#i wanna watch it a fourth time alone this time so i can cry my eyes out

[nuppu-nuppu]

how would you guys feel about a bakudeku Howl's moving castle au with Deku as Howl and Kacchan as Sophie.................

[bonbonly]

very filthy thot: free use with carlos. that’s all im going to say, go crazy with it

bon's thoughts (18+)

ok, i am keeping this in the collegeau!carlos x artstudent!reader timeline i have, but imagine carlos finally convinces his parents to let you stay permanently at his house. his sisters obviously think this is funny asf, but they know better than to bring it up in front of mr. and mrs. sainz. it's a bit weird at first because you spent all your time in a cramped dorm with some of your friends, and now you're in this mansion that has tons of rooms and empty space.

only problem was, carlos would refuse to leave your side. and it just so happens that his family is going on a trip, but you can't be there since you're a bit busy with some work, which mama sainz totally understands. and carlos, being the absolute sweetheart (i say in jest) that he is offers to stay behind and take care of you! he explains that he doesn't want to leave you all alone in this big scary place, and his mother is so honored that her son is such a gentleman!

no sooner does the entire family leave, carlos instantly carries you to the living room, spreading your legs. he LOVES to eat you out, this man is a massive foodie anyway, of course he's feasting on his favorite dessert whenever he can. he's lapping your cunt, ignoring the way your worries flood his ears.

"come on, princesa, there's no one home," he winks, and you sigh, realizing all the possible excuses you had were now useless. he's darting his tongue in your cunt, occasionally nibbling your cunt which has you squealing out loud. added benefit of no one in the house is that carlos makes sure you're being loud for him. he'll do anything and EVERYTHING to push you to your limit, he wants to hear you cry, scream, beg, whimper. any sound you make, he's down for it. that's how he got attracted to you in the first place when you yelled at him in front of his friends! of course he wants to hear what that mouth offers.

you could be painting in the study room, and then you'll feel big arms wrap around you. a hint of a blush will creep on your face, wondering what he's about to do and just like you expected, you're sitting in a reverse cowgirl position, his fingers scissoring your cunt as you're forced to look at the mirror in front of you.

"you see that? you see how well your fingers take my cunt? eres perfecta, mi amor," he whispers into your ear, and all you can do is moan out loud because he's adding a fourth finger. the sounds of your cunt slurping up his fingers overshadows the soft music you have playing in the background. it's downright filth.

he's shoving his cock inside of you when you're at the garden, watching you arch your back and beg for him to give you at least a 30 second break, because the last orgasm was just too much. this man isn't stopping until he sees you squirting around his cock, followed by high pitched screams. he needs to hear it, he's starting to realize that the small quickies he did back in college when you had to be quiet weren't enough. noooo, he's waiting for the day to put a ring on your finger and have you in his house forever so only he could hear you scream, and he wants to hear you every single second of the day. his hands squeeze your tits, and when you turn your head to the side, he slaps your face (gently, he doesn't wanna hurt you that much lol) and growls, "eyes on me, princesa, or else every time you turn away, that's how many times i'm going to make you cum from now on"

that's enough to keep your eyes on him at all times. he's enjoying this a bit too much, but he had an entire two weeks before his family came back. two weeks to make sure he had you up against every corner of the mansion.

[forlix]

"i did a thing." or, hyunjin needs an expert opinion about his newest piercing.

words・1.4k / pairing・idol!hyunjin x gn!makeup artist!reader / genres・fluff, established relationship / author's note・takes place in the same universe as places, places! and crying lightning but can be read on its own. @astraystayyh your children are back :’)

The parlor door jingles. Hyunjin emerges onto the chilled pavement with his phone pressed to his ear, and you pick up on the fourth ring.

“What is it? I’m busy.” The way your voice shrinks substantiates this claim, like you’ve darted to the other end of the room promptly after accepting his call. “And you’re on speaker.”

Hyunjin ducks into his car and sits back against the nylon with a grateful sigh. He finds himself constantly ill-prepared for Seoul’s Januarys. “Busy with who? Remind me.”

“You wanna say hi?” You ask the person in your company. Who is it? He hears them ask, to which you answer: Hyunjin. You say it softly, in the sense that you’re far away and speaking under your breath, but softly, in the sense that your tongue caresses every syllable of his name with that tacit fondness he’ll never tire of.

He notices the ditzy smile on his face only when he glances into his rear-view. He’s long given up on wiping it off.

A familiar voice drifts into your receiver. “Mr. Hwang!”

Ah, that’s right—you’re working on Aespa’s new music video for the next two weeks. Today must be the first day of filming.

“Hey, Ningning! How are you?”

“In a predicament, honestly. I have the biggest crush on my stylist, but so does this other guy…”

“Damn, sounds tough. Best of luck.”

“Oh, I won’t need luck. I said predicament, not competition.” 

His jaw hits his wheel. “Okay, we’re boxing. Let’s go. Earrings off.”

“Say less!"

You’ve withstood enough. “Alright, nobody is boxing anyone—do not touch your earrings, Ning, what’s wrong with you? God, Hyunjin!”

Now you say his name sternly, hopelessly, like he’s just knocked ten years off your lifespan. He almost likes this version more. He fell in love with you listening to it, after all.

“Did you call for any reason aside from threatening my clients?”

Oh, right. He did.

Hyunjin glances into the rear-view again, intentionally this time. He moves aside a lock of maroon hair to review the silver studs glinting off his right eyebrow.

He smirks.

“Am I allowed on set?”

Half an hour later, Hyunjin reaches the filming site and runs into a few staff members who are so surprised to see him they nearly forget to question what he’s doing there.

But they do their job, and he humors them, utters your name and the word “boyfriend” back to back. Then he watches their eyebrows disappear into their hairlines and basically prances into the dressing rooms.

He loves that everyone knows you. He loves that everyone knows that he loves you.

You were out of bed before he opened his eyes this morning, and he blooms at his first sight of you today, alone in the lounge, curled up on the couch and browsing through your phone. Eyeshadow stains your fingers and a pen sits behind the cuff of your ear. Your figure is framed in a (his) white cardigan with a red heart stitched over its left lapel. So professional, so pretty, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he uses his words instead.

“I did a thing,” he says, plopping onto the cushion next to you.

You look at him, shut off your phone. “I figured.”

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“No.”

It was worth a shot. “Can you blink, at least? You’re scaring me.”

In turn, you stretch open your eyes and hold them there. “A blink would be more than you deserve right now.”

Insufferable. He unleashes a bashful laugh and singular clap and looks back at you just in time to see a matching smile on your cordate lips. And to see you blink.

“Seriously, though, no more suspense,” you plead. “What on earth did you do? Should I be worried?” 

You tuck your hand around his bicep and tug lightly at his arm, and his insides pirouette at the gesture.

“No, no,” he answers, letting you pull him close, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I was being dramatic. It’s nothing, really.”

You catch him as he’s trying to leave. A light finger hooks beneath his chin, an anchor to keep his face a mere few inches away from yours.

You look him in the right eye, then in the left, your expression stoic, scrutinizing. He doesn’t remember where he looks, in the meantime. He’s slipping and sliding out of his right mind, drinking in your long lashes and curved cheeks, wondering what heroic deed he performed in his last life to be able to study beauty in such proximity in this one.

“It’s not nothing, is it?” You query, tracing the tip of your pointer finger over Hyunjin’s cupid’s bow.

“No,” he exhales. “It’s not nothing.”

“Did you get it on your face?”

Of course you already know.

He nods, and the finger moves to his lower lip, gently indenting the glossy plush. 

“Hot or cold?” 

“Cold.”

The finger runs over the bridge of his nose, then the perimeter of its prominence, like the drag of a feather. 

“Warmer.”

You lift a brow, give the side of his face a small nudge, and say, turn. The word comes out in a very stylist-esque manner, and you and Hyunjin realize this at the same time, judging by the synchrony of your quiet chuckles.

“Force of habit,” you murmur, and move his hair out of the way and lean in to examine his ear. Nothing new there. He turns his face the other way before you have to ask. Nothing new there, either.

When he looks at you again, your gaze has locked onto his eyebrows. You cock your head slightly to one side as it dawns on you what he’s done.

“Warmer,” he offers anyways, his smile small, his pulse rapid.

With a flourish of movement, you push his purple locks all the way off his forehead. Hyunjin holds his breath. Your expression goes blank. 

But it’s not blank, not really. One just has to know where to look. (He does.)

Your eyes darken fast as if caught in a solar eclipse, your pupils doubling in size, your irises quivering slightly. Your mouth opens, then closes, then purses into a thin line as if suppressing something explosive. Your cheeks blush at their very outskirts, along the edges of your face and the slants of your cheekbones, like how the first rays of sunlight always skim the mountaintops first.

He hardly notices the finger you bring to brush over the studs, so carefully he doesn’t feel the contact.

He’s too busy basking in his victory.

Neither of you say anything for a long while. You lean back, then right, then left, your hand pinned to his hairline, your gaze superglued to his brow. He simply sits still, feeling like one of your French girls, simpering, simping.

“You really did it,” you finally say.

“I did,” he chirps. “Any notes?”

At the next part of your lips, your waiting smile overtakes them at long last. You duck your head to conceal it like he hasn’t already melted at its mere image. You deliver your answer to your knees.

“No?” He repeats incredulously, teasingly. “That’s a shame. I really could’ve used an expert opinion.”

You roll your eyes hard enough for them to tug at your sockets. His boyish grin wipes away your feigned irritation like warm cotton.

“Fine,” you grouse. “Look at me.”

He does. You look back.

“It's nice," you deadpan.

Your resolve wobbles.

"Complements your face…shape.”

The ‘p’ sound pops, and you lose your shit.

The sun fully risen now, you bury your burning face into your hands, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Meanwhile, the raucous cackle that leaves Hyunjin’s lips causes the intern hurrying past the lounge outside to jump so high he actually lets go of his coffee cups before snatching them back out of the air with a relieved groan. He doesn’t get paid enough. 

You think you’re getting paid too much. 

“I love it, Hyun,” you whisper. “You’re beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough."

His heart beats so rapidly he thinks it might take off into a sprint; his laugh dwindles into a ditzy smile, one he’s long given up on wiping off.

“You know nothing about that word,” he replies, softly.

You bring your lips to his. His fingers wrap around the crook of your elbow. Yours begin curled in the silken hair at the back of his head. The pen behind your ear falls into the cracks of the couch.

“I’m still mad at you,” you sigh against his mouth, your own statement debunked by the inevitable drift of your touch back to the metal lodged in his face.

He doesn’t need to call you out. You do it yourself: “Ugh. I’ll be mad at you later.”

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

can i request a story where gavi comes home and finds his gf the reader crying in the dark? thanks 😊

A bit short but cute enough, I hope this is at your expectations 😊 i had a bit of trouble coming up with something for this so here you go.

Homesick -P.G

Summary: It's one of those days where you are homesick

Have you ever had one of those days where everything's going good, you are fine but still can't help but feel kinda weird? Like... You can't help but feel down, want to cry and just overall feel sad? Better said, a mixed feeling of homesick and lost?

That's what's totally happening to you after looking at a picture your uncle had sent of your late grandad. You had done a bit of clean up, you also did homework and finished in four hours, then you just made a snack and put on Friends with all the lights turned off, the only thing lighting up your face was the TV

You started thinking of your extended family who was away, of your abuela's food, your grandad's jokes you wouldn't hear again and the smallest things you could possibly remember, that much you don't know when you turned off the TV and just stared at it and then you felt yourself cry.

You keep on crying lightly, you were in your own world not even noticing Pablo had came home from training and straight towards you when he saw you crying your eyes out

"Mi vida, why are you crying?" He asked you worried as your eyes snapped to him, sniffling you dried your tears

"Everything's good, amorcito. I'm fine, don't worry. What about training? How was it? I saw Coldplay had been there, you must have been all over the moon"

"And now I'm all over the underground if you don't exactly tell me what happened to you, hermosa. I'm always worrying" He shook his head

"Just feeling a bit down today, I dunno" You shrugged your shoulders "Today's my grandad's fourth year of passing and I miss my family"

"We can always invite your mom and your brothers, include your dogs in the mix"

"I'd love that but I don't mean my close family, Pabs. I don't mean them" You shook your head "I mean my extended fam; my grandma, my tio, mis primos, everything and everyone. I'm missing my little town and my weather. I wanna be there with them for a few days during this time we all get a bit blue, but it'll be impossible"

"You're homesick, mi nena?" He asked pushing your hair behind as you lightly nod "What about we can go there?"

"We can't, mi vida. I have Uni and you have matches to attend"

"Not for much, season is ending we can go a few days, you can visit them, go to your grandad's, take him some flowers" Pablo pushed a stray of your hair behind your ear "walk around your town, anything you want" You look at him still teary eyed

"Would you do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, Y/N" He smiled as you finally cracked a laugh and the longing feeling started to go away

"Then you gotta tell me when do you have your day offs, so we can plan it"

"Of course, mi vida. You had me scared being alone crying in the dark" You laughed

"I was watching Friends but... I suddenly didn't wanted to anymore"

He hummed letting you know he was trying to come up with something

"How about Flips with milk?" You nod excited feeling him kiss your lips and get up towards the kitchen "And some kisses to cheer you up too?" He asked as you roll your eyes from his smirk, but still nodded and smiled

"You know it!"

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This wasn't proofread, so I'm sorry if there was some misspelled words, I'll look it up thorugh it tomorrow and edit it tho!

Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[vagabond-umlaut]

fairy cakes

two dumb classmates redefining mutual pining. one injured senpai people keep linking you with. zero baking experience in your being.

what could possibly go wrong?

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; wc: 1.6k; background nanami x haibara; lots and lots of fluff; pining; teasing; missions; injuries and recoveries; reader is in denial and acceptance (confusing, ik); (i repeat) soft tooth-rotting fluff (i promise)

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ idk what's happening to me. (another fic, so soon!?!?) (i ain't upset tho.) anyways, gif, divider and characters aren't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"are the cupcakes readyyy?"

the decision of letting these four guys spend the afternoon at your place was a blunder. terribly, horribly, greatly - a historic blunder.

you shoot geto an exasperated look. the boy simply shrugs back, lips twitching, as he takes a water bottle from the fridge and saunters back to wherever the hell he emerged from.

beside you, meanwhile, nanami continues to mutter the ingredients under his breath - the thousandth time in the past hour - making you wonder if you can survive a jump from your fourth-storeyed flat's kitchen window or not.

maybe not, you decide, cracking three eggs open and pouring them into the bowl. and even if you do, it's not worth the risk, anyways. you might've got money to burn but you would much rather not burn it all on hospital bills, thank you.

"hey, they said two eggs, not three," your classmate's solemn voice draws you from your thoughts. glancing at the boy, then at the bowl, then back at him, you feel the corners of your lip lift in a tense grin.

"that recipe you are reading's all wrong," you state, snatching the cookbook from him with one hand and snapping it shut, "my mom always baked me and my brothers cakes in our childhood. trust me, i know. i might've never baked before but it's in my blood."

you watch nanami open his mouth, then close it, then open it again - only to close it. and the metaphorical bulb lights up in your brain.

a teasing smile now carving its way onto your lips, you return to the batter, adding, "don't get stressed, kento-kun. i'm pretty sure yu-kun will looove the cupcakes. just as much as you love him."

a sputter followed by a cough sounds next to you. "hey, that- that's not true. what're you talking about?" the blond exclaims indignantly.

the whisk dropped into the batter, a loud gasp escapes you as you twist to face him. "are you implying your love for yu-kun is fake, then? oh gosh! and here i thought you were a decent person, kento-kun!" you cry out dramatically, placing a hand over your forehead.

"hey, no, that's not it," the boy refutes your claims in an instant. you watch in glee how his otherwise-stoic features grow bashful. "my feelings for haibara-kun aren't fake. they are real. quite a lot so."

"oh, is it so?" you ask in faux-curiosity, then turn to the boy, genuinely wondering, "then why don't you confess to him? yu-kun will accept it in a heartbeat, i'm sure of that."

a couple of seconds pass before the smile falls from your face, giving way to a mighty frown, as you watch the boy next to you grow silent, desolation dimming his gaze as he returns to finding the cupcake moulds.

in your sixteen years of existence, you've always viewed love as... just that. lovely. exceedingly so.

yes, you have never experienced it yourself yet, but everyone else always described it as wonderful, leaving one happy and giddy and just splendid at the end of the day.

then why does kento-kun's face grow grave at love's very mention?

"are you scared of losing him one day, kento-kun?" you ask him quietly, the words tumbling out your mouth before you registering, while you add the other ingredients - brown sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla extract - into the bowl and start whisking them again.

a long while passes - one wherein two excited yells sound from the living room, accompanied by a dramatic whine (you know whose) - after which your question receives a reply.

except, it's your inquiry thrown back at you.

"aren't you scared of losing your loved ones?" nanami asks, just as quietly as you did. in the background, yet another dramatic cry rings through the air-conditioned air.

and your mind, as if on auto-pilot, flies back to that one night a week ago you spent in the infirmary.

the night you felt the most terrified. the most penitent. the loneliest.

the mission was worded to be an easy one, a simple in-and-out kind.

gojo and you decided to visit the ruins of a shrine in nikko, kill the special-grade curse wreaking havoc there, and finally go to the patisserie nearby, he had been singing praises for, for weeks and days at end.

that was the plan, that would have been the reality too - an awesome reality to mark the start of your much-loved summer holidays - until everything went haywire, that is.

there was no one special-grade curse, there were multitudes of them. and if that wasn't enough, to couple that woe, the walls were too, too derelict and weak to bear the brunt of either of your cursed energy blows, let alone your joint attacks.

the tragedy, however, lay not in either of the facts.

the tragedy lay in gojo's and your ignorance of both of them.

before either of you could realize what's wrong, whilst you two were relaxing for a beat, having exorcised all the curses, bodies tired and bruised, the ages-old shrine came caving in on you - the roof, the walls, the everything.

and gojo, being gojo - the absolute self-sacrificing idiot you never knew he could be - chose to turn his infinity off in favour of pulling you under his tall frame, bearing the weight of the crash all upon his back.

the entire trip back to school and everything that happened after is all a blurry mess in your brain now.

save for the metallic stench of blood, the leaden weight of guilt, the sympathetic soft voices and the ice-cold hand you kept rubbing circles on and on, and pressing kisses to, throughout the night till the morning next - when a familiar pair of clear blue eyes opened, blinking blearily, and crinkled in a grin at your sight, raspy voice asking if you would mind visiting the shop a couple of days later.

your cheeks feel awfully wet as you recount those details - and you huff a watery chuckle.

"i too am scared, i guess," you admit in a hushed tone, pouring the batter into the moulds - eight, not twelve, you remind yourself, 'cause shoko went to visit family and geto's going on that date you're forcing him to go. a beat passes in utter silence before you feel a pair of arms pull you gently into a side-embrace.

"i didn't intend to make you cry, sorry," nanami says in a kind voice. you immediately open your mouth, wanting to say it's not his fault; the boy shushes you, continuing, just as gently, "why don't you take a small break, hm? only the frosting's left, right? i'll call haibara. both of us can handle it from here."

betraying your brimming eyes, you throw him an impish grin. "are you sure this wasn't some ploy to get some alone-time with your boyfie?"

"no, it wasn't," your classmate says, rolling his eyes in annoyance, though the smile on his lips tell you otherwise. accepting the napkin from him, you let him maneuver you towards the living room, an arm slung around your shoulders, when he speaks up again, "geto senpai will be leaving for his date in another couple of minutes. he's already ready."

your brows furrow a tad as you glance at him from the corner of your eyes. nanami hates stating the obvious... then why is he now?

"of course, i know that. i was the one who set him up on that date, remember?" you say, perplexed, "so?"

"so..." the blond drawls with a rare wide grin. did the sun rise in the west today or something of the sort?

"you should've realized by now, it was a ploy to get you some alone-time with your boyfie."

an indignant gasp escaping, you twist in his grasp, ready to deny his mind-boggling claims - then stop when you catch gojo grin at you, waving not unlike a maniac, from where he is slouched on the couch.

ignoring the tight feeling in your chest (must have been a heartburn from that stale pizza), you grin back at your shades-wearing senpai, waving just as wildly.

nanami's an idiot - you decide as you sit down carefully next to the white-haired boy - he's still healing, after all - and kiss his bandaged forehead. your two classmates, meanwhile, keep rambling, like the pining fools they've been of late.

ignoring them, you focus on your ruminations instead - yeah, you're certainly not in love with your gojo senpai. it's just that-

"hey, were you crying?" musings broken in half by a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheeks, you peer up at the boy, only to find him frowning, concern clear-as-day behind his goggles.

biting your lower lip to keep it from wobbling, you shake your head 'no' and snuggle into his side, relishing in the warmth he offers, the balmy discomfort of 39°C be damned.

asking you no more questions, gojo simply pulls you even closer into himself; you close your eyes to restrain your tears.

tears of joy.

tears of relief.

tears of something new, something wonderful, you can't name yet, but have a hunch, can soon.

encased in your dear (not beloved, just dear) senpai's comforting touch, your lost train of thought revisits you, waiting to be finished.

a warm smile appears on your lips.

it's just that you'll do anything in this world - without an ounce of reluctance - if it means you always get to see that goofy, careless, adorable, genuine grin on his face, you've grown to cherish so much.

▸ masterlist

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

If you are do fic requests, can you do one with Simon meeting Ice king(ours, not WK)?

Ice King doesn't know how long he's been sitting on the floor, crying his eyes out as one does when sitting on the floor. Honestly, if you're on the floor, and you're not crying your eyes out, then you're not maximizing use of the floor. But so yeah, he's sitting there, and it must've been awhile because Gunter wandered off already, and he's all alone in the room.

Or he should have been. But he hears footsteps. It's not the slappity slap slap of Gunther, which means... Oh! Does he have a guest? Someone came to visit old Ice King? Could it be his princess has come home at last?

He lifts his head, a grin crossing his face. But it's not the lovely visage of Princess Bubblegum or Wildberry Princess or Turtle Princess or any princess. It's not even Finn who was like his third guess... okay fine, fourth! ... Fifth actually... Whatever. It's not him. It's not a princess. It's just some nerd, with his glasses and his tweed suit and his single streak of grey hair.

"What? Did you get lost looking for the geek convention?" Ice King sneers. "Can't you see I'm busy wallowing in despair? Scram! This place is for princesses only!"

The nerd looks at him for a very long time. It's preeeetty weird. And rude! Really, does this guy have no manners? Who barges into people's places and just does whatever he wants, huh? Freaks. Weirdos. Absolute lunatics.

Frowning harder, Ice King readies a freeze spell. He's just about to launch it when the nerd finally makes his move.

"Sorry, Ice King, I didn't mean to disturb your... I didn't mean to interrupt you," the nerd says, squatting down. "I'm not... exactly lost... But I'm stuck here for now, and I hope you don't mind company."

Ice King blinks. Like this, this nerdy guy is at eye level with him. Ice King doesn't have to keep looking up, like a bug waiting to get squashed. He tries to remember if anyone has ever met him where he's at before. It's kinda nice.

"Wait, you wanna stay with me?" Ice King stops. Wait. Jay T Dogzone says that looking needy drives chicks away. That could also apply to random nerds that pop into his house. So Ice King coughs into his fist, looking away. "I mean, I'm like the most popular guy around. I gotta check my schedule to make sure I'm free."

Ice King gets to his feet, pretending to search his sleeves for a notebook. He pulls out a stale sandwhich, with hints of mold around the edges. Eh. Close enough. He flips the sandwhich open, running a finger down a crusty slice of cheese like it's got a list of names.

Out the corner of his eyes, Ice King watches the nerdy guy stand back up. "Okay, you do that. I can make us some lunch. How does chicken soup sound to you?"

Ice King drops his sandwhich as he turns around to face the nerdy guy. "You can make chicken soup??"

The nerdy guy smiles, and okay. Maybe Ice King was a little too judgy. For a nerd, he has a pretty nice smile - it's a nicer expression than he's used to seeing, that's for sure.

"It's my favorite soup. It's a cure all for whenever I need to feel better."

Yeah. That makes sense to Ice King. But... "I don't know... I'm on this diet... I can't go ruining my hot summer bod."

The nerdy guy sighs the way Marcy sometimes sighs whenever she talks to him. But he doesn't look ready to shout or yell at him. No, nerdy guy keeps that soft look on his face. Actually, the look gets a little softer. Man, if Ice King had a look like that, he'd be mobbed by princesses.

"I can put in a lot of veggies. You can stick to your diet. Don't you worry about a thing."

Wow. That's just so nice. Ice King squints at him. There must be catch. "Waaait, I know your game, mister nerdy guy."

To his credit, the nerdy guy has the poker face of a mountain. "I am almost certain that you don't."

But it's too late. Ice King connected the dots. "The suit. The charming smile. The affable conversation. You're a door to door salesman!"

The nerdy guy snorts.

"You can't fool me! I see through your salesman schemes! Well, I'm not buying whatever you're hawking! Go bother someone else!"

The nerdy guy continues to stay put. "Okay, you got me. I'm a door to door salesman."

Ice King gasps. "I knew it!!!"

"You're very clever, Ice King. But you don't have to buy anything from me. Just listen to my sales pitch over a nice bowl of chicken soup. That doesn't sound too bad, right?"

Ice King wrinkles his nose. "You can try. But I have the mind of a fox! You won't get a dime from me!"

Then he shoves past the nerdy guy towards the kitchen. That guy must be really behind his quota because he follows Ice King despite his ruined sales schemes. And to his credit, the guy does make him chicken soup. Ice King didn't even realize that he had all the ingredients. But he does vaguely remembers Marceline stopping by some time ago, and dropping off a bunch of paper bags.

The nerdy guy may be terrible at his job, but he cooks a decent soup. And Ice King patiently waits for his sales pitch but the guy starts talking about random stories - good stories too.

"You're pretty funny for a nerd," Ice King announces. "I like the story where you swallowed a bug on accident! That one's my favorite."

"I figured you would," the nerdy guy replies as he collects their empty bowls.

"Are you leaving? Already?" The Ice King sits up. He was feeling all warm and cozy from all that chicken soup (with lots of veggies as promised). But now, panic seizes him like he hoped a woman would one day - hard and sharp and taking his breath away. "You can't! You haven't sold me anything!"

The nerdy guy shakes his head. "No, no, no. I'm just cleaning up."

"Oh..." Ice King slumps. After that shot of adrenaline, he now feels all sorts of tired.

The nerdy guy comes closer, to loop an arm around Ice King's shoulders. "Hey, if you need to take a nap or something, I won't mind."

Oh, a nice touch. Yes, this is nice. It's kinda like a hug, even if this nerdy guy is taking him somewhere. Is he about get kidnapped? Or locked in the closet? Held for ransom? Well, joke's on him! No one would pay out for Ice King.

He likes the kind-of hug though. He giggles softly to himself. His spine is all tingly and the nerdy guy is just so warm. So he lets himself be taken to wherever this nerd wants - which is apparently the bedroom. Oh. OH!

As if reading his mind, the nerdy guy rolls his eyes. "No, you need rest. When was the last time you slept through the night?"

"Oh, so you're into that, huh?" Ice King waggles his eyebrows. "Hey no shame here! You like what you like! Here, I can set the stage for you!"

Ice King flaps himself over the bed, settling in. He catches the nerdy guy pinch his brow before he firmly closes his eyes.

"How in the world did I survive this long acting like this?" He hears the guy mutter to himself.

Ice King doesn't know what he means but he's patient. He's sure everything will work out. Except then he hears footsteps going out the room. His eyes snap open.

"Hey, wait a minute! I thought we were gonna do some fun stuff! Where you going?" Realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning. He flies out of the bed and tackles the nerdy guy.

They both go crashing to the floor. The nerdy guy shouts as he barely avoids hitting his head.

"You're gonna rob me, aren't you? This was just an elaborate scheme to take all my worldly possessions and also my Guntie!"

"Ice King, get off!"

Ice King grabs hold of the guy's collar, shaking him. "You can't have him! You can do anything you want to me-"

"And I'm sure you's like that-"

"But not to my Guntie!"

"Ice King!" The nerdy guy manages to pry Ice King's hands off him, using his leg as leverage push him away. "How are you so strong when you've got the muscles of an anorexic teenager? Geez!"

"Hey!" Now that's just uncalled for. Ice King pulls himself away to flex his arms. "I'll have you know that I have a rock solid bod. Check out these guns!"

The nerdy guy groans. With Ice King no longer pinning him down, he sits up and cradles his face in his hands. "Honestly, what am I doing? There's no reaching him. It's impossible!"

Tch. Okay. Weirdo. What nonsense is he talking about now? Ice King turns away as clearly, no one is appreciating a masterpiece when they see one. Actually, isn't it about time for another workout? When wast the last time he lifted weights? Two hours ago? Two weeks? He better get on it.

He gets to his home gym and starts searching for his dumbbells. It's like those things grow feet whenever he's not looking. As he searches through his scattered stuff, he sees the nerdy guy walk into the room.

"Oh, you're still here? Man, you got nowhere to go or what? Are you homeless, is that it?"

The nerdy guy is staring at him again, not answering. Ice King wrinkles his nose. Seriously, what is this guy's damage? Hmph. He goes back to rooting through his piles of weights, tangled jump ropes, and other assorted exercise tools. Wait. What was he looking for again?

"Are you happy, Ice King?"

"No," he replies because that's an easy question - easier than figuring out what the hay he was looking for, at least. "Sometimes, I get very sad, and I don't know why."

Then Ice King looks at the nerdy guy and now he gets to staring at him. He's not young - man, check out those wrinkles, and that suit has seen better days. Did he get into a wrestling match wearing that? And he just looks wiped out - look at those arms and legs - skinnier than a chicken bone. Ah. That's it.

"You're homeless, ain't you? You got fired from your job and now you're depressed. I see how it is." Ice King nods. "You came to the right place! I know a thing or two about picking yourself up after a good cry. Just stick with me and you learn something!"

The nerdy guy blinks. "That's almost nice of you."

"I mean, you just look so pathetic. It's kinda hard not to offer."

The nerdy guy snorts. "Thanks, Ice King."

"I know just the thing to help!" He flies out of the room, towards his den.

He finally got the TV working again after Gunther broke the screen. The picture isn't the best, a little less saturated, but that's fine. He doesn't need high definition TV to watch his soaps.

Like before, the nerdy guy has no trouble finding him as he searches through his tapes. He's got quite the collection. He doesn't know how got so much but he sure has a lot. He gestures at the nerdy guy to sit on the couch - it's a couch made of ice but it's good for some binge watching.

Ice King scoops up a bunch of tapes and pops one in the VHS player before settling nice and cozy next to the nerdy guy. It's pretty sweet to have someone warm to cuddle with. Sometimes, Marceline stops by and sits with him for a little while, but she's not very warm at all. That makes his chest hurt for some reason. He thinks Marceline should have all the warmth in the world. Heck, he should introduce this guy to her. They could become good friends and he can stop squatting at his place.

... Maybe later...

Right now, this guy is just letting him snuggle and Ice King will take what he can get. Again, it's like the nerdy guy reads his mind because he shifts a bit so Ice King can fully lean on him. Wow. This is great. This is what - first tier? But that's okay. Every tier is special and good.

Sometime between episodes of Full House, the Golden Girls, and finally Cheers, Ice King nods off. When he wakes up, he's alone on the couch with a blanket tucked around him. The TV is still on but now there's a brick through the screen. Ice King gasps as he sees a shameless Gunther standing next to the scene of his crime. He immediately sits up but before he can say the first word of his lecture, he shivers a little.

That's a little weird. He doesn't get cold. But... He gets the distinct sense that for good couple hours - maybe even half a day - he was warm.

"Wenk."

Ice King shakes his head, lifting himself all the way off his couch. "Gunther! What have I told you about the TV? Stop messing with my stuff!"

"Wenk."

"Enough of your sass! Hey, don't you walk away from me!"

-----

Several decades into the future, Simon sits by a window overlooking the Candy Kingdom. Marceline hovers behind him, one hand reaching out but never quite touching.

"Are you sure you're okay? I've told Bonnie to be more careful with her experiments!"

Simon shrugs. "Oh, don't worry about it, Marcy. I'm okay. It was just a little time displacement."

Marcy only frowns harder. "And where did you go anyways?"

Simon grabs hold of her hanging hand, squeezing her fingers gently. "I got to meet the Ice King, face to face, in all his glory."

Marcy makes a full body wince. "Oh, that's rough. Do we need to schedule an extra session with Minerva?"

Simon chuckles, shaking his head. "No, in fact, I'm feeling a bit better. Ice King was a troublesome guy, but he... He was just a guy. He could be nice in all the ways he could be mean."

Marcy breathes out slowly, squeezing Simon's hand back. "And... And you didn't..."

Simon shakes his head slowly. "No... I thought about it. The whole time I was there. I could yell and scream at him, just really let him have it. But I think... I think I've been angry at him for long enough."

Marcy has no reply to this, simply drags him close for a hug. Simon falls into her embrace, something tender and sweet and just a little hurt settling between his lungs. It's the ache of a sore limb after a long workout, muscle fibers stretching and snapping into something stronger.

[squadxx4392]

Jegulus as angsty song lyrics (from previous list posted)

(If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels)

James : I know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine

Regulus : Think I figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out

(Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya)

James : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied

Regulus : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, but I can't have you, we're bound to break and my hands are tied

(when the party's over by Billie Eilish)

James : Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin', but nothin' ever stops you leavin', quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Regulus : But nothin' is better sometimes, once we've both said our goodbyes, let's just let it go, let me let you go

(Daylight by David Kushner)

James : Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

Regulus : Tellin' myself it's the last time, can you spare any mercy that you might find, if I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try, try to follow your light, but it's night time, please, don't leave me in the end

(Astronomy by Conan Gray)

James : We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything from Saturn to Mars, as much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

Regulus : We're two worlds apart, stop trying to keep us alive, you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died, stop trying to keep us alive, you can't force the stars to align when they've already died

(Bubblegum by Clairo)

James : Sorry I didn't kiss you, but it's obvious I wanted to, bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse, but my luck couldn't get any worse

Regulus : You look so nice in your shirt, it's sad because it just hurts, I'd do anything for you, but would you do that for me, too?

(Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens)

James : The evil it spread like a fever ahead, it was night when you died, my firefly, what could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

Regulus : The hospital asked should the body be cast, before I say goodbye, my star in the sky, such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth, do you find it all right, my dragonfly?, Shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light, well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

(Heather by Conan Gray)

James : I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you

Regulus : But I watch your eyes as she, walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerized while I die

(I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry)

James : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you

Regulus : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, you took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony

(lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid)

James : Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years, ned a place to hide, but I can't find one near, wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Regulus : Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone, tear me to pieces, skin to bone, hello, welcome home

(Train Wreck by James Arthur)

James : Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck

Regulus : Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet, pull me out the train wreck, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

(Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan)

James : But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun, something in the orange tells me we're not done

Regulus : To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am, where the hell am I supposed to go? I poisoned myself again, something in the orange tells me you're never coming home

(Two Birds by Regina Spektor)

James : Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh), one says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired", the sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh), one more or one less, nobody's worried

Regulus : Two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away, and the other watches him close from that wire, he says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

(Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin)

James : Now I'm grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and I know that it's only a wish, and that we're not standing by the water fountain

Regulus : Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and she knows that she shouldn't listen, and that she should be with me by the water fountain

[howlingday]

We Fight Together

Robyn: How is she taking it?

Fiona: We... We fixed up her wounds, but...

AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Joanna: Dammit! If she keeps smashing against the rocks, she'll reopen her wounds at a minimum, and at worst, she blows our cover and dies anyway from her wounds before we're found!

Qrow: Mm... Ruby...

..................................................................................

Ruby: (Smashing against a boulder) ARGH! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! I'M STILL TOO WEAK!

Qrow: Hey there, Squirt...

Ruby: (Stops) U... Uncle Qrow! You were there, weren't you?! You saw! You saw it! Everything's okay, isn't it?! It's all a dream! Please tell me it was all a dream!

Qrow: ...She's dead, Ruby. Yang's dead.

Ruby: No... No! YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE-! (Chokeslammed into a wall) ACK!

Qrow: GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!

Qrow: You just survived the world's deadliest war yet, and you barely survived by the skin of your goddamn teeth! You tried your best, but facing all those powerful enemies shook you to your core, right?!

Qrow: You're drowning in a sea of your own shame and guilt, but you need to stop your damn crying and quit thinking about what you lost! WHAT'S GONE IS GONE, AND YOU CAN NEVER GET IT BACK!

Qrow: SO WHAT DO YOU STILL HAVE?!

Ruby: (Breathing slows, Stops struggling)

Qrow: (Lets go)

Ruby: (Slides into her butt, Looks at hands)

Ruby: (Closes thumb)

Ruby sneaks into the dormroom. Weiss is looking away, studying at her desk. Reaching forward, she readies to pinch Weiss' neck. Aaaaaaaaand...

"Ruby, don't even. I'm studying right now."

Ruby: (Closes second finger)

Ruby looks up to see Blake glaring through binoculars. With a growl, she calls down to everyone. Even through the howling winds and the pouring rain, she can still hear her.

"Grimm, two hundred yards ahead!"

Ruby: (Closes third finger)

"Just you wait and see!"

Ruby watched as Jaune boasted from his perch by the lake. There was a tackle box of lures sitting next to him, rented from the boathouse close by. He jabbed a thumb to himself.

"Back home, I was the fish champion!"

Ruby: (Closes fourth finger)

"Ruby, if you keep pestering me, you won't get as much as everyone else."

Ren warned from his place at the stove. Without looking, he knew she was sneaking sugar into his recipe. She thought it would help the kelp and algae taste. Ren thought otherwise.

"Trust me, Ruby! I used to bandage up Renny all the time when we were kids! I even taught him a few things!"

Nora wrapped the gauze tight around Ruby's hand. Her fingers felt a little cold, but Nora assured that was her blood loss talking. Later, she'd verify with Ren.

Ruby: (Tears brim, Closes fist and a thumb)

"Huh? You wanna learn how to pick pockets? I guess I can teach you a thing or two."

The lessons didn't last long, but Ruby did learn a thing or two about snatching jewelry and wallets. That is, until Weiss and Ren came after her and Nora respectively. Emerald feigned ignorance, of course.

Ruby: (Closes other hands finger)

"Oh! Greetings, Ruby, my friend! Would you like to join me in my routine self-diagnostic?"

Ruby carefully backed away from her best friend. However, no was never an acceptable answer for Penny. So, taken by the hand again, Ruby was forced to think about herself with Penny. It was nice, but always ended with her feeling like she should go see a doctor.

"Do not worry, Ruby, my friend! I'll always be at my most functional for your mission!"

"Good morning, Miss Rose. Did you sleep well? A rested mind is the greatest tool in a Huntresses arsenal."

With a blink, the former headmaster of Beacon returned to his host's mind, leaving the awkward boy alone with the awkward girl. He scratched his head and blushed as she did the same, both embarrassed by the sudden shift.

"Uh, g-good morning, Ruby."

Weiss: Ruby!

Blake: Ruby.

Jaune: Crater Face!

Ren: Ruby.

Nora: Ruby~!

Emerald: Ruby.

Penny: Ruby, my friend~!

Ozpin: Miss Rose.

Oscar: Ruby.

''RUBY''

Ruby: (Opens her fingers, Closes her fingers) M-Muh team...

Ruby: (Openly sobbing, Shaking) I STILL HAVE MY TEAM! WEISS! BLAKE! JAUNE! NORA! REN! PENNY! OSCAR! EMERALD! PROFESSOR OZPIN! THEY'RE MY TEAM!

Ruby: I need to see 'em! I NEED TO SEE 'EM!

[risibledeer]

sorry but this isnt a req but what are your top 5 animes/mangas?

*tucks hair behind my ear* why i thought you'd never ask

!. COFFEE JELLLY SUPREMACY (even tho i hate coffee hahaha) Saiki k ofc, there's a reason he's my pfp loll.

2. Komi can't communicate -i fell in love with anime on this one, like i watched it occasionally before that but KCC is perfection.Also helps that i'm also pretty socially awkward lol. i really wishe we'd get another season so we can see manbagi animated.

3.MHA! This is a very basic starter anime but the chisaki fight is a core memory for me alright? also spoilers but the newest episode ripped my heart out even tho i've read the manga lol. Im a multi shipper for this one, like i really like bkdk but also tddk is cute but izuocha is my first love and we're still going strong and then also tho tsuchako?? and kacchako?? but ig my favourite pairing is kamijirou (i still like shinkami and momojirou tho)

4. i would say spy x family, but it seems wrong putting it in fourth place its just so freaking good. let's just say this is the only anime that i want merch for desperately, i've read the manga way too many times lol. also franky and nightfall should get together. who said that?

5.Blue period-it's just really good tbh, and i related to it a lott, cuz all Yatora does is cry, paint, study and feel insecure lol.

OH wait! KOTARO LIVES ALONE- It's actually awesome GO WATCH IT NOW please

oh gosh, ok wait i just remembered Little witch Academia, i can never choose between diakko and andrakko, love them both. and sucy is me irl lol. this was my baby's first anime btw lol. i lied i want merch for this too.

I loved violet evergarden, course the whole age gap thing is weird imo but i could ignore it, I watch this when I wanna cry lol.

honestly you're asking me to choose between my kids, and im incredibly indecisive T-T but y'know love is infinite there's enuf for everyone, and I don't have a favourite child. saiki

[aikofanfan]

Peace

Summary: Solomon’s cooking sends you back to the past. Again. What could possibly happen?

Pairings: None.

Warnings: None!

A/n: I had a need.

Why do you keep letting him talk you into eating even a small molecule of whatever hellish abomination he claims is food he made???

This is what the third fourth time you’ve been sent back into the past from Solomon’s cooking via a dream? You don’t even know anymore and maybe that’s the more concerning thing. That this is almost the norm.

“Maybe I can talk him into going into a cooking class after I beat the living-” you were grumbling to yourself as you wander around the outside of the Celestial Realm. The amount of times you’ve been sent here was jarring but you knew now where to keep low and wait for yourself to wake up. “When I get my hands on him I outta-!”

“My you sound almost as scary as Lucifer!”

You jump and slowly look over your shoulder and find a woman staring at you with a big smile.

Wait a moment…where have you seen her before?

“I’m Lilith! And who might you be??” She holds her hand out to you and you feel all the color leave from your face. You take her hand and shake but you don’t speak.

Lilith. This was Lilith.

“I um uh.” You don’t know what to say. For once you have no idea what to do.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me your name. You must be new around here though!” Lilith went onto say. Before you could even think of an excuse, she grabs your hand again and drags you along with her.

She began to show you around the Celestial Realm, even in places Simeon or Luke couldn’t take you back in the present. She was everything the brothers told you and more. You even understood why Lucifer and the others stood up and fought for her, and why it was so crushing to lose her. Why Belphie and Beel still have a hard time not blaming themselves for what happened.

“I saved the best spot for last!” Lilith guides you over to opening with some tree around it and gestures with her hands. “The best place in all the realms to watch the sun set!”

“Wow…” you gasp. You feel like you could almost see glimpses of the Devildom and Human world from here as the sun coats the land in a soft golden glow.

“I don’t show this spot to many you know. In fact you’re the only other one outside of Beel and Belphie that know about it.” Lilith says and sits on the ground, gesturing you to sit beside her. You do and you couldn’t help but think in that moment. Maybe you could change the events that are yet to come but…

“It’s okay. I know who you are. I have for awhile now.” Lilith spoke again and you turn your head to her. “I see a bit of myself in you. The sparkle in your eyes when we talk about my brothers.”

She turned to you and smiled.

“Lilith there’s so much I want to say.” You began but she held up her hand and stops you from continuing.

“One question.” She says. “Are they happy?”

You nod.

“Good. Then that’s enough for me. Knowing someone like you is at their said gives me more peace of mind, more than any words could describe.” She says. Her wings unfold and one wraps around you like a blanket. “You should be waking up soon.”

You feel your eyes become heavy. Her wing pulls you closer so your head is on her shoulder and you hear her whisper:

“Thank you for watching over them.”

~~~~~

“Hey they’re waking up!” You hear Thirteen say. She pulls you up into a sitting position, her arm on your back to keep you up right. “You okay?!”

“Yeah yeah I’m good. What happened? Ow man my head…” you groan.

“Blame the dipshit hanging up by his ankle.” The reaper says and points up. You look up and find Solomon swinging gently side to side by his ankle on the ceiling fan.

“Good to see you awake.” He says, waving his hand. Thirteen helps you up and all seven of the brothers swarm around you while also cursing Solomon. Either by words alone or not you don’t dare to ask.

“Hey why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare while you were out?” Belphie asks, wiping some tears off your face.

“Ah, no. I got sent back to the past again by a dream.” You sigh.

“Solomon you dumbass!” Mammon hissed but you get him to back down.

“I didn’t run into any of you but rather….Lilith.” You said slowly and everyone froze.

“Lilith?” Simeon makes his presence known as he walks over.

“As in our sister. That Lilith?” Belphie urged. You nod and tell them what happened.

“She knew and she just…accepted what was to come.” Asmo sighed with a deep frown.

“I was ready. I was ready to try and change the outcome but she didn’t want that. She even thanked me for being beside you guys.” You explained. “Being around her made me understand you all even better.”

“We’ll always miss Lilith that won’t ever change but we’re glad we have you now.” Belphie says, hugging you. “Sounds like she liked you too.”

“Yeah she showed me all over the Celestial realm and told me some stories about you guys too.” You smiled. “Like how Lucifer sneezed during an important meeting-”

“She told you what?” Lucifer interrupted and tired to stop you from saying anymore but Belphie kept blocking him.

You all go back and forth, the mood lighting up again.

“So…can someone let me down now?” Solomon asks but no one seemed to have heard him.

[goodlittlefangirl]

„We‘re gonna have to get you a personalized collar, now that you’re staying with me, don‘t you think my pet?“

I squeeze my hand around your throat and you’re already struggling for air. “What do you think about ‘Mommy’s pet’? I like that. It perfectly describes what you are. Or maybe we should go a little shorter… How about just ‘Mommy’s’? Do you like that pet?”

You let out as good a moan as you can with me squeezing your throat.

“Well then pet. It’s decided” I make a note to myself to order it later along with some more toys to try out on you.

You squirm in my lap and whimper. I take my hand from your throat, “Mommy, please”

“Shhh, my pet, I’m here, don’t worry.” I say letting my hand wander back down your body. My hand stops at your tits, fondling them for a bit and pinching your nipples.

“Open you mouth and stick your tongue out pet“ I command and you immediately open up, drool already starting to slowly run down your tongue.

Leaving your tits alone for now I decide to give your clit some more attention. I take the vibrator away and instead start rubbing your clit.

„Mo- Mommy, please, fuc-, fuck me Mommy, I need to cum Mommy“ you whine.

„Silly, stupid pet, good pets don‘t cum“ You whimper some more as I slap at your clit.

You moan at the feeling, tears building in your eyes at the mixture of feelings, unsure which one to focus on. I slap your clit some more and you start crying, your tears mixing with your drool to drip onto your boobs. It looks so good and so pathetic my little pet. And isn‘t that exactly what you are?

I pick up the vibrator again, shove my fingers into your pussy, start sucking some more hickeys into your throat, and turn the vibe up. You are just a mess of tears, drool, whimpers and moans at this point.

“M- Mo- Momm-“ you try but can’t get it out fully.

“Oh my cute little pet, how fucked do you have to be that you can’t even say Mommy anymore?” I speed up my three fingers thrusting in and out of your hole and you whimper some more.

Placing the vibrator on your clit I can feel as you quickly build up to an orgasm but are broken off when I take it away just when you’re about to fall over the edge. I stop the movement of my other hand as well and you can just feel the stretch of your hole around me as I push a fourth finger into your sopping cunt. I don’t stop sucking a hickey into your neck though. After all, you do still need to be marked up along with the collar. When I feel you’ve come down from the edge far enough I start thrusting the now 4 fingers in your pussy again. I love the way it’s squeezing down on my fingers when I put the vibrator back onto your clit.

You’re so tight when I have 4 fingers in you. Soon you’ll be able to take my whole hand pet. Won’t that be fun pet? You’ll love it I’m sure.

I curl my fingers inside you, so I can reach your g-spot, you mewl at the sensation, unable to really form words at this point.

You quickly climb the edge again, but I’m not gonna let you cum, so I take the vibrator away and stop the movement of my fingers.

You throw your head back onto my shoulder and whine.

“Oh my little slut, you really wanna cum don’t you? Well you don’t get to cum. You wanna know why? Good toy’s edge but don’t cum” I whisper into your ear and you let out another whimper. Your pussy squeezing down on my fingers.

I put the vibrator away and slap your cunt. Your head presses further into my shoulder and tears leak from your eyes, but I don’t care. Instead I slap your clit again. You try moving away but I’m still holding you in place.

Maybe I should make you cockwarm my strap. Make you sit on it the entire time we watch TV. Obviously you would only be allowed to sit on it, no grinding, no bouncing just don’t move toy. What should we watch hmm?

I can also order us some more toys while we’re at it. As well as your collar.

I slap your clit again, harder than the first 2 times. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, more tears streaking down your cheeks, mixing with your drool.

I kiss your neck one more time before letting you go from the position I’ve been holding you in. Gently placing you onto the couch I move onto the floor and start eating away at your pussy.

You taste so good whore, it’s kind of ridiculous actually. I keep lapping away at you and circling your clit.

You moan as you climb back up to the edge. I lick around the rim of your hole before thrusting my tongue into you, making you moan and bringing you right up to the edge.

I pull back letting you come back down and get up to retrieve the strap that I had discarded after fucking you in THE chair.

I put it back on and lay on the couch, turning the TV back on. Pulling you onto me, I sink you down on the strap, “Your taking my dick so well babygirl”, I rest your head on my chest turning it so you can watch TV with me. You cuddle into me and make yourself comfortable while still cockwarming me.

I grab my phone from the floor and place some orders…

Fuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I’m a good edging slut… even if you are being mean, mommy

[zabrakghoul]

childhood memories

first swtor fic that i've actually finished wow! enjoy :)

Auicia's armour feels heavier on her shoulders as she takes another shot of tihaar. She's not even listening to Gault talk about… something or other, she didn't care. Not right now. Her eyes dart over to where they've been looking this whole time.

Light red skin with tattoos that look like rivers. Short black hair. Small blue eyes that shine like the water back home.

Saasri Kallig.

Or, Master Lynnoris Sulcor, as she called herself now. I'm being stupid. She probably doesn't even remember me.

"Can you read me a story, Aui? The one about the big grophet and his friends?"

"Sure, Rii. Promise you'll sleep after?"

"I promise!"

She'd hugged Auicia, after that, and asked to be picked up. She was about three, then; two weeks before her fourth birthday. Auicia shook her head at the memory. Saasri- Lynnoris, had always been so sweet and affectionate. Always wanting to be near her and Iofio, no matter what they were doing, no matter how boring. Even if it was just looking for scrap to sell, or collecting rocks along the coast of Raider's Cove, she wanted to be near her big sisters.

"Commander."

She snapped her head up. It's her. Her baby sister--no, she's not a baby anymore, stop thinking about that--in front of her.

"Yeah?"

"You were looking at me. I was unsure if you needed something."

Auicia hadn't realised she was staring. Hell, this was going to be awkward.

"Nope. Just looking around."

Gault gave her that look, that stupid look, one that screams that it was obvious she was staring.

"I'll leave you two be," he says, getting up, "I'll be off to go see my favourite woman." He said it loud enough so that Hylo could hear him from the other side of the bar; she hadn't even noticed Hylo came. The Mirialan rolls her eyes, dragging him off to stars-know-where. She wants to beg Gault to stay. He can't leave her alone like this, with her, in this situation. As much as she jokes and teases, the scoundrel had become something of a brother to Auicia. An uncle, maybe. She doesn't want to think about that right now, though. She doesn't want to think about any of her relationships.

"Well, if you need anything, you know where I am, Commander."

Saasri, Lynnoris, whatever she's called now, it hurts too much to think of, walks off with a short bow, as Auicia waves. She gets up and she walks--jogs--to her quarters. She can't deal with anyone right now. She doesn't want to deal with anyone right now.

A tug on her shirt.

"Aui, why are you crying?"

"Oh, it's… It's nothing, Rii. Why don't you go play with your sister?"

"Because you always hug me when I'm crying, and I wanna hug you now."

She'd been trying to pay off her father's debts to the Nova Blades, posthumously as it was. She didn't realise she was crying, she just knew Saasri was worried, and… she picked up the smaller girl, some of her tears falling on to the smaller Zabrak's head.

"Thank you, Rii."

The little girl nodded, nuzzling Auicia's shoulder in the process.

The weight lifted off her shoulders a bit.

She takes her armour off somewhat hastily, the weight too heavy for her at this point. The alcohol, these memories, all her feelings--far too much to handle for one woman, even one as strong as her. She wants to just get on the Mantis and go somewhere, maybe get a few drinks with Essarae and Risha, but no. She can't be seen like this, sweating and halfway drunk, on the walk to her ship. The Commander of the Alliance, seen like this…

"Commander, I have the-"

That voice. That deep voice.

"…It can wait."

"No." She says it a bit too loudly, a bit too quickly. It's Aereo Vral, her best operative, head of the Alliance's intelligence operations. And she's crying in front of him--she hadn't even realised she was crying until now, watching his eyes dart across her face like that--"Don't pity me, I don't need it", she wants to say so badly.

She feels an arm wrap around her, a strong arm, a familiar one.

"It's alright."

It's not. It's not alright. This is pathetic.

"I miss her."

"I know, I know," he says, kneeling down to sit on the floor in front of her chair, "you're alright."

Somehow, she gets the feeling he does actually know, even if he shouldn't, but- she doesn't care.

Maybe things will be alright.

[landinrris]

do you know of any fics that explore their age gap? i always forget that they really are like 5 years apart, i feel like that dynamic is kinda interesting

Hey! I sometimes forget as well, and then it's like "oh yeah, okay cool 😭" I've gone through my bookmarks (which is by no means an exhaustive list) to try and pull some things together that touch on their age difference. Some of these are definitely more "in the spirit of" and touching on the gap in their experiences rather than "they are 5 years apart" The list got a bit long, so it's under the "read more." Feel free to add anything for the ones I inevitably missed or let me know if you'd like me to take your tag/work off the list!

"Canon"-based

⁘ and everything that i do is out of lovin' you by raikkonen (Rating: E)

Racing will always be his first love, but Lando is his second, and he doesn't want to imagine a life where he can't have both.

⁘ Free Practice- Romance Edition by f1princess (@f1princess) (Rating: E)

Lando drives cars at 300kph for a living. He got a hotly contested seat in the pinnacle of motorsport at the young age of nineteen. Experts call him the next British prodigy. Yes, Lando might be in his fourth season of Formula One but he still doesn’t know how kissing works, let alone other forms of intimacy. Cue Carlos, Lando’s best friend and former teammate who agrees to give him free practice sessions when it comes to romance. or: Lando and Carlos are friends with benefits but the benefit is experience and of course they are secretly in love with each other.

⁘ i don't ever wanna leave when you cry by peargasly (@peargcsly) (Rating: T)

the heady apprehension creeps through him like molasses – the sudden knowledge that something is wrong. lando half expects carlos to brush by him without a word and he starts reaching out before the prickling anxiety tells him to let this one go. but carlos’s eyes catch him in their snare and he’s always been hopeless under his stare. carlos’s name is on the tip of his tongue, but carlos is speaking before he can take a breath to say it. “think a little next time, i know you do not like to, but it could be us both if you do that again,” carlos says, voice low and biting. (or carlando post-brazil angst that is solved by the power of friendship and the looming presence of pierre gasly)

⁘ In the Wet by plastics (@shinyfakehard) (Rating: E; very E. pwp E)

How did you learn to get so good in the wet? ... These conditions are where the greats are recognized. - Carlos Sainz Jr. in Beyond the Grid, on how he won every British Formula 3 race in the rain.

⁘ like two ships that passed in the night - our story that gets told in many many years by palalabu (@palalabu) (Rating: T)

The long and intricate history of Lando and Carlos.

⁘ The life we built by formulacherry (@formulacherry) (Rating: T)

Lando is one race away from potentially being World Drivers Champion, Carlos and their kids go along to support him.

⁘ Until you came to me by phebes (@phebess) (Rating: NR)

Carlos Sainz, with the hair, the famous dad, the face - Carlos Sainz is going to be his teammate. In Formula 1. And Lando is supposed to just meet him in a marketing room at the MTC on a Tuesday like it's not something he's maybe thought about for 7 years. Lando really thinks he might shit himself. // Or: A fic based on these tweets from Lando in 2012. Title inspired by the song We Belong by Katie Herzig.

⁘ Yours by phebes (@phebess)(Rating: E)

Carlos watches Lando grow up. Carlos watches Lando explore. Carlos is not jealous.

⁘ You Crawled Inside My Head and Set a Fire by kolyarostov (Rating: M)

Falling in love with Carlos wasn’t an all-of-a-sudden thing, but it happens quicker than Lando would like to admit. One day while they’re eating lunch at the MTC during an off-week, just the two of them between meetings in mid-March, Lando looks up at Carlos laughing across from him, and just thinks: “Fuck." Or: This is how Lando and Carlos fall in love

Alternate Universes

⁘ best intentions by madlyiephasetwo (Rating: E)

And then Carlos asked, the tone of his voice one somewhere between amusement and curiosity, “And what about love?” *** Lando Norris does not wish to marry.

⁘ Dancing You Into a Lonely Night by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

The noise of someone yelling is probably just some stupid first-year who got locked out by a roommate who has headphones on. What greets Carlos instead is a boy about halfway down the hallway with a head full of unruly curls looking like he’s ready to go out. But he’s not out— he’s hammering and kicking at a door in a residence hall at 9:30 at night. A boy kicking and yelling— “Danny! You piece of shit, answer the door!” Or: Carlos has his night interrupted by a tetchy first-year, but maybe it's not all bad in the end

⁘ Every Minute Boy, Steady Rhythm Joy by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

It should be embarrassing that Carlos’ touch makes him shiver after being apart for less than twenty-four hours, even when the touch is above his hoodie. But Carlos sliding his hand around Lando’s waist and below his backpack does just that. Maybe it’s the subtle and blatant possessiveness of Carlos kissing his temple when he pulls Lando close, plain to see in front of Daniel. The press of Carlos’ lips still makes Lando’s knees weak. Before Carlos is able to tug Lando fully out of the room, Daniel calls back for them. Both of their heads turn, but Daniel’s look is inscrutable. He hums to himself and shakes his head. “Fucking of course.” It’s said mostly to himself, but Lando can’t help but grin to himself because Daniel’s right, in a way. The irony isn’t lost on Lando about who he’s ended up with. Or: Looks into Lando and Carlos' life after they decide to give their not-casual-one-night-stand thing a proper go

⁘ fall and fixture by heroics (@restacks) (Rating: E)

Lando’s already had a very poor time of it this morning. First there was no real milk in the break room refrigerator, so he had to put almond milk in his tea, disgusting. Then he caused a panic in the explosives lab by knocking over someone’s project. Now he’s faced with Carlos Sainz Jr., Foreign Operative #055.

⁘ God knows you're lonely souls by fox_this_lap (@redshoulderedblackbirds) (Rating: M)

Lando is an engineering student in Paris, celebrating graduation before he starts his career in motorsport, but there's more to the evening in the bar than he could ever had expected. Like the Universe meant for him to be there...

⁘ If the Love is Pure by loveleclerc (@holacarlando) (Rating: E; a/b/o)

After being attacked in the middle of the night by an unknown Alpha, Lando flees to Spain for protection from the Sainz Pack while his fathers search for a way to keep him safe in England. He never asked to be a male Omega, a designation rare beyond belief and sought after by Alphas around the world, but fleeing into the care of Carlos Sainz Jr. may just be the solution to all of his fears... and dreams.

⁘ i'll race you for pinks by cazio (@chubbydino) (Rating: M)

Heist!AU. Carlos Sainz Jr. is heading a heist operation based out of New York, following his father's footsteps as a criminal mastermind. Max Verstappen, the most feared mercenary in the business, is his second in command. Daniel Ricciardo is the deadly charmer that gets them whatever they need, from whoever they need it from. Lando Norris is the mystery. Carlos has never met him in person, but he knows Lando will be perfect for the job. But Lando is not exactly what Carlos envisioned a computer nerd to be. In fact, he is very, very hot.

⁘ Love is the Heritage (And Cousin to Death) by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

Carlos stays quiet, trailing Lando through the ornate halls that are simultaneously cold yet warm with their rugs and furniture. He watches the way Lando walks, the way the younger boy lets his shoulders fall the farther they get from the watchful eyes of his family. It looks like he’s shedding a coat, a mask specifically put into place for his family’s sake. The change is fascinating— there’s a story there that would explain all of Lando’s intricacies, and Carlos finds that he wants to know every single detail. The family had appeared to be perfectly amenable, so why is the change in Lando’s demeanour so painfully obvious? Or: Carlos travels to England to apprentice under Lando’s father for the summer and admittedly ends up falling in love along the way

⁘ ¡Revolución! by hibivrooms (@interlagosed) (Rating: E)

19-year-old Lando Norris, originally from the Kingdom of Anglosax, decides to pursue his undergraduate degree at the State University of Hiberia. There, he strikes up a relationship with a 25-year old Hiberian man, Carlos Sainz. Carlos is beautiful, kind, and deeply passionate about the Hiberian people and their struggles. Though Lando knows very little about he wants out of life, he knows one thing: he desperately wants Carlos. But against the backdrop of an increasingly tumultuous political situation in Hiberia, will Lando be brave enough to open his heart to all of Carlos?

⁘ the shadow of radiance by hibivrooms (@interlagosed) (Rating: E)

No one expected Galla, protector state of the Holy Principality of Seuloger, to turn heretic in such a violent way. After several years of Galla-stoked hostilities short of war, Anglosax and Hiberia set aside their differences in favor of a grand alliance to return Il Predestinato, Charles of House Leclerc, back to his rightful and Goddess-ordained throne. Years later, as a gesture of goodwill, Hiberia sends several of its squires to Fort Silverstone, where Anglosax's finest pages and squires learn to become fierce knights. Squire Lando of Norris, loyal to Anglosax beyond words, must contend with his own distrust of the leader of this Hiberian contingent - Prince Carlos the Younger of Sainz, a newly minted and already-decorated Knight of Hiberia. Prince Carlos is immensely talented, kind, suspiciously handsome, and seemingly dedicated to this alliance. But Lando isn't buying any of it - for the sake of Anglosax. Allegedly.

⁘ Señor Sainz by phebes (@phebess) (Rating: E)

Lando wants to die. Crawl in a hole, and die. His tombstone can read 'Here lies Lando, he did not speak Spanish.' Carlos repeats himself, looking at Lando with faint amusement in his eyes. Lando can feel his cheeks flush as his simply stares back, absolutely no clue what's being asked of him. // Or: University AU where Lando doesn't speak Spanish but ends up in an advanced class, and Carlos is a young professor determined to teach Lando Spanish.

⁘ What if we said goodbye to safe and sound? by tiredtiredsharl (@wolfiemcwolferson) (Rating: E)

Lando realizes as Carlos is telling them all about this job in London that maybe the feelings he's been carrying around aren't so straight or bro-pal-lad as he thought they were. It's really unfortunate that Carlos is set to move 5,478 miles away from him in just a few weeks. Told over a year and set directly after the end of our Piarles/Maxiel stories, we see Lando come to terms with his own feelings about Carlos, make a lot of mistakes along the way, attempt to get through the last year of his program with Alex, and realize that sometimes being the smartest person in the room isn't as valuable as he's always thought it would be.

[hcark]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙 .

High is the grand sky's blazing eye, bringing light unto everything that toils below. Beautiful and picturesque it may be — he fucking hated it. Not a single cloud dotted the stretch of blue, so he's left sweating from both nature and so called nurture. Those that eagerly occupy the surrounding stands are all a bunch of twits. People and shades of all sorts, from all regions, have come here ( of all places ) to watch some glorified combat shit? Count him the fuck out.

No, seriously, count him out.

Please, he's nearly begging to slink out of public view and back into the shadows. There's a reason why he lurks in the gloomy nook of the Wildwoods, and it wasn't solely to avoid UV damage.

"Well, well, well." A brusque voice drawls, efficiently snapping Jebidiah back to the unfortunate situation at hand. "Never thought I'd ever get the chance to give your royal arseness a piece of my mind."

Recognition immediately sets in once his eyes slide back into focus. "Norbert, you singlehandedly bust the fuck outta the suggestion box before your stay's even up. Every single fuckin' time. Honestly thought you'd run outta shit to say, but nah— you got a landfill of horseshit to spew, don't'cha? Gonna flood the sewage and waste folk outta space if you keep at it."

A vein bulges from the middle of that awful sevenhead before Jebidiah's even finished. "The hell you know about business?" The man accuses, none too softly as a meaty finger's jabbed across the field. "Place's falling apart and the service's always fucking diabolical—"

"Then why do I keep seein' your sorry ass there, huh? Fuckin' get gone, you craggy sack of shi—" The man's flying towards him in a fit of rage. To which he doesn't find blame for. Not his fault the dimwit's got such a fragile ego, but none of that matters. What matters is the quickest way for him to get out of this stupid shit.

Which would've been a whole lot easier if this pissant wasn't intent on bashing his fucking skull in.

He's not sure where all the bits of metal come from. Seriously, the guy was exclusively wearing a tunic and trousers. No cool jacket with a million pockets or bag of holding-too-damn-much-shit. Norbert simply transforms into a metal plated goliath in a blink of an eye. Which means the direct blow to his ribs really fucking hurts.

The wind's knocked from him clean as he's sent sailing backwards. Whatever war cry the shitheel bellows hardly trumps the ringing that consumes his ears. By the time his body skids, the whole damn ground's shaking. Giant metalclad feet thunder in a frenzy to close the distance. And as much as he'd like to just lay here and tap out at ten seconds.. Something's telling him pissbaby Norbert won't fucking let him. So he tries his damndest to suck in whatever air he can. Somehow amp up the will to survive just as a patchwork foot shadows over him and stomps.

A roar of applause takes air as the metallic transformer opponent tramples the same spot twice more. Each time more victorious than the last. The fourth attempt was soaring back down with the foot's suddenly halted mere inches from the indented floor. Shocked and confused, Norbert tries to push down with all his might until a gasp interjects. Whatever was halting the stomp pushes back — shoves with enough force to offset the metal colossus' balance completely. Backwards the giant falls, crashing to the ground hard enough that tremors rattle the nearest seats.

"Why's it.. when I wanna be left the fuck alone— it's dipshits like you that fuckin' interfere?" A voice, one much deafening and guttural, shouts from earthen cavity. Two claw tipped hands grip the edge. Then three. Then four. Out Jebidiah emerges, transformed due to sheer self-preservation. Two ghastly horns, four wiry arms, and a pair of molten orange wings unfurl as he stands half slouched. Chest heaving out of exertion and growing rage.

"Just leave me the bloody fuck alone—" His body torpedoes forward in an instant. Doesn't matter if Norbert's almost on two feet again. Jebidiah latches onto the head, hellbent on tearing the metal plates apart. And he does. Even as hands grab at him, he makes enough leeway to see that chucklefuck's terrified face. There's no last word. No villainous monologue before an inferno shoots forth from his maw.

The shriek that ensues melds with the crumble of metal. They drop among the debris. One still lit aflame and the other cocooned in wings. Both continue move upon landing. Norbert squirms to extinguish the fire, and Jebidiah merely stands to watch. "Put yourself out n' stay down if you know what's good for you."

And to that fucker's credit, he fucking listened.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

FHE JUSTIN BIEBER GIF CRYINNGGGGGG LAMAOAOAOAOAO im assuming its the sae oaeu cooking rn

LMAOSOA YOUR POST trust I take all of your ramblings as rewards your brain is fr so big all of these fire ideas >>>>> ok but the pokemon au is so good…extraordinary….exquisite….remarkable (if you’ve watched as much pokemon as i have you’ll probably get this but if not just take it at face value) the Barou sibling angst is actually my fav

LMAOO YOUR MOM AND HER BROTHER THATS SO ACCURATE

ISAGIS HAIR I feel bad for his hair and his hair alone they always weirdly slick it back or comb it up and he looks like a middle aged man

IM CRYING “I cry but because I have to deal with his shit” LMFAOOO yuki fr tweaking atp or repeatedly saying his mantra in his head trying to keep his sanity like “god never gives us more than we can handle god never gives up more than we can handle god never-“

LMAAOA NO IT MAKES SENSE my brain just grouped up the letters that way that I had to double take ok so we’ve had kaneshiro possesses Mira moment and we get canon characterization of kiyora it’s time to freaky Friday reverse you should take over kaneshiro and write bllk i fr wish Karasu actually scored more literally my exact thoughts like “ARE YOU A STRIKER???” Channeling my inner ego…..but agreed glad he still at least has SOME presence and is consistently shown active in game

Bro kurona was so random…like with epinagi and s2 you can see them sneakily trying to add him in the bg cameoing to make him feel relevant but he fr was dropped out of nowhere like wdym the one who ranked fourth in second selection who we’ve never even seen a glimpse of and didn’t do anything in u20 is suddenly good friends with Isagi and others and gets field time HUH his first appearance is quite literally in BM when he’s holding the iPad showing Isagi Kunigami new stats (yk it’s bad when I rmr this info off the top of my head) something about the wording “using religion and blindness” has me laughing so hard LMAOOOO it’s giving that one meme “I’ve got the power of god and anime on my side” except it’s god and optic neuropathy UAHSHSHA ok but on a serious note that fr would go so hard like let’s expand on his character please….id honestly love to see more of him as he was shown in the LN because nel yuki is SO diff than what he actually seems to be based off the LN but anyways…

Kunigami being the main rival makes sm sense tbh when I first read I thought he WAS going to be the main rival but no it’s Kaiser ig….wait the morally greyness of wildcard being discussed would fr be so interesting…..guys….also ness is one of my least fav characters tbh so slander him all you want LMAOO gotta agree w some dudebros he’s fr a Kaiser glazer you’re fr cooking though….we gotta get you in touch with kaneshiro asap

LMAO REAL I also (clearly) enjoy bllk quite a bit but yes many things to be improved…sometimes I think to myself if only I was an Isagi Rin or Kaiser stan I’d be having the time of my life but alas we cannot be MEDIOCRE

Wait the terminally ill route fits his character fr….where he’d be unwilling to tell his family about it because he wants to strive to be the best despite it and won’t settle for a comfy life…I can also see him getting murdered though LOL either way I’m sure it’ll be good (even though he’s dying oops)

Yeah I lowk forgot people who have such audacity exist the Tullia hate kinda insane and just generally when people comment “he’s mine [chafacter] better get away from my man” ICK imagine in the tags you just put every reader pairing possible as a jic disclaimer like “reader and Tullia talk to men so beware!”

I always found the rival characters so funny like why are you jumping me when I’m trying to get to the next city no I don’t wanna battle you rn LMAOO it’s funny in how like every version you end up teaming up and double battling the villain team somehow but the way they come and go was always so funny to me

When you first said may I thought you meant May from pokemon but now I realize…anyways love Tullia sooo glad to have her alive!!

LMAOOOO Lowk I had a subconscious thought like galvanthla interesting choice (i personally collected joltiks bc they looked cute LMFAO) Isagi the most basic of basics so an all basic team is perfect for him LOL I mean hey you gotta have an op basic pokemon somewhere right I already consider infernape relatively more niche amongst most popular pokemon too LOL

Otoya using his pokemon as chick magnets is so real LMAOO I wanna analyze the breloom yuki vibe like why does it work so well

Nagi fr got the short end of the stick omg LMAOO ofc it had to be a fire type too for once thank you reo for spoiling him HSHSH

SHSHSBD THATS TOO CUTE I bet chigiri would take sm time grooming and caring for his rapidash too (in line with what we talked about for his hair and skin LOL) sometimes I forget you make money from battling LMAOOO like yeah I just beat your pokemon up now hand me my check

REAL BUT LMAOOO the light blue team never fails for him honestly when in doubt just match the hair color I can definitely see him genuinely having an aurorus and ice types though maybe he’s like (I like them calm and cold unlike my parents) hiori running a fossil pokemon conservation wait id never thought of that that’s also so real….atp this should just be an expanded universe that exists time to world build (on that note imagine Aryu grooms and styles pokemon for coordinators and especially furfrou, I forgot exact which gen you were into pkmn until oops I’ll elaborate if you didn’t get to kalos/xyz)

LMAOOOOO i was already linking up aiku and Brock the moment you brought him in lowk that interaction set up you have is so pkmn verse coded its great

I SECOND THAT if no other inspo comes out lowk pokemon au….guys…..also Noel noa being the actual champion while reos dad just holds the title is actually such an interesting dynamic and would work so well

SHSHS sounds like you’ve got it all down still praying for your safety though all those experiences in one lifetime is crazy

HAHAHA I LOVE THE CHATTER reading the convo responses brings me just as much joy as reading ur actual fics im always down for yap sessions

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO that’s just me irl tbh like i hope that’s what you picture when you think of me 🤩 surprisingly it wasn’t in reference to the oaeu!! someone had just posted that they wished there were more otoya fics because they’ve read all of them already and i was like “just working…working hard to please you” because i am an occasional otoya writer for sure

OMG MR REMARKABLE (i forget if he had an actual name KFNSJSN my brother and i always just called him mr remarkable he’s like that elderly man who has a tv show or smth right??) and HAHA tyyyy 🥹

maybe they do it like that to distinguish him from rin or smth?? idk but it’s specifically only isagi who gets the horrendous hairdos they don’t give ANYONE else that treatment 😭 i fr feel bad for the guy even though idgaf abt him…

bllk karasu’s like “can we switch places” because a universe where otoya’s not as much of a dumbass AND he has the chance to rizz up reader is the universe for him (he def is so pressed that hollyhock karasu never made any moves LMAOOO “wdym you lost her to OTOYA” and hollyhock karasu is like “i never wanted her in the first place 🤔” so bllk karasu is like “WHAT”)

HAHAHA possessed by kaneshiro fr i felt his energy flowing through me in that moment 😭 someone needs to get me on the phone with him like idk much about soccer BUT i can definitely cook in terms of characters and plot!!

I REMEMBER WHEN KURONA FIRST SHOWED UP I HAD TO REREAD THE CHAPTER BECAUSE I THOUGHT I JUST MISSED HIS INTRODUCTION 😭 agreed there’s such a discrepancy between ln/third selection/u20 yukimiya and nel yukimiya!! especially with that rlly cool panel of him in the u20 game where they’re like “his style of soccer is street soccer 😰⁉️” and he looks gorgeous af i was looking forward to more elaboration on that!! like really showing how he plays differently compared to the other players (maybe giving him some special weapon because of that kinda like metavision) it also could’ve been a really cool point of connection between him and kaiser given that both of them kind of learned how to play soccer in unconventional ways…but alas…here we are

NO BECAUSE KUNIGAMI VS ISAGI RIVALRY COULD’VE BEEN SO GOOD it would’ve built up the hype for kuni sm more and him feel much more relevant imo!! honestly along with wanting to know what wc is all about i’ve always wanted to know noel noa’s reaction to it…like his biggest rival from the past has destroyed this child’s body and life and future in order to make a copy of him THAT’S LEGIT INSANE??? kaneshiro could’ve given us such a scrumptious kuni and noa dynamic and then he just didn’t 😭

honestly i think one of the main problems w bllk is that kaneshiro is spreading the cast too thin and making people care about too many characters but it’s impossible to effectively manage such a huge cast given the premise of the story and still have emotional impact when stuff happens to them and that also means that characters aside from the protagonist aren’t given a ton of fleshing out (this is relatively common in shounen sadly…jjk had a similar issue but almost to the next level) where by focusing on lesser characters and just giving them insane depth the story would’ve felt much stronger ☝🏻 like realistically there’s 0 reason for kurona to exist in nel when reo (as per our earlier convos) or yukimiya could’ve easily taken that role and had their characters developed much more!! kiyora could also have been replaced with yukimiya (as much as i love him) and tbh?? get sendou out of ubers and focus more on aryu (how’d he go from number 2 in scoring goals to a defensive player?? flesh him out more instead of sendou literally nobody cares abt him…hot take but only memorable u20 players were aiku sae and shidou the rest did not need to be there), get rid of tokimitsu entirely (show how his nervous personality doesn’t jive with egoism) and give zantetsu + karasu more opportunities to shine in pxg (honestly if they wanted to keep the cutthroat feel of second selection then get rid of nanase too and show how kindness doesn’t cut it in bllk where you need to be insane; that way the cast is still large but these characters aren’t fighting for a main spot they’re more naruhaya-esque) 😰 and another hot take but they should’ve saved all of the other ng11s besides sae until the world cup arc (so no kaiser and lorenzo in nel) to really build the hype and stakes of the wc because rn it’s like…ok the bllkers have already managed to beat lorenzo and the whole kaisagi rivalry is going on so the ng11s don’t feel as threatening?? whereas they could’ve been a really cool obstacle in the wc and would’ve provided a baddie of the week feel and higher stakes without it being boring or random since they’ve been so foreshadowed already with sae

i agree i rlly like the terminally ill aspect it also explains why his pokémon are willing to go along with his possessed body (they’re not able to accept that he’s gone) as well as why isagi knows so much without him being a villain…it’s also just sad to think about like he didn’t want his family to worry about him but he wanted to accomplish his goals so he just pushed forward until he literally couldn’t anymore 😭 also now i’m realizing lowkey kunigami would fit better in barou’s role (given the whole canonical wildcard thing being similar to the possession) however idc because i like barou more

yeahhh unfortunately fandom people can be a little weird to say the least and especially now that i have a decent amt of followers i know there are going to be interesting individuals in my comments so it’s not even worth it to not tag…okay but hear me out i wasn’t even thinking about this when i assigned teams (nagi got his team based on cuddly fluffy vibes and barou got his team as all dark types because of his “villain king” thing and reader was forced to have one of the same pokémon as him for the sibling theme…of barou’s team i liked houndoom the most so that’s what reader got) BUT the parallels between nagi’s starter being arcanine and reader’s being houndoom kinda go crazy?? like they both have huge fiery dogs but as per the pokédex arcanine symbolizes loyalty justice protection etc and houndoom is like death hell horror and whatnot 😭 however as we know nagi’s aura is death and reader’s character’s main theme is love (for barou, for her pokémon, etc) so narratively nagi x reader would be so good…especially if they’re each other’s “rivals” but they’re not really rivals and half of the time are helping each other out…there’s a vision here and it’s cooking imo 🤩 ALSO i’m thinking…hear me out…karasu reminds reader of barou so he becomes like her surrogate older brother while they’re searching for barou and reader is the annoying little sibling karasu never had which makes him respect yayoi more and teaches him responsibility and maturity which in turn makes yayoi finally respect him too 🤔

honestly galvantula is such a random pokémon but realistically in terms of type matchups it’s absolutely CARRYING reader against barou’s team considering dark is weak to bug 😭 honestly it’s such a cool little pokémon i think it’s so fun for her to have it on her team!! and the gyarados plot line is going to be so entertaining (basically she gets scammed into trading a freshly caught pokémon for a magikarp and shenanigans ensue) that i think the basicness is excusable

otoya constantly getting girls via his fairy type pokémon vs reader and tullia being like “ladies STAY AWAY” who wins 😭⁉️ and agreed breloom + yuki goes so hard…tbh i rlly like steelix and yuki too it works surprisingly well

no literally justice for nagi 😭 the way the government did NOT gaf abt him is crazy like they could’ve at least given him a water type (although tbf he’s meant to show how the pokémon training system takes advantage of people so it makes sense) honestly though i love his character in this au he goes through sm development and his slowburn w the reader will be legendary fr

YOU KNOWWWW chigiri’s rapidash is SPARKLING he def takes such meticulous care of all of his pokémon (same w reo) whereas nagi’s just like eh as long as they’re healthy 😄 KFNJSSB so like manshine trio will be chilling and in their downtime reo will be brushing his cinccino and chigiri will be polishing his rapidash’s hooves meanwhile nagi’s arcanine is rolling in a pile of mud somewhere having the time of its life

hiori and ice types just go so well together (even though he only has one on his team I think 😭) and agreed i can see him retiring from battling after his arc w reader and co and following his actual passion of helping endangered pokémon instead of listening to his parents (maybe karasu inspires him because he also stood up to his family [yayoi] and that gives hiori the courage to do the same)

gen six is where i left off!! i played gen seven (namely moon and a bit of ultra moon) but i didn’t like them that much so as far as i and this au are concerned the pokémon verse ended with xy/oras 🤩 omg wait aryu as a pokémon groomer slays…maybe he’s the one yuki takes his pokémon to before contests?? and perhaps the itoshi bros are mentioned in passing as gym leaders in another region…kaiser as noel noa’s apprentice who’s going to be a new e4 member like isagi (but a bitchier one who never knew barou and never directly interacts with reader) and same with bachira + kunigami (kaiser to replace noel noa, bachira to replace lavinho, kunigami to replace chris prince, and isagi to replace snuffy) there’s just so many different roles that characters can play!! the world building would be so fun

LMAOO honestly aiku trying to be the rizzler but getting cock blocked by big bros otoya and karasu is so funny to me 😭 also speaking of brock link ups since we know karasu and reader are like a sibling duo i’m imagining otoya and tullia to have that brock and croagunk dynamic where she just punches him whenever he flirts with girls because he’s so cringe it’s embarrassing 😰 speaking of tullia atm i’m think she’ll likely end up with either chigiri (since he’ll probably pull up quite frequently as a nagi companion so there’s ample time for development), isagi (since he’s a classic tullia pairing and all), or maybe even hiori?? like her and hiori really hit it off and after the main story is over instead of becoming a show/competition breeder like she planned she decides to go back to his nature preserve and help in breeding for species conservation or something 🤔 many many options fr

NO BECAUSE LISTEN THE TIK TOK AUDIOS ARE BURSTING WITH POTENTIAL FOR THE POKÉMON AU i’m getting soooo many ideas for the story now!! like the entire gyarados arc, the aegislash arc (this one goes crazy because it’s basically “reader and nagi somehow end up in a period drama for an entire arc” yet it makes perfect sense given the pokémon verse and the backstory), EVERYTHING with barou especially the final fight between the cousins (i’ve decided they’ll be cousins but as close as siblings!! so y/n’s mother is barou’s father’s sister and her houndoom is barou’s houndoom’s sister so it’s like three generations of brother/sister-esque bonds making up the story), the random evil team encounters…i’m sure you saw but i put requests on hold for a few reasons: so i can finish the ones i have, work on the oaeu, AND also start this story hopefully!! also i want to deny people from requesting for a bit so the hype is built for my 1k event whenever we reach that milestone FJDJSJSJ

LMAOOO the craziest thing is that’s not even scratching the surface unfortunately i have had many insane experiences with men i’m sure you’ll hear about more whenever they’re relevant to the convo 😭 and YESSS i love chatting w you hehe always a little rush of dopamine when i see the little “anonymous asked you a question” notification on my phone (when tumblr isn’t an OPP and actually gives the me the notifs) 🥹

[maurenislife]

“My first 5 years being 20″   Important lessons I've learned

“Make your OWN dreams come true” 

      When it comes to your life as a woman, making your own way, on your own behalf Is the most fulfilling thing you could ever imagine. Working your hand and mind to see fourth the visions we dream at night and watch on tv. I mean no better feeling than doing this shit by yourself.

People are unreliable and unfaithful, selfish and they mask it as partnership when subconsciously  they are in tune selfishly and the minute you are a liability

My goals over my 5 years were made alone at my own hand, many people have wanted me as there right hand or teammate. Every time I have turned it down, from a former ex asking me to manage girls in a brothel in Vegas or girls asking we could “team” up and dance, or team up and freestyle, countless times of people tempting me in certain games as teams. all of it is smoke and mirrors, 

The biggest lesson here is EVERYBODY wants to be the leader... 

with that being said lead yourself. 

Let no man say they made you, Let the stories and facts speak for themselves make your own dreams come true. { don't get it twisted I said “MADE”}

let no person make you, every move is cause YOU MADE IT.  Independently think for yourself regardless of outside opinion. You are the last factor act like it.

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“Drugs aint even that bad”

Your parents were wrong, drugs are fun and I don't really regret using them espically when you partying or have a heart break or life just rlly sucks or maybe you have shitty memory you can deplete or Jog it up depending on what you take. do whatever you want despite people judging, if you wanna pop a pill or smoke or snort just try it once. CAUTION only buy drugs if u know its safe  dnt die or nothing. 

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“99% of men are losers” 

Most men will disappoint you, no he isn't the one, almost none of them are the one. Why just look around, scroll on your phone. this is it. keep them if u get em. they will never be what u want them to be 

don't ever “ken” a man. yes he might come nice as pictured but remember buy him whole. NOT SEPERATELY. you can't build a man. You cant buy him boat accessories and put him on a boat. He has to bring his own boat and accessories so he can be who he originally was intended to be. a good man is naturally a good man. they are just hard to find

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“Always agree to the spontaneous”

Life is crazy, everyday people are scared of everything, don't be scared go but tickets or agree to accompany the random trip. Don't be a scary ass bitch.

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“Somebody always loves you”

You may think nobody likes you or even wants anything to do with you but I guarantee one soul gives a fuck about you. yeah, nobody might say it but sit in silence and think about it. you will be able to feel somebodies love. do this in a non narcissistic way. From afar somebody loves u iswtg

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“Its okay not to know things or find out”

Alotta things you may never know, once this is accepted I promise you will be breezy. shit happens cause it happened. focusing on why and lore and bts JUST STOP. People suck and that's just life. 

       once u ask I promise you'd never wanna know. Interpret life on your own terms. All feet in reality isn't a fun foot to have. Also knowledge is power but more powerful when silent, only omit your intelligence to inteligent people.

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“Friends are your lifeline”

NO MATTER WHAT, friends are forever, no matter how bad y'all get into it or disagree or fight or anything. MAKE UP, no man will have ur back like your friends, nobody will love u more, nobody will consider you more, friends make life worth living. I almost didn't have friends my first 5 years but god sent me three of them. I never pray but I did pray for my friends, to have them.

 I used to cry myself to sleep in that apartment with my ex a few nights just wanting a friend they are irreplaceable.

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“Don't put off pain”

The more you hurt, you will fuck everything up, so cry everyday for months if that means u wont do anything crazy, its ok to hurt shit hurts a lot 

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“Journal your life”

ive been journaling since 2018 I believe I don't regret it, watching your life thru a series of phases within text and also thru reflection wowwwwwww, it offers a 3d perspective on a lot, and you can smile or cry and also have insight on the past. its a personal time machine, once you kept one for a year you'll do it another year and so on etc. KEEP ONE never too late.

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“Money comes and goes” 

don't stress bout money, cause one day you'll have 1,000 and another day you will have 5. WHY? cause money comes and goes. its about what you do with your money RIGHT NOW that determines the longevity of it. Take advantage of each time you encounter money or you'll become like the people around you.

This advice is the hardest to take, you see people with shit and you might become envious. TRUST ME, focus on your own grass. cause its the only one that's in your name. Be patient. If you bout your hustle, it comes easy, the more you are distracted with the “keep up” you'll fall like them. 

If you want 1,000 a week, you want 500 plus is night, idk your goals.

 it can be done, but its not a lay back relax deal. Anybody will tell you hard work is hard work, 

walking in high heels dancing on a pole 

serving coffee

getting yelled at while at your desk 

storing packages

sewing purses

nothing comes easy (everybody works ^^) 

DONT BE OBLIVIOUS to what it takes to get nice things with it attached to YOUR name.

independence never came easy its earned.

Don't listen to no bitch or man talk about easy money...... if it sounds like it will fix all your problems it wont. 

listen to famous people dead.. alive past or present. more money more problems. use ur head plz n thx

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“Be yourself regardless”

Being yourself is not the virtue people claim its often embarssing, sometimes you will curse yourself and wish to live in another body and wish to erase your brain, but don't.

Leaning into who you truly are while sometimes reality stomps on you, the other side is rewarding a slow burn, but a constant one, your fire never dies.

Your inner light no matter bright or dim, its on.

and its found

Being yourself means a lot in a world of people wanting to adapt new personalities and wanting to b like others. nothing wrong with mirroring if u cant help it but go find yourself. Who you truly are is like finding the key, it opens up how life shoulda been. and boom your slightly more identifiable than your counterpart. its not always fun but 

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