#and he looks at zack like 😊😊😊😊

[livingprophecy]

crisis core should just be titled “zack and his bitches”

[kazvha]

IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!

Summary: random birthday headcanons

Including: Various characters from genshin, bsd, hq, knb, eleceed, jjk, aot, bllk, op, hxh, fire force, mtp, valorant, resident evil, ff7

He's the sweetest thing ever. The night before your birthday, he decided to bake your favorite birthday cake without any prior knowledge. He honestly didn't expect to stay up the whole night. It took hours until the cake looked appealing and the result was still messy, but it's the thought that counts, right?

The next day he surprised you with the finished cake and some balloons in your favorite colors.

"Happy birthday love! Let's make the most out of today."

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"Shit I forgot to taste the cake-"

"Did you say something?"

"No babe." 😊

- Wriothesley, Wanderer, Xiao, Yoru, Iso, Eren, Kayden, Chigiri, Karasu, Zoro, Chris, Sherlock, Moran, Kageyama, Sawamura, Daishou, Suna, Kagami, Aomine

He thinks that there's no better way to celebrate your birthday than celebrating your birth with your loved ones. So he planned a whole birthday party for you and invited all your friends. You make his life so much brighter and he wanted to give you something back.

"There is our star of the evening!! Tonight's gonna be your night! Come on everybody, let's sing!"

- Gaming, Kaeya, Lyney, Phoenix, Gekko, Jean, Connie, Reo, Ace, Carlos, Zack, Albert, Kuroo, Terushima, Atsumu, Sugawara, Kise

He made your birthday present all by himself. He picked out all his favorite pictures of you in his gallery and printed them out in a store. Then he bought a new scrapbook and carefully decorated each page of the book with pictures, some stickers, and a few doodles. He even wrote down his thoughts, inside jokes, and genuine comments and compliments. He hopes you'll like it. On the first page, he wrote:

"I love your smile in this picture. You know, your smile is actually something I look forward to every day. Happy Birthday. Let's create more happy moments together."

- Armin, Albedo, Kazuha, Kaveh, Leon, Sova, Isagi, Hiori, Cloud, William, Louis, Kenma, Muse, Akaashi, Aran, Osamu, Kuroko, Midorima

You woke up to your boyfriend pressing soft kisses all over your face and singing Happy Birthday for you. To your dismay, his voice sounded horrible! You still appreciated his effort though and gave him a tight & loving hug.

"haPPY BirtHday To YoUu, HaPpy BirThDAy tO yOuUuUuuU!"

- Itto, Ayato, Heizou, Atsushi, Bachira, Shidou, Aiku, Luffy, Sanji, Shanks, Sabo, Inhyuk, Reno, Oikawa, Hinata, Nishinoya, Lev, Bokuto, Tendou

"Get into your prettiest outfit, we're going out." He takes you on a shopping stroll and buys you literally everything.

"Today is a special day darling. Take everything you want, you deserve it."

The day ends with a hearty meal in your favorite restaurant. He takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

"I hope you could enjoy yourself thoroughly today."

- Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Kartein, Sephiroth, Levi, Chamber, Barou, Rin, Sae, Law, Kid, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Sakusa, Kita, Akashi

[silverflqmes]

Hihi! I'm wondering if you're okay writing nsfw / smut (dont know the right term) for zack fair, could i request some thigh fucking headcannons'? (Applogies if my english isnt to great, thanks for reading if you see this 😊)

໒⦂ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

notes. hello anon! super duper sorry for the wait, i don’t write nsfw very often and if i get requests, i tend to take a lot of time writing them ahaha.. but i hope these hcs are to your liking, i feel like they’re a little rushed., furthermore the reader is female, i hope that’s okay!

genre. nsfw

tw. thigh fucking, semi-public sex, fondling, praise / body worship, dirty talk, needy portrayal of zack if you squint, after care, mirror sex.

disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 17? please dni.

zack fair x fem!reader.

⌗ being a first class SOLDIER as zack was, there was hardly any time for full blown sex with how unpredictable his schedule could be. missions could either be in midgar, outside of midgar, slow or constant ��� the schedule was totally sporadic with the lack of firsts.

⌗ usually any need for release is often met during combat since he’s blowing off steam in battle, so in those cases — sexual activity isn’t needed.

⌗ but when fighting is not used as an output, he does tend to get pent up. it would make sense for a SOLDIER to have a load of energy to burn off, and zack being as antsy as he is to get some movement in.. he’s like a whiny thing in heat at times..

⌗ and so, that’s where you would come in.

⌗ there is little time on his hands but he just needs you so badly in instances like these. other times, he is of course your sweet and adoring boyfriend. showering you in hugs and the sweetest of kisses but real talk, a guy can get horny. especially if he’s getting zero action, mission and / or sex wise.

⌗ although, you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t want your boyfriend plunging himself in between your thighs behind closed curtains, brushing all along your clit in just the right way while he grips your hips, grinding his own into your backside.

⌗ sometimes he just can’t hold himself back from dragging you away from your work into his office or an empty space just to get some friction and skin on skin contact from you. your thighs just feel so so soft and rub against him perfectly each time. and whenever you squeeze, the tightness is all the more pleasing.

⌗ oftentimes, he’s gotta be on the clock, though.. so his pace can be a little rougher and quicker with you, but he’s always careful to hold you close, aware that his enhanced strength can sometimes be.. a bit much.

⌗ still, you’d brace your hands against the wall or desk, anyway, and watch as he appeared and reappeared between your thighs in an intoxicating rhythm that makes you forget your work even existed.

⌗ because you both have to be quiet and he gets so needy for more of you, he would turn your head to the side to capture your lips in a feverish kiss while he continues slotting himself between your legs.

⌗ at times his hands would slide from your waist underneath your shirt to feel up your chest. he’d squeeze, fondle and knead them together, pinching your hardened nipples all while he continued delivering himself between your thighs.

⌗ and when he misses you too much, he’ll want to do it while facing one another — which can be sloppier, but he wants to look at your pretty face while he’s fucking your thighs, and feel your body flush against his own.

⌗ it’s not always fast and rough though, rest assured. whenever there is more time at your disposal, and within the comfort of your home, it can also be slow and sensual. a way for you to feel every detail of him that he had to offer as he holds you close to him. certainly when he’s returned from an away mission, knowing you’d both missed each other dearly.

⌗ unfortunately, things can get messy, but even if he’s on the clock, zack always makes the time to clean you up and help get the both of you back in order. he can’t just go sending you off, he’s a gentleman!

⌗ our resident puppy can be vocal a lot, especially if he hasn’t gotten the chance to be intimate like this with you for a bit.. so expect a load of praise and worshipping out of him, cuz he’s got lots to say.. but also some whining of his own- so praise him too.

⌗ “f-fuck, you feel so good against me, baby.. wish i could just have you like this all day, can hardly even wait until later..”

⌗ “mm, squeeze me just like that, yeah. you’re doing so well, y/n.. can’t contain myself any longer, i gotta have you tonight again too to hold me over at t-this rate..”

⌗ ooh and he loves doing it in front of a mirror. to witness every expression you make, and see your reactions just makes the experience all the more delectable.

notes. sorry if this was shorter than anticipated, i hope it’s somewhat decent?? i tried to come up with different things to pair with the thigh fucking since it’s.. a little dull on its own😭 anyway, hope you enjoyed! tysm for the request and for your patience<3

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Hiya! To start, you are amazing!! I look forward to your content every single day, and it never ceases to make me smile 💕 Keep doin' you 😊

My husband and I recently had a convo about the First's comfort items. Obviously, Gen would have Loveless or like a cozy blanket. He mentioned Angeal possibly having a teddy bear or other stuffed animal (which I think is absolutely adorable!). What do you think they would have?

Thank you so much! ❤️🩷🥰 God their comfort items are so in-your-face in Crisis Core, so let's make them sadder

Genesis: His comfort item will forever be his copy of Loveless, the first one he found in his parents' study and annotated the heck out of. He has the margins scribbled with thoughts, doodles, and ideas, along with sticky notes and highlighted lines he finds inspiring. He developed a habit of slipping keepsakes between its pages, so sometimes a theatre ticket will slip out, or a napkin with a messy poem scribbled on it. The book represents everything that he is and cares about, so there's also a polaroid of him, Sephiroth, and Angeal when they were baby-faced teenagers. He keeps the book close when he deserts, and hates how the polaroid fades and crumbles just like his body as the years pass.

Angeal: His attachment to his buster sword becomes something of a joke amongst the 2nds and 3rds, which them jokingly wondering if he also sleeps and showers with it. The truth is that he does keep it beside his bed when he sleeps, and sometimes, when his anxiety is bad, he likes to keep an eye on it at all times. He takes extra care of it, cleaning and polishing it even if there's no need. No matter what he tells other people (and himself) the sword doesn't just represent his family's honor⏤it's the last thing he has of his father. His real father; the man who raised him. The care he gives to the sword is the care he wishes he could give to the man who passed. Years later, after Angeal dies, all these "quirks" slowly integrate themselves into Zack's routine. And then Cloud's.

Sephiroth: He learned pretty early on that developing attachment to items would only bring him pain when they were eventually lost or taken away later. It was one of the many downs of being raised with R&D + Hojo monitoring his every move. Sephiroth never got to bond with a teddy bear, a blanket, or even a toy before it got taken away (if it was ever given in the first place). All of that served to strengthen his problem later in life⏤he found comfort in people. First it was his mother, even if he never met her, the became attached to friends. First Glenn, who provided comfort he had never known prior to meeting him, and then Genesis and Angeal. He values his friends, and would sacrifice everything to keep them as safe as they make him feel. Because friends, unlike objects, can never be taken from him. Right?

[pantoneyoongi]

the sun & the stars | epilogue | kth

title ; the sun & the stars pairing ; taehyung x you

word count ; 3.3k

masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue 

description ; 

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then.  it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention.  sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else. 

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

notes ; 

it’s all fun and games until taehyung starts flirting anyway we are at the end for this one !! thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyed 😊 i think i’ll be trying to do the prequel next - pls look forward to that one too !! ❤️

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff (finally!!), just taehyung being a sweetheart the literal entire time 

spring semester starts cold, mid-january, which is your excuse for still holding onto taehyung’s scarf. he doesn’t seem to mind - exact words, “it’s yours now,” - but for the sake of your sanity, you continue to make up reasons for why it’s still in your possession. 

for now, it’s tucked around your neck, bundled up against your chin and keeping you warm. taehyung walks beside you, like he does every day lately, having gotten ahold of your work schedule after some degree of coercing (read: taehyung asked nicely for it and when you hesitated, he - whether consciously or not, you’re not sure - gave you a look equivalent to that of a kicked puppy, and you caved within the next half-second). 

you feel hyper-aware of his presence. it’s not entirely out of the ordinary for taehyung to walk you home - he showed up randomly plenty of times before just to do so - but now that he has your schedule, he waits outside whatever workplace you’re at for the day, every chance he gets. 

you should be used to taehyung being beside you all the time. from begging to hang out with you when he was little, to simply materializing next to you now that you’re older, taehyung is always near you. but this feels far more intentional, and now you can’t not think about how close he is, the back of his hand brushing against yours as you walk back to your apartment. 

it’s just not good for your heart. it’s racing much too fast considering the steady, slow pace you’re walking. you chance a glance at taehyung, but a seconds-long glance turns into minutes turns into you staring at him, studying all the features he’s grown into over the years. 

taehyung really has gotten handsome, lately. 

you know. objectively speaking. 

strong eyebrows, kind eyes, a pretty curve to his lips. between the broad shoulders and the dark hair that falls over his forehead, taehyung looks straight out of a manga. it doesn’t help that he has a teasing smile on his - wait. 

shit. he caught you. 

you jerk your head away, but it’s too late. he smirks, leaning down slightly. “heard pictures last longer.” 

you deadpan. “shut up.” he knows he’s pretty. 

he invades your personal space, gets closer. you’d think someone who knows you and your cranky personality would know better than this, but that’s what happens when he also just knows you. you’ll never harm a hair on his head. 

“why are you staring, sun?” you can hear the amusement in his voice. this is the taehyung that you know you’re entirely out of your depth with. you might’ve grown up with him, but even with all the time spent together, you know there’s parts of taehyung you don’t have an influence on. the parts that make your heart pound, the taehyung that you’re secretly thrilled by. he’s confident, maybe even a little cocky, and you’re certain this version of taehyung knows. he knows that if he pushes past the sarcasm and the facades and everything else you’ve layered on just to hide, that he has every bit as much an effect on you as you do on him. 

he just lets you get away with it, most of the time. 

“who’s staring?” you mutter defensively. “nobody’s staring. there’s nothing to stare at.” 

he sidles in closer, but he never touches you. just gets close enough for you to feel all of his warmth. he’s teasing you, reminding you that he’s the only one who’s allowed to get this close - closer than people who are ‘just friends’ would normally be allowed. 

in a poorly calculated decision, you make the mistake of whipping your head to face him, only to feel your breath cut short when you find his face barely a centimeter away from yours.

even taehyung seems to realize he maybe misjudged how much he can handle, too. ‘cause you’re definitely close enough to feel his breath, but he doesn’t seem to be breathing, either. 

his eyes dip down. you press your lips together, inwards, shy at the way he looks at you. but the movement only draws his attention more, eyes focused on your lips. 

“come over tomorrow,” you blurt, stumbling back a half-step. taehyung snaps out of it, straightening back to full height immediately. 

“t-tomorrow?” 

“tomorrow,” you say, resolutely, glad that you’re the one with the steady voice. “we can… eat together.” 

taehyung’s eyes fall to your lips again, but quickly snap back up to your eyes. he smiles, and you feel yourself relax at the boyish look. “sure,” he agrees. “i’ll come over.”

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what you forget to consider every single time you invite taehyung over is that you generally invite only him. 

as in, you and him are generally always alone, because your roommates, unlike you, are much more fond of their social lives and are usually out and about. 

this doesn’t normally pose a problem, except taehyung has been more daring recently, eyes sparking with mischief and affection, a lethal combination for you. it makes you nervous - excited - but now you’re left fidgeting as you wait for him to arrive, wondering which version of taehyung you’ll get today, while you’re alone in your apartment, with no other plans for the evening, and your roommates more likely than not to stay out for the night. 

to your surprise, taehyung shows up with bags of groceries, beaming at you. confused, you let him in, and he drops them all over your counter. “i’ll cook today,” he announces, and you let out a short, hesitant laugh. 

you do adore taehyung. in many ways. maybe the most well-known affiliation you have is with his sister, but the people closest to you know that your fondness for taehyung is unmatched, with or without your budding feelings for him that you’ve been trying (and failing) to keep in tight control of. 

but regardless of how you feel, you know taehyung. and he is undoubtedly the definition of a younger sibling. you’re not even sure taehyung knows how to turn the stove on. 

“do you even know how to cook?” 

he looks mildly offended. you raise an eyebrow. 

the shy, sheepish smile that forms slowly on his face gives you all the answers you need. “no,” he scratches the back of his neck. “but i’ll figure it out.” 

“my god, taehyung,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead. still, you make zero effort to stop him as he shuffles about your kitchen, organizing groceries and locating pots and pans. “please don’t burn down a university-owned apartment building.” 

he points a spatula at you. “no one else has burned it down yet. i probably won’t be the first.” 

you should probably tell him that ‘probably’ is not a very convincing argument. 

but he looks so earnest, and you don’t have the strength to keep him from at least trying. he’s at least researched a recipe beforehand, and taehyung is admittedly pretty adept at following instructions. 

he scutters about the kitchen, recipe pulled up on his phone screen. when you peer at it he locks the screen, turning his nose up at you. you narrow your eyes at him. he tilts his chin in the direction of the seating at your kitchen counter. you study him for a minute longer, trying to gauge the probability of taehyung committing accidental arson. but he doesn’t relent, and you cave, settling into the chair to watch him closely. 

satisfied that you’re seated, taehyung carefully sets about chopping scallions and whisking eggs. there’s rice cooking in a pot, and he looks deeply concentrated, eyebrows knit together. you smile fondly, watching him. “you sure you don’t want me to help?” 

he responds only with an insistent shake of his head, so you settle for the time he’s granted you to just look at him. taehyung in the kitchen doesn’t exactly entirely put your heart at ease, but taehyung’s presence in your apartment does relax your shoulders, slows your breaths. you don’t have to think about anything else - your future, your finances, your grades - nothing else matters when taehyung is here. he grounds you, washes away worries that have felt so constant that you didn’t even realize how heavy they weighed on you until taehyung nudges them all away with a sweet smile. 

every so often, taehyung breaks his concentration to look at you. he doesn’t ask, but the excuse you have for getting caught staring every time is that you’re just making sure he doesn’t cause injury, either to himself or to the apartment. you both know you just like looking at him, judging by the spark in his eyes, but he says nothing regardless. 

there’s a memory yet to be made unfolding in your mind. it has taehyung wrapped around you in your kitchen, head tucked over your shoulder, a meal halfway done. it has content written all over you, a version of you that’s happier, without any of your demons still lurking in the corners. 

you want to make it a reality. you want to feel his chest pressed against your back, want to lean into his touch and know that as long as taehyung’s around, you’ll be okay. he’ll take care of you. you’ll let him take care of you. 

but you don’t have the confidence to find your way into his arms, not yet. you keep your distance, settling for memorizing the shape of taehyung bustling about, quietly humming as he plates things up, presenting you with a dish that looks altogether too familiar. 

a simple dish. eggs, spam, corn. a sprinkle of scallions on top for color. absolutely not the recipe he looked up, and he looks pretty proud of himself, biting his lip and waiting for your approval. 

“that’s not a recipe off google,” you accuse, though you’re sure there are versions of it online somewhere. but sky and taehyung’s parents make it on lazy days, and in many ways it’s become comfort food for the three of you. 

“it could be,” he shrugs, then grins. “i asked my mom for the recipe last night.” 

he piles rice into a bowl for you, then sits across from you, bright eyes watching as you take a bite. you sigh into it, satisfied. “kim taehyung, you didn’t burn the building down,” you tease, instead of giving him the praise he’s looking for. 

his face does a thing it rarely does since he was eleven, eyebrows pinching in and lower lip jutting out, and you giggle, the sound immediately wiping away the look. you lean towards him. “thanks for cooking,” you say, sincerely. “tastes just like your mom’s.” 

he mumbles something incoherent and ducks his head, but you catch the pleased look on his face, the pink on his cheeks. you make conversation about anything and everything, just to get those eyes back on you. it doesn’t take much effort, honestly. 

the night ends with the two of you on your living room couch, you asleep on his shoulder, your roommate’s tv playing in the background. 

taehyung doesn’t put his arm around you, doesn’t tug you in close, but the feeling still lingers. 

that as long as taehyung’s around, you’ll be okay. 

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you stretch your arms over your head, cracking possibly every joint in your back and shoulders in the process. being hunched over a computer for four hours starting 8am to noon is not ideal for your posture. 

“you should sit up straight when you work,” you hear, and you look around to find taehyung pushing himself off the building’s wall, a paper bag in hand. 

“i should do a lot of things,” you counter, and he gives you a disapproving look but doesn’t press you. he shakes the bag instead. 

“lunch?” 

you bite your lip, eyeing the bag hopefully. you flick your eyes back up to his and nod rapidly. he grins. 

he walks with you to the student center, unpacking the bag while you slide into your seat. he takes off the lids for you, hands you wrapped plastic utensils, doesn’t sit down until everything’s ready for you. 

“where did you learn to do this kinda stuff, huh?” you tease, but he looks genuinely confused, blinking back at you. 

“from you,” he states plainly, like it’s obvious, and you’re taken slightly aback. now you’re the one that’s confused, and he tilts his head. “you always do this for us,” he explains. “well, sky, mostly, but for the rest of us, too.” 

“oh,” you mutter. flustered by his simple explanation, you jerk your gaze away from him and start digging through the food. his lips tug upwards into a smile, watching you pretend to be preoccupied. 

all the years you spent taking care of your friends, you’ve never let anyone reciprocate. but taehyung wants to give it all back tenfold, wants you to feel every ounce of his affections, wants you to feel the same love you give out in boundless amounts to the people around you. he wants to give all of it, just to you. 

he reaches over, brushes your hair over your shoulder. you look up at him, eyes round and large, and it feels like all the love you’ve ever poured into him is overflowing in his chest in this exact moment, decades worth of all the ways you cared for him without uttering a single word. you did it all without hesitation. like second nature. 

taehyung is still learning, still figuring out how to do the same, but there is something he knows. 

he loves you. without hesitation. like second nature. 

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maybe it’s just your soft spot for taehyung, but he has a way of convincing you to come home with him. sometimes, he uses sky as an excuse - come hang out, sun - sometimes he bribes you with food - i have dinner for you at home. come over, sun - and sometimes, he just looks at you hopefully, and you find yourself in the apartment he shares with his sister. 

the first time you fell asleep over at their place was an accident. by the fifth time, you’re not sure it exactly qualifies as an accident anymore. 

most nights you fall asleep on the couch together. it started with just your head on his shoulder, but somehow, you found yourself more and more often waking up with the two of you laying down, taehyung’s arm thrown over your waist and his face buried in your hair. on the days you have early shifts or classes, you wake alone, in time to catch taehyung emerging from the kitchen with a packed breakfast and a gaze so intensely affectionate, you have to look away from him. 

he’s no longer hiding the way he feels about you, and it has your heart running double time in your chest. 

when you wake up this time, you realize you’re not on the couch. sleepily, you peer around and realize you’re in taehyung’s room, in taehyung’s bed, with taehyung still pressed close, one arm slung over your waist, as usual. 

it’s quiet, still early, judging from the dim light filtering through taehyung’s curtains. the last memory you can recall is being on the couch again, so you’re not sure how you wound up here. 

you have absolutely no idea what to do. 

taehyung is still fast asleep, so you try to subtly shift out of his arms. maybe you can go back to the couch and pretend you were never in his bed and then you don’t have to ask nor answer any of the questions that come with it. but taehyung’s arm around you tightens, and he makes a small, discontent noise. you freeze. 

slowly, you turn your head towards his. mussed hair, closed eyes, and pretty, pretty lips. taehyung looks impossibly younger when he’s sleeping, and he’s so warm, the gentle pressure of his arm across your body so comforting. it wouldn’t be so bad, falling back asleep like this. with taehyung next to you. 

that’s the excuse you make. you’d make any number of them, really, just to stay here. but they all drift out of your mind as your eyes flutter back shut, taehyung’s steady breaths lulling you back to sleep. 

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the second time you wake up, it’s to the sound of taehyung cursing under his breath. 

“shit,” he mutters, sounding mildly panicked. “shit, fuck, shit.” 

you stir. taehyung isn’t the type to curse often, so you blink your eyes open, one hand blindly reaching out for him as you try to wake up enough to focus. “tae?” 

he stares back at you in alarm. he’s halfway up by the time your eyes finally land on him, but when he sees how your hand searches for his, he catches your wrist in a gentle hold. “right here,” he murmurs. 

you smile, still half-asleep. “what’s wrong?” 

he stills. “i-” he flounders a bit. “i didn’t - um. i swear i meant to go sleep on the couch last night, i just - i wanted you to take the bed for once, ‘cause the couch isn’t really comfortable, but i guess i fell asleep too - i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even - i was just really tired-” 

you let him babble for a couple more minutes, amused. admittedly, not all your brain cells are firing right now, still drowsy, but flustered, rambly taehyung is a rare, endearing sight you’d like to indulge in for just a bit. 

when you start to see the pink dust his cheeks, you decide to take pity on him, pressing a hand to his cheek. he quiets immediately, leaning into your touch. “sorry,” he mumbles one last time. 

you breathe out a laugh. “don’t tell anyone,” you try to tease, but you mean it a little too much. “but you’re my favorite, my star.” 

he looks at you. you don’t know what changes in this moment. maybe it’s because it’s so quiet, with the world still waking up; or maybe because you both know sky isn’t home, having gone over to namjoon’s the night before, so the apartment is empty, just the two of you; or maybe because you’re both still sleepy and warm and so, so close, but taehyung shifts, the hand holding your wrist pressing it gently to the spot beside your head, so taehyung can hover just above you. you stare up at him, everything moving in slow motion. his nose brushes against yours, and you tilt your head up, searching for him. waiting for him to meet you in the middle. 

there’s sparks, all over. tingles down your spine, the way taehyung kisses you slowly. the hesitance in the beginning, then the soft press of his lips against yours, like he can’t resist you. drawn to you, the hand holding your wrist moving to tangle with your fingers. the hand you had cupping his cheek slides into his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer. 

it might be cliché, but you don’t care: kissing taehyung feels like coming home. 

when he pulls away for air, he lets out a sort of disbelieving huff of laughter, like he can’t believe you let him kiss you. there’s a happy light in your eyes, your grin spreading from cheek to cheek, and his heart stutters in his chest like he hasn’t seen that smile almost every day of his life. 

he ducks his head next to yours, hair tickling your skin. ever so close, you can hear the smile in his voice when he whispers, “you’re my favorite, too, sun.” 

.

.

.

you’ve never told anyone before, but there’s a reason taehyung is your star. his sister remains the sky, your whole world, but taehyung is your star because you learned long ago that the sun, too, is a star. and if you’re so lucky to be considered the light amidst the sky, then you’ll be shameless enough to wish to always linger amongst the stars, too. because you want to always be next to him. 

beside him. your star. 

masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue 

[theragamuffininitiative]

3, 6, 16, 23 👀

3. favourite musical to listen to:

I'm suddenly regretting reblogging this ask, this is like choosing between children. However! I have the unfortunate theatre nerd honor of loving lots of versions of musicals that are not the OBC so choosing purely from albums....

I think I would have to say The Scarlet Pimpernel. It's one of my favorites in general but that soundtrack goes so stinking hard. Esepcially everything Douglas Sills does as Percy. When Percy thinks he can't trust his wife and resolves to continue anyway during "Prayer"??? 😭 and Marguerite's mirrored despair at losing the man she thought she knew in "When I Look At You" (AND THEIR DUET) The hilarity of "The Creation of Man" and and "The Scarlet Pimpernel and "They Seek Him Here"???? ("I said brief, not infinitesimal" and his book-perfect inane laugh my beloved) The sweeping epic opening of "Madame Guillotine?" !!!!! The amazing sibling love in "You Are My Home" and the exhilarating swashbuckling of "Into the Fire" and the PEAK villain ballad, "Falcon in the Dive" ksudfnlsdkjfsnldfkjsd. Frank Wildhorn musicals my forever beloved, and Nan Knighton's one and only absolutely perfect book and lyrics. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

6. favourite musical you've seen live

I have been blessed to see several touring productions of beloved shows as well as some really wonderful local productions. I'm going to cheat and say two bc the one doesn't exist anymore lol. I got to see the out-of-town tryout production of The Last Days of Summer starring Corey Cott and can I tell you that experience will stay with me for all my life. I think I wrote a massive post about it on here somewhere way back then. But the true answer should be Wicked. Wicked is the first professional (tour) production I ever saw, and a bonding point with many friends, and I got to see it on Broadway last year as my first bway show. 😊 This show is not overrated, it is literally perfection of stage craft from the top down and deserves every accolade and I hope the movie is good but it will never replace the show in my heart.

16. favourite musical that's underrated

(I love so many unknown/underrated musicals hhhhh)

Nobody now talks about The Secret Garden but it was certainly not underrated when it was on bway, people have just forgotten about it. 😭 Same with The Scarlet Pimpernel. So I have to say Bandstand, right? Absolutely, of course I do, and I'm gonna.

Corey Cott (him again) earned that (nonexistent) Tony nomination. I would be sad if he was nominated and lost, but I will eternally be Salty As Ever Living Heck that he wasn't even nominated. But the show in general is just so amazing, musically and storyline and visually and acting and lksjdnfsdkgjneiosfdk. This show is so so important to me, you don't even know. War widows and brotherhood and grief and survivor's guilt and finding love again and throwing off the glamor to expose the truth. Laura Osnes's #withtheband vlogs from backstage while they were in the show have taken up residence in a corner of my soul.

Wicked is only the first show I saw on bway because Bandstand closed after Dear Evan Hanson swept the awards, and I didn't have enough time to make the trip to see it.

BUT! I did get to see the tour! The fall before covid hit AND CLOSED IT TOO I got to see the national tour cast and I was very unconvinced that they would be able to do it justice when the OBC cast are some of my favorite humans in the whole wide world, but man oh man. When Zack Zaromatidis broke down as Donny telling Julia his awful dark secret, Zack bent at the waist like he had sucker-punched himself and from my seat a few rows from the stage I watched a single tear fall from his face and hit the stage floor and I'm telling you, I lost it. He did Donny and Corey right and proud. And my friend and I got to meet him and a bunch of the cast after!

I may or may not have access to the Bandstand proshot they made right before closing and I may or may not be willing to totally share so you can be obsessed too...

23. favourite lyric from a musical

I literally can't do this, you can't make me, I'm just gonna pull some of my absolute beloved lyrics from the aforementioned shows off the top of my head, ok go:

The Scarlet Pimpernel: Oh Lord, how could you let me love like this? / No one dies upon a kiss / and only fools believe in bliss... With time, I'll find a way to right this wrong / if it takes my whole life long / Lord, I'll fight my battles all alone / but make me / strong.

(Idk any of the lyrics from Last Days of Summer and it's a criiiimme)

Wicked: Let me say before we part / So much of me / is made of what I learned from you / and you'll be with me / like a handprint on my heart / Now whatever way our stories end / I know you have rewritten mine / by being my friend.

Bandstand: They'll say right this way / we've reserved this just for you / you've been waiting for this day / it's the least that we can do / you've arrived at last my friend / after fighting for far too long (it's a privilege sir may I say?) / "Right this way."

-deep breath- Ok, well, good to know my inner theatre nerd is still alive and well. XD

[shadowredfeline]

Here's a drawing mixed with my Gameplay of Smash Bros. Ultimate. I drew Shadow and Lisa in their Kingdom Smash attire and when Shadow has Joker on his side, we found this card that summons a Nintendog. We found this dog breed compared to the other breeds like Brawl using a Labrador Retriever, Wii U and 3DS using a French Bulldog, and Ultimate using a Toy Poodle. Spot and Rita would be surprised to see a Dog Breed like that compared to the other dog breeds they like.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Did Joker just found a dog? 🤨

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Of course, Shadow. That Toy Poodle looks really adorable! 😊

Shadow R 😺🗡️: I don't know. Mona would have a Heart Attack if he ever saw that dog.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: I'm sure it's friendly. Especially if it was playful to Mona.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Yeah right. I'm sure the Dogs are gonna give us the card anytime we want to call them.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Yeah I'm sure Speedster and Rita are gonna love this.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: You think? I know they are dogs after all and they love any kind of dog breed.

Toy Poodle 🐩: *gives Shadow and Lisa the cards of the Toy Poodle alongside the Lab Retriever and the French Bulldog*

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Looks like that problem solved.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Good doggy! We'll call you and your pals anytime! *Pets the Toy Poodle* 🥰

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Okay, Lisa and Joker. Let's continue onward!

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Good thinking, Shadow! 👍 I hope our friends are gonna be excited about what we saw.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Yeah especially if we can also find Wilson soon wherever he is.

Lisa 😺❤️⚡: Yeah and I'm sure Zack, Sam, Jo, Luna, Noteson and Deev will find them.

People I tagged @bryan360 @murumokirby360 and @rafacaz4lisam2k4

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Hey 💓 I realized I have an ask, too!

In the Zick Zack video, in the middle, where Till disappears from the stage and Flake tries to patch him up, what is it that Till shouts? It’s not in the song lyrics, and there’s no way I can understand it!

hi @naivenaive (always good to have a non-anon ask 😊)

Just a brief interlude, Till notices his face starts to 'droop' and goes backstage, with Doctor Flake fussing after him.

Till is grumbling at Flake: "Are you serious, just see how this looks"

Flake fusses some more and disappears to the clinic area, Till: "Fix it!"

(On stage the guys are waiting for them to come back, Schneider spots an opportunity he's long been waiting for)

In the clinic Flake is fussing with a liposuction device (to suck out fat).

Till: "Suck out? What do you want to suck out?" and he reaches for the stapling machine.

Flake frets "Wait..wait.." but Till has already stapled his drooping skin back in place

😊

something like that 😊 and now we know why they call Flake 'Doctor' 😄

[loverontheleft]

I Miss You (revised)

Revised 02/2023

For @vessyvk by request (Could you write a smut where he is on tour and you can’t see each other for a long time and you use FaceTime (which is not enough and people interrupt), and then he finally comes home… 😊);

Warnings include: language, toys, mutual masturbation, “public” sex, oral (you), and condomless sex (not advised; make good choices) – I think that’s everything.

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“How many more days?” You’re a little breathless, curled on your side and gazing intently at your phone.

Brendon sighs, the messy dressing room visible behind him, and he runs a hand through his tousled hair. “One more week.” He looks like you feel, and you sigh sadly. “But it's a direct flight, so I should have no delays.” He tries to look cheerful, failing miserably.

“Mm,” you agree thoughtfully. “Chances of Zack letting me pull you into a companion bathroom so I can get my hands and mouth on you first thing?” He laughs and his phone shakes a little.

“I don’t think that’s what they mean by ‘companion,’ love. Though Zack wouldn’t be our problem; LAX security on the other hand…”

“Fine. Chances of Zack taking a cab home so I can get you alone in the car and give you a hand job while you drive? Maybe convince you to finger me too? Just think about it,” you urge. “Sliding your fingers out of my pussy, sucking them clean at a traffic light. Tasting your girl for the first time in weeks.” He stops laughing, tilts his head back, and moans a little. It sends a thrill through you, your whole body tenses at the sight. “Fucking hell, B, you’ve got to warn me before you start that sexy shit again. Don’t tease me.”

His face changes a little and he reaches for the phone where it’s propped on his counter. “Don’t tease you? You’re one to talk, honey. Reminding me how long it’s been since I’ve had your sweet cunt on my face. Don’t tease you, yeah, okay.” He grins, and you can see his forearm flex. “Isn’t that the whole point of these calls, darlin?” He pans the camera down and you can see the outline of his cock pressing through his boxers and how he’s palming over himself.

You feign horrified innocence. “What?? Bren, have you been misbehaving during our conversations?”

He grins, shaking his head in amusement. “One hundred percent, yes. If you answer the FaceTime call naked, as you did tonight, I’ll remind you, I definitely get my hand down my pants, and I usually come too.” Your mouth drops open a little, still pretending to be scandalized, and he groans. “Dammit babygirl. Who’s teasing now? Got me thinking about those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Fuck, you’re so hot, you look so good on your knees for me; such a good girl, the way you let me slowly fuck your mouth, run my hands through your hair and slide my cock over your tongue. Watch you take it. Fuck. My best girl makes me come so hard just thinking about her.”

You blush and shift your own camera downward, so he can see your two fingers moving in soft, slow circles. “Talking about ‘best girl,’ I’d better be your only girl,” you tease, breathing harder as your fingers work and show off for him. “I’m glad you come, though. I do too, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as when I’ve got your fingers or cock or tongue.”

He nods, his eyes glued to the scene your phone is still filming. “We should work on that. Need my best and only girl to come just as hard on her own as she does with me.” He laughs a little, stroking himself harder. “Love when my girl squeezes my cock, tightens around my fingers, tenses up when she comes all over me and rubs that wet cunt over my face. Desperately want to feel her every time. But my best girl deserves to come like that whenever she wants, even if I can’t be there. It’s—fuck—important that you can get yourself there too, honey.”

You smile. “Tell me what to do then, B. You know my body best. Teach me.” You’re pleased when he groans and slips his hand down inside his boxers, clearly gripping his erection. You’re still moving your fingers in little circles, waiting.

“Are you wet enough, baby?” He’s brought the camera up to his face, getting a closer look. “If you’re not so wet that your fingers are slipping off that gorgeous pussy, I want to see you suck those fingers.” You let the camera come back up so he can watch you slide both fingers into your mouth, sucking gently. “That’s it, really get them wet. That’s so good, babygirl. Fuck, miss that sweet tongue,” Brendon pants, and you can hear the urgency of his fist over his length.

The sound burns inside you, and it's a molten hot desire that you need to satisfy. “Now slide them out of that pretty mouth and get them back where you need them,” Brendon instructs. “Get your whole hand involved; grind your clit against your palm the way you grind against the base of my cock, honey.”

You don’t waste any time and plunge your fingers down, whimpering as you rock against your palm. “Brendon, it feels good. Wanna ride my fingers the way I ride your cock; fuck that’s good.” You’re still aiming your phone at your face, and he groans. “You wanna see? You wanna see my fingers shining from how wet I am?”

“Fucking hell, please.”

“Only if I get to see those hands I love so much wrapped around your cock, stroking it. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” you wink playfully, and he laughs. The camera shakes, and you can hear him trying to get his underwear off with one hand. He’s breathing hard, cursing, and you both freeze when there’s a knock on the door on his side and you can hear Zack calling something. “Fuck,” you mutter, and he closes his eyes, letting his head fall into the hand once desperately trying to shove his boxers down.

“Fuck. Hang on.” He sets the phone down and you hear him call, “What’s up?” Zack’s response is unintelligible on your end, but you hear Brendon. “K, give me one sec,” and you groan because you know this is where he leaves you for now. He’s back on screen. “Baby, I’m so sorry—”

You cut him off with a soft smile. “It’s okay. Go do your job. I love you, Bren.” He returns the smile and sentiment, and you end the call. “Fuck!” You cry, frustrated not with him but with the circumstances in general.

You’re so wet, and you can’t get the image of his hand on his cock out of your mind. It has been thirty-six days since you’ve seen him in person, and while the two of you spent as much time as possible in bed, it wasn’t enough. It’s never enough. You crave him all the time; you get lost in fantasies of his body moving over yours, filling you, holding you, bringing you to multiple orgasms and praising you through each. You’ve had a lot of phone and FaceTime sex over the past five weeks, and it has not tempered your lust at all. If anything, you want him even more.

You lie there for a moment, trying to come down from your arousal, when the idea hits you. You scramble off the bed and start digging for the tripod attachment and trigger you bought when you were going through an amateur photography phase.

It takes you about thirty minutes to get all the shots you want, resorting to a video at one point so you can use both hands. After, you flick through them, and grab stills from the video; you decide against any retouches and send them without a second thought. And now, you wait.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep, that it’s dark out now, until the buzzing glow of your phone and the FaceTime alert stirs you. His contact photo is a selfie he took of the two of you; you’re holding his face and kissing his cheek, and he’s beaming for the camera. It always makes you smile, and you fumble for the ‘answer’ button. “Hey baby.”

“Holy fuck, those photos.” He’s breathing hard and you are fully awake now. “That tripod was the best purchase we’ve ever made, because sweet Jesus I am looking at them now and I am so fucking hard for my girl.” Judging from the background, tonight is a hotel night and he’s in bed.

You smile, stretching out your arms. “Do you have a favorite?”

He looks thoughtful for a moment. “There’s one where you’re on your back and you’ve got two fingers in you and your other hand is squeezing your breast, playing with your nipple.” You make an encouraging noise, and he continues. “What I wouldn’t give to be either hand. How’d you get that shot? You didn’t have the trigger in your hand.”

“It’s a still shot from a video,” you purr, and you swear you can see his whole body tense.

“There’s a video?”

“Uh huh.” You’re teasing him, and he groans, asking if he can have it. “Well, I really only filmed it with the intention of grabbing stills from it…the cinematography isn’t the best…”

“I don’t care; I want to see my girl touch herself. Wait. I’ve got you on FaceTime now. I can have you live and in person. God, you have no idea how hard my dick is, honey.”

You roll over in bed, switching on the table lamp. “Yeah? You hard for me, Bren? You touching yourself?” He nods, eyes closed, and you can see the muscles in his arm working. “Let me see.” He drops the camera down and you gasp involuntarily. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” The words slip out and you bring your phone closer to your face, entranced by how his fist wraps around his length. “Jesus, look at you, B. Thrusting into your hand, wishing it was my tight pussy or my mouth. Can see how much lube you’re using, shit that’s so hot. Fuck, I wish your cock was in my mouth; love having you in my mouth, baby. Love working my tongue down until I’ve taken all of you and your hands are in my hair…but goddamn, if I don’t love getting my pussy filled…how you tell me to spread my legs, and the way you just…god, I miss you.” you whimper, sneaking your hand down to tease yourself.

“I miss you, baby,” he manages to get out, and you can see his fingers flex as his grip tightens. “I miss everything about you.” His hand is moving faster now, and his breath is coming in short gasps as he moves the camera back to his face. “I especially miss the way you’ll get me so close with your hand or pussy then take all of me in your mouth to swallow for me. Fuck, love that.”

“Love feeling you come on my tongue, baby. Are you close?” He nods, and you can see the muscles in his jaw twitch. “I wanna see you come for me, Brendon.” Your voice is low, and your head falls back and hits the pillow as your fingers fly over your clit. “Come for me, baby.”

“Oh god—honey, I’m—shit, shit, shit, fuck oh—” he knows what you want and pulls the camera back in time for you to see both his face as he hits his peak and his cum dripping over his clenched fist.

You talk him through it, telling him how hot it was, how sexy he is, and how much you want to pin him down and lick him clean. He’s running his hand over himself slowly, shuddering occasionally, and you praise him. “My god, Brendon, that was so good. So fucking sexy, seeing you come like that.”

You can tell he’s exhausted now; his eyelids are heavy, and his lips gently parted as he falls back against the pillows. “Fuck, baby, please tell me you came too.”

You shake your head. “I was focused on you.” He frowns and you quickly continue. “But it’s okay. I feel really really good. I don’t need to come to enjoy myself.” He’s still frowning, so you decide to distract him if possible. “How was the show?”

It works. As tired as he is, his eyes light up and he starts telling you about the crowd and the faces he could see and how great the show went. You smile sleepily; he’s doing what he was born to do. “You look tired, honey; I woke you up, didn’t I? You should go back to sleep.”

You shake your head, meeting his eyes. “I’m not hanging up.”

He smiles softly. “I didn’t say anything about hanging up. Get comfy darlin, we’re going to lay together until you fall asleep.”

You let out a little sigh of pleasure, snuggling back into the pillows. “Will you sing to me? I know you’re probably tired from tonight, but please?” You give him your wide-eyed pleading look and he nods.

“Of course. Do you have a preference or is it the dealer's choice?”

You yawn, eyes fluttering closed. “Something Disney. Otherwise, your choice, baby.” You roll over and turn off the table lamp before settling back down. The glow from your phone is the only thing lighting your face and you can feel yourself fading fast.

“Come stop your crying; it’ll be alright. Just take my hand, hold it tight.” His voice is soft but clear and you feel your heart swell. “I will protect you, from all around you; I will be here, don’t you cry.”

“Tarzan.” You smile, and he nods. “I love Tarzan.”

“For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can’t be broken; I will be here, don’t you cry.” He pauses, pushing his hair out of his face and you yawn again, burrowing down into the pillow. “Go to sleep, babygirl.” You nod and feel your eyes slip shut. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, Bren,” you manage to mumble before totally slipping away and he continues to sing to you.

-||-

When you wake up, phone still in your hand, you have a text from him. It’s from 3 hours earlier; you’ve slept hard and it’s almost 1pm now. “Hey baby, watch for a UPS delivery today. I priority-overnighted you a present. Call me when you get it. Love you!”

You reply immediately. “I’m intrigued and excited. Will keep you posted. Love you too! Hope you’re having a good day.”

He texts back, letting you know that he’s free for the afternoon and thinking about a shower post-workout and then maybe a nap.

You shiver, thinking about him in the shower, tense muscles glistening with sweat. Taking a shower doesn’t sound so bad, and it gives you an excuse to send more photos. You strip down and send him a photo of the pile of clothes outside the shower door before stepping in.

You lean against the shower wall, handheld shower head on your clit while you finger yourself roughly with the other hand and let yourself get right to the edge of coming. He didn’t get to see you come last night after all, and if he’s free for the afternoon, you’re positive he’ll be available for a call.

You’re breathing hard, body coiled with anticipatory need, when you get out of the shower and pile your wet hair on top of your head. There’s no response from him yet, so you slip into one of his faded band shirts and crawl back into bed, willing yourself not to grind against a pillow or your hand. When your phone chimes, you see that he’s sent you back a photo of his own clothes outside his hotel shower, so you text him quickly. “Full disclosure; I’m out of a very hot shower and back in bed in one of your shirts. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“And…3…2…1.” You count down quietly, and as predicted, his contact photo illuminates your screen. You slide to answer and groan when he appears on screen, wearing his glasses, wet, and a towel slung low on his hips. “Well, hello and good afternoon, Mr. Urie.” He grins, running a hand through his hair and you sit up cross-legged in bed.

“Hi, love. Heard you can’t stop thinking about me.” He drops back onto his bed and rolls onto his stomach to hold his phone out in front of him.

“It’s true.” You hold the phone up and angle down so he can see your wet hair, his shirt, and your lack of underwear.

He whistles, adjusting his glasses. “I can’t stop thinking about you either. Goddamn you are pretty. Love my clothes on you, baby. Also, my email says your gift is out for delivery.”

You preen, teasing your fingers along the edge of his shirt. “Do you really love your clothes on me?” He shifts a little, resting his chin in his hand.

“Well, I’d prefer you in nothing at all but if you must be dressed, this is a good option. It’s certainly easier to get you out of my clothes.”

“How funny, I also prefer me in nothing at all.” You set the phone down and pull his shirt off over your head and let it drop to the floor. “I believe we have some unfinished business from your dressing room?”

He nods eagerly, rolling onto his back and shimmying up the bed. “If I remember correctly, you were just about to show me your fingers all covered in your sweetness.” You feel a rush of heat between your legs and as you’re about to slide your fingers down, there’s a knock at the front door.

You tease your fingers across your folds and gasp a little and his eyes darken on screen. You’re wetter than you thought and you’re about to show him when he exclaims, “Oh! Your present was delivered!”

You pause. “Should I go get it? Even if it means pausing this?” You grin when he nods eagerly, practically wiggling in anticipation. You slip out of bed, scoop up his shirt to throw on, and walk to your front door. There’s a medium-sized box on your front steps and you lift it up to bring inside; it’s surprisingly light for its size. You look at him on screen questioningly.

“Open it.” He is now bouncing with excitement. You slip your finger under the edge and pop the tape before ripping the two flaps up. Your breathing hitches as you rub the lace and silk of the lingerie between your thumb and index finger. “God, you’re gonna look so good in that. But there’s more.” He’s eager, and you can’t help but be excited too. You set the lingerie aside, pawing through the rest of it. You choke a little in shock, but you’re delighted.

“Really, B?” You hold up the package containing the very expensive vibrator and the separate bottle of lubricant. He smirks and you bite your lip. “You spoil me.”

“Well let’s be real. This is just as much for me as it is for you. Thought maybe you could make some more videos for me. I’ll return the favor, of course.” His voice is husky, and a thrill goes through you as you make your way back to the bedroom. “You should try it out. It comes pre-charged.” You can see that his pupils are fully dilated, and you nod, slipping out of his shirt once more. You reach down and brush your fingers across your wetness again, bringing it up to the screen for him to see the glistening. “Damn, honey, you might not need the lube…” he trails off and you see his hand slip down.

“I might not,” you agree, unpacking the toy and examining it. It’s about 6 inches of brushed silicone with an otherwise-realistic tip featuring a concave, slightly textured section you’re already imagining rubbing against your clit. “Fuck, Brendon, it’s so soft and smooth. It’s like velvet. Reminds me of your dick, except purple and not quite as thick. Shit, this is still so nice.” He groans a little and you, wanting to torment him a bit, let your tongue flick out over it.

“I had to find something comparable, but not better. Didn’t want you leaving me for a toy.” You giggle, shaking your head. “Gonna get it ready?” He suggests, and you nod, sliding your tongue down the length of it, rolling and licking and sucking. “Fuck, baby, you know I miss that mouth.”

You pause, and remember the tripod is still set up to one side of your bed. “Hang on, Bren.” You clip your phone into place and adjust it, so the viewpoint covers the bed. You scoot back into view, sitting up with your knees bent, facing the camera. Slowly, painstakingly, you move the toy down and rub it against your pussy, gasping a little.

“Feels good, baby?” He’s sat up more and you can see the flushed head of his cock twitch above his palm as he rubs himself against his stomach slowly.

You nod, thumb finding the power button. “Oh Jesus, fuck,” you cry, hips bucking. “Holy–my god– Bren. That’s good. Fuck.”

“Yeah?” He’s biting his lip, and you nod again, your lips parted as you try to find the words. “You wet enough to slide it in? I want to see you fuck yourself with it if you can. Know you haven’t had anything bigger than fingers in a while…”

You lie back, keeping your legs spread for him, as you tease your entrance with the tip of the toy. You press in and you hiss a little, pulling it back. “Lube.” You pour a bit on two fingers, running them down the length of the toy and then across yourself. “Let’s try that again.” He’s stroking himself now and you can see the shine of pre-cum. Instinctively, your tongue flicks out, searching for it and you feel yourself get even wetter. This time it’s easier to get the toy in you and you have to roll to your side, burying your face in a pillow as you cry out, “motherfucker!” and yelp in pleasure at the sensations.

“No baby, let me hear you, please.”

You roll back, chest heaving. “Bren, I’m not gonna last long. Teased myself in the shower, got myself close, thinking I’d just be fingering myself for you–shit, I’m gonna fucking come!”

“Come for me, honey. You don’t need to last long. I just wanna see and hear you come like you deserve.” You moan, working the toy in and out, whimpering as you hit the ‘mode’ button and the vibrations increase. “That’s right baby, really take it. You’re doing so good, darlin.”

His voice is soothing, and you roll onto your stomach, hips raised and back arched, supporting yourself on a forearm as your free hand tangles in the sheets. “Hope this is as good for you, Bren,” you whisper, and you hear his low groan of confirmation.

“Trust me, the view is fucking incredible.”

You’re rocking your hips along the length of the toy, sliding it in and thrusting quickly before pulling out and letting the intense vibrations from the tip roll over your clit. “Oh fuck, I’m–” you cut yourself off, using your free hand to tug at your hair, squealing and panting.

“Shit, pull your hair, honey. Wish I could. Remind me what I have to come home to, let me hear you. Fuck, babygirl, let me see you come.” His voice is hoarse, and you know he’s close too.

You’re flying off the edge, falling apart, shrieking his name into the pillow as your hips rock and spasm. The toy slips from your grasp as your legs collapse from under you and you’re breathing hard and trembling all over. “Brendon?” You can’t lift your head or roll over to see the camera and instead of a response, you hear a choked version of your name followed by a low groan.

“You okay, baby?” His voice is soft, and you muster all your strength to roll toward the tripod.

“Holy fucking hell.” You whisper, and he agrees.

You’ve retrieved your phone from the tripod and are holding it close as he murmurs soft praise to you, telling you how good you are and how proud of you he is and how much he loves you when there’s a sharp knock in Zack’s signature rhythm on his door. “Son of a bitch, I told him not to disturb me today,” he groans, and you sigh, closing your eyes. “I’m really sorry, baby,” he starts, and you smile, holding up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t apologize. Go answer the door and deal with whatever it is. It’s probably important; he wouldn’t bother you otherwise. I’ll always be here.” You blow him a kiss and he blows one back before ending the call.

-||-

In your perfect world, the next five days would pass with that day’s events, but sans interruptions and extra orgasms. Of course, this isn’t your perfect world, so the next five days actually pass with double the interruptions, less than half the orgasms, triple the frustration, and what seems like an infinite number of explicit texts and photos and videos when FaceTime isn’t an option.

Finally, finally, it’s homecoming day and you find yourself pacing your bedroom anxiously. It’s 8am and he isn’t due at LAX until 4pm. You’ve already showered and done your hair, you’ve done and redone your makeup three times, and have the lingerie he sent you on; you just haven’t decided what clothes you’ll wear over it. You settle on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, knowing the juxtaposition between your outer layer and the intricate lace and silk underneath will be highly satisfying. Also, you won’t draw attention to yourself, which is key if you want to get him out of LAX and home to your bed with minimal delays.

You leave for the airport at 1:30, arguing with yourself that traffic could be bad. You’re sort of right; you arrive at 3pm and you spend the next hour sitting at the baggage claim, tapping your foot anxiously.

The screen changes his flight from ARRIVING to ARRIVED and you’re on your feet, bouncing on your heels. He’s texted you that he’ll be out shortly and he’s wearing a black hat and Zack is in grey. It’s only a few minutes before people start coming down the escalator and you’re scanning heads, and finally you see him. He spots you at the same time and his face lights up.

You’re good and don’t shriek, but wordlessly start weaving your way through the crowd before you’re within pouncing distance. He drops his backpack and holds out his arms and you fly into them, legs twisting around his waist as his hands curve under your thighs to hold you.

He buries his face in your neck, breathing deeply. “Never again, sweet girl. I’m never leaving you again.”

You smile weakly, not surprised to find yourself blinking back tears. “You don’t mean that.”

He looks at you seriously. “No, I mean, you’re coming with me from now on.”

“Oh, okay,” you laugh. “That’s acceptable.” He nods, kissing you hard. The embrace is needy and rough, and one of his hands tangles in your hair, tugging gently to get you moaning into his mouth. Zack clears his throat, and you pull away, waving at him. “Hi Zack. Thank you for keeping him safe.”

Zack rolls his eyes. “Can I continue doing my job and get the both of you to the car?”

Brendon nods, and you regretfully slip out of his arms. “We need to wait on your luggage, don’t we?” You ask as the three of you make your way out. Brendon shakes his head while Zack nods. You know you look confused.

“I’m going to go back and grab it once y’all are in the car. Minimal crowd exposure,” Zack explains, and you nod.

“And this way,” Brendon whispers in your ear lowly, “we have at least fifteen minutes alone in the car.” You grin, taking in his sweatpants and tee, slipping your hand into his.

You make it back to the car, where Zack praises you for your strategic parking. Nose out into an aisle so you’re not sitting in a line of cars forever. You open the back door, and both climb in. “Alright, I’ll be back. Make good choices.” He shuts the door firmly and you blush, wondering if he knows your intentions.

“Fucking finally,” Brendon gasps once Zack has turned away, grabbing you by the hips and hauling you into his lap. You squeal in surprise, feeling how hard he is. “Missed you so much, baby.” He’s slipping a hand down the front of your leggings and into your panties, groaning when he feels you. “Fuck me, you’re so wet. Surprised you didn’t soak through your leggings and get this sweet slickness all over my sweatpants.”

You whine, telling him to finger you, rocking into his hand and moaning happily when he slides two fingers in deep. “God, so tight,” he hisses, letting his head fall back against the headrest. You hold your hand to his mouth and let him spit into your palm before getting your hand down his sweatpants and grasping his erection firmly while his lips attach to your neck.

“We’re going to get arrested for indecent public behavior,” you tell him, stroking him rapidly, and he shakes his head.

“Only if we get caught.”

“We’re in an airport parking lot. We’re literally surrounded by people.”

“And yet your hand is on my cock and you’re fucking my fingers so good. You don’t seem too concerned.”

“Hush,” you tell him with a teasing smile, using your free hand to shove your leggings down before working on his sweatpants and boxers. His erection springs out and you can’t help the moan that escapes you.

“I like this lace,” he mumbles, “I bought this, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he’s pulling it to one side as you position yourself over him before sliding down quickly. You both gasp and he grabs the back of your head, crushing your mouth to his as you rock in his lap. “That’s it babygirl, ride me, fuck yourself hard, use my cock.”

You whimper, telling him you need it harder, gripping his shoulders. His hands find your hips and he starts to thrust up into you. It isn’t long, maybe three minutes before you’re breathing hard. “Bren, I’m not gonna la—"

“Hush” he tells you, grinning. “We’ve got plenty of time once we’re home. For now, I want you to come on my cock.”

“Jesus,” you moan, rocking harder and he’s sucking on and biting at your neck, calling you every sweet name that drives you wild, and you think you’re abo–

“Goddammit you two, you couldn’t fucking wait?” Zack’s voice is loud as the trunk pops open. You shriek, and Brendon groans, his head hitting the headrest while you bury your face in his neck. “Y’all are nasty. Get buckled up, we’re good to go.”

“We were good to go too, my girl was so close to coming,” Brendon grumbles a little as you wiggle out of his lap and slide your leggings up. He pulls his boxers and sweatpants back up and continues to complain good-naturedly about Zack’s timing.

“I don’t wanna hear it. Actually, I’m separating you two. Brendon, stay where you are and get buckled. Babygirl,” and his voice is dripping with sarcasm, “can get in the passenger seat. I don’t want any fucking around back there while I’m driving.”

You know better than to argue with him and obey sulkily. “You know I’m just gonna be sexting her from the back seat, right?” Brendon points out, and you whine.

“Do whatever the fuck you want, just don’t read that shit out loud and no sounds. I don’t care what happens as long as I’m not a witness to it. You know I don’t like that voyeuristic shit.”

Brendon smirks, thumbs flying over his phone, and you inhale sharply when the message comes through.

“Loved bouncing you on my cock like that, sweet girl.”

Another ping. “Want to make you come like that, then I want your hot, wet cunt on my face, rubbing all that sweetness on my mouth.” You’re squirming in your seat.

Another ping. “Can’t wait to feel you come on my tongue, baby; gonna eat your pussy for dinner and dessert until you’re screaming my name and the neighbors all know your man is home, fucking you right.”

“Jesus,” you whimper and Zack groans.

“This is going to be a long drive, isn’t it?” He asks no one in particular and Brendon starts laughing, firing off another series of texts.

-||-

When Zack pulls into the driveway, you’re trembling with your effort to not come just from Brendon’s texts, detailing exactly what he’s going to do to you. Brendon is tapping his fingers against his thigh as his leg bounces; as soon as the car is in park and the garage door is up, he throws open his door and is out of the car, flinging your door open and grabbing you as you fumble with your seatbelt. He drags you from the car, ignoring Zack, and tosses you over his shoulder.

“Brendon,” you shriek, hands clutching at his back.

“Good warm up, baby; you’re going to be screaming my name a lot,” he comments, getting the door unlocked and heading for the stairs. Once you’re in your room, he drops you on the bed and locks the door. “Strip,” he tells you, pulling his shirt off and kicking off his sneakers before tugging his sweatpants and boxers off.

You’ve gotten the hoodie and leggings off as well as your shoes and are spread out on the bed in the black lace set he bought you, legs wide and your arms above your head. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers, pouncing on you and kissing you hard. “These are too pretty to rip off of you,” he comments, dragging the panties down with both hands before flipping you over. “Hands and knees, darlin; I think we both need it hard right now.”

You’re quick to obey and he grabs your hips to pull them back and up until your chest is flat against the bed and your arms outstretched, gripping the sheets. “But before I get my cock in you,” he murmurs, “there’s something I want to do while I’ve got you like this.” Using two fingers, he spreads you and drags his tongue along you, pausing to flick over your clit. As expected, your first orgasm rips through you and he groans, shoving his mouth against your pussy and licking roughly, gathering you on his tongue and swallowing with satisfaction. He doesn’t hesitate for long though before he’s back at work, face buried in you from behind, both hands on your thighs and pulling you back onto his mouth firmly to get better access.

You’re shrieking into the mattress, rocking back against him, and he’s moaning into you, words barely intelligible as his tongue delves into you. “Brendon, fuck!” You manage to gasp when he hits a good spot, and he pulls back. You turn to look at him and moan at the sight. His nose, lips, chin are all wet with you and he licks his lips, eyes closing briefly. “God, baby, get back in there, please. Eat it, B,” you whine, and he grins, flipping you over and lifting both legs over his shoulders before sliding two fingers in and spreading you wide, letting his tongue go deep. He’s flat on the bed, your legs folded across his shoulders and neck, and he’s holding your hand with one while the other plays with your pussy.

“Fucking love you,” he gasps, using his thumb against your clit as your nails rake across his back and your second climax hits. He’s sucking hard now, and you can feel him humping the mattress. He must be close. “Fuck, honey, I need you.” He rocks back onto his knees, fingers still thrusting even though his tongue is gone. He slides into you and you both moan, your thighs trembling around him.

You groan, biting your lip, pleading with your eyes.  “God, Brendon, fuck me.”

“Jesus, babygirl, this time won’t last long, but I will make it up to you,” he promises, and you nod, mouth parted in a wordless cry as he thrusts against you hard. “Can you get back on your hands and knees, baby?”

You nod again, and he pulls out of you, gives your ass a quick swat as you turn, and rocks back into you. The hand holding yours is tight and you squeeze back, while his other hand is tangled in your hair and he pulls it lightly, leaning over to sink his teeth into your neck.

“Holy fucking shit, I’m close,” you moan, your entire body tensing in preparation. He swears; his thrusts are getting sloppy, and his rhythm is falling apart. You know he’s close, so you take charge of the pace, rocking back against his hips desperately as you tremble.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” he gasps into your neck and his voice saying those words never fails to drive you wild. With another shrill cry, your pussy tightens around him with your third of the night and he tugs your hair again as he comes, hard. Those words will never fail to set you off, and the feeling of him coming in you will never fail to make you sigh happily. He thrusts a few times, and you can feel how much he came. It’s hot and slick, and you feel completely full and warm.

He pulls out of you after a moment, groaning. You both fall onto your backs, and you cling to his side. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, and he whispers your name, pulling you to him tightly. His breath is hot on your neck, and you whimper, pressing into him. “We need to shower,” he whispers, fingers trailing along your pussy, stroking gently. “As much as I love feeling my cum mixed with all your sweetness here and dripping down your thighs…we should probably shower.”

“Don’t make me move, B. Love having your cum in me and all over me. Missed it so much. We can clean up later.”

“But won’t it feel…” he trails off and you shake your head. “Okay. We’ll clean up later, sweetheart.” You snuggle against him and feel yourself falling asleep against him.

With your last conscious thought, you press your lips to his chest. “Welcome home, baby.”

“I’m so glad to be home, babygirl.” His arms tighten around you, and you let yourself drift off to sleep.

[yourimagines]

Reader x Nick, she goes to one of his seminars and they meet for the first time. The rest is for you to write 😊

Fluff

I changed it a bit, hope you liked it

Professor Diaz

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, fluff, bit of smut teasing

Y/N POV

My best friend Zack wanted to go to a bjj seminar from Nick Diaz but he didn’t wanted to go alone, so I joined him. He is a brown belt I’m just a blue belt, he has way more free time than I do. “Y/N, I’m very happy you wanted to come with.” Zack says as he parked his car. “No problem.” I gave him a smile and got out of the car. He grabbed our bags and walked to the large building in front of us. “Nervous?” I asked as he handed over my bag. “Little bit…you?” “Yeah me too.” We both entered the building. A young woman sat behind desk, smiling friendly at us. “Hello, welcome.” Zack walked up. “Hey, we are here for Professor Diaz seminar.” She smiles and placed a paper in front of him. “Search your name and sign in please.” We both searched our names and signed in. “Thank, have fun.” “Thank you.” We both walked further, in the direction of the locker rooms. “I’ll see ya in a bit, wait for me okay?” “I will.” We both went our own way. ‘It will be fine…’

Zack and I were standing next to each other, waiting for professor Diaz to enter the room. “I hope I’m not to awkward.” Zack quietly chuckles. “You y/n are never awkward, everyone finds you just adorable.” I rolled my eyes at him. “It’s true…” the door opens and everyone became quiet. Nick Diaz walked in with some other black belts. “Good morning everyone.” “Good morning professor Diaz.” Everyone said back in choir. He flashes us a quick smile and started his seminar.

I was practicing with Zack as Nick walked by, watching us. Zack was good too good for me and a little bit to prideful, meaning that I never got the chance to practice a bit. He pushed me down and immediately got me again. I quickly tapped out. “Again.” I mumbled. Zack sits right back up, smiling at me. I was starting to irritated and demotivated because of this. Nick clearly saw it and stepped in. “I think you guys should rotate.” We both looked up to him. He pointed at Zack. “I have a great sparring partner for you… Rick?” An other brown belt walked up. “Can you spar with…” “Zack, professor.” “With Zack.” Rick nodded. “Of course, come.” Zack looked at me and smiles. “See ya.” He joked and went with Rick. Nick sat down in front of me. “Okay, Let’s practice.” I felt nervous and nodded at him. I moved closer to him and grabbed his shoulders, moving up and trying to submit him, he of course threw a defensive, getting me in a submission. I tapped out on his arm. He immediately released me and sits right back up. “Okay, let’s practice this more slower..okay?” I nodded and did the moves slower, he pushed and pulled my legs and arms around to perfect my movements. “Do it like that and your opponent has a difficult time.” He said as I sat down in his lap. “Okay.” He flashes me a smile. “You’re doing good, you just need a sparing partner who’s letting you try out these moves.” I nodded at him, feeling a bit to close to him. “Let’s try again.”

Nick and I were practicing till I had it. He taught me the moves, let me practice around with him and most important I learned from it. “Okay, that’s really good y/n.” He pats my shoulder and stands up and calls everyone back to the centre. “Okay, listen up. We go for the next move… Zack come here please.” Zack walked up. Nick showed us a move, telling us everything, what’s he’s doing, what Zack could do and how to prevent it. During this teaching period, Nick looked a few time directly at me. I started to get a bit shy and tried to focus on Zack. “Okay, everyone understands what I just told you guys?” He looked at me and I nodded. “Alright, get a partner and practice both ways.” Zack immediately walked over to me. “Let’s do this together.” I saw Nick looking at us with a jealous look on his face but he didn’t say anything to us as we started to practice the new moves.

I was tired after this seminar. Zack on the other hand wasn’t. “That was so cool.” We both walked up to the desk, signing us out again. “Hello guys, did you had fun?” Zack smiled at the lady. “Of course, thank you for asking.” I rolled my eyes and looked away as Zack started to flirt with her. ‘Come on Zack, I’m tired I want to go home.’ A door opened and Nick walked out, he was wearing a black hoodie, some jeans and his bag hang loosely around his right shoulder. He saw me and walked over to me. “Hey y/n right?” I nodded. “I hoped you liked my seminar today even tho you were the only blue belt today..” he was rubbing his neck, looking a bit nervous. “I did, I’m tired but I liked it.” He smiles at me. “I hope I see you again soon.” I shyly smiled at him. “I hope so too professor.” He smiles and he opened his mouth to say something but Zack turned around and interrupted him. “Shall we go, I signed us out.” Zack saw Nick and smiled. “Ahh professor, thank you for the informative seminar, I really liked it.” Nick just nodded, not looking very pleased with him. “No problem Zack. I hope you both learned from it.” I nodded. “Of course we did, right y/n.” They both looked at me. “Yes we did.” Zack smiles proudly. “Well it was nice to talk to you professor but I think we need to go.” Nick nodded and flashed me a quick smile. “Thank you for coming, maybe I see you next time.” “Thank you, bye bye.” Zack said and literally pulled me away. “I’m hungry, let’s move you’re ass.” Zack says to me as I shyly waved goodbye to Nick, who was standing there in the hallway looking at us with a tiny smile on his face.

—— second seminar——

I gave myself up for a second seminar, this time without Zack…he had a date with the young lady from last time. I was in the room, waiting with a few others for professor Diaz. ‘I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird, nahh he probably doesn’t remember me anyway.’ The door opened and he walks in with a few others. He looked a bit different, his hair was a bit longer, more curlier. “Good morning everyone.” “Good morning professor Diaz.” His eyes fell on me and they lighted up. “Let’s start this seminar, Rick please join me for this one.” His eyes never left me.

Nick was walking around, helping and teaching everyone. I was sparring with a other blue belt. I had him and he tapped out. “Good job y/n, frank you need to close your distance to her, you give her to much space.” Nick stood at our feet, looking down at us. “Thank you professor.” Nick nods and moves further. Frank and I started all over again…as Nick secretly watching us.

Nick POV

‘She’s a fast learner , she just need a good sparring partner.’ I walked around the room but my eyes moved slowly back to her. ‘You’re crazy! She a student of you now.’ I looked away from her, trying to help the others. ‘Maybe she likes to train with you, our bodies so close against each other…’ I shook my head. ‘Stop fantasising about her.’ “Okay, good job.” They all stopped and looked at me. “Let’s come back here for the next one.” They all stood up and walked over to me. She looked shy as she joined us. ‘Don’t pick her, it makes her uncomfortable.’ “Frank, come here please.” He walks over and I started to teach them a new practice lesson.

Y/n had no partner as frank injured himself. “You want to practice?” I asked her. “Yes please.” ‘Don’t play with me…’ I nodded and sat down. “Shall I start?” She nods and I started. She was listening as I was talking my way through the moves. “So when you do this, I shall do this?” She grabbed my bicep and slightly pulled me. “Yes, just like that.” She smiles as we were standing dangerously close. My eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back. She blushed and looked away. “But it’s not perfect because I can still do this.” I did one move and got her back close against my chest, holding her in a guillotine. She gently taps my arm. I released her out of my grip. “Okay that’s fair.” She mumbles. I looked at the time and my heart sank, it’s already time to stop. “Can you help me with cleaning up the room, it’s already time.” She nods. “Of course professor Diaz.” ‘The way she says it is so beautiful.’ I smiled and called everyone over. “Okay, thank you all for joining me today on this seminar…”

Y/N POV

Nick ended the seminar and asked me if I could help him with cleaning the room. “Here.” He gave me a mop. He had one himself as well. “Thank you.” I grabbed the mop and started in the back. “You’re doing very good, you are improving your skills.” I blushed and smiled to myself. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” I bite down on my lip and smiled. ‘He’s so cute.’ “If you want I can help you to improve yourself. I also give private lessons.” My heart skipped a beat. ‘Private lessons from him…yes!’ I turned around and saw he was already looking at me. “Only if you want..” “I love the idea to follow more lessons from you but I rarely have the time for it….” He nods and walks over. “I’m sure we can find a way.” He stood dangerously close, looking a bit down on me as he was a bit taller than I am. He was sweaty, the jacket he wore was a bit more open than normally, there was no a shirt underneath it so I could see His chest was covered in sweat, just like his face and hair. I was checking him out without even noticing myself. He large hand carefully went to my face, pushing my face a bit up by my chin. My eyes met his and he smiles. “Can I ask you out for some lunch?” “Yes you can.” He smiles as his thumb caressed softly my chin. “Would you like to eat some lunch with me today?” I nodded and smiled shyly at him. “I would love to.” He smiles at me. “Then let’s clean this room up.”

[crisiscutie]

Shadow of Shinra AU

Part 2 of this: https://www.tumblr.com/crisiscutie/715694103186325504/shadow-of-shinra-au-mockumentary-session-im?source=share

Zack:*literally dancing his ass off at the dance machine*

Sephiroth: (⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■⁠).......

*Camera zooms behind Sephiroth*

Darling:*walk past the game arcade*

*10 minutes later*

Sephiroth:*turn around and saw Darling not far away from him*

Sephiroth: Wait,you are!!

Darling: Huh? Oh! Sephiroth, I didn't know you were here~ What a coincidence~

Sephiroth: You were here too?!!! I knew my sense weren't wrong!!!

*Meanwhile in a place upstairs*

Genesis:*holding binoculars* So she's the one he talked about, didn't catch her face though,her back is in my direction

Angeal: Should we be watching this?

Genesis: Yes,the camera crew should put light romantic music in this scene later on in the footage

*Back to Sephiroth and Darling*

Darling: You go here for day out on the weekend too?

Sephiroth: My friends kinda dragged me here, wait-!!! That's not important rn, I have a serious question to ask you!!!

Darling: Do tell, I'll see what I can answer you with

Sephiroth: What is your na-

Darling: Wait a minute!!! Is that a camera filming us??!!!

Sephiroth: What- *turn around* How did they-

Darling: I hate being filmed without permission!!!! Sorry but I'm leaving *walked away*

Sephiroth: No,wait-Darling!!!

*She immediately disappeared into the crowd of people walking in the mall*

Sephiroth:".............…."

Sephiroth:*immediately turned to look at the rolling camera* You imbeciles!!!! That was my chance to know her better!!!! CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE FOR ONE MINUTE!!!??

(technically no,cuz of views rate, Sephy)

Director and the camera crew: Oh shit!!!

*Meanwhile*

Zack: I finished dancing, I broke the world record and got a pretty sweet prize. What's on your guys' end?

Genesis: Sephiroth's chasing the camera crew, I think he might be pulling out his sword

Angeal:*immediately ran downstairs* SEPHIROTH NO!!!!

*Meanwhile at Darling's place*

Darling: After this, I wouldn't observe Sephiroth for a while and put the mission on hold while I do other missions

Darling: Have to make a call to Hojo

Darling: Hate being secretly filmed

Now you know why she didn't secretly film Sephiroth or anyone. Your reply to the previous part of this gave me an idea to make a continuous part 😊

-🌹

im so glad i love mockumentaries, reality tv rotted my brain as a kid so this is like second nature for me haha

*Behind the scenes*

Director: It's a good thing we had enough material to make that situation into a full episode. Through, we had to stop filming for a while afterwards because of an "accident" Sephiroth had with some of the crew members... We're hoping to get some new content out once we get new members of our production crew.

Genesis: Sephiroth went ballistic on them. I've never seen him like this... It was kinda funny, though.

Angeal: *Shaking his head* I told them the mall episode was a bad idea...

Zack: Yeah, I heard about Sephiroth's rampage, some rough stuff... But I've met some cute girls because of my awesome dance score.

Sephiroth was not available for any comment at the moment.

[lookismaddict]

Hello Cat, I really love all your writings and im very new to tumblr and honestly your rendezvous was the reason i made an account here💘. Also are you writing a goo fic?? If you are i really look forward to it because goo is my fav character and last i wanted to ask what arc was your fav so far and what arc do you look forward to the most in the upcoming chaps?

Omg no way, that’s so sweet!! 😭💞💞 I’m so happy that Rendezvous made you create an account. Now, we can interact! Welcome to Tumblr!!! 😊🖤🖤🖤 I still feel new here because it hasn’t been a year since I’ve joined too, but everybody is SUUUUPER nice here so I hope you enjoy your stay!!! 😩🙌🏽✨ And yes, I am! I’m writing a one shot for Goo hehehe I can’t wait to release it once I’m done writing it, along with the other works that I plan on dropping. 😫 Awww, there’s so many people who love Goo. Fav Blonde. 💛 I hope you guys enjoy it in the future. 😁 Hmmm… Idk. I have multiple favs. But the one that I like the most is the most recent arc, which is the one where Daniel, Zack, and Vasco come in to fight the Workers. I think I mentioned it in the previous Ask, which is called “The Hunt for Big Deal”.(And also, Gun swooped in to beat some ass too, including DG. THAT WAS EPIC.) Actually, not sure about what arc I look forward to in the chapters because there’s still so much information to unravel such as the rest of the Geniuses, the mystery behind Gun’s history and why he decided to join Charles Choi, the secret behind the two bodies, and Jake’s older brother. BUT, in the upcoming chapters, I’m looking forward to the arc when Jake meets his older brother. I wanna see what he looks like and learn more about the story of the Pre-Generation. Like what Jake’s mom said to him, it’s a story of the Pre-Generation. Now THAT’S SO SICK!! 🤩🤩🤩✨✨✨ And ty for the Ask, you’re so nice! I hope to interact with you more in the future. 🥺💗💗💗 Feel free to send questions, messages, and anything in the Ask Box. YOU CAN EVEN GO HAM WITH THE INBOX IF YOU WANT. I CAN TAKE IT!! 😤😤👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽 Overall, I hope you have a great day and I wish you the best in Tumblr! 😌💖

[zimithrus]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

I always get nervous about tagging people cause I always feel like I’ll bother them, but if I had to pick some people I’ll go ahead and tag @secluded-delusions @up-sideand-down @thatrandomartistyoufound and @kazeshxni​ I know it’s not 9 but still 😅 And no pressure to participate guys! Also thank you for the tags @prismaticpichu and @aerislei !!

Three Ships:

Cloud/Zack - FFVII: I remember when I first started shipping this about 10 or so odd years ago, even still have the first art I ever drew of the ship lol! But I’ve loved it for such a long time, there was just something about two best friends through thick and thin, with their cute little x arm handshake thing, Zack inviting Cloud to lunch (even though Cloud is currently suffering from motion sickness lmao bad timing there Zack XD) and that he cared for Cloud for like 4 fucking years in his comatose state, he never left him behind, literally died for him when he could have just abandoned him, but he didn’t. And of course in Advent Children when Zack shows up and asks if he needs a hand with Sephiroth, reminds him what he is. I love it so much 💚 It will always be my favorite ship of all time 💗

Zagreus/Thanatos - Hades: I love their dynamic. Like, they used to be close before Zagreus started his attempts to leave the underworld, but then when he started, a distance grew between them. And the first time you encounter him in the game you can tell there’s some animosity between them ‘no escaping from death?’ ‘I left when I had to’ ‘If you won’t say it then I will - goodbye Zagreus’ and then the more you encounter him and gift him ambrosia the closer you become again, mending that once broken trust and friendship, eventually ending up together. ‘I’m right here, aren’t I?’ I love it 🥰

Galo/Lio - Promare: Literally Happy goofy sunshine boy meets grumpy grump boy. Their relationship begins so rocky, as enemies; firefighter against burnish. And the more that time passes, Galo realizes the Burnish don’t burn for no reason, that they are humans just like them, and how could he not realize the truth of what’s happening. Eventually needing to work together to save the earth they call their home. Galo even bringing Lio back to life when he’s about to crumble to ash. I loved their dynamic a ton and how their personalities clashed before they found a way to get along and work together. It’s very good!

First Ship: Inuyasha and Kagome - Inuyasha. I started shipping these 2 when I was 11 after my brother get me into the series, starting with the Castle in the Looking Glass movie. Then I went and watched all the anime and read a ton of the manga books. It’s the earliest ship I can remember, and one of the first fanfics I ever wrote 😆

Last Song: Everglow by Starset (I really really love this band and I’ve been on a Starset kick for months now)

Last Movie: uhhh... shit I’m trying to remember the last movie I watched 😂 I think it was Free Guy

Currently Reading: I have not been reading much actually, aside from some fanfics which the last one I read was one of mine before bed 😂

Currently watching: Sonic Prime. Just started watching it last night and it has a very interesting premise! I love how Tails has 9 tails and goes by 9, I thought that was really cool ngl 😊

Currently consuming: Does Vicks Cough and Congestion medicine count? That’s the last thing I downed 😆 (Yeah, still sick as hell 👍)

Currently craving: Nothing in terms of food, I have 0 appetite 😭 I am craving no longer being sick and playing Crisis Core again! 😆 I’ve been ill since Wednesday like plzzz XD

[shadowredfeline]

Two in One Post

For my A-Pal’s on this day Post.

I had so much memories of Rayman! Back as a kid, the first Rayman game I ever own is Rayman 3 on my Xbox, Original Xbox. But since it didn’t work with my 360, thankfully I did ordered the HD version on the 360. But I do enjoy other Rayman games too. Like I do own the 1st one on PlayStation 1, and the best part is that if I don’t have a memory card, I can use a Password and remember it later if I want to continue the game. But kinda hard to get used to back then. Because video games that require a password to continue the game is really hard to get used to. But back in the DS was released, I was so glad they stopped doing that. Back onto the Rayman subject. Not only I own the first one, but I also owned Rayman Origins on my Wii, but doesn’t do online stuff, so I had to get used to having friends playing local Co-op with me. Same for Rayman Legends since I have it on my Switch. But it was cool Rayman also go other themes too. Especially with Uno since Ubisoft had to publish that title besides the Game shows that had to feature some of Ubisoft’s own style of Hosts since they didn’t want to Copy of what hosts look like in the show. And the last time I did something Rayman related, I drew Lisa’s two characters D.W. (Dora Wagster) and Joey discussing that Rayman wasn’t here to Date her. And I even drew Lisa doing a Rayman 1 pose back in 2018. But I’m sure Riya or Raygal will be pleased to tag along with Lisa. Even since Rayman came back to tag along with Mario during the Rabbids taking over his World. Which it was bizarre to see the Rabbids giving Rayman a rest and having to tackle Mario’s world instead. But I’ve seen Mario crossover with other franchises before like Sonic when they both played in the Olympic Games, and Dragon Quest when they want to do a board game called Fortune Street, and even had Pac-Man and Tamagotchi race with him in his Arcade games of Mario Kart which I missed the most.

And for my P-Pal’s new character

Looks really cool he made his new OC, Aace. Which it was nice for Miya to have another cousin besides the Speedsters. But if he discusses family differences, it might be like how I have cousins from a different family. Like with my mom who has her brother and sisters when they had kids. And they’re now all grown up and starting their own family. But with Aace, his outfits look just like what Jason and Mikie wore. Especially his pajamas and Autumn/winter clothes looks new. But I’m sure he might get use with the Ramcats. Even for Lisa, Tory and the Kids.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Hello there, Aace. I’m Shadow Ramcat and this my sister, Tory, my brother Caleb, this my Wife, Lisa, and these are our kids, Lighting, Speedy, Zack and Penny.

Tory 😺🩰: And this is my Daughter, Julie.

Kids: Nice to meet you, Aace. 😊

[debbiechanclub]

So here there are my Nellie x LIJ headcanons

Even though Hiromu is two years older than her Nellie actually enjoy to see his childish antics on the ring and outside of it

Sometimes she like to go out with Bushi to get their nails done and to bond over the facts that they are the most sane people in their faction

I think that at first she was really intimidated by Shingo but when she realises that he’s just a really loud dude that likes dragons to the point to make it his intere gimmick she find that funny and less intimidating

At first she didn’t understand why Naito was the leader of this faction but after she saw how he managed to get himself and his faction mate to the top she understood why Rush trusted Naito in to creating LIJ

She couldn’t believe that the Tsuji that joined LIJ was the same Tsuji that she knew as a young lion. I actually think that he had for a little a Crush on her, being star strucked by her confidence

The only one that I don’t really have an headcanon for is TITAN but one thing that I’m sure of is that he would teach her some lucha libre manoeuvre

Too Sweet

MEG🌼

I just want you to know that I've been looking forward to receiving this all day 😊

But oh my gooood okay no joke, I've actually imagined Nellie being lowkey besties with Hiromu and it makes Naito... jealous isn't the right word, but he's definitely like, "Why do you like Hiromu more than me." Like he just doesn't understand 😂 And I've also definitely imagined that back when Nellie was with Zack in Suzuki-gun and they had some important match against LIJ, Naito brought out one of Nellie's sexy Stardom photobooks for her to sign and she's like 😑

Bushi's HC LOL, but you're right, they are the most sane ones now that I think about it 💀 And she def would have been intimidated by Shingo at first, but I think she would realize he's not actually that scary pretty quick.

Not Tsuji having a little crush as a Young Lion 🤭 I could see it, especially since Nellie probably wouldn't terrorize the ringside people like the rest of Suzuki-gun

As for TITAN, he could try to teach Nellie some moves but she's not a high-flyer or very acrobatic so she'd probably make a fool of herself 😂

[kxmikomrade]

hellooo! Not many people ever write for the promised neverland fandom especially the manga so may I request a Oliver x reader (any gender)? Just general relationship headcanons please, if you could then maybe how he or the reader confessed. I hope that it's not too much 😅 Feel free to decline though and take care Kim! 😊💞

✧˖࿐ Oliver Relationship hcs

Order: Caffe Latte, Medium serving ham sandwich Genre: Fluff with a grain of angst Gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P (your pronouns) Type: Headcanons Requested! by: Anon! Warnings/Genre: !MAJOR-ish TPN MANGA SPOILERS! mentions of d3ath i think, probably some swearing and dats it just pure FLUFF Waiter's Notes: Hello traveler! ^^ please take care of yourself aswell, i hope this order will give you energy! Authors Notes: I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW DIS REQ, also I haven't designed my materlist/req page for TPN since I keep on forgetting. I haven't read the manga in like 11 months? so he might be ooc. And i think when u said 'demon world' u meant the human world, if not, i could start all over again, no problemo. BUT ANYWAYS ENJOY! :dd

•HE'S BF MATERIAL

•Husband material too 😳

•Ur hella lucky to have his heart wrapped around your fingers

•You guys had feelings for eachother for awhile now (years actually)

•So when you guys arrived and settled in the human world, he took up all his courage and confessed to you

•In front of everyone 💀

•Gillian was so happy that she was screaming, crying- actually no, SOBBING her eyes off and clapping LOUD simultaneously.

•And you were really embarrassed and happy that he liked you back

•Gillian lowkey planning ur wedding already

•IF SHE HASNT ALREADY WHEN SHE FOUND OUT U BOTH LIKE EACHOTHER THAT IS

•When u got together, u guys are so cute istg

•Lucas crying from heaven and Yuugo patting his back

•Literally what every couple dreams to be

•ZACK TEASES YOU TWO SO MUCH

•GILLIAN TOO

•AND SOMETIMES U THREE GANG UP ON OLIVER

•poor oliver

•Since your flirty, oliver's face is often the same color of his hair streak

•Though most of ur pickup lines r bad, it still makes him flustered

•''I thought happiness starts with an 'H'?'' ''?? it is?'' ''Then why does mine start with u?''

•THOUGHHHH, when he starts getting used to them, he MIGHT comeback at u

•''Are you a camera? bcs when i look at u, i smile'' ''Good, your smile makes the sun jobless''

•I think he needs to work on some of his comeback lines

•His hugs r so warm, he's a human heater but BRO. his hands r SO COLD

•Big spoon, but i feel like he would be more of a switch bcs he also likes being held

•plus points for u bcs u get to play with his fluffy hair

•head kisses bro.

•it doesnt matter if ur taller than him, ur getting head kisses no matter what

•Also, i feel like u guys would adopt a cat together

•and name it Luca bcs :')

•SPEAKING OF LUCAS- hes so proud of u guys that he cries bcs of it also yuugo but hes too shy to admit it

•U guys visit their graves (made in the human world) every week or two and u have a moment of silence

•just talking to them in your minds bcs u know they can hear u

•its a comforting silence between u both bcs u know Olivers there and Oliver knows youre here

•OKAY ENOUGH OF THE SAD STUFF

•U call him so many nicknames but mostly alongside 'Ollie'

•He's basic and just sticks to ones like 'Love', 'Sweetheart', 'babe'

•bro im 100% sure his food is MMMM

•Like Gillian's jelly bcs u get to eat Ollie's food everyday

•He's the ultimate malewife but he can also be ur husband 😉

•wedding? yes.

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THATS IT LMAO RAN OUT OF IDEAS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG