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tendou-satori-chocolatier · 1 year ago

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please give me your iwaoi fanfic recs 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Help I'm so dead. I just freaking deleted my iwaoi recs list and now I have to make it again 🥲🥲🥲 freaking Tumblr. You guys better eat this up cause im remaking this all over again. Okay anyways, ver 2: my iwaoi fanfic recs list:

(Not in any particular order, most have smut, all can be found on ao3)

1.) Coffee king- oiivkawa- the starting point for my love of cafe au's, best coffee au fanfic ever period, so so so fluffy, oikawa is the cutest cafe server and he falls HARD for the cafe's new kind-of-regular, Iwaizumi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10721739/chapters/23756658

2.) Wedding ring- crazychipmunk- angst, heart-rending, surprisingly made me cry, happy ending tho, super good angsty iwaoi fanfic, I promise its not ALL angst tho😭, it's super fluffy too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25393174/chapters/61577038

3.) The courtship ritual of the Hercules beetle- kittebasu- bugs? Oikawa is still a nerd its just for bugs now, I'm just gonna copy and paste the summary cause I love it and it sums it up perfectly: "Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right." I love fics like this that preserve the characteristics of the characters even though it has nothing to do with volleyball

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6422014/chapters/14701168

4.) That's your husband?!- a_very_smolfrog- just😌🤌, iwaoi being simps, oikawa is a physics professor and iwa is a volleyball coach au, makki is iconic as always, iwaoi being the iconic: childhood friends to lovers and we adore eachother but we will definitely expose eachother if need be trope, I'm so sad this is so short (2000 words), it should've been longer😔, I adore them all

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29412615

5.) Conquering the great king- suggestivescribe- this fic is actually so iconic, just perfection at its max tbh, just iwaoi being iwaoi but make it smutty and make it at the office, iwa is an editor and tbh I don't remember or know what kawa is, it's some office job, not kuroo being a slay as always, honestly has to be one of the best iwaoi fanfics of all time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3301085?view_full_work=true

6.) Until the sky opens up- iwaoidk- the summary lowkey did them dirty, not really tho cause I still read it😋🙄 but this was way better than I thought it was going to be, like iwaoi accidentally gets kissed by every member in his team, I'm still convinced that they did all that to make oikawa GET A MOVE ON, oikawa confesses and he's a little dense but so is iwa so whatever, they're perfect for eachother like that😻

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5008225

7.) Looks like it- ivyfics- iwaoi have been dating for a while now, they just didn't know it, iwa is very competitive in his knowledge on tooru, cute and short, recommend if you want something to speed read for some lighthearted fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729118

8.) Six month lover- afuzzyowl- I'm gonna be completely honest, I haven't finished this fic yet BUT I PROMISE ITS NOT CAUSE IT WAS BORING, IT WAS SO GOOD, I just never got to finishing it cause I was busy but thinking about this fic makes me actually want to finish it, oikawa makes iwaizumi a PowerPoint presentation on why they should date, oikawa is absolutely utterly in love with iwaizumi (same, like who isn't?), oikawa is trying to convince his best friend to fall for him, I adored this and now I need to go finish it, edit: HELP IM BASICALLY FINISHED AND ITS SO GOOD BEHESKJSA ITS SO SO SO GOOD I CANNOT EVEN FIND THR WORDS

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14100501/chapters/32488506

9.) Kilometer zero- internetpistol (orphan_account)- a classic iwaoi fic, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, it's just them in a class well done iwaoi fic, there's nothing else to say, it was really good, "just gay yearning"- the author's ao3 tag

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28732224/chapters/70448769

10.) The Pda jar- orphan_account- iwaoi is obliviously in love, everyone knows it but them and they're all tired of their pda so they make a pda jar, it's really the only way to make them see their idiocy😌, this is why I love aoba johsai folks, live love laugh seijoh, highkey hilarious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4230951

#here you guys go!#sorry for procrastinating while making this😭#iwaoi fanfics #haikyuu fanfics #iwaoi fanfic recommendations #haikyuu fanfic rec #haikyuu fanfic recommendation #haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaizumixoikawa

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mrsfezziwig · 11 months ago

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Joe-ver, Traylor & Condescension

I know how I reacted to the news that Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn had broken up because a fellow Swiftie I am close friends with via FB - I am housebound - gave me the 'terrible' news. Dissolving into fits of laughter apparently wasn't the reaction I should have had; whilst the rest of Swiftville collectively used sobbing emojis in tweets, Facebook status updates, Instagram posts and comments, I was among the few who were marvelling at the fact it managed to last six years at all. I was among those who were avoiding saying 'I told you so' by duct-taping our mouths closed.

Apparently it is morally reprehensible to speak ill of the dead, and Joe's career may as well dead as a door nail now he only has his... skills to fall back on. No one can ever convince me that this man got the roles he did because of his talent alone. Even if he was told that his almost god-tier performance in audition was what got him the role, directors and casting agents aren't stupid. Being linked to the whirlwind force that is Taylor Swift means that her immensely supportive fans will support those she loves, equalling higher ratings and more cash. Oh, and it would make doors firmly shut to these directors and producers before magically swing open with a 'tada' and jazz hands. But of course it was alllll Joe, it was no one else but Joe that pushed him into suddenly getting the role he went for each time. Yes, I am being condescending, but the reason I have been so purposefully scathing is having had the pleasure of working with this man pre-Taylor. I wasn't yet debilitated by my medical condition and my in-real-life best friend was working on the wardrobe for a show which Joe was in. She needed help with understanding knitting and other 'lady-like' skills, which I have experience with from the age of seven. My opinion of the man is formed from seeing his interpersonal connections and just how pompous he was then.

After the initial wave of 'oh no' and 'this can't be happening', the tide swept away the sand-like haze the fandom had been in and left bare the truth that everyone failed to see sooner. Joe thought Taylor was beneath him in terms of her craft. She wrote songs to go on albums that are insanely popular but also effete, passing fads and fripperies compared to 'real' artsy music. These song were dumb, unless he was in the credits because money doesn't matter; in his head he is a modern version of a 1920s bohemian who lives in a tiny studio surrounded by easels and clay, earning a pittance and drinking with friends every night as they discuss intellectual things the majority of people can't even pronounce.

Suddenly Swiftville filled with pauses then began to whisper about how Joe really treated Taylor, how his demands for a total blackout in terms of speaking about the relationship were kind of controlling, and that he liked living in the enormous apartment that Taylor rented in London, he just didn't want to be known as 'Taylor Swift's Boyfriend' like it's a disease.

I understand wanting privacy in a relationship but if became obvious quickly that Alwyn wanted to live like he was the star with an average everyday girlfriend who basked in his light, not the other way around. Sure, that privacy was perfect for the time they got together, Taylor was at her very lowest mentally and they were cocooned together, where he can imagine himself as the star like he desired. The pandemic didn't help when it came to being in that cocoon again. I genuinely and passionately believe the relationship would have ended after the Lovefest Tour, or even whilst she was actively touring but it would have been kept secret. A split from the person she wrote almost all of Lover about in the middle of promotion would have been tough to manage in terms of PR. Tree is an absolute wizard when it comes to that but she can't perform miracles!

The Midnights album and tour played a huge part in the break up, or the final, no going back break up as there were a few others according to what various sources have said. In addition I don't believe it was amicable at all, it was protracted and painful, particularly now we know 'You're Losing Me' was written in late 2021! My instincts tingle that they were over in late 2022, but Joe attended the Grammy after party to keep the ruse going for a while, although the why of this part I can't put together sensibly.

As the fuss of Ratty Healy fizzled out (what the fuck were you thinking Taylor?) and The Eras Tour continued on, a new beau appearead in Travis Kelce and it is where I begin to loathe some parts of the fandom. Just as Joe was condescending towards Taylor, her 'fans' are now being condescending to Travis, and that is never fair until you get to know more about them. If whoever is on Ms Swift's arm is a dick, we can call it out but so far, based purely on his podcast with brother Jason, he is a deeply genuine, generous, honest man.

As a time out I would like to look at why I think Taylor and Travis are great for one another, which is obviously only my opinion, this entire essay being based on those and a few podcast episodes, an NFL game I had to dig around on my TV package to find and which I understood literally nothing more of than that the grass was green and Travis was playing... Off I go-

This man is unashamedly himself. There's nothing hiding, he's not pretending the dorky side of him doesn't exist, he has embraced it for millions to see for years and years. He made a fucking friendship bracelet for her. This tall, strong NFL guy sat down and threaded tiny beads onto string with his phone number on. I mean... please? That's some of the cutest shit I have ever heard and probably just bumped my high expectations in what I want in a man into near impossible levels.

Travis is confident and comfortable in his own skin, there's no feeling inferior, he is already successful, in a career that does not sit in the arts sphere so he doesn't need to be Taylor Swift's Boyfriend to get parts in films or sell albums. I also noticed when he waited for Taylor to come off stage in Argentina, he kept his hands behind his back to ensure Taylor was the one in control of the PDA level. She could indicate what she wanted by reaching for his hand or, as we saw, run up to him and throw her arms around him. The mental image of the sequin purple dress as Taylor ran to Joe could practically be a copy paste of this but the second time around there was no hiding under the brim of his baseball cap like he was ashamed to be seen with someone who has mass market appeal. He was there in a shirt so unique he couldn't be misidentified by even an ET.

Now I want to move onto something more serious, something that I cannot believe Swifties considered acceptable to do: dig around in twitter and find tweets 12 years old with misspellings even though it is common knowledge that Travis is Dyslexic!

They dragged a man with dyslexia because his old tweets were misspelled. It was all a joke, of course (/s), but it isn't and shouldn't be, because it was Swifties looking at the tweets, creating a spiderweb thin veneer of being humorous whilst, consciously or unconsciously, thinking Taylor is too good for him because of it. They were trying to make it look like Travis was the dumb jock student who barely breathed near a book his whole life and Taylor the intellectual who uses big words in her songs that he could never understand. In what world is it okay to point out how her past boyfriends looked down on her only to do the same to Travis? This has truly pissed me off.

Oh, how I wish it stopped there but it doesn't. As the news got out of the budding relationship, more than one Swift 'news channel' said she was having a 'himbo' moment. A Himbo moment... How much more degrading can you get? They may as well have been blatant, not cowardly, hiding behind buzzwords and have said:

"He plays in the NFL? Urgh that is so puke, everyone knows those players don't have a decent braincell in their heads! This break up with Joe really hit her hard, Travis has to be a rebound, she couldn't possibly like this guy."

Well, it doesn't take much to find out that actually, Travis has a Bachelors Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. He didn't have a need to complete his credits, his place with the Kansas City Chiefs is secure, but he still persevered, kept studying despite his difficulties with reading and writing and graduated in 2022. That's not even remotely easy and certainly doesn't make him intellectually beneath Taylor at all.

Another thing I saw and heard more than once was that Taylor looked bored at the Kansas game she attended, unable to understand what she watching and simply doing what others did to hide it. This was the 'first date' for them and she spent it with his parents, who, shockingly wanted to be there to support their son as they always did, in a private box. So much about this is stupid to the point I think these Swifties need to learn a lesson in humility! It's appalling that they are so arrogant, so indelibly stained with Taylor's genius-by-proxy that anyone or anything that sits outside of what they think she enjoys is only fit to be squashed beneath the queen's high heeled boots. Sound fucking familiar? What is laughable about it is that Taylor herself is incredibly humble and thankful and doesn't paint herself as a genius at all!

Scott Swift is a major, major football fan, a former(?) Philadelphia Eagles stalwart and possible Kansas Chiefs new sign up, therefore it is utterly ridiculous to suggest his daughter didn't pick up on the lingo, rules, statistics and points from hearing holy talk about it. Taylor was very responsive to the game, I found as many videos of her as I could to be sure of it, and there was no waiting around for others to react, she was up there shouting and jumping in all her glory, decked out in that perfect shade of red that suits her so well and following the game.

As for the whole 'mama on the first date' thing? Who are you to assume it's a date? Obviously it wasn't. In fact Travis has clearly stated that he invited her to hang out in his box and see him after the game, not as a date... And of all the videos and pictures I have looked up to try and get this opinion piece to be reasonably accurate, the laughter and smiles between Mama Kelce and Taylor look genuine, not like TayTay is playing a part in a movie as has been suggested by some.

By taking a step back from the stupidity and condescension you can see why they work so well, so here's my reasons for why I believe that:

Family comes first for both and they understand the closeness of a family bonded like that as Taylor's parents are her backbone through all the bullshit.

They are both successful and don't actually need one another. It's a position of equality for them both.

Travis has said in his podcast that the paparazzi are insane but he knows how to handle it. He knows that being with a global superstar comes with negatives but you have to decide if those negatives are manageable for the person in your life and he has decided he can hack it. Head down, hold tight to the hand and just go for whatever door you are aiming for.

As strange as this is about to sound, he's a man. At 6'5" he is just perfect for a woman of Taylor's height, she can still wear her heels and feel feminine beside Travis. He is bigger than her security guards and can take a few knocks if anything goes west.

He's a God-damn gentleman. He opened her door, kept hold of her hand tight so as not to lose her in the kerfuffle of photographers outside the SNL meal they went to and he let her pick her comfort zone in terms of hugs and kisses.

Culture. I mean in terms of holidays, traditions, norms and values. Most of the people she's dated have been British, and although we share much, we can never truly understand what Americans feel about their country. To us the idea of reciting a few words to a flag in the corner of a classroom each morning is very, very, very cult vibed.

Freedom. Sure that sounds weird but I mean it in the sense that Travis is a Swiftie, this man knows how utterly off the wall Taylor can be even before he took his friendship bracelet shot at her, and they complement one another in that sense. No judgement will be coming from this man at all, he'd more likely be the one with her on the dance floor as they moved in crazy ways like no one sees them.

They've agreed on how much they are willing to divulge. He consistently says in post game interviews that although he will openly say that they are dating, he won't say anything more than that without speaking to Taylor first, and it doesn't take Stephen Hawking to realise she'd tell him not to elaborate further. Whenever she's mentioned in the podcast it is usually about the fans, not our Queen directly, such as the Christmas single reaching number one on iTunes.

He. Wants. The. World. To. Know. Isn't that refreshing? From her songs alone anyone can deduce that Taylor enjoys being in love and wants that love shouted from the rooftops, she wants to be acknowledged by her partner. She is able to express this in song whilst her other halves generally haven't or if they have it's been too subtle. Going from being as closed off as Jaylor were, to Travis proudly saying they are together must feel awesome for her.

He likes her acknowledgement right back. If you haven't seen the video of his face and neck going red as Tay changed the lyrics to Karma for him, go find it and then come back and read this again.

With all the love and respect I have for Ms Swift, I pray, beg fate, give offerings to the gods, ask the universe to make this one be it for her. Of all the guys that have gone before there's no one like Travis Kelce in the mix and maybe this is the 1!

P. S. I chose Maroon because it is all said in the first verse...

#taylor swift #travis kelce #joe alwyn #boyfriend #the one #the eras tour #taylornation #break up #friendship bracelets #Spotify

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p-antomime · 3 years ago

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Not l♡vers.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,8K.

𖦹 content: service dom!mitsuya, unprotected sex, dub-con, pinning, oral sex (f! receiving), impregnation, (forced) breeding, overstimulation, restriction, slight dumbification, implied age gap.

𖦹 pairings: sugar daddy/husband!takashi mitsuya x fem!reader.

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a/n: i'm making this note here just to clarify that the request was made by DM and, therefore, it'd not be possible for me to put it linked here! that said, enjoy your reading <3

— Can you... — Your head didn't seem to assimilate the information received very well, maybe your brain needed to be screwed again. — Repeat?

— You are going to marry him. — Your father repeated it again as if the information was irrelevant, as if it was just an ordinary, simplistic thing like "We're going on a trip" or "Tomorrow you have a routine doctor's appointment" and you blinked to finish trying to organize the thoughts; this time it seemed more real than the first.

— I? What? Marriage? — You frowned, attention going from your father to the only man present in the large, spacious room of your family's home.

You had barely gotten home from college that day, just as you had barely had time to text your classmates weeks later that you would no longer be able to attend college for "personal reasons”.

— Is this... a fucking joke? — You didn't used to curse at home, in fact, quite the opposite: you were the perfect little doll ready to be the prototype of the best daughter and best student, a girl not made of gold, but maybe of strawberry and cream because gold doesn't usually break the way you broke when you saw the serious but resentful look on your father's face.

— Honey, you–

You interrupted him with closed fists and angrily denied with the head.

— Don't 'honey' me, Dad! I don't even know this guy! I don't even fucking know him! I go out for half a day and when I get home, the first thing someone tells me is that I'm marrying a guy I don't even know! You don't–

It was his turn to interrupt you, while Mitsuya Takashi continued to look serene and brought a cup of tea to his lips without caring much about your reaction since it was already expected.

— Don't raise your voice to me! May I remind you who runs this house? To whom do you owe respect?! — You shrugged shoulders as you realized that his voice overpowered yours without even making much effort. — Stop acting like a spoiled child, Y/N! Everything, absolutely everything, that I am and have been doing is for your own good and you are only looking out for number one!

— Look out for number one?! Wha –

— Listen, Y/N– — It was the first time that Mitsuya had addressed you verbally outside of your father's company meetings and you couldn't be more outraged by this action of his.

— No! You listen here! D’you think you can just try to convince my father that I'm gonna marry a disgusting guy like you? Put yourself in your place!

And you only didn't advance on his neck at that moment because you knew that due to the age difference, even if Mitsuya didn't have such a muscular body, he would still be able to control you without any problems and also that your father grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the room to tell you off in na action that couldn't escape your thoughts even during the time of the forced marriage in which you could barely force a smile and probably ruined all, or almost all, of the photos.

Ironically, Takashi didn't try to force you to act like you were happy and, as much as possible, left you quiet, in your little corner at the wide table with various untouched foods.

At the same time, you felt strangely pleased to have so many people fawning over you and saying how great you looked in that wedding dress custom-made by Mitsuya, but soon after, your mind would reminisce about all your father's haste in marrying you off to an older guy and your lack of personal freedom in the decision and it would all fall apart and make you depressed again.

The only thing that eased your lack of motivation or joy a little was feeling the soft mattress of Takashi's bed hugging your back as soon as the two of you arrived in his spacious apartment that was the equivalent of almost three of your previous home. And everything would have been perfect.

If you were alone and that apartment was all yours.

And if Mitsuya hadn't opened his mouth and knelt down in front of you to take off your high heels that were starting to make your hamstrings hurt.

— Are you too tired today? I was thinking–

— So don't think. — It was a short answer from you, and deep down you didn't feel bad at all. — And preferably don't say anything for the rest of the evening either, the only thing I want is... well, you. — Even as you said this, you didn't move your feet from his hand as he finished removing those heels.

— We're married now, honey. — Your shoulders shrugged at the nickname and something stirred inside you that you preferred to think was just disgust. — And, like it or not, I'm going to have to talk to you not only tonight, but for the rest of my days too, not that it's a problem for me.

Mitsuya leaned over to let his lips rest against your knee in a tender action and, almost instinctively, you pressed the sole of your foot against his pectoral to stop him before he finished doing so.

— We’re married, but we are not lovers. Stop acting like you love me, y’know better than anyone that I hate this marriage and... — You were about to say that you hated him too, but thought it best not to.

You hated the situation, not Takashi Mitsuya himself. And that was the truth.

— We've been married less than a day, dear, you can learn to love me. — Mitsuya replied, trying to put his hands on your arms to massage them to make you less stressed, and you automatically slapped them away.

Takashi's patience halved at that moment, you could see by the way his jaw locked and his countenance stiffened into a more serious expression.

— No, I can't, damn it! I'm going to hate this marriage forever, every time I–

Before you could finish speaking, his hand clamped down hard on your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eye.

— Stop acting like a fucking child with me, your father didn't teach you manners and I have to teach you that? From what he told me about you, you've always been a great girl with other people, what's the difference between me and the guys you've spread your legs for before, huh? — You clamped a hand on his wrist trying to keep his away from your chin. — At least I'm your husband.

— My husband? Hmph! — Your eyes rolled up in irritation, who did that guy think he was to talk to you like that? — Put yourself in your place, you literally forced me to marry you, I hate–

Your voice was cut off by a sudden gasp as Takashi forced your torso back against the bed to pin you against the mattress. There was no force as such in his hand, but, rather, just the exact measure of pressure to make you lose your breath a little and really scare you.

— Wha-What do you think you're doing?!

— I'm taking what is rightfully mine after that boring wedding, obviously. — Mitsuya looked at you as if it were obvious with one hand going to unbutton his pants and one of his knees going between your legs as soon as you tried to close them.

— Rightfully yours? — A mocking laugh escaped your lips before you tried to put hands on his shoulders to push him away. — Bold of you to assume that–

He took full advantage of your mouth opening to let the words out and placed his lips over yours with one palm still holding your chin forcefully. And you would have bitten his mouth hard enough to make it bleed a little if Mitsuya was indeed not so good at what he did.

His mouth was slow. There was no reason for him to rush if control of the situation was being handled by his experienced and agile hands, and so the kiss that began followed was so slow in the first few seconds that it made you want to beg for the pace to quicken and almost at the same time your mind whispered that you shouldn't be enjoying it that much.

Deep down, he was still Takashi Mitsuya, the man who had forcefully married you and was now wanting to claim you as his completely.

And yet, when his hands slid down your body to curl fingers around the edge of the post-wedding party dress bought for you with his money, it still took you long seconds to actually realize that your conscience was not going to be able to give just what your body was craving.

Your fingers tangled in his hair styled into a pretty mullet and tried to pull his face away from yours, to which he silently responded by letting lips fall over your neck to distribute wet nibbles and kisses across your skin.

It was an immediate response, right, though incorrect, to have a shiver run down your back to reach the middle of your legs and make your pussy wet in a way that was almost embarrassing for someone who swore mentally that wouldn't like anything coming from Mitsuya. And so your hands immediately tried to start pushing him away at the same time that his were pulling that dress off your beautiful body.

— Fuck, you're making it all so fucking difficult, ‘m I going to have to tie your hands for you to lemme love you right? — You grunted in annoyance and, almost a crumb of a second later, cringed against the bed mattress as you listened to Takashi finish unbuckling his own belt and bring it around to your wrists before he began to tie them over your head even as you tried to escape that grasp. — This, much better, you are better off being forced to obey, have you ever been told that? — But when you opened your mouth to give a harsh answer, two of his fingers invaded it to be dipped in your saliva. — It was a rhetorical question, I think even a young girl like you knows what this means, don't you?

Just then his body slid down, his lips brushing above your covered skin and mouth inevitably reached the middle of your legs; the panties still covering your most intimate parts, and in response to Mitsuya's advances, you tried to close your legs, to which he held them open with fingers digging into the skin of your thighs before wrapping them around those panties to pull them down.

— You didn't think that trying to close your legs would push me away, did you? — A small smile that might have been mockery mixed with tenderness appeared on his lips and you swallowed dryly; your action seemed roundly dumb as it was uttered aloud by his low, husky voice, you felt like a young girl suffering before his experience. — I can't decide if it was a cute or dumb attempt, can you give me an opinion on it?

His thumb rubbed your clit and you squirmed, mentally hating yourself for feeling more of your slickness leaking from your entrance, but at the same time biting your lips to keep from moaning.

— Don't wanna use your pretty voice? — His eyebrows lifted and his smile widened. — Okay, atta girl, I can fuck it out of you, no problem.

That was the last thing he said before letting a long lick slowly work its way from your entrance to the clit and then, shortly thereafter, began kissing and sucking all over the area of your sweet pussy at a pace that oscillated between fast enough to make you roll eyes up and slow enough to make you almost surrender and beg him to go faster and make you cum.

Your wrists tried a few times to loosen their grip by pinning them together, but as you felt the pain and burning of the leather rubbing against your skin while the pleasure overwhelmed your body as Mitsuya made a mess between your thighs and occasionally moaned against your entrance every time your legs unwittingly closed around his face, you just for the first time allowed yourself to enjoy at least some of his licking and kissing and sucking.

His eyes lifted a little just to scan your face and as he saw you with yours half-closed and mouth ajar to try to draw in more air, he knew that he had pushed you into the one position you should never leave: his wife, beneath him, accepting perhaps everything that came from him. That's your place, Mitsuya would implant it in your head if he had to.

As soon as Takashi could hear you whispering and panting several "Please" and trying to force hips against his face as your clit throbbed against his soft, wet tongue, he knew you were about to cum. And it would be a complete shame if he let you do that because of anything other than his dick.

He pulled away slightly to remove his own clothes and you grunted in frustration trying to press thighs together to get at least some kind of friction to relieve that simmering tension.

— For someone who didn't want this, you sound a little too desperate, sweetheart. — His voice was now low enough for only the two of you to hear, as if he were taunting you in the form of a confession, and you whimpered with the head falling back against the headboard.

— I h-hate you, this wedding, this place, every single fucking thing. — And, even saying this, your thighs were still pressed against each other.

— Yeah? 'Every single fucking thing', you say? — His tongue slipped past lips as soon as he finished undressing and you looked away from his cock because, maybe, if you looked at it, your pussy would leak a lot more. — Let's check if you're gonna hate me yet when I fuck a baby into you and make you a pretty mommy for my children.

Your eyes widened, pussy clenched around nothing, not because he was talking about getting you pregnant, but because of the possibility of draining every last drop of cum out of him.

— What you–

— You heard me, sweetheart, you're not that dumb. — Takashi interrupted you by putting hands on your waist and pulling you to fit your ass against his crotch, his dick staying between your thighs and your hands immediately going to grab his arms desperately.

The moment when his tip rubbed against your clit was the same time when you began desperately begging him not to do this, not to impregnate you. And seconds later, Mitsuya was ignoring your pleas and giving your lips a loving kiss before placing a finger over them to shut you up and sliding slowly into you.

Your walls hugging every inch of him without a second thought and eyes rolling up at your body simply giving up on holding back your orgasm and making you cum literally on the first thrust of your newly acquired husband.

And all your worries did indeed seem to be swept away as soon as he began to move back and forth, in and out of your pussy and make a forced love to you that slowly pulled you into an overstimulation.

Moans in the shape of his name escaping your mouth and your body rising and falling in accordance with his movements, his lips leaving kisses all over your neck and face, especially over your mouth, as a way to make you forget about the overstimulation that was beginning to rattle your mind and make your consciousness waver a bit.

You were used to masturbating until you were tired and going to take a shower to wipe the sweat off, not to be fucked into oblivion and have every last drop of strength and pleasure drained from you.

Mitsuya's dick twitched against your gummy walls and yet you could still notice how erratic and sloopy the movements of his hips slamming into yours suddenly became.

About to cum, that's Takashi Mitsuya at that moment. And you even tried to close legs, to squirm as hard as possible with hands tied; all he had to do was dig his fingers into your hips, press you harder into the mattress and come deep with the hot jets pressing against your walls and pulling another intense orgasm from inside your pussy that had you rolling eyes and moaning his name out loud for the first time.

You had the impression of hearing him praise and worship you for taking him so well, for being so good at draining every last drop of his cum inside your pretty little pussy, but the fact that he kept rolling hips against yours, as if he was threatening to keep fucking you even after two orgasms in a row, clouded your mind so much that your consciousness wavered more and more.

Mitsuya gave a few more thrusts, very entertained feeling your walls squeezing and engulfing his shaft and cum so well, and you eventually gave in to your mind not wanting to leave you awake.

And your body ended up using long hours to recover not only from the post-wedding fucking of, but also from all the irritation coming from the wedding and, besides, you woke up before Takashi who had hands wrapped around your waist and chest pressed against your back, and you immediately pulled out of him without caring whether you would wake him up or not.

Practically the only thing he said to you when you woke up a few minutes later was a sleepy, nonchalant "Good morning" to which you didn't reply before going to take a shower to start thinking about what you were going to do all day, since your husband was going to be – thankfully – too busy with his own work.

In reality, Mitsuya was always too busy. But, not enough for you, this became obvious in the following weeks in which he showered you with gifts.

Did you want a dress that was too expensive? Fine, he'll buy it for you. Or maybe a shiny new ring from Bvlgari or a custom-made piece of jewelry from Tiffany & Co.? Mitsuya could give you that; and it wasn't even trying to win you for material goods, but to let you know that he could give you exactly anything you wanted without you having to ask or give him anything in return.

But, you had something to give him in return. He just didn't know it yet, just you, the bathroom in the bedroom and the later pregnancy test you bought shortly after starting feeling sick in a way too commonplace to be an illness.

The clock was almost striking 8 PM, Mitsuya, while you were staring at that test all too perplexed with a whirlwind of emotions eating you up inside, was already in the elevator of the building asking the clerk to click on the floor where his home was located.

You didn't even listen when he shouted from the front door: "Sweetheart?! I'm home! Where are you?" and walked around the apartment looking for you first in the living room and then going into the bedroom where you were still holding the pregnancy test that you tried to hide as soon as Takashi came through the door:

— What's wrong? You're quiet today, usually you are–

— Nothing. — You interrupted him by swallowing dryly and pressing the test against your back and he frowned before sliding eyes down your arms and raising a hand gesturing with his index and middle finger.

— Gimme.

— It's my phone, smartphone, Takashi. — You watched him approach and stop in front of you.

— You're looking like you killed someone, what happened, sweetheart?

He wouldn't pressure you to talk, but you couldn't run away from the information for long, so you just raised hands in an irritated manner and looked away, letting him see the positive pregnancy test.

Because your face was turned away, you didn't even see Mitsuya open a wide, tender smile before he knelt down in front of you and took one of your hands before speaking:

— Oh, my darling, my pretty, sweet girl. — His lips brushed against the back of your hand in a kiss that made you look at him in shock; you expected another reaction. — I'm sorry for everything I needed to do, but thank you for carrying my, our child. — And another kiss was left against your hand, your heart melted slowly like snow on a sunny day. — I promise I’ll be there to help in any way I can.

And it was the first time he leaned in to give you a kiss and you didn't allow yourself to try to dodge or pull away, it was the first moment in your life that you realized his lips were as soft as the silks of the expensive dresses he bought you.

In the days, weeks and eventually months that followed, the two of you built a great relationship that managed to sweep away any remnants of your former persona that hated to hear even the sound of Mitsuya's breathing. He proved to be an exceptional husband and a great massager, as it became not uncommon for him to massage your legs or tits when you had cramps or your bust hurt as the pregnancy went on.

Also not uncommon were the nights when you were lying with the back against his chest and his hands were busy caressing your swollen belly while he was whispering how beautiful you looked carrying his child and that maybe he should put one more in you, to which you would whimper and let your head fall back to rest it on his shoulder.

— Hope you're kidding me. — You whispered, and he let out a little chuckle before shaking his head in denial.

— Hm? It's hard to control myself from fucking you when you look so pretty and hot with a swollen belly because of my child, I thought that was obvious. — His lips fell back on your shoulder in a tender kiss, and then, as he lifted his eyes to see a wedding day photo of you on the small table beside the bed, Takashi remembered that he never told you the reason for your father's haste in getting you married and out of his house. — Also, honey, weird question, even though I know you don't want to stress yourself today: did you ever stop to think why your father wanted to marry you to me? — You turned away to look over one shoulder.

— Because you... have money? Like, I thought it was all business, y’know? I'd marry you and he might get something out of being your partner. — Takashi felt offended to hear you say this, but he nodded.

— In reality...

And then, the next few seconds were spent with him explaining to you detail by detail, comma by comma about how your life was previously at risk because "someone in the business world" was behind your father and a marriage was a great excuse to get you off the radar of those who were after him without raising so many suspicions.

But, Mitsuya never told you what kind of business it was.

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larentsaloud · 3 years ago

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Please make a post for Thyme clothes for EP8. Was he going to wear those yellow long shorts and boots (?) to school?

He looked so endearing this week...so different in body language from EP1 Thyme. In EP1 is was so wound up and ready to pounce.

your wish is my command anon.

as we have established before, the tiger print is a metaphor for the ‘old thyme’ the one who hoards power and prestige. when thyme is going through a transition phase, you see him quite literally wear the tiger shirt with donuts, or tiger shirt with bananas.

none of this is done by a mistake, but is a direct reference to his emotional state. you can tell how thyme is feeling by the way he dresses. soft pink / colourful thyme is happy thyme.

during the bus scene, when he wore the yellow banana tiger shirt, yellow being symbol of jealousy and bananas are literally a way to describe a mad person in some countries, perfectly summaries him emotional state.

I have seen other’s discus this theory and I have made this connection very early on, so I am glad others are finally appreciating the metaphors and symbolism this show is making. I discussed it here briefly x

ok now that we got THAT out of the way. let’s get it. in no particular order:

1. Delulu Thyme™️ I’m On A Boat Outfit

I love this on hiiiiiimmm! he looks happy and carefree, the blue collar and hem accentuate the nautical theme. I am not convinced about the shorts, only because we got insufficient leg content this episode. I need more LEGS. MORE is MORE. gimme. 8/10 because it looks psychedelic and has anchors. I dig it. I love how pious he is with the buttoned up collar. does it not open? no? are you suuuureeee?

2. Lost Lil’ Tiger Looking For Owner Outfits

LOOK AT THAT FLUFF, it’s also purple and would snuggle. 10/10.

meow? lemme in? what is this print? I don't mind it. has a 70s disco retro vibe, like when you fall out of the club onto the pavement and chunder all the way home unable to get an uber, the only difference being that this lost kitty has found his way home, but owner not replying. 7/10 because I will cry?

I can’t believe this is what my parents had to do before mobile phones. they had to GO places and ASK people questions. abhorrent. kudos to kitty tiger for trying so hard. naw. what is he wearing tho? OH IT’S ONLY PURPLE METALLICA CREW NECK. THIS IS FINE. I WILL NOT HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN. SAID NO ONE EVER. I AM FULLY UNHINGED. I WANT THIS SO BAD. 15/10.

3. WAR PATH THYME UNLOCKED VER 1.0

IT’S THE SWAG FOR ME. IT’S BLACK AND HAS STUFF ON IT. I DON’T CARE. IT’S PERFECT WAR SHIRT. ALEXA PLAY war on drugs I don't live here anymore. argh. I am screaming because this is the first time he stands up to her BIG TIME. this is the correct fashun to wear when unlocking a new war path. we approve. do I need to rate it? its priceless.

4. THE ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE NEIGHBOUR OUTFIT FT GETTING BEATEN BY MY GIRLFRIEND (AGAIN)

listen, there are few things I will never understand. and one of them would be white socks in black shoes. they stain and stop being white. just why? I know rich people can afford to throw socks away after one use, but what is this? it looks like Versace outfit and I absolutely cannot stand Gucci, Versace or Prada. it’s epitome of ugly fashion made for people who like to flash it. I’m more of a Dior / Chanel girl. I like elegance and style, something demure and long lasting. stylish. that you can fawn over quietly(ISH) but hey. back to thyme. this whole scene took me out. he learnt her moves, but he wasn't expecting to get punched. this outfit is a no from me? in terms of where it stands on the tiger vs happy thyme scale? I would say he is changing, so this is the in-between outfit. like when you walk in the new neighbourhood wearing designer gear, unaware of the fact you will be an eye sore. -5/ 10

5. TAMING THYME AKA DOMESTIC LIL TIGER 🐯

IT TAKES A WHOLE VILLAGE GORYA TO RAISE A THYME. I CANNOT RATE THIS. THIS OUTFIT OWNS MY HEART AND I WILL NOT TAKE ANY CRITICISM.

6. RAMEN THYME I REPEAT RAMEN THYME THIS IS NOT A DRILL

look even he has hard time believing that his sister just praised him for moving in next door. this outfit is S O F T boyfie vibe, ideal for inviting your friends over and making some. ramen no innuendoes thank you. I love the whole vibe, the nirvana like smiley and pink detail. again we get pink and yellow just saying. minus the trousers. and the Versace sliders. 7.5/10

ok I take that back. I have just seen with my own eyes the whole top and thyme? baby? is that a girl spinning the sun / smiley face / her mood with her legs while laying down on the back? who designed this, I need a word.

7. BOYFRIEND THYME IN THE HAUUUUSSSS OUTFIT

WILL I CALM DOWN? ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW CAN YOU CONTEMPLATE ASKING ME THAT. THYME IS BEING A BRO TO HSI GF’S BRO. CAN YOU GET THE TISSUES READY? WHERE THE HELL IS REN’S HANKIE I NEED THAT RAG TO WIPE MY MASCARA. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS. IT’S BRIGHT YELLOW AND I CAN SEE HIS LEGS. I AM HAPPY. LEAVE ME ALONE. HIS FACE??? GOODBYE. OK PRADA YOU HAVE ME ON CHOKEHOLD. I RESPECT YOUR DENIM. THE HELL AM I GONNA DO???

TO RECAP. I AM A SLUT FOR THIS OUTFIT. THEY ARE SO DOMESTIC TOGETHER HERE. MADE THEM BREAKFAST, SHE LEANS OVER HIM AND PLACES HER HAND ON HIS BACK TO PUT HER SHOES ON. HOW CAN ONE NOT BE BESOTTED? ASKING FOR A FRIEND. 9281282983219 /10

HE DID GET BEATEN IN THAT OUTFIT, TOO BUT THAT’S HOW OUR COUPLE CHRISTENS ANY NEW LAWK.

8. LIL’ BIRTHDAY TIGER AKA THE SOFTEST NICEST CUTEST BOI TO EVER EXIST FT A HEADBAND

DID ANYONE SAY PRAISE? I THINK OUR KITTY MIGHT BE REQUIRING SOME. LOOK AT HIM GETTING IT. WHAT A HAPPY OCCASION.

THIS WHOLE LEWK IS SENDING THE F4 NATION FERAL. AS WE KNEW IT WOULD. FOR STARTERS WE HAVE A HEADBAND. A HEADBAND. LORD HAS BLESSED US. AND THE ADDITIONAL CRACK OF HIM WEARING WHO ANT SOT BE A MILLIONAIRE SHIRT FORM EHR BROTHER. I TOLD YOU THIS WEEK IT WOULD BE FROM FAM NOT KAVIN OR REN. LMAO. LISTEN TO ME WILL YA. ANYGAYS. THIS IS PEAK DEVASTATION. ANON. WHAT HAVE YOU MADE ME DO. CAN’T SCORE THIS WITHOUT WRITING AN ESSAY. I LOVE TOO MUCH. SIGH.

9. EXPLOSIVE OVARIES SYNDROME ACTIVATED OUTFIT

I REFUSE TO COMMENT. NAAAH. UHM. NAAAW.

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WITH ABSOLUTE DEVOTION I WILL CLIMB MY CEILING.

IS THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR?

YOU HAVE SENT ME DOWN A SPIRAL AND I ENDED WITH TUX THYME WHICH LEADS TO MANIA.

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magnetiix · 2 years ago

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I know youve got a canon Wily already, but how would you write the big man himself?

Send in an ask with the name of a Mega Man character that I don’t have as a muse, and I’ll try to talk about how I’d characterize them! Classic and MMX only! (Still accepting!)

((Ooooh! Wily, huh?))

((Well, you all haven't seen much of Lin's Wily because he's not as much a major muse for her, but honestly the way I'd portray him is very close to hers! At least in terms of how he is now, just a silly grumpy old man.

I see him as someone who grew bitter from being scorned and dismissed. He's stubborn, too. He holds grudges and refuses to let them go. He's a shameless, egotistical, self-centered old man.))

((But more importantly, I see him as someone who is genuinely and purely passionate for his work. He does have a set moral code, even if it's not what would coincide with society's expectations. I'm not quite sure what exactly would have caused him and Light to split, but I do believe it'd have something to do with Blues, or more specifically how Blues was treated. That's something I'd have to mull over myself.

...Yes, I do think the failsafes were what caused him to leave. I figure he'd have already been embittered because Light was quickly gaining more popularity than him, possibly due to his gentler personality, and the failsafes were just... a snapping point. I imagine he'd have learned of Light's decision to install some failsafes into Blues before it happened/they were developed, and maybe he tried to convince Light otherwise. But unfortunately, Light is equally as stubborn of a man. I imagine this'd left such a sour taste in Wily's mouth, as he'd have seen it as... a huge injustice to Blues. We know that Wily has always seen the Robot Masters as people capable of making their own decisions much more than Light does, who even forgets the reason they gave robots souls in the first place. So he left, not wanting to work with a man like that, and ultimately leaving Blues to his fate.

I also think he genuinely doesn't want to go out of his way to kill innocents? We can see that he's had, like, plenty of opportunity to kill Cossack, or Kalinka, or Roll, or even Light, but he never does. If that's what he wanted, he could have done so countless times. He's not a man who wants revenge, not to that extreme at least, but moreso... acknowledgement. And public humiliation for Light. It's an odd grey area, though, because there have absolutely been casualties from his Numbers' attacks, but I don't think his goal has ever been to kill. That's not exactly what he wants. With Rock, it's... complicated. But I believe that if Rock were to ever put down the mantle of 'Mega Man' and give up, he'd happily settle for that.

We can see that he is loyal where it counts, too. He's someone who's quick to run and save his own hide, but that's because he knows that Rock would never seriously harm the Wilybots. I really do think that it's so important to note that Wily would rather die fighting with his sons than save his own ass if the probability of their deaths was a high one.

Unfortunately, I also think that he's someone who falls victim to brain cancer, or some other form of brain damage/sickness, possibly as a result of his teleportation experiments. As the years progress, he definitely... becomes less himself. More violent, more erratic, more unstable. And I think this turn possibly starts making itself very known around the ninth or tenth war, though he still has his moments of clarity. And I'm sure the Wilybots noticed this change, as well. By the time Zero comes around, Wily is no longer the silly, brilliant old man they'd known and loved. I think he succumbs to his illness shortly before Zero is fully completed, and rather than being remembered as a man who fought for his recognition and robot equality, like he'd have ideally wanted long ago, he's remembered as a man who, in his final breath, was so consumed by his grudge that he tried to destroy the very world he'd been wanting to change. Everything else prior to that point is forgotten and lost in the wake of the cataclysmic war that DWN-Infinity sparks.

I think Wily is a man who loses everything.))

#//curious are we?; (ASK)#//unidentified; (ANON)#//not quite myself; (OOC)#cancer mention tw #death mention tw

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mikkeneko · 3 years ago

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For the ship ask game, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian.

Ooh! What an excellent topic! I do, of course, ship it.

What made you ship it?

I mean... *gestures to all of CQL*

It's a bit fuzzy now, but I think this is a fandom where I started reading fic for it before I actually got around to watching it -- which means that the thing that sold me on the ship first would have been fanfic. But there's a lot of very good fanfic in this fandom.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I'm gonna be very basic about this, but -- one of my favorite things is just how devoted Lan Wangji is to Wei Wuxian. He will always support him, he will always take his side, he will always put him first. I think it's very important for a person to have someone in their lives who will always put them first, and doubly so for a character like Wei Wuxian who has been so badly treated by the world.

For Lan Wangji, my favorite thing is how much Wei Wuxian likes him just as he is. Wei Wuxian might have ended up with Lan Wangji just because he needed a protector, or had no choice, or thought it was the best option available to him. But Wei Wuxian really likes him! As a person! He likes his personality, which pretty much no one else in this world does! Lan Wangji is unfriendly and introverted and cold and uncommunicative and he does not want to change, and Wei Wuxian doesn't want him to change either because he likes him as he is. Lots of people respect and admire Lan Wangji, or even fear him, and a smaller number love him, but not very many people actually like him.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I would not have thought that top/bottom discourse would still be a thing here in the Year Of Our Lord 4720, and yet going by the irascible author's notes I have seen some authors make, it is still very much alive and well in MDZS fandom! So here it is: I absolutely think Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian switch. Wei Wuxian's whole character is around balance and duality: he straddles the line between good and evil, between cultivator society and civilian society, between the sword path and the ghost path, you are not going to convince me that he's not a vers. (And Lan Wangji, well, Lan Wangji will go along with whatever makes Wei Wuxian happy.)

Also, I actually like the CQL ending with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian parting ways. I wouldn't like it if they had stayed parted -- that would have been some bullshit -- but we know that Wei Wuxian is going to come back soon. Wei Wuxian can really benefit from some space to readjust to the world, and I admire Lan Wangji's commitment to trying to make the cultivator world a better place.

Ship/Don’t Ship Ask Meme

#wangxian #mikke memes

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years ago

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“do you even lift bro?” ver ii - dire, divus, ashton

The previous ask you did for me was so hilarious! If you're up for it then can i request the same for Divus, Ashton and Crowley this time? The reader doesn't necessarily have to be their student she can be their co-worker. Thanks anyway:) -- from @blackstrawberrynightmare

A/N: Ah! Hello again! We should all thank @blackstrawberrynightmare who actually prompted the creation of this “do you even lift bro?” series! I’m genuinely surprised how popular my version of the “bridal carry” is! I just... tried to be funny. I don’t think I am funny though?? xD

For this one, I originally wanted to push for a very neutral reader so you couldn’t tell if it was a student or a teacher... but then I found it really funny how a teacher would react to being thrown into Twisted Wonderland... Also slight nsfw because Divus. (I was thirsty, I have no excuse.) ALSO! This one doesn’t have images because the teachers don’t appear in the manga... smh...

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (this), ver iii (leech twins, jamil, epel, rook, lilia)

When you first came to Twisted Wonderland--you were, at first, some glorified errand girl.

Which, to be fair, as someone who didn’t possess magic, totally made sense.

Then Grim got into an argument with Ace. They burnt a statue, Dire punished them (including you, at which point you felt like you had gone back to high school). Then Deuce happened, the chandelier got ruined, you were about to all get expelled (but you weren’t enrolled anyways? You would’ve refused that?). So you all high tail it to that magical cave, found a magic crystal and--

“Absolutely not.” you put your foot down. “I am an adult woman, and I refuse to go back to high school... or whatever this is. I don’t mind being an errand girl, but I refuse to be a student again.”

“But--” Grim protested, but your sharp glare made him flinch--and so did the ADeuce combo. They had seen you get furious before, and it was a lecture they wouldn’t want to repeat.

At that, Dire Crowley sighed in response.

“Well, what do you propose you do?”

You paused, you hadn’t expected the guy to listen to you. After all, he hadn’t let you get a word in since you got here anyways.

“Maybe... a teacher’s assistant job?”

“Or a secretary.” you offered.

He didn’t look convinced, so you decided to pull out your secret weapon.

"Imagine this Dire,” you had said, purposely using his name to get a point across--that you aren’t a child. “I can handle paperwork as long as magic isn’t involved.”

“Then you’re hired.” he immediately decided, to the gasps of the students in the office with you. You only smirked triumphantly.

So it seemed that hate for paperwork persisted across universes.

“Then what about me?” Dire peered at Grim through his mask.

“Well then, I suppose you can still sit in lectures provided, that you do your work well.”

So here you were, months later, as you followed him around like the dutiful secretary you were.

Dire was... a little air headed at times, but he mostly meant well. ‘Mostly’ because he often got you to take care of everything he couldn’t (didn’t want to) do. He did his best to be interactive and friendly with his students--which you could say was far better than most academic institutions back in your world. He was a person who was willing to listen, as long as you managed to keep him calm and tell him to pay attention.

But other than that--

‘He’s really like a bird’ you thought, as he fluttered about and inspected the mirrors.

“We’re done here.” He finally said, then turned to you.

His yellow eyes always felt as if they were staring deep into your soul, and you barely controlled a shudder at the way they glowed--before you looked down at the schedule in your hands.

“We’re going to double check the maintenance on going at the stadium,” you reported, he sighed a little.

“Oh how generous I am, to look into all these details so carefully...” he mourned, “yet there is no rest for someone as generous as I--”

“Sir, it’s your job.”

He proceeded to ignore you while he whined to himself. You could feel your sweat drop in response.

“You do have a break after this.”

He instantly cheered up on that.

“No, it’s not long enough to suntan in the Southern Islands.” you said, used to his moods. “but if we don’t carry on right now, you will never get a break.”

“Oh very well,” he sniffed, “I shall attend to this matter... because I am ever so generous.”

You rolled your eyes.

Once you had gotten to the stadium, Dire easily handled and fielded all the questions that were directed to him by the maintenance staff. As he finished speaking to the staff, he turned to you with a pointed look, and wide gold eyes.

“Oh, alright--” you had barely gotten the word out when you heard a snap from somewhere above, and a yell. You only got a brief glimpse, before you grabbed Dire (at which he let out a very undignified yelp) and darted out of the way as fast as you could. A long, metal beam fell in the spot you were originally in, and set up dust in the air. This makes both you and Dire cough, but you’re glad that you had managed to dodge it in time.

“Dire, are you okay?”

“I am fine,” he wheezed, a hand over his chest before he turned to you. You pulled your head back just in time to make sure his mask doesn’t poke your eyes out. “I--what--how are you carrying me?” he said, his voice shrill.

“It’s always been something I can do.” you shrugged, he was actually a pretty light guy--mask, coat and top hat included.

“I could’ve used magic.”

“Adrenaline rush?” you offered. “I just knew I had to move us as fast as possible.”

Dire stared at you with those unflinching yellow eyes, and you began to twitch nervously. You hated how it almost always feels like he never blinks... or something.

“Does this mean you could carry me to places this whole time--”

“--! You’re seriously going with that?” you complained, as you fell onto your knees, the adrenaline rush having left you. He squeaked in surprise at the sudden drop, but he does look at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” there was a worried tone in his voice and you nodded.

“Give me a moment.” He nodded slowly, and he reached a hand to rub at your back, which helped steady your breathing. You tried not to look at him, as you knew you’d be faced with that unnerving stare of his.

It always felt like it was trying to figure you out--understand you--as if you’re some great mystery, when you feel like an open book.

“Why don’t you take a time off today?” Dire suddenly said.

“What?” You looked up to shoot him a look. “You’ll use it to slack!”

“Absolutely not.” he sounded offended. “I take my job very seriously.”

“Then I’ll take my job seriously.”

“You do not seem fine.” Dire insisted, yellow eyes fixed upon your own. “Since you graciously saved me, I shall graciously allow you to have some time off, dear secretary--because I am super duper gracious after all.”

You rolled your eyes, but you laced your fingers together to stop your shaking.

Dire was...

kind. Actually pretty empathetic and sensitive--but he just sometimes chose not to intervene. If he pushed you for a break then he must be pretty serious.

“Alright.”At your response, his eyes became two curved lines.

‘Sometimes I really don’t understand you.’ you think, baffled.

“Excellent! I want my amazing secretary all healthy and well by tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure.” you eyed him.

‘One day, I’ll truly understand you.’ you vowed to yourself, quiet but determined.

When Dire had left you in the care of Divus, you couldn’t help but want to both thank and curse the man.

You were thankful you had gotten Divus because he was a pretty respectful person--the use of a teacher’s baton with a collar hanging off it notwithstanding--and he was certainly more aware of what you needed as a woman. It was easier to communicate to him your basic needs, and he barely blinked as he helped you shopped.

In fact, the man had been more than willing to help you chose out clothes that he insisted would suit you better.

However...

However, you also wanted to curse Dire because he had left you in the hands of the most attractive faculty member. It didn’t help that it felt like he was out to seduce you--no, calling you ‘good girl’ or ‘pet’ instantly made the blood rush to your cheeks.

You were pretty certain it was one-sided, after all, he used that type of endearment with everyone. It was probably like how some older people would refer to younger people as ‘sweetie’ or ‘dear.’

“So, I need you to watch over that side, am I clear, pet?”

“No problem Divus.” you nodded your head, and just as you moved to the other side of the room, he took the time to give your hair a gentle pat, that smoothly transitioned to tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“What a good girl.” he said, with that same smirk that would make your panties drop if you were a lesser person. ‘I swear to god he knows that he’s doing to me,’ you thought to yourself, as you tried to distract yourself with thoughts of the alchemic table of elements.

Your job as Divus’s teaching aide was to look over people’s work. Unlike other courses in Night Raven College, Divus’s class was one where your worth as a magician wasn’t actually... relevant. Alchemy was based on the magician’s ability to stay attentive and patient. Divus started you off with learning the important ingredients, how to use them, and during class he would also tell you what you needed to see from someone’s potion to know that they were doing it right.

It wasn’t so difficult.

As you walked around the cauldrons of the students, and peered into the huge pots, you nodded in approval when you saw that they were mostly the right shade for this stage of the potion. You offered some quick suggestions or two to some of the pairs, when you heard a loud sound.

You turned quickly to see that someone’s potion was acting up, and it caused the cauldron to shake.

“Move, puppies!” Divus ordered them to move away from the cauldron as it swung toward him. You see him trip backward in his haste, and as adrenaline pounded in your ears, you immediately rushed over.

As he slipped, Divus hissed, and raised his teacher’s pointer--that is until he felt someone jerk him out of the way. The sudden pull, with his already unsteady stance, made him fall straight into your arms.

After rescuing Divus, you quickly scampered away from the acidic content that spilled onto the ground.

“What now Divus?” you looked down, only to realize that he was frozen, as he stared at you with a stunned expression on his handsome face. (Actually, the whole class was staring at you in surprise, but you’re a little too taken with Divus’s startled expression to really notice.)

“Uh... Is something wrong?”

“I... I didn’t realize you were so strong... pet.” He said, his eyes wide. As much as you wanted to savor the expression--he was nearly unflappable--you had greater concerns.

“I can explain later?” you offered, then your eyes darted back to the concoction on the ground. “but the acid...”

“Ah, right.” he snapped back into attention, and moved to leave your arms. While you do let him go, never let it be said that you weren’t mournful. He was an attractive coworker, and the way you had held him in your arms made you realize that one--his fur coat wasn’t very thick, and that two--you got a good grip on his well toned body.

You looked up to notice him scold the students as he waved his teacher’s baton around. You raised a hand to massage your temples when a thick, sophisticated (dare you say ‘sexy’) scent wafted up to your face from your hands. It was Divus’s perfume. You let out a shaky inhale in surprise, only to be overwhelmed by the scent. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, and you go a little dizzy at that.

‘My god this man isn’t good for my heart.’ You thought, as you reached up a hand to rub at the scent.

“Are you alright, pet?” Your head snapped up in surprise, only to realize that Divus’s face was very close to your own. You let out a squeak, and you slipped backward only for him to catch you by wrapping his arm around your waist. This of course meant--

Your faces are even closer than before.

“It seems like I saved you this time.” He let out a soft chuckle, and his face was so close to your own, that whatever red in your cheeks you’ve lost--probably came back tenfold.

It also doesn’t help that this close, you could smell his perfume.

“Yeah--um, thanks.” You took a proper step back except this time he followed.

“Now now, pet.” He tilted his head. “You were going to tell me about earlier.”

“The strength thing?” You asked. “I’ve always been strong... It was my talent so... I learnt how to use it.” your eyes flickered around, only to notice he’d likely dismissed the students already. That’s when you feel something press against your chin, which made you meet the taller man’s gaze. Unable to look at the item pressed against your jaw, you had to rely on your sense of touch—with the cool metal making you realize that it was his baton pressed against your chin. You feel the heat rise up to your ears in response to the realization.

He looked back at you with heavily lidded eyes. From this close you couldn’t help notice the glitter over his eyelids mixed in with his eyeshadow, and that hint of something in his eyes that made you shiver.

“Aren’t you a fascinating one, pet?” he hummed. “You never cease to capture my attention.” (He thought back on the way you looked when you had easily carried him in your arms--his heart had skipped a beat. He had always thought you were cute--but at that moment? Something about the fierceness and strength in your expression was beautiful and undeniably--)

He cocked his head as he sees that spark in your eyes again.

‘--alluring.’ He decided.

“Is that a good thing?” you asked as you bit your lip and his smirk only widened.

“Why don’t you tell me?” he asked, before he leant in to press his lips roughly against your lips, that made your heart flip--and when he slid his clothed leg in between your thighs--

‘This man is really not good for my heart.’

It took a little bit more convincing, but Crowley finally agreed to let you be a teacher’s assistant--to Ashton.

Ashton was--alright. He was energetic, and generally very cheerful. He was pretty easy to get along with. Though you had some issues with his bias to the more physically capable students--you saw it as your job to help out the less physically capable students when you could. When all else failed, you saw to it that the students would get tips from each other. It was the most you could--especially since physical education was different in this world.

You cupped your face in your hands as you watched the students quietly play Magical Shift. Beside you, Ashton yelled in good cheer--he wasn’t particularly biased to one side--he gave good advice to all players of the field. You could only watch attentively because you thought you barely knew enough about Magical Shift to be a proper commentator.

That is until you notice that the disk was suddenly launched your way.

You acted on pure adrenaline as you pulled Ashton out of the way and hoped away from the spot as the disk embedded itself deeply into the bleacher seats that you were originally on.

You let out a sigh of relief at the successful dodge--that thing was heavy, no surprise there--you had to lug it around without magic. But you just knew getting hit by that thing--at the speed it was going, would definitely bruise someone.

“Ashton are you okay?” You looked down briefly, only to see Ashton’s expression.

Ashton stared at you in awe. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape. He had his hands pulled to his chest and laced together.

He looked...very much like a damsel in distress, and you could already feel the laughter bubbling in your chest.

Ashton really did give some of the greatest expressions to everything--you can feel your heart soften.

He was someone you grew incredibly fond of--because of how genuine he was about everything, especially with the things he liked.

“[Name].”

“Yeah?” you arched your brow.

“You’re carrying me.” You looked down at him--and well, his position in your arms.

“...Yeah?” you tilted your head. “I mean, you’re in my arms right now, right?”

“How are you doing this?” he said, his awe so apparent you can’t help but regard him with amusement.

“I’ve always been strong.” you paused, “and well... it was that one thing I had so... I honed it.”

“That...” he said so quietly you grew concerned--he wasn’t the quiet type. Far from it. “IS! SO! AWESOME!” you flinched when he suddenly bellowed.

“Quick! Tell me what’s your max weight!” he asked, and confused, you tell him. His eyes only sparkled further in response--and you kid not, when Ashton’s eyes glittered--they glittered and shone like bright stars.

“You must join me for training!” he said eagerly, “I’m so excited! I don’t have much people to train with, but it will be fun to do it with you! That I’m sure of.”

“Wait... you’re not... weirded out by it?” Most of the time, when guys twice your size find out you could carry them with no sweat, they often just... bailed. You had long gotten used to it, and refused to care because you wouldn’t let them have what you were proud of. While Ashton didn’t strike you as that type of person, doesn’t mean you didn’t brace for the possibility that he might respond that way.

“What?” his brows furrowed. “No! I think it’s amazing!”

Your heart fluttered at that, and you watched him in surprise as he rose from your arms.

“We should train together, okay?” Then he turned away to begin instructing the players again.

You looked down to your hands and they feel warm. You felt your cheeks warm and a thought pervades--

‘Do I--?’

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #ai lift series #twisted wonderland #female reader #twst #twst scenarios #twst dire #twst divus #twst ashton #how to tag twst teachers?#i sniffed belial's perfume to write crewel's scene and my mind expanded #in conclusion i shouldnt have sniffed belial's perfume

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fatefulfaerie · 4 years ago

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Missed Connections (Christmas Wrapping)

Day 10 of the 12 days of Christmas prompts orchestrated by @zelink-prompts

Incarnation: Breath of the Wild pre-Calamity

Link was invited as a guest to the Hylia’s Day ball and honestly, he didn’t know how to act, how to not be on guard, how to walk without the weight of the Master Sword. When the King of Hyrule invited him to relax the night away, he likely considered that the prospect of relaxing was even more stressful for the knight with the sword that seals the darkness.

He would only admit it to himself, but Link actually liked being the knight attendant to Princess Zelda. Mostly, he kept it secret because his charge was the complete opposite, absolutely hating his assignment to her. Link also feared that being honest with her about enjoying her company would lead to accidentally being honest with her about his growing feelings for the princess. Link was thus glad that he had adapted such a habit of being stoic all the time, of course borne out of always being expected to be the perfect hero.

Sometimes, he wished he could be himself.

“Master Link,” he heard a servant say near him, Link immediately turning his head and taking a step. “You inquired after Princess Zelda.”

“Yes,” Link said. “Where is she?”

“She has fallen ill in her chambers,” the servant said. “I assure you she is well-guarded but she will not be attending the Hylia’s Day festivities tonight.”

“I see,” Link said with a nod. “Thank you.”

Link’s gaze was distant as he stood in the crowded ballroom, thinking upon his next actions with what looked to everyone else like an expression with no emotion.

He looked out at the ballroom again, all these people he felt more and more alienated from. Somehow, he felt more at home with the person who regarded him with barely a glance.

Link summoned his courage and made his way through the crowds, trying not to bump shoulders but inevitably doing so as he reached the large doors.

The hallway was refreshingly empty of ballroom guests, Link feeling as though he could finally breathe, although his royal guard uniform he wore for special occasions such as this still restricted his freedom horribly.

Link had memorized his way to Zelda’s chambers by now, it, after all, being part of his job. In fact, before he knew it he was standing in front of her closed doors with a closed fist ready to knock.

He hesitated, stopping in his tracks to consider simply letting her rest. After all, igniting her anger towards him didn’t seem the neighborly thing to do. Even though he meant to help, he was likely the last person in Hyrule she wanted to be consoled by.

But then again, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that she felt as unbearably alone as he did. Perhaps she didn’t suspect yet as he did that they were each other’s cure.

So, perhaps a bit impulsively and with a great amount of fear in his heart, he took a deep breath and knocked on her door thrice.

“Your Highness?” He asked. “Are you all right?”

There was a bout of silence where Link thought of turning himself back around, surrendering this waging battle. Perhaps she was ignoring him.

“Yes,” he finally heard, her voice softer and more angelic than he’d ever heard. “Yes I am. Are you one of my father’s men? Has he sent you to come check up on me?”

It suddenly occurred to Link that Zelda had never before heard him speak. Although cordiality towards him wasn’t something he should have gotten used to, he couldn’t help not correcting her error. Talking to her without the odd rift between them seemed the best Hylia’s Day present of them all.

“No, I…” Link responded, only imagining how angry she would be if she learned he had tricked her in the way he was about to. “Well, technically I am, but I heard you were sick and came to check up on you.”

Zelda took a pause, Link not knowing that she had graced a smile.

“That is very sweet,” she said. “Only, I…I wouldn’t call myself presentable enough to be seen by just any other soldier. I hope you don’t mind.”

Link breathed a sigh of relief knowing the doors wouldn’t open, that the charade of peace would be kept up longer. But at he same time, he stood at the door on edge, watching everything he said. She just wanted her to not feel lonely, even if just for a few moments.

“No,” he said. “I don’t mind. Are you feeling better?”

“Not really,” Zelda replied. “Actually if I’m being honest, it’s only small headache. Really, I…I just didn’t feel like celebrating.”

“Why not?” Link asked.

Zelda laughed at the question but she didn’t seem amused in the slightest. Link’s blue eyes melted with concern

“Oh, I get it, now,” she said. “You were dared to come up here. ‘See what the Princess thinks of her inadequacy,’ how ver—“

“No!” Link insisted quickly. “No! I don’t think of you as inadequate at all! I think you’re under a lot of pressure and…and I understand you not wanting to be in that ballroom tonight.”

Link felt a great sense of relief at finally being able to get those words out and into her ears. He worried in the following silence that he had spilled it out too abruptly.

“I don’t think anyone could ever truly understand having the kingdom’s weight on your shoulders,” Zelda said quietly, Link mouthing “really” and laughing inaudibly. “But, then again, I don’t think anyone has tried to understand my hardships, not even my father.”

Link slid down the closed door before sitting with his back pressed up against it, his head leaning against it. He hated that she needed him and yet refused to acknowledge his existence and yet he loved talking to her so openly.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a guard here?” Link asked, finally noticing the absence of one.

“New orders from the King,” Zelda explained, before almost saying mockingly, “Her Highness is to be protected from the inside of her chambers. I didn’t think it applied as an at all times thing but of course it does. There are guards in here as I speak”

“But it isn’t at all times,” Link said a bit more forcefully before panicking, realizing that some random knight wouldn’t know her schedule so well. “I…I mean you’re obviously not always in your chambers. Don’t you have a knight attendant?”

“Oh,” Zelda said. Link could hear hear spite loud and clear. “Right.”

Link felt something in his chest, something sour and bitter. Not only had he reminded her of his existence, but the way she talked when thinking about him was so hopelessly cold. He didn’t know what to do to convince her he was on her side, thus resolving to take advantage of this opportunity.

“Are you still here?” Zelda asked.

“Yeah,” Link replied cautiously. “I can leave, if you want.”

“No,” she replied. “That’s all right.”

A silence fell between them. Somehow, Link didn’t know how, but somehow that was okay. It was a comfortable silence.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” She asked, soon correcting herself. “I mean, I know you are a knight but originally…your voice. I’d guess somewhere to the south, the Necluda region.”

“Yeah…yeah I am.” Link said, turning his head to his shoulder and smiling. “You’re smart.”

“It only goes so far,” she said with a reclaimed sadness that sank Link’s heart.

“Your Highness, I…” Link started. “Can…can I be honest with you?”

“Sure,” Zelda said, Link able to hear her smile. Perhaps after such a civil conversation, him revealing his identity would work to his advantage.

“I…” he said nervously. “I want…I want to be a comfort to you. In these times of great stress…I feel like no one cares about the people they are placing their stress upon. I feel like you may need someone like me and that…that…th-that I might need you too.”

“Why would you need me?” Zelda asked calmly. “I don’t understand.”

“Because…” Link tried. He was more nervous than he thought he would be, his pulse racing and his heart running in circles that were too fast for him to keep up with. He took a breath in, closing his eyes.

“Because I’m Link,” he blurted out loudly, expelling the truth onto her and immediately thinking of a million different ways he could have said it better.

The doors swung open immediately, revealing a Princess that Link gazed upon as he stood up slowly, her elegance ethereal and her anger restrained.

She wore a white nightgown that exposed her shoulders and her ankles, that was a light fabric that floated with the incoming breeze of the near window.

And yet her furrowed brow and the ignited fury in her green eyes seemed to contradict her beauty as she glared at Link, frozen in fear and yet standing his ground.

#zelink #zelda #link #missed connections #twelve days of christmas #christmas wrapping #tloz #the legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild

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otomes-world · 4 years ago

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Love Letter (Idia ver.)

Anon says: I’ve read your post with letter from Malleus and it was enchanting! Would it be possible for you to create a similar letter but from Idia? Please.

Thank you for request! I`ve write for Idia one time and I`m not sure if i write his character in correct way.. but I hope you will still enjoy it! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

How Idia got the position of head of Ignihyde, the young man himself didn`t know and, to be honest, didn`t want to know. Perhaps, as in the case of Al Asim, the influence and position of their families played, but he was sure that he wasn`t appointed for merit. No matter that Ortho argued otherwise, tried to convince his brother, Shroud still didn`t believe it.

“My home is my fortress” is the motto of the blue-haired “prefect”. He felt much more comfortable and most importantly calmer in the room and on the Internet. There he could be a person, who he always wanted to be. Only there he could be something that parents could be proud of.

Idia hated his real self with all his heart: useless, mediocre, stupid, weak… despised by everyone. Nobody will love him, no, nobody won`t be able to love him. He has nothing to attract the love of his life. Of course, Night Raven College was full of personalities who are much better than him.

Famous model Vill Schoenheit. Ingenious merchant Azul Ashengrotto. Bright and kind Kalim Al Asim. Strict but talented Riddle Rosehearts. Second prince Leona Kingscholar and future king Malleus Draconia.

With each name spoken, Idia’s resolve melted faster than the wax of a burning candle. He hated it. Hated it. He hated what he could only observe through countless cameras set up everywhere. To catch fleeting glances and smiles through the screen that weren`t intended for him.

Ortho, who wasn`t liked to see his brother’s suffering, offered him the best solution in his humble opinion. If his relative isn`t very good at expressing his feelings through conversation, then why not write about his feelings? Well, Shroud Jr. would gladly hand the letter over to his brother’s sigh.

At first, the young man immediately threw away the stupid, in his opinion, idea. It looked too childish, too naive. However, with each passing day it became more and more unbearable to wait in the shadows, therefore, overcoming his fear, Idia reached for the keyboard. Truly, Ortho immediately confiscated the device, handing it in return with paper and a pen.

***

“Dear… respectful... Prefect of the Onboro Dorm,

I… you… the head of the dorm Ignihyde writes to you. Most likely, you have heard rumors about me, not the best rumors. However, this isn`t important now.

The thing is, I noticed you through one of the security cameras. I didn’t follow you! Probably. It so happened by itself, I didn`t stalk after you or anything like that. If two parties know about surveillance, then this is not stalking, right?

Surely you must think I’m a weird, disgusting, undeserving weed on the road that would never get your attention.

I love you.

Why is it so embarrassing to even write about something like that!

My feelings for you are sincere, I can assure you of this. I have never felt this way for anyone. Everything is for the first time for me, however, as well as for you. I know this not because I had been followed to you!

I didn’t want to do this, Orto insisted that the love letter must be handwritten, otherwise the whole meaning is lost. This is nonsense, isn’t it? I know that you also don`t like this lovely dovely thing.

You don’t love me, it’s a fact, however… Orto insists that there is a possibility that our feelings will reciprocate. I don’t believe it, but… if it turns out to be true. If you feel the same for me as I feel for you… I’ll be happy. So happy that I’m afraid my heart will burst out!

Would like to be Absolutely yours,

Idia Shroud”

***

The “letter” was a crumpled, crossed out something, which the robot immediately snatched from his brother’s hands, ignoring all his complaints and cries. People wrote on the Internet that “the first option is usually the most sincere”, so Orto jumped out of the room, leaving the frightened Idia.

#Twisted wonderland #TW #Yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #twst #twst idia #idia x reader #yandere idia shroud #ignihyde #twst fic #twist oneshot #love letter

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narcosmx · 4 years ago

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narcos mexico headcannon list: them being protective would include (pt. 2)

a/n: just when i thought i couldn’t get any fucking softer i go and i write this, next i’m off to tackle request thank you for being patient with me ... also needed to use this pic bc fuckin wow offended

so for this i divided this up into two categories divided up by how the narcos men would primarily demonstrate their protectiveness

the two groups that they fall under are physically protective and emotionally protective

physically protective was part 1 and here we are to go into what is for sure going to be the death of me which is those who are emotionally protective

okay when i say emotionally protective, i’m thinking that they make you feel safe; there isn’t as much concern about a whole army of people following you at all times and willing to kill someone for you but it’s about you knowing that they’re there for you

not that these motherfuckers wouldn’t kill someone for you but it’s not that they wouldn’t kill someone for you, we all saw the palma scene you know what i’m talking about

it’s just like they’re more likely to kill someone because they disrespected you than because they got too close to you

anyways the three people that fall into these categories are the softest of narcos men

palma, benjamin and chapito i’m sobbing so let’s begin my torture

hector palma

my fucking sweet soft ass daddy

like i want you to think about that scene where lupe comes out crying from the room when clavel tells her that miguel sent out to kill palma

the way he was so freakign soft with her, already reaching out to hold her when he sees her crying

that is what palma is all about making you feel emotionally safe; like you can tell him absolutely anything and he will be there to

i am heart eyes at the idea that he would for sure be the one to come check on you to make sure you were okay all the time

like when you’re at a party and maybe he’s out talking to the other plaza bosses he keeps his eyes on you, stands so he can keep an eye on you

would make excuses to go get a drink so he can walk by and check on you

him reaching up to like caress your face with his thumb and leaning down to kiss your forehead and gently lifting your face by your chin to look up at him because he wants you looking into his eyes

‘todo bien, mi vida? hmm?’ whispering gently before giving you a soft kiss on the lips

and if he takes too long because you’re like cooing up at him the other guys are smirking and yelling at him to stop being a madilon (being whipped) but he wouldn’t give a shit

him turning back around after you reassure him you’re okay like 24 times he nods and turns around with his stupid smirk flipping the other guys off and he’s like ‘ya calmanse, tranquilos morros’

notices when you’re off right away, like even if you’re like in the slightest mood he is on it trying to make you feel better

palma will literally call his men to figure shit out today by themselves ‘porque me voy a quedar con mi reina hoy y punto, hijos de su reshingada madre’

will do whatever you need, this bitch would happily stay in bed with you all day/ you want your favorite meal? he will slave in the kitchen all day and just have you curled up in a blanket sitting at the kitchen table

can you just imagine freaking palma with a trapo slung over his shoulder, looking over at you and winking at you, before coming over and squishing your cheeks just being like “ugh mI SHULADA”

but yeah him squishing your face would be something he does often because he’s convinced you’re the cutest piece of shit he’s ever encountered

will do anything to make sure you’re happy and holy shit if someone makes you unhappy ... if someone upsets you palma’s going off

like baseball bats to he knee head popping off you know

benjamin

the level headed one amongst a family of complete human firecrackers; calm and collected god he’s such a soft daddy

but also conservative daddy on the streets for sure

benjamin wouldn’t be one, LIKE HIS BROTHER, to be smacking your ass, kissing at your neck and grabbing at you

it’s very much like he doesn’t want anyone seeing him be intimate for you; those things are only shared between the two of you

benjamin treats you and respects you like a queen and he will not fucking stand for anyone treating you like anything less

can you imagine the amount of times he has to smack the shit out of pancho’s and ramon’s head

angry hissing at them, this isn’t the time where he’s yelling at them this is when he gets in his really low whispers and pulls them really close to threaten them through closed teeth

like ‘no puedes ver que hay una dama, no quiero oir tus grocerias enfrente de ella, estamos?’

and if that’s what he’s out here doing to his brother’s imagine how he would be around literally anyone else

min makes it a point that you mean so much to him

since he isn’t the biggest in pda, he feels like he needs to constantly reassure you that he still loves you

like very subtle acts of pda, holding your hand and giving it a soft squeeze so you’ll look up at him and he’ll give you his warm smile and kiss the back of your hand

cannot leave the house without a goodbye kiss and being able to tell you to be safe and call him if you need anything

like he can’t go on with his day if he hasn’t reminded you of those two things

and at first assuming the whole ‘call me if you need me’ thing was just a thing he said to make you feel better but wouldn’t really be able to do

but then you call him one day; maybe you’re having car trouble and you need help being like ‘i’m sorry amor... i know you’re busy and...”

and benjamin is already snapping at someone to get the car ready and is immediately telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes, telling you there is absolutely no reason to apologze he meant it A N Y T H IN G

i just his protectiveness is all about taking care of you, making you feel safe in the fact that no matter what he got you... you don’t have to worry about anything as long as he’s here

mi chapito

chapito absolutamente el amor de mi vida i am sobing

chapito’s protectiveness is about protecting and perserving yOUR HONOR THAT IS SO FUCKING HIM

he’s pretty fucking positive you’re an angel walking on earth

has told his mom that you’re the angelito that diosito sent him to keep him safe and showing him there’s still some good in this fucking world

anyways you’re the purest and most precious thing in his life and he’s going to make sure you stay that way

needs everyone to see you as their pure bean too okay

the moment that i keep imagining is in season 1 is when ramon makes fun of chapito about him getting it up

if anyone made even something approaching a sexual comment around you he would be squaring this person up doesn’t give a shit that is ramon who’s half a foot taller than him no one disrespects his bebe

if some moron said a sexual comment about you fucking forget it okay the sinaloa cartel is fucking savage i need you to consider that palma, THE BOSS, beat someone to death with a baseball bat now imagine what chapito would do as the person PALMA SENDS OUT TO FUCKING MURDER PEOPLE

in conclusion, chapo would tear someone limb from limb for your ass

and again on the sinaloenses; they are the biggest fucking group of buttholes they will roast each other all day every fucking day

and chapito isn’t unaware of this, i mean cochi is his closest friends he knows what this shit is like

and oof fucking chapo can dish it out too and he’ll take it from anyone BUT THE SECOND THAT THE JOKES MOVE TO YOU HE’S SHUTTING THAT SHIT DOWN IN AN INSTANT

even to coshi he’s like ‘aye aye no te pasas cabron, de mi princesa no se habla’ and gets his most serious face because cochi’s trying to laugh it off

similar to palma and that he’d be checking in with you all the time; as much as he can and as frequently as he can

and he doesn’t give a shit about what other people may think of him but if something is upsetting you, making you uncomfortable it is fucking cancelled and he’s going to make sure of it

always worries about making you feel safe because you are his safety... you are home to him and he’s going to make sure of it

also protective in like stupid subtle ways wanting to make you feel safe; walking on the side closest to the street on the sidewalk, keeping his hands on your waist when you’re walking through a crowd, always checking the house to make sure everything is locked up, always sleeps with his arms wrapped around you

i have this idea of him buying you a guard dog so that he knows you’re safe when he’s away... s o b b i n g

i will end this before i end myself

#narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico imagine #hector palma #narcos mexico #joaquín guzmán #benjamin arellano felix #benjamin arellano felix x reader #joaquin guzman x reader #el chapo x reader #el chapo #hector palma x reader

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sur-un-fil · 4 years ago

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A propos du trouble bipolaire ( phase dépressive) , par Nayialovecat

Trouble bipolaire, phase dépressive. Texte écrit par @nayialovecat. ( Le lien vers l’image est LA, celui du texte ICI.)

Une personne dépressive n'est pas celle qui pleure, qui a l'air malheureuse, qui parle de vouloir se suicider... Les personnes dépressives sont souvent souriantes, calmes, et lorsqu'on leur demande ce qui se passe, elles peuvent être enthousiastes et vous convaincre que tout va bien. Il faut donc être très vigilant. Car bien qu'il y ait un sourire à l'extérieur, il peut y avoir un abîme sombre ouvert à l'intérieur qui engloutit lentement cette personne. C'est un peu comme d'autres maladies - le cancer par exemple... une fois que les symptômes sont visibles - il est souvent trop tard pour les traiter.

"Salut tout le monde. J'aimerais vous donner quelques bons conseils au cas où vous auriez un jour affaire à une personne souffrant de trouble bipolaire et sur le point d'entrer dans une phase de dépression (la plus dangereuse, à mon avis). Mais n'oubliez pas que les conseils que je donne ici sont basés sur mon propre comportement (et celui de deux personnes de ma connaissance souffrant de conditions similaires ) : tout le monde n'est pas comme moi. Je ne veux pas être un gourou, parce que quelqu'un d'autre qui est déprimé ou quelque chose comme ça pourrait se dire que j'écris n'importe quoi parce que ça ne fonctionne pas pour lui/elle. Néanmoins... Peut-être que quelqu'un en aura besoin, alors je l'écris.

1- Ce qui est répété partout - vous ne devez pas ignorer et minimiser la dépression, vous ne devez pas laisser cette personne seule avec ses pensées, car ce chemin mène tout droit vers un abîme sombre.

2- Mais cela n'aidera pas si vous dites "Tu as une vie merveilleuse, tu es une personne merveilleuse, tu as une famille merveilleuse". Je sais que c'est le cas. Et quoi ? Mon cerveau ne fonctionne pas logiquement en ce moment et parler comme ça ne fera que me faire penser "Ma famille est merveilleuse, je ne devrais pas les encombrer avec une merde humaine comme moi". N'essaiez pas la logique avec les personnes bipolaires en crise. La logique ne marche pas.

3- Le pire que vous puissiez dire est "Arrête d'être triste". Putain, vraiment ? Conseil du siècle ! "Tu dis que tu es déprimé ? Alors arrête." Non, vraiment, ça ne marche pas comme ça. Et les beaux slogans de motivation du style "Il suffit de vouloir" , vous pouvez vous les mettre où je pense.

4- Si la personne malade se voit prescrire des médicaments, assurez-vous qu'elle les prend. Je ne parle pas seulement des médicaments pour les troubles bipolaires, mais aussi autres. Par exemple, si elle est diabétique et qu'elle a un épisode dépressif, elle peut très facilement renoncer à l'insuline. Parfois, il s'agit d'un choix conscient ("je veux mourir"), mais parfois, c'est complètement indépendant, elle oublie simplement ou s'en moque. Vous devez les lui rappeler, pas nécessairement de manière intrusive, mais en lui disant par exemple : "tu as pensé à prendre tous tes médicaments aujourd'hui ?".

5- C'est bien de la contacter de temps en temps, surtout si elle vit seule ou est souvent laissée seule. Il ne s'agit pas seulement d'empêcher le suicide, car toutes les personnes dépressives n'y pensent pas. Mais le fait est qu'elle ne doit pas être seule, qu'elle doit sentir que quelqu'un pense à elle et s'inquiète pour elle. Et même si elle a l'air heureuse au téléphone, ne vous y trompez pas - il s'agit généralement d'un masque et vous devez donc être prudent. Vous devez lui faire comprendre que vous vous souciez d'elle/de lui.

6- Parler du problème ne fonctionne que dans le cas de maladies physiques. Très rarement pour les maladies mentales (encore une fois : n'essayez pas la logique sur une personne souffrant de troubles bipolaires). Pendant les conversations, essayez de ne pas parler du problème, ne l'analysez pas, parlez plutôt d'autre chose.

7- Et un bon conseil qui fonctionne (du moins pour moi) est de garder la personne occupée. Il ne s'agit pas de la faire rire, essayer de la faire rire ne peut qu'aggraver la situation, mais de faire quelque chose de précis. Une activité où elle n'a pas le temps de (trop) penser. Vous pouvez la motiver et faire le ménage ensemble (la méthode de ma grand-mère, ça marche pour moi). Lui proposer une nouvelle série addictive (la méthode de mon mari, ça marche pour moi). Ou simplement lui parler beaucoup et souvent de choses diverses , de jeux ou de livres (méthode de mes amis, ça marche pour moi). Bien sûr, chaque personne est différente, j'écris sur les choses qui fonctionnent pour moi à ce stade. J'espère que cela vous aidera un peu.”

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Remember, a depressed person is not the one who cries, looks unhappy, talks about wanting to suicide... Depressed people are often smiling, calm, and when asked what's up, they can be enthusiastic convince you that everything is fine. Therefore, you have to be very wary and vigilant. For although there is a smile on the outside, there may be an open dark abyss inside which slowly engulfs this person. It's a bit like other diseases - cancer for example... once symptoms are visible - it is often too late to treat it.

Hey, folks. I'd like to give you a handful of good advices in case you ever have to deal with someone who has bipolar affective disorder and is about to enter a (more dangerous, in my opinion) period of depression. But remember that the advices I am giving here are based on my own behavior (and also on two people with similar conditions that I know) - not everyone is like me. I don't want to be a guru, 'cause someone else who is depressed or something like this might say I'm writing nonsense here 'cause it doesn't work for her/him. Nevertheless... maybe someone will need it, so I write it.

1- What is repeated everywhere - you must not ignore and downplay depression, you must not leave such a person alone with her/his thoughts, 'cause this way goes along straight into the dark abyss.

2- But it won't help if you say "you have such a wonderful life, you are a wonderful person, you have a wonderful family". I know I have. And what? My brain is not working logically right now and talking like that will only make me think "my family is wonderful, I shouldn't burden them with human shit like me". Don't try logic on such people. Logic doesn't work.

3- The absolute worst you can say is "stop being sad". Fuck, really? Century council! "You say you're depressed? So stop it." No, really, it doesn't work that way. And beautiful motivational slogans in the style of "you only need to want" can be put up your ass.

4- If the sick person is prescribed any medications, make sure that he or she takes them. I'm not just talking about medications for bipolar disorder, I'm also talking about all the others. For example, if she/he is diabetic and has a depressive episode, she/he may very easily give up insulin. Sometimes it's a conscious choice ("I want to die"), but sometimes it's completely independent, she/he just forgets or doesn't care. You need to remind such a person, not necessarily intrusively, but like "did you remember about medicaments today?"

5- It is good to contact such a person from time to time, especially if she/he lives alone or is often left alone. It is not just about stopping suicide, 'cause not every depressed person actually thinks of suicide. But the point is that she/he shouldn't be alone, that she/he should feel that someone is thinking about her/him, worrying about her/him. And even if she/he sounds happy on the phone, don't be fooled - it's usually a mask so you should be careful. You have to make it clear that you care about her/him.

6- Talking about the problem works only in the case of physical diseases. Very rarely for mental illness (again: don't try logic on a person with bipolar disorder). During conversations, try not to discuss the problem, do not analyze it, rather talk about anything else.

7- Exactly, a good advice that works (at least for me) is to keep the person busy. It's not about making her/him laugh, trying to make her/him laugh can only make it worse. But to do something specific. Something where there is no time to think. You can motivate such a person to clean up together (my grandmother's method, works at me). A new addictive series can be proposed (my husband's method, works at me). You can just talk a lot and often about various things with this person, about games or books (my friends method, works at me). Of course every person is different, I'm writing about things that work for me at this point. I hope it helps you a little.

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Hej, ludzie. Chciałabym udzielić Wam kilku dobrych rad na wypadek, gdybyście mieli kiedykolwiek do czynienia z osobą, która ma chorobę afektywną dwubiegunową i wkrótce wejdzie w (bardziej niebezpieczny moim zdaniem) epizod depresyjny. Pamiętaj jednak, że rady, których tu udzielam, opierają się na moim własnym zachowaniu (a także na dwóch ludziach z podobnymi schorzeniami, których znam) - nie wszyscy są tacy jak ja. Nie chcę być guru, ponieważ ktoś inny, kto ma depresję lub coś takiego, może powiedzieć, że piszę tutaj bzdury, ponieważ to nie działa dla niej/niego. Niemniej... może ktoś będzie tego potrzebował, więc piszę.

1- To, co się wszędzie powtarza - nie wolno ignorować i bagatelizować depresji, nie wolno zostawiać takiej osoby samej z jej myślami, bo ta droga prowadzi prosto w ciemną otchłań.

2- Ale nic nie pomoże, jeśli powiesz „masz takie wspaniałe życie, jesteś wspaniałą osobą, masz wspaniałą rodzinę”. Wiem, że tak. I co? Mój mózg nie działa teraz logicznie i mówienie w ten sposób sprawi, że pomyślę tylko: „moja rodzina jest wspaniała, nie powinienem obciążać ich takim ludzkim gównem jak ja”. Nie próbuj logiki na takich ludziach. Logika nie działa.

3- Absolutnie najgorsze, co możesz powiedzieć, to „przestań być smutny”. Kurwa, naprawdę? Rada stulecia! "Mówisz, że masz depresję? Więc przestań ją mieć." Nie, naprawdę, to nie działa w ten sposób. A piękne hasła motywacyjne w stylu „trzeba tylko chcieć” można włożyć sobie w dupę.

4- Jeśli choremu przepisano jakieś leki, upewnij się, że je przyjmuje. Nie mówię tylko o lekach na chorobę afektywną dwubiegunową, mówię też o wszystkich innych. Na przykład, jeśli ma cukrzycę i ma epizod depresyjny, może bardzo łatwo zrezygnować z insuliny. Czasami jest to świadomy wybór („Chcę umrzeć”), ale czasami jest całkowicie niezależny, po prostu zapomina lub nie przejmuje się tym. Trzeba takiej osobie przypominać, niekoniecznie nachalnie, ale w stylu „czy pamiętałeś dzisiaj o lekach?”.

5- Dobrze jest od czasu do czasu kontaktować się z taką osobą, zwłaszcza jeśli mieszka sama lub często zostaje sama. Nie chodzi tylko o powstrzymanie samobójstwa, ponieważ nie każda osoba w depresji myśli o samobójstwie. Ale chodzi o to, żeby nie była sama, żeby czuła, że ktoś o niej myśli, martwi się o nią. I nawet jeśli w telefonie brzmi wesoło, nie daj się zwieść - zwykle jest to maska, więc należy zachować ostrożność. Musisz jasno powiedzieć, że ci na niej/nim zależy.

6- Mówienie o problemie działa tylko w przypadku chorób fizycznych. Bardzo rzadko w przypadku choroby psychicznej (ponownie: nie próbuj logiki na osobę z chorobą afektywną dwubiegunową). Podczas rozmów staraj się nie rozmawiać o problemie, nie analizuj go, raczej mów o czymkolwiek innym.

7- Dokładnie, dobrą radą, która działa (przynajmniej dla mnie) jest zajęcie takiej osoby. Nie chodzi o to, żeby ją/jego rozśmieszyć, próba rozśmieszania może tylko pogorszyć sytuację. Ale zrobić coś konkretnego. Coś, nad czym nie ma czasu na myślenie. Taką osobę można zmotywować do wspólnego sprzątania (metoda mojej babci, na mnie działa). Można zaproponować nowy uzależniający serial (metoda mojego męża, na mnie działa). Możesz po prostu dużo i często rozmawiać z tą osobą na różne tematy, o grach lub książkach (metoda moich przyjaciół, na mnie działa). Oczywiście każda osoba jest inna, piszę o rzeczach, które w tym momencie działają dla mnie.

Mam nadzieję, że to trochę Wam pomoże.

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#traduction #maladiementale #bipolaire #VF #batim

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eijiroukiriot · 5 years ago

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i don’t have a fancy name for it or anything but this is my kirishima playlist

I posted about my krbk playlist a little while ago but since it’s Boy Day I wanted to finally post about my solo Kirishima playlist too!! The only other thing I have to say is that I Love The Boy and that’s what this playlist is for :)

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song descriptions under the cut!

(bc of how i want to format the explanations, this list will be out of order with the actual playlist but that doesn’t actually matter that much!)

i. Teenage Icon - The Vaccines

“Oh look at me, so ordinary

No mystery with no great capabilities”

-I guess it’s pretty fitting to start the list off with a very Middle School Kirishima kinda song! Something I really love about this one is that it’s very steeped in this idea that “oh I’m not great, I’ve been blown up my whole life but I’m really nothing special, I should just stop pretending to be” but then the choruses and the bridge are so upbeat that it feels like it’s made peace with it! Maybe even like it’s celebrating it? Like, this isn’t wallowing in self hatred, it’s an anthem and I feel like it’s the kind of thing Kirishima would listen to in middle school and think “yeah, I’m not special, so what, who cares”

ii. Whatta Man - I.O.I

the one w the classic “whatta man whatta man whatta man” hook but a kpop song

-as kirishima is the only boy alive, this song talking about a very good man must be dedicated to him

-put in the ioi ver instead of the classic one bc i love girls

iii. Embers - Owl City

“And we'll watch the sky as it fills with light

And though the embers are new, whatever you do just don't let the fire die”

-Something you are gonna learn very quickly about me is that I Love Owl City

-A lot of Owl City songs are about overcoming hard times and facing forward and this one hits me more than a lot of other generic Encouraging Songs because “don’t let the fire die” feels like such a genuine sentiment, like more than “you’re a firework” or whatever because it encapsulates the idea of “this is your decision to make and something you’re gonna have to put in the effort but you can turn your life around, you don’t have to hate yourself, you can make the decision not to” which I feel is a very Kirishima sentiment

iv. I’m Gay - Bowling For Soup

“It sells records when you're sad these days, it's super cool to be mad these days -

I think rock and roll is really funny when it's serious”

-now. there is the very obvious meaning here

-But mostly this feels like a very Kirishima-ish song to me since it’s all about getting out of the “everything sucks and talking about that all the time makes you cool” mentality and not taking things so seriously, focusing on the positives and trying to make other people happy too!

v. I’ll Make a Man Out of You - Mulan

(picking a lyric to express kirishima in this one feels dumb when all you need to see this as a Him song is to imagine him belting it out)

-the 12 year old that still lives somewhere inside of me and spent hours watching videos w titles like Total Drama Character Theme Songs on youtube is Extremely proud of herself for this one

vi. The Squip Song - BMC

“Freshman year, I didn't have a girlfriend or a clue

I was a loser, just like you”

-Look the fact of it is this song has extreme Kirishima Energy and to convince you of that I could write a lot of stuff or I could just link you the animatic I made please watch it I worked very hard

-Lyrical content aside I think the funky guitar and the horns and the amount of screaming in this song are Very kirishima

vii. Fiji Water - Owl City

“If I only knew then what I know now, I’d stand like a one man band, and I’d say

‘All this is new to me, but here’s how it’s gonna be - there is more to me than meets the eye”

-owl city part 2! It’s about him seeing himself as a regular kid but getting called by a record label and flown out to talk about a record deal, and it’s cast in this light of “I didn’t see myself as much then and I was surprised it could all happen to me” but trying to make the most of it anyway, which reminds me a lot of Kirishima still doubting himself but getting to UA anyway

-The last line “I laughed when I got back home and I thought, ‘there’s no such thing as luck’” is my absolute favorite part of the song and when I imagine that as kirishima getting home after crushing the entrance exam and falling face-first onto his bed laughing...well! a bitch is soft!

viii. I Wanna Meet Richard Dreyfuss - Gabriel Gundacker (the guy who made the “you are my dad” vine)

“Hello, don’t mean to interrupt your flow

But I’ve got something you need to know, and it’s very specific, so here we go:

I wanna meet Richard Dreyfuss”

-This song is from an album dedicated to a fan’s process of wanting to meet, NEEDING to meet, giving up on, trying to forget about, (brief intermission about saddles as he forgets about), apologizing to, finally meeting, and saying a satisfied goodbye to Richard Dreyfuss and it’s one of my favorite albums of all time

-At first I just thought the song sounded pretty Kirishima in terms of earnest effort and slightly-soulful high notes but then someone sent me an ask like “WHY IS THE RICHARD DREYFUSS SONG ON YOUR KIRISHIMA PLAYLIST” and I realized it would totally make sense for Kirishima to write an entire album about wanting to meet Crimson Riot, so, checkmate

ix. Angel, Please - Ra Ra Riot

“Long as I feel I can tell the danger did it - oh, you guard yourself, you do

I wasn't hurt but I know you're the curse, I know you were”

-i am not gonna lie the first time i heard this song I just wanted so so badly to make it abt kirishima bc 1) album cover is red 2) band name has riot in it

-Anyway so after a month of listening to it w that mindset I can say pretty confidently that this song makes me think of Kirishima’s big fat crush on bkg so really it should be in the krbk playlist instead of this one but I do what I want

x. Beautiful Times - Owl City

“My heart's burning bad and it's turning black but I'm learning how to be stronger”

-Owl City part 3 :)

-This one is the most focused on the dark side of things and the “struggling through the depression” angle but I really do think the ending is a beautiful sentiment and that line up there reminds me of him

-I feel like...things never get easy right away and there’s always gonna be some doubt there no matter how good you feel, and the only thing we can do about that is to keep trying to make things better

Songs that are also in my krbk playlist which I wrote about here that I won’t describe at length again but that I mostly associate with Kirishima:

xi. Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede

xii. Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai - Masayoshi Oishi

xiii. Knock Three Times - Tony Orlando & Dawn

xiv. If You Wanna - The Vaccines

xv. Slayers - Matt Fishel (I do want to say that this one is a big one bc it literally feels like what Kirishima would come up with if he tried to write bkg a song)

xvi. I’m Totally Obsessed With Him - Matt Fishel

xvii. Television/So Far So Good - Rex Orange County

xviii. Mamma Mia - ABBA

Aaaand, songs that all remind me of Kirishima just because they’re bops filled with loud, boisterous, cheerful, and at times comedic Kirishima Energy:

xix. Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy

xx. Flyers - Bradio

xxi. Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

xxii. Mr. Brightside - The Killers

xxiii. Sincerely Me - Dear Evan Hansen

xxiv. Uptown Funk - Bruno Mars

#hello......im love him and that's all i have to say #i've been adding things to this playlist for the past few months and i've wanted to talk about it for a while so ! here it is #i've definitely linked it before and there's not as much to talk abt as on the krbk list but! it's made w love #thoughts #e2019 #playlists

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thotwonu · 5 years ago

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ella y yo → zabdiel de jesus/christopher velez

lmao hi, it me. so, basically i really wanted to write my first cnco piece and i couldn’t figure out what to do. then during reina’s visit i came up with this idea and decided to use two of her lanes bc isn’t that just fun. this is HEAVILY inspired by “ella y yo” by aventura feat. don omar. this is my first cnco writing piece pls be nice. -drea

Zabdiel knew that what he was doing was highly wrong. But he couldn’t help himself. He loved the thrill of being able to see you when nobody else knew. And he loved hearing his name leaving your lips every night.

But the thrill and happiness came to an end every morning when he woke up to see that you had already left by then, leaving him alone with nothing but the memory of the previous night.

Why was it so wrong?

You were married to one of his best friends and band mate, Christopher Velez.

This whole ordeal with Zabdiel had started off as innocent flirting but it had turned into more after drunken confessions while Christopher was away and one thing led to another and you had ended up sleeping with him. You thought it was just a one time thing, but it became far from that. You two began to live your own little adventure that was punished by God. But it was harder on Zabdiel, who ended up falling in love with you.

Falling for you was something that had not been planned but a man can only control his feelings for so long. The rest of the band began to take notice in Zabdiel’s change of attitude. They knew something was going on with the blonde Puerto Rican but could not come to a conclusion. And they sure as hell did not know about his affair with Christopher’s wife.

The boys kept trying to push it out of him, the reason why he was acting so strange. Eventually with enough convincing, they got him to agree to go out with them to the bar that night, with hopes that maybe he’ll meet a woman and get his mind off of what was bothering him. In all honesty, the boys thought that maybe Zabdiel was still hung up on the ex that completely crushed him. But this was far from it.

Some of the boys decided to join in on the fun of meeting a woman, leaving Zabdiel and Christopher behind at the bar. Zabdiel swirled his finger around the rim of his glass as he avoided eye contact with Christopher.

He would occasionally take a couple of sips here and there, the silence awkward between the two friends before Christopher decided that enough was enough. He was tired of seeing his friend so down over whatever it may be.

“Que te esta pasando, Zab? (What’s going on with you, Zab?)” Christopher finally spoke up, turning in his seat to face his friend and taking a sip of his own drink.

Zabdiel couldn’t help but shrug, unable to find the words to describe his situation without basically exposing the fact that he was sleeping with you.

“Nada, solo un poco estresado. (Nothing, just a little stressed).” Zabdiel lied straight through his teeth and it was almost as if Christopher could look right through him.

“Okay.. como se llama? La muchacha que te tiene como un loco? (Alright, what’s her name? The girl who’s got you crazy?)” Christopher asked, catching his friend off guard. How the hell did he know that this was about a woman other than his ex? Was he that transparent?

Zabdiel didn’t know what it was but eventually he began to speak, pouring all his feelings out on what had been bothering him for the longest time. “No es que importe tanto el nombre. No es nada comparado con como me hace sentir. Parecemos dos locos viviendo una aventura castigada por Dios. Un laberinto sin salidas, donde el miedo se convierte en amor.. (Her name doesn’t matter much. It’s nothing compared to how she makes me feel. We’re like two crazy people living an adventurous life that’s punished by God. A maze without exit where the fear turns into love).”

Christopher couldn’t help but feel slightly interested in just who this mystery woman is that somehow has his best friend so hooked on her. He knew the story with Zabdiel’s ex and how in love with her he was. But this was clearly not the same woman. This was someone else. Someone else had stolen his friend’s heart and had him absolutely whipped.

Zabdiel took another sip of his drink, the alcohol giving him a little bit more confidence to continue speaking on how he feels. “Pero es triste, en serio. Ella y yo solo nos vemos a escondidas para ahogar esta prohibida pasión. Y ‘pa ‘certe bien honesto, aunque tiene dueño, yo solo tengo un sueño.. ser su protector. (But it’s sad, really. She and I only see each other secretly to drown the prohibited passion. And to be very honest, although she has an owner, I only have one dream.. to be her protector).”

The last sentence really hit Christopher as he heard his friend pour his heart out. It made him feel bad for him, he knew how great Zabdiel was. Any woman would be lucky to have him, even if she was married. If this woman meant so much to Zabdiel, he had to fight for her.

“Y porque no luchas por el amor, si tanto la quieres? Quizas su marido no manda en su corazon. (So why don’t you fight for this love, if you want her so much? Maybe her husband doesn’t even own her heart).” Chris began to say before Zabdiel shook his head almost immediately.

This couldn’t be happening. This was the last thing Zabdiel wanted: to be given advice by his friend when he was already causing so much drama.

“Mira, papa, mi esposa y yo? Somos felices, dos almas matices, se lo que es el amor. Por eso te entiendo. Y aunque sea casada, no te alejes por temor. No lo hagas. (Look, papa, my wife and I? We’re happy, two nuanced souls, I know what love is. Which is why I understand you. And even if she’s married, don’t run away due to fear. Don’t do it).” Christopher preached to his friend, who continued to shake his head in denial.

If only it were that simple to just fight for love and have it work out for him.

“Amigo, ella y yo teniamos claro que era una locura esta relacion. Pero la cama nos hacia una invitacion a solo hacer el amor. (Dude, she and I had it clear that this relationship was crazy. But the bedroom gave us an invitation to only make love).”

Christopher dismissed the lame excuse, waving it off as he shook his head. “Ay, ya te lo explique, papa. Cuando hay personas que se aman el amor tiene que vencer. Y el marido? Bueno ese tiene que entender que perdio su hembra, ahora es tu mujer. Porque no pueden ganar los tres. Por eso te repito.. lucha por amor. (I already explained it to you. When there’s people who love each other, the love has to overcome. And the husband? Well, he has to understand he lost his woman, now she’s your girl. Because all three of you can’t win. That’s why I’m gonna say it to you again, fight for love).”

At this point, Zabdiel had had too much to drink and the fact that his friend was trying to give him advice despite the position he was in made him even more mad. It made him livid that he was rooting for him to commit to this.

It angered Zabdiel that in reality, he was rooting for him to go after his wife. His temptations were getting the best of him and wanted to just listen to his friend, but he knew that it was wrong.

Zabdiel’s mind wandered to his last encounter with you. How he felt like he was the only man in your life. How you were basically melting at his voice and his actions. He also thought back to the pang in his chest when you mentioned having to go home to Christopher.

But just how long can he keep this up for? This will never work out for him.

Zabdiel took a deep breath before looking over at his friend. His cheeks burned from the alcohol but it was almost as if it was doing the talking for him at this point. He officially had no control left.

“Amigo, te voy a pedir perdon por lo que te voy a decir. Me traicionaron las ganas de volverla a ver. Y aunque todavía no puedo creer, lo que este amargo encuentro me hizo comprender. Pues tu también llegaste a ese lugar, donde tantas veces yo la fui a buscar.Y aunque no es fácil lo que voy hacer. Admitiré... que salí con tu mujer. (Dude, I’m gonna ask for your forgiveness for what I’m about to say to you. I was betrayed by my desire to see her again. And I still can’t believe what this bitter encounter made me understand. Well, you’ve also been to the place I’ve picked her up from multiple times. And it’s not easy for me to do this. But I will admit.. that I’ve been with your wife).” There was no going back now. Zabdiel had admitted it all.

As the words left Zabdiel’s mouth, Christopher’s ears began to burn. Was he hearing correctly. And he thought that he had heard wrong until Zabdiel repeated that again, he’s been with you. The glass that was in Christopher’s hand was shattered as he broke it out of rage.

His mind began to spiral. This couldn’t be true. But at the same time.. it began to make sense. He realized that it had been a lie when you claimed to be going to Puerto Rico with a “girl friend” of yours. It made sense when you brought home no pictures with said friend. You had been with him... and Christopher had been oblivious to it.

Christopher rapidly got up, standing up to look at his best friend in the eyes but he looked at him with nothing but pure rage... and hatred right now. “Que te perdone Dios, porque yo no lo voy a hacer.. los perdi a los dos y a la misma vez. Ya veo que todo, pero todo era mentira. (Let God forgive you, because I won’t be doing it.. I lost both of you and at the same time. I see now that everything, everything was a lie).” He shouted in his friend’s face, getting the attention of the three other members of the band, who rushed to separate the two before things got physical.

Zabdiel looked at Christopher’s hand which was now bleeding from breaking the glass and then took notice of the way he was looking at him. He had never seen Christopher look at anyone in that way. And he knew he was to blame.

Christopher continued to shout insults at him, calling both you and him “liars” and questioning how could he ever do that to him.

And he was right.

In the end, Zabdiel was the one who suffered the most.. he lost a friend because of temptation and not realizing the damage he was causing.

#cnco #zabdiel de jesus #christopher velez #richard camacho #joel pimentel #erick brian colon #cnco imagine #cnco concepts

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sasster · 5 years ago

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koteus; redux

-- Koteus was drawn by Newt!

Sketchpage at the end of the profile was drawn by Elliot! --

Your name is Koteus Mytoni and this here is what we in the biz call a retcon! So sit back, relax, and let it happen.

At 22 sweeps old you are the youngest member of an infamous crew that threw and infamous tantrum on a colony planet that got just about 90% of them super killed. No, you are not one of the ones that got that treatment.

In fact, Mytoni, now that we’re talking about it, you weren’t even one of the ones that actually participated in the riots! Don’t you care about freedom? Tsk. It’s okay, you were busy. You know, trying to convince them,any one of them, that there were other ways, other things they could do! But you were the baby, weren’t you? And who ever listened to you in the first place? Now they’re all dead, and you were stripped of rank, but not before they gave you a front row seat to the execution. Does it hurt? Watching all of your friends die? I’ll bet.

After watching all of your friends die you and the only other surviving member of the crew were sent to complete opposite sides of the world, it felt like, they even tried to force you back down into the ocean.. But like the drone they sent to watch you broke because it couldn’t stand the pressures of the vast deep and it’s really hard to stargaze from there… So you left. Silly you, though, didn’t think to seek Kleihe out. That’s enough of the depressing stuff for now. Let’s talk about life for you as it is presently.

You enjoy stargazing, making robots, and deep sea diving. That last one doesn’t really count as a hobby if you were born there, but whatever we get it.

One of your most recent creations is called Sol, it’s short for Solace and you love her very much. She was made to look like one of the natives of the planet you were stationed on and kind of was just to help you deal with the hole left in your heart from your crew being ripped away from you. Some would say there was an easier solution to that, but I mean. Robots. She was designed to stargaze, her eyesight is infinitely better than yours and she can see systems and constellations that you can’t without the assistance of a telescope. She’s your daughter and we love her.

Stargazing is largely your favorite thing in the entire niverse to do. Some would deem it childish, spending all of your time with your head in the clouds making wishes on shooting stars and all that. But who cares what anyone thinks? Not you, you never did, really.

You would never admit that as of late your, usually very well maintained, obsession with a spotless home has gotten a little bit out of hand and that you’re struggling to get it back underwraps. But that’s exactly what’s happening and you hate it.

These days you pretend to be a nurse for a pretty famous surgeon and lend your hand to the less fortunate souls that you come across with a place to live. Usually in your very large beach side hive.

Tell me, Mytoni, does protecting these new friends really make up for the ones you’ve already let down?

Basic Info under the cut

Name: Koteus Mytoni

Age: 22 Sweeps

Gender: Male

Height: 6’11

Ability: He could probably fight a moose, idk

Blood Color: Violet

Strife Specibus: Hookkind

Symbol:It’s a meteor!

Lusus:Squiddad! He’s a colossal squid named Squishy

Trolltag: shaggyOutlander

Extrovert/Introvert: Ambivert

Quirk:the quick bro#wn fo#x jumps o#ver the lazy do#g

Personality: Though as of late Koteus has been what some would call a “recluse” or a “hermit”, he is really a very outgoing and social creature -- He likes to spend whatever time he can around people, which absolutely explains how Sol came to be. He considers himself to be very dependable and a people person. Though he struggles with some facets of PTSD, manifesting in the form of some of his compulsive tendencies, he refuses to actually admit these are problems that exist and well.. Continues to struggle with them. At the end of the day he cares more about others than he ever did about himself. For whatever that’s worth.

#koteus things #this is the first coherent thing i've written in the last like four months #please acknowledge it #long post #intros

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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A Dinasty Of Three: (Sugar Daddy! Duncan+Sugar Mommy! Fallon Carrington+Sugar Baby! Reader)

A/N: Hello there guys,

A little time ago I published a little thing talking about how cool would it be for Fallong Carrington and Duncan Shepherd to meet (since thye are my favorite rich people, love all those dolars…) (I am being sarcastic obviously) (but also, I am poor… so…). And a few people seemed interested into this so I decided to try out the headcanon format for this, let me know as always what you think, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!

Even negative one, just remember to be nice!

Also I sadly might have ignored a bit the “sugar daddy/mommy” part so I am a bit sorry, but the story took this kind of road, so… sorry…

I still hope that you will enjoy it!

(also I have arrived only on the first season of “Dinasty”, so please mind that, and avoid spoilers, because I had to check a thing and I got spoiled… ver sad story…).

Let me know if you thought this was cute and you want more about this universe (BECAUSE I HAVE IDEAS!).

Just going to tag @multi-fandom-slut (hope you will like it!)

SUMMARY: Being Duncan’s baby girl was already difficult, but what happens when a third party enters the relationship… and when that third party is Fallon Freaking Carrington?

WORDS: 1,8 K.

WARNINGS: Poly-Relationship, DD/LG themes (MM/LG, also), mentions of sex and oral sex.

· You might be Duncan’s Sugar Baby, but you still work for him, mostly when he is off to any kind of long journey, and you are feeling lonely and you know… shopping and the rich life can get so annoying. (no, I don’t because I am poor, but…).

· And you end up having to work with Fallon Carrington.

· Which is not a good thing for you, at least, since you actually know Fallon.

· She was your high school’s bully and the first girl you ever crushed on, hard.

· So, you don’t have an exact happy memory of her, and this prompt you to be a “bit” cold to her (you don’t talk with her unless it’s necessary).

· ”I am starting to think that you don’t like me” “Actually I don’t like you, so you are right”.

· And Fallon just can’t understand why you are being so cold towards her.

· Till her brother makes her realize that maybe it was because she had been a bitch to you in high school.

· And from then on, she starts apologizing to you.

· At first you try to keep up the cold persona, feeling that she is not being sincere, but influenced by the fact that you still harbor a crush on her and the fact that she seems extremely into you and your work…

· You end up actually enjoying your work together, even going out, sometimes.

· Duncan is happy to hear that you got a “friend”, but then you share also the fact that you are getting again feelings for Fallon.

· Duncan is very open-minded about your relationship, mostly because Fallon wouldn’t be the first girl you two shared and suggest to you to host a dinner with Fallon, so he can get to know her better and think about a possible three-way relationship.

· Fallon is very nervous, but she and Duncan immediately get along, talking about business things and discussing the Republican way…

· You just drink and are happy in the backhground, smiling shyly every time one of the duo catches you looking at them, clearly overwhelmed by the beauty and elegance that they spread in the dining room.

· You finish the dessert and technically there would be no reason for Fallon to stay and Duncan starts to kiss you in the way that means business, straight up in front of her.

· And whereas you are very picky with public display of affection, you understand that this is Duncan’s test to Fallon to see if she can handle you both.

· She does.

· She follows you both into the bedroom, mumbling something about “needing to stop all the sexual tension going on in the room”, locking discreetly the door, meanwhile Duncan already rips off the pink Valentino dress you wore that night, meanwhile Fallon takes the hint and sheds ungracefully her Louboutin heels, before crawling on top of the plush bed.

· And here Duncan just takes a step back, leaning against the headboard, with his arms crossed above his head, and let you two enjoy yourself.

· Fallon is nervous AF; she might be a bad bitch and a very tech savvy babe, who knows how to destroy your career and arrange perfectly your engagement party, but she is clueless to what to do with a girl (a very pretty girl also).

· “You have never experienced in college?” “Private catholic school, sadly”.

· Her uneasiness is eased by a few gentle kisses, before you undress her gently, always asking for confirmation and taking just this once the lead in, making her feel any kind of pleasure, both from simply holding another body close to what it feels like to have an expert tongue between our own legs.

· She becomes addicted to the feeling and soon you will find yourself to have to work more on her body than anything related by a possible agreement between the Morell Corp and Shepherd Freedom Foundation.

· Duncan pumps himself gently, clearly impressed by the show and only dares to interrupt it to bring you an own dose of pleasure, his tongue flickering alongside your entrance to make sure that you are wet enough for him, before taking you, a show of power for Fallon, who is coming off her high only right in that moment, watching him between relaxed and lazy lashes, before bringing him into a kiss and then moving to kiss you, tasting both you and herself.

· And the taste is addicting, enough to make her search more, meanwhile Duncan thrusts into you.

· He is extremely taken aback by Fallon taking the lead.

· But he is pleased.

· They sometimes fight like two idiots for who gets to take the lead, till they hear your moans because you started touching yourself meanwhile they thought about what is the best for you (more like who is bets for you) and they decide to team up to punish you.

· Which is a very bad thing.

· Because Fallon might be new in this whole thing, but she knows exactly how to edge you and then leave you there and whereas Duncan loves the good old idea of spanking you to mark you up…

· Fallon is more subtle, bringing you almost over and then pushing you back and sometimes not letting you cum.

· “Baby, you just pushed two fingers into mommy’s little treasure chest, and that is against the rule” with a very soft tone that she uses only with “mommy’s favorite baby”.

· Honestly, she is a bit scared to go rough on you.

· She knows that Duncan does it with no problem (you have been together for two years before Fallon so that man knows you inside and out).

· But she is afraid that she will hurt you again and it will make you run away.

· Because other than the amazing sex… you are two amazing partners.

· You are very nice and soft, the kind of thing she needs after her work gets too much, or if she had a bad day.

· You just run to her, hug-attacking her and she might roll her eyes and say that you are childish but she cherishes those time when she gets to hold you and feels a little bit loved.

· She loves the fact that Duncan is actually very attentive at whatever she has to say (work or not work related) and has an extremely high consideration of her, no matter if she makes a mistake (he has supported and helped through so many, never running away).

· Still it takes her a lot of time to get used to the fact that maybe you are not just fuck-buddies, that it is not you and Duncan anymore, but she is also there.

· For you and Duncan it’s quicker: you took one look at each other’s happy faces and decided that you wanted Fallon in your lives, no matter how much she tried to push you both away (which she did, LIKE A LOT).

· You would have stuck around.

· She understands it all when after once again Alexis disappointed her, and she comes home to them smiling and laughing sweetly but as soon as they take in her tears (FALLON CARRINGTON DOESN’T CRY!) they go in immediate “console-Fallon-mode” being extremely patient with her and giving her all the time she needs.

· From them on Fallon is much more secure, mostly she is less jealous of you both, understanding that you are in a team, you are in this together. (*with Troy Bolton’s voice” “WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER”).

· You get talked shit by journals.

· Fallon will have their head.

· Duncan has had a stressful day, cue to you making him relax, meanwhile Fallon talks with those “imbeciles” of his workers.

· You are spoiled rotten, and not with just affection.

· You have them around your little finger two of the richest people the world ever met, and they literally adore you.

· (also you are not with them for their money, with Duncan it might have started like that but then you ended up falling… HARD… for him).

· (Fallon honestly is a bit insecure about this at first, but then she understands that you are not going to leave her if she becomes suddenly homeless… also she is pretty sure that you are almost as rich as her…).

· (Still you joke a lot about it “Duncan I am with you for a reason and we all know what it is” Fallon: “Sadly not your dick”).

· Mostly they love taking you to shopping trips.

· Fallon likes them mostly because of “changing room sex”.

· You were a bit ashamed by the idea, scared they might catch you (usually Duncan is not allowed to follow you to the changing room, but the shopping assistants were all too happy to accompany Fallon Freaking Carrington into your changing room).

· But then Fallon slipped her hand in your panties… and you were gone.

· You obviously reenact the entire thing for a very jealous Duncan.

· Also, once Fallon bought a strap-on and you were absolutely into it…

· … Duncan was less excited…

· (he is going to kill me, but he low key enjoyed it).

· Duncan doesn’t give a damn about what Annette think of him dating two (beautiful and talented) women not when at the end of the day they treat him like a king and make him feel so love that he once cried after a particular sweet night, spent together, laughing at old photos.

· (it’s also there that he realizes he wants children with you two) (Fallon is not too convinced about it, because she is young … and you are young and also… she doesn’t want to turn as Alexis).

· (You reassure her that she won’t).

· (Also, when it happens, she actually can’t help but caress your swollen stomach each time she can, and she gets to hold the baby immediately and she swear that no matter what she will protect the babe with all heart).

· Blake is more worried about how this might affect the family, but Fallon tells him that she doesn’t need his blessing because she has already all the blessing that mattered: hers.

· Krystal is very happy (and you and Krystal get along very well, always chatting about how much your respective husband and boyfriend are two idiots, with much love).

· Steve is absolutely in love with you and Duncan, she can see that you are both a very good influence on her

· Sammy Jo is honesty the one you get along more and is the one who drags you into any kind of crazy experience (Duncan and Fallon sometimes are not happy about it, but also, they love your champagne inebriated laugh).

· Anders really likes chatting with Duncan, also he is forever starstruck by the fact that you can get both Duncan and Fallon to do anything you want, and at first you thought that you were nothing but a gold digger, but now he is just impressed by the way you can just caress Duncan’s hair and kiss Fallon’s ear and get them to actually be nice.

· Alexis discovers it into some gossip magazine.

· Blake in the end comes around it.

· “I mean it is better to have Duncan Shepherd in your family than against you”-

· And you are very glad you are in each other’s life.

Guys as always any feedback is welcome!

Negative or positive, just to understand if what I am doing is right or wrong!

Thank you to anyone who will do it (*gets Duncan’s wallet* I will give you five dollars!).

Hope you enjoyed it!

-Heco Hansen.

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