#hope you like it sjsjs

[righteousdelusions]

15. A Hope We Don't Get Caught Kiss + asaden (for @strawberryblondie-locks)

Teachers were strict about PDA in Fourth East High School.

Denji and Asa figured it out by the simple act of holding hands in the hallway. The relationship was still new, so it was kinda of awkward anyway (Asa's hand was sweating but Denji didn't comment on it), but it felt awful when a teacher scolded them.

"It's not fair! I see couples kissing all the time!" Asa complained. "Now that i have a boyfriend I can't do it! Why do we get told off for holding hands! It doesn't make any sense!"

"I guess it's one of those situations were the problem is getting caught."

"You mean people do it even if they know they could get in trouble?"

Denji smiled, toothy, crossing his arms and looking far away.

"Of course it means that, Asa." Yoru added, "You can be so dense sometimes."

Asa ignored her.

"Well... I don't know." She didn't even know what she wanted to say. "Isn't it dangerous?"

A weird thought for someone who has seen dead at the face already.

"We can do it after school anyway, I don't care, as long as we keep kissing." Denji kissed her cheek and left for his next class.

She was embarrassed, they could've caught that cheek kiss too.

*See you!" He said, with a peace sign.

-+-

"It's so stupid. Why do I feel so bad about the fact they can ground me for it."

"You are a bit of a goodie two shoes."

"Shut up! I'm not!"

"You are! You always were!"

"I'm not anymore."

Asa dropped her head to the side, thinking. She held her chin with her hand.

"Now that I think about it, that class president did tell you the same thing."

"Don't remind me of that."

"Do you really think you've changed?"

"... I just don't want to get attention for stupid things."

"Mmm. What was it what you said before we became one?"

"Don't -"

"You said you wanted to live more selfishly. And yet you can't even kiss the boy you like in school."

"Shut up!"

"And you should kiss him more often that way you'll feel more guilt when you finally turn him into a weapon."

"Shut up!!!!"

-+-

Ok. Just a kiss. Wouldn't be so bad. They just didn't have to get caught. Denji said it himself.

When Asa thought about Denji, she thought about her skin aching for staying too long at the sun and the feeling of his sharp teeth again her lips. He was wild, and it was kinda funny he didn't take it to himself to kiss her there.

Maybe he thought she was going to be awkward about it?!!! No way. She had to prove she can! To Yoru, to Denji.

To herself.

She was gonna do it.

-+-

"This is not that brave. Your chances of getting caught here are slimer," Yoru said.

"Shut up," Asa said out loud.

"... I'm not talking?"

"I'm sorry, Denji," she coughed. Then she thought to Yoru "Leave!" And she went with a roll of eyes.

"Funny, this is where we met," Denji commented.

"Yeah... Funny rooftop."

"You wanted us here for...?"

Asa couldn't stand it anymore. Her chest was beating and she was sure she was blushed. So she just leaned in and pressed her lips against Denji.

Denji breathed against her lips, Asa's way of acting making him smile. He kissed back inmediatly. He put his hands in her waist, gently.

Denji was starting to lead the kiss and it was kinda of annoying Asa, so she decided to step up and get her tongue out to play with Denji's, but she didn't know what to do so she ended up licking his front teeth, self aware and awkward.

He laughed.

"Don't make fun of me!"

"It's ok. Just don't get so nervous."

"I'm not!"

"You totally are," Yoru whispered in her mind. "You're not even going to get caught here."

Right. Asa's blush got bigger, thinking about that teacher interrupting them again.

She went for another kiss. Denji bit her lip and she wanted to hug him so bad, but her hands were playing with the lapels of his jacket.

She completely forgot about the fear of getting caught again, when the sound of the opening door and a male voice saying sorry distracted her. The door closed again.

"That fucking stalker! For fuck's sake."

Asa was starting to feel too self aware, not understanding what he meant with stalker, so she just ran away of the scene, running past the tall handsome boy.

-+-

At least, she kinda got now why people play with danger like that.

[sweet affectionate moments meme]

[palskippah]

Hi! There are role swap AUs of them already and I love them so much, so I tried making my own too! You should know that this is entirely self-indulgent like anything else I draw askdaslds

There is Mareach and Bowuigi bc yes alskdklasd and a tiny bit of one-sided Luaisy that leads to nothing because Luigi's a married man 😔

I had other drawings of them, but they're not colored yet and I wanted to share the idea already sjsjs

Here's some ideas for this AU!

-Mario's the Mushroom Kingdom Princess and his parents are the King and Queen. Luigi used to be the other princess, green princess or green princess Mario (as in, his bro Mario, not his last name Mario 😔), but he married Bowser and became the Queen of the Darklands :y Everyone in there respects and remembers his name, he's built a really good reputation for himself by simply being himself, in this house we believe in the 'Luigi is the Darklands' hero' hc too. Their aunt and uncles (and cousin) rule Sarasaland.

-(King boo's a Darklands ally but still hates Queen Luigi from that one time he wiped clean his mansion when the king kidnapped Mario. Luigi's scared of ghosts still too, but Junior always reassures him he's gonna beat them up if they try scaring his mama (I drew it actually, I'm gonna color it too!))

-When the bros were 20 Bowser at first tried kidnapping Princess Mario, and Mario was ready to beat his ass but they ended up talking about ally-making and ruling a kingdom as Bowser just got crowned king. Mario advised him to listen to his advisor and other stuff and by the time Luigi caught the koopa ship, ready to bonk Bowser in the head with his comically large hammer, the princess and king made plans of starting a treaty.

>Anyways, they met often after that when Bowser went to plan the treat with the Mario King and Queen. Luigi fell for Bowser and Bowser fell harder and Mario regretted talking to Bowser and should have instead just beat him up. He's happy for his bro though. When they married and had Junior and adopted the koopalings he decided that he was very happy that he talked to Bowser. He loves how happy Luigi is.

-Princess Mario accomplishes many things and excels at almost anything he tries, and all the toads treat him as a hero as well as a princess and all, so his dad doesn't think he's a failure, but still bothers him by urging him to get married ever since he turned thirty. He often compares him to Luigi, who got married at 23 and in the present had eight kids with his husband. Mario doesn't give a shit about marrying soon, but wished his dad would stop being annoying. His mamma is a sweetheart as always and often tells her husband to leave him alone. King Mario is stubborn as hell though (his two boys got that from him), so he doesn't.

-Peach and Daisy are cousins and they were trying to start a business together, though they weren't still sure about what (you know as Princess Peach and Daisy have many businesses together in canon aksdla), but before they could settle anything they somehow fell in the pipe and Peach landed in the Mushroom Kingdom and Daisy in the Darklands.

-Bowser still steals the Super Star, but in hopes of giving Luigi the coolest anniversary gift ever, as it's their seventh and all that. He very often gives him all sort of things, like great statues, many many dresses and all the stuff that he knows Luigi loves. Being the himbo he is, he's genuinely concerned that Luigi wouldn't like something unless it is completely new and has never been gifted to him at all. Of course, Luigi would love anything he'd give him, because Bowser's gifts are always made with love. By the end of the things, Luigi tells Bowser so and calls him an idiot affectionally, and also makes him return the Super Star. (movie-like, you know, since this is somehow a retelling alksdlasd)

-Based on what I read at discord, if you're who wrote it, pls know that i love your ideas jsjs- Bowser has set up many statues of Luigi that are of a nice stone color and has gems in its eyes to glow under the lava and the sun when it's out. Imagine that one Luigi render where he's got an arm raised and the other nicely by his side and he's smiling, that's the main statue of Queen Luigi sjjds. They contrast greatly against Bowser's, that were made to make his fierceness stand out, unlike Luigi's that highlight his kindness.

-In the piano scene, Bowser is playing and singing and Luigi's laying on his stomach over the piano's surface (no idea if that's possible but humor me alkdalsd) and listens with the most besotted expression ever, resting his face on his palms. When Kamek interrupts them Luigi's not mad or anything, but Bowser really glares at the magikoopa.

-Junior finds Daisy and brings her to the castle, in hopes that his mama and papa will help her, because they're the greatest people in the whole world and they can do anything.

-Daisy and Luigi quickly become friends, making Bowser jealous of the other human, especially because Daisy from time to time looks at Luigi as if she like-liked him. Not that he thought Luigi had eyes for anyone else beside him, but it was still annoying. And Diasy, for all she annoyed him, seemed to fully respect that Luigi was happily married.

-Daisy teases Bowser mercilessly too, at first clueless that she's supposed to be terrified and respect this guy like everyone else does (maybe Junior takes her to him first, and completely forgetting Junior's initial rambling about his family, she doesn't realize Bowser's the king, but when she meets Luigi, she sees his crown and fancy clothes and immediately knows she gotta be respectful to this guy. She doesn't know how royals are in this lava world, after all), but she keeps doing it, knowing the koopa king may look terrifying but he's mostly bark and no bite.

-DK and Mario are friends and they often meet up to beat the shit out of the other, or sparring as it's called, I think. The first time they did it, Mario got the cat power up and destroyed DK in front of the kong king and other kongs, and since then Cranky doesn't dislike Mario so much, and the others respect him greatly too.

-Mareach,,, they look at eachother and sparkles are in there too. Peach doesn't brutally throw Mario to the ground or anything, but he loses his breath anyways because of her beauty. Also, Mario's type is beautiful tall women (and tall idiot men, maybe his dad suggests DK as a husband and Mario's like ew dad, we're just friends. Or maybe... Donkareach... I like the fics that has them, but idk for this).

-Toad as a wingman, he doesn't care how obvious he is, he's gonna make Princess Mario and his new friend Peach be together, because they clearly like-like the other.

That's all I got for now askdalsd thanks if you read my ramblings, sorry if there's mistakes in writing.

I'm gonna color the stuff I got left and maybe draw more, but knowing myself I dunno if I will anytime soon 😔 Also I go back to college the next week sadly sjsjd

Got any thoughts on the AU? Tell cuz I'd love to know c:< but only if it's nice thoughts, I'm sensitive akdalsd

[yoongisababygoat]

Reason to love you?

ᡣ𐭩 Includes: Husband!Yoongi x wife!reader

ᡣ𐭩 Genre: Established relationship!AU, Flufffff.

ᡣ𐭩 A/N: If this is familiar to you don't worry too much, it had been posted on my previous account which no longer exists fuck tumblr. I changed like half of it😭 sjsjs anyway I hope you like it my baby angels🥰💗.

M.list

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HOME.

That's what you felt right now. Peace, comfort and at home. The atmosphere filled with a sense of serenity only your lover could bring your way.

Yoongi had stayed in today, to spend the day with you. Lazing around the house. Just engulfed in each other's embrace.

So here you were, splayed across the couch, buried under fluffy blankets of your choice. Yoongi layed, with his head half his body on your chest.

Serene silence had taken over the room. Only sounds that could be heard, were the soft groans you elicited from him by playing with his hair and the faint noise of a movie playing in the background.

Perfection ; that's what the moment was.

"I love you Mateo, I love you because you understand me. I love you because you were there for me whenever I needed you. I love you because you're so good to me, I love you Mateo", confessed the female lead of the movie you two were watching.

"I don't know why but I don't like the way she has confessed her love for him, like I don't know it just feels so-so-", you comment on the prior love confession in the movie.

"Conditional?, you finish.

" As in she only loves him because he did nice things for her?", Yoongi adds.

"YES!, it just feels soo soo conditional. It feels as if she didn't love him but the things he did for her",

"Hm you're right",

Silence once again takes over the both of you as you indulge yourselves into the shitty rom com once again.

"I love how you love me; how we love each other", you speak after a few moments.

"How is that?", he asks.

"Without a reason, without a purpose, so purely and dearly. Just because we're ourselves and exist",

He doesn't say anything to your explanation. Just holds you a little tighter and nuzzles his face into you a little deeper.

"I love you", Yoongi whispers , a few moments later.

"Without a reason", he adds.

"I love you without a reason too", you whisper back, pulling him in further.

Perfection, that's what the moment was, that's what he was.

There isn't a reason needed to love something or someone, you just do it and that what makes it even more special.

Just loving;

without reasons.

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Reblogs and comments are soooooo appreciated 🙁💗💗

@yoongisababygoat © Donot repost, translate or mark my work as yours.

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

I’m a sucker for little details and Dead Boy Detectives does that SO WELL SJSJ

So without further ado here’s a not-so-comprehensive-or-complete list of my fave little details from the show (and if you haven’t seen it yet. GO GO GO)

1. Edwin and Charles’s movements. The way they mimic each other, tilt their heads at the same angle at the same time, the silent conversations, UGHHH

2. Charles finding Edwin in Hell EXACTLY MIRRORING Edwin finding Charles when he was dying (ie the dying one turned away, wrapped in a blanket with no hope and the saviour standing above them looking like a goddamn angel, holding a lantern)

3. I didn’t count but I bet if I did I would see exactly 147 cats (King included. When I do my rewatch I’ll count for sure)

4. The music choices!!! I knew this show would steal my heart when they played Hang On To Yourself (one of my favourite Bowie songs OF ALL TIME) in the first episode, and I was EVEN MORE SURE when they played Disorder (also one of my fave Joy Division songs)

5. The cat king wearing a skirt :)

6. Any nod to the Sandman honestly I loved that show too I was so hyped when Death and Despair popped up

I’ll def update this list on my rewatch but pls pls reblog with ur own favourite details so I can look for them!!!

[vettelsvee]

hi it’s worried alonso anon again(is that my name now? lol) i have officially read everything you’ve posted and i just want to say: BEE HOTELS IS SOSSOOSOOOO CUTE IMFHDKDNDHUDJDBDHD and yeah! you’re writing is really cool i like it a lot :)

happy you liked BEE HOTELS my dear alonso anon 😭 i was soooo unsure when i first posted it bc i was going through a moment where i was so uncomfortable and unhappy with what i wrote (still am, but that’s other thing sjsj). it was a birthday present for one of my ibfs and originally y/n was named after her main character from her seb fic on wattpad, but i changed it bc i didn’t want to ruin somehow it for her

happy you like my writing and welcome here! hope you don’t cancel me for fernando fics lol 🫂🫶🏻

[neverchecking]

Hi hi :)

Pretty pretty please can I request a soft sex w/ Sky? I love your writing—ngl from the very first piece of yours I read I was Uber jealous but SO in love with the way you write. Every time I see something new on my dash with your tag I legit get excited and instantly repost because damn I know it’s gonna be some good shite. Like damn I wish I could write yandere content 😭

Super duper proud of how well you’re doing so far! I 100% believe that you’re only gonna get better from here 😙

~ May

Omg- om- HI! I love you-you absolutely can!

Jealous of me? Bestie. have you read your writing?! JFIEOEJEJ- Thank you otherwise I hope I live up to your expectations!

Smut so MDNI!

Smut CW: Cavities. Like this is so soft- I can't I love Sky with my whole ass. SJSJS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO I HOPE YOU DO TOO <3<3

There was certain attraction to the idea of falling.

The idea of putting his fate into the hands of Lady Luck and hoping she took pity on him was...addicting. The rush of both the wind flowing through his hair and the adrenaline burning through his veins before Crimson caught him was so heart-stopping. It was a rush unlike any other and it kept him sane in a way.

But that was physically falling.

Falling for you was a completely different plunge.

When he threw himself off the ledge of Skyloft, he had some reassurance that no matter what, Crimson would be there. When he found himself tripping over his own feet at the sight of you, he realized there was no Loftwing there to catch him. No, falling for you was an act of trust far greater than anything he had ever felt before. There was no soul bond between the two of you, guaranteeing you'd care for his, admittedly, fragile heart in the same way he would cherish yours. But, still, he found himself blinded by the rush.

It was different. There was no wind whipping hair every which way, instead dexterous fingers, nimble yet steady, combed through the locks, brushing them into place before messing with them once more. The was no chill of the world around him rushing past, instead there was the warmth you provided with your presence alone, acting as an invisible shield against anyone daring to poison his rare moments of peace.

In reality, there was no rush. There was simply the feeling of...of coming home to you. Sweet, treacly you. You, who welcomed him into your heart with open arms and fully belief that he wouldn't squander your valuable trust. You, who placed your faith in his own heart and soul and understood who he was as not only a hero, but as a person. You, who was the missing piece of his soul. The one bit he was missing to make a whole.

And how he adored you. He absolutely cherished and worshipped your every move, cataloging it in his head in a way to memorize the way you exist. He watched you at every given moment, chin on his hand as a love-sick gaze laden his eyes.

How he was gifted with you was beyond him, but he would rather fight Demise twelve times over (More if need be) just to keep you with him. Anything you wanted from him and he'd give it to you.

Without question.

Opening the door to your shared home, he took a deep inhale, taking in everything around him. From the low light lighting up the living room, to the sound of the place settling around him once more it was all familiar. From the way it smelled of whatever flower had tickled your fancy at the market and something sweet you had probably baked earlier in the day, it was what made this place home.

And he was so thankful to be home. He would have to go out again, he knew, but the others were settled in the inn up the road and he was free for the night. Free for you.

Goddess, his heart positively hummed at the thought of you. Of your eyes, that absolutely lit up with every one of your emotions, and your smile that made your face just glow. Of your cheeks that would redden with such a pretty color at the sound of his honeyed words, or your nose that would scrunch every time he pressed sweet kisses to the tip of it.

He just wanted to do it again, over and over and over again. "Song bird?" He hesitantly called, setting down Fi and whatever bags were currently on his person. His sail cloth was undone from around his neck and hung up on the nearby coat hook. Your hesitant footsteps stopped just behind the corner that turned down a hall towards your bedroom as you peaked around the corner. (You were so smart, did he tell you that? His clever little bee knowing that the lifestyle forced upon him could bring some unsavory characters. That some could follow him home and force his hand. He loved you. He loved you.)

"Link?" You breathed out, soon running into his awaiting arms. They wrapped around you tight enough he worried if you could breath properly before shoving his nose into your hair. You were his home.

He was so glad he was home.

"It's me, my dove. I'm home for tonight." He knew you would understand the underlying meaning in his words, and it broke his heart that he'd have to leave you again. But he'd cherish this time while he had it.

Small sniffles made you shake just a bit, making him hush you with a heavy hand brushing down your hair. "It's okay to cry. I'm right here. I'm home."

"I've missed you." You had cried into his arms, making his own eyes burn as he hugged you closer, bowing his head to lay on yours. "I know, my lovely nightingale. I know. I've missed you too. Goddess, I've missed you."

While he didn't plan on standing there, crying until there were no more tears to shed, he had to admit it was cathartic. Having you in his arms was a relief like no other.

Gently pulling away, he cupped your cheeks in his hands. "Oh. how I've missed you. I've missed your gorgeous laugh," He pressed a kiss to your nose, watching it scrunch just the way he expected it to.

"I've missed your eyes that show me your perfect soul." Another kiss was pressed to your forehead.

"I've missed your charming smile that never fails to brighten my day." One peck to your left temple.

"I've missed your gentle hands that hold me like I'm worthy of such a touch." One peck to your right temple.

"I've missed your way with words and how you always manage to find the right words for every situation." Your left cheek was next.

"I've missed your patience that seems truly never ending in every scenario." Then your right.

And finally, he lays his forehead on yours. "I've missed the love of my life. My very heart and soul. The bearer of my own mortality. I've missed waking up to you, those domestic mornings filled with sleepy snuggles and lazy kisses. I've missed spending my every waking moment with you, doing whatever tickles our fancy that day. I've missed my Soul Mate. I've missed telling you every day about how I love you. And every part you've given me. I love you. I love you."

You hiccupped. sniffing once before launching yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as your lips crashed against you. He held you tightly against him, his hands threading themselves into your hair as you gently pulled him back. He followed your every move, only breaking apart for minute breaths of air before going right back to nipping and licking at your now swollen lips.

He missed you.

Clothing was dropped carelessly to the ground, trailing behind him as you backed your way to the edge of the bed, pulling him down with you when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

He missed you.

Just the way you pulled back, head falling, with your big doe eyes watching his every move had his chest tightening with pure adoration. Your hands gently cupped his cheeks, holding him close as he nuzzled into your palm.

He missed you.

Your lips crashed against his once more with one of your hands trailing down the plane of his stomach before reaching the band of his pants. His belt had long since been discarded, dropped just as carelessly as every other piece of clothing, so there was no real obstacle stopping you from your prize.

He Missed You.

Your lips locked again as you pulled him in closer with a leg around his hip. Your hand worked in tandem with your leg, guiding him to your aching cunt as he used one hand to support his weight above you. He pulled away just as he began to prod at your entrance, using his free hand to pin both of yours under one of them. The one originally supporting his weight shifted to instead take over before returning to its place by your head, both of you groaning at the pure bliss washing over you.

His forehead rested against yours once more as his hips settled right against yours, keeping him seated deep within you. Your breathing settled alongside his own, a moment of tranquil peace settling over the room.

This was what love was all about. This was what it mean. The pure trust that was placed in another individual, the absolute proximity between two souls slowly merging into one, the feeling of pure, unadulterated sarang that being with you provided.

Goddess, he loved you.

There was nothing animalistic about this. While, yes, Sky could appreciate a good quick fuck every now and then, this wasn't the time nor place. No, this was slow and perfect. Nothing was rushed as he took the time to recommit your perfect figure to memory.

His fingers trailed fiery trails along your hips while your own laid lines of red along his back as you clung to him, trusting him to keep you grounded in any way he could.

It was the least he could do. Because while falling was a rush like no other, it wasn't falling when he was with you. No, it was coming back to familiarity and comfort wrapped up in the prettiest bow Hylia had to offer. You.

From the way you interacted with Crimson, scratching his feathers and shining his beak, to the way you cared for him, soothing his nightmares with soft hums or curing the aches that riddle the Lichtenberg figures along his skin, he knew he was irrevocably in love with you. He loved your compassion and intellect; your ability to demand respect for yourself from others and your ability to show the same to others; and he adored your limitless patience with him and all his isms and the fierce loyalty that followed. Even the things you deemed unattractive about yourself, he held close to his heart because it was a part of you. Your stubbornness and inability to think of your own self preservation before making irrational decisions for the sake of others. He even loved you when you couldn't find anything redeemable about yourself for him to love. Because in those moments, the ones where your own strength failed you, were the ones were could show you his. Where he could repay you with every ounce of love from his bleeding heart. Where he could show you how much he loves you, if only to reignite the spark of love in yourself and let it burn for you. Where he could let his love pour through his entire being and let it turn into a gentle reminder that you were you.

And there was no one else in the world he would rather have.

[bruciemilf]

battinson with smol dick as his robin at a gala but lurking in the corners acting emo. Dick has done enough socializing for the both of them and is just lurking with Bruce, on his shoulders, half asleep.

A random lady shows up like "oh hello boys, what are you doing hiding away?" Bruce is dead silent, panicking at actually having to socially interact with someone. He's desperately shaking dick surreptitiously and hoping he'd reply.

"Huh?" Dick says as he squints at the lady. "I said, what are you doing here."

His brain is empty. He has no thoughts.

"Uhhh, uhhh, bruce is emo-" he feels bruce tense beneath and shake him again.

"He's emotionally repre-" bruce looks like he's about to pass out.

"He's emotionally repelled by gal-" bruce is mourning his reputation.

"He's emotionally repelled by gatherings that have paparazzi and/or the press."

"Ookay." She blinks. The two have disappeared and she's looking around wildly for them.

Que dick trying to comfort a shaking Bruce while holding back sleep.

"What the hell dick." He says. "What the hell."

But the poor boy's already passed out.

News headings everywhere tomorrow have some variation of "bruce wayne, prince of gotham, repelled by reporters???"

He doesn't go outside for the next 3 months

I love this so much, but the best part is Dick's name not being capitalised in the beginning sjsj

[arahdow]

I have 5 more requests in line! So i’ll be working on them, in the meantime i’ll be posting little scenarios in between so I can get a rest of the requests sjsjs they will be closed for a moment but you can still send thoughts, memes or song recs if you like 🤍

+ I still need to work on this event so, REMEMBER !! You can still participate too through asks!! 💜

thank you all for reading and enjoying my work!!! I hope both sides of your pillow are comfy tonight ✨

[glimmerlofsea]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

ARMS OF THE OCEAN

Warning : Just a few harsh words, and childhood :d

WC; 2,0k+

#TALKISSA; SO!!! I was thinking what if you guys were Billy's childhood friends? Your surfing friend when you were still in California, you parted ways and met again, he said a few harsh words to you and finally he realized that only you could make him feel the warm embrace of the ocean that he missed. Whether it's good or not, let's see! (Well I hope it's superdupah good¿ sjsjs) Happy reading, Issea!

It started when you were surfing with your sister, then you caught the reflection of a boy who kept falling because of the big waves in the sea at that time. You saw the passion burning in him, but he channeled his emotions into the sea with great anger, and you just felt like he wouldn't be able to do it in that kind of atmosphere.

You decided to approach him, at first he was annoyed, seeing how you were 'smart ass' because you taught him several ways to balance himself in the ocean, but as time went on he started to admire you, he kept trying to do what you said when you tried to become his tutor.

Your relationship has been close since then, you know each other. William Hargrove, his name, but he was more comfortable and preferred being called Billy, you didn't mind at that time.

8 years have passed, you rarely communicate because of school, but when it comes to the 'sea'? Oh, how you love the beautiful ocean in California.

Until one day you see Billy who keeps trying to surf in the ocean, you feel it, the ocean rejects him, this is like the first time you saw him, anger enveloped him and hid him in the deepest place.

"I told you to calm down or you won't make it, Billy!" You shouted from the beach holding your surfboard.

Billy kept trying, he returned to the edge to try running again towards the ocean, "I don't need to listen to your 'bossy' chatter, Y/L/N. Leave me alone."

You approached him and held his arm, "You look mad."

Well, he is mad.

He looked at you, he was about to say something but you didn't let him, "You need a hug." Press you, not as a question but as an order.

You hugged Billy, you knew all about his life, how his father rudely and unethically treated him, even the threat that his mother would leave him several times because of his father's attitude. You were sure he needed more than a hug, but for now you hoped a hug would be enough to calm the anger he was holding onto.

And, one thing, you know he hates hugs, he considers hugging a man to be an activity that shows that they are weak and helpless, and that's all thanks to his father's teachings.

Billy tried to let go of his hug, at first you refused, but the harder he pushed you, finally you let go of your hug, "Tell me what's wrong."

And here you are, you and Billy slurping the ice cream you just bought from a place not far from the beach restaurant, or more precisely you are the only one eating the ice cream,

Billy let the ice cream in his hand melt, you looked at him, the expression on his face seemed to say that he had gone through a lot of difficulties, and that was true, you just hoped that your presence could make it easier for him to get through it all.

"Don't just keep it in your mind, tell me." You said nudging his shoulder with yours.

Without looking at you, he answered briefly, clearly and concisely, "I'm leaving."

He's always like this, saying short words that are hard for you to digest, you're the type of person who needs specific information, or you'll continue to haunt those who provide non-specific information. But this time, you understand. He's leaving.

You cleared your throat, "Hm? What do you mean?" Now you let your ice cream cone float in the air.

Billy looked at you, “I'm leaving this fucking town, Y/N.” He sounded rude but you knew he was just annoyed and angry.

You smiled faintly, stroking his shoulder gently, "And that means you will find new adventures. That's great, Billy! I'm happy for—"

"See, the fucking problem is I don't want to leave. But if I don't do what my father asked, maybe a coffin will be waiting for me." He said cutting you off, Billy removed your hand from his shoulder, "And don't even be happy for me."

Billy was about to leave, but you grabbed his wrist, "8 years. I don't want our friendship to end like this." You stood in front of him, "I don't want you to leave either, but what can I do, Billy? We both have our own paths for our future. Your future is in the new town you will live in, while I..." You looking towards the ocean, the sun was starting to set because it was getting late, you looked back at Billy, "Maybe I'll just stay here."

Billy's gaze softened, "Y/N..."

You stopped him, "Billy. Don't you dare to forget me. One day I will come to you. I will." You grabbed his fingers and pressed your pinkies together, making a pinky promise.

He chuckled, knowing how silly you were doing, but you didn't care, you knew this wasn't a goodbye forever, and there will be no goodbye between you and him.

Several years passed, you had finished your education, you got a job that was enough to cover the costs of going to where Billy lived, Indiana, Hawkins.

You have got the address from your acquaintance who is in Hawkins, and you are already in front of the house at the address your friend gave you.

You took a breath before knocking on the white door,

First knock.

Second knock.

As the door rang, you hoped it wasn't Billy Hargrove you were seeing, but you were wrong, there was only Billy there, standing in front of you in his white tank top, which he usually wore when surfing in California.

"Hi." You said raising your hand to wave and smile.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was cold and sounded very irritated by your presence.

You tried to smile awkwardly, "Remember our promise? I told you I'd come to you and—"

"I don't need you to come near me. Goodbye, Y/N."

With that he immediately closed the door, leaving you with a thousand words running out of your throat. You really don't know what's going on, what's going on? Why is he like this? You really hope for a smile that he carved, even if it's only a smile as thin as cotton cloth. But it seems like your expectations are far behind reality.

You don't want to disturb him, maybe you came under the wrong circumstances, right? You go back to walking wherever your feet take you. You don't have a goal— because your only goal is to visit Billy, but guess what? It's like he kicked you out of his life.

You couldn't help but cry throughout the street, tightly clutching the strap of the bag slung over one of your shoulders, you let the night wind hit your face which was slowly freezing due to the cold temperature.

"If he doesn't want to see me, he can say, why just reject me?" You ask whoever it is between your sobs.

"Someone broke your heart, chick?"

You heard a whistling sound and a man's voice behind you, you didn't dare to turn around and continued walking. You are in someone else's town right now, you have to stay alert.

You felt his steps getting closer, "Don't ignore me, bitch." He said grabbing your shoulders from behind, but you immediately dodged and walked faster, "Don't touch me!"

You could hear his groan, he restrained you by holding your wrist tightly, making you groan in pain, "Let me go!"

“A precious thing like you, oh, I just want to preserve it in my favorite bed.”

You try to remove his hand from yours, he starts to bring his face closer to yours, you really can't move, tears keep flowing down your cheeks.

When you were about to hit him with your bag, someone went ahead to hit him. Making him fall on the asphalt.

"Are you deaf? She told you not to touch her, dickhead."

"Touch her again, I won't hesitate to bust up every bone in your hand."

You saw him, your old friend, Billy, Billy helped you from that perverted man and you were grateful for that.

You just stood there casually, Billy came over to you, touching your whole body to make sure you were okay, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he do something to you?" He asked as he cupped your cheeks to check for any wounds.

You hit him in the stomach, making him groan in pain, "Ouch! What was that for?!"

You tightened your jaw, "Asshole! Do I have to be approached by a perverted man first so you can care about me?!

Billy sighed, "I'm sorry, okay? Things were rough, and my head was about to explode and then you came along. I thought things would get long because of this little reunion, but I realized, as much as I miss the ocean, I can't go back there, but seeing you come back to me, it's like you brought the ocean back to me, and I think about it all day, I won't let you go again."

You chuckled softly, "What is this? Some kind of speech or something?"

“Shut up, Y/L/N, I'm trying to be serious.”

"You? Seriously? Pfftt—"

Billy put his index finger on your lips, making you stop mocking him, you looked at him with the innocence that was in you,

Billy showed a smile, "Oh, those innocent eyes. I miss them," he said, hugging yourself, who would have thought that Billy Hargrove would volunteer to hug someone? What's more, that someone is you.

"I'm happy that you're back. Sorry I wasn't the one who approached you, but know that every time I see seafood I will remember where we hunted sea animals."

You chuckled in his arms, "Does it have to be seafood?"

Billy let go of his hug, he shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah? I don't know, you represent them."

You smiled, even though you had to tip your toes, but you stroked his curls, "I can feel you are more in control of your emotions, yea?"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Stop treating me like a child."

You stifled your laugh, "Do you even remember that freshman year of high school you whined for us to raise goldfish that were stranded on the edge of the ocean?"

“Shut the fuck up, that was like 5 years ago.”

"Maybe 5 years for you, B. But for me? It feels like yesterday."

Billy smiled faintly, put his arm around your shoulder and covered your body with his jacket, "Come on. Talk in my room."

You smiled, you were happy with the long confession he told you, since when did Billy become such a person who makes a long talk? And he conveyed all his feelings to you? That's a progress. You hope to meet and mingle with Billy's friends, and get closer to reconnecting with Billy.

Author's Note : this is sucks... YEAAA IK, I'M SORRYYYY, I'll try the next story where Reader and Billy already have a relationship, wait fooorrr meee, isseaa!

[iknowyuu]

aaaa hi i hope youre doing well !! ty for opening reqs ^_^

They/them pronouns

yeonjun with prompts 18 and 6 from list 2

// read req! from my love blooms event! [prompts by @urfriendlywriter]!

choi yeonjun x reader

↝ wc: 490

note: I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! wasnt sure who was supposed to be drunk in this one sjsjs, but since i already have one with reader drunk i thought id switch it up LMFAO

content: drunk yeonjun LSDNJEWS

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"get.. up! please!" you lightly tapped his back as he leaned over on you, almost making the both of you topple over. you were not a lightweight, so when he came up to you all giggly and drunk, you decided it would be best for the both of you to return home.

huge mistake going to that party.

he slowly stood upright. "where.." he mumbled, "where's my partner?" you blinked at the wall tiredly, "i'm here, jun." you took his arm, as you guided him through the door of your shared apartment.

moments passed before he gasped, "you look just like them!" he gasped, "yaaah! are you their twin?" he looked at you startled.

"what?" you chuckled, "no, i don't have a twin yeonjun. i'm your partner,"

"ummm," he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, "yeah, okay. well, i'm taken by [name], y'know, your sibling. so leave me alone. weirdo."

"ah, really? damn." you said mock-exasperatedly, "well, they got really lucky then."

he laughed loudly, “yeah, right. im the lucky one….”

a few moments passed as he stared at you for a second before gasping, “yaaaah, [name],” he covered his mouth. you looked up at him in shock and confusion. “what? did you forget something?” you wonder what clicked in his head that he finally addressed you as who you were.

his face morphed from alarm to something you could only describe as dazed. “you’re so cute.” he smiled at you, maintaining eye contact. he cupped your cheek before hugging you tightly, giggling as he swung you back and forth. you pulled away from him bashedly, laughing at his overly affectionate demeanor.

you smiled at his words, “okay, come awn, im too tired for this.”

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as you were locking the door, you heard a loud thump! whipping around, you were met with him laying on the couch, extremities sprawled and all. he yawned before shouting, "where's my [naaame]!?" you sat down beside him and giggled, leaning in front of his face. "shush!! you're gonna wake up the neighbors! i'm here, yeonjun," you spoke softly.

the pout on his face promptly transformed into a smile, and you laughed as he sat up to hug you properly. "i love youuu," he swung you back and forth, laughing with you. he pulled away and took your face in his hands, pulling you in for a sweet kiss before leaning back in for another hug, moving his face downwards to kiss a trail up your neck.

you sat there in bliss for a few moments before attempting to push him off. "let's get ready for bed, junnie," but he stopped you, holding you tighter. "yah, stop moving!" you laughed breathily, "why??" he fell silent before mumbling, "because you feel amazing in my arms."

you giggled at him and finally the last piece of your resolve melted away, and you decided, maybe it’s okay if you both sleep here— just for tonight.

[hausofmamadas]

| To live and leave fast |

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Pairing: Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo

For @narcosfandomdiscord NarcOctober - Day 16 (+ a bit of Day 15 tbh)

Prompt: Day of Surprises (+ a smidge of Day of Absolute Filth) - create a fanwork that focuses on dreams (+ a smidge of character's moral corruption)

Word count: ≈ 2.3K

TWs: Canon-consistent violence, Real Big Sad, angst with some smoochin'

What was he doing here? He couldn’t answer her. The blankness of before was all he could conjure up and that vast emptiness set him on the edge of panic. okay sjsjs the way I told myself that I was gonna stop at 800 words and it becamekfjs this. So again, imsorryforeverything but uhh yea, I barely proofread this so the Spanish is prolly rough and so is everything else but hey! We can just blame it on it’s all a dream, right ….? Right??? Anyway, enjoy some shockingly non-antagonistic and sometimes tender back-and-forth btwn these two and probably the most ooc Carrillo to ever exist bc I’ve never written for him before. Idk why I’m so obsessed with this crackship but I am and it is what it is

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Her voice rang out, “So, tell me. How long do you really think you can go on like this?” almost in time with the flashing red light that cut through the half-broken blinds, filling the dank, dingy room.

Carrillo tried sitting forward from where he must’ve fallen asleep slumped against something, presumably the wall of someone’s living room. No, not someone’s living room. No one’s living room. Because the place was a mess, covered in old takeout wrappers from Tijuana’s finest dining establishments, broken glass, cobwebs, and dust that would’ve been more befitting of an ancient tomb than this place. The smell of vodka or maybe rubbing alcohol burned his nose but he couldn’t pinpoint where it might’ve been coming from.

Was he even still in Tijuana? Huh. Well, that would have to wait till later. Anyway, he didn’t need to know what city he was in to know he was in an abandoned safe house. Which narco faction it belonged to didn’t make a difference. This one had to have been empty for at least a month, probably more, judging by the disarray. That and the insect activity. From Escobar to El Señor de los Cielos, the pace of the narco-lifestyle only lent itself to living and leaving fast, and whatever got left behind was usually beside the point.

Okay, but how’d he get here.

Maybe if he asked her, she’d stop looking right through him from where she stood across the room, arms crossed, leaning back against a mostly empty bookshelf that housed a few old books, some technical manual for car engines, and what looked like some old issues of Penthouse or some other stag magazine. High brow reading. He wondered if sicarios knew how much of a cliche they all were. Just once he’d like to meet one who enjoyed basketweaving, or birdwatching, or who was sentimental about their girlfriend. Anything that broke type. Then again, when it came to breaking type, he wasn’t in the best position to judge.

“Ay, por favooor, cabrón.” Startled, he jerked forward at the sound of her voice. “Remember when I told you that you were straight out of Central Casting for a war movie?” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she scoffed, “Who are you to talk about breaking type, hombre?”

What the hell. How’d she– He didn’t– Or, had he— Was he talking out loud this whole time?

He sat up straighter and a pain lit up his right side, going from dull to blinding. Hands already at the damp spot on his shirt, trying not to scream, he could tell the wound there was bleeding more now from the pressure of sitting up. Wait no, that was good. Actually, he could use that. Inhaling with the strength of his whole body, he pressed his fingers down, jamming them into the wound, and let the pain accumulate in his chest and ribcage, then exhaled, hoping his breath would send the sensation up further to his face, his forehead, activate the muscles there to share the load of his heavy eyelids.

He didn’t think he was talking out loud, but then, he must’ve been since she’d answered. That meant something, he knew. He couldn’t focus though. Why couldn’t he focus? What’d it mean? Oh right, blood loss. It was worse than he realized. But why wasn’t she helping him? No matter how furious she was with him, that wouldn’t have been like her, standing there while he bled out.

“Ay pinshe Carrillo, no seas mamón. I was helping but you fought me the minute I started trying to clean the thing. And then,” brows knit in his favorite it-is-what-it-is position, she pointed to a puddle by his feet, “you knocked the bottle out of my hands,” then shrugged, looking around the room absently. “And vodka was the only thing I could find in this place that even comes close to sanitary. So, I had to wait for you calm down or pass out before I could do anything.”

He had no memory of that. In fact, he had no memory of anything before that dingy little room. Which was weird. He’d been hit in the head enough times that lapses in memory weren’t an altogether foreign experience, but usually he could remember something from before. Sometimes it might be hours before whatever disaster, but he at least remembered. Now, it was just blank. It occurred to him that he might be–

“–and you might be in shock,” she finished aloud.

Jesus, was he saying everything he was thinking? He watched her and waited, seeing if she’d answer more questions in his head.

That light outside kept flashing, bathing the room in a deep shade of red that danced off the broken glass, creating macabre shadows that skittered up the walls, across the floor, the ceiling. Through the blinds too, it cast alternating stripes of red and black on her face. It would’ve been beautiful if it wasn’t so sinister-looking. Well no, it made her more stunning, in a haunting, alien way, even though she looked how she usually did: hair messily pulled back, a few strands hanging in her face, wearing a tank-top and that button-up he’d found at the Salvation Army in San Ysidro. He couldn’t focus. That’s right, he’d gone to drop off some old dining chairs he had no use for, caught it out of the corner of his eye hanging with the rest of the men’s button-ups. And instantly thought of her. Why couldn’t he focus. The pain finally reached his eyes.

Again, she answered his thoughts. “Well, as much as I wanted to fight you for fighting me,” she looked down, pinching the collar of the shirt and wiggling it back and forth like a dollar bill, “I didn’t get far enough in the process of dressing your wound to ruin it. And it is one of my favorites. I have to give it to you, tigre. Your attention to detail is the stuff of legend, and they were not wrong.”

At that, he smiled tiredly. She rocked forward, kicking off the bookshelf, and strode over to him, bits of glass crunching under the gummy, rubber souls of her boots. Doc Martens. So practical. They really were, the two of them, the same sometimes.

“Andrea,” her name came out in a whisper and a wince as he clutched at his side. He looked down in a daze that no matter how many times he blinked, how wide he forced his eyes open, he couldn’t shake. “How’d th– what happened? What are you doing here? How’d you– ,” he grunted, shifting his weight to his good side, ��mm– get here?”

“Te he seguido, obvio.”

What? She follo– he hadn’t even briefed anyone on the raid at Agua Caliente until right before. Trujillo would never. Walt? No, after the debacle in Juarez, he was too wrapped up needing this win to jeopardize it by talking to a reporter. Even one as dogged and persistent as Andrea. And yes, she was resourceful. But resourceful, not psychic.

It felt like a lifetime of sitting there trying put it all together and he didn’t remember when she’d started making her way towards him, but she was already kneeling next to him now, slowly removing his hands from his side. Her eyes and forehead pinched in such a way that would’ve amplified his concern if he weren’t so out of it.

Her fingers felt cold around his neck. “Árre, we need to get this off,” she said, unbuttoning the collar of his uniform.

He was alarmed when his hands brushed hers and he saw they were covered in some dark substance. Oh, blood. Strange, it looked pitch black in this light. Andrea continued working her way down, pulling each button gingerly, so as not to hurt him more. The closer she got to his stomach, the more her hands began to resemble his, covered in black.

“Dale, mija. ¿Me vas a explicar lo que haces aquí ya o qué?”

He wanted to rub his thumb across her lip as it curled up in a smug smile. “Why? Should I not be here? You want me to leave? Sure,” she craned her neck around, and called out into the empty room, “I’ll just be on my way then and let someone in this massive crowd of eager, good samaritans help you.”

He chuckled thinly. When she faced back to him, she began untucking his shirt as delicately as possible. It hurt like a sonofabitch but it was going to hurt no matter what they did, so he softened the corners of his eyes, trying not to make her feel bad.

She continued. “The better question I think is, what are you doing here?”

Once he was free from his dress shirt, she grabbed both sides of the hole in the white shirt underneath and tore it wider to get a better look at the wound. Blood leaked out in streams down his stomach to his waist. It appeared to be a large gash from some kind of shrapnel. Much too jagged for a knife. The harsh sound of air through her teeth was a good indicator of what kind of shape he was in.

Alright so, shrapnel. But he couldn’t remember an explosion and there was no evidence of one having happened there in the room. What was he doing here? He couldn’t answer her. The blankness of before was all he could conjure up and that vast emptiness set him on the edge of panic.

He’d been doing a passable job not reacting too viscerally with his face, but when she started rifling through his pockets on either side, he grimaced, growling, “Ay, Andrea! Qué coño estás haciendo, porfavor.”

Paying him no mind, she held out her hand like a surgeon waiting for a scalpel. “Knife.”

He jutted his chin toward his feet. Spotting the shiny silver clip, she grabbed the knife from his boot, flicked it out, and made an incision in the hem of his uniform shirt. Catching the free section in her teeth, she tore down the length of the initial incision, and started packing the vodka-soaked gauze that she’d managed to hold onto after his freakout onto the wound and tying it with the strips of cloth cut from the shirt. When she pulled hard, securing the final knot, he nearly keeled over.

“Aycarajoperdónperdónperdóname,” she said, catching him by the shoulders.

She stayed there, acting as his scaffolding until the pain subsided. He lifted his chin to rest his forehead against hers and catch his breath. Just in her wanting to help him, the assurance of her fingertips against his shoulders, he felt her helping him. He couldn’t remember a time he was so grateful for another human being. Grateful in the way only she could make him feel. 

Speaking half to her and half to the ground, he tried putting the pieces together, “I don’t know what I’m doing here. For some reason–“ but lost the words when he’d barely gotten started.

“What?”

“I don’t know. It’s– I have this strange– I have a feeling we’ve always been here. And will … always be here.”

Andrea nodded, eyes closed, like she knew exactly what he was talking about. It might feel like a trap if they didn’t have each other. She was always more than enough.

After a beat of silence, she pulled back and looked at him sadly, like she knew something he didn’t. Which was odd given what she asked next. “Horacio, por favor, necesito saberlo. Why? Why did you do it?”

Why’d he do it? Why’d he do, what?

“I know it’s in there, I know you remember. You have to, or you’ll never make it out of here.”

He shook his head, squinting his eyes, confused and cranky like a kid prematurely woken up from a nap. “Make it out? I’m not gonna make it out. Not unless you help me. Look at–“ he motioned to his side, “Ni siquiera puedo andar, mija.”

“Yes, you can,” she insisted calmly, her eyes full of an inexplicable mix of hope and resignation.

What did she know that he didn’t?

“I don’t know anything you don’t know. You just don’t want to know it. But you have to try, tigre. Eso es la única manera de vengarte a él. No more cutting corners. No more deals with the devil. Eres mejor que eso, ya lo sabes.”

The devil. The devil. The flashing red light. Deals. Deals with the devil.

Ah. Calderoni. That. That fucking deal.

His own C.I.s in exchange for Calderoni’s intel on Agua Caliente, el Hipódromo, Carlos Hank Gonzalez. A bigger fish than the Arellanos. Even though he knew exactly what the family would do to the informants. They’d have to stop building bridges in Mexico to hang people from. He showed up in Tijuana to clean up Rebollo’s mess and gone ahead and made his own.

Still, she was never part of the deal. But he could guess how that happened. In some boardroom meeting he conveniently wasn’t present for, somehow “journalist” and “informant” got conflated. They were wise not to include him. Not only would he not have agreed, he would’ve ensured not a single one of them made it out of there on two feet and breathing.

So, is this what it’s like watching the boulder come crashing down the mountain for the hundredth? Thousandth? Millionth time?

Carrillo’s face fell with understanding. “But I can’t lose you.”

“Sí, pero lo tienes que hacer. You have work to do. Because I love you. And you love me. And you owe me. And,” she rolled her tongue along the inside of her cheek, and then flashed a dangerous smile, “I want you to burn the whole motherfucking thing to the ground.”

Then, cradling the back of his neck with both hands, she leaned in, lips christening him on the forehead, each of his eyelids, the tip of his nose, coming to a close at his own. There was a finality to the kiss that made him dig in deeper as if he could hold her here without lifting a finger, an urgency she returned so fiercely, when they broke away both their lips were swollen and flushed. Not without passion, but it wasn’t carnal so much as the pure desperation of goodbye.

“Going after those pinshe shingamadres is the least you can do.” He hadn’t even registered tears at his eyes until she brushed one with her thumb that had escaped down onto his cheekbone and mused, “After all, you are the reason I’m dead.”

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Slapped with a blast of air, his whole body jolted back to life, as he came to in a cold sweat, ceiling fan taunting him from above while he gasped for air and shivered against the damp sheets. He was so used to waking up violently like this, it didn’t even scare him anymore. Confused him a little, maybe. But reassurance was quick to follow and his breathing slowed as he relaxed, because ah, yes, he knew how to deal with the nightmares now.

Like clockwork, he reached for his life preserver, turning and throwing his arm over to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel the warmth of her back, her shoulders, hear her steady breathing next to him. But his hand sailed straight through empty air and landed on the cold, vacant spot of the mattress instead.

He almost doubled over. Pain unlike anything.

Worse than when Trujillo first delivered the news to him in his office. Much worse. The perpetual renewal of shock that this was real and the place in that dingy room in his head was not, only sharpened the blow each time. But he deserved to be wounded and wounded like this over and over again. After all, he was responsible, she was right about that.

She wasn’t here to help him with the nightmares anymore. Now, she only lived in his.

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taglist: @narcosfandomdiscord @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc @narcolini

[sovereignspades]

Hiii!! :33

I decided to make ur Cuphead version of the AU (the reinked & Egg AU I supposed) as human (atleast in my human kind-of-version SJSJS), SORRY IF IT DOESNT MATCH HIM OR IT LOOKS OOC IDK MUCH ABOUT HIS PERSONALITY BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT 😭😭. The bottom three is just him in a bunch of different hairstyles since I can’t decide :<<. Also where can I read all of ur AU’s? I’m really invested in them :D.

aaaaaa!!!! omg these are so nice thank youuu :D!!!!! I like all the styles tbh xDD all of them probably fit Oh! For the aus I have currently, you can now find them under their au tag like '#egg au' for example :3 There isn't a whole lot posted for them lol xD But! Here is the list of them :3! All the links should send you to the beginning of all of the stuff I've drawn for them so far

Cult of Ink au Reinked - technically, but you can actually find it here @babtqftim-reinked it's an continuation i'm working on with two other friends Coraline au Egg au Actor au

more aus will probably be made lol, making aus is funnnn

[irritablepoe]

the last year of college is always a terrifying experience i’m sending you strength and hugs 🥹🥹 also it’s okay i promise you’re not failing 🫶 i know it’s easier said than done (i’ve been there) but there’s really no pace 🥹 we’re all just screwing around and yolo-ing everything. also life is just beginning 🥹

(was this overstepping?? i hope not sjsjs you can choose to ignore the ask if you want to 🥹)

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💜💜💜💜 thank you so much, this means a whole lot to me and you're not overstepping at all, it's always nice that not everyone is like "you have to speed run university" (I mean it's mostly myself that has set that standard for myself and just stressing out bc of it yk🥲)

Giving you lots of hugs and kisses zai, this is very kind of you💜🥺

[magicalara]

heres some persona favs from the manga and also some complimentary cheshire grelle because shes literally perfect i didnt know if i shouldve rbed or submitted and ask so i hope an ask is ok also yes i love that tag lmao you can use it (ik some of the manga panels have dialog still in them, im p sure when i tooked those pictures i didnt remove the dialog cuz i liked it)

I saw this and I went 😍😍 bc that's my wife right there and I love her

These two are just fucking gdhsjavshajab she's hot she's just like bro it's my turn now move out the way william sebastian whoever else she deserves better than you men (angelina can stay but that's all)

Grelle's so cute I could talk about her all day and the impact that she's had on me since I started looking at black butler those months ago. Cheshire grelle is one of the only reasons I go back to watch the Ciel in wonderland ova too she's so funny sjsjs

Thank you for the pictures, I love them 🥰

[vettelsvee]

this is such an unimportant question but I need to know

kiss marry kill; seb, oscar, lewis

also loveee your fics, you're my fav author here :3 🤍🤍

THIS IS SO DIFFICULT OH MY GOD 😭 but realistically (and hope none of you cancel me lmao): marry seb (met the man, i can confirm he’s exactly as nice as you see in the videos, smells so good, my mum told me she’d like to have someone like him as a son-in-law lmao), kiss oscar (and maybe date him, he’s just a year older than me and literally my type) and i have to kill lewis (i’ve been having mixed feelings with him since the last gp where they disqualified george but… i’ll leave it there)

and thank you so much! happy you like my fics omg that’s such a huge compliment 😭 i’m surrounded by very talented authors here and i bet some of them are much better than me! sjsj i really need to learn to take compliments (i have truly felt this way since i was a kid, like seb when he was a kid and said he got his trophy destroyed) 😭

[jung-koook]

Hello Sky, I hope you are having a lovely day 💜 I have a gifmaking question. I would love to create a moving banner/header (idk how to call it, the pic above the icon jsjs) for my blog. Now I wanted to know if I have to look out for any specifics like size of the banner, what format I have to export it as, if there is a data size limit to it. I'm a total noob what gif-banner making is concerned so that task will be an adventure sjsjs. Thank you so much for your help if you decide to spend time on my lil questions 💜

omggg, do you want to make a gif banner like mine? the size I always use is 640x380. the size limit should be 10mb but tumblr doesnt always accept banners that come close to that size so you'll have to test it. I can try to help you more privately if you want more of my help ♡

and this is the setting I use to save my gifs

thank you ♡ I hope you're having a lovely day/night too ♡♡♡♡