#if any of u have done this already pls tag me so i can see!!!

[winxys]

coloring before and after tag <3 tagged by @awek-s @ashisland and @song-mingi <3

i did this not long ago and not much has changed but i had some nice psds saved so 👍

tagging @suhyeos @kdongyoung @ennuijpg @jinhas @wabisaba @kyubins @iloveziont and anyone else who wants to do it just say i tagged u :D

[acourtofquestions]

Dont be angry, Finnula said. Be smart.

[midnight-mourning]

He’s a Little Confused but He's Got the Holiday Spirit

Hello! As the title implies, it's time for this to become a fic, for those that don't know, I wrote a prompt response that's basically a christmas au of confused spirit (curtosey of @divinit3a) and it was so good that I decided to make a full fic for it. this post contains the basic info of the fic, some lovely designs brought to life by Pom and will include links to each chapter as it posts ^_^

There's also a little poll at the end to vote on the title if you'd like to participate~

The Plot:

You're a blacksmith/animatronic technican in a small, mountain village, known far and wide across the kingdom for it's holiday decorations and delight. So much so that the royal family themselves visit yearly to partake in the festivities.

However, due to some recent threats and strange has happenings, there's much more security this year, and among that security is two royal guards who seem keenly interested in keeping you from investigating too far into the matter. And you, they're also interested in you.

The Characters:

Y/N - You! With the same personality, motivations, and goals as Y/N from Confused Spirit, and with a similar job as well. You run a shop in town with a small team of smithies, tinkerers, and inventors at your side. (I don't have a design currently but imagine a the most androgynous blacksmith/medival peasent outfit ever <33)

Sun & Moon - The two guards that have been meddling in your affairs. Though, given they've been a surprising help with your siblings, you can't say much. Also with the same personalities, and characteristics as Confused Spirit. However, they're motivations and goals are different and do not reflect their CS counterparts. Meaning, anything discovered about these two does not apply to or justify any actions taken by them in CS. Designs below are by Pom who brought my vision to life <3333

The Shop Crew - the parts & infastructure team from CS! with an adjustment here or there :)

Melissa & Gabriel - Your siblings. Still adorable. And still a menace.

All others - You'll just have to see :) There is some overlap from CS, such as Abby as some already know, among many more

Where to read:

I'll be posting these to tumblr & ao3! Tumblr first/only (until I can think up a title) but then I'll also have it on ao3 for better reading bc these will be long chapters.

Speaking of, there will be seven chapters total, including the one I've already posted!

Timeline:

Honestly want to tell y'all i'll be sharing a chapter every day or so, but after the disaster that was me last week with feeling unwell and getting behind, I'll just say, she'll be posted completely hopefully before my break is over 😅

Title (and tagging):

While I admit it WOULD be funny to just name it Holiday Spirit, I'm gonna let y'all decide for sure. I'll leave the poll up for a week since I'm not in a rush to post to ao3 (and I unfortunately doubt I'll have it done in a week lmao) everything related to it though will be tagged with #HS! au and #Holiday spirit au as the au is called Holiday Spirit, this is just for fun pretty much

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/midnight-mourning/771893744939270144/2-animatronics-dancing-oh-and-you-youre-there?source=share (this is an inline link bc it KEEPS SHOWING SPOILERS)

EDIT: messed up the poll, so sorry >_< if you already voted and it said 1 day pls vote again shkjdf

Tag list for the usuals (if you would like added, see this post for more info):

@scarletcowboy @beemyhuneybee @fishm0ther @deviouscrackers @elsajoyagent8

@luckyyyduckyyy @zenkaiankoku @jogimote @local-shrub @amarynthian-chronicles

@robinette-green @everlightreader @sinister-sincerely @starredeclipse @dangerva

@juukai @crystalmagpie447 @mothgutz236 @lizyxml

[astonmartinii]

can i pls request an insta au for max verstappen where the reader is a professor??

teacher's pet | max verstappen instagram au

pairing: max verstappen x professor!reader

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redbullracing: happy national teacher's day! while we say a big thank you to all the teachers around the world we give a big shout out to our very own professor y/n who finally taught max something other than racing and the world map.

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user12 omg this is so cute

maxybaby i wish we got to see more of y/n in the paddock but i get why we don't

danielricciardo happy national teacher's day y/n - i've got an apple with your name on it for the next time i see you

maxverstappen1 suck up

yourusername don't be mean maxy

user77 y/n breaking up fights in the comment section i can't

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maxverstappen1: happy national teacher's day my love !! i know how hard you work everyday, so i wanted to help out where i could (also these textbooks are unreasonably expensive)

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yourusername thank you so much maxy - we're all so grateful xx

yourstudent1 you're all of our sugar daddy now

yourusername lets not make it weird

user23 max's relationship with y/n has been the best pr red bull could've ever asked for

georgerussell63 and they call me the teacher's pet

user14 LMAO GEORGE

pierregasly not on the wholesome post bro

christianhorner geri and the kids would like to know when you're next over for dinner?

yourusername easter is good for us !

user3 not them making plans in the comments

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yourusername: end of semester trip to zandvoort !! these guys annoyed me all term but in the end they deserve everything - plus points for max winning his home race xx

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maxverstappen1 i don't know what you mean about them being annoying - they were angels, i do wonder where all of my champagne went though ?

yourusername they're students they'll take any free alcohol they can get

yourstudent1 love you max - can you pay off my student loans?

yourstudent2 and mine?

yourstudent3 and mine?

yourstudent4 and mine?

yourusername he didn't even pay off mine he's not going to pay off yours and STOP TRYING TO MAKE MY BOYFRIEND YOUR SUGAR DADDY

user46 wtf is happening in this comment section

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maxverstappen1: happy anniversary my love - you're a massive inspiration to me and keep me going despite being so busy yourself, you have so much knowledge and love and patience (your students are insane) xx

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yourusername i love you maxy xx

danielricciardo haps anniversary you two - double date soon?

yourusername done.

maxverstappen1 done.

redbullracing congrats parents

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yourusername: happy graduation to my class !! you guys have given me hundreds of grey hairs, sleepless nights and a coffee addicition, HOWEVER, i'm so so proud of all of you and can't wait to see what you do in the future (stop asking my boyfriend to pay off your loans)

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yourstudent1 i miss you already :(

maxverstappen1 was an honour to help give out degrees to the inspiring (and annoying) next generation

yourusername thank you maxy

danielricciardo so like when are you proposing?

charles_leclerc did you just spoil her own proposal?

maxverstappen1 ur so dumb i can't

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maxverstappen1: max verstappen-y/n and professor y/n verstappen-y/ln reporting for duty

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yourusername love you so so much

user45 OMG PARENTS

yourstudent1 do we get to come to the wedding?

danielricciardo CONGRATS MAXY ONLY TOOK YOU 6 YEARS

christianhorner congratulations you two - christian, geri and the kids xx

note: hope you enjoyed - i took a lot of creative liberty so i hope it's okay xx

[gortash-week]

hello gortash nation. it is i, host of this week @sankttealeaf here! gortash week may "officially" be over but that means nothing when the archduke wants more! (he will not stop until he has more, please i miss my family he's keeping me locked away in wyrms rock prison and is making me dance for his amusement! i cant dance! help please!!)

anyway - despite the event ending, i will be leaving the AO3 collection open until the end of august / early september for those who found the event a little later and want to make something for these prompts. time is a weird soup after all, we don't follow rules here!!

if you've made something and have thought "oh no! its not the day of the prompt anymore - i cant post it" PLEASE share it!! i'm still accepting submissions and i'll still reshare any gortash week work here & tag whichever day its for! i know some people found out about the event as it was happening and if the prompts have inspired you - please share!!! i'd love to see it!!

thank you from the bottom of my heart if you've participated in this event - whether that's making things or simply engaging with the content shared. it means the world to me that people found the prompts interesting enough to take time out of their day to make something for it. i had no idea this event would be as big as it's become and i'm so so so impressed with the wide variety of work made and shared!! everyone is so talented and i cant wait to see what other things you all make and write <3

as for the future? well, i'd love to run more events like this! i've mentioned before about a hypothetical "gort month" that would include two prompts per week, 8(ish) prompts in total. that way there's a loooot more time to work on things & if people wish to join halfway through it's a lot less pressure to do so! my aim for running events is to keep them as stress & pressure free as possible because theyre here to be fun! i'm also open to comments & ideas & feedback on how you (yes, you!) found this event so if i do end up running something else in the future it can be better and better! pls feel free to shoot me as ask (anon or not it's fine! be respectful though, that's all i ask<3) if you have any post-event comments you want to air and i'll respond!!

again, if i've missed any of your work you've posted, please send it my way! no message required, just drop me the link & i'll share it asap!! thank you to those who have done that already!! i easily miss things and i dont want anyone to feel like im purposefully leaving them out!!

thank you again for making this week so enjoyable! ive had such a blast hosting it and if i see any other events i'll be sure to reblog them here (for those interested: i've seen a wyllmancer week, a galemancer week (both on twitter), and a lae'zel week on here that i can't seem to find the post for to link to :( )

again - super open to comments and feedback or even if you just want to say hi! i'm way more active on my main blog if you're interested in hanging out there :3

thank u so much for this week, it's been so much fun <3 <3

[sugar-omi]

good lord I was trying to study but out of nowhere I know where🩸this came into my mind:

having a night in at ur grown up house w cove derek and baxter (only dating cove) and everyone gets wasted asf so they sleep over and late at night the other two can hear u and cove in ur bedroom 👀 ykwim?

the smut and angst potential of them getting off to listening to u two from their respective guest rooms and the irony of both ur guests doing it omggggggg 🫣

in the morning neither of them can properly look at u two out of shame and u and cove r just embarrassed cause u think it’s just cause they heard u (and ofc ur only half right)

these ideas fr come to me at the worst time lol

-🗑️

I AM SCREAMING. YOU'RE SO BRILLIANT I CAN'T.... derek would really try not to, but i feel like it'd end up seeping into his dreams and he just can't resist. and baxterrrr omg... he'd be so embarrassed n ashamed, i dont think he'd be able to sleep the rest of the night at all, even once you n cove are done... pls you sent this at the perfect time bc i was about to start writing n i cannot focus until i write this now, i must have this in a fic.. n ik it isn't what you're talking about, but this is also so good n i instantly thought abt this scenario. i will take ANY chance for derek n baxter to fall in love or into bed LOL

tags : NSFW, baxter x derek, one night stand (UNLESS), you and cove drink, auralism*, oral (derek receiving), top/dom baxter, bottom derek, derek has a crush on you/MC, baxter has a thing for both of you or maybe he's just a kinky bastard

*to be aroused by sound. (can be compared with voyeurism)

synopsis : baxter and derek are staying with you for an extended vacation (much needed for both of them.) and while you two have been considerate and lovely hosts, you're a bit loud... not that it's a problem. quite the opposite actually..

imagine baxter is pouring himself a glass of wine, unable to get your and cove's muffled moans out of his head.

he's generous with his pouring, since everyone already had a lot to drink during dinner, being reserved is unnecessary.

baxter tips back his cup, licking his lips, savoring the sweet taste of this wine, humming at the taste. not bad..

he's checking the label, wanting to remember the brand so he can add it to his shelves at home.

"oh."

baxter looks up, tired eyes wide at the sudden guest. he's met with derek's wide eyes, equally tired..

baxter gives a lopsided smile, trying to be friendly with his new friend. he gestures to the barstools across from him, "care to join me?"

derek rubs his neck shyly, "ah, i wouldn't want to impose. i just came for some water.."

baxter shakes his head, leaning back on the island, taking a sip of his wine. if he knew he'd have company, he wouldn't have poured so much at once.

he licks his lips, trying not to eye his glass to see if it looks like an reasonable amount of wine. trying to preserve his put together image is fruitless anyway, baxter is a hot mess walking and you could probably smell his issues all the way from france.

"nonsense, i wouldn't mind company. the best conversations are best shared under the stars, i'd say. although, i won't blame if you're going bak to bed." baxter laughs to himself humorlessly. "probably a better idea than getting drunk again."

derek laughs, "well, if you don't mind the company then.." and goes about grabbing some water before sitting across from baxter, trying to be quiet when he drags out the barstool.

there's a stretch of silence between them, the two of them sipping their drinks and baxter plays off his awkwardness by admiring the photo collage in the hallway, visible through the wide doorway.

baxter turns back to derek, who's holding his water with both hands, dozily looking into the glass. he looks up and is surprised to meet baxter's sharp gaze, but plays it off with a smile.

baxter speaks lazily, his movements languished and his bones heavy. he's feeling warm from the wine, and a bit chatty. "couldn't sleep either, huh?"

derek laughs, "that obvious?"

baxter shrugs, speaking around the lip of his wineglass. "i figured we're in the same boat."

derek stills, his cheeks slowly filling red, and he looks up, trying to figure out if he's trying to say he also heard you and cove doing... it. the other night.

baxter bounces his eyebrows, and that makes derek flush brightly, looking down. "y-yeah, i guess we are.."

he laughs, covering his mouth to muffle the noise.

derek seems to relax a bit at his amusement, and eventually they relax a bit more, and baxter goes on to tell derek more of his wedding horror stories when he asks.

they're laughing, trying to muffle the sound with their hands when they get too loud, and baxter is leaned over the counter, rambling to derek as softly as possible.

baxter signs and shakes his head, a smile still on his lips as he takes another sip. he's definitely getting buzzed again.

and at some point baxter even sits next to him and derek seems to greatly enjoy baxter's open laughter and his wide gestures as he narrates his stories, even throwing up his own chaotic stories about what it was like growing up with his brothers.

"hey.." derek calls, and baxter hums curiously in response. "does that taste good?"

baxter raises his brow but tips his glass towards derek. "it is. it has notes of peach and honey... wanna try?"

derek glances between baxter's eyes and the wine, nodding, taking the glass from his hands and taking a long sip...

baxter's eyes are stuck on derek's lips, his eyes following how his throat bobs when he swallows and his tongue dashes out to lick the wine running down the corner of his lips..

baxter snaps his eyes back towards derek's, who's already looking back at him.

the silence seems long, and the distance between derek and baxter's lips seems even longer, and he feels antsy even though they're both leaning in, their lips meeting in the middle in a soft kiss.

derek deepens the kiss, leaning into baxter, and humming into the kiss when baxter starts rubbing his thigh, his fingers sliding down th fabric of his sweatpants until he's touching his inner thigh, dangerously close to his bulge..

a moan echoes, and baxter and derek break apart, panting and their lips wet and swollen. then they hear it again, and some muffled talking.

they look into each others eyes, unable to move. they're both wide awake now, both because of that hot kiss and the sounds of cove's deep, and futile muffled moans.

their chests rise and fall, tension in the air, mingling with something else...

derek speaks first, taking baxter's hand before he can pull away. "do you... should we go to your room?"

baxter blinks owlishly, shocked and flustered. but really fucking turned on.

"yes, yeah, yeah okay.." he stumbles his words, totally knocked off his feet by the way derek looks at him, his green eyes deep with lust, and the whole turn of events.

derek leads him down the hall, and baxter is grateful he didn't somehow knock over the barstool or the flower vase in the hall.

they walk past your shared bedroom, baxter's designated room for his stay, at the end of the hall.

baxter tries to ignore the way his cock throb when he hears cove curse and growl, "fuck, you're so warm..." he tries not to think about it, but the idea of what you two are getting up to, how you both look and sound, what you're doing to each other...

he's trying not to let his mind run away with him but he's admittedly, a weak man. and so is derek, if the way he clutches his hand tighter and all but shoves baxter through the door and closes the door a bit louder than he should.

you and cove always drown out all other forms of life when you're together, and baxter doubts it's much different in the bedroom, if not "worse."

derek pushes baxter to sit on the bed, standing over him, his legs on either side of baxter's lap and he pulls off his shirt, throwing it on the floor.

baxter licks his lips, his hands sliding up derek's waist and stomach, his body thick and toned with muscles... "goddamn..." baxter exhales, all but drooling at the sight.

derek laughs shyly, lifting his arm to rub his neck (a nervous tick baxter has come to realize) and the muscles in his arm stretches and flex. baxter has a distant thought about derek being able to manhandle him...

"is this okay?" derek asks, suddenly shy now.

baxter nods, leaning in to kiss along derek's bronze stomach, his lips trailing down his happy trail to his bulge. "more than okay.."

baxter tugs on derek's sweatpants, looking up at him. "let me know if you want to stop..."

he tugs down derek's pants and underwear, letting his cock spring free. baxter strokes his cock to full mast, and derek holds onto baxter's hand for support, his other hand coming up to muffle his moan.

baxter wraps his lips around derek's flushed tip, sucking and circling his tongue over the head.

"b-baxter..." derek gasps, his thighs shaking.

baxter takes him deeper down his throat, keeping eye contact as he swallows around his cock, reaching down to palm his own bulge through his satin pajamas.

he groans, the vibrations sending shivers up derek's spine and derek mumbles, his fingers finding their way to baxter's hair, clinging onto the already messy locks.

baxter tears his hand away from his hard-on, to undo the buttons on his pajama shirt, the buttons slipping through his fingers until his shirt is wide open.

"mhm-!" baxter startles, gripping onto derek's thighs, his hips bucking up into his warm mouth.

derek moans shakily, "oh f- i'm sorry. sorry.." he babbles, pushing back baxter's fringe, his thighs twitching and his muscles clenching under baxter's hands.

baxter hums around derek's length, patting his thigh. his tongue drags along the underside of his cock, baxter's lips pulling off him with a pop, his lips wet and puffy.

baxter's sharp, lustful eyes meeting derek's equally horny gaze. derek's flushed cheeks are a feast for baxter's eyes, he can't wait to have him in bed..

"do you.. wanna go further?" baxter asks, his hand making obscene wet noises from all the pre-cum and spit, as he strokes derek's cock in his fist.

derek nods, his throat bobbing as he tries not to fall to his knees or cry out and alert you and cove to what they're doing in here.. "yes, please.."

baxter pulls away, standing up to tug off the rest of his clothes while derek tugs off his pants, almost tripping when the leg gets stuck on his ankle but baxter ignores it since he's not very elegant either, the wine still buzzing through him.

he throws his clothes on the floor, all but throwing himself into the bed with derek, straddling his lap as he captures his lips in a kiss, his tongue slipping past derek's lips, guiding his tongue to move with his own.

derek grips baxter's waist, his hands pulling him down to grind him into his lap, their cocks sliding together.

baxter breaks the kiss, his lips falling to derek's neck...

"cove- cove- cove!" your cry is heard through the wall, followed by muffled moans and whimpers.

"ah!" derek moans, his fingrs digging into the plush of baxter's hips when he bites down on his neck.

"oh- sorry. did i hurt you?" he worries, kissing the area soothingly. he didn't expect you to.. cry out so loudly. not that you aren't allowed to be loud in your own home, or anything like that. he just didn't think you'd sound so hot.

he's trying not to think about if he wishes it was his name on your lips, or what cove is doing to make you call his name so loudly and lewdly...

derek shakes his head, or tries too with baxter under his chin. "i mean, it hurt but.. it wasn't bad..." derek admits shyly.

baxter smiles, pulling off his neck to kiss his lips again, smiling too much to kiss properly but they have all night for that anyway...

he leans over the edge of the bed for his bag, fumbling through the open inner pocket for a condom and lube.

it's not that baxter planned to get laid on this trip, it's just bad to be unprepared.

"do you want to be on top?" baxter inquires, pointing the condom at derek.

he flushes, licking his lips and glancing off to the side. "um.. if you don't mind, you can be on top..."

baxter raises his brows, a blush high on his cheeks.

ohh derek really is interesting.

"not at all." baxter purrs, fixing their position so one of derek's legs is on his shoulder, and the other over his thigh.

he slowly sinks one, then two, then three digits into derek's hole, scissoring his fingers and rubbing derek's thigh soothingly. he's such a mess just from his fingers alone, derek's face half buried in the pillow and his hips bucking up and his thighs shaking.

"that's-" derek pants, swallowing thickly. "that's enough... put it in.. please..." he gasps, peeking at baxter through his lashes.

"fuck..." baxter curses, his stomach dipping with lust.

he fumbles, trying to open the condom but his fingers are covered in lube and he ends up ripping it with his teeth impatiently. baxter rolls it over his length, leaning over to pull derek into a kiss as he sinks into him.

"hmmn!" derek mewls into the kiss, his arms coming to lock around baxter's neck.

baxter slams his hips into derek, a loud slap sounding through the room from baxter's hips meeting his ass. baxter breaks the kiss, hissing.

that was definitely too loud, but it's also been so long since he's been with someone, and derek is so charming, that he's not sure he cares..

derek moans, trying to stifle it by biting his lips.

they pant, letting derek adjust to his length and for them to catch their breath, baxter feels like the air has been knocked out of him with how derek's hot walls are wrapped around him, his hole clenching and flutter around him, trying to take him deeper.

"mn, y/n-" cove voice is muffled, keeping them from hearing the rest of his sentence. although it was probably cut short, if the deep groan they hear through the wall is anything to go by.

baxter pants, "i'm.. i'mma start moving..." he gasps, moving so he's sitting up again, his hand pushing derek's knee up towards his chest.

derek covers his mouth with his hand, baxter's cock dragging so slowly against his walls, his eyes rolling and fluttering shut when his tip bumps against a sensitive spot in his walls, dangerously close to his prostate..

"harder!- ha- oh fuck!" you curse and moan unabashedly loud, followed by your bed frame thumping against the wall.

it quiets down to some creaking, with dull thumps every now and then.

baxter picks up the pace of his thrusts, spurred on by all your sounds from the other room and derek's lewd expressions.

derek whimpers, his moans and cries barely muffled by his hand and when baxter's hips slam into his repeatedly, he can't hold onto his barrage of moans and whines, babbling nonsense.

baxter leans over him, forcing his legs against his chest so he can whisper in derek's ear, stuffing his fingers down derek's throat, his middle and ring fingers pressing on his tongue.

"shh, darling. they'll hear us..." baxter purrs, although he laughs and nods his head to the side, "although, i think being quiet is a bit useless for all of us at this point."

derek whimpers around baxter's fingers, drool pooling in his mouth. he closes his lips around the digits and sucks, swallowing, dragging his tongue along baxter's fingers seductively..

"god." baxter grunts, his face scrunching up in pleasure.

his hips thrust up into derek's g-spot, his thrusts shallow as they both get closer and closer to finishing.

baxter pulls his fingers from derek's lips, a string of spit connecting derek's lips to the digits before it breaks, his hand slipping between their bodies to stroke derek's weeping cock, pre-cum pooling along the valley of his abs...

baxter captures derek in a sloppy kiss, neither of them really trying to hold back their sounds anymore. and from the sounds of it, you and cove aren't worried about being quiet either, your moans more frequent and totally unrestrained.

"i'm gonna-" derek pants, his nails dragging down baxter's shoulder.

"go ahead. cum. cum for me." baxter growls, his hand abusing derek's sensitive tip, making short strokes.

derek's legs shake on either side of him, his eyes rolling as he cums into baxter's hand. baxter groans, his hips stuttering as derek clenched around him, filling the condom.

they melt into each other, their chests rising and falling, and their heavy breathing match.

baxter turns his head to the side, seeing the sky turn from night to early morning..

"i'll.." he pants, pushing himself off derek's chest. "i'll run a bath... wanna join me?"

[mothinabottle]

Hey hey I don't know if I've asked you this already (if I have I'm so sorry I have the memory of a goldfish that embodies an orange cat ^^")

But

I'm planning on making my dol pcs in the Sims4 and I was wondering if it'd be alright if I did the same with yours? I wanna have my friends dol pcs live under a roof (and see what chaos will ensure and post about it xD) once I've set my computer back up and done all the updates...there are so MANY updates ;-;

I understand if that's not alright with you though ^^

Dearest, it is more than alright! In fact, I am really flattered that you'd like to recreate them in the Sims 💙

Pls do tag me whenever these little demons do stupid shit, because I know they will.

Did a small relationship chart with the final school uniform designs to guide u a little.

Resumed description of each PC below

Hana is quite easy. She/them is obsessed with having a perfect academic record and is the most prideful person you'll ever encounter. No one can be better than her at school or she will lose her mind.

Partygoer, academic genius, socially dumb, can barely boil water and usually stresses herself to the point of fainting and bleeding. Prefers to talk things out. Smokes a lot, drinks a lot

Neat room, everything organized except from the amount of papers scattered around. Likes to show off trophies and medals. Tons of band posters. Her electric guitar is her most prized posession. Voice has an incredible range and is very powerful, thus a great singer

Hana crossdresses a lot to go out and such. Only wears female clothing at school. Extremely tall (1.95 cm). Doesn't know what to do with her life

Masculine body, fit but max ass. It's difficult to describe her, but some drawings give a hint of her body type

Kari is tricky. Really violent. Anger issues. Fights a lot. Scars on her arms which she covers wirh her clothes. Manipulative, really easy to anger. Cannot draw for shit. Prefers having short hair but is scared of being seen as less feminine.

Overdoses on pills regularly. Sexual things are a sensitive topic, but isn't above using her body to get what she wants. Really small (1.47cm). Does her best to be seen as an angel, has a meltdown if sometimes makes her realize she is less than pure.

Room looks like an elegant room of a hotel. Extremely fancy with expensive stuff, but it looks so soulless it hurts.

Really curvy body. Max tits and ass. You get what I am saying

You can make her chubby, though. She would be happier if she was chubby like when she was a child. Only thin because fear of not being seen as conventionally attractive.

May is the trickiest. Since she is "dead", most things are left up to how you want her to be.

Important stuff would be:

-Very meek,

-Loves space and anything related to it. Best subject used to be Science

-Very kind. Selfless to the point of being an imbecile.

-Loves nature and is a huge dreamer.

- Hobby is knitting and watching movies.

-Unlike the first two, she always dreamed of having a family. Doesn't matter if big or small.

That would be all to kinda build sims for them. You can DM me if you have any doubts!

Thank you for this opportunity, teademoness, dear! 💙💙

[bp-zb1fics]

Can you do "cuddles and kisses with lee jeonghyeon", i'm glad if u do something suggestive like lap sitting maybe?? thank youu!!

Ridiculous but you're mine~

pairing: leejeong x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive themes (pls see tags!)

tw/tags: flirting, kisses, making out, hand-holding, lap sitting, non-explicit/implied s*x acts, korean pet names, leejeong being the biggest simp and pretending to hate it (spoiler: he doesn't)

wc: 1592

summary: jeonghyeon values a lot of things but he’ll make an exception for you

a/n Hi anon~ I may have gotten a little carried away with the suggestive part but I hope it's somewhat similar to what you had in mind and it's not too much. Kind of played with a different format writing this fic, idk if it works or not but I am very proud of how it turned out. Any readers for this, please, please do let me know what you think and if I should add additional tags to this, ty!

Check my pinned for more fics~

Jeonghyeon wasn’t a touchy person. Not at all. No thank you.

He’ll accept skinship if he’s feeling indulgent, he’ll freely offer a hug if someone needs it but aside from that, he generally likes to keep his personal space, well personal. 

Until you, that is. 

You don’t even need to do anything. It’s a little infuriating actually. 

You look at him and his brain completely short-circuits.

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“Leejeong-yah~”

He really regrets letting Mun Junghyun tell you about their “leejeong, mungjung cross.” God, that was embarrassing. And it was even more embarrassing because of how cute you thought it was and how cute he thought you were and now he has the displeasure of becoming even more flustered by his own damn name.

“Hmm?”

He’s putting his socks on, getting ready to go out because you wanted sushi and god forbid Jeonghyeon doesn’t give you what you want. It’s a little chilly so he throws on the black hoodie that you like because of how soft it is. 

He reaches for his earrings and his eyes meet yours in the mirror as he looks up to put them on. Jeonghyeon nearly drops the damned earrings. 

Don’t ask him to explain why. Literally no thoughts, head empty. He’s only beginning to recover when you walk over and give him a back hug, burying your face to the fabric of the hoodie while he just stands there, frozen like the idiot he is.

“Wahh so soft.” Your voice is muffled but Jeonghyeon is desperately fighting back the blush that threatens to bloom on his cheeks.

“We should go.” He manages to get out, glad that his voice didn’t crack.

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You hold his hand and any rational thought is reduced to ash.

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As soon as you get outside, the cold hits and Jeonghyeon immediately shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket. Before he can check on you, you’re already linking your arm with his and sliding your hand into your own pocket. Seriously, how can his heart take this?

“Are you cold?”

You shake your head, bouncing up and down a little. It’s very cute and really not great for his health.

“Sushi, let’s get sushi~”

You make your way to the restaurant. Jeonghyeon can’t help but look at you, glancing around occasionally to make sure you were following the right directions but eyes always coming back to you. And he can’t help but wonder what he had done right for the universe to decide to send you his way. Someone who loved him with all his scrappy imperfections and flaws.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind tickles the back of your necks and you yelp, one hand slipping out of your pocket and into his. Jeonghyeon freezes as you wiggle your fingers between his, pressing yourself closer like you want to sink into his side.

“It’s cold.”

You say in the way of justification, not like he even needs one. For the rest of the way, you walk like that and he can only ever feel your hand in his.

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You pout, just a little, and whatever values he has, personal, moral, family values, all out the window.

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The restaurant is a sushi train. You’re directed to a booth and left alone with a tablet in case you wanted to order something that wasn’t on the train.

Jeonghyeon begins taking plates. And it was only after you had a sizable serving in front of you that he realised he took all your favourites. Really, when did he become like this? When did it become an instant serotonin boost to see your face light up like that? 

“Leejeong say ahhh~”

He mindlessly opens his mouth and lets you feed him. It’s good. Any food that’s given by you is automatically better than any other food. He’s never been one for public displays but you look at him expectantly, your bottom lip protruding ever so slightly.

It’s like he’s been hypnotised, carefully picking up a piece and feeding it to you. And no, he’ll never admit to anyone how endearing it is to watch you eat, your cheeks puffing out as you chew.

He’s a weak, weak man. And it’s all your fault, seriously it is.

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It’s ridiculous. 

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You stumble back home, bellies full. Kicking your shoes off, you tug him towards the couch and switch on that one drama you insist he watch with you. Both of you started off seated. He sits cross legged while you tuck your feet to the side, his arm resting around your shoulder.

It’s not a new drama you’re watching. No, it's one of those that you like to come back to, one of those you watch without needing to think too hard or wonder what to expect. 

Junhyeon sighs as you lean against him, comfortably pressing against his side. He watches you fondly as you mimic the dialogue on screen, the audio almost like white noise at this point. Suddenly you’re reaching up, fingers skimming feather-light across his jawline leaving little sparks in their wake.

“So handsome~” You murmur, letting your thumb ghost below his bottom lip. Jeonghyeon’s breath stutters. 

“My Leejeongie, naekko!”

He’s going to die. You’re going to kill him. Belatedly, he realises that you’re just imitating the drama. Still, his stupid heart is ready to pound its way out of his chest. Before he can think twice, he gently grabs your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You go quiet. Before he can drop your hand, you pull yourself closer, nudging at him until you’re kneel-sitting between his thighs, his legs stretched out on the couch. 

You drop his hand in favour of resting your palms on his shoulders to balance yourself. His arms are limp by his sides. Jeonghyeon almost stops breathing as you lean forward, your noses nearly touching, trying to keep his cool. You peck the corner of his mouth. He’s an absolute goner at this point. 

For the next few minutes, he lets you litter kisses all over his face, sweet on his forehead, making his cheeks flush hot, his teeth clenching as your lips brush a trail along his jaw. You chip away at his sanity every time you bring your lips to his and pause just before they touch, leaving his mouth a little more dry every time. The last straw is when you bite playfully at his collarbones, giggling at the look of utter distress that washes over his face as you tease up his neck. By the time your lips once again ghost against the corners of his, his hands grab needily at your waist.

“Dammit aegiya, please.”

Jeonghyeon breathes out shakily and you flash him a coy little smile that does bad, bad things to his heart before you finally kiss him. 

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God, you’re ridiculous. 

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Jeonghyeon can’t stop kissing you. 

His teeth scrape slightly against your bottom lip and you gasp. Your tongue flicks out to drag across the roof of his mouth and something so good just bursts in his brain. Hands squeeze your waist again, you squeak and they stroke your sides as if to soothe, sliding down to rest on your thighs. You shift, gripping to the front of your boyfriend’s hoodie and just like that, you’re fully on his lap, straddling him.

If nothing, Jeonghyeon only gets needier.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue teasing mindless patterns at the places he knows are sensitive. The little noises that escape you set off tiny firecrackers in his head. Your hands clench uselessly before finding their way to his hair and tugging. Heat blooms at the pit of his stomach and he bites a little harder than he meant to. The strangled noise that it draws from you is delicious and your hips jerk forward, creating friction that has him groaning. His mind is empty, save for the thought of you, how desperate he is for you.

Fingers slip under this hoodie to fidget with the waistband of his pants, every touch against bare skin has him inhaling sharply, his eyes dark and pupils blown out, staring at you in a way that has heat coursing through your whole body. He’s become bold enough to rest his palms over your ass, slipping them into your back pockets and squeezing. Your hands go a little lower and he bites back a curse, resting his forehead on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Any sense of composure is tossed aside, neither of you bothering to see where it’s gone.

It’s all shaky breathing, gasps swallowed up by lips on lips, fabric rustling and the desperate repetition of each other’s name like a plea to the universe to mould your bodies together so that you’d never be apart from each other.

Jeonghyeon’s basking in the afterglow, both of you struggling to catch your breaths. He’s as boneless as you are, languidly draping yourself on top of him, sprawling almost, limbs loose and liquid-like. You giggle and that’s when he notices the drama still playing in the background.

Hands reach for his own, and he swears he can see the stars in your eyes. You’re absolutely going to be the end of him. His heart and his mind and his body and his soul, dangling into the precipice that is you. It’s absolutely idiotic, letting himself drop in so deep, not caring about when he’ll have to hit the ground, running.

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And yet, he’s the one who’s ridiculous enough to fall for you, over and over and over again.

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: mentions of dismemberment

✧tag list✧:@chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj  (pls tell me if im missing any tags)

✧CHAPTER 12✧

Another cold morning in Paris, Sunghoon Juwngwon and the others were arriving on the day, With Riki on the phone with the boys, who’s flight had been delayed, Kyle whined, wanting Riki’s attention. Riki smiled down at the baby, ruffling his hair. “Delayed again? Do you need my private jet?” Riki asked on call as the boy pouted. All the while, Heeseung and Sunoo were focused on wedding decoration. The 2 wanted to have a nice wedding outside, under the stars, with just the ones whom they love, and those who worked at their cafe.

Y/n was peacefully stirring some batter for their wedding cake, “Ok Ok call me when you get here hmm? Take care” Riki finally said before hanging up. The male unstrapped the baby from his baby chair, carrying him in his arms “Ok baby you can have me all to yourself now~” The boy cooed, as he rocked him gently. Kyle giggles, snuggling into Riki’s chest. The man carried him to the kitchen, where y/n was cooking. 

The baby got distracted with the many holes in the jumper Riki was wearing on top of his t-shirt. “You sure  you want to be making the cake for our wedding baby? I mean you work too much already, can’t you at least take a little break before the wedding?” Riki asked as y/n smiled. “It’s ok babe, I love busying myself you know?” The girl said, smiling. Riki leaned down to kiss her forehead, the baby still infatuated with all the holes in Riki’s jumper.

The truth was, y/n was pretty stressed about the wedding, she felt that Riki had to leave behind so many things for her and the baby. All those times he stood up against his dad for her, his patience, how much he tries not to argue, and the fact that he’s never once thought of leaving her. Sure they hit a rocky road near the start of their dating, but those little conflicts make them the happy, weird couple they are. For all he’s done, the girl just wants everything to go perfectly for him.

“Mommy and daddy are getting married~” Riki cooed as the baby giggled, pulling on his jumper. “Oh so that’s why you were so quiet all this time… you like my jumper?” The male asked as the baby babbled nonsense, playing with the loose strings around the holes. “Daddy will get you a matchy jumper like mine~” Riki cooed, rubbing his nose against the baby’s nose. “Sunnyyyy uncee bambi!” The baby suddenly squealed.

“Uncle Bambi? Seriously that nickname is sticking for generations yet to come???” Heeseung said sighing as th baby giggled, reaching for him. Heeseung gently carried him, snickering at the baby’s acts. “Ah y/n I got you a little present, well- Heeseung chose it, but it’s cute so I bought it-” Sunoo said as he gave her a Hello Kitty plush doll. The girl froze as she forced a smile, shakily taking the doll in hand. “Wow… thanks Sunoo- and Heeseung-” She said, her voice somewhat shaky.

Riki blinked at her sudden change in behavior but let her be, not wanting to tick her off or anything. The girl put the doll somewhere in their room as she went back to mixing cake batter. As she poured the batter into one of the trays, she suddenly screamed, dropping the batter on the ground. Riki rushed over as soon as he could, assuming the worst. “Babe, are you ok? Hurt? DID THEY FIND US?!” the male asked as she blinked. “U-UH noim fine-- just uh… flinched seeing the doll there-” the girl said, pointing at the hello kitty doll.

“God I thought something really bad happened for a second…” Riki mumbled, back hugging her, his eyes falling on the batter that was all over the floor and counter now. Riki turned her around so she was facing him, gently pinning her against the nearest surface oh so gently. His eyes, examining hers as he leaned in a little closer, noticing her back away a little “Tell me whats wrong.” The boy simply said “Nothing-” the girl said as Riki tilted his eyes, his stare way more intense “F-Fine- I just found it creepy that the doll I put in my room suddenly appeared here-” The girl said.

Riki sighed, narrowing his eyes at her “Now tell me what’s really wrong.” He asked, his forehead, resting against hers as she sighed “Fine… I studied a case that involved a dismembered head being inside a hello kitty doll, and its a traumatizing case you know?... the person who owned it was a 14 yr old, she new there was a human head inside!” The girl finally admitted as Riki kissed her lips, “You need to chill” Riki said as he squished the perfectly cute, pink plushie “see? Perfect, clean, smells new and trust me, no head inside.” Riki said as the girl snuggled him, the male almost slipped on the batter. “How about we romance after we clean this up hmm?” The male asked as the girl snickerred, nodding. 

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[chris-continues]

Okiiii

Only one bed in the booked hotel room trope? 👀 (not nsfw obv) I read something similar to this but it was Vash so maybe a Nai version?

Star wars convention with Vash? (If u do dis one and if u need any help feel free to ask me anything cuz im a huge star wars nerd)

Vampire Vash and/or Nai?

CARNIVAL!!!! I wonder if the brothers would compete to see who can win the most prizes, also watching the fireworks on the ferris wheel would b cute

Beach episode? 👀👀

Sorry if it's alot-

(I love your au's so much oml, you write all the characters beautifully ♡)

AAA TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT imma screenshot this message/ask and use it a few times probably but the one that caught my eye most is vampire au PLS SEND SO MANY ASKS ABT VAMP AU I need to write more stuff on it

Ngl I’m most willing to write suggestive stuff for vampire au bc bro… 0///0

Lonely nights lead to delectable frights <3

In which two vampires with extreme charm have you wrapped around your finger (when in reality it’s them wrapped around your finger). (To be added on to, I wanted to expand on this more later lol)

WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of depression/loneliness (reader runs into the woods to be alone but also craving companionship), gender neutral reader

Vampire Vash and Vampire Knives meeting reader! I’ll add onto this in separate pieces but I haven’t set a definitive timeline yet!! So any drabbles written may deviate from the last piece

I was debating on writing this in Victorian era type beat or modern au (because I’ve written vampire Nai modern au) but I asked my fav vamp lover @coffinbeananteiku and her word is final 🫡 (I needed to ask someone to decide for me I’m very indecisive sometimes)

Tags: @lune010 @vashfantasy

The dusk of a new night greets you as you run. Far, far away. You had nowhere to go, your feet leading you wherever the wind took you. Nothing truly important lay back in town, perhaps a few less than noteworthy friends in society who’d given an artificial smile and obligatory wave.

Nothing to go back to.

So of course you’d been an idiot to run into the woods. You have one horrible day, and rather than wallowing at home like usual you make the horrid decision to run when others keep berating you for it, fine attire catching on brambles you’d almost tripped over as the haphazard movements of yours fell to a halt. How far had you run? How far did your stress carry you?

Alone. Just as you wished and terrified. Only the moss at your feet and rather barren branches accompanied you, horrors of the night awaiting your person.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You breathed in shakily, only to exhale into a sob. God, you were tired, so so very tired.

You eventually lifted your head to observe your surroundings. Eerie; yet a welcome sight compared to the bustling cobblestone streets of town, quiet, perhaps too quiet. The wind whistles past your ears in its reverie, encompassing you fully into the charm of the night.

This could be good, you attempt to reassure yourself. That thought is fleeting as you attempt to appreciate the short lived tranquility and struggle to backtrack. It’s futile.

You have no way back. So what must you do? Trudge forward. The next town could be for miles, you have no money and certainly no mode of transportation besides your already exhausted two feet.

You trek forward.

Not long after, your loneliness returns. The peaceful night soon digs into your heels once again, dragging your already worried mind into further disquietude. Your arms wrap around yourself in poor manner to shield yourself from the further night’s chill, vision hazy from the little light and paranoia suffocating you.

But nevertheless, you persist. You were stubborn in that way, never knowing quite when to stop despite the fear you’d be too much. Even now, when you’d done too much, by leaving town entirely to the welcoming yet terrifying arms of the woods did you remain stubborn. In a will to survive? In the pursuit of curiosity? The need for more? To deserve more?

You’d never quite place it, you’re sure. Perhaps all of the above.

Such thoughts plague you as you unknowingly stare down at your feet, eventually reaching a cobblestone pathway.

Your neck snaps up to see- ruins? No, it’s far too neatly kept for that. A castle, complete with gates and stone pathways; warm torches lit at the sides if you squinted from the faraway grounds of the gates. Cool moonlight acted as your light as you traversed forward, feet picking up. Perhaps you could try to see if it was abandoned, fashion yourself a place for the night! Hopefully no dangers resided here, in such a domestic place. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the most welcoming of homes but it certainly was a new sight amongst what surrounded you. Ah, yes, dead trees, dead trees, and.. woah! More dead trees!

..so, quite the refreshing sight.

The pats of your feet are the only noise you truly process, the gates creaking with movement as you walk closer to the manor.

Large metal rings the size of your head hung heavily at the double doors. Should you knock? They appeared to be in usable condition.. so you supposed, lifting one knocker with your dominant hand.

A heavy boom resounded as you dropped it. You’d never really used one- just accustomed to the usual rapping of knuckles on doors, or a verbal call whilst entering a room.

“You appear unfamiliar.” A voice suddenly husks behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You whipped around quickly, “Holy shit!-“ for someone in the Victorian era, your modern slang (profanity) was rather proficient. Standing before you was someone cold and cunning, towering over you intensely. His presence demanded attention, the need to stand straight and not let him out of your sight in fear of what he could do.

The wind whistled in your ears once more. Like a taunt that it could run far away from here, unlike you. His domineering white- no, almost white, pale blue eyes stared down at you. He seemed inhuman.

Your mind seemed scrambled in a feeble attempt to explain yourself, “Sorry I uh, was walking and needed someplace to stay for the night..”

His eyebrow arches in amusement. “So you decided to reside here?”

The crunching of leaves is what alerts you to a new presence behind the.. man who’d confronted you, wisps of blonde hair peeking from over his shoulder until he stood next to him. “Aw, that’s no way to treat a visitor!” He gave a sweet, yet strangely tight lipped smile. “I’m Vash, this is Nai. It’s wonderful to meet you.” A partially gloved hand adorned in lace outstretches towards yours in a pleasant handshake, small tears in the fabric from overuse. It’s a paradoxical feeling of ‘rough lace’, yet it suits him rather well.

You hesitantly greet yourself, voice meek with unfamiliarity and worry. An introduction slips past your lips albeit shaky voice, he remains ever so friendly and opens the door for you, the.. Nai guy taking care to briskly zoom past and ignore your very presence.

How kind. He’s taken a liking to you.

Vash merely brushes it off as usual banter, perhaps it’s nothing personal, you assume. He seemed unbothered overall and didn’t really acknowledge anything, that much you could observe just from his behaviors so far.

It’s not of importance, not in your mind at least. What truly caught your attention? The ornate structures in the main hall- carvings of angels in rich marble and stone, hell, even the floors had carvings!

Out of curiosity you dipped your toe into the slight crevices in the ground, feeling the divots of some.. geometric swirls and markings that decorated the beauty of the castle.

“Hey, you coming?” Vash peeked over his shoulder towards you- you’d lost yourself in the beauty of the room. He gave a knowing smile at your wonderment, entrancing chuckle reverberating throughout the tall ceilings. “I was the same way when I first came here, it’s definitely a sight to take in!” He jolts his head to beckon you forward,

“You can stay the night. If you wish.”

What other choice did you really have?

[idletype]

get to know me tag! :0

was tagged by my beloved b @weizhiyuan <3 many moons ago and i just remembered this is in my drafts. but thanku!!

do you make your bed? i wait until i absolutely HAVE to be out of bed to get up so i don't usually have the time or see the point

what's your favourite number? 7 or 9 (my bday)

what is your job? i work at a tutoring academy :D

if you could go back to school, would you? i am currently in school and Suffering but i still plan to (hopefully) go to grad school in the near (hopefully) future!

can you parallel park? in theory yes in practice yes but with a lot of adjustment and anxiety mumbling

a job you had that would surprise people? i've only had 2 other jobs besides my current one so i don't think so

do you think aliens are real? yes and if they're reading this rn pls call me pls give me ONE chance

can you drive a manual car? no and everytime i see it in movies or videos i am very confused

what's your guilty pleasure? i was raised catholic so all of my pleasures are guilty 👍 but fr i wouldn't say i have any, cringe is dead, life is too short, we should all enjoy the things we enjoy without shame (as long as it isn't hurting anyone ofcourse), etc etc

tattoos? none but i've many ideas about ones i really want, both silly and serious

favorite color? green (and yellow and blue and brown but mostly green)

favorite type of music? soft indie sad girl music, 2000s emo/pop punk, musical theatre, noisy kpop ... mostly those 4 wildly different genres

do you like puzzles? yes but i don't do them often, i should really do more puzzles. love the nyt games tho

any phobias? bugs especially cockroaches, this is specific but not being able to wake up from a dream/not being able to tell if i'm dreaming - i'm a very floaty spacey person so i'm scared of suddenly losing my sense of what's real

favorite childhood sport? i do not sport and have never sported. swimming and gymnastics but i'm not very good at both. swimming is still p enjoyable now

do you talk to yourself? constantly

what movies do you adore? dead poets society is my all time fav, wolf children, greta gerwig's little women, stephen spielberg's west side story.... i recently watched bottoms and it was SO good

coffee or tea? both, i probably drink coffee more nowadays bc i'm a caffeine fiend but tea is very comforting to me

first thing you wanted to be growing up? a princess/singer/actress probably. i have childhood photos of me wrapped in a curtain putting on a concert in the living room

tagging @qt-qtoey @petrichoraline @distant-screaming @serene-skies @benzatthanin unless u have already done it hehe

[backwaterheroics]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙!

repost, don't reblog!

NAME : rowen

PRONOUNS : she/her/my liege; we is also common i.e. 'we here at strife industries' etc but it's really just for self-reference

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : carrier pigeon maybe? i'm really bad at all kinds of communication tbqh. we can get some walkietalkies tho & i promise i haven't ever forgotten about u /phil collins voice, u'll be in my heart

chatting on tumblr ims is fine & i do have a discord ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ u can even have my whatsapp if u want, but standard messaging & data rates may apply. talk to ur doctor if rowenix is right for u

NAME OF MUSE(s) : this here is my boy kuraudo sutoraifu-waifu but i've written a few other characters here and there; cloud is the only rp blog i have any semblance of presence on atm tho - he is my forevergirl, my homeslice, my big chalupa. for ffvii specifically, i've also written rp for elena and rufus

BEST EXPERIENCE : you! i've met all my best friends through rp which is probably why i'm still even around in the rps

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : i don't like it when ppl say they do not like the chara i am literally writing at that moment. so like, if you don't like cloud, why are you here..... we don't have any money... we've got nothin for ya.... pls smash that unfollow button and do not hit the notification bell....,other than that tho, i don't really care. it's the internet. i've seen 4chan

MUSE PREFERENCES : paris hilton voice; i'll take five more of these little blonde bitches; fr tho i like charas who have issues with the self/who have a man vs self literary conflict kinda thing going on. i also like side-chars who don't have a lot of lore coz then i don't have to start from scratch like with an oc, but i still have freedom in the preassembled sandbox u kno?? i don't have time for a rowenverse

PLOTS OR MEMES : spontaneous stuff is easier for me; plotted stuff can get too detailed and then i freak myself out about it bc of anxiety about quality & expectations. that aside, i'll do either. if we go plotted i'd rather go 'lightly plotted' as in we talk about an idea and then just run with it, with minor course corrections as we go should the plane not take off as expected

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i personally tend to match length but sometimes the words just gotta come out and your one to three liner will have a 500 word reply. i have no preference from what i receive to what i give. it just is what it is and i'm grateful ur even taking the time to spend it with me

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when something else more important needs to get done. we love executive dysfunction. like right now, i should be finishing up a work project for tomorrow's meeting and yet....

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : our sense of humor is the same, or at least similar... cloud's social awareness is probably better than mine. neither of us talk a lot. is that good enough????

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[annasinterests]

'cause you know it's you, babe

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a/n: maybe it’s just because i’m in my feels right now that’s basically forcing me to write this up on the fly (kinda bc i be gettin distracted), but i’ve been really thinking about soft!joel and just finding such comfort in it. also this is barely proof-read and it’s past 2am so pls overlook any errors thanks love u all <3 also joel gif to reflect the mood/vibe

word count: 1k (awe)

pairings: joel miller x reader

warnings & tags: nothin but fluff n' luv for my beloved 🤍

joel miller. a mysterious, yet highly respected figure for his efforts towards jackson. there’s not a whole lot known about him, besides the fact that he’s related to tommy, and that he, you, and ellie basically belong to one another.

with settling, he realized that he didn’t have to be so strung out all the time. for once, he could take a breather– enjoy a conversation here or there, go for a walk within the safety of the walls.

but slowly, he found more— he found love.

well.. the love was already there. it had always been there. so, the better thing to say would be that he was finally allowing himself to love.

and the person in question? you.

when he first comes to terms with it, he’s shy– scared, even. the concept of that kind of intimacy is foreign to him at this point, but he forces himself to push forward, because life was short before, and it can be cut even shorter now.

and he’s got a lot of of catching up to do

it starts off small– brushing arms and shoulders in group settings. he doesn’t need a reason to be with or close to you, it’s simply because he just wants to be. in the rare occurrence that you’re not together, the minute he sees you, he’s glued to your hip for the rest of the time being. and after a while, you start becoming this official package that people grow to notice.

he appreciates being crammed in the corner of a booth next to you during the weekly get-togethers at the Tipsy Bison with coworkers because it’s one of the very few times where he doesn’t have to do much to get you pressed against him. in fact, he takes advantage of it, going a step further and throwing an arm around your shoulders to “make more space”. the act is bold but it works because you don’t hesitate for a second to get closer to him.

he opens the door for you wherever you go and pulls out the chair for you before you sit down– both acts never done without an accompanying hand on your lower back. when you walk side-by-side, he intertwines your fingers or gestures so that you hold his arm, a subtle yet loud display of affection that solidifies your relationship.

during slow songs, he dances with you on the floor even if you’re the only pair out there, putting aside his own aversions because there’s nothing better than having you in his arms. he radiates a warmth that you can’t help but be more drawn to him, every touch and glance at one another making your heart flutter with an incomparable fondness. he melts into you– the tension that stresses his body just about everywhere instantly rids itself once he’s got you close, knowing that you’re with him and you’re safe.

after long days, he finds solace in you– one of the few people he holds close to his heart. once he comes home and finds you in the kitchen making dinner, he curls his body around yours and rests his chin on your shoulder, watching as you continue to go about cooking and placing gentle kisses on your cheek. you know the best way to cheer him up, besides a home-cooked meal, is to offer to play with his hair or brush his beard, which he always takes you up on and pulls you into his lap for you to work your magic.

over time, it only gets better.

you have late nights on the porch together, sometimes graced by the presence of a new guitar of his. most of the time, there’s a bottle shared between you both that’s used between conversation and kisses under the stars. he smiles wide and his cheeks burn a deep shade of red, a sight that he isn’t likely to let anyone else see, but one that he can’t and won’t hide from you.

his bed becomes yours, and he wonders how he went so long without having you next to him every night. in some way, shape, or form, you’re always tangled with one another; legs and arms strewn over the other. and more often than not, you wake up to his chest pressed against your back, his arms curling tighter around you when you attempt to get up because he wants every second possible with you.

he gazes at you with those lovey eyes, always caught between wanting to outright profess his love for you and wanting to admire you in silence out of fear that he’ll just screw everything up because there’s truly not enough words he could string together to ever accurately describe just how much you mean to him.

he swears to himself that it doesn’t get better than this– you’re basically his, and he’s basically yours, right? what else could there be?

clearly, he didn’t think about you professing your love first.

you were sitting on the couch when the words nonchalantly left your lips, causing him to abruptly sit up from where his head was on your lap. he didn’t know what to do, but knew he needed to do something to let you know that it very much went both ways. he looks at you nervously until you’re done, immediately kissing you and engulfing you with his arms once you’re done.

and, oh, is he so in love.

he mumbles ‘I love you’s between breaths and can feel it in the tears that are slowly brimming in his eyes. he kisses you softly but passionately, overwhelmed by all the emotions going through him at finally admitting what had been there all along– and nothing has ever felt more right in the world.

his love is everywhere you look– being able to sink into it all and feeling it wrap around you.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hey yes! 🌖 i do write fics (only for sugu tho, to no one's surprise) but i don't post them or anything <//3 they're all in my google drive and i'm not good at writing (or visualizing), and i'm so out of ideas/energy/motivation that i hardly work on them. BUT they can be very rewarding to revise and read! though i never finish any of them though HAHHAHA

YES of course i re-read your fics... i don't really use tumblr aside from reading your posts and stuff just because i don't have that much time (or the will to sift through all the smuts in the search bar), but i always drop whatever to read your stuff and any time spent reading your fics is time well spent!! yay!!!

thank you for the tips! they're super helpful and i will be applying them to whatever i write next. also i accidentally found a website like lix (but in english) once when i was writing an essay, so i'll use that as per your recommendation. are you swedish??

ALSO DROPPING OFF A SUGU FOR U https://twitter.com/whyyouareunique/status/1780781328302280798

hey 🌖 anon !! :3

ahhhhh i see !!! the sugu fics….. that’s so real of you. i actually started writing jjk fanfic that way too!!!! just wrote a bunch of self-indulgent stuff in my notes app lmao. i genuinely think it improves your writing so much though… i was out here writing 50 pages of a stsg/reader au that will Never see the light of day but i still read it for comfort sometimes :’3 being insecure abt your writing is understandable though!!! as long as you’re actually Writing something you’re already doing really really well, so pls don’t beat yourself up too much!!! though i know From Experience that it’s easier said than done :’’3…. we’re in this together 🌖 anon.

BUT . WAUGH . OW. YOU’RE TOO SWEET I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK …… you use tumblr for lil old me ??? 🥺🥺 SOBS YOU’RE SO KIND. i’m so happy my fics can give you any kind of satisfaction 🥺🥺🥺 AND YOU’RE SO REAL. THE SMUT. wading through the jjk tags is impossible atp i literally have every single smut tag blocked but i STILL get smut on my dash. sigh.

buuut anyway!!! you’re so welcome 🌖 anon <3 ik this is boring advice but like . Sincerely. the best way to improve is just to write. even if you aren’t finishing anything you’re still making lots of progress :3 i believe in you!!!! <3333

AND THANK YOUUUU FOR THE GORGEOUS SUGU ART I’M BITING HIM GENTLY <33333 here is one of my recents favs in return !!

[snzunii]

BONNIE AND CLYDE.

You can exceed all things because you’re you and he’s him— and together, you’re both unstoppable.

+ pairings. sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader.

+ tags. romance, heavy angst, fluff, explicit sexual content, use of obscene languages, sexist slurs as part of sexual intercourse, fellatio, cunnilingus, 69, dacryphilia, edging, choking, deepthroat, praise + degrading kink, impact play, biting, unprotected sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, mouth fucking, overstimulation, objectification, consensual image taking, violence, gun violence, mentions of blood, criminal activities, 18+ (pls tell me if i forget something 🥲)

+ word count. 3.5k

+ note. sooo hi hello, as u all know i have a big ass sanzu brainrot ahkasjljhdsal so here's the product yaaaayyyyy. sanzu and all the characters mentioned in this are aged up. ok ok hehe anw, i hope u enjoy this <3333 likes, rbs, replies are always appreciated <3 or u could send me an ask whatever makes you comfortable! lovelots 🤍

+ soundtrack. always forever by cults ; i don't wanna be okay without you by charlie burg ; arms tonite by mother mother

“Ouch!”

Sanzu exclaimed but that didn’t stop you to press the cotton on his wounds even more. “Stay still, stupid.”

“You press it so hard!” you just rolled your eyes at his childish whine and continued on cleaning the wound on his cheek.

Sanzu wrapped his arm around your waist and sits you on his lap, “Haru! I’m cleaning your wound.”

“I’m not stopping you, just sit on my lap while you do that.” you sighed but straddled him, you get yourself comfortable on his lap while he just stares at your face in silence. You didn’t notice it at first but you suddenly get this consciousness.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He just shook his head and continued on staring at you with his dazzlingly blue eyes. Instantly, you felt the heat on the surface of your skin, you just cleared your throat and looked away from his eyes and continued on nursing his wounds.

“Why do you stay with me?”

You smiled, there is no any sane reason why you stay with a man like Sanzu— your friends always tell you that, even your family. But you never listen to them because they don’t know him. They don’t know how he is to you.

All that they see is just the tip of the iceberg. Sanzu may be like this but there’s more to him and that is all for you to see.

But you know they’re right, Sanzu isn’t good for you. Heck, they don't even know all the bad things that you have done with him and they're like this already; you have joined a riot, street racing, shoplift, gambling, drive under the influence, get high, drink until you’re both far from yourselves and cause disturbance in the club. Hell, you two are banned on this particular nightclub and was jailed overnight because of your stupidity— luckily, Koko both bailed you out.

The worst you both did was rob a bank and you think it won’t stop at that.

“Cause you’re crazy.” you paused and smiled at him, “And I’m just as crazy as you.”

You both know you’re not good for each other, you bring out all the worst in each other. You both do things that a sane person wouldn’t do in a lifetime.

Though, ironically, you also bring the best out of each other.

“Hmm. You aren’t wrong there.”

You hummed as you kiss his scar located on the side of his lips, it was your favorite thing to do and Sanzu totally loves it when you do that. “There. All done.”

“But baby...” Sanzu started, you looked at him. “My dick also needs nursing.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked as you slowly kneel down in front of him, “Let me see.”

You unzip his pants in a slow manner while you look at Sanzu who’s currently looking down at you with a visible smirk in his handsome face.

“Uh-huh. See?” he said once you took his pants down to his feet, leaving his erect cock straight to your face.

“Oh.” you cooed, wrapping your hand on his shaft giving it slow pumps, “I’m going to take good care of it, hm?”

Sanzu started groaning, his breathing gradually gets ragged as you move your hand up and down his cock, dick jolting a little bit under your hold as Sanzu is eager to feel the insides of your pretty warm mouth.

“Mouth, now.” he ordered, but you’re a gutsy little vixen. You were never scared of Sanzu, so why would you obey him when you get to tease him like this? “Fuck... now. Don’t make me shove it in your mouth.”

It was like your ears were plugged; you’re blatantly ignoring him. You didn’t hesitate to lean in and give him false hope, instead of sucking him whole, you gave the tip of his cock kitten licks— tasting a bit of a precum that was coming out of his slit.

The next you knew, Sanzu was holding a fistful of your hair into his hand— shoving his dick inside your mouth, deep into your throat. “Told you not to make me shove it in your mouth.”

You gripped his thighs as you try and relax your throat but Sanzu was bobbing your head like your mouth was a fuck toy, his hips moving as he jerk his dick in your mouth harshly. A bit of tears coming out of your eyes causing for Sanzu to laugh like a maniac. “Not so sly now, are you? Shit, yeah suck my cock.”

You groaned, feeling the cloth in your crotch area getting wet. Sanzu watches you with a dilated pupil, mouth slightly ajar. He loves the sight of you, helpless under his hold, tears staining your cheeks while your soft lips wrapped around his cock with a bit of saliva dripping from the side of your mouth, you suck him so devotedly like his dick is your place of worship.

Sanzu’s other hand reached for your face, outlining the trace of your tears that fell to your cheeks, widely smiling.

“So pretty with a cock in your mouth...” he reached for his phone in his pocket and pointed the camera in your face, taking a snap of your face with his cock in your mouth, you didn’t protest because you’re used to him taking a picture of you while you suck him off.

Sanzu smiles triumphantly as he looks at the photo while mumbling beautiful before throwing it on the couch.

“Your mouth is mine, hm?” he pulled your head away from his cock, giving you some air. “Answer.”

You gasp, looking up at him with your glistening eyes, “Yes. It’s yours, all of me is yours.”

“Good.” he shoves his dick back on your mouth, pace was even faster than before. Your mouth was wide, jaw was getting a bit sore but it never crossed your mind to stop Sanzu because you know yourself that you like him using you like this. Letting him own you.

Sanzu was a bright light and you're blinded by him. You’d do everything for him and not even hesitate for one bit because you know he’ll do the same.

You feel the familiar hot load shoot inside your mouth and along with that was Sanzu’s long guttural moan. “Swallow it, angel.”

...

“Haru... tired. Ah!”

Forming sentences seemed like a hard job to do when Sanzu’s railing into your throbbing, probably swollen hole for hours.

“But you’re a good whore, right? That’s not what a good little slut would say...” he rammed harder, “A good girl would just let me fuck her stupid, hm?”

You squirmed when his palm came in touch with your bum, painting the complexion red with a hint of purple. Your legs were getting wobbly, your arms were getting weak. Sanzu gripped your hips and lifted your ass again, “How am I going to fuck you if you don’t get your ass up?”

“Tired... please.” you mumbled.

Sanzu groaned and flips you over, now you’re lying on your back. He spreads your legs and enters your pussy once again and all you could do was moan and babble incoherent words while he rams his cock in your soft velvet cavern, painted with his cum from earlier. “Louder, baby. Let ‘em hear you.”

You moaned a bit loud but it wasn’t enough for him, he slaps you and holds your chin. “I said louder.”

You whimpered when you felt the sting on your face, tears once again fell from your eyes. He doesn’t know if you’re moaning or crying but either way, it turns Sanzu on. A feral grin was visible on his face as he stares at you with a wanton glint in his eyes.

“That’s good. Good whore.” he grunted, pressing his hand on your throat. “Fuck- yes. You look so pretty when you cry.”

Your breast was bouncing at his every move, getting sore because of how rough he is at ploughing you. He felt your pussy clench around his cock, body arching a bit as your hips meets his every thrust. Your whimpers were getting louder and needy.

Ah, he knows what it is.

He stopped moving and removes his cock from your hole— disappointment all over your face which pleases him, he sat beside you and pumps his own dick.

“Why... let me come. Please.” you pleaded with a raspy voice, you tried to turn to your side to look at him. “Haru... come. Let me.”

“No. You already did many times.” he answered, head thrown back as he pleasures himself. “Look how wet the sheets are.”

“Please.” your shaking hands reaches for his dick, he lets you. You moved your hand up and down his shaft slowly. “Haru, please?”

He sighs, you begging like this would make him come in an instant. “Alright, pretty. Let’s do sixty-nine, hm?”

You carefully position yourself above him, your pussy facing his face while your mouth was stuffed with his cock again.

Sanzu spreads your pussy with his fingers, not hesitating to lick your slit with the flat of his tongue. Sucking and giving your clit a gentle bite causing for you to writhe above him and whimper on his cock. He then gripped your thighs that was on the side of his head to hold you still.

You let go of his cock with a pop, exchanging it with your hand as you lean your head down for a bit, closing your eyes in pleasure. “Shit— Haru!”

He spanked your ass once again, “Fuck, don’t stop. You’re doing good, baby.”

Sanzu continues on lapping your folds, giving your clit rigorous licks every now and then when his tongue reaches it. You moaned a bit loud when he thrusted his tongue in your hole, tasting his own juices. If only you could see how proud he looks when he saw how swollen your hole is.

He removes his mouth from your cunt and gives it a gentle stroke before slapping it— entering three fingers and thrusts it in relentlessly while he bites your ass.

You don’t know why Sanzu isn’t tired when you’re having sex for hours now. You can’t think of a place where he didn’t fuck you in your apartment, every nook and cranny of this house has its own memory. His cum was all over your cunt, face, breasts, thighs— basically almost all over your body.

He could go on for hours but you aren’t complaining, you’re just tired but you won’t stop him. You’re his cum dump after all.

You felt Sanzu bit your ass a bit harder and then he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed all of his juices earning a low good girl from him while he continues on thrusting his fingers inside your pussy and not long you squirted yours on his face.

You fell on top of Sanzu earning a chuckle from him before he removed you on top of him, carrying you to the bathroom and into the bath tub.

Yeah, you are a feisty little minx but once Sanzu rails you, you’re like a helpless fuck toy who’s only purpose in life was for him to use.

He climbs into the tub with you and wraps his arms around you while giving your hickey-filled neck soft kisses, soothing your aching body with his smooches. You just throw your head back on his shoulder.

Comfortable silence fills the bathroom, you just close your eyes as you let Sanzu soap you up and take care of you. It’s your deal, if he fucks you like that he has to take care of you after and as much as he loves to go rough on you— he also loves this.

“This smells good, what is this?” you whispered but enough for him to hear.

“Essential oil.” you opened your eyes and looked at Sanzu with a disbelief look, “What? Kaku said it’ll help for sore pussy. It will appease the pain, y’know?”

“What the fuck...” you murmured and laughed afterwards. Sanzu just buried his face on your neck, probably a bit shy because of what he just told you. “Do you really talk about that to them?”

“Shut the fuck up.” he said but you just laughed at him and because your laughter was infectious, he laughed with you. And now you’re two idiots laughing your asses out while you’re soaked in the tub.

Two crazy idiots, happy and in love.

The laughter dies down and you’re both silent again. Sanzu leans his forehead on the side of your head. “Don’t leave, okay?”

Sanzu knows how he is, he knows what people— your family and friends say about him. He may be tough and a low-life dangerous asshole but when it comes to you, he folds. You’re his Achilles’ heel, his kryptonite.

If he loses you, it’ll be his downfall. He’s still sane at this point but once you are gone from him, he’ll utterly lose it.

“I won’t. I’m yours forever, Haru. I’ll never leave your side.”

...

“Do you think we still have time?” Sanzu asks you as you fix his tie.

You rolled your eyes, you’re wearing a bodycon dress that makes your breast pop out. Naturally, he would want to fuck your brains out again and you would agree to that but you’re currently about to rob a bank.

“How about you fuck me later when we finish this job? Like, fuck me on a bed full of money.” you said as you wiggle your eyebrows up and down at him.

Sanzu contemplates it for a while, “You’ll keep the dress on?”

You groaned, “Of course, I’ll keep the dress on. Now, let’s go.”

Sanzu grinned and plants a small kiss on your lips before heading out of the apartment and into the car that’s waiting for the two of you.

You were tapping your fingers on your lap; you are feeling uneasy. Of course, who wouldn’t? You’re about to commit a crime again but you’re not uneasy because of what you’re doing is wrong. It’s because with this job, you don’t know every outcome.

Every heist was like you have your other foot on the grave. You don’t know what’ll happen.

“You okay?” you heard Kakucho ask you and you gave him a simple nod. Sanzu, on the flip side, held your hand and squeezed it.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’ll be like old times, hm? You’re amazing at this.” he always assures you and that feeling goes away.

Sanzu’s there. You’re together, you’re both invincible.

After a few minutes, your crew arrived at the bank.

It was an easy job; you always succeed in getting the money not until someone fucks up.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Sanzu shouts, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours as you both run while holding two big guns casually as if you aren’t outside in a public space where people see you both. “Come on, baby! Come on!”

“Shit!” you shouted and kicked your heels, not minding the rough concrete that would probably wound your soles later on. You didn’t care because you and Sanzu were both running for your life.

“Now!”

You both stopped and turned around, guns pointing at the police cars as you fire at them non-stop until you shot their tires. The people around ran and screamed; it was all you hear. The screams and the gunshots.

You two started to run again, it was supposed to be a smooth job. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Put down your weapons and get down on the ground!”

“Come on, we can do this. Come on.” you heard Sanzu say.

You can, right? You’ll succeed this. This is just one of your capriciously dangerous adventures. You can surpass this because you’re you and he’s him.

And together you’re both powerful, right?

Sanzu stopped and turned a bit, shooting one of the officers on his stomach. You both looked at each other briefly with a smile.

“Freeze!”

“Stop or we’ll shoot!”

“Stop where you are!”

“Fuckers! Why would we do that?! Stupid idiots!” you shouted and turned to take a shot at them. You heard your boyfriend snickered and pulled you to turn to a street, where a man was about to enter his car not until Sanzu points a gun on his head, surrendering his ride to the two of you.

“This is fucking crazy.” you panted as you look back, “Fuck, how are they still following us?”

Sanzu simply shrugged his shoulder and focuses on driving to get you both out of there and probably kill the one who fucked this job up afterwards, if that person isn’t dead yet, and he hopes he isn’t so he could put bullet holes in his dumb as fuck head.

That is the other thing on Sanzu’s mind but of course, the top priority was to get you out of harm’s way.

“Fuck! Shoot at them, you can do it.”

You took a deep breath before opening the windows and positioning yourself, shooting at the police cars but it was so damn hard because you were moving. You can’t exactly tell your boyfriend to stop because you’ll both be caught.

“What the fuck!” you yelled angrily as you change your clip, “Fucking assholes, can’t fucking die! Die!”

This isn’t a laughing matter but Sanzu was laughing his ass off because of your break down. “Come on, baby! Kill them.”

“Fuck you Haruchiyo, laugh and I’ll shoot your fucking head.” you told him. You heard Sanzu scoff and pointed his pistol at your head with his one hand on the wheel, eyes still focused on the road.

“Go on.”

You didn’t even flinch because this isn’t the first time that Sanzu pointed a gun on your head. You’re used to this already. You laughed and did the same, “Fuck, we’ll kill each other now?”

“Not if I kill you first.”

“Oh, come on, babe. Can you really live without me, hm?” you said as you gently caress his head with tip of your gun. All you got from him was a grunt as he settles his gun down.

You giggled; you both had the time to tease each other when you’re both on the run and there’s literally bullets firing at your car.

You’re both perfectly insane.

“Fucking shoot at them and stop playing me.”

You laughed and gave the scar on the side of his lips a small kiss, “Okay. I love you, Haru.”

He glanced at you for a bit, “Don’t die.”

You smirked before getting yourself ready to shoot at the cops again. Almost all your upper body was out of the window— guns firing at every single one who’s trying to ruin your life with your Haru, “I won’t! I’ll stay forever, remember-“

It was three- no, five shots were all it took for Sanzu to stop the car and pull you in his arms. No, because you were just teasing him seconds ago and now, you’re all bloody and getting cold.

His surroundings suddenly became silent. There were no guns firing at your direction. All that he could hear was your tattered breathing.

“No! Fuck!”

Sanzu’s hand shake as he tries to wipe off the blood that you were coughing out. He gently taps your face to keep you from closing your eyes, “Hey, baby. No, don’t sleep, hm? We’ll get you out of here...”

If the only thing that’ll keep you alive is to surrender then he would.

“Fuck, I said do not close your eyes!”

You smiled faintly, seeing tears falling from Sanzu’s eyes was new to you. You have never seen him like this and it hurts seeing him fall apart than the bullets pierced to your body.

Don’t cry.

You wanted to speak but every second was getting hard for you to breathe.

Haru, don’t cry. I hate seeing you like this.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you so freaking much. Don’t leave, okay? Please.” he rested his forehead on yours, silently crying as he holds your hand. “Don’t leave me, baby.”

I love you, Haruchiyo.

Sanzu takes a deep breath and gently places your cold body on the seat next to him, cupping your cheeks and giving your forehead a kiss. With dark eyes, he loaded the sub-machine gun and opens the car door— knowing that there are cops waiting for him to do his next move.

If he loses you, he would lose it.

And he did.

With a big manic smile, he gets out and shoots every single one of them— showing no mercy. They killed you. The only woman who he loved the most. The only woman who holds the key to his heart.

He knows how this will end— a shot close to his heart.

He smiles as he tries to open his eye, face down as his blood was gushing out of him, looking at your angelic face through the car door. He always thought that it was ironic, you have the most angelic face but have the most diabolic personality.

And he loved all that, he loved all of you just as much as you loved all of him.

You both loved each other until your last breaths.

Forever, right?

[bluexiao]

hi im not sure if your requests are open for thoma specifically but if they are, id like to request his reaction when shorter reader pulls him down by his dog tag necklace thing to kiss him to shut him up/when hes being a tease <33 thank u! have a great day/night :)

CHARACTERS. Thoma; short! gn! Reader

NOTES. i lied i’ll post one brainrot today! considering the fact i’m so short let’s say i indulged in this for far too much (also this also applies on others who are shorter than him!) also this doesn’t have any proofread since i’m quite tired so yep. thanks sm nonnie for this request~ i’m sorry it was longer than it originally should be… like i said i really indulged on this one. pls just read the last scenario if you’re looking for the one on the request!

THOMA

Do you know those scenes where the shorter one reaches out for something really high for them and the love interest does it for them from behind? Yes he would absolutely do that with you.

He’s not quite dense—maybe at the start only? Like he wouldn’t know what effect he has on you but when he looks down and sees your flushed look, he’d definitely realize it.

“Ho~, have I successfully snatched your heart?” he muses, but it sounded so light-hearted that you found it difficult to get mad at his antics early in the morning where you’re assigned to cook for the day.

Because you’re smaller than him, he believes he can carry you. Although it’s actually one of his greatest secrets, especially when you two were still not yet together. Before he confesses, however, in order to be sure, he asks if he could carry you on his back—this is so that even if you reject him he’s sure he already had his wish fulfilled by then. No awkwardness, right???

Anyway, when you told him you liked him too, that’s when he confesses about this quite hesitant, actually; a shy smile on his face as he reached for the back of his neck, scratching it awkwardly.

He loves having you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face on his chest, definitely. He doesn’t even care if you’re both in the middle of the street or something, swaying each other without a care in the world and the other people on it.

He honestly just loves making you feel protected, y’know? To wrap his arms around you like he’s your personal shield or warm blanket from the harsh winters. If you were both in Dragonspine, he’d make sure you’re always warm by having you close to him.

HEADPATS. Ugh he loves them for both you and him actually? There’s a thing with you two when he gently pats you on the head and before you can turn away, he crouches down to your height and grabs your hand to gesture it towards his own, the skin on the corners of his emerald eyes crinkling slightly from the sheepish grin on his face.

“You want headpats too?” you mused and he whined, pouts even.

“Aw, come on, honey~ not after I gave you one,” you don’t even know if he’s genuinely sad or just wants to tease you, but after giving him what he wants, you could see that precious smile of his; his teeth showing as a sign of his delight. By then, you knew what the answer was.

He actually loves it when you pull him by his dog tag necklace and steal a kiss on him. This usually happens on the mornings when he has to go out or maybe at nights when he goes home. He acts surprised but he’s actually not considering you’ve done it a couple of times already.

When you do it to shut him up or just to tease him, he may actually not be surprised anymore. He just smiles and lands a chaste kiss on your lips again.

“… and you know what, honey, there’s another new stall down the street, I was hoping to drop by but then another one from the Kanjou Commission tries to strike a conversation with me! What is it with-hmph—” and he effectively shuts up, eyes slightly wider as he looks into yours with his lips still near your own. He could feel your breath but it felt like you stole his.

Not only a few seconds later, a smile forms on his lips as he chases the high of your lips, pressing a chaste kiss on them before another one, and another one.

“Thoma, honey, enough, enough!” you giggled as you were already around his arms, feeling him kiss your cheek by then, “I just did that to shut you up, you’ve been talking about the Kanjou Commission since earlier.”

“I apologize, honey,” he was still smiling as he then lands a final kiss on your forehead, being longer than the last few ones he peppered on your face, “Now you have my attention. So? How about you tell me your day?”

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