#listen im invested in this fic

[whorbidmore]

hey!! this isn't the full fanfic im planning on releasing, but more of a little tester to how easily writing comes to me if that makes sense? i wrote this all in one sitting with zero proof reading so, if there's parts that make no sense/etc., that's why. it started off as another little blurb but then i got a little carried away :3

i wrote this with a pre-top trans masculine reader insert in mind, but kept descriptions relatively neutral since this is more of a focus of a pre-established relationship through the emotional lens of Leon. how he views his partner, what he does to comfort them, etc. though i do attempt to illustrate how oppressive gender dysphoria can be at points. of course not all trans people experience dysphoria, and especially not to the degree I've written, and this should be in no way used as a cover-all essay on trans masculine identity. though im drawing from the experience of some of my most dysphoric thoughts.

also i accidentally posted this a day early so, just know this piece of crap was finished 10/04/24 (today, as of official posting)

Leon Kennedy × Trans Masculine!Reader

content warnings: discussions of gender dysphoria, internalized transmisogyny experienced through an implied trans masculine lens, hurt/comfort (?), fluff, smut, Leon being a sweetheart, not proof read or edited, im actually just shitting this out to satiate the need to write. 18+ content, minors/ageless blogs/TERF/RADFEM's dni.

leon would always be there for his partner when they're feeling dysphoric. he's not the most experienced wordsmith when it comes to assuring them in this way, but reassurance through action can be just as comforting.

on those days where simply telling his partner that he sees them as the person they are, — that behind their body, there's no doubt in his mind that his partner is who they say, and who they feel they are, — isn't enough, he offers solace through action. most often, that means scooping his partner into his arms and holding them, letting them burrow against him, seeking the warmth of his presence away from the harsh glare of gender dysphoria. other times, leon takes matters into his own hands.

times where the level of their dysphoria is all encompassing, looming over them with an oppressive shadowy aura of visceral discomfort, extending beyond their minds view of their body. when dysphoria halts them from completing daily tasks they'd otherwise had no problem in doing. the odd occasion where, if the issue were to be personified, it'd take the form of a sexist, bitter and bigoted old man, waving his cane over their head and grumbling about how 'real men don't do these things' or 'if you were a real man, you wouldn't do this', 'act like this', 'think like this', be like this. eyes darkened and expression hollow, a loose, dissociated grip of the kitchen brush as dysphoria pecks away at their brain like a woodpecker of internalized transmisogyny, Leon steps up to help.

snaking his arms around his partners waist, a tender kiss against their temple as he loosely guides their hands with his own as he washes the dishes. his partner never doubted his own masculinity throughout their relationship, he knows that won't change watching him do the archaically 'female job' of washing dishes.

a display of emphasis, quietly reminding his partner that it's not the actions that make the man. it's the connection between yourself and the identifier of the title. showing that no amount of dish soap, pink button up shirts or anything frilly, prissy or societally deemed 'girly thing's would take away the man Leon knows he is.

Or the person he knows his partner is.

those small, wordless conformations to ground his partners mind back to the reality of those dysphoric thoughts, being just that. thoughts. thoughts that have no place in the world around them. thoughts of a far outdated view of what is manly and what isn't. outdated views that barely apply to cisgender men, let alone people like his partner.

other times leon let's his actions speak the comfort his words try to convey, is when he takes the time to appreciate his partners body.

it's well acknowledged that leon isn't simply the type to be in love, but more openly infatuated with his partner, especially behind closed doors. he wakes up early every morning just to admire his partners sleeping face, the beat of his heart harmonizing a rhythm of raw affection, even as his partner snores with an open, drooling mouth. their face is nothing less than the image of perfection in his mind. every lash on their eyes and healing acne scar, only captivate him further into the safety of their presence. as he does for them. not only does leon worship who his partner is as a human being, he would never withhold himself from worshipping the alter of their form. mind, body and spirit, in leons mind his partner deserves to be worshiped. and when it gets in their head that their mind and soul had been sent down to the incorrect vessel; — a mix up in their otherworldly journey, — how could he ever ignore that?

barely a second thought in his mind, leon would be laying kiss upon heated kiss to his partners lips, fingers tilting their chin to meet him at just the right angle. always beginning so tenderly, words whispered breathlessly as he showers them in praise. voice low against their lips, occasional mumbles of, "...So good...", "...God, you're amazing...", tied together with the prayer of their name, profanities hissed between Leon's teeth.

he tries his best to selfless, especially with his partner, but when he could be sent away from them for weeks at a time, how could he refuse to indulge.

his hands roam along every inch of his partners body, memorizing every dip, curve, swell and crevice. a man who craves every detail of their being. hands so familiar with weaponry and gore, now splayed across the dip in his partners waist, their bodies pressed close together, huffs of adoration caressing the skin of their neck as the muscles in their stomach tense.

it doesn't matter size or shape of his partners chest, whether untouched by the surgical precision of the scalpel or flattened, molded to the shape of their very essence, scars like the thorns of a rose. his rose; bold and beautiful, standing tall and proud against the shroud of spikes and vines that caged them in others perceptions. it doesn't matter the presentation of the flesh when attached to the person he'd give his life for. just as much a man when building Ikea furniture, as they are sitting on the couch in a blanket.

as manly as ever dripping with perspiration returning home from a walk, as they are with Leon's face between their legs. tongue savoring the taste as he tunes into every little motion and noise being offered from his partners lips, a deep chuckle bubbling in his throat at their response to his own lips wrapping around their sensitive clit. god, he could stay like this for the rest of his life. fingers in his hair as he feasts on the love of his partners body, groaning in pleasure with every pulse of their pussy beckoning his tongue further.

keying in to every signal, he only loses himself further the closed his partner is to orgasm, to invested in the task at hand to give a shit about his aching jaw. mumbling the tiniest phrases of affirmation as he hoists their thighs over his shoulder, so carried away their body ends up folded against itself atop their mattress. telling them how fucking gorgeous they are, especially with their face all scrunched up, breaths laboured as they cry out in ecstasy.

resting his head against their inner thigh, hand stroking the dull ache in his jaw, he'd stay in that same spot until his partner catches their breath, nothing short of admiration in his gaze as he stares past the mess he'd made of them.

[stranded-in-the-gobi-desert]

me? liking the main pairing of a MXTX novel? it’s more likely than you think

[dashiellqvverty]

always think its funny when people are into a particular rpf ship but get antagonistic/hostile/morally superior towards other rpf ships like girl we are all in the same house here

[martyrbat]

👍👍

[justyourtypicalwriter]

HEYYYY SAW THE EMOJI WRITER THING!! 🙌💪😁

AHHH YIPPEE!!!

🙌-What’s a line or paragraph of yours that you’re proud of?:

So my dumbass procrastinates and spends way to long editing so these haven’t been released yet but I do have an extra one-shot for a story I’m working on. It’s a dark Cryle fic and I absolutely adore this little K2 interaction:

Kyle allowed Kenny to run the brush through his unruly curls, the other man humming as he worked. Something about his touch was addictive to Kyle. It was soft and comforting. And though he would never admit it to the other, Kyle craved it. “God dude do you ever brush your hair?” Kenny asked while laughing. “I do! I don’t know why it gets so knotty so easily.” Kyle protested. “That’s wild man!” Kenny exclaimed, setting the hairbrush back down.

“But I’m finished so go enjoy your dinner party rich boy.” The blond teased, playfully patting Kyle’s shoulder. That earned an eye roll and smile from the young man. “Thanks Ken, what would I do without you?” He asked. Once again Kenny shrugged and snickered. “I dunno. Die or something. Now shoo, you’re gonna be late!” He said, lightly pushing Kyle out of the room.  💪-What motivates you to write?:

The top thing is definitely music! I have so many playlists for different aus/wips of mine. Actually as I answer this I’m listening to the playlist I made last night for my new wip.

😁-What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?:

I’d definitely have to say either story comments or Tumblr asks. I just love talking about my stories with other people and like I’ve mentioned before, my irl friends are sick of my bullshit lmao. It’s also really funny to see people reactions to the plot or what they think of different headcannons I’ve slipped in.

[ccelicaa]

Parallels.

Taking a step back from the goofy silly arts and getting a little serious for this one.... this is promo art for their story I've been working on!!!

It's an idea of what I'm planning, and I'm hoping to write their story for a fic! So I wanted to ask if you guys would be interested in reading it?😳😳

I didn't think I'd be getting this invested LOL but I'm hoping to draw scenes out of the fic too if they're that good🤷guess we'll have to see. lol anyway

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS I posted the wip of this on twitt a while ago, and it's probably been my fav piece for them 😭😭at least in terms of the process because I was listening to so much music related to them....and it got me in my feels for them...... (if you guys wanna hear the playlist I made for them I would gladly share....) (ALSO MAKE A PLAYLIST FOR YOUR OCS / SHIPS GUYS ITS SO GOOD) ANYWAY HOPE Y'ALL LIKE!!

EDIT: IM PUTTING THE LINK TO THE PLAYLIST HERE you guys should send me links to urs too 😍 lmk what you guys think!!

Here: SebSol Playlist

[n1ght0f-nyx]

mha boys with their quirkless au! jobs- Headcanons

i got bored and im procrastinating actual fics so here this is ig!! characters- izuku midoryria, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kamanari, ejirio Kirishima, fumikage tokoyami, koji koda, mezo shoji, tamaki amajiki, hanta sero, tenya iida

Izuku Midoriya - Detective or Analyst

Majorly detail-oriented, he over-prepares and strategizes with backup plans for his backup plans.

Known for highly detailed reports; they’re both impressive and a tad overwhelming.

Can get totally absorbed in research, like spending entire days analyzing social media for clues.

Frequently says, "The clues were there—you just had to look," as if narrating a detective show.

Runs on coffee and protein bars, completely invested in his cases.

His desk looks chaotic with notes and photos scattered everywhere, but he knows exactly where everything is.

Becomes the “did you know?” person at social gatherings, sharing obscure trivia.

His obsessive streak makes him revisit case files repeatedly.

Gets overly excited about new gadgets, especially anything with a “zoom and enhance” function.

Katsuki Bakugo - Personal Trainer or Chef

Commands with intensity, whether grilling someone in the gym or grilling steaks in the kitchen.

In the gym, he pushes clients to their limits, which they both dread and love him for.

He’s as knowledgeable about nutrition as he is about weightlifting—skip his advice at your peril.

Takes skipping leg day personally, calling it "a disgrace to all athletes."

Wins every cook-off but hates it when people compliment his food; he’s all business in the kitchen.

Runs his kitchen like boot camp—there’s no messing around under his watch.

Works out even on his days off; he’s fueled by the grind.

Secretly rolls his eyes at fitness influencers but will do a protein shake tutorial for cash.

Yells, “Do you want to stay weak?!” if he catches anyone cheating reps.

“Self-care” to him is just a mental strength exercise; you toughen up or move out.

Shoto Todoroki - Lawyer or Therapist

Reserved and perceptive, he’d be a formidable lawyer, calm and unshakable in court.

Not overly enthusiastic about his work, but he knows he’s great at it.

While people think he’s distant, he’s actually very empathetic and insightful.

Straightforward yet gentle, his clients appreciate his no-nonsense therapeutic approach.

As a lawyer, he’d specialize in taking down the unjust, handling high-stakes cases with ease.

Owns a vast collection of ties, barely noticing the variety himself but others sure do.

Prefers listening, making his quiet presence seem mysterious.

Treats himself to something small after big victories, like a quiet solo ice cream celebration.

Misses jokes occasionally, but people find his delayed reactions endearing.

Known for offering thoughtful advice, especially to those questioning life choices.

Denki Kaminari - DJ or Social Media Influencer

Natural at hyping up a crowd, making DJing feel effortless.

All about good vibes, even if it means playing crowd-pleasers more than deep cuts.

Boasts a huge social media following, constantly interacting with fans.

Always a few days behind trends but plays it off like he’s an innovator.

Gets sidetracked on live streams, responding to comments like he’s hanging out with friends.

Calls his fans “Denki-squad” and treats them like his close pals.

Buys flashy gadgets that he half-understands how to use, just for the aesthetic.

Always “goes live” if anything remotely exciting is happening around him.

Knows every meme song, dropping them like he's got an internal playlist.

Excessive with hashtags, yet somehow it works for his brand.

Eijiro Kirishima - Firefighter or Construction Worker

First in line to respond to an emergency, he’d run into a burning building without hesitation.

Embodies responsibility, always ready to go above and beyond.

Dedicates free time to community projects like building playgrounds.

Known for drinking multiple protein shakes daily to keep up his strength.

Takes pride in being reliable, volunteering for extra shifts to support the team.

Appears in firefighter calendars, where his popularity skyrockets.

Has a small following of neighborhood kids who adore him.

Constantly cracks dad jokes, his hearty laugh always filling the room.

Gets good-natured ribbing from his friends, but his solid character makes it easy to take.

Saves lives like it’s just another day, then heads to the gym for an after-work workout.

Fumikage Tokoyami - Poet or Author

Writes in dim, cozy coffee shops with dark, atmospheric vibes.

Known for abstract poetry that sometimes only he fully grasps.

When he’s not writing, he’s buried in gothic literature.

Runs a mysterious blog where he posts poems and eerie stories.

Takes his coffee black, no sugar—anything else would compromise the flavor.

Friends think he’s enigmatic, though he’s simply introverted.

Dresses like every day is a moody poetry reading, favoring dark attire and unique accessories.

Quietly garners a following for his “haunting” works but never tells a soul.

Rarely performs live, but when he does, he’s met with enthusiastic finger-snaps.

Keeps a journal that’s practically sacred—he won’t let anyone read it.

Koji Koda - Park Ranger or Vet Tech

Gentle with every creature, treating each animal encounter like a treasured interaction.

Knows endless animal facts, stopping hikes to point out specific birds and plants.

Considers the forest a second home and refers to animals by names he’s given them.

Animals instinctively trust him; he’s practically an animal whisperer.

Loves natural remedies and can talk about herbs like they’re magic.

Has a way of convincing people to adopt pets because they’re just “so cute.”

Blushes when praised for his kindness; it’s just who he is.

Popular with kids who love his animal knowledge and gentle nature.

Known for leading long, informative nature walks, always taking his time.

Prefers animals over people most days and has countless photos of rescued animals.

Mezo Shoji - Wilderness Survival Guide or Youth Counselor

The “quiet giant” on outdoor trips, guiding with a protective watch over everyone.

Preps gear meticulously, never forgetting a single item.

Has a knack for discovering secluded, scenic camping spots.

Amazing with kids, his steady nature makes him a beloved camp counselor.

Has a calm, reassuring vibe that draws people in effortlessly.

Knows endless survival skills; always has a tip or trick in his back pocket.

Enjoys nighttime hikes, talking about constellations in a thoughtful, poetic way.

Treats each trip like an important bonding experience, bringing the group together.

Carries spare marshmallows because he knows someone always forgets.

Compassionate and patient, especially with less outdoorsy folks, quietly setting them at ease.

Tamaki Amajiki - Marine Biologist or Florist

Thrives quietly in his element, tending to ocean life or delicate blooms.

Committed to preserving marine habitats, he’s passionate but too shy to boast.

His deep knowledge surprises people when he speaks up, making an impact.

Friends are amazed by his niche knowledge—he could ramble about coral reefs for hours.

His floral arrangements are carefully crafted, almost reverent in their precision.

Quietly determined to protect the environment, joining cleanups or advocacy events.

Adds hidden messages to flower arrangements, though few notice the subtle artistry.

In marine biology, he’s published numerous papers on sea creatures, always under the radar.

Works with kids effortlessly, they love his gentle explanations.

Finds joy in rare plants or marine life, though he blushes if anyone mentions it.

Hanta Sero - Event Planner or Stunt Coordinator

Organized to the last detail, he keeps his events running like clockwork.

Can handle last-minute emergencies with a calm, “I got this” approach.

In the stunt world, he’s dedicated to safety, while making things fun and exciting.

Adrenaline junkie, he loves ziplining, bungee jumping, and anything that feels risky.

He’s a great listener, always taking others’ ideas to make events inclusive.

Stays cool under pressure, adapting quickly to whatever comes his way.

Good at making tiny changes on the fly, never losing sight of the big picture.

Finds the best deals for supplies, he’s got a knack for party logistics.

Ensures killer sound systems, knowing good music elevates any event.

Somehow pulls off a laid-back vibe even while he’s juggling a million tasks.

Tenya Iida - Professor or Physical Trainer

The professor who hands out a 20-page syllabus but genuinely believes it’s necessary.

Known for his strict yet fair approach, he challenges students but offers support.

Obsessive about lesson plans, updating them constantly for “maximum efficiency.”

In the gym, he’s relentless about proper form and discipline.

Can’t handle slacking, probably shuts the door precisely five minutes after class starts.

Students tease him, but they secretly appreciate his rigor and dedication.

Motivated by improvement, he’s always seeking ways to upgrade his methods.

Hyped to offer inspirational speeches that are almost intimidating in their passion.

Puts extra time into student support; he’s the go-to for anyone serious about self-betterment.

[yan-lorkai]

Hello can i request yandere alucard from Hellsing with a darling that is turkic/comes from turkey? Since alucard has bad pasts with the ottomen and i am kind of curious on how he will react when he finds out or hears his darling speaking turkic with a family/friend? would some words kind of trigger him? (I am kind of curios and im totally not requesting it because im from turkey/j 😗)

Please take you're time and remember to take of yourself ^_^

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: darling, be prepared to read the best fic of your life /j. No but really, I loved that request, it got my creativity juice flowing like a waterfall. This and my bestie is turkish, so I could pester him to tell me all sorts of things about Turkey :D

He adores his darling, of course — his obsession runs deeper than any grudge or lingering pain from his past. But when he first hears the familiar rhythm of Turkic words slipping from their lips, something in him stills.

He doesn’t say anything at first, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as the sound of the language washes over him. Memories he thought buried claw their way to the surface: bloodied battlefields, a life of humiliation under the Ottomans, and the echo of commands in a language not unlike the one you now speak so casually. It’s a language he’s long associated with chains, suffering, and vengeance, and hearing it from you — you, his precious darling — sends a jolt through him.

Alucard doesn’t lash out. He’s far too composed for that, far too invested in you to let his rage take over. Instead, he watches. His grin remains in place, sharp and predatory, but his silence stretches uncomfortably long. You notice his change in demeanor, the way his usual dark humor seems to vanish, replaced by an intensity that makes the air feel heavier.

When he finally speaks, his voice is soft but carries an edge. "Where did you learn that tongue, darling?" he asks, his crimson gaze locking onto yours. There’s no anger in his tone, only curiosity laced with something darker, something unspoken.

If you explain your heritage or your connection to the language, Alucard’s reaction is subtle but telling. His grin widens, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Ah, how fascinating," he drawls, leaning closer as if to study you. "The irony of fate, wouldn’t you agree? That someone like you would capture someone like me."

Though he continues to smile, there’s an unshakable tension in his presence whenever you speak Turkic. Certain words, the ones that remind him of commands he once obeyed or insults hurled at him, seem to trigger flickers of old rage. But he never directs that anger at you. Instead, it manifests in possessiveness, as if to prove to himself that you belong to him, not to the past that still haunts him.

If he ever hears you speaking Turkic with family or friends, his reaction is unpredictable. He might stand silently in the background, his grin unnervingly sharp, listening to every word. Later, he’ll question you, not out of distrust, but out of a need to reclaim control. "What were you discussing, my love? Should I be concerned? You wouldn’t keep secrets from me, would you?"

Over time, his obsession takes on a new layer. He starts speaking that language — not because he wants to, but because he refuses to let any part of you be a mystery to him. His accent sharp and deliberate, his words carrying a weight that makes your chest tighten. "I wonder," he says one day, his voice low and dangerous, "if they spoke to you in this tongue the way they once spoke to me. Tell me, darling, how does it feel to hear it from my lips instead?"

Though the language stirs his deepest wounds, his love for you twists that pain into something much more possessive and obsessive. You become his anchor, his way of reclaiming a part of himself he thought lost to the past. But make no mistake — he’ll never let you forget just how tightly his grip on you has become.

"You’re mine," he whispers one night, his crimson eyes burning as his lips brush against your ear. "Even if the ghosts of my past linger in your words, you’ll never escape me. Not now. Not ever."

[mxqdii]

hii! i was wondering if you goul do chris x autistic reader? if thats ok with you ofc!!

headcannons - c.s x autistic reader

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: headcannons

a/n: hii guys, so ive been getting a lottt of reqs for matt & chris x autistic reader, and ive obviously decided to do them, but please know that i am not autistic, so im very very sorry if i get some stuff wrong, i did do research prior but again everyone is different. it is not my intention to make anybody uncomfortable with these fics, only to answer reqs sent by my readers. my dms are open if anyone needs to talk!

warning(s): mental health mentions

not proofread

it started with a joke, or what chris thought as a joke

you'd say something silly, joking about the matter, and at first chris would be confused, so he'd ask you about it

the whole time you guys would be having this talk his hand would be in yours, his thumb rubbing your hand as he listens intently

and as uncomfortable as it is, you have no choice but to be honest, praying he doesnt look at you differently

and guess what!! he doesnt (we love him fr)

Immediately researchs and asks you if theres anything he can do to help you in any way

and even though you were honest in that talk, theres only so much you can say

as time goes on, chris learns more and more. more about autism and what its like for you, not just in general

he picks up on your habits and helps however he can, whether thats getting you to stop picking at your nails or doing something a little too impulsive

if you have any unusal eating problems, whether its eating too much or too little, he's there every step of the way to help.

if he notices you eating less, hed take you out on a picnic or to dinner

sleep issues too! one time you mentioned you liked the smell of his colonge, so he started wearing it to sleep

whenever you cant sleep, he wraps you in his arms and plays with your hair.

that and his scent put you to sleep immediately

if it doesnt though, hes always happy to put on a movie or music, (or any other sounds like rain or waves!)

he notices your phases of specific intrests and eventually finds out about hyperfixating

while he does stuff like shop, cook, work, he likes to listen to you ramble on about your newest hyperfixation and even thinks whatever you're talking about is cool

if its a book, he would REFUSE to read it i swear, buuuut, he would definitely look up the whole plot so he atleast knew what you were talking about

if it was a show movie or music, he would watch or listen to it and honestly, he'd probably get into it (even if its something like greys anatomy, kid would be invested)

anyways, we love chris!!

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @gottamakemyhatersmad @luvsturniolo

[hockeyboistrash]

the plan | s.j

here's another jarvy fic the idea i had was too cute not to use for seth. could be seen as a continuation as my previous fic but also could be read alone. im also making up names for the partners in the fic

summary: no matter how much you plan, something will go wrong. seth finds that out when he proposes to you, well tries to.

Ever since Seb's wedding Seth knew he wanted that with you. He wanted to watch you walk down the aisle, to dance with you, to spend the rest of his life with you. You were it for him which is why, on a roadie in the middle of November, Seth went to the jewelers to buy a ring.

It didn't take long for his teammates to find out. All it took was a poorly hidden box and a curious roommate for everyone to be privy to Seth’s plan. They were invested in the proposal, thinking the two of you were made for each other, and wanted to make it perfect so they decided to help Seth, whether he wanted their help or not. They would give ideas while they changed, on the ice during practice, even texting him at random times. Seth tried to play it off as nothing but one thing you’ve learned over the years is that your boyfriend was terrible at keeping secrets.

You were at brunch with some of the girls but your mind kept wandering. Seth was acting stranger than usual this morning, practically pushing you out of the door to go and hang out with the girls.

"Earth to Y/N." Elsie said, breaking you out of your thought spiral. Everyone was looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer to a question you didn’t even hear. "Whats going on?"

You bit your lip, contemplating if you should reveal your inner turmoil or keep it to yourself. "It’s stupid." You tried to dismiss it but Elsie quirked her eyebrow, not taking that as an answer. "I think Seth is hiding something. He’s been acting strange lately." While you were admitting what’s been plaguing your mind, you missed the glances the girls made to each other, knowing your boyfriend’s plan. A perfect proposal wasn’t going to happen without your friends knowing. "I can’t help but think he’s going to break up with me." You said, your voice small as your greatest fear was let out into the world.

"You’re right, that is stupid. Seth is in love with you." Elsie assured you. "He never shuts up about you, constantly talking about you to whoever listens. He’s not going to break up with you. I can promise you that."

You were about to reply when a member of the Canes team was at the counter picking up an order. "I thought the guys had practice." You rushed out, any reassurance quickly disappearing.

"Where are you going?" Elsie asked, panicking that it wasn’t going according to plan.

"To the rink." You told her grabbing your bag and leaving the restaurant, the girls following you. They knew there was no way to stop you so all they could do was send a text and hope the guys did their part.

Meanwhile at the rink Seth was panicking. He dropped the ring and now he can’t find it. "What do you mean you lost the ring?" Sebastian asked, watching on as his teammate ran his hand through his hand, something Seth did when he was nervous.

"I don’t know. It was in my pocket and now it isn’t." Seth exclaimed. It wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular, he was just frustrated that nothing was going right.

"You didn’t have it in the box?" Andrei asked with a slight laugh, earning a glare from Seth. Looking back, Seth probably should’ve kept it in its original box but he was worried that you’d see it straight away. That didn’t matter now.

"It’s gotta be around here somewhere, we'll find it." Sebastian tried assuring him. Seth looked at the ice and groaned, knowing if it fell out while he was on there it’d be like finding a needle in a haystack. They didn’t even have a chance to start looking before your voice echoed down the hallway along with the girls closely following you behind.

"Seth!" You shouted. Your boyfriend glanced at his teammates, eyes full of panic. All they could do was shrug not knowing what was happening, clearly having not received the text their girlfriends tried to send.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Seth asked, trying to come across that nothing is happening.

"Please just tell me the truth. Are you breaking up with me?" Your eyes brimmed with tears. You wanted to stay strong but you’d be lying if you said the thought of not being with Seth anymore broke your heart.

This was the last thing Seth wanted to hear. He was so in his head about the whole thing that he forgot the most important part, you. He hated that he made you feel like this. "Y/N, I am so sorry I made you feel this way." Seth said, cupping your cheeks to wipe away the silent tears that fell. "I don’t wanna break up with you. Quite the opposite actually. I just- I wanted everything to be perfect, to give you everything you deserve but I messed up. I neglected you, the restaurant was closed due to a birthday, and I lost the ring."

"Seth what are you talking about?" You asked interrupting his rambling. You weren’t sure if you heard correctly but you thought you heard 'ring'.

"I want to marry you, Y/N." Seth told you, looking up and smiling. His smile was one of your favourite things in the world. "I was going to propose, planned it all out."

"Oh Seth, I love you but I don’t need some fancy plan." You said, your smile matching his. "I would be happy with us in our pyjamas on a Sunday morning making pancakes because I would still get to marry my best friend, to spend the rest of my life with you. So yes, Seth Jarvis, I will marry you." Seth kissed you, his hands resting on your waist as yours snake around his neck.

[juyeonszn]

I CAN’T LOSE WHEN I’M WITH YOU

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 603

GENRES itty bitty angst? ﹒fluff ig? ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, kevin is having an existential crisis, established relationship, kinda? cnc?, somnophilia, cockwarming, tbh that’s all 😭 this is a shortie but she’s kinda cute too ig

SUMMARY even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.

MORE this one is a double whammy besties 🤓 along with being kevin’s fic for fawntober, she is also a long awaited request from my 100 follower event for @confuchan !! im sorry this took so long 😭 i hope it meets ur expectations!! if u enjoyed, pls don’t forget to reblog! prompts used are: 8, 19

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

Laying here, staring up at the ceiling like it was more interesting than any news story on TV, Kevin felt like he was at a standstill.

It was like the world came to a spinning halt, and the only thing he could focus on was the low hum of the fan in the corner of the room along with his own breathing. But then you stirred beside him and pulled away his concentration as if it were second nature to you.

Now all he could do was listen to your evened breaths, watching your shoulder rise and fall as you slept. You looked so peaceful, soft snores filling his ears as he leaned in to wrap his arms around you. You felt so warm in his embrace, your skin against his tucking away all the worries that had been stuffed inside of his head. Everything just came so easily with you.

It was amazing how you didn’t even have to do anything, just your presence was sufficient to calm the storms raging in his brain. Your brows were slightly furrowed, like you were invested in the dream you were having. He can’t help the small smile that works its way onto his lips.

You mumble something in your sleep, alarming Kevin for a moment before he caresses your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I just want to hold you close.”

Maybe holding you close was a bad idea though, what with the way you kept moving. Each squirm brushed up against him, turning him even more restless than he was before. He pushes your hips into the mattress to still you, holding in the choked groan threatening to free itself from the back of his throat.

Despite all the uncertainties that plagued Kevin’s mind moments ago, one thing was for sure. You were wearing way too many clothes for what he had in mind. The thought of your wet heat alone was enough to bring a sense of peace within him. Perhaps that was all he needed to finally fall into a blissful slumber; just the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in.

His fingers sneak down to the bottom hem of your panties, grateful that you were pantsless and your legs were somewhat spread already. He pushes aside your underwear, slipping himself out of his own. Kevin sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder to quell the inkling of shame burrowing through his chest as his cock slides into your cunt without hesitation.

Fuck, it was like your pussy was made for him. It was as if you were created solely for the purpose of Kevin’s dick burying itself deep inside of you. His eyes flutter shut, finger creeping under your t-shirt to rest his hand on your stomach. He twitches in you when you whimper in your sleep, scooting yourself against him. His broad chest was sandwiched to your back, the two of you as close as physically possible.

This was perfect. He didn’t even have to move, didn’t even have the desire to finish either. All he wanted was to stay like this, his cock snug between the walls of your cunt. In fact, it’s enough to lull himself to sleep, effectively resetting any and every existential crises running through his head.

That was the thing about you. You were always the one constant in Kevin’s life. You could turn a bad day into a good one in a matter of minutes. Even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[bibibudin]

This Sick Affection~

Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

Heyo~ the crowd has spoken and ya Filthies~ wanted first person pov. So I decided to mix this one up. I think I might make this a series... maybe we shall see. I guess it depends on what the crowd wants! Please let me know what you beautiful Filthies~ think!

Just a little Drabble in Brahms perspective~

Warnings: Mentions of killing/hurting, obsession, strong desire. (If I missed anything let me know)

Brahms POV~

I felt the strong need to have my hands on her, the way it would feel to squeeze her flesh tight. Not wanting to let go as if she would disappear from my sight. That’s what I was afraid of after all. The fear of losing her was something I didn’t dare to imagine, yet I did. Day in and day out. It cursed my brain every time I cast my eyes over her lovely form. I needed her from the moment I saw her and the moment I was able to have her it was even worse. 

If kryptonite was Superman’s weakness then she was mine. She was the flint to my steel that I needed to spark the well needed flame in my life. I was completely and utterly obsessed. Obsessed with the way she carried herself around the house, taking care of that stupid doll that should’ve been me all along. Im so glad she accepts the true me now. I’m obsessed with the sway of her hips and the hums that fall from her lips as she dances around the kitchen, cooking for me while she plays her favorite tunes. I’ve come to know some of the music she plays, I listened carefully to every single word. I wanted to know what she liked the most, although I hoped it was me who she liked best. 

I was obsessed with the way she read to me, how she would become one with the book. She got so invested in conveying the story, keeping me completely immersed in whatever she says. The one thing that had me on a hook for her the most, like a fish latching onto a Fishermans bait was her kiss. Her sweet soft kisses she would plant on my porcelain skin every night. It was bliss, it filled me with such passion. Such drive to ask for more but I didn’t. I was afraid that if I wanted too much I’d push her away. She told me that wasn’t possible, I really tried to believe her but it was hard.

Yet every time she kissed me I would forget the worries that consistently racked my brain. The soft wings of a butterfly blowing away all worries that clouded my thoughts. She was that butterfly, the beautiful image upon her wings blessing anything and anyone who is lucky enough to see it. I desired her so much. More than anything on this planet. I’d hurt whoever even thought bad about her. I’d kill for her. Whatever she asked me to do, I would do it without hesitation. 

If only she knew how desperate I was for her affection. How desperate I was for her. Would it scare her away? Or would she crave my sick affection, wanting more than what I let on?  

Thank you all for reading! if you liked this one you should check out my other Brahms fic here. As always if you enjoyed it please let me know in the comments or by reblogging. I love reading peoples tags it brings me life. Want more?? lmk!! Thank you Filthies~

[separatist-apologist]

The opening ceremony has turned me back into my Olympic sports critic era, only seen every four years when i pretend to know what im talking about. So. Who's the most likely to get super into the olympics (assuming they are not in the Olympics) and what sport (s)

A LIST???? WAR IS OVER. Also I know next to nothing about the Olympics and will never know anything more unless @unhealthyfanobsession writes a new fic (I didn't even know fencing was a sport)

As a reminder: if you disagree with me I don't need to know about it and also I have the only correct opinion in the fandom so I will be taking no feedback thanks

Starting with least likely to most likely (source is my beautiful mind):

Amren: The WHAT?

Eris Vanserra: Could not care even a little- refuses to pretend. Annoyed every time he steps into a bar all televisions are playing gymnastics.

Elain: Doesn't like all the arguing."everyone is a winner!" attitude that has people asking her to leave the room at tense moments. Cannot, for the life of her, see what the big deal is getting worked up over sporting events.

Mor: Willing to listen to who is winning what, and a staple at every Olympic themed party, but has no interest or opinion in anything going on.

Nesta: Low-key judging how invested people are, but also mesmerized by the high dive (i know this in my heart). Claims she's not interested, but always standing behind sofa will the events are on like your dad who swears he hates reality TV. "Who is winning again?" "What are the rules?" Cassian is silently screaming

Feyre: Interested in archery, obvs- totally could have gone pro were it not for that wrist injury all those years ago. Knows EVERYTHING about it, backseat coaching. Not interested in any other sport

Emerie: In it for the memes, specifically. Turns out several very viral, very hilarious ones came from her side blog. She knows just enough to make a timely joke, and likes the racing events because they end quickly

Lucien: The athleticism is just interesting, okay???? He's not even that invested but he's been sitting in the bar for 30 minutes while his drink gets cold watching two dudes fencing, he's never been more enraptured in his life

Rhys: Very invested in a handful of activities, wishes it was Winter Olympics, though- thats where the REAL skill is. Okay grandpa why don't we get you to bed now

Gwyn: Passionate about the whole thing, but is unwilling to fight about it. It's just fun to watch her country dominate in every event. Passes around Olympic memes, is the only one who knows Emerie is behind it- she'd know that sense of humor ANYWHERE

Azriel: Knows SO MUCH about EVERY event HOW?? WHY?? Will drop facts at random, silencing every argument. Why does he know so much about the new kayaking sport? Find out only later he could have gone pro FOR REAL, chose not to. Will fight if his team loses

Cassian: USA!! USA!!! USAAAAAAA LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

FINALLY FREE FROM POST LIMIT JAIL.

im joining in the sapfest. I have never been invested with a fandom the way ive been invested in qsmp, and that is 100% the fault of the people here on tumblr. yall are SO fucking nice. livebloggers and translators and fanartists and ficwriters and analysts and people who pop in just to go ??????!?! and the archivists- oh my god, archivists, i love you so much. im a classic lurker. several of yall have probably seen me buzzing through the tag reblogging shit. thats just what i do. but this fandom is like... the first one i’ve actively posted in. everything else ill make a few fics, few arts- but qsmpblr is like a little town im willing to wave at my neighbours in. every time we have some discourse we get a wave of people reminding everyone that its all chill here. today, for example, we had a little hiccup over the jaiden v cellbit thing, but everyone (i saw) stayed so fucking civil and now it’s basically all breezed over and our new trend is being tagsappy. whenever there’s a cultural misstep there’s always someone kindly explaining what’s wrong and everyone fumbles to listen. we keep each other up to date on all the good Lore Bits and why xyz character is acting Like That and juicy backstory details that enriches it all and it just :} hiya neighbours im glad to be psychic beam attacked by blorbos with yall

[swordsmans]

hello, sorry to bother! I'm not sure how to start this, but I just wanted to say that I have thought abt Freight for /years/. I happened to stumble on my subscription to it from literally 10 years ago and figured I'd check your profile to see if you're still writing! and I was so pleasantly surprised to find you still kickin' and creating :') I remember finding Freight when it was still on chapter 2 and how closely I followed your updates. it was the first fic I can remember ever becoming invested in- like... I used to sit in bed at night and think about your au and all the parts in it! those versions of the characters- /your/ versions- were so near and dear to my heart as a young teen, and even 10 years later, I still think about your fic all the time.

I guess I just wanted to take the time to say that you have made a lasting impression on someone. the stuff you create matters. YOU matter. this story will forever be a part of me, I'm sure of it, and I am so grateful to have those fond memories of your story!! I still think about it all the time, and before tonight, I've always wondered if you continued writing and sharing your talent with the world. I'm genuinely relieved to see that you're still in this world, my friend :] and that you never stopped creating.

I wish nothing but the best for you- All the good fortune, happiness, and peace to you <3

hi hey hello howdy :3

first of all, you're not a bother. if you're not sure how to start, then i'm sure as hell not sure how to respond! full disclosure, I've been sitting on this ask for almost five months now, and--well, when i read it, i cried. and every time ive sat down to respond after, ive also cried. i am (in fact) a bit weepy right now, but im going to lean into it. ironic detachment humor is OUT and genuine emotional engagement with the things that move us is IN and i printed this out and im going to put it on my wall

this is a gift. you are a gift. thank you so much for reading my work, and thank you so much for stopping by to share your love with me. freight is twelve years old now and thats insane to think about. i wrote before but it's the story that made me a writer and it will always be something im so proud of (and owe so much to) even if it will never be finished in its current state.

i think all writers, authors, creatives, whoever create to communicate something through their work--it's different for everyone, but no one makes purposeless art. every story is unique, but I've always written for the same reason: because life is big and hard and empty, and i am terrified of being alone. maybe it's self-aggrandizing but to know that you can still, like, hear my voice a decade later--that i wasn't a teenager yelling into the void because i was scared, that someone was there to listen--and that they're not alone still, that part of me, because youre still listening to that voice, to me, because even if im older i'll always be an accumulation of everything ive always been. i cant articulate it. or--i could, but then this reply would be a thousand paragraphs long. so just. like. thank you.

thank you for reading my stuff, and for loving it, and for reaching out after so many years just to say hello. im sixteen and crying, and im twenty-eight and crying, and yeah it was fanfic but it was art, and it was real, and it had a purpose, we're both still here to remember it, and that's everything.

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Five Under 500

Jumping on @strandnreyes & @liminalmemories21 open tags 💕

Rules: list five of your fics with less than 500 kudos

(Hi that is all of them 😂)

Make Me Laugh 'till I Die, I Stand Beside You With Pride - T | 2k

The first fic I ever wrote! 4x06 coda, TK confesses an insecurity to Carlos about his relationship with Owen. Carlos reflects on his own insecurities about his relationship with his father, and also how much he admires TK and the way he’s fought for his close relationship with Owen.

Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies - T | 7.8k

Building upon the throwaway line from Carlos in 4x12, TK reveals he’d been an avid hiker before moving to Austin. Follow their journey as they prepare for their first hike, and then join them for their hike where they discover new wildlife and learn that they’re nowhere near being done learning new things about each other. TK reveals a bit more about how he got into hiking with adventure therapy in rehab, and how he used it as a way to heal himself and relationships he’d damaged due to his addiction.

Call Me If You Get Lost - T | 11k

My favorite fic I’ve written! This screwball comedy offers a twist on how Tarlos could have found out about Nancy and Mateo. Nancy tells TK she’s going alone on the anniversary weekend getaway that she’d booked with her ex and, naturally, TK gets worried and over-invested. He forces Carlos to go away with him to the fancy estate so they can keep an eye on Nancy. Hijinks ensue. Carlos’s detective skills are put to the test. A sexy time is had in the jacuzzi.

All Your Colors Make Me Feel Alive - T | 7k

I think this might actually be the best thing I’ve ever written. A look at the ways TK has brought color into Carlos’s life through music, specifically through the music of one artist (Beck). Carlos goes from hating it on the night of their first 126 hang as an official couple, to commiserating with it while missing TK during the breakup, to asking to borrow Gwyn’s favorite song to remember his own lost parent.

getting past the wounds of love - G | 4.6k

I love this one!! I feel like it’s my cult classic 😂 I put so much of my own personality in it and I was so delighted by the lovely response it got. Set midway through Season One, Paul, TK & Marjan go to an estate sale while exploring Austin and Paul finds a rare record he’s been hunting for. He hosts an impromptu listening party and invites Carlos, sending TK into a bit of a tailspin. It’s Carlos’s first-ever 126 hang and the gang’s all here! Featuring music nerd TK, snarky Paul, matchmaker Marjan and sweet-as-pie Carlos 🥰

Tagging @your-catfish-friend @thisbuildinghasfeelings @guardian-angle22 @alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @iboatedhere @bonheur-cafe @chicgeekgirl89 @reyesstrand @ambiguouspenny @birdclowns @ladytessa74 @basilsunrise @thebumblecee @chaotictarlos @wandering-night19 @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @rmd-writes @lightningboltreader @never-blooms @rosedavid @theghostofashton @freneticfloetry @welcometololaland @heartstringsduet @hoko-onchi-writes and OPEN TAG 🏷️