#if there's any typos i dont care

[piningpercussionist]

Thinking about her....

[t4tails]

wanted to ask this earlier but i forgot: would you want (onesided) riddlebat to ever become canon or would you rather it just stay the way it is now?

RAAAGHH. i would love for it to be canon. its already been heavily implied, and not in the psychosexual way that the joker gets, so i dont think itd be that much of a leap. they dont need to actually change anything in order to confirm there is a romantic and/or sexual angle to his anti-batman activities. hell, they dont even have to confirm that edward himself is aware of it. im not picky

[nabaath-areng]

“... Were it to be discovered that I am sheltering a wanted fugitive under my clans banner, the sole heir of the infamous enemy clan no less…” the lord says as he swirls the sake in the cup, “I should not need to explain the risks that come with being implicated as a participant in the tragic downfall of the Yokoyama clan.”

“Indeed, I know full well how much is at stake with you supporting me," Miyabi says, "and once again I know not how I could ever repay you for your boundless generosity." A shaky breath— "However…”

“If it is coin you seek, I am afraid I must disappoint,” Miyabi says, suddenly wondering if he’s actually bitten off more than he can chew after all. The mission to retrieve the sword he could do and did… But money? Surely the lord must know that any potential wealth to speak of burned down along with his past on that gruesome night. The lord, to Miyabi's surprise, only barks out a laugh.

“You are wise beyond your years, enough so that I forget how young a man you actually are at times,” the lord says, and the grin his lips curve into is downright searing, “I understand however that there are things that your current circumstances have prevented you from learning.” Indeed, simply being an heir does not lend you the skill, nor the knowledge that is required to prevail in the noble world. Particularly not when everything that was promised, title included, all get razed to the ground before you could inherit any of it. He knew all this, and yet Miyabi sought this man out. His father is in all likelihood cursing his name right now, down in whatever hell Miyabi sent him to... but until his own time is up and he joins both him and mother down there, he can only do whatever it takes to survive... Including seeking shelter under his late fathers' nemesis in life, and spending the quiet eve inside his private quarters to share more than just drinks.

"I apologize for my ignorance," Miyabi says, "...as well as for my disrespect, for I would ask for your guidance and wisdom." Once more, the lord laughs. It's a more than pleasant sound, and Miyabi distantly recalls hearing rumours about his lordship never wanting for company throughout his younger years, all thanks to the man's effortless charm as well as quick wit and intellect. Like every other whisper shared between the adults back then, it was never something Miyabi was meant to hear, this he knows. But it's certainly not hard to believe it, now that the man in question is right there before him, in the very flesh. Kami knows Miyabi would never dare to presume this to mean they are equals... his is an existence that is most inauspicious, as it turns out. However, there is no denying the fluttering in his chest when the lord moves to slowly leans forward, inching closer as if he is nothing more than prey being backed into a corner.

“My dearest Miyabi…" the lord says, "As the head of my clan for just about 20 years, believe me when I tell you that far from all business agreements are settled with simple things such as goods, or even currency. Indeed, most people can be persuaded to do whatever should you wish them to, so long as you offer them that one thing they couldn’t possibly refuse in that particular moment.” His voice has lowered, not quite a whisper, but enough to make Miyabi feel as if he is being imparted something truly profound and special. As if he is special, and that he is being trusted over anyone else there is to trust. He, the murderous son. He, the only one aware of the truth, and the sole being left to remember there was ever a world with Ako in it. And yet this man looks directly at him, with not a single trace of neither disgust nor fear. He has leaned even closer in fact, radiating warmth from both body and soul, and however could one possibly hope to repay such kindness? Eyes meet once more, Miyabi can't recall having averted his in the first place, and suddenly it's as if he's struggling to breathe.

“Think, Miyabi… I know that you’re much smarter than your late father ever were. Surely you can come up with something else with which to repay my generosity?” It is now the lord’s eyes that drift off, away from Miyabi’s face and down lower to his body. His robes have begun to open by the collar after their long night of drinks and conversation, in a futile attempt to stave off the heat which stubbornly clings to him. The display is undoubtedly too inappropriate for any decent company—

Ah. Never let it be said that Miyabi is anything but adaptable to any and all circumstances. “… Perhaps I do,” he says, tugging lightly at the robe to reveal hints of his own chest. A small test of sorts, to gauge the reception of his audience, and he decides to try and top the show off with a coy tilt of the head, along a cautious gaze through downcast lashes.

The wolfish grin he receives in response confirms that Miyabi picked the right choice. He’s not entirely inexperienced, not by any means... but it has been a while, and he's under no illusion that he will be able to compare to his lordship's previous conquests. But those eyes... Miyabi can feel them as they trace languid paths all over where skin is exposed. The rustling fabric from the robe he now lets slide down his shoulders feel louder in his ears than even his own heartbeat, He cannot hold back the gasp that leaves his lips when his waist gets grabbed by two big, strong hands. Never before have Miyabi felt as small as he does right now in this moment, nor has he ever been this maddened by want and desire as strong as this. When was the last time anyone touched him? Though what does it matter what once was, now that he's seated so comfortably in his lordship's lap? He preens, for the proof of his lordship's approval presses firmly against his rear through multiple layers of fabric Miyabi cannot wait to be rid of. It's easy to fall into the performance when you have an audience following your every move with so blatant a hunger. Any and all worry that was still lingering in Miyabi's mind all but completely evaporate, like mist that rise from the surface of a calm mountain lake during early summer morning. Surely he’ll figure out how to best perform as he go, he decides. Cautiously his hands meet both skin and scale, and while his fingers trace over those strong shoulders and the scales there, so does he simultaneously relieve the lord of his robe too, shuddering from the anticipation of what's soon to come.

Miyabi leans in as if for a kiss... but stops just shy of their lips meeting, and he never knew such a small act could boost one's confidence so. “Allow me to express my utmost gratitude," he whispers, and now there is truly no turning back. The lord laughs darkly. "Clever little thing, aren't you? Show me, then. Show this lord how grateful you are." Time speeds up after that. The only thing Miyabi hears before his face is grabbed for rough, deep kisses that steal his breath away is his lord muttering under his heaving breath.

"A damned minx is what you are, boy." Miyabi prays that this night will leave them no time for actual sleep.

[duhhtheyellowrose]

WE LOVE BYAKUYA TOGAMI

BYAKUTA FUCKING TOGAMI MAKES ME SO SICKKKKK MAKES ME SO INSA E I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!! HE LAY DORMANT IN MY BRAIM FOR TEN OF GODS OWN GLORIOUS FUCKING YEARS. AND NOW I AM HERE TO SPREAD THE TRUTH. HE IS GAY. HIS CRUSH ON MAKOTO IS JUST AS IMPORTANT TO THE NARRATIVE OF TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC AS KOMAEDAS CRUSH ON HAJIME IS. HE IS DEEPLY MISERABLE. HE WANTS TO LEAVE THE TOGAMI NAME BEHIND. HE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE IN CHAPTER 4. #TRUTH #REALL #IFYOUDISAGREEWITHMEYOUWILLNEVERESCAPESAMSARA

[ellisimis]

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[ghastbutlikegay]

My biggest struggle in life is being a mythicalswamp liker who doesnt like reading them as romantic

[auuwmk]

I just noticed i made a typo in my recent kdj doodle post im gonna end myself

[vanoefucks]

ok u want some for el u get some for el! for good, friendship, past, exit, first, future (sorry i rly like the last ones oops jksfhksjfas)

thank u browse!!

For Good: Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

It would probably be Roe!! They met a couple of years prior to the events of the game and she is one of his few close friends. The two met at his father's estate one night when el was storming out of the place. El had just decided to cut off all ties with his father & was dealing with a lot and Roe was able to keep him afloat. She's the one person to know who his father is and stayed with him as he tried to rebuild his life after he broke things off with his buisness partner. If he hadn't met Roe El would've fucked off to the forest where he grew up and found himself living a very isolated life that he probably wouldn't have wanted to continue so he owes her a lot. more than that though the two get on well and for once he hs a friend that isn't worried about using him for gold or his connections seeing as she has enough of her own. when they're reunited it lifts his mood a ton and gives him another reason to get the job done

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

El is a good friend to those who earn it! He protects those he cares for and will do almost anything for the people he calls a friend but he's learnt the hard way that he can be too quick to trust. He's often loyal to a fault which is something he learned the hard way and has fallen victim to his friend's own ambitions in the past, enabling them to take advantage of him. He would've called the inner circle of his crew true friends until they betrayed him for some coin and power but now he has Roe & Brandy As the game goes on he slowly becomes cloest with Astarion + Shadowheart. he puts up a shield and lets the others think that they know the real him, the others aren't privy to his whole story until they reach the city.

Past: Does your OC have any past partners? How did the relationship(s) end? Are any of their exes still in their life, and if so, do they get along?

he has one (loser)! Zyl who was the brother of his ex buisness partner (Vana) . The guardian takes a form similar to the both of them as they were twins. (this wasnt fun for el to see and is very ??? to think abt when u remember el fucks the emperor in this form)

The two kept their relationship secret and somehow did for almost a decade, not wanting to complicate work but in the end it fell apart when El was betrayed. he only knew who to blame thanks to Zyl who told him and gave him info on where to find Vana. They broke up around 2 years prior to the game & as far as El knows Zyl is still somewhere in the city.

Exit: Has your OC ever had someone important leave their life in a way that was unremarkable, unintentional, or clumsy? How do they feel about it? Is there any chance they'll meet again?

Think this can be about Zyl again. Their breakup was a very quick thing. The moment Zyl told El that Vana was the one who framed him Zyl asked if it was the end of them. El said yes and left soon after that. El never tried to go looking for him after they said their goodbyes and saw him as a part of a time in his life he wanted to be over. El doesn't hold many negative feelings for Zyl but merely sees it as something that wasn't meant to work out. He realised that he didn't even really fight to keep the relationship going. It was just something that was never going to last. I might have them meet again once the group reach the city but there are others el's going to reunite with first.

First: Has your OC ever been the one to leave first? Why did they go, and who did they leave behind? Do they regret it?

The day El was taken by the mindflayers he had left Roe after an arugment. it was their biggest fight since meeting and the first time el had left something unresolved between them. it started over nothing and blew up into a huge fight that had both of them throwing things. at one point Roe used magic and El said enough was enough and left Roe's estate without another word. El didn't even get time to think about the fight until he had crashed on the beach. he spent most of his downtime over the next few days worrying about Roe and if she was safe as he was taken close to her house. it made him watch his temper but didn't stop him from snapping at the group when he got wound up. He doesnt enjoy being angry and if possible gets it out through fighting but when hes pushed over the edge its nasty and he tends to run before he does something he cant fix.

Future: Is there anyone your OC is looking forward to meeting or to seeing again? Who? What might that meeting or reunion look like?

He wants to see Brandy again. especially after finding out more about shadowheart & the shar scene in the city. as far as he knows she's still in the city but he'll end up finding her at last light. Brandy actively tries to sabotage their attempts at fixing the land surrounding moonrise and after shadowheart spares Aylin, Brandy leaves the group. El doesnt find her again until the confrontation at the sharran cloister. He also wants to pay his father a visit. because with his amount of near death experiences hes done with letting what his fathers done to him slide. at the very least he wants to have a go at the man. its not gonna go well!!

[b0mblover]

is sorbet icecream?

By: J

i uh, kinda lost motivation at the end, so this is short as fuck.

buuut whatever, only like. 2 ppl will see this anyways

(im so sorry)

Lopt and mason were sneaking out of the building. it wouldn’t excatly matter too much if they were to grt caught, but, well- homophobia was rampent in the government, even if they werent “dating�� two men going and getting something to eat together was seen as taboo.

Lopt said that this was masons “payment” for the files he was shown, though mason had a good feeling that was just an excuse.

walking down the street, lopts arm draped over masons shoulders, the warmth of another human(oids) body felt quit nice compared to the crisp autumn winds. 

lopt inhaled, 

“hey~ you uh, brought youre wallet. right dear~?”

he dragged out the ‘r’ on dear, attempting to be semi quite.

“i- what!? you just said i had to go! not pay!” 

mason annunciated some of his words, though never shouting as to not draw attention, they were getting looks already. 

it was around 5 pm so there was a fair number of people going home, from work, school, it didnt matter to either of them, all they cared about was their so called “Rendezvous” (although mason didnt see a reason in calling it that considering they were /already/ with each other opposed to meeting up somewhere-) 

after around 25 minutes of walking there seemed to be less people on the streets.

a pink haired teen here, a turquoise haired drug addict there, a red haired ghost- they felt alone enough to speak to one another.

“so” mason started in

“why did you let me see those files, for the price of buying you icecream?”

“i- oh no dear, i was just kidding about your wallet, i know freelance doesnt pay that much~”

“i-“ mason stammered

“first of all, im payed fine thank you very much. second of all, answer my question”

“ah-ah- whatever you say dear~ and to answer you, -does it matter? i mean truthfully- why does anyone do anything? you couldve easily manipulated me, hell you couldve gotten into my office without me ever knowing. but you never tried”

lopt shrugged at the end of his statment.

mason paused his walking a minute.

thinking of what his partner had just said.

“ahh- now dont be like that, just- focus on what icecream youre gonna get okay?”

lopt knew he wasnt really “good” at cheering anyone up.

-he felt slightly insecure about it-

mason sighed, mentally saving the idea for later, he knew lopt was correct, he wasnt gonna get anywhere overthinking it right now, 

—————

sitting on a random bench in a desolate playground,

they ate their icecream in silence, though, at least to mason it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

(i do not understand if sorbet is like. icecream or its own thing so 🤷)

mason had decided on lemom sorbet while lopt settled for chocolate icecream. even though it was cool out, it still was nice.

they threw away the cups they had ate out of before turning around to go home.

“hey would you care if i came home with you?”

mason, shockingly in a good mood, agreed, though knowing that this was a horrible idea.

[merp3400-blog]

New Years Resolutions maybe?

I've never really tried New Years resolutions because I have crippling depression and am chronically demotivated so I just thought that they weren't for me. I've had to get on SSRI's recently and it's been weird time to say the least. I love that they make me feel like I don't want to die but I also feel guilty about relying on them without working on myself because that's the trap I've fallen into. These tablets don't give me superpowers, I'm still extremely demotivated and have many existential crises. I decided I want to start chipping away at this problem, slowly but surely. For that, I've come up with a list of things that I want to work on and/or remind myself of constantly. Welcome to ep 1 of "Merp is doing their best please be nice to them" (In no particular order) :

Learn to voice disagreement

Stop thinking about what you think other people will think of you

Learn to be proud of and appreciate yourself for things unrelated to your academics

Try your best at everything

a) Learn to motivate yourself and b) Learn to do things even if you aren't motivated

Take care of your self and your physical health

Honorary mentions:

Always think about the motives behind your goals, push yourself for the right reasons

I'm going to go on to explain the reasoning behind each goal, you can read it if you feel like but this is here just as a reminder for me!

Learning to voice disagreement is the first resolution I thought of for this list. I've always been the kind of person who wants to "keep the peace" and avoid conflict. This ties in a lot with my second resolution as well because often I don't voice disagreement because I don't want people to think of me as a burden. But I learnt last year that there is a time and place to choose your battles and you still have to fight some of them. Rolling over often puts me in an uncomfortable situation where I feel out of control. I have the right to disagree with people's opinions and I have the right to ask for things to be done differently some times. So I'm going to start exercising that right.

There's a reason I wrote "...what you THINK other people think..." It's because I know I am an overthinker and I often twist things in my head because of it. But yeah, I want to stop thinking about what other people might think because I figured (or I think at least) that this is why I'm demotivated. I'm doing things for other people and not for me. So like, stop that LMAO

This resolution is pretty specific but I'm sure people resonate with it. I've, in the recent years, started basing my self worth SOLELY off of my academic performance which, mind you, is only average. I'm sure one can see why this is a horrible cycle to be in. This, AGAIN, ties in with the idea that "if I do well other people will think I'm smart so then I can actually be proud of myself." I want to learn to be proud of myself not by other peoples standards but by my own.

Initially, this resolution was going to be "try your best everyday" but, I know that somedays I just won't be able to, and that's fine!! I do however want to try my best at all my goals. Academic goals, hobby related goals, self growth goals, etc. I want to try my best at each and every endeavor I set out on because, I think at least, that doing your best is an objectively good quality to have. I don't necessarily mean pushing yourself to the full extent every time. As always, there's a balance to be struck!

This one is kinda the overarching goal of this entire post- tackling my demotivation. Part a) doesn't need much explanation I think. Learning to do things even when you're not motivated is actually something I saw in an odd1sout video and it's something that stuck with me. Realistically, you aren't ALWAYS going to be motivated and, in this economy, there's a lot of things you're gonna have to do even if you don't like it. So I think this quality is essential to have actually.

This last one is a pretty common resolution I'd think and I'm about to fall asleep so YEE

Overall, I don't think I'm going to be documenting my progress on these except for maybe and occasional update. This blog is more for me to work on my academics because that's very important to me at the moment (but not TOO important). But we'll see if I change my mind. If you made it this far, I'm honored you care about what I have to say. Bye for now!!

[cloudcountry]

since you guys liked my idea so much here it is: WAYS THE NRC BOYS WOULD MAKE YOU WORSE

reader's personality is based more off of in-game yuu than anything? this set of hcs is a bunch of hypotheticals basically. this can be read as platonic or romantic idk each guy is written as if they are the closest person to you, friends or otherwise.

IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT

mentally preparing myself for the "i wouldnt do that!!!!!" comments...and post.

Riddle increases your attentiveness to the rules tenfold. No matter how meek you are, he makes your voice strong—and oh boy does it carry. You’re yelling at people for running in the halls, chastising them for not doing their homework, and opening your mouth wider when you speak. For a school full of troublemakers like Night Raven, the entire student body is so disappointed there’s another Riddle.

Trey makes you more passive, less likely to speak up when you see something. He’s always stood back in the shadows, watching over everything without saying a word, and it’s seeped into your personality, too. You’re spineless now. This world is unfamiliar, why should you try to do anything? You’d only stand out. You don’t want to be outstanding. You want to be as normal as possible. So you stand back.

Cater gets you wrapped up in the hype of social media. It started out as a way to indulge his interests but now you’re on Magicam all day, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. You send things to your friends and say “hey, we should do this” but never make any actual effort to connect with them outside of that. You fall easier into jealousy because you’re surrounded by glamor.

Deuce makes you reckless. He’s so willing to throw himself into things and it spurs you to do the same, no matter how many times your teachers or potential upperclassmen tell you not to. You can’t hear anything but Deuce and his yelling, his enthusiasm and terror for whichever situation you two find yourselves in, knowing that you’d follow him anywhere.

Ace makes you all the more prickly, your sharp jabs and irritating smugness a product of spending too much time with him. You two are two peas in a pod, but to an outsider you two just seem...irritating. You have a talent for getting under people’s skin and have definitely gotten better at lying.

Leona thinks its so cute how you try to defend him at every twist and turn. Like no, he is as dastardly as everyone is saying. Why are you trying to deny it? You’re suddenly seeing reason in the most massive ego-ed people this side of Sage Island and Leona honestly doesn’t know if he should be concerned for you or be amused because of you. (This one in particular was inspired by @loser-jpg LMAO)

Ruggie could have made you prioritize yourself more, but you think he took it a bit too far. See, now you’re snatching cafeteria items and worksheets right under people’s noses, giggling as they demand you give it back. Sometimes they don’t even notice you, but even if they did you’ve learned how to be lighter on your feet.

Jack and you are incredibly uncooperative people (unless you owe someone, of course.) He’s guided you away from asking for help, insisting that the people here will take advantage of you then turning around to say that he doesn’t care, he just doesn't want to get wrapped up in your mess. It’s like you can’t trust anyone but him and your Heartslabyul friends anymore.

Azul has given you one nasty sense of perception, allowing you to key into every little detail and find loopholes in the things people say in a second. He’s turned you into a deadly asset, one he treasures just as much as the student body fears. You read over his contracts and point out what you would do to get out of them, and he adjusts accordingly. What a fine team you two make!

Jade makes it clear that his morals are less than savory, and will often encourage you to partake in things you really shouldn't. You rationalize it as Jade helping you go after the things you want, to finally take and take and take from people when you’ve been so selfless all your life, because it's what you deserve isn’t it?

Floyd will often rope you into his schemes, and it's not wrong before you start doing the same. Once a model student, attending every class, you now skip class and watch with amusement as Floyd threatens another student, hiding your smile behind your hand. They may plead for your assistance, but who are you to stop Floyd? This poor soul clearly owed something.

Kalim instills you with a sense of jealousy and helplessness. He has money to solve all of his problems, his life must be so easy. You’ve lived through so many overblots and received no help from anyone, but Kalim has always been so kind and generous to you. It makes you resent him a little, and anyone else who tries to help, because they all have things that you don’t and that's just not fair.

Jamil twists and bends your mind so much that you can do the very same thing to others. You’ve caught onto his little game and he knows it, eyeing you with anticipation whenever you speak in the same honeyed tone he uses when he wants something. You’ve gotten scarily good at hiding it too, shooting him a smug grin because you know he knows, but nobody else does.

Vil brings out so much confidence in your abilities it’s borderline arrogance. You know you’re capable, so why doesn’t everyone just let you handle this? You can do it, they can’t. So they should just step aside. You’re not doing it to be mean, so why are they getting so annoyed at you? You’re just better.

Rook has some eccentricities, and you’re well aware of them. They put you off at first, but now you’re used to him. It just seems normal now. You’re not sure why everyone makes such a big deal out of his tendencies, that’s just how he is. He’ll stalk you, hunt you down, but he’s having fun! Don’t spoil it for him!

Epel is actually the perfect fit for NRC, you think. He’s a troublemaker, he’s stubborn, and he’s so, so angry. But he’s right! Why should you respect people who claim to be above you? It’s so irritating that they walk around with those annoying smirks on their faces. You two should do something about that, don’t you think?

Idia has a very specific way of talking that can not only be confusing, but can also irritate the hell out of people. Of all things you could pick up from him, you picked up his smug jabs and insults, accompanied by a tooth grin and a laugh. It’s unnerving how much he’s rubbed off on you, a true testament to how close you too are much to the chagrin of the rest of NRC.

Malleus finds so much delight in being your bodyguard, your most trusted companion, that he doesn’t even bat an eye when you use his magic for your own gain. You’ve gotten soft, molding to whatever shape Malleus wants you to be just so he won’t leave. You’re helpless without him, only he has the will and the magic to protect you. So won’t he please stay?

Lilia has a way of dodging the truth, putting a smile on his face even when he’s hurting. It makes you think that, if he can do that, why can’t you? Lilia is smart, he knows how to go about life, so you should follow his lead and bury your problems until they’ll never see the light again.

Sebek has done nothing but berate you for being human since you met him, and even if you’ve gotten closer to him over the course of your stay in Twisted Wonderland, you’re starting to think he’s right. If you had magic, if you weren’t human, you’d be more powerful. It’s a fact. You could do so much more if you weren’t so weak.

Silver has made you complacent. He takes each step carefully, protecting both you and Malleus, so why would you need to protect yourself in any capacity? It’s so nice, having this safety net. If you could, you'd rely on Silver forever, never facing the cruel realities of the world that are blocked by his strong arms.

[beloveds-embrace]

More roomate!au thoughts because, again, my brain never stops. When you move in with them, dont expect to be able to do anything by yourself ever again (unless its housework and their away), your car needs fuel? Dont worry Simon will go with you and fill it up for you and dont even think about trying to pay for it yourself, you tried once and Simon just glared at you so you tucked your card back into your purse. You need to go get a few supplies for college, Price and Gaz are joining you and giving their opinions about the best laptop to get or the best stationary (they fill out enough paperwork that they know the best ones). You're cooking them dinner, Johnnys right by your side following your every order and helping to wash up while you go relax on the sofa waiting for whatevers in the oven. And you will want for nothing, you see a pair of shoes you want while out shopping but their outside of your price range, they arrive at your door a week later just after the boys deploy, you see a pretty necklace on TV and comment on it, Johnnys there behind you fastening it just before your next night out. You lament that your mattess and bed are uncomfortable, a new one arrives the next and it just so happens to be big enough to fit all 5 of you on it.

Yeah, the boys would 1000% give you princess treatment

My mind is still on that drabble so i absolutely love this so so so very much god yes….

Original post

It doesn’t end there, of course. God, they do so, so much for you.

It’s Simon who stands right outside the bathroom door when you get sick late at night, trying to be quiet and not bother anyone yet when you tell him he should go to sleep, you’ll be fine, he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“Don’t need sleep,” he grunts, pulling you against his body. Despite your protests, his warmth alone makes you melt. “Jus’ tell me what you need.”

It’s Gaz who gifts you with a surprise spa day kit after he notices how exhausted you look during your exams, gently pushing aside your laptop. “You look knackered, lovie,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you, alright? You always spoil us when we return anyways, this the least we can do.”

It’s Johnny who immediately knows your day has been shit just from listening the way you shuffle in, shoulders slumped and head downcast.

“Someone steal yer sunshine, hen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Johnny,” you mumble tiredly, yet you have no energy to refuse when he leads you to the couch. “Bad day. I’ll just go to my room-“

“Nah, none o’ that,” he shakes his head, taking your bag. “Sit down, aye? I’ll fix you up something warm.” Though he makes sure to drap a blanket over yours shoulders before he goes into the kitchen, muttering about food.

It’s Price who goes hand in hand with your safety. All of them do make you feel safe but John is just- a bit different.

Once, you were being followed after you finished shopping and like an idiot, you’d forgotten your usual pepper spray you carried. You knew you were being followed because you could feel the eyes constantly on you and you circled the same area several times. Your hands are shaking when you text him, praying to every god-

- john

- Yes, love?

You are too afraid to even crack a smile at his serious punctuation.

- someones following me idk what to d

You don’t wait for him to reply. Just nervously, with too many typos, you tell him where you are and if please can he come or any of the men-

When John appears by your side in no less than five minutes, he just pulls you close to his side.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He ushers you along. “Bloke’s been dealt with. Give me your backs, yeah? Next time tell me or any of the muppets to join you.”

Too late you notice the blood splatters on his knuckles.

Also, remember when I said the original ad had been because they wanted someone to keep the place tidy when they are away? That doesn’t apply when they are home. If they see you cleaning or cooking, they are helping- nu uh, no complaints allowed, they are not about to let you slave away when you have four very capable men at your beck and call.

Hell, once it was Johnny who saw you scrubbing the kitchen floors and he just picked you up and placed you on the counter, tsking at you.

In a few hours, John returned to find all of them cleaning the kitchen; Soap was now dusting, Gaz vaccuming, and Simon wiping the counters.

And you were bundled in the couch corner, cozy and cute.

“What’s all this?” He asked, an eyebrow raised, and you shrug.

“She was tryin’ to clean.” Johnny grumbled from the corner.

“And you didn’t stop her sooner?”

“Bloody stubborn bird,” Ghost was the one who replied this time, not even looking up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look John fixed you with made you shut your mouth with a click.

“Good girl.”

The warmth on your cheeks was definitely not from overworking, at least.

You mention needing new clothes? You wake up to Simon’s credit card on your nightstand with a note ordering you to use it. “Strangely”, you can’t find neither your own card nor your wallet.

You also can’t find him, but Kyle’s there and oh wow! He has nothing to do so he will in fact be joining you (and making you model the dresses and outfits and send pictures to the others so you can be drowned in compliments)!

Also i like to hc that john(s) are both huge coffee lovers and they do in fact have those huge, fancy coffee machines yk? They are insulted when they see you drink the cheap, shitty, tasteless instant coffee you are surviving on and from then on, you will wake up every day to warm, fresh coffee made for you <33

Anyways gods i love them sm can you tell 😩😩

[unknownati]

xi. slow morning

a/n: from my draftz if theres typos dont tell me im blind and proud... as a side note i feel like i write intimacy better than anything else AM I TWEAKING.

warnings/tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, no desc of reader's physical features, fluff and smut, short, handjob (e! recieving—very ekko focused), intimacy (both nonsexual and sexual), cuddling, morning sex, modern!ekko, slight sub!ekko, hoping this position is understandable lol, no morning breath mentions y'all arent in each others face, half-proofread...meaning i gave up halfway thru. goodnight! 🙋🏾‍♀️

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warm slivers of sunlight seep through cracks in the curtains, spilling on your face as your eyes fluttered open, making a slow ascent into consciousness.

you're met with a phone screen, a pair of hands framing the device. ekko's. a thumb swipes along the screen, transitioning into the next video. two cats cuddling. you watch him hover over the send button, tap it, choose your profile, and type the message 'us :)' before sending it to you. your phone buzzes faintly on the nightstand, though you don't reach for it.

gentle breaths seep into your ears from behind you, relaxed and steady. a shift in movement, warmth enveloping your figure—his arms, which you reach up to stroke. his hold is protective and grounded.

he was long awake before you, you can tell from the way his voice sounds, smooth and airy.

"morning, angel."

it's a stark contrast from when he first wakes up. he sounds more gruff. more miserable. much like how you sound now.

you groan, soft. you stretch to rub the sleep out of your eyes. "g'morning."

you don't feel miserable, though. far from it. waking up in his arms is the only way you've ever liked waking up.

neither of you will be getting up any time soon. not with the way your legs are tangled together, the way he presses a tender kiss against the shell of your ear as a secondary greeting, it's all too...weighted. too comfortable to just brush past. it's the weekend, anyway.

you turn, neck slightly craned, forehead pressing into his clavicle. his scent clings to him, as intoxicating and heavenly as ever. the faint traces of last night's shower linger. you know he used your body wash—he always did. shea butter lied above a layer of his basic lotion (eucerin, you put him on since he has drier skin), completed with that divine cologne he uses. forest-y, notes of pine and bergamot.

your fingertips drag along the bare skin of his side, and he twitches away from your touch. a breathy laugh exits him.

"that tickles."

you stop, moving down to his core. "sorry," you murmur. it's half-sincere.

your digits dance across the surface of his stomach, quite literally. you create legs with your pointer and middle finger, making your little hand-person do twirls and jumps. his laughs bubbles again.

"that tickles worse," his chin meets the crown of your head when he looks down, unable to catch your expression. a hand meets your nape, mimicking your movements.

it's featherlight and playful, as if bugs are scuttling along your skin. you laugh the same as he does, shoulders shrugging up in discomfort.

"okay, okay! i'm sorry."

his hand settles at the bottom of your back, right where your spine curves inward. it's relaxed at first, but then it presses. pulls you closer. as if there's even any more space to close.

your legs wrap around his waist, the leg which you lay on pushing beneath his hip to raise it. it's only uncomfortable for a second, then it's like you're slowly melting into each other's forms. bare chest to bare chest, chins resting on the other's shoulder, hearts swelling at the same speed. you know your leg will fall asleep soon, but you don't care.

yet, he's not paying enough attention to you. not as much as you'd like. sure, his hand is stroking your back. sure, he still seems like he's trying to find ways to pull you closer. but his focus strays. it's all on his phone, undeserving.

his eyes stay glued to the screen, darting around. some video about owls. his hand was beginning to falter, his affection slowing.

greedy. you need more. you know how to get it.

you shift away and your hand meets his side again. he flinches, assuming you're continuing with your ticklish movements. he settles once realizing you won't. then it trails, a slow drag down towards the front of his boxers—a light blue pair with snoopy and woodstock printed in an even pattern. you bought them for him a while back, and he was never one to complain. plus, they were comfy.

only when your fingers breach the elastic band did he notice what you were doing. he doesn't stop you.

he wasn't soft for very long after you reveal his length. feeling it grow stiff in your hands made your heart rate pick up.

"i've barely even touched you yet," you murmur, turning to litter his neck with open-mouthed kisses. he groans in response.

his tip prods at your naval once his dick is standing at full attention. an airy chuckle flows from you into his ears. your fist closes just below the head, thumb reaching to rub along the sensitive underside. each vein, each ridge that you trace over elicits a whine—ones that are close to melodic, satisfying hums to your ears.

your hand moves agonizingly slow, long strokes that leave his mind going fuzzy. it's not long until his tip starts crying, which you happily collect as lubricant. his brows knit together, delicate gasps overlapping the video in the background.

ekko's face nuzzles into the junction connecting your neck and shoulder, plump lips pressing into the end of your collarbone. his moans muffle against your skin.

"hidin'?" you ask, your free hand reaching to run through his locs. he nods, slowly thrusting his hips up into your fist, meeting your movements halfway.

a small noise clicks behind you, and whatever video he was watching stopped. then a thud against the mattress. he dropped his phone. another arm clamps around you, and you know you've got him good.

finally, the attention is on you. his grasp on your body is tight, the sweet desperate nothings he whispers into your ears as he curses and begs you not to stop are angelic.

"fuck...don't stop. please, you make me feel s-so good. god, baby—"

you loosely echo his words back to him, voice sultry and raspy. "yeah?" you purr. "feels good?"

your wrist flicks faster, too quick for his lazy hips to keep up with. he loses rhythm, his pants stutter. he murmurs something, too shyly for you to hear, yet you can only assume he's coming undone. your theory is quickly confirmed, his movements slowing to a stop as he releases all over your hand and tummy, fingertips pressing into your back.

if only you could hear his pretty cries better. against your skin, they're low and subdued, but you can hear the incantations of your name paired with his voice breaking off at the peak of his climax.

neither of you realized how tense his body had become until he relaxes against you, hand still weakly skimming along your lower back.

still, your bodies were heavy. neither of you wanted to move. but the cum dripping off you was starting to feel weird, and you want it off.

you barely even get to think about moving before his arms squeeze tighter around you. "ekko, i wanna go wipe this off."

"not yet," he whispers shakily. "just...a few more minutes. can't be done with you yet."

you've definitely won his attention. for a few hours.

[tojisth3rdwife]

☺️HWEED😌

syn: Toji finds your edibles...

cw: none. straight crack...pun intended

a/n: i may be a lil high right now. dont tell nobody. excuse any bits that have typos or lack sense..i’ll proofread when im sober lmao

“Toji!”

Your voice carried from the hallway, beating you to the living room where you expected to find your boyfriend. He was in his usual spot on the couch, manspreading in his sweats and white tank. A backwards royal blue ball cap sat upon his head, pushing his fringe back from his face.

He looked content and relaxed, leaned all the back and into the couch cushions with the remote resting in his lap , his eyes fixated on the television screen.

You came stomping in the room in your fuzzy yellow slippers, wrapped in your bath towel with a shower cap still on, huffing frustratedly as you scanned the room for something.

“I know I didnt leave it...Toji. You didn't hear me calling you?” you look at him curiously as his hooded gaze drags in your direction. He blinks slowly, frowning at your question.

“No.” his voice was deeper than usual, as if he’d just woken up, but you dont have time to care about it. You were too busy trying remember where you’d last seen your stuff. Another exasperated sigh leaves you as you asked....

“Ok well, Have you seen a little black bag? Like a mini gift bag with blue strings for handles? I swear i put it on the counter..” you look away, posting your hands on your hips and poking your bottom lip out.

Toji’s frown deepened for a moment. He lifts his head with a thoughtful scowl , narrowing his gaze on you. Suddenly, realization sparks across his face.

“Ooooooh that bag...with the cookies and shit in it..” he mumbles, letting his head fall back into the cushion. Your hands fall from your hips as you perked up at Toji’s response.

“Yes with the cook...Hold up” you pause, your eyes now scanning the areas surrounding Toji until then focus in on the matte black gift bag with blue strings tucked in the crook of is arm.

Your eyes narrow into slits.

“Toji. What is that?”

At you change in tone, Toji lifts his head again, perking his brow.

“What is what?” he feigns ignorance but you knew damn well he knew what was what. You lift your arm slowly to point a finger at the bag.

“THAT. Right there.” your lasor beamed glare guides Toji attention straight down to the little bag cradled against his bicep.

“Oh. You meant this bag!”

You close your eyes, saying nothing as you summon the powers of the universe to ground you. Your fingers lift to pinch the bridge of your nose as you tapped your foot against the carpet

“Toji..My Toji..My ButterBall..My BooBiscuit...I just know you didnt eat my stuff. Please tell me I know..”

Toji stares at your blankly with a clueless sheen over his mossy eyes.

“Um...You know?” his tone scoops upward and tucked your lips together, exhaling sharply through your nose.

“Dont play with me right now. Just tell me. Did you eat all my stuff? All my cookies and gummies?” you whine, still tapping your foot steadily. You opened your eyes to find an incredulous look on Toji’s face made you want to wind back slap him across the forehead.

Similarly to you before, Toji jutts his bottom lip out in fake utter confusion.

“whaaaaaaaaat?????” his deep voice scoops again.

“Whatchu talking bout? You know i dont like candy like that..”

“What about the cookies then?” you tilt your head, hands back on your hips. Toji stares at you blinking, eventually blowing between his lips dissmissively.

“Psshhbbbb..No. I did not” he slurs in a way that was very unlike him, his gaze back on the TV intently.

Thats when you noticed it wasnt even on. Toji was literally staring at a blank screen as if it were playing something. Thats also when it dawned on you.

This mf high...

“AHAH!!!!! You did!! How many?” you ask, having to snap your fingers a few times to regain Toji’s attention seconds after you posed the question. He blinks up at you lazily again.

“Hmm?”

“HOW. MANY. COOKIES. DID. YOU. EAT?” you repeat with emphasis and the dumbfounded look on Toji’s face told you before he did.

“You muthafucka..” you say under your breath as Toji looked down at his hands to hold up two fingers.

“Uhhhhm 2...I think. “ he tilts his head, glancing off to the side in thought.

“Aw hell..” you sigh. At that, Toji perked up a little, seemingly concerned.

“Why? What was wrong with em?” he asks and you walk around the centered chesnut coffee table to thump him on the forehead.

“Ow.” he whined softly.

“Dumb ass. Those were edibles! From the dispensery.”

“The dispensary? Wait, those had weed in them? Ohho shit..” Toji begins to laugh, running his hand over his face as he leaned back. You stood there watching him silently as he seemed all too tickled by the fact that his greediness landed him on a loooooong one way trip to stoneville.

“Fuck..and I ate 2! Oh shit..” he continued to giggle, a sound as rare as rain in the sahara. You wanted to have an attitude but the tension in your face and body gradually dissipated the longer you watched your normally nonchalant and unapproachable man be reduced to a giddy fool due to an overload of THC.

You cant help but find it adorable.

“Thats a damn shame..” you shake your head all while Toji laughed himself into a coughing fit. He pats his chest with his fist a few times before laying his palm flat over his heart.

“Wheew shit. Im fucked up..hehe..” he snorts and a reluctant chuckle escapes you.

“A damn shame..” you repeat.

“Damn...” Toji echoes, his sleepy gaze focusing on the ceiling for a second.

His amusement tapered as a thought occured to him.

“Wait, whats gonna happen now? I dont do drugs..And since when do you do drugs??”

“Aaaand the paranoia hits..” you nod amidst Toji’s solitaire edition of 21 questions.

“..Will I start losing hair? Or get a gut? Or..”

“Nothing will happen to you. Well, nothing bad or dangerous at least. Youre gonna be hungry as fuck in a minute though.” you assure him, mood completely flipped.

“Im always hungry..”Toji shrugs and you scoff.

“Clearly! I don't recommend you eat anything else out of that bag or its gonna get even weirder for you. I cant believe your greedy ass really ate two. Those ‘$4 a pop’ , soft and chewy...big.. Hey those were some big ass cookies, Toji..”

“I know.Two THICK ASS cookies..” he wrinkles his nose with impressed disgust, as if he didnt just inhale those cookies 30 minutes ago.

You went off on a rant, reprimanding him sternly and going on about how you were looking forward to having your cookie and relaxing because you’d had a long week. As you were talking, Toji was entertaining himself by waving his hand in front of his face slowly, letting out a stiff grunt in reaction the delayed trail of its shape waving along.

“Toj..”you cut off the second syllable of his name when you noticed him blinking one eye at a time, as if he were about to fall asleep.

You clap your hands together loudly and Toji flinches dramatically.

“Oh my god.. This fool is high. I never thought I’d see the day. Look at yourself..” you gesture towards him and Toji’s face scrunches up.

“How? Like in a mirror?” he asks, and your only response is squint at him. With a shake of your head, you know that was about as much as you could handle for the night.

“I cant.” you laugh, snatching up your bag from the couch and turning away, curls slinging around under the shower cap.

“Bye Toji. Dont leave the house. And DONT eat anymore of my stuff or else!” you threaten him over your shoulder before disapperong down the hallway.

Leaving Toji in the living alone again, swatting a hand at you dismissively, then going right back to sitting confortably and staring at the black TV screen.

For another 30 minutes.

[ilovegeorgie]

hiiii hope u having lovely day !!! may i request any ringo fic !? u could also use this as en excuse to post any rigo draft but if not ㅡ some bongo fluff if thats alright! totally in love w your writing AND ur george sickfic, so i was hoping for a similar one with ringo ?

can be anything but preferably slow soft cozy fluffy day inside you know , no worries if u cant, love ur writing <3

there, running my hands through his hair

ringo starr x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none !

summary: sickday with rings and the other boys messing around

a/n: omgg thanks smmmm <33 y'all dont know how much it means when i get comments like these. btww im sorry of theres a few typos, im full of school work :/

it was raining outside, there was a steady, quiet drizzle that tapped gently at the windows. inside the hotel room was warm, the light was golden and low, filtered through the curtains. a record was playing quietly in the corner.

ringo was buried under at least three blankets on the couch, his hair a little messy, cheeks pink from the low fever he’d woken up with. he had one arm poking out from the mountain of fabric, holding a half-drunk cup of tea she'd made him an hour ago.

she was sat on the floor beside him, flipping through a magazine, glancing up every so often to check on him.

“you alright, love?” she asked softly, reaching up to brush a bit of hair away from his forehead.

he gave her the tiniest smile, eyelids heavy. “mhm, bit tired,” he murmured, his voice thick and sleepy.

“you look tired,” she teased, brushing her knuckles gently along his jaw. “well, more sleepy.”

ringo chuckled, then coughed softly into his blanket. “i’m a sick, what did you expect?” he croaked.

“you look kinda cute like this,” she added, and he leaned into her hand just a little.

"i always look cute," he said as she laughed.

she climbed up onto the couch beside him carefully, sliding under the blankets with him. he immediately turned towards her, resting his head against her shoulder. she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing slow circles on his back.

“this is nice,” he whispered, a little congested, nuzzling closer. “i could stay here forever.”

the rain tapped gently against the window. somewhere down the hall, they could faintly hear the other boys laughing, probably playing cards or making a mess in someone else’s room. but here, in this little pocket of stillness, it was just the two of them.

at one point, ringo lifted his head to look at her, eyes soft, nose a little red, curls falling into his eyes.

“thanks for takin’ care of me,” he murmured. “even when i look like a sad mop.”

she laughed, brushing her fingers through his hair. “you always look like a mop, love. just usually a happier one.”

ringo grinned, then tucked his face back against her neck with a sleepy sigh. “you dont know how much i love you.”

she felt her heart skip a beat and looked down, but he was already dozing again, warm and safe in her arms.

...

the storm outside didn’t let up, and neither of them minded.

she stayed like that for a long while, curled up with him beneath the weight of the blankets, one hand stroking his hair. every so often, he let out the tiniest snore, barely a sound, really, more like a sigh. it made her smile every time.

at some point, he stirred again, eyes blinking open slowly like he’d just remembered where he was. he looked up at her, cheeks still flushed because of the fever, but his gaze soft and utterly content.

“you’re still here,” he murmured, voice rough.

she kissed his temple. “where else would I be?”

she shifted a bit to get a better look at him, tucking the blankets around his shoulders. “oh my, you’re warm like a little oven.”

“’m a multifunctional oven,” he mumbled sleepily.

her fingers traced over the freckles on his face. “you’re ridiculous.”

then a knock at the door followed by john’s voice, “oi, has the mop kicked the bucket yet, or is he still hogging all the sympathy?”

ringo groaned loudly and buried his face into her shoulder. “ignore them, if they ask i’m dead.”

she giggled. “you want me to go tell them off for you?”

ringo nodded. “please..”

she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i’ll let them know, very noble of you.”

another voice joined in from the hallway, it was george this time. “tell him if he wants soup, he better come fight me for it.”

“he can’t fight anyone, george, he’s practically soup himself!” she called back through the door.

“exactly!” came paul’s voice now, laughing.

ringo just groaned again and pulled the blanket further over his head. “tell them i’m retiring, this is my new life now. the blanket kingdom.”

she snorted, curling back in beside him. “fine your majesty, shall i fetch the royal tissues?”

ringo peeked out and gave her the softest look “nah,” he said, reaching for her hand. “i’ve got everything i need.”

[dabuggh3]

Just something random, I hope you guys like it😽🫶🏼 ENJOYYY!!!

ꕤ Huh?? ꕤ

It was a Sunday morning and you and Hamzah were in your apartment, laying in bed. It had been a couple minutes since both of you had woken up. So you were just on your phones. Later on you both decided to go wash your teeth.

You and Hamzah stand hip to hip in the bathroom. Hamzah reaches for the floss and cuts both of you a piece. You guys finish then brush your teeth. While brushing your teeth you start thinking of random things and remember a video you saw.

You bend down, spitting out your toothpaste, “ Babe what would you do if a girl came up to you and started flirting with you? ”, you say then proceeded to put your toothbrush back in your mouth. Hamzah, with his toothbrush still in his mouth, scrunches his eyebrows and smiles. He bends down to spit and laughs, “ Waterr you saying right now”.

You giggle, “ What?, what would you do”. Hamzah just smiles and shakes his head. “ Like what if a girl came up to you and got all up on you, like rubbing your arm or touching your hair”. He looks at you with a shocked expression, “ Oh hell naurr, I would probably walk away”

You whip your head to look at him, “THAT’S IT you wouldn’t tell her anything??” “ I DONT KNOWW thats so awkward” “ Girl bye” you side eye him. He stares and thinks for a little, “I would probably tell her to back the fuck up or just start screaming in her face, just act like I’m tweaking AUGH AUGHH ” he says acting out the faces and noises he would make.

You look at him, starting to giggle, “Okay and what if she was like, you’re so fineeuh can I have your number.” “Noouhh I have a girlfriend” “ And what if she says she doesn’t care” “ Ima drop kick her” “ Boy you know dam well” you say laughing. “ Okayy but I would probably just tell her to get away from me or just come home”

You both finished brushing your teeth, Hamzah sets down his toothbrush and gives you a big hug. “ I would literally do anything because I only love you” he says looking at you as he holds you. You smile, “ Aww shut up, I love you” you give him a kiss. He smiles, “Okay what do you wanna eat!”

I have been writing a lot moreeee so more coming soon🫣💌 (sorry for any typos)