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[cutielando]

brazil, my heart | m.v.

synopsis: in which Max finally makes a statement during the Brazilian GP

a/n: based on this request!

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Your lip was stuck between your teeth as the whole garage waited anxiously for the start of the race.

The weather had kept everyone on their toes ever since the Sprint race had finished, and it seemed to be set on continuing to do so during the race.

Frankly, it wasn't something that you were very much keen on.

You were very tired, having woken up at 5 am to join Max at the track for the early Qualifying session from 7:30, you didn't want to take a nap after Max was done with Qualifying so you could talk to him, but now you were slowly starting to regret it.

Your nerves were stretched thin as you anxiously watched the 5 lights turn on one by one, your heart jumping in your ribcage once they went out and everyone lunged forward.

"Max up to P11" GP's voice suddenly rang through your headset, making you finally let out a sigh you hadn't realized you had been holding.

Max had long ago come to an agreement with his race engineers to do his best to keep you in the loop with regular updates because he knew you sometimes got too nervous or scared to actually watch the race.

The weather really didn't help your nerves, either.

You were always afraid for Max in dry conditions, but seeing him race in this rain and with the low grip level on the track, let's just say you were gonna have a lot more gray hairs by the time the race is over, which feels like a lifetime away.

Wet racing was often known to be one of Max's best conditions for racing, but it also meant more dangerous conditions.

Seeing the spray that the cars would leave behind, just having to imagine having to drive at such high speeds with water in your face, barely able to see anything, desperately trying to keep the car on track. There was no room for any mistake, no matter how little.

You trusted Max and his abilities, but that didn't mean you weren't still gonna be worried out of your ass for him.

"Red flag. Max is coming into the garage" GP's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, your stance immediately perking up at the sound of the news.

You waited until the cars had come into the pitlane to take off your set of headphones and make your way outside of the garage, anxiously waiting to see your boyfriend emerge from his car.

The moment you had laid eyes on him coming towards you, you hurriedly started walking over to him, not caring about any of the engineers or frankly anyone else from his team.

You only cared about making sure he was okay.

Just to ease your mind and worries.

"Hey babe-" Max barely got a word in before you jumped straight into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

He grunted, but returned the tight hug, careful not to squash your head with his helmet.

You buried your head into his shoulder as best as you could, your heart racing as you finally felt him under your fingertips, okay and all in one piece.

“I’m never joining you at the track for another wet race ever again. I’ve had 4 panic attacks until now” you said, half joking and half telling the truth.

Max laughed, his arms tightening around your waist.

He knew how much you worried about him every time he would get into the car, and he also knew how much you hated the wet races. And he couldn’t blame you, but he was the best in those conditions, so you had nothing to worry about on his end.

“Is it that bad?” he asked, looking at his engineer over your shoulder who gave him a short and worried nod.

“It’s worse. I don’t know how you guys can see the track in front of your eyes from all that spray” you said, slowly letting go of him and stepping back from his arms.

Max pulled up his visor and smiled at you, the crinkles by his eyes telling you everything you needed to know.

“Hey, I’ve got this. Don’t worry about me, I’m driving the race of my life out there and everything is okay. I love you and I’ll come back to you in one piece” he said, holding our face in his gloved hands.

You bit your lip and studied him for a little while before nodding, giving him one last hug before he was pulled away by his engineers to go over data.

Running a hand through your already disheveled hair, you slowly made your way back into the garage, occupying your seat and putting your headphones back on.

Half more of this torture to go.

♡♡♡♡♡

The tears were falling down your cheeks before you could even think about stopping them, before the race was even close to being over.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could imagine what was going on behind Max's helmet, what feelings were going through his mind as he was leading the race towards victory.

Those last few laps seemed like they were taking forever, but then he finally crossed the finish line and took the checkered flag in first position.

You didn't think it was possible, but a new wave of tears started falling down your eyes, sobs racking through your body.

"P1, He's done it, Y/N" GP's voice rung through your ears, but you didn't care for any of it.

The only thing you cared about was seeing Max.

You got up from your chair and put the headphones on a table in front of you, your legs carrying you fast towards where his car was parked.

"Max!" you yelled just as he took off his helmet, his smile radiating as he started walking towards you.

You didn't waste a second before you flung your arms around his neck and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as Max squeezed you close.

"I did it" he whispered into your ear, the smile evident in his voice.

You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you clung onto his body.

"I'm so proud of you" you murmured, pressing little kisses on his neck and his cheek.

Nothing could ever beat this feeling, being right there in your arms after winning a much-awaited Grand Prix.

Nothing could be better than that for him.

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

Hey ! First of all I just wanted to say that your writtings are great and I love the way you describe Miguel, it's perfect ❤

Is it possible to request something for him ? The reader is a new recruit at the Spider-Society and since they met Miguel they try to help him with the spider society, support him, take care of him. Reader's presence brings him calm and Miguel realizes little by little that reader has become a sort of anchor for him, that he wants to keep the reader by his side. Scared to lose them, Miguel ends up telling them how he feels (and the feelings are reciprocal).

(This man need some kindness and love)

Thanks you in advance hun ❤

Gosh this was so sweet 😭😭😭.

If you let me

Word count: 1200

Had this song on loop as I wrote this haha

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His eyes were burning, the yellow light from his screens were getting nauseating now. He needed another dose of his serum, that regulated his instinct and helped him not turn him into an animal once in a while.

But it was the soft sound of a coffee cup being placed next to his arm that startled him. The smell of a fresh brew wafting to his nose made him feel at ease and refreshed. Before he could thank the person, he turned to see you leave giving him a soft smile as you balanced another tray of cups in your hand.

You were the new recruit but that was months ago. Now you were a regular presence around his office and it struck him, how often he thought of you. He didn’t know you knew his order. He turned the cup, to see a sentence scribbled on it.

Everyone knows your order. Your face is on a burger, did you know that?

He laughed quietly as he rubbed his eyes before reclining in his seat for a break. His lips touching the edge of the cup to feel the warm drink seep through his system. It was the same way in which you had infiltrated into his life. Soft and slow. And now he was addicted to it.

The lab closed up for the day but he was still here. He didn’t particularly like going back home. Because what was the use? He couldn’t sleep and his mind would still be awake thinking about the work he needed to do the next day.

But in the silence and the hum of his computer, he drifted away to the nights you had kept him company. His secrets spilling out from him in soft murmurs, a hidden confidence in the comfort he felt around you, to let you in to where his wounds had left him dead. With you keeping watch, he slept blissfully, his dreams often in gardens as he lounged about to look at blue skies and orange trees with you by his side.

He inhaled deeply to stretch his arms to mask the irritance with having to be away from you for so long. But as he arched his back, he felt your hands trial up his shoulders. To slowly massage the tension away from his neck and his eyes fluttered to a close. To fall into your touch, humming with content.

You let him tilt his head back, to rest it on your abdomen. But when his eyes opened slowly, his soft gaze was on you. You looked down at him and paused because these moments felt too brief when you wanted them to stay this way forever.

You let your fingers pull back his hair gently to reveal his forehead, to then lean down to place a tender kiss.

He felt the shape of your lips mark his skin like a tattoo he would love to keep. But along with this feeling of bliss came a sense of fear. That as much as he wanted this, wanted you, he was sure that it also came with the possibility of losing you.

The uncertainty was killing him, more so because if he had a sliver of a chance to have a future with you, he would risk it all, again.

He groaned, why couldn’t he ever learn his lesson?

But you worried about him and if he only let you to share his burden, you would do it gladly.

“What’s the matter?”, you asked as he pulled away from your touch.

“You can’t help me with this one.”, he mumbled as he aimlessly clicked around his screens. Until, you were in his sight again.

“Why?”, he heard you ask, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Because…”, he looked away, fear wrapping it’s wisps around his throat.

“I always want more than what I have.”, he sighed pressing the bridge of his nose.

“What do you want?”, you asked, your eyes briefly flitting to his lips. You wanted to kiss away that frown.

The answer on the tip of his tongue, he pursed his lips, afraid that it would slip out. And if it did, it might destroy this, this closeness you had with him.

“What if I told you I like someone?”, he approached the matter slowly.

“Oh.”, you sounded deflated. But for his sake you tried to make it sound like it didn’t bother you.

“Then I would tell you, I’m happy for you.”, you lied and watched as his focus pinned you down.

“Really?”, he asked, to which you nodded.

You wanted him to stop, so you could bow out gracefully, to not let him see your tears.

“What if…”, he began strongly, his voice holding an element of tension in it, like the way you were holding your breath.

But his fingers found yours, to softly pull you in, because if he held onto you, like a ship does to it’s anchor, maybe he would have the courage to finish that question.

You walked between his outstretched legs but your gaze was on his fingers intertwining with yours, afraid that your eyes will tell him the truth if you looked at him.

“...I told you that someone, was you?”, he whispered and your eyes shot to his. His face held tight in expectation. That whatever you said now held the power to either destroy or uplift him.

“Then”, you began and he held onto your every word.

“Then.”, he whispered along with you.

“I would say,”, you said as he hummed, pulling you closer as though you were his resting place.

“that I’ve harboured feelings for you too.”, you told him and heard him sigh with relief as he placed his forehead on your chest. As though merely waiting for your answer had been an ordeal.

The sadness disappeared and in it’s place was a joy you couldn’t quite explain. Because here, in the hidden cover of his lab, you were his and he was yours and nothing could break that.

You relaxed too, plunging your fingers into his hair as he breathed slowly as though he was preparing himself.

He lifted his head, to find your eyes because what he was about to do, he had only thought about it, dreamed about it.

His fingers crept up your back to hold the base of your neck steady, to guide you closer. Your heart began to beat rapidly but losing yourself in the feeling of this moment, what you had only seen in dreams was now a step away from being real. You followed his gentle pull, to when he finally placed his lips on yours.

You fell into his arms, climbing onto his chair to get closer as his arms rubbed the length of your back. His lips moving in sync with yours much like your thoughts manifesting themselves through your touch as you pulled him closer by his collar. His hands slipping into your hair to hold them back as he tugged on them softly, to get you to extend your neck so he could place a trail of kisses down it.

You didn’t want to leave him and he didn’t want to let you go, so in the hum of each other’s satisfaction and the soft laughter of joy, you stayed there, forgetting time as he mumbled in your ear, Spanish phrases filled with the depth of his love.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi:)

Cowboys are the only thing on my mind rn. Like I am down BAD for cowboys. But I got this idea…

Any yandere spiderverse character x cowboy reader 🤭

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about cowboy shtuff

A/N: I love your thinking!! This is such a cute idea, istg. I added two characters totally, enjoy my love <3

Hobie Brown:

He thinks you’re so badass and incredibly attractive. He finds your taste in style pretty unique and your western accent so fucking attractive.

If you wear a western hat, you can bet Hobie will tease you so much and often grab it off you, waving it above you to see how you’ll react. Nevertheless, he finds you cute with it on.

With your style of clothing, Hobie is the type to have something similar for the both of you to wear, so people know you two belong to each other. Hobie will likely give you a necklace, or a keychain to go around your belt loops.

Isn’t really all that interested in learning how to ride a horse, but he does enjoy seeing you ride – especially staring at your muscled thighs from behind. If you’re a Spider person, you can bet Hobie will jump on the back of your horse to check up on you before swinging off in the middle of combat.

If you have a ranch, he will try to help, but he ends up just messing with the cattle and making sure they do mischievous things; finding your annoyed state funny. But! He will help you groom the horses and feed the animals.

At your ranch, he’ll try to make a little competition with things – such as who can lift more hay barrels, feed the most animals, etc.

Will definitely go out of his way to buy sugar cubes or snacks for your horse(s), rubbing their chin and patting their neck. Probably has a superb relationship with them.

Loves to call you outlaw, (his) cowboy, dusty boots, and buckaroo.

Will sometimes poke at your accent, even though he loves it a lot. And yes, he will playfully correct your grammar when you say things a bit off.

Miles Morales:

Thinks you’re the coolest person ever. Loves your style, your accent, and everything you do. He has a sketchbook dedicated to you, colored in pretty Western colors.

If you have a horse, you can bet Miles will be mouth wide and immediately run up to the horse, trying to pet them and ask you all sorts of questions about them. By the time his rambling shuffles down, Miles realizes he’s probably overwhelmed the horse and asks what he can do not to scare your best friend so much.

Absolutely asks if he can ride with you, or if you can teach him how to ride. He’s a slow learner, but, with your guidance and reassuring comforts, he becomes more comfortable riding. Although, he does whine about his body hurting afterward.

Your accent is so attractive to him. He’ll be looking at you like you’re the world’s best singer when you’re telling a funny story.

You can also bet he’ll be going with you to rodeos, being the few people in the crowd who’s cheering you on very loudly.

Watches you in awe when you lasso things, especially him. Again, will ask if you can teach him to how to use a lasso and make one.

Doesn’t really say a lot of nicknames, but at times Miles will say: boots, mustang, and hoss.

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knife boots — part ii.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

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➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ salchow ❞ one of the easiest jumps; taking off from a backwards outside edge it's generally the first jump you learn as you add more rotations !

ii. zhongli plays matchmaker

“Fuck this shit. I give up.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve given up at least twenty times this session alone.”

Since meeting Chongyun, he's introduced you to his friends, Xingqiu and Xiangling. Xiangling often spends her time helping her dad in the kitchens when she isn’t skating, but Xingqiu has no problem sticking around the rink, making fun of you all day, and he's only known you for, what, a week?

You vaguely remember his older brother, a talented ice dancer whom you’ve also met at international competitions. Xingqiu seems eager to follow in his footsteps, as a blossoming skater in his own right. Although, you would like him better if he didn’t choose to bicker with everyone around him.

“It’s also the twentieth time I’ve fallen on a triple toe. Leave me alone,” you groan.

“Fine, just because I feel bad. But hey, at least you’ve nailed triple sal!” he says, attempting to cheer you up.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “In case you forgot, a triple salchow is worth basically nothing in singles.”

“Okay, fine. Then just do loops!” Xingqiu says, forgetting you can’t do triple loops yet either.

“I literally can’t—okay, you know what? Fine.”

...

Xiao can’t help but grimace on the inside every time he sees you land flat on your back. Or your side. Or even your face. Which is pretty often, considering you somehow keep choosing the same sessions to skate.

Not that he cares that much, but he’s fallen enough times to know how much it can hurt.

Although he has to admit, your resolve is unwavering. He’s not sure how you managed to fall on your 17th triple flip jump when you can’t even land a triple toe. He’s too caught up in watching you attempt your 18th when someone lightly taps his shoulder. He jumps.

“You know, it would not be above you to try and give her a hand,” says Zhongli.

“Isn’t that your job as a coach? Besides, she seems more intent on trying every jump before she can actually land one.”

“I’ve seen you standing here and watching more often than not. If you’ve noticed that, then why didn’t you just tell her?” Zhongli chides.

“I...” Xiao doesn’t have a good answer.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” Zhongli leaves with a smile on his face.

...

Xiao’s last straw is when you fall attempting a triple lutz.

As you sit there with your butt on the cold ice, contemplating your life choices, he skids towards you.

He sighs. “How many times are you going to attempt things that you obviously can’t do?”

You look at him wide-eyed since you haven’t really spoken to each other after that fucked-up first impression.

Normally you would have something better to say, but your self-esteem has been dwindling with each failed jump. Each time you hit the ice feels as if you’re proving him right.

“Not everyone can do things as effortlessly as you,” is all you can utter out.

Xiao scoffs. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I didn’t work as hard as everyone else to be here.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. But...I gave this sport my everything. Look where it got me,” you sigh.

“You mean winning Nationals, Grand Prix, Four Continents, and Worlds?” he says.

Now that was a surprise. Of course, you were still upset with Xiao after what he had said...but regardless, this was still Xiao Alatus. The best figure skater of all time—the skater you had looked up to during your entire career. Your younger self would’ve beamed with pride from the realization that Xiao had noticed you. “Wow, I didn’t know you were such a big fan of me,” you can’t help but tease, even if it was more like the other way around.

He gives you a glare, although the look in his eyes almost seemed...playful? Perhaps your eyes were playing tricks on you. “Yeah right. More like I was at most of those same competitions.”

You nod, memories of being in the stands with your teammates washing over you. “I remember...and you won. All of them.”

If only you knew that you had been cheering for him back then, too.

A sad smile takes over your face. “But the difference is that you kept winning. Meanwhile, I, like you said, lasted for what? One season?” you say, quoting his harsh words.

He looks away briefly before shrugging. “I was under the impression that you would be competing this season,” he replies.

What’s with the sudden optimism? “I was under the impression that you thought I sucked,” you reply back.

“You do suck.”

Pfft, that’s more like him.

You laugh, clutching your heart and feigning agony. “You wound me.”

Xiao rolls his eyes once again, scoffing at you. “I meant right now. But...you seem to forget you were doing quads and triple axels not too long ago.” He says the last part quietly, stringing the words together as if afraid to compliment you.

Not sure what to say or think of it, you give him a look. “Yeah, well, I’m barely doing triples and double axels now. What’s the use of competing like this?”

Crossing his arms, he responds. “Yeah, well, you have three months before the season starts. I’m sure the former world champion can recover at least a triple-triple combination before then.”

You open your mouth to speak. Then frown.

“What?” Xiao questions.

“Well...about that.”

Xiao is confused. “...Yes?”

“Snezhnaya.”

“What about it?”

Shoot. You’ve backed yourself into a corner. “I don’t know if I should tell you. I’m not saying their methods were good in any way, but sometimes I wonder whether I can actually skate the way I used to without them,” you admit hesitantly, hoping he doesn’t push for more.

“Methods?” Xiao’s expression becomes a stern one.

Shit.

“Um, yeah. Training methods,” you say, hoping for the best.

Now, Xiao just looks insulted. “I hope you aren’t insulting Zhongli’s methods.” Oh thank Baal.

“Of course not! He coached you after all. I wouldn’t have come here otherwise. I just don’t know if I have the...strength.”

“If you can survive whatever shit show Snezhnaya has going on, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he reassures. You know instantly that he’s talking about the long-standing rumors of the grueling training that the Snezhnayan coaches put their students through.

...They weren’t all wrong, unfortunately.

“That’s not—actually, well...nevermind. But that’s not exactly my issue.”

“Then what is it?”

You sigh. “I just...in Snezhnaya, everything is so structured. Our entire days—no, lives, are practically laid out in front of us. Without that sort of supervision, I feel like I don’t know what to do on my own.”

Xiao offers you no pity. “So, you’re lazy, basically.”

Talk about brutally honest.

You can’t even reject his claims. “Umm...yeah. Essentially I just...don’t know how to practice,” you embarrassedly admit. What kind of world-class figure skater can’t practice on their own?

Surprisingly, he nods in understanding. “I can tell. I was wondering why you would go from triple salchow to triple lutz,” he says.

“Right. Because we skate the same sessions...” An idea pops into your head. Whether it’s good or bad...well, you’ll find out.

“You should help me practice.” You blurt out.

“What?” Okay, maybe not a good idea.

“You...should help me practice. Since we skate the same sessions. And since you’re very obviously much better than me.” If he doesn’t say yes—

“Are you sure? I’ve been told that people think I’m an ass. Not exactly a ball of sunshine...” he quotes your words.

You grimace, remembering what you said. “Sorry, I might’ve gotten a little carried away there. But don’t act as if you weren’t the one being rude first.”

“I suppose I was rather harsh too.” His words shock you to the core. He almost looked sorry, too. How did he go from ignoring you all week to this?

“So...is that a yes?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Careful to hide your excitement, you offer him a smile. “I guess that’s better than a no.”

On the inside, though, you’re dying. Xiao Alatus might help train you.

...

Zhongli smiles, watching you two from the security footage in his office.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

STILLED (nsfw)

moiraine sedai x fem!reader

moiraine has been ignoring you in her search for the source during your stay with verin and adeleas sedai, but she makes it up to you. word count 1.3k

Moiraine had been ignoring you for weeks. 

Ever since she’d lost her connection to the Source she’d been distant. She hardly talked to you anymore, spent days locked up in her study and hardly came down. More often than not she would spend nights there as well, leaving you on your own. It felt like you were hardly together anymore. 

You tried being patient with her about it. You knew how hard it must have been for her, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help, but she wouldn’t let you. 

You’d tried talking to her about it in her office with her. She brushed you off, and you got upset, slamming the door behind you and leaving things between you in pieces, spending the rest of the day avoiding her as much as she seemed to be avoiding you. 

You laid in bed that night, trying to get to sleep but the memory of your confrontation earlier still haunted you. Only when you’d stormed out of her study had Moiraine really seemed to realize how upset you were with her, and while you were glad she finally understood it you were also victim to a thousand contemplations running through your mind arguing over if you’d been too harsh on her or not. You craved the mental silence of sleep, but it never came. 

The door to the bedroom opened, and you tensed. You were hardly awake anymore when Moiraine came to bed — if she came to bed. 

She slid into bed beside you. A fresh wave of hurt crashed over you, for you wished more than anything to turn over and curl into her embrace and never leave her arms, but still you had a point to prove and still you were upset with her — but it was hell to be mad at her. 

Moiraine looped an arm over your waist and sighed. You waited. For anything. 

“I know you’re awake,” she said. 

You were silent. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and you rolled over to face her. “I haven’t been fair to you.” 

“I just want you to talk to me,” you said. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but tell me something. I’m worried about you.” 

“I know,” she said softly, her hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. Your eyes fell closed for a moment, and you allowed yourself the comfort of her touch. “It’s been so difficult,” she said, and you opened your eyes. “I’ve hardly ever been without the Source. I don’t know who I am without it.” 

You nodded in understanding, holding her hand in yours. You didn’t give advice, there was none you could give, and you would never understand her pain, however hard you tried. You’d heard of Aes Sedai severed from the Source, and of the bitter end they’d all suffered. It made you fearful that the prospect lingered of Moiraine serving the same fate. 

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, and you were silent for a moment before responding. 

“You,” you said quietly. “Always you.” 

She watched you for a moment, contemplating your state before gently pulling you into a kiss. You relaxed into her touch, but giddiness spread through you — it had been ages since she’d been this attentive to you. 

“I’ve missed you,” you said when she pulled away, and she blessed you with a small smile, a rarity you would tuck away in your memory and treasure in her absence. 

She began to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping marks in her wake. She kissed up to the base of your jaw, and then pulled you in for another kiss. She dominated it, taking control over you in every way and guiding your movements to her satisfaction. You were in euphoria under her command. 

“Let me make it up to you,” she said once she’d pulled away. Her hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, resting at your waist. “Let me show you how much I want you.” 

You nodded in approval and quickly she took your shirt off, your pants following, until you were completely bare before her. She looked over you with reverence, and shyly you averted your gaze. She was still fully clothed above you, and it made you feel impossibly more vulnerable. 

“So fucking gorgeous,” she breathed as she watched you, quietly as if any sudden sound, any sudden movement would cause you to break. 

You pulled her into a kiss and one of her hands slid up to your chest. Her thumb circled your nipple and you moaned into the kiss, pulling her closer. You were growing more desperate for her by the second, and even when you parted you could hardly breathe so long as she was touching you, manipulating your body in every way she’d perfected. 

“My perfect girl,” Moiraine said, and her other hand slid down your abdomen to rest at your hips. Slowly her hand slid between your legs as she began to kiss your chest, and in desperation you whined, a speechless plea for her touch. “Do you need mommy to take care of you, baby?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, holding back a moan as her hand finally trailed between your legs. As she ran a finger through your folds you gasped — her hands were cold against you, not unpleasantly but enough to reveal how sensitive you were to her touch. 

“Stay still for me, baby,” Moiraine whispered as you began to squirm when she started to circle your clit. “You can be my good girl, can’t you? I know you can be mommy’s good girl.” 

You whined, moaning when she kissed you. You tried your hardest to stay still but she was making it impossible with the way she was fucking you, the way she had just slid two fingers into you with impeccable ease. Your hips bucked into her hand and your back arched slightly off the bed as you whimpered, possessed by the pleasure only Moiraine could give you. 

“Still,” she reminded you sharply. You moaned, your only comprehensible thoughts all circling around her touch, her commands, how euphoric every moment of this felt. 

She began to kiss down your sternum and abdomen, and through the pleasure clouding your mind you could tell what she was working to as she kissed down your body, but you stopped her, pulling her back up to you. 

“I want you close to me,” you murmured, breathless. “Stay with me.” 

In response she pressed a kiss to your jaw, a smile ghosting over her lips as she quickened the pace of her hand, eliciting a moan from you. You were close, you could feel release building within you that made your mind go blank and your eyes fall closed with the intensity of anticipation. 

“Cum for me, my love,” she purred, and it washed over you immediately. Pleasure like fire swept through you, claiming your entire body until you were lost in it, all of eternity collapsed into a single moment. Moiraine kissed you, and for a second longer it was prolonged, perpetual, before all at once it was gone and you collapsed into her embrace. 

“You did so well, darling,” she praised, and something akin to pride rose in your chest. She held you close, pulling you over so that your head was laying on her chest as the two of you laid in the comfort of your bed. 

“Stay here with me,” you said, repeating your phrase from only minutes ago, but you meant it. You had missed her indescribably, and only her love could save the possibility of the future. 

“Always,” she promised, and you believed that she meant it with your same enthusiasm. And in her assurance, you allowed yourself to relax in her embrace, your breath evening to a steady rhythm as you succumbed to the gentle grasp of sleep.

***

wheel of time taglist: @thepotatoislost @madamevirgo

[strwberri-milk]

On my way to Getting into your ask Queue>:3

This might sound personal but I want Angst/Comfort Cyno, s/o Prefer to wacth rather to play Tcg, they knows how to play it, but Prefer not too because always loses and although it's just a card game, shouldn't be taking it personally, but it's been swallowing s/o alive, slowly they become less confident and have cruel thoughts about how bad they are, so they always just throw the game.

But Cyno insist on playing a game with him so finally S/o accept but while in the middle game, she just want to get over with it, but Cyno will notice if she just throw the game, Reader knew they were going to lose, just as Cyno about to Finish, a single teardrop on the table. Without Realizing Reader had tears up as they blankly stare at their cards, not realizing Cyno finished his round. And when Cyno ask about are they crying, Reader immediately tried to play it off. S/o afraid to tell why they are sad because it would sound pathetic and maybe sounds like a sore loser, doesn't feel like it's a valid reason to be sad about.

I'm sorry, I honestly don't know why I ask this, it's just random ask. Feel free to ignore this. This is just me wanting comfort from my fav character, I tend to get upset at the smallest thing...

Cyno just wanted to enjoy a came of TCG with you. It's something you enjoy watching him play and he doesn't understand why you wouldn't enjoy actually playing with him. He knows you're aware of the rules as sometimes you'll help him out slightly or give him a suggestion.

When you finally agree he's happier than he shows you, shuffling and dealing the cards out with a speed you've never noticed before. You chalk that up to his excitement and you try to monitor yourself as he does so. There's a very slight chance you'd actually end up winning against him and you really hope that you won't end up getting upset when he does win because you don't want him to think any less of you.

It takes no time for you to realise that you've been backed into a corner pretty effectively by him and there's nothing you can do to redeem yourself. You can feel the way the anger and shame rise up in you, egging each other on in an awful loop. Your eyes drift down to the table you're playing on, not sure how you'll be able to speak to him.

Cyno's trying to draw your attention back to him, concerned about the way that you've gone totally silent You don't respond to him, barely looking up when he calls your name. He decides to come around the table, kneeling on the ground so he can get a better look at you without needing you to move. When he sees you're crying he brushes your tears away, trying to get you to talk to him again.

After some time and more tears you admit to him the reason for your sadness, shaking your head and telling him you know it sounds dumb and that he's going to make fun of you but thankfully he doesn't. Instead, he gives you a hug and tells you it's okay. He decides that the two of you should play together a little more often,. He'll help you deal with your feelings and also help you get better.

You aren't sure if it's a good idea but he's patient enough to give you the room to decide whether or not you want to continue playing w him. He's happy when you come up to him to ask if he wants to play with you, taking his time to make sure you're enjoying the game.

[havendance]

did you let me die in your arms in the time loop?

Since this isn't actually on the writing docket right now, you guys get the bullet point write up of what would've been this fic instead. (Someday I will learn my lesson about not making promises I can't keep while make tumblr fic polls)

(cw for time loop characteristic death, suffering, a brief mentions of suicide)

The Scenario: Dick, Tim, and Damian are investigating some funky magic happenings and end up fighting some magic user with a creepy basement

Dick gets knocked out by a magic spell and when he wakes up, he finds he’s stuck in the creepy basement. There’s a magic circle in the center radiating power; next to it are Tim and Damian, tied up.

The magic explains that since they interfered, the original spell became unstable. If it’s not stopped, it’ll collapse into a magic black hole that will eat all of Gotham. 

If Dick wants to stop the spell, he needs to kill one of his brothers.

There is a gun in his hand. (Why is there a gun in his hands? It’s dramatic)

Cue various emotional turmoil (gestures to the post that inspired this). In the end, there’s only one choice Dick can really make even though he hates it.

He shoots Tim, holds him as he bleeds out.

The spell dissipates, but then…

Dick wakes up. He is in the creepy basement. The spell in the center is going haywire. He needs to choose.

Dick kills Tim again, and again, and again.

(He is having a terrible time.)

He kills Damian exactly once. Watching him die is somehow worse than the familiar horror of killing Tim.

(Tim is also angry at him in this loop. In the loops where Tim dies, Damian is shocked and upset, but on a certain level, he also understands. In the loop where Damian dies, Tim feels betrayed.)

He kills the magic user out of frustration in one loop. He can feel the spell growing out of control, eating them up before he wakes up again.

Also, there’s the obligatory loop where Dick kills himself because he just wants it to end.

One loop, Dick doesn’t get up, he pretends to be unconscious. In that loop, the magic user makes Damian kill Tim.

There are more loops. Dick hates the way he’s becoming numb to the horror. The way that it’s getting easier and easier to kill Tim each time.

He kills Tim nearly every time. The thing about being a hero, the hard thing about the situation, is that he needs to make the right choice every time, or at least the least bad one. He doesn’t know what’s causing this loop. What if this loop is the last one? He can’t let Gotham be destroyed. He can’t let a moment of weakness make the last choice he makes the wrong one. So he keeps making the least bad choice even if he’s getting to the point that he’d let Gotham perish if it just meant it was over.

Dick wakes up, not in the creepy basement, but in Wayne manor, in his bed. Tim is sitting by his bedside.

It’s both a relief and terrible. Dick knows that when it counted, he made the wrong choice.

“Good,” Tim says, “You’re awake. Zatana said you’d be fine, but—”

Dick cuts him off. “Damian,” he says.

“He’s down in the cave.”

That’s where they must be keeping the body. “I’m sorry,” he says.

Tim realizes that something’s wrong. “No,” he says. “He’s okay. He’s fine.”

“Alive?” Dick asks.

Tim breathes. “Yes. I can call him. He’ll want to know you’re awake.”

“Please,” Dick says.

It turns out that the timeloop was the result of Dick getting hit by a “mental torture” spell of some sort when they were taking down the mage and it was all in his mind!

(It’s still all in his mind.)

Tim asks about it at some point, what happened. Dick tells him the basics, about how someone had to die. About how he had to choose.

“Did you pick me?” Tim asks.

When Dick looks at Tim, he sees him dead and dying more often than he sees him alive as he is. “Yes,” he says.

“Good,” Tim says.

And then they cuddle. The end.

[kamryn1963]

Summary: Hailey isn't doing well and Jay struggles to help.

Notes: Post 8x16 fic, after the whole Roy incident.

@angstober Prompt 12: Rotten Touch

It had been another sleepless night. Another one where Jay found her on the couch, hands shaking as she stared off into space. Another one where Jay sat silently beside her, a hand wrapped around Hailey’s shoulders until she came back to herself enough to move away. 

That has also been happening more often than not. Hailey was withdrawing into herself, away from Jay, away from her team, friends. 

Jay had tried to ask. That night and the other nights before. Since the night with Roy. Not like Jay knew what had happened, but he knew something had. 

Hailey refused to tell him, and refused to drag Jay down with her. This was her decision, her fault and she wouldn’t ruin Jay too. 

At that thought, Hailey shook her head, getting up and ignoring Jay’s worried look. She closed the bathroom door a little too hard, pulling her hair out of its ponytail and removing her clothes before getting into the shower. 

She didn’t bother putting the hot water on, knowing she deserved the cold. Hailey took the punishment willingly, as her gaze went down to her shaking hands. 

This was a constant, the shaking. 

Hailey just leaned back, letting the freezing water cover her until Jay knocked on the bathroom door and she realized just how long she’d been in there for. 

“Hail? We have to go soon”. Jay called and Hailey quickly grabbed for the shampoo, cursing herself for spacing out for so long. 

“Coming”. Hailey was almost thankful for a childhood of fast and cold showers as she was out and brushing her hair in five minutes. 

Hailey headed back to their bedroom, grabbing some hopefully clean clothes and ignoring the way Jay was watching her from the doorway. 

“Are you alright?” Jay asked and they both knew Hailey wasn’t going to answer honestly. 

She gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile, as she nodded still avoiding direct eye contact. 

“I’m good”. Hailey lied. 

She reached out to touch Jay, to grab his hand, but pulled herself away before she could, pushing past Jay to the kitchen. 

“Hailey”. Jay sighed, and she couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t let herself touch him. 

Her touch was rotten, tainted. 

“I’m fine, Jay”. Hailey didn’t mean to snap but she didn’t know what to do any more. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. 

All she saw when she closed her eyes was Voight with Roy, her shooting Roy. 

It played like a loop endlessly in her head and she couldn’t stop it, couldn’t turn it off. Some part of her had been broken that night but Hailey knew she had to keep going. For Jay. 

Jay didn’t push, knowing by now it would do more harm than good. He nodded and they both headed outside and towards the truck. 

The ride to the district was silent and Hailey could do nothing but think about everything she should’ve done differently that night. 

Everything that had haunted her in the last few weeks.

[philologique]

perpetually fascinated by how the thai series i've watched tend to translate vulgar intensifiers,¹ and specifically thinking about โคตร,² which i'm just gonna write as "kho:t" for the rest of this post (pronounced with an aspirated k or the 'ch' in 'loch' and an unreleased t at the end; the colon just makes the o long)

heads up that i don't actually speak thai and i'm not any kind of translator! just an english speaker with a pretty good ear who spends approximately two-thirds of all waking hours thinking about language. footnotes and stream of consciousness thoughts on ongoing phonological change(!!) in footnotes under the cut.

anyway! kho:t literally means ancestry, clan, descent, or lineage,⁷ but is used an intensifier that wiktionary describes as "slang, sometimes considered vulgar." ⁸

i think about thai intensifiers—and specifically kho:t—all the time in the context of episode 5 of bad buddy. pat's "it was so depressingly lonely for me" is the last pin you can hear drop before the dam breaks, but what he says is แม่งโคตรเหงาเลยเว่ย, (maeng kho:t ngao loey woey). which is a bit rawer? cruder? three of those five words (แม่ง,โคตร,เว่ย) are sometimes are translated as "damn," including just a few sentences earlier when pat says "while you were away, my life was so damn happy."

when i first watched bad buddy i didn't know a single sentence in thai, and i have no idea how any other choice might have hit me in that moment. but at least twice a week i wonder whether and how that translation choice might have affected the english-language bad buddy fandom. damn, it was so lonely. so damn lonely. so freaking lonely. so desperately lonely. so depressingly lonely.

of course, it was all of those things.

¹ Shout out to Methawee Yuttapongtada for their article, "Intensifier as Changed from the Impolite Word in Thai," without which it would have taken last-year-me months longer to tell what pat was saying. i was playing the audio of this scene on a loop in my brain and assumed that the velar fricative was a /kʰ/, but there are so many spelling options for word initial /kʰ/ and word final /t/ that i gave up experimenting with spellings and looked for english-language linguistic literature on thai intensifiers.

² Theoretically pronounced /kʰôːt/ but often (usually?) realized by young speakers in contemporary thai as [xôːt] or [χôːt], which is a whole other thing (that is vastly more interesting to me personally).³ ⁴ i feel like (at least gen z) speakers use a velar or uvular fricative in more or less free variation with an aspirated k, but i haven't come across any literature on it other than in descriptive studies of northern thai.⁴ ⁵ Either way kʰôːt rhymes with the "tô:t" in the thai word for sorry, which you'll probably recognize if you've watched anything in thai!

³ I know this is rough IPA lol. the unreleased diacritic looked weird on tumblr and struck me as unnecessary for phonemic transcription given that all word-final stops are unreleased. also i'm fine with just using the most commonly used latin-script tone diacritics for standard central thai. to me IPA's value is in precision and facilitating common understanding; i don't feel like any of that's lost by not using IPA tones here.

⁴ PHONETICS THOUGHTS re /kʰ/

I kinda think [kʰ], [x], and [χ] are in more or less free variation phonologically among most speakers today in all environments except before close/high front vowels—คิด is pretty much always [kʰit], and from watching a bunch of cooking shows 'salty' (เค็ม) seems to be not-quite-invariably pronounced with a [kʰ].

...but then i think boom used a fricative (possibly [ç]) when saying คิดอะไร at one point in last weekend's hidden agenda?? and 'okay' (โอเค) seems to have a fricative at least half the time i hear it. i would hazard a guess that if you did several hours of (ideally) informal linguistic interviews with central thai speakers of different ages: (1) everyone would have some velar or uvular fricatives, (2) the fricative /kʰ/ would be more common among younger speakers (vs older speakers) in all (syllable-initial) phonetic environments, (3) individual speakers would be most likely to pronounce /kʰ/ as a fricative before more open/low and back vowels and in true consonant clusters, (4) individual speakers would be least likely to pronounce /kʰ/ as a fricative before closer/higher front vowels, particularly /i/, and (5) speakers would be more likely to pronounce /kʰ/ as [kʰ] when they're paying attention to their speech, e.g. reading off a list of words in isolation—which takes us to:

SOCIOLINGUISTICS-ish THOUGHTS re /kʰ/:

I know i just talked about the phonological constraints and possible ongoing sound change for the phoneme /kʰ/ but i think it's super NOT free variation in practice, even before a vowel like /a/. this is just based on observation from contemporary dramas/cooking shows/interviews/songs (which is another thing i have Thoughts about), but i feel like at the moment it's largely a register thing that maps imperfectly onto levels of formality (and also friendliness? one hyper-specific almost-baseless hypothesis i'd like to test is that you'll hear more fricative /kʰ/ in constructions with the particle 'na' (นะ)). i would also guess that if there are any attitudinal studies on the pronunciation, they would reveal that most speakers view an aspirated stop as the "proper" way to pronounce syllable-initial /kʰ/.

i would love to look at whether /kʰ/ is realized as a fricative more or less often in constructions with certain particles, as an easy proxy for certain kinds of register. (i would also want to look at this with different first- and second-person pronouns, although so many of them are roughly gendered or would correspond to the relative age of the speaker and listener that it would almost certainly skew the results and might just tell us more about the demographics that are leading this phonological change! which is also useful!) ANYWAY if i win the lottery maybe i'll go back to linguistics for real bc i miss it desperately and want an excuse to study this 😭

re attitudinal research, I would really want to poll and have linguistic interviews with thai speakers of central thai as well as bilingual speakers of central thai and northern thai, isan/lao, and other tai and non-tai minority languages in thailand. i'm interested in questions about possible interference from those languages vs the extent to which speakers might emphasize differences between their respective minority languages and central thai (even where they may not exist) for the sake of maintaining regional/cultural identity through language (or something?? this is really poorly articulated but as an example i'm thinking about how my dialect of swiss german uses the same construction as standard german for the verb "to hurt" (Weh tun/Weh tue), but swiss german speakers think of "Weh tue" as a uniquely alemannic construction and instead use the word "schmerzen" when speaking/writing swiss standard german, effectively inventing a "german" construction that the local language can be in opposition to. see also fn 5 and 6 on northern thai below.)

⁵ Those studies note (if i recall correctly, this is off the top of my head lmao) that kʰr- consonant clusters in northern thai effectively drop the r and realize the k as a fricative.⁶ which. i'm not convinced this is uniquely part of northern thai so much as a productive phenomenon across central and northern thai that's just highly register-dependent in the standard language. (i would argue that at least the dropping of 'r's and 'l's from consonant clusters absolutely is just part of central thai phonology at this point. if being able to pronounce a consonant cluster—or a rolled r, for that matter—is a sign of ~good education or ~elocution rather than something that any subset of speakers learns as part of the spoken language when acquiring the language as children (which is possible, i just have not observed it), then—apart from the extent to which it conveys social meaning—i don't really think of it as a fundamental part of the language itself. this is maybe kind of a hot take lmao)

⁶ There was also a clip i watched—i think it was from the 1000 stars bts of khaotung trying to speak northern thai—where someone basically articulated that same rule to him, like "for ครบ just say /xop/"

⁷ From sanskrit, hence the silent r in the thai script.

⁸ I don't know nearly enough abt thai language or culture to meaningfully analyze the implications of that etymology or how โคตร might best be translated with minimal context. i'm guessing "damn" might be at about the right level of intensity/vulgarity as an intensifier, but it carries such explicit religious implications that i'm hesitant to use it?? i'm happy to let the translators and subtitlers make the difficult decisions while i just ponder stuff about sound change

[snarkylinda]

I’m very glad you’re talking about spencer being parentified because it feels like people sometimes gloss over it a bit? or maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places. if this isn’t something you do in you’re blog feel free to just. not respond but do you have any more thoughts or. idk headcanons on how that might have affected him as an adult?

Hi anon! To be honest I have no idea what is essentially discussed alot on the fandom other that a tiny fraction of it I expose myself to because 1#I am too tired and old to deal with fandom discourse about my blorbo, and based on my previous experience with fandoms I KNOW that the most popular the character, the bigger the discourse so haha no- 2# I joined in late lmao literally a couple of months ago, so I am super out of the loop just screaming to the void in desperate needs for someone to scream back 🤲🏼 do this kind of asks actually made me so happy agahagaha 🥰🥰 Buckle up bois this is LONG-

Ok now to those that might come across this and ask themselves what the hell does being parentified means, it's a broad term used for the phenomenon of (at best) a child sharing parental responsibilities due to x circumstance, or (at worst) downright having the parent/child dynamic completely swapped, with the child being the caretaker for the parent and household. You don't have to know deep CM lore knowledge to realize the latter is Spencer Reid to a T. Hell, they aren't even subtle about it lmao:

Btw parentification is often mixed in with abandonment and while they share the "child being forced to grown up" too quickly, the former is often distinguished by the fact that, more often that not as is this case, the parent still cares for them but are unable to do so how it should be (tho there are several cases where parentefication is an part of willing neglect, sadly) and added to the fact that they have to look after themselves- they have to look after another.

This is a really complicated, broad topic and I just mentioned this to go full disclaimer and that I don't blame Diana at all for how messed her son ended up since she can't help it- and to make a joke about how Spencer was abandoned and parentified. Also harassed. Guys he wasn't even 18-

Anyways but back to your question, how do I think that affected Spencer growing up....well in everything basically lmao

But I will take on two instances that had stood up to me the most: emotional management and hiding secrets.

The second one is easier: you would catch this man dead before he vents to you over something other than his shitty dad (that I find very funny tbh) and when he does is because he is at his limit and about to fucking cry.

Now don't get me wrong: we all are entiltde to our privacy. These are grown ass adults and they have lives outside of their working circle....

Right?

Haha we have an problem-

So yeah, Spencer kind of actually needs to rely on his co-workers because he has literally nobody else to rely on-

And yet

Oh here is the thing- Spencer is one polite boi but he is also blunt, if he doesn't want someone on his business he says so (look back when Alex discovered him and Maeve) this is literally "I wanted to tell you but I feel like I shouldn't"- this is not season 1 mind you, this is season 11, and yet here he was one of his oldest friends literally grabbing him by the arm and having to tell him it's never a bother- I am the only one fucking crying at this?

Excuses seems to come to Spencer like it's second nature- "sorry a tube on my apparment broke" "Oh I....I tripped!" "There was a lot of traffic so..." "I was watching an movie" and I am not am expert on USA's history or some shit, but Child Protection Services had been a thing since at least the 60s, so I don't think that a 10yo living alone with his mentally ill mother would have flown well- you get the idea.

I think this scene summarizes the whole thing perfectly

Get it? it's irony. (I love how Spencer is about to say something like dismissive "thank you" but because this shit hit too close to home to comfort he just gave a polite smile and walked away. That silence was LOUD) Because Spencer had always had done the former but the latter er.... :D

And it's not only when it concern Diane btw, any problem whatsoever Spencer would rather lock himself up (literally lmao) that sit down and talk about it- it's only when his bs is exposed and he can't refutage (like that little scene after Gideon's death when Rossi asks him if he had been there all night- he points out the fact he is wearing the same cardigan as the day before) that he opens up....or he runs away, which leads me to the second big point that I think shows how much Parentification fucked him up:

Spencer has the emotional maturity of a teenager.

I talk about this literally all the time so I'll be shorter lmao basically Spencer... has an issue- ok he has lot of issues- and that is the way he dislikes direct confrontation, so whenever he is hurt or angry he would rather be dismissive and passive-agressive that talk it out with the person- even going as far as turning away and storming out of the room.

(Here is the part where I put the screencaps but him storming off would be out of focus so lmao er.... Elephant Memory, Memoriam, Proof, a little part in 15x2 and The Gathering)

Now... I do think that a grown-ass man doing this shit is hilarious, like I love Spencer's bratty side so much lmao but it's an clear sign of someone that never learned how to deal with his emotions on a healthy way, someone that 6 out of 7 days of the week had to interiorize everything in and because of that holds on so much....resement, so much repressed anger but also without an stable force on his life to help him manage that- so we are left with an teenager trapped in an adult's body, loss at how to handle shit like he always did.

....And want to know the worst part about an Parentified boy onto adulthood?

That they don't know better.

[onyxedskies]

Why are you limping for m!ashez for the injury prompts? You can't expect me to request anything else lmao

If not ashez, then maybe Ashelix?

you can't present me with the option of ashelix and expect me not to take it but also i want to adhere to your request and so i raise you: ashezlix

also im sleepy so this is either gonna be utterly incomprehensible, disgustingly soft, or both

word count: 654

Felix had never been one to openly admit when he was hurt. He tried his best to hide it from his comrades, tried his best to go to his tent and tend to it himself. His friends attempted to catch on to any of his injuries before he did so - the potential of him hurting himself further was too high for anyone to be at ease with his plan, especially to Mercedes - but it didn't work as often as they would like. Felix had plenty of practice hiding his injuries, and he only got better by the day.

So when Ashe saw Felix struggling to hide his limp, he knew something was very, very wrong.

"Felix, why are you limping?" Ashe tried not to let the panic seep into his voice, but he doubted it worked.

Felix looked up at him with wide eyes and grunted. "I'm fine."

Wordlessly, Ashe looped his arm around Felix's waist, trying to support him. His frown only deepened when Felix didn't protest.

"We're going to the med tent," Ashe said, gently turning Felix in the intended direction.

"I'm fine," Felix said. "I don't need-"

"Yes, you do," Ashe said, firm but still gentle. "I'll carry you there if I have to."

Felix was silent for a moment, but nodded stiffly. They walked in silence, Felix clearly struggling despite Ashe taking more and more of his weight with every step.

The moment they got into the tent, Ashe helped Felix sit down on one of the beds and went to get a damp cloth and a vulnerary. Felix shook his head when he saw the cloth, wincing.

"The cloth won't be necessary," he said, voice strained. "It's internal."

Ashe inhaled sharply through his nose but nodded. He heard footsteps approaching, relief flooding through him when he realized it was Shez, frowning as he saw Felix sitting on the bed.

"What happened?" He didn't bother concealing his worry, immediately taking Felix's hand. Usually, Felix would have blushed or looked away in such a public setting. Here, he just gripped Shez's hand tightly.

Shez looked up at Ashe, clearly thinking the same thing. Whatever happened, it was bad.

"Do you know where Mercedes is?" Ashe asked.

"She should be coming here now," Shez said.

"Alright. I don't want to do anything without her guidance," Ashe said. "If it's a break, a vulnerary could only damage it more if it's not set correctly."

"Good call," Shez said.

Ashe sat beside Felix, grabbing his other hand and letting his head fall on his shoulder. "Do you want to tell us what happened?"

"Not important," Felix said, closing his eyes against the pain. "It'll be fine."

Seemingly right on cue, Mercedes walked in, eyebrows immediately furrowing at the sight of Felix sitting on an infirmary bed without putting up a fight.

"Do you want us to leave?" Ashe asked quietly. Felix squeezed his hand but didn't let go. Ashe smiled lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Okay. We'll stay."

Mercedes was able to troubleshoot the problem fairly quickly - a fractured femur, however Felix had managed that - and healing it was somewhat trivial. She drew curtains around the bed to give the trio some privacy when she was done, smiling at them.

"Better?" Shez asked quietly, still rubbing circles into Felix's hand. Felix nodded, energy drained from the healing magic.

"Do you want to take a nap?" Ashe murmured. Felix hesitated before shifting, going to lay down. He pulled Shez and Ashe with him, and the two shared a smile before lying next to him.

It was slightly cramped in such a small bed, but as he watched Felix relax enough to fall asleep quickly, sandwiched between the two of them, Ashe knew it was worth it. And as he glanced up at Shez and saw how soft his eyes were as he looked down at Felix, he knew he agreed.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I finished reading YAMQN 🧍‍♀️... It feels good but also not. Like you did it, you actually wrote it start to end and I was here witnessing it while unfolding. But at the same time there will be it no more (not counting the sequels). I will be re-reading it on loop, thanks

Let's go through the things I got right about the end then hihi

• oc shoving that dagger straight into gyu's heart

• oc bleeding in gyu's arms after getting pierced through the womb

• tyun watching her blood run while restrained by the neck and hands unable to do anything

• the general outline of that last conversation between oc and tyun

• wonyoung becoming a decent state leader

Aside from those things I must admit there were some scenes that came up quite unexpectedly. I did not expect oc to actually make friend, and it was actually quite interesting to see her realize that she was not the only woman with marital problems and also see the level of sacrifices those woman were making to keep their relationships standing socially while oc just impulsively threw it all to shit and made it everyone's problem - it really showed how sheltered and alienated she was her how life, how narrow and self-centered her world view has always been, and it was good to see her witness first hand her actions immediately bearing consequences to someone else. The smut scene following that happening was also interesting to read, but not in a joyful way... the way he just took it what she was doing to him despite not wanting and not enjoying it was truly sad (and served as very upfront reminder that he was also sexualy violated in the past), I felt genuinely bad for him and the fact that oc didn't pay it half a mind and just kept going as if it was nothing serious left me in indignation , specially considering how often she reminds him of the time she was violated by him. Another thing that struck me weirdly was tyun using the pearl necklace at his execution... you could say it's symbolic or poetic but it read as such a petty thing to me because, as far as he knew at that time, those was his last moments and he decided it was a good idea to spell it out to her and only her that "it's your fault I an gonna die here", wich is true but are you shure that's what you want your last breath to be dedicated to? Where was the honorable dignified man in you?Are you, tyun, really gonna use your last breath to provoke and guilt trip a woman you never had the courage to say you loved? Congrats, it worked, and now she is dead... happy now? Ugh

I must say however that Oc's reaction to Gyu saying he will get it right next time was quite funny... she was so done with everything, at this point she was preparing mentally to just die in peace, and there he comes announcing that was just the first chapter of the book. Poor thing was trash at some moments, yes, but i felt for her when she sounded pissed that she couldn't catch a break even in death.

~♡anon

i knooooow i can't believe i actually finished it and didn't abandon it at some point. the main reason i always felt in such a rush to write it is because i was afraid i'd lose the motivation and not finish it but here we are

you got so much stuff right babe i was so excited to tell you but couldn't (well except that one time lmao)

i mean she didn't impulsively throw it away. she had the right to since he raped her but yes it definitely showed her that the other women at least suffered a lot too and that's why everyone was telling her to shut up and take it. ofc it doesn't justify it but it explains it. funny thing is maybe if she had known this earlier she wouldn't have tried to run away lol

oc is very much a hypocrite when it comes to acknowledging what she's done to gyu and what he had done to him. like ofc she shouldn't just be glad he owns her but he did save her and her entire family and he gave her so much and treated her better than most other women (before it all went to shit--well even after that). he even offered to give up his title for her but she didn't want to give up the life she wanted (she had her reasons too and i sympathize with her but the point is she didn't really acknowledge it) and ofc gyu's rape. and here she is telling him to shut up and let her use him to make herself feel more in control and he just sits there and takes it and again she doesn't acknowledge it. yes she says that he'll do anything for her yadda yadda but she doesn't take into account the sacrifice of it

oh man the pearl necklace thing. i was in such a pickle about that. i was originally planning to have him wear the necklace like an eyepatch (like you suggested before) and for that to have pushed oc over the edge (i needed an extra nudge for her because she really really didn't want to kill gyu lmao) but i thought that with her being pregnant and married to gyu now, it just wouldn't make sense for tyun to wear the necklace in a way that would imply he has retains affection for her. so i thought about him wearing it around his neck to really drive home the point she's killing him. but i had the same reservation as you, in that it's not like him to be petty like that but i gave it some thought and i decided you know what, he can be petty. he threw a tantrum when he saw her wearing gyu's gifts and called them tacky (which, derserved, but you know), he sent her a message calling her a whore, implying he wouldn't have pursued her if he knew she was "ruined", he retaliated when she would confront him by belittling her and her emotions... so for that moment, as he was getting ready for his execution by his ex's lover, his ex that allowed herself to be impregnated by the man trying to kill him... yeah he was going to be petty. but yeah i definitely see where you're coming from.

oc was like "not this shit again" lol. i originally had oc being in favor of it and even her last words being "you better keep your promise" but as the chapters progressed i just felt oc's fatigue with all of it. she's tired of it all--tired of gyu's tricks, tired of fighting herself, tired of being made to feel like shit, tired of being used... she's just over it.

[elifalvey]

Elijah was about to speak up — his mouth was open and his hand was raised with a pointed finger and everything — when Aslihan's words caused him to promptly shut his mouth. God, he really shouldn't have found her so attractive when she was putting him in his place. He probably should push back a little more and continue their playful argument. But he honestly couldn't help it, the way his lips twisted up into a devilish grin as he looked at her in a way that let her know exactly what she was doing to him. He was just admiring her, really; if it weren't for the damn doctor's orders (which he already spent plenty of time cursing up and down) then he would have been doing much, much more than that by now. But because he couldn't . . . no, because he wouldn't, for her sake, he simply stayed put. Regardless of how badly he wanted to say to hell with the nursery project for the afternoon. "Mm, well, first of all. The 'potato thing' is just true, so you're going to have to accept it. She's a little potato with little potato sprouts for limbs. I mean, come on. All of those Instagram thingys you send me practically prove my point, love," he said as a matter of fact. "Second of all, me giving you the assisting pass can hardly count as helping in the grand scheme of things. I just . . . gave you what you needed. Forever ago. What influence do I have from all the way out here now, huh?" Truthfully, there was already pretty damning evidence that Elijah was having quite the influence on the baby already. If the way that she happened to kick more often when he was around was anything to go by and wasn't purely coincidental, that is. He had a feeling that he'd be eating his words soon enough. Which he wouldn't be able to complain about at all, really.

As much as he didn't want children before Aslihan came along, he found himself absorbed in thinking about their daughter now. In what parts of himself that he'd see in her, and what parts of his girlfriend that she'd have as well. The more he learned about it, the more fascinating it became to him — and, honestly, he was realizing how much of an idiot that he was for thinking that he didn't want kids in the first place. Once she was born and experiencing the world might bring on a whole new set of challenges, but at least for right now, he was fully embracing the journey in preparing for fatherhood. Which was another reason that the necklaces he had picked out were so important. He wanted to try and mend the trust that had been broken between them when he left, but he also wanted to show her just how committed he was to her. To them. It was a scary thought only because there was so much about Aslihan's health that was up in the air — so much that would be, for probably the rest of her life, and there was really no telling how long that would be — but he thought that he was ready to face that with her. To deal with that fear head-on and raise their baby girl, regardless of what would happen.

Of course, he hoped for a much happier ending than the path his mind often travelled to in moments like these, but there was a gap that uncertainty left that he was desperate to fill. That's what these necklaces were. And as she started to tear up, he couldn't help but do so as well. He's always been an emotional person, but his emotion only increased tenfold watching her. "I'm glad you like them," he said, his voice a bit wobbly. It got worse as she fastened the necklace around his neck, looking directly into his eyes and telling him that she trusted him. He didn't realize how much he needed to hear it so blatantly until that very moment. "Good. I . . . I-I intend to keep proving it, every day." He leaned into the kiss, and once he pulled away, he composed himself a bit more. He inhaled a big breath before he continued, "Every day. Every. Single. Day. I mean it, Aslihan. This is just for the days that I'm not here." His thumb looped under the chain to hold up the necklace and he laughed, letting it fall back against his chest. "I love you, so let's get this on you, then, yeah? Give it here." Instead of waiting patiently for her to hand it over, he took the jewelry box from her and untangled the one that was meant for her without much patience. He set the box down and looped his way around her so that he was facing her backside, and he spent a second making sure that all of her hair was out of the way before he put the necklace on. After the clasp was closed and it was resting against her chest, he dipped down to press a kiss to her neck. "Very gorgeous, just as I thought," he complimented easily, smiling cheekily against her skin before he pulled away and readjusted her hair again for her. "It's fucking unfair, really. How'd I get so lucky?" ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey )

While animals have always been a part of her life in one way or another, there'd only been one time in her life where she owned a pet. And sure, while Isis the horse had her own quirks, she hadn't at all been like how the cats are. The feline trio more than happy with running around and being menaces in their own right. Being wherever they please, playing with whatever they like, attacking her and Eli whenever they wish. Of course, she loves them with all her heart and could not wish for a life where they didn't have the cats. She couldn't even imagine such a thing. However, it was incredibly fun to mess with Elijah and act exasperated with such antics. Especially considering how much it amused the man and brought out his own set of dramatics. "I still can't believe you're insisting on this whole 'potato' thing!" she shot back playfully, shaking her head. Her eyes narrowed at him, though her love for him never dimmed. "Right, and who was it that helped give me the most important 'ingredient', hmm? I may be the one cooking her, but you certainly helped, Mister Elijah Falvey. I believe it's more than fair to continue with the whole 'your daughter' thing once she's here. I have a gut feeling that she's going to take after you in quite a lot of ways. It makes sense, really." The same way that Alex was a perfect mini me of Atlas, she couldn't help wondering if the same thing will happen with Eli and their daughter. She wondered how much she'll take after him. His eyes? His smile? His laugh? Which parts of his personality will be the same? While Aslihan also wondered what parts of her will be shared with their little girl, she was so curious to see the traits of the man she loves that'll be exhibited perfectly in the child they created together.

At first, she'd been none the wiser as she saw the big box full of decals. Believing that it'd been simply that, simply just another important part for the nursery. So no words could express the shock that coursed through her body once she saw the tinier box. For a moment, the future coursed through her mind quickly: them having their daughter, them becoming engaged, them getting married, them promising to share their whole entire lives together. For the past few months, Asli knew that she wanted to share as much of her future as possible with the man. To be with him for as long as fate allowed it, something that she hoped would be an extremely long time. While Asli was more than okay with waiting until they were ready to take the next big step, no matter how long that may take, one thing was certain: she's committed to him. No ring or document needed nor necessary; She was his, he was hers. Of course, that first month after learning about the baby had been terrifying and nerve-wracking. A moment in their relationship where she'd been scared about the future of their relationship, of where they could do from there. Of whether they could be able to mend what's been broken and make it better than before. For awhile after Elijah came back home, those fears struggled to leave her mind and conflicted her heart. No words could explain how difficult it'd been to come to grip with the realization that she had once she confronted the fact that their trust had been damaged due to him leaving.

Yet in the past two months since he's come back home, in the past two months of them working together to trust each other again and prepare for their baby, she'd come to the realization that her initial hope had been correct. They were able to mend things. They were able to take the broken pieces and find ways to bring everything back together, just different from the way things been initially. Different, yet better and more beautiful. Tearing up as she listened to him, she looked down at the pendants. Shared pendants for them and the daughter they were going to be bringing into the world soon. What could better serve as a promise for them and their future together with their family? "They're perfect," she whispered, looking up at him. Her heart aching as he continued, she looked down. Carefully, she took out the necklace she was certain was meant for him out of the box. Setting the box back onto the decals and turning back to him. She opened the clasp before reaching out to wrap the necklace around her boyfriend's necklace. Closing the clasp before placing the pendant against his chest, her hand resting on his heart and the other cupping his face as she looked up at him. "I trust you," she said. Looking back into his eyes with a genuine, warm smile on her lips. "I trust you more than anyone and anything in this world. You've more than proven yourself, honey. You've more than proven that you're here to stay. You've more than proven that you choose us, that you've chosen our family." Smiling gently, she leaned in and kissed him. Both his actions since returning and his words now more than proof enough that he meant every word he said. And she meant every word and action as well. Asli trusts him. She loves him. And she knows that their daughter was going to feel the same way. And god, she couldn't be more excited for their future together. Them, Alex, and the baby. "I trust you and I love you, Elijah Falvey. We both love you very much, too. I promise. You're not going to screw anything up." ||📜@elifalvey

[6okuto]

— when you use a pet name for the first time

gn!reader | atsumu, akaashi, suna, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kita, kuroo, bokuto, kenma

note from nia: Life Is So Hard. i added a couple characters Again though‼️😘

ATSUMU stops in his tracks, previously on his way to grab his phone charger. his growing exhaustion from the day has disappeared as he snaps his head toward you, "baby?" the question in his voice makes you turn, "...yes?" he begins walking towards you, "no, you—y'just called me baby." "...i did?" atsumu looks at you incredulously before whining, "babe." you yelp as he plops onto the bed beside you, moving close enough to wrap an arm around your waist. "can you use pet names more often, please?" despite how warm your face feels, you manage to tease him for his reaction, "yeah, yeah, you big baby." atsumu pouts and his grip around you tightens, "that's not how you're supposed to use it." you can't help the laugh that escapes you and you run your fingers through your hair. "sorry, baby." he lets go of you, only to smush his face into the pillow beside you. you can spot his ears now tinted red and hear a muffled "oh my god." atsumu turns his face enough so you can hear him, "one more time?"

AKAASHI's eyes widen and his fingers still around his pen. "...what?" you stare at his shocked expression with one of confusion, "um...i asked if you could pass my mug?" he blinks before looking down beside him, your mug staring back at him. "i—yeah, sorry. of course i can." you laugh a little as you take it from his hand, "are you okay? what shocked you?" keiji blushes a little, though he wishes he didn't, "you just...haven't used a pet name for me before." the smile on your face drops when you finally process what you did—the word "baby" in your voice playing in your head. "oh. oh—sorry, did it make you uncomfortable? i didn't realize—" "no!" keiji interrupts. he clears his throat before clarifying, "no, um, it was nice." you nod and take a mental note before he speaks again, "can i...also...use pet names for you?" it isn't hard to tell he's a little nervous for your reply, but you smile and nod, "yeah. it'd be nice." keiji looks up to smile back at you, and maybe it's the adrenaline of it all, but he manages to say one more thing, "alright. i'll get us both some snacks. stay right there, love."

SUNA's watching tiktoks as you both talk, breathing out laughs every so often. "i'm serious, baby. we have to get up eventually." his fingers freeze and the tiktok he had just finished starts to repeat, then repeats again. "...rin? are you rewatching the video?" the name loops in his head and he looks up at you from his position on your lap in bed. "did you just call me baby?" it takes a second to realize what he's talking about, but you feel your face heat up and you stutter, "n—yes? i mean, um, unless you didn't like it. it just kinda slipped out, so, i mean—" rin gets up and sits in front of you. his lips twitch a little as if he was stopping himself from smiling, "so you didn't mean to call me baby, baby?" you frown, "you're insufferable, suna." he laughs a little before shuffling closer, moving his face right in front of yours so you can't escape. you think he's about to tease you again, but he smiles softly instead. "i liked it. you don't have to keep using it if you don't feel comfortable yet, though." your face is still warm but you nod in response. rin's smile grows slightly at that and he kisses your cheek, "okay, bunny."

TSUKISHIMA drops his pencil onto his desk as he processes the word "babe" that came from you. you watch the pencil roll and look up at him, "kei? you good? did your physics textbook somehow shock you?" he frowns at you before changing his mind, a smirk forming instead. he hopes you can't notice his red ears while he speaks, "no, i just didn't realize we were using pet names now, babe." your own pen falls before you groan and cover your face with your hands, "oh my god." kei makes a taunting noise as if he wasn't flustered himself, "what's wrong, babe? did something shock you?" you look up at him and gape for a couple of seconds before taking a breath. "my misery aside, did you actually...mind? or..." the cockiness on kei's face drops quickly and he's back to floundering before clearing his throat. "i mean, no. i guess not." and his reaction is enough to know you have the upperhand again, "good to know, babe. let's get back to work then, right?"

IWAIZUMI scratches the back of his neck as he calls out to you, "have you seen my phone?" you walk over with a teasing smile, "here you go. left it on the bathroom counter, hon." hajime's hand pauses as he reaches for it, his planned "thank you" disappearing for something else—"did you just call me hon?" his lips twitch into a smile as he watches your reaction, a small laugh escaping him when you try to explain. "sorry! i didn't realize, haji, uh, i mean, i don't know. i was watching a drama yesterday and it was cute so i just..." you trail off. hajime finally takes his phone back and pulls you close enough to kiss your cheek, "hey, it's fine. i just wasn't expecting it. thanks for finding my phone, hon." you choke at his teasing and jokingly frown, but he's already looking down at his phone. you don't find out until later that he went to change your contact to the new pet name, giddy in his own way.

KITA is quick to clarify, "oh, did you want me to use pet names, too?" his question confuses you, and he watches you gape. "well, you called me 'baby' so i thought i'd ask." his calmness is both relieving and also nerve-wracking in a way as you continue to look at him. "sorry, i didn't realize i said that, shinsuke. but um, if you're comfortable with it?" it comes out as a question and your boyfriend tilts his head. "that didn't sound too confident. we don't have to use them if you don't want to." but you wave your hands, "no, no, i want to! i just surprised myself, that's all." shinsuke smiles at you before nodding, "okay, hon. we still have a lot of chores to get through, though. should we get going?" your face heats up at the casualness of it all—the way he was able to switch his vocabulary at the drop of a dime. but you nod and take your place next to him before continuing on, not taking note of shinsuke's own nerves calming down beside you.

KUROO doesn't process it, already handing you the shirt you asked for. but soon enough he pauses before turning to you with a grin, "sorry, what did you call me?" your focus switches from the top to your boyfriend and you furrow your brows, "what?" tetsurou leans against the pillar next to him, hand over his heart, "i'm wounded. you just called me baby, you know."  his grin grows as he watches realization bloom and you cover your face with the shirt. you mutter, "shut up, tetsu," before turning to walk away. "aw, babe. it was cute, can you say it again?" tetsurou only gets a groan in response as you speed up and he casually matches your pace. his tone is a little more serious when you don't turn around, "hey, babe, you don't actually have to say it again or be embarrassed. i'm sorry." he smiles when you turn to face him. "why couldn't you have been more annoying instead of getting all nice?" tetsurou lets out a cackle that makes you hit his shoulder and he snorts, "sorry your boyfriend's perfect. want me to pay for your stuff, too?" it's his fault, really, for asking when you quickly say "yes" and move to line up.

BOKUTO grins as he walks up to you after his match, "babe! did y'see my last spike?" his arms wrap around you for a hug and you laugh before answering, "yes, baby. you did great today!" kotaro takes a second before pulling away slowly and looking at you, his smile gone. "...did you just say baby?" your own smile falters as the realization hits you, "um...yeah? i'm sorry, did you not like it—"  but he shakes his head aggressively before whining a little, "no! i mean, yes! i mean no, i did like it!" kotaro pouts as he fumbles with his words, but he manages to get his feelings across. "can you use it more, please?" before you can respond, you hear voices coming towards you—probably his team finally catching up to him. but your boyfriend's gaze never moves away from you, waiting for an answer. you laugh lightly at the situation but nod, "yeah, i can, baby. you should go meet up with your team now, though." he grins and kisses your head before unwrapping his arms from your waist, "i'll see you later, okay? don't forget!"

KENMA watches his character die as he feels his face go red. "wh—ken? did a plate of sliced fruit get you killed?" he takes off his headphones and glances at the plate you brought, then you, before diverting his gaze to the wall. "no. it wasn't that." "...okay? what was it then? did i distract you? 'm sorry—" "no it wasn't—you just—" he groans and lays his head against his desk. you can only vaguely hear his next words—"you called me baby." kenma knows you can't see him, and he's never been more thankful considering how warm he feels. "oh." it's your turn to stutter when you try to speak, "sorry i didn't—it just kind of, like, i didn't want to—i mean i did want to but i just...sorry." it only takes a second for kenma to start laughing as he raises his head to look at you. "ken, come on," you whine. he shakes his head, "no, sorry. i wasn't laughing at you, just...us." you laugh a little, too, realizing how needlessly awkward the both of you were. "did you dislike it by the way? i can stop," you reassure him. kenma's ears are still tinted red when he picks up his controller, "no, uh, i liked it. just maybe don't drop it on me like that while i'm in a boss fight next time?"

[shoezuki]

piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack 

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises. 

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears. 

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones. 

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other 

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

 he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence. 

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him. 

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter. 

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned. 

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent