#it's prolly terrible but I was really feeling this pairing

[icedmetaltea]

(tw: scissors, needles)

Pov: you get your friendship bracelet from Moon cut off :( (no literally that's the plot I'm not even joking)

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

Not his official outfit! I've since then made an actual design I like for him and will post that once I finish Moon's :> BUT I liked this pic and didn't feel like redrawing so gonna just have to deal

Details abt this one bc I feel like oversharing and have nothing better to do

. Y/n is a socially anxious nighttime security guard. They have no friends + are mega depressed + self-conscious and hide their face behind a pair of sunglasses even at night + chubby bc I SAY SO. Started a fic with them a long while ago but deleted it cause depression, they liiiiive

. Sun has access to a sewing machine (terrible idea on staff's part btw) in the crafting room and is obsessed with sewing costumes, needles, sewing scissors, that kinda thing bc of course he is. His outfit has degraded over the years so he tries to put it back together with random scraps of red fabric. He has a bunch of needles on his lil waist thing for easy access

. The daycare is actually shut down and has been for a long time, but y/n doesn't know that since they only see it at night. Sun has gone stir crazy without kids to take care of and spends his day making costumes and other crafts, preparing for children to arrive... even though they never will.

. Moon is dormant most of the time bc Sun keeps the lights whenever possible; he's very passive and sweet, and will tell bedtime stories to plushies as a way to cope with the loneliness. He's kind of aware Sun's gone batshit but can't really be bothered to do anything about it, at least not till he gets to know y/n better

I'm not sure if they're separate animatronics and Moon just goes offline when the lights are off cause like I'm prolly gonna give him a different outfit so

. Basic story idea: Y/n is doing one of their night shifts and gets a noise notification coming from the daycare. Since they never got the memo about it being closed down, they assume there's a break in and goes to check it out. Sun is nervous as shit when the two encounter each other, way out of practice with socializing, but quickly warms up and decides he must become their best friend at any cost. Y/n on the other hand is awkward as hell and doesn't know how to act around him. Sun makes as many efforts to lure them into the daycare as possible, and slowly becomes more and more obsessive, going so far as to hack into the webcam of their laptop, the security cams to see what they can see, watching them at the start and ends of shifts to make sure they don't interact with anyone else

Just as y/n begrudgingly starts to warm up to him, the power goes out and they meet Moon for the first time. They have this rlly wholesome plushie bedtime story scene but Moon soon lets slip about the daycare being closed-

Y/n starts to realize some shit is going on and confronts Sun about it but at this point he's way too cheery around them and is always dancing around them and showing them his latest sewing creations... so instead they begin turning off the lights manually every night at set times, telling Sun it's for "routine maintenance" or something but really it's to get more info out of Moon

Perhaps Moon starts to become a lil protective of them too~ They are after all a lot better of a listener than any plushie...

At this point they're both fiercely protective/possessive of y/n and don't want them being friends with anyone else. Cue jealousy and the two fighting for their attention~

At some point or another Moon makes them a friendship bracelet since he knows that'll get to Sun since he likes them so much, and also to mark Y/n as his

Sun finds it the next day, grabs a pair of sewing scissors and cuts it off in his first display of outright anger

Beyond that?? No clue 🥲

I feel compelled to refer to this ver of him as Pincushion...

[kdramaxoxo]

hihi!! i wanna ask for a list of dramas with a lead whos cold, mysterious, haunted by a troubled past, secretive, prolly has a vocabulary of like 10 words. but is super soft on the inside, like they push ppl away cus theyre afraid of hurting them or being abandoned or smthn like that. ik this is hyper specific so sryyy if its hard to answer, but all my fave characters fit this bill so wanted to kno if u have any kdrama that can give me this high (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ thxxx!! ♡

p.s. it doesnt have to b exxxactly this but if it fits a few of the categories, ill be happi! ♡♡

We LOVE mysterious haunted trauma babies over here so thank you for this ask. (also this might be one of my favorite lists ever??)

K-Dramas leads with cold personalities/mysterious past, secretive trauma pups...morally grey a plus

The Smile has left your eyes - Kim Moo-Young Aside from this k-drama being a masterpiece that’ll leave you a pile of tears, Seo in Guk as Kim Moo-Young is the perfect example of a morally grey character you will fall in love with. He’s involved in a murder plot line, uses women to get what he wants and is clearly hiding something. You’ll try to resist being interested in him sure, but you’ll fail.

Beyond Evil - both leads This is a passionate unrequited romance crime drama about two detectives that are paired up to solve a crime in a small town. Everyone is really messed up and that's what makes this drama super good! Scary, haunted and super well written.

Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 - Lee Rang Lee Rang is one of my favorite trauma pup blorbo from my shows! This drama is the second season of the fantasy drama Tale of the Nine Tailed. I recommend you watch both but season two was my favorite because it focused on Lee Rang. You will LOVE HIM! MUST PROTEC.

Alice The Final Weapon - Gyeo Wool Finally a GIRL with a traumatic past and the boy who loves her!! Actually everyone in this drama is messed up and dealing with horrific things. It's a very short and creative little drama and despite the gore, I really fell for the mains! They are blorbo from my shows!

See You In My 19th Life (both leads) This drama featuring a woman who can remember her past lives was one of my favorites this year! Both leads are tackling the trauma of the FL's death and there is a lot of healing that has to happen. Shin Hye Sun is a goddess!

The Eighth Sense - Jae Won A queer kdrama about two leads that meet surfing and fall in love. This drama is my favorite "bl" k-drama ever and the lead definitely has a traumatic past he's in therapy for. I highly recommend this one!

Flower of Evil - Hyun Soo: A psychological thriller centered around a jewelry maker who is running from his past, and his cop wife (power couple alert!)  who doesn��t know his original identity. The chemistry of the couple is amazing and all of the characters are nuanced and interesting. I was on the edge of my seat, AND sobbing! Also, I finally understand Lee Jun Ki stans, he was SO GOOD in this! A total trauma pup you won't believe it.

Doom at Your Service: Doom A girl is diagnosed with cancer and a morally grey god grants her wish to live 100 more days the way she wants to live. While I didn't LOVE this drama, the romance is amazing - that KISS! Doom is the perfect damaged god with a chip on his shoulder.

Hello Monster - Lee Hyun and His Brother Jung Sun-Ho Featuring two brothers who have a murderous backstory, both are morally grey. Sure one is definitely “worse” than the other when it comes to being a murder baby but let’s face it - they both have their problems (sorry, didn’t want to post any spoilers so that’s all I can say about that!)

The Crowned Clown: Ha-seon The King The contrast between the good guy and the bad guy in this historical drama are so interesting to watch because one brilliant actor (Yeo Jin Goo) plays the same character. The king is insane and a murderer. He’s terrible in every way with literally no way to be redeemed but you’ll still feel for him…just watch.

My Liberation Notes - Mr. Gu This slice of life takes place mostly in a small town where siblings who really don't want to be there, live. Mr. Gu is renting one of the buildings and he's extremely burdened and and keeps to himself. I personally didn't ship him with the lead but he's definitely the type you're asking for!

Scarlet Heart Ryeo: Wang Soo Scarlet heart will destroy you, but you’ll also find yourself deeply empathetic to (and totally in love with) the most toxic of princes: Wang Soo. Cast out by his relatives, and treated like an animal he’s deeply wounded and despite knowing in your heart that he’s done terrible things, you’ll find yourself making excuses for him and imagining him as your boyfriend (wait…can you ignore that last sentence?)

Summer Strike - Both leads This slice of life has a quiet and thoughtful male lead who is traumatized by the murder of his sibling. I was a little disappointed in the ending but overall the show's mains were so soft and lovely.

Just Between Lovers - Both leads but. Kang Doo! I'm sure you knew I'd put this on the list but kang doo is my favorite trauma baby of all time. Slice of Life romance between poor pups just trying to live! The OTP is one of my favorite couples EVER and even as the years go on, very few couples have matched their love in my opinion. There’s a lot of comfort/healing themes with for me is just *chef’s kiss.* Lee Junho became my bias wrecker because of that drama.

Psycho But It’s Okay - Everyone A gorgeous k-drama using fairytale narrations as a backdrop, features two brothers who lost their mother, and a beautiful & famous author who grew up in a traumatic and abusive household. Everyone is very closed off and holding onto intense pain, but the three come together to help one another move on and find happiness. Gorgeous angsty and melodramatic romance.

Thirty But Seventeen - Woo Jin Precious puppies with past trauma! The main has basically stopped living his life because of his past. Don’t be turned off by the shows description as it turned out to be one of the best surprises of 2018 for me. The leads are lovely and everyone relies and supports one another - it’s so sweet.

Come and Hug Me - Do Jin This thriller is not for the faint of heart but the main theme is healing. Two friends are torn apart when the boy’s dad kills the girls entire family. Later in life, they find one another and walk on the path to healing while still being tormented by their past. It also focuses on the trauma and manipulation the killer has on the whole family, making the show beautiful, terrifying and heartbreaking at the same time. 

Goblin: Grim Reaper Most of you have watched this drama but I’ll try hard not to spoil it. The Grim Reaper is such a hilarious character in the current time line but in order to be a Grim Reaper, you have to have done something “bad” to become one. His pain is deep and cutting and you’ll want to protect him.

It’s Okay that’s love: Jang Jae-yeol This is one of those cold male leads that you’ll just end up liking even though he’s kinda the worst in that “Pickup Artist” type of way? I had this show listed in my top 10 but then I recently watched it again and realized I’ve made progress in my “don’t like jerks who display jerk behavior” because he’s kinda an ass. You’ll soften for him when the plot moves along for sure, but he’s aggressive and says really sexist things sometimes (as does most of the male characters honestly - i really need to remove this from my top 10)…

Enjoy!

[bylightofdawn]

Okay, I've actually made some really good progress tonight and Cody and Slick are....le gasp actually communicating and not being bastards to one another.

Slick is also dropping some MAD truthbombs on Cody which is wrecking his entire life. aka telling him about the biochips and Order 66 etc.

I'm kinda chuffed so I'm posting an extra snippet.

I have also decided that yes, I am going to put a little one-sided Codywan agenda into this fic and also a heavy implication of Waxer/Boil because yeah the more I exist in this fandom, the more I'm 1,000% on board with this pairing. And cloneshipping in general mainly because in an army of millions of men, not everyone is going to view the man by his side as a brother. Sure, there's the concept of brother but it's more bro level of brother and then prolly a small batch of say batchmates or people you trained with you might consider family. But otherwise? Yeah ya'll are nuts if you don't think in the heat of battle and post battle adrenaline when people are hot and bothered that they didn't find some company for some mutual winding down.

Also, accelerated puberty? Yikes, that must have been a spunk-fueled shitshow. I have a brother and had to witness his puberty and the honestly embarrassing amount of morning wood boners he had.. It was super awkward all around. So yeah, shenanigans happened, is all I"m saying. And if that offends people and they feel the need to clutch their pearls, just don't. I'm not going to engage with that bullshit or argue with random people on the internet over something that I just don't think is that serious.

Okay, posting this snippet under the cut.

Unfortunately for Cody, he found himself facing down the barrel of Slick’s blaster for a third time today.

“I would strongly advise you to rethink your actions. I don’t want to have to shoot you again. Surely that would cause some kind of lasting damage.”

“If you shoot me again, I am going to rip your karking throat out.” Cody snarled at him with a wrathful expression.

“I actually understand and sympathize with that sentiment. I cannot imagine you’re feeling too hot, so why don’t you drop the hydrospanner and take a seat so we can have a civilized conversation.”

“As if that is even a possibility.”

“It is if you would pull your head from your ass and stop dwelling on the past. I’m actually forbidding either of us from bringing up the past because this isn’t about the past. This is about the future, your future to not put too fine of a point on it.”

The quarrelous part of Cody wanted to immediately reject that out of hand but there was some wisdom in Slick’s words.

“I gave you plenty of time to cool off and had hoped maybe you struggling to escape the bindings for a few hours would distract you enough that you can stop being a shabuir about this and we can get some meaningful progress accomplished.”

“How could you even know I was trying to escape?” Cody asked skeptically.

“I have cameras all over the place.” Slick used his free hand to tap a monitor which clearly showed a picture of the now empty bed. “I was a little concerned you’d actually hurt yourself when I saw the blood staining the sheets so I came in to check on you and your pretty terrible sleeping act. I even pushed a little extra pain-meds in hopes it would help with the pain.”

“And you expect me to believe this osik? Why not just confront me like a man?”

“Because I tried that, and you lost your karking mind. You are so angry and willing to demonize me that you can’t even listen to what I’m saying. Much less see I genuinely have the best intentions in mind and am trying to help you. Because even if I hate you back, I’m going to free every brother I can find. Even shabuir like you. I also figured that letting you have your escape attempt it might make you more congenial to listening to what I’m saying since you would have some sense of agency and control over your actions. I know what it feels like to be made powerless and how hopeless that makes you feel.”

Cody felt a scowl tug at his brows, but he couldn’t find a good counterargument to Slick’s statements. Not without sounding like a petulant child, so he carefully moved to slide into the co-pilot’s seat. He also attempted to ignore the fission of guilt that ran through him at Slick’s next statement. He didn’t want to empathize with the bastard because he had no one to blame but himself! But the sad truth of the matter was, he ha become all too familiar with the emotions Slick was describing, and it felt truly miserable, so he couldn’t help but empathize, even if it were just a little bit. “Alright, I’m listening.”

Slick moved the blaster to his lap.

“Okay, so we are headed to a rendezvous point where we are going to meet up with Howzer or maybe one of his other compatriots. They will take you from here to the next course on your journey. We like to keep things segregated so that if one of us gets captured, we don’t endanger the entire operation. So good news, you only have to suffer my company for another day or so.”

Cody manfully bit back a snarky comment and just nodded. “I think one of my men may have defected and has gone to Ryloth. He and his…partner befriended a young Twi’lek and she made a huge impression on them. I got the feeling they were planning to return to Ryloth and and try to adopt her or something so if he’s gone anywhere, it would be there.”

A look of consideration flits across Slick’s face. “What’s his name? I can see if we have any record of us helping him?”

“Boil.”

“Doesn’t ring any bells but Howzer might know more. I can’t promise you’re going to be sent there but once they get your chip taken care of and issue you a new chaincode, you might be able to travel there to look for him if you’re very careful. Howzer spent a lot of time on Ryloth so he’d definitely be the man to talk to.”

“Wait. What chip?”

Slick looked at him, visibly taken aback. “Wait…you don’t know about the chip? Order 66?”

Cody felt uneasiness wash through him when Slick even uttered those words. It brought up a wave of unpleasant and blurry memories of that awful day on Utapau. How he and his men just blithely opened fire on Obi-Wan, utterly convinced the man was a traitor.

Which, in retrospect, was pure banthashit. It had taken him months to untangle the cognitive dissonance surrounding his actions that day.

“I know about Order 66 though as time has passed…I’m questioning if that was a just order. Especially after the 501st went through the Temple and massacred everyone in their path, even younglings who couldn’t possibly have been traitors.”

Some of the tension in Slick’s body language melted away as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m really happy to hear you say that, Cody. Those cloner sleemos placed some kind of biochip in every clone’s brain. They claim it was to tame our overly aggressive tendencies but in truth, it was to ensure every clone would comply with Order 66 without question. It was their backup plan to make sure clones didn’t refuse the order outright because of course they wouldn’t immediately assume the Jedi they’d been serving under for years were traitors. Much less innocent younglings.”

Cody felt the world spin around him as horror and bile rose within him in equal measure. He had difficulty even processing what Slick was saying because all he could think about was the fact they had murdered Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the kindest and most good people Cody had met in his meager years.

There was a part of him that had even been a little bit in love with the man, how could he not when exposed to that level of kindness and inherent goodness? The differences in their rank and station had made him lock those feelings down deep and refuse to examine them because, at the end of the day, he was but a lonely clone. And Obi-Wan had been a Jedi who had his own vows and commitments that would have prevented him from being able to pursue anything else.

He was only distantly aware of the damp trail of tears making hot and salty tracks down his cheeks as they fell down his cheeks.

[cognitos-handbook]

Ooh ooh hello and hope you’re having an amazing day sweetheart 🖤 Anyway, if it’s okay for you I’d love to see your hcs of the gang listening their s/o’s comfort music with them, especially Andre he’s so precious to me (mine is Lana del Rey if that helps). Thank you so so much!!!

Okay I'm starting this off by saying I absolutely love your user lmfao

And I've been excited to do this one - it's such a sweet prompt ;-;

Hope you're doing great too love <3 Hope you enjoy these!

I also got a little help with Andre's from @nfxtuated when I mentioned this to her ;p

Below the cut! (For space reasons LOL)

Andre

Andre would for sure smoke before and/or while sitting down to join you

Being high sorta helps him to notice more about the songs and such? And he just tends to enjoy it a lot more that way

He definitely gets really into it too, humming along with it even if he doesn't know the song and he's terribly off key lmfao

He closes his eyes and sways side to side with this huge ass grin on his face, giggling and laughing, and if he knows the song he's singing along and dramatically acting some parts out to get a laugh out of you

And oh my god he totally wants to pull you into dancing with him

It's not at all good, and more often than not the two of you end up bumping into each other, but it's hilarious and fun as all hell

Just overall being goofy, having fun with you and enjoying your music, with lots of laughing and teasing and in the end leaves the both of you exhausted beyond belief, but happy and blissed tf out <3he both of you beyond exhausted but happy and blissed tf out <3

Definitely makes it into a regular thing bc the both of you enjoy it so much

And adds some of his favorites to his own list :) He likes how they remind him of you <33

Reagan

With Reagan it'd prolly end up being a bit more of a chill listening session?

Like deciding just to sit and listen to gether in her office while she goes through some papers/research, or maybe back at her place after a long day while yall unwind on the sofa

Just kinda sitting close to each other and (for the most part) quietly listening to whatever you choose, content in spending time with you and sharing in something you enjoy so much yknow??

At some point really does get more into the music though; kinda leaning back and giving it more thought than she was previously? Paying more attention to the beat/lyrics and so forth

If you end up singing/humming along she'll be grinning her ass off lmao

She's a terrible fucking singer, as we all know, but if you encouraged and pushed enough she would join you the best she could!

It's not good, but in a really fun kind of way; not really trying to make it sound great or get things perfect, just vibing and singing ur goddamn lungs out

Definitely would encourage you to come to her and listen with her more in the future, especially if you're just feeling overwhelmed?

May or may not make you a better pair of headphones/earbuds/speakers so you can enjoy yourself more <33

Brett

He's down the instant you mention it!!

This man, as lovely as he is, is honestly so fucking basic; listening mainly to like top 100 songs and doesnt have much variety besides whats popular/well known LOL

So teach him about some more music!! He's excited to see what kind of things you're into!!

Makes sure that you won't be interrupted at all while listening together, if it can be helped; at least for the first time, if not for the many times that surely follow

He knows it's important to you, so it's immediately very important to him too, and he makes sure you know that :)

He's also a big dancer, as we've also seen in the show haha

Starts with him just grinning and tapping his foot along with the music, to eventually getting up to goof and dance around as he gets more into it and the vibe of it

Doesn't matter if you join him or not, he's fuckin grooving and doing his best to make you smile and laugh and whatever possible to make it all the more enjoyable for you <3

(But yes, he would definitely adore if you decided to join him in all his dancing and goofing around)

Asks you to make him a playlist with your favorites, and just songs in general you want him to listen to!

He loves it and definitely ends up listening to it all the time; at some point possibly more than his own playlists lol

Gigi

Gigi’s actually pretty well-versed in music, so she’s one of the more likely to know whatever it may be that you decide to play

She’d love to sit down and listen to your music with you <3 any time you want to she’s down

Probably confines the both of you to her large ass office lol

I have no doubt in my mind either that she’d have some bomb ass speakers to listen through as well; super high quality and you can play as loud as you want (most walls in cognito are pretty sound proof, and its not like anyone’s going to try and complain even if they can hear it - they definitely should know better LOL)

Oh!! I feel like she’d probably offer her office as a safe space to listen to whatever, whenever as well? Doesn’t matter if she’s there or not; you’re her s/o and you’re damn well allowed to use it whenever you please

Keeps your music on file so it’s easy for you to get to <3

Is the type to absentmindedly start humming the songs? Just seems to have the on her mind, especially when she’s thinking of you (which is a lot)

Another who’s happy to goof around with you, if you’d like to, though she’d probably let you take the lead in anything

It's all about you after all <33

Glenn

Comfort music? Oh?

He definitely gets the concept and even probably has his own comfort music (not that he’d admit it in front of the others, at least lol), he just didn’t really have a name or anything to put to it before

He’d listen to your music with you, for sure! He may not be the best at understanding or getting into it, but as long as you like and are enjoying it he doesn’t care

Y’all can just hang out and do whatever it is you really like while listening!

Please teach him some different genres. Give this man some more variation lmfao. Everyone’s so tired of the constant patriotic songs

If you ask him to, he’ll listen to your music choices on his own as well!

He’ll end up finding that they end up becoming his comfort songs in a way as well?? Any time that he gets too riled up anymore, he finds himself going to them! Reminds him of you and when you listen to it together to just relax and chill out

Calms him a lot faster than most other things do, that’s for sure <33

He gets teased for it a lot and starts a lot of fights over it but it’s finnnneee anything for you

Myc

Myc’s prolly pretty nonchalant about it when you ask him to listen with you

Just like sure, why not? He has nothing better to do. and admittedly he’s a little curious as to what you listen to exactly, other than what he’s already heard and knows of

Take a lazy day to listen together :)

Fuck work, it’s more fun to hang out, listen to music with a ton of snacks and talk about whatever and fuck around

Despite how indifferent he was at first, he does end up enjoying it! It’s honestly more fun than he though it’d be

He teases you about your music taste from time to time but that’s just Myc for you <3 It’s honestly just his love language at this point, please try not to take any of it personally lol

Probably wouldn’t be to one to suggest it, but it’d be fun to make it into a monthly or even bi-weekly thing? Just a time to relax and listen to whatever new things you fnd (and occasionally what he finds, for fun and to mix things up a bit!)

He also doesn’t really listen to it much if at all outside of your sessions listening to it together? Almost sees it as a more low-energy bonding thing for the two of you haha <3

[mewmewtric]

hey sup? So how do you think Kaeya would deal with having a crush who he gets along with really well and they came back from Inazuma, they had gone for important business and crush eventually talks about how they met someone who reminded them of Kaeya except if Kaeya was a terrible person. Kaeya does simple pranks on people and teasing, but he does a lot to help the community and is actually very nice overall. But this person tried to make his s/o go bankrupt and other really bad things. (Or tried to murder s/o. You pick which). The person had a similar vibe to Kaeya and it just made them really miss Kaeya? (Honestly it puzzles me how people dislike Kaeya just cuz of the sword prank and then they give Childe for trying to murder you and Yea Miko a pass who did way worse to the mc in my view).

Thanks for request! I’m so sorry I took so long for this QwQ This is prolly the longest thing I’ve done so far on tumblr

this will be in Kaeya's POV. kinda wanted to make this kaebedo (my #1 kaeya ship) cuz albedo went to inazuma, but irodori festival did not really appear to give him a chance for such experiences imo, so ig this would be kaeya x gender unspecified reader? although i’d love to do kaebedo fluff someday.

Dim, warm lights.

Bustling voices.

The clinking of glasses and mugs.

But he sits alone at the bar, heart cold and longing. A Death After Noon in his hand, eavesdropping on the conversations in Angel’s Share. 

How long have they been gone? Are they alright?

He flips through the letters you gave him.

“Dear Kaeya, I’m having a great time in Inazuma...”

“Dear Kaeya, you really should see this next time...”

“Dear Kaeya, so I met this guy who reminds me of you...”

A guy that reminded them of him?

They went to Inazuma for some important business... but they never told him what. Just that the Adventurer’s Guild asked they\m to go. Their awkward look on their face when they said that... as if they were worried that it would inconvenience him. But that face melted into a smile. A smile they had when you blew the dandelions around the outskirts of Mondstadt, a smile when they ate his Fruity Skewers... 

A flush creeps up his neck. 

Stop. You’re just a big brother to them.

“Hey Kaeya.”

A familiar voice. One that sends warmth into his body, livening it up, giving it hope.

“I missed you.”

Two arms wrap around his waist. A weight presses onto his back. His hands freeze for a short while, before shifting over to their hands. What was he thinking, to now be carressing their hands that fit perfectly in his with his thumb?

Gently, he shifts around to see they. To see them... in tears? The sight made his heart, just moments ago warmed by their presence go cold and shrivelled again.

"Hey..."

They look up, eyes sparkling and wet.

"Do you mind if we take this to a corner of the tavern?"

They nod their head. The sniffles... each one stab him so deeply, yet he could not say anything. He could not. He has to be strong, the reliable big brother.

"One warm Moonlit Alley, please. Thank you, Charles."

...

Kaeya slides the Moonlit Alley across the table.

"Drink this. It should give you some comfort."

They slowly manage sips through slowly reducing sobs. Trembling hands threaten to spill some of the drink... can he... hold them? Steady them? But you are so fragile now. He should not be as touchy or flirtatious as he usually was.

"Are you... alright? What happened to you in Inazuma?"

"I..."

"I met someone like you."

Am I really that bad? He wanted to joke.

But it would probably make you feel worse. He knows.

"He was just like you. Friendly, teasing, reliable, slightly cocky..."

The two of them share a little smile. 

"But worse."

Kaeya stopped drinking his Death After Noon.

“He... he was my partner in the Guild’s commission. It was an international meeting for more seasoned adventurers, and I got paired up with him. He was so nice... appeared so reliable... quite handsome too... It was like having you by my side again in a land of the unknown. Especially when a group of us were sent t-to Tsurumi Island to explore the place after the mist was lifted.”

“He was my shoulder to lean on. Teasingly encouraging me to not give up, just like you. That we would find something worthy to bring back to the Guild.”

Their sobs stop, only little sniffles emerging once in a while.

“Then... he tried to kill me...”

They down the last of the Moonlit Alley.

“We found a chamber with a large amount of artifacts. Bringing them back to the Guild office would bring us so much fame and honour and rewards and... I don’t know if he planned it from the start or he was overwhelmed... but...”

They removed the scarf that has been on their neck. A large wound, definitely inflicted days ago.

“I could not say anything. He was very influential in the Inazuman branch. I could only-”

“Say no more.”

Kaeya cannot bear to listen any more. But the words were harsh, and he worries that they would misunderstand him.

“No need to dwell on the past. Shall we talk about something else? How was the rest of your trip in Inazuma? I would love to go there someday.”

“Kaeya. If this is because of him-”

“Huh? Of course not. I don’t need to step foot into Inazuma to make him regret what he did. Come on. I’ll see you to your apartment.”

From the warm tavern to the cold streets, sometimes the change is a little jarring. Mondstadt nights, they can be cold. And they were in warmer Inazuma for quite some time. Kaeya notices their shoulders slightly shivering. They also look weaker than usual, quiet, pensive, unlike their usual chatty and plucky self. 

It matters not what happened to them. That adventurer. He will pay.

“Hey... I’m sorry but I have something to do. Is it alright if you can go back by yourself?”

They sigh and nod their head. 

“See you.”

As Kaeya walks away from the buildings of Mondstadt to the main gate between towering walls, the long bridge over the moat to the wilderness, the last he sees of the inside of the city is their face. Shaken. Dejected.

The wilds are labyrinths of trees and dirt paths, but Kaeya walks with a sureness. He has walked these paths so many times, to meet his people. To relay information. To clear threats. Soon, he reaches a clearing in the wilds. Two Abyss Mages are chanting and circling around hillichurls, the hillichurls seemingly listening intently. 

“A Knight of Favonius. You dare intrude on our procession?”

The mages unleash elemental shields around themselves, the Pyro mage ordering the hillichurls to hide.

Ah... I haven’t changed out of my uniform yet...

“I am no knight.”

Kaeya does not raise his sword or start bending Cryo to his will. Instead he removes his eyepatch.

“My eye? My eye is fine. There's nothing unusual about hiding one's body parts from view. It's the same reason I wear pants... or any other item of clothing, for that matter.”

Everyone believes his lie and do not press further.

But his eye is not fine.

It is a mark of his ancestry, something that shows his status in the fallen kingdom. He sees so much sharper and clearer with it in the night, the eternal night his kingdom fell to.

A purple eye, a pupil in the shape of an unusual four pointed star, and the skin around it cracking to show purple light, the corrosion that befell his people and himself. The skin around it is much paler than his dusky tan.

“A descendant of the royals...” the Cryo mage murmurs.

“My humblest apologies, your Highness. There were rumours of someone with the royal blood of our country living in Mondstadt. We never believed it, b-”

“Spare the small talk. I have a mission for you. Send someone to the Adventurer’s Guild in Inazuma. Ask the office on who paired with...”

The Pyro mage whispers to the Cryo mage, “Are you sure about this? Are we going to answer to someone with a smidgen of royal blood in him? Our great kingdom is long gone, and we answer to the Abys-”

“Has 500 years made you forget the respect you must pay to your rulers?” Kaeya’s voice turned cold, commanding, unlike the refreshing cool breeeze of his usual tone. “In the end, you are a Khaenri’an. You should listen to me over the Abyss.”

“As for whoever paired up with the person I said earlier... make him regret it. Don’t kill him. Let him live. Impede his adventures. Haunt his sleep. Hopefully you have a Hydro mage who can cast a simple illusion in the form of this...”

He pulls out a photograph from his pocket. It was the one close to his heart, the one he saw holding back sobs over a Moonlit Alley. In this photo, they were beaming, hair covered in dandelion seeds, a mud smear on their cheek. It brings a warmth to a cold heart, like his brother before that fated day.

The Cryo mage hesitantly asked, “Your Highness, we require this photograph for a while longer. To allow the Guild to identify the person. Would you be so kind to part ways with this photograph for a few days?”

His grip tightens on the photograph. His treasure. Even more now that they do not smile. The times before then, the times where they would light up his world. Could it ever come back now?

But he will part with this for a purpose. It may not let them smile again yet... but it will quell the dark fire rising in his own heart. One of anger. Vengeance. Conflict. He has the means to bring the Abyss into Mondstadt any time and bring it down, as he was always supposed to do. But for so long he quelled that urge.

Because he ended up caring for the people in Mondstadt. It was not a facade anymore, when he helps people clear threats to Mondstadt, uncover and thwart ulterior motives, or helping the people with everyday life. His pranks? Just something he does to lighten the mood. It means no harm... unlike the scum who tried to kill someone for his personal gain.

"Take good care of it. It is precious to me." Kaeya holds the photograph out to the Pyro mage. He lets his fingers linger on the picture as the mage lifts it from his hand.

"I will, Your Highness. I will make haste now. Glory to Khaenri'ah."

"...glory to Khaenri'ah."

The mages teleport away, leaving an empty clearing that the descendant of Khaenri'ah walks away with a cold, heavy heart.

[mxtcha-tea]

and that's how i met you mother

✎desc; love at first sight with shiratorizawa (honestly, not all of them are love at first sight but ignore that)

✎pairing[s]; shiratorizawa 3rd years x f!reader (separate)

✎genre; fluff, crack

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; just an excuse for me to write lovesick boys💗 (I can’t do Shirabu, Kawanishi and Goshiki’s part cause I ran out of ideas🤸‍♀️🚆)

Ushijima

It would just be a normal day in his class, learning and stuff like usual

Then after the teacher finished explaining and hand out the tasks, he'll went through his pencil case and couldn't seem to find any pen

Ushijima frowned at that and looked throughly in his pencil case but with no luck, there's none

He swore that he had put some inside, maybe his mind slipped a little?

A tap on his shoulder caught his attention as he turned his head around to make eye contact with you

You're holding out one of your pen to him with a neutral look,

"You can have it," Ushijima look at you surprised, does that mean he can just take it from you? That's a little absurd

But he didn't question it and nodded, slowly taking the pen from your hand and continue studying

The pen doesn't really sit right in his hand, it's not being his and literally someone else that he doesn't have the chance to talk to

He'll spare a glance at you every minute (ngl, he's complimenting your side view internally)

And when you caught him looking at him, he'll just blink and slowly look back at his work with a light blush on his cheeks

(Istg it's so cute)

After the class ends and before you can leave for lunch, Ushijima caught your attention first,

"Here, thank you for lending me this. And unfortunately, i can't take it from you"

You're just looking at him with a dumbfounded look before taking the pen from him,

"Ah, no problem, um..." "Ushijima Wakatoshi"

You nodded at that, scratching the back of your head "...Ushijima. And it's [y/n]"

Both of you are just standing there in front of each other but it's not awkward, surprisingly

It's as if you two are waiting for one of you to speak and end the convo

(Spoiler alert; none of you wanted to end the convo since both of you find each other interesting)

You cleared your throat, fiddling with your pen a little, "Okay, see you after this, Ushijima"

He nodded at that and with that, both of you went to your separate ways

'[Y/N], YOU AWKWARD BASTARD! THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING, I BET HE THOUGHT THAT YOU'RE WEIRD NOW!'

Ushijima's just walking towards the gym with a fairly visible blush across his cheeks as he look down

"Ushijima..."

"[y/n]..."

"I guess he's fine..."

"I guess she's fine..."

Ushijima Current Mission!

Trying to figure what other scenarios he can drag you in to have a convo with you again

Good luck Wakatoshi~!

Tendou

You and Tendou have talked with eachother a couple of times but it's nothing more than that

And Tendou actually want to talk more with you (at first for friendship points but y'know...)

Today, you look more beautiful than ever to him today

It's not like you're not beautiful every other day (he thinks you're pretty so that's why he kept on having a convo with you)

And he caught into that

Somehow, he can't help bet stare at you in a distance and he tried his best to avoid getting caught

(Tendou's scared that you find him creepy for looking at you all the time and he don't want that thought to flood you mind)

Then, you came to him to explain about the work your science teacher gave since she's absent for the time being

And you can bet that he doesn't hear a single thing you said because he's too focused on yourself

It's kinda like in those scenes in manga where the main character stare into the main interest

The main interest looking as beautiful as ever with flowers around them

Pretty eyes, angelic face, kissable lips

For him, you're perfect and he even thought that you might be an angel in disguise

No matter how you even see yourself, he would always think that you're fascinating, adorable, enticing—

"Tendou, are you okay?"

The redhead snapped out from his thought and got caught by you

By now, his face is literally mocking his hair color as he chuckled nervously,

"Ah, I'm fine! It's just that..."

He was about to stop mid sentences but thankfully he still got that crumbs of courage and just goes with it,

"...you look pretty today,"

Tendou said with a closed eyes smile, peeking an eye open and trying to see your reaction (ngl he's nervous)

You blinked

Before you literally exploded at that which is what make him surprised in his seat

You fake coughed, looking away and avoiding eye contact,

"Thanks...."

[love meter +10!]

If this is an actual manga or anime, there could've been hearts dancing around him

Timeskip to Tendou at his home and squealing quietly to himself (he can't let his family hear him fanboying for someone in his school lmao)

"We're totally going to marry 3 years from now on~" he says to himself in the mirror with so many confidence

(I just love it when Tendou act like that, let him have his moment)

"Haha, thank you gods for creating me and [y/n] in the same world,"

Tendou's Current Mission!

Getting to know you better and give tons and tons of compliments, just like in the simulations! Specifically otomes and dating games

Try your best Satori~!

Semi

It was another day, another practice session

Except that it went longer than Semi expected, he managed to run from the gym to the main entrance

But before he can even put on his shoes, heavy rain started pouring down

He look at the dark grey sky, resting his forehead onto the shoe locker with one shoe already in his foot while the other in his hand

Sighing, Semi thought about asking to come with Tendou and Yamagata since he didn't bring his umbrella

But on second thought, he realized that they prolly forgot theirs too

And all 3 of them have to run under the rain again like last time

Yamagata and Tendou: "We can avoid the rain if we're fast enough!"

He shivered at that their words and the thought of getting terribly sick again

And before Semi's brain can process a strategy for himself, he was caught off guard when an umbrella was opened next to him,

"Ah sorry,"

In those few seconds, everything went slow motion when your eyes catches his

(He swore it felt like in the anime)

He can feel his cheeks flushing a little but thanks to the wheater, it's not obvious

"Hello?" Semi snapped from his thoughts, shaking his head before focusing on you again,

"Sorry, sorry, um—" "You don't have an umbrella?"

He blinked, shaking his head slightly

It's a pretty peaceful staring between you two with the rain hitting the ground as background sounds

Until you lift your umbrella up, and pointed at the small spot next to you with your thumb,

"Here, I'll help you,"

"Eh?"

Semi was flabbergasted a little at your statement but would he decline it?

Of course not,

"Just tell me where your house is then I help you go there,"

And that's how he find himself back at his house's entrance with you in front of him,

"And that's why I just let you walk with me for the afternoon,"

"Is that so, oh wait! I haven't known your name, and you prolly haven't known my name either..."

He scratched the back of his neck before looking at you with a smile,

"The name's Semi Eita, thanks for the walk back home,"

Your lips parted a little before in turns into a tooth rotting smile,

"[y/n], no problem and thanks for the company, Eita,"

An arrow pierced through his heart as his face is literally the color of Tendou's hair

And just like that, you left him on the entrance with a funny expression upon his face

Cutting the scene to Semi punching his pillow (rip pillow)

"You already caught me off guard already but you really had to look at me like that...."

Semi's Current Mission!

Try to find you the next day after first period and try not to be awkward with you and his convo after the eventful day

You can do it Eita~!

Yamagata

Let's just say that,

Yamagata went through the late anime girl scenario

But with his toast falling down from his mouth while running towards his school

And his stamina almost running low despite being a volleyball player and a libero

(His house's prolly far from his school, cut him some slacks sheesh)

He's pretty much stumbling a lot when he enters the school and speed walking up the stairs

Some of the students look at him weirdly but that doesn't become his main concern because a strict teacher is going first

Yamagata's almost there, almost reaching his classroom's door

But god had other plans and place an invisible rock in front of him

And as you can tell, he slipped on it and now facepalming the floor

(The sound is so loud my lord)

He groaned, shaking a little while trying to sit up from his position

The male look up and is now face to face with you, who's looking down at him

Okay he might be delusional from the impact but is he actually looking at an angel right now?

"Dude, you okay? That's gotta hurt from the sound that it made—"

Your words drowned inside his mind as he widened his eyes with pink tints decorating his cheeks

'This...THIS IS IT!'

"—also I think your nose is bleed—"

"PLEASE MARRY ME!!"

You flinched at that but keep a calm face, a little bit concerned that he may hit his head too hard

While Yamagata is just having heart eyes for you, sparkles around him after saying those words almost too confidently

He doesn't know what's in him that make him think that you're the one,

But he definitely can feel it

You sighed, crouching down while searching through your pocket and pulling out a small pack of tissues,

"I think we're going so fast right now but no, maybe 5 years later or never,"

"Does that mean you agree??"

"I don't know, you're handsome but also stupid, a himbo I think,"

You wipe away the blood dripping down his nose, taking his arm, opening it and put the bloodied tissue on it before closing it, giving a light tap,

"Now go to the nurse office,"

"Will you be there for me?"

"No,"

You help him stand up, dusting his shoulder and walk away as if nothing happened

Yamagata watches you from the distance with a lovesick smile

Tendou laughed behind him with Ushijima and Reon next to him and Semi looking at Yamagata, confused,

"Hayato, I have no idea if you had your alarm on but you just came to school during recess,"

"She's perfect...also, I think I need to go to the nurse right now cause my head hurts,"

Yamagata's Current Mission!

Marry [y/n]

Have fun, Hayato~!

Reon

(He will have the best love at first sight cause I say so)

It was the school festival and it's lively in every corner of the school, the outside, inside the classrooms, even the hallways

Reon had just finished his part of his classroom and now can walk around to enjoy the festival

Honestly, it's a pretty normal day to him despite being the school's festival

The students of Shiratorizawa has always been this lively so it's good that they can be keep the atmosphere as how it is like any other days

Since the others are still working on their parts, Reon was all by himself

Sure, the quiet sounds without Tendou, Semi and Yamagata is fine but he prefer it being loud anyway

A short of way to fill in the boring silence

But what's the bad thing to enjoy the peace once in a while?

So he take a small walk outside the Shiratorizawa building

Stalls decorated the outside with students busy serving the customers

He was greeted by some of them as he greeted them back with a warm smile

Hands inside his pocket while looking at the sky every few seconds

Baby blue sky with fluffy white clouds, it is the spring afterall

It was at that moment where he turn his head around and caught your eyes

It was something between those few seconds that a lighting strike between the string connecting you two for a second

Reon knew he did from the moment you two clashed with each other so suddenly

It was...not love at first sight exactly,

But rather, familiarity, like,

'Oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you,'

The staring prolly lasted more than he expected before you snapped out from your thought, shaking your head,

"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." "But you didn't do anything?" He rose an eyebrow, smiling sheepishly and watch your panic slowly dissolves

"Well, technically yeah but It was bad of me to stare off at you like that,"

He chuckled, your heart clenching at that,

"Don't worry, I think I did it too...maybe both of us did,"

"Ah, yeah! Probably..." you fiddled with your fingers, visibly nervous facing him since he's basically a stranger even tho being in the same school,

"Reon Oohira," "Eh?" You look at him with confusion at first, while he just offers you a smile,

"My name, since we have...how to say it, meet each other? And I don't want to make you uncomfortable after all that so I think it's best if we introduce ourselves,"

Your heart's basically beating out loudly that you'll afraid that he'll hear it

But, that doesn't seem so bad, does it?

You mirrored his smile, this time more confidently than before,

"[y/n] [l/n], nice to meet you Reon!"

"Please,"

Reon put his hand onto your head, "Just call me Hira,"

You fainted

"She's interesting, I love her,"

Reon's Current Mission!

Get to know you better and honestly, there's nothing else to do after that other than asking you out

You'll do great, Oohira~!

[apocalypticbadass]

I F**king Love You

Not my photo!

A/N: hi friends! here’s my first post lol, yes it’s a smut if that tells you anything about me. this one’s pretty light because i had the idea at work and thought it was cute, but plenty more hardcore stuff is coming ;) there’s never enough Cullen smut out there, so hopefully i’ll have the drive to keep writing more. let me know if you guys like this, or if you have any requests, i would be so happy to take those!

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Description: Reader comes home from work exhausted, Emmett knows just how to fix her up and make her feel alright.

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, cursing, ur fav himbo Emmett Cullen.

Word Count: 1.72k

Masterlist

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Emmett cradled (y/n) in his arms as she groaned, her phone alarm shrilly announcing that it was time for her to get ready for work. The girl nearly slunk off of her and her boyfriend’s shared bed. After she slipped on jeans and a work shirt, she turned back to her vampire boyfriend. (Y/n) straddled him and tangled her fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

“Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.”

“I’ll make it worth your while when you come back, beautiful.” Emmett said suggestively.

“Yes please. Need you to fuck me really good, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” (Y/n) whined, now 100x more reluctant to go to work.

He smirked and let his mind wander for a moment. “That I can do, babygirl. Just be good for daddy and go to work for a few hours first, then this cock is all yours. ‘kay honey?”

She smiled humorously, pulling him in for one last kiss. “Yeah, yeah. If it’ll get me fucked real good I’ll do anything.”

Emmett’s massive hands gave her butt a quick squeeze. “Your ass looks bangin’ in those jeans, babe.”

“Thank you, bubba.” She giggled, kissing the tip of his nose sweetly. “I love you, I’m off.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Have a good shift.”

Even though (y/n) ended up having a pretty routine shift at work, her feet were killing her and everything seemed to be getting on her nerves today. She barely had the energy to walk out to her car. Tears began to prick her eyes as she thought about Emmett and how he was probably getting ready for her arrival. She knew for a fact that she was far too tired to have the sex she promised tonight, but wanted to avoid disappointing her boyfriend at all costs. (Y/n) shut the door of her car and drove home listening to the radio, trying not to be too upset. After driving all the way home on autopilot, she parked and entered hers and Emmett’s home, dumping her bags by the door. She trudged upstairs before sighing and pushing the bedroom door open slowly.

There he was. Emmett sat shirtless on their bed with a warm smile on his features, ready to welcome (y/n) home. The way his abs rippled as he perked up at the sound of her made the girl’s mouth water, but her eyes began to do the same.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Emmett was at (y/n)’s side in a flash, picking his girlfriend up like a child and hooking his index finger under her chin so they were eye-to-eye. “Talk to me, sugar.”

(Y/n)‘s lip trembled before she spoke “Em, I’m really tired, too tired to have sex. But I’m so angry with myself because I really didn’t want to disappoint you and I know you were looking forward to sex and I promised sex so I feel terrible not following through and I-”

Emmett cut her off gently with a sweet kiss, they could both taste the tears that had begun to stream down (y/n)‘s cheeks. “Sweetheart, please calm down. I’m not disappointed in the slightest. You really think I would be mad because you stood up for yourself and changed your mind? It was simply an incentive to go to work, just so if you needed something to look forward to, I would be there. We can have sex another time, my love, we do it almost every day.” He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and wiping tears away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was just stressing me out because the amount I want you isn’t even funny, I just don’t have the physical energy tonight.”

You could almost see the lightbulb that turned on above Emmett’s head. “I have an idea. If you’re stressed and you still want me to make you cum, I would be happy to put my mouth to work. Only if you want me to, of course.”

The change in (y/n)’s heartbeat and breathing told the vampire right away what her answer was. However, she wouldn’t give it to him that easy. “But then you’re not getting anything out of it! That’s what I’m upset about, I promised you pleasure and I didn’t deliver.”

“Are you kidding me? You think eating your pussy isn’t pleasurable for me? I could prolly cream my pants just eating you out and listening to the noises you make for me.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and her jaw fell slack. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

He smirked. “Is that a yes, princess?”

“Yes please, Em, that would be so nice.”

Emmett gave her a quick eskimo kiss and they teamed up to remove all of (y/n)’s clothing, besides her panties. He flashed her a wide grin before gently flipping her onto her stomach. His strong hands massaged circles down her back as he kissed her neck. She moaned almost immediately as his fingers worked the stress out of her body. Emmett’s thumbs came to circle the small of her back as he sucked marks into her shoulder blades. He cupped her butt with his two hands and felt that for a moment before placing her on her back and pressing his lips to hers. 

“I love you so much.” He murmured, trailing his lips down her neck and collarbones, stopping for a moment to pay some attention to each nipple. He truly was the king of foreplay, making sure she was completely turned on before they started anything. As his lips made contact with (y/n)’s hipbones, his thick fingers brushed against her clothed core. He could feel just how soaked she was, and he internally jumped with excitement. No matter how many times he got the pleasure of making her feel this way, Emmett still reflected on how lucky he was that the beautiful woman underneath him loved and trusted him with her whole body. He was sure to never disappoint.

Emmett’s hand gripped her hips lightly, and he used his thumbs to stroke the skin underneath (y/n)’s waistband, teasing her slightly, before gently pulling them down her legs and off of her. His large hands smoothed out her inner thighs and spread her legs. He paused for a moment to take in the beautiful view in front of him, her pussy glistening and ready for his mouth.

“Emmett?”

“Yes ma’am?” “Would you please hold my hand?”

Emmett’s un-beating heart simply burst with love at this moment in time. “Of course I will, kitten.”

The fingers on Emmett’s right hand intertwined themselves with those on (y/n)’s left, and he placed his other hand on her hips to steady her.

He kissed her thighs a few times before licking a stripe directly up the center of her folds and plunging his tongue deep inside of her. This earned him a breathy groan, sending a jolt straight to his cock. He hadn't realized how hard he was until this moment, but stuck it out of his mind. He would be damned if he let anything get in the way of him giving his woman a mind-blowing orgasm tonight. (Y/n)’s free hand dipped into Emmett’s dark hair, pulling at it’s roots and scratching his scalp. The vampire moaned into the touch, sending vibrations through (y/n)’s pussy. He wrapped his lips around her clit and began to lick, suck, and nip at the bundle of nerves, quickly making her fall apart underneath his touch. Emmett continued building up the pressure, pushing the girl closer to her orgasm with every move.

“Fuck, Em, please. Please, God, don't stop.” Emmett smirked into her pussy and continued at a fervent pace, noticing again how his cock ached as she said his name. He realized how true his earlier statement was about to be, as he neared his own orgasm. “Jesus Christ, baby, please! I'm so close, fuck!”

This was all it took to send them both over the edge. (Y/n) squirted all over her boyfriend’s face, and he wasted no time lapping it all up and coaxing her through her orgasm. Emmett did, in fact, cream his pants listening to the way his name fell off of her lips and feeling her tug on his curls. “Look what you did to me, babygirl.” He chuckled sheepishly and pulled his sweats down to reveal his grey boxers. A dark spot was prominent on the front of them.

“Fuck, that’s really hot.” She smiled, eyelids half-closed, sleep fighting to overcome her.

“Ah ah, no sleep yet, honey. Go use the bathroom first, no UTI’s for you.”

“God, you’re such a good boyfriend.” She smiled, cupping his cheek, which was soaked in her own arousal. “Come with me and I’ll clean off your face for you. And your dick.” (Y/n) giggled, grabbing him a clean pair of boxers and herself one of Emmett’s smallest t-shirts, which (of course) she was still swimming in. She took his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, where she pressed herself into his bare chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Look in the mirror, we look hot as hell.” His big hands slid down her back to squeeze her ass, making her laugh.

“We sure do.” He gave her a dirty kiss and slid his shirt over her body, removing his sweats and underwear as she went to go pee. Emmett used a cloth to first clean his face. Before he could reach for his cock to wipe it off, his girlfriend rushed over and sunk to her knees in front of him. Her doe eyes never left his as she sucked the cum off of his member, leaving it spotless. Emmett’s jaw dropped and he had to fight in order to not get hard again. (Y/n) tugged the boxers from his hand and tapped his ankles, asking him to step into them. She pulled them up and dropped the band low on his waist, dragging her hands up his chest before she kissed him.

“I fucking love you.” Emmett said, carrying her off to bed.

“I fucking love you more.”

[muffindaddystyles]

Hearth.

A/N: I dunno if I've got any desi/brown/poc readers but if you're reading this I love you so much and you (us) deserve the same validation and representation others get.

Here's a blurb as to what it feels like celebrating Eid with Harry! Enjoy!

Warning: none — just loads of fluff.

More Inspos, Masterlist, Let's Talk

The night's pretty with murky clouds and thick layer of moon's brightness as Y/N cleans her flat, from scrubbing her Persian rugs to deep cleansing her vases back from her homeland. The flame evaporating from her candles scented like springs of Kashmir, flickers from her blowing sheer curtains due to the zephyr flurring outside.

She feels content, at peace waiting for Harry who promised that he'll be at her place by 11. He always comes an hour early helping her in setting the table before the iftari, they've been doing it together since the start of ramdan until today when he texted her he's busy along with a sad smiley.

It was fun. He fasted with her once or twice and would make sure she's hydrated enough once they break it, his love for rooh-afzah (it's a drink red in color made from essence of roses and some sweet herbs) will never fail to make her giggle as he'd demand for more after gulping two glasses already.

Then showing her his tummy along with his food pregnant jokes.

Her classes are online so it gave her time to experiment some cooking. They'd make samosas together and she always had an urge to hold back her cooes as his tongue used to poke out in concentration everytime his diligent fingers folded the samosa sheets skillfully.

"Did a pretty go'job here, innit?" He'd grin raising it like a summat trophy.

The moment he used to leave her flat (ofcourse after giving a tight hug before doing so) they both missed eachother terribly, y/n doesn't like the way her home falls into an abyss without his presence.

He's like a sunshine that warms her insides up.

The whistle of kettle and several raps of knocks on her door drags her from her fond memories of them together, she slings her feet down from the coffee table rushing to open it.

"Angel."

Harry says breathlessly prolly because he climbed three flight of stairs to get to her or that he's utterly flustered.

Her eyes remain struck at the thingies piled in his arms, a box of chocolates, many brown bags and stems of freshly blood ripped roses tucked between his knuckles.

He bought all of these gifts for her.

To make her feel like home.

To be her home.

What the fuck, nobody has ever done that for her —-- she just mighty cry.

Her mouths gupples like a fish too overwhelmed to react her emotions out and he gives her a sweet smile kicking the door shut with his feet -- gestures her to wait when she almost jumps like a cub to hug him and puts everything on the sofa knowing the things inside them's too delicate.

"C'mere, baby." He grins and she doesn't waste a moment falling in his embrace. Her cheeks smashes against his taught chest and she fists the hem of his shirt smiling too hard for her own sake as he sways them with his own rosy cheek squished against her temple.

"I love you so much, thank you." She murmurs gazing up at him with glinting eyes -- arms still lopped around his waist and his chin doubles adorably as he gives her his signature bunny grin kissing the tip of her nose, "Love you too bubba ... don't want ya homesick, at alllll."

The aggressive whistle of kettle parts them away, "Cuppa cha? Then we'll unwrap these pleasanteris." She points at the paper bags.

He nods flopping onto the floor cushions beside the large oak window of the balcony where they could bathe in moonlight.

"Thank you." He quips, kissing her fingertips while slipping his fingers under the handle of mug and takes it from her as she sits infront of him. He admires her for a second —- fawning over how she's looking so soft and cuddle-able wearing a baggy mauve kurta and some mismatched shalwar.

The tearing open of the stuffing tissue brings him back to focus --- this, he wanted to see this happiness dance over her features as she clutches the ethnic traditional dress he bought for her infront of her and when lifts it down he's met by overly excited eyes.

It's ethereal with golden details, handmade wire work and sheer fabric.

"It's gorgeous, pups." She squeezes his hand and he takes the sip of his cha smiling against the rim of the mug shyly, "Wasn't s' sure -- Sarah helped me in collecting stuff." Sarah's Y/N's bestfriend who was the only desi/brown in her filming class.

"No wonder she was being a lil sneak." Y/N chuckles already rummaging for what comes next.

He wanted to make sure he gets her everything they do traditionally in her culture and ate Sara's ears off to help him buy the most special thing and it's right there creating sweet noise when they touch eachother, dangling from her fingers.

"Churiyan .... " She whispers bitting down a smile. She loves glass bangles. Their colourfulness cheers her mood up and she'd always go with her Nani a night prior eid to select the most flamboyant pair of them from a bazar (market).

"This -— " She gestures to the gifts scattered around them, " —-- all of this and you, means alot to me." She sighs giving him a wet smile and he smoothes his thumb against her cheek like she's the most fragile thing to exist.

He watches her in a tad confusion when she stands up with a giggly squeal putting everything away and comes back with a tube of henna in her hand.

"It's chand raat t'night 'cos tommorrow is eid -- usually I spend it with Sarah and we apply henna to eachother, we're horrible at it honestly but now she isn't here 'm gonna bite yours ears —-" He cuts her off. Ushering her to sit back on her spot. He couldn't be more glad to spend all of his time with her whether it's just watching her make designs on her hand with henna.

"Your cha's waftin'." He shakes his head bringing it to her lips, "It's hot." She tells him drawing a circle on her palm and filling it with beautiful darkness of henna.

"Okie then ... " He blows at the hot beverage to cool it down and again brings it to her lips, "Now." He croons softly to her. She holds his wrist taking a sip from it -- he tucks the strand of her hair back and she smiles up at him making him chuckle when she takes a huge sigh as if her soul just woke up.

"What do we d'tommorrow?" He asks. Knowing most of the time they went to Zayn's house on Eids his mother used to fill the whole table with delicious dishes and the whole day was spent having fun.

"We do nothing but have loads of nice time -- I already made a dessert 'cos I know I'll be too lazy in the mornin', and invited your friends if that's okay?" She glances up at him done with her left palm.

"Perfect then," He nods, "D'ya need help with the other one?" He asks grabbing her right hand and the tube of henna from her.

"Yes, please." She shows him her hand covered with with henna and since it's wet she could do one thing wait or let him do it. The second options sounds more good.

"Not on me if it gets messed up." He warns her nonchalantly following the same pattern of her left hand. Stealing glances of her attractive face every now and then, dotting her moles with his intense gaze, he just thinks her brown eyes look more intricate – it's specks as if the forests soil on the first rains when they dilate with her racing heartbeat.

They're like an open book to him and at the same time mysteriously dark that he feels like burning a match to melt in them.

"You did it way better than me," She snorts examining it closely and turns the other way round to lay down on the carpeted floor and rest her head in his lap. He wipes his own hands watching the dark henna leaving a swipe of color on his fingertips.

He pets her hair, dimples milking into his cheeks when she raises her both hands infront of him -- blocking the moonlight that's falling on her, "When I was small I always used to end up getting it on my face and lemme tell ya. Having a yellow blotch isn't even a tiny bit fascinating on the only day you could dress up fancy."

His chest rumbles with giggles and he brings her hands closer to her lips blowing raspberries at them to get them dry early.

Comfortable silence envelopes them in to the point where they could hear crickets singing outside and moonlight sparkling on their skin —- she breaks it cuddling up into his chest.

"I really appreciate this, Harry." Her voice hushed whisper and her cherry stained lips couldn't resist but to patch kisses where his heart lays and she could sense it kicking a pace, "The fact that you did so much just for me -- is beyond my thought. I really feel like home." He let her speak. Squeezing her shoulders to convey the fierceness of his emotions he holds for her. His silken lips pressed to her temple and his eyelids flutters with each spurt of breath she inhales.

"I'll keep making you feel like home, till the day you'll allow me." Today. He for actually felt that his home was never a building or the luxurious furniture adorned inside it, but her. It's always gonna be her.

Because the moment he gets lost in those eyes all he come across is their shared laughter, their moments spent on this balcony right outside sipping onto their chas and watching the city wake up infront of their eyes, going to places he has never been to before, doing things he never thought he'd do in hundered years —- he isn't a big fan of spices but he still pretends like a big boi infront of her while eating pani puri she's oh so obsessed with.

The times she was never embarrassed to introduce him to her community or her friends, and getting soaked into rains even though they could've just used his car, having days planned to make him try new desi dishes, going to buy candles of many scent and shapes with him but then never feeling like leaving the store until he warns her that he'll throw her on his shoulder infront of everyone.

Going to Turkish markets together. He's a bread lover and so all this time he doesn't feel like leaving the shops filled with different kiln and tandoori breads. Eating Simit and drinking black tea in the amardu cups sitting outside the cafe –- he likes it with cheese while she might sound bland she just likes a bit of butter.

Them deciding for hours and hours which Persian rug to buy -- but never buying it apologising to the shop keeper.

Giving eachother head massages from the organic rosemary Morrocon oil that one of her friend gifted her, (Y/N) thinks she's one hell of a masseuse but Harry thinks otherwise —- though he would never ever break her heart so it's better keeping it a secret.

His nose creates a purring sound while he sleeps leaning against the wall, he doesn't even remember when he fell into the deep slumber with his large hand still wrapped around her wrist in a protective manner to keep her from moving.

It's cute.

Though when she stirs to regain consciousness with the birds chirping outside she feels remorseful finding him sleeping in such an uncomfy position just because of her and he wakes up with a loud wheeze —- blinking rapidly to see what just happened only to visibly relax back when she shushes him gently.

"Baby .... shit." He grogs out, knuckling at his eyes pointing at her jaw which's covered into a orangish streak, "Don't tell me." She groans bumping her head against his bicep.

A moment later they burst into fits of hoarse giggles and chuckles. She'd try to suck in air to not to snort and would do it nonetheless driving them more into belly aching laughter.

"Eid Mubarak, I guess?" He cackles loudly. Dimple coveting in to his velvet of skin. Rubs the tip of his nose against her's affectionately and swoons her in his arms to hug her warmly.

"Now -— go 'n dress up, c'mon." He cups the nape of her neck playing with the baby hair there and she whines smushing her face against his chest, "No. Lemme sleep some more."

"Heyyy none of that, c'mon sleepy girl you'll regret it later." He boops her nose smiling down at her fondly and she grumbles mumbling something in between you're so annoying or you're being so much like my mum.

He waits for her laying on the sofa with his arms folded and eyes closed. Prolly took a mini version of nap only to perk his head up grabbing the back of sofa when she returns with wet hair, soft clean face and lips tinted cherry wearing the dress and bangles he bought for her.

An enchantress from head to toe, he wouldn't even complain if she bewitches him.

He needs someone to pinch his bum because he thinks his eyelids might have struck. He takes a dramatic breather mischievously, pupils dilated cutesly and heart shaped lips parted with the sweet loving words in praise of her beauty burning at the tip of his tongue.

His fawning gives her butterflies. Expanding her chest with warmth and she does a three-sixty when he spindles his nimble in the air demanding her to show herself from every angle.

Her head falls back. An echo of happy giggles resonating in the room when he smacks his hand against his chest and flops into heaps of sofa cushions.

"You're fuckin' beautiful, a total knockout." He walks towards her with his hands spread open and takes her's to kiss the inside of her palms, "So are you." Her voice small with shyness. He sits on her on sofa and stays beside her with his chin perched upon his knuckles staring at her like she hung the moon -- as if she's a prayer come true.

"Did you get me ready to d'nothing?" She turns towards him. The curled up fringes kissing the apples of her cheeks same as his fingertips are dying to do so.

"I might sound selfish but it was a trap to get you ready early so I could admire you till everyone squeeze between us ... " He smirks and she huffs sinking deeper into the sofa throwing her limbs in air and his breath hitches when her bangles clanks together producing a beautiful noise.

"Harry!!" She whines.

"Okie, time to fill some grumpy kitten's tummy." He announces standing up to head to kitchen and she shakes her head with a silly smile trailing behind him.

All she knows is that. This Eid she'll have the best time of her life, as she could already feel his energy and love radiating in every corner of her home.

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@harryforvogue idk why but everytime I'd sit to write this blurb you'd pop in my mind, hope so you're not hiccuping wildly.

[tgoshiki]

tiny lil rant ahead ahh

ok so listen. i love my bf dearly. so so very dearly i really and truly do. but i’m so. UGH. ok so we have a little like “date” planned today right. but it’s not really a date we’re jus gonna go out to eat then he’s gonna take me shopping so i can buy an outfit for the concert tomorrow bc i have procrastinated terribly. and i can’t jus shop here bc there’s no place to shop in my tiny little town so i have to go to his city which is like an hour away n stuff n yadda yadda. ANYWAYS. i asked him what time he wanted to meet n he said five n i was like. ah ok but yk like all i’m thinkin is ab whether that’ll be enough time to shop or not yk. n he was like “n i checked all the store times so it should be fine” but it we go out n eat then that’ll only give us like an hour or under before most of them close yk?? which is fine. i honestly despise shopping w my whole heart. but my anxiety ab things likes this jus gets so bad kedbdj. so i was like “ok well then we can jus go to tjmaxx n i’ll look for something there bc it doesn’t close til 9” plus they have like. clearance aisles n stuff n i plan on paying for what i buy so. that’d be better anw. but then he’s like “well don’t you want to go to one of the more expensive places?”

and ok. so maybe this is jus like a raising up thing. but i come from a single mother home n we’ve never been under the table poor but i’ve alw had to look for deals on clothes n keep my money to help my ma pays bills my whole life yk. like that’s jus how i was raised i didn’t get lots of like super fancy things bc we jus couldn’t afford it. my bf on the other hand comes from a pretty well off family. like they’re not overflowing rich but they make good money and they always have so they’ve jus bought whatever they wanted or needed right off the shelves n didn’t have to worry ab it yk? which is great. i love that they’re in a comfy enough financial situation to do that. but it jus makes me like. feel weirdly uncomfortable? when he’ll suggest things like this bc ik it means he’s expecting to pay for it. like he wants to take me to one of the “expensive boutiques” in his city n he wants to pay for the outfit i get but that’s like. $75 JUST for a pair of jeans??? the NORMAL jeans. and i could never fathom spending that ever on an article of clothing it’s like. insanely shell shocking.

and today isn’t even like the first time any of this stuff has happened like we’ll be literally anywhere and he’ll step in front of me at the register n jus. swipe his card? which do not get me wrong i’m so very grateful. honestly. but it also makes me feel like insanely guilty bc he dishes out all this money on me n never lets me pay for anything myself n i jus. idk. none of this is prolly making any sense n i prolly jus sound insanely ungrateful n like a brat but it’s so hard to adjust to a lifestyle i wasn’t raised in like that and i’m jus a little overwhelmed

sorry for that ok i’m done now.

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Heart of the Storm

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Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Word Count: 4kish (preview 1kish)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort • Hints of Classism • JK is Soft and Strong (full fic has more warnings)

Rating: Explicit/18+ (for the full fic)

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you are the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach... But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart... or finally set it free. 

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You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here...

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The girl who usually slept in the bed across from yours is your roommate and  best friend since sophomore year of high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the obscenely wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them. Yet you had become sisters in the truest sense of the word.  

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder died down. 

But she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week - like the majority of your peers - but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought...

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard the sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays - the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening - an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms - yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

But the princess was nowhere in sight now...

Now you were just a terrified girl curled up on her bed and Jungkook felt his heart wrench painfully at the sight of you so untethered. 

You could not see him - even though he stood right in front of you. It wasn’t till his hands connected with your shoulders that you finally registered the presence of another human being and slowly brought your eyes up to meet his.

There was a moment of silence as your gazes melded together in a strange intimate haze unlike anything either of you had encountered before. 

Then you reached out - curling your hand into the loose fabric of his shirt as you yanked him down on top of you. 

“Please,” you whispered into the firm plane of his chest, “please hold me.”

Strong muscled arms wrapped around you.

And for the first time in so very long...

You felt safe.

He smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of vanilla.

But oh...

He felt like home.

Not the many houses you grew up in - but a home. The kind you only ever heard of.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, lips pressed intimately to the sweet softness of your hair, “I’ve got you.” 

Thunder shook the room again and you burrowed impossibly closer to him, too frightened to notice that you wore only a t-shirt and nothing else, too terrified to care that the haven you sought was the beautiful man you passed by countless times in last few months, but could never quite work up the courage to speak to. 

Now your body tangled desperately with his, drawing immeasurable comfort from his solid warmth and the soothing circles he traced over your back. 

Jungkook was profoundly aware of both your state of undress and the soft curves of your body pressed insistently against his own, but that awareness paled in comparison to the fierce wave of protectiveness swelling up within him. 

You were no damsel in distress. You were brilliant, beautiful, and president of the self-defense club. He’d seen you flip a linebacker over your shoulder like a pancake during a demonstration once (which had given him an immediate boner for reasons he deliberately never explored).

But right now - right here - in this moment - you needed him... and holding you close - keeping you safe was the only thing on his mind. 

The tremors came and went sporadically as the storm raged on around you. His arms were an anchor each time the fear threatened to sweep you away. 

It took a few minutes for your scattered senses to identify the new sound braiding hypnotically in between the rolls of thunder and the rhythmic cadence of your own breathing. 

Jeon Jungkook was singing to you. 

Another time it might have amused you to consider that a man whose face and form bordered on sinful possessed a voice that was utterly angelic. The notes he sang curled through the air, piercing effortlessly past the fog to wrap over your heart like a warm blanket. 

“I see you getting sad... I see it running through your blood...”

Your muscles began to relax. The pounding in your chest began to slow. 

“Let it run like water out of mud...”

Your breathing gradually evened out.

“Yell the sadness loud... Throw it up against the wall...”

Sensation crept back into your limbs. Awareness returned. 

“See what stays then go and put it on... It keeps you warm…”

And suddenly you were in his arms - truly in his arms for the first time that night. 

“I will love you anyway with all your demons in the way… Nothing can keep us apart...I walk through walls into your heart…”

His warmth was everywhere. The gentle comfort he brushed over your skin swirled around you till the sound of the storm faded away. 

Till there was only him. 

“I don’t mind… I don’t mind… I don’t ...mind…”

He felt the change in you, the incremental return from disconnected terror to tentative presence of mind, but you made no move to disentangle yourself, content to let his touch and his voice chase away the last trace of your nightmare. 

You would stay in this moment - safe and surrounded and so unexpectedly content - forever if you could. 

Jeon Jungkook had found you adrift and pulled you back from the edge. He’d done what no one else could..

What no one else (save your best friend) had even bothered to try.  

And he’d done it selflessly.  

As a corporate princess, you were worth millions in assets, but so often left begging for pittance when it came to genuine care. 

You would have paid millions to be held like this just once. 

The adrenaline raging through your body finally began to dissipate, and in its immediate wake, exhaustion crashed over you heavy and hard. 

Sleep tugged insistently at the corners of your mind, but one last coherent urge burned so brightly that it could not be ignored or overtaken. 

Your fingers twisted into the thick curls at the nape of his neck, drawing him down till you felt the soft press of his lips against your own. 

You had never kissed like this; intimately - languidly - as if the brush of his mouth against yours was familiar across worlds and lifetimes. The small intake breath before he gave in to your gentle exploration was the loveliest sound you had ever heard. 

He was the song that drew you - not like a siren to your doom - but like a lighthouse to the shore. 

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[danhoemei]

MDZS questions:

2, 4, 6, 11, 13? 😊

Hello wonderful person 💚💚

2. How did you get to know MDZS?

I kept seeing the manhua around when it had just a few first chapters posted on some site where I read BL mangas. I finally got curious enough to give it a try, didn’t understand many things with so much going on, new characters constantly popping out, and because it was literally my first xianxia danmei so I was not familiar with many concepts and literally spat my spit when they shouted “mount your swords!” and hopped on their weapons, I freaking lost it then. But I was there for the romance initially so I didn’t mind my confusion and just wanted to see the progress of the main pair’s relationship and what dynamic to expect. The manhua chapters back then ended right after wwx summoned wen ning for the first time and was taken to gusu by lwj, who very obviously realised who he was and was fiercely protective and much fond. The last translated chapter was wwx being subdued by unfazed lwj and falling asleep on top of him after teasing him too much. Aaand well by that point I was already hooked completely. 

I was desperate to see more, so I googled if there were more chapters somewhere, saw that it’s based on the novel and jumped right to reading it. It was still being translated tho so I spent prolly half a year of desperate yearning and checking for updates from exiledrebels each week. I was initially there for the romance, but the world, the plot, all the characters and their threads fascinated me so bad that I was immersed in its entirety. The moment I read the final chapters with the culmination of the story, all the reveals and confessions finally taking place, I experienced the biggest catharsis in my entire freaking life lmfao. It still took a long time for me to read all the extras or go back to read the uncensored chapters because the source material kept changing. So yeah, my first experience of mdzs was quite messy and very scattered through time. But I don’t regret taking it up one bit 💚 

4. your favorite MDZS character? Why?

Wei wuxian 💚 He’s a ray of sunshine which doesn’t shy away from being tainted and thrown into the deepest darkness in the name of his loved ones and his beliefs, and still manages to shine. He is strong and resilient, but also incredibly empathetic and soft. He’s bold and daring, one of the smartest people ever, and filled with so much intense love. Annoyingly full of himself, but ngl it’s kind of an envy. I respect him terribly for a lot reasons and he’s one of my fav characters of all time, even if he did make me feel intense second-hand embarrassment at times xD

6. your favorite episode?

Mmmm I take it as the drama episode? I’m still at the beginning of cql so can’t really decide yet, but that’s a Thought to have while watching, I’ll keep that in mind ayy

11. Favourite Wei Wuxian era? (Cloud recess, Wandering with LZ, Yiling Patriarch, post-resurrection …)?

Idk how to call that period, kind of pre yiling laozu? After he came back from “the dead” to the jiang sect but before he needed to defect from it to save the Wen remnants. Many horrible things happened but the three siblings found each other again and the future started looking brighter! They gradually rebuilt their sect, qishan wen was finally being pushed off their high throne, there were some fun inter-sect activities like the hunt on the phoenix mountain, xuanli gravitated towards each other giving a promise of a strong alliance between jin and jiang sects. It wasn’t perfect but it was hopeful. And when I was reading, even though I knew the future, I still couldn’t get rid of that shining hope during bits of happiness.

And then everything went to shit, as promised by mxtx in the very first chapter :)

Well, I could stretch this period to include the yiling laozu period, at least when things settled down and wwx was living peacefully (as much as he could) with his Wen family <3 Until he got more and more messed up which led to him losing control ;-;

I am very fond of the lighter periods, like wwx finally getting his happiness with lwj after everything he suffered, I think I wouldn’t be able to continue living peacefully without this story being a happy end. But those two periods somehow stayed with me the most, imperfect and tough but also full of joy and working for the future. People scarred and with a lot on their plates, but supporting each other and repeatedly managing to rise again. Kind of what life is like, I’d say?

13. Headcanons?

The relationship between wwx and jc improves and wwx can spend casual time with his family in his old home lotus pier 💚 I talked a bit about it in this post but in short jc needs to chill the fuck out, learn healthy coping mechanisms, apologize, and actively work to mend his relationship with wwx. But also wwx needs to want to learn jc and finally understand him instead of jumping to conclusions and fueling their misunderstandings. Both of them have work to do for this to happen and it wouldn’t be easy, but I enjoy this thought and need this image for my preferable wholesome ending. Peace

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Ship: Sansby (Grillby x Sans - established) Characters: Sans, Grillby, Papyrus Summary: Grillby closes early to go pick up Sans for their first official date Words:  1495

He closed much earlier than he intended. Initially, he was planning to close after the supper rush, which he thought would leave plenty of time for his date. He’d been spot cleaning every inch of the restaurant throughout the day, specifically so he’d be able to close the restaurant on time to this schedule. However, a while before the dinner rush usually came by, the last customers filtered out, two of them giving him a smile and a cryptic ‘good luck’.

Grillby was left in an oddly silent restaurant, the habitual warmth only present in temperature. He flickered, wishing for a moment for Sans to be there. The small skeleton had spent many a closing with Grillby, seated casually at his stool and sharing puns and stories, or the occasional retelling of a nightmare. The flame flickered, shaking his head. There was a reason his restaurant was so oddly empty. He pushed an anxious worry out of his mind, and fetched his coat, gloves and boots. His phone was retrieved from his coat pocket, a slew of puns waiting for him in the form of text messages. Clearly Sans was in a good mood today, the messages coming in one after another. A smile split his face as he read through them, most of them bar-related. Grillby would never know how Sans knew so many jokes and plays on words, constantly having new material to share, only using what he dubbed as ‘classics’ over and over again. Those were typically bone-related.

His hands hovered over the keyboard for a minute, his mind blank for what to say. Was Sans busy right now? What would he do if Sans had changed his mind? Grillby tried a few things, before settling on ‘I’m on my way, is that alright?’

The response was immediate; ‘*ok, c u soon’.

His soul fluttered, a quick breath escaping Grillby. He dressed for the weather, and stepped outside, locking his restaurant behind him. He fumbled with the keys, double checking that no one was around and wanted in. Grillby tucked his hands into his pockets and started the short trek across town. He could feel his soul tremble, and he couldn’t help the few ‘what if’s that entered his mind. He didn’t think he should feel as nervous as he did, as though he was still in his stripes, abashedly holding his parents’ hands as they took him to his first day of school. It was utterly inexcusable, comparing this moment to years of running a business, dealing with drunk late-night stragglers, or even going to war. It was silly. It was-

His flames flickered, popping quietly in the cold evening air. He tried to focus on the crunching of snow beneath his boots, getting him closer and closer to his destination. Closer to the moment he would face who would be answering the wreath-adorned door.

… this wasn’t helping.

It was just a date. Grillby has been on hundreds of them before, he knew exactly how it would play out. He would knock on the door, wait for an answer, say something nice, ask if they’re ready to go, and then go. Easy.

He paused, standing in front of the decorated two-story home. Was he really here already? Adjusting his gloves, he wondered if he should have brought flowers. No, that was too old-fashioned these days, and Grillby probably would have wilted them by now with his heat.

Besides, Sans didn’t like flowers.

The door was ripped open as Grillby raised a hand to knock, revealing a beaming Papyrus. The flame monster was pulled inside, the door closing behind him with a slam. In a spin, the skeleton had undone the flame’s coat and threw it gracefully onto a hook on the wall.

“Hello, Grillby!” Papyrus grabbed both of the elemental’s hands in a clasp, bending into his personal space. “I see you are here to waltz my brother away on a magical and fantastic first date, correct?” The tall skeleton gave Grillby a grin.

“…uhm-” Grillby blinked, needing a moment to let his mind catch up with his body.

“Of course you are!” Papyrus continued, completely fine with filling the air with his own chatter. “I trust that you have a distinctly non-greasy place of nourishment chosen for the evening, and that you will return my brother at a reasonable time-”

Grillby smiled, wasn’t it the older brother’s job to say all this?

“- and do be careful, I know Sans has been having one of his good days, but we don’t want it to go sour at the last minute! He has my number, oh! I should give you mine! Just in case!” Papyrus dragged Grillby into their loud living room -it was the only word the flame could find that suited the terrible carpeting- and all but shoved him onto the surprisingly soft couch.

The younger skeleton finessed his hands, showing off his red gloves that matched his sweater. He dug out his phone, and held it out for Grillby. With a quick exchange, Grillby was able to move on from the odd role reversal when Sans came downstairs. He was dressed in his usual, but Grillby didn’t really expect him to fancy up for a simple date. Sans was also wearing a pair of sunglasses, oddly enough. Grillby could see they were taped to the side of his skull.

Papyrus turned quickly, greeting his brother, “Sans! About time, your date is waiting!”

Sans shrugged, hands deep in his pockets, “sorry bro, was just makin’ sure i had everythin’.”

Papyrus watched his brother shuffle closer, crossing his arms. “You were setting up another joke, weren’t you? What is with the sunglasses?”

Sans grinned, giving Grillby the a pair of finger-guns. “don’t wanna be blinded by the star in the room,” he winked, watching Grillby’s flames burn slightly yellow.

“…Sans, please.”

“Sans, now isn’t the time for this!” Papyrus gave an impatient stomp of his foot. Grillby noted the striped orange and red socks, and wondered if he’d ever seen Papyrus barefooted before now. “Do you want to scare your date off before it even begins?”

“impossible, g wouldn’t shoot so low.”

The taller skeleton grumbled, “You’re stretching for those.”

Sans simply shrugged a second time. “well, g, ya ready to go?” The shorter skeleton still had to look up a little to meet his date’s face, despite Grillby sitting.

“Wait!” Papyrus ran off to his room suddenly, shouting as he went, “This is a momentous occasion, it needs to be remembered!”

Grillby shook his head, chuckling. It was amusing how excited Papyrus was for this. The pair was planning on this to be a simple occasion, but clearly Papyrus wanted a say in it all. It was good to see the brothers get along so well, Grillby having rocky relations with his own family.

Grillby looked to Sans, who grinned. He returned a small smile, and the flame leaned over to place a kiss on the skeleton’s forehead. Watching the yellow flush cross Sans’ cheeks always made Grillby’s fire crackle happily.

Papyrus loudly bounded down the stairs, carrying a small Polaroid camera. Its surface was dented and scratched, obviously having been found in the dump and repaired to a functional state. Grillby suspected it was Sans, as he knew the skeleton was smarter than he let on. Papyrus gestured for Grillby to stay put, and lifted Sans up onto the couch himself. “Stay right there,” he backed up, and looked through the viewfinder of the camera. He lowered it for a second, “Don’t forget to smile!”

Sans chuckled, used to Papyrus’ antics, and offered a wide grin.

Grillby fiddled with his hands again, his fire popping. “…don’t photograph well,” he told them, but the camera already flashed.

Sans pat him on the shoulder, “it’s fine, grillbz. paps prolly wouldn’t let us leave without it-” he hopped down from the couch.

“Of course I wouldn’t!” Papyrus put a hand to his chest, looking insulted. “It’s only the brotherly thing to do- it’s not everyday that your brother goes on his very first date ever-”

“yea, ok, thanks for the pic, see you in a few hours, bye!” Sans cut Papyrus off, grabbed Grillby’s hand, and pulled the flame off the couch, toward the door. Grillby could never tell if it was that he was lighter than he thought he was, or that Sans had a surprising amount of strength in his frail frame.

Grillby gave Papyrus a wave goodbye with his free hand before he grabbed his coat, following Sans outside. He watched as Sans pulled up his coat’s hood, hiding the yellow glow spread across his skull.

He smiled as he fell into step next to his date. “…really your first date?” he asked.

Sans sighed, avoiding his gaze. “maybe…”

Grillby glowed, placing a hand on Sans’ shoulder. “…make it one to remember,” he promised.

Sans grabbed Grillby’s hand, his bones engulfed by the other’s gloves. “‘m sure ya will.”

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Katsuki Bakugou as Boyfriend

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: The title

Warnings: Swearing

BF Scenarios Tag List:

@thedreadthreadanomaly​

you look really dumb right now bby, but I still love you. forever and ever, Amen

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Fights with him are… loud to say the least

And it really sucks to have him angry with you because neither of you wants to apologize (especially since the argument was about something dumb)

Surprisingly, Katsuki is usually the one to cool off first and apologize

Katsuki feels terrible when he makes you cry or sees you crying

“You know I didn’t mean that princess. I’m really sorry baby girl, come here-”

Fights aren’t prominent in the relationship, and you do your best to keep them from happening, but some days are bad, everything has gone wrong, your tired, he’s horny/mad and one of you snaps; you bursting into tears halfway through the argument, Katsuki rushing forward to catch you in his arms

He’s not the abusive type and would NEVER lay a hand on you, despite his abrasive and aggressive personality (i mean, unless it was kinky time in the sheets😉😉)

Days like those usually end with you sobbing into his shoulder, him on his knees, pressing his face into your tummy after asking for forgiveness, and even both of you crying quietly in each other's arms after a particularly bad fight

“Sweetheart, don’t cry. Sssh... everything’s ok now, I’m right here. I’m sorry I worried you, it won’t happen again.”

or

“No angel, I didn’t mean anything I said back there. I’m such a stupid bastard and you didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

or

“If you wanna talk, just come to the agency, ok? Calling me works too. Don’t keep this bottled up, ok? Then all this shit doesn’t happen.”

Despite popular opinion, Bakugou his a huge sap

Movie dates under the stars, kisses while fireworks explode overhead, holding your hand across a table in the corner of a Starbucks, blanket forts, Eskimo kisses, cuddling during thunderstorms, splashing in a park fountain after you fall in, all of the cheesy romance movie stuff he supposedly hates

In reality, he loves it. He loves being able to lay down his tough-guy bravado; watching you clutch the edge of the fountain, nearly crying with mirth. Your beautiful face smudged with makeup, water-logged hair slicked against your cheeks, rosy from your laughter. 

In these moments, he realizes how much you mean to him

Starts crying, realizing he wants to spend the rest of his goddamn life with you 

Ok, i’m writing a fic about this brb

Katsuki is the big spoon

If he’s not in a ‘big spoon’ mood, his next option would be to rest his face on your pillowy chest

If they were sore, he’s nestling his face into your soft belly so you wrap your legs around his chest and hold him close

You have to ask to be the big spoon → he’s prolly gonna say yes

JSYK: Katsuki Bakugou will blow every cent in his wallet to get something for you

He would do anything to make you happy

He loves you unconditionally, even if you’re bratty, even if you have anxiety, it doesn’t matter to him how ugly you think you are, your job doesn’t matter, your skin color doesn’t matter, your ethnicity or religion doesn’t matter, he loves you

Your relationship is based on a lot of trust

Katsuki is really gentle and quiet when you guys are alone together

Likes it when you stroke his head, play with his hair, and touch is thicc shoulders and biceps

Don’t touch his neck because he’s a little paranoid now (nearly suffocated by the sludge villain, Dabi grabbed him by the neck)

You can’t play games/tease him because he’ll feel like you don’t love him and he’s not good enough for you

(let’s face it, he uses a bitchy persona to hide his insecurity)

He’s constantly wondering why you stay with him, why you even agreed to date a guy like him

Then, a minute later, he’ll be like

“I’m the best! All those other extras couldn’t even make her smile! Who else even deserves to have such a beautiful girlfriend? Fuckers, I’ll show them!”

If your gonna tease him, tease bae about his gorgeous skinny waist

Embarrass him by pushing up his hair and kissing him on the forehead when he gets another good grade on a test

Katsuki needs support

You two charge each other’s social battery

Katsuki acts like a big tough guy all the time, but he needs someone to be there for him when he can’t keep up the act anymore

You might be mid-conversation with your friends in the common room and your boyfriend will scoop you off the couch and toss you over his shoulder

Before you know it, blankets are flipped over you and Katsuki has you trapped in his arms

His favorite thing about you is your smile/laugh/face

“You know the fucking world stops when you smile, right?”

(｡◕‿◕｡)

He takes pride in having you with him, as you saw above

Couldn’t be more proud of you if you talk back to Sero or Kirishima or when you give another classmate a beat down in training

Bakugou during the sports festival: “YEAAAH! THAT’S MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND, ASSHOLES! BEAT (his/her/their) ASS, BABY! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Katsuki is secretly a cuddly teddy bear

Ssh

Tell bae how handsome he is, how strong he is, how hot he looks in those muscle tank tops, and how pretty his eyes are

Ego → up 300%

He gets jealous easily

If any male gets too close, he’ll growl

Possessive, but in a good way

Supports you no matter what happens

[occasionallyish--archive]

new oc just dropped.... from the mlb fandom...

tiinii, the rat kwami of purification. i’m thinking their(hells yeah, undefined gender squad B] ) miraculous would either be a pair of gloves or a mask- i was gonna originally say a medical mask but wouldn’t it be sick to have a rat-themed plague doctor mask???- actually, scratch that, it starts off as a medical mask but after the user transforms it changes into a plague mask. that’s what we goin with

so uh. you can prolly already tell a lot of it is based on irony lmao- ‘cause, y’know, rats equal disease and this one equals purification and all that the rat’s special ability would be healing, so, y’know, purification. with a touch, they can do things like reversing rot, undoing rust, reviving dead plants, and healing those in need! they can heal both injuries and illnesses. this can probably only happen a couple times during a transformation though, and if it’s during a battle, should only be used if it’s life or death- because ladybug’s magical fixing everything will fix anything that isn’t immediate

with chat blanc and hawkmoth and mayura, i like to think if any miraculous holder gets unstable enough that they’ll have some sort of unstable/chaotic/evil counterpart. that said, should the rat miraculous holder ever somehow be put in a state like that, the reverse would be corruption- i admit it’s kind of similar to chat’s cataclysm, but it wouldn’t be nearly as powerful or destructive. like, rather than rotting a plant until it turns to dust, the unstable rat could only really do it to the point that the plant’s all dead and shriveled up to the point that it looks like a raisin or smth. they’d also be able to bring upon disease, though only when making contact with a victim’s... f-fluids?? i mean, like, if the corrupted rat touched an open wound or kissed somebody then it’s near certain that that somebody would end up terribly ill

i think the theme of the hero part is pretty obvious lol. we’d have these tall, grey, wide rat ears with a black plague doctor mask that just possibly has a little rat nose at the end... maybe the plague mask itself would only cover, like, the bottom half of their face though- like overhaul from bnha. but then their eye mask is connected to it, kind of resembling a real plague mask but not offering full face coverage as classic ones do. most of the rest of their suit of course resembles the other heroes’, the skintight spandex that covers the entirety of their neck down. it’s all a dark gray color, with the hands, feet, and stomach being a lighter gray(or maybe pink? but that might be too similar to the mouse miraculous) ohh!! but to just slightly push further with the doctor theme.. you know how carapace has a hood built into his suit? the rat’s suit is going to have a sort of similar like... layering? add-on like that, too, where they have a black sort of shawl that just... hangs around their shoulders. but it only reaches like halfway down their arms, stopping just below the elbows(you can get an example of this by looking up feth mercedes). maybe i can make it so the shawl also covers their neck, sort of connecting with the plague mask? but that might look weird.. and then ofc they’d have the long, pink rat’s tail in the back i’m kind of having a hard time coming up with an item of choice. i was thinking maybe a syringe? but that’s a little modern for what i’d expect, plus it can be considered violent when most miraculous gadgets we’ve seen so far are nonviolent, and can be used as tools. i’ll think more into that later

as for the holder themself, i haven’t really shaped the person’s name or appearance or anything but i do have their personality down to a T lol i want to say they have ocd, but i don’t know the experience and dunno if i could represent that in an accurate light. either way, our rat miraculous holder is a total germaphobe- they have a valid excuse to wear their mask everywhere that they go, though ofc some people will still probably end up skeptical. still, they have an obsession that “the world around me is sick and/or i am sick and will ruin the world around me” and so they have a compulsion to wash any surface before and after they’ve touched it, to use hand sanitizer every fifteen minutes or so, probably to wear gloves in any particularly social settings, etc etc despite this, though, they actually don’t mind social interaction! in fact, they’re more comfortable when with other people- as long as they’re people that they’ve established they can trust. i wouldn’t go as far as to say they’re a social butterfly, but the holder of the rat doesn’t mind of bit if somebody wants to come and establish them as a friend generally though, they can be kind of skittish- not in the way of “i’m scared, time to run away lol” but in the way of it is kind of easily to catch them off guard, and in this way they probably heavily rely on reflexes if they were akumatized prior to becoming a holder(or maybe even after??) it’d probably be triggered by somebody like.. touching their food or giving unwanted touch or something, in order to tease them for their germophobia. the goal that would come out of that would be to make other people feel the same fear that they themself feel in their day-to-day life- so their akumatized power would be like... a plague. of paranoia? anybody infected with it would become irrationally fearful

and finally, some more information on our kwami tiihii, themself: -they’re selectively mute, only speaking to their miraculous holder(even then that’s barely ever), their miraculous guardian, and... that’s probably it lol. maybe they have a special trust in tikki, since she’s the first kwami? -they’re pretty much the healer of the kwamis. should one come up with any sickness like tikki did in that one episode, they could count on tiinii to easily heal ‘em -their personality is akin to the holder’s, but probably a larger scale. they get anxious of so many things. the littlest thing can scare this bby, even though they do put effort into improving... also they probably downright hate interacting, in general. partly hence the selective mutism. -they probably speak almost purely through body language, since i’m going to assume the kwamis don’t have an established sign language. if you aren’t one of the people i named above, the most you’re going to get out of tiinii is a nod or shake or tilt of their head. otherwise you have to learn how to interpret their behavior -they have a gentle soul though and at the very least have shown to have faith in those around them

anyway, i started the oc process wanting to come out with a chaotic, homicidal hero... but i ended up with this precious one and y’know what they’re great either way <3

give me feedback! please! also ask questions abt them! help me develop the babe!

[stagtic]

Send me a character and I’ll say ... [ x ]

@ladiesofhell​ said:

Charlie?

What I love about them: i’m a sucker for optimistic, kind goofballs and i love that she’s aware that bad people exist, she just ... wants to give them a chance to prove they can be more. What I hate about them: how the FUCK does her nose work. what IS it. it confounds me. Favorite Moment/Quote: “ yeah, well ... how does it feel i got your pen, huh? BITCH. ” also her jumping behind the pop up video of angel dust to try and block it because that shit kills me. What I would like to see more focus on: her ideology, how it’s gonna hold up. rewatching the pilot, i notice that her song emphasizes the fact she seems to see her job as just ... taking people’s sins away rather than addressing the actual issues that cause them and none of the demons she supposedly “ helps ” look very happy afterwards. so i’m curious to see how she’s gonna actually operate, what her plan is. What I would like to see less focus on: her as some helpless victim to alastor. she KNOWS he’s bad news. she’s aware he has bad intentions. she’s putting faith in him because it’s what she believes in, not because she’s stupid. Favorite pairing with: chalastor because i’m a fuckin’ FOOL for opposing viewpoints learning to find some kind of harmony with each other. i also super love husklie. very glad chaggie’s canon as i’d prolly ship her with all the girls in the show anyways PFF. Favorite friendship: I WANT HER AND ANGEL TO BE FRAAAAANDS. terribly underrated dynamic imo. NOTP: nothin’ i can think of? Favorite headcanon: my hc is that since she’s a rich kid she had TONS of extracurriculars. to include really physical stuff like boxing so she’s toned. something like the kind of physique serena williams has, where she’s got curves but is also quite fit.

[kimnjss]

for part 22 !! this is long im srry ahfduhdfu

“Now laying in his lap felt like a crime. As if you were stood in self-checkout, constantly glancing over your shoulder as you scanned an expensive pair of shoes as one of those 79 cent candy bars.”

said it a couple of times, i’ll say it again. the way you write is SOOOO SOOOO good. we can feel so much and see so much which are prolly like ,,,, the most important things in writing ?? also, poor y/n. POOR POOR Y/N . she cares so so so much for miju like bruh their friendship rlly b toxic like this huh :--(

“But you can’t shake the look on Miju’s face you conjured, watching the two of you with that pouty frown of hers, arms crossed over her chest.”

the fact that this whole girl bestie crush issue is sooooo shallow but bec miju has so much issues (she needs help), y/n finds the need to constantly feel guilty ??????????? i so so so feel bad. not @ me being a miju apologist before yIKES cant believe she made our girl try to drop out of ballet ????? fucking dumbass bitch im gonna slap her so strong

“As if he’d let it go. As if he’d pick up on the slightest abnormality in your mood and just let it slip. Let you drive yourself mad with your racing thoughts and not let him in, not let him take on some of the weight. As if.”

so this is where i started crying !!! i think it’s like the nature of people to just ,,,,, idk ask when they feel something’s wrong but they dont really care enough to actually CHECK up on you ??? if that makes sense ??? i’ve had my fair share of people doing this. they’d ask but then get sidetracked and forget you were someone to worry for. this is probably why this y/n and this jimin might be my favorite. they feel so real, the emotions are so raw. i’m rlly glad our girl has jimin by her side now. he’s exactly what she needs. not just as a lover but ,,,,, as a person. yknow ??? like someone to just ground her whenever she’s so high up her mind. someone to be with her as in WITH her. i love love love that.

“No idea what’s wrong with you, but safely relieved that it’s not him. That he could help you work through whatever it is.”

i hope u know my standards for ppl is so so so high bc of ur au-s i SWEAR to god where r the fellas like this huh ???? hUUUUH ?????

“’I don’t know… I just… keep thinking about Miju.’ Jimin lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a really exaggerated way.”

jimin, u, me, same

“You’re really thinking about a girl while I got my hand on your ass? Is there something I should know?”

I LOVE HIM SM PLSSSS *INSERT CRYING EMOJI IM USING LAPTOP SO* I LOVE HIM I LOVE THE HUMOR I LOVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“His face softens at the sound of your words, becoming serious for you.”

i nominate loy! jimin for best boyfriend PERIOD if he doesnt win, RIGGED

“That’s a terrible idea.” The door slams behind the new voice, your body instantly lunging from Jimin’s lap to the vacant space behind him”

like everyone else, i tot this was miju too HAUFHDIUHFUDHUF

and then we came to the part where jimin was having his crisis bc he wants The Sex but our baby is just not having it. i actually really like the way you portrayed it. whenever he’ll talk about wanting to fuck, he’d always say but he understands and he respects. that’s reality baby. he’s a man of honor but obv he has his ~hormones~ and i cANT STRESS ENOUGH how much i love you for writing that !!!!! they jus feel real ok like . how do u even do this ???? HOW IS YOUR MIND CAPABLE OF WRITING THINGS LIKE THIS YOU TALENTED TALENTED BABY

  // ok now that i just reread it, i jus found out that they talked abt the ballet thing in this chap LMAOOOOO i thought it was when they were in the dance room ajidjfijoifjafiodj //

“Can’t wait to fast forward past all this shit. Feel like I haven’t seen you smile in a while.”

cried to this too. like ,,, cried VERY HARD. i turned my phone off AHAHHAHAHA this is pAINFUL . y/n’s going through so much and i jus feel feel feel so bad (also hits close to home) . i feel like im always gon think of this line now whenever i feel a small inconvenience afiudhuihdui . CANT WAIT TO FAST FORWARD PAST ALL THIS SHIT . WANNA SEE MYSELF SMILE AGAIN

“Surprised that he even cared about the difference, but he did.”

when i read this, yes, i cried HARDER . we all need a loy jimin in our lives huh ?? . he's just ,,,, It. like It . jimin loy best boy !!!! also @ yn. DESERVE !! youve always been the older sis, the good good friend, with jimin, u can rest bby. u can lay low, u can do whatever u want :--( u deserve it

“Did you just call me your girlfriend?”

AFHUDSHFJKAHDFJKSHAJKDHFJKAHFKJDSHFJ THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS BYE

“No.” There’s an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “I’ve only been referring you like that in my head for the past month for fun,”

im having so much fun imagining a jimin in my life FOAHDSIFHIDSHOIFHIO ihy sm for making me realize how dry my love life is CAN I PLS LIVE IN THIS UNIVERSE N TRY TO FIT MYSELF IN BETWEEN THESE TWO AJAJAJAJA (no i wont yn deserves this but whatever mom i wANT HIM)

“I want you to be my girlfriend. So that I can be your boyfriend. And we can be boyfriend and girlfriend to each other, together.”

look at them go :--( cringey babies idk theyre so so so so so so so so nd i cant stress enough SO SO SO SO ADORABLE

“Go ahead. I’ll protect you.”

IM FUCKING SCREAMINGAHDHUFDHUSHIUHAFUIHDSFUI I LOVE HIM OKAY MUM I LOVE HIM CAN I PLS HAVE HIM WHERE DO I FIND (but also, IVE BEEN SAYING IT but like thank thank thank thank fuck they found each other. though y/n has kook, jimin is jus different ,,, i mean obv right but yes im just so so so so glad. y/n doesnt need to always be strong and dependent now. she can just be her and jimin loves that. SIGN ME UP UHUH UHUH

and then we have this whole talk with the moon and y/n quoting him back. i think loy yn and jimin best couple ????? I WILL FRAME THE WHOLE MOON TALK OKAY BYE ,,,,,,,, but fr thats so wholesome and i feel so honored i get to read this FOR FREE. it’s just soooo *insert that aww-ing emoji the one w big eyes* . i love them so much im willing to risk it ALL. theyre so so so so amazing. YOURE AMAZING. i LOVE IT.