#I really do procrastinate a lot huh

[gatitanina]

Man I can't belive I spent almost an hour to make this sideblog, all the cool names were already taken sadly

[hoshbrownie]

i need to start making orv art FR....... i love it sm........

[hrts4nagi]

best friends brother!

my best friend's brother is the one for me!

pairing :: itoshi sae x gn!reader (short implied)

synopsis :: third year of high school and graduation is right around the corner! you have so many great and upcoming things up ahead. some planned and some unplanned.

what definitely wasn’t planned was falling for itoshi sae, more commonly known as your best friend’s brother.

what a way to break the pact.

wc :: 2.3k

extra :: i love the victorious sound track!!!! p.s listen to best friend's brother for a better experience :>

the best friend pact - rules:

#1 - always be happy for each other

#2 what was number two again?

#3 - do not fall for your itoshi sae

SUCCESS FAILED

shit.

well, to be completely fair it’s not like you meant to fall for itoshi sae right? it’s not like you were always searching for him as soon as you entered the room. it’s not like you didn’t mean to get lost in his gorgeous teal eyes. or the way you’d get sneak a peek at his abs whenever he had to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

who am i kidding?

you’re completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with itoshi sae. did i mention he was your best friend’s brother?

who knew a pact made 12 years ago would be the sole cause of your distress?

the rules have gotten fuzzy over the years but the one clear rule rin emphasized every time was to not fall for sae. he claimed it was because they have the same eyes, eyelashes, and name. he thinks it would be the equivalent of you dating him.

and he does not like the sound of that.

-

“reo i’m so screwed!” you flop onto his king-sized mattress rolling around face covering your eyes.

“hey! at least change out of your uniform before rolling around in my bed.” he scolds.

you stuck out your tongue at him in response earning a scoff back. “i wish i could lay here all day," you sigh contently.

“that’s what i’ve been saying,” you yelp not noticing the white-haired boy under the covers.

gasping, you clutch your chest in shock. “what the hell, nagi? have you been here this whole time?”

“yah, you woke me up the second you landed on me.”

he rubs his eyes before sitting up. “hey, y/n while you’re here can you make those buldak noodles you always make? i really want something spicy."

“yeah sure, reo do you still any packets left?”

he sighs before pulling some out of the cabinet. “only for you guys.”

you slide a bowl over to nagi and reo. you lean onto the counter awaiting their response, tapping your fingers in anticipation.

“so what's up with ya?”

“stop eating with your mouth full.”

“it's sae.” you frown taking a seat at the counter across from the two.

nagi perks up his head. “oh, so you finally confessed to him?"

you slam your head down onto the counter in frustration.

“i'm taking that as a no.”

you slightly raise your head up to make eye contact with the two. “what do i do? if i act on my feelings, rin will kill me! falling for his older brother is the ultimate betrayal.”

“i don't think you're betraying him, per se,” reo defends. “think of it more like bending the rules a bit!”

“i'm completely breaking the rules reo. the golden rule for that matter!” you argue.

“huh, well that's unfortunate.”

-

study sessions at rin’s was commonplace. having a terrible habit of bad time management and being a professional procrastinator, rin dragged you willingly forcefully to his house after school, to get all the studying done. but don't worry, it came with perks!

#1: free tutor

#2: free snacks

#3: getting an occasional glimpse of sae

"for english, there's a lot of words that have a silent-"

rin's words drown out as you begin daydreaming. losing complete track of rin's current lesson, you turn your head towards the backyard, where you see sae dribbling the ball outside. watching his figure run by every other second.

“you know if you’re gonna stare at my brother, can you at least do it when i’m not in the general vicinity?” rin deadpanned.

“i wasn’t oggling at sae,” raising up your arms in defense.

rin raised an eyebrow at your choice of words. “what was i talking about then?”

“uhm,” you ponder attempting to trace back your steps. crap. you were way too focused watching sae to even comprehend what rin was saying. the lesson is completely bleary in your mind.

“about our upcoming exam right!” rin lightly smacked your head with his notebook in response. you rub the area he hit before looking at him with a pout.

“wrong, i was talking about my upcoming game which you’re going to. right?” rin points his pencil at you accusingly.

“yup! wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

you nestle back into the couch trying to regain focus on the question in front of you. unfortunately, your mind began to wander elsewhere. every time you close your eyes to think of the solution of the equation, the image of sae would flash in your head.

first, you'd see his deep teal eyes, donned with his infamous bottom eyelashes. you swear you could get lost in them all day. next, the shaggy magenta hair that managed to look 100x better when styled down.

what were you doing? aren't you supposed to be studying?

you shut your textbook quickly, startling rin in the process.

“i’ll be back, i think i need a drink.” rin nods in response as you usher to the kitchen.

you sigh looking down at the glass of water, swishing it around. unaware, you turn without realizing there was someone in your pathway. colliding with a hard chest as the glass shatters to the kitchen floor.

you crossed your fingers hoping you didn't bump into last first person you wanted to see.

“woah careful.”

there stands itoshi sae. you notice his hair being slightly damp, presumably from the exercise drills he just completed. you snap out of it, realizing you were staring at him longer than necessary.

“shit, i’m sorry,” you bend down to pick up the broken glass, before you even get the chance to, sae gently swats your hand away.

“careful. don’t want you to hurt yourself,” your cheeks burn at the subtle contact.

he cranes his neck towards you, making eye contact. “it’s okay, i’ll clean it up myself.”

sae slips off his hoodie but not before you take a quick peek at his toned stomach.

you were definitely no better than a man the way you shamelessly watched him. he glances at you while raising an eyebrow before turning away to avoid eye contact once more.

“well, it was nice running into you! sorry about the glass, i have to go back to studying!” you hurry out of the kitchen before sae can even respond.

returning to the living room, rin is surprised to see you all flustered and sweaty. “what happened with you?”

“nothing!”

rin raises an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. unconcerned, he turns back to his notebook reviewing the material.

-

you swear itoshi sae is doing this on purpose.

every time you're over, you always find yourself in lucky terrible predicaments. last week, you wandered into a seemingly empty bathroom to be met with a shirtless sae. a single towel wrapped around his waist, leaving little to no imagination.

and what does he do?

he tilts his head at you and continues to brush his teeth, as if you were never there in the first place. when you return to rin’s room, even he's concerned that you might be coming down with a fever from how flushed you were.

just yesterday, you were aiming for a glass on the top shelf. before you knew it, sae was behind you pressing his chest onto your back. he was so close that you could feel the warmth emitting from him and the fresh, crisp scent of his cologne.

it was intoxicating.

nonchalantly, he reminded you to be careful next time as he handed you the glass and walked away. you were left blinking at the action.

itoshi sae was driving you crazy. scratch that, insane. you absolutely had no idea what to do about it.

you think it's absolutely infuriating how itoshi sae remains perfect and composed, sporting the same deadpanned look every time.

meanwhile, you're left a stuttering, blushing mess from each and every interaction. you swear you want to punch his face the next time. (you wouldn't dare to ruin his pretty face)

-

“hey, can you do me a huge favor?”

itoshi rin never asks for favors.

stunned, you continue to listen along, wondering what he has to say.

"you're not going to ask me to kill anyone are you? did isagi really piss you off that bad?"

rin flicks your forehead with irritation.

“sae’s down with a fever," he starts. "neither my mom or i are able to tend to his needs cause of our schedules. you don't have anything to do this afternoon right?”

you slowly nod.

“cool, all you have to do is serve him leftovers my mom left on the stove and make sure he takes his medicine. after that, you're free to go.”

-

you could not do this.

standing in front of the itoshi household suddenly felt foreign to you. a sense of dread washes over you at the thought of the current situation.

what's the worse that can happen being alone with sae?

you didn't want to give it a second thought.

after twenty minutes of back and forth, you managed to enter the kitchen to prepare sae's meal. it didn't take too long, it was a quick and simple task. though, you're unsure why you ended up missing the bowl once or twice, having to clean up the mess.

the tray settled on your hands became ten times heavier from the nerves coursing through your body. you make your way to second floor, your legs feel like jelly. you sure hope none of the sweat droplets from your forehead fell into the soup. mustering enough courage, you lift a hand to the door and softly knock.

“sae?”

there's a moment of silence.

“come in.”

you enter the older itoshi’s room. you watch as he slowly sits up. prominent bags under his eyes, a flushed face, and weak deameanor. not to mention, the complete lack of color from his face. this looked nothing like the sae you know.

"hey, how are you feeling?"

"like absolute shit." you chuckle from his remark.

"sorry that was a stupid question."

you make your way towards the side of his bed, tray still in hand. being extra careful to ensure the contents of the bowl don't spill.

"do you think you're able to eat?" you stretch out the tray as an offer.

"my throat is killing me but i'll just suck it up, i have to take medicine anyway."

you place the back of your hand to sae's forehead, eyes widening at the heat. his face was hot to the touch.

"yikes, you really are burning up."

all sae could do was nod weakly in response. a frown replaced your expression. seeing sae in such a state tugged at your heartstrings.

"i can feed you so you can save your energy?"

sae nods once again.

he hopes you mistake the flush of his face from being sick, not one of revealing his feelings.

carefully, you lightly blow onto the soup, gesturing sae to open his mouth. he complies, opening enough for you to slip the spoon in. soon enough, he finishes his meal. he takes his medicine shortly after.

"almost done! let me go get a new rag for your forehead and then i'll leave you to rest," you smile softly, turning to exist his room before he latches onto your wrist.

“wait, don't go.”

you whip your head back so fast you're sure you have whiplash. gently, sae pulls you towards him. all you can do is let him lead you closer and closer.

this was so unlike sae.

“stay with me? please.”

itoshi sae never pleads. who were you to deny such a request?

you pull up a chair from his desk and take place to the side of his bed once more. the two of you share a moment a silence, basking into the

“never knew you were the type to be so clingy,” you tease.

sae doesn't even have the energy to throw you one of his usual glares. instead, he grabs your hand once more bringing it up to his chest. shocked from the gesture, you attempt to bring your hand back towards you but to no avail. sae has other plans.

“what are you doing?”

“i'm showing you what you're doing to me.”

your eyes widen at the unexpected confession. you're sure your face is beet red. your heartbeat feels so loud you wouldn't be surprised if sae can hear the rhythm of your heart.

"wait, sae i can't! it's one of rin and i's rules."

he scoffs hearing the mention of the younger itoshi. he composes himself despite being sick to make his actions loud and clear.

“i don't care. rules were meant to be broken anyway.”

in a swift motion, sae drags you from previous seated position to under the covers with him. you gasp from the abrupt action. he buries his head into your neck, softly inhaling the scent of your perfume.

you comply as your hand makes it way to the top of his head. you scratch light shapes into his scalp earning a sigh of contentment from sae.

"if you get me sick, im going to kill you."

"yeah yeah."

guess his plan worked out after all.

-

bonus:

“huh? what pact?”

you gape at rin. surely, he didn't forget. right?

“the pact we made when we were 5? that pact? the best friend pact?”

all rin does is blink at you.

“doesn't ring a bell."

“you're joking right? please tell me you're joking.”

“i can assure you i'm not.”

you face palm before returning to meet rin’s eyes once more. “so, you really don't care that i'm dating sae?”

“oh that's great news actually, i was wondering when you'd finally make a move.” he shrugs.

“what? so you knew!”

“how could i not? you weren't exactly subtle about it.”

"so, you're not gonna kill me for dating sae?"

"no, i'm livid."

you can feel a sweat drop trickle down your forehead. rin releases a breath before speaking again.

"but, you seem happier with him. i guess. so, i don't really mind." rin ruffles the top of your head as you continue the way to your second home, the itoshi household.

☆.

a/n :: rin is a 10/10 best friend. i lowk hate the ending might revise at a later time </3

[areislol]

A time to tell

► PAIRINGS. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

► GENRE. sagau, reverse isekai, domestic life/slice of lofe, explicit/sexual (18+ for the nsfw chapters) themes.

SYNOPSIS. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to you.

WARNINGS. eventual smut, harem, angst with comfort.

STATUS. on going//i will try to update as fast and best as i can but i do procrastinate a lot so.. i do have school and work to do so updates may be a bit slow.. i will try my best though!! i do not have a specific update time, i just update whenever I finish a chapter so please bear with me, i wish i had an allocated timetable or something but i just can't fit that into my schedule (posting on a specific time).

EXTRA. i started this series because i needdd to feed my love for reverse isekai fics and i saw that there werent a lot so i was like !!! why not create my own? also, the chapters that had NSFW content in them will have the 🔞 logo beside the chapter name.

- reader is in college (has a part time job)

TAGLIST. open

> RECOMMENDED SONGS WILL BE INCLUDED IN THE CHAPTERS <

“y/n, we will be here for you for however you want us to be, we will leave even if you asked us to just please, please don’t leave us.”

chapter index

i. chapter one - the start of it all

◇─where you find yourself in a room with 24 handsome men, the thing is.. you know them from the popular game that you even played and spent hundreds of money on.. genshin impact!

ii. chapter two - the morning after

◇─the morning after everything had happened, you decided to do a little bonding session.. which was by watching your favourite movies with them of course!

iii. chapter three - a shopping spree

◇─you decide to go shopping to buy some things for you and the men, you bond by watching movies with them and playing UNO.

iv. chapter four - "you really took took care of us, huh?"

◇─a couple days goes by after meeting the men, all is going good, your daily routine has changed, and the fact that you start work tomorrow too doesn't help anything at all.

v. chapter five - Back to work

◇─you have to return back to work after having your days off, little did you know you would find out something that would absolutely make you feel at unease and that would make you paranoid forever.

MINI FIC - Merry christmas! (wait why are we supposed to say that again?)

◇─celebrate christmas with them!!

vi. chapter six - The stalker

◇─not in a million years did you expect to ever get yourself a stalker, how did you? no idea. but with the sudden help of a woman she manages to find a way to catch the stalker. will you and your friends or well, the men, see her ever again, and will they meet for the good or bad?

vi. chapter seven - A walk in the park

◇─deciding that it has been quite some time since the men went out, you take them out to a park and have a picnic, bonding time if you will.

viii. chapter eight - Credit where it's not due

◇─you finally have some time to understand elisa, and to be honest, you aren't sure if you and her get along.

MINI FIC - A New Year’s With You

◇─happy new years!!

[mysaintkitten]

idek what to title this, i’ve been procrastinating and i’ve been thinking about capa so now we’re here.

prompt: needy reader and needy capa get it on (18+, MINORS DNI !!)

WARNINGS: kind of subby!capa ?? (he’s just so horny), oral (f receiving), veryyyyy temporary mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v)

*not proofread*

it had been months, no, years, since you’d been intimate with anyone. prior to joining icarus II, you weren’t exactly getting too much action. but now that you’re out in space with limited people and a very stressful job at hand? you had essentially become celibate, whether you liked it or not.

it was easy to manage at first. no one on board really peaked your interest— besides capa. he’s handsome, smart, funny if he’s in the right mood, overall not too shabby. and since you had very few others to gawk at, it made capa stand out a lot more.

the harder you started to crush on capa, the more difficult things became. not only could you not have sex, you could barely get off. the only true privacy you get is in the shower and even then you can only be in there for a limited time, so there’s no point in wasting water.

then when you were assigned to work with capa full time, you reached your tipping point. you’d spend hours alone with him, working, sometimes talking, but working for the most part.

but, during an unusually slow and boring day, you and him talked for what felt like hours. you even got comfortable enough to open up about your desire for intimacy, although you hoped that it wouldn’t come off as to desperate or “slutty” (as if being a slut really matters at this point in time).

capa opened up too, he wasn’t as open as you were willing to be, but he was vulnerable enough. he’d been struggling too. really, everyone was probably struggling in that sense, but it felt nice to be validated by capa in a way.

things started to get a bit ‘playful’ between you and capa, you kept it hidden as best you could, but when you were alone together you were sweet and a bit affectionate. of course, nothing wild, but little things like playing footsie, hand holding, even hugs. that’s all you allowed yourself to indulge in for the first little while.

but one night, when everyone was asleep, you and capa snuck into a vacant observation room. initially, you had intentions of only talking, but that was shut down almost immediately.

you and capa giggled like children as you locked the door behind you, feeling a rush of adrenaline despite not doing anything explicitly wrong. as you place your back against the wall while smiling kindly at capa, you notice his demeanour has changed. he isn’t giggling, and he’s still smiling, but for a different reason.

“you know, i’ve been thinking ..” capa murmurs as he slinks his body closer, leaning on his shoulder directly beside you. “if we’re smart about this, i think we can both get something that we want. and no one would have to know.”

“what do you mean?” you question with a confused face, although you already have an inkling as to what he’s hinting at.

capa smirks and caresses your palm with the pads of his fingers “you know ..”

your eyes go wide at his confirmation. you want to feel him so badly, but it’s too risky. a moment of pleasure doesn’t outweigh a lifetime of regret.

“capa, i don’t know if we should ..” you whisper, fighting your urge to push him down and fuck him right then and there.

“we can be good about this!” he pleads, inching himself closer and turning his body to where his chest is nearly touching yours. “we’ll be fine, you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”

you feel yourself becoming flustered, you struggle to look capa in the eyes. they’ve become darker, slowly but surely filling with lust.

“i am.” you reply with a swallow,

“yes, you are.” he agrees, brushing stray hairs from out of your face. “so come on. and we’ll probably work better without all this pent up energy, huh?”

your heart starts to race and a heat between your legs begins to form, “yeah .. that makes sense ..”

“mhm.” he purrs, his body now flush against yours, you can feel his bulge straining through the fabric. “can i kiss you?”

you nod, lips slightly agape. he brings his lips to yours, moaning quietly at the sensation of your soft lips against his. the kiss quickly becomes heated with capa trailing his hands down your body. his touches are sexual, but they have a hint of curiosity to them. it’s been so long since he’s been this close to a woman.

how they feel, how they taste, how they smell, he’d almost started to forget it. but with you here, it’s all flooding back to him now, and he can tell his body is slipping into a primal-like overdrive. he feels your pheromones are nearly intoxicating to him.

“feel like a teenager again ..” capa giggles breathlessly between kisses. you decide to get handsy as well and place your hands on his back, feeling up his shoulder blades and spine.

“fuck ..” he mewls, “need more ..”

he dropped to his knees and began to pull your shorts and underwear down, promptly revealing yourself to him. you hadn’t been anticipating any sort of sexual contact, so you weren’t exactly groomed to your liking. if you had known this was going to happen you would’ve shaved for him, but alas.

“i’m sorry i’m not exactly .. bald ..” your voice trails off as you blush, dancing around what you actually wanted to say. you were afraid the faint hair may put him off, but it didn’t, not in the slightest.

“i don’t care .. fuck, i don’t care ..” he groaned, nearly whining at the simple sight of you being bare right in front of his eyes. he runs his dry hands up your thighs, gripping the soft skin gently. while panting from pure arousal, he begins to kiss your thighs, occasionally looking up at you with an infatuated glare in his eye. like you were some sort of god to him at that moment.

“you’re a woman.” he breathed, it rolled off his tongue like a praise. he continued to kiss along your thighs, inching closer and closer to your aching core. it had been so long since you’d been touched, let alone ate out. your knees nearly gave out from anticipation.

you card your fingers through his hair as you watch him, his breath getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment. while making eye contact with you, he begins to kiss your needy cunt. slowly switching from wet pecks to desperate licks. he moaned at your taste, gripping your ass as he pushed your hips against his face harder.

“c-capa-“ you whimper at his eagerness and the sudden wave of pleasure. with a hum, he brought his tongue to your hole to lap up any and all of your spilling arousal, using his nose to stimulate your clit.

“tastes fuckin’ incredible ..” he admitted, quickly resuming his licks and sucks. what he lacked in skill he made up for in passion and eagerness, he wanted to make you feel so good, and it was clear by the way he whined and huffed against you.

“i missed having good pussy on my tongue.” he chuckled, smacking your ass playfully. you yelp at the slight sting, but it quickly shifts into a moan as he nips at your sensitive inner thighs. “i could eat you all goddamn night, but i need a little relief of my own, baby.”

you feel yourself becoming slicker as capa begins to tug off his pants, his flushed member standing to attention. as soon as his cock is freed, he begins to weakly pump it for you. his eyes scanning up and down your body as he basks in your feminine presence.

copying his behaviour, you slowly begin to play with your clit, watching how he sighs and slouches at the gesture, clearly enjoying the show.

“could i ride you?” you blurt out, almost embarrassingly fast, your arousal clouding your thought process. no point in pretending anymore, you want to fuck him and you want to do it now.

“fuck, please.” he begs, he sounds pathetic, but that only further enables your arousal, knowing you have a man on his knees begging for you.

you push his shoulders back gently so he’s laying against the cold floor, as he lays back you straddle his lap and begin to roll your hips against his member. you and capa both moan at the sensation, capa balls his fists up and begins to rut against you as well. at this point, you’re just grinding against each other raw.

“baby ..” he pants, dipping his head back for a moment. your stomach tingles at the pet name. “if we keep doing this ‘m gonna come.”

while biting your lip, you raise your hips and align his tip with your opening, teasing him slightly before lowering yourself down into him. you gasp at the fullness, while capa groans at your warmth.

“could i-i, fuck, could i see your tits?” he whines as he involuntarily thrusts up into you, he feels like he can’t control himself at this point. every ounce of his being is burning with arousal.

you lift your hips up and ride him, meeting his thrusts. while you ride him, you shakily lift up your top. you leave the shirt on but bundle up the fabric above your tits, for some reason it feels hotter that way.

capa groans and plants his feet on the floor, holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you harshly.

“o-oh fu-uck!” you sob as capa pounds into that sensitive spot from within you, hastily you bring your hand between your legs to rub your clit. both of you knew this wouldn’t last long, so you just want to enjoy it while you can.

capa feels like his brain is melting, he doesn’t know where to look. he can either watch your tits bounce with each thrust, he can watch your pretty little face contort with pleasure, or he can watch his cock slide in and out of your heavenly cunt. he can’t settle on one, so he eagerly switches between each of them.

“you’re so fuckin’ wet ..” he choked as he watched his member glisten with your arousal. since being on icarus II, capa began to dream of situations like this. it was normally faceless women, but he was absolutely feigning for some tight wet pussy, despite how much he tried to hide it.

“don’t stop— please ..” you huff. you know capa won’t stop, he’s too far gone to quit now, yet the words still fell from your mouth. you haven’t felt so good in so long, you don’t want it to end.

“won’t stop.” capa slurs as his thighs shake from exhaustion, “fuck. can’t stop stop, baby, feels too fucking good.”

your orgasm begins to build up from within you. both you and capa are shaky, sweaty, desperate, and close. you place a hand behind you for stability and dig your nails into capa’s knee as he thrusts into you, your other hand still stimulating your clit as best you can.

capas cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown, and plush lips hang agape. you want to tell him he looks gorgeous, but you can’t seem to find the words to at the moment.

“‘m getting close.” he hissed as his grip on your hips got tighter, “come on my cock. please, baby. i need to feel it. please.” capa rambles mindlessly, you’ve felt like an absolute dream the entire time but the sight and sensation of you coming undone on his cock would be the cherry on top.

“yes, yes, yes-“ you gasp as your orgasm finally breaks through you, the stimulation on your clit comes to a stop but capa continues to fuck into you as you come for him. you release a loud, guttural moan at the pleasure. mere seconds after, capas whining beneath you about how close he is and how pretty you look when you come.

after pulling out, capa feverishly pumps himself and quickly spills his load onto your ass and his thighs while groaning and whimpering.

you shakily slide off his lap and sit on the cold floor beside him. while attempting to fix your appearance, you both giggle at what you had just done. since it had been so long, it felt almost innocent. just two desperate people who wanted to feel each others bodies.

“can we do this again tomorrow?” capa asks while attempting to catch his breath

“tomorrow?” you raise your brows, “you want to make this a routine?”

capa laughs, “you shouldn’t have given me a taste, baby, now i’m going to keep crawling back for more.”

—

sorry, had horny capa thoughts, can you really blame me tho.

[targaryenluvs]

ok hear me out w this dark!finnick idea; post-74th everlark, snow’s trying to do damage control and tells finnick to date another victor, and finnick’s hesitance to date his former mentee— means ofc she’s picked :( it’s not like finnick would ever put on a show to get her purposefully picked, he’s totally a good mentor and he’s defiantly never thought of ruining her, but, might as well make the most of it

alternatively omg image finnick living through the rebel’s victory— but the aftermath of the takeover meant a lot of the ppl involved in the games (no matter how small apart they played) get to executed,, including the little capitol girl who was (barely) part of his team n helped him get ready (or mb his district escort, or just like a stylist idk). helpful, helpful finnick steps up n tells her he can totally help her but it’s going to involve her losing her capital ties n taking up his name (plus they really have to sell it, so good knows how far they’d have to go, but he’s always so willing n helpful)

these aren’t requests or anything, i haven’t slept in 30 hours and I watched like my nth finnick edit whilst procrastinating prepping for my applied physics final

first of all i know i always sleep at wild times but THIRTY HOURS?? BABY GO TO SLEEP!!!

second of all, i wish you the best on your physics final ❤️

third of all your mind works wonders!!

can you imagine him seeing her again for the first time after she’s picked?? imagine nervous finnick for the first time 😭

-

“just our luck huh? two idiots make fools of the capitol and we end up on damage control!” your voice was as always sweet and pretty. finnick wanted to bottle it up all for himself.

“who would’ve thought?” finnick smiled, the charm may have been turned on but god was he a mess inside.

“you look good finn, grown. how’ve you been?”

i’ve been patiently waiting for the next time i see you. he wondered if that would scare you off so he smiled instead, “waiting for my lovely mentor to show and she’s here now so great.” you giggled as your touched his bicep, and his pants felt tighter, god you were adorable. you may be older than him but he has grown, and now he towers over you, dwarfs you in comparison and he adores it.

“you look stunning per usual.” you grinned and took your dress in, a gorgeous baby blue dress, with tiny straps on each side and a slit on the right side. your neck looked oddly markable to finnick but he’d refrain for now. “and you look handsome, when’d that happen?” you teased him before pinching his cheek.

you still thought of him as the same little boy from four. he could tell, but he wasn’t a boy anymore and he’d show you that.

“who knows. now, we have people to see.” he linked his arm with yours as the two of you made your way from the foyer and into the den of the capitol, hungry eyes and touchy hands pounced at the opportunity to feel the capitols darling and diamond.

he would snap every hand if he could, you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

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“yes. i’ll do it, i don’t want to- no i can’t die.” you were crying now and finnick felt bad, but you’d just agreed to marry him so he couldn’t care less.

“no tears honey, you get to live.” his voice was sweet and comforting, looking up at him you felt happy. you watched him grow up, you helped him through it and now he was helping you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful.

“thank you finnick really, you don’t have to do this.” he shook his head and wiped away your tears, “you’ve been by my side for so long it’s the least i could do y/n.” your teary eyes should’ve made him feel bad but the idea of your marriage had his own heart racing. and as you hugged him he felt his worries melt away.

you were locked in for life.

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

ADHD CURTIS BROTHERS HCS PLEASEEEEE 🙏

YESSS I FUCK WITH THIS HEAVY

Ponyboy

pony's most apparent symptom is his inattentiveness. his head is always up in the clouds, and he spends a looot of time daydreaming

very very very forgetful, mostly about his own needs. he'll go days without brushing his teeth if darry doesn't remind him

pony has a bad habit of zoning out while looking directly at people, so they just look over and his eyes are like wide and glazed over and staring into their souls. it especially freaks steve out for some reason. "QUIT STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!!" "huh?"

he can't get himself to do his homework in a timely manner. he works best under pressure and so he'll just procrastinate it until the night before it's due and then he locks in

when he does lock in like that, he's practically dead to the world. bro forgets to eat and drink and move his body for like hours at a time until darry or soda makes him get up and he's just like "ow. ow. ow. everything hurts"

he's still hyperactive though and it drives darry crazy sometimes. when he's with the rest of the gang is when it really spikes, and he'll start running all around the house with them. darry can tell though when he needs to get his energy out because he'll just start following darry around the house and bounce around or drum his fingers on every single thing he can. when he gets like that, darry will ask him if he wants to go for a run or play football or smthn so that he can get his energy out

bro WILL hyper fixate on every single thing he's interested in, his consistent ones are books and movies, but sometimes he'll just spend hours a day thinking about one specific book or drawing one character from the latest movie he's seen

it's always a 50/50 on whether he's going to have lots of fun or get super overstimulated in different places. like in grocery stores, after a half hour he's ready to start crying and he'll usually just get quiet and not leave darry's side until they leave. but he thrives in other places like fairs and festivals, and enjoys the bright lights and loud music

he doesn't have great control over his temper. he gets frustrated super easily and will get snappy over the smallest things, but almost every time without fail it ends with him crying and feeling bad

Sodapop

this man may just be the most hyperactive person ever

he will NOT stay in one place for more than five minutes at a time. he's always running around the house, and when he does stay in one spot, he's shaking/bouncing his leg the entire time

like pony though, he gets his moments where he locks in and they're the only times that he doesn't break focus no matter what. he'll go from talking nonstop to just being dead silent as he tries to fix something on a car at work and it freaks steve out

he's so bad with rejection :( even if it's something as small as someone saying they don't like his favorite car, or they're not in the mood to talk about horses, he'll get so sad and feel like his interests are stupid

he cries a lot no matter what he's feeling. if he gets frustrated, angry, or scared, he'll start crying and his energy goes through the roof

soda is easily the most forgetful person any of the gang has ever met. he'll forget what day it is, to put shoes on, to take food out of the oven, everything. it's mostly a short-term memory issue. however, his memory will be really good for oddly specific things. steve: "remember that time I got a cold or something in like elementary school and-" "oh yeah that tuesday in october in first grade when you were wearing that red shirt and you kept sneezing during story time :)" "why do you remember that??" "I dunno"

when he gets overstimulated it's BAD. it doesn't happen often, but when it does, he'll break down in tears and refuse to speak to anyone. darry's the only one who can ever calm him down

he stims a lot, usually by playing with the hair on the back of his neck or rubbing whatever shirt he's wearing

Darry

although it may not be as obvious, darry's also on the hyperactive side. he loves football, running, swimming, anything that's high intensity and lets him get his energy out. when he doesn't have a chance to do those things, he'll usually just pace around or do a quick workout

he will drum his fingers every single time he's thinking, he's even worse than pony with it. and if he has a pen in his hand, you better believe he's clicking it nonstop. the amount of dirty looks he got in school for it was crazy

even though he gets on pony for it a lot, darry also zones out a lot. he's usually better at hiding it though, like people will be having full conversations with him and they don't realize that he was zoned out the whole time until they ask him something and he just goes "huh?"

his biggest hyper fixation has always been football. he could talk for hours and hours about any player, team, or game if someone lets him

he did great in school, but he always had to find obscure ways of remembering things for tests and quizzes, he especially did a lot of those acronym things. whenever someone asked him how he did something or remembered something, he would explain his weird system and they would be even more confused

this poor man cannot cope without a schedule. that's a part of the reason why he gets so bothered when pony isn't home at the right time, because it throws off his schedule and then his whole day is ruined

whenever he reads, he can only focus if he sort of murmurs the words the whole time, and he almost always plays with the edges of the paper to keep his focus

when he gets overstimulated, he gets snappy and loud and doesn't want a single person to touch or talk to him

he's big on vocal stims. he hums or mumbles to himself or makes random noises whenever he's trying to focus on something

[lowcallyfruity]

Sebepel headcanons 💞

😈 finally posting them after like 5000 months of procrastinating ☝️☝️ ummm they are long because well, I love them.

(about 1k words 😨😨😨)

Headcanons are like in chronological order I guess, from before they were dating to during dating basically 👍

I also changed my writing style/point of view (?) near the end, idk just wanted to give a heads up

Sebek being confused why he thinks of Epel so much. He’s just a human after all. I mean he is really cool and talented but still!! He’s a human. It’s strange to him.

Sebek treasures the squirrel plushie he got from Epels hometown

Sebek occasionally thinking about Epels hometown and wanting go there again.

Sebek getting frustrated and eventually decides to hang out with Epel more.

Sebek calls Epel by his name often instead of human. He calls him human sometimes but not as much as the others. People start noticing this and go “huh. Strange”

Sebek being nice to Epel and Epel being like “huh.”

Sebek hanging out with Epel often and giving him gifts and Epel being confused. Epel being like “this is….weird? I can’t believe SEBEK is doing this? Especially knowing what people say about him??”

Epel getting used to Sebek after a while and gladly accepting his gifts hanging out with him.

Epel eventually thinking its cute and endearing.

Sebek thinking Epel is really cool and strong and thinking he’s a very capable human. So much that he invites Epel to workout/train with him and occasionally to Diasomnia training sessions.

Epel really appreciating what Sebek does for him. Epel getting happy that Sebek invites him to train with him.

Sebek and Epel hanging out/training/studying in Sebeks room.

Epel visiting Diasomnia so much that he knows it’s layout and where stuff is.

Epel getting close Sebek and the Diasomnia gang.

Epel inviting Sebek to the Pomfeiore dorm and Sebek being nervous internally

Sebek becoming more nervous and self conscious about his actions and behaviors.

He doesn’t want to lose his beloved friend.

He doesn’t want him to this he’s annoying.

Sebek eventually getting over his hatred for humans and loving Epel to the fullest extent.

Epel being one of the reasons Sebeks hatred for humans starts chipping away.

Sebek loosening up with Epel and being much softer with him. He feels he can be more vulnerable with Epel.

Same with Epel, he feels like he can really be himself with Sebek.

Epel teasing Sebek a lot and vice versa.

Them sitting in silence doing their own thing <333 (huehuehuehuehue parallel play….)

Sebek hugging Epel tightly, baisically squishing him/crushing his bones

Epel getting used to Sebeks hugs and hugging him back the same

Sebek is so pathetic and such a loser. He tries to impress Epel but he struggles.

Lilia catching onto Sebeks crush on Epel and teasing him about it.

Sebek swears it’s not a crush.

Sebek talking about Malleus to Epel and Epel just listening quietly. :]

Sebek slowly talking about Epel more and more. The students can’t believe it! Sebek talking about someone other than Malleus or Lilia?! That’s insane

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Sebek sends letters to Epel… because Lilia says that’s the old fashioned way to court someone! And it definitely works! So he should try it

The letters are a bit awkward and silly at first but Epel doesn’t mind…eventually they get really sweet,, and Epel thinks it’s cute but he’s still confused why he’s sending letters instead of texting, they have each others number after all.

Sebek starts texting Epel a lot, telling him all about malleus, things he did that day, and showing him things that remind him of Epel.

I like to think Sebek is a bit uncomfortable talking on the phone but Epel helps him get used to it.

Sebek learns how to play guitar for Epel. Lilia said it would be so cute to play him a Song

It’s night time when Sebek confesses, They’re sitting outside of Pomefiore just sitting there and laughing. It starts with “I think I love you” and from there Sebek starts rambling about how much he appreciates Epel. And the whole time Epel is just looking at him like “wow.”

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Sebek talking about his lovely boyfriend who is the coolest guy to ever exist!!! (He might even surpass Malleus. Sebek is very conflicted) boasting about how amazing and strong he is for a human!!! How he’s very talented and skillfull.

Epel taking Sebek to his hometown to visit. Sebek being happy he can go back. He loves Epel’s hometown

Sebek going to Epel’s hometown often that he has now seen it in all of its seasons.

Epel speaking less formally with Sebek and occasionally going full blown with his Dialect.

Sebek wanting to learn more of Epel’s dialect and culture

Epel gladly teaching him

Sebek loves Epel’s accent so much.

Sebek genuinely being so happy and proud to have Epel as his boyfriend.

Sebek holding Epel’s hand tight because he loves him dearly.

When they held hands for the first time Sebek was so nervous he didn’t know what to do. (Internally he was screaming crying throwing up)

Epel wanting to take Sebek on rides on his motorbike

Sebek would definitely accept if Epel asked but he would be so nervous to do it

Epel wanting to do more stuff to show Sebek how much he means to him because Sebek does so much for him.

Epel asking Vil and and Rook for advice on gifts.

Vil not fully understanding why Epel is dating Sebek, but supports it anyway.

Sebek is just happy that Epel is his boyfriend and hangs out him.

Sebek introducing Epel to his family and Epel just being like “wow.” (/pos)

Sebek picks up Epel just so he can kiss him better.

Though sometimes, Epel will pull Sebek down to kiss him.

Sebek only kisses Epel on his cheek or hands because he’s too embarrassed to do it on the mouth.

Epel being awkward and rarely kissing Sebek, and if he does it’s on the cheek. Sebek is okay with it and wants to make sure Epel is comfortable

Sebek kissing Epel often. Sometimes in public. Epel starts finding it cute.

Epel getting more used to being affectionate and doing the same with Sebek!!!

Idk man they just love wholesome kisses and holding each other 😭😭😭😭

They probably had their first kiss on the lips in their junior or senior year. They were too embarrassed to try it before.

Sebek happy stims SO MUCH when he’s with Epel.

Epel loves it SO much because he’s just so glad Sebek feel comfortable enough around him…..

Epel giving Sebek apple carvings is a tradition.

Sebek started to put preserving spells on the apples so they wouldn’t rot

Epel is Sebeks number one supporter frfr 🙏🙏🙏

Epel made Sebek want to do handcrafted things again…. They started doing woodworking together

Epel compliments Sebek a lot and it makes Sebek feel like the specialest guy in the world. He loves it so much. But they also leave him a mess

Epel goes to Sebek for compliments because he thinks they’re cute, and he feels very validated around Sebek

Epel and Sebek are the biggest hypemen for eachother. “If you guys don’t cheer for my boyfriend I’m going to blow this place up” type shit

Sebek gives Epel his jacket often because Epel loves wearing big jackets. He also likes how he looks :3

Sebek will go to Epel’s games and sometimes even practices and cheer for him like crazy. Probably the loudest guy there. (Leona finds it annoying, but whatever)

But a lot of times he will stand and stare in awe of Epel’s skill. He’s so talented.

When Epel is done with a game or practice most of the time Sebek runs up to hug him or grabs him by the shoulders and tells him how amazing he was!!!

Epel will also go and see Sebek in the equestrian club!!! He thinks Sebek looks really cute (and stupid) and is just so endeared by him

Sebek walks Epel to class as often as he can,,, he thinks it’s sooo cool of him

When Epel saw Sebek with his hair down, he freaked out. He looked SO handsome. He couldn’t function for like a week, he would just keep thinking of Sebek.

Sebek was SO embarrassed, he couldn’t believe his boyfriend saw him like that. Epel assured him it was fine.

Epel wants Sebek to keep his hair down more often,,,, Sebek says that maybe one day he’ll do it more.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

What gave you the courage to attempt (and succeed!!!!) writing a book and publishing it? I really want to attempt it myself but I’m very scared. Seeing you gain your very well deserved success has ignited a spark in me but I’m worried that fear is holding me back from doing what I love.

Hello!!

The thing is, writing a book and putting it out there? That is SO scary. Like it's really scary! It puts you in a really vulnerable place, and it's totally normal to be scared of doing it.

For me, I've said since I was 7 or 8 that I wanted to be an author. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, and it was the only job I wanted.

But honestly, what made me actually think "huh, I'm good at this, and people might like my writing" was fanfic! I was posting a LOT of fic, and people really liked it, and it gave me the confidence boost I needed to try and actually put my original stuff out there.

Also, and this is key: the reason One Night In Hartswood got published is because I entered a competition looking for queer writers, and the prize was a publishing contract. At that point, Hartswood was nowhere near finished, barely even started, and I had to be gently and lovingly bullied into even entering by @inber. The sudden pressure of there being a deadline was a real kick up the arse, and I'm not sure if Hartswood would have ever seen the light of day without it, because I am very scared and very good at procrastinating.

Once I'd actually finished Hartswood and was waiting to hear if I'd won or not, I'd utterly fallen in love with my boys and at that stage would have gone onto submission with it had I not just because I loved them so much.

So I guess what I'm saying is: be passionate, love the thing you're writing, find people who support you, and if you get a chance (even before you think you're ready) you should fucken go for it

[garf-lover96]

Last Straw

okay now.. i really stepped out of my comfort zone for this one. because i don't usually write stuff that makes me sad😔 but i've wanted to write a plague fic for a while now because i had a nice idea for it!! but i kept procrastinating on it because i was worried about whether i'd execute my vision exactly how i want to. i think it came out nice though, i'm particularly proud of a few parts here. DO NOT get used to me writing pure angst though, i had no idea it would actually be so taxing omg

this one counts 1,4k words. as always when posting my original ideas i am shaking in my boots and any comments and thoughts are appreciated...... especially since this is my first time writing something like this.. thank you in advance ❤️

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The lock clicks softly as I turn the key with a trembling hand. It's been a damn long day and with all the work that's been on my mind, I only remembered that I haven't eaten a thing in hours on my way home. I push the door open and step inside on unsteady legs, immediately pulling my mask off and throwing it to the ground, making miscellaneous herbs fall out of it in consequence. I thought I would've get used to the getup a while ago but the longer I wear all that waxed leather, the more suffocating it gets. Then again, I've been running on fumes this past week... It's probably just my body struggling to catch up.

My skin itches under the stuffy clothes, making me want to rip them all off at all costs. I struggle with pulling the gloves off when I hear familiar chattering getting closer. I barely have any time to react before a magpie throws herself at my face, pecking my face scrutinizingly.

"I know, sweetie, I'm sorry I kept you waiting— I had no idea I would have to stay that long." I defend myself weakly, catching her in my bare hands right after my gloves finally come off. Her little face looks so worried, it breaks my heart... "I'm alright, see? Safe and sound, just a little tired. How about you, huh? You didn't wander around too much today?"

I smooth out the ruffled feathers on her cheeks, heading for the staircase to the apartment. I don't bother to take my shoes off since the whole place can't exactly get any filthier, with the recent lack of maintenance. I let the bird perch on my shoulder as I climb up, holding onto the dusty railing.

"It's better that you're staying inside anyway, there isn't much to look at on the streets these days... You know, pain and death as far as the eye can see—" I pause when I feel her press herself to the side of my neck more firmly, sensing the jump of my pulse at the recollection of the bodies on the streets, seen only more frequently now.

I'm a little lightheaded by the time I reach the top of the stairs, needing a moment to stop my vision from blurring. I slide down to the floor against the wall, rubbing my eyes with a dry groan.

"If you ask about how my day went... Well, I spent most of it cleaning blood from every possible surface, trying to keep the clinic sanitary. Then I sat curled up in a corner trying to get a bunch of reports done while Ilya tried admitting and tending to every single person that showed up... And it was a lot of people. Way too much for one doctor to handle." I inhale slowly, just barely keeping my composure, "Everything keeps getting worse... I'm worried for us, Bluebell... You and me, Ilya, the city. I..."

I trail off so I don't say something I've been thinking about ever since the plague began to worsen beyond anything I could imagine. I'm doubting my ability to be of any help to the people of Vesuvia and Asra keeps finding his way into my mind. Our argument is the first thing I think of when I wake, and the last when I fall asleep. I wish I could just miss him like a normal person instead of... Being jealous that he doesn't have to deal with the plague like me. Wishing he was suffering here with all of us.

A peck to the side of my head pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I should just grab a thing to eat... I'm being delirious." I mutter and slowly get to my feet, holding onto the wall.

Reaching the kitchen doesn't fill me with much excitement. My stomach feels tight and I doubt that I'll even manage to swallow anything with how dry my throat is. Looking through my pantry, I realize I don't have much to choose from in terms of a meal. The stale bread is by far the most appealing thing I can see inside.

"...You ate something while you were out, right, sweetheart?"

Bluebell screeches affirmatively but she's not very glad about the fact that I don't have any real food for myself.

"I'll be fine for tonight. I'll try to get a hold of some groceries tomorrow, okay?"

I take only a few bites before I start feeling nauseous and have to exit the room. I desperately want to just lay down and fall asleep but the least I should do to retain a sense of normalcy is visiting the bathroom to wash my face and brush my hair out.

I let Bluebell hop down on the bathroom counter while I rummage through the cabinets and shelves for a comb. It takes a little while since I haven't organized anything in the apartment for ages. Everything here smells of spilled fragrant oils and soaps so I shut the stubborn drawer with a slam right after pulling my busted comb out. I need to get away from all these scents as soon as possible so I don't feel the overwhelming urge to throw up anymore.

I shift my loose braid over my shoulder and begin to unravel it, wincing occasionally through the more difficult tangles.

I unwillingly catch a glimpse of myself in the stained mirror. I've been avoiding looking at it ever since Asra left. I'm ashamed of being this viscerally angry at the fact that he chose survival over staying in the city with me. I can't even imagine what I would say to him if he decided to come back for me... I'd hope one look at his face would be enough for me to forget this grudge, take him into my arms and never be apart from him again. Just like it used to be.

I sniff softly, feeling tears irritate my already reddened eyes. I let my hair go to wipe my eyes with my hands, but I freeze when I hear a quiet thunk against the floor. I glance down, thinking Bluebell accidentally knocked down one of the many stray trinkets littering the cabinets with her pacing.

My eyes fall on a blood-red stain on the floor. Once my vision adjusts, I realize that it's moving and... It's one of those beetles we have to keep chasing away at the clinic. It's knocked over on its back, wobbling from side to side helplessly.

I catch my briefly held breath with a gasp and crush it under my heel, causing a crimson puddle to appear, with bits of shell and skinny limbs mixed in.

Disgust overtakes me once the realization of how it must've got here sets in. Patrons, this is even worse than getting my hair stained with blood...

I get overwhelmed with a phantom sensation of a thousand beetles—just like the one I just killed—crawling all over my skin. Hyperventilating, I start looking around the bathroom frantically, knowing that there has to be a pair of scissors nearby. I just want to make it stop, get rid of everything that this awful pest managed to touch—

My hand closes tightly around the cool metal instrument and I promptly grab a clumsy fistful of what was once my biggest joy. It takes a few hard, grating snips to get all of it off.

I let all the long curls fall to the floor, throwing the scissors along with them with a loud clutter. The crawly feeling is gone, at least, but I can't bear to look at the proof of everything that just happened here.

What would Asra think of this massacre...

"I guess that means I'm relieved of the hair brushing duties..." I mutter weakly, glancing up at Bluebell, that my brain seemed to have tuned out up until now. She's walking back and forth on top of the cabinet, her chatters even more panicked than when I first came home "Let's just go to sleep... I don't want any more opportunities to feel even worse..."

She scrambles to get on my shoulder, preening in distraught through the hack job on my head.

I slide my feet out of my shoes and go practically limp once my body hits the bed. But even though I'm more exhausted than I have ever been, the warm night refuses to bless me with any sleep. The only comfort in my lethargic state is the magpie pressed firmly against my chest.

One sentence rings in my head as I stare emptily at the cluttered bedroom. 'I can't let a few inconveniences stop me from going to the clinic tomorrow.'

[soapoet]

quick energy reading #0601

short and sweet for your convenience.

like & rb if it resonates ♡

01.

you'd be a gold medalist if overcoming obstacles was an olympic sport. it's really been one thing after the other, huh? i sense some snakes in your garden, but they'll never harm your roses unless you let them. safeguard your energy and don't feel guilty if you need to weed certain people out of your life. if something or someone has overstayed their welcome and no longer support the life you want to lead, let them go. you deserve much better than what you've been getting, in all areas of your life. take some time when you can in june and turn inwards. honour your soul and give praise to the good deeds and qualities with your name on them. you haven't given yourself a genuine, honest pep talk in a while. and i'm not talking about affirmations repeated compulsively on the go and in your darkest hours. genuinely stop and have a word with yourself. show yourself how beautiful you are and don't stop until you break the barrier around your heart and bring yourself to tears. those tears will help you heal your self-worth and help you rise to the next level. you are strong and beautiful, so don't let the world wear your heart down.

02.

look at you! filled to the brim with marvellous ideas. have your projects been stalling lately? if you've been lacking in resources, the way forward should be clear soon. don't be afraid of asking for help when you need it. you should see your words and actions towards others reciprocated soon. buckle up and get ready for new opportunities in june, especiallyif you've felt like a rock to everyone around you lately, whilst being left to drift at sea alone when you've needed a rock, too. make sure it's not all work and no play this month. you may find inspiration in your oldest joys, so seek out nostalgia and let it fuel your soul. if you procrastinate, don't beat yourself up over it. it's okay, i promise. if you need a breather then take it, and do not entertain any feelings of shame or guilt over it. if someone calls you lazy, just smile and wave. you know your energy reserves the best. can you do the thing when you're at 50%? sure, but if you'd rather take the time to charge up to 100% before you dive back in, then so be it. don't let anyone tell you how and when to do what and why. you're the main character of your own life, and you reserve the right to act like it.

03.

wow. your energy is highly magnetic. be careful with your thoughts and feelings in june, as your manifestations are happening faster, and i see that there may be lots of things testing your patience. remember that you're not responsible for your first reaction to situations, but the second one is all on you. step back and into the role of the observer to avoid the drama around you. when something less than ideal occurs, just say "damn, that's crazy", then move along. life is too short to get stuck on hiccups. there are bigger, better things in store for you. keep your goals in your peripheral where you can still see them regardless of the 3d, and glance over to them and show gratitude towards them throughout the day, especially when what's in front of you looks a little rough. i also feel the need to tell you that you're beautiful. like, there is something ethereal about you. if you've been manifesting things related to your appearance, energetically it's showing tenfold! avoid getting hung up on any perceived flaws. they're simply not there.

[askhatchetfieldhigh]

mental health stats yall??

also presents for you guys

ruth: 🎟️ tickets to heathers

richie: 🎧 noise cancelling headphones

max: 🐕 dog

pete: 📖 a signed copy of lord of the rings

steph: 💿 fleetwood mac cd

grace: ✨ a star projector

I'm doing okay right now actually! Thanks for asking! And OMG HEATHERS TICKETS!?!?!? Marry me now-

-- Ruth!

I'm okay. A little tired but that's because I pulled an all nighter watching anime. Wait... you got this for me?? I-I'm honored!! Thank you!!

~~ Richie :3

I'm FUCKING GREAT like ALWAYS. AND WAIT A MINUTE... A DOG!? BRO... Actually THANKS.

x MAX

I'm alright. I bit stressed because I have 4 exams next week. Oh, and, huh? This is for me? Really? Wow, uh... thanks! Really, thank you!

**Peter Spankoffski

I'm alright, kid. Procrastinating my studying, but I'll just cheat off of Pete anyways. Hold up. For me? You thought of me? Wow. Thanks! I don't have this one.

> Steph

I'm good. I've been doing lots of prayer lately, and any time with Jesus is good by me. And also thanks for the gift. How did you know I like space stuff?

~ Grace Chasity 🙏

[retardedpsyche]

Everything i've made

My passion for SMG4 has gone down in the past few months, and Ive decided to leave this community as fast as I came. Here are all the fics I haven't shared yet here on Tumblr.

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‘’Dear diary.

Today was boring as hell. 

I knew that taking care of a cafe would get tiring eventually, but geez. So much shit went down that I could barely attend to everything. I really should stop procrastinating and hire more employees other than Eggdog. But who knows? Maybe they aren't as reliable as him.

Cleaning up the aftermath wasn’t necessarily any better, even if it was quiet. It’s tedious to clean the place up only for some messy customers to mess it all up again the next morning. Oh well, at least I could for a moment hear myself think, which was nice.

Though, that came to a halt when I heard knocking on the door.’’

I look back at that moment now, I could see my rival, my enemy, my ‘’friend’’ behind the glass door, leaning against it. His name was SMG4. Geez, what did he want at this hour?

Making my way over to the door and opening it, I see him clearer. He looked tired, bags under his eyes, his white overalls stained around the legs, white gloves not doing much better. He was bruised all over.

‘’What the hell-’’ I managed before he collapsed onto me.

His head was resting on my chest, I’m sure he could hear my heartbeat. My eyes widened, I was... surprised to say the least. I didn’t know what to do, I just stood there, stiff.

‘’I didn’t know where else to go.’’ The man eventually exhales.

I relax a bit, thinking. Right, of course.. Miss Squid girl lived somewhere farther away, and it’s not like going to Mario and Luigi's house would be too smart to crash.. who knows how they’d react, especially that idiot Mario. Oh yeah, and it was also pretty far.

For a moment we just stood there, him resting on me with almost his full weight. I took in the words finally, expression softening. Although I could’ve very well pushed him off and told him to fuck off, I didn’t feel like doing so. After all, I've gone through a lot with him by now, I don’t feel like ruining it. Even if I don’t have a problem with screwing with him and the crew on a daily basis, it’s all lighthearted. This was different.

Something happened, something serious enough to get the guy that’s always upbeat down in the trenches so deep that he’d come to me for comfort. I mean, seriously? Why me? I've never been good at this stuff.

Though, would it be so much different from caring for Eggdog? Surely it wouldn't be too hard, right? Damn it, why am I thinking about this? I wouldn't actually take this idiot in and nurse him until he was able to get back on his feet, right? 

With a moment of hesitation, I wrap my arm around Fours waist and help him get to the elevator and down to my room. His eyes were half closed, it was like he was barely able to stay conscious.

Once down, I lay him down on my bed and tucked him in. Gosh, I felt so cringe. I wanted to do something about it like… hitting him with a pillow or something, I don't know! I feel so - ugh. 

Whatever, this will all be over when he regains his strength.

Looking back at SMG4, I exhale. He looked so peaceful, geez. What had even happened? Would he even want to talk about it? Not that I cared, of course.

Did I care? Nah.

I wouldn’t dare.

‘’Sorry for being so sudden.’’ SMG4 rasps.

-‘’Huh?’’

‘’I really couldn’t think of another place to go.’’

-’’Not even a hospital? Are you dense?’’

Four didn’t respond to that. He kept his eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. I felt bad immediately, just a little bit though. I didn’t care about him after all.

‘’I, you,’’ I felt like apologizing, but I didn’t want to look foolish.

-’’It’s okay.’’

It was silent after that. I grit my teeth, turning away from SMG4. I grab my notebook from the nearby desk to write -

And here I am now. Back in the present. How long has it been? Damn it. I really should've kept an eye out for the clock. What time was it? I check my watch - 12am, nice.

A sigh, I didn’t feel like writing this down right now. I lock my notebook and hide it under the bed. Slowly turning to look back at Four. He was sleeping soundly… good.

Yeah, it was good, whatever.

I clasp my hands together, debating. I wasn’t sure what to do. It’s not like I could just lay down and sleep comfortably with this idiot in the way.

…

Do not think of that. That would be stupid and gay and - 

I shook my head, inhaling, and exhaling.

I hated myself for who I was. Why did I have to like that guy so much suddenly? Or, well, it wasn’t really sudden, was it? All because of that meme guardian bullshit I just had to get to know this moron better. Thanks a lot, universe.

Or, have I just been hiding my feelings the whole time? I feel cringe for thinking that, why do I have to be like this? I hate myself. I hate the way I think. 

I hate the way I love you.

…Fuck.

Why? Why do I think like this?

Seriously, what is wrong with me?

I need to get my mind off of things. But then again, would that just count as me avoiding my feelings for the billionth time?

Taking another breath, I look back to SMG4, he had parted his eyelids.

I jump slightly, 

‘’I could hear you shifting around uncomfortably.’’ Four states, his brows inward. He sounded… worried… why? 

-‘’Well gee, sorry.’’ Why do I have to be so sarcastic? I was sorry.

SMG4 sighs, reaching his hand out, a small smile. ‘’Why don’t we both get some sleep?’’

My mouth opened, I was.. stunned. Seriously? We were leaning into this gay shit? Could he read minds? Fuck my life… I’m not gonna accept, right?

‘’Sure.’’

Damn it, why am I like this? This is so stupid.. I feel so ashamed. What would the world think if they saw this?

Four moves closer to the farther edge of the bed to give me room, lifting the blanket the best he could with his noodly limbs.

I was tense, I could feel my face become warm, I hated it. Eventually though, to not let SMG4s arm get overworked, I lay down next to him. We are facing each other, I’m sure he can see how stupid I look right now. It was so silent, it was almost awkward. My eyes drift to the side, until suddenly - 

He pulls me into a hug. His arms wrap around my torso, his head under my chin. He was stuck to me like a thistle. My hands instinctively rest on his shoulders, meeting back behind his head. I’m.. speechless. I feel so warm, I feel so safe, I feel comfortable.

I don’t think ive ever been this close to anyone before, it’s weird. At this point in my life, I feel like I should have had someone with me like this. But no. I’ve been so lonely. It really hit me now how alone I've been. Whenever I haven't been around him, I have felt useless, like I had no purpose. But when he shows up, I feel like I have something to live for. My life goal was to become better than him, and even to rule the world… but those were just there to distract me from the truth, right? Ever since we first met… I felt drawn to him. Even if we had a rocky start, it wouldn't affect what we are now, right?

I close my eyes, and exhale. This was good.

Nothing else mattered now. I had finally gotten what I had wished for for so long now unknowingly. 

I stroke his hair with my fingers. I can finally relax my body, I’m sure he could sense it as well.

‘’Thank you for letting me in.’’ Four mumbles against my chest.

-‘’Yeah, no problem.’’ I responded.

We didn’t need many words. We just enjoyed each other's company, laying there, silently. It felt so nice. Too nice, even. I didn’t want it to end, but that would be tomorrow's problem.

For now, I just wanted to sleep, holding the man I loved.

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The following is the mapping out for a longer fic I wanted to write but lost motivation on.

PROLOUGE: Watching the blue-clad man leave the cafe, the respectively purple man felt his heart ache. He hated that feeling. It contradicted every thought in his head. I should hate him, he thought. Just like he did in the good old days. But by pure chance that had changed. By pure chance they were linked together by the universe. If only -  IF ONLY - that wasn't the case. He wanted to be the man he once was. The one who was evil and he loved it. But now? He was but a pathetic weak doppelganger for his rival. Former rival. Now he felt more positive feelings rather than negative. He actually cared for the idiot's safety and health. It all felt so wrong… 

..Yet so right. Curling his fingers into fists and marching down to his room which was located in a secret room under the cafe. He practically throws himself on the bed. Maybe some rest would help his mind ease a bit.

bling

A message.

here we go

It had been a rough day for all. 

SMG3’s cafe had almost gotten smitten off of the face of the earth by law enforcement. Guess selling bombs without a license AND a criminal record wasn’t so smart after all. He was close to losing his temper.

SMG4 on the other hand, had trouble finishing his video as his editing program kept crashing. They were both on edge and were trying their best not to kill the next person they saw.

SMG4 had heard about SMG3’s cafe situation. While he knew that showing up wouldn’t likely be the best course of action, it was the closest cafe to the castle and the coffee was actually drinkable. Can you believe that? It had an unique taste at the very least. 

Leaving the castle and inhaling some fresh air, making his way to the cafe - trying to focus on the surroundings as he did so. He didn’t want the editing problem interrupting his every thought. It was a calm afternoon, a little humid but nothing unbearable. The sun was peeking through the foliage around The Showgrounds. It was a sight SMG4 had grown to love, with it being built from the ground up after Peach’s castle was sunk. Ugh, not something he liked to think about. A frown, best not to bother himself with it now.

Once at the cafe's door, he first peeked inside to see if SMG3 was inside: he was. Tending to usual cafe business and what not, cleaning any stains left from the coffee mugs, not that there were that many. 

As SMG4 enters the cafe, SMG3’s head jerks up and his eyes flash excitingly. His expression fell right as he saw SMG4.

‘’Oh look who it is.’’ SMG3 scoffs, ‘’What do you need now?’’

-’’The usual.’’ SMG4 was not in the mood for SMG3’s bullshit. He pinches his nose bridge and sighs. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Maybe he should just get off of his lazy ass and go to town for more caffeine.

‘’Really? No wacky adventure today?’’ SMG3 raised his brows.

-’’Three, not now.’’

‘’I see how it is.’’ SMG3 crosses his arms. ‘’You decided to prance on over here to show how upset you are to piss me off, yeah?’’

-’’What? No?’’ Was he serious right now?

‘’Don’t lie. You know it’s true.’’ SMG3 shoots a glare.

-’’Will you drop that attitude? It isn’t cute.’’ SMG4 places his hands on his hips.

‘’I’m not trying to be ‘’cute’’ here!’’ SMG3’s tone of voice turns louder.

-’’Well gee, sorry!’’ Great, now they were back to bickering aimlessly. Could this day get any worse?

‘’Ugh.’’ SMG3 marches forth, pointing at SMG4’s chest: ‘’Don’t make me kick you out.’’

-’’Oh? I wanna see you try.’’ I shouldn't have said that, he thought, but it was too late now. No use adding fuel to the fire.

The tension was high. They both stared into eachothers eyes, unblinking. They could very well get into a slap-off again, or start yelling profanities. SMG3 grips SMG4’s overall straps.

"I hate you so much, I could kiss you." He says under his breath.

-"You- what?" SMG4 blinks, corners of his lips lifting in confusion. It was like the frustration had almost dissipated.

"You heard me."

…Oh!

Looks like there was ‘’other’’ unresolved tension. SMG3 blinks back as his expression softens slightly. Welp, now that that was out there.. What now? They didn’t really know. Just standing there. They subconsciously inch closer to one another, until - SMG4 cups SMG3’s cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss. It was a quick one at that, a second at maximum. But it was passionate. They dislodge - SMG3 had left go of the overall straps.

Looking back up at his doppelganger's red eyes, SMG4 examined his expression. SMG3’s eyes were as wide as ever, he was flabbergasted, to say the least. Looks like what he said finally registered. Dumbass. Think before you speak! What happened to that? 

…But then it also registered to SMG4. He just kissed that dumbass. HE KISSED. THAT DUMBASS. His hand raises on his forehead, and he can't help but laugh. Eyes darting away from SMG3 for a moment.

After SMG3 didn’t make a sound however, SMG4 looked back at SMG3, slowly. His face had turned a bright red, and he was just standing there, stiff. 

SMG4 could feel his face also warm up, damn it. ‘’Dude, I.’’ He stammers.

-‘’I’M NOT GAY! YOU'RE GAY!’’

As he said that, SMG3 bites his index finger, avoiding eye contact.

SMG4 covers his face with his hands, giggling, this was so stupid. Oh, so, stupid. It’s like the whole ordeal with the editing program never happened. This had his mind occupied now, and he was sure it would continue to do so for the following two weeks. 

‘’Wh- what’s so funny? Huh?!’’ SMG3 looks back at SMG4, trying to hide his otherwise flustered demeanor with his usual rudeness.

-’’Use your last remaining brain cells to figure that one out!’’ 

‘’Uh… I’m going to my roo- I mean EVIL lair!’’

SMG3 marches off to the storage room with the ‘’very well hidden’’ elevator. Once at the elevator, he pauses. Looking behind him to see SMG4 staring after him with a raised eyebrow.

‘’What?’’ SMG3 glares, the red tint still on his cheeks.

-’’Really? Are you just going to act like nothing happened?’’

‘’Maybe - just MAYBE - it’s for the best.’’

Right, SMG4’s expression fell. taking every possible factor into consideration, if they were to get close, they would get absolutely destroyed by everyone, via the internet and real life. A sigh escapes him.

A moment of silence, before SMG3 blows a puff of air out of his nostrils. ‘’Too bad I’m the worst.’’

A genuine smile from SMG4. A short laugh, ‘’I can tell.’’ He walks up to SMG3. SMG3’s eyes widened and he backed up - they ended up in the elevator, SMG3 against the opposite door with SMG4’s arm resting on Three’s chest. Eyes still wide as ever and cheeks warm he holds his breath. He avoids eye contact - ‘’I still hate you though.’’ He mutters.

SMG4 places his available hand on SMG3’s chin and forces him to look at him: ‘’You're so tsundere SMG3.’’ He says with a cheeky grin.

-’’Shut up and get it over with.’’

‘’Heh.’’

They interlock their lips sloppily. It was passionate, the cramped elevator got hotter and hotter by the minute.

SMG3 presses the buttons next to him. The elevator descends into his room. The door behind SMG3 opened and they backed up - falling on the bed. 

All was but a blur after that. They could barely remember anything from that afternoon. SMG4 gained consciousness - he was on top of SMG3, the latters expression relaxed, arms resting on the pillows. With that reality settling in his mind, SMG4 lets himself fall down on his back next to SMG3, staring at the ceiling. He felt at ease at the very least. The stress that had been occupying his mind had completely gone away for now. As for SMG3… He was astonished. Unsure what even happened just now.

They had to break the silence somehow. SMG4 slowly looks to SMG3: ‘’Well that just happened.’’

-’’Yeah. Yeah, it…’’ SMG3’s voice trails off. He sits up.

‘’Hey! At least it wasn’t filmed, yeah?’’ SMG4 sits up too.

-’’Sure do hope so.’’

SMG4 gets up from bed, ‘’I may as well go back now… What time is it?’’

‘’Check it yourself, lazy.’’

‘’Ha!’’ Looking at his phone - 20:00. Shoot. Mario had informed him that he was coming over at 19:00 for a sleepover. He had completely forgotten.

‘’Damn it, I have to go.’’

-’’Yeah okay.’’

‘’See you around man!’’

To make the situation less awkward, SMG4 hurried to the elevator and tried not to look at SMG3. As the door shut, he exhaled. His hand on his forehead, he was lost in thought. Would this be another ‘’we will never talk about this again’’? He wasn’t sure which he would prefer. He didn’t know he felt THAT passionate over his ex-rival, it surprised him.

Once back up at the cafe, he makes his way out of the cafe to see -

‘’SMG4!!!’’ 

There he was. SMG4 approaches the plumber, who was sitting on a table, yes, on a table. The cafe was a mess, he assumed Mario was looking for spaghetti or something equally retarded… Hopefully Three wouldn’t be too mad.

‘’Where were you? Mario had to get Luigi to look for you!!’’

-’’Sorry Mario, I was busy.’’

Mario squints, sliding across the floor in front of SMG4, staring into his eyes. 

‘’Busy doing what?’’

-’’I was uhm. Helping SMG3 out with cafe business and what not.’’

‘’Riiiiiight.’’

SMG4 avoided eye contact with Mario, pushing him out of the way. ‘’Let’s just go to the castle.’’

-

Notes: 

4  is absent minded and mario asks him about that.

4 says its nothing

mario becomes infinite iq and realizes that isnt true. He asks if he got a girlfriend

4 debates his life choices

The night went as you would expect. Mario and SMG4 watched stupid memes on the internet and played the hit video game "super smash each other in the ass brothers" until the sun would rise. Regardless of the both of them not exactly being normal humans, sleep was necessary. SMG4 prepared a mattress for Mario to sleep on before laying on his own bed. His sleep schedule was never that good. Even looking a few years back it was apparent his passion for making videos took most of his time and energy and he’d often stay up until 4am or even later finishing his next ‘’masterpiece.’’ He curls his fingers together, exhaling deeply. He had tried to hide his emotions from Mario for the whole time they were hanging out. 

‘’Es em gee four?’’ Mario turned around to look at him.

-’’Yeah?’’ He shifts his weight on his arm.

‘’You've been a bit distracted today.’’

-’’Really?’’

‘’Did you really think Mario wouldn’t notice?’’

If only his stupidity was consistent in some way. SMG4 couldn’t count all the times he had suddenly said something highly intelligent out of nowhere. He clears his throat, ‘’No, no It’s nothing.’’

Mario squints his eyes. He was full on staring into his soul. SMG4 shifts uncomfortably. 

‘’Why the fuck you lyin’?’’ Mario stood and did what he does best: quote a meme.

-’’What? I’m not lying.’’

Clearly the italian wasn’t buying it. He sits back down. The tips of his fingers together akin to a mafia boss. ‘’Do you have a girlfriend?’’

-’’Huh? Where did you get that from?’’

Mario squinted his eyes. Before SMG4 could defend himself, he flopped on his side and began snoring. SMG4 sighed, laying back down as well. Staring at the ceiling. What did Mario mean by ‘’girlfriend’’? To think that a girl would've ever wanted to be that close to someone like him puzzled him. He was never good with that kind of stuff. Hell, he even struggled to keep friendships. 

…Wait a minute.

Did he mean SMG3? No, no that was stupid. He wasn’t gay. That was weird, wasn’t it? Besides, what happened back there was nothing. It was just an impulsive decision that likely cost him everything… 

Great. He couldn’t help but wonder how SMG3 felt at this moment. Was he frustrated with him? Himself? SMG4 face palms himself. His thoughts trailed over to what 3 had said back in the collapsing castle. "They, we, will always be here to have fun and laugh together" and "We can make another!" "We're … We're friends." SMG4 Hated himself For even considering letting him go to fall to the depths of the abyss. He couldn't believe he'd valued something as insignificant as a video over his friend. 

At least SMG3 didn’t seem to take it to heart. He had asked for help from him to get his notebook back. He had been there to hang out when the crew was gathered together. He was there to defeat Mr Puzzles. Even so, he did have his usual moments. Trying to steal a sponsorship to fuel his shattered ego, for one. 

SMG4s mind went back over to the whole ordeal That had happened last evening. SMG3 must be in a state of complete and utter disarray. He sits back up. He would have to check up on him. He left too abruptly anyways.

…Though, some sleep first would be nice.

-

3 avoids 4 to his best ability 

4 eventually catches him and they talk

because that conversation was in public, mr pussass sees it and gets an idea.

The clock hit 14. SMG4 opened his eyes to see the familiar white ceiling made out of planks. He slept well that day. Nothing could interrupt his slumber.

As much as he enjoyed the comfort of his bed, he knew He should get going as fast as possible. 

Sitting upright and looking over to Mario. Or, well, where he was supposed to be. The plumber had disappeared. SMG4 sighed, probably went out to look for more food. He made his way out of bed, not bothering to clean up the mess left behind from the sleepover. it could wait.

He pushed the door to the castle open and stretched. Speed walking to SMG3's Coffee & Bombs. He peeked inside through the Window. It was desolate, not a customer in sight, or the man himself for that matter.

SMG4 frowned. He reached into his pocket for the keys. SMG3 had traded a pair For him when he gave SMG3 the keys to the castle. 

Turning the lock and going Inside. "You in here man?" He calls. "Sorry for leaving so abruptly yesterday, I was in a hurry." He hoped that sounded sincere enough. 

Getting no response, he makes his way over to the elevator. Now suddenly reminded of yesterday, he sharply inhales. Don't think about it too hard. 

Down in the bedroom there was no sign of SMG3. Eggdog wasn't there either. He thought that Karen would have returned the pup by now. "Ugh." He grumbles to himself, going back up. He'd have to look elsewhere. 

…

The Internet Graveyard didn't have anything either. He did find Eggdog being taken care of by the ancient memes. Defeated, he made his way to the city. Sitting down on a bench, arms crossed. 

Thats all folks! If anyone wants to pick these up, be my guest. Thank you for reading!

[melodygatesauthor]

Any thots on the moon boys with a plus size partner? I'm feeling extra fat and ugly today so this is kinda self indulgent sorry about that I guess

Melody Gates Procrastinates

Nonnie I'm sorry I didn't get to this sooner, hope you're feeling better cause BEEN THERE. It's ok to be self indulgent sometimes. I'm plus size too so let's be self indulgent together, shall we? - NSFW

Marc

Marc likes the softness of being with someone plus size. He isn't loud about it, but you notice that he likes to lay on your tummy while you're curled up on the couch together. He's particularly fond of the way you look when you feel the most confident. He can tell when you're uncomfortable in something.

"Why are you wearing that?" He'll ask in his usual grumpy Marc tone.

"I thought you might like it."

"I do, I like anything you wear, but I can tell you don't like it, so go put on something you like."

If you're having a down day, one where you feel exceptionally self conscious (we all have them), he's making sure to sprinkle compliments throughout the day.

You're getting ready in front of the mirror and he walks by with a whistle and a, "wow, honey you look amazing."

You're sitting on the couch and he pulls you in for a heated makeout session and whispers, "how the hell did I get lucky enough to have someone beautiful as you, huh?"

I know without a doubt he's got his hands on every part of you he can while his cock buried deep inside of you. He's telling you over and over again how beautiful he thinks you are until he's spent, squeezing you so hard while he comes that he leaves divots in your hips.

----

Steven

Steven, much like Marc, likes the way it feels to curl up with you and wrap his arms around you tightly. He really likes to see you when you're smiling, and likes it even more when he's the reason you're smiling.

I can see Steven, upon realizing that you're clearly feeling unhappy with the way you look, ever so adorably pointing out all the things he loves about you.

"Love the way you look when you're happy, darling." He'd tap your nose with his index finger.

"Love, can I just tell you how much I adore the way you look in that outfit I mean...wow." (literally this face)

Steven wants you on top during sex so he can just see you and look up at you while you ride him. You're a little nervous at first, but the way he grabs onto you, biting his lip and making those soft little whimpers in his ecstasy, your nerves fade quickly.

After you've both finished and are curled up in bed, he's giving you soft kisses on the space just below your ear and telling you how perfect you are and how much he loves you.

----

Jake

Jake's not going to tolerate you speaking poorly about yourself for long. He understands that sometimes you're just having a bad day, and you need to get it out, but holy shit he looks at you and he sees an angel.

He knows that maybe you'll never see yourself the way he sees you, but he's damn sure to shower you with words of affirmation. You could be just out of the shower with your eyeliner and mascara making you look like you're fresh out of a My Chemical Romance concert in 2006 and he's still biting his lip and looking you up and down.

"Mm, bebita, forget dinner, I think I wanna skip ahead to desert."

He will 100% treat you like the SNACK that you are, almost ALWAYS having his mouth all over you. There isn't a single body part that doesn't have some sort of love mark on it. There are bites on your breasts and buttcheeks. He's left some crescent moon scars on your hips.

Jake's entire goal is for you to look in the mirror and see the reminders that he left behind of just how beautiful you are to him, in hopes that you'll feel that when you see yourself.

----

My boys, I love them. Thank you for requesting this! I honestly meant for it to be a lot shorter haha.

Moon Knight Headcanons

Moon Knight Masterlist

[nataliasquote]

I Know What You Are (teaser)

I apologise for how long it’s taking me to get a new fic out. I’m so bad with procrastination that I’ve left all my university work until the last minute so that’s taking up a lot of my time. In the meantime, here is a sneak peak at my next post… enjoy

500 words

-⧗-

“I thought interrogations were supposed to be your thing, Natasha.” The way her name dripped off her tongue was like sweet honey and Natasha clenched her jaw, eyes fixed on the woman prowling in front of her. Sure, she could get out of the ties around her wrists, but something kept her there. A desire to learn more about her. “You gave up pretty easily.”

“You know damn well I didn’t give up,” she spat, glaring up at the woman who was now standing so close their legs brushed. “I came willingly.”

“Oh I know,” the woman said with a smile, tracing the sharpness of the redhead’s jaw with her knife. “You can’t resist me.” Her Russian accent was thick and had Natasha completely transfixed. The tip of the knife trailed down to her collarbones so gently. “I didn’t think it would take years though.”

“I knew where you were.”

“You break my heart.” There was a mischievous sparkle behind her eyes and it frustrated Natasha to no end. “Guess you thought you were too good for me now, huh? All caught up in your Avengers business and no time left for me.” She pouted like a child.

Natasha looked up at the dim light above her head before answering. It was cliche really, tied to a chair in the middle of a damp room with only a single string bulb as a light source. But the woman before her was far more calculated than she ever let on, so Natasha knew it was part of some much bigger plan.

“Well I can’t exactly have a coffee with the enemy,” she said sarcastically. “The Avengers would take you in if you stopped murdering people for no reason.”

“Ha!” She spat out, turning back around to face Natasha, her knife spinning casually between her fingers. “Avengers. What a pathetic excuse for an organisation. You think they mean well, and that’s just adorable really.”

“They’re not pathetic.” If there was one thing Natasha was protective about, it was her family. “Take a look at who you work for, you’ll find some pretty pathetic business going on there.”

Y/n’s eyes darkened. “Hydra is not stupid. At least our scientists actually do something useful instead of pottering about building metal suits.” A jab at Tony Stark. Classy.

“Yeah sure, if you call illegal human experimentation ‘useful’.”

Y/n let out a soft laugh. “Don’t get all big and bossy with me,” she replied, watching as Natasha’s stony expression cracked slightly. “The twins signed themselves up, I did nothing.”

“You lured them in.”

“What can I say, I’m irresistible.” She winked at Natasha and disappeared into the shadows, leaving a very disgruntled redhead alone.

To say she was the most annoying person Natasha had ever met was a severe understatement. That woman got under her skin and just festered there, and no amount of focus would ever make her go away.

[bleachtaire]

Cloud Fort 101 | Shogo Yamato x Reader

Comfort, fluff, Shogo is overworking himself, tired x even more tired, cuddles, HERO-AKMU, WAY 4 LUV-PLAVE

As usual, Shogo returned to the dorm in a worryingly tired state. The day’s dance practice was more intense than usual and that took a lot from Shogo’s strength. He came back to the dorm staggering along the wall, leaning to the elevator’s side as his legs were about to give up. Finally, when he entered his dorm and made sure to lock the door, he crashed to the floor, sprawling his limbs across the narrow hallway.

Soon, your soft footsteps woke Shogo from his mental exhaustion. You, his roommate, also a trainee of the same company, saw him sprawled out on the floor and sighed. If you’re in the industry, a lot of things are there to witness. Many things that idols try so hard to conceal to the public, you saw it all while they lay bare for you. You saw Shogo’s exhausted body sprawled on the hallway and you can’t help but feel the need to do something for your dorm-mate.

“Hey, sorry if I woke you up,” A sad smile stretched across his face. It is quite late at night and usually you would already be in bed. However, today in particular you stayed up late finishing a project your manager gave you last week and was due in two days.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t asleep yet.” You gently sat beside him, giving him simple company while thinking up something for him. You both relished in comfortable silence for a while until Shogo moved and sat up, finally taking off his shoes.

“Why’re you staying up late? You’ve always been an advocate of sleeping schedules and getting the right amount of sleep.” Shogo asked.

You sighed, “finishing a project from the manager, the due is close.”

“Really reader? Procrastinating again?”

“It’s not my fault I didn’t have time to do it earlier,” you pouted.

He chuckled just a little bit, before yawning.

“Tired?” you asked softly.

“More than tired,” he replied, dragging his limbs off the floor and towards the shared bathroom.

“Tell you what,” you picked his attention. “I’ll prepare something for us.”

“Prepare? Don’t you think we’re both too tired for some food?”

“Not food, something comfy”

With the word ‘comfy’, his eyes woke up just a little bit and smiled, “Sure, I’ll go to you after I take a shower, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And with that, you started hauling your blankets, comforters and pillows (also Shogo’s) to the living room. You meticulously (as best as you could in your sleep deprived state) arrange the furniture away from the center of the living room where the soft carpet is located and layering blankets and comforters on the carpet, not forgetting to put one above the furniture, ending with a soft-colored pillow fort.

“Reader?” Shogo called you from the bathroom.

“In the living room.” You called back. You hear his footsteps softly padding along the wood floor towards you.

“A pillow fort?” He said as soon as he saw your creation.

“Yea, it’s comfy right?” You kneeled in front of the pillow fort entrance.

He slowly kneeled beside you, peering inside the fort. He can see it now, the star projector on the very edge of the fort lighting the fort with starry skies and plushies, yours and his plushies.

“You also got them,” he mumbled under his breath, barely audible to you, and he smiled fondly looking at the matching plushies.

“Well then, let’s get in.” He slowly crawls on the soft carpet, the feathers tickling his palms as he enters the fort and is greeted by yours and his comforter, the cold pillow and the huggable plushie set in the middle of the fort. He was instantly sleepy, way sleepier than when he got home. He wants nothing more than to just lay down, close his eyes, and greet sleep with open arms like a baby waiting for his mother’s hug.

“That tired huh,” you crawled in after him.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I wanna sleep so bad,” his speech already slurred with his eyes weighed down with sleepiness.

You cooed at him, finding him very cute at the moment. You instinctively raised your hand to his head and began to pat him softly, fingers carding through his soft and well-maintained hair. He further relaxed into the comforter and pillow at your gesture and hugged his plushie tighter.

You soon yawned too, the atmosphere too relaxing and comfortable to keep you alert and awake. You can hear his soft breathing and small snore escaping his lips. You lay down beside him, looking at his sleeping face, feeling peaceful and content, and with that you finally let yourself float to dreamland, joining Shogo.