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[catastrxblues]

hiii everyoneeeeeeeeeeeeee

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Shivers quivers shakes trembles…. Hello :3 giggles I think this ask will be shorter than my others but… yk how we talked about how sugu would react to u getting cheated on a while ago? I’m curious now and. How do u think satoru would react?? ALSOOO how do you think stsg would react if you told them together……….. i hope u don’t mind that this is a less of a “me telling u my thoughts” and more of a “what r ur thoughts on this” kinda thing :,3 brain juice has not been flowing recently 😞 but ur takes are always amazing so…………….. I know whatever u say will be yummy and I will devour it all >:) — stsg anon 🧁🥧🍰🍨🍩🍪🍧🧇🥞 < all of the treats for yew!!!!!

me when stsg anon appears in my inbox

FIRST OF ALLLLL pls never ever apologize for your asks 🔫 this is a threat 🔫🔫 i love chatting w you no matter how long/short they r!!! and you don’t ever have to feel pressured to come up w your own thoughts either!!!! i love yapping at you!!!!! :3

w that being said ….. i shall yap >:3 HONESTLY THOUGHH i think stsg are very similar when it comes to this concept!!! in the sense that. i think they’ll comfort you first and foremost, then deal w your cheater ex later. i could see satoru being in Actual Disbelief? like?? he almost almost asks if you’re joking. but you’re crying so?? obviously you’re not????? but the idea that anyone would cheat on you genuinely makes him Flabbergasted. he wants to laugh. he doesn’t but he wants to. he hates seeing you sad. he’s almost offended.

it’s just a mess of emotion n lots and LOTS of hate aimed toward your ex 😭😭 he’s like. no fucking way that loser cheated on you???? it’s obvious that he’s rlly pissed but i think he has enough control over his emotions that it sounds like he’s just making jokes to cheer you up. and he IS but he also feels so????? genuinely angry?????? and he doesn’t know how to deal w that. he’s worried abt comforting you too…… i don’t think satoru sees himself as someone who’s good at comforting others At All but he actually kinda is. he’ll hug you tightly and sit down on the couch w you in his lap. and he stays quiet until you’ve calmed down. then he starts a very passionate, hateful rant abt your ex in hopes of making you laugh/calming himself down…… and if he manages to pull a lil smile out of you he just goes 🥺 . you’re his baby. he doesn’t really know how to treat you when you get this fragile but it also makes him feel so complete somehow. this man lives for cheering you up.

ANYWAYYYY satoru will then do the same thing as sugu would <333 which is <33333 to confront your ex. tbh i think suguru is more likely to get violent than he is LMAO but i doubt either of them would (unless your ex said something Awful abt you in front of them in which case… good luck bud)…. he just wants to make it Very Clear that your ex has no business being in your life anymore. he’s very firm and very scary. if your ex tries to start something he will laugh in their face. might also subtly declare himself as your boyfriend…. not explicitly bc. he’s Not your bf. but i think he makes sure your ex understands that he loves you + he’s better than them + they can forget abt crawling back to you once they realize the mistake they’ve made.

and when it comes to stsg together……. i think. the only difference is that one of them will stay to soothe you while the other one instantly goes to confront your ex 😭😭 they’re saving time!!! and let’s be honest, suguru will be the one staying behind. the caretaker of all time. (even tho he really really wants to tell your ex off himself… but that can wait for now). so satoru runs off, suguru makes sure you get the tears out, and then satoru comes back w a bunch of your favorite treats :3 they’re sweetiepies.

i also feel like they’d have a talk together once you’re asleep… likeee maybe you’re all sleeping in the same room bc you’re still very very upset and in need of comfort :((((( and as soon as you start to snooze they talk…… abt you……. and abt how soon they should start hinting to you abt their Own feelings. satoru would want to do so immediately, bc he can’t Stand the idea of you being hung up on your ex while they love you so fervently, but suguru would convince him to be patient. he doesn’t want them to end up rushing you in any way…. but deep down he also wants you to know how loved you are by them. sniffle.

plot twist you’re still wide awake :3 and blushing furiously :33 but that’s another story…..

[decembermoonskz]

soooo… uh anyways….

i love this man :)

[gunnerfc]

Wingwoman | Steph Catley x Cooney-Cross!Reader

Summary: Your sister Kyra notices your crush on Steph and takes it upon herself to be your wing woman 

Warnings: I did use she/her pronouns for R and there is a small makeout scene!

WC: 2.4k

AN: I just think that Steph Catley <3333333

Kyra rolled her eyes when she heard your loud laughter in response to Steph's not-that-funny joke. The midfielder was shocked no one else had figured out your crush on your fellow Aussie, you made it painfully obvious to everyone, including Steph herself. Your younger sister decided right then that she would become your wingwoman and help you get a date with your national team captain.

Kyra took her first shot during the team’s gym session when you were separated from Steph. It was hard to not find you two attached to the hip. 

“Hey Steffy,” Kyra sang as she picked up a set of weights. “Hi, Kyra,” the older woman responded, a small groan falling from her lips when she noticed who it was. Steph loved Kyra but she was not in the mood to deal with any of her jokes.

Steph had, or so she thought, been doing her best to show you how interested in you she was. Yet, all of her advances seemed to fail when you made no effort to reciprocate her feelings. You two have played together for the Matildas for a long time and the defender has always had a small crush on you that seemed to grow when you joined Arsenal. 

“What do you think of Y/n/n,” Kyra asked, trying her hardest to make anything obvious just yet.

Steph paused her movements, a small weight still in her grasp. She could feel her cheeks grow warmer at the mere mention of you and quickly turned her head away from the young midfielder. Why was your younger sister suddenly asking about you?

“Um, I think she’s... cool,” the defender replied, rolling her eyes when she couldn’t come up with a better word to describe you. She had plenty of nice things to say about you, but all of them were far too romantic and cheesy to say to Kyra.

“I disagree but whatever, moving on,” Kyra joked, not missing the chance to be a typical younger sister. “Do you think she’s pretty,” she questioned, hoping to bait Steph into saying more than just ‘cool.’

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? She’s one of the prettiest people I’ve ever met,” Steph rushed out, her cheeks once again heating up as she thought about how attractive you were.

Kyra had to resist the urge to dramatically gag at her words and instead opted to not respond. She left Steph to do her weight lifts, leaving her confused and slightly worried that she might have made it too obvious she had a crush on you.

Steph tried to shake her thoughts but she heard you laughing loudly at Katie and Leah and her eyes immediately landed on you. She wasn’t sure what else she could do to make you see how she felt about you but little did she know Kyra had it (slightly) under control.

Kyra didn’t say anything else to either of you until you were in the car headed to your shared flat. “So, when do you plan on telling Steph you’re madly in love with her,” your younger sister teasingly asked when you stopped at a red light.

Your eyes widened in shock as you jerked your head in her direction. “What are you talking about,” you rushed out, you thought you hadn’t made it obvious at all considering Steph hadn’t tried to make a move.

“Please, have you heard how loudly you laugh at her jokes,” Kyra rolled her eyes as she responded to a text from Alessia.

“Her jokes are funny,” you tried to defend yourself, you thought the jokes Steph made were hilarious.

“Everything is funny when you haven't fucked,” Kyra shot back with a raised eyebrow, daring you to challenge her words.

“Kyra!,” your eyes widened at her words, but you had no other rebuttal and focused on driving once the light changed. 

The rest of the car ride was silent as you replayed Kyra’s few words. Surely you hadn’t been that obvious with how you acted around Steph. If your sister was able to catch on, maybe your other teammates had as well. Or, maybe Steph herself knew and didn’t feel the same way and that’s why she hadn’t made a move.

While you spent the rest of the evening thinking about every interaction you had with Steph, Kyra was busy texting Alessia and Vic asking for help trying to set you up with Steph. You could hear your younger sister giggling through the walls and could only hope she hadn’t told any of your Arsenal teammates. Or worse, your Matildas teammates. You knew if any of them knew, you truly wouldn’t live it down.

Kyra rolled her eyes at her screen when she read Alessia’s text that said she should force the two of you into a closet. The midfielder quickly responded saying that was too cheesy and she needed something different.

An idea popped into her head when Vic said something about needing one of you to feel jealous. The team had planned a night out for the upcoming weekend after the game and knew it would be her chance to force one of you to make a move. She quickly texted the small group chat to say she had a plan but refused to elaborate. 

Kyra spent the rest of the week planting small hints to you and Steph about the other, hoping to make you both think about the interactions you two have had. After the final whistle blew for that week’s game, Kyra watched you hug Steph for much longer than two friends would and rolled her eyes when you both pulled away with a deep blush.

The team quickly showered and changed before heading to a local late-night hangout bar to celebrate the win. You purposely avoided Steph and opted to sit with Stina and Frida at the opposite end of the table but your eyes swayed toward the defender every few seconds. 

You nodded along to the conversation your two teammates were having but your mind was focused on Steph. The little comments Kyra had made throughout the week were starting to get to you and you felt like you were getting your hopes up. 

You weren’t paying attention when Kyra, along with Alessia and Vic, excused themselves to the bar. This would be Kyra’s final move in an attempt to get you and Steph together and if it didn’t work, she might have to take Alessia up on her offer to shove you two into a closet. 

“Excuse me,” your younger sister started, gaining the attention of the closest bartender. “Do you see that girl at the end of the table over there,” Kyra asked as she subtly pointed over her shoulder to you.

The bartender nodded in response once his eyes landed on you. “Can you fix a random drink and take it to her and tell her someone from the bar sent it to her? But don’t say who, we’re trying to make two idiots realize their feelings,” Kyra asked, hoping this would work out the way she was hoping. 

The bartender chuckled to himself at her request but nodded again anyway. Kyra knew you wouldn’t drink during the season but a random person wouldn’t know that which made it seem a bit more believable that it was from a stranger. The trio quickly headed back to the table, no one had realized they had been at the bar. 

You were deep in conversation with Stina when a drink was placed in front of you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and you felt your cheeks warm slightly when you realized all of your teammates' eyes were on you. 

“Um, I didn’t order this,” you started but the bartender quickly cut you off to tell you it was from someone else. He didn’t stick around long enough for you to ask who at the bar it was from.

A few of your teammates let out whistles and laughs before they started teasing you about having an admirer. You playfully rolled your eyes at their comments but when you locked eyes with Steph, there was a different look in her eye that you hadn’t seen before. You swallowed lightly before tearing your eyes from hers and continuing your conversation with your Swedish teammate. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Steph stand before making her way to the bathroom. You resisted the urge to let your eyes linger on her and forced yourself to keep the conversation flowing. Your phone dinged a few moments later with a text and you quickly apologized to Stina before checking who it was from.

You held your breath for a moment when you read Steph’s name followed by her asking you to come to the bathroom. You waited a moment before excusing yourself in hopes it wasn’t obvious. With your back now facing the group as you made your way to the bathroom, you missed the little high-five your sister and her two new close friends gave each other. 

You quietly knocked on the door to let Steph know you were there and it was unlocked a second later. You quickly entered the bathroom and locked the door behind you. Steph was leaning against the sink with her arms crossed. You’ve never seen her look this upset, especially at you in the years that you've known her. 

You waited to speak, giving her time to process whatever she was thinking. The silence in the room was thick and the tension was growing. You watched Steph clench her jaw a few times before she started speaking.

“This isn’t how I thought I'd be telling you this but I’m in love with you. I know I should have told you sooner but I didn’t know if you felt the same way because you never seemed to reciprocate anything then Kyra kept saying these little comments that made me think that maybe you do feel the same way,” the defender declared before stopping to take a breath.

Your jaw fell open slightly at her words, the shock was evident across your face. You thought about her words, pausing on what she said about your sister. Kyra had been telling you both things the past week in hopes you’d both get it together and say anything to the other. A small part of you was grateful for your sister’s intervention but you were mainly focused on the fact that Steph felt the same way you did.

“I didn’t know you felt the same way I do, I thought you were just being super friendly! If I had known you felt the same way, I would have said something way sooner, I just didnt want to ruin our friendship on the off chance you didnt feel the same way,” you blurted out before Steph had a chance to say anything.

Both of you stood in silence as you processed what the other said, realizing you both are terrible at reading hints. Steph chuckled to herself before she took a few steps toward you and moved a hand to rest on your cheek. You locked eyes with her before yours dropped to her lips, subconsciously licking your own as you thought about kissing her.

Steph took one final step toward you until your noses were touching before whispering against your lips “Can I kiss you?” You nodded softly and her lips were on yours a second later. Your lips moved against each other slowly, giving you both a chance to truly take in the fact you were actually kissing.

Steph’s lips started moving against yours faster as her other hand moved to rest on your waist. You tilted your head slightly making it easier for her to take control of the kiss as one of your hands wrapped around her wrist. Your lips fought each other before Steph pulled back when air became a problem.

The defender rested her forehead against yours as you both heaved slightly in an attempt to catch your breath. “I can’t believe we have to thank Kyra for this,” you groaned softly when the realization hit. 

“Actually, I think we should thank whoever sent you that drink,” Steph joked with a small smile on her face.

You laughed softly at her words before speaking again, “Were you jealous, Steffy” you teased with a matching grin on your face.

Steph rolled her eyes at your words but the red tint on her cheeks gave her away. You chuckled as she leaned in to give you a quick peck before unlocking the door behind you. You made your way back to the table your teammates were at, ignoring the teasing comments thrown your way.

“Fucking finally,” Kyra groaned when she noticed your intertwined hands. “If that drink didn’t work, I was ready to lock you two in a closet and throw away the key,” the midfielder huffed when you two sat down.

“Wait, it was YOU who sent the drink,” you gasped at your sister, eyes wide at her words.

“Yes! Neither of you would have made a move if it weren't out of jealousy so I had to come up with something,” Kyra all but yelled. 

The rest of your teammates laughed at her outburst knowing she was right. You and Steph sat in shock even though you both also knew she had a point. “Anyways! When’s your first date then,” your sister smirked.

Neither of you spoke as you both went red in the face. “Um, we didn’t get that far,” the defender spoke for the both of you as she cleared her throat.

“What do you mean you didn’t get that far, you were gone for like ten minutes? What happened in the bathroom,” this time, it was Caitlin’s turn to question the two of you.

You both avoided the eyes of your teammates, finding your surroundings much more interesting. It was Katie who started laughing loudly before shouting you two were doing something “dirty.” Your eyes widened and before you could tell the group that wasn’t true, more teasing comments were thrown your way. 

You groaned at their words before Steph leaned in to whisper in your ear to ignore what they were saying. Her hand wrapped around yours tightly as your teammates said every joke they could think of. 

Your face was hot as you heard the things they were saying but you did your best to tune them out. You locked eyes with your sister who was across from you, sending her a small smile and mouthing ‘thank you.’ Kyra sent you a bright smile in return before laughing along with your teammates.

Deep down you didn’t mind the comments they made, you were just grateful to finally be making progress with Steph. You squeezed her hand softly before leaning back in your chair, a large grin gracing your features.

[wanderingxiao]

Woah..woah.. ice cream flirt with Scara did something to me, I have never blushed to hard I have never loved a teasing smutty flirty Fic more, AND THE WAY U WROTE SCARA+SCARA EATING ME(US) OUT IS TO DIE FOR, let him lick y/n like that again <3333333

Worship Me

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral sex (Fem! Receiving), cursing, praise kink?, worshiping Scara?, degradation ofc ;)

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! So sorry this took so long 👀 Christmas took it out of me haha along with my migraines. I hope you enjoy!!!!

Scaramouche sighed, irritation settling into his hollow form as his fingers tapped impatiently against his desk. It was annoying having to wait for you to come to his office. All he wanted, was to have your legs spread on his desk, his fingers prying your plush thighs open with his tongue lazily licking all over your pussy. Was it too much to ask for you to be on time?

A knock interrupted his horny thoughts, his tone laced with annoyance as he demanded to know who dared to bother him. When he heard your soft voice calling for him, his posture adjusted, legs coming to cross before he cleared his throat. Once he announced your entry, you opened the door and closed it, your warm winter attire snuggly holding your body in all the ways he wanted to.

“Good afternoon, Lord Scaramouche. What can I do for you?” Your cheeks shyly tinted red, admiring the way a lustful glint rose in his gorgeous indigo eyes that matched his soft hair. His eyes narrowed, his hand raising to curl his index finger, beckoning you to him. You obeyed him without question, approaching to his side hastily like the good little servant you were for him. His legs uncrossed, rolling his chair back and staring at you knowingly. “O-Oh…”

“Well?” He questioned irritated, venom dripping from his tongue to cloud your judgement with its lethal toxins. “Hurry up and strip. Don’t make me wait.” Your hands came shaky and embarrassed up to the zipper of your cozy sweater, slowly unzipping it and sliding the material off your shoulders. The Balladeer watched in anticipation, his length already beginning to twitch in fast approaching arousal.

“S-Sir can I keep my shirt on? It’s quite chilly, and I-“ You immediately shut up seeing the look on his face. It was hateful and full of distaste. “I told you to strip. Are you disobeying me, (Y/N)?” You quickly shook your head in response and pulled your shirt over your head. Finally you were only down to your underwear, hesitant to slide them off just yet. “Stop there.” Your hands halted. “Come.”

Scaramouche smirked seeing you come in front of him, your butt lightly grazing against his desk. “Sit.” With quick obedience you were on his desk, thighs clenched tight with a flustered expression. “Give me your panties.” Your face only grew redder, sliding your panties off and handing them to him, his fingers coming to clench the fabric close. He looked at you, a dark lust filling his eyes before he licked a filthy strip of your juices off, refusing to break eye contact. You shivered.

“Mm~ Look at you. Shifting so helplessly. Too shy to look at your god lick your juices off your dirty panties?” You nod in agreement to his statement, still flustered and embarrassed at the way he shamelessly licked your panties in front of you. He tossed the fabric aside, his hands coming to rest on your knees before forcefully pulling them apart. His eyes immediately fell upon your soaked cunt, your lovely hole twitching under the sudden action and anxiety of needed him. “Heh, always so shy. But you want this… don’t you? Say it.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Scaramouche…” His cold hands removed from your knees, watching with a sadistic grin seeing your knees wobble already. His fingertips slid down the inside of your thighs, stopping once he was nearing your folds. He let out a dry laugh, running his index finger up and down your slick lips, lightly wagging it as he caught lovely glimpses of what he desired most. His tongue came to moisten his lips before he blew teasingly against your hole, relishing in the way it twitched. “M-Mmm… M-My lord…”

“What is it?” He questioned gruffly, his arms coming to hook under your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his face. You whimpered in anticipation, embarrassed to even mumble your sinful request to him. He paused and looked up, sensing your desire to speak. “Spit it out, (Y/N). Tell me what you want.” You shivered and bit your lip, staring at him so cutely he could barely contain himself. “P… Please… li… lick my pussy, my lord…~”

“Heh, so pathetic.” His hand came to smack at your ass harshly, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch in surprise and pleasured pain. “You listen so well. That’s why you’re mine. Too perfect for anyone except me.” His breath fanned over your folds, staring up at you seductively and longingly. “Now praise, praise the name of your god. I’m the only one who gets to see and use this pretty pussy. The holder of all your pleasure. The source of all your desires. I own you.”

His tongue came flat against the bottom of your folds, grinning up at your broken expression as he licked a dirty stripe all the way up to flick his tongue against your puffy throbbing clit. Your legs trembled, the tip of his tongue coming to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn’t help but shake violently when he brought his hand to lightly smack your pussy, laughing darkly as he drank in how responsive you were to his touch.

“That’s it, moan for your god. Worship how well I please you. And don’t you ever forget whose whore you are.” The Balladeer drove his face between your legs, his mouth coming to slurp against your hole, tongue darting out to swirl and thrust teasingly against your fluttering cunt. The noises were simply sinful, only bolstering the heavy arousal that sat within the divine puppet. “Please…! L-Lord Scaramouche~ I-I’m… y-your whore, hah, please… please… p-please…!” Oh how your desperate begging turned him on. Warmth pooled within his abdomen, his cock beginning to twitch more, pre-cum pearling at the flushed tip.

He moaned against your clit, sending jolts of electrifying pleasure up your spine. Your hips bucked anxiously up into his mouth, your body deceiving you and your embarrassment to chase the godlike touch that was of Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers. A divine puppet created by a god. The holder of your heart and soul. And the giver of all of your pleasure and pain. He was practically your entire world and you were putty in the palm of his cool yet soft hands. Pliable to his every want and desire.

“You feel so good! Mngh~! L-Lord you- hah!- you feel a-amazing! It’s so, so, SO -Mm!- good!” Your praise ignited a fire between his legs, his foot bouncing up and down off the ground as he tried to quell his the arousal that threatened to spill out of every crevice of his body. He needed to make you cum by his tongue before he decided to fill you up with his deliciously thick cock. “That’s it. Keep praising your god, maybe if you praise good enough… I’ll let you cum all over my face.”

His tongue dove between your folds, teasing his tongue through the muscles of your gummy walls to thrust his tongue inside. Your legs shook, head thrown back as your lips spouted praise and pleasured gasps. Your fingers came to gently touch the back of his head, scared to attempt to push him further or grip his hair. Scaramouche hummed in response, lightly tapping your waist to signal his approval for your much needed actions.

Your hands pushed against his head, his nose driving right against your clit to grind against the pulsing nerves and send pleasure through your nerves. His tongue darted in and out of your fluttery and whiny cunt, drooling for his cock, drooling for his cum to fill up your hole and claim you as his. Your fingers curled to entangle into his soft indigo hair, holding it shakily while your hips bucked weakly into his mouth.

Your walls fluttered around his tongue, your body beginning to tense with a burning heat rising up in your stomach. “M-My Lor- Ngh!!” Scaramouche brought a hand closer to your cunt, angling his head so his fingertips could pinch and roll against your clit, his dark and lustful eyes glaring at you seductively through the thickness of his gorgeous lashes. He was practically demanding you to cum. “C-Cum-! Cumming! Hah!”

With a loud cry of his name, you unexpectedly squirted onto Scaramouche’s face. Your body jerked up quickly, sobering up from the drunken state of ecstasy with lightening speed. He pulled away with haste, eyes wide with his breathing ragged and uneven, surprised himself at what you’d done. Once he realized what had happened, a sadistic grin spread over his lips, his cock getting impossibly harder. His face glistened with your fluids, dripping off his chin and rolling down the sides of his face.

His tongue licked over his lips, standing with haste he began to remove his pants. You could only blush a deep scarlet in embarrassment at squirting all over The Balladeer’s face, dirtying him with your sinful impurity. An apology was quick on your tongue until a pair of soft and wet lips pressed against yours reassuringly. A whiny gasp escaped during the kiss, the dripping head of his cock nudging and rubbing up and down your twitching cunt hole.

“Shut it.” He didn’t let you speak, only glowering down at you with a dark lust sparkling within his eyes. “Now… please your god with all you’ve got, whore.”

Thank you for reading! 💜

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

I had another au idea......actually been holding onto this one for a bit might as well share it

TW reader's a monkey.......AGAIN omg, interdimensional shi happens, lots of other fandom references, giving birth, babies

Ok so not really sure how to explain this so bare with me ok?

But what if you lived in a world that is jttw inspired? like monsters and gods exist buts its different as if its more modern era...magic exist but also contributes its energy for technology and stuff. Laws work more so the same like ours, mortals and immortals coexist, sorta like hsr (honkai star rail)

what if.....you were the wukong in your world?

this gonna be long I AM SORRY ONCE AGAIN this is the intro so no wukong x reader yet in this one

part 2 here (not yet in the making)

BEFORE YALL COME AT ME NO I DON'T MEAN YOU BEING WUKONG just to be clear....I mean you were sorta in the same place as him like spiderverse I mean

Like you have certain abilities like his but not completely equal

Unlike wukong who was born outta a rock you were born normally, cuz you WERE suppose to be born human hence your parents.

But why are you a monkey if your parents are human you ask? Its cuz u got "blessed" by the stone deity. You see in the time of your birth your family moved to the mountains due to the war that was happening between humans and demons cuz humans dumb and broke the agreement between species

Anyway your family went in, barely escaping the chaos of the situation, they managed to find a cave that looked rather pristine for looking abandoned, they found a small house or rather looked like a house...it seemed to be part of the rocks itself, your ma's contractions are starting so your pops quickly gets your ma inside not before being welcomed by an elder monkey (NOT WUKONG OK just a elder monkey)

He offers to bring help to deliver the baby, your dad not having much choice he accepts and both go in to start the procedure

The elder monkey calls for more of his people to help, female monkeys quickly gather and prepare the stuff

as your mother does the final push a mysterious female voice starts to speak, saying how you're destined to become a strong warrior who will bring peace between worlds and protect to those who can't

Your dad confused sees the others monkeys being in sorta of a praying position as the others help your mother, that's when your cries start your father quickly wanting to see you and mother wanting to hold you. And they do, both are so happy and thankfull filled with tears and laughter until your lil body starts to glow into a yellow light

your body that was once smooth is now replaced by slight damped fur, you face once human now possesses humanoid monkey features, a tail pops out of the blanket slight curled to your body

and now you're thinking "well shi that means were orphan then cuz our parents don't wan us no more-" NUHU THEY LOVE U WITH ALL THEIR HEART they just took a long moment to take everything in lmao

The elder offers yall's to stay and live along with the monkey since now u lil bby self is basically part of the pack now, and ofc they accept and well mark history as the first humans to live alongside the monkey people

Was it bit difficult to get used to? yes, did they had their own ideals that sorta didn't go well in living there? also yes but they decided to learn about the culture and become more open minded for not only their sake but yours too.

You got like a whole village as your family now, they all had their doubts letting humans in but by time it showed that you parents were lot more better than the other humans who they had encountered in past times

so yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy happy life u being a well loved monkey <3

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A/N: will have a part 2 depending how this goes but hope yall liked this brainrot of mine <3333333

[hwangyeddeongie]

hihi 🙋‍♀️

idk y but i can’t stop thinking about sub yeji w a mommy kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like, imagine her whining in ur ear while grinding on ur lap or ur fingers 😻 letting out the LOUDESTT moans n whimpers ever when u pound ur gp/strap into her :3333333

anyways tysm if u do this I LOVE YOUR WORKS n hope u have a nice day 🥰

hi anon! I don’t know if you meant yeji liking being called mommy or her calling reader mommy but hope you enjoy! also thank you so much :)

CW: smut. Men and minors DNI

sub!mommy!yeji x fem!reader

“Fuck,” Yeji gasps as your hips roll up into hers, your strap digging deep and hitting that spot inside of her. She’s on top of you, straddling your lap as you lean back on the headboard.

She rocks back and forth, bouncing a little, and she bites her lip as she looks at you with hooded eyes. The way her pupils are dilated and dark makes you shiver.

“Just like that, baby,” she moans when you grab her hips and pull her down in time with a thrust up. “You make mommy feel so good.”

She leans down to capture your lips and cups your breast in her palm, making you let out a startled moan. She peppers kisses from your jaw to your collarbones, and you sigh, threading your fingers in her hair.

“Mommy,” you groan when her fingers reach down to circle your clit.

“Good girl,” she says, and your skin pebbles at the praise. “You’re fucking mommy so well, you know that? Gonna make mommy cum?”

You nod, but that’s not enough for her. She tugs at your nipple harshly, making you yelp.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, mommy. Wanna make you cum.” You pick up the pace, lifting her up and slamming her down on your strap.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as you pound into her, and her mouth falls open, jaw slack, letting you hear the pretty noises that leave her lips.

“Shit, baby,” she whimpers when you chance a particularly hard thrust deep inside her.

“You look so pretty on top of me, mommy,” you say, rubbing circles into her hips. Yeji’s bracing herself with a hand on the headboard as you speed up even more, and she gets progressively louder.

“Ah—fuck!” She throws her head back, exposing her neck, which you immediately attach your lips to. She interlaces her free hand with one of yours that’s on her hip as you suck a hickey to the base of her throat. “Baby-”

She’s too far gone, and you know it, know the signs too well: the sweat pooling on her forehead, her knitted brows and shut eyes, her flushed cheeks, the increasingly loud and incoherent moans, the way her knuckles turn white as they grip onto the headboard.

“You’re gonna make mommy cum all over your strap,” she whimpers breathlessly. “Oh my god, baby, fuck—I’m gonna—”

She arches into the hand you’ve placed on her back when she cums, and you keep moving at a steady rhythm to help her ride out her high. She rolls her hips at the same time and gradually slows to a stop, her face pressed into your neck as she pants.

Your fingers trail up and down her back in an attempt to ground her, and she sighs, kissing your jaw.

“Good—good girl,” she says, catching her breath still.

“Always for you, mommy,” you smile and kiss her lips. Her eyes darken again.

“Lay back, sweetheart. I think you deserve to cum on mommy’s tongue.”

[lostgracestories]

Hiii, I Hope you are doing good ! :D

What do you think morgott’s reaction to soft intimacy/gentle love would be ?

This man has never experienced non judgmental interaction, even less any sort of love outside of mohg, so imagine when he finally allows the tarnished to get close to him.

How he would internally berate himself for being so disgusting and fearing that they would finally realize just how horrific he truly is.

But the little tarnished just stares at him with the biggest, softest Lovestruck eyes. His features are just so beautiful, it’s impossible to look away…

And the way he would melt under their touch…

Raaaaahh driving me crazy !! <333

I am doing well! I hope you are as well!! and oh GOD I love this and as such, ENJOY THIS <3333333 (my loyal pookies, always bringing me the best ingredients <333)

wc: 503 tw: a lil angsty but not a lot, fluff so fluffy you might die

Hesitant Touch

Every time you asked to touch him, Morgott had made sure to consistently remind you that he was a vile creature, born cursed, and that you were already giving him too much by loving him. thus, you began doing it without asking, this way he would not have time to deny you.

The first time you tried gentle intimacy, Morgott had been sitting at his desk in his study. You had approached him, as you always did, except this time you ran your hands carefully up his back and to his shoulders (Which was a reach, but you managed) and gently massaged the tense muscles, Morgott was shocked "Beloved-" He let out a shaky sigh as the tension left his shoulders and he sunk deeper into his chair, tail swishing behind him. "Hush, my King. Just enjoy it" You had said, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck as he closed his eye and for once leaned into your touch.

Although Morgott had enjoyed it in the moment, as he climbed into bed with you that night (You had to beg just to share a room with him), his mind had begun to spiral. He didn't deserve all of this, he had tainted your beautiful lips with his neck, your hands were sullied by his skin and cloak- Morgott's eye closed and you... had noticed.

It was always obvious to tell when Morgott was spiraling by the way he closed his eye and seemed to be in pain. You wasted no time as you cupped his cheeks gently in your hands, his eye flying open and mouth parting to tell you to stop, to not sully yourself further by him, and yet, you hushed him before the words could pass his lips, placing your thumb gently over them to prevent him from speaking "I know what you are thinking, Love. With all of the respect and love in my heart, please, do not wish me away"

Morgott had looked at you with shock, and possibly a little guilt for once again ruining your beautiful features by merely coming into contact with you. However, he'd be a fool if he said he didn't want it. He did. Desperately. "Thou art... sullying thy gentle hands with mine accursed form-" You gently grabbed his lips between your fingers and closed them, a quiet chuckle escaping you at the sight of his wide eye "I am doing no such thing... I am simply loving you, my King... Shall I tell you of how much I adore the dull gold horns above your brow, or the beautiful gold in your eye...? Perhaps I should tell you all that I love about you until sleep takes you away from me..."

After that, you ended up spending half of the night petting his tail, tracing the grooves of his horns, and kissing his face until he finally fell asleep. You knew he could not see himself how you saw him and oh, how you wished he did...

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hi ml <3333333 can I request a ler!chan and lee!minho fic (who’s surprised by the pair I chose?)? scenario could be that chan was feeling in one of the worst ler moods ever, while Lino was also in one of his lee moods. But prideful as he is, he never admits it and instead retorts to being bratty. But it’s so BLATANTLY obvious by now because he’s used that tactic so many times that chan pins him down and only starts when minho finally begs for it. and then, when he’s in hysterics and thrashing and pleading in between crazed giggles for chan to stop, chan says « Why should I stop? You were the one begging for it anyways, so now take it and be good hmm? You still have a long way to go before being a lil giggly puddle for me~ »

bonus if the other members overhear what’s happening and all get embarrassingly flustered and all look at each other in silent agreement. never cross a chan when it is in a ler mood.

i twisted it a bit...hope that's okay 😈

Hoodie - Part 3:

again with the spicy gifs for a fluffy fic...its a sana trademark atp

words: 1.5k tw: cuddly tickles, chan makes minmin beg for it- lee: Minho ler: Chan taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry this fic is about tickling, if it’s not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

Prompts:

6. "Do you want to die?"

15. "Apologies mean nothing to me."

34. "Woah. I didn't expect that much of a reaction."

Fans screamed and shouted in excitement and happiness as the two eldest members of their favorite boy group walked along the red carpet. 

Chan smiled a great, dimply smile and weaved a single arm around Minho’s shoulders. 

The two men waved and smiled, grateful for their fans and enjoying every moment of their walk. 

Chan’s fingers covered the top neckline of Minho’s shirt, clearly worried at how cold the air outside was. 

Why couldn’t the stylists choose something warm for the poor boy? 

Minho himself was shivering and leaning into the eldest for warmth, staring up at the sunset.

Chan was relieved that the group was heading back to the hotel for a while, clearly everyone needed to warm up before they all catch a cold. 

The boys all headed to their shared rooms, Chan and Lino bundling up in blankets once they reached the cozy and warm room.  

As exhausting as the concerts were, Chan found himself somewhat unable to sleep, so he resorted to playing with Minho’s hair as the boy slept. 

So peaceful and tranquil, Minho’s breathing hitched once before covering his mouth and sneezing cutely. 

Chan stifled a groan; the cat had clearly caught a cold. 

Determined to keep him warm, Chan pulled Minho closer to his chest, sharing his warmth and kissing the top of his head. 

A tiny smile made its way into Lino’s lips, and Chan gasped once before bursting into loud giggles. “You’re awake, aren’t you?!”

He slapped Minho’s head playfully as the younger burst into loud peals of giggles, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

The kitten sneezed again in the middle of his joyful laughter. Chan patted at the top of his head, covering the top of the boy’s head with the fluffy blanket. 

He playfully bit his lip and pressed his fingers into Min’s side, watching the younger squirm and smile shyly. 

Chan pressed deeper and wiggled his fingers a little bit, causing a strained squeak and jolt to escape from the other pressed against his chest. 

After a while, he let up on the poor cat, cradling his head instead and coaxing him to sleep instead. 

“Well, I can’t sleep now. Oh wait, I sound like someone…don’t I?” Minho grinned against the leader’s chest. 

“Hmmm. I know what you’re doing, Min. Do you want to die?” Channie hummed, smiling mischievously as he felt the dancer’s face warm up against his shirt. 

“I’m not d-doing anything.” Minho cursed himself for stuttering. It was giving him away. 

“Sureee…” 

The two laid in silence for a while, relishing in the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.

“Hyung…I’m a little cold, can you get my hoodie from the suitcase, please?” Minho whispered, wanting to be engulfed in the warm fabric of his favorite home attire. 

Channie whined once before getting up, shivering as the freezing air hit his skin. 

He retrieved the warm clothing from the mentioned suitcase, walking back to the half-asleep boy before handing it to him. 

Minho threw it on and sighed confortably, hoping Chan would get the hint and just wreck him already. 

Luckily for the dancer, Chan’s fingers and ears were itching to hear more of his sweet giggles again, and the older wouldn’t sleep without hearing them that night. 

Lino waited for the leader to say something, anything for him to provoke the kangaroo with. 

Finally, Chan did speak, but what he said was not what Minho expected. “I know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”

Minho groaned loudly. There was no way Chan was doing this to him right now.

“Hyuuung...” Minho whined, squirming lightly as Chan’s fingers sent teasing pokes at his sides. 

The tiny tingly feelings were unbearable; he needed more. 

“C’mon, Min. I know you can do it~” Oh, Lino could just hear the teasing smirk on the leader’s face. 

When Channie’s fingers resorted to scratching lightly at his v-line, Minho lost it. 

“FINE! Fahahine, i’ll beg! Please, hyung, plehease tickle me…please please plehehease…” Min whimpered, throwing his head back at the incredibly sensitive tickles to his v-line. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, and clearly hinted to me what you wanted-” Chan gestured to the younger’s hoodie. “-I’ll give you what you want.”

“please…” Minho whined again, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the invading fingers to reduce him into a hysterical mess. 

Fingers scribbled up his torso, and Minho burst into loud giggles, not daring to open his eyes or move his arms away from his face. 

“Awww…you’re not even trying to stop me…are you?” Chan cooed, slipping his freezing hands up the dancer’s hoodie and pressing his pointer finger into Minho’s belly button, causing the boy to let out an embarrassingly loud squeal at the sensation. 

Eyes opening in surprise, Minho shot his hands down and gripped at the leader’s wrist, causing the older to stop completely. 

“Hyung…I’m sorr-HYUNGAHAHA!” The dancer burst into hysterics when the leader’s fingers wiggled and squeezed his rib cage torturously. 

“Apologies mean nothing to me.”

Chan grabbed his wrists and pinned them his above the boy’s head, and went to town on his left armpit, which for some reason, was more ticklish than the right. 

“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Minho cackled wildly, finding one of his worst spots on show to his ruthless ler, who clearly wasn’t letting up anytime soon. 

The dancer found himself considerably weakened due to the tickling, and was unable to yank his arms down, allowing Chan to do whatever he pleased to him. 

Chan’s tickling fingers danced lightly along his v-line, and the howl of laughter that Lino let out even had Chan reeling from the sheer volume of it. 

“Woah! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction! You’re not used to light tickles here, huh?” The leader’s fingers wiggling lightly over the bare area, and Minho shrieked and whined as loud as he could through his uncontrollable laughter. 

The light tickes had his stomach bouncing up and down, and his thighs trembled.

“HYUNG! PLEASE NO LIHIGHT TIHIHICKLES! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT ANYMOHORE!” Minho squealed breathlessly, letting out wild cackles and arching his entire back up. 

“Too bad, kitten. You have a long way to go.” Chan smirked, diving under Lino’s hoodie and performing his signature; raspberries and nibbles. 

The raspberries and nibbles were absolute heaven torture to the poor boy, who screamed loudly before descending into yet another round of hysterics. 

He felt so carefree, so loose and happy. Like nothing else mattered in the world except how rough Chan was wrecking him to pieces. 

“CHAHAHAHANNIE! GEHEHET OHOHOUT OHOF THEHEHERE! ITS SO BAD-” Minho squealed loudly and cut off his own sentence at the end as a long raspberry made its way to his v-line. 

Tears slipped down his cheeks. He couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard he tried to muffle it.

Minho gasped and sobbed desperately through his laughter, the sound of his hysterics cutting out every few seconds and coming back even wilder. 

“HYUHUNG! IHIHITS ENOHOHOUG-NOOOO!” The boy screamed when Channie’s fingers attached to his hips. 

“Don’t you mean…yes? You did ask for this~”

“IHIHIM GOHOHONNA FAHAHAHAINT, HYUNG!” Minho screamed breathlessly.

Finally, feeling the younger had had enough, Chan stuck his head out of the hoodie to be met with a blushy, giggly Minho. 

“Aghhh…you’re so cute.” Chan is squished at the younger’s cheeks and played with his hair, all while Lino himself relished in the attention, something Channie doesn’t see as often. 

Chan’s favorite genre of Minho. He smiled fondly at the boy and pressed his forehead against Lino’s shoulder. 

“Love you, bub…” Channie mumbled, smiling when a hand came to stroke his hair. 

“Love you too, hyungie.” A soft response came from above his head. 

Comfortable silence passed between the two, warm and cozy with an aura of happiness. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone I said that.”

“Did you and hyung have fun, sharing a room?” Jeongin snickered at Minho. 

Minho scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yup. Back to his sassy self. Though, Chan wished he could just wreck the younger again and bring back soft Lino too. 

“Please. We could hear you screaming from the other room. Luckily this is a private floor.” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

Blush leaked up Minho’s neck and onto his ears as he slapped Changbin’s bicep playfully. 

“Ohhh yah. I was wondering what that was.” Felix grinned, and Lee Know groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. 

“Who knew hyungie liked getting wrecked so mu-“

”OKAY, let’s go!” Minho interrupted, grabbing their suitcases and descending in the elevator. 

WHISTLING AND RUNNING AWAY-

[rhonuscorner]

Before I ask my question, I just wanted to say your alien DCA designs are so cool looking; like the amount of detail and obvious passion you put into your art and just the concepts behind the story itself is mind boggling, very impressive😄

On to the question, if it’s not too spoilery, I was wondering what their personalities are like? How they interact with each other and other beings of their species.

Aaaawwww thank you so much!!! That made me so happy to hear, you just made my day with this ask <3333333 I hope your pillow is nice and cool on both sides forever!❤️‍

As for your question, there are some similarities with their canon personalities. Sun is more outgoing, the more extrovert one, but not nearly as hyper and in your face as canon Sun is. Moon is not introvert but he is more shy, doesn't really like to have all the attention on him. A gentle soul.

They've both enjoyed a solid education, as befits their ranking as advisors as well as their status as (to use an earth term that comes closest) princes. Sun also has a particular fondness for technical stuff, he loves to tinker with pieces of scrap and obsolete tech and try to make something new and useful out of it in his free time - he has lots of shiny cool ideas in his noggin that he wants to make a reality - but that also means he has the technical know-how to do more serious repairs when the situation calls for it.

Arts 'n crafts for the advanced lol.

Moon is a great observer and that makes him a great tactician. The more silent type, he prefers to watch from the sidelines and is usually quick to pick up on things others might miss. Very useful to have someone like Moon around in situations that require quick thinking. He usually won't speak up unless he feels he has something important to say, compared to Sun who is much more of a chatterbox.

They're very close, when you see one the other usually isn't far behind.

Their role as advisors to someone I'm not quite gonna talk about just yet, also means they have a more public role with the population because the one they are advising is often too busy to make a lot of public appearances, so Sun and Moon step in to do that for them.

They get along well with other nebuterrans, they don't see themselves as better or anything like that and they're well liked, but they're wary of ori'esires - meaning outsiders, anyone who is not nebuterran. As a species they keep to their own (with the exception of approved trade partners) and Sun and Moon are no different. Outsiders can't be trusted.

Except, right now... they don't have much of a choice but to put their trust in a certain outsider 👀

[wonuwrites]

got7 would be so cute if you called them pretty. i have a feeling bam would get cocky....

omg omg. So atm im only really writing for Seventeen but Got7 will always be my babies so I'm gonna write quick things for my babies. <3

(this just reminded me I need to update my masterlist thingy lol)

You Calling Got7 Pretty~

ღ Mark:

Honestly, Marky would get red and start giggling once you called him pretty. At this point, he was used to getting called hot bc he is so him getting a more rare yet equally true compliment would just make him so giggly and happy.

ღ Jackson:

The milky way would be jealous of the stars in Jackson's eyes when he looked at you after you called him "pretty." He would ask you to say it again and would cuddle into you even more when you would repeat the compliment. It made him feel so good to get called "pretty" by his pretty partner.

ღ Jay B:

Just call Jaebum Twice's Sana because home boy would be shy shy shy. Like Jackson he would ask you to repeat yourself as if he didn't hear you say it before and once you did he would be putty in your hands. He would try to act all tough and say shit like "you're one to talk" but he'd just be so bashful asdfghjklk;

ღ Jinyoung:

Shy line part 2~ When you called Jinyoung pretty he would just give you a shy smile and hide his face. After awhile he'd point at you and just be like "hey, I'm supposed to say things like that?!?" I could see you both having a mini debate on who was prettier but he would be the more bashful one while you were the determined one haha.

ღ Youngjae:

This sunshine would be even more sunshine, Youngjae would be giggly and smile and just be so thankful and more snuggly to you. He would also call you pretty because well, you are. He just would feel so good because of the complement and would be beaming for like the next 8 business days.

ღ Bam Bam:

Oh anon you are so right because Bam Bam could go two ways. Like you said he could be so cocky and be like "hell yeah I'm pretty~" and would just flex and be a complete pretty dork. Or he would go into bashful Bam and just become putty in your hands. He'd just be like "we are the prettiest couple, I'm glad you think so." <3333333

ღ Yugyeom:

I can see Gyeomie just giving you a look before blushing. Especially if you do it in front of him Got7 or AOMG hyungs. He would just kiss your cheek and say thank you. If it was in public, I can see him being similar to Jinyoung and saying "wait no- I'm the one who is supposed to call you pretty."

hope this is what you wanted <33

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEY MOUSE HOW ARE YOU LIKING HSR SO FAR :333 WHO DO YOU LIKE ?? WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS??? I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

i also love u lots <33 i hope u are doing so so well <33

OMGOMGOMGGG!!!!!!!! HII ALEXIS HIIII:3333333 EEEEEEEEE I AM LIKING IT A LOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i didn't like it for a minute bc i was getting my ass beat so hard that i just wanted to leave and sulk in a corner for the rest of my life but then our lord and saviour ari saved me by telling me that i am, in fact, doing the wrong mission lmao that was really stupid but i am very excited to now do somthing else other than to fight those fuckass bugs😒😒😒😒

OH MY FAVOURITE SO FAR IS SAMPO . i need to kick him in the balls<3 HE'S SOO FUNNYY EEEEEE I LOVE HIM SO BADD!!!!!!!!!!! i also really really like himeko!!!!!!!!! i loved playing as her she's so cool wow MMMMMM I THOUGHT THAT GEPARD IS ALSO REALLY CUTE HEHEHEHE I WISH WE GOT TO SEE MORE OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!! OH AND AND NOW I DID MEET ARGENTI IN THE BUG MISSION TOO HE'S SO FUCKING SILLY a loser knight... flirting with a plant.... i need to marry him right fucking now...........

I JUST FINISHED THE FINLAND PLANET I MEAN THE ICE PLANET AND I'M REALLY REALLY EXCITED TO PROGRESS IN THE STORY AHHHHHHH I WANNA MEET BOOTHILL AND I WANNA MEET AVENTURINEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I THINK I'M GONNA LIKE THEM A LOT HEHEHEHE

also hello why is this game so unserious wdym i spent like an hour yesterday just playing hotel management simulator.................. that was genuinely so fun lmao i'm not complaining at all it's just so funny that such a thing even exists there BUT YEAH I AM HAVING FUN OVERALL TOO!!!!!!!!!!! it's definitely a lot . since this is my first ever gacha game but i think i am slowly but surely getting used to the gameplay:33333333333

[wexhappyxfew]

hi shannon!! marianne is calling my name so... can i request "it's 4am. you need sleep." with her? 😁 hope you're having an AMAZING day!!

HI BLUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!! you already are very aware of my excitement towards this prompt because i have not talked as much as i have wanted about my queen marianne salinger, resident tail-gunner of silver bullets who loves three things in this world (1) the silver bullets crew, (2) frank sinatra and (3) her orange cat, frank. AND OF COURSE -- i took this opportunity to talk a bit more about co-pilot of silver bullets, francis montez - co-pilots are just....they're so interesting. there is so much depth to them, especially what their relationship is with the pilot, and we dig into that here. also -- we get some birdie faulkner mentions! my queen (lost but not forgotten)!! francis montez, my tragic hero, i am HUGGING YOU!!!!! please enjoy this look into life before annie bradshaw became replacement command pilot for silver bullets! it is such an interesting space to work in, especially considering what we already know about life with annie bradshaw as the pilot!!!

we all lost birdie

(a/n): marianne salinger POV of the limbo time in between the command of birdie faulkner and annie bradshaw as francis montez struggles with the weight of leadership in a time like this. let's just say....she's not coping well, but the silver bullets crew is there to help with that. also -- marianne is just a gem for real, like observant, chaotic af, non-smoker but is the 'do it because my friends did it' person tbh she's great LMAO! please enjoy!!! (and thank you blu for this....i sincerely hope you enjoy!!!) <3333333 co-pilots my beloved!!

Birdie Faulkner had been on levels even some men would never get to in their lifetime. Highly respected, rather decorated and equally intelligent as any man flying a B-17 as anyone. It’s probably what made Silver Bullets so reliable.

The first she picked was her co-pilot.

Francis Montez - a good Californian, who had top marks in school and a knack for opening up her mouth when prompted, she was an easy choice for co-pilot, a second in command, another leader who would undoubtedly be useful in unforeseen circumstances.

The navigator and bombardier came next: Bessie Carlisle and Carrie Achterberg or Bergie, of Queens and Brooklyn, New York, respectively, from two sides of the same town. Damn good at their jobs, efficient, the glue to the crew and the ones with the brains. Necessary investments.

Then came the flight engineer. Not only must she know all she can about the B-17 but how to fix it on the ground or in the air if needed. Marjorie Harlowe - or Margie - from Michigan, took up that role with ease. A smile, a flick of the finger, an easy-going and competent nature - it wasn’t any surprise that if you flew with Margie Harlowe, you were safe.

Radio ops was next - Paulina Stagliano of Philly was one to talk. Loud mouth and an even louder mind, she got her point across in short question and answer scenarios for her crew, and was always of the opportune to play music when the morale was low.

Then - her turret gunners.

Waist gunners were first - Kennedy Farley hailed from Boston, a rather passionate, raging Red Sox fan, who was a fierce and loyal protector and friend. And a damn-good gunner - she knew that gun inside and out and if you needed a hand with repairs, she'd show up with a smoke, a screwdriver and a small frown and get it done in 5 minutes.

Vivian Ratcliffe from Colorado had grown up with a father teaching her the ropes in mechanic garages - and it was no wonder she was so used to the cold up in that open-air belly - nights and mornings spent skiing in the Rockies, gaining rough-and-tumble love from nature, from the air to the sea. The best of the group, truly.

Then she went for the ball turret gunner - they had to be pretty small, reliable, quick-witted, and no doubt, Birdie wanted someone with a funny personality - Judy Rybinski was practically over-qualified for the role. Showing up with a grin on her face, offering Birdie a bouquet of wildflowers hand-picked, shaking hands and talking about how quickly she could blow a target from the sky seemed to sell Birdie and the rest of the crew immediately. She was a peach.

Then there was herself; Marianne Salinger.

Tail gunner.

Sort of oddly lanky, but not super tail, slightly scrutinizing of others that weren't her crew, painter and animal lover when the war wasn't on, and a Frank Sinatra fan that even if his mother showed up, Marianne would've professed her love greater onward than that. She even found a stray orange tabby named Frank to join her.

She was a lot of things in ways, but very observant. Incredibly observant. Overly observant. And sometimes - to be like that hurt.

Because right now, Birdie was dead.

And the Silver Bullets crew was pilotless - the vacant spot staring the 90% crew in the face, the empty cot where Birdie's things had been like a sore bruise on the body - aching, but almost gone.

In moments like this, Marianne always admired Lieutenant Montez.

Probably since she was first brought into Silver Bullets and introduced to the Silver Bullets co-pilot; Lieutenant Francis Montez.

The good-hearted Californian.

Called you five different nicknames before sticking with one.

Keeping the brave face on in front of the rest of the Silver Bullets crew after Captain Faulkner's death.

Especially when she'd been right next to her when it happened.

So, in shifting herself to the left side in her cot, yawning widely and letting out an overdramatic 'hmph' as she snuggled into her pillow, hearing a rather distressed and choked cry leave someone's lips sent her sitting straight up in her cot. The quick movement made her heart pound, a pressure building behind her eyes and the sudden realization, from a quick glance at her watch, that it was only 0400 with the moonlight still peaking through.

Marianne swiveled her head around the barracks, squinting in the darkness, attempting to seek out who it was. Truth be told, after losing Birdie, nightmares became a normal thing - and some nights, no one slept. It'd been a tense and uneasy atmosphere for nearly a week and with no new pilot, things were even more worrisome and weary.

The only person holding them together was co-pilot Francis Montez. And currently, she was the one breaking down. Marianne could tell because it came from the far corner of the bunk room, closest to the door. And Francis didn't ever let it on that inside she was hurting. It's probably what hurt Marianne the most to see.

At dinners and lunches and breakfast - Francis would be sat, that blank look in her eyes, that ache buried deep inside, barely eating and trying to laugh it off seconds later.

Slowly standing to her feet, and nearly tripping over Frank's little pillow on the ground that he'd taken to, she picked her way down the rows of the crew towards Francis.

Deep-down, she probably should've stayed in her cot, kept her mouth shut and let Francis deal with her emotions. But a sudden urge to protect her and hold Francis through a moment like this was all she wanted to do.

Marianne approached the outlined form on the cot, bathed in a sprinkle of moonlight and held her breath, debating if she should turn around now.

"Lieutenant Montez?" Marianne whispered, her voice causing Francis' form to freeze-up entirely, turning to look over her shoulder towards Marianne stood there, as if a ghost had appeared - Marianne almost choked out her words, "I just heard something and wanted to make sure you were okay and then I saw you were awake and-"

"Salinger." Francis said, voice slightly hoarse, silencing her rambling, "I'm fine. Just, some fucking nightmare. But, it's fine. I'm going out for a smoke anyway. Take the edge off." Marianne stood, cheeks heated red in the darkness, as Francis stood to her rather tall height and picked up her A2, throwing it on roughly, before grabbing her smokes' box and heading towards the door. Marianne's heart hammered in her chest before she wiped at her nose and cleared her throat.

"Need a buddy?" Oh, God, now how awkward do you sound? Francis turned and looked at Marianne and she balked. "Uh, need a buddy. Ma'am." Francis stared at her in the darkness and Marianne swore that she could've died on the spot if it was possible.

"Sure." Francis said and then turned to the door stepping outside. Marianne skittered to follow her out, slowly shutting the door behind herself and settling down on the stoop in front of the barracks beside Marianne.

Outside, with the moonlight, Marianne could get a better look at Francis' face and saw the dark circles under her eyes, the fading scar from the incident on that fateful day and the blankness of her eyes all at once. Her heart ached.

"Want one, Salinger?" Francis said, placing one on her own lip before offering the box. Marianne - resident and very adamant non-smoker in the group - stared at the box before looking at Francis again. Francis usually never offered because she knew Marianne didn't smoke, but Francis seemed on a whole different planet right now. And something made Marianne want to take one.

"Yes. Yes, ma'am." Marianne said, reaching forward to pluck one out of the box and place it on her own lip - the paper taste wasn't nice. Francis chuckled slightly.

"You don't have to keep calling me ma'am or….or Lieutenant. It's fine, seriously." Francis said, glancing at her, "Here." Francis leaned forward and gently lit the edge of Marianne's cigarette before leaning back to light her own. Marianne's warm cheeks failed to dissipate and she couldn't help but watch as Francis clicked the lighter closed and then popped the cigarette off her lip and blew out a drag of smoke. She didn't realize her staring until Francis looked to her and waved a hand.

"You there, Salinger?" It didn't take long for Marianne to blink herself out of it, before inhaling the cigarette chemicals too fast, breathing it in and hacking up a lung, loud and noisily, before gasping for breath, the cigarette forgotten between her fingers.

"Sorry," Marianne croaked out as Francis gently tapped her back, clearing her airways, "I don't smoke."

"I forgot about that," Francis said, sounding slightly defeated and guilty, "just not with it right now."

Marianne recovered her bearings and slight moment of embarrassment and looked to Francis sat beside her, staring out towards the airfield at night, planes silhouetted in darkness. It was an eerie feeling - knowing she had died on that plane, after getting up into it thinking there'd be many more times after. Knowing that cockpit would remain empty until the replacement showed up.

Knowing that plane was still sitting out there, soaked in that feeling, those memories, that moment.

"Probably because it's 4 am. And you need sleep." Marianne said quietly, looking over at the co-pilot, "Brain won't work and wire itself right without it."

"Can't sleep most nights anyway so," Francis said, popping the cigarette on her lip and clenching her jaw, "if I do, the nightmares come so, prefer not to if I can."

"Of Birdie?" Marianne asked. Francis grew quiet and continued staring out, blank-eyed. It grew quiet and Marianne wasn't going to push her - fresh in the mind, only four days ago - she almost regretted saying Birdie's name, but she knew Francis needed to get it into her mind what was going on. She needed to be able to talk instead of bottling it inside.

"Yeah." Francis said quietly, pulling the cigarette from her lip, "It replays in my mind. Every night since it's happened." Marianne watched as Francis looked towards her, tears in her eyes. She watched as Francis shook her head, biting back her lip and looking towards her again.

"It was our second mission. We just got out here. And….and she's already gone." Francis whispered quietly before looking out at the darkness again, "They won't allow us to fly until they've got someone new in here, and…I don't know, going up there again and she's not next to me. I….I don't know." Marianne glanced sidelong at Francis again and watched as the co-pilot reached up to angrily wipe at some tears in her eyes and sigh.

"I gotta get myself together - there's some pilot from San Diego coming in tomorrow anyway - Atchinson….something or other. I gotta…." Francis let a hand linger lightly over her body, a display of dissatisfaction on her force, "I know I won't go back to sleep so. Don't want to keep you awake. I'll be fine." Marianne watched Francis - did she actually think Marianne would leave her sit out here alone and suffer in silence? In the darkness?

"I can stay." Marianne said, her cheeks growing warm uncontrollably. Francis looked over at her, slightly surprised. Marianne stuttered. "I mean, I can stay and we can talk. So you're not alone. I don't mind. Mind being here with you. With…" Marianne watched as Francis looked towards her a small smile on her face, dark eyes watching Marianne with mirth.

"When in doubt, Mari Salinger's gonna make sure you're not alone," Francis said, her eyes never leaving Francis' as she reached out and gave her shoulder a squeeze, "thanks, Mari."

Marianne sat there, incredibly aware of the feel of Francis' hand on her shoulder, the warmth from the co-pilot's hand now infiltrating her body, along with the look in Francis' eyes that simply only watched Marianne in this endless darkness. It took a matter of seconds, but then Francis was pulling her hand back, unflinching, and removing her cigarette from her lips again and nodding to her.

Clearly, she wasn't unchanged, but Marianne felt like her entire world had shifted on its axis and suddenly, she wasn't sure if she knew how to breathe right or if her lungs were working.

"So, you hear anything about this Atchinson?" Francis asked her cooly, waving around her cigarette between her fingers and rubbing her temple, "You always got the scoop on this sorta stuff, so." Marianne cleared her throat and looked at Francis.

"I…I must say it's the first time that I really don't know much to anything about her. Just that's she's a pilot. From San Diego. Captain ranking I believe. Nothing more." Marianne said quietly with a shrug, focusing on a spot of dirt on the ground and attempting to pull herself together, "Say, Francis…what happens if this doesn't work out?" Francis glanced at her and raised a brow.

"Come again?" Marianne balked and cleared her throat.

"Atchinson. Uh, Captain Atchinson. What happens if the fit isn't….the right one?" Marianne asked her, "You heard Harding. He said 'We gotta make it the right fit.', the hell is that supposed to mean?" Francis watched her and offered her an upturn of a smile.

"They don't just want anyone up there, Salinger." Francis said to her with a nod, "Birdie was more qualified than any of us. Best of the best. And she hand-picked the group of us. Now. We're down our command pilot and the spot's vacant. They're not just throwing names in a hat and picking out the first piece of paper they touch." Francis smirked.

"Which, I'll give 'em credit, they're looking out for us," Francis said and Marianne's cheeks warmed as Francis smirked at her wider this time, "but that don't mean much, I gotta say. Until that replacement's in the sky with us, until you really know what they're like….I don't know. May not know the right fit until they come back after a mission and know what it's really like." Marianne slowly nodded and glanced back at Francis.

"You think Atchinson's gonna work out?" Marianne asked her, her mind thinking, if Birdie were here tomorrow, to meet her, would she like her? Francis shrugged.

"You can only hope," Francis said quietly, "I don't know though." Francis sighed and scratched at the back of her head for a moment, her dark hair tied into a bun that rested gently on her neck, where the scars of that final flight for Birdie had occurred. They both fell quiet, Francis smoking her cigarette, Marianne trying to get a wrangle on her head and her heart.

"Hey, Francis?" Marianne asked quietly, watching as the co-pilot turned to look towards her. Francis' eyes were always dark and consumed with something no one could ever quite distinguish, but for the first time in what seemed like a while, they were clear and quiet. That chaos, that storm inside was calmed for once.

"What's up?" Francis asked her, as Marianne watched her.

"If you ever need to talk to someone in the future, whatever it is, I'm here. We all here." Marianne said quietly, tapping her fingers against her up-bent knees against her chest on the stoop, the warm night breeze running over her bare legs, "We all lost Birdie." Francis watched Marianne and slowly nodded, tears forming in her gaze. It was those few seconds in between recognition and having a breakdown that Marianne caught as Francis squeezed her eyes shut and bit back her quivering lip.

"I just don't want you all to think this is it for Silver Bullets, for all of us," Francis whispered quietly, her voice breaking, "that without Birdie, we're done for. We all worked to get here, you know. We all deserve to be here, sticking out necks out, dealing with all the shit from everyone else. We're all here because we earned it. And I just….I don't want to show that in front of everyone. That it fucking sucks trying to keep it together, trying to cooperate with a replacement that won't ever be like Birdie. Knowing Birdie won't be coming back." Marianne watched her, tears welling in her own eyes. Her throat tightened as she tried to speak.

"You're not alone, Francis," Marianne said quietly, "Birdie's always gonna be up there, alright? Watching over us." Marianne pointed to the sky. Francis managed a stifled cry and wiped at her tears and sighed.

"I know." Francis whispered.

"Birdie would want us to keep going, too," Marianne said quietly, "remember when Birdie told Judy that one time about how years from now, when people think about this war, our names are gonna be apart of that. Silver Bullets is, too. Even if there's a replacement. Birdie's name is gonna be sticking in that, too. She'll always be here."

Marianne wasn't sure what happened, but in a span of a few seconds, Francis had scooted over and wrapped Marianne in a hug, holding her close, a few silent trembling cries somewhere near her right ear.

Slowly, Marianne wrapped her arms around Francis, holding her there, and letting her feel those emotions for a moment where the only thing watching was the cloudy moon. Francis wasn't a heavily emotional person, so when she pulled back after 30 seconds, Marianne wasn't surprised that she was clearing up and nodding herself back to life.

"Sorry, Mari," Francis said, patting her arm and sighing, "just, thanks for that. Just needed to hear it from someone else, ya know?" Marianne nodded with a small smile, for the first time seeing their co-pilot come a bit more to life, especially in the past week more than anything.

"We're always here." Marianne said, with a small smile, "We are a 10-woman crew. Not a 1-man." Francis chuckled wetly, wiping a few more tears from her eyes as she smiled again.

"I know it's barely 5 am, but they might have coffee out. Wanna join me?" Marianne watched Francis and it only took about a millisecond for her brain to respond.

"Of course." Marianne said with a smile, following Francis to the mess hall for a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee at 5 am to ponder the horrors of the week was all one needed to ready themselves for another day, another mission, another breath of air. It's all Francis needed and something Marianne needed to. It's what they all needed.

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Tbh I desperately need to reread haikyuu but i think if I will do that I will start crying again especially w/ karasuno characters + nationals again (no one is going to die no one is going to be brought back ++ we don’t need memories ++ kageyama backstory ++ Brazil arc) and I think if that happens the adrenaline I will get from finishing the manga will make me sign up for a marathon and I don’t want to do that

anyway! Enough abt haikyuu! What are your favorite bllk characters/moments (if you want to answer ofc) hope you have a great day!!

as someone currently rereading haikyuu, can confirm that the adrenaline rush of it all is REAL. and also so is the crying. i got to the end of the kamomedai match and nearly started sobbing in public at work. its the everything. we dont need the memories. mediocre me do you have time to look down. no one is going to die, no one is going to be brought back to life. it was the most fun i've ever had. the idle fleeting thought that he was a star. this too is volleyball. our spring is over. i wanted to go further with this team. what will you be tomorrow. sobbing as i type fr fr fr.

anyways enough of the crying!!! re: blue lock, favorite characters oh god. ok this list has changed DRAMATICALLY since i first started reading. but favorites are def bachira (it's the loneliness and the monster and the growth and the kindness) and kunigami (bring him back i miss him he's literally so fucking tragic and for what).

honorable mention to rin, who i have recently begun to feel fucking deranged about. i 100% blame this on the most recent chapter. i also think niko is neat and deserves more screen time/development. that scene from the very beginning with him crying and isagi saying this feels good lives RENT FREE in my head.

the entire u20 match is crazy and is def my favorite arc in the manga so far. im so excited for an entire season of that game. its gonna be so insane. the "LUCK" panel actually made me scream out loud. i felt crazy reading that shit.

other favorite moment is bachira's awakening where he throws away the monster and goes for goal himself....gODDDDD. bachira <3333333 also contender for one of the best moments in the manga is in fact isagi "how does it feel to be the clown of my story". OH and also isagi and barou i will devour your darkness and turn it into light. ALSO ALSO kaiser's mental breakdown. 10/10 character arcs right there.

sorry this took a literal year and ten days exactly to answer btw. i appreciate the ask i swear!!!! hope ur doing well anon <333

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max's gustholomule fic recs!

sharing some of my favs i've read so far to help spread the gustholomule agenda!!!!!!!!!! also these live in my brain forever...

4:02 AM by kindofsortofmaybe : GOD. if by some chance you haven't read this already what are you doing. THEYRE SO FUJCING STUPID OH MY GODDDD <3333333 the vibes are incredible can you tell im a night owl? lots of gus pining :)

Gardenias by disco_girl : WAD timeskip! THIS IS MY CANON. first kiss and relationship discussion :)

One More Ride by WoorEnergy : *slaps screen* THIS. first kiss? late night drives? STEVE? sign me TF UP!!!!!!! how many times have i read this? yes.

dozy by rt5626 : sick fic <3 they're so cute i hope they explode.

i would've followed [you] all the way to the graveyard by emsprovisions : first kiss fic!!!!! they're so silly!!! absolutely lives inside my brain.

tfw boys have shoulders by killyhawk : post-canon. title says it all. read this NOW i laughed so hard.

A Little Bit of Sunshine by multishipperofmanyfandoms : takes place during FTF. i've read this so many times i love it so much.

we grew up so well by kairoskeeper : matt and amity friendship!!!! definitely fed my brainrot. gustholomule sprinkles. the "WHO EVEN LIKES GIRLS?" lives in my brain.

Heart Covered in Honey by This_Is_My_Guest_Name : very soft!!!

Eyes On You by killyhawk : OOO KILLY THIS LORE! i live for anything exploring gus's illusion magic + bonus established gustholomule and good bf matt <3

let's give 'em something to talk about by killyhawk : killy with another banger. THE gustholomule writer ever. idiots <3 i hope they explode <3

Palisman Playdate by AssignedK9 : short and sweet!! i love this one sm (garth my beloved). focusses more on their friendship with the ship sprinkled in but their interactions are so perfect.

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AHHH I'm so glad you liked my drawing of Colin!! Idk why I've held on to it for so long without sending it to you, but now felt like the best time hjsdfka You've always been so sweet when people send messages and fanart your way, including the few times I've sent anon messages, I am just a BabyTM ANYWAYS I hope you're doing well!!

GAAAHHHH OHHHHGGGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤸🤸🤸🤸🤸🤸🤸🤸 OH MY GOSHHH- T_T THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR SUCH A NICE MESSAGE?!?!?!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 GAAAHHHH!! 🥺🥺🥺 * BREAKS ALL THE WINDOWS IN MY HOUSEEE * 💥💥💥💥🤸🤸🤸

I've still been thinking about that doodle ALL DAY TODAY GAHA!!!!! 😭🙏🙏🙏 It seriously made my DAY to see- AND to read your kind words!!!! :''''] Honestly, I wish so much that I could better articulate just how much I appreciate such kindness y'know!! 😭🙏Like... I'm kind of a baby 😭- so it really makes me emotional gahaha 😭😭👐👐 Thank you so much again, for your wonderful drawing AND all of your kind words!!! It really truly made my day!!! :'] <3333333

( ALSO; I drew a little doodle of Blythe that I figured I'd share with this ask too haha 🙏 she is suchhh a fun character and I ADOREEE her design to DEATH!! 💞💞 Like...I read her bio and instantly had to draw her out LOL!!! SHES JUST SO COMPELLING TO ME!!!! <33 )