#like this is my side blog too and im always embarrassed sending asks from my old one 💔💔💔

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

ello ello it’s me @john-winston-ono-lennon (they need to make it possible to send asks from a side blog)

Don’t tell George but I stole his biscuits

here, have some

OMGGGGG???

feeling so criminal right now. Thank you for the biscuits.

I feel a presence tho. I hope he is not here...watching...

[lovelettersforthedamned]

also please please write more din djarin x reader im obsessed!!! even if it’s just five words 🥹 ❄️❄️

thinking about din djarin...

Din is extremely protective of you, that’s a given. Especially in public. 

With Din’s more known presence, you have easily become a target just by being with him. You knew that risk, but it never bothered you. 

You knew that Din could protect you, and with his constant touch on the small of your back, you never forgot. 

Din is so so so touch-starved. Let’s talk about it.

The first time you touched, Din instantly recoiled. And of course, you took this personally. You kind of strayed away from him after this happened, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

But the first time that you’ve intentionally touched, all the worry and insecurities faded.

You two were on the faint line of work partners and something else when you were injured during a supply run. You needed bacta on the wound on your side, the pain making you faint. Din took off his gloves before spraying the bacta, holding you still while he did. 

As the pain started to subside, all you could focus on was Din’s touch on your warm skin. His touch kept you grounded. 

And to Din, he was too scared at the thought of you passing for him to think twice about his touch. But after you were settled for the night, you asked him to join you in his cot, almost begging him. While he was next to you, you craved his touch as a sense of comfort, and Din wasn’t going to refuse. He was awkward at first, he was too aware of where to put his hands for a while, but after you fell asleep, he allowed himself to truly become comfortable with your touch.

Following that moment, he found himself longing for your touch when he was away on hunts. And the moment he was back, you two would be within an arm's distance from each other. 

The little things.

Din rarely had time for mundane things like cleaning and keeping his space nice. It’s the last thing on his mind. 

As time progressed, you started to do little chores around the Razor Crest. Din didn’t notice them at first; he’s usually too tired to notice anything after a job. But during the times of travel between planets, he picks up on how the ship isn’t as cluttered as it used to be, and how the main living areas feel warmer. 

When he first confronts you about it, you’re embarrassed and worried that he doesn’t like it. You immediately tell him that you can take things down and never touch anything of his anymore, but he stops you. He thanks you for keeping the ship tidy, and he loves the way everything looks more “home-like”. 

--author's note: along with peter, din will always be my number one fr. THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST BAE!!! my asks/inbox is open, so send in anything! i'm so down to chat too besties. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support mine and your other fav's blogs!! ok, ily bye<3333

[galaxicide]

SHIPPING INFO / answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog !

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER.

ben and poe...but i don't think this surprises anyone now. some people might wanna thump me for saying they share some similarities: children of the resistance; so shared history (childhood friends if you're me), tempers, flyboys, stubborn and determined, competitive, huge hearts and sm more. they just happen to be fighting on different sides of the war, which only makes things all the more delicious to me. i just think theirs is an intriguing dynamic that should have been explored more in the sequels. but alas...the mouse is a hater.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE.

i am a person who will say age is but a number when it comes to mcloving. but if there is going to be an age gap when shipping with ben, I prefer it to be a few years younger, perhaps five at the most? doesn't mean I can't be convinced further with the right mun and muse, but not to like 20, aka how old rey was... now, older...cough. that's a free for all. there's not really a limit there for me or Ben.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW.

err...dicks out? nudity and touching is what i'd consider nsfw, personally.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING.

umm, i don't think so. i'm always open to crossover and oc shipping as well as canon. but with ben it does take a partner who is rather understanding because loving ben isn't always easy, and he doesn't always find it easy either. he has a lot of baggage and black hole's worth of emotional and intimacy issues. at least in canon verses.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH.

oh, boy....well, it currently is only poe. that's more or less the only ship I wrote on my old blog and it has haunted me ever since. but that doesn't mean I'm not 39585843% open to something else. i love exploring new dynamics sm.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU.

you can send me a shippy ask and I'll see how I feel about it. or you can come kick my ass and be like WE'RE GONNA SHIP THIS BITCH. I'm pretty easygoing when it comes to shipping, always willing to dip my toesies in the water.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS.

obsessed and proud. people who think romance writing is somehow less than other forms of writing are absolute whackos and we can't be friends. love keeps the world going around, we always need more of it.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP.

yes. that is likely to remain unless my brain says otherwise. but it's rare that I singleship. hasn't happened in a long time.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM.

are you gonna make me say ben / poe again? cus this is getting embarrassing. but aside from them. i enjoy the obvious han / leia, but also finn / rey, dinn / luke, obi-wan / happiness. the usual stuff.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU.

we've been over this. jump into my ims and say BITCH GET IN THE CAR, WE SHIPPING. but again you can always send memes. they don't even have to be romantic. i do like to interact platonically, too, just to see how our muses mesh etc. that's important! being friendly ooc is a must too. friends make the best shipping partners. that's a fact, innit? and plotting stuff is so much easier if you have a good rapport. I'm always up for crossover ships and i love ships that take me by surprise.

[ticklishfiend]

Man, I always feel awkward doing these, lol. Hello! I found your work recently and really love what I've read so far! As I notice your prompts are open at the moment, if you're up for it, I'd love to see a Shinsou/Deku fic. Platonic or romantic, I don't have a preference. I just love those two together so dang much. Keep up the great work! ^^

A/N : aaa omg ok i absolutely LOVE ur blog and all ur fics, tysm for sending in a prompt!! also, this is a little longer than originally intended and i wrote it in a night so hopefully it isn't too dogshit LMAOO and pls keep in mind that this is my very first time writing for shinsou, so im not 100% sure what im doing lol <33 anyways, i rlly hope you enjoy!!

Patterned Socks (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Lee!Midoriya / Ler!Shinsou 

Summary : Shinsou is nervous after inviting Izuku over to his room, as he only just realized his crush on the green-haired boy a few weeks prior. But when Izuku shows up in full All Might attire, Shinsou can't help but tease the boy to the point of new discoveries.

Word Count : 3494

REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

. . .

Shinsou couldn’t help but feel a little...nervous. It wasn’t like he and Izuku had never hung out before, the freckled boy had invited Shinsou to hang out multiple times with his own group of friends, and it always made the usually kept-to-himself boy feel surprisingly loved and thought about. He’d even had a sleepover with Izuku and his friends before, and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun for him, as he honestly had a great time, it was just...this was going to be his and Midoriya’s first time hanging out...alone.

Being alone with Izuku shouldn’t make him feel this nervous, this bubbly, this giddy. But it did. The boy with the mop of green mess on his head wasn’t even in Shinsou’s fucking room yet and somehow the teen with eye bags deeper than the ocean itself was more than wide awake with the nerves zooming through his system. He couldn’t help it though. Not after his realization weeks ago that, ‘oh shit, maybe I actually have a crush on this little nerd.’

So here Shinsou was, sitting cross-legged with a straight posture in the middle of his bed like a fucking lunatic, twiddling his thumbs and picking at his fingers like he was minutes away from taking the biggest exam of his life, when the only thing he had to currently expect was that timid, awkward kid from Class-1A to knock on his door and hang out with him for a few hours-

Knock! Knock!

“Hey, it’s Midoriya! I’m here, sorry if I’m late!” the muffled voice from behind the bedroom door was unmistakable, and somehow it made Shinsou’s heart stop for just a moment from nerves.

‘Fucking pull yourself together!’ Shinsou thought to himself as he slid off his bed, wiping his sweaty hands against the soft and linted fabric of his plaid pajama pants. ‘You’re acting like he’s here to murder you! You’re just a couple of friends hanging out, you’re making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be!’

“You’re fine, just one sec,” Shinsou spoke nonchalantly as he made his way towards the full length mirror propped up next to his closet. He hated that he actually cared enough to look at himself, to make sure he looked good, but not too good to have Izuku think he was trying to impress him or anything, even if he WAS trying to impress him, but just not-

“Okie dokie! Take your time!” Izuku giggled, and Shinsou swore all the sweat he had JUST wiped off his gross, clammy hands had just pooled right back to his palms at that adorable little sound. That stupid fucking giggle was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

With a sigh of frustration at himself, Shinsou finally made his way towards his door, giving himself one last peek at his mirror over his shoulder before whipping his head back around and opening the door as nonchalantly as someone could perform the action.

As the door swung open, Shinsou was greeted by the sweetest smile a person could probably ever muster, the boy in front of him lifting a bag up towards the boy’s face with a giggle.

“I brought gummy worms,” Midoriya chuckled shyly, scratching the back of his neck. Shinsou couldn’t help the small tinge of endearment his eyebrows gave before trying to go back to his stoic, edgy persona, giving the boy a small smirk.

“Of course you did,” he snickered, opening the door wider to let the boy inside. “Sit your stuff wherever, I don’t mind. Just put your shoes by the door,” Shinsou shut the door behind them once he saw that Izuku was fully inside, already sitting his stuff down by the bed.

“Oh sure, no problem,” Midoriya nodded towards Shinsou, making his way back towards the door as he carefully slipped his signature red sneakers off to sit by the doorframe. Shinsou finally sat back down on his own bed, but never stopped watching the boy go about his room. It was Midoriya’s first time visiting the boy’s room, and to Shinsou it just felt so...odd, seeing him actually in here, being able to look at everything he had up on his walls and the little messes scattered around his floor. He felt almost a little insecure.

It was a colder Saturday, and it seemed Midoriya had no other plans besides hanging out with the purple-headed teen, as Shinsou saw that he was sporting a worn-out hoodie with All Might’s face adorning the front that he’s probably had for God knows how long, and some oversized pajama pants that were decorated to look like All Might’s own hero suit. He was such a fucking fanboy, even when he was trying to be comfortable. It was...it was too fucking cute.

Once Izuku had finished the business with his shoes, he made his way over to Shinsou’s bed, joining the boy on the small mattress as he climbed on top. Shinsou was sat on the front of his bed, his back against his pillows, while Midoriya had chosen to sit at the end of the bed, his legs outstretched so his feet were just about a foot away from Shinsou’s own crossed legs. Midoriya looked at Shinsou with a smile.

“So...what’cha wanna do?” Midoriya asked, propping his body up with his arms behind his back, tilting his head to the side at his question. Shinsou sucked on his teeth in thought, letting out a small “Hmm…” before scanning Midoriya up and down subconsciously. His eyes made his way down to the boy's feet propped in front of him, his eyebrows quirking at the sight before a grin stretched across his face. His head was tilted downwards towards the boy’s feet as his eyes wandered back upwards towards Midoriya’s eyes, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Are you for real right now?” Shinsou asked playfully, his eyes glancing back down towards the boy’s socks before looking back up into Midoriya’s eyes, who looked a little confused. “You even wear All Might socks?!”

Midoriya’s eyes widened a bit at Shinsou’s realization, his hand slapping at his own mouth to cover the smile etching across his face from embarrassment. His cheeks were just faintly flushed, but it was enough to make Shinsou chuckle in endearment.

“I didn’t even realize!” Midoriya muffled behind the palm of his hand a giggle escaping that made Shinsou’s brain short circuit for just a second before coming back down to reality, shaking his head with a snicker of fondness. “I wear these all the time…”

“You are unbelievable, Midoriya,” Shinsou chuckled, before gently cupping the underside of Izuku’s heel and raising it up closer to his own face. Midoriya let out a small gasp, his leg jerking just slightly from surprise, but not so much for Shinsou to lose his grasp. Where Shinsou had gained the slight confidence to take such an action, the edgy teen had no clue. But Midoriya honestly seemed to be...liking the attention? The smile was evident, even behind the palm of his hand, and even though his eyes were wide and cautious, they looked daringly into Shinsou’s own, almost asking him to make a bolder move without needing to say a word. Though really, the smile was more than enough to agg Shinsou on even further. Who was he to deny this cutie the attention he so obviously wanted?

Shinsou’s grasp on Izuku’s heel tightened a bit, enough to make Midoriya stiffen, now both of his hands going up to cup at his mouth and keep himself quiet, almost like he was trying to keep himself from protesting. Shinsou gazed at Izuku’s cute, flushed face one more time before looking back down at the socked foot in his hand, taking note of the design on the sole. It was decorated in different cartoon All Might designs. One of his face, one of his signature catchphrase “I AM HERE!”, one of his full body hero suit, and one of just his trademark bunny-like hair. Shinsou grinned at this, deciding to make his own little game out of the designs.

“So you wear these socks a lot?” Shinsou asked with a teasing tilt of his head, looking back up to Midoriya without moving the boy’s foot an inch. Izuku raised one eyebrow in slight confusion before nodding his head. Shinsou hummed with a nod, his eyes wandering back down to the sock. “So if I were to poke at...this spot here…” Shinsou brought a finger up from his free hand to the sock, his nail just barely scratching at one of the cartoons on the sole of Izuku’s foot. Izuku jerked at the sensation, a small yip muffled by his hands still being heard by the purple-haired boy teasing him near to death, much to Shinsou’s amusement. “...could you tell me which design it was?”

Shinsou continued his gentle wiggling of one finger, but it was just enough to get Izuku tittering behind his hand, one eye squeezed shut as the other glared at the boy. Izuku gave him no response, however, only pulling at his leg slightly when Shinsou scratched over particularly sensitive areas that made him let out louder snickers than others. Shinsou playfully tisked with a shake of his head.

“Not gonna play my game, huh? I thought you wanted to do something fun, Midoriya,” Shinsou just sighed with a smile, a small evil glint shining in his eyes that gave Izuku goosebumps and made his own eyes widen in...fear? Giddiness? Excitement? “Fine. New game,” Shinsou grinned wickedly before snatching up both of Midoriya’s feet and locking them by their ankles in between one of his elbows. Midoriya let out a loud gasp of shock, before playfully tugging at his feet as if he wanted to escape. They both knew it was all just for show. “Try to stay quiet.”

Midoriya’s eyes widened before immediately slamming shut at the teasingly ticklish sensations that danced across his left socked foot. Shinsou scraped at the sole slowly, using only his first three fingers to do so, but good fucking God was it effective. Midoriya’s hands seemed to be glued to his mouth at this point, almost squeezing at his cheeks to try to keep quiet, though the muffled titters did not go unnoticed by the tickling teen before him.

“Aww, whatsa matter, Midoriya?” Shinsou teased with a small grin, his fingers edging their way upwards towards the bottoms of his toes, curling into the spot he knew to be sensitive on himself which only made Izuku shriek behind his hands. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish~”

Izuku shook his head, though the way his body was practically vibrating under Shinsou spoke volumes. “Oh, you aren’t, huh? You’re not ticklish? Not even a teensie weensie bit?”

Izuku once again shook his head, the slow and gentle tickles provided by Shinsou giving Izuku just enough leeway to lie his way through this playful torment with only tiny titters and snickers. But the moment he felt his toes being pulled back by the side of Shinsou’s hands, both of his eyes shot open in excited fear.

“Well that just won’t do, now will it? I’m a pretty convincing guy, though, so maybe we can change that up a bit,” Shinsou grinned before scratching the nail of his thumb into Midoriya’s now stretched out toes, and Izuku couldn’t hold back anymore. The boy let out a stream of giggles behind one hand, his other now shooting down to clutch at his belly.

“AHAHA! Wahahait! Nohoho!” Izuku’s eyes squeezed shut, throwing himself back to lay flat on the bed, both of his hands moving up to cover his now terribly blushing face. Shinsou snickered, incredibly amused at the boy’s intense cuteness. “I’m sohohorreheheehe!”

“Aw, you’re sorry? For what?” Shinsou chuckled before raking all four of his fingers down the sole of Izuku’s socked foot, the boy letting out a yelp at the change before dissolving back into his adorable stream of giggles.

“I dohohon’t knohohohow!” Izuku shook his head, his feet just barely pulling at Shinou’s grasp out of pure bodily instinct. Shinsou just smiled fondly, chuckling a little in amusement. The purple-haired teen zeroed in on one particular spot right under the ball of Midoriya’s foot, the poor boy under him letting out a small shriek before arching his back at the sensation, shaking his head wildly.

“Ohoho, this a good spot, Midoriya? Right here?” Shinsou scratched at the sensitive area, Izuku cackling at the sensation before shooting his hands down to clutch at the front of his own hoodie, his knuckles almost turning white. “Aw, it is, isn’t it? You can’t take it here, huh?”

“AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Midoriya cackled, pulling at his hoodie even harder, enough where Shinsou could even see the space of skin right under the boy’s pale neck. It was freckled there too, he noted, and...he couldn’t help but wonder if he was freckled anywhere else too.

“Please what? If you want me to stop just say so,” Shinsou tilted his head, observing very closely as he noticed Izuku’s face grow an even darker shade of tickled pink. He chuckled in delight as he heard no sounds of protest from the cackling boy underneath him. “Aw, that’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want me to stop?”

“DOHOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” Izuku giggled wildly, pulling his hoodie up to cover his face and hopefully muffle those adorable laughs as much as he could, though of course he succeeded in only looking as cute as ever.

“Don’t do what?” Shinsou smirked, his fingers moving to his other foot to scratch at the same oh-so sensitive spot, now mirrored. Midoriya practically screamed into the fabric of his hoodie at the change in sensation, curling his body upwards instinctively before flopping himself back down onto the bed through his fit of cackles.

“TEHEHEASE MEHEHE!” Izuku cackled, pulling at his feet just enough to seem like he was fighting the playful torture, when really Shinsou saw right through him and all his All Might merch far too easily.

“Oh so you WANT me to tease you? You like being teased, Midoriya?” Shinsou snickered at the panicked giggles escaping through the fabric of Izuku’s hoodie, wiggling his fingers back into that oh so sensitive curve right underneath Izuku’s toes that made the boy scream in ticklish agony. “You’re so sensitive, y’know that? So ticklish even with your little All Might socks on. I wonder, though, will it tickle worse if you don't have All Might to protect you?” Shinsou smirked before slipping his fingers under the edge of Midoriya’s sock, the green-haired boy letting out a loud gasp before whipping his head out from the hiding spot in his hoodie.

“No! Dohohon’t!” Midoriya giggled as Shinsou teasingly edged the sock slowly up the boy’s foot, not having even tickled the bare foot yet but somehow still getting a rise out of him.

“I haven’t even started yet! Are you really so ticklish you’ll laugh when tickles are even threatened?” Shinsou grinned, testing his theory once he threw the sock over to the side by wiggling his fingers just above the boy’s bare foot where Midoriya could see from his angle. Sure enough, Midoriya absolutely dissolved into a puddle of giggles, his arms clutching at his tummy as he barely tugged at his trapped feet. Shinsou couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, I was kidding, I didn’t think it would actually be true!”

“Juhuhust do it alreadhehehe! Plehehehease! I can’t tahahake it!” Midoriya pleaded, his hands moving to cover up his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at Shinsou. Shinsou felt his heart swell in adoration.

“You want me to tickle you that bad?~” Shinsou teased, slowly swiping one finger from the top of Izuku’s bare foot down to the heel, the boy gasping at the sensation, curling the foot up as much as it would go.

“Plehehease, I cahahahan’t!-” Izuku was a flustered mess under Shinsou, squirming and blushing into the oversized fabric of his hoodie, giggling like a child all the while. Shinsou finally gave in, scribbling his nails on the sole of his foot, pushing Midoriya to squeal before dissolving into panicked, high-pitched cackles. “GAHAHAHA! SHIHIHINSOHOHOU! AHAHA NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“It doesn’t even sound like you know what you really want anymore, huh?” Shinsou giggled, slowing his fingers down to small, teasing scratches on the boy’s soles, both socked and bare. Izuku was a puddle of snickers and giggles, barely pulling on his feet as he finally opened up his eyes as much as he could to gaze up at his tormentor. Shinsou looked down at him with a smile, finally stopping his tickling to rest Izuku’s feet in his crossed lap. Midoriya’s breathing was heavy, but the smile on his face seemed plastered on, and didn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Shinsou tilted his head at the boy with a grin. “So...you liked that, didn’t you?”

Izuku whined, shoving his flushed face into his hands. “I mean...I don’t know…”

“It’s okay if you do...it’s uh…” Shinsou chuckled sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. “It’s kind of...cute, y’know?”

Midoriya peeked out from behind his hands to peer at Shinsou, before bringing his arms down to prop himself up and get a better look at the boy. “You thought it was...cute?”

“Well yeah, I mean...you were all giggly and stuff, and I uh, already kinda thought you were cute beforehand so that just kinda heightened the cuteness I guess,” Shinsou had a hard time making eye contact with Izuku, acting almost as if HE had been the one tickled to near tears just moments ago. He suddenly felt so shy, just like he had felt before Midoriya arrived. Where did all that previous confidence come from? And where did it go when he needed it the most? (now!) “Not to mention the fact you liked it in the first place. That’s just downright criminally adorable.”

“Quit it!” Midoriya whined with a giggle, though he left his feet in Shinsou’s lap, only kicking them out slightly during his fussing. He let out a huff of air, clearly embarrassed and very flustered. “I...I was nervous before I got here...thank you for that…”

Shinsou blinked. “Wait...you were nervous too?”

Midoriya looked up at Shinsou with a furrowed brow. “Yeah...wait, you were nervous?! Why?!”

Shinsou swallowed. He felt like some kind of nervous lump that had been growing and festering in his tummy this entire time was suddenly trying to crawl from his throat, choking him on his own words. His eyes were a bit wide, and suddenly his hands felt all clammy again like they had before Izuku arrived. “You just, uh...you make me nervous sometimes.”

“Do I do anything wrong?”

“No! No, of course not! It’s just...uh…” Shinsou huffed, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands until he saw fireworks, refusing to meet Midoriya’s gaze. “I kind of...like you…a little bit…”

There was a second of silence, Shinsou’s hands still covering his shy eyes as if to protect him from inevitable rejection. He felt the warmth of Midoriya’s feet slip from his lap, and at the same time felt his heart drop from it’s spot in his ribcage. He almost felt like he could cry...that is, until, he felt fingers start to poke and prod at both sides of his ribs, making him arch his back with wide eyes. Those eyes met Izuku’s own mischievous ones, a smirk growing on the green-headed boy’s still flushed face as accidental giggles started spilling from Shinsou’s lips, his body curling from left to right at each poke and prod.

“H-Hehehey! Whahahat?!-” Shinsou melted into giggles as Izuku started to pinch along his ribs, the boy falling onto his back against the pillows as Izuku straddled his waist fully, still relentless in his tickle attack.

“Stop looking so nervous and mopey, Shin,” Izuku smiled, leaning his head down to touch their foreheads together as he slowed his tickling down to his his hands resting comfortably on Shinsou’s sides. “I like you too.”

Shinsou blinked, never knowing he could blush so much until he realized just how close him and Midoriya’s faces were in that moment. They stared into each other’s eyes for seconds that felt like millenia until…

...until they kissed. And what a kiss it was. Filled with small giggles of pure joy and breathless huffs of air that made them forget they even needed oxygen in the first place. It was perfect and pure and everything Shinsou could’ve ever wanted. That night was filled with more kisses and more tickles than either of them had experienced in a lifetime, but it was worth it for each other. It was more than worth it. It was everything.

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A/N : tysm for reading!! if u enjoyed pls consider reblogging, it helps spread my fics to more ppl who might enjoy!! thanks for the support, much love <33

[shoichee]

I JUST FOUND UR BLOG AND WHEWWW UR AKASHI HC'S ARE SO CUTE AND WELL DETAILED!!! i literally love the complexity of his character and he's just a perfect human being omg and u write him so well!

ok so if it's not much of a hassle i was wondering if i could request a F!reader and she's shorter than akashi (we're talking like 4"10-5"0 or so?) and i think it's be cute to imagine how he'd tease her and such :) thank u!

EEEEE THANK YOU ANON, IM SO HONORED TO HEAR YOUR WORDS <33 detailed hcs coming RIGHT UP -- short and sweet, and I hope you enjoy this!

f!reader x Akashi

as the shortest player in the Generation of Miracles, or even basketball in general, he definitely understands the struggle of being underestimated at first glance… well, until they suffered an ankle breaker on the courts

that being said, he’s slightly more protective over you (or at the very least, keeps an eye on you) because he knows how some people can be nasty or judgmental, or maybe they’d take their comments too far about your height

why do I feel like he has the subtle vibe of “only I can tease you and no one else can?” it’s VERY subtle though, he’s exceptional at keeping that sentiment to himself

how much he teases you depends on how well and how much you can take teasing… are you sensitive? equally teasing? pouty mad? he observes to see where his boundaries with you are at // however, it’s important to note that his teasing is either mixed with such gentleness, amusement, and/or genuine concern

if you’re sensitive and soft: expect lots of fond teasing and gentle muses… like every time he’d kiss your forehead, temple, nose, cheek, WHEREVER he chooses to peck, he’ll slightly exaggerate his movement of bending down by the knees or dip his head to your level while giving that… all-knowing glint in his eyes and a slight curve of his lip

if you’re more of someone who’d roast Akashi equally hard or also like to participate in banter, he’d say things like:

“Hmmm? Did you say something, dear?”

“I got something for you, my love, since I noticed you haven’t eaten breakfast yet… I do worry for your health.” but he gives you a carton of milk? you’re not sure if this was intentional or not?????? but if you ask him, he’d probably go, “Is milk not the best thing to digest in the morning? I heard from the maids that it’s paired very nicely with cereal and oatmeal…” LITTLE SHIT LMAO

his overall comments and teasing regardless of your personality might be things like these:

“Are you having trouble with that, my love?”

“Careful. Don’t stretch yourself too much… allow me, darling.” and he would make a little show of getting something out of a high shelf for you

“Hm? Yes? You’ve left yourself quite vulnerable…” as he tries something funny behind you or trying to slink up to where you were at… “My love, I do worry about how anyone can easily overpower you so. After all…” he’d either whisper in your ear or peck the ear’s helix… “look how little you are in my arms. Though you belong only here by my side. Please don’t hesitate to call my name if anyone dares to treat you with anything less than the respect you deserve.”

HE’D DRAPE YOU IN HIS RAKUZAN JERSEY JACKET, NO ONE CAN DISAGREE it’s just… he finds it heart-melting that you’re drowned in the fabric and he just sees it as another part of himself hugging you when he isn’t around to hug you himself, if that makes sense

that jacket ironically repels any chance of you being picked on in school, because seeing that #4 on the jacket sends them running for the hills

lots of headpats, but they can be either fond and/or teasing depending on how you respond… bonus: they’re often paired with his comments

ALWAYS approaches you from behind to just RELISH IN THE FACT THAT YOU FIT IN HIS ARMS PERFECTLY, AND THAT LITTLE SURPRISE YOU DO EVERY TIME HE COMES UP TO YOU S E N D S him to HEAVEN

private moments with him entail him insisting you to be the little spoon, and it makes him feel like he’s protecting you please—

I’M CALLING IT RIGHT NOW, when you want to give him any kisses back, especially after he just kissed you, he’d stand a little taller and turn away his head at just the right moments while staring at your face out of his peripheral vision… before he’d say either:

*SAY NOTHING, JUST HIM DOING THAT LITTLE CHUCKLE*

“Oh? You wanted to reciprocate my affection? I’m truly touched…”

“Sorry, sorry. Of course I was teasing… you’re so adorable that I just couldn’t help myself.”

*ALL OF THE ABOVE… IN THAT ORDER.*

in public, there wouldn’t be as much teasing (surprisingly) as he would do behind closed doors or in the vicinity of trusted close friends

so in the eyes of the public, he’d only give a subtle huff of amusement or a grin when he sees you having trouble with something because of your height… or he’d say something about whether or not you can “see” or need any “help” LOL

honestly, if you roast him back about his height, you just declared war on the Rakuzan captain… HE ISN’T STOPPING HIS TEASING UNTIL YOU GIVE IN AND CONCEDE; HE SEES THIS AS A CHALLENGE AND WOULD APPROACH IT LIKE HE WOULD WITH SHOGI

You’re FLUSTERED about how he teases you? prepare yourself for EXTRA entendre comments about that too, merciless Akashi mode (especially if you try equally hard to make him “embarrassed”)

stop, he’d LITERALLY have a heart attack seeing you try to view his games from the front row but you can’t because of all the TALL reporters and cameras blocking the way and you’re just stretching your neck and trying to jump but without bothering the people behind you omg—

“How was the game, (y/n)?”

“Uhhhhhh… well.”

“I’m certain the flying cables were more entertaining to watch than the game, yes?”

“SEI—”

and he’d interrupt you with his usual chaste peck and say: “Forgive me. I didn’t realize that the courts would be that crowded. I’ll be sure to save you the best spots for future games. Just keep your eyes on me, my empress.”

[skzshortcake]

helluuu, can i request a minho bookstore! au, but its enemies to lovers and the "okay, maybe im crazy but did i just hear you say that out loud?" (14) or the "is that the best you can do?" (12) prompt? 🤲💓 thank youuu (and i wanted to say that i really appreciate your blog and what you write!!!! 🥺)

member: minho

prompt: #14 “okay, maybe i’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?” + #12 “is that the best you can do?”

au: bookstore

trope: enemies to lovers

warnings: some angst if you look really hard. i’m really bad at writing minho, i’m so sorry, I did my best! if you have any tips feel free to tell me! 

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god. anyone but him. please, not now.

the universe really wasn’t on your side when you saw minho walk through the doors of the bookstore you worked part-time at. 

“please don’t look at me. please don’t look at me. please please please.” your mind was moving a million lightyears an hour.

his judging gaze flicked over to you after he browsed the books on the front table. did he even like to read? isn’t he a computer science major? does he think reading a fantasy book is going to make him smarter than me?

“I didn’t know you worked here! so nice to see you.” he faked politeness “would you mind helping me find a certain book, doll?”

doll. he called me “doll”.

“of course.” you try to turn your sneer into a smile. maybe if he was feeling generous he would leave a couple coins in the “tips” jar that was forever empty at the front desk.

“i’m looking for a little something called “algorithms to live by”. do you know where that might be?” he glanced over at you as you walked over to the far right side of the store. you did your best to not look him in the eyes. if you looked at his pretty face for too long you might just fall, that is, if you didn’t already. you didn’t want to give him the time of day, it would probably just get to his head and he would hold his 4.0 grade over your head a bit more.

“i’ve read that book before. it’s over here.” you say in a monotone voice, reaching up and picking the book off of the high shelf that you just put it on just a week ago.

“aww. too short?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“is that the best you can do? you’re choosing to insult my height. real mature.” you shove the book lightly into his chest and swiftly walking past him over to the front desk, the lingering feeling of you bumping into his arm left him feeling a little fluttery.

“stupid boy.” you mumble as you sit down in the worn out spinning desk chair again, you pretend to read something on the computer in an attempt to mask the butterflies from getting so close to him. 

but he’s just minho? why did you have such a problem?

maybe that was it. it was just minho.

“okay, maybe i’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?” he strides over to you, slightly leaning over the desk to look you in the eye.

oh no. his hand was on the desk. why was he so close? why do I feel embarrassed? my face must be heating up now, is he noticing it? why does this feel so familiar?

“yes. I did. I called you a “stupid boy”. because you are.” your timid voice gains some confidence.

he leans back, not breaking eye contact. “just a “stupid boy”, huh? you sure about that, babe? last time I checked I was just slightly above your grade in class.”

“it’s not about the grade, minho. it’s about how you’re so annoying around me. you’re not like this around anyone else. no, i’m not oblivious. I notice things like that. what is so different about me?” you rant to him, your eyes suddenly finding the corner where the paint on the walls met the molding very interesting. the paint looked chipped at the bottom, and it didn’t completely line up perfectly.

back to minho. you didn’t want to be that direct, but you were pretty fed up with him at this point.

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” 

silence for a moment.

“i’m sorry.”

“what-”

“i’m sorry. I never meant to be mean. I just thought a little bit of competition would be funny. I didn’t know it was too much. you should have told me sooner.”

you’re taken aback, was he really apologizing? was this the same minho that winked at you every time tests were handed back? the one that always acted as if quizzes were a race to the finish line?

“I accept your apology. thank you, minh-”

“you see... the reason I was so... extra, is because I kinda think you’re cute. you’re cute when you’re mad. so I-uh, I probably pushed you too much. i’m sorry.”

he wasn’t looking you in the eye at this point. he held the book in his arms, slightly rocking back and forth on his heels. his glasses slightly fell down his perfectly-sloped nose, and the sweatshirt he wore looked really comfortable. you wondered if it smelled like him.

“I think you’re cute too.” you blurt out, and the chipped paint was interesting again. the sweatshirt and glasses look must have solidified your opinion. you liked him. 

why? because it’s just minho.

“so we’re agreed.” he looks back at you and laughs. “give me another moment to browse, then i’ll pay for the book.” and there he went.

you sat at the desk, staring at the same word on the computer to try and process what just happened. “incoming books” it read. 

a couple minutes later minho walked back up to the front table, looking more shy and timid than you’ve ever seen him.

“you look a little nervous.” you point out, giving him a comforting smile to show that things were okay after the previous conversation. you scanned the one book. “$18.59 please.”

“i’m not nervous.” he laughs and gives you a gorgeous smile, glad things had returned to normal. he was so enchanting... 

“okay then.” you grin as he hands you a $20 bill. you give him the extra change and he drops it all in the tip jar, even pulling out a $10 bill and a small folded paper that was dropped into the jar too.

he winks on the way out, smiling at how flabbergasted you looked.

the door shut. mrs. cadrillion walked back in to the main room.

“who was that darling boy? a friend from school?” she asked, moving another pile of books back into her office. 

“a friend... yeah...” you answer her as if you’re on autopilot.

friends. how weird did that sound? it didn’t feel right... you pulled out the $10 bill and note as soon as she closed the door again.

“my number is 289 xxx 5714 <3. call me :) -stupid boy”

you feel even more butterflies, and you quickly glance around the store before you pull out your phone and send a very confident text.

“hey, stupid boy. it’s me. you need to apologize for stealing my heart during work hours. I could get fired for that, ya know.”

you wait a minute, and then a minute more. you get a little worried that the text was too flashy for a moment, until your phone lights up.

“sure thing. how about I take you out for coffee as an apology. maybe if you need more of an apology I can be your “stupid boyfriend.”

there were the butterflies again. stupid boy.

“take me out for coffee first and then we’ll see ;)”

but you already knew your decision.

[calmlftv]

sweet creature. - m.c.

description: this is entirely self indulgent but here’s some dad!sos michael for our dad!sos michael needs. 100% fluff

word count: 2.3k

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of labor pains and birthing process, descriptions of pain.

w/n: hi thanks to @spicycal​ i started and finished this within a matter of hours, i did not proof read this so if there are typos or errors im SO sorry! thank u sarah for the brain zoomies x

taglist: @spicycal​ @n-ctarinenga​ @irwinkitten​ @castaway-cashton​ @blackbutterfliescal​ @notinthesameguey​ @ashtonsos​ @loveroflrh​ @bestyearssos​ @treatallwithkindness​ @bestyearslftv​ @another-lonely-heart-blog​ @ashtonlftv​

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When Michael first finds out you’re pregnant, he’s overjoyed but nervous; while talking of the future he had confessed he was nervous about being a dad, his fears of “fucking up” his kid rearing their ugly head as you had laid in bed together. Your post-sex glow was shining over the two of you despite it having been a bit of time since your activities had ended, the conversation having started from your lack of protection earlier in the evening. 

You had frowned at him, his face buried in the valley of your shoulder, lips and bits of scruff tickling your bare skin. “You’d be a great dad,” you said softly, fingers running through his hair. “I see how you wave to staring babies at grocery stores and in the dog parks, Michael. You’d be an excellent father to your kids.” 

He lifted his head to match your gaze, his beautiful eyes shining. “You think so?” He asked softly, his answer being only a silent nod. He gave you a half smile and nodded back, dipping down to let your lips meet together. 

“Then let’s give it a try.” 

Your heart had leaped at his answer, the two of you giggling madly as his lips traveled down your neck. The conversation ended with the two of you deciding to just see where things go, not really doing anything to ensure anything but not exactly stopping it, either. 

After some time you had started to feel unwell, chalking it up to stress in the current climate, the conversation you and Michael had being pushed completely to the back of your mind. You went weeks without taking a test, the sickness coming and going until Michael finally handed you the white and blue stick. 

You had raised an eyebrow at him but went into the bathroom anyway, pacing back and forth in front of the sink as you waited for your answer. Michael had set it face down, the two of you biting the inside of your cheeks as the timer on your phone went off. Together you flipped it over, the answer you had been waiting for spelled out right in front of you. 

The following months were filled with mixtures of emotions, the growing life inside of you quickly becoming the center of your lives. Michael insisted on taking a photo every month, his lips pressed firmly against your belly as Calum or Ashton would take the photo, a smile always on your face at the excitement he had over the arrival of your sweet babe. 

At 6 months you were both in your best friend's wedding, a beaming smile as you stood behind her on her big day. The two of you joked about how you always knew you would be the pregnant one at her wedding, the drinks being poured for your other friends in your honor as you and Michael danced the night away. The wedding seemed to inspire something within him, his eyes glistening a bit differently as he twirled you around the dance floor. 

“I love you,” he whispered, lips right beside your ear as he swayed with you. “And our little one. So much.” 

You blushed and smiled, getting a little teary. “And I love you and our little one, too. So so much.” 

The night continued on, the send off going off flawlessly and the two of you returning home. You both fell asleep right away, exhaustion hanging on every bit of you as you settled in. 

At 7 months you had your baby shower, a bit later than you had wanted but with travel restrictions still being so complicated, you wanted to have time to get Michael’s mother and family there. While you had decided not to disclose the gender just yet, the party was filled with love and plenty of gifts for baby Clifford, everyone enjoying themselves with the games your best friend had helped you choose. Michael stuck by your side the entire time, ever the doting boyfriend as he checked in every so often, bringing you anything you needed and always being your helper when you needed to get up. 

As it started to quiet down Michael seemed to get a bit jumpy, you having to call his name a couple times before he would appear beside you again, a nervous smile on his face as he would help you with whatever you needed. You had caught him in what seemed like a meeting with the boys, the four of them quickly talking over each other as they noticed you approaching, Michael seeming unbothered as he smiled at you. You just smiled back at him and let him kiss your forehead, your hands running over your belly as he kept you close. 

About an hour after you walked in on that meeting Michael came over, helping you out of your chair and leading you to the backyard just in time to see the brilliant orange skies of Los Angeles, the sky taking your breath away as Michael chuckled. 

“You’ve always loved sunsets,” he said softly, a light blush on your cheeks. “D’ya think little one will like them, too?” 

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I hope so,” you said softly, hand resting on top of your bump. You sensed Michael shifting beside you, the nervous energy around him making you raise an eyebrow as you faced him. 

“What’s gotten into you today?” You asked softly, gently reaching up to get his attention. “You’ve been nervous all day…You’re not having second thoughts on this baby are you?” 

Michael quickly shook his head. “No, no! Absolutely not,” he said, eyes dropping to the ground as he took a deep breath. “Just...nervous.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “What about?” 

Your lover lifted his eyes and met your gaze, a chuckle escaping him as he pulled his hands into his pockets. “You know,” he started, stepping closer to you. “Ever since the day we met, I’ve been wildly and incredibly in love with you. It slammed into me like a ton of bricks, and even through our friendship, I knew that all I wanted was you. All I could ever want is and always will be you, my love.” He paused, smiling at you as you tried to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Now, with our little one almost here, I’ve come to realize that I couldn’t ever ask for anything else. I want to keep you and our family safe for the rest of our lives, so…” he trailed off, hands coming out of his pockets as he knelt down to one knee. 

“Yes,” you said, Michael laughing. 

���Hang on, let me ask the question!” He laughed, the ring emerging from his palm. “My love, my angel. Will you marry me?” 

You laughed and nodded, repeating your answer as he took your hand. You sniffled as he stood, his hands cupping your cheeks as he chuckled. 

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing your lips together in the sweetest kiss. 

“And I love you,” you whispered back, your lover pressing his lips to your forehead as he tugged you close, your belly bumping his as you laughed. 

The rest of the night was the two of you celebrating your engagement, your friends and family members all offering their congrats on everything. Once the night was over and your friends were helping you clean up you were shooed off to bed, Michael escorting you away as your friends all said goodnight. 

The next couple of months were a whirlwind, you and Michael throwing yourselves into the project that was the baby’s nursery. Your due date crept closer and closer, each day without your bundle of joy in your arms making both of you impatient. Thanks to Google, you were able to try every old wives tale to induce labor, mixing it with bouncing on your yoga ball as you tried to urge your baby out. 

Your due date came and went, your date for inducing being set for a couple of weeks out while Michael and you prepared for a maternity shoot with Andy and Sarah. While it was a bit late, you had decided you ultimately wanted photos done for the memories, although you and Michael had already decided you wanted another one by this point; Andy and Sarah were more than happy to provide the photos for you, taking you to a stunning location and taking every photo possible. 

Unbeknownst to Michael, you had felt some contractions already, brushing them off as the Braxton-Hicks your OB had warned you about. However, midway through the photos, you felt a trickle down your leg, embarrassment already creeping over you as you thought you had peed yourself. However, very soon after a contraction rolled through you, causing you to bend over and hold your belly. 

“Angel?” Michael asked, immediately reaching for your hand. “What’s going on?” 

“Um,” you uttered, standing up straight as the pain passed. “My water just broke.” 

Immediately his eyes went wide, your lover looking to Andy and Sarah in shock. The two of them quickly started packing up while Michael ushered you to the car, carefully helping you in and quickly driving back home to pack the hospital bags. While he was scrambling around you were timing everything, bouncing on your ball again as you did so in hopes of it lessening the pain. 

Soon enough you were back in the car, the two of you racing to the hospital and checking in at seemingly lightning speed. Once you were admitted and connected to everything Michael was at your side, hand holding yours as waves of pain rolled over you, each one worse than the last. With the help of nurses the two of you walked around, Michael cheering you on as you got closer and closer to the birth. 

Then, finally, after what felt like eons, it was time to push. 

Michael was at your leg, holding it back as he kept his face close to yours. With every push he whispered his encouragement, telling you how great you were doing and how beautiful you were, and how proud he was of you as you both ushered a new life into the world. Soon enough you heard the first cries, tears streaming down both of your cheeks as the doctor quickly cut the cord. 

“It’s a boy!”

You let out a choked sob as your son was placed on your chest, the flood of emotions washing over you as you reached up to touch your baby. To your surprise, Michael’s hand was already there, his face pink and covered in tears as he gazed at his first born. 

A few hours later you were all taken care of, a couple nurses helping you tie your hair back while your baby was cleaned. They smiled as the door opened, a third nurse rolling in the little bed your baby was laid in, the boy sound asleep as he was placed right beside you. After checking in that you were okay the nurses left, finally leaving you and Michael alone with your son. 

Michael walked over, looking at the baby with a smile on his face. He seemed to be holding himself back, his hand reaching out to gently drag a finger across his son’s cheek. 

You watched him and smiled. “You can hold him,” you said softly. “I’m sure he wants his daddy.” 

Michael met your gaze and blushed, smiling shyly as he nodded. Carefully he picked up the baby, holding him in his hands as he gazed at him in amazement. He moved to his seat and sat down, eyes never leaving the sleeping child in his arms. 

“Hey, little man,” he said softly, your heart soaring at his gentle tone. He sniffled, his eyes filling with tears. “You know your daddy loves you? How perfect he thinks you are?” 

It took everything within you to control your own tears, your hormones still all over the place. “We need to name him,” you said softly, Michael looking up at you. 

He nodded, looking back at his son. “I’ve always loved the name Ashton,” he chuckled, making you laugh lightly. 

“I like that name,” you answered. “But I think I like Colby more.” 

He met your eyes and nodded. “Colby,” he said, trying it out as he looked back at the babe. “Colby Tyler Clifford.” 

You beamed, nodding in agreement as Michael looked at you for approval. “Colby Tyler Clifford it is.” 

Michael grinned and carefully shifted Colby, leaning over to kiss the knuckles on your hand. “Have you slept yet?” He asked you, the question a bit pointed. 

You sighed, getting his point. “I should,” you answered, eyes on your baby. “Promise you’ll stay with us? And that you’ll wake me if anyone comes by?” 

Michael chuckled and nodded, standing and shifting the baby as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promise,” he whispered, noticing your eyes already closing as he pulled away. 

Soon enough you were asleep, Michael pacing the room with your beautiful baby boy in his arms. He hummed little tunes as they came to his head, quietly singing lyrics to them as he focused solely on his son. Eventually he found his way back to his chair, still quietly singing as he heard a light knock on the door. 

He looked up just as a nurse quietly stuck her head in the door, obviously noticing your sleeping form in the bed and waving him over. 

“Hey,” she greeted, keeping her voice down as she noticed the babe in his arms. “When mama’s awake again we’ll get some paperwork and birth certificate over for you to sign, okay? And you guys have a visitor, they’re seated in the waiting room.” 

He nodded, confused about the visitor but stepping out with the nurse. Colby stirred slightly in his arms, his little mouth opened in a yawn as his heart melted, doors opening for him as he stepped into the waiting room. 

Immediately his eyes landed on Calum, his best friend standing from his chair the second their eyes met. He grinned at the bundle in his arms, his phone being tucked into his pocket as he stepped closer. 

“Hey mate,” Michael greeted, voice quiet as he turned slightly. “Meet your godson, Colby Tyler.” 

[valkyrieofsmut]

Im a black reader of urs and wanted to talk about ur reader inserts. Theyre amazing and I really love them. But its hard to read them because I don’t always feel included. With things like the reader blushing or hair being brought up its hard to put myself in that space. Ur not a bad writer, ur one of my favorites. Im black and dark skin so u can’t see me blush. And my hair is a different thing. If u wanted to work on this there’s a blog called “writing with color” that helps with writing POC.

(Bet you thought I was going to forget you! Naw, just at work and a long winded bitch… Lol.)

Hi! I am completely open to talking about anything that won't give away my private info. Thank you for sending me this! This is great feedback, and that will be a great resource! (I'm going to go follow it after I get my long ass answer out.) 

I'm sorry that you don't feel included! I honestly try my best, but my experience is limited, as I'm white, and all of my POC relatives have generally paler skin as well. I even try to think of kids I went to school with, but there again, I don't live in their skin, so it's pretty limited experience. 

Now. I could just brush this off, and say "you lose some in trying to please the many" but that is bullshit, and I think you (and anyone else who feels left out) deserve to see why I failed. Openness is honesty! And I'm going to cross my fingers and hold my breath, hoping I don't sound like an insensitive, racist asshole at the end of this… (That is not my intention, and would seriously make me cry… but I've never experienced living in darker skin, so please have patience with me…)

This is a completely serious, honestly just trying to know to get things right, question. Directed at you personally, since we are discussing you for a moment (feel free to send another anon ask if you don't feel comfortable with being known). Do you really not see blushes on your face? Not even in a slight change of hues or anything? (Some good embarrassment shield right there… Jealous… I turn red like a stop sign if it doesn't stop…)

As I stated, my family are all on the middle to lighter side of the spectrum (and not because they're mixed), but I do notice their cheeks get darker when they blush, even if it's a darker "brown" and not "red" or "pink" or whatever. Maybe it has to do with undertone? (I thought I was getting away with it being general enough when I vagued it out to only "her cheeks darkened"... damn…)

Believe me, I know hair is an entirely different conversation … I DO NOT claim to know what your hair specifically is like.

Personally, my hair is more like mixed ethnicity (my mom theorizes from the Middle Eastern region but who tf knows), even though I'm white. And I was always so jealous of my cousin Camille's hair! She's a few years younger than me, so whenever my aunts were having salon day doing hair and nails and stuff, I always wanted to do her hair in the pigtail puffs- they're so freaking adorable! (I mean, I was only like 9, so they weren't amazing, but… I did what I could… Lol) (realize that I have to come back and mention my cousin Camille is black... so you don't think I'm trying to do that to a white girl's hair... lol)

When I write hair, I try to remember her (natural) hair, for inclusion. I personally have a pain in the ass mop that is so long I accidentally sit on it sometimes (somehow the hour it takes to wash, day long drying, and all the aftercare of moisturizing spray, anti frizz lotion and constantly breaking combs is worth it… Somehow...) but I know short hair is a big thing, so I try to keep it only touching hair on neck to be neutral enough, and keep the styles as vaguely up, down, or braided (though I've probably slipped and put ponytail in a few times), as it's something I've seen on all varieties of hair I can think of. (I've seriously spent an insane amount of time sitting, staring blankly at my computer thinking, but what about (x ethnicity)? Could their hair do this? And (x ethnicity), too? Before finally giving up and thinking "a vague 'put her hair up' will prompt them to think of how they put their own hair up, right...?")

It's GOOD CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM to know that I'm failing to capture a section I thought I was including at least to an extent (still feel bad about it, though!). 

PLEASE, NEVER BE AFRAID TO SEND THINGS LIKE THIS; CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS HOW WRITERS GET BETTER AT WRITING, AND WRITE BETTER THINGS THAT YOU WANT TO READ! IF THE WRITER CAN'T HANDLE POLITE CRITICISM, i dunno… maybe they need to mature a little more and not take themselves so seriously… realize they they don't know all about everything… 

Also, please never be afraid to point me in the direction of reference material! (Maybe it'll balance out the large amount of reference material I have for all the psychopath/ harm/ killer stuff I have for the darker parts of my writing and I'll look more normal…) 

Again, I hope you take this as the explanation/ open questioning thing it is and I don't look like a giant asshole. 

Thank you for the ask, and the reference material, anon! I'm going to work on it, and I hope it'll show in the next (new; I have some that are already set to go out that I can't change without rewriting) thing I put out. Feel free to let me know if I still suck or if it's changing in the right direction! 

[awake-not-today]

Love your blog so much!!! Could you write one where Namjoon discovers his g/f's praise/ daddy kink that shes shy to admit too? He gives me such daddy vibes!!

Thanks, bby! Here it is! (This is my first time writing daddy kink so please bear with me and let me know if it was okay ✊)

PRAISE ME

Namjoon X reader

Smut. Daddy kink. Praise kink.

SEND A REQUEST!

It was a slip of the tongue. You hadn’t meant to say it but your brain didn’t even register the words until they’d fallen from your lips. With wide eyes you turned, looking to your boyfriend as he stared back at you with his mouth hung open.

“Namjoon, I-“ You started, not even sure how to explain what you’d just said. He blinked, just blinked, before shaking his head and staring at you again.

“Did…did you just call me daddy?” You didn’t even know what to say, how to explain the secret you had been keeping for so long. It wasn’t that Namjoon was vanilla, far from it. He just never brought up anything about being a dom and so you never cared to mention it in case it freaked him out.

“I-I mean. Yes?” Namjoon closed his mouth and nodded, eyes still showing his shock and you rushed to clarify. “Im sorry I know it’s weird I just…I guess its just one of my things, okay? Let’s just act like that didn’t happen and finish the laundry.”

You shoved the detergent towards him, the thing he’d asked for when you absent mindedly replied “Yes, daddy.” before scurrying away with a pile of clean washing. Your boyfriend just watched you leave, confused and a little turned on.

“Babe?” You’d been hiding away in the bedroom, trying your best to avoid your boyfriend for the rest of the day while you got over your embarrassment. He frowned as you ignored him, moving the book you were reading closer to your face to hide. “Babe, can we talk?”

“No.” You grumbled, tossing the book on the nightstand and quickly hiding under the blanket. Namjoon rolled his eyes and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge and tugging at the blankets to no avail.

“Be a good girl for daddy and talk to me.” You just knew he was smirking, making fun of you, but fuck if that sentence didn’t have you wet instantly. Slowly you let him pull away the sheet, finding him smiling softly at you. “Good girl.”

“Stop that.” You grumbled, moving to sit up against the headboard. “Stop making fun of me. It’s not funny.”

“I’m not making fun of you.” He seemed genuine, eyes meeting yours with a look of total sincerity. “I just wish you had told me. You don’t have to hide this stuff from me.”

“And what was I supposed to say?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I want you to praise me because it gets me wet? I want to call you daddy and have you ruin me? Sure. Of course. I could totally tell you that.”

“If you had have done I would have done anything you wanted, princess.” The nickname had you pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the throbbing in your heat. “You’re always such a good girl for me. I’d be glad to praise my baby.”

“Are you sure you aren’t messing with me?” You mumbled, eyes flickering over his face. Namjoon just smiled again, leaning in to kiss you. His hands gripped your waist to pull you closer, one hand trailing up your back to hold the back of your neck as his lips moved to your ear. “What do you want daddy to do?”

“Joon-“ You started, only to have Namjoon silence you with a kiss, before moving back to your ear, voice impossibly lower.

“Call me daddy.”

“I want daddy to fuck me.” You groaned, letting the word fall from your lips again. Even if he was poking fun you were too far gone to care, he was driving you crazy.

“Such a good girl for me.” He kissed you again, rougher this time, hands fumbling to grip the hem of your t-shirt. He pulled away only to remove it, before latching back onto you, hands moving to work on your bra. “Show daddy just how good you are and get on your knees for me.”

Obedient you stood, dropping to your knees in front of him, hands resting on your knees. Namjoon stood and shimmied down his sweatpants and underwear, his erection curling up toward his stomach. You licked your lips,ready to taste the drop of precum building at the slit. “Open up, baby.”

His cock felt heavy on your tongue, the saltiness of the precum making you moan around his shaft. Namjoon reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you gripped the base of his erection, pumping your hand to meet your lips as you bobbed your head. “Such a pretty girl, such a gorgeous girl when you suck daddy’s cock.”

You hummed around him, feeling your panties growing wetter when he indulged your kink. There was something about the tone he used, and the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you. It was so new, something you’d been craving so long. His hand came down to stroke along your jaw as you took him in further, gagging a little as he hit the back of your throat.

Joon’s hand made its way back into your hair, pushing your head down and holding you still as you tried to relax your gag reflex. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you choked a little, struggling to breathe before he let you come back up. “You’re such a good girl for me, such a beautiful girl choking on my dick. Do you want daddy to treat you for being a good girl?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your voice was wrecked, cheeks wet from the tears, but you had never been so hot for him. He took your hand, pulling you to your feet, and gently guiding you to lay down on the bed.

You watched as he kicked off his sweatpants and pulled off his shirt before tugging down your shorts and underwear, tossing them to the side. He sat on the edge of the bed again, using his hands to spread your legs, smirking as he eyed your cunt. “You’ve got a pretty pussy, baby.”

Fingers slipped over your heat, circling your clit as his eyes watched your face. You bit down on your lower lip, body arching toward him as two fingers slipped inside of you. He found that sweet spot fast, knowing exactly what he was doing to get you off, and kept his fingers there. He massaged it as his thumb came back to your clit, rubbing it hard as he smirked down at you. He was having fun with it, watching you fall apart as he indulged in your secret that you’d kept for so long. He only wished you had told him sooner, so he could wreck you like this more often.

“You gonna come for me princess?” It didn’t take long for you to come, squirting over his fingers as your body jerked toward him, hands clinging desperately to the bed sheets as you cried out. He looked at you, smug, and brought his hand to his mouth, tasting you on his fingers. “Good girl.”

Namjoon moved to get above you, one hand moving your leg to hook over his shoulder as he guided himself inside of you. You gasped, sensitive from your previous orgasm, as he fucked into you fast, moaning praise and sweet filth to you as you fucking keened under him. God, you’d never seen him so fired up before, filthy promises dripping from his lips with each thrust into you. “Fuck, your so good for me. So good for daddy. Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes- fuck, yes, daddy, keep going.” You could feel a second orgasm approaching, a wave of heat washing over you as his hand slipped between your bodies you finger you in time with his thrust. You were screaming, clinging desperately to his arms as you came again, clenching tight around him. He could barely move, your pussy tightening as you cried out his name, pushing him over the edge as he came inside of you with a groan.

It took a while to get your breath back, inhaling sharply, throat dry. Your chest heaved as you gathered yourself, feeling Namjoon pull out as you closed your eyes for a moment. You felt the bed shift and Namjoon lay beside you, tugging you close and pressing kisses to your hair. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah.” You managed to breath, turning yourself to curl against him. He hummed, a hand running over the bare and sweaty skin of your back.

“You should have told me sooner, babe. We could have been having this all along.”

“I was embarrassed.” You admitted, keeping your head low. Namjoon tilted it upwards, meeting your gaze with a fond smile.

“You never need to be embarrassed around me, okay? You can tell me anything. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[tr4ggot]

how do you not take radfem rhetoric to heart? i can't stop going through GC blogs, & it's becoming psychological self-harm for me. i like my transition, but when i read their posts, i feel like i should be ashamed & then i feel disgusted w/ myself. it got so bad i tried to detransition, but i just couldn't. it hurt too much. i've been on hormones for a year & im just deeply embarrassed that i still do this. does confidence come with time? does shame leave in time?

i’ll try my best to give you some supplemental advice here, but my main point with this is that this needs to be discussed in depth with a psychologist, preferably one with experience treating trans patients. i know that that’s difficult in some areas and healthcare is expensive (at least in the US), but there seems to be some deep rooted issues that you should really talk about with someone who knows how to give advice/coping mechanisms/discuss self worth.

that being said, the short answer is that you need to stop immersing yourself in that kind of rhetoric. stay with me because i know it’s not as simple as that, but constantly being exposed to discussions that are meant to be degrading and harmful is ultimately going to be detrimental. if that means finding another social media outlet or just cutting yourself off from that entirely by deleting the app whenever you feel tempted, whenever you feel the urge to look at it, i suggest taking a moment to just take stock of your body. think about your feet and how they feel. think about your legs and how they feel. think about your torso and how it’s feeling. work your way up to your head. take a moment to breathe in for 8 seconds and out for 10 and do this for a few minutes. distract yourself with things grounded in reality.

it’s relatively easy to trick your brain into sending out endorphins to try and ‘heal’ what’s hurting, even if what’s hurting is mental and not physical. by giving yourself a hook back into reality and breaking the pattern of self loathe>immersion into bad spaces>more self loathing, you can calm it down for a minute until you’re in a more reasonable state of mind.

the long answer is that your self worth and image is going to be an ever-changing relationship you’ll need to cultivate with yourself. you will always have to live with yourself, but that doesn’t have to be a life sentence. this is going to sound weird, believe me, because when i started going to therapy, i was really apprehensive about any sort of cbt techniques since they just felt like those ‘✨drink more water !✨’ posts. choosing to deliberately and actively see the positive side of situations will (over time) improve your confidence so much. talking out feelings with people instead of internalizing things and bottling it up. start thinking about (objectively) what is making these thoughts happen most frequently and avoiding that behavior. breaking the cycle of destructive patterns, being mindful and actively thinking about why or what made you feel compelled to seek the comfort of that destructive behavior, and redirecting that energy into a less destructive coping mechanism are the most important things i can recommend to you. choosing to see the good in life, choosing to acknowledge the bad, but analytically recognize that it’s not this all consuming monster your brain will tell you it is, and choosing to act on only the healthy compulsions is the key.

hormones and transitioning will absolutely help you if your main issue is being dysphoric about your appearance, but if there’s other issues here like i suspect there is, shame and confidence issues will still be waiting there for you until you address them.

there’s very little practical advice i can give you from my own experience, because i was fortunate that i could see a therapist weekly when i needed it, and when i saw that it hadn’t substantially helped in the way i needed, i was able to get a prescription for anti-depressant medication (which rocks comparatively, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise) and that was when i saw a huge difference in my moods. i really suggest you find someone to talk to, even if it’s not a therapist, just so that you aren’t suffering in silence.

you asked how i don’t take them to heart, and it’s because i’m very secure in who i am, and for the most part, always have been. i have a constant internal monologue so my brain is my best friend (who i hate sometimes, but that’s another thing). i keep myself company because i’ve worked for years to create a good relationship with myself. i know who i am, i know who i want to be, and i make my decisions based off of that image. if someone who doesn’t know me, doesn’t know my past or my struggles tries to tell me they know better? i block them and move on because i know who i am. i’ve worked too hard, been through too much, and only gotten to be where i am now because i made damn sure that i was doing what was best for myself. radfems and terfs are sad little cretins on the internet, insecure about themselves who buy into fearmongering bullshit. i don’t take the opinions of anyone like that seriously, especially ones i don’t know personally, because i have too much respect for the person i want to be to let myself get dragged down by their pathetic shit.

[multiplefandomfics]

Elevator

Hey guys so this is our first fanfiction to be posted ever so be nice. We appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy it. This is going to be a blog with smut so 18+ only.

Norman Reedus x Reader

Words: 2646

Warnings: smut, cuteness overload, fluff, claustrophobia, Norman Reedus & Jeffrey Dean Morgan (because they need a warning :D),

It was a sunny day in Berlin, Germany even though it was just April. A friend and I had planned this trip for over a year. We met at the hotel we were gonna stay in. we went all out on that vacation and rented a good one. The town was also nice and the people very helpful and courteous.

One morning we wanted to meet in the lobby because we were staying on different floors. I was a little late cause the evening had been long and I didn’t hear my alarm. I quickly got dressed while writing a message to my friend and storming out the door a second later. Fortunately I had packed my stuff the day before. I stormed the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. Completely out of breath and focused on my phone I didn’t even notice the doors opening at a different level and two men stepping in. “Nice shirt!” one of them commented suddenly with a deep voice. I looked at my The Walking Dead shirt then at the guys and almost passed out. In front of me stood grinning like idiots Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus. I was paralyzed and for a moment I was sure I was still asleep and dreaming. My next thought was (Y/F/N) would be so jealous when I stepped out of the elevator. “You got a name?” Norman asked. “(Y/N)” I stuttered. “Nice one. You from around here?”  I was just about to find my voice and reply that I wouldn’t be living in a hotel if I were citizen of Berlin as the elevator jerked violently and then stood still. “what in hell…?” Jeffrey Dean Morgan said more to himself.”It’s not moving. Why is it not fucking moving?” I panicked. “Keep calm sweetheart. You claustrophobic or something?” Norman asked worriedly. “Or something...” I replied. I was not afraid of tight spaces the two gorgeous man trapped here with me were the problem. “I’m gonna press the help button.” so I did. Suddenly a voice came through the speakers.

“Hallo, Sie haben die Notfallhotline erreicht, wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?“

(Hello you reached the help hot-line what is your emergency?)

„Ja hallo wir stecken hier im Aufzug im Mercury Hotel in Berlin. Er bewegt sich seit ein paar Minuten gar nicht mehr, die Türen gehen auch nicht auf und hat vorher ganz schön gerappelt.“

(yeah hi we are stuck in an elevator in the mercury hotel in Berlin. It hasn’t been moving in few minutes, the door won’t open either and it jerked hardly before it stood still.)

„Ja ich sehe es im System aber ich kann keine Ferndiagnose stellen oder es beheben. Ich werde einen Techniker schicken müssen aber das wird etwas dauern. Leider fehlen uns momentan helfende Hände.“ at least she sounded sorry.

(Yes I can see it in my system but I can’t perform remote diagnosis. I’ll have to send a mechanic but that is gonna take a while. Unfortunately we are short handed at the moment.)

„Alles klar. Wir lange wird es ungefähr dauern?“

(Alright. How long is it gonna take approximately?)

„Vermutlich ein paar Stunden.“

(Maybe a few hours.)

„Okay wir können ja eh nicht viel machen. Danke für Ihre Hilfe.“

(Okay we can’t to much anyways. Thanks for your help.)

„Natürlich. Ich wünsche Ihnen trotzdem einen schönen Tag.“

with those words she hung up.

(Of course have a nice day anyways.)

“What did she say?” Jeff asked.

“Seems like we’re stuck for the next few hours. She’s gonna send a mechanic but that’s gonna take a while.” I answered.

“I would have never guessed that you’re German. Your English is flawless. Sounds almost like a native.” Norman remarked which made me blush. I had always loved English.

“Somebody got an idea what to do?” Jeff sounded already bored and we had only been stuck for 5 minutes. “I think I got everything we need in my purse.” I said hesitantly, opened it and pulled water bottles, snacks and a card game out of it. “Oh but I should call my friend first. She’s waiting in the lobby for me. One second.” I took my phone out of my pocket and hit dial on the video chat. I wanted to scare the living daylights out of her. I swear I was a good friend. After two rings she took the call. “Hey (Y/N) where are you?” “I’m sorry (Y/F/N) I’m stuck in one of the hotel elevators and the lady at the hot-line said it could take a few hours till a mechanic is gonna fix the problem and get us out of here. But I have some great company here. You wanna see?” I was so giddy I couldn’t even wait for a response. I just turned around and took the guys with me into view. “What the…?!” (Y/F/N) almost fell over. “You alright sweetheart?” Jeff asked worriedly as she almost hyperventilated and I laughed my ass off.  It was almost the same reaction I had had when I saw them first. “Why in hell are you guys even in Germany?” she finally spat out. “We are filming Ride here. We’re touring Europe at the moment.” Norman let on. “What a damn coincidence. I am not complaining. (Y/F/N) It seems we are not getting out of here anytime soon. Could you inform the people at the reception if they haven’t already? Then you should maybe go to a cafe or busy yourself otherwise. I won’t be able to stay on the phone the whole time my battery is gonna die then.” I explained to her. “Okay sure thing. Talk to ya later when you get out of that steel trap. Bye sis.” she replied. “Yeah bye. Love ya.” with that I hung up. “So she’s your sister?” Jeff asked. “Soul sister.” I replied happily. “We’d do anything for each other.” We sat down on the floor and I took hold of the UNO cards. “UNO? Seriously?” Norman laughed. “Yeah UNO. I like the game and I can’t play poker.” I admitted a little embarrassed. So there I was sitting on the floor of a stuck elevator with Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan playing UNO and eating snacks. “So you’re here for vacation?” The conversation stayed casual. “Yep we’ve been here for a week now.” We talked like we’ve known each other forever. It started to feel normal after a while. We made photos and laughed while eating and joking. I had no idea how much time had passed by when the double doors f the lift finally opened and revealed hotel staff, (Y/F/N) and a team of mechanics and tech support people. It seemed almost comical the way I was sitting on the ground with two grown ass men playing cards. “Oh hi, thanks for getting us out but couldn’t it have waited a few minutes longer I had a winning hand?” I sighed. “Betcha didn’t!” Norman challenged me. “Oh the bet is on Reedus!” I replied. (Y/F/N) only stared at me as if she couldn’t believe that we had gotten so close in only three hours. In the end I really had the win on my side and he had to surrender. I gathered all my things and we stretched our limbs outside. Felt good to finally walk again on more than six square meters. “So guys that is (Y/F/N) you met her briefly on the phone.” “Yeah hey nice to meet you” she was blushing like hell and that amused me a lot. “So it is too late to film now. You guys wanna hang out and show us parts of the town you have discovered yet? Maybe grab a bite somewhere?” Norman suggested. “Ehm yeah definitely!” I took the opportunity to be with them a little while longer. “Great our bikes are in the garage.” Jeff interjected. We made our way to the garage underneath the hotel. “You wanna ride with me?” Norman asked me shyly. It was adorable. “Sure thing but only if you let me drive for a while as well.” “You drive motorcycles?” he looked stunned but somehow also in awe. “Yes I have a bike at home. Been driving two wheels since I was 15. always loved the feeling of freedom that comes with it. And around my hometown there are alot of cool biker routes.” I raved. “Maybe we can drive a tour together sometime.” he offered. “That would be amazing. I’d love that a lot.” this time it was my turn to be stunned. He gave me his spare helmet as did Jeff to (Y/F/N) and sat up front on the Triumph. I put my foot on the footrest and swung my leg over the seat like I had dozens of times in my life before. I wasn’t sure where to put my hands so I just laid them on my thighs but he noticed and grabbed them to put them around his muscular middle. I wasn’t gonna object. He was a good looking and nice guy. We drove kinda aimlessly through town and when it turned late I heard through the com in my helmet that was connected to the rest of the group: “Hey guys I’m hungry. Let’s find a place to eat.” Jeff’s voice sounded strained. Well I remembered we had only eaten the few snacks at lunch time and in that moment my stomach rumbled too. “Good idea you know a good pizza place or so?” Norman asked and I felt him talk earlier than I heard him. That was kinda sexy. “Yes actually there is a restaurant just drive left there then the next right and you can park in front of Alfredo’s. We found it last Wednesday.” (Y/F/N) sounded through the speaker. Said, done. Five minutes later we stepped of the bikes and into the pizza place. It was rather small and not too crowded also no one seemed to recognize the guys which was a relive. “Thanks for taking us with you today.” (Y/F/N) said with a dopey smile on her face. I knew that she’d always had a crush on JDM. The whole day had been one big coincidence but the odds were in our favor. Sometimes fate seemed to be on our side. “order whatever you want. It’s my treat tonight.” Jeff gave us his signature smile again which made me melt. “Cheers everyone! To new friendships!” Jeff toasted. “Slainté!” I tasted back. We sat in that restaurant till about 10.30 pm that evening. We had so much fun. Even (Y/F/N) loosened up eventually. “By the way guys, if you wanna come to my hometown to go for a ride some when here’s my number. You can call anytime you want.” I winked at them but didn’t expect a number back. Then I got surprised by Norman. “Want mine too? Gimme your phone.” I willingly handed him my phone opening the display lock in the process. What I totally forgot about was my crazy background screen with a photo of him and Jeff. I smiled a little embarrassed but he seemed to think it was cute. Quickly he typed his number in and handed it back to me. I had to really restrain myself from completely fangirling right then. After eating we drove back to the hotel and grabbed a few drinks at the hotel bar. It was quiet at the hotel probably because it was out of season so we had the bar mostly to ourselves. After a few beers and shots the guys found out that I could really hold my liquor. (Y/F/N) was the one who ended it at around 2 am. I was still only slightly buzzed. “Let’s get to bed you guys gotta film tomorrow. Maybe we can watch?” she asked carefully. “Watch? You guys are gonna be part of the episode.” Norman assured us. Together we went to the elevators but took a different one that time. (Y/F/N) was the first to reach her floor. “Good night everyone see ya later.” she slurred and walked away. Jeff was next: “Night darling.” “Night Jeff” with those words the doors closed behind him. The second the doors touched Norman turned toward me and pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked but positively… if that is possible. “You want this?” he asked me breathless. “Oh god yes!” I exclaimed. We arrived at his floor and with a ding the doors opened. Because of the late hour no one was in the hallway as he pulled me further towards his room. He fumbled with the key-card and after some teasingly long seconds the door to his bedroom finally clicked open. We were still kissing like teenagers. He shoved the door shut with his foot and pushed my jacket from my shoulders. I helped him out of his clothes as fast as he undid mine and soon enough we were naked and I was writhing under his touch. I needed him so bad I was already dripping and he hadn’t even touched me yet. “Please Norman. Take me. I need it.” I whispered in is ear and he shuddered at my dirty words. “on the bed hands and knees.” he commanded. He was in charge and I knew and loved that so I did what he demanded and kneeled on the bed my soaking wet pussy on display for him. I heard him groan and shuffle behind me before I felt the bed dip. I was getting so much wetter in anticipation. Without warning he plunged two fingers in my pussy and they directly hit my g-spot. He was a master and when he buried his tongue into my folds I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It was impossible to describe. He drew little figure eights on my clit that send electrical shock-waves through me. I was coming undone seconds later. He pulled his fingers out of me and before I could object his cock pushed in to the hilt. He was bigger than anyone I ever had before so the pleasure was combined with a bit of pain as well but I liked that. It was so amazing. I could feel every stroke of his dick so deep inside me he almost pushed through my cervix. “Norman deeper please.” and “oh god yes right there.” was all I could come up with. My brain was like mashed potatoes. I just felt him and nothing more. He grunted and his strokes became erratic “come with me baby.” he panted and that was all the encouragement I needed and I squirted all over the bed sheets. I had never done this before. Completely spent we laid on the bed next to each other breathing heavily. So fucked out. It was pure bliss. “Thanks for that.” I panted out. “For what? I really wanted you since I stepped into the elevator this morning.” he admitted. After some more silent minutes I asked “Norman? What is this between us?” “I honestly don’t know. Let’s just enjoy what we have here for a while. See where in brings us. I definitely want this to continue.” I was so happy about that statement that I just cuddled up to his chest for an answer.

The next morning we sat together at breakfast. Well when Norman and I came downstairs hand in hand we saw Jeff and (Y/F/N) sitting there next to each other looking completely in love. I made a mental note to ask her later what had happened between them. When she saw our intertwined fingers she smiled at us knowingly. I knew I had to tell her everything when we had time. This was the best vacation of my life by far and I was happy to have been stuck in an elevator for the first time ever.

Part 2 is gonna hit later

[badboys-imagines]

Lie to me

Pairing : Tom, Reader

PART III

Summary : A complicated story in which Y/N and Tom already know each other from work.

Y/N : Your Name

While Tom was gone for the evening, Y/N managed something with the couch in the living room, turning it into a small, but comfortable area.

On the first night, she was terribly nervous and kept pacing in the kitchen, watching the clock ticking as she waited for him to come back. Her stomach was a ball of knots and she had barely eaten. After an eternity, she figured he wouldn't come and eventually turned on the TV, sprawling on the couch, slightly disappointed.

Within seconds, Y/N drifted off into sleep.

In her dreams, she swiftly distinguished Tom's shape. At first, she saw his eyes, then she felt his body pressing against hers, his strong chest as he towered over her. Her breath itched at the sensation and she snuggled into his arms. It felt so real that even his scent invaded her lungs. Through her strange dreams, Y/N muttered a few meaningless words in a sleepy voice.

When she woke up, the young woman was covered in sweat, heart pounding like never before. Lying in her bed, it didn't take her long to remember she'd fallen asleep on the couch the night before. Tom had certainly carried her here. The idea wasn't unpleasant, but still pretty embarrassing.

It felt even more embarrassing when she realized her clothes were carefully folded on a chair next to her bed. Flushing at once, her jaw dropped. With the luck she had, she'd probably called his name while he'd carried her to her bedroom.

Damn you, Y/N.

As she blamed herself for her lack of discretion, Y/N walked downstairs, giving a swift glance at the couch. Tom wasn't there. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth and she kept walking, her muscles relaxing as she grabbed some bread into the closet.

"Good morning."

She heard Tom absentmindedly mumbling. Startled by the sound of his voice, the young woman almost dropped her food.

Holy shit.

Y/N looked up as she closed the closet's door and saw him sitting near the large room window, shirtless and focusing on the screen of his computer. Hair still damp from his shower, Tom's typical bright blue eyes settled on her, sending shivers right down her spine.

She realized she hadn't responded and awkwardly waved her hand at him,

"Hello."

It's only for a little while, she repeated to herself.

Silence fell over the room and Y/N took a bite of her toast, leaning against the counter as she averted her gaze to the newspaper that rested on the hard wood. Tom shot her swift glances and his eyebrows furrowed,

"Do you always eat your breakfast while standing ?"

Y/N shrugged. Actually, she didn't want to come closer to him and feel her guts clench unbearably while she tried to chew her toast. Tom looked back at his screen, his frown not leaving his forehead.

"Y/N, this is weird." Tom grumbled.

"Weird ?" Y/N chuckled, "First of all, it’s not weird and second, should we talk about the way you didn’t even tell me you were going to live here for weeks ?"

An amused smile curved his lips and he plunged his blue gaze into hers, insisting with a sharp, British accent,

"Now, darling. Who's eating while standing up ?"

Y/N’s blood started to boil slowly. In spite of his usual good manners, Tom had a temper, and he knew exactly how to drive her insane.

"Don’t call me that.” Y/N groaned, “Am I supposed to sit down with you while I have my breakfast just so you can work in peace ?"

Raising his head from his computer, Tom's teasing smile widened,

"Precisely. Come over here."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N kept staring at him as Tom alternatively glanced at her, then at his computer. After a moment, realization took hold and he rolled his eyes,

"Oh come on, Y/N. We should try and be nice to each other, since we don't know how much time I'll be staying here."

Silently nodding, Y/N swallowed the last piece of her toast. Not saying a word, she pivoted on her feet, but his voice interrupted her,

"Maybe you could make an effort."

Y/N stopped in the middle of the kitchen. Was he serious now ?

Eyes widening, she turned back to him. Keep calm, Y/N.

"An effort ?" she repeated, "We're not roommates, Hiddleston. Yesterday I still thought you were in England and you just came out of nowhere asking for hospitality." she suddenly retorted.

Screwing up his eyes, Tom released a deep sigh,

"I didn't want to sound mean. I'm sorry, alright ? I'm just saying it'd be much better if we didn't feel embarrassed at everything." His words lightened the mood for a split second and she was about to leave when he spoke again. Tom bit down onto his lip, betraying the feigned indifference in his eyes as he went back to whatever he was typing, "You were mumbling sweeter things when I carried you to bed last night."

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she flushed. It was too much, way too much.

Who did he think he was now ?

She burnt to say it and kick him out of her house, but the words didn't leave her lips and she almost ran to the bathroom.

How could he ? How dared he ?

Throwing her pajamas to the laundry basket, Y/N turned on the hot water. As she felt it rain down on her, the young woman tried to relax. It flooded her with heat, but she already felt too hot for a warm shower. Skin turning red, Y/N leaned against the cold, wet wall, inhaling deeply. Blood still boiling with various emotions, she tried to figure out how she was going to handle this. Closing her eyes, she focused on Tom, on the idea of him, his blue eyes with a hint of green, his attitude and the way he talked. How it set fire... to her core.

Y/N’s eyes darted open. Oh, no. Not now.

She quickly washed her skin and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a thick towel. Brushing her hair, she looked for clean clothes and her heart skipped a beat. Obviously, she'd forgotten them in her room.

Y/N pressed her ear against the door. Not a sound. Tom was probably still working. The young woman moved back, making sure her towel wouldn't fall when she'd walk out. Opening the door, she swiftly made her way through the corridor, until she bumped into a strong chest.

Fuck, fuck fuck !

Flushing red, she didn't even look up at him. However, Tom placed both his hands against her shoulders, and the fire burnt again, hotter, terrible. The simple touch of his fingers on her skin was pure torture. Staring blankly into space, Y/N took a deep breath before finally laying eyes on him.

"Y/N, don't you think you are... overreacting ?"

"Me, overreacting ?" she promptly repeated, "Probably."

He stood still, holding her by the shoulders for a moment. His body so close and his eyes so cold as they searched hers. Tom seemed to read her mind and she felt the urge to fill his silence with words,

"What ?" Y/N asked impatiently.

Tom didn't say anything and she gulped,

"It's okay, I'm not mad." she assured him, her cheeks turning crimson red as she tried to escape the pair of strong hands.

Releasing his grip on her, Tom slightly moved back and she could have sworn he was wearing a proud smile. As his arms fell back to his sides, Y/N came back to reality and grabbed Tom's wrist, taking a look at his watch. She was late for work, again.

"Damn it ! I really have to go." she trotted towards her room, her towel sliding along her body until it fell to the floor.

She quickly grabbed a pair of black panties in a drawer and heard Tom who still stood near the bathroom.

Not dressed yet, the young woman came back in the corridor, putting on her tight jeans,

"Could you feed the cat ?"

Y/N seemed to forget her lack of clothes until Tom took in the sight of her. She was standing here, with only a bra and a pair of panties on, her jeans half on her thighs. They stared at each other for a moment and she tried hard not to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. Blinking as to chase his own lust away, Tom looked down, clearing his throat,

"Well, yes. Yes, I will."

“Fine.”

Y/N blushed, and quickly got dressed. She saw Tom disappear into the bathroom and hurried outside.

If you thought being a script girl was a chill job, well you were mistaking. Y/N’s daily life was absolutely insane. Waking up, going on set. Taking care of everything. Welcoming the actors. Spoiling them, cuddling them, stroking their ego as much as possible, until they delivered the perfect performance. That, was her job. Everything was complex and calculated.

Hollywood wasn't a world, it was Hell. In every way. However, she had somehow managed to fulfill her dreams and was slowly becoming what she'd always wanted to be: a human version of a little demon in this big, cold industry.

Once she arrived on set, the first thing she did was checking the scenario and reviewing the schedules. That was when a name on the paper caught her eyes.

"Tom Hiddleston ?" she repeated, completely dumbfounded, "What... Is this new ? How is it even possible ?"

Her assistant just shrugged, powerless.

Oh god, this was going to be harder than she thought.

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[swcrdheldhigh-blog]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

asdrtfyhgj I can’t pick just one! Ofc on this blog oc x canon overues everything but uhhh Hijack?? Gimme. Hiccunzel? Gimme. Mericup? Gimme. Hiccup x anyone? basically gimme 

Petal? X Anyone???? GIMME 

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Anything at all honestly, I’m really open to stuff when it comes to writing 

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

If the person isn’t alive when you graduate highschool? I’m a little lot worried. (Ignoring specific circumstances such as Jack Frost, or other immortal/chaotic beings that you can’t apply human years too

Are you selective when shipping?

not really, however if you just assume im okay with a ship before asking---then im worried. One sided stuff doesn’t need permission, but if you assume it’s going to be returned without checking with me? Then im worried & might not reply

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

That’s a rough line. Honestly? It depends on the person, but for me it’s anything that makes me personally blush. If I feel embarrassed writing it, and feel the need to put it under a read more--then it’s nsfw

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

sdfhgtjyhbkunlm So many for both !!!! I am a shipping freak and love writing shippy stuff!! Honestly,im always always always here to ship with any muse ever basically

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Ask! Send in a meme! If you come into my DM with ‘hey i kinda ship petal & ___’ or ‘I really like hiccup and ____’ Chances are, I do too. HOWEVER I know a lot of people are shy!! So feel free to send in a shippy meme I reblog! That’s like asking too! Just indirectly asking! Because you’re giving me the option to deny or change it ! 

How often do you like to ship?

Always

Are you multiship?

Always

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ask Beth it’s like all we talk about xD (jk) but seriously, I hyper fix on things so im obsessed!! Platonic ships, Romantic ships, hate ships!! SHIPS

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Snotlout x Fishlegs, oops

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Memes! Asks! Dms! Anything!! Just give me the option!! 

Tagged by:  stole from @fightfearwithfun​ Tagging: Any muse with a ‘i’ in their name

[notmuchfordancing]

🐣🐨🦔🐢🐄🐸🐧🦭

DID YOU LIKE MY COUNTDOWN!? That was fun! I had fun. That was actually more fun than I thought it would be! There were too many good posts to name. It was very fun reading all your comments and theories.  Though side note: animal anon has no problem with people joining her BUT it must be animals and it must not mess with my countdown. No statues! Animal anon does animals, not statues. Side side note: can someone settle the debate of if that emoji is a hedgehog or a porcupine? Because I have no idea. Side note side note side note: sorry if you got multiple asks in a day...my system isn't perfected yet so sometimes I send two (or three) because I forgot I sent one and didn't want to accidently miss anyone (also sorry if i did miss you, still perfecting the system, no one has been animal anon blacklisted, i promise!)

Anyway, GUESS WHAT TODAY IS!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 It's been one year since I started animal anon! How exciting is that?! Phew, what a year we've had together! I mean what better way to start this second year than some chaos since that's how animal anon started to begin with! I will admit, it was slightly stressful coming up with something to meet the occasion of this event. I hope the countdown and this post live up to it. No, I'm not going to reveal myself just yet.. maybe that will be for year 2...😏😏. BUT I will give you some fun facts about me! So let's see; first, I'm from the Midwest (so not Canadian, but close so I do have a slight accent), but I currently live in the TriState area. Second, I am a MASSIVE theater nerd. No, seriously I have been to 21 shows since Broadway reopened in September and I'm actually going to my 22nd tonight. I don't know if this makes that fact better or worse, but I've really only been to about 12 different show because out of those 22, 10 of those are one specific show. Third, I am fluent in German and English. Though, I suck at writing in German, I never learned how to, so don't ask me to do that please. Fourth, my favorite color is red, so you can guess my favorite Taylor album (and coincidently also the show I've been to see 10 times on Broadway...). Fifth, I love to talk A LOT if you couldn't tell by the essays I send yall. And lastly, I can also confirm I am not Taylor...but I will say that I do share something very important with her... tell me your guesses down below as to what very important thing you think Taylor and I have in common, and I'll send some extra animals to whomever I see gets it right first!

So contuining on with my dissertation here, this week I have been trying to figure out a prompt to live up to this occasion. As I already mentioned, my system isn't perfect! And I've been thinking a lot about community lately and how that's been lacking for so many because of Covid. So what I want yall to do is if you get this dissertation of mine, please send a message, post, anon, whatever you want to at least 1 other blog (though you can do more), telling them something you like about them and giving them an animal emoji! That way we can keep spreading the love all day long to as many as possible! 🥰

As always, you are all brilliant, kind, worthy, beautiful and as this past week has shown, hilarious and unique human beings. No seriously, some of your posts had me kneeling over in laughter. If you would so like, you can tag #animalanon so I and everyone can read all your lovely posts! IM STARTING EARLY TODAY SO WE CAN PARTY ALL DAY LONG BECAUSE I LOVE YALL SO MUCH 🎊 🦥🦁🐯

hi dear!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love long messages, i feel like it's a letter (and i love letters) thanks for sending this! i think ive only received the one where you talk about your penguin socks and was going to take a time to reply it and then i forgot and then it was too late and i was embarrassed!!! so sorry about that. it was fun!! it was very entertaining and i checked tumblr way more than i normally do cause i wanted to see your ask, thanks for including me!! happy anniversary and i hope these messages and interactions make you happy and warm, cause i know we really do love it. to your revelations... i had a theory and name in mind buttt that already proves i'm wrong so know i'm sure ive no idea who you are asdklj you're so cute and obsessed i love that for you, hope you have a great time having fun!! for the Taylor thing... maybe you have 3 cats? or was born in december (maybe the 13th?)? thank you for sending this, i really appreciate and enjoy reading about you, your day or personality or just whatever you have in mind (i miss blogs!) hope you have a great day and take care of yourself

ps. consider your assignment done pps. english is not my first language and i didnt revise this sorry for any mistakes laksd

[softboywriting]

Y’all need to know something that’s going on with me right now. I’m making this post in your best interest because I feel like it’s important that other writers and bloggers who follow me should know. If you follow or contact the user ironfurycollector, they are not an honest person and faked their own death to me. 

Okay so I started talking to her in September and it was great. both Shawn fans and she loved my fics. we exchanged a few pics, and we talked about our lives a little bit from time to time. but i started to wonder why she never posted anything on her blog, only liked everything. no big deal. some people just dont reblog a lot. 

then there was some outtake pics she bought that she was gonna email to me and when she sent them they were from her ‘brother’s email. she said something about hers being hacked a while back. now the question is, why not just make a new one? it takes ten seconds. (this email fiasco can be backed up by another trusted friend, more to come on this.) 

it was a red flag but i ignored it and moved on. we talked more and more about shawn and my fics. (side note: some time in December she sent me a pic that her friend recently took but she was in a hoodie and a puffy coat, it’s dead ass summer in AUS rn. NOT coat weather. i mentioned this in the chat but she just moved on to another topic) but then i started getting really suspicious after she entered this relationship with her brother’s best friend. see, it was too perfect, too ‘fic’ like but i just went with it cuz it was interesting and maybe he was this good and i was a sucker for it.

but then it just got over the top. the stories, the details, it just was too much for a first time relationship and the guy/her being only 18-19 years old. 

so at one point he supposedly left a little scavenger hunt of notes around her place when she fell asleep and he had to leave. this was only a week or two into their relationship. pretty unbelievable. so then shes sending me pics of the little riddle notes for her scavenger hunt and the handwriting changed half way thru. also, one of the pics there was a guy’s leg in the pic. and she lied to me and said it was a fake one her brother pranked her with on Halloween. well. i called her on that, asking for a pic of it and she fessed up to lying saying ‘she was embarrassed cuz she couldn't figure out the clues and she had her friend Bradley come over to help her’. which, honestly sure i’d buy but why lie? and how fast did he get there? smells fishy.

moving on. i was confused cuz she said her friend was named Bradley. well. that was also the name on the ‘brother’s email’ she was using. i called her on this. she said they are both Bradley and she calls her brother B. I was iffy. What are the chances. Honestly. 

At this time i called her out and told her i thought she was cat fishing me. and asked to see a pic of her with the notes from the scavenger hunt. which she took forever to send a pic, making up the excuse of being in the bathroom, and they getting dressed but finally did. it appeared she was holding the notes but idk tbh. (in all her pics shes sent it’s clearly the same girl)

Fast forward and she has this wild weekend with her now boyfriend/ brother’s best friend. like so much sex. it’s literally impossible how long they supposedly went and how many times her boyfriend supposedly came. it was just too wild and for her claiming to be a virgin, it was too much and he, being a supposedly 18yr old was way too experienced sounding. seriously. it was like a fic.

so like i asked for a pic of her boyfriend cuz supposedly he’s so shawn like and shit and all i’ve seen was this one generic pic of him (god knows where that came from) and she can’t get any on facebook and blah blah. now i asked several times for pics of this boy (shes with him all the time) but she always had an excuse. always. 

at this point im just so suspicious she’s lying about everything. now her boyfriend is going off for a sports camp thing for a month in the US. shes sad. okay. but then about two days later she says she has some family drama and won’t be available for a few days. im like okay. shit happens.sure. 

she tells her best friend ‘Bradley’ to message me on tumblr so i wouldn’t be lonely. so he had to make a tumblr cuz ‘he just used hers to read your fic’. so im like okay sure. well. while i talked to him i noticed he speaks, types, has the same exact quirks as her. i mean so specifically the same. i use lmao a lot, too much perhaps. and she started using it too cuz we talked all the time, you pick things up from people. but for this guy, whom ive never spoken with and i assume would have their own quirks and way of speaking, to be the exact same is super fishy to me. 

so a few days later she texts me (i have her cell # and have since just after the boyfriend thing started) and shes like saying that she’s not in AUS anymore and that her boyfriend just COULDNT be with out her and paid for a flight to come stay with him for a week in the US while he’s doing his sport thing. Not sure where an 18 year old boy gets money like that let alone how she was staying with him, specially if he was on an exchange program for a school function. red flag. im suspicious. 

so then she says ‘oh its so boring here all day with out him cuz hes at camp for sports” and im like thinking well....you could text me all day or message me on tumblr but you don’t? doesn't make sense. so when i get a chance to talk to her, she says shes heading home soon. and i ask what the family drama was and she says something about her aunt. and i dont remember how it came up but i asked about her living situation back home. cuz previously she’d sent me stuff about living with a roommate but now she was saying she lived with her brother. so i asked. and she said she lives at home but her parents have been away for a while but they just came back and then there was drama with her aunt. like, what? that just didn’t make sense to me at all. she never mentioned moving or anything and always said she lived with her brother (never mentioned parents ever before and also where the fuck would they be for so long??). (also side note, when we first started talking she said she had a horse/pony and his name was Waffles i think and she loved him so much and was always out there with him. never ever heard about this again. ever.)

so here’s the point where i am just done with this and i have a bad feeling and i can’t ignore it anymore. she tells me her boyfriend will be back soon and i should go talk to Bradley about my concept i wanted to tell her about. i told her im not as comfortable talking to him about it cuz it’s not the same. she insists. and then...she calls him Larry. and im like what? who? and she tells me this story how that’s his nickname cuz her mom would call them that when she got mad when they were kids. (that makes no sense) and she called him that since he beat up some guy for her in high school (still makes no sense and now im absolutely done with this not adding up shit) also this whole time ‘Bradley’ hasn’t been on for a day or two. and suddenly as soon as i say goodbye to her. he’s suddenly online. Fishy.

I decide not to talk and i block him to see what happens. nothing happens. so now i decide to take this story to a friend on here who i trust a lot. she tells me to block her and see what happens. see if she notices. a day later and she’s supposed to be home from the US and back in AUS. i get a text, something about a car accident on the way home from the airport. I don’t respond. 

at this point my trusted friend mentions a user randomly contacting her and sending her outtakes in exchange for writing a oneshot a while back. and that the email was weird and ‘fishy’ and ‘from her brothers email.’ low and behold. it’s the same person i’ve been talking to. and she told my trusted friend that she got the pics ‘from her friend’ when she told me should bought them (with what money idk cuz they were expensive $80-$100 per sets and yet she was complaining about bring broke??) 

I go on with my blogging and writing. next day. she doesn't text me. another day and she sends something along the lines of “hope you’re okay i noticed you haven’t been active.” I don’t respond because I want to see if she notices I've blocked her and asks me about it. 

another day passes. 

I don’t get any messages about being blocked, or asking what’s going on or why can’t she see my tumblr, etc. Things that an actual person and normal friend would probably be sending texts about far more frequently than just one or two texts.

so then i get a text today from her cell that says this

which i don’t believe for one second. so i take it to my trusted friend. and she tells me that she has liked a few of her posts since last night. oh. really. blogging from the grave huh? So i ask my trusted friend to message her. to see if she replies. and low and behold:

I’m honestly pissed off and hurt. I called this person my friend. I grew to trust this person and share my days/stories/ideas with them. I have no idea how much is true of what she’s ever told me. I have no idea if she is a real person or another person pretending. But even if all the other stuff that I was iffy on and sent up red flags for me were somehow bizarre truths, this text is a lie. She faked her own death and I am calling her out on this. Because I won’t be friend with a person like this. And I highly suggest no one is because this is wrong and sick. 

[vyragosa]

vyra, i was so inspired & encouraged by you posting ur fanfiction!  i loved it so much!  i had written this a week or so ago, but i didn’t have the courage to figure out how to send it. 

i dont know i want to put my name to it because i dont think tonbokiri and sengo are fully in character (though i would like to grow as a writer until i can write them well), and i also dont want to spam ur blog with it, but i did write it as a kind of “thank you” for streaming mihotose the other week, and i thought that, if you have the courage to post yours, then i want to have the courage to send you this gift, even if mine isn’t all that good.  

because of its length, don’t feel pressured to post it onto your blog if you don’t want to! i don’t mind either way. it’s entirely up to you, because as far as i’m concerned, it’s your gift for you to do with what you like.  you don’t have to comment on it if you don’t want to, or you can choose to; you don’t have to post it unless you want to; etc.  im not sure if this is the best way to send you this, because im still not 100% on how the “submit” feature works, but i hope this is readable; 

(put the rest of the message under the cut with the fic v )

(ok so first of all i couldn’t wait to be home and read during a break in the freezing cold and i literally could not stop crying involuntarily, literally unable to stop still) your grasp on them, i just, how raw 

the way you wrote their fears and tears? tonbo being so excessive to the point of being incredibly self-destructive, thinking that his words are never appropriate when each time, they are? disregarding his own self for others, for him

sengo being so, so self-contained to the point of facade completely shattering from a single world (which reminds of his face almost choking back tears in mihotose being told he isn’t alone i’m NOT ok) wanting to take care of him instead, to make him realize no one should go that far for him, and especially not tonbokiri

thank you so much for taking the time to write all of this? i’m a bit at loss of words i’m afraid i can’t praise it as much as i think of it but i genuinely cherish it with all my heart, and please don’t downplay yourself like this in the future you don’t give yourself enough credit that i can’t put in words

“Did you sleep better, back then?”

Sengo’s face has turned back to the window, not fully, but so all Tonbokiri can see is the apple of his grinning cheek tremble.

“I would take those unpleasant memories from you, if I could,” Tonbokiri says.  He says it quietly, because if he spoke any louder then his voice would crack with its own weight.  “Sometimes I wish I could, if it would ease your suffering.”

Sengo laughs wetly.  "And then we’d never have met.” “I’d find you still.”

i have another ao3 account invite arriving hopefully soon, so if you want this to be more clean, i could post it there maybe if that would be better.  & i have never written for anyone before, and i don’t think anyone has seen anything i’ve written in a few years, so please don’t think too harshly on my characterisations, writing, dialogue, pacing, etc. because i’ve never had anyone to critique my mistakes.  

(i also think i started writing this with the intention of it being an au where they had been human but very much like that spies or assassins, like i saw on your blog, so if anything seems strange, it’s because of that!  i didn’t mention anything explicitly, but i wanted to give myself some room because i’m not fully familiarised with the canon yet, so that’s why some things may not be in line with canon, even though they may call themselves “spear/sword.“  i wanted to write something in between the phases of them being very traumatised by their life experiences and starting the road to recovery; between them still considering themselves weapons lacking autonomy and them starting to think of themselves as people who can make their own decisions.)  as i said, i know there are places where it definitely feels even to me that tonbokiri and sengo are ooc, but i hope you’ll forgive those moments while i begin figuring out how to write them properly.  even if you don’t enjoy this so much, hopefully you can use this at least as something to give you different ideas.

~ Tonbokiri is woken by Sengo.

He knows this even before his eyes are open.  If he could not tell by the thin fingers brushing back his hair; or the sound of his sleep-husked voice, unusually quiet, unusually tremulous, calling his name; or even the faint smell of cherry blossoms still sticking to Sengo’s skin after they’d taken Monoyoshi to see around the city and the nearest park just the day before … if he could not tell by any of that, then Tonbokiri would know just from habit.

It is in the nature of things like them to awaken fighting; to burst into consciousness at the slightest sounds; to feign sleep while reaching for their knife under their pillow, or to listen to the sounds of the building adjusting to the new weight with wailing creaks and then to launch at their attacker.  That is in their training.  It had taken some time - though, not nearly as much as either of them had expected - for Tonbokiri and Sengo to adjust to each other’s presence, but now that they have, if he is woken in any manner and his body allows the haze of semi-consciousness to fog his mind, then Sengo must be near, keeping him peaceful.

He is woken by Sengo most nights in some way or another, though not usually for long.  A leg thrown over his waist might catch his attention, their hips budging as they shift might stir him, fine hair in his face and tickling his nose will wake him with a sneeze, or the blankets being pulled further to one side than the other might cause him to wake just enough to pull them back.  To all of these, Tonbokiri will smile, ensure that nothing in the room is out of place and disturbing him, and drift back to sleep.  On less pleasant nights, he is woken by Sengo’s fitful dreaming.  Not his nightmares, or at least not the fully-fledged ones - while he knows Sengo has periods where his dreams give him pain, he too often wakes himself first, quiet enough or still enough to never wake Tonbokiri, and instead lets him rest unknowing; and so Tonbokiri only ever catches the after-images of these nightmares: the restless attempt to fall back asleep again, tear tracks on Sengo’s otherwise dormant face, smiles the next day that are a little too wide … all signs of something that Sengo endured right beside him that Tonbokiri missed.  Sengo brings them up occasionally, but never seriously, only to tell him something particularly gruesome that he thinks might scare Tonbokiri away, or with a wink and a fluttering hand as if he’s trying to convince them both that he’s telling a particularly overblown ghost story rather than his own memories.

They haunt him like ghosts, certainly, but they’re no less real.

Tonight, Sengo had woken him, but he’s already awake himself, face scrunched into something just a little more serious than his usual pout.

“Muramasa … ?” he murmurs.  This is strange to him, and his body is reacting frustratingly slowly.  Lovingly slowly; it - he - trusts Sengo implicitly; he can almost imagine his resting muscles asking what such a rush is for, if Sengo is here.

A light is already on in their room, a dim amber glow in the corner from a lamp.  Just hazy enough to leave deep shadows in haloed curves around the furniture, but just bright enough to leave a pleasant highlight on Sengo’s face.

“Ah, you’re awake.“  His fingernails scratch pleasantly at Tonbokiri’s scalp, brushing through his hair.  Sengo is sitting with Tonbokiri’s head in his lap; he is surprised none of the movement woke him sooner.

“Of course,” he repeats, forcing his eyelids to remain fully open despite his comfort.  “Of course,” he repeats, “didn’t you call me?"  He thinks he remembers Sengo’s voice, whispering his name.  "Is something wrong?”

“Don’t you remember?  You were having a nightmare.”

The fatigue seeps from him in an instant, leaving him cold and awake.  The cold centres in his chest like ice, but Sengo’s hands near his head are still warm.  So it was me who woke him first …  It’s troubling to think of how he may have disturbed what little peaceful sleep Sengo had earned just with his own bothersome thoughts.  “Oh,” he eventually manages.  “Yes, I don’t remember at all.  Thank you for waking me from it so quickly.”

Before he can apologise for waking Sengo himself, Sengo’s pout changes shape, and his warm hands travel to Tonbokiri’s chest, thawing that frozen feeling.  “But your heart is racing, can’t you feel that?”

“Ah, that,” he says.  He notices now that it’s been pointed out.  But he smiles up at Sengo rather than think about it.  “My heart always races when I look at you.”

Sengo splutters slightly in surprise, face turning a soft pink, glowing in the dusky orange lamplight, framed by highlights of long, feathery hair.  Tonbokiri could stare at him for so long …

I wonder if it just got faster.  He puts a hand over Sengo’s, both of them over his heart.

The flush doesn’t fade, but Sengo adopts a wry, amused smile, wrinkling his nose mischeviously, eyes twinkling.  “Pardon the intrusion, then, if I’ve interrupted a dream in which I’m undressing.”

“It’s no interruption, if you’re the one who wakes me."  How could even the most pleasant dream he conjure compare to the real thing?  Ah, embarrassing, even the thought makes his cheek heat.  "And, I am sorry,” he manages, next, before he blurts out something even more sentimental.

Sengo’s smile doesn’t vanish, but his eyes go wide and study him carefully, scrutinising.

“For waking you,” Tonbokiri explains.  “I–”

He is distracted by a flash of deep red slashed across the palm of Sengo’s hand, made noticeable as he moves it from Tonbokiri’s chest to his own lap.

He shoots upwards, almost knocking Sengo backwards with his speed and size.  In the light, with the movement, the red shimmers.  Tonbokiri forces himself to think rationally despite his hammering heart, to come into a sitting position beside Sengo and move slower; Sengo’s muscles have clenched, shoulders tightened, and his gaze is scanning the room for whatever threat he thinks must have made its presence announced.

Tonbokiri scolds himself internally.  He knows what they both are, and he was foolish to react in a way that has left Sengo waiting for an attack, and after Sengo woke him up so gently.  His breathing slows purposefully, steadily, and he outstretches his hands to take Sengo’s.  Slowly, so that if Sengo wanted to knock his hands away, he could.

But Sengo offers the hand faster than Tonbokiri asks, eyebrows high on his head, offering a faint, “What’s the matter?” into the open air.

Tonbokiri’s thumb presses into the heel of Sengo’s hand as he turns it to examine it closer.  A thread of his own hair, dark red, had caught itself on Sengo’s ring finger.  His hands had been so gentle that Tonbokiri hadn’t even felt the roots tug in his scalp, even as the strands were drawn with the movement.

His exhale is a heavy huff of relieved air.  His thumbs trace the lines of Sengo’s blessedly unblemished palm.  “I thought I’d cut you."  The red like a river of blood deep in Sengo’s skin … all just a strand of his hair.  It had just shone oddly in the light, is all.  It had looked like something it wasn’t, and his mind had jumped to its own conclusions.

"You didn’t,” says Sengo, flexing his hand to better see it himself.  Then, thoughtfully, almost like a challenge.  “You couldn’t.”

Tonbokiri almost traitorously thinks, I have, remembers the dragonfly, then silences that weakness.  No matter what his body is capable of, has done, he won’t let it harm Sengo.

“Huhuhu, even without saying any words, the things you think are so loud,” says Sengo, tapping Tonbokiri’s temple with his unhurt hand.  “You didn’t, and so what would it matter if you had?  I thought you told me you didn’t remember you’d had a nightmare.”

“I can’t remember it,” begins Tonbokiri.  “And it would matter, if I’d hurt you.”

Sengo flicks his wrist to dismiss that thought.  They’re sitting so close together, and yet Sengo’s face has turned at an angle impossible to read.  “But you seem so alert, after waking."  With an insincere edge, "Would it make you more at ease if I undressed right now?”

He frowns.  “If I can’t remember it, I’d say it hasn’t bothered me so much,” he says.  “But … you worry me.  Are you alright?”

“You’re such a worrywart.  Aren’t you the one with bad dreams?”

“We both have bad dreams."  Tonbokiri leans closer now, and Sengo gives him reluctant eye contact.  "Did it trouble you when I woke up?”

Now Sengo smiles.  It’s tight on his face; a mixture of the false, teasing grins he wears for the others, and the pained, bittersweet twist that sometimes unwillingly slips onto his face.  “You didn’t.”

“Trouble you?"  Then he realises.  He lowers his gaze.  "Wake you.”

It isn’t a question, but Sengo still confirms it with a half-shrug, doing his best not to look bothered about it.

“I’m glad, then,” Tonbokiri decides.  “That I had that dream and you woke me.  No one of us should be awake alone at this hour.”

Sengo shrugs again, more haphazard this time, rising to cross the room to their window and look out over the night.  “It’s not so bad.  I used to stay up and stare at the stars, before.  I would wonder which unlucky one I must have been born under."  He flashes a playful grin over his shoulder, one that Tonbokiri can’t return.

Before.  Before he was Mihotose.  Tonbokiri himself hardly feels as if he’s been here long, although he feels so at peace with the team.  But he had spent so long as the spear belonging to just one man before this; Sengo has had many handlers.  Does it feel so differently for him?  Does time pass differently?  There are times when Tonbokiri worries that Sengo feels isolated for being the last of them to join.

"Did you sleep better, back then?”

Sengo’s face has turned back to the window, not fully, but so all Tonbokiri can see is the apple of his grinning cheek tremble.

“I would take those unpleasant memories from you, if I could,” Tonbokiri says.  He says it quietly, because if he spoke any louder then his voice would crack with its own weight.  “Sometimes I wish I could, if it would ease your suffering.”

Sengo crosses back, but so quickly Tonbokiri barely catches a glimpse of his face.  His hands grasp Tonbokiri’s shoulders, and his purple head rests above red.  “How peaceful … but then I’d have almost no memories whatsoever.”

“Then I’d wish for you to have a different life.  A normal one.  A human one."  Speaking as if they aren’t humans.  But, some days, it would be almost more impossible to believe they are.

Sengo laughs wetly.  "And then we’d never have met.”

“I’d find you still.”

A drop lands squarely on Tonbokiri’s head.  He pretends that it could be possible for it to rain inside their room, rather than feel the deep sorrow in his chest knowing that Sengo is crying.

“I am Sengo Muramasa,” Sengo declares.  Bold, but sad.  “And not that stranger who lived some normal, human life.  If this Tonbokiri … if he has regrets,” he speaks softly, with no judgement, “then I’m sure that that other Muramasa is out there … instead of inside this room, where you’re trapped with the demon.”

“How can I have any regrets in this life that took me to you?"  His voice is heavy and wet.

"In this life that’s given you nightmares … you have no regrets?  You wouldn’t change it?”

“No.”

“You’d take all those lives again?  Walk down this path that you’ve walked down?”

“If you were waiting for me on it, yes.”

A smile curves against his temple.  “Liar."  Two more raindrops fall from the shadow of a violet cloud above.  Tonbokiri is held so closely that he can only see Sengo’s collarbone, from how tightly he is held.  "Merciful Tonbokiri”–here, Sengo traces the Siddham on his chest–“he would never shed all that blood for anyone less than his old master.  Let alone for something like me.”

Merciful Tonbokiri.  He wants to be, he aspires to be, but.  He can’t remember what his nightmare was, but he can imagine.  His past has given a lot for his dreams to work with.  “If there is a price to pay to keep our lives together, to be paid in blood, at the cost of all I’ve shed and all you’ve shed, I would gladly give it all, straight from my own heart."  He guides Sengo’s finger from the Siddham to his heart beside it.  "If you’d have me.”

Sengo makes a choked noise.  His hand curls, his knuckles brush and must surely feel Tonbokiri’s pulse.  “So desperate to keep your own misfortunate life, and to make me change mine?”

“Only if it’d make you happy.”

“But how could I possibly be happy if we were living different lives?”

“I’d pay it all the same, if it’d make you happy in this one.”

“Huhuhu, sometimes, you can be a little slow, Tonbokiri."  Sengo pulls back so they can see each other, face-to-face.  There are tears rolling down so quickly they fall into his smile.  "I already am.”

Tonbokiri leans carefully up to place his mouth on Sengo’s.  Sengo freezes, one hand still on Tonbokiri’s shoulder, and the other helplessly pressed against his heart.  They are still so new at this, and Tonbokiri’s face turns as red as his hair and Sengo starts in surprise almost every time they’ve tried, between failed attempts where they bump noses and turn away, too flushed, before they’ve even gotten close enough.

They part reluctantly, but still so close.  Tonbokiri can taste tears on his lips, and he leans his forehead forward against Sengo’s.  Sengo’s lips are still parted, upturned.

“Sometimes …"  He frowns at himself, for breaking the silence–the ease.  For doing it so clumsily, instead of sharply and neatly like the spear he is should be able to do.  "Sometimes, it feels as if you aren’t.”

“As if I’m not …?”

“Happy.”

“Sometimes it feels as if you aren’t, either.”

“There is nothing to be concerned about."  But, at Sengo’s deadpan stare, he admits, "I … am.  More often than not.  Being here has helped.”

“That’s not fair, then; you’ve been here longer than I have,” Sengo accuses, biting his tongue playfully at Tonbokiri.  “Perhaps even this demon sword could learn to live a happy life if it stays here long enough.”

“Demon sword?” asks Tonbokiri with a laugh.  “I don’t think I know of that stranger.  I don’t think such a thing lives here, even.  The last person to come live with us was, hm, definitely a man, not a demon.  One of the kindest and gentlest I’ve ever met.”

“‘Kind and gentle’?  Are you certain that you and I are thinking of the same thing?”

“Well, I have met, and talked to, and experienced, and … loved Sengo Muramasa.  And I think that both he and I know who he is far better than any of those strangers who spread rumours of demons.  Even better than those voices who live in his head and try to convince him those lies are true.”

“'Loved,’” repeats Sengo quietly, in a strange, hoarse voice.

“Yes.  I haven’t much experience with it, but I think that’s it.”

“One shouldn’t tease, you know,” Sengo rushes to say, “or play jokes.  Not on this demon who is just learning to become a man.  That would be cruel even to a Muramasa.”

“I would never.  Isn’t it you who says I don’t understand humour very well?”

“And so what you say …”

“… I am always honest with you, Muramasa.”

Sengo laughs, a happy outburst.  There are still tears on his face.  Tonbokiri kisses him again, before he can think better of it.  Sengo’s hands cup his cheeks, and Tonbokiri wonders if he can feel his grin.

They are still so close, chest-to-chest, that when they pull away, Sengo murmurs again, “Your heart … it’s still so fast.”

“I told you; so long as I can see you, my heart races.”

“Then it would be best for me to turn off the light, or you’ll never get back to sleep.”

“That’s alright,” says Tonbokiri.  He looks to the window.  It’s still so dark outside.  But the shadows are hardly daunting when it is so bright in here with both of them.  “I think it would be okay for us to stay up just a little longer.”