#cause on one hand I feel so much happier every single day and it's so nice

[silawastaken]

(little void rant post so ignore if it could be potentially triggering or negatively impact your day :3)

perfectly mentally healthy until That One Person messages in a groupchat but not in response to my messages, or messages the groupchat but not responding to my dms (something that is perfectly acceptable to do and I also do at times but also. why. did i do something??? being annoying??? like DAMN I'll stop texting you)

[moon7jay]

Okay- I kinda need you to elaborate more on Jay wanting to have a chubby girlfriend cause HNGGGG I LOVE THAT THOUGHG SO MUCH! Please 🙏🥺

ofc anon<33

You would literally be his comfort person. everytime he's stressed he needs your body close to grope and feel. Especially your boobs. Expect them to be used as de stressing balls :>

loves to spoil u with dresses. He knows your exact measurements without ever measuring u and that's something u love about him , he just knows things about u and ur body without explicit explanation.

"fucked u so many times, got u measured with the span of my palms"

Almost always ends up fucking u in the changing room of the stores he takes u to cuz you're just too hot to resist, the way the dress looks on your curves has him straining in his pants

The type to say "you're my warm up weight baby" when u try to talk your way out of sitting on his lap or face. Manhandles u in all sorts of positions to prove his point

Obsessed with smacking your ample curves. Just expect to be smacked and groped everytime u pass by him or are in his vicinity. Smirks shamelessly when u glare at him looking adorable as fuck (his words not mine)

Also expect to get scolded if u ever bring up ur insecurities cuz he's not having it.

"You're just a little more for me to fuck, in all the right places, it drives me fucking crazy"

The type to squeeze and kiss your tummy while fucking u, just loves groping your soft flesh so much. It gets him hot and heavy in his pants at the sweet noises u make for him everytime he touches and gropes u like a pervert. He IS a pervert. Asks u to squeeze your boobs together and show him when he's away from u and wants to jerk off. Has pictures saved of your sinful body for the sole purpose of rutting into his hands like a horndog at the single thought of you.

The type to STARE. And not just stare stare, he OGLES. fucking u with his eyes before he's pressing himself against your naked body, fucking into u with his throbbing dick. You'd be lying on your stomach, reading your book when suddenly u would look up and catch your boyfriend blatantly checking you out. Just staring shamelessly. You grab a pillow and throw it at him "JAY!"

loves fucking your boobs. Expect a lot of boob fucking cuz he just can't get enough of how hot the sight is.

Also the type to nibble on your body. Like nibble. Ppl are worried about hickies on neck, you on the other hand have to worry about the purple love bites all over your body. Most days u look like u have been mauled by an animal. U suppose it is true cuz jay's nothing short of an animal when it comes to u in bed. Just biting and sucking every inch of your exposed flesh that is within his reach.

He NEVER fucks u with clothes on. NEVER. He needs to be pressed skin to skin against u, flesh rubbing against flesh is a must for him for him to be satisfied. Needs your naked soft body rubbing against his own, needs it more than he needs air. That's why loves shower sex. Just wet and naked lust, steamy sex fogging up the glass doors, hot slippery bodies gliding against each other, chasing carnal pleasure.

LOVES munching on your cheeks, biting and nibbling on them randomly. Especially during make outs, thinks you're adorable as fuck and it makes him want to eat u more. Does eat u literally. Tongue buried in your pussy, head buried between your thick thighs, fingers kneading your ass while he's at it

"so adorably pretty ,makes me wanna take a bite out of u baby"

Never stops complimenting u. Never stops reminding u that you're his everything. Doesn't ever let u go on diets

"I don't wanna lose even a little bit of u"

Also please let him cook for u, nothing makes him more happier than cooking for u. he is so in love with u, he would give u the world if u just asked for it.

a/n: I'm so mad there's only one Jay in this world like how is that fair

[sinnomel]

Absolutely Peachy

Pairing: Gale x f!Tav

Summary: Tav and Gale's conversation after Elminster's visit goes great. Slight angst but it ends cute imo.

A/N: First post breaking my very long writing hiatus to write about Gale because there aren't enough fics. Let me know if you'd like more one shots cause I think the world needs more Gale ( ´ ▿ ` ) - Sin

There was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Tav for the surprise encounter with Elminster. She was hoping that she could meet the esteemed wizard under happier circumstances, perhaps when this damned tadpole was out from between her eyes, attempting to command the helm that is her brain. 

The wise old man was jolly at first, introducing himself to the rest of the group, reprimanding Gale for his lack of decorum and grace. Tav thought nothing of it, inviting the elder to their camp, despite Gale’s scowl, awaiting for Elminster’s true reason for appearing before them in the shadow lands.

However, after the food and wine, Elminster’s visage seemed less friendly, less warm. His words were cold, concise, and fatal. Gale was to gain Mystra’s forgiveness on one condition - he was to essentially explode, destroying the curse within him and everything in a large surrounding area. It could rid them of the Absolute, of course. It could bring death to a lot of people if he decided to do this in or near Baldur’s Gate. Usually, this would be a decision that the group would push past, finding the cure for the tadpoles being their priority as the clock was ticking on them becoming mindflayers. However, this revelation had Tav’s heart sinking to the ground below her. 

Tav had become particularly close to Gale, finding her feeling solidified after spending time with him in between camping and the battlefield. A complete accident on her part. There was something charming about the man’s rants, how his eyes lit up explaining the Weave, talking about his cat and how he would spend his days rummaging through the literature that covered the walls of his tower in Waterdeep. Tav never intended to fall for Gale, yet here she was. 

It was clear as day what her thoughts on the matter were, as Gale had asked if everything was alright once Elminster and everyone else had retired to their respective tents and bedrolls. Tav was beside herself, “Am I alright? Absolutely peachy Gale.” Gale’s eyes held a hint of sadness as she continued. “I’m definitely alright. I’m wonderful knowing that Mystra herself has offered you forgiveness but only under the guise of the afterlife,” she spat. “Tav. I understand your frustration. Trust me, I too am frustrated with Mystra. But I can no longer satiate the hunger of the Orb that rests inside of me. There is nothing that I can do. This is my fate,” he explained, his hand twitching, as if involuntarily reaching out for her hand but stopping himself because she’s upset. He can only assume that his touch would only lead to more anger and hurt. If only he knew how much Tav yearned for his touch, how much she would fantasize it under the stars, sometimes without her knowing how she got to that topic of thinking.

“Since when have we ever listened to fate?” Tav asked, her gaze off towards the right where the water seemed to stand still and the only sound accompanying them was the soft crackle of the makeshift fire off towards the center of camp. “We have tadpoles that threaten our very existence. Every hour that passes, we teeter on the brink of becoming mind flayers. How long have we traveled together and not a single tentacle has sprouted?” she asked. Tav was breathing heavy, the conversation weighing on her physically. She couldn’t comprehend why he was giving in to this demand - his life was on the line and would he so easily throw it away? However, in that instance, Tav realized that this is coming from a selfish place. In this moment, Tav realized that the reason she was so uncharacteristically upset about Gale throwing his life away for the sake of Mystra’s forgiveness and to satiate the Orb maintaining its nest in his chest is because she has grown to love the wizard of Waterdeep. 

Perhaps her eyes had given Gale indication that she had realized something, as he asked “Tav, what’s-“ “Do not ask me what is wrong Gale. I fear I realized something a bit too late. I do not wish to talk about it right now…it isn’t appropriate.” “Is it about me?” He intercepted. 

Tav stumbled and said nothing. Her gaze was now on the dirt ground, her heart pounding out of her rib cage. She was silent for a beat, but Gale was patient. If she was willing to speak, he was more than willing to listen - it would be ironic if she listened to his rambling and he couldn’t do the same. Tav, despite just saying that she didn’t wish to speak on the matter, could not stop herself.

“I’m acting out of emotion rather than logic, Gale,” Tav started. Her eyes slowly made her way up to his own brown ones, making this conversation harder. She could feel her heart changing rhythm upon meeting his gaze, how her body yearned to be held in his embrace in this moment, how she craved a chaste kiss. 

Gale seemed to put two and two together, or rather, what he thought was two and two. 

“I know this seems very obscene and I may never be granted forgiveness. Trust me, I don’t wish to die. But Mystra wants to rid the world of the Absolute. My demise might very well be the only thing that could stop-“

“I love you.” 

Gale was taken aback and fell silent, completely off guard by the three sweet words he would often dream of hearing from Tav’s lips. Perhaps he had imagined it? He dared ask, hoping his imagination, or the amalgamation of his heart beating so thunderously in his chest wouldn’t disrupt the orb.

“Pardon?” Gale asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he took a step toward her. “I love you Gale. I don’t want you to succumb to that entitled goddess for my own selfish reasons,” Tav started, unable to stop her words from coming out. If not now, she felt, when? Who knew when Gale would just decide to commit to Mystra’s possible false promises. 

“There is always another way. We’ve constantly found alternatives to problems. Please…don’t go through with this. Do you not wish to live?” the appointed leader of the group asked the man before her. She could feel the warm accumulation of tears threatening to pour over the edge of her tear ducts, the shakiness of her breath not helping her. 

Gale was speechless. He didn’t know what to do. He always painted this picture of how he wanted to profess his love to Tav - a beautiful sunset in Waterdeep whilst both of them spent the hours in his tower, two glasses of wine served out for them and Tara, his cat in his company, along with the countless books he seems to have. The piano would play songs from their travels to incite conversation of nostalgia, how they felt in those moments, laughing about their perilous travels. And when the sun hit the golden hour, the sky would be adorned with pink, orange and purple clouds, he would place his forehead on hers, his gaze focused on her soft lips and utter…

“I love you.” 

But they were here, in this camp, the conditions of his profession of love not met. Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be because he wouldn’t make it back to Waterdeep. Perhaps he won't live past a couple nights from now. 

“Gale…Say something,” Tav said, her voice cracking, two tears escaping their captivity, trailing down her cheeks. Gale couldn’t think of any words. Instead he chose to react, slowly closing the space between them. His hands made their way up to her cheeks, softly wiping away the stray tears. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was torn. He very badly wanted to rid himself of the Orb and obtain Mystra’s forgiveness, but on the other, he had Tav, who had seemingly loved him unconditionally. None of his magic was necessary to woo her. Not his history of being a prodigy of magic, not his mastery of spells, not his conduction of the weave. Just him. 

Gale couldn’t help but close the space between himself and Tav, placing a soft kiss upon her lips. In this moment, he forgot all about Mystra and her empty promises, the orb, all of it. All that occupied his mind was Tav and how soft her lips felt against his own. He pulled away, staying close.

“I love you too.”

[lririx]

ive been reading through all your stories and im in love!!!! your writing style is pretty and clean!!!

anyways, if you're uncomfortable with this ask, feel free to disregard!!! im requesting for norton and fools gold nsfw, learning to share reader with a threesome

tys 🙏

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy

Oh how wrong Norton was when he thought he wouldn't find his special someone.

Sure it took a while but he couldn't be any happier.

He has someone and that someone is you.

But he just can't help but be worried that he has to share you with “him”.

That wretched monster who thinks of nothing but himself.

Intimate moments between you and Norton were separate from moments between you and his counter part.

Norton isn't the most intimate during sex but his counter part is worse.

The days where you came back to his room with more bruises and bite marks that he would give you.

The way you would pass out in his arms after sessions with “Fool's Gold”.

It made his heart ache. It made him be more gentle with you when you were alone with him.

How these threeosmes started you don't know. Maybe it was because Norton couldn't bear the thought of you being alone with “him”.

These were quite the new experience for you.

Norton and Fool's Gold would be fighting and arguing while either of their cocks were in your mouth and hole.

There were times where you were fed up with them and left in the middle of it.

But it's been a couple of weeks now where they've been getting along a bit more.

Fool's Gold is a bit more gentle now to the point where you don't scream of pain for half of the session.

Norton has been more intimate though he still is Norton Campbell.

Your body, your eyes, your lips. Oh how you make both of them insane and eager for you.

You're on the edge of the bed with your mouth occupied by Fool’s Gold while Norton is prepping you.

Every single one of Norton's movements takes out delicate moans from your mouth.

Fool's Gold being the impatient being that he is has waited long enough.

As you’re laying on your stomach Fool's Gold impatiently lets himself in.

Though his length makes you shriek in pain the pleasure that will come soon makes it worth it.

During sessions like these most of Norton's attention is on you.

His counter part thinks of his own pleasures only so there has to be someone to help you through his thrusts.

Norton played with you sending feelings of ecstacy over your body for it to be interrupted by Fool's Gold's relentless thrusts.

Hours pass with each of them taking turns.

Moans and groans fill up the room. None of you care whether or not you're being heard though with your screams you definitely are.

Pleasure washed over you with each one of their thrusts hitting your sweet spots. As your walls welcomed them deeper and deeper.

Marks decorate your body in every noticeable spot.

Whispers of dirty words can be heard through the air.

Their hatred of eachother only makes them shove themself inside you even more making it a competition of who can make you scream louder.

You don't know how many times you've came tonight. Everything is a blur.

Hands wrapped around your throat. Cocks penetrating deep inside you.

Your mind is blank and you're trembling with the stimulation.

The knot in your stomach forms again causing you to squeeze tighter.

Norton steadies his pace. With each one of his thrusts you get closer to your climax.

Your moans are muffled by Fool’s Gold.

Your flushed face excites him even more.

You could feel him throbbing in your mouth which added to the sensation.

You could feel Norton's heavy breaths against your neck indicating that he was close to his own arousal.

With one last thrust you reached your peak and cried out a symphony.

The other two finished soon after with all of you feeling fulfilled.

You shivered down to the bed as your chest rose up and down to catch your breath.

Even though Norton usually cleans up after this time Fool's Gold decided to give a little treat.

Norton lays down next to you and caresses your hair. By the time Fool's Gold is finished you have passed out in Norton's arms.

Fool’s Gold scoffs at the sight though his heart has actually melted. Ofcourse he’s still a bit jealous since it’s not him who is in your arms but he’ll let it slide.

He leans down and kisses your head and whispers a sweet “I love you.” Into your ear and leaves you with his counter part to enjoy the rest of the night.

[holybibly]

I adore your writing so much and I wanted to submit my unholy thoughts on how obsessed I am with Hongjoong and any time he is on his knees! The idea of him looking up through those beautiful long lashes with such desire in his eyes ready to please you in every way he can. Being such a good boy and running your fingers through his sexy ass hair even pulling at it causing him to want to work even harder for you. I mean even the idea of it being in the shower is just as sexy!

Hongjoong kneeling, yes please, anytime, day or night, 24/7.

I wanted to take a little break today because I'm currently editing the second part of Pretty Flushed 👀 and maybe, just maybe, I'll post it this weekend. Not sure yet. But the thought of a needy Hongjoong on his knees in front of you in the shower—those damn lustrous and sweet eyes as you ran your hand through his silky hair—just couldn't get it out of my head. And so I came to you, bunnies, to make sure that image lives on in your minds.

Okay, let's say you're Seonghwa's girlfriend. You're completely happy in your relationship. He's a wonderful man, but there's one problem: his work. It takes up a lot of his time, and sometimes you really have the feeling that you need more attention and love from him. Obviously, the sex was simply amazing. Seonghwa knows exactly how to drive you crazy with his long fingers and his tongue, and after he has scolded you, you won't be able to walk for days on end.

But you want more, and just like your amazing boyfriend, Seonghwa will do anything to make you a happy and spoiled princess by fulfilling all your desires.

One night, he gives you the greatest gift of all—a sweet little kitten, Hongjoong.

Beautiful moist chocolate eyes that look up at you through long lashes, soft pink lips, smooth skin that shines from the dry oil that Seonghwa has rubbed on him before, silky hair, and a soft voice. And, of course, all of this was tied up with silk ribbons and bows for your enjoyment.

Hongjoong was unbelievable, and you would never have thought that Seonghwa's strange, quiet friend could look so damned seductive.

Hongjoong had always been fond of you; he couldn't help it.

From the day Seonghwa introduced you to him, he just couldn't stop thinking about you. He dreamed about you every night, imagining how he would kiss your soft thighs while kneeling in front of you and how he would carry out any of your orders without question in order to receive praise from you. Every time he would look at you, he would imagine burying his face between your legs, while you would stroke his hair and call him a pretty little kitten. And God, he would be the best damned kitty in the world for you.

Hongjoong would never be a disappointment to you.

So when Seonghwa mentioned during one of their meetings that you had been feeling upset and lonely lately because of his constant workload, Hongjoong had no hesitation in offering himself as your toy. It was a complete shock to him that Seonghwa was so enthusiastic about the idea—that it was exactly the kind of thing you were in need of.

A cute little toy of your own that you can spend time with while he is away at work.

Hongjoong couldn't have been happier. ******

You rolled your eyes as Hongjoong's lips began sucking on the skin of your inner thigh, his slender fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

You'd had a hell of a day and Seonghwa wasn't there to help you release all that frustration, but Hongjoong, your sweet kitty, was happy to help.

The shower was hot and stuffy, and the glass was fogged up from the steam that was coming out of the water. Hongjoong was kneeling before you, arching his body in the most attractive way, thrusting his curvaceous ass and arching his back. As he explored your thighs with his lips, his wet gaze from under those incredibly long and thick eyelashes did not let you out of his sight for a single second.

His fingers stretch your pussy beautifully and skillfully, using slow strokes as Hongjoong catches you reacting, almost out of breath. He is so desperate for your pleasure.

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do." He whispers into your skin, his sweet lips sliding across it until they are in contact with your wet folds. Your fingers run through his wet hair, tugging lightly at the silky strands as he lets out a melodious moan. The vibration of his voice reaches all the way to the centre of you.

"Hongjoong..."

"Please, let me please you." He looks so fucked up with that soft, bleary look in his eyes, those kissable red lips, and that glowing golden skin that is dripping with water.

"Yes, you can do it." And that was exactly what Hongjoong wanted to hear.

[justevelynnnn]

Dating Wade ripple as an Earth person 💙💚🤎

Notes: Yes ik he is water but still😭 honestly i think it’s more abt his personality i like. Anyways this is a mini series i’m doing rq while it’s still all fresh. If someone already did it i’m sorry😭 i don’t see anything so i guess just let me know but this was honestly my idea the only inspo i used was pinterest and the movie itself. We didn’t get much info abt earth ppl from the movie or anything ignoring clod so imma make up stuff. (i had this in my draft for a month so imma just drop these cause i’m too busy for anything else rn 💀)

Content: Wade ripple x fem!Earth person, all fluff

- You met Wade on day while watering your garden. You had mostly flowers and sold them as a hobby. You often stayed to yourself but one day you heard someone sniffling behind you…

- You see a crying water man in a yellow shirt and before you say anything he goes, “This is just the most *sniff* beautiful garden i’ve ever seen!!”

-You kinda freak out seeing him cry, you knew water people were emotional but he takes the cake.

- You invite him into your yard for a tour and even gave him a flower take with him.

-From that day forward he visited you everyday before and after his shift as a City inspector.

- One day you asked to go to a botanical garden. He agreed but, of course, cried since this would be his first date ever.

- You wore a nice dress (as shown in the pic above or whatevr u want ofc) and he teared up. “You are just sooo beautiful!!”

- After looking around a bit you wanted to try hold and hold his hand.

- “I wanna try!”

- “Are you sure? I guess so..”

- Wade would gently grab your hand and nothing really happened. Your hand would just get a little damp and occasionally a tint flower would bloom from your hand.

-Wade is very touchy feely so after this he’s all over you

- He hugs you every hour of the day just about!

- He invited you over to see his family after a month of dating. Everyone admired how pretty you looked and how the flowers in your hair were so beautiful.

- You even witnessed “the crying game” which was honestly so funny.

- Once it got to you and wade he got you by saying he loves you! You never cried before but a single tear fell from your eye and it was honestly so sweet.

- Wade would help you water your garden by crying sometimes.

- Wade listens to you talk about how you feel and offers the best advice he can despite being a water element and not earth.

- You two once played in a mud puddle after a rainy day and it was amazing. Wade had turned slightly brown and you were damp but it was the best fun you’ve ever had tbh

- In the end you and him complimented each other greatly and you both couldn’t be happier.

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 ★ || b.c

★ summary: you're pretty happy that you and chan are friend's again. it brings you back to your childhood in austrailia. your feelings for chan remain, and you're surprised to find out that he feels the same when he helps you through an anxiety attack after someone tried to attack you.

★ characters: bang chan, cannon y/n (he/him pronouns, masculine frame)

★ warnings: a little bit of sad stuff, reader has another anxiety attack, mentions of a knife, chan comforts reader and gives him a kissy, its pretty soft and sweet, let me know if i missed anything

★ word count: 2.4K (2415)

★ requested?: yeah, by a whole lot of you my god

★ binnie's thoughts: i wasn't planning on making a part 2 for this, but based on everyone's demands for part 2...i decided that it wouldn't hurt to give you guys a nice ending after i caused you all so much pain 😘

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

★ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵! ★

You’re pretty happy these days. You’re a successful idol who has the world in the palm of his hand, and things are going smoothly for you. Your best friend is back in your life, and you truly could not be happier. 

Stay and your fandom, which are referred to as Craterz, were shocked to find out that you were so close to Chan, and most of them took the news well. Of course, there were a lot of Stays who were not so happy about the news, and they liked to let you know. They thought you were going to push your “homosexual agenda” onto their precious Channie. You don’t really understand why some fans act like they know their idols personally.  

There was one time when you were filming the MV for your single, “i wanna be yours,” and a few Stay banded together to buy a protest truck and posted it outside your filming location. It surprised you more than anything. You are aware of Stay and the amount of love they have for Stray Kids, but you are also aware of how many of them are a little obsessed. 

You didn’t let it get to you, because it wasn’t like you were dating Chan. You guys are simply just friends, nothing more and nothing less. Although you often wish you two could be more. 

Your feelings for Chan never faltered, not even for a second. Even after he got upset with you all those years ago, you never felt any different about him. Even after he shook you into an anxiety attack that landed you in the ER and several years of therapy, you would never hold that against him. He was young and in love. You had to learn and adapt without him in your life, even if it pained you every day. You had gotten so used to him always being there by your side, it often had you waking up during the night in a cold sweat. 

You hate your anxiety. You don’t like how people often have to accommodate you because of your anxiety. You see it as a massive inconvenience, and you wish you didn’t have it to begin with. There were many nights growing up where you would curl up into a ball and just shake as your brain kept running and running. You had trouble sleeping, you had trouble learning how to drive, and you had trouble making new friends. 

After word got out that you were “mean” to the school’s princess, Vanessa, everyone turned their back on you. They blamed you for driving Chan away to South Korea. The same people you grew up with in grade school turned their backs on you, and you had never felt so alone in a world full of people.

But that’s all behind you now. You and Chan make plans to hang out anytime you both are free. You often receive a text from one of the other members of Stray Kids, claiming that their “father” is stressed out and has locked them out of his studio. 

You know it’s your job as to get Chan out of that state. Tonight is no different. 

 You sneak out of your apartment and pick up some take away food for the two of you. You make your way to the JYPE building and ask one of the boys to let you in. Once they let you in and you’ve said your hellos, you make your way to Chan's studio. You just let yourself in, knowing Chan more than likely has his headphones on and turned up to max volume. 

You stare at Chan’s back. He’s sitting up straight, his sleeveless shirt showing off the wide expanse of his back and shoulders. You notice his skin looks so much better when he’s not being aggressively whitewashed. His natural tan skin has always been one of your favorite things about Chan, you always liked the way his skin looked under the hot Austailian sun back home. Your eyes slowly roam down his back, landing on his waist. You like his waist and hips. He’s nice and wide in all the right places, and it makes you want to hold onto him and never let go. You wonder what his hugs feel like now, considering that he’s bulked up a lot since his teenage years. 

You wonder what it would feel like if he just wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, giving you a gentle squeeze that rips a soft laugh from your chest. 

“Y/N? Hellooo, is anyone home?” you hear Chan’s voice calling to you. You shake your head, realizing that you got caught staring at him. You feel your ears get warm with embarrassment as you smile softly at him. 

Chan chuckles, slipping off his headphones, letting them hang around his neck. “You must’ve been thinking about something super important, huh?” he says, raising his arms to stretch, and his shirt rides up, showing the lower half of his stomach. You try not to stare at the light trail of hair going from his belly button down to the waistband on his underwear.

“Yeah, just thinking about having to film the MV for my title track,” you say, setting the food on the couch and then sitting down, “I’m a little nervous, it’s going to be totally different from my single.”

Chan nods and starts rummaging through the bag, already knowing that you ordered his favorite, “Yeah, I know the feeling. Filming jitters will always come and go, so don’t stress too much.”

You roll your eyes playfully, a sarcastic laugh bubbling in your chest. “You’re telling the wrong person to not stress. Stressing out is my superpower, Channie.”

Chan flashes you a smile as he shovels some food into his mouth, chewing before he talks again, “You’re right, I forget about your anxiety. You take medication for it, don’t you?” 

You nod while grabbing your own food out of the bag, and you turn your attention back to Chan, “Yeah, I take it every day with food, but there’s times where the meds don’t feel like they’re working.” you explain as Chan takes in your words.

He’s familiar with anxiety. He may not know what it’s like to live with it, but Han and Felix often struggle with it. There’s been countless times where he’s had to try and calm them down before a show or interview. 

“That’s gotta suck, mate. I admire you for sticking it out, though. You’re a strong guy, Y/N.” Chan says.

You look down at your food, trying to hide the goofy smile on your face. Chan admires you? Yeah, your heart is doing backflips in your chest cavity. You feel those pesky butterflies having a rave in your stomach, and you mentally curse at them to calm down. 

“Thanks, Chan. That means a lot to me, really.” you say as you look at him, the two of you sharing smiles as you both chow down and talk until the early morning. You just so happen to miss the look on Chan’s face as he steals glances at you. 

A few days later, you’re with your filming team at an abandoned location outside of Seoul. You are a little spooked by the location, but your manager reassured you that it’s totally safe. You don’t believe a word he says, so you have your phone ready to call Chan the second things start getting wild. 

You’re sipping on some coffee, watching a playback of the scene you just shot. You’re impressed by your acting skills and you consider what it’d be like to star in a drama. You’re a little spaced out when you feel someone grab your arm. Your eyes go wide, thinking that a ghost has you. 

You quickly realize that it’s not a ghost. It’s a human. And she has a good grip on you, and you notice something shiny and silver in her small hand. A knife. You panic as you try to get out of her grip all while dodging her attempts to stab you. You know you could easily overpower her, but your body feels like jelly. The staff around you try to pry the woman off of you, and you keep struggling as your body shakes with fear. The woman is yelling at you, and you catch Chan’s name a few times as she screams at you. 

Of course. She’s a Stay who doesn’t like you just because you’re close to Chan. You think this is ridiculous, and you’re so scared for your life right now. The bodyguards get her off of you and they drag her away as she continues to threaten your life. You quickly get into your car, your driver asking if you want him to take you home, and you just simply tell him to take you to Chan. You don’t have time to worry about the shakiness in your voice, you’re more worried about trying to even out your breathing. You’re struggling to catch your breath, and your chest is beginning to burn. You feel lightheaded, your vision blurry with tears. 

Once you arrive at JYPE, you don’t even bother letting Chan know that you were there. You just make a beeline to his studio, ignoring the various voices of the younger members calling out to you. You open the door and close it behind you, and the dam finally breaks. You slide down the door, bringing your shaky legs up to your chin. Tears are falling from your eyes like rapid waterfalls and Chan finally senses the body of another person in his studio. Chan had thought it was Jisung coming in to bother him, but Jisung would’ve been much, much louder. 

He swivels around in his chair, his eyes widening as he looks at you. Curled in on yourself, your entire body shaking as you gasp for air. He takes off his headphones and jumps into action. He carefully makes his way to your side, his hand placed on your shoulder, his touch feather-light. He licks his lips, trying to find the right words to say. 

“Hey, hey. Look at me, Bubs. You’re ok now, just breathe.” Chan’s voice is quiet and gentle. You freeze up a little when he uses your childhood nickname. He hasn’t called you that in years. No one else is allowed to address you by that name besides him. 

You lift your head up and you lock eyes with him. He gives you a gentle smile, and you feel at ease for once. Your senses are filled with him, he feels and smells like home. You feel his large hand in your hair, carefully stroking the dyed tresses as he speaks to you. You focus on Chan’s voice, your body’s shakes reducing quickly. The tears have stopped, and your chest doesn’t burn as badly now that you can breathe. 

“There you go, Bubs. Channie’s here for you. Nothing’s gonna hurt you here.” He says, and it makes your heart hurt. He’s being so genuine, his touch and his voice lulling you into a state of peace. 

The anxiety you once felt take over you leaves your entire being, the feeling being replaced by Chan. You’re in such a fragile state, your brain is so foggy. Neither you nor Chan have time to react before you both are locking lips on the floor. 

The kiss isn’t anything crazy, just your lips molding together like a puzzle, the both of you closing your eyes as you kiss softly. 

Kissing Chan is exactly how you dreamt it would be. His lips aren’t smooth, but they’re lightly chapped. His lips taste like peppermint chapstick, the cool burn feels nice on your own lips. You feel his hand cup your cheek as he leans in more, the kiss becoming more desperate. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and you don’t hesitate to part your lips for him. You feel his tongue rub against your own, the two of you swapping saliva. 

Chan’s eyes shoot open as he realizes what he just did. He immediately feels guilty, what kind of person kisses their friend when they’re in such a fragile state of mind? He moves out of your space, making you frown. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He says, looking shameful. 

You shake your head and reach out for him. Your throat hurts, but you have to let him know that you wanted him to keep kissing you. “Channie, I wanted you to kiss me. Hell, I’ve wanted you to kiss me ever since we were like, thirteen.” You confess, the desperation is clear in your tone. 

Chan is surprised. You’ve liked him for that long? He has to admit, ever since the two of you became friends again, he often finds himself thinking about you. And not as a friend. He knows he’s attracted to you, the way you grew into a very attractive young man makes his brain go fuzzy. 

He can’t help but feel like he took advantage of you while you were in such a fragile state of mind. But he can tell that you’re not upset with him just by the way you’re holding his hand so tightly, as if you’re afraid that he’ll disappear if you let go. 

“Channie, don’t let me get my hopes up, I can’t go through heartbreak like that again.” You look up at him, your bottom lip being toyed by your teeth. “If you don’t like me like that, tell me now so I can move on.”

Chan takes a few seconds to think. He decides to take a chance, not really caring about the potential backlash of it all. Fuck it, he says to himself. He surges forward and captures your lips once again. 

You end up staying the night with him at the Stray Kids dorms. The both of you have a serious adult conversation about starting a relationship. You decide to keep it between you two, not wanting word to get out. You offered to tell the rest of the boys, but Chan decided to wait a while for that. You agreed, just happy that he accepts your feelings. 

You spent the night cuddled up close to him, your heart full of love for him, your brain plagued with thoughts of him and your future together. All you can hope for is a happy life with him by your side. 

[olasketches]

Hiiii Ola!! How have you been!? Now that jjk has ended I feel so bittersweet there's no leak days to look forward to anymore..but what are your thoughts on the recent chapters? I'm still not particularly fond of many things from 269 till the last chapter but Gege peaked at Sukuna's conclusion, it has grown so much on me..I legit shiver at the panel where he accepts he lost. That's our King!🥹🥹 God i can't wait that to be animated with Junichi Suwabe's voice. ALSO I'm in tears after your recent post. I guess the question of who will teach Sukuna love always had the answer of he always knew love (not just the one he chose to show through violence)..but he never accepted it for himself buried deep within hatred and resentment but Yuji literally "punched" them down and found him in his weakest state and there for the first time someone treated him with so much care not caring if he was a curse or a god. The scene of blobkuna being cradled in his hand being accepted for everything good and bad has even more weight for me now 😭😭😭 Sukuna looking so at peace in the end and echoing Yuji's words..aughhhhh...Their relationship is sooooo precious!!

Sorry for rambling in your ask!🥹 Hope you have a wonderful day.

Hiiiii Winn!! I've been doing really well and I hope everything is going well for you too!! gosh... sukuna's conclusion is just 🥹 every single time I think about chapters 268 and 271 I start tearing up all over again.

I legit shiver at the panel where he accepts he lost. That's our King!🥹🥹

he lost!! and I've never been happier over the fact that he lost... :"))) he looked so at peace then 🥹

God i can't wait that to be animated with Junichi Suwabe's voice.

you have no idea how excited I am for Suwabe to voice sukuna next season(s)!! he's going to have so much fun with all the new sukuna moments and fights. I just know he's going to give us his ALL after all he loves suku-chan too!! in Suwabe we trust!!

and YES!! you get it I have so many thoughts about these two moments I'm just waiting for all my emotions to calm down because my mind is REELING over all the recent developments. yuuji and sukuna are both such phenomenal characters and I've been going through such a meltdown for these past few days cause I know that there will never be another yuuji and sukuna for me. these two have something no one else could ever replicate. BEST DYNAMIC IN THE WHOLE MANGA FOR ME <3

Sorry for rambling in your ask!🥹 Hope you have a wonderful day.

nooo don't apologise you're ALWAYS welcome here and I LOVE reading your thoughts too!! hope you're going to stick around in this fandom for a bit longer 🥹 and have a wonderful day too!!

[natimiles]

natiiii!!! i just saw your event! first of all, congrats on the milestone, you deserve it and a lot more 💗

i would like to request liam + neck (in an established relationship!)

thank yooooou and congrats again 🥰

Anaaaa! Thank you so muuuch! You’re too kind 🥹🤍🤲🏼

And here we go with our adorable meow-meow! 

Liam + Neck

Words: 514

Tags: established relationship; implied (sort of) long hair for reader; no pronouns for reader.

“I’m almost done,” his cheery voice sounds from behind you.

After a whole day of pampering you so much that you barely needed to lift a single finger, Liam insisted on washing your hair. He offered the whole combo: washing, drying, brushing, and styling it. And who were you to deny your boyfriend when he smiled at you that way?

You’re sitting in the middle of your bed, Liam right behind you, his fingers carefully detangling every knot before using the brush to make sure he won’t hurt you by pulling your hair. He is gentle while working, his fingers skillfully styling it. It’s very soothing, and his humming adds to the relaxing environment. You catch yourself almost dozing off more than once.

“I’m sorry I’m making you so tired,” he says softly. “Do you want me to stop so you can rest?”

“No, no! I’m not tired, don’t worry,” you reassure him, suppressing a yawn. “It’s just very relaxing having you play with my hair like this. It makes me very happy.”

“Then I’m glad,” he whispers, and you notice he sounds relieved. Some things never change, even after all this time together.

“I can’t possibly feel tired, especially after being pampered by you all day,” you complete, giggling.

He accompanies you, and then you hear a single clap. “Alright, I’m done!” His voice returns to a happier tone, and it makes you smile.

You turn around to look at him as he reaches for the hand mirror on your nightstand. He hands it to you and waits with bated breath to see your reaction. Your eyes shine when you see how beautiful he made you look, and he smiles tenderly.

“It’s amazing, Liam! I love it!” You can’t stop looking at your reflection.

“I’m happy you like it,” he chuckles, his pink eyes squinting from how genuinely happy he is. He loves to see you like this and to know he is the cause, that he is the one making that beautiful smile bloom on your lips.

You set the mirror down and beam at him. In a moment of impulsiveness, you throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. Liam lets out a surprised sound, not expecting you to do that, and falls backward with you in his arms.

“I always do, and you know it. You make the best hairstyles!”

You shove your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet vanilla scent, which calms you and makes you even happier. You kiss his neck once and he squirms under you, a giggle escaping his lips.

You pull away only to look at his smiling face, a mischievous look on your own. He knows you’re about to cause some trouble, but he doesn’t mind; he just wants to see you always happy like this. You lean down again and start to leave kisses all over his neck, showering him with a tiny portion of all the love you felt from him today. His giggles intensify to laughs, and soon the whole room seems more alight than ever.

Taglist: @judejazza @chandeliermichel @leia-skywalker-organa @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Three: Playing Pretend

You forgot that you still had Millie’s insta notifications turned on as your phone lit up with the first one in days. “If that’s another fucking photo with Levi I’m gonna go off” your voice sounding harsh and bitter again. You were on the sofa with Rachel watching your favourite film and as the statement left your lips, Rach picked up her phone to look too. Your eyes met with a multi photo post, each one of you and Millie.

I have something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest for a while and didn’t know how to do it. I’m sorry to everyone I’ve lied to, including @(y/n). The truth is, I’m not in a relationship with Levi and never have been. For 6 years (y/n) has been my teammate, my roommate, my best friend and the reason I laugh everyday - that’s not a lie. But what I failed to tell everyone is that she’s also my girlfriend, at least I hope she still is. I’m bisexual and I’m in love with this incredibly strong, talented and gorgeous woman and have been since 2017. We’ve celebrated anniversaries quietly and loved each other in secret because I convinced her it was better that way. I now see that that was wrong and I apologise to everyone I have affected but mostly I apologise to the love of my life. I should never have pulled you back into the closet with me; you’re the smartest, most honest and kind human being I know and I should never have dulled your sparkle. I love you always 💙

After reading to the end you looked up at Rach with tears in your eyes, mouthing the words “thank you” to her as she crawled over to take you into her arms. The tears kept coming as you allowed relief to replace anger and your body finally caught up with the immense amount of stress this situation had caused.

You don’t know how long you laid there but with the release of negative energy and Rachel’s fingers running through your hair you must have fallen asleep, only awoken a couple hours later by the door bell. “You might wanna get that” Rachel whispered as you looked up at her. Shuffling to the front door and turning the knob you were met with your tall blonde girlfriend towering over you, barely visible behind the enormous bouquet of flowers she was holding.

“I want to marry you too” were the first words to leave her mouth. “I’m sorry. I know that isn’t enough but if you’ll have me back I promise to make you smile, bring you flowers and tell you I love you every single day. I should have been proud to call you my girlfriend, I am proud to call you my girlfriend and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. (Y/n) I love you so much, please forgive me?”

The last bit of air left your lungs as the words you’d been wishing for were finally said. This time, it was you that was speechless and just nodded in response to her question of forgiveness. You know it must have been hard for her to come out but didn’t know that was one of the reasons she kept you hidden. Taking the flowers from her she enveloped you into her arms, feeling that sense of comfort and belonging that you’d been missing. Your head fitting perfectly under her chin as she squeezed you so tightly you thought you were going to burst. “Can I kiss you?” she asked innocently, lifting your chin with her forefinger “of course you can” the smile on your face no longer fake or forced as your lips met with hers, feeling like it was the beginning all over again. “Come here Cupid” Millie shouted as Rach run over to join in the embrace.

The next day Millie walked you into practice standing tall, proud and holding your hand. You said she didn’t have to but she insisted that she wanted to - today and every day, she’ll hold your hand wherever you go. Entering the gym where the rest of the team were who immediately turned their attention to both of you, cheering and clapping at your arrival. For the first time in 6 years, you’d never felt happier.

[win-writes]

𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳

༶ pairing; jouno x fem!reader

༶ contains; sensitive topics (s/h), mentions of cuts & scars, fluff, jouno comforting reader

༶ a/n; please proceed only if you're sure that reading this won't trigger you!! this is pretty much a vent and i was really hesitant if i should post this, but i thought that maybe something good can come out of this and help comfort others as well

"I'm sorry" your voice comes out raspy, cause by your violent cries from just a few moments ago. Your eyes are puffy and your hands, that previously assaulted your own body, are now trembling.

"It's alright" he replies, without interrupting his hands carefully taking care of your damaged skin. The soft pads of his fingers run over your cuts ever so gently one last time, before applying bandages over them "But you shouldn't be asking me for forgiveness, my love" he leans closer, placing a kiss over your covered scars "Your own body comes first" Your chin trembles as you feel another pool of tears forming in your eyes.

Jouno always finds the right words to say when you need it the most. You truly couldn't be more grateful he embraced with so much love this side of yourself that you despise so much. But there's still a part of you that feels guilty knowing he has to deal with something like this because of you.

"Princess, what are you thinking?" you snap out of your thoughts and stare at him with your big sad eyes "That I don't deserve you at all" your throat thickens as your tears roll down your face. Jouno lets out a sad sigh, positioning himself beside you "Please. don't ever say that again" he cups your sweaty face in his warm hands, drawing invisible circles on your cheeks with his thumbs.

"But it's true" you lower your gaze as you speak "You could do so much better than this.." a sob arises in your throat "With someone far less pathetic than me"

Jouno can feel his heart twisting at your words. It pains him when he listens to you speak so ill of yourself. Especially when you say things like that. Like he could find somebody else and be happier. Little did you know that Jouno couldn't even dream of being with someone who isn't you.

"My love, look at me" you slowly raise your eyes. Jouno gently pulls you closer to him, connecting your lips together. Your hands grab on his shirt for dear life, afraid that he's gonna disappear the moment you open your eyes. Like he's part of a dream and you'll lose him when you wake up. He can taste your salty tears on your lips and hear your heartbeat pacing with every passing second your lips remain locked with his.

A few moments later, he backs up "I wouldn't change you for anyone else" he whispers right above your mouth. He places a kiss on your cheek before resting his forehead against yours "Not a single day passes without thinking how lucky I am to be yours"

Hearing his last words sent an electric pulse through your bones. Jouno always preferred to express his feelings through actions, so to say you're not shocked by his direct confession would be an understatement "If you're the lucky one.." you raise your hand to play with his earring "Then what the hell am I supposed to be?" you ask while a smile slowly roses on your face.

Jouno's face dazzles with happiness the second he notices your heartbeat returning to its calm rhythm. He holds your free hand into his own, placing another kiss at the back of your palm "Since I'm the lucky one.." he caresses your face and gives you his warmest smile, before leaning into your ear to whisper words coming from the bottom of his heart.

"I guess that makes you the perfect one"

Hello again, if you've read this far, i just want to let you know that you matter and idc if you don't take my words seriously cause i'm a silly little nobody on the internet, but this comes from the bottom of my heart, your life matters and i'm so proud of you for being here today <3 thank you for spending your time reading this, please take care and remember that you'll always have someone wishing nothing but the best of things coming your way<3

[angeart]

I noticed you only have one post about your papers please au 👀 can I possibly convince you to share more about it? :3

-🎀

Hiiiii! Ooooh Papers Please au! Yess! 

I made it on a whim over a year ago when I was rewatching Random Encounters’ Papers Please: The musical (brb I am now obligated to watch it again).

This bit in there in particular, and the Ezic symbol reminding me of the Watcher one, kind of led into a Thought landslide:

"Join the revolution, now's the time to take a stand!"

"Listen sir you seem suspicious and extreme—"

"It's true, my covert goal's to overthrow the whole regime!"

Scar lives in Arstotzka, a country where his life is controlled and dictated. He doesn’t get to pick his profession, it is assigned to him, and it is arguably one of the worst possible fits for him. He is employed to do Border Control, which means reading comprehension, taking in lots of information, figuring out lies and discrepancies, and controlling who gets to enter the country at a time when things are becoming more and more dangerous. 

He doesn’t have a choice but to try his best, and his best… isn’t much. 

He tries to be amicable to people in trouble, he’s easily distracted, he doesn’t remember the growing list of absurd and complicated rules, and he struggles with reading the documents that he needs to check before he allows every single person’s entry. At the same time, every mistake costs him a pay dock, at a time when he already gets paid barely enough to survive—he has a cat, Jellie, to take care of too, helplessly trying to balance his finances between rent, utilities (especially heating), food and medicine for them both.

It’s miserable, because he’s not doing well at all, and he’s getting stressed out, because he knows he needs to do better. (Jellie relies on him!) 

He comes home to his cold apartment and he curls up with Jellie on the bed and he whispers his sorries. He  breaks down and cries, because he made many mistakes during his shift and he doesn’t have enough money to pay heating bills or to buy food. He buries his face in her soft fur, crying and apologising, and he’s so scared and helpless and— Why can’t he just do a better job?

It keeps going, like a never ending nightmare, day after day after day. He has so much anxiety piling up as his approve/deny stamps tremble in his clammy hands. Then he goes home; it’s dark, there’s no electricity, there’s no heat. He piles in the scraps of blankets and shivers as Jellie meows at him questioningly, expecting dinner he doesn’t have.

And he knows he has to do it all over tomorrow and hope for the best. Maybe this time he’ll be paid enough. Maybe this time he can get some food for Jellie—god, she’s getting thinner. 

He pulls her close and they both shiver and he doesn’t know what to do. There’s so many apologies night after night after night. He’s so tired of it. He’s so miserable. He hates feeling so powerless. Jellie deserves better.

This is where Boatem Resistance comes in (because of course there’s Boatem). They’re a ragtag bunch led by Grian, who is the one who talks to Scar at the border checkpoint, trying to sway him to their cause. His goal is to overthrow the regime!! (shocking, I know) 

So Grian comes and tells Scar there’s another way. They can work to change things. He can be happier, Jellie can be safer… It sounds like a pipe dream. Like manipulation and lies. It’s… a lot to take in.

If he joins the revolution—if it is even a real thing—it can only go two ways:

Either things get better,

or he loses everything.

Is it a risk worth taking?

He can’t sleep. He holds Jellie as she purrs pressed against his chest.

He can’t imagine losing her, but if he won’t try, he’s going to lose her anyway, isn’t he? (It’s such a dark and terrifying thought.) And it’d be his fault, for all of his ineptitudes. For not taking a chance when freely offered. 

Of course he ends up taking the deal. Grian basically wants Scar to illegally let in other people through the border. This means rule breaking, which would result in Scar getting his pay docked (and any blood shed will be on him, too, in a way), but the resistance compensates him for it. Better than his job actually pays!

Everything still feels precarious. He lets in someone with explosives, because he’s told to. Because that way Jellie can eat tonight.

But how many people will die as a result?

Does it actually change anything in the big scheme of things?

Isn’t his job to keep the country safe?

At night, he lies cuddled up to Jellie who’s quiet for once, fed and warm. In the early morning hours, there’s a faint, far away explosion. 

He wonders if he’s responsible. 

And yet he doesn’t stop. He keeps doing it, letting the resistance members in, despite knowing they will cause havoc and hurt people.

So much rests on Scar in all of this. He has to do what’s best for him and Jellie, but he struggles with thinking what’s best overall. The morality of it all.

And yet, somehow, over time, Scar finds himself worrying less about the country, and more about these resistance members potentially getting hurt in the scuffles instead. (Something something found family)

:3

[tigerdrop]

Hi I pre-ordered the keychain and I'm very excited for it!! I wanted to know how you think it would go if Bill and Ford were to reunite at some point post Weirdmageddon, Bill is still incredibly obsessed with Ford (and likely that will never change), but Ford is angry at him because of the past, do you think they could work something out?

oh i absolutely do. i was just thinking about this the other day.......sure it would be healthier for both of them to cope and move on, but would it be more fun?? NO!!!!!!!!

i can make it work. im going to write this eventually but right now im working on a fic about the first time bill and ford hook up. but i can make it work

consider bill taking a lot of misguided lessons from his therapy sessions and thinking "well clearly the way to fix all of this and get sixer back is to go back in time and redo everything. but better this time". envision this going haywire in every way you would expect going back in time to fix things to do

even funnier if bill decides hes going to break out of the theraprism to do this. he Did not learn a fucking thing other than "if you are mean to somebody they might not like you anymore". mission accomplished

i think he could fuck things up so bad with time travel bullshit . it would be so funny. we all saw the fucking time travel episode, ok, now imagine something like that except with bill desperately trying to interrupt the timeline to show sixer that hes got Emotional Intelligence now, he did therapy, he made collages and lumpy clay hearts that he DIDNT smash into goop, and hes Better than the bill ford knew when he was younger. it would be so embarrassing to watch

my vision is that bill makes such a huge fucking mess of the timeline and of their dimension and it causes so many problems for so many people and they are all So mad at him. except, weirdly enough, for ford

the guys on trial for time crimes and the only one willing to say a nice thing about him is his dipshit ex with an ego bigger than god. because he actually feels touched that bill did all of this stuff just for him. and bill apologized, even if he doesnt fully understand the purpose of "apologies" or "contrition"

it hits ford square in the emotional intersection of "i never stopped thinking about bill even though he fucked me over and i never want to see him again" and "bill would cause this much trouble and this much chaos out of a misguided attempt to patch things up". he actually cares!!!

and its cartoons. its not like bill has to go to fucking time jail if i dont want him to. ford can abruptly interrupt to defend him out of nowhere while every single member of his family thinks he has lost his mind. the power of love (and time community service) can get him out of it. And it can work

ford never stopped being easy to flatter and having a god move heaven and earth just to make him happier is like the biggest ego boost known to man. so even if hes still hurt over everything i dont think he could resist feeling that special. that powerful

but now hes older and smarter and he doesnt have anything to offer bill. and bill doesnt have anything he wants anymore. except, you know. company

so i think ford is easily stupid enough to have one last pity date that turns into a second and a third and so on. its not like everything is fixed but bill showed that he was actually capable of emotional growth. he Did change. just for some dumbass human. which is crazayyyyyy

(and now at least 7 different people/creatures/entities would explode bill into 1 million pieces if he throws another fucking tantrum. and fords got that aluminum plate in his head......hes the one in control now. bill cant do anything except, maybe, break fords heart. which would also make everybody explode him)

everybody hates that bill shows up to family functions now but what can you do. sometimes the interdimensional dream demon that possessed you and slammed your hands in drawers ends up dating your grunkle. Its basically the same as having a stepdad

and they could fuck about it. The end

[z0-ne]

Christmas time (Fish eyes! Uncle illumi x child reader! platonic)

Dead dove: do not eat - Mentions of emotional abuse, physical, scars, suicidal thoughts kidnapping and isolation. Read with caution!

It's a Holiday. A Holiday I should celebrate, or at least I should be celebrating. I should be happy I've finally found my way out of that wretched room.

My nails are bent and some hanging onto the skin by a thread, but I am free of that cold dark room.

My feet may be bare, the snow stings at my toes, freezing my nerves and causing me to shiver, but I don't have to worry about the cruel gaze of those empty black eyes. The ones that stare at me, unblinking, unfeeling as I am whipped for failing to win his sick games or the games of his accomplice.

I'm alone, but I am alive. I am older than I was when I was brought here. I am no longer that small child, sobbing their days away with a grumbling stomach. A ten year old child stands in their place.

I have learned my way around that house, but it was easier in the summer to track a way out. With the snow piling, nearly reaching up to my knees with every step, the wind harsh and unforgiving as more snow covers my line of sight.

Winter is cold and merciless.

I keep going. I'm not sure what I am really looking for at this point, I want a way out. But I cant tell if I'm closer or further from my goal. What will I do once I think I'm safe?

Will I run? Will I simply hide away? If I hide where would I hide? As far as Im concerned there isnt another sign of life for miles, and the winter is much to harsh for me to make it to town just to get others killed like....

Like I did all that time ago. The memories of her dead corpse, her lifeless body hiting the ground, how she painted the grass red with her blood. It haunts me to this day, and I know it should.

He's told me, so many times. Nothing would've happened had I simply stayed where I was told to be. Had I not let my curiosity- no, my stupidity get to me, I wouldn't have led her to her death.

At first, I was in denial, I tried to push away my thoughts of accountability, burying them under false thoughts that I was simply a child.

Excuses. Thats what it was, and I am much to old for those now. So where can I go? What can I do? I can not go to another, for the fear of killing someone else for my own selfish needs is far too much for me to bare.

The snow grows taller, and my body grows colder. However I keep walking, for some reason I don't stop. Its like my body won't let me.

The body that should be dead, but stays alive only by taking from others. I should've died that day. Not her, not my Nanny, such a kind selfless soul, even in her last moments she did nothing but give while all I did was stand by and take.

I took her chance of life away once I ran, I took it away once I stayed still instead of running back to her and pleading to go home.

'Home.'. I think to myself, my breath hitches as my heart stops for just a moment. What is that at this point? Is it the place where I am beaten for allowing my steps to be heard in the halls?? Where I am told I should feel guilty for being alive when if given the chance I'd gladly fix my mistake?

Is it the place where I thought I'd be happier, surrounded with my siblings, my parents, in a warm area with a fire infront of me to keep me warm. Food on the stove, the smell of it enough to make my mouth water and my stomach grumble.

A place where my birth was a blessing instead of a curse. Where my life is celebrated and I am not punished for every breath I take.

Do I...even deserve such a place? I've taken from them, a life. Its no wonder they haven't come for me yet. It has been four years, and not even a single sign. New scars, deeper and more painful are placed upon me everyday, and they're likely joined together by the fire enjoying its gentle warmth.

While I am suffering in the rough hands of the cold. The snow at my knees, my eyes squinted, I can hardly feel my face now. If I were to cry, my tears would likely freeze.

As I continue to drag my feet through the snow, I see something in the distance- no not something. Someone, it is...my fathers shadow? All the way out here?

I hear his distant call, his voice so familiar it has to be him. 'No, I shouldn't waste his time...my uncle...says I'm a nuisance to them.' I think, attempting to remind myself that I no long have a place there.

However, I hear his voice call out to me once more, and my body reacts despite my mind screaming for it to give up. My legs picking themselves up as they force themselves through the snow.

A loud crunch as I stomp through it, only to trip over my leg, I fall forward but that doesn't matter, my body keeps moving, my arms flailing around aimlessly to keep moving despite knowing I shouldn't bother.

He's there, he's so close and I see it. I imagine the warmth of his hug, how it felt to be engulfed in his arms and swung around as if it was a miracle to see me and i longed for that love again.

So I kept going. I got closer, and closer, squinting my eyes as the wind grew more harsh. Once close enough, I reached out yelling at his back, hoping to grab onto the fabric and catch his attention. So he'd lift me into his arms and hold me once more.

"Dad!" I call out but I an disappointed, my eyes opened wide, my vision clears as the wind stops-- no time itself seemed to stop. It wasn't the back of my father, nor the shadow of Gon or my mother

No, it was but a lonely tree. No lights. No ornaments. Nothing. Its trunk was buried into the snow, and only the green is visible.

In an instance, I feel my heart shatter, and I fall to my knees as the wind blows once more, gently moving the leafs of the tree, swaying back and forth.

Another case of denial. Why would they come for me? Why would they ever even for a moment consider bringing me back when I've only caused problems in their lives?

Even when I know I don't deserve a home, even when I know I don't deserve their love, or their warmth. I still have those selfish thoughts, those pointless wishes.

I look down, my hands numb and covered in snow. I'm so cold...but I deserve it. I don't deserve the warmth. I look at my arms and wrist, covered in welts and bruises from my punishments, atoning for my actions.

A little pain in comparison to my Nanny loosing her life... I have been far too lucky.

My eyelids are growing heavy, and so is the rest of my body. I shiver as I loose feeling in my trembling bones. 'I should've...died that day....I should die now...' I think to myself as I lay in the snow, underneath that lonely tree.

While my vision has gone black, I can hear footsteps approaching in the distance. As I wish for death, I know a fate much worse awaits me once he arrives.

The winter may be cruel and merciless, but it can also be beautiful and kind unlike my Uncle.

Illumi, more cruel than winter, and anything I've ever known, and as my mind fades. I can only hope to be selfish one more time and not wake up the next day.

(BONUS! [Just in case you want a kinda happy ending])

Honestly, I've only dealt with two children as... stupid as this one.

What child, would run off in the middle of a blizzard and in the dead of night none the less?

I have been walking for hours, questioning why I am doing this for some child who isn't really my responsibility. I never said we should kidnap them. I was done with raising children after their mother.

Alas, their potential did catch my attention, not to mention the odd sense of dejavu I get when I look at them.

I have a coat, and clothes to cover up, but I didn't think I'd be hunting down a preteen so late at night, by myself nonetheless.

'Being left to babysit and I've lost it in the middle of a blizzard. How lovely-' I think to myself, before I pause. I see them, just as they fall face first into the snow.

I sigh, shaking my head as I walk through the snow, it crunches beneath my feet as i get closer to them. Once close enough, there they are. Curled up in the snow,, trembling.

Again, I get a sense of dejavu. Its the worse times when they look most like their mother to me. They're just as troublesome as she was, I grunt as I bend down, picking them up by the scuffle of their shirt and hoist them over my shoulder.

"You should be lucky that Illumi didn't find you." I say with a chuckle, the child is unconscious, although if illumi had found them instead of me a punishment would await them once they wake.

"Take this act of mercy as your "present" from me."

However, judging by their frozen skin, and trembling body I'm sure the winter was punishment enough.

[draculasfavoritewife]

Happier Now

Summary: Alone time on a summer afternoon is a rare thing, and anniversaries are a time for remembering and realization.

Pairing: Emma Frost x Scott Summers

Warnings: More fluff than I usually write (this one is pretty nostalgic and sweet). Lots of innuendos and Emma's flirting -- which really deserves its own warning lol.

Me from two years ago has no excuses. This is purely self-indulgent sweetness because I love soft Emma/Scott moments and this dialogue was absolutely burning a hole in my brain. Sorry not sorry.

Classes finished for the day, Emma Frost takes a minute to herself, leaning against her desk at the front of the classroom and allowing herself to decompress in the quiet. The kids at the Institute test her patience at every turn and drive her absolutely mad sometimes. But she’s never wanted to be anything except a teacher, and the madness is far outweighed by the satisfaction of seeing them grow up in front of her day by day. 

She would never say it aloud, but she would do absolutely ANYTHING for these kids. 

So deep is she in her moment of reverie that she doesn’t know he’s snuck up behind her until he’s kissing her cheek, and she actually jumps. “Scott! Where did you come from?” 

He chuckles, amused that he caught her daydreaming. “Someone’s a million miles away. Or have you just spent so much time with me that my psychic signature is boring to you now?” 

She turns halfway to return his kiss, her fingertips caressing his jaw. “Yours is the only mind I haven’t grown bored of, Darling.” 

“Flattery generally gets people nowhere with me, but for you, I’ll make the exception.” He grins and hands her a single white rose. He’s learning her tastes, and she feels an odd surge of happiness that he remembers so much about her without constantly having to ask what pleases her anymore. 

Emma doesn’t go in for huge, extravagant flower arrangements unless she’s organizing a social event. Minimal elegance goes a long way in her book. 

Scott’s next words leave her at a momentary loss. “Happy anniversary, Em.” 

Which anniversary is it?

They’ve already acknowledged the four-year anniversary of their first date. And she hasn’t quite shared his room for three years. 

So she cheats, takes a glimpse into his thoughts, realizes — has it really been FIVE years since she arrived to teach here? 

“That makes me feel old,” she remarks. 

She knows him well enough to tell he’s rolling his eyes at her behind his opaque glasses. “Let’s not be gloomy, shall we? This is the day we first officially met, five years ago, Em. It’s cause for a…less negative outlook, don’t you think?” 

I didn’t know it at the time, but your arrival was the start of the happiest years of my life…. 

Emma pulls out the thread of what he doesn’t say and smiles. “Aw, you’re such a shameless romantic, Scott.” 

That flusters him for a second, and she could almost swear she sees his face flush. “I didn’t say anything,” he defends himself, though he sounds unsure of that fact. 

“You didn’t have to. Your thoughts are very loud sometimes.” She smirks at him and points to the drink carrier in his right hand. “Please tell me one of those coffees is for me.” 

“No, you’ve rubbed off on me too much. I bought two just so I could rub it in your face that I didn’t get you any.” He hands over one of the cups. 

“How I adore it when you get sarcastic, Lover. I always knew you were just pretending to be such a boy scout.” She takes a sip of the hot drink, noting with uncharacteristic softness that he remembered her current favorite — white chocolate hazelnut latte with almond milk, two shots of espresso, and whipped cream. He’s too good for her. She comes up with ridiculously complicated combinations every other month to see if it throws him off, and yet he cares so much and his memory is so unfairly perfect that he caters to her whims and she can’t even complain about a mistaken order. “Thank you.” 

“My pleasure.” He tastes his own — strong and black, she knows from the smell of it. Hasn’t changed his own preference since long before she came into his life. She’d never drink black coffee, much as the others might think she’s suited for such a bitter drink. She loves that about him, though. It rounds out his masculine and no-nonsense personality, and she can’t deny that she likes to taste the hint of it lingering in his mouth after he drinks it. 

“What does the rest of your day look like?” she asks, pressing her body up to his. He shifts automatically to avoid spilling his drink on her immaculate white jacket. 

“I cleared my schedule. Wanted to spend the evening with you.” Scott glances out the window. “The weather’s nice, and the pool is empty. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like providence to me.” 

“I have a new bikini and no other excuse to wear it. You’re good at formulating plans even when we’re off duty.” She pulls away from him and starts down the hallway. 

“Am I watching your transformation, or are you holding out on me until we get there?” 

Emma flashes him a naughty grin over her shoulder. “I’m holding out on you this time, Lover Boy. After all, if you always get the privilege of seeing me in a state of undress, what power do I have to hold over you anymore?” 

He leans against the wall with a disappointed sigh. “You’re cruel, Emma.” 

“Darling, I wrote the definition of the word.” She sashays off, fiercely delighted that she can feel the heat of his gaze fixed on her swinging hips. 

If only the others knew what dirty thoughts sometimes cross their straight-laced leader’s mind. 

He was right, the weather is perfect for this.

She watches him swim laps as she lounges in a deck chair, admiring his toned muscles and relishing the reality that she can check him out as obviously as she likes. He’s hers now, so she doesn’t have to pretend to disguise the fact that she undresses him with her eyes whenever they’re in a room together. 

Emma has always had a deep appreciation for beauty, and the male form in motion is no exception. Scott Summers moves with an efficient grace no matter what he does. With his ample physical strength, he could be explosive, unfettered, but she finds it much more interesting that he restrains himself, not a motion wasted, every execution clean and sharp. 

Then he’s suddenly still, leaning over the side of the pool. “Somehow when I pictured this, I thought you were going to swim with me,” he complains. 

She leans further back, crossing her arms beneath her head. “What’s the point of a bathing suit as small as mine unless it’s for a good tan? You didn’t actually think this was made for swimming, did you?” 

“You’re not tanning,” he points out, with an infuriating grin. 

It’s true. She’s protected from the late afternoon sunlight by a meticulously placed umbrella, as well as a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of sunglasses that probably cost no less than five hundred dollars. The sun has never been too friendly to Emma’s creamy porcelain complexion. 

She scowls down at Scott, whose more bronze tones always manage to tan gorgeously. 

He pulls himself out of the water. “Come on, I’ll put sunscreen on you if you’ll get in the water with me.” 

“Don’t get me all wet,” she tosses at him, handing him the bottle of lotion. 

“Don’t tempt me.” 

Removing her hat, she pulls her hair up and slides forward so he can sit behind her on the lounge and start working on her back. She relaxes into the familiar touch of his hands as he massages the sunscreen into her skin, firm but gentle, just the way she likes it. Can she really be faulted for demanding he give her back rubs so often?

The man is the god of back rubs. 

“Has it really been five years?” she murmurs. 

“The time has sure flown by.” His thumbs are higher than they need to be, working the knots out of her neck, and she sighs with relief as the tightness of the day finally releases. “I still remember,” he stifles a slight laugh, “how shocked I was when the Professor introduced you to me.” 

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Well, the way he talked about you, ‘former headmistress of the Massachusetts Academy’, I thought you were…much older, for one thing.” 

And much less sexy, is what he doesn’t say aloud. 

He catches her knowing smile and this time, she’s CERTAIN he reddens slightly. “And then you walked in, and all the puzzle pieces finally fell together. I definitely wasn’t expecting the Professor to hire the White Queen on the faculty, that’s for sure.” 

“How did you feel about that?” She’s not usually one for fond reminiscence, but the way he’s talking has her feeling strangely sentimental. 

“Confused. I think I was equal parts outraged and still trying to be welcoming. Not to mention your wardrobe is very provocative, which wasn’t helpful to my composure.” 

Emma laughs softly at his honesty. “I knew you were secretly more affected than you let on.” 

His hands move lower, and she arches her back against the delicious pressure, letting his knuckles knead into her tired muscles. “I wonder sometimes what your first impression of me was.” 

“You’re so bad at hinting.” She falls quiet for a moment, considering. “I remember seeing you there, in your tight black t-shirt and those dark-wash jeans, and I think the first coherent thought I ever devoted to you was, ‘Hmm…this Scott Summers has a nice butt’.” 

“You didn’t.” He can’t seem to make up his mind whether to be flattered, embarrassed, or downright horrified. 

“No, you called my bluff. I was much more taken by your massive —” 

“EMMA!” 

“— Thighs, Sweetheart. I was going to say thighs.” 

“Somehow I don't believe you.” 

“Pectorals?” she tries, turning to run her fingers across the muscles in question and seeing his jaw twitch at the suggestive contact. “Biceps? Or maybe it was your glorious hair — I’ve always thought you had the softest hair, even when you had it cut so short.” 

He raises one eyebrow, lips stern. He says nothing, but she can tell he knows it’s a load of bull.

She looks away again. 

“Truthfully, I noticed your mental imprint before I ever saw you. It stood out among the legions of others. Your thoughts were focused, intense, raw, even. I felt how you held yourself to crushing standards, kept up a façade, and in the midst of so many sharp and chilly thoughts directed at me, yours were like flames. The only taste of heat I could find.” 

She knows he’s staring at her, that she’s surprised him with so human a confession. 

“I held onto that as I walked past rows of judgmental eyes, wanting to meet whoever was such a brilliant flash of light in the midst of an admittedly dark time in my life. I think you felt the brush of my consciousness against yours, because that’s when you turned, and we made eye contact. At first I didn’t think it could possibly be you, since you were so well-groomed, so aloof. But then I saw that same intensity reflected on your face, just for a moment, and I….” 

She trails off, suddenly feeling like she’s peeled back one too many layers, and all of her childhood conditioning kicks in. Don’t ever open up, it makes you seem weak. 

He stops his work with the sunscreen, resting his chin on her shoulder as his arms encircle her, pulling her back against his body. “And then what happened?” he asks, barely above a whisper, and his lips are smiling into her neck, and she’s reminded all over again that Scott already knows her weaknesses, and he would never even dream of taking advantage of them. 

She’s not delicate, even if she looks it, and she’ll crush anyone who calls her so. But Scott keeps all of her weak moments and her softness cradled somewhere deep inside him, where he’ll never allow any harm to come of them. And she is hit all over again with his sweetness, and his caring, and she finds now that she does want him to know exactly what she thought of him that day, five years ago. 

“…And so I thought, ‘Maybe I’m not alone. Maybe there’s someone here who understands what I’ve been through, and I won’t be completely on my own in the world anymore’.” She lets out the breath she’s been holding, amazed at the lightness in her chest now that she’s said it.

“And THEN I started thinking about your butt.” 

He’s laughing as he kisses her collarbone. “Thank you,” he tells her sincerely, as he moves on to slather sunscreen down her legs. “That means a lot.” 

She can tell that it really does, and it makes her happy, to know that. 

“Do you want me to help you with your front?” he asks, nodding at the sheer amount of skin her risqué top leaves exposed. 

“I think I had better handle that area myself, if you want me to ever actually end up in the water with you,” she retorts.

His self-control may be better than most, but even his isn’t THAT good. 

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs. 

“I will, thank you. You can, however, aid me in un-suiting myself later, if you so wish.” 

When they finally complete their task and he at last coaxes her into the water, she remembers what he was thinking earlier.

You were right, Scott. I’ve never been happier since I met you. 

[angirasstuff]

Emotional departure.

Near Tankapani Road, Bhubaneswar.

All day, I had been overwhelmed by the thought of leaving this place. I had fallen deeply in love with it. I came with the intention of embracing it, and I did. The anonymity of living in a place away from home, with its familiar people and the bland, repetitive everyday activities, contrasted with the excitement and new experiences the new place could bring. It was something I couldn't resist. There was an irrefutable pain in my chest that I couldn't shake off. The more I thought about it, the more I felt attached to the place, the house, its belongings, its surroundings, every passing moment in time, and even its people (I'm not a social person though).

It was about time to get ready when Dad barged into our room, unexpectedly fitful. He was yelling—no, telling us to get ready, as he had expected us to be by the time he arrived. For your information, the train would arrive in roughly an hour. How often do we see a calm person get angry? I was unprepared. It caused quite a commotion. I had never seen my parents fight, so this caught me off guard. To me, a family was never a comfort place, as I was raised by a single (abusive) parent, my mother. I had, therefore, developed a deep idea of relationships and held it very dearly. Miscommunication is the biggest fear in any relationship, as it is the root of misunderstandings, which lead to the breakdown of a healthy relationship. So this was quite a shock for me. My mom, unable to handle the frustration, passed it down to me through scoldings and emotional abuse. It wasn't Dad's fault either; it had been a stressful day at work, a person died at work site. Imagine how it might feel having to balance work, life, and family all at the same time. It was quite about time to leave, so we came down in no time, ready to depart as the car was waiting downstairs.

You know how people say, "it is both a curse and a blessing to feel everything profoundly"? I guess it is a part of growing up. I am feeling such a wide range of emotions, putting myself into so many people's shoes, understanding so many different perspectives, and experiencing so much more than I even realize. Why is this happening to me? Jharu, our cook, bid us goodbye. I could feel the pain in his eyes as he saw us leave.

I got into the car, crying and smiling at the silliest things. I couldn't bear the thought of stepping foot in this house for the last time, seeing the place for the last time (immediately spotting the celebration sphere at the opposite of the alley), riding this car for the last time, and passing through this alley for one last time.

“I'll miss you, my Scorpio.”

While I was busy wiping away my tears, I saw a groom on his way to his wedding with a band and a number of guests passing through the same road as us. Today is a memorable day in his life. At the same time, I saw an ambulance rushing from the opposite direction. Someone is enjoying the best day of his life, while someone is witnessing the last day of his life. I realized that life is not the same for everyone.

It was time for us to cross the overbridge to get to platform number 3. While we carried the small luggage, our driver carried the largest of them all—the big, heavy suitcase. He squinted his eyes as he lifted the suitcase, and I could feel the difficulty through his facial expressions. He carried it with one hand and walked down the steps until he gasped for breath. I was glad I didn't have to do it. Life is different for everyone. It was very hard on him. Although he'd get paid for every little thing he helped us with, who would involve themselves in such hard labor for some money? The term "social position" explains it all (according to society, not me). I felt pity just by looking at him.

While we were walking, I saw a bookstore on the platform, and joy spread through my eyes. Nothing can make a vivid reader/observer/writer happier than books. I wished someone could see me and understand what I was feeling at that moment, but Dad didn't stop at the bookstore. I realized that Dad doesn't know me well enough to know that I love books. He never had the chance to spend enough time with me in his life, as he had always lived away.

As I'm writing this journal, sitting on the platform waiting for my train to arrive, I see hundreds of things happening to hundreds of people that I could note down. But guess what? I don't have a hundred hands to capture those different moments simultaneously while they're still in action.

My dad tried to make up for what happened by talking to me, but I'm hard to please.

As the train was about to arrive, my dad was confused about whether our compartment would come to the left or right of the platform. We ran left—maybe not this side—so we ran right, with our driver carrying our large, heavy suitcase. Then again, left. The train arrived, and we were trying to match its pace, running with our luggage to B3, which was far to the left. We kept speeding up, and my mom exclaimed in frustration, "How much more do we have to walk?"

My dad replied, "Just a little more."

I laughed.

Here we have my mom, who gets frustrated at the smallest things, and my overly patient dad, who's about to lose his patience due to this woman. What a sweet pair.

*A pinch of sarcasm*

We got into the train, and my dad and the driver went off after lifting up all the luggage, as the train could leave any second. The train started to move, and I could feel all those emotions again. Tears came to my eyes, and I struggled to wipe them away while I watched my dad growing distant (the train was moving away from the platform) until I could see him no more.