#i can go blue in the face talking about shinee lmao

[sagesolsticewrites]

Yes, Captain

John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

a/n: in honor of Ben’s post on his Instagram story yesterday… that cheeky lil shit was saying " I am the captain now" and all I could think was "yeah you are 😩🫡" here’s a thing I’ve been working on for longer than I care to say lmao

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mature content (fingering, oral [f receiving], unprotected P in V sex [wrap it before you tap it!], use of titles [Captain]), generally just John Brady being feral for his wife and Jules being feral in return 🤭 enjoy~

@winniemaywebber @ginabaker1666

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“Honey!” Juliet calls as she scrambles to get the essentials into her purse, “Are you almost ready? We should’ve left—”

The reminder that they’re already running late for a 100th Bomb Group reunion dies on her lips as John steps out of their room in his crisp, clean uniform, medals and ribbons shining on his Class A.

“I’m coming, sweetheart, I’m coming,” John Brady assures his wife as he adjusts his tie, hat tucked neatly under his arm, “Is my tie straight?”

She can only nod, eyes wide as she takes in the glory that is her husband in uniform. It takes her a moment to remember how to speak— can you blame her?— but eventually a soft, appreciative “You look very nice, Captain,” slips out, a heated undertone weaving through the words, lingering on his rank.

She’s learned to read him very well over their months of marriage, and so she can see exactly what kind of effect her words have on him as he takes a shaky breath in and out, deft fingers fumbling with the knot of his tie.

Juliet can’t help but grin, a thrill running through her at the effect she has on him, until his hands are on her waist, pulling her close.

“You look lovely, Jules,” he says lowly, “But if you knew how much I wanted to rip this off of you…” His voice trails off in a warning as his fingers trace over the deep red fabric of her swing dress, and her breath catches, her knees turning into jelly as his lips just barely brush over hers.

“But I know we’re already running late,” he continues, all business as he pulls away save for the teasing glint in his eyes, “So that will just have to wait for when we get home.”

Her jaw drops as he slips his keys and wallet into his pocket, turning expectantly to her as he waits by the door.

“Johnny, that’s not fair,” she whines even as they step out into the warm evening, his arm draping easily around her shoulders.

“I’m afraid I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, my love,” John grins, opening the passenger door for her to slide onto the bench seat before slipping over to the drivers side, “Now let’s go, I’m sure the ladies are waiting for us so you all can start your gossiping.”

“I never gossip, John Brady, and I have absolutely no idea where you got that notion,” Juliet says primly, the effect utterly ruined by the grin on her face that tells him she has plenty to tell her friends once they arrive.

“Oh! And did you hear—”

Whatever Jo heard, Jules will never know, because her husband chooses that exact moment to make eye contact with her from across the room and very deliberately adjust his tie, a dangerous heat simmering in his blue eyes that makes Jules grip the bar she’s leaning against just a bit tighter to hide the sudden weakness in her knees and down the rest of her drink in one gulp. 

Lord, this man was going to be the death of her. She had felt his eyes on her all night, anticipation straining between them like a string stretched almost to its breaking point.

She waits patiently for a break in the conversation to flag down the bartender for a refill when someone in a familiar dress jacket sidles up next to her, pressing a fresh lemon drop into her hand. 

“For the pretty lady.”

She turns, smiling at her husband.

“Thank you, Johnny.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He brings his hand to rest at the small of her back as he effortlessly joins the conversation while Juliet sips at her drink, his hand subtly drifting lower and lower as the night goes on.

As she sets the empty glass down on the bar, John catches her gaze with a regretful look.

“Sweetheart, I hate to do this, but… do you think we could slip out a little early? I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” Jules pouts, doing her best to ignore the warm hand resting sinfully low on her back, “Yes, of course let’s get you home.”

They bid a quick farewell to their friends and the rest of the 100th crew— the knowing smiles of Olive, Val, and the rest of the girls going unnoticed as they hurry out— and as soon as they’re out of sight Juliet tugs him into a fierce, heated kiss.

“You,” she gasps into his mouth, “are an absolute menace, John Brady. Faking a headache, really?”

“Who, me?” He grins as he pulls away, hands remaining firm on her hips for the moment to hiss in her ear a teasing “Never.”

A soft, desperate sigh tumbles from Juliet’s mouth as John’s lips brush against the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Johnny,” she breathes with a gentle, insistent squeeze of his arm.

He pulls back to meet her gaze, pupils blown wide and growing wider at her next words.

“Take me home.”

He ushers her to the car faster than she could’ve imagined, pulling her close so she’s pressed flush against him the whole drive home. John takes every shortcut he can remember at startling speed, though most of Juliet’s attention is on his hand resting possessively on her thigh, tracing patterns indecently close to her core but never touching it.

She’s pulled into the house as soon as the car is parked, John’s hands firm on her hips as he presses her back against the door.

“Johnny—”

She’s cut off by his lips crashing onto hers, stealing the air wholly from her lungs.

“Do you have any idea,” John’s voice is ragged as he drags hot, open-mouthed kisses across her skin, “what you’ve been doing to me all night?”

All she can do is let out a desperate whimper as he continues unraveling her.

“You in this dress,” he growls, bunching the offending fabric in his hands as he presses every inch of himself against her, and she lets out a ragged gasp as the heat building in her core intensifies, “Having to act like I didn’t want to drag you back home the second we got there, couldn’t keep my eyes off you the whole time…”

His mouth lands roughly back on hers, and Juliet reciprocates with equal enthusiasm as she clumsily fumbles with the buttons of his Class A jacket.

Her squeak of surprise is swallowed as John effortlessly lifts her into his arms, his mouth never leaving hers as her legs lock instinctually around his waist, her favorite red heels tumbling noisily to the floor at the action. He stumbles up the stairs, one arm supporting her while the other splays across her back, nimble fingers blindly undoing the buttons of her dress. Juliet’s hands slide up to bury themselves in his hair, nails raking sweetly across his scalp as her husband makes a swift ascent to their bedroom.

She’s pressed up against the wall in short order with a muffled gasp of his name, her feet settled back on the ground at the squeeze of John’s hands at her hips.

The sight that greets her as he pulls away is one that won’t be leaving her mind anytime soon.

Her husband’s pupils are blown wide, sweet blue eyes nearly black with desire, chest heaving, pulling air in through deliciously kiss-swollen lips that are now smeared with Juliet’s red lipstick.

“You look stunning, sweetheart. I don’t think I told you that enough tonight,” John murmurs tenderly, a timbre that has Juliet’s heart melting, then shifts into a low, heated tone as his hand slips around her back to continue his work with her buttons, “But this dress needs to come off now.”

She reaches back to help as he makes quick work of the fastenings, her dress and half slip soon pooled around her feet. Juliet steps out of them and nudges the clothing to the side, butterflies flurrying in her belly at John’s appreciative gaze dragging over her figure.

“See something you like?” She teases, fingertips gliding softly up and down his forearm.

“You know I do, Jules,” her husband breathes, yanking her close as his head dips towards her, his lips skimming across her cheeks to press a path of slow, hot kisses down her neck.

Her breath hitches as his lips move lower, dragging over the hollow of her throat, her collarbone, just brushing the edge of her brassiere, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thunk that’s just on the edge of her awareness.

Looking up at her through his lashes to scan for any hesitation, upon seeing none John makes quick work of her brassiere fastening, letting the fabric fall to the floor as his eyes soak in the view. The groan that leaves his mouth at the sight is nothing compared to the feeling of his mouth finally on her, tongue swirling hungrily around her nipple as she takes the Lord’s name in vain several times over, her husband’s name tacked on in a whimper at the end. His mouth drags over her for what feels like hours, leaving no inch of skin untouched as he carefully kisses his way down her stomach. Having carefully slipped her other undergarments off, his fingers linger delicately over the gap of skin just above her pantyhose, unclipping the thin fabric from her garter belt before carefully rolling it down and discarding it, repeating the agonizingly slow action on the other side.

Once both of his wife’s legs are revealed to him, John kneels between them and presses a gentle kiss to Juliet’s right knee, brushing a path up her thigh, soft whimpers and pleas tumbling from her lips as he works his way towards her core.

The pleas become louder and more frequent as he turns his attention to her other leg, repeating the process before pausing at the apex of her thighs… if only to tease her for a moment.

A whimper of “Johnny, please” tumbles from Juliet’s lips, a plea to get him to do something, anything to relieve the ache building in her core.

She lets out a cry as her pleas are answered, and…

She doesn’t mean to let it slip, truly. It was something she called him only in her head on especially lonely nights when he was away, and she had never really planned for him to know about it. But now she’s feeling positively drunk on the sight of John Brady in his dress uniform, silver bars shining on his collar, sinking to his knees in front of her, the intoxicating mix of her husband’s lips worshiping every inch of her skin, the soft mumbles of praise falling from his lips, and the careful control he’d nearly lost once they’d arrived home making her skin tingle, and it’s as she finds purchase in his hair to tug him closer that it spills out.

“Oh god, Captain—”

There’s a sharp inhale from between her legs, the proximity of it to a very sensitive part of her making her jolt as John freezes, dark blue eyes darting to meet her green.

Slowly, he leans back just enough so she can see his face, his expression unreadable.

“What did you call me, angel?”

Juliet’s mind is going haywire, alarm bells ringing as she imagines every worst possible scenario resulting from her stupid slip up.

“I—”

“Say it again.”

Wait… what?

Her confusion and overactive mind must be crystal clear on her face, because John swoops in to distract her the best way he knows how.

He brushes his lips softly against her hipbone, scattering kisses all over her pelvis as he lifts his fingers to drag them delicately through her folds, angling to hit all the spots he knows she likes.

“Say it again,” he murmurs lowly against her skin once he’s got her writhing underneath him, two fingers pumping slowly in and out, a dark twinkle in his eyes, “or I stop.”

“Captain,” she gasps, feeling herself near that familiar precipice, “fuck, Captain please—”

His fingers crook just enough at just the right angle to have her gushing over his hand, her knees going weak underneath her.

There’s a moment of heated silence, blue and green gazes locked as Juliet catches her breath, a soft, helpless sound slipping out of her as his fingers slide out of her and into her husband’s mouth.

She’s frozen there until John speaks again, a low, dangerous tone she’s never heard before.

“On the bed, sweetheart.”

On wobbly legs, she does as he asks and perches on the edge of their ivory floral bedspread, eyes wide and heat building anew in her core.

The ache between her legs intensifies as her husband takes his sweet time carefully draping his jacket over the chair at Juliet’s vanity, making sure his eyes are locked on hers as he loosens his tie and tugs it off, his musician’s fingers making quick work of the knot and moving swiftly to the buttons of his shirt.

Once he’s stripped down to his undershirt, he makes his way over to his wife, gently prying her legs apart from where she’d pressed them together in an attempt to soothe the ache between them. Two fingers come up under her chin to tilt her gaze up, but she doesn’t feel him anywhere else, even as her body unconsciously arches towards him, needing his touch on every part of her.

A soft, trembling “please” slips out of her, barely a breath, but it gets a slow smile out of him.

Juliet feels fingertips skimming up her side and suddenly she’s being gently guided onto her back, his lips bumping just once against the corner of her mouth as he murmurs against her, “Let me take my time, darling.”

And take his time he does, his mouth dragging over her skin at a snail’s pace as the ache between her legs grows.

“Johnny,” she whines impatiently, grinding her hips against nothing as he hovers just out of reach, lips pressing a slow path down the valley between her breasts, “Please, need more—”

Her plea turns into a despairing wail as his mouth leaves her entirely.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he says lowly, “Otherwise I start all over.”

Her mind is terrifyingly blank for a moment, and then—

“Captain,” she sighs desperately, “please.”

She can feel his predatory grin against her skin as his lips return to her, the murmur of “good girl” sending a fresh wave of heat through her core.

Her breathing becomes heavier, the sighs and soft moans more frequent the lower her husband’s mouth travels. Her hands fist into the bedspread as his lips brush her lower belly, her hipbone, skimming down to her inner thigh, and she fears she may actually tear a hole in it if she doesn’t get what she needs soon.

Leaning her head up slightly to watch, the planned plea dies on her lips as darkened blue eyes lock on hers. With a wink, he maintains eye contact for as long as he can, then her mind is overtaken by relief as his mouth finally reaches her.

“Oh, god—”

He makes short work of making her fall apart on his tongue, large hands pressing down on her hips in an attempt to keep her still as she bucks into his mouth. His tongue drags hungrily through her folds, the occasional gentle suck at her clit drawing out incoherent gasps of “yes” and “Captain” and “right there” from Juliet’s lips, the words running together into a wordless cry as she reaches her second orgasm of the night.

Gasping, Juliet returns to her body, a shudder running through her as something brushes just outside her core. Tilting her head up, she realizes it’s still her husband, mouth glistening as he presses a series of kisses to her inner thigh, her hipbone, working his way back up her body until he captures her lips in a sloppy, heated kiss.

A moan erupts from her throat at the taste of herself on his tongue, the sound promptly swallowed by John’s eager mouth on hers. With fumbling fingers, Juliet tugs his undershirt out from the waistband of his slacks, her hands slipping under it to blindly map out the expanse of his back.

John reluctantly pulls his mouth away from hers, lips kiss-swollen and shiny as he reaches to tug the white fabric over his head, tossing it to some unknown corner of the room. He slides off of Juliet to undo his belt, giving her time to appreciate the view of his muscled torso as the belt joins the clothes scattered about the room, his slacks hitting the floor soon after along with his boxers.

Juliet catches her lip between her teeth, her eyes dragging hungrily over every new inch of exposed skin. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t utterly melt at the sight every time. 

There’s a glint in John’s pretty blue eyes as he moves to hover over her once more.

“See something you like?” He murmurs, mimicking her own words from earlier.

Juliet tugs him down for a hungry kiss, her breath hitching as his hips settle snugly against hers.

“Yes, Captain,” she grins against his lips, rolling her hips in a practiced motion against his own.

“Shit, Jules,” John gasps, huffing out a laugh. He pulls back just enough that their noses brush, maintaining eye contact with his girl, “You ready?”

At her eager nod, he shifts his weight onto one arm, rewarded with a stuttering gasp as he drags the head of his cock back and forth through her folds, a delightful high-pitched sound escaping his wife as it bumps her clit once. It catches at her entrance and, with practiced ease, he slowly presses into her, Juliet’s head falling back with a moan as she adjusts to his size.

He waits for her nod to begin rocking his hips back and forth, slow thrusts that allow her to feel every inch of him, that soon have long, breathy moans falling from her lips.

“M—” 

Whatever his wife was about to say, it’s cut off as another moan spills out of her.

“What was that, honey?” He gasps, bumping her nose with his.

It takes her several tries, but eventually a plea of “more” tumbles from her lips, a whine of “faster” on its heels.

John grins, “of course.”

Meeting her eyes, John’s hips snap into hers with military precision, the utterly perfect staccato rhythm of his thrusts drawing out cries of “yes, oh my— right there, don’t stop—”

He lets out a sharp gasp of his own as Juliet’s nails rake down his back, building towards her third orgasm of the night.

She tightens around him, nails digging into his skin as she reaches her peak, his rank tumbling from her lips in a broken moan. John follows suit not long after, his hips stuttering against hers before spilling into her with a groan muffled in her neck.

They stay there for several long moments, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his as they catch their breath. Her husband pulls back to meet her gaze, falling in love with her all over again at the sight of her dark curls splayed out atop the bedspread, the rosy flush in her cheeks, the satisfied glow in her sparkling green eyes.

He dips down to capture her lips, muffling the whine that escapes her as he slides out.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He pants softly, brushing a damp curl from her forehead.

Her gaze is so fond he feels his heart might burst as she replies with a smile, “I’m perfect,” adding teasingly, “Captain.”

He chuckles, brushing a kiss to her cheek as he moves to stand, making his way over to the bathroom.

“Hey, you started that.”

“So I did,” She’s beaming as he emerges from the en-suite with a warm, damp washcloth, though it falters slightly, “You’re sure that was okay? I know it was kind of a surprise—”

“It was,” he acknowledges, moving gently between her legs to clean up the result of that particular surprise, “But I promise, sweetheart,” — there’s a glint in his eyes as he meets her gaze — “it was a very good surprise.”

“Well,” her smile turns the tiniest bit shy, “I’m glad.”

She takes the cloth from him, sitting up to toss it into the hamper before standing, incredibly aware of her husband’s gaze following her.

“I’ll be right back,” she assures him with a laugh as she slips into the bathroom, emerging fresh faced and makeupless, her hair tucked up into a silk scarf.

She joins her husband under the covers, both forgoing pajamas for the night in favor of the skin-to-skin contact Jules tends to crave after lovemaking. She lets out a contented sigh as her husband’s arms wrap around her and pull her close, pressing a kiss to where she can hear his heartbeat under her ear.

“Goodnight, Jules.” He murmurs into the crown of her head, squeezing her the tiniest bit tighter for a heartbeat.

“Goodnight, Johnny,” Juliet murmurs, eyes already drifting closed.

The "I love you’s” are unspoken, but no less true as the Bradys drift off to sleep in a sweet tangle of limbs.

[liffy-feelin-jiffy]

Coroika Gorai headcanons

Rider had typically been more closed off about his sexuality, for reasons he decided to keep to himself as they mostly originate from insecurities, but also because he actually hadn’t known he genuinely likes guys the way he thought he liked girls for the longest time in his life. It wasn’t until he was 15 in a half, and having gotten to know Goggles a lot more at the time did he realize that he likes guys in more ways he initially thought he did. It didn’t help when the devastating realization came to him that he had a crush on a specific blue idiot boy… a hard crush as a matter of fact. Like, I’m talking head over heels kind of stuff, Spiderverse Gwen syndrome. Mans is tripping on his own feet because he can’t stop thinking about that scatterbrain for the life of him. Goggles is in every corner of his mind, he’s in the reflections in the windows of the subway, his bubbly laughs can be heard through the soft breeze like bird song. Rider always looks at the Pilot Goggled buffoon’s empty hands, willing everything in himself not to take it and intertwine their fingers together like thread sewing fabric, and he clenches his own hands into tight fists whenever he’s away from him and the thought of hand holding comes to mind. He’s so in love, he wants to kiss that stupid little weirdo’s face it’s making him look like the biggest dumbass that’s ever been born-

Sorry I got a little too into it there I guess. Whether you wanna take all that seriously or not is your choice of poison.

Anyways, yeah, once Rider finds out he’s literally in love with the squid who deadass flashed him to the public during their first match back in the Plaza, it’s not going so well for him. Why in the world would he start getting all blushy and feely for that absolute moron? What possessed him into developing feelings for that over-ecstatic boy with tentacles as blue as the shining sea? With a goofy smile so bright that it rivals the very sun? With such inspiring optimism that Rider can only dream of possessing-

😑

Oh, who was he kidding.

What makes it worse is that his crush on Goggles actually started back when he was teaching blue team how to train to fight against Skull, hence adding onto his seemingly territorial behavior on Gogs when Skull eagerly said he wanted to fight team blue again. Jealous much? Lmao. It gets even funnier when he and Goggles both end up crushing on Skull too BAHAHA (I believe in fixing love triangles/squares with the power of POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIPS. SKULLAMIGORAI FOR LIFE✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻)

For the longest time he tried to repel what he considered were “intrusive thoughts” of Goggles. He’d try gaslighting himself that he’s someone Goggles would never find that kind of interest in; maybe he already has someone else, like a guy or girl, he’s bi after all, isn’t he? He and Goggles would never work anyways, Rider’s personality was too serious to match with Goggle’s boisterous and colorful character even though he’d be willing to undergo any more bullsquit imaginable if it meant he’d get to spend the rest of his days with the blue buffoon. He doesn’t see him that way, they wouldn’t mesh well together, Goggles deserved to have someone nicer than he was, etc.

This kept going on for a little while, until eventually Aloha finds out—it’s a long story—and accidentally rats Rider out to his sister and momma—that’s an even longer story, and they both enthusiastically try to coerce him into confessing from there.

Aloha: “You should write him a song and play it for him-!”

Rider: “Bitch heeeeell no”

Rider’s mom: “why not make him something? Like bake a cake or a pie for him as a gift”

Rider: “did you forget what happened last time? what happened to having me banned from using the oven???”

This was all meanwhile Goggles was actually having a secondary crisis of his own. Not the extent Rider had, but all through the Turf War and Ranked Battle Tournaments to his journey with Sheldon to find the treasure, he’d been quite distracted needless to say.

Compared to Rider, Goggles was plenty more laid back and wasn’t shy about his sexuality, though he didn’t ever tell anyone his sexual/romantic orientation that much, so it lead to everyone believing that he was a gay squiddo—though he was really bi and had an equal preference for both boys and girls. There’s still not a lot of people who know he’s bi because he never tells anybody, and if he ever does it would be like discovering rare dialogue in a video game. Even though he has little interest in pursuing a love life, he still kinda had some hope in finding that special someone that he would get to spend the rest of his life with. He tried one time with a girl back in Inkopolis plaza (before the events of the manga) but it ended kinda rocky and he kinda tried to distance himself from relationships for a while until he moved on and kinda just went like “if it happens, it happens.”

Again, his crush was more mellow compared to Rider’s, or at least it started out mellow before eventually growing into a deep sweet longing for his companionship. Goggle’s crush started off typical, thinking that Rider was all handsome, strong, total dreamboat kinda guy. After they’d gotten to know each other some more, and upon moving to the Square did Goggles really have a thing for him. Even the rest of the blue team began to notice. His interest in him peaked when Rider stopped him before his battle against Team Emperor and told him “watch the next semi finals match closely. Because you’re gonna be facing against me in the finals.”

Can you tell that these are my favorite panels because ho mine gosh

Goggles wasn’t as insecure as Rider was in terms of self esteem, but he also came up with the thoughts that Rider wouldn’t see him like that, too. He even worried that Rider would’ve been disgusted if he told him 😭. He wanted to at least keep their friendship together so he was just like “I like you a lot and I admire you to no end but I understand that it may never really come to that so I’ll just support you and admire you for all your grace from afar. 😁”

Hope you enjoyed this cuz now I’m eepy and I’m gonna take a nap. I’ve got college now and I didn’t get enough sleep last night because my adhd will never love me.

(Edited a few things in here. Hope you like the changes better!)

[cyberwears]

Think of me, I'll never break your heart

Ch.1: The Assassin and the Broker

John Wick X male reader

A/N: this one is a purely because I wanted to write and wanted a club setting lmao. the way that the reader reacts after drinking is how my experience with taking shots. I'm 100% sure that John is out of character but I don't care. I do plan on making this a series if it gets enough attention. Either way, enjoy and as always, never proof read and always self indulgent lmao. story starts under the cut. Gif credit to @jurassic-park-girl

WC: 1.8k words

As John entered the club, he was met with a multitude of lights and loud music that sounded garbled over the speakers. The air was hot in the large room, and the walls were lined with partygoers on whatever substance they could buy or find. Bodies were pressing against each other, grinding to the beat of whatever trap or EDM music was being pumped through the speakers. John was never really one for clubs or loud music, but his contact insisted on doing information exchange at this underground club, away from most prying eyes.

John walked up to the bar and placed a gold coin on the counter, sliding it to a bartender, who sent John a downward nod, handed him a drink, and handed him a note saying to go into the VIP section. John takes his drink and heads back for the VIP section. He walks down the hallway, the lights becoming more faded and more cool-toned the further he walks. The music became quiet as he headed down the hall. Along the hall, there were several doorways, some open and empty, some closed, with conversations going behind them (either meetings, deals, or erotic desire). As John got to the end of the hallway, he raised his hand and knocked on the door in a pattern, the sound seeming to reverberate down the hallway.

“Come in.” A voice sounded through the door, muffled but clear enough for John to hear. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. John sat as the figure across from him started speaking. The man was dressed sharply with a half mask, hair out of his face, as he started speaking again. 

“I hope your trip wasn’t too rough; seeing your line of work, I can only imagine how many people try to come after you. I was talking to Winst—alright, I get it; you’re here for information. Fine, here,” (y/n) said as he passed a folder across the table, taking the hint to stop with extra talk from the glare (y/n) received from John. Sitting back in his chair, he motions for John to open the folder with the information on his next target. John studied the information and listened to the clinking of the ice in the bottom of (y/n)’s glasses as he finished his drink. His eyes glanced up, meeting the sharp, snake-like gaze that sat skewed by a sheer curtain of hair as (y/n) sat forward, his face pressed against his knuckles as he leaned onto his fist. He looked bored as John looked over the folder that held the information about his next target and their general location.

John nodded in contemplation as he went to stand, tucking the folder into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. (y/n) followed suit quickly as he held out a hand for John to shake as a gesture of good faith. As John clasped (y/n)’s hand, he noticed that there were sleeves of tattoos going down his arms and on the back of his hand. Once their hands separated, John turned around and went to leave the dimly lit room. (y/n) watched John walk down the hallway, (y/n) slinking out of the room behind him, the blue and purple lighting off the hallway lighting his skin. The black light made the whites in (y/n)’s outfit light up and shine in the otherwise relatively dim hallway. (y/n)’s outfit was a stark contrast to John’s all-black suit.

Before John got to the end of the hallway, (y/n) placed a hand on his shoulder, slipping a card into his pocket and swinging his body around John as he joined the crowd of bodies that were lost in the ecstasy of music and dance that drew him in like a charm. John watched as (y/n) danced and draped himself over the other patrons of the club. He noticed (y/n)'s eyes on him the whole time, watching as he winked and laughed loudly, fully disappearing in the crowd as he was swept away by the music and crowd.

John felt a shiver go down his spine as he walked back over to the bar and ordered another drink. As he waited, he made small talk with the bartender that he had given the coin to earlier in the night.

“Hey, is the guy with the half-mask a regular?” John asked the bartender as he waited for his drink, trying to keep a low profile for (y/n). The bar is pretty slow at the moment.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. I see hundreds of people wearing and not wearing half masks every day," the bartender said as he set John's drink down. John sighed out a quiet huff and slid another coin across the bar to the man. He watched as the bartender slipped the coin into his pocket and placed a photo of (y/n) on the bar. He was not wearing his mask, but John recognized his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s him. Is he here often?” John said as he sat down on the stool. The bartender nodded as he wiped down a clean glass and placed it on a rack as he placed the rag into a sanitizer bucket, looking at John.

“What do you want with him? He didn’t do anything stupid again, right? Everyone under and on the High Table knows who you are. Are you here for him?” The bartender asked, his face falling. John shook his head as he watched the bartender start making his drink. The bartender nodded as he placed the finished drink in front of John. He grabbed the photo and placed it back into his pocket as he went to walk away. John went to grab his wallet from his back pocket to pay for his drinks, but the bartender stopped him. 

“Your drinks have been paid for already,” he said as he walked away from John to go help another customer. John’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about who would pay for his drinks.

“Who?” He asked as before the bartender was out of earshot. The bartender chuckled and pointed behind John before walking away. When John turned around to see (y/n) walking up to him, leaning against the bar next to him,

“I heard the owner of the club is really sweet on you, Mr.Wick,” (y/n) said as he waved down the bartender, ordering three Vegas Bombs. John’s eyebrow raised as he turned to look at (y/n). John sipped on his drink as he watched (y/n) take off his mask and throw back the Vegas bombs. (y/n)’s face and body twitched as a groan ripped from his throat as he drank the liquor. (y/n)’s left eye was screwed shut as his face went sour. (y/n) felt the liquor slide down his throat and settle in his stomach. John watched (y/n) jump up and down a couple times as he shook his hands out. John chuckled as (y/n) did that little shake-out.

“I never liked the taste of booze. Gotta keep the night fun, though,” (y/n) said as he leaned against the bar and signaled to the bartender for a couple more shots.

“Boss, you should slow down. I know your last client was already here tonight, but I don’t really want to drag your drunken ass  home."The bartender said as he placed the shots on the counter.

“Leonard, when was the last time you had to do that?” (y/n) asked as he took both shots and repeated his little shake-out dance. John kept quiet as he heard the bartender call (y/n) ‘Boss’.

“Last week the bouncer had to drag your drunk ass home after dealing with—" the bartender started before (y/n) leaned over the counter and put his finger across Leonard’s lips.

“Shhh. No talking about job information in front of other clients and patrons. Now you have things to be doing. Off you go.” (y/n) said as he waved off the bartender. John’s eyebrow was raised while watching (y/n).

“The bartender called you boss." John asked (y/n) as he leaned over.

“Huh? Oh that? Yeah, he feels the need to do that since I employed him to scout for information talent and work behind the bar. Enjoy your night, John,” (y/n) said as he sat down on the stool next to John. John nodded as he turned back to his drink as (y/n) turned to join the wave of partygoers again.

The bartender sighed as he took the shot glasses from where (y/n) was standing as he mumbled about how he’s going to be picking (y/n) off one of the couches later. John overheard this and kept quiet as he heard the bartender talking to himself. John stood up and walked away from the bar, disappearing into the crowd, keeping an eye on (y/n) through the night, watching as he continued to drink. John sighed as he watched (y/n) get more and more drunk.

After the club closed and the key holder locked down the building for the night, John helped (y/n) into his car and headed back to his house (seeing as if he didn’t know (y/n)’s address). When John pulled into his garage, he looked over to (y/n) before shaking his head slightly and mumbling about how he shouldn’t have gotten himself involved with (y/n) outside of information collection. John walked around, opened the passenger door, undid the seatbelt, and picked up (y/n). John walked through his garage, kicking open the door gently. As he walked through the doorway, he heard Dog running to him and continued to move through his first floor and into a guest room. 

After laying (y/n) down on the bed, he worked on taking off (y/n)’s shoes, coat, and mask. John went to leave and sighed as he turned around to strip the rest of (y/n)'s clothes down to his boxers. He pulled the covers over (y/n)’s sleeping form. Collecting the clothes and mask, John left the room, closed the door, and headed down to the laundry room. He pulled (y/n)'s wallet and other items out of his pockets, setting them on the kitchen counter as he started the wash after putting (y/n)’s clothes in the washer, then walking into his bathroom and grabbing some painkillers and a cup of water before taking them back to the guest room where (y/n) was and putting them on the bedside table before leaving the room.

John went into his room, taking his suit off and placing the information on his desk. He then sat on the bed before laying down and falling asleep, several questions lingering in his mind.

[imaginespazzi]

GH Chapter 6 babyyyyy. Oooh girl, I needed this fluff! Feeling a little down in the dumps as our embryo transfer failed, and honestly this perked me up! No worries though I am remaining positive as we have a few more frozen embryos so we shall try again :) But truly reading this chapter yesterday gave me such a boost! Thank you :) REACTIONS - My only negative feedback/correction is that it is indeed, as easy for a literal child to buy alcohol in eastern Europe as it is to buy coke 😂😂😂 wild place. - The whole sequence of them in the gazebo, P bringing up the date, the angst, anticipation, butterflies brought me back to being 15. Which is a huge feat because girl, it was a while ago lol - "She does none of the above. Instead Azzi kisses Paige back." Oh thank the lord above Azzi Fudd LET YOUR LOINS LEAD YOU and chill a bit - Their hearts talking to each other. What a beautiful depiction of what it would feel like to be kissing your person again after all this time. Although I am firmly in the camp of them having had some sort of physical/sexual interaction either during Ps marriage or after her divorce teehee - “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?” AZZI does she have to spell it out in sky writing? She loves you and will always love you and will always want you. Forever. One step forward two steps back with this one eh - "Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.” See Paige is wise. Our dumb blonde is not so dumb when it comes to MATTERS OF THE HEART. And Vagina. - THE RULES. You been spending too much time w/ @pb524830 haha. Hopefully you don't EDGE US TO DEATH like a certain someone did for the first part of PnP. - I wanna know did they like sit down and have a formal conversation about what the rules are? Also what is within the kissing boundary lol Tongue? Little boob squeeze? Giving themselves blue-clits over here. Better buy batteries for their vibrators at Costco prob going through a couple double-As every 3 days. - But in all honestly the thought of them making out on Azzis couch after Stephie is in bed, then having to separate and have Paige go back to her house at the end of the night is very high school and precious and cute. - Ok girl you know the car seat thing was the highlight for me. You put a big smile on my face by including that I LOVED IT. And its pu-ple!!!! cute cute cute cute - “You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 - Dying at the contrast of Stephie thinking the sun shines out of P's ass and she is the moral and Christ-like center of the universe while Jon and Jose are like um no this bitch is a menace you don't even know - Awwww are the 3 of them gonna sleep in a queen sized bed w/ Stephie in the middle. I can't. Lil family - “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?” make me cry again why don't you - I think hearing EVERYONE around her calling P 'Paige' has gotta switch up Stephies name for her at some point. Maybe hearing Drew call her Paigey will influence her? Overall this was such delicious fluff and perfect whisps of angst. Made my day- my week! Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Am I terrified for whats to come? YUP! But hopefully you can preserve our hearts a little bit by keeping up some tender fluff throughout 😭 <3 🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼

Aww bby sending you so much virtual love and hugs. I'm glad this chapter cheered you up and I'm manifesting so hard for it to work next time <3

LMAO I did actually think of this but then was like when would Paige have time to just walk around Minsk and find alcohol lol?

That whole scene is veryy vaguely inspired by my own first kiss so it was actually pretty easy to write and I just channeled my inner 15 year old (been a while for me too) into it

NOT THE LOINS LMAO I had a feeling you'd appreciate the "plot twist"

Azzi's just an overthinker BUT SHE'S WORKING ON IT! In the meantime I guess blondie has custody of their one shared braincell.

LMAO I don't think anyone will ever get to the level of edging that @pb524830 did like she's simply just the queen of sexual tension and making us suffer.

THE CAR SEAT SCENE REALLY WAS FOR YOU SO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT

I'm so attached to Miss Buecks like I lowkey don't want to have Stephie call her anything else and I can't think of any other original nickname that only Stephie would call her.

[miniimapp]

Jesse - You Boys Are the (Homosexual) Supporting Cast

Gen;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; no ?? i mean,, stress and anger (from reader pov) but not really ??

Proofread + Edited ;; a little bit actually,, mainly when going through and adding the bold and the blue and the italics lmao

Auth. Note ;; bet y'all thought i died.. nah i ain't never leaving i'm just clumsy af and smashed my phone into smithereens,, prolly got y'all tho lmaoooo

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Jesse is an insufferable flirt

Which would be fine if you didn't have shit to do

But you do !!

Accepting the roles of stage manager as well as assistant director was the worst choice you could have ever made

So help the world if you ever get your hands on a time machine

The school production may fall apart but at least your mental health would still be somewhat intact

But for now you're stuck with mountains of responsibilities and a sweet fucking annoying distraction

Speaking of said distraction

Jesse plays the lead's best friend and also an asshole who won't let you get on with your work

So he has his fair share of time on stage

But even then, you can barely catch a break

As soon as he steps foot into the wings he somehow immediately finds you

It honestly baffles you how differently Jesse acts in and out of class

Okay but on a real note you can't be at all angry at Jesse

Not when he's being so sweet and charming

Even though he keeps getting in your way

At one point, when the director was sick so you had to take that over whilst being stage manager and assistant director as well you had snapped at Jesse

He hadn't even been flirting with you at that point

Mans was literally just in the vicinity

Apparently that was enough of a crime to warrant your wrath

You absolutely still cringe thinking about that day

You hadn't shouted or anything

No, no you'd angrily whispered

And because you were stressed and upset your voice jumped like 5 octaves

Okay maybe not but it felt that way

You were giving mickey mouse realness

Which we love :D

It just wasn't the time

It's never the time for mickey mouse realness in today's society smh

You were on the verge of tears and mass murder which is always a good combination

(why are you always breaking down around this man fr)

Jesse had stared at you wide-eyed as you shat out a monologue of stress and misplaced anger

And once you were finished, chest heaving and feeling lighter than you had in a while, Jesse sends you an encouraging smile

"Sorry, sweetheart, I never meant to offend ya. Honestly, I was kinda hoping I was breaking up your stress, that's where I was coming from anyway. Still, I only caused you grief, not very fair of me, I'll admit."

You sniffed, awkwardly laughing things off and rubbing at your face

"Sorry for snapping at you. God, why is it whenever we talk I'm always freaking out."

Jesse laughs, a cheeky grin lighting up his face

"It's so I can rescue you from the depths of your despair, like your very own knight in shining armour."

Your roll your eyes good-naturedly, your own smile making it's way onto your face

"Oh, my hero!"

You pretend to swoon and Jesse's smile widens

You give yourself a second to take a breath, realising that, as bad as it seems afterwards, you really needed this

"Thank for, um, listening I guess. I didn't realise how much I needed to get off my chest until I was throwing it at you so I'm sorry but thank you."

Jesse gives a small nod and smile

"Anytime...well, maybe not any but you get what I mean."

After getting over that bump in the road the two of you get on like a house on fire

And you quickly come to appreciate the break in routine that Jesse gives you

You never quite realise how much the stress is getting to you until Jesse drags you away from your scripts and into something else

Something fun

As you two become closer you notice that he's started becoming more.. touchy

Like brushing stray hairs out of you face

Or tapping the tip of your nose

Or giving you a side hug before going on stage

Or leaning up against you to read over your notes

Things like that

And at first you thought they were innocent, unconscious actions

Until of course he started winking at you as he walked on stage

Or smirking at you after smoothing down a stray hair

Or making stupid comments as he moves away

Jesse is absolutely fucking with you

This absolute bitch

You're about to pull up fr

And his flirting continues throughout the whole rehearsal period

And you love it

It gives you happy butterflies in your chest and stomach

It's bearable you suppose...

But his secret winks and smiles directed only at you do get you thinking a little bit

You've never really watched the rehearsals properly

Probably not a good thing to be realising now, seeing as you have such important roles

Oh well, you haven't ruined the show yet

Everything will probably be just fine

Obviously you'd directed and checked for cues when leading everyone backstage but you'd never just watched it

So as the rehearsals left before opening night dwindle to only a few you decide you'll just watch for once

And somehow you've never noticed that Jesse's character has a love interest

Not a problem

You have zero problems

Next question

Okay shut up

It does slightly grind on your nerves watching their confession scene

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It's fine.

No worries.

You can handle this.

But it certainly doesn't help that Jesse keeps making eye contact with you when saying his lines

Like,, bro

The director in you wants to scream

He's meant to be confessing to his love interest, not you !!

Make eye contact with the love interest !!

But the rest of you ??

Simply ascending every time Jesse confesses while gazing into your eyes

The dreamy asshole

Not so subtly glad he's looking at you and not at them

It's getting kinda hard to distinguish between reality and fiction

And the heat in your cheeks won't disappear regardless so that's great

Your only saving grace is that Jesse doesn't keep his eyes on you throughout the whole scene

But every time without fail, just before the scene ends, Jesse searches for your gaze and holds it, uttering his character's final line

"My love, for you I would do anything."

[romanticatheartt]

your headcanons for Emorie?

ps: I really love them too🥹

Note: apologize to anon for taking long to answer them I'm so busy this semester :')

They're so precious to me😭❤️‍🩹 Both Mor and Em deserve something special and I think they can have that with each other<3

So here's my headcanon for these two (both as a couple and as characters):

So let's start with them being mates. Yes they're mates, I refuse anything else!! The author describes the bond as a blessing, as a deeper connection and her couples are mostly mates because she want them to have it all. So I won't tolerate anyone whining about so many mated couples. If you don't like it, don't read it simple as that. (sorry I got heated because this always annoys me lol)

They're a power couple. Mor is a very skilled worrier and before she came of age everyone could feel she's more powerful than the rest and above all, she's NC's third in command. Emerie is the first Illyrian female that is Carynthian and on top of that a Valkyrie.

In acosf, when the Valkyries were making friendship bracelet, Emerie uses green, purple and gold. Siphons have red, blue and green stones and I think Emerie is going to have green siphons. 5 of them to be exact.

And the gold can be a hint at Mor's hair color...

She's also going to have Illyrian tattoos.

Their mating vow is going to be some sort of bargain that is going to appear on the ring finger<3

Mor will try to find a way to heal Emerie's wigs since she's traveling through continent.

And when they're healed, Em will always takes her flying at night.

They're both so possessive but Mor is not subtle at all!

There's this one time an Illyrian male dares to get close to her to insult her in her face. Em is calm and doesn't react but when he abruptly stops talking, she can't help the smirk appearing on her lips.

Because her fierce mate is putting a sword on the idiot's throat and is that blood? yup it is

Emerie is taller than Mor but she's very shy & calm and Mor is her sunshine and energetic mate. Their dynamic has an undertone of sub/dom and we all know who's gonna be who!

At first Emerie is crushing so hard on Morrigan and she's oblivious but she'll catch up slowly.

Since Mor said she likes to join the Valkyries training these two are always in pairs. Mor teaches Em some of her skills and it involves so many touching and Em is so hot and bothered all the time because her crush is touching her elbow and waist!!

In acowar Feyre is so excited to be the matchmaker for Mor so imagine her surprise whenever Mor is talking about her training with the Valkyries, she mostly talks about Nesta's friend and she gets curious.

So she joins the training one day and observes the thing that's going on between these two and realizes she's not the only one, Nesta is sensing somethings too. So she gets to know she has a clothing shop...

She's like:

fey: OMG you don't have any Illyrian leather to wear to training? mor: I literally have several at my house. fey: No you don't, they're burned. Nyx was trying his autumn power and he burned them all. teehee :D nyx: *looking all confused while sucking his tumb* fey: You should totally visit Emerie's shop!! em: *blushing so hard* nes: *face palm*

She's going to be a menace like her mate. She's not that subtle like him tho lmao.

Their first kiss is going to be in the said shop. While Emerie is trying to help her with the ties of her gear.

When Em is not looking, Mor sees her in the mirror and for the first time notices how beautiful she is. Her glowing skin, how the sunlight is shining on her wavy hair and most of all her fulll lips. She also notices her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

She's the most beautiful female she has ever seen.

She's so overwhelmed and feels like if she doesn't kiss her right this second she'll compost. So she does.

And for both feels like the sunshine finally revealing herself to their world.

From there, their dynamic is full of teasing and flirting from Mor and blushing from Emerie.

They don't jump into a relationship. There's much to healing and mending for both of them but they'll get there eventually. (I'm not gonna bring the angst here this is just fluff!)

Recognizing their bond isn't a grand, big thing. One night they're at Rita and Mor is dancing on the dance floor and Em is looking at her from the corner of the bar.

Mor senses her burning stare and when they lock eyes, they know...

Feyre will be the one who plans their mating ceremony with the help of Nesta and Gwyn.

She always gloat about how she was the one who pushed them together and she claims it as her biggest success.

Mor might've teased her like the rest of IC if it wasn't true. If Feyre wasn't the one who burned her clothes (LMAO) it might've took them longer to reach where they are.

They would've found their way to each other nonetheless because they both feel that it was inevitable. They were destined to find one another.

They're going to be famous. The Morrigan, who fought two war (probably more at that stage of the book) and The very first female, who has the title of Carynthian...

Please if you have any other headcanon, you can share it with me<3

[cringengl]

Hey!! It's the byler music fairy!! What are the songs you most associate with byler, Will, and/or Mike, and why??

(sorry for the lack of emojis... your askbox wouldn't let me add them D:)

aaaaahhhhh I have a couple of these haha

for byler, my fave songs for them i have is fly out west by yot club, which is literally s4 byler. like mike literally flies out west at the start of s4?? lmao. there's also lyrics like

Well, tell me, do you know?

You're all I dream about

Take it from me, I'm too dumb to recognize your doubt

Well, I don't wanna go

I'm in too far to leave

Tell me how you live so easily, young and naive

and

Talk bad, who's that?

Walk back to your place

I think you fake that smile that's on your face

which could honestly apply to both will and mike, one being all the other dreams about and being jealous about how naive they are, and also both of them faking their smiles, mike because of his failing relationship with el and will pretending to be ok with it.

ok so for the second one is true blue by boygenius, and although the title screams will as the chorus says that the love is 'true blue', which is obviously mike's colour, there's a bunch of lyrics that connect to both of them.

lyrics from mike's pov:

You can't help but become the sun - will has a bunch of light symbolism throughout the series, especially in the last ep where the light shines directly onto will from mike's pov

When you moved to Chicago, you were spinning out

When you don't know who you are, you fuck around and find out

When you called me from the train, water freezing in your eyes

You were happy and I wasn't surprised

i can totally see mike thinking that will was happier and trying new things in lenora without him, especially after the lies el told mike in her letters and then mike being a little upset about it.

this part is from will's pov:

Now you're moving in, breaking a sweat on your upper lip

And getting pissed about humidity and the leaky faucet- digging the grave for unnamed hero agent guy haha and creating el's mind fight bath

You already hurt my feelings three times

In the way only you could- it's not my fault you don't like girls, the lack of letters/calls when will was in lenora, and the rink-o-mania fight

You've never done me wrong

Except for that one time that we don't talk about

Because it doesn't matter anymore

Who won the fight?

I don't know, we're not keeping score

these lyrics also have major it's not my fault you don't like girls vibes.

and then finally from both of their povs:

But it feels good to be known so well

I can't hide from you like I hide from myself

I remember who I am when I'm with you

Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

Ooh-ooh

this is major painting scene vibes, with both will and mike feeling understood by the other, and not hiding from eachother.

finally, to finish this super long post off, here's a song that is soooo mike wheeler coded that literally every lyric can be applied, forever dumb, by surf curse. it's all mike's pov

I would run away from you, if I could

Never really wanted to, but I guess I should run - the first two lines obviously correlate to will and how mike feels about him leading to him wanting to run from him

I would fall in love with you, but I can't

It's too hard, maybe we'll just pretend- the next two lines are about his relationship with el lmao

But it's hard when I don't know what to do

I'm angry and I'm tired and confused

I got so many thoughts stuck in my head

And none of them make much sense- big big big mike vibes

I said I would follow you, but I lied

Don't be mad

Well, at least I tried- 'follow you' is both related to crazy together as well as mike's relationship with el

I never had a spot for you in my life

Which was true

Till I heard you cry- mike meeting el for the first time and taking her in or byler meeting at the swingset

And your tears dripped down your face into my eyes- either the van scene or el telling mike that he never said i love you

I'm sorry and I hate myself this time

Cause I got so many thoughts stuck in my head

And none of them

Make much sense

anyway, tysm for the ask!! (this was my reminder to change my anon settings haha)

here are the three songs!!!

[milflewis]

Niamh, HG AU, I so desperately want everyone's backstory here. The Michael and Lewis bit is honestly what completely did it for me, punched me in the gut. God. And then -- Mick!!! Hello! Sobbing

Let's start with Seb being a mentor tho bc...yes. He would be and the hope, the emotional investment... I can't bear it, actually. With Lewis, the clients...skin crawling, also, the trident, the secrets instead of money....you're not planning on giving him the same ending as Finnick, right, because, don't.

Sewis tho, how did they happen. What is their story. Also. How did they win their games. And! Does Lewis get reaped again during the Quarter Quell. Am I getting this right. The angst, holy fuck

PIERRE AS KATNISS AND YUKI AS PEETA why is this so PERFECT. The scene with the berries. I haven't seen this scene in years and suddenly I was right back. You're mine now!!??? Help help help. I actually felt like kicking my feet when you wrote Pierre covering a quick grin right after their victory was announced. He's clever!!! Your spin on this scene...I want more of these two right now, I'm obsessed

ok so this got reallllly long lol sorry. i'm just so!!!!!! about this au

at his heart sebastian is a teacher. a mentor. every year he tries and every year he fails. he can never be enough bc no one person is enough to change The Games. he keeps trying anyway.

lewis is. finnick adjacent ahsjdaj. i do Not plan to kill him off lmao dw!!! but i am basing a lot of his story around finnick's. and sewis. ok. think old friends. think an ally where you were once alone. think 'Hamilton has found a friend'.

lewis was fourteen when he was Reaped. fourteen and small and curls down around his ears and skinny ankles. the camera zoomed in on his brother's teary eyes. hamilton had already lost a sister to the games five years ago. he is frowning and quiet and solemn. he speaks very little and chitchat does not come naturally to him. he is a little too wild for comfort. his stylist shaves him near bald and makes his cheeks rosy and tells him to speak as soft as he can. flutter those long lashes. bono, it turns out, is lewis's saving grace bc his mentor, fernando alonso, doesn't look at him after lewis tells him he's washed and old and useless when fernando laughs at lewis saying he's going to win this year. lewis is fourteen and small and the Capitol's Darling when he spears five different tributes in the stomach with a makeshift trident. he has been swimming since he was three. hauling in fishing nets for a little under a decade. those who do not work in district four do not eat. he is the youngest victor ever and michael schumacher tilts his glass at him during the celebrations. he tells lewis to do as they ask, not matter the price. lewis does not listen. his family pays for it.

three years later, sebastian is Reaped, and he's small and fourteen and has small hands and a wide smile. they leave his curls. he laughs and he charms and he plays the demure shy shining golden boy card. sebastian has always been very good at playing this game. he can't stop smiling. he avoids killing until the very end, hiding out and stealing from other tributes. he paints his face and arms and legs and runs through the trees. he kills the last two tributes with his bare hands. michael is his mentor. sebastian does what they ask. he listens.

michael is the one to introduce them, tipsy and grinning and bright eyed. he waits two years until sebastian is sixteen and of age and then leaves. lewis never talks to seb about it. the walls have ears.

it is not until seven years after lewis's games, four years of sebastian talking at lewis, that valtteri bottas is reaped and he's just another face in a series of deaths and he's not even from lewis's district so what does lewis care but valtteri comes up to him in the capitol, a bruise on his cheek, eyes so fucking blue, and says, i want you. lewis laughs in his face, half drunk. your secrets don't interest me. and valtteri rolls his eyes. no. no, i want you to be my mentor. lewis laughs again. no, you don't. valtteri blinks at him, unmoving, hand over the lift's buttons so lewis can't get out. yes, i do. i remember you. in the games. i want you to teach me to do what you do. i need you to. and so lewis does. he helps him and valtteri survives. when sebastian congratulates him, it's the first time he ever sees lewis smile.

they talk more after that. fernando and lewis switch being mentor year to year. sebastian is district twelve's only victor so he never stops. sometimes when they're both in the Capitol, lewis finds sebastian already tucked into lewis's bed in his apartment. he always has lewis's tea, hot and waiting, in a thermos on the kitchen counter. sometimes he washes lewis's hair and body for him after nights when lewis is working.

lewis does get reaped during the quarter quell and he is soooo annoying to pierre who is Furious over this beautiful cocky smiling man. sebastian is the one to hold him when pierre finds out they left yuki behind in the arena but it is lewis who teaches him how to get up in the mornings despite it all.

(there is a coin tucked into the inside of lewis's shoe during the quarter quell. it is the same one sebastian had around his neck during his games. sebastian holds it so tightly it digs an imprint into his palm when he waits for lewis to wake up on their flight to district thirteen.)

pierre is Nothing if not possessive and he has very little people he counts as his own - charles and alex - and now yuki. maybe sebastian. there are his and he is theirs. fuck the rest of them.

[malyziomeczekk]

•Yawntu•

Mansk didn't know why he did this. It was a bad idea from the very beginning, so why did his body move before he could even think of the consequences? there was no reason for them to let him live. He wouldn't.

summary: recom!mansk x male!oc, mlm, blood, injuries, death, guns, killing, torture, manhandling, angst (with happy ending?)

word count: 2k

tawtute - sky person, human ; skxawng - idiot, moron

comments: hi cuties! I am new to this app so some things might look a bit messy, but I was sooo excited to finally publish this fic! I’m still not sure how long it’s going to take but it will be what it be lmao. Also i was a bit conflicted whether to change it to fem!reader but then I thought that my awesome oc would fit Mansky boy the best so I ended up with him. lmn if you'd like a blog strictly about him! However!! I have planned another fic with my fav recom (fem!r) so do not worry, my dudes! For now please enjoy this story, reblog if u can, and leave a feedback! I’d love to read your comments <33 ALSO english is not my first language so please be aware of that!

chapter 1 — tawtute

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“Five times when Mansk learned how to See and one time when he didn’t”

A soft whiff of smoke and herbs broke inside the hut easily, mixing with the smell of sweat and gunpowder still lingering to the unmoving figure on the sleeping mat. If it wasn't for slight movements and sudden twitches of this person's limbs, someone could think he was dead, motionless most of the time. 

He was barely conscious – drifting between reality and his own subconsciousness. He felt as if he was dreaming. Or maybe he was just dead? Maybe he was midway to meeting the soft embrace of death’s creepy, bony arms, welcoming him in the afterlife? Then, he remembered; he didn't believe in this bullshit. Heaven, hell, little flying angels with their buttcheeks bare, shining like Lyle’s bald head in the morning light. An airy huff escaped his slightly parted lips, bringing him back. It was the first thing he felt.

 He could move again. A rush flew in his veins, making him gasp for air as if he was drowning past a few minutes and yank his upper body upwards. His eyes forced open. His eyesight was blurry, not used to the brightness that hit him from all directions – slowly he was able to recognise more shapes, and differentiate items in the cottage. Absentmindedly, one of his hands searched for his glasses that have always stayed near him in case he needed to quickly put them on. But he couldn't find them. 

Then he felt the second thing. A rapid pain in his lower abdomen. Mansk glanced down just to be met with some type of cloth resembling a bandage in its texture, but looked like it was made from paper-thin strings of a plant. It was neatly wrapped around his waist – tight enough to keep whatever injury he had beneath closed and steady, but flexible enough to not make it uncomfortable to move. He could smell some kind of ointment under it. 

“Not bad” he grumbled under his wrinkled nose, still a bit grumpy because of the lack of his shades, but yet intrigued about the craft of this type of dressing. 

“I could have left you there to bleed out, ungrateful tawtute.”

He’d turned around so fast, for a second he thought he snapped his own neck. The pain from the haisty movement made him hiss, his tail thumped hard on the wooden floor. Mansk forced himself to not wince, scanning the hut with his sharp amber eyes. Then he saw it. A tall, blue silhouette of a man, his back facing the injured one. He was preparing something quietly in the far corner of the room and if it wasn't for him talking back, his presence would have stayed unknown. Only his tail was moving, swishing furiously, one side to another, causing a soft breeze to float his way, simultaneously letting him know that his host was not pleased having him there. 

Then it all hit him. The forest, the failed ambush, his injury. He was alone in enemy’s camp, without all his gear. And without his shades.

Private turned on his not injured side, arms tense from the effort to stay up and not curl up from the pain. He was almost on his knees, when a soft but firm hand pushed him back down with such ease, it made him angry. He wasn't aware he was this weak. A little spark willing to fight back – even a little, made him rest on his forearms, not giving in completely. The unknown person looked at him, head tilted slightly to the side, making a couple of braided strands to swing loosely around his sharp jaw. A spark of curiosity flickered through his bright eyes – as if he was amused by the pathetic attempt to fight back – but as fast as it appeared as fast it was gone, replaced by annoyed grimace.

“Sit.” The person in front demanded, pushing him even more into the mat, a bowl of greenish substance in the unoccupied hand. Recom unwillingly noted in his mind that the voice, despite dripping with irritation, was really pleasant to listen to. “You will open wounds, skxawng!”

A  hiss escaped Na’vi’s plump lips, bearing his double sets of canines threateningly. Mansk had decided it was in his best interest not to add more fuel to the fire, so without any more complaining, he laid back down, carefully watching every single move of the possible danger from the native’s direction. 

Na’vi looked like he was taken aback by the sudden change of character, but he quickly shaked his head, bringing the clutter of colorful beads in his hair to knock against each other in a calming clicking sound. He put down the pot with a smelly thingy at Mansk’s hip height, carefully moving his way towards the injured body. Waiting for any sign of resistance or discomfort, he searched recom’s face with his intense gaze, but when he didn't see any, gently began removing the bandages around his waist and torso. He was careful not to unnecessarily cause any more pain.

 A wave of cold air grazed his now uncovered skin, making Mansk shiver slightly. He hoped his doctor (at least he thought he could call him that, judging on the situation they both were currently in), didn't see that, but he was quickly proven wrong. Slender, cold fingers in a second retreated from his abdomen, perceptive eyes locked with his own. A silent conversation was exchanged, then the young Na’vi pressed carefully two fingers near the damaged skin, still thoroughly inspecting Mansk’s face.

“Hurt?”

“No.” He spat through clenched teeth in a clear discomfort.

The man above hummed silently, deciding to ignore the feeling that his patient was lying and picked up a clean white cloth. It was drenched in water, making it easier to wipe off the remaining muddy ointment from recom’s stomach. Mansk was calmly following every action made on his torso, having to appreciate the fast but diligent work of the man sitting next to him. 

When his eyes finally dared to leave Na’vi’s skillful hands alone, he peeked at the stinging wound on his lower build. Private wasn't even aware that he inhaled a big portion of air, not prepared to reveal not only one, but two holes in his abdomen. First one looked like a typical gun shot, but the second one was uneven, like someone had to forcefully yank an foreign object out of his gut, leaving some nasty scar behind. 

“This one stayed in” a slim finger once again found its way to his body, pointing at the bullet wound near his pancreas. The Na’vi seemed to be searching for the right words, before he spoke again. “Only one way, I took it out easily. But this…” His finger brushed the second wound almost imperceptibly, close to his hip. 

Mansk shivered again.

 “Went in through your back, out here. Neytiri’s arrow. You should thank Eywa for sparing your life.” He advised faintly.

Mansk’s eyebrows wrinkled, almost meeting in the middle of his forehead. He had not a single idea who this whole Eywa is – maybe that name was somewhere in his memory but apparently his brain had decided it's not important enough to pay attention to. And he honestly didn't give a shit. 

There were more important things – he tried to recall what had happened before he passed out, but it was hard to focus when those skilled palms roamed all around his chest and stomach, putting on the freshly prepared cold greenish ointment from the pot. The stench of mashed herbs and plants hit his nostrils with a rather undesirable aroma. It was an awful smell, but bearable.

 It was wiser not to complain while being in the clear disadvancement, he pointed to himself.

He knew he got hit in the crossfire, when everything had gone to hell. It was a total massacre. It happened so fast there was barely time to react. Walker got killed immediately. Shot straight in the head. He saw Zhang go down too for sure. 

Mansk groaned when the new bandage got pressed on the injuries. This time however, the young Na’vi didn't stop, it was like he wanted to do it as fast as he could, so the pain would go away faster. It was confusing. The compassion Na’vi feel for everything and anything was something beyond his imagination. 

They killed so many of them, destroyed their home, yet there stood one before him, overseeing his suffering with care, as painlessly as possible. 

But he didn't say anything. 

His whole body was aching, a heat was emitting from his wounds. It was a miracle he survived or rather – has been saved. He could have easily avoided them. One of them in particular. The bullet.

Mansk didn't know why he did this. It was a bad idea from the very beginning, so why did his body move before he could even think of the consequences? There was no reason for them to let him live, even after what he had done. He wouldn't.

As if the young man read his mind, he wiped his hands in another cloth neatly folded on his lap, getting rid of the rest of the healing paste he’d been using before. Mansk has noticed the irises of curiosity in those big eyes, the flicks of long, pointy ears, still alerted and on guard.

The Na’vi was preparing to ask questions that lingered at the back of his throat for so long. But he patiently waited till Mansk was taken care of, rested comfortably and focused on him fully. Then, he spoke.

“Why save Tuk?”

The soldier stayed quiet. It was a good goddamn question. Why did he do it? It wasn't like he suddenly felt sympathy towards captured kids.

“I don't know.” He declared, a sign of uncertainty hidden in his low voice. Young Na’vi seemed confused.

“You don't know? Why?”

Mansk huffed and shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable under heavy glare.

“I told you I don't know. It's just… I had to. I felt like I had to.” It wasn't entirely true. It was a whole ass mess out there, bullets and arrows everywhere –  hard to actually see who was aiming at who.

It was difficult to move under constant fire, but something inside Recom’s head was screaming. It was like a fucking call from a God himself. His instincts had kicked in when he saw a tied up child, thrashing around with panic in huge golden eyes. His legs worked faster than he could think of anything else. He reached the girl in two big steps and dropped to his knees. Tuktirey stiffened for a second, but almost instantly hissed in his face, in a poor attempt of intimidation. Ignoring her tantrum, he took out a magnetic key and made contact with the handcuffs. They fell loose on the trampled grass. 

Everything slowed down for a couple of seconds – little Na’vi looked up at Mansk with glossy eyes, not sure of the intention of this big scary man. He pushed her encouragingly, sending her way a small but reassuring smirk. He made sure she was running away; almost out of the shooting range. 

Then he turned back to the battlefield and froze.

He couldn’t put a specific face on his teammate, but one of them was aiming at a small figure near an overthrown log, clueless of a creeping danger. 

And then he jumped. A loud shot. Silence. 

His body twitched, startling the man at his side. The native swiftly stood up with grace, giving him one last look of honey-like eyes. This time however there was no hostility behind them. They softened, with some kind of comprehension.

“Sleep. You need it to heal.”

But before the mysterious person could step outside of the hut, Mansk shocked himself anew.

“Hey! The girl… She alright?”

A soft, soothing smile spread on Na’vi’s lips.

“Don’t worry. She is well.”

Once again, Mansk was left alone, silence as his only companion. 

[saltinekryze]

ahsoka 1x08 (finale!!) liveblog / post-mortem

under a cut because a) i have a lot of thoughts, and b) i finally updated my tumblr app and i can do that on mobile now

in the recap where thrawn talked about “wren and bridger” as a team and there was a shot of them grasping each others’ wrists mid-fight, the epitome of trust and partnership — chef’s kiss. i luv them

“even i fell victim to the heroics of a single jedi” yeah thrawn you better give ezra his flowers

the nightsister ritual is cool af. i’m still wondering why morgan elsbeth looked mostly human in the first place. is she generations removed from the nightsister line?

“the blade emitter is too narrow” lmao was that a nod to the criticism about how the lightsabers in rebels looked skinny

ANOTHER KANAN MENTION

“HE TAUGHT ME EVERYTHING I KNOW” 😭😭😭

EZRA’S USING THE SAME EMITTER AS KANAN AND USING A BLUE KYBER CRYSTAL 😭😭😭😭 THERE’S ONLY TWO EMITTERS OF THAT SAME KIND. IM FINE!!!!!

oh i’m glad sabine got her helmet back. (did she get it back last ep and i just didn’t notice?)

ahsoka, sabine and ezra all fighting the troopers is VERY COOL!!! please imprint that scene onto my brain

oh it feels soooo good to see ezra fighting with a saber again

zombie troopers! oh shit!!

“what’s your excuse?” “i missed you” AWWWW I LOVE THEM ❤️❤️

“for dathomir” 🥺 idk can we get merrin and morgan to have a cup of tea together or something. can they just vibe together

yessss let diana lee inosanto’s skills shine!! major props to rosario dawson too, i can’t imagine the amount of training she undertook

ezra and sabine fighting more troopers together with lightsabers HELL YA

ezra’s nervous smile as he stabbed the night trooper PLEASEEE that is so him

so there we have it… sabine using the force…. cool moment but again dave. we don’t HAVE to make everyone force-sensitive. that being said, i do enjoy the contrast of the effort it took sabine to summon her saber vs. the ease with which ezra summoned his. different levels of force-proficiency! i suppose that’s something they’ll explore more later (in a different series or in the upcoming filoni film?)

ezra’s trust in sabine!! sabine’s trust in herself!!! THE FORCE JUMP!!! (i guess sabine really unlocked her force abilities just then. 0-100 real quick. i am still figuring out how i feel about that.)

the troopers just standing in a circle watching ahsoka and morgan fight lmao. like a cursed dance battle

SABINE CAME BACK FOR AHSOKA 😭😭😭😭 oh this is such a good moment for her character. i’m so proud of her

ezra up to his old tricks stealing stormtrooper armor and imitating voices on comms :)))

“i knew your master” sick thrawn novel reference. so where’s the chiss ascendancy

SABINE AND AHSOKA ARENT MAKING IT BACK HOME. I FEEL SICK. IM SO SAD

SABINE AND EZRA WERE FINALLY REUNITED AFTER ALL THESE YEARS AND NOW THEY’RE SEPARATED AGAIN. I AM ILL

MORAI!!!!!!

oh there’s shin. that shot of her on howler-back raising her saber? dope af

BAYLAN STANDING NEAR MORTIS GOD FIGURES???

the Daughter’s head is missing. so i guess they are setting it up so ahsoka will take her place somehow and restore the balance. she’s imbued with her spirit after all

the fuck is thrawn planning to do on dathomir?

so like. did ezra just steal a ship and sneak away? no one noticed? or cared?

DID CHOPPER RECOGNIZE EZRA FROM AFAR?? IM CRYINGGGG

“hi hera. i’m home.” THE LOOK ON HERA’S FACE ❤️❤️ EZRA’S TEARY SMILE

ahsoka telling sabine “it’s time to move on” … leave me the fuck alone. sabine HAS to get back to the ghost crew. she just has to. i cannot bear it if she never sees them and never gets to go home again. i can’t even think about it too hard

FORCE GHOST ANAKIN WATCHING THEM (sabine can sense him too so i suppose she’s officially part of The Disaster Lineage. good luck bestie)

THE BEAUTIFUL MUSIC!!!!!

i do have some bones to pick though: namely — NO ONSCREEN HERA AND EZRA HUG????? NO ONSCREEN EZRA AND JACEN MEETING??????? DOES EZRA EVEN KNOW ABOUT HIM?!!

i wish we got more of a hint of what baylan is up to. ray stevenson is a tremendous actor and his presence will be greatly missed.

i might just write an angsty fic about ezra returning to the empty communications tower sabine lived in and maintained in his absence. i’m in shambles. goodbye!

[wetbloodworm]

doodled this a while ago and decided i want it here. gta au ivan! mostly i wanted to draw some of his tattoos. i’ll probably never design his full arm sleeve but i like the mix of blue for his prison tattoos and the black for the new ones he got to fill out the sleeve.

on a design note, i very specifically don’t give gta au ivan the little white highlights i put in people’s eyes usually, at least when he’s not interacting with someone he loves and actually conceptualizes as a fully realized person. he’s smiling and cheerful when interacting with most people but his expression is flat and i think i’ve described him as having dead eyes before lol. losing the eye highlight is just an indicator of that! i think it’s fun. i also specify gta au ivan because, while in other AUs he’s always more open and expressive with people he’s comfortable around, his default expression otherwise is... not so dead, lol. you can tell the difference between a ‘this is just what my face does’ smile or an ‘i’m actively smiling at you to be polite/friendly’ and a real genuinely happy smile with all ivans, but gta au ivan doesn’t mask quite as hard because he barely recognizes other people as people. it’s a combination of not caring enough about other people to even consider that he should look less off-putting and of not wanting to show how he actually feels. gta au ivan is WAY more emotionally closed off and has chosen to switch off the part of his brain that feels compassion for most people. he still goes along with a lot of the social rules he’s learned and the part of him that cares about how people are treated/cares about being polite isn’t completely dead, but for the most part people are basically objects and tools and toys until he gets to know them well enough for something to click in his brain.

(gta au ivan fascinates me don’t mind my rambling)

WAIT i drew a comparison before! okay this is even older and it was done pretty quickly so don’t worry about it

in the second one he’s got the eye highlight, a wider smile, and the smile actually reaches his eyes. subtle differences because it IS a fairly subtle shift, a lot of people wouldn’t notice it, but it’s there. i just think these details are fun.

losing the eye highlight it something i use a lot actually to depict something being Wrong or to indicate that the facial expression isn’t genuine. not always, because sometimes the style just doesn’t require the highlight, but the more detailed the drawing is the more likely i’m gonna use that indicator. now that i’m talking about it i’m putting some examples under the cut because it’s my blog and i can go off topic if i want

warning, lots of pics here so it’ll get long

hunger games AU charlie! the one where they’re crying gets the highlight because they’re not masking. in the other two they’re acting cheery for the camera after an extraordinarily traumatizing experience so the highlight’s gone to indicate those smiles are absolutely not genuine lol

another hunger games au charlie. genuine emotion but that emotion is ‘doing just really bad right now’

dnd au charlie in their sunny mask! this one is just a style choice partly because this was a quick sketch and i left their sclera as pure white instead of off-white, which would make the pure white highlight not stand out as much. how can you tell when it’s a style choice and when it’s symbolic? well. uh. uhhh. anyway more examples

another hunger games au charlie, i’m in that folder rn lol. eye shine in the first one because they’re acting but doing alright, no eye shine in the second one because. y’know. trauma.

just posted this one lol but another example! genuinely happy vs boiling over with rage and grief

symbolic vs style example. highlight stands out more on the left drawing than it would on the right drawing. it’d get lost on the little one, and it’s not as detailed to boot.

symbolic choice here. angery and trying to hide it even if he’s failing lmao

making vs genuine expression, but both get the highlight because asya’s still trying in the first one and she’s not completely closed off emotionally.

also masking but she was caught off-guard and isn’t trying as hard

first two lacking the highlights are style choices, bottom two with the highlights are symbolic. EXTRA highlight in the bottom left because extra happy, bottom right she’s just real emotional. it feels obvious to ME that the top ones are style choices but i don’t. know how to articulate the reasoning.

OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

[fluffyeddybear]

Ok I've been waiting and hoping that they localize the Blue Reflection mobile game so in the meantime I wanna go ahead make the post I mentioned, talking about the new reflectors and their transformation designs. I'm gonna go left to right and have their uniforms and reflector forms side by side.

Shiho Kasuga. She uses a katana. She's not really new, she's in the sequel which I have yet to play and I've mentioned her reflector form before, but I wanna go in depth a bit. The belts are very Square Enix and that's not an insult. The chains are cool, the skirt and the white part of her shirt are nice, and the ribbons in her hair are very pretty. The biggest issue is the way her shirt slides off her shoulder, most of her titty is out and you can see another belt covering part of it. Why? Like you could have just had her shoulder out if you wanted to give a bit of flare to her design. And if that wasn't bad enough, I was playing the demo for the sequel and she jumps to attack and you can see all up in your face, she's wearing nothing but belts under the skirt. Like...she's a teenager.

Yukiko Takaoka. She uses magical orb drones and it fits the mythical fae look. But again the chest is a major issue. If they pulled up the top, this would have been my favorite new design. The top itself is so cute (I love baggy sleeves) and the blue of it all is so nice, I love the accessories, the antlers look so good with her hair and eyes, and the bunny companion is adorable. Literally just pull the shirt up. Also personally I don't like the idea that transforming means you don't have any disabilities like why isn't she wearing her glasses? I had that with Hinako in the first game, but after replaying I noticed Hina said she feels light as air so I assumed that meant she didn't need to worry about pressure being put on her injured leg. I hope it's that and I hope Yukiko just takes her glasses off so she won't break them.

Nanaka Azumi. Love this outfit. The shoulders and the sleeves! Love fluttery clothes! The purple is cool and looks great with the pink in her hair. This is like a pretty villain lol. Her wolf companions and the wolf ear hair accessories really bring the look together. She uses brass knuckles which is odd with her design, but hey she beats ass lol.

Meiqi Xiao. The protagonist. This dress is gorgeous, but again these are teenagers. If this was on a grown woman, she would be so cunty. Her hair and the flower in it looks very pretty. She's giving me another villain look especially with the horned demon skeleton companion. She uses a sword which is pretty standard for protagonists of this series.

Yu Alesia Morisaki. Her design is very angelic but still fits the post apocalyptic setting. I don't have a lot to say about her. It's nice and the wings they gave her are cool and unique, they didn't just slap feathered wings on her. She uses a spear and that gives her a valkerie feel and I like that as well.

Kanna Hoshiya. CAT GIRL CAT GIRL LMAO. But for real, only minor issue is the titty window. Other than that, LOVE this design! I didn't mention how their school uniforms are incorporated into their transformations because right here is where it really shines! The red plaid looks SO cool against the black armor parts. The cat ears and the tail look sharp and badass. She also uses her fists to fight and that works incredibly well with the claws on her gauntlets. She also does a windmill punch and she's incredibly energetic which fits her cat design, it's great. She might be my second fave.

Ayami Ikoma. She's my absolute fave! She looks like she could be in TWICE. First off, hate the chest. I get it's supposed to be cut to resemble butterfly wings but you can do that in any other way, also stop showing teenage girls' chests. But anyway the butterfly theme is beautiful! I love the sleeves on her top, the skirt is so so pretty, the butterfly accessories are cute, the way her hair looks and the multicolored eyes are so ethereal, and THE WINGS.....GIRL! I even like her school uniform. The blazer is nice. She uses a spear as well and I think it fits the fairy look overall.

Kirara Kuno. Honestly this is the worst design. She's in the sequel but as far as I know she doesn't transform at all in it. I thought she was gonna be the Chibi Moon of the group with how she looks younger than everyone else. Her design is the creepiest because of how much younger she looks. Truthfully if they button her shirt up, it'd look perfectly fine....but they didn't so... but since I gave positives to everyone else, I'll give a few here. I love the dragon theme and the various shades of green. The dragons with her look really cool and I like that they coil into looking like wings. The dragon scale armor on her arms and legs are nice. I like the shade of green in her hair, her pink eyes, and the pink ribbon accessory is cute. And again if it wasn't for her exposed chest, the overall outfit would be very cool, but it sadly ruins it entirely. It's weird. Her weapons are the orb drones and I think she should switch with Nanaka. Fists would fit better.

[greatbigstorm]

ultimate group tag ✨

i was tagged by belén aka @e-uph0r1a 💖

my ult group is shinee! 💎💖

1. Who was your first bias?

Jonghyun! He seemed so soft and looked so cute 🥺

2. Who is your bias now?

I mean, it’s still Jonghyun... but out of the four boys, maybe it’s Taemin?

3. What was the first MV you watched by them?

Hello! Still my favorite song by them to this day because it holds so much sentimental value to me 😭

4. What’s your favorite MV?

Probably either 1 of 1 or Married To The Music!

5. If you could only listen to one of their songs for the rest of your life, which would it be?

My first instinct was to say Hello, but I don’t think I could live without View.

6. Who would you want to see them collab with?

I’m not really picky! I really liked that remix Key did with Years & Years!

7. What (MV) concept do you want to see them do?

What haven’t they done already tbh... their current concept looks really wild though.

8. Have you ever had a dream with any of the members in it?

Jjong appears in my dreams every once in a while, but I can’t remember anything specific.

9. If you could spend a day with one member, who would it be and what would you do?

I want to sit with Jonghyun, maybe at like a park with a nice fountain and lots of flowers around. Somewhere really pretty and calm. I want to tell him that I’ve loved him since I was 16, and that I’ve never stopped loving him. I want to tell him that he makes me feel better when I’m feeling down about myself. I want to tell him that I’m so fucking proud of him. I want to tell him that I want to turn back time and appreciate him even more than I already did. I want to hug him and I want to tell him that I’m always missing him. Fuck, I’m not going to cry right now so I’m going to stop this answer here 😫

10. Which member do you think you would get along with best?

Probably Taemin, because I can also be pretty unhinged 😂

11. Which member do you think you would argue with?

I love Key but for some reason I don’t think me and him would mesh very well together 💀

12. If you had to let one member scroll through your Tumblr, who would it be?

Maybe Jinki? I feel like the others would be more likely to make fun of me 😂

i’m tagging @btsbias @knjz @extrablush and whoever else would like to do this! ✨

[ink-and-blotts]

Day 2 - Submission

Kinktober day 2, which is definitely not 5 days late, I would never post anything late of course ;-;

Warnings: reader is a little bit of a toxic dom at first, punishment mention, marking, blood mention, submissive tomura x dom reader, tory sucking (except tomuras getting his titties sucked lmao), mommy kink, slight degrading + praise, a little bit of cockworship, face fucking, descriptive mentions of his cock + cum, soft aftercare :)

It’s late when you come home to your shared apartment. You’re exhausted at this point, mentally, as you drag yourself up a flight of stairs and to your apartment door.

You’re careful to be quiet as you shut the door behind you—Tomura’s bedtime was just over an hour ago and you know how hard it is to get him back to sleep once he’s awake.

The lights are all off, so you struggle to make your way through the pitch darkness, wincing as you bump into furniture as you make your way to your room. The door’s shut, and you’re careful to keep quiet as you slowly turn the knob and push it open, old hinges screeching in a way that makes you cringe.

You expect to see Tomura asleep in your shared bed, cuddled up in an excessive amount of blankets and cuddling the ridiculously huge plush teddybear you’d won him from the city carnival last year. He’s usually got at least three pillows to accommodate him—one for his head, one for his arms (along with the teddybear), and one between his thighs for comfort. But tonight you see none of that.

He’s laying on his side, covers up to his waist with his shirt off—probably lounging in his boxers despite you buying him so many silky, expensive pajamas for him to wear. Blue light shines onto his face and you see something on his phone, bedsheets rustling slightly, but you’re too far away to see what he’s looking at.

At first, you figure he fell asleep scrolling through social media or something. But then you hear a soft moan coming from his side of the bed, and jealousy sparks in your chest.

Aside from the basic ground rules of a dom-sub relationship, you two really only have one strict rule: no porn for either of you.

It makes you jealous, you had explained when you realized he hadn’t quit his porn addiction after the first few weeks of dating, seeing him cum all over his fist for some other woman. Of course he didn’t know any better—still a virgin when you met with barely any dating experience, he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do when he needed to shoot off a load, especially when you weren’t around.

You call me, you’d explained, a bit annoyed. Whether you’re at work, with friends, in the other room, you made sure that if he needs to cum, he fucking calls you.

So why was he committing an act of such disrespect? You come home late one night and this is what he does?

You make no effort to stay quiet anymore, dropping your bag onto the floor and storming over to the bed, snatching the phone out of his hand.

“What’s this all about, eh?” You ask.

He jumps, startled, and tries to grab the phone back, but you keep it out of his reach.

“Y-You’re home?”

“What does it look like? I had some entitled customer offer extra money half an hour after closing and got forced to deal with them for another hour—I’m home a little late and you immediately go watching that shit? Did you even think?”

“That shit? What are you talking about?” He sounds nervous, raspy voice shaking as he stares at the phone in your hand and back to your glare.

“You know what I’m talking about, Tomura,” you snap. “You deliberately stayed up past your bedtime because I didn’t come home early, didn’t even bother to lock the door while you jacked off to another girl getting her back blown out, and now you’re lying? Fucking disrespectful,”

“A—Another girl?”

Tomura laughs, unexpected from you even considering his brattiness. He’s usually bold, but he thinks he can laugh about something like this?

“Something funny?” You ask, annoyed. “What kinda shit were you even watching?”

You pick up his phone and unlock it—your face already registered for his ID unlock—and your expression softens.

You expected to see lewd videos of girls with spread legs and abhorrently fake moans, exaggerated expressions and poor scripting as they attempt to make the shit look hot.

But instead you see a social media app, on some account you don’t recognize—you have all his passwords, of course—and dozens of reblogged thirst tweets.

They’re dirty, unbelievably dirty—you knew your baby was a slut, but he can’t even tell you what he wants when you’re about to fuck him, let alone repost these things for anyone on his blog to see.

You stare for a moment, reading through them, and looking back to Tomura’s expression.

His laughs of disbelieve have faded into nervous chuckles, face gone redder than his eyes as he watches you scroll through his phone.

“This is what you were staying up doing?” You ask in disbelief, feeling guilty for yelling at him just a moment ago. “You were the moaning I heard? And—And what’s the fake account for? Who’s is this?”

“I—It’s mine,” he admits sheepishly. “’m sorry, mommy—I should’ve told you I made a new one, but—but then you would’ve looked at it and seen the posts and—”

You shut him up with a messy kiss, lips lazily slotting against his as you cup his burning face, more embarrassment seeping into his cheeks.

“This is what you were doing, up past your bedtime?” You chuckle, laying down next to him and showing him the posts as if he wasn’t the one who saved him. “Do you see how slutty this makes you look?”

“I—I know, mommy, you don’t need to rub it in,” he stammers, tongue tripping over his words as his voice shakes. “I just—”

“These go back for weeks, love,” you tease. “You’ve been reading these for a while, hm? Wishing they were you?”

“Well I—erm—”

You silence him with another kiss, softer this time, and keep scrolling through the posts.

“You want these? You want it to be you?”

“Yes—no! I mean—”

You laugh a little and pull him into your chest, muttering about how that’s just so cute, love, and that if he needed these things so bad, he could’ve just asked.

“‘m’not good at using my words, mommy—you know that!”

“Oh hush,” you sigh, stroking his silvery hair and scrolling into another post.

“If this is what my baby needs so badly, what kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t give it to him?”

You click on one of the posts, laughing at the way he tries to hide his face in your chest.

A pathetic moan forces it’s way from his throat as you read more posts aloud, him whining as he tries to bury his face deeper into your chest.

“Degrading, hm? I knew you were a little slut, but I didn’t know you liked being treated like one,”

He whines again, unable to to stop himself from grinding against your thigh. Even through the material of his boxers you can feel how wet he is, the tip of his cock drooling precum through the fabric. You can’t help but mumble about how cute it is, how wet he is, just from reading a few dirty posts online.

“You know, I really should punish you—you’re up past your bedtime and hid this dirty secret from me for a long time, love,”

“’m sorry, mommy!” He whines, muffled by your shirt. “Needed you—needed to cum so bad and—and I couldn’t do it alone, and you weren’t home and—”

“Shh, baby, hush,” you coo, trailing your fingers down his body. “I won’t punish you tonight, you seem like you really need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, please!” He lifts his head to look at you, large puppy eyes boring into yours. “I won’t do it again, p-promise! Jus—Just help me, please?”

You smile softly and set his phone down on your nightstand, fixing your attention on his wide eyes, pathetic tears of yearning and need threatening to spill down onto his cheeks.

You crawl over him, and although he’s bigger than you—taller, heavier, more muscular—he feels so small under your intense gaze, crimson eyes scanning every tiny expression of your face.

“I’m gonna take care of you, love,” you promise, pressing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss before he has the chance to respond.

Slender fingers tangle themselves in your hair, desperately trying to pull you closer, to get more.

Your tongue forces its way into his mouth, his dry lips moving in to suck on it, drowning in your taste. A moan leaves his throat as you move down and bite on his lip, tugging on it until the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth.

Delicate lips make their way down his neck, tongue tracing over self-inflicted scars, covering them with brilliant marks of violet and crimson. You make your way down to his chest, leaving soft bitemarks and gorgeous bruises, tongue lapping over his sensitive nipples before you lean in and suckle, a rush of pride leaving your body in a soft laugh as his hips buck pathetically, lonely cock desperate for attention.

“M-Mommy, please,” he whines, failing to push your head off his overstimulated nipple.

“Please what, love?”

He whines again, a pathetic mewl of your name as his untouched cock twitches in his boxers.

“M-My cock, mommy! Touch me there!”

Normally, such a demanding tone would’ve earned him a hefty punishment—one that would’ve left his ass bruised and red with handprints, a nasty punishment that would’ve ended with him sobbing on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

But tonight you just can’t help but feel bad for him, knowing how needy he must be.

So you stop teasing him and move your focus to his boxers—a sticky, wet print covering the plaid print in the front—and tug them down to his thighs, taking in the sight of his gorgeous cock.

You were far from inexperienced when you met Tomura. Not a slut or a player, but you’d seen plenty of men naked, and you knew how to take care of them. But even ignoring your obvious bias to Tomura, his is still your favorite.

He’s big—longer and thicker than normal, your two hands still not being able to fit him all. A virgin when he met you, he thought his cock was average at best, but nothing like the over exaggerated shit he’d seen. He’d been so adorable, so shy to show it to you for the first time, so confused when you sucked in your breath and told him it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.

Thick veins wrap around the shaft; your favorite is the fat one that runs along the underside of his cock. And it’s so fucking pretty, a perfect shade of dusty rose, tip turning redder and redder the harder he gets.

Once you’re done admiring him, staring at how pretty his cock is, you slowly wrap your lips around the tip of it.

Precum pools under his foreskin, and you dig your tongue into the slit, giggling as his cock jumps at your touch. You lap up the salty precum, swallowing every delicate drop before taking him further in.

You start slow—or at least, you try to—as you take him in, wanting to savor him, savor the taste of his fat cock on your tongue.

But you’re impatient, can’t wait any longer—and neither can he, as he instinctively bucks his hips up into your face, effectively shoving his length down your throat.

You choke a little around him, throat spawning at the unexpected intrusion, but god, it feels so good just to have him in your mouth.

You allow him to tangle his fingers in your hair, using your mouth like it’s a fucking fleshlight as he forces your head up and down, up and down.

It hurts a little, every slam of your face into his pelvic bone, lips catching on his silvery pubes—but you force yourself to take it, marveling in just how good your baby fe le from your touch.

He moans louder and louder, switching between cries of your name and “f-fuck, mommy!-” as he uses you to get himself off.

It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches in your mouth, and you know he’s close. You moan around his cock, an unspoken plea for him to finish in your mouth.

And despite not being able to form words, Tomura knows, Tomura always knows what his mommy wants.

So he gives it to you, a final thrust of his hips having him moan out a cry of your name as he paints your throat with hot, thick ropes of cum.

You pull off a moment later and swallow, savoring the taste of his cum in your mouth as you clean him up with your tongue.

He’s still panting when you come back up to his face and pull him into your chest, poor baby still struggling to come down from his orgasm.

But it’s your soft embrace, your plush lips pressing gentle kisses into his skin as he calms down, your voice hushing him through it that helps him slowly drift off.

As he cuddles into your body, feeling your loving arms around him, just one thought runs through his mind.

God, he fucking loves you.

[spoops-screams]

| Gentle

Character(s): Malleus Draconia

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Good morning <3 || Sometime I really do feel like Malleus is the only character I can write lmao. And then I realise he's my comfort character and I'm allowed to be like that about him

Malleus smiles at you and you feel your heart stutter in your chest and your breathing stop.

You're exhausted, having spent the entire night up talking to him, not wanting to go to sleep so you could take advantage of every moment that you had with him.

You're exhausted but you don't think you'd ever felt so awake in your life.

He's perfect. The dim light from the windows almost glows around him in the early morning and he's shining.

Not so much that it was blinding but it's almost ethereal, so perfect, as if carved out of stone by only the most patient hand and too much for you to believe that you were permitted to be this close to him.

You can feel his tail, heavy as it wraps around you and lays contentedly over your legs to"keep you from escaping" as he liked to jest and his wings that shield you in a protective gesture.

His hair lays around him - some stands tickling at your skin - in a dark sea, peaks of blue showing in his hair as sunlight settled on it and his eyes glow so warmly.

You meet them, hues of raw emerald and spun gold and pupils blown wide shadowed by lashes that cast slight darkness over them as he looked down at you - not fully awake after your night up with one another with just the dimmest hints of sunlight peaking through his window - and your chest tightens again and you really can't help but stare, too scared to breath, as if it would break what your mind can only imagine to be the image of perfection right in front of you.

Your eyes trace over his face and move along from his eyes and his lashes to lips that curl up into an adoring smile which you watched turn into more of a smirk as he continued to watch you in silence.

Your hands follow slowly, moving up his chest to his face, until you can hold his face in your hands.

You pull yourself up to meet him more than you do pull him down, lips pressing against his - slowly, gently, again with the same delicacy as you hold your breath to prevent the moment from shattering.

You kiss him again and again, never wavering in your gentle touch on his face, absentmindedly tracing his cheeks and rubbing small, light circles on his skin with your thumb. You kiss him until the both of you are breathless and out of the little energy you had though really you could only speak for yourself.

He's warm, comforting, and you can't bring yourself to fully pull away when you part and is content yourself with nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He laughs lightly, a rumbling sound that you can feel on your chest as much as you can hear it and you can feel a hand reach up to rest on your head.

You focus on the steady beating of his heart and the feeling of his wings and talk tightening around you as you fall asleep, eyes closing not of your own accord, and you can feel the kiss that he presses to the top of your head.

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The Weasley Twins Having A Crush On You

A/N: I absolutely love the Weasley twins and I thought this would be so cute! Honestly I didn’t think I had a favorite twin but my friend made me realize I do and it blew my mind lmao. N E ways I hope you guys enjoy this!

Fred

I feel like he started liking you after he saw you one day in the hall

He thought you look so pretty talking admittedly with your friends he decided then and there he liked you

You were a little weary at first thinking his new found attention to you was the beginning of some prank but soon grew out of it after a while

You guys probably clicked instantly and became friends but unknown to you his crush on you became bigger

He is the more outgoing of the two so I feel like he’s more touchy feely with you (with your consent of course!)

He’d probably grab your hand and entwine them together anytime he wants to show you something or lead you somewhere

Honestly I feel like he just likes unconsciously holding your hand and you’re not really complaining

And like I’ve said he loves touching you so expect a lot of hugs and he especially like coming behind you and giving you a back hug and at this point you’re used to it so you just continue on with whatever you’re doing while he has a hold on you

He is the biggest tease so expect a lot of teasing from this guy and a lot of obviously flirting

Sometimes in class he likes to pass you notes with little compliments or pick up lines just to see your reactions

Every single time you get one you try to hide the fact that there’s heat rising to your cheeks and he thinks you look so adorable all flustered

I feel like he likes to pretend you’re a couple so you get some of the experience of what it would be like if you were a couple

You don’t get the full Fred boyfriend experience until you actually become a couple

Honestly he probably confessed to you one day out of the blue because he accidentally blurted it out but he made it seem like he did it on purpose because of how composed he seemed

He was probably shaking inside from how nervous he was lmao

If you’d say yes then he be so happy he’d probably shout it out to all of Hogwarts that you said yes but if you said now he would accept your feeling but he’s still want to be friends cause he doesn’t want to lose you

Overall he’d be super flirty and he’s probably completely in love with you

George

I feel like he probably had a crush on you for the longest time

We all know that he’s the more laid back of the two so I feel like you wouldn’t be as weary about his sudden attention towards you

If anything you guys were probably friends for quite a while before he realized he had feelings for you

You probably didn’t notice much of a change because he already acted overly friendly but you might have noticed his flirting upped a bit

He loves calling you cute nicknames just to see you flustered

You like dragging him to the library with you cause he can reach the books on the shelves you can’t reach and every time he helps you he demands a kiss on the cheek

And you just roll your eyes before going on your tippy toes and giving his a small peck on the cheek

He always blanks out for a couple seconds after that happens but then he gets the biggest smile on his face

I feel like he isn’t as big of a touchy person as his brother but whenever you guys are walking together in the halls and it’s a little crowded he likes to put his hand on the small of your back to make sure you don’t get separated

He’d probably fall even more in love with you if you can tell him and his brother apart

Cause if he’s able to walk up to you and you greet him with his name and a bright smile that gives him the biggest ego and mood boost

His favorite thing is when you guys are hanging out outside and he has his head laid in your lap and you have your fingers running through his hair and you’re talking about something you really like

He thinks you look so beautiful talking so passionately about whatever makes you happy and having the sun shine on you makes you look like an angel in his eyes, he just wishes you guys could stay like that forever

He probably confessed one day after much planning because he wanted something special for you cause he just like you so much

Honestly he thinks he might be in love with you

If you say yes he be the happiest person alive but if you reject him I feel like he’d be a little hurt and would need some time but he’d still want you guys to be friends

Overall he’d be super nice and be absolutely head over heels for you