#incredibly flawed baby and I’m proud.]

[godblooded]

before this turns into a wicked fanblog basically i’m reminding everyone i’m a glinda apologist down to my fucking core.

[littlexdeaths]

scotty doesn’t know - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: no use of y/n, cheating, protected piv sex, light degradation kink, spanking, phone sex kinda?, shitty boyfriend behavior, mentions of alcohol/partying, some angst, all characters are 18+!

series masterlist

based on scotty doesn’t know by lustra

a/n: i’ve worked so hard to spruce up this series and i’m so excited to be reposting it for you all. be on the lookout for the next two parts. this fic is my actual baby, and it means so much to me. i hope you all enjoy xx.

word count: 4.3k

It had started out as mostly a joke, a proposition that he never imagined you’d actually take him up on.

You always thought Eddie Munson, the town ‘freak’ was incredibly attractive, not that you’d ever voice that opinion to anyone. Mostly due to the fact that you had a boyfriend, who in the eyes of everyone in Hawkins— was the definition of perfect.

Scott McGuire was a great boyfriend… on the surface.

He was a star basketball player, friends with the most popular people in school. His family was loaded, despite being from a small town like Hawkins. He drove a Mercedes, and made you feel so special. When he had asked you out halfway through your junior year, you were over the moon.

And in the beginning of your relationship, you were beyond smitten with him. But after a year of dating him, you’d come to realize he was nothing you had wanted.

Scott was arrogant, vain and downright cruel. His biggest flaw being that he took absolute pleasure in causing pain to others. The main target of his rage was Eddie and his band of ‘freaks’. His best friend Jason was right by his side, constantly tormenting the group. But always Eddie more so than anyone else. You never enjoyed it, always finding a way to escape the moment an insult (or a punch) was thrown his way.

Despite all of this, you felt pressured to stay with him.

Your parents absolutely adored him and so did your friends. Most of which were the girlfriends of his friends. Your lives had become so interwoven you felt trapped. So to appease everyone else in your life, you continued the relationship. Even though you knew you didn’t love him.

In your eyes he was, all around, the worst boyfriend you could have landed… especially when it came to sex.

Scott was terrible in bed.

He only wanted you on his terms, only caring about his wants and needs. And in the year you’d been with him, he’d never made you come. Not once. At first you thought something was wrong with you, that you were broken.

But the more you talked with your friends on the cheer squad, the quicker you began to realize it was a Scott problem. Not a you problem. So you started faking it, your little act becoming so good that you even deluded yourself into believing it sometimes.

But that was how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place.

You were at a party at Chrissy’s, a celebration for the basketball team making it to the state championship. Initially you wanted to stay home, as parties were never something you enjoyed. But you knew how bad it would look if you didn’t show. So you went, swallowing your pride with a fake smile plastered across your face.

You let yourself fall into the role of the proud, doting girlfriend. You knew how to play it well, as it was second nature to you at this point.

At some point during the night Scott had pulled you into a random bedroom, with the promises of rocking your world. Those promises fell short, as they always did. Scott had you propped up on the unmade bed, gripping your hips as he pounded sloppily into you. The fake moans that left your lips somehow had convinced you both that you were enjoying yourself.

That is until the door swung open and a semi-tipsy Eddie Munson stumbled upon the scene. He was originally looking for the bathroom, much to the embarrassment of you both. You couldn’t hide the shame that flitted across your features, or stop your moans from faltering slightly.

Scott miraculously didn’t notice the intrusion as he continued to thrust into you, your fake moans continuing to fill the small bedroom. Your eyes were locked with Eddie’s as he stood frozen in the doorway. The two of you just stared at each other for a few moments, before he snapped out of whatever stupor he was in and quickly left the room.

You figured nothing would come from it, except for a new found embarrassment every time you saw him in class. But what you didn’t expect was for him to seek you out in study hall that following Monday.

You were in the library, searching for a new book to read when he cornered you. His curls were wild, that faded Hellfire shirt hugged his broad shoulders nicely. A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you tried not to stare. But those brown eyes seemed to look right through you.

“You know, I’ve seen better acting in pornos.” He spoke softly, as not to embarrass either of you.

Or to alert Ms. Hall, the school librarian.

She was such a hard ass, especially when it came to talking in the library. You had hoped that maybe Eddie would’ve been too drunk to remember what happened at the party. Or both of you would ignore the situation.

But that clearly wasn’t the case. You can feel the embarrassment coursing through you as you actively avoided his curious gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson,” you sneer before turning on your heel, grabbing a random book off the shelf in the process.

You clutch the paperback closer to your chest as you quickly try to escape the conversation.

He doesn’t let you get very far though, trailing behind you before taking a seat next to you at one of the study tables.

“I mean it must be frustrating, faking it all the time,” he continues nonchalantly, resting a ringed hand next to yours on the table.

His fingertips drum against the faux wood, as you struggle to think of a reply. But your continued silence and flustered appearance spoke volumes as you began to fiddle with the frayed hem of your dress.

Eddie leans in closer, letting his breath fan across your face. The smell of his spicy cologne and a hint of smoke engulfs your senses, making your head spin.

He hums softly, keeping his voice low, “Just doesn’t seem fair. Any decent guy would make sure you were being treated well.”

You could feel his body heat due to the close proximity, biting your lip as you stopped yourself from leaning against him.

“He does treat me well,” you whisper back, glancing down at the book as you begin flipping through the pages.

Eddie scoffs at the notion as his hand reaches out to close the cover again. His fingertips brush against yours in the process, the small touch sending tingles down your spine.

The male glances around the mostly empty library before he leans in closer. His lips nearly graze the shell of your ear as you hold your breath in anticipation. Eddie chuckles deeply, enjoying just how flustered he’s made you.

“Well, if you want to know what it’s like to be properly taken care of…” he trails off, as you let out a shaky breath. “You know where to find me, sweetheart.”

The promise behind his words instantly makes your thighs clench together. Watching in stunned silence as he quickly gets up and strolls out of the library.

Those words sat with you for days, taunting you.

Finding yourself utterly frustrated, in more ways than one. You just couldn’t shake how badly you wanted to take him up on that offer. Morally, you knew it was wrong— you had a boyfriend.

But there was something that felt so right about it.

Despite your initial reservations, you very quickly found yourself in the back of Eddie’s van. Your legs were flung over his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his curls as his tongue had you seeing stars. It became blatantly obvious from your first time together that there was no way this could be a one time thing.

So you compromised, agreeing to meet up once a week. But only on Sundays, when you could give Scott the excuse of going to church with your parents. Ironically your family was not the church going type, but your boyfriend never questioned it.

However the longer you snuck around with Eddie, the more insatiable you became. Until it was almost a daily occurrence that you were under him, begging him to show you everything you were missing out on. It had surprised the both of you, but Eddie was more than happy to oblige.

But the constant sneaking around meant you couldn’t exclusively fuck in the back of his van anymore. Causing the both of you to become more creative in the process.

More than once you’d pull him under the bleachers in the gym once basketball practice ended. His ringed fingers tangled in your hair as you dropped to your knees. Or he’d bend you over the table in the drama room after a Hellfire campaign, dice and crushed cans of Mountain Dew falling off the table with each thrust of his hips.

But it still wasn’t enough, which led you to take more drastic measures.

You were on all fours, fingers clutching your floral bed sheets as Eddie pounded into you from behind.

Your parents were gone for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Which left you with the house all to yourself, something that didn’t happen often. So this was an opportunity you didn’t want to pass up. Dialing his number before you even got out of bed that morning.

Regardless of his not so stellar reputation, it didn’t seem to sway a lot of women in Hawkins. And despite what Scott might have told you, Eddie has had plenty of sexual partners before. As many jumped at the chance to see if the rumors about the local freak were true. Which only seemed to fuel more rumors about the metalhead.

But out of everyone he had ever slept with— you were by far the neediest of them all.

Eddie couldn’t deny that he loved it. Knowing he was the only one who could turn you into a crying, blubbering mess. Not even seemingly perfect Scotty McGuire could make you feel this way. He would pay to see the look on his face if he could see just how wrecked you were.

Tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as you begged the town freak to fuck you harder.

“Look at you, such a needy little slut,” he chuckles, condensation lacing his tone. “Couldn’t even wait a whole day for my cock, huh?”

Eddie was by far the biggest guy you’ve ever had, and he certainly knew how to use it. His cock reached places inside you that you didn’t know existed until now. So it was no surprise that you didn’t want to wait another day to see him again.

But deep down you knew that wasn’t the only reason you had called him over. However, you weren’t entirely ready to have that conversation with yourself yet.

“I… shit,” you mewl, finding yourself at a loss for words as he increased his pace.

Pathetic whines spill past your lips with each thrust of his hips, your walls gripping him tightly. Pleasure coursed through you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. A mixture of your arousal and his spit was smeared across your thighs. A reminder of where he’d been slotted between them earlier.

“Aww, come on, sweetheart,” he teases, nipping at your ear as he slows to a more gradual pace. “Be a good girl and tell me who’s making you feel so good.”

The orgasm that had been building in your abdomen suddenly fizzles out as he stills his hips at your deepest point. You nearly cry out in defeat as he lands a harsh slap on your ass.

You knew the rules by now, he needed to hear you.

“Y-You… fuck you are, Eddie.” He hummed in response, guiding your hips forward.

“That’a girl.”

The drag of his cock has you whining, the sound quickly being drowned out by the phone on your bedside table. You fully intended to ignore the shrill ringing as you began grinding your ass back against him. But he grips your hips to stop any further movement.

“Answer it.”

Your eyes widen as you glance over your shoulder at him, bewilderment crossing your features. There’s a smirk playing on his lips as he lands another slap on your ass, “That wasn’t a suggestion, sweetheart.”

You quickly fumble for the phone, not wanting this to end so soon. You’d come to realize just how much Eddie enjoyed teasing you the more you slept together. But you’d had enough teasing for one day.

So you place the receiver against your ear, trying to calm your erratic breathing, “H-Hello?”

You mentally curse yourself for the way your voice shakes, feeling your stomach drop at the voice on the other end of the line.

“You alright, babe? You sound winded,” you can hear the slightest bit of suggestiveness in his tone, having to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

This was something you’d come to expect from Scott, the male always finding a way to bring sex into every conversation. Despite knowing he was actually spot on this time, only it wasn’t your fingers that were buried inside you.

But what you didn’t anticipate was for Eddie to start thrusting back into you at a leisurely pace. You bite down onto your lower lip for a moment before you laugh, the sound not at all genuine. But Scott couldn’t tell the difference, he never paid enough attention.

“I’m great, Scott.” Your breath hitches in your throat as Eddie’s lips graze over your shoulder, “J-Just in the middle of a… workout.”

You hear Eddie laugh softly behind you, the male on the other end blissfully unaware of the kind of workout you were currently engaged in. Despite your initial reservations about answering the phone, you couldn’t deny the rush it gave you. Almost wanting to be caught like this.

“You still swinging by the party tonight?” Scott asks, as you continue to pulse around Eddie’s thick shaft.

His thrusts deepen, slipping a hand between your thighs to rub your sensitive clit. Your thoughts are completely jumbled as you try to stay engaged with the conversation. But it’s proving to be difficult.

“P-Party?” You breathe out, gripping the receiver tighter in your palm.

You can hear your boyfriend’s annoyed sigh, knowing he was rolling his eyes as your own rolled into the back of your head. Eddie grunts softly in your other ear as he rams into your sweet spot. It took every bit of your remaining self restraint to not moan directly into the phone.

“It’s Tommy’s birthday. I told you about it last week,” he huffs, clearly no longer amused.

You vaguely recall the conversation, but lately you’d found yourself tuning him out more and more. Having much more important things to occupy your attention.

“Right! No, I remember now.” Your words come out whinier than you intended, but Scott doesn’t seem to notice.

You were getting close, and Eddie knew it too.

“So? Are you coming?”

Eddie stifles another laugh at the unintended joke.

He quickly wraps his ringed fingers around the base of your throat and lifts you, so your back is now flush against his sweaty chest. The new angle allows him to slip even deeper inside, causing a gasp to escape you. You quickly disguise it as a cough, before answering your boyfriend.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Listen, I-I gotta go. See you tonight.”

You hang up the phone before he even has a chance to respond. The loud moan that was trapped in your throat is finally set free, earning a groan from the male behind you.

Eddie’s disheveled curls began tickling your face as he leaned toward your ear again, “Bet he didn’t suspect a damn thing, huh?”

You can hear the smugness in his tone, whimpering as he puts more pressure on your clit.

“Cause he can’t make you feel the way I do. Can he, sweetheart?” You frantically nod your head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder.

You know you can’t hold out for much longer, and judging by the way his cock twitches inside you— Eddie won’t either.

His lips attach themselves to the curve of your neck, sucking harshly as you tremble in his arms.

“Ed… f-fuck I’m gonna—” you are unable to finish your thought as that familiar wave of euphoria crashes over you.

He nearly growls as you cry out his name again and again, the sound being his undoing. He spills into the condom with a grunt of your name, his chest heaving as he buries himself at your deepest point. The sounds of his erratic breathing mixes with yours, filling the now quiet space of your bedroom. Feeling utterly weak in the best way possible.

And if his arms weren’t securely wrapped around your waist, you would’ve collapsed face first into the mattress.

You stay entangled like that for a few moments while you both come down from your highs. Enjoying the way his lips press against the curve of your shoulder.

Eddie’s actions are gentle now, carefully guiding your hips up to slip out of you. He coaxes you to lay on your back, a lazy smile playing on your lips as you gazed up at him. As amazing as the sex was, what came after was just as enjoyable.

Emotionally, your boyfriend was always unavailable.

Especially after a round in the sheets, he was particularly cold. In the year you’d been together Scott had never once held you or comforted you. It always left you with an overwhelming sense of shame— of feeling used.

So naturally you had expected the same kind of treatment from Eddie, as you had never experienced aftercare before. After that first time together you had begun to put your clothes back on, attempting to leave right away.

But he stopped you with a soft, “Don’t go.”

It didn’t take much convincing as you laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. He kept you tucked in his embrace for hours, fingertips dancing along your hip. From that moment on it was the same treatment. His affection only increased the more you fooled around.

Your eyes follow him as he rises from the bed to toss the condom in your trash bin. Giving Eddie the opportunity to finally take a look around your room.

You suddenly felt nervous as he made his way over to your record collection, flicking through the vinyls with the utmost care. While your popularity status had recently changed due to dating Scott, you always felt out of place amongst them. You could never be your full authentic self, in fear of rejection from your peers.

Eddie seemed to find a record that he liked, sliding it out of its sleeve and placing it on the turntable. It is quiet for a moment, the crackle of the record is almost comforting. Soon the beginning notes of the Labyrinth soundtrack fill that silence. You instantly feel shy, not expecting him to choose that album in particular.

Your boyfriend had teased you relentlessly for your love of David Bowie, always complaining about how weird he was. It made you feel ashamed to talk about any of your interests, most of which you’d hidden away in fear of being mocked.

But with that small act Eddie had proved, once again, that he was superior to Scott in every way imaginable.

He begins to hum along to the opening track, grabbing his boxers from the pile of your discarded clothes on the floor. Sliding the checkered material back over his legs, the fabric hanging low on his hips. You bite your lip as your eyes drift over his pale skin, zeroing in on the patch of hair that descended into his waistband.

“Keep giving me those eyes and we’re gonna have a problem, princess.” He teases, his smirk widening as he catches you ogling him.

You feel your body flush as he shoots you a playful wink before slipping into your adjoined bathroom. You hear the tap turn on, the rush of water mingling with the sultry baritone of Bowie’s vocals. You allow your body to relax against the mattress, a sense of calm washing over you.

Eddie wasn’t gone for long, emerging from the bathroom with a glass of water and a damp washcloth. He sets the glass on your nightstand, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. The male carefully parts your legs, pressing a kiss to your knee as he cleans up the mess of salvia and slick that has dried onto your thighs.

You let your eyes linger on his face, watching him in complete admiration. His cheeks are tinged pink, no doubt from the weight of your gaze. He’s also not used to being regarded with such gentleness.

Eddie sheepishly avoids your eyes as he stands, tossing the used cloth into your hamper. You scoot into a sitting position to take a few sips of water from the glass. Blatantly checking him out as he bends over to grab another piece of clothing from your carpeted floor.

“Arms up,” he instructs, allowing him to pull your oversized shirt over your head.

He quickly joins you again, causing a small giggle to escape you as he squeezes himself onto your twin sized mattress. The male grins, allowing you to drape your body over his. You tangle your limbs together, instinctively resting your head on his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the steady beat of his heart in your ear. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head.

In moments like this, it was easy for you to pretend that Eddie Munson was all yours.

There were no worries about being caught, or what anyone in this god forsaken town had to say about it. But the more time you spent with him, the more you began to realize that you wanted him all to yourself.

You knew it was incredibly selfish, he didn’t deserve to be someone’s secret side piece. So you kept these newly emerging feelings to yourself.

“You feeling okay?” His voice cuts through your thoughts, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “I wasn’t too rough or anything, was I?”

Eddie’s tone was vastly different from how he’d spoken to you earlier, and yet it only made your adoration for him grow. Knowing he truly cared about your feelings, it wasn’t just a courtesy.

His hand gently caresses your sore ass, his fingertips continuing to ghost over the curve of your spine. The tenderness of his actions made you shiver as you nuzzled your face back into his chest.

“It was perfect.” You hum, voice echoing your contentment, “You were perfect.”

Gentle, rough or anything in between— you’d be grateful as long as it was with him.

You were sure he could feel the warmth that had begun to seep into your cheeks at your admission. Reaching out his hand to delicately grasp your chin, tilting your head up to meet his curious gaze.

But it wasn’t just curiosity that shone through his eyes.

There was something else. Something deeper simmering beneath the surface of his irises.

This was uncharted territory for you, as no one, not even your boyfriend had regarded you in such a way before. But that single look alone made your heart flutter rapidly against your ribs.

You both begin to lean in without realizing, lips brushing together as you cradle his jaw. This was something completely new for both of you. While you’d kissed plenty of times, it never happened after the sex ended.

This was quickly becoming a dangerous game, one neither of you had any intention of losing.

And as hard as you tried to avoid your feelings, you knew you were starting to fall for him. Which was the most dangerous game of them all.

Your lips continued to move against each other for what felt like forever, only breaking apart to catch your breath every so often. Kissing Eddie was just as addicting as every other part of him, and you never wanted it to end.

So you stayed like that for hours, stealing kisses in between gentle words. He told you about his home life with Wayne, how he’d listened and memorized every single chord of Master of Puppets until he got it right. Little things that made you understand exactly who Eddie Munson really was.

But time seemed to pass by in an instant, the evening sky bathing the walls of your room in a golden hue. A signal that it was time for him to leave.

You felt a tug on your heartstrings as you watched him slide open your bedroom window, desperately wishing the circumstances were different.

“Wait!” you call as he was already halfway through the window, flashing you a grin as you bounded over to him.

You press a searing kiss to his mouth as he cups your cheek, neither of you quite willing to be the first to pull away.

“I gotta go,” he tries to mask the disappointment in his tone, pressing one last kiss to your lips before slipping out of your window completely.

You watch as the male clumsily jumps down from the second story, his wallet chain jingling upon impact. Eddie takes a moment to steady himself before he turns back to glance up at you. Giving you a little bow before he’s off, cutting through your neighbors yard to get back to his van.

You can hear the blaring guitar of Quiet Riot as he starts up the engine, the rumble echoing in your ears as he takes off down the empty street.

Taking a little piece of your heart with him.

— next chapter.

tagging some peeps who seemed interested 💕

@xxbimbobunnyxx @vamp-bunny @munsonhoneybaby @mugloversonly @lokis-army-77

and a special shoutout to my bby @undead-supernova for always being my lil cheerleader ily 🫶🏻

[therealslimshakespeare]

I just wanted to say that I know you’re really proud of Maureen and Ida’s characters because they’re challenging and multi faceted (and in maureen’s case quite controversial) but I just wanted to say that I don’t think that Lu being so sweet and wholesome is the only reason why so many readers have taken a liking to her. I’m sure Lu has flaws as well, even if they’re not as plentiful and complex as Maureen’s, and while I’m sure a lot of readers appreciate your other OCs because of the exploration of those flaws, I think there are a lot of reasons to appreciate Lu as well. The biggest one would definitely be that she’s the only main ish character in this universe who is… not white. And that’s the case for a lot of Masters of the Air fics, a lot of the OCs are white. And while that absolutely makes sense given the time period and such, it’s really special for BIPOC viewers of the show to be able to read fics with BIPOC characters. Like that’s huge. Even in the show, the representation was limited, I definitely feel like the promo suggested that the Tuskegee airmen would be featured more then they were. So it’s really nice to be able to have some representation in a fic. And there are a lot of other aspects of her character arc and storyline that are so incredibly relatable in a lot of ways. I just don’t want you to feel like she’s one dimensional compared to the other girls, I think you’ve created a very beautifully rounded character in Lu and I love reading about her. I obviously can’t speak for your other readers who seem to adore her as much as I do but I just don’t want you to feel that the only reason people like her is because she’s less problematic than Maureen and therefore “easier” to like. Anyways. This is just a love letter to her character and your writing.

Babe, babe I can’t tell you how affirming and sweet this was. Oh my gosh, thank you and im really humbled my baby Lu means so much to you and others. And all you’re points are so good.

I think there’s a shift in media over the years where “good character development” requires someone to be awful first, and in the age of the beloved Anti Hero, the good ones are looked down on at times as simply being less. Less interesting, less at steak, less smart, less conflicted, etc.

It takes such strength the be gentle and kind, it takes an incredible amount of willpower to remain gentle and kind after going through hardship. And that is always worthy of a good story. Thank you for the loving reminder. 😘

[officialfoxsquadron]

AO3 Wrapped: Writer's Edition

tagged by @wlwanakin THANK YOU <3

Words written this year: not home stories fic is hitting 10k, of home stories probably another 10-15k if not more (yikes!). unpublished a crazy amount

Works written this year: i had a pretty productive year this year! banged out a ton of home stories, plus three one shots i quite like

Work Most Proud of: look, i'm always proud of home stories, that is my baby my special snowflake etc. but i'm really quite proud of this rough magic / i here abjure. it was a good challenge to get into that headspace with luke and i got some really nice feedback on it!

Work with Most Hits: home stories babyyyy with a hot 536

Fav title: ugh titling works is the worst. i do still like home stories because it really just cuts to the heart of what that fic is about (nostalgia and storytelling). this rough magic / i here abjure is also a good title because i stole it from mr. willy shakes. thanks buddy!

Pairing You Wrote the Most For: luke/lottie *sigh*

What Work was the Quickest To Write: rising, falling was finished in a sunday afternoon. it wrote super quickly and then the editing process was just as quick. this is really atypical for me, it typically takes me 1-2 months to finish a chapter or one shot.

What Work Took You Longest To Write: seeing as home stories is still unfinished, probably that one? shiny happy people also sat in my drafts for a while before being finished

How Many WIPS do you have for next year: well, at least two. obviously home stories will continue as planned (chapter coming maybe this week but don't hold me to that) and i'm also planning a one shot about owen, luke and biggs exploring the relationship between violence and love :)

Longest Work of the Year: home stories coming in at a hot and sexxxy 47k *cries*

Shortest Work of the Year: rising, falling at 972! brevity being the soul of wit is not my strongest suit

Fav character to Write: look. you may think it's luke and you may also think it's lottie but it's PAZIMA. every time i get to write her i am filled with the purest joy. she is deeply flawed and she knows it. she's a diamond who's been hardened by the world around her for years and years. she's also the funniest fucking character and some of my most outrageous lines i give to her. her habit of looking her friends straight in the eyes while giving them eviscerating insults is so charming 2 me

Which work of yours have you re-read the most: home stories mostly for continuity reasons (i probably should get a beta reader at some point) but this rough magic for when i need a reminder that i can actually write

Total Kudos this Year: 72

Total Hits This Year: 1,209

Total Bookmarks This Year: 19

Total Subscriptions This Year: 9

What Do You Listen To While Writing: so i can pretty much listen to anything while writing, i write while my partner's watching basketball or youtube or really anything. to get into the zone i typically listen to music beforehand or interrupt writing to listen to music. my taste in music is pretty much all 60s-80s stuff. i have a luke playlist AND a lottie playlist AND a ship pairing playlist

Fav line or passage: you know what i'm picking one from each fic to gas myself up!

home stories (too big to pick a favorite, and i've posted this before, but it really just sums up luke/lottie)

“Oh, Luke,” she said softly, abandoning her mischievous tone and pressing one of her cool hands to his cheek. “For a killer, you can be so incredibly naive.”

shiny happy people

A small crack formed in Pazima’s heart. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, she wanted to say. I hope I gave you enough time to be young.

this rough magic / i here abjure

Luke followed his father’s eyes. The suns had finished their journey below the horizon, and Ahch-To’s waters had turned black and blue. How easy would it be, to slip into the blackness, dash his head against the rocks, let his mighty Skywalker blood mingle with the water, return to the primordial place where his father was conceived. Perhaps he could be young again, like his father. Perhaps he could see his wife again. Perhaps he could meet his mother.

rising, falling

When Luke’s toys came crashing around him, she cursed him again. Not her nephew-no, never him. She cursed his father, Obi-Wan, the whole damned lot of them. They were sandstorms, these men-destroying everything in their path, not caring who they hurt or what they left behind.

tagging the luke squad @sonofthedunes , @kaleidoscope1967eyes , @lavandula-ipsum , @vagabond-umlaut , @bsxcrxts - pls if i missed anyone let me know and i will add!!!

[fictionkinfessions]

i miss my family. my stepmother. my baby siblings. my father. spock would stipulate that i’m only his half-brother, and michael and amanda and perrin were fully human with no blood relation to me, but they were my family all the same.

i was nearing fourteen by the time spock was born, and spock was not sarek and amanda’s first attempt to have a biological child — something i supported wholeheartedly, as amanda was very dear to me and i held her happiness as a very high priority, as much as a teenager can.

i was ecstatic to meet him, and supported him as much as i could, even when it set me at odds with sarek. (perhaps especially then, but. i digress.) he was so like me, and yet so… alien. literally. his half-human mind functioned in ways that both resonated with and confounded me. i did my best to support him, even when we couldn’t see eye to eye. i called him my t’hy’la (platonically. oh my god.) more than once. i trailed after him to starfleet and we found a home. he was one of my best friends.

i didn’t get much time with michael, as i was fighting tooth and nail through the vulcan science academy (which i would eventually drop out of entirely), but i cherish the memories i do have of her. she was always sharp as a tack and funny as hell, and my own neurodivergence and differing philosophy from other vulcans allowed me to support her in a way that more aligned with what she had learned from her human parents. it pained me to see her go — even more so when i learned that she had been temporally displaced and likely would never return — but i remain incredibly proud of her.

ultimately, it was that temporal displacement of a part of sarek’s katra that resulted in his failing health. (not that that was michael’s fault, and i’ll not entertain theories to the contrary.)

…i went to see my father in his final days. perhaps it was selfish, or illogical, but i did it regardless. i had seen him crack enough times that i felt i had to bear witness to the breaking. and it well and truly rattled me, to see him like that. but i held his hand and did what i could to help him. he was my father, and i love him still, even as flawed and imperfect as he was.

…anyway. i love my family very much.

-s’chn t’gai sybok, once of vulcan (fictive)

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[citrusfield]

“yeah, toxic is a good way to describe it… i still stayed with him for longer than i should have though — after a while, i really should’ve known better than that — but at least there’s some comfort in knowing it’s over now. better late than never.” it had happened subtly at first, his attitude gradually turning more sour the longer they were together and with hindsight, riley can look back and see the initial red flags they’d somehow glossed over. “honestly, he took up far too much of my time as it is. i’d be glad if i never saw him again.” there's always the potential of bumping into him at the hospital at some point, be it as a patient or visitor, and if she were honest, she’s not sure how she would react. she’d like to think she would be professional enough to stay calm and keep any personal feelings or resentment to herself, but she can’t say that for certain. it’s more than likely that she would simply turn tail and run the second she laid eyes on him instead. “oh, i’d argue that your sister is right. you’re definitely the most supportive man i’ve ever met and yes, i’m aware that might sound a bit pathetic. it’s not that most of them are awful or anything, but i think i tend to attract the wrong ones somehow. getting through medical school would’ve been a whole lot easier on my nerves if i’d known someone like you back then.” being able to express their worry or stress to someone who wouldn’t have instantly dismissed their feelings or said something that made everything ten times worse could’ve been a real game changer. but she still made it, didn’t she? by herself, with nobody holding her hand.

“ah, i see. in that case, you’re most definitely your mother’s son. i’m sure she’s proud of you, not just for your ability to comfort whichever fragile doctor you happen to come across that day, but for everything you’re doing. i know you’ve had a lot of pressure on your shoulders since you took over running the hospital, especially with all that stuff you said about your father wanting you to keep his legacy alive or… whatever.” eyes roll because while they had never met the man themselves, nothing they’ve ever heard about him has made her view him positively. “but it sounds to me like you’re doing a good job at keeping hers alive instead. from what you’ve told me about her, i’m sure she was incredible and that seems to have passed down to her son.” it’s just a shame that riley will never be able to meet his mother and get to experience it first-hand. she’s sure there’s a lot she could’ve learned from her and to be frank, his father shouldn’t get an ounce of the credit for how hayes turned out or how much the hospital has begun to improve under his leadership. “i’ll keep that in mind. it would probably benefit us both if i spoke to a professional next time i’m having trouble with something instead of putting it on you, huh? can’t make you buy me dinner every time i’ve had a rough day.” there’s a small smile on their lips to match his own. they know he doesn’t mind listening to her vent about whatever she’s struggling with — he’s already made that very clear — but if the resources are there, maybe she should consider taking advantage of it. maybe. baby steps still count as progress.

watching as he leans forward and gives her a teasing wink, her eyes roll again, though thankfully, there’s more humour in the motion this time. “yeah, yeah, i get it. i’m patient, i swear i am. i’m just… also a bit of a perfectionist and i like knowing that i’ve done something well. even when i help out my parents at their cafe, if those pastries don’t come out looking like they were ripped straight from a cookbook, i might as well not have bothered. it’s not just a work thing. don’t worry, i already know it’s a character flaw, so don’t feel the need to call me out on it or anything.” it’s not as if she necessarily gets upset when something doesn’t go to plan; more like a general frustration because she knows damn well she can do better. holding yourself to a high standard doesn’t have to be a bad thing, but it’s a rather slippery slope. “right, i suppose we have... still getting used to hearing it though.” the thought of someone as experienced and lauded in their field as hayes viewing riley of all people as someone to admire doesn’t sound real at all. compared to him, their career has barely lifted off the ground and they haven’t done anything to make them stand out amongst their peers. having a decent memory can’t be that impressive. “mhm, she’s always trying to drag me out somewhere after a long shift and i have to wonder where she gets the energy from. i think we have very different preferences on how to relax though; i don’t know if tequila is the best way for someone to unwind.” it doesn’t help that they aren’t the most capable at handling their liquor at the best of times. as someone who doesn’t drink that often outside of special events (or the occasional night of coercion from jenny), it can only take a glass or two before it starts going to their head. she hasn’t allowed herself to get properly drunk in years.

“yeah, that sounds familiar. it’s not exactly the most progressive attitude to have — that you need a romantic partner around or else you’re not living life to the fullest — but i don’t think it’s entirely baseless either.” everybody needs affection from time to time whether they’ll admit to it or not and while riley doesn’t feel as if she’s missing out per se, too many nights have been spent overthinking choices she’d made during a shift instead of focusing on something positive. she won’t deny that having someone to come home to could help get them out of their own head; something that could help them both personally and professionally in the long run. “if it’s the right person, they won’t view it as a mess.” a slight shrug. “that’s great and everything, but it’s not quite what i meant. having family around to keep you occupied at home doesn’t hurt and i’m glad you have them, but… well, they can’t exactly do all the same things that someone else could to help you relax or take your mind off work for a while. someone sleeping on your couch or stealing your food doesn’t really have the same impact as being... cared for.” there’s certainly no late night cuddling in front of the television or heated sex to release any pent up tension, but she can’t bring herself to actually say those specific words out loud without being mortified, so they’re held back through an airy laugh. “i won’t argue that it’s not hypocritical, but i know it comes from a good place. honestly, i’m grateful that you care so much. at the end of the day, the only real conclusion we can come to is that we could both benefit from getting a life outside of the hospital, couldn’t we?” they don’t have nearly as many responsibilities as he does, yet they’re somewhat similar in this regard; both allowing so much of their time and efforts to be consumed by their work that everything else comes secondary, including their own needs. at the mention of being friends, she smiles brightly and her head tilts slightly like a dog taking in new information. “are we really? so sharing some of our trauma over dinner is really all it takes... i wish i’d known it was that easy this whole time.”   

how adamant hayes is about ensuring this mystery crush of his feels safe and in control of the situation is endearing and undoubtedly a relief. too many men in his position would take advantage of the power they hold and wouldn’t hesitate to manipulate whoever they needed to if it got them what they wanted. she never thought he would be that way — hoped not at least — but she’s never truly known him until now. “ah, so there is a loophole. have you considered that maybe they do see you that way, but they’re not nearly bold enough to act on it yet? i mean, i know i wouldn’t be unless i was completely certain you’d say yes. can you imagine gathering the courage to ask out your boss and then being rejected? you would never see me again, i’d have to move hospitals.” it almost sends a shudder down their spine to imagine the embarrassment, the awkwardness. hell, if she does something tonight to humiliate herself in front of him, she might have to consider transferring then too. “uh, yeah… can we maybe pretend i didn’t say that part? i’m sure it’s all fine. doctors should know better, right?” they’d also love not to be found out as the one who accidentally outed everyone’s secret trysts. working in medicine is stressful and she can’t blame anybody for finding ways to deal with the strain, even as a genuine look of confusion settles over their face. “come on, you can’t be serious. look… since we’re outside of the hospital for the moment, i’m going to try saying this as riley and not just a doctor under your employ, so don’t hold any of it against me, but… why would they not be into you? you’re impressive, sir. you’re intelligent, kind enough to take a random member of staff out to dinner to make sure they’ve eaten, and — without making this weird — you’re obviously handsome. if it were me, i’d just be flattered that you even looked at me twice. it would be more of a shock if they weren’t interested.” it’s comforting in a way to hear someone she holds in such high regard have the same type of insecurities as everyone else, although she’d be the first to say that his are significantly more unfounded. “you know, i’m starting to think you might actually like my mouth.” there’s a smile on it right now, head shaking in disagreement. “no, it doesn’t have to be complicated at all. in fact, everything could work out in your favour and you’d have no idea because you’re too busy twisting yourself into knots over it.” now she’s becoming the hypocrite, never one to take a risk without considering every possible avenue first, but this is different. she cares about hayes and after everything he’s gone through, he deserves some real happiness.

“it's strange. i guess i always figured that there’s so many of us, there’s no way you could possibly keep an eye on everybody, let alone remember our names.” it’s easy to forget that people are paying attention when you’re so engrossed in the job, but that’s probably for the best. if they had known they were being watched this whole time, they worry it would have affected how they approached caring for their patients. nerves are one powerful inhibitor. in their humble opinion, jennifer would’ve been a great choice for the clinic in more ways than one. she’s far more energetic than riley could ever be and could make even the most miserable of people laugh on their worst day, but she can also see why that might not be what he’s aiming for. still, she hopes jenny doesn’t mind how things turned out. she was the first person they thought to speak to about the offer and they could really use her honesty on the subject. “if i say thank you too much and it starts to get annoying, feel free to tell me.” it won’t stop them, but at least they’d know. looking down towards the menu which she’s now realising she’s barely bothered to glance over, riley quickly scans her options and settles for a pasta dish she knows she’ll actually eat. no use in getting adventurous when her stomach is on the verge of rumbling and she hopes the waiter can’t hear it as she sends a polite smile their way. for some reason, this whole thing is beginning to feel a lot more real now and while it’s not a date by any means, it’s impossible to ignore the similarities to one. they can’t remember the last time they’d gone to dinner with a man, especially one whose opinion actually matters to them. “i’ll try to return the favour one day if you’re ever up for it. maybe we’ll even mix things up and have breakfast instead.”

"That's the thing. Men like him act in a certain way that not only makes you second guess yourself, but it also convinces others to believe in the narrative that he's trying to sell. It's actually a form of gaslighting, but the underlying issue is definitely the fact that he has a superiority complex, and that paired with his insecurities... it can be toxic." Hayes explained, his eyes filled with genuine concern. Despite the fact that he had taken the opportunity to psychoanalyze Riley's ex, it was safe to say that he was not particularly enjoying the assumptions that he had been making. All this considered, this exercise had only made him realize what Riley must have been through, and how strong they must have been to have put themselves through medical school while being with such a prick, while also knowing when to get out of such a relationship. She was strong, and he had truly admired her for it. "I'm proud of you, Riley, for getting yourself out of that relationship. From what I know, I can tell just how difficult that must have been for you. But just know... you're incredibly strong." He reassured her. Seeing the restlessness drain out of their muscles, Hayes is relieved to see them finally relax. He returns their smile, leaning back in his seat as he let a soft chuckle bubble out of him upon hearing their words. "Not that I would know, but my sister often tells me that men with my mindset are extremely rare. Apparently, one should know where to look if they want to find someone like that. I have no idea what she actually meant by that, but I am going to take her word for it, and say... maybe in due time, you'll find someone who sees you, and appreciates you for who you are." Or perhaps, he might have been sitting right in front of her. But now was not the time for that particular conversation.

"Well, I guess that's true... You do have a point there, but I like to think that I got my ability to always comfort people from my mother. She was the most comforting person I know. She just had this way of... connecting with people, you know? She always knew the right things to do, and the right things to say. She was like that not just with me, or her patients, but also her friends, our neighbours, my friends from school, and their parents... basically everyone she knew. I guess, when you grow up with someone like that, you're bound to pick something up." Speaking about his mother always brought a rather fond smile upon Hayes' face. Sure, he still missed her from time to time. He always did. But deep down, he knew that his mother was watching over him, and he could only hope that he had made her proud. Althought he had always been keen on keeping her memory alive, there had been times when he had worried taking on the Adams legacy might have caused him to steer away from that. Being told otherwise was certainly a relief to the surgeon, and he was grateful that people could still see in him the same qualities that he had valued in his mother. "I've often believed that we can't make someone get mental health help unless they themselves are ready, and willing to get that help. As long as you're getting the kind of help that's right for you, that's all that matters. You don't have to put yourself in therapy just because it's there. But I feel the need to inform you, that if you ever feel like you needed someone to talk to, you won't have to go too far." Hayes felt the need to reassure her, as a rather genuine smile found its place upon his lips. "Well, I certainly hope that they make use of it, considering that some of my staff did see that they would." Not that he'd had any doubt about that. After all, who would want to turn away free psychotherapy?

Hearing Riley's explanation causes Hayes to slightly raise his eyebrow, the smile on his lips containing a rather mischevous glint. "Some days are good, then with most others, it feels like you don't know anything." He repeated their words, bringing his hand up to his collar, and adjusting his tie. "Well, allow me to let you in on a little secret." He stated in a rather hushed tone as he leaned forward, his gaze not leaving hers. "Congratulations, Riley... You're just like the rest of us." He winked, letting out another soft chuckle before he shook his head. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Riley. You're doing the best you can. You can't just get better at something overnight. Some days will be good, and others not so much. But that's how you learn, and improve. You just have to be patient. There's a reason why it takes several years to complete your residency. We don't expect everyone to know everything from day one, because there's no way you could." With another reassuring smile, Hayes leaned back in his seat, nodding his head in response to their question. "As a matter of fact, I do. I value the opinions of people I admire, and I think we've already established that I admire you quite a lot." He admitted, considering that they might have thought that he had only been polite, though that was certainly not the case. But hearing Riley say that he sounds exactly like his sister caused him to let out a rather hearty life. "Do I really? I do have to admit that I get that a lot. Jenny's the one I was most closest to. She's the youngest, and since we didn't have dad around, she clung to me a lot when she was a kid. But I do have to tell you that she's right, and you should listen to her." He remarked, shooting them another wink. "So, what you're telling me is that... having dinner with just one friend would be totally fine with you? Noted." Hayes knew that he did not need to look as triumphant as he did, and yet... he could not exactly help it.

A rather hearty laugh escaped his lips upon hearing Riley's comment about her being more concerned for him. "Oh, don't you worry, you're not the only one who's concerned for me. Diana was also concerned about me burning out, which is quite possibly the reason why she even tried to get me on the dating apps, if I'm being honest. She's worried that I'm going to work myself to death, and wants me to have someone who would keep me from doing so much." Easier said than done. "You're not being too forward at all, Riley. I mean, my sister did say the exact same thing to me the other day. But whether it's the timing, or the mindset, or whatever else it may be, I guess... I've always been alone. It's hard for me to trust anyone, considering what my father did. I prefer to be alone. I think that's what makes me feel quite hesitant about bringing someone else into this mess. I've become so used to being alone that I almost find it comforting." Hayes admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, exhaling a sigh before he offered them a smile that was tight-lipped. "I have Diana hounding me about my dating life on a daily basis, and Jenny crashing on my couch, and raiding my fridge during most nights. Is that not enough? Those two definitely make sure I'm not thinking about work when I'm at home." Another soft laugh escaped his lips before he shook his head. "No, listen... I know you're right. You probably think I sound like a complete hypocrite right now, which I totally agree with. You don't have to apologize for caring about my personal life, because let's be real... God knows I've been doing the exact same thing to you all night. Please, don't apologize. I appreciate your concern, Riley, and I promise you... I might actually take your advice. Not anytime soon, but maybe someday I will find someone who can share my burden with me. But until then, I'm quite happy with the way things are. I promise you." Considering the several lines of professionalism that they had crossed that evening, it was safe to say that he did not mind crossing another one. "You opinion is always welcome, whether it's about my professional life, or my personal life. We're friends now, aren't we? I like to think that we are."

No matter what Hayes had tried to argue, it seemed as though Riley always had a rebuttal. It was endearing, seeing that she cared as much about him as he did her. But he would be lying if he were to say that the way they were always challenging his points made him feel some type of way. It was almost as though his sapiosexual needs were being met. There was an intellectual connection that he shared with Riley that he could not exactly ignore, but for the sake of not crossing a line that he would never want to cross, he did not let it show. "I know, I know... but this isn't about me. It's about them. I want them to have as much control as they possibly could, so if they were to ask me out, I wouldn't exactly be opposed. I mean, I would accept, but also file all of the necessary paperwork with HR just so that we're both protected." He shrugged, his fingers slightly scratching at his stubble. "But I highly doubt that this person would ever ask me out. I don't think they see me that way." Or maybe they did, but Hayes could not say that for certain even when he was seated directly across from them. "So, a bunch of residents have been sleeping with each other, have they? I might have to have a word with the lot, just to make sure there are no HR violations, or a hospital-wide outbreak of STIs." He joked, though a part of him was considering it anyways. He could not risk it. "But what if they're not into me?" Before he could even process what Riley had said, his eyes grew wide. "Yeah, you would know, wouldn't you?" Did he have to sound so obvious? He had no clue. He was wavering. "But with that mouth of yours... it can't always be trusted." He teased them, laughing softly before he shook his head once more. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. I trust you, Riley. You know I do. But let's just say... I don't want things to become complicated between us." Not to mention that if he were to act on his crush, they certainly will.

The way Riley's cheeks become flushed as he sings their praises is not entirely lost on Hayes, but he chooses to just respond with a smile that with a smile that was mirroring hers. "No, thank you, Riley. I like to keep an eye on everyone who work for me, all sevices, all departments, regardless of the specialty. It's always been a pleasure to watch you work, and I just figured that your people skills could be put to better use in something like this. It came down to you, or Jennifer... but she seems to have a tendency to scare people off with her overly enthusiastic approach. You were definitely the right candidate for the job." And when he had told his sister as such, she had only been pleased for her friend, even willing to try to convince them if need be. But there was a part of Hayes that knew that there was no such need. "You'll always have my support, Riley. Whatever you might need in order to move forward in your career, just ask." He offered with a firm nod of his head. "Now... let's get some food into you. You can order whatever you want. It's on me." With that, he motioned the waiter towards their table.

[royalsweetteaa]

Cant stop thinking about awkward virgin!Jake Jensen having his first time and calling the reader 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 and being all embarrassed about it but then reader says something like “you’re a 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙮, making your mommy proud” idk something like that

Fuckkk I don’t think I’ll ever be fit to be a mommy for anyone but this relationship dynamic with Jake?? The thot ignites a part of me I didn’t know existed within me. It’s exclusively for Jake haha. Anyway, let me casually make a oneshot out of this -

Mama’s boy

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following story contains: explicit smut, no plot, loss of virginity, mommy kink, puppy/mommy dynamic, dom! reader, sub!Jake Jensen, cum eating, Jake cums a lot, penetrative/oral sex (M receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

It would all take place first during a heavy make out session. You were in the mood after Jake had been away for a whole week working with the losers, and as soon as he enters the apartment, you pounce at him with kisses and touches.

You would lead him to the bedroom, still slipping your tongue inside his mouth while you stood at the edge of the bed. He knows where this is going, and he feels the urge to confess the one thing he has been so scared to tell you during your relationship.

“W-Wait, Y/N….I..I have to tell you something.” Jake manages to say with brief pauses due to you constantly capturing his lips.

“What is it, baby? Don’t you want this?” You asked, a tint of worry spreading through your face.

You have been together for months and the two of you had yet to engage in having sex. First you thought he didn’t find you appealing enough to have sex with, but you were soon to learn about the true reason as to why Jake has been so hesitant.

He stared into your eyes as he gathered the courage to say something he has been incredibly insecure about.

“I…I’m a virgin..” Jake confesses, turning his gaze down to his feet in shame.

Your lips formed into an ‘o’ form out of surprise. Somehow you hadn’t really come to that conclusion after all this time.

When you noticed his embarrassed demeanor, you stroked his shoulder blades to comfort him. “Hey, that’s completely fine, Jake. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We will take this slow, okay?” You assured him, which made his face lit up with appreciation of how non-judgemental you were being. “Besides, I find it to be kind of cute that you are. It only means I’ll be the first to explore this gorgeous body of yours.” Your voice sultered.

His eyes widened in surprise, as if he wasn’t mentally prepared to hear that kind of response from you.

You caressed his cheek with one hand while you looked into his gorgeous, blue eyes. “Don’t be nervous, baby. All you have to do is lie down and stay pretty while I take care of you, okay Jakey?”

His cock throbbed from only your words and he gulped, following it with a deep sigh as he tried to calm his nerves. “I’ll count on that.”

As you climbed onto his lap, you pushed his chest backwards for him to lie down beneath you on the bed. You started to ground your hips against his crotch, making him slip out a whine. You chuckled at his responsive nature.

“You’re being so good to me. I love you so much.” You declared, and peppered his face with kisses. His face became redder than ever.

He has always dreamed of being in this position. Having a woman on top of him - someone who loved him despite his ‘flaws’. His friends always taunted him about his nerdy persona, though there was so much more to him other than just having that. And you saw it and loved him for being - well, him.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I might just cum.” He groaned. As the words left his lips, he scolded himself internally for admitting that. Why did I say that? I’m fucking pathetic, he thought.

“Aw, just by this? I’m flattered, Jakey. It must mean you’re truly attracted to me. Do you think I’m pretty, baby?”

“Y-Yes, of course…..You’re fucking amazing..I can’t believe I’m so…so lucky to be with you…” he said, his gasping making gaps of his sentences.

“That’s so sweet…I can’t wait to have your cock inside of me.” You said ever so casually, while tweaking his hardened nipple through his shirt.

He whimpered just then, his hips raising up to have closeness to your heating core. “Mmm, mommy!…”

You bit your lip as Jake panted hard and you felt a patch of moisture appear beneath you on Jake’s boxer, confirming he had just released his load. Jake’s arousal got replaced with panic of what had just happened.

“Fuck, oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cum so fast and call you…that. You must think I’m a freak.” He said and used both of the palm of his hands, hiding his face in shame. “We should end this, this was never a good idea-!”

You put your index finger against his mouth and hushed him. “Shhhh…you don’t have to worry a thing, Jake. It’s normal to be this worked up for your first time. We don’t have to end things when we have just begun, baby.”

He peeked through his palms and saw you climbed off of him, putting your face close to where his cock was creating a tent out of his boxers.

You ran your fingers through the hem of his boxers and pulled a little. “Stay still and make mommy proud while I lap up your cum, Jakey. Don’t want any of your precious cum go to waste. Will you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Jake almost combusted when you referred him as a good boy and yourself as mommy. It was all like a dream come true to him. It became apparent that you were into this. He moaned and frantically nodded. “Y-yes! I’ll be a good boy and stay still for you, mommy!…Wanna make mommy proud..”

You hummed in delight as you pulled his boxers down, revealing Jake’s weeping cock. It was still pulsating from his previous orgasm, and there was so much cum splaying all over. You licked your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more but to slurp up his cum like it’s your last meal.

“Mmm, how delicious…you couldn’t help yourself, could you baby? Such a needy boy you are. And with such a beautiful cock…” you praised, while touching his swollen tip.

His cock hardened back immediately at your touch, and he let out sobbing whimpers of the foreign feeling being given by someone else’s hand. Your hand, nonetheless. You started to stroke him, your face so close to his dick he could feel your light breaths against the sensitive skin. He couldn’t stop holding his gaze at you, wanting to take in every moment of your actions. He held his breath when you stuck out your tongue and reached in for a taste.

You flattened your tongue as you licked his cum-glazed balls and lightly sucked them every once in a while. Jake had a hard time holding still as every nerve called to raise his hips, but he repeated something in his head to prevent from moving a single muscle.

Be good for mommy. Make mommy proud.

Your tongue glided up beneath his shaft, and as you reached the tip, your mouth invaded it and swallowed him whole. Jake gritted his teeth and fisted his hands so hard it almost hurt.

“F-fuck! Oh, shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he cried out.

You hummed around him, your tongue circling around his swollen red tip in an agonizingly slow pace. Jake was so flushed out, and before he could reach close to climax, you removed your mouth with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips.

“You taste so good, baby. One day I’ll let you cum in my mouth but that will have to wait for another time.”

You rose up from the bed and undressed, removing your shorts and panties. Jake kept on ogling at you as you removed your shirt and bra, giving him the perfect view of your breasts.

“Woah…” he gasped, earning a giggle from you. He’s so cute, you thought.

“Now it’s your turn, baby. Remove that t-shirt of yours, will you?” You ordered him. He immediately complied, almost hastily removing it.

Afterwards, you crawled back on top of him and straddled his hips with his cock slotted between your pussy lips. He shuddered from the feeling, knitting his eyebrows in pleasure of your juicy cunt coating his shaft.

You smiled mischievously while you spread your pussy apart with your fingers, giving him an image he will never forget.

“See how wet I am, baby? It’s all for you. Gonna put your fat cock in mommy’s cunt, m’kay? Would you like that, puppy?” You asked teasingly while gliding your folds against him.

“Mmm, Yesss! Oh please! Wanna feel mommy’s pussy around me so much! P-Please, - oh god!”

His head dipped back as you sunk onto his cock, filling your cunt to the brim. You let out a loud moan, feeling every twitch of Jake’s cock inside of you.

“Mmmh, fuck! Oh, you feel so fucking good inside of me, Jake! Such a good boy…taking all of mommy’s pussy..” you praised him while massaging his chest. “Tell me, baby..what do you want me to do?”

Jake barely managed to say, “want you to bounce on me, mommy…use me…”, and with that, you immediately went to work.

You rolled your hips slowly while holding onto his chest. Moans and strained whimpers left your mouth, leaving Jake to be pushed on edge.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me, baby…mmm wanna have you fill me up like this all the time…” you huskily whispered.

“F-fuck, You’re going to be the death of me…” he mumbled, gripping tightly onto your thighs as he tried to last for as long as possible.

You rested on his body while still thrusting your hips against him, and gave him a heated kiss. He moaned in your mouth and let your tongue tangle with his, putting you more intimately than ever before. Your bodies were conjoined for the first time, and it felt so good you could say it was worth all the wait.

Jake started to buck his hips in rhythm with yours, and it created an overstimulation you weren’t ready for as you raised yourself up again, bouncing your ass harder.

“Jake, M’gonna cum! Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore! Oh, god!” You announced through a whine.

Your cunt squeezed him so hard while your juices started to flood down to his base, making Jake almost release his load then and there, but he had managed to edge himself just this once.

“Oh, fuuuucck…I love you so much, mommy…so, so much…” Jake chanted as he continued to chase his high. He was hesitant as to if he was allowed to cum, and he wanted you to tell him he could. He needed you to tell him.

His prayers were answered when you eyed him again and pulled yourself closer to whisper something in his ear.

“If you wanna cum, you can, puppy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Cum in mama’s pussy like the good boy you are.”

That was all he needed to hear before he hammered his last thrusts into you harshly and released his load, halting his hips for each spurt of seed that entered your womb. He exhaled and swallowed, never having felt this intense of an orgasm in his life.

You felt your walls being coated with warmth from his load, and you chuckled lowly at the mess you had made Jake become.

“How do you feel, puppy? Did your first time feel good? Did I do a good job?” You asked with a purr, knowing the answer but still longing to hear it.

“….give me a minute or two and I’ll give you an answer…” Jake rasped with a smile, still trying to breathe regularly. You smiled and laid down beside him, stroking his chest as it kept rising due to his heavy breathing. Soon after he was more at ease.

He turned and gave you a sheepish smile before he said; “that was fucking awesome…this was almost too good to be true…did this even happen? Am I dreaming right now?”

You giggled and shook your head. “Nope. Every single moment happened, baby. You did so well. You were so good to me..” you said huskily.

He caught his breath, and he couldn’t contain himself as he closed in for a hug, nuzzling under your neck and giving small pecks to your skin out of gratitude.

“Thank you…for everything. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so happy to be together with you…missed you so, so much.” Jake murmured.

You started to stroke his hair which made him hum against your skin in delight.

“Me too, baby. Love you so much, puppy.”

Note from author: thank you so much @whoore-for-stucky for sharing your thot! I’ve been meaning to make a fic about this for so long but haven’t gotten the motivation until now. Hope you like it!

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hihihi this is may be a weird question but is your opinion on the main hypmic cast?

In brief:

(Spoiler alert: It was not brief. Stuck under a cut for length)

Ichirou: He's a good kid. I wasn’t super into him at first, as main protagonists very rarely hold my interest, but I appreciate him now for the struggles he goes through and the growth he’s experienced across the series.

Jirou: Jirou is also a good kid in his own way. I didn’t know what to do with him for a while, but now I feel like I understand him too. I don’t think he quite gets what makes Ichirou be as loved as he is, nor does he really understand what makes people love him for who he is. But that’s okay. He’ll get it someday.

Saburou: If you had tasked me as a fourteen year old to create an idealized anime boy sona, I would have come up with someone shockingly similar to Saburou. I’m fond of him. He can be a bit mean at times in a very fourteen way, but deep down, he’s a good kid too. All the BBs are good kids.

Samatoki: I just can’t not make fun of him. His posturing is so ridiculous to me that I am constantly filled with the urge to clown on him. Oh, you think you’re so tough? You think you’re a big tough guy? Well, I’m just a little bastard; what are you going to do about it? But underneath the posturing, I do feel sorry for him and admire his strengths a lot. He’s a good kid too under a very funny exterior.

Juuto: I’m enjoying learning more about him from the BB/MTC+ manga, but I’m a bit surprised at how much of a dick he is even deep down. Still, he has plenty of good qualities too, and I like him in a vague sort of way. I’d throw fruit at him over a fence but wouldn’t put any malice in it.

Riou: What a delightful individual he is. The BB/MTC chapter about him really resonated with me. For a character so outwardly obsessed with the military, Riou has an incredible understanding of the weight of his actions and such a deep appreciation for every living thing. There’s a lot of his depth to his simplicity, and the level of care he exhibits towards everyone is delightful to witness. An absolute favorite among the cast.

Ramuda: Self-recognition through the other (derogatory). In all seriousness, Ramuda’s story arc and actions are great narrative tools for me to examine some things about myself and grow to try to be a better, more considerate person towards myself and others. I want to see him achieve freedom and happiness.

Gentarou: I enjoy Gentarou quite a bit, although I think he gets overshadowed by the other members of Fling Posse at times due to my sheer passion for Dice and Ramuda. He’s my favorite character to translate at the moment, which is apparently heresy among Hypmic translators. More than the sheer fun of writing his witty banter, I find him to be a very intriguing individual, and I’m excited to learn more about him. I want his happiness too.

Dice: Oh, Dice... He’s a really good kid in a way that the BBs could never be. He’s deceptively good, and he does choose to hurt other people and himself in ways that characters like Ichirou don’t. But he also finds the goodness in the oddest places, like a person finding a coin in a cracked sidewalk, and that’s delightful. His narrative is one of the most compelling for me. What a champion of a character.

Jakurai: Wow, what a good foil for Ramuda. Let me bounce narratives off of you like a mirror. I’m slowly learning to find him compelling in his own right, however. This is also a self-recognition through the other (derogatory) scenario, but there’s more of an emphasis on the derogatory part.

Hifumi: A funny little individual bearing a lot of sadness and a whole lot more courage. Like most of Matenrou, I admire him a lot, but I think that Matenrou resonates much more strongly with other people than they do for me, so I prefer to sit back and let other people appreciate them. I think he’s very brave and very fun to read/write.

Doppo: The biggest fucking mood in existence. When you move past the stereotypical aspects, you end up with another character who has a lot of deep flaws but also an incredible amount of courage. I’m excited to see where they go with him, but again, I’ll sit back and let others take the first row here.

Kuukou: Having already drafted Saburou, if you came back to me at age eighteen and asked me to make an idealized anime boy sona, you would probably have ended up with a character astonishingly like Kuukou. He brings me sheer joy. Astonishingly, I feel like Kuukou has exhibited the least growth out of any of the cast, and yet I do not mind a bit. He is the closest to the perfect man I have ever met. I would drop everything to be this dude’s homie if he existed in real life. Just a champion individual.

Juushi: Juushi’s a good kid. I’m very fond of him and like writing him, but much like Matenrou, I feel like he does a lot more for other people than he does for me. Therefore, much of how I work with him is less, “How do I enjoy this character as a reader?” and more “How do I nurture the traits about him that other people love?”

Hitoya: Hitoya strikes me as a damn good person with a lot of heart who sometimes lets his anger drive him a bit too much. He’s also utterly ridiculous, of course, but I try to write him with as much strength as possible to be present behind his words. He honestly seems like a great person to know in real life, not simply as a fictional character, as well.

Sasara: I have to clown on him to assert dominance. Joking aside, I admire the depths of his character and the growth he’s shown over the series. He can be pretty callous at times and goes to odd lengths to get what he wants, but I think he’s now starting to realize how much his actions affect other people. For a while I was really in his camp as a hardcore Sasara lover (back before he was a main cast member - I love writing quirky minor characters), but now I approach him with the idea mentioned above, ie how I can present him for other people.

Roshou: Whenever he’s around the rest of Dotsu Hon, I think he’s kind of an idiot. I mean that in the best way possible. It’s very endearing. Yet moments when he’s on his own are where I think he best shines, and I would love to see more solo material for him. He’s an incredibly good support character, and I admire his passion for his students.

Rei: I really enjoy asshole antagonists, which is why I liked Ramuda for a while before the clone story came up behind me and struck me into the ground with its mighty fists. Now Rei fills this role. I would love to learn more about him and team up with the Buster Bros to pelt him with rotten eggs in a fun bonding activity. I’m sure there is some strong backstory that will absolve him of at least some of his shittiness, but until now, I’m still not excusing his whole abandoning his children thing, not to mention the human trafficking thing he pulled with Ramuda.

Otome: I hate translating her, if only because she and Rei frequently talk about things in extremely vague terms that I have no context for. It’s hard to make her sound idiomatic in English while also not shooting myself in the foot by accidentally filling in the wrong information. But with that aside, she’s okay. I like her, I guess. Her motivations are pretty interesting.

Ichijiku: Ichijiku was written for people who are sexually attracted to women, and I’m not at all, so I 100% approach her in terms of her pull on other people. She’s fun on her own, though, and I’m impressed at her ability to walk in high heels. Her complete disrespect for everyone but Otome brings me no end of entertainment in reading and writing.

Nemu: YOU. Maybe this is some stupid toxic masculinity thing, but I always feel embarrassed speaking affectionately about male characters but not at all about female characters. Therefore Nemu gets all of my loveposting. She’s a wonderful girl! She has such a strong spirit, and I’m completely overjoyed that she’s making her own decisions and becoming her own character defined on her own terms. I want to watch her grow up big and strong. Fuck yes, baby girl! Fuck it up! I’m very proud of her.

[sugamamacustard]

One more time

Pairing:  Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff! (Sorry, no NSFW this time! I just couldn’t fit it!)

Request: Hi 👋 May I request an Alpha Oikawa x Omega reader scenario where they already have a pup and Oikawa wants another. How he would he be with his pregnant omega and his pups ?I'm sorry if this is confusing, ABO Au is one of my favourites but I have never made a request before so I'm not sure how to explain? Fluff, NSFW you can write it however u like THANK YOU 💕

Summary: You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing. 

Author’s Note: I loved this request so much??? Like, it’s so wholesome and domestic and my A’/B/O heart melts every time at Dad! Alpha! boys.  I’m super sorry as I didn’t put any NSFW into this. 

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵  Your daughter Akemi was a blessing in every sense of the word. She was a sweetheart, happy and giggly and the absolute cutest little thing.

➵   Even if she did look like an absolute carbon copy of your husband.

➵  Her bright brown eyes and chocolate locks all copy and pasted from him.  

➵ She was precious in every way nonetheless, even if Toru rubbed it in your face every chance he got.

➵ You never got made at him though, as he was the ideal father in every sense of the word. 

➵   He made time for Akemi every day, even if he was sore and sweaty from practice—he’d shower before saying hi to her--, he’d let you have at least thirty minutes a day to yourself, more if he feels he has it down, which is almost always the case.  

➵   Toru fed her, changed her, helped you to clean up the house. You both worked like a well-oiled machine and parenthood was a breeze.

➵    It was tough at times but you both stuck to your guns, communicating efficiently about what you wanted for Akemi and her childhood.

➵    How you wanted to deal with future tantrums, what schools you were looking at for her (Neither of you were touching high schools just yet), but there was one thing that you always seemed to slip out of discussing.

➵     Siblings for Akemi.

➵    Either you never really had the time before Akemi was crying, or you and Toru were fast asleep by the time you had the chance or- there were just a multitude of things that stopped the conversation from happening. 

➵   Until Akemi’s first birthday though.  You were rocking your daughter to sleep, brushing your hand along her head and past the brown locks on her head, just reveling in the feeling of holding your pup, a sign of your and your alpha’s love for each other, even if your omega felt the smallest bit…Empty? 

➵   You knew that you and Toru wanted more children, just never got a chance to really talk about it

➵   . “Hey,” Your husbands voice purred into your ear, making you purr in response.

➵    His hands rested on your hips, holding you close as he held his daughter’s hand, running his thumb over her knuckles with such a soft and proud smile, making you just melt.

➵  “I know we haven’t talked about it in a while, but I want another.” 

➵  You laughed. “Another pup, huh?”

➵  He nodded, rounding around to take Akemi. He laid her in her crib, slowly moving to hold you close once more—his hands on your hips with yours wrapped around your neck.

➵ He kissed your forehead, resting his forehead against yours. 

➵  “Mhmm. This time they’ll look just like you with your cute little nose and beautiful eyes. Maybe even your adorable little cheeks.” You laughed, squirming when his hands came up to pinch your cheeks, enlarging your smiling face. 

➵ He let go suddenly, turning and walking out of the nursery with a smirk. “Of course, maybe the Oikawa genes just run to deep.” He chuckled, making his way to your bedroom. You merely laughed once more before following. 

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➵ “And then when mommy’s tummy is all big and round- Pop! Out comes your new sibling. Maybe a boy or girl. I hope for a girl. Two little princesses to spoil and love.” 

➵ Akemi giggled at her father’s words, not really understanding what was going on but enjoying the attention, nonetheless. 

➵  Toru couldn’t blame her though, as he too was laughing and giggling all through the house.

➵  It had been four months since you began trying, a heat passing where Oikawa proved yet again, he was the perfect husband by tending to you and allowing his sister to watch Akemi for four days your heat was there. 

➵ She was ecstatic to hear the news of you guys trying and jumped at every opportunity to babysit for you guys.  

➵ “It’s not really a pop, but whatever you say, Daddy.” You laughed, stepping out of the bathroom, thin stick in your hands. Toru watched you expectantly, turning Akemi to look at you too.  

➵ “Ma!” Akemi preened, holding your cheeks with her small chubby hands when your nose rubbed against hers.  

➵ You crouched in front of her, holding Toru’s knees with your hands before smiling up at him.

➵  “Hope your ready to go through those nine months again.” You chuckled, Toru nearly squealing with delight as he brought you into a hug, Akemi squished carefully between you two. 

➵ “Ma!” 

➵ “Ma- Oh my god- I’m gonna be a dad again ‘Kemi! Focus on me!”

➵  “Ma!”

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➵ You knew you married Toru Oikawa for a good reason. 

➵ Yes, he could be an asshole. 

➵ Yes, he could be the most annoying person you would ever meet.

➵  Yes, he sometimes cared too much for volleyball and-

➵ You had a point. What was it?

➵ Oh- Toru was an amazing husband through and through, despite all his flaws. He cared deeply for you, for your daughter, for your new baby (You decided to keep the gender a surprise to piss of Mattsun and Hanamaki who had a current running bet on what it would be).

➵  Every inch of his being, both alpha and not, was dedicated to your family. He was just as doting during this pregnancy as he was the last, making you purr in delight. He never wasted an opportunity to run out and grab whatever you were craving. He was even teaching Akemi to help. 

➵ She’d waddle around after you—making you watch where you are going 24/7—picking up anything you dropped and giving it the extra foot and a half that would make your life so much easier. 

➵ She picked out blankets and onesies and pacifiers, everything you would need she had a say in. And maybe it was another Blood Oikawa thing, but she had great taste. 

➵ There was a small running duckling theme in the new nursery, which was painted a pale grey, most of which was coordinated by…You guessed it.

➵  Oikawa and Akemi. 

➵For being twenty- almost twenty-one - months (A year and eight months), she was incredibly clever and smart for her age. That was all you though.

➵  No way was Toru ‘hit it till it breaks’ Oikawa the smart one in your relationship. (I live to bully this man I’m so sorry).

➵ When the first signs of labour (I’ve waited for this moment. To write about labour, as I see it done wrong all the time and as a Bio 30 student it hurts) showed up, you two began making plans to slowly prep yourself for the delivery of your new baby. 

➵ Oikawa called up his sister, who screeched—loudly into his ear when he told her about your first contractions—before agreeing to come over in case they drastically increased. You re-packed and double checked your hospital bag, making sure you had everything you didn’t during your first trip.  

➵ And you even packed Akemi her own bag for when her aunt would drop her off to meet her new sibling.  She was just as excited to meet them as you were and was constantly handing you things she would later ‘gift’ to her sibling (These included a multitude of…art that was labeled 2 bb in the cutest, but messiest scribbles you’ve ever seen). 

➵ You had to explain that when her sibling got back from the hospital, she could give them all the art she wanted as it would not all fit into the bag. She understood, watching you pack a change of clothes and pull ups for her. 

➵ She would waddle after you as you and Toru would slowly walk up and down the hallways to try and ease the pain, which was more uncomfortable than painful really.  

➵ Coos left both of you when she tied to hold onto your leg like Toru was, looking up to you with wide eyes brimmed with tears. 

➵ When active labour kicked in, she cried, hugging you both before you left. Akemi made sure to pat your belly at least one more time before waving you off, watching you both leave. 

➵ Toru was amazing the whole time, purring to you and letting you crush his hand (Yes. It was his spiking hand as he was going on paternity leave and had the time to heal. Plus, nothing would ever top his family).  

➵ When it came time to push, he was encouraging in every sense of the word, coaching you through the entire thing.

➵  He brushed off every snap you sent his way, every angry word and vile insult spat his way. He didn’t know what you were going through, just that it was painful and taxing on every part of your being. 

➵ Mentally, physically, and he was not about to start a fight with you. 

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➵ When your son was finally handed to Toru, he cried. He’s cried a lot in his life, most in front of you, but he would always cry when it came to his family.  

➵ His son was just as small as Akemi was when she was born, but just as precious. 

➵  His face was squishy and chubby—and cone shaped—but he was adorable and you both absolutely loved him. 

➵ When Akemi got to meet him, she also cried. She loved her brother the moment they met, which you and Toru were forever grateful for, and would refuse to go more then ten feet away from him.  

➵ You ended up naming him Hiroshi, which Akemi had been trying to pronounce for as long as she’d known it.  

➵ Your little family was beautiful, and Toru was thankful for you, giving him his two bundles of absolute joy, and your love.

➵  He was entranced with you from the moment he met you and never knew his life would lead to this. He wouldn’t change it even if he had the chance. 

➵ In case you were wondering, your son ended up looking exactly like his sister and your husband. Seems the Oikawa genes run long and true.  

[amortensie-moved]

heyyyyyy nixie!!!! how are you? i've missed randomly stopping in to admire the cats on your blog, hit you with a string of incoherent nonsense, and then disappear again. in fact, i've missed it so much that i've come to do just that <3

so,,,,, if you saw me ask cass these same questions, don't think about it. in fact, forget you saw it at all because it makes this soooo much more mysterious,,,,,, i have some random yet specific questions for you to answer. they will make some semblance of sense in approximately 14-21 business days, i promise.

what is your favorite food?

favorite color?

favorite song(s)?

favorite tv show/movie?

favorite book genre?

favorite hobby?

do you have any random habits?

what is your love language (when it comes to giving and receiving)?

what is one thing that you think you’re just incredibly amazing at? (the more random the better, asdfghjklkjhgfd)

what is one thing we should never entrust you to do/complete?

what languages do you speak/understand? are you currently learning any?

what is your ideal type when it comes to a romantic partner?

if you were getting a small tattoo (and I mean babie size) where would you get it?

is there anything simply iconic about you that you think the public ought to know?

anyway, ily bestie <3

OLIVE!! HI!!!

super glad to see you on my blog! i’m doing quite well, thank you very much! i’ve missed your presence so much, and like you, i’ve also been on and off in activity in this site due to personal busy-ness.

while i am a teensy bit curious, the questions do seem like such fun, so here are my responses after the cut:

1. i love love love sinigang! its this filipino soup that i’ve only ever tasted homemade, and boy it is delicious! this is a recipe that nearly every filipino household has memorized in their own little way, and it just reminds me of home

2. yellow :)

3. once upon a december from anastasia or alternatively, to mix it up, your ex lover is dead (final fantasy mix) by stars

4. ohh this question is hard. a recent fave of mine is the sound of magic which is constantly giving me brainrots every other day, but merlin is a show that will constantly live in my heart!

5. classic literature! i love all types, but gothic literature is particularly interesting to me. also love fantasy!

6. my favorite hobby is crocheting and knitting! i group them together as they are essentially the same fiber art, just different methods to create v similar things

7. i sing random opera notes when i’m nervous lol ( not particularly good at it, but somehow vibrato and high notes are unlocked in those occasions )

8. i give love through gifts! my go-to gift is to crochet a tiny heart stress plushie for people and ahh theyre and i get so happy giving them. i love sharing food or even just odd things i find. as for receiving, i am such a sucker for words of affirmation. heartfelt silly notes my beloved <3

9. i am practically an expert at untangling yarn and knots by now. after being into the fiber arts for about three years, its safe to say i’ve done it far too much.

edit: i forgot to mention this before, but proud to say that one of my weirdest best talents is that i can accurately mimic a goat sound. in addition to this, i can make rlly weird sounds out of this and shift the vowels so it just sounds really odd and cursed 😭. its hard to explain— but its my favorite trick to show off and make people laugh in confused horror

10. i am known for being one of the biggest hazard myself. i am super clumsy, and my sense of self preservation is usually thrown out the window when it comes to tasks that are physically taxing. in addition to this, my fatal flaw is perhaps my un-athleticism

11. other than english, i’m understand tagalog! it is my first language, and while i don’t speak it much, i understand it fluently. as for learning, i’ve been studying french for two years now, however i am far from fluent (yet).

12. ooh this is an interesting question! i haven’t had a non-fictional crush in a while hah so its more difficult to narrow down a specific type. besides the general criteria ( like not being an asshole ), overall, i just look for someone who is really sweet and caring! being smart is also a big plus for me, as i would like someone whom i can share my academic interests with. and i’d prob like someone who is a tad more extroverted than me to balance my reservedness. think golden retriever energy.

13. i would prob get one below my ear on my neck. i feel like its a cool enough place, and i can always hide it with my hair or makeup if necessary.

14. i am like halfway through owning a small business hah. at the moment, i’ve just been selling locally through crochet/knit commissions, but i am in the process of expanding to online! and, for anyone who is a mutual and interested, i might share my public insta acc for it via dm if you pinky promise not to share it linked to my tumblr ( it has semi - personal info )

[niksixx]

Close to Perfect

Requested: My idea 

Pairing: The Dirt!Nikki Sixx x Fem!Reader 

Description: Your baby’s father doesn’t show up to the birth of your son, so Nikki takes his place. 

A/N: As always, your support is incredible. Reblog, comment, add tags <3 

Y/B/N: Your baby’s name

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on google. Credit to the owner.* 

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In a room filled with three other people that are comforting you and doing all they can to make you feel safe, you’ve never felt more alone and afraid. Sweat slicks every crevice of your body as you try to focus on the nurses hooking you up to machines and not the bone crushing contractions you’ve been feeling for an hour.

Your due date wasn’t quite near, but your baby boy wanted to make his appearance to the world a bit earlier. Your water had broke suddenly in the kitchen as you were preparing dinner, almost dropping the butter knife as the liquid trickled down your thighs. In a panic, you called the only person you could think of in that moment: Your son’s father.

As he chose not to be in your son’s life, it shouldn’t have surprised you that he refused to bring you to the hospital either. Begging and pleading as the contractions grew more frequent and painful did nothing but cause him to hang up the phone.

The only other option at that time was to call a cab, tipping generously at the end as the cab driver had to deal with your moans and whimpers from the backseat. Luckily there was a nurse with a wheelchair waiting for you at the entrance to the hospital.

As the nurses finish adjusting the IV, you wiggle around in the bed to try and find a comfortable position. A growl erupts from your belly, and instead of being graced with substance, you’re presented with ice chips.

While the contractions were growing more painful, you still weren’t fully dilated enough to start pushing. You opted for the epidural, promising to yourself that your next pregnancy would be all natural.

After the nurses left to wait on other patients, the solemn reality hit you. You were about to become a first time mother, and you were going to have to do it alone.

Calling your child’s father was useless. He’d never show up. He didn’t care enough about the life he helped create, and you refused to believe that you even needed him there. You could do this just fine on your own.

And then the epidural had worn off and as you reached ten centimeters dilation, it was time to finally push. But as the nurses and obstetrician were helping you adjust for labor, your cell phone chimed next to you.

With a stretch, you clicked the speaker, hoping to make the phone call quick as you were only minutes away from your first push. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. You know that Def Leppard cutoff shirt I always wear?”

The doctor gives you a quizzical look. “Uh, Miss--.”

“Yeah, I do,” Trying to mask the groan of pain, you bite down hard on your lip. The intensity of the contractions is only growing stronger now, and you’re not sure how long you can last. “Listen, Nikki, now isn’t really a good time.”

“Wait, don’t hang up! I just need to know if I left it at your house last week. I can’t find it anywhere and Mick swears he didn’t steal it.”

Again, the doctor shoots you a look, one more annoyed this time. “Ma’am, we really need to--.”

“Nikki, I’m literally in the hospital about to give birth. Can the shirt wait?”

There’s a sharp breath on the other end after a long pause. Aside from your baby’s father, Nikki was the first person who had known about your pregnancy. You’d grown up together, and even visited Nikki and his band a few times while they were busy touring the world and playing music for anyone that’d listen.  “Right now?”

You nod. “Right now.”

He hesitates before asking the question he already knows the answer to. “Is he there?”

“No, Nikki. My water broke earlier and I called him to ask if he could bring me to the hospital. He hung up and I called a cab. Unfortunately, your shirt isn’t my main priority right now,” You laugh in good nature. Part of you is hurt, though. How could anyone neglect their responsibilities as a parent? How could anyone, any man, deny their child?

Neither one of you signed up for this life. The baby’s father had made it his priority to remind you that your child was merely an accident, and therefore he owed no responsibility for a child he never wanted.

Nikki had been more than a friend throughout your pregnancy. Caring for others was in his nature, apparently, but when it came to you, it felt different. He took care of you in ways he didn’t need to. Helping you bathe. Picking up food to ease your cravings. Holding you as you cried in his arms. He had always gone above and beyond for you even when he didn’t need to.

“I can be there in fifteen minutes,” There’s commotion on the other end of the line, most likely Nikki panicking to find his shoes and keys. Fifteen minutes isn’t ideal, and your doctor is certainly in a mood now as he stares at you with a blank expression, eyebrows pulled together. Another contraction hits and you grip the sides of your thighs tightly. “Y/N, I’m on my way. Don’t have that baby without me.”

~~~

Nikki is by your side shortly after your first push. Seeing him wide eyed and a bit frazzled eases your pain, and you’re glad he’s there now. You didn’t realize how much you needed his support.

“I’m here, I’m here,” He kisses your forehead quickly, reaching one arm around the pillow to cradle your head, other hand clasped tightly in yours. “Let’s have a baby, okay?”

You nod and focus on the doctor as he commands you to push. Unfortunately for the epidural wearing off, you feel every shred of pain. Sucking in a breath you push again and again, sweat beading your body as every ounce of energy is slowly being drained from your body.

“Baby’s crowning.”

Nikki gazes back at you, his look one of pure adoration. “You’re doing so good. Only a few more pushes okay? You can do this.”

His words make it feel possible. Your lips are dry so you lick them once before adjusting your grip on Nikki’s hand. “I can do this.”

“Ready, Y/N? And one...two...three…”

An ear splitting cry erupts throughout the room, and the weight is lifted off your shoulders as your squirming baby boy is placed on your chest. The blood and gunk on his tiny body isn’t even worth cringing over as you hold him against you. Tears course down your cheeks and drip off your chin, but Nikki is there beside you wiping them away, all the while completely mesmerized by your strength.

As much as you don’t want to let him go, you hand off your son to the nurses for a quick bath. Head against the pillow, your body is overcome with extreme fatigue. A hand comes up to your forehead, pushing the hair off your sweaty skin.

“I did it,” Pride swells in your chest. The morning sickness, the constant cravings, the heartburn, the back pain, everything was worth it. “I did it.”

And even pride swirls in Nikki’s heart. The road to your son’s birth hadn’t been smooth sailing. There were many bumps in the road, and Nikki knew more than anyone how much you had doubted yourself, your abilities to raise a child alone. But if anyone could overcome the adversity life threw at them, it was you. And you’d do it with passion and grace. “I’m so proud of you.”

~~~

Wrapped tightly in a white blanket, your baby boy is fast asleep against your chest. Your jealousy thickens as you observe his sweet little face sleeping so peacefully against your chest.

Almost as if he can hear your thoughts, Nikki pipes up from the chair by the window. “Are you tired? Do you want me to hold him?”

You’d have forever to hold your little boy, so you gingerly hand him over to an excited Nikki. After helping him reposition his arms to support the baby boy’s head, your own head sinks into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hi, Y/B/N. It’s me, Uncle Nikki. I’ve been friends with your mother for a while now, and I want you to know that you have the best mommy in the world.” Your eyes fly open as quick as they had closed, and the sight in front of you warms your heart. Pressing a delicate kiss to your son’s head, Nikki holds him close. “Somedays, she’s going to struggle though. And when she does, I want you to know that I’m always going to look after her. She can do this alone,” Emotion clouds Nikki’s voice. “But I want her to know she doesn't have to.”

Something in the atmosphere changes. The man in front of you cradling your son as if he were his own had transformed before your eyes. Your heart had always held a soft spot for Nikki, and growing up it wasn’t uncommon for adults to assume you were romantically involved. You’d always denied a relationship between you and Nikki, but as you stare at him softly singing a lullaby to your son, the possibility of you and Nikki entertaining something more than friendship rose to the surface.

“And there’s something I never want you to forget, little one,” Nikki speaks to your son, but his eyes, so full of something that can’t be described as anything other than longing, are zeroed in on your face. “Your mother, even with all her flaws, her quirks, and her insecurities, she’s as close to perfect as one can get. And to be loved by her is something out of a dream.”

[flying-elliska]

Just binge read the Bone Season series by Samantha Shannon and !!!!!! amazing. Now I want to yell about it for a bit, bear with me (essay incoming sorry)

- the concept already, urban fantasy dystopia, just feels both so fresh and so obvious it's surprising it's not more of a Thing, and the world building is next level. the modern technology + Victorian aesthetics is not just cool (although it is) it evokes the fact that Victorian England was a brutal, very unequal and fucked up society, so it really fits a dystopia. Plus Scion is also an evil empire that invades other countries, which is also thematically relevant, as is the fact that the MC is Irish.

- I'm obsessed with the concept of a magical mob and Underworld (unsurprisingly) and people who are pushed to the margins of society because their very existence has been outlawed and bond together to find freedom but are also forced to exist in a state of constant brutality and the damage it all does

- the first book throws a lot of plot and world building at you in ways that can be a bit overwhelming and confusing, and doesn't give you a lot of time to connect emotionally to the characters, so that took me a while, but it's really worth pushing through for, i love them all now.

- I love the main character, Paige, so much. she's a survivor ; clever, witty, action oriented and very down to earth ; she's also very competent in ways that feel earned, and interestingly flawed, not some gratuitous emotionless Strong Female Character with plot armor or a 'not like other girls' complex. She's proud and she has a mean, ruthless streak. She's brave, too loyal for her own good, and impulsive to the point of recklessness, and sometimes her gambles pay off and sometimes she has to pay a very heavy price for them (it made me yell at the page several times). It's really cool to see a female MC that is so invested in the politics of her world. I hate that so many female mains in fantasy or dystopia are these isolated loners who hate politics, only really care about a handful of people and want to retire to their husband/2.5 kids happy ending as fast as possible, with a plot-line that focuses over personal development rather than political goals, because it sends this weird message that women are not meant to be in the public space. (Not making this into a rant about the Shadow and Bone books but lol I could)

Paige has to shoulder massive burdens that nobody in their right mind should want and that's understandable, but you do get the sense that she enjoys being a criminal, running free and scheming and climbing over roofs and outwitting her enemies and sticking it to the government. She doubts herself sometimes, worries about people only valuing her for her powers, but she doesn't have a lot of time to waste on self-consciousness, angsting or moping about her feelings. It's very empowering to read. And she's fiercely compassionate in moments where it's actually very dangerous for her to be. She has this constant struggle between the part of her that finds injustice intolerable and the part of her that is grimly pragmatic. This is exactly what women in fiction have been excluded from for too long, complex dilemmas about action and morality taken seriously, not just love triangle shit. It's great. Although wow does she deserve a break. Ouch. Baby </3

- the world is incredibly fucked up but there seems to be no sexism/homophobia/racism, which is refreshing to read. the main romance is m/f but there's a lot of ambient queerness, just because and not to 'make a point' ; the author has confirmed that the MC is demisexual, her bff is gay, the love interest is pan, there's a badass trans commander/mob boss, you get randomly informed that this henchwoman has a wife or that this mobster is trying to save his boyfriend, it's great (and it's not a word-of-god after the fact thing like jkr it's actually shown on the page, they just don't use any labels)

- the main romance is a slow build that is very low-key at first, enemies to reluctant allies to friends to lovers, but becomes really powerful over time. the fact that the MC is demi means it can't rely on 'omg so hot i can't stop thinking about him!' clichés - nothing wrong with attraction at first sight but it often leads to lazy storytelling and irritating instalove, tell over show romances. the characters are drawn to each other but it's more of a meeting of minds and souls at first, admiration and common goals, and their actions are still first and foremost guided by strategy, not sentiment. (sidenote I've often wondered if i wasn't at least a little demi myself. that would explain why i have such high standards for credible romance lmao.) also there's a significant power imbalance at the start but it gets very much deconstructed before anything can happen and it's an interesting negotiation. Warden could easily have fit in the 'brooding immortal douchebags' category but there's an alienness and gentleness to him that lifts him above that, along with the respect and space he gives to Paige and their shared experience of trauma and hopes for a better world. Her hot-headedness and his calm, deadpan sort-of-humor play off each other really well. Also I love the idea that develops over the series that their connection isn't a distraction from their fight but that it makes them stronger and allows them to resist and find solace from the deluge of constant horror that is their world. their whole dynamic in s4...no words. also the second time i read a scene where one character is bandaging the other's wounds and there's touch aversion involved and like, I LOVE that.

- lots of complex different bad guys. some are just brutes, some are sadistic masterminds with superiority complexes, some are deceptive and manipulative and morally ambiguous. love that the Big Bad Guy is a woman - female characters being fully realized means that sometimes, they're just incredibly evil (as long as it's not tied to their gender, i love that). Paige and Jaxon's relationship is fascinating - he's a terrible, manipulative person but i do feel in his own way, he cares about her and wants to see her thrive ; but that's not necessarily a good thing as he sees it as a justification to make her go through awful things. She knows he's awful but she can't get over the fact that he took her in, taught her, believed in her and gave her a sense of belonging and freedom when nobody else did ; she was super proud of being his mollisher and it makes sense it would take time for her to rebuild her sense of self without that, on her own. I like that the ambiguity isn't resolved (it's also a very good illustration of how emotionally abusive parental dynamics can get their hooks in you). The fact that he's aroace really works there too, could have been a lot creepier otherwise and i feel that's really not the point.

- also it's really cool how each book really feels like its own thing, it never feels repetitive, there are huge twists and a shift of focus each time - the penal colony in Oxford in the first, the London Underworld in the second, traveling through England in the third, Paris in the fourth, etc. The pace is pretty breakneck and i wasn't bored for one moment - actually at times i would have liked more quiet moments w the characters. There are two novellas that focus more on that and the second one is an exploration of trauma and recovery that's particularly hard hitting and beautiful. The first book does feel like a beginner novel, it's a bit clunky in terms of exposition, pacing and character development etc ; and there are moments where all the violence and brutality feel a bit repetitive ; but overall the story builds up so beautifully and in so many complex ways it's just really worth it and it's not for nothing i read the four books and two novellas in five days. just have to wait for the next one now though argh

- anyway more people should read it

[cloud-9ine]

Roses are pretty cliché, don't you think? (pt 1)

⤷ pairing - bakugo katsuki x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - swearing, very slight angst

⤷ summary - bakugo was already out of his element when he went to buy flowers; so he didn’t take kindly to you criticising his preference for roses

⤷ word count - 2.2k+

⤷ notes - i have never written bakugo before and GOD is this hard. i imagine older him would be a lot calmer and a lot less quick to blowing something up but he still feels ooc. tell me what you think!

⤷ pt 1, pt 2

The card Bakugo held was slightly crumpled within his clenched fist. The pretty pastels evidently not enough to calm his fired nerves. It was Mina’s idea, he reasoned, she was the one that knew what girls liked. If anything went wrong, then it was her fault.

Although, if it was up to him, he probably would never apologise. 

Bakugo knew he was an asshole. He knew he fucked up. He also knew he would sooner die than admit it. It was a fatal flaw that he never fully grew out of, much to the chagrin of both himself and his friends. The self-loathing was hard to ignore in the dark veil of the night, nor the quiet light of the morning, when the tension lay as thick as the pillows that separated them.

“Pfft, you look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

He huffed at the words from the man next to him, the snicker that left his lips only serving to spike his emotions further. 

“Shut it, sparky.” Denki only regarded his insult with a small laugh, shaking his head lightly. 

“Come on, you don’t have to look so scared. (Y/N)’s super nice, not to mention cute as a button too!” he grinned, clapping a couple times out of excitement. Bakugo sighed, cramming the business card in his front pocket without care. 

“I don’t think Kyoka would be too happy to hear that.” Denki sniggered, waving a hand around dismissively.

“If I didn’t know my wife any better, I would say the same, but you and me both know that she’d agree with me.” The impish grin on his lips was enough to make Bakugo roll his eyes.

“Where is this place?” Denki didn’t fail to notice the way he changed the subject, but for concern of his own safety, he didn’t draw attention to it.

“It’s literally right there,” vermillion eyes landed on the building in front of him, a quaint shop tucked in between two office buildings. The outside was a remarkable shade of lavender, with a small chalk-board sign outside painted with bluebells woven between opening times. 

“Oh.” A light tinkle of a bell rang out from the door as Denki pushed inside the shop, a quirk that wasn’t commonly seen with more modern establishments. Immediately upon entering the threshold into the store, Bakugo was pummelled with the overwhelmingly cloying scent of pollen. 

Resisting the urge to cough out of a begrudging politeness, he looked around. It was a small place, with bouquets of all different colours and types jumping from the tables in a dazzling a bounty of delight. In the centre of the back wall protruded the front desk, attached to the left of which was a small glass case filled with sweet-looking pastries and cakes. There was a small table in front of it, lined with a chequered table cloth, and two beautifully crafted wooden chairs tucked underneath the table with care.

“Long time no see, Denki,” Bakugo’s attention snapped to the presence behind the counter, where you leaned on your elbows with an easy smile on your face. Muted pink blouse tucked into a high-waist black skirt partnered with a cute little bow wrapped underneath your collar of a similar colour and you were already beginning to remind Bakugo of someone he knew quite well. It looked like a uniform, but it was informal enough to appear flattering.

“(Y/N)! How have you been?” Denki cried, sauntering over to the counter with his arms thrown wide in the expectance of a hug. You laughed, accepting the gesture with little hesitation.

“You here to pick up your little birthday gift for Kyoka?” you questioned once pulling away, eyes darting over to Bakugo and narrowing for a second before quickly returning to the other costumer. He nodded exuberantly, bright beam on his face.

“Of course! I’m excited to see what you thought up,” you grinned with a small nod of acknowledgement. 

“Great, I’ll be right back.” With that, you shuffled to a door behind the counter, swiftly stealing away to the small room at the back of the store. 

“She has more flowers in there?” Bakugo muttered, brows furrowing. Denki hummed, leaning on the counter whilst idly tapping his cheek.

“Yep. Flowers everywhere here.” He only nodded, eyes returning back to his surroundings. In less than a minute you had returned, clasped in your hands a beautiful bouquet with the stalks wrapped in brown paper. All Bakugo could see was a mess of purple and white with an air of coordination that tied it together, but it was enough to make Denki squeal.

“Oh, that’s stunning! What flowers are they?” you smiled, placing down the bouquet on the counter in front of him.

“Well, Kyoka’s a simple lady, so I used purple irises as the centre piece-” 

“That’s her favourite flower!” you snickered, rolling your eyes at the blonde’s words..

“Well, duh? Are you really surprised that I remembered?” you shook your head before continuing, “It’s hard to find colours that go well with purple without it looking too unconventional, so I complimented them with baby breaths and white jasmines, and magnolias in the middle to bring out a contrast in the yellow.” Denki was already pulling out his wallet before you had even finished.

“This is perfect, thank you so much! She’s gonna love them!” your smile turned smug.

“Of course she is, there’s no way I could disappoint a costumer,” Bakugo didn’t fail to notice the teasing coo in your voice, a proud glow on your face that he recognised was often replicated on his own expression, “will that be all?” Denki shook his head, handing you an indiscernible amount of money which you accepted before pushing half back. It seemed not even years on Denki was able to do simple math.

“Not all! I want some cake and my friend Katsuki here needs his own flowers!” Bakugo lurched forward from the rough shove from Denki, sending him a venomous glare with a small growl. Your eyes were amused as they landed on him, a smirk pulling on your lips.

“Hey, nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugo.” Bakugo wasn’t surprised you knew of him (being an incredibly successful pro hero and all) but the lilt to your voice as you drawled his name didn’t sit right, as if you were goading him in to ridicule. 

“Likewise.” You delicately pushed aside Denki’s bouquet to fully face Bakugo, the former having already been distracted by the sweet treats in the case.

“What can I do for you?” He straightened his back, shoulders tensing. He didn’t exactly know what he needed, having only bought flowers once or twice before for his mum. It was an underlying itch of feeling out of place that brought his next words forth, an urge to leave as soon as he could. 

“Roses, I guess. Red.” You snickered, and Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, “What?” You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Roses are pretty cliché, don’t you think?” 

What.

Bakugo could feel the snarl that worked it’s way onto his face, a familiar tick of irritation welling up in his chest, only exacerbated by the mocking expression painted on your face.

“She’s right.” Denki called from his position crouched on the floor, gaze not even on him as he eagerly eyed a strawberry shortcake. 

“Didn’t need your input, dumbass!” He snapped, face heating at the bemused look on your face. It wasn’t often he felt embarrassed, and it was even less common that Denki would have a part to play in it.

“I’m just saying it’s better just to let her have free reign, that’s what I do.” Bakugo considered the words of his friend for a moment, before letting out a begrudging sigh, eyebrow twitching as he turned back to you. 

“Fine.” You tilted your head, leaning forward, similar to how his friend had stood earlier.

“So, why are you buying flowers?” Bakugo grunted, rubbing the back of his neck and averting his gaze.

“An apology gift. For my girlfriend.” You whistled, the noise pounding at the front of his skull.

“Damn, okay, how long have you guys been together?” Denki pulled out a chair, allowing Bakugo to sit down in front of the table as you pulled out a small notebook. 

“Since just after high school,” he muttered, resting his chin on his palm as he fiddled with the end of the table cloth, “it was great at the start but now we seem to be arguing more and more.” 

He shut his mouth. He wasn’t quite sure why he started to talk- it wasn’t like him to indulge a stranger in his life story. He bristled, resolve hardening.

“Why does it matter, anyway?” you hummed, looking around thoughtfully.

“Just trust the process. Describe this girl.”

“She would love this place.” Bakugo responded earnestly, a hollow laugh pushing past his lips as you nodded. It didn’t seem like much, but you got to work.

“Denki, pass me that bundle of tulips, please,” Denki nodded, obediently standing and pulling the tulips from one of the stands at the side of the room and pushing it towards you. You nodded your thanks, gaze returning back to Bakugo, who was watching you with a gaze eerily akin to suspicion.

“Look, this is gonna be a lot more awkward if you keep staring at me,” you grinned as he tutted, looking away. 

“I want that strawberry shortcake,” Denki exclaimed once you had settled again. Bakugo resisted the urge to roll his eyes while you just smiled. 

“Sure, let me get that for you,” you crouched down behind the glass case, “anything for you, Bakugo?” 

“No.” he responded, eyes narrowing at the cheeky smirk Denki shot at him. You pulled out the cake, rested delicately on a china plate with raspberry patterns coiled around the edge.

“Let me give you a drink, at least,” you offered, moving to the back room without giving him a moment to respond, and quickly reappearing with a teacup and saucer, “I had some lavender tea brewing. It soothes anxiety,” you passed the tea alongside the cake to Denki, who brought it back to their table with a grateful nod. 

Bakugo sighed as Denki placed the saucer down in front of him, a look of disdain on his face.

“Sugar’s on the table,” you called, snickering as you saw the small look of surprise on his face as he tasted the drink. Returning back to your work station, you fiddled with the tulips, taking some out and placing them in a glass vase. You moved out from behind the counter, flitting around the room and mulling over each flower.

Bakugo watched you with subtle interest, eyes narrowing when you shook your head or made a small noise of disdain. It was a fitting distraction from the loud mouthed Denki across from him, who was relentlessly chatting in between bites.

Seemingly having settled on several flowers, you moved back over to the tulips, weaving them together with pink and white bows in a way that Bakugo couldn’t begin to understand. 

The explosive blonde tended to pride himself on his achievements- his ability to become skilled in anything and everything carrying him through his life. But apparently flower arranging was where he fell short, and the annoyance of this fact making his nerves tick.

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed until you were done, hands never relenting even for a second as you worked, but it was evident that your project was finished when you took a step back to admire the bouquet. Your eyes flashed to him for a second, scouring his face for approval. 

Again, Bakugo didn’t really understand the big deal about flowers, but the passion in which you conducted yourself when producing them was something that he could respect. He stood, moving to get a closer look at what you had made.

“What’s in it?” you grinned, seemingly pleased at his fairly lackadaisical reaction. 

“Well, I used pink tulips as the base, and then I complimented them with white carnations and freesia. I didn’t want to add a contrast because if this is an apology, I wanted it to be fairly low-key, but still pretty. Do you like it?” He nodded, listening to the way you huffed in pride.

“Cool! Since it’s your first time, and because I like you, it’s free of charge, but just this once,” you gave him a pointed look, as if you were expecting to see him again.

“Thank you, I’m sure she’ll love them.” You nodded in acknowledgement, wrapping both bouquets in a protective layer before handing them out. Denki appeared beside you, accepting the flowers with a large grin. 

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N)! You’re coming, right?” 

“Yep, I’ll see you then,” you turned to Bakugo, eyes flashing with something he couldn’t discern, “I’ll see you later, too.” He huffed out something similar to an agreement, still unsure of his standing within your views. 

“Sure. Thanks again for the flowers.” Another grin.

“You’re welcome. Hope she likes them.” 

“Me too.” 

[dominikadecember]

Love Letter to Leverage

I discovered Leverage on accident. I was rewatching Angel and it was the episode where Lindsey sings and I decided to stalk Christian Kane because his voice is like hot damn hottness.

The bank shot job aired when I decided to give it a go simply cus Kane was in it and he was looking cute and adorable whilst beating up bad guys.

I sort of knew Timothy and Gina from some of their previous stuff but had no idea who Beth and Aldis were but it was still primarily because of Kane.

Then I watched the first episode and JESUS CHRIST! In every person's life there are shows/books/games/movies that they consider as iconic and as a part of their life, nearly like the characters are a part of their family. Leverage is one of those for me.

The dynamic from the very first episode is absolutely EXCELLENT!!! The characters are so well written (especially the female characters which is very high praise for male writers), the storylines are interesting and the comedy is excellent for a sarcastic little shit like me. The 'implied' OT3. The representation for everyone (it's not a coincidence that majority of the rich villains are old white men). The brilliant guest stars (@wilwheaton if you don't make a cameo in the revival we shall be devastated). Everything about Leverage is truly magnificent.

We got Parker who is an excellent little thief, looking cute as hell all the time with inept social skills. Brilliant! Not only that but I connect with her want for money on a very special level.

We got Hardison who comes off as this player but changes that stereotype the moment he smiles like the precious baby angel he is and utters the most beautiful words; "Age of the geek, baby."

We got Nate. A dysfunctional alcoholic who lost his son and brings the team together. What's to say about Nate? He's an asshole, pure and simple. His behaviour is never excused though, the team don't ignore it, acknowledge he has a problem and get on with the job. The thing that makes Nate special though? He can see the good in people. He can see the injustice in the world and very reluctantly wants to do something about it. He's not my favourite but when he has those good moments, they are incredible.

We got Eliot who I adore already because of the Kane factor. Eliot Spencer is a man destroyed by the brutality and realities of the world and still manages to keep his heart. He is so complex and there's so much we don't know about him still and we probably never will because his past his so painful and horrible but he doesn't stop fighting to rectify the wrongs of his past. He protects those he loves and flips his gorgeous hair whilst doing it.

And then we got Sophie Devereaux who makes the team a complete set. She is sexy, she is beautiful, she wears so many different masks that when she wants to reveal her true self, that is one of the most difficult things she can do. Sophie strives to find true happiness outside of being a grifter and her journey searching for herself is absolutely mesmerising.

God this show is so brilliant and it taught me so much about loving myself, flaws and all. It taught me that for every oddball there is someone who will appreciate them and most importantly, it taught me that family does not need to mean blood.

I never expected this show to make it past season 1 because it was just too damn good!!! But not only did it get renewed for 4 more seasons, it got a revival. With brilliant additions who fit into the team seamlessly. I knew Noah would cus his work on the Librarians was a big hit but Aleyse is such a cutie!!!! I am so happy she's on here and I hope her career will become such a big success like her 'Leverage big bros'. (Seriously proud of Aldis and how far he's come)

We're only 8 episodes back into this world but it feels like a hug enveloping me coming back to these wonderful characters. It's a show that deals with how the world is specially designed for the rich and the unfairness of it all. It deals with real emotional issues, it deals with regret over our pasts and it has brilliant one-liners whilst doing it!

I'm just so fucking grateful for this show.

[adonis-koo]

hi missy!!! this is literally so random but when I first got on tumblr you were the first blog I ever followed or read. And the first story I ever read was Nerve (which I know was your baby fic🤧). Anyways reading nerve really made me fall in love with your writing and story telling skills. Your writing has been there for me during some of life’s most trying and difficult times and has a special place in my heart 💗💗I really just wanted to thank you for being such a hilarious and kind individual but also thank your for writing some incredible stories. I haven’t visited your blog in a bit bc finals and college have been a pain in the ass but last night I finally got the chance to read the first 2 chapters of your revamped Nerve. And I just want to say that they were truly amazing and do the characters and original story justice. As an avid reader and fanatic of yours, it’s been exciting to see how much you’ve grown as a story teller. And I just wanted to share this thought with you and let you known how proud I am of you and how much your writing means to me 🥹🥰🤧☺️

!!! OMG 😭😭 the fact that you’ve been here since my first fic is so crazy to me! It’s been a crazy 4 years and I can’t tell you how honored I am that you loved NERVE even for all its flaws and dryness haha! Just the fact that you saw the vision I was pursuing and stayed makes me so happy! I’m really happy to know that my writing helped you through thick and thin, of course life causes us to pause on the things we enjoy but just know my blog will always be here even if you aren’t able to read regularly! 🖤

AGHHH this makes me wanna pick back up on writing NERVE! 🥹 even with it revamped it just didn’t have enough feedback from people for me to feel encouraged that the series would do well but honestly, I hope in the future I can continue to write it even if it doesn’t have the audience I wish it did because it is truly one of my favorite concepts I’ve ever written for! 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much for all your kind words I can’t begin to even tell you how much they mean to me, I’m constantly striving to improve so to hear this just makes me so happy!

Thank you for sticking with me over the years and enjoyed my works and I hope I continue to write things that you and many others enjoy! 🖤🖤🖤

[jaehwany]

gifmaker appreciation tag

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LINK A GIFSET…

Link a gifset you’re really proud of:

blending is something i always try to do and then give up halfway into the first gif so i’m proud of myself for giving it another go for this vincenzo set. helps that it’s a really dark scene so i could hide all the flaws XD baby steps! also i just think the parallel with the hug and bloody hands and the villain quote is genius ok.. my mind 😌

Link a gifset where you tried something new:

i tried to play around with colourful gradients for this vincenzo set and i’m pretty happy with how it turned out

Link a gifset that features your favorite character or celebrity:

he’s just a baby 🥺️

Link a gifset that you want more people to see:

maybe this atots one? 

Link a gifset that you had fun making:

i always enjoy making comp sets but then it gets to the part where i have to match the colouring across the gifs and then i start questioning everything.. this move to heaven one was pretty fun tho! their sibling energy <3

Link a gifset that you created as part of a meme, challenge, or series:

i put quite a lot of thought into this one for the ‘characters i see myself in’ challenge

Link a gifset of yours that makes you smile:

too many bc i usually like giffing the cute/comedic moments the most! i’ll pick this atots one!! i mean just look at them 🥺️

Link a gifset that you made for someone else:

i made this into the ring set and this do you like brahms set as part of last year’s kdrama secret santa exchange 🎅💝

TAG SOMEONE WHO…

Tag someone who inspired you to start making gifs:

i’ve been on this hellsite for more than a decade so it’s hard to remember why i started making gifs or who inspired me. i took a break for awhile but it was 2gether and the lovely fandom on here that got me to start giffing again at the beginning of quarantine last year :D

Tag someone who makes great vibrant gifs:

@cuddlybitch @mercurialhigh @metawin @alienwlw​ do absolute MAGIC with their colours and i’m always in awe!!!! @gimme-a-chocolate​ also makes such great vibrant gifs 😍

Tag someone who makes great pale/pastel gifs:

i’m not sure if it counts as pale but @ramsking has a very soft distinct colouring that is gorgeous <3  

Tag someone who gifs for a fandom you love:

@becomeundone for run on, vincenzo and cherry magic 🥰️🥰️🥰️ not forgetting @yesdramas for general kdrama fandom and @earthmixs for general thai fandom (and now kdramas too hehe)

Tag someone who uses text/typography really well in their gifsets:

definitely @baijingting and her devastating quotesets 💔 and i love how @deokmis​ is always experimenting with different fonts and styles! also in general the s&b and jatp fandom on here are sooo impressive

Tag someone who motivates you to step up your game:

@mostlyfate and @gominshi for sure!! always incredibly stunning and creative gifs✨

Tag someone who you have taken inspiration from:

i get my inspiration from all the wonderful people i follow so it’s hard to just pick one. but recently i’ve been going into the sabedit and litedit tags to admire everyone’s works and find inspiration to improve my sets

Tag gif makers who you admire and appreciate! (Put as many people here as you want!):

some have already been tagged before but i wanted to show my 💗 anyway! @moonlightsdream @baek1nho @uppoompat @liveasbutterflies @surii @ipytm @florenzim @dramaism @haeyeongs @gangtaes @kojiseok @oh-aew @ficklefackle @winar @thingskateknows @gongmyung @minhyowon + the ones i already mentioned above!