#every day im tumbing

[legend-of-cummania]

When people ask if I use Tumblr:

Every day I'm tumblin'

[acerathia]

pink camellias || Chapter 6: morning glory

Chapter Summary:

morning glory: affection

Wordcount: 2.7k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

Note:

anyway, i posted this days ago on ao3, but im too lazy for tumbs whoops, enjoy

You had lost count of how many battles you fought through, no, rather you refused to count in the first place, the guilt of their existence more than enough for you. Still, you didn’t close your eyes to the situation, you kept your eyes wide open, making yourself remember what was happening in front of you, by your own very hands.

That meant that you fully realized what you were doing, yet never dared to stop the blade from cutting your way free. But your steady hand in battle did not mean your body didn’t lurch and shake afterwards, rather you only learned to push it farther away, to hide it into the corners of your body and to let it only fuel you afterwards.

Despite your ability to cope, you needed some time after each battle, just to sit in silence, to let yourself calm down, lest you swing a fist at someone approaching you. And at first, you sat alone, only your sword in one hand and a wheatstone in the other. Until the Captain started joining you, and you couldn’t outright walk away, as there was no other calm place beside this one. At least he had stayed quiet, not even greeting you when arriving there. So, in the end you allowed him to be there, allowed yourself to come down in his presence, only hearing the sharpening of two blades in the same space.

In a way, this meeting turned into checking each other, nodding to each other as a sign, ‘yes, i survived once again, and you did too’.

So, of course your goal in every single fight was to just sit there, just to survive another day. Even if it meant gritting your teeth and elbowing someone. A splatter against your cheek, and you ensure your life for another couple of minutes.

For a moment, you just stood over the person you had just fought, breathing heavily before you could resume the senseless battle. But before you fully regulated your breath sufficiently, you noticed a shadow looming behind you, and you barely managed to dodge the oncoming strike. Their blades missed your vitals, but it dug itself into the flesh of your thigh.

A hiss escaped you when they ripped their sword out of you, and you began to retaliate before they got ready for another attack. It didn’t take long for you to dispose of them, but longer than you had anticipated. By the time you were done with them, your own blood had soaked through your pants. You cursed and shifted your weight, as more blood seemed to pour out of you the more you used that leg.

Without another choice, you slowly retreated. But you were aware that you might not make it back to the camp in time, much less all by yourself. So, you did leave the battlefield, but rather found some covering behind a tree on the edge of the field.

Slumping against the trunk, you sat on the ground, taking all your weight off your wounded leg. With trembling fingers you grabbed the dagger, the one to only use if your sword and ax were nowhere to be found, but you doubted you could use them in the moment, at least not without making anything worse than it already is. You squinted, trying to focus through your current dizzy spell while slowly cutting through the fabric around the wound. But despite getting rid of that barrier, you were barely able to see the cut properly, blood pooling, making everything homogenous. So, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and cut some stripes loose. Ripping it in half again to make it longer, and you began to wrap it around your thigh, trying to stem the blood flow while also bandaging the open wound.

After putting a knot over the cut, you leaned your head against the trunk behind you, ruminating about the next steps. You didn’t know how long the battle would last, and you doubted anyone would find you in your little hiding spot. And you had to be honest to yourself, you had no idea how much longer you could remain here, as despite your clumsy wound-dressing you still were slowly bleeding out. The makeshift bandage already felt somewhat wet, and you thought to see a tinge of red peaking through already.

A sigh escaped you moments before you noticed a shadow looming over you, and for a moment you thought it might be the enemy as you grabbed your dagger, which you had carelessly thrown onto the ground. Pointing the blade to whoever was standing in front of you, only to lower it slightly. The person crouched to be at your height, and for a second all you could see was the sunlight filtering through strands of gold.

“Hey, what the fuck are ya doing?” he asked you with a scowl, yet his eyes kept flitting over your facial features, as if the answer was going to hide underneath the grime on your skin.

“How the fuck does it look like? I’m having a nice picnic, Captain,” you answered with mocking intonation, especially his rank.

His blazing gaze finally left your face to scrutinize the rest of you. And if you weren’t more concerned about the whole dying ordeal, you would have felt a tiny bit of shame at your sorry state, but you were too dizzy to care. Still, you could pinpoint the exact moment he noticed the blood staining through your pitiful bandage, because you didn’t know that the furrow between his eyebrows could go that deep.

Before once again, his eyes returned to watch over your face, trying to read you and your expressions. And without any more words, he stood up and reached a hand in your direction, waiting for you to take it to help you stand up. You did. You took his hand with no hesitation, because it was so easy to trust him, for some reason. Also, you didn’t want to keep bleeding out behind the trunk of a tree.

Once you were on your feet, he carefully slung an arm around your waist to support your weight, as you barely could use your leg at this point. This way, you both gripping, clinging to each other, you once again walked by his side, him leading the way, all while adjusting to your walking speed.

Your fist was hooked on his cape, only tatters left of the once majestic fabric. Still, you noticed the way his clothes were a painting of orange and the numerous splatters of red. And you couldn’t help but feel some sort of guilt, a guilt about letting him carry you to safety, once again, a guilt about not asking him about his well-being. But now it was too late to ask, wasn’t it? So, you stayed silent, following his footsteps with a twinge of pain running down your leg, imitating the warm drops of blood slowly running down, taking the same path.

Before you knew it, you both stopped in front of a wooden door, and you barely had the time to formulate a question in your head, as he immediately just opens it and enters the small cottage, dragging you like dead weight inside.

The door closed behind you with a decisive kick by him as you conveniently fell onto a chair, and you suspect that he tipped your balance on purpose. It was easy for him, considering the difference in strength and, of course, the wounded leg of yours.

For a moment, you just stared at him with a dumbfounded expression as he lit some candles and immediately began to rummage through one cabinet, obviously looking for something, but failing to do so, as indicated by his low curses.

But before you could get back onto your feet, he turned your way, some proper bandages in hand. And of course, you stretched your palm out to take them and use them. He was faster than you though, and he got the bandages immediately out of your way.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Your hands are bloodied, you’re only going to fucking sully this stupid wrapping,” he sniffed with a roll of his eyes.

“Fine, fine! What do you want me to fucking do? Wash my hands? I also want that, but after, you know, avoiding bleeding the fuck out,” you raised your hands in surrender.

He scowled at your words before simply kneeling beside the chair. His free hand grabbed the ankle of your hurt leg, and put it into a position in which your muscles weren’t tense. After glaring at you, silently telling you to not move, he reached for the dagger in his belt. The mere sight of a blade made you scrunch your face, as you immediately expected some sort of pain, as weapons did.

But you didn’t feel any pain, none at all. That was because he was simply cutting the fabric of your pants away, making the hole you already made bigger and getting rid of the pieces stuck onto your skin. At least none were glued to your open wound, and you were glad that you had some foresight for once.

After your wound was freed, he pulled some sort of clean towel out of nowhere, and he started tapping it on the skin around your wound, the cloth slightly damp. And the moment he pressed it against your cut, you hissed involuntarily, realizing that he had put some alcohol on the fabric.

The sting brought some tears into your eyes, and you glared at him. But he only raised one eyebrow. “What, some silly burn is making you cry? If that’s all it took, then I should’ve tried that earlier,” he scoffed a little snicker, yet you didn’t feel the heat of his insult, as there was none.

You were aware that he was only trying to distract you with the usual fighting of yours. It didn’t work quite as well as he probably hoped, because for some reason you felt something else entirely stir inside you, something else but the usual anger and annoyance you usually felt at his sight.

Soon, the towel was put away, and he began to wrap the bandage around your thigh. And you were watching him slowly and carefully put layers upon layers onto your skin. You couldn’t help but notice the way the flickering flame made his cheekbones more pronounced, the way his eyelashes glittered like mist under his focused eyes, the way his hair glowed like molten honey. So, you kept staring at him, wondering who he was, who he truly was as a person, rather than his status in this army. Wondering why looking at him, why his presence gave you such a calm mind, made your chest stir.

And then he looked up, his eyes met your gaze. Those ruby eyes, those eyes filled with fire, with sunset. Blooming up at you like a red bouquet of azaleas, of anemones. Once again, you felt your chest stir, but this time your heart was joining, beating a message only you could understand. And you finally did.

Oh…

Oh.

Upon this dawning realization, you simply avoided his gaze, suddenly thankful for the sparse light, as you seemingly could not control your facial expression for a moment. You gulped a couple of times, trying to calm the flutter inside your veins, lest he noticed them.

Still, you glanced back to take a look at him, only to see him back on his feet and tinkering with something you could not discern from your spot. You ought to stand up and see what he was up to, but before you could even coordinate any movement, he was already shooting you a glare over his shoulder, one you only raised your hands in surrender once again before simply leaning back into the chair.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a prolonged amount of time before he turned around, holding a bowl with some water in it and a towel, this time simply handing you both with no instructions. You didn’t need any, of course, so you let the towel sop up some water and began to slowly clean your palms and the rest of your sticky hands until you started washing your face in a circular motion, putting in the effort of truly reaching into every possible crease and corner of your own skin.

After being done, the water all murky after cleaning the cloth in it, you didn’t necessarily feel cleaner, but rather less sticky. Setting the bowl aside, you leaned into the chair, again, and wondered what you were supposed to do in this situation, because you had to admit that you had no idea where this little cottage was located and how far it was from the base. You assumed the reason for its invisibility on cards was because it probably was some sort of safe house, so you were lost about your current whereabouts. Well, at least the Captain was apparently well aware of this place, so you weren’t completely lost, unless he just left you there.

Your eyes immediately jumped to where he was once again tinkering with something, staring at his back. And no, he didn’t seem to plan some sort of escape, and you quickly averted your eyes before your heart began to think for itself once again.

Something rustled outside of the window, and at first you thought it might be just a harmless animal. That was until a group of masked people almost kicked the door down or entered through the window. Your hands fumbled around at this intrusion, looking for some sort of weapon to hold, to prepare to defend yourself.

They had taken the Captain off guard, yet he was able to fend them off. But for some reason it didn’t seem like they were targeting him to begin with. And you were still vulnerable, no weapon in sight. You glanced around, looking for the dagger he had used earlier for the fabric, and you found it on the commode close to the bed.

Slowly, you leaned to the side, trying to avoid their attention for as long as possible. But someone stood in front of you, tutting as they noticed your plan. With your way blocked, you had no way to reach the weapon, so you had to improvise.

You grabbed the bowl from earlier and smashed it on the head of the person standing between you and the dagger. It broke into shards, and some cut into your skin, but that didn’t matter in the prospect of your enemy staggering and slumping. With this move, the way to the weapon had opened itself to you once again and you take your chance, almost yanking the dagger away from the top of the commode.

You glanced in the direction of the Captain who was still fighting off multiple masked people with ease in this enclosed space, and you immediately tensed up, ready to jump in whenever an opportunity arises. But before you had any time to even target one of the enemies, you felt a prickle on the back of your neck. Swatting away at whatever that was, you turned around to face someone slightly shorter than you holding some sort of syringe.

“Good night!” a young girls voice came from their direction, and you furrowed your brows, wondering what she could have meant with that.

Until a wave of dizziness suddenly hit you, making you sway slightly, your hand clutching the frame of the chair as you tried to hold yourself together. You almost forgot about the dagger, but the last remnants of your mind were conscious enough to make yourself slump over to be able to slip the weapon into one of your boots. You didn’t even have enough time to check if it was going to hold before you slipped from the chair and onto the ground. barely feeling your extremities anymore. Still, you tried to move anything, even the tiniest twitch of your fingers.

The last thing you saw were your fingers reaching for the Captain as he began to struggle with the mob. And you met his eyes before everything drowned into a silent black.

[b1tstar]

MARIKINonline4

🍰🥢🏹 AAAYYY FIRST TUMBLR POST EVEN THOUGH IVE HAD TUMBLR FOR QUITE AWHILE…

🎈🍰📱 COLOR PALETTE CHALLENGE WITH SOME BUDDIES WHO MAY OR MAY NOT DO IT IDKKK

🧪🥢 “koritora’s crunchy cutter skill (the gay one)” -MANGO

🎧🌿 HAPPU BIRTHDAY AXEZ YAYAYAY

📱 WIP (ТЫ И Я)

🍣☀️ CRINGETOBER!! DAY 4: ANGEL X DEMON

📱 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 5: MS PAINT

🎤 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 6: NEKO

Σ😎🧪🍰🥢👊 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 7: PINTEREST ART BASE

🎈📱🐟 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 8: TUMB— SIKE NO DAY 8 FOR U but take this weird ass images of ailly things + IF UR CURIOUS...YESTERDAY I DID HAVE DAY 8... 2 SEPERATE DRAWINGS IN FACT

oH YEAH HEY SINCE IM ON TUMBLR RN MIGHT AS WELLL POST THIS SILLY THING I MADE AT SCHOOL TODAY!! 🎈📱

🎤 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 9: CROSSOVER SHIP

📗 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 11: YANDERE

🚽👩 CRINGETOBER!! DAY 12: NICHE INTEREST + NOTE

GUYSLLOK IM DRAWING NO FUCKIGN WAY👁️👁️

Σ😎 11/11!!! POCKY DAY!!!

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🌿 Я НЕ ЗНАЮ КАК ПОЛЬЗОВАТЬСЯ МАРКЕРАМИ…

Σ😎 BURNOUT SUUUUUUUUUUUCKSalso haaiiiiiiiiii 2 of my fav idv skins as THEM!!!

🧪 lets take ibuprofen together

Я = БАЧИКИН!!!😎

(every playable numa) NOT REALLY ART BUT YOU DO NOOOOT KNOW HOW LONG I PUT MY ASS

🎈📱RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC...THINGY!!! ⬇️

(🌿ask) Cheeseclair

😎 TO DRAW ART FIGHT OR TO DRAW FIXATION. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMiunno

МОЙ НОВЫЙ ДРУГ Σ🎉

😎 РАЗДРАЖАЮЩИЙ

🐟👔🌳👊🚽🎈OLD DESSERT AU SKETCHES I DUG UP

[nuaghtylilgirl]

Story then fantasy

My sister is getting married in Nov. And it looks like my best bet is to get a hotel room for 4 days.

Fantasy

While helping to set up the venue I get to talking with someone from the grooms side and somehow we get on the topic of tumbler and she admits to having a adult account and I laugh and make a joke about how I follow a bunch what's her name she says"*****" omg I follow you! We talked this morning 😅 she whips out her phone and looks at her chats and find ours

Our chat was how I wished I had someone to help distract me from all the family BS and stress this weekend and help me blank my mind ectra every night

"Well my couch suffering plans fell through" she says and I jump at the chance to offer her my room blushing and stuttering

She calls me a good girl and follows me back to the hotel in her car.

We walk in the room and she asks a list of questions

Are you sure you want this?

What's my safe words?

Hard limits ectra

She has me hand her my phone and starts to tumbs through my Twitter,tumblr and other apps while I sit next to her blushing and getting turned on as she sees all my likes a repost

"Fuck your a dirty lil thing aren't you" she says

Next thing I know she's holding my throat almost choking me and whispers

"I hope you remember your safe words little girl. Your new mommy is about to make you see God"

She then stands and says she has a surprise for me and undose her pants and then im reminded int he best way that she was trans and I start to kiss and suck her worshipping her as best I can feeling my stress and nerves melting away

With her help(using me as a good set of holes girl) I don't have a single panic attack for the hole trip the only down side is when we check out on Monday she's headed back home(out of state) 😞

End of Fantasy

[nymime]

Fuck, I have so many ideas for this man.

Cat Steve who his ears poke up when he hear Eddie Munson talking alone about how pretty his thighs are when he used that silly sailor suit back in scoops ahoy. That day, more later in Hellfire, he got a little more cuddly with Eddie, purring loudly, the kids find it extremely funny but they wonder what happen to that to happen.

Cat Steve, and normal Steve, get incredibly guard up when a bird is near, little clicks of his tongue as he watch them move, but is always interrupted by Robin when that occurs. Steve always gets embarrassed.

When Eddie gives him the catnip as an apology, that night was the ever first night that he ever try that herb im his life, and he was so relax: rolling in his belly, wiggling roughly in it with loud purrs and happy little meows (Ma-ah) (Meur!), getting himself fall in it with tumbs! on it. Let’s say that night nobody got to play cause cat Steve was fucking adorable, and little hyperactive.

Cat Steve that when Eddie ignore him when he wants belly rubs, he haughtily sink his nails slightly on his legs like he was kneading, successfully calling his attention when his meows didn’t work. He got scold every time, but he don’t care, he get what he wanted.

Cat Steve that despise tuna, even at human, is so strange according to hellfire, cause cats likes tuna, right? right?

Cat Steve who actively fought a dog that according to him was being aggressive with his kids (was barking for the jam sandwich Dustin was eating), so he got in a defensive pose, back arch up, tail tense like his legs, hair bristle as hell, and he was a hairy cat, so it was hilarious but scary at the same time. The dog scape whining with its tail between the legs, Steve was fucking proud.

Steve, who is born into a long line of shifters, but unlike the magnificent creatures his parents and grandparents before him became when they turned, he turns into an ordinary house cat.

Steve, who is an embarrassment to the Harrington name amongst the secretive society of shifters and so is essentially abandoned in Hawkins to fend for himself.

Steve, who is deeply ashamed that his shifting animal is a fucking cat until he meets a Demogorgon and then suddenly, being a cat - aka, the perfect bear trap bait - is the best animal he could have asked Magick to become.

Steve, who quickly becomes the Party's self-appointed emotional support person (cough cough, cat) and makes sure that he checks on his kids and is there to provide snuggles when needed.

Steve, who is really nervous about his kids starting high school - especially El and Will - and who sneaks his way into the school when he's not working and hides out in the drama room.

Steve, who is caught off guard when he bumps into Eddie Munson in his cat form, and then keeps bumping into Eddie Munson in his cat form, and pretty soon he can't keep pretending like it's not intentional but he likes listening to the guy when they're both hiding out in the drama room, and it doesn't hurt that he has excellent hands that give excellent tummy rubs -

Steve, who is present at the kids' first Hellfire Club meeting, and who is caught off guard by the disdain in Eddie Munson's voice when he talks about "King Steve."

Steve, who hops onto the game table, makes eye contact with Eddie Munson, and shoves his DM screen onto the floor with a loud crash.

Steve, who spends the rest of that session (and the next) on Jeff's lap, because Jeff's tummy rubs are pretty damn good and Jeff has only ever had nice things to say about Steve Harrington. (Take that, Eddie.)

(Eddie, who pouts the entire time and shows up at their third session with some catnip toys and an apology, even though he really doesn't understand why he has to apologize to this cat about Steve Harrington or why his new sheepies think this whole thing is hilarious.)

[kathappylifeeee]

August 29, 2020

Good morning 7am 😊 daily routine every morning need ko mag pa araw then tamang kape lang kahit ayoko ng kape nasasanay at nasasanay na din naman ako pero as per kuya hindi pa din daw malakas yung heart ko they recommend me na mag 3x a day na daw akong coffee 🤮  kumain ako ng almusal as always biscuits lang nakakain ko mas malasa kasi at napapainom ako ng madaming tubig unlike rice pero im trying to eat rice pa din naman but kaninang lunch hindi ako nakakain nakatulog kasi after akong hilutin ni kuya then nung mga hapon nag luto lang ako ng noodles kasi wala nang food sa baba tulog din kasi sila kuya hanggang sa nag pahilot nanaman ako kasi hindi talaga nawawala yung sakit ng likod ko at pa baba na siya ng pa baba anyways mauubos ko na yung gamot ko 🥰 then this week pag na deposite na sa bank ko general check up na ko 💪🏻

Nakakatakot man pero i need to baka kasi lalong lumala. For this day honestly hindi nawala yung hilo nabalik balik siya lagi. Akala ko kanina mag papass out nanaman ako pero hindi naman medyo lumakas lang yung hilo ko. Then umuwi na si mama kasi ayaw ni kuyang galawin yung likod kasi may kakaiba daw siyang na ramdaman actually nakaka ramdam na kong pinag mimeetingan nila ko pero hinahayaan ko lang kasi alam ko naman na aware sila pero patay malisya lang kami lahat kung ano nga ba to. After ako hilutin ni mama suggest niya is sa manghihilot nalang daw talaga ko magpahilot kasi nung hinihilot niya ko eto lang naman nalabas sa bunganga niya “Hala, Ano bang ginagawa mo katrina, bakit meron ka neto, ano ba yan” 🤦🏻‍♀️ hindi ko siya maintindihan HAHAHAHAHHA!! Then pumunta na kami sa kwarto nila kuya si ayeng naman nilaro ni mama then ako nahihilo nanaman shempre nag tatago ako sa kwarto pag na hihilo ako hindi ko nga alam kung itutulog ko na ba to ksi nahihilo ako minsan natatakot ako matulog 😂 Anyways tumbs matutulog na ko umaasa kasi ako pag gising ako lalo na doon sa taong hinihintay ko kelan niya kaya balak basahin yunh tumblr namin. Alam mo na realize ko na ako lang din pala nahihirapan sa ginagawa ko parang gusto ko siyang iblock sa lahat wag ko lang ma message. Tataasan ko talaga pride ko wag lang siya ma message. 🤣 pero shempre pag siya na nag chat matic na rurupok tayo 😂

Good night tumbs 💤

[laximpulsion]

i want to be excited when official amazon prime/the wilds accounts post about leatin but 😭 it just reeks of them wanting to capitalize on what they know will get them clicks... and everyone on twt gets so amped about it and i love their optimism but like... ill believe it when i see it

[bma-2021]

hi btw i moved discords awhile ago so if you want my new one pls let me know bc i didnt refriend anyone from the old one besides those i spoke w a lot just bc;;; i didnt know who anyone was eheheheheh

[orionicchaos]

crying my eyes out over the lgbt protector childe fic . is there any way you could do kazuha and a nonbinary reader? no pressure of course!! thank you for writing things like that its so nice to see

Champs de Lys Jaunes | nb!reader x kaedehara kazuha

× non-binary reader, they/them pronouns used (you are referred as "you" most of the time tho)

× headcanons (coming out, gender dysphoria, when someone is being enbyphobic, with your family, random)

× character : kaedehara kazuha

× this is part of the "LGBTQ+ PROTECTORS" series.

🌺💮

TW : enbyphoby, gender dysphoria (not specific), the agab (assigned gender at birth) is not mentioned, kazuha may be a little ooc but he would just do anything for you tbh, no proofread

other warnings : modern!au, fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-established relationship (he is you bf), kazuha best boy

| resume : bunch of hc about kazuha being the supportive, loving and caring bf for his sweet partner aka you |

a.n. : heyy! Sorry for the late answer, i didn't know how to ask you the questions i wanted to ask about how you wanted me to write this (the same as ajax but nb, something different..) so i was nervous about it but i figured things out... i hope i didn't mess up bc i would never forgive myself haha </3, no bc im nb too but on the masc spectrum so it's easier to refer me as a man and my experience is not the same as every nb person and yeah. Btw that lot more short than ajax's one bc i didn't wanted to go into details fearing i could make mistakes I hope you'll enjoy it!

navi.

Coming out

-you two were already dating when you came out

-first things first, kazuha knows everything. and when i say everything, i mean everything, like he has a sixth sense about anything

-he feels it when you want to ask him on a date, when you try to surprise him with hand-made cookies, hand-made scarves or anything you bought at the store as a gift for him

-it's almost like he can read your mind, but the truth is that he can catch the smallest details, those you don't even notice, then he thinks about it for hours and come to a conclusion

-if he's known you long enough, he may have known before you

-but he won't talk to you about it, and wait until you realize it, and until you come out to him

-to be honest, he's quite nervous about it and hopes he won't mess up, even if he's used to coming out since he has fruity friends (i may or may not be thinking about trans man heizou and bi disaster venti hmm)

-the day you come out to him, he is already prepared for it, internally he's freaking out but he manages to keep his composure and stay calm to not scare you

-as you tell him everything about how you feel, he's rubbing his tumb on the back of you hand to reassure you

-when you're finished, he pulls you into a big hug, wispering sweet and reassuring things in your ear, from "alright baby, hm, i'm so glad you could tell about this", "you'll always be my sweet darling that i love more than anyone" and everything oeoggoa

-he prepared a whole speech, what he would say, what he wouldn't say, but shaky little words of praise are the only thing coming out of his mouth, and he hates himself for it, but forgive him, no matter how much he waited for this moment, he's struggling with emotion lol

-he just wants to be the best for you

-he's just so so sweet, you knew you could trust him and you came out without worrying too much (you were still super nervous)

-but he's better than everything you expected

-if you have preferred pronouns, he will obviously use them and make sure everyone you're out to use them too because you deserve basic respect

-if you change your name he'll quickly get used to it, and just like for your pronouns, he'll make sure no one ever dare to use your deadname, i'll talk about it in another part

-you both spend the day of your co wrapped in you sheets, cuddling, with him stroking your cheeks and you the back of his ears

-the week after your co, all you can hear from him is "i love you" "you're amazing" "my dear sweetheart" something "my lovely darling" that, and little chuckles when you seem about to collapse because of how sweet he is

-your heart beat so fast that weak

-you both are so madly in love

Gender dysphoria

-that part will be random and not specific lol

-when you have gender dysphoria, he quite panicks tbh (internally)

-he did some researches about it, and since he has some trans friends he should know how to deal with it, right?

-the truth is, no, he doesn't know how to deal with your gender dysphoria

-he feels like he can't breath and start panicking when you can't stop feeling bad about yourself, about how you should be more androgynous, masculine feminine, or that something is wrong about your face, your hair...

-he usually start with "you don't owe androgyneity/masculinity/feminity to anybody" and continues with praises and words of love, trying to make you forget about it

-just so you know, you have the entire access to his wardrobe

-but if you need new clothes, his wallet is (not) ready and he's about to go on shopping date with you to the mall

-like i said, he did researches about how to deal with your dysphoria, he watched a lot of videos, read tons of blogs, literraly searched through the whole internet, and came to the conclusion that cuddle sessions are the best thing in the world

-so when you tell him you feel bad, or when he feels like you do, he takes less than ten minutes to prepare the most comfy bed, with a lot a pillows and blanckets, and a hot chocolate or your favourite drink is waiting for you

-when it's somebody who made you feel dysphoric, ah, that person isn't ready

-because at some point, he made a whole ass power point to educate people... but i'll come to that point later

-his love language literally is words of affirmation and physical touch (especially cuddles or wrapping his arms around you)

-sometime he will try to communicate about this and ask you how to make you feel better

-but i feel like he doesn't know how to act when you feel dysphoric, and he'll just try to shower you with love and praise (which can work tbh)

When someone is being enbyphobic/misgender you/etc

-you know, kazuha is calm, polite, but i think he sometimes loses this calm..

-im pretty sure he's 50% of the time about to throw hands™

-at first, he will try to educate the person about the non-binary spectrum, he tells them to use your correct pronouns, and to say sorry

-if the person corrects themselves and says sorry then it'll all good, if you're okay with it he's okay too

-but when that's not the case...

-oh baby, people are not ready to face him when he's angry

-there's two outcomes possible

-first outcome, he gives his biggest "duh you're so stupid omg" look to the person, takes your hand and walks away, when he does NOT have time for people and their bullshits

-second outcomes is no great news o the person

-he'll give them the biggest lecture of their life, sometimes using his power point he saved on his phone....

-when they don't wanna listen he'll start "insulting" them.. yeah, using words they are most likely to not understand, using sarcasm and innuendoes, being passive-aggressive...

-and baby that's not the worst

-like i said, people don't want to face an angry kazuha... mainly because you don't know when he'll lose his temper

-there are a few times when he had to become violent to make them shut the hell up (he physically needed it or otherwize he would have become crazy)

-that happened about three times when he threw a punch or two, because you started crying, it was late and the person started to become violent themselves

-you were shocked, you weren't expecting kazuha to actually punch someone

-the people he punched never bothered you again

-he akways makes sure you're alright after an argument with a stranger/relatives, and also apologizes for losing his temper

-he usually takes your hand in his and rubs you palm softly

(tbh im soft for this man, so glad i get him after losing my fifty fifty)

-yeah so basically, he's calm but don't run on his nerve

-he does anything for you

With your family

-if they are accepting and using your correct pronouns and name, then everything will be fine

-kazuha is like one of the best son-in-laws in the world, 10/10

-good with gids and elders

-even the dogs love him!

-but if your family doesn't accept you..

-he can and will shit talk about them, especially your dumb ass uncle treating you like shit

-your parents hate him and he hates them too, he doesn't give a crap anymore about doing good impression

-whenever you have to go see your family, he goes with you as an emotional support even tho it means he would have to stay at least a bit calm to not give them a lecture every two minutes

-if you still live in the house he'll come as many times he can

-he says he's so close to lose his temper with them but actually he's quite good at acting like nothing happens and just being passive-aggressive (to not stress you out)

-will never ask you to cut ties with them but would be relieved if you do

-he's always here if you want to vent about what your mom or dad said to you again

-will comfort you anytime you feel bad because of them

-a bit savage but he's more calm than most i'd say

Random

-type to do matching outfit with you, with like "they're my partner" on his shirt and "he's my bf" on yours

-yeah very into that

-writes poems about you

-goes to pride with you, and always make sure you stay hydrate and wear sunscreen

-he buys you random items with the non-binary flag on it, like mugs, socks..

-he finds it fun

-before you did your co, he questioned himself too, for three whole weeks (because "a little introspection can't be bad") and tried he/they, turns out he is very much a man and very much prefers he/him

-overall wholesome boyfriend 10/10 i recommend

credit : @orionicchaos

[tomanthings]

INUI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

here im going to list off how i think inui would act like as your boyfriend but before i start i have to say that i wrote this with the hc that inui is pansexual and uses he/they pronouns with a gn!reader

INUI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

fist of all ,, inui is a very gentle and dedicated lover!!! if hes with you he is commited to you fully. he is very loyal and awfully lovestruck

he is very caring for his partner ,often cooking for you and making sure you are taking care of yourself in situations in which he cant (for example when hes not with you he sends you messages like “dont forget to eat” or “have you eaten yet, love?”

inui isnt one for pda but you will definetly make him blush by holding his hand under the table or giving him a quick peck on the ckeeks

hes more of a giver and always wants to make sure that you are well taken care of before he starts to think about himself. for him its always you>him

as much as he likes to give, he also likes to be on the receiving end , especially with things like being called pretty or handsome

adding to that, they are a little insecure especially about the scar on his face. often times he doesnt feel handsome enough to be with you or worthy of love, so its very important to give them lots of affirmations and telling him that you love him

the words “i love you” are the three words that inui is very careful with. he doesnt just say them in every day normal conversation. even though it might be sappy he savors these words for moments he deems special. but just because he doesnt say i love you a lot doesnt mean that he doesnt love you, he jsut shows it in different ways

they are a very observant type of person so as soon as he sees you getting uncomfy with a situation or feeling unwell, he will do his best to take you away from that emviromwnt to somewhere where you cna feel safer and relaxed

inui is more of a listener than a talker so he enjoys just hearing you babble on about whatever

he will listen to all your problems and give some of his own insight if he deems it necessary

inui is the type of person to come home with a little plushie because “it reminded me of you so i just had to buy it”

they dont really want to involve you in gang bussines, because that can be very dangerous but at the same time inui really wants you to meet his friends and also wants to show you of to them

you will have to see koko a lot when youre in a relationship with inui, since those two are best friends. inui would love you two to be friends and like each other, since both of you are dear to his heart

a little thing that inui always does is kissing your forehead

they are also the type of person to gently rub his tumb on ur hand while holding hands

[actualbird]

omg you have carly rae jepson AND waterparks in the marluke playlist? once again we have no choice but to stan

HAHA, thank u! im glad my music choices in the marluke playlist were assigned valid by anon :D

i really adore CRJ, and anybody whos been following here for a few years Knows this. i once wrote a 6k word long analysis matching every song from the album Dedicated to Brotzly scenes across the two seasons of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016), which is still, up this day, probably the most deranged (positive) thing ive ever written.

as for waterparks, uve got z lukevonhagen on tumb/twt to thank for that! she was the one who introduced me to their music and it totally hit my sweet spot love for that pop punk sound of the 2010s

[hotrobins]

touch me if you dare || jason todd

Summary: Jason and fem!reader starts a friends-with-benefits relationship after a dirty joke.

Content: Smut with a little fluff and innocence kink.

Word count: 1646

Half-hour had passed since Jason came back from Bruce's office and he was still rage trembling. He didn't want to say what they discussed, he just deep breathed while driving, his knuckles white.

You knew him since you started working in the Gotham Public Library two years ago, but the talking that led to this friendship was still pretty recent. Today you were going to an aquarium inauguration but when his father called and said that there were urgent matters to discuss, you insisted that he should go and you would wait in the car, so Jason changed the route to the Wayne's Building.

Clearly he regret that decision now, because he stormed from there without a word and drove you to your apartment in silence, only breaking the silence to apologize to you once. When you arrived tho, he didnt unlock the car doors.

There you were, wanting to help him calm down but not knowing how since he didnt want to open up, not knowing if its better just say good night as clue to remember him to let you go, or you should invite him in.

You looked at him at your side, one hand at the steering wheel, the other clenched in a fist on his tight. Jason's eyes were closed and you allowed yourself to admire him aside your worries about his emotional state.

Jason was beautiful in hard angles and undertones. In the first couple months in the library, you were still fresh with the thinking that readers were a solid type, and every day you were surprised to see a boy like him enter and spend the late afternoon with his nose in a book. Now, being his friend, you knew Jason were a bookworm, but looking at him still took your breath. In this moment specially, with his muscles compressed, the semblance hard and that big hand against a bigger tight, something right down your belly woke.

He let out a light chuckle and you looked up to his face, panicked.

"Liking the view?" He said with amusement. The right side of his mouth doing that thing and leaving a dimple to show.

You ignored the ask and focused on the desert street in front of you, for sure blushing a deep red. You still could feel his gaze on your body.

As the seconds passed, the atmosphere in the car began to change again, and you knew his playfull smile hadnt hit deep in his demeanor.

"There's something I can do?" You said on a low tone.

"May you give me a blowjob?" He blurted, releasing a deep laugh. "Never heard of a man with bad humor while having his dick sucked." He was trying to change the air between you two, too.

"Yeah, i wouldnt mind." You said at once without thinking, and Jason couldn't hold back another laugh, this time a real one.

You should feel glad that he found you funny, but in that moment you discovered you were serious. "What? To be honest, I wouldnt not only mind it, but would really delight myself with it." You said with the most sensual voice you could make, adjusting yourself in the seat to see him better.

Now he was serious too, his blue eyes with dilated pupils holding yours. You couldn't maintain the glase as his adam apple went down as he swallowed dry, putting a lock of hair behind your ear.

"So touch me if you dare, darling."

It was all it took. Without another moment pass he opened his belt and lowered his jeans enough for you too see he was already half hard. As you took his cook in your hand, you wondered if you looked too desesperate, but when he sighed immediately and leanead comfortably on the car seat allowing you to touch with him better, you forgot to care if he could feel it was the first time you ever did it.

You started slowly, pulping him up and down, learning the texture, touching some veins that pulsed lightly, seeing as his tip disappeared and appeared again a little more wet every time, slobbering your hand and then the rest of his cock. The view of it was driving you insane to taste it, so as you began to bend down Jason let out a quiet moan, feeling your hot breath so close to his tip but not on him yet. You looked up as gave it a tentative lick, and the way his eyelids fluttler before opening to look at you, god, you felt it.

You were right, Jason tasted more amazing than you have imagined, and soon you were not only licking the tip but were with all his dick inside your mouth, touching it as you could with your tongue as one of your hands rubbed the rest of him and the other massaged his balls. You couldn't get enough of feeling the taste of him and his moans, now less contained, only gave you more confidence to keep going.

The lack of pratical knowledge didn't troubled you anymore cause the way Jason where breathing hard only proved you were doing the thing right, even if it was in a slow pace.

"Fuck.." He said in surprise when you started playing with only his tip, circling it with your tongue.

His hips sometimes buckled up and you kissed his dick, putting it all in your mouth and letting it out with a pop, before giving special attention to the tip again.

"Enough with the tease darlin-" You went all way down again and tried to move your tongue, but it was too much and you gagged.

"Easy, easy.." He touched your cheek while you recovered your breath with your head leaning in his covered tight, your right hand never stoping the light caresses in his cock.

He was looking at you in a strange way and you desesperate needed to change the focus of his attention so you closed your fist firmly.

Jason moaned with eyes finally closing again, and you started once more your ministrations. The taste of him and the sensation of his hips bucking involuntary where too good for you and you moaned too, the vibration making him take part of your hair in his hand. You looked up to see a question in his half open blue eyes, the answer were another moan of you.

You started rubbing him vigorously while you sucked his tip, the hand on your hair not forcing you down but not letting you go either, and Jason's moans were becoming more frequent. He was close.

He loosed the grip on you reluctantly "I'm.. I'm going to.. You should.."

But you do not moved away, you put his dick all down your mouth until it touched your throat, and even if his cock didnt fit entirely, you tried. Your gag reflexes send him over the edge.

He come hard on you, throwing cum directly down your throat as his hips trembled. He could feel you trying to breathe and swallow his seed and control your gagling at same time and it made him want to fuck your mouth for real.

When you pulled off, you didn't think twice before licking his dick again, making sure that there wasn't any trace of his cum behind. Only then you got up and straightened yourself in the seat.

You didn't looked at him nor give him the chance to speak first, the realization of what happened coming hard.

"Look, I don't usually treat my male friends like this so don't judge me. Im not a slut, really, to be honest i have never done this before so.. And no, i retire what i said, there's not such thing as a slutty woman okay? We should do what we want without feeling guilty by society and-" Jason took your hand on his.

"Wait a moment." He said caressing your hand with his tumb. "You said you never did it before? Give head?"

You looked at him, there were not judgment, only curiosity and respect in Jason's face.

"I'm.. I shouldnt have said it but, yeah. If it wasnt obvious and you already knew, now you know." There was shame on your shoulders even if he wasnt being judgmental and seemed to have appreciated the moments before.

His eyes never left yours as he thought in silence, the atmosphere between you changing again.

"I never kissed either so it's not a big deal i gave you head because you joke about it, we should forget it.. Can you please unlock the door now?"

He put his hand on your waist to stop you from reach the panel, you had to look on his face, now just centimeters from yours. His breath were a mix of something and spearmint.

"You don't think I should claim your first kiss too? I mean.." His voice were low, controlled.

"I just.. your.. you know.."

"Yeah, i know darling. I want to taste it on you."

You closed your eyes and it was his clue. He closed the space between you two, using the hand on your waist to put your body closer. His lips were soft and his posture controlled, but you could feel how he was trying not to push your limits, how his tongue wanted enter your mouth and call it his. You were breathless, you didn't though it would be like this. So much with so little. Your heart pounded and when you opened your eyes and you saw you had leanead on his chest, both hands on his strong shoulders.

He had a half smile in his lips, the dimple a moment to show in its glory.

"It's starting to rain Jason." You managed to say.

"Yeah, and I'm only starting to kiss you for tonight.." He bended in your direction again, never taking his eyes from your lips.

[feliix]

more than friends (with benefits) ↠ felix

↠ Felix x Reader

↠ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, FWB!AU

↠ Rating: M (18+) ↠ Word Count: 2k

↠ Summary: You always thought being friends with benefits with Felix was a dream. At least, that was until the benefits starting outweighing the friendship and your feelings got sucked in.

↠ Warnings: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, mutual pining

↠ A/N: hi sorry this is very unedited I might go in and fix stuff later sorry Im lazy right now and banner creds to me okay enjoy!

“So wet for me,” his deep, gravelly voice fills your ears, the room spinning around you with each buck of his hips. Teeth sinking into your lip, you grasp for the sheets beside you. His rhythm is quick, persistent, and you’re unable to catch your breath.

“Felix,” his name leaves your lips in a high pitched whine. It's getting harder to hold on with a pace like this. Had you not already cum twice just tonight, maybe your stamina would be a bit higher. But the familiar knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter as his thrusts persist. 

It's not long until you're coming undone around him. The force of his hips driving into you, the firm grip his hand has on your ass sets you aflame. Just a few more powerful ruts; he’s angling himself just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. And that's when your legs begin to shake, the force from your third orgasm taking over.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth as you ride out your high, Felix’s pace only quickening to grant himself an orgasm of his own. Oversensitivity sets in quickly causing your eyes to slam shut in dismay; mind blurry with small white stars as your pussy continues to spasm around him.

“So fucking tight,” Felix’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking and all you can offer is the tightening spasms of your pussy. You clench around him rapidly, enticing him to come to his finish. “ Fuck, baby. Such a good slut for me.”

Unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside, the sound of his voice shooting right to your core and letting out an extra gush of arousal. Felix takes this as a sign to go harder, busing himself by pounding into you. Each time his hips meet your ass he leaves a gentle slap on your supple skin. When he bottoms out your back arches instinctively. The pressure of his tip on your sweet spot drives you wild, your fingers grabbing for the sheets underneath you to hold onto. 

But him fucking you from behind causes you to miss the sweet contortion of his face as he reaches his high. You can only feel the grip he has on your waist tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing deeply into your skin as he ruts into you with such fervor. 

He doesn’t pull out, you’ve already told him that he doesn’t have to. All that's on your mind is being filled to the brim with Felix’s cum. “Fuck,” you’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him, “want you to fill me up.”

With a few especially hard thrusts Felix is collapsing over you, holding you close as his cum paints your walls. The pace of his thrusts slows as soon as his hot body presses against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you both come down from your highs.

If you didn't feel his heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck you may have forgotten where you were. The labored sound of breathing fills the room around you. His rapid heartbeat pounds against your back; it's slowing now, that's how you know he’s about to pull out.

It's the same routine every time. He comes over, you fuck, you cuddle, he leaves.

Which is okay, the two of you aren’t dating or anything. You’re friends with benefits; emphasis on the benefits half and a little less stress on the friends part. This isn’t how it’s always been. Things used to be the other way around, ironically. 

Felix was your best friend, it wasn’t until you initiated this little arrangement that things changed. 

It’s a blur how it all came about actually. Just one day you got a little too worked up while looking at his plush lips, making a move and changing the dynamic between the two of you forever. After letting him fuck you once, you never came back from that.

The Netflix nights faded into the dark as the Netflix & chill nights came more frequently. It isn’t something that you noticed at first, you were into it, gosh, why wouldn't you be? So many girls would love to be in your place – hooking up with their highly attractive guy best friend. But over time you began to miss the relationship you used to have. Watching a movie without pausing halfway through to have sex is unheard of now. You can’t remember the last time you were actually able to do that. 

The worst part is you think you might be missing something else. The more you hookup the more you find yourself longing for him – not just his touch. When he leaves, you feel lonely. Not just the ‘I’m alone’ lonely, either. You want to be with him all the time, spend time doing fun couple-y things in addition to the hot sex you have every night. You want more from this, you need to be more than friends.

And before you know it, Felix’s body is relaxing as he pulls out of you slowly, a trail of cum following in its path beginning to drip down your thigh. A deep sigh leaves your lips when the weight of Felix’s body flops down onto the mattress next to you. You want him to know you’re bothered, you’re just too scared to bring it up on your own.

It doesn’t seem that he notices, though, he just lets out an exhausted grunt in return. In a split second reaction, you sigh again, trying to cover it up by extending your limbs to look like you’re stretching. The second one may have been a bit too dramatic; Felix noticed it this time, the look on his face riddled with confusion.

“Something wrong?”

Oh, great. Well, you got what you wanted, not having to start the conversation but you’ll definitely be the one to ruin it. You could just deflect, say ‘nothing’ and carry on the way you were – but that won’t do much to help your own feelings. 

“Actually, yeah.”

The phrase surprises you just as much as it surprises Felix, you just do a better job of covering it up than he does. His eyes are wide, head turned in your direction now as he begins to sit up. Luckily both of your clothes were in close vicinity – this probably isn't a conversation that neither of you wants to have naked.

Or have in general, for that matter. But getting dressed is a nice way to avoid eye contact, which seems to be the only thing you’ll be able to avoid in this awkward moment.

“What’s up?”

The concern in his voice is prevalent. He’s doing what he can to stay calm but deep down he’s worried. The meek thought of you cutting him off crosses Felix’s mind briefly; a pang of anxiety cuts through him like a knife. And he doesn’t do a great good job of hiding it, but thankfully you’re too caught up in putting on a shirt that you don't notice. 

Guilt starts eating away at you once you realize what you’re doing, what you’re about to tell him. This could ruin everything between you. You don’t think he’ll cut you off, no; but chances are you tell him and things will change forever. The second you speak up about it will determine your future with Felix – if there even is one.

“Have you ever thought about,” your voice stalls, letting a deep breath pause your thoughts in an attempt to ease your mind, “not just having sex anymore?”

“You wanna stop hooking up?” 

“N-no, that's not what I meant!” The words fly out of your mouth more forceful than you intended, and before you're able to stop yourself from spilling them. A puzzled look quickly crosses Felix’s face as he waits for you to continue. There’s a strange tension beginning to surround you, making your palms sweat and stomach twist. 

The air is feeling heavier as thoughts are flooding through your mind. The longer you prolong this conversation the more it's going to hurt you in the end, “Things have just...changed.” 

His head nods along with your words, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his face sinks. Somewhere along the timeline of between being best friends and friends with benefits, that friendship you had was lost. It isn't just you who realized that.

“Because I have feelings for you?”

“Y-you what?” 

You have to pinch yourself to make sure that this is real and what you heard Felix just said was true. But he finds humor in your response, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as your jaw slowing drops. All this time and you both have been oblivious to each other's feelings…

“I thought you knew that…” His voice is soft, trailing off at the end as embarrassment creeps up. A rosy blush tints his freckled cheeks, soon covering them as he buries his head in his hands. 

“You never told me that,” you chuckle endearingly, butterflies pounding at your chest as heat rises to your cheeks, “did you know that I have feelings for you?”

“Noooo,” his voice is playful, head sinker deeper into his hands as small giggles leave his lips.

It a split-second reaction your hands are taking hold of his wrists, gently moving them from his face to look at his eyes. They’re narrowed into squints, his face squished into a smiling mess as his ears are red with embarrassment. 

“So were you just not gonna tell me?” You say in a joking tone, doing your best to ease Felix’s nerves. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

The mood of the room suddenly shifts. Felix’s smile is quick to fade, his cheeks settling back to normal as his eyes slightly widen. Your heart twists with his words – the thought of losing him to something so silly hits you like a million bricks. Sucking in a deep breath, he reaches for your hand, noticing the change of your expression and giving a sympathetic smile. Your eyes follow the trace of his tumb over your hand, stroking the skin lightly as you sit in silence. 

You wonder if that thought has weighed heavy on his mind for a while, how long he’s had feelings for you. It must have hurt him feeling like this was nothing more than sex to you; if only he knew.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s eyes light up at your words, his hand gripping yours a little firmer now. The butterflies you first felt are still there, flapping away in your stomach each time the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder there he is, cheeks blushing as his head turns to face you. A swift hand is brought to your neck, holding it as he effortlessly moves in towards you. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as he moves closer, focusing your eyes on each of his features; catching his tongue swipe across his bottom lip. His face is just centimeters from yours, his eyes staring down at your lips and his hot breath fanning across the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I love you,” his deep voice whispers over your lips. You aren’t given enough time to return the words before he’s moving in closer.

Time stills in slow motion when his soft lips meet yours; the world could stop turning but all that would matter is that you are here, right now, in this moment with Felix.

‘More Than Friends (With Benefits)’ is copyright 2020 @chaangbin​​, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[escapewriter]

main masterlist || tbz written masterlist

read this if you would like to request something

a/n : IM SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS

~

tbz reaction to s/o bringing them breakfast in bed

sangyeon : he would be so sleepy SO IDK I JUST IMAGINE HIM BEING FED. like your make him sit up and his eyes are kinda droopy because he’s tired but he’s awake enough to eat. so you kinda just feed him until he grabs the utensil and feeds you. PLEASE

jacob : if you were a heavy sleeper, jacob would definitely wake up before you. so the breakfast is bed wouldn’t exactly be a surprise, more just a favor you would do for him. “i’ll go make breakfast.” he’d ask if you needed help, to which you decline.

“relax, let me make you some breakfast in bed.” he’d smile at you, thinking about how lucky he is to have someone like you.

younghoon : he’d pout and get emotional. he’d immediately want to shoot up and try to make you some lunch or something just to return the nice gesture. but instead, he just makes you sit with him and eat too as you watched the tv that he turned on.

“i cant believe you made this for me. it really touches me heart.”

“i’m glad you like it younghoon.”

jaehyun : he’d be surprised to see the food you made for him. but he’d get really excited to try the food too because you both never really made breakfast for one another. so the second he took his first bite, you held your breath, nervous on how he’ll react. but when he let out the satisfied hum and wide eyes looking into yours, you let out the breath.

he held out his hand, giving you a tumbs up and he nodded his head, looking about at the food in his lap. “this is REALLY good. you need to cook for me more often.” you knew you’d regret this later.

juyeon : man, his eye smile would be the only thing you’d see the second you enter the room with his breakfast. he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling because this made his morning brighter because it was a good start to the day. and then after every bite he takes, (idk if any of you saw that one video of him when he likes food and when he doesnt) he’ll make that faces that makes you think it isnt good but it actually is.

“wow this is amazing.”

“juyeon, your reactions keep giving me a heart attack.”

kevin : kevin might honestly wake up to the noise. he’d hear the clanking of the pan or something and would go out to try and investigate. but when he sees you cooking, he’ll come up behind you and ask what you’re cooking, to which you pout and tell him what you were planning.

“oh shoot! wait, i wasn’t here, okay? I WASNT! this is all an imagination~”

he’ll rush back to bed and try to sleep so you can continue on with your surprise.

chanhee : why does it feel like he’d hesitate. like you come in with food and he’d just eye you suspiciously or something. “what did you do to it?” or like “will i get food poisoning?” but then you remind him that your cooking has gotten better because of all the times you’ve cooked with him.

“i get that you cooked with me, but i usually do all the work while you taste test everything.”

“okay then taste test this for me.”

“but i might die.”

changmin : changmin would uwu. like, he’d see you come in the bedroom with the tray and his eyes would just turn into hearts. idky but i can just here him say something like “for me?? really???” then you’d joke and sit on the edge of the bed, “no it’s for me.” IDK BUT I JUST CANT BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU JOKED WITH HIM, HE’D STILL BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU EAT OR YOU PUTTING EFFORT INTO DOING SOMETHING SO KIND FOR HIM.

haknyeon : haknyeon seems like the type to wake up as your cooking. he would smell the food and immediately would hear his stomach growl in hunger, but he waits patiently for you to wake him up. what he didn’t expect was you bringing him a big tray of food so he could have breakfast in bed. he’d sit up with wide eyes, his mouth agap as he had no words from how confused he was.

you giggle at how adorable he is and explained your reasoning, “you’ve been working hard lately. i thought you could wake up to something nice like breakfast in bed.”

he’s literally shooting you heart eyes as he grabs your hand as kisses it, “thank you so much, i love it.”

sunwoo : he’d would get very excited. he’d kiss your cheek as you placed the tray on his lap. you’d try to go to the kitchen to clean up the mess but he would make you stay and would tell you that he would clean everything after you eat with him.

he’ll be holding up food “say ‘ahh’.” you giigle and open your mouth as he feeds it to you. “thank you for the breakfast, i’ll wash everything for you.”

eric : the second you walk into the room with the tray in your hands, you knew you should’ve woken him up first. you carefully placed the tray of food on the other side of the bed so he wouldn’t hit it. you’d try to wake him up but nothing. he’ll only mumble and wave his hand at you asking for 5 more minutes.

but then he smells the food. his eyes open a little bit as he sits up a bit, leaning on his forearms. he spots the tray next to him as he looks up at you, “i mean if you dont want it, i can eat—”

“NO! i mean, you can have some, but i want some too.” you roll your eyes with a smile as he sits up, ready to devour the food you brought him.

[koszmar-zycie]

About MUN!

Basics

Name: Gregory

Pronouns: he/him

Zodiac Sign: Dragon (Eastern) - Taurus (Western)

Age: 31

Blogs: Just this one! …. Well, I have a personal account too, but only about three people know it.

Experience

How long?: Well (and boy does this say how old I am) I technically started RPing (online) using AOL chat rooms waaaaay back when. Red Dragon Inn. Hectic. Like the somewhat clean version of Goldshire, if it were in the older days of the modern internet. Anyway, I had an OC back then, though most people RP’d as random assorted existing characters.

Platforms you’ve used: AOL Chat Room and various IM systems, Discord, here on Tumb, in-game for gaming, aaaaand tabletop. lol

Best experience: BLEH. I dunno, honestly. It’s kinda hard to put that one into words. Getting into Tumblr RP was cool, but also for some reason borderline impossible for me to find RP in. So I’d say that @stonestridernerd and I having a couple really good threads with characters that have great chemistry? Top of the list. Especially @jadeblossom-journeys, because Xiu and Kuina are amazing, and meeting in-game made for adorb pics. I’d mentioned my friend Nox I made here too, but we use Discord pretty much only now, so if that counts! We’ve had some rad interactions.

Writing preferences

Fluff, angst or smut: That’s kinda a hard things to say, but fluff, if I had to. Especially as, yet again, the aforementioned Pandas are WAY too good, and their fluff is the fluffiest. No pun intended, but definitely welcome. lol

Plots or memes: Aw. Well, I always favor plots, but I never mind anything, really.

Long or short replies: Medium at least. I’ve been adamant about writing since at *least* 4th grade, and actively pursuing a struggling writing career path. I don’t mind short replies, but I try to do at *least* a short paragraph. When it’s really short, it can kinda bug me. I don’t hold it against anyone if that’s they’re jam though. And I’ll never let it stop me from RPing with anyone. :)

Are you like your muse(s)?: I always seem to have a little of myself in pretty much every muse, but some more than others. I tend to say it this way: Koszmar is the most like me comprehensively. Rahab thematically. Taima spiritually. And Xiuying optimistically. :)

tagged by: @foxfictioncentral tagging: Hmmm. @noxsden since we’re tight and I still don’t know anything about him. lol @nixalegos @pastries-of-dalaran @alliesweetsong-wra @zanderthebookworm & anyone else who’d like to do this! Sorry if you’d already been tagged by someone else!

[clubtuan]

between the lines | mark tuan

→ prompt : « I'm sorry .. »

→ rating : fluff, angst, comedy.

→ summary : Mark Tuan, and his 2 months stays in a neighboor .. are deeper than what people actually sees ! After losing his mom when he was only a child, he lost another someone, after cancer took his father.

 This time ; road took his love one, a summer night he got that call saying, his first love was dead even if the body hasn’t been find, her motorcycle was .. in han river with her bagpack, and her favorite jacket .. July, 23th 2015 mark the day L/N Y/N says her goodbye at age 21 !

→ inspired : Strongest Deliveryman.

It’s been two months .. two other long and painful months for Mark, a photo in his right hand just like every other time he looks at the paper and the smiles printed on it !

Him, and small brunette in his arms and two bikes in the back one black and the other white, he probably looks the happiest he ever been on this ! Both of them were doing the famous V sign with their fingers, a good friend of them : Jackson, was the one who told them he was taking a photo !

 A few characters were writing at the back of the photo : ‘ i love you – Y/N’

 The memories of his first girlfriend was one of his most painful wound, « I miss you Y/N » her name still as painful to say as ever ! The girl was full of positivity and joyful, one of the sweetest deliveryman of their neighborhood. Even after two years, he still remember her favorite group, song, smell and candle ! He also recall the smell of her perfume, one of his favorite .. damn after two years it was still impossible to forget her !

His bagpack on his shoulders and his helmet on his head, he was ready to leave this part of Seoul to go to a new one, not for more than two months !

A lot of thoughts were ruining in his head as he was on his bike, apparently this time one of the best deliveryman was also living in this neighborhood, none other than Park Yoon Ji, she made a name for herself in not even 2 years ! Working at Park’s, 23 year old and the fastest deliveryman of this area of Seoul !

 Two months in this place, would probably be okay the girl is nothing to be fear of ! She might be the ‘best’ but Mark, never wanted to be the best, he only wanted a job, and find something he promised to his dad before he passed away..

He was quite popular, because he was nice, and helpful to people around him ! He was strong and good looking but also give the ‘i’m the crazy dude from this neighborhood’ vibe.

 After his long early morning ride, he was watching the sunrise close to Han River. Sitting on the grass he was the only one here, no joggers, no kids playing, or persons going to work, he was alone, like the last guy on earth .. it’s been long since he came to this side of the river ! But for the moment he needed this, he needed to remind, moments of happiness, even if it was hard and tears were making his eyes cloudy ! Her laugh was like a melody is in his ears and her long brown hair flotting in the air !

 His eyes were close, but it feels like he made a jump of almost 3 years in the past, early morning at Han River with her was a thing they both loved to do !

« It’s not the time to cry Mark, you need to go to work »

A few seconds after his words, the sound of a motor could be heard some meters away from him, another bike, a dark grey one, and a slim figure on it a girl, he was sure of that ! All dressed in black and some white/blond hair could be seen just under the limit of the helmet. The inscription ‘SEOUL GIRL GANG’ was writing in white on her jacket.

 At the same moment, Park Yoon Ji was riding her bike to get away from the river side, and go back to her neighborhood.

Her friend Lee Dan Ah sends her a text saying her aunt was looking for her ! Her peaceful morning ritual has been shortened by that.

After some minutes, she was at her aunt and uncle’s restaurant ‘Park’s’ her bike parked beside the delivery scooters and her helmet in her right hand. « Park Yoon Ji, here to help you sir ! » her other hand in front of her forehead and a big smile on her lips « Yah yah ! Insead of doing weird stuff help me ! »

Yoon Ji, were close to her aunt and uncle, they were the ones who take her after her parents’ death !

« Palpalsuta needs some flour for their fresh noodles please go give them some ! » the blond shows her tumb to Park Sang Gu, her aunt before taking a pack of flour for the restaurant at the end of the street and where Dan Ah, Yoon Ji’s friend was working .. until she could make enough money and leaving ‘Joseon Hell’ as she was calling it !

 One of her earbuds in her ear she was humming the song ‘Pride and Prejiduce by Zico’ and was walking with the four against her chest.

« Hello ! Flour delivery by the one and only, cooles .. » her mouth was still open but she didn’t ended her sentence, at one of the tables were Dan Ah and a guy .. this guy, was Mark .

Yoon Ji didn’t says anything more, but give the flour to Soon Ae. « My aunt says you didn’t have and .. and i’ll be going »

 Her bangs was hiding a part of her face, well at least she hope it was ! Right now wasn’t the right moment ! To be honest the right moment .. it was never ! She could hear Soon Ae calling her as she was leaving the restaurant.

The tie of her converse was undone, but it wasn’t important at this instant ! She was almost running back to her work place ! Who could believe they saw Park Yoon Ji running at 9 a.m ? Not a lot of people .. but the delivery gang, consisting of : Im Jaebum, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom, Park Jinyoung and Choi Youngjae saw that !

« Amazing, so now she run in the morning ? » was questioning Young Taek, his 3 friends shrug their shoulders .. « Miss Park Yoon Ji, probably have a lot to do ! » Im Jaebum, the ‘leader’ and older of the gang awnsered.

 But the real question is, why was she running like a mad one ?

She wasn’t the shy type, more the I’ll have the last word ! And I know I’m right ! So why ?

And she wasn’t the type to have any physical activity if she didn’t have at least one cup of coffee and her coffee quota was : ZERO ! So what was wrong with her ?

« Have you seen a ghost ? you’re as pale as one ! » her uncle says, she shook her head before climbing the stairs to the appartement where the three of them were living .

The small cat of the family was sleeping on the couch beside her aunt. « So the flour ? » she gaves a positive sign to her aunt, before going to her room to change her clothes and trying to calm her heart.

 In such a short time, the girl changed so much .. too much for her own good, first her hair colour, until she decided to her nostril pierced, and soon after some ink here and there .. Park Yoon Ji was an artist stuck in ‘Joseon Hell’

And stuck in her past too ..

 She was looking at the picture she was hiding in one of her drawers, everything was simpler back then .. she was truly happy !

« Now is not the time Yoon Ji, now is never the time »

 The crazy and busy time of the day, the phone was rining again and again, her and Lee Jin Hyun who was also working here with her, were in their rush hours !

« Already back Yoon Ji ? » Jin Hyun was asking « I’m not the fastest for nothing » she answer him.

« Oh, and Palpalsuta has a new deliveryman ! »

He passed ? He passed Dan Ah’s test ? How is it possible ? She didn’t even passed this test ! And even if someone was ok .. they were gone after less than a week !

« Unnie, you okay ? » she turned her head to see the concern in Jin Hyun’s eyes « Hum ? Yeah.. i need to go noodles doesn’t go by themsleves »

 After her last delivery, the young girl has stop in a calm spot not far form her neighborhood, only to get a drink and get her mind straight.

‘Seoul is big enough, so why here ? I mean ok my name isn’t write in big neon letter at the entrance .. but still !’ Another thing caught her attention, the day date : ‘July, 19th 2017’

« It’s almost been two years since the young delivery girl crashed in the river with her bike » one says « Kids they don’t understand how dangerous those things are .. » the second says « Speed makes them feel alive for some seconds and after that kind of thing happen »

 Their words were like a ping pong ball, nothing more .. just sounds in the background of a bar ! Words with no backbones .. this is how Yoon Ji felt about that ! This is how she needed to felt !

Her phone was blowing with texts from Dan Ah, Jin Hyun, her aunt and the neighborhood gang ! All she wanted to do was throwing it in the river .. and forget, once again .. all she was asking for was a few hours of calm and loneliness.

 After his long first day, Mark was laying on the floor of his room, his arm under his head, he was looking at the ceiling of his room.

The sound of piano was filing his ears, thanks to his earbuds, his phone on is chest and no light in the room he was feeling at his ease at this moment, as if nothing ever happened ! But he knew, the next morning he was only going to wake up to an empty bed, the spot beside him will be cold as it’s now .. the unplanned sleep over with Y/N were the best, he would probably tell her some story of his day, and her would have been on his chest drawing some stuffs, and she would fall asleep in no time.

 He would probably tell her about the five weirdos he met earlier today, while doing his deliveries, the five trying to bullied him cause he was the new one and no ones knew him ! He knew they weren’t dangerous just trying to show off to girls ! He once was like that too, when he met Y/N, doing some stupid thing on his bike hoping to catch her attention.

- The young guy, sitting on his bike waiting for the brunette to finish her day at the restaurant. Playing on his phone he was waiting for her, findind the time really long, his bangs was starting to get in his eyes, maybe it was time to go cut it !

« Good evening boss ! » It was now or never ! He was filing his chest with air, trying to look manly.

 The brunette passed him, without even looking at him .. he scarped his throat hope she would look at him instead of her phone «  I saw you the first time ! » she said without looking at him «  I just choose to ignore you » now she was looking at him.

 She knew who he was, obviously : Mark Tuan, started here a month ago and was really good on a bike and okay, yes he was attractive ! She would be lying if she didn’t admit her crush for him !

And the dude was doing a lot of stuff to get her attention -

 The sleep won the war against the brown haired dude, who was now sleeping after what seems to a lifetime ! This neighborhood seems to be a bit weird, but cozy at the same time.

Yoon Ji, was her siting at her desk in her room, glasses on her nose and working on something that seems important enough to still doing it at 2 a.m on a Friday night, while also reading the text Dan Ah sends her to explain her meeting with Mark, how they almost ended up having an accident because ‘he’s not careful on his motorbike’ and ‘he just seems like an idiot to me i swear’ the last one was just ‘Yeon Ji asked me to shut up and just die or sleep ! Good night’ this one made the white haired girl laughed soflty. ‘our yoga leader needs to find her chill ! Good night’

 The sleep also won over Yoon Ji, who fell asleep at her desk, her computer still on and a lot of number on the screen .. her bank account seems to be full and a list of stuffs she apparently needed.

One of her hand was in her hair, and her other arm was what we can call a pillow. Her guardian angel or her aunt throwed a duvet on her, hoping her niece could find a little peace and doesn’t catch a cold.

 Her aunt, was just like a second mom for Yoon Ji, whenever she needed her she was here for her niece, no matter what .. she was here for her.

This is what family is suppose to do for you .. and family started to have a sense when the blondie moved with her uncle and aunt ..

 Sang Gu and Ho Seok couldn’t have a child, even if they did try for years and years ! So when Sang Gu knews her sister wrote down on her testament, she wanted that her sister her brother-in-law keeps her daughter when she wasn’t a part of this world anymore, the couple fight to have custody !

 Dan Ah, told Yoon Ji to meet her at Palpalsuta for the breakfast .. not remembering the new member of the delivery team, or she probably didn’t care !

Her short hair tied and a flannel too big for a slim figure, Yoon Ji was entering into the restaurant a bag with cups of coffee for her and her friend.

« Sorry, but we are close » Yoon Ji, almost forgot about him too, or was it the early hours playing with her mind ? « I know, i’m just here to .. take breakfast with Dan Ah »

This time couldn’t run away with no reasons .. the both of them were looking around, but at each others too when the other one wasn’t watching.

« -So Dan Ah has friends !

-Crazy, right ! » he was laughing after her answer. « I’m Mark Tuan »

All she wanted to tell him was that she already knew that, « Park Yoon Ji » was what she told instead.

‘Don’t think I would just forget about it, Hoping that you won’t forget about it .. - paper heart’

part 2?