#more ts content dropped When...

[6okuto]

(The anon with the hella lengthy ask abt her 3 ts mcs 👍👍)

OAJSIAJSJQ I JUST GOT TO OPEN TUMBLR TODAY AND SAW UR REPLY IM GIGGLING RN (im lowkey curious abt ur hypothesis on who i am but atagwyxueue im not exposing myself not today 🙏)

Alchemist mc has a,, uh ig sort of poly ¿¿¿?? Wigh leander and mhin?? (Sjmilar case with unnamed mc with ais+vere) I still havent fully decide yet but yeah in any case shes basically with them togethe 🧎🧎 ALSO HOUND MC OMG I RMMBR THAT SCENE Where whrjr mc gave a glare to kuras and he was like im not easily intimidated cryixng 😭 thats literally their dynamix 😭😭 ALSO ALSO TYSM FOR UR KIND WORDS IM GON CRY U CANT DO THIS TO ME HOWRE U SO AMAIZNG HOLY SHT 🥺🥺🥺😢😢💓💓💓 HPPE UVE BEEN TAKING CARE OF URSELF PLS SHAKES U RMMBR TO STAY HYDRATED STAY SAFE EAT UR MEALS GET ENOUGH SLEEP AND MOST IMPORTANTLY RMMBR THAT I LY SM URE VV AMAZING AWESOME SHOW STOPPING GORGEOUS AND ALL THE GOOD ADJECTIVES IN EXISTENCE 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

(Srry i had to turn these into smol fonts i dont want to take too much space aa- Also atggeucheje can i be one of ur emoji anon 👈👈👈?)

dont worry ur identity is safe bc its been so long i forgot my own hypothesis 😘🩷 /hj POLY WIN!!! u r so so real. leander and mhin is. woah. a duo to come home to. oh that's quite interesting actually stay awesome EXCITED 2 SEE HOW THAT GOES!!! & i am doing alright 🫶 somebody remind me to put my fucking sunscreen in my bag. + I SHAKE U BACK AND MIRROR UR WORDS!!! everybody drink water its getting hot out...eat some fruit. ive been eating so much fucking mango oh my god

AND YES OFC! pick any emoji ud like 👩🏻‍💻🤞

[churipu]

I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. you’re so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because i’m scared they take a look at it and be like “you cannot be srs”. Idk if it makes sense but oh well😭😭

can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you sm😭🫶🏽

YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader

warning. cursing

note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')

GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings — he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.

so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.

he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away — gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.

but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.

it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?

his y/n.

so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah — he was scared.

and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.

"y/n, can we talk?"

you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."

"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.

his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."

that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."

it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."

and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.

"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.

gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all — you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.

"i..love you so much." was all he could say,

"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do — so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.

and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."

that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.

so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light — he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.

he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.

NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.

everyone except for you, unfortunately.

usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days — he hasn't been getting that.

instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.

nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work — he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.

obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.

it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.

it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.

you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up — that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.

"y/n?"

oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor — he said nothing, not even a hello.

nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.

that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."

nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"

that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?

nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"

you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."

nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."

his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.

nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."

but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him — and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.

"you're ignoring me, hm?"

"what? no— i just didn't hear you calling out to me."

don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.

"why're you running away, brat?"

"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance — what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.

"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"

that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him — sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.

"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."

sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it — but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).

"that's it?" that's it? that's it?

you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"

"no one. me."

he flicks your forehead, "then stop."

if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual — and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.

keyword: tries

he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[shoyudon]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 .ᐟ

starring. toji fushiguro x fem! reader

heads up. cursing, toji being soft as hell, let's just say he's not an assassin and he lives a (fairly) good life with you.

note. toji's shown too much of a cold, hard, and stern guy in the few times he's been on screen. i feel like he's privately clingy — and he likes being the small spoon. just a thought.

"hey, baby," you sighed out in exhaustion — dropping your bag onto the bed where toji was laid on, "i feel like 'm going to pass out soon."

toji grunted, but he sat up straight, eyeing your every move, "your boss is shit. that's why you need to quit and just sit still here at home," he mutters out, stretching his limbs.

"and who's going to pay for my stuff?" you ask, taking off your socks and throwing them inside the laundry basket just by the bathroom door — you unbuttoned your light blue flannel shirt, slipping it off in a rush before throwing the fabric inside the same basket.

"me. i work too." he scoffs.

"i know, i just don't feel great knowing my stuff was bought from the money coming out of my boyfriend's pocket," toji shifted on the bed, kicking the covers off of him.

he blew his bangs in annoyance, "so? 'ts not like 'm complaining, i want to do it."

smiling, you gave him a knowing look, "i know— 'ts just . . . i know i can buy my own stuff, you can save your money, for your own stuff. i don't want everything i have to come from your money, i feel awful," mumbling whilst swiping a wet cotton over the skin of your face, letting the make up seep in.

"your stuff is mine too," he steps behind you, taking a good look at what you're doing, "so stop thinking of shit like that."

"like what?" you nonchalantly asked.

toji rolled his eyes, grabbing your waist and proceeded to toss you onto the bed. with a soft thud, you landed — staring at him oddly, "why did you do that?"

"no reason." he mutters, crawling towards you before placing himself in front of you sideways; your chest pressing onto his back, "quit the damn work. you have a shit boss, shit co-workers, and shit work." small spoon.

slinging an arm around his neck and a leg draped over his torso, you chuckled softly, burying your nose into his hair, "you know i can't do that, right?" big spoon.

his body vibrated, signaling a groan out, "why the hell not?"

"come on, where else am i going to get my money from?" toji laced his fingers with your own, squeezing your hand tightly and then loosening his grip before tightening it back again — on repeat, "i know, baby. but what else am i going to do at home without you, hm?"

"i could care less about my shit work too." he spat out, bringing your hand to his lips.

"and then where are we going to live? pay rent? eat food?" you asked, voice lacing with amusement, "or how are we going to eat in our go-to without money, huh?"

toji huffs out softly, "as long as i'm homeless with you, i guess."

"you're silly, you know?" you squeezed his hand this time, although not as tightly as he did before, "but it all comes back to my first answer, 'm still not quitting my work."

toji shifted a bit, pressing his back onto your chest more, "can't stop ya', can i?"

"nope," he sighs out softly in response to the curt answer — which he expected, by the way.

"you're stubborn."

"right back at you," you murmur out into his hair, patting his chest a few times before consistently rubbing up and down; toji breathing out in content, "toji, can you move now?"

" . . . why?" he asks, voice hoarse and slow like he had just woken up.

"i need to shower. i stink," toji didn't budge at all upon hearing your answer. he was one of those people who believed that showers are a bit pointless — which is extra stupid (you think).

"do it tomorrow," he mutters out lazily.

"i wanna do it now, i feel sweaty," and there he goes pretending nothing was ever said; this always happens, especially when you were coddling him, "toji, move."

"no."

"move or you're getting the small spoon ban," toji scoots over a bit in response, letting you move freely as you like; somehow his no talk, action only made you stifle back a laugh, "you're a big baby."

"'m not, the position didn't feel nice or shit." he lies (not so) smoothly.

"right, i'll be back after the shower then we can cuddle again," you stood up, ready to leave when you hear him mumble incoherently under his breath, "what was that?"

"fuck, nevermind."

"right," you narrowed your eyes at him, "i'm going to go then."

just a few steps out of the bedroom door, you turned your heels and peeked your head into the room, "and by the way, yes, you still get to be the small spoon, don't worry."

"i still get to be the small spoon or whatever the fuck you call it, right?" loud and clear.

© shoyudon 2024 . no copying or reposting allowed !

[akaakeis]

missed. | oikawa t.

synopsis : oikawa tooru and yn are 21 years old, and they are nearly an entire day's flight away from one another. they're not only separated by distance however- they somehow always have conflicting schedules. they used to be really good 'friends' when they both went to aoba johsai, but now they keep missing each other.

oikawa tooru x f!reader (im sorry, i know if i try to make it gn i'll end up making a lot of mistakes because i default to fem :(( )

ongoing haikyuu mixed smau!! (meaning there is written content along with social media elements!!)

taglist : open .ᐟ drop an ask or dm to be added ◡̈

playlist : here .ᐟ will be updated at some point <3

cw + notes : guys this is my first smau please be kind bsbjejdn - there will be lots of pining, lil bit angsty but will have a happy ending (im a wuss i cant do hardcore angst), there may be lots of cursing not sure yet, kys + kms jokes will be present, p-ts tooru but 2016, reader is a university student, characters will probably be ooc, my humor may be unfunny (つ﹏⊂)... also!!! im basing this smau off of lyn lapid's song "cross ur mind"

(special thanks to @causenessus for letting me yap to her about this idea!! got me sm more excited to start working on it)

(ALSO thanks to @bokukos for agreeing to help me w all the messages!! labelling you as my cowriter)

introductions :

₊˚⊹⋆ the cafe study gang || seijoh's best 🤷‍♂️

chapters :

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ prologue -- landed

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ 01. an uncomfortable reunion (new .ᐟ)

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ more tba .ᐟ stay tuned ◡̈

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi isn’t normally a drinker until he’s dragged out to karaoke with the rest of the team after a win.

warnings: sfw! tipsy nagi / alcohol mention, he’s a pro player, no other warnings just super soft! note: i’ve had this idea in my mind for a bit + i finally got round to writing it <;3

nagi seishiro is tipsy.

it was a rare occasion, he rarely drank never-mind to the extent of it actually having any effects, he thought the hangovers were bothersome and it wasn’t exactly recommended as a pro-athlete. but the team— specifically reo and isagi had roped him into a few celebratory beers with karaoke after their win before he’d text you a few hours later to pick him up early with a wanna come home now, ‘m sleepy :x

but you know he’s had enough when you watch nagi almost trip over his own two feet on his way back from the bathroom with a little “ow”, after denying just that before his looming stature was shuffling down the hallway and his head whips up to blink at you with drowsy, lidded eyes in the hopes you didn’t see.

but you did, and just when his lips part to grumble about it, you laugh—it’s warm and pretty and something that sounds so much like home, that it makes him consider trying to actually fall just so he can hear it again.

nagi makes it three steps into the living room before there’s a puffy cheeked pout on his face and his eyes are on you as he mumbles out a “hey, quit laughing at me.” his cheeks are painted red and his snowy hair is messier than usual but you’ve always thought he looked pretty in the glow from the kitchen. he softens, sighs sleepily and because you love him, you catch yourself sighing too, a content sort of sound.

“are you sleepy, sei?” you giggle, a little amused before you narrow your eyes at the striker as he fiddles around with him phone in his hand — rotating the screen clumsily as he tries to load up his game but the sound of your voice brings his sleepy gaze back to you. he rocks forward with a few slow blinks and another cute pout before he stumbles towards you again, and he really looks like he’s in love.

“mhm, ‘ts such a pain.” nagi drawls, low and a little slurred, the alcohol making his usual lazy tone of voice a little whinier before he stops just before you on the couch, slumping down between your legs to flop on top of you instead of returning to his previous seat next to you with a grumble. you hear his knees hit the hard floor beneath him as his arms wrap around your waist and you notice the slight fogginess that still lays over his lidded gaze when he blinks up at you from your stomach.

you giggle again, shuffling under him and scrunching your nose at his sudden weight “sei, move!” you grumble and he only allows his bottom lip to jut out into a makeshift pout as his arms around you tighten.

“don’t wanna, ‘ts comfier here.” he huffs, eyes dropping and he knows he’s probably going to complain about the ache in his neck tomorrow given the awkward positioning, but right now, he nuzzles into you anyway.

“you’re squishing me!” you add, voice lilting to a tease and nagi sighs, only moving slightly to guide one of your hands to smooth through his hair before he nuzzles into you.

“what a bother, gimme kisses and i’ll get up.” he sighs again and you’re surprised at the sudden straight forward request for affection from your usual lax boyfriend. but he hums when your fingers comb through his hair and you know it’s less because he’s tired and more because he’s home, watching him shoot you one of his more affectionate looks before he places a softer kind of kiss onto your skin through your clothes.

“do you wanna get up and go to bed?” you laugh, craning your head to lean forward and place a kiss to his forehead and nagi yawns before he nods his head and his arms around you seem to squeeze even tighter.

“nah, don’t wanna. wanna stay here a lil longer.” his words are quiet and you smile as he leans forward to place a sloppy kiss to your lips before he rests his chin on your chest.

“pretty thing.“ nagi mumbles a beat later, blinking up at you while his words still slightly slur and you can’t help the snort that leaves your lips when the sudden tender confession leaves his pouty lips. “how much did reo make you drink?” you reply, slightly teasing but you continue to scratch your nails through his messy hair anyway, just to watch him lean into your touch like he always does.

“hey, don’t be mean to me.“ nagi sighs, turning to place a tender kiss to your wrist before his eyes close again, his voice smoother when it sounds once more like he was steadying himself “alcohol ‘s such a pain, i just wanna play video games.“ he groans at the realisation of what’s coming when he wakes up tomorrow, but he hiccups before breathing deep and softening, mumbling this time when he blinks up at you “you gotta carry me to bed now, can’t get up.”

you soften, lean in, press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose and you giggle at the way his eyes close, feeling his fingers squeeze at the dip of your waist when you pull away “no fair, wasn’t done yet.” he breathes, and by the tone of his voice you can tell clarity is slowly getting a grip on him again.

you nod your head, amused and lean in again when he meets you half way with a pout, because nagi taught you that happiness is just as simple as this — him nuzzling into your stomach between slurred words and stolen kisses as your fingers smooth through his hair.

nagi seishiro is tipsy, but he loves you everyday, just the same as always.

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[sweetpinkchampagne]

gentle love

pairing: simon riley x fem reader

synopsis: simon has been feeling guilty about his work hours and how unpredictable they are - leaving dates cancelled, and the bed cold when you go to sleep. he comes home to your sleeping figure.

warnings: noooneee :)) just toothache inducing fluff, seriously u needa call the dentist, sexual innuendo

note: hellooooo!!! omgg :) im so scared to post this u have no idea, i typically write in a different style and for stephen strange but something just came over me (you get it, i know you do) i hope you enjoy, please leave feedback or any comments you'd like i love you all so so much <33

heavy, unforgiving boots trudged through your home tracking mud before being pulled off as well as his heavy tactical vest that he dropped with a grunt.

"baby..??" simon called out to you, assuming you would be upstairs as he made his way towards your shared room. his gaze softened as he saw your sleeping figure clutching the pillow from his side of the bed that he guessed smelled of him. cute. your hair was covering your face messily and you were curled up into a ball. a moment of guilt struck him. he wished he could give you the romance you deserved, the date nights and planned holidays - but he was either on call or on deployment. it made the moments you had together even more special to him. he gently opened the door to your ensuite to run a shower, careful not to wake your sleeping figure.

hot water poured down his face as the heat fogged up the glass. memories of you sharing intimate moments in the shower together ran through his mind. not just sex, but the type of showers that unearthed the gentle love the two of you shared. it was only with you that he felt comfortable dropping his cold exterior, 'ghost' if you will. with you, he was always just 'simon' and you loved him more than anything in the world. he wrapped his torso in a freshly washed grey towel as he studied the cuts on his face he had gained ealier in the night. they would worry you. he knew that.

he slipped on his signature grey sweatpants that hung loose on his torso, exposing his chisled v-line, something he often slept in, shirtless n sweats. he was unaware you were awake, smiling at him as he tried to be as quiet as possible. it was 2am. he always mentioned the awful feeling he was used to experiencing at work, the feeling of 'being watched' and in order to combat that, he learned to be hypervigilant, but not with you. never with you.

"hi si.." you yawned sleepily smiling at him and he whipped his head around and met your smile with one just as big. he walked over to the bed abd your eyes couldn't help but wander to the sweatpants that swayed as he walked.

"oh lovie.. 'm sorry baby - tried to be quiet for ya.. know it's late." he huffed as he knelt beside you and kissed your lips gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"your cheek! oh my god simon.. you.." you said panicked as your gently cupped his face, tilting his head to study the cuts on his cheek. he chuckled.

"it's nothin' i promise, just glad i came home to the missus..in fact.." he smiled at your flickering eyes, you cared about him so much..simon laughed softly as you squealed in laughter as he pulled you by your legs, down lower onto the bed and spread them apart gently.

"honeyyy, what are you doing- oh.. oh." you looked down at him as he crawled onto the bed, laughing at your assumption.

"psshh, 'ts not that baby, you're half asleep.. jus' wanna get comfy thas' all" he yawned and smiled sleepily as he laid between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face in the plush of your tummy. you sighed in contentment at the feeling of safety that washed over you. your hands ran through his soft hair and he moved his head down and peppered kisses along your stomach, something that in a different circumstance would send butterflies to your stomach but instead, you just felt love.

"goodnight si, i love you" you smiled, looking down at the blonde curls buried into your stomach.

"night lovie, i love you too."

[myjealouseyes]

I Can See You.

HJP x wolfstar!daughter

Fame!au, a little suggestive, unsatisfying ending. (I’ll fix it later maybe. No real plot either. Flirting, fun, and vibes) situationship/friends with benefits kind of situation. Loosely based on the TS song. (Surprising I know.)

The thing no one tells you about being invited to these ‘exclusive’ parties full of A-listers and their cliques is how quickly they go bleak. The room reeks of entitlement, which you’re usually able to deal with pretty well, but this time there’s nothing to help you out this time. The drinks are mild, no one’s dancing, and the music selection is incredibly trashy. You’re swirl the liquid in your cup around as you wonder how long you’d have to be here before it was appropriate to leave when you Feel something brush against your knee.

Harry. your minds puts it together quickly, with the sent of his colongue. The one that makes you feel lightheaded “You’re late.” Is the fist thing you can think to say as his hand subtly moves from your knee up to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. (You’ve never been more grateful for a tacky tablecloth) He chuckles at you as if the pouty disdain you’ve greeted him with his funny. “Fashionably late.” He corrects, drawling circles over your thigh. He use is his other hand to take a sip of the wannabe-liquor you had been hosting rather than drinking.

“You shouldn’t do things like that.” Your tone shifts to something slightly more chiding. “It’ll give people the wrong idea. And something to leak to the press.” The idea doesn’t even seem to bother Harry. He just looks you and takes another, slower sip from the glass. You know he’s trying to provoke you, but you keep watching anyway. His hand rests against the glass, his fingers flexing around it as if they knew he had an audience. “We’ve done worse in public, they’re used to it.” He waves you off as he puts the glass down. He puts a loose lock of hair behind your ear, as if you’re completely alone in his hotel room again. Maybe that’s what he’s pretending. “And would it really be the wrong idea?” He mumurs.

There’s a question you don’t have the answer to. You and Harry have been doing this…thing, for months. It’s a very will they-won’t-they-esque ‘romance’ that you don’t think you could escape even if you wanted to. You can’t say exactly when the friendship was lines blurred into more intimate ones. One second, it was innocent flirting. The next you were spending nights upon nights in his hotel room instead of yours and hiding out in his trailer while he was on set.

You’re not sure exactly what you from it in the long run either. You’re content with what you have now. You can kiss him and feel the heat of his skin on yours whenever you want and not risk your friendship for it. The voices of reason whisper at the back of your mind, reminding you that you won’t be okay with just that forever. Sooner or later you’d have to admit to yourself, at him, what you’ve known for years. But for now you could still ignore it. Pretend it wasn’t there.

“Maybe not.” you reply simply. “But they don’t need to know that.” Your hand lands on top of the one he’s squeezing your thigh with, tracing it slowly. “I prefer our tryst be just ours.” He raises his eyebrow as all but drops the glass on the table.

“Tryst? Is that what you’re calling it?” Amusement floods his tone as he continues to look you over. It’s similar to have a cat looks at a mouse. (You’d let him catch you willingly if that was the game.)

“Whatever it is,” you ignore his question pointedly. “It’s just ours.” His hand slightly tightens on your thigh as speak, his eyes never leaving yours. You’d give anything to see what this looked like from the outside. Definitely not best friends doing best friend stuff. Not that the people around you would notice, they’re too caught up in their own self obsession. “When can we leave?” He says immediately. You like that he doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s very open about what he wants, when he wants it. (Potter boy syndrome.) Right now, and quite frankly always, that’s you.

You only end up staying another thirty minutes.

[zanashair]

— your presences

Ran Haitani x F!Reader

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fluff | female!reader | ib that one ts scene (im sad now)

warning : you're an idol? none.

A/N: hello, here's an old oneshot that i had uploaded on Wattpad but forgot to upload it here, I've been a little dead and unmotivated when it comes to writing, not that i hate it, it's more of a i started to become a little to aware of my way of writing stories, I'll work on that since i have a fanfic i wanted to finish lol, anw, bye for now

The loud cheers from the sea of crowds were the only thing filling up the enormous stadium, you and your idol members continues to keep their energy shined out from the very beginning of the concert till to this very second, your body moved and keep on track to the right rhythm playing in your 'in ear monitor' moving position's and changing turns for each other own part of the song

As you continue to sings all out to your hearts content, you couldn't helped but looked around through the vip section of the seat, hoping to see a certain tall lanky figure with a purple haired and black streaks dyed men sitting somewhere in the vip crowd's 

You threw a glance to the vip section every once in a while, not wanting to be seen as if you were searching for someone specific in the crowds which could grew suspicion to the fans since there is always cameras pointing at them each second. dating was not something banned in your entertainment company, but they gave out a heads up on how those delusional fans could get a bit too rowdy and wild when it comes out to their lovely idol getting their selves a significant other, and it wasn't something that is easy to control...

For what have felt like ages you've been looking out for the obvious purple colored haired men that should've been easily spotted since the hair color stands out a lot, you didn't found him, your heart dropped a bit by the fact you weren't able to find him in the vip crowd, even with the very few minutes break to interact with your crowd of lovely fans asking how their days have been going so far and if they have been enjoying their selves with the performance your group idol have been giving out to them, you weren't able to find him, your bright smile fall off for a momentarily before a forced out one rise back up to your lips

You weren't sad nor disappointed that he weren't there, he has always been a busy man himself, having to deal with their clubs and other businesses work stuff in hand, it were expected that he wouldn't be able to appear and show support in your idol group performance all the time, but he had given out the most sweetest words and promise's on how he will 100% show up on the vip crowd and cheering you like he's your number one fan, but it seems that he got himself busy or maybe something unavoidable happened that he couldn't cancel the plans out

"Y/n, are you ok?" your friend whispered out to you as she sent you a worried expression, you quickly snapped your head towards the girl and nodded telling her that you were more than fine, which she did not believed in the slightest "you're horrible at lying you know~" "do i?" she only let out a giggle and put her arms around your shoulder and proceeds to close her mouth with the back of her hands 

"You're looking for him, don't you?" the mic that each of the idol members were given were all hand mic which you were thankful about since this conversation that had just started were only between you and the member only to know, you then closed your mouth with the back of your hand too and put the right hand which were the hand you were holding onto the mic fell to the side of your thigh "was it that obvious?" she only nodded and once again let's out another giggle

"We could go and search for him in the crowds if you wanted to?" she whispered again with her mouth covered with the back of her hands "isn't that too risky?" sending her a nervous smile she shrugged at your words "we'll just multitask between searching for him and interact with the fans and read their hilarious board too~" 

And just with that, you agreed and started walking to the other 3 members of your group, had a minute talk before you all decided to go a bit more closer to the vip crowd from the stage, looking and interacting a bit with the fans

You and the previous girl that have had been talking with you were walking at the left side of the stage waving, laughing at those creative and funny board the fans held up for you all to read, flashing them smiles and having a short talk and selfies using their phones, but even with all of the stuff you were doing your best to interact with the fans, your eyes kept on searching for him, silently

You were starting to lose hope before you saw a group of 12 light stick of your f/c glow sticks that flashing right at the corner of your eyes, you turned around and were met with the sight of 3 grown man, in suits, one with horribly bright pink hair and the other two with a short and long purple hair, waving your glow sticks at your way, each one of them had two f/c glow sticks in each hand

And there you were met with his beautiful purple gaze, you couldn't helped but let the wide smile crept upon your lips at the sight of it as a laughter bubble up in your throat, ready to burst out from your lips by the sight of them

Rindou clearly seemed like he were too tired to even be there, sanzu were just confused but has kinda gotten the spirit to wave the stick in the sky aggressively, and then there was ran, ran haitani, his gaze screamed "head over heels" and the soft smile has been plastered on him for as long as he could remembered, watching you shine brighter than you already are up on the tall stage, he couldn't helped but let his heart melt a bit at the sight of it

The next thing you knew, without any hesitation, you blowout a kiss to the crowd of fans which made the row of seat squeal in happiness, thinking it were given to them when clearly it were sent to the purpled haired man, but they didn't need to know thay only the both of you do (and rin and sanzu, but not the point), ran reach out his hands for the blown kiss, grabbed it and dramatically put his balled fist on his chest as if had took the kiss you had gave and kept it inside of his heart

Now knowing that ran were 100% in the crowds, watching over you, you couldn't helped but give out an even MORE outstanding performance even after all of the hours, even after your legs were giving out on you and you were breathing in for air, you wanted to give out 1000% of your all 

After the last song were performed, you and your group of friends send out the thankyou's for the crowds and waving them a goodbye before you and the other 4 members disappeared from the stage

At the backstage, you were each given a bottle of water by the staff as they told to every members that they all have done an outstanding performance today like any other performance, thanking for their words one of the other staff called out for your name, telling you that a certain dude named ran haitani were looking for your presence, and with that being told, you took off and ran

looking around for ran in the long hallway of the backstage, you finally found his figure, both hands in each side of the pockets, he turned his head around towards the rapid foot steps that were running towards his way, realizing that it was only you, he sent out another soft smile and he removed both arms from the pockets

"i thought you didn't came! i got so sad when i couldn't find you" and with that, you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly "really now?" he said with an obvious teasing voice lacing in his tone, with your face buried on the crook of his neck, you nodded your head while still hugging tightly onto him "i thought you had to cancel it and had to do other stuff" your words slightly muffled out but still managed to make sense to his ears "i always keep my promises, i am a man of my words after all..." hugging you back tightly, he kissed the crown of your head and let the side of his face fell on top of yours

"and what's with rindou and sanzu coming too? i thought it was just gonna be you?" you lifted your head to look at his eyes "i can't hold all 12 of your glow sticks all alone you know?" you sweat dropped a bit at his words "12 glows stick? why did you got that much?" "just so i can stand out the most" you could only laughed at his statement and shook your head a bit at it 

"i think the suit and purple hair already stand out quite a lot if you asked me"

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[lee-writes-things]

☆ the hawthorne brothers+ avery, max, libby, rebecca, and thea during the eras tour ☆

a/n: co-written by @nutellani and i. this was originally just going to be stored in my notes app because i had a big brain thought but then i decided that tumblr doesn't have enough tig content and i needed to help change that. i got stumped on a few things, so i of course asked my lovely mutual nova for some assistance <3 (tysm!!)

aaaanway, enough about that, here you go:

they obvi went to the concert in texas. they probably got tickets for both arlington and houston bc rich people yk

nash wore a sparkly cowboy hat and so did libby

(idc what you say, in my head, he likes glitter and i will stand on that hill)

in fact they all wore sparkly cowboy hats (xander forced grayson), but nash and libby's were matching

grayson ofc is wearing all black, very rep era but he's secretly a lover girl at heart. he also likes midnights because let's face it- who doesn't??

but everyone convinced him to get his jacket embroidered with "ts" and a few snakes along the sleeves and back to pull together the whole rep look

i don't think i finished talking about nash and libby?? anyway, matching sequin cowboy hats, nash wore a flannel with patches from different albums

him and libby spent a whole night designing it

libby wore a tee shirt from the midnights album

and the night before, nash and libby painted her favorite lyrics on some black cargo pants and some cute lil doodles

nash totally wrote N+L on one of the pockets inside a big red heart because i said so

very cute couple moment

thea is in her rep era because she's a badass so she wore all black with some maroon to make her outfit pop, she got her nails done and everything

girl was drop dead gorgeous

rebecca went with a more simplistic look, lavender flowly dress just under the knee, with a cardigan. yes, the cardigan. rebecca gives off very mellow and soft vibes so i think that's why she went with an evermore themed outfit

now, onto avery. i think her favorite albums is midnights and rep because of the vibe of the songs and overall it is just SO HER and i feel like she wore a shirt with the midnights album cover on it. she also wrote her favorite lyrics from the album on the front of the shirt with a fabric pen or something of the sort. i can also see her wearing a rep outfit too tho!! she is rich so since she could go to two concerts and wear both outfits ig lol

jameson is a total swiftie!! xander is too but we'll get to that next this boy would really like 1989 and a good handful of songs from lover because they remind him of avery

he would wear something 1989 themed but also something sorta flashy, i think

now moving onto max

she for sure loves the love triangle in folklore/evermore but also enjoys midnights

she radiates night owl energy because she'll stay up until 4am to finish a really good plot twisty dark romance novel and the whole track (midnights 3am edition) reminds her of her favorite ships. she makes edits and you can't convince me otherwise. although max does love evermore, she would totally love speak now era taylor and therefore would wear that really pretty purple sparky dress on the album cover!!

xander totally bought it for her

and with max looking like a literal princess, he would be mad blushing

and when he snaps out of his daze, he would tell her how pretty she is because let's face it- max is beautiful

now, as mentioned before, xander is a hardcore swiftie and i will always think this

he is a lover lover, so definitely went with a hat of the colors on the album

totally bitch-slapped toxic masculinity in the face by wearing pretty pastels

and definitely had the jacket from the yntcd MV!!

their favorite eras (and moments i suppose) on tour:

nash: debut, fearless

we love his nomad cowboy vibes

he also definitely vibes along with whatever libby likes too because he's down bad-

anyway

grayson: red

definitely shed a few tears during all too well ten minute version even though he tried to hide it

cus it reminded him of emily

i hate her with a passion

this isn't about her though

he loved the song and performance for 22 since he's in his 20's and his family is always telling him to loosen up

attending this concert definitely helped him

jameson: 1989

screaming along to style for sure!! me and nova were talking a bit about how he fits the description-

Exhibit A, "you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes" is so him!!

Exhibit B, because i said so

me and nova totally weren't fangirling over this, i have no idea what you're talking about-

xander: lover

xander fs would start dancing with max and singing softly when taylor sang lover

and nash caught it all on camera

such a cute candid moment

i love xander+max with everything in me

libby: midnights

more specifically, WCS because she could relate to "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first"

fuck drake

i know that she wasn't a teen when they were in a relationship but she was still young, and he was toxic asf

aaaanyway, she would also love when tay performed vigilante shit

tay slayed so hard (i had to tell myself to turn down the gay because my mom and sister were at the concert with me lmao)

everyone felt things when taylor did that performance, to say the least

ik thea and practically everyone else would be in awe~

thea: reputation

would scream along to don't blame me

and she would sound amazing because there's nothing she can't do bffr

and rebecca would be like "damn how'd i get so lucky"

thea would also love karma from midnights because i feel like she's the type of person to not give af about other people and their opinions cus she knows that bad things are coming their way

"me and karma vibe like that" is so her

but she could also shit talk and stand her ground (and also fight)

i also think that that one part of don't blame me, "don't blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right" and "my drug is my baby" she would sing while making eye contact with rebecca

rebecca: evermore (and folklore obvi)

she would sing and sway softly and thea would take such a beautiful candid photo of her while she sings aksjaja

and when cardigan plays, she would grab thea's hand and dance with her, foreheads touching

this time, xander would take a photo of them like that and it becomes thea's homescreen

thea would also love champagne problems omfg-

rep gf x evermore gf is such a cute dynamic and they slayed so hard

and nowww avery: rep and also midnights!!

would love getaway car with a PASSION

it's just so her <33

"you were driving the getaway car" is very averyjameson even tho the rest of the lyrics aren't lol

she would love mastermind and especially the lyrics "you knew that im a mastermind and now you're mine"

and Paris!!

both songs are so averyjameson coded

"im so in love i might stop breathing drew a map on your bedroom ceiling" and "no i didn't see the news cause we were somewhere else" ajdjjahd

it's THEIR song and i will defend that till the day i die

bonus: i almost forgot to include oren and alisa, im so sorry, im very sleepy!! anyway, oren refuses to wear anything other than his usual attire meanwhile this concert is one ofbthe very few instances where you see alisa in casual clothes. not many people know (other than the hawthornes of course) that she's a swiftie because she always acts so professional. she wears that one red letters shirt that says "who's taylor swift, anyway? ew." and everyone does a double take cus she also has her hair down and doesn't look formal lmao. during some songs avery looks over her shoulder and swears she could see oren have the slightest smile and head-bumping along to the music.

to wrap it all up, they would ALL HAVE THE NUMBER 13 PAINTED ON THEIR HANDS IN DIFFERENT COLORS AND FONTS!!

and also a little extra because me and nova were having big brain moments and i HAVE to include it, it would be a crime if i didn't

They would all scream to paper rings but guess what else?? a PROPOSAL!!

my nashlibby brainrot needed to be included even more:

"i love shiny things but id marry you with paper rings" is so them because even tho they're rich, they value the little things <3

libby is so into the performance, it takes her a minute to realize that the stage screen is on her

she's confused because why would the cameras be on her??

and then taylor would point just behind her to where nash was on one knee

the ring wasn't shiny, it was literally a paper ring

nash didn't have a full on speech planned out

but of course libby would say yes

they kiss, it's on the big screen and everyone (taylor, backup dancers, everyone) cheers

it was caught on camera by practically everyone which leads to their engagement going viral all over tik tok and other media platforms!!

after the concert, back at Hawthorne House, they made a resin/epoxy(i think that's what it's called) mold to preserve the ring, and keep it from getting damaged

and the end because not only can i not think of anything else, but it's 4am while i save this to my drafts-

p.s. huge thank you again to @nutellani, you helped me with this so much when i was having a brain block. you have wonderful input, and i owe you big time!!

(majority of how we got more ideas was thru incoherent fangirling over taylor and tig haha)

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Lavender Haze - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

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Your body was cold, but your hand was warm as snow began to lightly fall. It was December in Musutafu, one of your favorite times of the year. The city just seemed to hold an all encompassing sort of glow – while the days became shorter, the lights burned brighter. Children all around were cradling carefully crafted snowballs in their hands, all the while ducking behind bushes and trees in order to get the jump on their friends. Garlands filled with ruby red ornaments adorned the streetlamps, menorahs were displayed in window sills, and holiday cheer was in full swing. And, holding your hand, your boyfriend.

Turning your head to the right, you find Shoto Todoroki keeping perfect pace with you. He looked perfectly content – his lapel jacket and scarf providing the little warmth he needed. He wasn’t even wearing gloves, but you knew that was because he was holding your hand. Using his quirk, he was able to keep your right hand nice and toasty, relieving the chill that tended to creep down your spine every time you exited your apartment.

He squeezed your hand. “I can feel your eyes on me, what’s up?” He asks, drawing a roll from your eyes.

“I’m not looking at you.” Shoto huffs a light laugh and sends an extra flicker of warmth through your palm.

“You’re right, you’re not looking at me. You’re staring.” His comment makes you laugh, leaning your body into his further.

“Fine. I’m staring.”

“Any reason why?” You frown, slightly, at his question and wiggle your left hand further into the pocket of your down jacket.

“I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Your admission was fair. For the past few months, a frenzy had descended upon you and Shoto. All of the tabloids wanted every detail of your relationship. It was bad enough that you were both Pro-Heroes, but due to Shoto’s standing in the rankings, he was a hot topic. Ever since a picture of the two of you at a fundraising gala went viral, the conversation regarding your relationship became public gossip. Sure, your relationship has been public since the very beginning. Shoto asked you for a first date in the mid to latter half of your third year at UA, and since then, he has been yours ever since. 

It was peculiar – no pictures of the two of you had sparked this much popularity previously. There had been plenty of pictures before, ones much more “scandalizing” than this one, however the public seemed to zero in on one tiny detail; a delicate band of silver resting on your left ring finger.

That damn ring caused an absolute frenzy to occur at every news station and magazine publishing house. You and Shoto could not catch a break. No matter how many times the question was masterfully avoided in interviews, it always seemed to work its way back into fruition.

“I am too.” Shoto’s response was solemn and understanding. This was the first time in quite a while that you weren’t bombarded on the street with fans asking when the wedding was. It didn’t matter that it was your grandmother’s ring that you were wearing in her memory, or the fact that people wouldn’t care to hear your genuine explanations – all they heard were excuses. “But,” he continued, swinging your hands back and forth a little, “let’s try and be in the moment.” He leans down a bit and presses a whisper of a kiss to your cheek, keeping you pendulum of hands going. You smile and nod, letting a timid flush creep onto your face.

“Okay. Holiday shopping it is then.”

It took only five minutes of you and Shoto being in a store for a crowd to descend upon you two.

“Shoto, is it true you popped the question?!” A young fan asked, their eyes boring into the center of your boyfriend’s skull.

“Y/H/N, please show me what your dress will look like! Is it a custom design?” A teenage girl demanded, clinging onto your arm.

“Please televise the whole wedding! It’s basically the closest thing we’ll get to a royal wedding.” Another begged.

You laughed awkwardly as the bombarding questions continued, stepping closer to Shoto, whose arm snaked around your waist almost instantly.

“Um, look guys, we appreciate the, uh… support. But we’re not engaged.” You explain, gripping onto the cashmere sweater you were fawning over earlier tighter. Out of the corner of his eye, Shoto noted that small movement and drew you impossibly closer to him.

“Come on, we can’t wait around forever. Get married or move on so the next person can get in line.” You could hear a pin drop, the room became so silent. Eyes flicked around to find whoever said it, but whoever the perpetrator was didn’t matter. The comment struck the both of you so hard that you were gobsmacked. In a flash, Shoto took the hanger that the sweater was on from your hands and hung back on the clothing rack.

“Okay, we’re done here.” He murmured, shuffling the two of you through the throng of people. 

The cold now, as you exited the store, was much harsher than before.

“I told you, I’m fine. I was just surprised at the comment. You were too!” You say, cradling a mug of hot chocolate in your hands. Beneath a chunky knit blanket and lounging on the plush couch of your apartment, you watched Shoto walk towards you. He himself held a steaming mug, green tea in place of molten chocolate, and tugged some of the blanket over his legs.

“I’m not saying I wasn’t, I’m just saying that the comment was ridiculously out of line.” He paused to take a sip of the tea. “And, I know you’re upset that we didn’t get to finish looking at that store.” A small smile spread across your face but you kept your eyes on your mug. “Y/N?” His voice is softer now, much more cautious.

“I… I-yes, I’m bummed that we couldn’t really spend a normal day out, but I guess I sort of signed up for that when becoming a Pro-Hero.” You say as Shoto laid an arm over your shoulder. “I just wonder when it’s all gonna stop.” Shoto hummed in acknowledgement, massaging a knot in your neck gently.

“I think that all this frenzy will never completely disappear,” he says, keeping his eyes on yours. “But as long as we’re here,” he kisses your cheek, “together,” a peck to your other cheek, “and we just enjoy each other,” a lulling kiss to your lips, “then we’ll be okay.” You sigh in comfort, curling into Shoto’s boy as his hand moves from your neck to playing lightly with your hair. You bite your lip, suddenly, to suppress a laugh. Shoto, of course, notices and raises his brows. “Something funny?”

“No,” you admit, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Just thought a nice plan B was to get married.” His body shakes in laughter.

“Oh, I plan on proposing to you. Just not for the sake of the public.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” A smirk spreads across your face.

“Then the rock on that ring better be huge. You know, so everybody can see it when they watch the live broadcast.” You laugh as Shoto leans his head back over the edge of the couch, releasing a fake groan of annoyance.

“And the flowers?” He asks, egging you on.

“No flowers. I want lavender, dripping from every corner.” You answer earnestly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Shoto contemplates your answer before pressing a smacker of a kiss to your lips, making you shy away in laughter.

“Lavender it is.”

“So, are you gonna propose to me or not? I mean, we’re deciding our wedding before I have a ring on my finger. It’s counting your chickens before they hatch.”

“I suppose so. But, the difference is, I’m telling you – I will propose.” You smile and settle back into his arms.

“Alright then. That’s good enough for me. Is it good enough for you?” You ask.

“It’s good enough for me.”

“Good. That’s all that matters anyways. That we’re both happy.” One final kiss seals the conversation with a wax stamp, putting it out of the way. Off your desk and off of your chest. And now, you two can just stay in that lavender haze.

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Prompts closed while I catch up on the inbox/personal writing! If you don't mind waiting...a month/month and a half, you can still send something? Will open again around mid-December.

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(tho)ugh(ts) no one asked for but my mind has no mouth and must scream

Alfred Pennyworth and Ulysses Klaue doing Shibari/Kinbaku Word Count: 1.3K Rating: E 18+

Tags: images and mention of the following: shibari, bondage, restraints, pain play, (bd)(sm) themes, light degradation, F!Reader, smut, aftercare

Some helpful info before we continue (I am by no mean an expert in this field): - Shibari is the art of rope tying and is about the aesthetic and form of the person being tied and Kinbaku takes it in a more sen(s/x)ual direction.

Here is a neat article for some info and context on the art! Kinbaku @ Museum of Sex There’s a short interview with Hajime Kinoko, a rope artist, and he gives some insight into the emotional depth of the art. Here’s another that touches on why people do shibari: What Is Shibari - Women’s Health

Years ago, I was lucky enough to see a shibari/kinbaku performance/demonstration and it really is truly a beautiful art!

Alfred and Klaue are like opposite sides of the same coin so that’s why this has both! Don’t ask what brought these on cause I’m not even sure myself.

!!! Mind the tags !!!

May contain triggering content

Last chance

Alfred Pennyworth

Alfred loves when you allow him to play to his more dominant side, but he is still soft with you. He loves the art and how tying you up nice and pretty brings you closer to each other. The trust you place in him to never go past your limits, but the encouragement you give him to test your limits is very attractive to him and a turn on.

He is big on you playing just as much a part in this as him. He loves communicating with you about the color of the rope you want or what kind of ties you want to try.

Alfred favors symmetry.

He likes to do intricate knots/ties and loves to appreciate how they shape you. He understands that some of them might be uncomfortable so again, big on communicating with you.

“How’s this, darling?” “Let me know if it’s too much.”

He’s not one for the suspended looks, much preferring you in positions that require you to be lying down or on your knees. Some ties he favors are the mermaid tail, loop chain stockings, arm binder, peach shorts, and he loves weaving designs like flowers/hearts/stars whenever he can.

For some of the more intricate work, he’ll have to put on his glasses. It’s a treat to watch his hands nimbly weave the rope. This time will be used to casually chat about your day or joke around. Alfred makes sure it is a fun and lighthearted experience for the both of you.

Alfred definitely appreciates the way you look all tied up, he loves to run his hands over your body feeling where the rope squishes out your flesh. He’s constantly praising you throughout the process.

“You look so lovely like this, darling.” “You’re doing so well for me.” “Look at you, tied up beautifully for me, like the gift you are.”

Alfred isn’t really one for fucking you this way, he really likes you to be a more active participant; he loves feeling your hands on him too much. If you insist then he’ll rearrange the ties so they are more suitable. The ties while he takes you serve more for fashion over function so they won’t bind you or restrict movement, they just look pretty.

But they are good for grabbing onto! Whether he’s taking you from behind or if you’re on top, he grabs the rope wrapped around your waist/hips/ass and uses it as leverage to fuck you deeper.

Alfred’s safe word for you to use is “subsisto”, latin for “stop” or “halt”.

After a session or if you use the safe word, Alfred will carefully remove your bindings. A bath is in order and he’ll take this time to assess your body as he’s very nervous about the possibility of visible harm done to you. He keeps a first aid kit for you guys handy with salves that he massages into your skin where the ropes were.

Alfred is very susceptible to dom-drop. You’ll need to give him proper aftercare as well! Feedback versus praise is the one that makes him feel much better since it sounds more sincere. Your honesty with him will comfort him.

“I really liked when you...” “Maybe next time we try __ instead?”

Let him take care of you. Thank him for his efforts during aftercare with affirmations that you’re okay and he’ll feel much better.

“Thank you.” “I appreciate when you...” “I’m doing much better now, thank you.”

Physical affection is also a must for Alfred; hugging, holding, snuggling, cuddling him will help come back down out of his head. Doing an activity together afterwards helps him shift back to reality.

Ulysses Klaue

This process is definitely a power play for the two of you to emphasize your submissive side and his dominant side. Where one might expect him to be harsh, he’s very passionate about the process.

Klaue makes most of the decisions, but runs them by you first. You can make your suggestions as you see fit and he’ll always consider them in practice. Your words do not fall on deaf ears!

“I’ll tie it differently then.” “We can try something else instead.” “What about this way?”

Klaue loves asymmetry.

He prefers the form and shape your body takes on over the pattern of the rope. He definitely loves the purpose and function of the ties versus the fashion of them. This means he loves suspending you, loves to get a full view of your body spinning for him. There’s something beautiful about you allowing yourself to be at his mercy. Seeing your legs tucked awkwardly and arms bound, like he’s captured you, stopped you in time right in the midst of pleasure.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” “You’ve no idea how hard it is to keep going when you look like this.”

Some of his favorite ties are chest harness ties, frog ties, waist harness with cuffs, Hojojutsu Capture, and face ties.

The positions he’ll have you in are uncomfortable, but he’ll never do more than he know you can take. It’s also arousing to watch him work at these heavy duty ties, his muscles flexing when he pulls on the rope to suspend you. It’s freeing being in mid-air in such a comprising position where most people, when they’re exposed this way or hanging mid-air, have a tendency to hide.

Klaue is into pain play.

There are no surprises, of course, everything is planned out accordingly. You have complete say in what is used and to what degree. Klaue isn’t interested in the inflicting actual pain so much as he is interested in the dynamic of it. He also likes watching the effect it has on your skin, how warm/red it gets from the sensations he’s inflicted.

Klaue loves to tease you and lightly degrade you while you’re suspended or tied down; feathery touches over your breasts and cunt, rolling your nipples between his fingers, and eventually slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping them until you’re squirting.

“Oh, look at you squirming, just begging for me to touch this pretty cunt.” “Silly girl, just can’t wait ‘til I’m inside you, can you?”

He doesn’t fuck you while you’re suspended. He’ll bring you down for that. Definitely loves to keep you restrained while he fucks you. He also loves to sit back in a chair with you bound on your knees going to town on his cock; his hand twisted in your hair guiding you to take him further into your throat.

Klaue’s safe word for you to us is “Cuttlefish”. Man’s got a sense of humor and it’s not going anywhere. (You cannot change my mind on this, it is locked IN.)

For aftercare, Klaue likes to remove the bindings carefully and slow, caressing your body as the ropes loosen and fall off your form. He kisses your body where the ropes were and kisses your lips affectionately to bring you back from the scene. He holds you and snuggles you until you’re feeling well enough. He brings you plenty of water and snacks. (We all saw that candy bowl on his desk in AOU and he’s got a belly, you can’t tell me he doesn’t keep snacks on hand. It is locked IN.)

Klaue is not always susceptible to dom-drop, but he will drop hard and become apprehensive at seeing visible marks on you. His mood will swing drastically and he’s gonna be angry, not at you, just in general he’s in a bad mood. He likes to be coddled and doted on to help bring him out of this; lay his head on your lap or on your chest while you run your hands through his hair and say some general support and affirmations.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” “You did really well. I enjoyed it.” “I love how you keep me safe during our sessions.”

He’s a big boy who seems mean, but he’s also a big baby.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this blurb! 💕

This is all based on information I know and my understanding, again I do not claim to be an expert.

Here’s a link to a page that has the ties mentioned and more for visual reference! Shibari Academy

[tscritical]

honestly i love this blog sm bc i’m glad that so many ppl are in the same boat as me. i used to love sanders sides it was just such a big part of my life and it truly helped me at times. and without it never would have met some of the most amazing ppl in my life (including my s/o) but the series broke my heart. from the lack of content, to the convoluted plot, to the overpriced merch, to his treatment of the fanders, etc. it’s so sad. don’t get me wrong i don’t hate him (well the jury’s still out on that) but i really want him to improve. want him to see this series to a satisfying end i want him to be able to make content he wants to and had the motivation for (he is clearly burnout) and i want his fans to be replayed for their dedication. but i know i can’t go back to that series if i wanted to so much of the beloved parts have been tainted by my disappointment which is truly so sad. but i’ve also gotten into other stuff that also makes it hard like when i dropped tss i started the magnus achieves (a phenomenal horror podcast that i would highly recommend that’s also complete) it was planned from the beginning and the writer and the rest of team loved it and you could feel the passion in the product. and it is something that i love the relisten to bc there is something new everytime. and we always knew where our money went. the patreon got the an actual recording set up instead of being a microphone inside a blanket fort in someone’s hallway. they could hire a team to help edit. we got bonus content to. whether it was q&as, a table top dnd style game with the voice actors having a great time and even have platforms to aspiring horror writers. (can u tell i like the magnus archive) it’s such a breath of fresh air and would highly recommend it to ppl who deal with the frustrations of tss production

yeah there’s. so much to be disappointed in when it comes to ts stuff. i wish he and the team could manage their shit better. it’s like. so frustrating

like on one hand i wanna get it, cos ive been working on a novel for like. i wanna say three years now, maybe four? and i haven’t gotten much of anywhere. but also i don’t have a patreon backing me up. i don’t have a team dedicated to working on the content. i don’t have any of that. but thomas does have that. and that makes things so much more infuriating

what does his team actually do???? where does the patreon money actually go????? like wtf?????

i just want answers,,,,,, pls mr sanders,,,,,, pls,,,

[thelasttime]

Crush anon <3: word vomit it is ! Tee hee. Basically I've know her for like soo long and I think I might have honestly had a crush on her for close to as long as I've known her, but I didn't even realise I was gay until like 2 years into our friendship and then it's taken me another 2 and a half years after that (1 1/2 years ago) to start facing that I might have a crush on her. I'm literally like v content with just being friends and the way we are right now but sometimes I picture myself with her romantically and I luv it sm too. Like I'd just love to spend every day with her. She's one of my closest friends and I trust her sm and really feel like I can be vulnerable with her which I don't feel with a ton ton of people. This last year and a half or so we've also just been talking tons about our futures and plans and like how we would want to decorate our houses or live or careers or whatever when we meet up too. It like drives me wild. Some of our ideas are compatible and some not but just hypothetically talking about our seperate relationships/ futures makes me want to be like BUT WITH YOU !! I've never actually dated anyone before and she's dated only like 2 ppl but I don't think they were good relationships or v long ones. She's mentioned within the last year or so that she was like I'd like to try out the dating thing again that itn would be nice but I don't think she's actually dated anyone yet and in response I was kinda like haha. Yeah me too. If we did end up dating, id just be nervous that i somehow felt like i was "holding her bqck" from experincing more. But Sometimes I feel like she might be dropping hints but others I'm just lost and like maybe this is just us being close and sharing stuff and talking about things close to us but not nessiciarly saying it's for eachother 😭. We're both about to go back to college so I won't be seeing her for like 3/4 ish months probs </3 but yeah. I'm sure I could literally say so much more haha but that's some of what's been on my mind

She's also like literally gotten me some of the most thoughtful presents and I always try to do the same for her and we've written eachother letters over the years and stuff 😭

Also bonus is that she isn't really a swifite but she does listen to me ramble about ts from time to time <3

me reading this:

[muppetable]

Would you be willing to talk about your journey in the tss fandom? (How you found out about it, first got into the series, how your views on characters and the show has evolved, if you plan on staying after the season finale, ect.)

of course!

so when it first started, i didn’t have much of an interest in it, i’d only ever seen a couple of thomas’s vines. but around like 2019-2020 with covid i needed something to watch, and i stumbled upon ts sides. oh my GOSH i fell in love, it didn’t take long. since it was a youtube series, i didn’t talk about it too much to other people because i doubted they would even know it existed.

then one day at jazz band in like 2021, we were waiting for the band director to get there. (all masked don’t worry lmao) it was one of my first days in animation so i brought my ipad to try to improve, so i was doing that and kinda tuning out the world. but then one of my friends leaned over to another, and showed him a picture and said “look! spidey-virgil!”

and i panicked and i said “wait, virgil from sanders sides?” so that day i found out two of my best friends were fanders! we would talk a lot about it together, discussing theories and ships.

but that time was when episodes were taking longer to get done, other than ads for crofters and youtooz. it was sometime between fwsa and wtit where i kinda dropped out of the fandom. once wtit came out, though, i was immediately hurtled back in. and oh my GOSH! i was completely blown away! the cinematography, the effects, the orange hinting, i was so excited!

not long after the plushies ad, i joined tumblr because i decided i could use more fan content. fandoms are slow to die on tumblr after all! i didn’t even know thomas was on tumblr so that was a fun surprise lmao. i made so many friends and came up with so many ideas, and thanks to drawing sanders sides so often, my human anatomy has improved a lot!!

now i’m taking art requests, posting incorrect quotes on tuesdays and thursdays, writing aus and fanfics, and getting to discuss theories with my friends. it’s an absolute blast. i’m so excited for the finale, i’ll be here for a long time after it!!

[romilly-jay]

Deja-Vu: A Time-Loop Movie With Somewhat Savage, Somewhat Problematic Elements That I Still Love (**WHY**??) And Re-Watch At Every Opportunity

***spoilers -incl a few big ones, but this movie is from 2006 so...***

***content warnings - murder, terrorism, natural disaster, suicide***

This is a movie I still really enjoy, partly because I will do my best to be onside for anything at all with timey-wimey elements and partly because I continue to find Denzel Washington endlessly watchable.

(Side note, I have a long-ago memory that there was a study which found that people with symmetrical facial features are considered [more?] attractive and giving DW as one example - and... there was:)

But, that said, goodness, 2006 does feel like a long time ago.

(Yes, yes, I know - just watched an episode of University Challenge where a contestant nailed the music question from a few seconds of the intro and then confirmed that no, he hadn't been born back when it was released... in the long-ago year of 2000.)

Specific to the cast and creatives on this movie, 2006 was:

Before Director Tony Scott suicided (2012) and LONG before the sequel to Top Gun, planned for shooting in 2013 with Tom Cruise starring and TS returning as director, finally made it to a well-received theatrical release (2022). NOT before Jim Caviezel played Jesus for the first time (2004) though knowing that he had increases the dissonance of seeing him play a domestic US extremist here.

So I was surprised and pleased to find that a contemporary review of the film is still accessible on The Guardian's website, by film critic Peter Bradshaw, who nearly two decades later still writes (some) reviews. Not bad going, PB! Here's the link to the review:

Here's what PB had to say about one of the two, erm, TRICKY moves the film has to make in order to drive the plot forward - making the POV detective care enough about the female MC to go beyond the standard requirements of his detective role and risk his life for her:

Washington's heart is melted by discovering the body of a beautiful woman called Claire (Paula Patton) who appears to have been separately killed by the terrorist before the bombing took place. Some meet-cute this is. She is a drop dead gorgeous gal who has dropped dead. Washington conceives for the spiffing stiff what I have to say is an unwholesome and necrophiliac tendresse. Who was she? How did she fit in? Carlin is astonished to find that a top-secret team of funky boffins can help him...

Tricky, indeed - and on this, the ?fourth? time of watching, it FINALLY occurred to me that Claire is unreasonably pretty in death considering what is supposed to have been done to her [redacted].

The other 'bigly' problematic aspect is the time is spent watching Claire in her underwear/and occasionally in The Altogether... For context, there's a blah mcblah device that allows the aforementioned funky boffins to look back in time four days (i.e. before Claire was killed). Apparently, they mostly want to use this expensive and top-secret device to hang around in Claire's bedroom. CREEPY. Snaps to the one (Black/female) boffin who questions the need and to the writers for bringing the issue into the room but without going one step further and rewriting to make the surveillance LESS CREEPY - Perhaps they'd argue that the ick was the point? Hmmm OKAY.

Sooooo - what did I like about it, again?

Plenty, but my FAVOURITE thing about it is the liminal space we find ourselves in as soon as the DW MC goes to visit Claire's home.

This is AFTER she's been found dead and BEFORE he discovers the Time Spies angle. The scene is packed with things to tell us (SPOILER) that DW has been here already: the unfriendly cat recognises him, there's a glass that turns out to have his DNA all over it, there are bloodied rags in a bin that turn out to be linked to a bullet wound he receives - and, most intriguing of all, magnetic letters on the fridge that spell the message: U CAN SAVE HER.

If she can be saved, why is she still dead? DW hasn't decided to go back in time yet - he doesn't yet know that this is an option - but he's seeing all kinds of signs that will later tell us - he's already been there.

This would seem entirely logical according to philosopher David Lewis - his position was that time travel is philosophically possible but/and would create some outcomes that seem odd to us. For example, events in the past that are *caused* by things that happen later, chronologically speaking. He says that Time Happens Once, so if a time traveller is going to be in a past moment, anything they will do when they are there has already happened. Just like in this scene.

He also says that time travellers (probably) can't change anything - and that if they do, the timeline will split, possibly with multiple universes or possibly with the original timeline disappearing. In practical terms it doesn't matter either way to the time traveller because they could never get back there.

These ideas are reflected pretty closely in parts of the film and I don't think it's a big leap to imagine that the writers were familiar with Lewis's short article from 1975 where he laid out his thinking:

Fun! With Impossible Time Stuff! Fun!! Fun!! Fun!!!