#anyway. good morning everyone. hello if youre still reading. i have a lot of thoughts

[youssefguedira]

i'm trying to come to terms with the fact that its immensely difficult to find a translation of / translate hotel supramonte in a way that i'm happy with. and i'm fine about it it's fine

[wonustars]

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺

I recommend listening to Still by Jeff Bernat while reading the first part!

Summary: It’s been a year since you and your ex-boyfriend, Wonwoo, had broken up. You have been having a hard time getting over him, no thanks to the fact you share mutual friends. Friends who liked to constantly update you on how he’s doing. After having no contact for the past 12 months, you two end up at the same party.

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, smut (mdni) j.ww x reader, nonidol! au, nonidol!wonwoo, exbf!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, mentions of most svt members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Minghao, Mingyu Seungkwan.), exes to lovers, y/n has way too much pride, pining over eachother during the whole party omf, they both assume too much, a little mingyu x reader if you squint, low tolerance hoshi as always, mingyu is bullied but thats normal atp.

Smut Tags/Warnings: smut mdni! dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, afab!reader, bathroom sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, fingering, literally one spank (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, tiniest bit of degradation, praise, lots of petnames (baby, princess, love,). if i've missed anything lmk! :}

Word count: 4556 words.

Note: HELLO OOMFG, my first ever seventeen fic has now graced this website. literally no one asked for this… i just love wonwoo. I can't believe i even finished this with how hectic school is wtf. any ways this is my first Wonwoo fic and i'm very excited and NERVOUS to share it with you all...... anyways i hope u like it haha. lmk what you guys think of it PLEASE i want feedback, i crave feedback. love u all enjoy hfiasuheiuhafsi.

SMUT UNDERNEATH THIS CUT. MDNI! 18+.

After a year of not seeing one another, the pang in your heart never subsided. The thought of even breathing the same air as him was already causing you to feel the uneasiness boiling in your stomach. You heard from everyone how well he’s doing without you, you didn’t want to have to see it with your own eyes too. 

Unassumingly, you walked into Soonyoung’s apartment expecting to be greeted by the host himself. Instead, you donned upon a familiar set of eyes. Soft brown eyes, the same ones that you looked into every morning for three years. 

You tried your best to act ok, but the familiar ache in your chest was creeping in once again. The same ache that hasn’t left for the past 12 months. The same ache that hasn’t left since you watched him walk out your front door. 

The two of you are still standing there. Awkwardness started to settle in. You clear your throat and attempt to give your best poker face. 

“Hi, uhm is Soonyoung in there?” You Inquire. Cursing yourself mentally due to the audible shake in your voice. 

“Hey Y/n long time no see, and yeah he’s already become good friends with his toilet. You know how he gets with alcohol.” He chuckled. 

Now you’re mentally cursing him. He looks so composed compared to you. He’s even joking around with you. You have half the mind to back out and just drive home. But you can't. You can't because it’ll make you look like he still has an effect on you. Even though you’re not over him you still have some pride left in you. 

“Oh haha that doesn’t sound too good. Anyways, it’s nice seeing you again but I’m gonna go and greet everyone now.” You declare, eyes not even meeting him. If they did you wouldn’t be able to stay calm any longer. 

His hair got longer, you thought to yourself. He looked so good even after all this time. The thick rimmed glasses he wore complimented his features well. Alongside the creme knit sweater, the sleeves sitting above his elbows. It gives you a good view of his strong forearms. The same ones that held you while you fell asleep every night. 

“It’s nice seeing you too Y/n.” His voice is almost a whisper. Eyes scanning your face for any type of reaction. 

To Wonwoo’s dismay you only nod your head half-heartedly and trudge past him. He can feel his heart skip a beat, with both joy and sadness. Being able to see you is so bittersweet, and you still look as good as you did when he last saw you a year ago. 

He watches you make your way through the room. Your eyes particularly light up as you spot Mingyu. Curious eyes peer over to your frame and see how Mingyu engulfs you into a tight hug. Wonwoo's fists ball up tightly and he shuts the door with more force than normal. 

If things were different, it would be him that has his arms around you. Not his best friend.

You laugh at Mingyu's joke, but you’re still conscious of the pair of eyes that are burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. A part of you is happy, why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? The other part of you is anxious. Why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? 

“We’ve really missed you around here y/n.” Mingyu's soft voice brings you back to reality. 

“I’ve missed you guys too, Gyu.” You professed. Your hand moves to give his bicep a reassuring pat. To the two of you it’s nothing but a friendly gesture. To Wonwoo, it appears to be more than that. 

His jealousy is brewing in the pit of his stomach. 

You, on the other hand, are very aware of the way Wonwoo is eyeing you and Mingyu. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that Wonwoo is jealous of Mingyu. As much as you want that to be the actual reason, you suppress your inner thoughts. Instead, you let Mingyu continue to talk your ear off about why he thinks Lane's character deserved a better ending in Gilmore Girls. 

…

Hours passed and the party has dyed down considerably. The only

people left at Sooyoung's apartment are now sitting around chatting in the living room. Everyone but Soonyoung (who Jeonghan and Minghao eventually put to rest in his room) have been engaging in the group’s conversation. 

“Haha, Hey Mingyu! Remember that time you tried to do a flip in the pool just to impress Y/n?” Jeonghan decided to make up a game called Mingyu's embarrassing moments. Group bonding he likes to call it. You can't help but laugh at the way the boys like to tease Mingyu. 

Though you found it surprising that Mingyu's failed flip was because he was trying to gain your attention. 

“I’m sick of you guys bringing that up! My back hurt for a whole week..” Mingyu huffs, he looks at you with a pout. Allyou can do is giggle. 

“It’s ok Gyu, you can show me your flip the next time we go to the pool!” You try not to burst into laughter as you reassuringly pat his shoulder. In the middle of all of this you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. Without even turning to look you knew who it was.

Excusing yourself to go to the washroom, you let the group continue to share their favourite moments of Mingyu embarrassing himself.

While you stood there, eyes closed, a sigh left your lips. All your energy had been drained from the party. Especially because 90% of your brain power had been used on looking at Wonwoo without making it obvious. You couldn’t help but steal glances, especially because he looked so good sitting there laughing with the guys. 

The tap was still running when you heard the door open and shut firmly behind you. You look up at the mirror to see a pair of cat-like eyes staring back at you. The squeeze in your chest intensifies. Out of all the people who could be in this small space with you right now, it’s him. 

“Are you and Mingyu a thing?” He cuts to the chase. Wonwoo was never the type to beat around the bush. Whenever he was curious about something he would ask. He finds it exhausting to play coy. It doesn’t make sense to him. 

You cough due to the awkward atmosphere. “W-what? Of course not! Me and Mingyu are just friends. He’s your best friend Wonwoo. I would never do that to you.” 

“I’m sorry I just don’t like the way you two seem so close.” He deflates. His eyes are still piercing into your soul. 

“Why? He’s both our friend Won.” You retort. His nickname leaves your lips so easily. The blush spreads across your cheeks in a matter of seconds. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this close to him. Since you’ve last called him by his nickname. 

“It’s the way he’s always trying to get your attention. I think he likes you Y/n.” Wonwoo sighs, he hates that you're so oblivious to Mingyu’s advances. Everyone but you seems to see the double meaning to his actions. 

“Even if Mingyu does like me, I would kindly reject him.” You assure him. You’re not sure why though, you two aren’t even together anymore. Following that thought, your heart aches once again. 

We’re not together anymore, you repeat in your head. 

You turn around to face him. With your backside pressed up against the bathroom counter, your breath gets caught in your throat. 

“My love, why did we even break up?” Wonwoo questioned you with a sad expression. You frowned. You recall the last few weeks before you broke up with him. 

He was so respectful of your decision it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen too. 

“Because I could tell that the last thing you needed was a relationship. Work was hectic for you, I was barely around because of my last year at school. It just felt like we were always at two different places. I loved you but I don’t think it would’ve been long before we called it quits. I just decided-.” He cuts you off. 

“Yes. You decided without me. We could’ve made it work. But you decided to break it off when it could’ve been fixed easily. I didn’t put up a fight when it happened because you seemed so sure that you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill. His face is so close to yours. The proximity of both your bodies. It was so much of him after not having him at all for so long. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought about what’s best for you.” You countered. A pout settling on your face. His arms are placed on the counter, gripping the marble on each side of you, locking you in. 

“There you go again, making decisions for the both of us.” His voice barely above a whisper. 

Wonwoo's eyes are still trained on yours, and you can’t seem to look away. The sparkle isn’t there anymore. It hasn’t been there since the day you left him. 

“Baby tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that so I can move on. Because everyday that I’m not waking up beside you is another day my heart breaks a little more. I can’t even breathe properly without you. So please, just tell me you don’t love me.” The crack in his voice causes a tear in your heart. He’s begging you, the desperation in his words are clear. 

You look down. Wonwoo's knuckles are turning white because of how hard he’s gripping the countertop. The both of you are breathing heavily, and you fear that he can hear how hard your heart is pounding. 

“I’m sorry Won, but I can’t do that.” You murmured. “As much as I want you to be happy, I can’t tell you that I don’t love you. I don’t think I can ever stop.” 

“If you love me then come back to me. Please Y/n whatever it was that caused us to break up, we can fix it.” Pleading you, he grabs your face with his large hands. The motion makes you look back up into his eyes. He’s crying. 

The tears in his eyes slip gracefully down his face. Even in this sad moment he still looked so beautiful. A blush prominent on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His long lashes wet with tears. Sorrow somehow makes him look so pretty in the dull lighting of the bathroom. 

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest and your tongue dry. What are you even meant to say? Is it worth it to come back to a relationship you thought you couldn’t salvage? As much as you love Wonwoo, you two had so much ahead of you. His career was clearly taking off before you broke up with him and you just didn’t want to hold him back. You needed love, you needed attention but he just became too busy, rightfully so. You would never blame him for prioritizing his work, even if it meant straining your relationship. 

On the other hand you were in the final stages of completing your thesis. The two of you were always missing each other. He was always coming home in the later hours of the night while you were still asleep, and by the time it was morning the bed was neatly made beside him. 

“Won, I love you, I do. But I can tell you’re better off without me. From what Cheol and the boys are saying, you’re happy. I even heard you're dating again.” you chuckle bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. 

“No Y/n, I’m fucking miserable without you. I don’t care what the boys are saying. I only went on a date because Soonyoung said it would be good to try again, but I can’t do it. I can’t because it's not you. And I can’t stand the thought of you ending up with someone else. I want to be your last. I miss waking up to you every morning, and I miss the way the house smelt when you were still around. I even miss the way you would snore in your sleep. I need you in my life, but if you don’t feel the same way anymore then I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to worry about me.” Wonwoo’s voice cracks, the desperation clear in his voice. 

His hands are still caging you in, the proximity becoming overwhelming. Your faces are inches apart, and all you can smell is his peach scented cologne. His scent only ever reminded you of home. God why was he so good with his words, you thought. The tears in your eyes start to fall. Fuck. This is not how you thought this night was going to go. 

“I love you Wonwoo.” is all you can say in response. It comes out as a whisper as the gap between you two starts to fade. 

Your lips move against his with fluidity. He feels the same way he did a year ago, you thought. The sound of the running tap and the sounds of kissing fill the small bathroom. Wonwoo’s hands move from the countertop to your waist, gripping you tight. As if you were about to disappear into thin air if he let you go. 

All you could think about at that moment was that he felt so good on top of you. Your bodies pressed up against each other once again. You haven’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up, you just couldn’t do it. No one could get you as turned on as Wonwoo does. It doesn’t feel right unless it's him, it doesn’t feel right to have anyone inside you except him. 

Wonwoo still has his iron grip on you, but now his hands are creeping under your shirt to feel your bare waist. You don’t stop him, if anything you want him to keep going. Fuck everyone who can hear you outside. Right now, at this moment, it's just you and him. 

Both of your breathing becomes laboured as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His mouth finally leaves yours; looking at you again with those piercing eyes. Staring back with the same intensity you just smile and place a hand on his cheek. He breaks the contact only to dive into your neck, kissing and licking every square inch he has access to. You can only whimper as you feel him marking you up. Even though it's a bad idea for him to leave hickies, he can’t help it. Wonwoo wants to show you how badly he’s missed you. 

You two are close enough in distance that you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. He’s rubbing himself against you as he licks up your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. 

“Hmm feels good baby,” you whisper, as you move your head to give him more surface area. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hand gripping his bicep to keep you grounded throughout all the pleasure. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you can’t help but feel sensitive to every miniscule touch that you’re receiving. 

“I need you so bad Won,” you whimper to him. His hold on you tightens at your words. All of this feels like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. Wonwoo’s lips feathering soft kisses against your skin as he holds you; it just feels too good to be true. 

“Shh I know baby, I’ll give you what you want, just let me savour you for a bit.” He whispers back in your ear, one hand slowly moving towards your chest. His hand was fully under your shirt by this point. You force him to reconnect his lips with yours again, kissing him harder. You pull away again just to take off your shirt, your bra following without a second to spare. Not wasting any time your pants come off next, leaving you fully naked against the sink. 

Before you can take off any of Wonwoo’s clothes he stops you, his eyes dark with want. Moving you to sit on top of the counter, he spreads your legs. You sit there with anticipation as he massages your thighs, admiring your glistening pussy. He hasn’t done much but he still looked so attractive under the fluorescent light. Your walls lining with slick the more you looked at him. Fingers creeping close to where you need him most, he plays with your wetness. You sigh, the relief washing over you as he rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“Need more, please baby.” you whine, grabbing his wrist to bring him closer to your entrance. He pulls back with a tsk. 

“No love, let me play with you for a bit.” He’s not asking, and you know how he gets when you two are like this. You’ve always been a brat with him, and he was never one to give in. Always playing the long game, edging you until you beg him to let you cum. Today was not the day to play games with you though. 

“No. Wanna feel you inside me now.” you demand, leading his hands towards your soaking cunt. 

He can only sigh, giving into you for the first time. 

“This is the only time I’m letting you get what you want. Next time you better be begging for me.” He looked serious, and you know not to play brat any more than you have now. 

Without warning he shoves two fingers inside of you. Letting out a moan, you throw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spread your legs further. Wonwoo curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, feeling how wet you are for him. He can’t help but grin to himself. He knows he’s the only one who can get you this needy, and he's enjoying every single second of it. 

Your moans get louder and he slaps his other hand over your mouth. 

“If you wanna be a good little whore for me, you better keep quiet. Can’t have the others hearing you now, isn’t that right baby?” he spits. You can only nod, your brows furrowing with pleasure. 

“You're so wet already, this is just for me isn't it?” he hums, picking up the speed as he finger fucks you. You moan against his hand, not being able to give a proper response due to all the pleasure. You forgot how good his fingers feel compared to your own. They fill you up so well, not even your vibrator can make you feel this good. 

He continues with his ministrations, the sounds of your wet folds squelching echoes inside the bathroom. Your mind wanders to whether or not the guys can hear you, but they quickly dissipate as his thumb finds your clit once again. Rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching creeps up on you. 

“G-gonna cum Won.” you breathe out. His hand leaves your mouth, replacing it with his lips. The speed of his fingers increases, the other hand fondling your tits to get you closer to the edge. You moan into the kiss as relief washes over you, your cunt dripping with cum. It covers his hands and your inner thighs. Before you could say anything, Wonwoo shoves his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. 

“Good job baby, you’re doing so well for me aren’t you?” He chuckles as you obediently lick up your cum from his fingers. The praise and your recent orgasm makes your head dizzy. 

Opening your mouth you remove his fingers. You pout and pull him closer to you, and he goes back to placing his hands at each of your sides on the counter, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips. 

“Want your cock, please baby.” you whine, grabbing the ends of his sweater to attempt to lift it off of him. He can only laugh at how needy you are for him. “Wanna feel you cum inside me please.” 

“Only because you asked so nicely.” 

He removes his clothes quickly, both your bodies buzzing with anticipation. His pants pooling at his ankles, and his member stands hard and leaking with pre cum. Your mouth can’t help but water. As much as you want to suck him off right now, you don’t. Mentally leaving a note to yourself to ask him about it next time. Next time, you thought. It still sounded funny considering you haven’t been with him like this in a long time. 

Parting your legs apart further, Wonwoo moves in between them, his hands guiding his dick towards your entrance. Teasingly he rubs himself against your cunt, collecting your juices for an easier entrance. You look down between the two of you and your pussy clenches at how big he is.

“Stop teasing please, I want you inside me now.” you beg, pushing your hips to meet his. He just chuckles, shaking his head before he forces his cock past your folds. 

Gasping at the sudden intrusion, he doesn’t give you time to adjust; grabbing your thighs to hook them between his arms, spreading you further. It gives him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, his thrusts fast and hard just how you’ve always liked it. The pleasure becomes more overwhelming with every move he makes. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against your gummy walls sends you into overdrive. He continues to hit that spot in you that you know no one else can reach. The vigour in every movement causes slapping sounds to fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his cock entering in and out of you. If anything it just turns you one even more. 

“Feels so good baby, keep going.” You moan as he places his mouth around your nipple sucking on it as he continues to fuck you. He moves your legs once again to place them around his hips, allowing his free hand to rub your clit once more. The feeling of it all is hitting you hard, especially with how sensitive you are from the previous orgasm. 

“So fucking tight for me princess.” Wonwoo grunts, his words causing you to clench around him even harder. He’s groaning above you, trying hard to not cum for as long as possible. You’re already drunk off his cock but he wants to savour every moment of this. The uncertainty of it all is keeping him from cumming too quickly. 

The moans coming from your mouth only get louder the more he plays with your clit, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time tonight. But Wonwoo perseveres, his thrusts never falter. Not until you feel his member twitch inside you. 

“Cum inside me Won, wanna be filled up please.” you’re blubbering at this point, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You just want to feel his cum spurt into your hole. He groans at how the filthy words spewing from your lips, causing him to release inside you. You whimper against his shoulder, feeling the hot white liquid spilling into your pussy. As you clench around him once more you bring his face to yours, giving a deep and meaningful kiss. 

“Come home with me. I’m not done with you.” He demands. His dick still inside of you, he refuses to pull out, finding comfort in your warmth. 

“I’ll do whatever you want Jeon Wonwoo, as long as I get to ride you later.” you laugh, removing yourself from his grip. He smiles, the pink tinge apparent on his cheeks. 

You hop off the counter to put on your clothes, and as you bend down to grab your things you feel a sharp slap hit your ass. Yelping, you turn to give him a dirty look. He can only smile mischievously, the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy lips onto your thighs is turning him on again. As he gets dressed his head fills with intrusive thoughts, ultimately, he decides to save it for later. 

The two of you end up leaving the bathroom just to see everyone still drinking and talking in a circle. All the attention turns towards the two of you. Out of all the people you can’t help but notice the way Mingyu isn’t his usual cheerful self, the difference earlier on in the party is a stark contrast from his current mood. Your thoughts are cut off by Seungkwan’s voice. 

“Finally! My god, we didn’t know when you two were gonna make up, its been to fucking long.” he exasperates, both you and Wonwoo giggle bashfully. 

“For real, the tension between the both of you was too thick. All you needed was a good fuck.” Jeonghan chimes in, giving you two a suggestive wink. 

You feel the heat rise creep up your neck to cheeks. In the heat of the moment the bathroom fuck was good, but you know the boys aren’t going to let you two live it down. They never do, Mingyu being a prime example. 

“Ok ok, I hope you all got your jokes in. Me and Y/n are going home.” Wonwoo announces, leading you to the doorway with his hand on the small of your back. 

“Good night guys!” You bid them farewell and you make your way out of Soonyoung’s apartment. They all say their goodnights to you two, along with some cheers at the news that you and Wonwoo are back to normal.

The two of you walk towards Wonwoo’s car, his hand entangled with yours; holding you tight to ensure you don’t leave him again. The fall breeze sends chills down your spine, the leaves dancing in circles along the pavement. Wonwoo pulls you in closer, trying to preserve your warmth. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he just knew, even when you didn’t say anything. 

As you reach the destination of his car, he opens the door for you. Letting you get comfortable before climbing in himself and turning it on to start. The radio immediately connects to his phone, the song humming quietly in the background. Wonwoo’s hand finds yours again, looking at you with warm eyes. He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling away. There’s only one destination for him in mind. 

“Home?” he asks. 

“Home.” you respond.

© wonustars

a/n: there you have it kind reader! you've reached the end. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D leave a like, comment or even a reblog!!! i wanna hear your thoughts. mwah mwah, anna <3.

plz note: 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 !

[faith-forgxtten-land]

If I may oh-so-humbly request smth else:

Bayverse Leo x back scratches/shoulder rubs

How would Fearless react to a partner that is always ready and willing to help him release the tensions that leading his brothers and being a vigilante cause? Maybe his reaction to the first time his gf comes up behind him when he's sitting on the couch, frustrated at something and starts to knead the tightness from his shoulders?

Thanks again💙

Balm | Leonardo

i'm not kidding when i had a plan to write something along these lines yesterday morning and started writing ideas in my notes app... also, hello, leo's eyes in this gif????

okay this one kind of got away from me i won't lie. even i'm not sure how it ended up how it ended up. so, i'm adding in little headcanons at the start to make up for my detour because i did not expect to get angsty and introspective and barely include what you specifically asked for...

warnings: kind of longer than i thought, i fear it drags. angsty, sad leo, nothing really? fluffy ish too. bad writing that's not proofread. everyone is 18+!! bayverse

summary: leo is tense and brooding but your delicate touch and kind words are what he needs

word count: 1, 375 (incl. headcanons)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

he's not really expecting it at all

gets extra tense the first time and worries a little that his skin is too rough and his muscles are too hard for your human hands

meditation is the be-and-end-all of "relaxation" for him (and he has a tendency to see it as training and a way of pushing himself even if he enjoys it and it's good for him)

so having someone take care of him in such a tender way without any motivation beyond comfort kind of breaks his brain

his shoulders and neck are wrecked

your hands are so tiny on his body that means you have to massage a lot to reach every spot, right? right? he is obsessed now

feels a bit hesitant to ask for a while at first, but you spoil him and he's easy to read

becomes a ritual for the both of you after he's been out on patrol

but you like doing it any time for comfort and intimacy

it's become habit for you to massage or brush your fingers against his shoulders whenever you pass him by

definitely brings you closer together

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Leo couldn’t remember the last time he slept. His head was pounding, an unrelenting percussion beating across his temples, and he could feel a wave of nausea crashing against his chest, a tell-tale sign that he’d been pushing himself too far. It was a sign that he tended to ignore (foolishly so, a mini voice that sounded suspiciously like Splinter chided). His hands trembled imperceptibly, and he gripped his knees to avoid acknowledging it a little longer.

He must’ve been really out of it because he jumped when he felt a pair of warm hands settle upon his shoulders. A burning shame fanned smoke that clogged his throat, a humiliation stitched into his veins that your touch couldn’t cleanse. “Leo?”

He couldn’t reply, letting himself recline and press gently against your palms instead. “Leo,” you murmured again, and he glanced at you tiredly, normally bright blue eyes hollow with exhaustion. You looked pensive and worried, brows drawn and eyes soft, wearing an old shirt he never wore anyway, and he wanted nothing more than to sooth the anxious lines of your face with the fingers that still grasped his knees. A fresh wave of guilt clawed its way into his gut and nestled there. He was worrying you, he knew, and now you weren’t sleeping either. He had warned you before you’d gotten together of what things would be like. Maybe you didn’t believe him at the time, and he wondered if this was the moment you realised and walked out (or he drove you away).

You’d come into his life when things had been eerily calm, and he’d stupidly felt confident that he could juggle everything and still have you, still indulge in something he had refused to let himself consider a realistic possibility. He knew Raph longed for acceptance and comfort and love, and that, despite his insecurities and anger and hurt, he would never stop dreaming of it. Donnie would envisage it quietly, usually agreeing with Leo’s dismissal of acceptance but privately yearning for it more than he’d ever let his family know (but Leo knew). Mikey wanted it too and wasn’t shy about it; he was so happy and sociable and sunny that it made Leo nauseous to repeatedly shut down dreams of the life he deserved. The thing that made Leo truly sick, sick with the world and with himself, was that Mikey truly believed, even after all these years, that he’d succeed in attaining it.

Leo thought he’d succeeded, thought he’d managed to find the thing that tore his brothers up inside without even looking for it (and that only made him hate himself more, something he would never – could never – bring himself to admit to you). You had only been dating a month, but God, he thought he’d found everything he had always refused himself. Love and acceptance outside of his family weren’t things Leo allowed himself to consider before. As a teenager, he’d meditated over and over to clear those useless longings from his mind. Then you appeared in his life out of nowhere like an apparition, offering solace and tenderness, and he didn’t want to refuse himself those impossibilities anymore.

Perhaps he’d been too hasty, it wasn’t like him to throw caution to the wind, to dive in headfirst. He hadn’t considered the implications enough, had been foolish to think he could be a leader, a hero, a brother, and a lover to you, and now here he was trembling and feeling sorry for himself with your sad eyes watching him and cutting straight to his core.

“Mikey got hurt,” he rasped. He’d let Mikey get hurt, he added silently, and somehow you must’ve heard him.

“Mikey is fine, back in one piece thanks to you,” you shot him a half-smile that made his heart stutter even at a time like this. “He was practically bouncing off the walls when his stitches were finished.” 

Leo didn’t reply.

You placed your hand against his cheek, and he clenched his jaw to stop himself nuzzling into its softness. “It’s not your fault.”

“They’re my responsibility and I failed them,” he said simply. They’re my brothers and I didn’t protect them. “Things are getting worse with the Foot Clan and I–” I don’t know what to do.

Your sad eyes were somehow even sadder, and it made his own sting. He blinked quickly. “You’re not infallible and invincible, Blue; your brothers know that, your father knows that. You do your best.” What happened when his best wasn’t good enough? You clasped his jaw tighter, somehow reading his mind again. “You’re more than good enough, you can’t control everything, and you can’t keep carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

The terrapin let you remove his gear, the heavy straps that had been digging into the hardened skin of his shoulders. You pressed soft kisses into the scales, and he closed his eyes at the reverence in your delicate touches as your nails trailed along his shell. “Everything will be okay,” you whispered, the heat of your breath soothing his still-trembling hands and warming his soul. “Your brothers are safe,” another kiss as gentle as moonlight, “I’m safe,” one more to the junction between his shoulder and neck that made his eyelids flutter, “and you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever known.”

Leo hated the shakiness of his breathing, torn between the urge to tense further and wanting to melt into your touch, as your fingers kneaded the strain poisoning his muscles. You pretended not to notice, movements heartbreakingly tender. Had anyone ever been this gentle with him?

“You do more than anyone could ever ask you to. Well,” you amended softly, a hint of fond exasperation colouring your tone, “anyone but yourself.” Your hands continued to work in tandem with your words, one a balm to the aches of his body and the other a balm to the aches your hands couldn’t wash away. “You do so much for this city, for people who won’t ever know it.”

The churrs that rumbled his chest were deep and Leo couldn’t do anything to prevent the unwinding of his limbs and the slowing of his anxious thoughts under the comforting weight of your affection and acceptance. He brought his hand up to clasp one of your own. You were so small it made his heart clench with fear and desire, and for a moment he felt that familiar feeling of inadequacy at his own monstrosity before you chased it away with a loving kiss to each fingertip. He swallowed thickly as you managed to tangle your fingers with his, your hands slotting together with ease. You smiled at him and kissed the top of his head, squeezing his hand, and he pushed himself deeper into your embrace. Looking at your joined hands again, Leo pressed his lips reverently against each knuckle, feeling like if Icarus had somehow managed to cradle the sun. He repeated the kisses once, then twice. Thank you.

You smile wider and he lets you lead him to his bed and your accepting arms.

[jungkookslipring]

This is Home Pt 2

If you haven’t read part 1 yet, check it out!😄 it’s more angsty than this chapter, TW are mentioned❤️

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, AU

Pairings: reader x Ateez

Relationshop: Platonic

It was time. You knew in your heart nothing good would come out of you stepping foot back into that house. You exhaled the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and walked into the living room. This was day three of sleeping over at your friends’ home, and you noticed a huge difference in your body and mind waking up in an environment full of love. Wooyoung was making pancakes while Seonghwa and Yunho were at the table drinking coffee. Two more heads popped up from their place on the couch. “Morning y/n”, Hongjoong called out from his spot on the couch. Jongho muffled a hello with a mouthful of pancakes. You couldn’t help but smile at that. Seonghwa handed you a jar with iced coffee.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. You chuckle.

“Would you believe me if I said “fine”?” You asked humorously. He gave you a sad smile.

“No,” he said simply pulling you into a hug. You thought about their offer, and you wanted to bring it up, but you didn’t know if they passed the message along to the other guys who lived here.

“Where’s everyone else?” You ask taking a sip out of your drink.

“Yeosang is still asleep and Mingi and San are at the gym,” Yunho said, filling a plate with a couple pancakes for you. You graciously took the food and sat on the couch. “They let us know of your living situation,” Hongjoong said quietly. You looked him in the eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you need,” he said sincerely.

“But there’s eight of you here! Wouldn’t that be too much?” You asked.

“Y/n, you’re here more often that you are at your own home,” Wooyoung joked but with seriousness in his voice. You laughed at that, because you did in fact stay at their house longer than your own. Hongjoong pulled out his phone and showed an opening of a unit that was only a couple doors down from theirs. A super cute studio apartment that had the most gorgeous view.

“This unit is open, if you chose not to stay here, at least you have a safe space that could be all yours,” he said as you swiped through the photos. Apartment hunting has been a nightmare, because no one seemed to be wanting to give up their space, when Hongjoong saw the unit late last night when you were asleep, he saved it in his browsing history.

“You deserve to live where you’re safe, welcomed, and loved,” Hongjoong said kindly, rubbing his hand on your shoulder. Damn them. They were just so kind to you. You eyes watered at the idea of waking up happy in a home filled with your best friends.

“We support you no matter what, whatever you decide to do we got your back,” Jongho said kindly. You put down your plate and coffee right before Hongjoong pulled you into a big hug. Right on cue, Mingi and San walked through the front door.

“Did you show her the studio?!” He asked seeing that you were in Hongjoongs arms. You smiled and wiped your eyes.

“I’m going to apply for it,” you said thickly. The boys ran to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Hell no get your sweaty asses off this couch!” Hongjoong scolded with no real bite to his words.

“I really hope you get it,” San whispered as he held you tight.

The next day you got an apartment tour. Seonghwa went with you for emotional support, not to mention apartment hunting with a plus one was a lot more fun anyways. You fell in love with the studio space immediately, and the landlord said it was yours if you were ready to commit. You finished the paperwork in your new studio apartment while Seonghwa watched you fondly, so happy seeing you giddy as the landlord handed you the keys. The next few days were crazy! When your parents were away, Hongjoong and the rest of the guys had started packing your room into bins and boxes, ready to be sent to your new apartment which was literally a few doors down from them. San and Wooyoung were on the couch looking on Etsy looking at apartment decor, and Mingi and Yeosang were grocery shopping, getting you a head start on meals for the week. They were all so excited for you to have your own space, but they were going to miss you staying at their home, as were you, but you were grateful you were now going to live even closer to them.

Moving day came and they all helped you move, set up, and decorate your adorable studio. What did you do once everything was finished? Took your happy butt right back to their apartment and spent the rest of the night celebrating, watching movies, eating pizza, drinking, and cuddling in a giant cuddle pile on the floor. You could finally breathe easy, and your heart was filled with nothing but joy. You had your own place now, but this will forever be home.

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[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter chapter 5

A/N: tmr is monday smh :( anyways, wanted to start off the week by posting a chapter. Criticism is much appreciated :) Thank you all for reading my story!! lmk if you wanna be added to a taglist :D

Word count: 1.2k

Reader pov:

The next few days were the same. Ghost reverted back to his cold personality, he trained you hard. He showed you fight tactics and worked on a lot of strength training. Only talking to give you feedback or directions.

He talked at mealtimes though, not to you but to the rest of the squad. He wasn't as loud as Soap or Gaz, but it was still weird to see him so loose. You often found yourself staring at him, a lot of people did though. A tall, broad shouldered man with a skull mask doesn't exactly go unnoticed.

People spread rumors about him, fleeting whispers whenever he passed by. People talked in hushed voices about his kill count, what his face could possibly look like, what he was like in bed.

You chuckled at the last one, you couldn't picture your stoic Lieutenant doing that. Has he ever had a love interest, you wondered? Could he be interested in anyone?

Shaking your head, you continued walking. You were heading towards the exit. You finished your training earlier this morning and now have a few free hours. You decided to go for a run, then to finish unpacking as you were currently living out of your duffle bag.

As you exited, you spotted your father talking to a few recruits. You jogged up to him, nodding hello at the recruits.

"What are you up to?" Your dad asked.

"Just out for a run," You responded.

"I'll come with you, as you were soldiers," he dismissed the men in front of him.

The two of you set off at a slow pace, today was a recovery day for you.

You talked about work, home, life, and everything in between. The topic of your masked Lieutenant came up.

"Dad, have you ever seen Ghost's face?" you suddenly asked.

He contemplated his answer.

"Yes, A few times." He admitted.

Your eyes widened, "When? What did he look like? Where? Why? How?"

He chuckled, "He is blond-"

"I KNEW IT," You yelled.

"He was just giving blond vibes," your voice got slightly quieter.

Your dad continued, "He was quite good looking, clean shaven, the works."

Your cheeks reddened at the thought of your trainer being handsome. If you were being honest, you thought he wasn't too bad looking with the mask on, but you would never tell your father that.

He paused for a moment, carefully choosing his next words. "It was on a mission, the first time I saw Simon's face."

"We were about to infiltrate a base held by an enemy, kill a few people of interest." he continued, pausing to catch his breath.

you had gone further than the halfway point now and were turning back towards the base.

"We had a plan to all wear matching skull print masks, the lighter, cloth one that Ghost wears to work out or during leisure times."

You nodded along, highly interested in the story.

"Anyway, Ghost took off his mask in front of us when we put ours on," he sighed.

"Why do you want to know so much about Lieutenant Riley." Your father turned towards you narrowing his eyes, a concerned look painting his face.

"Well, he just seems to like everyone except for me- wait, actually today he was kind of nice until I asked him about his mask," you rambled.

"I taught you not to pry at people kid," your dad shook his head.

"I know but he's just so weird around me," you argued.

"Listen, I have a hunch as to why he is like that around you. It is up to him if he wants to reveal that to you. Just know that he does care okay?"

The two of you were getting close to the gates just outside the base.

"If he didn't care about you, he wouldn't train you so hard so you won't get hurt. Hell, he wouldn't even bother to show up if he didn't care. He cares deeply about people and doesn't want them to know. Just promise me you'll give him space, stay out of his business," he concluded.

"Okay," you paused.

"Thank you dad," you stopped at the gate to check in.

"For everything, raising me on your own, taking me under your wing at the base, getting me training from a colleague. I appreciate it, all of it." you expressed your gratitude.

Your father smiled, a bit flustered at your complement the two of you walked into the base in a comfortable silence.

The heated building was a welcome contrast to the frigid air outside, dinner was about to start. You decided to be a bit later to dinner in favor of changing into clean clothes. You stripped yourself of your sweaty hoodie and threw on a crisp T-Shirt- standard issue of course- and leggings. You didn't have to be in full uniform, thankfully only a T-shirt was required. This base is like the waiting room for war, you get stationed here when actively waiting for a mission.

You left your room and started towards the mess hall, catching a glimpse of Ghost leaving his own on the way. You jogged to catch up to him further down the hall. He said nothing as you reached him.

"Evening LT," you said casually.

"Hi," he grumbled

You decided you weren't going to get anything out of him and settled for the fact that he let you walk next to him.

Ghost Pov:

I actually didn't mind Y/N walking with me to supper. Not that I would tell her or anyone else obviously. I had decided to stick to not being friendly until she could prove herself, it's safer that way. Johnny's "advice" just led to her prying at me.

No one has ever shown that much interest in me, it was a few simple questions, but it got personal way to fast. She's like her father I digressed. except Price seemed to know boundaries- mostly.

The 141 all sat together like normal, Y/N making herself at home next to Gaz, and across from soap, the immature trio was making snowmen out of their mashed potatoes.

It almost got a smile out of me, the way she squinted when she giggled at Gaz's snowman turning to a pile of mush as it toppled over. She's like a fuckin kid I realized. Suddenly filled with dread that this childishness could possibly make it out to the field. I shot the three a glare, which they paid no attention to of course. It wasn't until price cleared his throat to signal an announcement that they quit playing with their side dish.

"Tomorrow..." the captain paused, making sure everyone was listening.

"We have a mission," he paused again, knowing he now had the full attention of the table.

"A simple supply drop, nothing crazy- but it has come to my attention that there could be enemy combatants in the area."

"I would like to return to base tomorrow evening without having to engage, but lets keep an eye out, things could get heavy," he concluded.

Y/N's first mission I thought

Fucking hell

Sudden fear instilled itself in my bones, nervous energy settled in my stomach.

I will not let anything happen to her

I will not have to bury my teammate

I will not have to bury my friend

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[turtletaubwrites]

hello! i have a request if you would be willing to look into it! in chapter 10 of We’ve all Got Needs, the reader says to themself “i will just be everyone’s girlfriend, everyone’s cheerleader,” and that sentence has stayed with me since i first read it and i would love it if you could write maybe like an extension chapter that touches more on that thought? like just the reader being a people pleaser and not thinking of themself until someone gets concerned? i don’t know i just think that is such a relatable feeling for so many people, myself included, and i wish i saw it more in literature. but anyways, thank you so much for reading!

Hi, thank you for the request! And thank you, it means a lot that something I wrote stuck with you! 💜 This is short, and is basically a look at the inside of somebody's head that needs to go have a lay down and focus on themselves. It doesn't have a resolution as I wanted to keep the focus on how the reader is making excuses for her thoughts and actions. I may write a breakdown/resolution if y'all would like to see one.

This SFW one shot is not part of the poly fic We've All Got Needs story, but if it were it would take place sometime after part 10.

Everyone's Girlfriend, Everyone's Cheerleader

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1021

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Summary: You're trying to catch up on your responsibilities while balancing polyamorous relationships with the cook, the swordsman, and the archaeologist. Your friend tries to convince you to take a break, but you are too focused on keeping your partners as happy as they make you.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Mild Angst, Polyamory, Swearing, Established Relationships, People Pleasing, Some Suggestive Thoughts/Implied Intimate Memories, Reader is Not Taking Good Care of Herself, Guilt, Low Self Esteem

A/N: Please take care of yourselves, lovelies. I heavily relate to these feelings, and it's easy to make excuses. We can't be everywhere all at once, we can't be everything to everyone. Please let yourself breathe 💜

I need some new clothes.

It’s Sanji’s day today, so you pulled on a skirt, feeling a small smile form at the thought of how much he likes it when you wear them. 

Taking your time getting ready, you couldn’t help but notice the tightness around your eyes. 

You had a break day yesterday, but instead of catching up on sleep, you had stayed up late catching up on work. 

It’s worth it. 

Each step toward the galley built your smile as you thought about your three partners waiting to shower you with affection. The heavenly smell of Sanji’s cooking met you before you stepped in the door. 

Passing Robin as you sat in your normal spot, you kissed her cheek, a thrill going through you at her teasing smile.

What should we do on our next date?

The urge to impress your mysterious new lover had started taking up space in your mind lately. She was hard to read, and you ached to keep her affection, to get to know her. 

Then there was Zoro, who wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tight against him. Sighing into his warmth, you thought of what you’d wear during his day tomorrow. 

Zoro really liked those black pants. 

You felt your skin flush at the memory of how he’d pulled those pants halfway down your thighs and… And then Sanji was leaning toward you, setting down a glass of fresh squeezed tangerine juice as his eyes poured over your blushing skin. 

Zoro squeezed his arm tighter around you as Sanji kissed your temple, whispering praise.

“You look gorgeous this morning, ma belle.”

“Hey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out after lunch today?”

Nami’s voice cut through your flustered thoughts. Her head was tilted at you with a small smile, and you felt wracked with guilt.

“I, uh. I’m working with Chopper this afternoon. I have time after breakfast though!”

You really didn’t. You were falling behind on your projects, and still needed to catch up on your monographs from your field work at the last island.

~

Nami’s smiling face was lovely to see as she leaned toward you beneath the tangerine trees. You felt yourself laughing with her, but your mind kept planning out how to catch up on everything. 

“Hey, Y/N? You awake in there?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I, uh… I didn’t sleep well.”

Your stomach twisted with guilt, throat tight as she scrutinized you.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m so sorry, I've been distracted. What were you saying?”

Nami’s eyes rolled up, and she nudged your shoulder.

“Your lover boys need to let you get some sleep, or I’m gonna beat the shit out of them.”

With a small laugh, you felt some of that tightness release, and you smiled at the thought. 

“No, it’s not them. I just stayed up too late last night working.”

Her narrowed eyes cut right through you, and you stilled your fingers as they had started clenching together.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to beat the shit out of you then.”

She gave your shoulder a light punch then, and you gasped, trying to change the subject. 

Nami wasn’t easily distracted.

“So, how many nights do you have to yourself a week?”

“Um, well… Right now it’s Sanji’s night, then Zoro’s, then Robin’s. Then I have a break day.”

Nami’s scowl sped your pulse, you weren’t sure why you were feeling so embarrassed about this. 

“But I can take a break whenever I want, so if I need to I can have more time for just me.”

“Uh huh… So why don’t you take a break?”

Your teeth were clenched as you hoped to hear Sanji call for lunch. 

“I took a break last night, I’m all good.”

“Working all night is not a break, Y/N. I’m starting to worry about you.”

Nami’s tone was soft and serious now, and you didn’t want her to stress about you. 

“I’m okay, really! I swear I’ll take extra breaks if I need to.”

She sighed, head shaking slightly, but Sanji’s voice cut off her reply. 

Lunch left your brain full of Nami’s words, wanting to show her you were okay. 

Maybe I should take a break tonight? That would help Nami feel better, and feel that I’m listening to her. I haven’t been spending enough time with her. 

But the thought of taking a break felt awful. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with each of your partners. The way they all made you feel was incredible, it made you feel so special. 

You wanted to make sure they felt that from you too. 

If I take more breaks, then that means each of them has to wait longer to have time with me. I don’t want them to feel neglected. 

~

“Okay, Chopper. Here’s my list of the best solvents to make tinctures with our most used plants. High percentage alcohol works great for a lot of these, but vinegar or glycerin work better to isolate certain active constituents.”

“You got it! What are we preparing today, Y/N?”

Chopper was already well versed in preparing common medicinal salves and other supplies, but it filled you with pride that your expertise in botany could help him in his studies, and that you could help keep the ship well stocked with necessities. 

I haven’t been helping enough lately.

“I was able to gather elderberries at the last island, so let’s make some tincture. It’s great for-”

“It’s great for colds!”

“Ha, that’s right. Will you grab me the measuring cups? They’re in the cupboard down there.”

~

After dinner, your mind was only on the cook in front of you. The way his eyes almost burned your skin, the way his voice filled the air with the most delectable praise, the way you wanted to drive him crazy. 

And each day was like that. Wonderful. And exhausting. They were yours. And you were theirs.

I’m okay. I’m so lucky. I’m fine. 

You whispered those words to your mirror as your eyes grew heavier each morning. 

I’ll just catch up tomorrow. 

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I'm so guilty of this, and it's taken a long time to be able to recognize when I'm acting this way. If you're lucky enough to have a friend like Nami, please listen to them before you fall apart. Or maybe just listen to me right now, and go take a break, you deserve to rest!! 💜💜

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

thor as your s/o headcanons!!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 560

request: yes / no

original request: heyy! idk if you write abt thor, but if you’re willing would you be able to do just some generic headcanons about being his s/o &lt;3

dynamic: thor odinson x reader

characters: reader, thor odinson

a/n: thank you for this request!! i love thor sm omg <33 hopefully it's good-- i haven't done s/o headcanons in a while lol :D in general news, requests are still open, just send in an ask!

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thor is the sweetest ever

and when i say ever i mean EVER

i’d say he would be the type to make you breakfast every morning

like very stereotypical movie rom-com romantic

he’s always really enthusiastic

thor is totally willing to try anything like any time you go on a date you do something different

once you went rock climbing

idk why that’s just what i thought of HAH

he didn’t really like it though because the rocks were all “too small and too slippery”

so he just sat on the side the rest of the time to cheer you on

OO AND ONCE YOU WENT BOWLING

and well…

thor doesn’t always know his own strength

so he chucks the ball super easily

and sometimes it’ll go in other people’s lanes

but usually they don’t mind because it’s a strike anyway

he also insists on playing with the bumpers up 

i feel like he would bring you home anything that looks interesting

and he always wraps the things up in wrapping paper

and y’all

that man fr can wrap a gift

they always look immaculate

here’s how it goes

so you’ll come home and he’ll already be at the door

and he always has this little smile

this like mischievous yet pure smile

and a sparkle in his eye

when i say sparkle i mean like a sparkle fr he’s adorable

anyways he’ll always have his hands behind his back

and he’ll say 

“ close your eyes and hold out your hands!! “

and you’ll just grin bc you know what’s coming ofc

but once you open it the thing could be anything from a cake to a lampshade

yes you read that right

a lampshade

he just thought it looked pretty !!!!!

and so it reminded him of you :) 

awwwwwwwww

omg thor is a blanket hog

that’s just facts

like you’ll be on the couch watching something & you’ll feel the blanket start to move slightly

and then more

and then more

and you’ll say something 

AND HE LITERALLY PRETENDS TO BE ASLEEP 

so you just let him have it

he also calls you a lot

like a lot a lot

he leaves messages

just to tell you little things

“ hey, y/n!! look outside!! there’s a rainbow!! goodbye!!”

“ hello y/n. there’s a big threat to the universe right now so i will be home late for dinner. i am so sorry! goodbye!!”

“ y/n!!! it’s me, thor! i think we should consider getting a young dog. i believe it would be fun!! goodbye!!”

i also think he would discover emojis later than everyone else

and so he thinks they’re really cool

ummmm he also buys you a lot of matching stuff

like keychains & hats & shirts

it’s so cute

OH 

i also think he likes to sing to you

guys ik it’s cheesy BUT 

he actually has a really nice voice.

he really likes frank sinatra & ella fitzgerald & that era of music

but also the man can whip out some mean rihanna if he wants to!!

like i said before he’s just the sweetest

ok last thing

yk when it’s dark & you have clothes in the corner of your room and you think it’s a monster

he thinks that a lot

like he’ll just yell in the middle of the night

& he makes you investigate it LMAO

IDK HE’S JUST THE BEST

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playlist: calart

the het rights gripped me and morgan and bekah so hard and wouldn't let go until we did this

link to playlist on spotify

explanations below the cut

1. Storybook Love by Mark Knopfler (The Princess Bride OST)

She said "Don't you know storybook loves always have a happy ending?" / Then he swooped her up just like in the books and on his stallion they rode away / My love is like a storybook story but it's as real as the feelings I feel

Fairytale: Both

YES ITS THE ENDING CREDITS TO THE PRINCESS BRIDE. HOW COULD IT NOT BE. THEY. INVENTED. STORYBOOK ROMANCE.

2. I've Just Seen A Face by Jim Sturgees

l have never known the like of this / I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight / For other girls were never quite like this / I am fallin', yes I am fallin' / And she keeps callin' me back again

At First Sight: Arthur

idk what to tell you man. morgan's writing the calart first meeting as i type this. he calls her "my angel" like 3 paragraphs in.

3. Enchanted by Taylor Swift

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home / I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew/ This night is flawless, don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone / I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew / I was enchanted to meet you

At First Sight: Callie

We spent. a lot of time. talking about the welcome home ball when the party gets Callie back to Iagora Edlynne and how she spent the WHOLE night dancing with Arthur and NO one else, asking him to bring TWO drinks from the drinks table for the both of them, taking her glove OFF to touch him while they chatted. Basically everything she could do to tell him she was madly in love with him, but trapped within the confines of polite society and courtship mandates.

And of course, it flew entirely over small town country boy Arthur's head. This song is for Callie begging Arthur to realize how much she loves him in a language he can't possibly speak.

4. Blue Eyed Girl by The Arcadian Wild

There’s wisdom in the way you speak and I see “I love you” in your eyes / Oh, I wouldn’t mind staying up, talking to you all night / ‘Cause you’re telling me everything about the books you read / Blue eyed girl let your hair hang down / Let the colors of your soul spill out for everyone to see

Realizing They Fell: Arthur

There's something so special about seeing Callie get to step out of her tower, out of her kingdom, for the first time, and that she chose to do it with her hand in his.

5. First Day of My Life by Honor Hunter

And so I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever, I especially am slow / But I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home / Mhm, mhm / Remember the time you drove all night just to meet me in the morning? / And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed / You felt as if you'd just woke up

Realizing They Fell: Callie

We established that, shortly after the Welcome Home ball, the OG party set out again. Without Callie. And after a few weeks Arthur was still wet cat moping SO bad the rest of them said. Good god we gotta take this man to elf country for closure. And at the same time. Callie had been pining SO endlessly she told her parents "actually I need to leave with him. sorry. you aren't going to stop me."

So Callie put out a Sending to Arthur along the lines of "Hello, I've decided I would like to join you all, if you'll have me. Meet me at [location]" and Arthur, who was literally walking into the palace to talk to her and happened to be below her bedroom window, screamed up "GOOD NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then they ran to meet each other on the stairs and they kissed and it was perfect and.

Anyways all that to say the selected lyrics ARE that sending moment.

6. Wildflowers by Tom Petty

Run away, go find a lover, run away, let your heart be your guide / You deserve the deepest of cover, you belong in that home by and by / You belong among the wildflowers, you belong somewhere close to me / Far away from your trouble and worry, you belong somewhere you feel free

Adventuring: Arthur

We've shot a lot of shit about how the OG party meant "freedom" to every person in it, in a different way. For Callie, it was freedom from expectation, and the freedom to have something that was hers and not the Kingdom's for the first time in her life. So you know. "You belong somewhere you feel free". wahhh.

7. Like Ships Need the Sea by Emily Hearn

Finally, you gave me the hope I'd awaited /Finally, you gave me your heart /Gladly I gave you the love you'd awaited / Gladly I gave you my heart

Adventuring: Callie

from Callie's perspective, loving Arthur was also learning what she truly did and didn't care about re: nobility and duty. Whether her family approves or not this is what she wants and she's going to have him.

8. Andante Cantabile by Brian Crain

[instrumental]

Contentment: Both

bekah thought it was pretty. i agreed. morgan doesn't get to weigh in on the instrumentals.

9. Bella (Reprise) by Native Culture

Oh Bella, you waited for me / Oh Bella, I am yours the way I always longed to be / No more dreaming at a distance that is far too much to bear / I'm abandoning my whole life just to breathe in your same air / Cause you've been standing on the shoreline, now I'll finally meet you there

(Re)Union: Both

A late addition to the playlist courtesy of Bekah. The original Bella is on the calart secondary playlist, but this one gets a spot HERE because it's so much more cinematic.

You remember the "Callie and Arthur part ways after her welcome home ball and spend weeks pining for each other and then when they both can't bear it anymore, Callie sends to Arthur to ask him to please come back for her and he's Already standing outside her bedroom window waiting to tell her he couldn't go one step further without her at his side and they run to meet each other on the stairway and it's the world's best kiss?" scene I mentioned earlier? This plays over that and then it plays AGAIN over their wedding day montage and ends with their first kiss as husband and wife as they get to start their lives together all over again, and. Yeah. Yeah.

10. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley / Nightly, beside the green, green grass /Swing, swing, swing the spinning step / You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh

We'll Be In Love...: Callie

They fell in love adventuring!!! It's just sweet outdoors imagery idk idk idk!!!!!!! And also . this song and the next one opening on fields of barley imagery. idk idk idk!!!!!!!!!!!

11. Fields of Gold by Sting

Will you stay with me? Will you be my love? / Among the fields of barley / We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky / As we lie in fields of gold

We'll Be In Love...: Arthur

The outdoorsy imagery again!!! the barley!!!! Also the way this song tips into kids and growing old at the end, really bridging into the next part of the playlist about the "ever after" that follows "happily".

12. Band of Gold by Grey Havens

I'm never getting over you, no, I never will be over you / Yes, I threw away the key that bound my heart to yours / To the bottom of the sea, I don't need it anymore /There's no turning back for us, there's only moving forward

...For As Long As We Have: Callie

Callie got a whole lecture from her parents before she ever set out with the OG party about what it would Mean to give herself to Arthur. To a Human Man. When she's an Elf. She knows. She doesn't care. She'd rather lose him in love than out of it.

13. If We Were Vampires by Chester See

Maybe time running out is a gift, I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift / And give you every second I can find and hope it isn't me who's left behind / It's knowing that this can't go on forever / Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone / Maybe we'll get forty years together / But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone

...For As Long As We Have: Arthur

from bekah: "can i put if we were vampires on it makes me want to die. IMAGINE ARTHUR SINGING THIS"

14. Ezra by Becca Vanderbeck

And honey, how I wonder what this life for you will be / Will it take you to the mountains? Will it take you to the sea? / Whether high upon the tallest peak or way down in the deep / Forever my baby, my baby you will be

To Theo: Callie

HE'S LITERALLY HER BABY BOY HER WORLD HER EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

15. Fight the Dragons by Norbert Leo Butz (Big Fish OST)

'Cause there's one more adventure waiting 'round another bend/ Where I fight the dragons and I storm the castles and I win a battle or two / But then a feeling comes like fifty thousand drums / All banging, "Bring my stories home to you"

To Theo: Arthur

I sent this to Bekah possibly before theo even had a name. It's soooooo. Theo looked up to Arthur and his heroics SO much as a kid. Walked around with a nerf sword replica of Arthur's broadsword constantly. Wore the Bannett Armor t-shirt threadbare. Played with the Arthur action figure until all the paint rubbed off.

And this is just ... Arthur loved that Theo loved it. Nothing could make him prouder. His boy! Following in his footsteps! That's all he's ever wanted really! Bonus points for fighting a dragon being how he and callie met.

16. The Tree by The Family Crest

And I'll be yours for all time / In time, you wrapped your roots around me, and how I found you in the weeds / You were the sea, and I was the soil, here in the earth, our roots they did coil / Entwined, now our hearts form a life, form a legacy

Legacy: Both (Callie?)

sent on discord at 6:14 am: "it's not a lot of Coherent thoughts but just like . the tree imagery as something that lives for hundreds or thousands of years if it's kept safe, and Callie with all the lifespan shit, and Arthur as the soil and the weeds and the things that are important but get grown away from in time and ALSO!!!! all the focus on memory and legacy and history for them both as Heroes TM but also as . literally royal lineage. and ALSO ALSO memory and history and legacy bc WITHIN CALLIES LIFESPAN they (Arthur and Theo) are Going to become memorials to her"

[jhugas]

PROVE IT.III-Jeon Jungkook-‘Fuck you’

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Series: Prove it

Genre: some angst, jealousy

Summary: Jungkook does something unexpected, but it doesn’t go the way he wanted to… by the way, who is this guy?

Word count: 1,3k

Warnings/tags: argument, misunderstanding.

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After these two busy nights with him, it was already time to go back home, and you were the first one to leave.

‘Bye…’ you told him before leaving the hotel, and all you got was a small glance from him, he didn’t even talk to you after this night, and was still shirtless. 

He's been acting odd since this morning, luckily though, he still made breakfast for both of you before you woke up.

After this awkward moment, you close the door behind you and head to the car.

Now that you were in the car with your driver, you took the opportunity to do what you feared the most, checking your socials. You go on Insta and the first thing you see is the 11k more followers you won, then, under your last post, the comments:

@yuflying:   GIRLLLLLLL

@y/nsfav:    Close the window at least😭

@koofuckk: Us: they’re gonna kill each other 

                       Them: Lez do it😫

@y/nkook:   GET IT!! Y/nkook shippers 🔛🔝

It really wasn’t as bad as you thought, you believed that they’d have insulted you, or that Jungkook’s fan had hated on you, but it’s like everyone was involved in the story, and in a good way.

So you decide then to go on Twitter, and you see unsurprisingly that ‘FREAKY’ was trending along with your names, and when you clicked on it, pictures and videos of you two having sex showed up with other tweets:

…you didn’t know how to feel about this, indeed, you won lots of followers ‘thanks’ to him, but you just couldn’t not feel bad about this.

Once you arrived at the airport, you saw hundreds of fans waiting for you, all excited and screaming loudly. So you get out of the car, the bodyguards join you and you pass by. On the way, you hear comments about you and Jungkook, especially by the paparazzis, but you just waved and smiled at your fans, then head to your private jet, and once you laid down, you immediately closed your eyes to sleep.

3 hours passed by and the plane finally landed right after you woke up, you were sure your manager called you at least once during the flight, but you’ll only check your phone once you arrive home.

‘Home sweet home…’ you say as you enter and unlock your phone, but instead of seeing missed calls from your manager, two unknown people sent you texts.

The first one sent:

He answered by saying that he had a list with the names and phone numbers of the candidates, so you simply renamed him ‘Suhyeok’, you’d remember who he is by reading the messages anyway.

Then the second person sent:

He answered almost instantly after you sent ‘Hi?’, but somehow, though you also answered quickly ‘Who are you?’, he didn’t answer.

Though it kinda scared you, you carried on with your night, cooked dinner, and went to sleep. Still without an answer to your message.

A WEEK LATER

It’s Monday, and time to go back to work, and this afternoon from 2 pm to 6 pm you will train on the field for the next mixed competition, which occurs in three months.

You thought the other athletes would talk behind your back, point at you or even laugh, but no, most of them just ignored you. And knowing that you are the most famous female athlete, this situation was abnormal, but oh well… with time, everything will go back to normal, you think.

Only one person came to talk to you this afternoon, and it was Suhyeok. He was actually nice and the only one that approached you the whole day, so you felt good about him. Moreover, you discovered that you two had a lot in common, and you wished you could’ve talk more, but it was the end of the day already.

To be honest, you were kinda mad that Jungkook didn’t talk to you a single time, not even a hello, nor just a nod… but he was bullshit anyways, ‘what was I thinking…’ you tell yourself.

He was acting nice when it came to sex, but when sex wasn’t here, you were just a slut to him, right? You sigh in arrogance and head to the lockers, when suddenly someone pulls you apart, and you recognize this face, it’s Jungkook.

‘Who was this?’

He asks.

‘Who was who?’

‘This man, he was talking to you just now.’

‘Oh, well he is new here, and he actually had the balls to talk to me, unlike someone else here.’

You answered, clearly indicating that he was this ‘someone else’.

‘Well, if you answered me maybe?’

He said sarcastically.

‘Answered you? When did you even talk to me. You didn’t even say bye when I left.’

‘Are you joking? I literally texted you a week ago, but you never fucking answered. "Who are you?" then when I tell you it’s me, Jungkook, you completely ignore me. I even asked you if you were okay, but apparently it’s none of my business.’

He said before poking his cheek with his tongue.

‘So it was you?! And sorry but you never answered! I was waiting for your response, but nothing. Had to wait a whole week, just to see you again, hoping that maybe our relationship had changed, but you’re still as annoying as before, I see.’

‘Fuck you.’

He finally said.

‘And fuck you too!’

You snap back at him before going to the lockers, enraged.

So he really didn’t change? You tried to think of the best, but it seems that life pulled you back to earth, he really still hated you, and as much as you hate him now.

Jungkook stood there in silence, ‘what did I do again? Is it my fault?’ he thinks. He can’t believe you've already started talking to someone new when you just started to talk to each other. But he doesn’t want to overthink again, he sighs, then goes to his locker quietly.

He really wanted to be alone, but the first person he saw in the men’s locker, was Suhyeok, this complete stranger to Jungkook that you were talking to.

‘You alright?’

Suhyeok asks.

‘Yes… why? You know her?’

‘Know who?’

‘Y/n.’

‘Oh, yes I’ve talked to her a bit, she’s great honestly, what about you, do you know her?’

Suhyeok returns the question.

‘Of course I do.’

Jungkook answers before rolling his eyes.

Suhyeok frowns at this answer, if Jungkook seemed so confident about knowing her… then why would he wait in front of her lockers to argue?

You finally arrived home after taking a few pics with your fans, and you immediately receive a message:

What? Did he really send the message and you ignored him? You can’t believe it, now you felt bad, he really thought you ignored him… 

You start writing an apology, but he’s faster, he already sent another text:

So it was just a misunderstanding? How sad, you think, his phone just didn’t send the text when Jungkook wanted to, he must have some serious problems with his connection…

He seemed genuinely sorry, for once, you wanted to accept immediately his apology but you didn’t want to seem too nice, you tried to keep your cool, yk?

Well anyway, now you’ll be able to communicate with him. And that’s what you did. But surprisingly, Jungkook isn’t the only one to text you. 2:09 am, you receive ‘Is everything okay?’.

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Masterlist

[dearweirdme]

Hello and Good Morning.

First of all, let me state that I am 1000% a fan of Taehyung Kim. 1000%! Tati is my favorite of all the BTS characters and I still say that 'I Borahoy You' is a genius quote.

However, I feel it is my CIVIC DUTY to also alert you to some---concerns I, and The Fandom, have regarding the behavior of Taehyung (who IS my bias and who I honestly am an extreme fan of)--specifically regarding 'false promises' that another anon has helpfully addressed out of the goodness of their heart.

First of all, I have to let you all know that I have recently finished an online course in Deciphering the Words of Criminals-- so I feel this makes me perfect in being able to tell what Taehyung (my bias, I promise he is) means vs what he actually says---even better than he does! When I tell you that this course was very, very prestigious, please believe me. We are talking about an Enigma Machine Codebreaking, FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit level skillset here. Trust me, I would not waste my $39 on just any old course.

Anyway, I do think (or I do know for sure but let me not be arrogant) that Taehyung makes false promises. What people without my skill might not realise is that whenever Taehyung uses the word 'I' (his native tongue included) this is actually a coded promise and should be taken as 100% conclusive intent and a direct promise of whatever he says before or following it. Now you might think this is unreasonable. That's because, for most people, it is--but via this online course, I also learned how to apply my deciphering skills to specific individuals based on what I already thought about them---in a professional way, of course. So, situationally, the rules that apply to Taehyung might not apply to everyone, or anyone, else and this is 100% fair because my opinion matters and makes up 99.4% of the final read and decipherisation of what I know Taehyung actually means when he says what he says.

Now I know how much you people value 'proof' on here, so I have collected and compiled some statements from The Fandom about all the ways they feel let down by Taehyung (my idol and fave, he really is) and his false promises.

Swerved Anon- "As much as it sickens me to say, I haven't been able to stan Taehyung since he dyed his hair black. I feel like I was set up by the bold colors and icy blondes. Black just came out of nowhere! It was such a swerve. I felt so let down"

Disappointed Anon- "When Taehyung first introduced us to Yeontan, I thought that dog was so pretty and cute that it had to be a girl. Then I found out he was a boy and I was like 'Wow, thanks a lot for lying, Taehyung! >:{"

Confused and Embarrassed Anon- "When I first joined ARMY, I didn't realise that V and Taehyung were the same person so imagine how embarrassed I was when I claimed them both as my bias and bias wrecker! My friends laughed at me for a week all because of you, Taehyung. I hope you and your split personality are happy with yourself!"

Confused and Ashamed Anon- "Honestly, I thought V-Live was called V-Live because V owned it and it was all about him except he lied, because it wasn't. It was just V-Live meaning everyone so I really don't know why he'd go and call it V-Live when it had nothing to do with him in the first place???

Furious and Lonely Anon--"Taehyung needs to keep his hands of my---I mean Jimin's---husband!!! What happened to alllll the distance we saw between Taekook in 2018? Now they're all over each other?? How is that not false promise to only love me---I mean, Jimin? {:(((("

Sober Anon---"Taehyung said he hadn't drank for two months but JK said he did so clearly, Taehyung has never told the truth in his whole life."

~fin

And there you go. This is just a small portion of stories from The Fandom from Fans who feel personally let down and fully betrayed by Taehyung.

Please believe me when I say, these are not my personal beliefs or sentiments. This is an unbiased review of my bias. I love Taehyung, even if he is a fully confirmed liar in my eyes. Despite all the false promises and disappointments, I love him still. No matter what other criminal behavior he engages in, I will always be there to explain it, in depth, to people who never asked me to in the first place--because that's how much of a fan I am.

Usually, I would charge for such expert profiling but since giving my unsolicited opinion and putting words in people's mouths happens to be a hobby of mine, I'm going to waive my fee. I just hope you're now all fully aware of what kind of man Kim Taehyung is and you will all act appropriately now that I've enlightened you and changed your mind.

Hi anon!

I am so glad I have you to open my eyes 😂😂😂

[iiwaijime]

so apparently i have memory loss hello? BUT HERE I AM NOW, SUBMITTING MY LITTLE PARAGRAPHS FOR YOUR INBOX 🙂‍↕️ HI LINA!! I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL GOOD MORNING!!! <33

today i had speech and debate at school... and living in america... i feel like that almost always means there's casual racism so ‼️ naturally the first thing my friends and i do is form an asian group when we got into the club room LMAOAOAO apparently the majority of the asian population at my school is in speech and debate PLEASE we had a big group😭 and we had lots of fun!! speech and debate is genuinely more fun than i thought it would be

regarding speech and debate still!! i had a really good idea for a speech!! the type of speech is an o-o (i have no clue if ur familiar w speech and debate or not but that stands for original oratory.. it's kind of like you're trying to persuade your audience against something? so you choose one side of a topic and support it)!! it would basically be arguing against people needing to have a secure sense of identity.. like being able to pinpoint their personality and whatnot through different personality tests and like astrology... all that!! i feel like it would be an interesting topic to get to yap about yk 😋 so it would start out like "entp, 7w8, aquarius... why are we all so fixated on trying to fit ourselves, our complicated beings, into a box? as a society, we have become so accustomed to finding labels for ourselves, and i think it's due time for us to outgrow this habit." LIKE THAT!! idk i feel like itd be so interesting for me to write!! i would self indulge by doing that cause I LITERALLY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IDENTITY!! i always need to have labels for myself and my personality so i feel like making that would help me move past it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i yapped so much ab that holy shit. my bad woah

ANYWAY I HOPE YOURE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY!! HOW ARE YOU DOING!! ily ily ily mwwWAH <3

APPARENTLY I ALSO HAVE MEMORY LOSS BC I COMPLETELY FORGOT U SAID ANYTHING LMAOO

GOOD MORNING THO!! IM DOING GREAT WBY!!

everyone being in the speech n debate team is so funny to me wtf😭😭 IM GLAD UR HAVING FUN (im terrified of public speaking but like i could do it out of spite yaknow) YOUR STARTING SOUNDS SO GOOD SJHDSJHD ARE YOU GNA DO IT⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️ (idk how it works)

I ALSO HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM THO;;; AB THE LABELS AND THINGS OMFG IF YOU WRITE IT OR WHATEVER (idk how it works 2) SEND IT TO ME PLEASE RACHEL SEND IT TO ME

YAP MORE THO I ENJOYED READING

i ended up not sleeping bc i was too busy thinking of iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer LIKE MGNFHFJD GET ME SOME OF THAT🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ NOW IM HAVING THE BEST BREAKFAST EVER (cereal and milk . i have it every day . ) ANYWYAYSD I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY WHILE I DIE IN CLASS 💓💓💓💓💓💓 ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY MORE

[clatoera]

Hi! I just saw your reply from the anon asking about your thg story! I'm not usually one to send asks or even post on tumblr (never was tbh), but this just hit so close I felt the need to say, me too! That's why I followed you initially, I just gasped at your bio and thought "there's more people like me on here!" and pressed follow!

I too was that insufferable 14 year old. I could not get away with wearing any form of braided hairstyle without being teased that I was trying to be Katniss (I probably was half the time haha). My friends, family, school teachers, everyone knew I was obsessed with the Hunger Games.

It fizzled out gradually for me too. I think it was just the natural progression with the films coming to an end etc etc. It never left though, obviously.

I re read the books before reading the prequel. I'm so with you on these books being a whole different experience now that we're closer to Finnick's age than Katniss and Peeta's. 16 seemed so so old to me, so imagine what i thought of characters like Finnick and Johanna. I can't even comprehend having gone through something like they did at my age now, let alone at 16.

I think back then, the main draw for me was definitely Katniss and Peeta's relationship. It still is one of my favourite things about the books, but after rereading them and the prequel, I agree that there is so much we missed, just by simply being too young to fully comprehend it. I find that I now have a larger interest in the political scope of everything and just the world in general (like...how tf did they rebuild the whole country after mockingay? need to discuss!!)

anyway, sorry for the long "ask". i'm so excited to see another tumblr returner on here! i've been coming back every so often to get content for other things i love, and have only recently taken the plunge and become a little more active.

I suppose there is a sense of shame a lot of us were made to feel about liking the things we like and coming on the internet to form passionate communities around it. I feel the same, it very much is a service to my teen self to come on here and find joy in rediscovering the things I love as well as using this site to explore my new interests. A reclamation, I suppose. I'm a bit more confident now. Back then, I would never, ever have sent asks or made my own posts. I think my 14 year old self is very happy for me, for this little

hope you're having a good day/night, whatever time, where ever you are in the world! :)

Hi hello! I read this as soon as it came in this morning, and wanted to respond, but wanted to be sure to give it the enthusiastic and lengthy response it deserved, that my brain could not formulate at 4 am when I read it.

I am so glad others feel the same. I remember in the early days, I was on Tumblr ( my main blog has existed since 2012 lol), but not active in fandom spaces. I was a fanfic writer. And on Facebook I was REALLY active in fandom and was literally participating in like..Hunger Games RP in Facebook comments. Wild. I was so into it.

Whats really settled with me, as a 25 year old woman, is like..the way mentors had to feel. My baby brother is 17 years old. He is a baby to me. He is just a child to me. I cannot imagine being Johanna or Finnick or Annie, mentoring at my age (or younger, actually), to kids my brothers age. Teenagers feel like Kids and I feel such an immense sisterly, guiding, mentor-ly role to them. Even college kids, I've been a mentor for pre-medicine students in my sorority for years, and those 18 year olds vs me, at 25? massive difference. I cannot imagine watching someone my little brother's age fight to the death. I cannot imagine someone my baby cousin's age, who is 12, fighting someone my brother's age. I cannot imagine watching someone my brother's age lead a war, lead a rebellion, and go through the things Katniss does. I can only imagine the horrors the past Victors learned to feel, and the emotions attached to their tributes every year.

more things that I am horrified by?

Katniss and Peeta. 16 years old. About to be MARRIED in the Capitol.

Gale, 18, working in the mines.

Again, Katniss and Peeta, with the (albeit fake) baby. 17 with a child? I remember being 16 years old, my best friend in the world had a baby. I was there. I remember watching her become a mother far too young, and I have watched ever since the way she has struggled and what it did to her mental health. Two 16/17 year old kids, having a baby, is a horror that should be addressed beyond what I at 16 thought it was. I was so team yes let there be a baby! as a child. But now? Now I see the horror of that. I Have delivered the babies of girls that age. I have held their hands as they are alone in the world. I'm going into a field specifically to help girls and women, in this position especially.

I think to that letter Plutarch wrote Katniss, where he literally says he would put her all through it again for the same outcome.

The youth of these tributes is haunting. If there were capitol doctors around they would be pediatricians. Let that sink in. The things these Victors would need is a pediatrician (also a psychiatrist and a surgeon probably).

Please message me (anyone can actually to talk about this) to talk about these things. The hidden horrors that are missed at 15, that stare you in the face as you reexamine as an adult. I'd love to talk about it in depth. I'd love to talk about how it has shaped me.

But seriously HMU because I want to talk about that most mockingjay rebuilding :)

[the-prophet-lemonade]

Hello! I started reading You Be You, And I'll Be Busy this morning (couldn't finish the chapter because of work commitments but I'm making it my priority when I'm done with those), and it's exactly the kind of fic I have been looking for. I love the end-of-campaign-2 vibes of it, which judging from the author's note are not a coincidence, and your prose is so rich and good to read, it conveys Essek's anxious carousel of bad thoughts so well. Anyway I just wanted to drop you a line since I can't write a comment yet but I am enjoying what I'm reading a whole lot! Cheers!

i saw your comment on ao3 this morning and ngl i had a little jig because i am such a big fan of your shadowgast work, so thank you so much for reading mine and leaving feedback! i've been working on this fic on and off for almost 18 months now and it really is just my collection of things-i-think-happen-after-campaign-2 and an extreme guilty pleasure project ... i'm going to touch on essek's thoughts of the nine-sided tower, and their return to t-dock and the aftermath of the ikithon fight in future parts of the fic, so i'm hoping it will tick a lot of boxes for everyone hehe

while each chapter can technically stand alone as a one-shot, i'm hoping the purpose and the idea of the fic will become clear with subsequent chapters once the non-linear narrative comes into play and specific themes start repeating (but the main theme, of course, is always the YEARNING)

i hope you like what's still to come and thank you for dropping by!

[blacksgarden]

how hare you doing luv? I hope your doing good and life is working well for ya. I have wanted to know about your writing for some time and would you be open to show me some of it? You can just send me a massage if you don't want everyone to see it.

Anyways here's a flower 'couse you are one and you make everyone smile.💐😁

Can you see the Bee in the flower?

Love you❤️💐❤️

Hello, lovely!!! I've missed you so much! I've been doing quite well, thank you for asking 😁 How have you been? Any new paintings? Or pieces of writing? I've been reading some of your works and honestly luv, you're English has been improving a lot. Be proud of that, because I certainly am. Learning a language is not easy, yet you make it look so easy. Been missing Tumblr so I'll be be more online 👀

I've already posted a little snippet a while ago of my writing. It's here if you'd like to check it out. Although... I have woken one morning with a really good idea for a plot and I could write it out post that.

You make me blush with your compliments, luv. 🙈 Also, I LOVE that flower and yes I can see the little bee! What flower is that? It's really pretty but I've never seen it before. Prolly because it's too hot where I live. Your camera quality is top tier, I'm almost jealous! Don't worry, I don't mean that in a bad way.

I saw your comment on my birthday post and since you wanted to know all about it, I've decided to tell you all about it on here.

Thank you for the wish!! My birthday is on the 11th of June and I didn't really tell anyone because I didn't want to seem attention seeking, in a way... I don't know, I was overthinking and now you missed my birthday 😭 I'm sorry, luv. At least now, we both know each other's birthdays and won't miss. If I remember correctly you share the same birthday as James Potter, correct? Was it the 27th of March?

You're so sweet that you wanted to bake me a cake and and sing me a song even if I'm not there physically 💛 On the day itself, it was quite a chill day. Just a nice dinner with family. It was a weekday so people were busy which was fair. The next day we went to a little farm that I went as a child to, so it was sort of hilarious to compare the pictures taken then and now. The time that has passed was crazy I tell you. I could share some of the pictures I took of the animals there, if you'd like. Though I must warn you that my camera is not as clear as yours is 😭

Then on the 27th we celebrated it properly with my friends and it was so fun! It had been quite a while seen I last saw them and we were all very happy to meet up again. We played pool, had a nice dinner then went out for a little walk before deciding to rent two golf carts to drive around the area. Overall it was a really fun night, and an even more memorable birthday.

The gifts I received were extremely thoughtful and lovely. My mum got me a bouquet of flowers, my dad paid for the dinner, and my friends got me a variety of things that were very considerate. Got a whale plushie, a little small 3d resin frame I'm supposed to paint myself, an adorable flask, a Harry Potter music box (I still play with it for fun once in a while, it just makes me feel so giddy!), a bracelet with a crocheted bouquet of flowers... Though my favourite part was to read the little cards and letters I got because it just means a lot to me. To see their writing and how they genuinely care about me, especially my girls. Just love them so much.

That's all from my side. I'll be sending you an ask in return to check up on you 😆 Thank you for your asks as always because I just love replying to them. I just love talking to you in general because you're such a wonderful person who manages to lighten people's day. 💛

[sadnsxft]

Hello! I know it’s been a while but you are literally the only person I talk to about this character and I have another Keegan x my OC Isaac idea.

Idk if you remember but I sent a snippet a while ago talking about how Isaac and Hesh bonded over being big brothers who lost their younger brothers, and then afterwards Keegan and Isaac kinda make up and admit that they care about each other. Keegan tells Isaac that he sees him as a member of their little ragtag family and Isaac comes clean about his past

So after the events of the Ghosts campaign and my little snippet, everyone goes into “Find Logan Mode”. Isaac being a data analyst/encryption whatever the heck guy spend a lot of time doing digital work to find Logan. He hacks into Fed data systems, tracks suspicious finances and shipping routes that could have ANY possible connection to Logan or Rourke. But he also accompanied the team on missions still too, especially if it’s to facilities that he thinks have valuable intel.

However he starts to spiral and take on too much of a work load. Isaac always starts his day early at the gym they have on base, so it’s no surprise for the Ghosts to see him there in the morning and then at his computer for the rest of the day if there are no missions. The others start to wonder though when he starts skipping meal times of something is up with him. Keegan visits Isaac at his desk sometimes to check on him and always see wrappers for protein bars and empty water bottles and such.

It gets bad enough that Merrick AND Hesh both ask Keegan if he knows what is wrong with Isaac two separate times. Isaac keeps brushing everyone off saying he is fine, even when Keegan asks.

Keegan decides one evening to confront Isaac about it, waiting up until he hears Isaac come back from his desk to the barracks for the night. He waits one hour, then two, then three, next thing Keegan knows is he’s jolting awake only too lol at the clock that reads 5 am and Isaac still hadn’t returned, but suspiciously, his gym bag is gone.

Keegan goes to check the offices to find Isaacs desk empty. With a sour twist of his gut, Keegan goes to to check the gym.

Once he enters, Keegan can hear the sound of sneakers hitting rubber amd the whirring him of a treadmill. What concerns him though is the labored breathing that doesn’t come from a warm up run, but from utter exhaustion. Keegan zeroes in on Isaac just as the other man looses balance and falls forward, launching backwards as the treadmill sends him tumbling off.

Keegan rushes over and starts fussing over Isaac. He tries to help him up but Isaac is disoriented and can’t seem to stand up, barely registering that Keegan is there. Keegan worries that Isaac has a concussion but he didn’t see him hit his head on the fall. He tries to get Isaac to tell him what’s wrong but all that comes out are mumbled words that Keegan can’t make out.

Keegan decided he’s done waiting around and watching as Isaac deteriorates. He scoops Isaac up bridal style, concerningly without any protest or snide remarks from the other, and carries him down to medical.

Keegan WILL get answers from Isaac eventually, but right now he just wants him to be okay

(Kinda losing steam but let me know your thoughts if you have any lol)

OMG hey!! its good to hear from you again :) maybe i shouldnt be answering this when the ashwagandha i took is kickin me into sleepy time mode but i got excited after reading this LMAO

anyways, i love a good "please, just let me take care of you" scenario but like im so concerned for isaac becoming all consumed into his work :(

KEEGAN GET THAT BOY PATCHED UP AND INTO A BED HE NEEDS MIMIS AND A HOT MEAL

i just know when he gets that rest he needs theres gonna be a long conversation

"i know youre frustrated, we all are. but we need you alive. i-" hard emphasis on i "need you alive". typa deal

also that part when keegs jolts awake, i just imagine like the old man ass wake up. mid snore, and jolts like the world is ending for a split second LMAOOO

sorry i have like no actual thoughts to contribute but thanks for sharing your thoughts with me again! this is so fun :)

[httpiastri]

wedding plans – ln4

lando is sure he wants to marry you – but the road to getting there isn't always so easy.

(part 2 to 'wedding bells' – read part one first!)

genre: fluff

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: none

requested: yes!

author's note: hello everyone! it seems like maybe this blog is working again... at least on some fronts. i finally got an answer from tumblr support, so we're on our way to solving things i think. yay! this is a bit rushed and it's also past 3am but i will proofread it more thoroughly in the morning. also, i wrote this while listening to some kind of lando playlist on spotify and it had the most random songs 😭 so the mood throughout this is a bit mixed too. anyway... hope you all have a good day!

f1 masterlist

lando wishes he could be romantic and say he planned out his proposal for months, that he had organized it with your friends and family, or even had a set date for when it was supposed to happen. but, he hadn't.

he did have a plan, though; not a perfect one, not one he had thought about for a long time, but still a plan. he was supposed to do it after having dinner with your parents one night. he wanted to stop somewhere on your way home, take you out on a walk along some beautiful scenery and just pop the question when you'd least expect it. he hadn't worked it out to the smallest detail, but he had a clear idea of what he wanted to do.

however, his plan went straight out the window today when he got his first win.

winning at his home race, a maiden f1 victory in silverstone was more than he could've ever dreamed about as a child. it was all just perfect, and he wanted the already so special day to be even more special.

ever since your night at his brother’s wedding, lando knew he wanted to propose as soon as possible. he wasn't really scared you would reject him; you had never given him any sign that you would be against it. he just needed to be your husband, sooner rather than later.

that's how he finds himself here, pacing around the bedroom of your hotel room. one hand rakes through his hair as the other stays in his pocket, fingers tightly grasping the tiny box. he wants to do it here and now, so that you get to have something extra to celebrate when going out tonight, but he's growing more and more nervous by the second.

you're in the bathroom, making some final touches to your makeup, so you're completely unaware of the anxious behavior from your boyfriend. but when you hear his voice call out your name, you instantly notice how it's a little shaky. "yeah?"

"can you come out here for a moment?"

your eyebrows furrow but you do as you're told, stepping out to find lando standing by the window, taking in the scenery. the hotel you're staying at is just a couple of miles away from silverstone, and the view from your room on the top floor is magnificent in the low light of the sun almost setting. he tears his eyes from the outside to look at something even more beautiful.

obviously, you have gone for an orange dress to celebrate him, and he can't help but smile slightly when you walk up to him. "you're gorgeous," he tells you, his hand finding your waist as he lets his thumb graze the material.

"you're even more gorgeous." your hands meet at the back of his neck, fingers intertwining as you look straight into his eyes.

he pauses for a moment, gathering courage. "hey, i..." then he looks down at his feet, letting out a small chuckle. "wow, am i really this nervous?"

you tilt your head, your eyebrows rising instinctively at the sight of him loosing his cool. your always so confident boyfriend is nervous about... having you in his arms? "are you alright?"

"yeah, i just..." lando sighs before looking back up at you. "i love you, you know. a lot." you nod, and just as you are about to tell him you love him too, he speaks again. "and i want to spend the rest of my life with you."

suddenly, it clicks in your head. "lando-"

"shush, don't interrupt me," he cuts you off, a joking tone clear in his voice. a laugh bubbles from your chest and lando lets go of your waist, taking a step back. your own hands come up to cover your mouth as he takes a deep breath and kneels down. his hand reaches into his pocket to pull out the box, letting it fall open. "will you do me the great honor of marrying me?"

you had been preparing for this moment too, obviously. there had been many things you'd thought about when it came to the proposal, one maybe more important than the others; you had promised yourself not to cry. you already knew it was going to happen, and you knew what you were going to answer, so you wouldn't be surprised.

but just like lando's plans, your plans also went out the window once it actually happened.

"come here, you idiot," you let out, your eyes tearing up as you held your hands out to him. he stood up, falling into your embrace as your arms wrapped around him. "god, i love you."

when you part from your hug, your hands cup his face in them and you lean in to press your lips against his.

"yes," you say when you pull away, right before kissing him again. "yes." another kiss. "yes yes yes yes."

"wait, you need to be more clear with your answer." when you laugh, the tears stream down your cheeks, and lando helps pat them away with his thumb. then he kisses you again, mumbling against your lips. "i can't wait."

it's all so simple, so natural, so unforced, just like your relationship – but unlike how the rest of the night will likely go.

"hey, are you dozing off again?" you groan, your eyes shifting from the pieces of paper in your hands up to watch your lover next to you. his arms are crossed on top of the table, head resting on them as his eyes grow hazy again. "concentrate, norris!"

he lets out a deep sigh, one of his hands coming up to wipe across his face. he leans back in his chair, making an attempt to remember what you had said just before you started scolding him. "yeah, that sounds great."

you swat at his shoulder with your hand, furrowing your eyebrows. "you don't even know what i was talking about." you hold up the papers to him, showing off the different color schemes you were choosing between for the big day. "if we choose this one, we could get those pink garden roses we talked about for the reception..." you hold up one piece of paper to him, eyes watching closely for his reaction. "...but this one..."

lando hates planning for your wedding. he finds it extremely boring, especially because it's so complicated and because there's so much to figure out. but more than anything,

he hates waiting.

he wants to marry you now – if he got to decide, he'd just run off and elope with you right this second.

unfortunately for him, you have convinced him that you both want your friends and family to be there for the big moment. when he tries to think realistically, he does agree with you, but when he lets his heart do all the thinking, he can't care less about anyone other than you. all he needs is to have you with him.

hell, he would run off with you to a random country, leave all civilization and everyone you know, live off insects and grass or whatever, as long as you're there with him. he needs nothing else.

"are you still not listening?" your hands land on the table with a thud as you throw your head back.

lando leans forward to rest his chin on top of your shoulder, his arm snaking across your waist to pull you closer to him. "i'm sorry."

"what even are you thinking about?"

he pauses for a moment before he leans back a little, eyes meeting yours. "i'm giving eloping a serious reconsideration."

"lando, we've discussed this enough, haven't we?" one of your hands land where his neck meets his shoulder. "plus, it's so late now. we'd lose our deposits."

"you think i care about the money?" he cocks an eyebrow and you shake your head at him. "all i care about is you, and you being mine. no matter how we get there."

"so, if you care about me so much," you start, tilting your head as a smile spreads across your lips. "will you help me with this? pretty please?"

"well, since you ask so nicely..." lando can't help but let out a laugh at your expression. "but first..." his hand pulls you even closer and your knee is grazing against his leg when he leans down to you. his lips find yours easily, like it's what they were made for, and you kiss your fiancé back just as easily.

maybe he can muster up the energy to focus on planning for a little while. it will be worth it in the end, he thinks; when he sees you walk down the isle, when he holds you in front of everyone, when he gets to kiss you as your husband, he is sure it will all be worth it.

everything is worth it when it comes to you.

"has monaco always been this pretty?"

your voice breaks lando's train of thoughts and he looks over at you. you pull your knees up to your chest and he scoots closer to you on the blanket. "i'm pretty sure it has."

you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath. "it feels different, though. doesn't it?"

he gets what you mean. everything feels different these days; the morning coffee, his races, waking up in your arms. even just sitting with you here, overlooking the country you'd spent so many months in, the city lights twinkling under the night sky.

it's all lighter, easier, sweeter. every day has just a slight touch of extra beauty that wasn't there before.

"do you think it will still be different after tomorrow?" your voice is low, almost as if you're scared of your words.

you are. to be fair, the changes in the horizon are life-changing – it's not weird to wonder and be nervous about what life will look like.

"yeah, i think so. but another type of different." you tilt your head up towards him, eyes catching the way his own are sparkling in the lights. except, they aren't looking at the lights; you're the reason they are sparkling. "a better different."

you smile, leaning against his shoulder as you let your eyes fall closed. "i can't believe it's tomorrow," you hum. "the wedding. our wedding."

time has passed really quickly, as life sometimes does. all of the days lando had spent complaining that the wedding was so far away had gone by in the blink of an eye. "you still have time to run away, you know."

a chuckle leaves your chest at the comment. "so do you." his arm drapes across your shoulders, holding you close as you let out a breath. "i can't believe i'll be yours in just a few hours."

"love," he starts, looking down at you. "you have been mine for as long as i can remember."

he was right; you can barely even remember a time where you weren't his.

"and you have always been mine, too."

it was just months ago that his brother got married and you dreamed about your own wedding, imagining what it would look like and how you would feel. and now, the moment is mere hours away. to say you're completely terrified is an understatement – but at the same time, you're so very excited. and every time you remember the person you're getting married to, it's easy to calm down. as long as you're with lando, everything will be perfect.

you look up at lando, your soon-to-be husband, and your heart flutters at the look in his eyes. it's a look of complete and utter love – the exact same one as the one you're showing off.

your lives have just begun, and you can barely even wait to see what the future has in store for you.

bonus:

just before silverstone, there was one time where the two of you had walked along the shoreline of monaco after a lovely dinner, with the prettiest sunset covering the sky. lando had stopped walking, felt his jacket pocket, and groaned out loud. when you raised your eyebrows at him, he just said: "this would have been a perfect moment to propose to you."

"do it, then?"

"i left the ring at home..."

"you're unbelievable. and adorable. come here, let me kiss you."