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[warmingjoy]

Sum angel emojis for ur bbg? 😜😘

of course babes ^3^

[essie-s]

i am reeling from last night as much as the next callowmoore bitch but i gotta say, now that we’re in the Sister Zone and things are gettin wild…i want at least one good platonic conversation between ashton and fearne before we start seeing any direct romance between the two of them, IF that’s where we’re heading.

like they’ve been doing the flirty flirty for 76 episodes, fearne is down bad and yes i do want orym to explain love to her but that’s another thing, and i think ashton is also down bad and yes i also want orym to explain love to them too but that’s another another thing…and yet they haven’t talked a whole lot????

i want some deep shit from these two, they’ve got so much to discuss and i hope things calm down enough for them to have a personal chat in the next few episodes. cuz even if they do become a Thing (and i hope they do, i think they will, i pray to god) i don’t want it to be purely based on flirty interactions. especially with two characters who struggle with long term commitment and feelings, i think they’d have some really important discussions.

and who knows! they might not get together, and i’m too intrigued by their dynamic to not want more 1-on-1 content between them.

(don’t tell me i can just write fanfic i know i can and i want to but i have Attention Defecit)

[edwardbonnets]

@realityisasham requested: aziraphale not wanting to let go of crowley (and looking very much in love) during the ineffable bureaucracy confession (x)

[penandswords]

What is your favorite thing to explore with other muses rp partners?

/EMOTIONAL connections!

The good the bad THE ADORABLE.

tbh I LOVE it when 2 muses SIT down to have a serious and heartfelt talk about something.

TRAUMA bonding? Hurting together.

Or experiencing similar types of ANGER / moving past it.

ect. (THE LIST can get long so I can stop here)

BUT I love it when 2 muses help one or the other grow / develop on an emotional front./

[thyandrawrites]

Writing shouto be like:

Me: *writes him*

Also me, on the second draft: cool, now let's delete all this and make it actually sound like shouto

[demcnsinmymind]

@kxllerblond : He looked at him a bit longer than he meant to, with perhaps a tinge more emotion than meant.

me and the two idiots I write on this blog:

[larcenywrites]

Need more doof in glasses 🥺

[dracharenae]

I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go? I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go? I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

mutuals may reblog.

[leighsartworks216]

your grace

[dcgfight]

i need new interactions. i need new interactions so fucking bad.

[elibean]

also theres a fancomic of cxs's parents coming back home randomly one day and although i don't love how the comic ends there's an excellent idea of lu guang getting EXTRADONARILY angry on cxs's behalf and hitting them and calling them out for being shitty parents etc etc and its just. so good

[dominihilist]

every second we get closer to kafka's release is every second we get closer to me being active again-

[as-above-rp]

The more Butch talked and retreated into himself, the more it broke Roland's heart. He was expecting Butch to fight for them, to argue or come back with some objections against Roland's concerns. But he...God, they were way more alike than Roland had realized. They were both creatures who would rather suffer in silence than cause someone they care about any sort of discomfort or harm. The whole conversation was making the vampire's chest hurt, and form a lump in his throat. He wanted to say so much, to explain himself and take back everything he said--just, pretend he never sent that letter! Pretend this conversation never happened, so that things could go back to how they had been before; the tension, the 'will he/won't he', the flirtatious arguments and teasing. But no, Roland had to go and open his big fat mouth and get all sentimental and self pitying instead.

Seeing Butch step away and grab his hat, Roland felt a panic rise suddenly in his chest. Without thinking, he stopped what he was doing with the food and grabbed ahold of Butch's arm. There was a brief moment of fear in his eyes, a pleading expression cast the blonde's way. It was a sobering split second. Roland's heart knew what it wanted, but it was also holding itself back. He knew immediately that whatever it took, he wanted Butch to stay. He didn't want to lose him...but it was his fault that the other was being pushed away. He was a coward, expecting the other party to take the blame and make the final decision between the two of them while rigging the results that would protect them both, but hurt them in the end...

...And it was his turn to make the first move to fix it. If he wanted to save this relationship, he needed to put forth the effort and fight for it himself. Even if Butch decided in the end that the fight wasn't worth it....Roland had to try. His grip on Butch's arm relaxed, but didn't release. Shamefully, his crimson gaze was cast to the floor.

"...I owe you an apology." He began. "I've been selfish, too. I should have just been honest from the start, instead of sending that stupid note. I...i assumed that you wouldn't want to spend your time with someone...something, like me."

A monster. A bloodthirsty leech. There was a real chance that he could mentally and physically deteriorate over time and become a threat to all the people around him, mortal or otherwise.

Roland swallowed hard, and forced himself to keep going.

"I...I thought you'd rather spend your tomorrow's with someone who would live the same lifespan as you. Time moves differently for me...I came to terms with the fact that I would outlive everyone I grew attached to a while ago. I've seen enough death to be at peace with its inevitably. I just...."

He could feel the warm, wet sting of tears threatening to collect in his eyes. Roland quickly blinked a few times, staring hard at the floor, holding them back. Roland hated how emotional he was being right now. He felt exposed and scared, and undeserving of the cathartic release crying would bring. He was embarrassed that he was getting worked up over a situation that he had put the both of them in, himself.

"...I didn't want to rob you of the chance to have a normal life with someone. Hitting milestones and growing old together. I...I can't give you that. And I felt like, it wouldn't be fair of me to rob you of that chance. So--I thought I would be happy to just, stand next to you while you were still here. That I'd be fine with letting you come and go like everyone else..."

Still staring at the floor, the vampire took a shakey breath in through his nose, and out through his mouth.

"...but you're not, everyone else. And I didn't even think about how mortality could look differently for you, too. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. I was trying to protect you...but I put you in a difficult position instead..."

Roland sniffed, blinking a few times again. God, please don't start crying and make this even more awkward for the both of you. Keep. It. Together.

"It was immature and unfair of me, to make those decisions based on assumptions I made up on my own, without taking your feelings into account. I'm...I'm sorry."

Roland tried for a second to look up at Butch, but immediately regretted it as his eyes started to sting again. He quickly looked away again and tried to laugh it off, finally letting go of his arm and turning his body to go back to finishing up the meal.

"Sorry, that was probably a lot to take in." He sniffed. "I'm not expecting forgiveness right now, either. I think it'd be better if....if we held off on making any hasty decisions when we're both a little um. Emotional."

Butch listens quietly, taking in his words and his experience. He’d had many near death experiences himself but only once had he been presented with that option. He hadn’t taken it for his own reasons, and well—he might have just been lucky in his situation. It sounded like Roland hadn’t been and he felt sympathetic for the lack of choice he really had in the matter. Having to navigate life anew with hardly any guidance, he could imagine.

When the question comes, the implications aren’t lost on him. Still, admittedly it makes him think and he looks down, retracting that hand that had settled upon Roland’s shoulder quickly. “Well, ahah. I’ve lived… this long. I can’t…give ya a concrete answer but, uh…” He stammers. “I’m… I guess I ain’t sure. B-But I’ve still—… got all this goin’ on.” He tells Roland, gesturing to his horns and then his spaded tail. “An’… who knows? Might mean somethin’ different fer me.”

This must have been what he meant by remaining content with the moments they shared. He’d never experienced anything close to immortality, atleast not before he entered that book. Still, he’s not sure how long he has left, how long it will take for this transformation to fully consume him, and shit. It hurts. It makes his chest tight all of a sudden to think of all of that once more. To think that something neither of them could help would get in the way of feelings and ruin any chance there could be for anything to happen.

Defeated, he looks to the floor after a moment of trying to justify it in his mind. “N-No… I guess not. I… I’m sorry. I ain’t tryna be selfish. I just…” He trails off. I want to be happy. I want you to be happy. Those words don’t leave him though, he doesn’t want to guilt Roland or make him feel worse about something that’s already a painful reality. “…It’s fine. Yer right. You, uh… deserve someone who’ll live’s long as you do. I wish I could give ya that. I, ah. Honestly ain’t sure how long I got left… human anyway. M’sure that’d ruin things too, wouldn’t it? I don’ wanna hurt ya anymore than y’prob’ly already are over… all this. I’m sorry. Sorry fer makin’ you… catch feelin’s.” Butch sounds so unsure all of a sudden, it’s not his usual demeanor… and he’s not usually the apologetic type. But all of this? All of this made him feel like he didn’t deserve Roland. The fact that he’s not sure what he is, what his future holds for him, and it’s nice that Roland is being responsible with his emotions but Butch wasn’t like that. He was careless. It was easier to live in the moment, and maybe that was selfish of him. If Roland had been through that heartache before, he didn’t want to put him through it again.

Butch takes a breath in and holds it for a moment before releasing it, a forced laugh escaping him. He wants to reset this dumb feeling inside of him, the tangle of knots where his heart is supposed to be. “Hah… no wonder y’didn’t wanna tell me. I get it, though. I can… handle it. That’s, uh… mighty responsible’f ya an’ I… respect it. Or whatever…” he can’t look at Roland any longer; he takes a few steps back and retrieves his hat from off of the counter. He tried his best not to carry himself the way he feels, to atleast convey some form of confidence so the atmosphere isn’t ruined. But it’s hard. He knew he wouldn’t end up liking the answer.

[harmonysanreads]

In Reca's ideal film, you'd be nothing more than a toy forced to spin at the twirls of a clockwork key ; a spectacle suspended in motion, complete allegiance to his direction, again and again in the palm of his hand. In that perfect shot, you would not rebel, fist against the surface of the screen in a plea to be leg go, no, you'd be easy to control.

“Do not be absurd, my dear! Has a bug chipped away at the film in your head? You would not survive a day away from my camera.”

The friction of his glove as it clasps onto the sinews of your arms clashes against the ricocheting waves of his voice in your ears. Cut! Cut! Cut! You need not return his stare to hear the panic reverberating through his head, just as he needs not respect a fraction of your personal space.

“My thoughts are perfectly lucid, director. I no longer wish to act under your guidance.” you push him back with a finger to his chest and he allows you to, his arms falling to his sides before rising with all the melodrama of a seasoned lunatic.

“What a way to say you wish me dead!” with a sweep, he's beside your stead.

“Have you forgotten your dream, my brightest star?” a brush of his breath against your ear, a firm grasp onto your wrist as it unfolds your hand towards the phantom of your wish, “What happened to that light that brought you to me?”

His presence, annoyingly, is as engulfing as it was the first moment you had the misfortune of meeting his acquaintance. A dwindling candle in a shadowed room, its flicker is too miniscule in comparison to the tenebrous monstrosity extending its talons towards the candle's light.

Contempt is the sole benefactor that keeps it alight, burning for a moment longer. A fruitless effort — rebelling is nothing more than running closer and closer to the dead end.

“It got snuffed out.” you tilt your head towards his pointed stare, in time to bear witness to the contractions of emotions vacillating in his eyes — building up up up before bursting forth in a supernova of laughter. Your feet nearly tangle amongst themselves as you try to move away from the disturbing sight, attempt thwarted by his insistent hand.

Reca's crackles slighter to a burdened sigh, ruby eyes peek from between the crevices of the fingers of his free hand, “And, you allowed it.”

It should be incriminating for a sentence that calm to fizzle your nerves that quickly, “Non.. nonsense! It was you who clearly—”

Your heart jumps as the axis of your vision goes askance, red bleeds and paints the corners of your mind. “I did what?” the sting of his nails sinking into the flesh of your cheeks wakes you, “Come on, you can do it, love. Think. What did I do to you, clearly?”

“You... you made me into who I am today and, I can never even think of standing in front of the camera without your direction.” you heave.

“Brilliant! Just like this! If you continue performing this well, it won't be long before we can step up from these boring scenes and move onto shooting the truly heart-touching moments.” it is debatable whether your legs surrendered on their own or were forced to as the Memokeeper catches you, dragging along your limp form towards his vision.

“And when every scene has been shot, organized and edited to perfection, I'll keep it secure from everyone's grabby hands — for, this film is to be viewed by us alone.”

Hatred is the frailty of the weak, their last act of defiance before they embrace destruction. In Reca's hands, it is nothing more than a misdirection to achieve the most perfect shot, malleable to his whimsies.

[2hightocare]

UNEXPECTED NEWS!

Synopsis: Pregnant with your first child, how do you plan on dropping the news to your husband?

Genre: married au! KUWTB!

Warnings: whole lotta fluff.. cussing, mentions of sex, playful banter, found family… just fucking fluff bye.

a/n: well long awaited drabble.. I honestly adore all of them so much… Jungkook and oc were being extra cutesy (they usually play fighting all the time) in this.. enjoy🤍 ps I’m high as fuck so ignore all mistakes.

ask! KUWTB💌

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Your best friend whispers, Eunbi stares at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

You had been feeling weird these past few days, from your emotions being all over the place to throwing up whenever you ate something. Jungkook was worried about what was wrong, but you just told him that you were on your period, which was a lie since you hadn’t had it in some time now.

So, here you are, sitting against the wall in the bathroom of Eunbi’s house with a positive pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m going to be an auntie!” Eunbi dances in front of you, her blonde hair coming undone from her bun.

“Oh my god, I’m pregnant.” It finally clicks in your brain that a small human is forming in your belly at this very moment, tears start streaming down your face.

You and Jungkook have been married for five years now. When you first got married, you both said you would enjoy your marriage and have fun. And that’s exactly what you did; you traveled a lot, went out to parties until five in the morning, did spontaneous stuff all the time.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eunbi rushes to your side, kneeling down in front of you, lifting your face up. “Are these happy tears or sad tears?” She asks, her thumbs wiping your tears away, ruining your makeup.

“Both.” You sniffle, your eyes finally meeting her hazel eyes.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eunbi asks slowly, trying to read your expression.

Eunbi has been your best friend since college days; she was your dorm roommate. You both majored in the same thing, meaning you guys had almost every class together.

“It’s just that..” you pout, as the tears continue to fall.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy. But Kook and I haven’t talked about having a baby anytime soon. I don’t know how he’ll react.” You explain, as Eunbi only nods her head.

“Y/n, that man loves you so much, it’s even absurd what he would do for you. Knowing him, he would literally jump off a cliff for you. I don’t think he’ll react badly, but if he does, I’ll have the guys throw him off the cliff. Anyways, he loves you a lot with a baby or without a baby.” Eunbi says, helping you stand up before hugging.

“How do you think I should tell him?” You sniffle, as Eunbi chuckles, letting go of you.

“Pregnancy reveal plan in the making!” Eunbi says.

“And can we get out of here, this is where Yoongi takes his shits, it kinda smells bad,” Eunbi scrambles to the door, which has you laughing, following her lead out of the bathroom.

…

It’s been two days since you found out you were pregnant, but you haven’t told Jungkook anything yet. Eunbi and you planned a way of telling him the day you found out, so here you are, nervous as hell in Jungkook's car, trying to calm your nerves.

After a couple of minutes, you step out of the car with your shoulder bag and some shopping bags. You lock the car behind you and make your way to the main door.

“Hi baby, how did it go?” Your husband greets you the minute you walk in from the couch. “What did you buy?” Jungkook pauses the show he was just watching, putting all his attention on you, making grabby hands for you to go to him.

“Want a haul?” You giggle, making your way to him who pats his lap for you to sit on, which you do after dropping the bags beside him.

“Better have used my card,” he gives you a glare which you only roll your eyes playfully, reaching for your Prada bag before pulling out his black card and handing it to him. “Keep it, you use it more than me,” waves you off, giving your neck a wet kiss.

“Did the girls not go? I was on the phone with Taehyung, and he said Ari was making dinner.” Jungkook gives your thigh a squeeze, helping you adjust in his lap. “Ari said she was really busy with work, and Lora was taking care of Jiho since Jin is working.” You explain, running your fingers through his messy curls.

“You went by yourself? I could’ve gone with you, baby.” Jungkook pouts at you, which you shake your head with a smile. “Eunbi went with me, plus you had work,” You squeeze his cheeks.

“Tsk, I missed you,” He smiles, pulling your face closer to his before connecting his lips to yours. Your eyes immediately flutter closed, mirroring his smile against your lips.

“I have to show you something.” You bring up, your stomach doing a turn. “Show me,” He smiles, patting your thigh, before you climb off his lap, reaching for the shopping bags.

“Are you going to give me a haul?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you, which you only wink back as a response.

“So, I got a lot of makeup,” you say, showing him every product you got, which he listened to carefully even though he had no clue what half of the stuff you bought is used for. “I got us these, so we can all match,” you pull out the biggest Nike shoe box first, passing it to your husband.

“These are sick as fuck,” Jungkook holds up the black and white high tops. “Let me see yours.” He motions to the other box in the bag; you hand him your shoe box. Instead of high tops, they’re low instead.

“Super cute, they match your outfit right now,” He says about your pink long sleeve bodysuit. “They do, don't they,” You say, cracking your fingers nervously to show him the much smaller box in the bag.

“Oh, who’s this one for?” Jungkook reached for the small box, opening it to be met with tiny matching shoes. “Are these for Jiho? I don’t think they would fit him,” Your husband brings up the only child in the family as he holds the tiny shoe in his palm.

“They’re not for Jiho..” You nervously say, as you dig into your bag, pulling out the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Jungkook's mouth hangs open as he stares at your teary eyes. You shake your head, tears start falling down your eyes watching your husband that’s stuck in place with wide eyes.

“I’m going to pass out, baby, are you serious?” Jungkook's face scrunches up as tears fill his eyes, “baby, you’re pregnant?” He drops the shoes and moves closer to you, his hands holding your face waiting for you to say something.

“Yes, I’m pregnant,” You sniffle with a smile, reaching to wipe your husband's tears. Before you know it, he jumps up, fist bumps the air, and starts screaming.

“Fuck yes!” He shouts to the air as he runs around the house as you burst out laughing, “I’m going to be a dad, oh my fucking god!” He runs back to pick you up from the carpet, smashing his lips on yours, spinning around.

“You’re going to be a mommy, you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” Jungkook says between each kiss he leaves all over your face, making you giggle. You felt stupid for even worrying in the first place how he would react.

“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Jungkook sets you down, “Baby, it’s been two days since I found out,” You say,

“You knew for two days and you didn’t tell me?” He gasps dramatically, “I was thinking about how to tell you,” you reassure him, which he only nods, giving you a big fat kiss.

“Do you think it’s too soon to buy his crib right now?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically.

“Jeon..” you give him a look, “yes it’s too early and don’t call it ‘he,’ we don’t know what it might be,” you say, before getting on your tiptoes, leaving a kiss on his lips, leaving him in the living room making your way to the kitchen.

“You just called him and ‘it,’ that's so much worse!” Jungkook argues, following behind you.

…

“Your handwriting is shit, to say the least,” you say as your husband writes on the small index card. “You have a way to flirt with me, baby, thank you so much, I love you too,” he says as he glares up at you before returning to writing on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll open the cookies?” You pop your hip out, watching your husband. “You know they only come to our house for the cookies, right? They don’t give a fuck about us,” Jungkook bites a laugh as you pout. “Well, now I don’t want to tell them shit,” you joke, staring at the words on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll understand that? They’re a little slow,” Jungkook wraps his hand over your shoulder, messing up your perfectly curled hair. “Um, they'll figure it out, they got a Joonie to help them,” you shrug before stealing a cookie from the packet and running off.

“I’m so hungry,” Lora says, her hand on her stomach as if that would silence the growling happening inside.

“There are cookies on the counter,” you point to the kitchen, which Jungkook smirks at you.

With that, everyone stands up, dashing to the kitchen, acting like they never had a cookie in their life. You truly had no idea how all of you became obsessed with chocolate chip cookies; all of your guys' houses have a bunch of packages lying everywhere to eat. It was common and normal for all of you; for others, it might seem bizarre seeing grown adults fight over cookies.

“I swear cookies taste so much better in Kook's house,” Jimin rants as he watches Hoseok open the bag, stopping in his tracks as he reads the note. Lora and Ari try reaching in for a cookie, completely ignoring the note but getting swatted away by Namjoon.

“Y/n is pregnant!” Namjoon shouts, which sends everyone's mouths hanging open. “You’re fucking joking!” Seokjin gasps as he runs towards you and Jungkook, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Oh my god, they really got down to business,” Taehyung says, getting a swat from Lora who’s glaring at him before pointing her eyes at Jiho beside her. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get the note?” Jimin says as he reads the card, as everyone congratulates and hugs you and Jungkook.

“Eat up, mommy Y/n doesn’t want to be the only one with a belly, love baby!” Jimin reads the card, holding it up in the air after he’s done reading it.

“I told you someone was not going to know what it meant,” Jungkook whispers into your ear, only for you to hear, which makes you chuckle under your breath.

“You’re just mad I had to explain it to you,” you whisper back, which gets you a kiss on your cheek.