#on a I don’t want peace I want problems Always type beat

[black-star-kunzite]

Started watching Once Upon a Time for the first time lmao and all I can say while mid season 2 is that Rumplestiltskin/Mr.Gold is a terrible person but his crimes are funny so I support it idc. Mans doesn’t even get better fr he just aims his dickishness to other series antagonists/villains that season. Just targeted headassery and I love it every time.

[koiir]

SWEETEST LOVER

Blue lock boys who are the BEST lovers ( I’m bias) Relationships with them { not proofread }

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Chigiri, hiori, reo, isagi, kurona

CHIGIRI H.

Chigiri is the definition of “best friend and partner” he’s rather open to you (having known for years) and also being the person who’s the best boyfriend you can could ask for.

The advice he gives is one of harsh criticism yet the most truthful, many would be surprised by how blunt he can be with you although it shows in how he cares and truly only wants the best for you. If opening your eyes with a hard truth will help then he will take that route.

Although of course, he isn’t heartless. He comforts you with a warm smile, heart beating at how attentive he becomes with you. Giving you the princess treatment one would die for. He knows comfort can differ in various ways, so he will always try and communicate on what you need.

I feel as though chigiri struggles with communication concerning his wants, so he tries to grow in order to be the best version of himself he can give you. Yet there will be moments where this can “problem” can arise and he will always realize his faults.

Other than that, his knack for his wellbeing swells into you as well. Hair is rather important for the guy, so when he comes to you with a grin about a new hair secret, expect a days worth of hair care. The two of you are seen as rather “gossipers” yet you two just find anything and everything interesting. Really, anything with chigiri can turn into an interesting conversation. Thus making him an amazing boyfriend and best friend in one<33 ( I could go on about him but I’ll save that for later)

HIORI Y.

SO UNDERRATED I LUV HIORI. Ugh he’s the sweetest I mean cmonnn…

With his already calm and polite demeanor, falling in love with him is that of a warm spring that flourishes into a bond greater than words can say.

A quick learner, can easily pick up your moods and will give it his all for you! Very much a giver and will cherish whatever you give him, hiori becomes emotional seeing how much you give to him, already viewing your love the best thing he could every ask for.

From his childhood, he was told he was loved, although feeling it would come and go. Yet when you come into the picture, it’s as if he experiences the feeling of being loved for the first time ever. His past one of hallow that now with you, it beams with hope and joy, making him the more doting on you with showing how much he truly cherishes what you have given to him.

The type of guy who would let you drag him anywhere, as his face is filled with adoration for you, soft smile evident as he lets your body take the lead as he follows you to no end. Out and about, would definitely rub your wrist gently before crossing the street whispering a faint “be careful” that causes your heart to race in seconds.

Can’t forgot how he would definitely, want you to game with him. Even if you don’t he finds a way for you to be near or engage with him. Whether that be you seated next to him or him lying across you, the peace hiori has in being close to you is infinite. A safe space he never wishes to let go of.

Seems squishy (don’t ask)

ISAGI Y.

GREEN FLAG I REPEAT ULTIMATE GREEN FLAG. Might be bias but cmon it’s isagi

The boyfriend who literally will do ANYTHING you wish for (as long as it’s reasonable ofc) Follows you around like a lovesick puppy as he comments on places he thinks you would like or you two should go to. Will love to get stuff where it compliments the other, almost as if something that matches.

He once asked you what you were going to wear and showed up with a similar color combo, mind you he bought you two the same shoes for days where you want to match.

The kind of guy who will hold eye contact whenever you talk, even if you can’t hold it with him because of how intense his gaze is. He will continue looking at you as id you’re all he can stare at. How can someone make you flustered without anything at all?? That’s isagi for you

Isagi is someone you admire, someone you learn from even as you two grow in the relationship. His kind heart giving you the courage to try new things as he supports you all the way, words of encouragement making a hue of light shine in your life.

Overall, a loving caring guy who always has your back and a cutie

BACHIRA M.

Bachira just like anyone has his…quirks. Although nothing severe to the point of destruction or hurting you. If anything he’s the most loyal and treats you with such care, fearing that one day you might perish or realize he’s not so called normal.

His insecurities one that you know from the beginning, tending the wounds he has held from years of the past. His reluctance to thank you with the best he can give you, his affection and loyalty to you one of scarce of losing you. He can’t fathom this, you with him. Together. So it’s only natural he wishes to show you what others cannot see.

There’s never a dull moment with him, his vibrant persona melting into you as you intoxicate in the newfound confidence he gives you. Bachira is the type to move you out of your comfort zone, making a break to see you in a new light that he’s lucky enough to see and be the cause for.

His affection spreads throughout every aspect, in public he resembles a dog that clings onto its owner that holds eyes filled with adoration.

His warm hands allowing for yours to bask in his warmth, feeling more as he squeezes yours and grins from ear to ear viewing your flushed expression. “There’s that face I adore oh so much!”

Eyes wander to your figure as bachira sees the shiver in your figure, cold winds swirling around causing you to feel the cold sensation of the winds. His embrace eternal, fitting like a puzzle as he snuggles up behind you swaying your bodies side to side. The norm would be teasing words, yet for now he embraces the delight with you in his arms.

Ah bachira

KURONA R.

Cutest boy I mean cmon he has shark teeth

No matter the time being, kurona can’t fathom that you’re truly his, his mornings being filled with a lovesick smile at the thought of you.

His teeth hold many stories, the most memorable being how insecure he is because of them, smile showing less due to this fact. But the day you tell him to smile, hands on his cheeks as you gaze into his eyes, the crack in his lips breaking as he smiles at you softly.

It’s only natural for kurona to want to be the reasons for your smiles, indulging in what will make your smile come to fruition so he can also gift you with his smile.

His adoration for sharks weaves into you, no matter what he makes a correlation between you. Expect matching trinkets of any shark related item. Plushies that greet you in a pair that hold eachother, his lips spilling the words of “look, it’s us”

What may come to a surprise is his ability to make you swoon with his words, maybe not directly, but on paper. The reassurance kurona needs is spilled onto messages late at night, showing his vulnerability on text because he cannot bear with how you might respond. He knows you would comfort him, although he knows his heart will experience speed to limits unknown.

So when morning dew comes and you wake up with his messages, your heart grows fond seeing just how much the boy wants you to know, his heart is all yours and he wishes to hold it for the eternity to come.

a/n; MONTHSS of not posting anything…prob cause I’m almost out of school and have inspo

edit; guys I’m sorry reo wasn’t added my ass was just tired after writing for bachira😞

[mcverse]

Hey don’t know if your doing KNB anymore but-

Could you do HC’s on all the boys playing with readers hair? Like reader is having troubles sleeping or something and the boys just play with their hair?

✧ Type: HC

✧ Warnings: Hurt to comfort sorta, fluff everywhere, maybe ooc but it’s love man, slight crackhead energy if your squint, curses, not proof read/spelled checked

✧ Side Bar: You said or something so I did something ✨ joke aside I had so much fun with this if you can’t tell. Thanks for the req! this is actually safe for someone 17+ despite the warning for the rest of the blog

Credit: atamanrr on tt

— Akashi

College finals are coming around fast. And you were stressing out.

You weren’t like your brilliant boyfriend, who always guarantee he’ll come out on top every time.

You procrastinate, you mess up, and you forgot. The polar opposite of your King, it still puzzles you to this day why he wants you.

But disregarding all that, you still tried to study to make up for it and it helped a bit that he offered his aid. What a sweet man ugh.

Sort of. Not really.

While he looks completely in his element as he practice quiz himself, GETTING EVER ANSWER CORRECT, you were over it as you sat across from him.

Your lips were borderline bruised as you abused it throughout the session, running your fingers frustratingly through your hair as you feel stumped over a word problem.

Akashi notices, of course he does. He’s an observant person and an attentive boyfriend. It was clear that you needed a break but he knew how stubborn you could be.

So he sets his pen down, getting up to come around to where you are—all of which you don’t notice until he’s pulling you up and dragging you towards the crouch.

“Seijuro?” You question him when he casually drops on the cushions with a deep sigh, dragging you with him. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arms around your lower back and use his free hand to rake his fingers through your hair, albeit much less aggressive than you had, “Sei.” You try again, this time getting a reply.

“You need a break.” He says, never ceasing his movements. If anything he pulls you closer, so your flush against his body, your head on his chest, “No buts. It’ll still be there when you get back.” He adds when he sees you about to protest.

You hate when he’s right. Always at the worst times too. More than he’ll ever know, especially when he gets what he was aiming for easily. Your supposed to be independent.

Instead his stupid warmth was pulling you in, the light scraping of his nails that occasionally graze your scalp slowly putting you into a small trance.

You mumble a quick, barely audible, “Thank you,” as you drift into your first nap of the day. It’s a good thing when you miss the curve of his lips as he glance down at your peaceful expression, otherwise you’ll try and tease him endlessly.

“Anything for you, my empress/prince.”

— Aomine

This was hard for him. No it wasn’t because he can’t show affection. Aomine is actually very affection to his lady, maybe too much that it’s borderline manhandling. You don’t complain.

It’s hard for him because he really hates to see you beat yourself up, comparing yourself in the mirror to his magazines.

Sometimes he wish he never kept them, not liking how insecure you got. He knows they can’t compare to you and you know it too… you just can’t help yourself most days.

He feels guilty each time you tell him that it was okay to keep things like that since you were real and they weren’t. He didn’t deserve such understanding after causing your tears indirectly.

And so every time, Aomine waste zero time in wrapping his arms around you, crowding you so your face was buried in his chest.

“I know,” you whine, eyes wet with weightless tears and nose beginning to drip, but it was the least of both your worries, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. They’re so pretty!” you squeeze around his waist, the very same you can barely reach around.

Aomine listens. He listens and watches every choke cry, every fragile wail, every doe and tearful eyed glance up at his face.

He didn’t bother to explain again that it wasn’t about them being pretty because he knew it would make it worst. He was smart enough to realize that.

It didn’t break his heart any less though. He’s not sure how many more these sessions he can take without getting rid of the whole stash.

Because nothing was really worth seeing you like this.

Aomine sighs through his nose, pushing your head back against his chest after you glance up at him one more time, running his fingers through your hair to smooth you; a method that always worked. He was anxious, despite his calming demeanor—you can hear it in his heart.

The same beat that lore you to close your eyes, clinging on to the man that brings up such insecurities unintentionally. When your shoulders slump, he picks up with your head now rested on his shoulder. He still doesn’t stop his movements in your hair as he takes you to the shared bedroom.

“It’s alright, baby,” he’ll mumble as he lays beside you with his arm under your head for support. His hands still wringing themselves in your hair, but occasionally drift to your caress your cheek as he watches you sleep, “I won’t make you feel like this again.”

He kept true to his word. Threw the whole stash away after waking up from the nap.

As much as he cared for those magazines, he cares about you more. He’d be damned if he let a fake thing mess up a good one.

— Kagami

You have been dating Kagami for a while, almost a year. So it was safe to say he has seen you in all the craziest states you can conjure up.

To name a few: days where you’re too lazy to wear makeup (makeup is genderless) , a few random hormonal pimples, fresh out the shower with your hair sticking to your head like the ring antagonist.

He’s seen it all.

He’s also dealt with your mini tantrums or mood changes that sometime went along with them. That’s what a partner is supposed to do. Take the good and the ugly, not one or the other.

This time was no different, you were getting ready to go out to the shopping center but ever since you woke up, your hair has not been cooperative.

This only led Kagami to assume you were frustrated, especially based on the loud huffs and weird growls you’ve been letting out.

He could hear your down the hall as he’s making a sandwich, cursing as you wrestle with your hair. It’s when you let out a loud ‘“Fucking stupid ass hair be submissive” did he enter your room.

“Babe, are you almost done?” He asks, even though he can see you aren’t, which earns a glare briefly sent his way before you focus back on your hair.

“Do I look done, babe?” You mock back.

There’s the attitude he loves.

Kagami didn’t get it. This was probably the most tame your hair has every looked but your fussing over one off section.

If anything… He’s putting down his sandwich and dusting his hands off with purpose.

“What are you doing?” You shout, watching a he stalks up behind you to rack his fingers through your hair. On a normal day this would be soothing, but he wasn’t doing it to help.

“Taiga, this looks fucking worst!” You whine, slapping his hand away as you stare, mouth agape at the mess he help create.

He simply grins, “I like it.”

“Please tell me that was the clean hand…”

He thinks you look hotter with messy hair. His favorite time of the day was morning because he got to see you first thing, hair wildly misplaced.

— Kise

It was supposed to be a leisure day. A simple day where you can stay inside to finally finish this new Netflix show called “sanctuary”, while not be judged for eating half a cake. Alone.

But then your fantasy is disrupted because your reminded your boyfriend was Kise, and he was never not clingy.

He shows up unannounced, as he always does with his “I miss you so much baby” type shit.

You were a little annoyed, just a little. Your day was all planned out, so it’s to be expected. Just as it was expected to know it won’t go that way due to Kise.

Reluctantly, you let him in because he was a little too upbeat and bright, compared to the darkness and coolness that your apartment gave.

There wasn’t really a different with Kise being there.

Except no personal space and him eating more of your cake then you, which might be a shocker but Kise only ever let’s loose with you.

You were his safe space, and he liked to return the favor, regardless of how little.

Kise was sitting up right on the sofa, while you were laying your head on Kise lap, both of you equally engrossed in the show, and still semi hungry after the cake was gone but too lazy to get up for something else.

You got startled when he subconsciously starts petting your head. Did he think your were a pet or something? But your thoughts were eased away when his petting turns into wringing his fingers through your hair, scratching pleasantly at your scalp from time to time.

There were moments he’ll twirl it around his finger like a little school girl being nervous around her crush. You thought it was really cute, so you had to voice it.

“You’re so cute, Ryo.” you blurt randomly. He still his movements, blinking before looking down at your with flushed cheeks,

“I didn’t do anything.” he says, resuming his movements.

“Even when you’re not doing anything, you’re crazy cute.”

“[Name] -cchi!”

— Kuroko

It was fall, how beautiful the colors change. It was a perfect temperature—in Japan. America was a whole different story, let’s not get into that though.

Anyway, it’s date night with Kuroko. Every Friday, like clockwork, unless something came up. Thankfully, it didn’t!

You both just got done eating at this new place you saw and of course, Kuroko had no complaints but didn’t finish his food.

Luckily, you guys got to take it to go without any extra charge. Now your both just casual strolling down the streets, hand and hand.

But then Kuroko was pulling you in a random direction, that you soon found out was a park.

“Testu?” you call to him, peering at him curiously. He only looks back at your for a second, and the warmth from his eyes was enough for you not to question any further.

He’s a really sweet boyfriend, ugh.

At some point during the walk, you saw a pretty tree that still somehow has a lot of leave on it and the colors were too gorgeous to pass up a photo.

Instead of taking a photo of just the tree, you told Kuroko to take a picture of you with it.

So there you were standing under the tree, posing awkwardly as people walk by and wait for your boyfriend to take the picture.

But he takes forever. He has the phone up, the app’s open but he just pauses as your pouting.

“Testu! Take the picture,” you whine, body going tense as you struggle to hold the pose. When it looks like he’s going to take the photo, he lowers the phone and walks over to you. That only confuses you more, “What are you doing?”

He’s reaching up to your face as you stare at him skeptically, but he skips your face and goes right to your hair, where he runs his finger through it, “You have something in your hair. It’ll ruin the photo.”

How considerate is he? A+++

You thank him, obviously, when he gets it out. And you thought that’s was the end of it, that he’ll finally take your picture.

No, Kuroko is still wringing his hand through your hair.

He’s smiling softly to himself, completely forgetting about the task at hand. It takes you clearing your throat to bring him back to earth. Even then, his hand doesn’t leave your hair. He just waits patiently for you to speak.

“The photo, Tetsuya?” you remind him, with a tilt of your head.

His mouth forms a “o” and he finally removes his hand, “Sorry. Your hairs really soft today.” He then walks back to where he was before, pointing the phone at you as if what he said didn’t make you red in the face.

— Murasakibara

The clock read 2 am when your staring up at the ceiling.

You were exhausted but your mind refused to let your rest.

The lie would be a big one if you said you didn’t know why. Despite your good day with nothing eventual happening, your brain found ways to nitpick always.

It was 2:54 when you decided you’ll have a late night snack, maybe watch some tv to lull you to sleep.

But it was 20 minutes later when your walking into the living room to see Murasakibara already on the couch and not in the bedroom where you left him.

Murasakibara isn’t a light sleeper, but he knows when something’s different despite being sleep. When he doesn’t feel you hugging his side, he lazily gets up to find you.

He finds you in the kitchen, making yourself a half pb&j sandwich. He immediately knows it’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep just from that.

Instead of letting his presence known, he goes to the couch and waits for you, already knowing if he did bother you that you’ll try and get him back to bed and leave again.

It’s almost comical seeing his big frame spread across a couch just a few inches too short for him.

“Atsu, you should be in bed.” You remind him, walking over to him. He looks up at your drowsily, a pout already playing at his lips.

“Hope you got enough for me too.” He ignores your statement, opening up the blanket you originally got to get comfy on the couch alone, “I’m hungry.”

You get confused at whether he was actually referring to food or you, after all, this situation happens often and the outcomes are unpredictable since it’s him.

Murasakibara sees your hesitation and grows impatient, instead reaching out to pull you to him and force you in the blanket himself.

“The food, Atsu!” Your protests fell on death ears, with you trying to keep it from getting trapped within the covers.

He opens his mouth and pulling you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head to his chest and now he’s running his fingers through your hair as if to shush you from saying more, “Feed me.”

Your trying to pull away, but don’t prevail, “There isn’t enough for you, you giant!”

“Then I’ll just have to eat you.”

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Moxie and millie + genderfluidy/n who is their adopted imp child platonic headcanons

Haha! Awwww! Let’s gooo~! M&M deserve their own baby! I’ll try my best to handle a Genderfluid coming out and Genderfluids as a whole, please forgive me if I’m handling you wrong. I’m not perfect! As usual… a bit short but I really like this one!

Moxxie and Millie- Appling

Moxxie is that loving doting father who is so clingy and sobs over his child being so precious. Like Blitzø, he wants to be a better parent than his own so he gives you unconditional love and support, he’ll always listen to you and he’d die to protect you. He never pushes you into anything you don’t want. He takes up a parenting style similar to his late mother

Millie, on the other hand, kinda sticks more to the way she was raised as a country gal but she doesn’t try to parent you like some callous tough southerner or to be like that, she only wants you to be tough enough to handle yourself and protect yourself! She is affectionate and kissy like Moxxie and especially loves giving you piggyback rides!

You are always holding one of their hands; either one, it doesn’t matter. One of your parent is always nearby if the other isn’t. Some days, Millie is with you all day and other days, Moxxie is with you all day! They trade looking after you singlehandedly and guarding you but don’t blame them for being cuddly and snuggly. They LOVE you deeply

Moxxie and Millie are the type of parents to always buy you presents, small or big. Rather you worked for them or not! They love you and they’ll pick up whatever thing they find they think you’ll like. Their spoiling mannerisms grow during your birthday

Moxxie and Millie bring you to get together with your maternal family once a month so you can grow familiar with Millie’s family. You’re always welcomed in with open arms and Sallie Mae adores playing with you, she’ll ask to babysit you at times

However. Never ever suspect you’ll meet your paternal grandfather, both of your parents refuse to let you meet Crimson… just. Nothing more, just that you’ll never know who Crimson is and your parents will actively avoid you being anywhere near that mafia boss

Moxxie doesn’t want you using weapons like guns and knives but Millie wants you to know self-defence so you’re split inbetween both… both knowing self-defence and not knowing self-defence

Moxxie and Millie love to bring you to cafés. Like those cute homely cafés with coffee and pastries. It’s kinda a ritual now, they’ll take you to your favourite and they remember your regular. It’s a great time since it’s a peaceful bonding time of you and your parents

Honestly… people are always surprised when Moxxie or Millie explain that you’re adopted… you look JUST like them. Not even just because you’re a Imp but because you just look like their lovechild

Moxxie and Millie are very accepting parents so when you finally get the courage to come out, the older you get, that you’re genderfluid. They both support you without any problem, and ask your pronouns every day so they can correctly identify you

Millie is more violent with her protectiveness over you than Moxxie is, so if you’re being bullied, both will try to resolve your problem differently and both are equally stubborn. Moxxie will give a big harsh lecture to your harassers whilst Millie will beat them with a inch of their life

Moxxie and Millie have those cute solo parent days with you as well. A mother-child day and a father-child day where both arrange fun events with you. Either way, you’ll come back covered in presents and with your father or mother having the time of his or her life! It’s precious

Moxxie and Millie prefer to leave you at home so you don’t have to see their job, mainly because you’re quite safe when you’re back at home and you don’t spend time around I.M.P, especially around Blitzø and his daughter, Loona since they consider those two bad influences on you

Yeah… Moxxie is also the type of father to cry hysterically when you do anything ‘adult’ since he is watching his precious baby grow up right in front of him. Millie‘s that type of mother to comfort then encourage you to try ‘adult’ things as you grow up, even if both would prefer you to stay as their little appling of their eye

Moxxie and Millie are a mixture of strict and loose. They’ll enforce rules of the house to protect you and ensure you know right from wrong as suspected but as soon as the punishment is over, both Knotlastnames are tackling you to pepper your cute squishy face with all the love their hearts carry for you

Moxxie and Millie are also the type of parents to always invite your friends over, rather you know or not. They like knowing who your friends with and they’ll happy cook for your friends, they’ll happily pick up your friends, they’ll happily chat with your friends. Both of your parents encourage your friends, if you’re happy, they are happy

This beautiful couple really is the best parents in Hell. You’ll grow up loved and cared for in all manners, happy with your gender identity and capable of being a perfectly functional adult!

“Oh, sweetie… you’re not wrong for feeling like this. I understand that you don’t feel like a girl today, but feel like a boy. That’s called being Genderfluid, cakepop. Listen to me, Mama and I will always love you across all the Rings, no matter who you love or what gender you say you are”

“Pumpkin-spice… no, no, no. Do’n ya’ cry now. Papa is so proud of’ou, I’m so proud of’ou, for final’y tellin’ me your feelin’s. I know it’s scary but we’re here for you. You do’nt want to be call’d a boy but a they/them? You’re our precious cinnamon-roll with whatever gender, never forget that”

[thasugarplumfairy]

how can I be a better cunt to my boyfriend?

1. Let Him cheat in peace

2. Always be in shape. Never be overweight

3. Don’t bother Him with your emotions

4. Suck and fuck on command

5. Overall shut the fuck up and do what He says

Further Explanation:

1. Men can’t even really cheat. That’s not a thing that applies to them. Polygyny is natural. Men are supposed to be fucking a lot of bitches. Cunts on the other hand are not meant to fuck around. Cunts since the dawn of time have been owned. So cheating is only something a female can do. Which if a bitch cheats she should be subjected to getting her ass beat and humiliated because how dare a stupid bitch ever treat a Man like that. Bitches need to learn respect, some learn by hard knock university. I digress. Modern standards have unnaturally forced monogamy onto Men creating unnecessary misery and hysteria. Females need to learn it’s not her place to control what dick does. It is Men’s place to control pussy though. So if your man wants to go out with his buddies and bring a broad home and give her some dick. This is normal, natural and you shouldn’t mind. You should be happy he’s enjoying himself as a Man. If he wants to fuck his ex. Good for him. Tell him to fuck her balls deep and that you love him. If he wants to text other females cause no issues. But never ever do the same. You’re a cunt. You belong to him. You only talk to him. You only have sex with him. Everything you do needs to be approved by him. Don’t make him beat your ass.

2. No man wants an overweight bitch. Only losers men fuck fat bitches. Keep your weight in check, keep it toned. Be a good looking bitch he’d actually want to show off.

3. If you’re feeling lonely or insecure that’s not his problem. All your emotions are yours to deal with. Be an adult. Every time you feel lonely serve him in some type of way. Do his laundry, make him food, bring him a beer. Compliment Him. Everytime you’re feeling insecure suck his dick and look in his eyes. Give him whatever other hole he wants. Thank him for the privilege to suck dick. I promise you these aren’t pointless this is how to actually connect with your Man. If it made sense to feel lonely you wouldn’t have a Man to serve. If you had a reason to feel insecure he wouldn’t fuck your holes. Whatever you do don’t gripe or whine. Never works the way you want it to. Also remember females are unnecessarily emotional and Men aren’t which is why they shouldn’t deal with your emotions.

4. No matter what no matter when. When that Man wants his royal penis serviced you fucking do what the point of your existence as a female is. You should look at his penis as royalty, deserving nothing but the best attention and care. Public sex, while driving, with your parents in the other room, after he pissed you off, if he disrespected you, beat your ass, humiliated you, just had dick in a bitch you hate- no excuses! You drop to your knees and suck his cock with love and devotion. You bend over or spread pussy however he pleases. And as always thank him for giving you the privilege to experience dick

5. God is a Man. Men truly are the prize. Men have all the power. Men control the world. So when a Man chooses you to be with any cunt should be honored. You should also know He can easily replace you. You can’t replace Him. His life is better without worrying about a cunt. Your life is worse without the presence of a Man. Cunts need to humble themselves and always be thankful for your Man’s presence. So don’t cry like a dumb bitch if you catch him checking out another cunt. Don’t scream and yell if he’s fucking the neighbor cunt. Don’t cause issues if he’s fucking cunts from his past. You need to prove you’re a better cunt by shutting the fuck up. You need to prove you’re a better cunt by cleaning up happily after every mess. Prove you’re better cunt by keeping yourself cute, featherweight & happy to be around him at all times. Only when he wants though, don’t be clingy and annoying that will lead to Him resenting you. Prove you’re a better cunt by obeying his words. Prove you’re a better cunt by keeping his dick wet. If he wants you to look a certain way - obey. If he wants you to cut off your friends and stay home - obey. If he wants dinner ready by 6:30 - obey. If he says he wants to fuck other women while you stay home- obey. I’m sure you get the gist.

Men wants a stress free female they can rely on to be a good cunt.

This list is exactly how you do it.

[lary-the-lizard]

When I was a wee child, abouts the age of 8, my elder brother and his friend had taken to bullying my friend group. I don’t exactly remember when I decided that I would always defend them, no matter the humiliation and pain but that is my conviction since before then. I would do whatever I had to in order to protect my friends (and my younger brother who was a part of the friend group) and that often meant becoming a ball on the ground receiving all types of violence, including being beaten with wooden swords. Though I was agile and fast I wasn’t bigger than either of the bullies and my goal wasn’t to beat the bullies, it was to protect my friends.

Sometimes I couldn’t draw the bullies away from my friends and get them to focus just on me and I’d have to fight. I remember the rage and helplessness that came with only being able to hold off one person. The vengeance I felt growing in me - it was so intense I couldn’t think. If I couldn’t defend all of the group in the moment, if they actually got hurt, showing my brother and his friend what happens when you harass or assault my chosen ones became my obsession. I was sure I could endure any pain if it meant keeping my friends safe.

I became such a pain in the ass to these bullies that they eventually gave up bullying us because beating me was no fun as I didn’t cry or complain and I’d often taunt them after they got tired of chasing us. It got to the point that if they saw me they turned around.

(“Where were the adults,” you ask. They didn’t believe us when we told them and we were hurt worse for telling on the bullies so it was legit up to us.)

I write all this to say that I am not into committing violence just to commit violence. Any violence I’ve committed was to hold off worse violence. I am even willing to take all the hurt to prevent it from spreading. The problem isn’t that we are willing to commit violence to get our way, it’s that police and governments and alt-right organizations are. Their agenda is to shut us up and make us invisible if not eradicate us entirely. And the only way centerist and liberals will support our liberation is for us to be sweet lambs that don’t ask for much. That doesn’t fucking work when those in power and those that worship that power are willing to display our mutilated bodies to show us what happens when we want to live honestly. There is hate thrown our way when we show any signs of who we are. We don’t have to be “loud and proud” to get it. We don’t have to stand by other causes. Many cishet people have been bullied for being perceived as one of us. And that torment and suffering grows when we decide to be open. But forced silence is violence too.

I have learned that I should not be treated like I’m lesser, and that my instinct to sacrifice my safety for others is not good. No one should be suffering and that includes me and those causing the suffering. But the only way to truly stop the violence is to make it more difficult to commit. You do not chase someone when they have a gun because they could shoot you. You do not kill someone when you know they have an army willing to hurt or kill you. Many people have given up their lives for peace and the only reason their lives were given up was because someone killed them. That sacrifice is not the honor and glory we treat it as. Because someone had to die. Because someone else refused to not kill. And no one should be willing to die, no one should be willing to kill, and no one should be pushing anyone to either extreme. But we got here because others decided that the way I exist, the way BIPOC exist, the way disabled people exist is worth killing us for. We are not violent people, we do not want to hurt anyone. We want to live in a way that doesn’t hurt so bad. And for that, many decided that we should sacrifice our loved ones, our comfort, our health, and our lives.

I do not want to hurt anyone. The only times I have wanted to hurt someone was when they thought my pain was entertaining. When I lashed out against them, when I made consequences, they stopped. I did not choose to be violent. Others chose to hurt me and mine so I made that difficult. The only way to do that is to fight back.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 2

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: First day and there’s already a mix of emotions flowing through the room. And maybe a connection.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, insecurity, fear, self doubt, swearing.

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Tomorrow was the day.

Convention day.

I was not prepared at all. Hell, I had no clue what a convention really was all about until I did some research, and my god I was not ready for this. Mentally, I was freaking out. What if I stand out because of my dirty clothes and messy hair? What if I don’t actually belong there?

I pulled my car into the nearest car wash only minutes from the hotel the conversation was being held in, and relief hit me like a ton of bricks when I noticed there were no other cars around.

I could take care of my problem in peace.

Luckily for me, this was the type of car wash where you park under a garage type area, and manually wash it yourself so I could easily fix my little issue.

We have a few of these in my town, and their my favourite place to go. Nobody really batted an eye when they noticed a girl soaking wet beside her car, they might have just thought I was terrible at getting the job done considering I was more washed than the actual vehicle itself.

I changed into a pair of sleep shorts I owned along with a bra that (thankfully) looked like a bathing suit in case somebody did show up, and I got to work. I sprayed the car with water to at least get it started before turning it on myself, soaking my hair and body quickly.

Grabbing the last of my shampoo and body washed, I generously cleaned every part of me that hasn’t been cleaned in probably a week now, not by choice obviously.

Half an hour went by quickly, and the hose turned off. I sighed and dropped it before moving to my side mirror to check the damage, but thankfully I looked half decent. The knots that were usually visible in my hair were smoothed out, my face looked fresh and clear, and I smelt 10x better than before.

I couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, like I always did when I’d shower. It’s the small things that make me feel like a whole different person.

My next stop was the thrift store in hopes to find some Supernatural Merch even though I knew it was a long shot, if I could find something maybe it would look like I belonged after all.

Just my luck, I searched in every section: men’s, woman’s, kids, nothing. I was out of luck.

I sighed in defeat as I walked towards the door but my eye caught a black shirt on the rack near the cash, and I all but ran towards it.

I swore my heart leapt with joy when I realized it was exactly what I was searching for. It was faded, of course but I could still see the image of Dean Winchester’s mugshot, which still made me laugh just imaging that scene.

Thankfully, the shirt wasn’t too expensive considering the condition and I happily bought it before heading back to my car.

Things were turning around, I could feel it. Maybe things would finally go my way.

The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of people chatting and laughing, along with music pumping on the sidewalks.

I sat up in my car and looked around, spotting the thousands of people scattered across the parking lot, all excited and ready to enjoy the event. The sight of everybody together made my heart beat quickly in my chest, I was the only one who would be alone.

My mind started racing and my anxiety rose, was this a mistake? Was I fooling myself by thinking I could actually fit in here? I knew I could pretend all I wanted, but I was not like them at all. I wasn't around my loved ones, I was an outcast, a freak, a loner.

I shook off the worries that filled my mind and stepped out of my car, turning down the street to where the hotel was. I stood in line awkwardly, pretending to text somebody to at least look like I somewhat belong. I was desperate to feel normal, to convince myself that nobody was staring, nobody cared. I was invisible, remember?

"Excuse me, are you on your own?" A high pitched voice spoke, causing me to jump in my spot and look up. Two girls were standing in front of me, one tall and absolutely gorgeous blonde girl, and a brunette younger lady, they both had brand new merch, styled hair and beautiful looking makeup perfectly plastered on their face.

I swallowed hard and put on my best confident smile, "Yeah, I am!"

They shared a look before smiling smugly, the tall blonde extending her hand towards me. "Well, I'm Vanessa." She stated before the shorter brunette followed her lead. "And i'm Amber."

I shook their hands and smiled nervously, "I'm Y/N"

For a moment, we sat in comfortable silence and looked around, eyeing all the different types of people before Vanessa's attention was directed back to me.

"So are you staying in this hotel too?"

Shit.

"Uh, no." I whispered nearly inaudibly. "I'm staying by myself."

Amber scrunched up her nose in confusion and leaned against the wall. "What does that mean?"

Fuck. Okay don't freak out. If you tell her your staying in your car she may look at you like you're a total freak, but it may make you seem like your not homeless, maybe she won't judge? She seems nice enough.

"I'm actually on a road trip so I've been staying in my car for now."

Their eyebrows rose slightly in surprise as they shared a look I had no idea what was meant.

"Oh that's kind've cool, so your a traveler?" Amber questioned.

I nodded quickly and smiled.

Perfect, a traveler.

Before any more questions could be thrown my way, the line started moving and I could finally see the inside of the hotel. Vanessa and Amber rushed away, to a few tables off to the side and I was left once again.

I sighed contentedly and looked around, after my little interaction with the girls, I felt so much better about being here. They seemed nice enough, not too judgy and I definitely didn't make a fool out of myself. This weekend was going to be amazing.

I wandered around the overly large lobby filled with tables with various set ups. There were shirts and displays with handmade merchandise and posters and I couldn't help but stare everywhere at once.

Seeing all the people laughing and smiling, the different shapes and sizes and races and ages, all together-it was like magic and I couldn't believe that I was involved, I was in it.

The day passed quickly as I walked around and checked out every stand, and finally the first panel was about to start. I entered the room and as soon as my eyes spotted all the full chairs, I could feel the panic rising once again. Seats were filled, people were chatting and laughing and taking photos, it was a lot.

My mind was in full panic mode as I looked around, Where was I going to sit? Was I going to look weird sitting alone? Is somebody going to have to sit beside me? Oh god, what if I didn't wash well enough and whoever has to sit beside me smells something wrong on me. What if I get called out?

Before I could turn around and leave, the sea of people started moving and I was forced towards the front, and the only two seats available were right in the middle of the row. I stared at the only available seat left, right beside a young red headed girl.

She turned towards me and smiled gently before moving her bag to the floor, offering her hand to show the seat was mine. I smiled lightly and crossed towards her, quickly pushing myself into the seat in hopes to hide from everybody else.

She smiled wide and leaned closer, "Hi! I'm Jennifer."

"Oh, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, thank you for the seat."

She shrugged, a polite smile spreading across her face.

I bit back a laugh causing her to look towards me in confusion and I couldn't help but laugh louder. "Sorry, this is my first convention, are all fangirls this nice?"

She laughed out and nudged my shoulder, offering an even brighter smile and I could tell she was genuine. For a moment, I felt it. The ray of hope i needed, she saw me, she was kind and treated me like we were best friends, and it felt amazing.

The lights started to dim, and the screams got louder indicating the panel was about to start. My heart started pounding with excitement and adrenaline as I was anxiously awaiting to see the man who gave me a reason to find hope.

As soon as the two familiar men entered the stage, it felt like I was submerged under water. The screams were dull and faded, my chest was heavy, I couldn’t breathe, and my eyes were locked on him.

Jensen.

The man who saved my life. The man who played such a complex, amazing character that touched every part of my soul. It was stupid, in that moment I felt like I knew him and he knew me, but really; we were strangers. He didn’t know I existed. He wouldn’t even notice me in the hundreds of people screaming his name.

I was frozen in my seat as I really took him in. He was taller than I expected, and he had had a handsome stubble across his chin that was to die for. Of course, he was rocking out the red plaid and I couldn’t breathe just staring at him.

His eyes scanned the audience as he took his seat, smiles and waves being thrown around to everybody he made contact with.

His gaze started moving towards my seat and suddenly I felt like I was going to pass out. The room was spinning and I felt sick, it was too much.

I lowered my head and took a deep breath, before slowly glancing up, my heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of his eyes locked on mine.

He smiled lightly at me before it faded, a hint of concentration and concern overtaking his features suddenly.

Leaning forward on his chair, his eyes were fixating on mine as he mouthed “You alright?” I stared back at him in shock, I couldn’t move or speak or do anything, did Jensen really just ask me that?

My eyes flickered down and up before I noticed his concern growing and he repeated the question. I took a shaky breath and smirked, before nodding.

He was satisfied, thankfully, and he shot me a thumbs up causing my cheeks to burn.

How did he know I wasn’t doing okay? Did I really look that messed up? And why did he notice me in the first place when there were hundreds of better looking, more attention grabbing fans scattered around the room.

It was a mystery, but his eyes stayed on me. Endless smiles shooting my way which I finally returned. I couldn’t believe this was real, Jensen was smiling at me. He was concentrated on me.

I felt bad for lying, but I guess technically I wasn’t. I was fine, maybe not mentally but physically. And if I was freaking out before, I was definitely freaking out now.

This man, this stranger I’ve only seen on screens asked me if I was okay. He doesn’t even know how much he’s helped me or what he’s done for me, he has no idea. Yet here he was, showing love and kindness to a random girl.

Yeah, it was a small gesture to some but to me it meant the world. I’ve never been noticed, not really. Nobody’s ever asked if I was okay, nobody’s ever made sure that I was comfortable. Nobody cared.

And maybe it wasn’t a big deal to him, maybe he did this with all his fans, he probably didn’t really care either, but I swore when I locked eyes with him, I saw something. A spark. A connection.

The panel went on as it usually did, and it was amazing. Jared would tell ridiculous little stories while Jensen would add in sarcastic remarks or funny comments which only caused the crowd to laugh harder, and egg Jared on more.

I couldn’t help but smile at the way they interacted, it was so easy. So normal. It was like they were at home alone, and we were just watching through a screen. They didn’t seem nervous or scared, they seemed like they were at home. They seemed almost normal.

I kept my head slightly lower, but Jensen’s glance would sometimes fall on me, followed by a small smirk that caused my cheeks to heat up and my heart to flutter.

Quickly, it turned into a game. He’d be staring at me when I wasn’t looking, and as fast as I could I’d turn to face him. He’d smirk before looking away quickly and as soon as I turned away, I could feel his eyes back on me.

It was fun, normal, our little secret game.

I locked eyes with him once again before I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, causing me to look towards Jennifer.

She leaned in and smiled wide “Jensen keeps staring at me!”

Oh.

I could feel my heart clenching in my chest and embarrassment to fill my face.

That makes more sense. He wasn’t smiling at me. He was smiling at her. I felt like a complete idiot in this moment and I wanted to run and hide. That means he saw me constantly staring back at him, blushing like an idiot when his eyes would linger.

I could have sworn he was staring at me, but she was sitting right beside me it was an easy mistake. He must have been staring at her. Why would he be staring at me anyways?

I could feel my anxiety rising as my eyes flickered up to him, and his smile was gone. Instead, he had a look of concern spread across his face and he mouthed the same thing. “You okay?”

This time, I didn’t answer. But that was clearly directed at me this time, that I knew.

I looked back to Jennifer who looked embarrassed, staring at me with her mouth dropped open slightly. Quickly, I grabbed my bag and rushed out of my seat down the long aisle, stopping for a second to look back at the stage.

Even from all the way back to the doors, I could still see the same look across his face. Worry. Concern. Hurt.

My mind was spinning and I could barely breath. I pushed open the doors and left, pushing my way through all the tables and the crowds to get outside.

I was an idiot, a total idiot. It didn’t make sense. Why would he be staring at me? He must have known I looked rough and maybe he was doing it out of pity.

The concrete on my back felt rough but I didn’t care. I slid down the wall as tears started to break free. So stupid!

It was nothing. It was a few glances and a little bit of attention, that’s all, so why did it hurt so much when it was taken away?

Why did it feel so good when his eyes were on me, why did it feel like home?

And why did I think he actually cared.

Jensen’s POV

I couldn’t take my eyes off those wide doors, waiting and hoping she would come back through them but she never did.

There was something strange happening, my heart actually hurt for her. I don’t even know her but I knew something was wrong.

She looked so scared at first, so panicked. I thought I helped. She was smiling. We were playing games. We had fun.

But than her neighbour talked to her and… I don’t know what happened. It was like she was told some awful news. She looked devastated. Broken.

I hope I didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept staring, I normally never do that. But there was something about her that was calling me. Something was in her eyes, a different type of light.

Something was telling me she wasn’t like the others, she was different. I know she was. Never once have I felt a connection for one specific person in an audience with hundreds of fans.

But I felt something for her. Every time she’d smile, I felt something. A connection.

It was stupid, I don’t know her.

I don’t know what the girl whispered to her, but I felt this intense need to check on her. To make sure she’s okay. I felt the need to hug her.

I needed to know her.

God, I hope she comes back.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Like, comment & reblog -feedback is my fuel ❤️

[safety-writes-noms]

I SAW DRAGON AND STARTEDNABRAGRHAHB

holding out my idea of wolfwalkers type shit but with dragons. im jsutbtrghgrhgbrjrghrgjngrughibkjfggfhbjgrfihdkjh SMASHING MY HANDS ON MY DESK. PLEASE.

just imagining big angry dragon miguel with gold accents trying his damn hardest not to snap as hes got a bunch of smaller dragons clambering on him and excitedly talking while waiting to be told what to do. being dragons and all they go around and make sure theres peace between kingdoms and stuff ....

sobbing into my hands. i need to see more dragon content im GGGGHR AAHHHHHH

YES OMG PMG I LOVE DRAGON AU’S (so sorry this is kinda late 🙏 school seriously beat me up this week. Also YOUR ART IS SO SO SO COOL!)

(Also also I’m so sorry but I’m not familiar with the wolf walkers series and never got the chance to watch it :(( but I absolutely love the animation style and premise from the ads I’ve seen)

THIS IS NOT NSFW AT ALL!!! KINK BLOGS AND NSFW BLOGS DNI

I can just imagine miguel grumpily walking around with all of the spider kids either nestled on his back or chattering somewhere in the cave, waiting to get assigned their missions. I am in LOVE with the idea of Miguel sending them out to keep the peace between humans since sometimes humans can be very… not wise. Idk actually, maybe the some of the spider kids are humans and that’s how they meet Miguel or peter and Jess (bc I’d love to see them as dragons theyre so cool)

imagine a human Hobie just confidently walking around a dragon’s cave/network society and just casually arguing with a giant dragon Miguel. I’m feel like he’d get in the dumbest arguments with him just for the giggles. I can see him also baby sitting a hatchling mayday, keeping her fully entertained while Peter goes off to finish missions too dangerous to bring her along. Their little interactions in atsv were adorable especially the little salute he gave her.

or the fight between miles and Miguel ☹️ even tho I love him (Miguel) and understand why he did that and his motives, I’ll always feel so bad for miles. I feel like it would even be worse because instead of having a 6’9 roughly judged 310 pounds of muscle man chasing after you and pinning you down, there’s a ten ton dragon hellbent on having your dad die for the sake of the canon, claws, wings, VENOM/FIREBREATHING. It’s pretty much game over at that point. Ofc miles is a resourceful amazing wonderful intelligent human so I think he’d be able to reason with him. Besides, even then I kinda doubt Miguel would want to kill a kid, even if they’re a human. Nurturing instincts don’t go away after ur daughter dies 😋! Actually Miguel might even nom miles in an effort to keep him from messing up the canon :( can you imagine being so so terrified of this huge creature and getting nommed and you don’t know you’re safe and you’re panicking and —

The hurt and comfort is strong here :o. And the guilt. So much guilt. Once they work out their issues (there are so so so many poor dudes) I’m sure they’ll be besties. But that’s for human miles au

dragon miles would definitely get the short end of the stick. Even if he’s a hatchling (kind of, he’s in that odd stage between adult and adolescent but on the younger side) he’s still a whole lot more durable than if he’s a human. Which means that Miguel won’t be nearly as cautious handling him physically. Ouch. Miguel genuinely wants to protect miles in the movie but does it in the worst way possible. That would probably transfer over to this universe too.

But still because I absolutely LIVE for found family, I want to imagine they work through their problems in a long and very very non linear path that has setbacks and leaps forward and minor changes and everything because I love all of these characters sm and without depth they don’t feel like people. Plus imagining sleepy spider kids/dragons stumbling into Miguel’s section of the cave system/lair and deciding to take a quick nap there because it feels safe and waking up with Miguel curled loosely around them, wing slightly shielding them from the chilly drafts and hsjskskdjskj they have my heart. (Miguel will deny it later.)

or peter b taking the human kids out flying to let them feel at least a little what it’s like to taste the sky while Miguel lurks in the background anxiously, crimson eyes tense just in case peter accidentally drops one of them. Not that he would, he may be goofy but he’s most definitely not stupid.

I can imagine Miguel trying his hardest to stop some of the kids from doing things that he thinks is wayyy too dangerous for them and just giving up and tucking them away in his brooding pouch. If they won’t listen to his very very valid concerns then he’ll just have to make sure they don’t go anywhere >:(. Plus it’s warm and safe and even though Miguel will never admit it, he feels calmer if they’re there, protected completely bc he’ll never let anything hurt them. At least not while they’re nestled in one of the literal safest places in the world. I can’t imagine anyone would have an easy time getting to them when there’s a very protective and vengeful dragon guarding his precious brood.

and I haven’t even really gotten into the other characters either :( especially exploring the relationship between Jess and Gwen or Hobie and miles/gwen and pav but I feel like I’m writing too much so I’ll end it here. If you or anyone else wants to continue this thread/au PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME AN ASK! I LOVE THIS AU SM 😭😭

[landofzero-archive]

Nagisa Ran - Expanding Interaction

Event: Two Sides◆The 2×2 of Lies And Truth

Episode 1:

(Location: CosPro Conference Area)

Nagisa: …… The other day, Kaoru-kun told me about marine sports. You can enjoy marine sports even in winter.

…… If you wear a wetsuit and take proper measures against the cold, there shouldn’t be any problems.

…… Now that I think about it, I’ve often seen people enjoying surfing even in the winter.

Option 1: Surely……

Nagisa: …… From the looks of it, Anzu-san also seemed to have the impression that marine sports were a summer thing.

…… I wonder what it feels like to go into the ocean in the winter. I wonder if I can have a different experience than in the summer.

Option 2: That looks interesting.

Nagisa: …… Heeh. I wonder if Anzu-san is interested in marine sports. If that’s the case, just ask Kaoru-kun and he’ll be happy to tell you I think.

…… He seemed to be knowledgeable not only about marine sports, but also about activities at sea.

Option 3: Marine sports, huh……

Nagisa: …… According to Kaoru-kun, diving and snorkeling also fall under marine sports.

…… I wasn’t familiar with the word itself either. When I found out what it meant, I was surprised to see there were many different types.

Episode 2:

(Location: CosPro Conference Area)

Nagisa: …… Kaoru-kun often tells me stories about the ocean and surfing, so I might have become a little more interested.

…… It seems like the hurdles are high for me to start on my own, but he seems to be teaching me lots of things.

…… But, I don’t have any plans yet.

Option 1: Let me know what you think.

Nagisa: …… Alright. If you have any experience surfing, I would like to hear from you.

…… Anzu-san might have beat me to it though. Could you tell me your impressions then?

Option 2: Hopefully your schedule is set soon.

Nagisa: …… If I don’t have a schedule then I won’t be able to go to the beach. I have the same opinion as you.

…… But I wonder when I’ll be free? I’ll have to check with Ibara.

Option 3: Good for you.

Nagisa: …… Yes. I never thought I would make friends who would talk to me about going surfing together.

…… My relationship with Kaoru-kun deepened because we shared a room, so I think the current room assignment was a good thing.

Episode 3:

(Location: CosPro Conference Area)

Nagisa: …… Compared to other people, I think I have less experience hanging out with friends.

…… What about Anzu-san? You’re always busy, so I don’t think you have much time to hang out or go out with others.

…… Have you hung out with anyone recently?

Option 1: I haven’t……

Nagisa: …… I see. But I feel like you want to hang out or go out.

…… We’re not friends, but if it’s okay with you, I’ll hang out with you. You can call me anytime.

Option 2: Now that you mention it……

Nagisa: …… Hmm. You had tea with Ibara at Cafe Cinnamon. But I’m sure since it’s the two of you that you talked about work.

…… If you had tea, then you might have been able to take a breather, but I don’t think you could say that you had fun.

Option 3: The other day……

Nagisa: …… When we basked in the sun together? Fufu, that’s right.

…… We were able to enjoy the warmth of the sun. And although it may not be the same as hanging out, I think we had a peaceful time.

[princess-of-the-corner]

The Ask Won't let me post links

Honestly, I could try and give a description, but I won’t do it justice, so - https://ww7.manganelo.tv/chapter/manga-kh987864/chapter-1  OR https://mangareader.cc/chapter/yu-gi-oh-chapter-1- that’s chapter 1 of the YuGiOh manga. It’s not that long if you want to give it a read, but it’s not for everyone, so I get it if you don’t want to. It also has a few jokes that are very 1990s Japanese, if you know what I mean.

I prefer the OG manga to the other series (though 5ds has a special place in my heart) but I know some people who are used to the show find the manga “too dark”. Or they get confused by the lack of card games in the early stuff - Kazuki Takahashi (May he rest in peace) was a big game guy, so a lot of the early story featured loads of diverse games. He gave an interview once about shonen type manga at the time, and how while a lot of the themes were good, every single one seemed to be about guys beating each other up to solve their problems. He wanted a similar story where the characters used more brains and strategy that didn’t always involve kicking the crap out of each other.

I personally think you’d find it really interesting, but I also get it if it isn’t for you! Just … if you do read it, once you get to the, uh, main game, of the chapter, remember, this is what I first thought of when someone explained Miraculous Ladybug to me. This is what I thought Tikki or Plagg would have been.

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Inch resting.

[lemonssavelives]

Hantengu Sisters Headcanons

cw: Mentions of teen pregnancy, female Hantnegu’s, modern day au, they’re human, they’re all of age

Please don’t enter to complain

Hani (Hantengu) 24 Hani is the oldest sister of the Hantnegu’s. She’s 10 minutes older than Umiko (Urami), her twin sister, along with being one of the most caring sisters. Hani deals with her 6 little sisters and cares for them ever since they lost their parents which caused Hani and Umiko (Urami) to drop out of college and gets jobs while still paying for the quadruplets college fees and tuition. Hani never took the role of being a mother to them but cared for them like an older sister would. Even though it gets difficult at to times when the Quads get into an argument with one another or Zoha is sent from school for either fighting or being dress coded. She still cares for them and when she has time off from work she gardens it helps her forget the stress of dealing with adults and one teenager. Wants everyone to get along. Surprisingly they listen to her very well. She’s the type to say “What I say goes” and they do as told.

Umiko (Urami) 24

Second oldest Hantengu. Unlike her twin sister who is caring and nice, she’s the complete opposite being snarky and rude. She doesn’t understand what’s the exact definition of “be nice” she’ll never chose to understand it. Her dream was to become a doctor but now she’s stuck at a job she hates just to help feed her younger siblings. It’s not like she doesn’t care for them she does just doesn’t know how to express it. She’s highly protective of Hani. If you have a problem with Hani you have a problem with her. She’s an excellent fighter so expect an ass beating. Umiko likes a calm aura in their home so when an argument breaks out she always expects Hani to fix it right then and there. She doesn’t get along with Zoha well but at times she’ll give Zoha money for no apparent reason. She claims it’s for her to save so she can pay for her own college but in reality she’s just expressing her love

Saeko (Sekido) 22

Third oldest of the Hantengu’s, first oldest of the quadruplets. She has a bad attitude and when I say bad, it’s bad. That’s what she gives off when you first meet her. She’s a hard working student that wants to achieve her goals. As you start to get to know her, she’s actually one of the caring sisters. If you’re sick, she’s got medicine, soup, anything you need. You will be in good hands if she’s caring for you while sick. It’s not that’s she’s mean people just bring that side out of her along with her having a resting bitch face. She’s down to try new experiences though it’s not easy to convince her. A lot of begging will be taking place. For when you do convince her, she’ll have a first aid kit ready incase you or her gets hurt. Mainly you. Her relationship with her siblings is average but she’s protective of them. Don’t try no shit that will land you in the hospital on a death bed.

Kaya (Karaku) 22

Fourth oldest of the Hantengu’s second oldest of the quadruplets. The most relaxed of the seven. Though a lot of people says she a bit of a flirt which she flirts for fun. A lot of people get surprised when she tells them she isn’t dating anyone and is mainly focused on pursuing her education than looking for love. She is usually Uri’s (Urogi) test dummy on new hairstyles. It’s most likely she and Saeko will have the same hairstyle. She’s the peace keeper in trying to keep everything at peace but with also being the peacekeeper she’s also a major instigator. Has that calming energy around her. She’s also a sucker for sweets.

Aiz (Aizetsu) 22

Fifth oldest of the Hantengu’s third oldest of the quadruplets. She seems sad most of the time but that’s just her expression. She reads people like a complete book. Just one look and she knows everything about you. Your age, the date you were born, how many siblings you have, if your parents are divorced, etc etc. Cross her once, she’ll spill everything about you. Don’t let a pretty and shy face fool you. You’re basically judging a book by it’s cover. But if you are so dear to her she will treat you with respect. And once you get to know her she’s very sly and somewhat sassy but very nice. She’s the cook of the house and is trying to learn to bake. She’s learning to bake with he crush. Baby girl is bi and the girl she is into is a thick, slightly chubby, soft looking, sweet cute girl. She’s 18 and helps Aiz with baking. She will not stop talking about this girl to her sisters. She’s also a sucker for sweets. She is also most flexible out of the Quads. 

Uri (Urogi) 22

First youngest of Hantengu’s and youngest of the quadruplets. She’s the nicest Hantengu you’ll ever meet. She loves anything exciting and is currently is pursuing her dream of being a hairstylist. Her sisters are usually her test subjects for when she has a new idea. Saeko and Kaya will have the same hairstyle while her and Aiz will have the same hairstyle and Zoha will have a combination of the two hairstyles. She’s also convinces Zoha to wear the outfit she and the others are wearing so the five can match which usually gets Zoha dress coded and sent home. She’ll have snacks waiting for her as an apology. Sometimes when she wants attention from Saeko she’ll fake being sick until Saeko pulls out the temperature gun. She’ll still stay with her until she doesn’t feel like it anymore. Depending on the length of the hair or style it’ll be $50-$250. Uri helps pays the phone bill. Her and Kara are inseparable. If one is near the other is bound to show up. 

Zoha (Zohakuten) 18

Youngest of the Hantengu’s. She’s in the 12th grade. She’s that one girl you would think that’s a spoiled brat from how she dresses, how her hair is, having her nails done, looks fast, basically getting everything she wants. In reality she just looks that way but tends to try and achieve. She’s a cheerleader and dancer. She has a passion for it and sticks to it but to stay on both she needs to keep her grades up, which she does. She tends to have a resting bitch face and snarky attitude. But as always, once you get to know her she’ll be there for you. Want to go eat at 1 in the morning? She’s got her keys and wallet and on her way to pick you up and go eat. Yeah she’ll be upset but she’ll eat. She can’t eat certain things due to having allergies which tends to worsen during the spring because of pollen. Zoha used to have a boyfriend at 17 but due to an incident she broke up with him. She doesn’t really trust a lot of dudes and when a dude is interested in her she’ll just leave it at being friends because of paranoia. Currently at age 18 she’s a couple of months pregnant due to her past relationship. Her sister knows and makes sure she has regular check ups and see if her health is ok. They’re more protective of her now because of it. Thanks to her being a dancer and cheerleader, she tends to be the most flexible in her family.

The sisters birthdays are within the same month and week.

Zoha’s B-day is August 23

The Quads B-day is August 24

The Twins B-day is August 25

Some days Zoha will have a difficult time getting up and getting ready for school due to her body aching from the pregnancy or from her cheerleading or dancing. On those days one of the Quads or even Hantengu has to stay with her until the pain fades a bit and she can get to school. She’ll be late but still be getting an education. When she is just relaxing, Uri will come up to her and squeeze her belly. She’s three months pregnant. She won’t do it too hard. If she does that’s either a fist fight with Zoha or she’ll receive an ear full from Saeko or Hani. 

Uri does her sisters hair for free. When some snotty girls found out about this, they tried to persuade Uri into letting them get their hair down for free also. She explained to them many times that her sisters are her test subjects. They didn’t believe her and made a fuss about how her hairstyles wasn’t even that good to cost over $200. Uri told Saeko about it and Saeko gave those girls a piece of her mind.

Aiz met ‘crush’ at a bakery she stopped by. The air smelled welcoming and she had a huge welcoming aura and smile. She greeted Aiz and explained to her how her mother owns the bakery and the two of them make everything fresh. Aiz thought of her as an angel. Since business was slow for ‘crush’ and her mom, they chatted for a while. They exchanged numbers and tend to talk to each other on a daily. And ‘crush’ is helping Aiz to bake and learn some of her traditional foods. She was from Mexico, but she was half Japanese. Aiz wants to shoot her shot but she doesn’t want to miss so she’s just waiting to see if ‘crush’ will confess first. (’Crush’ has a name but it will not be revealed just yet)

Kaya and Saeko are sometimes placed in charge together to keep order at bay. Not that there isn’t any order they just want it to stay in order. When they’re in charge they will plan outings so everyone is out and about doing something. If it’s early in the morning, they’ll go get breakfast and go to the park to enjoy nature. Afternoon or evening, they’ll go to a resturant to eat before they head to the park or an amusement park. Sometimes Zoha will wonder off to go grab something to eat at an amusement park or fair which will cause the four of them to panic and search for her. With protectiveness for their pregnant little sister, that’s also very pretty, comes worry for her too. Once they do find her...actually, she’ll be the one to find them, separately, with food in her hand while she finds the other three. She usually finds Kaya or Aiz first.

[nerdfins]

A Collection of Transformers AU Synopses

I want to be more bold about posting my own work. One of my favorite hobbies besides drawing is also writing my own fan fiction. You've all seen my art of established characters. Now here's my writing. My stories follow my OC Ricochet, a Triple Changer who becomes a Sparkeater. How and why changes depending on the AU.

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Transformers: Epica

A mix of different elements from G1, IDW, and Prime. It is my longest-written AU and restarted my love of fanfic writing after a decade of nothing.

Follows the story of Ricochet and her origin as a miner from Tarn. Raised by Megatronus and his Conjunx after her spark was found by him, Ricochet is one of the early loyal followers of the Decepticons. Needing a break from life, Ricochet takes a vacation to Iacon. There she comes to the rescue of a pair of Velocitronians who were jumped by a gang when they got lost in the city. Ricochet's life takes a new turn.

Snippet:

“I didn’t think I’d see you guys again after that encounter,” Ricochet said as they walked down the steps.

“We owed you it,” Breakdown said. “Thank you. Sorry you took a beating on behalf of us and our poor sense of direction.”

Ricochet smiled, her one optic feeling very sore from the bruising underneath. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a brawler at spark. You should see how the other ones looked when the cops arrived.”

“Lucky for you, I have medical training,” Knockout said, putting a servo to her face to get a good look. “Come with me and I’ll take care of that plus whatever dents and dings you received being our hero.”

Ricochet laughed. “Good luck finding those. Most of these are from just life.”

“Then I’ll take care of them, too.”

“What about the paint shop?” Breakdown asked.

“We’re here for a while, so no rush. So, we know your name is Ricochet. I’m Knockout, and this is my Conjunx Breakdown.” Breakdown gave a small wave.

“Nice to meet you both, despite the circumstances,” Ricochet replied. “So, where are we going?”

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Transformers: Bondings

This idea came to me in a dream. What if Cybertronians had a soulmate type of thing? Where they would feel the desire to sparkbond with another, not always one of their choosing?

Prime AU where humanity is aware of the Cybertronians existing.

Starts in 1989.

Ricochet is hiding on Earth in a human holoform, keeping away from other Cybertronians due to her status as a Sparkeater. Her life of peace is interrupted when the War comes to Earth, and it gets even worse when she has a run-in with the Second in Command of the Decepticons...and feels the tug of a bond.

Snippet:

The tug. He felt it. He felt it in his spark. It almost stopped Starscream mid-flight as he recognized that feeling he had many moons ago when he first met his late Trinemates.

'Here?' He thought in confusion as they landed at the power station. Starscream ordered the Vehicons to begin pulling the fuel out of the station and then glanced around. It was a smaller human settlement and late at night, so few humans or vehicles were present. Those who were ran for cover when they arrived. He observed the various parked cars and trucks, wondering if any of them were Cybertronians. If so, they were most likely Autobots. Starscream had half a mind to shoot them all to find out, and it would get rid of the problem if he managed to kill the one he was feeling a bond towards. No Autobot, no bond, no problem. There was no desire in his spark for another bond again after…

Shaking his head from that memory, he turned back towards the Vehicons as they worked.

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Transformers: Exodus

A Prime AU that follows the events of the book of the same name.

Starscream, keeping post on Trypticon Station and studying the Dark Energon within, must contend with a surprise inspection from one of Megatron's most loyal soldiers: Ricochet.

Snippet:

As he approached the docking bay, Starscream heard voices. Some he recognized as his own Seeker command and a new one. His Seekers sounded nervous. The new voice was unrecognizable at first, but when he got closer he realized who it was that Megatron sent.

Ricochet.

He growled. “Of course he sent her,” he thought. Ricochet; Megatron’s most loyal gladiator. He supposed it could have been worse; Soundwave or Shockwave could have been dispatched. Yet it did not bring him much comfort. The three of them were all creepy in their own ways. Soundwave with his horde of minions lurking in every corner and a visor covering his face. Shockwave with his lack of a face and penchant for questionable experiments. And Ricochet, whose brutality in the arena is only matched by Megatron himself and wore a battle mask covering the lower half of her face.

There was more to Ricochet that Starscream and many others did not care for. There was something…off about her. Starscream could not put a finger on it, but something about Ricochet’s aura was unsettling. Like some primal circuit in the brain module wanted to activate the Fight or Flight response when she looked at you. Ricochet turned to him as he entered, and he felt that little nudge and a shiver up his spinal strut. If he could see past the battle mask, he was sure she would be smirking at him.

“Starscream,” Ricochet said with a nod. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes, it has,” he agreed. In the back of his head, he thought about how that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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[all-minds-matter]

Hello everyone, Lucas here. I’m a 26 year old learning to live with multiple mental health diagnoses including; BPD, CPTSD and MDD with psychotic tendencies. This journal is my attempt at externalizing my feelings about my journey of healing and hoping that it might help some people who don’t have a voice about their own problems to know they aren’t alone.

My Discovery:

You know that inner voice? The one that’s like a personal GPS, guiding you through life’s decisions, like reminding you to look both ways before crossing or nudging you towards that lemon ice tea you can’t get enough of. It’s a mix of a coach and a critic, especially when you’re beating yourself up over a mistake. But here’s the kicker: I recently discovered that what I thought was just me… isn’t just me. I’ve been hosting an uninvited guest in my head, let’s call him “Jeremy.” This guy, Jeremy, isn’t the cheerleading type. He’s been with me since I was a kid, whispering sweet nothings of the not-so-sweet variety, convincing me I’m less than, leading me down paths best left untrodden.

This revelation hit me like a freight train during a group therapy session focused on the not-so-gentle art of self-talk. We were peeling back the layers of self-criticism when suddenly, my internal dialogue split right down the middle. For the first time, I could hear “Jeremy” as someone separate from me. The realization that I wasn’t alone in my head was terrifying. I mean, hearing voices is one thing I never wanted to check off my list, and here I was, thinking I had just unlocked a new level of “not okay.”

The aftermath of this discovery had me floored — literally. I was a mess, tears and tremors, caught in the grip of fear. It felt like my mind had turned against me. But, salvation came in the form of my psychiatrist’s timely intervention. He explained that “Jeremy’s” presence wasn’t as outlandish as it felt. For someone juggling BPD, CPTSD, and MDD, hearing a voice like Jeremy could be part of the complex tapestry of my mental health. It seems my brain’s eclectic mix of conditions created the perfect stage for Jeremy to perform his unsettling monologues.

A New Chapter:

Switching meds isn’t always smooth sailing, but in my case, the timing couldn’t have been better. I was already in the process of tapering off my old antidepressants when “Jeremy” decided to crash the party. Given the new developments with my diagnoses, my psychiatrist thought it was time to introduce anti-psychotics into the mix. It’s been 2.5 days since I started the new medication, and the difference is night and day. My mood has lifted in a way I hadn’t dared to hope for. “Jeremy” has been unusually quiet, and there’s a newfound sense of joy threading through my days.

While I’m savoring this peaceful phase, I’m conscious that the immediate uplift might be due to the novelty of the new medication. There’s a chance its effects could diminish over time. That’s where my therapy plays a crucial role. Thankfully, my diagnoses respond well to Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT), which equips me with skills to maintain this level of mental peace alongside the medication. I won’t lie — it feels daunting. The path to managing my mental health seems like a steep climb, and part of me questions if the effort is worth the reward. However, the thought of the people who care for me, who support me unconditionally, reignites my will to push forward. I owe it to them, and to myself, not to give up.

[bambiebaee]

What type of character would you be? - pick a card

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helloooo, guys!! how are you? i want to present you a new PAC about what type of character would you if you were in a book, movie, any story actually. it was made for entertainment purposes, but i think character you get may represent either actual you or those aspects of yourself you suppress or don’t have an ability to express.

now, choose one picture using your intuition and scroll to your reading. remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates ;)

Pile 1

cool af main hero. guys, you definitely have this main character vibes to you, even if you were a side character you would steal the spotlight lmao. i see you as a protagonist of the story. strong, brave, confident, smart, outstanding, literally has-it-all type that kicks everyone’s asses and ALWAYS wins. okay, you are so powerful and hot, pile 1☠️. as a protagonist i associate you with Kitniss from Hunger Games, Geralt from Rivia, Merida, Shrek..? okay, i am not so good with giving examples🫠 your character is mostly concerned on building a safe and comfortable reality for themselves, they don’t want to get in troubles, but they definitely won’t avoid them. they can literally solve them in a matter of minutes so what’s the problem🙄 i see your character just sitting there sipping their tea right after beating the main boss lmao. i think all they need is a peaceful life, but according to the laws of the genre they are always the only one that can “save this world”. your character is also super independent, and prefer to work alone, they don’t need nor company nor partner. people never remain indifferent to them, someone loves them, someone hates them, someone envies them, and someone wants to be them. you would also have someone who wants to be a part of your team that follows you everywhere and probably annoy you (think of shrek and donkey☠️). if it a romance story you would be someone who has LOTS of admirers but don’t want none of them. you are so free-spirited and cool, you want to go study science, battle, travel, building a career, so what marriage??but in a teen drama you would definitely be that bad b*tch aka Maddy, i think i don’t even have to explain why. so, that’s you as a character, but what about real life? you can either be all these but in a more lighter form, or this is someone you would like to be, huh? you definitely have this free-spirited nature to you, but you may feel like someone or something is burdening you. and guess what? the only person who burdening you is you, cause you’re limitless, honey. so, if there’s something you want, go for it. if destiny gives a chance for something, take a risk and go for it. I feel that you are extremely lucky people, believe in yourself and your abilities!

Pile 2

immortal wise magician. you know these type of characters that appears from nowhere tells something to the mc and then go.. umm, where do they go? nobody knows, they just disappears and keep chilling in their castle, forest, apartment or where on earth they live☠️ That’s actually my favourite type, i would like to be one of them personally. Characters that first came to my mind that are similar to yours are Gandalf and Dumbledore. you don’t have to be old man, of course, i think every story have this character who appears at the right moment, gives the protagonist a hint (usually a set of words that has yet to be solved) and continues to observe what is happening from the side. this is usually a strange friend of the protagonist, a school teacher, a witch, a fairy or a simple passer-by (who in the end may turn out to be almost the god of this world). but I'm almost 100% sure that you would live in a fantasy world and be a magician, you know. in general, your character is a kind of hermit who devotes all his time to studying something and seems to know everything in the world, he is bored and needs entertainment, and at such moments they appear in the life of the main characters. oh, i also think your character could very well be the one who tripled the chaos around the world because of boredom lmao. your character likes to test others as well as teach other people things. I think they can be very funny, sarcastic and witty. they are definitely lazy, but when somebody needs they help they are always there (because if not, then the world will most likely turn upside down, and it will no longer be possible to be lazy). that’s your character. as i said before it may be exaggerated version of you or a part of your nature you can’t express. if it is second option i think you may have problems with, ummm, finding listeners? like, you’re definitely very intelligent and unique person who knows A LOT, but you may feel like nobody understands you, maybe your friends don’t share your interests or don’t listen to what you tell them. it could happen in the past and now you don’t share your thoughts and ideas at all. but i sincerely feel that you are so freaking cool and interesting, i would like to be friends with you, group 2. you should definitely express yourself through your throat chakra, you have a natural talent for it, so do not be afraid to speak out, there will always be people who will support you and share your ideas!!

Pile 3

charismatic villain (or antihero) everybody loves. oooh, you guys would be really dangerous to be around. every story has an antagonist, but not all of them as great as yours. your character is unprincipled, they go over the heads to achieve their goals and successfully achieves them. they are mired in their own crimes, but they feel at home in it like a fish in water. they do not hide their identity and do not try to deceive anyone, they are absolutely sincere in their intentions, and this is how they inspire people, they have many followers and probably there is a so-called henchman next to them. this is one of those villains with a sad backstory. life has disappointed and broken them many times and eventually turned them from a good knights into ones who are ready to go against the whole world and take the side of the so-called "evil". the boundaries of the world have been erased for this character, and what others perceive as atrocities, for them it is likely that what has surrounded them since childhood and killed all human feelings in them. your character strives for power and appreciation. they want the whole world to recognize them and follow them. very often your character acts immature, they are short tempered and impulsive, but also brave, confident and bold, they do not care what others think, they have themselves and that’s enough. they don't trust anyone because their trust has been betrayed way too many times. they have a goal and they go to it. by any means. your character is also extremely charismatic. people are ready to follow them, and in their story, I think they are much more popular than the main character that is.. powerful. honestly, if it describes you i am kind of scared☠️ but if it something that you suppress in yourself, honey, are you okay? do you feel like you are being mistreated by others? you feel underestimated and want to prove everybody they are wrong? have been heartbroken and betrayed? i sense this strong desire to prove that you’re enough, that you deserve it, that you are not what others think of you. you may bottle up your emotions a lot, you don’t speak up for yourself, all these words and emotions that you don’t let out hurt you. please, if you are doing so, stop. you don’t need to prove anything to anyone, you have yourself and this is the main thing, start accepting and taking care of yourself, find this harmony inside, and don’t let negative emotions and thoughts fill you, let them out, learn to deal with this in a healthy way. I believe in you!!

that’s the reading. i hope you enjoyed it. it turned out kind of weird and chaotic i think, but i really liked making this PAC. i actually consider making part 2, so let me know if you want to see it. have an amazing day/night or whatever! (*^ω^*)

[damonjuicyscock]

I love your smuts😩😩 could you do a Liam smut that starts with angst and then turns to smut🙏🙏

You requested it lovely, here it is, I hope you’ll like it. It’s based on real events because while watching the Supersonic documentary, there’s a part where Liam and Noel’s father really came and wanted to see them and Liam almost kicked his ass (he wanted to break his legs), well it’s a difficult time. For those who didn’t watch it yet, I advise it to you, we learn so many things and you can see that even if our dear Gallagher brothers acted like cool dicks, they in fact are very sensitive and passionate, they’re really moving people.

Enjoy!

Fucked up (90’s Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90’s Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Angst (It’s kinda painful guys, so hold on, prepare your tissues, or don’t read if it triggers you), fluff, smut (P in V sex, unprotected sex)

Words: 1895

Summary: You’re Liam’s best friend. Liam’s father came in the bar he was in with Noel and almost fought him. He’s enraged. Noel calls you to pick him up because he’s drunk and violent. You try to speak with him, and when you tell him to talk to you, he ends up crying…

It was a peaceful night for you. You were in your Manchester apartment watching TV while eating some popcorn… Well at least after Oasis live. You saw your best friend Liam singing this night, but you left after, because afterparties aren’t your thing. You didn’t see the point in getting high or getting drunk.

You knew your best friend when you were 11. You weren’t born a Mancunian, but it didn’t prevent you to become friends with this dickhead. But this dickhead, you loved him a lot. He had always been here for you, and so were you. He was funny, making you laugh when you were sad, always cheering you up, telling you life was too short to be sad.

Soon during your teenage years, you fell in love with him, but you never told him. He wasn’t the type of man to only have one girl.

It was a peaceful night for you until you received a call that would change everything forever.

At first you didn’t answer. But the person calling you was insisting, so you answered, bored.

-Y/N speaking… -Y/N, this is Noel -Oh hey, missed you since earlier. -I would have loved to joke with you cock, but this isn’t the right moment to do this. We have a big problem, and you’re the only one who can solve it.

You sat on the edge of your couch, worried.

-What is it? -It’s our kid, he really needs you right now. -Why? -Something bad happened Y/N, I’ll tell you when you’ll be here, but you really have to come quickly. -I’m on my way.

You put socks, shoes, and jacket on and left your apartment, joining the band in the pub they were in.

When you arrived, Bonehead was outside smoking a cigarette, waiting for you.

-Y/N, he’s inside. -What happened? -It’s their old man, he showed up here, Liam has lost his fucking mind. Oh fuck.

You ran inside the pub. You knew Liam hated his father more than anything. But you were also worried about Noel. Noel and Paul had been victims of their father. Let’s say, you didn’t know what you were going to find in here.

When you saw Noel, you went towards him.

-Noely, I’m here. -It’s… -I know, Bonehead told me. Let me take care of this. Are you okay? -I will be when me brother will be. -I’ll do everything in my power. -You’re the only one who can soothe him Y/N. -I also know that… you answered, sighing

Liam was there, fist clenching, a look of death in his eyes. He had a bottle of whiskey in front of him, and he threatened that if anyone was taking it away from him, he would break it on their heads.

You sat next to him, laying your hand on his.

-Li’… It’s me, it’s Y/N, everything is fine now, I’m here. -He showed up here. -I know. -I could have killed him. I wanted to. -No you didn’t, do you know why? -Why? He rasped at you -Because you know he's no match for you, you're better than him, he's nothing. A man who beats his wife and children is nothing more than a fucker, but he isn’t a man.

Liam looked at you, eyes full of hope.

-You’re right… -Let’s go to mine’s. You need to get out of here, the environment won’t help you. -Ca… -Yes I don’t mind, take the bottle with you, as long as you don’t puke on my carpet.

You both got up, and he followed you. You saw blood on his hands. He had been clenching his fists so hard that his nails digged in his hands and it made him bleed.

You crossed Noel’s gaze and he mouthed a “Thank you”.

*

Once you were at your place, Liam sat on your couch, still stunned by the events.

He was drinking his whiskey automatically, as if his body was here, but his mind wasn’t.

-Li’ ?

He didn’t answer.

You sat next to him and took his hand in yours.

-Li’, talk to me, please…

He looked up at you and broke into tears.

You never saw Liam like this before, and it was heart-breaking. Tears also invaded your eyes, and you took him in your arms. His wrapped around your waist, as he was painfully crying and sobbing uncontrollably against your chest.

-Everything was fucking fine before he showed up. -Shhh, I know Li’, I know… -why does he have to fuck it up every time? He fucked us up, Noel is… He…He was terrified and… fuck!

Liam got up and threw the whisky bottle across the room, which went to break on the ground.

He threw other things, it was just furniture, but still.

His rage was coming out in sobs and screams.

Seeing Liam like this was unbearable for you. Tears started running down your face as well.

You came towards him, you knew he could possibly slap you accidentally in the process, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t leave him like this.

You managed to catch his wrists in your hands, and he looked at you, his face red, tears on his face and in his eyes.

You felt him soften at your touch, his arms wrapping around you, and his head falling on your shoulder.

-I’m Soz… I’m so soz Y/N… -It’s okay Li’.

You took his face between your hands; his eyes were closed.

He sniffed, and you wiped his tears away with your thumbs.

His eyes reopened, and he put his hands on yours, looking at you deep in the eye.

You stood like this for a few seconds, both your breaths shaking before latching his lips on yours, kissing you passionately.

You responded to his kiss, something you dreamt of before. But was it really the good moment for this?

You had no power over this and let him kiss you. His tongue asked for entrance, and you let him in, your tongues melting together.

After a few seconds, he stopped kissing you, out of breath.

-I love you Y/N. There, I said it. -Li’… -You’re not forced to answer, I just wanted you to know. You’re the only one who can soothe me pain. -Maybe, but am I the only girl? -Yea, yea you are, me only bird.

You kissed again and he took your pyjama tee off. From here, you were gone into something else.

Liam lifted you up and sat you on your dining table, his lips sliding to your neck, peppering it with kisses.

You knew he was desperate, but if you could relieve him of his pain by letting him do this, you would.

You weren’t even sure he really loved you. He was drunk, maybe these were just drunk words.

Your hands went to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them.

When you did this, Liam decided to put his hands inside your pj trousers and inside your knickers, his fingers rubbing your clit, making you whimper at the feeling.

It was only passion now. Nothing else but you two existed in this apartment which was previously cold and filled with sorrow.

He slid your trousers and knickers off you, before sliding his and his boxers right after he did to you.

You laid on the table, and Liam aligned his tip with your entrance, and entered you without warning, making you both moan in unison.

He let you adjust to his size and kissed you again, passionately.

You nodded and he started moving, his length sliding in and out of you.

-Fuck Y/N…

You responded with a moan.

All that mattered was this right moment, you’d been waiting for it for a long time now.

You didn’t know if he really meant what he previously said, but it’s like he was proving it to you, and proving it to himself.

Was he treating you like all the other girls? Was he doing it with them like he was doing it with you? Was it different?

So many questions were running through your mind, but they were disappearing during the act.

Your legs wrapped around his pelvis, making him go deeper inside you.

Liam was moaning and grunting. You loved to hear him sing, but these noises were the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard in your whole life.

His right arm wrapped around your chest, bringing you to him, and kissed your lips.

His left hand held yours, still moving his hips against yours, bringing you to oblivion.

He started hitting your G-spot, making you scream in pleasure and your walls contract around him.

-Fuck Y/N… This is so good…

His pace became erratic, a fine line of sweat sliding from his forehead.

You never felt this before. Was it because you had sex with only men you didn’t love? Was love bringing something more to this?

-Y/N… look at me.

You did as told, looking at him deep in the eye. You were about to cum, and you could tell he was close as well by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier.

He kissed you again, with a passion you weren’t used to.

-I want to see you… I-I-I want to see you when you’ll cum. -You will -Nah…I mean…I want to see y-your eyes. Keep your eyes open…please… -I’ll…Try…

Your walls convulsed more and more around him and your heard him moan loudly. His thumb went to rub your clit and you were lost.

You were only moans and gasps now, trying not to close your eyes.

You were making faces, your orgasm being really close now.

-Li’… -Me too me girl, me too, let go.

You let yourself go, coming around his shaft, your legs shaking around Liam’s pelvis and your body trembling.

Liam was holding you tight and this threw him over the edge.

He came inside you, painting your insides with his hot seed, grunting your name and watching you.

His head fell in the crook of your neck.

You took a few minutes to catch your breath. Liam kissed you again once he caught his.

-Li’… I wanted to tell you… You know, I love you too. I’m just…I’m just scared Liam. -What are you scared of? -You love women and women love you. I’m afraid of not being the only one. I just hope I wasn’t some… -Shut yer’ cake hole, this is bullshit. When I say I love you I mean it, right? I don’t know, I’m still inside you and you’re already talking bobbins. Do I have to ask you? -Ask me what? -If you want to be me only bird? Be me only bird and I’ll be your one and only. -If you ask so kindly, yes Liam. And I promise as your only bird, to protect you from him and to soothe you when needed, to love you… -Hey, you’re me bird but we’re not married yet. But thank you for this, it goes straight to my heart.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

s.o.s, m | knj

pairing(s): namjoon x reader

summary: It's two in the morning and Kim Namjoon is at your doorstep, asking you to fuck. In a fuckbuddies way, because, as a wise man once said, "I may not know love, but I know snacks." Well, you do agree with this statement. Let's go with the flow!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics, blowjob, cowgirl); friends-with-benefits and feels through fucking (classic for me, haha, maybe I fell in love with him while writing it, oops)

happy birthday, Kim Namjoon <3 #happyRMday

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now playing – pado by bibi

“Hey!”

“Shit, Namjoon, are you trying to break my door down at two in the morning or what? What’s with you? Why didn’t you just type in the lock?”

Kim Namjoon’s large frame and big brown eyes glanced at the silver-blue electronic number pad on your apartment door. “Oh. Right. I forgot you had that now.”

“I have it because you keep losing my key!”

He rubbed the back of his now blond head sheepishly. He must have dyed it recently because it had been dark brown last week. It was shorter than before, trimmed at the sides and longer at the top. Usually it was styled, but right now it was messy and puffy like he had been running across the city on those long legs of his or, more likely, windblown from riding his bicycle on his way here.

Namjoon didn’t drive. He said it was to maintain world peace.

“Do you wanna fuck?” he asked you breathlessly.

You looked down at your massive black sleep shirt that made you look like a lump of fabric, but, well, he picked today to pop the question and what were you gonna do? Say no?

You snapped back up, smacking your finger on your left wrist. “It’s two in the morning!”

“One forty-five, yeah,” Namjoon agreed, glancing at his brown leather-banded, white-faced watch. Simple and sleek. You noticed he had a few colorful string-woven bracelets on his wrists, likely handmade by someone in the various rural villages Namjoon liked to visit in his spare time. He dropped his arm and smiled brilliantly at you with those dimpled cheeks.

“I was thinking about you. You know, that habit you do when you run your hand through your hair and flick your wrist at the end, elegantly spreading your fingers out. Super sexy.”

You felt your ears heat. “Hahah… what?”

He scratched his head and stuck his hands in his loose black pants, draping his warm gray t-shirt over his wrists. Lowered his chin and flickered his eyes to you, awkward half-smile on those full lips.

Oh.

Shit.

“D… Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, backing up and shifting your eyes. “You always do that.”

“Do what?” Namjoon chirped, stepping inside and out of his brown sandals.

“Give me those puppy eyes even though you’re built like a fucking tank.”

“I snore like one too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But none of those things really mattered because your arm was snaking up, your other hand slapping the door closed, looking down until you couldn’t look down anymore, lifting your head to playful dark brown orbs and a dimpled smile, already leaning down, his scent of warm cotton and faint florals washing over you, and then his lips touched yours and it was over.

You could say no, you could, but you never really wanted to.

Namjoon wasn’t being rude showing up so late. After all, you had already told him it was one of your fantasies, a late-night rendezvous, a bit of unexpected expected fun. Namjoon was willing to help, a game of ping-pong between casual, sometimes lovers, both too busy and scatterbrained at this point in life to commit to anything, but that worked for you and for him, or at least that’s what you told him and what he told you, his large hands now encircling your back, fingertips pressed into the thin fabric, sighing into your mouth, rhythm of those long fingers dancing up, up, sinking into your hair, tangling himself in it, nibbling at your lower lip.

“I just love touching your hair,” that deep, deep voice whispered to your lips, eyes still closed, smirking as the tip of your tongue darted out, playing with him as he spoke. “And I like messing it up a little.”

“A little? You like messing it up a lot.”

Namjoon curled his fingers inward and pulled back, your head following automatically, grinning with you as he opened his eyes, devious even with the dimples.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”

It wasn’t fun if it wasn’t with him.

You raised your hand and spread your fingers out, slowly running your nails up and then down his chest, smirking back at him, your tongue peeking out between your teeth.

Namjoon once said to you, let’s just go with the flow, ride the wave.

He sucked in a breath right now and pulled you close, hands letting go of your hair as he captured your lips again, deep, ravenous kisses that took your breath away, such wonderful lips that loved to travel across your body and wander that wonderland, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up as he stumbled back into your apartment, dragging you with him, you riding the wave of his passion, dragging his shirt up with yours, tossing them aside, body to body, exploring lips on that warm skin and muscular chest.

Namjoon also said things like, I may not know love, but I know snacks, so, yeah, he was always poetic like that. Full of wisdom and weirdness, arguably the best combination one could have when struggling through this nonsensical world.

You pushed him down on the bed, kissing all that tan skin, running your nails down his shoulders, walking down his defined biceps finger by finger, digging in a little harder, pairing it with kisses and drawing stars on his pecs with your saliva, making him smile and flash those dimples.

“Like that?” you teased, drawing back a little so he could watch the mastery of your tongue at work.

“You know me,” Namjoon chuckled, the sound radiating from his chest to your mouth, sending ripples through your spine. “I like cute things with a little pinch.”

“Like those tiny beach crabs?”

Now he actually laughed, that throaty, booming laugh of his, nodding with affirmation.

You sometimes wondered when the waves would stop and roll out, sometimes wondered if the tide of Kim Namjoon would go low and leave you behind, but maybe it was the moon or something, cosmic threads that sent him rushing back to your beach, bright and sparkling, always catching the light and looking good from every angle.

“Fuck, I always forget you’re huge.”

“I am not huge. You are being dramatic.”

“Dramatically sucking your dick.”

You knew how to take his breath away, how to make him gasp and his hand fly to your head, groaning as he pushed you down, your throat closing around his rapidly swelling length, tongue all over in the small window you had to wetly caress every contour and vein, bobbing your head in time with his gentle nudges, waiting for you and your jaw to adjust before thrusting a little harder, a little rougher, choppy waves and lost breath. His scent filled your nose, his toned hips in your hands, digging your nails into that muscle, inhaling and drowning in the feeling, pressing him between tongue and roof of your mouth, feeling the head hitting your throat, so you tightened your muscles.

Namjoon moaned your name, brown orbs turning darker from dilated pupils.

It filled your ears and soaked into your chest, your heart pumping faster, beating harder, drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren.

You took him deeper, pulsing around the head, sticking your tongue out a little to lap at his balls collected in your hands.

“A-Ah, fuck… You’re always so, so good… always making me think of you…”

You watched his eyes close, his hand gripping your hair, not unkind, simply adding a little bit of force, but you were in control of the pace, riding the wave, filling your mouth with his hardness over and over, closing your own eyes, small tears collecting at the corners, unable to breathe, but you already knew you were diving and you practiced for this, holding your breath and bobbing your head fast and tight, your fingernails clawing at his sides just the way he liked, a little neediness, a little desperation, maybe an act or maybe not, honestly hard to tell with how often you had blown him, so maybe it was part of you now, just like how sometimes you would be alone and smell his scent even though Namjoon wasn’t there at all, maybe real but probably an olfactory memory, strange that it would happen just like that, a wave of warm cotton and faint florals that you drank in small trickles right now, your mouth occupied with his thick length, listening to the sloppy, wet sound of his cock being swallowed over and over again by your suffocating mouth, saliva sliding over his balls and onto your chin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Pushing you down, forcing you to deep dive, swallowing on instinct, clamping your lips around his jerking cock with every gulp of gushing cum, the strong salty taste lingering in the back of your tongue as your throat was stuffed with the swollen head. Namjoon shuddered deeply, resonating pleasure that drifted down his torso and through your fingertips. You lapped up anything you missed, sucking it off and Namjoon hissed at the sensitivity, tugging at your hair sharply.

You hummed and retreated a little, breathing again, licking the underside of the tip, wiggling your tongue over the slit and around head, opening your eyes to Namjoon’s panting smile.

“You want me to punish you or what?”

Nah, you wanted to ride the wave, but this particular wave was pretty fucking big.

“Oooh, fuck…!”

Namjoon raised his arms and grabbed your pillows, thrusting his hips up into your pussy after you had lowered halfway. The condom wrapper flew off the bed, probably to be found in some random place in your room tomorrow morning.

A later you problem.

Hands on his chest, sinking down, gasping for breath at the forced stretch at his girth, but it was nicer that way, wet and getting wetter, spreading your knees and arching your back, your hair falling down your shoulders, rolling your body to smack down onto his crotch, fuck, so hard and so full, starting a rough, choppy rhythm because Namjoon was deliberately not letting you set up a reasonable pace and kept thrusting up a little too fast, a little too hard, hot moans tumbling out of your mouth, feeling the crashing pleasure try to overtake you, drawing your knees back in to feel all of him, your palms sliding up, grasping those strong shoulders, lowering your head to speak to those sultry brown orbs reflecting your open mouth and half-lidded gaze.

“Namjoon… please, oh, f-fuck… if you’re gonna be like this, j-just fuck me…!”

He grinned, dimples on display.

“Anything for you.”

Mayday, mayday, you needed to be saved from that teasing smile and those words.

His hands fitted to your shaking hips and held you up easily, lifting his hips up at a deep, hard pace, emphasis on strength and less on speed, the muscles of his arms tense and locked to keep you above him as he slammed his hard cock into your pussy.

“Ah, yes, yes, right there, Namjoon, yes…”

You could go deeper so you did, slapping your hips down too and making Namjoon grin under you. Shit, something about those round cheeks and bright smile while he was railing you practically to heaven was doing something to you, washing out your senses and giving you no time to think, squeezing him inside you and feeling him twitch back, something so sexy about how he could do that even while fucking you, and you saw him suck in a breath, witnessing your effect on him, his hold becoming tighter, his dark lashes lowering, hooded eyes and locking with your gaze.

Drowning in the pleasure with you.

“Come on, you want it, right?” he panted under you, voice so deep it felt like you were underwater, your skin vibrating with the seductiveness of his tone and the depth of his sound mixing with the harsh slaps of skin to skin, wet and wonderful. “Show me you want it, give it to me.”

You couldn’t say no, already tightening your core and smacking down on him harder before he could even finish speaking, the ecstasy shooting up your spine and pouring all over your scalp and mind, letting go, pitched cries and blissful moans, Namjoon moaning with you, your name on his lips and filling up your bedroom, clutching his shoulders and staring into his eyes, breathing in warm cotton and faint florals, cast away into a wild paradise.

You clenched around him and gasped, a powerful jolt rocking through you, surprised at the sudden squelch but then you felt the overwhelming rush barreling through you, sweeping you into pulsing pleasure, one of your hands losing grip and grabbing onto the pillow beside Namjoon’s head, his heavy breath and your exhaled name blowing over on your prickling skin, realizing you were accidentally closer than usual because your hand slipped, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and slamming you down onto his crotch, groaning and tipping his head back, his eyes closing, Adam’s apple prominent against his flexed neck.

If possible, suddenly you could breathe even less.

Your pussy throbbed around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom and your juices soaking his skin with each flinch of the aftermath, wave after wave crashing into you, your arms trembling to hold yourself up so you could absorb it all – him, the dwindling pleasure, the moment when his eyes opened, your name drifting out of those lips in a lustful haze.

“I should… go back to mine, huh…” he wheezed, chuckling slightly. “Otherwise, I’m going to snore too loud and you’re not going to be able to sleep…”

You slid down, closer, closer, seeing the mole underneath his lower lip with his rueful smile. His fingers were drawing circles on your hips.

“I bought earplugs.”

You silenced his laugh with a kiss.

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