#I’ve had my moments…maybe that’s why 💀💀💀

[lustlovehart]

Dang over 700, that’s impressive congrats!

If you still have requests open, maybe we can see/hear more about Sebek? I love the idea of him as a swamp monster tsundere dumping flowers on MH! Reader and find him fun~

Summary: Humans are pests. They’re the reason Malleus has fallen from grace, and why Lilia is no longer in his prime. He hates you, and everything your job stands for. He hates the way you’re not like them. He hates how you’re too kind. He wants to hate you, yet he can’t at all.

Warnings: Tiny bit of Tsundere Sebek, He thinks about 💀 you (he changes his mind dw guys!!), Mentions of his monster crimes, Little tiny hint of obsession, Implied human eating, Sebek sketch at end!

Your feet are dipped into the water, ripples cascading off where the limbs land, tranquil and cold, the shadows of the trees just further enriching the experience.

The one thing that isn’t relaxing about the water however, may as well be the guardian of the swamp, who’s practically breathing down your neck.

“Well human? Have you had your fill of this sacred marsh? I will not have you linger here longer than necessary! I only allowed you in to show the true essence of beings like us.”

Despite what leaves his mouth, you have a striking feeling that he won’t throw you out.

Because, that’s the fourth time he’s said that, and he’s yet to drag you out.

Through the close proximity, you place your palm on his face, softly pushing him away in your annoyance, yet like a magnet, he attracts himself right back to you, finding his place in the area to be right by your side.

“I’ve drowned many of your kind, don’t push me away so carelessly…!”

“Have you drowned me yet?” He stutters for a moment, racking his brain to find a suitable excuse as to why that is. He stops when you lean back on the grass, looking up at the sky as you lay down.

But to your dismay, he finds one.

“My liege wants you alive, so we must do what he wants.”

“You want the best for him right? What if the best for him is getting rid of me?” You’ve once again stopped any retort on his tongue, your eyes fluttering shut. Your feet continues to dangle in his waters, breath steadying as you let the sound of dew drops falling into the marsh invade your ears.

In your slumber, you don’t notice the way Sebeks scaley face is centimeters away from yours, trembling inhales. You’re right. Getting rid of humans is the best for his liege, for… all monsters really.

His clawed hand reaches up towards your throat, his nails scratching a line in your skin. Webbed fingers tremble, he could, he really could…

He could help everyone.

…

His hand falls, his forehead falling onto yours. His skin is rough, but he takes care in placing his head softly on yours to not wake you up. His palm follows in suit, laying itself on your throat, cold blood feeling the warmth of your mortal body.

And your heart. He remembers reading about human hearts, how they’re important to they’re bodily functions. Without it, you’d die. It’d be easier than killing you himself. He doesn't know which is better, for himself. He could take pride knowing he rid the world of one more wretched monster hunter, or he could rest in comfort knowing you passed in peace.

Sebek doesn’t notice the way the plants have emerged from the water, taking hold of your legs. There’s a particular branch that caresses your face in a certain manner, one completely inappropriate for a human. His mouth hangs up, immediately ripping the wood from your flesh. He throws the twig away, his head turning when your visibly stir at the motion.

He’s not well versed in human care. He's read about it, but obviously he’s never acted upon it! His hands fumble, if he’s correct, one of the quickest ways to knock a human out is to hit them really hard…! But… He doesn’t wanna do that—

Ah, you’re asleep again.

Sebek carefully lifts himself from your body, water dripping onto the grass from his hair. He slowly backs himself into the water, the only part visible being his head, before entirely disappearing into the murky water.

He realizes something in the comfort of his pond.

He… He wouldn’t need to kill you if you just… never left. Neither would you ever disturb the peace of any other beasts.

Under that water, he ties a knot, petals floating above the marsh at his bouquet. As well as a hand, that drops deep down. A coworker of yours. He’s unsure why you’re the only one he’s not too keen on consuming, yet he can so easily do it to those you know.

It doesn’t matter. They’re the same. Taste the same too.

…

You awake to a lonely sight, Sebek gone from the scene. Though, your chest feels heavier than usual. You look down, and an array of different plants and greenery fill your vision. It’s wrapped in flimsy wood bark, moss tying the piece together.

There’s a note hastily inscribed.

Human, leave soon.

Even without reading the message you know it’s Sebek. You assume it’s from his human hatred he writes such mean words.

In truth, that’s part of it. You’ll never know the other is him not wanting to see the corpses at the bottom of his home. Or maybe you will. Especially when you notice a shiny pendant gifted inside the flowers. Assuming it to be a sweet gesture from Sebek you smile at it. Such a happiness slowly fades when you feel a certain familiarity with the necklace.

… You feel like you’ve seen this before.

[heyimkana]

Now I want to know how their confession went in pillow talk, please 🥹🥹

girlllll (gn) what if i told you that the confession happened on the same night he asked her to marry her 😭💀

here, have a super, fluffy drabble! 🥰

Sung Jinwoo lies in bed, one arm lazily draped around his wife, the other tucked under his head. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets and the gentle rhythm of her breathing. She’s pressed against him, her cheek on his chest, fingers absentmindedly drawing circles over his skin.

The warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the faint scent of her shampoo lull him into a quiet sense of peace. He could stay like this forever.

“You know,” he murmurs into her hair, voice rich and low, “I’ve been thinking about that night.”

She hums sleepily, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. “Which night?”

“The night we first said ‘I love you.’” His tone turns fond. “The same night I asked you to marry me.”

She blinks and pulls back slightly to look at him, her eyes wide. “Oh my God. I still can’t believe that happened on the same night!”

He laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I had it all planned. I found that spot in Japan by accident during a raid. It was secluded, but the sky was so clear, so beautiful. I knew how much you loved stargazing, so I took you there.”

“You were so sweet that night,” she smiles, remembering. “I didn’t think you’d be the type of guy who’d do picnic dates, but you went all out for me, didn’t you? Cooked me all my favorite food. Had a blanket and some music ready for me. Gave me some roses. When you took my hand and we slow-danced through the night… I thought I was in a movie for a second.”

“I was nervous, so I went a little overboard, I think,” he admits, a sheepish edge to his smile.

She strokes his cheek, her gaze loving. “You were perfect.”

“And you looked… breathtaking,” he nearly sighs in reverence. “That white dress, the way you styled your hair, the way you smiled—everything about you that night was just so… I had no words then, and I still have no words now.”

She titters. “Well, you were never really good with words to begin with. But I got it, honey, don’t worry. I’m the goddess you worship,” she jests.

“You really are,” he replies, nothing but sincerity on his face. “I was going to propose. Everything was ready. But then you beat me to it.”

She groans, face flushed. “Stop. I don’t want to remember it again.”

He laughs, turning to face her more fully, hand sliding up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why not? You were so cute.”

“I was so emotional.”

“That’s why you were so cute. Tears in your eyes, voice shaking, calling me every pet name under the stars. I was this close to asking if you were drunk.”

She sulks, poking him on his chest. “I was vulnerable because my boyfriend at the time never told me he loved me!”

“I’m sorry,” he laughs quietly, taking her hand to land a playful, apologetic kiss on her knuckles. “I really thought you knew how I felt.”

“No, I didn’t! At least I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. And I didn’t expect you to just suddenly propose! You never gave me any signs, never told me you loved me, and then suddenly… you pulled out a ring? A huge diamond ring? Like, who does that?”

He chuckles and tucks her closer. “I’m a very spontaneous man, Angel. I figured I didn’t need words when my actions could say it all.”

“You always say that.” She rolls her eyes, affectionately. “But back then, I was terrified, Jin. We’d spent so many nights together, but you never said a thing. I thought… maybe it was just physical for you. That I was the only one falling.”

His smile softens, and he cups her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You didn’t have to be scared, Angel. I was already planning to marry you since we went on our first date."

"What?" Her jaw drops. "And you still didn't tell me you loved me?"

"I was just… waiting for the right moment.”

“Uh-huh. And that moment just happened to be after I confessed like a sobbing mess?” she teases, narrowing her eyes.

“Hey,” he laughs, feigning offense. “Your confession was beautiful. Dramatic, yes. Tear-streaked, definitely. But beautiful.”

She groans again and hides her face against his chest. “So embarrassing.”

“I thought it was lovely. You were brave. Precious.” He kisses the top of her head. “But did you never realize it before then? Like, at all? I thought I was being obvious.”

“Obvious?” she echoes, raising a brow.

“Yeah, I mean… I cooked for you."

“In exchange for me doing the laundry.”

“I cleaned your apartment.”

“We lived together.”

“I fed Mr. Whiskers when you went on a business trip for a week.”

“Well, you couldn’t just let it starve to death.”

“Oh, believe me, I wanted to.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He looks away, sweating. “Uhh… I took good care of you after we had sex?”

“As you should. You wrecked me.”

He chuckled proudly to himself, and she pinched his nose, hard.

“I took good care of you when you were sick.”

“Honey, that’s called being a boyfriend.”

“I took you out on dates.”

“Okay, now you’re just pissing me off.”

He laughs, the sound warm and deep, the sweetest melody to her ears. “Okay, okay. I admit it. I was terrible at saying it. But I felt it. Every touch, every look—I thought it was all saying it loud enough.”

“Well, I wanted you to tell me.” Her pout turns prominent. “Still can’t believe you didn’t say it even once while making love to me. Honestly, now that I think about it, it’s kinda rude.”

He smirks, eyes glinting. “Making love to you was my way of saying it without words.”

“Oh, you’re so annoying,” she says with a light shove. “That’s not how it works, mister. There are words that need to be said. Here, listen. I love you. See? Very simple, very easy. You should try it sometime.”

“Do I look like a toddler to you?” he asks flatly.

“You’re worse than a toddler. At least kids say it all the time.”

“Maybe, but I mean it more.”

At the sight of her sighing exasperatedly, Jinwoo titters again, wrapping his arms tighter around her. “I’m sorry I made you doubt, Sweetheart. I’ll say it more now, promise. I’ll whisper it every morning, every night. I’ll kiss you more, hold you longer. I’ll make sure you feel it, hear it, know it.”

“You will? Even with how deadpan you are?”

“Yes, even so,” he says, mimicking her tone playfully. “I may be quiet, but I’ll show you in every way—through touch, through how I hold you, through everything. And yes, I’ll say the words too. If it makes you happy.”

“It will.”

“Well then, that’s settled. You matter to me, and you deserve to hear it as much as feel it.”

“Good,” she says, a satisfied little smile on her lips. “I’m glad we sorted that out.”

He rolls his eyes but can’t help the amusement from showing on his lips.

“So?” she says, and waits.

“So what?”

“Say it.”

He swallows. “N-now?”

“Was that—” She bites back a laugh. “Oh, wow, you’re embarrassed.”

“I’m not,” he scoffs.

“Darling, your ears are so red.”

“It’s—It’s cold—I’m cold.”

“We’re literally cuddling under the blanket and I’m a second away from sweating, but okay.” She tilts her chin high, smirking. “Prove it then. Tell me you love me.”

Jinwoo scrunches his nose at that, but he takes it as a challenge. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. “If you laugh at me—”

“I’ll join your shadow army. Go.”

He sighs again, but he brings his forehead to hers, his nose brushing gently against hers. She can feel his heart pounding beneath her palm, but she makes no comment. She already enjoys his struggles as it is.

“I…” He starts slowly, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. “I love you.”

“Why are you saying it like it's killing you inside? Again."

He distances himself for a bit, squinting his eyes. "You are extra demanding today, aren't you?"

"And you're stalling. Go."

"Fine." He takes another breath. "I love you," he says it, softer, more heartfelt and she grins.

"See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She simpers, patting his cheek like a proud mother. “Now, do it again.”

“Again?”

“You promised you’d say it more! Whisper it to me every morning and every night. Kiss me more, hold me longer—”

“Okay, okay.” He clasps his hand over her mouth, realizing only now just how embarrassing his lines were before. “I love you.”

“Mm, that’s better. Again.”

“How many times are you going to—”

“As long as it needs to until you get used to it. Again.”

He holds back the urge to pinch her cute little cheeky face. “I love you.”

“Put your heart into it.”

“I am. I love you.”

She turns devilish. “Again.”

It’s contagious, the joy—the hilarity that permeates her face. So much that he finds it growing on his lips, too. “I love you,” he says, much more naturally this time now that he’s gone past the initial awkwardness.

“Yes, so much better now. Again.”

“I’ve been in love with you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Ooooh, that was nice,” she giggles, practically kicking her feet. “Okay, now be creative about it.”

He shakes his head in amusement but complies. “I love you,” he says it earnestly, kissing her forehead softly, lingering. “So much that I’d rather fight with you than laugh with anyone else.”

Her eyes flutter closed as her glee swells in her chest. “Be poetic.”

A blush rises back to his cheeks. “I love you like… like a lost soul loves a light in the dark.”

“Honey!” She gasps, landing a hand on his chest, utterly impressed. “That was so good!”

He grins, his pride stroked wonderfully. “Yeah, you liked that one?”

“Mm, yes. Don’t do it too much, though. We don’t want to be too cheesy here.”

“Oh, you're so—What do you want this time, Princess?”

“Keep it simple, but… Kiss me more.”

Well, that one is certainly easy.

Jinwoo kisses the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

“Again.” Her voice takes on a sing-song tone, teasing.

“I love you,” he says against her cheek.

“Again, again.” She’s beaming now, practically glowing.

“I love you,” he whispers, lips trailing down to her neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He presses a kiss to her collarbone, her pulsating vein, nipping lightly at the skin, savoring the small shiver he draws from her. “I love you so damn much, Angel.”

Now satisfied, her hands find his face, pulling him in for a kiss full of fire and affection. “I love you, too.”

He deepens the kiss slowly, gently. He can feel her body melting closer into him, her free hand reaching up to hold onto his neck. He slips his tongue into her mouth, sensually gliding across her bottom lip. He wants to savor every moment, every second of this kiss. He keeps his kisses soft and sweet, his movements unhurried as he worships her lips. His grip on her is tight and firm, as if he never wants to let her go.

When he finally pulls back, leaving her breathless, Jinwoo brushes his lips over hers again and murmurs, “I understand why you love hearing it so much. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words from you, too.”

“Right?” She chuckles, a little dazed. “Want me to say it again?” Her mouth grazes his neck, her breathing hot on his skin. “While I leave my mark on you?”

He groans softly at that. Jinwoo tilts his head, letting her kiss along his throat, his voice a rumble. “Yeah, do it.”

But of course, being the smaller menace in the household, she giggles and snuggles into his neck, playfully, purposefully tickling him. “I wuv you, Sung Jinwoo. Forever and always.”

A laugh bubbles up in his chest as he buries his face in her hair, heart full. His fingers stroke through her hair with reverent affection. “Forever and always. That’s a promise.”

She pulls back just enough to smirk at him. “So… do you want to show me how much you love me now?”

His expression shifts into something darker, more mischievous, as desire flashes in his eyes. “Oh? You think words aren't enough now?”

“Some idiot once told me actions speak louder, you see.”

“Hm, I wonder who that was.” He slides his hand to her chin, tilting her face toward his. His gaze is locked on hers, voice dipping low. “Then I guess I’d better show you—right now—exactly how much I love you. Physically.”

His words spark electricity on her skin. “Our baby is sleeping, though, so we should keep our voices down.”

“Can’t promise you that, love,” he says, rolling her to her back, spreading her legs apart for him. “You got your way with me before. Now I’m going to do whatever”—he dips his head low, his lips opening and closing around the supple flesh of her thigh—“I”—they move higher—“want”—higher—“with”—closer—“you.”

He finds her core, mouth clamping tight, tongue darting out, tasting, exploring, devouring and—

Yes.

He’s definitely going to make her scream tonight.

***

[aventurineswife]

After seeing Sunday playing piano in his trailer, i started thinking about sunday with a pianist!reader. Maybe they'd play stuff together or maybe even the reader is better than him and he's flustered or smthn... The brain wormsss gahh

A Duet of Souls

Summary: In the quiet of the Astral Express observatory car, you and Sunday share a moment of connection through music. After playing a soft, melodic piece on the piano, Sunday reveals his own secret talent for playing, and the two of you engage in a duet. As you play together, the music creates a peaceful, intimate atmosphere that allows Sunday to relax and open up.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Duet, Connection, Intimacy, Vulnerability, Reflection, Piano, Bonding, Quiet Moments.

A/N: HE SO PRETTY WAHH!! ☹️😭 (I'm still loyal to aven), tell me why cure just played while I was editing this 💀... (The fact I was thinking about it like: “Imagine Spotify plays CURE lol”)

The Astral Express was more than just a train; it was a floating sanctuary in the vastness of the universe. You often found yourself lost in the sounds of the stars, the subtle hum of the tracks beneath your feet. It was on one of those nights, after a long journey, that you were drawn to the quiet, gentle hum of a piano.

The observatory car was empty, save for you, seated at the gleaming instrument. Your fingers moved across the keys, creating a soft, melodic tune that resonated in the quiet. You had always been passionate about music, but here, in this strange world of stars and limitless possibilities, the piano seemed to speak to you in a way no words ever could.

You lost yourself in the music, your fingers dancing across the black and white keys, weaving a complex, intricate melody. The notes floated through the air, blending with the whispers of the universe.

It was then that you heard footsteps behind you.

“Your music is... quite mesmerizing,” a smooth voice said.

You turned slightly, seeing him standing just beyond the door — Sunday. His usual composed expression was softened by the subtle warmth in his eyes. He wore his signature tailcoat, the dark blue and white contrasting sharply against the golden details. His halo hovered faintly behind his head, casting a soft, ethereal light across the room.

You smiled, a little taken aback by his sudden appearance. “Thank you. I was just letting the music take me somewhere.”

Sunday stepped closer, his gaze shifting to the piano. “I see... I must admit, I’ve always admired music. I’m a bit of a pianist myself.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really? I didn’t know that. I’d love to hear you play sometime.”

Sunday chuckled softly, his gaze flickering to the piano as though the instrument were an old acquaintance. “Perhaps not now. I’ve mostly played alone, but I do enjoy the art.”

You smiled, motioning toward the bench. “Well, maybe we could play together? I’d be curious to see what you can do.”

His eyes gleamed with intrigue, though there was a slight hesitation in his posture. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up with you,” he said, but the playful edge to his tone betrayed his amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, a challenge in your gaze. “Let’s make it interesting, then. How about a duet?”

For a moment, Sunday seemed lost in thought. The idea of performing with someone — sharing a space so intimately — was a foreign concept to him. But then, with a quiet breath, he stepped forward and sat beside you, taking his place at the other end of the piano.

You began to play a simple piece, one you knew well, but with an underlying complexity to it. Sunday watched your hands move with focus, almost studying the motions. His fingers hovered above the keys, unsure.

"Just follow my lead," you said gently.

Sunday nodded, his fingers finally pressing down on the keys. At first, his melody was hesitant, almost tentative, but as he picked up the rhythm, his playing became smoother, more fluid. You adjusted to his pace, blending your pieces together as if the music were weaving a story.

For a while, you both played in sync, the melody ebbing and flowing like a gentle tide. The sound filled the room, and for the first time, Sunday seemed to relax, his usually stoic expression shifting to one of quiet enjoyment. He looked at you, an unspoken appreciation in his eyes.

After a while, the music slowed, coming to a soft, lingering end. Sunday sat back, a small smile gracing his lips. He was uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze still on the piano keys.

“You were right,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “That was... enjoyable. You’re an extraordinary pianist.”

You blushed at the compliment, shrugging slightly. “You weren’t bad yourself. You caught on faster than I thought.”

Sunday’s smile widened, though there was a hint of something deeper in his eyes. “Perhaps,” he said, his voice carrying a touch of playfulness. “But I believe I still have much to learn from you.”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension ease between you two. “I’d be happy to teach you more. Music is meant to be shared, after all.”

He nodded, the glimmer in his eyes softening. For a moment, there was a rare vulnerability in his gaze, one that you could almost touch if you reached out.

Sunday leaned back against the bench, eyes still fixed on the piano. "You know," he mused, his voice quieter now, almost wistful, "there is something... comforting about this. Music has a way of drawing us away from the noise of the world."

You met his gaze, recognizing the deeper meaning behind his words. "It’s true. In a way, music can be its own form of escape. A place where everything else fades away."

Sunday nodded, the faintest of smiles returning to his lips. “Perhaps, in the end, that’s all anyone really seeks — a peaceful refuge from the world.”

There was a moment of silence between you two, filled only by the soft echoes of the piano’s last notes.

"I suppose," you said softly, your voice matching the contemplative tone of his, "but maybe there's room for more than just escape. Maybe there’s room for growth, too."

Sunday looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment, as if pondering your words. Then, with a soft chuckle, he stood, offering you his hand.

"Perhaps you are right," he said, his tone gentle but thoughtful. "I look forward to exploring more with you, both in music and... in other ways."

You took his hand, feeling the warmth in his grip, and stood together in the quiet afterglow of the music, a sense of shared understanding lingering between you both.

In that moment, the universe didn’t seem so vast, nor so cold. With music, with each other, there was warmth. There was connection. And in Sunday’s gaze, there was the faintest glimmer of hope — a hope that, perhaps, even in his dream of peace, there could be room for something more.

[bicth-and-in-that-order]

Rambling thoughts of various Yuri manga I’ve read

1. Kase-San and Yamada (Morning Glories sequel series) by Hiromi Takashima

notice how Kase’s name is first, which is representative of her being the main one to cause problems in their relationship

If you asked me what my favorite yuri manga was like 2-3 years ago, I’d say Morning Glories and Kase San everytime. Every avid yuri fan has either read or watched Morning Glories because, at the time in 2010, it was groundbreaking, and I stand by the fact that the original series still holds up to this day. It was cute, sweet, wholesome and only had a few obligatory “we love each other but we’re giRLs😳😳😳” moments. Most of all it wasn’t a pseudo-incest-straight-male-porn-pandering-garbage-fest—also known as “Citrus”. Was it cliche at times? Yes, but they all are lol. Did they add to the dumb ass “blonde femme and dark hair masc” trope? Also yes. But it was adorable and it was my first ever yuri so it holds a special place in my heart.

And it SEEMED like it was only going to get better in Kase San and Yamada, the sequel. The girls would be heading to college and the story could theoretically focus on more mature topics while they navigate their new relationship. Keyword: theoretically. Unfortunately, instead of exploring interesting relationship dynamics and storylines, the plot of each story arc boils down to: Kase is insecure because a man breathed next to Yamada or Kase is being completely insensitive to Yamada’s feelings…again…—> ✨miscommunication drama ✨—>big over dramatic apology scene—>boring makeup sex or other romantic gesture.

Literally that’s how every single plotline goes. Kase is so goddamn dumb and insensitive to Yamada’s feelings and Yamada’s a complete doormat who can only stay mad for 0.2 seconds before getting pussy whipped like a spineless ass bitch. And for all that Yamada sacrifices for Kase; her hometown, her dreams, her apartment, what does she get in return from Kase? Oh that’s right; bare minimum romantic gestures and a neglectful partner who can’t even call her “girlfriend” in front of others:

Like I thought we were over this shit. It’s been THREE years of them together, a whole anime production, and god knows how many irl years and we’re going back to “we love each other but we’re giRLs😳😳😳” WHY???

And then Kase later goes onto bet her entire three year relationship over the ugly bitch in the next panel, so now I’m questioning whether or not Kase even loves Yamada with the amount of bullshit she’s put her through. Which COULD be an interesting plot point, but Kase never gets any consequences for her actions and the creator genuinely thinks this is romantic and full of tension so I’m 10000% positive that this arc, just like all the others, will end with some makeup sex and we’ll be right back to step 1. Sigh.

2. Tamen De Gushi by Tan Jiu

Tamen De Gushi’s problems are interesting but it’s NOT because of the Chinese government💀

So today’s dark haired masc and blonde femme of the day are Sun Jing and Qiu Tong, respectively. Their personalities aren’t anything to write home about, if you read ANY high school yuri romance, then you know exactly what happens in this story beat for beat. But, BUT, however derivative it is, I find their dynamic very endearing and down to earth. Idk maybe it’s just the translation, but other yuri stories often have this very inauthentic “anime” vibe to it. Which is to say the characters act very cutesy, overly dramatic, and have this stilted, caricature-esque acting of how the creator thinks teenage girls are supposed act.

However, I’m happy to report that Tamen De Gushi is a breath of fresh air in this regard. The characters and interactions they have are grounded and feel organic, which makes them feel like real people, not aliens pretending to be human. This really elevates the humor in turn, oh did I mention that Tamen De Gushi is super funny? Because Tamen De Gushi is super funny, here’s one of my favorite panels and it’s all because of Sun Jing’s goofy ahh expression:

Like go girl give us nothing

If you’re wondering why I haven’t spoke much about the actual romantic relationship between the girls, that’s because there isn’t one💀 Which, okay, that’s not a fair assessment, they have a ton of romantic tension and they flirt a lot. It’s certainly building to a great romantic relationship, but it can’t quite get there due to legal/political reasons sadly. 😔

Edit: I received new information in regards to what happened to Tamen De Gushi. While I reached my limit for posting pictures, I want to point out that the Chinese government had nothing to do with Tamen De Gushi getting censored, rather it was a dispute between the author and the publishing company. The prior information I received was false and I prob should’ve looked it up more so sorrrry. The fact still remains though that after their big lesbian kiss towards the middle of the story and maybe a few other moments, that’s just kind of it. You’re stuck waiting for something to develop, but nothing really happens. The comic very quickly becomes a collection of slice of life segments and cute pictures that imply a relationship between the girls, but not really ;) ;).  Now things are just kind of left in purgatory for the foreseeable future and, well, that’s Tamen De Gushi y’all.

Compared to Kase San and Yamada, the characters were much better, which is not saying much, but without an actual romantic storyline, there’s just not a lot for me to comment on to be honest. It’s really pretty though, look at this art :

3. Beauty and the Beast Girl by Neji

my personal favorite and the BEST yuri I ever read

So next on the list is Beauty and the Beast Girl (I’m going to abbreviate to BatBG from here on) , which I already spoiled my feelings on the matter so this will basically be me gushing about this story for several paragraphs straight, enjoy.

Contrary to what the title suggests, it really has nothing to do with Beauty and the Beast’s story except in name. The main girls are Lily Blind, who is actually fucking blind 💀 and Heath the monster girl. Already I’m happy because instead of blonde femme and dark hair butch, it’s blonde femme and of-course-you-have-purple-hair-and-pronouns masc. Lol, all jokes aside, Lily, unlike her blonde femme counterparts is quite assertive and voices her opinions all the time. In fact, she’s the one who pushes Heath to be more open and communicate with her rather than the other way around. This is, in part, due to the story BatBG is trying to tell. I say BatBG is in name only to Beauty and the Beast because Lily isn’t trying to find the “beauty” within Heath or learning to love a beast or whatever, she’s fine just the way she is and her love for Heath is unconditional. Plus the only thing beastly about Heath is her appearance…which I’ll harp on later, but her behavior is in no way different from a regular human except in very rare, specific moments.

At its heart, BatBG is a story about forgiveness (the creator literally says as much) , but it’s also about the cycle of violence that results from being outcasted and deprived of love. BatBG is set in a world of humans and monsters, where the monsters are outcasted and either have to stay away from human society like Heath or assimilate themselves by hiding away their monster like traits, which is a really queer narrative on top of an already queer story. I don’t want to go into too much spoilers, but sometime before the beginning of the story, Heath in-directly hurts Lily before they ever meet. However, it’s not about Lily needing to forgive Heath, or trying to get over the pain she inflicted upon her, rather its Heath learning to forgive herself and in effect, learning to love herself as much as Lily loves her.

Another big aspect of BatBG is disabilities, Lily Blind is in fact Blind lol and while there are times she struggles with her blindness, she never views her disability as something she needs to be ashamed of and never, ever, blames Heath for it or holds it against her unlike what many, many, many, many other stories end up doing. Her blindness isn’t treated like a super power either, it’s a legitimate disability. She just accepts that it’s a part of her and goes onto say that if not for her blindness, she would’ve never met the love of her life, which I found to be an incredibly profound thing to say.

Now that I’ve gotten this far, I suppose I can add a bit of a disclaimer. So BatBG is waaaaay more explicit about the physical affection between the girls than in any of the previous stories I talked about. Heath and Lily are constantly kissing on, hugging, and almost always flirting with each other, and make no mistake, these girls do be fucking. The sex scenes are never perverted or gross, but genuinely super sweet and romantic, which makes it way hotter imo (huh imagine that🤔). And aside from being hot, it also serves a purpose! Lily’s pretty damn horny underneath all her nice girl antics and while it’s not a major part of her character, it does give a slight edge to her personality and, most importantly, balances out the dynamic between Heath and Lily. It would’ve been very easy to fall into that boring trope where Heath is aggressively horny and Lily is the submissive blind girl, but by making Lily be the one to initiate the sexual encounters, it not only compliments Heath’s more reserved nature, but breaks the stereotype that people with disabilities are pure precious being who couldn’t possibly have sex, which is ableist af btw. Many people think the existence of any sex scenes at all is superfluous, but in BatBG, it truly elevates the story, the characters, and the romance in ways that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying without it.

Now, with as much praise I gave BatBG, there is one criticism I have, but it’s a quibble really, and it can be explained in a single image:

There is a dissonance between the story and the art, the story says: “Heath is a big, ugly scary monster”

The art says:

And like yes, it can be argued that Heath is simply regurgitating the things bigoted people have said to her, but at no point in the story is this ever challenged or brought up in any meaningful way. Lily is blind so she doesn’t know what the hell she looks like and the other characters aren’t any help either. It’s not a big deal or anything, it just would’ve elevated the story if Heath was actually kinda ugly/more monstrous and not incredibly beautiful because right now it’s giving skinny girl who calls herself fat all the time, and it’s like, babe, who tf are you fooling? 😭

Other than that, BatBG is incredibly profound despite its premise being so deceptively simple and I love it to pieces so …yeah! READ IT.

4. Superwomen in Love! Honey Trap and Rapid Rabbit by sometime

Well, at least there are no blondes

So imma just abbreviate to SiL btw

Alright, let’s get started. The premise is that a villainess falls for the super hero girl and then that plotline is dropped in about 16 pages. I’m not even joking, the villainess falls for the hero, loses her job as a villain and then joins the hero all in one chapter. The REAL plot is actually about a council of evil alien-humans who want to destroy humanity because of generic super villain reason #434: the leader of the aliens is sad and misunderstood :( I’m not even going to lie, I had 0 interest in “X” (the generic ass name of the main villain) and her band of useless lesbians. They did literally nothing in the story except be a nuisance and contribute to X’s incel breakdown at the end. Their inclusion actively made SiL worse because the story has this weird tonal problem where in one breath the villains are portrayed as complete jokes and then you turn the page and now they’re shooting children like girl what💀 And these useless lesbians hog sooooo much of SiL that desperately needed to be given to Honey trap and Hayate to develop their relationship.

When the story DOES actually focus on Honey Trap and Hayate, it’s pretty good, even cute at times, there just wasn’t enough time given to them to flesh their relationship out. As it stands, Honey Trap and Hayate don’t have much of a dynamic, or personality for that matter. Honey Trap’s main gimmick is that she’s extremely horny for Hayate and delulu:

Aside from that, she’s a great value version of Heath, but even a watered down character is better than, like, nothing. All I really know about Hayate is that she’s nice, heroic, likes wearing tacky clothes and ….that’s it. She loves Honey Trap because…………they fought together a few times so why not🤷‍♀️ I’d say at least that’s better than Tamen De Gushi, but actually it’s not because these grown ass women don’t even kiss , all we get is a love confession and their gremlin love child and that’s supposed to be satisfying I guess.

And the worst part is that SiL has the audacity to pretend the romance was something that it clearly wasn’t:

Girl…yall were “””enemies””” for 10 panels.

Now, it’s stated they have been rivals for a while, but I guess Honey Trap forgot all of that because the moment she sees Hayate’s face, my good sis is pussy whipped for life. And that’s in spite of apparently being the evilest one out of the evil group because Honey Trap has no grudge or baggage toward Hayate. She immediately turns good with no issues and Hayate is only distrustful of Honey Trap for 1 or 2 speech bubbles and then she’s not. Anything else that happened was off screen, which means it didn’t happen. Ironically, the very next entry on this list will do a MUCH better job at an ex-villain love story, but for SiL, there’s just not much going on.

Another reading of this story is to call it a “parody” but…no, it isn’t. SiL isn’t a comedy, yes there are comedic moments that poke fun of the genre, but the rest of the story genuinely wants you to take it seriously. Except it can’t. X and her league of dimwits are boring as piss and they oscillate between Saturday morning cartoon villains and child murderers seemingly on a whim. So I can neither be endeared to them nor take them as a serious threat. Honey Trap and Hayate are there, but I lament on all the potential lost from what could’ve been an amazing relationship.

5. Yamujiburo/Kianamaiart’s Hanamusa webcomic

This one is kind of cheating, but I also don’t care let me talk about hot MILFs💀

So the final entry on this list is a webcomic series by one of my fave artist: kianamaiart! And it’s right here on tumblr so check it out!

I stumbled upon this webcomic a few weeks ago, fell in love and now I want to talk about it. This yuri pair thankfully has no blonde femme in sight and instead features two popular Pokémon characters: Jessie from Team Rocket and Delia Ketchum, Ash Ketchum’s mom. What I love about this ship and the world Kiana creates around them is that it’s a very unconventional pairing. There’s just not many romances where a single mom falls in love with an ex gang member and the best part is, Delia being a mom is a big part of her character and she doesn’t ignore Ash in favor of her new relationship with Jessie. She has time for both and doesn’t prioritize one over the other, which many ppl fail to do even irl so good on you Delia!

Now, as for the romance it self, Jessie and Delia are a unique pair. Jessie’s overconfident, brash, drama queen personality doesn’t automatically put her in the “dominant” role and Delia’s sweet, motherly personality doesn’t automatically put her in the “submissive” role. Their dynamic in the webcomic actually plays out in the reverse, Jessie is the one who gets easily flustered and Delia’s…intense, to say the least:

(But Tbf if Delia looked at me like that I’d be at her beck and call too💀)

This subversion of these tropes creates a fun dynamic for the couple and it’s super adorable to see how their energies bounce off each other in each new situation Kiana puts them in. I also love how both Jessie and Delia inspire each other to live out their dreams and they become better versions of themselves by being together.

And one last thing, I don’t have any smart commentary to go along with this, I just really like this drawing of Jessie:

no thoughts, head empty

Final Thoughts

Soooo yeah, that’s the end of my dissertation on yuri comics. I know I ended up dragging a lot of popular yuri, but it wasn’t my intention to make you guys hate any of things I talked about. These were just my thoughts as an avid yuri fan, so let me know your thoughts as well, especially if you read any of the yuri I talked about. And even though I’m super picky about the type of yuri I read, I’d still love to hear any recommendations. Who knows, it might dethrone the undefeated champ that is Beauty and the Beast Girl.

[buckyseternaldoll]

Ok ok, this is my first ever author request and since yours was the first Bucky fic I’ve ever read, this just felt right! Also buckle in, this is long and I’m sorry in advance 😩

Alright hear me out, Avenger wedding lol I’ve had the song “I can’t help falling in love” stuck in my head all morning. Yes Elvis sang it originally but I have the Haley Reinhardt version playing through my brain. (I promise I’m going somewhere with this)

ANYWAYS! I’m imagining a reader who works with the Avengers but not an actual Avenger. Maybe she works in intelligence or research, sorry I’m not particularly creative when it comes to creating a character profile. Idk who’s getting married, maybe Natasha and Bruce bc I always thought they were adorable but go crazy lol

Now, they ask reader to sing a song at their wedding because omg why wouldn’t you want your bestie to do that for you? (In my imagination I’d totally be besties with Natasha if I were an Avenger lol)

Anyways, reader sings this song and of course she and Bucky have secretly been pining over each other forever because #idiotsinlove but in my brain Bucky is somewhat quiet, dark, pensive (broody) and honestly a little intimidating, so reader hasn’t had the courage to talk to him in any depth about their feelings. Think longing and heated glances in the hallways, small but lingering accidental touches. I am corny 🙃

Now OF COURSE at the wedding she’s actually singing this song to Bucky, who is in turn making absolutely *smoldering* eye contact💀

He’s experiencing all the feels and it’s this intense and beautiful moment that leads him to later confront reader and then of course fireworks ensue. It doesn’t matter to me if the fireworks are in the form of an emotional and sexually tense conversation, fluff or smut, whatever you feel good writing.

I know in real life this totally gives main character energy, like singing a love song to your wannabe boyfriend at your besties wedding but it’s fiction and I can do what I want.

Also, I feel like this is so cliché, again I am not creative this way so I humbly request your talents to help make this little vision come to life😂

Thank you and I love your writing and if you don’t want to do this I totally understand! 💚💚🍀

Ooof, yes yes YES to this! It’s a quick one, but I hope it lines up with your vision!

can't help.

Summary: You were just supposed to sing at your best friend’s wedding. Not confess your feelings to the brooding super soldier with your eyes and a love song.

Disclaimer: slow burn, emotional tension, mutual pining, implied smut, soft confession, light teasing, wedding setting

The hum of your monitors was the only sound in the room—aside from the quiet clack of keys as your fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating the encrypted maze of a burner phone retrieved during last week’s mission. You didn’t bother looking up when you heard someone step inside.

“You’re early,” you said absently. “I just started slicing through the outer layer. Gonna take a while.”

A pause.

Then his voice—low, almost amused. “Didn’t say anything.”

You turned your head slightly, catching the familiar figure leaning against the wall. Bucky Barnes, arms crossed, eyes pinned on you like he was watching something delicate unravel. Not unusual—he did this a lot. Lurking. Lingering. Speaking only when necessary.

“Is this even Hydra?” you asked, holding the device up.

“Looks like it,” he muttered. “Feels like it.”

You hummed in agreement and went back to work. “No decryption key?”

“Thought you liked a challenge.”

You smiled despite yourself. “So you do listen.”

You caught a flicker in his eyes—almost like a smile—but it vanished as quickly as it came.

And then—

The door burst open.

“There you are,” Natasha Romanoff announced as she strode in, crimson hair swaying behind her. “Both of you. Perfect.”

You blinked up at her. “We’re working.”

“You’ll keep working,” she said breezily. “But first—we need to discuss your setlist.”

Your fingers stilled. “My what?”

Nat crossed her arms. “You’re singing at my wedding.”

Your brain lagged several seconds behind the words. “Nat—no. No, I—what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t act surprised. You’ve murdered that song—Can't Help Falling in Love—at karaoke more times than I can count. I want it for the ceremony. Haley Reinhart version. Obviously.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but nothing coherent came out.

Bucky was silent beside you. As usual.

“Nobody knows about that,” you said finally. “Only you.”

“Exactly,” Nat smirked. “That’s why I’m asking. No one else can sing it the way you do. You’re doing it. It’s decided.”

“Natasha—”

“You promised!” she sang as she started backing toward the door. “Don’t make me put it in writing.”

You groaned softly and slumped back into your seat.

“Oh,” she added, peeking back in dramatically. “Bucky? You’re one of Bruce’s groomsmen, remember?”

His brows twitched. “I wasn’t sure if—”

“Don’t even try it. Suit up. Smile. Dance, maybe. Live a little.”

Then she was gone.

The silence returned.

You stared at the screen, unable to focus, heat creeping up the back of your neck.

That’s when you felt him still watching you.

Then quietly—

“You should do it. Sing.”

You turned to him, blinking. “Why?”

He paused for half a second.

“Think Sam’s looking for me.”

And with that, he turned and slipped out of the room, footsteps fading down the hallway.

—

(Bucky’s POV)

He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe because the thought of her voice echoing through that garden-lit hall—dressed in something soft and light, bathed in golden glow—was too much to keep to himself.

He remembered the night he first heard her humming.

Empty tech wing. Past midnight. She thought she was alone.

She wasn’t.

He stood in the shadow of the server racks, listening to that melody spill from her lips like it had always belonged there. Not perfect. Not polished. Just real—a raw, honest sound that stayed with him long after.

And now he’d get to hear her sing for real.

God help him.

(End of POV)

—

The Nerd Nest wasn’t much to look at—just one corner of the tech wing you’d gradually claimed with enough monitors, tangled wires, and caffeinated chaos to make Tony Stark roll his eyes and mutter something about “gremlin territory.” But it was yours. A space where the rest of the world—the noise, the pressure, the people—couldn’t reach you unless you let them.

Today, it was just you, your half-finished AI prototype, and your nerves. Your fingers danced across the keyboard, tuning the neural relay script—light, fast, in rhythm.

And without thinking, you hummed.

“Wise men say… only fools rush in…”

You didn’t get far. You sang a few more notes before realizing what you were doing, and instantly scrunched your face in embarrassment.

“God,” you muttered. “What are you doing…”

You turned in your chair, reaching for your water bottle—and practically jumped out of your skin.

“Holy f—!”

Bucky was there.

Not across the room. Not by the wall.

Right behind you.

Close enough that you could feel the quiet press of his presence at your back. Close enough that the heat from his body prickled against your skin like static.

You turned slowly, pulse spiking—because he was just unfair like that. All sculpted silence and midnight stares. And now he was too close for your heart to pretend it wasn’t affected.

You hated how often he left you breathless by doing absolutely nothing at all.

“Jesus, Barnes,” you gasped, gripping the arm of your chair. “You can’t just—are you training to be a ghost?”

He didn’t answer. Not verbally.

Instead, he stepped closer. Not to move past you—but to linger. To hover.

He reached for something on your desk, but his fingers trailed near yours first—light, deliberate. Not accidental. Not anymore.

He didn’t look at you when he did it. But he knew. And you felt it everywhere.

“Door was open.”

His voice was low. Barely an excuse. Definitely not an apology.

You squinted at him. “Still—some warning would be nice.”

He didn’t answer. Just watched you for a second too long. Long enough that your skin prickled under the weight of it.

Then—

“You hum when you work.”

Your stomach flipped. Shit.

“I—burner phone,” you blurted, voice cracking like your dignity. “Right. Hang on.”

You spun toward your desk so fast you nearly knocked your water bottle off the edge.

You reached for the device, your fingertips brushing against his palm as he reached too. Neither of you pulled away right away.

His gloved flesh fingers brushed yours when he took it—just briefly, but enough to make your breath hitch.

He glanced down.

Then up.

“This your number?”

His knuckles grazed yours as he handed it back. Not enough to count as a touch, but too much to ignore.

Your stomach dropped. “What—no! That’s my phone. Shit. Sorry.” You snatched it back and shoved the right device toward him. “This is the burner.”

He took it silently.

“Subtle,” he said after a pause.

Your face burned. “I’m not flirting with you.”

His expression didn’t change. “Didn’t say you were.”

You stared, unsure if he was mocking you or… something else.

You hated how unreadable he was. Hated how it made your chest flutter anyway. He could look at you like that—eyes stormy and still—and you’d forget how to breathe.

—

The door slid open again. “Why does nobody in this building knock?” you groaned.

Natasha stepped in, Bruce right behind her.

She clocked the tension in the room instantly. Her gaze flicked between you and Bucky, and a slow grin curled at her lips.

“Barnes, you’ve been hanging around in here a lot lately. Didn’t know you were into AI code and—karaoke?”

Bucky shifted behind you—closer than before.

You felt it first in the air—how it changed.

Then his hand grazed your back. Just barely. Just enough to make your breath catch.

He didn’t move away.

Instead, his fingers lingered… brushing down the curve of your spine in a single, featherlight stroke.

Then, like it never happened, his hand was gone.

You groaned. “Natasha—please.”

You could feel heat rushing to your face, and not just from embarrassment. He was still standing too close behind you.

Bucky didn’t say a word. But you felt it—his gaze. Heavy. Unwavering.

Bruce, bless him, tried to cut the tension. “We heard humming from the hall. It sounded… really good.”

You choked out a laugh. “Guess I need to work on soundproofing the Nest.”

Natasha tilted her head toward Bucky, sharp as ever. “Didn’t you say you weren’t into slow songs?”

His response came low. Cool.

“Didn’t say anything.”

But he glanced at you. Just for a second.

Like the words were a lie he needed to swallow fast.

Bruce raised a brow. “You okay, man?”

“Fine.”

Natasha nudged him with her elbow, playful but just enough to provoke. “You showing up to rehearsal later, groomsman?”

“I’ll be there.”

Short. Unsmiling. End of conversation.

Nat threw you a wink on her way out. “Don’t let him scare you. He only bites when you ask.”

You wanted to melt through the floor.

Bucky stood still for a moment longer, unreadable. Then he left without another word.

You sat back, heart pounding, and realized:

You really needed to stop humming around him.

—

It was later that evening, and you found yourself curled up in one of the compound lounges with Natasha, tucked under a throw blanket that smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and too much time near Clint’s socks. She’d brought tea—hers black, yours with extra honey—and despite the comforting warmth of the cup in your hands, your stomach was still tight.

Nat watched you for a while without saying anything, her green eyes too sharp to be fooled.

“You’re spiraling,” she said finally, tone light.

You sighed and leaned your head back against the couch. “I don’t get it. I’ve presented mission briefs in front of generals. I’ve walked agents through crisis comms in real-time. Why does singing one song feel like I’m about to disarm a live bomb?”

She grinned. “Because singing is personal. You can’t hide behind data when your voice cracks on a love lyric.”

“Wow. Thanks for that horrifying visual.”

She laughed softly. “You’ll be fine. It’s not even a big crowd.”

You peeked at her over your mug. “No?”

Nat shook her head. “Intimate. Friends, family, the team. That’s it. There’s no big altar or spotlight. Just a little raised platform Bruce is putting together in the ceremony hall—they’re decorating it like a garden. Might still feel stuffy with just you up there."

You groaned and buried your face in the blanket.

“Maybe I should fake laryngitis.”

“Don’t tempt me to throat-punch you.”

You giggled under your breath, and for a few seconds, the tension eased.

Then Nat tilted her head. “Wanna talk about something else?”

You glanced at her.

She smirked. “Boys, maybe?”

Your face went hot instantly. “There’s… no one.”

“Mm-hm.”

You sipped your tea too quickly and burned your tongue. “Seriously.”

She didn’t push. Didn’t say a word.

But the way she looked at you, it was clear she knew. Of course she did.

All those times Bucky lingered in doorways when you spoke. The way he stood closer to you than anyone else. That odd, unreadable tension in his jaw when someone else made you laugh.

“Well,” she said casually, standing up and brushing crumbs off her leggings. “Whoever it is… you’ve got my luck.”

You blinked. “You’re not gonna guess?”

“Already guessed.” Her smirk deepened. “But I won’t spoil the fun.”

She grabbed her tea and headed for the door, pausing just before leaving.

“Just make sure you catch the bouquet, yeah?”

You groaned. “Natasha—”

“What? Continuous luck. I don’t make the rules.”

And with that, she was gone.

Leaving you on the couch, blushing into your tea, and not thinking about Bucky Barnes at all.

Not. At. All.

—

The ceremony hall had been transformed into something soft and surreal—stone walls veiled in blooming vines, long white drapes fluttering gently from the ceiling beams, and golden fairy lights woven into the greenery above. It felt more like stepping into a secret garden than a wedding.

Eighty guests. Maybe a few more. But it still felt like too many.

In a small prep room tucked behind the main hall, you stood in front of a tall mirror, trying to breathe. The space was barely large enough for the dress rack and makeup table, but it was quiet. Private. Wanda had helped with your hair—an elegant twist pinned at the back, with a few curled strands left loose to frame your face. You barely recognized your reflection.

Your dress was soft blue, simple but perfectly fitted. Not revealing, not loud. Just… you. Or maybe a version of you from someone’s daydream.

You looked beautiful.

And you felt like you were about to pass out.

You mumbled the opening lyrics under your breath, pacing a little as you tried to calm your nerves.

“Wise men say… only fools rush in…”

Your voice wavered. Your hands trembled.

A soft pat on your shoulder made you flinch.

You turned—and stopped breathing for a second.

Bucky stood there. Dressed in a dark suit, clean and crisp, collar brushing against the edge of his jaw. His expression unreadable. Steady. His eyes—something else entirely.

He didn’t speak. Just reached into his jacket pocket and held out something small in his palm. As you reached for it, his fingertips brushed your palm—warm, calloused, grounding. He didn’t pull away immediately. Neither did you.

You took it carefully. A coin? No—heavier than that. It looked worn at the edges, an old challenge token or medallion, with a compass etched on one side and faded Cyrillic on the other.

“I keep it when I need to stay steady,” he said, voice low. “Helps.”

You stared at the token, then up at him—wanting to ask why, or thank him, or say something. But the words stuck. His eyes had that quiet pull again, steady and deep. And you… you were one stupid glance away from telling him everything.

“You’ll be fine,” he added, then turned and walked away before you could get a single word out.

You looked down at the token again, heart still pounding. You swore his touch still lingered—like his hand had left a quiet imprint on your skin.

You slipped it into your palm, curled your fingers around it, and walked toward the doorway when they called your name.

—

The crowd hushed as you stepped onto the low platform.

You adjusted the mic. Exhaled slowly.

Bucky stood near the back. Tucked into shadow but somehow impossible to miss. His gaze found you instantly.

And held.

You squeezed the token in your palm—and sang.

Wise men say only fools rush in

Your voice trembled, breath barely catching the note. The melody felt fragile, like paper floating through still air. But your eyes found him again—blue, steady, burning.

But I can’t help falling in love with you.

He didn’t blink. You didn’t either. There were about eighty people in the room, but it might as well have been just him.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

Your throat tightened. You could feel the hitch in your chest—the ache of words you’d never dared to say aloud. He tilted his head slightly, like he could hear the cry in your voice.

If I can’t help falling in love with you.

A breath. A heartbeat. You swore your knees wobbled under the weight of that line. But he never looked away. His jaw clenched, subtle and sharp, like the sound was pulling him apart.

Oh, like a river flows, surely to the sea

You felt your voice grow stronger. The line came easier now, like it had always been meant for him. Meant for this moment.

Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be

You could swear he swallowed hard—his expression unreadable, but his eyes screaming. You imagined what it would feel like to finally touch him without hesitation. Without hiding.

Woah, take my hand,

Your voice dipped low, husky and real. You weren’t sure you could breathe.

Take my whole life, too

He leaned forward ever so slightly. Not enough to draw attention—just enough to make your heart rattle like glass inside your ribs.

For I can't help falling in love with you

Your vision blurred for a second. You didn’t even realize your lashes had gone wet. The coin in your palm grounded you—his coin. You clung to it as if it could carry the truth you couldn’t say.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

You kept singing, voice floating like a confession in slow motion. Your gaze stayed locked on him, and for a moment, you wondered if he could feel your heartbeat from across the room.

Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be

The tiniest twitch in his lip—like he almost smiled. Almost. The aching softness of it nearly undid you.

Take my hand

You meant it. God, you meant it. If he walked up now and took it, you wouldn’t care who saw. Wouldn’t care that it was your best friend’s wedding. That lyric was yours—and his.

Take my whole life too

If he stepped forward now, you might’ve crumbled in front of everyone.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

You held the note a moment longer. Felt it in your chest. Your fingertips. Your soul.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

The final note left your lips like a vow wrapped in velvet.

And then—silence.

Not from within.

From him.

Still watching. Still holding you there with his eyes.

—

You stood there, trembling. The token still clenched in your palm.

Bucky hadn’t moved. Not a muscle. His gaze still held yours.

You didn’t know what you’d just done.

But you knew exactly who you’d done it for.

—

You didn’t see him again.

The second you stepped off that tiny platform, Bucky Barnes had vanished like smoke.

People surrounded you immediately—Natasha and Wanda, Sam with his teasing smirk, a few guests you vaguely recognized from earlier missions or boardroom briefings.

“You killed it.”

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“God, I got chills.”

You smiled. Thanked them. Laughed softly at the compliments. But your eyes kept scanning. Searching.

Nowhere in sight.

Not near the drinks. Not by the back row. Not by Natasha.

Gone.

But that look he gave you during the song—blue flame, unblinking, something wordless and raw—was burned into your mind. You couldn’t stop replaying it. Couldn’t shake the phantom pull of it, like gravity still clinging to your bones even when the source was gone.

Eventually, the buzz around you grew too loud. Your own heartbeat louder still. You mumbled an excuse—needed air, needed space, needed to think.

You slipped outside.

—

The garden was quiet. String lights drifted overhead like suspended stars, their glow soft against the trimmed hedges and pale stone paths. You followed the curve of a walkway until it brought you to a small koi pond near the edge of the property.

You exhaled slowly, staring into the water.

It was crystal clear—so clear you could see the koi swimming just beneath the surface, orange and gold scales rippling like stained glass.

You didn’t hear the footsteps until he was already close.

“Can I talk to you?”

You startled. Turned.

Bucky stood at a respectful distance, hands relaxed at his sides, voice low. Different now. Softer.

Of course it was him. The man who could level you with a glance. The one you were supposed to avoid wanting—and failed miserably.

You nodded.

You didn’t speak as you led him back through the quiet side corridor, winding past the ceremony hall until you reached the prep room again—the same one tucked just behind the stage. It was empty. Dim. The door clicked softly shut behind you—

And then he locked it.

Your pulse kicked.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you. His gaze dropped to your chest—no lower, just where your hand was clutching something tight.

The token.

“You’re shaking,” he said. His voice was velvet now. “Your heart’s racing.” He reached for your hand slowly, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist as if reading your pulse through touch alone.

“I know,” you whispered.

He took a slow step forward. Then another.

“You’re not scared of me,” he said. Not a question.

“No.”

“Then why are you trembling?”

You couldn’t answer. Because how do you explain this kind of gravity?

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small foil-wrapped candy, and handed it to you without a word. His fingers brushed yours again—intentional this time. The contact was gentle, but it sparked down your spine like a live wire.

You blinked. “What is this?”

“Sugar. Helps. Just… try it.”

You unwrapped it with shaking fingers. Pressed it to your tongue. Cherry.

“Did you sing that song for me?” he asked, finally.

You froze.

“I—I sang it for the wedding.”

You avoided his gaze.

“Don’t lie,” he said softly.

You looked up.

He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t teasing.

Just… sure.

“I heard your heartbeat when I left you the coin,” he murmured. “It was calm. But when I wasn’t where you expected me to be—”

“It spiked.”

“You sighed when you couldn’t find me.”

“You looked for me through the whole room.”

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out.

“You think I don’t notice the way you named your AI project JBB?” he added gently. “I cracked your file tree once. Saw your debug comments. All tagged ‘//buckbytes’.”

Your throat went dry. You blinked—hard.

He’d seen that? The little scraps of you scattered across cold code and digital logic. Things you never meant anyone to notice. Especially not him.

“I couldn’t help it,” you whispered, barely breathing. “You’re just… always there. Even when you’re not.”

You looked down, fingers knotting at your sides. “You’re broody and intense and sometimes you scare people, but you don’t scare me.”

A beat of silence.

When you looked up, his eyes had changed—no longer guarded, no longer hiding. Just… soft.

Like he’d been waiting forever to be seen like that.

“I always feel safe when you’re near,” you added. “You never look at me like I’m too much. Or in the way.”

He stepped closer.

“I watch you because I see how much you carry,” he said, voice nearly a whisper now. “You do ten things at once and still think it’s not enough. You take care of everything. Everyone. You make the team better.”

You felt your eyes sting. You looked away.

“You’re brilliant,” he murmured. “Too brilliant. And I’m too old. Too haunted. I don’t deserve someone like you.”

Your breath caught.

“You’re light,” he said, “and I’ve only ever lived in shadow.”

Then—

Your lips crashed into his.

Not delicate. Not rehearsed.

But yours.

He froze for half a second—caught off guard. Like he hadn’t expected you to be the one to close the space.

And then—he melted.

A low sound left him, one you felt more than heard. His hands gripped you tighter, pulling you in like he’d been holding back for months and finally had permission to fall. You could feel it now—the quiet thunder of his heart pounding beneath his shirt. Fast. Unsteady.

You kissed him like you’d been waiting your whole life for this exact beat in time. And from the way he kissed you back—hungry but reverent—so had he.

It wasn’t careful.

It wasn’t clean.

But it was real. Overdue. The kind of collision that had been building for months, maybe longer—carved out in every sideways glance, every stolen breath, every time you left a room and felt his gaze burn between your shoulder blades.

Bucky reached for you slowly, as if he still wasn’t convinced you were really standing there. One hand cradled your jaw, the other settling at the curve of your neck. His touch was reverent—light but grounding. His thumbs stroked across your skin like he was memorizing the texture of a miracle.

His breath ghosted across your lips.

“I’ve imagined this,” he murmured, voice thick with restraint. “So many damn times.”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Your heart thudded so hard it echoed in your ears. Your body leaned toward his instinctively, as if it already knew what he wasn’t saying.

“I thought maybe… if I ignored it long enough, it’d fade,” he continued, each word quieter than the last. “But it didn’t. It just dug in deeper. You—you’re always there. Even when I’m not looking.”

His forehead brushed against yours. The gesture was tentative, but intimate—anchored in want, steeped in something terrifyingly close to worship.

“And then you sang that song,” he whispered. “And I knew I was fucked.”

That broke your stillness. A breathy laugh escaped you—too full of nerves, too full of feeling. You slid your fingers beneath the edge of his vest, pressing your palms to his chest like you needed proof he was actually standing there. That he was real. That he wanted you too.

“I meant it,” you said softly. “Every word.”

Bucky didn’t answer with words this time.

He kissed you.

Not in the way you expected—quick or rough or hungry—but with aching patience. His lips brushed yours first like a question. When you leaned in, he answered it. Fully. Deeply. Like he was starving and this was the only thing that could save him.

Your hands curled around his shoulders, dragging him closer as if the heat in your chest would eat you alive if you didn’t.

He tasted like something you’d craved before you even knew it had a name. Like longing turned real. Like gravity, finally.

And God, the way he touched you—

His hands didn’t wander. They held. Steady. Secure. Like you were something precious. His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, and when you moaned softly into his mouth, he responded with a quiet, desperate sound of his own—one that made your knees almost buckle.

You broke away just slightly, lips brushing the edge of his jaw. You didn’t even think—just let your teeth find the curve of his earlobe, tugging gently. The sharp intake of breath he gave you in return made your core tighten.

“You know,” you murmured, smirking against his skin, “they say the nerds are the dangerous ones in bed.”

His breath caught. You felt the way his hands gripped you tighter, like he couldn’t help it anymore.

“God help me,” he rasped, mouth at your temple, “I believe that.”

You kissed again. Slower this time. Deeper. Like both of you had finally stepped out of the silence and into something you weren’t afraid of anymore.

And maybe the door stayed locked a little longer.

Maybe the coin he gave you never left your hand.

And maybe the sun was still up outside—burning past the garden-themed walls of a borrowed celebration.

But in his arms, it felt like everything had gone still. Like time had folded into itself.

Like the moment he’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

And maybe—just maybe—you’d been waiting for it too.

[kelperine]

I just saw thunderbolts and I have many thoughts

Spoilers ahead ‼️‼️‼️

1. Taskmaster dying was so pointless and honestly kind of disgusting. I tried seeing if it’s was an actor issue but apparently the writers took her out to show that “the stakes are high and anyone can die” which is a convoluted way to say nothing because we know none of the other team members are dying through cast leaks and plot armor. It rubs me the wrong way that a movie centered around character redemption threw out the girl who went through the same mercenary pain as them and got not sufficing redemption in black widow or thunderbolts. Rip Taskmaster you are special to me and I would never have done that to you. We lost a girlie today 💔

2. I liked Ghost alot in the ant man movies and honestly forgot as her character became quickly irrelevant because let’s be real ant man is no one’s favorite series. She didn’t do much in this movie, no one seemed to really connect with her and holy shit what was that bulky ahh suit 😭 I’d kill to have the white suit back from her first appearance, that was so cool. Also every move she made got fucking countered immediately. If your character can be countered by a jbl speaker blaring fetty wap then maybe she’s not a great addition to the team.

3. I thought the Bob/Yelena/Walker camaraderie was pretty solid, they all had good banter and seemed to genuinely care about each other. I don’t want to glaze Walker but I liked seeing the small ways he showed affection like shifting from calling him Bob to Bobby, and even picking the fruit for Yelena and Ghost. Hell he even took that one hit for Bucky and hauled his ass back to the elevator. I’m not sure why he was suddenly a team player but it was nice to see. That being said we lacked a whole group connection, obviously Walker cared for Ghost but Ghost didn’t seem to connect with anyone else, nor did Bucky really talk past his circle of Walker, or Alexei with his circle of Yelena. I would have liked to see a better full team moment like the Avengers shawarma scene. Everyone was pretty solid by themselves but I don’t really think of them as a group, just people who have their person if that makes sense.

4. I was going to complain that Bucky wasn’t in the movie enough because he’s my favorite and I saw it just to see him on the big screen. I was originally worried that he was going to be put through mcu hell again after his redemption in tfatws but I honestly think it was smart to distance himself from the thunderbolts team. It gives everyone else a chance in the spotlight because Bucky has already overcome his trauma and serves as a sign that they can too. I always kept him in mind during the void episodes knowing that reliving hydra must have been awful, but he’s at a point right now where he was able to blow it off and even joke to the others by remarking sarcastically that his past was great. I love seeing him in a place of healing <3 That being said I know my boy is struggling being in a team where 2 people are a stark reminder of Steve rogers. Like If I was in a team where two people looked like my dead boyfriend id throw hands every second, walker and alexei I would be out for blood 💀 Not to mention Sam who is very much captain American but it probably still hurts Bucky to see that red white and blue even when the proper person displays it.

5. You are telling me there is arguing in my sambucky household?? Marvel don’t piss me off. My one little Sam Wilson mention is Bucky arguing with him about some avengers bullshit?? Marvel I am going to run these ones. I was expecting a little call at the end like “honey you won’t believe the day I’ve had” NOT A DIVORCE.

6. Sentry was a bit confusing, he felt like a weird character to add in the timeline right now in that way that he’s pretty similar to Adam Warlock. He felt like a weird combination of Warlock x Homelander if that makes sense lol. Towards the end the movie started to feel like The Boys lmao, I thought Valentina was about to become the head of Vought and had to remember what universe we were in. Don’t get me wrong I love Bob and I part of me hates that I’m buying into the “lol so random XD name” kind of character but he was pretty chill, I know my boy is gonna love Johnny Storm just wait.

7. Where is Yelena’s Guinea pig?? I was hoping to see him in the back of the tower with a fancy set up but alas… Outside of showing the fact that Yelena doesn’t lack humanity through her rescuing if it, it is also a symbol of what they’ve all been through as Guinea pigs are commonly test subjects. I know it’s right on the nose but I think it’s still a nice touch

8. The end credit “avengers” suits were so fucking ugly ima be real 💀 Bucky what are u wearing go find a Henley

9. Fight could have been over in ten minutes if Walker and Bob kissed 🤷‍♂️ Fellas is it gay to slam a man against a wall and stare lovingly into his eyes?? Walker, first Lemar and now this? Buddy I cant defend you. Also you can’t tell me Bob and Yelena wouldn’t be the most fire lavender couple you’ve ever seen. If u want Bob u gotta go through Yelena and Walker, that’s their bbg 😤

[kisses4tom]

Sooo, since we got Uncle Billy do we now get GirlDad!Tom ?? I’ve looked high and low for a Tom X Reader family story😂😭 your writing is amazing <3

ᡣ𐭩 DADDY TOM

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YAYY FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS!! 😭 I've been dying to write something like this since I have already made an uncle tommy hc! and thank you so much ml 💕

I think we can ALL collectively agree that Tom would be the BEST girl dad, right? 🌚 so the baby will be a little girl!

also I'm gonna make this a teen pregnancy (18), so from the very start up til now!

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when he finds out he would probably freeze for a moment before finally reacting (gotta soak it in yk)

he would be happy but shocked and confused at the same time

scared not to be present enough because of tour and the band

he would always kiss and touch your stomach

he'd cry when hearing the baby's heartbeat to the doctor 🥹🫶🏻

"I want the baby to be healthy, but if I had to guess I think it's a boy" (he 100% wants a girl)

idk I feel like he would call the baby "kleine Prinzessin" (little princess) or "kleiner Soldat" (little soldier) !!

when you go into labor he tries to keep his cool but deep down he's in full panic mode

the first time he met/held her it was like love at first sight for him even if he didn't quite know how to act since he never really had any past experiences with babies

he's very careful and gentle with her

always holding her

he would attack her with tickles to hear her little laugh

kiss attacks also

playing with her all the time

he wouldn't essentially spoil her (that's uncle Billy's job 😉) but he definitely gets her most things because he can't say no to that little face!

likes holding and showing her around: "look who's that in the mirror? it's you!"

definitely hiding her from the media

yet he LOVES talking about her in interviews!

though very very VERY rarely he would bring her out on stage and hold her like mf simba when she was about 1/2

his heart is always full whenever she's around

he would kneel down to talk to her‼️😩

always pushing her stroller or carrying her on his shoulders

don't ask me why but he'd get into play fights with her at the dinner table 😭 (especially when she's still learning to talk so she's speaking gibberish 😭)

he loves to take her baths and put fun toys in the tub

finds her extremely adorable in everything she wears

he'd give her his yellow dog plushie‼️😭 currently sobbing

I feel like he would try his best to let the baby's first word be "papa" 😭

when she's older he would start being more himself (so talk about things freely and make dirty jokes all the time)

he's not a regular dad, he's a cool dad! 😏 (please get the reference 😭)

he'd give her the talk 🫢🐝

he would pick her up in weird ways and make her laugh (like upside down etc lmfao 💀)

would let her do his hair but not his make-up

like I said in my uncle Tommy hc, i feel like he would love to play with the toy kitchen for some reason idk 💀

he's the overprotective girl dad FOR SURE (AND ITS THE HOTTEST AND CUTEST THING IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE)

he'd go down the slide with her 😭

at lunch/dinner he would always sit next to her

looooves when she's at their concerts and would ask Bill to dedicate her a song (especially her favorite)

he'd definitely write her a song too

he would make her try to eat a lemon 😭🍋

it's important to him that she has a good bond with her uncle Bill and the boys too! (uncle Georg and uncle Gustav 🥹)

"Y/n she looks more like me than you, gotta be honest"

he would give her what he didn't have growing up (if you read Bill's book, like I have, you'll know)

he wouldn't let anybody hurt or say anything wrong about her

hype man fr

high-key a very chill and permissive dad

he would make sure she knows her worth and to always be herself, without listening to what others say

always saying that she's the better copy of him

since he had her young, people (maybe even teachers at parent teacher conferences) mistake him for her brother and it's needless to say that he's very flattered while his daughter is just like 😐

they have a great bond

LITTLE FUN FACT‼️ Tom said in his podcast that if he ever has a daughter then his dream is to name her Nala like in the lion king movie 🤭😭 crying rivers rn part 2

your daughter tags along on tours, especially because it's very important for Tom and she loves it (idk if I already said this but oh well lmfaoo)

I have a feeling almost all her friends have a crush on Tom (i know i would 😋)

Tom is such a basic dad istg, he does bbq every sunday

if y'all ever become parents a second time then he would definitely have a happier reaction than the first one, yet he would be scared to take care of two little creatures~

his fans always ask about her during meet and greets and give her little presents, which he appreciates a lot

your daughter is pretty much popular in the entire fanbase you guys have and is considered a "lucky charm" from the band

Tom would give her the longest and most comforting hugs known to mankind

he'd make her a memory book with Bill 😭

and he'd give her some old goodies of his!

like some of his old clothes, hats, glasses etc..

overall he's the best dad and UGHHFHSJENF I cry just thinking about him not having any biological children :(

i hope you enjoyed this !! 💕 (also i apologize for any spelling mistakes but your girl over here is too lazy to re-read 🤪 love y'aaaallll)

[bigassmoonchild]

this is just pure self induglence

can i request ghost ripping into each member of the team over something stupid they did and when he finally get to us he cant yell and tell us not to do it again really sweetly and leaves the room and soap asks us how we get him to be nice and it leads to them finding out

A. we outrank him

B. hes our hubby and cant be mean to us even if he tried

(i love it when soap just never gets told anything about simons personal life. it’s like another way soap and ghost just go at each other to me 💀)

🫶🫶 (love my anons)

‘you need to start thinking more, sergeant!’ ghost nearly growled into soaps face. ‘if you’d think, maybe we wouldn’t ‘ave had to evacuate like we did, and maybe there wouldn’t have been three dead!’ and all soap could do was look away.

price had disappeared. he well outranked the lieutenant and didn’t need to stay behind for the talking to everyone was getting. you, though, you stayed because you wanted to.

he moved on to gaz, staring down at the younger man. ‘and you’re supposed to be with him,’ he pointed at soap, ‘at all times. did you forget? is that why he went off and fucked up?’ he snarled.

soap opened his mouth, ready to defend gaz before ghost cut him off. ‘don’t you even think about it, sergeant. i want you both on the field tomorrow. 0500,’ and he turned to you.

soap and gaz watched as the lieutenant just looked at you, your eyes glaring through his own. it was like you were talking to each other without speaking, and ghost shook his head. ‘don’t do that again,’ he huffed out and marched away.

gaz visibly relaxed, allowing his shoulders to fall from their stiff position. rubbing at his neck, he looked between you and soap.

‘i’m just gonna go on and get some food. might knock out early so ghost doesn’t fuck me up too bad tomorrow,’ and he walked off.

falling into step beside you, soap and yourself just walked for a bit. soap needed to blow of some steam. ‘how do you do it?’ he turned to you, face fallen and almost hurt. ‘i don’t get it, he never yells at you, he doesn’t do anything to you,’ he shook his head.

the mission hadn’t gone as poorly as ghost had thought. there were some missing pieces of intel, a few soldiers lost in the ranks here or there. maybe an outdated blueprint.

where you’d been watching, ready to help snipe should anything go wrong, things seemed to be going okay. soap hadn’t fucked anything up too bad, he just hadn’t seen someone walking by before they’d seen him.

he was almost shot, barely getting away. gaz had barely gotten away with the needed intel, but had to lose the person you’d been after. that was going to ruin a lot of things in the long run.

‘you didn’t do as poorly as ghost thinks,’ you said to soap, ignoring his initial comment. ‘he just gets all up in his head, believes that anything that goes wrong is nobody’s fault but ours,’ you told him.

you weren’t going to explain how he believed it was his own fault. when soldiers he was leading fell, he took it as though he was the one killing them.

soap shook his head. ‘how do you do it? he barely even tells you when you screw things up,’ you gave a little laugh.

‘oh he tells me, soap,’ you responded. ‘you just don’t ever see it, because he’s private. sure, i may outrank him, but-‘

‘you outrank ghost?’ he stared at you, brows furrowed. you nodded.

‘i just don’t ever wear my stripes or pins,’ you told him. ‘colonel, but i’ve stepped aside to help you guys out. god awful amount of paperwork, though,’ you shrugged and looked away.

soap shook his head. ‘he yells at price sometimes, but he never even gets angry at you. there’s something else,’ you gave soap a little smile.

finally looking back at the scot, you fully grinned at him. ‘it’s cause i’m his wife, and he’d be sleeping with the dogs if he ever yelled at me,’ you told him.

blinking at you, soap took a moment to process it. ‘you’re his what?’ you nodded, pulling the necklace with your wedding band on it. he grabbed it gently, staring at the pretty stone. ‘he even knows what type of metal you wear?’

you nodded. ‘he’s a genuine sweetheart sometimes, but he has his reasons for speaking to you guys the way he does,’

‘i guess,’ soap looked away. ‘ever think about having kids,’ you shoved him away from you, laughing.

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, crying, angst, love making, alcohol consumption, fluff cause kinktober isn’t my strong suit💀

“Let me guess, the usual?” The bartender asks with a knowing smirk while he uses the white towel on his hip to clean yet another beer mug.

“You know me so well.” You tilt your head a slight smile just barely reaching your lips.

“Strawberry margarita coming right up.” he clicks his tongue and winks at you before starting your drink. “So, how bad was it?” He asks after a moment of silence.

Turning your attention away from your phone to look at the familiar face of your bartender, you respond. “Excuse me?”

“The breakup, you know.” Within a flash, your drink is sitting in front of you, and you still can’t understand how he always gets it ready so fast. Little did you know he always tried a little harder when it came to your order than the rest of his customers. What can he say? He had a little thing for you.

“How did-“ he quickly cuts you off.

“I know,” he smiles, taking the words right out of your mouth. “Lucky guess,” he shrugs.

“Very lucky, guess.” You eye him, taking a sip of your drink and staring into his eyes over the rim of your glass.

“Want me to be honest?” He wipes down the counter and leans his elbows onto it, meeting your curious gaze as you give him a nod to continue. “Well, I've never seen you before, but just recently, you started to frequent here.” he pauses for a second. “And tell me if I’m wrong, but the puffy eyes the off into space look, and though you’ve been coming here for a whole month, I have yet to see you genuinely smile.”

How the fuck did he know that? or maybe you were just that obvious who knows. “Well, maybe I just lost a family member or a friend.” you throw out other ideas.

“Hmm, possibly.” he taps the counter with his index finger. “But I’ve worked here a long time, and your eyes say heartbroken. Other people who lost family have this almost glazed-over look in their eyes, and no matter how deep you look, there’s still nothing but sorrow.”

So was he a fucking empath or a bartender?

“Okay, or I’m just taking it better than some people.” You don’t know why, but something about someone knowing the exact reason why you frequent the bar late at night was embarrassing. You felt like a typical girl crying over a piece of shit man that never cared about you in the first place.

“You’re good at throwing people off, I give you that,” he smiles. “Thing is, I can see that you want to smile. I can see that beyond those beautiful sparkling eyes of yours, that there’s so much more to you than downing more margaritas than I can count on my hands and feet.” your eyes shift away from his as you sip from your cup to avoid his intimidating gaze. “I can see that you’re broken.” your breath hitches that same annoying prickly feeling in your eyes, making itself known as a single tear rolled down your cheek. “But you can be repaired.” he strokes your cheek, a soft smile on his face while you stare at him helplessly. You just want the pain to go away, anything to distract you from the heartbreak because it’s been eating you from the inside out, and your bartender’s right, you are broken, but in your eyes, you feel broken beyond repair.

“No.” A shaky breath leaves your lips as you lean into his soft yet caring touch.

“One chance. I know it’s so random, but one chance.” he tucks your hair behind your ear, his thumb now lightly tracing your lipline in case you didn’t already know what he meant. “All I’m asking,” he whispers with a heavy heart.

He doesn’t know why, but the first day he laid eyes on you in the bar with mascara running down your cheeks and your quiet, broken sobs while you drowned yourself in alcohol, the only thing he ever wanted was to just see you smile.

And tonight might just be his lucky night.

Opening your eyes to meet his, you sniffle softly and mutter a small. “Okay,” and even though it’s small and barely there, he feels his heart race a million times faster when he sees the tiniest little smile on your face, but it wasn’t forced like the others you gave him in the past to try and make it seem like you were okay no this was real and if you gave him a chance he’d make you smile like that every morning.

𐃯 𐃯 𐃯

It was well past midnight by the time you both left the bar. heeseung drove you home since you had been drinking well, only one margarita but no drinking and driving on his watch.

You had both already entered your home, and you silently led him to your bedroom after taking off your shoes at the door.

He closed your bedroom door behind him, quickly zeroing in on your frame so delicate, fragile, and almost standoffish. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around your midsection, pressing his back against yours softly as he kisses your exposed shoulder, making you shiver cause it’s been a while since you felt a man’s touch.

Trailing his hands upward, he grips the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders and kissing the expanse of your soft neck. “He never called me beautiful,” you whisper as you tilt your head, allowing him to reach even more of your skin.

“He was blind,” he says, slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your dress. “So blind.” his kisses leave little tingles all over your skin.

Rolling your dress down your waist, he lets it pool around your feet, and his hands immediately find the warmth of your waist. Trailing his hand up, he cups your exposed breast with his left hand, smoothing his thumb over your nipple and kissing the shell of your ear.

The faint sound of moans fills his ears, and he smiles to himself cause he’s the one who’s behind them.

He switched to the other side of your neck, his right hand moving from your waist to your stomach, caressing your smooth skin. “So soft.” he takes his time with you, going slowly cause he knows it’s been a while for you, and he could say the same cause he also had been heartbroken before. That’s why the look in your eyes was so easy for him to detect.

While working his lips on your neck, he pulls his hands away from you to unbutton his dress shirt, letting it hit the floor before back hugging you, letting you feel his warm chest pressed against your naked back. He felt so broad. Just his hold on you made you feel safe as you relaxed further and further into his warm embrace.

Ever so slowly, he drops his palm between your legs, rubbing you through the silky material of your underwear. “Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling the heat of his palm stroking your core.

He moans the moment he feels just how wet you’ve gotten for him, and his kisses on your neck grow needy the longer he hears you moaning for him. “Y/n, I’m right here” he caresses your thigh softly, right hand still rubbing your clit through your panties. “Can I?” He slightly tugs on the crotch part of your panties, and he feels you nod against his shoulder. Without a second passing after your approval, he slips his fingers inside your underwear, running them delicately through your folds. “Y/n,” he whines just below your ear, relishing in the way you feel just on his fingers, and hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimper, legs already giving out from his gentle touch.

The hint is not hard to understand, he knows exactly what you’re asking for, and he turns you around, pressing his lips on yours, finally getting a taste of you and your strawberry daiquiri as he replaces his hands on your lower back while yours play with his belt until it’s undone and his pants drop to his feet.

He gently pulled away from the kiss, picking you up carefully and slowly placing you onto the middle of your bed, seamlessly laying between your legs and dragging the material of your panties down slightly. “This okay?” He checks with you just to make, and you confirm, making him to continue his actions until you’re completely bare in front of him.

You jolted in place the moment you felt his breath hitting your core. His kisses and soft caresses on your thighs made you feel like you were so delicate and precious to him, and you were so so special to him, and you didn’t even know it yet, but when this night ended, you’d definitely know. “Heeseung,” you cry out loud in pleasure when his tongue meets your outer lips. You were in complete shock because you’ve never felt anything like this before.

He stops when he hears just how loud you are, thinking he might have scraped you with his teeth. “I'm sorry, you okay?” He kissed your mound, hands still continuously rubbing soft circles on your legs.

“Yeah, I just never..” you trailed off, and now that you think about it, the idea that your boyfriend never even did what a stranger was doing for you made you feel even more terrible about your relationship with that piece of shit.

Heeseung swears he misheard you cause what type of fucking idiot wouldn’t want to pleasure a sweet, beautiful woman like you? “He missed out.” he starts out using his finger to collect your arousal and slowly pushes it in. “Cause you’re the sweetest thing my tongue ever tasted” Without missing a beat, his mouth hovers over your core, softly licking your hooded clit as he works his finger in deeper and deeper.

Gripping onto the sheets with one hand, your other goes to pet his hair, rubbing your fingers over his scalp, making his eyes flutter shut while he savors every last drop of you.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to indulge in a new type of pleasure, one that you enjoy beyond words. You fall so deep into bliss you don’t even notice his second finger going in alongside his other, that is, until he starts curling them up, hitting your spot and making you see literal stars.

The tighter you grip his fingers, he knows the closer you’re getting, and he can’t wait to give you the orgasms that your precious body deserves.

When you pant, his name breathless and needy, he feels the repeated clench, and he sucks on your clit just a bit harder to heighten the pleasure of your high, still carefully working his fingers deep inside you, he moans into your heat when your hold on his hair gets a bit rougher, but he doesn’t mind he loves your raw reaction to the pleasure he gives you.

Humming at your taste, he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaked core, replacing them with his tongue so he can swallow your juices, giving you the full experience and showing you what a real man does for a woman when he really loves and appreciates her.

When your moans turned to soft whimpers, and your body shook ever so slightly, he pulled away from you but not before placing a soft few kisses on the delicious, delicate area.

Seconds later, your sounds are ones of sadness. Your moans turn into quiet sobs, and he immediately hovers over you, scanning your face with worry. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks, worried as he calmly strokes your cheek, and he looks like he’s seconds away from crying, too.

You cry even harder than before because he was worried over something he didn’t even do. You were so overwhelmed by pleasure, but you could still feel the pain in the deepest part of you because your own boyfriend never treated you half as good as heeseung did.

“Y/n? I can g-go if you want me to,” he starts getting ready to get off the bed, feeling his heart drop at the thought of leaving you like this, but if he made you uncomfortable in any way, he didn’t want to stay.

“No,” you quickly grab his biceps, holding him in place.

“Please tell me what’s wrong.” he strokes your tears away with his thumb, only for new ones to quickly replace them as tears well in his own eyes. He hated seeing you cry. He saw it every night for the past month, and it hurt him just a little bit more every time.

“I promise it’s not you.” you rubbed his biceps softly, calming his nerves a little. “It’s just I’m not used to this,” you say, referring to how he was treating you. “My ex neve-“

“Shh,” he shushes you and shakes his head back and forth softly. He wasn’t gonna let you go another night crying over some fucking asshole that didn’t deserve you or your tears. “Forget about him and focus on me.” he stares into your eyes, hoping you can see the anger towards your ex, the sadness for you, but most importantly, the care that they held for you. “I’ll make you forget, I promise.” he kissed your forehead softly. “Take all your tears away.” he kissed your temple and finally kissed your lips as he whispered. “Let me show you what it’s like to be loved. Let me repair you, and you can repair me.” A single tear falls from his eyes, and you quickly wipe it away to press your lips against his.

“Repair me.” that’s all he needed to hear before leaning up to take his underwear off, bearing everything to you like you did with him, being vulnerable with you just like you were with him.

“Thank you,” he whispers on your lips as his hands roam your sides, your hips, your chest, your legs. He was touching you all over, replacing every last inch of your skin with his handprint and his marks of love, as do you, with him, your dainty fingers strumming his chest, back, and thighs, pulling him closer to your body with want, need, and desire.

His bulge brushes against your core over and over again. As he circles his hips, your face grows hot, and a thin layer of sweat forms between you two, sticking you both together as breathless moans are exchanged between one another.

Your hand shimmed down below his waistline at the same time as his. You both chuckled softly, and his heart felt so full hearing you genuinely laugh.

“Ready?” He exhaled a long breath, touching his forehead with yours. A low hum of approval was all he needed to slowly ease his way inside, guiding his tip past your prepped walls and finally indulging in the blissful feeling that you’ve both been waiting for.

His mouth parts open in a gasp-like moan, as does yours. Both of you are too overwhelmed to speak. All that comes out are quick little breaths and pleasurable gasps.

Your face twists in pleasure, and your hands cling to his waist as he cards his fingers through your hair and cups your cheek. “Y/n,” he moans deeply, and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.

He makes more than a hundred different facial expressions. Just with the slightest thrust, he can feel every single nerve ending, and it makes him feel so drunk off you.

“Heeseung,” you breathe into his mouth, heart racing in your chest from the fullness you felt as he bottomed out, reaching the deepest part of you, overtaking that empty feeling and replacing it with absolute pleasure.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you grip him for support because you feel like you’re slipping when he gets lost in your silky walls.

With every thrust, he watches your face, and as he speeds up, he can’t help but grow flustered at the sounds your conjoined bodies make, and you’re not much better off the both of you shyly hiding in the crooks of each other’s necks.

“You’re so perfect.” he barely gets the words out before he’s whimpering in your ear.

The words he says make it feel as if time has stopped, and in that moment, it’s just you and him alone in the safeness of your bedroom with nothing but the feeling of hurt, passion, and longing for something more.

Every stroke brings you closer and makes you forget. And every tight squeeze rids his mind of nothing but you and this moment.

You’re both getting close, and his hand goes down to your clit, massaging it in perfect circles while both of you moan continuously at the feeling of each other.

Safe, connectedness and love are what you both felt before tipping over that beautiful edge of pleasure and allowing yourselves to get lost in the sea of blissfulness.

You both hold tightly onto one another, making each other your safe place where you can let everything go.

Heads still clouded and full with contentment, heeseung attaches his lips to yours in a soft, delicate kiss, and when he pulls away from you to look into your soft eyes, he feels all the shattered parts of his broken heart piecing back together, and he blinds you with a beautiful bright beaming smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you both stroke each other's face adoringly. “For repairing me.”

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[chesie-blog2]

TGG analysis Part 1

Hi, this is part one of my analysis of the great game. In this post i’ll be highlighting moments which display Sherlock’s growing fascination with Moriarty and Moriarty’s undeniable obsession with Sherlock. I aim to (at some point) explain their dynamic beyond the romantic undertones already present in a lot of their lines. This is only an intro into my big theory - the analysis of pool scene.

*low k might be my fav ep

Sherlock’s obsession with Moriarty

Moriarty’s obsession with Sherlock

these may or may not be just shameless (intellectual) flirting

Here is what i wrote down while watching, might be a little sparse, but the important bits are all there. Also disclaimer: my formatting skills suck and i’ll be editing the post a lot post posting (now that’s a trippy sentence), because i can’t sleep at night knowing i don’t make any sense 💀

p.s. - every quote that's numbered is also provided at the end of the post (Moriarty's words said by the victims), they’re important as i think it’s Moriarty’s way of avoiding vulnerability.

There’s an explosion at Baker street. Sherlock is unharmed but gets a package. A pink phone replica. 5 pips = 5 bombs = five tests. On said phone a picture of 221C that Moriarty knew Sherlock’s seen before. in there Carl Powers’ shoes.

Sherlock gets a call (1): “Hello, sexy. I’ve sent you a little puzzle just to say hi.” Sherlock: “the curtain rises. i’ve been expecting this for some time”. He’s excited, and he’s been waiting for Moriarty to act ever since A Study In Pink. 

In the lab, right before Jim comes in. “Why is Mycroft trying to bore me, when someone else is being so delightfully interesting” ((ok not to be biased but that is literally sherlockese for “i have a crush on a boy 🤭” ))

Jim walks in, Sherlock looks at him(reads him in a fraction of a second). Jim looks Sherlock up and down. No but literally how did no one notice his weird fan behaviour around Sherlock?? Molly was invisible to him and he was speaking to John while staring at Sherlock.

(Also can i just mention how Sherlock says “tinted eyelashes” when proving why he thinks Jim is gay and the picture is of his eyebrows) 

Carl Powers, “it’s where i began” Sherlock’s first case - Moriarty’s first crime it's pink this time cuz this is so gay at the age of 14 (20 years ago). Tbh we don’t know if it’s Moriarty’s first crime but i just find it romantic to think so. Of course he could’ve committed that one just to get Sherlock’s attention OR his obsession with Sherlock started after that, because maybe Sherlock's involvement in that case led him to believe that they were “meant to be” rivals. Perfect opposites (i mean they’re like 80% similar but sure dude). Basically he felt personally seen by someone who had the incentive to dig deeper, beyond the standard practices of police work, someone who believes that there is more to see.

Sherlock solves the case, blogs about his findings, communicating with moriarty and making him stop the clock 3:“well done you, come and get me”. When alone Sherlock says to himself: “Elegant”.  “No, i can’t be the only person in the world that gets bored.” As one wise person has said: any emotion that is experienced by a character in private is real. (SHOUTOUT TO @asherlockstudy) This of course applies to truths as well, and here Sherlock is being as honest as possible. This line proves how much Sherlock truly needs Moriarty, someone who understands that inexplicable pain of being bored. Just by knowing that someone like that exists, Sherlock feels understood, freed from the loneliness of being estranged, from the discomfort of being a “freak”. This game is the highest form of entertainment, something that allows him to be himself and to be valued for it. But more on that in the pool scene.

Another puzzle, 8 hours. (5): “We were made for eachother Sherlock”*Sherlock smiles* and softly says “Then talk to me in your own voice”bro is cheezing after the call bro…

“Our friendly bomber. I am on fire!”(he’s having fun ☺️) 

(6):“you can come and fetch me” Sherlock is smiling like crazy again.

John: “It’s all meant for you”. Sherlock: “Yes, i know 😏” !!!!! (video 1 below for the face expressions) (btw I was literally just filming my laptop so sorry for the shit quality, I just want to have proof for my yapp :DD)

Like how special one must feel to have someone be willing to kill tens or even hundreds of people just to entertain you? It’s not even about the lives to be honest, just the fact that someone is creating these personalised little puzzles. Like, isn’t that hot? This is also one of the MANY moments when John expresses his disapproval for Sherlock’s involvement in this game, mostly the giddiness about it. This will be important later on (i’m edging y’all so hard with this hinting :Ddd but i’m writing this after everything else so oops).

Sherlock is kinda defends(?) Moriarty, when Lestrade asks why is the bomber doing this. Sherlock answers *shrug* “good samaritan”, Greg is all like ‘he’s a bomber, hello?’ Sherlock: “bad samaritan 🤟😗” (Idk what's with the emojis but I just wanted to show how relaxed and goofy he was about it all). Basically, Sherlock interprets Moriarty’s “game” as a personal service, despite it being morally questionable.(ok but bro can’t stay serious, like he’s smiling all the time “[we’re dealing with] something new 😁” )

Ok now that i’m going over everything for the millionth time i noticed that this moment here was one of the worst attempts of hiding his “intellectual crush”. Sherlock isn’t big for conventional morality, and i’ll touch on that later, but this was so unserious it almost seemed like he became more comfortable in himself. He began to see that saying out of pocket or perhaps cynical stuff like that is fine, however much of a crime against “preserving the social peace of normies” it seems to be. I made that shit up, hopefully y���all get what this means :D Having someone like Moriarty allowed him to question his own role in society and how he, despite often being against succumbing to what's normal(and boring), conforms to it, to society, which further strengthens his feelings of estrangement. We're getting kafkaesque in here, boys! (sorry)

“Novel” Sherlock realised Moriarty is a consultant criminal(he organises crimes but no one has direct contact to him). When John asks (again) why Moriarty’s doing this, Sherlock can’t help but smile. “i think he wants to be distracted” *says in a breathy tone(intrigued/touched)* (WAIT I didn't know I could only put 1 video omg I literally feel 80 years old, how does Tumblr work!? *crying*) So Sherlock was staring into space, his face lit up upon realizing that him and Jim are the same, that they experience the same things and blah blah blah he looks horny in this scene I legit don't know what to even say bruh. (I'm mad that I couldn't put the video in lmaoo)

No but fr John noticed Sherlock has an intellectual crush on Moriarty and was annoyed at how entertained (and fulfilled) Sherlock was by this morally grey game.

The golem was hired to kill the astronomer guy and his friend professor because they would’ve been able to expose that the painting was a fake based on the stars. Sherlock figures it all out: “Oh that is brilliant, that is gorgeous. this is beautiful. Love this!”. The gallery woman admits to the fraud. Sherlock learns that this is in fact Moriarty behind this. *smiles*. 

our baby boy solved everything and now is curled up, watching shit telly :( 

Sherlock was waiting for John to leave to write to (more like at) Moriarty *smiles*. He lied to John about having given the missile plans to Mycroft. Sherlock actively wants to keep John out of this, because of his disapproval, John finds Sherlock’s fascination with Moriarty repulsive. 

So to summarize the absolute randomness I spew out in this thing: the connection between Sherlock and Moriarty is quite vague, but ultimately based on their eccentricity(and in this case it doesn't really matter if(more like "how") it's romantic). I'll talk about it all in the big post I PROMISE, this is just the intro so you can follow my impossible thought process. Another important thing: John as the symbol of conventionality and morality. That's it, I'll post again in like a month because the feeling of responsibility paralyzes me LMAO. ok bye ;)

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Moriarty’s words said by the victims:

“hello, sexy. i’ve sent you a little puzzle just to say hi.”

“12 hours to solve the puzzle, sherlock, or i’m going to be so naughty”

“well done you, come and get me.”

“clever you, guessing about carl powers. i never liked him. carl laughed at me, so i stopped him laughing. This is about you and me.”

“the clue is in the name “janus cars”[s:why’d you be giving me a clue] why does anyone do anything? because i’m bored. we were made for eachother sherlock”

“you can come and fetch me” 

“i like to watch you dance” 

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? joining the dots.”

“nice touch this, the pool, where little carl died. i stopped him. i can stop john watson too, stop his heart”

[coralbae]

Hi, luv! I’ve gotten a few asks about our work being very similar and I wanted to let you know about it.

They say you copied my tattoo SMAU, but I know that is not true. As I addressed in my post, concepts exist for a reason. Yours wasn’t even close to mine! I’ve seen this as a trend lately tbh. People forget that we are humans and can have similar ideas without copying each other 💔

Sorry if this is weird. I wanted to let you know that these rumors are being spread so you may address them as well or just be aware of them. Love your works! <3

Okay guys who is trying to get me done for plagiarism 🫨🩴

First of all, what I'm about to say has NOTHING to do with Bitty, she has been nothing but kind and open minded about this whole situation so you'd better not hold anything against her for reaching out to me to let me know what is going on, but I just had a few things I wanted to say.

Tattoo's aren't a niche topic, I've seen a handful of tattoo SMAUs since I started reading. If it were something way more niche, and the dialogue near identical, then I would understand why readers would be concerned. I did have a look at the SMAU and the prompt is not even the same 😭 so I do think you were reaching a bit.

The smau was also a request, and I have previously done another tattoo smau so its not like I just discovered what tattoos were right after Bitty posted. I do delete asks containing requests, so maybe thats where the confusion came from? But once again, I genuinely do not think that they were similar enough to warrant suspicion.

I do believe anon also insinuated that this isn't the first time I've 'copied' Bitty, and I have no idea what anon is referring to but you can easily just come to me and ask about it and I would address it, there's no need for vigilantism here, it's really not that serious. And if i blow up, it's because it feels more like an attack than open dialogue, but you'd be on anon once again so I won't even know who to direct it at 😝

Lately I have seen a lot of policing, complaining and allegations against other creators and I am actually so sick of it bc some of it is so silly and it seems that some great creators are being discouraged because of this. Out of fear of being cancelled, I will not elaborate on this but just know sometimes it flabbers my gasters.

There are times I have little lightbulb moments but then I see another writer post something within that scope so then I just give up on it because I don't want to get body searched by the tumblr police, I'm sure other writers have had similar experiences.

If you’re coming from a place of genuine concern: thank you for looking out for creators that you like, but you really need to be careful with your wording in future instances.

If you’re a 16 year old looking to start drama: go do your homework bae <3

May we all use context clues, some critical thinking, our words and good intentions better 🙏🏻

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading all of this, it was just a coinkidink that got a bit too much attention. I try to be as nice as possible to everyone one here because we just wanna be delusional and have some fun reading, so if you have nothing to do with this hopefully my crashout was entertaining. I hope you understand where I am coming from and why i feel the need to defend myself 😤���

If you think I am overreacting, I probably am bc i have a short fuse but its your 🫵🏼 fault, just remember you're on anon so I have no clue what your intentions are and the fact that you didn't want this to circle back to me makes it seem more strange (if that was not your goal, just know that this it how it came across to me, we don't need to sneak diss like drake bc we all just want to have some fun at the end of the day) xoxoxo 🫶🏼

ps. hopefully this was a valid crashout, also i am not posting tonight or tomorrow because i spent too long crashing out over this to have spare time 💀

[jamal127]

Seeing you in a desi outfit for the first time

♡ Kamo Choso version ♡

Authors note: Sry I haven't uploaded in a while :( My grandfather died not too long ago and on top of that, i've had no motivation and energy in Ramadan😭🫠

Choso would be a flustered and blushing MESS. He is also the kind of man who would love how the sari would squeeze your love handles and belly fat. He’s like a Victorian child seeing ankles for the first time (as if he hasn’t seen you butt booty naked💀)

You were getting ready for a wedding you had been invited to. You didn’t go to weddings that often, and therefore it had been quite some years since you last wore a saree—resulting in you having to borrow one from your friend which was more petite.. 

Choso had seen the magenta outfit on the bed and the yellow-gold jewelry on the table right by. He had never seen an outfit like this and nonetheless on you. This sparked curiosity on how you would look in this outfit that already looked beautiful by itself. You entered your shared room, finding Choso and smiling at him.

“I’ve never seen you in…uh, an outfit like this before,” he said as he pointed towards the saree.

“Yeah, I don’t really like wearing a saree”

“Why not?”

“I’ll get ready and show you”

He walked out of your shared bedroom confused. 20 minutes later you entered the living room where Choso sat and waited patiently. His gaze shifted from his phone towards you when he heard you come down the stairs.

“Ugh, I hate how it squeezes my hip dips. My belly too but at least that’s covered.”

You continued ranting about how you didn't like how you looked in the saree, but Choso hadn’t moved his gaze from you the moment you walked into the living room in that stunning outfit. 

Your face shifted toward where he was sitting, and you waved your hand in front of his face to get him out of his head. “You okay?”

“Uh…Yeah!” His ears were visibly red. “But I just don’t understand why you don’t like the way you look in a saree. I can confidently say that I’ve never seen you look more beautiful. Although you look beautiful every day!”

He walked to you and softly placed his hands on your hips. “And I especially love how the saree shows off your love handles. It also makes it easier for me to grab them,” he smiled excitedly.

What did you do to deserve this man. You kissed his lips, leaving a stain from your lipstick. “Thanks Choso. Maybe I’ll wear a saree more often if you like it that much?”

“Oh my days yes!” He hugged you tightly but quickly realized you had just gotten ready and didn't want to mess up your outfit. “Oh sorry, did I ruin your makeup?”

“I couldn't care less,” you said as you looked up at him with eyes full of love. He smiled at you, the corners of his lips reaching his eyes.

©jamal127 ✧ all rights served. || 2025  (≖ᴗ≖✿)

For the lovely @izumkay <3

[aventurineswife]

hii i don't know if a similar idea had been suggested but can you write an aveader (haha aven x reader get it!!!(💀 cringing myself this is why i'm anon)) fic based on this? https://x.com/starie_mmm/status/1859981429553406248?s=46 he thinks his money and gifts can solve every relationship problem 😔 i don't mind if it has a good or bad ending, thank you :3

“And you don't seem to understand”

Summary: Aventurine believes his wealth and gifts can solve every relationship problem, but you challenge him to let down his walls and show his true self. Through vulnerable conversations and heartfelt moments, he begins to realize that love is not a transaction but a gamble worth taking.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerability, Relationship Challenges, Slow Burn, Emotional Growth, Wealth and Emotional Disconnect.

Warnings: Emotional conflict, Discussions of unhealthy relationship dynamics, Mentions of emotional vulnerability and avoidance.

A/N: I get it... 😭

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on the luxurious room you stood in. Aventurine was leaning against the sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand, his posture poised and confident as usual. His eyes were focused on you, though there was a flicker of something unreadable behind that charming smile. You’d seen it before—the way he used his allure to conceal everything beneath the surface.

You folded your arms across your chest, trying to keep your frustration in check. "Aventurine, you can’t just buy your way out of everything." you said, your voice softer than you'd intended but filled with growing unease.

He chuckled, the sound smooth and easy, like the way he always seemed to handle life—effortlessly. “Darling, you’re overthinking it,” he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “A little gift, a bit of luxury... surely that’ll smooth things over.”

You looked down at the velvet box he'd placed on the table between you. Inside was an intricate diamond necklace, the kind only someone with his wealth and status could afford. He’d given you gifts like this before—expensive, dazzling, and yet... hollow.

“I don’t want a necklace, Aventurine. I want you. Not your money or your gifts, but the real you. The one behind all the masks.” Your voice wavered, but you stood your ground. “You think you can just buy my affection, my forgiveness? You think that’s all it takes?”

His expression faltered for a moment. Just a moment. Then, the walls went up, and he smirked, a hint of that smug arrogance returning. “What else is there? I’ve given you everything you could ever want. Power, status, wealth. What’s so wrong with that?”

You shook your head, your heart sinking. He just didn’t get it. Maybe he couldn’t.

“Money doesn’t fix the things that matter. It doesn’t fix the way you pull away every time something real comes up. It doesn’t fix the way you think every problem can be solved by throwing money at it.”

There was silence between you two for a long beat. Aventurine’s gaze dropped to the necklace, then back to you. He sighed, exhaling slowly as if the weight of your words were just another challenge in his endless game of life.

"You think I don't care?" he asked, his voice quieter now, laced with something almost... vulnerable. "That this is how I show affection? You're wrong. You mean more to me than any of this." He gestured around the room, a sweeping motion toward the extravagance that seemed so alien to what you were asking for.

You shook your head, your eyes softening despite the frustration still bubbling inside you. "Aventurine, I’m not asking for grand gestures. I just want to know that you’re here for me—without all the walls. Without the games."

He took a step toward you, his usual cocky smile replaced with a rare seriousness, though his eyes were filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know how to be... without the games. Without the strategy. This is how I’ve always been.”

You reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, but you didn’t pull away. “Then maybe we need to stop playing games. Together. We’re on the same side, Aventurine. But you’ve got to stop thinking that everything is a bet.”

There was a long silence. Aventurine’s gaze softened, his walls breaking down just enough for you to see the vulnerability hidden deep inside. He wasn’t as untouchable as he wanted the world to believe.

After a moment, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—" He trailed off, his usual self-assuredness nowhere to be found. "I didn’t know any other way to show I care."

Your heart clenched. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you two. "Aventurine, the way you care for me is enough. You don’t need to buy my love, you just need to be here when it counts."

He swallowed hard, and for the first time in a long while, he looked... uncertain. But that was okay. Maybe that was the first step.

“I’ll try...” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

You smiled gently, reaching up to touch his cheek, a small act of tenderness that spoke volumes. "That's all I ask."

Days turned into weeks, and Aventurine, ever the strategist, slowly began to open up. The gifts still came, yes, but now there were softer moments—shared laughter over something as simple as a mooncake cat, his eyes soft as he looked at you, no longer behind the veneer of charm and wealth.

He tried, and it was enough. You both learned that love wasn’t something that could be gambled away or bought, but something built through trust, care, and real connection.

Perhaps, after all, this gamble was one worth taking.

Thought of going with a sad ending but realized I make you guys suffer a lot already hehe so have a break🤭🫶💖

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

as someone who's an azul kinnie im curious why you placed azul on the slightly dislike list considering you like scheming characters

[My TWST character tier list is here.]

I think the easiest way to explain it is that I came in with the wrong expectations of him? I thought Azul would be similar to what Jade’s character actually was, so Jade ended up upstaging him in that regard. Essentially, not all scheming characters are equivalent; Azul has other traits which weigh him down for me.

I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ll reiterate it here because I feel it is very relevant for Azul. I… tend to not like “main” guys because of of how much they appear everywhere (including merch and marketing); it makes me feel like I’m being “pushed” to like them specifically rather than being allowed to think for myself about who I like. This is the case for dorm leaders, which includes Azul. Additionally, “main” guys tend to get more of a story focus (also true of the dorm leaders), and that in of itself can be a double edged sword. It means more information + backstory about that character, and while that’s great for lore and fleshing them out, it also means potentially polarizing the fans who were content with their perception of the character prior to the reveal. Once that change happens, it completely shifts how you see the character and then you can’t go back to how you felt before. This was a painful factor in what I call the “stock market crash” of my opinion of Azul Ashengrotto.

I actually quite liked him at first. I took his hand at the start when I first started playing TWST back in 2020 ^^! I even *gasp* simped a little??? (weird AU where Azul was my oshi instead of J word…) He was every bit an intelligent and calculating deal maker as I suspected he would be—well, at least that’s what the few vignettes available at the time and book 2 implied. Back then, only books 1 and 2 were available in full and book 3 was slooowly being updated in chunks. And really, I was liking book 3 a lot (he was still being a silly little scumbag, lol) and took no issue with it… UNTIL THE LAST PART DROPPED 💀 AND WE GOT HIS BACKSTORY…

Now 💦 I’m aware that the OB boys’ backstories usually garner sympathy and enhance the preexisting love we have for those characters but… Azul’s backstory actually had a very strong opposite effect on me. It was the moment I realized, “Hey, maybe I don’t like you as much as I thought I did.” I’d describe the feeling like having a pleasant dream and then you’re suddenly violently awoken by a loud alarm clock, a screeching parrot, and Sebek shouting in your ears at once.

I want to be clear when I say I do not mean to demean or to diminish Azul’s experiences of being bullied. I also do not mean to shame Azul for being (rightfully) upset about his circumstances or for being emotional. When I say that I started disliking Azul because of this backstory, it’s for a very personal reason: I just don’t like stories where a victim of bullying becomes a bully, thus perpetuating the cycle. It’s sad to see someone go down that path, spreading more hate because of the hate they had received before… and I’ll never believe that revenge is a good response for an injustice 😔 Azul’s case is a little different, as he does eventually go on to recognize how far he has strayed from the benevolent ideals of the Sea Witch and is now actively trying to work on himself (which I appreciate and applaud him for). However, it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth that I can’t quite scrub away. I think it’s because I found myself relating to kid!Azul in some ways, so that personal connection amplified the disappointment I felt in the decisions he made. It feels like looking into an alternate reality where I, too, went down a dark path—and that thought is unpleasant, to say the very least. Now I view Azul more like a cautionary tale and keep a safe distance from him.

[themthrfkinprincess]

Astro observation . . . TWO!!

Whenever I see someone has a prominent Scorpio or Capricorn placement I always notice and see how sweet and overlay considerate they are. These people I’ve noticed are very helpful and there for people, sometimes they don’t think about themselves that much and contain themselves too much. They also are like nonchalantly funny? It’s not hard for them to make me laugh I’ve noticed.

But yeah strong Capricorn and Scorpio placements remind me of the giving tree idkkk

Like also Capricorn’s and Cancers be goofy as shit im crine😭

WHEW. This is from my experience but when I have seen a fair amount of Virgo or Cancer influences in somebody chart THEY ALWAYS GET ON MY NERVES LIKE GIRL DON'T DO ME LEAVE ME ALONE😭 I swear I have always had little moments with them- they can be quite annoying but guess what. I often spend so much time with them and we are right back on track maybe two seconds later it’s so funny. We switch up so much it funny. And this is funny because well I am a cancer myself and well there are more than three cancers in my family who I adore. You guys are really aggravating though.

And like also Geminis freaky foreal like YALL LIKE BOOTY FOREAL😭

also its a double whammy if you have eros or venus in gemin lol. I have both 😈👅

so come here . . . .

GIVE ME THAT BOOTY😈

lol😭

AND YOOOO Like geminis and Leo’s can be so embarrassing at times? They’re very suspect to be very lollygagging individuals and I can say this because I have a Leo stellium. Sometimes I look back and be like girl no. It sad. ☹️ like girl you 36 how long you gon be doing this😕.

They remind me of this liam dancing gif. Its not that they are embarrassing over big things- its just small stuff they can do and say which makes you go wtf???😭 Sometimes i feel they try to impress you over small weird things that no one really gives a fuck about like okay right . . . right . . .

Leo, Cancer, Gemini, and Virgo can be really corny at times- it reminds of that gif of drake doing the dougie. They can be corny in a cute way though😭but leos can get genuinely embarrassing as a mentioned beforehand

Also Geminis talk too much 🦧.

They will run their mouth and run it- i have no problem with it though I like to talk a lot lol. They are ( of course!) good listeners too! I had a friend she was so chill- I could talk to her about anything’s like- if i wanted to speak gibberish she would speak gibberish back to me. She was so random too. They are kind of silly whimsical beings at times I will not lie. Like it would not be wild to catch them froliciing in the fields randomly- its kind of expected of them in my own opinion. In my eyes they really be in their own world at times. 💀

AYE.

And yo!? Tell me why Aries are so cute what the hell!?!?

LIKE THEY ARE SO CUTE!!

CYUTSIE PATOOTSIES!!!! I imagine them trying to rob me at a gas station I own or something. Like I don’t know imagine them pointing a gun at you and trying to rob you LMFAO. I WILL BURST OUT LAUGHING. They might shoot you tho idk😞 they really be standing on business and they intimidate me a lot once they start talking- and they could be totally be happy/polite while they are talking. It’s just their aura feels forceful? Lively? Out there? I don’t know how to explain it but yeah. Also they are so sweet too!!! These people are cheerleaders- people say that Leo’s are cheerleaders but the biggest cheerleaders I see are more often Aries. My cousin is one and she is very VERY sweet. She listens to you deeply and she really pushes you. Sometimes it’s annoying at times cause like GIRL LEAVE ME ALONE I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT 😭 I love aries though 💖😭 You guys are so cute. AND WHY THEY ALWAYS LOOK LIKE CARTOON CHARACTERS 😭

LIKE WHY HE LOOK LIKE RODDY😭

And of course we know Pedro looks like chicken little

Also Aries women are GORG!! No seriously! Look at Halle!!! Miss Mamas is GORG!! She is STUNNING! It’s like 💥WAPOW!!!💥 getting struck and hit by her beauty😍💖

Also David tennant so cute he's sort of like kind of my man😍😍 if you have a crush on him your so real I totally get it fren 😋💗🤭😁

Like dude come on he's so freaking cute. His eyes are so intense it makes him look like a crackhead sometimes but it doesn't even matter HE'S SO CUTE. And his Scottish accent is so 🫦🫦🫦 I don't know what he be saying sometimes though in his TV shows like huh🗿

Cancer Mars are literally the Scarlet Witch idk dude. . . . like people can go completely BONKERS. These hoes kind of crazy. If you been wronging one for quite a while you better sleep with one eye open when you sleeping👀

Like these people are kind of punks☹️. They retreat often when something is wrong- too much actually. They really do not want to fight or have any problems foreal. They can be very indirect at times when bothered it can get annoying. But when enough is enough its over💀 its like one fart and your dead💀

Like that Aries and Cancer energy is not mixing well and shit can get REAL unstable there like don't do them patna!!

Uhm i totally had a million more things to say and I really did not get to re-read this. So there may be many typos- and also im kind of lazy and wish i decorated this post better. But that's besides the point- I hope you liked this post or whatever!!! I was totally honestly rambing to myself, if you found these accurate to you then great!

Peace out!!!💖💗

[hayatheauthor]

Do you have any advice on writing about setting or environments. I’m writing a scene for my book but I have no idea how to start it. It starts with a man walking through a cityscape ( think like cyber punk and futuristic but also like cassette punk). That’s what I’m kinda aiming for. Used to be very good at this but I guess I’ve just gotten rusty 💀

Hi! So what I usually do is think of why the environment is important to be mentioned in the scene. If your scene is a more 'active' scene then dont start by environmental description, rather you could start with inner dialogue/monologue that ties to it.

It's like 7 in the morning so excuse the poor writing but here's an example:

A had become a laughing stock. [sentences that emphasis how/why]. Even the city seemed to mock him for his stupidity; the screech of the electric train sounding too similar to fanatic cackling for his liking.

(Obviously yknow be more detailed than the above sentences). Then a sentence that connects it to your actual scene, continuing the above example it could be like:

Or maybe that was just B. She had been silently trailing after him ever since their narrow escape from the warehouse, but the slight curve of her lips spoke volumes. They stretched wider as he stumbled over a stray pebble; too lost in thought to notice it. [she says something].

But if your scene is more like he's walking through it with the intent of getting somewhere usually only mention what's either relevant to the plot (foreshadowing wise) or to a character. Or something like 'he's so late but this swarm of robot technicians talking loudly about xyz are walking really slowly in front of him'. Something that 1. makes his emotions/situation clear while 2. still being 'in the moment'.

You could also start with an active scene (like him talking to someone) then use that as an excuse for scene-building. An easy way to do it is use something he sees/hears/smells and connect it to a character or scene.

Like for example A is walking through [lane], gets to his destination, then maybe he notices B has a red flower in her hair just like the ones the street hawker was selling at [lane]. You could also use this for character development without info-dumping, something like 'of course someone like B would buy from the poor man who A spared but a glance to'.

I've rambled quite a bit, but I hope this helped! If you want I'd be happy to review an actual snippet and give feedback (honestly I've been meaning to get back into beta reading since a while).