#i love writing i just kind of forget about everything that isn’t placed in front of me regularly

[4e7her]

OK SO

i just made myself a huge like masterlist p much in discord with all my fics in it. i’ll need to put tumblr stuff in it too later but THE HOPE IS. that since i will be able to easily scroll through all of it. (google docs mobile is hell and i usually write on my phone) i will actually be able to SEE ALL MY FICS. and not forget about what i am working on.

i’m also keeping track now of what i currently want to work towards and what i have in my inbox over here. before i was kinda just checking every so often and then forgetting and then checking and then forgetting etc

WITH ANY LUCK. this will mean more consistent posting. i CANNOT promise anything because i am a human and thus flawed. BUT I WOULD LIKE TO GO BACK TO WRITING MORE.

i have five twstober prompts left to write and eight requests in my inbox and then i will open requests again. i will NOT be hosting any request EVENTS for the near future - twstober will be the only event i am planning on regularly participating in. i would like to instead focus more on my full fics and my ocs as they bring me very much joy. please ask me about my ocs i will love you forever /platonic. i will also add something to my request rules for asks about ocs because i will take any and all excuses to talk about them

CHEERS I HOPE THIS WORKS BROS. I NEED TO GET A WHITEBOARD OR SMTH FOR A REMINDER IN MY PHYSICAL SURROUNDINGS TOO FOR MY BRAIN

[lovelookspretty]

what would you do for love?

exboyfriend!rafe cameron x obsessed!exgirlfriend!reader

— in which y/n spirals into a possessive obsession over her ex-boyfriend rafe. she quietly pulls the strings from the shadows, creating accidents, bribing others, and doing whatever it takes to maintain control—believing she is the only one truly capable of loving him.

warnings: y/n acting like a subtle joe goldberg asf😭, drinking, smoking, y/n missing rafe

authors note: potential series??? THIS COULD BE ITS PROLOGUE. idk much about sofias background so i cant write out a full length “dive” on her like joe would in you, but ill do what i can!! im not abandoning “waking up to you” though, just trying to figure out ideas for how to play out the rest of the week ‘til the end LMFAOOO

if u are interested in being part of the tag list, please let me know through replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !! notifications are always on <33

next

you’re rummaging through your drawers, tossing clothes to the side in a desperate search for something that feels right. it’s one of those nights—some random party you’re not really excited for but can’t help going to because, well, everyone’s going. the young adults of the island, at least.

another night of sloppy, underage drinking, messy hookups, and pointless fights breaking out over nothing, the kind of chaos that seems to thrive in a place like this. you don’t even know whose party it is, but that hardly matters.

you’ve already pulled out a pile of tops, but none of them feel like the one. too tight, too loose, too boring, not the vibe. they’re scattered across your bed now as you dig deeper, hoping that the perfect top is somehow hiding at the very bottom. and that’s when your fingers brush against something familiar, soft yet slightly worn—his hoodie.

you freeze for a second, your hand gripping the fabric, and a wave of something bittersweet washes over you. you didn’t even remember it was still there, shoved in the farthest corner of the drawer like you were trying to forget about it. but now it’s right in front of you, and just holding it feels like opening an old wound.

it’s rafe’s hoodie. as in your ex-boyfriend’s hoodie. the one he never asked for after you broke up. it’s stupid, probably, keeping it like this, but a part of you always thought that meant something.

back then, you’d convinced yourself that him not asking for it back was a sign. like he was telling you, in some unspoken way, that it wasn’t really over. that he still wanted you to hold on, just for a little longer. you’d held onto that hope longer than you should’ve.

because now, things are different. you’ve seen him around the island, his arm draped around another girl, a pogue, of all people. the whole thing feels like a bad joke, doesn’t it? rafe cameron, the toxic kook from figure eight, running around with some girl from the cut.

you wonder what her deal is. maybe she’s living out some kind of romeo and juliet fantasy. is that it, rafe? is that what you’ve become—her tragic love story? maybe she’s the kind of girl who romanticizes the idea of being with someone she isn’t supposed to, thinking she’s special because she got him.

the thought makes you frown, a bitter taste rising in the back of your throat. she doesn’t even know him like you do. she doesn’t know the way his mind works, doesn’t know what he’s like when the charm fades, when he’s spiraling, when everything he tries to hold together starts to fall apart.

without thinking, you pull the hoodie closer, burying your face in it. his scent still lingers faintly in the fabric—his cologne. that familiar, warm smell that used to make you feel safe, even when things between you were anything but. it’s been a while since you broke up, but the cologne is still there, still clinging to the material like it’s holding on, just like you are.

you wonder if he still wears it. maybe he sprays it on for his new girl now. maybe she pulls his hoodies around herself the way you used to, breathing him in, thinking she’s the only one who gets to do that now. the thought actually makes your chest ache.

you blink a few times, your throat tight, and gently lower the hoodie back down to your lap. i miss you, you think, but the words never make it past your lips. they just hang there, heavy and silent, as you stare down at the hoodie, wishing things had ended differently.

eventually, you pull the drawer all the way open and spot a shirt hiding beneath where the hoodie had been—it’s perfect for tonight. you pick it up, placing it on the edge of the drawer, but your fingers linger on the hoodie for a moment longer. then, with a quiet sigh, you fold it back up, tucking it away into the corner of the drawer once more. out of sight but never really out of mind.

you shove everything else back in, trying to get rid of the clutter, both in your room and in your head. it’s just another party, another night to pretend everything’s fine. but the hoodie still sits there, waiting, like it always has.

you’re waiting as your friend pours you a drink, eyes drifting over the skatepark around you. the party is in full swing—some are crowded around ramps, a few on their boards showing off, others slouched on graffiti-covered benches, their laughter mixing with the pounding bass.

when your friend hands you the cup, you take it with a nod, cruising through the crowds as you chat. your gaze flicks from group to group—people are either dancing, downing drinks, or getting a little too close in the shadows. you’re only half-focused on the conversation as you weave between the bodies.

you end up hanging by a ramp, watching as a few people race to shotgun their drinks. it’s messy and ridiculous, the kind of thing you can’t help but get pulled into. someone challenges you, and before you know it, you’re joining in. you win—barely—but not without nearly choking yourself in the process, coughing and laughing at the same time. sure, you won, but at what cost? still, it’s funny enough to have you and your friends laughing about it after.

while your friends mess around, you drift away from the noise, leaning back against the railing near the top of the ramp. your phone dangles loosely in your hand, and you’re resting your head on one of your friend’s backs as they chatter on. you don’t really need to be involved in the conversation—it’s comfortable just being there.

you find yourself staring at your phone screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard as you type out a quick message: hey.

it’s to rafe. of course, it is. and you know it’s dumb, you know you shouldn’t send it, but for some reason, everything in you wants to. even though it won’t do anything, even though he’s probably not even thinking about you right now.

you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, hesitating for a beat longer before closing the app. you’re not gonna send it. you know you wouldn’t have anyway, you were just seeing if you’re drunk enough to go through with it. not this time. maybe another. maybe never. with a sigh, you turn your phone off and shove it into your pocket, trying to push the thought away.

but just then, there’s a commotion at the edge of the park, some people turning to look. a new car’s pulled up, headlights cutting through the dark, and as the doors open, your stomach drops.

yeah, of course, it’s him. rafe steps out, and your eyes lock onto him immediately. he’s got his girl by his side, and the sight alone makes you want to tilt your head back and groan. but instead, you just watch, waiting, seeing what they’ll do.

rafe moves through the crowd easily, that infamous smile on his face, flashing it at anyone who bothers to look. he looks . . . happy, which is great for him, really. it’s nice, or whatever. but as your gaze follows him, watching the way he’s moving with her, there’s a part of you that’s almost relieved. because no matter how content he looks, he doesn’t look happier. not happier than he did when he was with you. and somehow, that’s enough.

“don’t look now,” one of your girl friends mutters as she approaches, her voice low and careful. her back is to the rest of the party, which includes rafe and sofia, not that they’d even glance your way.

“you’re too late,” you say, leaning back against the railing, gripping it with a small smile. normally, you’d be dropping dead right about now, but if you did that, your friend would worry. and really, you’re not bothered. or at least, not too bothered.

“they look good together,” you add casually, waving a hand toward the crowd where rafe and sofia stand. you’re trying to sell it, trying to convince your friend that this is all good with you.

your friend gives you a skeptical look, her brow raised, and you nod, like you’re insisting she believe you. “i’m serious,” you tell her. “they’re perfect for each other.”

she rolls her eyes and glances over her shoulder to check them out herself, hand on her hip as she grimaces. “yeah, she’s perfect if he’s into . . .” she trails off, eyeing sofia's outfit—one of those looks where it’s obvious rafe bought the clothes for her, but none of it quite fits her style. “knock-off country club chic?”

it’s not that funny, but the resemblance is a little accurate. “stop,” you murmur, nudging her. you can’t help the faint smile that pulls at the corner of your lips as you lift your cup, pretending to hide it by taking a sip.

your friend's not wrong, and she catches the smirk you’re trying to hide. “told you,” she teases, a grin spreading across her face as you take the joint from her hand.

inhaling deeply, you let the smoke linger in your lungs before you exhale it in a slow, straight line. as the haze clears, your eyes fix on rafe and sofia, standing together in the middle of the skatepark. your face softens, the humor from earlier fading like something inside you has switched off. no more laughing, no more games.

just them.

just her.

you take sofia in for what she is—pretty. sure, you can give her that. you understand why rafe might’ve been drawn to her at first. she’s the kind of girl who stays close to him, like she’s tethered, like she can’t stand alone unless rafe has to excuse himself. and when he leaves, she fades into the background. disappears.

you watch her now, standing awkwardly off to the side while rafe talks to someone, looking small, unimportant. oh. interesting.

she must like attention. no, not attention, rafe’s attention. she clings to it like it’s the only thing that makes her visible. and yeah, she’s done up nice—dressed in new clothes, no doubt bought with rafe’s money. she cleans up well for a pogue.

but there’s something about the way she fidgets, like her skin doesn’t quite fit right in the fabric. you can tell she’s not used to it, this life. it’s too big for her. she’s nervous, uncomfortable, trying to blend in with the kind of people who were born into this world.

and her smile. you can see it from here, that ‘just to be kind’ smile. practiced, polite. probably something her parents taught her. good for her, really. that’s good.

she works at the pelican yacht club, doesn’t she? you live right by it. the idea that she works so close to your home, that rafe goes by your house just to see her . . . it makes your stomach twist.

she’s short, shorter than most. short hair, short bangs, and so this relationship will be short too.

just a phase. it has to be. or you’ll make it.

whatever it takes.

early tags: @iissza @lotuslovers @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @yootvi @skyslowalking @ariiwritess @beebeerockknot

[anticanonsposts]

Early flirting/relationship things

(I'm just thinking out loud)

SFW:

i feel like when you first start to flirt with him he is kind of oblivious

talking to you already makes him so nervous so I think if you were intentionally being flirty he would already be so nervous that he wouldn’t notice

when you two do officially start going out…

he tends to make very prolonged eye contact when talking to you

especially when you guys go on more ‘traditional’ restaurant style dates 

like his eyes would NOT leave you 

defo from the beginning he pays for EVERYTHING 

even when he doesn’t fucking get anything

one time he invited you for coffee and pastries, you got there, and he didn’t order anything…

he said oh no I’m not hungry but like he wasn’t being rude, he wasn’t doing it for any other reason

but he still insisted on paying 

(he really just wanted an excuse to see you and used food) 

idk why but I feel like at the beginning he would be a little cautious about eating around you

i just feel like sometimes with social anxiety, eating in front of people can be more difficult

so i feel like he would eat a more ‘normal’ amount/portion instead of his normal much bigger amount

but his stomach would give him hell so usually after he took you out to lunch or something, on the drive home or wherever you were going next he’d ask if you wanted to stop somewhere for a ‘snack’ 

then he would eat a whole other meal 

he kept doing this until you were ordering at a restaurant once and you just touched his arm and said ‘is that all you want? Get more if you’re hungry babe’ 

and he realized he wasn’t as slick as he thought 

from then on he’s just your human garbage disposal 

any time you have left overs you don’t want, already taken care of 

considering he isn’t from the US (this only applies ig if y’all are living in the US) 

i always see people from the states go on vacation in other places and they lose weight because the food is better quality/better for you/less banned ingredients lol anywhere outside of the U.S.

i think the reverse would happen for König

one thing about him, guy likes to eat

so I think when he first comes here he’s a little overwhelmed by all of the snack/food options and would gain a decent amount of weight 

also regardless of where you guys live/where you are from/your heritage I think he would love learning about your cultural foods and your favorite foods, he would want to try everything 

not food related…

before moving in together, the guy would get so giddy whenever you spent the night with him

especially when you would forget or leave stuff at his house

it would brighten his day when you aren’t there and he sees something of yours, like a body care product, a perfume (which he would defo steal/hide forever), or a piece of clothing

in the most wholesome way possible, he would love being in bed with you 

just being cozy and feeling your body against his 

he would also start sleeping better the more you guys slept together 

i honestly don’t think he’s super picky about cuddle position, as long as you two are wrapped around each other in some way, he doesn’t give a fuck <3

NSFW: MDNI!!!

things that i think definitely happen before you guys’ first time together…

literally googles ‘how to eat pussy’

idk if I headcanon him as a virgin or not, considering I like to write about mid 20s him, more likely??

for sure he doesn’t have much relationship experience, like bullied, then 17 joined the military, not much opportunity there

but sex, maybe he’s had sex before, but either way would be really nervous about pleasing you 

first time together he really wants you to lead the way but honestly

he gets super into it very quickly and just gets obsessed with how you feel

basically devours your face and neck with his mouth 

when he is finally able to pull himself away he eats you out for so fucking long

at least 3 orgasms with is mouth/hands because he is nervous and making you cum makes him less nervous and because let's face it….dude has a third leg

he wants to make sure you are prepped enough that he won’t cause any discomfort 

i think he would be very attentive to facial expressions and body language during sex, so when you looked a little nervous after seeing how big he was he rushed to comfort you but you just said-

‘don’t worry, I’ll make it fit’ which ngl besides the amount of concern he had for you made him even more flustered 

i also think this man is just vocal in general, but ESPECIALLY at the beginning 

partly bc he wanted you to know it felt good but also because it was just so overwhelmingly good 

[yournightmary]

i feel like toxic!ellie williams is good for angst or like ex! ellie williams, i luv ur writing !

Toxic!Ellie HCs

content warning:: fem!reader, modern!AU, mentions of being drunk/high, cheating, manipulation i guess? just anything you can expect from toxic!Ellie.

AN:: Lowkey inspired by the song below. (sorry if you have to search up a translation)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who at first seems like a really nice person, maybe even too nice. She makes you feel like your life is a movie for like, the first few months and then everything goes to shit.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who is very much a gaslighter. You saw her hanging out with some girl? No you didn’t. You glanced at her phone when she got a ‘come over;)’ notification from an unsaved number? Babe it’s just some spam shit, you know that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who forbids you from going out without her, while she goes out alone all the time. Yeah, alone…

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who can cry on command. Every time you guys argue she realizes she’s in the wrong midway through the fight and just starts crying. Not in a bawling her eyes out way, just letting out enough tears for you to feel bad and welcome her back into yours arms.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who texts you that she wants to talk something out only to come over and reek of alcohol, maybe even weed. Probably just falls asleep on your couch and by the time you wake up she’s already gone.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who has called you from jail multiple times, full on begging you to bail her out. You always tell her that ‘it’s the time’ but come on, you know it’s not.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who never forgets about your birthday/anniversary. No matter how much you guys fight (or how many times she cheated on you), she’ll always be standing in front of your door with your favorite flowers. And probably weed so you’ll be at least a little relaxed when you notice the hickeys on her neck.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who always places her phone with the screen facing down. She has you on her wallpaper though, so… that’s a win.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who says that kissing isn’t cheating if she doesn’t love the other person. That only applies to her, of course. If you even try to do something like that she’ll be throwing fists.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who got your name tattooed as an apology. In a really visible place too, maybe on her cheekbone or something like that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who lets other girls flirt with her just to make you jealous. Definitely gives them her number too.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who is the biggest domesticity hater. No making breakfast with her, no going shopping together, no nothing.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who will always pick you up or drive you no matter what- well, if she isn’t drunk or high. So not that often. She tries though:)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who steals gets you expensive jewelry for your birthday. And as an apology for ghosting you for almost a week straight. Kill two birds with one stone, right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who loves to call you ‘her girl’, even if she has very serious commitment issues. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t even ask you to be her girlfriend- or give your relationship any kind of label.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who kind of takes you for granted. She knows that no matter what she can always come back to you, even if it results in another screaming match.

I love that song, literally my guilty pleasure.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hey! Would you mind if I requested headcanons for fnf Pico x reader who's a punk rocker/metal head? Thanks!

Pico With A Punk Rocker/Metalhead Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

First time writing for this ginger fucker. Absolutely love this man. Hope you enjoy reading this. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ⚠️Mentions Of Shooting/Murder + Smoking⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Pico

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by vertiiyy on Twitter + Banner by zeminkat on Pinterest

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- I like to think that Pico is kind of into punk rock music/metalhead music but not by a lot . Obviously he isn’t going to judge someone who does listen to them, he isn't a judgmental person. I just think he prefers more rapper style music than anything else but he has listened to at least a few songs of the genre. That being said, he actually thinks you're really badass. Just everything is badass about you. He thinks your way cooler than him in certain ways but he doesn’t really express it because he’s just not that expressive with his emotions.

- He’s honestly really interested in you. Even if he isn’t that much of a metal head or punk rocker himself he’s interested in your opinions about it. He’d be more than willing to just listen to what you like by slyly asking you questions that will lead into the topic, finding ways to subtly hint about it and just hear you just talk your heart out about your favourite artist. Honestly it does put a smile on his face when seeing you rant about it. Even things you don’t like about it he doesn’t mind.

- In terms of your looks with your style is punk rock or metal head he also thinks it’s pretty cool. Though it isn’t his style he thinks you pull it off really well. I mean he really can’t judge since his outfit is kind of basic but regardless he definitely compliments you on yours in his own way but it’s in a way that you can tell that he actually does mean it and isn’t being sarcastic or anything.

- If he ever hears that someone is making fun of you due to your style you can beat he’ll deal with it. He’ll most likely shoot them on sight not even giving a chance to explain or him confronting them. He doesn’t even think about it nor does he care even if he does think about it. If they talk shit about you, boom! A bullet to the head. He just ignores the surprised looks from everyone else if he did it around other people. But if he does do it in front of you he apologizes for it.

- I don’t know why but I like to imagine just the two of you just having a smoke session while zoning out listening to the music the both of you like. I think it’s actually canon that he smokes weed/marijuana so sometimes he just calls you and asks if he can come over to yours then just brings some weed and takes you to smoke. You two don’t even have a conversation. Sometimes you two are so zooted that you forget to talk. I mean some words are uttered here and there but except for that the only noise that can be heard is the music.

- If there was a concert including a band you liked he'd probably find a way to get you a place to go there. It doesn’t really matter if he’s dirt poor even if he has to steal it from someone he will. He just wants to put a smile on your face. If you offer for him to join he’ll act like he doesn’t have much of a choice and agree but honestly he kind of wants to use this as an excuse to hang out with you. Even if it’s something you like and he isn’t that much of a fan of it.

- Adding on to the previous point, if he finds something like an album or merchandise of a said band you like and he knows you don’t have it he’ll get it for you. Again it doesn’t matter if he’s dirt poor and has to steal it. If you want it he’ll get it. Maybe he’ll listen to the album with you or if you suggest it maybe find matching merchandise the two of you can wear that he only wears when hanging out with you or when the two of you are going to a concert. He is kind of bothered if someone teases him about it but if it’s for you he’ll put up with it.

- Overall, he’s actually really supportive of you even if he doesn’t directly show it. He will find his own way to show that he cares about you.

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[douceurrrr]

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

parings: damian “dame” anderson x creed!reader

summary: you reconnect with your brother’s childhood friend and you childhood lover, that you got disconnected from when he went to jail. turns out he’s got finer over the years.

warnings: SMUT, cursing, angst, unedited, talking about jail, spitting, manhandling, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, porn wit plot, mentions of jail, doggy, spitting, manhandling, squirting, critiquing the script a lil, POSSIBLE CREED III SPOILERS!

a/n: ouu child I HAD to get to work after seeing creed III

You watch the ring as Felix Chavez and some other dude fight eachother. you watch the movements of both of them and you noticed that Felix can never be beaten. “he’s good, isn’t he.” your brother says from beside you with his arms crossed, studying the fighters. “definitely.” you nodded your head. suddenly your brother get a phone call. “m’gonna go take this.” he says before leaving the gym, you nodded.

after a while your brother hasn’t came back in the gym so you started to get worried and headed out the the door to check on him and that’s when your saw Adonis talking to some guy who was leaning against his car. “um who’s this donny?” you questioned, Adonis just shrugged while looking at the man. the man smirked when you reach his eyesight. “y’all don’t remember me?” he smirked. you and Adonis looked at him more closely and it clicked in your brain. “dame?” you and your brother spoke in surprise. his smirk became even wider until you noticed he was just looking at you, your face became hot.

you and damien had some history back in the day. you used to be his girlfriend, he was madly in love with you. the relationship was like a hood fairytale until one day you got a phone call that damian got locked up, it ruined everything and your mom thought it would’ve been better if you and adonis just forget him, damien never wrote to you anyways but you did and kept doing until it was just useless.

the tears in your eyes was threatening to fall as you look at the man that was right in front of you, you thought you were never going to see him again.

“h-how have you been?” you hesitated, crossing your arms making your tits squeeze together which damien instantly noticed. “oh I’ve been straight, you know. aside from being locked in the cell I’ve been good.” he nodded, looking down at your cleavage every five seconds. “oh that’s what’s up.” your brother says awkwardly, not really knowing what to say, you did either.

“well I’ll see you around.” damien says while walking away and so did you but you didn’t want him to leave so soon.

“hey” you called, he turns around with a nod. “would you want to get a bite to eat with me? that’s if your not busy or anything.” you bite your lip, hoping you didn’t come off as weird and awkward as you felt. he smiles at you as he looks you up and down before replying. “yeah sure, sweetheart.” he replied. sweetheart. you replayed the nickname in your head over and over again.

-

meanwhile you took damien to your favorite place to eat which surprised damien, there was a lot of common people there, he thought you were going to take him to a fancy restaurant. “I’m surprised you still come here and eat with the common folk.” he says.

“I mean yeah i’m not a hot shot or anything, I try to do this as much as I can.” you shrug, picking up a fry and eating it. when you looked away for a moments it was a perfect opportunity for damien to examine you, you look the same when you two were kids but more mature and “developed” *smirk*.you look back over to see damien looking at you. “what?” you grinned. “nothing y’just haven’t changed that’s all.” he replied with a little grin, but it wasn’t any kind of grin it was a lustful kind of grin.

“you know, I would write to you all the time.. I guess you never got ‘em.” he says before eating another french fry. your breath hitched after him saying that, you thought he was just ignoring you. damien took some time to admire you some more.

you start to get nervous underneath his stare, looking down at your lap. “don’t get all nervous now, sweetheart.” there goes that name again, sweetheart. dame smirked as he knew what kind of effect he had on you. you were starting to get anxious, “okay dame, my place or yours?” you asked with you leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

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“you don’t know how long I wanted to do this.” you moaned as damien’s lips travel the valley of your neck as he walks you over to your bed then forcefully pushing you down on the bed before climbing on top of you. He began to unzip your pants while you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in your black-laced panties and bra, you covered yourself in embarrassment. “don’t hide yourself.” he says before pulling your arms and pushing them down by your head. he kisses you again, more sloppier than before. his hands travel down your panties and yanks them down.

he levels down to you cunt. “so fucking wet” after he finished his sentence, he spit onto your clit them licked a wide strip up your entire pussy. from the bottom and all the way to your aching clit. making out with bud messily before sucking it, you let out a broken sob as he tongue flicks over your clit. “you like that, babygirl?” he mumbled, when you didn’t answer he slapped you thigh making you yelp. “yes!” you nodded, biting your lip, his tongue felt like ecstasy on your throbbing clit, desperate for him to make you cum over and over again. the only sounds in the room were your loud whines and whimpers and the squelching sounds of dame sucking and licking at your clit.

“h-holy shit” you mewled brokenly once you came in his mouth. he didn’t even give you chance to calm down and starting taking off his pants so you started to unclip your bra. then he flips you over making you squeal in surprise. he ran his leaking cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“fuck just put it in alre-”

he smacked your ass, shoving his length into you, forcefully. you yelped loudly, causing him to cover your mouth with his big-veiny hand, knowing your neighbor probably heard that. “shut your pretty mouth.” he grunts as he began to thrust. the bed began to squeak, matching his powerful thrusts.

he grabs onto your hair causing your back to arch more as you mewl in euphoria. “fucking missed this wet pussy, I know you missed me too huh?” dame says as his hips and the feeling of his abs hits your ass in the right angles. “mm yes fuck I missed you.” you barley replied, he chuckled.

you began to feel the knot in your stomach pulse as he speeds up his thrust. “fuck! m’gonna-” your moans cut you off as you came all over dame’s cock making him come over the edge as well. he flops over on the bed next to you as you scooted over in his inviting arms, underneath the covers

“you know, I never thought I would ever see you again.” you spoke, drawing invisible circles in his abs. he tensed at the subject. “yeah well in here now and I wanna finish what we started.” dame replied. “finish what?” you asked.

“I still love you y/n ever since we were kids I still loved you.” he confessed. you smile at his words. suddenly you leaned up from the bed and straddled him making his hand come up to your hips. “well I wanna start this.” you smirk. he chuckles and shakes his head. “well don’t start something you won’t finish, girl.” he says, caressing your hips.

“oh don’t worry, I’ll finish.”

[aliesther-eistein]

Oh bloody hell! Here, in Elden Ring fandom, I feel completely lost and furious.

I am not new to FromSoftware games. I enjoy death. I enjoy defeat. I am getting fucking excited when characters I love suffer, when I have no choice but to give them death. Damn, those games are full of despair, loss, guilt, they’re build on situations when you (or someone else) have no other choice but to become a murderer, and sometimes murder is a mercy. Well, mostly it is.

So, you see, those games are dark, and most of characters we love are involved into terrible things. Still, we love them. And you know why? Because they have their reasons to do so.

And I just can’t understand, what one certain kind of people are doing here and when did this shit start?

“I know he’s a war criminal, I know that his past is not an excuse for him, but I still love him…”

Why the fuck are you writing this?

Firstly, why the fuck you are searching for damn excuses for you being a fan of some characters?

Secondly, why the fuck you are telling me that “his past is not an excuse”?

Sometimes yes, it’s not. But sometimes it certainly is. Yes, I am talking about Messmer.

Marika being a horrible mother, betraying, abandoning him, is not an excuse for him to commit genocide, BUT the things Hornesent did and kept on doing to her people is a fucking excuse for him to burn all of them into the ashes, and I will never understand those of you, who tell me otherwise.

Like, guys, just how you imagine it?

Your people, your kind, damn, your very home, everyone who was around your mother, around you for the whole of your youth are getting fucking slaughtered just for being them. They die a horrible death in front of your eyes, and your mother could be just next. Do you know how it feels when you understand that every day could be last day for your family, your beloved ones, your village? Do you know how it fucking feels when all around you die?

I tell you: you will never forgive this. When you see this massacre with your own eyes, when you know you or your mother are the ones to die next, you will do everything you can for it to happen NEVER FUCKING AGAIN.

When you see your people mutilated just for who they are, all you can think about is revenge and the most horrible death for ones who done this to you and your kind. In this situation you don’t need excuses to take the spear, impale and burn them all, enjoying their screams, cuz they simply deserve this.

It’s kinda popular nowadays to believe that every conflict or war have both sides being wrong, but you know, in real wars there is always one side who starts that goddamn war. And mostly this side is, you know, wrong. In case of Messmer this side is Hornesents. Marika and Messmer are ones being attacked in the first place, and they have their right to answer this aggression and stop this damn genocide of their people ones and forever. Isn’t it just… obvious, no?

I don’t get it. Why are you trying to be so… kind and allforgiving? Why are you trying to understand both sides when there’s simply nothing to understand? Finally, why the fuck are you trying to judge characters of those games from the position of modern western society and so? Even nowadays, right fucking now, there are people fighting for their home, encircled by enemies, with their families lost for months in the depth of nowhere. They have been fighting for their very existence for centuries. We have been. Will you tell those people to forgive, forget and “both sides are always wrong in every war”?

Oh, I forgot, it’s Tumblr, so you will. Of course you will. Ban me right now. I am full of grief and desire your hatred.

This post wasn’t only about Elden Ring.

[jigujellee]

(gif creds: kimlipz)

YOUR VOICE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND -> while helping yunjin write her new song, you realize that there's more to her than her loud goofball self.

yunjin x 6th member!reader FLUFF >> word count: 1.4k warnings: none bc fluff is meant to be soft and gushy

a/n: here's me apologzing for the yunjin angst <3 to avoid any confusion - this is NOT a prequel to "love the way you lie" nor is it related in any way; this is its own thing where reader and yunjin are happily together bc they deserve it; enjoy soft and whipped y/n while i try to get angsty again

even with the water running, kazuha and eunchae could be heard in the background, giggling at whatever they were watching on the older girl’s phone.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t help you tonight y/n. i’ll do the dishes tomorrow okay?” your leader says as she magically emerges from her bedroom and immediately snakes her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“i don’t mind cleaning up unnie, it’s really okay” chaewon hums in response while you place the last bowl on the dish rack to dry.

“where’s yunjin unnie?”

“in her room. i think she’s writing again”

you smile at the thought of your girlfriend trying to write a song. you could easily imagine the way she scrunches her nose while trying to figure out a chord progression, or the way her tongue slightly pokes out as she writes down lyrics in her notebook.

“maybe you should go help her instead of standing here and smiling like a creepy idiot” chaewon interrupts.

“for a moment, i forgot you were here” you joke as you playfully wipe your wet hands on her face.

“ya y/n!! i just did my skincare routine!” she yells while aggressively wiping her face on your shirt, which earned chaewon a playful slap on the shoulder.

once you finish wiping down the counters and tucking in eunchae’s chair (she swears her new year’s resolution is to push in her own chair), you walk towards yunjin’s bedroom. her door is ajar and from where you were standing, you could hear her hum a melody and attempt to strum a few chords. her back is to the door so she’s unaware that you’re leaning against her doorframe, admiring the art that is huh yunjin herself. you watch as she puts her pen down and clears her throat before singing;

it’s kind of shitty isn’t it? not the way we pictured it feels like an existential crisis or am i being dramatic? i wish the world would shut its mouth

“give me space to… sort all this shit out? no that doesn’t sound good” she grunts, and yunjin drops the guitar pick to replace it with her pen, scribbling out what she previously wrote. she sings the same line over and over, and just as she’s about to give up, you finally break your silence and offer a suggestion.

give me space to fucking sort it out?

yunjin’s head immediately turns around, you’re worried it might have given her whiplash. as soon as your eyes meet, you watch a smile grow on her face and you return the gesture with a smile of your own as you walk towards her bed.

“give me space to fucking sort it out,” yunjin tests the way it sounds before continuing on;

like i’m fine, just leave me alone i’m great on my own

you can’t help but stare at yunjin, watching the crinkles on her forehead when she sings and listening to how soft and melodic her voice is.

“honey, you’re staring”

“am i not allowed to admire you, my love?”

“it’s making me shy,” she admits, pink blush slowly painting her cheeks resulting in another smile on your face.

it's rare for yunjin to openly admit when she's shy. though her mbti says she's an introvert, you'd believe she's everything but that when you get to know her. she was a loud goofball most of the time and you absolutely loved her for that. but you also loved her in moments like this; when she’s quiet, focused, and vulnerable. yunjin always felt shy whenever she showed you the songs she wrote, and you’ll never forget about the time she admitted that it feels like she’s naked and bare in front of you when she presents her own creations.

you then realize you don't need to physically touch her to feel close to her - you feel her heart and soul in every word she sings, and you believe it’s the closest you’ll ever be to yunjin.

“helloooo anyone there? looks like someone’s staring again”

“well i think it sounds like an amazing song already” you say, finally breaking out of your daze.

“oh stop it, you’re just saying that because i’m your girlfriend”

“i’m saying it because it’s true. now sing some more, i’ll help with the chords”

now it’s yunjin’s turn to stare as she watches you take her acoustic guitar out of her hands, and grab her electric guitar instead.

“now look who’s staring” you say while plugging the guitar into an amp and start tuning it.

“i’m just lucky to have a girlfriend who’s talented like you”

you never liked to brag about your talent, but yunjin wasn’t lying. you’ve always loved anything and everything to do with music, and you would beg your parents to get you any instrument they could get their hands on - piano, guitar, drums, bass, and even violin. at some point during your trainee days, you even learned how to produce and mix songs. by definition, you were indeed an ace but you didn’t like admitting it and you’d playfully roll your eyes whenever the other members called you their ace.

“just sing darling” yunjin momentarily gushes at the pet name prior to singing, just as you requested.

i don’t know what i’d be doing without you you love who i am cause i don’t care as long as i’m with you i’ll reach for your hand

you couldn’t even bring yourself to try and come up with a chord progression; you wanted to hear that voice over and over for the rest of your life.

along with her heavenly voice, you also admired yunjin’s penmanship. you could tell her lyrics always came from the deepest parts of her heart and after hearing what she just sang, you feel your heart swell - you were just so amazed and proud at what she was capable of doing.

“go again,” and so she did. you asked her to sing about 3 or 4 more times before she realized you weren't even strumming anything.

“baby, are you gonna play or what?”

you chuckled and asked her to sing once more, with you actually playing the guitar this time.

“how was that?” she asks as you two wrapped up the song, and you notice her fidgeting with the corner of the page of her notebook. hearing her ask for feedback brought you back to the days you’d spend by her side while she’d practice before her monthly evaluation. it's a bittersweet memory for they were the moments you cherished the most but were also considered some of the toughest times in your career.

you don’t answer her and instead lean in to kiss her soft lips. of course, she enthusiastically returns the kiss causing her to drop her pen and notebook to wrap her arms behind your neck.

“ew,” says the leader from outside yunjin’s door. “close the door next time, eunchae might see you two,” and you look at yunjin before bursting out into laughter with her.

-

“3, 2, 1!” the staff counts down and the 6 of you blow the candles on the cake they prepared for you.

“happy 100 days to us!” eunchae yells while taking pictures of the cake and the decorations surrounding you.

after posing for pictures, the staff begins to play yunjin’s song through the speakers. everyone, including you, cheers and congratulates her for the release of her own solo song. you make your way towards her and embrace her lovingly, ignoring the sound of your other members fake gagging.

“you made a wonderful song, mahal”

“no, we did” she chuckles.

“you know what i think? we should write another song together and perform it on our wedding day”

yunjin feels her heart burst at the mention of your wedding. although it wouldn’t happen anytime soon, it brings so much excitement and leaves her to wonder what else was in store for the two of you, and also for the group.

she tries to lean in for a kiss but unfortunately, you're torn apart when chaewon and kazuha pull her away to take pictures while eunchae and sakura invite you to start eating the cake. yunjin's song comes to a close as you stare at your members and staff, and you smile as you think about all the memories you’ve made together while looking forward to the future of le sserafim.

but raise your glass, to the story of us.

[3rinbkk]

yoongi’s masterlist 🍊

SERIES

shoot your shot by @yoon2k

genre: smut, fluff.

love lockdown by @personasintro

genre: zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut. summary: it started with a supposed virus all around the world. it continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung

genre: brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au; angst, smut.  summary: “when Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind”.  NOTE: THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC EEEVEEEER,, just wanted to say thank for this beautiful masterpiece <3

cyberslut by @kimnjss

genre: social media au. smut, college au, secret identity, tutoring au, slight themes of infidelity. summary: he has no idea who you are... up front, you're sweet and innocent- but in reality you're the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

ONE SHOTS

your yoongi by @yoongiphoria

genre: fluff and smut. NOTE: i don’t know why i can’t tag you, but i genuinely hope you see this. thanks for your work &lt;3

don’t argue by @yoongiofmine

genre: fluff, smut, idol au, established relationship. summery: after almost six years together, yoongi asked you to move in with him. you’re done packing your whole apartment for the move, and he shows up to make sure your last night at your old place is special. 

so close by @namfinessed

genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fit in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.

yoongi chokes you as a xmas gift by @noteguk

genre: pwp, established relationship.

next door by @personasintro

genre: fluff (?), smut. summary: your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

first love, last love by @kithtaehyung

genre: angst, smut; opposites to lovers, high school/university au. summary: after the most pivotal moment in your life, you never thought you would ever see him again. years later, you cross paths in the last place you ever imagined him to be. was this the universe giving you a second chance? or were yo destined to repeat the same mistakes you fought hard to forget?

sweetener by @taegularities

genre: fwb/kinda enemies to lovers; fluff, smut. summary: you used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place again, this is exactly what happens.

illicit favors by @yoongiofmine

genre: fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au, friends to lovers. summary: when your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your books because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you di when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? you go to your fiend and ask him for help with it.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

can you write something where reader goes to the bear on a date w some asshole who turns out stood you up and made you seem like an idiot for sitting there alone waiting for him to show up for nearly an hour all the while Richie aka FOH rockstar is constantly checking in on you and fuming inside bc how could anyone be so fucking mean and rude to such a perfect girl?!? You end up staying anyways cause you know this reservation was hard to get and you’re not gonna let the restaurant loose money but also obv you’re not gonna leave without trying the food hello…but also cause Mr. FOH rockstar in the nice suit is vvvv charming and you wanna know all about him…..And Richie ends up comping your whole meal and giving you extra dessert <3 and maybe you leave your number on a napkin for him idk

I just know S2 Richie would be such an angel omg ❤️

——

Richie made no comment as he poured you a second glass of wine. He saw you glance at your phone and how your face fell a little at the lack of notifications.

He looked at the empty chair across from you and shook his head just a little in disbelief. You hadn’t ordered anything yet and it had been over an hour since you’d gotten there.

He hated seeing you looking so dejected, especially since he’d already seen your smile directed at him a few times. You seemed so hopeful at the beginning of the night, a lively gleam in your eye.

He’d been extra attentive with you, but tried not to seem too overbearing. The more time passed, the more your shoulders slumped. At some point, you stopped glancing at the front entrance.

He had the biggest urge to punch whatever motherfucker had stood you up and curse him out for being so ungrateful. But instead, he gave you a small smile as you thanked him for the wine, and he decided he was going make sure that the rest of your night was better.

"You know, the chef's special tonight is not one you want to miss," he said, drawing your interest. "An impeccable short rib ragu with pappardelle and pecorino Romano. Pairs real well with what you're drinking, actually."

Your stomach grumbled at his description of the food. You'd been eyeing the dishes people had ordered around you, but you'd denied yourself all of it while you waited. You sighed in resignation, mustering your best smile for him, grateful for his generous attention.

"That sounds lovely, I'll definitely get that," you said, trying to ignore how your eyes were stinging. “Thank you.”

Again, he felt a stab of hatred for that stronzo. He now also felt the urge to kneel down in order to be eye level with you, so he might wipe your tears away if they fell. But of course, there was no way he could fucking do that.

“Comin’ right up,” he said with a wink, striding back into the kitchen.

When he returned, he stalled until you took your first bite so he could see your reaction. Your eyes widened as you hummed in the delight, momentarily forgetting everything else.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” He smiled.

“Oh my God,” you agreed with a nod, smiling a little more genuinely. “You were so right.”

“Only the best of the best for you,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, glancing at his retreating form. You chowed down with gusto, occasionally looking up and meeting his eye across the room. You had to admit he was very handsome, not to mention charming.

You appreciated the fact that he had been so kind to you. Sure, maybe it was all part of his job, but the interest felt genuine to you. Maybe getting stood up wasn’t the worst thing in the world, wounded ego aside.

He brought out a special dessert that he confided was not on the menu, and once more he made your skin tingle slightly with a wink.

By the time you finished, you felt much better than you had in the past two hours. You waved him over to ask for the bill, but he shook his head.

“No bill tonight,” he said, placing a hand against his chest. “It’s all on me.”

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused. “I mean I— I just… really?”

He chuckled. “Yes, of course. As long are you are satisfied and content, that’s all that matters here.”

You blinked, then laughed a little incredulously.

“More than that. I think this might be my new favorite restaurant,” you said. “Do you have pen and paper?”

He pulled out a small notepad and a pen from his back pocket, handing it to you. You wrote down your name and phone number, then doodling five stars underneath.

“I hope this isn’t too forward,” you said coyly, handing it back to him.

“N-not at all,” he beamed, his cheeks growing redder. “I was actually hoping you would.”

——

[wndaswife]

gerri fields headcanons

really good with directions and navigation. when you go out together she’s always the one who has google maps on her phone telling you which train and bus tickets to buy etc

not the best with writing letters, but when writing songs for you, she’s incredibly well-spoken and really, really creative

when watching movies or shows with you, she’s always the most opinionated about infidelity or any other form of betrayal between partners or friends and has gone on several spiels about it while you’re watching with her. she has high standards set on friendships and close relationships and sees them as objective

would definitely help you move a couch into your new apartment (with help) and would also buy the most gorgeous lamp for your living room as a housewarming gift

is really fucking good at super mario kart because she’s had a long history with the game playing with her younger brother and cousins years ago. always chooses either luigi or koopa troopa. she’s good at a lot of board games too, and has beat you in battleship every time you play together

can be very anxious at times and initially feels ashamed and confused by her first panic attack. she considers herself to be a very laidback person who lets things happen as they naturally do, and isn’t completely educated on anxiety. by the time she has a panic attack in front of you due to a stressful situation that’s been eating at her for weeks, she tries her best to level her breathing and tells you that it’ll pass as it’s happened several times prior. you comfort her and have gerri understand that it’s completely normal and not anything to feel ashamed of, and especially that it doesn’t make her weak

has been wanting to get into repairing guitars and finds it really relaxing once she gets into repairing her own. you like to lay on her bed while she sits at her desk repairing some of the guitars from some other guitarists she’s met at local live music performances. i can vividly imagine quiet music playing in the background while you scroll through your phone with gerri sitting across the room at her desk with her hair up while she changes and tunes acoustic guitar strings and occasionally talking with each other or when you want to show her videos on your phone. that goes on for about two hours before gerri gets hungry and you go for a walk to get take out and watch a movie together back home

can be kind of unrealistic at times because she has such a hard time envisioning the future. even with small things like making plans for the following week or a few days away, she feels no urgency to plan and would always rather figure things out as they come, which can sometimes be frustrating as it makes it a little hard to make plans with her. it’s not because she’s lazy or purposefully difficult, but it’s just that gerri is so present-focused that it doesn’t come naturally to her to make any sort of long-term plans

but also, gerri can be a huge dreamer who can at times face difficulty focusing on reality. with some things, she can’t be bothered even trying to imagine a future because she’s just so unconcerned with things that don’t involve the present. but with things she’s passionate about, she can be incredibly idealistic while forgetting the reality of things. it’s admirable though, because gerri can sometimes talk for a very long time about the kind of life she wants to live away from home in an apartment of her own while continuing to play live music, to live in a nice place and can even plan down to the decor in her future living room, but can completely forget things like needing to work in order to be able to reach those things. but you love hearing her dreams and things she’s passionate about so much, and you always indulge in her idealism. she likes that about you too

similarly, gerri is a huge romantic. she loves with everything in her because she knows absolutely no restraint in romance and her dreams

[oharamwah]

what about talking to miguel but only with ur eyes like before he makes a decision he looks at his Fem Spidey S/o and is looking at Reader and is like "u agree with this honey?" And she nods and takes an extended blink to give her approval? And they don't say a thing it's just eye contact! I just think it'd be so cute!! Plis write some headcannons or a drabble I'd really appreciate it! 😭🙏

ଓ — shy and naïve miguel can’t think for himself when he’s overworked.

boyfriend!miguel x fem spidey!reader

contents : early days of spider society, like PRE gabi… miguel dealing with exhaustion + anxiety.

i’m not sure if this is exactly what anon wanted? but i hope you angels like this one as much as i do !!!

august 15th - to be edited

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work

miguel always been one to work til he drops, that’s something that everyone knows. giving up never was and never will be an option for him, although it took him a while to gain such security within himself.

if there’s one person who miguel isn’t ashamed of asking for help from, it’s you, his long term girlfriend. you were dating long before you both became spider.. people. he doesn’t just love you. he trusts your judgement, and trust is a big thing for him. he’s never relied on somebody else’s opinion so much to the point where he’d found himself glancing at them for approval during meetings, yet there you were. sitting cutely in your self designed spidersuit with your legs criss-cross-applesauce as your head tilted while listening to miguel among your other spider-colleagues.

he was extra uncoordinated this morning, feeling a bit nervous as he proposed an idea that had never been attempted before. he was even more unable to concentrate with the lack of sleep and all. this didn’t go unnoticed either, practically everyone in the room looked at him with knitted brows as he placed ums and erms between every sentence. he felt himself growing insecure. his hesitance and exhaustion was showing and it made him feel weak, afraid of never having anyone’s respect. nothing felt right except for looking at you.

you being the only person who wasn’t throwing him a weird stare, sitting comfortably on the chair closest to his.

you who’s lips were pursed together into a flat little smile, one that miguel finds comfort in whenever he comes back from a particularly tiring fight. and your eyes, they were so kind, relaxed. you were listening patiently.

he stuttered the last sentence of his plans, but with a clearing of his throat he concluded his presentation and waited for feedback. well.. mostly your feedback.

his eyes saw nothing else but you, waiting for you to throw him one of your sweet little nods. you weren’t stupid, you knew this. you knew he was feeling a bit stumped that day. and to ensure he wasn’t embarrassed any further, you didn’t say anything. all you did was shut your eyes for a little over a second, slightly scrunching your nose and keeping that smile plastered on your face.

and to top it off, he felt your fingertip gently tapping on his knee before your whole hand was cupped around it, softly squeezing it but just tight enough for him to feel the warmth it emitted.

suddenly the man before you was back to his old self. growing confident in his words, confident that his ideas were logical, ethical. the tired and unsure miguel regained security of himself once again.

##

bonus bit : ♡

by the end of the meeting, everyone else had left the room, immediately forgetting everything miguel said and chatting away with each other. you remained planted in your seat as your eyes fixated on his shoulders. he was standing in front of a whiteboard with his arms crossed and one knee bent, the adjacent foot tapping a steady beat.

“i thought your idea was great, papi.” you said, finally getting up from your seat to place a hand on his shoulder. you could tell he was tense, still a bit upset about the outcome of the meeting.

“i’m not very good at expressing myself.” he said softly.

“you are,” you replied, rubbing up and down on his biceps, “you just need to be more confident miguel. you’re incredible and you know it, they just have to be able to hear it from the back of the room.” you said.

all he could do was turn his head slightly to look at you, and copy paste your signature pursed lip smile. he furrowed his brows tenderly, appreciating your comfort but unable to say it out loud. you knew, though, so you just smiled back.

[vastpotato]

I write a crazed crack theory/hope for The mag protocol at 3 am… you wanna hear it?:):):)

Jon and Martin survived. The plan worked just as Jon had theorized it would. With Jon gone, the tether was cut and the fears sent away. In the explosion, jon was able to protect Martin (his own connection and domain of the Lonely also most likely saved him) and they were sent to another universe (Somewhere Else)(most likely with all the other fears just greatly weakened and on the edges once more)(they never found bodies)

Martin came through in much better space than jon, (because protected by Jon and Lonely powers) still with powers to some degree and now in a new universe, he has no true ties and doesn’t truly care. What he does care about is Jon. Jon has barely survived through his power in the eye. Not even remotely human anymore, Martin knows the only way jon could possibly survive or grow strong enough to Be once more is through the power of stories. He doesn’t want another mag inst again though so he plans carefully. Two men are out looking for a bit of fun and a good place to tell spooky stories. Martin is able to scare them enough into knowing they MUST come back every year or so with new people to share true stories. Martin takes this as a mercy and some kind of hold still on humanity. (Hence why we hear there is no ‘Martin or jon’. Because there isn’t. Not really anymore anyways. Just husks of the men we knew and loved.) they’re not human anymore. Neither of them. Jon practically IS the Beholding now and martins only true link to humanity still now, is because of and through the husk of the man he loves and his want of him back.

In the “huh. Are you still listening?” We can hear that it’s obviously Martin. (Ofc duh, no one could forget the huggable voice) but. The tone has changed slightly. It’s more confidence, you can obviously tell he’s smirking behind the recorder (is that because he knows with the recorders coming back, things are once again set in motion? Or is it that Jon’s finally come back enough to be of interest to the Web once more?) but there’s something coy in his tone. He knows this recorder showing up means something is coming and in his voice seems to have lost the stutter, teddy bear tone in exchange for something much closer to that of a timbre jon took on in s5. Martin now has a confidence to him that we almost never saw in TMA

In TMP we might just see the duo as the villains or fears plaguing the new mcs lives. The crew come in contact with them in some form of way but we now -have- nothing- to -lose duo. They’ve already killed each other, watched their world burn. And all without knowing if what they did and sacrificed was even worth it or did anything. That’s enough there to break any person. But even Martin in the new world-is alone and growing stronger with his own power because of it. He’s bringing stories for Jon to get stronger with. The two are growing in power. Maybe not quickly. But growing nonetheless.

(Please let us see an absolute crazed jon. A jon who hasn’t even truly Been in the world for an unknown amount of time. A jon who’s been driven mad from teetering on the edge of existing and nothingness. A jon who can hear the voice of the man he loves. Heard how he cries out and grows frustrated at his own attempts but can do nothing to soothe him. A jon who’s finally been brought back enough to embrace the one he loves but it’s too late and the man’s grown bitter from his time alone and failed tries. A jon who has had to listen to these mortals blab on and on over things that don’t truly feed him. A jon who had so much power and walked his world as a god only to have fallen so far. A jon who used to be able to See nearly anything and everything at will only to be unable to see his own hands in front of him. A jon who can see the way the love of his life cries for him day after day after day. A jon who was so mighty and all Seeing who now can see nothing. Who is forced to survive off of hearing moments alone. A jon who is so broken by his past actions and unknowing if his own world is safe. If the people he fought so hard for are even alive. A jon who goes mad because he doesn’t Know anything anymore. Give me a jon who is so simply broken he does not care for the humanity in front of him. A jon who stares down at the vermin at his feet who dared to keep their stories from him and forced his love to suffer longer. Give me a mad broken jon. )

[whispersbelongingbird]

Headcanons for Fuegoleon and Mereoleona’s reaction is Leopold was a traitor? You can include Yuno if you want to for extra angst

Well quite obviously Fuegoleon was devastated and in denial. His little brother who was practically the reincarnation of the sun, traitor? No way it was true.

When Fuegoleon finds out it is indeed true he would blame himself for what happened to Leo. Look back on how he could have made things work out. Wallow in the fact that he couldn’t be there for his little brother.

Mereoleona is pissed. She doesn’t know Leo is playing this prank on but it has to stop right now. Mereoleona will go out hunting for him until she finds Leo and sets things straight.

If Mereoleona does eventually find Leopold she won’t lash out as expected. Probably more calm and understanding. Once everything if fixed (if it ever will) then she will start yelling at him. She wouldn’t want Leopold to run off again without having a chance to talk to him about what led him to this.

After it was officially announced that Leopols had gone against the Clover kingdom. Fuegoleon tried his best to appear normal in front of his squad, he was always goof at concealing his emotions but lately it has all be slipping. Sometimes he’d just sit down and think about the good times, rich with smiles. Usually ends with a single tear rolling down his face until Mereoleona finds him.

Mereoleona’s relationship with Leopold was different than with Fuegoleon’s. She was more harsh on the kid and showed affection in weird ways but Leopold would always understand. He understood her and she understood him, but for once she thought Leopold was a complete stranger.

Mereoleona was never good with touchy feelings, always leaving that stuff for Fuegoleon. Though, sometimes she thinks she could have tried more. She could always tell when Leopold was upset even when it was a small thing. Whether it was a small little fight with Yuno or getting yelled at from his parents, she could tell. She just wishes she could have used that to her advantage.

Yuno was also in disbelief. He spent days searching for Leopold trying to look for answers, trying to get him back. The other day they were all over each other, smiling and laughing so what happened?

The boy got no sleep at all. William had given Yuno’s missions to others because he clearly wasn’t in the state to go anywhere or do anything. Langris took over his vice captain duties and all that paperwork. His squad were very soft on him and careful with their words. Mimosa, William and Klaus were the only ones able to talk to Yuno without him yelling at them to go away.

William tracked all of Yuno’s sleepless nights searching and all his missed meal’s. Day by day things only got worst and it was hard watching knowing there was nothing he could do to help.

A week passed and Yuno got a letter from Leopold.

‘Hi Yuno! This is kind of silly isn’t it? After all this time im writing everything down on a piece of paper, huh? Haha, how are you holding up? I hope you’re doing well. I know you’ve heard about the news and I know you’re our searching and worrying but please do not, that is the last thing I want. Yuno I love you, I really do. You will always have a special place in my heart and nothing will change that. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay by your side. But if I did i would have just felt worthless and hated myself. Selfish isn’t it? Please Yuno, forget about me, move on. Don’t blame yourself, don’t look back. You can achieve so much if you just keep going forward! I believe in you, I always will. Even if you hate me and you’re out for my head. Nothing in this world will ever change my undying love for you’

He read it and he cried. He cried so much. He didn’t tell anyone about the letter and he didn’t get rid if it. He put it in a box and placed it on his nightstand then went to sleep.

Im not the best at writing angst so I hope this is good enough!

[thepocket221]

Can you write a fanfic for Naven (Epithet Erased) with a sick s/o?

heck yeah!!

i could have easily gotten sick🤒 mixed up with sick😎 but LUCKILY THAT DID NOT HAPPEN /lhj

Naven with a Sick!Reader

fic is under the cut!! (also reader is gender neutral!!)

also maybe slight spoilers?? nothing too bad, just more so for the future of epithet rather than anything in prison of plastic (i think)//

love him

he’s silly (i’ve seen anime campaign and know of the horrors to come)

kinda goes concerned mom mode

gotta make sure the loved one is okay!!

i love his stupid voice omg🫶🫶

ow. Ow. OW. Right as you had gotten up, your arms gave out as your already pounding head hit the pillow as you fell back. Normally pillows were soft, but this one hurt. As a matter of an already-stated fact, everything hurt.

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Meanwhile, humming up a sweet little ditty was said malewife. He was on one of the bottom floors of the oh so very tall building, making you a nice breakfast: some french toast with a fruit bowl on the side! The fruit was mainly apples. This building doesn’t have many other fruits. Don’t question it.

You normally would have met him in the kitchen by now… of course, you did seem a tad bit off the previous night, so maybe you just needed to sleep in a little.

Well, a little while—another hour— passed and you still hadn’t come down yet. The breakfast Naven had prepared went soggy after his many attempts at preserving it, so he took that as his other sign to go up and check on you.

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A couple of floors later and he is in front of the room you two share. Okay, you share it with one other person, Yoomtah, but A) she has a considerably more spacious area of the room so it’s basically hers at that point, and B) this isn’t about her /lhj.

“(Name)?” He soft voice almost sounded like a whisper as he calls out from behind the curtain separating the two rooms.

You can’t respond. You want to but you can’t. Your throat feels like it’s closing in on itself.

Naven brushes aside the curtain and enters, finding you in your half-dead(not really) state.

“Oh my!” He rushes to your side, yet also keeping his distance, “Darling, what’s wrong?” did he forget the lack of response you gave or is this just a force of habit for him?

You painfully began to turn towards you lover but upon seeing your winces and disgruntled face, he gently places a hand behind your aching head to help.

Oh, what to do, what to do?

He ponders for a moment, taking in the situation you are in, “Hmm, I don’t think it would be a great idea to make you take and hard pills just yet.. Perhaps I’ll focus more on making sure you get something to eat” he stated, his eyes are closed yet filled with concern, “Some soup should help clear up your throat a bit!” Naven smiled. Before he stood up to leave, he placed your and down gently and patted it… which he immediately regretted upon hearing your groan. Any and every movement gave you a terrible shot of pain.

“Ah! Sorry, dear..!” The worry came back in and instant and he took that as his notion to leave and prepare your meal.

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Ever since you had started dating Naven, he always had a sort of an antsy yet endearing aura about him. As if he’s hiding a terrible secret but still trying to appear as normal as possible.. or at least as normal as a guy who has his eyes closed 24/7 yet still wears glasses can look. He was kind of a weirdo, but he was yours🫶

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A considerable amount of time had passed and Naven returned. He carried a little tray with a bowl and a glass of water placed on it. He sat down next to you again after placing the tray on the bedside table, “Dear, could you sit up?” Naven’s soothing voice seemingly lifted you as if the words and his tone themself could accomplish physical tasks rather than just being sound vibrations. It didn’t hurt. No, you finally felt some relief when you moved. How does he do that? How does he make the pain go away?

He grabbed the glass of water and your hands met as he handed it to you. You smiled, he had such a warm and comforting presence. God, you loved your boyfriend.

The cold liquid woke you up a little bit as it made its way down your soar throat. It felt nice to get something down it, but the pain soon came back. You placed the water down on the table and rubbed your throat; eyes shut from the pain as you winced a little bit.

A forlorn expression planted onto Naven’s face as he pressed a hand against your cheek and slowly rubbed his thumb in a soothing motion, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I know it must hurt, so I won’t take up any more of your time. You definitely need all the rest you can get.” Sadly, he moved his hand away to grab the tray with the soup, set it in your lap, picked up the spoon, daintily stirred it a bit to make sure the various spices and seasonings hadn’t settled to the bottom, and began to lead a spoonful to your mouth. The tiny amount of soup being brought to you smelled as if the spices in it were fighting each other to the death.. but in like, a loving way. They all work together to make the food taste good but still have some sort of rivalry about them. The only way you could tell was from the steam that filled your nose and you can almost feel as if you can breath through it again. As the warm substance hits your tongue, there is a hint of spice that seemingly won the fight of the seasonings. Naven took notice of your slight expression change, “Ah, the little kick it to help clear your nose as well.” He smiled. You could feel your throat’s pains from before begin to lessen the more you took in. This was some damn good soup. Maybe you should get sick more often… that would mean more of this glorious broth filling your senses in the most whimsical of ways.

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Upon finishing the meal, Naven moved the tray aside back onto the bedside table, helped you lay back down, and planted a soft little kiss on your forehead, “Get some rest, love.” He whispered as he turned off the lamp and began to leave.

Just before he had placed the curtain between the two rooms again, your weak self finally found the strength to speak, “Thank you..”

He turned his head in your direction, “Of course.” a loving sigh and heartfelt chuckle came out as he said that whilst pulling the curtain to where not so much light could seep through. Your tired eyes began to become harder to keep open, so instead of fighting a losing battle, you were lulled back to sleep.

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GAAAAH I LOVE HIM BUT ALAS I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM😭<//33

okay that’s it, thank you and stay safe🫡🖤‼️

[metaliberationarmyslut]

Hello kind person! Can I maybe request something of shiggy or whomever you want to write for possibly, when they realize they like you?

👉👈 thanks! ❤️

ABSOFREAKINLUTELY !!

Shigaraki falling for you

We all know this man isn’t going to show anything at first. Stubborn and denying any feeling of affection at all!

But deep down they’re very kind and protective over their loved ones

When falling for you he’d show signs more so showing annoyance

As being quite sarcastic towards you

Or acting as if he was ignoring you

But not because he means to be mean, it’s just your presence that makes him anxious

He may begin to start itching at times over the anxiety of these new feelings.

But, even if his ignorant behavior got to you, you hid it pretty well and kept being respectful towards him

When he’s around you, his mood would definitely change

He’d listen i at what you had to say, admired you when doing the simplest things and even asking for your opinion on new mission plans, before the others’

He’d love to have conversations about his favourite video games with you, without feeling rejected for something he loved doing

He’d start to become really protective over time

Like if he saw another member of the league looking at you longer than usual

So he’ll threaten to use some of his quirks to avoid them getting too close to you

And he’ll deny it when anyone in the league asks if he likes you. MOSTLY DABI

“Shigaraki, are you friends with. Y/n?”

“Yeah you could say that,…why?”

“Are you going to tell y/n that you like them?”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Don’t act dumb, it’s obvious Shig.”

“ I swear to god dabi I’ll hurt you if you say anything!”

At any chance he gets, he’ll try to impress you with his powers.

And will get angry if anyone tries to take you away from him

Or hurts you.

You’re probably one the only persons that sees theres some good deep down in him and who gave him the love he doesn’t think he deserves

He’s not letting go of you easily ( he never will, so have fun with this man)

won’t hesitate to show his dominance in front of others by kissing you

Will try and touch you like it’s nothing in front of others.

“Shig, not here”

“Why not?”

“Time and place for that, and now is NOT the time”

“Hmmph fine”

Outside of work/ the League, You’ll be his number one priority.

He’d do anything to keep you safe

When in fights, you’ll always be on his mind cause thinking of you gives him the motivation to keep fighting.

If you’re also in the fight, he’ll make sure you’re close by, and not let you out of his sight

you’re probably the only one who’s seen him have a complete break down

you’d be his peace. the one who’d help him forget about all his worries

Like telling you about what happened to his mother and sister how he missed them.

Or like,when Mon got decayed.

You were the first one he opened up to.

He told you about everything that had happened, and you reassured him it wasn’t his fault.

And Shiggy loves sleeping next to you

He wasn’t fond on any physical affection at first, but once he discovered how touch-starved he was he began craving to feel you close at all times

Which means that you get to sleep with your head on his chest, cuddled up with him.

Good luck ever getting out of his grip. ( your stuck all night long)

The first time he says he loves you… he’ll act like it’s not a big deal.

It’s a huge deal and you need to shower this man with kisses and hugs after this.

Assure him you love him too. He’s riddled with self doubt.

I’m getting too carried away with this. Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️