#i'll only ever write it for the ladies tbh

[frenchkisstheabyss]

⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k

⛧ Warnings: brief discussion of murder, implied possessive ex, intro to knife play if you squint, suggestive, psycho Minsung, you probably have a killer fetish, & that's all my loves. It's otherwise quite fluffy tbh.

⛧ A/N: I'm starting this series as my love letter to 90's slasher films aaaand because I just love Minsung. I'm writing this in "tapes" instead of chapters for ✨ ambiance ✨ so I hope the vibes come across. I'm already working on part two so I'll have my knives and fingers crossed you babes enjoy this one.

💀 >>> Go to Tape 2 >>> 💀

A bell dings overhead as you step through the door of Topline Video. A crowd of middle school kids dart by, nearly knocking you over in their excitement to get home with some cheesy slasher flick they definitely shouldn’t be watching. All are in full costume, wearing the kind of plastic masks that smell sorta funny when you put them on. 

The kid dressed as a goblin turns back for a second, peeling up the murky green mask to reveal an apologetic face. “Sorry, lady!” he shouts, taking your gentle smile as a sign of forgiveness and racing to catch up to his friends. “Lady?” you whisper to yourself, the door creaking shut behind you, “Great, now I feel ancient.” 

Lucky for you there’s no time for an existential crisis as you’re swept into the frenzy of the video store. The walls are packed with what must be a thousand VHS tapes. Double sided displays line the aisles with hundreds more. Every one of them is some brand of horror movie with even the most obscure subgenre present. 

Black and orange streamers travel from one end of the ceiling to the next with tiny spiders dangling from them. Giant skeletons lurk in the corners guarding jack o lanterns with flickering eyes. Every year people eat it up but this year is particularly spooky. It sends a shiver down your spine when you recall why. 

“I heard they found another leg” a red haired girl says, casually smacking on a piece of bright pink bubblegum. Beside her a shorter girl files through tapes under a large bloody hand drawn sign reading SERIAL KILLERS.

“I thought they already found both of his legs. A guy can’t have three legs.”

The red haired girl shakes her head, smiling mischievously. “That is not true. I hooked up with him once. You could for sure consider that thing a third leg.” The girls break into a fit of giggles. Dodging their insensitivity, you squeeze yourself into the Monster Movie section. 

“Hey Drac” you sigh, staring up at the Dracula cutout looming over you, “I live in a town of idiots.” “You don’t mean everyone, do you?” a voice answers back with the worst Dracula impersonation you’ve ever heard. Suspicious that it isn’t coming from the cardboard cutout, you peek around to see a familiar face stocking the shelves. 

Your heart immediately begins to flutter, a blanket of warmth encompassing you. Han Jisung. If you flip through the dictionary you’ll find him under D for dreamy. The glow of the setting sun kisses his dark curly hair, making it almost sparkle. And those brown eyes, they’re so…no…keep it together. 

“That’s a terrible Dracula voice” you tease, arms folded across your chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Bleh, bleh, bleh” he carries on, pretending to bare his fangs. Now it’s you who’s giggling and you can’t stand how easily he gets you to.

“You are such a dork, Han.”

Returning to his normal voice he only shrugs, “But that’s why you’re so insanely in love with me isn’t it?”

His words intensify the heat moistening your palms. Fidgeting with the sleeves of your jean jacket, you wrack your brain for some witty response only for nonsense to tumble out. 

“No. What? I…uh…um…early.” 

Popping a copy of Megaverse Massacre 2 onto the shelf, Han raises an eyebrow at you, “Early?”

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you spit it out. “Uh, yeah, early. I heard you guys were closing early because of the…” 

“Body hacking psycho killer?” a voice cackles, gripping your shoulders from behind. You let out a blood curdling scream that draws the attention of a few nearby shoppers. Swinging around, your fist ready to dish out a debilitating gut punch, you come face to face with Lee Minho. You haven’t quite decided if he can be filed under “dreamy” or “asshole” yet.

Minho grins, never finding you cuter than when he’s getting on your nerves. “I’m sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you did I?” he teases, straightening out your clothes with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. The sun’s doing that thing again. The sparkle. The glow. The radiant brown eyes searching yours, threatening to make you fall even deeper into them than you already have.

Han dips between the two of you, separating you before you rip Minho’s head off. “I’m sorry. Really. He was deprived of air in the womb. Being an asshole’s just a side effect.” 

Over Han’s shoulder Minho frowns, “Hey! Rude much?” Digging into his pocket, Han pulls out a lollipop. It’s sugar blown into the shape of a blood drenched kitchen knife. “Are you bribing me with a sugary murder weapon?” you ask, staring at it skeptically. Han flashes you a close lipped smile, his cheeks so fluffy it’d be a crime to deny him.

Snatching the lollipop you waste no time popping the wrapper off and tapping Minho on the head with it. “Hey! What was that for?” he winces, wiping lollipop residue from his head. “Sorry, babe” you grin, sucking on your tool of revenge, “Didn’t hurt you did I?” Han buries his face in his hand but it does nothing to hide the joy he takes in his best friend’s pain. 

This is nice. Laughing with someone. With them. It’s been a while since you felt this light around other people. The recent weight on you hasn’t been of some invisible boogeyman sneaking off with one of your limbs. No, your boogeyman was someone you knew well, or at least thought you did, and he’s haunted you every chance he can.

Speak of the devil…

A bell dings, drawing your attention to the door where a man in a demon mask scans the room for someone. You recognize him immediately. Those boots. Those pants. That flannel shirt you always found totally hideous on him. Your heart sinks, the lollipop in your hand tumbling to the floor.

You see Minho and Han’s hearts sink too. It’s as if they sense that any joy you’d been feeling just went down the drain that instant. Minho whispers something into Han’s ear. You can’t make out what, only the calculated tone of his voice. “Hey!” Han says, perking up again, “We’re having a movie night tonight. You should come.”

As the man in the demon mask spots you, your eyes dart back and forth between the men. “A movie night? Sure that would be…I’d like that.”

Han takes you by the hand, “Wicked. Come on, you can pick a movie from the back.” He leads you towards the backroom just as the man advances towards you. Peeking over your shoulder you spot Minho blocking his way. A quick left turn stops you from seeing what happens next, filling your vision instead with tattered old movie posters.

Passing a few of Han’s coworkers, you wave politely and they smile in return. The back room’s like a dustier, quieter version of the sales floor. The walls are still lined with tapes, only there’s no way these have been watched any time in the past decade. Through the dust you see the spine of a tape titled Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4.

“That one” you decide, stopping dead in your tracks.

Han stops too, squinting to spot what caught your eye, “A woman of taste I see.” 

Pulling it from the shelf, he blows the dust away and hands it to you. “Only the finest for you.”

You feel that lightness again. It's easy to feel it when he smiles at you like this. Such an unexpected but welcomed sense of safety. “Han, thanks for…” you start but the surprise sensation of his lips pressed to yours makes anything you were about to say feel insignificant.

With one hand still holding yours, his other hand comes to rest on your lower back. Your lips are somehow softer than he’d imagined. Even in the absence of the lingering strawberry flavored lollipop, he knows they’d taste just as sweet. Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds out that he kissed you first but nothing could be more worth it.

“Thank me by not worrying about your ex,” he says, “He won’t bother you anymore. I promise.” 

You want to tell him how much he doesn’t understand. That your ex doesn’t give up that easily. But you decide not to ruin the moment, even if letting yourself believe him feels delusional. “Jisung, we need you up front!” one of his coworkers shouts back. He hesitates, unsure if he should leave you or not.

You kiss him first this time, turning him loose, “Go. I’ll be fine back here. Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 1-3 have gotta be rotting around here somewhere right?” One last kiss and he’s rushing back up front, clueless as to how he’s supposed to focus on anything else now.

Turning back to the shelf you realize how big of a challenge you’re in for. Maybe there’s a feather duster somewhere? Or a respirator mask?

“Give it here. That has to be wrong.” Minho approaches the kitchen counter where you sit, playfully swinging your feet. He reaches for the magazine in your hand but you clutch it tightly to your chest, refusing to fork it over.

“Live with it, Minho. You are Suspicious Boyfriend.” 

“Suspicious boyfriend” Han sings, retrieving a bag of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave, “I think it has a ring to it.”

Hopping down from the counter, you skip your way over to Han extending the magazine and the pen in your hand out to him. “Your turn, Hannie.” You see the skepticism all over his face but don’t give up. All torture must be equal after all.

“I’ll take that” Minho smiles, stealing the popcorn for himself.

“Sure. Why not?” Han surrenders, grabbing the magazine and the pen. You and Minho watch on, far more amused than you should be, as Han skims the pages checking off answers to silly personality questions. Pick a country to travel to. Pick a favorite food. Upstairs or downstairs?

After a minute or two he finishes and slides the magazine back over to you. You can barely contain yourself as you assess his results. Leaning across the counter, you share them with Minho who immediately begins to laugh. 

“What’s so funny? What did I get?” Han asks looking so genuinely concerned that you almost feel bad for telling Minho first. Minho empties the popcorn into a bright orange Halloween bowl, shoveling some into his mouth. “Comic Relief Best Friend” he mumbles. Han frowns, coming to see for himself. You hold the results page up for him. 

Which Horror Character Are You?

You point to his score beneath the headline “Comic Relief Best Friend”.

“Oh, okay. So I’m funny and I die before him. Perfect.”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that” you say, poking at his chin, “It’s not like I got the best result either. I’m the Final Girl.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Minho asks, his words muffled by food, “It means you make it to the sequel.” 

“No, it means that I’m boring. Badass but boring. I wanna be the killer. They have more fun.” 

Han shakes his head, a sympathetic hand resting on your shoulder, “I hate to break it to you but you’re not really killer material.” Minho takes your hand like a doctor prepared to give you some bad news, “Yeah, you just…you don’t have it in you, kid.” 

“Don’t have it in me? I do so!” you protest, your tantrum not doing much to make you less adorable. Minho moves toward the knife rack behind him, carefully selecting the biggest, sleekest one he can find. “Okay, so kill me.” 

There’s a long, tense silence.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just…” Minho mimes stabbing himself in the chest, his tongue stuck out sideways. “Give it!” you shout, running to take the knife away. Minho catches you by the wrist, slipping the knife into your hand and raising the tip of the blade an inch away from his throat.

“Do it” he dares, his hand tightening around yours, “Prove us wrong.”

There’s an unnerving excitement in his eyes as he awaits your decision. An excitement that doesn’t seem to want you to back away. No, it wants you to come closer. He wants you to come closer.

“Hannie,” you plead, “Can you talk some sense into him please?” Han joins the two of you, saying nothing at first, simply observing. The way that they watch you is intensely sexual and some part of you, one you hadn’t known existed until now, seems to take pleasure in it. 

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

[kyojurokoibito]

HI UH— I saw you had requests open, but if you don’t want to do this go ahead and ignore it! here’s the request: I was wondering if I could get a Drabble or headcanon (I don’t mind) of Zenitsu’s S/o, who usually kindly declines his presses for marriage saying it’s too soon, suddenly turning the tables and asking HIM for marriage when he does something super suave or sweet? I could see this person denying it after tbh— that’s all thank you!! Good luck in college :>

"A Cup Full of Love"

Pairing(s): zenitsu agatsumu x reader

Synopsis: zenitsu asks for your hand in marriage everyday, which you always politely decline. imagine his surprise when you ask to marry him!

Genre: fluff, slight crack

Warning(s): n/a

Rori's Notes: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ANON😭! thank you for the request! i actually really like writing for zenitsu, so i'm glad you sent it! and thank you love, college is going great! going into the spring semester of junior year, so it's flying bye lol! this one is kinda short, but i hope you enjoy! <3

once zenitsu is finally able to call you his, he's never letting you go!

he has been pining after you for a while. your gentle nature immediately pulled him towards you, and it didn't take long you both to become friends

you're not a slayer, but you are an extremely skilled healer and work alongside shinobu and aoi in the butterfly mansion. you were eager to learn the ways of medicine from the insect hashira, and she was just as eager to teach.

"oh my, you catch on quick! everyone is sure to make a speedy recovery with you around" shinobu praised you with a clap of her hands as she watched you make medicines, and you gave a small, yet proud, smile."th-thank you, lady shinobu!"

one day, the three butterfly triplets came running up to you in a panic. "y/n! y/n! y/n! come quickly!"

you stopped hanging the freshly washed blankets on the clothes and looked at the three girls, "girls, what's the matter?" you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at the three as they proceed to drag you off into the mansion. "the thunder boy, zenitsu, needs medical attention," one girl proclaims. "but no one can get him to take his medicine," calls another. "even aoi is struggling," shouted the third girl.

as the tugged you further down the hallway, you could hear a boy's screaming become louder. "DON'T MAKE ME TAKE THAT AWFUL MEDICINE!!! I HATE ITTTTT!!!" a lot of noise could be heard, and you heard aoi shout in return as zenitsu slapped the medicine out of her hand. "THE QUICKER YOU TAKE IT THE QUICKER YOU GET OUTTA HERE! QUIT BEING DIFFICULT!!! YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME!!!"

hesitantly, you stepped into the room. unfortunately, as you stepped in, the cup that was slapped out of aoi's hand made violent contact with your nose, causing your eyes to water

"ouch!" your outburst caused the screaming duo to look at you. "lady y/n," aoi ran to you, holding your face. "are you alright?!" you delicately held your nose, nodding slightly. "m-mhm...s'not too bad, don't worry. and i thought i said not to call me that..." she paid your last statement no mind as she turned to glare at the thunder breather. "zenitsu, you idiot! you hurt her!"

as the girls checked up on you, zenitsu felt like he was in a trance

you were the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on. your eyes seemed so gentle, no matter who or what you were looking at; he could stare into them all day. he continued to stare at you, only coming out of his trance once he saw you walking towards him.

"so, what's the issue–um, zenitsu, yes?" your voice was so gentle! even after he just launched a cup to your nose! oh my gosh, you're sitting on his bed! you're so close!

"i..." he paused before throwing his arms around you, burrying his face into your stomach and squeezing you tight. "PLEASE MARRY ME!!!"

huh? marriage?

aoi and the triplets tried to pry him off of you,"LET HER GO THIS INSTANT!" aoi, shouted. "stop this!" the triplets tried to reason."NO WAY! IF I LET HER GO I'LL DIE ALONE! IS THAT WHAT YOU ALL WANT?!?!

so...that's how you met

ever since that day, zenitsu asked for your hand in marriage everyday. you always laughed it off, "at our age? we're far too young for marriage, silly." until one day, you smiled, held his hand and responded with, "how about...we date each other for a while and see if marriage is in our future together 'nitsu."

zenitsu.exe. stopped working

"wait...REALLY?!?! YOU WANNA DATE ME?!?!" zenitsu's jaw couldn't seem to pick his jaw off the floor, gaping at your gentle smile. "of course i do...i-if you'll have me." of course he would! why wouldn't he?!

and that was the start of your beautiful relationship

no matter how many time you say it, however, he still asks for your hand in marriage.

oh, you just so happen to walk past him? "y/n, please marry me!" "sorry 'nitsu, it's too soon." you're hanging up blankets, on the clothes line? he's appearing beneath a blanket with a bouquet of flowers, "y/n, i kindly ask for your hand in marriage!" you stifled your giggle with your hand before cupping his face into your hands and kissing his flushed cheek. "m'sorry love, we're still too young."

later in the relationship, however, you began to catch zenitsu sitting on the floor, his attention intently focused on something in his lap. "hello, zenny." your voice startled him. "eek! oh, y/n-chan hi! what–uh–what brings you here?" your bottom lip jutted out slightly in confusion before trying to peek over his shoulder. "i..live here and...treat people? whatcha workin on?" he quickly turned around, hiding something behind his back. "NOTHING!"

0_0 = your face

"u-um...alright then..." this became a common occurrence, as it happened multiple times a day. anytime you'd ask what he was doing you got the same response, or he would just get up and run. leaving you confused and dumbfounded

until the day you finally got to see what he had been working on, and it melted your heart...

"you know," you started as you were wrapping bandages around the circumference of your boyfriend's head. "the other girls are skilled with this too. it doesn't always have to be me to patch you up, 'nitsu."

your statement may as well have gone in one ear and out the other. however, you couldn't stop the soft smile that etched across your face as you watched zenitsu subconsciously lean into your touch with his usual lovestruck smile.

"but then i get to spend more time with you, y/n-chan. besides," he nuzzled his cheek into your palm, causing you to laugh. "you're always gentle when you do it. aoi is too harsh!"

you lifted an eyebrow. "probably because you are a difficult patient."

"whAt?! i am not!"

you fondly shook your head, continuing to wrap his head in comfortable silence. as you finished bandaging him, you smiled announcing a cheerful "done!" you began to tidy up the bandages and ointments you had strewn on the bed, putting them away.

zenitsu watched you with tender eyes, fiddling with something under the blankets. he knows he's said it to many girls by now, but he truly feels like he could spend the rest of his life with you. he knows you're both young, but he believes he's old enough to know what he wants. however, he is also mindful of your wanting to wait until you're older. which is why...

"y/n-chan," he smiled at the gentle hum you gave in response. "i...i have something i want to give you."

you put the remaining bandages in a drawer before making your way back to the bed zenitsu was resting in, sitting next to him. you tilted your head, "what is it?"

zenitsu carefully pulled the object from beneath the blanket, bringing it into view. he held it out to you, urging you to take it. you looked down at it, carefully observing it.

a cup.

gingerly taking it from him, "zenny," you couldn't help but burst into laughter once you realized what it was. "is this the cup you hit me in the face with when we first met?"

"h-hey!" his face flushed in embarrassment. "don't think of it like that! to me...it's the very thing that made me lay eyes on your for the first time." he gestured to the cup, causing you to inspect it some more. "and it led to a lot of great moments with you..."

you nearly cried.

littered all around the cup, were small paintings. paintings of moments throughout your relationship. the time he launched this very cup into your nose, the first time you took care of him after a mission, the first date, even the time inosuke was chasing you and zenitsu carried you out of "harm's way." and in the mix of the small scenes were mini butterflies and lightning bolts.

honestly, the lines were pretty wobbly, and the brush work wasn't the best. but you didn't care about any of that. not in the slightest. he managed to capture some of the sweetest moments of your relationship on the very object that sparked your relationship.

without a doubt, this was the sweetest thing anyone has done for you.

you gently cupped zenitsu's face in your hands, pulling him closer to you and softly pressing a kiss to his lips. your kisses were always so soft and sweet, just like you, and they nearly made him faint(he actually did faint the first time you two kissed).

"nitsu," you pulled away, caressing his cheek with your thumb. "we should get married." a beat of silence passed.

"...HUH?!?! Y-Y-YOU WANT TO—?!?!"

he fainted.

you watched in disbelief as zenitsu fell back onto the soft bed, his cheeks slightly red, knocked out cold. with a delightful sigh and a shake of your head, you stood up, careful not to wake him.

"oh well," you pulled the blanket over him before planting a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"we can talk about it some more when you wake up."

[lamoobsessions]

To Guild A Lily

Synopsis: You and Hazel have been together for six months now and things have been going really great. That is, until you stupidly invite her to meet your family over spring break -your family, who does not know your gay.

Warnings: Homophobia, very little use of y/n, things get a twinge spicy but its not smutty, kinda cheesy but it's cute.

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Hey 😏 It's been a while, and i'm sorry. But I'm back AND with a new story. This one will be a short mini series -probably three chapters tbh. Originally, I didn't think I was going to post it, because it lwk feels too personal. But what the heck, I like it, so here it is!! Christmas break is here, so i'll defiantly get some writing in for anyone who cares, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! (And also apologies in advanced)

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The decision to attend a university outside of your home town was the best decision you’ve ever made. It’s been everything you hoped it to be. You made friends, you have your freedom, you have your independence, and, the best part of all, you have a different social demographic. Which may be a weird detail to others, but to you, it’s a blessing. No longer do you have to live behind the social constraints provided by the community you grew up in.

Though, that isn’t to say college is fantastic. The workload is insane, your apartment is depressing as hell, living expenses are through the roof, and making a healthy consistent meal plan for yourself feels near impossible. College can be awful at times, but it fulfills your small box of expectations. 

Truly, you’re quite happy with where you are in life. Everything has a certain glow to it, a certain beauty. With this new-found freedom and privacy, you joined new social cliques, attended parties, joined clubs, and took all the classes that attune your interest. Which is how you met Hazel.

She sat next to you in a gender studies class in the second semester of your freshman year, which you later found out she only took the class with her friend PJ to meet the ladies of the campus. Which, to her credit and your pleasure, she accomplished. 

The two of you hit it off almost instantly; from quipped, sly whispered jokes in the lecture halls, to not-so productive study dates, the two of you eventually fell into place with each other. She introduced you to her friends, both of whom you found very intimidating at first, since they make a very chaotic duo. Even so, they grew on you, and it wasn’t long til you became a part of their group. It also wasn’t long til your feelings for Hazel began to sprout. 

It happened at the library -of all places. She made the first move and the two of you have been together for almost six months now. Things have been great. 

It takes a lot for you to open up to people, but when it came to Hazel, things felt easier. Suddenly, you felt more bold, more electric with your personality. Those around you could sense the shift, even your family, who lived hours away.

In your eyes, this is a good thing. The relationship you have with your family is complicated. You love each of them to death. Your mother, your father, your sister, all of them you’d take a bullet for. Unconditional love, as many may call it. But they were… different when it came to values. More on the old-fashioned side than you typically prefer. But the thing with college is, you get to break away from home, and that’s exactly what you did -well somewhat. Your mom still calls every day to check up, mostly asking if you've met anyone yet, and by anyone, she means a boy. 

It’s isolating at times, knowing your family doesn’t know this integral part of who you are. But, in your eyes, it was for the better.  

Though, after six months of being with Hazel, a certain consensus within yourself was breached. It felt unfair to your family, since they were always asking if you’ve made any friends or found a boyfriend yet. And secondly, it’s unfair to Hazel. You met her mom three months after dating, it wasn’t planned, but it happened, and now you feel an insatiable obligation to introduce her to your family. 

But the kicker is, Hazel doesn’t know that your family is oblivious to her existence. They’re even oblivious to the fact that you like girls. So, you’ve avoided bringing it up. 

You don’t want to ruin a good thing. Things are so easy, why mess it up? 

“So, when are you leaving?” Hazel asks from the foot of your bed, watching as you shove ungodly amounts of clothes into your small suitcase on the floor. 

You shrug, placing another chunky sweater that surely will not fit into the luggage. The thing isn’t going to close, but you’ll be damned if you weren’t going to try. “I think maybe early tomorrow morning? What about you?”

“Oh, I’m not going home,” she casually reveals. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

You stop your pushing and look up at her questioningly. “What? Why not?”

“My mom will be out of town the whole week, so there’s basically no point in me going back home.”

“She’s going out of town the week of your spring break?”

Hazel nods with a slightly solemn expression, to which you purse your lips, knowing her complicated relationship with her mother. 

“What about PJ and Josie, they’ll be going home too, right? Why don’t you go with them?”

She sighs, leaning into the mattress. “Josie is going on vacation with Isabel and her family, and PJ said she’s going on some ‘pussy’ retreat -whatever that means.”

You frown at this. The college campus was nice, but there wasn’t much to do. Without any friends around, it gets boring and depressing fast. You would know. You spent the first semester of your freshman year losing your goddamn mind, rotting in your dorm room binging the entirety of ‘Orange is the New Black’.

“Well, you can come home with me,” You offer, wanting to bite your tongue the second the suggestion leaves your lips. 

“Really?” Hazel perks up excitingly. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s only a five-hour drive, it will be like a fun little road trip or something.” For you, it wouldn’t be a fun little road trip. It would be a nightmare of spiraling thoughts and contemplative re-routes to the nearest cliff. But you can’t stand the thought of leaving Hazel, knowing she would be left alone on campus for a whole two weeks. 

“You sure your family won’t mind?”

As you stop packing and grab your phone off the nightstand, a nest of anxiety burrows behind your ribcage. You’re a good liar, or, to put it more lightly, you’re good at masking your true emotions. “I’m sure they won’t. I can text them and ask if that will make you feel more comfortable with it.”

“Can you?” She questions with a look of sincerity. “I don’t want to just show up unannounced.”

“Yeah, of course,” You plant yourself next to her on the bed, subtly hiding the phone screen. Now, with the phone in your hands and your mother's contact photo glowing on the screen, you begin to wonder what you’re even supposed to say.

 ‘Hey mom, I know I haven’t told you this yet, but I’m gay, and I have a girlfriend, and she’s coming over. Hope that’s cool. Cool? Cool. Alright bye bye now.’

Immediately, you regret offering to text her. Yet, even with your discretion, you begin to type. 

YOU: ‘Hey, just want to let you know I’ll be heading home tomorrow. Probably around early morning.’

YOU:  ‘But Is it okay if I bring a friend down with me?” 

You curse yourself as soon as the word floats into the chat. Friend. 

Shutting off your phone, and tossing it out of your hands, you nod with a not-so reassuring smile. “There.” 

Thankfully, Hazel misses the uncertainty in your expressions and returns an optimistic smile.  “This is exciting, I finally get to meet these parents I've heard so much about.”

You shake your head bemusedly. “Look, there’s a reason I don’t talk about them. I mean, they aren’t exactly the most agreeable people.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.”

“I know you can,” you brush off, as you allow yourself to fall onto the satin sheets. “I’m just not sure I can.” 

“You can. Everything will turn out fine.” She joins you, lying next to your side and taking your hand hers. “Besides, I’m great with parents.”

You smile softly, nuzzling your head into her shoulder. Internally, your heart sinks. How could you not tell your parents about her? Since the second semester of freshman year, she’s been this symbol of comfort in your life. Yet in that same sense, she’s also your girlfriend. So, how could you tell your parents about her? 

You exhale a long, pent-up breath -unaware that, through this spiral, you’ve briefly forgotten to breathe. “I guess I can’t keep you from them forever.”

Hazel lifts her head and leans over you with a smug look. “Forever, you say?”

You laugh upon realizing the implications of your words, and turn away to avoid her demanding stare. “Shut up.” 

“Forever is a long time to be together. Even longer time to go without meeting one’s parents.” 

You shrug, “I think we could get away with it if we tried.”

She perks up, as if having an epiphany of her own. “Oh, maybe we’ll do one of those lavender marriages,” She encourages. “You know, we’ll pretend you're straight, and I’m just some estranged sister-in-law that you inevitably fall in love with -because how could you not? And then, you’ll get divorced, and we’ll run away together, and that way, I’ll never have to officially meet your parents, and they’ll just know me in passing. ”

You pause a moment, mouth set slightly agape at her nonsensical ridicule. “Are you done?”

“I mean, I could keep going, but that’s just a quick summary.”

Pursing your lips, you bite back a broad smile, and bring a hand to her cheek to pull her closer. Leaving a quick peck on her lips, before pressing your forehead to hers, “You’re the worst.”

A giggle reverberates off her chest, and you could swear that sound can kill. “We’ll be fine, I promise. Worst-case scenario, they end up hating me, we elope, move to Barbados, and live happily ever after.”

“Not a bad worst-case scenario.”

“Mhm.” she purrs, placing a hand on your waist and pressing her lips to yours, as you bring a hold to her cheek. The minimal space between your bodies lingers before it begins to diminish; her figure hovering over yours, effectively stabling herself by pressing a leg between your thighs. 

You melt under the touch, allowing the heat to rise to your cheeks and your stomach to do an insurmountable amount of flips. A smile curves against her lips, one that you cannot help but to reciprocate amidst her near suffocating rapture. 

Slicing through the once sensual atmosphere, your phone dings. Breaking away from her embrace, you turn towards your phone on the other side of the bed. “Shit, it’s probably my mom.”

Hazel hums. Though understanding, you can sense a slight disappointment in the way she relaxes next to you onto the bed. 

Swiping open your phone, the message reads:

MOM <3: That’s perfectly fine, hun. Can’t wait to me this friend of yours 😉 

MOM <3: Text me when you leave, love you!

You bite the inside of your cheek, knowing, even through text, she’s aware this friend isn’t like every other. She read you like a book, immediately picking up on the lack of assurance behind your words. She knows if it was just any other friend, you wouldn’t have asked. 

Your mother knows you well, but not well enough to know it isn't a boy you’re bringing home. 

YOU: I will, love you too <3

Shutting off your phone once again, you turn back to Hazel and put on a more heartening expression. “We’re good to go.”

“Really?” she questions. “You didn’t look too sure for a second?”

“Yeah, it’s just- some other stuff she was saying. It’s all good.” 

Hazel quirks her brow, not buying your reasoning.

“Seriously,” You add, wanting to end this questioning as soon as possible. “It’s fine,” You lean in and plant a quipped kiss on her cheek before catapulting yourself off the bed. “I should get packing, though.”

A hand grips your wrist before you can get any further. “No, stay,” she whines. “We were just starting to have fun.”

You gently take your other hand and guide yourself free of her grasp. “As much as I’d love to continue having more fun, you should probably start packing, too.”

Hazel groans, falling onto her back with an exaggeration you found to be quite endearing. 

You feel bad for deceiving her. She should know about the issue surrounding your parents, at least before you arrive at their house mid-afternoon tomorrow. You just didn’t know how to tell her, not that she wouldn’t understand, cause she would. The problem is how it would make her feel. 

Yet, in an undeniably selfish way, you hope that by finally introducing Hazel to your family, this unrelenting guilt entangled in the back of your mind will finally resolve. Maybe, just maybe, telling your parents about your girlfriend would make this thing you have with Hazel feel all the more better. Maybe, just maybe, telling them would allow this already perfect thing to blossom into something better. Maybe, you’ll finally sleep well at night and dream again once more. 

…

Come late morning, around 11 a.m., you and Hazel have already packed your bags and stuffed them in the trunk of your car. Having taken this route home on numerous occasions already, you didn’t bother typing your address into the GPS before setting off. 

Before leaving town and into the interminable country roads, you stopped by a small family owned convenience store for breakfast. You grabbed a pre-packaged blueberry muffin and a small coffee, while Hazel wandered aimlessly around the store with an indecisive contemplation -which is per usual. Ultimately, she meets you at the counter with an energy drink and a ‘freshly made’ breakfast sandwich -also her usual.

You grin teasingly upon seeing her choice. “You spent all that time deciding, just to get what you always do?”

She shrugs defensively, “I was wondering if I should try something new.”

You huff shaking your head, watching as she hands the cashier her card. 

Hopping back into the car, quiet conversation fills the air. Hazel grabs the aux cord and puts on the road-trip playlist she made just the night before. It’s full of songs and bands the two of you share a liking to, most of which you can scream every word to. 

The drive home is beautiful. It’s full of curvy and long countryside roads, and old historical district villages. Although, your favorite part is around the halfway mark of the drive, where the bundles of farmland are located. Here you pass numerous herds of cattle and their calves, all tucked safely behind mesh wire fences. 

Making this drive with Hazel is something you never thought would be so exciting. You felt like a tour guide of sorts, telling her miniscule stories about random experiences you’ve had in the area. Like how you stopped at one particular gas station on the way home once, and swore to never go back again after you had a near scrap fight with a group of opossums. Or how you once got a flat tire on the side of the road, and the only person who stopped to help you was someone fully dressed in drag. .  

“Sometimes I forget you’re from the middle of nowhere.” Hazel comments. 

“It’s not really in the middle of nowhere.”

“Really?” She retorts, giving you an unimpressed look, “Cause I haven’t seen a proper grocery store for miles.”

“What? We passed like fifty Dollar Generals, which around here is like the equivalent of a Whole Foods.”

She laughs lightly. “That’s exactly my point.”

“Don’t worry,” you chaff. “When we get closer to home, things will start looking a little more developed.”

She smiles with a shake of her head, as she looks back out the window. “You know, you never talk much about where you're from, better yet your family.”

You tense, gripping the steering wheel slightly, unsure of what to say.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Hazel confirms, looking back your way. “How come?”

Her question sounds so innocent, as if she doesn’t know the true extent of where a conversation like this could lead. The two of you have been living in this comfortable bubble for the entirety of its existence. It’s safe here, it’s content. It’s a place where your family can’t come in and hurt you, or even worse, hurt her. 

You’re used to their overtly derogatory teasing, but Hazel isn’t. What if your family steers her away from you, what if she projects their behavior onto you, or starts to perceive you as one of them -they are family after all.  

You finally broke free, went off on your own, and got to choose the people you surround yourself with. Things finally felt like they were in your control. You could keep your family life separate from the one you live away at college. You could keep this perfect balance of family and friends. You could finally separate yourself from your upbringing. But the thought that your family could drive something so perfect out of your life, stressed you out beyond comprehension. 

“Hey,” Hazel interjects, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts. “You alright?”

“Yeah-uh, sorry.” You reply, anxiously tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. 

“It’s okay” She reassures with kind eyes. “You just kind of spaced out there when I asked about your family. Is everything okay?”

You exhale a long breath. Even feeling the motions of it all and knowing this trip could make or break everything with Hazel, you’re aware that she deserves to know. 

“They don’t know, Haze.” you finally blurt. 

She hesitates a moment. Her expression is evidently confused, as she turns down the music. “Who doesn’t know what?”

“My parents. They don’t know. They don’t know I’m…” For some reason, it’s hard to say. You’ve always been comfortable in your sexuality, so why is it so hard to say it now? 

“Gay?” She finishes for you.”They don’t know you like girls?”

You bite your lip, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve told them sooner -long before I even thought of bringing you to them. Which also should’ve been way sooner. I just didn’t know what to say or how to tell them or-”

“So they’re homophobic?” She interrupts.

You stutter on your words, struggling to form a proper response, before letting out a defeated breath. “Kind of?”

“Kind of?”

“Well, they’re not like homophobic in a way where they think gay people shouldn’t have the right to marry or exist. To them it’s more like, ‘i dont care if you’re gay just don’t do that stuff around me’ kind of way. So they are homophobic, but it’s like…it’s just…” You hesitate, glancing at Hazel’s expression carefully. 

For a moment, she stares at you in bafflement. What she could be thinking appears unreadable -that is, until a small laugh escapes her. 

She’s laughing?

“Hazel,” you sigh. ”It’s not funny. I’m serious.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry for laughing,” She apologizes with a waving of her hand. “It’s just… I’ve never heard someone describe it that way.”

“Hazel,” You complain, desperately trying to keep your focus on her and the road. 

She purses her lips as she tries to bite back an amused smile. After a deep exhale, she finally regains her composure and meets your weary expression. “Look, it’s fine they don’t know. I get it, it’s hard coming out, especially to people like that. I don’t expect you to tell them right as we walk through the door. Although, I’d love to see such a dramatic proclamation of your love for me, I understand not telling them. So, you don’t have to… for now.”

She pauses for a moment, placing a comforting hand on your forearm. “But I do wish you would’ve told me about them before bringing me all the way out here. I need to like, be more prepared for a situation like this.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before,” you apologize, wishing you would’ve swallowed your transgressions and told her sooner. “You don’t have to do this anymore. If you’re too uncomfortable-”

“No, I want to.” she interjects. “Things will just be a little more awkward, is all. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“No Hazel, you don’t-... this was a bad idea. I should’ve told you-”

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m okay with it, really.” 

You flatten your lips, dissatisfied with how you’ve made things. Her circumstances are unfair, yet she’s still willing to meet them. 

“Are you sure? I can text my mom, cancel the whole thing, and I can just stay with you on campus for spring break. I’ll make it up to you-”

Hazel interrupts with a stern call of your name. “Seriously, it’s fine”

You switch your worried gaze from the dark roadway to Hazel’s pitying stare. You didn’t think it would be possible, but you begin to think you might want to turn around more than Hazel. You’ve finally built up enough courage to offer for them to meet, and a part of you wonders if it’s for the best, if the timing is even right. 

“It’s just…my relationship with my family is complicated. They’re not… easy people to get along with. I don’t want them to make you feel uncomfortable. I don’t want them to say some dumb shit and hurt you. I don’t want them to ruin things between us. And I’m scared that after this, things between us will change. That you’ll see me differently, like I’m one of them, and want to leave. And, honestly, Hazel, these past few months with you have been really really amazing and I don’t want to lose that …I don’t want to lose you.”

Hazel is silent for a long moment, seemingly mulling something over in her head. And with each passing moment, you get more nervous that she had changed her mind and did, in fact, want to turn around and leave you with your family troubles.

“Pull over,” She suddenly demands.

“What?” 

“Pull over, I want to give you a hug.” She implores with a strange sophistication in her words. “And because you’re crying and probably shouldn’t be driving.”

You hadn’t even realized it before, but tears were streaming down your cheeks, your voice was hoarse, and your vision was far too blurry to be driving in the dark. 

You wipe your tears abashedly with a weak laugh, and pull over onto the side of the empty highway. Shifting the vehicle into park, Hazel’s arms immediately wrap around your shoulders -the unwarranted comfort making you fall apart at the seams. All in one fell swoop, everything comes crashing down. 

You tuck your head between her shoulder and neck, desperately attempting to suppress the lump in your throat. Her affection is warm and safe. To you, her embrace isn’t a new feeling, yet, it’s still somehow refreshing. Like a much-needed breath of fresh air, or a sip of ice water on a hot day. 

“You’re not going to lose me because of them. Nothing they say or do will ever change how I feel about you, alright?” she whispers over your shoulder. 

You nod, unsure if you can trust your own voice. 

She let's go, placing a small peck on your cheek. Her palms cradle your face as she stares into your eyes. “Everything is going to work out just fine. And if it doesn’t, we’ll leave. Simple as that.”

You nod once more, hating how speechless you feel. Here she was, sacrificing her spring break to meet your homophobic parents, yet she’s the one comforting you. 

“Alright. Now, switch seats with me. I’m driving now.”

Not even bothering to argue, you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the driver door. 

You type in your address into the GPS, and allow Hazel to take the wheel. 

…

Pulling into the rocky driveway, your heart’s in your ears and there’s a knot in your stomach. If the prolonged carsickness from the car ride didn’t make you throw up, walking through that front door surely will. 

Hazel puts the car in park and turns the ignition off. “You okay?”

You stare at the dash, eyes glued straight ahead and you nod slowly. 

A hand grabs yours, squeezing it three times over, a gesture you have yet to understand but never fails to ease your racing heart. Glancing at this impossibly calm and collected girl next to you, you wonder how you ever got so lucky to be a part of her world. It seems nearly inconceivable. She’s too good to be true, too good for you. 

Flashing a weak smile, you open the passenger door and step out into the cold air. 

The sun has set into darkness, as the crickets chirp in a harmonious choir. One thing you did miss about home were the quiet nights. Compared to the college town, where police sirens were an atmospheric staple and the oxygen is thick with pollution, your hometown was silent. Everything could be heard throughout the still nights, including your favorite calls of the mourning dove. 

You ultimately decide to leave your bags in the car, figuring you’ll grab them after dinner, which is supposedly ready according to the text your mom sent ten minutes prior to your arrival. So, not wanting them to wait another moment to eat, the two of you walk to the front door. 

Typically, when you visit home, you barge through the door, not bothering to announce yourself. It’s your home after all. But this time, being so filled with nerves, you knock. 

“Come in,” your mother's voice beckons from inside, followed by the excited barking of the family dog. 

The moment you open the door, two paws meet your abdomen. “Hey, buddy,” You shakily greet, ruffling the dog's head, as his tail wags excitedly. 

“Hazel, this is Ru,” You introduce sliding off your shoes. 

Ru is the name everyone decided on, and the one you came up with. Though you never had the heart to tell your family you named him after Rupaul. But it’s funnier if they don’t know. 

“Hi Ru,” Hazel coos, squatting to the pups level, allowing him to sniff her hand, to which he immediately accepts. Originally, your family wanted a guard dog. Instead they got Ru, who wouldn't hurt a fly.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest?” Hazel laughs, flopping his ears. Already you could tell the dog loved her. Seeing her with Ru, both of them lighting up at the interaction, made things feel slightly better, like everything might turn out alright.

“Hey, hun!” Your mom greets, rounding the entrance corner, her arms open wide. 

“Hi,” You put on your best smile while wrapping your arms around her, using every last piece of willpower to suppress the nerves. 

“Missed you,” she reminds, pulling away before her gaze quickly drifts to the girl behind you. 

“Mom, this is Hazel.”

Something falters behind your mother's stare, and in an instant you notice her subtle surprise. Indeed, not a boy.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Hazel stands, offering her hand.

“Nice to meet you,” She shakes her hand briefly with a smile, then turns back to you. “Where are your bags?”

“Oh, we left them in the car. Didn’t want to hold up dinner any longer, you know?”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she brushes off, as she saunters back to the kitchen, “But after dinner, I’ll send your father out there to help you unload all your stuff.”

“Speaking of which, where is he?” You ask, gesturing for Hazel to follow you further into the home. 

Your mother scoffs, grabbing the plates from the pantry. “Bathroom, you know how he is.”

“Gross, I’m eating.” A voice calls from the dining table. 

You peek your head around the corner to find your sister, who not surprisingly didn’t wait for your arrival to eat. “Good to see you too.” You tease.

She nods, her mouth full of food. 

Looking at the stove, you find fresh cooked salmon, cubed baked sweet potatoes, and charred asparagus. If there is a second thing you missed about home, it’s the home-cooked meals. 

“Dinner looks good, mom.” You smile, grabbing a plate for both you and Hazel. 

“Thank you,” She chirps, filling her plate and looking at Hazel who has been shadowing your side. “Please, help yourselves to whatever.”

“Thank you so much,” Hazel lightly mutters, joining your side to fill her plate. “And thank you for having me. I know it’s last minute.” 

“No worries. It’s always nice to have a new guest.” 

Finally taking a seat at the table, Hazel sits by your side. You could tell she was being overly conscious of how close she sat next to you. Despite knowing she only wanted to avoid unwanted attention, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Her comforting presence is an inescapable desire, one that you cannot have -not here. 

“You know, when you said a friend, they thought you were finally bringing home a boy.” your sister ridicules from the seat across from you. 

A distaste for your sister settles on your tongue. Of course that was the first thing she’s said since you arrived. It didn’t matter that it was a diss towards you. What mattered was how Hazel glanced in your direction -a mix of dejection and pity- it killed you. 

“Well…” you begin, unsure of how to respond to such a remark. “It's best not to assume things, is it?”

Her eyes flare with amusement, indicating she wasn’t expecting a defensive remark. It wasn’t like you to respond in such a way, but these are different circumstances.

Without introduction, your father walks in with his plate in hand. On his way to his seat, he plants a small pat on your shoulder. “Good to see you home for once.”

You smile flatly. Every time you visited home, the subject of your frequent absence was always brought up. Even with the easy drive home, Christmas and Spring break were the only times of year that you ever visited home. 

“Um,” You clear your throat, “Dad, this is Hazel.”

Directing his attention to the girl, he offers a curt nod. “So, what are you majoring in Hazel?”

Mentally, you roll your eyes, because of course that’s his first question. 

“Uh, engineering, sir.”

His expression lightens, “Really? That’s a pretty good one, make a lot of money in that field.”

“Yeah, definitely. But it’s very competitive, so we’ll see how it goes.” 

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” Your mom chimes in, as she takes a seat next to your sister. 

Hazel smiles warmly, “Thank you.” 

“Hazel actually got a perfect score last semester on her Calculus three final,” You bud in, trying desperately to keep a conversation floating.  

“Wow, calculus, huh?” your dad replies, evidently impressed. “How’d you pull that off?”

“Well, I’m pretty accustomed to the formulas by now. I’ve been working with this sort of thing ever since I joined the fight club in high school and made…” She pauses, reconsidering her story. “I just helped everyone with their calculus homework, really.”

“Wait, did you say fight club?” Your sister adds. “Like the Brad Pitt movie?”

“Yeah -um, it wasn’t necessarily a fight club, more like a self-defense club. You know, for female solidarity and stuff.” 

“Oh, well that’s very cool,” Your mom comments. “You know, we made y/n take a self-defense class before going to college.”

“Really?” Hazel questions, eyes lightening with surprise as she turns to you.

“Mhm,” your mother grins proudly. “best of her class.”

“What? Why did I never know this?” 

You shrug with the first genuine smile you’ve mustered since the night began. “I don’t know, I never thought to mention it.”

She lightly laughs, making your nerves ease ever so slightly. 

The night goes on as the conversation picks up. Hazel and your family exchange  stories, jokes, and current happenings in their lives. Things are looking up, you think. Dinner has long been eaten, and no one has even bothered to move from the table. The earlier tension has finally dissolved into an air of comfortability, and your nerves have finally settled into an ease. As far as you could tell, your family has found a liking for Hazel.

You made a deal with yourself.  Before spring break ends, you’d indefinitely tell them. The only question is, how would you find the proper timing? Things are going so well now, what if telling them ruins it? 

Eventually, Hazel excuses herself, discreetly asking you for directions to the bathroom. You stood, grabbing both your plates and pointing her in the general direction down the hall. 

 Discarding the plates into the dishwasher, you return to your seat on the table, hazel now absent from your side. Without her comforting presence, the energy seems to shift in the room. There is a thick silence among your family. For a moment, you can’t tell if it’s all in your head. Although, almost in an instant, your earlier hopes for a peaceful spring break dispel into thin air.  

“So, your friend Hazel.” Your sister begins. 

You look up expectantly, awaiting some derogatory remark with deep trepidation. 

“She’s got a personality, doesn’t she?”

You narrow your eyes, “What does that mean?” 

“She’s just different is all.” 

“Yeah but what does that mean?” You ask once more with impatience, eyes darting between each of your family members, looking for some unknown answer. 

“She just means,” Your mother adds, “She’s a lot more different from your other friends. She’s…”

“Funny,” Your dad finishes, though it’s not a compliment. It’s a passive tone, one you know all too well. 

“Funny?”

Your sister shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, the way she dresses, her hair, her humor. It’s all just different from what we’re used to.” 

“So…You don’t like her?” you question with a twinge of hurt. Wherever this is going, you dread it. That same tangled ball of nerves in your stomach have finally resurfaced, and all it took was for Hazel to leave the room. 

Your dad scoffs, “You know that's not what we’re saying, y/n. “ 

“Yeah we like her she’s just-”

“Different, yeah I got it. You don’t have to say it a million times.”

“You don’t have to get so defensive about it. It’s not that big of a deal,” Your sister remarks with a condescending laugh, “I mean, what? Are we not allowed to talk about her?”

“Not the moment she leaves the room, no. That’s fucking weird and condescending.”

“Hey!” Your dad warns. “Watch your mouth.”

You feel at a loss for words. Everything is escalating so fast. From what you observed, everyone was having a good time. Why do they have to go and ruin it? How could they be so insolent? 

“I don’t see why you’re getting so defensive about her though?” Your sister adds. “It’s not like we’re saying anything bad.”

“No, but you’re making passive comments, and I can tell what you’re actually thinking, and it hurts my feelings that you think that way.”

“Oh god forbid we hurt your feelings,” Your father claims. 

The hurt is soon replaced with anger, as your father’s remark seeps into your skin. After all these years of growing up with them by your side, you’ve never seen them so… ugly. You knew they weren’t the most agreeable people, but this was a whole new side.  “Why would you-”

“We’re sorry, honey,“ Your mom interrupts. “We don’t mean to upset you. You’re right, it’s rude to talk about someone when they're out of the room.”

You give her a disbelieving look. “It doesn’t matter if she’s here or not! The stuff you're saying still sucks, and it’s weird, and all of you are being rude.”

“Oh my god, we aren’t even saying anything bad! We just said she’s different from your other friends.” Your sister complains. 

You groan, “Yeah and you keep saying different and not actually elaborating on what you mean.” 

“Y/n, honey, calm down.”

“No! I wanna know what does ‘different’ mean? What does that mean to you?”

A subtle silence envelopes the air, a heavy, understanding silence. You aren’t mad because you don’t understand what they’re saying; You're mad because you do. You want to hear them say it. You need to hear them say it. 

“You know what we mean,” Your sister finally confides. 

It takes everything in you to not burst at the seams. Can they not even say it? Was it that hard for them? 

“Why can’t all of you just be… supportive, unconditionally.”

Your dad shakes his head, “Why does it matter what we think anyway?” 

“Because, she’s my girlfriend!” You cry. The moment the words finally reveal themselves, a weight is lifted off your chest.

The room falls silent, their faces painted with complete bewilderment.

“We’ve been together for five months now. And I didn’t want to tell you guys because I knew you would react this way, and I knew you wouldn’t understand, or in the very least, even try to. But it turns out, I don’t even need to tell you she’s my girlfriend for all of you to absolutely lose your shit! I mean, you’re my family for Christ's sake! I just wish you’d be a little more supportive, or at least have a heart when I tell you i’m…I-” The rest of your words fail to fall from your mouth, as they bubble up behind the lump forming in your throat. 

They give no response, not even one from your father to correct your language. They simply stare, and it’s an unbearable silence, one that fills you with an impending dread. One that holds the weight of all that is unspoken. One that says absolutely nothing, yet everything all at once. 

Maybe it’s disgust or maybe it’s shock, yet the uncertainty of their expressions remains. All that can be certain is the very fact that you can’t be here anymore.  

Though, all you can manage to do is study their contemplative stares. You study them with a pained glare til your eyes drift to the hall, where Hazel stands in the entrance. You don’t know how long she’s been there, but with her sympathetic yet ultimately, disappointed expression, you presume she's been there long enough. Now, only one thought floats through your mind: Hazel shouldn’t have to be here.

You abruptly stand from the table and pace out the door.  “Thank you for dinner,” You mutter, as you grab your keys and wallet off the counter. You take Hazel’s hand without meeting her eyes, and usher her out the door. 

Faintly, you hear your mother call out from the kitchen, though her voice only mumbles under the rumbling thoughts in your head. 

It’s funny, you thought the worst response would be one of disapproval. But it turns out, no response is worse. With no words spoken, you don’t know what they’re thinking. Sure, the silence is enough to make you want to curl up inside yourself and disappear, but you can’t tell if it was shock or dismay. 

Before you can open the driver door, Hazel cuts in front of you, giving a knowing look. She was going to drive, no questions asked. And you had no energy left to argue, so without another word, you hop in the passenger seat and tuck your knees to your chest, holding back the fountain of tears that threaten to spill. 

As the car leaves the neighborhood, Hazels sits behind the wheel with the same face as before. You don’t know if the disappointment in her eyes is for you or your family. Or maybe it’s both, being of the same blood and all. You are them, and they are you; they are you, and you are them. It doesn’t matter either way, because they’re family. And when you needed their approval most, they chewed it up and spit it out.

They’re the people that are supposed to support you most, they’re supposed to love you unconditionally. But when it comes to a love that is unconventional to them, all that goes out the window. Maybe simply being their daughter wasn’t enough.

All these interminable, chastising thoughts suddenly come to a halt, when the hand that’s been anxiously gripping your shin, is pulled away.  Your eyes drift upward to find Hazel’s hand intertwined in yours. Her eyes are glued to the road in such a steadfast way, you begin to wonder if she’s even paying attention to her driving. She seemed out of it, lost in her own world. Til, she flips on the blinker and makes the turn out of your hometown.

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

Fine I'll talk about Bridgerton

One thing this season made really clear to me is that Lady Whistledown is in a way a coping mechanism. It was stared by a lonely, neglected, unhappy seventeen year old girl who felt like she could scream until she collapsed to the ground and it would be into a void because no one would fucking listen to her.

Her mother constantly berates and criticises her, her father (while alive) barely speaks to her and is seen off to the side drinking when he's meant to be chaperoning her, her sisters are openly cruel to her and are still favoured by their mother. She has few friends, and the two relationships she holds closest both have significant blocks to them, with Colin it's her unrequited feelings and..... tbh her and Eloise's friendship is a whole different post and while they clearly mean the world to each other, there where fundamentally issues long before Lady Whistledown was so much as a drop of ink. I think they are both at fault for them and I love both of them, but Eloise's biggest issue comes from just not listening to her and in general as a person having a bad case of tunnel vision and hyper focusing on certain things while completely missing others.

Pen is outcast from society from the moment she steps foot in it, ridiculed and despised by those around her and bullied by girls her age for literally no fucking reason. She is seen as unattractive and undesirable, she believes the fundamentally human want to be loved a silly childish delusion because she is told from every angle that she is not worth it. She's not even worth listening to.

I think her resentment and hurt had been building for a while, she's never under any assumption that she will be treated or seen better. How could she be? When she is constantly reminded how much she fails to be what is wanted or respected or valued, primarily by her own damn family. Still, she's a kind girl. She's sweet and attentive and a good listener, she's patient and reliable and, before Whistledown started, probably extremely loyal, if how much guilt she felt whenever she genuinely betrayed someone says anything. She's someone who has never felt or had any power, who has so much hurt and resent and bitterness from years of this shit building and building.

But she's also smart and witty and funny and extremely intelligent. She has a talent for writing and words and clearly has the potential to be successful. I think being pushed into society a year earlier than she wanted (again, because her mother wouldn't listen) pushed her over the edge. She wrote her observations, the things she learnt from being pushed to the side for so long down, and published them. I don't think she ever intended for it to be as big as it was, and I think the bigger it got and still gets the more in over her head she is. Because for once people listened, for once people cared, for once what she thought and said and worked for mattered.

It is a young girl gaining her first glimpse at power and being deeply unprepared for the consequences. When things go wrong and she doesn't know what to do and no one will listen to her as Penelope, this is the only way she can make them. No matter how disastrous the affects, using Whiseldown gets results, it just also hurts people, pushing her further and further down this cycle where Whistledown is one of the only thing that makes her feel better and allows her to process the things in her life, while hurting the people around her and making her more dependent on it.

She truly meant to give up Whistledown after the disaster with Eloise, but on that night she had her connection or trust from the two people who she cared about and who cared about her the most broken. With the fight with Eloise and then overhearing Colin she lost both of them in the span of an hour, what else dose she have aside from her writing?

And again at the ball in episode one. Even after a complete upheaval of her entire look she still fails to talk to those guys, she still isn't enough, it's proof it is not her youth or her mother influence something fundamental in her can't do this. Then Cressida rips her dress with Eloise standing right there, then Colin comes and (even tho she is incorrect) confirms to her that he too, is embarrassed by her. So what dose she do? When she's miserable and powerless? She writes. She takes it all out in Whistledown and says the (admittedly true which is why it hurt so much tbh) cruel things about Colin, which she regrets literally a day later after actually talking to him. Adding more guilt and keeping her stuck in this cycle.

It's a business definitely, and there are many parts of Whistledown she genuinely enjoys, but I don't think it's good for her. It hurts the people around her and it hurts herself, she's in over her head and definitely knows she should stop, but I don't think she knows how. She doesn't let herself rely on others enough to be okay without this one thing that has allowed her to cope and be heard and respected and valued. That's also why I think she couldn't have stopped before this season, now she's finally getting that, she's finally being listened to and respected and valued and being told she is worth something. Not by many people, and it is still too new to change the fundamental thought patters about it she has, but it's a start.

Now she just has to grapple with that fact that this thing that has given her a voice and found her comfort might just be the dealbreaker for the real people in her life who can actually offer her the love and care and respect she deserves and craves and has been denied for so so long. It sucks and it's a cycle she can't get out of now, she's made her own trap without knowing how she did it.

That's what happens when a 17 year olds coping mechanism continues and grows and expands for years, when people unknowing pay to see more of it, and when she doesn't really know what else to do. Whistledown is Pens choice and all her actions for better or worse, but it would not exist without the context of her life. It would not exist if Portia was a better mother, if she had better sisters or a better family. It would not exist of other girls her age were kinder to her, if they excluded her a little less. It would not exist if she were not seen as a lost cause for love before she had the chance to try. Lady Whistledown would not exist if someone just fucking listened to her.

[milkpup]

✧ stoner! choso ramble thing ✧

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›› choso x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: drugs (weed)

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, switch!choso, dom choso at first then he's all soft at the end WOOO,making out, smoking, swapping smoke? idk how to describe it, groping, light smut i guess?

‹𝟹 notes: thank u to my pookie @navi-n0 for the great idea :3 inspired by @comicalgrievance (read their stoner choso i am begging T_T!!!!!) idk if i'll write more, although i like stoner!choso so maybe owo but i just wanted to thirst abt him rn frfr, i like choso more as subby but tbh switch choso is pretty fire ngl LMAO

Choso was happy when he found out you smoked. He was even more thrilled when he found out you were like a fucking chimney, the only one who could match him that he’d ever met.

You both regularly had seshes together, taking turns rolling for each other or packing bowls. He thought it was cute you would use pink papers and add dried herbs, but he’d never admit it to you.

It was his turn, and you were sitting next to him as he was grinding the herb and placing it on the paper. He leaned over to kiss you, taking a momentary break to leave your mouth sloppy. “open, princess.” your lips were covered in sloppy lip gloss, and Choso admired it as he spit into your mouth. “lick it,” he says as he lifts the joint to your lips. you didn’t think it would be so hot to seal a joint this way, but your body said otherwise. “good girl,” he purrs as he pets your head. Your cheeks are flaring and your body feels like a furnace.

Choso isn’t usually dominant in general, but his aura changes sometimes, especially if he’s higher than an astronaut. It was a good change of pace, and you welcomed it.

“Ladies first,” he says as he places the joint between your lips, and sparking the lighter under it. You inhale the unbeatable taste, and you noticed Choso added some dried up flowers and herbs like you had shown him. You smiled at the thought knowing you influenced Choso.

You exhale, passing the joint to Choso and watch him take the longest and fattest hit he possibly could have. He looks like a dragon, grinning from ear to ear as he exhales out of his nose. You chuckle at the sight.

Choso’s eyes lock onto yours as he asks you a question. “Can I try something with you?” Although his question was more in the essence of a statement, he didn’t give you much of a chance to respond as he inhales a long puff from the joint and crashes his lips into yours in the next moment.

He kisses you for only a moment, as his hand locks around your neck and pulls you closer into him. He seals your lips together, exhaling and sharing the smoke. Your mouth fills with the smoke as you inhale. Choso pulls your lips apart, a string of saliva still connecting to you two.

You look over at him through the haze of the smoke, your cheeks flaring and heat pooling in your core. “My turn.” You say as he passes the joint to you.

You push Choso down on the couch beside you as you take a long drag of the joint. You’re straddling his lap as you lean down and kiss him. You bite his lip softly as you exhale smoke into his mouth. Your hands are snaking down his abdomen, and you lift his shirt up, pulling his sweats down. A blush is covering his face as you work your hands over his boxers.

“Can you do that again, please?”

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Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: This chapter is NC-17. They finally do it.

Warning: Swearing, sex, Cupcake is chatty and prolly a little bratty. Buggy is a worried boyfriend. Lots of talking during sex but its their first time together and I had a feeling it would happen tbh. Communication is key.

A/N: It starts. I aint a pro at writing porn.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 9

Morning came with Buggy practically on top of you as he slept, arms wrapped around you with your legs tangled together. You were waking up, trying to stretch your muscles, but it was difficult with your current position. Your head felt a little tender but the bandage managed to stay on. Sighing, you tried to wriggle away from him but he just tightened his hold on you. 

“Buggy, babe, I gotta pee.” You told him as you tried to shake him awake. “Lemme go.”

“Few more minutes.” He mumbled against your neck where he was currently nestled against. You rolled your eyes and managed to reach his ass, giving him a pinch which seemed to shock him awake. You took the chance to get out of bed to get to the toilet to have a few minutes of privacy. After washing your hands, you sighed when you saw the water splashed onto your shirt. You didn’t want to go back to bed with that on so you stripped the shirt off.

Once you were done, you checked the bandage before going back to the bedroom and crawling back into bed, snuggling up against him as he continued dozing. His arms went back around you and he pulled you against him, never bothering to open his eyes.

“How's your head?” He asked as he tucked his face back against your neck as your fingers slid up and down his bare arm slowly. “Do you feel okay today?”

“Mm, I feel fine. It's a little tender but I'm okay.” You told him as you closed your eyes. “I just wanna sleep for the rest of the day.”

“Don't see why not.” Buggy sighed as he tilted his head enough to start peppering kisses along your neck. “I'll keep you company. Call it a day off for both of us.” He opened one eye and looked you over. “Where’s your shirt?”

“Yea, but there’s um, I got things to do.” You murmured as his hand moved between your legs. “Like… things. Laundry. My shirt got wet in the bathroom, so I should get out of bed and start working on laundry.”

“The captain orders you to stay in bed.” Was his response as his fingers slid over the crotch of your underwear, teasing you and causing you to gasp. “This okay?”

You could only nod, a moan escaping you as he pushed your panties aside, dipping into your folds as he sucked a spot on your neck. You spread your legs for him, eyes closed as he touched you. He mumbled something against your skin before ripping your underwear off, tossing them aside before shifting positions and settling himself between your legs. He moved your legs over his shoulders, resting them there as he dragged his tongue over your slit, looking up at you. 

It took you a moment to register what was happening. One moment he was kissing your neck and now he was down between your legs, smirking up at you as he held your legs apart, tongue swirling around your clit before dragging over your entrance. It was almost too much for a moment, the sensation, and you had only ever had one partner before this and that was years ago, one time with the neighbor’s son when you both were 19, and it was dumb and uncomfortable and you didn’t think you’d want to try it again unless it was the right partner. 

And currently your partner was using his Devil Fruit powers on you.

While he stayed between your legs, arms holding your legs apart for him, his hands were on your breasts, kneading them, pinching and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. You were gripping the bed sheets in your hands, moaning and whimpering for him as he sucked on your clit. 

And Buggy wanted this to be perfect for you, your first time with him. He held off for months, wanting you to feel safe and comfortable with him, only ever kissing you and holding you. Last night would have been it had the two of you not been interrupted, so this morning seemed like the best time. No one would dare wake the captain up unless it was serious.

One of his hands left your breast, moving down between your legs as Buggy pulled back for a moment. You lifted your head to look at him, confusion on your face, and before you could ask what was wrong, he pressed a finger into you as he watched you for a reaction, making sure you were okay. Your head fell back against the pillows as you sighed loudly. 

“Fuck, Buggy, don’t stop like that.” You managed to say as you reached down, placing your hand on his head and pushing down gently. “Please don’t stop.”

“Mm, don’t tell the captain what to do.” He retorted, finger pumping into you slowly. “D’you want me to actually fuck you, Cupcake?”

“Yes, asshole, obviously!” You whined. “I wanted you to fuck me last night!”

“I wasn’t going to do it when I was upset!” Buggy told you as he pushed in a second finger. “I want this to be romantic and… and great for you, okay? I don’t want to hurt you!”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on his hair gently as his fingers curled, brushing over your g-spot. While you appreciated him being thoughtful, you wanted him to fuck you into the mattress. You weren’t as fragile as he seemed to think you were. You were about to tell him, let him know you wanted him to actually fold you in half and get with it already, when his mouth was back on your clit as he fingered you. You were moaning for him, pushing on the back of his head as he kept his attention on your clit. 

He wanted to ask if you were okay but you were pushing down on his head, not wanting him to stop just yet, and he decided to add a third finger. Your juices were coating his fingers, he could feel you clench, your breathing hitched and he gave your clit a final suck which had you cumming, gripping his hair and pulling his hair as you cried out for him. 

“Ya still want me to fuck you?” He asked, smirking up at you from between your legs, the makeup on his face more smudged than before and his chin and lips coated in your juices. You nodded, pulling on his hair again, but he managed to get you to let go, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head as he sat up and stripped off his pants. He spat into his hand, giving himself a few strokes before pressing the tip against you and pushing his hips forward. 

He released your wrists and you reached for him, pulling him down on top of you as you kissed him. He put one hand on your hip while the other rested on the bed as he pressed in all the way, bottoming out before giving you a moment to adjust. He could feel you tense up, the hitch in your breathing at the sudden fullness. He stilled, rubbing your hip slowly as he kissed you, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. 

“You good, Cupcake?” He asked, breaking the kiss as he studied your face. You nodded after a moment, rocking your hips against his. “Use your words.”

“‘m fine, Buggy.” You mumbled, nails digging into his back. “Please fuck me now.”

“You'll tell me if it's too much, right?” 

You nodded first but when he didn't move you sighed. ‘Y-Yea, I'll tell you.”

“Good.” He murmured as he began to move his hips slowly, wanting to make sure you were okay at first. You knew he was afraid of hurting you, and you appreciated he was taking it slow, but you had little patience. He hesitated for just a moment before he started to pick up the pace, moaning when your muscles clenched around him as your nails scratched along his back. He grabbed your hands, once more pinning them above your head.

You gasped when he did that, feeling his hand tighten around your wrists as he angled his hips. Moaning, crying, whimpering, those were the sounds that escaped you as he started fucking you harder. He kept his eyes on your face, looking for any signs of discomfort, but you had shut your eyes, mouth open as you panted softly. When his cock hit that sweet spot, your eyes shot open and you cried out for him.

“Ah, fuck, Buggy! More!” 

He just nodded, feeling his heart skip a beat when you cried his name like that. His lips crashed against yours as his hips slammed into his at an almost bruising pace. He wasn't going to last long, hearing the sounds you were making or how you felt around him. It wasn't until he let go of your wrists, his hand moving between your bodies to touch your clit that you came undone after just a few touches of his fingers. He followed after, swearing and moaning your name as he came, sinking into you as he dropped on top of you.

You grunted at the weight of his body on top of yours. “Um, you okay?”

He just nodded as he pulled out of you. “Uh, yea, fine. Just fine.”

“You sure?” You pulled him back down beside you, kissing him on the forehead as his arms went around you. He just nodded. “Okay, now can I really have the day off if I spend it in bed with you?”

“Of course.” He mumbled as he pressed his lips to your neck and throat. “Captain's orders.”

~

The only time the two of you left the bedroom was to get breakfast and lunch, other than that Buggy kept you naked in bed with him while he explored your body. When he needed time to recharge in between sessions, he would be using his hands and mouth to have you screaming his name for him. 

It went on for a while until you were finally tapping out, literally tapping him on the shoulders with both hands as he had you cumming on his tongue for what you were certain was the millionth time since lunch.

“Break, I need a break, Buggy!” You panted out. “Too, um, too much.”

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, fuck, just need a break.” You told him as you stretched out on the bed. “Fuck, aren't you tired? Your tongue isn't cramping?”

He shrugged as he moved to lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you against him. You sighed and leaned into him, pressing your face into his neck as you closed your eyes. 

“I dunno if my legs work.” You mumbled as his fingers slid down your back slowly. “I'm going to be walkin’ bow legged for a few days.”

Buggy shrugged, resting his hand in the middle of your back. “Was it too much?”

“No.” You said as you reached up to play with his hair. “You don't have to worry, babe. I'm not going to break if you're a little too rough.”

“I'd never be rough with you.” He frowned. “Why would I be?”

“I'm not saying you would be, I'm just saying don't treat me like I'm going to break.” You told him. “Babe, I trust you, okay?”

“I know, but-”

You leaned up to kiss him, cutting him off before you sat up. “I'm just saying that… for example, I liked it when you held my wrists, y’know? And I'm glad you check in with me, but I'm not going to shatter if like, you fuck me a little too hard.”

Buggy nodded though he had a frown on his face. The thought of causing you any amount of pain, intentional or not, didn't sit well with him. He was glad you trusted him enough to say that but he was hesitant. He didn't want to put you through anything you might regret. 

You touched his cheek, caressing softly before you kissed him again. “I trust you, Buggy.”

“I trust you too, Cupcake.” He murmured as he turned his head to kiss your palm softly. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

You sighed softly and smiled. “I know you aren't, babe.”

[princess-ibri]

It's great to write for the established characters as well as create new OCs, but have you ever done the relatively rare thing of picking out a nameless background character and giving them a name and backstory?

I have actually yes! There's been quite a few background characters I've had little head canons for, mostly from Beauty and the Beast,like the guy driving the cart at the beginning is Lefou's older brother, and the girl he waves to is the older sister of the littlr blonde girl Belle pats on the head.

Or the Little Mermaid 2, with the kids, human and mer. I had names for all of them at one point but can't remember them now xD The blonde merboy was Urchin from The Little Mermaid Animated Series' son though.

The one reall obscure ones I got into were some people in the very last scene of Beauty and the Beast.

There's a girl in green I was going to have her be an apprentice to the Enchantress. But I ended up scrapping the story idea, before I ever did any art, it just no longer fit in with what I was making with my DisneyVerse. But perhaps I'll go back and rework who I think she is one day.

There was also this handsome looking bloke who I had the idea of being a half-brother/illegitimate brother of Prince Adam due to the similarities but decided to nix that idea.

Atm he's the human form of the Music Box, deleted character who was expanded in comics to be the only enchanted object in the castle that started out as an object, not a human. In my version he gained a human form when everyone else turned back, and he looks like young Prince Adam because the music box was a cherised toy of the prince when he was young.

(But tbh I'm not entirely sold on that idea either but its there for now)

Also I'm fairly sure this tall lady in green is the Enchantress

More info about the Music Box under the cut

Taken from the article on the Disney Wiki which I can verify is true because I actually happen to have this comic. But its in one of my many boxes now as I'm moving :p

Oh but they have a picture of the cover/production art so that works too!

In a short-lived comic book series set before the events of Beauty and the Beast (not to be confused with the Marvel comic book series set during Belle's stay at the castle), the Music Box was given a very important part in one issue (specifically Issue 1).

In that issue, it is explained to Chip by Mrs. Potts that unlike the other enchanted objects, the Music Box was never human, and he has been in fact the Beast/Prince's favorite toy. Although Chip along with the Beast likes his music, Cogsworth tends to look down on the Music Box as a "primitive creature".

In an amusing scene where Lumiere tries to coach the Beast in the art of courting by using Fifi (here called Marie) as an example, the Music Box is called on to supply the dance music. The Beast has grown to depend on the Music Box to lull him to sleep with his music, so that when he accidentally smashes him during one of his tantrums, he is devastated.

Lumiere and even Cogsworth are grieved as well, commenting that although he was different than the rest of them, he had a "heart" just the same, and are left wondering if they can put him back together again. The fact that he is seen in the movie at the Battle scene as well as during the Marvel Comic would seem to indicate the positive.

Thanks for the ask!

[uncreative-cryptid]

Valerian Intimacy Levels

more or less a draft tho cause tbh did these while sick and dont have motivation to fully go through them BUT i may edit/change things in the future as i continue to feel things out for this oc so .. draft

look shiny rocks i found on pinterest to distract you!

Intimacy Lv. I

A Haunted Aura To anyone merely passing by, Valerian would seem to be an odd fellow. Cheery demeanor, coy smile, and exaggerated gestures, it was easy to write him off in passing as nothing more than eccentric.

However, is knowledge of the many minerals in Jinzhou have been invaluable to many seeking to know more.

From salesmen, to painters, to even exiles, knowledge on valuable minerals and their many uses comes in handy.

However, many have made note that whenever Valerian is asked of the minerals in Tiger's Maw, the air about him seems to change ever so slightly, yet the strange shift is brushed off quickly.

He will always offer his information, perhaps mention he used to do explorations in the area, but has since retired from that line of work as his wanderlust has him going further along than ever.

Intimacy Lv. II

A Wild Unknown: Tamed If you asked any of Valerian's siblings, they would have told you he was a rebellious child even against their parents.

Rough housing in the yard, running away from house maids, jumping in muddy puddles beside the ladies in long dresses; Valerian was a known force by his parents as unable to be tamed.

Even into his teen years, Valerian was a difficult child, who shunned his parents' favor of his younger siblings outright to chase and explore the outside with the family dog.

Swinging from trees, throwing stones at passing folk, chasing nearby green tailed rabbits, digging holes with the excarats, Valerian was truly a spirit untamed.

However, it only took one encounter with a girl from his school, for things to change.

Fondly, Valerian will recall the way he sat on his heels, listening to her sing as she danced down the road, and his unceremonious fall from the branch he'd been occupying.

Intimacy Lv. III

Wanderlust Despite being quite rowdy, and shunning the sciences of the New Federation, Valerian made good marks in school and would find himself desiring to know more of the world.

"Come with me," Valerian said, holding a woman's hands in his own. "Come with me, and let's explore together. Your dancing, your voice .. it deserves somewhere better than here!"

Both hands grasped around her own, and Valerian looked at the auburn haired woman as he pleaded with her, yet despite his fluttering heart, his smile was as bright as the sun.

"Let's run away together,"

"Valerian-"

"I'll build us a house, and make you new jewelry, and I'll buy that grand piano you've always wanted."

Valerian had fallen to his knees, looking into her eyes as he couldn't control his laughter when she smiled back at him, truly, for the first time as the weight of their family names melted away.

"I do."

She replied.

Intimacy Lv. IV

Heartbeats in C Minor "Easy, easy!"

Small hands slammed the ivory keys, metal strings vibrating violently to the aggressive hit, but his laughter warmed the space as he picked up his daughter.

"No need to be so aggressive, sunshine, the piano isn't going anywhere."

"I want to play like you!"

"Alright, alright, I can take a hint."

Valerian sat at the piano with his daughter on his lap, thinking briefly of how to begin their first lesson.

A few plunks here and there, and soon she had a grasp of the simple tune. Quietly, as he was watching her work her way through the small tune, a small recorder was set nearby on the little side table while the smell of stew began to fill the little home.

"Great job, sunshine."

Intimacy Lv. V

Kaleidoscope

The rain pulled upwards from the grounds.

Screams and wails echoed all around, the scent of blood and smoke heavy on the humid air. Figures of mist passed by, disappearing when they hit his shoulder.

Eyes wide, irises glancing around for anything that made sense, pupils blown wide from the adrenaline.

Blood coated his face and shoulder. The Tacet Discords laid about, empty shells scattered all around, the man on his knees as he looked at the two bodies that laid before him.

He had sworn they were monsters, beasts, wrought in thickened skin and purple flesh, with piercing yellow core and wide open maw.

Air barely left his lungs as the grip on the pistol loosened slightly.

"You really are a monster, after all, aren't you?"

A voice spoke.

He'd sharply pointed his gun towards the voice, head turned to look, eyes blown wide with fear, and understanding.

The rain brushed up his face, catching on his jaw, but the tears fell down his cheeks like a waterfall, the light of his resonance gleaming like a kaleidoscope through the waters.

[miusmusings]

Gmmtv 2025 Thoughts Tag Game

Rules: write your thoughts on all the gmmtv series pilots released today (or just the ones you plan to watch) and tag any 3 (or more! or less!) ppl whose thoughts you wanna know about!

We actually have quite an assortment of shows this year, so much variety!! Woo!! And very little school and uni too, count me a happy cow!

Dare You To Death - I'm not a big fan of JoongDunk (tho I do enjoy Joong alone), but the story is interesting. But it doesn't stand out much with all the offering we have from gmm this year. Will I watch this? If I'm very bored/in a watchy mood and this comes up on my yt page

Head to Head - I'm sold on the chemistry but the story is an old one. I do enjoy a good enemies to lovers, but unless it gets stellar reviews from folks here, i won't be taking a peek

Burnout Syndrome - THE SHOW THAT COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLL. It had OffGun, it has Dew. Gmm could have gone along and given us whole OffDewGun tbh. Oh well. I don't much enjoy love triangles, but GOTH GUN? WITH BLACK LIPSTICK??? and EVERYTHING Dew and Gun have going together? Don't mind if i do~

I Love "A Lot Of" You - Nanon was interesting in the trailer but it's straight. so.

Whale Store xoxo - cuteeee girliessss. what else does one need! The story hasnt captured my heart but ig i'll give it a try. if i'm bored and have time.

Only Friends: Dream On - THEY BROUGHT BACK MY HORRIBLE TERRIBLE AWFUL UPTO NO GOOD BLORBO?? and earthmix?? and JossGawin?? AND NEO??? I have been SCREAMING for months to see Boston going back to wreck-havoc-of-ppl lifestyle again and this. was an absolute dream come true. Tbh I didn't dream this big lmao. And it reminds me of a danmei i read recently so double yay! It does looks messy tho, and messiness stresses me out unless it's very well done so.... I'll start it, but idk if i'll finish it (much like the og Only Friends)

That Summer - It does look cute... but... hmm.... unless it's a real good story. i'll have to pass on. Nothing personal but with so many good shows, it's hard making time for mediocre ones (and like... real life obligations exist sob sob sob)

My Romance Scammer - I love the story line (con artists woot woot!) but the strength of the pairings remain to be seen. I'll wait for the reviews u.u

Melody of Secrets - I do love the aesthetics of this! And forcebook are great together. But the overall story line... Please don't start strong and fizzle out later, gmm, not on a good one like this!

Love You Teacher - Well i am Fascinated ✨✨I saw some 'ehhh' feelings in the show tags, but I've always loved the strange storylines so let's gooooo!! I'll watch this just to see what they're cooking, strength of storyline aside. And like PerthSanta are pretty on the screen together, they sold this series to me!

Mu Te Luv - I didn't see the trailer when it aired (needed to get me some water) and i haven't managed to gather enough motivation to see it yet. so.

Cat for Cash - CATS?????? MANY CATS???? YES. COUNT ME IN. And FK look good together too. I've been on and off with Fk over the years. Eclipse was meh. Moonlight Chicken was great. Only Friends had highs and lows. This is more cats than fk for me but i'm sat for this

Girl Rules - messy messy girlies. ON one hand i don't like mess ( i struggled to watch OF and skipped the middle eps), on the other hand - the ladies. Again, I'll start this but who knows if I'll be able to watch it all the way. I do HOPE i can watch all the way but if there's one thing in ik then t's that i can't ever trust my brain to finish smt :')

Boys In Love - I'm.... not sold. But I can see why we might need a few predictable, overdone bls. And I don't blame gmm, tho i won't be watching.

My Magic Prophecy - I do like JimmySea together but I'm not sold on the story. I'll be waiting for the reviews for this one too

A Dog and A Plane - TayNew have never disappointed me AND the story looks great! Predictable, but we enjoy easy romcoms in this household. I'll be watching this one :D

Me And Thee - again, i can never hate an easy, predictable romcom that's up my alley! And the pilot made me realize just how damn pretty Pond Naravit is. Like ik he's pretty, but this was downright illegal. I'm parking myself here more for Pond's face than the story, but i do hope they give us a good one, or i'll probably leave this unfinished, too :')

Wu - I've heard the talks about SkyNani.... and they do look good. But the pilot was too vague. I'll wait for the actual trailers to air.

Memoir of Rati - Historic bl??? in my life?? YES AND THANK YOU. I didn't manage to finish Wandee Goodday but that was cause of the story. GreatInn and always great. And also AouBoom??? Class difference?? Potential long distance relationship?? Maybe a bit of colonial hints? Delicious~

Ticket To Heaven - Now I ain't christian, but damn me if catholic guilt and religious imagery isn't peak aesthetics and feels. This gives me very missionary school vibes we have in the local here, and i've grown up hearing all about them even if i didn't see it directly (and thank heavens for that!) Also GemFourth are always a treat ❤️

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[thesovereignsring-if]

Not really an update, but I'm working on a side project...

I'm sick today and it's messing with my productivity so I'm sharing with you guys a little sneakpeak on a side project ive been cooking up for a while. I'm not sure how well it be received since its more horror-oriented with no romance in it (the MC is a baby!) ; w; and it'll be my first time writing horror too. The project is in its very early stages, but when the time comes, maybe I'll make it's own tumblr blog for it.

I have some really old concept art is anyone is interested. Tho my artstyle and process very different from what it was 2-3 years ago. >//< This is a really long post so beware!!

Anyway, I've always wanted to work in the visual novel genre/Renpy, but being a newbie at the whole indie-dev thing makes it feel overwhelming, but since TSR's development is going somewhat smoothly, I've been thinking of giving it a shot! In the future once I finish the Twine version of TSR (probably years from now tbh) I'd like to take a crack at making it a visual novel. I am a visual artist a heart before anything else haha

Hence the side project! I'll be working on it in short bursts between updates, just to wind down and prevent burn out, but I plan to make the story in Twine first before working in Renpy. Anyway here a little sneak peak :)

The Diabolical Estate of Count Blackwood

There is something strange going on in this town...

You were nothing more than a dirty street urchin until you were scooped up by the young Percival Blackwood and whisked away to live in his newly inherited estate. 

There is something going on in the eerie town of Grimvale, from its strange inhabitants to the even stranger events that have been happening ever since you stepped foot here. Even the new castle you call home is filled with mysteries around every corner. Some of them are more sinister than others… 

Will you be able to uncover the mysteries of the town or will you succumb to the shadows over it?

Cast:

The Young Lord/Lady/ Honourable Blackwood: That's you. The dirty street urchin. Your life changed forever when Percival took you off the streets at the age of 8.

Percival “Percy” Blackwood: Your new father. He’s impulsive, eccentric and a bit nutty, but he certainly doesn’t make things boring around here. Apparently he went by another name before taking his grandfather's title.  

Sylvia Blackwood (née Faulkner): Your new Mother. She’s aloof with a sharp tongue- but only to Percival it seems. She mostly tolerates your presence. You wonder what keeps her tied to Percival. Something tells you that it's more than just 'love'.

Abel Waxley: The head butler of the estate. He’s stern and sharp tongued to everyone who upsets the flow of his schedule. He’s one of the few people who can reign Percival in. He looks like he could use a vacation.

Amos Blackwood: The previous count and Percival's grandfather. He was a known hermit and an eccentric man before his timely demise. Only he knows all the secrets of the castle. 

Balan ???: The strange older man who used to live in the castle with the late Count Blackwood. Were they lovers? Or just good friends? 

Concept Artwork:

[ladysomething]

honey, I'm homeee!

1. maddie I physically cannot wait for the untitled fic because it seems like it's gonna be good. (let's be honest, if it's yours, is gonna be good. weekly dose of me sending you love 😘)

2. the snippet made me feel a little bit like acting insane, you know?

3. I just now remembered that I, in fact, did not send my ask/rant/yapping session about last chapter. tumblr hates me I think. but, it's coming right up, because we're about to re- read. I do remember that I wanted to hit someone with a pan or something like that. although that happens quite often. regardless of whose face would be on the flat surface of the pan.

+1. brother asks: I do not want to jinx anyone, of course, but can you ask Lady if she believes in the ao3 writer curse and if she has ever experienced or something like it? he's been investigating, next thing you know, he'll be sending you asks himself. /jk

+2. my roommie also, has been investigating. though to a bigger level. he has turned our living room into a giant base of operations. we even have this funny whiteboard with the red thread and a damn lot of random drabbles he makes in the middle of the night only about your fic. If I could I would send you a picture but, as stated beforehand, tumblr hates me. so I can't. yes, he does have a job. a serious, strict and well-paid one at that. his question is: how did Max found Kelly? did he knew her from before, was she in the paddock before? was the recontratripletetrahijueputa carepicha malnacido desgraciado (idk if there's a translation for that insult, so we'll settle for wretch motherfucker) that hurt her was from there? and when will we see more of that Mercedes guy?

have a nice day sweetie! I'll come back in a while with our report. 🫡

blesssss! I won't respond to your first few because I have another ask waiting for me about the new fic, so I'll talk about all that there!!

so for the other stuff:

+1. serious answer: no I don't believe, because if somebody is writing long enough, then obviously something big will happen in their life! non-serious answer ... it's a thing. literally last night I posted the ao3 an hour after our brand new puppy was rushed to the vet after swallowing a bee and going into anaphylactic shock. I posted it to make myself feel better while waiting for news about whether she was going to live. so yes!!! its a thing!!! and well ... you could say I've experienced it, but tbh my life is literally just drama - writing fic - drama - writing fic. so like. ya know.

+2. I WANT TO SEE THE BASE OF OPERATIONS SO BADLY. DM ME??? DISCORD DM ME??? IDC!!

for his questions - can't tell you how Max found Kelly. it will be revealed soon!

can't tell you if he knew her before ... also about to be revealed!

can't tell you where her abuser is from - where about to find out who it is.

I CAN tell you that we will see of the Mercedes guy, his proper purpose will be served within the next ten or so chapters. probably less.

[polin-erospsyche]

Alright! Let’s talk about those rumours for part 2. First I'll preface by saying these are rumours, nothing has been confirmed, so let's all breathe before we jump to conclusions.

So rumours come from an article are circulating and people have been speculating that he will go back to the brothels or that he will (in whatever way) look at someone else. So here is my TED talk as to why this would be worst writing decision they could ever make and thus will probably not happen unless they want to intentionally shoot themselves in the foot.

So from what I know from spoilers and such, part 2 mirror part 1, just things are more ramped up and the stakes are higher. So far they seem to have the same beats at the same place. Episode 5 sets things out, episode 6 is fun and games until it all comes to a grinding halt when Colin learns of Pen’s identity so episode 7 is dealing with the fallout of that and episode 8 is the resolution. Seems to me like the Lady Whistledown reveal beat is paralleling their first kiss beat. Episode 3 now for me was the most chaotic, because what do you mean they kiss each other like that and it takes them two whole episodes to get their shit together? Ah yes, it’s all the awkwardness and lack of clear communication. Now if in ep7, he thinks of being unfaithful at any point it would mirror him going back to the brothel in ep 3 and honestly I would personally feel like it is lazy writing (not that the writing is stellar by any stretch of the imagination to start with).

So let's get into ALL the reasons why Colin cheating on Pen in ANY way is like the worst writing decision (tbh I can't even believe I wrote out that sentence).

This is a romance show, catered I'm guessing to a large female audience and in which they sell us the male lead as the epitome of "down bad crying at the gym" as soon as they realise they have feelings for their counterpart. Colin, from what I understand, represents this more than any of them. So not only would that decision be so incredibly out of character, it would also essentially ruin the Bridgerton experience and what we're paying for. There is literally no realities out there where cheating would ever be perceived as sexy or attractive. It would be drama for the sake of drama and it would be badly handled drama because they'd only have 1 episode to save the thing and make us believe in their love story again.

It would kill their male lead. And that is just laughable. A romance show building up their romantic leads, having to deal with backlash, having to deal with an audience which they know is already, even before the season started, angry at Colin, only to kill him in the second to last episode. I'm sorry but this is just plain stupid and it's not selling me a romance show, maybe a drama show at best. I was the first one jumping at defending Colin when the first rumours of brothels came out before part 1, defending intimacy and the difference between those and his scenes with Pen. I was in fact correct. But this? In part 2? When a lot of people are still dissing on Colin? It's character and season suicide. No one, not the fans nor the general audience would ever forgive him.

It would be against everything they have sold us so far. They’ve been selling us something incredibly romantic and swoon worthy. This choice would be the complete opposite of those things. It would make no sense whatsoever. So unless they find it incredibly amusing to sell us something and giving us the opposite of what they have tried so hard and spent so much money on building up, it's not happening.

Now I think it’ll be incredibly angsty and with good reasons. He has every right to feel betrayed and cheated. The women he trusted and got vulnerable with and was honest with 1) hurt him badly, 2) didn’t dare show the same level of honesty. And that’s why it just doesn’t sit well with me that we get a reveal at the end of ep 6. We’re running out of time to deal with a lot of things and it will not help the choppy or rushed feeling of this season. And do I trust them to give us a scene where they have clear, honest, open communication? Not really no, because for some reason show runners think that a scene without drama is a boring scene. Although that conversation is really what is needed. So I know we’ll get an angry and incredibly hurt Colin. I’m hoping we’ll get arguments. Hell even a moment of doubt where the engagement is put on the line, because yes it would make sense for them to go « Do we keep going? Is it worth it? Are we going to work? ». The distance will add to the angst. And for something much bigger than them (the queen, the crown) to push them back together. And for Colin to decide that he will see this from her perspective and even if he doesn’t agree with it, she’s still Pen, and his Pen and she tried the best she could given the circumstances and that her actions, no matter what they might have been, still came from a place of love.

I’m ready to accept a lot from this season but cheating or god forbid someone spoke of rough sex is out of the question. It’s not them and it’s not what they’re selling us and it would be character and season suicide.

[riansdiary]

Rian's Diary Entry #7

I'm back~

This song is so my mood right now:

A little update from moi. I feel so proud of myself. From complaining, worrying, thinking negatively, being depressed to now feeling like a fucking queen (excuse my french), hardly any negative thoughts, not paying attention to what I don't want, knowing it's done in 4d, not finding it in the 3d, leaving the 3d alone, feeling extra confident and empowered because I now know and understand that changing the 3d and the how is not my job and not my problem. Confident and empowered again because I decided and know it's done now regardless of what I see in front of me.

Your girl came a loooong way and I'm really proud of myself for that. Been persisting like a baddie and finally getting a heck ton of money just by following my dad's instructions and clicking a button everyday on this cryptocurrency app. Btw it's not Illegal or whatever, it is an official trusted cryptocurrency app and people are able to use it now to earn that currency and convert that to actual cash. I will literally get paid to exist! Oh My God. I am so proud of myself. I don't care whether my other desires are in the 3d or not, all I know is that IT IS DONE! I will fully accept them as facts now. Thank you and I will keep going with that boss/queen attitude! I know my inner child is probably so so so happy right now! 😭

This is a success story and a diary entry in one! Also if anyone wants to know what app it is, please message me with your country. It's available in 10 countries only right now so hopefully it's available for you! I have an article thing that says which countries it is currently available in. Anyways, I am really proud of how far I've come in terms of the law of assumption and manifesting! I swear I was over consuming, over complicating and was extremely lost just like anyone who's just starting and doesn't know what works for them. I wanted to write this because I'm so happy I'm feeling even more confident, positive and empowered about manifesting!

I have a little subliminal journey update for you! I quit listening to my playlist and decided to focus on two subliminals. I decided to commit to it for 2-3 months even though I know I have my full results already. The first is an oldie but a goodie! It's Baejin Cafe's rain version most intense glow up ever beauty and life! I chose this because it's packed with things that I want. Everything that you could ever think of is in this subliminal! That's for my overnight sleep sub. I listen to it mostly 7-8 hours a day when I go to sleep. The rain sounds really help me sleep faster and relax. The second one is G3m1nI's doppelganger face morph in 1 listen sub! It's my day sub that I listen to when I'm playing games and just chilling. I listen to it one to two hours a day.

Some results I'm getting is that, I'm starting to look more like Wonyoung! My last Pictriev similarity check with the same angle and pose, I am now 55% similar to her! 🎉

I have been noticing that my skin is clearer and more glowing than usual. My hair is much longer and thicker now. I was surprised how fast my hair grew recently. My eyes seem more sparkly too. My dancing skills are improving even more. My lips plumper and jawline sharper. My stomach got flatter. I also look a bit CGI, noticed that since I re-read the benefits. I used to hate my face tbh back then but I stopped focusing on that and using subs. Now I don't hate it as much, I love it! I look good even with just a tone up cream, blush and lip tint. Last thing I noticed is that I have less face fat now.

So that's all for now everyone! If I accidentally notice anything else I'll make another post!

Yours Truly,

Lady Rian Whistledown 💋

[ghostie-ghoulie]

Hey there! I'm Ghostie-Ghoulie. I have had this app for years and always wanted to post, so here I am!

Currently, I'm obsessed with anything Until Dawn or Resident Evil related. I can't ever shut my mouth about them.

My content will either consist of possible art or my fanfiction about certain fandoms I enjoy.

This is an 18+ blog! So, if you are a minor, please, in the most polite way possible, leave my page.

These Fandoms that I am a part of happen to be:

Until Dawn

Resident Evil (a personal favorite)

Horror movies (Ghostface, Hellrasier, Chucky, IT, Etc)

The Wolf Among Us

Mortal Kombat

Cyberpunk

Arcane

Team Fortress 2

Star Wars

Star Wars: The Bad batch

Ghost (band)

Sallyface

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Spiderman (mostly the spiderverse movies)

Dark Deception

Devil May Cry

More fandoms can be added later!

I will write Smut, oneshots, small imagines, and multichapter stories. I'm a sucker for smut, so you're gonna get that out of me once I finally get the hang of it.

Important note: I only write XReaders for now. I know that might suck for a lot of people, but it is something I heavily enjoy. I know people don't like it (Y/n, I'm looking at you), but the stereotypical cringe XReader stories that drive me up a wall will not be here. I will try my hardest to make the apperence vague, but personality might be a challenge. Though, hey! Everyone needs their practice. I can't go writing an emotionless reader, eh?

The readers I write for will mostly, if not entirely, be gender neutral or feminine. I'm sorry if this is a major letdown, but I do not trust my abilities to delve into a male reader just yet. I most write for male characters in general, and as love interests, but I can write for women when it comes to romance. I am both for ladies and gents.

Another very important note: I have a major history regarding mental health. Stress comes to me easy, and with stress comes heavy burnout. My brain gets fried, and my creativity goes down 6 feet under. All I ask is that you be very patient with me until I recover. This might mean small breaks or long breaks. Requests may be hard to handle, but if I'm ready, I'll think about doing them. You are able to send in asks! I may not be able to do full requests, but maybe some thoughts for a writing I could possibly start off with.

I am very understanding when it comes to emotional and mental related things because I have experienced my fair share of dealing with it. These topics will show up sometimes in various writings. If these bother you, worry not! Warnings will be placed.

This is a page friendly one towards everyone. I do not stand for hate of any kind. Sure, we're through a damn screen, but I still won't tolerate it. So please, no hate or arguments. If opinions differ, it doesn't mean we need to clash.

Characters that I could possibly write for consist of:

Until Dawn

Chris Hartley

Mike Monroe

Josh Washington

Matt Taylor

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

Karl Heisenburg

Luis Sera

Jack Krauser

Albert Wesker

Devil May Cry

Johnny Cage

Vergil Sparda

Dante Sparda

Nero sparda

Mortal Kombat

Syzoth (Reptile)

Tomas (Smoke)

Bi-han (Sub-Zero)

Kuai liang (Scorpian)

Liu Kang

Cyberpunk

Johnny Silverhand

Viktor Vektor (he needs more love and attention. I love him sm)

Team Fortress 2

Spy

Sniper

Medic

(Possibly the rest)

Star Wars

Captain Rex

(Probably will write for a bunch of clones, tbh)

Hondo Ohnaka

Darth Maul

Darth Vader

Boba Fett

Din Djarin

Hunter

Crosshair

Tech

Wrecker

Echo

The Wolf Among Us

Bigby Wolf

I think that's all I've really got for now. More of course can be added later to masterlists. I'm just giving you good ideas on who I would love to write for.

(I will probably reform this because damn it looks jumbled, but hey, I'm inexperienced with actually posting on Tumblr.)

[tojiscrack]

Hiii bestie, how are u? Hope u're having a good day/night/evening🩷🩷. Praying that college isn't sucking the life out of you ( as it did me 🫠).

GIRLLLLL the way ur fic liar liar WHIPLASHED the motivation t read back into me, you wouldn't even believe. I've been having a reader's block for over a year now and I DEVOURED this fic in 3 days in the midst of college midterms. It is INSANELY GOOD like girl you should be HELLA PROUD OF UR WORK. I do not think I have ever laughed as much as I did reading it. The helicopter scene had me shaking. I nearly pissed myself when they were playing dodge ball. Thank you for ur service queen 🙏🙏 ( I really needed that 😭)

I just wanna ask you a couple of questions

1. How is the gang dealing with sukuna's return every month , like do they lock him up in a shed like a werewolf ( my poor boy is getting possessed in every universe 😂) ?

2. Are we getting a nanami × miss B 😏😏 ( feed into my delusions pls I wanna see him happy at least in one universe 💔😭)

3. I know u said u're gonna delve deeper into the relationship dynamic between toji and satoru, but just in case would u consider hinting to their first ever meeting, I'm curious to know what was it that happened between them that had toji like " yeah I hate this man's guts" , I'm guessing it's gojo's big mouth tbh 🙄

4. YOU HAD ME THERE FOR A HOT MINUTE WITH THE TSUMIKI AND KAMO PLOTLINE EVEN THO I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE KAMO×Y/N FROM THE MOMENT U INTRODUCED KAMO. well played

5. Can I DM ( is that the right word for Tumblr still relatively new) u , probably gonna reread it soooo I'll have plenty to say ( proceed with caution tho , I LOVE to yap and I'll probably bombard u with msgs if agreed )

6. Can I be on the tag list if there's one 🙏

Anwss, sorry this was a bit lengthy. Thank you for this masterpiece again pookie and hope u're doing okay 🩷🩷

HIII mlll 🤭💞 college is absolutely kicking me right up the bum rn, but i took today off to kinda reset and recharge ‘cause the christmas break is soon! (i’ll keep you in my prayers, i hate being a college student ☹️)

you’re telling me that my story, the one i spent hours planning and writing out for shits and giggles, the one i spend randomly doodling about, a piece of work i produced… managed to get you out of a THREE YEAR LONG READING SLUMP? 😭

I DON’T BELIEVE YOU?? ‘CAUSE NO WAY 😭💞💗💜💝💘

UGH, I’M GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE?? ILY?? PLS DON’T DISAPPEAR??

‘you should be HELLA PROUD OF YOUR WORK’ — trust me, if i had any doubts before, they are gone now that i’ve been informed of your three-year-long-reading-slump having disappeared ‘cause of my 150k+ word fic 😳💖

you’re so niceeee and sweet and i’m just overwhelmed rn 😭☹️💗

‘i just wanna ask you a couple questions’ — 🤭 now i’m super duper excited 😋

1. how is the gang dealing with sukuna’s return every month?

i’m gonna touch upon this in one of the filler chapters i have planned (i could be wrong but i believe that it’s the chapter after the next one). honestly, they’re kinda just winging it 💀 the main idea is to keep yuji/sukuna in his room, barricade the doors and windows, and keep anything sharp out of sight 😭

and every month it gets worse and worse, sukuna just gets stronger and stronger, and there have been multiple occasions he’s tried leaving the room to enter wider society. you can imagine what would probably happen if he did manage to escape 🌝

2. are we getting a nanami x miss b?

this isn’t even a spoiler atp, we are absolutely going to get a nanami x miss b endgame 😋 idrk how i’m gonna go about it, seeing as this story is in y/n / megumi’s pov’s, so it’s a little tricky there but… eh, we’ll see.

i saw this one thing on tt where it showed nanami looking at some painting, a man and his wife settling down together, and he is getting his happy ending in this verse (even if some of the other characters here do not) 🤨 and there seems to be only a small community of ppl who actually ship nanami and that baker lady from canon. it’s not a major factor to me, but i do just so happen to be one of them 👀

3. would you consider hinting at satoru and toji’s first ever meeting?

in a bonus scene, perhaps? if anyone’s that curious, but there is some lore behind it, so it probably wouldn’t be small enough to fit in one bonus scene. if you’d like, i could do a separate oneshot on it when i have some free time! 😗 i have some drafts on a lot of scenes (regarding characters in the story) outside of the story, so we’ll see!

you’re actually half right about the reason behind toji hating satoru. half, ‘cause toji’s also to blame 😀 you’ll see what i mean lolol

‘YOU HAD ME THERE WITH THE TSUMIKI AND KAMO PLOTLINE EVEN THO I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE KAMO x Y/N FROM THE MOMENT YOU INTRODUCED KAMO’ — pls the realisation for everyone was the funniest time for me, it reminds me EVERY time of why i love being a fanfic author 😋 you’re smart for figuring it out before tho! a lot of people didn’t!

4. can you dm me?

OMG OF COURSE??? WHY IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION, MY DMs ARE OPEN FOR EVERYONE, SPAM ME IF YOU MUST, I LOVE TALKING TO EVERYONE 😭

we can talk about anything, literally. it doesn’t have to be the fic! i like learning about who you are, what you enjoy, etc.

5. can you be added to the taglist?

absolutely! welcome to the liar, liar family 🤭💝

DO NOT APOLOGISE ABOUT YOUR MESSAGE BEING LENGTHY, I’VE BEEN INACTIVE FOR A WHILE AND I’VE BEEN OVERWHELMED WITH COLLEGE WORK, BUT THIS HAS REALLY MADE ME MOTIVATED TO CONTINUE WRITING AGAIN, SO TYSM 😭💖💖

[lullaebies]

I was wondering if you were doing any more helaegon prompts. Because I had this little idea of them celebrating either Maelor's birthday or the twins with the entire family

While I won't always do them right away, feel free to always send prompts! I'll keep them in my ask box when I feel like writing out one. I chose to write for Maelor's birthday as he does not get enough love tbh. This turned out quite different than what I thought it will, lol.

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Maelor’s nameday is a hectic time.

Two years to his name, he is still but a wee thing with the curls of his hair brushing at his shoulders. Every time Helaena thinks it will grow beyond, the coils of his locks prove to be inherited from their grandmother, scrunching them up.

The maids dressed him in gold, but he only plays with the pearls that are his buttons. He has stuffed himself full of cake in tea-time with her ladies-in-waiting, and the lords of the Keep, ever so mindful of appearances, prepared him gifts aplenty; most irrelevant to his age or irrelevant to his interests, but gifts nonetheless.

Events and games were prepared throughout the day, play actors, fools, and musicians were employed, but the boy was rather more interested in her skirts as the different courtiers overwhelmed him. Now, just short of the evening, most of the noblemen left. Aemond has said ‘The bumbling fools finally departed’, and Mother has only let out her own sigh as they made their way to dinner, tired in her own right. If it wasn’t for her, Helaena doubts she could’ve set up the nameday half as well.

Helaena is glad Daeron has come by, for he kept the twins played with and content, but she knows he too is half-starving; from the long journey from Oldtown to have become the little ones’ keeper he has been nothing but diligent, but a boy of four and ten can only have so much patience himself.

Aegon has disappeared from her sight after the celebrations at the gardens ended; Ser Criston has told her he’ll be back in a few moments. She bit her lips and kept herself mute, but Helaena had to keep herself from eyeing the door as they all sat at the dinner table, having one last private feast to commemorate the day.

Father departs quickly after his dry lips kissed the top of the boy’s head in congratulations. The doors to the room open as kingsguard help him away, and at the same time, Aegon slips his way back in, odd in his steps as he finds his way to his seat by her.

On his high chair, sitting at the head of the table, Maelor seemed king for the day, and all across the table have known to pay tribute.

The twins have come forth first; Jaehaera and Jaehaerys have spent their last few days dabbling with arts with their tutors, and conjoined as they tried to be, have drawn together a picture of the three siblings together. Maelor glides his fingers over the more vibrant colors, and Daeron has stopped him from accidentally ripping it and presenting him with his gift.

His is a doll of a knight of light hair; Daeron patted the head of the boy praying it he will outgrow to be all the fiercer than the doll’s visage could ever be. Aemond steps forward then, not to be outdone by the younger uncle; he brings forward a notebook of leather, encrusted with some of Vhagar’s scales, along with the thinnest of charcoal pencils for him to draw with. Mother has already gotten him new garments; so many Ser Criston has helped the maids bring them into the rooms. Grandsire, on his part, has brought Maelor a miniature model of the Hightower, which Maelor marveled to hold as Daeron explained to him that’s where he lives.

Helaena herself has brought the boy a trinket in the shape of an iridescent green jewel bug, the type he has been so enamored to look at in her collection. He laughed when he touched it, and the bug’s wings popped open for him.

And overwatching from the sides, Aegon keeps quiet until his turn came by default; but he steps forward, bringing the boy who nearly drowned in his gifts the last of the day. Out of some kind of satchel, he brings out a figure of a dragon, colored entirely golden. Helaena eyes it curiously.

“You know who this may be?” Aegon asks carefully. Jaehaerys almost speaks for him, but luckily Daeron keeps him from it.

“Sunffy!” Maelor says when he realizes, not yet having learned to say Sunfyre’s name right. But the dragon in the figure doesn’t look much like Sunfyre aside from its colors. It is only then that she remembers, that one old toy Aegon used to play with until he was seven; a black dragon he received from Father for his own second nameday.

“Right,” he says, trying not to laugh at his dragon’s nickname, and catches Maelor’s cheek between his fingers. “I do hope you’ll keep him a good company for years to come.”

Maelor looks the toy up and down, examining it as Helaena did, and hugs it tightly to his chest, giggling. “Okay!”

The days of old toy Balerion have come to an end, and Sunfyre the Little has come to a start, and Helaena hopes that instead of the toy ending up in shadowy corners of forgotten days as it did with Aegon, her boy will only have reason to keep his golden toy in proud display. By the look of his eyes, Helaena cannot help but think Aegon hopes for such fate too.