#fireworks twt

[anachronistic-falsehood]

oh my god do NOT go on twitter to look at the forever situation. it's like the dream situation where people are cheering for his downfall and making a joke out of ccs unfollowing him and claiming they never liked him anyway. this is not something to joke about, this is a grown ass man making inappropriate comments towards girls as young as thirteen. good god

[vampyresonata]

You're free to leave me, but just don't decieve me.

And please, believe me when I say...

[grailknightmonty]

but you make me feel at home, in the neon glow

little ethubs doodle inspired by a clip of them watchin fireworks (under the cut) C: theyre always so close to each other im so ;0;

credit to @/Ethvbs for clip and pose inspo also from @/kc_ul8r (both on twt)

[qevillous]

art dumps incoming or wateva

^ overwatch aloha concept

side order infection au (concepted w @kib_x3 on twt, made before side order was released)

(firework) jellyfish aloha

girl s5 designs

misc rp art

callie and mask (+by extension marie) cousins… smile

long hair army

[k-hotchoisan]

Hiii, umm I am still kinda new here so, I don't actually know if you can see this or not... but I just want you to know YOUR FICS ARE SO GOOD!!!! I always come back to read them :O Can I request a fic or something for Jongho please? If not a fic, can I request #15 for Jongho please? He is my bias but I can't find many fics about him......

15. Roleplay with Hongjoong or Unprotected sex with Jongho?

I saw his recent selfies on twt and bOY I’ve prefaced it before (though not here) that he’s so fucking handsome??

As always, thank you for waiting & enjoy! 🩷

Just because he doesn’t like just anyone touching him, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get touch starved.

Warnings: smut, pwp, cream pie, unprotected sex, riding, touch starved!Jongho

Taglist:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

When you were first introduced to Jongho, it was established that he didn’t like physical contact, and so you helped him draw that boundary, giving him that physical space.

But as you spent more time with him, what you didn’t realise was the way his hand resting on your shoulders when he was behind you when he was trying to whisper something into your ear if it was too crowded, the way he’d let his knees and shoulders bump into yours when you’re running your mouth about something, the way he’d lean in closer as an excuse to hear you better when he just wanted to close the distance between the both of you, and the way his hands would intentionally cover yours when he wanted to take something off your hands.

He wonders if you’ll ever notice. He wonders how much more he can take before he breaks.

A lazy Thursday evening, when you’re over at his place as usual, playing video games with Jongho. The both of you were playing a coop game, and losing composure at each other, laughing whenever the physics of the game made zero sense. When Jongho accidentally tosses a whole cooked steak down the hot air balloon, you shriek and slap his thigh on instinct, before you playfully yell at him for fucking up. The brunette’s eyes brighten while trying to hold in his laughter, staring at you with the most dumbfounded smile. His hand grasps yours, playfully apologising for messing up as he waves your hands in his to gain your forgiveness.

By instinct, you let your fingers naturally link in between his as he continues to shake your hand while coming up with 101 excuses. Your eyes land on your hands and you realise your fingers are intertwined with his, and you internally panic—shit, you didn’t mean to do that. As you smile and nod, feigning forgiveness, you gently release your grip, hoping Jongho didn’t notice.

But of course he does.

“We’re taking 5 and then we’re switching over to Wario Ware”, you giggle as you settle the controller down, getting up to raid his fridge. Jongho’s gaze follows your movements, and he, himself also settles his controller down to tail you.

You pull open the fridge door, the cold air immediately prickling your cheeks. He mostly has sprite cans lined up neatly. You turn to ask him, but your voice is stuck in your throat when you’re staring right into Jongho’s eyes, while he was evidently lost in yours. The silence hangs between the both of you, and you realise the proximity between you and Jongho, only the whirling sound of the fridge running accompanying the silence.

Jongho glances down at your lips. He detests kisses, and the both of you know that clear as day.

But he feels himself snap—from the way you’re just staring into his eyes, then to his lips before flickering back to his eyes once more. His hands cup your cheek and you shut your eyes, fireworks going off the moment you feel his lips on yours. He pushes the fridge door shut behind you and has you pinned against the fridge as he tastes every part of your mouth.

He pulls back, and the both of you are breathless, your heart skipping a beat when he strokes your cheek.

Your gaze finds his, and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in for another kiss before he separates from you again.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You ask, glancing up his flushed face.

“I should be asking you that. I’ve been holding back since forever”, he replies, before he leads you back to the couch.

His touches feel so desperate—he feels you up and down several times as he collides his lips with yours above you, making sure his palms brush every inch of your skin while he undresses you article by article. He peels his pants off him, letting his cock slap against his lower abdomen, before his lips send you shocks down your spine as sucks on sensitive spots on your neck. You sigh, letting your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers tangling against his soft, brown hair.

He pushes two fingers in after wetting them with his spit, his gaze glued to yours to watch for any discomfort. You contract your abdomen, your legs spreading wider pulling his fingers deeper into your cunt, feeling him search for a particular spot. The moment you gasp and whimper, he knows he’s found it, and Jongho’s determined to make you come undone just from his fingers.

He watches the way your eyes roll back, the way it looks like you’re running out of air, looking fucked out, the way you’re jolting every time his finger tips press against the spongy surface of your spot, and especially the noises you make, all just for him to hear.

Your sobs are shaky as your orgasm completely wipes any ounce of coherent thought in your head, other than the desperation to be fucked by Jongho, and it fills Jongho’s ears like a melody.

“There we go. Let it go babe”, he hums, his gaze lowers down to his fingers stained with your wet release, before he lets you suck his fingers clean.

He joins you on the couch, and it’s an automatic response to climb onto his lap, the heat radiating off his thick cock luring your cunt in almost way too quickly. You decide, fuck it, especially when you see his eyes slowly looking more glazed and mesmerised while you’re on top of him.

You lift your hips and slowly sink down on his thick length—the overstimulation of his cock dragging across your walls making your legs shake, while Jongho has his eyes shut, forcing himself not to bust when he’s just barely entered you. His eyes flutter open as he struggles to regulate his breathing.

His hands which are on your thighs, trailing upwards so agonisingly slow until he his hands are cupping your cheeks once more, before he pulls you in for another hungry kiss. Your body feels like it’s on fire from the way he’s teasing you with his touches.

Jongho’s hands slides down to your ass, grabbing a fistful of it as he carries your ass up, and begins making you bounce on his dick. His fat cock stretches you out, and it’s driving you insane.

“That’s it. You feel so fucking good”, he groans, burying his head into your shoulders, keeping up with your bouncing with his hip thrusts. White begins to form around the base of his cock as he continues to fuck into you from below.

Your cunt flutters around his cock, as you let go again, leaving scratches on his upper bag as your second orgasm completely engulfs your senses, the only thing leaving your lips are broken moans as your thighs continue to shake from the overstimulation.

“You came and you didn’t tell me? Bad girl”, Jongho whispers as he fits in one more heavy thrust into your cunt before he calls out your name weakly, spilling his load deep into you.

“It’s so much, Jongho”, you twitch in under his grip. You don’t see it, but you feel load after the load threatening to leak out of your sopping cunt. His thighs are stained with the mixture of your releases, and Jongho carries you to his bathroom. His touches never leave yours throughout the whole ordeal.

Sharing a spite after a hot shower together where he made sure to breed you for another round, the both of you are back on the couch, snuggled up and comfortable, still deciding if you should start up Wario Ware.

You pull back to stare at him, and that gets his attention.

“I thought you didn’t like physical affection?”

“Well, there are exceptions, obviously. One of them just happens to be you.”

Jongho doesn’t want to let you know much he’s been craving to touch you, how much he wanted you to reciprocate, but as the relationship blossoms, he makes sure you do.

[disappointedcreeper]

DJSJDJDDKFKDLW I HATE THE FOURTH OF JULY

fireworks :/

1 they are a fire hazard and 2 fop brain no like TwT

[firefly--bright]

come january. (2)

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern au. part two of this fic.

summary ; to love someone is to know someone, fully, wholly, and jean fulfills this, wholly, knowingly.

warnings ; badly written smut, MDNI. ive never written smut before so its probably going to be bad. please tread carefully. literally the most vanilla sex u can ever imagine. too wordy.

a/n ; as said before ive never done this before and i really dont think writing smut is my forte with my writing style? but. i've had ideas and i just wanted to explore the idea of writing it. as practice. or wtv. so if you dont like it pls feel free to not interact at all OR leave a constructive criticism in my askbox/messages.

taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable

again, MDNI. any and all minors who interact with this post will be blocked! this is a direct part two of this post, so reading it within context would be better :D

masterlist is in pinned post! ✿ enter my taglist! ✿

middle tile art creda to @yuka-levi on twt!

Everything happens. Universes are created, ended, made again. Strings – thick, usually unbreaking and strong, snap apart when his lips are on yours and you lose everything you ever thought you might had in him. And it belongs there, you think, because it feels right.

You pull apart, breaths heavy, hearts lighter, burrowed in each other's chests so deeply that it would take a skilled surgeon to replace them again. Your smile is still present on your face, gentle, whole, and your smile makes him smile even if his eyes are closed. There's a distance pop followed by a big bright flash of beautiful golden and you open your eyes, turning to the source. Fireworks. Another one, farther away, flashes out in all its glory, looking like the birth of a star. Jean’s head rests on your shoulder, his hands cupping your cheek, not taking his eyes away from you, watching the light dance on your features, lighting the tip of your nose and side of your cheek, kissing the corner where your ear meets your jaw because he finally can. Because he wants to, because he finds himself present there, with you and against you.

You inhale as his kisses spread further down your neck, your heart beating with the numerous fireworks in the sky only for you to realise that the new year was here and he was by your side, on your side just as he was supposed to be. You turned and his kisses trailed to the apple of your cheeks, to where your smile met your eyes.

“jean.” You said, your voice overlapping the boom of the firework, and jean hummed, his lips resting on your forehead, unmoving and you could feel his own soft smile on your skin. His hands cup your jaw, and yours lay on his cheek, guiding his eyes to meet yours again.

“happy new year.” You say, and he swallows the sound of your voice, proving your existence to be heard and seen. “happy new year.” He echoes, proving his own life, breathing it into you. “I love you.” your smile turns softer. You echo back, “I love you too, jean.” You thumb rests on his cheek, his eyes fluttering close, brows furrowing slightly, his breath on yours, and he thinks about how his name has always been yours to say, thinking briefly about changing his name so that no one but you could say it, utter himself into his being.

But he doesn’t because you’ll have him as he is, and his lips are on yours again because he wants to taste how it feels like to be. You lean back with the force of his lips, humming shortly into him, goosebumps covering your skin as his hand grazes over your thigh, keeping you in your reality, locking you into a promise, into a routine that he wouldn’t change. You loose focus, his eyelashes feel nice against yours, his hands feel warm on you, his hair feels so soft under your hands and he feels twice more real than anything ever has and ever could. He kisses you with soft force, wanting you to know that you still have choice, but knowing you’d choose him. Over and over again.

His tongue mingles with yours, no hesitance behind his teeth, nothing that could make him reluctant. Second nature. Muscle memory. You allow him just the same, a small noise escaping your throat not in disagreement but with just the opposite. His hand leaves your thigh to support you as you lean further back, unable to hold yourself up for longer. You pull back, his lips still following your every move.

“we should- we...inside?” you ask, loosing coherence, but jean catches the meaning you throw away so easily. He nods against yours, and you feel your noses bump.

climbing down is muscle memory. Second nature. Routine, whatever you want to call it, but the moonlight at hushed words that were exchanged made it become more of a shrine of itself that it really was. Like always, like all the times before this one where you were less hidden but also less seen, jean helps you down. you climb with your feelings in your throat, your love spilling everywhere you'd touch, which makes you grab his hand with even more fervor as he helps you down, slipping in the room from the ledge.

Sitting on the edge of the bed of the spare guest room, you catch your breath. Jean stands near the window, supporting himself on it after closing it, trying keeping his own breath controlled, enjoying the view. He cant stop the smile that seems to now find his home on his lips without care. He’d get your lips tattooed on the inside of his ribs if he, carve your name that was always meant to be his into his bones so in the future, after being buried next to you, they’d be in a museum for people to connect the dots themselves.

Seconds pass. They feel like hours, and he leaves his spot on the window, kneeling infront of you, placing one hand beside you and one on your knee, travelling up slowly, finding god in the way your expression shifted so easily and openly infront of him, your breath hitching, leaning down to capture his lips again. Its different this time, if only a little, because the gentle warmth had progressed into a proper temperature, you think, as you rest your hand on the junction between his neck and his shoulder, your other one drawing soft shapes into his back despite the weight of the kiss. His tongue was on yours again, stealing all the words you thought you could speak but giving them their home anyway. Gasping as he pulled away, all control is left to be picked up by the wind as he leans over you, pressing himself onto you, your back hitting the soft mattress gently, his lips touching every part of you that was exposed, kissing the lines of your collarbones, every vein and muscle that was hidden, ashamed under your skin igniting with colours that you didn’t know existed. “jean,”

He hummed on your skin again, his voice cracking. He supported his weight on his arm that held itself next to your head, his eyes closed into you, feeling your own hands everywhere on himself, warmth spreading across his body. His hand lifts your leg up, his hand moving upward, feeling the rest of your body, the parts you hadn’t shown.

“jean, wait-“ you say. He pulls apart instantly, concern clouding his features as he peers at you, his lips still close to yours. speaking takes a lot of control, something you try to seize after everything he’s done to make you forget it exists, “the door.” You mutter, your hand on his jaw. He pauses, glancing at the lock that was left open before, and nods reluctantly. He doesn’t want to let go, and you agree, and you’re sure he knows it because your hand is still in his hair as he gets up. You do, too, opting to use the time to pull the zipper of your dress down.

If this was someone else – not that you’d want it to be – you’d have preferred to be more lost in the moment, but this was jean. Your jean, where every moment spent with him was spent lost within it. So you’d take your time because you had it. He wasn’t going anywhere – this was routine. Second nature, and jean turned back around from locking the door, breathing in to calm himself down again despite knowing that his breath was going to quicken, and it did. Or maybe he just lost all of it. All his thoughts stilled, only one ringing out in his ears along with his fastening heartrate, his cheeks red.

You're beautiful. With your clothes now pulled away, leaving you with your undergarments and the dim but present light shrouding your figure, lighting your hair, a small smile playing on your face.

You're beautiful. not that you weren't before but this - closest to divinity, closest to himself. Matching your state, jean decides to join you by removing his vest and the shirt that was underneath all in one swipe, while still taking long strides towards where you sat. his lips found yours as if they had never left, resuming your positions. Your hands find themselves undoing his belt as he presses kisses – soft, beautiful, full of words he couldn’t spell out – unclasping the hook of your bra with one hand, his own hands going down your back, tracing your spine that arched slightly, covered in goosebumps. Not because of the cold but because of how warm his touch was, because you were sure no-one had come close to the amount of softness that he held towards you. his lips were the complete opposite, his kisses fleeting but solid, sloppy but definite, sure of himself, of the fact that he wanted this – you. just you. everything with you.

He pulls away again and you suppress a whine, but he doesn’t go far – just enough to remove his trousers comfortably, throwing them somewhere on the floor along with the rest of his belongings. He doesn’t need them anymore because he has you and he belongs here, with you, more than he belongs with anything else he attaches himself with. Your pupils are blown wide and he sees the admiration in them, smirking when he catches you looking at him, your eyes going over every part of him without so much as an ounce of shame, unabashedly, maybe even a little proud.

He looks like god. His chest, well built moves up and down rapidly, his forearms outlining his veins, the slant of his chest that connected to his shoulders looked the closest to belonging you had ever felt. You shuddered as your eyes went even further down, taking in the contour of his dick, the fabric pulled taught, snapping your eyes to his again. And there lay your favorite view, even after seeing almost everything he had offered with simple actions and simpler existence, his eyes were always your favorite part – lit up but gauging your reaction, glazed over with everything he wanted.

“like what you see, beautiful?” he asks, leaning forward again, hovering over you with the same smile. your knees locked against either side of his waist, and you pull him in by the back of his neck to shut him up. “need what I see.” you whispered, your lips spelling it out on his own. He lifted your thigh, giving in.

his hands are everywhere. They're all your know, you're sure your skin could remember every callus and scar on them because of it. One settles on your hip, finally, the other still taking its time roaming on you, claiming its place near your upper thigh. His thumb his feather light, shadowy, whispering against the hem of your underwear, making you gasp. There's a spark in you that threatens to grow into something more, and you don’t know where to put your own hands. One circles his neck, playing with the ends of his hair – something that makes him stutter his movements. Your other hand, however, has plans of its own, carrying itself over to the waistband of his trunks, sliding further down, grazing the outline you had studied before. He grunts next to your ear. He licks his lips, his voice husky when he whispers into your ear, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

Not giving you a chance to reply if you even had one ready, he melts you into putty, his warm lips circling your nipple. Your strings are fraying, and his hand that had been resting on your hips is on your waist now, and you feel your voice calling out to him, pleading.

The spark grows, a knot forming in your core, “want- please, jean-“

“im yours, love.” He rasps, his tongue swirling around, making you gasp. You cupped your hand where it was, his size making another round of shivers run down your spine, his whimper on your breast, your skin soaking every sound as if it would save you from further decomposition, pulling the hem of his underwear down, feeling the size of his cock against you now. The spark evolves itself into something greater and you moan, his hand pushing your underwear aside. Whatever the spark was is now long gone, increasing its size into a fire, consuming your body, making your skin feel hot. He calls out your name, strained, gentle.

Your heart beating was probably the only proof of you being in this moment; the rest of your being had been fully consumed by jean, his lips sucking your neck, feeling your pulse in his mouth, trying with all his might to not give you everything he had, even if he was sure you already had it, drawn out and in front of him. He pulled you closer to him, your thighs hooked around his waist so you could feel him, and he could feel you, ready and wanting and waiting, your whimpers reaching his ears, settling in his chest, making him move, his muscles rippling with effort, all of which you could feel under your trembling fingers, gripping his shoulders with force as he pushed himself into you, filling you completely, slowly, wholly.  

Everything opened. Sounds felt a little like they were underwater, and it took you a while to accommodate him, his hips grazing yours, and he was saying something. You exhaled shakily and everything closed again, and you could hear him clearly now, his voice the only thing that could guide you.

“feels..so good, sweetheart-“ he says, his tone being something you hadn’t heard from him before. you like it, enjoy it more than the moment youre caught up against. His voice slinks against your body, deep and uncontrolled because it was with you and for you, his lips nest to the cup of your ear making sure you could feel each syllable at its peaks and lows. “tu es fait pour moi, mon amour.” He rasps. You don’t know what he means, but you can feel it with the way his hands circle your clit. It feels like he’s worshipping you – every part of you being looked at gently, just as you were supposed to, and he feels like prayer to you because his name is the only thing you know how to speak. You repeat it with your eyes fluttering closed, feeling the fire turning, meeting something new.

Your mouth only sings of him. Its muscle memory as he pushes inside you again, guiding your thigh delicately and you want to burrow yourself into him, let him sink into you like he’s doing for the rest of how much ever youre allowed to have. The flame heats you up from the inside, spreading across every part of your body once again and if you’ve felt like this before, this overtakes. You don’t know what to call it – feelings and words other than the moment feel far away and untouched.

you hardly have the time to ask him what it means, lost in the way he feels. Spark. Flame? Youre not sure what it is, hardly sure of what you are either, he’s pushing in you now, grunting softly beside your ear, and whatever that was is growing now, fast. “god, love-“ “jean,” the two of you say at the same time, his voice sending shivers down your warm spine, everything is spinning. This feeling isn’t routine, isn’t something you’ve ever felt before but you welcome it as if it was a part of your own body. He pushes in again, everything builds up and crumbles at the same time. Thoughts are broken, sentences are just strings of words and he fills you, fully. Again. Tightening, beauty that comes close to discomfort only if it weren’t with him. It feels right.

he says your name breathily, his voice strained like he’s been thinking about saying it for a longer time than this. “I’m g’nna.. oh,” he says, and his voice is the only thing that you can hold onto beside himself, your hand gripping his hair while the other one roamed in the limited space between his shoulder and toned arms, nails scratch, and scratching his skin just enough to leave light, red marks, that matched the blush on his cheeks. “can i- sh…uh,” he says, making you blink him into focus, a tear rolling down your cheek. Your heart squeezes when his face becomes clearer, his brows knit tight. “I’m sorry,” he says, barely a whisper, only the proof of one. You shake your head gently, your hand freeing itself from his hair and resting on his cheek, thumbing the tear away. “jean… it’s okay, love.” “im, I just… never felt this before?” he explains, or tries to at least, grasping onto the only meaning he could find – you. his hand clasping your thigh. His hand near your head, strands of your hair under his thumb. He breathes, ribs turning putty, heart molding itself around your hand, creating a cast. That’s where it belongs, he thinks. “I know. I haven’t either.” You confirm. Theres two of you now, worlds apart from where everyone else would be, and he looks at you, your eyes holding that sheen on them, cheeks stretched with a small smile and thinks about how unbroken the moment was. No space between your bodies, comfortable unpredictability. His bones hum with familiarity, being this close to you - sending something close to electricity but far more close to divinity into his heart. He nods, kissing the corner of your mouth. Then your jaw. Then your forehead.

“don’t hold back.” You tell him, unafraid. He nods, heart spurring.

Warmth, heat, spreading across your body and he goes a little faster, and you feel him everywhere, deeply, and your noises are only controlled by the barrier of your lips being bit by your teeth, something jean impossible notices, oulling your chin gently by his thumb. “don’t hold back on me either,” he’s so close to you.

So close. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, leaving a mark, his name leaving your mouth, freeing itself from wherever it was within you as if it was a part of you. he says your name just the same, his voice carrying out in the confines of the room, striking a chord only you can hear, only meant for you to understand. Your name has never felt like yours until he’s said it, like this, your back lifting, stomach touching his, and you feel the world collapsing, building. Flame turned into fire turned into smoke, your body shaking, sounds coming from your mouth merging with his and it stays there, unbroken, devouring, overwhelming. He’s out of you in what feeling like an instant but youre sure is slow, caring but time doesn’t make sense to you. the sheets under your legs are soaked, your muscles aching comfortably, unpredictably.

Your chest heaves, up and down, as does his, almost in sync. His strength sways as his body almost collapses onto yours, devouring, overwhelming, the scent of his rundown cologne and sweat and shampoo mixing into yours. devouring, overwhelming.

His lips are on your collarbone. You laugh with the little strength you have and jean drinks it up, a smile etching itself on his pink lips, his skin red. “we should.. do that more often.” You say. Your eyes closed, hand in his hair and he hums, nodding his head slightly, something you feel.

and this continues, becoming more than just a moment in your life, increasing itself into something that becomes your being. His knee bent, getting comfortable, and your thigh rests on his own, feeling his muscles underneath yours, skin to skin. It feels akin to holiness, but gods don’t have skin like you and jean. That’s their curse, you think, because you’d want to be human just to feel something like this again, no space between the two of you, legs entangled, warm, devouring, overwhelming, comfortable. If this was a new routine, you’d appreciate it for all the times to come.

His hand is pinned under your back and he lifts his head from your shoulder, resting It near your head, hair escaping and spilling next to yours. all of your parts meeting his. His eyes look at yours and you want to consume the look in them, something you wish was possible, but then he speaks and you think it is possible because his tone is the same as the way he looks at you – soft. Warm. Shining. “this may be the post nut clarity talking, but you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything that was right in front of me.”

Oh. Okay. He's saying what he wants to say, out of control, chest beating unexpectedly in control. A confession like this, under normal circumstances, would’ve been around in his head for about a week before actually having the bravery to speak it into existence, make it known. But with the prior fact already known – because it was you, of course you’d know – it was easy to say, and with that logic, everything became easy with you. not untethered but the exact opposite, everything was easy because it was connected and all of everything lead to you. always did. You breathe out shakily.

You kiss the crease between his brows, soothing it permanently, easing his features. You’ve never been good with words. When morning (or better yet, judging by how everything played out right now and how late it was, late afternoon) rolled around, jean was sure to have either a bouquet of flowers or an inexpensive gift with a full-fledged letter sitting on his desk, waiting for him in compensation. Either the letter or a text, you weren’t sure, the plan formulating in your head ass he breathed beside you, his breath fanning the side of your face.

you turn your face to his, opening your eyes again, looking into his. “if I told all of this to last year-me, I would’ve never believed it,”

He smirks. “cant believe you bagged the jean kirstein?” you scoff. “I hated your guts, I would’ve thrown up and asked myself what present-me was even thinking getting with that jean guy.” “oh,” he says, softly, his smirk slipping off his face comically. You laugh a little, shifting to your side to rest comfortably. His body shifts with yours, his hand now on the slight dip of your waist, thumb brushing your stomach.

“but present-me would tell her that I think… youre the most passionate and brave person I’ve ever met. And you make me laugh.” “its no that hard, y’know-“ “just take the compliment.” “yes ma’am.” He says, smiling drowsily, blinking slowly. You could capture his mouth in a kiss right now but you preferred to have it in front of your eyes instead of your lips. For now, of course. The promise of being able to see the same face with the same smile would mean you could kiss his lips and feel his mouth all over again, hundreds of times, like a beautiful predictability. Routine. He clears his throat. “thank you.” he says. You hum, gently, jean feels the vibrations of your voice against the thrum of his heart. He keeps it there.

“what… what else would you tell your past-self about… about that jean guy?” he asks, mainly to hear your voice again, under the guise of forgetting it every time you don’t speak, but really, its because he needs your voice to build the rope that he balances on. His hand reaches your cheek, feeling your words fully. You hum under his touch, thinking. “id tell her that… that jean guy is fucking annoying-“ “name one time ive annoyed you-“ “and pretentious.” “I have never once-“ “d’you remember when we went to that art gallery and you said that you 'loved how the elements juxtaposed each other'?” “…yeah.” “I thought you were just trying to sound smart.” “…I was.” You giggle at his admission. His ears tinge red, unseen because of the dark but not unknown because youre here.

“but I’d tell past-me that that same jean guy also held me when I needed it without asking. Made me laugh when I needed it without asking.” Theres a beat of silence. Jean breathes in, consuming your entirety, and youre okay with it. “that… this jean guy thought that past-me hated him because he was a dick.”

“yeah, I did,” he breathes out a laugh, continuing, “but then he – I – grew used to you. grew to like you. grew because and with you. and now present-me knows that present-you is resilient and patient and stubborn enough to stick with me.” “yeah, I should get an award for that.” “yeah, yeah, I’ll get you one.” He says, pulling you in closer with his arms, burrowing your face in his neck.

The moment would be unbroken. Even if the two of you had gotten up, reluctantly, after a while, under the bursting of fireworks, jean cleaned you up and helped you slip into your clothes again, fixing your appearance best you could. The moment remained unbroken as he held your hand, kissing your knuckles when you reached downstairs, catching sasha dancing with nicolo, connie on the table, marco trying to pry him down but not really wanting it to end, eren hyping him up. mikasa was somewhere behind him, with a small smile on her face as she glanced at you and jean’s interlocked fingers. The moment went unbroken even after the night ended, everyone hungover and piled on the floor of you and sasha’s shared living room even though the latter wasn’t even in her own home (she later texted you, extensively, about what happened with her and nicolo),  and jean woke up with a one page (front and back. You tried to keep it under the set word limit in your head but couldn’t) letter and a singular flower (you couldn’t afford to splurge until after your paycheck arrived). The moment remained unbroken even ass connie groaned about his hurting head and jean made fun of him for the same fact, marco glancing between the space – or lack of it – between the two of you as jean stood with an arm around your waist (something he later revealed he was panicking about in, his own words, “I didn’t even think much of it, I just sorta, did it, y’know,” but his eyes wouldn’t look directly at yours and the tips of his ears were red, a telltale lie).

The moment remained unbroken. It always would. Details kept safe, sound, intact, even while you retold it to your closest friends after only some pestering. Even after jean mulled over it on the most important day of his life, playing with his ring, adjusting his suit.

The moment, all the words and anatomy of it, remained unbroken. Beautiful. Holy.

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[dnpoll]

my personal explanations below the cut!

also i scheduled this poll and i realised i forgot ARIANA GRANDE that's deep lore... GOD

muse: one of the things that dan and phil bonded over when they met each other - phil's favourite artist with his streams making it dan's top artist from 2014-2016. they have also seen muse at least five times! dan has played muse songs several times on the piano (specifically sunburn) + they did a lip sync video to muse for bbc radio. also they made fun of kristen stewart a lot when they were younger (they have since apologised and called her an iconic) and she was in twilight and muse supermassive black hole is famously in twilight so...

final fantasy vii: the soundtrack with interrupted by fireworks! dan said it reminded him of phil in a formspring answer <3 and that's all...

fall out boy: firstly "no but seriously imagine if:". secondly they have interviewed fob several times for the bbc! thirdly, specifically with pete wentz, he was dan's icon in his teenage years. he followed dan because of the interviews with him - he even prank called dan in call or delete. but as punishment in a best friend quiz video, phil tweeted "sometimes i dream about being one of the reindeer galloping through the sky with leather straps tying me to my friends mm yes carrots please" from dan's account - and pete wentz unfollowed fob. i am also convinced they think the milk fic is a petekey fic or something

the 1975: dan and phil called into the radio as fans when they were not hosting and the 1975 was there! dan said he was there with "his friend phil" and matty healy immediately recognised them as "dan and phil from the radio" despite them trying to be sneaky about it. dan also LOVED a brief inquiry into online relationships which he posted on his story and said he was "personally attacked by literally every song on the album". mm okay

my chemical romance: firstly "no but seriously imagine if". secondly dan specifically was/is a huge fan of mcr - although phil did sing welcome to the black parade (incorrectly) in a yasuhati video). mcr was also referenced in dan and anthony padilla's stop emo hate video, basically i'm gay and the dream daddy series, just to name a few (they g note a LOT). also hesitant alien featured in the tour of dan's brain video! gerard used to follow dan on twitter but doesn't anymore... beef?

panic! at the disco: firstly "no but seriously imagine if". also brendon and ryan are in the milk fic which they constantly reference. also there's a dnp edit with 57k views to house of memories

frank ocean: dan's top song in 2012 was "thinkin about you" by frank ocean which ppl talk abt a lot for many reasons. he also said his religion was frank ocean in 2016 LOL

troye sivan: YOUTUBE FRIENDS LOL - the iconic pic with dan, phil, troye and tyler! also dan and phil were the first people to play troye sivan's happy little pill on the radio, and are thus partially responsible for his success. troye sivan also led to chappell roan's success, so basically muse is responsible for chappell roan. troye also featured in a phil glasses video!

one direction: firstly, dnp interviewed them - a harrowing event that they outline in detail in tabinof. secondly, the iconic dan eating an orange picture behind a 1d concert. lastly, they talk about harry styles quite a bit - phil posed as him in a viewers pick my outfit, and of course the rotisserie chicken situation

nick jonas: hey buddy you in london #dick

smash mouth: more recent dan-based lore but mark (tour member) made an instagram story asking how to get all-star licensed. a phannie (royalsdnp on twt) then tweeted about it, and smash mouth (the twt account) saw it. dan then tweeted at the account asking for it, and it worked! smash mouth is now an official dannie, having tweeted orange for wad, and also offered the original demo for shrek to be used, saying it can maybe be for dan's next special. generally insane because dan has ofc always been a huge shrek fan as a part of his meme personality in the 2010s, even dressing up as him for a calendar

[la-laliet]

More character info and sketches after the cut!

This is a Chinese Dragon girl who can shoot fireworks from her fingers! She's very bubbly and outgoing, and always tries her best.

She won't be in underwear forever, I just can't figure out her clothes rn TwT

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle16]

Day 2: Kimono/Yukata of @/Black00Cat’s (twt) SKKtober

Ever since the ADA and PM teamed up three years ago, their rivalry has passed. No more attempts of murder, no more true rivalries of hatred. Instead, they go to summer and winter festivals as if they never even pointed a gun at each other.

It’s strange to imagine, Chuuya thinks, that two organizations could come together like this. Weird to think that, though that mackerel left him high and dry all those years ago, fate still had other plans to force them on each other. Perhaps they really do have a soul bond.

Chuuya swallows. What a disgusting notion. He blames the shiver that runs through his body on the summer night breeze.

Three years of Yokohama’s deadliest duo, four years of silence, and three years of a truce.

He takes a drag of his cigarette, adjusting the red yukata he’s wearing as he breathes out.

“There’s my favorite slug~” Chuuya doesn’t take his eyes off the sky, breathing out another puff of smoke. Dazai’s changed too. He calls Chuuya his favorite-somethings – slug, hatrack, chibi. Hell, one time the redhead got a ‘favorite Chuuya’ when the bastard was drunk.

That’s not the only thing. Dazai’s edges have dulled enough that he’s not afraid to show his care to his comrades. The brunet’s always had a strange relationship with physical touch, always giving but never taking. Nowadays, Chuuya’s seen him take hugs without so much as a flinch.

“Chibi?”

Chuuya blinks, gaze turning to the man his thoughts can’t seem to shut up about. Dazai’s brow is slightly furrowed, a questioning grin on his face. A bandaged hand grabs his wrist, lifting it up to take the cigarette from between his fingers using the other bandaged hand.

With a quick drag for himself, Dazai tosses the short bud on the ground and stomps it out.

“Chuuya almost burned himself,” Dazai explains, a small pout pursing his lips.

That’s the other thing that’s different about Dazai. He shows concern more blatantly now. But it’s usually only towards his ADA mates.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he responds. He’s lost some of the nerves in the tips of his fingers over the years of Corruption use. Usually, he’s got his gloves on, protecting his hands from any elements or violence and subduing them to a heightened sensitivity to make up for the lost feeling whenever he does take them off.

“My dog should know better than to hurt himself,” Dazai says.

Chuuya scoffs. The bastard still hasn’t let go of his wrist, and silence falls over them.

In the distance, Chuuya hears their organizations being loud as usual, chatter and laughs filling the warm air. He’d snuck away for a smoke break, but maybe he’d been gone longer than he thought.

He steps forward to head back, but the hand still attached to him pulls on him. He turns his head to glance back, and it’s now that he really looks at Dazai. A lantern to the side of them lights his face up, eyes a honey-amber that’s become so much more common these days. The blue yukata the brunet is wearing contrasts it perfectly, giving Dazai a calming aura that Chuuya could never imagine the man having years ago.

The new look suits him.

And then Dazai smiles, eyes crinkling as the dimples he usually tries to hide pop out – a look of youth and fondness that takes Chuuya’s breath away.

“The fireworks are about to start.”

And how can Chuuya say no when the view of the sky from this tiny hill is pretty and the view next to him is beyond beautiful?

[torihakaraublog]

Obey Me! NB "Love and Sports: The RAD Tournament" Pop Quiz

Me every few minutes: "ppfff balls."

Obey Me! Really loves their ball themed events lol not that I mind. It's pretty funny. This event was giving strong Harry Potter vibes, so I put the movie soundtrack in the background which was wonderful till a Christmas song popped into the rotation. It was supposed to be spooky season not festive holiday time!

The event itself was fun! :3 Though I think they could have just skipped the whole 'all the balls will grant you whatever you wish' part as its pretty overdone at this point. Just having a sports event would have been perfectly fine!

The two sports were:

Devil Basketball

Devil Water Polo

Levi being like 'it's too complicated to swim like this' was cracking me up xD hun you are a WATER SERPENT you are fine!! Asmo response of "Aw, muffin." *wheezing* And Beel being completely obsessed with eating the somber balls... idk if I can blame him. I would be kinda curious too as I love Cola Balls/Coke Balls - I swear its a yummy candy lmao

They really played into Mammon's stereotypical avatar personality this even which I honestly didn't mind. Think its okay to have some exaggerated behavior sometimes and it makes sense as the brothers 'sins' might be stronger at different times.

But OMG that escalated quickly! Was not expecting the somber balls to become bombs! Love bombs? Love balls? Love balloons (since they floated into the sky eventually)?

Awe we got a pretty firework bracelet/anklet made from the balls at the end TwT <3

WE ARE NOT CALLING THE TOURNAMENT THE BROOKE CUP THATS A TERRIBLE NAME

A side note I feel the sprites for the side characters have increased in quality?? Maybe it's just cause Mephi and Thirteen have me in a chokehold rn and I can't stop blushing when they talk to me xD

Diavolo Birthday 2024 🎂

Ah what a cute birthday story! Loved that he asked us to stay at the castle with him for a bit so it was like a vacation of sorts. And going on an unknown adventure via train was such a him thing to do :3 Comfort but still spontaneous!

Enjoyed the flower theme - last year I wrote a flower crown birthday story for his BDay so we were making flower jewelry here. We make him an ogre Bellflower crown here and he makes us a ring! 💙

Food Item mentioned: Dark Omlet, seems to be the same as a regular omelet. Cute he wanted to cook for us on his BDay 🥺

Zelkova Tree - grow where nature is abundant, need fresh/clean air.

Ogre Bellflower - Diavolo's Birthflower, don't grow together in large quantities. Hardy flower that does not wilt as quickly as others.

Had to really grind to complete this event, think it's cause it kinda got slotted between two events so less AP rewards to be had :(

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

♡Navigate My Page a Little, hm?♡

not relevant, in need of slots..

"VENGEANCE" Purple Era Navigation Center!

A Little Present For My Absence. (soundgasm links!!).

Butters Stotch x Reader with Nipple Piercings (request).

Audios/Twt Links.

...

Several Characters♡.

Stan x Reader x Kyle Part 1 (request).

Stan x Reader x Kyle Part 2 (request).

Kenny x Reader x Kyle oneshots (request).

Relationships with South Park Boys.

...

Characters in abc order!

Billy Hargrove♡.

Mornings with Billy (request).

Billy x Pregnant!reader.

Riding Billy.

After work with Billy (request).

Billy x Chubby!reader (request).

Disney with Billy.

Eric Cartman♡.

Hate Fucking Eric (request).

Can Imagine's.

Sucking Off Eric at School (request).

Pervy!Eric x Short!Reader (request).

Overstim With Eric (request).

69 With Eric.

Vamp!Cartman x Human!Reader (request).

James Patrick March♡.

Ten Years.

Kai Anderson♡.

What's Your Name? Part 1.

What's Your Name? Part 2.

Kenny McCormick♡.

Biology Class (request).

NSFW Headcanons (request).

Can Imagine's.

Mysterion x Insecure!Reader (request).

Dealer!Kenny x Reader (request).

Sexting With Perv!Kenny (request).

Kit Walker♡.

Dates.

Kyle Broflovski♡.

Can Imagine's.

Married Couple HC's.

"Not Cash, Baby".

Dominant/Jealous Kyle (request).

DILF Kyle oneshot.

Bestfriend!Kyle x Heartbroken!Reader (request).

Dom!Post-Game!Kyle x Reader (request).

Pervy Kyle Oneshots (request).

Dom Kyle Whimpering.

Kyle Breeding Kink.

Stan Marsh♡.

Hate Fucking Stan in Kyle's House.

Experiments.

Smut HC's.

Can Imagine's.

"It's Not Enough" (request).

Stan Finding Your OF (request).

Tate Langdon♡.

"I Never Stopped".

Fireworks.

[hana-the-ghostieee]

hguhuwwgrugwehreghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

okay. i'm finally done with the translation for what i think is @yevnev's favorite song, Yuunagi, Bou, Hana Madoi

here you go

*slides translation in like an ice cream bowl*

3/22, 夕凪、某、花惑い (Evening Calm, A Certain Place, Fireworks/Yuunagi, Bou, Hana Madoi)

Before the summer sky came around, The fireworks that bloomed in my chest were what I wrote about And because the night is coming, I only set my sights for the day after tomorrow

I'll use my mouth, put it into words, and say it one more time, That certain August day, of course I remember, I'll never forget It's like it has things I just can't stop talking about This guitar I'm playing rings out two times, And this song is about 380 characters long Writing rock n' roll songs And singing about the summer

Just saying that word, "goodbye" won't ever be enough And I'll keep singing, singing about you in that "false night" sunset hue Remembering, just thinking about it will never be enough Swimming in flowers, that's the kind of summer I wait for And all you turn into are words

So that I wouldn't forget, those fireworks We saw that summer day, I wrote a song about them The memories I have of both of us, Are kind of like ghosts, they come back to me only at night

You know, I don't think there's anything good in this world right now To me, the features of this world are so difficult to understand It's just full of things you never told me about

That one hall where we always played the piano And that one cafe we loved to visit and sit at - they're closed down too Those people that talked trash about us, I want to kill them And I know you'd laugh at that too

Just moving on like this will never be enough And the more I think about us, swimming in the flowers The more everything hurts Summer is on its way, but I'm just dreaming And in my heart, a hole just opens

So if singing about things like this won't ever be enough, Not even those songs about you in that glowing red sunset hue Then I want to feel a night, of beauty and love And here I am, drowning in flowers, waiting for the summer As I glow under this pale moonlight

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fun fact you didn't need to know but here: i tried to make this translation around 380 words long which is why (at least to me) it doesn't read as "literal". i spectacularly failed (it's like 357 words TwT)

anyways thanksss i guess or something

[euphorial-docx]

marauders twt thinks a little too highly of themselves when it comes to twitter fandoms vs tiktok fandoms.

like yeah ofc marauderstok is weird and scary at times, but at least all of them like… contribute. they make videos. and edits. and cosplays. there are some artists on twitter ofc, but majority of mtwt just scream at each other on an endless loop and call that superior contribution.

not that anyone has to actively make things for fandom— you can just chill and that’s cool. it’s just weird for marauders twitter to be so proud of what a dumpster fire it is when there are other dumpster fires that also make fireworks.

[giggly-squiggily]

today is my first day on my new job in an elementary school and i've spent all morning watching kids do kids stuff so here's a crumb of modern au sanemi:

since no demons and family still alive his trauma is obv not as severe as in canon but due to his dad being awful and him helping his mother raise his siblings he still missed out on a ton of childhood. so some things which are "childish" or are supposed to be "boring" to adults but fun for kids (fountains, rainbows, balloons etc, it's also why he has such a sweet tooth) gets him stupidly excited. it's very rare for him to actually show it so when it happens for the first time everyone is completely taken off guard but also ends up thinking it's so cute

like they're out at night and kanae just hears "holy fuck" and she turns around to sanemi watching some firelights with the biggest smile on his face. tengen and obanai get him a stuffed animal for his birthday as a joke and he literally starts crying. him and akaza bond over getting super hyped for some fireworks when no one else wants to go out in the snow and watch. he'll never ever say it out loud but blowing out candles is his birthday highlight every single year.

Rey! *hugs* First of all: Congrats on the new job!!! I hope the day is full of fun and excitement for you and the kiddos! They're gonna love you! :3

Secondly: KWEJEJKLREKJLRJKLERJKEJJ AHHHHHHH?!?!?! That's so dang CUTE! *sobs* I'm obsessed with this holy-

Sanemi being such a kid over this stuff but then getting all flustered because "I'm an adult I shouldn't act like this" while everyone else is dying from how cute these rare moments are is so akjrjearjej The first time they see fire lights and he's grinning like that Kanae has a mini heart attack and is fighting everything in her being not to squeal and hug him because she doesn't wanna make him feel self conscious but at the same time she wants to take a picture so bad!!! (She might have ala fake selfie- it's her new wallpaper)

AND THE STUFFED ANIMAL!!! It would be something cute too- maybe a wolf? (Or a turtle. I don't know why- Sanemi just looks like a turtle to me akljrjkearjejkrjk) It's not a huge cry but his eyes get all misty and he's hugging it close and Tengen and Obanai are all: "!!!!" like "ah crap we went too far" but then Sanemi' smiling against it and kinda wetly thanks them

Obanai and Tengen are just:

Literally have to walk away a few steps cause it's just too damn CUTE! Tengen might be a bit dramatic cause of course he is and fall to his knees holding his chest while Obanai has to lean on something. Then they go right back to messing with him and goofing around like usual on his birthday kjrjaerjkaekj

The fireworks THE FIREWORKS! Akaza's already running up the hill dragging him like: "Let's go come on, come on! They're about to start!" They're like two little kids and spend all night up there side by side as the fireworks go off. Sanemi loves it cause he never got the chance to enjoy fireworks like this and Akaza loves it cause now he gets to enjoy them with company (Rengoku isn't a fan of them- the popping and explosions make his skin crawl with anxiety) so it's a win win all around!

The candles oh my! He gets all eye-rolly like: "I'm a grown man- I don't need candles." But everyone can see the light in his eyes before he closes them momentarily, making a wish before blowing them out. It's the one thing they don't tease him on; mainly cause they get him for everything else and this is the thing they want to stick around for as long as possible. (okay maybe they tease him alittle- Tengen once coated the cake with 20+ candles for jokes until Rengoku threatened to spray him down with a fire extinguisher. Since then they've stuck to the number candles.)

Thank you for sharing- this was so sweet! TwT

[kazumaple]

baby, you're a firework | yoimiya

(art not mine- credit to: @/haragaita_i on twt!)

word count | 635 words genre | best friend!yoimiya, gn!reader, oblivious yoimiya, fluff, best friends to ...?, just two bffs visiting a festival together :D

you end up going to a festival with your best friend, yoimiya, as you do every year, but this year you feel like you are there more to watch her than fireworks.

★ warnings | reader is very whipped for yoimiya (or is it just me?), yoimiya is BLIND, a lot of pining, unrequited love, reader confesses but yoimiya is too oblivious to catch on

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"Come on, let's go!" Yoimiya grabs your hand as she drags you towards the hill you watch the fireworks on every year, "Quick, or we'll miss it!"

You giggle at her excitement, picking up the pace a bit, because you know the earful you're bound to get if you don't, as you give her hand a little squeeze.

The hill sits just on the edge of Inazuma City, providing a clear view of the festivities. The city is decorated from head to toe with lanterns, garlands and decorations of all assortments to commemorate the occasion. To be perfectly candid, you weren't really sure what the occasion was. You just remember Yoimiya's illuminated gaze as she rambled about it, her lips slanted upwards as she spoke.

You see children and their parents, groups of friends, and lovers all huddled together, waiting to see this festival's fireworks handcrafted by the one and only Naganohara Yoimiya.

You gazed at the woman in question, analyzing her delicate features once more. You knew everything about her. You knew every crevice in her skin, every scar and the stories behind them. But, no matter how long you'd look for, she would always entice you as if you were looking at her for the first time.

She tilts her head to the side, "You okay? You kinda spaced out there."

Coming back to your senses, you reply, "Yeah, i'm fine, i was just thinking about some things."

"About what?"

Ah, Yoimiya. Always so curious. You knew this, she was your best friend and all, but the question catches you off guard anyways. After all, explaining that you'd just got lost in her eyes wouln't be the best way to cover up your infatuation with her.

"N-nothing important. The fireworks are about to start!"

Her head snaps around, attention captured by the blast of a firework being set off.

The small parcels of light explode like shooting stars, leaving a trace of their magic as they ebb into the night sky. A rainbow is formed in the dark, with each spec of light forming a sort of painting, then dissapearing as fast as they appeared.

Yoimiya stares contently at her work, mesmerized by the art she has managed to create. The lights flash above you, but you cannot help but focus on the light that seems to beam from the firework maker herself. Her hand is placed carefully under her chin, supporting it as she gazes upwards. Her hair was placed neatly in her usual high ponytail.

You sigh in relief. There is nothing better than this. Sitting under the fireworks with your best friend and the love of your life. As you reach out to grab her hand, a sudden swelling feeling builds in your chest.

"Yoimiya-" You begin.

"Yeah?" She replies, her eyes not leaving the fireworks.

"I- I love you." You say, "You are the reason I look forward to waking up in the morning, and I wish that the rest of my days could be spent with you and you only. You make me so happy every time I see you, and I wish nothing more but to repay you with even a fraction of the happiness you have given me."

You feel her embrace you tightly, tighter than you have ever felt her embrace you before.

"Thank you," She whispers into your ear, "I'm so glad I have a friend like you."

You feel a dagger pierce through your chest as she utters that cursed word. Friend. That's all you'd ever be.

You smile at her, a bittersweet feeling lingering in your chest as you look up into her golden eyes once more. Eyes so full of hope and love, that at that moment, the only thing you can let yourself do is reply with a gentle,

"Anything for you."