#because im lazy or just too anxious

[themoonstonechronicler]

im making everything up

[taintedcigs]

— if you're feeling lucky

pairing: fwb!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: friends with benefit never ends well... or does it? based on this prompt by @dumplingsjinson (wc: 1.2k+)

warnings: just absolute fluff, maybe tiny angst, and a kiss, and thats it, oh and my shitty writing.

author's note: ignore the corny summary im lazy. the title has no meaning i just luv that song omfg. not proofread. based on this lovely request i got from angel @voyeurmunson i hope i did it justice i am so very rusty!!!! and the ending is rushed i AM SORRY

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Y​​ou knew this would eventually happen. You agreed to this stupid "arrangement" knowing that this would be the outcome.

Just because you couldn't keep your feelings in check. Just because the two of you kissed hazily one night, minds filled with each other and the cheap weed Eddie provided. Like a knot that had been waiting to be undone, unraveling, so quickly, fading just as much—if not more quicker.

You should've seen it coming.

From the way your last rendezvous ended, when you accidentally kissed him goodbye on his way home. It was a simple, honest mistake.

Or was it?

The two of you had a set of rules; fucking with no feelings attached, make sure none of it got in the way of your friendship. It was supposed to be simple.

But that goodbye kiss was intimate, more than just fucking, and much more than your stupid friendship.

His cheeks burned a salmon pink, your plushy lips tainting his with something he had never experienced before; pure affection. Making him splutter, almost tripping on his way out of your house.

You barely registered what you did when he finally left, too enamored to even notice. Your son-of-a-bitch subconscious playing its tricks on you, feelings acting out before your logic can even kick in.

Stress ate away at you, but you assumed he wouldn't make a big deal of it. That this wouldn't ruin anything. He would forget this by Monday.

By the time he ignores your fifth call, and even goes as far as to avoid you in town, you start to blame your poor assumption skills. Try to ignore the insecure feelings that churn in your stomach.

Anger replaces those thoughts in an instant, because how could he just fucking end things without even talking to you?

Did he not even like you as a friend anymore?

Did one kiss really disgust him this much?

A lump sits in your throat at the unanswered questions, anxiety seeping through your skin, eating away at your organs, consuming you.

And after hours of endless anxious thoughts rummaging through your mind—and a long talk with your girlfriends where they urged you to talk to him, you end up at his door, arms crossed against your chest, wearing a scowl.

He opens the door with a bewildered gaze, your name falling softly from his lips, like a prayer, devoid of the lewdness it held than the last time you saw him. Much more affectionate, shattering your heart in every way possible.

"What is your problem?" You don't mean to go all out on him, especially when looks this good, bittersweet gaze meeting yours, tousled curly hair framing his face just in the way that has your heart skipping a beat.

"W—what?" He splutters.

You brush past him in a fury, "do you hate me now or something?" Your anger doesn't hold the same weight anymore, tone now laced with insecurity, a sadness that finds its way into your skin.

You don't let him talk, "do you realize how fucking childish this is? Ignoring my calls? Avoiding me?" He watches the way your brows quirk when you explain yourself, teeth pulling on your bottom lip worry, he wants to kiss it, your thoughts, worries away.

"That's not—"

"You could've just talked to me if—if you had any problem, ignoring me is fucked up."

Plushy lips open to speak, to explain himself, but you don't let him, fluttering your thick lashes at him, rambling on and getting more and more upset each time you spoke, tugging at his heartstrings, making him want to slap himself for being the source of your worries.

"We could've just talked this out, you know? W—we could've set up clearer boundaries and uh—" You were growing more and more frustrated, words getting mashed together with how emotional you were being.

"Will you let me—"

Again, you didn't let him speak, wanting to get it all out, knowing that this might've been the last time you spoke to him. Ever.

Your lip wobbled at the thought. "I—I just... 'm sorry, I broke the rules, okay? I—I swear it won't happen again, I don't want our friendship to be—"

"I can't be friends with you anymore!" He breathed, tone loud enough to startle you, the weight of his words taking a while to sink in.

You gulped, physically, mind too hazy to register what he said, that horrible feeling caging your chest, eating up the words that are unable to leave your lips. "Oh... uh—uhm, o—okay." You nervously nip at your nails, not knowing what to do.

"I can't do this anymore, either." He adds, pointing toward the space between the two of you, and you're unable to meet his gaze, too scared. The tears begging to be let out.

"Why—" You take a deep breath before you continue, prying your gaze from his stupid wooden floors, and back into those swirly caramel hues, now big enough to hypnotize you. Softening you in seconds. "Why not?"

"Fuck..." He mumbles, this time he's the nervous one, cheeks flushed with the prettiest pink all over. Fingertips trace against your features, settling on your cheekbones, and you let him. "Because I'm starting to get greedy, sweetheart."

Hope gnaws at your insides, the way something flashes in his gaze has you healing all over, the hold both of you have over each other is strong enough to gravitate you, yet both of you are too dumb to see it, notice it.

Until now.

"I can't just have that and be okay with it... I want—fuck that, I need more," He grumbles, desperate, a silent plea. Your mouth grows dry, lashes fluttering heavily to process it, the world stops spinning on its axis at the implication of his words.

"I need you." You can't help the way your gaze turns mellow, melting into his touch, everything you craved, and more, right in front of you.

A little taste of heaven.

Rolling your eyes playfully, plushy lips stretching into the prettiest smile, followed by a giggle—a heavenly sound he decides he can't fucking live without. "You absolute idiot," you breathe with a shake of your head.

"You didn't think to tell me that? Were you just gonna pull away? Bury your feelings away?"

He mocks a thinking face, "I'd write a few songs about it too, probably." Grin growing wider the more he looks at you, barely registering what the fuck is going on. That you even showed up at his door. That you're even entertaining the idea of being with him.

He's at the palm of your hand, and you don't even know it.

"Idiot."

Pushing a palm over his chest dramatically, he tilts his head in a manner that has you wanting to squeeze his cheeks. "An idiot you like back?"

"Unfortunately." His lips downturn, an exaggerated pout that has your smile stretching.

"An idiot I like too much that it's embarrassing," you add with a scrunch of your nose, a gesture Eddie wants to worship, want to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face.

"I'll take embarrassing," he whispers, licking his lips before leaning in. You stare at his parted lips a millisecond longer, before pulling him by his stupid Hellfire shirt, pressing your lips hotly against his. 

Eddie only freezes for a second before his instincts take over, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat, deepening the kiss, lips parting to taste you, fully, completely. 

Only breaking the kiss once you consumed him, lazy smirk sitting on his lips, “Told ya we couldn’t be friends anymore,” he teases, that pretty dimple sitting on his cheeks. “Shut up,” you reply with a giggle, interrupting him before he can observe your features and try to drown you in compliments, fisting his shirt once again and pressing your plushy lips against his.

[postmodernbeliever]

how to relax - fox mulder x female reader (smut)

a seemingly endless case in the middle of nowhere has you stressed out of your mind, to the point where the only thing that doesn't push you too far is fox mulder. with all that stress and no way to reel yourself in, your partner decides he wants to help show you how to relax.

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wrote this bc sometimes we (i) just need a (toe curling) self-insert to satisfy our (my) daydreams. i dedicate this to all those who are chubby and in love with fox mulder. if you prefer to read on ao3, you can find me at the same username.

my ao3 | word count; 5,419 (i got excited, okay?)

content tags (i copied from ao3 bc im lazy): dom fox mulder, praise kink, fluff and smut, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, hand & finger kink, subspace, size difference, belly bulge, co-workers, mutual pining, idiots in love, pet names, stress relief, cross-posted on ao3, smut, subtle plus size reader, soft fox mulder, mentions of freudian shit bc come on this is the x files, talking you through it, fox is literally so awoooooga the whole time, fox gets cocky as always, fox mulder the munch, bathroom sex, fox just can’t help himself literally so i hope you enjoy

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you’d been beyond stressed all day, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for you. what was frustrating was that you had managed to grow so agitated that it seemed nothing could help you calm down. 

your work with the fbi was your life, in all its stress-inducing, time-consuming, hair-splitting glory. you were as tight-assed as they came (ask literally anybody!) all of that pressure on top of a naturally anxious and irritable demeanor made you difficult to enjoy being around, and you knew it. but today, of all days, it was truly catching up to you physically. the muscles of your jaw were sore from the tension they held, fighting between your teeth for release. your head swelled between your eyes and nose, pulsing softly like a glowing light that wouldn’t dim. your throat was dry, your footsteps heavy, your hands restless; you were wound so tight that everyone you encountered feared you might snap like a rubber band, lashing against them in recoil. 

fox mulder was the only one who had stayed on your good side all day, which is surprising, given your partner was typically the casual aggressor of your everyday life- what with his constant nagging and ridiculous speculations about every crime you investigated. he never once changed his attitude, let alone change the color shirt he wore to work every day. yet it seemed this time he was off the hook, because the case you’d both been assigned was dragging like no other. 

it was your fifth day in the desolate yellow countryside of a rural town you so lovingly renamed as bumblefuck, virginia; all you possessed was an immaterial, mulder-esque lead that couldn’t be pinned down (as your fellow agent was torn between shapeshifter and werewolf). on top of that were ten dead bodies, no evidence, and a motel room with broken air conditioning, complete with a leaky sink. you were sick to death of the heat, and the town, and the local policemen who seemed to have but two executive functions: hit on you or ignore your assertions. for a stagnant fifth day, you’d experienced more frustration than ever- the cops have begun to give up on catching a suspect, fox was investigating muddy footprints all afternoon like the freak he is, and you were stuck to sit in the closet-sized archives room at the local library where teenagers and nagging townspeople came in to ogle the “fbi lady”… jesus, no wonder your head hurts. 

fox came by every so often to check on you that afternoon. once with a cup of coffee, once with half of a sandwich he’d thoughtfully taken a bite out of to piss you off, and again with dirt all over his face and a wild story about how he caught a glimpse of his x file mid-attack. if you weren’t used to his personality by now it might’ve made things worse, but in a way his teasing and subtle acts of service were the only soothing memories you had to reflect on. he was a moment of consistency between the endless chaotic installments of the afternoon. 

at the end of the day, you were mentally exhausted, hungry for the other half of that sandwich fox ate, and in need of the shitty motel bed; at the very least some peace and quiet, just for one night. but it seemed your partner wouldn’t let you have it. 

you’d had about an hour to yourself before fox materialized in your motel room. after a shower that quickly ran cold, you slipped into a sweatshirt, a threadbare set of sleep shorts that were a bit tight for your pudgy legs, and two flimsy socks that didn’t match because you hadn’t packed for a trip this long. you’d tried watching the television, but the antennae were spotty no matter how you arranged them. the air conditioning machine clanked and whistled nonstop, and hiding under your pillows didn’t dull the racket. the best part was when you tried to light the little bedside yankee candle and the lighter ran out of fluid- but not before it sparked and burned your thumb. you’d finally begun to decompress when a familiar knock sounded from outside. summoning a forcibly loud groan- so your tall visitor heard exactly how you felt- you clambered off the creaking bed and towards the door, which revealed his trademark smug smile. 

“good evening, watson!”

“what do you want?” you sighed, closing your eyes. 

you felt his hand push your shoulder to the side, and the man squeezed past you into the room. you scoffed and said, “oh, please, make yourself at home!” 

“i will, thank you,” fox teased. “i came to check on you.”

“because?”

“well, you’ve been a wreck all day! didn’t laugh at one of my jokes. you nearly bit the sheriff's head off tonight when we checked in at the station before leaving… i just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“oh? well, you know what? no, mulder, i’m not okay. we’ve been stranded out in the middle of nowhere for a week with no leads and no progress and the food here sucks and i haven’t had a single good night’s sleep and all my socks are dirty!” you ranted, pacing in front of the half-open door like a lunatic. 

fox grinned as if he knew something you didn’t and turned from you, heading towards the tiny bathroom tucked in the corner of the room. you slammed the front door shut and followed him, snapping, “what, you come in asking how i feel and just walk away? explain to me how that makes any sense, mulder!”

the agent leaned against the bathroom sink, hands laid curiously on the lip of the counter. he dutifully watched the little crystal droplets that fell rhythmically down the ceramic bowl. the air surrounding him felt charged, like if you stepped too close, you’d get shocked; almost as if his thoughts were electrifying the oxygen. 

he frustrated you beyond belief sometimes. the man stood in your bathroom like his day was going perfectly fine. a gray t-shirt clung to his lean arms, hugging the curves of his biceps like it was tailored for him alone; his sweatpants were black and littered with lint from the hairy couch in his apartment, and they hung low on his hips, peeping the waistband of his black boxers like a well-known secret. his hair was pointing every which way in its tawny misdirection, and he had the nerve to inspect your sink, and lick his lips like he had all the time in the world to enjoy the southern sticks and lupine mysteries, all while you had to scour newspapers and sleep in ten minute increments to survive. 

“mulder, what the hell are you doing?” 

“your sink is leaking.” 

“yeah, i know, sherlock.”

“did you ask them to fix it?”

“mulder, i will not hesitate to kick you out.”

“jeez, somebody’s worked up.”

the man pivoted on his feet, facing you with a newfound sense of purpose. you were prepared to object his statement, but were silenced by his hands finding your hips. he was so quick to slide you up onto the counter that you forgot your rebuttal- in fact, in his rush to relocate you, you’d forgotten to think entirely. he had your thighs pinned to the cold, white countertop, and parted so he could press his tummy to the spot where your legs met. his shirt rode up in the moment, and you could feel the warmth of his bare skin against the fabric of your shorts. 

fox’s hands felt rough. you stared at them, at the sheer size, and recollected all the little stolen glances of those fingers sifting through his filing cabinets, or analyzing your field notes, or polishing his gun. countless vivid reminders of the strength of them as they pulled you back from bullets and unexpected staircases flashed before your eyes. how often you longed for them, you couldn’t say, but it was clear to you now as those same hands held you down that you had taken a serious liking to them. 

it took you a while, but you managed to mutter, “what are you doing?”

fox could only smile wider and say, “you need to relax, don’t you?” 

“what does that-”

“why don’t you let me help you?” 

you swallowed thickly, feeling a bubbling heat rise in your belly. his calloused palms rode up your legs, finding room for his thumbs to begin drawing soft, sweeping circles against your hip bones. your brain clouded so fast you forgot to answer. 

“i’ve never seen you so aggravated before… like, by every little thing. i mean, i know you get annoyed, but these past couple days have been so rough for you, haven’t they? just can’t calm down, can you? you look so tired, so tense. i can feel all the tension you’re keeping right… here,” he consoled, letting up on your hips to press a hand to your lower abdomen. when you sucked in a nervous breath, the man pressed a little harder, and you twitched beneath him. “i can fix that for you, if you want. show you how to relax a little.” 

“y-you’re not even supposed to be in here,” you wheezed, “agents… agents aren’t supposed to consort in the same room, mulder, remember?”

“awh, come on, don’t start following the rules on me now! don’t you wanna feel better, honey?” 

fox spoke like every word was a secret, leaning in close to your ear. the scruff of his five o’clock shadow brushed against your fresh face, eliciting a spidery chill down your spine. 

“what’s gotten into you, mulder?”

“i asked you a question, sweetheart.”

you panicked, swallowing air like it was water. these kinds of questions felt new coming from him. anxiously, you let out a shaky breath and nodded, hoping that was enough. you couldn’t handle much else.

“is that a yes?”

“...mhm.”

“can you say yes for me?”

fuck. “yes.”

“good girl. it’ll help, i promise.” 

it seemed he couldn’t be going any slower than he was just then, gingerly removing his hands from your waist and biting his lower lip like the reincarnate of a dream you’d entertained too many times before. you watched with a spinning head as his long, spindly fingers hooked under the waistband of your shorts. his pale eyes twinkled at you, sage steeped in milk, as he asked, “can i?” in that lilting voice he uses only when the room is begging for quiet. when you eagerly nodded, he chuckled, “lift up for me a little, okay?” 

you followed orders and pressed your shaky hands to the tile, raising your hips so he had room to slide your shorts down. his face melted at the sight of you underneath. 

night after night, he’d fantasized about those doe eyes of yours watching him free you up like this, but he never imagined he’d get the chance. until this afternoon, when he resolved to create the chance. through all these years working beside you, he’s only grown to admire you more. you were cunning, you were gentle with kids, you were smarter than he ever could be (even if you disagreed.) but you were also tired. you lived alone, you slept alone, you never asked for help and you declined every offer. fox hated to see you facilitate your own frustration. and this past week has only exacerbated his need to fix it- watching you so angry, so pent up, so in need of attention- he couldn't bear to let you suffer any longer. it seems he’s been lucky, too, because you sat quietly, patiently, all so that he could take care of you. grateful for the opportunity, fox didn’t want to waste any more time. 

with those dreamy fingertips grazing your underwear, fox was the spitting image of boyish charm. he admired the worn black and grey striped fabric covering what was left of you, thinking aloud, “had these for a while, huh?” 

“since i was in college,” you muttered, “everything i wore was dark back then.”

“nothing’s changed. you’re very punk rock,” he winked.

you didn’t know you were capable of laughing in your current state, but it came bubbling up in a nervous overflow. he watched your lips curl, and the way you threw your head back like you couldn’t stop yourself. you felt embarrassed to be so swayed by his stupid humor, but you had no choice. not when he had you wrapped around his finger like this.

“you’re a dork.”

“you like it, though,” he reassured. 

you watched the man hesitate, eyes darting down to your lips; you closed your eyes, hoping it would nudge him in the right direction, and you were right. fox had to crane his neck down a bit- because even with you on the counter, he was still taller- but he made himself level, and he pressed his lips to yours so gently you almost didn’t feel him there. what announced him was the taste of him, actually; stale coffee on his tongue, and what you deduced to be the black-label chapstick, the kind that tasted like medicine. you toppled into him like you were falling off a cliff, clinging to the hem of his shirt in longing. 

fox seemed to like how you hung on him. it made him feel risky. his hands meandered across your tummy, pushing up under your sweatshirt and roaming the soft skin of your back. he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged softly, and when you opened your eyes in surprise, he nudged your nose like a kitten and let it go. he was good at taking control like this, at making your nerves ebb and flow to his pace. you were so entranced in the way his lips meshed with yours that when his dominant hand found its way to your hips again, you mewled in anticipation. 

“you sound a lot prettier when you’re not arguing with me,” fox joked. you met him with a soft sound from the back of your throat, and his eyebrows furrowed in amusement. “can barely speak, can you?”

“mm-mm,” you answered, trying to trap his lips again, but he pulled away. 

his eyes shifted shade, and you were now seeing yourself reflected in much darker irises. your back shivered against the mirror on the wall. he broke eye contact and let it linger on your legs, his palms swiping over the skin with intention. swiftly, he bent over and began pressing kisses to your inner thighs. you let out a strangled whine, which made him shudder.

“you want me to get to it, hm?”

“please, f… mulder,” you whispered, blushing like a fool. 

the man rose again to lock you in a soft kiss, one so much more loving than the others that it let butterflies loose in your chest. interrupting their fluttering, he prodded, “what was that?”

it was out of you before you had a chance to weigh the outcomes. “please, fox.” 

having teased long enough, fox dropped to his knees and pushed your panties aside. his mouth was so slick from all the time it spent on yours that it was dangerously warm as it pressed against your heat. you let out a lewd string of moans as his tongue trailed a long, torturous stripe between your folds, taking his sweet time getting to the top. he felt you throbbing, all the blood in your body pulsing like a heartbeat for him. his lips, just a bit swollen, peppered a few gentle kisses to the skin before surrounding your bud and starting to suck. 

you squeezed your eyes shut so hard it nearly brought your headache back. fox grunted between your hips, the pads of his fingers pressing hard into your bones. you softened for his tongue as it swirled inside your pussy, tracing shapes to drive you insane. your hands burrowed into his cropped cut and tugged in desperation, which he liked so much it practically made him growl; the sound bounced between your walls, sending a sensation into your stomach that made your legs tremble. he felt so good inside you like this, lapping like a puppy at your water; you bucked against his big nose, craving the friction, and he responded with relentless thirst for you.  

“fuck!” you whined, “fox- agh,”

coming up for a gulp of air, you caught a glimpse of his slick chin as it glinted in the yellow light. “feels good?” 

“shit,” you panted, “yes, obviously… more,” 

“more, huh?” fox licked his lips with hungry eyes. “i’m gonna need you to say please, baby.”

“jesus, fox, please! pretty please, baby, please just keep going,” 

“fuck, don’t call me names…” the man swooned at the broken cry in your voice, resolving to give you whatever you needed until the day you die. now wasn’t the time for confession, though, so he filed that away for later. “pretty please. god, you’re good.”

you nearly choked as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them in a rough come-hither motion. he bombarded you with himself, sucking hard on your clit and fucking his fingers into the swelling spot inside you, making you lurch against his touch like an animal. with your head thrown back against the motel mirror and pretty mouth gasping for him, he realized that his dreams could never do this moment justice. the sugary, tangy taste you left on his tongue, your soft skin that smelled like shower suffocating him, the way his name rolled off your tongue- you were the real fucking deal, not some half-assed daydream that got him off at night. you were beautiful, and for not being a praying man, being on his knees before you felt right. who was he to stand eye to eye with you, when down here where you were perched above him like an angel, he had so much more room to worship you? 

“fuck, i- oh, i’m…” you whimpered, grinding against his face with fervor. 

“let it go, honey, come on,” he cooed, “i’ll take care of you.” 

“b-but i- i’ve never- oh my god!”

the agent watched you battle with yourself, all the while writhing on the countertop, so he carefully brought his thumb to your clit and picked up the pace. he rose to you again, using his free arm to slither around the base of your back and pull your body flush against his. you bunched his shirt in your fists helplessly and hid your face in his shoulder. it took all his strength not to collapse right then and there, but he kept moving for you, and you rocked against his palm like you were made for it. when he realized you were going to need a little more help, he gave it to you. 

you were stressed, after all, and sometimes somebody’s just got to talk you through it, right?

“never had it this good before, hm? nobody’s ever made you cum, sweetheart? you poor thing,” fox twitted, clicking his tongue. “you work so hard. my smart girl, so good at her job, so independent… you deserve to be taken care of, to feel good, baby. to let go of all that stress,” 

you struggled to think straight as his gruff voice battled the ringing in your ears. his palm pressed against your back with so much care, like if he moved it you’d shatter into a million pieces. it was all so much, to have your partner with you like this; to hear him breathing beside you, to feel his fingers in a place you’d never thought they’d be. he saw the gears turning in your head still, and he wanted to shut your brain off for good. and god, did he. fox coaxed it right out of you like it was his job. 

“come on, good girl, you can do it,” he whispered. “cum for me, honey, i know you can. show me you can.”

for every moment of danger you found yourself stuck in, fox was there to protect you. when you got reprimanded by a director, he was there to hold your hand behind the safety of the desk. when you were late and needed a cover, he was prepared with a detailed story. you’d forgotten a raincoat a comical number of times, so many in fact that he began keeping a spare in his office for you to borrow. fox was always there, waiting to help you, to guide you, and if it was fucked up (so far as to call it freudian) then so be it- you needed it from him. you needed his safety, his warmth, the strength of his arms around you. his reassurance. 

and to hear him care for you like this, too, to pull on your strings and unravel you like a tired tapestry… god, nothing ever felt so good. 

fox’s eyes rolled back as you twitched on his fingers, moaning his name like a prayer into the stuffy bathroom air. your hands struggled to find a place to stay as they combed through his hair frantically, tugging and trembling; it was like you’d never been touched before in your life. you had, but very few times, and it was just like he said- nobody had done it right. but he had. it felt like his hands were crafted to please you. they knew exactly where to touch, how fast, how gentle, how deep. the man figured you out instantly, which was as exciting as it was terrifying. you’ve never felt so out of it in your entire life. 

you panted wildly, and fox gave soft kisses to your hair while you tried to regain your composure. but you couldn’t. you couldn’t get a grasp on anything. the world was floating in limbo around you, all inconstant; the countertop felt as foreign to you as flying did. but even in your daze, you craved more- the second he stopped, you needed him to start again. you could barely speak, but he heard your mumblings: “m…more, more, f… foxie,”

that nickname gave him goosebumps. slowly, he said, “baby, i don’t have anything with me for that,”

“don’t care. please.” you begged. there was no way he could say no to you, not when your pretty, cloudy eyes looked up at him how they did. 

“okay, baby, okay.” 

fox gave no warning, but nothing would have prepared you anyway- you instinctively opened your hips wider just to make enough room for him. he pushed all the way in, letting himself bottom out; the man let out a moan so guttural that you clenched around him in reflex. you were lucky enough to see him make that pretty ‘o’ face, and that might’ve been enough for you, honestly, but it wasn’t for him. he needed you, and he needed you fast. 

his thrusts were no match for all the grinding you could do. he snapped back and forth like a whip, hips rolling so hard that it felt like he was digging inside you deeper each time. you dragged your nails down his back, trying to find something to hold onto, but his moans in your ear as he hid his face in your neck were so distracting you kept having to start over. 

“jesus, baby, you’re so tight for me,” he grumbled, “feels so good, you’re doing so good… fuck, my good girl.”

his praise made every nerve in your body short-circuit. it didn’t matter how he moved, you couldn’t stop babbling. he tugged your hips forward a little more, making you slump against the mirror, and you clutched the countertop for dear life. 

“can’t use your words, huh, baby? look at you, smartest analyst in the fbi and you can barely speak, all because of me,” he tormented. the man pressed his right hand against your tummy again, just like he had before, and he growled with lust. he seized your hand and pressed it flat beneath his in the same spot, and he fucked you harder, forcing it down until you felt his thrusting beneath your palm. you never thought you’d feel anything like this, not with your soft stomach, but he was making it possible.

“you feel that, pretty? feel me inside you, filling you up? you’re mine now. all mine.”

you had no control. you whined, “foxie,” jerking your hips against his cock in a craze. 

“god, that’s right, that’s my girl.” he smiled.

“s-so… a-agh, please!”

“mm, i know, baby, keep going,” 

you had no more words left, you’d used them all. fox had figured out how to take away all your stress, yet in the process, he took your whole mind with it. now you were just his, a thing to be kissed, a fleshy body for him to praise. for a control freak, you loved being the one under another’s control for once. 

you scratched at fox’s shoulders, a mindless drop of drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth. you felt his cock as it swelled against your slick walls, and how it poked against your insides, and if that weren’t enough, he moved his hand to your clit again and resumed rubbing those blissful circles into it. you could only sit there and grind against his touch, muttering strings of curses and unintelligible sounds.

“agh, baby, you’re so pretty like this,” his moans were growing harsh, turning into whines. “all fucked out, mm, so pretty for me,”

his hips started snapping erratically, and your back arched against the increasing speed. his teeth met your shoulder and he bit softly, grumbling, “i’m so close,”

in what felt like a cry but came out as a strangled whimper, you warned, “m’gonna… agh…” 

fox watched your face screw up in pleasure, and it pushed him right over the edge. your body collapsed as you let go, and he rushed to hold you to him and keep you upright. all the way in your gut, where your hand once rested, you felt him pooling all over, thick and warm. his thumb swirled you slowly, working you through it so you didn’t get too shocked. he was stationary for a while, unable to move from the overstimulation; but when he did, he watched the stuff bubble out of you, though only just a bit. his throat closing up at the sight. he gathered some of it on his fingers and raised them to your lips, and you licked them sweetly. his stomach churned as you gazed down at his hand with foggy eyes, somehow still lustful after all he’d done to tire you out. 

“good job, baby, you were so good for me,” he crooned, leaving sloppy, tired kisses all over your neck. “someone’s gotta take care of you, don’t they?” 

you just murmured little hums, and he loved every second of it. 

“you hear me, pretty girl? nobody takes better care of you than me, you got it? who takes good care of you?” 

“foxie,” you admitted in your mindless bliss. 

“that’s right, baby, foxie does. you’re all mine, honey,” he gushed. “not so stressed anymore, are you?”

“mm-mm.”

“are you okay? take a deep breath for me.”

you tried to speak, but the words weren’t forming. you couldn’t string anything together. all you could do was make quiet noises and mutter his name. “mmph… foxie,”

“here, come here, honey.” 

fox tucked his hands beneath your thighs, and after instructing you to wrap your arms around his neck nice and tight, he carried you from the croaking bathroom sink to the motel bed, where he took extra care in laying you down comfortably. he climbed on top of you and adjusted your shirt, smoothing the fabric over your plush tummy and drawing a dopey smile from you. 

“stuck in your head, hm?” fox asked. 

he’d read up on this type of thing before- subspaces. typically common in BDSM practices, but not exclusively. there was a study conducted that detailed the experience theoretically as a headspace induced by rushes of endorphins, causing the receiver to fall into a trance-like state. he remembered reading how when someone is in a subspace their ability to communicate can be impaired and so can their judgment. it was also suggested that asking grounding questions may help coax people out of them (don’t ask how he found such a study.) so being the guy he is, he took everything very slowly from there, and followed the science. 

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” 

“mm.”

“good. what’s my name?” 

your stomach fluttered at the question, and warmth pooled between your hips at the softness with which he asked, but your brain was two steps behind. it took you a minute to answer, and you could only do it with your eyes closed. “foxie,” you muttered. 

“good girl, good job. that’s right,” he rewarded you with a kiss to the collarbone. beneath his breath he muttered, “fuck, if that isn’t cute.”

he could see you were somewhere else. all of your behavior was so needy. you might’ve thought you were a headcase before, but he’s no stranger to id impulses either; he saw how you pushed into his palms, how you refused to let go of his shirt, and he just wanted to help you through it. he wanted to make sure you felt safe. 

“baby, can you open your eyes for me? can you let me see your pretty eyes?” 

you peeked through one and saw his handsome face staring back at you, that toothy grin blooming flowers in your chest. slowly you opened the other, and even though the world was swirling, you managed to keep them open.

“you’re doing so good, thank you, baby,” he chuckled. “now, i’m gonna put your shorts back on, okay?”

“m’kay.” 

you took a deep breath. he watched your chest rise and fall, and your cheeks burn even redder than he thought possible. your hand held his wrist tightly, tight enough that he prayed your nails would leave little moon-shaped marks behind. you shook your head and tried to wipe away the fuzzy feeling. 

“what’s my name again?” he asked, noticing how hard you were trying to focus. he tapped on your hip so you’d know to lift them, and he wriggled your shorts back on, admiring how they hugged the skin.  

“f-fox.”

“good. what’s my job?” 

“you’re… a profiler,” you volleyed, feeling a little more grounded with each passing second. 

“good girl. and where are we, honey?”

you squinted at him and smiled, “bumblefuck, virginia.” 

when fox laughed, it felt like all the angels rung their bells. something about seeing his face light up and whatever was plaguing him, whatever he was in danger of, just wash away in the moment was nothing short of enlightenment. you wished he’d laugh more, so you could see divine intervention on the regular. 

“coming back to me, hm?” 

“yeah,” you giggled. 

fox leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “i’m trying not to let my ego explode right now, you know,” he smirked, “i never thought you wanted me so bad.” 

you blushed, hiding behind your hands. “i… oh, god.”

“no, no, it was cute! really. you… you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted to do that.” he promised. 

“i’ve never felt-” you paused, wondering if it was worth saying. yet, if he could bring you back to earth after fucking you stupid, what secrets could you hide from him? “i’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

“who, me?” fox laughed.

“mhm. it’s just…  agh. you. it’s only you, fox. embarrassingly so.”

it was his turn to blush then. fox leaned down to catch you in one more kiss, and you felt his hand search the bedsheets for yours so he could tangle your fingers with his own. he didn’t want to break away, so he said it right into your mouth, pausing for air: “god- i have- loved- you for- so long.”

fox couldn’t help but feel proud of himself as he laid down between your legs, resting his head on your warm belly like it was a pillow. you instinctively took to his hair, playing with the chocolatey tufts and wishing he’d never move. he fit so perfectly right there, and now you couldn’t ever let him go. you didn’t want to.

with one last kiss to your hip, fox grinned. “told you i could help.”

[shuaboo]

🍓boyfie ZB1 ft. bfs lil bro!yujin

🧺 lowercase intended // cw: other than a very small bit of swearing, none. // sry no wc im too lazy😭

🍰 a/n: sorry if this is quite messy, i usually open this draft at 3 am so my brains all fucked up n shit. yujin is included but he is not your bf bc i won’t write romantic stuff abt a minor due to my age ty.

bf!jiwoong who will always take photos of you and take selfies with you on his iphone with a blurry ass front cam :((. whether you’re on a date, just at home, running errands, on a walk— hes going to snap a pic. when you’re sitting beside each other sometimes he just lays his head on your shoulder or kisses your cheek and takes a selfie. just.. bf!jiwoong who is the complete embodiment of “take a pic, it’ll last longer.”

bf!zhang hao who is your other half of the olive theory. if ever there is an ingredient or food that you don’t like on your plate, all you need to do is ask hao because he’s probably going to accept. OR bf!hao who orders your usual order when you try something new, just incase you end up not liking the taste of your own order. for example: you want to try a new kind of coffee. hao always asks you if you’re sure before you try something new. when you confirm, he orders the usual style of coffee that you order. if you end up liking it… hao is happy that you like it and he doesn’t mind drinking your usual. but if it’s the opposite, he offers you his order— your usual, and takes the new drink off your hands and drinks that instead. AURGSHD i hope you guys get what i mean!!

bf!hanbin who has boyfie senses. he just knows everything about you, that’s how observant he is. he makes sure to observe a lot of the things you do, like, dislike, etc. he knows what type of hair tie you like, what glasses frame you prefer, how you fidget when you’re feeling anxious or nervous, everything. sometimes when you’re not feeling well and haven’t told hanbin yet, you’ll get a message from him asking how you are or if you’re feeling okay. it stuns you every single time he does it. it’s like he has connections to the system of your brain.

bf!matthew who is always down to try everything with you. i feel like matthew is very adventurous. if you want to try camping, he’ll do it with you and explain everything you need. if you want to try some new food, he’ll help you look for the place to try it. he’s always the one who takes and does your firsts with you. he supports your curiosity (most of the time) because he believes that it’s always good to try something new. basically just bf!matt who is your partner in everything.

bf!taerae who loves to sing for you, and would probably sing for you everyday if you’d just ask. taerae has such a beautiful singing voice, his voice is like pouring rays of sunshine, clouds, and rainbows into your ears. if you are having a hard time sleeping, all you need to do is lay against his chest and ask him to sing for you. the combination of his voice and his heartbeat is the perfect lullaby for you. when you’re on a road trip, a carpool session is essential! pro tip: do not challenge taerae with a karaoke battle, you WILL lose :P.

bf!ricky who WILL pay for everything. he does not let you take out your wallet, it’s always his treat. whether you’re on a restaurant date, shopping date, anything! he. will. pay! the only time ricky lets it slide is when you do errands together, but even then he still offers to pay. always expect “just because” gifts from ricky as well. because i do believe that he has a good eye, meaning that he knows what you like. so if he sees a piece that he thinks you’d look good in, he will 100% get it for you.

bf!gyuvin who loves couple trends!!!! i believe yes yes! matching outfits, tiktok dances, matching pfps, couple poses, everything!!! imagine going to the amusement park with gyuvin. you’ll have matching outfits on, you’ll do tiktok dances (ex: dsico by surf curse), take pics at the photobooth if they have it, take couple pics. every single person around you gets a slap in the face abt how single they are when they see you two. (i have another post abt gyuvin, also hcs/thoughts: thoughts abt bf!gyuvin)

bf!gunwook who props you up on the bathroom counter and stands in between your legs to do your skincare… when you’re feeling tired but you need to do your skincare, he’ll literally just do it for you. gunwook is strong enough to pick you up, put you on the counter, and then start doing your skincare. he doesn’t even need to ask you what goes first, next, and last. he has your skincare routine memorized!!!! all you need to do is just sit there and try to not fall asleep on the spot as he does his thing. you can trust that he knows your usual routine, your routine when you breakout, etc. skincare is something you and gunwook bond over as a couple. he loves taking care of you as much as he loves doing it for himself.

bf’s little bro!yujin who 100% loves u more than his brother 😎. when his brother takes you home he probably doesn’t approach you first, so you had to reach out. when he does get to know you, he thinks you’re pretty cool. he asks your boyfriend often if he’s taking you with him when they go out, since sometimes you do join in for some of their family outings. expect to be the in the middle of their bickering sometimes, siblings will be siblings. i think you’ll get to a point where yujin trusts you enough to sometimes talk to you about things he feels he can’t really discuss with his brother. he trusts that you won’t tattle on him, please don’t break it.

sorry for edging heres the yap sesh 🙏🏻

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling mom to stop giving me unhealthy food and then refusing to say "I love you" back?

I (16, FtM) am autistic, for the longest time I struggled with eating different types of foods, in fact, i only started eating vegetables when I was 16 because my nutritionist told me to. Since I have memory, i've been teased by my weight, all my life. It led me to make decisions i'm not very proud of (like getting groomed at 8-9 years old), because of my low self esteem.

I've gone to the nutritionist a total of 2 times in my life, but in my opinion i should've gone more but my parents didn't seem to think the same. Both of those times the doctors told me I was a little overweight. They didn't tell me i was obese or morbidly obese which thank god because I would've broken down and kms (not really but even thinking of getting told that makes me anxious).

They did tell me to start eating more food other than fried food and other type of stuff. After the meeting, my parents started scolding me for embarrassing them in front of the doctor, but all i did was being brutally honest with her! I told her how my parents keep buying flavored water which has at least 2 stamps in it (The government makes it so that companies have to put stamps on their products saying what's exactly in it), so the only source of natural water is the one we boil ourselves, which i drink every time i do exercise. And also how the dinner mom makes is sausages and french fries, it's quick and easy. This last week I've eating that dinner two times and on the weekend i ate fast food for lunch, on Saturday and Sunday which means TWICE. By the end I was so worried i might have to double my exercise next week (so now) to balance it off. I felt really fat on monday so uh not a good feeling.

For my part, I've had this discussion with my P.E teacher, and she agreed to make me play basketball more so i can both exercise at home and more at school other than P.E class. I've also done the effort of eating vegetables (which due to my autism it was very hard at first but I've gotten the hang of it!) And doing more exercise at school.

But even when mom agreed to start feeding me more healthy foods, it's like she gave up. She's gone back to giving me the same lazy foods that are filled with cholesterol and grease, and every time i eat those it makes me feel worried. Tonight was one of those dinners and all i want is to get it out of my system (literally).

I told mom she can't keep feeding me like this if she wants me to lose weight, and she responds by saying "but what can we feed you? You don't eat anything else" which? Fucking excuse me? WHAT DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST MONTHS??? She always says that, it's like whenever i eat entire salads she fucking ignores me or something! It makes me feel so angry, fuck my efforts i guess???

I got more angry, but she's my mom, so i decided to shut up. Since i was getting ready to bed once i got comfortable she told me "I love you", which is a normal habit we have every time i go to bed. She says "i love you" i say it back. But this time I didn't, and she just sighed and closed the door.

Right now i'm really mad at her, but i recognize that maybe not saying "I love you" back was a bit too much, but if i have to stop saying it at all for her to understand I want to lose weight, then so be it. If she doesn't want to recognize im the only one doing the effort, whatever. I'm thinking of starting to refuse her food to make myself clear.

What are these acronyms?

[fanbynature]

A post from Dani Howe, who recently left smosh after working in the marketing team

"From Pet to Threat" - This just happened to me AGAIN and after 10+ years in this biz, I’m sick of having to get over it in silence for fear of being blacklisted, or labeled as “difficult to work with” because I chose to be open about my working experience. I won’t go into details, as this isn’t meant to be that kind of post, but I want to share this research because the “Pet to Threat" phenomena keeps happening to me and so many of my peers, particularly over the last few years here in LA. It’s truly an abusive cycle that repeats for far too many people in the workplace, but especially and aggressively for Black women in the entertainment/media industry. So many of us work extremely hard from a place of love, peace and genuine passion for our crafts. We choose to put our prowess out there, hoping that it’ll be reciprocated with that same authenticity by our leadership/mentors/peers, only to be undermined and vehemently devalued in favor of this insistence for power and control at every turn. I’ll never understand the need to prioritize pettiness & ego over doing the right thing for another team member or putting the best, most collaborative work out there for your company. What’s the point of hiring an expert or someone with big potential, just to diminish them? I'm tired of entering spaces I was promised were full of golden potential and stability, only to have to abruptly leave that space a short while later, lest endure unsafe + toxic working dynamics if I choose to brave it. The feelings of shame, guilt and confusion that come after are all too familiar, and yet they never get any easier to deal with. Constantly being in an anxious place of trying to figure out what went wrong and changing my approach, while the world you left couldn’t even be bothered to think twice about you, feels like a losing game. Why even play anymore? I'm only left jobless with no prospects, broke, and burdened with heavy feelings of sadness that I feel really dumb for having. Because it’s just a job, right? And the house always wins.

Some of you might question why even share all of this. Well, I fully believe transparency is one of the best ways to educate and inspire those around you. By sharing this article and a bit about my experience, I hope others feel encouraged to choose themselves and stop letting lazy business practices suppress their potential. I have no idea what’s next for me - this post has probably tanked any chance of me continuing a career in entertainment marketing. But what I do know is that I’m not accepting being overlooked anymore. Not having my true potential nurtured or recognized because the mentors I believed in would rather act out of insecurity than help me thrive is total BS. I deserve better than that, and so do you. I hope today is the day you know your worth."

Im interested in who are they going to blame now. It was once Defy - but now that it's in the hands of the original creators and owners - the same mistakes seem to be popping up. Hmmm

Also if fans start villanizing her the way they did with Boze and Saige - 👊👊👊 i will find you and i will punch u in the fucking face

[ceasarslegion]

Whenever PETA or other ARAs come up i always think of the 40 year old bear from the zoo in the city i grew up in

This guy looked a bit worse for wear. He had his own enclosure too, because the other bears played too rough for him. He once got on infection on his rump that the vet had to shave all the fur away from to do a physical inspection on it, so for a while it looked like he wasn't wearing pants and there was a hunk of scar tissue where the infection once was. If you looked at him with no knowledge of bears, you might think he was being horribly abused. And we got our fair share of ARAs freaking the fuck out and claiming he was while calling for the whole zoo to be shut down.

Thing is though, he wasn't abused at all. He was thriving. His age just meant that he had different needs now regarding things like enrichment and his enclosure and the medical treatment he got. He was 40 years old, and that bear species usually only lives to 25. He liked to lie around and bask in the sunlight not because he was in pain or starving, but because his age made him lazy and sleepy, and in captivity he never had to worry about other animals threatening him. His toys were softer and easier to chew on than the ones in the other, younger bears' enclosure. They also installed a little grate on the outer wall for him to paw at when he wanted a snack. The others had set feeding times, he just ate when he was hungry because turns out that bears are not immune to age-related tummy hurties. The keepers once told me that he also got special medicine crushed up in his food so he wouldnt feel any joint pain and could move about freely to do bear things.

And I saw that bear a lot before he ultimately passed away. He was always very relaxed, never seemed tense or anxious, and I think he was born in captivity too because he was very used to people and would often sit and watch us like he was the one at the zoo. They eventually had to euthanize him because his meds werent working anymore and they didnt want his quality of life to suffer, and he'd lived 2 bear lifetimes already. I dont think that bear was ever abused, i think he lived a very spoiled and happy life. Probably lasted that long because he was like "this is a sweet deal im not leaving yet. Ill die when i feel like it."

[maadvillainy]

Haii, I just love johnny vincent sm like, there aren't enough content of him 😭. I was wondering if I could request some hcs of him with a female cheerleader gf. How would he react to people having the hots for his girl 👀

of course ^_^ !

showtime

pairings: johnny vincent x fem!cheerleader reader warnings: swearing

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authors note ❥ I'm genuinely so sorry for not popping this baby out months ago I just genuinely fell uninterested in writing for a bit. I'll try and be better about it 😞 With school coming up it's gonna be hard though, my apologies you guys. 🙏 My requests are still open for those who are interested, I will look at them and I will write them(eventually) but plzz be patient I'm a lazy ho🤕 thx guys! 🩷

・At first glance its like your eyes have been met with an angel. The face of a model stuffed into the teenage cheerleader that everyone had googly eyes for. It wasn't easy being you, and a lonely greaser had to find that out the hard way.

・JOHNNY, spotted staring at you in gym as you cheer. The sweet but loud voice you carried as you cheered. It was intriguing to him. The poor boy couldn't help it.

"Go team go!" You chant with the rest of your pyramid, you weren't a flyer today but you were always so enthusiastic. Johnny's prying eyes were caught on your face, then your uniform. He thought about your voice a lot too. Like his miniature cheerleader up in his noggin. He liked the way you smiled, the way you presented yourself to everyone. You were genuine to who you were, and most importantly you were passionate about it.

・First few weeks of interaction had him freaking OUT. He was so amazed by you he wanted to hold you in his pocket forever. Head over heels and for the most gorgeous, kind and spirited person on campus? Lonely boy had to make a move and fast because there were people scavenging for you and he had to make sure he was first in line.

・Anyways,

・Johnny likes watching you practice. Not because of the way your skirt flows in the breeze when its windy sometimes but because he gets to see you smile and laugh and talk and oh my gosh he just can't.

・Always attending games JUST to see you. In your pretty outfit and your pretty dolled up face he melts!!!!!!!!! Getting pelted by rocks in the stands never felt more worth it.

"How's my pretty baby?" Johnny walks up to you, smiling with a teddy bear and water bottle in hand. You grab the gifts and hug him close. "Great with you here Johnny." You relax in his arms. While drinking some of your water you caress his cheek, kissing his lips gently before being called over again. Intermission was over. "Mm I'll see you in a bit okay?" You smile, squeezing his hand in your own. "Go be beautiful I'll be right here." He grins, pressing a swift kiss to your hand. Literally not long after Johnny is being assaulted with kettle corn, ketchup packets and rocks.

・Likes looking at you. It makes him a little anxious though because you're so pretty he doesn't want anyone stealing you from him or you finding someone else. He knows you could have anyone you want yet you choose him, and stay with him. That reassures him for a little bit before he goes back to freaking out and watching you at all times. (It's endearing but when it goes too far it gets scary, girl run.)

・But he just loves you so much like?? Don't you ever leave that man because he will treat you like a princess no doubt.

"Johnny─you've been staring at me for like...twenty minutes are you okay?" Hes just fucking drooling looking like an idiot as his eyes burn through your skull. He thinks your so pretty bro im not joking around. That boy worships the ground you walk on. He's like─"Yes queen!!! Eat them up queen!!!" He will never get bored of staring.

・Broseph gets insecure :-( tell him u love him or so help me I will😠😠 I feel like he generally has bad self esteem issues deep down. He likes it when you kiss him and tell him he's handsome. He won't do "pretty" because it makes him feel less of a man. But you're just speaking your mind...he is pretty like... He still gets a lil grumpy and hostile but its okay just keep saying he's cool n stuff and he'll be right by you in no time with no avail!

・Big time intimidation game with the rest of your clique, he puffs his chest and stuff but never will that man act on a buff jock. He will definitely kick on Kirby though he don't gaf about that weenie.

・His clique loves you no lie, they think your sweet eye candy and your really nice and funny?? Johnny really hit the jackpot yknow. I wouldn't be joking if I said at least one of them tried seducing you or hitting you up which lead to Johnny demolishing their face against the wooden boards of the fence! Yikes!

・Love u so much... Like I already said this shit but that boy ooof, he's all over you all the time.

"Baby, Johnny!" You giggled as he kissed along your neck and collarbone, exposed by the cheer outfit you wore. He was so gentle but so eager, his lips dragging across your pretty skin so delicately. It was delicious, the pretty boy kissing all on you while you sat there, late for cheer practice, again. He trailed his kisses upwards, landing them up back to your plush lips. "You're so gorgeous sweetheart, makes my heart hurt." He muttered against your lips, leaning in for a another. You were warm all over, holding his face in your hands as you made out behind the school.

・I'm really just running out of things to say because this request seemed similar to the last one.

・Yes it took me fucking months to write this I'm a procrastinator level one hundred and I'm a fat lazy bum.

[str4ngr]

O M F G. Can you do the star gazing prompt with nagi?? I like star gazing AND sky gazing so much that if I got a lazy day, no work, I'm able to see the sky where I lie down? God that gives me more peace than anything else. No thoughts just the sky. Be it day or night but here, star gazing w nagi is gonna be just so good like imagine it's just you and him lying on the rooftop next to each other, holding hands or a little cuddle or reader laying on nagi's hands which he opened for reader. And his other hand folded behind his head. OH AND ALSO BLANKETS!! This could happen around new years eve or the new years night. Where like after the 12 am fireworks is done, they're still awake, lied down after it was over and are just star gazing rn? Something like that. And not much is spoken since the essence of star gazing is that it just pulls you in for a calm, serene moment. Ehehe sorry I let my imaginations run wild and it became this long but like yeah ─ star gazing w nagi if possible :D

ⓖⓛⓘⓣⓣⓔⓡ [ 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 ]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓; star gazing

cw: none, fluff, mutual pining, confession [japanese style], gn!reader.

New years was a beast when it came to celebration; just not for you and Nagi.

Above the room where you were supposed to be, you lay against the chilly roofing, your bodies beside one, his arm wrapped around you torso, a blanket covering your huddled figures as you wait.

"I didn't know minutes were so long."

Chuckling you turn to Nagi,

"Just try having some fun."

He glares at you as you snicker, turning his eyes back to the sky, his blue-light burned eyes focusing on the twinkling lights above his face. He squints, moving the hand from behind his head to point,

"I didn't know there were so many stars."

"It's probably because Blue Lock is so faraway from the city."

Your voices were barely murmurs, gently speaking as though the force of your breathes would blow away the delicate twinkling of the stars. You were close together, the cold air working like a wingman as your bodies moved closer, closer, and closer. His fingers curled around the sleeve of your sweater, pulling you tighter to his chest, your precipitating breathing mixing together.

Grey eyes stared into your features, not that you noticed, still quietly pointing and tracing the constellations. Beautiful. It was a word that spilled from his mind without restraint, unable to think of anything else as he watch the way your face flushed with each gentle draft of winter air. How your lips pursed, trying to keep them from getting too chapped. How your body felt so close to his as your moved your pointer finger from the stars, to the moon.

The moon.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He didn't need to think twice as the words left his lips, his silver eyes meeting yours, as they widened, in an anxious stare. Your lips parted, the cold air making vapor surround your face as you stared, overwhelmed. He laughed a little he couldn't help it, his hand reaching yours as he rolled closer to you, and the fireworks flew,

"Happy new years."

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rq: @sikuthealien this request genuinely made me tweak out but i love it. perfect for nagi omg. im gonna write more for nagi based off of just this rq because it's so cute.

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❅ 🅂🄽🄾🅆 & 🅂🄽🅄🄶🄶🄻🄴🅂 ❅

[preciadosbass]

28/7/14 [draft from yesterday]

woke up at 11:47 to my parents in my doorway. mum started putting stuff on my bed but i though it was just stuff of mine that id left around the house but it turned out she’d bought me some stuff which is really nice. she got me socks [because i only have one non-fluffy pair], slippers [because our dogs hair is everywhere and my pyjamas end up getting the hair all over the house, even after the place has been hoovered], and purple trainers [because beforehand i only had my converse + knee high converse, and they were both getting muddy and causing me blisters when i go on walks.] i feel extra bad about the argument we had last night now.

i was super tired and my eyes still felt like they were glued shut but i decided not to go back to sleep. i got a little anxious when i saw my ex bestfriend was sad so i sent him a message telling him that i’m here for him and stuff. i still care about him so much, even if we don’t talk anymore. i watched a mikey way complication and listened to a podcast with the way brothers on up until 1:20 when i had a nap [im lazy, i know]

i should mention, i had the weirdest dream. so excuse how bad this explanation is going to be. me and kellin [quinn] were both teens and we were at a restaurant. he had tacky plastic skates on and started doing backflips in them? and running on the spot and joking about being chased? it was such a strange dream to have, especially because i haven’t had one in ages. also, my dad was there for some reason lmaoo

i woke up at around 2 and stayed with boris until 3:20 before i had something to eat and started researching a few crime cases. id been thinking about reading a bit of my sylvia plath book but i got in another argument with my parents [not really with my dad] and practically went into sensory overload so i went in my room and scrolled through ed related things on reddit. although i just wanted to have a conversation with them.

my dad lets things go easier, but mum tends to start saying ‘maybe you’d be happy if i’m not here’ and stuff like that, which i have never and would never imply to her. it just makes me feel like shit, she acts like i’m not allowed to be mad. and i feel absolutely terrible writing this, especially because of the whole gift thing from earlier, and i know shes probably just stressed, and i love her, but nobody acknowledges that i am too. they never do, whatever i do seems to anger my mum. anyway, i spiralled writing this and i don’t wanna turn it into a complete vent post, so let’s carry on.

i carried on scrolling through reddit until like 8 where i went on a walk with all of my family [which we haven’t done in at least a year]. didn’t get off to a good start because the second i walked outside my sister dropped her phone on our rock driveway and smashed her phone to pieces.

she was arguing about paying for the damage up until we got to the park when she went back home with my dad. me and my mum carried on walking while we did would you rather because anything else was starting an argument. we ended up doing so right before we got home but at least i walked for an hour today, i wish it’d been more though. also at one point she asked me if i was questioning my gender like WHAT?? why didn’t i take the opportunity to tell her ffs.. when i got home i obviously said hi to boris and then scrolled on twitter for a bit.

one of my acquaintance’s [i call anyone my age that i know that, because i know people, but they’re not nice to me whatsoever, we don’t hang out, they bully me, i don’t consider them a friend etc] was being their usual self again. i try everything i can to politely escape them/avoid them but i just don’t know how. id feel bad cutting contact with no explanation but if i told them all the disgusting things they do they’d deny it. but i know i have to at some point, they’re such a bad person and i’m tired of putting up with them.

anyway, i feel like i seem like a bitch for not liking them, and the problem in every scenario i’ve written about today so let me know if anyone actually reads this and wants to know what makes her such a bad person. after seeing that i listened to some evanescence and i was just about to put on my fight club dvd i got from a bootsale a while ago when my dad said he was ready for me to ask questions about boris soon so i went up to their room.

we actually didn’t argue tonight because i was able to get on with it quite quickly so i did my teeth and said goodnight to boris around 3. he again started purring before id even started stroking him, he’s so precious. also went over my cals by like 60 today so that sucks

have a good day/night -_<

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

hawo! i saw ur post about the xreader thing and uh… i go by she/her, im a stem girlie if that helps, i like arts and volleyball, i used to game a lot but im trying to lessen it cuz its becoming a bad habit, i like reading and music too, and i bake/cook when im not feeling lazy or am particularly stressed about something, and i guess im pretty quiet? like, i come off as intimidating to a lot of people but im literally just generally anxious 😭 i get hyperfixated on random stuff and get distracted easily + find studying very very super hard and boring but am in honors somehow. i care a lot about my family but i have trouble forming connections outside of childhood friends and stuff, thats the gist of me. i would love headcanons with kageyama or kenma! (maybe both if ure generous? or sugawara or tsukki work too idk choosing a haikyuu fave is impossible)

Kageyama & Kenma x F!reader

warnings: none!

girl u are very relatable (anxious, easily distracted, hiperfixated, arts & stem people rise up) and im also very much a kageyama kinda guy lets be friends LMFAO /hj

gif credit: kenma & kageyama ; dividers credit

Kageyama Tobio:

oh my guy is also very much someone who gets very hyperfixated on stuff, chances are once u become close enough, both of you would start rambling/infodumping onto each other and would accidentally get into whatever the other one is hyperfixated on lmfao. like one day you'd come up to him and just ramble for 15 mins about some historical event and next day he would call you at 2am and go "GIRL THATS NOT EVEN THE FULL STORY GUESS WHAT I LEARNT ABOUT THAT" and viceversa.

since both of you are on the quieter side, chances are you might not speak every single day, but whenever you do speak, you could spend hours doing nothing but that. he's a very pleasant person to have long talks with and he would always be super interested in whatever you talk to him about

he's dumb as bricks when it comes to school stuff and struggles to study as much as you– but since you get good grades, he would come to you for help. which would lead to VERY chaotic but thoroughly enjoyable studying sessions lol.

he would always be so eager to play volleyball with you, regardless of how good you are. if you're on a lower level than him, he would tease you about it but also be very patient and explain everything to you a thousand times if need be (in his own way of course, which would probably include at least a few insults each time, but it's all in good nature)

he would very much enjoy just watching you draw/paint in silence or while listening to music. he finds it fascinating & very calming

he would go ABSOLUTELY WILD if you ever paint/draw a portrait of him. im talking like "weak to the knees, teary eyes & needs at least 1-5 business days to process it" type of emotional

Kozume Kenma:

oh girl he would be TERRIBLE for your gaming addiction lmfao

however!! if you are motivated enough to get better with that, you would probably try to get him to form healthier habits too and he would resist, but ultimately try to listen to you.

you would both probably spend hours straight just enjoying each other's company, not really talking that much, just doing your own thing (him gaming & you painting/reading etc)

he would be so shy whenever he includes you in streams and people say you two look cute together

whenever he's tired but still wants to spend time with you, he would love laying down with his head on your lap while you read for him and play with his hair

his way of showing affection would be to ask you to play his new fav videogame with him, or join him in streams, or send you playlists with music he thinks you would like

he would also play songs you like on the background of his treams and get fricking demonetized all the time because of it, but he still does it

he also tries to comission you to make his pfps/headers and pics for streams (he would get so shy and happy when you say that yes, boyfriend privileges include free drawings, indeed)

[bear-remn]

— ⋆✮ Deadly Eyes ✮⋆

n/t: hii, hope you enjoy even if its a little too short for my liking, but the next one is gonna be long asf, just wait for me cooking. and sorry if there are any mistakes on my writing.

tw: this chapter contains mention and use of drugs.

sinopsis: kirari finds in a complicated situation with shu and mako feels... different.

⋆༺ chapter three ༻⋆

kirari walked trough the hallways looking for shu, she remember him a little bit but not entirely, faces and names don't stick easily in her memory if she doesnt hear or see them constantly. she enter every room class and even the mens bathroom being very carefull nobody sees her.

she was anxious, in any minute her friend can call her so they can go, either way she didnt really care about coming back to the manor with shu, she could manage to make up an excuse. but at least kirari wanted to tell him and hope he didnt listen to her, that would be credible right?

every minute was a torture for kirari, she hates to search things, when she lost something she freak out easily, this time it was something new, looking for someone which face she cant quite remember. until she sees a familiar girl looking out the window and quickly kirari came up to her.

"hey... you" the girl turn her way and smiled instantly.

"omg hi, i see you didnt go with the sakamakis, they just left" so thats what she was looking out the window? a little too crazy for kirari, considering this girl crearly has a fascination with the sakamakis.

"yeah its ok, um... actually i was hoping you could help me" the girls eyes sparkled as kirari smiled with her best smile.

"what kind of help?" oh... kirari knew that tone.

"im looking for shu, im supposed to tell him something important before i go" kirari needed to be carefull, she already can tell that this crazy girl was obsessed with the sakamakis so giving to much information of what she does with them would totally become a big and annoying rumor, and she hates rumors.

"you dont know where to find him?"

"no... do you know perhaps?"

"i know some places he might be, but... now that you need my help" and there it comes "ill like something in exchange for my information, what can you give me in return?" kirari smiled, of course she wanted something, this girls was smart.

"what would you like?"

the girl crossed her arms and closed her eyes while thinking, until her face become a little blushed and opened her eyes excited.

"i dont have big preferences, im just asking for an object of a sakamaki who has interested me for some years by now"

"which... one?" the girl smiled and came closer to kirari.

"i want something that belongs to subaru, the youngest sakamaki, he is... the boy i have been in love since i got into this academy, i dont ask for much, even a pen would do it" the peticion take kirari off, she did not know that the girl was so intense, maybe it was something like a stalker or just a loyal an devoted followers of a boy with whom perhaps she has never spoken to.

"ok... i can do that for you"

"sweet, ill be expecting it by the next week" kirari sighed.

"as you wish... now, shu is where exactly?" the girl took some steps back and smiled wide.

"he can be in the library, the music room or the stairs from the building B, always sleeping in places with less noise" kirari felt relieved, by luck she knew all those places so her mind made a quick rute to look for the lazy guy.

"thanks, ill see you around then"

"good luck, and take care!"

kirari walked fast towards the stair the girl mentioned before, but she didnt see shu anywhere, so she quickly went to the music room, and for her bad luck, the lights didnt work so she just walked carfully into the room. she had never entered the room before, because it is under maintenance due to the malfunctioning of the lights, a huge piano catches her attention, kirari had never seen one before, because her life has been nothing but poor and simple. kirari's fingers touch the keys gently, until it reached the last key of the row, pressing a finger thus creating a loud, low sound, resonating in the room and giving her chills.

kirari was not sure if her excitement was about having a real instrument in front of her or just being surprised by the live sound of an instrument, as she has never heard live music, only through her cell phone or radio in her childhood. the idea of joining the music club passes through her head, perhaps she would enjoy it more than a chess club reiji suggested early.

"dont make noise... " she hears behind her a deep voice, new to her ears and jumps scares for the unexpected sentence. she turns back to barely notice the boy in the floor, confortably sleeping... or just resting.

"sorry... i did'nt see you" the piano had her attention so badly that she almost forgot what she was doing before, looking for the brother which face cant remember.

"dont care.." his voice was so indiferent and distant, like if he was sleep talking.

"you must be shu right?..." kirari got a little close, so she did'nt bother him by being loud. the blonde opend one eye and followed her body, slowly creating a strange tension and incredibly, kirari felt nervous for the look of someone in a way she never felt, her pulse accelerated and unconsciously her fingers played between them.

he is kinda... cute.

"yea.. now go away and let me sleep in peace" kirari nervousness died by that sentence, this dude was rude, unconsciously rude.

"actually..." she smiled trying to be nice "i need a little bit of your help, not entirely but a little".

"dont feel like helping you..." even if this boy was mean and rude she wasnt really angry, pretty privilege, or maybe she just wanted to get this deal finished as soon as possible.

"c'mon, i just need you to come back at the manor with me, i have to go..." she hesitated a little, telling him so many details migt not be a great idea "somewhere before... so reiji told me that i can go but i have to return with you" the silence was killing her, her anxiety was throught the roof.

"dont care what reiji wants"

ok... unexpected.

even if he didnt care about anything, everybody has a price.

"ok... i get that um... but i dont really ask for much, just to coordinate so we both arrive to the mansion at the same time, you dont have to come with me to..." what excuse can she tell him to not ask qestions? wait, he doesnt care "... meet a friend, i just want to get to the manor together, i really dont want beef with reiji, the dude is scary" the silence response was driving kirari crazy, she felt her phone buzz, maybe the guy was close to her location.

"whatever your saying has no appeal to me" the disinterest was making her nervous, besides feeling the vibrations of her cell phone in her pocket indicating a new message, her patience was not eternal. shu seems to be someone who only thinks of himself, he is not interested in helping or following someone's instrucsion and least his brother, what can she do to make someone like him listen?

oh, but he already have done this, she can make the same again, it wouldnt hurt, right?

"you know what? if you help me on this, i will do something for you as well, anything you want i'll do it so please... will you?" she hated begging but if it's the only way, plus she doesn't mind leaving her pride aside, it wouldn't be the first time either. clearly the offer caught shu's attention, who opened one eyes and a small smirk appeared on his face, the only thing kirari expected was that he would not ask her for any favor out of her personal bounds, nothing sexual, nothing that could hurt her or get her into potential trouble. outside of those conditions, she has no problem.

"anything... you say?" maybe it was the tone shu spoke in just now, but he didn't look like someone asking her for something questionable, maybe cooking for him or do some homework for him, her pulse calmed down for it.

"yes"

"alright" kirari felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, she sighed throwing her head back in relief.

"thanks, ill come back to meet you at the enter of the school in an hour ok?" the vibration along with a buzzing sound comes from her pocket, indicating a message, kirari quickly took it out of her bag and saw that the car was already on its way, which would not take more than ten minutes to arrive. instinctively kirari takes one of the strands of her hair and puts it on her lips, as if she were hiding from the screen, shu watch kirari's body language, noticing how her foot moves nervously and her eyebrows furrow under the little light of her phone.

his blue eyes ran over her anatomy, analyzing why so much nervousness to see a friend, was it her boyfriend? a dangerous group? Perhaps she was being harassed and should meet with this group to settle accounts? many possibilities flashed through shu's mind, and a plan to get to it.

shu didnt responded, just noded and closed his eyes.

kirari smiles uncomfortably at shu and turns to leave, as he leaves the music room, shu takes out his cell phone and sends a message "we need to talk, and you must explain".

...

kirari rushes through the hallways until reach the exit, good luck to her, the car still did not arrive. she pulls out her phone to check if she got any messages, but on the screen there is no notification. kirari sighs anxiously and hugs herself feeling the night breeze, looks around by inertia and see a boy lying on a bench, she does not pay attention to him but when kirari realizes it, a shiver runs through her body. Then approaches the bench and sees Shu, lying comfortably while listening to music.

how did he..? just how?.. kirari wonders.

"what? how did you get here so quickly?"

the blond just settles down and moves his head to see her, his cold gaze doesn't convey anything to kirari, who can't help but think that shu is just bothering her, the reason, no idea.

"you're slow"

oh, maybe kirari knew what he was doing, maybe her anxiety was getting these ideas into her head, but what if he was really following her? But why? They have never spoken before, and for him to behave in this way only makes his mind complex. even if he was actually following her, what did he get out of all this? and following her? for what?

"damn, ok" kirari wouldn't take the matter too seriously, imagining the worst scenarios wouldn't get her anywhere.

her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing on her pocket, an incoming call. took a few steps so that Shu wouldn't hear her call, just in case.

"hi? yeah im outside... ok ill wait, youre not gonna charge me for the ride is init?" she joked.

but a vampire's ear is like no other.

shu found strange the complicity with which Kirari spoke on the call, despite her calm tone, she did not stop moving restlessly, the discomfort and nervousness were visible.

"I'll see you then, byebye"

After a while the car arrives, Kirari rushes to open the door and leave, hoping that Shu does not see her or approach but great was her surprise to see how he opened the back door first, Kirari and Shu looked at each other, a strange look for Kirari, Shu's expressionlessness surprised her and she could not understand his intentions, Shu gets into the car and in order not to cause any confusion for the driver in front, he played along, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"woah, whos your friend baby?" the man turned around in the driver's seat to watch kirari get in, looking at Shu and Kirari confused but with a smile. for him, kirari is always a pleasure to watch.

"something like my new.. friend" despite her sending accusatory glances at Shu, which was only staring at her with a cold look "apparently hes coming with me"

the driver nodded and smiled happily, began to drive while occasionally looking in the rearview mirror.

"its nice to meet your friends, he is into this?"

but of course, Kirari knew that if Shu came with her it would seem as if she was taking a new client to the boss, and worse, Shu would find out what Kirari does, although if he knows, wouldn't know much if he would do something. Maybe he'd tell everyone and they'd force her to leave it as a condition of living in the mansion, but she really hates living on the streets. The mansion is a comfortable place that caters to all her needs. It's better, just in case, that Shu doesn't know anything for the moment, keep him out of this.

"no! he is not!" the most convenient thing is to leave him out, even for the driver, it would only be more problematic for her.

"oh, just a little company then, thats alrigth"

luckily for kirari, the driver didn't ask any more questions, however she was still uneasy about shu's presence, trying to beckon him to tell her something, with his eyes or with his hands, a minimal explanation of why he is here, but Shu just ignores her and turns to look out the window for the rest of the ride.

"we are here, I'll wait for you two here" kirari saw how Shu was ready to get out of the car, but she knew that maybe he wouldn't get out if she clarified it out loud, just like before, when she said that he wasn't involved in this, shu doesn't have to go inside with her.

"my friend will stay here, ill be right back" kirari smiles at the driver and Shu, pretending that the situation was natural, but the murderous glanze Shu gave her just confirms it, he wouldn't do anything if she said it out loud, it would only raise suspicion of his presence there.

Kirari gets out of the car and approaches the door of the house, which had locks on the windows, as soon as her fist hits the door you can hear the barking of the familiar dogs, then looked at the car while waiting for the door, shu looked at her, those blue eyes were something she couldn't stand, like two blades cutting through her body, kirari had never felt that kind of look before. but didn't think much of it and the door opened, revealing a well-dressed man with a large scar on his eye.

...

kirari enters the room and closes the door behind her, still holding the cold knob in her hand as she looks at the man sitting in the chair of a large desk, a joint on one hand and his dark eyes looking at her anatomy.

"hi gorgeous, long time no see" the man stands up, he was not an unpleasant man, he was rather quite handsome, of course, kirari does not see the outward beauty in this man, she knows how wicked this man can be. he reached out to hug her, burying his face in her hair and caressing her back with his big hands.

"hey... how you doing?" hiding her discomfort, she returned the hug and smiled falsely.

"good as always..." he moved away from the hug and looked at her, caressed her face and smiled at her"...want the usual?" he finally separated from her.

"yes, what do you have at the moment?" the man walked to his desk and from a locked drawer he takes out three bags.

"well, since you called i went to get your favorite, fentanilo, and i have some new stuff for you, if you want to try something new" even if the offer was tempting, I didn't want to be beholden to him.

"ill be good with my usual" she was about to take her bag, but a big hand take it firts.

"are you sure? its on the house" at this moment she wished to have someone else selling to her, because the tone and look that the man gave her did nothing but make her anxious.

"i know what on the house means you know"

"that's just a little tip"

"i think im good with my usual"

"you know the price"

"this time..." kirari takes out of her bag some money and put's it in the table "... i'll pay, normally"

the discontent in her face was pasmable, clearly not liking the idea that her obsession with her was being hindered, and much less formal legal, or well, clean.

"whatever you say"

...

Mako was walking through the halls of the mansion, since she knew that they were all vampires she has been more depressed, but in her head everything fit, was her convent involved in this? or was it just a coincidence? I hated to think that she intentionally came to this place, and worse, to die. Then she would try to connect someone from her convent but for now, she preferred to keep a low profile, Reiji called her to her room a while ago, she just hoped that it would not be like ayato. mako reach the door and knock softly.

"come in" when the door opened, Mako thought about whether to enter or not, but Reiji's sharp gaze forced her to enter, despite being Ayato's brother, their gazes were so different, like if they werent brothers at all.

"why did you call me here?" Mako closed the door behind her and kept her distance from Reiji, who was just looking at her sitting on an armchair with a cup of tea in her hands.

"come closer" Reiji put his cup aside and took off his glasses to leave them on the table as well, mako wondered if he really needed those glasses to see better.

Even if Mako didn't want to move, something was driving her to move, she didn't know if it was Reiji's influence or something inside her.

"ayato has played with you enough dont you think?" Something in the tone in which he said that phrase just now, sounded like a mockery.

"i have no choice" Mako didn't understand Reiji's expression, it's as if being a vampire had a different way of expressing than humans, she didn't know if she was afraid or intrigued.

"but you do" Was this a vile game on Reiji's part? or was he trying to help her in some way?

"what do you mean?"

a sly grind appear in reiji face, like if was trying to... flirt?

"you can choose one of us" the way Mako's jaw opened almost dropping to the floor was impressive, what kind of information is it?, like a game? What did Reiji mean by this? so many questions were overshadowed by surprise.

"w-w-haaat? excuse me?" It's hot all of a sudden, isn't it? mako thought.

"you see, being a bride its completly different than being just... food" In Mako's mind everything sounded very contradictory, like a trick "in this case, you must choose one of us to make a good match"

"wait wait, why are you even saying this to me?" maybe it was the way Reiji looked at her, with his sharp eyes that penetrate the depths of her soul, in how that same look made her feel naked despite wearing clothes that covered almost her entire body, her skin burns from just those eyes, not knowing if it was because of her nature as a vampire or it was something darker "is this suppose to make me feel safe? in peace?" this was definitely a bad joke.

"I only imagined that this information could be of use to you" Reiji got up from his seat and walked until he was close to Mako, the only thing he wanted was to get away but as if it were magic, the air itself did not let her take a step back.

"i dont care" this must be some kind of joke, to fool her, maybe, to play with her, but even worse, she must be the one who chooses who will end her life, who will finish draining the blood from her body completely, in other words, she would choose who would be her executioner "i will not be part of this, i dont care what this is for you, but for me... its death" again that feeling, a palpable anguish that he could not understand, the mere thought that his death could easily be tomorrow, gave him a bad taste in his mouth and squeezed his stomach, it was a strange emptiness that he could not know where he was, in what part of his body, as if her body was incomplete.

"i had my exprectations much high on you" quickly, reiji pushed her to the ground and climbed on top of her, cornered, unable to move for some reason, it wasn't the first time she felt this power over her, reiji could move mako at her convenience. she was terrified of not knowing for sure what it was that scared her, the fact that it looked like she was about to be bitten, or the fact that this place was her death cage.

mako on that one exact moment.

[doubledyke]

Which are your Top 5 EddEddy best (ie. ''gayer'') moments? The moments where they are the most ''explicit''?

(For me, it's are the ending of Little Momma Ed, the beginning of True or Ed, the beginning of Tinker Ed, the ''wife'' moment in The Dawn of the Eds, and the totality of BPS).

those are good moments for sure

most of my favorite "eddeddy" moments aren't necessarily overtly shippy or super fruity. i enjoy getting a look at their dynamic mainly. i.e. moments that show how close or comfortable they are with each other.

one of my very favorite moments is in 'thick as an ed' when edd is losing his ever loving mind about the cheese and eddy has to tell him, "quit yellin in my earrrrr" lol. i just love the line delivery, it's so casual and realistic to how close friends would talk to each other. fave fave fave, love it.

there are a couple times throughout the series where one of them will say something along the lines of "don't leave me here" (usually edd). it's cute i dunno. oooh or " i hate when you do that" choice 👌

i enjoy episodes like 'a glass of warm ed' and 'the day the ed stood still', where edd and eddy are chasing after ed, trying to stop/clean up after his antics or figure out what's wrong with him, etc. there are several episodes like that, and i enjoy seeing them interact with each other one on one. edd's anxious hand wringing juxtaposed with eddy's irreverent cackling is very fun.

there are also lines like eddy's "WHY DO YOU ENCOURAGE HIM?!" that make them sound like divorced parents trying to come together for the sake of their kid (ed). people say it all the time because it's true, they really do act like an old married couple.

then the more subtle things, like how edd never laughs at eddy's misfortune. at least never in front of the other kids. the way he defends him (impersonating the principal for example), and covers for him. eddy doesn't exactly return the favor other than in 'tag yer ed', but he has a soft spot for edd- as soft a spot as someone like eddy can have. the fact that he let edd take his bed and read him a "bedtime story" at the end of 'momma's little ed'... pretty cute pretty gay.

i could probably go on but my laptop is about to die and im too lazy to get my charger so im gonna leave it here, but thanks for asking!

[goldenempyrean]

hii!! so I’m sick and your fics are the best, could you maybe write some WandaNat taking care of a sick reader with the prompts “You need to stop worrying about me.”, “Somebody’s certainly sneezy today.” and “I thought you said that you were feeling better?” pretty please?? 🥹

Sniffles And The Seaside

〚 Notes - Heyyy Flo, Hopefully you're feeling by now! I finally got round to doing your request and I thought It’d be the perfect start to the new AU! Im so sorry this took so long, hopefully you enjoy! Feel free to request anything for this AU!〛

〚 Pairing- WandaNat x Reader, Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop 〛

〚 Summary - The day of your trip had finally come and you were beyond excited. But maybe all that excitement had worn you down a little because truthfully, you weren’t exactly feeling your best - but there’s no way you were about to let that disrupt your vacation. 〛

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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧.

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You woke up with a jolt, your eyes blinking open as the sunlight streamed in through the window. Today was the day - the day you had been eagerly awaiting for weeks. You were finally going to the beach house with both your girlfriends and your two best friends, Kate and Yelena. You couldn't wait to feel the warm sand between your toes, hear the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and spend lazy afternoons lounging in the sun. 

As you stretched your arms and sat up in bed, a feeling of excitement bubbled up inside of you. You quickly got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, eager to get ready for the day ahead. But as you washed your face and looked in the mirror, you noticed something was off. You looked pale and now that you thought about it, your throat was hurting. Whatever! It’s probably nothing you thought as you picked up your toothbrush to begin brushing them. It was just as you’d turned off the tap and finished up that you felt your nose tickle sharply and you barely had time to duck your head into your elbow as you sneezed...twice...trice...quadru- Nope, you lost that one. 

You groaned to yourself sniffling thickly as you went to grab some tissues from the box andit was then that you registered the all-too familiar feeling of congestion beginning to settle in your sinuses.  

“Bless you!” Wanda’s distinct voice called out from somewhere in the house. You were about to call out a thanks when you came to a dreadful realisation. If your girlfriends knew you were sick, there was no way they’d agree to take you on the trip. If it was just you missing out, then maybe you’d consider it but you knew them both. Nat and Wanda would be instant on staying home in turn, doing themselves out of their much-deserved holiday too 

You let out a sigh, feeling torn. You didn't want to ruin everyone's plans, but you also didn't want to miss out on the trip. But eventually you decided to just take some paracetamol and hope for the best. You weren’t going to ruin this trip. 

  As you made your way to the kitchen to grab some medication, you couldn't help but feel a little anxious about hiding your illness from your girlfriends. You knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but you also didn't want to disappoint them. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that it was just a cold, and that it would hopefully pass quickly. 

“Goodmorning baby,” Nat smiled widely, entering the kitchen just after you’d finished swallowing your dose of paracetamol, “How did my princess sleep?” 

You smiled, feeling her strong arms enfold you as she hummed, “I slept well. Is everything packed?” You asked as Wanda strolled into the kitchen, jingling the car keys happily. 

"Yep, everything's pretty much ready to go," Wanda replied, a big grin on her face. "Are you guys excited?" 

You nodded eagerly, trying to hide the fact that your throat was starting to feel even worse. "Definitely! When are we setting off?” 

“Nu-uh, not so fast.” Natasha tutted, as she finished plating up some food, “Breakfast, my loves. Sit and eat please. I made pancakes.” 

“Oh baby, this looks amazing.” Wanda cooed, as she kissed Nat’s cheek. 

You forced a smile and sat down at the table, trying your best to enjoy the pancakes despite your worsening symptoms. You tried to join in the conversation, but your voice was starting to sound scratchy and hoarse. You cleared your throat and took a sip of water, hoping no one would notice. It was hard to eat and you tried your best to force in a few mouthfuls but eventually you found yourself just picking at the food in front of you.  

“You alright there baby?” Wanda asked as she finished off her plate, “You’ve barely touched your food. What’s up princess?”  

You shrugged, already feeling bad that they’d caught on, “I’m alright, just not really feeling breakfast today.” 

“How come you’re not hungry baby? Normally you can't get enough of my berries and pancakes.” Nat asked, her hand coming to cup your cheek as she kissed your lips softly. 

“I don't know, I’m just not very hungry this morning,” You fibbed, kissing her back tentatively. Of course, you knew the reason why you had no appetite but you weren’t about to tell them that.  

Nat and Wanda exchanged a knowing look, but didn't press the issue any further. They knew you well enough to sense when something was off, but they also respected your boundaries. Instead, they finished up their breakfast and started to gather their things. You helped out as best as you could, but soon you found yourself feeling more and more fatigued. 

You were almost ready to go. Natasha had just gone out to put her bags in the car when Wanda turned to you and casually asked “You feeling okay again now?” She was just finishing straightening up the living room - she didn’t like coming home to a messy house, “You said you felt off yesterday, remember?” 

“Oh,” You cursed mentally for forgetting about yesterday’s complaints, “Yeah I’m okay now, I think it might’ve just been because I was tired.” You shot her a quick thumbs up before quickly scooting off to go get your finals bags. 

By the time everyone was finally packed and ready to go, you were feeling absolutely miserable. Your throat was throbbing, your nose was blocked, and your head felt like it was splitting in two.  

As you got into the car, you couldn't help but feel worse. Your head was pounding and your throat felt like sandpaper. You tried your best to hide your discomfort, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. You watched as Nat and Wanda chatted away happily, excited for the trip ahead. You smiled and nodded along, but your mind was elsewhere, focused on the growing pain in your body but as soon as the engine started to rev, you let out a coughing fit, painfully muffled into your hoodie, 

“Baby, are you okay?” Wanda asked, turning around in her seat to look back at you. Her and Nat had both decided to sit up front, until you’d picked up both Yelena and Kate. 

You nodded, even though you felt far from okay. “Yeah, just a little tickle in my throat.” 

“You want me to put the AC on? You’re looking a bit flushed back there baby.” Nat asked as she looked into the back mirror to see your slightly red cheeks. 

“It is a bit hot back here.” 

“Okay I’ll turn it on for you then love.” 

Even though the journey over to Yelena’s apartment was relatively short, it felt like hours had passed, you’d spent most of it in a daze, your body feeling heavy and lethargic. You tried your best to participate in the conversation, but it was hard to focus when all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep. 

It was only as you saw the figures of your two excited friends rushing towards the car with your bags, you forced yourself to visibly perk up a little, mentally preparing yourself for the loudness they would ineviatively bring with them. 

“Hi guys!” Yelena’s chirpy voice cheered as she opened the boot of the car, helping Kate stack their bags inside. 

You mustered a smile and greeted them back, trying your best to act normal and not give away how terrible you felt.  

“Hi guys!” Wanda grinned, as both she and Nat got out of the car, letting the two girls take the front seats before climbing in beside you. 

You felt a sudden tickle in your nose, and before you could even duck your head fully into your elbow you let out a loud sneeze. "Excuse me," you muttered, feeling embarrassed as you rubbed at your nose with the back of the wrist 

"It's alright, bless you!" Kate said, turning around to smile at you whilst Wanda murmured a soft ‘bless you’ too. 

"Are you feeling alright?" Yelena asked, looking at her sister with a questioning look. The redhead bit her lip as she looked down at you. 

“You sure you’re okay sweetheart?” She whispered as Kate started the car and began driving, “You’ve seemed off all day. You can talk to us y’know.” 

The rest of the drive was a blur. You couldn't concentrate on anything other than the pressure building in your head and the tickle in your throat that had now turned into a constant cough.  

You could barely keep your eyes open, and the sound of their chatter slowly faded into the background. You were vaguely aware of Nat passing you a bottle of water and telling you to drink it, but even the simple act of drinking felt like too much effort. 

You tried your best to muffle your itching, repetitive sneezes, not wanting to ruin the excited chatter of your friends, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Eventually you settled for leaning your heavy head against Wanda’s shoulder, the vibrating of the travelling car slowly lulling your tired body to sleep. 

When you woke up, the car had come to a stop. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times, trying to focus on your surroundings. It took you a moment to realize that you were in front of the cabin that you were going to spend the next few weeks in. 

"Hey sleepyhead," Nat said, gently rubbing your arm as she unbuckled your seatbelt, "We're here." 

You yawned and stretched your limbs, feeling your body ache all over. You tried to sit up, but your head spun and your throat felt even worse than before. 

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, placing a hand on your forehead to check for a fever. "You feel a little warm." 

"I'm fine," you said, trying to shrug off her concern. "Just a little tired." 

But the truth was that you were far from fine. Your body was screaming for rest and it didn’t help that you had to constantly sniffle at your running nose. Not the mention the constant annoying feeling like you were going too- 

“Heh...Hehtshoo!” 

You couldn't hold back the sneeze that had been building up, and it came out loud and forceful. You felt your nose tickle even more, and you knew that there would be more to come. 

"Let's get inside and settled," Yelena said, grabbing her bags and heading towards the cabin. "I want to explore this place!" 

The others followed her, but you hung back for a moment, feeling the need to sneeze again. You let out another loud sneeze, feeling your nose run even more. 

"Come on, love," Wanda said, taking your hand and leading you towards the cabin. "We'll get you some tissues. Then we’re going to have a little chat about how you’re really feeling okay? Me and Nat both know you’re not okay.” 

You nodded weakly, grateful for her support. You stumbled inside the cabin, feeling your body grow weaker with each step. Your head was pounding, and your nose was running like a faucet. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt so miserable. 

Both Nat and Wanda led you to the room you’d be sharing, where you collapsed in a heap. Natasha quickly went to grab a box of tissues from the attached bathroom and handed them to you, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back. 

“Now when were you going to tell us that you weren’t feeling well my love?” Wanda muttered softly as you looked back up at her through glassy, tired eyes, “I thought you said you were feeling better.” 

You tried to form words, but your throat was too sore to speak properly. You settled for shaking your head and leaning into Wanda's comforting embrace. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered hoarsely. "I didn't want to ruin the trip." 

"You haven't ruined anything," Nat said firmly. "We're just worried about you." 

Wanda nodded in agreement, "We're here to take care of you, my love. So let us do that, okay?" 

You nodded weakly, feeling a surge of gratitude for your friends. You blew your nose loudly into the tissue, feeling slightly embarrassed at your constant sniffles and sneezes. 

"We're going to take care of you," Wanda repeated, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Just rest now, okay? We'll make some soup and tea for you later." 

You closed your eyes, feeling their hands on your back and their soothing words in your ears. Despite the throbbing pain in your head and the constant need to sneeze, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You were lucky to have such caring girlfriends. 

Natasha stayed by your side, keeping a watchful eye on you as you drifted in and out of sleep. Wanda went to the kitchen to make some hot soup, and you could smell the comforting aroma wafting in from the other room. 

You woke up to Wanda holding out a bowl of soup, and you gratefully accepted it, sipping the warm liquid slowly. The hot broth and steam helped to clear your stuffy nose, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. 

"You should eat some more, my love," Wanda said, holding out a spoonful of soup. "You need to keep your strength up." 

You nodded, taking another spoonful of soup. You felt a sense of warmth spread through your body as you ate, and you were grateful for the comfort of the soup. 

"Thank you," you said softly, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. "I'm sorry I ruined the trip." 

“You didn’t ruin anything.” The new voice of Kate came from the doorway, she was stood beside Yelena holding a small plastic carrier bag. 

“Me and Miss Katie Bishop went to the pharmacy, grabbed you some stuff to make you feel better,” The blonde girl smiled, as she held out the bag, letting Wanda take it from her, “Oh and if you’re feeling better in a little bit, maybe we could all head down to the beach. Some fresh air and sun might make you feel better, the back of the cabin literally leads straight onto the sand, it's gorgeous.” 

You smiled weakly at Yelena’s suggestion, feeling grateful for her kindness. You knew that the beach would be a beautiful and calming place, and you longed to feel the sun on your skin. 

"Thanks, you too," you said softly, taking the bag from Wanda and peeking inside. You saw that there were cold and flu medications, cough drops, and tissues inside, and you felt a sense of relief knowing that you had some medicine to help ease your symptoms. 

"I think the beach sounds like a great idea," Wanda said, smiling at you. "But only if you're feeling up to it, my love." 

You nodded, feeling a small surge of energy at the thought of going outside. You finished your soup and wiped your mouth with a tissue, feeling slightly better than before. 

"I'll try," you said, feeling grateful for their support. "Thank you, everyone." 

The group of friends helped you get dressed in warm clothes and bundled you up with blankets before heading out to the beach. The sand was cool under your feet, and the sun felt warm on your face. You lay down on a blanket, feeling the soft breeze ruffle your hair. 

Natasha and Yelena started to build a sandcastle, while Kate and Wanda sat beside you, talking softly. You felt at peace, surrounded by their love and care. 

"I'm so lucky to have you all," you said softly, feeling tears prick at your eyes. 

"We're lucky to have you," Wanda said, smiling at you. "You're the glue that keeps us all together." 

You smiled weakly, feeling grateful for her words. Despite feeling so sick, you knew that you were surrounded by love and support, and that was all that mattered. 

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[uroboros-if]

id like to ask about some general in lore things for uroboros, since im currently hyperfixating on it and i NEEED to perfect my oc for it. my main question is, like, theyre kind of outcasted and look down upon by most deities, right? do you think there would be any of that with their fathers? of course not as bad, but maybe just like. some internal conflict, or even the slightest bit of disappointment in their child? or are they fully supportive, if just a bit confused

AND ALSO, this one is purely for design purposes: how strict is the modesty of the gods? i know most of them wear robes, but do some gods dress like the greek gods (artistic nudity, lesser clothing, ect), for example? or would that be looked down upon?

I know bad hyperfixations get, so I have to answer this one!

I answered something similar previously but I am lazy to look back, but to reiterate and add on to it: they are completely supportive.

First, let's remember that the main reason other deities see MC as inferior is because they do not know what they are meant for. This is usually revealed during their emergence, but for them, it is not so clear. Not being able to wield immense power is only a symptom of their meaninglessness, not the source of resentment. If MC serves no purpose, they do not contribute meaningfully to the world—the sole reason for existence for deities.

Rafaele is concerned for MC. While he accepts that MC may never have their meaning reveal themselves, he believes there is a possibility they have not yet discovered it. He hopes that it will make itself known one day! However, he is content for them to simply exist. He does not actively seek to know it.

Nero, on the other hand, rejects this idea for meaning. No being, not even gods, need a reason for existence. The Chaotic Universe itself is proof of that. If you can remain with him and Rafaele to enjoy the world they have crafted together, he doesn't need more. Having you play a hand in it would simply be a bonus, which he feels you do already in tremendous ways that others cannot see.

So, too long didn't read, they have no internal conflict about it!

As for modesty, there is no real requirement. Some of the second-generation gods like to show more skin! It is only the first generation of gods who prefer to robe themselves conservatively. Nudity is not inherently taboo among deities.

Ohh! I do allow anxious MCs to exist already, but for them to fear being an experiment would be very interesting! I will definitely have to consider it.

Salvatore's own thoughts on MC is... complicated.

Anyway, I hope this is all useful to you! Thanks for sending an ask, Anon!! <3

[echoesofadream]

is adhd medicine (concerta) supposed to make me feel like this

-all the ways which when it comes to function, I am more, and all the ways I am not I am less

- i do things super fast, everything is a hurry .I get things done but a most of them are bullshit like tumblr blogging or checking every internet chronic kpop fan fomo outlet there is .

-I cant do something that isnt top priority in the world because I cant relax enough to do that. its better to sit on the floor and be in prepared mode instead of reading or painting or anything like that

-i have never been on speed but I would assume it feels like this based of the name

-I feel like I can do anything! except read a single page of text of course. thats literally impossible

-everything is on fire I need to put the fire out. right now. first though. where is it

-cant do anything that doesnt give instant gratification (what I mean by adhd medicine induced adhd)

-did I mention that Im quick. and super active. wait the h in adhd stands for hyperactivity....this is wrong...I do this and this and this and this and this and STOP. IM STUCK:

-incredibly hard to move out of situation when im stuck in it. like i could be doing ANYTHING and im like. I cant stop. doing this. whatever it is. I cant move on. this is a familiar feeling that everyone has including me before medicine but now it's like. so much worse. you know the feeling when you cant get out of bed. or youre in the couch and too lazy to get ready for bed. this is like that but dream (nightmares when you cant move) level of lethargy. its like im sitting at the kitchen table. I just got home. but then it's been three hours. and Im still sitting there doing whatever im doing. it's like. so bad. im like. I need to shower. okay this has been sort of an obstacle for me sometimes. but now it's like. shower. I need to shower. hours pass. I havent showered. maybe I just wont shower today. this dysfunction is making me realize how functional I can be in some areas of daily life actually.

-^above would be good if I was working a busy job when things happened all at once. and I had to get things done and not get distracted. but im literally an unemployed uni dropout. im trying to increase my level of focus. im trying to learn how to be in the present and breathe and be less anxious. this medicine is doing the absolute opposite for me. I started this medication because I want to be able to study but how is this supposed to help be in any area in life except like working at the ER or if my job is just answering emails and that kind of thing. all I can do right now is make posts, talk during movies (never been a me thing im very serious about silence during film watching), have a stomach ache and too fast heartbeat, actually work on a novel instead of creating a document that I abandon after the first and only time I write on it, be anxious, eat hot chip and lie

Help??`????????