#anon i hope you see this i know its a few days since you sent it

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

HEAR ME OUT

“Don’t you think I’m scary?”

“Scary? My god you’re divine”

AHHHHH

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I love two lovestruck idiots who don’t know they’re in love w each other and it’s grumpy German shepherd x golden retriever 😻😻

PLEAAASEE german shepherd x golden retriever is one of my faaavvv tropes OAT !! it’s so so adorable and especially with katsuki cus i know he just thinks he’s so scary ! i got a lil idea after the recent manga chap that just came out, so this might be a liiiiiittle super small spoiler but i think its so cute ! hope you enjoy anon tysm for the ask ! much luv xxx

fem reader, super duper minooor spoiler but katsuki has stitches !, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft katsu (cus he has to be but also cus he’s whipped) (but hes still a little piece of shit) reader is a lil sweetie, short lil fluffy fic, touchy katsuki bc i cannot help myself, lmk if i missed anything else !

before the war, bakugou had made a lot of new little habits.

he’s made it a habit of waiting for you to head out of class so you could walk together. he’s made it a habit of sharing just a portion of his lunch with you, because apparently he’s constantly been making too much, ignore the fact that he only let’s you have those ‘extra’s’ that doesn’t mean anything.

he’s made it a habit of carrying around an extra water bottle with him because you always forget to keep yourself hydrated after training, he’s also made it a habit to scold you for it endlessly. he’s ruthless even as you whine about how mean he is, saying that “he wouldn’t need to be on your ass so much if you just remembered to grab your damn bottle.” he ignores the fluffy feeling in his heart and tells you to shut up when you tell him that he always has your back anyway, swiftly looking away from you and cheeks turning red.

and since you're on the way to his house, he's made it a habit of walking you home. you call it hanging out after school, he calls it 'just making sure you don't get lost somehow..hah ?! don't ask me how ! your dumbass would probably find a way to !'

anyway, he's made it his mission to grace you with his presence every day after school. you always bid him a cheery goodbye, "see you tommorow !" you say, and he always looks forward to it, even when he turns away, nonchalantly throwing you a quick wave over his shoulder.

usually you wake up at completely different hours, so he doesn't pick you up the morning. you always wished you could see him first thing in the morning, but seeing him waiting by the school gate's was more than enough to make your heart soar, you were more than happy with that.

but today you can finally go back to school. after dealing with non stop fighting for what felt, and probably was, hours and hours on end during the events of the war. and being stuck in the hospital for a few weeks, it feels nice to wear your school uniform and feel somewhat normal again. you'd get to see all your friends again and you'd official be a second year. you smile softly to yourself in the mirror.

katsuki had sent you a text a few minutes ago. he'd asked if you were almost ready, and you'd responded that you were only for him to leave you on read. you didn't mind much and shrugged it off.

but today, when you walk out the door, you see katsuki waiting for you on the sidewalk.

you blink twice, eyes widening. katsuki turns and looks up from his phone screen at the sound of the door he also blinks, although he's more unbothered then you as he simply stands up, pushing himself off his knees with a groan "took you long enough." he drawls. his eyes are warm and his lip twitch just the slightest bit at your expression "thought you'd keep me waiting forever."

"katsuki !" you exclaim, eyes still wide "what're you doing here ?!" you quickly walk to him, standing close enough to see the marks on his face, and the unmistakable stitches on his cheek.

he raises a brow like you're crazy, tilting his head "m'walking you to school."

"bwuh-are you even allowed to go to school ?" you sputter, realising he had his school uniform on, you liked it when he started making it a habit of wearing his tie more often. katsuki grumbles at your worries "shouldn't you be in the hospital ?" he scoffs at your fretting, but his eyes soften as he leans in closer to you. you see his battle scars better that way. you gulp at the sudden proximity, he's never been shy about getting in people's faces, although it was never meant to be intimidating when he did it with you, if the pink tint of his cheeks meant anything.

"doc said it's fine as long as i keep quiet.." he scoffs after finishing the sentence, rolling his eyes and causing you to giggle. hearing the sound he hadn't heard in what felt like ages made him sniff in amusement. you reach for his hand then, and he doesn't take his eyes off you while intertwining his fingers with yours. both your eyes shining with longing and affection for the other. you smile brightly at him and even though the doctors had told him to be careful with his heart, it seemed you were gonna make that hard for him. it didn't matter though, he was always up for a challenge.

pulling him along, you decide to tease him "guess that means you're gonna have to be on your best behaviour today, huh ? so you can't go gettin' mad at kaminari for no reason !" you playfully scold.

he rolls his eyes at the mention of your friend, though he doesn't hold back his smirk, he's definitely more open then he was compared to when you'd first started school. thinking about how far you've come together makes you happy, but it also feels bittersweet. "dunce face s'the who keeps pissin' me off, not my fault he can't handle it." you snicker and he snorts in amusement, squeezing your hand and making butterflies squirm around in your stomach. you don't mention the tight grip he has on your hand, probably because you're gripping his just as tight with no intention of letting go anytime soon. you probably look like a couple to the people walking by, you realise. and the thought does not displease you at all, far from it. it makes you a little too happy.

"behave." you squeeze his hand.

"i do." he growls, squeezing back, "he keeps trying me." you respond with a snort. your eyes occasionally fly towards his face, to the stitches on it more specifically. he's caught you looking multiple times on the way to the bus stop, not like you were exactly being subtle. your stare makes him nervous and he decides to finally confront you about it when you get to the bus stop.

"spit it out." he says, hands clammy in your grip, he hopes and prays you don't notice because it's so unbearably embarrassing to have to admit he was worried about what you'd think about his new look. he'd been anxious on your doorstep but you didn't give him much of a reaction, too shocked to even see him at the time, but your constant shifty glances made all the anxiety crawl back up again. so he speaks, keeping these distracting and frankly irritating thoughts to himself just irritated him.

you blink, humming curiously. katsuki grumbles to himself, keeping his eyes from yours. "ya keep staring at me, so what's up ?"

"it's strange seeing you with stitches." you answer bluntly. usually, he likes how honest you are, but right now it does nothing but stress him out. "i heard you messed your face up pretty bad, but i'm glad it didn't leave too much of a nasty scar." you muse. katsuki hums but his eyebrows furrow as he catches your last words, he's a little pissed off that you'd heard about what happened during the war. he'd wanted you to know as little as possible to keep from worrying you, or at the very least he'd wanted to tell you himself. he'll make sure to thoroughly question his fuckass friends later. of course, it also could've been her.

"..how'd you-"

"your mom told me."

he grunts. of course, it was his mom.

that damn hag..

"of course." he mutters bitterly. you don't respond, and to him that's all the answer he needs. a pit settles in his stomach.

"yeah, it's weird, isn't it ?" he agrees bitterly, unconsciously tightnening his grip on your hand. "it looks kinda creepy, right ?"

"what do you mean ?" his jaw tightens " i mean..like, on my face..." he sputter and mutters to himself, unable to properly say what he wants. you understand him though and immediately you turn till your face to face with him. your expression determined as you grab his other hand, both of his scarred hands now in your grip. his eyes widen in shock, embarrassment creeping up on him.

"there's nothing wrong with your face, katsu." you reassure, you'd made it a habit of calling him all those stupidly endearing nicknames, and it doesn't help taming the blush on his face slowly bleeding onto his cheeks. he pouts, fixing his gaze onto you and towards the floor.

"but doesn't it look..i dunno," he mutters, suddenly feeling self conscious "scary ?"

"scary ?" you tilt your head, he squints and looks away.

"i guess." he grunts with a nod, trying to save face. obviously it doesn't work by the look on yours. you're always so bubbly and sweet, he hates seeing such a pained expression on your face. you tug at his arms to get him to look at you "scary ? there's nothing scary about you.." you say sweetly, shaking your head. "i personally think you look really cool.." you mutter. katsuki feels his face heat, but his heart soars nonetheless. his eyes have been stuck wide for a second.

cool.

you think he looks cool.

"i was just wondering if they hurt ?" he tilts his head back in thought at that. instictively running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"nah, just felt weird when they were numbing it. but i didn't feel a thing." he shrugs, he suddenly smirks, the stitches being pulled up by the movement "wanna touch em ?" he teases, pulling you closer by the grip he still has on your hands. your eyebrows shoot to your hairline and he barks out a laugh.

"i-i can't do that ! what if i touch them and they come loose or something !" katsuki rolls his eyes at your jittering, using the hand still in his grip to bring it near his cheek, you desperately pull back and his evil smirk widens.

"katsuki, no !" you protest. he cackles meanly.

"it's fine." he insists, your pointer finger grazes his cheek and you turn your head away.

"i don't wanna !" you shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you hold back a giggle.

"yn. you're fine." he insists. he'd made it a habit of calling you by your first name after you'd started hanging out more. you called most of your friends by their first names pretty quickly into the year, your cheeriness making it easy for you to get along with everyone but you always were a little on guard with katsuki at first. he'll never admit it, but he was a little jealous that you'd call everyone in your shared friend group by their first name except for him. the sweet bubbly tone in your voice when you called for sero or kirishima made a nasty feeling bubble up in the pits of his stomach he'd desperately tried to push away. until one day he'd snapped during your group outing at the mall (outing he was coerced into going to by kirishima after finding out you where going too)

he'd regretted how whiney and bitter he sounded at the time, but he thinks it was worth it every time you'd look at him and say his name so sweetly, definitely worth it, as embarrassing as it was. and he'd started calling you by your first name too shortly after. all your friends do, but it felt so, so different with him.

finally your fingers make contact with the staples on his cheek. you peek up to look at him then. you run your fingers across them ever so softly, making sure not to hurt him. katsuki slowly let's go of your hand. unmoving and unnervingly still as you take your time scanning his face.

"so ?" he raises a brow, smirk slowly melting into a softer smile as he sees you smile to yourself.

"it's..not bad.." you tentatively start, still too worried to move too suddenly. he hums playfully. "and you don't feel it at all ?" you ask

"at all." he softly shakes his head. you don't realise you've gotten closer to his face but he sure has, and you end up realizing a little too late, but neither of you move away. you try to, but katsuki pulls you back in before you can get far. "do i still look cool up close ?" he jests, but there's some seriousness and vulnerability in his gaze. you smile warmly.

"yup," you say softly, you hear katsuki inhale sharpy, eyes never leaving yours "definitely still the coolest. not scary at all" you giggle, he rolls his eyes but chuckles. before you can question your positition or move away (or closer) to him you see the bus arriving in the distance. he notices it too and you share a look before you take a step back, smiling shyly at the floor while he keeps his gaze on the bus on the way.

until—

"OW, fuck !!"

your eyes snap up to see katsuki holding his cheek in his hand, your heart hammers and your eyes widen. you're next to him in two steps. "what, what—why-what happened ??!" you stammer, your hands reaching up to grab ahold of his face though you stutter, maybe it was your fault ?!

until—katsuki bursts out laughing. mean, but undeniably cute watery cackles that have you furrowing your brows in confusion until your jaw drops in realization.

the. asshole.

"you're not funny !" you whine, pushing at his arm although pushing might be the overstatement of the century. it could be more comparable to a nudge because even though he is an asshole, you wouldn't want to hurt him. even if he deserves it, you're better than that. you'll just think about hurting him.

katsuk chuckles breathelessly, grabbing your arm while you walk closer and stretch your arm out to signal the bus to stop. "it was funny, admit it !"

"you suck. you're the worst." scanning your bus ticket and walking ahead ignoring him, katsuki quickly scans his ticket and follows diligently behind you.

"you thought it was hilarious." he smirks.

"the absolute worst, the lowest of the low." you huff, ignoring the persistant heat of his eyes on you. he only snickers.

"i see you laughing."

today, you arrive to school with katsuki not at the school gates waiting for you, but walking together with you to start your new school year as second years. and you both hope you can make a habit out of this.

[b1mbodoll]

gabi every time u post what ur thinking abt i am condemned with incurable brain rot :( ive alr sent u an ask abt puppy jake so im here to talk abt sungkitty ! who manhandles u to sit between his thighs so he can ‘clean u’ after a long day, hard in his shorts where he’s been practically edging himself grinding against your lower back, licking at your cheeks and neck and everywhere else. he tuts at you and growls against your neck when he realises what a mess you’ve made a mess of ur panties, pins you underneath him and spends what feels like forever licking at the sticky, milky-white mess you’ve left for him. sucks the sodden material of your panties and pockets them, claiming it’s been forever since you got him a new toy, the least you could do is let him keep these. palms at your boobs and asks what he has to do to have you leaking for him there too, mumbles against your clit that he’s gonna breed you til it sticks. sometimes he hates the way jake is always yipping at your heels, and takes it out on u :( hits your toothbrush when you’re brushing your teeth to watch you gag n tear up, glaring at him so cutely it makes him want to push you to your knees and give you something else to gag on. he always messes with the thermostat in your apartment, he’s a kitty, he doesn’t like the cold all that much, but it gives him an excuse to drape himself over you, knead your thighs and pinch your nipples because they’re poking through your shirt :( shoves jake out of your bed at night because he wants to be the one watching when your pretty tits slip out of your shirt, wants to bite at them when you stop stroking behind his ears, but also suck and lick at them when he’s drowsy and wants to be a little affectionate :(( tells it’s so gross that jake is always peeing on you or in you when you fool around to mark you up, scoffs and skulks around the apartment scoffing abt how a pretty, refined kitty like him would never do something so disgusting, but he will ! has you sucking his cock when you feel his grip tighten in your hair, and suddenly he’s tilting his head to the side, frowning that the first thing you tried to do was pull away when you feel his warmth trickling down your sore throat. you let jakey mark you with his piss, but you won’t let him do the same? he accuses you of playing favourites and makes you swallow every last drop, so hard that it’s painful watching the few droplets that escaped around the girth of his cock trickle down over your tits :( (ik my asks are alw soso long gabi so please don’t ever feel any pressure to answer them or write smth in response, i js wanted to share my thoughts + i hope ur resting well i miss seeing u on the tl :( from ur fairy anon !)

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + kitty! hoon + puppy! jake mentioned + masturbation + lactation + oral + anal ment + omorashi

💌: my fairy… i dont even know what to reply to this. i fear i’ve gatekept this for long bcs its quite literally perfection.. i think m gna pass out.

mean kitty hoon is such a little pervert n ur so right he would steal your drenched panties :( takes his time dragging his rough tongue over your clothed cunt because he loves how wet n messy you get 😵‍💫 such a nasty lil thing he 100% uses them to jerk off later 😖 or better yet, uses them to tease puppy! jake :x

“hates the way jake is always yipping at your heels” oh… my god. poor jakey he’s just a little himbo :( feel like sunghoon would try to distract the poor mutt with your messy panties n it works 😓 yunie jerks his cock with your panties n completely misses out on fucking you bcs that’s what hoonie wanted :( whines n begs you to let him breed your overstimulated hole bcs your kitty was sooo mean to him!!

god him asking what he’s gotta do to get your tits leaking… im gonna pass out!!!!!! once he realizes knocking you up causes your tits to leak milk, he’s not stopping until you’re bred properly n his cum fills your womb 😵‍💫 hoonie’s so fucking desperate to taste your milk he doesn’t even care whose cum it is that sticks.. when his cock is spent n the poor thing’s shooting blanks he doesn’t stop… he lets jake be the one to fuck you but he talks the puppy through the whole thing. hisses when jake cums too early n pulls harshly on his fluffy ears to get his attention.

when they’re finished, an obscene amount of cum is steadily dripping from your cunt n it makes hoon’s ears lay flat against his head as he glares at your leaking hole. purchases a plug immediately n every time after they’re done with you, he never forgets to slip it inside, not wanting any more to go to waste before you’re knocked up.

im so weak for omo, you’re soooo twisted for this part… gosh just prim n proper kitty hoon that’s disgusted by jake pissing on or inside his owner :( joins you in the shower n helps clean you off because he absolutely Hates that your filthy mutt is able to get away with such depraved asks.. always sneers at him n complains to you that you’re too nice to him n that you jeed to put your foot down every once in a while.

you listen, n ask jake not to do it for at least a little while bcs your kitty doesnt like it 🥺 jake’s whiney but ultimately agrees n sunghoon’s behavior changes. rather than wrinkle his nose n tell you that you smell too much like jake, he becomes more possessive because you smell like you again. curls his tail around you as you deepthroat his cock n when he cums in your mouth you swallow all of it, peering up at him through wet lashes as you noisily suck his tip.

the sight’s too fucking much for hoonie, you look so pretty on your knees for him n he’s dying to ruin you. uses his thumbs to wipe your tears before placing his big hands on the back of your head and forcing you to take him all the way inside your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat n making you squirm n struggle to pull off. warmth floods your mouth n you choke it down, some of his piss dribbling down your chin and tits, making you moan around his cock. hoon’s soooo upset that you even struggled in the first place and pouts his way into fucking your ass full of cum next, somewhere you havent even let jake use yet <3

[some-triangles]

I've been on tumblr since 2011, and this is technically a sideblog. My creative focus shifted over here, to - I guess what could loosely be referred to as fandom space? It was Homestuck's fault - many years ago, and I more or less consciously decided to shift the original blog's purpose from writing little bits of poetry about weird birds to finding bird videos on other platforms that I thought could go viral and reposting (stealing) them. (Always credited, of course. I'm not a monster.) This worked pretty well, and now I have 6000+ followers over there. Since I never use it to promote anything or for any purpose beyond birdposting I feel OK about this as an experiment. I mostly use it to people-watch.

The latest video I have gaining traction over there is one my friend Rat sent me (one of many friends who either found me through birds or Homestuck and each is equally plausible) in which a pelican at a petting zoo is forced to cough up the gosling it was attempting to swallow by a handler who has clearly had to deal with this many times before. She then frogmarches (birdmarches?) it away by its beak. Good stuff, and very on brand, as I've been warning people about the horrors of pelican vore for ages. (I even got my very own pervert for a while, an anon who kept badgering various bird blogs to write about what it might be like to be swallowed.) When something I post starts doing numbers I like to watch the notes and tags, because it fascinates me how people like to make the same jokes, over and over and over. Not even their own jokes. I have never fully understood this but it's undeniably foundational to the way the internet works. Like, I get dropping References in conversation - social glue and all that, fun and funny - but in a public forum? Where you could literally check and see how many people have said the same thing before you got to it? Baffling. Universal.

Anyway. We started slow with this one, and we had some discerning folks doing Democracy Manifest bits - succulent avian meal, and all that. As references go it's a pretty good one, as it has its own wikipedia page and everything, and it's timely with Jack Karlson's recent passing. There were a few I am Forcibly Escorted From tags, which is nice, since you don't hear that one much these days. A bunch of quotidian "she's so done" or "like a toddler being dragged by his ear" observations, mostly uninspiring, although the specificity of one person's "my mom dragging me into the church bathroom to whoop my ass" was worth sharing. A little bit of the classic concern trolling you get with any animal video - why indeed is this bird being kept in the same place as all these edible little guys? But, inevitably, because it is the perfect time to use it, most people went with "put baby in pelican mouth."

And the thing about this is that I know the person who wrote the original "put baby in pelican mouth" post. We met through tumblr. She was absolutely inspired by my pelican posting to write that piece, and I know that because we ended up dating. It ended badly, and I still have regrets about it, and now, every time I make a pelican post, I am treated to a choir of strangers - literally hundreds of them - repeating a joke which was written by my ex-girlfriend. It's straight from the ironic punishment division, really. But birdpost I must, and tagwatch I must.

Anyway, Nikki, if you're out there, hope you're doing well.

[beomiracles]

hihi , firstly, congrats on the big 500!!! i’ve never sent you any asks before bc i’m shy even thru anon but your writings are amazing!!!! i often find myself re-reading criminal conscience because the way you write is just so detailed and perfect! since it’s the last day of requesting today, i wasn’t sure if you’re taking in any. but if you are, i was wondering if you’ve ever thought about writing an enemies to lovers for beomgyu? i’ve never requested before so i might not be good at expressing 😭🥹 but i was thinking academic rivals sort of thing where they’ve been rivals throughout most of their school years but they actually hold a soft spot for each other much like the netflix series ‘never have i ever’ i just love seeing 2 nerds not realising how much they actually love each other and are meant for one another like the fluff, angst, (sexual) frustration. chef’s kiss!

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... hii anonnie!! please don't be shy to talk to me I love love love interacting with you guys! :> YOU REREAD CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE? I think my heart exploded (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ — i loved your idea super super much, it's not very angsty rather fluffy I'd say but I still tried to incoorperate the enemies part! I hope you can still find it a good read >.<

wc -> 1.8k

pairings academic rival!beomgyu x afab!reader warnings enemies to ???, nothing crazy i'd say !

You let out a startled noise as Beomgyu slams his test paper down on your desk. Blinking up at him, you’re met with a menacing expression as he cocks an eyebrow toward his paper, a big 100%, written in red marker presented next to his name. You frown as you let out a small scoff, “you came all the way over here to shove a mere paper in my face?”

Beomgyu sneers as he snatches his test back, glancing down toward your own sheet which you immediately cover with your hand. — It doesn’t take him much effort to pry your guarding arms away and his eyes widen as they land on the 87% mark. The smirk that quickly etches its way to his lips is enough to make your stomach drop as you breathe out a heavy sigh. “Holy shit, you suck!” He exclaims, followed by a breathy laugh. 

You shoot him a glare, “fuck off will you?” It was already bad enough that you had scored lower than him, you had also scored low enough to where it might affect your total grade. The last thing you needed was Beomgyu’s endless nagging, a constant reminder of your failure. Math was hard, it was perhaps the only class you couldn’t quite wrap your head around, Beomgyu on the other hand, seemed to have little issues as he sauntered around with his test sheet held high. 

“Hey!” A few familiar faces approach your table and you sit up a bit straighter. “How’d it go?” One of the guys asks, you can’t quite place him but you know that he also took this class. Another girl nudged his side, “what — are you stupid? Obviously she scored a hundred, she’s just as smart as Beomgyu, maybe even smarter.” The girl turns to you with an expectant smile and you feel your chest churn with disappointment. 

The first guy leans forward, “what’d you answer on question 15?” He wonders as he tries to sneak a glance at your paper. “I…” you quietly begin as you fumble for an excuse, “well I…I can’t remember”, you nervously chuckle. “Ah”, he leans back slightly as he frowns, “then can I see your paper?” — You bite your lip as your gaze flits between him and your test sheet, gripped tightly in your hands. “I don’t know”, you mumble and he groans, “oh come on, just one peek..” he presses. 

“She said no”, Beomgyu’s firm voice cuts through the tense air as the guy snaps his head in his direction. “Yeah but she knows the answer–” he begins but is quickly cut short as Beomgyu pushes his own sheet against his chest, making him stumble backward in the process, “then look at mine instead”, he grunts as he turns his back on your confused classmate. 

Bewildered, you glance between Beomgyu and the retreating group of people as they flip through his test paper. You open your mouth to say something but Beomgyu has already turned on his heel as he made his way back to his own desk. — It was odd, shouldn’t he be thrilled to let everyone know just how much of an idiot you were? Thinking back, you couldn’t recall a single instance in which he had been kind to you. Excet today. 

Determined to score at least a 95 on your next test, you find yourself in a quiet corner of the library as late afternoon turns into early evening. Outside the window, students were emptying out of the large building as they headed home, the library had been almost vacant for the past hour. Your gaze drifts back to the multiple sheets of papers splayed across your desk, containing all sorts of advanced formulas. Your fingers rubbed the sides of your temple as you tried to decipher the equations before you. At some point, the letters and numbers had just started to blend together, creating one big mess and you groaned as you let your head drop forward. 

Suddenly, the large oak doors of the library are pushed open and your ears perk up as you follow the sounds of footsteps approaching. You frown, who else would come here at such an hour, if not…Refusing a heavy sigh, you glance up to see Beomgyu pulling out the chair next to yours as he takes a seat beside you. — You could already imagine all the things he had to say and you cursed yourself for not choosing to study at home. 

However, he remains quiet beside you as he leans back in his chair, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans as he gazes ahead without as much as a word. Awkwardly, you shift in your own seat, reorganizing a few papers as you peer at him through the corner of your eye. — Finally you can’t take it anymore, “what do you want?” The question comes out like more of an accusation, but you don’t care.

Beomgyu shrugs before glancing over at your papers. “Advanced algebra?” He asks as his gaze travels over the, in his eyes, familiar formulas. Nodding, you internally groan, expecting a snarky remark. His next words surprise you. 

“Do you need any help?” 

It was a baffling statement coming from Choi Beomgyu, especially when directed to you. For as long as you could remember the two of you had been neck to neck when it came to your grades. The number on your papers suddenly determined a lot more — it determined your pride, perhaps even your happiness. There was truly no such feeling as scoring higher than Beomgyu, the bitter look on his face whenever you shoved your results up his nose. But then came your advanced math courses and suddenly, you weren’t playing in the same lane anymore. 

You frown as you turn in your seat, searching his face for any kind of mischief. But you find nothing. Beomgyu tilts his head to the side as he studies you with a small grin, “algebra is pretty shit”, he then says and you feel the corner of your lip twitch into something dangerously close to a smile. “Yeah”, you mutter as you slide your book across the table for him to have a look. — “Ah um, question 29”, you quietly mumble and Beomgyu nods as his gaze flickers to the equation on the page. 

“You need to factorize this part before you can find the value of x”, he says without tearing his eyes from the book. You blink as your eyes flit between his face and the paper in front of him, then back to your own unsolved equation in your notebook. Upon noticing your silence he lifts his gaze to look at you. “Do you have an extra pencil?” He wonders and you nod as you scramble to open your pencil case. 

“Start by breaking out 2 from all of these”, he says as he leans over to write alongside your failed previous attempts. When this close, the smell of his perfume fills your senses, he smelled like fresh apples, neither sweet nor sour, just…nice. You try your best to keep up with the movement of the pen as he breaks down the equation, explaining things as he went. Though your gaze slowly drifts to his fingers around the pencil, to the small watch around his wrist, to his exposed forearms, his shirt pushed up to his elbows, your eyes trail along the faint veins, noting how the muscles there flex as he grips the pencil. 

Your gaze then flickers toward his face, inches from yours, his lips moving, though the words coming out goes unregistered by your clouded mind. You watch the slight flush of his cheeks, his soft hair falling across his forehead. You watch his eyebrows twitch, his dark eyes unwavering as he focuses on the problem at hand. — You don’t even realize when he stops talking, the air around you falling into a thick silence. It’s not until he lifts his gaze over to you that you finally jump back into action. 

Blinking away the surprise, your lips part as you search for a way to explain yourself. Beomgyu beats you to it, “did that make sense?” he asks, if he had caught on to your blatant stare he didn’t comment on it, you felt grateful. Biting your lip, your eyes drop back to his neat handwriting, “I uh…” Not really, no. But you couldn’t possibly say that. 

“Here, I’ll walk you through it”, he says as he points the tip of the pencil toward the beginning of his lengthy calculation. This time you get it right, and a small part of you felt hopeful, like you actually had a chance at scoring those 95%. — “Hey um”, you turn to him with a hesitant frown, not wanting to come off as ungrateful, yet you don't think you could go without asking. “Why are you doing this? I mean, helping me, didn’t think it would be in your best interest..” 

Beomgyu remains quiet as he watches you with a small smirk, “I suppose not.” He then sighs as he leans back against his chair, the scent of apples suddenly diminishing from your radar. “I saw you in class”, he drawls as he twirls your pencil between his fingers, studying it intently, “I guess I realized…it doesn’t feel particularly good to win if the odds aren’t fair.” His eyes snap back to yours and he offers you a small grin. “Don’t you think?”

Your lips part but no words come out and you find yourself gawking at him almost dumbfoundedly. Was this really the same guy you had been competing with all these years? In the golden glimmer of the setting sun, Choi Beomgyu suddenly looked different, very different. — “I do suppose you are right..” you mumble as your gaze drops to your paper. 

Beomgyu reaches over to his bag as he rummages through it, seemingly in search of something. The small rustling noise garners your attention as you subtly peer over at him. “I actually came here to ask”, he begins as he slides a textbook over toward you. Immediately recognizing the sleek cover, your fingers trails across the title. Mythology was your favorite subject, and the book before you, well you knew it by heart. 

You give him a questioning glance as Beomgyu sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He clears his throat, “I uh, I came here to ask if you could help me with this.” He quickly motions toward the book in your hands, “I…I’m stuck on chapter six”, he mumbles and you flip the book open, easily sorting through its contents. 

The corner of your lip twitches as you place the textbook between the two of you. Beomgyu gives you a hopeful look and you offer him a genuine smile, it was probably the first time you had smiled in his presence.

“I’ll walk you through it. After all, winning isn’t fun if the odds aren’t fair.”

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miscommunication I LOVE IT SM ,

eddie and reader are best friends, he sees reader talking to gareth & gareth tells eddie he has a crush on someone , automatically eddie assumes its the reader so he feels hurt that gareth would “like her” but really shes helping gareth talk to her sister & eddie stops talking to them and kicks reader & gareth out of hellfire , hes angry for weeks so he blows off dates and movie days even when reader shows up to his house with flowers 5 times he still blows her off waynes upset at eddie too. , until theyre having a party eddie wasn’t invited to but dustin brought him , thats when he finds out everything cuz sees reader all by herself in the kitchen while gareth is with her sister , he thinks its gareth that made her sad but really it was him.

A few random notes!

I would like to personally thank everyone for being so patient with me. It's been a few months since I've written a longish fic so this may be incredibly rusty! I hope it's still worth reading.

To the anon who requested, if you even remember requesting this ( it's been a hot minute since you sent it in...) Thank you so much for being patient with this!! I hope you like it and it's what you wanted :)

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Y/N spent her time with two people, and usually those two people only. Her two best friends, Gareth and Eddie. The three were always together, but weren't afraid to be a part. Eddie and Gareth liked their guy time, where they talked about girls and the band. She enjoyed talking to Gareth about her huge crush on Eddie. And Gareth liked to talk to her about his crush, Y/N's sister. And her time alone with Eddie? Wasn't ever friendly. There were lingering gazes, cuddling, his hand on her thigh and her hand in his hair. He listened closely, always kissing her forehead when she cried. She could talk about anything with him. He never judged her, made everything she said feel important. And one thing she wasn't used to- he made her feel loved and made her emotions feel valid.

Her heart raced too fast for them to be friends. But Eddie wasn't easy to read, she had no idea if he was into her or just was a flirty friend.

Gareth wanted help with asking out Y/N's sister, Steph, which she jumped at the opportunity. Her brain needed a break from Eddie and her feelings for him.

Gareth first planned to go to Eddie but figured Eddie's too chicken to admit his feelings, how would he be any help? Plus it's Y/N's sister, she'll know every detail he needs to win over Steph.

~~

Eddie wasn't quite sure what happened. Or how he was so blind. Gareth and Y/N started to get closer out of nowhere. Suddenly sitting side by side at lunch, whispering to each other. Shoving shoulders as they passed in the halls. Even during Eddie's alone time with Y/N, Gareth finds a way to be there. Did Eddie not see a sign? He never once saw Gareth as Y/N's type. And Y/N definitely wasn't Gareth's type. So what was going on?

But sadly all the pieces fit when Gareth admitted he had a crush.

"okay man, so I got this crush on this girl right? She's going to be at a party this weekend and I think I'm going to go for it" Gareth smiled.

Eddie felt his heart sink into his stomach. Gareth had a crush, and it was obvious who the crush was on.

"what party?" Eddie wondered, he wasn't invited to any party.

"some popular chick, no idea what her name is. But Y/N invited me" Eddie has never once wanted to punch his best friend across the face, but the smug smile on Gareth's lips was way too tempting.

Y/N invited Gareth, to a party. Not a single word mentioned to Eddie. A party that was this weekend, five days away and she hasn't said a word. But asked Gareth?

His two best friends liked each other

~~

Eddie was acting weird. It was the middle of the week and Y/N has barely seen him. He stopped coming to lunch, he never opened his front door when she pounded on it for hours, and he won't answer her calls.

She wasn't sure what happened but tonight was hellfire and she planned to get answers.

~~

Y/N and Gareth headed to hellfire earlier than the rest, knowing Eddie would be setting up. They wanted to get him alone to ask why he was avoiding both of them.

"Hey Eds?" She said softly, walking further in the room, eyes catching that there were two chairs missing.

"wait, who's not coming?" Gareth questioned

"You two are out. " Eddie said flat, not bothering to look at them as he dug out his notebook

"OUT?" Gareth yelped out

"wait why? Tonight is too important for us to be out" Y/N aruged

"I want you guys out of my club" Eddie said, eyes finally looking at his two "best friends"

He knew he was being an idiot. Taking his feelings out on them. Not giving either a chance to explain themselves. He also knows he hasn't given Y/N the time of the day or night.

He kept trying to shrug off Wayne's disapproving look when Eddie refused to open the door. Y/N screaming his name on the other side. One night Wayne came in with flowers and a note for Eddie. Eddie knew exactly who they were from. It was the same flowers he got every year, for their friendiversary. Something Y/N always demanded they celebrated together. He remembers the angry look in Wayne's eyes as he threw the flower right back outside.

"It is not just your club!" Y/N's sharp tone snapped Eddie out of his thoughts. Blinking slowly as he looked at both of them.

"yeah. We've been in this club together since the beginning of high school. We have just as much importance to our club as you do" Gareth stood his ground.

"I'm the leader, you two are just like the rest of the sheep. My word goes" Eddie fought back, crossing his arms as he puffed out his chest. Trying to ignore the sad look that came across Y/N's face.

"You know what? Fine" Y/N snapped, slamming the door behind her as she marched out.

"dude! What's your fucking problem?" Gareth snapped. The coldness Eddie has been giving them was uncalled for.

"I don't have a fucking problem. Go follow your little girlfriend and get the fuck out" Eddie snapped, turning around to pretend to look for something. Not looking as the door slammed again.

~~

Saturday arrived

Gareth was in his room, searching for his best clothes.

Y/N covered her lips in Eddie's favorite red gloss.

And Eddie found himself in his bedroom, strumming his guitar. He hasn't talked to either of his friends since the big blowout. Thursday and Friday passed with glares and silence. A lonely Friday night in his room, a night that was usually filled with giggles and weed when Y/N slept over every single weekend. But once again, Eddie refused to open the door.

His two friends were going on a date to a big party and Eddie was going to spend his Saturday night driving Dustin to whatever friends house and going back home to smoke alone.

~~

"and it's that house!" Dustin pointed out, excitedly bouncing in his seat as Eddie pulled up.

"Dustin, this is a huge party! How did you get invited?" Eddie scoffed. Even a fucking freshmen was getting invited to parties. Is this the one Gareth and Y/N were at? Eddie felt his stomach turn thinking of them dancing on the inside.

"a family friend. Come in?" Dustin asked, shutting the door before Eddie could even answer.

Eddie wasn't sure why, but he followed.

~~

"you got this! She likes you. Be yourself, good luck" Y/N squealed, shoving Gareth ahead. A proud smile on her face.

She watched from across the room, a full drink in her hand. Smiling as she watched Gareth walk up to her sister. Barely one word in and the two were smiling like idiots. It made her think of Eddie. She missed him.

She watched them hug, smile slowly falling. She missed Eddie's hugs. She missed his smell and how warm he was.

Then they giggled. She missed laughing with Eddie. Getting high in his bedroom. She looked at Eddie like he held the stars and now she can't even look at him without needing to cry.

And once she saw them kiss, that's when the tears fell.

~~

He doesn't know how but his eyes found her in seconds. She stood alone, holding a cup. Eddie could tell she was sad. Her body language was slouched and small.

He may have been pissed at her, but he'd always care.

"aren't you supposed to be having fun at parties?" He chuckled, sliding right next to her, not bothering to see what she was watching so closely.

"aren't you supposed to be ignoring me?" she snapped. Her eyes not leaving Gareth. If she looked at Eddie, she'd break down.

"that's fair" he swallowed. He's been an ass, he can't expect a joke to make things better.

Eddie finally looked to where she was staring, his eyes going hard when he saw Gareth kissing another girl

Wait! ......that wasn't just a girl

That was Y/N's sister

"I'm gonna kill him" Eddie snapped, planning to march forward when Y/N grabbed his hand

"hey. What? Why?" Y/N panicked

"HE'S CHEATING!" Eddie yelled, looking at her like she grew two heads. But not releasing her hand.

"what! No he's not" Y/N slightly chuckled. Feeling her tears starting to dry. Just feeling his skin made everything feel better.

"then why are you crying?" Eddie asked

"I'm not" she quickly lied. Dropping his hand to clear off her face quickly

"yes you were. You were looking at him and crying. You like him right? And he's kissing your sister" Eddie explained

"I do NOT like him" Y/N laughed, that was just ridiculous

"what? You guys have been sneaking off and always together" Eddie tried to explain. How was he seeing this situation wrong?

"he wanted to ask out my sister, I was helping" She explained, a small smile on her face as his puppy eyes looked confused.

"your sister? Crush? Not you?" Eddie blabbed out. He couldn't lie, he felt his body fill with relief. He tried not to think about what they did when he wasn't around but asking out Steph was nowhere near his radar.

"no? Why would he like me?" Y/N scoffed. A boy hasn't liked her since forever. Not that she cared. She just wanted the confusion boy across from her to like her.

"because it's you!" Eddie explained like it was common knowledge.

Y/N felt her face warm but tried not to get her hopes up.

"Can we talk? Somewhere quiet? Or are we still ignoring each other?" She asked, shyly looking at him. Eddie hated the small sad smile on her face. All Eddie had to do was talk to his best friends and all his unnecessary drama could have been avoided.

"yeah. I have my van" Eddie offered an encouraging smile, grabbing her hand again and leading her out to the front yard.

~~

"what happened?" Y/N spoke first, breaking the silence.

"I thought you and Gareth liked each other and I got upset" Eddie sighed, hearing himself admit it made him feel dumb.

"Eds, even if we did, we wouldn't stop hanging out with you. We'll always be best friends" Y/N explained, holding Eddie's hand softly.

"that's not what made me upset, baby" Eddie admitted, refusing to make eye contact.

"then what? Got a crush on Gareth or something?" She joked, laughing to herself.

"he's not the one I have a crush on" Eddie confessed, he could feel his palms getting sweaty. The hand she was holding was shaking slightly. Her thumb rubbed his hand softly.

"oh"

Eddie deflated at her response. Of course she wasn't interested. He was dumb for being upset and he was dumb for liking her

"I'm sorry. I know we are friends and that's all we will be" Eddie followed after. A fake smile on his face as he looked at her. Ignoring that his heart raced. He noticed her lips covered in his favorite gloss. He wanted to taste her.

"that's not true. That's not all we can be" she said, leaning a little closer. " Gareth isn't the one I have a crush on either" She winked, a small smile on her face.

Eddie blinked at her blankly. Was she saying she liked him?

"...you like me?" Eddie squeaked out

"yes I do. But I like you a little bit less after the way you treated me and Gareth" she teased lightly, but still meaning her words

"yeah, I'm sorry. That was just a dick move. You guys didn't deserve that"

"We didn't. Ignoring us? Kicking us out of hellfire? You have a lot of ass kissing to do" this time she wasn't teasing. And he could tell.

"I know. I fucked up and I'll earn my forgiveness from the both of you" Eddie promised

"why didn't you accept the flowers?" Her thumb stopped moving on his hand. Her eyes looked away from his as she felt her throat burn. The same horrible feeling in her stomach when she saw her flowers crumpled up in his front yard

"that was very uncalled for and I'm incredibly sorry for acting like that. I was being pathetic and taking everything out on you and I shouldn't have. The flowers were beautiful. Wayne totally chewed out my ass for the past week" Eddie admitted. He was embarrassed of how he acted. Truthfully, the next night when it began to storm, he raced out and collected the flowers. The flowers now sat on his bedside table.

"I'm glad he did. Your ass deserved it. Gareth's been waiting also" She laughed, using her free hand to poke his side.

"I think he'll be a little too busy for that" Eddie joked, throwing a wink.

"but on a serious note, Gareth deserves an apology too. We also deserve our spots in hellfire. And we deserve respect for our roles in it. And you have to plan a celebration of our anniversary"

"done, done, done and definitely done" Eddie said, checking off imaginary boxes

"you do understand that you hurt my feelings, right? That you have to make up for that? You need to make it up to me as a friend before we ever try to be anything more" Y/N explained

"I understand and I agree. I want to make it up to you, and Gareth. I'm going to make it up to you, I promise. Then I'm gonna sweep you off of your feet" Eddie smirked, a horrible wink sent her way that caused her to giggle

"be ready to put in the time and work, won't be easy Munson" she smirked back, leaning to kiss his cheek.

"I've got all the time in the world, baby" he smiled, loving that his favorite gloss now covered his cheek

He can make it up to Gareth later, right now his focus was on her.

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[kookslastbutton]

hii i hope ur well!! just wanna say i absolutely adore ur writing it's so addictive ahaha <33 here's a request i have, if u don't mind: so basically jin and the reader are in a relationship and jin was pretty confident with the relationship at the start, but he feels like after y/n met the other members they spend more time with each other than jin + y/n, and then one day something happens thats just the last straw for him so his jealousy is now visible + a hot make out sesh if u dont mind lmaoo

End of the Line ༓ KSJ (m)

✑ Summary: Your relationship with Seokjin hits a bumpy path when he notices you've been spending more time with his friends than him. It's an understatement to say your boyfriend has had enough of it.

pairing: seokjin x reader

au/genre: fluff, little bit of angst, some crack, suggestive smut, established relationship, drabble

rating: m, 18+

word count: 1,392

warnings: seokjin is jealous and a bit pompous lol, seokjin just wants oc to pay attention to him again 🥺, reference to super tuna bc I couldn't resist, also yeah some crack at first bc its Seokjin, swearing, light fighting, hot make out session as requested, ass gr*pping, manhandling, feat. jhs, myg, & kth

now playing: super tuna

a/n: This was very fun to write anon! 🤩 tysm for your kind words!! It means so much to me 💗 I really hope you like this ☺

You and Seokjin started out as friends—always accompanying the other to weddings, karaoke nights, nature walks, and even fishing trips. It was when Seokjin caught a super tuna on one of his trips to sea that you were beyond proud of him. You didn't hesitate at all to pull out your phone and take a picture of him with his catch.

Seokjin marks it as the day he knew he couldn't just stay friends with you, so he asked you out. It wasn't every day that he'd meet someone who'd get as excited over super tuna as he did after all.

'This tuna will not be released back into the water!' he promised to himself while smiling at the camera with you behind it.

Ever since that day you and Seokjin have been going out as a couple for three months. At first, the two of you were inseparable. You went on multiple dates a week; three at least.

But that all turned upside down when he took the plunge to introduce you to his inner circle, his main guys. Now whenever he asks about your day or your whereabouts you tell him you're out with Namjoon or hanging out with Jimin.

It couldn't be more obvious that you prefer spending time with his friends over him—your boyfriend. Well, he's World Wide Handsome, so whatever this thing is will end today.

Seokjin stands in front of his full-length bedroom mirror, plain white t-shirt, and classic denim jeans. The front pieces of his hair are pushed to either side of his face to make a clean middle part. "This should get her attention." He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a mirror selfie. "I look damn good today." He sends the photo to you right after.

Seokjin: Having a good hair day, don't you think? [sent an image]

He eagerly waits for your response which typically only takes a few short minutes. But when the time on his phone jumps ahead twenty minutes without a reply, he just knows something's up.

Jagiya 😘: it's nice ❤😊

"Unbeliveable," he scoffs. "That's all you have to say?" Seokjin nearly glares at the screen as he types out a response.

Seokjin: Where are you? I miss you and want to see you 😞

Jagiya 😘: I'm home bby. We can go out if you want??

Seokjin lights up at this. He hasn't been able to see you all week between work schedules and oh yeah...you hanging out with his friends. The last part has him scowling. He's glad you get along with his buds and all but did you have to get so close to all of them?!

Seokjin: yes, come over as soon as you can! We can see a movie or go for lunch 😀

Jagiya: okay, I'll be there in half an hour.

Mission complete. Seokjin slips his phone back into his pocket and combs his slender fingers through his hair.

"Congratulations bro, your girlfriend's yours again!" He gives himself a pat over the shoulder then heads to the living room to wait for you.

When he hears fists pounding on his door he leaps to open it with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Hey hyung!" Seokjin's grin melts when he sees Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung standing in the hallway outside his apartment. You're in between all of them, touching a little too close in his opinion. Seokjin tosses you a 'what the fuck' look instantly.

"Kook, Joon, and Jimin had other plans so they couldn't make it. The rest of us are free though. What movie are we seeing?" You say, oblivious to your error.

Seokjin doesn't reply but clutches your wrist and pulls you towards him, more aggressively than he meant. He then slams the door before the others can walk in.

"Seokjin! What the hell are you doing?" You shake your wrist from out of his grasp, bewildered by his sudden temperament.

"What am I doing? I'm asking you the same thing! I said I wanted to go out with you today, not the peanut gallery!"

"Hey, fuck you man!" On the other side of the door Yoongi cusses. Seokjin pays no attention to it as he's far too concerned with you.

"I'm sorry Jinnie—" you start, realizing he wanted this is be a date. "I ran into the guys on the way over and invited them because I thought we were just hanging out. The more the merrier..."

Seokjin's eyes widen, the vein in his neck slightly protruding. His eyebrows knit together too. "Hang out? Since when do we just hang out? Are you my girlfriend or not?"

"Of course I am—"

"Then why are you bringing them everywhere you go?! This isn't a polyamorous relationship, you know? We used to go out all the time but now I have to compete with five other men plus Jungkook!"

"Jungkook's a man!" Taehyung's baritone voice pipes.

"Shut up Tae, they're fighting in there," Hoseok shushes. "I really think we should leave. I feel odd standing out here."

"I second that," Yoongi turns to head to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"Oh, oh I think they're calming down now." Taehyung has his ear flushed against the apartment door. "I don't hear anything..."

"Yeah?" Hoseok leans his ear to the door too. Yoong watches them from a few feet away, arms crossed—he will not be one to fall into the door when it opens. "You're right," Hoseok speaks again. "It's dead silent in there."

From inside the apartment, Seokjin stares at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes rake up and down your body with a mix of pissed off and turned on. You look exceptionally stunning today, he observes.

"So this is all because you're jealous that I've been hanging out with your friends?"

"Yes, I'm jealous." Seokjin's hands fly up, further expressing his annoyance. "You're always too busy giggling with Jungkook or clinging onto Namjoon's biceps than going out with me, your boyfriend!"

"You are so exaggerating it. I'm just having some fun with them. And I'm not touching Namjoon's biceps so I don't know where that came from. Unless...." you narrow your eyes at the man. "You think they want to sleep with me don't you?"

"Well, why wouldn't they want you? Have you seen yourself?"

You'd be flattered by the compliment if you weren't already fuming at the fact your boyfriend is being so unbelievably unreasonable. "I can't believe you'd say that about your own friends Seokjin!" you say.

"I've known them longer than you have, so trust me. I know what I'm talking about okay?" Seokjin takes a deep breath. "I'm happy you're all friends. I just want to see you more..."

You sigh and walk up to him, hand reaching out to soothe him. "C'mon...we're just platonic. You know I love you right? I'd never do anything like that and they wouldn't either."

"I know. But fuck, you make me so crazy," he huffs and closes the distance with you. Rough hands press on your waist as he pulls you into himself. His plump lips lean down and kiss you with full force.

You let out a muffled whine and thread your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. "Seokjin-"

He shuts you up with his tongue that pushes into your mouth, licking every crevice he can find. He gives your ass a little squeeze too, before walking you backward and against the couch.

"Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" You pant when you're given a breath.

"No," he says, forcing you to sit down on the soft cushions. "I'm still mad because it seems you've forgotten who your boyfriend is around here and need reminding."

"Oh, wait—" you say when he starts climbing on top of you until you have no choice but to lay on your back. "Shouldn't we deal with them first?" You flick your eyes to the door where the guys were still patiently waiting; eavesdropping more like.

Seokjin traces his thumb on the bottom of your lip with a dangerous smirk. "Well, you're the one who brought them here, didn't you? And they came for a movie, no?"

You slap his chest at his antics. "No, absolutely not. Get off me. I'll tell them to beat it myself."

a/n: hoping this was okay? Lmk 💗

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[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Hello, I hope you are well. If it’s no trouble I’d like to put in a request King Baldwin x reader where she’s a kind but spoiled princess and spends money on new clothes in the latest fashion from her country. Baldwin has been asked to talk to her about her spending habits but he sees how happy it makes her getting new clothes from her home country because she’s expressed how much she’s missed it and in a way helps with her being homesick. A bit inspired by the Marie Antoinette scene where she’s trying on different clothes while eating the most delicious of cakes. Thank you.

♡ For You, My Love - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for the request, I like this idea a lot. I hope it's what you had in mind! (also I'm sorry its taken so long to get to this request 😭). As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy (barely mentioned in this one).

“Oh isn't it lovely Baldwin” y/n said happily, twirling around the room in her brand new gown. “Yes, it is beautiful my love” the king replied, looking up from his work to observe. He smiled as she admired herself in the mirror.

“It's the latest of its kind you know?” she said cheerfully. “It has only been available since last week! Isn't that amazing?!”.

Baldwin chuckled, “indeed, it is a gorgeous dress and you look impeccable in it”.

He loved seeing how happy receiving the latest fashion from her home country made his wife.

The queen had expressed to him one day that she missed her home and just wanted something to remind her of her family and their people.

She also missed the fashion. She loved the fashion of her home country. She even spent time designing dresses and other clothing in her free time.

The very same day, the young king sent a few servants to purchase some items of clothing from her home, for him to present to her as gifts in hope help her overcome the homesickness.

It worked like a charm.

That was many months ago now and since then her collection of the latest fashion had grown significantly.

She spent an awful lot of money on her collection and her spending habits had caught the attention of some royal officials who were more than displeased by the situation.

“My lord, you must speak with the queen about her spending” one had approached him to say. “She has spent far too much money on clothing in the last few weeks. It is inappropriate for a young woman to be so.. materialistic!”.

Baldwin had scowled at the man's statement.

“How dare you comment on my wifes modesty. She is your queen and you ought to show her respect” he pointed a gloved finger at the shorter man's chest. “She is more than permitted to spend as much as she likes on whatever she wants”.

The king had not mentioned anything of this interaction to y/n, simply allowing her to relish in new clothing each week.

He adored seeing her so happy. Watching her twirl around their shared chambers in new, brightly colored formal gowns with the biggest smile on her face was everything to him.

He would do anything to make her happy. Her smile was so beautiful.

However, there had been whispers around the castle about how she was “spoiled”. This angered the king immensely. She was the kindest soul he had ever met. She simply had a love for fashion. Was that such a crime?

Baldwin did everything in his power to shield his wife from the judging remarks of others, but occasionally, one or two split through the cracks.

More than once, he had discovered her crying in the royal chambers after somebody had insulted her about what she was wearing.

You see, the fashion of the queen's home country was far different to that of Jerusalem. It was far more extravagant and less “practical” as somebody had put it.

Still, she wore the dresses around the castle but would change into something better suited for a desert before going out . So she did not understand why people were so harsh.

“It's not like I'm wearing a ball gown while riding a horse? Why are they so rude?” y/n had told her husband through tears.

“They are just jealous, my love” Baldwin said.

“They are jealous that they themselves can not look as beautiful as you and afford the clothing that you can”.

He cupped her cheek in his hand, admiring her soft, perfect features. “You are so kind, my queen. You are the exact opposite of ‘spoiled’, you deserve the world and I will do anything to give it to you. Spending some money is the least I can do for you” he told her.

Y/n tried her best to ignore the words of others and remember her husband's words instead.

But still, the only place in the castle she was truly happy was in the royal chambers, trying on brand new gowns as Baldwin watched, complimenting her on each one.

That is where the queen was the happiest, and the king would continue to provide her that happiness, no matter what he was advised of doing.

[ghostieyanyan]

I’m the anon who requested the Yandere overblot Jamil. Other than him, I think Floyd has the most potential to be a yandere. The guy’s just unhinged. Maybe a bit too insane. So I thought what if he was too dangerous and insane that Floyd was locked away at a mental facility but managed to escape and kidnaps MC. Or maybe Floyd would be more unhinged as a yandere when he overblots. Either one is a great idea. Floyd would just destroy anyone who touches his Shrimpy

thank you for requesting again ^^ <3

this reminds me of @merakiui serial killer floyd (im one of her biggest fans) she wrote something about floyd in a prison on death row and mc/yuu is an journalist that interview him so that's what it reminds me of and i might be a little inspired by her work but i do want to try to have my original put on it too. so i hope that's okay.

~Crazy for you~

Patient!Floyd x caretaker!mc

Warnings: yandere, stalking, kidnapping,

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Floyd

yes. the boy is crazy. like off the hinges crazy, but he's actually really smart too. Sly, slimy, cold hearted eel. even when he got caught, he didn't even seem remorseful. But with his family that has connection everywhere, he was put into a mental facility for his "troubles."

you weren't anything special in that the facility, you just help with medication records, paper works, and if there was low staffs, you'll help give out the medication. but that rarely happened.

but this was a rare scenario, Floyd with his mood swings and violent behavioral issues made him a ticking time bomb for some people or like an eel waiting quietly in the cracks of the coral waiting for them to put their guard down.

it was a really busy day and a lot of the workers had to take care of other patients who has going through sever side affects with their medication. So this was going to be the first time you'll meet the famous Floyd Leech.

Since Floyd was so problematic, his has to be placed in a different room from the rest and when he takes medicate, you have to have a guard with you.

When you walked into the room, the room was a mess, even with the limited things that he had. Floyd was looking at you with his blanket over his head.

you had to lore him out like a kid... or better described, a monster..

it took a few minutes to get him out but when he did, a smile grew on his face. He gave you the nickname Shrimpy, because how small you are to him. He took his medicate and was really enjoying the "conversation" you two were having. more like he asked question and you just answered. i mean, they were simple questions, "what's your favorite color?", "your favorite food?" , "do you like the ocean?" , "if you can go anywhere you wanna go, where?"

after you finish, you were about to leave when Floyd sudden lunges at you. holding you against him.

"nooo... don't leave shrimpyy"

more guards has to come in and hold him down to get you out. you take a last look at him when you left. his eye were locked onto you...

The next few days, Floyd would act hostie with another workers, demanding that he wanted to see you. Its gotten so bad that the facility just gave you the role to take care of him until something changes in him.

you didn't know why or how you've won this eel man's heart but i guess you did. lucky you.

Your presents helped his mood so much that the facility thought that he was sane to leave. Frankly you think they just want to get rid of him, for good.

The day Floyd left, he didn't whine, he didn't scream or lunged at anyone. he was tamed as a house pet.

For his finally request, he asked to see his Shrimpy, when you approached, he gave you one tight hug and said something that sent a shiver down your spine.

He lets you go, sent a big smile and waved everyone good bye.

You vanish the next day, people thought that you tired of the crazy, like Floyd.

Or you could have been drugged in your home and dragged out to who knows where.

But when you do wake up you'll see the unsettling smiling face of an eel...

"welcome home shrimpy~"

~~~~~

sorry for misspellings qwq

[alexanderlightweight]

Hey, hoping you and your loved ones are doing well and that you are regaining your strength and health. Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you. This is me sending virtual hugs :)

Thank you!!!!

Anon this made me feel so much better about things recently I really appreciate you!

Also just; you and everyone on tumblr hs been so amazing and nice and understanding. I appreciate all of you, my ao3 has been getting a lot of commands about updates and I’m just… I want to update too! I write every day in my head. Im just typically wiped out after but I’ve stabilized enough in PT that we don’t have to do it as often. So i won’t be a turtle rolled on its back when I got home from it as much.

I got a lot sick due to being around a group of traveling, germ collecting niblings a few months ago. Since i hadn’t recovered from Covid (kept getting small illnesses). What followed was me finally getting into a few appointments I’d been waitlisted for months on. So I’ve been doing some hard core physical therapy and some other stuff to try and get my health back up.

@queensaryn aka Saeth’s fibro got fucked up with Covid and they’ve barely managed to leave the house twice a month (even just to sit in the car while I get groceries) but they’re also improving albeit slowly. We have to be careful with their goals and limits. Basically they have to be treated like an overripe peach or a plum blossom, or baby strawberries.

Very delicate.

The rest of the house recovered faster but they still have some long Covid symptoms like us and it’s been hard for everyone. Months past and sometimes one of us will still get taken by surprise when the lingering affects hit us.

But we’re getting better! Sorry if that seemed pessimistic, it’s been exhausting, but I’m definitely finally getting stronger. It does seem like every time I make two steps forward we find something else wrong and I go 1-3 steps back but after three years of fighting I’m getting help for some old injuries and damage.

Just last night I was plotting out a scene in ‘a craft of adoration’ that I can’t wait to actually type out. So thank you again for the encouragement, it makes me want to push through because I really love writing. And it’s a lot more encouraging then some very backhanded compliments and demands for updates on ao3.

Which tbf, they probs don’t know I’m sick and have been struggling but I’m already fighting so hard to get better that it gets discouraging. So thank you for lifting my spirits!

And thank you to everyone else who has sent me and the House well wishes if they happen to see this. My inbox is a little bursting rn with prompts so I tend to get distracted very easily when I try to look through it.

Sending virtual hugs back and lots of Nightshade cuddles!

I will say that the Abyss and Nightshade have both been incredibly cuddly since I got sick. Nightshade throws a tantrum if anyone in the House so much as sneezes. He is horrified by the thought of any one getting sick again

💜 lumine

[deathbyhertouch]

Please Please Please

thank you to the sweet anon who made this request. i had a blast writing it.

criminal!julien baker x reader

word count: 1.9k

AN: this is based off the video for please please please by sabrina carpenter. i hope you like this fic as much as i do. also surprise, there's no smut. it's basically just angst.

warnings: angst, crime, toxic relationship, mentions of assault, allusions to smut, slight yandere!julien

Enjoy.

 You always knew you had a thing for bad boys, and by boys you really meant girls. You met Julien about two years ago. All your friends told you she was a bad influence, but you thought she was hot anyway so you weren’t gonna listen. It all started getting hot and heavy that first  night at the bar. you’re quickly enamored by her bad boy behavior, something about her seemed to reel you in. She was covered in tattoos, and was sipping a lowball glass with some sort of whiskey in it. Your mutual friends introduced you, but heeded a heavy warning; she was trouble, best you stay away from her.

That’s all it took for you to do the exact opposite, you were dating within the month of that first night meeting her. Actually, that first night, you both ended up in jail for disorderly conduct, luckily it was dark, so the officer that arrested you couldn’t see just how skilled Julien’s fingers were. You were bailed out the next morning by your best friend, Karina, who gave you quite the lecture, not that you were listening. You were trying to see where Julien was, eventually spotting her being walked in by a handful of officers, escorting her to a cell for holding. She sent you a wink as she caught your eye before being shoved into the cell. 

A few days later, you paid her a visit, as she was being kept for 3 months, before being let out on a bond. You dress in a blue velvet hooded dress, with black gloves, and silver jewelry to match. She told you that she missed you, and was quick to tell you just how good you looked, practically eye-fucking you right there between the pane of glass. You blushed at her, twirling a lock of your hair between your fingers. You squeezed your thighs together at the attention she was giving. She noticed immediately, a smirk creeping its way across your face.

“Wait until I get out of here, beautiful. I can show you just how much I missed you, miss that sweet pussy of yours.” She remarked, eyes locking with yours. You nodded dumbly, falling fast for her. 

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Two Years Later

You stood outside the county jail, sitting atop the hood of your 1978 Trans Am. Julien had got it for you, about a year and a half ago for real cheap, helping you fix it up. As a cool breeze picked up, you pulled your feathered pink coat around yourself. You were in a black mini skirt, tights, kitten heels, and white cropped tank. You wanted to look good for your girl, after all, it had been a year since she got locked up for a minor assault charge. Some guy had groped your ass at a bar, and Julien made sure to let him know you were taken. Unfortunately, an off-duty cop had also seen the display, hauling them both off. You waited dutifully, counting down the days before she was released. Today was the day you were finally going to see her, you could already feel the heat in your pussy, throbbing with anticipation. 

After what felt like forever, you heard the gate alarm sound, before creaking open. You saw Julien walking towards you, she looked good, she always did. Tight black shirt, black jeans, and a pair of brown shoes to complete the look. She had a smile on her face as she walked towards you. You leaned back, using your hands to support you, craning your neck to give her a sweet smile. She filled the distance between you, kissing you heavily, her hands kneading your ass, before she let you go. You looked up at her through your eyelashes and gave her a hazy smile.

“Hi, pretty girl, did you miss me?” She spoke down at you, running her thumb across your bottom lip. You nodded, reaching your hands up to pull her into another kiss. She moaned as her hand snaked to the back of your neck.

“Julien, let’s go home. I need you.” You whined, wanting to fuck her, but not in front of the entire county jail. She pulled away from your lips, walking back to open the driver’s side door for you. You got in, and she closed the door after you, pecking your lips. 

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After a long week of Julien dealing with some personal business, she had promised to take you out for Italian, fancy. You spent hours getting ready, deciding to curl your long hair, and slipped on a rouge, slightly see through, tight dress that hugged your curves just right. Before long, Julien came in to check on you.

“Ready, love? I’m hungry.” Julien mused at you, pulling you close, burying her face in your perfumed neck. You gasped, as her hand slipped into your panties, running her fingers through your dampening folds. You mewled, and she pulled back, giving you a smile.

“Tease.” You murmured at her. She giggled before taking your hand and leading you to your car. She drove to Belladonna’s, her hand on your thigh the entire time. It increasingly made its way  up the hem of your dress. As you pulled in, she parked the car and turned to you. 

“So, I just have to take care of one thing, and then we can sit down and eat.” She bargained, knowing you just wanted a nice night with your girlfriend. You sighed, your smile faltering a bit, but nodding anyway. She kissed your lips, before she pulled you out of the car and into the italian restaurant. As you walked in, there was an older man behind the counter, nodding Julien towards the back of the restaurant and taking an uncomfortably long look at you. Julien grabbed your hand a bit tighter, ushering you through the kitchen, and into a large walk-in freezer. Your eyes widened, seeing 5 large men in velour tracksuits, four with guns in hand and one sat at a table, counting stacks of cash. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, immediately uncomfortable. You squeezed her hand, and she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.

“ So, Baker, what the fuck are you doing back here?” The guy at the table spat at her, not even bothering to look up from his task. 

“Well, I was waiting for your ugly ass to bail me out of prison, so I guess we’re both fucking dissappointed.” She quipped back. That seemed to be all it took, because the guys approached her, and she swung at them. You squealed and backed up to the wall. They began fighting back and forth. You ran out of the restaurant, plopping yourself on the hood of your car waiting for your girlfriend to come back to you. After a half hour or so, she came stumbling out, with a budding black eye and a busted lip. You noticed a small nick on her cheekbone- probably from the mobsters’ ring. You frowned and pulled her into a tight hug. She sat down next to you, letting you examine her face. You were in the middle of checking her over, when you heard a thump and muffled yelling coming from your car. You groaned and looked at her, a guilty smile on her lips. You hopped down and moved to the back of your car, fumbling with the keys to open the trunk.

“Babe- stop, it’s not what you think. He needed to learn some manne-”

That’s all she could get out before you opened the trunk and saw some sweaty businessman, tied up and gagged. He was bruised and had dried blood running from his nose. You scowled and looked up at Julien.

“Motherfucker.”

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It had been a few months since that incident. Julien hadn’t changed, but you had. She had somehow talked you into joining her little ‘business ventures’. She took you along to a bank robbery- which you found grueling and had you nervous for weeks.  It was when she tried holding up an old arcade, she was apprehended and back in cuffs again. You were upset but she kissed you deep before they hauled her back to prison. 

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One Year Later

After posting her bail, and a few favors called in, you had gotten Julien acquitted. You were back again, waiting outside for her, in a near identical outfit to the one you wore prior to picking her up from jail. This time the greeting wasn’t as enthusiastic, she walked towards you, her metaphorical tail between her legs. She waved at you, and you flashed her a weak smile. She went to pull you in for a hug, but you pulled away, moving towards the driver’s side again. She rushed to open the door for you anyways.

“So babe, for our next hit, here’s the plan…” She dove into some plan, but your mind drifted away from it. You loved her, but you didn’t want to be caught up in this world of crime anymore. It was a hard choice, but you knew it wouldn’t end well if you stayed with her. You began to form a plan to rid yourself of her for good. You feigned listening to her, nodding at where you should, murmuring some noises of agreement and faux interest. You figured to let her do what she was going to do, but make sure she got caught this time. 

It was a week later, and you were waiting outside this mansion for Julien. You were driving the getaway car, your beloved trans am. It sucked that you were gonna have to give this up. It needed to be done, you reminded yourself. 

“Hey! Start the car!” You jumped and turned to see Julien running towards you, full sprint. You huffed but turned over the ignition. Tonight, you were going to put your little plan into motion. You drove her to your appointed ‘rendezvous point’. You stayed there until it got dark. She had moved in a few small pieces of furniture for you. She sat across from you, on a small metal folding chair, in the large abandoned warehouse you were both holed up in. 

You were wearing a short, figure hugging, white dress that stopped just under your ass. You swayed your hips as you waltzed toward her.

“I have a surprise for you Jules.” You cooed at her, all she did was smirk and raise her eyebrows a bit. You pulled out a pair of handcuffs, playfully waving them at her. She swallowed, her smirk turning into a shit eating grin. You walked behind her, attaching one to her wrist, looping it through one of the metal bars, before attaching it the other.

“Hot stuff babe, what now?” She was curious as her eyes followed you. You walked back to the couch, pulling out a roll of duct tape from in between the cushions before turning back to her.

“Do you trust me, Julien?” You asked, giving her big doe eyes, batting your eyelashes at her. She giggled and nodded. You smiled and pulled a strip from the roll, before attaching it to her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed, as you leaned in, and placed one last kiss to her mouth. The burgundy lipstick, leaving a perfect impression of your lips over hers, as you started backing up.

“I’m sorry, Jules. It’s for the best. I’ll always love you.” You remarked, sad but also relieved. You backed up, turning to head towards the door. You turned back over your shoulder, giving her one last glance.

“Have fun talking to the cops, I’ll come visit you.” You spoke softly, before heading out the door and into the night, hearing police sirens in the distance.

Love, A.

[liampaynemysteriousdeath]

Hey, just wanted to say I and a lot of other people really appreciate the work you’re doing and follow along with everything you post, please take your time and don’t feel like no one cares! I promise we do, and we understand that your work takes time. I am looking forward to when everything becomes clearer. Sending much love, especially after today 💕💕💕💕💕

aww you're so sweet anon :) ♥

Oh wow that is nice to hear. I was honestly just gonna delete the blog the other day because I didn't see the point in posting stuff and talking to myself like a crazy person haha. I mean there are some people who are still around behind the scenes and have been around since the beginning shout out to them (you know who you are lol).

But in order for the case to move forward, more people have to join in doing research in any way shape or form because its not a simple case. There's definitely lots of layers to this case... worldwide in some ways, multiple people involved directly and indirectly.

Ive been burned out after doing this for hundreds of hours haha. So I'm taking slight breaks which coincidentally is good because there doesn't seem to be too much happening as far as new developments.

This is probably the calm before the storm. Does anyone know if there is an official court case # for liam down in argentina? I assume the court case will be televised.

I definitely will be doing more basic research, but as far as deep dive research, i will definitely not be doing it, unless someone steps up to help. ( See my requests post on pinned page for list of research deep dive topics). I'm on mobile a lot so its almost impossible for me to make a timeline of pics and vids of liams whole trip. As far as sleuthing on social media, I dont have any accounts and when I did try making one, Facebook said I was robot lol. So my research is limited in that capacity before it tells me I have to login haha.

A lot of the people I used to talk to behind the scenes have moved on, which they are free to do. But it is disheartening because liam had so many fans around the world. I remember back in the day when the Fandom would go HARD for the boys

plus other hacks like zayn in elevator and hotel camera recordings of the boys.

Im grateful theres a few tumblr accounts who want the truth. Glad there's other people on other platforms and discussion boards as well because each one adds to helping find the truth little by little.

Also friendly reminder to everyone please screenshot everything you wanna keep. Who knows who will find this blog and try to shut it down.

Not sure if you've seen the Diddy videos of him hiring private detective to come and harass people on social media speaking out, showing up to their house. Which I wouldnt put it past certain people to do so cough cough ya know who I'm talking about... considering she supposedly threatened some girl Years ago and found her mom's phone number and told her to stop posting stuff lol. She's ridiculous... and certain other tiktokers have been getting weird phone calls from British men supposedly. Luckily that didn't stop them from continuing to do research lol.

Speaking of, I hope liams parents can hire a private detective. I felt so bad for Geoff seeing him in that lobby video. He looked so lost and confused. But you can tell he is smart because he was looking around at lobby to see all the "damage" in the lobby that liam has supposedly caused. Nothing was broken, he and Paul knew something was up.

I hope any of this information is helpful to authorities and/or fans/researchers/etc. Not sure if British investigators are still in Argentina. 1ds reddit mentioned a team was sent over to aid in investigation, although i have yet to hear anything conclusive come out of it. I assume nothing has been released since it's an ongoing case...

I know there's always a possibility that certain people who are against the truth can possibly hack. (No im not saying modest mgmt ever would) just in general people can hack. This link serves as an example. for those who don't know about that blog, I definitely urge you to go over there and learn. There were some eye opening things the boys went through from over the years...

Https://stoponedirectionsmanagement.tumblr.com/post/32146809863/click-in-the-picture-to-go-to-the-tumblr

Also years ago there was a certain site I lurked on, and that site revealed there was a certain goernment agency that was lurking in the background that happened to be involved with this other celebrity indirectly. I've referenced before that a certain celebrity death years ago seems to be repeating with liams case concerning, money, llcs, and tmz. The two cases are not related, but I found it odd that they shared similarities, like for example how tmz and certain other media sites posted this person's death before they "officially died". Even timezones couldn't have accounted for it...

Also another similarity is that there were family trusts involved and shady characters around the celebrity taking advantage of the person's money and generosity as well. As well as both of the death scenes being set up by certain people around them.

I'm not gonna say the other celebrities name because that is a complicated mess. People would put me on the crazy lost if I told them what actually happened with that other celeb(s). So im gonna zip my lips on that one.

Back to research I go lol

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie and these last few days have been a ride, to say the least. I am not feeling very normal about anything going on myself, how are you?? We're not even on the same day as the episode and everything already feels unhinged. Masks?? Confessions?? BUDDIE HOLDING HANDS (in front of the tree)??!! I have never hoped so much (a mistake I know) that we are living in the best timeline and I suppose in less then 24 hours we'll see how insane it is to do that.

Anyway my "saving it for an episode emergency" wine is toast after today (todo list: replace that before tomorrow's episode) and thought I'd share my dumb spec for this episode. So not dumb is BT bones are obviously happening (like seriously, windex couldn't make it any clearer at this point) and I do think the Eddie-takes-care-of-Buck while treeman-cowers-in-fear is going to play a role in that, but I can't help thinking of the choice to have the mummy in Eddie's old bachelor party clothes. Like its kinda weird to have that specific outfit back in "masks" of all episodes, but maybe its not so much for the symbolism but just to remind the audience that that was a whole thing. Because what if one of our boys, via meditation or mummy curse or whatever (I'm not picky) actually remembers what happened that night?? And it, er, it wasn't exactly strictly platonic?? So one of them has to confront exactly what that means and we end up with (at least one) third party confession. I'd like to see it. But either way I feel like for sure next episode will end with Buck at least realizing he's been putting on a mask with his current relationship, and its covering up who he really wants, and I for one can't wait to see it. Less than 24 hours my friend, let's hope they don't do anything else insane before then 🥂.

Good morning friend! I'm glad you sent this last night because with the banger d20 ep last night and the pettiness and excitement about tonight, I just KNOW I'm gonna be put in post limit jail SO early, so I'm getting this out now while I can!

What a month these last couple days have been! I am feeling unhinged and damn is it hard not to get my hopes up! 🤪

I am *desperately* hoping that we see a bachelor party flashback in the next couple episodes! I would be happy with either Buck or Eddie, but not Buck if he's still clinging on to Tree #3, because I don't want the guilt spiral or him breaking it off because he "did something wrong". He really does for once need to recognize (on screen for the audience to share with him) that he is not being treated well in a relationship and leave. (Justice for the BT 1.0 breakup we SHOULD have had in 5a but FOX sucks.)

And now we have a scene (that to be fair I haven't watched because I like going in if not blind, at least not having watched big chucks of the episode yet) that once again shows Eddie knowing and loving Buck to his weird, superstitious core, and his BF being the odd man out, once again putting others down as a way to get laughs at work, and not knowing who is married to Buck's dad, Bobby, months after saving her and her and being together with Buck all this time. No wonder Oliver has been so excited! That man is a menace and petty bench and I love him SO MUCH.

Cheers my friend, I'm probably not going to have to drive home since my car is in the shop so I plan to have a drink and enjoy the chaos! Fun Halloween episode after 84 years, let's fucking gooooo! (Because the Denny stuff is not real, I do not SEE, I do not PERCEIVE.)

[xinnabon]

Hello~! Happy new years first of all, hope you have a great year 🎶🎷🦜 I wanted to request a fic where reader’s birthday is on new years, and how the day would go with scaramouche, kazuha, xiao, childe and zhongli if that’s alright ehe 👉🏼👈🏼 you can change the characters if you want <3333 tysmmm 🫶🏼✨

a new beginning, happy birthday.

#scaramouche, kazuha, xiao, childe & zhongli x gn!reader

taking in requests! until january 3rd and only until 5 characters maximum, genshin typed only!!!! (no nsfw i beg of you)

sum. how they would spend your birthday at new year. during the day, we further know how they will spend it w/ you!

a/n: this is only a description typed one. tysm for requesting, anon! i hope your new year goes well!!!!!

+SCARAMOUCHE

late night drive. you two stopped at a random parking spot and just relaxed in the back seat, you two alone. you had time w/ yourselves, just randomly scrolling on twitter and holding hands. out of nowhere, scaramouche grabbed something out of the back of the car. it was a small box. but then he sent you a message through your phone. in fact, a long one. he wasn't really so great expressing himself through talking to someone personally but he encouraged himself to just type something out for you. he thought about talking to you personally but maybe he has too much to say to you. that was something you thought of first. as for the small box, it contained two rings. it was a matching type, too. the design was made for sun and moon and your ring had his name meanwhile his has your name. you were in awe. the letter was pretty sappy but it was a side of him that you were glad to see. more fragments into himself, coming together in a piece to you. though, you sorta were shocked with the rings to the point the letter contained something about it.

"no. its not an engagement ring."

+KAZUHA

where'd he even get enough money to get you and him onto a flight? either way, it felt reassuring to have him by your side. he took you out like this just because he wants to explore all around the world with you. it was a dream to him but it was an opportunity to surprise you. but then, his intentions was just to be at indoors then, on a few spots he plans to go with you. walking around in the best tourist spots are exaggeratingly tiring. you knew that he was the type to be persistent in travels and experiencing new places. most of the time, he was away. but of course sends you letters. he gives you out a small binded notebook he had been carrying out this whole time. or just along with his journeys. it was filled with poems and laid out pictures of you and him (and his cat). there were at least 10 ot more poems he had written for you. it was made during in his travels and some was made ever since he met you. it was tricky to understand what he felt for you just by reading. but, you knew that was specially made for you.

+XIAO

usually, he'd be alone on new years but now he has you around, i suppose he wouldn't mind. you two haven't really started dating and you've been his suitor for a while now. he felt really accompanied with you just being beside you as the fireworks being launched into the sky. most spots he spent was somewhere less popular. maybe he can shoot his shot here! just like scaramouche, he isn't so great expressing himself personally. but this time, he tries. he wants you to know how he really feels. he wants you to hear it directly coming from him. you've been waiting for this and of course he knew. he thought that this is the gift he can give to you. to you only. you understood him either way but kept stuttering a few times. in the area you two were in, he promised. he promised to be yours.

+CHILDE

the day before your birthday, he's already been spoiling you! you two went out to something fancy, it was getting late but childe couldn't help to go further. he knows that you aren't so out-going but, this. this might as well change your mind. down across the street, there was a ferris wheel and decided to get on to it. it was magnificent. the scenery while you two are above was something more than just beautiful. this was the time you saw him more vulnerable, silent. fireworks were launched. his hands were held against yours and just smiled, letting you lean into him.

"happy birthday."

+ZHONGLI

what has gotten into him? all day, he was doing all of the chores on the house. cleaning, cooking you name it! it was pretty obvious and pretty cute that he was trying to make it a special day for you. he was looking for you. you were just sitting at a spot you two had always went to either for a few dates or just wanted to see each other. it had a lot of stored memories just by looking at the place. he'd already found you and had him having some tea with him to give you. he sure did brewed your favorite kind of tea, just how you like it. he bought you a digital camera as well (which surprisingly, had enough mora to pay off). since he knows how you like to capture memories and well... not just memories in the camera but also into your head with him. you two stayed there for a while around the spot, leaning against each other, and sipping the tea he brewed. he stood up and decided to take you elsewhere, reaching for your hand.

"let's go?"

[tiredcowpoke]

A BETTER EVENING

Pairing: Molly O'Shea x Fem!Reader Request: Anon sent “Hey! I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing Molly? Something about an angsty molly/f!reader just makes me 😩. An “I can treat you so much better” type situation and both are aware there’s feelings there? (one-sided or otherwise! however it comes to you!). Smut if you are up to it, but no pressure at all!“ Warnings: Cheating (emotional, at least), pretty Dutch critical, angst, pining. Note: I'm upset I had to take forever with this, but I'm always down to write something with Molly. lol Thank you for requesting, anon, and I hope this at least lives up to your expectations? Regardless, I hope you all enjoy.

She disappeared down the shoreline again, fists clenched and arms swinging at her sides as if she was going to punch whoever might appear at the end of her march.

A part of you, not born out of frustration toward her or her situation, almost wished that she’d just keep going. You had seen and heard her issues with Dutch, that she had taken a punch from Karen a day or so back for some sort of fight between the two of them, and you knew she would fare better if she just left. Yet, you knew she wouldn’t. She was loyal to Dutch, she loved Dutch, and you could see her trying to win his affections back.

Given how he’d been acting around Mary-Beth, who was unwillingly dragged into this mess without wanting to be, you had found yourself biting your tongue a few times from making a comment or two to him about everything. Yet, you knew your time would be better spent giving Molly your time. Things had been good between you two–you had been warned by the other women a few times about her temperament and how Molly kept her distance. You still found a way to get her to talk with you–it wasn’t hard, back in Horseshoe. Spirits were high, or better than they had been since Colter, but now things felt…different.

Molly was distancing herself. Didn’t really want to talk with you for too long, and her anger was rearing its head a lot more since the gang had moved camps. With her and Dutch going head-to-head most days, you couldn’t blame her for the foul moods.

Still, you wanted to try. Even if it was a small conversation or she would brush you off.

Upon seeing her sit down on a rock just out of eyesight from most of the camp, you started to make your way over toward her. There was some apprehension to your movements–at most, you just didn’t want to ruin her day more than it already has been. It wasn’t even midday yet and she was sitting out on her own again after another shouting match. You knew you would have to tread carefully, at least.

“Molly?” you asked once you came within a couple steps of her.

She glanced toward you, eyes sharp but you could tell from the puffiness that she was holding back the tears. Seeing her like this, it pulled at something in your chest–sympathy, but also anger toward Dutch. You realized you were about to give her the apology that he wouldn’t.

“That was horrible…” you started, “I’m sorry. I know things aren’t good with you, but I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” she stated, voice tight. You didn’t believe that for a second, but you didn’t press as you gestured toward the space beside her.

“You mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead,” she replied shortly.

With a small exhale, you finally crossed the space between you two and sat down beside her. You looked out at the river, the islands across from you that were still shrouded in the morning mist. Even with the tension, you didn’t want to speak. To push Molly into talking when she didn’t want to. Yet, you just…wanted her to know you were there, you supposed. You had wanted that more than you cared to admit, and not just within situations like your current one.

You knew you were just putting yourself into more pain in the end, but it was hard not to feel drawn to her. Yet, you knew you couldn’t act on it. As far as you were aware, Molly hadn’t made any signals that she returned your sentiments, and you knew trying to pursue the woman who was with your gang’s leader was just asking for trouble. Reason pointed largely toward why it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

You had wanted to see her smile. See her laugh. Anything other than the shouting and crying that you had seen out of her as of late.

“I don’t know what to do,” Molly admitted, pulling you out of your thoughts as you glanced toward her. Her voice was shaky and tired, her Irish accent thick with the tears you could hear she was holding back.

“I know you��re all watchin’ me, too,” she continued, the venom in her voice taking you aback somewhat, “Just waitin’ for the next show–well, I’m sure you’ll all keep gettin’ it.”

“I’m not finding any amusement,” you said, tone even despite the anger that clearly sat her own. “You’re one of the first people I got close to in this camp. I care about you.”

Molly turned to glance over at you, then. While she didn’t say anything, you could see her expression shift. The sharp gaze she gave you when you first approached fell away to something a little softer, though you could clearly see the hurt in her eyes before she turned to look away from you. This place was draining her–clearly. You could see that, and you knew others did too. Yet, you had the feeling that you might be one of the few, if not the only one, to try to talk to her directly about it.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said, the words slipping out without much thought, as much as you knew an idea had been forming in your head.

“What?”

“Just for a while,” you continued, “I know a quiet place that would be nice for the afternoon. I…well, I think we both could use some time away from here.”

“I…I don’t know,” Molly replied after a pause, looking conflicted. You raised your hands somewhat in a placating gesture–you didn’t want to stress her out, but you thought that maybe it would be nice for her. You knew nobody else was going to, anyway.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought I would offer. I can lead my horse around, you won’t even have to explain it to anybody else. It’s not like I’m asking you to rob a bank with me or anything.”

Molly seemed to debate that for a few moments–in that time, though, you had noticed a change in her body language. Even if it was just a suddenness of the offer, she seemed to perk up somewhat at the idea, even if she hadn’t voiced it out loud just yet.

“…Not for too long,” she settled on, making a small grin appear on your face.

***

You appreciated the shift in temperature from Lymone into New Hanover.

Perhaps more than you did when the gang had been staying in Horseshoe, but the current camp was stifling in more ways than just the tension you had noticed in places. While it wasn’t a major drop in temperature, you didn’t want to go too far out, it felt like you could breathe a little easier. Well, as much as you could in the current situation.

Honestly, you were a little nervous as your horse trotted along at an easy pace, you being all too aware of the passenger you had behind you on the horse. Molly’s hands rested on your hips, the two of you not really talking much on the journey toward a little spot you knew from a while ago. A place you took off to from time to time to be alone with your thoughts, or when camplife got to you a little too much. It was quiet, isolated, and sometimes it felt like you were separated from reality for a while. Little peaceful places like that, you had learned to appreciate where you could.

You didn’t know if Molly would get the same experience, but you hoped so. At the end of the day, you were just hoping that perhaps it would give her a chance to relax. To get away from the camp, Dutch, and all the rest. (As much as a small part of you did wish that it’d be your company that would help her do that, but you didn’t want to put her in that position. As much as your mind tormented you with the idea from time to time.)

“I haven’t done this in a long while, you know,” Molly said suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts as you turned your head toward her somewhat over your shoulder. “Dutch used to take me on rides like this before, but…not so much anymore.”

“…He’s busy these days. You know how he is,” you offered in reply, though your tone betrayed the fact that you didn’t put much heart into your defense of Dutch. It kind of felt like a knee-jerk reaction, sometimes. You cleared your throat somewhat, perking up a little. “Though, I’m happy to take you out for a bit. It’s not too far now, I think.”

“Ya don’t have to defend him to me, you know,” she said, “He…I just want someone to tell me that they see what I do.”

“What do you see?” you asked after a pause.

“That he’s…different, now,” Molly said, you feeling her hands tighten a bit on your hips as she shifted on the back of your horse as you steered down toward a familiar patch of trees.

“A lot of things have changed lately, haven’t they?” you asked, “Not to dismiss your concerns…”

“Yes, but…” Molly trailed off, sounding a little frustrated but you were glad that at least she wasn’t bottling it all up. “Even before Blackwater, you saw how he was. I thought things were getting better in Horseshoe, but now he has no time for me. Can’t help but resent the man.”

“I can’t say I know him that well,” you said, “I’ve only been around for…maybe half a year? Yet…well, I’ve seen the way you two yell at each other now, so I can’t say I haven’t noticed a change.”

“Mortifyin’, that’s what that is,” Molly muttered, “I just don’t want to sit there and take it. I just want him to listen.”

“I know,” you replied, reaching a hand back to grasp at her own where she was gripping your shirt, “Dutch…he…Don’t tell anybody I said this, but it feels like doesn’t listen to anybody unless they are agreeing with him. From what I’ve seen, anyway. He may change. Come to his senses or something…”

God, listening to yourself say those last couple of sentences didn’t make you believe you believed what you were saying. Molly didn’t say anything in return–you couldn’t blame her. You wanted to respect her relationship with him; and for all you had to say, Dutch did help you out. Yet, you really didn’t want to force yourself to defend the man you saw hurting someone you cared about, day after day. You knew Molly hurled her own share back at him, but after seeing what happened with Mary-Beth and her discomfort, you couldn’t help but want to stand with Molly.

It wasn't your place to get involved, anyway. Not directly, at least. You could just offer her things like this, you supposed.

Finally, after making sure to take a path into the clearing that wouldn’t get you both smacked by tree branches, you arrived at the little clearing. The little stream, some rabbits running off into the bushes on the other side and the early evening sunlight giving you plenty of shade. You steered your horse to a stop near a tree, slipping out of the saddle first before offering your hands out to Molly for some help down with a somewhat awkward chuckle.

She took your offered help, slipping off the side of your horse with your assistance, gripping onto your hands as she glanced around herself. You couldn’t help but notice the freckles that dotted her cheeks, a few strands of her red hair resting against her shoulders as you still gripped her hands in your own. Your heart was beating hard, both worried about her reaction and the fact that you were still standing like you were.

Finally, you dropped your hands to your sides as you looked around yourself before giving Molly a small grin.

“Like I said, it’s not a gala or anything, but it’s nice.”

“I don’t think I could handle anythin’ more than this,” Molly said, “It’s…quiet.”

You made a sound of agreement, moving toward one of the trees to rest under as you gave Molly the option to follow. Really, you couldn’t say you had many hobbies that you could do in a place like this, but just taking in the relative quiet was enough for you. Though, you noticed Molly walking over to join you after a few moments, lowering herself down to sit next to you as you glanced toward her.

She pulled her legs up to her chest somewhat, crossing her arms on her knees as she looked off at the treeline across from you both. It was probably the most casual you had seen her.

“I used to look for places like this to write poetry,” Molly commented, making you raise your eyebrows at her somewhat.

“You’re a poet?”

She chuckled lightly at that, the sound pulling at your heart a little. “I appreciate the flattery, but I wouldn’t say that. I don’t write nearly enough.”

“You could always pick it up again,” you encouraged, “I’ve seen Arthur with his journal many times, Sean and his whittling. Javier and his guitar, even Uncle with the banjo…”

“I know, but…” Molly started with a small shrug of her shoulders, “I don’t think I could write the same. About nature, love, folktales…things have changed too much.”

“I don’t think that means you should stop…” you replied, “Not to pressure you. Just…well, I know Mary-Beth writes romance, but I doubt Arthur’s journal is sunshine and rainbows. It’s a way to express yourself, I guess.”

“I never took you for the creative sort,” Molly commented in some mild amusement, which made you huff.

“I just think I’m overcompensating for the fact that I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”

“Well…I don’t think many people have encouraged my poetry in a long while,” Molly admitted after a few moments, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you said with a nod, glancing down at the tips of your shoes, “You deserve to have people supporting you.”

“You…always do that,” Molly said after another pause, which had you glancing back toward her, “Since we’ve met. You go out of your way to lift my spirits. I know I don’t appreciate that enough.”

“I just…” you started, squeezing your hands together, “I want to help. I like you–your company. I think you deserve better than a passing greeting or…” Dutch, you wanted to say. You deserve better than Dutch. “I know you appreciate it. You don’t have to say it.”

“…Why me?” Molly asked, the question taking you a little off guard. “You’re friendly with others, but you go out of your way for me…”

“I…It’s…” you said, trying not to stammer as you could feel your heart in your throat, “I mean…you have to know by now, right? I appreciate your company and friendship a lot, and I shouldn’t even say anything more, but…I’m sweet on you.”

“You’re sweet on me?” Molly asked, her tone not quite as shocked and put-off as you had been expecting. “That…makes sense, I just never thought…”

“You don’t have to say or do anything,” you said, meeting her gaze with your serious one, “I just know that you deserve better than Dutch. I know you love him, but I’d hate to see you chasing after someone who isn’t there anymore. The idea of him, at least. I don’t want to say I’d be the one who would be better for you, but…I just think you deserve better than to be brushed off and ignored. Certainly better than being condescended to and yelled at.”

Your gaze had dropped as you spoke, feeling like you were saying too much and should stop while you were ahead. Yet, it was all true. You knew you had felt some sort of way toward her for a while now, and to see her and Dutch had taken on a particular sting. Especially with how things had been lately. Still, it wasn’t your place. You were expecting to be told off or something along those lines, and you’d understand that.

So, you were surprised when she leaned into you, her head resting against your shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your middle. You returned the embrace, holding onto her as she didn’t say anything. You knew it was a lot to take in, and you were concerned that you had ruined things, but this reaction was a bit of a relief. You rubbed your hand over her shoulder lightly in a small, soothing gesture.

“Regardless of how you feel about this now or later, I just wanted you to hear that from somebody,” you muttered, Molly nodding before she pulled back somewhat.

It looked like she might say something for a few moments, but instead she just reached out for your arm again as she leaned her head against your shoulder. You sighed, turning your head and pressed a small kiss to her hairline before pulling back to look across the clearing where some rabbits had returned to graze.

“I know,” you muttered.

[museincarnate]

Why do you only seem to interact with @dragvnsovl?

//I didn't think I'd have to explain my writing habits, or my day to day, or my relationship with Tater, but since you asked, let's get a few things straight.

First and foremost, anon... Tater and I have a relationship together. We're what we've both described as platonic soulmates, found siblings, life partners, lifelong companions, etc. Just to make it clear so it's not misinterpreted, it's not a couple. Think of two best friends that just find love and companionship in each other's company. We'll get back to this.

Secondly, since it seems like I exclusively write with her, here's how my day-to-day looks. I wake up at 3 AM, get a workout in for an hour, and get ready to go to work at 6 AM. Keep in mind, anon, I still have to eat breakfast, clean up, and focus on IRL things too. I'm only human. I work in a quota-based occupation, where my work output matters, and helps me keep this job. So I don't really put time aside for RP'ing while I'm making my living, and I'm sure other people here would understand that. I do this from 6 AM to 12 PM, and come right home immediately after. By the time I'm home, Tater has replied to our threads, which we have a routine for, in replying to our threads daily, because, as mentioned, we have our close relationship and it's just part of us.

By the time we've reached post-reply in the timeline of my day, depending on the length of our threads and depth, it'll be 1 or 2 PM. By then, I'll have been up for nearly 11 hours, and while other people may have tougher jobs, not sleep the best, have other reasons for inactivity, you asked me your question. Once I'm home, and I reply to Tater like she and I do together everyday, I may not have other replies to get to from other people I'm writing with at the time.

In the event that I do, such as today, long-form replies like my current one with Tater takes a lot of time and focus, and I just feel like settling down for my afternoon, and doing anything else that I find beneficial. Like today, I just started my shoulder workout that I didn't do this morning, right when you sent me this ask. And since I'm a schedule oriented person, I'll be eating within an hour of finishing said workout, because I sleep at 8-9 PM, and repeat my routine just about daily, and don't really eat after 6 PM, just so we cover all these bases and you don't ask anymore questions that I'd have to take the time to answer later. Congrats, you're making someone explain their daily life because of an assumption.

Now here's the part where I voice my appreciation for other people that I am interacting with, because it's unfair that you leave them out of your observation. I have threads ongoing with, as far as memory serves and recent replies that have put the ball in my court... @dragonballnewstar, @musecheerios, @the27percent... And if I've forgotten anyone else, they know that they can bump me for it at their leisure.

Now, do you remember that part of this response where I mentioned Tater and I having our wonderful relationship? Well, you see, with that, comes familiarity. Comfort. A bond that makes interacting seamless and natural, since a relationship, at its best, is two people putting in equal effort for each other, and while you chose to mention her in this, I too have every right to gush a little and give her my appreciation. We alternate who sends the starters, the memes, the asks, and we share what we want to write together. She has always given so much effort and care for our relationship, and I always hope I do the same for her. Gushing aside, let's continue.

In comparison to most others, I am a stranger. A man who writes with them, as his own created characters and canon fixations. I'll admit it, I'm a nervous wreck when it comes to making a first move, with new people, or initiating something. Couple that with my day-to-day schedule, and I just get so lost in relaxing after work, that I don't reblog memes for others to use to send something to me. When I do, the effort isn't given as much as you seem to expect it to be? Should it be greater?

NO!

Why?

Because I'm more often than not, too nervous to initiate something myself with anyone, so why should they feel obligated to do the same for me?

And I'm okay with that, because of all the reasons stated above! I could do better, and want to, truly! But the door is always open if others wish to start something, because I want to interact with more people, but understand that they have lives too, and might be just as nervous as I am!

BUT SOL... THAT'S A LOT TO READ!

TL;DR: Tater's my soulmate, partner, companion, found sibling. We love each other, we're very close. I live on a schedule of my own design, and have a demanding job. It keeps me happy, healthy, and just... Me. And I love me. I'm admittedly just a nervous guy, and want to relax after work and replying to Tater, more often than not. I still reply to others on my turn, though.

Happy now? Even if this wasn't meant to be perceived negatively, it felt ignorant of you, anon. I'm just a guy writing with whoever wants to, and living his life on his own terms. People can send stuff, ask me to send stuff, or whatever works for them, and I'm happy to interact and literally voiced that in my last OOC post. Sorry all for the long read, but this was necessary so I could get it settled. Appreciate you all.

Except you, anon. That was a bit uncalled for. You could've spent those keystrokes sending something for me to interact with later.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

So it's a part of the rough draft of a Girl in Middle Earth fix-it story (don't know how people treat these/1st person POV stuff in this fandom but I've read some absolute gems in this catagory in other fandoms specifically Dreaming of Sunshine) I was planning on keeping this secret but the distress of the US Adarlings makes me think some part of this might give people here a little comfort!

...

10 years after literally falling into the lap of Elvendom, 8 years after sowing the seeds of inter-race harmony in Middle Earth, 6 years after convincing the Dwarves to get in on the plan, 5 years after setting foot in Southlands & 3 years after coming face to face with my Passion Project in Arda, I was finally able to say with some confidence that we were prepared to tackle the reemergence of Sauron.

The slow but successful intermingling of southlanders with other nearby factions of men in Middle Earth & the formation of a Southern Dwarven Trade Route were some of the biggest achievements of these years but none were as remarkable as the Treaty of Pelargir.

From negotiating lands for the Uruk to drafting laws for a peaceful transfer of power across a century, the Treaty was nothing short of the crown jewel of my existence; both worlds included!

The day messengers were sent across all of Middle Earth with letters informing the official creation of Mordor; without the involvement of a dark lord or major tectonic event, I cried more than a few tears for more than a few days. Something that did not go unnoticed by the Lord of the land in question.

Adar had always looked at me like my existence was a very difficult question in a test that had left him half bewildered & half dubious of it's legitimacy.

Since the first time I had met him in the forests near Lake Núren, there was always an unspoken tension between us. A push & pull of apparent mistrust & veiled hope.

On his part it was due to my very first word uttered in his presence; his earned name, establishing from the get go that I knew more about him than he will ever know of me.

On my part it was the uncertainty & fear of his urukness that had been instilled into me in the decade I had lived surrounded by elves.

But despite all that, the burning need to save his life was was still my passion project in Arda. I had wanted nothing more in the past 10 years than to see him live to see the next age! Yet I wasn't naive enough to trust him without reason from the get go.

And possibly it was the same story for him, with desperatly wanting to be accepted by the emissary of Eru & by extension Eru himself but being wary of expecting a young woman from another world to understand the gravity of his & his children's situation.

It had taken years for us to break & build our opinions around eachother in a manner that finally resulted in a relation that could be called friendship if you squint hard enough from a distance.

The fact that I would not & could not share every information I held about my world's past & his world's future was the biggest point of contention between us for the longest time.

He agreed for peace on that matter only when trade channels for the Uruk got properly established & his children got to spend their first winter dry & warm in the first permanent structures of Mordor.

The day the first Common Shelter opened its doors was the first time I saw Adar cry happy tears with a smile. He stood in the centre of the shelter, tears falling in abandon as the youngest of his children set up their beds for the first time on solid dry ground.

I etched that moment onto my soul & knew that day I had won the Uruks' trust. He never questioned my judgement on how to share my knowledge after that.

🫶🏽

Some post-election fix-it fic!! Thank you for sharing, dear anon!