matching the endowment of his erected cock. He has so many high definition cameras set up while he fucks you ruthlessly after an hour of foreplay with you, giving you the best sex you've ever had. Each thrust echoing in the background, his thumb in your butthole fingering you, his lips on your skin marking you everywhere, his larger frame holding you in place while his cock hits your G-spot repeatedly making you scream out his name many times.

Yuuji groans at how perfect you feel, how tight and wet your walls are around his cock, how beautiful and submissive you look under him, how pliable your skin is on his lips and hands especially when he has spanked and played with your ass like a piano, how sinful your voice, moans and whines are which drives him to a lustful high. You come three times, the last one squirting on his cock and abs before he fills you to the brim, hot spurts of semen painting your walls before he aims his phone camera on your stuffed pussy with the intermingled cum of yours and his. He uses his thumb to wipe off the mixture of both of your cum and has you open your mouth to suck and taste it, his cock hardening again at how obedient you are.

"Such a good girl...fuck cutie..." Yep, round 2 is a must. He is glad all of his cameras recorded the moment between the two of you, and it won't be the last.

(You’re welcome😏😏)

nonnie, you are my saving grace on this app. everytime i open my inbox and see an ask from you, it feels like a gift. i love you. thank you for giving me such great wanking material for our glorious king. i need to do naked shoots with cameraman yuuji, hell even his friends can watch, i don't care!! just let me at him!! i want to record everything!!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Me, watching Roy and Jamie on the screen and screaming "TOUCH THE BOY! HE NEEDS PHYSICAL AFFECTION, TOUCH THE BOY!!"

Well, nonny, you sent this before 3x11 aired and I’m sorry for not getting back to you sooner, but on the other hand – we really did go and get our wish in this episode, didn’t we? XD

Because all right, the hug in the boot room is something of a half-assed effort on Roy’s part, but he does stand there and let Jamie cling to him and pats his back and shows no intention of breaking away before Jamie is ready to let go. And then there’s the moment when Jamie walks off the pitch after scoring that glorious goal, with Roy deliberately seeking him out for a little cuddle, making sure Jamie gets a little bit of physical affection and some whispered praise. (Which really is the very least Roy can do at this point, considering Jamie’s absolutely outstanding performance, but let’s meet the man where he is.)

I have this tiny little idea that after seeing the level of physical affection between Jamie and Georgie, Roy has a new understanding of what exactly it is that Jamie is used to and after. I don’t think he’s fully grasped that before? He knows that Jamie is tactile, that’s hard to miss, but as someone far less into physical touch, Roy doesn’t necessarily get it on anything but a vaguely intellectual level (and it’s probably not something he’s thought much about either). Now he does, though, and that in combination with him having finally confronted the fact that yes, he does like Jamie and is concerned about Jamie, might leave him more inclined to put a little extra work into giving Jamie what he needs. Maybe he’s not prepared to cuddle quite as intensely as Jamie and his mum (or is he… ?), but he’ll make sure that there’s at least a basic  level of touching and physical affection from now on.

Also, Jamie has obviously decided that Roy will hug him when Jamie needs it, so yeah. Better just learn to love it, Roy-o.

[bmodiwrites]

The smut prompts look so promising. please do this one for Steddie! 'I'm gonna do something very crazy but I know you're gonna love it.'

Oh ho, nonnie - I immediately had a very unclean idea. You guys are in for a treat. There will be smut, so you underage kids DNI!

I'm going to put it behind a read more from the start, just in case! Here we go -

After several hours of keeping his hands to himself, Eddie was more than ready to have Steve sprawled out under him. Not to get him wrong, Eddie loved spending time with the party - now that they were a little older, it didn't feel as much like babysitting, even. As a group, their adventures were endless and the hilarity ensued. Eddie's only complaint stemmed around the fact that they were always around.

And sure, that sounded a lot petty and very immature, but Eddie couldn't help it, he'd been fighting against his baser instincts all day. At first, Eddie appreciated having so many people who cared about him around. The Upside Down left many scars behind - not all of them on the outside, either. While he recovered and got back to normal, Eddie loved the kids' presence and their commitment to not only helping him get better but making him a free man, too. They truly were the best sort of friends to have.

Not to mention the fact that the party's never ending presence helped get him and Steve together to begin with. It started with little quips and comments from Dustin and Max. They threw the occasional "you two would be great together" out into the open like Eddie would ever make sense with Steve Harrington. Their little game was both funny and cruel.

Except, after a while, Eddie started to believe that maybe things could work out between them. Steve's personality was so different from what Eddie always imagined; having so much opportunity to experience it made the shift from attraction to genuine feelings a pretty seamless process.

So, Eddie owed a lot to the little shrimps that looked up to him not just as an adult but someone worth aspiring to be, too. Yet, the selfish, admittedly horny part of himself struggled to continue to exist with such gratitude when Steve was always so tempting.

Take today's adventure for example - Steve invited the entire party over to swim in the pool. That meant Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle would be there, too. It was the usual get together and Eddie was looking forward to it. He probably would've made it through the day without wanting to jump Steve's bones if it weren't for the crop top and short blue shorts his boyfriend decided to wear. At that point, all bets of control were off. From that very first glance, having so many people around was just - mean.

For hours, Steve played the perfect host, catering to everyone's needs and socializing to the best of his ability. He walked around in those short little shorts, each step pulling up the length of the leg's material a little further, flashing Eddie the perfect strip of pale thigh without a care in the world. Never mind the fact that the old Hawkins Athletics crop top showed off the glorious line of hair trailing down Steve's stomach into the waistband of those tiny pants. It would've been obscene if it weren't for the sweet and innocent way he talked to the kids and kept the party moving.

Eddie would've bought the whole act, too - Steve worked hard enough to pull it off. Too bad Eddie knew how sneaky and teasing Steve could be. No one but Eddie saw the way Steve stayed bent over a little extra, or the way he licked his lips before bringing a beer to them. But maybe that was a good thing - Eddie wasn't all that sure he'd be able to rationally fight off anyone else enjoying the view. He tried not to be a jealous person; in his previous relationships, it hadn't been much of a problem, anyway. With Steve, however, Eddie struggled to control the absurd possession that overtook him. It scared him sometimes - how deep his feelings for Steve ran.

Nonetheless, Eddie managed to keep himself together, though just barely, the entire afternoon. If it looked like he was a bit more impatient to see everyone off when the time came, no one commented on it. He showed Dustin and the boys to the door with promises of the newest addition to their campaign the coming week. Eddie even went as far as having a joint with Jonathan, Argyle, and Steve before they bailed to move the party elsewhere for the evening.

Robin and Nancy were the last to leave - Steve and Eddie were the only ones that knew they were together, so the girls were comfortable around them and happy to stick around. It took effort to choke down the sarcastic shit Eddie wanted to spit their way just to get them the fuck out. He reminded himself often that their friendship was not worth making an ass out of himself. Behaving was marginally easier after that.

Finally, after being entirely too patient, Eddie had Steve alone.

Wasting no time at all, Eddie pushed Steve against the door he'd just closed, pinning him to it with the full weight of his body. "You're a tease," Eddie mumbled as he nosed along Steve's chin and cheek. His hands were busy fumbling with the cut off bottom of Steve's shirt, barely skimming the skin there. The tips of his fingers brushed down the flat of Steve's stomach, rubbing and tracing that godforsaken happy trail. By the time Eddie found his way to Steve's lips, he was palming Steve in his shorts, his fingers greedily tracing the shape of him. A tiny spark of satisfaction had him deepening the kiss - feeling Steve harden under his hand made the hours of torture worth it.

They left a trail of clothes behind as they slowly made their way to Steve's bedroom. Though Steve's parents weren't around all that often, Eddie only needed to be walked in on the once to make a 'bedroom only for naked stuff' rule. He kind of liked the anticipation it built up, too. It was a different sort of pleasure getting to unwrap Steve from the clothes that drove him crazy, piece by piece. Eddie took great satisfaction in dropping to his knees to drag down the sexy little shorts Steve probably wore for this very purpose.

Staying where he was, Eddie ran his hands up the length of Steve's thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He marveled at the coarse hair under his palms and moaned loudly when leg deliciously tapered into crotch. Eddie didn't hesitate to wrap his left hand loosely around the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stroke or squeeze, Eddie simply enjoyed the feel of Steve's skin against his own and the weight of him in his hand. It didn't hurt, either, that Steve's hitched into his touch; Eddie was so ready to repay Steve for teasing him that he kept his grip slack, not yet giving in.

For a couple of heated moments, Eddie explored without any intention to rush. His fingers traced the length of Steve's cock, taking in each vein and smooth plane of flesh. It was increasingly difficult to not just dive in and take - the need to be teasing and sultry was quickly diminishing. When control snapped, Eddie didn't hesitate to lean forward and greedily take the head of Steve's cock between his lips. A moan followed the movement; Steve was already leaking in anticipation.

Despite his own desperation, Eddie kept his suckling light. He lapped at the underside, using the tip of his tongue to prod teasingly there. His hand tightened around the base, stroking up in time with the shallow bobs of Eddie's head. Forcing his eyes up, Eddie caught Steve's glance - his slow worship was visibly taking Steve apart.

He had a hand in his hair and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Eddie knew it'd be red and swollen when Steve eventually let it go. The view was obscene and sexy in a way that never stopped surprising him. Eddie moaned around Steve at the thought - sex between them was already fantastic, the prospect of it only getting better made him lose it. In his excitement, Eddie pulled in a deep breath through his nose, then loosened his throat enough to swallow Steve all the way down.

Eddie gave himself over to the rhythmic bobbing of his head for long, sloppy minutes, and probably would've kept it up, too, if it weren't for the three taps he felt on his shoulder. Pulling back immediately, Eddie looked up quick, feeling Steve out. They came up with that signal when Steve failed to vocalize a need early on in their sexual relationship. Though he didn't use it often, Eddie knew to back off immediately.

He got up from his knees, gathering Steve to him. "Okay?" Eddie asked against the skin of Steve's neck as he pressed a kiss there.

Steve shifted in Eddie's arms until they were face to face, their lips inches away from each other. "Yeah, good - so good, Eddie. Too good, even." His cheeks were pink, like the admission did anything other than endear Eddie to him more.

"Noted." Eddie rumbled, smirking at him before leaning in to finally kiss Steve again. The taste of pre-cum and musk was heavy on his tongue; Steve held Eddie's head tight between his hands as he pillaged Eddie's mouth for every last remnant of the salty goodness.

They kissed languidly for a few minutes, breaking away from each other just enough to walk the remaining steps towards the bed. Eddie smiled down at Steve as he worked his way up the mattress so his head could rest on the pillows. Even in moments where Eddie's brain was a red hot haze of lust, Steve's adorable nature broke through, kick starting the obnoxious butterflies in his tummy.

Eddie kicked off his own swim shorts before joining Steve on the bed, shaking all but want and need away. He settled between splayed thighs, sighing when he leaned forward and their chests pressed together. The contrast between their bodies never stopped being sexy. Eddie loved the way Steve's thick chest hair brushed against his relatively hairless pecs. While it'd initially been a surprise, Steve being so hairy, Eddie came to appreciate the way it felt under his fingers and tangled tightly within his grasp.

Now that they were flat and pressed together from head to toe, Eddie's earlier desperation started to crawl back to the surface. He ground his hips down in hopes of a little friction, drawing a moan from them both. Eddie looked up with a smirk and repeated the gesture, just to get a rise out of Steve. It worked, too - strong thighs were quick to wrap around his hips. "Is this payback?" Steve asked through panted breaths.

Ignoring the question for a moment, Eddie buried his face into the gap between Steve's neck and shoulder, peppering the skin there with kisses and sucks. He made his way to the shell of Steve's ear, whispering - "not even close, pretty boy." His teeth nipped at the rounded cartilage before Eddie pulled back entirely. "Flip over for me. I'm gonna do something crazy but I know you're gonna love it."

Steve's eyes were wide as he absorbed those words. His lips looked like they wanted to form around words but none came, just panted breaths. Instead, Steve turned over like he was asked, though he kept his eyes peeled over his shoulder, steadily watching Eddie.

Moving to settle between Steve's thighs again, Eddie took in the view before him. Steve's back was strong, his lats and rotator cuff muscles, especially. They shifted with each of Steve's movements, drawing the eye. There was the slightest curve to the bottom of Steve's spine, making the arch of his back look just a little more pronounced. Which left a supple ass that moved as one and gave way to perfectly toned hamstrings. Steve was a goddamn vision Eddie couldn't wait to binge himself on.

Both hands migrated to Steve's hips, where Eddie squeezed lightly. Steve shifted into the touch, subconsciously spreading his legs a little wider. Smiling, both because Steve was like a big house cat and his boy learned so well, Eddie squeezed there once more. His hands continued their journey after that, sliding around the glorious cheeks of Steve's ass to palm the thick muscle there. Eddie used that grip to make room for his nose to trail down Steve's crack. He teased there for a second, tickling the small hairs Eddie loved so much.

Though Eddie was sure Steve wasn't aware of it, the younger boy was pressing back into him, silently and unconsciously begging for more. Eddie was at the point where denying Steve meant denying himself - an entire day of that made it easy to give in and move past teasing. He gently skated the tip of his thumb around Steve's hole, testing the waters.

When Steve didn't pull away or tell him to back off, Eddie redoubled his efforts. He used one hand to keep Steve's cheeks apart while the other reached around to stroke Steve's leaky cock. The distraction was perfect - Eddie dipped his head down to lightly tongue at the puckered entrance while his hand brought undeniable pleasure.

"Fuck, Eddie! That's - " Steve trailed off when Eddie used the thick part of his tongue to lick a solid stripe across his entrance. His voice trickled into heady gasps and a chant of "Eddie" over and over again.

Little by little, with sharp thrusts of his tongue, and taunting licks around the rim, Eddie opened Steve up to him. He kept his hand firmly around Steve's cock, but Steve's shifts back into Eddie did most of the work. Steve ground back into him, then moved forward onto his elbows when the pleasure became too much. When push came to shove, Eddie couldn't decide whether the taste of him or the thought of Steve fucking himself strung him out more. Whatever the answer was, Eddie felt just as close as Steve seemed to be.

Redoubling his effort, Eddie licked and sucked at Steve's hole desperately. His mouth and chin were covered in his own spit, some of it even dripping down onto the bedsheets below him. It was messy business that Eddie enjoyed thoroughly. In all of their time together, Eddie had yet to see Steve give into something physical with so much reckless abandon.

When Steve announced his impending orgasm, Eddie finally turned some attention to himself. His free hand shot down between his legs to grip his neglected erection - even with his fingers around the base squeezing hard, Eddie almost lost himself. He selflessly waited until Steve shouted his name and painted the sheets below himself sticky white. Just that alone was enough to have him spilling, too. No stroking necessary.

As the world righted itself, Eddie stretched out beside a boneless Steve, pulling him close. Though there was still cum on his hand and spit on his chin, Eddie buried himself into Steve, trying to fill up every curve and crevice with his presence, wanting that skin to skin contact. Eddie would never admit to it, but he was a possessive cuddle-monster, especially where Steve was concerned.

The room stayed quiet while their chests stopped their heaving and breaths leveled out. Eddie marveled at the quiet oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange that always came with the slightest whistle through Steve's nose. He leaned into the comfort it provided and was seconds away from falling asleep when Steve's voice stopped him.

"You were right." Steve's tone was gravely and rough, still hoarse from all the moaning and shouts.

Eddie picked up his head, looking at Steve curiously. "About what, pretty boy?"

Steve snorted out a laugh before turning onto his side so their noses brushed. "I did love that."

[deepspacedukat]

So I came across an old ask of yours talking about a straight laced Vulcan going head over heels for an eccentric artsy human, and I got serious Solok vibes. I mean, what would be better than Solok (xenophobic ass that he is) getting his bangs blown off by this ginormous emotional asteroid after getting seriously annoyed with a human. And insulting the hell out of her too no doubt cuz he’s so defensive. This wouldn’t be so much of a “oh” moment, but more like a “oh, fuck no” moment. He tries so hard to get her off his mind and denies anything is going on to himself during meditation. Too bad it gets so bad he’s eventually half crazed (maybe worked himself into an early pon farr), but the thought of taking a vulcan wife to deal with it just feels all wrong.

Nothing better than seeing a tall intimidating vulcan brought to his knees by a short very emotional human.

Oooooh, I know exactly which ask you're talking about, because that concept lives rent-free in my brain like 24/7 anyway. (It's this one.) I love imagining that as Solok! That would be so humbling for him. He would so be in a constant state of “Surak give me strength” when he’s trying to work through his feelings. Denial makes it worse, and of course he’d deny having feelings for a human - especially and artsy chaotic human. When he finally breaks, though, it would be glorious! 👀 Add the pon farr craze, and Solok would be a needy, pliant grump.

Istg if I didn’t have a billion drafts and requests I’d writing this idea as we speak. As it is, though, thank you, nonny for bringing this to my attention! 💚

[violettduchess]

You straighten your crown, Queen (or....better, Your Grace. That's the address for a duchess, yes?).

You're a kind person who stands up for herself and others, and you happen to a glorious writer who is rightfully praised by many of readers.

I understand needing time so gather yourself together and when you post again, I will be the first nonnie to cheer and celebrate <3

Another sweet anon 💜

I'm realizing as I look at these really nice, supportive messages that it may have sounded like I would not be posting anything for a while or not be able to write anything for a long time (I'm sorry if I was being hyperbolic, I didn't intend to).

I feel the need to clarify:

I usually try and write something every day. Sometimes just an idea outline, sometimes just a sentence or two, sometimes (if I'm lucky) a whole fic. And this isn't anything new. I've been writing daily since I was 10 (journaling, story ideas, stories exchanged with friends, etc)

Me not writing anything for a couple days is, for me, a long break and more along the lines of what I meant! 💜

[matan4il]

I'm not sure if you know this answer but you seem to be the Bubbie Bible so it's a shot lol. Are the same writers and show runners still in place from S2 and on. I have to admit my favorite seasons were 2 and 3.. 5 was my least favorite and it really was just over all critiques. Like yes we got some good Buddie content but there was just also so much left out.

I really wanted to see the St. Louis conversation. The Chim Buck Conversation. The Eddie reaction to the BT break up.

I was told more then I was shown and I'm curious if it's just because we know the characters so much now we are supposed to interpret it? I think I'm just prepping myself for S6 expectations. Thanks for any insight!!

Hi dear Nonnie! Thank you for the lovely title, I kinda love it, though I have no idea whether I actually get to claim it. I will do my best for you, though! *hugs*

So the biggest change is that in s5, Tim Minear stepped away from being the main show runner for 911, he did this to more closely supervise 911 LS, but it's not like he's out of the picture completely. Instead of him, Kristen Reidel has stepped in to be the main show runner (though presumably she still answers to Tim if need be). She has been with the show since s1, she has been co-executive producer since back then and a full executive producer since s3. She has also written more than ten eps herself (the first one again going back to s1. She also wrote 205, which is when the team gives the verbal middle finger to what is clearly a reference to the homophobic Westboro Baptist "church", as well as 301, which gave us Eddie having Buck's key as canon, Buddie hugging, plus generally kick started the beloved tsunami arc. Maybe most importantly, she wrote 414, with the will reveal. Most recently, she wrote 503, which gave us Eddie breaking up with Ana, but first telling Buck about it, clearly showing Buck was the one who got Eddie to do it, as well as 517 and 518, which gave us Buck in the Diaz home, just being a natural part of whatever Eddie's going through). Lastly, she also directed eps 317 and 518.

I kinda went into details, because I do believe all of this means Kristen should have a pretty good grasp on what 911 wants to be, and what about it works. I do think she was thrown into rough circumstances, where she still had to navigate around covid issues (like Michael's actor being let go of because he refused to get vaccinated) in addition to having to build a season where a relatively big number of the actors for the show's loved characters weren't available to film (Maddie, Chim, Albert). I heard this is why Taylor's background in 507 and 509 was thrown in there, basically as filler since they were missing a lot of their cast. Though I still think that's a highly questionable decision (I would have much preferred it if they had used the extra time to delve into one of the more established characters), it did serve to better explain why Buck was willing to put up with a lot in that r/s. It showed him not exactly happy with some of Taylor's investigative ways in 507, but swallowing that down, and it also showed his fear of being abandoned dictating some of his actions in 509, plus let's not forget he's a naturally protective guy. Taylor in that ep def stirred that in him.

And I get it, I feel a bit cheated out of certain aspects as well. 911 might revisit them in the future, as it has done with some other issues in the past. I hope so. For example, we could still have a convo in s6 where Taylor is brought up and we get to see Eddie's glorious facial reactions, or hear what he has/had to say about the break up. All I'm saying is, given the obstacles in Kristen's way, then some of the shortcomings of s5 might be down to that. IDK what they'll do for s6, whether Tim will be back or what, but even if it is still Kristen at the helm, that doesn't necessarily mean you'll dislike s6. Not to mention, s5 def did deliver some things that fandom has wanted to see for a really long time, and even put Buck in the room! ;) I'm just saying, have heart. However you felt about s5 is legit, but s6 can still be a season you'll really love...

Hope this helps, Nonnie! Have a great day! xoxox

If you're looking for my ask replies, here is my ask tag! xoxox  

[raisin-shell]

What do you think happens if/when the boys fail at their specific task when they are in the hashi?

This is a glorious ask nonnie. I had some of my friends @nittleboo @turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl and @exovapor help with ideas and I’ve think we’ve come up with some really good ones that you’ll enjoy.

Firstly, the hashi in itself is enough punishment but should the boys fail….

Leonardo would take failure as the ultimate well… FAILURE. No one is harder on Leonardo than Leonardo himself. I think the whole “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” factor would absolutely crush him. His father’s disappointment would be more than enough additional punishment.

Raphael’s failure would be met with a one on one battle against his Sensei. Obviously this would give Raph some glimmer of hope in some sort of slice at redeeming himself. Alas the massive brute is no match for his master, failing yet again with too much eagerness learning a very valuable lesson… you don’t mess with papa rat and it’s best to not disappoint him either.

Donatello… oh Donnie. I hate to say it but he had THE HARDEST TASK. Having to balance on a plank on a ball, while playing ping pong with himself WHILST BEING SPUN AT HIGH SPEED. Sorry not sorry Donnie is a badass. Should the techy turtle puke or fall…. No lab, computer, or anything science until further notice. As in FAMILY TIME ONLY. Meditate on that Donnie boy.

Michelangelo’s additional punishment. Hmmm oh where do we begin huh? Video games? Nah. His drum set? Nope. How about his favorite pizza ordered every single night. But he’s not allowed to eat it. He’s only allowed to watch his brothers enjoy while he eats whatever healthy thought out meal daddy rat has planned out for him. That’s right. Bet you won’t cave again Mikey.

These ideas came from a blend of things that your common “teenager” would face as punishment to things grown men would face. It just depends on the guys specific interests. We all figured since the hashi was already excruciating physical punishment, the cost of failure should be an emotional one. Hope you enjoyed it nonnie and thank you for this ask!

[marvelousescapism]

ik its not a big deal but its so infuriating to me when ppl completely miss the point abt what made EG steve so bad which is that he literally does not act like steve and steve wouldnt have ever done all that in the first place. like stop doing all the 'steve needs to get whats coming for him for what he did' bs! the whole point is that realistically he wouldnt have even fucking considered doing any of it and any 'fix-it' that insinuates he wouldve is completely missing the point!

like its just my opinion but if you acknowledge anything abt EG steve as being a genuine part of steve rogers' whole arc over the years then youre not much better at understanding it than the shitty writers lmao. even if it was supposed to be character degradation its garbage character degradation bc it comes out of nowhere and serves no purpose therefore i genuinely just think nothing abt EG steve should be acknowledged just bc theres no way to make it make sense other than the imposter theory

so true nonny, it's not just about Steve leaving Bucky and everything that entails - Steve stopped being Steve in endgame the moment he shaved that glorious beard, and all hope was lost when he pulled out that ridiculous compass for no goddamn reason.

should've been a picture of Sam and Nat and Bucky goofing around in Wakanda in that compass. losing Sam and Bucky should have been his motivator. he should have been talking about Sam and Bucky in that therapy group with Gay Joe Russo. but I guess we can't have The Captain America imply that he cares about his ride-or-die male best friends more than a past potential female love interest! Disney is a nuclear family show!!! no found families allowed!!!

like, Steve was completely tamed and neutralized in Endgame. Steve goes to Tony once and asks "please can we make it so the snap never happened in the first place rather than bringing everyone back today please" and when Tony shoots that idea down Steve leaves with his tail behind his legs. like??? what happened to Plant Yourself Like A Tree, Steve???

don't even get me started about the bullshit elevator scene and "I can do this all day" / "yeah I know, I know". they honestly took an iconic scene showing just how badass Steve is and an iconic line that tells us so much about Steve's character and... laughed at them. laughed at him. laughed at people who love his character. I hate it here.

anyway, yeah, I often avoid post-Endgame fix-its nowadays (unless it's from a fic writer I know and like) because I'd rather just... pretend it doesn't exist at all. Endgame isn't canon, guys ✌

[mrsgiovanna]

Crimson (Dhampir! Don Giorno x Wife! Reader)

Those of you who have been here for a while would have suffered through my intermittent constant ramblings about scenarios in which Giorno's vampiric tendencies start to awaken. To the nonnies who requested this, here you go my loves.

TW: Blood mentions

Word Count: 2.4k

The sunshine felt glorious on your skin as you lounged next to the pool while Giorno completed a few more laps in the water before he was set to join you. Something felt amiss as you watched him aggressively swim in the huge body of water like a caged shark, but you attributed it to him needing to work off some of the stress of leading Passione. Finally satisfied with his efforts, he emerged from the pool, water clinging to his body and dripping from his hair, he would have looked like Neptune incarnate if it wasn’t for the angry red sunburn marring his otherwise flawless form.

“Gio, your skin looks so inflamed, let me help you,” he walked right past you, prompting you to follow him into the house. “My love, are you alright? Let me at least put something on you to…”

“Stop faffing, I’ll be fine, I think I just need some rest, you can go back to what you were doing,” snapped Giorno, in a harsher tone than he intended, in fact, he didn’t mean to be as short with you at all, and grimaced at his words, but he needed to get away from there as soon as he possibly could to not alarm you as this isn’t the first time he has experienced this, although, it is the first time it has happened in front of you.

You tried to hide your dejection at his behavior, you pulled on an oversized shirt, went inside and decided to work on some of your reports in the sunroom instead. Upstairs, in the bathroom of the master bedroom, stood Giorno in front of the golden-framed mirror. Before his ruby-tainted eyes, his burns had healed without him consciously summoning his stand… was it done subconsciously? His question remained unanswered, looking himself in the eyes, he realized that they still bore a crimson tinge to them. Dismissing it to simple chemical irritation, he took a cool shower and mulled over his exchange with you, growing ever more remorseful of how he dismissed your concern. Getting rid of the last bit remnants of water from his hair, he set out to find you to and apologize for his behavior.

Finding you bundled in the corner of the sunroom, musing over a few documents, Giorno just stood at the entrance admiring your beauty. You looked so cute wearing his shirt, the concentration furrowing your delicate brows and placing a pout on your lips.

“Tesoro? May I speak to you?” his voice was gentle, a far cry from the way he sounded before. You looked up from the documents you were working on and offered him a strained smile.

“Gio, I thought you wanted to rest for a bit…”

“I did bella, but that’s not important right now… I’m sorry… for the way I acted before, you were just showing your concern and I behaved like an idiot. Please forgive me…” walking towards you, he seated himself next to you.

“Well, you were very mean to me, but I’ll forgive you just this once… only because you asked so nicely, next time it won’t be so easy for you Don Giovanna,” you said with a smirk, breaking into a small giggle when he grimaced at the epithet.

“Come here bella- nice shirt by the way, it looks very familiar…”

“Oh, it’s just something I found lying around… you know what they say, finders’ keepers,” with a gentle smile at your remark, he peppered your face with soft kisses and made sure you got comfortable on his lap, so he could hold you while you worked, his mind though, was preoccupied with the events that occurred of late.

In the next few days both you and Giorno were busy with your respective tasks, and as much as you wanted to dismiss his distant demeanor on how busy you both were, you knew that he was uncharacteristically withdrawn from you. Giving him the space he needed, you met his aloofness with your usual calm kindness. Needing to discuss a few work-related issues with Giorno, you decided to go see him rather than wait for him to come home.

“(y/n)- bella, this is a nice surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?” he still had that charming velvety quality to his voice that made you feel, for a split second, like things were back to normal, but the strained way in which he kissed your cheek told you otherwise. He considered you for a moment, staring at you with his slightly reddened eyes.

“Are you wearing a new perfume?” inhaling the air around you sharply, he posed his question to you.

“No my love, it’s the same scent you like, the one I wear most often”

“Oh? You just smell so sweet, it’s wonderful,” Giorno’s words are muffled as he buries his nose into your neck and places a small kiss there, rigidly pulling away almost instantly, the red sheen becoming more pronounced in his eyes. Guarded, he stepped away from you and with a tense smile he completed what you needed from him.

“I’ll see you at home then,”

“Of course tesoro…” distracted, Giorno kissed your forehead and you left, determined to get to the bottom of what was plaguing him. You knew that his origins were obscure. He didn’t have much of a relationship with his mother and you both learned the truth about his father after meeting with Dr. Kujo to resolve a few matters which required Giorno’s assistance. Recalling the conversation, you remembered the sordid business with Dio and the stone mask. Your blood ran cold when you considered the idea that Giorno could be going through a transition of sorts… it wasn’t a pleasant thought to entertain, however, you couldn’t think of another reason for his odd behavior and changes in his features.

You knew it was a risky idea… you knew that if he overheard your conversations he’d be furious… but you had to seek help from the one man who had encountered the type of being that Giorno shared his DNA with. Hating having to hide this from the man you had previously shared every mundane detail of your day with, you pressed on, and within the week that had passed you had learned all there was to know about his condition without actually having an expert examine him. You had unfortunately hit a wall, all the while, despite your best efforts, the rift between you and Giorno had continued to widen.

You sat up in bed engaging in a long distance call with a tired-sounding Jotaro, at that ungodly hour-alone- confident that you would be falling asleep beside a cold pillow, just as you had for the past 3 nights. “Is there anything that can be done from where I am? Dr. Kujo, please… I know you may be apprehensive given the history, I can assure you that, if by some stroke of misfortune, anything were to go awry I have enough faith in my abilities to contain him, I…”

“It’s not that, I trust that he isn’t a threat, despite what he’s experiencing. The thing is, we have already shared every bit of information we have in our possession with you. Anything else will require you to come here, the foundation has experts and the technology available to at least assess Giorno to determine a way forward from there,”

“I’ll try to get…”

“Who are you talking to?” the temperature in the room suddenly dropped when you heard the cold manner in which your husband addressed you.

“Oh! Giorno… I can explain… Dr. Kujo, please forgive my rudeness, but may we continue this later, at a suitable time for you?”

“Of course,”

“Thank you, I’ll be in touch…” moving from one impossibly difficult conversation to another, you turned your attention to Giorno who was seething at the doorway across from you.

“Care to explain?” the expression on your husband’s face was so cold it forced you to silently avert your gaze to gather your composure.

“(y/n), I’m waiting…” his footsteps resounded with a sharp clatter as he walked into the room.

“Gio… I’m worried about you. You think I haven’t noticed but I can see that you’ve changed. I see you agonizing over this… transition… you’re going through. Please don’t shut me out,” weeks of unexpressed feelings pooled in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill out.

“(y/n) … this is something I have to do on my own, I… I don’t want to hurt you,” it was clear that Giorno did not want to have this conversation with you from his shaky disposition and the manner in which he spoke.

“What you’re doing right now is more hurtful than anything else! Watching you struggle like this, being so close to you, yet so far removed from each other,” emotions swirling uncontrolled, you choked out the words despite wanting to protect Giorno’s feelings.

“You don’t understand cara”

“Then make me understand, damn it Giorno!”

“Ahh! you think I don’t know what’s happening to me? I’ve been doing my own research as well. I know what my father was… I knowwhat I’m turning into! We both know… and you… the scent of you drives me insane. Rather than hurting you, I chose to stay away from you!” For a moment after his outburst, all you heard was silence save for the sound of Giorno’s breathing and your own heart pounding in your ears.

“You’re not him Gio, you never will be like him. and if your bloodlust is doing this to you, then please just let me help you… I’m your wife, if I can’t do this for you, who will?!”

“No! I won’t allow it. Will I even be human if I did? No… I can’t, and if I hurt you I’ll never forgive myself,”

“Gio, caro, I trust you entirely, I know you wouldn’t go too far, and if by some stroke of bad luck, you do, you can always use your stand ability to replace what was lost. I can’t stand seeing you like this… I love you so much… so please, if you need to… then do it, I’ll be okay,”

You saw the doubt flicker in his glossy eyes as he considered your argument. Inching closer towards him, you extend your hand to cup his cheek, cherishing the feeling of his faintly stubbled skin against your soft hand. He puts his hand over yours, leaning into your touch, he places a soft kiss into your palm. After craving your touch for so long, this felt heavenly to him, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to let you go again after this. You picked up on his yearning, as it matched your own, and gently coaxed his face towards yours, kissing him gently at first, and then surrendering to your urges as Giorno hungrily deepened the kiss, burying his fingers into your hair. When he broke away, his gaze was intense, but marred by doubt. He flicked your hair over your shoulder and gingerly traced the vein on your neck, his thumb gently caressing your silken skin.

Sensing his trepidation, you try to allay his fears, “It’s alright my love, I’m ready… I’ll be okay.” Your hands wrap around his back while his lips find your neck, small kisses were placed in the prime spot, turning into little licks and laps, until finally you felt the sharp sting of Giorno’s teeth sinking into the supple flesh with a low hum from him. After the initial pain, the sensation was unlike anything you have ever experienced before, a newfound intimacy that came from knowing you were helping him through something so intense.

After a few moments, his hunger was satiated- at last, the feral intensity disappearing from his eyes, his teeth retracting to the same level as the others, Giorno cradled you in his arms.

“Tesoro, are you alright?” his voice was tender, and it seemed that he had finally returned to his old self.

“I’m alright my love,” you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Giorno was overcome by a new wave of affection for you, watching you carefully, he lifted you up, despite your protests and carried you to bed.

“This will only hurt for second amore, but you will feel much better afterwards,” he explained as a familiar golden glow enveloped both you and him, slightly smarting the area that it healed until all evidence of the encounter had vanished. Clear eyes peered curiously into your own and were met with a relieved gaze- finally the crimson haze had cleared.

“How are you feeling my love? You look… different… calmer?” pushing yourself up on one arm, you sat up to face Giorno.

“I do feel calm, I feel like a spell has been lifted and I’m finally myself again…” anguish contorted the young don’s features as he thought back on the events that built up to that moment. “I’m so sorry, tesoro… I’ve treated you horribly over the past few weeks, there are no excuses, regardless of what was happening, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you… please forgive me,” unable to hold your gaze he just looked away dejectedly.

“Giorno… look at me…” you extended your arms towards him, gripping the sides of his face, gently turning him towards you. “We’re a team, we’ve fought against unimaginable things together, built an entire empire together, even changed the course of fate together… my point is that regardless of what you’re going through, it will never best us if handle it together,” offering you a tired smile, he grasped your hands in his and kissed them gently.

“You always know what to say… You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”

“Well, of course I’m amazing! Doesn’t hurt to hear it every once in a while though…” your laughter lightened the mood and tugged at the corners of Giorno’s full lips. Wordlessly, he climbed onto his side of the bed and motioned for you to take your place in his arms. It was the embrace that you both craved after the painful period of time you were estranged from each other. Hair still adorned with his triad of curls and still in his suit, Giorno fell asleep almost instantly after wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head under his chin.

Feeling as safe as you did, your exhaustion also weighed down your eyelids. You knew that the road would be a long one, but for now, the only thing that mattered was the fact that he was safe and happy, and you were in his embrace where you belonged. Relishing the warmth he radiated, you allowed yourself to drift into a peaceful slumber.

[autumnsnuggling]

“Wait here I’ll go run a bath” or “can I hold your hand?” For the drarry headcanons!!

Hi Nonnie! Okay, so, this is not a headcanon, but this sprang into my head! Hope you enjoy. Thanks to @rockmarina for the beta! No warnings other than strong language, just figuring out life after the war :)

It was stupid. So fucking stupid. And yet it was true.

He, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, was on the verge of tears thanks to a fucking muggle play! 

Okay, fine, the fact that it was muggle wasn’t a big deal anymore, and maybe he’d been curious about muggle things for a while now, but still! It was the principle of it. He was a Malfoy, for Morgana’s sake! A member of a once well revered, esteemed—even feared family. He was supposed to be above the atrocities that plebeians called ‘emotions’, and yet here he was, allowing some confounded nonsense called The Lion King to make him weep! Thank Merlin his father wouldn’t hear about this.

It was all Professor O’Neill’s fault. If she hadn’t insisted on taking them to a performance of the bloody thing for Muggle Studies, he would have continued on merrily through life without ever watching Simba realise that the life he’d known had suddenly ended, the dreams he’d planned to make reality with relative ease were unobtainable, and his world was now irreparably destroyed. 

But he had. 

And now he was a stupidly shivering wreck, fighting to hold back tears.

Stupid fucking play, he cursed silently, desperately staring anywhere but the stage. With its stupid fucking wooden animals, and stupid cunt fucking story.

But cursing didn’t drown out the chilling music chasing Simba from the pride-lands, and still Draco’s eyes stung. Re-evaluating the worn, faded carpet as a glorious runway to freedom, he forced a hard swallow, when it happened. Right beside him. Mere inches away. 

He sniffed.

Seconds stretched for centuries as Draco barely dared to breathe, waiting, listening, but no sound came. Slowly, the pounding of his heart slowed. But as a build-up to another ridiculously happy-clappy song began, unbidden, his eyes slipped sideways just in time to catch another decidedly wet sniffle shiver through that scrawny chest. His mouth fell open. 

Harry Potter, slayer of Moldy-Voldy himself, was crying—crying—over a stupid fucking muggle play.

Just like him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” 

Potter’s exhausted voice cut through the raucous cacophony of chatter and laughter that was the intermission, practically making him jump out of his skin.

“Wh—what? Er, I mean,” Draco cleared his throat, “I’ve absolutely no idea what you mean, Potter.” 

“You were staring at me,” Potter sighed, not even bothering to spare him a glance. “After Mufasa died. Which means you noticed I was upset. And you’ve always had something to say about everything I do, so, whatever it is, just get it over with,” he muttered bitterly, staring at his stupid knobbly knees. 

Of fucking course, Draco rolled his eyes. Of course Potter’s ginormous ego would convolute everything so that he was the centre of attention. How could he just assume that he—Draco, divine and sublime in every sense of the word—would have anything to say to him? Why would he have even noticed anything about him in the first place?! It was ridiculous. Preposterous! Utterly and completely—

“Can I hold your hand?”

Fuck.

In the instant it took Potter’s head to snap to him, Draco prayed to no less than 17 deities, twelve ancestors, and the soul of Albus Dumbledore himself for the ground to swallow him whole. But, as usual, either no one listened, or they unanimously decided to ignore him. Bastards.

“What?” Potter asked, after an excruciating century, finally sounding half-way alive.

“I said I have nothing planned, Potter!” he snapped frantically, brushing his trousers clean of imaginary lint with a little too much force than necessary. 

“No,” the Chosen Sod said slowly. “You asked if you could hold my hand.” Draco’s stomach churned sickeningly. “Why?”

But for once in his life, the ability to form words had apparently fucked off entirely. Realising he was gaping codfish-like under the searching gaze, he turned resolutely to the stage, cheeks flaming. But still, the prick watched him.

“If you have a problem, Potter,” he spat, fists clenching. But finally, with the dimming of the lights, the pillock reluctantly dropped his gaze, and Draco forced a very measured breath in an attempt to get his stupid shoulders to return to their normal level. 

He needn’t have bothered. 

As deafening applause assaulted his ears, hot, calloused fingers grasped his, slightly sweaty yet sure, as their owner stared directly ahead, jaw tight, breaths trembling. 

Staring at the bitten nails, Draco could barely swallow past the heart thumping in his throat as Potter adjusted in his seat and ignored him entirely. Yet as lush scenery morphed into a chilling, emaciated land, he knew the grip tightened slightly.

Breath stuttering in his chest, he dared squeeze back.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

If Jamie's call up is in doubt, it seems like Sam's also should be, since he had a character threaten that he would never play for the Nigerian national team, and that character returns in this episode coming up. Jamie's expression looks like someone who just found out or who just told someone he got called up, so it seems particularly cruel for him as a character to maybe assume he is being called up in this scene, and then get the rug pulled out from under him in front of *everyone*, like some kind of punishment for being too confident. The whole season has been working toward this moment, and so I can't believe they would knock him back down in this regard so close to the end. They've repeatedly made sure the audience knows he's been training extra and that he's exceeding what's being asked from him. Plus this is a great reason for his father angst to return the next episode, and a reason why his dad didn't go to the Man City game at home. Jamie's star is rising again, so he wants to attach himself.

Hiya, nonny!

Excellent point about Sam and Edwin Akufo – I hadn’t thought about that. Hm. Hmmm. The notion that Sam would get called up still feels very much like a given to me, but now that you’ve mentioned this, I’m starting to ponder the narrative possibilites and implications of Akufo following through on his threat. It’d be an unexpected sort of development for Sam, I feel, and one I’m in two minds about. On the one hand, it would be quite interesting to see him grapple with something directly related to football, but on the other, the very idea of Sam being disappointed! No! Say it isn’t so!  

Moving on to Jamie, I very much agree on the narrative building toward him fulfilling his football potential. We’ve been told repeatedly that if he could just get over his ego “sky’s the limit for [him]” and how he “still could be [the best]”, and given that we’ve seen him work so hard to do just that over the course of several seasons, I’d feel somewhat betrayed if the show didn’t make good on its promise. And by and large Ted Lasso is a show that does keep faith with its viewers; they do deliver on their promises, rather than subverting expectations just for twists and “excitement”. (I don’t mean to say they don’t subvert expectations, because they do that a lot, but not in a ‘ha fooled ya!’ sort of way.)

So you know, I mostly do expect Jamie to end the series on a glorious rise, and getting called up for England would work very well with that – as you say, it’s rather late in the season to knock him back again (unless it’s the final obstacle to overcome before he fully claims his place as the next superstar in the final two episodes). The thing is, though, that I’m an anxious little soul with an eye always towards the many, many possibilities that exists within any given narrative, and so I… just worry. Like, maybe there’s a point to be made about him learning he doesn’t have to be the best, he can be just good enough at football and still matter and be valued and be loved. Maybe there’s a point about him finding out what life might offer him outside of football. (These potentially very wild notions are incidentally born out of me obsessively trying to make sense of vague things Phil has said in interviews; as such, the basis for them is tenuous at best.)

Neither of those possibilites precludes him being called up for England, and I don’t truly believe in either of them anyway, but because I can imagine the possibility, no matter how faint, I do worry. I’m a worrier. That said, I very much like your idea that Jamie playing for England is what piques Tartt Senior’s interest again; it’d make for a beautiful Manchester episode next week. (I’m working on the assumption that tomorrow’s episode is not the Manchester episode, since it seems difficult for the team to both be away on international break and play a match in Manchester.)

(Now, we don’t know that Jamie being called up is even a possibility, because we don’t know what the international break is for. Could be the Africa Cup of Nations, and we’ll see the likes of Sam and Babatunde going home to play for Nigeria? Could be something else entirely. Maybe.)