#I MAY BE GIVING MIXED SIGNALS ABOUT WHAT THOSE NEEDS ARE

[helianskies]

kid you not my right hand is going thru it rn not only the cyst and recurring pain but the other day i trapped my palm while taking down a washing line so have bruised and taken out a lil chunk of skin so that entire side of my palm is sore to the touch and now i have been BITTEN. TWICE. ON THE SAME WRIST. AS THE CYST. AND NOT BY A SEXY VAMPIRE. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO EARN THIS TREATMENT, UNIVERSE? i dont just mean the vampire but maybe a lil bit of me kinda does actually just mean that idk

[intuitively-her]

You've been through many trials and tribulations that have only made you stronger! I'm getting specifically that you don't look like the things you've been through. From the outside, you actually look perfect, or your lifestyle does. People would never know the sacrifices it took for you to get here though. Most people wouldn't have even made it through some of the obstacles that you've faced. I also get the vibe that you're very reserved with your energy. Kinda like you don't speak unless spoken to. Not in a bad way though. You could be an ambivert. ENTJ? INFJ? You don't have to do the most to get attention, it comes natural to you. You know how to stand alone. Never been a "follow the leader" type. Your balance and stability are surprising as well. It could be because of your age. Or maybe you used to live a reckless lifestyle but managed to pull yourself out of it. I feel like you have a tendency to go ghost for awhile, but then randomly pop out on some new sh*t. People can never keep up with you. You're an enigma. It kinda frustrates people tbh.😂 On the flip side, you are very loving to those closest to you. You always trust yourself and follow your heart to wherever it leads you. You are your top priority and will always make sure your cup is full before giving to someone else. If your love is not being reciprocated, then you will simply leave. Your love is intense.❤️‍🔥 You could be a gift-giver or you enjoy doing acts of kindness. You always know what to do/say at the right moment. Lastly, your star qualities are VERY attractive to others.🤩 You're so humble about it too. You could be an influencer or have an active presence on social media. You have a lot of copycats and people that try to emulate your energy. It never really sticks though.

Confirmations: Confident, Intellectual, 777, Sarcastic, Smart-ass, Mixed signals, Intimidating, 1010, Charming, Promiscuous, Friendly, Competitive, Creative

You always find a way to turn your pain into power! It doesn't matter how many hardships you face, you never let it keep you down. You're always onto the next best thing. Always looking towards the future. Someone here likes to take solo-trips often or you enjoy hiking/being in nature. You often come up creative ideas or new ways to make money. Always willing to learn something new. That trait of yours is highly admired by your bosses/higher-ups. You work very well with others. When people work with you, it quite literally increases their luck and money flow. So be mindful of who you share that energy with. You are such a kind and loving individual, even at your lowest. Give yourself more credit boo!❤️ You're very committed to your self-improvement and personal goals no matter what you go through. That's something to be proud of.

Confirmations: Famous, Sexy voice, 111, Friendly, Funny, Someone here has a cat that is very clingy, 444, Pretty skin, Hermoine from Harry Potter, Elusive, Life of the party, Genuine, Beautiful, Seeing 8's everywhere, Someone here owns an exotic animal or you want one

You know how to transmute any negative energy/situation that is sent your way. You are an alchemist. This is my witchy pile.🔮 You like to play fair and see both sides in situations. Very unbiased. However, you'll also put a b*tch in their place if needed. Cause I'm getting that people like to come into your energy to test/bully you for some reason. But you shut that sh*t down real quick.✅ You may be very introverted, or you have this innocent/naive vibe to you. A lot of people blindly trust you. They know you would never try to cross them. You're a big risk taker. You might do something unconventional for work. People love how you march to the beat of your drum always. You might spend a lot of time alone or you keep a close-knit group of friends. You're not afraid to stand alone whatsoever. Nobody can steal your happiness. That is what's most powerful about you.⭐

Confirmations: Genuine, 911, 818, Mysterious, Intoxicating, 717, Witch, Self-absorbed, Pretty eyes, 737, 777, Uptight, Predator, Intellectual, Elusive

You're more than what meets the eye. From the outside, you seem very shy or monotonous even. But you're a true gem baby.💎Your charisma and charm is one of a kind. You stand out without even realizing it. Your wit and sarcasm is very attractive. You have a very unbothered vibe to you. In your own lane, and outta the mix. It makes me think of "Daria". You might go ghost pretty often. You're very big on self-care and your alone time. On the go a lot. ✈️People feel like they can't get ahold of you anymore. You're very focused on self these days. Me vs. me kinda energy. You're a natural creator. Very artistic and out of the box. You might've been this way since childhood. You're often the topic of discussion to those around you. People really enjoy having you around, whether you know this or not. You're a sweetheart once you truly open up. People feel lucky that they took the time to get to know you. You're a true friend.🩷

Confirmations: Clingy, 111, Wife, Light skin tone, 222, One night stand, Player, 999, Mixed signals, Addict, Psychic, Lazy, Outgoing, Eccentric

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I missed you guyss xx!!🩷🩷🩷

[amiaclone]

hiii, can I request a fluffy and angsty college au of jealous Semi(player 380) x reader like where the reader is younger than Semi and has a crush on her for a long time. However, Semi rejects the reader’s confession or like doesn’t care abt the reader bcoz of her popularity or for other reasons (you may choose). Then, the reader starts spending time with someone else, which makes Semi(player 380) jealous and prompts her to try to win the reader back. Thank you so much in advance, and I love your writing!!!

Thank you! I’ll try mixing the two a bit cause it sounds interesting

Tw: angst ig? And maybe some

Cursing

Se mi x gn! Reader

College au

You sighed in the hallway tugging your books

Should you do it? Should you tell *her*?

Se mi your first and only ever crush maybe you were delusional I mean she was only like two years older then you but still! You have a chance

You were friends with her…..to an extent I mean

She stared at you for more then three minutes that one time! There was hope maybe-

“You aren’t thinking about Se mi again are you?”

Your friend piped up walking towards you seeing your sighing they could swear they saw hearts in your eyes

“Shh! She might hear you!” *You hushed them down they laughed a bit in amusement*

“Y/n no offense or anything but you make it so obvious you stare at her all the time you stumble and stutter when she asks you simple questions you’re just….” *She looked at you up and down* “A mess.”

You rolled your eyes “Well no help from *you* I’m finally gonna confess to her!” *Their eyes widened a bit like they were just told the most unbelievable news then erupted into laughter* “Your humorous…y/n”

You rolled your eyes ready to give a glare then they punched your shoulder “I’m just messing I’m just glad you’re *finally* going for it how long has it been since you’ve liked her?” *You pondered in thought taking it seriously* “Eight years?” *F/n gave you a thumbs up* “Then why don’t you give her……eight roses, to show her how long you liked her?”

You smiled at the idea “Genius……what if she doesn’t accept?” *Your friend immediately covered your mouth* “Don’t you DARE start thinking about that stuff listen here y/n you’re gonna go up and confess…..when exactly?”

You shook her off “Ok ok! I’ll do it this afternoon where am I gonna get the roses?” *They gave you finger guns* “I’ve got you covered babe.”

Just as they said that the bells ringed signalling time for class i waved back with a knowing look and head to chemistry

Ahh chemistry

Se mi was in that class!

You headed in and there Se mi was leaning on her seat hanging around most of her friends

Well half were just people wanting to be her friend but honestly you couldn’t blame them Se mi was well…..there was a lot of things you could say about her

For one she was extremely pretty…..she was awesome at well everything even the stuff she was bad at and she was popular but not mean…

Lucky for you, you were seatmates! Which is why you’ve gotten somewhat close…..in your eyes anyway you often wonder what those pretty eyes of her see you as

The other students headed off to do there own business and the teacher was heading in soon so you smiled at Se mi and she smiled back

“Hey y/n what’s up?”

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies by her simply acknowledging your existence

“Hey Se mi you….busy later?”

She pondered in thought as if she was thinking deeply then she smirked

“Messing I’m not really do anything why, you need something?”

You felt nervous but you already went front you can’t go back “Can we meet at the backyard later? Yk….nothing bad or anything”

She twirled a bit of her hair

“Sure why not”

“Alright class!”

That sound cued you both to take your seats she winked at you and class begun

*Time skip to where you meet up with your friend*

Your heart began to race heavily time was getting nearer you really weren’t sure if you wanted to do this….

Your friend noticed your shaky behaviour and shook their head “Hey, you don’t have to do this….except you’re definitely gonna regret it if you back out now.”

You shook your head “I’m fine. I just…need some….did you get the roses?” *Your friend winked playfully and handed them out to you*

“Thank you” *You stared at the eight roses for how long you’ve liked her….wow you really have liked her too long huh*

“What time is it now?” *You spoke out of the blue your friend pondered in thought* “Some time between the afternoon definitely” *Panic began to erupt in you* “Shoot! I asked Se mi to meet up with me around this time I’ve gotta go!”

You ran out before your friend could even comprehend what happened

You reached the backyard of the school and Se mi…wasn’t there? That relieved you for a second….maybe it was early?

You realised your phone was in your pocket so you checked the time and it was……”3pm?”

You noticed Se mi walking with some of her friends and you instantly hid the roses behind your back while walking up to her

“Hey Se mi…could you excuse us for a bit?” *You tried to ask her friends nicely a load of them seemed confused or irritated but they shrugged off and walked off Se mi quirked an eyebrow*

“Um Se mi remember i asked you to meet up? It’s okay if you forgot! Was asking”

Se mi looked confused then realisation came upon her and laughed a bit

“Oh yeah i forgot about that….sorry about it can’t be that serious though like you said what is it?”

It honestly kinda hurt you even though you told her it didn’t when she said she forgot but whatever…..”Um well….” *You handed her the roses and she stopped staring at them* “I’ve liked you for…..eight years. I’m not good with romantic lines so….i just want you to know if you….perhaps feel the same way?”

Se mi then sighed thinking and pacing “Fuck y/n this is….kinda..you’ve liked me that long?” *You nodded almost shamefully* “This is….kinda awkward i…..I’m sorry but i…..you…I’ll be upfront cause i trust you but I don’t feel the same way”

If your heart could it would have shattered in the moment but you just stood there your brain was screaming with random things you couldn’t make out “Oh….” “I’m sorry…”

You forced a smile “No it’s okay we can still be friends i hope….right?”

She smiled back “Yeah I don’t let things like this get awkward with friendships welll see ya later…I hope you’re okay these roses are pretty though”

The two of you walked separate ways and just as she led the tears threatened to spill you felt like a fool a dummy a stalker all bad things and you couldn’t get them out of your head

You met up with your friend who was ready to cheer excitedly then noticed your gloomy behaviour

“Oh no babe….that happened I’m sorry-“ *The second you reached to her you began to sob uncontrollably. You felt like a crybaby that you couldn’t just take it well maybe then she would have liked you….*

Your friend walked you back to you and their dorm and gave you a bunch of blankets and tissues and whatever else you like

“I’ll…give you some time.”

You lied down in bed and processed everything i mean it’s not like she humiliated you or anything it’s just…….i mean what were you expecting honestly? “Now she probably thinks I’m a freak for liking her that long….” *You couldn’t help but say and think these things are true i mean what if they are?!*

Eventually you got worned out and passed in a blissful sleep

Eventually once you woke up you felt a sudden dread…..why?

Oh yeah your crush rejected you

And that you had to face her today

I mean you said it right? You don’t wanna make it awkward honestly you regret saying that maybe avoiding her was better….

You honestly didn’t know

*As you got up and brushed your teeth and hair and got ready your friend was tying their shoes and went up to you*

“Heyy y/n….you doing okay?”

*You simply stared at them and they got the hint were you supposed to be okay?*

“So…do you plan on talking to her?”

*You sighed*

“I mean I told her it was fine so….i don’t wanna make it awkward so i might as well try to act like I’m fine”

*Your friend stared in empathy*

“Well…I’m sure after this day you’ll be fine…it’s just a day right?”

You sighed and forced a small smile

“You’re right”

You headed out and even if people weren’t it felt like people were staring at you…is it anxiety is it real? You didn’t know and that made you even more scared….

Luckily one of your later classes were with se mi so you had all day to prepare to see her which you did

*Time skip to your second or third class*

It was time. You were gonna see Se mi

You took a breath and walked into class trying to seem as normal as possible and there was Se mi

Leaning on the chair just talking to her friends she noticed you and smiled like usual

“Hey y/n we were just talking about the teacher giving us an extra strict lecture….teachers sure are funny”

You force a smile you didn’t wanna make things awkward she didn’t deserve that

“Really? Wow they probably just want us to learn…”

Se mi snorted a bit and talked to you as if yesterday never happened….

It sorta relieved but upsetted you at the same time like wow it hit hard

She really doesn’t like you back. A truth you finally have it fully hit

After some time the teacher came in and you sat next to Se mi you’d normally be thrilled to be seatmates with her but right now? You don’t feel like you’re ready to face her….

*Another time skip I’ll just make it short*

The day was mainly just you trying to make se mi know or atleast think things were cool between you two eventually the day ended and you felt drained and you barely did anything

You layed down in bed thankfully tomorrow was a weekend most people would leave to visit families you planned on staying you can use this to relax all day

Eventually that day came by and well you were a mess

You groaned as your friend turned on the lights in your face

“Oh come on y/n that’s enough petting! It’s been two days you have to be strong now”

You only stared at her blankly

“Well what am i supposed to do? Get over it?”

You friend pondered like what if they were about to say was bad “Well you could you know get over it..”

You sighed “Well obviously I should but….i loved her….”

Your friend had a small pitied look

“Well…there’s plenty of people around I don’t know try making a new friend or something…”

You sighed then got up as if you suddenly got a burst of energy “Okay”

You got ready and headed out and went outside in the backyard and a student happened to be sitting on your usual spot

You mentally decided this was the perfect time to make a friend! Who knows maybe something else could happen….

“Hey this is my usual spot nobody usually goes around here….names y/n”

The person shot there head up “I don’t see your name on it.” *they smirk a bit jokingly*

You scoff smiling a bit “I basically claimed it please….you got a name?”

They smiled “I’ll let you guess starts with A ends with Z”

Se mi’s pov

Se mi just left her dorm ready to do whatever she wants in her free time

Her mind wandered to y/n oh y/n…..was interesting

Se mi wondered why she was so interested in being around them….they confused her in a good way

Like she felt like she missed something rejecting them and still wanted them around her? Usually if she rejected someone she’d atleast distance herself a bit for their sake

But for y/n? She wanted them around even more…..strange

Speaking of y/n wonder where they are anyway….might catch up a bit she was worried where they were yesterday

Just as she thought that while heading outside she saw y/n! And…..some person she’s never seen

She wouldn’t have been bothered if it seemed like the two or atleast the other person was…..flirting?

Wait why is she bothered! Y/n is free to do whatever they want!

But….eh whatever

She headed over anyways

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

The two turned to Se mi

Y/n laughed a bit “Uh hey Se mi this is….a new student”

“Hey! I just said I’ve been here awhile i just didn’t talk much to others”

Y/n rolled your eyes playfully Se mi quirked an eyebrow

“Well what classes are you in?”

She couldn’t help but question

“Clearly in none of yours” They laughed a bit”

Se mi tried not to frown she didn’t like this persons attitude

“Hey she asked you a question!” Y/n playfully giggled

Se mi tried to hold back whatever these feelings were “Hey so guys wanna hang out?” She mainly gestured it to y/n

Y/n nodded smiling while the other person shrugged giving a small smile

Oh boy

It’s been a week now and the two pair have gotten really close each time Se mi saw them her stomach twisted in a way she didn’t seem to get was she jealous? If so why? She rejected you why-

“Hey y/n” *Se mi approached them*

“Oh hey Se mi barely talked in awhile” *Y/n smiled while Se mi felt bad*

“Yeah it’s just that guy has…..what’s there name?”

“Won’t say it’s a joke of theirs!” *Y/n giggled a bit Se mis eye twitched*

“Yeah well have they ever said anything? Like about you know serious stuff just…….looking out for you”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow “Not sure it matters but there flirty a lot but I’m assuming their jokes most of the time..”

Se mi deadpanned you “most?”

Your pov again

Se mi kept on backing you into a corner asking you questions about you and him you had enough

“Okay Se mi you’re acting weird just why are you so bothered?!”

“Cause I like you!”

Your heart paused

Se mi seemed confused by the words she said then had a serious look

“Yeah i do and I’m sorry it took me a simple jealousy fit to figure it out…”

You didn’t know what to say was this a dream all you did was kiss her

“Will that help you figure it out?”

She nodded smiling “I’m sorry for whatever pain i put you through”

“Shut up! I’m still thinking whether if this is a dream or not”

Soo the ending is kinda rushed but i hope it’s worth it also happy late new years!

[majimasleftasscheek]

Hihi! Do you have any minedai headcanons? (Idk how to write aAAAAA)

hmmm I had to give this a good think cuz I normally don't obsess about them too much (compared to a certain other pair lmao) but here's what I got 👀

*note! gonna be a mix of silly and more realistic ideas. my interpretation of minedai is pretty unserious

Daigo

genuinely enjoys mine's company, as uptight and neurotic it may be. because daigo was given the chairman position, a lot of people don't respect him other than mine so it's nice to hang out with someone who, despite being overly respectful, is kind to him. he feels a lot at ease with mine, able to be more himself n all that. it's not much but it means a lot to daigo

that said, he totally goes out in his casual clothes when able and is still very goth coded. Mine makes intense but silent notes about every little thing in those outfits and thinks it's very cute when there's little details like tiny skulls n things

likes to do go out spontaneously when he can and takes mine along. mine thinks something like that is way too dangerous for a chairman to be doing but daigo confides that he's not worried if mine is with him (with an ulterior motive to loosen the giant stick up mine's ass to get him to live a little). cue mine choking on his heart

I like the idea of daigo being oblivious to mine's obsessive behavior to an extent. he becomes so used to mine's quirks that he writes it off as oh he's just like that lol. but he's not wholly dumb to it. he'll be lowkey flirty and that's when mine's questions daigo's actions like "why is daigo smiling at me? is he sick? I should call an ambulance..."

genuinely has zero idea what type of things mine likes. tho daigo grew up in a bougie type of life and mine currently lives it, he can assume things like fine arts and fancy shit tho personally he removed himself from that sort of thing as he got older (to avoid being anything even close to his dad lol). comparatively, daigo lives more modestly so gift giving is up to guessing but mine accepts literally anything from him and frankly refuses to give him hints as not to place expectations accidentally

likes to spar with mine and was surprised to see that daigo was decently capable of protecting himself and finds his informal style of fighting very charming. he's seen daigo fight before, but it's a bit of a different intensity when it's just to two of them trying their hardest to impress

has a network of friends/allies like kiryu, kashiwagi, etc that mine keeps a closer than needed eye on. daigo does get frustrated that he has to explain he trusts these people wholly and it's often a point of contention between them

very much likes slow days when they can just chill with each other, however that may be. cuddling is prime even if mine gets mad hot and sweaty so daigo keeps a full body towel handy. it's not unusual for daigo to go out of his way to prod mine for reactions as it's the highlight of his day

Mine

definitely has a shrine dedicated to daigo. for funnies: has weird shit like used napkins, articles of hair, etc just funky stuff someone wildin' would keep. realistically I think he'd be a lil more modest - having photos and baubles, typical normie shrine shit

absolutely has a folder on his phone/computer of "selfies" with him and daigo. most of them are just regular photos you'd find in like newspapers, half of them are blurry as hell, and there's a few he's taken himself but poorly done because he did it under a table or something. and of course there's many photos of just daigo, doing all assortment of things from working hard to hardly working

he's caught by daigo occasionally but mine attributes his behavior to "trying to find better phone signal" as he aims it coincidentally at daigo's spikey heeled boots. even when they're together together, he still does this on the sly

insists on paying for everything whenever they're out but with enough convincing, he'll back down and internally melts when daigo tells him he's just happy to have his company. has a habit tho of "making up" for what he didn't pay for such as ordering lunches n things before daigo can refuse

obvs very violently protective of daigo tho avoids being so in front of him as much as possible. it's very common for someone who's spoken ill of daigo to get their ass beat or thrown into the Tokyo Bay some days later. has a network of people dedicated solely to routing out daigo haters

is often confided to by daigo about the stresses of running the clan and it takes a lot out of mine for him to not be cold and calculating with an answer. has had to learn sometimes people just want someone to listen

at first, mine thought such confiding was some limp dick shit but over time realized that daigo never wanted anything out of such confessions which is unexpected. to have someone be so trusting and vulnerable with him is incredibly valuable

would have "sounds of daigo talking about stuff" recorded and sleeps to it every night. be assured clips of daigo sneezing are in there too

if he was in dead souls, he would be going turbo murder throughout the city just to dent the population of zombies that could even potentially get a whiff of daigo's darkness allure™ cologne. if infected, I imagine he'd have the will to remain loyal cuz the power of simp compels him

[zevlovor]

Can I ask for your thoughts about how Zevlor would react to Tav accidentally saying you want to kiss him out loud while staring at his lips please?

Pairing: Zevlor x gn Reader Tav

Setting: The morning after you and Zevlor were shamelessly flirting the night away and he kissed your cheek goodnight.

_

Zevlor was going on and on about everything you needed to prepare for battle. Formations, weapons, equipment, medicine, spells, strategies, etc. You were *not* paying attention.

To what he was saying anyway.

His perched, supple lips had a way of moving that entranced you like an exotic dance. You admired the subtle wrinkle that dented the middle of his pouty bottom lip. What you wouldn't give to feel those lips against yours.

"I hope that covers everything, Tav. Actually, I don't think we went over everyone's prepared spells. Maybe if we-" He tilted his head at you. He noticed the vacant look in your gaze, as if in a trance. "My dear, are you alright?" His eyes swell with concern for you. You are sitting there, objectifying him, and all he can do is be *concerned* for you.

You come to your senses for a moment, "Me? Oh.. yes. Yes of course. Mostly thanks to you. I may have never gone to sleep if you didn't make me."

Zevlor raises a brow with a bit of a cheeky grin playing at those delicious lips, "Is that so? I am quite honored considering you don't strike me as someone who does what they are told." He lets out a hearty chuckle. You watch as his velvet rose-colored lips stretch into a charming grin. His mouth has complete control over you right now. You can't control what you say next.

"I would do anything you say for a kiss on the lips, honestly" you blurt. Your face heats up with embarassment, but you don't really regret it.

Zevlor is taken aback. He has turned down the advances of many suitors in favor of his duties. But you didn't seem to mind how dutiful he was. He couldn't deny the fact that he had been dreaming of kissing your lips for days. He has no idea how to respond, he tries not to lose his cool.

"I suppose I did tease you a bit with that kiss on the cheek last night," he admits. Although, from his perspective, he wasn't trying to tease you. He thought you were a worthy but young ally, and he only wanted to be a gentleman. You would prefer he stop being a gentleman right now.

"Zevlor, we didn't really discuss morale for battle strategy. I think I will fight much better if you..." your voice trails off as does your confidence. Zevlor can see how he's torturing you. He can't leave you hanging any longer.

"Tav..." his deep, soothing, husky voice caresses your ears. He takes your cheek in his large calloused hand and tilts his head, lowering his lips to meet yours.

He kisses you deeply, pressing his lips into you like you are water and he hasn't had a drink for weeks. You have no idea how long he's been wanting to do this.

You whimper as the kiss takes your breath away, closing your eyes and sinking into the sensation. He tastes like cinders mixed with honey, reminiscent of his hypnotic eyes. You can feel the heat of his skin and the pressure of his embrace as he pulls you closer to him with his other hand. He has a strong, firm, presence, but is alarmingly gentle for such a rugged man.

You couldn't help but slip your tongue into his mouth as he pulls away, just to signal that you will definitely be back for more. He goes silent and looks at you with eyes of a nervous puppy, awkwardly stammering, "Th-that was.. truly wonderful, Tav."

You smile at him confidently. He is so cute when he's flustered. "Now that was a kiss for good luck. Should we both survive, we can pick up where we left off tonight..." you flash him a playful grin. Zevlors eyes widen at your invitation. He quickly comes up with a smooth response.

"We'll have to wait and see if you can still do what you're told then, darling." Zevlor winks, your clear attraction for him growing his confidence. It isn't long before the others join the two of you, forcing you both to remain professional once again. It's almost time to face the music and save the Grove.

Zevlor fights only for his people or his values. Today, he will be fighting for you.

END

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Thank you for this ask, anon!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I wanted to post a little something for you guys today. For those of you who celebrate any holidays this season, I wish you a happy one. Having all of you as followers and friends in this lovely little community was the best gift I could have hoped for 🫶

And soon, very soon I hope, I will be posting something other than straight fluff 🤭 it is just too fun to write 😘

Love you all 🫶

⚔️❤️‍🔥Krys❤️‍🔥⚔️

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I was thinking about the possibility of Killer finding a young Papyrus in a destroyed AU and taking him under his wing and I was thinking of possible reasons why he would do this, you know?

While he's with Color, I feel like, in his mind, it would feel as almost the only option. Well, rescuing him that is, not taking care of him after. But, anyway, that's what Color would do and what Color would want him to do, and, while Killer is the type to test limits, he's also desperate for the approval of those he feels are in charge (which isn't exactly the case with Color, but their whole thing is rather complicated).

That said, I think while with Color the rescue is where their interactions would stop. Color would probably help him find someone more suited to take care of young Papyrus in the Omega Timeline, and Killer isn't the type to get attached so easily so he'd be happy to let go.

Now, while he's living under Nightmare is a different story.

Mostly because, under Nightmare, his directive is not to kill anyone. Dead people don't suffer after all. But also, a universe that is almost entirely empty is pointless for the God, so he may want to get rid of that one to free up some space.

So, imagine Killer sneaks this Papyrus into the castle behind Nightmare's back and, at first, it is entirely because my guy is following the Nightmare directive: no killing unless Nightmare specifically approves of it. Going behind Nightmare's back was less intentional and more of a result of Nightmare not caring/paying very little attention to someone as hopeful as Papyrus.

Once at the castle, keeping Papy hidden and protected feels like the only way to keep respecting the no killing directive, whether it's an extended Bad Sanses situation or not. 'Cause Nightmare would lose his mind if he found out that Killer is smuggling people behind his back and he has fits of violent rage when that happens. And he doesn't think when he's angry (and, of course, Killer's the one paying the consequences for whatever he ends up doing, so no thanks). And if Dust is there, having a Papyrus anywhere near him is just a bad idea.

It would also be interesting to see how exactly Killer goes about taking care of Papy. Because, to me, in his mind he would soon start to see Papy as just either one of his cats or one of his weapons who need routine maintenance and little else. Which would be a terrible existence for the poor guy, because I don't think that Killer would be the type to talk with those much...

That does feel like Stage 2’s mindset, yes. Especially when serving Nightmare. I feel like Killer be widely torn in all directions on what to do with Papyrus under Nightmare—his instincts, feelings, and orders all sending him mixed signals.

Feelings from Stage 1–the internal horror and impeding dread, the horrific guilt and shame, yet still the selfish desire for something familiar, to try and wash away some of his sins.

His orders from Nightmare not to kill, and yet his training from Chara dictating that he kill Papyrus. He training to be attuned to Chara’s needs and wants paired with the same lingering attachment he had with Chara making him feel compelled to care for the child and basically become a doormat—instinct to bend and mold himself to Papyrus’ will the exact same way he did with Chara.

The underlying fear and resentment of yet again finding himself at the whims of a damn child that fuels Stage 3. The constant reminders that isn’t just any child, or a Chara, but a Papyrus—his biggest enemy. The one he has to kill. Impending dread of what’ll happen if he keeps trying to resist, what’ll happen if he does give in.

I’d imagine taking care of a Papyrus under Nightmare will send his Stages into a whirlwind of conflicting desires—and he’d be torn between wanting to escape and hide away from it all, but knowing he has to be present, because who knows what’ll happen if he switches into another Stage.

He wouldn’t be able to attach himself to the kid in this environment, he’d actively keep himself distant and detached, would probably avoid trying to be in higher Stages around him—and as a result, the kiddo would likely feel like Killer isn’t really..all there? Aware? He may even feel dehumanized on some level, as if a robot is taking care of him than anything real—even if this robot is being very meticulous and isn’t hurting him. Yet.

Perhaps Papyrus would feel the need to tread carefully, but may also feel a sense of safety and being seen while with Killer—he always seems to know what he wants and what he needs before Papyrus himself does. But I’d imagine he’d very confused between the “good, sad” brother (Stage 1) and the “cold, robot” brother (Stage 2.)

He has all sorts of ideas of what could happen if the kid is caught—he knows because he’s often the one doing it all, with eyes watching his every move, body acting on autopilot. He won’t sugar coat it either—he’d make it very clear to Papyrus what is likely to happen to him if he is ever seen, caught, heard. If he doesn’t listen to and follow Killer’s orders.

But ultimately I don’t think Stage 1 would want Papyrus there. With Nightmare. Even if a part of him selfishly doesn’t want to part with him either.

He can’t afford attachments, he can’t afford having more responsibilities, more burdens and drains on resources—and he will also feel guilty for thinking of his little brother like that, but he doesn’t feel he can control those thoughts. To him, the second he brought this kid within reach of himself, he’s already sealed his fate.

Nightmare wouldn’t hurt or kill this child. He’d have Killer do it. And Killer could never think to say no when he’s “like that”—even when he hesitates, and something seems..off.

Papyrus will die, he thinks. Every other Papyrus has—usually by his own hands, as he watches from behind his eyes (st1) or from a 3rd person view (st2). But maybe some small part of him, a flickering light, would want to try. Keep the kid alive until a better option is available out of the castle—even if it means dumping the kid in some neutral AU with some clothes and weapons and coin. Becoming a little faint memory in the kid’s mind, or better yet, forgotten entirely. Finding him a better brother.

(Imagine Stage 1 giving little Papyrus tips on how to handle and behave around him when he’s “like that.” Something about how he won’t hurt Papyrus, not unless “the bad man tells him to,” and to stay safe he must hide away from the bad man.)

Things will likely be different in his Good Ending though, where he’s away from Nightmare and has Color’s support and help. I think it’s in this ending where Killer would have a harder time letting go. In all this new, Stage 1 wants to cling to something familiar. Something grounding. Even if it’s painful.

If Killer is ultimately able to maintain the care for the child, would probably differ based on interpretation, adequate care and support, and how far along he is in recovery.

But also..would he even be allowed to have a child? Given his history, if the Omega Timeline has something equivalent to the CPS or a foster system, would they have to evaluate him if he ever attempted to legally adopt the Papyrus? If he has to give the kid up anyway, would any adopted or fostering family even allow a known mass murdering terrorist visitation—supervised or not, rehabilitating or not?

Even if Killer ever wanted to become a parent or caretaker, he’d likely face heavy scrutiny and judgment during and after the whole thing. Maybe some brave souls would even try to step in and remove the kid themselves.

[aboutescapism]

enjoy the silence II | ao’nung.

ao’nung x fem!sully!reader

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synopsis: Ao’nung’s words had hurt you, but his contradictory actions hurt you more. You realize your mistake in your idea that you’d be a good match, but it may have already cost you your life.

genre: angst.

contains: more pining from reader, mixed signals, ilu riding. mentions of near death experience, suffocation, overwhelming feelings. ao’nung literally being so confusing. requited love after all?

a/n: welcome to the second installment of enjoy the silence! the first part ended up being posted two days earlier than expected (the last time i ever schedule a post) and still needed scenes added but, i’m so happy you all loved it so much anyway! i tagged everyone who asked to be tagged. thank you guys so much for the support!

The morning after Ao’nung had said those things to you by the shore came quickly. After he had stalked off, you went back to your mauri, purposely taking the long way home to be with your thoughts for a while. Did you read his signs wrong? Was he even giving any signs to begin with? Or had you been clouded with the illusion of being a perfect pair that you hadn’t even considered how Ao’nung felt?

Your siblings could feel your slight sadness when you arrived back, but no one had questioned it much, save for a few, “Feelin’ alright?”s from your father. Moving to Awa’atlu had affected everyone, they had felt the overwhelming ache of homesickness every once in a while, they understood you were feeling down. If only they knew, your once source of happiness was now your source of distress.

Despite that, you weren’t angry with Ao’nung. Not at all. You understood where he was coming from completely. As the future Olo’eyktan, he needs to protect his people. That means protecting them from humans, and your family had brought that threat. If anything, it’s natural for him to be hostile towards you. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. But you were resilient.

You just had to prove to him you were more than what was running in your veins. 

Today, like the past few days, was filled with training. Ao’nung was paired up with you, again. You felt uneasy at first, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable with you. He gave Tsireya a look, almost begging to switch partners. She only rolled her eyes and smiled when you reached them.

He must’ve told her how he felt about you, or maybe she had heard his harsh words to you last night. Either way, you’re sure she smacked him upside the head for upsetting you. Tsireya took a genuine liking to you, and she may or may not have been doubling her efforts in winning over the Sully family due to her liking of Lo'ak. 

Once all together in the shallow water, Ao’nung began to call to the Ilu. Almost immediately, they swam up and circled him. It was mesmerizing, watching him call them so effortlessly, how they swam up to him so fondly. 

“These are Ilu. If you want to live here, you have to ride,” he explained. You were excited, you had little trouble claiming your Ikran, surely this is no different.

Ao’nung faced you, pointing, “the demon girl will go first.” Your eyes widened, suddenly intimidated. But, you had to show him you weren’t just some forest girl with five fingers.  

You swam up to an Ilu, petting it. It clicked at you, nudging you affectionately. This creature was so gentle, so sweet to you. Your Ikran was nothing but the opposite when you claimed it; squawking loudly, attempting to throw you over the edge of the cliff. You gained some confidence from its gentle demeanor, and climbed on top. Tsireya and Ao’nung swam up beside to keep the Ilu still and allow you to make a bond. 

“Make the bond, and hold here,” Tsireya gestured to the handle. You pulled your queue from behind you, bare, pink nerves ready to make a connection. You took a deep breath and made the bond with your Ilu. Suddenly, you felt its being as whole, as a part of you. You felt its breath, its fins, how strong it is, how eager it was to swim with a new driver. 

“Breathe from here, remember. Hold your breath when you dive, the Ilu is fast. But it will know when to go back up for air. It feels you, you feel it,” Ao’nung placed his hand on your upper stomach like he had done when training your breathing. You gasped quietly, not expecting such a gentle, forward gesture from him. Especially not after last night’s exchange.

Your golden eyes made contact with his, your brows furrowed in confusion. Hadn’t he just reprimanded you for just merely existing? Now he was touching you so delicately, like you’d break from too much pressure. Had last night really just been a bit? Just a teasing joke? Maybe he didn’t hate you after all? 

His mixed signals made you feel fuzzy, your brain suddenly so confused. The Ilu felt it, too, and began to thrash around from the uncertainty you felt at Ao’nung’s touch. He removed his hand from you, much to your disappointment, to calm the Ilu back down to stillness. 

You shook the thoughts about him out of your head, you had to focus. “I’m ready, I can do this.”

“Start slow, don’t hurt yourself,” Ao’nung’s tone was firm, but worried. Perhaps he did care for you.

You took another deep breath, and went off into the water. 

You started slow, like Ao’nung instructed, getting comfortable with being pulled through the water by the Ilu. Gradually you sped up, gliding through the reef with ease.

The rush of adrenaline that flowed through you only made you more and more confident. The beautiful reef had you hypnotized, you felt so much while being wished around the glowy underwater plants and animals. The swirl of colors dizzied you in only the best way, leaving you in awe.

You reached a hand out to brush against the foliage as you flew past it. It was so soft to the touch. It only reminded you of Ao'nung's.

What he said greatly hurt you, joke or not. The contrast of his words then and now was so confounding to you. And with the thought of him back in your mind, you became tense, now losing your focus. You lost your balance on the Ilu along with your secure grip.

This thrashed you around some, but you could regain your composure. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult.

You underestimated the force of the water. Your grip on the Ilu faltered more with the ever growing speed. You couldn’t keep up, the pressure was too much. The rush of the water was now pulling you back, straining your limbs. Dreadful fear filled you when you realized, inevitably you’d be knocked off and sent into waters you weren’t familiar with at all, with animals and creatures you’d never interacted with. 

You had underestimated the difficulty of riding an Ilu, just as you had underestimated Ao’nung’s impact on you. It was all too similar.

At first, you’d been confident and blinded by excitement. Excitement of meeting your seemingly perfect match. Excitement of trying something new. You weren’t careful, not assessing the situation completely before you dived in headfirst.

You didn’t take Ao’nung himself into account, how powerful his actions, his feelings are just as the water’s force is on your body now. Oh, how your impulsivity ricocheted back to you, but ten times stronger. Whiplash from Ao’nung’s mixed signals and the rush of the current you’re trying to push through. 

You had to let go, you realized. 

You had to let go of the Ilu before you hurt yourself. You had to let go of your delusional idea of yours and Ao’nung’s relationship before it drastically hurts you. Or him. You couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, in any way.

He didn’t feel the same, he never would. Spiraling down this idea would only complicate things more. You needed to let go.

With that, you took your grip off the Ilu, ripped from the back of the creature and sent off into the water. 

Your breath had begun to ran out and you were so far down, clouded with thoughts of needing air and needing Ao'nung. Neither would come to you soon enough.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of azure eyes caught sight of your descending figure before it was too late. He couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt. The thought alone was what was driving him to swim to you faster.

Ao'nung needed you, too.

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[ilovewritingsm]

Nerds♡

Pairing: male nerd insert × female reader

TW!! Contains: nsfw topics, rude reader, reader leads him on, p in v, unprotected, cunnilingus, fingering, nerd has a big dick, nerd is down bad 😭, very light angst, hurt/comfort, creampie, barely plot the I just wanted 2 write smut lol

The way he stares is almost creepy if he didn't look like such a lovesick puppy 24/7. He can barely speak to you, tumbling over his words as he asks for the simplest favor "D-do you have a uhm, pencil I could p-please borrow?". I mean, he's practically begging for attention, constantly stealing passing glances, hoping, praying you'll just give him a chance.

He's so cute. Why wouldn't you give him a chance?

Well, kinda. leading him on, doting on him having him do your work, he's just happy to spend time with you and be useful. You toy with him, giving him hugs everything you see him as a "friendly" gesture, ignoring the hardening feeling against your thigh (and the way he'd run off to the bathroom at the slightest touch from you), kissing his cheek when he does your paperwork as a "reward".

In his mind, you two are practically married. Though he does get the occasional reality check when he sees you with other men in your workplace.

Eventually he decides he's had enough he needs to get to the bottom of how you feel about him the mixed signals were confusing him and he can't stand to see another one of those stupid pathetic men stop by your desk. (Seriously, you could do better, girl..)

"Hey, c-can we talk, in private?" He manages to stutter out, "yea sure." You replied, your voice tinged with concern. He leads you to a more seculded part of the office one where if he were rejectedhe wouldn't have to face the scrutinizingstares of your coworker. "Do you, uhm, do you like me?" He mutters the last part to afraid to even look you in your eyes, fidgeting with his fingers. "What?" You ask partly because you can barely hear him and partly because you were shocked he managed to build the courage to finally ask you. "I asked if you like me? I feel like you do, but I keep seeing you talk to these other guys, and I.. I don't know.". You were so shocked and put on the spot that you couldn't even respond, "Can we talk about this later?"

The whole way home, he's near tears. It was obvious you didn't like him. You just said that to soften the blow. You were simply leading him on, but he was just stupid enough to believe you.

Meanwhile, you were trying to figure out if you actually even liked him. He was cute, he was clearly so in love with you, so infatuated. You thought back to the way he would look at you, and you felt your cheeks burn a little. The way he'd basically beg for your attention, how couldn't you like him???

The next day, you call him over, much to his suprise. A simple text to him not detailing much feeling it was better to tell him in person than over text "Can you come over, I want to talk.". He immediately hops in his car (after a long shower and brushing his teeth and putting on a decent outfit). He responds with a simple text back, "Omw".

Before long, you heard timid knocks at your front door. You answer the door and meet with him standing in front of you with a small nervous smile plasterd on his face. You take note of how he made himself look nicer, and it makes your heart flutter. "May I come in?" You quickly open the door wider, and he steps in with a small "thank you" so polite and sweet. And his nose is met with the almost overwhelming aroma of you.

"Do you want tea?" You ask pretending the tension in the air isn't looming over you. "Yes, please." He answers almost too quickly, ready for you to get this over with. You boil the water and pour you and your guest a cup, placing it down onto the small coffee table sat in your cozy living room. You sit down on the couch a comfortable distance from him. "I just wanted to start off by saying sorry for making you wait...I uhm, I'm also sorry for leading you on.." He knows you mean no harm. In fact, you are apologizing for it, but he'd be lying if he said hearing you actually say it out loud didn't hurt. "I like you. I like you a lot and I'm sorry-mm!" Before the words could fully leave your mouth, he had his mouth on your arms, pulling you in.

Though it was sudden it was welcome, you kissed him back with just as much passion and fever. It's a sloppy, drooly, loving mess of a kiss. It's pretty obvious he didn't have much experience in this. He pulls away, and you almost whine at the lack of contact. "I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to." He apologizes once again, tripping over his words, but before he could finish, you interject, "It's okay, I want to kiss you." He flushes a light shade of pink before nervously and a bit more calculatedly diving into the kiss again.

This time, he feels bold, he gently licks at the bottom of your lip, requesting entry, and you comply, opening your mouth for him. He eagerly and sloppily shoves his tongue in your mouth, nervously licking against your tongue, which elicits a small moan from you. He takes this as a sign to go further and picks up the pace more your tongue and gently pushing you into the couch.

You fall back easily, and your legs find their way around his waist, the tent in his pants so clearly visible you swear you could see the outline. He notices you staring and nervously covers himself. You giggle and move his hand away to get an eyeful to which he allows you to look at your face for any signs of a negative emotion, his features etched with concern. You look a little shocked by how thick it was. Sure, you'd felt it against your thigh more times than you could count (whenever you hugged him) , but that was nothing compared to seeing it.

He stares at you, concerned and nervous, "I-is something wrong?" He asks his voice slightly shaky, and you quickly responded "No no not at all. it's just...so big" You say a little breathless. He immediately hides his face to avoid you seeing him blushing like a little girl. You giggle and move his hands from his face, pulling him into another loving kiss.

The tea was now long forgotten about as he grinds into your thigh, teasing you. And all of a sudden your clothes are getting too hot and you need to strip. You start pulling off your shirt and he stares in awe as you bra-coverd breasts spring out from under your shirt once fully taken off. "M-may I?" He asks nervously while looking up at you and your respond with a breathless "Yes.". He immediately is pulling off your bra, albeit a bit slow due to inexperience but once it's finally off he gently gropes your chest looking at you for any signs of discomfort. You look back at him face contorted in pleasure as you arch you back and whine.

Before you know it, you're stripped down to your panties, and he's stripped to his underwear. You kind of stare 'jesus he was much more well built than you thought' to yourself, not bothering to hide your lingering gaze. He lays on your chest sloppily, suckling kissing and nipping at your nipples with the sound you whining his name over and over again, egging him on. He runs a hand down from your breast to your underwater and looks up at you for approval. To which you eagerly nod sucking in a breath of air.

He gently pulls your soaked panties down your legs, leaving a small trail of wetness down your thighs. He shakily rubs a finger along your slit and you gasp, his eyes darting up to your face as you look at him begging for more. He gently slips in one finger, easily, and you whine. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, being careful not to hurt or cause any discomfort. His thumb brushes over your clit with every gentle thrust.

"Please, more I need more." You manage to choke out, and he does as he's told adding another finger and you clench around it then he slightly repostions himself dropping to his knees and you look down at him awaiting whatever he has in mind. He gently licks at your clit his two fingers thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm. You moan his name loudly, begging him for anything and everything. He complies greedily suckling on you clit before adding another finger thrusting all three in and out of you.

Before you know it, you can feel the knot in your stomach tighten, and you start needily moaning his name over and over again like a mantra. He starts to speed up his movements wanting to please you. Then all at once you feel it snap, you squirt everywhere, in his mouth his chest your thighs his face and all he does is greedily lap at you drinking up as much as possible.

You try to catch your breath, your walls involuntarily clenching around his lanky fingers. "You okay?" He asks nervously, "Don't worry, I'm more than okay, you did so good. " You praise him gently, to which he smiles in response."Can you still like..uhm, you know?" He mutters, and you giggle at his nervousness. "Yes yea, I can, I think."

He stands up and slowly tugs at the waist band of his boxers, and he looks up at you, nervous. He finally drops his boxers and you look at him admiring him for a few seconds. Its cut with a pretty pink flushed tip and just large enough to test how far you can really stretch. "Jesus..."

"What?" He asks concerned "nothing it's just so fucking pretty." You say breathless as you sit up and grab his hand pulling him closer. "Can I?" You ask him gently, looking up at him."Yes, please." He answers quickly, eliciting a giggle from you. You take it into your hands, and you see him tense up. "Hmm..." You spit on it much to his suprise and embrassment before giving it a few tugs, and it takes him everything not to finish right then and there. "Can you?" You ask him expecting him to lead because you were a little nervous to take him.

He positions himself between your thighs and gently rubs the tip along your folds. You throw your head back in pleasure, and he quietly whines. "You're ready?" He mutters barely above a whisper "Yes yes I'm so ready, please just -" You're cut short when he inserts the tip, eliciting a small wail of pleasure. He slowly pushes into you gently until he's at the hilt, and he let's out a long, drawn-out groan before grabbing your thighs a bit roughly and pushing them to your chest. "Fuckkk." He moans, pushing himself deeper. He starts to slowly thrust in and out of you

"Please please please please-" was all you could moan out as he gently thrusted in and out of you "need you to relax a little it's t-tight" you blush and listen to him relaxing yourself. Then he begins to pick up the pace thrusting in and out of you at a medium pace "y-your so godamn pretty hmph- God you don't know how bad I've wanted this" He mumbles into your ear "so tight just- fuck- like I thought you'd be." He says like a pathetic loser.

He speeds up his thrusts, and you're singing his name over and over and over and over, adding to the lewd symphony of flesh on flesh and the wet noises. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, tightening up around him and whining louder. And he gets closer to, getting uncharacteristic rough, shoving your knees to your chest, pistioning in and out of you with reckless abandon.

You can't hold any longer. Everything is too much as it all comes crashing down at once when you scream his name, gripping his arms so tight your nails could draw blood. He groans loudly as you tighten around him, and he opts to grind into you, his thighs grinding into the plush of your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you finish. He whines and gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling inside, you filling you up.

You both lie there for a few seconds, catching your breath. "Thank you so much." He mutters, burying his face into your neck. You giggle. "Thank you." you reply in a breathless and tired tone. You cuddle up to him, enjoying his presence.

After a few more minutes, he gently let's go of you, and you frown at the loss of warmth. "Uhm, where are your washcloths?" He asks politely a juxtaposition to the rough way he was pinning your knees to your chest less than 30 minutes ago. "They're in my linen closet, right there." You say pointing a finger to the linen closet left of your living room. He stands and grabs one before wetting it with warm water and squeezing it out and returning to your side. He rubs the mess off of your thighs gently, and you whine quietly, still extremely sensitive.

After cleaning most of it off he grabs your hand gently helping you stand up with shaky legs. "Sorry.." He mumbles referring to your weak and sore legs. "Yea a little rough pinning them to my chest." You say jokingly and he immediately apologizes but you reassure him as you both shakily make your way to the bathroom.

He turns on the shower and hops in with you. The water is warm, soothing your sore muscles, and you relax into him as he holds you. He helps you wash up, rubbing the soapy washcloth down your back and neck, helping you wind down. You return the favor washing his back as well.

Once you both step out, the need to sleep over takes you. You both dry off, and he goes into the living room to grab his clothes, but you stop him before he can. "You can't sleep in those clothes they're way too uncomfortable." You say concern etched into your features. He smiles before responding "Well I'm not sleeping in them after all, I can't drive home naked." You frown slightly. "Drive home?" You repeat "yea I need to go home. I can't stay over." He replied, slightly confused. "Why are you busy with something?" You ask. "Well, not really, I just figured you wanted me to go." He says a little timid you look up at him befuddled. "What no, of course not I want you to stay," you say, holding onto his hand. He smiles and looks at you.

You both manage to find clothes to wear out of your closet and then lay down. His hands find their way around you, and you hold him tight. "I'm happy you came over tonight..." You whisper quietly. "I'm happy too." He responds before burying his face into your neck. "Goodnight, I love you." The words slip past his lips so easily that it's like he's said it a million times before, your heart tightens in your chest and you squeeze him tighter.

"I love you too."

Writers note: let me know if yall want more like inserts/oc's also if you guys prefer hc's or fics. I'm not the best at writing smut but I'm trying 😭 constructive criticism is welcome!! (Also I'm not sure if it's fully proof read just know I tried my best)

Edit: I fixed most of the typos and tried to make it a little less...graphic? Lol, also, I'm SO sorry I forgot to give a tw for the creampie sorry if that bothered anyone, but it's in the tw's now!! And if u made it this far and enjoyed it please consider a reblog currently trying 2 grow this blog :3

[rafesfavoritegirl]

where currents collide

chapter 3: moonlit secrets

𓂃⋆.˚ Viv, fed up with John B and the Pogues, ends up sharing an unexpected moment with Rafe Cameron after seeking some space. What starts as sharp banter turns into something deeper as Rafe’s surprising vulnerability catches her off guard. Between shared secrets, unspoken feelings, and a kiss that changes everything, Viv’s night takes a turn she never saw coming.

word count 1.2k

Content Warning: Mild language, emotional conflict, mild substance use, and tension-filled situations, heavy flirtation

Trigger Warning: light drug use (marijuana), emotional/physical tension, moments of secrecy

"Oh looks like you weren't with those pogues tonight." The tone in Rafe's voice was husky, sharp, and straight to the point.

I turned to him, my eyes glowed, unmistakable even in the shadows despite the dead of night. He noticed, of course. I could not help it. With a mix of flirtation and curiosity, I asked, "And where might you have been all night, Rafe Cameron?" He scoffs, a smile tugging at his lips as he chuckles at my response. "You know," he says, his tone shifting, "your friends did some fucked up shit tonight." I took another puff brushing off his attempted interrogation, I passed him the blunt. "How would I know I wasn't with those pogues tonight." He takes the blunt eyes narrowing slightly, and says, "I noticed."

Those two words may have been insignificant to anyone else, but coming from Rafe Cameron, it resonated with me in a unique way. His tone was casual, almost dismissive, but there was an edge to it—something I could not quite place. It was like he was saying more than he was letting on, and I hated that I could not figure out exactly what he meant.

I leaned back, the night air mixing with the haze of smoke, trying to keep my cool. "Noticed what?" I asked, my voice steady, though my mind and heart was racing.

He just smirked, his eyes locking with mine, as if daring me to dig deeper. It was not just a comment; it felt like a challenge. And for a second, I wondered if he already knew something I had not figured out yet.

As then silence settled between us, Rafe finally broke it, his voice low and steady. "You aren't exactly hard to miss." His words hung in the air and I smiled, leaning in slightly as I shot back, "I could say the same about you, Mr. Kook King."

Rafe leaned back slightly, his gaze steady as he asked, "What brings you out here?" I sigh as he passes the blunt back to me, taking another hit.

"Well, I got into it with John B. I'm honestly just so tired of all of them treating me like a child." He nods in agreement, not saying a word.

I cannot help but look back at him, needing to make sure he is actually listening, despite being stoned. He meets my gaze, his eyes softening as he gives me that innocent, almost cute look, silently reassuring me he is paying attention. "Continue," he says, holding my eye contact.

I play it cool, even though I'm not used to this side of him. I keep going, feeling my eyes begin to water as I speak my feelings aloud, but I hold it in. Rafe definitely catches the single sniffle, but he does not say anything—probably for my sake.

"I'm so tired of having to go out of my way just to be noticed," I admit, my voice quieter than usual. "It feels like I am always the one trying to stand out, it's like I'm invisible unless I make an effort."

"He flirts with me all the time, but I constantly see him hitting on other girls," I say, my voice tinged with frustration. "It feels like I'm just being used for entertainment at this point. He doesn't realize that it has an effect on me." I let out a frustrated sigh, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "It just makes me feel like I'm not enough."

He continues listening, his expression unreadable, before giving me a slight nod, signaling for me to hand the blunt over. "He's a fucking dumbass," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I chuckle, shaking my head in agreement. "Yeah, you're not wrong."

He continues to listen, just nodding, and it feels... nice. Nice not having someone over my shoulder, always ready to give unsolicited advice. His gaze stays fixed on the ocean, his voice steady as he speaks.

"But believe me," he says, pausing for a moment, his tone softer than usual. "You never go unnoticed."

The silence stretches on, and I feel a knot tighten in my chest. He keeps his gaze fixed on the sea, not saying anything. For a moment, I think he might not answer, but then he slowly turns back to me, his eyes meeting mine.

He does not say anything right away, but the look in his eyes says more than words ever could.

Vulnerability creeps in, and before I can stop myself, I ask quietly, almost unsure of my own voice, "What do you mean?"

It's simple, but the question feels heavier than I intended.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, his eyes locking onto mine. "God, do I have to spell it out for you?" he mutters, almost frustrated. Then adds, his tone softer but still intense, "I saw you surfing today. I've seen you at parties, too. You think no one's watching, but I am."

His words hang in the air, unspoken weight behind them. I look at him, confused, trying to make sense of his words. My mind races, unsure of what he's really saying.

Before I can respond, he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. His gaze never leaves mine as he murmurs, almost breathlessly, "You look so fucking beautiful, Viv."

My heart sinks, unsure of what to say, so all I manage is, "Wait, what?" He does not look at me. His eyes stay fixed on the sea.

"You heard me," he says, his voice calm.

I glance to my right, meeting his gaze so intimately. He presses the left-over end of the blunt into the sand next to him, then turns back to me, eyes locking onto mine.

All I see is him, my focus narrowing as the high starts to fade. From what I have heard—especially from Sarah—this is not how I would expect Rafe Cameron, the Kook King, to be. He is deeper than people give him credit for.

I do not understand why it's me he's here with, but at this moment, I do not question anything. My mind is blank, as if everything else has fallen away.

With that, he leans in and kisses me. My body goes stiff, and for a moment, I can tell he thinks he made the wrong move. But as I start to relax, I kiss him back, my arms wrapping around his neck as his hand finds its way into my hair.

This was the first of many, our lips sinking together as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Our kiss instantly got intense and our pace fastened, His hand creeping up my thighs, while he ran his other hand through my hair. I reached under his fitted polo. I could feel the warmth of his body and the abs that followed with it. I lifted off his shirt, instinctively pulling his body over top of me, he reached down to grab my shirt to pull off but before that could happen, I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin, realizing how much time had passed.

I just made out with Rafe Cameron. 

[anangelwhodidntfall]

basically y/n has worked in the palace for years and she’s really really close with eric, she thinks she loves him but is always getting mixed signals from him, like he gets really deep in conversation with her and will hold her hand sometimes but then he thinks of her as a friend. one day eric’s mom sets her up with vanessa (a princess who looks like vanessa from tlm) and eric decides to give her a try and y/n desperately wants to be with him but doesn’t know if he actually feels the same way back. eric slowly is gonna realize over the story he loves her but is afraid to loose her because he’s not good with emotions. Vanessa is very rude btw. i was kinda thinking a slow burn thing if you know what i mean for y/n and eric and vanessa always gets in the way but if this is too much it’s okay! love your story’s!!!

also in the second paragraph i meant eric mom sets *him* up with vanessa not her 

Plastic Hearts: Prince Eric

Your relationship with the prince was very complicated, you two have been best friends for years but there's one thing about that you had a crush on him and you thought he liked you back, but you always got mixed signals from him. One minute you guys could be holding hands and having deep conversations and then the next it's telling people that you are just friends and being less talkative with you.

Currently you and Eric were walking around the markets on just talking and looking around while he held your hand which made you smile. The sun was starting to set making the sun hit you just right making him think about some things that were probably unrealistic. 

"Do you wanna go watch the sunset?" You asked him. 

"I would love to." He said as he started leading you two down to the beach where you two sat next to each other.

That night y/n fell asleep with a smile on her face even if it was another conflicting emotion from Eric, it was still a nice day. Eric laid awake that night thinking about y/n and if it was even possible for him to like her in lover way. 

"Do I like y/n? Could she even like me back?" He thought.

Eric shook those thoughts from his head as he got up and got dressed for the day before heading to the dining room for breakfast with his mother. 

"What's going on mother?" Eric asked his mother noticing there was another place set at the table for someone. 

"I have decided to set you up with someone!" She said happily as Eric looked at her confused.

"Set me up with someone? Mother I don't...." Eric started to say but his mother stopped him.

"No Eric it's time you started looking for a wife...now princess Vanessa will be here any minute." She said as the doors opened.

"Your Majesty and Prince Eric, may I present to you Princess Vanessa." Grimsby said as she curtsied. 

"It's so lovely to meet you both, I can't wait to see where this relationship goes." She said as the Queen nudged Eric. 

"It's lovely to meet you as well. Please join us for breakfast." He said pulling out a chair for her. 

Y/n was walking through the castle completing her chores when she saw Eric and some girl she's never seen before. 

"Oh y/n, this is Vanessa." Eric said introducing the two of them. 

"It's nice to meet you." Y/n said as Vanessa just glared at her. 

"Y/n is my best friend, we grew up together." He said with a smile. 

"Your friends with the help??" Vanessa said as y/n looked at her in shock and as Eric gave her a dirty look. 

"Well Eric I should get back to work, I'll see you in a bit." y/n said as she went back to her work. 

This is what would happened each time that her and Eric were together or stop and talked to each other, vanessa would find some find to way to interupt them and be rude to y/n. Eric also started to realize that everytime he was with Vanessa he couldn't help but wish it was y/n there instead. 

You had been waiting for Eric at your usual spot when you saw Vanessa approaching her which made her nervous as it hit that Eric didn't leave that note for her. 

"You will never be with Eric so you need to leave him alone! You are nothing more than a pathetic leech who can't see when someone clearly doesn't like them." She said as the tears fell down your face. 

"I understand." You said quietly.

Eric had come back from a walk where it hit him that he was very much in love with y/n, he just never realized it until now. After breaking up with Vanessa which wasn't easy to do as she made a whole scene, he went to find y/n, only she wasn't in the kitchens where she normally was.

"Where's y/n at?" He asked one of the maids. 

"Oh my prince she is packing, she's leaving for the summer and is currently home packing right now." She said making Eric panic. 

No she can't leave! He thanked her and started running towards her house hoping to catch her before he lost her forever. 

Y/n couldn't stand here and keeping playing this game, with Eric on whether or not he would ever like her so she decided to take up her aunt's offer and go live with her for the summer just to get away from the castle for a bit. She was loading up her things into a wagon, when she heard footsteps approaching her. 

"Y/N please don't go!" Eric said as she turned and looked at him.

"Eric I can't keep doing this with you, this isn't fair to me. One minute we are holding hands and having deep talks and then the next you are telling people that we are just friends and being closed off with me. I'm tired off all the mixed signals Eric, I like you a lot but I can't keep doing this with you not knowing how you feel...." You said as you felt Eric press his lips against yours. 

"Y/n I didn't know that I was in love with you or that I had feelings for you until Vanessa came around, everytime I was with her I couldn't help but think about you and how much I rather it be with you. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize this but please don't go, please give me a second chance to prove myself to you." He said holding your hands.

"I would like that alot, will you come with me? I was gonna spend the summer with my aunt." You asked him with a smile. 

"I would love nothing more sweetheart." He said as he helped you into the wagon. 

[quimichi]

MATCH UP TRADE ♡

@kamesama compared to your work of art, mine feels like--shit lol. I really really hope that you like this one-and that i made no mistakes---I thought you two would be cute ♡

GOJO SATORU

@ listen- i read about you and saw gojo flash before my eyes because you're so down to earth and you seem like the type of person who can 'tame' him in a way

@ ok sooo random bf hcs~

@ you mentioned that you often wear things like beige and dusty pinks. Would honestly look so cute beside the angelic gojo- yk the light aesthetic is giving

@ and maybe one of those silver rings is a gift from him 🤭

@ he honestly seems like the type of guy to give silver jewelry as presents, if he would ever gift you jewelry at all. He gives you more plushes or other useless shit he won in arcades or just randomly found.

@ better clean those random plushies, you never know-

@ just randomly comes to visit you at most random times like: "Hey babe, just got back, brought us snacks, lets watch Ghostbusters" or something-

@ practically invites himself lol@ definitely told Nanami about you, poor man has to suffer through rants and rants with no end in sight. Oh and bragging, "take a look at my girlfriend" way

@ nope, you're not allowed to he insecure with THE Satoru Gojo

@ keep him on a leash cause many girls AND boys will swoon over him. He's loyal, trust me, but--others are not lol@ if he wants to be extra romantic he brings you coffee and warm croissants to bed ♡

@ yes, he will 100% remember every random ass fact you ever told him. Why? Hyperfixation lol

@ oh and you don't need to worry about physical touch cause this man got his hands EVERYWHERE, respectfully tho

@ so, why did i pick gojo again? Hes a mess, you're not. Although I would say that most of the time opposites do NOT attract, some do and it can be super cute. And this is one of those cases

@ you will unfortunately encounter a mess at first, especially when you both caught feelings. You mentioned you hate mixed signals but i feel like gojo would give them, not intentionally tho! He just doesn't know what to really do with them-he knows what he feels and all but handling such stronh feelings? Nah-

@ also, Gojo may seem like a fun guy with no commitment, i personally think its the opposite. He wouldn't be in a serious relationship if he wouldn't 100% trust you and would imagine a future with you

@ his job makes it all a bit harder and having someone that not only understands and accepts is difficult to find, and he found that someone in you

@ he trusts you a lot and shows his vulnerability to you very openly, you just...don't hurt him. He's far more fragile than he shows to be

[themuse-if]

Hey, hey!!🤗

So, I was a little curious about a topic involving NFSW questions, but I wasn't sure if you were okay with that type of question, so no need to answer if you're uncomfortable.

I wanted to know what ROs are like when they are in makeout sessions with Mc, for example: are they more gentle and affectionate or are they more passionate and wild (if you know what I mean🤭😏). And also if possible, could polys routes be included in this scenario? (only if you want, of course)

Bye, bye!!

Hey! I am definitely ok with NSFW questions, romance is a big part of the story after all! I've honestly been waiting for this! I'll be using a scale of 6 emojis for spicy vs sweet levels.😚=sweet 🥵=spicy. Some may be all spice and others all sweet and some could be a mix of the two.

ONLY KEEP READING IF YOU WANT TO BECOME A GIGGLING, SQUEELING MESS! USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO CREATE VIVID SCENES WITH THIS INFORMATION AT YOUR OWN RISK! Then tell me about them in the comments. 😘

Roxanne/Robbie: Ro is definitely one to take the lead. They are a bit rough, MC will have hickeys everywhere from all the biting and sucking. Not only will Ro's lips be all over MC but their hands will too in their hair, on their chest, on their hips guiding MC into a slow deep grind...ok is it hot in here or is it just me. All in all I would say that Ro is down right sinful. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Joleen/Johnny: Jo is a bit more of a mixed bag the moments leading up to each little make-out session will determine a lot. If MC was throwing heavy signals their way then Jo will take the hint and pin them down ready to get hot and heavy. If MC is being sweeter than cotton candy with little pecks and giggles then Jo will be to, with sweeter more romantic kisses. I would say that Jo likes to feed off of their partners energy and then aim to please. 😚😚😚🥵🥵🥵

Delphine/Desmond: De is naturally a nurturer, but I would say that they have some soft dom tendencies when messing around. They will have the obvious control leading and guiding MC's lips and body, but they will always read off of MC to make sure that they are comfortable. And if MC can handle it then expect them to get a little rough.😚🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Rina/Ren: R doesn't have a ton of experience so they will need MC to take the lead at first. Though they may move pretty slow at first after a while they wont be able to get enough of sharing soft and sensual alone time with MC. Study sessions and late night practice will turn into hushed make-out sessions in the dark corners of the library and practice studios. 😚😚😚😚🥵🥵

Everly/Everett: Eve is a performer through and through so you can be sure that they're going to put on a little show for MC. They'll memorize every touch and the sighs they bring out from MC, the same way they memorize lines for a play. They will observe and read MC like a book so that they can give them exactly what they need every time. 😚😚🥵🥵🥵🥵

Karla: Karla knows how to go with the flow. She'll take MC from soft sighs to barely able to catch their breathe, all with a lazy smirk on their face. Karla knows when to build up and take it back down, moving with the rhythm regardless of if there's music playing. 😚😚😚🥵🥵🥵

Faye: Faye may be an edgy cool girl but she really is a softy at heart. She super sweet and adores the little moments between long languid kisses and feather light caresses. Don't be surprised by her looking at MC's every detail with those icy blue eyes. 😚😚😚😚😚🥵

Sebastien: Seb is for lack of a better word, suave. Once he takes off his glasses revealing those deep brown eyes, MC knows they're in for it. MC will be melting from the eye contact alone. And his grip on MC's waist, hips, ass...oh my lord 😳. The rough scrape of his stubble matching the way he holds MC so tight they can't tell were he starts and they begin. 😚😚🥵🥵🥵🥵

Maxine: Max is sugar, spice, and everything nice! They know MC really well and use that to their advantage. They've known MC for longer than they can even remember and their feelings run just as deep. Max craves MC just as much as they cherish them. Everything feel easy and seamless, one second the two are a mess of giggles and the next they're grabbing at each other's clothes. Years of what ifs have built up to the type of passion Max can only share with their best friend. 😚😚😚🥵🥵🥵

Silas: Ah Silas our, friendly and self controlled, Resident Advisor. There's something so sexy about breaking the rules. If Silas is making out with MC, his advisee, then he's all but shattered them. You can expect things to get hot, heavy quickly once he's reached his breaking point, once he's desperate for MC. He'll have MC's back against the wall and make quick work of satisfying both their needs. Maybe he'll take things a bit further than making out, just to get MC out of his system. Then again, maybe he wont be able to stop himself from wanting more than just a one time taste. 😚😚🥵🥵🥵🥵

I'll let you use your imagination for the poly routes given what you've learned about them as individuals. Have fun 🤭🤭🤭

The Rebel Rejects:😚🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

The Exes (Faye + Karla):😚😚😚😚🥵🥵

[thewayuarent]

The main conflict of Sand and Ray

In my previous post about SandRay dynamic I was talking about Ray’s addiction and how it could influence their relationship. But this conflict is based on external factors - Ray's addiction, as the Sand’s savior syndrome are their important characteristics, but not so much the basis of their personalities as a consequence.

Third episode gave me an understanding of some key traits of their characters, which are the basis of their main, internal conflict. What I mean by that is they’ll have a lot of fights caused by some reason or another (addiction - possibly, Mew thing - definitely yes, financial status - maybe, whatever else I don’t know probably everything, this show is a mess) but all these fights are going to happen because they have completely different view on life.

Ray is living in the moment where tomorrow may never happen. In ep1 Sand make that comment

and personally, I’m not sure of Ray knows himself. He doesn’t think ahead. Moreover, he is prone to avoidance - his drinking in a way helps him not to think about what’s happening in his life. He actively seeks ways to not thinking.

So he finds Sand. I mean, of course he likes Sand, but what’s more important, he can turn all of his time and energy on that guy he knows for a couple of weeks or something. One night together and Ray immediately imprints on him like a baby duck? Sure, why not. They both agreed that will be one time thing? But it was good, they both want more, complexities what,

Sand, on the other hand, is basically opposite. He always thinks ahead. He gives up to the moments in ep 2, but he’s concerned about it immediately. He analyzes everything - Ray’s behavior and his problematic tendencies, his own reaction, their relationship - and I can guess comes to some disappointing conclusions.

He knows Ray is a problem. He knows relationship with Ray will be a problem. I find it very interesting to compare these two lines:

Ray is almost in self-defense mode he’s basically like “Oh no I gave mixed signals so this guy may think I’m into him but I’m so obviously not” (yes you are)

Where Sand is saying “I know you are problematic and I don’t need that in my life” (with those eyes yep I believe you)

So he resists. He reminds them both about their status as friends in (almost)every dialogue they have in this episode.

Except for this one. My boy, you are flirting hard, is there something with the air or what?

So he knows things can go off the rails very easy very fast. But he gives in to Ray - not once, but twice. Because while he can understand what’s bad for him, he’s still prone to it. Letting everything go and living in a moment is very attractive idea and I can get Sand easily here.

The problem is, he just can’t afford it. Sand is in a constant survival mode. He have several jobs, he does illegal stuff for money and he has no option but to think through every aspect of his life. He can’t just control some parts of it and let go on others, he needs clear vision of his future.

So yes, the financial aspect plays a big part in who they are. Ray is rich rich and therefore he has no need to think about tomorrow. He is safe. He doesn’t need to think about job, or count expenses, or worry about future. Sand does.

Offtop but I really love the little details about their financial statuses. Sand never eats in university cause money. Ray can start a hotel business after one phone call. And my favorite is the cigarette thing. As a smoker I know NOTHING in the world makes me put on a whole cigarette. Not even a hot guy. Apocalypse can wait while I finish it. So yeah this shot was my moment of realization that Ray is very rich I’m not joking.

So what do I think gonna happen next? Ray will continue to push through, Sand will continue to give up (resisting in a process and tho giving quite mixed signals). Eventually they’ll come to a moment when Ray’s inability to think ahead will hurt Sand. And Sand will probably hurt Ray back. And the rest is history (I honestly don’t know what’ll happen this show is a mess).

And of course their relationship is not only about conflict, I find them very depressing but still very promising. There are a lot of great interactions going here but that’s probably a theme for another post.

[psychics4unet]

Hello, hope you're doing well 🤗 may I please have a free reading?

what are messages from my guides about my love life ?

to be specific I really want to be with my actual desired person and many readings I got in a span of three months until yesterday confirms that, however today I had one saying that they do not see us together. But when like a week ago I started doubting again that me and my person will be together my guides sent me a very specific sign of him to not doubt it and it made me happy. But that didn't serve me since today I got a negative one (yet yd a positive one) sincerely all this makes me physically in pain but I have no intention to give up bec I know not being with him would me make feel incomplete and I even made clear to my guides that I want to be be with him even if not forever, specially when it was them that brought me to him.

Thank you so much 💗💗💗 (I leave feedback) - ♍♏♎ (my big 3)

Free Chakra Psychic Reading! 💫💖

I’m connecting with your heart chakra 💚, the center of love, emotions, and connection. Your guides are sending some messages of reassurance and clarity. There’s definitely a lot of energy swirling around your love life right now, and they want to help you understand and process it.

The first message I’m getting is patience. I know this feels frustrating, and the mixed signals from different readings are causing doubt and confusion 😓, but your guides want you to know that love, especially the kind of deep connection you're craving, takes time to fully align. Trust in the timing, even if it's not unfolding exactly as you expect it to 🕰️. Keep holding onto the feeling that things will come together.

The second message is about trusting your inner knowing. The specific sign you received from your guides when you were doubting wasn’t just a coincidence. They sent it to you as confirmation because your connection with your person is strong 🌟. Even though you're receiving conflicting messages, deep down, your intuition is in tune with the truth of your situation. Stay connected to that inner feeling, and remember, your guides have your back 🧘‍♀️✨.

The third message focuses on surrendering the outcome. I know you want to be with this person, and your guides understand that. They are suggesting you release the pressure of needing a specific outcome or timeline. Sometimes, when we hold on too tightly, we create resistance. Loosening that grip will allow the universe to work more smoothly in your favor 🌌💫.

Summary: Be patient with the process, trust the signs you've received, and let go of the need for control. Your guides are working behind the scenes, and the connection you feel is real. Keep your heart open, and let things flow naturally 💖🌿✨.

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[sleep-can-wait]

Flowers For Her - Hirynne ~ College AU Part 5

Another note. Mixed feelings swirled through Brynne as she gazed at the card placed on the table.

It was a pale brown with very faint white clouds blooming here and there. Vintage, probably, she thought to herself.

On one side was a tiny pressed flower. A matte green stem with a white flower gilded with pink on the top. On the other side were tiny, black words written in cursive, forming a small paragraph.

For two weeks Brynne had been getting these anonymous notes, each like this but with a different flower.

She quietly slipped the paper delicately into her backpack and went to serve a different customer.

---

Brynne really tried to focus on work, but she couldn't take her mind off of the anonymous letters. Not for even a second.

Not while doling out cups of coffee. Not while she rode home on her bike. Not even while lying down staring dazedly at the ceiling.

Brynne held the card high over her head so she could reread it while remaining in bed.

Gladiolus. It is mainly used to show the strength of the character. This is a quality I admire in you.

Strength. Something that was of value to Brynne. But it wasn't talking about how large her muscles were, (though they were quite large) it was talking about her personality. Stubbornness was a quality she had as well.

She sucked her breath in sharply as her mind drifted to the one who wrote this.

It was a girl who was a year younger than her, who went to the same college as she did. Brynne had seen her a few times in the hall and would occasionally wave to her. She would wave back.

But that was it. The girl would also frequently visit the cafe and leave the notes with a big tip before rushing off and Brynne never had the time to ask her about it.

As she drifted off to sleep, she decided to finally do something and confront her.

---

Tomorrow she would come again. As soon as Brynne came home she hurled down her bag and made for her laptop, for once not bothering to make a snack first.

She wasted no time, frantically tapping away at the keyboard, finding just the thing she was looking for, before running off again out of the door. This time snagging an apple on the way out. What? all this running was making her hungry.

---

"How may I help you, miss?" Brynne held up a hand to signal that she needed a moment to answer, and inhaled air rapidly to catch her breath.

"I'll have one of those." She said after making sure she wouldn't faint from lack of oxygen.

"Right away, miss."

---

She was back.

"I'll have a cappuccino, please." Brynne jotted it down in her notebook and opened her mouth to say something, but immediately chickened out.

"Here." She handed the drink over and took a deep breath, slapping her cheeks to focus herself.

You are Brynne Tvarika Lakshmi Balamuralikrishna Rao. And you are not weak. You are a master of many things, such as playing the harp. You have wrestled people three times your size to the ground, and you can absolutely ask a girl to-

She was walking away. Shit. Brynne ran after her.

"Wait!" The other turned and looked at her questioningly. Oh wow, she's really pretty. Brynne skidded to a stop before her.

"Um, I just wanted to... give you something. For all the other times." She shoved her hand forward, holding a bundle of bright yellow sunflowers. Her eyes were squeezed shut, too embarrassed to see the other's reaction.

"Thank you." She took them with a grateful smile. Brynne opened her eyes and felt heat rushing to her cheeks and she quickly averted her gaze to the ground.

Otherwise, she might start staring at the other's brown hair that fell prettily in curtain bangs, or her warm hazel eyes, or her-

Stop it, Brynne.

"You know," She gently rubbed the flowers' soft petals. "Sunflowers mean-"

"Friendship. I know. I bought them because I would, you know, like to..." She trailed off nervously. The other beamed, clutched the sunflowers in one hand, and held out her other.

"Hira." She smiled shyly and took it.

"Brynne."

"Hold on, I forgot to give you this." Hira took out another letter and placed it gently on Brynne's palm.

She read it and smiled at the irony of it.

Blue Iris. The symbol of hope. Something I wish we could all have in life. Maybe for us, too.

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Huge thanks to @burntchickennugget2468 for this!

(On Ao3 and Wattpad as well)

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Big Dragon ep. 5 (rewatch)

(These are my random thoughts from my rewatch on the 29th-30th of March 2024)

Since my rewatches may contain spoilers, I’m putting my random thoughts after the “Read More” link.

I’m excited to see more of the confrontation between Yai and Mangkorn. And then I’m hoping for more moments with Big. I want Mangkorn jealous because I feel like it’s about time he turns straightforward rather than just provoking Yai and giving him mixed signals.

When Mangkorn told Cherry he already has someone, he means Yai, right? Because he and Hong are just childhood friends. All of us know they’re not actually getting married. Mangkorn means this more as in someone else already has his interest (possibly his heart) and I’m pretty sure it’s Yai (considering his reaction when Yai shows up). Mangkorn looks like he was caught cheating by his boyfriend. So, if he’s feeling that way for Yai, why not just clear it up? No, Mangkorn turns confrontational instead (granted, after Yai punches him, but still).

Btw, that moment in the pouring rain with ”Dancing with the Devil” playing is my kind of vibe. It’s tense, melancholic, and filled with complicated feelings. It’s beautiful.

And then Mangkorn uses the video as leverage to have sex with Yai again. And they do so without having cleared anything. They’re both such a mess. And I love them.

That red light surrounding them… Yai is completely in Mangkorn’s world now.

I understand why so many BLs are using the pushing-up-against-glass moments in their sex scenes. There’s something vulnerable and raw about them (especially if they’re pushing up against windows for the whole world outside to see), not to mention the potential for dimly lit silhouette shots that I, personally, find beautiful.

You can say what you want about why they were having sex in the first place (like I just did above). However, looking at just the scene… It was beautifully lit, the shots were great, the song matched so well with the whole scene, and the roughness and desperation in the acting matched the characters really well.

Once again, Yai is wearing Mangkorn’s color (red) and Mangkorn is in darker colors (which are Yai’s usual shades). 

It’s annoying how cute they are while they still haven’t cleared up any of the shit. I mean, sure, actions speak louder than words to some. I can definitely back that up. So I’m sure some think Mangkorn has shown his feelings for Yai at this point. However, it’s a lot more powerful when those actions are backed up by words, or when the actions mirror the words. He needs to say something, not just use sex as a way to communicate his feelings. And, especially not use the leverage he’s got (the video) to keep Yai close to him.

Side note: I’m someone who is in contact with my intuition a lot and I’m pretty good at reading between the lines (especially in real life), so I can easily understand what people mean without being told. However, I still want people to pluck up the courage to tell it to me straight. Otherwise, it’s like they’re begging me to purposefully misinterpret them, and if that’s what they want, then that’s what they’ll get. I mean, as a girl, I was conditioned to be the “good girl” from an early age, so I aim to please and can purposefully misinterpret them for fun all day long. Because getting people what they ask for, especially when they don’t actually want it, is my favorite way to please others. But, I digress…

At least they’re communicating a bit now. But they still haven’t cleared things up about Hong… I mean, sure, Mangkorn said she was just a junior of his, not his girlfriend. But there’s more to it than that (we’ve seen it). Just be honest. Even if that means the end of both of you for the moment.

Mangkorn’s surprised look during that snack scene… He’s got it just as bad for Yai as Yai does for Mangkorn. Why doesn’t Mangkorn just admit it? Out loud. So Yai will hear it too.

The reason I’m pushing for Mangkorn to speak up is because the misunderstandings at this point revolve around him rather than Yai. The video situation and the Cherry situation have been cleared up. But there’s still Hong. The misunderstanding about Hong will keep pestering them until Mangkorn speaks up. At least if he’s honest, no matter how Yai is going to react (I remember how he did react), they can go their separate ways for a while to solve their own shit and then get a fresh start together.

Pong and Park showing up with aprons over their suits and doing those weird poses at the gate is too funny. They’re so weird. I love them to bits.

Yai is back wearing his dark green again. Is it time for him to snap out of the spell Mangkorn has on him?

Yep, seeing that photo of Mangkorn and Hong. The spell is broken. I feel so bad for Yai because he keeps misinterpreting situations and no one is helping him stop (Mangkorn, I’m looking at you).

Nadear is so fucking pretty.

The way Mangkorn is half panicking when Yai asks him about Hong…

That scene… There’s so much to unpack here. But one thing that stood out to me was the double standard. Mangkorn said that if he’d told Yai the truth, he would’ve lost Yai, which he didn’t want. I don’t know if Mangkorn realizes what he’s actually saying there, but he basically admits to being selfish and not caring about Yai’s feelings or his right to choose.  Then, moments later, he accuses Yai of not caring about his feelings and calls Yai selfish (which, in some cases, I can understand since Mangkorn is under pressure from his family and it might be too much for him to be under pressure from Yai as well). So, in a way, they’re basically the same. The only difference is that Yai doesn’t deny it, he recognizes that they’re both the problem.

Another thing that stands out to me is that Mangkorn basically wants Yai to read between the lines. When Mangkorn admits that he didn’t tell Yai the truth because he was afraid of losing him, it acts as a confession of Mangkorn’s feelings for Yai. That’s the message he wants Yai to get. Mangkorn is clearly in a difficult situation because of his family, so it’s understandable that he might not be able to be straightforward about his feelings (as in actually speaking up about them). On the other hand, by keeping it from Yai, Mangkorn is also taking away Yai’s right to choose whether or not he’s okay being with someone who just admitted he has to marry someone else after graduation. Yai’s right to choose should (ideally) be respected, just like everyone else’s right to choose. But Mangkorn wanted to take that choice away from Yai by not telling him the truth (out of his selfishness).

Honestly, they should go their separate ways until they’ve cleared up their own shit.

Of course Nine shows up when Yai is drowning his sorrows.

Fuck, the way Yai’s speech made me cry (and I’m not even a crier). He just melted my stone-cold heart.

Wait, was that a photo of the three of them (Yai, Mangkorn, and Hong) together as kids? Or was it Yai, his sister, and Nine?

Oh, it was Nine’s bar. It’s obvious he would be there, then.

There’s Jet again. All I see is Top from DFF. I just can’t unsee it…

Oh, look at Yai. He’s willingly wearing Mangkorn’s color (red) now. Poor baby is so in love and heartbroken.

So, Yai is scared of worms. But we all know he loves the one-eyed snake.

Of course it would end with Mangkorn seeing Yai and Nine together. I feel bad for him. But I’m also loving it. I love the heartbreak because I know the reunion will be all the sweeter.

This was another great episode, I really liked it. Misunderstandings, complicated feelings, the heartbreak… I loved it. Can’t wait to see how they’re going to resolve the situation (because my crappy memory can’t recall). Also, I’m eagerly awaiting that scene where Mangkorn goes down on Yai in bed (but I can’t remember when that will show up).