#he didnt plan for it either he just realized he had no choice

[dgnrtshunch]

Ever since bridon ep 1 came out I've really been thinking about that first scene and the hour timeskip where Lu Guang is bleeding (presumably from a bullet wound from vein) afterwards and struggling to stand up. Cause like, was he about to die?

I think it makes a lot more sense for him to completely abandon all his previously set up morals if he's actively bleeding out, knowing he has to go back immediately because he'll die if he waits to act any longer.

It's also just a lot more desperate of a situation and. honestly. it's spicier for the angst potential. I love Lu Guang needing to fear for his own life right after losing his two best friends.

I know this mighttttt not fit in with the newest nightmare he had in ep 4 which was so heavy survivors guilt coded it made me want to hurl but. I don't trust Lu Guang. Or whatever the fuck goes on in his mind. And nightmares don't necessarily need to be accurate they just need to be scary (def succeeding in that btw tone it the FUCK down.)

Although, considering the sirens near the end of that clip where he goes back, maybe he thought he might be saved and was scared by the possibility that he could survive? Maybe the hypothetical that he might've survived everything when the others didn't is what's haunting him. Or maybe the dream just manifested like that because he was both the last of them to die and also Cheng Xiaoshi literally gave his life to protect Lu Guang's.

There's a lot of ways I can spin this and none of them are good, I just really like the idea of him being like welp my friends are dead I'm gonna die fuck it destroys the universe.

[nmakii]

Hi! I'm not the one that requested no one is better than I am.... BUT I loved it so much! I was wondering if you could make a part two say maybe the person we ran away with turns out to be abuse or something like that and we're kinda like 'I fucked up' and realize maybe running wasn't such a good idea.... Anyway you can add your own little twist and you can ignore this if you wish <3

- rose anon 🌹

AND I KNEW YOU’D COME BACK TO ME.

— this relationship wasn’t meant to last long. all is forgiven though. alastor will forgive you.

— tangled reimagined 😮‍💨 didnt even realize it until i finished writing HAHAHAHAHA

a month later, the honeymoon period had died out. to be fair, you hadn’t exactly made a plan…crashing at a motel on the edge of mississippi, not exactly what you had in mind.

living off the scraps of what you took, pawning off your belongings. oh, this was not ideal at all. and, how your lover got when he was angry; he’d bruise your arm from gripping way too tightly whenever you didn’t get enough money. how you started to miss alastor, it’s true what they say— you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

if you were able to run once, perhaps you could just one more time? he is not as smart as alastor, you should be able to get away easily in the night.

yes, you should. after trading away many of your items, all you have left is but a satchel worth of dresses. new orleans is not particularly far with a car either.

and so, a familiar memory of running away at the dead of night. only now, it is you returning to alastor, just like he knew you would.

when you returned home, it was 2 AM. the house was just as it was when you left, albeit quite dusty now without your care.

you dropped your satchel on the dining table, just as you left it. it’s almost as if your home was abandoned when you left.

in the bedroom, your husband, sleeping peacefully— an arm clinging to your side of the bed, as if holding onto what little scent of you there was left.

when you opened the bathroom door, a silk nightgown was hung, simply waiting to be worn.

after you had changed, you sat back on your bed, the familiar smell of home coming back to you. as you laid in bed, you found yourself facing alastor.

your hands moved to bring him closer, the warm touch waking him scarily quick. “my love, you’ve returned.” he smiled, bringing you close.

your muscles tensed at the pet name, frightening reminders of the last month coming back. “hey, calm down, dear. i’m not mad.” he reassured you, awfully calmly at that. “running away; it was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

you nodded as you relaxed under his touch. “he was awful… im sorry, alastor…” you frowned. “oh, darling, i told you, didn’t i? no matter, all is forgiven.” he cooed, brushing your hair gently with his nimble fingers. “i’ll protect you from all that is bad in this world. no evil will meet you as long as i live. all i ask… is that you stay here, with me, forever— take care of our house, cook dinner, and perhaps even care for our little ones in the future?” he rambled on, a wide smile upon his face as he thinks of your future together. “ah, i’m rambling, we can discuss that in the future. in the meantime, could you do that, dear?” he asked, offering it to you as if you had a choice.

you nodded, not even looking at alastor. “good. i love you very much, don’t you know that, my dear? all i want is for you to be safe.” he told you. “…i” you started, thinking carefully of your words. “i love you too, alastor…” you said.

did you truly love him? of course you did. he took you back after you betrayed his trust, he’s a wonderful husband.

the moment the words fell from your sweet lips, a wide smile found its way onto alastor’s face. a kiss pressed upon your forehead.

his little doe finally returned his affections. it’s only a shame of his that he had to hurt your delicate heart first.

why would a single man be in a luxury store? oh, words cannot describe how thankful alastor is for your foolish naivety.

word on the street, that eugene was quite the heartbreaker. not to mention, that criminal record of his.

convincing him to go through with it wasn’t hard either. seeing a new toy that knows nothing of his record, he was more than eager to play with you. all it took was a bit of cash for him to keep up the sweetheart act.

and now that his doe was home, there’s no use for trash like that man in this world. the bruises on your arm, they were not what was intended.

all he asked was a simple grab, but it seems he got carried away, that piece of garbage.

as alastor forcefully swallowed his anger, he held you close, massaging the bruises on your wrist. “rest well, darling. you’ve been through a lot this past month.” he cooed, slowly lulling you to sleep.

oh, how excited he is that his little doe is home. to celebrate, we need a special meal, don’t we? say, there is a rare meat that alastor has been dying to try.

[arson-09]

Acowar Review✨✨ sjm needs to pay for my therapy✨✨

Its not as infuriating as acomaf but its still… bad.

Point 1: the court of ignorance and dumbassery

Lets cut to the chase. why the FUCK didnt feyre read Tamlin and Luciens minds at ANYPOINT while she was doin her hot girl shit of taking the spring court down??? huh sjm??? why is your fmc only powerful when convenient. So much could have been cut down. Acowar was way too long.

The whole destroying of the spring court didnt even make that much sense. Im all for a girlie getting back at the people who wronged her but feyre ended up hurting a lot of innocent people in the process. Feyre even tries to ignore the consequences of her actions. She had to invade peoples minds and manipulate people to get them to turn against tamlin and all this could have been avoided if she read his damn mind and learned he was a double agent. Lucien even hinted towards it

Part One: Princess of Carrion »

Chapter Six

None. It was either go to war with the Night Court and Hybern, or ally with Hybern, let them try to stir up trouble, and then use that alliance to our own advantage further down the road." "What do you mean," I breathed. But Lucien realized what he'd said, and hedged, "We have enemies in every court. Having Hybern's alliance will make them think twice." Liar. Trained, clever liar.

If feyre is supposed to be so smart, and she did pick up on this, why didnt she do anything? This is so frustrating.

Then once she leaves the spring court i found myself frankly not caring. Acomaf hadnt given me enough to care about the inner circle so i didnt and sjm cant make me like rhysand. which i have so many gripes but for word counts sake let me name my main ones

Point 2: Sarah Janet Maas and her shitty love interests

the ignoring rhysand sexual assault of feyre and EXCUSING it and his little habit of not telling his court things

Part Two: Cursebreaker »

Chapter Twelve

Was it going on before you even left?" I whipped my head to him, even if I could barely make out his features in the dark. "I never touched Rhysand like that until months later." "You kissed Under the Mountain." "I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing." "And yet this is the male you now love." He didn't know-he had no inkling of the personal history, the secrets, that had opened my heart to the High Lord of the Night Court. They were not my stories to tell

here we have sjm acknowledging that yeah, rhysand Sexually Assaulted Feyre UtM in Acotar. Without her consent he dressed her inappropriately (which she was uncomfortable with) had her dance provocatively in his lap, kissed her, and made her drink alcohol so she wouldn't remember the details all without her consent. Yet Sjm is going “its fine” now and feyre herself going “you just dont get it…” ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Now see if sjm actually planned for rhysand to become the love interest why didnt she just avoid all this by having Amarantha make rhysand do this to feyre? Because that would have solved some issues but no. Because Rhysand did all this of his own free will in acotar. He actively chose to do this to feyre. To humiliate her and anger Tamlin because rhysand is obsessed with Tamlin.

Rhysand also loves to not tell his own court things. I was and still am very angry over him not telling Mor, Azriel, Cassien and at the very least his Wife about his plan with the court of nightmares. Just why.

Mors anger towards Nesta also makes no sense. sjm stop writing girl on girl hate challenge impossible

Point three: That one toy story scene “I dont wanna play with you anymore!”

Now tamlin. Tamlin tamlin tamlin im so sorry love for what sjm has done to you. If i start ill never stop. What Tamlin said to feyre and rhysand at the high lords meeting was out of pocket but he also wasnt wrong about some things. Also from established character these actions make no sense and his actions havent made sense since acomaf because sjm threw him and his character away to play with shadow daddy and bad morals. But she also cant commit to making a character of hers actually evil so tamlin saves the whole day by bringing the autumn court to fight and saving rhysand life. Tamlin has redeemed himself by sjm standards but she then wrote the holiday novel which i have read and detested.

Overall the plot was fine. i guess. it probably looked better when compared to the characters.

Sjm learn to redeem characters outside of “ooh they were abused and have trauma so everything they do is okay” for guys and “she fell in love/had sex with the most PERFECT MALE TO EVER MASCULINE.” its boring and flat. Also i know what happens in Acosf (i will not be reading that ty) so wtf happened to Nesta bro. she got the tamlin treatment. boooo 👎

to end off heres some of my favorite highlights from acowar 50%+ thru the book.

[storytellermp3]

GORETOBER DAY 1

prompt: gutspilled

pairing: ren hana x reader

tw: gore & violence obviously

a/n: happy october enjoy ren clawing your guts out

fear surged through your body as you made eye contact with the man in front of you. his eyes were so… animalistic. his pupils were dialed and he was staring you down as if you were his next meal.

ren hana. a man you met only a few days ago. he seemed so sweet at the time. just another guy at a bar. someone you thought you could chat with and then go home and forget about. now you knew youd never forget about him, if you lived to remember anything anyways, that is.

ren stalked up to you. he moved so slowly. it felt like an eternity and the whole time he didnt say a word, just stared at you with those big eyes. you hated that he looked at you like that. like you were nothing but meat. but i guess you were just meat to him. hed tried to make you more than that, in his own sick way, but you squandered that opportunity. you almost regretted your decision now. at least if you had let him keep you as some sort of pet then he wouldn’t be starting at you like this now.

something told you you wouldn’t have much more time to ponder your choices.

rens fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. giving you a good look at his long nails. claws really. was that his plan? did he seriously plan to use his bare hands to kill you? it seemed cruel even for him.

you opened your mouth to talk, but it seemed you waited to long to try to reason with him.

ren pounced on you. you yelped, trying desperately to move out of the way or defend yourself but it was no use. youd been tied up since he realized shocking you with that stupid collar wouldn’t work to deter your attempts to fight back.

it didnt hurt at first. you felt his claws digging into you but it wasnt any more painful than anything else youd endured already. but then he started slashing.

he was ripping through your skin like it was nothing. it was nothing to him. you were just meat afterall. it was just the top layer of skin at first, blood started pouring out and you thought maybe thats all it would be. but he just kept going.

you were screaming at this point. crying begging, anything to get him to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. he was either very good at pretending not to hear you or he really was in such an animalistic state that he just didnt care or understand. probably the former.

ren didnt stop. he didnt stop no matter how much you begged, no matter how much you bled, he kept going. skin, fat, muscle, all of it he clawed through like it was nothing. you felt every rip and every tear. and even as your guts spilled onto the floor beneath you ren continued. it was like he was determined to slice you in too.

you wouldn’t be alive long enough to see him really slice you in half. but the sight of your own guts spilling out of your body was a different kind of horror. and in your last conscious moments, you hope that whatever happened after death, you could be granted with the ability to forget this. all of this.

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hiii i love ur writing so i have a request for tommy shelby but its kinda weird so feel free to ignore it so this is how it goese

Readrer and tommy are childhood friends and he always loved her but didnt tell her andd one day the reader gets with someone and they do the deed and tommy finds out and also he kinda like brags it to tommy so he gets angry and either kills him or hurt him badly and when she finds out shes like super angry n screaming cursing like full angst but then a happy ending after a few years or anything basically ill leave it up to u

Thank you

Love

Hey Anon,

Thank you for this cute request. I really tried for angsty but may have failed slightly. Hope you still enjoy it and thank you for waiting so so so long. <3

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, happy ending, descriptions of panic

Tommy was sure that his life was comprised of inconvenient moments. He was born early, setting the rest of his life off balance. Everything happened a few moments too late or too soon. He was used to struggling enough as it was but this bad luck weighed heavily on his shoulders today.

The current moment he was caught on, was you getting stuck on the opposite side of the city, making you miss his train departing for the war. The exact moment he was going to kiss you and tell you to wait for him. A situation that could have been completely avoided if he’d just listened to Arthur and asked you out ages ago. 

He’d had to wait for your letter that was delivered wrongly three times before finally finding him. His annoyance was buried under the relief he felt knowing you’d not stood him up. Just got tangled up in his bad luck. He had a moment where he was tempted to write back. Confess everything. The thought that he’d not be able to see you react prevented him from writing anything of meaning. What if he wrote you something soul-baring and it destroyed his only friendship outside his family? In person he could be casual and see if you showed interest, then he could proceed to the soul-baring nonsense. 

He just had to make it out of this alive. 

Getting home he almost regretted that choice. He was broken, and you were hardened by the hardship of running things with Pol, but still very much intact. 

Your eyes and bright smile seemed to follow him everywhere. So much of himself had sunk away. The realization that if he took you, he’d have to share you with his ominous bad luck. A belief that was only further reinforced by the obvious interactions with his family. No matter how much he tried. Someone always needed you or wanted in on the conversation. 

Feeling defeated and jaded he got lost in his plans to push the business, something he thought was productive till it created a larger rift in the family. A divide you’d not chosen a side for yet. 

Just when things had really spun out of control a large sum of inventory fell into his lap. One of great importance to the government. 

All that running around and yet he still noticed the way you left work that evening, hair and makeup done. Fancy dress. Everything for someone else. 

He rarely had feelings anymore, but when he watched you greet him on the sidewalk a sharp pain emerged in his chest. One that he hoped would grow to consume him whole before sending him to the grave. 

But he was granted no such luck. 

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Three days and you’d been off in your own thoughts, thoughts about someone else when all he could do was think about you. 

“Alright, Tom?” You’d asked putting the kettle on. 

“Fine.” He answered in an even tone before pulling out a cigarette. 

“Things between us-” Your words grabbed his interest just as John came through the kitchen entry. 

“Got a lot of folks down there, help Pol.” He asked you easily before moving to take your spot at the stove. You gave him a look. He had no idea what it meant but he felt stupid thinking it was anything at all. You hurried down the stairs. 

“What’s that about?” John asked pouring the hot water into the worn tea pot.  

“I’d know if you didn't interrupt her.”

“Don’t like that new fella of hers,” John said ignoring him. 

“Why?” Tommy hoped there would be a valid reason. Something he could save you from before stealing you away. 

“He’s not you.” John laughed. “If I knew you were going to leave her up for grabs, I would have snagged her ages ago.” 

Tommy didn't have the energy to respond. He only picked up the newspaper and went back to sulking. 

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The day ended in the Garrison. Some Irish broad decided to sing a song meaning it was his time to leave before he burnt the place down. Getting up from the nook he gave John a nod and they both moved outside. 

“What a bunch o’ whining,” John muttered pulling out a cigarette, Tommy did the same. They both stood there enjoying the cold air when he noticed a few men approaching from further up the alleyway.

“Shelby!” One of the men called out. He was clearly high on liquid courage as his voice slurred. Tommy turned in his direction catching the look of enjoyment on John’s face. 

The men continued shouting till they finally came out of the shadows. The tallest man was unmistakable and for once he was more excited for a fight than John was. 

“What you on about?” John asked flicking his cigarette at them. 

“Slept with your sweetie! Billy Kimber sends his regards.” The men began laughing and Tommy felt a small flicker of something growing in his chest. 

It didn’t take much from him and John before the men were badly bloodied. 

“You leave what’s mine alone. Now give my regards to Mr. Kimber.” He spat on them as John pulled him back, looking down at them he wondered if they were dead. 

He on the other hand felt very much alive. A momentary sense of victory washed over him and let out a breath he’d been holding for what felt like years. 

They enjoyed the cold walk back to the flat, his mind on high alert thinking of all the possible outcomes that could be around the corned. Seeing you sitting with Polly at the kitchen table made everything in his head fall silent. 

He’d slept with her because of him. 

You and Pol sprung into a million questions. He thought about telling you but decided to descend the stairs up to his room. 

“Tom” John’s voice called out from the landing and he looked down at him over the railing. He made a bunch of gestures that translated to something along the lines of  “This is your shot with her - stop fucking it up.”

“Later.” He said quietly before continuing up the stairs. He needed to think of a plan. 

Kimber was already all over them, Campbell right behind him. Then there was the Lee family. Finally, the mob boss of all the problems, how angry you were going to be when you found out. 

He sat there on the bed, the pain from the hits he’d not avoided starting to sink in. 

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Reader POV 

You were conflicted about Tommy. Well, you were always conflicted about Tommy these days. You were overwhelmed with joy and felt sure that he’d not waste any time with you once he’d gotten home. 

You gave him a timeline in your mind. If he didn't ask you out within the first month of being back you’d move on. 

Easier said than done. Especially when he and John come home looking like they’d just slaughtered a bunch of pigs. All for the mystery business Tom was conducting behind your back. 

You sighed and said good night to Pol before walking home. You were waiting for one of the boys to do it, but that didn't look likely. You were about to tie your jacket when Arthur came downstairs. 

“Walk you home, love.” He said while opening the front door. 

“Thanks.” You said before following him out into the darkness. You rarely spent alone time with the eldest Shelby and wondered what you would talk about. You set out down the street wishing you’d brought an extra sweater. 

“Now, I know you're probably mad about what went down. But there's a few things you gotta understand ‘bout Thomas.” 

“Oh?” You didn't know what he was going off about but decided to play along. 

“He means well, just gets all twisted up inside his big head. Wants to get the family out of this” He waved his hand around, gesturing to the heaps of garbage spilling out of a dumpster in the alley they were passing. “ I don't think he wants to bring you any closer to himself in case you get hurt in the process.”

“Look while all of you were gone I was in the line of fire more than anyone ‘round here. I can handle myself” You growled tired of always being brushed off and looked down on. Amusement flashed in Arthur's eyes but he knew better than to let it reach his face. 

“I know love, I’m just telling you he loves you he’s just at war with him self -” 

“He loves me?” You stopped in your tracks and turned to Arthur. His face flushed obviously realizing he’d said too much. 

“We’ll I - I thought that was a bit obvious - ya know” He shrugged while looking up at the sky awkwardly looking for the right words to fix things. “Why else would he do that?” 

“Do what? Be distant and miserable?”

“Well yeah, that’s what it's like for us blokes” He shook his head “No, I mean he almost killed that bloke for ya. Working for Kimber this whole time, John said it was a blood bath - Havent had to pull him off someone like that in - well, possibly ever.” 

Your stomach knotted up painfully and you looked at Arthur in disbelief. 

“Don’t beat yourself up lamb, men are truly awful creatures if not tamed by the right crowd -” Arthur trailed off but you stopped listening. That bastard - he lied - or is Tommy lying? 

No way he was working for Kimber - this was just Tommy, trying to get his way the only way he knew how. You felt the anger bubble up inside you. 

“I’m going to kill him,” You said breathlessly as hot rage started to spill over the edges of your mind. 

“Ah Women -” You slapped Arthur’s arm before turning and running back towards the apartment. You threw the door open and ascended the stairs. Polly stepped out of her bedroom looking startled in her nightgown. 

“What the -” She started but her voice was drowned out by the blood pounding in your ears. You opened his door and saw him perched on the side of his bed. He’d changed and cleaned himself up, his face looking at you with a concerned expression. 

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER-” You shouted and something heavy dislodged itself from your chest causing a long stream of abuse to fall out of your mouth.. You hated how well he took it. Sitting there, watching you patiently on his bed with an unamused expression. It drove you insane, the way his eyes followed you. You’d kicked off your shoes and thrown them in his direction. 

“You can’t just make up stories and beat people up because your too cowardly to do the right thing. If you liked me then you should have loved me. Been kind to me, been there for me. Instead you just - you just - act like a fucking monster all the time -” You’d been throwing things around the room a large vase smashed at your feet.

“You don’t love me and he doesn't work for Kimber.” You said finally, looking down at the glass surrounding your sock-covered feet. Slight miscalculation. Your eyes were filled with tears and despite wanting to shout a thousand more curses at him, your throat had closed up tightly. 

He stood up and moved towards you. His hands picked you up by the arms and you were too startled by his calm nature to do anything other than let him move you. He placed you on top of his bed, you looked down at him only slightly taller than him with the bed under you. 

He pinched your jaw and looked you dead in the eye. 

“I do love you.” He said firmly and you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his wide eyes. Filled with things you hadn't seen in so many years. 

“This is my fault, you understand? I should have told you long before you fell into his grip. My fault - so I’ll apologize.” You watched him carefully. “I’m sorry.” His voice was low and his breath brushed across your face. 

You were too consumed with his close proximity to feel the full weight of his words. His eyes held you in a way that made you know you were seen. You had all of his attention. 

“I want proof.” You murmured under direct order from the one part of your brain that was still functioning. He put the final nail in the coffin when he gave you a small crooked smile. 

“Then I’ll get you proof.” He said back, amusement plain on his face. With your jaw still trapped between his fingers you felt him press his lips to yours. There was a starving neediness that had been weighing on you both for so many years. No amount of kissing or passion could possibly satisfy the feelings inside of you. You grabbed for him and held him as close to you as possible. All that anger only intensified the heat that was radiating through your body. 

He pulled away from you and your fingers started to work open the top button of his shirt. His hand grabbed both of yours and his eyes caught yours again. 

“Stay here, alright. Wait for me, for the last time eh?” 

“Why?” 

“Going to go get your proof.” He moved away from you and you stepped off the bed. “Stay.” He motioned to the bed. “Lots is going to happen tonight. But I need you to run things tomorrow with Pol. Keep the place a float.” 

“Alright, when will you be back?” You started to get angry again at his secret keeping. 

“To try and sort things between Kimber, then hopefully deal with Campbell. Won’t be gone long - Keep the place safe, take the gun in the drawer. Keep it on you at all times.” 

You nodded at him then watched the back of him walk away like so many times before. Something settled in your bones. 

The next three days it was like in the war, back up at all times waiting for something to happen. But on the third night, he finally came back to you. The door opened and you saw him move into the small bathroom to clean himself off. 

He pushed you across the bed and climbed in beside you. You looked as he handed you a piece of folded paper. There were bloody fingerprints soaked into the paper making you wish you had a hanker chief to cover your fingers. 

Opening it you could tell it was a pay stub made out to that idiot, signed by none other than Billy Kimber. Your stomach twisted painfully, and you wished you had a mother to tell. Someone that knew the embarrassment and shame, someone to tell you how to carry it. You wished this could have been some normal heartbreak where you can push it down and never speak of it again, but here it was on display. 

“Oh.” You whispered not knowing what else to do. 

“There’s your proof.” He said a faint sound of victory in his tired tone. His reaction made you angry all over again, but before you could lay into him about thinking this was funny he put his arms around you pulling you against his chest. “Finally fucking won one.” He let out a long breath. 

“What do you mean?” You whispered. They won the war, won various street fights, they’d really rarely lost. 

“Been trying to ask you since we were 12.” He mumbled placing a kiss to your neck that made your heart flutter. You let out a small laugh. “Now I won’t have another day where I'm not beside you. No war, no work here you don't know about or can't handle. Nothing between us.” His words warmed your heart, and years of pain fell from his features. He sounded like your best friend again, filled with dreams and wonder. 

“Except clothes.” You said in a coy tone. His eyes opened and he took no time manhandling you causing a much-needed loud laugh to escape from your chest.

[bisexuallsokka]

ok hello i have found that i have no choice but to introduce you to my "divorced zukka but slightly to the left" headcanon for a modern au. basically, a pre-transitioned zuko and sokka have a one night stand at the end of their senior year of high school, and never speak again. roughly six years later, sokka is starting his job at an elementary school (not a classroom teacher, like technology or something) and meets izumi, who is so sweet and cute and i swear thats the face katara makes when she's annoyed, and one day happens to see her dad pick up and huh he looks and AWFUL lot like that person i went to high school with and OH GOD some quick math brings an idea to mind.

So sokka attempts to confront zuko who is very much NOPE DO NOT TALK TO ME, but finally breaks down after a series of shenanigans that def do not involve mild stalking. but only to admit that yes, izumi is sokka's biological daughter, and would like to leave their interactions at that, except sokka has NO interest in SIMPLY leaving it at that because!!! he has a kid!!! that he knew nothing about!!! for six years!!!

zuko very much would like to continue living his life without sokka bc being a single young parent is hard enough but he has a good routine and good relationship with his daughter and he doesnt need this, this, SPERM DONOR to just come in here and mess everything up! the guy hasnt been there the last six years, there is absolutely no reason for his to get involved now!! BUT sokka absolutely would have been there if zuko had only TOLD HIM, but how was ZUKO supposed to know that, and did zuko really think so little of him?? except it was a one night stand and zuko didnt even realize he was a boy until right after and he originally wasnt even planning to keep izumi, and HOW could he have just given up their CHILD without ever even telling sokka about her and given him a CHANCE to take her, and WE WERE JUST KIDS AND HE WAS SCARED-

its complicated. and involves a lot of trying not to shout around izumi, who is just over the moon that her dad and her favorite teacher know each other outside of school. and there's a lot of heartache over sokka having to come to terms with the fact that yeah, hes not izumis parent, and there's only so much he can do without stepping on zuko's toes, and he only wants what is best for izumi, and zuko seeing that maybe sokka really does want to be all in for izumi even if zuko thinks sokka really doesnt fully understand what that means, and would it be such a bad thing? not that either of them are going to admit this to the other.

so it starts with small things, like sokka being allowed to pay child support (which hes been begging to do since day one), and maybe it turns out that zukos new coworker is sokkas friend and they end up at the same party where they can really see each other interact with izumi, and a chunk zuko's summer child care plans for the summer fall apart so sokka offers to babysit since his summer job is remote which feels BIG but also reallyyyyy too convenient to reject,

and then something bigger happens where izumi gets hurt at school and while sokka is blaming himself he's also panicking bc the hospital wont let him stay with her bc hes not an emergency contact so he steels himself and later tells zuko he wants to make his relationship to izumi legal. hes not going to have a custody fight, he would never ask for that, but he wants his name on her birth certificate and wants his name on her list of emergency contacts, and its the first time zuko understand that sokka 100% knows what he's getting into here and is willing to be in this 100%.

So maybe sokka moves into this "uncle sokka" role, because zuko still refuses to tell izumi that sokka is her other dad, and yeah that hurts, but sokka would rather have part of izumi's life if he can't have all of it. and sokka gets a better look inside their lives and discovers that its HARD being a young single parent, why would zuko have risked everything he worked for to mix in some guy he barely knew who might decide that zuko wasn't good enough and take izumi away? and zuko sees the pain sokka has from missing out on so many key moments of izumi's young life, and the more sokka is proving himself as a second parent, the more guilty zuko feels. they go through some shit together and its more and more evident that sokka doesnt just want to be that fun uncle, but he's ready more than willing to be a PARENT even when it means being the bad guy.

and maybe they start falling for each other a little, because they are starting to have this LIFE together and its not just about izumi anymore its the way zuko rolls his eyes and gets the new fancy ice pack out of the freezer when a limping sokka brings izumi back from the park, and its the way sokka makes zuko genuinely laugh after a long day at work, and its like their lives are getting fully intertwined-

except that they arent. and they couldn't. because if sokka decides its too much. because if zukos good favor runs out. if it didnt work out between them. they couldnt do that to izumi. what they have is good, its fine, (even if its not enough) they dont want to risk anything that could disrupt izumi's life. shes the priority. and sure, she's already asking questions about the two of them, but what if they don't work right in a real relationship? the way things are now, either of them could back out, and everyone would eventually be ok. maybe. except every time they think about the possibility, it seems like they are already too intertwined, and either of them trying to untangle would just be a disaster, so imagine if they HAD to untangle, and-

so they just end up in an awkward stage of sad pining. because theres no way it would actually work out. because it would hurt all of them. and their life has never been better, but it's never hurt this much either.

ok so i didnt realize i could still write this long in an ask, but essentially i am not a masochist like you, and they do figure it out in the end. this could happen a number of ways, such as izumi just announcing that yeah this is my dad and his boyfriend, or zukka doing the "pining make outs that we never talk about until one of us snaps and we decide to let ourselves be fucking happy", or a very funny "we both snap and bone for one wonderful night to get it out of our system and then we dont talk about it" which leads to an accidental second baby where sokka and zuko both laugh and say whelp it must be fate lets do this the right way this time.

the most important thing is that they both forget to tell izumi that sokka is her biological father, so teenage izumi is very shocked and upset that shes just had to learn this from something totally mundane like applying for a passport, and sokka and zuko do the spider man finger pointing of "i thought you told her" "no, you were supposed to tell her" "did we really not tell her?" and its absolutely disgusting how cute they are

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

i love every single thing about this! sokka wanting to be a part of izumi's life and help zuko out....zuko being reluctant to accept but eventually seeing how sokka is proving himself.....the limbo period where they are both afraid it could end any moment....TOO GOOD! i love every single option for how they could get together for real like this is my favorite take on modern au divorced zukka by far!!!! <3 <3

[writing-havoc]

could you do Tolya Yul-Bataar x fem!reader

you were going to gala, you felt bit nervous as you walks around and you bump to someone and it was Tolya, he hold your waist to be careful, you apologize, you two look each other, he asked to take you for walk, you two talk about his homeland, you really like to know him more *fluffiness*

(hope you will write it, thanks and have a good day)

The Gala

♡ Summary: Tolya catches you before you fall at a gala, and offers to take you on a walk to calm your nerves. You find he's a rather interesting man.

♡ Pairing: Tolya Yul-Bataar x Fem!Reader (ambiguous, please read indented)

♡ Fandom: King of Scars, Grishaverse

♡ Warning(s): None

♡ WC: 2.1k

Hello!! Thank you for your request!

I wrote this one ambiguous on purpose. It could either be taken romantically or platonically. I personally think Tolya is aromantic due to a line he says in the KoS series, but I know other people don't take it that way. So feel free to take this however you wish <3

Hope you enjoy it and that you have a good day as well!!

Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes

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To make a long story short, you feel incredibly grateful and attractive. Which is perfect to mask the sheer anxiety you feel.

King Nikolai was in attendance at this gala. And while you had no intention of meeting him, fate could have other plans for you.

It could send you tripping over your own silk gown and into him, his guards mistaking you for an assailant and killing you on the spot. You could make someone else bump into him, throwing the imported wine all over his first army garb. Hell, he could even choose to make conversation with you, to which you'd embarrass yourself by rambling about the intricacies of jewelry making and metalsmithing.

Saints, you need to calm down.

If you're not mistaken, there's a table around here with finger foods and drinks that could help.

The crowd, however, is incredibly unforgiving. People remain where they stand, almost as if they're completely unaware you're trying to make it last them. You put hands on shoulders and backs, apologize when you have to tilt your body to squeeze between groups of people, and all you get are glares and judgemental up-and-down looks.

People really need to be kinder, more considerate. They're not the only people that exist in this room. How are the servers supposed to go around and serve the alcohol? What if there was an emergency? Is it really that hard to consider moving one step to the left?

Your annoyance makes you distracted. You step on someone's shoe, throwing you completely off balance and sending you falling to the floor.

The only thing that could make this more humiliating is falling into someone. Which you do.

You feel yourself flush, embarrassment rushing through your brain as you try and correct yourself.

"Oh saints, please forgive me!" It takes a moment to realize just how big the man who caught you was. His arms are rather large, but he's also just plain tall. He easily stands a good couple centimeters above every person in this room. "I really have to be more careful."

You realize now he's one of the Kings guards, but its more or less irrelevant seeing as he's so far away from said King. The stoic look on his face cracks a little, a small smile forming on his angled face.

"It's alright, It's only right I apologize as well. Forgive me for bumping into you." He slips his arm away from your waist once you get yourself balanced within your heels. "You aren't hurt, are you?"

You fix the gloves around your wrists. "Oh, no. Not at all. For as big as you are you're incredibly gentle."

"That's good to hear."

It takes you a moment to realize the words that slipped past your tongue. Mortification pummels through your system.

"I didnt mean- im so sorry once again. That wasnt the best choice of words."

This is just so wrong. This isn't how anything was supposed to go. And now you feel so hot, face even prickling at the increase in your internal temperature. The man eyes you, squinting when you begin to fan yourself.

"Truly, I dont take offense. Would you like to go on a walk? Its much cooler outside."

It's definitely not a smart to follow a man you just met to a secondary location. But with the way he's dressed, and the way he carries himself, he isn't all that threatening. The Soldat Sol tattoo on his arms also does well to quell any lasting fears.

"That would be lovely, thank you."

He walks through the crowd with you trailing very close behind. People part to make room for him, and make a look of disdain when they see you trailing behind like a duckling.

But the moment that fresh cool evening air reaches your skin, it feels worth it. Like you can breathe.

You allow yourself to walk to the edge of the wrap around patio that surrounds this whole place. The garden has plants beginning to close, no longer needing to open their petals now that the sun is setting.

The flowers are red, and butterflies are making their last rounds to the buds that are still open.

"There's a flower, in Shu Han, that looks similar to this." He takes a step off the porch and approaches the flower.

He's incredibly gentle, fingertips barely grazing the petals and slotting the stem between his fingers. He encourages it up towards his face as he bends down to smell it, a smile adorning this face.

"What's it called?" You ask, picking up your dress and stepping down to join him.

"The one in Shu Han is called Datura Meloxia. It's incredibly poisonous. This one... I'm not sure."

You hook a finger around one of the stems, bringing it toward you.

It seems tropical, which is strange given that summers aren't all that hot here and Ravka has a winter season. The stigma reaches far out beyond the confines of the petals, and almost seems to have a cloud of surrounding the end.

"Do you know a lot about Shu Han?" You ask.

He let's out a chortle. "I should hope so. It's where I grew up."

"Listen, people are everywhere these days. I didn't want to assume you knew everything about there just because you look like you're from there."

"Thats very open minded of you."

You shrug. "Doesnt do us any good to be close minded, does it?"

He let's go of the flower, putting his hands back behind his back. "No. It doesn't."

The air feels a bit tense, weighing on your shoulders. The way he keeps his eyes trained on the flowers makes you feel as if you may have made him uncomfortable.

"Do you know anything about Shu Han you specifically enjoy?"

If there's anything you know about people, is that broad questions are usually the way to go. From there they can get as specific as they want or stay broad.

"Poetry." He says, going specific. "Epic Poetry, specifically. There's quite a few poems from both Ravka and Shu that are quite interesting."

That, ironically, piques your interest. "Like what?"

And it's like you opened up a dam, water spilling out in the form of languages you don't understand but find incredibly alluring. He's like an encyclopedia, citing poems that date back hundreds of years and reciting the lines as of he has the material right in front of him.

In a way you think he does. His eyes will get glossy and it's almost like he's turning the page when he talks with his hands, staring far into the distance at something you can only hope to see.

He does his best to translate the text, but you can tell it pains him that there isn't a direct translation that will allow you to appreciate the beauty of the poem.

But he does his best all the same, and you give as much encouragement as possible, smiling wide when he says something particularly grand. He even cites romance every once in a while, and you feel yourself cataloging the lines to digest later.

Because it really was interesting. You've thought about poetry maybe three, four times in your entire life when your mom brought home a book filled with them for her entertainment. But never did you think it could be this interesting.

Or maybe it's just because he makes it interesting, adding bits of history from both Ravka and Shu Han when he can.

It's also nice to see his face light up just a smidgen when you express your own knowledge, telling him you do actually know about that piece of history and jump into your own session of info dumping.

But as all good things do, they come to an end.

He's in the middle of explaining a poem from liturgical Ravkan (who /knows/ that?) when he becomes distracted.

"Everything alright?" You ask, raising on your toes but staying off the side as you try and capture his attention again.

"I'm fine, yes. However, it's time for us to part ways."

When he looks at you, you swear you see his lips turn down just a bit.

"Ah." You don't bother to hide your sadness. "That's alright. Would you like to pick this up a different day?"

He hums. "Only if you live near the Palace."

"Actually, I do." That gets his attention again. "I work at this little shop in the city just outside the gates in Os Alta in the market area. Its-"

"The bookbinding shop." He interrupts. "I remember now. I see you almost everytime I walk by there with the King."

You smile, wide and feeling better than before. "Yeah. We make journals and restore books."

He's silent for a moment, eyes flickering back and forth between you and whatever has his attention.

When his eyes settle on you, he's kind. Which isn't saying a lot since during this entire interaction he has been nothing but, but still. He's kind. "When I have a moment to spare, I will visit you again."

You clap your hands together, then hold your hand out for him to take. "Ill see you then."

His rough and warm hand shakes your own. And with a nod, he's gone.

You watch him leave, walking briskly past hoards of people who part for him like he's dangerous or purposefully bump into him.

Once he's out of eyesight, you allow yourself to calm your heart.

It's mostly leftover anxiety from before he caught you. When you look at the shadows on the ground you realize you and him hadn't actually talked for that long. You just don't want to make a lasting horrible impression on anyone, and you hope you didn't make him feel awkward talking with you.

But, you think he enjoyed it. He relaxed a little while talking to you, yet still kept to his duty as the Kings guard and never looked away from the mansion.

You feel satisfied.

"Hello there."

A woman's voice gets your attention. She looks similar to Tolya, and you remember she's also a part of the Kings personal guard. Perhaps they're taking turns? That would make sense.

"Hello. How are you?" You ask.

"Splendid. My names Tamar." She wraps an arm around your shoulder, which you immediately grab to steady yourself. "Im Tolya's older sister. I just wanted to take a look at the girl thats got my brother in such a good mood."

You perk up immediately. "Oh, how lovely! Tolya mentioned you a few times while he was talking about poetry."

Immediately she groans, which gets a giggle out of you. "I beg your forgiveness. Once he starts you have to kind of yell at him to get him to stop."

"Oh, don't apologize!" You slip out of her grasp, folding your hands neatly in front of you. "I quite enjoyed our talk. I never knew how much history could be stored in something as simple as a poem."

Her eyebrows nearly shoot into her hair, a look almost like incredulousness passes over her face. She snorts.

"You may just be the only person who can handle that."

That, you have to admit, makes you happy.

"What else are you interested in?"

Tamar was a little harder to talk to for the rest of the night. She's not as straight forward as her brother, but you can find the little similarities that make her feel almost familiar.

Once you have to part ways, the King possibly getting what he came here for, you waved goodbye to Tamar, and began to head to your carriage yourself.

Tonight was remarkably eventful. And as you watch Tolya and Tamar head off into the distance with their King in tow, you hoped that every once in a while they would stop by.

If only to get to know them more.

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https://x.com/F1/status/1852030580440825995

Not sure if you saw this, but after Mexico and because it was against Perez, there were a lot of people on his side.

But the comments here, the tide is changing.

Putting my DR bias lens aside, this attitude won't get him the redbull seat UNTIL Max leaves. I feel like he's trying to show people he's just like Max when Max started, but right now, Red Bull doesn't need two Max's. They have Max, and they need someone who will help him.

Even with Franco, I do not think it's wise to put a driver who is hungry to build a career besides Max. Daniel would have been the ideal choice, but they burnt that bridge, and they're going to end up killing the career of whichever young driver drives that second seat.

i hope so because i refuse to check the twitter comments. because the ones supporting him are so brain dead omg they're like "this is a confident man!!" or "yeah f1 is not to make friends!"

i dont think red bull has been smart all year. i dont think they plan on being smart now. they'll put lawson in and then be like pikachu surprised face when he inevitably clashes with max. and i dont think max would stay in red bull if they allow lawson to fuck up his races. i think they're going down the alex/pierre route again, because as much as i loathe to admit it they had something stable with checo but now they don't. i know a lot of people say that daniel's f2-f3's weren't earth shattering either, but i got the sense the man realized what worked (head down, accept criticism, be accountable, be nice, race hard but race clean) and he worked hard to ensure he would have a 13 year career. there's a reason why the drivers go on so many padel dates -- you need friends in this. you need people in your corner. lawson's just antagonising colleagues on his FIRST DAY. like baby it's nearly over. everyone's tired. just keep quiet and you'll be done. no wonder george didnt want to add him in the group chat last year. he's doing too much.

i think the one winning rn is franco. if he gets into the VCARB he's safe for a year and gets to hone his craft. sucks for yuki, but if liam flops out franco gets the seat should he be in VCARB. im firmly max-isnt-long-for-Red-Bull team, so if lawson doesnt flop max eventually leaves and franco gets the seat. win win.

liam is going to get a trial by fire next year. i dont think red bull has a winning car next year either. so while max is a genius, lawson might be in for a rough ride.

[yb-cringe]

alright wybie here's a free ask to talk my ear off about fitpac GO

this is like a trap isnt it ih gos ok yea

the thing that gets me abt fitpac is that its not that deep. and i dont mean that in an insulting way or that their impacts on one another arent expansive and hugely helpful but i mean it in that like. theres no catch. i love spiderbit for their complexity i love fitpac for their simple, slow, love

that by no means is me insinuating its not got its edges though. theyre just. sweet.

i think both of them have a lot of trauma when it comes to imprisonment and just general fear for their lives and while that could be said for a lot of people on the server i think whats important is that they’ve recognized that in each other? or at least fit has from what ive seen

and pac (and mike tbf) need a constant right now. things are crazy people are disappearinf theres no stability but they can always trust that fit will be there and he will listen and more importantly that he SEES them and will defend them

i think my thoughts abt them boil down to ‘pac needs consistency. a solid rock. he needs a recognizable pattern that doesnt change so he can have a safety net’ and ‘fit spent so long in survival he doesnt know how to just Live and he needs someone to be patient with him’

and its not easy for Either of them especially right fucking now. whats happened is that fit is trying to be the solid foundation for a bunch of people and its wearing him thin. and pac is just speedrunning traumas.

god the babysteps thing will forever be imprinted on the back of my eyes tho. like yeah fit needs to go rly fucking slow. hes a traumatized single father and hes fucking cautious about everything. always has been. letting someone into his life and giving them space in his heart is a big fucking deal. he just cannot afford to make that choice lightly. hell even ramón had to be patient for a bit

whats the fuckin saying like. fell first but he fell harder? wheres the ‘he fell first but didnt wanna think about it until he accepted it at which point he fell so fucking hard it would ruin him to lose it’ thats qfit. he literallt cannot even say the words date or romance or love or wven really Like in a romantic context about pac because shit will get too real and he needs to go slow rven if he has to FORCE HIMSELF to move slowly.

gkd i dont even know where to start with pac. he needs consistency so bad. and mike was that- mike IS that. pac is someone who needs company he needs someone to be near especially lately after his whole kidnapping thing where he was alone in that fuckin room after whatever they did to him—

hes been through so much shit and he just needs someone to stay- someone to turn to and know he’s got slmeone on his side. like pac in his own right is sort of paranoid —not the kind of way he has been recently though.

but like if you had to force tazercraft into designations of head and heart, pac would be the mind and mike would be the heart. pac is thinking ahead, he’s trying to force himself to move on because he knows mike wont, he’s trying to avoid doing things too crazy to keep them off the radar— he’s keeping them out of trouble when he can remember to.

not to say hes not chaotic and passionate in his own right but yknow. comparisons. but hes a thinker yjnow he plans for the future and if he doesnt have someone to be his safety net he fucking panics and doesnt do things he wants to because he’s worried about being caught out alone without any support

all of this to say that he doesnt Really think of romance more then Fun because he needs safety nets first. which is also kind of why the moving slow thing works for him because he’s definitely not going to realize how in deep he is like love wise until its too late. and he probablt cant even fuckin risk it right now considering yhh like Everything going on.

[fruit-salad-ship]

For Pirate AU, the realization Peach has that now she has another immortal friend. Maybe she hasn’t quite come to grips with her romantic feelings for Plum yet, but she still has a new companion for the ages to come. On the flip side, Plum coming to the realization that she’s going to outlive almost everyone she’s ever known. Grey, her crew, any family she may be on good terms with…. And peach comforting her by saying she’ll stay by her side through the years to come, if Plum wants her to

See, theres a moment here that doesnt line up, in that Plum will realise she will live forever, and contemplate that for a couple months quietly to herself, seems to spend more time with everyone, try to connect to them all while she still can, spending time on each member of the crew so that they feel seen and loved. This is after all her family, and those related to her by blood were far from ideal, and ignored her wants and needs, so she's made this new safe group of people who all love each other, a ride or die group. But even now, she wonders what her actual relatives would think, would she miss them one day, would she regret not trying to communicate with them? She does not know. Grey sees her drift away a little more, asks whats wrong and she just seems preoccupied with thoughts of her old home. They were traditional people who wanted her to marry, be a stay at home wife, bare children, do all the painfully ordinary things she just didnt want, and scorned her when she ran away for adventure and exploration. She writes them letters but never recieves any in return, assuming they have cast her out permanently. Grey is...as consoling as he could be, he lost his family a while back and never had good relations with them either, but understands that quiet wandering, the 'what if'.

Eventually Plum and Peach have a moment alone, and it comes to the attention of the second in command that the captains sad, or...just preoccupied with thoughts of forever.

Peach feels fear stir, putting her hand on the womans shoulder beside her.

"Plum, you are NOT immortal." Peach knows this first hand, through monumental, devestating loss. "You still have to be careful, you will live for a long time, potentially forever if youre careful, but you could be killed by any solid hit to a vital point. It may take more to do it, but you still have vulnerabilities." And that fear becomes more powerful, she'd lost one Levithian, she was not prepared to lose another. "If trouble starts you run, you'll be the biggest target on deck looking like that, we can handle things without you being at the front, i'll keep the crew safe." A notion the captain refused to accept.

"I wont leave my family here, or you, not if fights start, we work as one. You can't stop me." She was right, as the leader of this ship, as a now powerful sea monster, she was free to make any choices she wanted and not a lot could stop her. Plum sees a normally calm woman beside her rub her head with a stressed expression, the sigh as she watched, planned her next scentence carefully.

"Well." Her tired eyes sat on the Levithian for one more moment, for a brief second she truly eminated the stubborness of her wife. "At least you've got some company for the long ride. If you want it." Peach looks away, back to the horizon, gulls on the wind as land sat close enough to see small specs, humans living their lives in the port there.

The little head leant on the immortals shoulder was a little surprising, a tentacle finding its way to her shoulder to pull her closer.

"I'd like that."

They sat, said nothing, a strange settling company knowing neither had to walk alone for a while, if they were careful. Peach hoped to whatever unkind, unfair god that may be out there, that they could just be careful.

[hybeboyenthusisast]

Player One, Player Two: 29. Melt (written)

𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘊𝘩𝘰 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵... 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

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18+, only warning is teasing and you might be mad at me LMAO

WC: 1.2k

When a group of friends fail to set a dress code for their events, this is what happens. Hayoon looked stunning as always, you were dressed up, and Jiho actually wore something other than sweatpants, but... others were basically in their pajamas. Specifically Heeseung, who was actually in his pajamas, Taehyun in sweatpants (God he still looked so good), and B was dressed the same as she always was, in her monotonous outfit. At least Felix and Jeongin were in-between fancy and casual, so at least there was a progression from dressing up to not giving a rat's ass throughout the whole group's clothing choices.

The evening was casual, anyway, but with something to celebrate and an excuse to dress nice, you were happy with your outfit even if you looked ridiculous when standing next to Heeseung. His plaid pajamas were cute, but when he and Jiho waltzed into your apartment that evening, you had rolled your eyes and asked if he even cared about being there.

To which, he scoffed, and responded, "of course I care. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here and I'd be at home, in bed, naked." You scrunched your nose up at his words, waving him and Jiho, who was laughing, inside the apartment.

Everyone slowly trickled in, some arriving quite early, and others arriving later. Again, something that happens when you don't set an exact time. By the time Hayoon had made it to the apartment, B was already tipsy and Jiho was devouring the food. The party wasn't really 'in full swing', as this wasn't one of those crazy parties with booze and loud music, but rather the friend group gathering. But, a gathering sounds lame.

Your apartment wasn't exactly small, but it was a bit crowded with so many people there at once, and you found yourself sweating more than you would like. Almost everyone was engaged in conversation or playing a video game on the TV, so surely nobody would notice if you slipped away briefly just to change into something else.

You quietly excused yourself from all the chatter in the living room, making your way to your bedroom. The plan was to change before anyone noticed your absence, so you didnt even think to close your door.

As you stood in your green and blue bedroom, yanking clothes off your body, you heard a gasp at the exact second that an item of clothing twisted weird and got stuck on your head. Your body stiffened as you realized someone was in your bedroom with you, and you had no idea who. And you also looked like a fool, trapped in your clothing.

"Um, can you help me?" You asked, speaking out into the void, as you had no idea who or where the intruder was. You heard someone clearing their throat, muttering a small confirmation before making their way towards you.

Either they were already nearby or they had long legs, but they reached you quickly. The heat of their body so close to your almost bare body made you shiver. Gentle hands tugged at the fabric until it came loose and was able to be tugged free. Patting your hair down, you glanced over your shoulder to see who was there.

And of course, the man you so desperately wanted was standing right there. You silently thanked yourself for choosing a cute and sexy pair of matching panties and bra, so at least Taehyun didn't catch you in old and ugly undergarments.

You shivered as you felt Taehyun's breath on your skin, neither of you having moved. A small gasp left you as Taehyun's hands firmly grasped your hips, pulling you backwards, closer to him.

"Tae," you breathed out, holding back a moan as Taehyun dipped his head in between the space between your head and your shoulder, his hot breath on the skin of your neck.

You had no idea what he was doing, if this was a dream, or if you were hallucinating because you were drunk off your ass. But you didn't care. You wanted, no, you needed to see where this was going. The growing wetness between your legs was not going to go away on it's own, after all (hopefully).

"Yn," he breathed out in response, his lips hovering just above your pulse point. The proximity made you shiver, wanting to feel his lips on you.

As Taehyun adjusted himself so he was directly pressed against you, you felt his lips brushing against your neck. His large hands moved up and down your sides, coaxing you into relaxing and melting against him. Your hands, idle for too long, grabbed at the gorgeous man taking over all of your senses. One hand grasping his, stopping it on your waist, the other hand slithering up his neck.

You moaned as Taehyun's hips grinded into your backside, highlighting the growing hard-on in his jeans. "Oh my god," you whimpered, melting against his touch and leaning yourself fully into him. The hand you had trapped in your own moved and he had quickly spun you around, his arms wrapping lowly on your hips, fingertips grazing your ass.

"Can I kiss you?" Taehyun whispered, dipping his head down, his lips almost touching yours. You moaned quietly at his words, turned on by his actions and his request for consent. Lips pressed against lips, you gave Taehyun his response, your hands finding purchase in his hair. You stood up on your tip-toes to alleviate some of the height difference, poking your tongue and swiping it across his bottom lip.

Hands groping your ass, pressing you into him, his erection straining against his jeans and pressing into your stomach, Taehyun felt like he was on his way to heaven. Your lips were so soft, so sweet, and he never wanted to stop kissing you. Your tongues gently intertwined at first, testing the waters, before you had a surge of confidence (and arousal) and began kissing Taehyun more passionately. You knew he wanted you; his erection made this pretty obvious, and you wanted him to know you wanted him as well.

You broke from the heated kiss for air when you couldn't last without air any longer, Taehyun immediately diving in and peppering kisses on your neck, sucking softly here and there, trying not to leave any marks but still give you pleasure. You were ready to close your door and lock it, ignore all your friends and surrender yourself to Taehyun. His mind was on the same track, wanting to make you scream his name as he would pound into you, not giving a crap about all your friends just outside in the living room. He would gladly let them listen to how good he would make you feel.

The vibe in your bedroom was much different than the vibe in the living room. Loud laughter from Felix, Heeseung whining like a baby, and Hayoon calling for you, everything that was going on in the apartment came into focus once again.

The heat between you and Taehyun dissipated as you heard Hayoon's approaching footsteps, accompanied by her whining for your attention. "To be continued, love," Taehyun kissed your forehead softly, giving your waist a squeeze. He quickly left your bedroom, closing the door behind him and directing Hayoon back to the living room with everyone.

You pressed a finger to your lips, still tingling from the kisses you and Taehyun shared. You felt electrified, buzzing from whatever the hell just happened. To be continued, definitely; you were eager to melt into him, over and over again.

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[petrichorium]

Dumbo (or one of ur choice if u dont like that one) w shanks and robin hood w jing yuan?

i am going to do both for both 👉🏻👈🏻 and im choosing to interpret the first one as like a first meeting thing

dumbo - what stands out to you the most about your f/o?

Shanks — i will not lie i do not have a good impression of him at first 😭😭😭 i think he's overdoing it. and tbf the cards r stacked against him bc i cannot imagine a scenario where im in my element while meeting him. ig if i had to put a finger on it my takeaway is that he's a bit of a sleaze which yes he takes Immense Personal Affront To when he realizes the next time we meet. anyway it's the contradiction that stands out to me—the obvious adoration and loyalty between him and his crew, the knowledge of who exactly im talking to but he rlly just seems like a cheesy admittedly charming (but im not one for flirting with pirates sorry my guy) dude.

Jing Yuan — rip you for picking the two men im most tsundere about but also ironically they r v much opposites. he def has this Presence; i first meet him before im technically supposed to at a lil bar and i dont know who he is but i do catch on that he's not the "just a cloud soldier" he's claiming to be. then when i officially meet him the next day the thing that stands out is "this cheeky motherfucker" as he gives me a private lil look. but ultimately yeah it's that frankly intense authoritative presence that he can't quite turn off.

robin hood - are you an adventurous couple or are you more into the domestic life?

Shanks — deeply complicated. idk obviously gut reaction is he's v much the former but (maybe its bias) i also think he has a huge soft spot for slow lazy loving. ew that sounds like an innuendo and i didnt mean it that way. but n e way by virtue of "home" being a ship that is the vehicle for any hypothetical adventures, ig im going with domestic? i think he can go either way so i end up being the deciding factor.

Jing Yuan — VERY much the latter ez. genuinely a miracle either of us goes anywhere, frankly its a problem. i think we'd become total hermits if we could LMFAOOOOO half the time we plan dates and then the time comes and we just dont wanna get out of bed or get dressed up or whatever 💔 yanqing is so tired of us

send a disney themed selfship ask!

[mindrole]

its somewhat natural there would be some similarities given jabuchi effectively was her successor by default, as noa was the successor to her parents, but its a little amazing that it took 16 years

my thoughts havent fully formed yet so its not like its a definitive post or anything, im just rambling on as of right now

but honestly... ive been thinking about rai a lot in general... i think out of everyone from the akashic people no one was set up worse than her. aside from utsugi. utsugi was born set up by life but rai is a somewhat "keeping the pace up" second. and to think she lived to the last moment fully believing in hatsutori and not even suspecting he was ultimately kind of a psychopath... at least jabuchi while faced with a dead end internalized "utsugi-sama, is this really okay? i don't think its right, but what other choice do i have..."

rai had no such inhibitions! hatsutori said, lets bring this place to the ground and she went, ok! of course rai and minoru had their reasons and it wasn't just because hatsutori said so. but still, she went and dirtied her hands with him. there had to be another way but in the end the plan was triggered because hatsutori threw a fit about theodore talking to his boytoy (hatsutori's possessiveness of minoru and how he seemed to disregard that aspect of rai is its own can of worms. honestly.)

and "oh, rai likes me, so if i kill her i won't make her suffer too much."

hatsutori!!!!!!!!

he did not give a FUCK in the end!!!!! it wasn't even "i'll make sure she doesn't suffer". he was so detached!!! it was like tossing trash aside for him!!! did he only warn her not to come in so he could kill her himself later? of course his greatness, the savior, the star, would want to kill one of his closest followers by his own hand. i wonder how much it pissed him off that theodore attacked her first...

the differences are a bit nuanced and i can't discuss them to the extent i would like in a ramble-y post... but, you know, one realized they were a frog boiling in a pot... the other didnt, but in the end rai was left to simmer for a really long time and jabuchi wasn't. jabuchi had the heat turned up on him super suddenly, but in the end he didn't jump out either. sad

honestly... ive been thinking about it lately but...

jabuchi and rai are really really similar 🥲🥲🥲🥲 i wonder if the parallels were on purpose

[thesamoanqueen]

The naughty list

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Smut; The Tribal Chief vs Santa.

A/N: I gave into Christmas atmosphere... more or less. Requested by @nayys-world

He loved his job, he really did, even though it hadn't been his first choice as a kid. He had dedicated himself to it with every fiber of his body and didnt regret any of the decisions he had made, cause they had really led him to be at the top of his mountain, to get results. But sometimes he really wanted to turn off the phone and get out of sight for a few hours, because unlike what people out there believed, that job didn't let you stop, and if you were on top of that mountain, like him, the phone calls, appointments and commitments came all the time even when you were at home trying to enjoy two days of peace. Like that afternoon.

He closed the front door with a heavy breath, Hayes' voice and his proposals for the next feud still in his ears, as he recrossed the living room and returned to the home theater, being hit by another kind of noise. On the screen was passing the umpteenth suggestion of a Christmas movie to watch, but Roman paid little attention to it, suddenly too busy watching Y/N swing her hips next to the counter of the small kitchen inside the room.

- I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes… Christmas is all around us and so the feelings grows – she was singing lost in her own world together with the screen and Roman sat down on one of the dark armchairs, barely holding back from laughing.

She was so damn off-key and every time Roman heard her sing he wanted to hide her in his arms and make her disappear. It was strange, unthinkable, because in his eyes there was nothing in which Y/N wasn't perfect, but singing wasn't her thing, even when it was for herself as in this case or it was a matter of a few banal verses, she wasn't quite capable and he found her adorable. If she didn't care or didn't realize it, it wasn't clear, but she definitely should have stopped for the greater good and yet all the times he'd been around, he hadn't been able to stop her. And he wouldn't have done it that time either, because despite everything, seeing her wriggling around in that sweater that definitely didn't fit for Florida, between bowls of Christmas snacks that would make them sweat in the gym for hours, was worth the pain in his ears.

- You gave your presents to me and I gave mine to you… I need Santa beside me in everything I do!

God, was it worth it. It was definitely better than any movie she or his cousins would have chosen in the end, hands down and after another ending gone bad, Roman fidgeted in the armchair, struggling without being able to hold back the laughter that was folding him in two.

- Ro – Y/N called him, setting down the bottle of beer she was holding in her hand, discovering him again there with her, while he was still gasping – Weren't the twins at the door? Why are you laughing? - she asked and Roman tried as best he could to compose himself, reaching out an arm to bring her closer.

- Lemme understand hm, you… felt it in your toes. - he investigated forcing a serious expression that didn't succeed at all and Y/N threw a salted caramel popcorn at him.

She and the twins were due to leave before him the next morning to record a couple of promos and view some new merch to go on sale, but since they were all in the area – not her, but Roman had made everything to make it happen – they had decided to spend the day together. The twins had actually bonded as soon as they figured out Y/N was there, he'd had other things planned, but even a night of bad Christmas movies would have been fine. He liked having her in his own home, just having her away from their rhythms, with him.

- You Florida men have no sense of Christmas. No cookie frosting for you later.

Amused and quick, Roman grabbed her hips covered by the sweater, stopping her between one armchair and another while she tried not to drop popcorn everywhere, remaining precariously balanced.

- Lemme go. Lemme go! You're definitely on Santa's naughty list!— she kicked as Roman lifted her by her hips, downing the popcorn she'd tossed at him as he pulled her into the seat with him.

- Who cares?! Why sit on Santa's lap, when you can sit on the Tribal Chief's lap? – he joke with one of his smiles and from his lap, Y/N's eyes widened between incredulous and amused.

- That's the most evil thing I've ever heard.

- And I've a beard too - he insisted confident, taking the bowl from her hand to place it on an seat next to them and Y/N nodded suddenly serious.

- I like your beard – she admitted shamelessly, stroking his jaw and Roman instantly bent over her, to inspire some of her scent.

- I know... - he muttered, his hands working their way up her back and between her legs, feeling the soft texture of her thighs.

He kissed her cheek, drawing a childish laugh and an endless string down her neck, blowing his breath on her and unhurriedly enjoying the moment. He pulled her against him, reaching down to the neckline of his sweater to suck on the flesh of her protruding collarbone and Y/N rested her chin against his temple, giggling in amusement once more.

Having her this way… away from everything, with no one suspecting anything or investigating why they were both gone. Without limits, without haste. Her.

- You give presents too? – Y/N inquired curiously, her nails already scratching his neck and nape, while she rocked a little on his thighs – ‘Cause, Im not sure about me... Im very selective with who I want to be good or bad with. Is it okay for the Tribal Chief?

And she really was, Roman knew that. Y/N was the perfect kind of trouble, the good girl that knew when to be mean and as much as he tried to be a gentleman, well, between them always ended up that way. And if she kept grinding like that, would end up even worse…

- We'll see babygirl. – he said in a rough voice, rubbing a fingertip on her thigh, while he pulled her against his chest – And its 'my Tribal Chief'.

He saw her looking down at him from the narrow space between them, her eyes gleaming with that sparkle he'd learned to love and he smashed his lips against hers, ripping away the smile she had. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet but not cloying, her lips were soft and ready to welcome him in all his forms. She almost always left him in control, whether he demanded it or not, but she never missed an opportunity to set him straight and when her teeth caught his bottom lip it was reminded once again. He slipped his big arm around her hips, helping her to get comfortable on top of him and forcefully insinuated his tongue into her mouth, immediately feeling her soften with a moan of agreement. Her hips rocked without holding back, seeking more intimate contact and Roman tightened his grip, almost crushing her against him at her instinctive request. He held her by her thighs as her fingers slid over his face, through his beard and down to his tattooed pectoral, holding him against her lips even though he had no intention of catching his breath. Eyes closed, he enjoyed the comforting warmth of her body and dug his fingers into her curves, her laughter muffled in his ears along with the muffled, distant noise of the screen.

He would have gladly stood there and kissed her for the rest of the day and he really meant to, but she didn't seem to feel the same way and Roman growled softly, not taking his mouth off hers, to keep her still when her hips grinded one too many times on his boner now awake. Y/N sucked his bottom lip between her teeth, pulling away enough for them both to catch their breaths and Roman watched, her expression not sorry as her hands slipped under his sweatshirt to touch his abs. He plunged his face into her neck, abandoning her red lips for a few moments and devoted himself to the portion of her skin where she was most sensitive, on the curve between her neck and shoulder, making her tremble with a sigh all around him. Her body seemed to almost curl up, her nails hooking her to him and encouraging him to continue, her hips pressing restlessly.

- You can be louder than that here – he reminded her, torturing her neck up to her ear.

- S-so make me - she pushed him tenaciously, despite already having accelerated breathing and Roman didn't have her to repeat it twice.

His mouth was hungry against her again, one hand pressing into her curls to keep her with him and the other squeezing her round buttock. Y/N meowed for his attentions, but he had other things on his mind and lifted her skirt up to her hips to reach the lace underwear she had been wearing. He ran her fingers along the material, following the curve of her ass and indulged in a low growl as he slid further down, his fingertips immediately feeling moist from her hot humor.

Her useless lace lingerie getting soaked in that shameful way were a constant attack on the good intentions he didn't have.

He rubbed his fingertip, pressing just enough to distract her and he immediately felt her lean into him, her ass lifting to give him more access and he slid his free hand elsewhere, finding the hook of her bra without even having to look for it. He quickly released her, pulling down the side of her sweater as well and buried his face in the hollow of her breasts to kiss her soft, full skin. Y/N vibrated all around him, her legs pressing into his thighs and her ragged breath slamming against his temple as he caught one of her hard nipples to suck on.

- G-God more… more - she moaned, her tone more and more needy.

Roman ran his tongue around the sensitive flesh, her heart pounding under his fingers and got lost in her curves, touching and tasting everywhere, greedy. Her breaths became heavy and the rocking of her hips against his hand increasingly insistent, he felt her wriggling and writhing on top of him, slowly losing control of her body and he ran his fingers past the wet fabric of her panties to immerse himself inside her folds. The intrusion made her moan like a cry and Roman waited no more, starting to pump her soft and warm cunt with his fingers, without taking his mouth off her breasts. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him against her body as if he were her lifeline and he let her, because with her, being close was never close enough.

- F-fuck Ro! – she gasped, deeply as he twisted his fingers to touch her sweet spot.

- It feels good? - he grinned pleased, widening and slowing down to make it a nice torture - my fingers making you feel good? - his thumb circling her nipple.

Y/N nodded with a sigh, her hips sweeping his now sodden hand from the juices and Roman soon felt her folds contract against him, holding back the two fingers he had slipped inside her as if they wanted to suck it up. They weren't enough to get the screams from her that he wanted, but her climax was slowly building and Roman clearly felt his erection throbbing for treatment, seeing her so focused. From that position he couldn't reach her button, but he didn't care that much, he didn't want to rush things. He insisted on fucking her with his big fingers, rubbing slowly on her spongy folds, exploring her inner center as far as he could and then coming back with a slimy noise which Y/N promptly followed with a stifled moan. Kissing the curve of her boobs, he positioned her better on himself and with his thumb put pressure elsewhere, on her second entry and Y/N suddenly broke free, almost running away with a more acute choked cry than necessary.

- What pretty noises… now just a little bit louder babygirl. - he chuckled amused, seeing her eyes close for a second, her lip between her teeth.

But Roman didn't want her to catch her breath, didn't want her to control herself and firm continued to tease her, her walls now pulsing fast and needy. He slid another finger inside and her back bent until her breasts literally slammed against his face, he bit her collarbone again and her hands slipped through the dark strands to hold on something.

Singing wasn't for her at all, but her moans were something he would never tire of and hearing her moaning made him want more and more and more.

- R-Ro ahn!

- Louder - he demanded, his erection throbbing against his leg.

- F-fuck Ro! - he heard her call him almost desperately and slowed his pace as her hips began to squirm.

- Mmh you're so tight babygirl - he growled eager, his fingers suffocated by her walls and his face sinking into her neck, between her breasts, kissing her everywhere mercilessly.

They had a whole house at their disposal, he could have taken her upstairs to his own bed and made things right, but with Y/N he wasn't able to slow down once he started. There was something magnetic about her that still drew him, something he couldn't get enough of and he found himself tightening his grip again, possessive, hungry for her hands on him, for her warmth.

Jesus, what he wouldn't have done to see her like this always, thanks to him and no one else.

He watched her throw her head back, as she reached her climax with a strangled moan, filling the room with her voice once more and kissed her throat, accompanying her in her movements until the wave began to descend and only then, when Y/N leaned against him to catch her breath, pulled his hand away. He shed his pants hastily, pulling them down as far as he could with her still sitting on him and smeared his aching boner with her juices, reveling in the sudden pleasure as he lashed out at him with an animal growl. Precum was already oozing from the tip and inhaling deeply, Roman mixed it with the mess between his fingers, dragging his thumb rough across his head.

- You're so hot…so hard… - he heard Y/N murmur against his ear and his cock throbbed between his fingers as she reached down to kiss his neck and jawline.

She flattened against his firm chest, fingers wandering under his sweatshirt, never where he would have wanted them, touching abs, moving up the fabric again to his large shoulders and back on his neck. She swayed on her legs, mimicking the movement of his hand along the shaft, biting into his skin then placing her mouth on his, breaths mingling.

- I've been good, now can I've my present? - she whispered, her eyes moving from his lips to his eyes and Roman released his erection with a growl, quickly sweeping his clean hand around her face.

He squeezed softly, rubbing a finger across her cheek and down her throat and then up her hips, her thighs pressed around his legs and the edge of her sweater pinching his hard-on.

- You're in trouble now, y'know? - he warned her seriously, but Y/N let a smile slip away, nose suddenly wrinkling and Roman snapped even before realizing it.

He lifted her up, her laughter in his ears, as Y/N leaned on his shoulder to let him do it and took off her underwear, placing her back on himself to slip inside her without waiting any longer. He closed his eyes, his breath caught in his throat and his stomach contracted from the sudden sensation of warmth in his lower body. It was a mess down there, hot and welcoming and Roman licked slow his lips, Y/N gripping his neck as she gasped trying to get used to more than his fingers. He ran a hand over her hair, making her tilt her head to give her a kiss on the temple and he sank in for the first time, her cunt suffocating him in a soft, wet grip. He began to give long thrusts, one after the other, in a slow but unstoppable rhythm, his tip working the way into her core with increasing force. Y/N didn't take long to find the right position and Roman soon felt her hips move to the rhythm of his thrusts, meeting her lunges with needy moans that encouraged him to pick up the pace.

- Rom-ahn-!

He liked seeing her riding him, it was a sight that always caught his total attention. Her hair rebelling strand after strand, the expression on her face every time his fat cock touched her sweet spot. It was something he wouldn't let anyone else see now that he had it in his hands, but as much as he loved prolonging their encounters, he needed a release too. And so Roman shifted his grip on her ass, driving her buttocks over him and down his boner, pounding her hard, her juices making a sticky sound with each movement.

- Your cunt… is suckin m-me – he growled husky, short of breath – mmh, yeah… ah, take it

- P-please… please, p-please ha-harder

Lost in the rhythm of their bodies, he continued to push inside her, deeper and deeper, slamming against that point that he had learned to find by memory every time. She throbbed around him, needing just as much as his throbbing cock with her, veins bulging and nuts stiffening every second as blood pumped and his heart rate quickened. Y/N hid her face against his shoulder, her forehead pressed against the back of the seat, her legs giving way slowly and Roman contracted his arms, taking on her weight to keep pushing with an almost furious grimace. He felt her moaning, shivering on top of him, on the verge of another climax and he forced himself to hold on, his taut hard-on pounding between her soft wet folds. He managed to prolong it for a little more, but his movements were sloppy and with the umpteenth squeeze of her center, Roman gave in, releasing one gush after another inside her, deeply and with a rough cry. Roman bit his mouth, head leaning against the seat back and Y/N shifted, riding him for the last stretch, while he still throbbed inside her. She needed just the right turn of hips and she too let go, a satisfied and tired smile on her face as she dropped her head back beside his.

Still inside her, Roman stared absently at the huge screen, hand wandering through her messy hair and up her ass, caressing her with open palm. At some unknow moment a short film had started instead of the trailers and the choices bar was still scrolling underneath, motionless where Y/N had stopped looking after he had returned. Suddenly back to her senses, she noticed it too, and Roman saw her straighten up with a deep breath, her fingers already trying to pick up where he'd been. He tried to keep her sitting up, forcing his grip with a grin, but she pushed his hands away with another smile and when she finally managed to pull away from him, Roman's mouth grimaced, his cock still dirty for both of them, suddenly in the cold.

He didn't like it. No way. She had to sit down again, a few minutes and he would be ready for the second round.

But he didnt have time to complain, his cousins' muffled voices coming from inside the house, while Y/N was already in control of the situation, the half-empty bowl of popcorn in her hands. Some had ended up on the floor who knows when and while he was adjusting his trousers, Roman looked at them with the same expression he reserved shortly after to the twins when they finally made their entrance through the door, Jimmy waving his hand before sticking his head inside.

- Yo, Uce!

- Uce! - loud as always – Hey! Y/N! - they greeted when they saw them both, putting on one of their shows when she waited for them with open arms and already laughing.

He saw them hugging her and turning her around in the chaos only they were capable of, clapping hands and vague noises, while Y/N patted and pinched their cheeks like two overgrown children, leaving him to fetch a beer from the small kitchen.

- Look at you! You brave!

- Girl, that sweater here? Really?!

- Hu-hu and your coat makes you look like a penguin – she replied seriously to Jimmy, before giving him one of her smiles - I like it. – she made him laugh as they both made their way down the few steps to the hall to retrieve the screen controller.

- You choose the movie?

- Not yet.

- Big Uce - he heard Jey greet him - Y'good? - he asked, giving him one of his squeezes and Roman silently followed the direction of his gaze, bringing his attention back to Y/N.

It would have been better if they hadn't been in the way and both he and his brother knew it, so Roman gave him a light smack on the back of the head, tightening his grip before pushing him away.

- Move, choose that movie – he got rid of him, however seeing him giggle before running down.

- Hey hey! No greetings at the airport. I didn't come here to see dudes greeting each other at the airport! I already see too much of them during the week! - he listened to them making a racket and uncorked the beer he was holding, taking a sip.

He didn't have peace even in his house, but he would convince her to stay for the night. They would have skipped the airport greetings too.

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[dreamychuu]

❖ - Just a new person

╰┈➤ - warning : angst/no comfort/reader in a relationship with someone, mention of knife (but not actually part of the story)

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❀ - but even on a gloomy day the atmosphere will still feel bright and colourfull as long you're always there , but.. Your figure slowly start dissapering out of his sight.. What happend??

today the student council work is more than usual making him have to come home late than usual. He feel tired..really tired

usually even if he always come home late there will be someone waiting for him beside his locker either playing with their phone or fell asleep while their body leaning on the locker. He is happy knowing that you still wait for him.

walking home with you , chatting with you talk about eachothers day about council works, a hang out plan , and doing other things with you making his heart warm.

other people usually like to joke around calling you and him is as like a teenager being in love since you guys look close and most likely to be seen always together alot.

But once again.. "usually" and not "forever"

after changing his shoes he walked out and took out his umbrella when he saw it was raining.

Step by step he take , walking through the street past the surrounding buildings. But then something caught his attention.

its a playground.But not an ordinary one. its a playground full of memories... ,memories where you guys played together and joked in both of your spare time.

He observe the playground from afar smilling remembering the lovely memory, until he sees two figure on the playground.

his smile fade when he realize the figure was you and your partner.. He turn away his head and start walking away continuing his journey.

He try to ignore what he just saw and think about anything else but even of how hard he try.. he cant.

It hurts.. It feels like a knife hit him in the chest.. He dont know what makes it hurt.. Is it beacuse he see you with someone else? Or is it beacuse the smile on your face used to be just for him? Is he jealous?

All of the questions in his head start to hurt himself more.

his head hitting the ground, he must've lost so much on his thoughts and didnt realize that he slip, rains start hitting him, his umbrella was no longer covering him, he cant help but to finally breakdown and shed all the tears he hold for a long time.

After feeling a little relieved he got up again and grab his umbrella to continue his journey, he still sobbed and the fact that his chest still feels like it have been stabbed .. It hurts.

Suddenly he remember the conversation he had with Keito this afternoon in the student council room.

"And what are you gonna do about it?", keito ask obviously about the news about your relationship.

mao was silent but then answered "I wont do anything to hurt them, i support their choices, me and [name] are friends after all".

Keito face looked unsatisfied about mao words, mao then continue his words "What can i do? Even if were close , there is someone who know them more before me".

Keito sighs and continue what he was doing.

Remembering the conversation he had make him remember how he already choose to give up on his feelings.

If he can have one wish come true, he do wish that he know you before anyone can.

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3