#if there’s anything that will make me melt it’s comparing me to sunshine

[bigdumbbambieyes]

To answer you about why I have a crush on you: It’s because you’re like sunshine on my dash and any time I read any of your posts or messages I get butterflies because you give off that kind of energy. 💓

oh gosh, anon!!

you’re making me blush!! 🥹 thank you sm for making me smile, i def need it today!! 🤍 i hope you have a lovely day today 🫶

[55sturn]

“but yours is better!”

pairing: luke danes coded [ grumpy]!matt sturniolo x lorelai gilmore coded [ sunshine ]!reader

inspo/creds: pls help me find the user who wrote luke danes coded!matt bc i know someone has written this !!

as you sat in the diner, you could help but anxiously tap your finger against the rim of your mug, you knew matt would chastise you the second you walked up the counter begging for another cup of coffee. but you couldn’t help it, there was just something so addictive about the way he made coffee. and maybe, just maybe, something in and about the banter the two of you shared, was addictive too.

you flash matt a sweet, charming grin as you tentatively step toward the counter, sheepishly sliding your mug toward him as he rolls his eyes, the ghost of a smirk toying at his lips.

“please matt. please, please, please.” you plead as he sighs, he knows he’ll serve you the coffee, hell he would serve you as much coffee as he could just to hear that content sigh that slips out every time you get a mug of matt’s coffee. he would do just about anything for you if you asked, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to reprimand you for the amount you consume or remind you how unhealthy coffee is for you.

“how many cups have you had this morning alone?” he grunts, wiping down a dirty spot at the counter, purposely directing his focus and scrubbing at a dirty spot that didn’t exist just so he doesn’t cave or melt the second he looked into your eyes.

“none.” you lie, hoping he would just overlook it and fill your mug with what you think is the smoothest and coziest thing this world had to offer.

“plus?”

“okay, five, but yours is better!” you grovel, batting your eyelashes at the man across from you, and you can see the corner of his lips twitch before he turns around, grabbing the pot of coffee before turning back to you,

“you have a problem.” he scoffs, watching you shrug, chuckling at him as he rolls his eyes playfully and crosses his arms, ignoring the one annoying customer, who happens to be his brother chris, waving him down in the corner.

“yes i do.” you admit, not an ounce of shame or regret written on your face as you slide the mug across the steel counter, and he sighs before hooking his finger over the rim of your mug and pulling it to him, filling it, watching as you dance happily before taking the mug with a cheeky grin on your face.

“junkie.” he hums, shaking his as you take a sip of your coffee, smiling at him as you swallow it, and he tries to ignore the shiver it sends down his spine.

“angel. you got wings baby.” you laugh, thanking him in your own weird and endearing way, and the pet name sends a warm tingle through his body as the tips of his ears turn pink, and you’re none the wiser to the way you make the usually grumpy and stoic man who can’t tear his eyes away from your retreating figure feel and melt the second you flash a smile his way.

god he was helplessly in love with you. the way matt loves you, is the way you love coffee, it was as if you were his own version of coffee personified. warm, inviting, and all consuming. you had such a vibrant, hard to ignore yet hard not to love personality. and he was hooked on you, he has been since the very first time you stepped through the door all wide eyed and curious, while demanding all the attention in the room. he would fill every mug at his disposal with coffee, if it meant you had all you needed to be happy.

STAR’S CORNER a possible intro to a lil au that i might continue !!

and honestly idk why i wrote this, i just love when people compare matt and luke and say that matt’s luke danes coded bc they’re so right, and tbh it combines my two special interests.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Protected by Shadows

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

AU: Mafia 141 x innocent Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence (not graphic), protective behavior, sweet moments, and fluff

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, I love this AU so much I’ve been so into these kinds of AUs for like ever now- also this is like my first time really doing head cannons (let me know if I did it wrong please-)

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Price is the most protective of the group, constantly checking in on you without being too overbearing. He’s the type to stop by your flower shop under the guise of "just checking in" while casually scanning for any potential threats. He keeps his voice calm and soothing, always calling you "love" or "darlin’," which makes your heart flutter. Price doesn’t just protect you physically; he makes sure you feel safe emotionally, often offering quiet reassurances like, “We’ve got you, love. Always.”

Soap is the most openly affectionate—he’s all about making you smile. He constantly flirts, dropping over-the-top compliments that leave you blushing. "Y’know, lass, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a bloody angel sent to brighten my day." He’s also the type to sneak into your shop when it’s slow just to "help out," which usually means playing with the ribbon spools and getting tangled in them. Soap loves how flustered you get when he calls you "his bonnie girl," and he doesn’t mind making a fool of himself if it means you’ll laugh.

Gaz is the most thoughtful—he notices the small things and acts on them. When your heater broke during the winter, he showed up at your shop the same evening to fix it without even asking. He’s always bringing you little things: your favorite snacks, flowers he claims “don’t compare to the ones you grow,” or even a book you casually mentioned once. Gaz loves watching you light up when he remembers those small details, and he gets this soft smile that makes you melt every time.

Ghost is the quietest but the most intense when it comes to his care for you. He’s the one who lingers outside your shop after hours, ensuring you get home safely without you even realizing it. When he does come inside, he doesn’t say much, but his presence alone is reassuring. He’s incredibly observant—he knows when you’re upset or tired, even when you try to hide it. If someone ever upsets you, Ghost is the first to take care of it, and when you ask him about it, he’ll just shrug and say, “Handled.” He also secretly loves the nickname you gave him, though he’ll never admit it out loud.

Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost all have their own ways of spoiling you. Price takes you on peaceful drives to quiet places, sharing stories from his past and letting you vent about anything bothering you. Soap loves taking you out for fun nights—whether it’s dinner, an amusement park, or just driving around blasting music and singing along. Gaz is all about those quiet, cozy moments, like movie nights at home where he lets you pick every single movie, even if they’re terrible. Ghost prefers quiet walks in secluded areas or just sitting in silence with you, his hand always resting protectively on your shoulder or back.

They’re ridiculously protective of you, especially when they discover a rival gang has been sniffing around your shop. Soap was the first to get riled up, pacing and muttering about teaching them a lesson. Gaz kept it together but couldn’t stop checking in on you every five minutes, while Price made sure you had a personal escort everywhere. Ghost didn’t say a word—he just disappeared for a while, and when he returned, the threat was gone.

You’re their light in an otherwise dark world. They’re captivated by your kindness and the way you care about everyone, even when they don’t deserve it. Soap jokingly calls you "our sunshine," and while the others roll their eyes, they secretly agree. They’ll do anything to protect that light, even if it means shielding you from the darker parts of their world.

The first time they collectively admitted how much you meant to them, it was after a close call with the rival gang. Price sat you down and told you in his calm, steady voice that you were more than just someone they were protecting—you were family. Soap, of course, couldn’t resist adding, “Our girl,” with a wide grin, earning a glare from Price but a soft laugh from you. Gaz promised you that they’d always have your back, no matter what, and Ghost, in his usual fashion, simply said, “You’re ours.”

Life with them was never dull. Soap and Gaz constantly bicker over who gets to spend more time with you, while Price keeps them in line, reminding them not to overwhelm you. Ghost just watches from the sidelines, silently amused, though he occasionally throws in a dry comment that leaves everyone laughing.

You’ve become the center of their world, and while their lives may be dangerous and chaotic, they’d do anything to make sure you’re safe, happy, and loved.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[httpvomitello]

Pretty Girls Fight Like This! *⁠.⁠✧

When Mikey first saw you, it was like a rainbow had walked into the lair.

Your hair was long and streaked with vibrant colors that caught the light every time you moved. Your clothes were bright and cheerful, practically glowing compared to the muted tones of the lair. To Mikey, you looked like a walking burst of happiness, and he was instantly intrigued.

“Dude!” Mikey exclaimed, spinning around you with wide eyes. “You look like a popsicle! In the best way possible!”

You laughed, twirling to show off your outfit. “Thanks! I like standing out.”

“Mission accomplished!” he said, grinning. “You’re officially the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

It didn’t take long for Mikey to notice just how strong you were.

One night, during a Kraang ambush, he was struggling to fend off two droids at once. Before he could call for backup, you swooped in and yanked both droids apart like they were made of cardboard.

“Did you just...?” Mikey stared, his jaw practically on the floor.

“Yup!” you said cheerfully, tossing the broken pieces aside.

“That. Was. Awesome!” Mikey cheered, throwing his arms around you in a tight hug. “You’re like my new hero!”

You laughed, patting his shell. “Thanks, Mikey. But you’re pretty awesome too.”

Mikey also quickly realized you had an appetite to match his own, which only made him like you more.

During a video game night at the lair, the two of you demolished an entire pizza together while the rest of the team watched in disbelief.

“Dude, where do you put it all?” Raph asked, shaking his head.

Mikey just grinned, holding up his fist for a bump. “Y/N’s got the heart of a true pizza lover. Respect.”

You bumped his fist, giggling. “Pizza is life.”

Your style was another thing Mikey couldn’t get enough of.

Your bright, colorful outfits were like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise drab lair. Mikey especially loved.

“Y/N, you’re like a walking art piece,” Mikey said one day as he sketched in his notebook. “I gotta draw you sometime!”

“Only if I get to see the masterpiece when you’re done,” you teased.

“Deal!” Mikey beamed.

One thing that bugged Mikey, though, was how often you had to adjust your socks during training.

“Ugh, they keep falling down!” you huffed, tugging at them for the hundredth time.

“Why don’t you just get new ones?” Mikey asked, tilting his head.

“I’ve tried, but nothing works,” you said with a sigh.

Mikey didn’t say anything, but later that week, he snuck topside and found a shop that sold brightly colored, knee-high socks, with April's help —exactly your style.

When he handed them to you, your face lit up.

“Are these for me?” you asked, holding them up.

“Yup! Now you can kick butt without worrying about your socks falling down,” Mikey said with a grin.

You tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking him over. “Mikey, you’re the sweetest! Thank you!”

He laughed, hugging you back. “Anything for my favorite person!”

As the weeks went on, Mikey found himself looking for excuses to hang out with you.

Whether it was sharing snacks, watching movies ou playing video games, you made everything more fun. And you always seemed to notice the little things about him—like when you surprised him with a custom collar made from colorful beads.

“What’s this for?” Mikey asked, already putting it on the neck.

“Just a little something to say thanks for being awesome,” you said with a smile.

Mikey’s heart practically melted. “Aww, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cry!”

Mikey wasn’t used to feeling this way—giddy and nervous all at once—but with you, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

You were a ray of sunshine in his life, and he couldn’t help but fall for you a little more each day.

And as the two of you laughed together in the lair, surrounded by his brothers, Mikey realized he didn’t just like you—he adored you.

[meowzfordayz]

they're-both-so-helpless

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Author’s Note: starting 2024 off w/ Kyojuro❣️ Began writing this while at work… winter makes for slow days when selling ice cream. 😆 Pt 2 coming ~soon aka prob within the next 24 hrs since my shift’s almost over lol.

emphasis-on-helpless, helplessly-in-love

Missing your boyfriend is tough… especially when he isn’t actually your boyfriend.

“He might as well be!” Mitsuri says whenever she’s with you, “I swear you check your phone at least twice as often ever since you became friends.” The tips of your ears warm, eyes glued to the newest Snap of Kyojuro’s cheerful face. “Will you at least show me?” Mitsuri huffs, head tilting to catch a glance, “Aww, he’s so cute!” “But he’s not my boyfriend,” you mutter, quickly snapping a blurry photo of your melting ice cream. Eyes gleaming, Mitsuri hums knowingly, slinging a giddy arm around you without another word. You silently thank her gesture of respecting your privacy—something your other friend, Shinobu, rarely does—hurriedly eating a spoonful of your dessert as he snaps back: You got ice cream without me?! ☹️ I fear I am mortally wounded. 💔 You appease him with a Snap of your own frown, promising him i’ll bring u next time 🥺🍦 pointedly ignoring Mitsuri’s smooching noises when Kyojuro fires back with It’s a date! 😁😋 Sooo maybe nobody respects your privacy.

You’ve never considered yourself shy, but you have resigned yourself to being perpetually friendzoned, a bit too person-next-door in a would-never-date-their-neighbor way rather than a person-next-door who also is-totally-down-to-date-their-handsome-neighbor way. Like puffing out your chest while walking on the sidewalk to convey confidence and get people out of your path, you’ve mastered the art of giving off don’t-fuck-with-me vibes — despite desperately wanting to fuck.

And therein lies the problem-not-actually-a-problem with one Rengoku Kyojuro. Also known as, Mitsuri’s favorite barista. Also known as, immediately flirted with you when Mitsuri finally took you to his cafe for brunch, writing his number on your cup and everything. Also known as, might not have been flirting with you and in fact was just being nice because he has yet to properly-not-jokingly ask you on a real-official-non-platonic date. You’ve survived a blustery autumn of pumpkin spice lattes and too many free muffins, persevered through a surprisingly snug winter of It’s my special recipe hot chocolates and ice skating with the gang (Mitsuri, Shinobu, Kyojuro, and his insufferable friend Tengen), and felt wistfully hopeful as spring came and went, having your voice compared to blossoming flowers and your smile to tender sunshine… only to dream alone, his contagious grin and addictingly cozy hugs lingering even as you woke with the sensation of tears in your eyes.

—

“You should tell him how you feel!” Shinobu sighs, an exasperated, endeared sound as she watches you bemoan your adoration.

“Oh yeah, because he definitely feels the same after a year of literally zero signs!”

“He called your ice cream plans last week a date,” Mitsuri chimes in, rubbing your shoulders as she exchanges a they’re-both-so-helpless look with Shinobu.

“Platonically,” you shoot back, sagging into Mitsuri’s touch, “He’s so gentlemanly and sweet, I never know whether we’re flirting or he’s simply being polite! Friendly! A friend!”

“I repeat,” Shinobu deadpans, “Tell him how you feel.”

You pout, chewing on your upper lip as you mumble, “And if he doesn’t like me?”

“Nonsense!” Mitsuri declares brightly, squeezing you—Owww—a little too hard, “He doesn’t talk to anyone else like he talks to you.”

“I talk to you differently than I talk to Shinobu. Doesn’t mean anything,” you grumble.

“I’m trying to uplift you,” Mitsuri huffs, playfully pulling on your earlobe, “Trust us. Okay? He would absolutely date you if he knew you were interested in dating.”

“Since when have I said I’m not interested?!” you wail in dismay.

“You’ve never said you are interested,” Shinobu quips.

You scowl at her as she tosses a good natured pillow at you, Mitsuri clicking her tongue as you squish the pillow against your sternum, heart aching when your phone lights up Rengoku Kyojuro sent you a Snap • 🔥.

[anotherblinder]

My Sunshine

Summary || A trip down memory lane

Word Count || 1,004

Pairing || Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings || Angst, Reader Death, Mention of blood, Mention of sex and nudity

Note || Hello, it had been awhile! It has been a rough week, and i had found myself singing you are my sunshine. I realized i tend to do it as a comfort thing when things get really rough. Even if it tends to make me kinda cry. It seems that day was today. But don’t worry, it was just built up stress and I’m okay! Only I sing my own little one with a couple words changed, as i like how it sounds to me. This time as i softly sang it to myself this popped into my head and thought I would share it. I hope you all enjoy it! Also please, i don’t own the song. It would just make a good fic. I claim nothing man. Please don't steal my work

You are my sunshine

Bright, beautiful, warm, that’s how Tommy felt as he looked at you. The woman who loved him without hesitation. The mess he is, the ugly parts of him, the one he didn’t really want. It was a wonder to him how you could, but he didn’t think about it much. Not when he held the sun in his heart. Nothing could compare to the warmth you made him feel. The fullness he felt and never wanted to let go. The shine in your eyes every time your radiant smile graced your face.  

My only sunshine  

Nothing made him happier, brightened his world like you could. His family made him feel happy, but not like you. It's like a weight is always lifted off his shoulders when he’s around you. Just being next to you. It had always been that way. For as long as Thomas has known you. Deep down, he wanted to be selfish and keep you all to himself. Trap that shine and have it as only his, and you let him. Where he was somber like the moon, you were mellow like the sun.

You make me happy when skies are grey

It seemed to always go like this. He would come home late, beat the shit out of him. Looking and feeling like death; but you never faltered. Gently wiping away the blood and tending his wound with a touch he felt he didn’t deserve in that moment. The small, soft, loving smile as you did it. Or when his head got the better of him and the demons came blazing in. Tearing everything apart and making it hard to breathe. Thomas would feel your arms around him, humming a soft tune, and everything would melt away. Silence would enter his head and make it feel as though he could breathe again.

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

How could he properly express how much he loves you? Thomas felt as though he never would be able too. Sometimes, he felt as though you knew, that’s what he told himself. But there are moments he hesitates that you do. Thomas knows he would do anything for you, take a bullet for you, a beating, hell even death and the devil himself. He tried to show that as well in the actions he did. Buy you things he thought would make you happy or look even more beautiful in. When he takes you to bed and makes love to you, hoping you can feel the love he pours into it. But he feels it’s never enough, you’ll never know the extent of his love.

Please don’t take my sunshine away

There wasn’t anything that could take you from him. It was a thought Thomas never let cross his mind. Least that’s what he told himself. To move through that fear of losing you. It was suffocating, never can Thomas stay on that image. Even when he banishes, it lingers in the back of his mind.

The other night dear, while I was sleeping

It was a long day and Thomas didn’t hesitate to fall into bed and fall asleep. A rest his body needed after the day he had. Long and tiring. Nearly getting in a fight, shots being fired, new deals needing to be made. Anything to keep him going.

I dreamt I held you in my arms

Sunlight shined though the window and he felt warm. The dip in the bed beside him, making a smile come to his lips. Turning over, he slung an arm over your waist, looking down at you. Sleeping like the world had already woken up. Shifting, he laid back down on the bed and pulled you into his arms. Close to his chest and heart. Feeling the warmth radiating off of you. Making the cold air around him disappear and he kissed the top of your head and fell back asleep.

When I awoke dear, I was mistaken

Slowly Thomas opened his eyes and felt that warmth slowly vanish. Sunlight streamed through the blinds and a heavy feeling came over him. Empty, hollow, cold. Slowly he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The cold air pricked his skin, but he paid it no mind. Taking a deep breath, he looked over his shoulder. To the spot you used to sleep, the warmth that would come from that side of the bed in the mornings. Who would put that warmth there.

And I held my head and cried

Turning his head away, Thomas felt the familiar tightening of his throat. The heaviness on his chest, the stinging sensation in his eyes. Taking a shaky breath, he placed his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. A broken sob escaped him as he recalled the dream that felt so real. How he secretly hoped it was. The scene played in his head, you lying there in his arms. Blood staining his shirt, his heart, his soul, his sun. If only he had been faster. If only.

You are my sunshine

"Are you sure? There are other woman far better to be on your arm than me Tommy.”

“No, there is only you, please, marry me. Give me the honor of calling you (Y/n) Shelby. My wife.”

“Yes, I love you, Thomas. My husband.”

My only sunshine  

“There is no place I’d rather be than here with you.”

“Oh? Is that because I'm here naked next to you Tommy?”

“That does help.”

You make me happy when skies are grey

“You shouldn’t be getting your hands dirty over me (Y/n).”

“I’ll dirty my hands over you until they fall off Thomas. It’s my job to care for you.”

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

“I love you so much, I don’t say it enough but I do.”

“I love you too Tommy. As the sun falls and the moon rises.”

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

[eliplague]

Penny for my thoughts | The Sunshine Court (Part 1 maybe)

Just finished The Sunshine Court so I need to get some of my thoughts out of my head because there’s just too many. (Spoiler warning read at your own discretion)

1. Expect the Jean and Niel parallels post ‘cause it’s COMING

2. Never in a million years would I have ever known how much I needed to see Jean getting adopted by lesbians, thank you Nora for opening my eyes.

3. Renee and Jean friendship had me MELTING INTO A PUDDLE, I need everyone to know how dear that friendship is to me and how close I hold it to my heart.

4. Jean giving up information through freudian slip every damn time had me wanting to slap him upside the head, but I knew he wouldn’t have said anything other wise. Necessary evils and whatnot (If you get it you get it).

5. I still cannot decide if Jean holding into his ruined belongings is more of a self sabotage situation to remind himself he should be submitting or a “I know we ruined each other closely beyond repair, but you are still the only familiar thing to me”. Could be a little bit of both but I’m leaning more towards the first one.

6. LOVED all the representation in the book and how fast Jean was to accept it, my boy really dgaf.

7. My prediction that TSC was going to have to be cut into two books was correct and I’m glad Nora decided to do it that way. Like I said in THIS post, Jean has to deal with his trauma on the first book to make way for Jerejean to blossom, in my opinion, it was the best course of action.

8. Cat and Laila my beloved. Cat is my favorite character and I loved her the moment she was introduced, Laila being the handler to Cat’s chaos made me super warm inside.

9. Barkbark Von Barkestein is an incredible name and when I adopt a dog I will be naming it this.

10. I KNEW Grayson was going to make an appearance the moment his name kept coming up, even though it was coming I still had to stop breathing some fresh air when he inevitably did, because the seething rage I felt can only be compared to the Drake scene (as Jean so graciously did)

11. I’m so damn curious about Jeremy’s past I feel like I’m about to implode (hehe) from curiosity. Nora had me running mental laps trying to theorize why his family hates him so much. At first I thought it could be because he’s gay but then he mentioned Exy… 👀 the plot thickens

There’s so much more I want to talk about but I don’t trust myself to write an eloquent enough paragraph right now. I’m drunk on excitement and exhaustion from reading the whole book in one sitting. Did I procrastinate on some assignments because of it? Perhaps but that’s for future Eli to figure out.

[drsorrell]

Reading Short Fiction, Fri. 8.2.24

You made it to the end of the first week!

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Close Reading RD Comments

In your Fall English class, you will receive extensive overall feedback. This means that your professor will make general comments for the whole class and expect you to follow them in addition to the rubric.

In my experience, this sometimes annoys students who want direct feedback. But your professor is teaching OTHER classes and many other students, so if everyone in your Core Writing class is making a mistake, they will point this out to the class, not to everyone one-on-one.

I'm trying to show you how that works here (and going over what I saw in The Close Reading RDs that have been submitted so far).

GO INTO MORE DETAIL AND TAKE RISKS (THINKING ONES!)

A Close Reading (and your assignments for our course and your next one in the Fall) are all about detail. Keep pushing your points. Take a risk and make a claim that just pops into your head, and see if you can, in fact, back it up.

Remember yesterday in class when I talked about this quote: "Or maybe that wasn’t the time it snowed. Maybe it was the time we slept in the truck and I rolled over on the bunnies and flattened them. It doesn’t matter. What’s important for me to remember now is that early the next morning the snow was melted off the windshield and the daylight woke me up. A mist covered everything and, with the sunshine, was beginning to grow sharp and strange. The bunnies weren’t a problem yet, or they’d already been a problem and were already forgotten, and there was nothing on my mind. I felt the beauty of the morning."

You can use this quote to point out how out of it the narrator is or the effects of the drugs.

You can also use it to point out, as I did, how important sense perception is to the narrator, which has to do with the drugs and simply reacting to situations instead of planning, as you guys pointed out in class.

But you could also go further, as I was starting to yesterday. You could make your argument and say that it is hard to trust anything this kind of narrator says, and maybe nothing in the story "really" happened. You'd also be right because it is fiction. This is what teachers mean when they tell you to take risks. Trust me that it's much more interesting to write something like this than just saying what you think I want you to say. (I don't want you to say anything; I aim for you to practice reading, writing, thinking, and making evidence-driven arguments.)

USE THE AUTHOR'S WORDS

Break down the language of the quote as much as possible, even when doing another category. So, if you say that both "Sidle Creek" and "Emergency" involve miracles that aren't really miracles, then you need to use the words of the stories as well.

Compare the following:

Both "Sidle Creek" and "Emergency" involve miracles that aren't really miracles. <- Great idea!

Both "Sidle Creek," where Esme believes she feels "the Sidle’s love walking deep inside," and "Emergency," where the narrator ("F***head) has a vision of "angels were descending out of a brilliant blue summer, their huge faces streaked with light and full of pity," involve miracles that aren't truly miracles. <- Great idea, backed up by textual evidence!

WATCH YOUR CAPITALIZATION

The first letter of every sentence is capitalized.

The first letter of proper names is capitalized: Esme, Georgie, Allegheny, Sidle Creek.

Story titles are capitalized and in quotes: "Sidle Creek" and "Emergency." (If you're ever in doubt, just look at how I write them on the syllabus and elsewhere.) SENTENCE FRAGMENTS: UNDERSTAND WHAT CONSTITUTES A COMPLETE SENTENCE.

Complete sentences with a subject and a verb are essential for maintaining the coherence and clarity of your writing. a complete sentence always has an identifiable subject (the person or thing doing something) and a verb (the action being done). This understanding is crucial for maintaining the coherence and clarity of your writing. Avoid using sentence fragments.

The use of sentence fragments has increased in recent years. Even newspapers do it. However, in clear, academic writing where you are trying to make a specific point, you don't.

For example: "The narrator thinks he is seeing angels. But it's really a drive-in. That doesn't matter, though, because the author has a different point. To show you that the narrator is looking for something new and better."

"To show you that the narrator is looking for something new or better" is a fragment with no subject. This should either be attached to the sentence before (1) or needs a subject to make it a complete sentence (2):

(1) "That doesn't matter, though, because the author makes a different point, to show that the narrator is looking for something new and better."

(2) "That doesn't matter, though, because the author has a different point. He is trying to show you that the narrator is looking for something new and better."

Discussion of the first half of "Wait for Night"

Author: Stephen Graham Jones on why he writes.

Author on the inspiration for the story: "Where this story happens is a place along the creek I pedal past about every day. For a long while last summer there was a crew doing stuff there, so they kind of became part of . . . I don’t know: they became possible, if that makes sense. I started wondering what they might be digging up. And who they were. And then I remembered a big field of blown-down trees I got lost in on the reservation one November, and how all these upturned root pans were enough for me, they were all I needed, or could think of.

And then I wrote this story."

(1) First sentence, last sentence.

(2) Why are there SO MANY real-world references?

Lace-up Red Wing boots

Ditch Witch

Kicker for the Broncos

"As near as I could tell, every waterway for miles in every direction was clogged with trash from the flood three years before." -> 2013 Floods

Diagonal Highway

Root pan: bottom of tree, roots. dirt, rocks, everything that gets uprooted

"My uncle’s unregistered Buick"

Runabout (construction or ATV ?)

Wild West, Roaring Twenties, Great Depression

(3) Characters, Personalities, and Backgrounds: What do we know, and how do we know it?

(4) What is the central theme of the first half of the story? What gets mentioned again and again?

(5) Connections to "Sidle Creek" and/or "Emergency"?

(6) What do you think happens next? ;)

Time to work on CR FDs

Homework: Before class: CR1 FD due AND finish reading “Wait for Night” (2020).

[fumikomiyasaki]

❤️ for any!!!

Adoration

*she blushes heavy spinning her pen*

"Meika is really cute... but not only that she... accepted me how I am despite how I look... s-she always knows what to say and can deal better with many people than me... she always knows how to cheer me up as well as to brighten up my day... sometimes i wish i could give her something back then just some flowers I bring her... I also love that laugh she has when she pranks our brothers... I just... really hope she doesn't realize one day how ugly I am compared...I want to bring her S-sunflowers next time cause she is a sunshine to me."

He chuckles with a smug grin.

"Its so fun to tease Mako... well of course not till he feels bad but the pouty times and the small spites against me... I adore seeing his cute face change into so many directions... not only that but he looks handsome in so many outfits I would love for him to play model for me if he could. He is even more precious when he is needy or sleepy... makes me almost want to eat him up.~ I also prefer someone who is honest with me when we are alone as well as who speaks up about things but I think the most I would love him to str- *he gets dragged away by April again* "

She put down her book and showed a small smile accompanied by a blush.

"I really adore how I feel when I am around him... he always takes care of me and thinks what would make me feel better and even if he has his moody days I can give him the calm shoulder he needs. He is sweet, gives me a good break from the stress I have from tutoring... incredibly entertaining, finds always a way to find ways to get me to laugh... I find this freckles adorable on him and just this smile he gives me.... it always makes my heart beat... I also thank him for having patience with me to learn some cooking things... he still should need to learn I don' t need that many gifts but I appreciate he is thinking of me... I ... really feel not alone anymore with him and... I am glad to have him close to me. Just talking about this I should give him a smooch as thank you I think I should go look for him."

He sighed stopping his work before speaking up.

"... there is not many people who know how to make the coffee I like or can do well to give me a comfortable sleep. Harumi is... refreshing and someone I do value in my life...."

(There is more but man is really not good with words, give him time.)

He put his katana blade back in his sheet and took a calm breath.

"I feel thanks to Caesar... I found someone I want to protect no matter what... his voice being a calm force to make me get back to earth after painfull memories... the sheer love he gives me... it feels unreal compared to what I been through with my first love... as if the universe wanted to give me a break... and I thank it for this."

He sweats and stutters like heavy.

"w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-----"

He clings onto his board and tried to muser up any words. "Ilovehowhelooksatmelikeimeananythingheissosmartandhandsomeioftencantbreathearoundhimand---"

He inhaled deep still red and tried to order his words.

"I feel when he just looks at me I might just melt into a puddle."

He fainted... guess its hard to get anything out of him

[elpida]

Gwyn was delighted to talk of her dragon to someone, her sweet little dragon loved to bathe in sunshine, roll in meadows, he was a pampered thing really. Nothing like Eris' sunshine, oh the way she adored that girl, both of them armoured in a way. Gwyn's dragon was not one to provide, even in his height he was small amongst the race, a runt if you would but... Eris' dragon, she was fire blazing and they matched perfectly. She started to babble to Kevin, in her own little daydream whilst Eris, well... Eris was carefully observant so whilst Gwyn was happy, she was not. She didn't tell of her sunshine's life story, she simply let people be in awe and fear of what she considered her beauty.

A normal lady would have hissed at the rough and quite cruel grip to her arm, a normal lady would've been frightened but Eris? She locked her eyes on him like she'd offer him a duel in the middle of the dancefloor just to embarrass him when he lost and that'd be without her dragons aid.

"Let me make some things very clear to you." she finally spoke and her voice, well it was as smooth as butter yet as sharp as fangs. She turned, enough that she blocked off the crowd from seeing him with her body, her arm moving swiftly in a flicking motion and the blade she had tucked into her sleeve fell forward to her palm. Eris moved her arms up then, hooking around his neck as though she was preparing for them to dance when in fact, she had pressed the steel edge of the knife she'd snuck in here, concealed under her dress, to his neck. She hadn't nicked his flesh, nor caught him enough to draw blood but she was very clearly warning him. One wrong move, one tiny motion and she'd cut so precisely that he would bleed out and she would wage war, all in the name of her sisters honour.

"If you act a fool, if you disrespect her, hurt her.. wheat do you think this knife might do? She wants prince charming, you will be prince charming and you will call me by my name. Eris, do you hear me?" her voice a low hiss. "I'd hate to cut your tongue should you speak so lowly to me again." nobody, in all the kingdoms was anything like her. Speaking down to a king, daring enough to threaten, to bite, she was a champion beyond compare. "You'll protect her, as a husband should." she almost growled it. The hand around the back of his neck that didn't hold a blade, pushed into the nape of his neck, daring the idea that she'd simply yank his head back and cut his throat. She could make this man sweat without dragons fire.

Suddenly she was aware of a presence approaching, hearing the steps so that knife, the sharp edge, dipped back into her sleeve and suddenly she was acting more demure, cutesy even the way she forced a giggle with the scrunch of her nose. "So whilst I'd love to dance, I'm not a very good dance partner, I'm afraid!" Gwyn tapped her shoulder. "Oh come now Eri, you're not that bad! Dance, go on- I'm off to find papa!" she chimed sweetly, and Eris changed so much when it came to her slightly younger sister. "My betrothed is planning to visit our Meadowlands, isn't that right?" she put the idea out there as she started to turn to walk away again. "Eris knows the lands better than anyone!" Gwyn added as Eris turned her icy gaze to his only.. there was one person those eyes went soft for, melted like chocolate, such a lovely warmth. It came in small moments but it was visible. "You plan to visit our lands then? Is this before the wedding?" she hummed. "Some of our dragons remain wild, are you aware? I would not suggest such things as.. polar bears. I do mean that part politely, see dragons will eat anything if they are wild and hungry."

"No fan of the cold weather? That's a shame, my land is covered with ice and snow all over, we only have on season that you can see the green grass on the ground, but don't worry, princess. I think you'll quite like it there. I don’t have dragons but we have lycans, wolves and polar bears." He looks over where the young girl nods her hear and spots the other princess, the future lady between the crowds, her hair down, decorated with jewelry, looking elegant in green dress while John settled on his fur, heavy cloak with blue stones designed all over the thick, dark material and his ceremonial shirt and trousers, set with dark boots and light blue mask on his face in shape of an owl, only because he couldn't think of any other animal. "Hm? Not interested in a dance? Then how she's going to lead future celebrations in the kingdom? A perfect queen is someone who knows how to manage a battle along with being good on the dance floor, am I right?" He chuckles deeply, holding the girl closer to himself when the song changes again to a folk dance.

He holds the princess hand and ushers her to a corner, taking a glass of wine from a passing tray of a servant and hands it over to her, his attention is drawn to where she waves her hand at and he locks eyes with the sister for a moment, returning back her glare because who the hell she thinks she is?! Not wearing a crown yet and she's going around, trying to scare him?! Him, the strongest king around here! What a bold move! The young sister takes his focus once again, he smiles with a polite, curt bow "I'm proud to hear that, princess. My people aren't that bad like how outsider might say about them, we just have our own traditions but we're loving new guests around here" He then brings one of her hands up to press a kiss on that back of it, a rude move if you'd ask his mother but who cares, the girl is going to be wed to him in close future. "I heard all the good things about your kingdom, my lady. The beautiful forest and the rare flowers growing in that area, I'm looking forward to visit your father soon so you'll be expecting to see me again, maybe you can give me a tour yourself?" He winks playfully at her, following Gwyn to the balcony where the air is much nicer than inside, the night sky is clear tonight, shining down silver rays above them. One of his knight approaches from behind right at the time John was about to ask casually what she's saying to the creature, the dragons puts him on the edge and he has been a boy born on a horse and growing up with dogs and wolves, legendary winged dragons weren't for him. "Sir?" The knight calls for him, his helmet under his arm, face bare with shame to interrupt his king's night. "What, Kevin?" He hisses to the man without looking at him.  "Sir your mother demanded to speak to you in her room" He swallows thickly, bowing to the king again, his heart racing with fear. "I'm- I'm really sorry, sir!"  John sighs, shoulders dropping in defeat because when mother asks for something, nothing can change her mind, much like how she raised her son. "My apologies, princess. The duty calls and this one is really important. Though Kevin will keep you company" He bows his head to her then turns on his heels to rush back in the hall to the main Chambers. The knight squeaks after him "b-but s-sir!!" The young soldier gathers himself up soon, awkwardly smiling at the blonde girl. Just don't mess it up Kevin! Oh darn! She's so pretty!  "Y-your Highness, are you a dragon rider?" He finds it fascinating to have such a power over big animals like a dragon.

John assumes his mother probably wants to talk about the bride, he stops at his track when he sees another lord is about to approach Eris, the older girl. That idiot, pompous, self-righteous little girl.

"Excuse me.." pushing away the other lord who just yelps like a kid having his candy taken away, he grasps onto Eris' arm and harshly pulls her in the corner, the song changes to a slow paced waltz.

"Listen here, missy. Your dear sister gonna be mine soon, so just making sure to give you this clear message, stay. The fuck. Away from it" tightens his hold on her arm a little, voice a hissing anger.

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro, tanjiro, and zenitsu.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : reader is implied to be fem, the term "wife" is used!

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— As much as pet names make his heart soar, he melts when you call him by his first name. The tender way your lips form around each syllable as if his name was something so dear to you. It makes his stomach flip every time you utter it. Kyojuro. Kyojuro. Kyojuro~ nothing sets his heart ablaze quite like your adoring voice echoing his name back to him.

— He’s Rengoku to most that know him, big brother to Senjuro, but to you he’s just Kyojuro. Your Kyojuro.

— However, there are some pet names that get those butterflies going: my love, honey, baby—something about being called baby makes him soften visibly. He gets that wet smile on his face and big eyes that say, Yes that’s me.

— He really really likes it when you call him “husband” there’s something so domestic and coy about it that makes his heart flutter. 

“Husbanddd, I require your assistance!” You often shout to him from the other room when you need help with something, and whether it’s simply a dish from a high shelf or a piece of furniture that needs to be moved, he pops his head into the room with an enthusiastic “Yes, wife!?”

(He especially likes it if you aren’t married yet, so when you teasingly call him “husband” it sounds like a promise.)

— Kyojuro has a multitude of pet names for you! He thinks your name is beautiful but he only calls you it when he’s feeling serious. Prepare to adopt second names by the day. 

— Names such as: my love, my flame, my heart’s fire, darling flame, my heart.

— And if he’s feeling particularly syrupy? He'll sing out names like sunflower and sunshine. cus you’re the ever-glimmering light of his life 🥺

— Everything that comes out of this man’s mouth sounds like a declaration of love.

— Another one he’s fond of is little flame.

“I’m not so little!“ you’d proclaim, making a face as he pats your head affectionately.

“Compared to me you are!” he’d laugh with his whole chest, teeth showing as he tosses his head back in glee.

— And even if you’re taller than him (which I’m sure he’d find incredibly enchanting, being able to rest his head on your shoulder and standing on his tippy toes to kiss you) you’re still his cute little flame.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— He’s pure as they come when it comes to romance; shy but loyal to a fault! Tanjiro is a little clueless on how to go about the whole relationship business being so sheltered, all of his knowledge of courting rituals and such he observed from his parents (and they weren’t around very long to teach him 💀)

— Tanjiro honestly loves to call you by your name. He thinks it’s pretty and suits you perfectly. It took a great deal of conditioning to convince him it was alright to call you by your first name. To call you by your first name feels like an honor, so naturally, he’d want to utter it as often as you’d allow. 

— You can’t help but love the way he almost whispers it like a precious secret between you. His gentle voice always takes on an adoring quality when he says your name, every syllable honeyed and reverent.

— Tanjiro’s pet names are sickeningly sweet things like: sweetheart, flower, beautiful, and petal.

Nothing better than waking up to his kind gaze already trained on you, a muttered “good morning, beautiful.” against your temple as you’re still stirring from sleep. He gets that lovesick puppy look on his face when you reply with, “good morning to you too, handsome.”

— Tanjiro would let you call him anything you wanted, no matter how silly. You can’t go wrong with a cute shortening of his name like Tanji or a simple “my love” if you’re feeling sappy—and with such a loving partner as Tanjiro, wouldn’t you? He loves you so passionately it’s hard not to let the syrupy pet names fall like rain when he looks at you like that.

— His favorite though? Honey. Something about it just makes his brain turn to mush, he’d do anything for you when you call him that.

“Tanjiro honey, the bathroom door’s stuck shut again!” You’d holler, bouncing a fussing child with one hand and trying to pry the stubborn door open with the other. 

He’s at your side in seconds, wrenching the door open with considerable force. You sigh in relief, smiling when you feel his lips against your cheek, and watch as he shushes your child by simply stroking a thumb over their forehead.

“Thank you, honey,” you sighed, planting your own kiss to your husband’s cheek. He only beams, holding the door open for you and scooping your child into his own arms to let you have some much-needed alone time. 

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— I think it’s pretty obvious that Zenitsu is an avid pet name enjoyer, both giving and receiving! 

— He struggles not to shorten your name or replace it entirely with sugary pet names before you’re even official. And once you are irrevocably his? Prepare to forget your real name because you’ll never hear it from him again. Y/n? Who’s that?

— Your new names include: dearest, my love, sweetie, angel, peach blossom, sugar, honey—the list goes on and on! 

— His pet names only get sillier and sappier, but you’ll never have a dull moment with him that’s for sure. Zenitsu also uses the silly ones to make you laugh and can you blame him? It's his favorite sound <3

— Zenitsu doesn’t expect you to pick up his habit and start calling him your own sweet names.

— The first time you called him sweetheart his head whipped around so fast, eyes sparkling as he looked left and right, pointing to himself to ensure you were speaking to him. And when you nod he nearly bursts into joyous tears, fists clinging onto your kimono. It’s the first time he’d been given a sweet name, he can’t help blubbering his approval into your clothes.

— Zenitsu turns to mush before your eyes for any pet names, but his personal favorites to be called are: sweetheart (he melts every time), my love, my heart, and baby—that name in particular makes him get all misty-eyed and following after you like a puppy (another name I HIGHLY recommend calling him)

— Definitely soft for being called “husband.” it reminds him that he’s found someone that isn’t going to give up on him. No matter how many times he cries or falters; you’ll always be right there by his side. And then of course being married is his ultimate fantasy, so he can’t help but puff up with pride when you refer to him as your husband.

— Call him “pretty boy” and he’ll actually die. local man found dead in the marketplace after being called pretty by his own wife.

— it gets to a point where he grimaces when you use his actual name like who tf is Zenitsu? He’s sweetheart? He’s baby? 🤨

[sandrockianblues]

Hey how would the LIs react to being asked “would you still love me if I was a worm?” 🌚

I only did romanced male LIs for the sake of pushing this out lmao and because I’ve studied them the best but-

ASKING ROMANCED MALE LOVE INTERESTS: “Would you love me if I was a worm?”

🛍️Arvio🛍️: head empty, no thoughts. Says yes immediately. Of course he would. His love for the builder transcends even species (someone come get this boy pls 💀-) need you even ask?

“I’d still love you that even butterflies would pale in comparison to your beauty as a worm.”

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🌻Burgess🌻: bewildered but excited to answer. Pure sunshine boy. Happy they’d even asked or consider the notion. Obviously he’d still love them as a worm!

“Let’s be worms together,” he smiles, “and we can build a life together amongst the flowers.”

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✏️Ernest✏️: ok, he’s got this. This is nothing compared to the weird prompts he’s written to humor his audience (composed of children). If he fucks this up, he’s truly failed as a writer. Regardless of if they’re being serious or not. (Aka he literally considers this for the wrong reason but hey, at least he answered).

“You could be a worm, a drifting leaf, or even the night’s breeze- and I’d still love you.”

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🌿Fang🌿: literally glances at X then back at them, wondering if they realize the immediate danger they’d be in if they were a worm. Deadass points to the bird too with a raised brow. Wants to say yes but-

“…I’d probably have given you to him for food without realizing it.” 💀

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🌟Justice🌟: double checks to see if they’re buzzed or something but laughs lightly, slinging an arm around them and tugging them close, huffing into their hair as they walk.

“Sure, sweetheart. You’d be the prettiest worm ever.”

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🤍Logan🤍: the quickest decliner. He’s not even really sorry. He’s a gentleman at heart but, that’s a dumb fucking question. But still, he’s not one to leave his builder sad.

He frowns, turning to face them. “Darlin’…that’s ‘bout the silliest question I’ve ever heard. ‘Course I wouldn’t. I’d use ya as bait without a thought.” Opening his arms, a teasing smile playing on the edge of his lips. “C’mere, let me hold my favorite human instead.”_______________________________________________

☀️Miguel☀️: lowkey thinks it’s a dumb question but whatever. He’ll wax his builder a bit of poetry to them if it makes his love happy.

“Wanderer of the rich soil, and a soul that sees the world for the vastness it is. You see so much for so little a creature. The wonderment in your eyes is cause enough for me to have been bewitched by you.” (Someone pls give me credit for bullshitting this pls)

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💚Owen💚: thoroughly amused. A thick brow raised, cocked hip and growing crooked grin. His eyes sparkle with amusement and he’s one to play along just to melt his little builder’s heart some more, make them fall even harder for him. He is a storyteller after all.

“Doll, there isn’t anything in this world that can stop my lovesick heart from loving you. Not even if you were a worm.” What a charmer-

_______________________________________________ ✂️Pablo✂️: dumbfounded and in disbelief. Freezes in whatever he’s doing to stare at the builder, questioning if they’re serious. Another one of the honest ones.

“…sweetheart, I wouldn’t approach you or your kind with a ten foot pole.” A wink to save himself though. “So why don’t you stay human for me, huh? I’ll love you all you want if you do.”

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🏅Pen🏅: lmao, sorry. He’s new to romance and is still surprised he’s landed the builder half the time when his bravado leaves him. But this?

A loud and boisterous nervous chuckle, “I’d probably crush you if you were a worm. Best if we don’t go there.”

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🚀Qi🚀: hears “worm” and sidetracks before realizing what they said. Cue another confused boy who is going to give them a bit of scathing judgment and a severe questioning look.

“Worms. Members of the clitellata class. Members of the genus Lumbricus. Known for- wait, did you just ask if I’d love you as a worm?…you know I’ve dissected worms before, right? Do you still want me to answer?”

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🪨Unsuur🪨: best boi confused too. Gives them an odd look, severely confused and wondering if this is just a normal thing with people that he’s been ignorant of. Gives a resounding “no” in response. The builder should follow up by asking if they were a rock, would he still love them.

Looks away, checking the dirt and sand on his boots. “You’d probably be a rare jewel if you were a rock, gem. I’d take such good care and protection of you if you were.” Talk sedimentary to him pls -

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[hendrixthepolitesnake]

Headcanons

(well uh- this from my Wattpad account is a yandere demon slayer x poc male reader this is also my first time so please forgive me if I make mistakes and I know it's not really yandere but I'll try my best)

Warning: I do not own demon slayer nor the characters there will be some suggestive stuff but nothing too sexual.

With a tall and dilf like s/o👁️👁️

Giyuu: When I say this man would be in his knees for you I'm dead ass he is a simp but since he got that emo ass expression but under all that is a desperate horny man 😩 like you could do anything and he just melts like you could be just be softly rubbing his thighs with your big and veiny hands and he's just on cloud nine and you tall AF too he's happy

Shinobu:We already know how short our butterfly queen is so imagine her with you since you tall af so of course shes going to feel small compared to you especially when you hold her like a soft plushie she just melts when you give her head pats or hug her when she needs comfort she likes that your her gentle giant and she loves when your big hands caress her hands 💕

Misturi: This precious girl she's all bubbly and talking about how tall and handsome you are she just is always energetic and just her lovely self and if she tells you about her past and you accept her that's bonus points especially if you don't mind her big appetite she loves it when you braid her hair for her she likes to feel your big hands in her hair or when pick her up she squeals in delight

Obanai:This mf is kinda a bit envious like y'all know damn well he got an attitude every second you could just be doing anything and this mf is just straight a bitch but in reality is just as much as a simp he was for misturi especially since like you tall and you got them big titties for a man them dilf titties bro he's literally on some freaky shit like you could just be chilling reading a book doing something and this mf is squeezing your man titties while you read and it's just like damn no shame

Rengoku:This ray of sunshine this man it's just 😩 why he sees you he gets all flustered because of how big and tall you are (😏👁️👁️) and let me tell you when he's training and he gets something wrong and he have to help him it's game over bro his knees is literally shaking because how attractive you are and you can cook too my god he is on cloud 9 like that smile gets wider and he's just a little ray of sunshine he's definitely a cuddle bug especially if he's had a bad day he we come lay on your leg as you rub his back it's just so cute

(This is part 1 I'll probably do a part two because I can't fit all of it in here)

[goldenhickeyss]

📢🔊🎤🎶 LOVE IS IN THE AIR... 🎙🎷🎺🎸🎹and 5 takeaways from the past months

THIS IS A LONG POST.... 

Oh my Gosh! What an afternoon of excitement!

Apparently Jimin changed for nanoseconds(?) his profile picture and posted one of JK 

Too bad the account didn't record a video..... If there is only one person as a testimonial, let me be a bit skeptical. 🤨

But who knows... maybe Jimin was playing with Jk, as this latter did on April 28th.

https://twitter.com/jkfl6wer/status/1640512226829189122?s=20

Also emerging on twitter are the constant cacophonies heard in Jimin's last vlive....LOL

https://twitter.com/jeje_machi/status/1645017065609388032?s=20

I take these things with a grain of salt, because they always happen... there’s always someone in tiktok who hear voices in Jimin's and JK's vlives 🤣 

BUT

I do think they were together the night of Like Crazy's BB100, because all the k-army accounts (I follow) perfectly hear, at the beginning of the vlive, a "go quickly" with a busanese accent. That can't be a coincidence, nor a general delulu mode! 

In any case, I'm here to celebrate Jikook's love fest of this past month.

📢🔉🔊🎤🎶🎵 LOVE IS IN THE AIR... 🎙🎷🎺🎸🎻🎹

I have to admit that there was a time when I didn't understand why the hell we didn't know anything about Jikook.😫

Those who wait are in despair. And if I'm the one who waits (while quitting smoking), it's even worse, because I'm (above all) IMPATIENT! hahaha. I missed jikook a lot and I was in a total skeptical phase.

Don't scold me, I am not insecure, I like to be objective and critical. And there were things from these months that just made me wonder if everything was okay... I'm not going to go into them, because there’s no need. But I am going to share with you some of my lessons or takeaways from these months of CHAPTER 2 and that now, with more perspective, I can share, in case it helps anyone for next months.

1. The members who interact the most are the ones who are promoting at the time. 

I don't expect to see others in official content, unless they have something to promote. I guess it's marketing strategy. Just compare how Suga has reacted to other albums on socmed, with how he has been more involved in Jimin's, because he came next. 

The only exception is Hobi who is constant. Our dear sunshine..💜

But as I could see, if we want to see the rest, it's up to them.

2. This brings me to the next point: JIKOOK has chosen to show us that they are still there as usual, but without the exposure. 

Let's cry in chorus! 😭😭❤❤

JK wanted to support Jimin and for us to see him. And he wanted it to be something special, dammit! And so it has been!

I melt with him and everything he has done so far: from saying how great the Set me free Pt2 MV was going to be, to playing the chords of Letter, and the vlive reaction to Suchita and Jimin's best moments unbothered.

Plus the next morning reacting to Jimin’s live LOL

And Jimin has always been active in JK's vlives, whenever he could, with some very memorable lines 

3. What we don't see is almost EVERYTHING. And what we can see depends on many external factors. 

Thanks to the editors we could see JK visiting Jimin. It looks like they were together for only 5 seconds, but we know that was not the case.

if they even said goodbye in two different positions LOL

On the other hand, Letter was not recorded remotely, nor did JK teach himself to play it on guitar on youtube, like he learned to make sushi on ITS. 

This would be a point for non-jikookers who believe that jikook has not seen e/o for months.... but, I write it as a reminder for everyone, but especially for ME. 

What we see in recorded content is Hybe's choice. The rest is either shown to us by them or we have to assume it by applying common sense.

On the other hand, does anyone expect jikook to plug in a vlive when they're at home together watching The Notebook for the umpteenth time? I don't... Which brings me to the next point...

4. Army is always a support to Jungkook

I really believe that when he has been feeling very bored, alone or melancholic, we have been a help to him. Maybe he needed a rest, but at some point the inactivity has taken its toll on him, given that he didn't have his precious people around him.

In particular, I am happy to see him in his new role as CK ambassador and to see him travelling and active, at least until he enters the more intense work phase of his future projects.

So when I've seen Tae at his home, or with him at concerts, far from worrying about the cults's reaction (Who cares!!), I've been glad he was getting him out of the Mikrokosmos cave, because JK is an introvert and his comfort zone isn't exactly socialising.

[How I feel about Tae and his vlives and name dropping at certain times is another matter. But I have no doubt that Tae loves him and has made it a point to take him out bowling or to concerts]

5. Perhaps most controversial, but most obvious.....JIKOOK don't officially live together and that's what we're going to see from here until they leave for military service. So it's best not to give too much thought to the issue of houses.

But there is a very big obviousness to this issue. JK lives in a house rented by Hybe, with furniture from the dorms and barely decorated (althoug full of underwear 😁), as if he can't rent a house while his mansion in Itaewoon is being built...LOL! It's a joke! (and by this I mean that perhaps he spends part of his time elsewhere 😏).

If jikook is an established couple, as many of us think, we will always have to bear in mind is that they cant fulfil everything we would see in a long-term couple, like living together in one house 24/7/365, for obvious reasons, but basically because they are hidden couple and they’re also chased (especially Jungkook, who has a lot of sasaengs behind him).

And this is basically my main takeaways.... I'm sure I have more lessons learnt.... but I don't remember them now.... or I'm tired of writing.... maybe it's the latter ;)

I purple you 💜

[taisho-era-secrets]

Bloom

**!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!**

Summary: There are somethings that can't be fixed on their own. Kyojuro knows this all too well and is determined to help you bloom again.

Pairing: Modern Kyojuro Rengoku x AFAB Reader.

CW: Fluff with smut, mild angst, massages, details of burn out/depression, nipple play, teasing at a choking kink, size kink, rough sex, this is no joke rough sex, penetration, cervix pushing mentioned, mild tummy bulge, praise kink, scratching, cream pies, light cock warming at the end kind of.

He didn’t understand it.

He wasn’t able to quite pinpoint when or why it happened, but that beloved smile of yours didn’t have the same burn it once had. It wasn’t a sickness he could cure with medicine, it was gradual and invisible to all but him. He was caught off guard when he noticed it starting, powerless and unsure of what was going on or how to stop it. Numb, your eyes looked so dull and bland compared to what he once knew. It was difficult to witness you force that certain persona out in public that would make people not worry. There were times he would catch it- a wince, a shift, a cloud would pass through your thoughts as the mask started to crack. Drowned in denial, he hoped it would heal on its own, you were strong after all. But then you must have grown tired, that must have been it. A flower can only grow so much without water, without sunlight, without nurturing.

Your wilted body on the bed was enough to fill his heart with fear; turned away from him in the dark, curled into a weak ball, it looked all too familiar to him. That sight was the final straw as he lingered in the bedroom entryway.

It made him feel sick, lips pursed and hands shaking as he bent down on one knee to meet you at your level. Silently praying, his hand reached out to you. He tried his best to read you as the tips of his fingers traced against your back and wrinkled your loose top as they went, uncertain if the lack of response was an invitation or subtle rejection. It was a risk he was willing to take.

You could hear the air escape the soft mattress as his weight was cautiously added next to you. Eyelids couldn’t even pry open, you turned your face into the pillow to hide. You didn’t have the energy, perhaps more importantly you didn’t want him to see you like this. His hands were so warm compared to you, it was soothing as his skin ran up your body and lined up with your arm. His hand wrapped around yours. Like a match desperately trying to light a used up candle…

“Will you get up for me?”

The tenderness in his voice was so clear. It was sunshine through the curtains, sweet milk to your starved heart. His forehead pressed against your shoulder, pleading to you.

“I can help you up,” he begged tenderly. “I can run a hot bath. I can make you something to eat. Please get up.”

“I can’t,” escaped your lips, voice rough from it all. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Tell me what hurts,” his breath tickled your back. “I have to fix it.”

The blind worry in his tone dug deep, guilt nipping at what was left of you. The fact that he thought he could fix it hurt even more. That familiar determination you loved wasn’t something you expected to bring you pain. Fingers melted into yours, roots entwining as he desperately tried to bring you back to life. Your throat already hurt, the bubble of oncoming tears made it worse.

“It doesn’t,” your whisper blew against the sheets. “I can’t feel anything anymore.”

You could feel his brows furrow against your shoulder as he tried to comprehend it. A problem that he couldn’t solve was unfathomable to Kyojuro, there was always a way in his eyes. You knew this was hard for him, you didn’t mean for it to be. If you could, you would disappear without a memory of you left. You wish you had never existed but… In some small way, you wanted to be missed. That thought only reinforced the rot inside you and was proof to yourself that you were a selfish creature.

“Then I have to make you feel again,” his deep voice picked up volume at his decision. “I have to. If not, I will be the one to feel for you. I can feel for both of us.”

That resolve made you stir, your eyes finally opened and turned to meet his. On cue, Kyojuro had already swung over you. His hair, like rays of sunshine, cascaded over your face as he smiled down on you. Leaning in, his soft lips embraced you with little regard of the chapped feeling of your own. He tasted nostalgic, a sweet hope that you clawed towards. You begged the voices in your head to stop saying you didn’t deserve this. For once, you wanted to step back out into the sun.

You wanted to believe him again.

His fingers brushed against your cheek before his palm cupped you. Lidded eyes encouraged you to take your time, this was about your healing. Your body dipped into his embrace, arms cradling you against the bed as he breathed into you. You listlessly glanced up as his weight shifted, his chin turned up toward the nightstand and the low rattle of the drawer hit your ears. His eyes were so bright, the knob on his neck bob as he swallowed with a new focus.

“Lay on your stomach for me,” he instructed as you heard a cap snap open.

You remember that aroma, the soft scent of rose. You had originally bought the oil when Kyojuro sprained a muscle a while back. The bottle was long forgotten in the drawer, but the memories of the playful times you spent with him in those moments wasn’t. It was almost amusing, as if this was the only way he knew how to heal you through his own experience. You gathered whatever energy you had to roll on your back in anticipation, head turned to the side on the pillow and arms folded next to your shoulders. Kyojuro’s weight straddled your thighs. A set of delicate fingers found the bare skin on your lower back and sprawled upwards, pushing fabric out of his way.

Shoulders shuddered in response to his affectionate touch, splayed fingers warmed the oil against you. Deep breath in, Kyojuro’s palms pushed upwards past your shoulder blades. Soft breath out, his fingers delve downward and rested once more on your hips.

“Do you mind if I…?”

One hand pinched at your top for permission. Nodding lethargically, you shimmied as his hands unraveled your shirt up and slipped it off over your head. You settled back into the pillow as you heard the sound of the shirt hitting the floor. He was so careful, so loving, his fingers scooped up your disheveled hair and relocated the locks out of his way. Eyes rolled back behind your lids as you felt him squeeze the back of your neck and rub downward towards your shoulder. He was almost too careful, Kyojuro was always well aware of his strength and you could feel his hesitancy in going too deep into your muscles. Even if it was simply moisturizing your skin at this point, you still savored every moment it.

A smooth tune erupted from your throat when his hands kneaded in that spot between your shoulder blades, soon accompanied with his own low moan that sparked a fire.

“Is this alright?” His voice was closer than before, leaning into the weight. “Am I being too rough?”

He barely gave you time to answer, lips caressing the side of your neck. A smile tugged at your lips when you felt his breath against your bare skin.

“Mmm, no,” you sung out. “You could be rougher if you want.”

A puff of air hit you as he chuckled out, “As you wish.”

His thumbs pressed in deeper, not as deep as he could have gone but still enough to make you melt more. He was still too careful for your liking, but that wasn’t a habit you could get him to unlearn. You could hear him leaning back again as his hands worked their way down. Chills sprinkled your skin when he hit a ticklish spot near your lower back that made you wince, not in pain but the jump still made him stop.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” His hands hovered over you.

“No, no,” you squirmed to protest the lack of touch, palms cautiously placed themselves back in response. “I promise, it feels good.”

He hummed, hands continuing at their task as he rumbled out, “I do not think I’m as naturally gifted at this as you are.”

His hands traced along your sides and settled back on your lower back, carefully working their way around the hem of your pants.

“Your tenacity is admirable. It always has been,” the words hit your heart as his fingers went just barely below the fabric. “But if you keep forcing yourself on like this… you’ll eventually end up losing yourself. We must all grant ourselves some rest.”

His palms pushed up against the top of your glutes, running back up along the middle of your spine as he continued.

“When you struggle, you aren’t doing it alone. The ones who love you also struggle from watching you. I’ve watched you push for so long now, I can’t lose you.”

His words stung, voices rang in your head again. This is a kindness you didn’t deserve, if you weren’t here he wouldn’t have to worry…

“Please…”

His voice was being drowned out, your throat hurt, your eyes hurt. You turned your face back into the pillow, muscles tensing.

“I need you to come back to me.”

His hands stopped at the sensation of a hiccup. Eyebrows raised as he heard a whimper escape from the cushion. His shoulders tightened up as he realized-

“O-oh, wait a moment! I didn’t mean to make you…”

You couldn’t stop blubbering as you shook your head into the pillow. You couldn’t respond with anything else, slightly embarrassed that this happened in the middle of such an intimate moment. His words were nothing but good intentions, words you needed to hear, but something so obvious was so painful all the same.

“Look at me,” his voice was stern, weight lifting off of your thighs as he cupped your shoulder.

You must have looked like a mess to him, you sure felt like it as you peeked around at him reluctantly. And yet, despite your red eyes and sulking face, he still kept that kind smile.

“Flip over for me,” Kyojuro beckoned. “I need to see your face.”

His hands coaxed you to turn despite your withdrawal, he wasn’t willing to let you slip away again. You would have covered your face if he hadn’t kept your arms from doing so, pushing them against the pillow above you as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours before planting a kiss on the space between your eyes. Without words, his eyes solidified his stance before, silently repeating what you needed to hear even as you looked through to them with blurred vision. Allowing your freedom once more, he released your hands and pulled his shirt over his head. It wasn’t ideal, but the innocent act of him wiping your tears away with his own shirt was comforting.

Kyojuro leaned back and retrieved the bottle of oil again, warming the pool in his palm before it dripped down on your abdomen. You kept your arms up above your head as you watched him, intense eyes darted along your body. Lost in thought, his smile faded, mouth parted, his hands traced along your waist and up to your ribs.

That serene wave flowed over you once again as his fingers massaged up around your bust, thumbs teasing your perked nipples as a shiver ran over you. Eyes drifted shut once more as he kneaded your shoulders and neck. From here, the soft scent of the oil hit your nose much stronger, his caress wrapped around the dip of your ear and back around your jaw. Your head tilted back as his hands gripped around your neck- an erotic thought lingered in the back of your mind as he worked. You inhaled as his hands waved around your breasts again, arching up into his touch before he brushed against the softness of your stomach.

“Are you feeling better now?”

The low tone of his voice brought you out of your trance just enough for you to coax open your eyes to meet his. The light though a crack in the curtains illuminated his face just right, the inferno in his pupils made your heart skip. So handsome, before drifting back into that sensation you almost missed the faint rosiness that started on his cheeks. You didn’t bother with an answer other than a gentle smile, your face nuzzled into a hand that he offered against your cheek. A sweetness bubbled over in your stomach as you heard him hum in approval. Tender hands worked their way back up to your chest in a way that was starting to feel less like a massage… especially when you heard him shift, soft locks of hair cascading down your shoulder bones…

A sharp pinch on your nipple sent a jolt up your body, eyes shot open to see his mouth encasing your breast. His nose scrunched as he pulled off, a string of saliva trailing behind. The sour expression on his face practically spoke for itself.

“Ah, the oil… does not taste good,” Kyojuro forced a smile past the contorted expression.

A giddy feeling bubbled over in your chest as you blurted out in laughter- You couldn’t helpit, it really took you out of the moment but he was just too cute. Apologies stumbled out through your hands as you tried to stop yourself from laughing, but his own laughter soon overwhelmed your own. The joined sounds of you both in a fit was healing all on its own. Oiled hands grabbed your wrists and nudged them away, a playful kiss muffling your amusement- oh…

“See?” He laughed even harder as he watched you suffer alongside him. “It’s just awful!”

His laughter beamed just as bright as he sat back on his ankles, hands tickled as they wrapped around your hips. The disapproving face you gave as you tried to spit out the bitter taste was lost, his eyes shut from the delight of his own mischief. You had half a mind to pinch his nose as punishment but… as you sat up on your elbows, you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to admire his physique. His chest rippled, the muscles in his abdomen became more defined through his warm laughter, your gaze wandered to a tent in his sweatpants- a clear consequence of the twisted turn he took during your massage.

The laughter came to a halt as he felt a firm grip. An eye for an eye, his breath caught in his throat as you dared to clutch his erection through the loose pants. Now, as the tables turned in your favor, the chuckles that came from him were slightly flustered.

A hand came up and kneaded at your wrist as he murmured out, “I guess you really are feeling better, hmm?”

The devious glint in your eyes faded into a faux innocence, even through the sweatpants you knew just where his weak spots were. With lidded eyes and a defeated smile, he watched the expression on your face evolve as your hand explored, a hiss of air sucked through his nose as you squeezed ever so softly on his head. In an attempt to win back the power, his hand reached up, cradling the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Much to your relief, the bitter taste of the oil was no longer there, just the familiar taste of him comforted you as his lips enfolded against your own. His nose pressed against your cheek, the moans that escaped him as you continued to toy with him made your heart race and your core throb. That aching need only grew as his free hand pawed at your ass. Right when it intensified, you pulled back.

“Kyojuro, I am feeling better,” you murmured out against him, struggling to break free from his affections. “But… would it be okay if we felt better together?”

Your forwardness took him aback, usually he was the one that initiated sex. But the astonishment on his face didn’t last long, the gleam in your eyes made him melt. That recognizable gleam that he thought he lost…

“If that’s what you wish, I am happy to give you that.”

Kyojuro’s delight lingered as he pecked your lips once, twice, then full on showered you with kisses. His fingers wrapped around the hem of your pants and slid them off as you leaned back into the bed. You weren’t in a hurry, but that need to feel him overflowed your libido as you laid back on to the sheets to watch him tease more. He kept full eye contact as he inched his pants down, a playful smirk painting his face as he watched your hungry expression intensify as his cock sprung up from its confines.

Sheets pooled against your skin as he pulled you down by the hips, lining you up snuggly against the dip of his body. His heat lay right up against your own, shaft twitched against your slit, hunger mirrored in his eyes when you caught his gaze.

“Are you sure this is alright?” His deep voice wavered, waiting for permission. Even like this, he was still so handsome; Brows crinkled up, eyes softly pleading, silky strands of hair overflowing on his bare shoulders like lava. You couldn’t help but smile, the shift in emotion widened his eyes in pleasant surprise before melting again, becoming glowing crescents as he beamed back at you.

“Kyojuro, please,” you flexed your hip against his hold. “I need this.”

A wisp of air escaped his grin, whispering his appreciation as he leaned back and maneuvered himself with one hand. You felt him nudge at your wet entrance, parting through your eager lips as he gently pushed in. Legs spread further, welcoming him in, that thick tip coaxing its way through your band of skin. It was tight,­ the stretch threatened pain. A gasp warned Kyojuro to stop, his eyes fluttering as he forced himself still, mouth hanging open.

“Is it too much?” he swallowed harshly, his breathing more like distant groans. It was obvious he was already falling apart and struggling against his urgency.

“S-slower, please,” you could barely get out.

Kyojuro nodded, “Of course, forgive me.”

A little more, the flesh pushing into you was sweet yet challenging. Each time you squeezed your thighs up faintly, he would still and wait for you to settle into him once more before returning to his task. Always considerate, always patient, always willing to do anything to watch you bloom. He pushed into you until he pressed against your cervix, not quite bottoming out just yet. The sensation of you pressing against his tip and walls fluttering around him made him bite his lower lip, head fell back and thighs twitched beneath you as he tried to keep himself under control.

Each tremble he gave could be felt throughout the bed like an earthquake as he waited for you to adapt. He was a patient man, but it was always a challenge when he finally felt you around him like this- so hot and so wet. The tips of his fingers tapped unconsciously against your hot skin as he shook, one jittery hand releasing to wipe the oil off against the sheets below before brushing up against your parted folds. His head rolled back up to watch himself, thumb pressing against the joined skin to ease the stretch. You almost got time to relax against his pressure, but that eagerness was starting to take control of him. Your hands shot up to cover your mouth as his thumb rubbed gentle circles around your clit-

“Does this help?” His innocent question hinted his haste.

You guess it helped- you were more focused on his touch now rather than the stretch- but now you were becoming more bold despite the ache, that need for more had you blindly reaching. Kyojuro did not expect for you to grind up against his fingers so soon, one eye pinched shut in a knee-jerk reaction as he felt your textured walls move against his shaft. He choked out- it was impossible to resist-

The sudden feeling of emptiness puzzled you, but wasn’t for long. He tried to control himself, he really did, but he couldn’t help but crash back into you. Your hands threw back behind you in shock, a gasp and a cry escaped you. This wasn’t something that usually happened, Kyojuro was usually much more patient, but there was something about this moment that made him let go. You were his, you were back, and he needed to show you that he was not going to lose you again without a fight. He wasn’t afraid of most things, but the thought of losing you was overwhelming. You struggled to recoup, but the feeling of him delving deep into you was quickly becoming intoxicating. Like waves of affection washing over you with each thrust, you focused as best as you could to reciprocate quickly, hips bucking back into him as he drove into you.

Through watered eyes you could see his toned muscles tensing with each push, sending a ripple in your lower stomach each time. He was nearly too big, too much, his grip on your hip got tighter as he tried over and over again to bottom out. The sweetness outweighed any discomfort, the encouragement from your legs wrapping around him drove him on.

Past the unforgiving motions you could definitely hear something creak- it was easy to dismiss, especially past the scraping sounds and the bumping of the headboard against the wall until-

There was a splitting resonance that grabbed both of your attention. Before you could even think about sitting up, your view suddenly tilted back. Kyojuro’s arms scrambled behind your shoulder to keep him propped up, his cock still unconsciously driving deep in you despite the catastrophe.

“Kyojuro, the bed-!”

“Damn the bed!”

Your back pressed roughly into the mattress as he continued without care, the world could explode around him and he still would not stop. It was easy to get lost in this moment; drops of sweat hit the sheets around your head, each exhale he gave was nothing more than raspy moans, that desire was now a need. Arms wrapped around his back as you watched him let go. His teeth bared, pupils dilated, fixated on the way your glistening body bounced in time to his movements- a feral dog that wouldn’t let up. That carnal look on his face- it sparked the fire in you even more, especially when that hand returned to desperately stroke against your clit. He was hitting both of your sweet spots without mercy, an excitement buzzed in your stomach when you finally felt his tufts of hair press up against you.

Your abdomen clenched, a gasp burned your throat- you heard and felt him groan harshly as your nails dug and tore into his back. Everything was chaotic, instinctual, therapeutic in its own way as you felt yourself succumb to your orgasm. Your toes curled, forehead pressed into the muscle of his shoulder as you cried out, his fingers still rubbing against you as he guided you through your tingling high.

“That’s it, fantastic,” his gasps hit your ear as you swallowed around him. “You’re doing so good- So good for me-”

A stifled groan was the only warning you had before his body grounded hard into you with one final thrust, surrounding you like a shell as you felt his muscles spasm. His fingers finally slowed as you felt his cock twitch and release inside of you, breath finally returning to both of you as your bodies slowly diffused.

A haze filled your mind, almost dizzy from both your release and the intense exertion. In the back of your mind you tallied up all of the things you broke- the bed, his skin, probably your back- you didn’t have time to lament, not when he sighed so deeply against you. His body was like a weighted blanket as he sunk on top of you.

“Let’s stay like this…” he muttered into your ear. “Just for a moment.”

You didn’t argue, his weight and warmth was comforting.

“…Kyojuro?” You heard him grunt in response as your fingers ran circles along his back. “I might not be completely better just yet. I might still take a while to get back to how I used to be.”

There was a rustle against the sheets as his face turned toward you, still nestled into your shoulder. His attention was completely focused on you as you thoughtfully stared into space.

“But I’ll be okay,” you poured all of your confidence into that one final proclamation. Kyojuro’s lips curled against your shoulder, a huff of relief hitting your skin.

“I know.”

[novelbear]

Hi hi ! May I please request prompts for a "Literal ray of sunshine" x "Is cold/haughty to everyone except the sunshine" relationship ? Thank you ! :)

sunshine x grump otp prompts

written

B tries to hold up to their reputation as much as possible, but when A is around, it's like their heart melts. They try to keep it together when they decide to hang out with friends, but they bump into A while grabbing something to eat. They don't have the heart to push A away or be mean towards them, and their friends tease them as much as possible.

A is often talked about because of their lack of fear towards B and they even recognize how different they're treated compared to others. They decide to take this to their advantage, dragging B out to go shopping and trying out other fun things all day. A finds their heart swelling when B doesn't object to anything, but it's even more exciting when B tells them how nice of a time they had.

B finds their normally chirpy A crying their heart out and panics, not knowing what to do but also wanting to make their beloved sunshine feel better as quickly as they could.

It's A's birthday and B wants to express their gratitude and adoration as much as they can. The only problem is: they have absolutely no idea how as they've never done anything like this for anyone before...A can only laugh in adoration as they come home to a small birthday party with a messily iced cake.

dialogue

"are you always this happy?" "you know the answer to that.."

"god, what are you doing to me.."

"come on, B, live a little!"

"you always look so down, so i brought your favorite snack to cheer you up!

"i don't understand...how do you manage to smile even when things are like this?" "because i remember i have you...and suddenly it's not that bad."

"who did this to you?" "please don't hurt anyone!!"

"wait, stop, please don't cry! you don't cry! what am i supposed to do?"

"where's that smile...there it is!"

"just...come here."