#I’m so sorry for sharing this (already shared at one point) compliment to myself

[itspileofgoodthings]

when my mom said of me “you will generally find her pointing to beauty with eyes of love”

[brookstonebf]

ninja + first date headcanons (& drabble) !!

notes: tried my best to keep them all at equal length.. i took breaks after like every 2 so i didn’t burn myself out

warnings: not proofread. i try to explain roller skating in nya's and fail at it because I'm too lazy to research. on the other hand, I nerd out really hard in zane's, also reader is ever so slightly implied to be short than zane in his but its like two words

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lloyd - a walk in the park

i definitely feel like he'd keep it easy + simple, he doesn't want to come off too strong and scare you away.

after freaking out about it for hours, he finally comes to the idea of just taking you on a walk through the park right smack dab in Ninjago

it was the peak of spring, so all the plants and flowers were beautifully vibrant

poor boy was SO nervous

would defo be the type to pick a flower and tuck it behind your ear

“This place is beautiful this time of year.” You said, marveling at the plants surrounding you both as you sat on a park bench. Turning your head to look at Lloyd, only to find him already staring. “Lloyd…?”

“It really is…” He said, his voice dreamy like he was in a far-off state. “I- I mean!” Lloyd cleared his throat, looking away as he felt his face grow warmer, blush creeping up the sides of his neck. “Sorry, I meant that you’re- you’re also really… beautiful.”

Lloyd kept his gaze fixed on the ground, worried he’d messed everything up, but instead of rejecting his compliments, he was met with small giggles. He raised his head, looking over at your smiling face, a sight he’d remember for years to come.

“You don’t have to be nervous, Lloyd. I promise I like you just as much as you like me.” You said, taking his hand in yours. “And thank you… for… saying that.” A small chuckle came from your lips, a shared blush gracing your features.

“Yeah, it’s… no problem.” He smiled, looking away before his eyes settled on something, an idea popping in his head. Leaning over the side of the bench, his hand slipping from yours, he plucked a freshly blossomed daisy from its stem, facing back towards you.

You held your breath as he grabbed the side of your face, using his other hand to tuck the flower behind your ear. “There.” He smiled, leaning back as he admired his handiwork. “Somehow you just got even more beautiful.” Lloyd sighed as he took your hand once more, leaving a chaste kiss against your knuckles.

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kai - an amusement park/fair

kai either wants someone who can keep up with his antics or keep him grounded (or both)

he’d take you on all the thrill rides, just to prove he’s “not a coward”

at some point he’ll end up getting sick from one of the rides (you told him not to eat so much cotton candy)

when the sun starts setting, you both go on the ferris wheel, sat side by side, watching the sun disappear into the ocean

“Holy shit!” You subconsciously grab at Kai’s arm, finally looking down and noticing just how high up you both are, granted you were riding the ferris wheel. Little did you know, this was Kai’s plan all along. He’d wanted to impress you all night, and what better way than to prove he’s definitely not at all terrified of heights?

“Oh, yeah?” He smirks, though the small tremble of his body doesn’t go unnoticed. “I’m like… way higher up than this on the daily.” Kai fails to mention that he’s usually in a mech, or some sort of vehicle. Now, he’s just left to his own devices if he were to fall…

The ferris wheel stops abruptly with a lurch, causing you both to let out small yelps. Looking at each other, you share a laugh when you realize you’re both being dramatic. You let go of his arm, hesitantly leaning back in the rickety metal seat. “Jesus, we’re high up…” The sun was now setting, casting a beautiful orange glow along the horizon.

“And it seems like we’re at the top, if I’m not mistaken.” Kai smirks, leaning his head over the seat before immediately bringing it back, a look of regret dawning his face for a moment. He mumbles something about that being a “stupid idea”, before turning his attention back to you.

“You know… there’s this thing people usually do at the top of ferris wheels.” He raises his brow, looking at you with a grin.

“And what’s that?” You reply, playing into his antics as you both subconsciously lean towards the other like magnets.

Your lips meet halfway, just a small peck before you part once more. No words were said, no words were needed as you smiled, readjusting your body so you sat forward and leaned your head against Kai’s shoulder, his arm wrapped safely around you.

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nya - rollerskating

now just hear me out…

something just speaks to me when it comes to nya and rollerskating, like my heart is telling me she loves it

her going rollerskating with someone (you), sharing that experience is just a testament to how much she likes that person (you again)

and let’s say, hypothetically, this is your first time rollerskating

a lot of the night is spent with you leaning against nya for support, her cheering you on when you’re finally able to skate on your own

The side of the roller skating ring shook under you, your trembling hands the only thing keeping you from falling flat on your face. To your left is Nya, cheering you on as you try to skate on your own. "C'mon! You can do it!" She exclaims, smiling.

You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes as you lift your hands off the rail. You stay still for a moment, your feet rolling back and forth ever so slightly. Hesitantly, you open your eyes, Nya now in front of you. Pushing one foot forward, trying to keep your balance, successfully getting a few steps in.

"You're doing it!" Nya laughs, but right after she says that, the propulsion of your roller skates becomes too much, your feet moving much faster than you can handle, and you topple right on top of Nya. Thankfully, her strength keeps you both from falling as she holds onto your arms, you grabbing onto her shoulders.

"I don't know how you do it." You laugh, leaning your head on her shoulder for a moment as you compose yourself.

"I've been doing this for years," Nya responds, laughing alongside you. "This is literally your first time; you're not gonna be perfect. Here, try one more time." She slowly lets go of your arms, allowing you to take the reins once more. Taking one final breath, you do the same thing you did before. Push off and try to keep your balance.

You don't even realize you're doing it until Nya's behind you, jumping up and down in her skates, cheering. "Yes! You did it!" She skates up to you quickly, engulfing you in a hug as she grabs the side of your face, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

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cole - bakery date

when he’s not on ninja duty, food is on the forefront of his mind (as well as you now), so of course the perfect idea to him would be taking you to his favorite bakery

it’s a small, family-owned one, so he probably knows the owners personally, allowing you two to get the best, freshly baked pastries

he definitely gets at least double your portion, making you question just how he’s able to keep his ninja physique with all he’s scarfing down.

probably does something cheesy like kiss wipe frosting off your cheek

You’re sat across from Cole, tucked away in a booth far off in the corner of the small bakery. It wasn’t too busy, just enough for the bustle of people around you to not be a bother. Cole’s telling you another story about one of the ninja’s “heroic endeavors”, taking bites of his chocolate cake slice between each sentence. You thought it was cute, his love for sweets.

“Hey, you gonna eat that?” Cole says, interrupting his story to point at the croissant you’d long since discarded, having eaten your fill. With a smile, you told him no, handing it to him as he takes his gratefully, munching down on the bread, letting out a contented sigh. “I told you this place was amazing.”

“Clearly.” You chuckle, finding his antics childish yet endearing. “I’m just shocked you’re able to, like… eat so much without keeling over.”

He simply shrugged in response, taking one last bite of the croissant before leaning back in his seat, letting out a comical groan, and wiping off his mouth with a napkin.

"Oh, here, you missed some." You mumbled, reaching over the table, napkin in hand, as you delicately wiped away a couple of crumbs. Embarrassment radiates through your body as you realize what you've done, hastily looking away and muttering out an apology.

Cole lets out a small laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, hey, it's fine." He says, his voice nothing but kind. "In fact, I think you've got a little something yourself." As he says that, Cole leans over the table, delicately grabbing the side of your face, turning your head back towards him. He places a small, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before sitting back once more, a small smile of triumph on his face as you're left there, a stammering, blushing mess.

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zane - art gallery

i can totally see him downloading like, a bunch of articles of “top 10 best first date ideas” (toootalllyyy didnt search that when writing these)

he decided to go with an art gallery, deciding that it’d be the place with the “least likely trouble”, and the overall atmosphere

he’d most likely be attracted to someone who’s smart/an intellectual, and an art gallery is the best way to scope that out

while you’re admiring the paintings, he’d be admiring you

when you show an interest in one of the works, he’d scan it to find out all the information about it so he can tell you

With each step in the museum, your jaw dropped further at the beauty of the paintings. You were so thankful Zane brought you to the gallery; its openness eased your nerves. Zane was extremely accommodating whenever you got too sucked into a certain piece, reading the plaque and absorbing what you saw. He never showed a lick of impatience.

In fact, he would even tell you things about the piece that very few people actually know, just small anecdotes or fun facts about the artist or the art itself. You knew it probably came natural to him, what with his millions of archives, but the gesture was sweet nonetheless.

"Ah, those right there are Claude Monet's waterlilies," Zane says, bringing you to the wonderfully bright painting. It all seemed so elegant, the way the colors blended together, creating the impression of the waterlilies, which makes sense since he began the Impressionist art movement. "Unfortunately, this appears to be a replica. I believe the actual paintings are housed in a separate museum."

"That's a shame," You sigh. "They're still beautiful, though, regardless." Looking over, you notice Zane already staring at you.

"Unlike these waterlilies, you have a beauty that can't be replicated." He says it so out of the blue that it almost makes you stumble backwards. Fortunately, you prevent yourself from doing that, but not without a fervent blush spreading across your face.

"Zane!" You stutter, smiling.

"Did I say something wrong?" He replies, cocking his head.

You take a couple seconds to respond, just looking at him softly before laughing, "No, you're fine." Leaning up, you give him a small kiss on the cheek, a token of your gratitude.

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jay - movie theater

he initially wanted to go to an arcade, but eeevvverrryyyoooneee told him not to

he decides either on some cheesy rom-com movie or a horror movie (no in-between)

rom-com to really set the mood of the date, making it feel more romantic

or horror so he can be your “knight in shining armor” (though he ends up being the one cowering

he does the stupid like, yawn and put your arm over the others shoulder.

After an extremely awkward confession, you were sitting here in a movie theater with Jay. It was a movie of his choosing, yet another horror film made solely for the shock factor. Admittedly, you were shocked he would pick it; he hardly seemed the type to enjoy horror, but he said he "just wanted to show you he can be there when you need it". Okay, man...

The movie wasn't bad at all; it was just extremely obvious it wanted to get a few screams out of people, with zero regard to anything else. At one point, you felt Jay grab your hand. Looking over at him, smiling softly, he just says you "looked scared", even though the trembles of his hand were a dead giveaway of his own terror. All you do is give him a soft chuckle, squeezing his hand in return.

As the movie went past its climax, the cheesy jumpscares thankfully died down. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jay 'yawn', then slip his arm over your shoulder. You had to hold back a giggle, but the gesture didn't go unappreciated, the warmth in your face obvious to how you truly felt. You allowed him to win this time, resting your head on his shoulder. Looking up, you could just make out the goofiest grin on Jay's face.

"Hey, um..." Jay begins as you're both walking outside the theater. "Was it... okay? The date, I mean." He tried to laugh it off, but the insecurity on his face was evident.

Turning to face him, you smile sweetly, grabbing both of his hands. "Jay, it was amazing, don't worry." You laugh, your thumbs rubbing circles on his knuckles.

"Oh, good," He chuckles awkwardly. "Then, um, can I kiss you?"

You simply nod in return as he slips his hands out of yours, cupping your face as he kisses you so delicately you feel as if you could both fly away.

[babzz6]

Casual. - Vi x reader

tw: curse words, smut, mean!Vi, metions of rebounds and situationships, pick me ups, angst, no fluff, etc.

song recommended for this fic:

*Casual - Chappell Roan

Pt.2

You’re just Vi’s rebound, something to keep her stable for the time being, you were just a reminder of what she lost.

You were so much like Caitlyn, but just not her.

Attracted by the softness and gentleness in your voice and overall personality that dulled the edges of her pain making it tolerable.

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors

That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch.

I thought you thought of me better

Someone you couldn't lose

You said, "We're not together"

So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

“[Name] fuck off, I’m not in the mood.” She murmured continuously hitting the boxing bag, each hit faster and harder than the last.

“Vi please, I’m worried about you, you need help.” you said frustrated, hand reaching to grab her bicep but she pulled away quickly, looking at your eyes furious.

"You know how you could help me? You can walk your sorry fucking ass right the fuck out of my apartment, maybe stop caring about me and while you're at it forget me entirely." she said fuming, taking a step closer to you to make sure you heard every word of it.

Dumb love, I love being stupid Dream of us in a year Maybe we'd have an apartment And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

I know, "Baby, no attachment" But we're...

Fury etched deep in her before she grabbed your face in her hands and smashed her lips to yours, hands groping your body feverishly, as if you were just a drug for her. Yet you still let her touch you and kiss you as if you were lovers, tapping your thighs and taking the hint, you bounced on your heel, picking you up, her hands find comfort on your ass. Taking you to her bed, making quick work of your pants, lips inches away from yours, watching your glassy gaze and swollen lips before a broken moan leaves your mouth, head dropping and eyes closed shut as she inserted two fingers in your cunt, thumb finding your puffy clit rubbing steady, firm circles.

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out Is it casual now?

You giggled softly as Jinx rambled about a new bomb she was working on, excited that for once someone was so invested in something she was making. She mumbled quickly that she still hadn't figured how to completely activate it and you pointed to the red and blue wires suggesting that maybe they were put on the wrong place. She was hesitant at first at your suggestion, she didn't wanna accidentally blow you both up, yet you gave her a reassuring smile and a wink. "Hey if I'm wrong you can just say 'I told you so.' and continue to show off your amazing genius." Completely taken off guard her cheeks warmed lightly, not used to getting praised or even receiving a small compliment about her clever mind. She nodded faintly, turning to the bomb, interchanging the two cables, watching how the small light on the side turned blue, signalling it was on and working. You watched her face light up and eyes looking up at you in wonder.

Vi stared at you from a distance finding herself smiling, your eyes drifting to hers, locking on her face, watching the smile lines next to her mouth and the small crinkles next to her eyes. You smiled gently, turning your face back to Jinx as you continued to listen to her rant.

Two weeks and your sister shares with me in her lair in Zaun.

Is it casual now?

Tears dripped down your face, staring deep into Vi's eyes, ears ringing and mouth dry. "What..?"

"I think it's best If we don't see each other anymore muffin." she said eyes averting your red brimmed ones. "Why?" you asked but you already knew why.

I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space. I try to be the chill girl but honestly, I'm not.

"Caitlyn just got back, she needed to clear her head for awhile and so did I. The whole reason I started this was because I was so frustrated and angry with myself, I needed something, someone to distract me when the alcohol couldn't." she admitted, stare locked on the flowers on the kitchen counter. You had bought them for her when she was sick and you put them on a crystal clear vase after showing them to her. She just noticed, they were dying, the tips turning a deep brown making it's way down to the stem.

You choked on a sob and her heart broke a bit, she didn't know why, she didn't love you like that, she thought.

Nodding softly, you grabbed your keys and your totebag from the couch, "Give Jinx my stuff the next time she visits, tell her to bring it to my place."

Vi hummed, her vision settling on your features, swollen red eyes, face slightly bloated, stained with tears and red bitten lips, that she wanted oh so bad to reach out and stroke softly with her finger but she knew she had no right.

She watched as your figure opened the door, taking one last look at her before walking out.

You wonder why I'm bitter.

Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it.

I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell.

[raven-unkind]

Congratulations on the 200 🩶🩶🩶 for the prompt, I’d like to request #4 “It’s always been you.” ft. Sunghoon pls 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m looking forward to reading more of your works <333

˚₊‧⁺⋆❤︎ toi toujour ft. park sunghoon

park sunghoon x fem!reader

wc. 1k words

200 followers event: “It’s always been you.” 

content. Lil angsty for a sec but after that it's all good 😚

a/n. Hi everyone… sorry this is taking so long i couldn't bring myself to write anything for the past week 😭 anyways, sorry i yap too much i can't just start/end the story with the prompt, i love you guys too much to leave yall without proper aftercare <3

It has always been complicated between you and Sunghoon. Not lovers but not quite friends either. What you had was definitely not friendship; longing gaze across rooms, knowing the other like the back of your hand and physical contact too intimate to be simply categorized as a “friendly” touch. The both of you danced around the lines, never defining anything, to the point anyone would think you two were a couple. While the whole situation seems complicated to you and Sunghoon, it was painful to watch for everyone else. It was far too obvious that you and Sunghoon were undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with each other. 

“But why nottt??” Sunoo whines next to you. You send him a look. “I don't like him like that. Sunghoon is my best friend, that's it- I told you to drop it.” “Oh please- you guys are basically a couple already-” “No we aren't???” Sunoo opens his mouth to argue back when Sunghoon drops on the chair next to yours. “Morning darling.” You swear you feel Sunoo rolling his eyes at the pet name – Sunghoon had started calling you that last year, just before Valentine's day – and at the coffee Sunghoon bought for you. “Hi Hoon.” You take a sip of the cold drink, as he starts animatedly talking about an upcoming party hosted by Yeonjon, a friend of his. At some point his arm finds itself lazily draped around your waist, your skin – and cheeks – burning at the intimate contact. Sunoo snorts quietly at the scene, mumbling something that sounds like “These two I swear…” under his breath. 

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You are fucked. Absolutely, undeniably fucked. Because seeing Sunghoon dancing a little too close and being too handsy for comfort with a pretty girl you recognize as Autumn – who you share a writing class with – has your throat closing up and jealousy clawing at your chest. So much for being just friends. Realization dawns on you and you can't help but feel foolish, your heart twisting in your chest. It was so obvious; the need to be close, feeling safe is a weird way with him, the fuzzy feeling every time he compliments or touches you… These feelings you swore were temporary in freshman year all surfacing back from the deepest part of your heart. The overly sweet punch in your cup does nothing to soothe the bitter taste of loss and envy as you finally avert your eyes. Your chest feels too tight and suddenly the music is too loud, the room too hot and too many people are around you. You have half a mind to tell one of your friends – Jay – that you’re leaving for the night before you practically run out of the party, needing to get away from the sight of your best friend, and the man you love, so close to a beautiful, kind girl like Autumn. 

You’re halfway to your apartment before you know it, overthinking your current situation so much that you don't hear Sunghoon calling out to you until he places a hand on your shoulder, making you squeal out of fear. “Jesus fucking Christ- Sunghoon…” For the first time in 6 years you really look at him, not as your best friend but as a man and god – you can't believe you’ve been in denial this entire time. He’s panting from running to catch up with you “Are you okay?? Jay told me you left pretty fast and that you acted weird- did something happen? Did someone say something to you??” He looks at you up and down, like he’s checking for an injury. You feel your cheeks warm at his words, even though it's not the first time he’s checked on you like this. But this time it feels different, it is different. You wrap your arms around yourself. “I needed some air.” 

Sunghoon blinks at you, taking in your conflicted, closed off expression and he repeats his question. “Darling, did something happen?” The pet name rolls off his tongue – you almost fold right there and then – the familiarity of it makes you act against your better judgment. “I saw you with Autumn… couldn't stay.” He frowns. “Wha.. What do you mean???” You take a deep breath and finally spill the feelings you buried months ago, voice trembling. There’s no backing down now. “I mean… I mean that I don’t want to be just your friend, Sunghoon. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t bother me when you flirt with someone else. Because it does. It really does.” He takes a step closer, eyes locked on you. “Y/n…” You cower under his gaze, apology stammering out from your lips. “This is stupid. I’m sorry Sunghoon I know you don't feel the same and that’s okay-”

“Nonono- darling please listen to me- There’s nothing between me and her. She just- she just wanted to get back at her ex for cheating on her. I know it's dumb but she just needed some help- I don't see her like that. I’m in love with you- no one else- It’s always been you y/n. Always.” You stare at him, breath caught in your throat. “Are you serious?” You asl, voice barely over a whisper. He nods, smiling like a fool. It's the same lovesick smile he gives you when you’re not looking, the one Sunoo is always talking about. “I’m in love with you. Have been for a while.” You laugh in disbelief and then throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. 

He pulls back just enough to look at your face, still holding you close. “Can I…?” His voice trails off, question hanging in the air. You nod shyly, answering softly. “Yeah.” He leans in, lips meeting. It’s gentle at first—almost cautious. Like he’s afraid to break the moment. He cups your cheek, your fingers curling into his shirt and you lean into it. When you finally pull apart, it’s slow, and you’re both breathless. “Can I be your boyfriend?” “Yes.”

©RAVEN-UNKIND

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[yagiichan]

cod x fem!reader EDC Week

cod x fem!reader

cod members reaction to you when they first see you out of your tactical gear, and you’re actually dressed up for EDC.

Warning: mentions of smut, 18+ Minors DNI, language. Mentions of breeding.

A/N: EDC literally just happened in my city, and I’ve been into the COD x reader stories recently. It’s not going to be anything impressive, but I hope ya’ll like it. Again, this is my HC for whatever reason. IDK, I don’t really make sense to myself neither, so don’t @ me. :3 This is also my first time posting on tumblr, so please be nice.

FYI I do not know a whole lot of lore, I’m just here for the fun of it, so please do not flame me for any inaccurate/unplausible storytelling I am about to convey.

P.S. I drew the design of the dress, but I referenced an image on pinterest. I apologize as I do not know the original artist for the figure.

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Chatter amongst the operatives broke out, as everyone began filing out of the room, from another long debriefing. You were new to the squad, and just barely began speaking to anyone. Layered in heavy combat armor, and face covered with a balaclava and dark round shades every time you’re on base. You don’t like it when people gawk at you, especially when conducting professional business.

You find it easier when you’re covered up. People treated you like a normal soldier, rather than a piece of meat. Though, doesn’t really stop the flirtatious comments coming from your companions.

Soap would linger sometimes, making fun little passes, “What’ve you got hidin’ under there, bird?” You’d laugh him off and just tell him nothing he’d be interested in. He’d quip back “Bet there’s loads I can find interesting, dove…” You continue to laugh, making your way down the dim hallway. The other members, following behind. Gaz would chime in with a “knock-it-off” comment every now and then, but he was just as curious how you’d look too.

Pretty much, everyone has seen one another, considering how long they’ve been enlisted together, so it’s no surprise that fresh meat would immediately attract the attention of wolves.

Ghost, Konig, and Horangi followed from behind, watching you laugh.

“What’s the fresh meat good at anyways?” Ghost asked nonchalantly. Horangi shrugged his shoulders, with a soft “mm-mm”. Konig shook his head at the both of them “Hand-to-hand combat and reconnaissance. Apparently, she’s managed to close the distance on the Captain and threw him straight into the wall.” Ghost scoffed, attempting to burn a hole in the back of your skull. “She is? Look at her” he pointed with his chin, “A literal fuckin’ gnome is what she is.” Horangi chortled a little bit, Konig staying silent.

Price picking up on their conversation, cleared his throat, “You’ll see in due time lads. Someone like that can be the least expected.”

“So, since it’s the start of the weekend why don’t we start with a bang and head down to the pub for a fill?”

 Soap suggested eagerly. The week prior had been incredibly taxing, so everyone was privy to the idea, besides you.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry. I’ve actually got plans this weekend,” you sheepishly laughed. Soap whined, prodding you on what your plans are. You didn’t budge, only that it was already planned some time ago and you can’t miss you. Despite the constant badgering, Soap deflated in defeat, as Gaz patted his back. Despite the initial rejection, Soap bounced back almost immediately.

Chatting away with you, talking about coming out with them another time. You laughed along, apologizing that you couldn’t attend now, but promised to meet in the future.

Making your way towards your apartment complex on base, you noticed everyone else also shuttling into the freight elevator with you. You tilted your head in confusion, queueing Price,

“Well, we all share the same apartment complex. Compliment of the base we currently reside on. Wants to make sure we’re on the ready for when things go down.”

 You slowly nodded in understanding. You clicked your floor number, 10 and noticed that nobody else clicked a floor number besides 14. You looked at Price again, who sheepishly explained that squads are assigned to their own floors. That, since you’re now part of their operation, you’ll probably need to get the changes made soon.

“S’pparently supposed to bring us ‘closer’, build a bond with one another?”

You hummed in acknowledgement, thinking it was cute, “Yeah, I suppose it makes sense.” Chatter continued, until you reached your floor. Getting off, you said your goodnights to everyone. Soap continued to moan, hoping to get a glimpse of you at some point. Gaz agreeing, and Price chuckling at them.

The brooding bunch discussed themselves the best bar to pick from for the night. As the elevator finally reached their floor Soap clapped his hands together “Welp! How’s bout we all meet up again in an hour aye? Freshen up a lil bit. Maybe catch us a pretty bird tonight,” wiggling his eyebrows with the suggestion.

Sighing at Soap’s obvious desperation everyone agreed to meet in the hallway before heading down to the pub.

“Right! Now, let’s get this party started!” Soap howled, looking like he pregame’d before meeting up with the crew.

Everyone had transferred themselves into fresher clothing, finally peeling away the grime of the week. Excitement slowly brews in the group as they can finally wind down for the weekend. Although everyone had changed into more comfortable attire, the three brooding bunch kept their visages concealed.  All members shuffling into the freight elevator, chattering happily amongst themselves.

As the freight elevator begins its slow descent towards the ground floor, it suddenly stops at floor 10. Voices begin to hush as the door slowly slides open, revealing a woman with a high slit dress, stopping at the waist. Four thin black bands wrapped around strong thighs.

Her upper torso covered with black cloth besides the diamond cut pattern, exposing her breasts with dangerous allure. Her lower face covered by a black cloth that looked infused with the rest of the dress, leaving only her eyes visible, and hair to flow freely.

The unknown woman continued to adjust herself, before looking up into the elevator, capturing the eyes of every man on board.

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Your eyes gleamed with happiness, pulling your mask down, smiling brightly at the lot.

“Hey team!” You chirped.

Silence.

“Heading out to the pub now?”

More silence. Eyes continued to stare you down. Not sure what to make of who you are. You started to feel awkward. Not realizing that this is their first time seeing you, especially like this.

“Erm… well then, off we go…? Heh…” you laughed nervously, with the door sliding closed once more, and the lift beginning its descent once more.

The ride down was silent and awkward, at least for the men. You just continued to tap away at your phone, not a care in the world, making plans to meet your friend at the festival entrance.

“(Y/N)?? Is that you?” Gaz piped up, still inspecting you from head to toe. You turned towards Gaz, nodding your head and smiling.

“Suppose this is the first time you guys have seen me outside of my Michelin Man outfit huh?”

You laughed at your own joke, not ever noticing the way their eyes grew hungrier by the second.

You never noticed the way Price stood just a little bit closer, in hopes of accidentally bumping into you. He’d blame it on how crowded the elevator was.

You never noticed the way Soap suddenly started spilling all over his words. His face slowly heating up with every time you laughed at his silly antics.

You never noticed the way Gaz was literally, so star struck, only nodding and laughing at whatever you were saying.

You never noticed the way Ghost suddenly stood up a little straighter, rather than leaning towards the rail of the elevator, trying to make himself look taller. More attractive for you.

Or the way Horangi adjusted his glasses every now and then to make sure you don’t catch him staring at you.

Or the way Konig began to fidget anxiously, staring intently at your being, hands held together to hide something that slowly began to rage in his pants. He was sweating profusely.

“Konig?” you questioned, staring up at the hulking 6’10” man.

Shit.

“Are you alright? You’re sweating up a storm.” Everyone began to turn towards him, suddenly finding himself embarrassed. With a few ‘legit’ coughs Konig spoke.

“Just need some air s’all.” He played it off way too cool. The others glared at him with jealousy when you showed concern for him. Konig, though his face not visible to others, smiled a triumphant smile under his facemask.

You smiled brightly at him, breathing a sigh of relief, tugging at his heartstrings even more. Glances were stolen every now and then by your team members. Assessing your body, and trying to determine if it’s the trick of the light, or your thighs are just that delicious. Toned, large, and ready to crush heads.

Oh, how they wished to have their heads between your legs. To have that pretty black dress lifted over their heads, and to hear your sweet voice calling out their names in ecstasy. Your hair sticking to your skin, drenched in the sweat and tears of your pheromones.

To watch the rise and fall of your heaving chest, as your honey coats their face and tongues. Once you’ve had your high, the dress comes off and you smile that bright smile at them, hands cupping their faces whisper-begging.

“Come here, darling… Come to me. I need you, so badly.” You’d pant out, with tears in your eyes, and a wobbly smile on your face, just begging to be ravaged by them. To be pumped with their loads.

Oh, they all wanted you, and you didn’t even know it.

The ride down felt like forever, until the soft ding of elevator is heard throughout, indicating your destination of the ground floor.

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“So, where are you heading, dressed up like this?” Price inquired.

“EDC. It’s going on for 3 days, but I’ll only be going for two.” You stated excitedly.

“EDC? Wassall that then hen?” Now Soap asking the questions.

“It’s just a music festival. Electric Dance Carnival. Been dying to go, and since we’re out here I wanted to take the chance.” You informed the bunch. They all walked along side you, the rest in silence as Soap continued his barrage of questions.

“Oh, but I won’t be getting insanely lit or anything like that! It’s just an opportunity is all! I’m meeting some friends.” You corrected yourself, not wanting to have your team think you’re some sort of degenerate (hehe).

As you continued to happily chat away, your taxi pulled up. Bounding towards the door you turn back towards your fellow soldiers, not missing a beat.

“Ay, be safe, okay? If you need anything, don’t hesitate to phone me.” You chirped once more.

“Anyways, I’m off then! Be seeing you around!” You waved as you got into your taxi, driving away into the city.

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Sitting around a table, with a dimly lit light hanging above them, Ghost groaned at the thought of phoning you to let you know that he isn’t feeling well. That he might need some of that ‘comfort’ you were giving to Konig earlier. Felt kind of sweaty. Might need you to take care of him, if you get what I’m laying down.

Price, Konig, and Horangi sat around the table, watching Gaz and Soap playing rounds of pool, but not really committing to it. Something on their mind, pretty sure knowing what, or who, it could be.

“If I died tomorrow, I’d want it to be those thighs wrapped around my head.” Soap dreamt, leaning on his pole.

“Yeah, no shit. Wasn’t expecting any of that. Reckon I’d begin howling at the moon just to have a bite.” Gaz chuckled.

Eyes snapped up at the duo, and then at each other.

Price laid a hefty pat on Ghosts shoulder, reminding him of his comment earlier.

“Still not what you were expecting, weren’t you lad?”  laughing heartily. Ghost grunted at his comment, as did Horangi and Konig.

“I… must admit… I too, was not expecting such a treat tonight.” Horangi shuttered with each word. Konig nodded vigorously.

Still fantasizing about your worry over him. Fretting over his comfort. He was already fantasizing about your wedding. The life you’ll lead together. Breeding you up with his young, having you cry under his weight, with your legs wrapped tightly around him as he drilled his throbbing member deep into your core. Konig shuttered at the thought.

“I’m going to make her mind” Konig stated out of the blue. Suddenly, all eyes snapped at him. Flashes of competitiveness and want evident on everyone’s face. Now, everyone was vying for your affection. And you didn’t even have an inkling of an idea that any of this was going down.

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I hope ya’ll liked my story. It’s probably all over the place, and that’s okay. It was something I’ve been needing to get out of my system. Something I can go back to when I’m feeling that little itch.  I may build on this for our individual heroes. IDK.

[wayfayrr]

So this is very much a self indulgent mini-fic, venting about some stuff that I've been dealing with recently <3 I'm working on requests and some other fics but I got told to post this to get it off of my chest anyway @cloudninetonine @angry-trashcan thanks for the confidence boost to be able to post this

“Hey, you’ve been sitting over here for a while, you feeling alright?”

“Just been thinking… I was part of some drama before I was uh brought here. It’s just, it’s just messed with me a bit I guess. I’ll be fine when we need to start moving again, don’t worry wars.”

After a brief second of fabric shuffling, he sits down and leans on me. It’s an oddly comforting feeling, different too like he’s bothered by something? What could’ve set him off so badly?

“Would you mind if I asked you about it? It’s clearly bothering you so, you should get it off of your chest and well, I’d just like to help you through this.”

“If you really want to know, it’s a little complicated though and while I can make a lot of it make sense to you I’ll have to leave a couple of things out.”

“Sounds like you’re willing to get it off of your chest though, so would you care to explain it to me honeybee?”

He’s being more persistent than usual too, have I really been looking so badly bothered by my thoughts? The worry does feel nice however, it feels more like talking to an old friend than anything which is wonderful seeing as I’ve not been able to reach them recently. I’ve just been stuck rereading old messages in a new context while my phone endlessly buffers to reach impossibly far servers.

“It’s… I’d been having issues with this person for a while… they used me more than anything, kept asking me for advice and making everything about them and brushed anything I or my other friends were trying to say off and sent things they really shouldn’t to people unwarrented… and then everything else.”

“Everything else? You don’t have to cut yourself off, with how you’ve been acting the rest feels like it’ll be worse anyway.”

“They just - someone connected some dots and pointed them out to me and I just… I’ve been going back over what they said and - and - and it made me think. They told me they associated my voice with a character they always got weird over, they kept fawning over my accent and how they’ve only ever heard it in fiction before, they gave me weird compliments when I was talking about things I did as a kid and that’s not even getting me started on how they treated my friends. I just… I feel so disgusted, seeing it in this light. Every bit of my skin just itches with disgust towards myself. Sorry I didn’t mean to share so much at once - I’m just tired. They didn’t even like me, it was like they only wanted me for where I’m from.”

The way he stilled sent a shiver down me, did I say to much? He might have not meant it when he said I could share… I mean theres no way he could’ve known… or does he think I’m simply overreacting? I’m probably just overreacting anyway.

My heart started beating again when he softened and pulled me to rest on him.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that all. They’re the one who is disgusting, not you, never you. I’ll speak to time, you should just rest for the rest of the day. I can lend you my scarf and you can just have a nap or I could ask wild to make your favourite food and you can just rest.”

I didn’t get a say before he’s already draped it over my shoulders; he’s leading me back over to the others and setting me down next to sky as he goes to speak with time. 

“Hmm? Did something happen, are you feeling alright dove?”

“Ah well, wars is going to ask time if we can stop for the day because I’m just dealing with some memories. I hope it won’t bother the others.”

“I doubt it, everyone’s been tense and tired recently. I know I have, I’ve been about dying for a rest. Would you care to join me too?”

Leaning back against him is all the response he needs as my eyes flutter closed, he’s so warm and comfortable. There are few people I’d prefer to rest next to. 

><><><><><><

“So then old man, I think that’s a good enough reason to settle for the day, don’t you?”

I know he’ll agree, asking him like this is simply a formality. After all, how could we continue when a member of the group is in such a state? On the verge of tears just from thinking about someone for a little bit too long. 

“You’ve never asked this for anyone else, but fine.” “Thank you Time, I’ll pay you back for this.”

“And Wars?”

“Hmm?”

“Go take your anger out on something, it’s not a good energy in the camp. Not if they’re so fragile right now. There’s apparently a standard bokoblin camp just a little south.”

He’s seen right through me then, but now I don’t need an alibi for when I come back.

[charleslee-valentine]

Hey, this is a very random question, but one that has been itching at my brain for a little while.

I first want to start this off by saying that you are genuinely my favourite author for TCM fanfics just in general. Everything you right for that film series is just so spot on and perfect, and I really mean that. I’ve read my fair share of TCM fanfics, and yours come out on top by far.

I do have one little question about how you write Nubbins and Franklin. They’re probably my favourite ship in the whole fandom, and my question was if you headcanon either (or both) of them as asexual.

I’ve just noticed that for other ships you’ll include some form of sexual content (like with Lefty and Drayton, for example), but never with them, and I was just really curious about it.

Obviously I’m not here saying “write smut about characters!!!🤬🤬🤬” because that’s actually insane, but I just wanted to know your thoughts on that. I’m ace myself, so this is coming from a place of pure curiosity.

Anyway, sorry if this is such a weird ask, but it’s just something that I picked up on while binge reading your fics. You’re a seriously talented writer, and I just wanted to know a little more about the thought behind it :-]

I totally understand what you’re sayin’, so no worries there!! I’m on the ace spectrum too!

I love talking about these little dudes so I’ll be happy to share (plus omg thank you for your compliments!! this is so sweet!) I’ll talk about how I see it for them separately and then together!

I like to keep in mind that Franklin probably has Spina Bifida, which can cause sexual dysfunction. That can be through low sex drive, pain, or conditions like erectile dysfunction. While that doesn’t automatically rule sex out, it can make it an extremely draining task for very little payoff. I personally don’t think Franklin would even want to try sex knowing it’s just gonna be frustrating for him. It’s not so much that he doesn’t experience sexual attraction as much as not seeing the point of it for his personal needs. Given the amount of frustration he already deals with, it’s not a priority.

Nubbins I think is more on the asexual spectrum. While at first his hesitance with sex comes from ignorance and not being taught about it, I do think he’d experience at least some sexual desire and want to know more. Once he has someone to navigate that with instead of just “this is a feeling I have and it’s strange and uncomfortable,” he tries to get his grasp on sexuality and struggles somewhat. With Franklin he *wants* to enjoy sexual feelings but it just doesn’t happen. It’s awkward and grabby and as expected with the Sawyers, unsanitary, so I think it just would be something he’s not into in the end combined with his sensory issues. This sort of puts him on the edge of flip-flopping between sexual attraction and sexual repulsion.

Together, they try a few times and both hate it. If there’s any kind of Franknub sex going on, I picture it as a mutual masturbation, you do your thing and I’ll do mine and we don’t really touch each other type of deal. But even that’s rare for them. I also don’t think they’d talk about it much. Nubbins might ask some extremely strange and uncomfortable questions now and again to try to understand it better, especially given how different his body is from Franklins since he’s disabled, but I don’t think they establish anything super clearly. The attitudes they were raised with around sex (Drayton refusing to talk about it at all and Franklin having religion in his family) aren’t even the entire problem, though it does contribute. There’s an aspect of guilt both in doing it at all and then in doing it somehow “wrong” because it’s not really pleasurable for them.

Instead, I think signs of intimacy and trust for them would be largely non sexual, things like making direct eye contact and holding it for several minutes, or spilling blood together (maybe their own, maybe somebody else’s, but either way violence is fascinating and romantic to both of them.) For Franklin, intimacy might be things like Nubbins assisting him the way a caregiver might, because as a disabled person myself, I feel that that is the ultimate sign of trust. For Nubbins, he’d see intimacy as non sexual physical contact like sitting on Franklin or touching his hair or fidgeting with his clothes. Little details are bigger for them than grand gestures and sex is unimportant to their relationship. If things get tense and it happens, it happens, but it’s not necessarily meaningful or particularly loving for them.

(This is all purely my headcanons, not canon analysis! I just thought I’d specify since I make both kinds of posts!)

So yeah in short 1) thank you for being so kind 💕 and 2) I do see Nubbins as asexual, yes, and it impacts the relationship a bit! I don’t like writing about Franknub being sexual much because I don’t see it as something they often bother with and to incorporate all the intricacies of how they experience sex and desire into another narrative wouldn’t do it justice I feel. But I could possibly write something about one of the rare times k bc the future!

[nerdallwritey]

Wip Wednesday!

I was tagged by @khywren!! Thank you!!!!!

Part 3 of Beauty and the Bard is FINISHED, but my beta is currently the busiest woman in the world (she's getting mawwied 🤭) so it'll take a few more days until I officially post, but here's a bit of banter to make up for it! Find it below the cut:

“Oh, stop teasing her,” Alfira said, rolling her eyes. “Tell her how well she did and make her take my lute.” She held it out again.

“While yes, she did play wonderfully-”

You looked at Astarion, a little shocked. You weren’t sure he’d ever complimented your music before.

“-she won’t be needing the lute.”

“See,” you said to Alfira before pausing for a moment and turning back to Astarion. “I won’t?”

He shook his head at you. “It’s taken care of already,” he said to Alfira. 

She understood what he was saying and nodded. “How very kind of you,” she said, smiling. She reached forward and squeezed your hand. “I’ll make sure to see you again before we leave.” 

You nodded and smiled as she left to join Lakrissa again at the wine table.

You turned to Astarion who looked smug. He turned to face you and grinned.

“What was that?” you asked.

“What was what, darling?”

“With Alfira. ‘It’s taken care of already.’ Did you steal me a lute or something?”

Astarion brought his goblet to his lips, ignoring you.

You gasped, your mouth open in faux horror. “You did not.”

“And if I did?”

“Where?”

He groaned. “Enough questions. Come enjoy a drink with me.”

He took your hand and led you over to his tent. When you arrived, he dropped your hand and held up his cup for you to clink with his. He took a sip. 

“You know, I never pictured myself as a hero.”

You snorted. “Bold of you to assume that’s what you are.”

He rolled his eyes and continued. “Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I’m here…”

He held you in suspense as he took another drink of his wine. 

When he pulled the cup away, he scowled. “I hate it. This is awful.” 

“Aw,” you said, walking forward and wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling back a little. “Is this okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded.

You continued. “It’s not that bad. Think of all the goblins you killed.”

“True,” he agreed. “That was fun. Still, I would have liked more than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who curated the wine?”

“Yes, but it’s not like I had much variety to choose from. Plus the tieflings didn’t bring anything to write home about.” He cocked his hip to the side, then nodded to you. “Go ahead, give it a taste.”

You stepped back and swirled the wine in the goblet that Astarion had provided for you. You took a tentative sip of the heavy, rich red. It was dry and sharp. To be honest, it tasted like most other reds you’d had before.

Astarion leaned forward a bit to gauge your reaction. “See what I mean? Awful.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Why didn’t you pick a better one, then?”

“Darling, this is the best they had.” 

“How sad,” you sighed, clearly not as upset as he hoped you’d be.

He held up a hand and turned away from you. “None of you have any taste.” 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you brushed some hair out of his face. “You’ll have to share once you find something you actually like. That way I’ll know what to look for.”

He sighed heavily. “What would be the point? You probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Rude,” you scoffed. “But fair.” You looked at him thoughtfully. “Hang on, weren’t you and Karlach trying to get drunk?”

Astarion giggled stupidly. “Yes.”

You snorted. “How’d that go?”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Takes me a lot longer to get drunk. What with the dead liver and all.”

You furrowed your brow. “Wouldn’t lacking a working liver make you drunk immediately?”

Astarion whined, “I don’t know, but Karlach is completely inebriated and I only have a buzz I can already feel fading.”

You looked over to Karlach who was still dancing despite the fact that you and Alfira had finished your performance several minutes ago. She was trying to get Dammon and Zevlor to join her but both looked like they were searching for escape routes. 

You laughed. “Shame there’s no music to accompany her,” you said, half joking.

“An excellent point, my dear.” He turned to bend down, wobbling, but catching himself. He started rifling through his possessions. “Odd,” he mumbled, “I swore it was here.”

“What are you looking for?” you asked.

“Hmm?” He was clearly lost in thought. “Oh nothing, darling. But, um, do me a favor and go somewhere else for a minute.” He waved you away without looking at you.

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Hey so I saw you post about being asked questions by mutuals.

I am pretty shy but looking to reach out and meet people share head cannons etc.

I'm gonna ramble here, I think. But one thing that always holds me back from the lichdom option, like, how would they fuck? I see some with theories and ideas and I'm like......surely emmrich would wear his glamour. As its been enchanted with the ability to feel and touch and kiss etc. And he would still have his 🍆. Sorry for the randomness it's 2.30 am and I find myself wondering the most random shit.

Ps I love you writing BTW.

First off - thank you, both for the final compliment, and for the ask! This is so interesting to me, and I’m thrilled you went down that path at 2:30 AM.

I’m firmly in the camp of platonic/aromantic/celibate/asexual love is still love, as I’m sure you are as well - but for the sake of argument: they wouldn’t. ;) Because to my mind, Emmlich's glamour would be just that. A magical illusion meant to fool others, not let him keep the cake and eat it too.

More under the cut!

Just so happens, I’m playing with the concept of lichdom and what it would be, or could be, if Veilguard was a dark fantasy game like its predecessors (I don’t feel it is, but I won’t judge anyone who disagrees with me). In Love and Death, Emmrich’s been a Lich Lord for centuries already when he’s recruited by Varric and Dorian to join the hunt for Solas. After a lifetime of fearing death, and longing for love, Emmrich comes to a point where he doesn’t think he’ll ever find his One True Love. He IS convinced he’ll die in due course, that’s inevitable. So, when opportunity presents itself, he makes a deal with the Lich Lords, to give up everything, all the things that give mortals pleasure. He is made a revenant skeleton, and as such he has no skin to feel the touch of a lover, no lips to kiss, no taste. And he’s fine with that. He’s made his choice to live forever, such magic always comes at a steep cost. He never found love while he was alive, what use does he have for corporeal pleasures…

And then he meets Rook - whom he would never have met in the first place, if he hadn’t become a Lich Lord - and falls head over heels. Convinced, of course, that Rook could never love him if he knew the truth. Cue all those Big Feels, and he’s got nowhere to put them, but he wants Rook like he’s wanted nothing his entire existence. His soul calls out to him, but it can never be. Alas and alack, woe is him. Etc etc. TBC on that fic, once I’ve finished The Two-Mage Job. 

And, again, not judging anyone’s headcanon for Emmlich - I feel like it’s a weird trade to make in-game. Emmrich has to let Manfred remain dead-dead (yes, that’s a significant sacrifice, I love Manfred, BUT the game also makes it clear Manfred’s sacrifice was a noble one and he should be allowed to make that choice)... and he gets to live forever with all the benefits of being a human made of flesh, and none of the downsides AND he’s now an infinitely powerful ancient being? I’m working my way through the game to play the Lich route myself, but… I don’t know. We’ll see what I make of it once I’ve romanced Emmlich. It just doesn’t feel dark enough to me.

But that’s what fanfic is for, right?

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! And talking about Fellow some more~

blitzdragonking asked:

Do you perhaps have a discord group?

We don’t really see a point, to be honest. Knowing me, I’m just going to stop by and apologise for not replying to anyone every 6 months or so :(

Anonymous asked:

Hiiiii <3

So I just finished up to the Book Of Circus in Black Butler.

And I am obsessed with it right now, maybe because it's made by Yana -

And I know you have drawn Black Butler before

Do you have a list of who is a top and who is a bottom?

Like who is for twst characters?

And before I end, FINNSNAKE

I saw Finny and Snake here

My two favs, together!! I love them so much!!

Hi Anon! Sorry for the late reply :) This is very good arc, we love it very much! I’m happy you enjoyed it as well.

Finny and Snake are so good!<3 There isn’t a lot of them in Book of Circus (and they haven’t met yet…), but every time we see them we are happy hehe.

When it comes to tops and bottoms, hmmm… not really? To be completely honest, we aren’t super invested in other characters from this arc in terms of shipping, but! I would say Dagger is a top because of that one scene where Snake, I mean EMILY flirted with him. It was a tiny little spark, but I wouldn’t mind seeing them together. I really like the idea of Emily flirting only with guys that Snake himself likes, and Dagger has some similarities to Finny too, so… makes sense in my head >:3

Anonymous asked:

Oh, Fellow, you poor fox…😔

These are the consequences of his own actions…

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

Gidel just has a way with words Fellow! Looks at his blush complimenting his pretty orange hair and fur. Does Fellow feel loyal to Gidel and does he 'love*' him? Or is it another survival thing? I haven't seen the event yet so I'm speculating and brainstorming.

*love in the case of I take care of you and protect you because I want what's best for us. We've been through some shit but we do it together. Kinda like trauma bond?

(this one is related to this drawing)

Gidel surely knows how to make Fellow blush! Fellow can never get used to it~

You’ve sent this ask a couple of days ago, and I’ve written a post about the event since then, so I am sorry if I repeat myself, but…

We don’t know a lot about their backstory, but I think it’s very fair to say that they have trauma bond. Their connection and care for each other is genuine, and I think Fellow really wants what’s best for both Gidel and himself. Some of NRC boys commented on how their relationship feel very family-like, and you know how it is with us and family-like connections lol I say it every time I talk about the Shrouds, and these have this theme too: it’s you and I against the entire world. It’s beautiful :”)

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

I am foaming at the mouth!!!! Fellow looks so yummy, his cute little ass gaping, how the curtains match the drapes so so so well. And how he's dripping! Was Lilia the one who got him ready? Because he looks like he can take anything at this point.... even multiple at the same time....🫣

What if this is what Gidel was talking about in your previous post with Fellow and Gidel! As a way to repay these students for what he put them through. Just using his body as payment like usual.

(and this one is about the yesterday’s drawing!)

Thank you so much!! <3 I am very happy you liked it~

Maybe it was Lilia who got him ready, he is the most experienced one, after all. He took one look at the rest of the boys and just figured that the wider the better, cause yeah, some of them might want to share…

But in actuality, what I had in mind is that this is just Fellow’s “natural state” due to his possible other jobs and stuff. The NRC boys barely undressed him, bullied him a little bit and lifted his legs – and he is already at this state. I guess this version is even more cursed.

Oh, for Gidel to suggest such a thing! >:( How very naughty of him.

Anonymous asked:

Idia's kinda got a type...?

Ref, this post: https://www.tumblr.com/ggrocks/751468561403363328/sebek-zigvolt-and-azul-ashengrotto-are-the-same

Just saying, there's something to this...

Oh no… Oh no, these two really do have similarities!!

I guess this is an unintentional type; Idia just keeps stumbling upon stubborn nerds who yell at him and demand him to be obedient.

They’re annoying in the best way possible…

Anonymous asked:

Sorry in advance:

First of all, you should be sorry, second of all, the more I think about it the more it makes sense NOOOOO THIS IS PERFECT

Sebek = Azul? How about Sebek = Shrek…

[ikykwkleeknoww]

Protectors ~ ot8

TW: abusive father figure, violence, verbal abuse, panic attack

wc: 0.6k-

an: it’s my first time posting here and I mostly wrote this for me, cause it’s based on a nightmare I had. I needed the comfort of skz and thought I would share this with y’all. This turned out kinda shitty, hope you enjoy reading it anyway.

________

“You know, if you’d actually lose some weight you could be looking pretty”

“Wow, thank you for such a heartwarming compliment”

“You deserve it, you’re worthless!” He replied angry, he was about to hit me. Before he got the chance to, I opened the car door and jumped out, in a matter of milliseconds. I began to slowly step away from the car, not even shutting the door on my way.

“Come back you little brat!” He got out of the car himself and stormed towards me. His head was red out of anger and I could swear his eyes were about to pop out of it. I backed away faster and turned to run but he held me back by my wrist. “Don’t touch me, get off me dad!” I tore myself off his grasp and tried running away for a second time.

I don’t know how long I’ve been running, but he was still a few feet away from me and catching up slowly. No one was there, the streets were empty at this late hour. I saw a group of people not so far from me and my guts told me to get help from them.

“HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!” I called, already tired and about to give up. They turned into my direction and before I knew it, I was hiding behind one of the guys. “Please protect me” I whimpered and collapsed onto my knees, my exhaustion getting the better of me. I glanced to the confused faces which looked quite familiar with me, but I could remember anything right now.

Some of them shielded and a smaller group crouched down next to me. As soon as I heard my fathers yelling, I covered my ears and shut my eyes in fear. I began to hyperventilate and tears started to stream out of my eyes. My hands and soon my whole body were shaking, “Please don’t hurt me, please” I whimpered out.

“Don’t touch her and get the fuck away before you’ll end up in the hospital!” A voice ringed through my ears. At this point, my body was violently shaking. A light pair of hands was placed on my shoulders, trying to stop its movements.

“I need you to take a deep breath for me”

I couldn’t do it, my mind had zero control over my body. My vision got blurry from the tears in my eyes and my head got dizzy. Before I knew it, everything went blank.

***

I woke up to something cold on my forehead, making me snap open my eyes. My head rested on someone’s lap, the person was caressing my face and playing with my hair.

“Oh, hey you’re back!” The person’s deep voice spoke and I could recognize it instantly, shutting my eye again.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” A British accent spoke, this can’t be real, right?

“I-uhm I don’t know, exhausted?” I slowly reopened my eyes looking at eight all too familiar faces starting back at me.

“You wanna tell us what happened?” Then it hit me again

“Where is he? Is he gone? Please tell me he’s gone-” I got on my knees and was almost standing on both feet, but a hand grabbed my arm firmly.

“He is not here anymore” the person, punctuating each word.

“I-I’m sorry, he’s my father and was abusive towards my mother. I made him angry because he was pissing me off and then he started literally bullying me a-and he was about to hit me so I stumbled out of the car and ran away. Then I-I saw you and oh my god, I’m ranting. I apo-apologize” I rambled down. I looked up from my lap, my gaze meeting the ones from the one and only Stray Kids members.

“No it’s okay, how about we go eat something? You must be starving”, Chan suggested. I smiled, “thank you”.

[fairyminnie444]

Hey! I love your posts!

I don’t usually ask others about my manifestations because I know I’m the god of my reality etc. But I need some help on this as it’s been bothering me, sorry if it’s a bit of a different question to what you usually get!

So I’m a shifter and I’m permashifting to my DR where I have my bf (and a bunch of other stuff, but the bf is the main point here). And I’m using LOA to assume I’m already in my DR, I know that I’m in my desired reality right now and I don’t care what the 3D shows me.. except for one thing.

So my bf in my DR has the same face as a celeb here. When I see the celeb I don’t see my bf, they have different personalities, ages, lives, etc. My bf is just a normal guy who I love for many reasons, not some famous actor. Anyway, for some reason, I always get this horrible pit in my stomach when I see people making edits of the actor and saying stuff like ‘he’s my celeb crush, he’s perfect’ whatever.. and I don’t understand why? I know he’s not my bf, I know I already have my bf in my dr, so why do I care? I saw an edit of him and some other celeb (like a ship) and all the comments were saying ‘he’s my celeb crush’ idk, and I genuinely felt so sick in my stomach and I just wanted to cry, but I genuinely don’t know why? I know I already have my bf, but I get uncomfortable seeing people call the actor hot, since they have the same face idk.

I know that what we focus on expands, and eiypo etc. so I usually just act like the actor doesn’t exist in my reality. I accept that he exists in my 3D, but I also accept that he doesn’t exist in my DR, and I just focus on my inner world/4D and the fact that I’m dating my bf. If I see a video of the actor, I press ‘not interested’, if I see comments complimenting him, I pretend like I didn’t, I don’t watch stuff with him in it, etc, because I want to stay in my desired state.

But my question is, is this really helpful? Or would it be better to force myself to watch videos of him and force myself to read those comments (which would make me feel like shit for hours) and try to just retain the knowing that I already have my bf, and none of what I’m seeing matters?

Because on one hand, what we focus on expands, so it makes sense to just focus on my inner world and the truth, which is that the actor doesn’t exist in my reality, and I’m dating my bf and all is well etc. so it makes sense to ignore all those edits and comments, because I decide what’s true in my reality etc. But on the other hand, it also might make sense to deal with that anxious feeling head on, and remind myself that regardless of what I’m seeing, I have my bf in my reality, and become okay with seeing the actor in my 3D. But if it makes me feel like shit, and if the actor doesn’t even exist in my dr, what’s the point of doing that? 😭

I am so sorry that this was so long, but I really need some advice. If you can help me answer this question, I’d really appreciate it! If you have any questions just lmk.

Have a great day/night! ❤️ :)

You don’t need to force yourself to engage with something that makes you uncomfortable. Ignoring the actor is completely fine because your 3D reality must conform to your assumption—so if in your reality, this actor is irrelevant and doesn’t exist, that’s what matters. You’re not avoiding something out of fear; you’re simply prioritizing your true reality over the 3D illusion.

That feeling of discomfort comes from a lingering assumption that there’s still some connection between the actor and your DR boyfriend. The solution isn’t to force yourself to watch videos of the actor—it’s to fully separate them in your mind. Right now, you still subconsciously link them because they share a face, and that’s why seeing people praise the actor triggers something in you. But remember: they are not the same person. One is just a character in an old reality that you’re leaving behind.

Instead of focusing on avoiding or confronting the 3D, just reinforce your assumption: I am in my DR. I am with my boyfriend. That actor has nothing to do with me. The more you persist in this state, the less those videos and comments will even appear in your awareness, let alone bother you. Eventually, it won’t matter at all because your 3D will fully align with your assumption.

Also tysm ❤️ have a great day/night too

[snowysosturn]

Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 20

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : THESE WARNINGS WILL GIVE SPOILERS!!!! We're going back and forth with POV's too...sorry in advance.... MDNI, angst, tension, anxiety, mentions of car accident/reader in accident, betrayal, drinking, being shitfaced, slight mentions of cheating, andddddd i think thats it

I woke up the next morning with this sense of freedom. The apartment felt different, almost lighter without Alex’s presence weighing it down. I had spent the entire day engrossed in thoughts of how to make this space truly my own, a place where I could start fresh. Each little change I made seemed to breathe new life into the place, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of control and peace.

But as the hours ticked by, a small bout of loneliness began to creep in. I found myself checking my phone obsessively, hoping for some sort of contact from Matt. Despite the joy of having my own space, the lack of communication from Matt was unsettling. I had hoped he’d reach out, maybe offer some words of reassurance or simply check in. The absence of his messages made me second guess everything, stirring up a mix of doubt and anxiety within me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to talk to him. I was now very aware of my own emotions, and I knew they had grown deeper than I initially admitted. I was in love with him. There was no other way to describe it. And I needed him to know. I wanted to be able to call him more than half mine.

Just as I was about to give in to my growing anxiety, my phone pinged. I leaped out of my seat, racing to grab it. The message was from Nick, asking where I was and telling me to get ready and come over. His tone was oddly cryptic, he was never one to be so discreet, and it made me feel like something was up. It made me hope that Matt had something surprising up his sleeve that was about to unfold.

Quickly, I threw on an outfit that made me feel like the baddest bitch on the planet. I styled my hair and made sure my makeup was flawless. One Size setting spray to lock it all in place, I needed it to stay put. I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be a turning point, and I wanted to be prepared for whatever it might bring.

Arriving at the triplets house, I parked outside, assuming that Matt’s car was in the garage. My heart skipped a beat, hoping that tonight might be the night I finally get to share my actual feelings with him. As I approached the front door, it swung open, and Nick greeted me with his usual enthusiasm.

“Oooo, look at this baaaad biiiiiitch!!” Nick exclaimed, his eyes widening with appreciation. I couldn’t help but blush at his compliment.

“We’re going to a party by the way. You’re dressed and ready, so there’s no way you can back out now.” Nick said with a smug grin.

“That’s fine, I won’t argue” I replied, trying to sound casual. “I’m a single woman now, so it’s time to let my hair down.”

“WHAAAAAT? Motherfucker, and you didn’t even tell meee?!” Nick’s reaction was a mixture of shock and excitement.

“It only happened last night.. I haven’t had the chance to tell anyone yet.” I said, trying to downplay the situation. “ Who else is coming?” I decided to add, trying to figure out Matt’s whereabouts.

“Madi’s coming with us, she’s going to Uber here and we’ll all go together. Chris and Matt are already there” Nick said, his tone hinting that he knew I was eager to find out where Matt was.

I was surprised that Matt was already at the party, but I was excited to see him. “There’s vodka on the counter” Nick continued. “We’re pregaming hard for this party. It’s in some massive house in the hills, so I need to be shitfaced by the time I get there if I want to talk to anyone.”

I decided to move my car into the garage, now knowing that Matt was playing Uber driver for the night, and he was out in his car. I walked back into the house and joined Nick at the counter, pouring ourselves vodka lemonades and indulging in a couple one too many drinks. As the evening went on, we laughed and chatted about everything under the sun, including boys. I couldn’t help but let my feelings for Matt slip as the alcohol started to take effect. Nick was so far gone that he probably didn’t register half of what I said, but I felt a tiny bit of relief in finally being able to express my feelings, even if only partially.

Madi arrived an hour later, and we all piled into an Uber to head to the party. The anticipation of seeing Matt and the excitement of the night ahead had me buzzing with a mix of nerves and excitement. This was the start of a new chapter for me, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next.

As soon as we arrived at the party, the sheer size of the house struck me. It was a massive three story mansion perched on a winding street in the hills, barely able to see around each corner. The house had a balcony that wrapped around the entire third floor. The view from up there must be breathtaking, but tonight, the party was centered around the lively chaos inside. The music pumped through the house onto the street, “Still Think About You” by A Boogie Wit da Hoodie muffled in the background.

Nick, Madi, and I walked through the front door and made our way through the crowd, our hands linked together. The house was dark, making it easy to get lost in the sea of people. I was so drunk that I felt like I was floating, the alcohol warming me from the inside out. I hadn’t been this shit faced in a long time, and it was both exhilarating and slightly disorienting.

The house was alive with energy. The living room and lower floors were packed with people holding drinks, dancing, and laughing. The dim lighting cast an almost magical glow over everything, making it feel like we had stepped into a different world.

Nick expertly navigated us through the crowd of influencers and Youtubers, his movements confident for sure. Madi and I followed, our steps less steady as the alcohol continued to affect us. We made our way to the bar area, where a wide selection of drinks awaited us. I grabbed another vodka lemonade, eager to keep the buzz alive.

“Let’s find Matt and Chris!” Nick shouted over the music, his voice barely cutting through the noise. I nodded enthusiastically, but I couldn't help feeling that my excitement was being challenged by a strange flutter of nerves.

As we made our way through the crowd, we finally spotted Chris, who greeted us with a wide grin. My heart pounded when I realized Matt was nowhere in sight. The alcohol had given me a false sense of confidence, but now I felt a strong force of anxiety.

“Where’s Matt?” I asked Chris, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Oh, he’s outside in the garden with Emily” Chris said, pointing towards the glass doors leading out onto the garden.

Emily. The name hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt like the music in the room had slowed down in speed, feeling a wave of panic rise within, and I hoped it wouldn’t drown me. I had hoped to avoid any confrontation tonight. But Matt and Emily? Together? The last thing I wanted was to face them both, especially with the knowledge that hung over us like a dark cloud.

“Emily?” I repeated, my voice trembling slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah they’re sat over here, cmon, we’ll go over and say hi” Chris said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the doors.

“No no it’s fine Chris, I-I’ll talk to him later” I tried to protest, planting my heels in the hardwood floor, attempting to pull my hand free from Chris’s grip. But Chris wasn’t letting go, and the more I struggled, the more I felt trapped.

In the midst of trying to lose Chris’ grip, I caught Matt’s eye through the glass doors. He sat on a bench with Emily to the left of him, his arm placed around the back of her, her head slightly leaning on his shoulder. Panic surged through me, and I felt a desperate need to escape. I had to get out of there before I did something I’d regret.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” I said urgently, my voice a mix of heartbreak and desperation. “I don’t feel the best.”

“Oh, shoot, are you okay?” Chris called after me, his concern evident.

But I didn’t give him a response. I turned on my heel and made a beeline for anywhere in the house that would get me far away from here, my heart pounding as I hurried toward the stairs. I could hear Chris shouting that the bathroom was on the second floor, to the left, but I barely registered his words. My only focus was to get away, to find a quiet place where I could collect my thoughts and try to make sense of everything.

I stumbled up the stairs, my mind racing with a mix of confusion, anger, and hurt. I needed a moment to clear my head, to process the reality of the situation, and to figure out what to do next.

Matt’s POV

I sat on a bench in the garden, surrounded by some of my friends through YouTube. Emily was next to me, talking to the group around us, but I barely heard her. All I could think about was leaving. I felt completely out of place. Parties were never really my thing, I was only here because Emily wanted me to be. The sight of Chris coming back through the glass doors caught my eye. He was holding someone. My heart stopped when I realised it was Y/n.

But before I could react, she was gone. Disappearing into the house. I had no idea what she was doing here, and my immediate urge was to find her, to set things straight.

Emily’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Matt, are you okay?”

“Yeah” I said, forcing a smile. I stood up abruptly, grabbing her red solo cup. “I’ll get you another drink.” I said while walked away, not waiting for a response. 

As I walked through the doors, I walked over to Chris. “Hey, where did Y/n go?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Chris looked confused for a moment. “Said she needed to use the bathroom. Why?”

I didn’t answer right away, my mind racing. “Thanks” I said, before heading toward the bathroom.

Y/n’s POV

I stood over the sink, splashing water on my face, trying to sober up a bit. My mind was racing, unable to process what was happening. 

Why is Matt with Emily right now? 

Was he playing me this whole time? 

Was this all for his own personal gain?

The thoughts swirled around in my head, and I couldn’t make sense of any of it.

An intense knock on the door snapped me out of my daze. "Just a minute" I called out, trying to steady my breathing. I walked toward the door, realizing I hadn’t even locked it behind me when I ran in here. But before I could reach it, the door swung open, and Matt rushed in, closing it behind him. I stood there in shock.

"Y/n." Matt said, his voice urgent, but there was something else there. Something that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Why are you here with Emily, Matt?" I asked, confusion and hurt lacing my words.

"Because Emily’s my girlfriend." he replied, his tone blunt.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"Girlfriend?" I blinked, the air rushing out of my lungs as if I’d been punched. "You haven’t ended it yet? Are you - are you okay? What's going on?"

"I’m not ending it, Y/n."

The room started to spin, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the words that just left his mouth.

"What? Why? Matt after everything she-”

"She hasn’t done anything." he said, his expression cold.

"What? What the fuck? Matt.. I-I ended it with Alex last night, he.. he basically admitted to it all." I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

"She told me the way things actually happened, Y/n. Alex was trying to come on to her this whole time, and she wasn’t feeding into it."

"Matt, that’s not true! You know its not! You know she’s lying to you!" I said, desperation creeping into my voice.

"I believe her, Y/n. And I need to respect her wants for us to not be around each other anymore." His eyes were empty, like he wasn’t even there, like the Matt I knew had vanished.

"No, no, Matt please. You don’t mean that. I know you don’t. You know what she’s like!" tears welled up, blurring my vision as I pleaded with him, trying to reach the person I thought I knew.

"I do mean it." His words were ice, freezing me in place. "Whatever happened between us.. it was a mistake. It’s over, Y/n. You should go back to him, and I’ll go back to her."

I wasn’t sure if I was going to vomit right there in the bathroom or pass out. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could he say that after everything he knew about Alex? After everything we went through together? Skating, the kiss, the walks on the beach, fucking hell we’ve even slept together. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I realized I needed to leave. Now.

“I need to leave.” I managed to choke out, my voice breaking with tears burning down the sides of my face. Without waiting for a response, I turned and stumbled toward the door, my heart aching with every step, the weight of Matt’s words and the turmoil inside me making it impossible to think clearly.

Matt’s POV

The look on Y/n's face taking in my words was like a dagger to my heart. The hurt and confusion in her eyes were almost unbearable. I had been too blunt, too harsh. The guilt of what I’d just said weighed heavily on me, and I knew I needed to make things better.

I rushed out of the bathroom, my heart pounding. I needed to find her and apologize, but she was already gone. The party was still in full swing, and the crowds were too dense for me to spot her easily. Panic surged through me as I realized just how alone I was in this moment.

I sprinted up to the third floor, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to spot her from a height. Bursting out onto the balcony at the back of the house, I took in the view of the garden. The night was dark, and the lights from the city below flickered in the distance, but there was no sign of Y/n on this side of the house.

I walked along the edge of the balcony to get to the front, my mind racing. I had to find her. I had to make things right. I looked out at the winding roads and tried to calm my racing thoughts. 

Y/n’s POV

I needed to get out of that house and away from everything and everyone. I pushed through the crowds of people, feeling overwhelmed by the noise and the stifling energy of the party. My heart was pounding, my breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as I navigated through the crowd.

Once I finally reached the front door, I pulled out my phone, desperate to order an Uber to get as far away from this place as possible. My hands were shaking, my eyes a blur from the mixture of tears and alcohol in my system, making it difficult to navigate the app. My fingers fumbling across my screen as I selected my location and requested a ride. I instantly got confirmation from a driver for my trip. I left the house and stood outside, trying to steady my breathing as I waited for the car to arrive. The cold air helped clear my head a bit, but the ache in my chest was still raw. I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had spiraled out of control so quickly.

I paced back and forth on the road, replaying the conversation with Matt in my mind. His words stung, and the reality of his decision hit me harder than I’d expected. I’d been so sure that he and I had something special, but now it seemed like everything was falling apart.

Matt’s POV

As I stood on the balcony, scanning the winding roads below, I saw a figure running out of the house. My heart sank as I realized it was Y/n. She was pacing back and forth on the road, her movements frantic and erratic. It was clear she was struggling to calm herself, and the sight of her broke my heart.

I wanted to go to her, but I was afraid she’d be gone by the time I reached her. I was momentarily distracted by the headlights of approaching cars, the bright lights and the noise of engines roared through the night, adding to the chaos of the moment. I felt a surge of panic as I saw her standing so far into the road, I needed to get her attention.

Y/n’s POV

"Y/N!!!!" I hear my name being shouted in the distance, and I turn to see Matt standing on the third floor balcony.

"Speeding car" he yells, his voice urgent and full of panic.

It wasn't the time, but I couldn't help but let my feelings spill out. "Matt, I don’t know why you’re doing this now. I wanted to tell you I loved you because I thought you did too bu-"

"NO!! Y/n, get off the road!!" Matt interrupts me, his voice tinged with desperation. But it was too late.

Matt’s shouts seem distant, almost swallowed by the roar of the engine behind me and the rush of wind. The world feels like it's closing in on me, the reality of every situation hitting me all at once. In that split second, everything slowed down - the deafening screech of tyres, the blinding lights, the realization that it was too late, that I couldn’t move, couldn’t save myself.

And then, 

Nothing.

a/n: sorry

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[jazz-the-writer]

The fact that i have to type this all out as I go is gonna be the bane of my existence but @skz-lover21 is so sweet to me 😭 idk why I’m literally no one here. Just an old amateur writer who came back to it cause of skz.

Name(s): Jazz.

It is my nickname and the name I’d like to use as a writer.

Pronouns: never been one for them, but I’m a she/her please don’t read into it. I’m just being honest here, don’t wanna get people upset. Truly be whatever you want or whoever you want I’m no one to stop you or criticize you.

Star sign: Aquarius ♒️ IN and I share that in common and I see it so much in him. We’re also 2 days apart from each other. Just birth DAY s apart. I’m three years older than him. Chan and I are closer in age but I’m from 1998 like Minho.

#of siblings & fun facts about them(if you have any): all together there’s 5 of us including me. I have three older siblings and one little brother. Fun fact about my favorite sister (yes I have one, long story that involves family drama that has long since been over with) she is a very talented dancer and wanted to be a mortician before she birthed her first child. She’s now a mom of three and basically my mom too.

#of pets: two dogs (technically they belong to the kids but I am the aunt who takes care of them basically)

Fandoms: I’m an old fan girl. I will not bore you the other dead fandoms that lay in my graves. For now my current fandoms are Stray Kids, and (G)-idle

I can’t really say I’m fans of other groups but I do appreciate TXT songs and some of enhyphen. Honestly I might be just 26 but I have so much to worry about day to day I can only think so much about kpop groups and I know myself too well . Lesson learned with skz cause once I fell I hit the ground HARD. So I am being so careful to not fall for another group. Sorry it must be done 😔.

Favorite color: Forest Green is a color I really love looking at. I like the deep colors in a forest or just trees in general and it just feels so calming to look at them.

Favorite Song: at this moment “Cover Me”, because it hurt me so good when I listened to it. I always find myself listening to “Silent cry” a lot too and “Sorry,I love you” is ALWAYS a go to for me. Honestly Andy Stray Kids song that is basically heart breaking or like the sweetest sad song ever…that’s it… that’s me… cause even “Scars” and “Side effects”… you know what you see???? This is what happens to me. IVE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR 2years … I can’T ok honestly I don’t feel worthy ever when I’m writing SKZ fan fiction and the only reason I do it is because my kpop Bestie basically demands it and at the same time praises me more than I deserve probably.

-I am so sorry by the way there is no need for all this extra information. I go on tangents. I’ll try to stop-

Hobbies: honestly… sleeping, binge watching anime, reading webcomics, and writing (that last one is a lie)

Favorite Holiday: I don’t think I have a favorite holiday but my favorite season is winter ❄️ you could say Christmas I guess.

Do you have any partner(s)?: no, have been single for over 2 years and I am honestly pretty happy with that. Although I have a habit of hitting on my kpop bestie when I have a chance. It is mutual and most of the time we’re joking about it, to the point we question it, but I think we just really love each other and wanna show how much we think the other deserves to be complimented. I’m sorry I said I was going to stop this and I’m not doing it .

Anything extra you wanna share:

I feel like I already shared a lot… maybe too much. Idk. Yes I did type all of that out. Praise me. lol I’m kidding. Ummm. I guess if you wanna check out my blog? I have currently 3 finished Fan Fiction’s. Felix, Bang Chan and Minho are the first three I wrote about and finished. I currently have too many ideas in the drafts right now that need to be written and edited. Hopefully I can finish some time soon. I’ll try. Umm thank you? I don’t really care if you follow me but if you do read anything I wrote I’d appreciate it if you’d leave a heart on it ♥️ thank you.

Tags… I um… I’m just tagging everyone I follow 🥲 @wonluvr19 @go-saeng @heart-eyed-angels @chanrizard

here's a little get-to-know-you tag game!

tagged by: @edgymcgoth

name(s): lili :)

pronouns: she/they (anything tbfr)

star sign: gemini

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any): a younger sister

# of pets: none :(( i love animals though!

fandoms: hmmmm skz, shinee, exo, dkz, onlyoneof, ateez, blitzers, enhypen, txt, etc.

favourite colour: black.

favourite song: oasis by exo or nothing on me by kai

hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, composing music, etc.

favourite holiday: christmas, even though i don't celebrate it

do you have any partner(s)?: it's complicated

anything extra you wanna share!: let's be moots :))

tags : @foxilsdenn @staygaybaby @palindrome969 @skz-lover21

[purple-babygirl]

This might be kinda specific…. I thought of the whole thing but you’re the only one who can do it justice, your soft daddy!bucky x reader is the most precious thing ever 🥺💜💜

This is just fluff. Reader & bucky having breakfast, he made her favourite cinnamon french toast & is letting her eat by herself like a big girl while he reads the newspaper & eats his own breakfast. And while he’s reading, he scrunches his face like this (including references):

And reader hasn’t ever told him before but she LOVES when he does this (because he does it quite often without realising).

So she’s giggling with a mouthful of food & he’s amused & asks her what’s so funny. (she’s gonna finish chewing before she answers coz she’s a good girl 😌)

Maybe she points to his face & says “you’re pretty” & when he laughs she uses her fingers to scrunch his face again & tell him “like this”…maybe drags him by his hand to the mirror and shows him what she means by scrunching her own face & they’re both giggling & lots of bunny kisses & bucky realising how many of his quirks she picks up on & loving her even more for it 🥺🌟

I’m sorry how this sounds but it had kind of already spiralled in my head before I realised I needed you to write it 🥺🥺 Pls take your time & switch around anything you need to…the main request is just reader showing him how much she loves it when he scrunches his face.

& If you wanna do more than just fluff I would happily understand 😏🥺

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 1,670

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff and then more fluff (i went for the arm when i wasn't asked to)

A/N: Aqua love, thank you thank you thank you for sharing this perfect idea with me; this is the best, cutest and loveliest thot anyone's ever blessed me with🥺💜💜 I loved every second of writing this and I hope it's close to what you were thinking and that I didn't disappoint you I'm so nervous I'm gonna scream. I love you💜 Please enjoy xx💜

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daddy's pretty

Bucky smiled fondly at his sweet girl when she brought the fork to her mouth once again. She was eating by herself today. Daddy let her after she’d reassured him she was a capable, big girl. It helped that Bucky made what he called cinnamon French toast nuggies, where he cuts up the toast in smaller cubes instead of serving her the whole thing to work through by herself. Bucky was too cautious to have her deal with a knife.

She looked so cute trying to keep the cinnamon sugar-dusted toast square on the fork as she enjoyed the tasty French toast Daddy had made her.

He took a sip of his coffee, turning his stare back to the newspaper in hand. Bucky was focused on the words he was reading when he heard a sweet muffled giggle.

Amused at the sudden sound, Bucky flipped the paper away from his face and asked with a grin, “What?”

He awaited her answer as his thumb wiped maple syrup from underneath her lip. Bucky didn't realize, but he'd scrunched his nose again when he was cleaning the sticky syrup off her skin and she giggled again with a mouthful of toast while he licked his thumb.

“What's so funny?” He laughed too.

She continued chewing her food, wanting to swallow before answering Daddy because she was a polite, well-mannered baby doll.

“You're so pretty.” She grinned lovingly, pointing to Bucky’s face as she tilted her head.

It took him by surprise and he might've even blushed a little at the compliment. Pretty wasn’t a word Bucky was used to being called.

“Yeah?” Bucky chuckled and she nodded.

“Mmm, like a bunny.”

“Like a bunny?”

“Like dis,” her hands went to touch his face but Bucky stopped her.

“Woah woah, where do you think you're going with those hands?” Bucky chuckled, holding her wrists.

“Gonna show you, dada.” She made grabby hands at his face.

“Right, but what do we have to do first before touching?”

She thought for a short second, “wash our hands?”

“That's right, doll.” Bucky kissed her cinnamon-stained fingers.

“Because I ate by myself because I'm a big girl.” She nodded confidently, making him smile bigger.

“Exactly! Such a smart little baby.” Bucky ruffled her hair as he got up to take his mug to the sink and she giggled shyly before running to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

~

After she’d washed her hands and Bucky had cleared the table, she insisted on dragging him before the large mirror in the bedroom so she could show him exactly what she was talking about.

Bucky took a seat on the floor with her on his lap and tenderly kissed her cheek, “so you think daddy's pretty?” his thumb and index held her chin.

“Yes, dada's so so pretty!” She affirmed, “like dis.” She placed her index and middle by the wrinkles at the end of Bucky's eyes and her thumbs at his jawline, “liiiike dis,” She whispered to herself as she brought her fingers closer, squeezing Bucky's face to try and mimic the face scrunch he does. She was focused, biting on her lower lip as she tried her best to recreate the face scrunch.

Bucky remained quiet for a second, admiring her while she played with his face before playfully turning to the side and roaring, pretending to bite at her fingers.

She squealed, quickly removing her fingers and cradling them in her other palm, “dada!”

“Sorry, doll, you're too delicious I couldn't help it. What was that?” He kissed her nose, his palms rubbing circles on her back.

“Dada, I was tryna show you how you're pretty like a bunny!” She whined, biting a smile, deeply blushing at Bucky's words. She was so adorable.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Show me now,” he said, raising his hands up in defense with a smile.

Bucky slipped his hair behind his ears and she cupped one cheek again, testing the waters.

“Your hand is too cold!” He faked a hiss and she removed her touch.

“Quick, we need a kiss to the cheek to warm it up!” He told her seriously and she laughed.

“Hey! A kiss, stat! We're losing the cheek.” Bucky shook her by the shoulders. She giggled even more before pecking his cheek.

“What was that?” he nearly pouted.

“Kiss.”

“That was too tiny it doesn't help! Doll, gimme a real kiss.” Bucky held her closer, hands on her back as he offered her his cheek.

She smiled big and smooched his cheek in a loud kiss, making herself giggle.

“And one more,” he asked and she pressed three little kisses instead, enjoying the way Daddy’s stubble tickled her soft lips.

“Good girl.” Bucky went to smooch her cheek as well but she pulled away after the second kiss.

“Dada, lemme show you!” She dragged her words out as she cupped his jaw.

“Okay, alright. Show me what you want, doll.” Bucky straightened his back, finally paying attention to the mirror as she pulled his features together once again.

“Hands are too cold still, now you have to kiss all over daddy's face to fix it.” He shrugged playfully.

She sighed but kissed his nose and Bucky involuntarily scrunched it up.

“There! Like dis, dada!” She pointed but Bucky has already unscrunched his nose.

“Like dis, look,” she instructed, scrunching her own nose upwards as best as she could.

“Oh that!” Bucky exclaimed in realization, laughing aloud at her cute imitation.

He didn't even know he did that, let alone that he did it so often. His baby doll was so attentive and amazing.

She nodded with a soft, admiring smile as her hands held his cheeks again, “so pretty, dada.”

“You’re prettier, doll.” Bucky rubbed his nose on hers, kissing above her lips and she giggled.

He didn’t think it was possible, but Bucky loved her even more now that he realized it wasn’t only him that picked up on cute things the other mindlessly did. He couldn’t help but wonder how much stuff she noticed that he didn’t.

“And what else, baby doll?” Her smaller hands were still playing with Bucky’s cheeks.

“What else?” she asked, tilting her head, pressing her thumb to his chin dimple.

“What else do you like about daddy? What else is pretty?”

If Bucky appeared needy he didn’t care. He was ready to revel in the fact that he seemed to hold and reserve her attention even when he didn’t know it.

“Daddy’s arm!” She answered right away, no hesitation.

“R-Really?”

Bucky has never thought of his vibranium arm as ‘pretty’. It was a weapon for the longest time and now it was just a fake limb he needed and so learned to live with. It was stiff and cold and secretly made Bucky feel like a robot every time it whirred. What was pretty about that?

She nodded, her hands leaving Bucky’s face to bring his arm from around her. She rested the metal hand on her lap and softly pushed the fingers open, intertwining them with hers.

“What’s pretty about it, doll?” Bucky’s voice was low as he tried to stay composed, not wanting to get emotional already.

“’S so cool and shiny an' so strong; keeps me safe,” she counted for him, the tips of her fingers rubbing the inside of his vibranium palm. “Keeps me cool in summer. Love when dada lets me hold it so I can sleep.” Bucky chuckled at that, his flesh thumb stroking her cheek softly.

“You’re not bothered by the sounds it makes?” Bucky asked, moving his arm so she could hear what sound he was talking about.

“No. I love ‘em.” She held Bucky’s wrist to her chest and hugged it. “I know dada’s looking for me in his sleep when I hear them at night.”

“It wakes you up?! Doll, I’m sor-”

“No, dada. I like it. Lets me know to get closer to you,” she reassured Bucky, kissing his black and gold knuckles as she tightened her hold around the arm, making Bucky's eyes go teary.

“My god, I adore you.” Bucky shook his head with a chuckle, releasing his arm from her grasp and wrapping it around her to bring her to his chest, “you’re too good to me, doll.”

Bucky could never have enough words to describe the true depth of his love for her. This treasure of a human being who woke up every day choosing to be his. This kind, pure baby who saw the best in him. She owned Bucky and he hoped she knew.

She smiled timidly in his hold and Bucky kissed her forehead, “the best baby doll ever.”

He pecked her nose and she blushed, “the sweetest little thing on earth.”

Bucky kissed the corner of her mouth, “so beautiful and so good for me.” He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, making her close her eyes.

The way she gazed at him when she opened them again made Bucky all warm and fuzzy inside. She was the most precious little one and she still looked at him like he made the sun rise every morning or gave birds the ability to twitter. She looked at Bucky and saw nothing but goodness and beauty to be admired.

Whatever he thought was a quirk she thought it was what made him pretty. He saw years of violence and murder in the dark reflection of his arm, but she saw her safety and protection. She saw the angel wings behind his demon and the exquisiteness buried underneath damage and distortion. She saw him for him and she much-loved all of it; appreciated all of it.

“I love you, dada,” she said softly, wrapping her hands around Bucky’s neck and kissing his jaw.

I know and I still can’t believe it, Bucky wanted to say.

He pressed their foreheads together instead, rubbing his nose on hers again “I love you more, my doll.” Bucky’s smiling lips brushed hers, “I love you.” ~~~~ Tags: @harrysthiccthighss @tinystudentfirepurse

[pippytmi]

Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

“Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.