#and they're so fun too that at least once every day i laugh so hard my face turns red and my tummy hurts

[sleepless-crows]

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[goldsbitch]

Blink Once

Lando thought taking care of his twin daughters would be the hard part. Turns out, he can manage. Now, figuring out which one is which - that's a whole different story.

2k word count warning: none - domestic, fluff, fun stand alone part of Norris Family Polaroids

The room is in a state one could describe as a battlefield. Tiny clothes, diapers, creams, powders and God knows what scattered everywhere. There is also an intense stare down happening between the two pairs of blue eyes and one set of greenish. The latter belong to Lando, the former to his dearest offspring. The most adorable duo of little girls that he had ever seen. Every since they were born, he's been getting random streaks of immense pride throughout the day. That is until now, when he is staring at the two little grinning demons, holding a green sock in one hand a purple one in the other. Normally, he'd be overjoyed that he had managed to keep the two happy and not crying for so long. Y/N has gone out to much needed and postponed catch up with another adult, that's not Lando or anyone they're related to. It was his first time alone with the kids. He needed to prove it to her, and himself, that he can do it.

One of their daughters was expected, the other one was a happy surprise. To say taking care of two, instead of one, was a challenge for the new parents would be an understatement. Sleep deprived Lando was begging silently for his daughters to give him at least a clue to solving his latest fuck up. Identical twins. Y/N was so terrified of mixing them up, that the color designated socks and clothes were established right from the beginning. Olivia has green, Maya purple. Right?

He sighs dramatically, standing in the middle of the nursery and trying to recall which one had which pairs of socks on.

"Oh, how great of you that you can sit on your own now," he proclaims to the two, who keep beaming back at him, blabbering and apparently finding this very amusing. "If you could just magically learn how to talk now and tell me which one is which, that would be a-mazing!"

Nothing. Obviously. They have a long way to go to be able to do that. He tries to retrace his steps one more time. He put one on the changing dresser, that must have been the one with the green socks and went on to grab the other one to put her -on the left? Or was it right? He curses himself in creative swear words for taking the socks off so mindlessly.

It might be humiliating, but Lando is self-aware enough to have somewhat expected something like this to happen. He checks the shared note he and Y/N have. Ok - so it's right, Olivia is green and Maya purple. Great. Now which one is which?

He decides to sit them down in the living room - most likely mixing them once again, but what difference does that make now, he thinks.

He holds the two socks in front of their faces. This works with dogs, it must work with children too. He tries to brush over the fact he just compared his heirs to an animal.

"So, which one do you like better? Hm? You must have developed some sort of notion of which colour is yours at this point, right?" he speaks is sarcastic baby voice as the girls keep on laughing. Lando frowns. "This is not some sort of game, ladies. For all I know this might be the grounds for a divorce and your villain origin story." Nothing. No reaction to the socks, they just keep looking at him. Adorably.

He starts to properly panic now. Calls himself a shit parent, immature dad and just plain stupid idiot. Y/N is gonna kill him. He has to fix it somehow.

He tries different approach. "Olivia? Olivia, is it you? Blink twice if you’re Olivia. I’ll settle for a burp!" he speaks to the one on the left. It's like this child has stopped needing to blink completely. "So you're Maya?" he asks and figures the response of her hand reaching up must be enough to confirm her identity. He turns to the daughter on the right. "So, you're Olivia? Does that sound familiar?"

He is going to explain this to them one day, it's going to be a very funny story of how their father fucked up their whole life. Mixed them up so much that they end up becoming drug addicts. Oh, God. He is truly spiraling. Were they born with a destiny he’s now sabotaging by switching them? Or not switching them?

"Okay, Team Chaos. Maya, blink once. Or just scream, because that’s your go-to answer for everything anyway." He watches them intently and finally sees a blink! And immediately another one from the other child. He groans and puts his head in his hands. After a moment spent in a pit of despair, he comes back to reality with new found determination. He is a father, their father. His instincts must work. He picks one up and in the air and examines her intently. Turning her left, right and upside down. And then the second one. He's got nothing. These kids are point to point exact copies of each other.

As a typical young parent, he turns to internet for help. And as per usual, he finds zero reliable advice to go with. No - there is no secret birthmark on one of them. No, they both have identical eye color. No, there is no difference in their teeth. In amidst of all of this, he panic buys a fingerprint kit and full on plans on preventing this from happening in the future.

He comes back to stare at his kids, who are uncharacteriscally quiet, calm and content. As if they know that for the first time in weeks, he does not need their help to achieve chaos in his mind.

He calls the one person who is smart, won't probably laugh too much in his face, won't tell Y/N on him and might understand his parent panic.

Max Verstappen picks up after third dial.

"Lando!" he greets him cheerfully. At least someone is having a good time. "What's up? How's the new parent life looking out for you?"

Lando gets to the point straight. He is after all running out of time. "I've mixed up the twins. Don't laugh. I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean, you’ve ‘mixed up’ the twins?" the Dutchman asks.

Lando rolls his eyes, how does one not understand the simple premise. "I mean, I was changing their diapers, I took their socks off, and now I don’t know which one is Olivia and which one is Maya. I’ve stared at them for an hour, and they’re just...Point to point the same."

Max bursts out laughing on the other end of the line, a loud, unfiltered laugh that makes Lando cringe. He waits for the inevitable to end and lets him speaks first.

"So I assume you're alone with them? Is Y/N out of the house?" Why is that important, Lando does not understand.

"Yes. I’m serious, Max! They’re identical. Identical! It’s like trying to tell apart two...marshmallows. Two tiny, giggling, adorable and judgmental marshmallows who know I’m losing it and find it hilarious."

It seems that Max is finally somewhat on board with the seriousness of it all. "Right. So what’s the plan? Are you just gonna call them ‘Baby One’ and ‘Baby Two’ until Y/N gets home?"

Lando pinches the top of his nose in frustration. "Max, I need to solve this. If I don’t figure this out, Y/N will kill me. She was already paranoid about this happening, and now I’ve gone and done it. I mean, what if I ruin their entire lives, Max? What if they grow up thinking they’re each other-"

Max is solution oriented. So he jumps into interrupting the young father, because he might have just got on forever.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Let’s think this through. Did you check for a birthmark? Sometimes one of them will have a birthmark or something small that’s different."

Lando groans loudly. "No birthmark, no physical difference, Max, my kids look identical and I can't recognize them apart at all!"

"Hm," he stops to think, Lando stops to think and hopefully the whole world stops for a moment so he can fix his cardinal mistake. "What about… I don’t know, their personalities? Isn’t one supposed to be louder than the other?"

Lando appreciates the idea, first good one. Sadly, not a helpful one. He keeps staring at menace his children are. "They’re both loud. And they both cry at the exact same time, like they’ve rehearsed it. I think they’re doing this on purpose to mess with me."

"At least you can be sure you're the father," Max rhetors and laughs again.

"Not funny," Lando gritts his teeth.

"Well, I’d mess with you too if you were my dad."

"MAX."

"Okay, fine, fine. Why don’t you just pick one, call her Olivia, and call the other one Maya, and just stick with it? What’s the worst that could happen?" he tries to calm Lando, but it backfires masivelly.

Lando is now pissed at Max as well. The guy has kids far apart in age to obviously not understand the gravity of the situation. And he's more that willing to make him understand. "The worst? The worst! I’ll tell you the worst. What if they figure it out when they’re older and I’ve been calling Olivia ‘Maya’ for years? What if Maya’s like, ‘Wow, Dad, you didn’t even know who I was?’ And Olivia’s like, ‘I always knew I was the favorite.’ And then they hate me forever and end up in therapy, and the therapist is like, ‘Your father was a moron who couldn’t even tell you apart."

"That… sounds like a lot of "future you" problems."

Lando start to pray silently to all the gods he's aware of. "Future seems pretty damn close, given Y/N probably comes home any minute now."

And that's when he hears the door open. Fuck.

"Just wait when they're teenagers and start switching on purpose," is the last he hears from Max before hanging up indefinitely. Lando freezes, the phone slipping from his hand and landing on the carpet with a soft thud. His eyes dart between the door and the two grinning culprits, who have now decided to crawl toward each other and share in their apparent victory. He whispers under his breath, “Traitors. Both of you.”

He gets up automatically, the plan now being wooving Y/N, the mother of his devil children, out by his adorableness. It worked when he was trying to get to agree to go on a first date with him, it has to work now. He wonders into the kitchen, where he sees her putting some box of pastries onto the counter.

"Hello, my love," he attacks and immediately steps all over to her personal space. Hand on her cheek, the other one on her hips and he locks them in a kiss. He's not fully certain it works, but it earns him a pleased smile. Baby steps - no pun intended. "So, what did you do?" He know already, coffee date with a bestie, bla bla bla, but he needs to buy himself some time. She tells him anyway and he is pleased to her happy, for the last time in their lives probably. Oh, what a nice journey this has been. He gets lost in the love-filled thoughts that he temporarily forgets about his predicament.

She kisses him gently one more time and flashes a look into the living room. "Look at them, so happy." Fuck, that was quick. It was foolish of him to rely on the fact Y/N might just forget about their kids. "How’s everything going? Did the girls behave?"

Behave. Right. The girls behaved perfectly. It was him who had descended into chaos.

"Yeah! All good on that front. We're a great team!" he responds, maybe too enthusiastically. He is certain this was the last time she's left him alone with the them, until they're able to identify themselves on their own. It was fun while it lasted. The pit of despair in his stomach is growing.

"It makes me so happy to see you all having fun," she says and it's the kind of relaxed smile he hasn't seen on her face for weeks now.

"Honey, do you wanna take a nap or some alone time in the bedroom?," he asks sincerely, casually tangling their hands together. "Looks like some time off suits you." This is not said as a part of his salvage plan. It is actually really nice to see her rested for once. She looks at him sheepishly.

"You're amazing, you know that?" she whispers, several positive emotions written all over her face.

"Keep focused on that," he says before he can stop himself. Fuck once again. He freezes. She winces, her spidey senses on. He glance is averted to the children now.

"Lando, did something happen?" she asks, suddenly worried.

This time Lando looks over at the girls, who are still preocuppied by themselves. "No, all good. Look at them, all content." And mixed up, he thinks, but does not add that.

Y/N does not look conviced and goes over to check up on them herself. He does not stop her. It was bound to happen anyway.

He's an adult. Knows well enough from his high demanding job that fessing up to a mistake is ultimately better than have someone find out. Deep breath in. Here goes everything.

"I don't know which one is which," he says and lets the reality of it sink in. Y/N looks at him with eyes wide out. He continues. "I was changing their diapers, took the socks of and then forgot which one is which. I'm sorry."

She stares at him, then at the girls and right back at him. To add some gravitas to it all, the kids are now playing with both socks. Lando is pretty sure the blood stopped flowing in his veins. He tries to calculate how long it's going to take him to pack his stuff up. Y/N kneels down to level with the girls and smiles at them. Lando's fighting the urge to take a photo, so that he can remember what having a family felt like. Then she picks up the child sitting on her left.

"Hi, Olivia," he mumbles and puts the sock on accordingly. Lando does not compherend. "Hello, Maya," she continues and repeats her action. Has his wife just decided which one is which and moved on? He could have done that minutes ago! He stays silent as he takes careful steps toward his family. Y/N stands up as well and looks at her disheweled husband.

"Olivia's got little tiny dimples," she says simply to provide some explanation.

"What?" is the only response Lando is capable of giving her. She waits with a sneaky smile as he comes over to them and examines the girls one more time. After a moment, he speaks again. "You're lying."

She laughs and dismisses that. "No, I'm not, look." Lando still can't see a damn difference, but decides on believing Y/N. "How do you-"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I guess it's mom instincts." Lando is stunned at how casual she is about this all. Just like that, she goes back to unloading her back to the kitchen. Lando's heartbeat slowly goes down to the normal a human is suppose to have and turn to watch Y/N. When he's sure that she in fact not being sarcastic, does not seem to be mad at him and confirms that he might just have survived this all and gets to keep access to his family, he walks over her to cherish her once again.

"I'm so sorry, I was really trying to avoid doing that," he apologizes, still not quite done being guilty. "I know you were afraid of this."

She turns to him with a smile. "It was bound to happen eventually. I was really worried about that when we came back from the hospital," she glances at the little girls lovingly. "I'm with them so much that I guess I started to see the tiny, miniscule differences. Don't feel bad not doing so," she walks over to him to be the one doing the comforting.

"If you want me to keep them straight, we’re gonna have to tattoo their names on their foreheads. I’m kidding. Kind of."

She chuckles. "Yeah, do that and you are dead."

He shakes his head. "Always dismissing my genius ideas."

"And always will be, honey," she leans over and kisses him. Just like that, the perfect moment is over. Sounds of crying creeping in from the living room. Y/N sighs into their kiss.

Lando looks at his two identical, mischievous daughters, he can’t help but smile. He may not have a clue what he’s doing, but one thing’s for sure. Life with these two is going to be anything but boring.

"Go lie down, honey. I got this," he notes and this time Y/N nods back at him.

[werecreature-addicted]

Do you mind doing an NSFW alphabet for jock werewolf? :^

Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

He's bad, if he bit you or hit you too hard he'll clean up any bad injuries but if you're not bleeding, or bruised, he's leaving basically as soon as his knot goes down. if he's had a long game he'll lie down with you for a little while and cuddle for a little bit. he's sweeter when he's tired.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

he loves your eyes, he likes how wide they get when you're surprised or how pretty you look when you cry. on him he likes his arms and hands, they're big and veiny, he knows you like how they look and he's more than happy to flex for you, or wrap those big arms around your neck.

Cum (anything to do with cum…basically, I’m a disgusting person)

He either cums inside of you, knotting you and blowing his load deep in you, or he's cumming on your face and hair, the bigger mess he makes the better, he likes humiliating you.

Dirty secret  (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty Fetish. He steals your dirty underwear to smell as he jerks off, or cum in your underwear and makes you wear them all day with his wet cum pressing against you all day long, sticky and uncomfortable. Once he stuffed your underwear in your mouth as a makeshift gag and he whispers in your ear asking you if you like tasting yourself while he fucks you.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's hot! He's popular! he's got a big dick! he gets around. He's got plenty of experience.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy or collapsed doggy. he likes being in control and shoving your head down as he fucks you from behind and spanks you. Sometimes he gets lazy and makes you ride him but he gets impatient pretty quick and rolls you over so he can fuck you at a faster pace. He also likes fucking you against a wall, holding you up with your legs over his arms while he drops you down on his cock over and over again.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He loves to tease you and will laugh if you do anything silly. A little humor doesn't kill the mood for him.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Look me in the eye. He's a werewolf. every inch of him is covered in thick dark hair. his "bush" is a full jungle, he's not going to shave and no one on earth can make him. He showers a lot though, so at least all that hair is clean.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

 Again, I think we all know my thoughts on how romantic he is. He might make you say "I love you" but that's only to make fun of you. He loves to kiss with tongue so that's kind of romantic, I guess. If you're looking for flowers and candles, he is not your man.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off pretty often. He's got a high sex drive and sometimes it's just easier to take care of it himself. He almost always takes a video of him stroking himself to send to you, You can always tell when he's horny and jerking himself off because your phone is blowing up. Not just videos and pictures but texts detailing what he wants to do with your pretty body and begging for pictures or at least a few dirty texts he can use to get off.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's a huge Sadist, who loves to degrade, humiliate, and hurt. He doesn't like floggers or whips, he usually only hits you with the palm of his hand.

Marking, obviously, he likes to bite you and leave hickeys. but writing too, he'll write "whore" or "bitch" across your face or chest with makeup or markers. Just to claim you as his a little more

Breeding/ creampies, again werewolf, what do you want from me

Dacraphilia, like I said earlier, he loves to make you cry whether it be from pain or pleasure.

Slight corruption/innocence kink. for him it's not so much about taking your innocence as it is, other people think you're demure and pure while you slut yourself out for him and show him how dirty you really are.

Exobisinism and public sex, tied back to the innocence thing, he likes stopping away your public image as a shy little nerd and revealing how depraved you're willing to be for him. and he knows he's hot, he likes showing off his big cock and how well he can make you cum.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The school locker room or the back of his car

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever he's had a good game or a solid workout when the adrenaline is running high. it also gets him hot seeing you sweating, even if it's just a hot day out. Also, well, he's a werewolf, he does go into Ruts, when he's in heat like that breathing in the wrong way will get him hard.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He's pretty open to experiment, but he doesn't like toys. He like deep, raw, primal sex. Not cheap vibrators or fuzzy pink handcuffs. God help you if he catches you with a dildo, what? his cock isn't good enough for you? You need some silicone bullshit? he's going to murder you in the bedroom tonight.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. almost exclusively receiving. He loves the way you suck his cock. He will eat you out if you aren't wet enough for his liking, or if he really fucked up and needs to make it up you. Or really, if you're too tempting for him to resist getting a taste of you. So... really it's like 50/50

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and hard. he's fast, chasing his orgasm eagerly and openly from the second he sinks into you. the only time he really slows down is if he's teasing you and edging you.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves a quickie. He'll pull you into a semi-private space to fuck you in between classes or when you have a free moment. something fast and rough, just how he likes it.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's mostly willing to try anything you're into and he's typically the kind of guy who would try anything once. However, asking is the hardest part. He will never give in right away, instead teasing you and mocking you for wanting to try out something so gross and kinky, even if you're just telling him you have a praise kink. Eventually, though he gives in and starts experimenting with whatever it is you wanted to try. If he's not into it, he'll just tell you it's not his thing, and you're a freak for wanting to try it out. If he likes it, all mockery stops and he just acts like nothing happened as he integrates this new kink into playtime.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

 His stamina isn't bad but it's nothing superhuman or anything. With his knot, you sort of have a forced break in between rounds but he can usually go two or three rounds before he gets tired. and he lasts a good while, at least long enough to make you cum. if you want to try out "stamina practice" he'd be down.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

like I said toys are not for him. he doesn't like to use them on you or himself really. if you convince him to try bondage he might get some ropes or restraints but that's the closest he gets.

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

:) if you are interested in how much the werewolf jock bully likes to tease please check out other entries in this series. No, but seriously, he lives to mock and deride you. He loves to deny you orgasms and make you beg like a bitch in heat for his fingers or his dick.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not loud but he's mouthy. Always muttering something dirty in your ear while he fucks you. He snarls and growls too especially when he's close to cumming.

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He claims to sleep around a lot and have a bunch of people on his roster but usually, if he finds a good fuck who can tolerate his annoying personality and high sex drive he stays with them for a long time and only sleeps with them. So he might tell you that you're lucky he called you up this time, or that he's busy fucking some other chick. he's lying, he's only sleeping with you right now.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Red and veiny with a pointed tip he presses right against your cervix. He's around 10-11.5 inches when he's hard his knot takes up the lower 1/4th of his cock, huge hairy balls that are always full of hot werewolf cum for you to take,

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

very high. he likes to have sex at least once a day but prefers more than that. if he has it his way he'll be fucking you 4 or 5 times a day but you have "responsibilities" or whatever. when he's in heat if he's not dead asleep he's thinking about sex and craving it, even then he might have a wet dream and wake up needy and desperate.

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

a good orgasm makes him sleepy, especially if he's already tired from something else, but usually he doesn't fall asleep right after sex, especially because he usually likes to fuck in locker rooms and secluded parts of the woods. not ideal napping spots.

[gowns]

this train of thought (which is a frequent one) brought to you by this day with my neurodivergent 7 year old:

i pick her up from school and she immediately launches into a story about a birthday party that she went to yesterday with her dad, mid thought "--and chloe and i were up in the treehouse and were sooo scared and then miss robin had to bring us down but i didn't want to go down that way so i went down by myself but then chloe was helped down and the treehouse moved every time we moved and i think a treehouse would be fun except maybe not if it shakes and moves" etc etc etc. she gets angry at her little sister if she interrupts the monologue at all.

then she's growling because she's hungry (both of my kids do this, mile a minute talking when i pick them up, followed by an abrupt shift into whining, yelling, crying, sobbing that they're hungry)

then we are home, where she MUST have a plate of caprese open faced sandwiches on sliced baguette with fresh mozzarella, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, tomatoes and basil

she must sit at this little table and watch her favorite tv shows and eat her caprese. this is her after-school routine. today she is laughing especially hard at this wild kratts episode she's seen like 4 times before.

i notice that she has taken off her pants.

after the tv is off, i ask her to try on some clothes i got for her -- after all, she has her pants off already. she takes off her pajama top, and now she's mad she took off her pajama top.

now she's just naked and mad. there's about an hour of this. she's mad because she's not wearing clothes, but she also doesn't want to put on clothes, and she's mad at any suggestion of putting on clothes ... eventually, she's just in a fetal position growling and crying. i sit with her a bit and rub her back, go away for a bit, come back for a bit and talk to her, so on and so on. she keeps climbing into my lap and saying she wishes she could wear me instead of clothes, then melts back down into a ball on the floor.

eventually, i've pleaded with her enough ("can you please at least put a shirt on") that she's amenable to me putting a shirt on her. bribes of cookies and visibly googling "bakeries that make cookies" perk her up a bit, too.

["sweet treats" are a special interest for her. she really likes kids baking shows. she might get into baking eventually. (she still finds it very stressful and messy every time she tries. but i do like to do it with her sometimes.) sweet treats are a bigtime motivator for her.]

i get some pants on her.

many many minutes later we are putting our shoes on and headed to the car. we drive to the bakery.

we step outside and it's soooooo cold for her. (it is 64 degrees. i am also sensitive to temperature but grinning through it in a long sleeve shirt and pants. she's wearing a long sleeve shirt, sherpa hoodie, thick pants, and boots.) she clings to me and says we can't do anything, it's too cold.

ok. well. "sweet treat!" "omg sweet treat!" we are at the bakery. EXTREME DELIBERATION between cookie types. apologetic looks at the cashier. eventually a chocolate chip cookie marshmallow sandwich is decided on.

we go to the park -- "sooooo coooold!" and "how come my little sister can just run around the park and she's not dressed warm and it's fine for her??" and "how come she is the most annoying person in the world and makes the most annoying sounds and is always just so THERE and so ANNOYING!" she doesn't want to play so we just cuddle.

we hop in the car and go home -- they're happy, they've had their cookies, and the car is warm.

once we're home, minor meltdowns around dinner choices. my younger one eventually eats slices of bread and pieces of cheese, and the older one (hallelujah) eats a new kind of ravioli.

my 7 year old pulls out her homework and starts crying just looking at it. i tell her that she had a tough day and she doesn't have to do it. she says "no, i WANT to do it. it's just that i am having a HARD TIME DOING IT. but i don't want to put it away. i want to just sit down and do it. but it's making me angry."

she works herself up into big sobs, despair -- "i just can't! it's horrible! i want to tear it up! homework is either too easy or too hard! mommy, why is everything too easy or too hard, all the time??? nothing is ever just... regular!!!"

i pat her back and do some breathing with her and tell her it's ok, i get it. i get her some kombucha. (my kids love kombucha.) the kombucha helps break the negative cycling. i talk her through some problems.

once she gets on track, she finishes all 10 pages of homework in less than 8 minutes. correctly.

she gives me a hug and says "thank you for helping me." she goes to a corner of her room and does a book of word searches for fun and relaxation.

i run the bath for her -- she doesn't want to go in, until i show her i'm running extra hot water into it now, so it will be warm for her. she really hates having to take a bath; the whole process of getting naked then wet then dry then having to put on more clothes. boy do i get it. but it's also a part of our bedtime routine, and they have a difficult time sleeping if we haven't done everything in order.

and the thing is, in general:

i totally understand her.

she's just me when i was a kid.

when i gave her a hug after her homework meltdown, i said "i know it's hard, believe me. you know how i know?" and she said "yeah... we have the same kind of brain."

i said "yes! and i know how it feels like, when you can think about something very logically, like 'of course, my homework is just homework and i can do it no problem,' but then your emotions take over. it's like your feelings push the logic out of the way and start driving the car." she nodded emphatically.

"but feelings come and go, they don't last forever. see how it just felt so powerful and all-consuming? and now they're gone... and they'll come back, then they'll go away again... i know it's easier said than done, but just know that there are always ways to get back in control of the car, and i can always help you with that."

and i can help because we have the same brain!

how nice to have people in your corner. parents who understand...!

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a Companion Banter Episode One: Neve

Not sure how many of these I will do but I wrote a BUNCH of banter with every companion for my own writing challenge so y'all are just gonna have to bear with me or block the tag 'Rook companion banter'

Part 1 (Neve)| Part 2 (Bellara) | Part 3 (Davrin) | Part 4 (Harding) | Part 5 (Taash) | Part 6 (Emmrich) | Part 7 (Lucanis)

Little backstory for this character. His name is Calais Ingellvar, he's a Mournwatcher, and is referred to as a spirit guide, granted the power of a spirit of Mercy who saved him when he was just a baby, before he was found by Vorgoth in the Necropolis.

Cal has the ability to reach into the veil and speak with spirits as if they're standing right there, without them manifesting. He's also a very talented healer due to his empathetic abilities. His left leg was severely injured in the same attack that prompted the spirit of Mercy to save him as an infant, and the injury never healed right. He walks with a cane/staff to help him get around better. He has two pet rats, and is romantically interested in Lucanis.

If you want more details, he has a whole post to himself here!

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Calais: “Neve, how about a game?” Neve: “A game? What sort of game?” Calais: “Two truths and a lie. I tell you three things and you have to pick out which is the lie. I played it with Vorgoth all the time.” Neve: “Alright, should be fun.” Calais: “You should be good at this, by all accounts. Being a detective and all.” Neve: “We’ll see if you’re good at lying or not.” Calais: “Oh no, I’m awful. Vorgoth used to beat me at it all the time.”

Neve: “I once solved a case involving a dowager, a dog and a drug dealer.” Calais: “Sure.” Neve: “I only ever eat fried fish.” Calais: “Problematic, but continue.” Neve: *light chuckle* “I like reading historic novels.” Calais: “Ohh, I don’t know. The first one is true?” Neve: “It is.” Calais: “I haven’t seen you read any novels since we got to the Lighthouse.. but I’ve also not seen you eat anything other than fried fish.” Neve: “So which will it be?” Calais: “I’m going with the fish one isn’t true. At least I hope it’s not.” Neve: “You got it. I also eat vegetables. Sometimes.” Calais: “Well, thank the maker for that.”

Neve: “I like to play chess.” Calais: “Oh are we playing again? Hit me.” Neve: “I once staked out a case for a full two weeks.” Calais: “Right.” Neve: “Maybe I don’t hate that Lucanis is introducing me to a richer and more varied diet.” Calais: “Honestly, me too. He is a very good cook.” Neve: “He is.” Calais: “I say the stake out is fake.” Neve: “Right again. I must not be very good at lying.” Calais: “This one was easy. I’ve seen you play chess with yourself and others. And I see you gorging on Lucanis’ food every day.” Neve: “What can I say? It’s good.” Calais: “It is.”

Calais: “I have a spirit grandma.” Neve: *laughing* “What?” Calais: “My father is some kind of eldritch creature potentially thousands of years old.” Neve: “I think I see what’s happening.” Calais: “I once spoke to Andraste herself in a dream.” Neve: “Ohh, this one is hard! I don’t know. The second one is true for sure. The first one could very well be true… but the third one happened to me as well. Hmm..I’m going to go with the first one isn’t true.” Calais: “Is that your final answer?” Neve: “Well that doesn’t bode well. Is the first one true?!” Calais: “Yes it is. Her name is Nana.” Neve: “And the dream of Andraste?” Calais: “It wasn’t a dream. I accidentally took some of Myrna’s special incense and burned a little too much of it. It was.. enlightening.” Neve: “Damn, got me on a technicality!”

Neve: “So what did Andraste say to you? When you burned Myrna’s incense?” Calais: *laughing* “It wasn’t anything interesting, I assure you.” Neve: “Well, I asked, didn’t I?” Calais: “You did. Very well, if you must know, she told me about the dangers of not washing behind your ears before she morphed into a giant mushroom.” Neve: *Snort* “Did she really?” Calais: “She made a very pretty mushroom.” Calais: “I killed a man in cold blood.” Neve: “Confessing your crimes in front of a detective?” Calais: “I grew up lonely and ostracized because I’m weird and don’t fit.” Neve: “Cal..” Calais: “I don’t hate myself for the simple fact I can’t keep up.” Neve: “Let’s not do this.” Calais: “Depression’s one hell of a thing.” Neve: “Now that one I know is true.”

Calais: “Did you eat my chocolate raisins?” Neve: “Oh, those were yours? Sorry.” Calais: “It’s alright. I took some of your anise flavoured treats instead.” Neve: “I thought some were missing. I guess we’re even then.” Calais: “I also took some fish for my rats.” Neve: “Well I knew about that one from the smell.” Calais: *chuckle* “Can’t keep anything hidden from our detective it seems.”

[j0kers-light]

currently thinking about j with an anemic gf ✊😔 i need a bf who can support me and my sleepiness and random lightheadedness 😫. i need a nap buddy 😪 and shout out to all my fellow people with rarer types of anemia that don’t just affect iron 😔😔✊

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

HUGE shout out for representation!! Anemia does not just affect iron levels. Let’s discuss in detail love. This one is personal. Cheers to the anemic gurls! As always, I hope you enjoy!

You’ve been diagnosed with anemia for years (not just assuming you have it and tossing the condition around like its a character trait🙄) Moving on.....

It’s more complex than just low iron levels in your case; you are literally fighting for your life since you lack blood cells. It messes up everything in some way shape or fashion.

For example 👀 Your heart needs blood and oxygen to function. No surprise it decides to stop working when its starved of those two key ingredients and its aggravated by heat.

As a result, you’re constantly sleepy/weak and Joker pokes fun at you for falling asleep mid conversation or during simple tasks.

You can't help it! You have limited energy and to compensate, you take lots of naps. One every day that last at least two hours although you can sleep for much longer.

(Chaos once slept for an entire day much to my family's horror. Back to the hc!)

Joker thinks its cute when you curl up somewhere and crash for hours at a time. All you need is a blanket and a cool environment and its a wrap. An earthquake couldn't wake you.

Joker loves to find you fast asleep because he can join you and be as clingy as he wants. Nap dates are 100% a thing in this relationship and they happen anytime, anywhere.

Since you're so weak, you need a strong protector. Joker turns you into a blanket burrito and then holds you like his personal teddy bear. Remember Joker walking into his meeting with you in his arms from No Disrespect? Same concept anon.

And let's not talk about how your anemia affects your menstrual cycle. Let's just not. Bottom line, you run the risk of being admitted to the hospital it’s that bad. True story. 👀

You had no reason to tell Joker about your medical conditions because HIPAA is a thing so he's completely unaware that you have severe anemia.

You have an extensive jacket and blanket collection and you wear hoodies year round. It makes for an odd sight in the summer.

Your hands are always cold to the touch and Joker asks if you're related to Mr. Fries. 🙄❄ J jumps in shock when you touch him unexpectedly they're that cold.

Joker loves to "warm up his Bunny" (I hc Joker running like a furnace so he is the perfect boyfriend if you're anemic!)

You forgot your jacket? Joker pulls you in for a hug. Too cold at night? Hehe well.... 😏

Joker doesn't like when you space out. You get this glassy look in your eye and it takes you a while to come after he calls your name multiple times. You just mentally check out.

That's your body not having enough blood cells to carry oxygen to your brain. You literally do a Windows shutdown before coming back online with a slurred "huh?"

You reassure Joker that you're fine but he's not convinced. 👀

You hate the summer. Period.

Joker thought since you're always cold, the warm temp would be perfect, but you refuse to go out if the weather is higher than 88 degrees.

Joker finds out why extreme heat + anemic!Y/n = disaster the hard way.

Joker dragged you out of the apartment to an outdoor event claiming that you needed some 'sun.'

You would enjoy the event were it not a record breaking 99 degrees outside. You are short of breath but Joker is having fun so you grin and suffer in silence.

The first hour is okay, your Fitbit doesn't send you any health alerts. However your condition can happen suddenly and without warning. Its only a matter of time before you go tap out.

One second your laughing at something Joker said, the next, you skip the lightheaded phase and enter the dangerous cardiac stage of your condition.

Joker's voice sounds fathoms away and the loud festival becomes background noise as your heart fails. Your smart watch is beeping like crazy and the sound of it steals Joker's attention away from scanning the crowd for threats.

You have that spaced out look that he doesn't like.

"Bunny?" Joker's own heart skips a beat when your eyes roll back and you faint into his arms.

People nearby scream at the sight and Joker was left in a pickle. Yes, he wants to get you medical attention, but he can't draw too much attention to himself while doing so. Every second is precious and he tries to keep a level head to think of what to do.

Thankfully the local EMTs have personnel nearby for these types of emergencies and they rush over. Poor Joker is pushed to the side as the professionals notice your medical bracelet and get to work.

Joker tried to remain calm as they shock your heart and then start an IV on you.

He shivers feeling the AC being pumped into the medical building onsite. You would love the cool temperature if only you were awake. What was wrong with his Light?

Did someone poison you while he wasn't watching? Were you sick and he hadn't noticed? Nothing was making any sense to him.

"You her spouse?"

Joker blinked in shock at the random question being asked. The EMT repeated the question until Joker nodded along.

Joker looked the part so the medic continued along.

"Okay... well she had another vasovagal syncope episode. You know the drill. Dehydration, her anemia upsets her heart and add in the extreme heat; here we are. We gave Y/n her normal cocktail of vitamins before she suffered an actual heart attack, but I suggest taking her home out of the heat and keep an eye on her. She'll be drowsy for the next few hours but nothing she's not used to. If she starts to regress, call 911. Uh sir? I’m not done!"

All Joker heard was heart attack before he rushed to your side.

Imagine his surprise seeing you sitting up on the medic cot, cracking jokes with the field nurse. You were fine compared to the bunny that collapsed into his arms almost two hour ago. The nurse was removing your IV line when you spotted Joker standing in the doorway.

You waved your empty juice box at him. "There's my lover boy! Look, they gave me orange juice!"

You have some explaining to do when he gets you home. There's no way this is normal to you.

sadly it is J. 🥹

[chansabsfanclub]

Han NSFW Alphabet

genre : suggestive smut, gender neutral reader

word count : 1477

warning : suggestive and some smutty content

A/N : Han is my bias so I had lots of fun with this, I'm sorry I took such a long break from writing, I hope you enjoy this addition to the NSFW collection.

After care : 

Jisung's super goofy and loving, giving lots of kisses all over his partners face.  He'll give compliments and cuddle them tightly, he wants to make sure they feel loved, while keeping the mood light and fun.

Body (favourite body parts) :

He loves his hands, how they look on his partners body and when they hold his partners neck and face.  Jisung would love his partners booty, he'll rub it and praise them about how hot they are and hold onto it tightly during sex.

Cum :

Messy when he cums, he loves cream pies but only if his partner is on birth control or has a kind of contraceptive, or anal.

Dirty secret :

He hides how Horny he actually is because he thinks it would scare his partner if they knew how much he jerked off and thought dirty thoughts.  Until eventually him and his partner got close enough where he didn't hide it anymore.

Experience :

This man will brag about how he has alllll the experience in the world, he makes it sound like he's the sex expert, but in reality he is relying on the corn hub for his information, and when he actually gets to the down and dirty part, he'll get awkward and make jokes to cope.  Very little experience in other words.

Favourite Position :

Doggy style all night, he can grip his partners ass, pull on their hair, fuck them as hard and roughly as he can, and he finds that the position makes him cum the hardest, it also helps him reach his partners most sensitive spot inside.

Goofy :

Jisung is extremely goofy, especially when it comes to sex, he'll sneakily go in for a motto boat, he'll be teasing and laughing and it helps his partners relax as well if they're nervous or shy, he's easy going and thats what helps make him so lovable.

Hair :

Jisung will do a complete shave every couple of weeks, then let it grow out, it's a lot of work to keep it constantly shaved down, so he has a little routine going where he'll take everything off and then let it grow out, then repeat.

Intimacy :

King of PDA, from making cute faces to holding hands and cuddling on a bus ride to home, he will actively show affection to his partner no matter what.  He has his limits though, cute PDA is good with him, anything sexy or promiscuous would make him too embarrassed and awkward.  

Jerk off:

He will find the time to do it every day at least once, maybe twice if he feels like it.  His sex drive is crazy and his horny levels are insane, so he's jerking off a lot which doesn't help his case.  Don't worry, he's not an addict.  Yet.

Kink:

He's not the most kinky out there, he has a few such as back scratched, he'll beg his partner to dig their nails into his back as he fucks them, as well as pet names and such.  He's pretty open to new things though.

Location:

Anywhere in the house with a solid surface.  You're taking a shower together?  He'll make you hold onto the wall for dear life.  In the kitchen making breakfast, prepare to be lifted onto that counter.  As long as there's no one else in the house Jisung will initiate something anywhere.

Motivation:

His motivation is his hormones, you could be sitting on the couch watching tv and turn him on.  His dick has a mind of its own, so in terms of motivation he will be motivated anytime there's an opportunity.

No :

Noooooo public sex, not for him and never will be, he'a a huge flirt but he also has his dignity he's not willing to risk just to get down and dirty.  He'll stay away from public spaces when it comes to naughty stuff, only closed off locked spaces will do.

Oral :

His best friend, hes a rapper his tongue knows how to move, he can do oral really well, and he also enjoys seeing your mouth wrapped around his dick as you suck him off.

Pace :

He can do any pace depending on the situation.  He's the master at quickies, and if it's slow and sensual you want he can do that too, but he might get carried away and fuck your brains out.

Quickies :

Jisung is down for a quickie anytime any day, his high sex drive needs tending and there's not always time to get sensual, quickies are his best friend.

Risk :

Is Ji the most risky person out there?  No, he'll get super embarrassed if someone were to walk in on something, so he keeps his risk fairly low just to keep SOME of his dignity.  But, he wouldn't be opposed to a quick blowjob under his studio desk to take his mind off his projects.

Stamina :

He has pretty good stamina, we've all heard him rap, his tongue can work miracles and he has enough stamina to make you cum on his face.  He can last around 15 minutes if it's slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie he'll get both him and his partner cumming in less than 5.

Toys :

He feels a but intimidated by them, he's 100% supportive if his partner wants to use them, but he'll get a bit scared if anything super extreme were to come out and be suggested.

Unfair :

He teases, I know he teases, you know he teases its a universal thing.  He'll be dangling sex in front of you like a feather toy to cats.  "Hmm, should I fuck you?  I don't think you'd like that.  I guess we won't fuck."  And other stuff like that.  

Volume :

Jisung is vocal, he's not screaming or anything, but he can't help but mutter out a "Yes baby" or "You feel so good". He'll even let moans slip out of his mouth as he gets closer to his release.

Wild Card :

"Hey Ji, I'm here, I stopped by the convenience store as well."  I called out to my boyfriend as I entered the studio.  It was late and Jisung was stuck on a song he desperately wanted to finish.  He had texted me to come keep him company since Chan and Changbin had already went back to the dorm.  

Jisung turned in his chair to face me and smiled widely.  "I'm so glad you're here!  This is killing me."  He fake cried and opened his arms for a hug.  I giggled at him and went over to hug him tightly.  I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer.  

I watched as he worked for a while, his shoulders would tense and then relax, and his face would scrunch and he'd hold his breath, eventually releasing it after finishing something.  He was super stressed, and I have an idea how to help him.

I got off his lap and slid under the desk, his face turned from confused to excited really quick.  "Baby, are you gonna..."  

"Shh, keep working."  I interrupted him, he went back to his project, my hands went to the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down slowly, he lifted his butt so I was able to brings them down to his feet, his dick in his underwear was already starting to get hard, it was just too easy with him.  

My hand gently rubbed his dick through his underwear, I could hear him let out a sigh as I pressed down lightly onto him.  My fingers teased at his underwear, slightly tugging them down just so his tip was showing, I brushed my thumb over it making him quiver slightly.

"I thought this was supposed to be a stress relief."  He jokingly said, his breath caught in his throat as I took his whole cock in my mouth.

X-ray :

Jisung gives off average dick energy.  He's my bias okay, so I'm being completely honest,  he doesn't have the biggest dick energy.  I'll give him 6 inches, with a bit more girth, but nothing crazy, he knows how to use it though, from all the jerking off.

Yearning :

He craves sex, we've been over this.  When it comes to sex drive he could make it from one side if Canada to the other.  

Zzz :

Passes out right away, after they've finished, he'd wrap his arms around his partner and cuddled them to sleep, passing out right away.

[xoxo-susu]

The ultimate guide to being coquette as a hijabi girlie

Being a coquette hijabi is so hard because so many of the key motifs (mini skirts/more revealing clothing, the literal meaning of the word, for example) go against what we believe in. But it's not impossible. So here are my personal favorite ways to be a coquette girlie without compromising my faith! (p.s thank you to @augusttheicedcoffeeaddict for reminding me to post this hehe ily)

Also!!! No hate to the coquette girlies who do wear mini skirts etc.

The white maxi skirt  🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Mini skirts are a staple in so many coquette outfits and so many people will try to make you think maxi skirts aren't cute but they're just haters. A cute sweater + a pleated or tiered white maxi skirt + some crafty layering has been such a lifesaving formula for me. Blouses work great for this too. And the things you can put on top of a white maxi skirt are endless. Pretty blouses, mini dresses, sweaters, sweatshirts, even cute tshirts with long sleeved shirts underneath. Same goes for denim skirts. I'm looking for one right now and I can't find any I like, but once I do I'll be unstoppable.

Bowssss 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Bows. Bows are THE coquette accessory. And, thank god, you don't have to wear a mini skirt to wear bows!

Put them on literally everything. If you want to put them on your hijab, you can use a safety pin to put it on the back of your head, or you could do what I usually do, which is put them in my hijab pins. Depending on the size you can make it as subtle as you want. I have a pinterest tutorial here. (The pic on the left is me!)

Heart shaped sunglasses 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Another coquette/vintage americana staple you can wear!

Berets 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Same thing!

Fuzzy white earmuffs 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

These are SOSOSO perfect for winter. (pic on the left is me again heh)

At home 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

So far, this has all been stuff just in the context of going out in public. At home, I highly recommend doing you hair in a coquette way and wearing things you can only have on in front of family. It's such a confidence booster. It's a bit of effort but it's so so worth it!

Her bedroom is the window into the girl's soul 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

The coquette aesthetic is way more than just the clothes and hair. So if you really want to feel coquette, try and make your room as coquette as possible. Put up some coquette posters on your wall. A lot of coquette posters are haramcore and some people don't like putting up faces on their wall, so here are some really cute pics for inspo :3

What's in your bag? 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Purses can make or break a good outfit. My biggest tip is to match them to your hijab. It pulls it all together. The last thing you want is for your hijab to feel like it's clashing with the rest of the outfit.

What's inside is important too! Inner beauty isn't just for living things. Keep whatever essentials you already have, plus lipgloss, a compact mirror bc no one's out here trying to have a bad hijab day, and a little bit of ribbon. Trust me about the ribbon.

Shoes!!! 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Please don't wear a super cute coquette outfit and then wear tennis shoes. Just don't. Mary janes, Doc M's, and ballet flats are all really good choices.

Ik I probably sound like I'm obsessing over tiny things, but you kinda have to bc when you're breaking the mold every little thing matters.

Lastly <3 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Last but not least, do not ever ever let people make fun of you. If you're a hijabi coquette girlie, you probably have some form of a muslim community, and they probably won't dress in your style. That was my case, and when I first started wearing mary janes and lace gloves I got SO made fun of. Not from the adults, but from my friends. One girl called my mary janes dorky and said they annoyed her every time she saw them. I think she expected me to laugh, but you just have to keep a straight face and say to their face that you thought that was rude. She never called me dorky again 🤷‍♀️

Take this post as a reminder that you can stay true to your faith while looking fabulous. If you have any questions pls pls feel free to ask anything. Ily all honeys, bye ♡

[putschki1969]

2024/09/21 Blog post by Wakana いよいよ明日です！！〜前髪と屋形船と鬼面角〜

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It's Finally Tomorrow！！〜Bangs, Houseboats and Cacti〜

Finally… Finally…The bud on my cactus has bloomed‼️(for reference, check out Wakana's Instagram post from Sep 13)

The flower of a Peruvian apple cactus!!! 🌼 It's beautiful…😭✨It really looks like the flowers of my Queen of the Night😊You can see how big it is compared to the palm of my hand. I'm so happy that such a big and beautiful flower has bloomed…😭✨I took a ton of pictures, so I'll post some today and the rest on another day (I want everyone to see them). I'll also post something on Instagram today, so please take a look at that too😊

Well, yesterday at the agency office, we had a final meeting for the upcoming FC event “Join Wakana! Houseboat Full-Course Tour”! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／We've prepared an event that everyone can enjoy together… so please look forward to it! ! (((o(ﾟ▽ﾟ)o)))

Also, I've used the opportunity of being at the office to once again take on a selfie challenge 📸 It's already been a month since I got my bangs…I'm finally getting used to them😊 (I changed my smartphone recently so now I have Totoro on the back). My bangs are currently at a length where they are starting to bother me since they get in my eyes *laughs* It's been a while since I had bangs and I know why because my bangs are stubborn and wavy so it's really hard to keep them straight 😅I've been struggling with it every day for the past month…(Yesterday, I finally styled my bangs properly for the first time in a while. The styling was so robust that my bangs didn't get messy even when I walked outside in the heat…) For everyday hairstyles, bangs are really convenient and fun to arrange, but they're a real hassle 😅And I realised it would be impossible to have my bangs down for a live show 😂 I feel like they'd start to lose shape within the first few minutes of a concert😂 So… after thinking about it for a long time…I decided to just let them grow out again 🤣🤣 Major fail. Everyone, I am sorry to tell you that tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be your last chance to see me with bangs😂 Please forgive me *laughs* Honestly, just thinking about a live performance is making me realise that bangs are just too difficult for me 😂

Last but not least, on my way home yesterday, I came across a lovely event taking place near my office, so here are some photos of it 📸 I have also posted a video on Instagram, so please check that out♡ (Wakana's Instagram post from Sep 20).

Even the entrance are for the event looked exciting😊 You can enjoy a drink on the grass while laying on a mat 😊The surrounding shops were also bustling. It was hot but everyone was drinking beer and having fun, I was jealous watching them 😊 I feel a little sad to see events like this and realise that the end of summer is near.

Those who have plans to join me on the houseboat tour, I'm looking forward to meeting you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! ! ＼(^o^)／

Until next time ☆( '▽')/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

2024/09/17 Instagram post by Wakana

I went to Odaiba 🚢🗽🌉 #LifeWithBangs (Source)

[thepenguinweeb]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could please get a JJBA match up for your Valentine’s Day event??

I’m an ENFJ personality type. I am pretty extroverted and can make new friends anywhere I go but I also like my quiet time at home! I’m told I’m really kindhearted and funny and I like to make jokes, especially sarcastic/witty ones. I’m super emotional and I feel everything REALLY deeply, I’m not afraid to cry over little things lol. I’m a total bookworm too! I’m definitely not adventurous and I love a good routine. My type in men is just anyone who has a big heart and is overall a good person.

I hope that’s enough info!! I LOVE your writing and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Happy early Valentine’s Day!!🫶🩷 thank you so much for this fun event!!

💌 Your Valentine Matchup is..

[ Mohammed Avdol !! ]

[ A/N : me when a writer I've liked for a while gives me a request. Me when said writer compliments my writing. Me when I realize we're MUTUALS ??? ]

[ Anyway don't mind my fangirling, always happy to write literally anything related to jjba !! Happy early Valentine's Day to you too and tysm !! Love your work aswell <33 ]

Dividers by @/cafekitsune !!

I feel like Avdol was a pretty obvious choice.. in my head at least! You want a man with a big heart? He's right there!

Avdol is a very social person. He's not exactly shy when it comes to strangers, he treats everyone with the same respect. And he's glad that you're the same!

Everywhere the two of you go, you're able to have fun and make friends. Avdol loves that, since it saves him the trouble of worrying about where to take you on dates.

That doesn't mean he does not care, though. He always makes sure to ask you where you want to go, what you want to do, etc. He never takes you anywhere he knows you won't be comfortable.

While Avdol likes to travel, he knows that sometimes all you need is a nice, quiet day at home. If you don't feel like going anywhere, he'll be more than happy to stay in with you.

The man appreciates good humour - it's something he'd look for in a partner. Therefore, he loves your witty jokes and sarcastic remarks. Even if none of the crusaders laugh at your joke, he's by your side, chuckling. If he feels like it, he makes a few good-natured remarks in return as well.

On that note, another thing he values in a relationship is a strong emotional connection. He doesn't mind that you're emotional - he likes that you're not afraid to show how you feel. He found that out quite quickly, when the crusaders decided to have a movie night and you cried over the death of one of the characters. He was the closest and most willing to comfort you, so that job was left to him. And since then, he'd never failed to comfort you whenever you felt bad about something.

Avdol is more than happy to make accommodations for your routine. He'll be quick to memorize it, and the first to scold the crusaders (or, anyone, really) if they somehow try to get in the way.

─ "Where's Y/N? I'm hungryyy.. we should be heading out to eat by now!"

─ "Have some patience, Polnareff. They're showering."

Uses the fact he's a fortune teller to his advantage for sure. Mostly for corny lines like "our love is written in the stars" or "I see my future more clearly when I look at you". But! If you want genuine fortune telling or tarot readings, he'll be more than happy to provide.

He's not the most touchy person. However, he does enjoy having an arm on your shoulder, or holding your hand every once in a while. He's a surprisingly good cuddler, though! Do what you will with that info.

The stars hung high above your head as you stumbled your way through the dirt path that led to you and Avdol's shared home.

Today was.. exhausting, to say the least. You worked hard all day and had to deal with Polnareff's usual antics on top of that.

You clumsily opened the door as soon as it was within reach and kicked your shoes off. You didn't even think much about how all the lights were off, or the eerie silence. You figured Avdol went to sleep earlier tonight.

But then you made your way to the dining room. Your favourite flowers' petals spread across the table, with some of your favourite food served on an intricate plate. The only sources of light were the small, but beautiful candles decorating the middle of the table.

And opposite to you sat the man you loved so dearly. And god, did he look magnificent, the candlelight lighting up his face in the most gorgeous way possible.

"Avdol.." your voice, even in this tired state, was soft as you looked over the sight. "This is.. amazing. Absolutely amazing."

His smile at your words warmed your heart more than anything.

"But.. what gives?"

The previous smile is quickly replaced by a confused expression and a raised eyebrow. But then, he looked you up and down to take in your disheveled appearance and seemed to understand.

"You must've forgotten." He spoke calmly. "It's the 14th."

That's when it clicks.

Goodness.. in the chaos of today and your current exhausted state, you'd completely forgotten it was Valentine's Day.

"Oh my god. Avdol, I'm sorry-"

"Don't." He quickly cut you off. "No need to apologize. I understand. Please, just sit down."

You nodded and did as he said. You felt a little more calm, now in the presence of your lover.

You eyed your food, and once you got a nod of acknowledgement from Avdol, you began to eat.

During your relationship, you'd learned quite a few new things about him.. and one of them happened to be the fact that he's a great cook!

Even so, the dish he made for tonight seemed to be curated extra carefully for this special occasion, and it showed.

After you'd finished, he took your hand in his, gently stroking your knuckles. "I couldn't plan anything extravagant, but.. happy Valentine's Day, my love."

"Avdol, this is perfect," you reassured him. "I don't want anything else. Trust me." You squeezed his hand. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too."

If you're wondering.. some of the runner-ups were Polnareff and Gappy !! But I thought Avdol would fit the most. Happy Valentine's, again :)

[yandere-romanticaa]

Can we get some yandere Ana hcs 👉👈

yandere! Ana who becomes your new best friend the moment you move to her city. She's happy to have someone new in her social circle and she makes it crystal clear. She takes you to her favorite coffee shop and makes you tell her absolutely everything about yourself - what your hobbies are, what kind of music you listen to, what your hopes for the future are. It's easy to open up to her, you're happy to have someone so friendly by your side.

yandere! Ana, who's on cloud nine ever since she saw you. She can't sleep and it's hard to focus on anything that doesn't involve you. Her head is constantly in the clouds as she daydreams about your shared future together. She makes sure to bump into you at least once a day, sometimes even more. It's all planned but she doesn't want you to know that because she's scared you'll think that she's a creep. She laughs off these encounters as encounters of fate - you were meant to meet here right at this time! Come on, why not get some ice cream with her? It'll be fun!

yandere! Ana, who seeths with boiling hot jealousy once she feels like other people are getting too comfortable around you. It takes everything in her being to not sucker punch the bastard who sits next you as she forces on a smile. "I had so much fun tonight Ana, that guy was so cool!" you say cheerfully with a grin on your face as Ana's heart starts to crumble bit by bit, buy the anger soon kicks in.

yandere! Ana, who suddenly starts avoiding you and you can't help but to be worried. Why was this happening, what's going on?? She hardly ever replies to your texts and if she does they are beyond dry. You seek comfort in the other people you've become close with and want to hear their insight on the situation but something unexpected happens.

Every single one of them drops you without a single word.

They want nothing to do with you, they say. No, they're not going to tell you why, can you please go away now?

You're at a loss. You ask, beg and plead but they aren't giving you any answers. All of them just glance at each other, their eyes filled with panic as they wordlessly scramble away to the opposite direction away from you. As they run you notice how some of them are limping or they have some bad bruises at the back of their necks but you don't ever get the opportunity to ask them what happened. They cut you out for good and there's nothing that can be done to change that.

yandere! Ana, who returns to you in your greatest hour of need and offers you her comfort. You feel safe as she holds you, her embrace warm and eyes are kind. She lets you speak your mind as you sit together but you can't help but lash out at her. Yells of "Where were you?!" and "How could you just leave me?!" echoed loudly as she held you tightly, her smile never once leaving her face. There's a certain edge to her today though, as if something was bothering her. She apologies profusely, telling you that she just got so caught up with college and some personal affairs that she didn't have the time to really talk to anyone these days. But, you have your other friends don't you? Did they keep you company, did they treat you well? You weep and tell her no, they all left you without a word!!

yandere! Ana, who's grip suddenly becomes tighter as she brings you closer to her chest in order to hide the grin that's starting to form on her lips. You are finally exactly where you belong and that is by her side. She's not going to let anyone get you and she will never share you.

[d3sertdream3r]

I’ve noticed a lot of rancid takes about Taliesin’s characters that are annoying me, so I’m going to rant for a minute. 

Tal has perfected the art of creating paradoxical characters, and I think a lot of people end up getting lost and confused in the layers. This is not a “if you don't get it, you’re dumb” type of thing. It’s just that I wish people would truly ponder his characters and why they’re the way they are because they’re not the stereotypical protagonists that North American entertainment focuses on. They’re not strictly kind and generous, intelligent and charming, or hateful and arrogant. They’re all of the above. 

A lot of western media features characters that are fairly cut and dry and easy to understand. There isn’t a ton of complexity happening, and from what I’ve seen, the majority of the people hating on his characters and role-play style are from areas where they aren't used to Tal’s type of character. They’re not used to characters having multiple characteristics that seem to contradict each other all at once (even though that’s how people are in real life). I’m guessing that’s part of why they don't like them, but who knows. 

Caduceus is the least paradoxical of his characters, which is why I think most people say he’s their favorite of Tal’s characters. He is the personification of a fluffy blanket and a warm hug. What’s not to love?? Percy, Molly/Kingsley, and Ashton on the other hand, are all much rougher around the edges. The point of them is to provide the opposite of comfort for the audience; they're meant to make people a little uncomfortable. They hold up a mirror to the audience and force us to look at the parts of humanity that we try to avoid. Not the pure evil of mankind that Matt’s villains often show, but something even more sad and hard to swallow. 

Audiences tend to like characters that deal with trauma through humor and/or charm. People benefit from these types of characters by laughing at them or lusting over them. There’s nothing wrong with this by any means; that’s all part of the fun of fandom! However, characters that deal with their trauma in ways that are more raw and painful tend to be disliked. 

Percy is filled with constant fear that his past will haunt his future. He is convinced that wherever he goes, the darkness will follow and the pain awaits. He has horrible nightmares and lives with incessant paranoia, yet faces the deadliest monsters, demons, gods, etc with nothing but his wit and a gun. He can't stop inventing, not just to glorify himself but to protect everyone. He’s so many things at once, which is what makes him so real and complex and fascinating. 

Molly/Kingsley’s story is about wondering who you truly are and not meeting expectations of those you care about. Imagine that you’re not the only one comparing yourself to someone else; all your friends are too. You’re trying to figure out what defines you while feeling like everyone you know wants you to be someone else. His story is also filled with questions about nihilism and whether or not anything truly matters, including identity. 

Ashton represents the endless loneliness of abandonment and feeling like no matter what you do, those you love will never care about you as much as you care about them. He pushes people away and acts like he doesn’t have a care in the world while simultaneously doing everything he can to grip onto his friends. He is jealous of Laudna for the way she died because it showed how loved she was, and how sick is that? To be jealous of someone’s death? To try and force someone to admit that they haven’t gotten over their issues because you can’t accept that it’s possible to overcome yours? What's wrong with you? If it’s possible for people to do that, why can't you? What’s wrong with you? Why is it so hard for you when it seems so easy for others? What’s wrong with you? They represent not just the physical, but the emotional chronic pain that most people don’t have to think about every day. 

I have so much more to say about these amazing characters, but that would take an entire novel. They emotionally bleed all over the place. While they can still be lighthearted and humorous at times, they’re often really messy in various ways. But that doesn’t stop them from being so loving and wonderful at the same time! 

TL;DR, Taliesin’s characters are incredible and I’m so grateful that he is willing to play them in such a raw and real way for those of us that aren’t always funny or charming enough about our trauma to make society like us. 

[sebastiansvertebrae]

Once more to see you

Chapter 1: Life flashing

Second chapter

2,200 words long

Notes

Hello it's been awhile since I published FanFiction on Tumblr so if I'm not using the correct layout I'm sorry if you like it you can send me asks about it also all of these are posted on A03 before they're posted on Tumblr the link will be included with every chapter have fun

I think my family is Fuckkig cursed.

Dad died when I was like three. At least I think so. The last picture that I found of him was when I was three so yeah. I don't remember anything about him. And nobody seems to want to talk about him either. Maybe he was an ass.

Early tragedy but the rest of my family was pretty okay. For a while.

Mom worked hard to raise us right, always prioritizing us. She would spend her day at work and come home to work even harder. Homework, housework I don't think she ever got to have a social life. But we were enough for her. She used to say. I wish I noticed how much she was running herself ragged before.

Maybe that's why she was so strict on us. curfew, homework, chores, Church. and Maria was the one who resisted the most. Funny they say the middle is the most rebellious. Maria was an exception. She was impulsive, got into fights and even got arrested once. She was also the first one to say that she had stopped believing. And started skipping Church. I remember her and Mom arguing pretty regularly when she still lived in the house. İt was kind of scary.

So I retreated into my older brother's room where the computer was but also where the guitar was where the posters was and I still remember that wretched smell of cologne and my mom's old eyeliners the Hot topic shirts and him in the middle of it always ready to welcome me always ready to let me join in on his fun.

Sebastian, my older brother.

He was always there even more than my mother. When Mom was at work and Maria was hanging out with her friends he was there with me. He helped me make my club penguin account. He showed me how to Pirate games. He played on the computer with me. He even sometimes took me out on town when I started Middle School. His friends liked me. I felt like I was a part of the big kids.

When we were having fun I tried to record everything with his phone and the family camera. Especially when he was playing his guitar. I even sometimes join in with my horrible singing. I wanted to send them somewhere, maybe we would become Stars I imagined. He just laughed and said that he will get on to it he never did.

When I got my own phone when I started Middle School. I took it up to 11. Taking pictures and recording everything. Every outing, every song, every joke, every funny face, every moment. And then at the end of the day I uploaded them to the computer. So that I could do it all over again. And I'm so grateful that I did.

Sebastian effortlessly excelled in almost every class. Even tutoring other kids including me. He had a fun way of explaining all the topics. His favorite class was physics. He told me about how he imagined building machines. His teachers said that he had the brightest future out of all of us.

He did not have many friends but the friends he had were incredible. All of them were driven like him. I remember they were pretty nice to me when I tagged along on outings. Calling me the coolest kid they know. And praising my photography skills tells me that I might have a future in this.

And as I grew up our relationship grew up too. I started to learn more and more of his secrets. How he and his friends cheated off of each other. How his best friend was actually his boyfriend. And how much he smoked. That was always a faint smell of cigarettes as he was driving me back home. Of course I never told Mom.

When I asked him he always said It reminds me of Dad. also told me to never smoke. I'm sorry I broke that promise. I told him my own secrets too. How I had a crush on a boy. And I knew that mom wouldn't really like that. He just patted my head and said same.

I remember how he celebrated when he managed to get into that engineering program. I got a little scared that he was going to leave but it was local. And even as he was studying in a competitive program he still found time for me.

He was the perfect brother at least to me. My life was perfect, everything was perfect. But it didn't stay that way. İt couldn't stay that way. Everyday I pray to a god that I no longer believe to take me back.

I barely remember the last night before everything. We probably played some games before he went to that party. I remember him and Mom were discussing something but I don't really remember. I was spending time with my club penguin boyfriend. I wish I could hug him for the last time.

And then the hell started at that 3:00 a.m. police call. I remember my mom's shaky voice. And how there was no light in her eyes. When she turned to look at me after the call only whispering nine people.

And then I remember the smell of that room. Looking at him in that orange uniform his hands cuffed. He begged us to believe that he was innocent. I remember he cried, I cried, we all cried as a family. Mom promised that we were going to find a way out of this.

İn the next thing the hammer was hit the sentence was given. The fuckkig death sentence. I barely remember jumping out of that podium. Running to him as they're taking him away. Begging them, pleading with them. I tried to hug him and they pushed me away. I couldn't save him and I never saw him again.

I think I blocked out the rest of the ordeal. I just remembered the emotions but not. The events. I remember feeling stuck. Not being able to pick up a camera or take a picture. Waking up in a cold sweat remembering everything. And Mom wasn't any better. I watched her deteriorate. Get more and more obsessed with the case. Even if he was gone she wanted to prove his innocence. And of course Maria was nowhere to be seen.

The school kind of forced me to get counseling. And I could fear that everybody feared me. The other kids started avoiding me. My friends basically abandoned me. The counselor kind of helped me. I told everything to him. I even came out to him.

And that son of a b**** outed me so everybody hated me even more. I picked up smoking. I promised him but smell. The smell took me back. Took me back to a simple time where we just drove around town. Chatting about random stuff. İt felt like he was there with me again.

I lived like that for 2 years. The world moved on and it kept spinning. I continued getting okay grades. I kept out of trouble. I tried to be like Sebastian. This is what he would have wanted right? But one day when I was smoking after school another boy smoked with me. We got to chatting. He was from the neighboring private schooll. And then we were making out in his car.

Chris, my first real lboyfriend. He introduced me to his friends. And we all started hanging out. That was a mistake. I can see that now. They were rich kids with no consequences. But for the first time in a long time I felt happy. Even as we committed Petty crimes and drove over the speed limit.

Shortly after my 15th birthday my mom did it and she proved his innocence. I was on court that day but she didn't look happy. İt was too little too late. İnstead of this made her snap more. After that day she started planning something else. And I was too busy having fun with my new friends to notice.

Just before my 16th birthday. My mom killed Sebastian's lawyer. Brutally, violently, slowly. And she was on court on my 16th birthday. She pleaded guilty. Talking about how this was God's punishment. And God told her to do it. She didn't even get a lawyer; they gave her life.

I wasn't there. I was getting drunk and smoking weed with Chris and his friends. But Maria told me and shortly after she took custody of me moving back home. We didn't have much of a relationship before now we had none. She wasn't even home that much spending most of her time at her job. But she left me a credit card and an empty house.

So I spent all of my time with Chris as we grew up we got more and more hardcore. I had my first line of coke when I was 18. And before I turned 19 I had basically tried every drug under the sun. But they never had me but they never let me have too much. He told me that I became a buzzkill. Constantly talking about My Dead brother.

So I was always trip watching. I was looking out for the cops as they partied and committed crimes. And then they returned home to their loving Rich families. And I returned home to an empty house. I sometimes smuggled hallucinogens into the house. Bought Sebastian's favorite cologne. Bathing in the cologne and taking the hallucinogens. And then I could see him again. I could talk to him again. And for a moment everything felt right again.

But of course the trip ended when I woke up and I felt even more miserable. So I returned to Chris's house just to get more. I did everything he wanted just to get more. But I still blame myself for what I did. For agreeing to do it. They all got bailed out. I spent my 21st birthday in jail.

And I was in a courtroom again. As my charges were laid out. I plead guilty. I know what I did and I know the high security prison is what I deserve. So my family's curse continues. I'm sorry Sebastian. I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry I ended up like this.

2 weeks before my 25th birthday the guys in the black suits came. They called for me. And I answered. They said that they were from Urbanshade and offered a complete pardon and ridiculous amounts of money. But it had a catch. Expendable not expected to return.

I should have refused this was a horrible idea. That will end with my death. But I stayed there and I considered it. I didn't have anything to return to. Mom in prison. Maria turned her back on the family. All of my friends have forgotten me. I have nothing to lose except my life. My worthless life that I ruined.

But I also feel something else, a weird feeling. That told me to go and told me to see. I remember my mom telling me that God spoke to us in our worst times. I thought about Sebastian again. I am older than him now. İf afterlife is real, maybe he will appreciate me dying for a good cause.

I accepted and then I was rushed away to a bus and airport another airport another bus and then a facility. I was given a briefing. Forced to put on the uncomfortable suit. With a bomb attached to my neck. And then I was in a submarine with four strangers. That I was probably going to die with.

And I'm just now realizing that my life just flashed before my eyes. Am I that scared? Even if I am then why did I come here? Why am I doing this? What would he think of me now? Throwing my life away on a feeling? Well I already ruined my life? And then I heard them say we are landing. As I felt the submarine stop. Well it was too late to return.

I slowly walked out. This was exactly what I expected. Cold and smooth. And then I heard an announcement basically the same thing as the briefing. Retrieve the crystal. Don't stray from the Path. Survive for as long as you can. I took a breath the air in here stank but at least it was better than being stuck on the submarine.

I quickly went for the Lockers in front of me. There were a lot of files I wanted to take a peek at but I knew that that would be unwise. I didn't want to die immediately after getting off so I put them away and then I heard somebody call for all of us. He had found a key card. He was an older looking man. We all huddled around the door. but before he swiped he turned. “I would like to know all of your names for communication purposes. My name Su-Jin’ No Su-Jin ”I nodded and gave out my name.

“Alejandro, Alejandro solace”

Ending notes

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[seokgyuistforu]

about you | seokgyu

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"and there was something about you that now I can't remember

it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender

and I'll miss you on a train, I'll miss you in the mornin'

i never know what to think about,

i think about you."

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dokyeom's laughter fills the room, eliciting a smile from every single member as an automatic response. everybody adores that boy, and they would move mountains for him in a heartbeat. but there's one among them that loves him just a little bit differently.

mingyu has been in love with dokyeom since they walked into the dingy green room that first day during pre-debut. it didn't take much for him to fall head over heels. being born the same year, they got along instantly. dokyeom matches mingyu's energy, but also knows how to push his buttons like no other. they bicker, they laugh, they cry, and they are always each other's safe space. they both know each other like the back of their hands. fast forward to years and years later, and nothing has changed. mingyu's heart beats a million times a minute when he's close to him, which means it's always racing. he has kept his feelings private all these years because the thought of losing his best friend over something like this would not be worth it. he can't imagine his life without the happy boy. if he had to choose between an unrequited love and not having his best friend, he would choose the first one over and over. but honestly, mingyu's not even so sure it's unrequited.

"mingyu literally tripped over his own goddamn feet in the middle of the concert and fell flat on the floor but you're making fun of me?" dokyeom exclaims excitedly, addressing the room in a standing position while in a bickering match with jeonghan.

"hey! i still looked hot while doing it at least" mingyu responds, pulling a jokingly smug look.

"in your dreams, kim mingyu" dokyeom says, plopping down right next to him on the couch with a teasing chuckle. he sits so incredibly close to mingyu that it's suddenly hard to breathe.

"are you insinuating that i didn't look hot when i jumped too high and my pants ripped?" he asks, arching an eyebrow high jokingly at the clearly un-hot situation.

"no. you always look hot" he says, his voice low and suddenly too serious for the conversation at hand. dokyeom rolls his eyes and mumbles a nonchalant "whatever", and tries to turn away nervously. but mingyu catches the small reddish tint spread over his cheeks. he catches him biting his lip in an attempt not to smile. it's little actions like this that give mingyu hope. the two of them have never been awkward with each other. they were peas in a pod after the first minute, and anything goes. they've cuddled, they've spent the night together in a shared bed, they're touchy all the time and it was never anything out of the ordinary. but in the past year or so there's been a shift. it seems intimate when these things happen. mingyu knows he must have not been very subtle with his feelings, despite his effort. surely dokyeom has picked up on something, and it's made things a little different. mingyu tries to keep himself in check. again, he cannot lose his best friend.

but this time it's dokyeom who leaves mingyu's mind whirling. once his cheeks return back to their normal shade he pulls his legs up on the couch to sit criss cross, with his one thigh resting on top of mingyu's. when he sits back, his back is resting on half of mingyu's chest. he's sure that there's no way that the smaller boy cannot feel the thump of his heart.

"can i see the videos you took?" he asks, peering up at the boy who's heart is about to give out. they had so much fun at the concert today, and mingyu took out his phone to record a lot of the moments so that he could keep it forever. he doesn't think twice while he pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens up his camera roll. rendered speechless, mingyu goes through the camera roll not being able to focus on anything but the heat radiating off of dokyeom, and the feeling that this is right. it's just right.

"wait a minute! you did not!" dokyeom suddenly exclaims loudly after realizing mingyu does in fact have a video of the exact moment that his pants ripped.

"you're the one who decided to rip your pants in the middle of my video" he teases. dokyeom reaches out in an attempt to grab the phone from him and delete the video, but mingyu is faster. for a brief moment their hands meet each other in the tussle, both holding onto the phone. mingyu's thumb, with a mind of it's own, strokes dokyeom's hand softly. its' so quiet for a moment, his heart thumping so loud that the chatter from all the other members fades away. dokyeom clears his throat, the familiar shade of pink back on his cheeks as he readjusts himself, sitting properly on the couch this time.

"i'm sorry" he stutters, though neither of them know what he's apologizing for. he tries to immediately skip over what just happened, and takes mingyu's phone from him to keep watching the rest of the videos. mingyu spaces out for a little bit, stuck on the feeling of his hand in his. when a small "oh" escapes from dokyeom's lips, mingyu turns to face him. he notices that everyone else is gone, and suddenly the weight of them being alone is so heavy. dokyeom's lips are parted, and eyes widened as he stares down at the video on the screen. when mingyu peers over to see what he's looking at, he's suddenly in a horror film. it's a video that he completely forgot he took, or else he would have never let him scroll through his camera roll like this. it's a simple moment from during the concert, where they are walking around the stage and interacting with the fans. it starts out with filming the whole group on the B stage, mingyu hanging back to capture it. then he zooms in, clearly and purposefully, right onto the boy he was infatuated with in that moment. dokyeom is staring out into the crowd, looking like an angel who just flew down from the clouds. his eyes are twinkling with that light that only he has, and he's paired with a soft, genuine smile. the fact that nothing in particular is going on in it makes it so obvious what mingyu's intentions were behind it. to add fire to the storm, there's 2 more videos just like it. there's suddenly not enough air left in the world.

neither of them want to speak first. eventually after dokyeom watches them for the 3rd time, just looks up at mingyu with a glossy look and says quitely "why?".

such a simple question, with a simple answer. 'because i love you. i always have' is on the tip of his tongue, but he has to go slower. he can't scare him away, he can't. if these videos haven't already.

"i-" he starts, but can't find the words to finish. he gently takes the phone from him, not wanting to succumb to this humiliation anymore. dokyeom sits patiently, fiddling with his fingers and waiting for him to say something, anything.

"gyu..." he says pleadingly, hating the silence and the anticipation.

"i love you" he blurts out. well, so much for the original plan of going slow.

"i love you too, mingyu. but this is really s-" he starts to say quietly, but is cut off by mingyu.

"no. i'm IN love with you, dokyeom". he adds. his tone deadly serious, his gaze staying on dokyeom's face. he's reading it for clues, for anything at all that could give away what he's possibly thinking right now. the only sound in the room is their nervous breathing.

"mingyu.. stop it. this isn't funny" he says, now deadly serious as well. mingyu slowly reaches out to hold his hand, intertwining their fingers. dokyeom shifts in his seat, but he doesn't make any effort to pull his hand away.

"i'm being serious. i have loved you for as long as i have known you. every day i love you more and more and there's nowhere for it to go. i think about you every second. i miss you even when you are right next to me. it's all about you, kyeom. it's always been about you." he confesses, squeezing his hand for emphasis. this is it. everything could come crashing down now. he could lose everything. he is too afraid to make eye contact, so he stares down at their hands. it's been quiet for way too long. he feels a squeeze back, so he looks up tentatively. dokyeom's eyes are teary, one stray one rolling down his cheek. fuck, he really fucked up. without any warning, dokyeom lunges forward and grips mingyu in the tightest hug he's ever felt. mingyu, as a gut reaction, holds him back and places a gentle hand on his neck, guiding his head into the crook of his neck.

"i'm in love with you too" is whispered into his ear, like he's also been holding it in for years because he was too afraid to lose his best friend also. mingyu's life changes when he hears those words reciprocated. he pulls out of the hug, keeping his hand on his neck. he stares into his eyes and smiles unabashedly. he giggles happily, and they both burst into a fit of unstoppable giggles as they release all the nerves and tension they had built up.

"we're really both fucking idiots, aren't we?" dokyeom laughs, referring to the years they wasted as they could have been dating.

"just a little bit" mingyu laughs back in response. his laughs stop short as he watches dokyeom's face light up, his eyes squinting from smiling too hard. when he notices he's the only one still laughing, he stops and looks at mingyu inquisitively.

"is it alright if i kiss you?" he asks shyly, taking his hand in his again. he leans in so close that their faces are inches apart. he hovers there, waiting for the answer.

"please" dokyeom breaths out, his eyes fixed to mingyu's parted lips. when their lips collide, the years of agony and secrets was all worth it. their hands roam on each others backs as dokyeom places one on the taller one's waist. they are both running out of breath, but they don't care at all. mingyu solemnly swears to never go another day without kissing him.

[legendofmorons]

hihi!! i noticed requests are open sooo

Wars & reader going on a date around town and the chain getting worried and looking for them please? 👀

and could you make it like. rlly fluffy too?

Absolutely I can! I just imagine Wind and Wild turning this into a where's Waldo situation asdfhjkl

A day to ourselves (Warriors)

Pairing: Warriors x reader

Rating: G

Summary: After getting Warriors to agree to taking a day off with you, you take him to lunch and then to a scenic spot on a trail. Unfortunately, you were out later than planned, so the chain tries to find you as dusk settles. This leads to a nice moment being interrupted by the usual shenanigans.

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You spent the last week convincing Wars to agree to the date- but by the stars, it's so worth it.

Warriors is holding your hand as he leads you through the market, preparations for the festival this evening well underway. His eyes flit between you and the crowd.

"You're right, (Y/n)." Warriors smiles, "This is nice."

"I told you it'd be good to take a break."

"You're right, as always, my love." Warriors says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles without ever letting go of your hand.

"You're sweet."

"I try."

"Hey, Wars?"

"Yes?"

You turn to face him fully, stopping.

He stops, too, before urning to face you with a curious look.

"Do you trust me?"

"I do. I thought I'd made that clear."

"I have an idea."

"A date idea? Or an idea that gets us both in trouble?"

You smile, your heart warming at the way he watche syou. He stares at you like you're precious.

"A date idea, Link."

"Mh, okay. By the way, I like hearing you say my name."

"You're a dork, Link."

Warriors just laughs, "I'm sure I am. Come along now, we still need to have lunch."

"You're right."

"I often am." He says with a smile.

You follow his lead to the restaurant he's picked. Sitting down once you've both been shown a table.

He watches you open your menu before following suit. He just has a hard time believing that you actually feel the same. He wants to cherish every moment.

The actual food is of little consequence. After all, you brought him here to relax.

"Oooh, look! They have that salad you've been asking about. " You day with a smile.

"That's a relief." Warriors says.

"I'm glad. You definitely deserve to be spoiled."

"And you don't?"

"I'm not the one pushing myself past my limits all week."

"Hey!"

"I'm not wrong." You say simply.

"You don't have to say it though!"

"I know."

"You're rude."

"Maybe. "

He shakes his head, setting his menu down with a soft smile. Entirely too fond.

He can see a future with you. Which is terrifying. But what is more important is that he wants that future. However you'll give it to him.

The smug smile you gift him just makes him want to kiss your face everywhere until you laugh.

He wants to see you be happy.

"You're thinking loud again." You say, reaching one hand out to rest it atop his.

He sets his free hand on your's. "Just about how much I love you."

"Sap."

"I am. I thought that had been made clear."

"You're so cheesey. I love you, Link."

"And I love you, (Y/n)."

You just beam at him, absolutely thrilled. And very much looking at him like he's ypur sun and stars.

The waiter comes over, gathering your orders and setting down to glasses of water.

Warriors just sips at the water, allowing himself to start genuinely relaxing. His shoulders feel sore, but they're lower than usual, at least.

"Hey, Wars?"

"Yes?"

"You're wearing your walking boots, right?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"What are you planning?" He asks, turning his full attention back to you.

You just give a faux innocent smile, "Nothing big."

"You're going to get us into trouble. Aren't you?"

"I never do that!"

"If you say so, darling."

"You're just making fun of me."

"I am not. I just think that- on occasion- your plans have lead to unexpected trouble."

You give a playful pout. "Name one time!"

"Throwing rocks at a guardian. "Warriors supplies easily.

"Okay so only one plan failed."

"Darling- you tried asking me out only to get us ambushed."

"That wasn't my fault."

"I never said it was. Simply that your plan lead to trouble."

"So? I got great cuddles afterwards and a great boyfriend!"

"That's true. I did get a wonderful partner out of it."

"So my plan was successful. "

"Yes, it really was."

"Good."

You two spend the rest of lunch talking, sharing ideas for further dates. You share stories and jokes.

And it's perfect.

The way you both smile and laugh the whole time is nice. You might still be in the honey moon phase, but if Malon and Time are anything to go by, this can always be the overall feeling of your relationship.

Besides. Warriors is just glad he can finally pay full attention to you.

.......

You're leading Warriors through a hiking trail that's a little overgrown. Thankfully it's still pretty walkable.

Your hand holds his as he trails behind you, making sure you don't get hurt. Bracing you if you slip down a small hill or anything.

The treeline breaks and you give a soft gasp.

Warriors stops beside you, hand still holding yours before he gives the same soft gasp.

"This... This is beautiful. " He says.

Beautiful barley covers it.

There's a stack of medium-sized stones that have a modest waterfall cascading down them.

The water collects in a small stream that flows east towards the forest again. The water is beautiful and clear with little frogs hopping around.

The clearing is a field of tall grass, and to the right is a picnic table that seems a little out of use.

There's a large boulder that's almost flat enough to be a bed for three.

Nature has clearly thrived here.

Birds fly idly over head, crowing their words.

"I thought you might like this." You say, pulling his gaze back to you with little effort. "You said you liked things like this."

"It's like a babbling brook. "He says with soft awe.

"I heard the merchant talking about it. I wanted to bring you out here."

"I love it."

"I'm glad."

"Do you want to cloud gaze?" He asks, motioning to the large boulder.

"I'd love that."

Warriors leads you to the rock, helping you up before he joins you.

You both lay.

Warriors is flat on his back, one hand under his head. The other arm is over your waist, holding you close as you rest your head on his chest.

You lay on your side, knees pulled up.

Warriors' heartbeat is calming, and as you tilt your head to see the clouds, you feel at peace.

Sappily at peace.

It's nice.

"That one looks kind like a rabbit." You say, pointing to a cloud that looks like a deformed chocolate Easter rabbit.

"It kind of does." Warriors agrees, following your arm up to the cloud in question.

"You have a good heartbeat." You say, the exhaustion of near constant travel having done a number on your sleep schedule.

Warriors lets out a genuine and hearty laugh. His chest shaking and vibrating with it.

"Thabk you, darling."

"You're welcome. "

You can feel sleep creeping up on you. But you didn't really want to let it win.

"You can rest your eyes." He says, a knowing tone to his voice.

"But-"

"I'll be right here."

"Okay." You say, the allure of napping on your boyfriend while he holds you winning out.

Besides... he can't do work if you're pinning him down and napping.

This is a great plan.

His heartbeat lulls you into comfort as you let your eyes close. The world narrowed down to yourself and your boyfriend.

You know you'll be safe.

Warriors holds you as you sleep, his arm keeping you close as you dream.

His smile is near constant. He's sure that if anyone could see him they woukd call him a simp.

But he knows what he is.

And he's proud.

Especially when you curl into him as evenings comes and the air chills a little.

When you stretch woth a groan he known you're waking up.

"Hello my dear." Warriors says as he rubs his hand up and down your arm.

"Mh.... Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You needed it."

You push up to your hands, both hands next to the right of his torso. Your hair falls forwards.

"Did you get any rest?"

"Yes, I did. I forget, sometimes, how relaxing it is to just hold you."

"Link..."

"I mean it."

"I know you do."

"I have really enjoyed today." Warriors says warmly.

"I'm so glad." You smile gently, groggy but glad he's here with you and happy.

"You're adorable, my darling. "

"I'm not."

"You really are."

"If I kiss you will you shush?"

"Maybe. Would you like to find out?"

You laugh before moving omen arm to the other side of him.

"Sure. "

You lean down, slow enough not to suprise him. Giving him time to stop you if he wants.

When you press your ips to his he gives a gentle hum of approval, one hand pulling you closer.

You pull away, your chest warm as if you have your own mini sun in it.

"Well?"

"Maybe try again." Warriors suggests easily, a smug smile on his face.

"Maybe I will-"

There's a loud crash before some yells your name.

You groan, dropping your forehead to Warriors' own gently.

"We've been found." You say.

"What were you thinking? It's been hours!" Legend calls sharply.

"I tried to stop them." Hyrule says from further back.

"We need to get to camp." Time says evenly, "And then you can help me figure out where to replace the bomb arrows, Wild."

"Look in my defense-"

"Enough." You call sharply as you sit up onto your knees.

The boys fall silent, looking to you in various emotions.

Warriors sits up, happy to let you take the lead on this. It may be immature- but he does enjoy it when you chide others.

"Why are you all here?"

"You said you'd be back by two! It's nearly nine!" Legend crosses his arm.

"And your solution involves having to replace bomb arrows because?"

"Don't ask." Twilight says with a sigh, "We're just glad you're both safe."

"You all need to leave." You say firmly, "Thank you fir your concern but we are fine."

"It's nearly dark. You should come with us." Time says with a sympathetic look.

"I need five minutes to not loose my mind." You say with a glare, "We'll meet you at camp."

"You heard them." Time says, "They'll meet us there."

Time leads the others away, some more willing than others.

Once they're left your sight you deflate, leaning inti Warriors.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just annoyed. They kinda ruined our moment."

"They did."

"We should head back, Time is right."

"Usually. "

"Can we stay here for a minute first? This is nice, just sitting with you."

"Of course."

[desertfangs]

🍀 Some quick & silly St. Patrick's Day Heacanons For Daniel and Armand 🍀

(encouraged by @hekateinhell, who may or may not regret their efforts)

Back during the chase years, Armand showed up at a bar where Daniel was drinking on St. Patrick’s Day wearing his usual clothes purloined from a victim: a sweatshirt and jeans, maybe. None of it was green. Daniel pinched him and laughed. Armand frowned, confused, and Daniel had to explain the tradition of pinching people who weren’t wearing green, which led to a long conversation that amounted to Daniel going, “I don’t know, that’s just the tradition!” 

The first time Armand heard about them dyeing the Chicago River green for St. Patrick’s Day, he insisted they go see it. They made the trip, stayed in some fancy hotel overlooking the river, and Armand stood on the edge of the river looking down at it for the half the night while Daniel drank discounted Irish Whiskey and made conversation with people at the riverside bar. With the lights they shine on the river, Armand could see the vibrant green pretty well but Daniel made sure to get up early and to go take a few Polaroids so Armand could see how green it looked in daylight. 

Since Armand was asleep during the St. Patrick’s Day parades while they lived in New York, he’d take Daniel down to the Irish pubs on the parade route after dark and get visuals of the parade from people’s thoughts. The first time they did it, Armand spent the entire night asking people what the point of St. Patrick’s Day was and engaging a lot of very inebriated people into discussions about the point of modern holiday celebrations and parades. 

Daniel and Armand have also had long conversations about why the four-leaf clover is lucky (“Because it’s rare and hard to find, why does it matter?”) and why the beer is often dyed green (“For fun! People just like to have fun.”) after which Armand made Daniel drink far too many green beers. 

Night Island definitely had a big St. Patrick’s Day celebration in the 80s, complete with decorations, Irish music and dancing, green beer, the works! Once Daniel became a vampire and couldn’t drink cheap whiskey or eat corned beef at the pub, it lost some of its appeal, although Armand’s unabashed loved for holidays and their shared love of people watching still made those kinds of celebrations fun.

At least once since moving into Trinity Gate, Daniel has tried to pass out green bowler hats and shamrock headbands for the occasion. (Benji tried to refuse but if he can wear a fedora, he can wear a green bowler!) And every year if they're in NYC, he tries to convince Armand to wear green and go out into the fray with him, because it’s the perfect place to hunt for the Little Drink and people watch, which is still a pastime they enjoy. Plus, they like asking inebriated revelers what they think the origin of St. Patrick’s Day is. The answers are usually funny. Benji keeps telling Daniel he should film it for TikTok but he refuses to learn another social media app.

Please feel free to share your own vampire-related St. Patrick's Day headcanons, I'm always curious to hear this stuff.