#got sick and haven't been feeling the best 😭

[heademptysimirror]

Kirbtober Days 27 + 28: Control + Final Boss

So you are invited to witness the end of history.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Seen the request, so I shall deliver. Could you pls write a drabble or hcs of a yandere sunday with an isekaied reader?

Good timing because I'm actually planning a non yan isekai fic for him, I wonder if you saw that post. Here it is in case you haven't.

Sincerest apologies if this isn't the best, this fic is 100% emotionally charged by my obsession with him and frankly with a little bit of a high for passing a tricky exam. This is a treat for myself.

EDIT: Please check out this wonderful comic that @danijaci made me based off this fic!! 😭🫶

Picking up the cup from the fine oak table, you gazed towards the eerie galaxy before you, hundreds upon thousands of stars giving you a constant reminder of just how far from home you truly were. Taking a sip from the little porcelain cup you could not help but to hum in delight, the soft notes of the tea soothing your nerves ever so lightly as you pretended to ignore the heavy gaze which lingered at the back of your head.

Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that Sunday was eager to approach you. Still, he kept his distance and made a silent offering in the form of the very tea you drank at the moment.

Anything is better than Himeko's coffee but you were never going privy her to that.

In a not so distant past, all of this was nothing but fiction. The Express, the story, the characters - it was all nothing more but fiction, something to pass the time as your days went on and on, the same monotony repeating each and every day.

It was hard to not think about your friends and family, what sane person would not? Lord knows how they must be feeling right now, worried sick out of their minds with indescribable sorrow. In their eyes you had merely vanished, not a single trace to be found. For all they knew you could have been left for dead in a ditch somewhere, beaten, bloodied and broken, never to see the light again or if they were even more inclined to be morbid, you had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Death at the very least grants you finality, that all is over regardless of what happened moments prior.

But that was simply not the case for you.

Here you were, lounging about in a comfortable chair as you pondered on your old life while enjoying tiny little luxuries, far away where none of your loved ones could reach you. However, life was funny sometimes because it had some fun games in store.

Sunday was very kind upon arrival. He made sure to always be there for you, always checking up on you, always there to keep you company. You were already smitten with him but now to actually witness him in the flesh was just... Indescribable. You got along like a house on fire, so much so that the crew liked to tease that you ought to just get a room. Sunday, ever the gentleman, would just brush their words aside and assure you to not take their playful little jabs to heart.

You wouldn't say anything, resorting to merely giving him a smile but not because of what he said but rather of what he did not - never once did he actually shut down those perverse accusations. Never, not even once did he deny them.

He became an emotional crutch, someone to whom you would come running to when things got tough and he would always welcome you with open arms. Sunday would hold you tenderly, his serene voice dripping with honey along with a tender drop of ecstasy, for his excitement with holding you would just show itself sometimes. His grip would be too tight at certain moments, never quite ready to let you leave. His hugs were warm and comforting, he always smelled so good too. He smelled like kindness and sweet wildflowers, always lulling you back to him no matter the time. In dark corners and perhaps even under the watchful eyes of the crew, Sunday would wrap his scarf around your head, securing the soft fabric in order to provide you with a sense of comfort.

It was humiliating just how much you would try to inhale his scent as much as possible. You wanted it etched deep inside your memory, you wished for it to linger on your very soul and for it to follow you everywhere you went, sticking to your being like tar. The fabric of the scarf would muffle your ears a little but someone was always chatting in the background. Be it March bickering with Dan Heng, Mr Yang scolding someone for doing something they were not supposed to, or just Conductor Pom Pom trying to give a speech, all of it was irrelevant.

You were ready to kill whoever would try to pry you away from sweet Sunday. That thought came often which had left you worried - just what kind of person had you become? Regardless, you kept your mouth shut and had no plans of sharing such violent sentiments with anyone, particularly not to the one you held so dear.

When it was time to part for the evening you would bid the crew farewell and wished them a good night. You always made sure to take a few extra seconds with Sunday, just to ease your aching soul. He would tell you to sleep well and would see you in the morning, ready to take on any endeavor that crossed your paths.

As everyone parted ways, Sunday would wander off somewhere dark and distant, somewhere no one could see nor hear him. He would fall to his knees and clutch his chest in agony, fat tears streaming down his face as he did everything he possibly could to steady his raging heart. In a rush he would reach for the scarf which clung around his neck, his grip tighter than iron as he would bring it close to his nose. Taking a large, deep breath, Sunday was greeted by your familiar scent which would promptly calm his poor heart.

He sometimes wondered if his heart would start bleeding from the pain due to the sheer intensity of his emotions.

This was wrong, everything about this was not right and it hurt. Sunday was obviously ill but he had no clue on how to fight this... This emotion, this white hot feeling of need whenever you stood by his side. He started to choke on the air around him and fell into an abrupt coughing fit but even then, he could bring himself to remove the scarf from the lower part of his face.

Sunday wept and sobbed, filthy snot coming out from his nose but he could not handle that now. He needed you, Oh Heavenly Aeons, how he needed you. However was he going to tell you how he felt? How, oh how was he going to express the sheer magnitude of his true thoughts? He would scare you off, he was sure of it.

Even with this pain, even with these clipped wings and bleeding heart, Sunday had never felt so alive, so harrowingly present in the moment whenever he was with you.

Perhaps, he was doing himself a kindness by just letting you be. Drink your tea, be at peace.

He can always just make you another cup if you so desired.

Without knowing, you both haunted each other in the most agonizing way known to mankind and neither was strong enough to face the reality of the situation.

[loveesiren]

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JJ Maybank x fem - Smut 😍

Thank you babes!!! Enjoy :)

Photo Prompt from ⇨ 600 Celebration! (open)

a/n: Photo from S3E2 of Skins. Story inspired by this scene. I haven't written smut for a while so sorry if this sucks 😭

warnings: smut, language, smoking, mention of drugs and alcohol, under the influence sex, cum

wc: 1.4k+

You could tell JJ Maybank was the type to always find a reason to celebrate. You'd only known him a couple of months but the constant drinks and drugs every chance he got prepared you for what to expect when you all went out to celebrate his birthday.

John B and Pope were obviously getting annoyed with him, having to clean up his messes all night, pulling him out of not one, not two, but THREE bar fights. The boy thought he was invincible and today the world revolved around him.

You never minded though. In fact, you were excited to find someone who could keep up with you. Sarah, Kie, and Cleo were the best friends you could ever ask for but they didn't know how to party. So you spent the night throwing back shots and railing mysterious lines of drugs with JJ.

By 2 am, you were all running from the last bar JJ had been thrown out of. You had a smile plastered on your face as you held JJ's hand and felt the cool early morning air on your skin. The drugs were strong and the feeling of euphoria was prominent.

"So where to next?!" JJ finally asked as you stopped in the old tunnel.

"Well,s I was thinking home," Pope began.

"Yeah, I have to agree with Pope. I'm sick of taking care of you JJ!" John B chimed in. "Plus, we need to make sure they get home safe." He said as he gestured to Sarah and Cleo who were definitely off in their own little world after partying all day. You giggled as they took in their surroundings with awe.

"Awh, come on! I haven't even gotten laid yet!" JJ boasted as he lit up a cigarette. "Any takers?!" He asked the girls.

"No thanks, J. I love you, but you're repulsive." Sarah laughed as she stumbled towards John B. Kie rolled her eyes and walked off, she was never much for fun.

You laughed looked up at the flickering lights of the dark tunnel and laughed as the others began to gather their things to head home, the other boys placing their arms gently around your wasted girlfriends.

"What about you, sweetheart?" JJ smiled, taking a long drag off his cigarette before leaning closer to you. He had you backed up against the wall now, eyes staring down at you with want. Need.

You bit your lip as you smiled. JJ had quickly become one of your best friends and you couldn't deny the feelings you had towards him. You ran away to the Outer Banks to escape and JJ had always helped you do that. He was like your own personal form of heroin with the way he made you feel so much better. And what better way to take heroin than to...

You leaned up and smashed your lips against his, deciding you needed more of him immediately. JJ was quick to drop his cigarette and move his hand to grab a fistful of your hair as his other hand made his way to your hip.

"Well that's classy." John B said. You could hear snickering and swearing as the rest of your group walked off towards their respective homes.

JJ groaned as he placed wet kisses down your neck and hiked your dress up over your ass. His hands were rough and calloused against your skin and you could feel him move his finger to your panties.

"Damn, soaked already," He sneered as he palmed your clothed pussy. He moved your panties to the side and slid one finger into your dripping cunt. You threw your head back and yelped at the sensation. "I'm gonna get some words out of you tonight, Princess!" JJ said before biting into your neck and pushing two fingers inside you. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan but it just came out as muffled whining.

You were a woman of few words and JJ knew that. All the pogues did. Getting you to say anything would be the highlight of JJ's birthday. "Tell me what you want." He demanded. You just smiled and clenched around his fingers, only aggravating him further. He was going to get words out of you one way or another.

He pulled his fingers out of you and ripped your black lace panties off your body before shoving them in his back pocket. "I'm going to fuck you now," He said as he fiddled with the zipper on his jeans. "And I'm not letting you cum until you use your words and beg me."

You smiled and raised an eyebrow at him, taking that as a challenge. JJ was quick to drop his pants and grab your hips roughly, digging his nails into your skin as he lifted you up and lined himself up at your entrance. He pushed you back against the wall as he used one hand to guide his tip through your wet folds before sliding you down on his cock. You whimpered as you tried to welcome the stretch. He was bigger than you'd had before and it took him a moment to bottom out.

"Fuck, you're virgin tight..." He panted. You could feel his dick twitch inside you and you clenched harder. He groaned in frustration and pulled out of you before slamming back into you again, forcing a loud cry to escape from your throat. "Be a good girl. Don't tease me." He whispered as he lifted your face to look at him. He held you firmly against the wall and slowly shoved two fingers into your mouth as he began moving in and out of you.

His movements were slow at first, coating himself in your slick. But he was quick to speed up, keeping his eyes locked on yours, your tough exterior faltered when he shoved his fingers deeper down your throat as he bucked his hips up into you.

Your eyes began to water as reached the back of your throat. You whined, gagging every so often as he bottomed out with each thrust. "You make such pretty sounds, Y/n..." He said. You dug your nails deeper into his shoulders as you could feel yourself reaching your high. JJ slowed down, not allowing you to cum yet. "Let me hear that pretty little mouth say my name."

He pulled his fingers from your throat as you gagged, strings of saliva coating his digits. "Oh fuck, JJ, please!" You cried out.

"Please what?" He gave a sinister smile, examining his fingers before bringing them down to massage circles on your sensitive clit.

"Please. Please let me cum..." You begged pathetically, knowing JJ would hold this against you the rest of your life. But you were too cock drunk to care. "Please fuck me harder!"

"Well since you asked so nicely," He smiled before grabbing both your hips and thrusting into you faster. He leaned his forehead against yours, panting hungrily as you both worked on reaching that euphoria you so desperately craved. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you relentlessly. You felt the knot building up in your court and before you knew it you were coming undone. The drugs making your orgasm 10 times more intense. Your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock and you watched JJ's eyes roll back in his head as you enjoyed the sensation of his warm load fill you up.

Your body went limp as JJ used your soaking cunt to milk himself dry. When he was finished, he rested his head on your shoulder as he twitched inside you. Your skin stuck together as you both fought to catch your breath.

JJ slowly pulled you off him and set you gently on the ground. You could feel your mixed juices running down your thigh and you quickly pulled your dress down. JJ fixed his jeans and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one up before finally looking at you again. He smiled and leaned into you once again. He kept his hand on the wall as he looked down at you, examining your big eyes and sun kissed skin.

"You know, your voice really gets me going..."

You smiled up at him as you reached down between your legs and used two fingers to scoop the cum dripping out of your sore hole. You brought it to your lips and licked it off before putting one finger to your lips in a shushing motion and walking off.

JJ bit his lip at your slutty gesture, feeling himself grow hard once again. You glanced back over your shoulder and smiled at him and he quickly followed you off into the night.

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[yuyu1024]

Babe

Pairings: S.coups × y/n

Genre/tags: protective/possessive bf

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 fluff but smut, unprotected sex, pet names, cursing, semi public, handjob

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: looong time no post. ✨️I was away... got sick and mentally not doing okay... and I dont think im 100% okay yet...Its been hard but still trying my best :)

i might be coming back to writing here and there... but not consistent. Hopefully you understand...

meaning, i will be a 🐌 in updating nor posting and won't be online mostly. 🖤

(i cant promise i can jump back to the Yoongi/Suga series yet also sorry 😭 hopefully one day but not soon.)

Me writing... is depending if im okay.

Also, Thank you for the kind messages in DMs. I really do appreciate them...even tho i don't reply 🖤 pls know its very helpful.

Thank you.

P.S its been a long time since i wrote anything so.... rusty.🥲 this is my just trying to get back to it.

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Seungcheol, your boyfriend, texted you to meet him at school. Which surprised you the second you read it because it has been weeks since he went to school.

He has been doing special online classes these past weeks as he can't walk. Yet. He slipped while playing soccer with the boys two months ago causing an injury on his left leg. It was very painful to watch him yell in pain during that game. It was supposed to be just a fun game with his friends and you and their other friends watching but yeah, accidents happen.

"What are you doing here?" You gasp the second you enter the University clinic and saw your boyfriend sitting and chatting with the school doctor.

"Babe." He smiles and opens his arm, asking for a welcome hug

"Babe!" You squeal and immediately run and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you." He mumbles lightly lifting you off the floor even he's sitting on the clinic's bed.

He never lost his strength.

"Ditto." You say and kissed him on his cheek before letting go. "Wait... why are you here?" You ask again. "He can go back to school now?" You turn to ask the doctor behind you

"He can. But I still suggest no." He folds the folder his holding and sits down on his desk. "He can walk now with crutches easily yes... but... going up and down... walking building to building to classes...." doctor shakes his head

"I'm just here to visit, babe." Cheolie says caressing your back. "To report my health to him... to let know the team..."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry..." he press his lips together and giving you an apologetic look.

"I'll leave you two to talk... I have to go on a meeting now in the faculty. Just let the nurse know when you leave okay? So she can assist you with the wheel chair."

"Okay, doc. Thank you."

And as soon as the doctor leaves and shut the door close behind him, Seungcheol immediately grabs you by the waist, pull you close to his body and leans in to fully kiss you.

It feels rushed at the beginning but as soon as you find the perfect spot to lean your body weight to his, it felt smooth and just sensational. You even opened your mouth completely to let his tongue explore you.

You two haven't kissed for awhile. The rent is due.

"I missed you so much." He whisper as he pulls away to take a breather.

"This is the longest we've been away from each other..." you say as you straighten your stand

"Yeah... I got busy healing..."

"And I got busy at school... and at home..." you answer as you sit down beside him. "How are you feeling at the moment?"

"Good....well.. better now that I've kissed you." He smirks and plants a tiny kiss on your temple

"Babe..." you lean on his shoulder

"You know you always make me feel good..." he chuckles. "Also... Doc said my leg is healing pretty good..."

"That's good to hear..." you stand up once again. "So... can I--"

And before you could ask him another question about visiting him soon at home Seungcheol kisses you on your cheek and then on the back of your hand.

"Thank you for always calling me... every night... making sure to check on me... give me updates at school and being an understanding girlfriend. Even though you are tired yourself."

"I didn't do that much." You say holding his hand. "If only I could visit you personally I would..."

But you couldn't. It's not like he leaves far away from you. It's just that you wanted him to just rest. You know how he is when he sees you. He gets excited and acts everything is fine even though he is in pain.

He would probably force himself to get up when you visit him. It's kind og his thing to show off he is strong. Especially to you. He is your alpha lover.

"No...babe. just you calling has saved me from a lot of bad moods and not doing my therapies because... I'm not in the mood." He kisses your hand again.

"Well I'm glad... I could help..." you say smiling.

"And also..." he then bites his lower lip whilst smiling. You already know what he's about to say with those cheeky smirks.

"Hush..." you cover his mouth with your hand, scared that he might say it outloud and the nurse from behind the door might hear. "That's for us only..." you whisper.

He is referring to the video call sessions you do every now and then. To help him when he is... sad and horny.

"You promised... no one should know..."

"Of course..." he murmurs, his mouth is still covered by your hand. "The images are for my eyes to see and for my dick to feel only." He adds and then playfully licks your palm, making you jump a little.

"Hey!" You slap him on his shoulder

He is grinning so much. He is enjoying your reactions. "You're so adorable being shy..." he puts his arm around your waist, securing you between his legs. "My shy little fairy..." he mumbles just before he kisses you again.

You don't deny him of any sort of making out. Even at the clinic. Why woulf you? You missed him so bad too.

So bad that even his hands is skimming your body and even lifting your short A-Line skirt, exposing your bum, just to squeeze it is fine. Perfectly fine.

"Wait." He pauses and looks you in the eyes. "You are wearing a skirt this short... with no protective shorts under?"

"Hmm?" You look at him, confused for a second. "Oh."

He is yout alpha, yes. And one trait of him that is very dominant is him being protective of you. He does not like anyone hurting you, being mean to you and most especially drooling over you. You are his and only his.

"What you mean oh?" He raises a brow. "Well? Why aren't you wearing one?"

You don't have a good excuse. You just forgot. Well... you have been forgetting since he have been away.

"Y/N..."

"You're now calling me by name...." you move back away a little. "I'm sorry... I have no excuse..."

"What if some maniac sees you? When you go up stairs? Or the elevator in the media building? You know its glass right? They can see... what if wind blows and..." he sighs, frustrated. "You know how most guys are."

"I know... I'm really sorry." You pout. "I didn't purposely forget it..."

You see the change in his mood. He is very possessive of you so you know that just the idea of any guy looking at you because they find you cute or have interest of being close to you and whatever, he's already on guard.

He sighs again and also he's already grabbing his crutches.

"Leaving already?" You say in the softes tone.

"Yeah..." he stands up and calls on the nurse for assistance.

"Okay..." you lower your gaze.

You are not sure how to tame your boyfriend since this time you know you are at fault for forgetting and breaking a promise you told him after he was told to stay at home.

You stand up and sling your bag over your shoulder. "Just... call me when you get home."

"I will not call you." He says as he sits down on the wheel chair. "You're coming home with me."

"Wait. What?" You ask

The nurse enters the room and greets the two of you.

"Ready to go home?" The nurse asks

"Yes." Seungcheol smiles at her. "I have a scheduled therapy this afternoon..."

"Oh... I see... goodluck then." She says as she helps to push your boyfriend

"Y/N..." he calls your name out again.

This is the second time he called you by name. He is clearly not okay with the skirt situation. This never happened before.

***

You both arrived at his parent's house. They welcomed you and hugged you even. They thanked you for being a support system for their son even though physically you can't come because, well, they know how their son acts around you.

It's not a secret that their son is so in love with you that he's very clingy and trying to act cool and such.

"I already made food for the two of you so just reheat it if you decide to eat later."

"Oh. Thank you Mrs. Choi." You say

"It's nothing dear... also... thank you for being his care taker for tonight... we will enjoy our night on out staycation at the city." His mother says

You are stunned to hear what Mrs. Choi just said. You can't react beside just smiling and nodding. "Ah... ahm... don't worry about us... I'm going to take good care of him."

"Thank you, again." Mr. Choi says.

"We'll get going now... see you tomorrow afternoon, dear." She says to her son who is sitting in the sofa drinking his cola.

"Have fun, Mom and Dad!" He waves at them

And as soon the door shuts and you hear the car engine from outside.

"What the fuck was that?" You stomp you way towards him. "Care taker... tonight?? Babe?"

Nonchalantly he answers. "You will be staying for the night here with me... until tomorrow..."

"Why?"

"Why not?" He looks at you with a coldest stare. "Do you have any other plans? Are you meeting with anyone?"

"No..."

"And then... stay...."

"But... my parents..."

"I already told them... they are fine with it."

"When?"

"I called them earlier... before I texted you to come to the clinic."

You are in complete shock. "Cheolie..." you whine

"Now, you're calling me by name?" He raises a brow. "Why are you acting like that? It's like you don't want to stay with me."

"That's not it."

"Then what?"

You sigh. You are lost for words.

Yes you should be happy you are spending time with your boyfriend but he could've told you. You would say yes if he asked or told you.

You are just stunned maybe or confused with him doing this too since he's been being snappy at you since earlier.

"Whatever." You mumble throwing your bag to the floor and just sitting down at the chair opposite of where he's sitting.

Now you are the one in the bad mood.

"I still have the clothes and undergarments you left from last time..." he then says in a much calmer tone.

"Okay." You answer not looking at him.

You are not mad at him. You are just not happy with what he did. He probably wanted to surprise you with the idea earlier but since it got ruined during your clinic make out session. Now things are...

"Babe." He calls you

You turn your head to look at him. He looks serene now.

"Can you please come here..." he says

You get up and make your way to him, to sit down beside him.

"Not there." He says holding on to your wrist and leading you to move somewhere else. "Here..." he gestures for you to sit on top of him.

"But... your leg..."

"I can manage..." he breathes and then tugs you down so he could kiss you, cupping your face with one hand.

Your hands are now on his chest for balance support. You tried pulling away from the kiss but

"Sit..." he says in between the kiss.

And you do as he says. Kneeling down on the sofa, legs spread between his thighs, you sit down on him and slowly put your arms around his neck.

"Cheolie..." your lips part ways as you spoke and he tries to chase the kiss again but you bite your lips together. "Wait..."

"Why...?" He pouts

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" He runs his hands from your legs to your thighs and then underneath your skirt.

"You were just so cold to me... not even talking to me like I'm your girlfriend... and now you're kissing me and touching me..."

He throws his head back for a second and then sighs. "Babe, I'm sorry.... I was... well..."

"I said I'm sorry about the skirt... Don't worry. I will just wear pants starting on monday...."

"You sure?"

"Yeah... I promise." You kiss the tip of his nose. "I will just wear skirts when I'm with you."

"Really?" He raises a brow with matching smirk, biting his lower lip.

"Yeah..." you move your hips forward knowing what this tiny move will do to him. "I know you like to have easy access with me when we're together..." you softly say

He grunts as he feel you move a bit more. Rocking your hips over his erection that's sort of protected by his black jogging pants.

"I know what you're doing..." he hums

"And I know you like... what I'm doing..."

His smile goes ear to ear. "You're lucky I can't stand on my own yet... If I could..."

"What will you do?"

"Carry you over my shoulders and spread you on top of my bed..."

"And...?" You put your forehead to his.

"And...fuck you 'till dawn..."

Just the thought made you horny and wanting him. But since he can't do what he usually does to you, you decide to handle this on your own.

"You can still fuck me..." you say, grinning. "We have all night till tomorrow to find a way... a position you want me to be in."

"Fucking hell, babe." He grunts, sounding excited and turned on.

You adjust your position, making sure you can access him easily. Him meaning his long veiny length that's already leaking.

"Shit! Ah!" His mouth drops the second you hold onto him. His eyebrows is showing how he's loving the way you stroke and pump him. "Babe..." he moans. "Babe... aaaaahhh..." he throws his head back, his hands on his hair, trying to hold on to reality coz he is floating in heaven right now.

"Should I... let the tip touch me?"

"Touch... you?" He looks at you, brows furrowed from the high.

You already removed your panties off without him noticing.

"Yes... like this...." you then adjust your position back on top of him and lowered yourself just enough for the tip of his dick feel your entrance.

"Babe, fuck!" He snarls throwing his head back. "Your so damn wet already..."

You let him feel the wetness for awhile before you ease him in you.

"Holy... shiiiiit!"

"Ngggeeeaaah..." you breathe in as you suck him in whole.

"You're doing great babe." He pushes the hair off your face. "Don't rush it... just... feel it... feel me..."

When he's completely in you, you didn't move. You just hugged your man and took a breather.

"I can't believe my little fairy is being so daring..."

"Because I want to give you what you want... what you need..." you mumble on his neck.

"Babe, you know I can wait till I'm healed and ready to fuck you..."

"I know..." you look him in his eyes, "but I miss it too..."

"You do?"

You nod. "Us video calling... while we... you know... is not enough... I thought it was enough... but when I saw you earlier... I really did missed you more than I can imagine."

"You miss my dick?" He tease

"Babe!" You hide your face on his neck again.

"Ugh..." he suddenly moans. "Wow. I didn't know you get tigher when I tease you."

Seungcheol starts to move his hips a little, to ease dipper into you.

"Ah..." you exhale shakily. "Cheolie...hmmm...."

"You like that?"

"I do."

Then you start to move yourself.

You leaned back a little, pushing forward and pulling backward in motion to meet his slow but deep thrusting.

"Cheolie..." you cry his name as you feel like reaching your climax.

"Just let it go..."

"Fuck!" You throw your head back, panting and shaking. "Come with me..." you say, "come....with me..." you clentch more down there, making him feel the tightness.

"But babe..." biting on his lips, hissing and trying to control himself. "We don't have condoms."

"I don't care." You lean in for a sloppy kiss. "Come with me. I need to see you... melt with me..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Babe..."

"Please..." you beg, "I want to feel it..."

"Fuck it!" He snarls as he goes to squeeze your ass under your skirt as he picks up the pace with you

It's amazing how strong he is. Even with an injured leg he could lift his hips to meet yours.

"Aaah!!" You moan as loudly as you can as you felt something in you pop.

He growls as soon as feel his length starts to release and feel the warmth in you.

"Fuck babe..." he is panting. "Our first time you being on top..."

Embarassed after your orgasm, you hug your man and hide your face again. "I only did what I know and can..."

"You did amazing... your handjob is what I needed to get me into the a frenzy." Then he kisses the top of your head. "I fucking love you... whatever you do... makes me love you even more..."

"I love you too..." you go for a kiss again. But then burst into a giggle when you felt him move. "You are still in me... I can feel you."

A smile spread over his lips, "Maybe we should continue this on my bed. I can do other positions and pump more in you if you want."

You grin, blushing. "I'd love to."

[moonrisecoeur]

IM BACK CUZ IM MENTALLY UNWELL OK. and yes you’re the best sub Leon writer 😏🥱 and yes I liked it, SITTING ON HIS FACE? 😍🥱

I’m so sorry for blasting ur req box but YOURE AN ACTUALLY GOOD SUB LEON WRITER SO can you blame me? concept: idk why but re4 Leon is so free use coded and so imagine he is on a mission with a new assigned partner but she’s an asshole to him (“fuck off man, I can do it myself, “I don’t need your help”, “you’re too nice and gonna be taken advantage of 😐”, etc. You get the gist) and his goofy ass just tryna be nice and helpful, cuz this is leon we are talking about. But the fun part ⁉️ they have cameras installed in the hideout they are saying at for security purposes. But ofc, Leon always tries to check on reader to make sure she’s ok - even if she’s an asshole to him. AND YK WHAT READER DOES 😭 she’s way too horny and just goes at it, girl got a masturbation problem on god. Every night. One night - wrong time and place - Leon opens his laptop to see the cameras making sure she’s ok AND HELP HE SEES HER … yk. And he feels guilty like he shouldn’t watch but he does anyways. And this goes on for weeks. Until one night he’s sick and tired of her always being so mean and he accidentally lets it slip that he’s been watching her LOL AND SHES LIKE UHM BOY WHAT 🙄⁉️ and he tries to play it off like “I didnt mean to” but like, my brother in Christ… you’ve been watching every night for weeks 🤨 wdym you didn’t mean to? ANYWAYS LONG STORY SHORT SHE PUNISHES HIM AND HEAVYYYY ON THE FREE USE THING. Love you bae 😘

i made a couple minor changes just for convenience :) fem reader she/her pronouns!

also i didn’t write the smex scene IM SORRY but i have been working on this all day and i need to get to other asks but i promise i’ll write some more free use in the future because it’s so smexy

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"look, i know you don't like me-"

"oh? really? tell me what you think you know, kennedy," you scowl at him, and though it spooks him just a little, he tries to seem unphased.

he frowns, not hurt by your words but definitely concerned that you'll make a bad partner, "you don't need to be this hostile. we're allies. we're supposed to have each other's backs."

"right..." your voice echos, and leon knows that if it came down to it, you wouldn't protect him, wouldn't save him, would barely help him. he's practically on his own for this mission, just has an extra body with him to shoot at the bad guys.

it hurts, to some degree, because even without knowing you well, and even with you being cold and rude to him, he knows he'd come to your rescue in a heartbeat. something about him feels fond of you, even though in your entire time knowing leon kennedy, you haven't said one nice thing to him.

he thinks that maybe he likes that you've never been nice to him. he doesn't really know what to do with that thought.

-

leon is proved wrong.

despite the harshness of your words, you come to his rescue, fighting off the villager who almost decapitated him with an axe like both of your lives depend on it (because they do).

he watches you fight nervously, but when you come out on top, aside from the gash wound you take to the hip, he feels his heart skip a beat.

"this is what happens when you hurt my partner," you groan, holding your side, trying to speak through the pain even though leon can see the blood seeping between your fingers.

you whisper something in your victim's ear, something leon can't quite make out, before you kill him. leon wonders what it was briefly. he decides it doesn’t matter.

you both breathe a sigh of relief, but it's short lived as you collapse to the ground. you saved him. you got hurt saving him.

"here, let me help you," he mutters, coming over to you, not even stopping to ask if you want his help because he knows you'll say no, "stop fighting me. you're hurt and i need to patch you up."

the pain is agonizing, but even through gritted teeth and tense breaths, you push through it. he has to commend you a little bit, you're tougher than you look.

but when you try to push his hand away, claiming "i'm fine, kennedy," he sees the struggle in your face, hears the hurt in your voice. his heart seems to stop. he's worried, "i can do it myself, you don't have to- fuck, dude, i don't need your help-."

"-just relax, okay? i got you..”

you don't have the strength to push him away, but you know you shouldn't anyway, so you just slouch back against the wall and try to breathe, "fine, just fuckin... hurry up."

"i'm just trying to take care of you. we're partners, right? i gotta look out for you," he smiles, trying to lighten the mood even slightly. he wishes that this would be the time the barriers come down, that those skyscraper walls that prevented him from coming any closer to you emotionally could come crashing down, if only for a moment.

"you don't have to do anything. you're choosing to put yourself in danger to help me," you groan as you lean back, looking up at the ceiling, "suprised that no one's tried to take advantage of your willingness to help before."

"someone did," he mutters annoyedly, focusing more on the wound then it being your wound, on your body. his eyebrows, almost naturally furrowed from years of stress, somehow make his face even more sad to gaze upon. it's not that he's unattractive, far from it, but he's... worn. tired. a piece of your heart, no matter how far you keep away from him, aches in sympathy.

-

leon carries you back to the safe room, a hideout you both are using to rest and recover in while you plot your next move. he lays his jacket on the ground to at least give you something comfortable to lie on. you don't look comfortable, but he can't do anything else to help you.

he looks through his things, trying to concoct something that will at least make you feel a little bit better. he finds a first aid spray, and his heart jumps out of his chest in excitement. he uses it to take care of your wound, and waits for you to wake up from your unconscious state.

he decides to go back out, hoping to maybe find some other things to help you both on your mission. he knows you'll berate him for leaving on his own, risking his own life needlessly. but god if he didn't imagine what it would be like if he found something you could really use, and watch your eyes light up. even if you didn't like him, you'd be happy. he wants to see you smile, to praise him for a job well done.

he cringes at how pathetic it sounds, but he sets off either way, leaving you wrapped in his jacket with a note from him saying what he's doing.

-

he doesn't do it intentionally. at least... not the first time. genuinely, he just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were alive and breathing and safe. and you definitely were.

he doesn't know why its so hypnotizing, why he can't put his goddamn phone away with the stupid security app on it. of course it's you, though. you're hypnotizing.

he watches every pixel, every distorted view of you touching yourself in the safe room, obviously unaware that he could... see this. he's glad there's no audio, or else he'd be unable to control himself, even in an abandoned building surrounded by zombies. maybe its the years that haven hardened him, burned the fear out of his soul and numbed him to the presence of those things, but he doesn't feel anything but uncontrollable desire right now.

have you been doing it the whole time? you both had spilt off from each other multiple times, and he would almost be upset at the idea that every time he was fighting for his life and barely, barely winning that fight each time, you were getting off a couple hundred feet from him in another room... if it wasn't so fucking hot to watch you masturbate.

he keeps watching until he notices that you're having an orgasm, body twitching and your chest heaving up and down as you take deep breathes. it's so fucking sexy, leon probably could have cum on the spot if he watched anymore.

-

you keep doing it. he keeps watching it. over the course of the mission (of course he had to be stuck on a long, secluded recon mission with you of all people) he's watched you too many times. he doesn't think he has enough fingers to count how many times, which either means he's been on this mission longer than he thought or you have a fucking addiction. he's almost kind of impressed at how efficient you are. takes you 10 minutes tops, and then you just get back up and keep on trucking? his sentimental, post-nut ass could never.

and, though you recovered from your wound, you haven't displayed any sense of gratitude for leon taking care of you when you passed out after getting hurt. not that he expects it, truthfully. you saved his life, he saved yours. you were even.

he just doesn't feel like he's broken any new ground. he feels like, if anything, you feel even further away, emotionally. he's about had it.

"hey, we need to talk," he says, ominously; he doesn't intend it to be so, "i understand you don't like me. it's fine. i don't even care anymore. but i am tired of you talking to me like i'm a pushover."

you look over at him, reloading your gun with a displeased look on your face. leon hates the inner urge he has to cave and apologize to you, as if his body would rather give up any sense of dignity he still has in favor of being slightly more tolerable to you.

"well? are you going to say something?"

you scoff, looking away, "didn't know you were so fucking sensitive, kennedy," and you turn around, ready to walk out, before he snaps, "this isn't a pleasure trip. sorry you're not having a good time."

"clearly you're having a good time with all the pleasure you're giving yourself while i'm trying not to die."

he stops. panicking. trying to think of how to spin the words he just said and make it not sound like he knew every tell you had when you were about to cum or exactly how you touch yourself in order to get yourself off quickly.

you stop as well. and you look back at him with this expression on your face that is completely unreadable.

maybe it wasn't the best move to reveal the only card he had left to play if it mean he would get this reaction out of you considering that, again, you so clearly do not like him.

... right?

"what... did you say, kennedy?" you ask, pure venom in your voice. it's not a question, you so clearly heard him correctly.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that-"

"have you been watching me?" you take a step closer, eyes boring into his soul so intensely he can't make eye contact. he has no way out of this situation. he feels out of breath, nervous, god why are you getting so close to him? "answer me, leon," not kennedy, leon, "have you been watching me masturbate?"

he looks up, trying to keep himself from making eye contact. he knows the second he looks into your eyes, he will be putty in your hands, free for you to mold into whatever you'd like. he knows you're not looking at him with distain like usual, it's something else.

something hungry.

"yeah," he breathes, barely getting the world out at all. you take a deep breath, as if you're debating what you're going to do.

"what you did was wrong, you see that, right?"

"yes, i know, but-"

you scoff, annoyed. god why in this moment, just inches away from you, you notice the moles on his neck, the angle of his jaw, the entrancing aura of his eyes. it's so damn distracting, and you have to pull yourself together, "but nothing. you watched me without my consent, you got off on it, didn't you?"

"god, you're making it sound so bad, i... i'm sorry, okay? how can i make it up to you?" he asks, trying so damn hard as always to please.

this is where you come to realize that maybe you didn't hate leon kennedy all this time. maybe you found yourself too comfortable, too at ease in his presence. maybe he was safe and sweet and gentle and it didn't sit right because nothing in a world with zombies and bioweapons and cults and parasites was gentle. but leon is.

you look down, considering your options, "i have an idea. you're free to refuse and we go back to before, and you get nothing from me. do you want to hear it?"

"sure?"

you take a breath, going for it, "i’ll be… blunt. if you couldn’t tell, i’m a bit.. insatiable. i need something to get myself off now that i’m getting bored of my own hands out here. you help me, and i’ll forgive you for watching me.”

his thoughts stop. he genuinely can’t put together a coherent thought, what did you mean? "are you.. are you fucking serious? you barely speak to me, every time you do speak to me you act like i'm the scum of the earth, you act like i'm not here when i saved your ass and carried you and patched you up, i-”

you cut him off with a kiss. it’s not gentle, it’s rough and messy and your fingers dig into the skin of his cheeks, leaving him red and breathless. he finally gets it. you don’t want him to help you, you want to use him.

he lets you push him down, pin his body to the wall as you kiss him breathless. he lets you dig your nails into his neck even if it hurts. he lets you touch and kiss him as rough or as gentle as you like. and you don’t like being gentle, clearly.

“use me,” he whispers between kisses, and when you pull away, eyeing him intently, as if urging him to explain himself, he does, “do whatever you want. just keep going until you’re satisfied. don’t… don’t hold back. whatever pleases you… i want that. i want to please you.”

“awh, you just want me to be happy with you, don’t you?” you coo at him, endeared by his selflessness. truly a good man in a bad world, “that’s all you’ve ever wanted, hm? for me to like you?”

his resolve cracks just a little bit more, “uhm, yeah…” he his voice is shaky, unsteady, and he just needs to give in.

“then you’re going to let me do this every single time in horny and need something to get myself off. i’m going to do whatever i want to you, and i’m not going to ask. you’re just going to let me. if you don’t, then we go right back to being enemies, and you really don’t want that, right?”

he stutters aimlessly, his knees going weak. he’d truly be done for if you weren’t hold him up with a strength he did not know you had.

and you just keep going, “i’m not going to ask or care if it’s a bad time. i want it to be inconvenient, uncomfortable, ill-timed. i want it to be permanently in your head that i can have you whenever i want you. that i can do whatever i want to you.”

“only i get to have you, got it?”

“g-got it,” he mutters weakly, feeling your hands on him, touching him in places he hasn’t been touched in a while. he didn’t realize how desperate he was.

“only i get to touch you, only i… get to fuck you.”

he nods helplessly.

“it’s too bad i didn’t bring a dildo in my bag when we set off for this mission, because i would so fuck you with it until you’re seeing stars and apologizing for going behind my back… but i suppose i’ll just have to satisfy myself with your cock…”

[kaymarie-bell]

TWST Book 7 Chapter 6 spoilers and reactions ahead

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You know, through all the updates people have been wondering "where is OB Malleus? is he seeing the dream too? why is he not interfering despite our group being 'awake'? does he even know about all of this?" it might seem crazy what I'm about to say-

This update started with a banger giving us Baul knighting Sebek and giving him an armor that's just like his after fighting off the Silver Owls together

Btw I'm currently on a mission of stealing all the gel in NRC to keep Sebek from putting his hair up again. If you care.

Silver carrying an injured Lilia on his back while Yuu and Grim look after the egg instead of leaving him behind like he asked. I'm ok I'm ok.

Sebek got to show off his UM training. I'm so proud of him 🥹

They killed my hot wife.

Fighting as Meleanor vs The Knight of Dawn felt so sick and twisted knowing what the outcome was.

FUCK THE SENATE. TF YOU MEAN "Filthy bat" "Don't touch Malleus" "get out of the capital and don't show up here again" I'm genuinely upset, what the fuck leave Lilia alone 😭

Maleficia's magic was not helping with hatching the egg, and touch and love is more effective so of course the responsibility falls on Lilia. Huh, who would've thought-

Lilia and the egg communicating. Did y'all see that. Is anyone else being totally normal about it.

Meleanor knew what she was doing when she left her child to Lilia.

Also what do you mean his own grandmother couldn't provide him the love he needed to hatch? 👀

Lilia's numerous travels around the world were all to find something to help hatch the egg. And he got discriminated against by both humans and fae everywhere oh I'm so sick-

Egg!Malleus feeling lonely even before hatching. Lilia being the only one who hears him crying. Lilia running to him despite it being dangerous. 😭

HE DISCOVERED HIS SIGNATURE SPELL WHILE SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO HATCH THE EGG. THE SPELL THAT BEST REFLECTS THE ESSENCE OF HIS SOUL IS THE ONE HE USES FOR BOTH MALLEUS AND SILVER. Shaped like a father fr.

Oh so the egg seems to gain strength only whenever Lilia shows up around it? What a coincidence I wonder what could this mean

Lilia's VA did a phenomenal job. I started ugly crying too. The 200 years were worth it to Lilia 😭😭😭

*Silver voice* I'm sure we were all wondering, "if these dreams are supposed to be happy then why have we seen nothing but pain and suffering so far?" well, it turns out Malleus being born is his happiest moment in life.

not a single thought behind that baby's eyes (he's 1 minute old)

Leona was right he sure *is* a lizard

not the senate suddenly praising Lilia as a hero 😒 I haven't forgotten what y'all said earlier.

Oh shit OB!Malleus is back. I got so caught up in the euphoria of seeing Malleus' birth that for a moment I forgot about overblots.

Malleus has his mom's looks and his dad's voice according to general Lilia

OB!Malleus is absolutely pissed at his grandma and the senate. Good for him.

Malleus offering Lilia a dream where Meleanor and Levan are alive...

If anyone is wondering "how are we supposed to win a battle against OB!Malleus?" the answer is: you don't. We only survive 😔 (for now ig)

Silver is able to secure the entire group in his arms. So normal about it haha.

SON IS BACK.

IDIA IS AWAKE LET'S GO GAMERS LMAO

we have reached 100 chapters. I can't wait to see what Idia's victory strategy is going to be

[bravo4iscool]

Not sure if you're still taking requests. I had an idea of Trent having a best friend and that Bravo is trying to get Trent to date her ("you two are always together/just date already!") but what they don't know, is that he's already married to her.

If you're not taking requests, then just ignore this 😅!

Okay, bye!!

I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS, YES!! this is amazing😭

i hope this is how you imagined it🫶🏼 (i’m sorry this took so long…)

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jason swirls the beer bottle in his hand as he observes you and trent. you both been friends for ages now and everyone could see that there was something between the two of you but every time someone from bravo pointed it out you and trent just laughed it off.

they even tried setting you up multiple times but every time they thought they succeeded it turned out that they didn’t. no matter what the team did, the both of you seemed to just stay friends.

it was a never ending cat and mouse play with you and trent, in the eyes of the others. there was something they didn’t know though. and you both intended to keep it that way.

-

"you gon' take your missus with you?" sonny asks when he and trent off board the plane. "haven't seen 'er in a while." the texan looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

trent shrugs and shoulders his bag properly. "i don't know. i have to ask her if she wants to come along. i'm pretty sure she's working late today."

sonny raises his eyebrow again. "she is? how do you know that?" they had a 'no contact'-rule on their mission. did trent memorize her whole shift plan?

"there are things you don't need to know sonny quinn,” trent simply answers with another shrug. you were a teacher, so working late for you meant correcting exams and assignments. you could technically move it to another day but sometimes you didn’t really feel like doing that. and he respected that.

-

“you should just date,” omar said after watching trent interact with you. he’s taking a sip of water, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “i mean, you’re behaving like a married couple.”

trent coughs and tries to cover it up with a laugh. omar frowns and claps trent’s back. “you good?” he asks and trent nods.

“i’m good,” he answers with a small nod. “i’m very good.” omar didn’t quite believe his friend and colleague but he dropped the topic anyway. as much as bravo liked to tease the both of you, they knew it still was a rather sensitive topic and they knew when it was too much.

trent smiles at you as you make your way over to him, holding a beer in each hand. you sit down beside him and push one bottle in his direction. "you know," you sigh. "maybe we should tell them. it's been a while..." you look at him.

of course, it was fun playing with the team but it got to a point where it started becoming exhausting. you wanted people to know you were married and you slowly started to become sick of the jokes. they were always the same. it was annoying.

trent takes a sip of his beer. "i will do whatever you think is right." he smiles at you. "if you want to tell them, we can tell them. it's all up to you."

you nod. "i think sonny's gonna faint," you then laugh. "he and clay had been betting for years. it's gonna be so funny. " he grins as you look at him, shaking his head.

-

your smile is bright as you see trent and bravo off board the plane. they've been on deployment to afghanistan for a few months and you were happy to have him back again. there's a sparkling diamond ring on your finger–your wedding ring–as you wave at him.

he slightly speeds up his steps before he reaches you, scoots you up in his arms and plants a loving kiss on your lips. "i missed you," he mumbles you as a string of giggles rush past your lips.

"and i missed you," you whisper as he sets you down and you place another kiss on his lips.

"oh you have to be fucking kidding me!" you suddenly hear sonny complain. he stares at you and trent, eyes wide open. "how long has this been going on?" he demands to know, planting his hands on his hips.

you grin and lean into trent's side. "a few years," you say. then you lift your hand and show your ring. "never showed you this before thought."

trent laughs as he takes in the expression on sonny's face. you were right. this was funny.

[mirx-xko-offical]

You wanted asks, and in here to ask, what about Ruggie getting sick because he overworked himself, and the reader/mc takes care of him and goes a few of his tasks for him, I think it'd be really cute!💚

So sorry for how late this is😭

I already had most of this written but Tumblr and google docs did me dirty n' shit by not saving it.

Here it is now though<3

Overworked!

Tired/Sick!Ruggie x Worried!GN!Reader

TWs: Mainly fluff but mentions of medications is included!

(Story underneath cut!)

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"Eh, Ruggie? you're up?"

"Yep..."

"I'm so sorry for waking you!"

"Quiet down jeez-..."

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[Name] has always been the worried type. While, Ruggie was about the complete opposite, usually not having a worry for the world unless you're someone he'd consider close. So every time Ruggie has overworked himself, [Name] would be there to help (not without worrying first ofc).

[Name] looked over to the beastman, seeing how tired looking and hearing how raspy his voice was. This wasn't the first time Ruggie had seemed this way. In fact [Name] saw this quite often nowadays. Ruggie tried to avoid them seeing him this way but he always seemed to fail.

"Ruggie!" [Name] called for him, chasing after him as he started to run upon hearing his name being called. "Get back here! You shouldn't be running!" [Name] continued, trying their best to catch up.

Once Ruggie thought he'd lost them, he turned a corner just to be tackled by the said person. "Aha! Looks like I gotcha! Are you okay?" [Name] asked as they pinned the poor boy down.

"I'm fine." He tiredly responded to them, his dry voice wasn't helping him at all.

"You don't sound fine..." [Name] looked at him suspiciously which made him more nervous by the second. "You've been overworking yourself again, haven't you?" [Name] leaned in to get a better view of his face, making him redder than before.

"Psshhh~ Of course not. " Ruggie blew it off as he pushed [Name] to the side, allowing him to sit up. He still tried to play it off as if he was fine but his back seemed to be sore from the way he got up. "I told you that I wouldn't overwork myself anymore."

"Nice try Ruggie. I can tell that you're all sore and tired." [Name] gave him a glare before dragging him back to his feet. "You're going to go rest and that's final." [Name] stubbornly stated as they grabbed his ear, leading him back to the dorms.

"You're gonna make me more sore with the way you're draggin' me." Ruggie complained as he rubbed his ear, giving [Name] a pouty look. "Plus I'm fine, I don't need rest." He said in a rather mocking tone which led [Name] into shoving him into his room, holding the door closed.

"You're gonna stay in here whether you like it or not!" [Name] replied as they finally felt Ruggie's struggle end, sighing before letting go of the door handle. "Now. Just so you don't get in trouble any, I'll be doing your work today." [Name] smirked as they walked away, heading out of the dorm to their next class.

After classes ended [Name] couldn't help but let out a long sigh, equally exhausted as Ruggie. "How can he do all of that? I can barely make it through a day.." [Name] slowly dragged themselves to the Savanaclaw dorm, heading to Ruggie's room to check up on him.

Knocking on his door without a answer, [Name] quietly opened the door, peeking inside to see medication on his rather messy desk and him laying sound asleep in his bed. "Good, he's sleeping." [Name] whispered to nobody as they walked into the room, not bothering to shut the door.

"Why are you back in here?" [Name] jumped at the sound of Ruggie's slightly deepened voice and the feeling of his hands wrap around their waist.

"Eh, Ruggie? you're up?" [Name] turned to see his half asleep expression.

"Yep..." Ruggie sleepily responded, dragging [Name] close enough to where he could rest his head on their back.

"I'm so sorry for waking you!" [Name] apologized panicked, turning around to face him.

"Quiet down jeez-..." Ruggie's ears flattened as they yelped an aplology.

"Right, right sorry." [Name] whispered as they bent down to hug Ruggie back, resting thier head between his ears. "How are you feeling?" They decided to ask, looking down to him.

"Tired." He mumbled, nuzzling his head into their chest. "I bet you are too." He guessed as he lifted an eye to them.

"You're correct-" Just as [Name] answered, Ruggie dragged them into the bed, holding them close. "R-Ruggie!-" [Name] whispered again, surprised as Ruggie squeezed them.

"Just sleep." Ruggie grumbled sleepily as he loosened his grip, allowing [Name] to breathe again.

"Alright then..."

I didn't realize how much love Ruggie got until I posted ideas for him-

Tysm pookie for the ask though! Again I'm so sorry it's late. I'm currently working on a part 2.

Also you guys might just get some Incorrect quotes later ;)

[bittercideristaken]

I passed out fourteen times but here's my pointy objects fanart I've been working on for literally months and only now got a break from school and work to finish

(this is fanart from an ao3 fic called of gods, monsters, and pointy objects made for @gontagokuhara !!! I hope you're feeling better from covid!! I promise I won't feel bad about how long this took if YOU don't feel bad about the time this next chapter is taking, MASTERPIECES TAKE TIME!!!)

I had (have) more art planned but I didn't want to wait forever to post this, it's the reason as to why I haven't commented yet!! I was trying to finish this first and then I didn't have time LMFAOO I hope you like it!

Baby (giant) Gonta being raised (literally) by Nagito, distracted by a cool beetle!

2. Angie and her mom(s) off their island's shore....

3. Kaede in Chapter 10, after the RV explosion, in the bathroom of Mikan's cottage....

4. Ibuki and her daughter, Kanami, waking up in a panic after the attack

(Non)surprisingly, I think it'd be fun to also share some of my pointy objects headcanons in this same post! I wrote down a LOT of them in my notes app overtime, and they're mostly camp-based. But since this is long I'll just put it under the cut ;)

• Miu's hair used to be the exact shade of blonde as kaede, but she dyed it pink with manic panic and it's NEVER come out

• Nagito and Ibuki were already friends, but only started becoming close after the Tsumugi incident bc of their shared grief and self-doubts... she basically stayed at camp the whole time while the triplets healed up until Junko banned parents from seeing their kids

• Ryoma was a daily smoker before coming to camp, but Nagito encouraged him to switch to nicotine patches

• The counselors didn't realize Gonta needed glasses for a HOT minute until one day while Hajime was trying to set up a lesson plan for his schooling and couldn't figure out why Gonta's reading comprehension went way down when they used a chalkboard... and they're like "...can you NOT see it?😟" like "oh. well he needs glasses, thats it" *facepalm*

• Tenko goes to a lot of girl group concerts with Himiko and Peko! So when she comes to camp, Kiibo begs her to show them the videos 😭

• Sometimes someone gets sick and can't do dinner duty, and sometimes Nagito says "I'll cook" and everyone rejoices because they KNOW it's a pizza night 😭 they literally bet on how long he'll be struggling in the kitchen until they hear the car leaving camp

• Miu is a SERIAL clothing theif, even though she constantly hates on everyone's style/says their clothes are too big/small for her anyway. Kaede is a constant victim of this 😭 she'll tear up her closet looking for a specific top in the morning and then come out to breakfast to see Miu wearing it (it has caused physical fights)

• Angie and Tenko always show up with the cutest hair with all kinds of accessories. They're the best at braiding and most of the camp has had their hair braided at least three times in one summer.

• Kaede and Kirumi are pretty damn good at sewing! The long haulers bring Kaede things that need mending when Kirumi isn't there lol, and Kaede makes all her own Halloween costumes! (And trades her chore duties to help others with their own costumes)

• Rantaro is GENUINELY a tiktok star 💀 he did musical.lys to cringey music unironically when he was like 12 but ppl really started following him for his aesthetic travel videos, and "dying my hair/piercing myself at 3am bc I'm bored" videos (also some unfortunate thirst traps and dance videos💀) Shuichi shows up in the background sometimes and Rantaro teases him because ppl keep commenting "WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAACCKKKK" but yeah he doesn't take it crazy seriously or post very often

• Himiko has known Hajime/Nagito the longest of all the campers (they literally changed her diapers for Chiaki) but she used to hide behind her mom's legs as a toddler bc she was shy 🥺

• Miu works better with music on, it's like her only real psychological tie to her Godly parent (other than the attitude)💀 she dances around her room while working on projects and turns the music up REALLY loud in her cabin and makes everyone complain until she's gifted a pair of really good headphones for Christmas

• Angie also LOVES to surf, Sakura wasn't the best surfer before but she literally learned just so she could surf with her daughter 🥺 it makes her feel closer to Aoi

• Sometimes when the counselors are SUPER overwhelmed they literally say that they've been called to a meeting and just take the weekend off somewhere 💀💀💀 usually one stays behind but it's something they've NEVER admitted to even though the triplets have definitely figured it out after Hajime came back from a """""meeting"""""" with a trinket for his office 💀

• (KINDA NSFW) But Ibuki has had the most relationships with other gods out of everyone else followed by Makothoe 😭 This doesn't really say much it's just a record bc the gods have relationships with humans anyway 💀 if you account for humans it's probably Leon or Teru LMAOOOO (honorable mention to the imposter because LMFAOOOO but I headcanon he has like real relationships with humans and sticks with them for a while not necessarily uhhh yk)

• Most of the gods are used to acclimating themselves to their time, but like, sometimes they still don't catch up with EVERYTHING and they act like parents who struggle to get Siri to work or squint when they have to use a phone (The counselors got sick of a 12 y/o Kokichi asking if they had games on their phone and kokichi got sick of them saying "a telephone was made for calling people" so he got a phone slightly before the other campers 😭) (Byakuya and Makoto got a smartfridge that they STILL struggle to work 💀) (Taka's face turns red after the first 10 minutes he takes to connect a bluetooth device to his car)

• Vocal stims spread across camp like wildfire until Hajime nearly tears his hair out begging them to stop (vocal stims ALSO linger in MEETINGS LMFAOO I think the indubitably bit in sdr2 was so real and funny 😭)

• Baby rantaro was DRIPPED TF OUT💀 Makoto and Byakuya had him in designer clothes as a toddler, to the point where reporters/business partners were suggesting he go into junior modeling because he was such an adorable kid! Makoto likes to tease/brag to Rantaro about it lol. He still has the toddler clothes stored away and a bunch of photos of baby rantaro in formal wear😭

• Kaito has a scar on his stomach from when he tried to fight off the monsters that killed his grandparents

• Kaede is "talking smart", and so is her twin, Miu, but it SHOWS when she's talking trash about someone 😭 she has an Azealia Banks level of world-ending, life-changing reads at the tip of her tongue

OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW BYEEEEEEE

[amberinn]

okay thoughts 👏

not a lot of emotionally charged moments

love the little davwhit and charwhit interactions

Whit is actually SOSOSOSO smart and I'm so thrilled to the core as a Whit fan that his thinking process is shown

Like he is SO UNDERSTANDING and good and amazing I love it

Levi is a psychopath 100%

I made a rant about Whit being a sociopath, but he doesn't fit that criteria because he lacks in exploitation behaviours/anger

I'm SURE he has some sort of hidden disorder (Whit) we haven't yet really talked about

im not a psychologist though

let's leave it to that one person headcanon diagnosing Veronika with asocial personality disorder or whatever I do NOT know what that is!

I fucking love this cast, but it's so mentally ill to the core.

Like so many of those fuckers have something wrong with them I can't stand it (affectionate)

Arei and David interaction??? Let's go

They could've been such good friends and Arei is so sweet forreal.

Eden with the fucking fork.

Fucking hell, oh my GOD.

I love the transitions in scrum debate, they're scrumbtastic and I fucking love and hate how they represent things like, hanging, getting thrown and then breaking your neck, the swinging... fuck it makes me sick

Areden could have been so real

Arei's friends being David and Eden... yeah

It could have been good

I hate the parallels between how David got extended that hand to take--- Xander, Arei.

I've an animation idea between the three od them and this is just slipping so well into my understanding of their dynamic (I'm not really analyzing it too deeply thinking of it though... I guess I should)

I'll get to know the real you, I love you, I will be your friend.

I know you for who you are, it makes me relieved, I guess we're both bad humans huh?

But does a good person really exist?

We'll look out for each other... I could be your friend.

Like fuck drdt is David Chiem nightmare especially that "only someone so fucking naive, stupid, jdk, jekcus could have fallen for such an obvious trap" feels like grief

he's just lost another fucking friend of his

scratch that your outburst is reasonable, or maybe I misremember shit

I would also go insane if anyone who was ever willing to love me got murdered one by one

All you ever do is gain and lose people, just like in "Therefore you and me"

As a result of acquiring as a result of losing, huh David Chiem?

It makes sense for him to want to extinguish that

Everyone looks forward to seeing tomorrow, but what are you gaining by it?

Friends you're losing

Maybe it's even harder for him, because Whit has a friend (Charles) he gets to keep, while David keeps on seeing his get murdered over and over again.

It never ends.

That fucked up little glint when Teruko told her secret >>>>>>>>>

ALSOOOO ALSO

whatever drama was going on between Ace and Levi

Levi IS an insanely fucked up person, and I keep thinking over and over about how for me at least there is not one person I could ship Ace with

like damn mf 🙏 he alone af

I want to give Ace Markey such a big hug, like he is a bitch and has teeth which cut through you every 3 seconds, but girl.

girl you DO NOT DESERVE ALL OF THAT 😭😭😭😭

any of that

Ace Markey is like, subtly circling upwards on my favouritism lists he's my wet kitten you don't get him like I do

He's had a friend before who was a guy

something something---

The fact that I even considered thinking of anyone over here as my friend really just tarnishes his image.

He cares about his friend SO MUCH.

It might be STUPID for me, but this reads as gay.

Ok just trust me in on this I'm a boykisser with a similar situation at hand.

girl lover as well, how do you THINK one person figures out that?

I just feel like Ace Markey might've discovered his homosexuality via that friend

that best friend one might say which makes me sososoo insanely CURIOUS about who it was

yk why

bcs id finally get an Ace ship I actually fw

hell ya let's go homies

also I need to add---

I feel like something has REALLY happened with his friend

might be a bit stupid, but I feel like that friend is dead

"tarnishes his image" huh Ace? Ace what does that mean, why would that image be able to be tarnished

did you say had Ace or am I not remembering it?

are you so afraid of everything, because your best friend is dead Ace?

it's kinda a stretch still though, a leap of faith on a suggestion I'm willing to argue about

[iknowyuu]

Hey! Anon from the last ask. Sieun dating head canons. Like what would be his live language? How open he is to PDA?

dating hcs w/ yeon sieun

kdrama! yeon sieun x gender neutral! reader

↝ wc: <1k

note: i just had the most sick experience on omegle 😭 but schools finally done woo!!!

REBLOGS + COMMENTS >>>> LIKES

content: hcs

- STUDY DATES, OBVIOUSLY. - whenever you come to his house you def bring coffees - bc best believe that he's gonna stay up till, what, 2am? - all studying for his new classes in his new school :( - but don't be sad because you're there to support him - throughout everything <3 - but back to the study dates, lots and lots of back hugs from you to him - when he's hunched over you place your arms around him and squish your cheek into his - "you should take a break," kiss on his cheek, "it's been like an hour since i came and you haven't," another kiss on his cheek, "even gotten up from your seatttt!!" you drag out the last syllable in an attempt to seal the deal.. - bros got a heart of STEEL - "later.." he says, not even looking up at you. - brah... - BUT SOMETIMES HE DOES COMPLY TO YOUR WISHES!! :] - whenever he's not studying he's usually at your house with you - and you bet you make sure he does not bring that damn textbook with him - not in your house!!!!!!!!!!!! - but usually it's him watching your latest obsession with you - and it's not like you force him to or anything……… - LMFAO NO BUT he usually agrees - he wants to not only bc he cares about what you like but also he doesnt have much to contribute in that department SJSJS - but also whenever you're watching movies he likes to sit really close to you and lay his head on your shoulder - sobbing and dying literally the most heartwarming thing EVER - and when your heart is feeling especially warm you'll turn and kiss the side of his head <3 - sometimes he'll turn towards you and just stare - with those big adorable eyes of his&^%$* - just looking at you with expectancy... - till you get the hint and lean in with your hand on his cheek, giving him what he wanted - a little kiss <3 - he’s not very comfortable with pda but on the occasion he’ll be fine with linking pinkies !! - or sometimes when he’s feeling bold, he’ll.. get this.. completely hold your hand!!!! - interlaced fingers and all :,) - his favourite thing that you do is playing with his hair - obviously he’s very stressed a good majority of the time - whether it’s about the dropping grades or his friends.. - yk, dying 😭 - you’re always there to comfort him in a way that makes him forget about his worries, - and that’s playing with his hair :> - your fingers in his hair, - or at the nape of his neck <3 - his eyes literally flutter closed HAHA - and even when you guys are making out, your fingers in his hair - UGH its like pure bliss for him - the literal definition of butterflies in your stomach!!!!! - also movie dates !! - but like in the comfort of his room, with his laptop - you show him every single one of your favourites!!! - he falls asleep sometimes bc of how sleep deprived he is :( - but that just means lots of cuddles!!!! - (and kisses) - you’re really distracting him from his studies 😭

<3

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[yobi-thecreator]

Hey do you write male readers? If you do, can you write Vanessa Afton× male reader, where reader is the new guy that works at the pizzeria (basically Mike's work) but when he doesn't show up one night vanessa go to check in him at his house, and when she finds him with fever she takes care of him, also a lot of flirting plss

This is so cute!! Yes I write for male readers!! ☺️✌🏻

Vanessa Taking Care of You💕💕

Vanessa was making her way to the pizzaria, upon making it she saw that your car wasn't there. She stepped out of the cop car and make her way inside the pizzaria.

She looked everywhere for you, first the office, then the restrooms, then the kitchen, and all around the family diner she even checked the storage room. Upon seeing that you were nowhere in sight she decided to leave, she was going to find out what has happened to you. She hoped that it wasn't her father's doing for your disappearance.

When she got to your house she saw that your car was parked on the side of the house. She made her way to the front of the house and knocked on the door. She waited for a while before knocking on the door again, she heard a groan as some shuffling on the other side before the door slowly opened.

You stared at her as she smiled, she was relieved you were okay. "Hey." You said with a Huff, your voice was hoarse and you sounded sick. "Hi, why weren't you at Freddy's? The work finally get to you?" She joked around, laughing at her own joke. You didn't really find it amusing, considering your health wasn't the best at the moment, so you just stared at her with a black face. "Vanessa I'm not... I'm not feeling well." You told her, not sure how to respond. She looked confused at first then noticed the state you were in, she rushed you inside telling you to get comfortable as she took your temperature. You told her that it was fine and she didn't have to do it but she insisted, saying she wanted to take care of you and how she studied something in the medical field.

You were laying in bed as Vanessa fed you some canned soup (she insisted that she would feed you that way you can get as much rest as possible). "What made you come here?" You asked her after you ate the canned chicken soup. "Just thought it was weird that you didn't go to work." "Really now?" You hummed as you raised your brow. "Just that? Or were you just wanting to come see me?" You teased her. "You talk a lot for someone who seems to be enjoying me being here." She said as she sat the bowl down on the nightstand. "So you did want to see me? Interesting." "How exactly is it interesting?" She questioned as she crossed her arms over her chest with a smile. "Just saying that it's strange that you would even care." She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, she wasn't sure if you were teasing her or trying to make fun of her. "Thanks by the way, for being here with me." You whispered when it got awkward. "It wasn't a problem. I like spending time with you." She told you. "You mean that?" You asked as you looked at her, smiling softy as you made eye contact. "I do. I lo- I like you a lot." She stated. "I like you too, Vanessa." You quietly said.

Hey guys!! Sorry that I haven't been as active as I would like, school has been kicking me in the butt 😭 But! I hope that you enjoyed this!!! Also thank you for requesting!! I've been trying to finish all the stories/request I have so far, I hope you all can be patient with me!!

Much Love

- HaloTurtle 🐢

[curtsbigspoon]

So I already sent one in- But I had to delete my account because something went absolutely hay-wire with it, It's under the same name- But I'm not sure if it'll translate back- But I asked about Crosby anything. I'd bite at the bar of my fucking cage for it. I'm obsessed with Crosby, I'm not sure if you do write anything about him. If you don't, that's completely fine. Just ignore this if that's the case. I've just been dying for any crumbs of Crosby content-

My ask box is otherwise empty so I'm assuming it got deleted with your account. But fear not sweet creature, ask and ye shall recieve!

I did ask my pookie @johnslittlespoon a little about this one, just because as much as I do love cros and do intend on writing him and stuff, I haven't had a lot of chances yet, other than my most recent post where I spoke about him x bubbles as well as him x rosie. But i wanted to deliver still, so I can give you some more headcanons.

Feel free to ask for like more thought out stuff, or snippet things because I will attempt, I just never know what to provide unless someone is specific so forgive me 😭SPOILERS AHEAD BOYS!!!

crosby has always drank black coffee, ever since he got the taste of it, can't stick anything else. the first time bubbles offers to make him a cup he doesn't think to specify, is just grateful enough that they offered. it takes a lot for him to swallow his first sip, tries not to make it obvious, offering a smile and a nod. he's so used to taking sips whilst he's deep in his work that he inevitably winds up finishing the cup. gets up to go and make himself another, desperate for his preferred taste, only for bubbles to spawn out of nowhere offering to get him another one. he tries to politely decline but "i was gonna make myself one anyhow" and now he can't refuse or he'll look rude.

this bit's a tiny bit angsty but after bubbles dies, crosby can't drink the sweet stuff again. he tries to for the very first time after hearing, thinks it'll be something to to keep the memory. but it gets too hard, he winds up being sick, goes back to drinking black coffee because he can't stand the reminder of losing his best friend. well, up until he's deep in work and rosie comes along to see how he's doing, brings him a cup, and it's sweet and he probably drops his face into his hands and gets worked up but- (GUNSHOTS)

this one's especially based on the newest episode but, crosby's used to being seen as more timid right? will immediately stand up to admit when he's done something wrong but before it even gets to that point you can see it eating away at him. he might be able to handle a few comments here and there about himself, never quite willing to turn hostile because it's war, there's worse things happening and it's not worth getting worked up over. but the minute you say a single bad thing about his friends? oh it's over. he'll use his authority, put the fear of god into you, suddenly snap out of nowhere, no a soul can sense it's coming. he means business.

once again talked about in my last post but this man does not sleep, whether it's because of work or anxiety. he probably gets up and paces about, maybe goes to sit outside, goes somewhere, anywhere to clear his head. (angst) but he probably goes somewhere he knows he'll be alone, will talk to bubbles as if he's sitting beside him, laugh about good stuff that's happened, spill his guts about the things eating away at him, referring to fond memories they used to share.

[entomolog-t]

G/tWAC Day 4: Favorite Scenes

Mild spoiler warnings for The Stranding, Blanket, and Clumsy

(Nothing that's a huge plot reveal- just quite literally spoiling some amazing scenes)

I want to have a diverse spread of author's but theres NO WAY I can talk about favorite scenes without bringing up @belethlegwen again.

One of my favorite scenes is Mel's first time meeting Edmund, Bravest-soldier-in-the-ranks, Miller. The scene hits so well- A giant woman washing up on shore, the general sentiment of unease, if not outright fear from The Watch...

Then theres Miller.

Even without ineracting with him yet, Mel notices he's a bit different than the other men- with just this overall lack of hesitation when getting nearer to her. Brother is straight grinning like the lil big goon he is.

Belle does such a phenomenal job setting the scene. The expectations set, and swiftly subverted, the way she describes his actions and voice just beautifully showing he just is not scared. The goofy chemistry between the two just so wonderfully cuts the tension of the previous chapters, but without fully severing it. Things still feel uneasy, but Miller (as well as the wonderful Lionus) feel like a reprise.

“They’ve even got a name for soldiers like me in the company!”

“Oh?” she asked, placing the empty barrel down on the other side of him, and then moving her hand toward the freshly opened one. The other two men had gone back for the last two barrels from the cart and were rolling them towards her at speed.

“Idiots,” - Chapter 5 of The Stranding.

JAFGSFLKH- here we witness the birth of The Idiot Brigade😭 Every interaction with that man just has me cackling.

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Next up is the the short that is the Literal embodiment of AJFHLkfhkfh by @bittykimmy13 / @kendsleyauthor

Never has a scene made me want to bark so much as the blanket scene???? If you haven't read it PLEASE don't let me spoil it for you because this is the juicest fearplay spice- I physically cannot restrain myself from keyboard mashing when talking about this.

What makes the blanket scene so incredibly good is just this fun yet high tension game of cat and mouse between Micah and Everly. Its this playfully predatory flirting that just gets the heart pumping and the mind flustered, and it just all cumulates with Everly trying to avoid Micah catching her while she dodges his hand under the cover of a blanket- with Micah just giving in and crawling under the covers to get her??

I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT THAT VISUAL??? ASFDKJASJF

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Lastly is an incredibly recent fic/short(?) (please let it be ongoing I love them your honor) by @clumsiestgiantess (Everyday I am thankful that my brainrot is apparently wildly contageous to @clumsiestgiantess) that just??? The perfect timing of the slightly angsty fluff?? *screams into a pillow*

Fen is a borrower who has been through some nasty events in the passed 24 hours (and frankly just in general) and is just trying his best. Alice is a human who's clear concern and care for others (along with her grades) is palpable. Together the pair have one of the most tender interactions I have ever read. Just FFHKFH- Its literal catnip and I want to roll in it.

“Are you ok?  You look sick.  If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down.  You didn’t have to get on.”  It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern.  “I- I’m alright.”  She gently shakes her head.  “You aren’t, though.  You’re shaking.”  The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it.  “And your heart’s beating really fast.”  Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate.  Maybe I am, to her.  It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it.  It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am.  I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death.  Why is it so comfortable? - Part 2 of this work of literal art

Just the word choice and pacing of this whole interaction? The dialogue is just so compassionate. And then there the action. GOODNESS. Alice taking her figure to his chest? FEN THEN TAKING THAT FINGER AND PRESSING HIS FORHEAD TO IT???

The line "Why is it so comfortable?"

I promise you- this scene made me audibly gasp.

The mix of such sweet and tender dialogue with that visual?? Gosh it had my heart racing like a lovestruck teen.

I highly recommend you all check these works (and these authors) out!

[queen0fm0nsterz]

I saw you post about Seafarers, but to me, your finest work will always be Fifteen Notes to You, reread all of it the other day and... yeah, it still hits like a fucking bullet train.

I genuinely don't think it's possible to capture Mono's descent into insanity better than you did here. It reminds me a little of The Last Weekend from the anthology Inside no.9, in that, you know, both from the story itself and the context it exists in, that it won't have a happy ending, but the humanization of the characters just forces you to cling to hope that something will go right. But that rarely, if ever, happens in The Nowhere.

FNTY... Now THAT'S a name I haven't heard in years...

Thank you so much!!!! I'm super grateful to see folks still enjoy my old stories :)it seems to be the general consensus even among my friends that FNTY is the best complete fic I've put out. Reading thru the comments, I remember one of a person who told me that it made them cry - and the comment made ME cry LMAOOOOOOO😭

I'm very proud of it myself as it was not only my first published fic, but my first multichaptered fic I ever completed as well. Though I am a slow writer (SEAFARERS CHAPTER 5 IS IN THE WORKS😭), for FNTY it was never because I had excessive trouble figuring out what to put on paper - especially never when in regards to the letters themselves. The most troubling parts were the in betweens, funnily enough.

Mono and Thin Man come very naturally to me when writing. I think it may be because I tend to interpret them as having very big feelings... like myself, I guess. And since the story itself is short, I suppose that I managed to make the thing itself feel like there are many big feelings in a tiny box. I will admit I got emotional myself a couple of times... then went on to edit like nothing was wrong LMAOOOO like this is how I looked writing and then editing vvv

For Seafarers, the emotional payoff has yet to come, and it will be different -- considering we have World's Most Emotionally Constipated Woman and Our Strongest Soldier (the PTSD has yet to hit because she's still actively experiencing the horrors) as the protagonists this time.

Six and the Lady are both considerably harder to write for me. I had my chance to write the Big Feeler at the very beginning because the stakes there were skyrocketing from the getgo, but now things have gotten considerably more... silent. The feelings are there but they're all kept in. OUGHHHHHHHHH

I also can't wait to introduce more stuff; I've been writing down concepts for shadow magic and powers, how the Maw works, the various things the Lady of the Maw has to look after to keep it afloat... and the Ladies. Look, I'll say that I'm really happy with what I'm doing with Teapot and Rascal. And with Teapot in general. I really like the characterization I pulled out of my ass LMAOOOOOO and the DESIGN... ok so I'm willing to share a couple of the Teapot's I've doodled

(She's genuinely very silly [read: sick in the head]... i gave all the Ladies some nice additional details because. Ik the point is that they all look very similar but I love designing outfits fuck it this is MY au i do what I want)

So right now I have a suspicion that Seafarers will hit better when it's finished and can be read from beginning to end. Since it's longer (I plan it to be... around 15 chapters? A bit longer if the events require it to be.), there will be more time to let the stuff brew until it reaches its climax as intended.

[where-the-wind-travels]

wip wednesday ✦

thank you @cadybear420 for the tag! ♡

i haven't updated any of my choices writing in... literal months, and while i am currently getting back into it, it's not for this fandom. nevertheless i found this wip which was supposed to be my june challenge entry, but then things happened™️ (june was a very sick month for me) and i ended up leaving it with only the very beginning scene written... still, i might finish and post it sometime lmao

this is pretty much my self indulgent mcflint first date/love confession fic, featuring euphemia's nosy ass third wheeling for them from the power dimension. takes place one year post-ilw, shadow ending + gate opened.

(i don't know who to tag since pretty much everyone prior to me was already tagged OOPS 😭 still, "tagging" everyone who wants to join in!)

below the cut because of length + not my best use of mood whiplash, but for those interested dw all the rest of this is going to be pure fluff

“I'm home!” A cheerful voice rang across the living room, followed by a sigh as Mercedes leaned against the doorframe, letting go of the shopping bags she had been carrying. “Oof, these things are heavy. Think any of you could help me?” Abel, who'd previously been sitting on the couch waiting for his sister to come home from her shopping trip, all but sprinted to the door and picked up a bag. “Manita, why? Just how many things did you buy? And what did I tell you about overspending?” Mercedes rolled her eyes fondly. “It's for you, Abel, not for me. And besides, it's not overspending if I actually planned what I'm spending on,” she added. “Since you couldn't decide on what to make for today's plans, I just bought the ingredients for everything you listed.” “Today's plans? Why are you saying that as if you're a part of it?” He put down the bag, placing it on the living room table near the vase full of white jasmine flowers he'd bought a few months ago. They're fake — after all, Abel has never been the best at taking care of plants, what with all his responsibilities and tendency to get distracted — but he doesn't think about that, nor does he like to. It doesn't matter if they're fake, they're still beautiful. And he got them because of him, the one person that's been occupying most of his mind, but whom he's never been brave enough to confess his real feelings for. He likes keeping things that remind him of Lincoln. He always did, and even now — especially now — he still does. “Because I am! I agreed to help you prepare the food and calm your nerves and do all that…” She paused to take a deep breath. “Sorry. You know all this time I've been really excited that things are back to normal with Lincoln, and—” “Wait, what? Nerves? I thought they were just hanging out, what's so important about this occasion?” Lola interrupted from inside the kitchen, not looking up from the bowl of cereal she poured herself. “You tell her or I tell her? If you don't, then I will,” Mercedes spoke, grinning and failing to hide the giggle coming out of her. Abel sighed. “Fine, I'll tell her. Because right now, you're starting to sound a lot like…” “Like…” A pang of grief and sadness, like a storm crashing into a beach that had been bright and sunny just a few moments ago, struck him as he thought of her. His best friend's younger half sister, the girl that had the same love for pirates, history and language as he had, the girl that never once left his side – anyone's side – even as he was going through his worst moments yet. Despite only being part of their lives for about a month – and despite sharing blood with the same man who ruined them, manipulated them, used them for his own selfish wants while claiming there's good behind his intentions – she knew her friends as if she'd spent a lifetime with them. And she might as well have. When comparing this girl's brightness and warmth to that of the Sun, the Sun itself fell short. She was a fighter, yes, but also a devoted and compassionate soul whose utmost priority was protecting and caring for others – not just her friends, but others in general, no matter if she didn't know them personally. And oh, how she loved peering into Abel's relationship with Lincoln. Even before Abel himself knew that what he wanted was something different from being friends again, she knew. She'd always wanted for them to reconcile and be happy together, she saw the spark inside both of them that no one else did. She'd gush to Amalia about how cute she thought they'd look together and smiled so bright when she saw them getting along, no matter how much they insisted they weren't. And now her wish came true, but she's gone. Why did it have to be her?