#even if it was unconsciously it feels very messed up to me tbh

[bean-spring]

Something we don't talk enough about is how Viktor's guilt for Sky's death brings him to do all of this with the whole "she had such dreams..." pretext, but in the end she ends up just becoming Viktor's dream. Viktor's assistant once again until she dies for a second time. At the end of the day, Sky's just a concept for Viktor. She's humanity. She's the message he wants to offer, despite not being her own message at all and choosing it for her. She's this perception he has of partner, this dynamic and relationship he can't have anymore with Jayce that he projects onto Sky but it's not the same so it's just him choosing and her following. "I will miss our talks" / "No you won't" is after all Viktor letting go of his humanity but in Sky's POV I believe it's more of a "no, yes, I know you won't. These weren't our talks".

[autisticgaypirates]

gettin' frisky (NSFW!) (*´ω｀*)

writing this because i'm OVULATING 💜

you guys already know wtf is gonna go down rn

fem!afab!reader, established relationship

obviously nsfw, mdni!!!!!! nothing suuuper freaky but y'know.. you can't have smut without getting your freak on a little

includes zoro, sanji, and ace

zoro ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

- not big on foreplay at all, like don't even bother wondering if he'll be a tease because he won't

- oh he loves being dominant..... oh he LOVES it

- always missionary or doggy style, he likes being on top and getting the whole view

- will go even harder if you call him sir or daddy

- tbh? he's kinda a sadist, but not in a seriously harmful or hurtful way

- i mean sadist in a wants-to-smack-your-ass-so-hard-it-leaves-a-handprint way

- even though he's not a very talkative person, he LOVES to talk you through it

- he'll degrade you if you're cool with it, but if you do as he says you'll get a lot of praise

- LOVESSS to finish inside you

- he's not good at the whole aftercare thing, so you might just need to remind him your kinda.. y'know.. dripping his children

you lay beneath him in a mating press with the sound of the creaking bed and deep, heavy breaths in the background. his calloused fingers interlink with yours, pushing your hands above your head to ensure that you have no power. "you little slut, is this what you wanted for so long?" he said deeply, ramming himself inside you even harder than before. his grip on your hands tightens. "huh? huh?? you can't be silent forever. this is my pussy, and you're my bitch, answer me." you let out a high-pitched moan and choke out your next words. "y-yes zoro! it's everything i wanted!" his grip loosens as he smirks, looking down at you like you're his prey. he softens his thrusts a bit, just so he doesn't bruise your cervix. "goooood girl," he coos. "and who's pussy is this?" "yours, sir." he picks up his pace again. "and who do you belong to?" your legs begin to shake. "y-you, sir! i'm yours sir!" he goes full force as your breath hitches, a hungry smile plastered on his face. he licks his lips at you as you make your pretty sounds. "you're doing so good, i'm so close, pretty girl." his jaw hangs open as he lets out soft whimpers that harmonize with your whines as you both finish at the same time. he slowly pulls out as he watches it all pour out of you. he smirks at the sight before looking at you and placing a lazy kiss on your lips. he flops down beside you, an unconscious smile on his face as his eyes begin to flutter shut. "um..." you say, tapping him on the shoulder. he sits up and sees you pointing at your mess. "a little help here?" you say with a laugh.

sanji ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

- sanji doesn't fuck, he makes love

- even though he's all over women and seems incredibly perverted, he doesn't care for the idea of hooking up with a random woman

- LOVESS foreplay and taking his sweet time

- very much a switch tbh

- his favorite position is cowgirl, but when he's feeling more romantic and less frisky, he's big on missionary

- BIIIIIIIG mommy kink (when submissive) and praise kink

- he's either whispering sweet nothings in french or screaming your name two octaves higher than his normal voice, no in between

- when he's in control though, it's so intimate and genuine and he loves loving you

- he only cares about you, he doesn't care if he'll explode if he doesn't cum, he'll wait until you're ready too

- as much as he'd love to finish inside you, he's kinda afraid to, so he'll always make sure to pull out right after you're done

- will immediately clean you up and make you tea and tuck you into bed, you're his princess

both shirts were now off, your pants off and on the floor. with sanji above you, he slowly and passionately kisses you, one hand holding him up and the other undoing his belt. after getting his pants off, he hooks two fingers on the edge of your panties that you wear specially for him. he looks up at you with soft eyes. "may i?" he says gently. you nod in response as he pulls them down and off your leg. "même si la mer nous entoure, son scintillement n'est pas comparable à toi," he whispers, slowly spreading your legs open. he leaves gentle kisses along your soft thighs before reaching your womanhood. he kisses it deeply, just grazing over your clit, before dipping his tongue in and having a taste for himself. his refusal to break eye contact with you as he eats you out drives you crazy, and he knows it. when you ever so slightly begin to feel your high, he pulls away. "merci, belle," he tells you, aligning his shaft with you. he slowly pushes himself in, making both of you let out a groan of pleasure. he bites down on his lip hard as he grips the sheets beneath you. he begins to move slowly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you do the same back, letting out a quiet whimper with each thrust. he gently places a hand on your stomach, brushing it across your body and all your curves in admiration. his hand ends up on the side of your face, cupping it. he leans in close to your ear. "you are love. we are an art, mon amour." he plants a kiss on your temple before picking up his pace, going a little harder. with a consistent rhythm and floods of sweet nothings, sanji is finally starting to reach his climax. "i love you," he whispers before going full force on you. his eyes hardly ever leave yours, and if they do, they're admiring the sculpture in which your body was crafted into. "i love you," you whisper back, breathily. "i love you," you say a little louder. "i love you sanji, fuck, i love you!" you borderline yell your admiration for him as you come down from your high, sanji's pace settling. he pulls out and finishes on your stomach, truly believing you two created a masterpiece. "i love you. i'll be right back," sanji tells you before throwing a towel around his waist and leaving the room. you already know where he's going. he's grabbing a damp rag to clean you with, a cup of your favorite tea, and running you a hot bath with your favorite scented candle. this is what making love really means.

ace ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

- i'm gonna be so honest, he's so unserious about literally everything

- like you'll whip your tits out and this man will go "WOWZA!"

- he very much likes when you give him head beforehand, it gets him hard, hot, and ready

- very much dominant, but that's just because he's so passionate and so excited that he just wants to get going

- he LOVESSS doggy style, he's very much an ass man (he loves your face equally though don't worry) and he loves to smack your ass

- he's not huge on the romantic aspect and very much himself even in the bedroom

- very very chatty, loves to hear the changes in your voice and REALLY loves when you can't even speak

- when you think he's giving his all, girl not even close you just got started

- he'll compliment you on EVERYTHING, idk he kinda has this thing where he just needs to talk to you

- will ALWAYS ask if you want him to cum in you or pull out, and if you don't answer, he pulls out and cums on your ass

- aftercare with ace is so fucking funny because he'll talk about it like a sports event

you were on your knees in front of him, his shaft now covered in your saliva. he brushes his hand down your hair. "good job baby," he coos. you look up as he smiles down at you. "i'm ready for ya," he says with a smile. you stand up to an immediate smack on the ass. "c'mon pretty girl, ass up for me, i can't wait much longer," he tells you eagerly. you crawl onto the bed, ass up as you rest on your elbows. another smack, this one harder than the other. you let out a small whimper. "what a pretty sight for me," ace says under his breath, squeezing your ass and placing the tip along your slit. "a pretty pussy and nice, big ass on a beautiful girl." you suddenly feel his length push inside you, causing you to let out a yelp. he starts rocking back and forth, slow but hard. you feel his hands grip your hips to pull you up higher. each thrust makes you let out a noise of delight. "pussy is so good babe, and it's all for me?" ace asks you sweetly. "yes, yes all for you," you mutter, somehow already choking on your own words. he gives your ass another hard smack. "thank god," he mumbles before going harder into you. the wooden bed beneath the two of you is loud, and it almost feels unstable. "oh god... ah yeah," ace says, going even faster than he did before. "ohhh fuck yeah, you love it when i fuck you hard like this, huh?" "i- i fuck- i fucking love it!" "yeah? you love me, too?" "yes, yes, i- i love you, ace!" he keeps his speed but rams into your even harder. you can't speak at this point. you're yelling his name and letting out choked moans. "i love you so fucking much.." ace says with gritted teeth. "i love you, i love this pussy, i love this ass, i- gah, fuck! in or out?" "i-in!" the two of you are yelling at each other at this point. "oh god, oh god i'm cumming, mm fuck i'm cumming babe!" ace releases everything he has inside you, and the feeling of his length twitch right on your g-spot is enough to bring you to your climax as well. he slowly pulls out with a hiss, watching it all pour out of you. "damn... we did good," he says with a laugh. he grabs the towel nearby and cleans you up to the best of his ability. when he's done, you lower your hips onto the bed and flop down on your back as he crawls over to lay next to you. "have you like..." ace begins to ask. "... been doing squats lately? i always knew you had a great ass but-" "ugh, ace really?" you say with a laugh. "it's true! and y'know what, i found out that i really like when you tell me you love me during all that." you laugh and place a kiss on his forehead. "noted."

ok so this was insane lowkey and i did NOT expect to write that much for sanji but shit happens when you have a uterus

[pinkbeanii]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝓓𝔂𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓻˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

-an unconventional date night w/ jongseob-

A/N: inspired by @soulseobie and their Soul one shot, also @kisseobie made the og prompt. This is my first time posting my writing to tumblr so please be nice!! Constructive criticism is welcomed!

Warnings: mentions of wandering hands but entirely sfw, pet names (baby, babe, beautiful, sweetheart), like two-ish kisses but no details, shirtless jongseob but no description

It doesn't matter if you have experience or not with hair, Jongseob trusts you implicitly.

He has so much confidence that even if you have no clue what you're doing it'll turn out okay, and if not then-

“it's just hair baby, it'll grow out eventually!”

Seobie is pretty laid back about the color, obviously he has opinions but yours are more important to him.

Definitely wants to go with you to get supplies, and he's attached to your hip the whole time. It's fun honestly, how involved he wants to be.

"what about this one babe? think I could pull off neon green?"

"oooo, they have rainbow bowls! we have to get some!"

"do you think we'll need a hair treatment for after?"

Very insistent on paying, saying that it's his hair you're doing and it's the least he can do. Tbh, hair stuff can be pretty expensive so you really aren't complaining.

Once you have all the supplies and your space is set up (covered in paper and plastic wrap as to not stain anything) Jongseob is practically bouncing in excitement.

He's gotten his hair done before, obviously, but it's his baby who's doing it this time, ofc he's excited!

Jongseob is dressed in some random old band tee of his, and forced you to wear one as well. It doesn't matter if you were wearing stuff you didn't mind getting dye on, he insists on his shirt.

"no, this is not just bc I like how you look in my clothes, I just don't want you to get dye on your pretty outfit!"

[It definitely is, and he is absolutely pouting when you accuse him of it]

Assuming his hair is already blonde (it is at the time of writing this) you guys start with color right away. He wants to be surprised, so he doesn't even look while you're mixing the color or applying it.

He's very chatty the whole time, still feeling excited and energetic. Which was cute and sweet at first, but he kept moving his head, causing you to mess up in certain areas and get dye places it really shouldn't be.

"babe, you gotta stop moving, I got dye on your neck again!"

"I'm sorry! I'll try not to."

He tries his best not to move too much, but as you finish up the back and move to the front, the moving becomes touching.

Seobie is normally pretty touchy with you, but as nice as his hands feel running up and down your thigh, it's also really distracting.

His hands don't wander too much, he really doesn't want to disturb you! But it's an unconscious thing, his hands just gravitate to your skin whenever they have a chance.

If you point it out he'll get kinda sheepish-

"oh, I didn't realize. your skin is just so soft and warm!"

When you're applying near the roots of his hair, towards his scalp, he gets shivers from the cool temperature. No matter how many times you get your hair dyed, it's always a weird feeling to have goopy dye on your scalp

As you get to his bangs and move in front of him, he gets an idea.

It's pretty obvious, at least to you, when Jongseob has a plan to do something, but being so immersed in applying the dye you didn't notice.

Just as you finish painting a stripe of dye, he pulls you fully onto his lap. Hands gripping your hips making sure you can't squirm out of his reach.

"JONGSEOB!"

"what? I want you here with me, isn't it easier than trying to stand?"

"you could have given me some warning, and what if I'd gotten dye on you? and I don't think that-"

*kiss*

"I want you here, please."

Not being able to say no to his pleas, and feeling quite comfortable in his lap, you stay seated.

Finishing up the front was easy. Using your gloved hand you massage any left over dye into his hair, making sure every strand is coated.

With your hands in his hair Jongseob relaxes even more, leaning into your touch and letting out a whine when you stop-

"felt good, keep going?"

Ofc you indulge him for a while longer, he's so sweet when he asks so it's only natural.

After finally pulling your hands out of his hair and removing your gloves, you hand him the neon orange shower cap he'd insisted on at the beauty store.

Seobie smiles when you turn around, the neon shower cap stretched over his head. He reaches for you again, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you between his legs.

"wanna play switch while this sets?"

After about 30 minutes the timer you'd set rings, signalling that it was time to wash out the hair dye.

You both got settled in the bathroom. Jongseob on the floor, upper body resting against the bathtub, neck stretched so his head was over the tub.

You tucked a rolled towel under his neck, hoping it would help lessen the uncomfortable feeling. Seobie gave you a thumbs up-

"thanks beautiful, feels fine don't worry."

You both thanked the universe that the shower head was detachable, and began the rinsing process.

Jongseob relaxed as your hands entered his hair again. He'd always had a soft spot for you playing with his hair, something you used to your advantage whenever you could.

As you worked to rinse his hair water splashed around, landing everywhere. No matter how hard you tried to minimize it, the water had a mind of its own.

By the time you were halfway done the floor outside the bathtub was damp and so was Jongseob, mostly his shirt. Which he promptly took off as soon as you gave him a break to sit up.

Seobie balled up the tshirt and tossed it up to the counter, turning to you shamelessly.

Ofc you'd seen him like this before, but it still left your face hot and needing to look away.

"what's got you so shy sweetheart, nothing you haven't seen before."

This boy... He's just... Cocky isn't the right word, but it was more than confidence. Maybe comfortable is a good word for it. He knew he was safe with you, so being shirtless didn't leave him feeling "exposed"

Once you got ahold of yourself it was time to continue rinsing.

It took quite a bit before the water ran clear, during which you took advantage of your position to occasionally glance at the shirtless boy under you. No matter how many times you'd seen him, it was still a very pretty sight.

When the dye had been fully rinsed out you pulled Seobie to sit up, plopping a dry towel over his head and drying his hair gently.

Neither of you felt like using a hair dryer, so once his hair was mostly dry, tho still slightly damp, you helped him stand.

"ready to show me babe?"

Covering his eyes you walked him in front of the mirror-

"3,2,1!"

Jongseob looked at his new hair with a wide smile, turning his head side to side, admiring it.

After a thorough appreciation of your hard work, he turned to you and gently held your face-

"it looks absolutely perfect baby, knew you could do it!"

His words left your face hot again, making him giggle at your sudden shyness. In turn, he peppered your face with kisses, light pecks scattered everywhere, ending with a sweet kiss to your lips.

An overall enjoyable experience, with a fun outcome. Seobie would definitely ask you to do it again next time he wanted a change.

Thanks for reading!! I hope this was enjoyable, the plot and idea kinda got away from me at times, but I had fun writing it!

Also, in my head the colour would be like a pinky orange, bc I love Seob's orange hair (let's be real, I love all his hair colors) and my favorite hair color on me is pink, so therefore: pinky orange lol

[daydreams-after-dark]

Two words: breath play

Which members are into it?

What kind of breath play do they like?

Oooh so I have a few little thoughts on this topic.

I need to preface this that breath play is a serious topic in terms of risk. Please do not use my ill-informed view of it as anything to apply to real life. Research pls. This is just a romanticized fantasy based discussion for fun and for our imagination.

I can see both Jisung and Hyunjin being on the receiving end of breath play. But go about it very differently to each other.

For Hyunjin it's super sensual. Like he loves the idea of how it looks visually to have a hand wrapped around his neck, or a pretty velvet rope. He even practices this on himself, with a mirror nearby. He wants to see his facial expressions as the air is restricted. He wants to see his ring-adorned hand and slender fingers against his neck. He also likes to involve you, and experiment with you. Do you make similar faces, sounds? Do you get just as aroused? And what would happen if he splays a hand across your neck while he fucks you?

Jisung's needs are a little different. He likes to participate in breath play to heighten his sense of panic. He wants to be a blubbering mess and surrender entirely to you. Although he does play around on his own and he uses his dom side to dom himself.. so he's playing out both his dom and sub side (if that makes sense). He likes the fear and the feeling of lightheadedness. When it comes to when he's in command of you, his favourite thing to do is make you choke on his cock and pinch your nose (pretty sure I've written him doing this). He loves the tears stream down your face as your eyes lose focus.

Felix is a maybe on receiving, but I don't know if I see him into it? I feel like he's more into nipple clamps and anal plugs (something to explore another day perhaps?)

Binnie and Chan. Dick choking, and corsetting (applying pressure to your chest). For some reason I think those two would be down for that. Both make them feel strong and powerful. Masculine. They often like it when you play a subdued and helpless role. They'll take care of you after and make sure you're okay. Big tough guys are softies really.

Jeongin. Deranged fucker likes to put various masks and bags over your head. He's more of a risktaker than the others. He thinks he knows enough about this entire topic that he has confidence that nothing will go wrong. He never acts purely on impulse and every move is calculated. The man researches first. He's got a collection of BDSM literature, a BDSM coach. He's giving me kidnapper vibes for real.

Lee Know. Straight up likes to see you squirm. He usually likes collars and ropes that he can tighten gradually. Or just a simple veiny hand around you woks. He's a more in the heat of the moment guy, but he's so in tune with you that he knows if you're up for it. You love nothing more than seeing his eyes as they watch you intently as he squeezes. He loves to come inside you when you're at the brink of unconsciousness.

Suengmin. I actually don't see him into breath play as much as he's into spanking you with a paddle, or calling you names. He's more about power games through the way he treats you. Degrading and mean when you're role playing, but kind and sweet the rest of the time. I really want to explore more about Seungmin tbh. He's mostly depicted as cold and mean (just like l just described him), but I think he's actually a big softy.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin

[strawb3rryshake]

hi, i love cameron so much, i would save your hcs abt cameron if u ever make one, pls do bbg😞❤️‍🩹

(@wordssricochet this is for you. and me. I hope you enjoy <3)

my richard cameron romance headcanons (pt. 1?)

- “I want a church girlll that go to church, aNd ReAd HeR bIbLe-”

- i’m joking… kind of.

- i bet he’d try to uphold the “no sex till marriage” rule tbh

- ANYWAY

Pre-relationship:

- alright look i feel like cameron is so dense😭

- like he wouldn’t realize you like him like that unless you’re really bold and asked him out early on

- but that’s no fun, SO. we’ll start from the beginning.

- cameron’s not a “love at first sight” kind of guy, he has to really get to know someone first

- so when you started gravitating towards him in the group, asking him for help with schoolwork, and sitting near him during supper, he had ample opportunity to talk to you

- the poets probably didn’t realize anything suspicious until you started snapping at charlie to leave cam alone and generally being on his side of things (or, at least not groaning and scoffing when he got too annoying)

- charlie was probably the first to notice, and the moment you were a little too quick to defend cam or perk up at him being mentioned, he kind of went “oh no. you can’t be serious.”

- naturally, whether you confirmed his suspicions or not, he told the rest of the poets

- and THAT was when things changed.

- cameron likely wasn’t fully aware of his feelings until the other poets started teasing him about it like they knew something he didn’t. for example, why was he taking more time than usual to get ready in the morning? why was he always fixing his hair or his uniform more when you were around? why did he always smile at the things you said? why did he always make weird faces when the other poets did anything physical with you? why was he slightly (and only slightly) more lenient about bending the rules if it was you who suggested it?

- suddenly he was hyper aware of every time you two made eye contact while laughing at something. suddenly he was hyper aware of every time you two accidentally brushed shoulders while walking. suddenly he was hyper aware of the smirks on the other poets’ faces whenever he leaned over to help you with your math homework.

- he started panicking, basically. he wanted to always be perfect around you and he overthought every interaction and this poor boy was a mess on the inside

- of course, cameron wasn’t going to admit a thing to the other poets. if they knew, then they’d surely tell you, and that would be an absolute mess. no, they’d just have to never find out.

- they found out and totally exposed him when you weren’t around.

- after vehement denial and arguing, he finally admitted to them that okay, maybe he did like you.

- it definitely still took a while for this cute (and admittedly terribly annoying) mutual pining thing you two had going on to get anywhere

- even when you both started getting a little more physical (lingering hand brushes, letting your shoes/legs touch while sitting down, nudging each other before making a comment or joke), a little more obvious (spending more time together without the others, unconsciously copying each other, him being notably chivalrous for you), and a little more curious (“wait, did they do that because we’re friends or because they like me?”), there was a sort of standstill

- cameron’s very prideful and very protective of himself, he wasn’t going to risk rejection and the awkwardness that comes with it. he wasn’t going to complicate things and risk ruining a friendship he’d grown to really appreciate.

- until the others teased him about it until he had enough. fine. he’d ask you out if they’d stop bugging him about it.

- he was beyond anxious that entire next day. he put it off as long as he could, not being able to focus in class, being unusually quiet in the hallways, that sort of thing. but when everyone was sent to bed for the night, and you and him were the only two left, he finally blurted it out.

- “hey, so uh… would you wanna go hang out this weekend? without everyone else?”

- “…like a date?”

- “yeah. if you want it to be.”

- and you smiled. and you told him you’d love for it to be a date. and finally, it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Dating:

- cameron’s definitely a good boy, the kind you’d take home to your parents and when he leaves they’d go “what a nice boy” bc he’d be polite and respectful the whole time

- if you’re also a bit of a goody two shoes (like me) you guys end up becoming the tired parents of the friend group

- in the beginning of the relationship most planned dates are more on the formal side (he’s very traditional and wants to impress you) but over time he loosens up a bit and dates get more casual

- i don’t really see him using pet names, the only nicknames he’d use would be versions of your name (unless someone was flirting with you, but we’ll get to that in a moment)

- if you’re the type to use pet names, he’s fine with it as long as they’re not… embarrassing. please don’t call him your little carrot cake (or do, please do, just to see the way his entire face turns red)

- (btw he’s typically good at keeping his cool but you’d learn how to make him blush bc us gingers are so pale and blush WAY TOO EASILY and you’d think it’s adorable when he gets nervous)

- he gets jealous pretty easily and would start getting protective the moment it seemed like someone was flirting with you. if it was a stranger hitting on you, that would be one of the only times he’d call you by a pet name, just so they’d get the hint and leave you alone. if it was someone he knew, who was aware you two were together, he’d either wrap an arm around you or straight up tell them to back off

- speaking of physical contact, affection!

- generally, he’s not huge on pda. especially not in class because he’s trying to focus. in hallways he might be okay with brief kisses or little hand squeezes but that’s about it

- when he holds your hand he does the little thumb rub

- sometimes you two sneak into his room when charlie’s not around just to cuddle and enjoy each other’s company for a bit

- He props himself up on his elbow and talks to you as you lay next to him, his hand absentmindedly sliding through your hair or fingers tracing up and down your arm

- I have this hc with every freckled character but sometimes during these moments you lean over him and count his freckles or trace shapes between them. he acts like you’re weird for doing it, but when you see his eyes eventually flutter shut and a soft smile form on his lips, you know he doesn’t mind.

- kisses with him are very slow and sweet. it actually took a little while for kissing to be anything but 100% innocent because he’s a little scared of taking things too far

- he really loves holding you close and breathing you in and letting his brain relax for a few moments

- he likes doing favors for you and helping you out when he can

- the first time you stole clothes from him he didn’t notice until you were sitting with the other poets to study one evening

- “is that… my sweater? where did you even get that?”

- he acts annoyed but deep down he finds it absolutely adorable

- if you ever left a sweater or something in his room he’d hold it close to him all night and pretend you were there

- he loves when you compliment him. even the smallest compliment is enough to boost his ego. the poets start begging you (jokingly, kind of) to stop telling him things because he always talks about it and it’s insufferable

- the two of you brag about each other a lot to the others. some of them find it amusing, but the others want to cover their ears and groan until you stop.

- there’s quite a bit of banter between you two. he loves debating things with you because he wants to hear your opinions (and he wants to win). i feel like you guys would jokingly insult each other too, in the kind of way where it’s okay if you say it but if the other poets say it you tell them off

- actual arguments send him into a bit of a panic, though. he knows he has flaws and that he’s defensive and prideful and struggles to admit when he’s wrong, but the last thing he’d ever want is to hurt you

- issues in the relationship might come up and linger for a while, but at some point he pulls you aside to talk about it (and apologise if need be)

- it takes a while for him to use the L-word. he thinks it a lot, but thinking something and saying it are two completely different things, and he takes it pretty seriously.

- the first time he’d ever say it would likely be during a more tender moment between you. he’d mumble the words against your lips or against your skin, then quickly pull away and say that you don’t have to say it back or anything but—

- “i love you, too.”

- “…oh.”

- he’d get a little embarrassed and try (and fail) to fight back a big smile

- he’s already terribly soft for you but hearing you say these words becomes his new weakness

- altogether i just think he’d be the sweetest boyfriend and you’d both learn and grow a lot from each other

- things might not always be the easiest between you two but you’ve got yourself a keeper, please don’t break this boy’s heart

i hope you guys enjoyed these, i wasn’t planning on the lists being so long but i got a little self-indulgent along the way (i hope they’re still realistic and i don’t sound crazy). i tried to cover all (sfw) bases but knowing myself i’ve forgotten a few things and i’ll just have to make more cam content in the future

[funnyscienceman]

tbh i dont think the penultimate chapter of ghost trick is ever going to leave me.

(spoilers below the cut)

like, you've just spent how-many minutes, maybe most of an hour, trying to stop a missile from exploding on impact, then trying to help your friend who can't swim and her friend who's a child and unconscious and also can't swim find somewhere safe while the submarine you're all stuck in is capsizing from the aforementioned missile. the water is rising, the music is as intense as your heart rate trying to figure out the damn cracks in the tubes so the hot air escaping doesn't hurt your friend, just clearing a path and making a path as you go along. then you're finally safe from the water, you've found someone else who's also stuck here (nevermind the part where he's the guy you thought was the main villain all this time), you're all reeling from everything in a room turned 90° because of the capsizing, and… there's still no escape.

you're sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

no one even knows you're here, everyone who did is either dead or too far away to help. if they even find out about you, it'd already be too late. You're out of reach of everybody else.

on top of all of that, you, the ghost who started this night waking up to realize he'd died, and can't remember his own name, much less his face — you still can't remember who you were in life. you had an idea during most of the night, but that's been disproven. the guy you thought you were is stuck down here too, so what the hell does any of it matter?

after Yomiel's explained everything - his motive for revenge, the ghost powers, etc - yeah, you have a lot of questions answered, but… as Yomiel says, "The only thing left to do now is wait for water pressure to crush this submarine."

there's a very brief bargaining phase where you try coming up with ideas to get out or get help, but they're quickly shut down. the submarine rumbles as more water rushes in, as more of the sub is crushed.

Lynne, your friend, suddenly says to Yomiel, "I think I kind of understand now, what you've been feeling these ten years. This feeling… cut off from the world, all alone in a submarine… Sinking slowly towards the bottom of an endless sea… This must be how you felt all along."

all while motherfucking Chained Past is playing, because the ghost trick devs are cruel sadistic assholes who throw the goofiest character designs and hijinks at you before sucker punching you with tragedies that could all be summarized as "if people werent so fcking stupid and shitty we wouldnt be in this mess"

anyway i love the part where a house dog and a stray cat save the day

[poisoned-pearls]

okay okay, THEIF AU. hear me out

the tweels are mafia implied??? iirc lmao but azul mobster vs jamil viper swiper

jamil is a theif for hire and azuls just a silly mob boss silly guy :3 but jamil gets paid BIG BUCKS one day, to steal from azul. he does and is the ONLY person who has ever succeeded on azul. he gets snapped into this infatuation because he NEEDS jamil by his side.

you know how he tries to get jamil to join octavinelle..? yeah thats him trying to get jamil to be his mob wife. he starts STALKING forums to see who hires jamil and what they want him to steal. he starts showing up to all the places jamil does, even canceling important business meetings in order to see jamil, just to pester him.

"we could rule together, side by side." "i can give you anything you want, all the riches of the world. you wouldn't have to move a finger, with me, if thats what you desired, love." -azul, probably.

and jamil "i just stole important shit from you??" viper is CONFUSED AS HELL because this important guy, isn't doing anything to enact revenge. so he thinks that azul is trying to conn him, to hurt him. he cant imagine that azul would be genuine in his attempts.

so they play cat and mouse. (aka azul follows him on his hires and lets jamil steal his stuff (tweels are ???))

meanwhile, azul has been personally ensuring the safety of jamil, even though zu doesn't know his real identity so he protects him on jobs and stuff. then one day the worst happens and jamil gets knocked unconscious. azul is immediately in action (probably uhh does some erm bad things to the guys who did it tbh!) and takes azul to his base to nurse him back to health and make sure hes not concussed.

when jamil wakes up hes so confused because 1.) where is he? 2.) what happened? 3.) why is his mask still on?

you would assume if you get kidnapped by people who want to hurt you, you would have your identity revealed. in rushes azul, who immediately starts fretting over him. checking his forehead, asking if hes okay etc.

jamil just looks at him and asks "why is my mask on?"

and azuls kinda stumped because, why ask that of all questions. he just says "why, is it hurting you? im sorry, i didnt want to force you to reveal yourself to me."

and jamil just melts because thats the kindest thing hes ever heard (he needs therapy and good friends fr)

(jamil is probably really flexible and agile, moving like a cat while azul is just stiff as a board (its okay hes packing heat))

how dare you put this into my head. I love it. (also how did you know about the mafia fic sitting in my drafts.)

Jamil for the asims forcefully, so Azul IS using his spy just to figure out where he’s going. He’s utterly INFATUATED. He’s full on prepared to see him constantly. He HAS a ring on him whenever to propose before people even realize he likes him.

Azul definitely has him on a list of “you do not hurt these people unless YOU want to be hurt. Badly,” so very few people mess with him on his runs. It almost concerns him.

When Jamil IS like, shot, Azul is going absolutely insane. No one except for his men in that room is safe. If Jamil has to leave with a shot everyone else is leaving with something worse.

He’s fretting over him for DAYS. When they get their doctors to treat the bullet wound he is in that operating room as well. Every single second he has is dedicated to staying by Jamil’s side.

When Jamil wakes up he shoots up immediately, which gets Azul to straighten up too. He’s sitting over in the corner and is immediately like “you’re up! Do you feel okay?- don’t- don’t move your arm it’ll just irritate it- do you want anything? Food, water? I can get you whatever you want.”

“Why is this….” As he gestures to the mask on his face.

“Hm? Does it hurt? I didn’t want to force you to reveal yourself but if you need to take it off I can close my eyes-“

Jamil is like. Beyond suprised. What.

He ends up staying around Azul’s base for a while (Azul is definitely like “oh I just want to make sure they don’t put you back to work when you’re still healing) and he doesn’t realize that he was given the second best room in that place. The only reason he didn’t get the first was because Azul couldn’t clear out his own room in time. But best believe, if Jamil even mentioned something like it Azul would be gone and it would be his.

The entire time Azul is trying to PROVE how happy Jamil could be as his husband. He’s full on courting this man. Everyone in his mob is fucking terrified of messing up around him. Azul’s standards are through the roof so everyone else has to be too.

Azul brings him giant bouquets, expensive accessories, even tailored clothing to his exact size. All of the attendants around the house are told to pay attention to what Jamil wants so he can get it without him even asking. Every time Jamil wants to eat he’s getting expensive food, prepared by their best chefs.

and the entire time Jamil wants to resist, but he just… can’t. Over at the asims he WAS a servant, he didn’t get this kind of treatment, and Azul really wore down his walls the moment he woke up.

Once Jamil has fully recovered though, he doesn’t really want to go back. So one day during dinner he’s just like “I’ll marry you.”

“W-what?”

“I Said, I’ll marry you. You’ve proven your point, I like this. And…. It seems fun to have a mob boss wrapped around my finger.”

Azul’s face is fucking burning alive at that point. (He is however, very much like “and I will gladly stay wrapped-) he pulls the ring out of his pocket and slides it over to him.

“You have this on you?”

“I always do-“

[beacedocrime]

Welcome to

Artemis reads:

Why am I so incredibly late? I got a fit of motivation for drawing and was going to ride it out to its full capacity. Currently taking a break.

Where's May 15? Didn't have much to say for that chapter tbh.

Okay, now, here we go.

God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already.

Continuing the trend of Jonathan making me very sad the moment I open an email. I want to give this man a blanket, hot chocolate, and a good night's sleep

If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place the Count is the least dreadful to me; that to him alone I can look for safety, even though this be only whilst I can serve his purpose.

Fuckkkkk, now he feels that he might be dependent on Dracula, believes that he might be the lesser evil, whilst also being fully aware that the moment he stops serving whatever purpose the Count has kept him for, he will have outlived his usefulness. Shitttt, yeah dude that is a maddening situation

for now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me.

A+ for coping mechanisms

The Count's mysterious warning frightened me at the time; it frightens me more now when I think of it, for in future he has a fearful hold upon me. I shall fear to doubt what he may say!

Oh lord, can't this guy catch a break? Just a little one? Doubt is creeping in, it seems

When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took a pleasure in disobeying it. The sense of sleep was upon me, and with it the obstinacy which sleep brings as outrider.

On one hand, I'm proud of him for being rebellious. On the other, man's gonna get himself killed

and unthinking of and uncaring for the dust, composed myself for sleep.

Dude does not have allergies, huh?

Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer—nearer.

GET- GET AWAY FROM HIM. FUCK. DON'T YOU DARE- HOLY SHIT

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me.”

Get fucked Dracula, Jonathan's not your toy to play with. By the Lord, everybody sucks here (in quite the literal sense too lmao)

If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half-smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror; but as I looked they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag.

WHAT. Did a child just die. Did we just read about a child that just died. They just did that. Oh my.

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.

No! Dracula is right there! Don't faint with that creep right there! Jonathan you're gonna give me a heart attack.

To be sure, there were certain small evidences, such as that my clothes were folded and laid by in a manner which was not my habit.

Did Dracula change him? When he was unconscious?? Eughh. Like I said, creep

My watch was still unwound, and I am rigorously accustomed to wind it the last thing before going to bed, and many such details.

What I'm getting from this is that now Jonathan's sense of time will be even more messed up, right?

But these things are no proof, for they may have been evidences that my mind was not as usual, and, from some cause or another, I had certainly been much upset. I must watch for proof.

Sure, maybe they're not proof, but also, surely you’re still aware that you probably didn't dream all of that, right? You're not falling for the gaslighting, right?? Right???

As I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were—who are—waiting to suck my blood.

Okay so he knows it wasn't some fever dream. Good, good.

May 12 /

May 18

[beanghostprincess]

Including Kaya in any sort of Usopp ship is just peak I gotta say. Personally also a fan of Usopp writing her all the time and them conversing over letter and him just more and more opening up to her about also crushing on Sanji and god, yeah they talked about it , about being open, about not being monogamous, but it’s always so easy in theory and Usopp completly understands if she doesn’t feel like this anymore but he at least thinks Sanji deserves to know, but he loves Kaya so much so he wants to set the record straight with her first…

And then he finally gets an answer back from her and it’s just a “GO FOR IT!” Written in gigantic letters across the entire page with her even including a few hearts and an adorable doodle of herself giving a thumbs up in the corner. Usopp almost dies from love because “My girlfriend is so cool!” But also “I need to gather my nerves and ask Sanji out on a date this instant I will not dissapoint you Kaya I will go for it!!”

this is so, so sweet,,, my heart is melting. see? it's gone. i'm completely devastated. that's so,,, cute,, and so real,,

the thing with kaya and usopp is that they're best friends first, and a couple second. like, of course they love each other romantically but the first thing kaya does when usopp tells her about sanji is to be the biggest supporter in the whole world. she would go CRAZY with this information and tease usopp with it and tell him constantly about how he needs to confess asap!!! she's all like: "dear, you're the sweetest man on this earth how the hell could he reject you?! and besides, to me, he looks like he's very... very interested in you too."

as a person who has been in a poly relationship like, twice (didn't really work because turns out i was demiromantic. and a lesbian. and tbh my life is a mess. don't you ever take advice from me) i can confirm that this is exactly how it would go:

usopp: are you sure you don't mind? i really do i like sanji, but i want you to be comfortable with this- kaya: babe, we're like seas apart and you've been away for years. we talked about this before you sailed. i honestly thought you and sanji were already dating. usopp: i am kind of confused right now bc you said this with a cute voice but i feel like i'm being judged kaya: GO CONFESS!!! I DON'T MIND!!! plus, i like your navigator usopp: AWESOME!! I'M GONNA GO- wait what

honestly, bold of you to assume pirates are monogamous, usopp.

not to mention that he would send her letters constantly about it. like. pages and pages of letters asking her how she's doing and replying to what she previously has told him, to then tell her how much he misses her and wants to see her again!! and then there are like, pages and pages of usopp going into a spiral of homosexuality. going insane. he's so down bad it hurts to watch. and kaya reads all of that and has to deal with her anxious long-distance boyfriend trying to remind him that sanji is most definitely into him too.

usopp would be so, so careful with this, too. because what if sanji finds these letters???? he would instantly die.

also, i love this whole poly thing because i can totally see sanuso dating and usopp still talking about kaya to sanji like, unconsciously. because he loves her very much. and he instantly regrets it because what if it makes sanji feel bad??? but then sanji is just like, looking at him with a love-sick expression and enjoying every second of this and saying he really, really wants to meet kaya.

nami teases usopp a lot because he definitely has a type. and he doesn't really get it until one day the sunlight shines perfectly on sanji, and he smiles, and usopp just realizes kaya and him are more alike than he thought. he's so embarrassed.

and idk i find this whole thing so endearing because no matter who you ship with usopp, if kaya isn't there too i don't want it!!!! she's so supportive and cute and loves usopp so so so much <333

[petrichoraline]

We Are Ep.2 thoughts in chronological order

what peem did in the car trying to convince phum to part their ways is what the youth calls ✨a yap sesh✨ (he tried ig) (this is what this post is as well)

we're probably never seeing phum use those things he bought ever, he'll just keep hanging around in his engineer shirt

peem has so many ppl ready to square up for him including his auntie and he is recognised by tan as someone who loves his friends very much (which makes the fact tan has sold him away for time with his crush TWICE even worse lmao)

i don't really get phum's insistence on not telling anyone about being phum's "slave", not even tan who got him into the mess or his best friend but it's just his ego ig (aside from plot reasons)

i find pun more relatable now - tags along for the funsies and gets happy around fire

not convinced the beans and pork scene wasn't an ad but im not sure how cause i didn't clock any labels

the scene where peem brings in food and laughs with q feels like improv or breaking left in lol

fai missing cause of upset stomach might be some sort of foreshadowing and i'm a bit worried bout her

the professor is handsome <3 and could pas off as chimon's sibling in a show

q absorbing those noodles was very satisfying idek why lol

peem and q's friendship is in the background but the show still constantly makes it a point that they are really good and loyal best friends

i thought "oh theyre gonna make the sharing food a thing in the future" so when boys showed up i was like "ah, we're doing it immediately? bit boring" but then he didn't share!! joey never shares food!! i think he will in the future though, him being a foodie is a constant thing so i'm guessing we're using it as a sign of compromise in the name of love or smth

satang playing this type of character felt a bit much in the first episode but i think he's getting more comfortable with the role as the show progresses and it look more natural; i'm glad his character isn't the googly eyed mentee and he actually teases a lot and snaps back but knows when to stop playing because q isn't the most patient person. (matt having to jump in like "bro he's serious" was so funny cause i hadn't clocked that either hahah)

the way we can see q flustered at certain points but seemingly unbothered at others is fun because his reactions aren't entirely predictable at this stage as we're still getting to know him. also it's mad cute when he clearly doesn't know what to do with himself

idk how he hasn't asked toey bout why he's in art yet, ig they're just now starting to properly get to know each other

toey took one look at q's back and decided "that's a cool ass aura to base my entire future around!" and tbh that's very young adult of him

q regularly asking about peem's work being submitted, he's honestyly worried <3

the way i cheered for peem burping in phum's face and then went "oh he came back :(" bahah

phum is definitely already planning his day and schedule around peem, i don't think he'd ever tell his friends because he wants to actually keep it going so one of the reasons is to not run into his faculty friends including tan and the second is to have lunch with his unconscious crush AND I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS STUPIDITY

thought peem could overhear the convo behind the car and realise what he was exchanged for but nope, he just dipped; i think that might be a plot point for later

phum not knowing tan has a crush on fang is so weird cause he genuinely acted like he knew while taunting tan, i don't have an explanation for that

fang is their p'!! i was so conviced he was the little brother, ig because of his big round eyes and the way phum acted all protective (that just makes phum cuter tbh)

what is the age difference between bar owner and prof cause i ship it

it took me a bit to realise the nongs were there instead of the full arts gang and i was glad to see toey and q together (also the green sweater is beautiful on toey, hope it makes a comeback)

i was ready to believe fang had some sort of falling out with tan with the way he treated him but tan beaming and enjoying a dreadful setting (no talking, awkward sitting around in a bar with mid music and alcohol) shows that man is glowing just from being in fang's presence (i hope he reaches ridiculous levels of lame for him)

i was screeching when i realised where things were going with wasted peem and seeing him n the bench outside had me exctaticcc (ofc he didnt book a taxi. and ofc they cant just order one for him noww could they)

phum cockblocks but he kinda has to cause there's no reason for fang to be there otherwise; once the ridiculous proposition of him taking peem home comes up he doesn't really fight it at all - he wants to be with peem, sure, but i think he's also pretty okay with tan and fang being a thing

the way i was screaming "just buy the flowers rich boy!!! he wants to go home" and then the kid went to get more lol

ofc he couldnt just leave the flowers in the backseat, peem just has to have them in his lap.. and the seatbelt scene was so predictable but it's too much of a classic with all "figuring things out" parts of a romance that i can't complain

it makes absolutely zero sense aside from people liking people (cause fang knows what he's doing too) that phum would drive peem to his house - a place where tan has sleepovers at all the time and phum hasn't been to before. fang is his brother and they can sleep at the same place as well even if they don't live together but nope. also THAT CAR HAS EMPTY BACKSEATS, if phum wanted to he would've forced them to ride with him to keep an eye on tan

fang is probably planning to launch a big revenge attack on peem and that'd be so funny, those four can get way too entangled, i could get DRAMA out of their plans and schemes (this show is more hidden agenda than hidden agenda was)

tan's energy with fang reminds me of the duracell bunny lmao it's late at night and they've had a few drinks but his mind and body are all focusedon wooing fang (who is playing nonchalant but has probably had a crush on tan as well)

also no way he was just gonna leave tan on the street lol

toey and q aleady work so well together, toey knows his effect on q more or less and q doesn't shy away from being at least a bit vulnerable as of rn; i think they can be one of the best if not the best couple if they have a proper storyline; im certainly enjoying it the more than i thought i would

the fake blush on both toey and peem is ridiculous esp up close but ig they're cartoonishly drnk anyways

auntie took note and now doesn't do facemasks at night, otherwise it would've been an amazing first meeting

"he likes to whine" and she's the one who can't leave the room from complaining sm lol auntie is so cute

ahh, the mandatory "a look around the room shows me you're truly passionate about what you do and you're deeper than i thought" scene..thankfully he didn't mutter "you like painting this much, huh" to nobody cause i was ready to yell HES AN ARTS MAJOR like he kicked you in the balls for a reason doofus

theyre giving us so many closeups of these two and i keep thinking "this is so drama/y im embarrassed" but i have no shame, if it's fun it's fun (and it's pondphuwin, youre not gonna hear me complain about looking at pond's face for too long or from too close)

reaching out to touch his face was a bold choice thoughh i lost it

man down badd man down baddd he was called an asshole and started gleaming like a light bulb

[muffy-official]

I haven't fully developed Gabbys parents and I feel ashamed aaa

Her mother is Joanna Kamiński, Henrys sweet Joanna

Her father is Henry Theodore Garland(fine with being called both names, he's used to that)

Haven't really thought of their full looks nor designs yet, might try to develop that

I had ideas for further lore:

I lowkey forget names I have written down tbh

But her dad mayhaps worked at a newspaper office for a while

Unhappy with the censoring that happened there

Eventually stumbling upon a cleaning lady who seemed to never want to speak, being Gabs future mother

From using gestures he tried to speak for her until her English got better, shielding her from possible discrimination and eventually it clicked between the two

Him perhaps even quitting his old job to pursue journalism as a job rather than a hobby, with her mom she maybe waited a bit or went for simple jobs when she felt the employers were somewhat immigrant friendly

Eventually deciding they wanted a child together

Being nervous, but loving first time parents, probably that's why Babri was so sour when seeing a 6yo Gabby run to her worrying sick father. She had what he never got.

Joanna was also aware of the dangers Henrys job might bring and Henry himself feels awful about said dangers that could happen when he isn't careful

Even if they were loving, they grew more protective over eachother and especially their child due to Henrys semi freelance journalism he's been conducting on Murkoff and hoping, praying even the mob family that did caught up a journalist was here in New Orleans undercover in 46 won't find his families location in Colorado. Unaware it's Murkoff that will take both him and Joanna forcefully from their home in 1950 while Gabby was away. Henry getting beaten unconscious by masked men in the process while Joanna was injected with a anesthetic as she was about to hit one of the many men with a bust she picked up from a little table. The house was left in a mess, somehow nobody caught wind of what happened or perhaps people were forced to look away who knows...

Henrys love language to Joanna was trying to find polish vinyls they could listen and dance to together. Even learning words, backing her up and always being there for her. He loves her dearly, he loves his child, she loves her child. Helping her around the house and with the baby as much as he could, comforting Joanna when news struck that part if not most of their family has been captured, killed or gotten in trouble in Poland. Just unfortunate that Murkoff took them. Even if they didn't, the alternative wouldn't be any better.. who knows what Salvatore Barbi would've done to or with Joanna and little Gabby if he did get his hands on Henry himself if he ever discovered their house in Colorado one way or another.

Henry also has a birthmark under his right eye, Joanna on the lower left corner of her mouth which Gabby ends up having both visible on her face

Henry also tried to avoid serving as much as he could. He couldn't handle thinking about how Joanna feels or leaving their not yet born daughter without a father

Henrys father, Albert hated that his son fell in love and slept with a Polish immigrant, being in that hateful mindset. He decided to just not allow his father to show up ever again, not even to Gabbys birthdays. The kid was only at his place a few times when her grandma Mary Ann was still alive, which she was a sweet woman, embarrassed of her husbands hateful views, but would feel guilty leaving his son behind like this.

Gabby as a child was a very alive and happy little girl, kinda reminding me of Bioshocks little sisters

Even though she still had to deal with mean things due to her hair colour and generally acting a bit different than other kids around her and be careful to not make it shown her mother's a immigrant

Listening to her dads rules to not trust most suited men upfront that may be trying talking to her etc

Her mother telling her to stay away from cops. There was one instance where a 3yo Gabby quietly wandered off from her mother, almost leaving the store as she saw something colourful outside that peaked the toddlers interest, her path getting blocked by a police officer who looked at the child and asked where her parents are, but before he could take further action her mother quickly picked her up seeing this, pointed at herself and left, leaving the man quite confused. Joanna doesn't like speaking in public due to her accent.

And what messes with her years since the disappearance her parents happened is that she eventually accepted they're probably dead, but something feels off about this. Something feels like they may be still here, but she doesn't know where or its just her still staying in denial, not wanting to believe if they're truly long gone.

Ngl I do hope this makes at least some sense and I also hope it's interesting and not bad to read

Update: tried to do a idea sketch for Joanna, not sure if this is the one

It's kinda hard to design parents that resemble their child enough

[bean-spring]

I've seen a lot of people talking about the Jayce/Mel conversation in act 3 and how Jayce is right to have snapped at her because she was manipulating him. Or how he is the most awful man alive for doing so and not asking how she is because she certainly needs someone too. "Mel's manipulative", "Jayce is selfish", etc etc etc.

But people fail to realize that they're two damaged people who have been through life-changing experiences all of a sudden with nobody else to rely on and they handle things differently and, although some of them it is wrong, reacting incoherently is pretty much understandable.

Mel has just realized she's always had this power within her she doesn't know how to control yet. They're choosing her own blood and fate for her, instead, when all she's ever wanted to do is to do it for herself. She unconsciously protected Jayce in the explosion and now she's being blamed for it, too. Now that she finally has the chance to rely on someone she loves and trusts, Jayce is out of it too. And it's messed up and she probably must've felt like shit, to put it plainly. BUT!

I can also see why Jayce would have snapped. Sometimes (and wow, it might sound wild for some of you) people say... Things they don't mean... Or fully believe!!! Jayce has been for god knows how long on his own going through the most traumatic experience of his life and dealing with his lonely, angry, depressing intrusive thoughts. So of course he wants someone to blame. Of course he needs to take out the anger somehow. And it's not okay, don't get me wrong, but I can see why it's Mel. Because after all, it's the easiest thing to do. And after all, they both have used each other (unconsciously. Perhaps on a deeper level and in the very blurry line between work and romance) and I think what Jayce says is true for him at that moment and he is feeling that way, but not really. And they end up making up and coming to terms with their relationship in the end. BUT! (again)

Mel also would have had all the right to snap at him for not giving a single fuck about her. She clearly had gone through her own hell too and he did nothing but attack her. She saved him, even if unconsciously, and now he complains about not saving Viktor too, as if she could control it. He mentions how she used him and Viktor for hextech but... That's her job. And it's not like Jayce wasn't taking benefits from the relationship either. Things got carried away when romance came between them tbh and "they both sort of used each other unconsciously for benefits (aka metaphor for science vs politics)" and "they truly loved and cared for each other" are things that can coexist. And not to mention Jayvik here but yes, even if you ship Jayvik and even if there were parallelisms and Jayce saw Viktor in her, he still loved her. For someone to be so confused and project these feelings there has to be some sort of love there, too, that theory doesn't erase the love they had.

But then again, going full circle, I understand why Jayce would snap at her because emotionally he was feeling like shit and honestly from his POV it's pretty much possible that he could see their situation as Mel being the one to blame at the moment. Even if she isn't and- [going in circles, going in circles...]

So long story short, I highly doubt there are rights and wrongs in this scene. It's just a damaged Jayce snapping at Mel for something he believes is true after going through a traumatic experience and Mel righteously seeking comfort after the same thing.

So if I see another take on this that isn't "they're both so hurt and they hurt each other in some ways and people just tend to act irrationally" I will riot

[augenblicklich-lila]

boy meets girl (Tim Drake x OC)

It's been years since I really published any of my writing. It's scary. But this seems to be the year where I do things I usually wouldn't. So fuck it. Just for funsies. Be nice to me, yeah? Love y'all ♡

I am generally a person who prefers reading/writing with OCs. I do have x Reader stuff though.

That being said: Ameena is my baby but feel free to see her name as a placeholder. I didn't specify much about her tbh and it would feel like getting rid of her if I turned her into Y/N myself T-T.

These two give me 2017/2018 music vibes. Don't ask me what that means. Alexa, play I Like Me Better by Lauv or sth.

- Lila ♡♡♡

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SYNOPSIS: All Ameena wants is a peaceful night at home after a stressful day. Watch some TV until her brain is fried enough to simply pass out. Too bad a certain vigilante ends up crashing her date with her couch. Quite literally.

WARNINGS: Mentions of wounds/injuries and blood, those being treated, etc. All that shebang that comes with being a crime-fighting vigilante. Nothing graphic though.

WORD COUNT: 1957

It had been a tiring day, so Ameena settled on doing absolutely nothing but lying on her couch and watching TV, dressed in an oversized, comfy sweater and shorts, her hair in a messy bun. As she was halfway through Guardians of the Galaxy 2, the lights and every single electronic in her apartment suddenly turned off, making a not-so-silent squeak escape her.

As her hand frantically searched around for her phone, her mind already screamed at her to get some salt and make a circle, just in case. That worry intensified by a hundred times when a crash from her bedroom echoed loudly through her apartment, followed by some pained groans and then utter silence.

She jumped when the lights came back on and waited for more noises, yet Ameena heard nothing. Her body toyed around with the idea of panicking even more, but she forced the anxiousness down and, after grabbing her trusty bat, made her way into her room.

For a moment, the sight made her dizzy. The costume, the gadgets, and oh my god- "Where the heck is all the blood coming from?!" she whisper-yelled to herself, throwing all the questions and confusion out of the window, probably along with her common sense, and dropped her bat, hurriedly checking on the boy. 

There was a big cut on his forehead, more scratches on his arms and face and a gunshot wound in his shoulder. "Please have an exit wound, pleasepleaseplease-" Ameena breathed a sigh of relief when she found it and quickly dashed to the bathroom to get one of the first aid kits she always kept around, starting to clean the wounds and all the blood once she was back in her room, thanking whatever was out there that she was part of her local Emergency Response Team. 

Otherwise, she would've probably fainted. And there was no way she could take him to the ER, dressed like that and unconscious. There was also the fact that he would most likely have no way of identifying himself, and really, that was all just too troublesome.

As she undressed him and tended to his wounds, her mind didn't stop trying to wrap itself around what the hell just had happened. As much as a part of her wished it was just an extremely good cosplayer that had somehow climbed several floors into her secure apartment after he'd gotten into a very bad fight, she knew this was the real deal after seeing all the traps in the suit that she luckily didn't trigger.

"Did I get high? Is there a gas leak?" she ran a hand through her hair, getting up and throwing all the bloody gauze, bandages and towels into the trashcan, eyeing the mess that was her room. "He must've crashed into my dresser when he landed, shit." she gathered all the clothes that were strewn around, shoving the drawers back into place and picking the glass shards from broken picture frames.

The moment she stopped bustling around, the reality of what had occurred crashed down on her. "Oh my god, Tim Drake is in my apartment. What.the.fuck."

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Six hours later, at about four in the morning, Ameena was checking his vitals once more, making sure his pulse and respiration were normal and taking his temperature, frowning when it was quite high compared to the slight warmth she'd felt on his forehead just an hour ago. 

"Maybe he was injured for a while before he even arrived here?" she wondered out loud to herself. That would explain the incoming fever, at least, because she had been very thorough with the cleaning of his wounds and dressing them properly. She gently placed her hand on his hot forehead, jumping lightly when the boy groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open.

"I was," he answered in a hoarse voice, not seeming to realize where he was, or more where he wasn't. He squinted up at Ameena, who quickly snatched her hand away to dim the light of her bedside lamp. "Who- where-?"

"Shh." she gently pushed him back down when he tried pushing himself up into a sitting position, trying to keep her movements to a minimum, not wanting to come off as a possible threat. She knew she'd be freaked about waking up in a place you don't know with a complete stranger. Well, Ameena knew who he was, at least, not that it would matter much. "My name is Ameena and you're in my apartment. Crashed in here, quite literally." she lightly joked, gesturing at her messed-up drawer.

His eyes flickered around the room, taking everything in at a rapid speed. Then they snapped to the shredded remains of his suit and his half-naked state, his chest that was covered expertly in bandages and the bandaids plastered all over his face. His fingers instantly rushed up to his face, because for some reason his dizzy brain felt the need to confirm that he was unmasked in front of this girl.

"Don't worry," Ameena held her hands up in front of her. "I would've known who's under the mask anyways without taking it off and your head wound was bleeding a lot." the moment the words left her mouth, she cringed. "Wait, I should have worded that better. I'm not a stalker or a villain if that's what you think." taking a peek at the look on his face, she buried her face in her hands. "That is what you think. Perfect. I just- I mean no harm to you or anyone, really, so please don't do anything- I have no idea how to explain without sounding like a nutjob but I have proof, I swear, and-"

"Stop." Tim placed his hands on the girl's shoulder, slightly concerned with how red her head was getting. "Breathe. Ameena, right?" receiving a nod, he continued. "Just calm down and start explaining. I'm not gonna do anything, I swear. I'm just as confused about this situation, so please go on. Slowly this time, though." he sent her a slight smile when she took a deep breath, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

"Okay so, to simplify it, you're not in your universe anymore."

Tim nodded slowly, taking this in. "Do you know another version of me?" Definitely not the weirdest thing that happened to him and also not the weirdest question he ever had to ask.

"Well, kind of?" Ameena answered, grinning sheepishly. "I think it's best if I just show you. Promise me not to freak out too much?" If it was anyone else she was talking to, she'd probably try easing them in, but Tim had always seemed like the type of person who'd appreciate the simple, hard facts delivered straightforwardly. And maybe an interesting and unique way of looking at things, so she threw caution to the wind and handed him her phone. "Just google yourself while I get some stuff." 'Some stuff' being her precious Red Robin comics and some others. "Oh and I feel like Tim Drake will be a more effective search than Red Robin. Don't want to end up looking at the restaurant info, right?" 

With that she escaped to the living room, face flushed from that awkward as-hell attempt at a joke. She gathered up the comics from the shelf, taking her sweet time to give Tim a moment to wrap his mind around the fact that he was a fictional character in this world.

She walked back into her room, setting the things down next to herself on the bed. "So, are you losing your mind yet, or...?"

"I'm very tempted to say 'what the actual fuck'"

Ameena snorted at that, smothering her laughter behind her hand. "Go ahead, I'm not stopping you. In fact, I have more what-the-fuck-material, right here." she placed the stack of comics on his lap. "Be careful please, they're precious to me and I will most definitely cry if anything happens to them."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" he carefully picked up the first volume of his own comic, staring at his own face on the cover with what looked like a mix of bewilderment, objection, awe, and a bit of confusion. "From 2009? Please tell me we're at least in the same year."

"It's actually 2018. August 22nd."

The raven-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief. "That was the date back home. That's something at least." without thinking, he dropped back down on the bed, groaning in pain. 

"Dude, you have to be careful with that." a look at his dressing told her that the wound opened again. Giving him a blank stare, she picked up the comics to bring them to safety and far away from the blood. "There goes the great job I did on that wound, Timothy." she swiftly grabbed some sterile pads, gauze and alcohol wipes, removing the bandages and getting to work.

Tim cringed, not only at the pain but also at the choice of name. "Please just say Tim. Timothy sounds-"

"Posh? Second-tier classic? An aristocrat. Or spoiled brat-" she cut him off, giggling when he let out an indignant 'hey!'. "Which is none of the things you are...probably."

"Probably?"

"Well, yeah. I don't actually know you. Just because you're one of my favorite characters in a comic series. God, this is such a messed-up thing to say." A few hours ago, all this was nothing but fiction, like theories about the multiverse and dimension travel and now- "I think I need to sleep soon." she said, rubbing her eyes once she was done cleaning the wound and starting to wrap the bandages around it again.

"You're good at this," he commented quietly, leaning forward so she had better access. "You got experience with stuff like this?"

"Wound care and first aid, yup. People crashing into my place from other worlds, not so much. But Emergency Relief and that kind of work tends to be a lot more chaotic." she yawned, stretching her arms and smiling in satisfaction at her work. Grabbing her pajamas, she left the room, changing in her living room, behind the door. 

"What are you doing?" the vigilante asked, watching Ameena grab her pillows off the bed, along with a blanket. "You don't have to sleep in the living room. Your bed is big enough, or I could take the couch-"

"No way in hell. You're injured and I gotta get some meds for you in the morning before you even think about walking around the apartment." staring at the space Tim had made for her, she huffed, throwing the pillows back down and all but throwing herself onto the bed. "Fuck it, I haven't slept in like 30 hours, I deserve this."

"That's not good for you, you know." Tim pointed out, once the light was off and the room was shrouded in darkness. He didn't need to see anything to hear Ameena lift her head and feel her incredulous stare, cracking up with laughter a second later.

"That's a lot, coming from the guy who has whole Tumblr pages dedicated to his sleep deprivation and coffee addiction." she shot back, snuggling deeper into her blanket. After a few minutes of silence, she finally dared to ask. "What are you gonna do now?"

A troubled sigh escaped the male. "Wait, I guess."

Ameena hesitated, delicately grabbing Tim's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, not knowing what to say or do otherwise. How do you comfort someone in his situation? "I'll wait with you, if you want," she mumbled, smiling when he squeezed back. 

"Okay." was all he said, sounding half-asleep already.

"By the way, if you do anything while I'm asleep, I'll kill you."

"Fair."

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

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[sunny-luna]

We’re learning about positive psychology in Psychology and one of the things that got brought up is ‘looking back on happy memories and emotions (reminiscing)’ and it occurred to me I can’t really think of that many happy memories that don’t feel tainted now

Vent below

Like, before May we were basically inseparable so almost every memory I have from the last six years she’s in it, and now she probably hates me and I can’t even blame her for it because I sabotaged myself, i felt like I broke a little and I just got so angry and I’m Still angry and I don’t know what to do. Every friendship I’ve ever had I eventually lose them, either we drift apart or I push them away. And the only fucking relationship I’ve managed to keep since grade fucking three is the guy who told me no one liked me and tried to isolate me from all my friends because I can’t fucking let go of anyone ever, the people I hate are still here and the people I miss still feel like an empty gaping hole in my being. Her partner, M, probably hates me too and she’s Bug’s best friend so Bug will probably find out and if I lose her I don’t know if I can keep going, not in a life sense but just in a ‘I might fully emotionally shut down for who knows how long’ I already basically am. The cracks started in February with Everything and it’s just gotten worse. None of my coping strategies work anymore, being with bug and gnome is the only time I feel genuinely happy being with people, like, I’m not just holding myself up and having fun but I’m Genuinely happy. I love them, and I’m so scared I’m gonna lose them too. They should invent a relationship that doesn’t slip through your fingers the moment you mess it up. AND GODS SHES BEING JUST LIKE BRAE. “Oh I hate them because they were my best friend for years then suddenly just started getting distant and left without a reason and made me think it was my fault” howww do you think I feel? Do you not see you’re doing the exact same thing?

Okay going back up for spell check I think saying February started ‘cracks’ is misleading because it makes it sound like that only affected me a little but it’s just I pushed it aside for months and it finally started hitting me in like October that I still Really Fucking Miss Him AT LEAST I am Talking to people about it now. But yeah. Un ironically maybe the worst I have felt for a very long time. This is probably not because I hav been burying feelings but like who knows. I’m not examining that right now. Aegghhg it’s like mainly depression with an unconscious Amount of denial I can’t get rid of like I’m still waiting for it to be proven false even though I know it won’t happen and sometimes there’s anger but like I said I can never let go of people so even then I can’t. Hate my brain literally why do you suck why do you have attachment issues in every way. Stop it. I have to live with the consequences of it. On the topic of attachment issues I realized I am horribly codependent or something of the sort because Why was (is) my mental health dependant fully in like. A single relationship, glad I improved that (it’s now three so it’s more balanced but still probably not healthy)

Anyways oh hellos literally what is that they put drugs in the songs or something because I realized midway through writing this that laying on my floor in silence was making everything worse so I put on the Christmas album and now I feel Considerably better. No other band had this much of an effect What do they put in there and what would happen if I could get it straight up. I’d probably die tbh anyways yeah conclusion note this is probably Not helped by seasonal depression and general depression and the fact it’s nearly been one year since Christmas trip (last clear happy memory before February) (the trip I watched a Ton of sbi clips for the first time on and also the talisman stream and also read passerines and some other fics and stuff, kinda the catalyst for the sbi hyperfixation) so I’m extra fucked up But. We have a band concert in four days so at least then everything will be fine because band banishes every thought from my brain bc I’m too focused on counting, shout-out to band for helping me ignore all my issues

[clickerflight]

Clove: Teeth #7

Masterlist

Part 6

Content/warnings: Pretty soft one, TBH. Werewolf whumpee, vampire caretaker, witch caretaker, checking the wounds, testing boundaries

This one is short and kind of just a filler. Let me tell you, the next one is gonna knock your socks off.

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When Ephraim had heard Hyrum shriek out his name, he had expected the boy to be bleeding out on the floor, or maybe he’d broken his fingers, or anything other than what he did find. He had leaped heroically through the window only to find Margie trying to undo the shirt buttons on an increasingly frantic werewolf. Ephraim easily got between them, gentle in his movement. Margie was no longer as young as she once was and Hyrum was just fragile in general.

“Margie,” Ephraim said softly as Hyrum scrambled farther onto the bed and dove under the covers to hide, a little quivering lump proving where he was. “Did you even introduce yourself to him before you started trying to look at his wounds?”

Margie frowned. “Well, no.”

“And does he have any experience with old witches as healer,” Ephraim said, his lips forming into a bit of a teasing smile. 

Marcgie huffed at him. “No.”

“Mmmhmmm.” He looked over at the blankets and gave a small sigh, running his hands through his hair. This was going to be interesting.

…………………………..

Hyrum was a stupid stupid weak wolf. He was hiding under his blankets from a woman that Ephraim obviously trusted and had called a healer. First, he hadn’t been able to fight her off like a proper weapon should have been able to, and now he was hiding away, afraid of the punishment that would surely come with hiding from a woman Ephraim had brought in to help Hyrum.

The boy whimpered as Ephraim sat on the edge of the bed and flinched slightly when he felt Ephraim’s hand on his back through the blankets.

“Hey, Goldenrod,” the vampire said kindly. “Are you okay?”

Hyrum snorted, despite his fear. It was unbelievable that Ephraim would be asking him that when he was surely going to punish him. Then again, maybe it wasn’t so unbelievable. Ephraim had been quite kind to him so far. 

“Hyrum?”

The wolf slowly turned around and poked his head out, his hair a mess across his face and standing up with the static he’d built up under the sheets.

Ephraim grinned, apparently delighted by seeing Hyrum. 

“Alright, then,” Ephraim said, gently stroking Hyrum’s head to pull the static out of his hair and fur. “Could you sit by me and let Margie look at your wounds, please?”

Hyrum slowly nodded, pulling himself the rest of the way out of the blankets and sitting down next to Ephraim. Margie had a sort of a frown on her face, but Hyrum was starting to get the feeling that she wasn’t really all that upset with him, and that maybe her face was just stuck like that.

Ephraim smiled and Hyrum slowly undid his buttons, his fingers not quite articulated enough to get them undone easily. He does get it off eventually, and unconsciously shivered, despite being warm and sitting on a bed with blankets, still feeling the effects of the sun he soaked up while outside. 

Ephraim held out a hand to stop Margie from approaching, who huffed in annoyance. 

“Margie is just a bit gruff,” Ephraim said gently, his voice calming Hyrum down. “She’s still worried about you, though. Is it alright if she takes a look at your wounds and rubs some creams into some of them.”

Hyrum didn’t know why Ephraim was asking Hyrum. It wasn’t like his opinion mattered anyways, but he still paused for a moment to consider his own opinion. Sure, Margie was scary, but Ephriam trusted her. So, with that, Hyrum nodded and Ephraim smiled. 

“Alright, you can have a look now, Marigold.”

Margie huffed and shuffled over, her cool, wrinkled fingers touching very gently around his wounds, squeezing some of them to make sure there wasn’t any puss buildup inside. It hurt, but Hyrum closed his eyes and took soothing breaths, proud of himself as he managed to handle all of it in silence. 

Margie grunted and started prodding at the rash along his lower back that he’d had for as long as he could remember. She hummed. “Yeah, shouldn’t be too hard to deal with. I have some poultices I use on pups who are prone to this kind of thing.”

“Thank you, Marigold,” Ephraim said warmly, leaning forward to press a kiss into her wiry hair. She batted him off, as Hyrum looked down at his fingers, looking at the tiny ridges and bumps in each of them and listening to Ephraim and Margie talk. He allowed himself the smallest of smiles, despite the goosebumps that had formed on his bare skin. 

Ephraim laughed at another one of Margie’s complaints and pulled a blanket around Hyrum, tucking it around the werewolf so he was only visible from the nose up. He stared at Ephraim startled, and the vampire gave him a full smile. It was the first time Hyrum really looked at Ephraim when he smiled, seeing more than just his own confusion over how kind they were. Ephraim’s right fang was chipped halfway down, the other a bit dull as if it hadn’t been truly used in a while and it hit Hyrum that, though he had been this vampire’s weapon for days now, never once did he feel in danger of being bitten. Even with Ephraim’s teeth fully on display, he didn’t feel scared.

Hyrum ran his tongue over his own teeth, wondering if Ephraim ever doubted if his disobedient weapon would ever bite him.

And for the first time in his life, Hyrum felt safe enough to toy with the thought of biting his master, just to see what the vampire would do. After all, Ephraim hadn’t punished him for anything so far. Hyrum was sure that wouldn’t last, but the tension of waiting for Ephraim to strike was starting to build and Hyrum wasn’t sure how long he would be able to hold out. The waiting before a punishment was always the worst part. 

Almost without thinking, he had his mouth out of the blankets and Ephraim’s wrist in his mouth where he’d snatched it as Ephraim was waving it to explain a story, not quite biting down, but threatening it with nervousness in his stomach. He had to know.

………………………

“And then Josh came up to me with a barrel of wine and said, ‘This is for the help with the lambs, by the way.’ I mean, it had to be this big!” Ephraim said, arms going out. He took a breath to continue, but was cut off by a peculiar sensation in his wrist. He looked over to find his wrist in Hyrum’s mouth and he stared at the werewolf for a moment, whose arms were moving under the blankets like he was anxiously kneading at his stomach like he did when he was really worried. He’d been doing it out in the sun when he thought he was being punished. 

Ephraim stared for a moment, utterly at a loss for words. Margie held her breath as Ephraim finally asked, “Hyrum, my sweet child, what are you doing?”

Confusion flashed through Hyrum’s eyes and that only served to add onto Ephraim’s own. Hyrum tightened his jaws, a strange sort of desperation there, though it was a clear look which ruled out fever or flashbacks. 

Ephraim tilted his head as he felt the muscles in Hyrum’s jaw shake and tense a little. “Hyrum, I’m confused.”

Hyrum blinked, recognizing the phrase from before and Ephraim was glad that it seemed to relax the boy a little.

Margie cackled quietly and left the room to let them deal with whatever Hyrum had going on in his head. She was never one to put up with emotions for too long. 

“Would you mind explaining what’s going through your mind to me?”

Hyrum ever so slowly opened his mouth and let Ephraim pull his wrist out. Hyrum licked his lips nervously to clean up the spots of drool that had formed there and took a small breath. “I….. um….” He hesitated, frowning as he tried to figure out how to explain.

“I was…. Being bad.” He glanced up at Ephraim to gauge his reaction. Ephraim stayed quiet to allow the boy to explain at his own pace. Hyrum finally nodded to himself and said, “I haven’t been punished for being bad, yet, and….. I wanted to know….. How you would handle punishing me.”

Ephraim felt alarms going through his head, but was glad he could sort this out. “Well….. I’ll only punish you for things that are really bad. Like if you go out of your way to hurt me, Margie, or any of the villagers down the hill, or if you do purposeful damage to any property. But you don’t seem like the type to hurt anyone on purpose.”

Hyrum blinked. “I don’t?”

“Not really. You really are a sweet pup.”

Hyrum’s eyes started to water and he looked down at his hand, wiping his eyes like he was surprised to find tears there. 

Ephraim pulled him closer and held him there, rocking him back and forth. “I know…. Life has been so hard on you. I’ll protect you now. You’re mine, now.”

Hyrum nodded absentmindedly in Ephraim’s shirt. 

………………

Hyrum laid in bed after Ephraim had left to go check on Margie. The werewolf still couldn’t believe his luck. He has an owner who would feed him, hug him, take care of his wounds, and would only punish him if he hurt someone on purpose without an order. It was nice to know he could just rest and every time the voice in his head told him that he would somehow mess up and Ephraim would punish him, he just ignored it. Even if Hyrum did mess up badly, Ephraim did not seem like he would be swift to anger. 

With that, Hyrum closed his eyes, and fell asleep, still smelling like the sun.

Part 8

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain

[animatedrapture]

🦈; i wake up and am greeted with HORNY and u kno what this week got me more h word than ever so hi hello i dont like period sex but id happily just suck suna cock idc abt myself but like suna cum is the solution to all period problems !!!! suna facefuck me challenge !!! 😋

that meme where it says "i can make youre period disappear for 9 months, but i disappear too" but with suna jk suna is loyal dad that fucker prolly says "i can make your period disappear for 9 months, but now you cant get rid of me"

cw: blowjob. facefucking. impact play (like, one slap) degredation, mayhaps? kinda dacryphilia ig? needy reader on her period sucks off MEANIE suna because who could resist his cock, tbh? very very slight dubcon if u squint.

also, 🦈babie!! sorry this took ridiculously so long before i answered but hell yeah!! suna would be like, i can make ur period disappear for 9 months bc he's gonna be breeding u <3

you look up at him through thick, tear-clumped lashes. the tip of his cock nudges at your throat, making you gag—and you've barely taken him halfway.

your throat tightens at the intrusion, suna hisses from above you, lips parted so prettily and his cheeks flushed.

all you wanted was his cock to fill you up some way, even on your period. always so needy for him that you'd go as far as begging him to use your mouth.

he looks down at you with your tear-filled eyes, and furrowed eyebrows, struggling to take more of him, "c'mon, you can take more, bunny," he says, his hand finding your hair and gripping unto them tightly.

your jaw hurts, pussy aching with need, but all you want is his cock—no matter how.

you moan around him, pleased with the feeling of him stuffing your mouth full. the taste of him all over your mouth and stuck down your throat.

suna pushes your head down. you whimper, trying to relax so you could take more of his thick length, your drool running down the base of his cock teasingly.

when his grip loosens, you pull your head up, letting your tongue drag up the underside of his cock, watching him inhale a sharp breath.

you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him before letting your tongue lick from the base to the tip, never taking your eyes off of him—your lips ghost on his cockhead ever so teasing, tongue darting out to catch the leaking precum.

"goddamn it," he groans, sensitive and breathless, he tugs on your hair harshly, glaring down on you. "keep fucking teasing and i'll make sure to make you cry."

his threat full of promise, making you squeak and dutifully wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking harshly, greedy to have his cum down your throat.

you hollow your cheeks, pushing him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down his length and pumping the rest you couldn't possibly fit in your mouth.

"fuck—" he curses, hips unconsciously rutting upwards. you gag, tears welling on the corner of your eyes streaming down your cheeks.

until he slaps your hand away, jaw tightening, both hands reaching to a fistful of your hair—and it's abrupt when he pushes your head down way further, your legs jerking underneath you from the force.

he pulls your head up, eyeing your messed up state with your saliva running down your chin before pushing your head down to take him in your mouth again, now moving you in a pace he wants even as you made strangled noises around him.

each of his thrust up meeting his push of your head down like you're nothing but a fuckhole has you gagging—something that makes his cock throb and twitch against your tongue each time—until you're slapping your hand against his thigh. desperate to have him slow down.

"fucking take it, yeah? s'what you wanted anyway," he says with a groan, movement still unrelentless even with your strangled pleas.

feeling your nails dig into his thigh with a strangled groan, your vision dazed and eyes rolling back, suna lets out an irritated sigh.

he captures your wrist in a tight grip enough for it to hurt, pulling your head up before his hand comes down your cheek in a harsh slap.

a sob escapes your mouth. you look like a mess, cheeks flushed, one side stinging with suna's handprint, drool and tears messed all over them and down your chin.

but he always told you that you look pretty like this.

suna gives you a warning glare before he speaks again, "behave," is all you can hear with the ringing of your ears before he's shoving his cock down your throat again.