#and if that isn’t one of the most beautiful and inspiring messages ever then I don’t know what is

[mylastmoleculeofserotonin]

I love how Kipo never really changed throughout the show. At the end she is just as upbeat and optimistic as she was in the beginning. There’s no unnecessary character growth because her love and confidence in herself is so strong it forces the people around her to grow and change instead, and honestly, I need more stories like that because, yeah, characters forging an identity for themselves through the trials and tribulations they face are cool, but not as cool as Kipo changing hearts and minds just by existing. Kipo is basically the stock kid’s show protagonist cranked up to 11, and by letting her embrace that not having her change, the show not only avoids the childhood=bad/adulthood=good messaging that a lot of kids shows and coming of age stories unintentionally contain, but completely reverses it by saying that the reason Kipo was able to save and change the world was because she was a kid. None of the adults could have ever done what Kipo did because they had already accepted that that’s how the world works.

[fatgirlonadate-blog]

21 Days - Day 4

Life as an undercover fake wife isn’t exactly exciting, as it turns out. You’ve only been here for four days, and you’re already starting to feel restless. Xavier has spent most of the day setting up surveillance around the apartment, while you’ve been busy cleaning up the small piles of mess he leaves in his wake. Tech gadgets aren’t really your thing, but the telescope he set up on the balcony off your bedroom is intriguing. The thought of him out there, spying on people like a nosy old woman, is somehow much cuter than it should be.

Living with him is both like and unlike what you expected. He’s still the same quiet, sweet, and thoughtful person he’s always been, but you’d imagined the two of you would spend more time together. Instead, Xavier is always busy with one thing or another. You’re not exactly sure what he’s doing—after all, it’s just the two of you in this tiny apartment—but somehow, he always seems to be in a different room. Aside from sharing a haphazard meal and a bit of playful bickering about the ideal apartment temperature, you’ve barely spoken to him today.

You’ve been out on the balcony for a while, watching the sun dip below the horizon as the evening chill settles in. The last light of day lingers, painting the sky with deep shades of yellow and orange that gradually melt into a delicate blue. It’s the kind of sunset that holds you in place, almost hypnotic in its beauty, and it makes you think of Rafayel. He’d love this—he’s always had an eye for moments like these, where nature seems to put on a show just for the few who take the time to watch. You linger a moment longer, breathing in the crisp air and letting the colors wash over you before snapping a quick picture to send to him. 

After slipping out of your t-shirt and jeans, you reach for your favorite cozy pajamas, a soft, well-worn purple set that’s just perfect for a cool evening like this. The fabric feels familiar and comforting as you pull it on, wrapping you in warmth. You glance over at the bed, which seems to be calling your name, promising a cocoon of softness and quiet. With a satisfied sigh, you pull back the covers, savoring the feel of the crisp sheets as you settle in, letting the day’s tension melt away. Snuggling deeper into the pillows, you grab your phone and open your text messages.

Miss Bodyguard: How's my favorite artist doing? I saw this and thought of you. Could be inspiration for a new painting?

Fishie: so you are alive

Fishie: its been like 800 years

Fishie: when are you coming back

Fishie: Reddie misses you and has been refusing to eat

Fishie: he dun like it when youre gone

A smile spreads across your face as a stream of incoming texts lights up your screen, each one making you miss him more. You shift, settling deeper into the pillows on what you now think of as your side of the bed. It strikes you as odd to have a side at all, something you’ve never really given much thought to before. But here you are, and it’s official now—Xavier claimed the side closest to the door on your first night together, and it’s been the same ever since.

Miss Bodyguard: Really? Reddie told you that?

Fishie: yes isnt it obvious

The next text brings a smile to your face—it’s a picture of Reddie floating in his bowl with a cartoonishly exaggerated sad face drawn onto the image, complete with stickers of oversized, dramatic tears. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the absurdity of it, but a laugh escapes you anyway, bubbling up unexpectedly.

You’re so absorbed in the conversation that you don’t even hear Xavier enter the room. It isn’t until you feel the bed shift under his weight that you realize he’s there. Startled, you glance up just as he sits down beside you. He peeks over your shoulder, his curiosity evident as he studies the screen.

"What has you smiling like that?" Xavier asks, his voice close to your ear.

You quickly angle your phone away from his prying eyes, casting a playful, almost challenging glance over your shoulder. He’s close—so close that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, an undeniable presence at your side. His eyes narrow as you shield the phone from him, and the soft glow of the lamp on his bedside table makes his clenched jaw look even sharper. 

"Nothing," You reply quickly. "I'm just catching up with a friend."

Xavier hums thoughtfully and leans closer, "Which friend? Tara? What is she saying that's so funny?"

"No, not Tara...Rafayel. I think I've mentioned him before. The artist," you explain, unsure if you've ever actually told Xavier about Raf before. "And nothing really. He's just being his usual dumb self."

"Dumb, huh?" Xavier echoes in a colder voice, "He must be very dumb if you're smiling and giggling like that."

"He is. Very dumb. And you're very nosy."

"I am not. I'm just curious." Xavier argues.

"About Raf?"

"About you." He corrects.

You nod, acknowledging him with a small smile before turning back to your phone, ready to continue texting. But you’re fully aware he’s doing that thing again—the one where he pretends to be curious and indifferent, even though there’s an edge of jealousy just beneath the surface. It’s a confusing mix of emotions, but you’ve seen it enough times to recognize it now. You know you probably shouldn’t tease him about it, but it’s hard to resist; he’s adorable when he gets pouty and sulky, his aloof demeanor slipping just enough to reveal a hint of something real. It’s a strange blend of endearing and challenging, making you want to poke the bear even more, just to see how he’ll react.

Xavier casually shifts his body to lie down beside you, stretching out his legs on the bed with an effortless ease. He props his head on one hand, his gaze fixed intently on your fingers as you type out another message.

Fishie: even his scales are starting to get dull

Miss Bodyguard: I don't know. Little guy still looks pretty red to me.

Fishie: cadmium red is the color of sadness

Fishie: its a fish fact

Warmth blooms in your chest, and you stifle a laugh at his response. It’s a rare moment, almost like a confession, and you realize this is as close as Rafayel will ever come to admitting he’s the one who misses you.

You sneak a glance at Xavier, who is pointedly ignoring you by staring up at the ceiling. His brows are furrowed in concentration, and a small pout forms on his lips, giving him an adorably petulant look. He looks like a puppy who is being ignored.

Miss Bodyguard: That's a real fish fact?

Fishie: yes a very important one

Fishie: i was gonna tell you earlier

Fishie: but i didnt wanna interrupt your honeymoon

Fishie: hows your fake husband doing

The last text catches you by surprise. Rafayel has never asked about any of the other hunters before, and has never seemed particularly interested in getting to know your friends. He isn't exactly a people person. 

Miss Bodyguard: Fake husband is fine. Getting ready for bed.

Fishie: oh so youre sleeping with him now

Fishie: moving a little fast dontcha think

A snort escapes your nose before you can stop it, the sound surprising you with its suddenness. There's no way to play it off or hide the embarrassment that washes over you, and heat instantly rushes to your cheeks, tinting them a light pink. You can feel Xavier's questioning gaze on your profile, even without turning to look at him.

"Do you like him?" Xavier asks abruptly.

You meet his gaze, surprised by the directness of his question. "Who? Raf?"

Xavier nods, watching you closely.

"Of course I like Raf. He's impossible not to like," you bait him. "It's a long story, but I was kind of his body guard. Now we're friends."

Xavier's expression darkens and a small frown pulls at the corner of his lips. "Do you wish you were more?"

"More?" You repeat slowly, pretending to be confused, "Like best friends?"

Xavier is silent for a long moment. His eyes flick from the phone grasped in your hand and then back to your face. "Do you have feelings for him?"

The tension between you is growing thicker by the second, and a small wave of uneasiness courses through you. You’ve teased him like this before about coworkers and strangers, but this moment feels different—more significant, more real. The truth is, you do have genuine feelings for Rafayel, and the thought that it might be obvious sends a flutter of anxiety through your chest.

"Not really," You reply evasively, trying to squirm out of the predicament you've gotten yourself into. "I told you, we're just friends."

Xavier studies your face for a moment, then turns his gaze back to the ceiling. His voice is tight as he says, "You seem very happy when you talk to him. He makes you laugh."

"Rafayel is funny," You defend, fidgeting with the phone in your hands. "He's my friend, of course he's going to make me laugh. What is wrong with that?"

"Nothing is wrong with that," Xavier agrees, but his eyes hold a storm in their depths. 

Silence stretches between you, filling the dimly lit room with an electric tension. Your phone has become nothing more than a weight in your hand, the conversation with Rafayel fading from your mind as you become acutely aware of Xavier’s presence. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the way he’s looking at you now, his gaze intense and unwavering. He studies you as if you’re the only thing in the world, a complex puzzle that he’s determined to solve. 

You open your mouth to break the silence, but before you can utter a word, Xavier shifts closer, closing the distance between you. In one smooth motion, he reaches out and snatches the phone from your hand. Without a word, he tosses it onto his bedside table. It lands with a soft thud.

Your mouth drops open in a mix of surprise and annoyance. “Hey! That’s mine!” you protest, your voice a blend of indignation and disbelief. 

Despite the instinct to climb over him and snatch your phone back, you remain rooted in place, caught off guard by the sudden boldness of his action. 

Xavier deliberately ignores your protest, leaning over to turn off the lamp beside him with a casual flick of his wrist. The soft glow is extinguished, and the room is instantly plunged into darkness.

"It's getting late, Mrs. Shen. You can talk to your comedian in the morning," Xavier says coolly.

You huff in exasperation and turn away, facing the opposite direction on your side of the bed. It’s not like you to back down so easily; you’re not usually a pushover. But something about his tone drains the fight out of you.

"Fine,” you mutter, annoyed but clearly giving in.

Xavier pulls the blankets over both of you and settles down with his back to you. You close your eyes, trying to coax sleep to come, but it eludes you. Restlessness takes hold as you toss and turn, your mind replaying the earlier conversation that hadn’t gone at all as you’d hoped. You had wanted to bait him into doing... something, though you’re not entirely sure what that “something” was. But it was definitely not this.

Xavier's soft, even breathing is the only sound in the room, a gentle rhythm that fills the silence. Though he’s at least two feet away, you can still feel the warmth radiating from his body, trapped beneath the shared comforter. After a while, you sense the mattress shift as he turns, settling onto his back. The slight movement draws your attention.

"You're not asleep?" you whisper in surprise. Xavier has never struggled to sleep in the time you've known him.

"No," he replies simply, his voice low and steady.

You sigh and roll onto your other side to face him. The room is dark, but you can just make out the contours of his body and the angles of his face.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks, turning his head to look at you. The hard edge that had marked his voice earlier has softened, easing the tension in your shoulders and making you feel a little lighter.

“Obviously not.”

"Have you tried closing your eyes?" he suggests wryly.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Mr. Shen," you reply sarcastically.

Xavier laughs quietly, and whispers, "See? I'm funny, too."

His laugh is soft and sweet, a sound that’s utterly contagious. Despite the tension lingering between you, you feel a smile creeping onto your face. You can’t stay annoyed with him. It’s one of the things you love most about him - he always seems to be able to make things better.

"I never said you weren't," you agree.

Xavier hums softly in response and shifts closer, closing the distance between you. He drapes an arm over your waist, pulling you gently against his side until your head rests on his chest. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heart and feel the rise and fall of each of his breaths. It easily banishes any remaining tension.

“Do you want me to help you fall asleep?” Xavier murmurs softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the darkness. 

He brushes his lips against the top of your head, and his hand slides from your waist to slightly stroke your back through the thin fabric of your pajama shirt. 

"Oh? Do you have a secret trick?" You ask, more awake than ever now that he's pressed against you.

Xavier's fingers move in a gentle pattern up and down your spine, "No, but I can tell you a bedtime story."

“A story?” you echo with a laugh, unable to hide your amusement. “I’m not a kid anymore, Xav.”

“You don’t like stories?” He asks, and his fingers pause on the side of your neck. “I thought everyone liked hearing a story before bed. You don’t want to hear it?”

“No!” You quickly correct, not wanting this moment to be over. “I do, go on. Let’s hear it.”

“Alright,” he says, and you feel his smile as he nuzzles against your hair. “Let me think.”

His hand glides from the base of your neck down to the small of your back, each gentle stroke sending warmth through you. Every time his fingers brush against the hem of your shirt, your heart races a little faster, a flutter of anticipation coursing through you.

"Once upon a time," Xavier begins, his voice low and soft, barely above a whisper. "There was a prince who was tasked with saving his kingdom. All hope seemed lost until he met a girl at school -"

"Did they fall in love?" You whisper, unable to stop yourself from interrupting.

Xavier huffs out a quiet laugh that rustles against your hair, and he shushes you, "Be a good girl and close your eyes."

A pout tugs at your lips, but you close your eyes as instructed, even though sleep is the furthest thing from your mind. You're acutely aware of his every move: the gentle brush of his fingertips against the bare skin of your neck, just above the collar of your shirt, and the reassuring rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. He resumes stroking your back, his warm breath grazing the top of your head as he speaks, each word wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

"The prince and the girl became friends and sparring partners. She was-"

"Was she pretty?" You interrupt him again.

"Be patient," he admonishes gently and continues, "She was very pretty, and she was the only person he had met in years who was able to beat him in a fight. He wasn't sure why, but he was drawn to her. He found himself watching her more than usual and trying to get to know her."

Despite the thrill of his fingers trailing lightly along the back of your neck, you feel yourself sinking deeper into sleep. The warmth of his body and the soothing cadence of his voice are a powerful combination. It isn’t long before your breathing deepens, and the words he’s saying start to blur together, becoming a gentle hum in the background. You begin to drift in and out of consciousness, catching only fragments of his story.

"...she was a special girl with an even more special heart..."

You slowly blink and try to listen to his words, but it's a struggle to keep your eyes open and your mind alert.

"...she had a heart so bright and powerful that it could save the prince's entire kingdom..."

Your eyelids are heavy and the pull of sleep is becoming impossible to resist. His words are soothing even though you are no longer listening. All of your remaining focus is devoted to the feel of his hand sliding down your side and the warmth of his chest against your cheek.

"...and the prince didn't know what to do..."

The feel of him so close to you, his smell, his voice, the sound of his heart beating - it's a lullaby that lulls you to sleep.

"...No matter how many times it took, no matter where she went...he'd find her."

[nxtt2-u]

roses

everything red is a cold reminder of what felix once had.

content info — ex!lee felix + fem!reader, 0.9k words, breakup aftermath, angst, felix’s pov

content warnings — swearing

notes — inspired by jaehyun’s roses. ik this is short & not that good but i got a random burst of motivation and birthed this so… yeah :-)

It’s been four months since you broke up with Felix.

Felix knows it’s better for the both of you — he truly does. That knowledge still doesn’t it make it sting any less when he occasionally discovers an old item that belongs to you around the dorm he shares with Seungmin.

The most recent thing he found was one of your lipsticks. Red, just like the roses he used to surprise you with on every anniversary the two of you could share around his hectic schedule as an idol.

Red, just like the heels you would ogle online late in the night while Felix watched TV beside you in your bed. He contemplated buying them for you more than once, but every time it was brought up you’d quickly brush it off, claiming you’d have nowhere to wear them to. He regrets it — your beauty would’ve put the deep gorgeous shade of red to shame.

Fuck. Another reminder of red, just like the hearts you would send when you curiously texted him at the end of the day, sweetly asking about his day and what he ate.

He grits his teeth at the reminder he no longer receives those texts. His phone is unbearably dry, if his member’s messages and the occasional texts from family don’t count.

Sometimes, when he gets too desperate at night, he scrolls back through his chat log with you and has to bite his fist to hold back the tears that threaten to overflow. Heartbreak is genuinely one of the worst feelings he’s ever experienced.

Felix shakes his head to rid himself of the thought and stares out the window of his apartment with a sigh. It’s for the better, he reminds himself. In the end, he couldn’t provide you with the proper affection and time you deserved.

Deep down, Felix is happy you were strong enough to put an end to the relationship, purely because he himself never would’ve been able to let you go despite the suffering that increasingly began to build up as the relationship progressed.

Fuck. He can’t stop thinking about it. With an exasperated groan, Felix falls back onto his bed and runs a hand through his blonde hair. He toys with the ends for a minute, contemplating on what color he should do next. Maybe black again?

His heart sinks when his brain immediately jumps to a memory of you from six months ago. You were propped against the headboard of your bed with Felix’s head in your lap. His hair was much shorter at the time, but you ran your hands and twined the dark strands together with a content hum regardless of the length.

“Black looks so good on you,” you had sighed as your fingers gently began to massage his scalp. His eyes had slipped close in bliss, but now he regrets that entirely. That could’ve been a perfect moment to stare up and take in the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the shape of your eyes. But, like an idiot, he fucking wasted it.

Dragging himself out of the depressed haze that is his mind once more, Felix digs the heels of his palms into his eyes until his sight fills with static. He needs to move on, but it’s like you’ve strung his heart around a leash that he can’t rip off no matter how hard he tries. Why, why, why?

He sits up and eyes his phone that rests undisturbed on the nightstand near his bed. He knows it’s a bad idea. He shouldn’t. Absolutely, one hundred percent, should not look at your Instagram profile to see how your life is without him.

Three minutes later, Felix wants to scream and rip his hair out as he swipes through your recent posts against his better judgment, seeing you happy and glowing with a man who isn’t him. He manages to scroll down to find three similar posts, one being a picture of you holding a bouquet of roses, before he clicks off the device, gingerly places it back where it was, and curls up in a ball atop his comforter to let out a broken sob.

He misses you so fucking badly that everything internal aches beyond words. It kills him to know that someone else is out there buying you roses and sharing every anniversary with you, not just the ones Felix could manage to physically attend.

He hates how time-consuming his job is. He doesn’t know how long he lays there and loses himself to a mental spiral, bawling his eyes out, until he blearily hears the jingle of keys and click of a door, indicating Seungmin is home. When said man knocks once a moment later before letting himself into the room, it’s with a sympathetic wince full of pity.

Felix sniffles and tries to take a deep breath through his hyperventilating as Seungmin carefully trods over. He lets Seungmin wordlessly coax him into sitting, lets him draw him into a gentle hug, lets him allow Felix to bury his face into his shoulder. He only cries harder at the warm embrace, smearing snot on the sleeve of his roommate’s jacket. Seungmin doesn’t comment on it, though, and continues to rub soothing circles on his back in silence.

They both know Felix will manage to pull the thorns out of his heart eventually.

[omgpoindexter]

more nurseydex fics!!!

i’ve been doing my duty properly and reading some different nurseydex fics on ao3 lately 🫡 i tried to find some that are more recent, however i inevitably found some that are older but slipped through the cracks for me.

here are some of the ones i came across that you need to read! i might make this a thing again if anyone is interested, im sure y’all have been much more on the ball with reading nurseydex fics than i have over the years but i do love reccing <3

suddenly this summer it’s clear by @dessertwaffles

The summer before senior year, Nursey and Dex become closer than ever.

Or, Nursey and Dex's developing relationship, as told through their text messages.

i was absolutely grinning the entire way through this. it’s a texting fic, with images rather than plain text (so clever!) but their personalities are so strong and their interactions are just perfect! and you know i love a texting fic

getting used to letting go by @jennybeantime

Dex was supposed to have a fancy job in some city upon graduation, but his plans changed once his uncle died and left the family home in Maine to him. Without immediate obligations of their own, Nursey, Chowder and Farmer follow Dex up there to help him clear it out and clean it up.

this fic is BEAUTIFUL. if you haven’t read it then please do yourself a favour and do it now. it captures certain feelings and emotions so effortlessly and i felt like i was in a little maine bubble living this story with them. i can’t believe i missed this one before, please please read!!

got the feeling you’re the right thing after all by @bisexualnursey

Two and a half years after he breaks up with Dex to go to grad school across the country, Nursey runs into him again when he visits New York for the holidays. What starts as them just rekindling their friendship quickly turns into a whole other thing: a 100% no-strings-attached friends with benefits arrangement while they’re in the same city.

Which is totally chill because Nursey is definitely over Dex. He swears. He’s going back to California soon anyway.

i seriously CANNOT BELIEVE i never read this before but i think i was in my inactive era when this was posted. it’s just so perfect!!! all the feelings and interactions with not only dex and nursey but all the other characters, friends and family, they all felt so real and i loved them so much. i’ll be rereading this a LOT! you should too!!

here i am (leaving you clues) by @averteddeyes

Will loves Nursey. Nursey loves Will. Will isn’t really quite sure how to deal with it.

(Alternatively: Will learns acceptance through poetry, hesitant communication, and brightly colored sticky notes.)

this is really gorgeously written. angst warning, because ouch!!! also poetry as a love language, like a really good selection of poetry, i really enjoyed it and how it weaves into the story. and the bittydex friendship is so important to me!!!

volta by @plusoultres

volta (n.) a turning point or point of change in a poem, most commonly a sonnet.

Or, five times a poem doesn’t reach its intended recipient, and one time it does; five drafts, and one work completed; five turning points, and one ending.

the second fic was inspired by this one, and thank goodness it was because this one totally slipped through the cracks and i’m so glad i read it. their banter is just brilliant and i love the variation in medium, and the poetry is beautiful! i could quote lines from this but im not going to. just. read it

things got weird (when we made out) by @andtimestoodstill

Nursey is being stupid about this. He knows he’s being stupid.

super fun and really cute, i love it when these two are just being idiots. great inclusion of the other teammates too. read it for this line alone: “[You’re doing] That thing where you forget to look like you hate Dex and just stare at him like some Victorian lady who just saw a hot dude for the first time.” because it made me laugh out loud

things that go bump in the night by @smashthatlikebitty

The first time it happens, Dex rolls over and flings so many obscenities in Nursey’s direction that even his Grandmother would have to sit down — and she cursed so much at Dex’s cousin’s wedding that the whole family has been banned from that church ever since.

Nursey just stills in the dark, one shoe off. A languid, infuriating presence. “Chill, man.”

essentially all the times nursey’s clumsy ass wakes dex up in the night. oh how i love pretending these two roomied their way into a relationship! this is so cute, smiled all the way through

some things take two people to build by @cricketnationrise

“You are the single most dramatic person I have ever met,” Dex mutters, trying valiantly to hide his grin.

Or, 5 times Dex wishes their relationship was real +1 time he doesn't have to

this was so fun, yet again i love them being idiots!!! these two in new york city is so important to me. and i for one would LOVE to read the work party 5+1 fic. just saying

[pure-ablution]

Hi kitty, I need a bit of guidance and I thought here would be the right place to start gathering information. So I’m 18 and I’m thinking about starting to date. I’ve never thought about it before because I was very absorbed by my studies. As a young girl i got a lot of conflicting messages: I know what men like and want and I do embody a decent part of that but I don’t necessarily bring it out every day ( the dresses, softness and general gentleness). I know that if I grow my hair longer I may be more attractive and whilst I don’t really care about the length of my hair and this wouldn’t mind spending some extra time doing research to alter it, I just don’t know if it’s the clever thing to do.

Should I, as some say “come as I am” and look for someone who likes me as such. Or it it okay to smell a bit sweeter, smile a bit wider and lean into the more romantic and warm aspects of myself in order to attract. Is it manipulative ? And is it so wrong for one to put oneself in a specific position to so to say “attract” the desired outcome? (Especially if the said outcome is to be loved and cherished). I’m so confused and while I have my own vague thoughts and opinions outlined on the matter, I’d like to get a second opinion. Thank you 😊

It sounds to me as though you need to spend a little time with your own thoughts, away from all the conflicting messages and differences of opinion, and slowly figure out what it is you want for yourself. Starting to date for the very first time is a significant milestone in anyone’s life, and I think that it’s an experience to be taken slowly, and savoured. Before you start thinking about dating, you need to be sure of yourself, your intentions and aims, and, as cliché as it might sound, love yourself first and foremost.

My blog talks about a specific sort of femininity, because it’s what has worked for me, personally, and it’s what I lean into, but it’s by no means the only sort out there. Men are as widely varied a breed as any other, and whilst some might appreciate long hair and a gentle nature, others really do go wild for a fun bob and outrageous personality. Every man I’ve ever known, romantically or otherwise, has had different tastes and types, and I really do mean that: I’ve been told in no uncertain terms by all kinds that I’m too plain, too thin, too girlish, not blonde enough, not dark enough, not sexy enough, and the list could go on. My best friend, Joy, is a high-powered career woman in every sense, six feet tall and broad as a barn door—she dresses in leathers and cuts her hair short, and her man thinks that she’s the absolute bee’s knees. I would hate for you to think that you have to look a certain way to attract a boy, because it’s really, honestly just not true. I’m all for a planned and calculated revamp, don’t get me wrong, but only ever to make the best of what you’ve already been given, not to turn yourself into something you’re naturally not.

Making the best of yourself, whatever form that takes, is not manipulative in the slightest. It’s doing yourself proud, and cherishing what God, nature, or the universe (whatever your persuasion) gave you, way back when. A man loves to see a woman who takes care of herself with respect, dignity, and love for her own features. It’s immensely attractive. This might be a controversial sticking point in some circles, but I really do believe that not taking care of oneself isn’t a pious display of modesty, but rather a disrespect for God’s most cherished creation. You deserve to be and feel beautiful, to be loved and cherished by yourself and those around you, and that often starts with taking a pride in your appearance, and working out what looks, approaches, and mannerisms will help you to embrace your natural character to its greatest extent. A man will love you for who you are, I can promise you that, but he’ll love to see you taking care of yourself and making the best of things even more. Respect and love for oneself inspires and instills respect and love from others.

You’re 18, and your life really is just starting. You don’t need to trouble yourself with whatever the cleverest or most strategic thing to do might be—you need to have fun, and follow what feels right. Give yourself time, go on a few dates and get to know what you like and what you don’t, think it through, and please, don’t throw yourself headlong into the deep end just yet. There’s time for everything.

[sisterandscripture]

A One Way Road 🛣️

Hiii brothers and sisters!! It’s mee, Elle, your sister in Christ 🎀🎀

This blog was made with the intention of bringing myself and hopefully drag other people along with me (hehe) closer to God 😋

For today’s post, let me spill the teaaaa on our one truth, one purpose, and one path to God !! 🫖

The tea’s piping hot 🔥 so sit back, relax, and worship Him 🙏

📜Bible Verses of The Day

Jesus answered, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

- John 14:6 NIV

I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you

- Psalm 119:11 NIV

“13: You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. 14: You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.

- Matthew 5:13 - 14 NIV

“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”

- Matthew 5:16 NIV

💌Something’s in Your Inbox!

One Truth:

Our world now is vast and ever-changing. People nowadays are rapidly gaining numerous different beliefs and ideas— some of which do not glorify God and His word.

Jesus stated that He is the way, the truth, and the life. It is important that as Christians and followers of Christ, we have a deep understanding of this message.

As the world delves into different ways of thinking, we must remain steadfast in our faith.

There is one truth, and one truth alone. Anything other than what is written in scripture are false teachings.

As Christians, we should teach ourselves to be aware of these “new truths” and believe only in God’s truth. We have to be vigilant when listening to others and remain deeply rooted in the one truth He has taught us.

Believing in God’s truth alone isn’t always the easiest thing, but it is something He calls us to do.

And when He calls us, we must listen.

One Purpose:

As disciples of Jesus Christ, He has called us to be the salt and the light of this world.

My interpretation of this is that we must lead others to God through our actions.

My mom explained to me earlier today that salt is used as a preservative, so in the same way, being the salt of this world means Christians must preserve the values and practices that Jesus taught us.

As the light of this world, we have to act in a way that shows others we are people of God— that shows others we try to be righteous like Him.

That is one purpose we share as Christians, to be the salt and the light of this world, to be different from the people who are worldly, to preserve Jesus’ teachings and to reflect His light, to worship and honor Him alone.

This calling that God has given us is our one purpose in life.

One Path to God:

The Bible is a guide, much like a map. It tells us what to do and holds words of wisdom from many inspirational figures— even Jesus himself.

We often take the Bible for granted, and sometimes reading it is just a chore to us.

We tend to forget that it’s actually a really cool book that consists of the most epic adventures, beautiful stories, and breathtaking miracles.

And of course, in scripture, the truth and purpose given to us by God can be found.

The Bible has the truth, the purpose of His followers, and all the answers to our queries and fears. It’s a gift from God, and…

The one path that leads us closer to Him.

Hey, I hear ringing !! 🥰🥰

📞God’s on the Line!

Hiii bestie, time to pray and talk to God! He loves hangin’ out with you, and wants to be your bestie for life. Prayer is how we can communicate with Him, so it’s important to do it as often as we can 🥹

Dear God,

Thank You for the gift of scripture that teaches us about Your one and only truth. Thank you for Your teachings, Your miracles, Your wisdom, and Your stories. Thank you for challenging us to answer Your call of being the salt and light of this world. I pray that You guide me and let Your light shine upon me.

In Jesus’ Name,

Amen!! ✨

(you may continue this prayer on your own ^^ pray about anything and everything, God just wants to listen, and we love a good listener)

That’s all for today’s bloggg!! I love ya, but Jesus loves ya more 💕

[comfortabletogether]

Yuri with s/o that gives him a lot of presents like in the picture? I thought it would be very cute >\\\<

thank you for the request!!! It was definitely not very awkward to ask my cousin who I have not seen or talked to in years about pet names and names of constellations in Russian!! Anyways I am not good at Russian (much to the dismay of my family) so some of the words might be a little off and I apologize for that.

This prompt was really cute tbh, I decided to make it as if the reader was sick because I need comfort. God, i need to write more for Yuri I swear 😭😭😭

WARNINGS: SICKNESS

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Heat seared from inside your body, the coughing had left your throat sore and the sneezing had left you with a hypersensitive nose. The aching had kept you awake, so it wasn’t like you could go to sleep and wake up alright. 

From a few inches away your phone buzzed and the screen had light up. Leaving it to be one of the only sources of light in your almost pitched black room. Which had made your headache worsen ever so slightly.

It was a text message from your ecstatic boyfriend Yuri, saying that he would be over in five minutes.

The second you had informed Yuri of your ailments he had immediately told you that he would be coming over without any objections. And not even five minutes later you heard the jingling of the door getting unlocked. Exactly how fast did Yuri speed to get here?

“моя Кассиопея! I have arrived!” Yuri called out in his thick Russian accent. And as you heard his footsteps you also heard something thud onto the ground, that caused a slight yelp from your boyfriend.

When Yuri had finally walked into your room, you couldn’t exactly see him as from his arms up to over his head there were boxes upon boxes of gifts. One was wrapped in red with golden ribbons and another was pink and a purplish ribbons. Needless to say, he had gone and done way too much yet again but it isn’t like you were about to complain.

“Yuri, you didn’t have to.” You’d insist as he placed the gifts down in front of your bed, then leaving the room to get the gift that he had dropped.

With a bright smile he placed it down into your lap.

“Of course I had to, Пчелка. You are the most astonishing, stunning, mind blowing, awe inspiring, thrilling, marvelous, flabbergasting, charming, delightful, beautiful, lovely, glamorous, bewitching, gorgeous exquisite, magnificent woman to have ever walked on the face of the planet. You deserve much more than this and when you get better I will take you out to go on a shopping spree, моя Андромеда.”

You felt the head run to your face at his words. “How do you know exactly what I need?”

[beneaththeskybeyondthestars]

The ✨Metaphysical Magic✨ of BTS 💜 방탄소년단

If you're like me and deeply inspired by BTS, then you know there's something truly mystical about their music and presence that goes beyond just being fans. Let’s dive a little into the rabbit hole and into this enchanting world together!

Symbols and Archetypes

First off, let’s talk about the incredible symbolism in BTS’s work. Their "Love Yourself" series is a perfect example. It's all about self-discovery, acceptance, and love – universal themes that we all relate to. These themes mirror the archetypal journeys we often explore in tarot, making their messages resonate deeply with us. Every lyric and visual tells a story that we can connect with, almost like looking at a tarot card and finding a piece of our own story within it.

Astrological Connections

The BTS members have shared their astrological signs with us, adding a whole new cosmic layer to their personalities. RM’s intellectual Virgo energy, Suga’s dreamy Pisces vibes, Jimin’s charming Libra balance, Jhope's Aquarian genius, Jin's Sagittarius wisdom, V's Capricorn earthiness, and Jungkook's Virgo perfectionism – it’s like each member brings a unique star quality that we can relate to on a spiritual level. Knowing their signs helps us connect with them in a more personal and mystical way, almost like they’re celestial guides on our journey. As a band that was born (debuted) on June 13th, BTS are collectively a Gemini, which explains their versatility, charm, humor, multi-hyphenated talent, and how they keep us laughing, delightfully guessing and always surprised with what they will do next, both independently and as a unit. Like the sign, they are energetic, impulsive, and often change their appearance, as well as being great communicators who share their feelings with us, making it easier for us to understand them. Gemini is also considered the teenager of the zodiac, and for us ARMY, they will truly be Young Forever!

Numerology and Destiny

Let's not forget numerology! The number seven is so important for BTS – it represents the seven members and is seen as a symbol of completeness and perfection in many spiritual traditions. Fans (including me!) love finding patterns in release dates, album titles, and significant events. It’s like following a cosmic breadcrumb trail that leads to deeper meanings and connections, making us feel like we’re part of a grand, destined plan.

Energy and Vibration

Have you ever felt the energy at a BTS concert? It’s pure magic! Their music isn’t just something you listen to; it’s something you feel. According to metaphysical principles, everything vibrates at a certain frequency. BTS’s songs, filled with messages of love, hope, and resilience, vibrate at a high frequency that resonates with our hearts. This energy can uplift and heal, creating a powerful experience for all of us.

Transformation and Healing

One of the most beautiful aspects of BTS’s influence is their ability to transform and heal. So many of us have found comfort and strength in their music during tough times. Although I first became aware of BTS in 2019 when I heard the song and saw the video for "Boy With Luv", it was 2020 when I became a true ARMY and without question, they helped me make it through that difficult period. It’s like having a cosmic friend who understands and supports you through their songs. This aligns perfectly with the metaphysical view of music as a form of therapy, reaching into our souls to provide healing and growth.

Collective Consciousness and Synchronicity

Lastly, let’s talk about the amazing BTS ARMY. We’re a perfect example of collective consciousness. Our synchronized activities, from streaming projects to charitable acts, show how connected we are. This unity creates a powerful force that enhances our individual and collective experiences, making us feel like we’re part of something much bigger.

So it is easy to see that the metaphysical aspects of BTS are real and true. Their music and presence go beyond entertainment; they touch our souls and connect us on a spiritual level. Whether through symbolism, astrology, numerology, or the energy they emit, BTS has created a legacy that transcends the physical world. It’s a journey of transformation, healing, and growth that we all share.

Thanks for joining me on this mystical exploration. Stay tuned for more cosmic insight and adventures and Beneath the Sky, Beyond the Stars Tarot. Keep shining and embracing the magic around you! Keep Loving Yourself and Speaking Yourself!

With love and light, I Purple You! 보라해

💜 Gabby 🌌💫

[afterdarkprincess]

tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

I'm back!! With fic!!!

I was inspired with prompts from @elementaldoughnut12 to write some filthy age difference Ambrolleigns goodness and this is it :)

AO3 Link Here

This fic is Explicit and Contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Pet names, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unrealistic Sex, Threesomes

enjoy!

tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

Seth isn’t sure how he ended up in this predicament, but he’s sure as hell not questioning it now.

He’d finished taping a backstage promo with his Shield brothers, each of them tripping over their words as they threaten the entire roster with their chaotic brand of justice. Dean and Roman peeled off pretty quickly to the locker room to get changed, both of them complaining loudly about being hungry and getting some food, but Seth stayed back a bit with the wardrobe department to double check on the measurements of his new pants.

As he finished his conversation, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how much his ass has grown in the last few months, he’s stopped by a PA he hasn’t seen before.

“Hey Seth, your partners wanted me to pass a message along- just that they went ahead and booked a hotel for you guys for the night and they’ll meet you there?” The woman smiled, handing him a note with an address, written in Dean’s familiar scrawl.

Odd, he thought. No reason why they couldn’t have texted him the hotel details, but Dean and Roman could be weirdos sometimes. They’ve been traveling together for just over 6 months, but Seth’s still getting used to being able to rely on them after being on his own for so long.

He gathered his gear from the locker room and headed out, putting the address in for the hotel into his rental’s GPS. It wasn’t far from the arena, and when he arrived things seemed a little off immediately.

This was a really nice hotel, like 5 stars, costs more money than any of them could afford nice. He put the car in park, looking at the note he’d discarded on the passenger seat to make sure he’d put the address in right, when he was startled by a knock on the car window.

Seth half expected to get told off for being here, some kid from nowhere, Iowa had no business being in a place like this, but he rolled down the window to a friendly valet.

“Mr. Rollins? We’ve been expecting you- Mr. Reigns instructed us to park your vehicle for you, you should be able to pick up your room key inside.”

Hearing himself addressed as ‘Mr. Rollins’ was weird enough, but he started to think he’s entered the twilight zone.

He grabbed his bags and handed the car key to the valet, the way he’d seen before in movies, before heading inside to what was arguably the most beautiful hotel lobby he’s ever seen.

As much as the WWE lifestyle seemed glamorous on the outside, most of the time the three of them shared 2 bed rooms at roadside motels, switching off who got the floor. Never had the three of them stayed anywhere this nice, with brilliant crystal chandeliers glittering in the ceiling.

Seth feels underdressed in his tight gym shorts and cut off t shirt, and he debated taking off his baseball hat as he approached the desk.

Again, he doesn’t even have to say a word before he’s addressed. “Ah Mr. Rollins, Welcome to the Aurelia! I have your key card here, you’ll be staying in one of our finest suites. This is Stephan, he’ll escort you to your room and can help with any bags.”

The beautiful woman behind the desk hands him a matte gold envelope containing a key card and he turns his head to find the bellhop standing uncomfortably close behind him.

“Oh I’m sure that’s not necessary, you can just point me where I need to go.” Seth already feels like a fish out of water, no need to subject this guy to his mouth gaping.

“If you’re sure sir, it’s Room 1550, take the elevator there and your room will be straight ahead” The bellhop backs off after gesturing to the large golden doors of the elevator, and Seth relaxed somewhat.

He took the elevator as directed, noticing that he’s been directed to the top floor of this crazy expensive hotel, and at that point his brain was on overdrive. Surely this is an elaborate prank Dean and Roman are playing on him and it’s about to blow up in his face.

The elevator chimed delicately signaling his stop, and he exited to find a small hallway with just 3 doors with intricate numbers reading 1525, 1550, and 1575.

Seth crossed the hallway in a few steps and cautiously held the key up to the door, almost certain it wouldn’t work for some reason, but the light turns green and the door opens.

“Dean? Roman?” He called, “What’s goin’ on? If this is a prank I’m gonna be so fucking pissed at you guys!”

Seth dropped his bag near the door, staring at the wide expanse of the suite, clearly a little too distracted because he’s pushed into the wall with zero warning.

“Been a long time since you called me by that name, sweetheart.” It’s a deep growl, both foreign and familiar at the same time.

He’s pinned, staring into the face of a bearded man, who can’t be-

“Dean?!”

“It’s Moxley now, dollface.”

Dean- or Moxley, he supposes, is shirtless with jeans so tight on his thighs they look painted on, and his senses are invaded by the intoxicating smell of him. Like sweat and musk with the faintest hint of tobacco and cigarette smoke.

“What- what’s going on? Where’s Roman?” Seth asks, trying to ignore the way his dick is twitching in his pants. This is no time to get horny.

Moxley rolls his eyes, dropping his arms and giving Seth the tiniest bit of breathing room. “Oy Tribal Chief?” He calls over his shoulder.

The large suite is partitioned, likely to give privacy to the bedroom, and that’s where he sees Roman appear.

Immediately Seth is struck by the differences. Unlike Moxley, who looks so radically different from the Dean Ambrose that Seth knows, Roman looks mostly the same other than his full beard. But the way this Roman carries himself is completely different.

Roman Reigns is a big dude, a huge Samoan piece of meat that shows up in Seth’s wet dreams more often than not, but he’s always been a little awkward, hunching his shoulders to try to be inconspicuous when he’s not in the ring.

But there’s no trace of that now, the Roman that walks in the room does so as if he owns the place, chest bare and dripping wet with a towel hung low on his hips.

Seth feels his mouth go dry at the sight, and his pants are feeling even tighter than they were before.

Roman crosses the room, slow and unhurried. He addresses Moxley first, “You’re not being mean to him, are you?”

“Course not,” Moxley snorts.

Roman’s big brown eyes turn on Seth, his face breaking into a heart stopping grin.

“Good,” Seth feels his knees get weak at the attention. “Don’t wanna scare you off now, do we?”

“Ro- I don’t know what’s going on here, how did you get this room?” Seth stutters out, but Roman brings one of his big hands to his face and rubs his thumb against his cheek.

“Now, now, Seth. Don’t think about it too hard, baby. See, me and Mox here just wanna make you feel good tonight.” Roman’s other hand wanders up to remove the baseball hat from Seth’s head and gently tug on his hair tie, freeing his hair from the bun it’s been in. “Look so pretty, sweet thing. Let me see you.”

Seth feels his cheeks get warm and flushed at the praise. Having Roman’s full attention on him like this is heady and overwhelming. He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand…” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.”

One of Moxley’s rough hands drags along the side of Seth’s torso, sending shocks to his system when he touches the bare skin peeking out of the cut arm holes.

“What he said,” Mox growls low, and all the reasons why this is a bad idea suddenly vanish from Seth’s mind.

He’s far too aware of how skimpy his gym clothes are, how much skin he’s left bare for them to feast on with their eyes. He can’t say he’s never thought about it, giving himself over to his teammates, his brothers in arms. They’re both incredibly attractive men.

And something about these older, more mature versions of them is completely clouding his judgement. By the beards and the salt and pepper in both their hairlines, Moxley and Roman look at least 10 to 15 years older than he last saw them.

He feels himself nodding, blush spreading on his face. “O-Okay,”

Roman practically beams at him, leaning in close to his face.

“Want you to say it, baby. Tell us what you want.”

The shame and embarrassment burn hot in his gut but it’s fueling his rapidly growing erection.

Seth whispers, “Wantyoutotakecareofme.”

Moxley barks a laugh. “Try that again for me.”

He swallows, slow and thick, trying not to think about the throbbing ache of his dick in his shorts.

“Want you two to take care of me, please?”

Seth looks up at Roman through his thick eyelashes, and the grin on the Samoan’s face reminds him of a shark.

“Good boy,” He casts a look in Mox’s direction. “You want him first?”

Moxley laughs again, licking his lips. “Yes, sir. Been wanting a piece of this ass since he walked in.”

The hand that had been lingering on Seth’s waist wanders down to the swell of his ass and squeezes, causing Seth to squeak in surprise.

Moxley sweeps him up into an easy bridal carry, and Seth feels tiny wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and tucking his face into his bare chest, pressing his nose into the soft chest hair.

Seth is carried into the bedroom, which contains the largest bed he’s ever seen, before he’s tossed onto the sheets, landing softly on his back before Moxley’s hands are on him again.

“These lil shorts are cute baby, but I think I’d like ‘em better on the floor.”

It’s all the warning he gets before Mox yanks his shorts down and off in one fell swoop. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his now hard dick bounces in the air, leaking precum from the tip.

Seth’s torn between the desire to hide from the other man’s gaze and splaying his legs out, but the choice is taken from him when Mox takes his thighs into his rough hands and forcefully pulls him back to the edge of the bed.

Mox whistles lowly, “Such a pretty little dick, this all for me?” He spits into his hand and wraps it around the length of Seth’s dick, coating it in the mixture of his saliva and the precum that’s drooled all over the blushing pink head.

Seth’s vision whites out, whining at the feeling of Moxley’s rough hands wringing pleasure out of him.

He feels the mattress shift above him, and suddenly Roman is there behind him, nestling Seth’s head in his lap and letting his thick thighs cradle Seth on either side.

Seth cranes his neck, half expecting to be greeted with the sight of Roman’s cock, but the Samoan has tight briefs on, only barely obscuring the thick length of him from view. Seth can’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he’s quickly distracted by the warmth of a tongue licking at the head of his dick.

“Eyes down here, babydoll. S’still my turn.” Mox fixes him with a stern look, and shoots a glare up at Roman.

The interruption gives Seth a chance to take in the view that is Moxley’s chest, hairy and littered with scars. It’s such a departure from Dean’s chest, that he’d seen only a few hours ago, for the most part hairless and smooth. This man has been through some things, pretty bad things if Seth had to guess, and it gave him a dangerous edge. But the effect sent heat running to the pool of arousal in his groin.

Which was greeted by Mox suddenly taking the whole length of Seth’s dick in his mouth, sucking and hollowing out his cheeks like he’s trying to extract Seth’s soul via his cock.

Seth cries, the feeling overwhelming him and causing him to twitch and shake, then Roman’s hands are on his chest, pushing up his t shirt and rubbing his big thumbs against Seth’s nipples, using the rest of his hands to cup at his pecs, holding them like tits.

Roman’s smooth voice washes over him, “You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart. Takin’ Moxley’s abuse, makin’ those pretty noises.” One hand remains on his chest as the other moves back up to pet at his hair, gently raking through the strands with his fingers. The motion and the praise grounds him and it’s easier to still his hips against the sensations in his dick. Then Roman leans in close, whispering into his ear, “Tell Mox how much you like him suckin’ your dick.”

Seth whines, the sound high in his throat, as Mox takes him deep into his throat again, and Roman tuts, pinching one of his nipples.

“Now what did we talk about earlier, princess. Use your words.”

He can barely think, but the words tumble out. “Love it, love how it feels, f-fuck, please.” Seth’s breath comes out in stuttered gasps.

Suddenly all that warm heat is gone, and he’s whining again.

Moxley laughs darkly, leaning down into Seth’s face and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, Mox’s teeth latching onto his bottom lip.

Roman’s fingers curl in his hair and suddenly his head is being yanked to one side, exposing the long line of his throat to Moxley, who doesn’t hesitate in licking and biting roughly at the sensitive skin.

Two fingers find his mouth, pushing in as Seth hears the command.

“Suck, get ’em wet, baby.”

His bottom lip drops open and he laps at the fingers, swirling his tongue around and getting them nice and slick as Mox continues his assault.

Roman laughs, “So good, good job, princess.”

The praise goes straight to his neglected cock, Seth thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to cum soon.

Moxley finally lets up on his neck, giving one last lick to the spectacular bruise he’s left before he’s out of Seth’s view again, obstructed by the thick curtain of Roman’s hair as he leans in to take his turn exploring Seth’s lips and mouth.

It’s awkward, kissing Roman spiderman style, but then there’s wet pressure at his hole and he’s gasping into the kiss, which Roman takes advantage of to get his tongue in deeper.

Seth is hit with twin sensations of Mox’s tongue deep in his ass and Roman’s in his mouth. He feels like he’s lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure without any means of escape.

The tongue in his ass drags in and out before swirling around his rim in a filthy mirror image of Roman’s exploration of his mouth.

They both let up finally, but he’s given only the briefest moment to catch his breath before Mox’s spit-slick fingers are pushing into his hole.

“Check out this pussy, Ro,” Seth watches as Mox spits onto his hole as he fucks his fingers in and out, stretching him. “Sucking me in, I’d almost think our baby girl’s a virgin.”

Seth whimpers as his neglected cock twitches and drools.

Roman tugs on his hair again, putting his lips to Seth’s ears, “That’s right, princess. Hear how much he loves your pussy?”

Seth’s breath hitches, stuttering. “D-d-ahhhhh, please!”

“What was that, babydoll?” Mox’s fingers press against his prostate hard, and Seth sees stars.

“Daddy,” he moans brokenly, tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to spill over. “Daddy please, n-need.”

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby, go on,” Roman kisses his forehead, and the contrast between the soft feel of the Samoan’s lips and the rough treatment of his hole has him teetering on the edge again.

“Please please Daddy, gonna cum, need it, fuck, please,” It comes out in a rush, but what follows is not the release he was seeking.

Instead, Dean circles his free hand around the base of Seth’s cock, squeezing tightly with his thumb and forefinger, denying Seth his release with a sharp grin.

“Not yet, princess, you’ll come on Daddy’s cock or not at all.”

Tears flowed down Seth’s cheeks now, wetting the sheets.

Mox spits on his hole again and adds a third finger, increasing the burn and stretch in his muscles. Seth thinks he might die from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

Roman’s thumbs wipe at the tear tracks on his face.

When finally Seth barely feels like he can take it anymore, Mox removes his fingers from his hole, which is both better and worse.

He’s manhandled by both men onto his stomach, and commanded to his hands and knees, his hips sinking back instinctively to show off his ass. “Whaddid I tell ya, Roman- he’s a natural.”

Roman laughs at the comment, remaining in his position at Seth’s head, though now up on his knees, while Mox lines up behind him.

Seth’s at a perfect eye level to Roman’s thick cock, bulging dangerously in his briefs, and Seth’s mouth waters. There are few things Seth Rollins enjoys on this earth more than sucking cock, though even he might be presented with a challenge here, but it’s one he’ll gladly accept.

He looks up at Roman, fluttering his lashes and pouting. “Daddy?”

Roman’s fingers find his hair again, tucking the loose strands behind his ear.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I- please can I suck you?”

“Suck my what, princess?”

Seth swallows thickly. “Your cock, daddy. Wanna suck your cock.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His free hand grips the waistband of his underwear, dragging the fabric down until his dick springs free directly in front of Seth’s mouth.

Traveling together doesn’t often afford a lot of privacy, so Seth’s seen Roman’s dick before in locker rooms and communal showers. It’s intimidating even when soft, but thats nothing compared to the sight that is his thick hard beautiful cock.

It’s long, easily 8 inches and girthy, the same beautiful color as the rest of Roman’s body with a fat mushroom head. Seth opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to lap at the head, as Roman’s fingers twist in his curls and drags him forward to take his cock into his mouth.

Roman’s dick is heavy on his tongue, and his jaw aches already at the stretch, but he sucks obediently, letting his saliva pool in his mouth and drool out and down the rest of the length.

Without any warning, there’s blunt pressure at his hole, pressing in and spearing him open.

He moans, sending vibrations through Roman’s cock and he’s lost, no more thoughts in his head except to be an open and wet hole for both of his daddies to fuck.

The pace they set is rough and intense, plowing into him at both ends. His dick smacks his stomach with the force of their thrusts, still painfully hard and ready to burst.

Tears roll down his cheeks freely as Roman fucks his face, and Moxley gives his ass several hard smacks. It’s the most filthy thing Seth’s ever done in his life and it’s intense and hot and perfect.

He moans loudly, gagging as the head of Roman’s dick enters his throat. The heat in his belly is fire hot, coiled like a spring and ready to burst.

“I think he’s earned his reward, don’t you?” Roman asks,

“‘Suppose,” Moxley spits. “Cum, babydoll.”

“Cum for Daddy, baby.”

The fire in him overflows, and Seth’s vision whites out as he finally releases, cum spurting out of him each time the head of Moxley’s cock brushes his prostate.

When his brain comes back online a few moments later, it’s to the sensation of Roman burying his cock deep in Seth’s throat, his nose brushing into the dark curls of the Samoan’s pubic hair. He feels Roman’s cock twitching, feeding his cum directly into his throat.

One of Roman’s hands wraps around his neck, squeezing slightly to feel his cock there. It sends a jolt to his spent cock, adding to the overstimulation that’s increasingly painful as Moxley continues to abuse his prostate, hitting it on each and every punishing thrust.

Roman finally pulls out of his mouth, and Seth’s gasps for air turn into breathy cries.

“Come on, take it baby, just a little longer for me.” Mox growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he absolutely destroys Seth’s ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The words are punched out of his mouth with each thrust, he licks his lips and tastes the salt from his tears, it’s so much.

“Who’s pussy is this, baby?” Mox thrusts in hard, grinding his hips, and Seth feels cum paint his inner walls.

“Yours!! Yours, Daddy!!”

—

Seth bolts upright in bed, panting hard and feeling a wet spot in his boxers. He looks down to see the stain blooming, evidence of his shameful wet dream.

It had seemed so real, confusing as hell, but definitely hot and filed away for the lonely nights on the road.

“Whassamatter?” He hears a gravelly voice from his left and sees the shaggy hair of Dean Ambrose looking up at him.

“Ah- just a dream, babe. I’ll be right back.” Seth’s happy for the cover of darkness so his boyfriend can’t see the blush rising in his cheek.

“You better be,” The low rumble comes from his right, as his other boyfriend Roman slings his big arm over the space where he’d been sleeping between them.

Maybe he’d tell them in the morning, about the dirty fantasies his mind had created from them. Maybe they’d even help make them real.

[yunhohours]

pentagon reaction: sending them nudes

request: [...] I was inspired by svt anon tho how would ptg respond to receiving nudes 🤨

hoetaek: how he reacts very much depends on where he is and how busy he is. if he’s at home, he’s all smiles, sliding even further down the couch he’s sitting on and texting you back eagerly. he’ll keep things pretty tame unless you’re clearly looking for more from him, and then he’s happy to indulge you. he’ll sext you until he gets himself worked up too, but he’d rather tell you about how you affect him instead of showing you, so don’t expect return nudes. he’s a sexy texter though, so you’ll be squirming in your bed or in your seat or wherever you are in no time. if he finds himself unbearably aroused, he’ll suddenly call you and ask you where you are and if he can come get you. if he’s at work, he’s frustrated. not at you, but at all of the things requiring his attention when he’d much rather give it to you. he does his best to not leave you hanging, texting as often as he can, and silently makes the decision to wrap up everything as soon as possible so he can make it up to you.

jinho: in shock. are you crazy? his cheeks burn, he’s so flustered. probably way too worried about anyone else ever getting their hands on your pictures, but he also can’t stop sneaking peeks at them. he’s not too sure how to proceed, so he defaults to the obvious: complimenting you and asking what are these for? he really needs you to tell him what you’re expecting to happen from this point because there’s no way in hell he’s just going to assume and risk embarrassing himself. plus… he just likes hearing you tell him what you want clearly. if he’s at work or busy, he’ll keep it pretty brief text-wise and just tell you that he’ll be over as soon as he can. he’s not really the type to send pictures back or call you. he prefers to do most sexual communication in person. he knows you know that about him, too, and that you sending him these pictures in the first place was just you letting him know what to be prepared for. he appreciates that.

hongseok: he is already planning to carve out some time for you–no matter what his plans are–before he even has time to respond. he gushes about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you for a few messages before he remembers that other modes of communication are available to him. if he needs to excuse himself from something, he will, but he’s going to call you. he’ll continue to sing your praises, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he can hear you reveling in them. he asks you what you want from him with full intention to deliver whatever it is. he isn’t one for sending nudes himself (he prefers slutty gym shots), but he won’t say no to you if you want one. if he can, though, he’ll come to you and let you have him nude in person. it’s a bit hard for him to go back and forth when he’s away from you because he just wants to touch you so fucking bad. even so, he’s a good sport for as long as he has to be.

shinwon: if you send him nudes while he’s working, he’s like have you lost your mind? he’ll scold you for it a little, but mostly because he’s trying to ignore the effect it has on him. he does not ever send serious nudes. he will send you “nudes” in meme form and that’s it, and he doesn’t do it in this context. he’ll whine so much because now he feels like he’s lowkey hiding a secret from everyone else while also being a little aroused. he doesn’t get fully aroused because the circumstances make him nervous–that is, unless you keep riling him up. as much as he’d like to be strong enough to just ignore his phone so you can’t make it worse for him, he will keep checking it. and he’ll keep playing cold all while feeling completely the opposite inside his body. he really makes it more confusing for himself. even when he’s alone, he likes to play hard to get. the only difference is that when he’s alone, he can just let whatever feelings come… come. either way, he will be seeing you the second he’s able. he tells himself it’s to lecture you, but it quickly becomes about relieving the overwhelming tension he’s been storing. and satisfying you, of course, considering your desires are what started all this in the first place.

changgu: two can play this game. he is cheesing to himself so hard when he immediately presses the button to video call you. he knows he’s risking it by not letting you know first whether or not he’s alone, but he likes to put you on edge a little bit. if he’s alone, he’s asking you if there’s anything you’d like to see too, all too happy to show you any and every part of himself. if he’s at the gym, he’ll watch as you get embarrassed when you realize he’s calling you about your nudes in a place full of other people. he won’t bring them up though. he’ll just be like what are you doing, baby? as if he doesn’t already know. i’m just at the gym right now, look. and he flips to the back camera so you can see his perfectly sculpted form in very little clothing through the gym mirror. he’s sweaty and his muscles and his veins are screaming at you. he knows it all gets to you so much. he won’t be finished with you through a call, though. he’ll always end just before it reaches a point of no return so he can physically come to you instead. he wants you close, always.

yanan: he is so in love. he’ll just stare, not even conscious of how much time is passing, unaware of the way his tongue traces his lips. it feels like such a bold move from you, and he loves it. he has a hard time communicating exactly what he feels, because he’s a little embarrassed. he can be fully aroused, straining against his clothing, and he’ll still text back with short messages because what does he say? just praising you feels so boring and obvious but he doesn’t know what else to do either. he is too shy for this! but he doesn’t want it to stop! you’ll need to guide him sweetly. he will listen. despite his shyness, he will send you a nude if you ask for one. it’s probably just a dick pic tbh, but it’s not an ugly one at least. he would never do it on his own, but if you want it, it’s done. he’ll just send it with the rosiest cheeks. if he’s busy when you send them, he’s going to need to take a quick restroom break. he won’t have the time nor the courage to try and get off with you, but he will get himself off to you so he can get through the rest of his day. he won’t be able to concentrate otherwise. on these occasions, he’ll just default to the typical responses like you’re killing me and he won’t say much else until he gets to be with you later, because simply opening your messages is a risk at this point. he can’t get aroused again.

yuto: you’re the most beautiful thing in the universe to him. his heart feels so full when you share yourself with him, whether it’s via nudes or anything else. he takes the time to really appreciate them before responding. you are perfect, i love you so much. it doesn’t really make him horny. he gets too many warm, fuzzy feelings at first. you’ll have to push the conversation out of a strictly lovey dovey zone if you want him to go there. only then will he realize the urgent sexual undertones of the conversation and only then will he suddenly become aware of the other people around him (if there are any). he’ll find some time to call you, asking you so sweetly in his low voice how to take care of you given his circumstances. it’s really important to him. he is never worried about himself, only focused on making sure you’re given exactly what you need. he will also save your photos and crop a random part of the background so he can post it on his instagram as a memory. no one knows what they’re seeing, but he does.

hyunggu: little shit. takes a selfie smiling with the tip of his finger between his teeth like a minx and sends it back to you. once he sees you’ve read it, he video calls you immediately. if he was with other people, he’s long gone now. he teasingly asks you about what you’re doing and why you’re sending him such things, only to mock pout his lips at you when you’re telling him how badly you want him. he thinks it’s so so so fun to play with you a little because you’ll get so needy and he loves knowing he has that kind of power over you. he always takes care of you, though. he’ll put headphones in and sink down into a chair somewhere so he can talk you through playing with yourself if you’re up for it. if you’re not, he’ll manage to dip early from whatever he’s doing to come to you. in the meantime, he keeps the tension high, texting you back every single second that you’d think he wasn’t busy. he doesn’t send nudes, but he will send you the most drool-inducing lewds you’ve ever seen.

wooseok: wooseok.exe has stopped working. literally chokes on his water if he’s drinking some when he opens your text. he’s actually frozen for a couple minutes because he doesn’t know what to do. he’ll call you briefly because he needs to know what’s up and texting might take a little too long for him when he’s on edge like this. once you tell him why you sent the pictures, he’s soooo flustered, but also quite excited. it feels really good to know that he can make you want him so much at all, much less when he’s not even with you, not even touching you. he’ll hang up once he knows what’s going on and go back to texting you. he’ll do his best to keep you entertained, figuring it out along the way. he isn’t too forward with his words because he still feels a bit shy, but he’ll surprise you by suddenly sending you a picture of his big, pretty hand resting in his lap, rings sparkling. he knows how much you love his hands.

[youunravelme]

Hope you are okay re the medical issues you mentioned!! Just wanted to say that I cannot wait for Murphy’s Law!! Your fics are truly some of the best I’ve read on tumblr and I definitely consider you my favourite Mat Barzal writer!! Can I ask how you come up with the plots for your pieces? Maybe my imagination just isn’t great but I don’t think I’d ever be able to do it haha

Keep up the amazing work! 💞

i'm good now lol, to summarize my medical problems: i had gallstones and really bad flare ups. i'll probably have to get surgery to get my gallbladder removed at some point, but that's a problem for a later date lolol.

you're too kind!! seriously, thank you for sending sweet messages like this, makes my day/night each and every time.

now i'm gonna warn you, this is way more in depth than you probably wanted, but we both know i'm not good at being succinct.

as far as plot, maybe this isn't the best way, but it works for me. for most of the fics i'm currently writing, i think of a trope and build off that. so for this is how you fall in love, i started with fake dating and built in mommy issues and other female character's internalized misogyny and the reader's insecurity. for the first fic i wrote, head start, i wanted a childhood best friends to lovers for jack. for murphy's law, i took the brother's best friend trope and added fwb to it. for this matty tkachuk fic, i took the second chance romance with a heaping pile of suffering and angst and started writing that.

now for to all the girls you've loved before, i was projecting because i was a nanny at the time (i wasn't in love with the dad lol, in case that was ever a thought someone had) and wanted to create a world where ordinary people could fall in love with a famous person lolol my favorite disney princess is cinderella, can you tell?

for the worst wing woman, i built the story off the reader's profession and personality instead of a specific trope.

but i also use music to inspire me as well! drops of jupiter was taken from the train song but an angstier version, if that makes sense. it's nice to have a friend was inspired by seven by taylor swift.

i read a shit ton of fics (which is one reason it takes me so long to write lolol) and i find so much inspiration in just the words people are using to create beautiful stories and phrases (i'm looking at you @chewingcyanide). i think improving your writing means reading other people's work and getting inspiration from the things they're creating. i literally look at emme's (chewingcyanide, linked above) work and take mental notes at the sheer talent in her word choice, it's so evocative. or i'll look into @thewintersoldierdisaster's works and get righteously jealous of her banter and dialogue (seriously check her stuff out!).

i say all this to say there's not a wrong or right way to write and find inspiration. i think starting with tropes or songs might be the easiest, but i always shoot to make it my own. ultimately speaking, it's about writing what you love and what inspires you the most.

[cometcrystal]

Sonic the Hedgehog. One of the greatest and most attractive characters ever thought up. He can run at sound speed, take out enemies in a flash, and best of all, he's blue colored and knows how to handle the females. Speaking of females, the Sonic universe might also be classified as "Hot Chick Heaven" because there's such a mess of very beautiful and tough women that it will make you love the franchise even more! And since Valentine's Day is around the corner, I've been inspired to make a top 10 list of the most beautiful female Sonic characters. Grab yourself a snack and a glass of orange juice, and try not to reach through the screen because HERE WE GO!

10: Try this question on for size. Who chases and hugs Sonic all the time and wields a powerful hammer? Why it's Amy Rose of course! Though more of a cutie than a hottie, you can't deny the fact that she's still attractive. Two things that make her attractive are the fact that she wears a dress, and when have you ever seen 3 big, very smooth arcs of hair sticking out of a person's forehead? I haven't! So once again, Amy Rose is lovely; that is until she goes berserk and starts hitting stuff with her hammer.

Who's at number 9? It's this alien plant girl from a distant planet. Cosmo, from Sonic X. She arrived on the character's planet to deliver a message saying that the galaxy was under attack by a force called the Metarex. She doesn't do much except tell people to stop fighting and focus on the real matter at hand. The real reason she lands at the #9 is that she becomes Miles "Tails" Prower's sweetheart, something Tails needed for a long while.

Numero Ocho. Cream the Rabbit's mother, Vanilla. She's attractive and the size of an average human mother. What really surprises me about her is that the leader of Team Chaotix, Vector the Crocodile, falls in love with her. Kinda silly, don't you think? She's another character that doesn't do much, but in a season 3 episode of Sonic X, she helps Chris Thorndyke get into space to fight the Metarex along with Sonic and friends.

What number's next? Seven, of course. Wave the Swallow from Sonic Riders. People always root for the good guys, but sometimes, the bad guys steal the show. Her mechanical IQ is equal to Tails. She also happens to be the smartest member of the Babylon Rogues. I wonder why she isn't the leader. Like Jet the Hawk and Storm the Albatross, her specialty is riding the air-boards called "Extreme Gear". With two very long and smooth feathers extending from her head to her calves and droopy eyes, Wave will rock your socks. If only we could see her take wing.

Numero Six. Tikal the Echidna from Sonic Adventure 1. Named after an ancient Mayan city of the same name, Tikal is the daughter of Chief Pachacamac. She's yet another character that hardly does a thing except beg her father to stop being so greedy. She also traps herself inside the Master Emerald so that the water god Chaos doesn't reign terror upon the land. When you're the daughter of a person in the highest power, you need to look your best and Tikal delivers perfectly. That's why she's #6.

Number #1, #2, #3, #4, #5! Ah-Ah-Ahhh! Mina Mongoose from the Sonic Archie comics. How could you go wrong with a girl that looks like this? She can run nearly as fast as Sonic and she went from being a Freedom Fighter to being a popstar singer. Next to Princess Sally she looks more humanoid than the other characters. Who could top someone who has long (some French word I don't know) hair?

This female standing at number 4: Blaze the Cat. One word: Pyrokinesis. How would you like to have that superpower? I mean Blaze could play around in the Himalayas for hours and she would be perfectly fine! Also, 45 degree ponytail makes her look like a Native American. I really like the fact that her love interest is the telekinetic hedgehog Silver. The combination of mind-moving and fire superpowers make these two a reliable couple. But what really lands Blaze in the #4 spot is that her attitudes apparently more different from the other females.

Next up is #3. What's better than having a female with cascading quills? How about a female with cascading quills and hair? Julie-Su the Echidna, another Archie comic exclusive has that feature. She's smart, knows exactly what to do as a freedom fighter, and even trained Amy once. She's also the girl of Knuckles' dreams. Heh, lucky him. Her older self in the series Mobius: X Years Later is just downright hot! Just look at that long ponytail! Now we're talkin'!

1, 2, button my shoe! Princess Sally Acorn. There's a lot to say about this character. She's the heir to the throne, Sonic's first official romance, the only character that used to not wear clothes, brave and athletic, the most humanoid character, and is like a mother to Tails. In the TV show, Sonic SatAM, one Freedom Fighter, the cowardly Antoine constantly tries to woo Sally, but doesn't succeed because... he's a coward! The Princess is also a semi-perfect example of an excellent love interest, although there were a couple of times when she really snapped and acted like a lunatic; in the comics, that is. But overall, Sally Acorn really stands out amongst the slew of females not just because she's Sonic's first official love interest, or because she's the only one who didn't wear clothes, but because in the comics, she grew very long hair, and married Sonic in the future, becoming the Queen.

So, you've seen a pyrokinetic Cat, a swallow, two gorgeous echidnas, and even a princess! Who could possibly top those kinds of females? Well, get ready folks; this is the #1 hottest Sonic the Hedgehog female character. Rouge the Bat. If anybody denies it, how dare you? This woman can fly, she's as strong as Knuckles, and is a femme fatale, seducing other characters into getting what she wants. Instead of having one love interest, she has two! Knuckles, and Shadow the Hedgehog. Being a treasure thief, she's only interested in one object set; jewels, especially the Chaos Emeralds. There actually have been situations where Rouge's cleavage has been exposed, but it eventually got censored. What a price to pay. I think the best part about this beauty is that she wears three different outfits unlike the other female characters. And who wouldn't want to fly across the landscape via strong as Shawn Johnson, and flirt with any male, anytime, anywhere. These three traits make Rouge the Bat triumph over all of the Sonic the Hedgehog females. My hat goes off to you Sonic Team USA. You oughta be proud.

There ya have it folks. Those were the hottest female chicks in the Sonic universe. I hope you enjoyed it, happy Valentine's Day, and I'll see you later.

[megansabode]

CAR LIGHTS

Shoto's father would never let him be with a boy. Never. And definitely not the one with black hair and sparkly eyes and a hand that Shoto wants to hold and-

Shit.

Shoto's got it bad.

-

Shoto invites Hanta to a house party to try and work out his feelings. But it just makes him think more about how his father feels about boys with boys.

Inspired by the song 'Car Lights' by James Marriott.

Listen here:

Seroki oneshot (also posted on ao3 @/megansabode

TW: homophobia

contains: endeavour bashing, confused shoto, flirty sero, kissing with tongue, a house party and a first kiss

Am I allowed to feel like this? Shoto thinks whenever he looks at Hanta. Sero Hanta. The boy with the flat hair. The boy with the tape in his elbows. The boy with the grey eyes. The boy that, for whatever reason, Shoto thinks is the most beautiful boy in the world.

But Shoto isn’t allowed to think that. Hanta is a boy. Why should he feel like this about a boy? Someone who’s the same gender as him?

His father will hit him if he ever finds out. So Shoto intends to keep it a secret. A secret until his father inevitably finds out. He will find out, sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time, Shoto thinks. A matter of time until his father finds out that Shoto isn’t as straight as he thought he was.

The thought makes Shoto want to bite his fingers off. Because what if his father does find out? And what if Hanta then finds out what his father is really like? What then?

He jumps when his phone goes off and he picks it up. It’s his older sister, Fuyumi.

Fuyumi

Hey Shoto, Dad wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come back home for a house party? You can invite one friend xx

Shoto smiles at the ‘kisses’, as Fuyumi calls them, at the end of her message. He pulls up his keyboard and messages her back.

Shoto

Do I have to talk to him?

Fuyumi

Not at all Sho x

Shoto

Okay. I’ll think about it. Thank you.

She sends a red heart back and he puts his phone down. Now he just has to work out who to ask. He has an idea, but whether or not he’ll have the courage to ask, he doesn’t know.

~~~

The roof of the Class 1-A dorm building is probably the only place that Shoto really feels safe on. It’s weird–it’s a roof, but with the wind blowing through his hair and the view of the city of Hosu below him, it’s comforting.

And someone else comes up here every night.

“Shoto!” Hanta shouts, grinning as he sits down next to the boy with the two-toned hair. “I didn’t think you’d be up here today!”

“Hello, Hanta.” Shoto looks at him and immediately feels it again. The twinge in his chest. The urge to lean in. He sees the sparkle in Hanta’s eyes and fuck, he’s got it bad. But he looks away and tries to think of a conversation starter.

The party. His brain tells him. Right. “Hey, Hanta, my father’s holding a house party soon.”

“He is?” Hanta grins and Shoto wishes he could be blind. “That’s so cool, I wish my dad would do something like that.”

And Shoto wishes his dad wasn’t Endeavour. “I can invite one friend. Would…” Shoto, compose yourself, damn it. “Would you like to come with me?”

Hanta’s grin reaches both sides of his face. “Seriously? I would love to!” Thank the Gods. “But…isn’t your dad a…rough spot?”

“My sister said I don’t have to talk to him. And I know the way up to the roof of my house. Nobody will find us up there.” Hanta nods. “I’ll find out the time and date and then send it to you, okay?”

“Sounds good! I’ll keep my calendar free!” Shoto nods and silence falls between the two boys. Silence between them is never bad or awkward. They just…understand each other.

Hanta has two sisters and a brother. They play a game called ‘Minecraft’ together, which Shoto had never even heard of before until Hanta made him play it in his dorm.

Shoto died. Multiple times. But it was all worth it to feel Hanta’s hands on top of his as he showed him how to use the controller.

Shoto instinctively moves his hand to touch Hanta’s, then pulls it back. No. He isn’t allowed to do that. His father would hate him for it.

Then Hanta moves his hand. And interlocks his smallest finger with Shoto’s.

Yeah. Shoto has it bad.

~~~

He lays on his bed for around an hour, wondering how the fuck to phrase a message to Hanta. Hey so I actually like you more than my father would ever like me to like a guy and I want to date you? He doesn’t even know how to date him, how is he supposed to know what it truly feels like to love someone?

Or should he just say, We can’t talk anymore because I like you too much and my father will actually kill you because he hates gay people and I don’t know why I’m saying this because we aren’t even dating and I don’t know how to feel about you because this is so confusing and you probably only see me as a friend.

His hand hovers over the send button for a few seconds until he sends a single word.

Shoto

Hello

The reply is instant.

Hanta

Hey! How are you?

Shoto

Good. The party is in three days at 5:30PM

Hanta

Okay! I’m free then!

Shoto

Good.

Shoto thinks that if he says the word, ‘good’ one more time then he’ll rip his fucking hair out. Why does he have to always say the same thing? Why can’t he just say something normal?

Hanta

You good?

Shoto

Of course I am.

Hanta

You just seemed a little tense earlier haha

Shoto narrows his eyes. A lowercase ‘haha’ from Hanta is never a good sign.

Shoto

Well, I could ask you that question. Got anything on your mind?

Hanta

A lot of things ;)

What is that supposed to mean?

Shoto

Elaborate?

Hanta

I’m just playing with ya Shoto. See you at the party

Shoto

Okay.

And Shoto falls asleep with the image of the winking face on his mind.

~~~

After an agonising three days of waiting, Shoto stands outside Hanta’s dorm. They’ve barely talked since the text messages a couple days ago, but that just happens with them. Their meetings are short but stay in Shoto’s mind for weeks.

Hanta grins when he walks out of his dorm, dressed up in a black tuxedo. Shoto clears his throat when he sees it, trying to keep the heat at his cheeks away. Hanta laughs and just grabs Shoto’s hand, pulling him down the stairs.

Now Shoto’s cheeks do heat up. They wait outside the school together until a black cab picks them up and Shoto sits in the front while Hanta stays in the back. Occasionally, Shoto catches Hanta looking at him in the rearview mirror, and he quickly looks out of the window to the side of him.

Fuck. Why is he still fucking feeling like this? He’s not supposed to. He can’t–he’s not allowed.

He should’ve just brought Bakugo with him so that he doesn’t need to worry about any of this. Bakugo can just talk to his sister and Shoto can sit on his roof. Simple.

But Hanta? Shoto doesn’t think he can last five more seconds in the same room as him.

Shoto catches Hanta staring at him in the mirror again. And this time, Hanta winks.

Fuck.

They manage to arrive at Shoto’s family house before he fucking dies and he steps out, going to open Hanta’s door before the boy opens it himself.

Okay. That’s fine. Shoto didn’t even need to open it anyway. It’s completely fine. Shoto definitely hasn’t maybe, definitely made himself look like a fool.

His sister grins when she sees him and runs up to the two. “Oh, Shoto, I’m so glad you could come!” She wraps her arms around him.

“Hey, Fuyumi.” She pulls away and looks at Hanta, still beaming.

“And you must be Sero! Shoto’s told me all about you!” Hanta smiles as he greets Fuyumi. “Now, come inside!”

Shit. Shoto doesn’t want to come inside. In fact, he’d much rather stay out here. But Hanta looks too eager. He walks forward, before he turns back. “Shoto?” There are too many people inside. The world sways under Shoto’s feet. “Hey.” Hanta puts his hand on Shoto’s shoulder.

“I’m fine-“ Shoto says quickly but Hanta grabs his hand and pulls him to go into the house.

And now it doesn’t seem that scary anymore.

Hanta pushes through the crowds, gushing ‘excuse me’s’ and apologising whenever he bumps into people. The guests don’t seem to mind, though. “You got anywhere we can go?” Hanta yells over the loud music that Shoto has drowned out as soon as they had walked in. Shoto nods and leads Hanta to the back of the house. “Phew! I thought I was about to lose a leg in there.”

Shoto almost laughs before he stops himself. No. His father could be anywhere. He can’t risk it. Not now. “We can get to the roof from here.” He pulls down a silver ladder and starts climbing up it. Hanta follows him. The flashing, colourful lights of the party fade away once they’re on the roof and they perch on the overlapping tiles, looking around.

“It’s beautiful up here.” Hanta whispers, looking at Shoto. “But, hey, not as beautiful as you.”

Shoto feels his cheeks burn. “Are you flirting with me, Hanta?”

“Maybe. What’re you gonna do about it?” Shoto almost turns before he stops.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say things like that.” Shoto says. “It’s not safe here.”

Hanta purses his lips as he looks around. “Why not?”

“My father. He’s- he’s not very nice about these things.” Hanta doesn’t look mad. If anything, he looks concerned. “Aren’t you mad?”

“Shoto, have you really let yourself believe him?” Shoto makes eye contact with Hanta. “Seriously?”

“He’s my father-“

“Just because he’s your father doesn’t mean he rules your life. Just because you’re related to him doesn’t mean his opinions matter.” Shoto stiffens at that. “Shoto, I’m going to ask you one question. Are we friends? Or are we more than that?”

Shoto opens his mouth to protest but Hanta cuts him off. “Don’t think about your dad. Think about you.”

Shoto looks to the side. He wants to be more than friends with Hanta, he just knows it. He knows it from the way his pupils dilate when he thinks about Hanta, he knows it from the love letters plastered on his walls that he wrote, he knows it from the thrill he gets from sparring with Hanta, he knows it.

Shoto nods. “I want to be…more than friends.”

“Then stop being so tense.” Shoto looks at Hanta, the latter of which is smiling vaguely. “Loosen up.”

The boy with the multicoloured eyes and hair, the boy that Hanta can never take his eyes off of sighs. “How do I loosen up?”

“Let me teach you.” Hanta cups Shoto’s face and starts to lean in. He stops when he’s close and waits for Shoto to do something, anything.

Shoto stares at him blankly. Then, he leans in and pressed his lips against Hanta’s.

Their first kiss isn’t pretty. Teeth clash, tongues collide sloppily, and neither boy knows exactly where to put his hands. But after they pull away at first, Shoto puts his left hand at the back of Hanta’s head and his right hand at Hanta’s waist, then leans in again.

Hanta moves his arms to wrap around Shoto’s neck as their lips press against each other’s, and this time the kiss starts out slow. They ease into it, and soon Hanta pushes his tongue against Shoto’s lips. Shoto instinctively opens his lips, and Hanta pushes his tongue through, making Shoto gasp as he feels it against the top of his mouth. “This okay?” Hanta mutters.

Shoto nods, then leans in more, his hand on Hanta’s waist moving to the boy’s chest. His other hand grabs a fistful of black hair as he presses his tongue against Hanta’s. Shoto grins as Hanta gasps, then the former tilts his head to get a more comfortable position.

They’re learning. They both try to stay at a steady pace, but soon get too eager and just make out until one of them needs to take a breath. But before either boy can pull away, a voice behind them makes Shoto pull away quickly.

“If you’re going to make out with a boy on the roof, could you at least do it where I can’t see it? I don’t need to see your tongue down his throat.” Natsuo. Shoto’s older brother. Shoto sighs as he sits down next to them. “And you’re lucky dad hasn’t seen you yet.”

“He won’t.” Shoto says. “He doesn’t know the way up to the roof.”

“Yeah, because his fat ass would break the ladder.” Hanta laughs at that, then stops when the two siblings stare at him.

“What? It was funny!”

“Shoto, is this your boyfriend?” Shoto’s jaw drops at Natsuo’s question, but Hanta is quick to respond.

“Mhm.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s hand. “He is.”

“I am?”

“You are.” Hanta laughs at Shoto’s sudden shocked expression. “What? You thought after we made out it was just nothing?”

Shoto looks back at Natsuo to see him fake-gagging. He shoves his brother, then turns back around. “No, I just-“

“Okay, I’m leaving now. Go make out more if you want, but don’t choke each other.” Shoto rolls his eyes at Natsuo’s comment and Hanta cups his face again.

“We need to find a place where we won’t be found.” Shoto nods. “Come on.” Hanta tightens his grip on his hand and they go back down the ladder, then start to run.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see!” Hanta laughs as he runs, causing Shoto to laugh too. “I’ve never heard you laugh before!” Hanta looks over his shoulder and smiles.

Yep. Shoto still has it bad.

“I don’t do it much.” Shoto says in a quieter voice, almost crashing into Hanta as the latter stops. “Where are we?”

“Use your fire to light up the lanterns.” Shoto nods and shoots fire into the lanterns that he can see, which soon light up the landscape around them.

They’re on a wooden bridge, over a river full of coy fish. Shoto’s eyes widen when he looks over the edge, holding onto the railing of the bridge. “Holy shit…” He whispers. Hanta laughs and grabs onto the railing next to him.

“I found this a couple years ago and wanted to reserve it for a special moment. Nobody really comes here, the area around it is all overgrown.” Shoto looks at the darkened trees on the other side of the bridge to see that it is, in fact, overgrown. Very overgrown.

Hanta smiles and leans his head on Shoto’s shoulder. “Promise me you won’t listen to your father’s opinions again?”

“Promise.” Shoto mutters.

“Now come here.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s face and leans in, stopping just before he hits Shoto’s lips. And when Shoto leans in, he smiles.

The cars lining the road behind them light up the moonlit sky full of the constellations both boys would steal for another in a heartbeat.

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this is like the first time i’ve written kissing with tongue because when i write it in an x reader it just weirds me out idk why

but this was so fun to write i love them so much omg

[whatacaitastrophe]

Gale x Taph #2 - For Rim-Draws

Song Inspiration: "Sober Up" by AJR ft. Rivers Cuomo

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As it turned out, being in a relationship with Taph was not quite so different to not being in a relationship with her– at least so far. The only real difference, Gale had found, was that they bickered a little bit less. That, and Taph allowed him the joy of holding her hand when they sat around the campfire with their companions, but only if he asked. It wasn’t that Gale was frustrated by the way Taph was still so hot-and-cold with him despite acknowledging their feelings for each other, no. He was just deeply confused. Granted, his own relationship history wasn’t exactly healthy by any stretch of the imagination so he didn’t have much to compare to, but even so Gale was fairly certain it was supposed to be…not like this. 

Of all of their companions, Wyll seemed to be the closest to Gale in thinking when it came to romantic relationships and how he viewed them. The two of them had also become fast friends, often joking they were the group’s moral compasses (even if the compass was often ignored), so he felt comfortable opening up to Wyll about his confusion on where his relationship with Taph stood. 

“Mate, I think you just need to talk to her,” Wyll advised one night as they finished their goblets of wine. “I know communication in relationships is not…something you’re used to–”

“That’s certainly a delicate way of putting it.” Gale laughed bitterly. By now, the warlock was well aware of Gale’s sordid history with Mystra, and like everyone else in camp, Wyll agreed that Mystra had only ever been looking out for herself when it came to her relationship with Gale. 

Wyll laughed. “I’m just saying…maybe she isn’t either. You may have to be the one to take the leap.” 

Gale sighed. “Once again, Wyll, I find myself in awe that someone so young could be so wise.”

“I’m not that much younger than you!” Wyll squawked with a laugh. 

“I’m nearly a decade your senior, friend,” Gale reminded him as he stood up. He needed to find Taph. Gale finished the remaining liquid in his goblet and handed the empty vessel to Wyll, clapping him on the shoulder as he walked by. “Thank you, Wyll, for the sage advice. I shall let you know how it goes.” 

Taph was not in her tent, and it was not her turn to take the first watch, so Gale immediately worried. It was late enough that none of them should be wandering alone (except for perhaps Astarion, who needed to wander alone at night to feed), no matter how skilled they were in their various crafts. Gale was about thirty feet from their campsite when he heard the sounds of a lyre coming from the west, and a soft smile bloomed on Gale’s face. He should have known the sorceress snuck off to play her instrument– that seemed to be where Taph felt the most at peace. Though the fact that she snuck off to play was unusual– she was a performer by nature, and playing in front of Gale and the rest of the group was not something that had ever seemed to make her uncomfortable before. Gale’s curiosity had been piqued. 

As Gale drew closer to the sound of the lyre, he also began hearing the sound of Taph’s sweet voice, singing a tune he did not recognize. Was she working on something new? He found her in a clearing with a small lantern illuminating the immediate space surrounding her, though the moon was bright enough that evening that she probably did not need it. Taph looked radiant, bathed in the moonlight. Drow were often striking regardless of the time of day, but Gale had come to learn that they truly were their most beautiful in the darkness, where the lights were low, only illuminated what needed illuminating. In the dim light, it sometimes seemed as though Taph was almost glowing. Gale smiled at the sight of her before announcing himself. “There you are! I was wondering where you’d gone off to.” 

The drow jumped slightly regardless of Gale’s efforts not to startle her. Her mask was on the ground next to her, and it made Gale feel all warm and fuzzy inside when Taph did not immediately reach for her most treasured accessory to throw it back on her face. He’d meant it when he told her that she shouldn’t hide her eyes away from the world. They were beautiful and expressive, and quite honestly that she still felt the need to wear her mask at camp with their friends saddened Gale. It was nice that she trusted him enough to leave it off when they were alone (which, admittedly, hadn’t been very often), but he wished he could somehow give her the confidence to share her beauty with everyone else. 

“Sorry, I’ve been working on something, and I needed some peace and quiet to finish it.” Taph explained her absence, but Gale waved his hand. 

“No apology necessary, dearest, and I completely understand wanting to get away from the madness of camp. It’s gotten quite full now that Halsin, Scratch, and the owlbear cub have all joined us,” Gale replied with a warm smile and a wave of his hand. Gale strode over to the sorceress and sat down beside her. “This is actually rather convenient, as I sought you out in hopes we could talk.” 

Taph immediately looked wary, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Talk? About what?” 

Gale paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to best approach the subject. He didn’t want to seem too needy, or like he was accusing her of not doing enough to show him she cared. A delicate conversation, to be led by someone who wasn’t always the most delicate in explaining how he felt. Surely this wouldn’t end in disaster at all. “I just wanted to make sure you’re still happy? With us, I mean.”

Taph stared at him in confusion and Gale immediately began regretting even bringing up this conversation at all. Had he completely over thought this? “What I mean to say is that since we established that you and I are in some sort of romantic partnership, not…not much has changed? So I suppose I just wanted to make sure that this is…something you still want?” 

“You’re talking about sex, right? The fact that we haven’t done anything. It bothers you, doesn’t it?” Taph continued to eye him warily, and a horrified look spread across Gale’s face.

“Gods, no, that’s not it at all! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would be honored to lay at your side beneath the stars now that I don’t need to worry about any undue excitement causing me to explode, but that isn’t what this is about,” 

Blush crept across Taph’s face as Gale admitted that he would like to, someday, sleep with her and he instantly regretted ever bringing it up. “I just meant that you don’t seem to be very…interested. In me. Or anything much to do with me beyond sitting next to me at the end of a long day and holding my hand, or walking beside me when we travel. If it’s a matter of what you’re comfortable with, I understand and will respect whatever boundaries you put into place, but I do need you to talk to me. Much as I would like to be, I’m not a mind reader, so I only know how you feel and what you need if you express it.”

Taph stared at Gale as he talked at her. Gale was rambling, but that’s just how his mind worked when he knew he said the wrong thing and he needed to backtrack to fix it. It was all word vomit until he found the right thing to say, and the fact that Ao granted him the gift of verbosity but not the ability to always use that skill correctly was honestly a curse. 

“You know, I came out here to finish a song that I’ve been writing. For you.” Taph admitted with a soft smile on her face, the blush creeping back in. 

“For– for me?” Gale confirmed with surprise, and Taph nodded. 

“You’ve probably noticed I’m not very good at talking about my feelings, but singing about them? I could do that all day. Would you like to hear it?”

The surprised look on Gale’s face did not fade, as nobody had ever given him a gift like this before. For Taph to write him a song…she must really care, he surmised. “I would love to hear it.” 

“Okay, just be warned, I’ve literally just finished it and was practicing, so it might not be very good.” Taph warned him, and Gale shook his head.

“That you wrote me anything at all means I already think it’s wonderful.” Gale reassured her. 

Taph began plucking the strings of her lyre. The melody was soft and lilting and even without words, Gale was already transfixed by the music itself. Then Taph started to sing. The lyrics were their story: how they met, how she didn’t care for him at first, how her feelings for him took her by surprise. These were all points, of course, that Gale already knew just from talking to her (and being there), but hearing in the form of a song made it sound much more romantic. The song continued, and Gale’s heart did a backflip in his chest as Taph sung about wanting him. About kissing him, about feeling his body against hers, about making love under a blanket of stars, just as Gale had mentioned earlier whilst rambling. She sang about the way he looked at her, and how it made her feel safe, and Gale had to stop himself from leaning towards her and kissing her right then and there. 

When the song ended, Taph blushed and averted Gale’s gaze entirely, like she could not believe she’d just bared her soul to someone so fully. She almost looked embarrassed. The song was the most vulnerable he’d ever seen Taph be, and the fact that the sorceress was willing to be so vulnerable with him? Gale just might fall in love with her. “Yeah, so. That’s the song. I hope it helps.” Taph told him awkwardly, and he saw the familiar look in her eyes like she wanted to retreat as quickly as possible. 

“Helps?” Gale said with an incredulous laugh. “Taph, it was wonderful. I am honored to have had such a lovely song written about me. Knowing you feel this way…it certainly makes me feel better.” He reached over to her and took her hand in his gently, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. 

“Okay, good. I’m glad. I didn’t know how else to tell you without feeling like I wanted to burst into flames and die from embarrassment.” Taph laughed softly.

“What is there to be embarrassed about, sweetheart? You’re human–so to speak– emotions are part of humanity, whether we like it or not,” Gale chuckled. “Look at me?” 

His request was gentle, but he wanted to look into Taph’s eyes as he was as vulnerable with her as she’d just been with him. “For what it’s worth, I feel the same way you do. I want us to have it all. Everything you sang about and more. Nothing would give me greater pleasure,” He smiled at her. “May I be so bold as to ask to kiss you?” 

Taph chewed on her lip for a moment, but a smile was blooming on her face as she nodded. Gale’s heart did another backflip as his eyes lowered to her mouth, and he reached out to cup her face in his free hand. Gale leaned forward, averting his gaze back to her eyes only for a brief moment to give her an opportunity to change her mind. Instead he was met with Taph leaning in, and their mouths connected in a soft, sweet kiss moments later. 

Gale’s heart soared. Kissing Taph was even better than he’d imagined it to be, and now that he’d done it once, he never wanted to stop. This woman had him under her spell completely, and Gale felt like the luckiest man alive. 

[rottenpumpkin13]

I wanna hop on this LOVE TRAIN WOOOOOO!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 🚂 🚂

I wish I could give you the world’s biggest hug rn <333 (okay, okay, imagine that CC scene, right, with Zack hugging Angeal? That’s me to you!). I don’t think I’ve really ever gotten the chance to express how much I love your blog, your writing, your art (beautiful 😭) and your general personality <333 You have a absolute gift for humor, and legit I’ve never once passed a post of yours without breaking into a big, sloppy smile <333 You’ve helped get me through hard days- for real. Even if it’s just the Bois being total and utter morons, binging your headcanons and vlogs and everything in between has made me laugh on days when I couldn’t. There’s just something so infectiously joyous and loving and genuine about all your posts- and I admire it with all my heart <333 You being all the characters to life in such a wonderful, wonderful way- I know it sounds cliche as heck but i don’t know how else to articulate it :,3 They all feel like a family- their bonds feel so real: Seph is so sympathetic, funny, and lovable; you give Gen and Angeal more personality than they ever had in the games- just the most likable bros ever xD <3 Angeal is so dorky and real and Genesis both retains his sharp personality, but also has a kindness and empathy that little to no one truly ever portrays just right. It’s brilliant and perfect <3 Zack is both precious but not an idiot- still strong and independent. And Cloud is just a champ! I just… love it so much, Pumpkin <333 I think your universe is lowkey my favorite interpretation of the Firsts’ dynamic. You have a way of masterfully wielding the most snort-inducing humor, the warmest and coziest fluff, and the most gut-wrenching angst all at once (I mean Caroling at the Gallows….? 😭😭❤️). It’s an unbelievably hard thing to be able to be so well-rounded with genres but you do it effortlessly. It’s amazing. It’s incredible. And so are you <333 For real, so you’re so kind and supportive and appreciative of everyone around you. I’m so, so sorry that life isn’t returning that kindness to you :((( I know it will soon tho ❤️ And we’ll continue to have your back until it does!

You’re an absolute gift to this fandom and this site. Ty for being you, Pumpkin <333 I know I’m not the only one whose life you make actively better around here!

I think I read this message a total of six times before it actually sunk in, because LOOK WHO'S TALKING. IF IT ISN'T THE VERY SEPH+ZACK WRITER WHO INSPIRED ME TO START POSTING IN THE FIRST PLACE 😤💗💖

I don't even know where to begin with this. Everything you said made my jaw drop and my heart feel warmer than the flames of Nibelheim fanning Cloud's skin as he lay there watching Sephiroth in the distance cookies when you take them out of the oven 🥹🔥

Coming from you this means so so much, and I'm currently smiling so hard my cheeks hurt 😶❤️

You're so incredibly supportive and kind to those around you and I'm so lucky that we ended up in the same fandom 💖🥹

[anifave07]

The lessons i learned after watching "The Wind Rises" by Hayao Miyazaki

Introduction

there are so many movies that i watched but this one makes me rethink my idea of what it means to live.

and so today i want to share what i learned from this movie

and this is my review

WHY TRY TO LIVE?

In The Wind Rises, we follow a young boy named Jiro Horikoshi (based off an engineer of the same name) through his life in the 1920s to the 1930s. Jiro has been in love with aircrafts ever since he was a young boy. He ends up working with a company that makes airplanes for the government, in the beginnings of something called the second world war, you might have heard of it. From here we follow his journey throughout the ten years, and his attempts and failures at creating his dream airplane.

This movie and its story gave me a new perception of what it means to live. It shows in great detail, the beauty of having a dream in the contrast of darkness that parts of the world can be.

We see Jiro struggle and fail, we see his mental health dwindle with that failure. We get to see him find a new reason to live, igniting his passion for life once more. This story isn’t the most spectacular and it certainly isn’t the most fantastical of the rest of Miyazaki’s movies. But that's why this movie felt so much more real to me. It wasn’t something I could directly relate to on the surface, but the messages throughout struck a chord.

"The Wind is rising", we must try to live, is a phrase we must not take lightly. You can find your own meaning in that phrase, or just take it as is. It expresses that life has joy, it has uplift in many ways. The man in Paul Valery’s poem sits in a graveyard, surrounded by death. Yet the ocean is beautiful and expansive. The Wind uplifts him as he is filled with the joy of life. We can either decide to be cynical and bitter and stay in the graveyard waiting for death, or we can look to the sea, try to find what brings us rewarding inspiration and follow it.

Jiro Horikoshi meets his idol Giovanni Caproni for the first time, as their dreams collide with one another.

 lets think about it differently than the direct message: What if you were told you only had 10 more years to live? Can you think of how you would want to live the rest of your life? What would you want to leave behind?

You can’t depend on hope for the future, no matter how bleak that sounds. And that’s exactly what this film is expressing. Many things in Jiro’s life did not go as he planned, he didn’t expect to have to build a machine that would kill hundreds, and he didn’t expect to fall in love only to have them pass away. Though it may be bleak, this message isn’t a bad thing. Depending on the future is merely waiting for something that doesn’t exist. The wind is rising, and so must you. You must try to live. You may only have ten more years, so what do you want to do with your time?

CONCLUSION

If you have yet to watch this movie, I can’t recommend it enough. Especially in the last year and the next to come, life is certainly wearing us all down. I felt inclined to watch this movie again and dive deeper into the roots of it. It’s definitely one of the more personal and farthest emotional depth Miyazaki has reached in his movies. There’s so much more you can say about The Wind Rises, but this is just my thoughts. See what you can find for yourself.

Life is short, but the wind still rises, so we must try to live.