#I’ll surely add stuff in the future

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Friendship ended with google sheets, now filofax is my best friend

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to overhearing their s/o call them their “current boyfriend”

Request: hiii could i request svt overhearing their s/o calling them “current boyfriend” and seeing how they react? thank you!!

A/N: I loved this request so much 😭 please keep them coming. It was so fun 😭😭😭

Absolutely offended [and dramatic about it] — Seungcheol, Mingyu, Seungkwan

Excuse you? current?! He stops whatever he’s doing and just stares at you like you committed treason. “Current?? Like there’s a lineup? A waiting list??” He’s not mad… just very wounded [and milking it]. Cue the arms crossed, pouty stare, and “I guess I’ll go pack my things then 🧳😔” energy. You’ll have to smother him with smooches and assurances like, “I meant only boyfriend!!” before he forgives you, still with a sulky pout ofc.

Pretends to be chill but is very much not — Joshua, Jun, Woozi

He hears it, blinks, and doesn’t say anything… at first. But suddenly, he’s weirdly formal. “So… current, huh? Should I… schedule a date for next week or something?” He’s calm on the surface but is lowkey spiraling inside. You’ll catch him being unusually attentive for the rest of the day; kissing your forehead more, complimenting you randomly, and making sure you know he’s husband material BAHAHSSEFVTVYTYVTEAHAH YES. It’s giving ‘this job isn’t open for applications.’

Immediately starts competing with imaginary boyfriends — Hoshi, Dokyeom, Dino

“Oh? Current? Then tell your future boyfriends to level up because they’ll never top this.” He takes it as a challenge and starts flexing all his boyfriend perks. “Did your next boyfriend buy you flowers/snacks/[or add whatever boyfriends buys] today? No? Tragic. I did.” He’ll go extra out of his way to do cute stuff e.g., suddenly becoming clingier, cuter, louder [than he already is] and he’ll keep calling himself ‘the best boyfriend you’ll ever have’ for a week straight even after you admit it was a joke.

Actually concerned and needs reassurance — Wonwoo, Vernon

You said it so casually, but it sticks with him. Later, he weakly brings it up, almost like he’s afraid to ask. “You said… ‘current boyfriend.’ Did you mean something by that?” He’s not upset, just a little worried, because he treasures you too much to not take it seriously. Once you reassure him that it was a joke, he softens, lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and says, “Okay. Just… didn’t want to lose you, you know?”

Already planning to upgrade the title — Jeonghan, Minghao

I think y'all saw this duo coming, right? XD He raises an eyebrow, smirks, and doesn’t say anything for a minute, but you know he heard. Later, he casually drops, “Current boyfriend. Hmmmm, guess I’ll just have to fix that.” Cue the most unexpected but intense period of flowers, forehead kisses, and ‘accidental’ hints at marriage. “What’s your ring size again?” he’ll ask like it’s nothing. He’s going to make sure the next time you introduce him, it’s as your forever person [but likely it's gonna be husband since he will upgrade].

[gay-dorito-dust]

Idk if your requests are open, but if they are, can you do batboys when the reader has a flu or something like that??🙏

My requests are open! But I would some fun, fluff stuff as I’ve been going through some personal stuff that have been affecting my focus and other things, leaving me a little more less then eager to do much of anything really. I’ll try to keep writing but i can only guarantee so much.

Dick is probably patting your back with a broom from another room

kidding! Dick would be very attentive and sweet when you have the flu as he would have everything you need in bulk and smother you beneath several thick blankets, tightly tucked and everything to the point you couldn’t even move a pinky, much to his amusement.

Hayley also acts as a massive help in your recovery or should we say nurse Hayley as dick would have the poor dog dress up for the bit…only for Hayley to grow bored and take her outfit off, all the while Dick becomes dramatic at how his loyal nurse has just up and quit on the job because she wasn’t get any treat treats for her service.

It was high entertainment for you as you’d watch Hayley come back into the room and tuck herself next to you on the bed, whining for your attention as she exposes her belly towards you, and who were you to ignore the cutie? You give her the belly rubs she deserves for putting up with Dick and his antics.

Other then giving you what you wanted (Hayley) dick would make sure to take care of you, going so far as to even tell you a story of his brothers to help you sleep if you couldn’t find it within yourself to do so. Dick is more than happy to risk getting sick just to cuddle you and give you a plethora of kisses, why? Apparently he couldn’t help but give you affection when you looked like a wet puppy. So when you tell him that he shouldn’t be surprised when he becomes sick himself, he only laughs and says that his immune system was good enough to prevent himself from getting sick easily, however he does indeed get sick the next day and acts surprised by it too.

‘I told you not to cuddle me, you’d get sick.’ You tell him through chuckles.

‘And leave you without knowing my love? No way, if anything it was worth the risk.’ He replies as he smiles at you before covering his mouth to cough, making you sigh sympathetically. ‘You’ll be okay.’ You reassured him as you rubbed his back soothingly, ‘I’ll even bring nurse Hayley to help bring you back to full health.’ You add.

Damian is far more stern with you when you get ill. There’s no excuses when it comes to avoiding your medication because Damian will find a way to slip the medicine into your system regardless. Seriously he’ll sneak it into your food when you’re not looking for he didn’t want your stubbornness towards the weird tasting medicine to hinder your recovery process, finding this seemingly childish reaction of yours rather ridiculous.

He often ponders whether you wanted to get better or not with how often you seemed to rebuke the medicine he gave, but he was only doing this for your own good and that was a good enough drive for him to taking care of you to full health once more.

Yet while he might have some grievances of taking care of you, he didn’t mind the idea of being your caretaker as it meant getting to be soft with you, as if he wasn’t already but the fact that you were sick only made Damian treat you more like porcelain. He would even have Titus, Ace and Alfred the cat to keep you company when he knew you were feeling a little down from time to time just to see you smile again when the dogs licked your face, whereas Alfred would be purring contently in your lap.

He knew being sick was your idea and he would always remind you that he wasn’t upset at you for it, but he just hopes that this acts as a lesson to be more carful in the future, all the while coming up with some drawing activities with you to pass the time; which ends up being a ton of fun and an absolute laugh when you see Damian genuinely try to be bad a drawing but only for it to come out better then most of the things you produced.

Jason is another one who’s rather strict about taking care of you, much like how he would be rather straightforward and blunt when you needed to eat, Jason wouldn’t let you move a single finger when you were found to be sick with the flu.

Wear all the hoodies of his that you can get your hands on, he doesn’t mind as long as it would keep you warm and comfortable, because until the day you were better he was going to wait on you hand and foot by giving you the needed medication or brining in food and water throughout the day.

Jason didn’t care what he had to do because as long as he could take care of you to the best of his abilities then that was more then enough for him, he’d even take some time away from patrol as he didn’t feel comfortable leaving you within your shared home when you were in a vulnerable state.

Thankfully Gotham wasn’t in as much need for him when his brothers Dick, Tim, Duke and Damian were overseeing the city in his absence, it helped take his mind off of that aspect while he was taking care of you by frequently checking your body temperature or make you soup, and or being there to comfort you should you feel the need to empty your stomach. Jason could fully bring his attention to you like he should and you needn’t worry about waking him up early in the morning, or even late at night because Jason was more then willing to get whatever it was you needed without compliant.

[no-144444]

the grid: late for a date!

Day 29 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen

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Oscar Piastri: miscommunication

So, it wasn’t a date. As much as you thought it was, Lando showed up. That wasn’t uncommon for your ‘dates’ to turn into ‘Oscar and Lando time’, but it still pissed you off. You just wanted one night with your boyfriend. Not Lando’s.  

You huffed as you sat down at your vanity, carefully cleaning off your face with a wipe. 

“You’re annoyed,” Oscar stated, leaning against the door and watching you. 

“I’m not,” you sighed, truthfully just wanting to be left alone. 

“You clearly are,” he said matter-of-factly. “Talk to me.”

“I thought it was a date,” you explained sheepishly. “I was a little disappointed when Lando showed up. I thought it was just us two, y’know, since we haven’t gone out ‘just us’ in months.”

He sighed and looked down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Osc, it's fine. I’m just much annoyed with myself that I didn’t properly read the text-”

“But we should go out, just the two of us. You’re right,” he realised how little he takes you out. “Why don’t you talk to me about this?” 

“You have a lot going on,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to add to it by being a bitch about shit like this.” 

“You’re never a bitch,” his heart ached a little, how could you ever think that he’d ever be annoyed by you? He wrapped his arms around you , pressing soft kisses to your neck and whispering apologies. “I love you so much, I want to be with you as much as possible. Lando was just lonely and called me, so I said yes. I’ll say no in future, yeah?”

You nodded, feeling a lot more loved than before. 

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Lando norris: he forgot. 

It had been weeks in the planning, you both were ecstatic to get to enjoy your favourite restaurant in Brazil. You sat there for 2 hours. In the end you ordered stuff to take out and left a hefty tip for the inconvenience of your boyfriend. You texted and called him at least 20 times. No fucking answer. 

When you got back to the hotel, he wasn’t there either and you started getting worried. Could he be hurt? Surely he wouldn’t forget the important date, he remembered about it last week. 

You called Oscar, scared that Lando was lying in a ditch somewhere or something. 

“Hey Y/n,” his voice came from the other side of the phone. Distantly you could hear the sound of house music playing loudly. 

“Is Lando with you?” You asked. 

“Well, he was a while ago, but now he’s going back to the hotel,” he explained. “Why?”

“Just wanted to check on you guys,” you sighed, unable to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “You all good?” 

“Yeah, I’m with Alex and Zhou, we’re just outside the club now, we’re safe, promise,” he smiled into the phone. 

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Be careful,” you reminded him. 

“We will,” he nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

As you hung up the phone, the door swung open and Lando appeared. Dishevelled but there. 

“Baby I am so sorry I forgot about-“

“It’s fine,” you sighed, used to the excuses by now. “It’s whatever, Lando.”

“Baby, come on, let me make it up to you,” he tried again, but you stayed unchanged on the topic. 

“Something will always be more important to you,” you mumbled. “And every single time it kills me. And I just let it. Because sadly, I love you so much that I let you treat me like this.”

“Baby that’s not-“

“We planned this months ago, Lando. And I put so much fucking effort in to looking nice for you, and you don’t show. I was so excited to have one fucking night where I wasn’t dating Lando Norris, Championship Fighter, McLaren Number One, McLarens saviour. One fucking might where I could just be a girl who got to dress up night for her boyfriend, who showed up to the date. One night when we could be normal people, that’s what I wanted, Lando.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I have a lot on my mind…”

“Yeah, you do. Maybe we should break up.”

“W-what? You don’t mean that, right baby? Come on, I’m- we’re- you’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me. I don’t wanna lose you-“

“Yeah and you don’t want to have me either! Lando, I do fucking everything for you, I’m so fucking understanding every single time you disappoint or fucking annoy me. I understand that you're going through shit, and I’m here to help you. But I cannot deal with this disrespect anymore, alright? I am worth something! Right? Like, I have to be worth more than what you’re giving me, right?” You said, breaking down. Your plan had been to just keep calm and talk tomorrow, but that clearly flew out the window. 

“I love you-“

“Do you?! Really?!”

You were both silent. 

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Lewis Hamilton: he forgot

The silence was deafening in your shared home. You sat at the table, all dressed up with nowhere to go. 

“Baby, I know I-“

“Just fuck off,” you sighed. “Go back to work, or whatever it was that held you up.”

“I wanna make it up to you, I’m sorry baby,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you. 

You took a deep breath. “I just wanted one night,” you sighed and he nodded, feeling guiltier by the second. “Away from work and the kids, just one fucking night Lewis.”

“How about a weekend? We drop the kids off at Natalie’s and we can go away for the weekend?” He offered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.. 

“We’re busy this weekend.”

“Cancel it.”

“Cancel my promotion dinner?” You scoffed. “Cancel Ellie’s football match? Cancel half the grid coming over? Cancel Nick’s karting race?” You quested, listing off the things you had to supervise for the weekend. 

He sighed. “I’m sorry baby, I forgot-“

“Yeah. You forgot. You keep fucking forgetting,” you groaned. “I just… I want some time. I’m pissed off right now and I just want to go to bed.”

“I’ll put the kids to bed,” he nodded. “I’m sorry again.”

“You’re always sorry Lewis. Just be there, for once,” you took a deep breath. “If not for me, then for our children. Don’t ruin the relationship because of your busy schedule.” 

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George Russell: you forgot...

You walked into your shared apartment, exhausted after work. 

“Hey darling,” he smiled, taking your bags out of your hands. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks love,” you smiled. Then you noticed the suit he was wearing. “You look handsome, what’s the occasion?”

His face fell. “Did you forget?” 

Shit. You did. The fucking anniversary dinner. “No! Just joking!” You laughed. “Give me like 20 minutes to get ready, yeah?”

He smiled. “Alright, just remember our reservations are in a little while.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

You completely forgot about the plans. No gift. No dress. Nothing. 

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You sat at dinner, somehow throwing together something, only to find out it wasn’t a fucking date, but a surprise birthday party. 

Your anniversary is months away. 

“Sorry baby,” he smiled, not one bit sorry. 

“I was terrified! I thought I’d fully forgotten!” You whined, rolling your eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, a promise for more later. 

“I'm sorry darling,” he added, a small wink in one eye as he pulled you into the dance floor. 

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Alex Albon: genuinely injured

You sat in his apartment, waiting for him to finally show his face. He was 40 minutes late, and while this wasn’t a huge deal, you had made dinner which had gone cold, plus you felt your time should be at least worth a text. 

The door finally opened and Alex walked through, well, uncoordinatedly crutched into the room, a huge boot covering his foot. 

“Holy shit, Alex,” you cursed, shocked at the sight in front of you. He blushed slightly. 

“Yeah… accident prone, or whatever my mum called me. I have a few weeks off,” he chuckled. 

“What happened?” you asked, just staring down at the boot. 

“Funny story, Lando-”

“Of fucking course it was you,” you scoffed, looking at the guilty Lando standing beside him. 

“Lando accidentally ran over my foot,” he finished. 

“With what?” you asked, wondering if it was a bike or something, surely Lando was an experienced enough driver to have not driven over Alex’s foot. 

“A car,” Oscar explained. “Twice.” 

You saw red, turning your attention to Lando. “You fucking idiot!” you seethed. You chuckled. “How fucking stupid are you?”

He just giggled and shrugged. “Very?” he offered as an answer. 

“Thank you for bringing him home, now please leave before you cause any more bodily harm,” you sighed, showing Lando the door. You weren’t really mad, just shocked. 

“I’m sorry I was late,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. 

You chuckled. “You don’t have to apologise for that,” joining beside him. “I’m sorry you broke your foot.”

“Lando broke my foot,” he corrected and you just laughed and pressed your lips against his. 

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Daniel Riccardo: he forgot 

You walked into your shared apartment with your head held low. He’d forgotten your anniversary. 

“Baby? Where have you been? Are you alri- you look beautiful,” he stood up, walking over to you. You looked up and he saw the tears streaming. That sinking feeling he’d had all day, the one that told him he forgot something, it finally clicked. He’d forgotten the date. 

“Do you know how humiliating it is when someone stands you up? Do you know how humiliating it is when that gets fucking paparazzied?”

He gasped, no way you’d been subjected to the paparazzi. “Baby I’m so-”

“Sorry? Sure, I  believe  you,” you scoffed. “Just leave me be.”

You walked off to your bedroom and he was left to think about how he could pick up the broken pieces. 

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Charles LeClerc: he’s just being a dick. 

At least he remembered the date, but the fact that he’s sitting on his phone the entire time is literally gaining you pity smiles from other girls in the restaurant. When you went to the bathroom, two girls literally called him a ‘fucking asshole’ for what he’s doing to you, and gave you their numbers so you could be friends and bitch about him. 

“Charles,” you sighed, looking down at your bowl of pasta. You weren’t exactly hungry anymore, and now you just wanted to go home instead of being publicly humiliated like this. 

He looked up from his phone for a split second. “Yeah?” straight back down. 

“Are you going to eat any time soon?” you sighed, looking at his full plate. 

He looked at his food, then picked up a fry and ate it. “Eating, see?”

You rolled your eyes. “I want to go home.” 

He finally put down his phone. “But we are having a nice date, no?” 

“A ‘nice date’ usually includes talking of some sort, and maybe just a little bit of attention from my boyfriend,” you gritted out. “This is what I was talking about, if you don’t have time for me, I’d understand Charles. Just don’t waste my time like this.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry-”

“Sorry isn’t cutting it anymore Charles, I’m not just going to wait here forever like some little fangirl who’s just ‘so blessed’ to be dating the Charles LeClerc. I love you, not you being a racing driver, not you being a model, not anything else. I love you, Charles. And I’m starting to feel like you don’t love me back.” 

“Mon ange, please listen-”

“I’m done listening, I’ll see you at home,” you said and got up, actually receiving a clap from the two girls you’d met in the bathroom. 

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Max Verstappen: circumstances end it. 

You called again. And again. And again. 

No answer. As always. 

Long distance was hard, it was always going to be. Max didn’t need to make it any harder by not showing up for your phone-dates. He hadn’t called in months. He hadn’t seen you in over a year. He hadn’t done anything. He was never the first to call or text. He was never the one making the effort. He made you feel like a burden. He made you feel like shit. 

Max: Busy sorry. Can’t make it tonight. 

You: Don’t bother calling again. We’re done. 

Max: What are you talking about???

You: There’s always something more important than us. There’s always something you’d rather do. I’m so done with this shit Max. I want a boyfriend, not a fucking pen pal. I want a boyfriend who texts and calls me back. I want a boyfriend who asks about my day. I want someone who actually cares about me. 

Max: I care about you! Alright, just let me call you later, I’m at HQ right now

You: Max. I. Am. Done. Don’t fucking call me, don’t text me, don’t visit me. Let me live my life in peace. 

Max: Is that really what you want?

A tear fell down your cheek as you read the message. You wanted Max, but you knew you could never truly have him, he’d always be married to his craft, always be more in love with winning than he’d ever been with you. 

You: Yes. 

You have now blocked this user. 

You had to think about yourself.

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[moonastro]

SOLAR RETURN CHART NOTES

I have been wanting to do this for the longest timmeeeee, since my 2024 solar return chart is about to end next month I am going to evaluate the events that happened with the placements that I had. This will also be like a learning factor for any of you that have the same placements and hopefully will help if you see them in your own solar return chart 😊🌸.

🪻🪻Firstly I’ll like to address that these are all my own experiences and what my own experiences were like with these placements for the year.

🪻🪻Also I’ll do a predicting one for my 2025 chart and come back to it in a year to see how my predictions played out I’ll think that’ll be cool also 🤭🤭 I’ll add some notes for what could happen with these placements also.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Capricorn rising 0°- literally got a job the day my solar return chart started so the 0° literally didn’t play at all. My rising ruler (Saturn) was in the 2nd house conjunct the asteroid enterprise which represent your career so that manifested very nicely. Especially since it’s located in the house of making money or earning money.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mc in Scorpio 10°- I feel like this year I was viewed to be very intimidating to others especially at work with the Capricorn degree and it makes sense. I feel like i was more closed off though and wasn’t as experimental or fun but spent a lot of time doing tarot/astrology. Also throughout the year, I just felt like I was being watched by people, like i thought i stood out like a sore thumb, just felt very conscious of my surroundings.

🪻🪻This placement can cause some addictive effects or addictive hobbies to occur so if you have this placement this may happen for example you may pick up on a substance addiction or start it.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ruler of 7th house in 7th house conjunct asteroid union- I have met someone or encountered a very emotional and spiritual meeting. Especially since the descendant is in cancer. It was very confusing to me ( moon effect) because I wasn’t even sure about what happened or where we stand. And I can’t say that it’s not romantic but at the same time it’s not. (I’ll have to update on this because it’s just confusing at the minute). Also moon is squaring Mercury and there is a lack of communication soooo.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ stellium in 4th house( Venus,Uranus,sun,Jupiter)- home was the centre of my year, focused on the house more. Decorated my room more and spent more time adjusting it the way I wanted like painting it, buying stuff for my room etc (Venus effect).

Moved house to a more bigger space (Uranus= sudden move,relocating) (Jupiter-grander place).

Feel more happier and confident in the new home (sun effect)

🪻🪻having 4th house ruler in 4th house can be an indicator of moving place also.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ sun in 4th house- like mentioned before home/family was a very central theme of the year, also connecting more with mother and just family in general. Also another indicator of moving house.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧Mars in 2nd- was very motivated with how I earn my money and this can also indicate making money quickly. SR Mars in natal 6th house- developed muscles from not even tryinggggg lol. SR Mars conjunct natal Venus- can be an indicator of having a lot of people crushing on you.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟSR moon conjunct natal Saturn- the year was very anxiety driven, very emotion driven. Emotions were just over the roof and most of the time I couldn’t control it or it was out of my control.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟSR north node conjunct natal Venus- lots of lessons involved with love. Some of the things that involved with love felt very destined like I was meant to experience it if that makes sense.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsaturn in 2nd house- during the year I was setting loads of goals for the future. Was working hard to plan ahead. This placement can cause some stress about not doing enough or feeling like you are behind in life or behind in your overall achievements. I felt like I was always not doing enough. This placement can also indicate taking a break from something depending on the aspects and degree can tell you how.

🪻🪻for example-5°/29°- can indicate taking a break from school and studying for the year.

-7°/19°-taking a break from a relationship whether it’s taking a break from an existing relationship or not being too focusing on romance for the year.

-2°/6°- these degrees can indicate taking a year off work or the year can be you not putting too much pressure on yourself involving work. You may quit an existing job that doesn’t serve you.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟMercury in 3rd house- spent time with loads more people. Communicated loads more this year in general, I feel like I was more open to conversation with people around me. But also overthought everything. Like was analysing everything I was doing. (Also ANOTHER INDICATOR OF MOVING HOUSE- moving neighbourhoods).

🪻🪻this placement can form a greater relationship between you and your siblings. You may bond with siblings more and with the people in your neighbourhood.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟmoon in 6°- this year was emotionally driven by work work work. If you have this placement for your solar return chart for the year expect to be emotionally drained also. Can be emotionally focusing on work and just making sure that you are working hard enough etc.

*:･ﾟ✧*:sr moon in natal 10th house- I feel like wherever your sr moon is placed in your natal chart can tell you the theme of the year also. And no surprise here, I was more exposed to the public, was way more serious this year with my finances etc.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟvenus conjunct Uranus- unexpected turns with love. If you have this placement for the year, this can indicate having sudden changes in love, something unexpected happening with your love life. I feel like also you may be disinterested in love but it may just find you out of nowhere.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟpluto in 1st house- with this placement I experienced a lot of changes in my appearance -duhhhh lol. Was very independent. In terms of appearance I can’t pinpoint a majorrr change but I feel like everything in little bits changed. My attitude was way more transparent, like I did not give any fukssss. But at the same time it didn’t get me in any trouble if that makes sense.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟjupiter conjunct sun- this year felt like I was very smart with my actions. I didn’t regret doing anything and felt like it was a lesson to be learned. This placement can also give you a big personality for the year, omgggg being more happier in a way also. Since I had this in my 4th house I had soo much fun with my family it’s insane. I laughed more.

🪻🪻thank you so much for reading. Hope you have a lovely rest of your day 🤍🤭

[dckweed]

ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. absolute fucking filth. simon fucks us good and proper in the shower this time! PTSD flashbacks/hallucinations, panic attacks, mental health issues are heavy in this one pookies!

hello my silly little friends! when i tell you shit has been crazy, i mean shit as been CRAZY !! I MISSED Y'ALL THOUGH!! i struggled with this one because i wasnt sure if i wanted to add in another scene, or if i was ready to end it just like this.., obviously i decided to end it like this..next one will be alot of comfort and we finally meet johnny!

series masterlist here.

CHAPTER FIVE: retirement?

Simon stood by the bed, watching your sleeping form with a softness in his eyes that few had ever seen. The warm scent of freshly cooked food filled the air as he gently nudged your shoulder.

“C’mon, lovie, wake up,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. You stirred, your lashes fluttering as you blinked sleepily up at him. A slow, lazy smile spread across your lips as you inhaled the delicious aroma.

“Simon…” you sighed dreamily, stretching your limbs like a content cat.

“Made you some food,” he said, setting the plate on the bedside table. “Figured you’d be hungry after earlier.”

You sat up quickly, excitement lighting up your face as you reached for the plate. “You’re the best, Si’.” You took a bite, humming in satisfaction before beginning to chatter away as you eat, enjoying the food he put effort into making for you, even though it was clearly a bit burnt in places. “You know what I wanna make for dinner? Big, juicy burgers, the kind that drip when you bite into ‘em. And I want mac and cheese—real mac and cheese, not that boxed stuff. Oh! And mashed potatoes! The kind that’s so creamy you could eat it with a spoon like pudding. All from scratch.” You were absolutely ravenous, whether from the energy you’d exerted today or from the heat itself you’d never know. 

Simon watched you, utterly enamored. His wolf preened at how easily you envisioned your future, how you just assumed you would be together for these little moments. He wanted to put a ring on your finger immediately. Right now. Drag you to the nearest town and make it official before you could even blink. The thought had been lingering in his mind since the moment he first laid eyes on you, but now? Now it felt like an inevitability.

He smirked as he leaned against the headboard, watching you practically glow with excitement. “So, let me get this straight—” he began, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I fuck you into oblivion, and your idea of a thank you is homemade food?”

You gasped, your cheeks flushing a deep red before you burst into giggles, covering your face with your hands. “Simon!” you whined, shaking your head, but he only chuckled, loving how adorable you were when you got flustered.

“You’re too damn cute,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before rubbing your back soothingly. “Could eat you up myself, babygirl.”

Still smiling, he stood up and stretched, rolling his shoulders. “Gonna start us a shower,” he told you, running a hand through his short, messy hair as he walked toward the bathroom. He paused in the doorway. “Oh, while you’re cooking, I’ll get that broken bed frame picked up. Move the bed from the guest room in here instead. It’s bigger anyway.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head in confusion. “Where will you sleep?” you asked innocently.

Simon turned back to you, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. “With you, obviously.”

The realization dawned on you, your lips parting slightly, eyes wide. He wasn’t planning on sleeping in a different room. Not anymore. He wanted to be here, beside you, permanently. And just like that, he knew—he wasn’t just thinking about staying the night. He was already contemplating retirement, or at the very least, switching to a desk job at the base. Something that would allow him to be here. With you.

His little Omega. His mate. His future.

Steam curled around the bathroom as Simon turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. He turned back to see you stepping in behind him, your skin already flushed from the heat of the room. His hands found your waist, guiding you under the warm spray as he reached for the soap.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, running his hands along your sides, smoothing suds over your skin. His touch was careful at first, reverent, but his fingers couldn’t help but linger over the spots that were still sensitive, still tender from before.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he traced his hands lower, over your hips, down the curve of your thighs. He could smell it—your heat was calming, not gone entirely, but not as urgent as before. Still, you smelled so sweet, so utterly tempting.

“You’re irresistible, you know that?” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as his hands roamed. His wolf rumbled with approval, his body reacting instinctively to yours.

You whimpered, leaning back into him, your body pliant under his touch. “Si’… you keep touching me like that…”

He smirked against your shoulder, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your peaked nipples. “Like what, lovie?” he teased, voice thick with amusement. “M’jus makin’ sure everything is clean for you..”

Your breath hitched, a needy whimper spilling from your lips. His body pressed against yours, firm and unyielding, the heat of him wrapping around you even more than the water cascading over both of you.

His mouth found your neck, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to the mark he’d left earlier. “You’re mine,” He says, voice filled with a hunger you’d never heard in anyone’s voice before when they talked to you. “Wanna take you again babygirl, but I know your body needs a break..” A sigh escapes your mouth, and you find yourself pressing yourself back against him, his cock already rock hard and pressing firmly into your lower back, right above your ass, you think he whimpers when you arch your back, pressing your tits against his hands and pushing your ass up against his length simultaneously. 

“you want me babygirl?” His voice is a whisper brushing against your skin, lips ghosting after it as his fingers worked, one leaving your breast and traveling along the plane of your soft belly, lovingly caressing as he ghosted to the top of your cunt, fingers just barely brushing you in your most sensitive of spots. “hm? know you’re tired sweet girl, sore, but I promise I’ll be quick..” You whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder as you feel his cockhead brush against your entrance. “you can take it right? such a good girl f’me huh, babygirl?” 

You cry out as you feel the stretch of him sliding into you, the warmth of his hand pressing you against his chest, back arched as you stood on your tip toes, ass bouncing with every slap of his hips against yours. He hit you in a way that made you cry from this angle, the drag of his cock causing immediate overstimulation, you took it like a champ though, his good girl, you just wanted to be good for him. 

“yeah, that’s it honey,” He coos, dropping his fingers to your clit, two of the massive things circling on long, languid strokes. A choked sob leaves your lips, your pussy quivering as yet another orgasm hits you, his filthy praises ringing in your ear as he pumps himself in and out of you a few more times, painting your insides in his cum once more..he was quick about it, just like he promised. 

You were beginning to realize that Simon was good at doing that, even in your fucked out sex haze you could comprehend that he had thus far not broken a single promise to you, in general and as he fucked you (although, you vaguely remember something about him not fucking you until your heat was over..but that was neither here nor there right now). An honest man, he was. 

That hadn’t always been a good thing in your life, honest men, and scared you more than anything else. The dream from the night before flashing through your mind as he pulled out of you, a whimper leaving your lips, from the loss or the thoughts you’re unsure. 

He’s so sweet to you, a stark contrast to the brute way he can talk and behave and you thrive in it, a part of you self satisfied at that small fact. He hums a soothing melody as he washes you, rubbing a body wash along your extremities, gently rubbing over your sensitive mound when he gets to it, knelt before you as he placed a small gentle kiss to your hip, your body pliant to his touch. 

You should be focused on him, you should be returning the favor, soaping his large, broad, war torn body, massaging his sore and achy muscles (you saw the way he cringed when he stood up from couch the other day, heel of his hand brushing gently against his lower back), peppering his skin with soft dainty kisses..it would be the least you could do, really. Instead, you stared through him, looking at him but seeing something else entirely. 

He has to notice, you realize when you see him looking down at you as he rinses out the shampoo from your hair, the way his eyes don’t leave your face as he rinsed his own. You hardly register when he wraps a towel around you and leads you out of the shower, setting you down right in the middle of the double vanity as if you are nothing to lift, as if he could do a hundred reps and never get tired or lose stamina. You hear his voice but you don’t comprehend his words when he leaves you sat there, hardly recognize that he’s even left the room, your mind caught in a revolving door of memories, of things that feel like an auditory hallucination when you hear your papas voice telling you that you’d never be more than a worthless omega, a stain smeared on the existence of his blood line, a tragedy to end all tragedies. what was that saying he had told you that time when he rocked his fist into your eye socket? an eye for an eye? nothing more than a karma laden tragedy sent by the goddess to test his limits..

“…-osie?” You’re jolted from your thought, two firm hands gripping your shoulders as they shake you. “there she is..” He sighed in a way that made your heart race, as if he’d been worried. “You with me, swee’art?” 

You nod, pressing your face into his chest as he rubs your back soothingly. “Thank you..” You whisper, eyes closing briefly as he gives you the smallest of squeezes, holding you to his chest for a moment. It’s sweet, and gentle, grounding you back down to earth, to the present, a reminder to breathe, to enjoy the time you have with this wonderful, beautiful man stood above you, wrapping his arms around you, welcoming you in with a kind of love and warmth that you’d rarely ever felt in your life. 

When you separate, you headed down the stairs to the kitchen, to make that big feast you were talking about, he to your room to dismantle the bed that he broke fucking you earlier, it’s with his shirt on your shoulders, hanging down your body, somehow like a dress on you despite your pudgy, your pussy bare as you clamber down, a load of laundry in your arms, basket laden with the sheets from your mattress, the shirt of his that he had tucked under you while he was sleeping, now stained with cum and drool.

You set the basket down at the door to the basement, where the washer and dryer are, and maybe its your imagination, maybe it’s your over productive thoughts warped from your heat, emotion running high, but you swear the door is talking to you. You swear its got his voice, swear that the gold, hand etched door knob turns into his fist, shaking at you in violent rage for..for god only knows what, you’d seen that thing shaking at you for something as small as taking too loud of a breath before, so really who knew what you’d done to set him off now. 

You leave it there, sitting in front of the door as you turn your back to it, letting out an uneasy breath as you grab your suddenly pain filled chest, heart racing. Your insides felt like they were being clinched, wrung out like wet laundry before being hung up to dry, felt tears well in your eyes as you heard his voice in your head, screaming, screaming, tearing you down with everything that he had, ripping your mind apart. It was as if the door had come alive and had grabbed you from behind, shown you exactly what happened down there, as if you didn’t relive the memories on a daily basis. 

“STOP IT!” You shout, throwing the closest thing to you at the door, a casserole dish you realize, left over from the morning your heat started. It shatters into what looks like a hundred different pieces, some of them bouncing back and scraping against the bare skin on your legs, lingering stinging wounds akin to the kind that you were so used to. Akin to the hours spent picking them out of your knees when you were younger, before you were saved. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” 

You don’t hear the thundering of the steps above you, don’t hear anything, don’t see anything but the man of your literal nightmares coming out of the basement door, large shards of glass sticking from his head as he grins at you, blood pouring into his mouth and staining his teeth red. You don’t want to see it anymore, you can’t bear the thought that even in your isolated little cabin, with your Alpha upstairs that the one who created you could torture you still. “STOP! STOP! STOP!” You don’t realize you’ve begun hitting yourself until it’s too late, don’t realize that the large form suddenly in front of you is Simon, not until after you’ve screamed bloody murder at him, until he’s got you tackled to the floor, damn near sitting on you as he pins your clenched fists to the floor, right above your head, you eyes still streaming with tears and your temples pounding from the pain you’d just inflicted upon yourself. 

You’re a crying spluttering mess, too out of your mind to realize that the man above you is nearly in hysterics, face red and eyes wide with panic as he watches you break down, watches you look wide eyed and horrified at some invisible force. Oh, you had scared him. Had made his heart stop beating for merely a moment with that first scream, with the sound of the shattering glass. 

It took everything in him to calm you down, to get your hands to unclench, to get you to stop trying to hurt yourself, him. 

“Eyes on me lovie,” He breathed, keeping your gaze locked on him so he could calm you down, he stroked the skin of your arms, where his hands were still locking them above your head. He needed you to calm, needed you to snap out of..whatever this was. He needed you to know that you were safe, that nothing and nobody would ever hurt you when he was around..especially him, because you were looking at him like he was somebody else entirely, like you were terrified to be near him. You shake your head, choking on air as you start to sob. “S’okay baby, keep those eyes on me, yeah? Can you do tha’” 

A nod, barely there. You couldn’t get your breath, couldn’t get your chest to stop feeling like it was being squeezed in a vice, like your heart was being sucked out of your body through your fucking throat. “I-h-u-rts-” You hiccup, finally stopping the wild bucking you were doing under him. “Mak-ke i-t s-toop” You were choking on words, on fear, on memories of a past life that shouldn’t haunt you anymore. “Pl-easee, c-ann’t br-e-ea-thee” 

Simon, for what it was worth, was doing everything he could. Everything he could possibly think of to help you, and as you started hiccuping some more, struggling to breathe, he recognized it for what it was: a PTSD Flashback. His body felt like caving in on him when he realized that something so horrible had happened to you that would cause you to suffer in the same way he often did. He wanted to rip the world apart at it’s fucking seams for doing this to you, wanted to make it feel the pain that you probably felt, wanted to bury the fucking person who put this intense of a fear into your brain, your body. He would piss on the grave too, if you would let him. 

“Rosie, baby, look at me..” He whispered, letting his voice soften. He switched his hands so that he was holding both of yours in one, still keeping them above your head, not quite trusting you to have free range, he didn’t care if you hit him, not one bit, he’d happily take the blows, but he was afraid you’d hit yourself some more, afraid that you’d knock yourself out somehow. “Shh, shh..just breathe babygirl, just breathe..know it hurts honey, but you gotta breathe if you want it to feel better..” What was it his therapist had told him? Focus? Focus and breathe…focus and breathe..your eyes were all over the place, pupils dilated from the adrenaline he assumed, looking everywhere but at him. He growled, trying to hold back his own tears as he gripped your face in his large hand, fingers squeezing your jaw as they held you still, making your lips pucker as he forced you to look at him, deep into his brown eyes. You were trembling under him, watching him with those big eyes. 

“alri’ lovie, you’re gonna do as I say, okay?” You nod, muffled hiccups coming from your mouth still. “You can keep your eyes open, or you can close ‘em, whatever helps better, baby, but you gotta fuckin’ breathe for me, righ’?” Another nod, breaths coming short and quick, your face turning red from what he presumes is lack of appropriate blood flow, or maybe from the strain of the struggle. You don’t close your eyes. A sign of trust, he hopes. “Breathe with me, baby, okay?” He’s so damn scared, he’s hoping you’re not about to pass out. How would he explain this to John? He’d think he broke his pretty little live in omega.. “In through your nose, right?” You do as he says, doing it with him even. “Breathe in all that fear and anger from whatever the fuck just happened, and then breathe it all out, let it all out into the world, okay? It belongs to the universe now..” Your eyes don’t waver from him, and fuck it all if he doesn’t fall somehow more in love with you for it, he see’s you visibly start to calm down, sees your eyes go from as wide as saucers to a normal size as you work with him. “Good girl..” He whispers, watching you inhale every time he does, exhale when he does. 

You go ten breaths before he feels your body start to relax, fifteen before he feels comfortable letting go of your face and hands, though he remains on top of you. He’s quite aside from the occasional whisper of praise, reminding you that you’re his good girl, that you’re doing so good for him right now. 

After a few long minutes, you finally feel like your chest isn't about to explode, like your lungs aren't on fire. You don’t see him anymore, dont hear him. He’s gone. He’s been gone from your life for almost a decade by this point, hadn’t bothered you like this in a long, long time. ‘And he won’t ever bother you again, little one..’ Ah, there she was, that sweet, sweet wolf. She had kept you safe back then, as safe a she could anyway without being allowed to shift into her true form. She had been the only maternal figure you had too, had nursed your wounds for you from the inside out, voice cooing at you in your head. Maybe that was why you put up with her cunty side..she deserved to feel her feelings in any way she saw fit after the hell you both went through, you both did. It was her who had saved you too, who had grunted up the strength to take over your mind long enough to get John’s attention that day, had known somehow that he would help you.. ‘And look at what it brought us too, a quiet life..an alpha of our own..you and I, we’ll have a good life with him, the goddess sent him to us..penance for the life she gave you before..’  Maybe she was right. Maybe this was the Goddess’s way of an apology for the shit she had birthed you into. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears streaming from your eyes. Your head hurt, your heart hurt..You could barely look up at him, he didn’t deserve a mate that was this messed up. That hallucinated and lost her mind. That was your scar to bear, no one else’s. ‘Don’t you realize that he’s just as messed up as we are? That he’s got just as many scars as us? We were meant for each other, little one..in more ways than one..’

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[so-writing]

Maybe Love, Mostly Soup - Quinn Hughes

Note: Oh heyyyy, it's 90F+ where I live so I wrote something cold and snowy (and slightly christmas-y) to cool down? I don't know, anyway enjoy <3

Not edited, feedback is loved and appreciated!

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Cozy, snowy nights with Quinn are your absolute favorite. The flakes silently hit his windows while the lights of Vancouver twinkle below them. It’s rare, especially as deep into the season as it is, that you and Quinn get to spend an entire evening together and you intend to make the most of it.

You’ve been together just shy of four months, and have recently been spending more time at his place. It’s nice, both his apartment and just his presence in general. 

“I saw the stuff in the fridge that’s normally there,” Quinn comments as he twists the top off of a bottle of water, “are you making something? I figured we’d just order.”

“Quinn,” you scold him gently, “we’re not ordering food and having someone deliver it in this weather. The roads are covered.” 

“Fair,” he sets the bottle down and holds his hands up in defense, “so what are we having?” 

“It’s kind of cheesy, not literally, but like, it’s basic a little bit.” 

You’re nervous. Cooking isn’t something you’re great at, and you’ve never really made anything for Quinn, so this is already a little more daunting than you intended.

“Nah, I'm sure it’ll be delicious. You want my help?”

Considering his offer, you unload the necessary recipe items from the fridge and place them on the counter.

“Nope, I’ve got this, it’s just chicken noodle soup. Thanks though, Q.” 

“Of course babe,” your heart skips a beat, he’s never used a pet name for you before, “do you mind if I hangout here and observe?”

“Observe away.”

Quinn pulls the sleeves of his hoodie down over his palms, adjusts his beanie on his head and effortlessly pushes himself up onto the counter across from you, one that isn’t occupied with cooking ingredients.

“I’ll be right here, let me know if you need anything.” 

His smile causes your stomach to flutter but you ignore it and get to work. To start, half and peel a yellow onion, which was a fuck up because your eyes instantly start to water. 

“Shit,” you wipe your eyes with your shirt sleeve and try not to let Quinn see, careful not to injure yourself with the incredibly sharp knife in your hand. 

“You sure you don’t want help,” he’s seen, obviously, “onions don’t really bother me, i’ll do that.” 

He jumps down from the counter and takes your knife, the cutting board and the onion while you start new with carrots and celery. It takes little time, and before you realize, Quinn’s pulling a dutch oven out of the cupboard and turning on the stove. 

“Now, I’m no soup expert but if I had to guess, we probably have to cook these for a bit? And add some seasoning?”

“Right, did you peek at the recipe?” 

“Maybe,” the veggies simmer in the dutch oven for a few minutes before you add chicken stock, a few bay leaves and some fresh sprigs of thyme. 

It feels incredibly domestic, cooking with Quinn in his home while the Christmas lights on his tree slowly fade between color and white. The television is on in the living room, a Stars vs. Avalanche game long forgotten by you both. Your phones lay on the counter, untouched except for checking the recipe. It’s blissful, and what you picture when you think about the rest of your life. 

It feels too soon to talk about the future and its potential permanence, but in this moment, it’s lovely to think about. 

“Wow, rotisserie chicken, babe?” Quinn grabs the container of preshredded chicken and opens it, “I figured you’d be butchering and parting the chicken yourself.”

He’s obviously making a joke and you both laugh, but damn, way to ruin the fuckin moment you don’t even realize is happening, Quinn. It makes perfect sense though, because this is part of life with him. Quinn’s quick wit and sarcastic humor are two of your favorite things about him. 

Maybe later, much later, (when and if) things go that way, you’ll tell Quinn that when you first met him, all you knew about him was that he was a rich, hot professional hockey player and that was enough for you to fold easily and fall into his bed. It’s kind of embarrassing now, because he’s so much more than that and you would never want him to think you’re with him for the wrong reasons, but it is what it is. When and if the two of you do happen to make it all the way, you’ll both laugh about how ridiculous it is.

Right now though, you reply with a smartass, jokey comment, “if i’m going to look a chicken in the eyes while I end him, it should be for something more elaborate than chicken noodle soup,” and lean into him as he wraps his arms around you from behind. 

“Yeah, I have no idea how to get blood out of quartz anyway, so rotisserie was probably for the best.” 

“Ooh, Quinn, talk more about these gorgeous quartz counters. You know it gets me hot.” 

“I know what gets you hot,” he removes his arms from you and steps away, leaving you cold and missing his touch.

“Do you now?”

“Yeah,” he smiles widely and grabs two bags, “egg noodles!”

It’s so silly and he looks like a little kid as he empties the bags into the dutch oven and mixes them in.

“Chop up the dill and parsley, please. I’ll keep an eye on these. I’m getting fucking hungry and this is smelling good as hell.” 

It’s too early. It’s entirely too early to say it and you know that but you’ll allow yourself to feel it privately. You’re pretty sure you love him, and if you don’t entirely yet, you’re pretty fucking close. 

“Aye, aye, captain!” 

The two of you work in tandem, Quinn keeping an eye on the simmering soup while you chop the herb mixture. He removes the thyme and bay leaves while you add the parsley and dill. The scent of fresh herbs and savory chicken fills the kitchen, leaving you nearly salivating. 

“It’s got to simmer for a bit,” Quinn’s become a soup expert in the last forty-five minutes but you’re not complaining, “let’s sit.”

Quinn hops up on the counter again and taps the spot beside him, motioning for you to join him. You do.

“Why are we sitting on these luxurious quartz counters when you’ve got plenty of chairs, Quinn?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he takes your hand in his. 

“I used to do this when I was kid. Mom probably hated it, actually I know she did, but she never said a word. I loved to watch her cook, for whatever reason. I couldn’t tell you the last time I actually did it but I loved this tonight.” 

It means more than he knows but you stay quiet, hoping he’ll say more. 

“Thank you for this, for spending the evening with me.” 

You sit in silence for a moment before Quinn slides off the counter and turns to help you get down. The two of you are silent while he dishes out soup into bowls. 

“Where should we sit? Kitchen table? Living room by the tree?”

You smile, because now you’re sure. You’re sure you love him.

“Well”, you start, “I think there’s only one place for us to truly enjoy this soup,” he smiles at you and takes the bowl from your hands. 

The two of you sit side by side on the countertop, eating (mostly) homemade chicken noodle soup and enjoying each other’s company. 

Snow continues to fall outside, the lights of the city still twinkle, and Quinn thinks, maybe, he might love you.

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Inspo for this came from here, request others? <3

[iheartduckie]

“don’t use that tone on me, i’ll kiss you”

-> you say this to your lover

matsukawa issei | suna rintarou

fluff, borderline crack + established relationship + pre-timeskip

headcanons | .9k+ words | gn! reader

a/n - bye i love this prompt sm

warnings: suggestive? sure, mentions of tinkle in suna’s part, UNEDITED

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MATSUKAWA ISSEI (375+ words)

- it was a little late after mattsun’s practice, when he finally greeted you outside; hair slightly wet from being fresh out of the shower and wearing his school uniform

- despite him asking you to walk home without him, you decided to stay and walk with him home

- while the sun set, you walked together hand in hand, conversing on whatever interested you in the moment- mattsun having a small smile on his face from how in love he was with you

- when you suddenly got cold, you shyly asked your boyfriend for his jacket

- but he declined >:0 and while you stood there in feigned shock, he continued walking with a laugh

- leaving the two of you to have a (teasingly) small petty argument

“why not, matsukawa?” you asked, running up to your boyfriend. you rubbed your hands together, trying to warm yourself as you matched his pace and looked up to met his gaze.

“why is it matsukawa now? it’s gonna be your last name in the future, so don’t make it confusing- i like it when you call me ‘babe’ or my first name, love.”

“don’t ask me a question after,” you replied, flustered with the idea of having his last name, after fitting your first name with his last name. “answer my question, please.”

he stopped his walking and grabbed your arm, pulling you so that you were facing him.

mattsun leaned in and gave you a small kiss on the nose, teasing you after seeing how flustered you got. “do you not want to be ‘mr/s. matsukawa’?” he questioned, before giving you a wink.

“you know, darling,” mattsun said, looking at you from over his shoulder. he offered his hand out, and grinned when you took it. “you’ve given a ton of sass today, did you miss nap time or something?”

“don’t use that tone with me,” you said, trying to sound intimidating. “i’ll kiss you.”

suddenly, mattsun let out a cough, in an attempt to cover his laugh. you playfully scoffed at him, and moved forward.

“yn, catch!” he said, as you turned and caught his jacket. you gave him a smile, and he returned a wink to you.

catching up to you, mattsun leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

“you should kiss me now.”

SUNA RINTARO (375+ words)

- the two of you were on a date… more specifically, a sleepover-date

- volleyball practice and sleepless nights thinking of how great you are studying have taken a toll on him, and you noticed how he was yawning + resting his head on yours a little more often

- so you suggested that you slept over, just to spend night together

- laying together on his bed, suna held you in his arms while you both slept happily

- although the sudden urge to use the restroom suddenly plagued you at the buttcrack of the night (dawn - 2AMish), as you tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp

- you thought you were successful, until suna woke up and clung to you

“where do you think you’re going?” suna said, voice slightly raspy from being asleep for that some time.

a small gasp left you, as you continued to try and escape from his grasp. “let me go, rin, i gotta use the bathroom.”

your words went into empty air, as suna pulled you closer. he rested his cheek against your neck, closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just pee on the bed,” he said with a small smile that you felt against your neck. “it’ll be warm,”

“suna rintaro, don’t tell me you got a pk-”

“don’t finish that sentence, brat. it’s too late in the night to be talking about that kinda stuff.” he interrupted, his slight attitude showing. suna just wanted to go back to sleep while holding you, but he found it to be difficult.

“well, don’t use that tone on me,” you said, unsure of what to add to make it sound like a playful threat.

“or what?” suna asked, his interest suddenly peaked.

“or i’ll kiss you.” you added, but once the words left your mouth, you knew that you regretted it.

“is that supposed to be a threat?” he let out a small chuckle, before releasing you from his hold and grabbing a pillow instead. you watched in the dark as he shifted around in the bed, wrapping himself in the blankets to substitute as the warmth you provided.

when you returned, you hopped back into his bed and laid on top of him, expecting him to hold you again.

“rin, hold me again.”

“no, love, i’m asleep.”

“rinnn,” you said, trying to crawl under the covers.

“don’t use that tone on me,” he replied, laughing when he felt the bed shift as you got up. “where’re you going now? come back, i’ll hold you.”

“you’re lucky i’m tired,” you said, as you crawled into suna’s arms.

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masterlist

[aleskie]

CHRISTMAS CRAFTING (ft. Max Verstappen)

SUMMARY: You and Max make your own Christmas ornaments. Fun times ensue!

The Xmas Album Masterlist

Warnings: None :)) Just some christmas fluff!!

“Pass me the glue, please,” Max says, his eyes laser-focused on the red bulb in his hands, inspecting it for any imperfections. “And the sequins too.”

You smile and hand him the materials, watching with admiration as he carefully glues on sequins, each one placed with precision.

You’d suggested making a few ornaments for Christmas this year, thinking it would be a cute couple’s activity while Max was in his off-season. He’d agreed, albeit reluctantly. But in true overachiever fashion, he quickly got hooked, and now you’re surrounded by seven—no, maybe eight—Christmas tree ornaments, each one a tiny masterpiece, covered in glitter and bright colors. They were all crafted by you and your boyfriend. But mostly by him.

“I didn’t expect you to get so into this,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, abandoning your own ornament for the moment to watch him work. You can't help but smile at how absorbed he is, so focused and meticulous with every little detail.

“Neither did I,” he says, carefully adding a final touch of gold glitter to the ornament in his hands. His brow furrows in concentration as he watches the glitter settle, making sure every corner is covered. “But it’s fun.”

He inspects his work one last time, turning the ornament this way and that, as if searching for some small flaw. After a moment, he nods to himself, satisfied with the result, and gently places it down next to the others.

“And it makes you happy,” he adds, looking up at you with a small, playful smile. “So we’re both happy.”

You feel your heart warm at his words. There’s something undeniably sweet about how he’s embraced this whole thing, even if it wasn’t exactly his idea. The room feels cozier now, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the tiny, imperfect ornaments scattered around you, each one a symbol of this unexpected little tradition you’ve started.

You inch closer from where you're sitting on the floor, moving toward the crafts scattered near the Christmas tree, and take a moment to really appreciate what you've both created. Some of the ornaments are beautifully done—the pink and white one you made, covered in hearts, and the one Max crafted that resembles the Red Bull livery are definite standouts. 

But then there are others that could only be described as, well, creative nightmare fuel. Case in point: the glittery Grinch-themed ornament Max made, complete with the Grinch’s face while wearing a Santa suit. You can’t help but laugh when you see it, but your favorites are undoubtedly the ones you both worked on together—those themed after your three children, Jimmy, Sassy, and your newest baby: Donatello.

“I think you have a real future in handicrafts, Maxie,” you tease, grinning.

He chuckles, wiping a bit of glitter off his hands. “Maybe I do. I’ll quit my job, and we can start our own ornament business. What do you think?”

“Let’s save that for when you retire,” you smirk.

You both laugh, but as his eyes meet yours, there's a soft, genuine look in them that makes your heart skip a beat. The moment feels like it’s been suspended in time—simple, calm, and entirely just for the two of you.

“I’m glad we did this,” he says, taking your hand in his and gently intertwining your fingers. “I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too,” you say, your heart tugging at his words, the sincerity in his voice making you feel even closer.

“No, but…” He pauses, considering his words carefully. “We don’t get to do stuff like this much over the season. I’m always training, or working, or doing sponsorships. We don’t get enough time.”

“We do a lot of fun things over the season,” you say gently, reassuring him. “We go boating, play on the beach…” You lift your hand, cupping his face, feeling the slight stubble on your palm. “I’m happy with grocery shopping with you and taking the cats to the vet and even just staying at home washing dishes or cleaning up.”

His lips twitch into a smile, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The quiet feels comfortable, like a space carved out just for the two of you.

You ruffle his hair affectionately as you rise to your feet, stretching slightly before picking up one of the ornaments. You glance at him, a playful spark in your eyes. “Why don’t we start hanging these up?”

Max grins, stretching as well before getting to his feet. “Yeah, let’s make our tree look more…unique.” He picks up a couple of ornaments, holding them up with a certain seriousness, inspecting them like they’re priceless treasures as he ponders where the best place to showcase them is.

As you start placing the first few on the tree, you can’t help but admire how your mismatched collection of creations is starting to come together. The ornaments, with their odd shapes and bright colors, make the tree feel uniquely yours, like it’s an extension of your relationship—full of little quirks and inside jokes.

Max hovers beside you, carefully hanging his Grinch ornament on a low branch. “I think this is the best one,” he says with a smirk, stepping back to admire it.

You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s definitely…something,” you tease, but you can’t help but appreciate the effort he’s put into every piece, no matter how absurd some of them might look.

As the tree begins to fill with your handmade creations, you both step back to admire the results. There’s something so satisfying about it, like you’ve turned your shared time and effort into something tangible, a physical manifestation of your love.

“We should do this again next year,” he says, pulling you gently next to him as you both admire the collection on the tree.

You smile up at him. “And the year after that too?”

He grins, his arms slipping around you. “We’ll do it until all our ornaments are custom-made by us,” he says with a teasing smirk, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You laugh, your heart warm. “That sounds perfect.”

Max looks at you then, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper. His eyes linger for a moment longer than usual, and the air between you both seems to shift.

“With you, everything is,” he says quietly, his voice low, almost as if he’s speaking to himself, the words wrapped in sincerity and affection.

You lean into him, the world outside fading away, leaving only the soft glow of the Christmas lights twinkling around the ornaments you made, casting a warm light that seems to make them glow with life.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

can I request a platonic Yandere Nagito Komaeda x twin sister reader, with Nagito being older by his twin by a minute?

Twin of Yandere Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is an enigma

Through and through

Devoted to the idea of hope and those who represent it

Often neglecting the innermost parts of himself that would make any other normal person falter

Now add on a twin 

Someone to share in the misery his ultimate skill brings

So it’s very early that misfortune and fortune plague your life

It would be fine if you both had an ultimate ability and were equally obsessed with hope

But you're not

And when you are finally seen by those who know Nagito, you instantly break the stereotype of the matching twins

On the surface Nagito doesn’t seem to like you

A conclusion many of his current or former classmates come to after watching your dynamic

“Ah~You’re hope is exhilarating, I can only hope to be a stepping stone to your greatness!”

“...Nagito maybe don’t hold her hands she looks real uncomfort—”

“Oh! I’ve forgotten Hajime there was something I was sure would ignite your search for hope as well!”

He blatantly ignores you 

Passing the salt to the person on the other side of you if you ask

When counting people in the room he leaves you out

When going on trips that you’ve tagged along, he doesn’t even raise an alarm when the others notice a missing member in their travel group

“Nagito!? Where’s your twin?!”

“I appreciate the attention but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Playing dumb is not going to help your case!”

Naturally, you incur the favor of everyone else

Recognizing your quiet introverted behavior likely stems from your brother’s neglect 

It’s no twin but having attentive friends helps

But it’s not nearly as simple as that

Not with Nagito 

Never with Nagito Komaeda

“(Y/n) I think I’ll hate you forever!”

“W-what?!”

“Nagito!? How could you say that!? Apologize right this minute!”

In a silent bout that even as a twin you can only catch an inkling of Nagito has ordained that he must be distant

While the extent of his ultimate ability played an odd and unmeasurable balance of luck and unluck

he seems to have a better idea than any on how to avoid his bad luck from affecting the ones he loves ie. You

Nagito comes off as very flippant when speaking about his parent’s deaths and many don’t bother questioning further he’s weird anyway

But if they did it’d be interesting to know what Nagito’s last interaction with your parents was before they so unluckily died at the hands of hijackers

It plagues your dreams and nightmares

“Nagito! We pick Nagito!”

“Over the poor runt, sheesh that’s cold. How does it feel kid to be the lucky one.”

“I…love you all so much.”

You don’t like to talk about that day and neither does Nagito 

But through very roundabout forms of communication, he’s conveyed that depending on how much he loves dictates the unluck that’s meant to strike them

And thus you’ve settled to continue to deny the memories you have of your brother staring blankly with those swamp-green eyes

It’s hard but as a twin you’re certain he cares

After all, why would he have fought so hard to have you stay in the dorms with him

Why would he make his schedule visible so you could visit

Why would he make your favorite breakfast—even if an appliance  was likely to explode again

On your end as his twin it’s a lovely mystery you will never want to solve

On Nagito’s end there is a mystery and he’s finally on the cusp of discovering it 

“Uh Nagito who’s hair is this?”

“Haha only the most hope-filled kind!”

“Uh okay…i think I’m just going to toss this–”

“Don’t touch my stuff, please. I won’t be liable if your hand breaks within the next 24 hours!”

He’s made the stark realization that who he claims to adore is heavily linked with who experiences the most bad luck

This applies to all but the ultimates he so adores

So naturally all hope to one day dote on his twin rely on the hopeful future Ultimates can bring

So unless you are able to be deemed an Ultimate he refuses to endanger you

And if that means pretending you don’t exist to your face making you question everything then so be it

Besides his little talent allows him some freedoms 

A few locks of hair a month

A lost photo of you from an album ending up in his pocket

The burning corpse of an admirer of yours from some random meteorite making a precise landfall

If he’s ever asked about this he’d never share

The simple thought of doing so could back fire terribly on him

“They’re my twin. They can handle whatever I throw at them.”

You’re going to have to 

Until he can guarantee you won’t end up suffering because of him

When he’s sure he can protect you properly he might actually admit it

Admit that on the day you both lost your parents he’d made a point to love them the most that day

[charliegyrth]

Giving In - Part 1 of 2

Carl Wants a Belly

“Let’s get that,” Carl said as he walked shirtless out of the bathroom.

I was already in bed, enjoying the sight of my handsome boyfriend strutting toward me. He was 5’8” and very slim, a prototypical twink if his chest and happy trail weren’t so dark and hairy. I loved that about him.

“Get what, babe?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just said ‘let’s get that.’ What are you talking about?”

He laughed as he crawled into bed. He climbed on top of me and slid his hands over my hairless, muscular chest. “I said, ‘let’s get fat.’ You should have your ears checked.”

“Oh… Wait, what?”

“I’m serious. Wouldn’t that be fun? Give in to all the gluttony. Treat ourselves to all the delicious foods that we’re too scared to eat. Add a bit of chub to our bellies.” He moved his hands to my flat stomach and patted it like a drum. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy.”

“Am I, though? The only reason I stayed fit was because I wanted to land a boyfriend. And guess what? I landed one.” He kissed me.

“I don’t want you to get fat,” I said. “I like the way you look.”

“Thanks, Max I like the way you look, too. But I’d also like you with a chubby little tummy.” He kissed my stomach. “Would you be open to that?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal. He slid off me and stretched his lean body next to mine. He kept rubbing circles on my stomach.

He was clearly thinking about what I would feel like with a gut.

“Why would you even want that?”

“I don’t know. I just thought of it in the shower. I was like, ‘I wonder what Max and I would look like with chubby bellies.’ And then I came out here and mentioned it to you. But I guess you’re not interested.”

I stiffened in my pajama bottoms. Carl noticed.

“Or maybe you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Your body doesn’t lie, Max. You like when I talk about our future bellies.”

I got harder.

“See?”

“No. It’s because I’m lying in bed and my boyfriend can’t stop touching me.”

He pulled his hand away, leaned close, and whispered in my ear, “Bellies.”

I was hard as a rock.

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” He flopped his head onto the pillow.

I wasn’t in the mood before, but now I really was. I reached toward the nightstand for the lube.

“Nope. Not interested.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re denying your feelings, Max! Come on. Just think about it. We won’t have to go to the gym anymore. We can eat whatever we want. And we can… I don’t know. Do a bunch of other stuff.”

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you,” I said.

“Good night, Max.” He clicked off the lamp.

“Okay, fine. I’ll consider it.”

Carl climbed on top of me. I’d just told him what he wanted to hear.

***

I woke up late the next morning. After our very strange conversation last night, we stayed awake pretty late. I was still sore.

I could smell something delicious from the kitchen.

“Carl? What are you cooking?”

I found him in front of the stove, wearing an apron and nothing else. His muscular ass was on full display, round and firm and quite hairy. His cheeks shifted as he balanced from one foot to the other. He was so focused on cooking that he didn’t hear me.

“Carl!”

He spun around. “Morning, honey. I’m making pancakes!”

“Is this because you want us to get fat?”

“Maybe.”

“I told you I’d consider it. I didn’t agree to—”

“Consider it over breakfast,” he said. “I’m almost done.”

I trudged over to the counter and sat in my usual chair. Less than a minute later, he brought over a stack of pancakes. He’d made a dozen of ’em.

“I’m going to have one,” I said.

“Sure. Me too.”

He locked eyes on me as we both ate. I had to admit, it was delicious. It had been years since I’d had pancakes. I didn’t even know we had the ingredients.

“Good, right?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled.

Pretty soon, my plate was empty. I really wanted another one, but I didn’t want Carl to read anything into it.

He finished his, too.

“I'll have another if you do.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

We both scooped up another pancake from the pile. I added a bit more syrup this time.

God, it was delicious.

“So what do you wanna do today?” he asked. “We can check out the farmers’ market.”

“I thought we were going to the gym.” We always went to the gym on Sunday.

“We could, if you really want,” he said. “Or we could stroll around the farmers’ market, maybe go thrifting afterward. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I saw what he was doing, and it wasn’t going to work.

“I’d prefer to go to the gym,” I muttered through a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah? You think running on a treadmill is more fun than a lazy day of shopping with your boyfriend?”

“No. But…”

“See? If we allowed ourselves to chunk out a little, we’d do fun stuff. Together. Stuff we actually want to do.”

“Fine,” I said. I looked down at my plate. The second pancake was already gone. I hadn’t realized I’d eaten it so fast.

Carl sped up to finish his, too. “Have another.”

“No!” I said.

“Are you full?”

“Yes,” I lied. I really wanted a third one. Dang, why did they have to be so delicious?

“Suit yourself. But it’s okay if I have another one, right?”

“Whatever.”

He hummed to himself as he took another pancake and smothered it with syrup. He moaned as he chewed the first bite. “Mmm. So good.”

I glared at him as I took a third pancake for myself.

“See? We’re having fun already.”

***

The farmer’s market was incredible. Carl loaded up on a bunch of fruits and veggies, spending a lot less than we would at Trader Joe’s. I was particularly excited to try the plums. Those looked delicious.

It was a sunny day, and we strolled down the aisles holding hands.

“Now isn’t this so much better than the gym?” Carl asked.

I grumbled.

“Why are you trying so hard to be gloomy?”

“Sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Ooh, look! Ice cream!” He ran over to the ice cream stall, his ass looking particularly perky in his short shorts. I loved when he wore those.

I followed close behind. “Aren’t you full from those pancakes?” Against my better judgment, we’d eaten all of them. Six each. I still felt guilty about that.

“Well, yeah. But… I mean, ice cream! You love ice cream!”

“I’m not getting ice cream.”

“Can I, though?”

I shrugged.

He ordered a double scoop of sweet cream with Reese’s cups. He knew that was my favorite. I watched him take a lick and absolutely melt at the taste. “God!”

“Fine. I’ll have the same.”

We sat on the grass, eating our ice cream. Carl looked happier than he’d ever been. “You know, I really missed this.”

“What?”

“Just spending time with you. It would be great if we did this kind of stuff more often.”

And it would. I loved seeing him so happy.

But I still didn’t like what he wanted to do to us.

“I’m not going to get fat, Carl.”

“That’s okay. No pressure.” He looked down at his half-finished ice cream. “And if I do, just me, that would bother you?”

I didn’t respond. I wanted to say yes, but I knew that would ruin the moment.

He took my silence as an answer. “Oh,” he said, filled with disappointment. He put the rest of his ice cream to the side.

“Carl, don’t be sad.”

“It’s okay,” he said in a way that definitely sounded not-okay.

I felt terrible.

“Don’t get like that. Eat your ice cream.”

“You mean…”

“Go for it.”

He picked up his dessert and gave it another lick. “Even if I get a little belly?”

“Yeah. Even if you get a little belly.”

He kissed my cheek, leaving behind a sticky lip-print.

***

When we got home that afternoon, we had produce, a weirdly-accurate caricature of Carl, and a vintage lamp to go in my study. We were also full of pancakes, ice cream, funnel cake, and greasy sandwiches from a diner.

Despite all my protests, Carl always got his way. He always knew what to say to make me give in. He was like an adorable, little supervillain.

But if we kept having days like these, he wouldn’t be little for much longer.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked. He was already on the couch, switching on Netflix.

“Sure.”

“How about a romcom?”

“No romcoms, please.” Carl had the worst taste in movies.

“Okay. You pick.” He handed me the remote. “I’ll go make us some popcorn.”

I didn’t argue. I knew he’d guilt me into caving in again.

When he came back, I’d chosen a horror-comedy and Carl had a massive bowl of the butteriest popcorn imaginable. I told myself that I wouldn't eat any of it, but of course, I did.

Read Part 2 here. You can find all my stories here.

[bookshelf-for-stuff-i-wanna-read]

Masterlist of Masterlists Blogs

A list for each masterlist and the person who it's from, just for a visual reference

Edit: I fucking forgot but now in spite doing it later this month because there are so many writers who have cool writing stuff but I keep forgetting and getting overwhelmed and worried I’m going to forget them because my brain is being a little shit like that. Idk how tags work, if they do without having to post it or whatever but if I tag you, you’re cool and I swear one day I will get myself to stop procrastinating on starting to read (the hardest part tbh)

Basically it’ll be the person/blog, short synapse of their writing, and whatever the fuck I thought was interesting and wanted to read later because I keep fearing I’m going to forget and that does not bode well with mental health creating stupid unnecessary anxiety

…I am going to procrastinate on this fuck you future me

HAHA SIKE YOU THOUGHT PAST ME

basic structure is this

@/[blog name]

recommended/saved thing to read (if any. Mainly specifics and also a brief, uh, briefing)

tags that they tend to fall under (#fluff or #whump or whatever. Will be very basic in terms of tagging I’m not good at complicated stuff)

It will be constantly updated as I find new things and info. Also these are in no particular order, maybe one day organize in terms of reading content but for now it’s gonna be a mess. Gonna be a mess of blogs and eventually I’ll add descriptions when I have more time because it’ll be easier than trying to remember each block if that makes sense.

Also words are hard so sorry if I sound like a broken record for some of them. They’re all great, regardless of whether you’re giving the blorbos hurt or comfort or throwing them into a wall and then giving them a blanket. Y’all are positively epic with you’re writing don’t ever stop

Also, because I feel the urge to add because I feel like I’m somehow being a fraud and two-faced liar (I overthink a lot okay?), I am technically of the blog @idkanonymystuff for reference. Adding that because I don’t want to accidentally have people think I’m two separate people it makes me feel bad and want to be as apologetic as this

https://youtu.be/XspDkqEtWFE?si=MxUloG4CM1GZKRSW

(Hopefully that works, if not, search up Japanese Apology Olympics)

Added a cut so that if it’s reblogged it doesn’t take up the entire thing lol because it’s looong

I’m putting this post here because I like learning about others blorbos and also they have stories behind them and I like that

Also putting this post here because it has a bunch of blogs for writing people. Mostly heroes and villains but ye

Also this because writing people

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@jumpywhumpywriter

Honestly everything, but meaning to get to the Vampires and Villains crossover mainly and also the books involving Shadow and Thomas (I forgo title). All of it is hecking amazing and very well written, first started at the Crippled Hero and went from there. All of it is great! Personal favorite probs the Coffee shop

Whump, heroes and villains, fantasy (? Idk, there’s mythology creatures and world built stuff it’s all cool)

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@unknownogre

Also everything. Not anything specifically, maybe the Ao3 stuff but all of the writings are good

Fantasy, heroes and villains (occasionally), fluff (?idk if that counts but there’s some wholesome stuff there)

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NEW THING @skyward-floored

Bit strange forgoing adding on the bottom, but genuinely feel like this person deserves a spot at the top, since they’re probably the reason I went down the tumblr path I did and all of this! Not gonna go in depth, but back when I was only on for LoZ stuff, I stumbled across their stuff and the rest is history! Also where I first learned about whump and I that’s how I discovered that whole community! Also the realization that that’s what I like so hell yeah they’re great so they go on the top :D

Whump, fluff, LoZ I guess? Not sure what tags to do but lotta variety! Also apologies for not doing it sooner, I kept procrastinating lol

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@paingoes

The Destroyer’s Trilogy, either on Tumblr or Ao3. Been meaning to read it but starting is the hardest part. Damn you procrastination

Whump, living weapon (not a tag here I don’t think but that’s the story content. Mainly for Destroyer), recovery (rubies), think that’s all but I’m dumb so sue me

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@heroes-villains-side-blog

Honestly they just have a bit of everything (and as the name implies, it’s all heroes and villains). Also good for worldbuilding ideas (from the stories)

Hecking all the tags, but I personally like the crack tag. Also fluff and soft ____. I’m a sucker for that stuff okay? Not just whump (though that’s good as well)

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@chaotic-orphan (and also @macknus technically?)

Main ones are ones I’ve already read, Benign Mischeif (really hecking good I love it) and the delirious villain x hero caretaker (also really hecking good, fingers crossed that vengeance is had. Iykyk). Maybe check out the other ones and see if they spark interest

Whump, heroes and villains, fantasy and found family (for the benign mischief. Maybe also fluff but that’s probably a stretch)

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@thepenultimateword

Not entirely sure, but all the series are quite good and have nice fluff. No immediate thoughts on what to read but it’s great for fuzzy/comfort feelings (as far as I know/have read. Will update if there’s more)

Heroes and villains, fluff, fantasy (kinda? There is some fantasy)

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@thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

All their stuff is the absolute shit (if you’re reading this, it’s the idk anon who sent a long appreciation. Been lurking), amazing whump and comfort/recovery (absolutely phenomenal cannot say it enough) for all their blorbos, perfect amount of shaking them in a Tupperware and then comfort. All of them are good, just, all of them. If I listened each one out and my likings this would be not be a briefing

Whump, comfort, fluff, recovery, lotta different Whumpees (not a tag but quite a nice variety), fantasy (?),

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@fourwingedwriter

As of rn, mainly the cyborg whump series (FUCKING AMAZING HIGHLY RECOMMEND), it’s very sweet and has recovery after whump (again, I really love the recovery and comfort and all that. My absolute favorite. Also I like happy endings shut up), but the other series seem cool too.

Whump, cyborg whump (specifically), fluff, recovery (that’s kinda rocky? Eh?),

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@inkwell-and-dagger

The How to Kill an Immortal one seemed quite interesting! Been meaning to check it out later (if I don’t procrastinate into oblivion).

Whump, immortal specifically, uh, I’ll add more after I read it

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@whump-in-the-closet

Honestly a few, something about an arson elf (I forgo the name sorry) and the Saviour thing. Read the first few for the elf and all for the savior (atm) and they’re really hecking good.

Whump, heroes and villains, fantasy, living weapon (I know they have some stuff in that. Might be prompts but those are also cool)

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@the-modern-typewriter

Heroes and villains mainly, personally I read them like one would a daily magazine, all the pieces are very good. Also personal things which are cool and I want to read but alas I do not have a patron account (I forgot the titles but I will put them here once I find/remember)

Heroes and villains, fluff, whump, h/c, honestly all the tags lotta variety

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@raineandsky

Mainly heroes and villains, great variety, lotta content. Good for when you’re in a browsing sorta mood

Heroes and villains, honestly all the tags.

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@the-broken-pen

Great stuff, nothing specific but I have been meaning to browse the stories available but haven’t gotten to it. The ones I HAVE read though are amazing and have nice feelings.

Heroes and villains, fantasy, fluff and angst (as of rn those are mainly the genres of the ones I’ve read.)

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@whumpsday

Mainly the Kane and Jim series, it’s fucking phenomenal (sorry for alternating curse usage I’m inconsistent), one of the first series I got into, absolutely impeccable storyline. The prequel is great set up, the Jim arc makes me want to ram a silver sword up Kane’s ass, the Kane arc made me feel sorry for them (especially after knowing all of dudes history and lack of persuasion. The whump parts were gooooood though), and the current arc makes me feel warm and fuzzy and gave me inspo for my own storylines. All in all, great shit and can’t wait to see how the next arcs eventually unfold

Whump, vampire whump specifically, recovery and comfort, fluff (kinda??? Like at the end),

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@mj-iza-writer

No series to follow but they do have some good shit. Great one-shots (?) and I really love the recovery/comfort that usually happens at the end (again, personal favorite thing to read.). Highly recommend

Whump, recovery, comfort, fluff (probably doesn’t fit exactly but some things are quite sweet imo. Do correct me if I’m wrong, I’m not good with tags

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@whumpisgoodwhumpislife

Great series with Everest and the battery and fish man. It’s a nice amount of whump and comfort together and I really like the fluffiness (?) of the recovery part of things (rip battery man at the moment).

Whump, recovery, comfort, vampire and living battery and mer (those are the three of them)

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@befuddled-calico-whump (and also @whumpflash technically?)

I have yet to read their stuff but all of it seems really hecking epic. Penumbra sparked interest but then I procrastinated so hard on starting it that I feel guilty (what?). But all of it seems really epic! Also comics! All really cool! Personal fave that I actually finished from getting started was the whole testing the effectiveness of torture methods (Test Track, that’s what it was) and it’s horrible I love it (and I mean that in the most genuine way possible)

Whump, comics (? Might make a new tag for that cause comics are also great!), lotta stuff lotta variety

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@save-the-villainous-cat

Their stuff is the absolute shit (like all the others)! Heroes and villains and the writing is so well done (god I feel like I’m being repetitive curse my sporadic vocabulary). They have fluff (fucking phenomenal), they have angst (I don’t think I’ve checked it out yet lol but it’s probably fucking phenomenal) they have whump (also fucking phenomenal), they have horny jail (what? I may be asexual but, uh, okay idk I mainly focus on the closeness and intimacy not the, uh, y’know. Anyways, it’s also fucking phenomenal), it’s all great! All around absolutely beautiful works of literature

Heroes and villains, fluff, angst, whump, smut (the four nations—),

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@sir-fenris

The Curse of Withering…man it’s fucking beautiful. I have plans on reblogging it with commentary and stuff but procrastinating and overthinking got the better of me. I will do it in the future (mayhaps) but until then, it was hands down one of the best things I’ve read. The concept, the worldbuilding (via random posts that aren’t the main storyline), the characters, the way the words convey the feelings and characters and all that so smoothly, honestly perfection. I eagerly await whatever morsels or writings come next and that Cyrus can have tomato soup and grilled cheese and a blanket or whatever the heck they want because they hecking deserve it

Whump, living weapon, more tags to be added as the story unfolds

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@lovelizards

Great whump stuff in terms of both writing and not writing (art. The word is art)! Also apparently stardew valley somewhat which I’m not complaining about, hell yeah! As for series, honestly all of them are quite interesting, just a matter of getting started

Whump, comics (okay not really but it’s a tag that’ll work in the future for when I get around to reblogging stuff with art and all that),

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@those-damn-snippets

Beautiful writings in their own and they have collection of heroes and villains stuff that are also great to read! I particularly like the Breakfast in Bed storyline, something about drunkness, Chaotic good (the villain is a mood), and something involving a four-armed monster dude. There are a lot more but they’re all phenomenal!

Heroes and villain, fluff, angst (?),

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@creweemmaeec11

Heroes and villains, fluffy writings all around, all of it is great! Been meaning to finish one of the series, Panic as a gift (I forgo title) but all of them, series and snippets, are beautiful!

Heroes and villains, fluff,

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@melpomenelamusa

The one named chimera I think was the name (shut up it’s late) but it seems really hecking interesting! The whole concept is really cool and just, god words are not on my side atm but yeah seems epic. Definitely on my to read list

Whump, nonhuman (?),

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@oros-ash3s

All of their things seem really interesting and in depth and complex to the point where my brain gets overwhelmed trying to absorb all the details but in a good way. I’m very curious to learn about the storylines (understanding/comprehension be damned /j) and is definitely on the to read list!

Whump, I know there ARE other tags it could fall under but I have yet to find them sorry, will update as I get into it

@writing-prompt-s

Technically they aren’t a writing blog, BUT the prompts and reblog of said prompts have some absolute gems of literature. Great for if you don’t know what to read and can just scroll around until you find a prompt that’s interesting and then just look through that prompts reblogs for writing. It’s fucking worth it, found a few of my favorite writers there (like unknownogre)!

All the tags, just, all of them, it can be anything like Barbie

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@defectivehero

Also heroes and villains though with more so a focus on whump for the most part (though if my short memory serves me right, a few that aren’t as whumpy. Could be wrong tho). It’s been a minute since I checked them out (I do have plans to browse a bit), but their writing is phenomenal, the emotions and actions and all those writing things are done so well. Highly recommend!

Heroes and villains, whump/angst (mostly), might be other tags but I’ll add them as I remember because it’s seriously been a minute

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@neon-kazoo

Mainly heroes and villains stuff, I’ve read quite a few of the things and they’re all phenomenal. No immediate series that intrigue me to get started on but it’s great for browsing!

Heroes and villains, all the other type of tags idk man it’s a lot and I’m stupid /j

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@melpomenelamusa (for some reason I can’t remember if I already did this one. If I did, apologies)

The main intriguing thing is the chimera series (the one with the half-animal peoples). Seems like an extremely intriguing concept and is in my to read list!

Whump, non human (specifically. I think?),

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@writinglittlepains

Got introduced from looking through either chaotic orphan or closet-whump person (I am so sorry I forgo name whump-in-the-closet?), the speedster one if fucking crazy. I love it and can’t wait to see where it goes next!

Heroes and villains, whump, lab specifically???,

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@secretwhumplair

Recently got quite invested into the “No Warrior” storyline and so far (still quite in the beginning) it’s hecking great! Actually phenomenal, and that’s before I’ve even read more than like the first 5 installment. Currently on consequences and I am god damn hooked on the storyline! Can’t wait to see how it ends!

Whump, comfort, uh, fantasy kinda? It has Vikings idk man

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@mirensiart

Okay, again, I know this is technically more so a comic but shut up it’s my bookshelf and I do what I want (plus comics are just books with way too much picture to word ratio which is great for my stupid attention span :D). The LU pain sharing AU is great! Also really hecking good art. Also I like Legend of Zelda stuff, it’s cool. Fun fact, actually I think the first reason I started regularly coming into tumblr lol

Comics, fantasy (? The video game characters are technically fantasy Esq), idk if whump counts but kinda?, fluff, I guess it could technically be slice of life but in a really strange and complicated sense. I did say I suck at tags so forgive me this is hard agh-

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@kythonsechos

Mostly fantasy stuff and while there isn’t a lot of stuff they’ve done, the few pieces of writing they have done hooked me and despite not knowing whatever world they have going on I am god damn invested in it. Also the writing is done phenomenally!

Fantasy, uh, atm that’s kinda it. Maybe kinda worldbuilding??

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@just-horrible-things

Saw the master list of “Unlikely Salvation” from another blog and it seemed really hecking interesting. I just have not yet had the ability to stop procrastinating and actually get started on it.

Whump, fantasy (?), uh, more to come once I read/figure out if there’s anything else

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@kaiwewi

Lotta good heroes and villains stuff. They have some great series; just binge read the one with what I can only for some reason remember as “Fashion Famous” even though that’s most definitely not the title, but it’s great! Also the writing is fucking phenomenal and like tomato soup with the grilled cheese on a rainy fall afternoon when you don’t have any adulting to do!

Heroes and villains, plethora of all the tags (because wide variety), ugghhh my brain is melting it’s midnight I’m sorry will edit this part out agh—

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@thewhumpcaretaker

I can’t remember if I already did them, but if not what the fuck me they’re great how could you forget? ANYWAYS, Curse in two bodies (I am sorry if I got name wrong it’s late and I’m on mobile and really don’t wanna do sushi’s) is fucking phenomenal, beautifully done and a very unique writing style I really dig.

Whump, Royal whump specifically, kinda comfort? Caretaker stuff but like fucked up?? How do I categorize this? Fantasy I think (or has kings and shit that counts right?)

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@pigeonwhumps

I genuinely can’t recall if I put them here but all of there stuff seems great! Been invested in (now procrastinating on) the Phoenix series ‘Immortal Cannon Fodder’ and it made me feel things I was not prepared to feel and I wish to adopt and care for them and, definitely unrelated, want to skin a few certain individuals alive (that’s a compliment, you’re very good at portraying characters to hate. Aka you are very good with crafting words, I seriously mean that as a compliment, really do apologize if it’s unintentionally rude or anything)

Whump, immortal whump, heroes and villains (technically), those are the main ones for now

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@maybeitsalivescribbles

Don’t know how I forgot them (or if I already did include them, how did I forget again), but their stuff is the good stuff. I don’t even think that’s good enough to express how good the writing is, loved the “These two dorks” master list and their one off crackles. Also one of the first few writers I discovered when I only just uncovered the world of tumblr writers!

Heroes and villains, fantasy, lil bit of everything tbh it’s great

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@mythos-night

Only just discovered them and read one snippet, but by the gods their writing is good! I feel bad for not having more to say, but I don’t have anything else to add, they’re great :D will most definitely read through their things once I get over the hill that is just starting lol

Heroes and villains, uh, will add more tags when I fully check them out

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@sleeplessspell

Same thing as above, absolutely impeccable craftsmanship of words into narratives and beautifully portraying characters and stories and ajahhdjwkdh— great stuff :D will also check out once I get over procrastination of starting to reading works of literature art (seriously, why are there so many of you? Slow down /joking)

Fantasy, uh, also will add more tags when I fully check them out

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@paintcrab

Currently obsessed (and as of 2/7/25, sadly finished with all the reading) the series that has Shale (I forgot name sorry). It is phenomenal, highly recommend, the pacing and word choice and story telling is very well done, absolute grandmaster at crafting stories (and art!) and I love the lil pinecone (compliment). Other work seems interesting as well, just, actually gotta get past avoiding starting it (always the hardest part I swear it’s probably good I just suck at starting things and seeing them through agh—)

Living weapon, whump, comfort/fluff, uh, fantasy AND sci fi I guess? Idk

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Okay another break god why are there so many of you—

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to, “When we break up _______,” text prank

Requested !

A/N: These text prompts take quite some time to write, but that's okay since it’s an excuse to think about my 13 boys hahah. I’m not entirely sure (I'm sure this is not what the anon wanted) if this is exactly what the anon had in mind. Perhaps they wanted me to describe what the members were doing at the time and their immediate reactions (but I tried to incorporate), rather than just their responses to the texts. However, as I was writing, this format felt more natural. I hope you still enjoy it regardless! If you’re looking for context behind this request or want to read something similar, please refer back to this.

Content: Slightly suggestive (Hoshi and Vernon) MDNI!, author losing their mind, overthinking, Minghao being Minghao, some being stinking cute especially Dino.

For the sake of the reaction, OT13 are not physically with their s/o at the moment.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol:

Text: "When we break up, don’t forget to delete all my photos from your phone."

Reaction: He'd read the text and immediately respond,

“Why would I ever delete your photos? And why are we even talking about breaking up? Did something happen?”

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d sigh deeply.

“You really scared me. I was already planning to fight for us. Now, don’t you dare even think about leaving me, okay?”

“When will you stop doing these stupid pranks with me??”

You'll find him whining every now and then just because you attempted another breakup prank on him (he can't stay upset at you for too long). He’ll probably make some extra effort afterward to spoil you with love and affection, making sure you know that there’s no way he’d ever let you go.

Jeonghan:

Text: "When we break up, I'll take everything I've ever given you. Just so you know."

Reaction: Immediately knows you are messing with him. His reply would be sarcastic,

“Oh no, how will I ever part with my favorite mug that says ‘Best Boyfriend Ever’? Truly heartbreaking.”

If you insist it’s serious, he’d still keep teasing,

“Sure, I’ll give everything back… including my heart. But are you sure you can live without me?”

He already knows that it's a prank so there's nothing to confess so he'll just be like, “Now let’s go get some ice cream.” simple.

Joshua:

Text: "When we break up, I'll delete all the playlists I made for you."

Reaction: Joshua would be confused at first and think you were joking, but a part of him would start overthinking. He’d respond carefully ignoring the playlist comment:

“When we break up? Why are we even thinking about that? Are you okay?”

If you keep pushing the prank, he’d try his bestest to approach it calmly,

“Why would we even break up? And the playlists were for us, not just me. I’d never stop listening to them, even if…”

“I wouldn’t want anything back because the memories would be more important to me. But seriously, why are you thinking about breaking up?”

He’d hesitate, genuinely upset at the thought that you can even image you guys breaking up because for the love of god the mere suggestion of living without you, even hypothetically, is unimaginable to him. When you reveal the prank, he’d sigh in relief. “You got me good. But don’t joke about stuff like this—it hurts too much to even imagine.” The idea was unfathomable. You were his safe place, the person he envisioned in every corner of his future.

Jun:

Text: "When we break up, you better not cry over me. Stay strong!"

Reaction: Jun would be both amused and confused.

“Why are you breaking up with me in a hypothetical situation and then telling me not to cry? Are you okay?”

And obviously you'll keep pushing, so he’d add,

“If we ever broke up, I’d cry so much, you’d have to come back just to stop me.” (this is so Jun coded I'm crying-)

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d laugh and actually say, “You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you. No more breakup talk, okay?” He just loves you too much to even take what you're saying seriously in his first thought so he took what you said as an hypothetical situation immediately. At least you didn't say you're breaking up...that would be another case-

Hoshi:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking my tiger plushie back."

Reaction: He would immediately text back in all caps:

“WHEN WE WHAT?!”

“YOU CAN’T TAKE THE TIGER PLUSHIE! IT’S OUR CHILD!”

He’d call you within seconds, borderline panicking. He wouldn't even let you speak when you picked up, “What’s going on? Are you mad at me? Don’t take the tiger—take me instead!”

It would take you a good few minutes to get a word in, and when you finally explained it was just a prank, the silence on the other end would be DEAFENING. Then, a dramatic groan, “YOU’RE SO MEAN!” He’d pout for the next five minutes, ranting about how you shouldn’t joke about something so serious. Please, cuddle our baby tiger (not hamster) (Hoshi will be so proud of me).

“You better hold me extra tight tonight to make up for this! And no, I’m still not over it, but fine…I’ll forgive you because I’m a nice person.”—and then this will lead to something else...open to interpretation-

Wonwoo:

Text: "When we break up, I hope you find someone who loves gaming as much as you do."

Reaction: Wonwoo would stare at the text for a while, overthinking every s.i.n.g.l.e word.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

If you keep it going, he’d send another message, quietly emotional,

“No one could replace you. And I don’t want someone who loves gaming—I want someone who loves me.”

“Which can be only you”

When you quickly reveal the prank, he’d let out a quiet laugh. “You really know how to mess with my heart, huh? Let’s stick to love texts from now on.” He has literal heart eyes for you so why do you always try out these pranks with him when you very well know that he takes these very seriously?? Your happiness is his main priority. He doesn't even care if it means he’ll get hurt in the process—he’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it makes you smile. It's like he’d do anything for you, even if it means falling for your pranks over and over again and making his heart suffer. He’ll laugh at himself for being so easy to be fooled by you, but deep down, he’s just so grateful to be the one to make you laugh.

Woozi:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t write any sad songs about me."

Reaction: He'll raise an eyebrow at the message, unsure how to respond.

“Why are we breaking up in this scenario? And who said I’d write sad songs? I’d be hurt too much to even write.”

If you insist you're being very very VERY serious, he’d add something along the line,

“But we’re not breaking up, so stop being weird.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d shake his head, not even surprised at this point. But he’d exhale slowly, the tension leaving his body. “You’re lucky I’m used to your nonsense. But don’t distract me while I’m working next time!” He’d probably end the conversation with a quiet but sweet, "I love you.” (AHHHHHHGVthhtxutFGCG)

Dokyeom:

Text: "When we break up, don’t tell your mom—it’ll break her heart."

Reaction: My love will immediately start spiraling. His cheerful smile fades, replaced by an obvious frown, genuinely not being able to fathom why you would even suggest something like that.

“What do you mean, ‘when we break up’? Is this a joke?”

“And why are you dragging my mom into this? She loves you!”

“i love you!”

If you don’t respond quickly (it's been only 7 seconds), his heart drops even more as the seconds tick by, and before you even have the chance to reply, he's calling you while on his way to your place,

When you pick up, his first words are rushed and anxious, "Hey, you’re not serious, right? You can’t be serious! Are you upset about something?”

When you reveal it’s a prank, he’d let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he exhales loudly, remaining still on the road "I thought you were going to really break my heart there," he'd say, still in slight disbelief. "Don't ever do that again… Seriously." But then, after a pause, he'd add with that signature bright smile of his, “But, I guess if we did break up... I’d tell my mom.” But jokes aside even if there’s a misunderstanding or a small argument, Dokyeom is the first to apologize and seek resolution. He never likes holding grudges and believes that communication is key to keeping the relationship strong, so he'll talk about this thoroughly after he's back home for, ‘just incase’ scenarios.

Mingyu:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking all the kitchen gadgets with me."

Reaction: Mingyu would be shocked and devastated. He immediately pauses whatever he’s doing to process what you’ve just said. It doesn’t make sense, and his mind races, trying to figure out why you’d even mention breaking up,

“Wait, why are we breaking up? And why are you taking the kitchen gadgets? I need those!”

He’s genuinely worried about losing the gadgets, yes—but more than that, he’s upset at the thought of losing you. The kitchen has become one of his favorite places to be with you, especially when you both cook together or when he’s making you something special. That’s one of his favorite ways to show love, and now to him it feels like everything’s about to crumble because he really thinks you're being serious. So if you keep pushing, he’d add,

“You know I can’t live without my kitchen gadgets, and I can’t live without you, either! Why are you breaking up with me?” (being funny is his coping mechanism)

“Fine, take them, but I’ll visit every day to borrow them. And I’ll cook for you while I’m there.”

He didn't process the, ‘when we’ and came to the conclusion that you're breaking up with him right this second and wanting to take the kitchen gadgets lmao. He's pretty smart in general but when it comes to these...poor boy. So then when you explain that it’s just a prank, he lets out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, still sounding a bit flustered but trying to act casual about it. Beneath his strong, athletic build and playful demeanor, Mingyu has a soft heart. He’s easily affected by things that involve you—whether it’s a prank like this or just knowing you’re having a hard time. He wants to protect your heart, even if it means being vulnerable himself.

Minghao:

Text: "When we break up, make sure to stay stylish so I don’t regret dating you."

Reaction: His first instinct would be to chuckle softly, finding the text both funny and absurd.

“When we break up? First of all, not happening. Second, I’d stay stylish anyway—who do you think I am?”

If you push a lil more further, he’d reply in no time. There's no chance for you to argue here because to him your question is already very stupid—wdym by, when you guys break up? Do you think that's happening? No.

“But seriously, why are we even talking about this? Is this your way of saying you want attention?”

“You know I’d give you all my attention anyway, right?”

When you confess the prank, with a deep sigh, “Pfft, I’m too cool to get mad. Next time, try being more subtle and convincing.” He’ll joke a little, but you can tell he’s low-key affected by the prank. Then, with a teasing smirk, he adds, “But seriously, I would stay stylish. That’s a given.”

Seungkwan:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t cry in public—it’s embarrassing."

Reaction: Seungkwan would gasp LOUDLY and immediately text back:

“EXCUSE ME?! Are you breaking up with me in this hypothetical situation AND calling me embarrassing?! How dare you!”

He’d follow up with: (also immediately after taking a 5 sec deep breath)

“Fine, I won’t cry in public, but I’ll cry so hard in private that the whole neighborhood will hear me!”

You can almost hear his dramatic flair through the text as he exaggerates the idea of a breakdown, and he doesn’t hide the slight edge of hurt in his words. He’s a little too dramatic about it, but it’s because he feels deeply, even about a prank. As soon as you reveal that it’s all a joke, Seungkwan lets out an over-the-top, exaggerated groan as if he’s been completely defeated dramatically.

“You’re evil!” He'll sulk for the next 48 hours so now you'll have to spend the whole day complimenting him to make up for this.

Vernon:

Text: "When we break up, you can keep the hoodies you stole, but I’m taking my vinyls back."

Reaction: Vernon would too stare at the text for a while, unsure if you were joking.

“Uh… are you okay? Why are we breaking up?”

“And why are you taking my vinyls?”

If you keep it going,

“If we broke up, I’d let you keep the vinyls. But I don’t really want to think about this.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d laugh softly to himself.

“You’re so random. But seriously, no more breakup talk—it’s weird.”

He might be soft while he's away but when he's with you?—bahahah—he'll waste no time locking the door behind him and pulling you into a deep kiss. You're not leaving this room tonight, he'll whisper in your ear. He'll make sure you're exactly where he wants you-close, under him, or in his arms, depending on the mood. It'll be a long night, just the two of you, and no one else...open to interpretation TT

Dino:

Text: “When we break up, promise me you'll still be my friend."

Reaction: He would instantly get a little confused, texting back with a wide-eyed concern because wdym that you want him to be your friend when he's your boyfriend right now??? When breaking up with you is the last thing in his mind?? And he's spamming,

“Wait, what? We’re breaking up?”

“Why?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please don’t leave me—”

“of course, I’ll still be your friend, but I don’t even want to think about us breaking up…”

“Are you there?”

“I'm coming home”

You’d tease him telling him to go back to his work, revealing it’s a prank, and he’d let out a huge sigh of relief, but then he’d whine a little. He'd probably ask for some aygeo, maybe a surprise, just so he can feel reassured that he's still your favorite person in the world. I mean how can he be not?! An hour later, just when you think the moment has passed, there’s a knock at your door. Opening it, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a little handwritten note:

These flowers don’t even come close to how beautiful you are. See you soon, my forever favorite. P.s. Don’t ever scare me like that again—or I’ll send you even more flowers to make you feel guilty. Love, Dino.

Reading it, you can’t help but giggle, your heart fluttering at how effortlessly he makes you fall for him all over again. How could someone be this sweet and still be yours? How could anyone not melt at that? He’s truly the sweetest, and he’d do anything to make sure you know just how much you mean to him—even if he’s the one who should be mad!

[arcane-axolotl]

I think I’ll start off with a funny little story that happened to me about a year ago involving a restaurant, car holding, and a gas station.

So like, I was out with some friends enjoying some dinner, it was this chinese place and I ordered some of the BEST noodles in the world.

Basically, we were all chilling and stuuufffff, we all had our food and drinks. I had this really large water I ordered, to help with the noodles WHICH WERE SPICY BTW.

I practically down everything really fast because it was suuuper good. That included the water! We all spent some time talking, like ALOT of time talking because it was long enough for my bladder to start letting me know “Hey its time to pee get up” but yknow, me being the piss kink enthusiast I am decide to just not go yet.

Note! I was wearing a baggy hoodie and some jean shorts, which were pretty tight on my bladder (Uh oh!)

Basically when its time for all of us to leave I hop in the backseat because my friend stole the shotgun seat (how rude!) and put on my seatbelt which adds even more pressure onto my bladder!!!!

I forgot to mention that by the time we got in the car I had to pee REAAALLY bad, squirming and leg crossing BUT NO HANDS! So basically I’m in the car, chatting and stuff before I finally give in and ask my friend to find some place where I can go use the bathroom. He’s like, okay sure dont piss in my car yada yada.

I’m trying suuuuuper hard to not pee myself until we finally get to the gas station, I’m like, holding my crotch and pee dancing and EVERYTHING.

I go inside and the store clerk is like, bathroom is over there, so I count my prayers and go over to the women’s room. ITS OCCUPIED, so Im waiting in front of the door (my friends are laughing because I look ridiculous trying to not pee myself) swaying my hips and shit, then FINALLY THE LADY INSIDE COMES OUT so i RUSH inside, lock the door, and start peeing…

In that order, I WASNT ON THE TOILET YET. I had to forcefully yank down my shorts and plop myself onto the toilet seat while my bladder was letting itself come loose.

When I was done, there was a pretty sizable wetspot on my shorts sooooo I kind of waited in there a little and tried to dry off my shorts the best I could with TP as well as the floor, i remember my friends asking what was taking me so long and I had to lie and say like, stomach hurt or something… damage to my socks and shoes was suuuper minimal thankfully because MOST of my pee went into the toilet.. soooo after I deemed my shorts dry enough, I put them back on and went back to the car without anyone realizing… well.. I mean idk about the wet bathroom because public bathroom TP SUCKS so i couldnt perfectly clean it up…

After ALL that we all went our separate ways, being dropped off at our different houses and stuff and I immediately took a shower and washed my clothes!

Thats my little story telling session! I have a lot more where that came from for future use :333

[sindirimba]

okay here we go. in my current ongoing effort to support off the wall creativity in fandom, i've compiled a list of book of nile fics with unusual premises. by that i mean tropes and plots and things that aren't common, or that used to be popular but aren't any more, or that are just, to put it briefly, weird. gloriously weird.

i didn't want to spend days on this so i am sure i'm missing things. i had 35 pages on ao3 to go through so i did have to skim. if you think something's missing from this list please add it, i'm not the QUEEN.

okay, below the cut: /livejournal refugee dialect

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as usual i tried to find people's tumblrs but that's not always easy. some of these have additional content warnings that aren't included here, so pay attention.

🐺 A Little Nudge - @whumpedup - werewolves and everyone's in wolf form

🏚️ The Veiled Hollow - @winterequinoxx - halloween town

📚 A General Librarian - @sweetlyenchains - fairy tale, sentient castle, arranged marriage

📰 Rhymes with Shook Her - @lady-writes - booker the hooker

🥽 Here with Me - semi-anonymous sex

💉 if we’re honest with each other - @nevermindirah - kozaks made them do it

🦭 For I Am Bound and You Are Free - selkies

🪢 Make a Haven of Me - arranged marriage / marriage of convenience

👻 I’ll Find You - ghost fic, reincarnation

🥣 Eye Candy vs Soul Food - @lady-writes - reincarnation

🪿 Announcing Your Place in the World of Things - @mprosperossprite - soulmate geese

🐙 Wrap - tentacles

👑 At Your Service - royalty/commoner(ambassador)

🕳️ Summon The Pearl Rosary And Relax (Catch This Manic Rhapsody) - @lady-writes - gloryhole

💤 Yawn - somnophilia

🎭 052. Role Playing - @aimmyarrowshigh - fake relationship

📽️ This ain't no never-neverland - @energievie & @nevermindirah - pinup/nude modeling

💥 It is only the heart that can see rightly - soulmate spark

🐁 grow how you want to - @gaal-dornick - daemons

🧿 to have and to hold; - royalty/evil queen nile

🔥 The Missing Hours - @mprosperossprite - missing scene sex

👣 leave no man behind - @ungefug - drug fic, foot job, watersports

🔥 like a charm (that fits you perfectly) - @gaal-dornick - missing scene sex

🐝 The Gift of the Body - post apocalypse fantasy

‼️ Just to please you - omegaverse but hear me out

🌌 Counting Up, Counting Down - @phatburd - future, space travel

🐙 003. Tentacles - @aimmyarrowshigh - well,

🍄 Wouf Wouf: an unredacted fairy tale - @nevermindirah - animal transformation

🚪 only have you in my dreams - @gaal-dornick - accidental voyeurism, pegging desire from guy’s POV

🦁 hey there Mr. Lion - @sweetlyenchains - werelion

🎡 Your Heart is Unbreakable - @mongoose-bite - sex work

🪦 Child of Night - @mongoose-bite - psychopomp nile

🖌️ A Ready Heart - @what-alchemy - soulmate mark

👸🏿 wonder if better now having survived - @upinyourcortex - death by sex

🖤 🖤 🖤

and hey..... what about some self-indulgence. leave me alone. i'm self-reccing:

🩸 You Come Through - period sex

🥀 You’re not my eater - sex pollen

⚉ French Knot - clones

🐈‍⬛ Don’t babysit that - burglar/homeowner, california weed

➡️ Xyzzy - interactive fiction themed

🍑 À quoi bon se bousculer? - anal sex, woman receiving

and i have to mention the venom AU that @nevermindirah and i wrote : Quit your job and become a monsterfucker. it is a WIP, i'm so sorry. but there's some fun stuff in there, so i have to 👽

from my kinktogber collection:

🧊 Creampie

🍆 Size Kink

🔫 Fuck or Die

🤰🏿 Pregnancy

📌 Monsterfucking

okay i'm done

ps: if you're like, (trope here) isn't unusual i see it everywhere! well this is all inherently subjective. but please tell me about your magical fandom land where there's a plethora of fic where a m/f couple engage in anal sex with the woman receiving. please.

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SMG4 Crew Redesigns Part 1

Finally got them done! I saw some people do redesigns for the SMG4 Crew and I wanted to put my spin on it. So far I’ve done SMG4, SMG3, Meggy, Mario, and Luigi. I'm for sure gonna do the others at one point. But it was perfect timing since I did finally finish all the arcs in order (and the important episodes in between for the most part) so I at least have some better context then all the stuff from 2022+ and all.

So first up SMG4. I’ve seen people incorporate the glitch color pallet so I tried to put a little bit on the shoes and pant legs. That and I’ve seen him associated with stars. I don’t quite understand why people do redesigns with it; maybe it’s something in an old episode I haven’t seen yet or something but I thought it’d be neat to add. Added the number four roman numeral for him too cuz it felt off only having 3 have it. Shoulder strap off cuz vibes idk.

Next up SMG3! I’ve seen so many people give him long hair/ a mullet and dammit it was just too perfect to have. That with some ripped pants and gloves and earrings to add for his redesign. And of course the overall pocket for Eggdog because yes.

Up next Meggy! She felt like the biggest change to me but I think it’s mainly the hair being the reason. Originally I was keeping the long hair, but when I was watching the arcs and saw her inkling form didn’t have any tentacle things in the back just the front (forgive me idk if that’s what those are called a barely played splatoon) so I felt like after turning human she would first have the long hair but then cut it as a way to cope if that makes sense? Idk she seemed to have struggled for some time just trying to adjust to human form and at least she would have control over her hair. Then I gave freckles which I believe her first human model design did have them but it was so faded it was hard to tell so I tried to make em a bit more noticeable (though now that I’m looking at them maybe I should make em thicker idk yet).

Now friggen Mario. Good lord he was the last one I finished and it should not have been this hard. It’s all minor changed I feel like- I tried to make him still identifiable while still having some differences like the short sleeves, belt, and patches. That and I put his signature M on the gloves too to match SMG4 and SMG3. I was struggling with the mouth (not the cursed one just normal) because sometimes it would look off. Luigi I had more of a problem with though than Mario for whatever reason; maybe it’s the mustache.

Which speaking of Luigi as the final one for the list thing. He definitely gave me turtle neck vibes so I wanted to give him that, plus a belt that has those little bag strap things or whatever you call them to hold stuff like maybe some flower seeds or whatever he needs to. And I only did one of those little drawings with a mouth but when I tried doing it for the others it felt off. Probably for future drawings with these refs I’ll add mouths or won’t depending on the mood.

And yeah those are my redesigns. Definitely wanna do the others like Tari and Saiko for example. But some I know will be tricky because I don’t really know what I could add for redesigns like Mr. Puzzles and Karen for example. But we’ll see.

Part 2 of SMG4 Redesigns