#it is just so constant... and it should be. there isnt a moment of rest of the people there.

[nectarine-neuroticism]

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[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

could you do sero, kaminari, and kirishima (all seperate) comforting an s/o who struggles with major depression? she masks really well so no one knows she’s struggling to feel any sort of emotion at all, but whenever she messes up or doesnt get a good grade, everyone around her calls her lazy, says she isnt trying hard enough. i’ve really been struggling with this lately. thank you <3

Sero, Denki & Kirishima with s/o struggling with depression - headcanons

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Sero

Late at evening, in the quiet corners of the shared dorm, Sero notices your distant gaze as you stare blankly at your textbooks.

Sero sits down beside you. "Hey, you okay? You've been kinda distant lately."

You offer a weak smile, "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

Sero isn't buying it. He wraps an arm around your shoulder casually, "Come on, spill it. You can't fool me, Y/N."

You take a deep breath, unsure if you should open up, but his easygoing demeanor encourages you. "It's just... I'm struggling, Hanta. People think I'm lazy, but it's like I can't feel anything."

Sero listens attentively, understanding dawning on his face. "You don't have to carry all that alone, you know? We're here for you, me and the others. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning, and everyone thinks I'm lazy or not trying hard enough when that's not the case... I feel trapped... And I didn't want to be a bother."

Sero leans in, offering a comforting hug and a little peck to your cheek. "Y/N, lend me your ear for a moment. You're genuinely one of the most resilient individuals I've ever known, and I truly admire that about you. Life has a way of throwing challenges our way, and despite our best efforts, there are moments when achieving top grades or succeeding in every aspect seems elusive. But you know what? That's absolutely okay! You deserve kindness from yourself, especially during those times. Embrace the imperfections, and be gentler with your own journey. I love you for who you are. And you're far from being a bother to me."

A gentle smile graces your lips in response to your boyfriend's heartfelt words as you gaze at him. "You're always so sweet to me, Hanta…"

He smirks, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I can appreciate every bit of you, imperfections and all. To me, you're perfect with every single one of them."

Denki

Kaminari notices your distant demeanor during class, and one day, after a particularly tough exam, he catches you alone in the courtyard. "Hey, you okay? You seemed kinda down in there."

You brush it off, "Just stressed, you know? College is tough."

Kaminari grins, "But seriously, if you ever need to talk, I'm here, babygirl." The gravity of the situation you're currently facing hasn't fully dawned on him yet.

It takes a while, but one day, you find yourself sharing your struggles with him after the lectures. "People think I'm not trying, but it's like I can't find the energy to care."

Kaminari's eyes soften. "You're not lazy, okay? Sometimes things get tough, but you're not alone. You have me by your side, yeah?"

"I understand, but you've got your own burdens to bear, and I don't want to pile on more…" you murmur, head bowed, as you both walk back to the dorm hand in hand.

Kaminari's hand tightens around yours, his fingers entwining with yours. "Sweetheart, you should have shared this with me sooner. I'd find a way to support you. Promise me, never keep things from me, alright?"

"But, Denki…"

"Shush, shush, baby."

As you share your struggles with the constant pressure and the fear of judgment, Kaminari offers a supportive smile. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm not the brightest either, but it's okay. We all have our strengths. It doesn't define you."

Denki comes to a sudden stop, gently drawing you into a warm, encompassing hug. His arms wrap around you snugly, and he rests his chin tenderly on top of your head. "I have complete faith in you. You're incredibly intelligent, and I beg you not to be too harsh on yourself, my beautiful smartie."

Gently cradling your face in his hands, he guides your gaze towards him. Leaning in, he tenderly presses his lips against yours, savoring the moment. Breaking the kiss, he whispers softly, "You can count on me. I'm here to support you."

Eijiro

Kirishima, ever the embodiment of strength and resilience, notices the subtle signs of your struggle. One day, after a training session, he catches you on your way out. "Hey, mind sparing a moment?"

You hesitate but decide to open up. "It's just that people think I'm not trying hard enough, and it's hard to prove them wrong, Eijiro."

His sincere concern is evident as you share your feelings. Kirishima nods, understanding. "I get it. But you don't have to prove anything to anyone. You're the best the way you are. We're a team, and I've got your back."

It takes time, but you slowly unravel more of your struggles to him. "I'm just so tired all the time, Eijiro."

Kirishima places a hand on your shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. The red-haired man nods, understanding the pressure to always appear strong. "You don't have to carry it all alone, you know. It's okay to let someone in."

As you emerge from the locker room, having changed into your regular clothes, you find Kirishima standing in the corridor, leaning casually against a wall.

His eyes light up as he spots you, and a warm smile graces his face. "There you are, sweetpie! Come on! I'm taking you for mochi!" he declares, enthusiasm evident in his voice.

A slight frown caresses your forehead as you consider the time constraints. "But we need to get back to the dorm…"

Kirishima reassures you with a playful grin, "Don't worry, I talked with Aizawa-sensei, and we have an hour. So, better let's move!" His excitement is contagious, and you find yourself unable to resist the invitation to a spontaneous mochi adventure.

On the path to the quaint restaurant nestled just around the corner from U.A., Kirishima walks beside you, his hand firmly entwined with yours. Absentmindedly, he traces soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, a comforting rhythm in sync with your steps.

As you approach the entrance, he stops, turning to face you with a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I love you, Y/N," Kirishima declares, his voice a steady anchor. "It pains me to see that you've been concealing your true feelings for such an extended period, allowing the weight to accumulate within you. Please, always remember, you can come to me and share your struggles. I promise to be there for you, helping you find a way out of whatever challenges life throws your way."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

hihi!! saw that your request were open and wanted to request something!! anyways, fatui harbinger lyney has been living rent free in my head ever since he was said to be the knaves successor, and i was wondering if i could request a kitsune reader(male or gn idc) who's also a fatui harbinger(or just another member of the fatui either works), eating out lyney(ftm lyney lives rent free in my head) from under his desk while talking to his subcorditnates at some point(only if ur comfortable with that tho) thanks!! hope this isnt too much-

Furriendly Competition

Pairings: Lyney x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, switch!reader, trans/switch!Lyney, kitsune!reader, Harbinger Lyney & reader, exhibitionism, FWB, use of the term 'tdick'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Ohoho, a very intriguing request indeed. I can't believe I've never thought about trans Lyney before, the possibilities...my god... I need to write way more trans character content... 🤤 Anyways! I hope you like this, nonny! 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway as you strolled toward the tenth harbinger's office, a little bounce to your step while your lips curled upwards into a devious smile. Unbeknownst to him, you found out from one of his subordinates that Lyney was supposed to give an important mission briefing in his office soon. Some boring, secret stealth mission apparently, but it didn't matter to you. This was a perfect opportunity for you to enact revenge on the haughty harbinger after his incessant teasing the other day

The pyro wielding man thinks that he can embarrass you, the glorious sixth harbinger?! Not without retaliation! Oh no no no, this behavior will not go unpunished

The door to his office swung open, startling the harbinger seated at his desk. He glared up at you, his eye twitching when he realized who dared to barge in so rudely. “I don't recall asking you to come in here.” Lyney deadpanned

“That's not a very polite way to greet someone you know?” You feigned disappointment, stepping further into the room. A fluffy tail swishing behind you playfully as you placed a hand on his desk and leaned towards him a bit, your other hand resting comfortably on your hip

“Why are you here? I just so happen to be very busy at the moment.” His eyes narrowed, tapping his fingers against the wooden desk impatiently. Though you wore a smile, Lyney could read you too well to make the mistake of trusting that your intentions were innocent

“Come now, can't a man visit his favorite fellow harbinger when he misses him? Hmm?” The playful lilt in your voice only led Lyney to distrust your intentions further. Scoffing halfheartedly at the sentiment. From an outsider's perspective, it would seem as though the two of you clearly despised each other. What with the eye rolling, sneering, and constant bickering or teasing between two powerful harbingers. But this was not so. For if any of that were true, Lyney would have yanked his hand away the second your fingers delicately caressed his gloved hand, slipping into his grasp wordlessly

“Dearest Lyney, surely you know the current time, yes? Almost noon, which means it's almost lunchtime.” You leaned forward a bit more, casting a shadow over the smaller man as you continued, “And today I'm craving something sweet for lunch~”

Lyney's eyes widened, squeezing his thighs together as he understood what you meant by this. He opened his mouth to protest, the words dying in his throat as you untangled your fingers from his and slyly circled the desk, sliding his chair back and slinking underneath into the space where his legs should go

Swallowing dryly, he stuttered out a weak protest. “Y/n...you can't I–” Lyney glanced up at the office door, “We won't be alone for much longer.” You laughed coyly, yanking his chair back towards the desk and nearly tossing him out of it in the process, slamming his hands down as he braced himself. Licking your lips as his clothed pussy was that much closer to your face, the scent downright intoxicating to your sensitive nose

“I know. That's exactly why I need this right now~” Your hands grabbed his inner thighs, spreading his legs apart and causing him to whine and scoot his hips forward slightly when he felt something drip out of his entrance. Rubbing your thumb along the center of Lyney's clothed cunt, you pressed against the wetness accumulating in his underwear, eliciting a shrill cry from the human

His labored breathing filled the room while you slowly undid Lyney's belt. He lifted his own hips up to allow you to slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles, your eyes flashing with desire and mischief all the while

“You...you're insufferableaaaAAAHH—!! ” The tenth harbinger moaned when the flat of your tongue licked over his bare cunt, his sweet juices coating the wet muscle deliciously. Your hands gave his thighs a good squeeze, locking eyes with him while your lips wrapped around his little tdick and sucked on it, causing him to yelp at the sudden sensation

After a few minutes of making Lyney's eyes roll back into his skull, you released him from your mouth. “Fix your posture, little one. It's about time for your subordinates to march in here, yes?” You reminded him, stroking his tdick with your thumb and forefinger. “Oh, and you should keep your chair tucked in unless you want them to see me devouring you~”

Lyney was about to retort when the door promptly swung open, several Fatui grunts making their way into the office just as you knew they would. The one who was most likely the leader of this group spoke up, announcing his name and reporting for duty. The squirming harbinger seated above you cleared his throat, shifting in his seat in an attempt to compose himself. “Right, le-et's cut to the chase. Unf...” Lyney struggled, leaning his elbows onto his desk in an attempt to hide what was happening underneath. “This mission is...extremely important... mmm shit. ”

Curses slipped through his teeth while your tongue licked over his folds, adding to the wetness that was already leaking out. Lyney's hips jerked forward when you dipped into his entrance, which only caused your tongue to plunge in deeper. Tasting his sweet cunt as he futilely tried to speed through this briefing. “A-and...the other half of you will stake out the north e-end, understood?”

The soldiers nodded their heads in affirmation, some of them exchanging glances with each other as their boss stumbled over his orders. It was clear that something was up, though no one had figured out the details yet. One of the men spoke up, concerned about the boss's heavy breathing and clenched fists. “Um, sir...? Is everything alright?”

Lyney glared at the grunt with half-lidded eyes, barking back an, “I am fiiiiinnee aaahh—!! ” Slamming his fist on the desk and squeezing his eyes shut while your fingers rubbed against his soaked pussy quickly, filling the room with loud wet noises that definitely reached the grunts' ears... The men stared at their boss in shock, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as some of them figured out what was happening

“Y-you have...aah...your orders, d-don't you?” The harbinger panted, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face. The leader of the grunts swiftly confirmed the question. “Then don't slack off, get to w-work...” Lyney commanded, hurrying the men out of his office before they witnessed anything else embarrassing

At the sound of the door closing, you swiftly wrapped your hands under Lyney's thighs and pulled him closer, eating out his cunt with fervor while your nose was buried in his blond pubic hair, sucking in the juices that leaked from his aching cunt until he came in your mouth. Your ears twitched as he brushed against them, tangling his hand in your soft hair as he screamed in ecstasy, “Aaahh! Cumming!! ”

Lyney flooded your mouth with his wetness, thrashing about while you kept your lips suctioned to his pussy, swallowing everything that the harbinger graced you with. Moaning against his lips as you breathe in his delicious scent, continuing to lap at his pussy even as Lyney tries to squirm away due to overstimulation. You simply hold his hips still and lick every drop of cum out of his pulsating hole until the little one begs you to stop, whining and gripping the arms of his chair until his fingers ache, “Ple-ease y/n– 's too much...n-no more...”

Leaving a single wet kiss on his tdick, you finally take pity on your comrade, detaching from his overstimulated hole and letting him catch his breath. Lyney's body immediately slumped in the chair, his head fell forward and a whine escaped him as a sliver of embarrassment reached his hazy mind at the realization that his subordinates probably heard him cum as they were leaving... a thought that caused a lovely rose tint to dust his cheeks

“Aw, little one, you're blushing~” Your purred, rubbing Lyney's thighs and licking the remnants of him off of your lips. “I hope you enjoyed that, because next time it will be you on your knees. See you during our next sparring match~”

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

[notthestarwar]

Jango part 2

The center of every tragedy is the image of a human being who has already died but keeps talking 

-Michael Kinnucan

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Fox

Cody

Boba

Kix

Obi Wan

Anakin (1 2 3 4 5)

Jango (1 2 3 4 5 6)

Clones

Is Jango a father to the clones

some more on Jango

so like survivors guilt is a pretty key part of my view of jango. i think that in surviving, first his parents and sister (as far as he knew), then Jaster, then the rest of the Haat’Mandoade, and this all happening in really short sucession followed by a majorly traumatic few years when he’s in slavery, would mean that he doesnt really get a chance to process any of his grief. he’s getting all those normal irrational thoughts all of us get when we lose someone (could i have saved them, what could i have done differently, what if i’d gone in their place) but just isnt given any space to work through them, which i think would result in him clinging on to some of them and them kind of getting magnified, and almost mutating in to something even more harmful that he carries for all of those years.

so the thing about this survivors guilt is i like to think that he has this idea that by surviving, he has stolen the life from them. had he died on the farm, maybe his sister would have survived. had he gone in jasters place, maybe jaster would have survived, and he’s convinced, convinced, that this survival is wasted on him. he isnt a good person. had one of them survived, they would have done great things. but all he’s good for is getting people around him killed. i think by the time he gets off the spice ship, he is beginning to see his constant ability to survive against the odds, as something of a curse. he’s cursed to watch everyone around him die, every time.

he considers himself to be half dead and because he believes this, he doesnt consider himself to have the kind of life that he might control. he doesnt get wants, he doesnt get to choose how things go, its just about seeking this vengance for those that did die, as way of apology for having survived them. her has so much choice, and we see him make the worst ones time and time again, but i dont believe he really considered himself to have any say in any of it. he should have died all those years ago, but he didnt so now he’s just waiting for the inevitable, he’s waiting for fate to finally catch up to him, once it’s done torturing him by killing everyone else first.

he doesnt think he has a choice, so theres no real accountability there for what he does. he doesnt think this is a mission he’s chosen, rather, its the only way he can do right by the dead and so, he is ruthless in his execution. all the love he had for them is fed in to this violence as he sees ‘their deed’ done. but obviously. they are gone. whatever he might think, it is jango calling the shots. nobody asked him to do any of this, he just decided.

i think that Boba comes from a moment of weakness, and from there, a spiral of many more. he doesnt think that he gets to want things. but he asks for Boba and once he has him he cant let go. i think that the idea of loving someone scares him, Boba is only another person he can potentially lose. he’d sworn to never love again and yet, here he is with Boba and now he has him, he can’t possibly give him up.

i think that in a way, jango always knew that he was going to die. he was mixed up in the kind of thing that no person survives. he was a loose end and he was far too intelligent not to realise that.i dont think that he saw any alternative to him dying and i dont think he necessarily grieved the fact that he was leaving Boba alone. i think for Jango, he didnt think he was particularily good for Boba, he just wasnt strong enough to let him go. people that jango loves die, so i think that he would consider dying first, to be the only way he could save Boba. i think that he would consider his own death being the only way he could set Boba free, as to walk away from a love he considered selfish, would take a strength that he didnt believe himself to have.

i think that by the time he dies, this whole world view he’s build up is crumbling around him. because his love for Boba, serves as a conflict when it comes to the belief that he is a dead man walking, a ghost. after being recruited as the template, he builds himself a maze of rational as for how he is doing the right thing, the only thing, how he has no choice, but i think that as the years go on its getting harder and harder to maintain that. it cant last forever and trying to keep it all standing, trying to maintain that suspense of belief, is tiring. he knows it cant last and so in a way, he welcomes death. its been a long time coming.

[darlinguistics]

hey guys happy holidayss~ i know a rambley lil impromptu post-festivities inebriated post isnt very studyblrcore of me but i hope you guys see me not just as a studyblr but as a cool older cousin type, or if youre older than me, then as an angel sent to heal your inner child with nonserious-serious vibes and nihilistic optimism <3

speaking of new years i wonder if i might end up making this blog a bit more langblr-y next semesterrr, i think im about decent enough in korean to feel okay making more content about/in it. or if im not then im gonna start aiming for it more lol!!

im hoping to make my korean studying more consistent and almost mundane or like low pressure, so that instead of cramming and hyperfocusing on it a lot and forgetting my other classes i can just make studying habits part of my routine and a constant so i can have better focus when i work on other things, if that makes sense idk if i explained that well. but i also reallyyyy love learning korean so the hyperfocusing will still happen lol

i really wanna write more this year both personal journaling and practice/hobby journaling for korean plus my academic/intellectual thoughts?? i never like really write those down and i wonder why not. i also want to be off line more and i feel like getting better at irl communications helps that a lot even if its just personal journaling no one else reads. its a good to remind myself that i can articulate myself if i try lol

ooh and i want to become really good at pilates idk, somethings been awoken in me this last month about it, and its been too long since i had a hobby that was physically active like that so i am restless lol. so ig it doesnt have to be pilates if i get bored and try smth else thats cool too

hm what else. idk i just kinda wanna be more expressive yknow, in minor and major ways. i have a lot a of thoughts on this idk. or maybe its an unmasking journey im on. oh shit no im def on a trauma-reprocessing journey i forgot thatll be a doozy lol. but! im growing so much~ did u know that avoiding discomfort is actually not the point of life? and that sometimes good things and right things that have to or should happen, are uncomfy? and that doesnt mean theyre bad or wrong? did you know pain ends and believing yourself to be able to survive painful things is actually so fucking important? im trying to learn those things lately. that tragedies are still worth telling.

alright. ill shut up now ty for humoring me. whether or not you celebrate things this time of year i hope you are comfy, i hope you find moments of peace and joy however small or private, i hope you reach out to people or the universe or whatever it is you need. ive been really grateful for my experieces w this blog this year <3 rest well and take care everyone!

[sorikkung]

HELLOOO AGAIN IM BACK AFTER FINISHING ACT THREE frankly forgot to do my post on act 2 bc i just kept reading without realising i was on act 3 already until i opened the first chapter of act FOUR... lmfAOoo so this ones gonna be extra long i hope you have time 🫶 i only pray that i give enough context in my ramblings for you to know which scenes im talking about sDFJKHSKJDFH

im suddenly making the realisation reading chapter 11 that hongjoong probably knew about the papers the whole time, didnt he. san probably told him about them and they decided to use him to gain her trust, didnt he. oh my god. oh my goddd that interim chapter fr changed EVERYTHINGGGGG

“It will probably be hard for you to be on a ship full of men and testosterone. Not to mention we’re all criminals of the government. But if you do need anything, my door is always open. Not just as a doctor. Although as a doctor, I can provide some relief for other… frustrations you might have.” “Don’t look so embarrassed,” Yunho chuckles. “It’ll make me act up.” I SWEARRRR MC STRONGER THAN I FOR NOT CAVING A LONG TIME AGO honestly im surprised she never took him up on that considering how she was clearly flustered by his constant flirting, Did acknowledge his attractiveness and seems to be the type to go fuck it and sleep around a bit. guess the others had her satisfied and it was more abt the circumstances leading up to it that just never happened favourably for yunho but like, damn, lowkey wish all this sexual tension between them lead anywhere KSJDFGKSDKFGS not @ me here just like. yeah i think mc should fuck everyone in the crew i just think she deserves it actually. LMFAOOO i mean thats just my horny ass but i suppose shes only ever been sisterly to the berserker bros theyre cute. but like, the rest of them… and hell, you say this story is only one third done…. theres ways to go still- SDFKJGSKDF

"Part of you does feel guilty for looping Yunho in with the rest of the crew, labeling him as an awful criminal who can’t be trusted, when Yunho’s only crime seems to be his audacity." THIS IS TAKING ME TF OUT HSJKDFGKSFDGKJSFD

WOOYOUNG MY BELOVED IM SO SORRY. THIS HITS SO DIFFERENT NOW IT AINT JUST BC SHE BROKE HIS NOSE IS IT......

I FUCKING FORGOT HOW HEARTBREAKING THIS CHAPTER WAS FFFFFUCKFKKFKF

THE KISS

the fucking MASSIVE dick energy of this part gives me SHIVERS... and i think its a really good look at what kind of man hongjoong really is, in such a small moment. hits harder on the reread tbh like oh no this isnt just intimidating pirate captain w a heart of gold 300k words later no this is exactly the kind of man he is

im sorry but this is sooooo sexy. red flags all around this man but red is my favourite colour all of a sudden 😍

hongjoong on top of me is a mental image i will relish even more the second time 🤤

good god i forgot how good the hongjoong/ghost dynamic was from the start. like it got real Juicy later but i was so focused on san and seonghwa around this point in that this scene didnt linger on my mind that long but i rly do love seeing these two work together its so fun

god this torture scene is just as gut wrenching the second time round especially knowing that it gets repeated again i AGH [CHEWS SHEET METAL]

"What the fuck are you?" "I'm merely a ghost." STILL FUCKING HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITS ON FUCKING GOD BRO ONE OF MY FAV LINES, MCS ENTIRE EXCHANGE WITH CARA HERE IS SO FUCKING CHEFS KISS, THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE

i understand Why but i lowkey hate how san snaps her out of it bc DESERVED, BITCH, GO CRAZY, GET HER ASS, I LOVE IT WHEN WOMEN GO APESHIT!!!!

taskmaster of the EURYDICE... wait now that i actually know abt orpheus and eurydice i have more context here. did you choose that title because its what kept san looking back this whole time?? thats such a fun little tidbit omg

THE WAY THAT WHAT HE SAYS RIGHT BEFORE HE PRESUMEDLY THINKS HES ABOUT TO DIE FR IS THAT SHE DID WELL. IM GOING TO BITE THRU CONCRETE

SEONGHWA REASSURING HER RIGHT AWAY

“You aren’t doing yourself any favors with that ego." oh but she is, seonghwa, she absolutely is, she is winning my heart with it

"A black hood over his face, but you knew exactly who he was." OR SO YOU FUCKEN THOUGHT!!!! SJFDHKGJKADFKGJAKJDFGSDF FUCK

"So why was Seonghwa so desperate for you to rely on them?" me reading this the first time like BC HE CARES DUH!!! MAYBE HE ALSO HAS A PATHOLOGICAL NEED TO BE NEEDED BUT HE DEFINITELY CARES!!!! and now im sitting here like. BECAUSE THEY NEED YOU. FUCK

DID MC INSTANTLY CALM DOWN BC THE TOUCH WAS COMFORTING OR BC OF THE SIREN CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM...... FUCK

"It’s like magic the way even just that slightest touch brings you out of the anxiety and refocuses your thoughts." YEAH. LIKE MAGIC. OR A SIREN. IDK.

GOD YOURE JUST LIKE HONGJOONG... THE PARALLELS... minus the bar scene earlier did this ever end up happening bc i would still like to see it. god tho i LOVE the too similar to get along so they butt heads instead trope. red flags be damned I NEEDA SEE THESE TWO TOGETHER SO BAD HDKSHSJHDJF

edit: going thru and copy pasting these from my private discord channel into this post is so funny to me bc these were all taken like days even weeks apart i completely did not realise what ive already said and also the screenshots changing from ur blog on desktop to now goth rave theme on mobile is just. i find great amusement in it. anyway back to the livereacting

tfw he DOES have ulterior motives..... AAAAAAAAAAA FUCKING HELL THE FORESHADOWINGGG

OUGHGHGHHG THE COMFORT SCENE WHEN SHE SEES SAN AGAIN IS RIPPIMG MY HEART OUT IM DRY CRYING INTO MY PANCAKES RN FUCK. IF U COULD SEE THE STATE IM IN.

i actually cannot be eating while reading this shit i am way too engrossed in it my pancakes r going cold HDJHSJSGDHFBF

"Wooyoung is his weakness, and they both know it. Part of Wooyoung fears that one day Yeosang will decide that he doesn’t want to have such a great weakness like Wooyoung around any longer." WHAT IF I JUST

moc!woosang is my fucking WEAKNESS i fucking forgot how much that chapter completely fucking obliterated me oh my god i also forget they werent boyfriends yet im AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok not @ me reading more chapters and completely forgetting to note down any thoughts i had so theyre gone but onto twenty and "It’s been a few days since your awkward panic attack in the training room, but the mention of Kebos still makes you tense up, and your breath catches a bit in your throat. Jongho notes the way your shoulders lift, and his hand reaches down to the bench between you two, brushing over your knuckles just enough. You shift to look at him, lips pressed tight together, but he doesn’t look back at you. Instead, he keeps his eyes forward on Yeosang and Wooyoung as they continue their conversation." i remember jongho has some sorta berserker power to help carry the brunt of peoples emotions but i dont remember the details of it am i right in remembering he did it to ghostie a fair bit without her knowing bc she'd feel bad. was this that or just him being comforting. i'll get back to that chapter eventually but for now there is today's Thought

i love this exchange HKJSDFKJGKJSDF "you could break me" oh baby i sure could, but something tells me you'd like it- [TRAIN PASSES BY] AAANyways. no but fr when are we getting to peg him. kidding. haha unless? (im kidding but im not unless i am or im not <3)

JONGHOOO BELOVED JSDFGJSDFHJ god i always love their bantering they really are like siblings and i adore them. “Are you bragging about how you were dying in a crate for four days?” "Do I look like I can fit in a fucking crate?” “Do you think I just look at people and think ‘oh they look like they would fit in a crate’? That sounds like a psychopath.” are taking me tf OUTTTT

god i missed her interactions w seonghwa during this era of them sparring and fucking around like this pt.2 alas they were such simpler times... “I want no one else to be on the ship right now because I would love to fuck you into the mat. But, I suppose I can settle for a kiss instead.” forgot how got gotted i got by this mf my g o d 🥵

"So, I promise you – swear on my life actually – that I will not tell Hongjoong about you being a Siren.” guess thats not a broken promise if he already knew, huh 🥴🥴🥴

“He puts up a front. There are two reasons why this is so important and crucial to Hongjoong. One that he’s had long before I met him, the other that came about a year and a half ago. It’s not just about the treasure though, even if it seems like it." ok now THIS is interesting... two reasons huh. i still havent the slightest clue what they are but i will keep this in mind 👁️

HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY HE PROLLY FIGURED IT WAS SAN AT FIRST DIDNT HE SHDJFKGSKDFKGJSDFK

“Hey! Let me be fascinated by this new information because Lieutenant Stick-Up-His-Ass actually let loose enough to fuck around. That’s practically ground-breaking.” is this before seonghwa and hongjoong start fucking bc i wouldve figured he knew about seonghwa and hongjoong fucking. didnt all three of them know abt each other and thats why they have this weird tension??? or did that start later???

edit: this makes me wonder at what point all the crew started fucking bc didnt san say he'd slept with at least four of the crew members already it sounded like that was before mc came on board but like. unless????

this is just as funny as it was the first time round SKJDFKGSFDKG

GOD I FORGOT ABT THE FUCKING PARALLELSSSS UGH THEY WERE RLY ENDGAME FROM THE START HUH MOC!SAN MY BELOVED YOU ARE SO MFIN ROMANTIC.

see and this is where im just a little fucked in the head bc actually i think this is hot as fuck, HJASDJFKGJKAKJFGHAJKHFJKHASG

dang i dont remember what the incident w mingi is did we ever get to that or. i guess i will see! edit: we saw. SKDFHKDFS

her thinking of jisung as comfort makes me so fucking sad knowing where it leads. the only comfort she knows of her past actually being the cause of so much of her despair. at least by that point she has newfound comfort in san/seonghwa/etc but like man 😭 poor girlie been thru so much shit 😭

“Eavesdropping is bad.” “Have I ever really been good though?” episode 9435398495 of god i adore jung wooyoung.

"It's what you deserve." WATCH HOW HARD I CAN CRY!

oh my god wooyoung holding her hand I LOVE HIMMMM HHHH

wait yeosang became a slave too i did Not remember that... man wooyoung revisiting these memories w her while casually leaving her out of them that must be so hard for him ohhhh my fucken BABEY...

my god i am so fucking weak for that protective woosang scene the way that both of them were protecting her and not just yeosang dude my HEART.... i hate a damsel in distress but i Love a strong and capable character being protected Anyway even tho they know they can take care of it themselves just bc they shouldnt Have to and they care enough anyway like OUGHHHHH FUCK THAT SHIT HURTED I FORGOT IT HAPPENED

KJHSDKJGKSDFKGDF FUCK I LOVE YUNHOS STUPID ASS HE HAS NOTHING IF NOT THE AUDACITY AND I MISS THESE INTERACTIONS SM

NOOOO OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYNA JOG HER MEMORIES OH MY GODDDDD THIS REREAD HITS SO DIFFERENT

OH. OHHHHHHHHH 😭 😭 😭 FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. im assuming this is real but is it also deliberate? like its how he feels but he's also trying to make sure she stays. im climbing up the fucking walls

OKAY WAAAAIT BUT WAS THIS DELIBERATE. HAS HONGJOONG ALREADY FIGURED OUT THAT MC HAS A SAVIOUR COMPLEX AND IS TRYNA FEED INTO IT OR IS THIS HOW HE FIGURES THAT OUT LATER

“Why does he want to see me?” You ask, voice small and quiet. “Is it — does he know about… you know?” “I promised that I would never tell Hongjoong,” I PROMISED THAT I WOULD NEVER TELL HONGJOONG. NOT "NO, HE DOESNT KNOW." BECAUSE HE DOES. MOTHERFUCKER THAT WAS SO CAREFUL

sans lil confession plus head kiss followed right by seonghwas actual kiss this was the moment i decided polyamory was the only option and started digging my own grave. HKJKSDFHGKJSDFHGJKSFDJK its ok im prepared to lie in it ✌️

"I had no place being the captain. Someone else would be better, someone who was an Elitist." i forgot about this okay did mc just brush over how hongjoong is definitely not an elitist. what the FUCK is he still. me bets are still on normie but i am not entirely Sure

“It’s not necessarily my story to tell. Yunho needed – needs – me. And I needed a healer. Perhaps it was fate that brought us together.” damn is this backstory related or did yunho just fall in love with him straight away. AJKDSGJSDFKJJADFHKSJKHSK

hm i wonder if mingi killed his dad. or asked yunho to do it medically or sumn. 🤔 in that backroom…

hongjoong being so dodgy about what seonghwa means to him BOOO JUST ADMIT YOURE IN LOVE WITH HIM ALREADY

damn i forgot hongjoong straight up admitted he's deathly afraid of jin thats so juicy we've barely heard of him in the more recent chapters but hes def gonna come back eventually huh... thatll be... interesting...

"The more you think about it, the more similar you realize you and Hongjoong are. Time has been chasing you your whole life. The past rushing to catch up with you, and it seems that Hongjoong is in a similar position." THE PARALLELSSSSS OUGUGHHHHH GOD I LOVE PARALLELS!!!!!! edit: take a shot every time i talk about "THE PARALLELSSS" and die of alcohol poisoning.

"He’s holding you like you are something precious." OHHH MY GODDDD THERE IT FUCKING ISSSSSS i forgot how good the hongjoong/mc dynamic was from the very start bc i was more focused on sanhwa but man you can already tell without having to spell it out that hongjoongs approval is like crack to her. OHHH MY GODDDDDDDDD ITS SOOOOO UGH god this hits so different

GOD I LOVE THEMMMM I LOVE YUNHOS SMARTS AND ASS <3

havent they known each other for six years now? and hes still not used to calling him hongjoong? 🤔

“But it’s my fault that they doubted me. My abilities and my position as captain. They wanted Jin to take my place. If I hadn’t been born as a–” as a normie. right. as a normie who cant do anything like lead a pirate ship. right?

"It’s a moment of intimacy, but there’s nothing there except for a brotherly love and desire to comfort each other." oh damn that shit BROTHERLY huh. now that one didnt age well LMFAOOOOO

OHHHH WAIT DID JISUNG STEAL HONGJOONGS FILE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS.... DAAAMN I WONDER WHAT ELSE WAS ON THAT FILE... or what else was stolen w that file... it was shit that could take down the military right.... wait or did mc steal it. bc hongjoong says "he" but maybe they just didnt know it was mc... i just dont know if jisung was a particularly high ranking soldier?

anyway that wraps up my t h o u g h ts for the past couple acts that took a lot longer than i thought it would given... life n all and also i dont think my friends continued with it yet bc we've all just been so busy and friend number 2 in particular said that the interims particularly the mingi one gave them such potent depression that they needed to be Emotionally Prepared to dive into this fic again which LMFAOOOO FAIR I WAS LIKE. YEAH IF YOU THOUGHT THE MINGI INTERIM WAS DEPRESSION YOU AINT READY FOR THE REST OF THIS FIC MAYBE BUCKLE UP BABE. SDHFJGKSFGKJ but i will send an ask with their reactions when/if they pick it up again! as always hope youre having a looovely day and i will be off to act four <3

mists of celeste ➻ nineteen

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 5.0k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, ! depictions of a panic attack ! ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act three ➻ part one

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“Have you been sleeping alright over the past few days?”

You glance over at San out the corner of your eye, catching his stare on you as the two of you walk through the corridor. Your gaze flits away from his in less than a second, and you redirect your focus to the floor under your feet rather than on his concerned expression. Despite heading to two separate places, the two of you walk side by side as you approach the training room. Seonghwa is waiting for you there – another sparring session meant to be rehabilitation for your thigh – whereas San is going to eat in the mess hall.

“It could be better…” You admit, letting a small sigh slip through your lips, and you bring a hand up to your hair. “Yunho gave me some medicine to help me fall asleep and stay that way.”

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[the-jade-cross]

Come Back Home - Chapter 3

Fawn sat calmly in a chair surrounded by the snipers as Gally and Newt interrogated Teresa. Thomas was avoiding joining in the interrogation because he as well as everyone else knew that he still couldn't accept the fact that Teresa was a psychopathic traitor.....or at least that is what Gally called her and Fawn sometimes was apt to agree with him. When Teresa had woken up to her blindfold and gag removed, her eyes at once located Fawn, which was why the Snipers had wasted no time in surrounding the girl, not just to protect Fawn but also told down the red head in question should she feel the urge to murder Teresa.

"This isnt working," Newt said to the others, "if we want to access through the doors we will need to take her with us because she is the only one among us with fingerprint access."

"Not necessarily, we dont really need her," Gally observed. "We just need her finger."

Fawn stifled an amused chuckle when Gally picked up a small surgical knife.

"easy there big guy," Magnum said, placing a hand on Gally's shoulder.

"Diversion," Fawn said, immediately gaining everyone's attention. "Newt and Thomas go with Teresa to get Minho out and Gally comes with me."

"You can't do that!" Teresa objected, making Fawn roll her eyes, "The trackers in your necks will go off the moment you are within a mile of the city."

"Yeah yeah," Thomas sighed, "We know Wicked put trackers in our necks. That is what you are going to help us with. you have the counter code to prevent the trackers from blowing up so you are going to remove them for us. Gally and Fawn both dont have trackers so they dont need your assistance."

"But if they dont have fingerprint access they cannot get in without me! Besides what are they going to be doing if you and Newt are getting Minho?"

"I do not see how that is any of your concern," Brenda spoke up, venom dripping from her voice. 'YOu worry about getting them to Minho and if you betray them even slightly, your finger isnt going to be what you need to worry about losing."

Teresa rolled her eyes, "Fine. I need a knife and tweezers."

Gally untied her but stood right over her as she began to work on the trackers in Frypan, Newt and Thomas's necks.

"Brenda has recovered nicely I see," Teresa observed, trying to make small talk but Thomas tensed. "If you let me take a look at her I can see if she needs another dose soon."

"Don't even think about going near her," Thomas growled, shocking Gally who wasnt expecting that kind of reaction from Thomas. "Besides she is fully cured."

Teresa paused as she removed the tracker from Thomas's neck, "That's impossible. She would have had to be on the cure for the rest of her life."

"We told you already, we know what the cure is." Gally hissed, knowing full well that only Fawn knew the cure but she only knew in her memory before the maze which she was still lacking.

"Thomas there is no way one treatment could have cured her...." Teresa began but Thomas got to his feet.

"Shut up. You worry about helping us rescue Minho and then Gally is free to do whatever he wants to you."

As Newt and Frypan tied Teresa back up, Gally frowned to himself. What Teresa said did make him wonder. How did one treatment cure Brenda while Lawrence had to live off constant treatment? Not only that but when Puma said that Fawn had cured him.... if Fawn had leaked the cure information to Wicked because only they had the capacity to create the cure, how come Fawn managed to get her hands on the cure?

*******

"Thank you for helping me with this," Fawn said as Gemini handed her a paper bag, inside contained a rubber mask.

The humanoid smiled and nodded before holding out another bag which contained Wicked attire. Fawn slipped into a nearby room to change and when she emerged, Newt and Gally both jumped. Not only was she dressed like a Wicked surgeon but her face was also different with long blond hair, blue eyes and sharp features.

"Don't scare me like that!" Gally whined. "How come I didnt know these masks existed?"

"Miss Fawn didnt invent the transformer masks until one year before she entered the maze," Gemini told the boys.

"You just have all kinds of tricks up your sleeve dont you?" Newt smiled.

"Here," Fawn said, handing the two boys matching guard attire.

"One question though," Gally asked, "How are the two of us going to get in if Teresa is with Newt and Thomas?"

"I purposely didnt tell you guys earlier because if Teresa finds out, she could set off an alarm," Fawn whispered. "Teresa cannot use her card. She must use her fingerprint to open two separate doors. If she uses her thumbprint twice in the span of five ours , the system pauses for five seconds, long enough for me to hack the doors and get in before the system reboots. If she uses her thumbprint only once, it wont work so you have to convincer her. There are three separate doors you guys will pass through so you have limited chances."

"how could she set off an alarm?" Newt asked.

"She is already suspicious of where Gally and I will be. We will be trying to get into the holding cell where they hold the cure. If she knows what we are up to she can set off an alarm by using her pointer finger rather than her thumb which sets off an automatic code red."

"Sheesh. Wicked is seriously paranoid," Gally whistled. "So Newt and Thomas will try to get her to use her thumb twice. What happens if he fails?"

"I have a backup plan but I want to avoid using it if I can help it."

The two boys nodded, knowing that whatever it was, Fawn knew what she was doing.

"Miss Fawn," Gemini spoke, "Here is the mobile. It will give you access to all the security cameras."

Gally and Newt's eyes bulged at this advanced technology.

"It will shut off immediately after you have entered the holding chamber so that Wicked cannot track its signal or shut off access."

Fawn smiled as she pocketed the device. "Wicked may be paranoid but they like their holograms a little too much and they dont realize that holograms are the easiest thing to hack."

*******

"This is absolutely going to fail." Gally whispered as he and Fawn stood in the silent hallway, waiting for Teresa to give them access.

They had managed to bypass the doors that led from the garage into the hallway directly below the vault but if they wanted to continue into the vault room they needed fingerprint access to go further.

Fawn smiled at her best friend as she watched Teresa, Newt and Thomas on the security mobile.

"Okay they are approaching the first door now." She whispered, Gally rushing over to her side to watch as well.

They watched as Teresa reached into her pocket for her key card but Thomas purposely grabbed her arm, holding it as if in warning. they seemed to exchange a few words until finally Teresa used her left thumb to open the door.

"One down. they need to be careful because if they alert Teresa or if the security suspects that she is a hostage, we will be in deep shit."

The two watched as the three approached the next door. Right at that moment, a light began to blink on the mobile.

"Crap, someone is coming," Fawn whispered.

Gally hurried to the door on the opposite end of the hall and poked his head through the window. "I dont see anyone yet. We need to hurry this up."

"She used the key card," Fawn growled. "She is getting suspicious. We have one more chance."

"I see someone coming!" Gally whisper yelled back.

Fawn watched as Newt and Thomas tried to secretly get Teresa to use her thumbprint.

"Fawn!?" Gally hissed in her ear. "We need to go now!"

Fawn hastily snatched up her com link, "Newt, abort. Let her use the card."

Gally and Fawn saw through the mobile that Newt and Thomas immediately stepped back and Teresa used her keycard.

"Now what?" Gally whispered.

"Act natural." Fawn whispered as she tucked the mobile away and began punching in numbers on the touch screen before it suddenly asked her for her fingerprint.

Gally was muttering something about how acting natural was the least of their concerns in this day and age. At that moment the door behind them opened as the person entered and the door in front of them opened simultaneously.

Fawn and Gally stepped through the door and it shut behind them. Gally rushed to check and see where the person had gone to see that the person had disappeared down another side room in the hallway.

"How did you open it?" he whispered.

Fawn merely smiled and walked over to one of the vaults. "You're only allowed to open one vault at a time so you might want to start drilling the others. I'll get this one."

Gally drew out his tools when a computer voice spoke.

"Welcome Jade Cross."

"Who is Jade Cross?" Gally asked as he saw an ID photo appear on the touchscreen, "And how come she looks like the disguise you are wearing?"

"How do you suppose I stole the archives back from Wicked? I infiltrated Wicked as a scientist."

"So you worked for Wicked under the alias of Jade Cross.... anything else I should know?"

Fawn shrugged, "I was known as the genius scientist who was set the task of investigating the "leaked information" they were given and I was the one who discovered how to make a cure out of it but when Wicked canceled the operation they sent me to the security lab.... oh and we only have ten minutes before we are found out."

"Ten? How come?" Gally asked.

"Because when security notices that Jade Cross used thumbprint access, it will take ten minutes for them to send this warning to security and for guards to get down here."

"But I thought you said Jade Cross worked for Wicked. Why would they send an alert to security?"

"Well..... Jade Cross may be on their records as deceased because I might have faked my death.... they are under the impression that the Avenging Angel killed Jade Cross."

[sajdd]

i will never understand people who try to seperate c!tommy and c!dream as if their stories and character progression arent interwoven with each other

their dynamic is so interesting and tragic... 

they used to genuinely be friends, brothers even. dream would antagonise tommy a lot, he would break his own rules and do things to get on tommy's nerves to play with him, but back then we all saw it as some light-hearted fun, its how tommy saw it too. he had fun in this little play-war they had going on

and then came wilbur. then came lmanberg. and suddenly he was spending more time around his actual brother. he was actually fighting against dream, it wasn't just play anymore. so then came the declaration of independence, and so came the declaration of war. the burned down house, the blown up land, the final control room, the duel, the trade.

but tommy didn't truly hate dream, not yet. but dream’s motives were so unclear, what was the truth? and what was a lie? switching sides so many times, trying to push away the blame from himself, wanting to support tommy in taking back l’manberg to helping wilbur blow up the whole place and teaming with schlatt. and so came the final battle of pogtopia and manberg, there were no winners that day but there was hope. they survived, and tommy would get his disks back from dream.

and then came exile. nothing would ever be the same for them. dream wanted tommy all to himself, and if that meant he had to cut off his contact with everyone else and quite literally beat it into his head that he is tommy's only friend? well.. some sacrifices have to be made. he'll come around eventually... and he did! but then dream pushed him too far and he ran away.

tommy was under technoblade's protection for a while, but dream couldnt afford to waste his favour on that. so he waited, and he planned. their alliance was short-lived anyway, as soon as tommy realised what he truly cared about it was over. naturally, he was going to side with the blood god himself. i mean, what better way to rub his victory into tommy’s face. his expression was priceless! this kid is just too much fun.

and he'll roam free for now, until their final battle. he'll get rid of that pest called tubbo and he can finally put tommy somewhere he cant escape from :) but then punz shows up and drags the rest of the server with him. betrayed. and tommy has the upper hand now- except. he has also secret card up his sleeve. the revive book. tommy wont get rid of him if he can potentially bring back his beloved brother. 

and while dream is stuck rotting in prison, tommy starts healing. he gets better. but.. its so weird without dream. so why not visit him! to rub his victory in his face and show how much better everything is without him. how much better he's doing. he's here to rub it in his face and not because he still feels so lonely and dream is his friend and please god why wont someone love me- and the hotel is going great, he's inviting people and healing and noone comes except for the people trying to kill him but he's still friends with tubbo even if they're drifting apart and he has ranboo and why am i being replaced what did i do wrong and he goes to visit dream for the final time, its really time to put an end to this.

and then there's explosions. muffled through the obsidian walls surrounded in lava. the inescapable, unbreakable, impenetrable prison is being blown up. and dream is laughing. and dream is not surprised. and tommy is stuck with dream, because sam wont let him out its protocol and he’s stuck with dream and itll be just like exile tommy.

but he manages to survive, he cant breathe and the walls are closing in and he just wishes someone would come save him at least this one time but nobody comes. and dream is talking of partnership and running away together but there is no "us", tommy's going to get out of here and dream will die sad and alone and i bet the revive book isnt even real- and then he's screaming for help but it comes too late. he's being ripped apart and all he knows is pain and void and oh god its wilbur again. he exists in this darkness for 2 months before getting dragged back to life by the devil himself.

and there will be no more normal ever again. even the slightest pain reminds him of dying and limbo and wilbur and we can be immortal together tommy! and oh my god he has to kill dream no one should have that much power and wilbur cant come back-

and of course wilbur comes back. because he fucked up. tommy fucked up and now sam is angry, and tubbo and ranboo are angry and ghostbur is dead and wilbur is back and dream is alive rotting in that prison and why cant i just have peace for one moment what did i do to deserve this

and then his brother proclaims dream a hero. and why would he say that he knows what he did to me why would he say that

and so dream waits for wilbur to come. he knows he'll visit, he's indebted to him, he will be SO grateful for bringing him back. and if he can control wilbur then he can control tommy. and they can be friends again.

and maybe its time tommy accepted he cant run away from dream. for as long as he’s alive they are destined to be together. after all, he is tommy's friend. the one constant throughout this whole story. they have too much fun together. he was the one person who was there when no one else was. and no matter how much he hates it, somewhere deep down he still cares about dream and it makes him feel sick. but once tommy has love for you in his heart he can never really let go of it, no matter how much you might hate him or hurt him, he will still love you, remembering the good times, the fun times. and that's all dream wants doesn't he? he just wants to have fun.

(sorry this was so long idk what came over me also my thought process in the tags)

[bibbawrites]

Family Ties - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (16+)

Request: Can you please do one where either Charlie is meeting your family or you’re meeting his and he keeps trying to be touchy/wanting to have sex but you/him don’t want to get caught xx

Word Count: 1721 words 

Summary: your annual family trip gets a little bit more hands on when your boyfriend Charlie and his family join you

Warnings: heavy makeout, touching, a little bit of grinding, swearing, mentioned and implied sex 

A/N: sorry if this editing is shit my brain is not working lol  hopefully y’all like this one, ive been debating on rewriting it for what feels like years but fuck it i dont have that motivation lol  also idk if theres beaches in canada like what we have here in aus but if there isnt oh well in this fictional version of canada they have aussie beaches  anyways, enjoy! 

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It had all started when you had jokingly suggested that you should invite your boyfriend Charlie and his family along on your annual family trip to the beach. Your mother had agreed, and before you knew it she was on the phone to Charlie’s mother working the whole plan out. 

Your family lives in Quebec, and Charlie’s in Dieppe, so your mum’s quickly decided that your family would drive to his house, and then the two families would continue the rest of the way together.

So that’s how you ended up in your dad’s old truck, pulling into the driveway of the Gillespie house at 6am in the morning after almost 8 hours of driving.

You jumped out quickly, wanting to get away from your brother’s annoying rap music and your sister’s constant whining about being bored as quickly as you could. The front door of Charlie’s house swung open and within a few seconds you were being pulled into the arms of your boyfriend, inhaling his familiar scent.

“God I missed you.” He murmured into your shoulder and you grinned.

“I missed you more handsome.” You replied, exchanging a soft kiss. 

Charlie’s family joined him outside and after a few quick introductions, you were on your way to the beach, this time tucked away in the passenger’s seat of Charlie’s car. 

- 

Once you arrived your families spent the day at the beach, and Charlie couldn’t keep his hands off of you. By the time you finally headed off to bed you were certain that every other person in the house was sick of his touchy behaviour. 

You made yourself comfortable on the bed, watching Charlie as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I don’t think your dad likes me that much.” He said with a giggle, flopping down onto the bed. You rolled over to look at him.

“He’d like you a lot more if you stopped looking at me and touching me like you want to fuck me at every free moment you have.” You stated, and a light blush appeared on Charlie’s cheeks.

“You think he noticed that?” He asked, pressing his nose against yours.

“I can’t imagine he wouldn’t. You haven’t been subtle at all. We’ve only been here for the day and you’ve tried to jump me three times and that’s not even counting the shower sex.” He grinned cheekily at your words.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so hot.” He whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“But we’re on a holiday with both of our families. You gotta tone down the horny.” You said. He sighed dramatically.

“Fine, I’ll try to be better tomorrow. But for now, we’re all alone... and it’s our first night...” He trailed off, pouting, his eyes dark with lust. You nodded once and that was all the consent he needed, crashing his lips against yours and making quick work of climbing on top of you and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned, your fingers scraping down his back as he grinded his hips into yours. 

“Fuck.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands finding a place in his hair. You tugged lightly on his hair causing him to moan into your mouth. 

“Hey Y/N?” Your mum’s voice called. 

“Shit.” You exclaimed, pushing Charlie off you. Not expecting the reaction, he jumped slightly, falling off the edge of the bed with a thud. 

You giggled as your mum opened the door, frowning as she took in the sight. 

“Charlie, why are you on the floor?” She questioned. You laughed harder. 

“Fell.” He replied simply, rolling over to stand up, climbing back onto the bed. 

“What’s up Mum?” You asked, hoping that you didn’t look like you had been making out with your boyfriend only moments ago. 

“Did you remember to grab the bag of board games? We were going to play Monopoly.” She said, leaning against the door. You nodded. 

“I put it in the little den room.” You told her and she smiled. 

“Thanks Hon, you two are welcome to join us if you’d like.” She invited. Charlie shook his head. 

“We’re good thanks Mrs Y/L/N. My mum is scary good at Monopoly so I’d rather not lose to her again.” He grinned and your mum returned the smile. 

“Well the offer is there if you want it.” She said, before leaving the room. You let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was a close one.” You mumbled. Charlie nodded, leaning in to kiss you again. You pulled back, giving him an incredulous look. 

“Really? You’re still horny after being interrupted by my mum and monopoly?” You asked. Charlie pouted. 

“A bit.” He admitted. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him away. He whined but gave in, curling up next to you instead. 

“Tomorrow night.” You said, flicking the tv on. Charlie snuggled his face into your upper back. 

“You promise?” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded. 

“I promise. But only if you’re good during the day.” You bargained. He thought for a moment before humming in agreement. 

“Deal.”

- 

“This is not being good.” You whispered to Charlie as his hand crawled up your thigh at lunch the next day. 

It was tradition for your family to get lunch at your favourite restaurant on the second day, and you had barely been there twenty minutes when Charlie started to get fidgety. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He lied, giving you an innocent smile. 

“Bullshit.” You muttered in reply, and Charlie shook his head, making a disapproving sound. 

“Language.” He faked disappointment. 

“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes. He gave you a flirty smile. 

“Oh I wish you would.” He teased, his voice deepening slightly. 

“Charles.” You warned, and he sighed, sitting back up again, his hand returning to your knee. 

“Remember our deal?” You said quietly, and he nodded. 

“How could I forget, I’m so sexually frustrated I might explode.” He admitted. You stared at him in disbelief.  

“We literally had sex yesterday evening.” You whispered, your voice hushed. Charlie nodded, eyes wide. 

“Exactly! It’s almost been a whole 24 hours.” He sighed. 

“A whole 24 hours since what?” Meghan questioned, and you choked on a mouthful of fish, grabbing your glass of Coke quickly to wash it down. 

“None of your business.” Charlie retorted. “Stop eavesdropping.” 

“Don’t have private conversations around other people then.” Meghan bit back, but dropped the conversation anyway. Charlie gave you a relieved look. 

“That was close.” You muttered. 

“You’re telling me. Almost enough to get rid of the semi in my pants.” He winked and you hit his arm.

“Charles. Stop it.” You reprimanded. He grinned cheekily. 

“You love me.” He sung, placing a wet kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“I’m reconsidering.” 

- 

“So what were you and Charlie discussing at lunch that was so private?” Meghan questioned, once you, her and your sister Isabella were alone sunbathing later that afternoon. You cringed slightly. 

“You don’t want to know.” You replied. 

“Oh god was it a sex thing?” Isabella gasped, and Meghan’s eyes widened in fear. You blushed. 

“I told you that you didn’t want to know.” You said simply, and they both squealed in disgust. 

“Do mum and dad know that you’re sleeping with Charlie?” Isabella asked after a pause. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m a fully grown adult Bel, I don’t need parental permission to have sex with my boyfriend.” You told her. Meghan fake gagged. 

“Can we not talk about this? I do not want to think about my brother having sex.” She begged. You grinned slightly. 

“You were the one who brought it up.” You said. Meghan sighed. 

“If I’d known it was a sex thing I would have never.” She replied. 

“With Charlie it’s always a sex thing.” You answered. 

Meghan and Isabella groaned in unison as you giggled, flopping back into your chair. 

You really needed to get some girl friends who weren’t your sister and your boyfriend’s sister.

- 

“Was I good today?” Charlie questioned, jumping onto the bed next to you as you scrolled through Instagram that night. 

You put you phone down, pretending to think. 

“Well, you tried to tease me at lunch and then tried to discuss it, which then led to me having a very awkward conversation with our sisters about our sex life. So I’m gonna go with no.” You said. Charlie’s eyes widened. 

“Y/N!” He gasped. “You can’t do that to me.” 

“Why not? I told you to be good and you weren’t so that’s on you.” You replied, returning to scrolling on your phone. Charlie placed his head on your chest, pouting.

“But...” He trailed off. You raised an eyebrow.

“But what?” You questioned. He sighed loudly.

“But I’m so horny.” He complained. You rolled your eyes.

“That sounds like a you problem.” You replied.

“Baby.” Charlie whined, dragging out the ‘y’. “I’m gonna get blue balls, do you want that?” 

“You’ve got hands. And I know you know how to use them.” You said. He sat up, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.  

“Please?” He asked. You stared at him, not wiling to budge.

“Your sex drive is frankly disturbing Gillespie.” You told him.

“I know.” He agreed, batting his eyes at you. “Please?” 

You groaned.

“Fine.” You said. His eyes widened.

“Really?” He questioned, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yes. Quickly, before I change my mind.” You nodded. Charlie moved forward but paused.

“Wait.” He said. You frowned.

“What now?” You questioned, your tone clearly showing your exasperation. 

“You want to do this, right? I’m not making you do anything you don’t want to be doing?” He asked, suddenly serious, and your frown fell as your heart filled with love for the boy in front of you and the fact that he was still asking for consent despite how desperately horny he claimed to be. You lent in, kissing him gently. 

“I promise you’re not forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do.” You said softly.

“You’re sure?” He checked. You nodded. 

“Positive.” You reassured him. He grinned. 

“I love you.” He whispered, leaning closer. 

“I love you too.” You replied. 

And with that Charlie pulled you towards him, ready to show you just how much he really loved you. 

[rxttenfish]

also thinking about this in terms of one of my most... controversial choices for miranda, i guess? is that i dont think she actually responds to words of affirmation. like. complimenting miranda and showering her in pretty words isnt actually what she wants nor even really likes.

now dont get me wrong, i think she often SAYS she wants that, but i do think she also knows enough about herself to be aware that she doesnt actually like them very much.

and mostly thats because. theyre cheap to her. like its the single thing that miranda gets the most of from everyone in her life, to the point of it being constant and a part of the royal posturing towards each other, which i feel is the issue. everyone does it for her, but basically no one who actually says it means anything by it. shes smart enough to know when someone says something without meaning it, she knows how little words actually amounts to, she knows words are just another tool to catch and hurt someone and have to be wielded as such.

i think its just an expectation from her. that, yes, they should be saying this, not necessarily because she wants it but because its acknowledging her position and her title and thus sets a basic foundation for the rest of the way she moves through the world.

honestly, if anything, i think miranda actually likes the opposite? like, i feel like she gets along much more with liam in canon when he disagrees with her and. not really insults her. does his liam-isms? where hes incapable of not being immediately sincere about whatever he feels about whatever is happening, and most of the time he shows his disapproval and distaste, and i feel like miranda gets along with him more in those moments than she ever does getting fawning attention and compliments from the PCs. i feel like she gets along more with vera and damien when theyre more hesitant to outright offer her praise.

like, i think miranda is someone who is INTENSELY aware of what someone's actual feelings are and what their true motives might be, and so she wants actual proof that someone likes her or enjoys her presence or sincerely enjoys something that she does much, much more than ever being told these things do. if anything, i feel like she gets along best with people who dont want to say what they really feel for this reason, or cant be stopped from speaking negatively, because they paradoxically mean so much more to miranda when she does pick up on their true feelings.

i really do feel like miranda is someone for whom words are entirely worthless and not something she gives a shit about, and entirely cares about actions and gestures that require a lot more commitment to them than words ever will.

having some kind of thought with both aaravi and miranda in that everyone wants bossy, growly, destructive, aggressive, dominant people, but they never want to actually deal with them or be forced to reconcile that they are, in fact, whole ass people on their own too

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Hii so I have an odd request but I suffer from this like chronic knee cap dislocation and i don’t know when it’s gonna happen I just kinda step wrong and my knee will go out, it doesn’t happen often but when it does I’m in pain for a while. And I was wondering if maybe you could do something with Henry and little!reader where her knee goes out and he comforts her? Maybe? Or whatever you can come up with idk Im just really sad and trying to go into little space and I’m hoping this will help 🥺 Thank you so so so so much, and you do NOT have to do this if you don’t want to. Thank you again 🥺🥺

Omg right i will do a headcannon because its quicker 😘😘leave it with me love! And i hope your knee becomes manageable knee pain is the worst! 🥺🥺 (and here is a list of things i use for knee pain biofreeze, comfry cream, patella knee straps and wheat cushions)

Henry liked to think he was prepared for anything, but the first time his littles knee popped out ad to be the most terrifying thing he had experienced.

He was in the gym and heard you coming down the stairs and then a yelp and crashing!

He didnt even remember moving, one moment he was in the gym just off of the hall the next he was at the stairs fretting over your crumpled form.

"daddy- my knee! My knee!" You cried out trying to sit up forgetting all the bumps and bruises from your fall.

"Shh shh its okay! Your okay love" he said quickly scoopin you up into his arms feeling guilty as you cried out when he moved you.

You whined when he placed you on the sofa and cooed over you worried making you cry louder as the pain of your popping knee kicked in, sharp then slowly became a constant ache that you couldnt quite reach, a deep pain that you cant rub out.

Henry wracked his brain trying to remeber what ou'd told him ou needed if your knee went "Okay okay poppet... you need... your?"

"Straps daddy! Straps!" You cried out rubbing your eyes he frowned not liking you having to tell him, he was tour daddy he should know!

Henry pressed a kiss to your head and handed you the remote trying to give you something to help take your mind off of the agonizing pain. That you described once as tooth ache in your knees

He raced to the kitchen medical drawer and found them, the bright pink patella knee straps that supported your kneecap top and bottom, there was also a wheat cushion shaped like a lama and your creams.

Once he placed the wheat cushion in the microwave then rejoined you in the living room face softeningas he saw you crying to yourself hands on yur injured knee

"Here poppet lift" he said kneeling next to you and quickly shushed you strapping your leg up and

He flicked the tv on and gave you the remote telling you to put a film on and he'd be back

Once the microwave pinged he went and fetched the hot cushion and aired it out making sure it wasn't to hot, whilst he waited for it to cool a little he'd make you a sippy of your favourite juice.

"Here love take these and then we can snuggle poppet~" he said handing you two painkillers and your sippy

Once you took your medicine you'd be placed on his lap and end up resting on his chest the warm wheat cushion on the knee slowly soothing it.

Henry would spend the rest of the day there on the sofa with you watching your toons and playing with your hair

Eventually you roll on yourside getting fussy from sitting still, but henry isnt letting you go anywhere.

He leaves you for a few mineuts to make you a bottle, he wants you to try and take a nap.

Once done he cradles you feeding you whilst praising you sweetly "such a good girl huh? Your naughty knee being all mean huh? Well dont worry daddy's got you love"

Then you end up sprawled out over his chest having a nap with your pacie firmly in your mouth, with daddy rubbing your back slowly helping you relax further.

[animated-antagonist]

Qibli has a terrible arc

HEAR ME OUT.

Before you attack me for this, I genuinely don’t care if you like or hate him. I never loved him, but he wasn’t as bad as moon. Sometimes he’s funny, I like his interactions with winter, but I never really cared about him. But the way his mind was described in moon rising made me excited for his pov in book 10.

Then I read it and realized that he’s a boring, whiny, obsessive character who I was immediately sick of.

Darkness of dragons as a whole is a fucking mess from start to finish. And because I have nothing better to do right now, im going to explain why.

This is all my opinion, and it is based on story structure and character arc guidelines and stuff that I have learned recently. Feel free to disagree. Qibli is a decent character with his charm and humour, but he has the worst character arc out of all wof books. Yes that includes the hive queen and dragonslayer.

 Ok so first, what I like about qibli: like two things: his relationship with winter, and his sense of humour. I like his playful banter with the shiny ice dragon prince. It’s entertaining. And he does have the occasional joke that manages to somewhat amuse me.

 Literally everything else about him is awful. So let’s talk about that.

 Memorable characters are driven by three main things: desire, fear, and misbelief.

 Winter’s misbelief is that his life’s worth is determined by a ranking on a wall and what his tribe thinks of him. This also results in him believing that working with others and expressing love and trust are signs of weakness. He’s afraid of being a disappointment to his tribe because he’s experienced that feeling in his past already, and never wants to face it again. And yet … he does want more. He’s more open and caring than the rest of his family, and in the two backstory scenes we get, it’s clear he’s far more willing to bend the rules to be even a little more free.

 Peril’s misbelief is that she’s too dangerous to make her own decisions. Therefore, she’s instantly loyal to anyone who expresses a hint of interest or affection to her. This leads to her being easy to manipulate, and Scarlet does just that. She’s afraid of displeasing the people she’s loyal to, but she does want to be free. But her backstory and eight years of living by Scarlet’s orders and not having a single thought of her own has lead her to subconsciously believe that she constantly has to have someone make all her choices for her. She doesn’t go after Scarlet for her own benefit, it never crosses her mind once. She’s doing it because she knows it will make Clay happy, and not herself.

 Turtle always wanted to be a hero. That’s literally in the book blurb. But the Snapper incident in his backstory makes him doubt that he will ever be anything more than just another SeaWing prince. Thanks to his mother’s stories, he believes that in order to be a real hero, he has to do great, epic things like slaying whole armies by himself. He wants to be a hero, but his misbelief and fear of being noticed get in the way of his wants.

 And they all grow and overcome their fears and misbeliefs. Winter realizes that his friends would never hurt him the same way his family would. He realizes that it’s okay to love and be loved, to trust and be trusted. He goes back to his friends because he knows that, even if they can be annoying some times, it’s so much better than having his worth determined by a family and tribe that never approved of him and probably never will. Peril discovers that her misbelief is leading her to make the wrong decisions. Her growth is so strong that she can take off an animus touched object. She knows she’s right. She can make her own choices, and she’s done letting others use her as a toy. Turtle saves his sister, not by taking down an army, but by tossing her his enchanted stick to keep her hidden from Darkstalker. In doing that, he’s proven that he’s evolved and changed as a character. They all still have doubts at times, but that’s normal. These three characters have some of the best arcs I’ve ever seen.

 Now back to Qibli.

 His family told him he was worthless and couldn’t do anything as an ordinary dragon. This sparked the misbelief that he has to have power, or in this world animus magic, to have worth. He’s afraid of being worthless, and wants to feel valuable. That’s a great setup for a great character. Qibli could have, and should have, been one of the best wof characters of all time.

 But no he fucking sucks.

 I’m going to focus on him as a character here. The Vulture stuff is boring as hell and I don’t care to talk about it. The whole book is shit and I will never read it again, so let’s continue.

 Again, Qibli is set up to be an excellent character. When he goes to find Ostrich, he brings with him Anemone’s bracelets, which makes perfect sense. He doesn’t want to be powerless, so of course he’s going to bring that magic, that power, with him. More setup that goes no where, because when he uses them, he doesn’t even face consequences.

 Pausing here because I hate it so much.

 CONSEQUENCES ARE WHAT MAKE CHARACTERS GROW. If they face ZERO consequences for their actions, they won’t LEARN anything. Qibli using the bracelets works for his character, but I just cannot believe that Thorn would just let him walk away after burying the ENTIRE FUCKING KINGDOM in sand. I hate it so much. Qibli just getting a free pass and facing no consequences is so bad. He doesn’t even express that much remorse or guilt. That could work for a negative character arc (which I genuinely would have preferred from Qibli but I’ll get to that later) but for a positive arc? The magic and power he craves so deeply just got his entire kingdom buried. He should have so much more internal conflict now, because the thing he wants so badly just did more harm than good.

 Okay. Next part. This one isnt’ really related to his character arc, just more of him being a kinda jerk for a few seconds. Winter expresses great concern over travelling over Darkstalker’s teeth, and Qibli just teases him about it. Winter has known about Darkstalker’s malice his whole life, was brainwashed by him, and is truly terrified of him. If Qibli had teased him about anything else I wouldn’t have an issue, but Winter was scared for his life in this moment and Qibli just completely ignores it. Or maybe I’m wrong I haven’t touched the book in years because I hate it that much.

 Back to his ‘arc’.

 Wait no this is an issue I have with the book: the cliffhanger of book 9 was Turtle losing his animus magic and they just kinda fixed it in two seconds here. It’s very upsetting and kinda comical that they fixed it so effortlessly lmao.

 Back to Qibli.

 Uh nothing happens for a while. Just boring Moonbli WHICH, might I add, is the worst wof ship (excluding problematic ones ofc). They have zero chemistry and honestly I find Qibli a bit obsessive. He always thinks ‘what would Moon do’ or ‘will Moon love me if I do this?’ which yeah it ties into his ‘I want to be loved and have value’ motivation but it still feels a bit excessive and annoying at times. Pair that with his constant nagging about how ‘oh no if only I had that gosh darn scroll!’ or ‘how can moon ever choose meeee when she has winterrrr’. Moon described his mind to be fast and full of commotion, but we never see any of that in this book. It’s just constant whining and complaining.

 Then he goes another step further and blames Winter for getting angry at Moon for??? being friends with the dragon who just tried to murder his whole tribe???? Moon’s a fucking idiot for continuing to be friends with Darkstalker after everyone keeps telling her how bad he is. KINKAJOU, HER SUPPOSED BEST FRIEND, tells her all about what Darkstalker did to Turtle, and Moon’s just okay with it??? And then when Winter confronts her about still trusting Darkstalker after everything he’s done not just to the IceWings, but her friends as well, that Darkstalker brainwashed Winter and he’s not okay with it, Qibli calls him self-righteous for exploding with fury. What else do you expect?? This moment killed all three ships for me. It was an unnecessary event that’s only purpose was to give Tui a reason to make Moonbli canon instead of Winterwatcher.

 Onto the climax (which by the way is like the only semi decent part of this whole book). Qibli again uses his power to save the day. SERIOUSLY??? Ok fine it makes sense because this book has zero structure whatsoever. Qibli doesn’t have to make the impossible choice at the end of act one. He doesn’t face a goal shift at the midpoint. He doesn’t look a disaster right in the face. You cannot convince me that he’s changed at all over the course of this book.

 Because he doesn’t. He uses magic at the climax and boom everything is fixed. I like the concept of the empathy spell but it just doesn’t fit with this kind of character arc, unless it comes before the dark moment and fits into the supposed victory plot-point (thinking again now I think it sort of does but I’m too lazy to go change things so deal with it).

 And then oh no we get the temptation plot point! This is often my favourite plot point in stories that have it because we get to see the protagonist drop their misbelief and refuse the offer because they’ve changed! Reading this and thinking, oh wow he’s going to refuse it because he’s gone through a super dynamic character journey and arc!’ … then realizing no he’s not, because Tui forgot to include that and now makes Qibli refuse the offer for completely different reasons.

 See in a book with a good character arc, the character will refuse this offer because they’ve outgrown it. They no longer see value in it because they now have something greater to live for. I like this plot point much more than darkest moment if I’m being honest. So Darkstalker offers Qibli all he’s ever wanted: animus magic. Will Qibli accept, or decline? And why?

 He declines. But not for the right reasons.

 Qibli doesn’t refuse Darkstalker’s offer because he’s changed or grown. He doesn’t refuse it because he now sees no value in this because he’s seen happiness anywhere else. He refuses because he knows he can’t trust Darkstalker.

 … wow.

 i hate this book so much istg

 If Qibli had gone through a dynamic arc, he would have refused for better reasons.

 It’s just so disappointing. He has no reason to refuse that other than the fact that Darkstalker is untrustworthy. Holy shit.

 I take character arcs and story structure very seriously, and Qibli is just AWFUL when it comes to this.

 After three books that had such epic, emotional character arcs, DoD feels like a downgrade. And that’s why I think Qibli is a terrible character.

 But hey you know what COULD have worked?? Giving Qibli a NEGATIVE arc instead!

 I know he’s Darkstalker’s foil. That’s cool I don’t care. GIVE HIM A NEGATIVE ARC!! I would have LOVED IT SO MUCH MORE if Qibli accepted Darkstalker’s offer and arc 3 was all about all the other protagonists coming together to stop him and Darkstalker. That would have made a much better third arc. And you can bring in the other tribes if you want to I don’t care just find a way to make it work.

 It would have made so much more sense and fit the story so much more if Qibli accepted Darkstalker’s offer and became an evil animus alongside him. It also could have given Moonbli more time and chemistry! I still would have shipped Winterwatcher because well, Winter, but I probably wouldn’t hate Moonbli if this was the way the story went. Or maybe Qinter could be a thing. Imagine like a really emotional moment where Qibli is about to kill Winter and Winter just talks to him or something idk something romantic and sad. Would be great because there’s zero mlm rep in wof.

 Fuck it I’m gonna make an au about this.

 Yeeah that’s my rant over. I don’t hate Qibli as a character and I think he had so much potential but the way the story is written, I honestly thought he would have a negative arc instead. Wow I really want that au now I can’t stop thinking about it haha. But yeah Qibli is charismatic at times and a bit fun but his arc is terrible. Moon had a better arc than Qibli. MOON.

Sorry if this came off as aggressive at times I just wanted to voice my opinion. If you like him, that’s cool! I just don’t. He’s not one of my favourites although he could have been. Missed potential in my opinion. This is a very long rant so if you’re still reading this … thanks lol.

 Have a good day/night. Im gonna make that au now lmao.

[samusangel]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?

⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst

⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3

⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!

⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽ 

y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.

never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.

if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.

“y/n-chan!”

you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.

“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.

you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?

“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.

“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.

“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.

“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.

the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.

“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”

“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.

“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.

“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.

“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.

“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.

“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?

“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”

“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.

“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.

the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.

atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.

“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.

“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.

“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”

“i’ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.

everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.

“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.

“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.

“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”

“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.

“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”

“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”

the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?

“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.

“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.

“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.

“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.

after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.

“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.

“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.

“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.

“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.

“i’ll walk you home.”

“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”

days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.

“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.

“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.

“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”

“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”

“thank you, y/n.”

you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.

“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.

“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”

“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.

“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”

“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.

“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.

the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.

nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.

the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.

even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.

months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.

although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.

“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.

“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”

you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.

“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.

“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.

your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.

“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.

“mm?”

“i like you.”

“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.

“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.

“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”

atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.

“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

and who were you to say no to that?

[hippielovinlife-blog]

I can't agree with the previous tags enough and if I wasn't technologically inept I would have included them, but sadly all I say is I agree that this is the face of love and the immediate aftermath of this shot served two purposes. 1. To get Pete to see how much he also needs Vegas and that he is willing to kill for it/him. 2. But also, to give Vegas a chance to be reborn. He came as close to death as possible and now maybe he can slough off some of the toxicity of his father and position.

Update!!! Ooh, figured out how to add the tags below. So not my tags, crediting @desification . Love it...!

“Vegas … could you please turn around to see me?” KinnPorsche (2022) | Episode 14.

[ukiyo-jaem]

NCT Dream Reaction to You Wearing a Short Skirt

Renjun

he was helping you clean out your old closet at your parent's house. both of you had just bought an apartment together so your parents left you the house keys, expecting all the moving hassle to be done when they come back next monday; a road trip being paid by their jobs.

jun spent his time sitting in your old bean bag occupying himself with your old journals and photo albums. "you went to a school with a uniform?" he asked and you looked to see him looking at your old school's photo album.

"wha- oh yeah." you breathed out a slight laugh and dug a little deeper into your closet. "speaking of uniforms." you chuckled and held up the plaid skirt to your body, looking into your mirror.

"i wonder if it still fits." your head leaned to the side. "im gonna try it on." you finally decided and walked to the bathroom and wasting no time. it fit perfectly...just...shorter than you remembered.

you were gonna take it off yet remembering your boyfriend that was sitting in your bedroom.

you tucked your graphic tee into the skirt and went back to your room, his gaze still stuck to your old photos. "so what do you think?" you saw him do a double-take, his eyes landing on your ass that was practically hanging out the bottom.

"it...it fits nice." he nodded, his hands setting the book down beside him on the floor.

"i remember i would get in trouble everyday because the teachers didnt know how to mind their stares." his answer was delayed as he swallowed hard. "i mean..." you noticed a more fidgety renjun as he thought for a moment. "i can't blame them." he whispered but it was enough for you to hear.

you smiled, walking closer to him and lowering yourself onto him so your legs were straddling his thighs; the fabric of the old skirt becoming bunched up at the top of your thighs.

your hands rested on his shoulders, his frame relaxing at your touch as his hands rested on your exposed thighs.

"you're so cute and blushy." you pinched his cheek and his smile fell. a more unsettling tone took place as his eyes seemed to get darker. he took your wrist and gripped your hand roughly, forcing your hand down to his now apparent bulge.

"and you're such a brat. you know what you were doing, baby." an airy laugh escaped his chest as your hand could feel him getting harder by the second.

"so...are we going to do something about this or are you going to keep grinding on my lap acting like i don't notice?"

Jeno

he was finally off and agreed to go on a small date to relax and unwind. "im going to go get ready." you said getting up and kissing his cheek. "alright. ill just wait for you here." he smiled and watch you walk off.

you wanted to do a coupley outfit today. you grabbed a tighter white t-shirt and a shorter pink plaid skirt with one of his oversized flannels. you walked down and he immediately almost started choking on the water he was drinking.

"isnt it so cute?" you asked as you did a little spin infront of him. yet, his response was just picking you up and holding you tightly as he walked back to the bedroom.

you didn't know he was going to react the way he did. jeno saw you in the short and flowy skirt and thought he saw red.

the coffee date seemed so distant as you were both in bed now, entangled in eachother. his hands would grip your thighs with such force it felt like he could break you in half if he really wanted to.

"you just look so good." his lips attacked your neck and painting it with dark hues. "i just can't control myself." your hands gripped and pulled at his hair; messiness setting in and making him look absolutely euphoric.

his hands got lost up your shirt and was just grabbing and pulling roughly. he couldn't take it anymore and just ripped your shirt down the middle, your chest now exposed, rising and falling quickly.

"you look so nice, babydoll." he fawned at you, his hand coming to brush your hair back out of your face.

"you should wear this kind of stuff more often." he winked, laying a more softer kiss against your lonely lips.

[you're mark]

Hyuck

all day...games...after breakfast...games...after lunch...games...after you fell asleep in his arms for nap, you woke up to the constant keyboard clicking...after dinner he was right back in his chair with the rest of the boys on a conference call on his phone; shouting following you down the hall and into the living room.

you were done though. you wanted to have your time with hyuck. it was your turn. you went to your dance bag, grabbing your old costume skirt from a previous dance competition. you went to the bathroom and changed quickly. you added the finishing touch which was one of his shirts; his weakness for seeing you in his clothes running through your revengeful mind.

no time was wasted as you went to the shared bedroom. "no go to the left, jae!" "the other left." your boyfriend yelled at his computer screen.

your soft steps went unnoticed until you were right next to him. you set your hand softly on his shoulder. he only looked at you for a second though. "hey, babe." he spaced back out, not even noticing your attire options.

"jaemin if i have to tell you one more time on where to go i am goi-" your fingertips grazed up the side of his neck, slowly tugging on his hair at the back of his head.

his eyes closed as he leaned his head back and let out a deep sigh. his hands became limp at the keyboard and his friends began calling out for him. you had gotten him exactly where you wanted him.

his gaze became more glazed over as both of you became caught up in each other. "im so lonely, hyuckie." you whined and his hand began trailing up the back of your thigh.

"you just had to ask." he smiled a little and his eyes finally caught his t-shirt hanging from your body.

he turned his chair and leaned forward to grab your body and put you on top of him. "LEE DONGHYUCK WHERE ARE YO-" "im busy. bye." and he hung up quickly as they tried to make him stop.

"now where were we?" he asked as his hand came to both sides of your face, guiding you to kiss him softly, hands then coming down to just go back up his shirt.

yet when he took his shirt off your body, he was met with a pleasant surprise. a white skirt laid bunched up at your hips. his hands came to your exposed ass and began forcibly grind you on his lap.

your soft touches drove him absolutely wild as he wanted to make you more vulnerable as the minutes ticked by.

yall shoulda known where I was bout to go with this...

Jaemin

you went and grabbed one of your skirts you had bought awhile ago and slipped it on with some thigh high socks. you went out and started to clean up a little bit. you began to tidy the living room where jae sat on the couch watching a random show he found.

you bent over and began to clean off the coffee table. "oh sorry, am i in the way?" "a little." he said, craning his neck around you to continue watching the show.

you wanted to face palm and walk off. yet, you were going to push on. you grabbed your phone, checking random emails as you sat in the seat next to him. "hey, jae?" you asked and he only tilted his head toward you, his pinkish hair being contained by a black baseball cap.

"im gonna go out with jeno for a little bit. i'll be back in a couple hours." you said and grabbed your keys from infront of him and trying to walk over his legs.

his arm flew forward and wrapped around your body, pulling you down towards him quickly.

"you're not going anywhere dressed like that, princess." he said, gaze looking down at you in his lap.

"well i want to do something then." you sat up in his lap and crossed your arms over your chest. "then do something. but you're not going to go do something with my friend dressed like this." his touch slowly going up under your skirt.

"well come on, princess. do something." his hands then went behind his head. a smirk sat on his lips and he felt as if he won. he really did and at this point you were desperate.

"please, jaemin. just touch me." you pouted and he wanted to coo at your cute ways but he bit his lip and waited. "i don't think you need me ye-" you grabbed his hand and put it on your clothed heat.

you grinded on his hand desperate for some friction. you were ready for him but he didn't want to give you that satisfaction yet.

he wanted to keep you in this skirt forever and you be his little princess that only he could do this to.

he froze in his position, his eyes locked onto his hand that disappeared under your tiny skirt.

his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down towards his lips where he was ready to give you what you were wanting and waiting for.

Chenle

this baby wouldn't know what to do when he saw you in your tiny skirt.

he would feel turned on definitely but didn't want to act out of line and touch you if this wasn't your clear and true intention.

you would have to guide him a little bit on what to do but once he started going, he found it hard to stop. you were a new drug-like anomaly he was completely addicted to.

this was still new to him so you doing this for the soul purpose of getting this kind of reaction...well...he didn't mind it all too much.

he asked you for permission to touch you even when you guided his hands onto you.

"can...can i-" "you don't have to ask lele. just do what feels right." you smiled a little, beginning to kiss up his neck softly. "even if you know it's completely wrong."

boyfriend lele vibes are strong in this one uwu i just had to put it in

[theunconcernedembalmer]

how do u handle ur social anxiety? ive been struggling a lot with it lately to the point ive sorta been breaking down and what better way for advice than to ask someone that comforts u (mun[?] too)

Mun... might have something more useful for you.

aesops way of coping is probably avoidance but we all know that aint the best way aha. anyway this was one ask i could not stop thinking about because i read it n went (john mulaney voice) Huh my anxiety never got so bad till a break down, n then it happened to me a few days later. i do find this funny yes

anyway, the most useful thing ive learnt to handle my social anxiety (not entirely tho but its a good start) is to identify which trains of thought is Social Anxiety tm speaking so u can immediately know those r lies. stuff like Oh they’re laughing at me just as I walk by, they’re laughing at me, or Someone else is here, they probably hate me, I should go somewhere else but I cant, aaaaaaaaaaaaa

(if im not wrong,) usually theyre statements that are along the lines of “they hate you” or “you’re wrong”, n they’re based off an irrational fear of others that can be countered using evidence or, well, logic and rationale. things like “No one is keeping a checklist of your mistakes, you’re literally the only one doing that and scrutinizing each one of them, others dont care so much about these things.” (ive found this to be a very good counterargument to use for a lot of situations so im bolding it) or “You wouldn’t think that if someone else messes up, it should be the same for them. And if they say it isnt a big deal, it probably isnt”. for me i usually keep repeating these more logical explanations n counterarguments to myself to kinda quell the social anxiety voice for a bit. i know there are cases that it doesnt work 100%, but its a good start

n if ur also like me who avoids eating/ getting food cos theres human interaction involved, i kinda try to get my friends to drag me out whenever possible. no shame, even a simple “hey lets drop by the convenience store later so i can grab a snack” is better than starving for like. a day or so. its also cos of this whenever i plan my schedule for the day, i see if i can plan it such that its convenient for me to get food for both lunch and dinner (sorry im not one for breakfast aha). n also i find that if i dont like the food (sorry im a very picky eater), i would rather starve than eat, so now im willing to pay a bit more for food i like n will eat

or just having someone else to talk to about these kinds of things, and kinda having a second opinion of “was that weird of me” or “should i have done that” with someone (ppl give advice better to others than to themselves aha) really helps, i think. u could probably also ask for advice maybe (like this? XD) ((after i had a small meltdown that day i went to my boyfriend’s to complain for an hour n honestly that helped me to release a lot of distressed energy n its better than stewing in it for the rest of the day + i got some advice that i slowly worked on when i was feeling up to it enough))

im also still kinda bad at small talk with strangers, especially ppl whom i just met. i find a small trick to this (that again does not work all the time) is to try to find a relevant topic (background is also fine i guess, depends on context), n as they answer find something about their answer that u can branch off into another topic. it could be a personal anecdote that is remotely related to that topic, it just gives u things to talk about aha (eg someone saw me drawing n commented that one of their friends also draws, n i started talking about how i used to get really bad grades in art class. which wasnt quite the topic but it worked). n when ur ending ur turn to talk, try to have something that the other person can comment on/ answer. having said that, this is hard if the other person is equally awkward/ doesnt give u much to branch off on from their replies (i mean they really only answer your question n rarely elaborates unless prompted. eg “what did you have for lunch?” “pasta.” “oh, what kind?” “carbonara.”). then i say its only as awkward as u make it to be, perhaps u would be better off kinda just sitting together in silence. its not weird unless u make it, n not every moment has to be filled with conversation.

thank u so much for this ask by the way, social anxiety is a huge bitch to have n it sucks extra much that a lot of our fears seem incredibly stupid from a “normal” point of view n we are constantly on edge even if we seem 101% fine cos we’re not fine aha. but just know ur not alone in this, n i hope some of these might have helped. 

i guess i should put some sort of disclaimer here, these r just some of my own personal problems n the solutions i have are mostly for me (maybe except for countering the thoughts), so i understand if they might not work for others. so i kinda recommend just sitting down, identifying which aspects social anxiety is affecting n finding a solution that works for u is kinda the best. try out different methods, if they dont work thats alright, if it does then thats great. it takes a lot of time, admittedly i starved myself for a couple of semesters before i found this solution for myself. it also take a lot of constant effort to counter, n to that i wish u all the best, n good luck in finding methods that work for u <3