#love anon makes smiles cry 🧡

[boba-beom]

I am so happy to know that you feel better!! I will always be there to reassure you that’s what I’m here for <33

Okay but you’re wayyyy cuter!!! Oh wow that must be so exciting for you! I know you won’t be as active but I will miss you. I hope you enjoy your time with your family.

Ice cream is good! I actually have never tried that flavor.

I found it through Hulu so that’s why I’m watching it in there. Otherwise I always use a anime website. Do you have a favorite anime?

I Will say this I love the main male lead he’s such a good actor. I am so happy to see him take on a main role.

Kevin is such a sweetheart. Being a dad at an earlier age than his brothers must’ve changed that for him. But he just radiates such sad energy (not a bad thing tho). WHEN I SAW HIS FIT!!! I was like excuse me why are you looking so good for? Yeonjun definitely has those vibes to him. That’s our It boy for yah.

That’s fair I definitely get that! OMGG I HAVE NOT SEEN STARSTRUCK in so long. I should go back and watch it! My favorite Disney throw back and this one is a big clue so watch out.. but High School Musical. When I tell you I WAS AND STILL AM OBSESSED!!!!

I grew up a Disney kid so I have more but I’ll stick with my all time favorite.

Fun fact when I get married I want to play “can I have this dance” during the slow dance segment of the wedding.

What’s your favorite Disney Tv show?

Until next time

Love anon 🧡

thank you so much again <3 I think you should try phish food if you're a fan of rocky road ice cream, just in this case there's no raisins (just bc I know the rocky road ice cream in philippines sometimes has raisins 😭)

I think my favourite has got to be demon slayer, funny story actually.. I started watching it after I matched with a cute guy on tinder and he recommended it so I watched it so I could talk to him about it and by the time I was up to date he wasn't on tinder anymore and I never asked for his socials,, anyway lmao. I also love romantic killer I find it witty and ngl I've grown attached to the characters already hehe 10/10 would recommend!

PLS the typo had my head turning, but yes I always really saw kevin more of the dad type among the jonas brothers which makes sense bc he's the oldest. I'm going through a heavy rotation of going through each txt member T^T

YES GO BACK AND WATCH IT ‼️ it's so fun to reminisce and try to see how much you remember the songs :> I did love wizards of waverly place but the laughs in the background was starting to get to me when I rewatched it 😭

I wanna marathon and rewatch all the hsm movies I love them so much,, OMG YOU AND I ARE SO SIMILAR!!! I loved can I have this dance so much :') that song made me feel all sorts, I would love to dance in the rain with a s/o in the rain as well :((

my favourite disney show... hmm suite life on deck was always a favourite so I'll say that one, but in terms of movies, definitely starstruck!

what music do you listen to anonie? kpop / non-kpop idm!! I'm intrigued <3 until next time <3

[katz-rambles]

Hi! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a viktor x fem!reader where she finds out viktor’s birthday and decides to crochet him a cute sweater or something (just makes him a present) and a cake and he gets a lil teared up cause no one really went to the trouble of celebrating his birthday? 🧡

Awww, this is soo cute! I love it!!

I'm so sorry this took so long, Anon. But I hope you enjoy this little Viktor drabble!

(fluff, comfort, can be read as either romantic or platonic, fem!reader, I think this is it!)

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Your knocks on the heavy door to the lab do not go unnoticed. You can hear the footsteps followed by the thumping of his cane that's muffled by the door. The door opens, almost cautiously, just enough so Viktor can see who it is. His eyes soften when he fully takes in who it is and he opens the door wide, allowing you to step inside. His attention is diverted from you towards the wrapped box you're holding.

You place it down on the table, careful to not disturb any of the materials on top of the table as you do so. His eyes are trained on the box as he limps towards you. You can tell, he's trying to figure out what it's for. “I don't remember getting any more supplies.” He huffs and stands beside you. You can't hold back the smile on your face as you take in his adorably confused expression.

“I heard it was your birthday. What kind of person would I be if I didn't get you a little something?” He looks almost taken aback by your words, but he's quick to fix his composure again before his emotions become too obvious. He looks at you and then back at the wrapped box and then back at you again. “This.. is for me?” His voice seems to echo throughout the empty lab, you watch as he cocks his head to the side while staring at the box. You nod at him and motion for him to open it.

His hands are shaky as he opens the box to reveal a crocheted sweater. It's clear it was handmade. Sitting on top of the sweater is a little card with the words ‘happy birthday’ in outlined letters. He takes a moment to stare at it before he opens the card. A happy birthday wish is on one side while the other has multiple different birthday wishes with signatures beside them. One of them is even from Mel.

He looks up at you with a stern expression, and for a moment, you're afraid you did something wrong. But it soon fades and his eyes become watery as he quickly looks away from you. You can feel your heart throb at his reaction. It takes a second before he looks back at you, he's not crying but the tears are evident. He lets out a shaky breath and wipes his eyes. “Thank you, truly. You didn't have to,” he nods at you and looks away again before he continues, “it's been a while since someone cared enough to do this.” His words send a pang of hurt through you, he's one of the most caring people you've ever met. You almost don't believe him.

“Viktor.. it's your birthday. You deserve this, and more,” you reach over to him and brush your hand against his face. Your hand gently cups his face and you kiss his cheek. 

“Happy birthday, Viktor.” You mumble against his cheek before pulling away from him.

He watches you leave the lab, and he makes a mental note to make sure to wear the sweater when he knows you'll be around.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯guess who just got promoted?

✯ i wanted to do a little post today, my energy to write and create is so fucking low today, but thank you to the sweet anon that requested this!! we love some dad!lando <3

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so who’s going to tell lando we need a bigger car? baby norris coming this fall🩷🩷

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landonorris i love you so much, can’t wait to be a parent with you❤️

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just a little sappy appreciation post for my favourite man in the world. I hope our little one grows up to be just like you and that they’ll have a heart as big as yours. there is never day that goes by where you don’t make me laugh, smile and feel so utterly loved i get dizzy. you’re going to be such an amazing father and you’re already an amazing husband.

i love you so so much lando, always and forever🩷🩷

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>carlossainz55 i’ve never seen him run so fast

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>ynnorris you’re so cute baby😭🩷

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[zeherili-ankhein]

Ok guy I was feeling really bad that I didn't write out something to you guys in that moots giving chain so here's my separate moot appreciation post

Firstly

@foreignink yeah I don't know when you will come online again OR if you'll come online again but honestly speaking, you are one of my most beloved person both online and irl. You were the first one ever who listened to my endless ramblings and stupid stories I made up no matter how questionable or out of pocket they were. I loved sitting next to you and chatting away the entire break. I miss you I miss you since the day we last saw eachother after crying like idiots infront of the school. You will always be my baby mwah I love you <3 ✨💚🧡 everything orange always reminds me of you.

@randomx123 you are so cool :D You were one of the first even people I actually talked to on Tumblr and the one of the first ever Bangali too. I loved listening to your story that's really really a great story. You are like that one cousin dada I never had. I like all the random (pun included) conversations we have and basically everything else. You are one of the few people whom I send random (pun) asks with basically anything and everything. Then I loved your moodboards during Pujo and you swearing always makes me roll with laughter XD You are in my favourite person catagory

@krishna-priyatama you are literally my favourite person I met on Tumblr. Thank god to the day we started chatting, you are a literal blessing to my life if I'm being honest. The only person who ever understood my crazyness and the intensity of my love for Chhota Bheem and other cartoons and matched my weirdass freak. Chatting with you is the highlight of my day which no matter how bad the day goes it always brings a smile to my face. I have no proper words to say tbh just love ya tons tons 🫂💖

@igotadigbickandureadthatwrong yeah I remember finding your main blog on a random day in boshonto (yes pun) and that introduced me to the Vasant cult and every other funny mytho shits. We hadn't interacted at all before untill I dropped those Cult rituals into your ask box, and from then on I literally had a blast sending and receiving asks filled with theories headcanons memes metas and basically everything else. I still wait for when you'll drop your next crazy ask and it will make me take a round around my house. And then cursedblr made it more unhinged lmao :3 ✨💚 if I am being honest I wanna violently throw paint balls at you

@jeahreading NOW you, I remember our first fight over baked roshogolla and you being my roshogolla anon for some hours. I was so fun... One of the best things ever because I got to discuss sweets with someone online so frankly for the first time. You are one of my favourite person on Tumblr literally and maybe one of the very few whom I have given a nickname. I loved loved loved sharing and received pujo details with you and the love for food we share is so dear to me. I hope we can meet irl one day 🥲 I wanna squish you in a hug so bad you have no idea. We'd me unstoppable. Love you a tons 💚✨💖 the Batasha to my Chini <3

@mi-stress-of-chaos mummyyyyy I don't remember when we started interacting or when we became such crazy buddies but it was definitely related to the cursedblr which is a blessing curse in my life. Then you became chaos mummy one of my favourite internet parents. I loved every single of our cursed and normal interactions and all the other shits we did and your blog is one of the best blogs on Tumblr. You are too cool and chaotic to even be friends with a lame loner like me but I am thankful we are because you are lovely 💜💖✨

@shinchansbitch if I remember correctly ig our first interaction was when you rebligged one of my shinchan incorrect quotes... Honestly speaking I didn't knew what to say at firat and it took a lot of time for us to become proper interacting moots but I'm glad we did because you are one of the coolest moat amazing person I met here and ilysm for that. You are one of the best ever internet parent I ever had. Your shitposting is one of the best things ever, I love love love reblogging from you they are the best. 🩷💝✨

@tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora favourite person ever to overexaggerated and complicate things with. Best didi ever. The coolest person to ever walk on this planet, you are one of the funniest people on this entire universe. We also started interacting because of Vasant and it was the best thing ever. I love your art you are one of the best artist I ever know. You inspired me so much to make my own art and you were one of the first people who encouraged me to post my paper flowers. If I could I would make a tons of paper flowers, you are too good to me. Ilysm you are amazing. 💜💚💖✨

@schrodinger-ka-billa you are the best ever otter god ever and one of the best oersons with whom I interacted. And the only one whom I gave the tag of didi openly (but I'm your didi too lol) I love chatting with you here you the too funny and sweet. Even if our views on the marauders are somewhat different I love that I have found another marauders fan, that's one of the best thing ever in mankind's history. Also I loved hiw caring you are and your asks with buggies were one if the best things ever that happened to me. Ily a tins you are one of my favourite 💚🦦✨

@wulfricnavy we also started interacting during the daddymon thing I think, but anyways you are one of my favourites. I love your fanfic and I'm always waiting for when you will drop your next chapter (do it quick man). You are the best ever dadaji on the internet, a literal legend. I don't know what to say except I like the way you are interested in so many series and you are really really cool :D you are like a neighborhood bhaiya who got backpain ✨💚

@no-idea-where-i-am-lost you are a cutie :D the bestest thakuma everrrrr. Honestly I'm so glad Wulfric introduced you to us you are so sweet and one of the best people here. And one of the Bangalis with whom I enjoyed sharing Pujo moments. You should interact more it would be nice to talk and do more shenanigans together. Also cursedblr awaits you (even tho you've joined) and I really really really really like you so much you are a pookie person 🧡✨💖

@desigurlie you are so so so cool I can't even explain :D you're blog is one of my most favourite blogs, I love your metas and fic and moodboards and the way you do dhobi pachhad to shit anons and other people. You are one of the raddest most amazing didi person I even know. Our first interaction was also because of Vasant if I remember and then it was because of Mahabharat. You are one of my favourite persons online and if I could I'd give you a big fluffy hug and those paper tulips I made for you ilysm 🫂✨💖💚

@intellectual6666 cool cool person I love your fics and your vibe and in general you are kne of the coolest persons here. I don't remember how exactly we became moots and started interacting but your blog is one of the best things on this app and you yourself are one of the sweetest here. You are also like that parar bondhu jar sathe khub bhalo vibe kora jaye. I honestly want to share narkel er naru with you as we both sit quietly and enjoy the peace or gossip who knows. You are a big cutie and I would make you flower crowns if I knew you irl 💐✨💖

@hellincarnation FINALLY the bestest war criminal ever you are so cool and honestly one of the best fucking people I recently talked to. You don't even know how much your shenanigans makes me laugh or how much I enjoy talking to you. We should seriously take over the planet and then have a party. You match my crazy so much its iconic. We really are a duo for chaos. I would do cool and cringe poses with you in public if I knew you irl lol ✨💖🩵 and never hesitate to ask me any question related to thing you wanna know. And ofcourse you are one of the very few who got a nickname. Aro the car guy Satan.

@im-on-crack-send-help YOU ARE SUCH A CUTIE and you're so sweet and caring and nice and cute and basically everything nice and shiny reminds me of you. Ilysm you are one of my favourites and its sad we don't gwt to interact much we should do that honestly but anyways I'd make you all the flower bouquets with paper flowers If I can and I want to sit and eat cookies with you as we watch movies and cry ✨🧡♥️💖

@sumiyxx another cutie! You are one of the best people here and one of the pooliest too. Even if we interact less you are one of my favourite peoples here and I hope we can vibe more and do crazy. Lysm you silly darling you deserve the world and beyond and I'd give you as much as I can once I take over this planet ✨💖💚♥️

@lyrebirb you are one of my favourites easily. Your shitposting era was my favourite and you are so amazing and cool and awesome. You are my favourite birby (I say as a bird hater) and ilysm and I'm so hlad you are back. I loved the time we had a discourse over mermaid meat and eggs it was so funny and K enjoyed it so much you are so cool ✨💐💖🫂

@stxrrynxghts you are such a amazing person and I love love love taking to you :D your fics are amazing and I'm always looking forward to read them (but don't overwork yourself please) you are one of the few people with whom I shared soucha nd you are so amazing and cool and admiration amd everything all together I don't even deserve to be your friend. You are one of my favourite people here and talking to you is so great I love it 🫂💖💙

There are so many more people I'm forgetting to tag but I live y'all so much you precious pookies you all are like those fruits and nuts in my chocolate.

[bandgie]

That recent Seungmin fic got me like 🤤

Can you do another one where he laces it again and just fucks you dumb, like full force, fast pace not stopping, and you’re just a cock drunk mess, drooling, crying and whimpering. He’s making you cum over and over again overstimulating you while also marking you up.

Perv best friend Seungmin with yandere tendencies live in my head 24/7. If possible can I be the 🧡 anon, I love to spill my thoughts and keep track of them ☺️

Love your work, keep working hard! 🧡

this post anon is referring to

oh yes I have been looking at this in my inbox for so long just...imagining / and yes you can be that anon! thank you!

MDNI 18+ warning! heavy dubcon elements! meandom!seung, choking, drugging, overstim

You're super out of it. you can hardly register his length inside pumping into you relentlessly. Your groggy eyes open and close barely making out your roommate Seungmin on top. He's got an intense look in his eyes and a snarl on his lips. Teeth baring threateningly as he keeps pulling you down on his cock.

You groan and weakly pick up your head, noticing both of you are nude from the waist down. That wet, hot sensation between your legs is Seungmin's dick. It's unbelievable at first and you try blinking a few more time for him to disappear. He doesn't though, and you finally feel his bruising grip on your hips and his sweat dripping onto your body.

Weren't you just getting high with him? A little smoke sesh to take some stress off? To be fair, the blunt did feel a bit different. It made your heart race after the first hit, made your ability to speak nearly nonexistent, and you somewhat recall being very clingy. Even then, how does that translate to Seungmin fucking you like this?

You open your mouth to express your worries, to tell him to stop or at the very least, slow down. That's not what you communicate though, and the moment you try to speak all that comes out are garbled moans and loud whines.

Seungmin finally looks up from where his cock sinks into you to look at your face. You're a mess, to say the least. Your makeup smeared from his harsh kisses, lips swollen from when he shoved his cock between them while you were still out, and the strings of drool hanging off your chin.

Oh, you look like a dream.

He gives you a smile with all teeth, though it's far from friendly. "You feel so good like this." He lets his hand trails up your torso, groping your tits before resting against your throat. "So pretty."

The feeling between your legs switches between painful to pleasurable. It's unbearable how his girth stretches you out, how the tip of his cock continuously hits the deepest parts of you. You shake your head at him, eye welting with tears. "Too much."

Seungmin fakes pity, a frown on his face. "Don't lie. You wouldn't be cumming this much if that was true."

Are you really cumming that much? You were so sure that all the slick and wetness between your thighs was his doing, but the throbbing aches from your pussy say otherwise. A cry escapes your throat when you feel him hit a certain part, but the grip Seungmin has around your throat tightens.

"I liked you better when you were quiet," he tuts. "Didn't complain so much. Just laid there and took it like a good girl."

You want to complain, but the squeezing of your trachea won't let you. You wan't to tell him that you are a good girl. That you can lie prettily and take it, but it just feels too good. Your legs spasm and try to snap shut from the overstimulation, but Seungmin only chokes you harder. There's not a doubt in your mind that you'll wake up covered in bruises.

He's so much stronger than you. Seungmin keeps a harsh pace even as you flood his cock with your orgasm. He can feel how your walls try to push him out, but he forces himself deeper.

Your back arches, and you sob from the abuse. Judging from how sensitive you are and how Seungmin's dripping with sweat, he must have been at this for hours. And he's showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

You know it's morally wrong for Seungmin to use you like this. Even worse for you to actually enjoy it. But you can't help yourself from letting him roll the blunt every time from this point on.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Spooky Season | Halloween Event 2024

Ghost Stories | Jongho

🧡 Pairing: Choi Jongho x gf!Reader

🖤 Requested by: Anon

🧡 Prompt: 18 - Telling ghost stories.

🖤 Warnings: Ghosts. This one involves babies, midwives and a matron (chief or head nurse). The ghost story Jongho tells is inspired by one of the many experiences I had as a kid. I tried to make it spooky but let's face it as much as I love spooky stuff, I suck at writing it.

🧡 Word Count: 1,783

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Y/N and Jongho were finally enjoying their first date night in what felt like months. This Halloween, they opted for a cozy evening at home, ready to dive into a marathon of scary movies while indulging in takeout and snacks they bought the day before. They’d politely declined all their friends' invitations to Halloween parties and events and placed a bowl filled with candy outside the door so they weren’t interrupted by trick or treaters. However, they were caught off guard by an unexpected power outage caused by a drunk driver crashing into the transformer that supplies electricity to their block. 

"How about instead of scary movies, we tell scary stories instead," Y/N suggests lighting her last candle so they have a little bit of light. 

"Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend," he chuckles, not quite believing the words coming out of her mouth. This is coming from someone who only watches scary movies on Halloween with the compromise that they keep the lights and a promise to follow up with something lighthearted afterwards. He thought she’d be relieved to skip the scary stuff altogether. "Are you possessed or something?" he joked, leaning in closer to her face as if to inspect her for signs of a takeover. "Hello, Y/N? Are you still in there? Blink twice if I need to find an exorcist."  

"Stop," she chuckles, rolling her eyes and gently pushing him away from her. "I assure you I have not been possessed," she says. "I just thought it would be fun to keep it somewhat spooky, ya know, without the jump scares." 

Jongho raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her unexpected suggestion.  I guess that could work. But you have to promise me one thing," he says agreeing to it. "Remember that this was your idea. If you get scared, you can't put the blame on me." 

"Deal! But if I do get scared, you have to hold my hand," she counters with a cheeky smile. "Let’s play rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first."  

They both lifted their hands, "One… two… three!"  

Jongho goes with paper, while Y/N picked rock.  

"Ha! I win!" he cheers, clapping his hands in excitement. "Looks like I get to start. I promise the first story won’t be too scary."  

"Alright," she rolled her eyes again, a grin on her face as she settles into the couch.  

"A friend of mine told me this story. It really happened to him," he began, also getting cozy on the couch. "So, my friend’s dad worked as a security guard. His job was to check on old buildings to ensure they hadn’t been broken into and that no one was squatting inside. Some of these places had alarms, so he would just walk around a few times, making sure there were no one suspicious hanging around," he continues. "One of the buildings he had to check was an old maternity hospital on the outskirts of town. After being closed for years, it had reopened as a temporary doctor's office. The locals often whispered about it being haunted, claiming it felt cold even in the summer and that they heard babies crying or the sound of heels clicking down the hall," he explained, his eyes widening as he recalled the eerie details. Storytelling has always been something he's always been good at. "My friend's dad often did night security at this building. After his shift he would come home and tell my friend about what he experienced that night. My friend was so excited to hear his stories. He's really into the paranormal." 

"You've told me about this friend," she says recalling the times he talked about him. "He does ghost hunting on YouTube now, right?" 

"That's him," Jongho nods before continuing his story. "One night his dad promised to take him to the hospital with him. His mum reluctantly agreed but since it wasn't a school, she allowed him to go. Of course he was over the moon about it. This is his first time going to a real haunted building." 

He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if the very walls of the room might be listening. This causes Y/N to instinctively lean in closer to. 

"It's dark by the time they get to the old maternity hospital. My friend said he could feel the eerie feeling before he even saw the building. It sent chills down his spine. After they get out of the car, his dad hands him a flashlight, and they made their way to the entrance. The door creaks as his dad pushes it open, revealing a dark hallway that seems to stretch for miles. The air thick and heavy as they walk inside, so much so that it’s almost suffocating. My friends could feel his heart racing, both excited and terrified at the same time." His eyes gleam with mischief as he recounts the details. "They stepped inside, and then, bam!” he shouts causing Y/N to jump, “The door slammed shut behind them. My friend's dad chuckles trying to lighten the mood. He’s been there many times so he should be use to all the activity by now, but my friend could tell he was a bit on edge too.”  

"What happened next?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.  

"They began to walk down the corridor, making sure all the doors were locked and secure. My friend can’t shake the feeling that they’re being watched the entire time,” he replies. “They get to the room at the end of the hall and as his dad makes sure its locked, the door swings open. It was unlocked. His dad reassured him that perhaps one of the doctors had forgotten to lock it, so he closed the door, the keys clinking loudly in the stillness as he locked it. After confirming it was locked, they turn to head down another corridor, which was much shorter than the main one. But as they walk, checking the doors, the temperature drops, and the sound of babies crying fills the air. It’s a haunting sound and it sends chills down my friend's spine. He glances at his dad, who’s gone pale, his usual bravado replaced by a look of fear. He may have checked on this building so many times that he should be used to it but it still scares him." 

"I would still be scared too," Y/N confesses. He nods in agreement, even though the only thing that truly frightens him is bugs. A haunted place doesn’t faze him at all. "What did they do next?" she asks. 

"They kept on going," he replies, his tone growing more serious. "But with every step, the atmosphere thickened and crying grew louder and more desperate. My friend wanted to turn back, but his dad insisted they keep going, he has a job to do after all."  

"That sounds terrifying," Y/N interjects, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did they find anything? Were anymore doors unlocked."  

"Not at first," he says, shaking his head. "They reached the last door, and his dad paused, listening intently. The crying had stopped and it was replaced by an unsettling silence. My friend felt a knot in his stomach and heard his own voice in his head telling him to run. His dad, on the other hand, had to brave it and went to push the door open."  

"What was inside?" Y/N asks, her curiosity piqued.  

"I don’t know. The door was locked," he tells her before continuing with the story. “So, they end up walking back up the corridor, the eerie silence, following behind them. When they got back to the main corridor, that’s when the loud clicking of heels on the concrete floors begins and it only grows louder as the sound grows closer to them. But, it eventually stops when the sound reaches the end of the corridor and is quickly replaced with the sound of a door unlocking and the creak of the door swinging open." 

"Fuck that, I'd be out of there as fast as my legs could take me," she shivers. 

"My friend said the same thing. He would have bolted if he wasn't frozen in fear," he says. "His dad, though scared, walks the few feet to the door, pulls it shut and locks it again before calling out to the spirit he believes it is. 'Matron, you can't be unlocking doors that are supposed to be locked. I don't want to lose my job because someone thinks I'm not doing it properly.' he calls out to the old chief nurse, his voice trembling." 

Y/N's eyes widen, captivated by the unfolding story. "Did the matron respond?" 

"No. But the sound of babies crying started again," he says and shakes his head. "After making sure the door was locked once more, they bolted out of the hospital as quickly as they could. They got in the car and my friend's dad started the drive back to the next location. As they were leaving, my friend heard a voice telling him to look back, so he did." 

"What did he see?" Y/N asks, her interest clearly piqued. Jongho can't help but smile at her fascination; usually, she hides behind a cushion during scary stories. 

He leans in closer again, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "He saw a figure of a woman wearing an old nurses uniform standing in the doorway of the hospital. Her face is pale and gaunt, with eyes that seem to pierce right through him. He couldn't bring himself to look away." 

Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her heart racing as she imagines the scene. "What happened next?" she urges, leaning forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. 

Jongho takes a moment, savoring the suspense. "As he stared, the woman raised a hand, slowly started waving to him," he says lifting his own hand and waves it at Y/N. "As the terrified feeling inside him starts to dissipate, he couldn't stop himself from waving back to her. She was the first ghost he'd ever seen." 

"Did he ever go back to the hospital?" she asks. 

He shakes his head. "No, he had all the evidence he needed to believe that hospital is haunted. He didn't feel the need to go back." 

“I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t go back either,” she says, moving closer to him.  

“It’s your turn to tell a story,” he teases her and pulls her into his arms. 

Just as she’s about to say something, the lights flicker back on. “Let's watch something instead,” she suggests picking up the remote and starts going through the movies on netflix. 

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[intheorangebedroom]

You should share more of your thoughts...just saying

Oh Anon 🧡 What a sweet, sweet thing of you to say 🥺

You know what I find myself thinking about a lot? This guy is a fucking pilot. And not just a pilot, he is, and I’m quoting Pope, here, a pilot you can trust. Granted, that chopper crashed. But that’s not on Frankie. Imma right, stfu Tom?

Explicit thoughts below the cut 🔞

No this man can fly, and I constantly think about him flying you for the first time. Because you’ve been asking for months. You love to listen to him talk about it, with a fiery passion that lights up his deep, soulful brown eyes, love the technical lingo you don’t quite understand, and you endlessly imagine, but imagination can only get you this far, so you keep asking for him to take you with him, fly you around, just a bit, a quick tour above the base, until one day, one glorious day, he finally gives in. 

And you know how competent he is, you’ve seen his hands at work, crafting furniture and fixing things around the house, wringing so much pleasure from your trembling body it’ll make you beg and cry, but he can be so quiet and unassertive, he’s unlike any gaslighting douchebag you’ve known in the past, he makes it easy to forget just how confident he truly is and how commanding he can be.

When he gets you into the cockpit, a strong tug at the seatbelt strapped to your chest to make sure it’s safely fastened, when he positions the headset on your head, when he takes his sit next to you and grabs that stick (“that’s the cyclic stick”, he informs you, his low, rambling voice suddenly filling your ear, and you jolt in surprise, never mind the seatbelt holding you down), oh god, your mind swivels and reels, you start to think, thoughts you shouldn’t be having right now.

And you thought you’d be looking at the scenery, you thought you’d enjoy rising above the ground and getting a different view of the world underneath, of the fluffy white clouds, share what it is that he loves about flying, the elating freedom, the change of perspective, but that is not how your world is tipped off its axis. 

You can’t stop staring at him, he is magnificent, his brow knitted in focus, the dimple in his cheek when his mouth twitches absent-mindedly, his eyes measuring, calculating, evaluating, navigating, flicking, restless, between the horizon and the endless stretch of the sky all around, the seat that looks too small to accommodate his solid, broad back, the rolled-up sleeves of his faded red shirt and the muscles of his forearms, rippling under his tanned, freckled skin, his glorious neck, his gorgeous profile, and his skilful hand on that goddamn stick.

You’re mesmerised by his grasp around the girth of the device, the way his thumb occasionally comes to rest on the round top of it, you don’t even register that he sees what you’re looking at, and you miss the smug, knowing half-smile curling his plush lips.

And you never thought you’d ever want it to end, but he can’t get you home fast enough, his hands are all you can look at, their grip on the steering wheel of the truck, their harsh tug at the waist of your jeans to pull them down, deft fingers quickly unbuckling his belt and working open the buttons of his fly. 

You climb onto the large bed in a fever and you’re sprawled onto the white linen ridiculously fast, wild-eyed and feral and dripping for him, a moan spilling from you when he kneels between your open thighs.

He wraps your legs around his waist and you’re already arching your back, a wanton, shameless thing, but he pauses. You raise up to your elbows, and this time, you see it. The smug half-smile dancing on his lips. Your eyes travel down along the column of his neck, down the plane of his chest, painted golden by the orange sunset, down the trail of black hair on his lower belly. 

His hand. His large, competent hand, wrapped around his thick cock, leisurely stroking.

“I saw you looking, baby,” he tells you, and the cocky inflexion of his voice has you moaning louder, and when a bead of precome trickles down over his fist, you make a conscious effort to swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “You wanna keep looking?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, not that you can produce one, instead he slides a finder inside your wet heat, down to his knuckle, and slowly pumps it in and out a couple of times before he adds a second, and a third, and you can’t even feel shame for the squelching sound of your cunt pulling them in deeper, your eyes fluttering shut with the stretch.

“Keep looking, baby, keep looking,” he says, his other hand a tight grip on your quivering thigh. 

Your mouth has gone slack, and your arms might give out, because he’s curled his fingers inside you and they’re brushing that spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull, but you docilely keep looking, his hand moving back and forth, his fingers thrusting in and out, thumb rubbing circles over your clit, muscles undulating in his forearm. 

Until you start swaying your hips to his movement, and he pulls out. 

“Fuck! Frankie, please,” you cry, voice broken as your head rolls back.

“Keep looking, baby,” he repeats, and his voice has gone lower still, you’re reminded how it sounded like, distorted by the helicopter’s comlink, and you clench around nothing.  

When you manage to lift up your head, your vision’s blurred out and you have to frown. Fingers circling his thick length, he’s coating himself with your slick, and you break into another plea, “Frankie Frankie please, I need–” 

“You need to keep looking,” he finishes for you, and he starts stroking himself hard, pressing his fingers to the ridge underneath his stiff cock glistening with you, pumping through the squeeze of his fisted hand down to his base and up to his fat round tip, and you keep looking, your pussy keeps leaking, and fuck, this is hard for him too, he knows just how good you taste when you want him this much. His other hand’s grasp hardens, your soft flesh gushing through his fingers, beads of sweat pearling on his forehead and curling the longer curls on his nape and around his ears.

Raising himself on his knees, he moves closer to your core and taps his cock on your parted folds and you jerk with a whine, but your eyes grow wide at what he does next. It’s a wet glide of his smooth length through your folds and over your clit, again and again and again with a practised roll of his hips. It’s so much yet not nearly enough, and your elbows finally give out, your back hits the mattress as he picks up the pace. 

Bucking your hips upward, you seek more pressure, and he delivers it with a groan, his cock held deftly at the base between his thumb and index. 

“Keep looking, baby, I’m gonna come for you, gonna come all over your sweet pussy.”

You’re rocking your hips in a frantic rhythm against him and he lets go of your thigh, three of his fingers filling your dripping cunt again and you keen, your own hands scrabbling over the linen for purchase. You raise up your head, glassy eyes strained on the fat head of his dick shining with your slick, disappearing between your folds with each rapid stroke, and you feel your high building just underneath the surface of your quivering skin, crackling like electricity. 

“Can you come like that?” he grunts. 

You never thought... Turns out you can.

🧡

[mellyssecrethideout]

Can’t sleep and now I’m all throbbing and stufff >\\\<

😘🎵🍼🐱👯👀

-🫀 (I’ll be heart anon?)

yes you can be 🫀 anon, darling.

kissing, moaning, sucking on my udders, fucking me, threesomes, and showing me off, huh? that's cute, puppy 💖

ahh you are so precious. your lips look so fuckin soft, of course i would kiss them if given the chance. sloppy, wet, needy, drooly kisses 😘😚 from one dumb little puppy to another 💖. we would be so cute and feral together. two untamed little puppies making out, groping eachother, turning into needy achey messes together.

we both know who our third would be 🧡 and he would be right next to us, teasing us, edging us on, making us needier and achier for each other and himself and enjoying every second of it.

if you squeeze my udders to hard, milk will come out of my sensitive nipples. but that's what you secretly wanted, right? you would slide down and clamp on, drinking my milk up right away. i would grab your hair, moaning and whining as you sucked, getting needier by the second.

once you've drank enough of my milk to satisfy the urge, you would probably keep playing with my drooly nipples, making me moan louder and get even more wet for you.

my moans would drive you wild and slowly you would build up the confidence to go further, being heavily encouraged by our third. i'm sure he would even guide you, leading your hand down to my throbby clit and showing you just how to touch it, making me squirm and moan and whine.

you would eventually push your fingers inside me, fucking me with them slowly and build up to doing it fast, encouraged by our third and the way I whine and gasp and reach out for you. he would play with my clit while you finger fucked me, making me squirm and cry and whine until i came on your fingers, moaning out and grabbing onto you both.

ever so slowly you would pull your fingers back out, listening to me whine softly as i feel empty again. you would look me in the eyes as you licked and sucked your fingers clean, telling me how good i taste. i would blush deeply and squeak 🫣.

you would smile and take a picture of me just like that *click* and another one of my freshly used drooly pussy and the mess you made me make *click* you would tell me how pretty i was while you did this and how much you loved me and how you were going to post these later because i was such a good little puppy for you and you wanted the whole world to know it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

*surprise attacks with hugs* 🫂 🫂 🫂

You are an absolute gem, Pumpkin—and I mean that with every fiber of my being! You are not only extraordinarily funny, creative, and unique, but an incredibly kind soul who always makes the Crisis Core cast feel so real and alive! 💕 Every post of yours makes me smile; every post of yours makes my day just that tiny bit better. I absolutely adore your sense of humor and admire it to no end! For real- the amount of effort and heart you put into every post shines through each and every time. You have nothing short of a gift for what you do, from writing to the vlogs to silly little nugget/dialogue exchanges you take and make them into hilarious punch lines. I don’t even need an anon to come and give me a reason to say this; I wish I can I could tell you this each time you post something! ❤️ Bc, for real, I would! xD SO MUCH LOVE, my friend!!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being you. No one on this site can make the ShinRa gang more lovable than you!!!

💚💜💚🩵❤️♥️💙💞💖🤎💙🖤

*muffled reply because you're hugging me still*

I'm kidding ❤️ How the fluff do you always know just what to say?? 😭 Your words mean so much to me because I admire you right back Pi 💚🧡💛

I'm ugly crying now because you and everyone else are so incredibly kind to me, I honestly don't feel like I deserve it lol ❤️

[giggly-squiggily]

Candy Heart Event🙏🏻

Romantic!SaneGiyuu with Lee!Giyuu and sentence starters 🧡Love bug: “What’s so funny?” and 💛Soul Mate: “Not there? What about here?” NDNKFJSNSNN

SANEGIYUU!!! *Pokemon Hassel level crying* YES! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

There are only a few things that make Giyu Tomioka laugh. Today Sanemi learned of two.

“What’s so funny, you jerk?” He growled, face a noticeable shade of pink as the Water Hashira shook with mirth, face hidden in his sleeve. “Come on- spit it out!”

“It’s n-nothing!” Giyu gasped, daring a peek before giggling once more. “S-Sanemi, you’re haahhair!”

“My…?” The Wind Hashira looked into the nearest pond, eyes widening when he saw his bangs sticking out jaggedly. “Gah! I knew something was wrong today!” He smoothed them down to their usual style, turning a dangerous stare on Giyu as his boyfriend giggled helplessly. “Okay, gigglebox, they’re fixed! What’s funny now?”

“I cahhan’t! I cahahahn’t help it! Ahehhehhehe!” Giyu covered his face as he snorted, just missing how the sound softened his boyfriend almost immediately. “I gohohot the gihihihigglles!”

“I can see that. Alright then.” Sanemi grinned as he walked over, grabbing Giyu’s sides without warning. “I guess I’ll just have to help you out with those!”

“Ah! Ahehahhahhaha! S-Sahahhahahanemihihiihiihihi!” Giyu yelped, all but jumping out of his skin when his boyfriend pressed into his ribs. He pushed at Sanemi’s shoulders weakly, losing the will to fight as the other brought them down to the ground with ease. “Cohoohohohme on, nohohohohohot thehehhehhehere!”

“Not there? Alright- how about..here?” Sanemi reached out, grabbing Giyu’s knee. The brunette all but squeaked at the feeling, doubling over and into Sanemi’s chest as the other massaged the limb with deadly technique. “Aww, too ticklish for your own good, Giyu? Still got the giggles?”

“SHAHAHHAHHANEMIHIHIIHIHI PLEHAHAHAHHAHHASE!” Giyu cried out, cheeks bright red and eyes starting to mist with laughter. “IHIHIHIHIIH’M CUHUHUHUHRED!”

“Heh, thought so.” Sanemi grinned, pulling his hand back as Giyu collapsed, gasping for air. “You should do that more often.”

“Nehahhearly die?” Giyu groaned out, earning a wheeze and a poke to the shoulder.

“Laugh! And smile. It suits you.” Sanemi corrected, cackling more when Giyu flushed a new shade of pink, ducking his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Grehahhahaht! Now I gohohooht the gihiihihggles!”

“We can fix that.” Giyu said against him, raising a wiggling hand.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

[gary-mu]

Hi 😊 I hope you take anon requests. Could you please write was is like to have a lazy Sunday with Katana Man? Thank you so much 🙏🙏🙏

Oh, anon you just did my day. Thank you for requesting Katana Man 🧡💜💚 You don´t even now how much I love that idiot

Sorry for making you wait so long, anon. I hope you enjoy it :)

-HC- Lazy Sunday with Katana Man

Warning/Tags: g/n reader, domestic fluff. It gets spicy at the end ;)

*No beta read

He's a busy man. Always traveling for business... and some other matters he hasn't dared to tell you yet for fear you'd run away.

That's why it's not unusual to be weeks before you see each other again or even have a cozy lazy Sunday. But when it does happen, Katana is always eager to compensate for the time you've spent apart.

He usually would come back late at night when you're already asleep and take a long shower before joining you in bed. He wouldn't dare to bother you with the smell of death he always wears after every "business meeting."

If his week has exceeded his stress tolerance limit, which happens all too often, it's your turn to be the big spoon. Your warm body against his back makes him feel safe, and he'd drift off instantly.

Katana always wakes up first, and he hates it. When he sleeps with you, his dreams are usually calm and wholesome. He would dream of having dinner with you and his late granddad or of Denji's dead body lying at his feet... Nothing but sweet dreams.

When you finally open your eyes, he'd greet you with that rare soft smile he only displays for you. You would pull him for a welcoming kiss and sigh softly when his lips meet yours.

"Shower together and then breakfast?" You would suggest while stroking his back, and he just can't refuse.

Taking the lead to the bathroom, you would begin to undress, making sure his eyes are on you the whole time.

When Katana joins you in the shower, he'd be covering his erection with his hands and avoiding your gaze. He looks so desperate you almost give up and help him with the issue at hand, but he will have to wait a little longer because you're starving.

"We'll take care of that later," you would assure him with a wink and a playful kiss on his cheek. He may be a vicious Yakuza but blushes like a schoolboy whenever you discuss or do anything remotely sexual, and you love it.

Once the two of you are clean and dressed in comfy clothes, it's finally time to make breakfast.

Cooking with Katanana, it's like preparing a five-course meal with a toddler as an assistant. Trust me, It can't be extremely frustrating.

The man is totally clueless about cooking and other household chores. But you can't expect much from someone who's never even boiled an egg by himself because somebody else always did it for him.

Yet Katana's willing to learn and improve only to make you happy, and that's a start. Besides, he'll compensate later by helping you get rid of all that tension you're carrying... and damn! He's good at it.

While eating at the table, you'd tell him all the ups and downs of your week, and he would listen patiently. The man would stroke your hand when you're about to cry or offer to kill whoever gets on your nerves when you grit your teeth with anger.

His advice might be useless most of the time, but he gets extra points for caring.

Katana wishes he could give you a sincere answer when you ask him how his week was, but telling you he died a couple of times a was brought back to life using blood might not be something you'd like to hear. Instead, he chooses to complain about the incompetence of his subordinates.

"Wanna watch a movie?" You would suggest standing up to leave the dirty dishes in the sink before straddling him. "Or maybe you have something else in mind..." you'd add with a subtle roll of your hips against his crotch.

"S-something else," he would whisper before burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush. No matter how much he tries, he never manages to "keep it cool" when you tease him.

You would begin to move your hips, slow and steady, feeling him grow hard beneath you and smile at the desperate faint noises he'd make.

Hesitant lips would ghost over your skin, and his hands would move to your hips.

Your fingers would massage his scalp, his neck, then his shoulders. He would melt into your touch, moaning against the sensitive skin of your neck.

The moment your lips meet, a rush of lust will overcome you. Katana would pick you up and take you to the bedroom, unable to wait any longer. You've missed each other so much and in so many ways that it isn't long until you're making love for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The next day you'll have to deal with angry neighbors complaining about the noise, but it doesn't matter now.

You would spend the rest of the day alternating between sweet love-making and fucking each other's brains out.

Exhausted but happy, you would eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. Katana would be resting his head on your chest and wearing a peaceful smile on his face.

When he's with you, he forgets the mean, cruel, and insufferable snob he is with everyone else. With you, everything is always perfect.

[boba-beom]

It might not be a big deal to some people, But I am sure it is to you. You got hurt and it is more than okay to feel some type of way about. Feelings are so real and we all have some way to deal with them. It could be suppressing them or letting them all out. One way or another we feel and we hurt, and no one can truly get over it. There might be a time maybe 5. 10, 0r even 15 years from now you will think about it and you will feel weird and sad. You could be in the most happiest and healthiest relationship but this moment will still make you sad. Somethings just stay with us.

How could I not be shy when a pretty girl just called me a cutie.

Oh yeah you're going in a week right?

I am glad she liked them! I am always up for a midnight snack. Sometimes Im not even hungry and I will see a snack and be like yup I want.

What is your favorite midnight snack?

I would love to see them. When ever you are done do share them with the class(gc) So I can see them. The way you include Beomgyu in everything is so endearing I love it.

I love Kim's Convenience Appa was always so funny. Did you know it is a Canadian Tv show?

It isn't on Netflix unfortunately it is on Hulu. See you in my 19th Life is on my to be watched list. I have seen the hype about it. Do you like it so far?

I think Nick has great style, but for me I will have to go with Nick. I think I like his style more than Kevin and Joe. As much as I love Kevin I feel like he dresses like a dad.

As for the Do It Like That MV I think the best dressed all around was Kang Taehyun! Another thing I noticed maybe it was just me, but Yeonjun looks like he belongs in Britany Spears "Baby One More Time" MV.

I have watched camp rock Yes! I don't if it is just me but I always tend to like the first Movies better. So I will go with the 1st one. Wbu?

Until next time,

love anon 🧡

thank you :’) you’re right, it’s something that’ll always linger and I’ll randomly remember it but it’s okay. I feel better and I know I can be even better, so thank you for reassuring me <3 oh stop,, you’re so cute >//< and yes! flight is this sunday so let’s see if I have an airport crush hehe 🤭

my favourite midnight snack is usually ice cream. any time of the year it’s always ice cream! bonus if it’s ben and jerry’s phish food 🥰

yes! I noticed that kim’s convenience is a canadian tv show, I loved it so much 😔 I don’t have hulu so I’ll just use an anime website hehe as for see you in my 19th life, I actually love it. the whole reincarnation aspect of it and just the dynamic of the main characters sometimes had me cheesing so hard 🤭 I’m only on ep3 tho!

that’s fair, nick does have a good sense of style. tbf kevin is a dad of two so at least it suits him! AND YES I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE ‼️ kang taehyun looked really good in the mv wow, just wow. yeonjun being in britney spears’ song makes sense and I see it omg

I did like the first one too, but I prefer the second one- I’m lowkey a nick girly and I loved his introducing me song :’) I tend to go through a spiral of the old school disney movie throwbacks, ESPECIALLY STARSTRUCK OMG I think I watched it twice in the past year 😭 do you have a favourite disney throwback?

[shmowder]

I am grateful for the work you wrote, it made my heart flutter, especially the part with Maria! It's very tragicomic, I couldn't help but smile when I read it. I have some ideas about the other characters you suggested. For example, Lara. She gives me the impression that she creates the most convincing illusion of domestic comfort. You can't even call her homewrecker, because she is, in fact, home. It seems to me that the relationship with her is not charged with sexual energy, but rather compensates for the longing for family warmth. The lack of love in its purest, platonic manifestation. She'll be sentimental enough to give her poor partner something small to remind her of, like a thimble.

Vlad Jr. my beloved. At first it seemed to me that he would not fit into such an affair because of his pragmatic approach to things, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. It seems to me that taking someone's spouse away is also an act of self-affirmation for him, an opportunity to declare himself. He does not like to get his hands dirty, so he will probably resort to threats through intermediaries if his courtship is not eloquent enough. I wonder what his father's reaction will be on that melodrama?..

And, well, Daniil is clearly head over heels. He will shower his beloved with promises to take them to the Capital. A little bit of an old-fashioned romantic escape scenario won’t hurt, is it? Although I think it’s mostly a manipulation strategy to bond with person even closer.

By the way, have you ever consider to try match-ups with Pathologic characters? I think it will be an interesting activity <3

Yours faithfully, 🧡 anon.

I like your take on these characters anon, I'm glad you enjoyed my previous post.

Lara's moral compass tells her that as long as you're unhappy with your current marriage, then the relationship you two share is completely justified.

Ever since her father passed away, she tends to overextend her abilities and spread herself thin, attempting to help everyone everywhere at once. Lara sees a corpse in each person she interacts with, mourning the living akin to the dead.

The world is too big, life is too unpredictable, and she desperately needs to feel in control. Establishing a shelter, giving away material goods, trying really hard to make a difference, to leave this world a better place than she found it, even if it cost her blood and tears.

Maybe that's why this affair didn't feel anything like close to the notion. It started with Lara approaching you instead of the other way around, mentioning how unhappy you seem these days, how she heard the rumours about your loveless marriage.

Offering you a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a place to stay the night if living under the same roof with your cold spouse is too draining. Don't worry, no one will get the wrong idea, how could they ever when Lara is known to host any soul looking for a temporary home until they can get back on their own two feet.

At least, that's how it started. She'd tell herself that you just happen to bring out her overprotective nature, that it's simply nothing more than her wanting to be a good neighbour.

And you find yourself enjoying her fussing, even her nagging is akin to a melody. To have someone worry so much over you that they get frustrated and angry because you didn't wear a jacket out in this cold weather? It was a new world in comparison to your apathetic spouse.

Gradually, you've come to think of her as home.

Her presence with you over the breakfast table just felt right, grocery trips spent together as you carry the bags, and she asks for your opinion on which flavour of jam to get this week.

Mundane tasks like hanging the laundry to dry or doing the dishes feel less taxing now, especially with Lara nearby with you in the room.

The domestic married life you were promised but robbed out of, the safety and comfort... It's the sweetest dream you've ever lived.

One which you bitterly wake up from each time night falls and both of you go to your own separate bedrooms. How wrong this felt to be alone at this vulnerable hour of the night, reminiscing about the way her hand held your own as she wished you a good night.

How her nail pressed against the wedding ring you're still wearing.

The tightness around her polite smile.

Lara only realises her true desires when you eventually have to return back to your house, to leave this home you've built with her because people might talk otherwise. She rationalises it as her only wanting your happiness. Her priority is to get you out of this cage, this soul-draining marriage and set you free... even if you don't choose her, as much as that idea stings.

People love and trust Lara; she is renowned for her generosity and soft heart. If there was one person in this whole town who could organically minimise the damages to one's reputation caused by a divorce, it would be her.

...and if she had to exaggerate some unsavoury stories about your spouse in order to make you seem in a much more dire situation, then so be it. Their reputation will tank most of the damage, yours will come out intact in the end.

And maybe... you'd like to take refuge in her house again while this whole situation simmers down? She will protect you, she promises.

You'll always have a home with her, much like she finally found her own home with you. And maybe after a week or two, instead of letting go of your hands after wishing you a goodnight, she tightens her hold and leads you to her bedroom.

Nothing of note happens that night. The two of you finish your nightly routine, like always, in the same room instead of two separate ones this time.

You can't shake the giddy feeling from your chest, and Lara can't stop glancing at you with her big eyes every other minute as if she's reassuring herself you're really here.

The two of you get under the covers, she lets you hog most of the blanket.

The candle is snuffed out.

As the morning rolls around, you wake up with her face pressed against your chest. Your arms wrapped around her, her legs intertwined with yours.

And it feels just right.

-

Vlad Jr. is paying someone to kill your spouse.

Not in a yandere way, it's nothing personal he reassures you. He's just built like this.

How did you learn about his plan? Because he just told it to you, directly.

The two of you were simply having lunch when he nonchalantly informed you about this, in-between sandwich bites.

Listen, think about it. The best solution is usually the easiest, divorce and reputation management is hard. Getting your spouse out of the picture would be the most beneficial arrangement for both of you.

Well, yes. It is sad that they have to go out this way and have their life cut short. But like he said, it's nothing personal, really.

If anything it's a pretty straightforward deal and he'll make sure to tell the hired butcher to make it a quick clean kill so they won't even have to suffer for long.

The Saburovs won't even get on your case, people die all the time in this town and... you and your spouse are simply not important enough to cause a stir over, no offence. You know he loves you, right? But facts are facts, and this is actually rather convenient for him that you're an average person. It's why he can take you on these lunch dates around town freely and no one bats an eye.

What's that? You don't want them to die?

Ah, well that is quite the pickle huh? And he's not just talking about the one in his sandwich.

There is always option B, leaving the town together. He never planned to take over the family business, and he heard the Capital is lovely at this time of year.

The two of you can start over there, get properly married and well... live life.

But this also means you'll have to abandon all of your friends and family here and never ever return. It is literally social suicide to just up and go sneak into a train in the middle of the night and leave everything behind.

See how inconvenient that would be? I mean where are you two supposed to spend your holidays then if he can't bring you home to celebrate with father and sister?

Which is why the first option is clearly the easier one, so what do you say? Let him kill your spouse? pretty please?

If you feel sad about it afterwards, don't worry. He will spare no amount of money to cheer you up.

His father is fully supportive, surprisingly. Love is love and all of that.

-

The ever noble Daniil Dankovsky would directly go to your spouse to settle this matter over with.

His courtship with you has been rather public, a scandalous affair even as he spoke plainly about his clear affection for you to any person who asked. He abhors lying and doesn't see a point in pretending that what the two of you share is anything but love.

You care for him, and he cares for you too.

Daniil's convictions and reputation are a double-edged sword. They could either shield you from the social repercussions of infidelity or spell your doom and dig your grave for you.

Your friends are aware, your family is aware, and even your own spouse is aware. The one thing preventing your reputation from spiralling down the drain, is the fact Daniil is a gentleman and took it upon himself to knock at your family's door and explain himself and his intentions to them.

It's very hard to deny his sincere feelings. By all definitions, he is still a respectable and educated man. The Bachelor is walking on thin ice.

Daniil paints himself as the clearly superior choice. His methods are a little unorthodox but surprisingly effective as the most conservative of the townfolks find his crusade to earn the right to properly marry you fair and square rather than start a sleezy affair, a little admirable.

Who cares about losing face in this nowhere town when you'll gain double if not triple the prestige in the Capital just by being his spouse?

What really matters is your family, he understands. And he'll make sure they love him, he'll go above and beyond to show that he is the best son in law they could dream of.

Daniil would be one of the people who would hold themselves back from crossing intimacy boundaries while you're still married. A simple kiss on the back of your hand is the most touch you'll ever feel from him.

He just doesn't like it, the label of an affair. As if it is his fault that someone much less qualified just happened to arrive sooner. If anything, he has always been an advocate for divorce despite it still being a controversial topic.

He genuinely believes that if he proves himself and his noble intentions, then people would eventually understand that if he asks for your hand directly and courts you with honour and dignity, then things must go his way.

Because at the end, you two love each other and he knows that. This isn't some desperate bachelor chasing after shadows, this is a man with a solid conviction and a clear goal, a man on a mission to win over his beloved and earn the right to call himself your husband.

-

I think between all the characters you could cheat with, Georgiy Kain is simply too golden of a choice to pass on.

The judge, you're cheating on your spouse with the man who officiated your wedding himself.

Also, a whole judge, an epitome of ethics, a founding father of law in this town, an advocate for justice.

He'd be content with keeping your affair more on the hush hush side, so would Victor.

Any character with something major to lose or who knows their relationship with you doesn't fit the label of socially acceptable, would keep your relationship a secret, and think it's the best if you stay married.

Some characters like Aglaya Lilich might do it for your own safety, so you won't become a target for the powers that be as long as you have a cover relationship.

Or General Block, who knows there is a big possibility he won't make it out alive from the war. He'd rather you never become a widower, let him be a fleeting love instead.

Anyway back to the judge, it would be extra delicious if the affair started on the wedding day itself.

You're dolled up in your wedding attire, be it a fluffy white dress or an elegant sleek suit, a traditional ceremony outift or a casual and breezy wear.

The church is empty, you've arrived her much earlier than everyone. You can't help the feeling of emptiness inside you, gnawing at you that this is the wrong direction to head towards, that this couldn't be what your life amounts to.

But you swallow it down, the acidic mouthful of resentment and regret.

And you see the judge in there, much earlier than the rest. He always liked things to be done as soon as possible, it's only thanks to him that the town legal system is running at full efficiency at any hour of the day.

You look at him and force a smile, a polite greeting. People respect this man beyond believe, some marvel and aw at the Kains as if they were gods walking amongst men.

Yet you can't bring yourself to care at this moment or give more than a tight smile.

You look so pretty, so lovely... it's supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

So why...

You're crying before you realise it, soft tears streaming down your cheeks. Salty and bitter, mournful of a future you've lost, of a doomed life awaiting you outside.

And he simply... gets it. You don't have to speak, you don't have to explain your situation. He knows, of course he does.

He doesn't hush you, he doesn't rush you. He treats you with the dignity of a capable adult even in your most low moments, with the respect of an equal to him rather some lost fawn awaiting rescue.

How shocking it is to receive this treatment after your family and friends pressured you into this marriage because they saw no worth in you otherwise, no hope for you or your future. They didn't care for your brilliant mind or your fragile heart, they thought being someone's spouse was all that you could amount for.

And there he is, the judge himself, appeasing you as someome of equal importance and intelligence to him.

A man of many talents, a grand philosopher and an inventor truly seeing you for the unpolished potential that you are. The hidden gem amongst the rubble, witness the soul beating and screaming caged by your bones to remain content with this average unfulfiling life.

Someone who believes in you, that you can overcome this on your own. You don't need his help, you never needed anyone's pity or grace.

But his affection? Oh, that he can offer you. To let him be the one to steal away your kiss on your wedding day before your spouse ever could.

He's more than content with just one, a simple short kiss that made him feel things he thought were long gone with his youth.

But you pull him into a second then a third, a hunger awakening inside you. A lust for genuine companionship and understanding rather than sexual desires, a lust to taste the lips of someone who shares your mind, to never to have to belittle yourself or water yourself down.

To be understood, a longing to be seen for the brilliant complex soul that you are.

Rather than someone's spouse.

How the wedding day goes without a hitch, you've regained your resolve tenfolds.

How you receive a congratulations letter for your beautiful wedding the next day, an invitation to the Kains' residence, addressed only to your name.

-

I loved writing this, I hoped you enjoyed reading it!

I'm curious about match ups ngl, but I'm absolutely clueless about how they work. I've seen other blogs do it before but I've never participated or paid much attention?

I'd love to hear more if you don't mind explaining it, pathologic match ups do sound fun.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey hello Astra-San!!  How are you?  I hope well!!😊🥰I don't know if you remember me uh?  I'm the one in demand Sabo and the favorite reader in the Revolutionary Army!!  Maybe you recognize me by my font to write!!  😁♥️ I saw that you started your second Sabo Masterlist and thought I'd make a request with him to inaugurate the beginning!!  If that's okay with you and you don't have too many requests, could you write a scenario where the female reader and Sabo have an already established relationship?  Basically they haven't known each other for a long time but is their relationship close to that level where you feel ready for marriage?  And essentially for a reason that you choose, Sabo falls in love with Koala while he stays with you and cheats on the reader?  Can you do a lot of heartache with a happy ending where they get back together?  And also mention what moments from Sabo and Koala's relationship to make it heavier to read?  Like, very very sad but then light of joy?  I hope you don't mind Astra-San!!  Take care of yourself and rest!!  *hugs and kisses*😍🥰❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍🩷🩵🩶♥️

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍 ANON! It's great to hear from you again! (lol, it's always great to hear from some of my favorite followers/requesters) Thank you for sending this in and inaugurating my Sabo Masterlist Part 2! I hope this was angsty enough, I can't tell if it's good enough when my brain is telling me we're not in the mood to cry. I also hope you like it and feel free to hit me up any time!

Warnings: cheating, heartbreak, angst, almost death, happy ending

Word Count: 1750

     Biting your lip, you walked down the hall, deep in thought. While you’d thought everything had been going well with Sabo lately, the blond seemed to be pulling away slightly. He wasn’t as touchy, he wasn’t as cuddly or sweet, he’d been keeping secrets. What, you couldn’t be entirely sure, you were revolutionaries, secrets were a part of the job, but this felt different. When he had to keep a secret from you for RA reasons, he’d always tell you it was for RA reasons and that he couldn’t tell you. This was different, more closed off than he normally was. You’d thought about bringing it up with him but something was stopping you. A feeling in the pit of your stomach. Every time you thought about asking him your stomach would start to flip, your heart would clench, and your breath got caught in your throat. Almost like when you fell in love but in the completely opposite direction of feelings. 

     Sabo smiled at the young woman in front of him, gloved hands gently fingering her ginger hair before placing a gentle kiss to it.

     “You’re breathtaking, you know that?” Sabo asked softly, smiling at the, now giggling, girl.

     “Not as breathtaking as you, chief.” she almost purred, putting an emphasis on ‘chief’, the title making a shiver run down his spine. Her hands slowly ran up his chest, feeling the muscle hidden under all of his clothes. She’d seen him topless before and knew what he looked like, the sculpted body underneath. Grabbing him by his cravat, she pulled him into a passionate kiss. This happened whenever they had a spare, private moment and until their ship returned to Baltigo, they had plenty of private time.

     Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself down, Sabo had just gotten back and you needed to pay attention to where you were going before you ran into something. Looking up, you almost wished you’d stayed in your thoughts. Your feet had brought you to the rec room. Why? You weren’t sure, but standing there, watching the scene in front of you, you honestly didn’t care. You didn’t want to admit that things made sense now, didn’t want to accept what you were seeing, but it was clear as day, it couldn’t even be mistaken as ‘it’s not what it looks like’. Sabo’s hand was behind her head, tangled in her hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, large breasts pushed up against his chest. Their eyes closed as they stood there in a passionate liplock. The room was oddly empty, save for the two of them and now you, standing at the door. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks, your hands shaking, your heart clenching before breaking. Maybe if you’d been able to form a coherent thought, you’d have come up with something better, but in your current state of mind, all you could do was forcibly rip her from his arms before swinging, your fist connecting hard with his cheek. As soon as he was stumbling back, you were running out of the large, empty room, running back to the room you’d started sharing with Sabo. 

     It wasn’t hard to gather up your shit, wasn’t hard to move back to your old room, and it wasn't hard to lock yourself in said room. Belo Betty had taken to comforting you whenever she could, letting you cry into her shoulder as she comforted you. As a commander, she couldn’t always help, but she did her best, taking you food, holding you, letting you cry, and giving you a ‘leave of absence’. She’d also taken it upon herself to tell the entire base that Sabo was a lying, cheating sack of shit before he or Koala could even think of ‘damage control’. While you weren’t witnessing any of it, the two of them had plunged themselves into a world of hurt. None of the commanders talked to Sabo unless necessary and the amount of back talk was surprising. A number of Koala’s close comrades completely ignored her, Hack had outright told both of them how disappointed he was, and while they couldn’t confirm anything, Dragon seemed to call on Sabo less. 

     Running a hand through his hair, Sabo flopped back onto his bed. Things hadn’t been going well with Koala since you’d found out, the young woman badgering him constantly about different problems she was having. People were shunning her, why didn’t anyone want to talk to her, all she’d done was love him, how could they do this to her. It was grating! Had she been this demanding before? For as much as he saw Koala, he was the opposite amount of you, having locked yourself in your room and given temporary sabbatical from both Betty and Dragon. The former of whom was doing everything she could to comfort you. 

     It wasn’t until he saw someone helping you carry your things down that hall that he’d been told what was going on. You were leaving on a long, deep cover mission. His heart dropped into his stomach. How could you just leave? Why were you leaving? There were other revolutionaries who could take the job, why you? He’d run to catch up with you, grabbing your arm just outside of headquarters, a desperate look in his eyes.

     “Why?” he asked softly, his voice catching as his heart pounded. He knew he’d cheated on you, knew that you were no longer together, knew that he’d lost you. So why did it suddenly feel more real now? Why did it feel like it was too late now? Like he had no hope anymore. His world felt like it was crumbling beneath him, the light that brightened his very life was gone, leaving him in cold darkness.

     “If you don’t know the answer to that, you’re dumber than I thought.” you said bitterly, yanking your arm from his grip. He swore he could hear his heart hit the floor, hear it shattering like glass. As if living in a dream or watching a slow moving wreck, reality suddenly hit him like a cannonball to the gut. He’d done this. He’d driven you away. This wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare. A nightmare where he cheated on you for Koala, one where he hadn’t treated you like he should have, hadn’t loved you like he should have. Except a person could wake from a nightmare, this… this was real, it was actually happening, he’d lost you, you were leaving. Tears began to run down his cheeks as he stood there staring at your retreating form, a million thoughts running through his head, yet one stood out. Stop her. He’d never moved so fast before, standing there one second, his arms wrapped around you the next. Sobbing into your shoulder as he held you tightly, clinging to you, muffled apologies as he shook. You couldn’t leave. 

     “Let go of me.” you hissed, struggling in his grasp, only to have him hold you tighter.

     “No, no I’m not letting you go! I’m not ever letting you go! Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please, please don’t go.” he sobbed. What had he done? He couldn’t lose you, he… he needed you. Ever since that day that you’d caught him and Koala, his life had slowly spiraled into hell as he realized how much he cared for you. Looking back at every moment with her, every hug, every kiss, every tender moment, there was a constant, an aching in his chest, like he was breaking his own heart as well as yours. An ache he hadn’t noticed before, hadn’t noticed till now. Why hadn’t he noticed it? His head spun as his hold on you loosened. Pushing him off, you spun around to tell him off, only to scramble to catch him as he fell. His body was limp in your arms, unconscious as you kneeled there with him. As much as you wanted to hate him, as angry as you were with him, you couldn’t leave him here like this. Couldn’t just walk away like this.

     He’d never been unconscious for this long. Even after his memory returned, he’d never been out this long. The doctors found the reason for his state. A drug. One that had been in his system for a while. It created euphoric sensations at first, feelings of love, joy, thrill, passion! Something probably put in his system months ago, something meant to kill him. A drug derived from a deadly plant, one named Loving Death. After the fact that before you died, you’d feel nothing but love and joy. He wasn’t supposed to have felt anything but happiness or love, wasn’t supposed to feel pain or sadness. The drug was supposed to completely block the ability to feel those. Iva had managed to clear his body of the toxin, to keep him from dying, but how long he’d stay unconscious was anybody’s guess. 

     Rousing from his sleep, Sabo’s eyes fluttered open. His head was pounding, his heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, and tears were already running down his cheeks as months worth of pain and heartbreak came rushing through him. Everything that had happened felt like a haze, yet at the same time, he could still feel every ounce of heartbreak, he could still remember every tender moment with Koala, could still see the pained look in your eyes. Sitting up, he looked around. Nobody was here this time. When he’d woken up after regaining his memory, you, Hack, and Koala had all been there, but he was alone this time. His heart clenched tighter as the tears fell faster. He was alone. You’d left, he’d lost you. His hands shook as he cried into them, he’d lost you, the best thing to ever have and you were gone. The feeling of a hand on his shoulder, pulling him close, brought him out of his tears, pain morphing into surprise when he saw you sitting beside him.

     “It’s okay. I’m right here.” you said softly, pulling him close, allowing him to cry into your chest. You’d explain everything later, tell him what had happened, that you still loved him, that he hadn’t meant to. Right now, all that mattered was that he still loved you, that you were still together, and that you’d be by his side while he needed you most.

[bi-demon-ium]

You are one super cool awesome creative and neat human!!! You're just fantastic. All over, any which way, from every dimension, you are wonderful

Hi gert!!! Just wanted to say I love your ideas (especially mbs!), and I hope you have a lovely day! <3333

your fanfics make me smile and cry and your gifs and other posts make mine and everyone’s day!!! :D :D ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Hello! Hopping on the tmbs anon love bandwagon to say your tumblr and ao3 are wonderful places to be and have great tmbs content. Sorry if you’ve already received one of these idk who started this but I thought it was sweet. :)

[luckycharms1701]

*comes racing into your inbox*

Howdy Hon!

This is anon “strong independent woman” from a couple days ago and I just read your post. *deep inhale* This is going to kind of a love bomb rant so please be warned of incoming aggressive affection.

First and foremost I want to congratulate you on writing something that made me cry. I was literally just sitting on my couch, absentmindedly glancing at your tumblr when the tears started to fall.

I really really struggle with letting people love and take care of me because for the longest time I thought my only value in life was my ability to be useful to others. So reading your tender little scenes with some of my favorite characters was like a slap to the face (affectionately). Talk about a wake up call. I don’t know what it is, if it’s because I feel closer to our boys or something, but seeing them in this manner helped me realize that’s it’s ok to let people love and take care of me. That the love I so desperately try to share with others, it’s ok to come back to me. It’s been a lowkey earth shattering revelation for me of late let me tell ya. *shakes head before smiling softly and pulling you into an excited hug* Thank you for your patience with my constant badgering your inbox and for the incredibly thought responses to each of my requests. I admit to lowkey stalking your blog (my gremlin friend is not happy with me for spamming her so consistently 😈😅) It really just highlights the valiancy of your character and what an absolute gem of an individual you are!

Your snippets are lowkey making a difference in my life and helping me be healthier in the way I think about myself, so just…thank you Honey. From the bottom of my heart thank you. 🧡🌷

howdy anon-chan!!

first, thank you for the sweet words about my writing! i am so happy to hear that my silly little stories are making a difference in someone’s life. that’s like the best christmas present i’ve ever gotten!! 😊

i am also happy to hear that you’re learning to accept love for yourself!! i know it can be a struggle, but i believe in you, and so do the boys! they are so proud of you! you have so much value just by existing, never forget that.

you are welcome in my inbox anytime!! thank you for sending in requests, i’ve enjoyed stretching my writing muscles for others. your gremlin friend can deal with it lol 😝

you are very welcome, i am happy to help! here, have some lily of the valley! they represent my wish for your happiness. 💐