#or i get convinced my writings gonna disappear and have been doing this for literally 4 years straight

[sammygender]

the rly great thing abt having been a lil bit mentally fucked up since absolutely forever is that i’m very Used to my own tactics. panicking about whether there‘s a spider in the corner of my room and making myself check every 10 seconds (either that it’s still there or that it ISN’T there) so that they don’t surround me in my sleep? ummm well just keep one of my mini lights on so every 10 seconds i can LIGHTLY look up and take a peek and if by chance it does happen to venture off it’ll go towards the light? so obvious? btw i’m not scared of spiders im just crazy

[auroralwriting]

Hi love! I’d like to request a mob!bucky fic where he is the man that runs New York and the reader is his wife who convinces him to let her start opening hospitals and homes for people in need etc. one of his rivals tries to take her while at a charity thing and calls Bucky weak and losing his touch so he literally destroys him to protect his woman.

I understand if you are too busy but would love ya forever if you could write what has been in my head!

guard dog

mob!bucky barnes x wife!reader

bucky doesn't take too kindly to people hurting his wife.

word count: 1.7k | warnings: violence, cursing, bucky having a sweet spot for his doll ♡

i wrote this one so fast. thank you for this amazing request!! i hope i did your vision justice!

Everyone knew of Mr. James Barnes. He practically ran New York with every politician pressed under his palm, along with every rich business man and woman wrapped around his little finger.

The one thing you needed to understand about James, Bucky, as his wife called him, was that you were never to be messed with.

To Bucky, you were the epitome of innocence. No one was allowed to lay a finger on you or say anything that could even potentially upset you. You were his world, and he made sure it was protected.

Of course, he was absolutely right. You were truly an angel on earth, the truest definition of kind. Little did everyone know, while they were wrapped around Bucky's finger, he was wrapped around yours.

"Bucky, you cannot kill someone on a Sunday," You'd gripe. "Sunday's are holy days, and the days I make my cannoli. You don't want cannoli?" Bucky would give in, rescheduling to fit your needs. "And see if that guy wants a cannoli, too. If I were gonna die, I'd sure as hell want a nice, homemade cannoli."

You practically controlled his every little move. You kept Bucky somewhat grounded for a mobster. You also made sure to keep him from disappearing off the face of the earth.

"Hun, you mom's coming over for dinner tomorrow- No, I don't want to hear it! Anyone who had the guts to raise you and not lose their mind deserves a nice, home cooked meal with her family. Dinner, six o'clock, be there."

Your latest topic, though, was helping people. You didn't give too much mind to the people Bucky worked with, but your mind was set on the homeless. Some news report on CNN had utterly convinced you that you needed to be the change in the world.

"Buck, please!" You begged, latching your hands onto your husbands arm. "This is my calling!"

A small grin formed on Bucky's face, "I thought your calling was to foster little orphans. Or was it to start an animal rescue. Oh, maybe-"

"James, I'm serious!" Use of Bucky's real name was a sign you wanted him to take you seriously. "Please, I just want to help the innocent people out there who don't have anything or anyone."

With your puppy dog eyes gleaming at him, Bucky knew he couldn't say no. "Alright, alright. But I get to choose the place since I'm buying."

A large smile erupted on your face as you leaped to hug Bucky. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much, baby!"

Bucky's wide palms rubbed your back softly as he kissed your head. "Anything for my precious world."

And so, the hunt for the perfect shelter was in place. Immediately, you called some friends to bounce ideas back and forth off them. Eventually, you decided on the name Feast. Food, emergency aid, shelter, and training. It was everything anyone could ever need. It was perfection.

Even Bucky had to agree, it sounded pretty solid. He was amused at the acronym, enjoying the excitement your project gave you.

After a few months, Feast was nearly up and running. To gather attention, you decided to host a gala. Bucky helped you invite anyone and everyone important. You needed to get Feast's name out there, and the big people were who would do it. Secretly, Bucky only agreed because he knew he could.. convince the ones who denied to lend a hand.

The night of the gala approached. You sat with Natasha, as she finished putting on her makeup. "Natty, you look so pretty already."

"Yeah, but you know Steve likes the shimmer. I just want to add a little bit more," Natasha replied, referring to her husband, aka Bucky's best friend. It helped a lot that your best friend was married to Bucky's best friend. Natasha and you did almost everything together.

"Steve would like you if you wore a cardboard box," You groaned. "Come on, we're going to be late!"

Natasha laughed as she stood up, "Alright, alright! You, Mrs. Barnes, are going to have a wonderful outcome I hear."

Your heart leaped at her words. "Really?"

"Yeah, I heard anyone's who's anyone is coming." You squealed at Natasha's words and lead her down to the limo where Bucky and Steve were waiting.

The moment Bucky laid eyes on you, he felt like he was falling in love all over again. "Doll," He breathed out, holding your waist carefully with both hands. "You're an angel,"

You blushed at his words, "You always know just what to say to me,"

"That's why you married me," Bucky teased, knowing all too well there were too many reasons to name as to why you married him. He still felt so lucky.

"You both look amazing," Steve complimented. "But if we don't get going soon, we'll be late."

Quickly, the four of you shimmed into the limo, having some champagne and listening to soft music while you made your way to the gala. You'd left all the interior planning up to Natasha, who's taste was the best in all of New York. You trusted her with your life. After making your way into the hall, it was solidified once more that Natasha was incredible.

The hall was beaming with gold and silver, a soft jazz band playing and a bustling bar full of the most appealing looking drinks you'd seen in a long time. You gave Natasha a thankful look as Bucky began to softly pull you away. He'd spotted the Mayor, and he was itching to make conversation.

It was probably two hours of chit chat later and you found your feet aching from your insanely high heels. You leaned up to Bucky's ear, "Hun, I'm going to go grab a drink. Want anything?"

"Rum?" Bucky muttered back as you gave an eager smile.

You sat at the bar, ordering yours and Bucky's drink. After a moment or so, you noticed the presence of someone in the seat beside you who wasn't there previously.

"Mrs. Barnes," You looked over to see Brock Rumlow. He, too, was a mobster. However, he wasn't one Bucky or Steve were particularly fond of. You didn't even know he was invited tonight. "What a lovely event this is."

"Oh, Mr. Rumlow," You said with surprise laced in your voice. "Thank you, it took a lot of preparation."

"I'm just surprised," Rumlow hummed. "Such a.. charitable thing your husband is endorsing."

You shook your head, "It was all my idea."

"Of course it was," Rumlow bitterly responded. "Barnes' pretty little play thing wanted a new passion project to occupy herself. How expected."

You felt your heart pang at his words. "Oh," You stuttered, losing any sense of confidence.

"I got you at a loss for words?" Rumlow's voice was low as he began to lean over your figure. It felt daunting rather than sultry. It felt dangerous.

"Rumlow, please back up a little bit," You pleaded as Rumlow's smirk grew. "I don't have any space."

"That's the point, baby girl." He continued to prowl over you like a hungry beast, ready to pounce on its prey. For a moment, you felt overcome with fear. The way Rumlow eyed you made you wish you had worn a more conservative dress.

Before you could blink, Rumlow was pushed back harshly. It caused you to jump up and into someones arms. You didn't even need to question who it was; you knew Bucky's touch anywhere.

"What the fuck were you doing with my girl?" Bucky growled as Rumlow shook himself out of shock.

"Just making conversation," Rumlow dryly responded. "She's a joy to talk to."

Bucky scoffed, "It looked like you were about to drag her out of here."

"And so what if I was?" Rumlow challenged. "What would you do, huh, Barnes? You've gone weak, she's making you lose your touch. You're just her silly little guard dog. No one's scared of you when everyone knows that you'd never do anything to upset your precious-"

Before Rumlow could even finish his sentence, Bucky was on top of him, punches pushing his head back and forth, left and right. The sickening sounds of skin against skin was too much for you to bare, but luckily, Steve had come right on time. He was quick to pull you behind him where Natasha was waiting to hold you in her arms.

"Don't you dare call me fuckin' weak!" Bucky yelled. All eyes were on the scene unfolding.

The crack of Rumlow's jaw was not to be missed as Bucky's fist collided with it so hard you could've sworn Bucky broke some of his teeth. "You think you can come here to my wife's gala and try me?"

You wanted to stop Bucky, but you could tell that with his anger, thee was no stopping him until he was done. More sounds of cracking, Rumlow's howls of pain, and the blow's of Bucky's beatings were all that echoed in the hall.

After a few minutes, Bucky slowly stopped, panting as he leaned over Rumlow breathlessly. It was then you stepped in, running behind Bucky and putting your hands on his shoulders. "Buck, c'mon. Let me get you cleaned up." Blood was splattered on Bucky's face, his fists drenched in it. You nodded to Steve who, once Bucky was standing, picked Rumlow over his shoulder and took him out of the building. Natasha waved the band who began playing, and everyone fell back into conversation almost as if nothing happened.

Bucky and you were silent as the bartender handed you some towels to clean Bucky up. "Did you see any of that?" Bucky asked softly, his tone much different than a few minutes beforehand.

"Steve pulled me behind him," You answered, wiping off Bucky's knuckles. They were already bruising due to the beatings on them.

"Good man," He nodded, knowing that he would have done the same for Natasha. They protected each other's girls, always. "I'm sorry this happened tonight. I didn't mean to ruin the gala."

You chuckled, forcing Bucky to look up and around. "Look, nothing's ruined. You don't think these people are used to this stuff?"

Bucky gave a soft smile in return as his fingers fell across your cheek, softly rubbing it. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Endlessly protect and love me, to start." You cheekily replied.

"Yeah," Bucky nodded, kissing you softly. "Always." He added as he pulled away. "Now, come on. I don't think we spoke to the Stark's yet."

[strongheartneteyam]

I wet you like water but she stained you like blood.

Pairing: widowed!dilf!jake sully x younger!female!human!reader

CW: slight sexual language, can be triggering to some, heartbreak, age gap kink, hurt/no comfort, age gap relationship problems, angst, reader reminiscing (pls tell me if I missed anything) 

So, yeah... I never know when I'm gonna come back with another writing. My hiatus n working periods are all a bit unpredictable lol sorry. Anyways... I literally spent the whole night awake n I was struck by a sudden lightning of creativity early in the morning and I edited this chapter n wrote a bit more, but I still haven't slept at all, so, I apologize if some parts of this make no sense at all. I'll fix it when I can. Hope you guys like it <3 ily guys a whole lot :)) obs: this chapter is a shorter one.

Slightly proofread.

Chapter 4 𓆩♡𓆪

They say all's well that ends well

But I'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine

And that made me want to die

The idea you had of me, who was she?

A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

All Too Well - 10 minutes Version (Taylor Swift)

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It had been 1 year since the last time you saw Jacob Sully. Or Jakey, like you used to call him. The wound never healed. It still throbbed and bled every time you remembered the words he told you that dreadful day. "I think we should stop seeing each other." It felt like you would never get over him. How can one get over such an overpowering, raw feeling? He marked you forever, like a bruise that seemed to never disappear from your skin.

The flashback came like thunder in a storm, haunting your thoughts with a loud pain that echoed through your mind. What you told Jake that night.

“The truth is I love you. The truth is I can't take this anymore. I'm giving you my everything but you don't seem to be doing the same. You're still guarded.” There was a tense period of silence “Jake… I love you. But I don't think you feel the same.”

Maybe you shouldn't have said anything. Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut, he would still be with you.

Ugh!! Stop that, now, (y/n)! Some self love, please? You're better than this. You deserve better.

You tried to convince yourself of that, at least.

The pain was unbearable at times and almost easy to conceal at other times. It depended on how distracted with work or your studies you were. These days you ran to any distraction that could ease the perpetual angst that squeezed your heart inside its hands all the fucking time. It had been like that ever since Jake left you. What were you expecting anyway? You should have known you were never truly loved by Jake. The love of his life was Neytiri and it would always be, alive and walking through Pandora or dead and with Eywa.

It felt beyond weird to have to hear people talking about Jake and have to pretend he was a stranger to you, someone you barely knew, when he had actually left a mark so strong on you, a memory ingrained in your brain, a feeling, a pain buried inside your heart that made you want to scream and hit your head against a wall. That's how much it hurt.

You would never have his body against yours again, warming you up when it was cold, after you spent the whole day in that damn lab, studying Pandoran plants but all you could really concentrate on was how much you missed his reassuring, protective presence. He made you feel safe for the first time in your life. But now he is gone. Just like every single good thing you ever had in your life. But you know what? Maybe your mother was right, maybe love wasn't really something that could ever last forever.

Did Jake ever really make a real effort to be with you? Thinking back, it was extremely easy for him to just come to you and fuck you anytime he felt sad and lonely. What if you had just been a naive, dumb girl all this time? Were you mourning a love that never actually existed? It was always so hard to talk to him about his feelings for you, he never actually let you in, to be honest. All the time you two spent together, you were never able to know if he ever saw you as a partner or just a fuck buddy. 

Oh, but the high… it was worth all the lows. The butterflies in your stomach every time you guys were almost caught fucking in the back of your work room by Norm. Eventually you guys had to tell him about your situationship because, oh well… he already knew what was going on, really. Norm is not a fool or a child. He could add 2 plus 2.

The adrenaline was worth all the tears. And, fuck… you would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

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[monacos-darling]

ive been thinking about hanahaki rosquez and ong marc getting that surgery its giving the abo abort that baby discourse like bitchhhh he ain't gonna suffer thru allat unless the surgery has a MASSIVE recovery time and also a MASSIVE cost personally. and even then it'll only be a seasonnnnnnn (which he wins! half a lung and a dream and still lapping 2 tenths in front of the entire gird my goat) and is that enough for them? like even if the flowers were in valeeee (eye do think. he is delulu enough that it wouldn't happen. also its about the person believing the other does not have feelings for the them marc is tooooo obvious for that like bitch is staring at vale w fuck me eyes after a single HINT is dropped about vale taking him back he's literally looking at vale every week like pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. but what IF!) IS HE GOING TO CONTACT MARC? like he's is nottttt contacting the devil pleaseeee he's is getting Off that bike and Getting That Surgery. like pregnancy au he is trying to convince everyone he's virgin mary he is joking to everyone this is due to his feelings for his unfulfilled 10th championship he is deluding himself into believing its NOT for marc. but if they decide to keep it they are NOT telling each other vale is finding marc fainted in a bathroom toilet with petals scattered around him aesthetically and there's a whole blood stained flower next to his mouth laying on the marble slated floors like a painting at the yearly gala (alex is. indisposed for unclear fanfiction plot reason. don't ask) marc is finding out through gossip sites he is committing corporate espionage he is bribing the yamaha doctors to find out whats happening and why vale is so sick. reconciliation is not happening without a major MAJOR intervention and honestly aus are such a fun way to imagine what could have been.......

ALSO! i love imagining rosquez in situations bc they are both so fucked up no one have even a close to normal reaction about itttttttt. i DOOOO think however that if the surgery makes the person lose feelings FOREVER it might be different..... marc who loves SO deeply and SO hard and is (in my head) a romantic at heart never being able to feel again...... vale. who makes decisions from his hearttttt (ducati. just to name one) losing all feelings FOREVER! well i don't think any of them would take it. but then again would ANY sane person take it .? also I've never been able to figure it out like do the flowers just never stop growing once theyve appeared? would therapy help.... what even happens when they find out the feelings are reciprocated ? flowers just magically disappear? like PERSONALLY i think having a recovery period where the flowers roots (symbolising the DISTRUST the BELIEF that the s/o doesn't have feelings for them) detach themselves from the lungs thru constant repetition of their loveeeee (whump!!!!!! hurt comfort!!!!!! #putmenthroughkidnappingsagain2024) and they have to cough up their remaining flowers in order to start healinggggg is SO fun. i love pain :)

all this to say i think more people on here should start writing hanahaki aus there's one fic on ao3 that FUCKS but also hasn't been updated since 2018.... ao3 user zjemciciastko if ur still on here and still alive dm me.... i love u...

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Hey Hey!

Today I wanted to share a Human AU that I’ve been thinking about writing (well I’m gonna write it lol) It’s about my OC (Bean) and Vox (Vaughn), it’s set in the 1930s and goes until 1950 (when Vox dies). I’ve written the beginning. Everything you see is literally a WIP, so it’s all under construction (it may change over time) See how ya like it! 😊

Summary: In 1930, Beatrice is a young biracial girl who knew from the start that she wasn’t destined to succeed. However she meets Vaughn, a radio host trying to make it to television, this is her opportunity to make it; to have fame and fortune…

But what price will she pay?

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: RACISM, HOMOPHOBIA, UNDERAGE MARRIAGE!🚨

Baton Rouge, Louisiana 1930

Vaughn Anderson was a man of many talents, and he was happy to share these talents with his friends and family, at least as long as they had something to give in return.

Thats why when his “friend”, Donahue “Donnie” Matten asked him for help he got on the next train to Louisiana. Vaughn had hoped whatever he wanted was worth it, Louisiana was hotter than Hell; he hadn’t been here since he was being interviewed at WWL; the only crappy radio station they had. The host, some four eyed bastard, tried embarrassing him on the air. He refused to come back, but Tommy, his publicist, convinced him it was a bad idea.

“There he is!” Donnie stepped out of the car.

Vaughn flashed him a fake smile, if he could describe Donnie in one word it’d be “irresponsible”. He was a talented pianist, was from old money and known by everyone in the North then he just disappeared, this is the first time he’s seen him in 17 years.

“Shake a leg Bea!” He yelled behind him.

A young girl came up behind him, she wore a light blue dress that with white gloves and heels to compliment it; the young lady struggled to keep her hat on her head. Her skin was what Vaughn was focused on, it was very tanned; almost a light brown, maybe a little lighter than a paper bag but she was definitely brown. “Sorry papa,” she took the hat off, revealing coily brown hair that reached her shoulders.

“Donnie, finally,” Vaughn laughed, shaking his hand.

“Hope the trip wasn’t too rough,” Donnie pat him on the back. Was he not gonna mention the brown elephant in the room?

“Well I had to ride next to a man that smelled like he showered in booze, I had to sit in this dirty stuffy train station for almost an hour, and I’m back here in this country hick place; so all in all..it was fantastic,” He wore a grin on his face, but his voice was full of sarcasm. “Please get to what you need, I’m a very busy man.”

“Right! This..” Donnie pushes the girl forward. “This is Beatrice.”

“Hello sir, pleasure to meet you,” she smiled.

Vaughn nodded in her direction, “She just got back from boarding school a month ago, she’s great at singing, painting and the violin-“ Donnie was interrupted by Vaughn pulling him to the side.

“What are you doing?” He asked him.

“I have the slightest idea,” Donnie looked smug.

“Just answer this, is she your daughter? Your ACTUAL daughter?” He glanced at Beatrice.

“Quite the looker isn’t she?” He nudged him. Vaughn had to admit Beatrice was beautiful, she didn’t have any blemishes or marks on her face but that could be easily hidden with makeup.

“What is it you want?” Vaughn was done with the run around.

“I want you to take my daughter’s hand in marriage.”

This made Vaughn laugh, “Do you know how illegal that is?! It’s more illegal than her existence!”

“Oh you would know about illegal huh? With your little community that you keep deep in woods, you tell the listeners it’s charity for the the homeless but we all what goes on, it’s also the reason that you’ve NEVER had a woman in your life; you’re some kind of fairy,” Donnie looked him up and down smirking.

Vaughn groaned, Tommy told him about everything; if there were rumors about him being a homosexual, he’d know.

He didn’t have a problem with…Beatrice’s people, some of his followers were of color; they were very resourceful people in nature but not in public. “Say I did marry her? Would there be something in it for me?”

“Vaughn on Air could happen a lot faster, I could talk to my father and he could talk to some people,” Donnie was smug, he had been waiting for something like this; Vaughn Anderson finally needed his help and he finally had something useful to give.

“And..who is this someone?” Vaughn raised an eyebrow.

“Sonny Rogers, that’s who,” Donnie responded.

Vaughn’s eyes widened, Sonny Rogers? THE Sonny Rogers?! He was able to make a star out of anyone, not that Vaughn wasn’t a star but this could be big, bigger than “Vaughn on Air”! He cleared his throat keeping his composure, “Well I have to talk with Tommy but you have a deal.”

“Excellent!” Both the men shook hands before returning to Beatrice, who was in her own little world. “Bea! Come on girl!” Donnie ordered.

She hurried over to him, standing in front of Vaughn. He looked down at her, a smile forming across face, “Enchanté ma chérie.” He kissed her hand, making her blush.

Translation: Pleased to meet you my dear.

Beatrice seemed frozen, just staring at him; “Bonjour,” she managed to say quietly.

Vaughn laughed, “No need to be nervous doll face, I’m just pulling your leg!” Beatrice also laughed.

“I’m going back to the house Bea, don’t cause any trouble; you listen to Mr. Anderson!” Donnie laughed, walking back to his car before driving off.

The two watched the car leave, Vaughn turned to the young lady; “I’m melting out here, how bout we hit the nearest ice cream parlor for some ice cream?”

Beatrice nodded, smiling with excitement, “We can take the trolley into town!” She took his hand practically dragging him to the nearest trolley.

Vaughn listened to the girl yap on and on about nothing, all he could think about was how she was the key to his success, and he was the key to hers. Which means,

She wasn’t going anywhere.

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[milkycarnations]

Helloooo! I hope you are doing well :), I was wondering if you could do hcs on how the proxies would react if the saw their s/o with the proxy mark on their wrist ?💪💪

Oooh okay. I've never really thought about proxy marks, so I'll have some headcanons included about those too. Hope you weren't expecting fluff. I love doing asks like this so anyone interested don't be scared to send some in and let me flex my writing muscles.

Proxies with a S/O with A Proxy Mark

Masky

Nani? He's confused.

Though he can be sickly sweet to his S/O compared to the other proxies, he's still mentally ill. He doesn't know you at all, so he's convinced you're some spy or you're a godsent gift made for him.

Regardless of how it got there, that mark is either gonna get you set for life or it will be the end of your life.

Depending on your relationship beforehand, if he thinks you're a spy you may get spared. If he's head over heels, he might decide to be risky, dump your ass out somewhere (literally and figuratively), and disappear from your existence. In every other case, you're probably getting killed.

If he thinks you've been sent to him somehow, you've got a whole new problem to deal with. He already tends to be obsessive, delusional, and whatnot, but now he's really pushing the barrier. He can't risk you getting hurt by anyone and he desperately needs you with him 24/7. You're like his good luck charm.

He's not even considering you to be an actual proxy (if that's the truth). You're either a fake or a sign. If you were a proxy before, that's a past life. Now you're an assignment.

Toby

Toby is also pretty delusional, but much of his delusion comes from a need for self-preservation. It's his self-defense mechanism.

He is highly defensive and almost immediately tries to drop you.

He feels he doesn't have the security or time to risk being with someone potentially dangerous and he probably feels incredibly guilty for being soft for you.

Though he doesn't remember much of his years of abuse, his body does and does everything it can to stop him from getting backstabbed again.

Proxy marks don't just show up one morning, so even if you weren't a spy he'd be convinced you're a huge liar. You'd have to know you're a proxy. You're just a test sent by his boss at best.

Hoodie

Probably the least bothered, although he definitely is shifty towards you.

He keeps going along with your relationship, but probably more for the sake of himself than for you.

He doesn't like to admit it, but he's attached to you. I think he's pretty jaded and isn't bothered by the idea of you backstabbing him. He's played this sort of game before and now he couldn't care less. He just wants to enjoy the ride while he's here.

I imagine him to be a rather narcissistic person, so if there are any bad intentions, he has no problem pushing you aside. He sees no loss in this relationship. Either he hangs around and it's all good or it isn't and he cherishes the time he had before.

He accepts that his way of thinking is kinda fucked up, but he doesn't realize that it causes him to unconsciously be "held back" in relationships.

Don't be surprised if it feels like he's giving you his all in the relationship, but is lacking something genuine.

[whalesforhands]

i want to say so many things abt stsg & mc in dyf au so bad omg. i feel like their characters aren’t getting across and i don’t feel like talking in fic writing language i just want to vomit everything out

and also bcs nobody talks to me in asks :(

dyf IS an alternative universe where gojo and geto get together late first year/early second year if you haven’t already noticed.

i headcanon it would be around christmas when it’s so called ‘official’

it’s just?? kind of decided unanimously one day that they get together since they get each other so well? unsaid lovers kinda thing

dyf!mc actually assumed they were already dating during the start of the first year. its definitely love at first sight when they butt heads as often as they do right? she swears that ppl with that type of relationship either end up in a grave or in bed together

i’ve said this before but stsg’s relationship is something i view as far more than friendship or just a romance. there is this… unsaid understanding between them despite their differences. i imagine them as mirror images of the other, two halves of a whole, soulmates ykwim

everyone thinks gojo is the horny one, but it’s geto x190%

when do all 3 get together? officially, not yet. third year aus are typically them teetering ON romantic relationship, but definitely holds no water yet. but there is an increase in skinship that dyf mc had settled comfortably into and thinks it’s perfectly normal.

i mean, she does that with shoko right?? what’s the diff if she does it with these 2 that she loves just as much (and may or may not have a crush on)

anyway, back to dyf mc

i don’t know if it’s super obvious to everyone yet, but dyf mc definitely has some degree of social anxiety and depression, explaining the way she pulls back and gets lost in her thoughts instead to feel safe

she understands what she feels, but it’s very very overwhelming u get?

mc is also shown to be sensitive to cursed energy if u also didn’t notice loll,,,, to the point she can pinpoint the 3. or is it just because she has trained herself to feel for their specific auras hmmm??

anyway. since stsg are ‘dating’, she does try very hard to suppress anything romantic she tends to feel, and WILL convince herself that lITERALLY anything they try on her is STRICTLY PLATONIC bcs she just can’t believe these 2 will ever like her in THAT manner yk

and shoko? shoko is single. shoko is pretty. shoko is flirting with her. but since stsg treat her LIKE THAT, she thinks this is what happens when you’re getting close to others right?

she likes it a lot. she hopes they continue to stay close to her. (LMAO DENSE ASF)

tbh i didn’t intend for shoko to be so involved with mc. i wrote it that way bcs i had an equally huge crush on her and it just integrated itself naturally into my writing LOL

also, the smut threesome fics were all practice fics lolllll. i’ve never written threesomes in my life and they were my first cracks at it

something special for getting all the way here bcs im just rambling haha. i’m trying to get ppl to interact with me i’m so sad and lonely writing all by myself

in the bully! satosugu au

gojo and mc were actually childhood friends! imagine that. growing up in the neighbourhood with that spoilt, but kind little white-haired brat but him moving away soon after

only to see him again when you’re way, way older!and that other black-haired guy that he seems to be super close with. you’re gonna be friends again, right?

and he’s never been so excited to see you! he’s so much taller now and his arms are so strong, so different from the weak chubby flab of the child him that you thought was adorable, so you’d always ask your mom for extra snacks to eat together!

but now he’s literally picking you up, your feet barely touching the ground as he holds you so so so tightly, as if afraid you’d disappear

it’s nice catching up with him, sitting with him and a close friend of his, geto suguru at lunch, following them to the convenience store after school to get a quick snack

only for him to ignore you the next week when you bound up to him smiling, greeting him with excited cheer. he quirks a brow at you, shoving you out of the way before walking away…

what… did you do wrong? what’s wrong with him?

[lone-nyctophile]

When I was little, my grandmother died. She suffered from cancer for a while, so her death wasn’t such a shock, but it was the first time someone I loved had died. I must’ve been nine at the time. I remember being a wreck but deciding to go to school because I wanted things to stay the same. If nothing changed, then nothing truly happened.

The first day I got back to school, one of my friends asked me why I had been absent. It was a simple question, yet it made me sob. One of my teachers approached me and asked what was wrong. I hadn’t told anyone about my grandmother dying. Before my teacher asked, I hadn’t even said it out loud. I still don’t know how I was capable of saying it without having a full blown panic attack, but somehow I did.

She smiled sadly at me, clear pity in her eyes, and told me something I can still remember. “The pain you’re feeling now, it’s never gonna go away. You’ll learn to live with it, but it’s always gonna be there. People will tell you it will slowly fade away with time. It won’t. You’ll just get better at ignoring it.” It’s been years, and I still don’t know if she was right or not. Sometimes I like to pretend she wasn’t and convence myself that it will disappear, but as time goes by, I’m more and more convinced she was right.

I don’t really know why I’m writing this, but lately I can’t get that moment out of my head.

I have mixed feelings about that moment. Partly because I think she was right, and I appreciate her honesty. But, sometimes I just wished someone had hugged me and told me everything was going to be fine. It would’ve been a lie, but it would’ve been a nice lie.

Excuse my randomness, but anonymity allows for a different kind of honesty. It provides a mask that allows a different part of the world be seen, a more honest one. I appreciate the outlet your blog provides, so I deeply hope my thoughts were enthralling enough for you lovely human being.

Have an amazing day ε>

I'm sorry about your grandmother :(

May she rest in peace.

It was insensitive of the teacher to say that to you literally the day after your grandmother passed away. She shouldn't have felt pity but sympathy.

The loss of a loved one will always be a painful memory but as time goes by, we become strong and life teaches us to bear with it. So 'Ignoring' is not what you do, your love for your grandmother will never decrease.

There is nothing wrong with not feeling the same gravity of pain you felt before while thinking about your grandmother, and I'm certain that she would be happy to know that you can now bear your feelings better. After all 'time is the best healer.'

P. S what you said about anonymity is purely poetic.

[introverted-ghost]

Hello, hyd? :)) (tw for long ask below. Feel free to ignore)

Could you help me w something, pretty please?

I need to do an informative speech for college about an "interesting" topic. So I made a list of topics and now am asking my friends what topic/s they like the most/think are the most interesting. I was hoping you could take a look and give me your opinion (no pressure tho, if you don't wanna/are bussy, whatever, it's totally okay.) Here's my list:

1. Agnes Sorel. She was King Charles VII of France mistress in the XV century. She saved France's economy and prevent a British invasion all by herself. She was so cool some painters from the time used to portray her as Virgin Mary.

2. Dance plagues.

3. Gorbals' vampire hunt. In 1954 all the children from a town in Scotland were so convinced there was a vampire killing people, that at night hundreds of them went out with axes and knives looking for the monster.

4. What would happened if the sun disappeared/what would happened if the moon disappeared.

5. Why do people like to be scared (horror movies, ghost stories, roller-coasters, extreme sports...) (like. the scientific reason.)

6. The case of a woman who went to the hospital because she had "lost her body." She could see, and feel, and move her whole body, but she felt like the left side of her body wasn't hers, as if there was a void in there. This happened after she had a brain surgery to remove a tumor.

7. Missing 411 phenomenon. I really don't know if it is like a well-known topic in North America. Here in the south almost nobody knows about it, so I think it would be cool to explain how weird all these missing cases are and how non of them has ever been solved.

In case you actually read all this, thank you v much :) have an amazing day.

(I heard about all these stories a long time ago, I could be giving some incorrect information lmao.)

FUCK MY CULMINATING IM GONNA GIVE MY INPUT

1. Wow she does sound really cool. From the information provided and what I remember from 5th grade French history agnès sorel would be pretty cool to write about

2. This is the one I know the most about out of those you’ve listed. The dancing plagues were so weird and I think it would be really interesting to write about

3. After brief research this also sounds super cool. Especially since it happened so recently and it would be so interesting to research further

4. I don’t know about this one since it’s pretty obvious what would happen. Like since we’ve seen the outcome of what happens when sun-like stars have died before. Don’t get me wrong it’s super cool I just don’t know if people would want to continue paying attention to it as much if they already knew what would happen (same with moon scenario) but they’re still really cool and interesting which is what you’re looking for

5. Once again this one is just kinda obvious as an answer. Like it triggers the brain to release dopamine and Idrk how you could expand on that. Though if you could it’d be interesting

6. I have literally never heard of this before. All the other ones I knew a bit about but I’ve never heard this before and it sounds pretty cool

7. Yeah we don’t hear much about this in Canada since it was a us thing. But I do think it’s kinda cool since they all went missing in parks right? And like their cases didn’t get solved etc. pretty neat if you ask me

This probably wasnt the answer you were looking for and I also answered this like 2hours post sending so sorry for that. And you’re never bothering me dw man I’d love to see the speech you come up with. Anyways now I’m gonna work on my stuff and listen to some guy on youtube talk about journey to the west

I hope you have a wonderful evening and best wishes to you for your speech

[academyofbrokenhearts]

I am reading the manga Kakafukaka at the moment (lovely art, by the way), and I just had to say a few words about it, even if it doesn't look like it has a huge fandom around here.

The premise is sort of unusual for a romance manga (or maybe not; this is josei, after all, the category that gave us Kimi wa Petto, among others). Terada Aki is a young woman with low self-esteem with a boring job. At the very beginning of the story, her boyfriend cheats on her, and she ends up moving into a shared flat. It turns out that one of her flatmates is Hongyo Tomoya, a guy she sort of dated in middle school, and never spoke to again after they lost their virginity to each other. If you think that's awkward, well... buckle up.

Turns out our hero has erectile dysfunction that magically disappears when she's around, so he asks for her help (!!!) while promising he won't do anything dirty (his definition of "dirty" in this context being whatever she's not okay with). That would be enough to send most women away screaming, but our heroine is intrigued (especially considering their past shared history) and, partly because of her great need for validation, partly because of her curiosity concerning Tomoya's past and present feelings for her, she says yes. And then shenanigans happen.

I do admit that, in spite of its weirdness (or maybe exactly because of it), I have a soft spot for this story, not unlike the one I had for Nevertheless, although I find the main characters way less annoying and frustrating than the leads of Nevertheless. While Na-bi and Jae-eon couldn't communicate to save their lives, Aki and Tomoya do talk to each other, but since their ways of thinking are so different, with her being an insecure mess with the tendency of getting locked in her own thoughts, and him being a major introvert who takes most things literally, hyperfixates on stuff and is very blunt at times, they just cannot understand each other until the very end. Throw in also their past shared history, with him being convinced that she hates him, and her thinking that he was at best indifferent towards her, and at worst contemptuous, and the situation becomes even more complicated.

I did see a lot of criticism towards Aki for being a pushover and for seeking validation, first from Tomoya, then from Hase, the third flatmate (not gonna discuss him and his manipulative tendencies here, but suffice to say he's not exactly a good guy), but just like with Nevertheless, I cannot help but relate to that a bit. Aki hasn't actually felt good about herself since middle school (and yes, Tomoya was a sort of catalyst for these feelings, not that it was necessarily his fault; Aki just couldn't connect with him properly at the time, deciding to date him on a whim, and completely mistaking his introversion for indifference), so there is no wonder she seeks validation in other people, and there's also no wonder that she tries to move on as soon as she can when she (mistakenly) believes Tomoya to not be romantically interested in her at all. Been there, done that (although I admit that dating two of my flatmates in succession would have probably been way too awkward for me personally).

Unlike with Nevertheless though, where I couldn't really warm up towards Jae-eon (although I kinda sorta rooted for him and Na-bi to work out - the actors did have impeccable chemistry), I really like the male character here. Sure, he's a weirdo, but he's an endearing one, and his hyperfixation on Aki (and hyperfixation it is! he writes an entire series of novels inspired by her because he doesn't know how else to process his overwhelming feelings towards her) doesn't phase me as much as it probably should (again, maybe because I had a similar experience - the first guy I kissed was still interested in me ten years later, and wanted to properly date me, and although I did not take him on his offer, as I had long moved on by that point, I didn't find it weird; on the contrary, I was slightly flattered).

So would I recommend this? I strongly believe it depends on your own personal preferences and experiences; I can totally see how it could be too much for some. But I am embracing the weirdness with both hands, and I find the story sweet rather than inappropriate/creepy.

[trashogram]

Ok, more rambling about this Val/Charlie idea (bc I’ve been listening to the Poison remix) UNDER THE CUT.

Warnings - Discussions of multiple forms of SA, Violence, Drug-Use, Coercion in all forms, Degradation, Basically Enslavement, Unhealthy Mindsets, Peer Pressure, Self-Sabotage, Self-Afflicted Pushing Up Daisies Ideation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat applies to this no question.

If you come at me bc you read this and it upset you — despite the fact that I’ve hidden it, I’ve tagged it, I’ve explained the context multiple times, I’m adding onto a post that already exists so it lessens the possibility that it’s going to appear in a searchable tag beyond my blog, AND THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR MINORS — that is on you. I am dead fucking serious.

SO, hello 👋 If you made it past all that, welcome! The main points are here:

• Charlie finds out the full extent of Angel Dust’s contract/relationship with Valentino during the debacle in which she goes to Val’s Studio to get Angel time off

• Charlie is so horrified that she offers herself up as tribute

• I just need an excuse to have a scene like Ariel signing over her voice to Ursula but almost an inverse version — Charlie is desperate to get Angel TF outta there permanently and so basically sells herself in his place and bitch brainless Val actually does realize that it’s a good deal

• Time crunch happens — cue the dramatic lighting, the tension hooks, and Angel Dust screaming, sobbing, begging Charlie to not do this bc he’s ��not worth it”

• But see Charlie is a powerful being, so crossing out Anthony’s name and writing her own isn’t quite enough to seal the deal and make the pink chains around Angel’s neck disappear and reappear on her own. No, no, she and Val need to shake on it. • It actually gives Val a head rush to have someone technically more powerful than him submit via the handshake and it fucking hurts Charlie to submit to basically being his property (and she actually CANT submit fully, but that comes into play later).

• Angel Dust is terminated effective immediately bc Val’s got a brand new shiny toy double platinum and he’s taking her straight to the top of his penthouse - work day over everyone get the fuck out

• Angel is nearly catatonic when Alastor and the Little Egg Boi who could find him (bc we’re fucking w the timeline) and Alastor is actually a bit stunned when he manages to get it out of Angel what happened

• It actually gets under our resident radio demon’s skin, not just because it’s exceedingly stupid to the point of ruin, not just bc it’s a huge impediment to Charlie’s hotel that Alastor is hosting, but because Alastor murdered men who took advantage of women during his time (and after). He has a fucked up code of ethics (and he’s also on a literal and metaphorical leash to protect the princess despite the fact that no one knows that).

• Vaggie and Charlie aren’t dating in this AU bc that would be too much heartbreak even for me dear god also they’re not the focus of this story as much as Charlie, Valentino and Angel are

• Alastor and Vaggie do come to a sort of understanding/partnership when it comes to getting Charlie the fuck out of there by any means necessary

• Angel is just fucked up. It takes a looooooong time for him to get himself together just enough to be coherent and join the crew to get Charlie back — saving her is gonna be what he “Lives for Tomorrow”.

• The Hotel is a gloom and doom mess.

• Meanwhile back at the ranch, Val shows off his new prize while interrupting Vox and Velvette’s work and they’re both actually in shock that this fucking happened bc holy fucking shit tho the princess may be a joke but she’s still the princess of Hell.

• Charlie is actually gonna be a bit OOC for the sake of not destroying her entirely bc canon!Charlie couldn’t handle standing her ground when Angel yelled at her — here she’s going to be actually quite good at convincing Val (and Vox and Velvette) that she’s worth more kept close to the chest than used like Angel in adult films and prostitution (this does not reflect any opinions I personally have on sex work none of this does it’s all fiction it’s all for the plot)

• Charlie manipulates Val once she gets what a pissy manbaby he really is — it’s hard to balance reminding herself to be both agreeable and relate to the pimp while being aware of how awful he is and what he did to Angel as well as others

• Valentino is crude, disgusting, uses violence in every form to get what he wants or just for fun, and initially delights in humiliating Charlie by parading her around in practically nothing and degrading her in public

• But Charlie is stalwart, leans so deeply into her predisposition to being kind and empathetic, that she irks him. She convinces him of things and makes him question himself constantly the longer he has her around

• Yes, they have a sexual relationship. Yes, Charlie does drugs with Val at his insistence. Yes, she pretends to think and act like him at times to appease him — abuse victims do this just to survive (take it from one herself).

• At the same time she can barely eat, she’s constantly puking and crying in odd places so Vox doesn’t catch on

• Debating on if Charlie is able to still communicate with the Hazbin crew or not — if so, she has to take key notes and tips from Angel on how to placate and appeal to Valentino (Valentino Must Die)

• But if you saw her and Val together after a time, you’d believe he’s changed her into a true demonic force to frighten all — her persona changes from the cheerful, overly optimistic young woman with dreams to a slave to demure seductress-looking time with that follows Valentino in clothes as ridiculous and luxurious as his

•In reality, Val needs to cuddle her at night and listen to her sing him to sleep and take baths with him and always fawn over him and tell him that she loves him as many times as he wants her to

• It gets to a point where Valentino imagines himself as the King of Hell with Charlotte by his side as his Queen — and Vox is so fucking weirded out bc this delusion of grandeur is enormous even for Val (but Val is convinced it’s jealousy and spite bc he won’t share Charlie with the flatscreen)

• It culminates in Charlie and Angel watching Valentino’s world crumble around him when she leaves (assuming Lucifer again comes in with the clutch dissolves it he contract bc he should be able to fucking do that, or Alastor and Lilith get to it before him, or Vaggie somehow reconnects with Heaven and convinces them to break this up for whatever reason).

• Debating on if Valentino gets to be tortured for the rest of eternity in a Prometheus kind of situation - dude is picked apart every second of every day for all time forever or if he’s just smited along with the other Vees.

Anyway, lemme know your thoughts if you want, or don’t. Thanks for reading if this floats your boat.

🐐🖤

Ok, this would be kind of out there but also compelling to me (and probably only me):

I really just want a fic where Charlie takes over Angel’s contract with Valentino and brings the fucker to heel. I think it would be so interesting to read Charlie managing to break him and bring him to his lowest, even if it’s thru perceived kindness.

Like I fucking LOVE stories where the protagonist changes a monster into someone who can genuinely feel love and remorse but the kicker would be that Val does change and fall in love… only for Charlie to completely crush him, heart and soul, with a “if only someone out there loved you” and revealed that he does nothing but disgust her and she hates his fucking guts and makes him (un)live with the pain and consequences and he’s never the same — until she and Angel murder him ruthlessly.

Ugh, it’d be so good.

[softtdaisy]

Congrats on the milestone! Can I request a 🌷 for TASM!Peter with the song “Someday” from the movie Zombies (literally haven’t watched the movie but am really obsessed with the song)

_someday

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

based on: someday from zombies

summary: Peter is scared to date you after you discovered he was Spiderman, but you're absolutely not scared at all by your superhero boyfriend 

words: 718

a/n: Thank you!! That was super sweet to write, I got inspired with the music video too which explained the cheerleader part 😂 I hope you will love it 💛

join my secret garden for my 1k celebration 🌸

“Peter!” you screamed from the top of the pyramid you made with your cheerleading team. 

You immediately heard some sighs and complaints from your friends. But you couldn’t care less when the man you were in love with was standing right there, on the bleachers. Peter has been missing for a few days, for a reason that only you knew. You were scared for him and for he might be doing, so seeing him again was a pure relief.

Even if, technically, you couldn’t go and see him right now. Could you?

“I’m sorry.” You repeat each time you were hitting a member of your team, trying to go to Peter. Of course, your coach was screaming for you to come back but you acted like you didn’t hear him. What could you risk? It was just a training. At worst, you wouldn’t be there for the next game.

Peter looked up when you started to come over him, surprised that you would stop one of your favorite activities to see him. Surprised, but relieved that you were still caring about him even after he took his distance from you. “You’re here.” You said, totally out of breath but with a huge smile on your face.

“I am.” He replied, looking down at his hands. He felt terrible. He had so much to say to you after what happened the other night. He took his time to think about the two of you and now that you were by his side, the only thing on his mind was his heartbeat being super loud. 

You and Peter have been seeing each other for a few months now. A few nights here, a few kisses there. Nothing too serious, at least not until a few weeks ago when you both realized you were falling in love with each other. And it could have been great. Until you got caught during one of his missions. Not only you discovered he was Spiderman, but you almost go hurt because of him. And for Peter, it was enough to convince himself he was better off alone. 

Which explained the whole disappearance and the lack of messages from the past days.

“Stop thinking with your big brain, Peter.” You said softly, taking his hand between your fingers. You started drawing circles on his palm and slowly, those circles became hearts. “I don’t see any bad things about this relationship personally.”

“How could you say that? You almost got hurt because you were with me!” he spoke too loudly. Some students turned their heads towards you with judgment and Peter apologized. You both got up to leave the bleachers and find a quieter space. You noticed how he kept your hand with his, a proof that he didn’t want to let you go either. You couldn’t help but smile at that thought. You could win this battle.

“If we think about it,” you started, closing the door of the only free working space you found. “I might get hurt, but I have a superhero boyfriend to save me.” You crossed one arm around your waist since he was still holding your hand. You probably looked ridiculous because there was no way your statement would have made Peter laughed like that.

He couldn’t resist hugging you there. He missed your touch when he was away, and he clearly needed it. Especially when he was fighting some stupid guys that thought they were stronger than him. “Look how cliché it sounds, you’re a pure sunshine and I’m more from the dark side.” You looked at him, frowning. 

“I don’t care about what people might or might not say about us, Pete. I think this can work out and I’m gonna make sure it does.” You slowly brushed his cheek, and you loved the smile that came from that touch. You brought your face closer to his, almost speaking lips against lips. “All I see, is that we can be an extraordinary couple. And I love that idea, don’t you?” 

Peter didn’t need to think a lot about this question. His heart was already answering for him. “I do.” He whispered before kissing you slowly, bringing one of his hands on your hair to keep you close. Being with you was worth every single risk in the world. 

[captainmalewriter]

Stop It

I sat there in the passenger seat as my Dad drove us back from the gym.

This was part of our normal routine, yet I found myself feeling really impatient.

"Dude, c'mon, get out of there already! This is getting weird," I said to him.

"Son, what did I say about calling me dude or bro? You will address me as Sir or Dad,"

"Knock it off man! This is just weird! Get out of my Dad already!"

"And why should I? Just look at these cannons!"

I didn't bother responding. I turned away from him. I already had that conversation enough times to know I wasn't gonna get anywhere. It's been pretty annoying living with my Dad lately.

Well, saying "my Dad" was a bit generous. He technically was my Dad, but also not really. It's his body, yes, but it's not him in control. It's my best friend in there.

My friend and I were fucking around in my attic one weekend when we found some pretty weird shit up there. There was a bunch of stuff that I couldn't even begin to describe. But the one thing that caught both of our attention was this half charred book we found. Most of the book's writing was unreadable due to bad handwriting, though that didn't stop us from trying to decode what it said.

We took the book back down to my living room where we kept trying to read it. I was getting pretty frustrated, but then my friend took a crack at reading it. He was able to discern the word "body" after reading it out loud.

What came after happened so fast that it took me a couple of days just to fully process it.

My friend was reading the rest of the passage out loud. He figured this was the best way to figure out what it said. He needed better lighting to read the lighter print, so he stood up and walked outside and I followed behind him. At that same time, my Dad was coming inside the house after getting back from work. The two ran into each other. Then, I witnessed that spectacular, mind boggling sight. There was a sudden flash of bright light, and I watched as my best friend merging with my Dad. It was like he literally stepped right inside of him!

I ran up to my Dad to help him, but he got weirded out when I called him Dad. That was when we realized that my best friend was now somehow inside my Dad's body and in full control of him. We think the book had something to do with it, but unfortunately, we couldn't find the book after that incident happened. It just sorta disappeared, never to be seen again.

I won't lie, at first it was pretty cool having my Dad under our control. We fucked around and did stupid shit. But it got boring after a while. I told my friend we should figure out how to get him out of my Dad's body, but he refused. He said he wants to keep living inside my Dad's body!

Now it's been nearly two weeks since my best friend took over my Dad. He's completely settled into his new life, but I'm not for obvious reasons.

I turned back to face my Dad, ready to try again at convincing him to get out.

"Bro, what if- aw c'mon man!!"

"I can't help it! Your dad has always had the biggest, hairiest set of tits I've ever seen! And now they're all mine," he shouted. I honestly don't think I've ever seen him this excited. I wish I could've kept it that way.

I watched him as he kept caressing my Dad's chest. This man really had no shame fondling with my Dad's body right in front of me.

That was when it was clear to me that I was fighting a losing battle...

[solarwonux]

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

sequel

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body. 

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend. 

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away. 

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm. 

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you. 

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips. 

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek. 

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully. 

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric. 

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his. 

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.” 

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?” 

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?” 

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body. 

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back. 

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could. 

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?” 

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?” 

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.” 

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back. 

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them. 

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart. 

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. 

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver. 

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever. 

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”  

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,” 

“I love you, now can we shower?” 

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?” 

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

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"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Miles Luna dick sucker trying to gaslight people the White Fang was not based off the Civil rights movement."

First off, I don't like Miles Luna. Dude is a scumbag. Literally tweeted the N word. Not a good person. I like the show, not the people behind the show.

And if you'd actually listen to what I say, you'd know that when I say the White Fang isn't based off the Civil Rights movement, you'd know I'm referring to Adam's White Fang exclusively. Which is definitely not based off the Civil Rights movement. The concept of inequality and fighting in the name of it is absolutely inspired by the American Civil Rights movement, 100%, but Adam Taurus? Nah, he's completely separate. No civil rights movement has had the goal of revenge and supremacy in the United States, at least to my knowledge.

"I don't know if you've been living under a rock for the past few months, but I recall you have a Twitter and are part of the Rwby fandom there. I can guarantee you have taken notice of every rwby post since May of 2023 having #greenlightvolume10 in a sad attempt to get the tag trending so big daddy Warner Bros would hopefully notice. You and the rest of the stans can do all the Olympic style gymnastics you want trying to convince yourselves and everyone else that RT and your faves in the upper crust of crwby are separate, but it will never be true."

Not anymore, I don't. I didn't know how terrible CRWBY was until only a few months ago. They suck. I don't like them. At least, I don't like most of them. There's a few there that I've yet to hear bad stuff about.

I like the show they make though. Nothing wrong with supporting a show you like.

"Your best buddy Miles Luna may not work under RT as an employee anymore, but Kerry Shawcross sure as hell does. Does that mean he has to go? Im gonna bet you'd say no because"hes one of the good ones" as if you know him personally enough to vouch for him (which you don't)."

Nah, apparently he sucks from what I've heard. Unfortunately he's been there since day one, so removing him would definitely be felt. Ideally, he changes himself up and becomes a better person.

If that doesn't happen, fire his ass.

"Putting #greenlightvolume10 in every tweet tangentially related to rwby won't magically make RT disappear from the production. If you want volume 10 to happen, it has to happen through them unless someone buys the Rwby IP. But fat chance of that happening. There's no way RT would want to let go of their precious cash cow, even if it's drying up. And no, Crunchy Roll didn't buy rwby, they bought the rights to stream vol 9."

Yes, I am aware. Did you know that by buying literally anything, chances are you're supporting a corporation that violates human rights daily? Cause you probably are. It's unironically unavoidable.

If RWBY was bought by a different company that'd be fuckin awesome, but I know it won't happen. I really wish it would, but it won't.

I do not support RT or like the people who write RWBY. I like RWBY. That's the difference.

"By tweeting #greenlightvol10, you're showing you want more rwby content no matter what. Even if it means it's at the expense of a new team of freelance animators fresh from college that will be exploited. But you don't care because you won't have to see them. They're not the celebrities you simp for."

They're gonna get exploited no matter what. That's how this country works. No company is gonna look at freelance animators and not exploit them.

Only way to not contribute to the exploitation of workers in 99% of cases is straight up to just not buy anything.

Once again, I don't support Rooster Teeth or CRWBY. I don't like any of them. I do like RWBY, as well as other products Rooster Teeth makes such as Red vs. Blue.

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐇.𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: You worried too much. That was what he always told you when you brought up a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach. Sometimes you were right though, and that’s proven when the two of you run into him during your drifting session.

𝐀/𝐍: I’m literally in love with this gif. In-fucken-love. Also, sorry this request took me yonks, I’m back on my bullshit where I literally forget that writing is a thing that I do and love? So yeah, it ain’t much but it’s honest work.

Cars had never been something of interest to you.

Obviously when you saw a decent car you could stop to appreciate it, but other than that you never noticed the hype about them. Your family hadn’t brought you up with cars, none of your friends had ever been into them, and the one girl you hated throughout high school who thought she was ‘not like the other girls’ had never shut up about them.

So yeah, they never caught your interest.

It wasn’t until you had a gap year in Japan, traveling the world and meeting new people, that you finally started to notice them, admire them, and grow a passion for them after the first proper job you could find in Tokyo was working in some bar by a garage.

Listening to them, looking at them, seeing the adoration in their owners faces every time they looked at their cars, whether it was a Supra or a Civic.

That was how you met him.

Han was mysterious at first and never really opened up to you, but the more drunk nights he spent sitting in front of you while you slid him bottles of corona across the rustic bar top the more he opened up to you.

The two of you bonded and grew closer, gradually transitioning from just talking at the bar to actually going out together and spending time with one another, not that the two of you would ever admit they were dates.

You learnt all about his past, his family, despite him telling you how afraid he was you would leave him for it. But you proved him wrong, and now some two years later the two of you were still together.

“You comin’?” He called out as he carefully shut the door of the s15. ‘Mona Lisa’ as Twinkie liked to call it.

“I dunno, I just...” You trailed off as you got in beside him, also careful to shut the door knowing you would never hear the end of it if you slammed it. “I have a bad feeling about tonight.”

Han’s eyes widened and he turned in his seat to face you.

“Baby we do this like every week.” He reassured you, his voice soft. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah I know but like, it’s just this feeling in my stomach.” You tried to explain.

“Y/n, you’ve had a stressful month with work and everything. You’ve been worrying about everything, and this is a time for you to just let go and relax.” He placed his hand on your knee. “We’re gonna be fine. Promise.”

You swallowed and nodded, pushing down your anxiety.

Han was right, it had been a crazy stressful month for you with your job, you had been busting your ass off for a promotion, and when you finally got it you realized just how many new responsibilities you had.

Sitting passenger with Han while the two of you went drifting up some mountain or along some abandoned road somewhere was one of your favorite things to do, and of course it would relax you rather than worry you even more.

“You’re right.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “Let’s go.”

As much as you had convinced yourself that the two of you would be fine, throughout the drive you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety creep back into the pits of your stomach.

A grin made it’s way onto your face as the two of you find a familiar road a good half hour or so from the city.

You close your eyes as Han drives, drifting perfectly, loving the feeling and just leaving your worries behind. You were also exhausted, and it was only just now hitting you as your coffee was wearing off.

You had almost thought you were about to fall asleep when Han slammed the breaks, jolting you awake.

“What the-” You began to ask but he cut you off.

“Stay in the car.”

You watched, mouth agape as he left you alone in the Silvia, walking in front of the car to a parked 350Z on the other side of the road, and your eyes widened at the familiar face who was also getting out of the car.

DK.

You watched, your heart beating faster and faster until it was almost going through your chest as the two men argued, occasionally giving the other a shove to the chest.

You watched as Han said something to DK, clearly pissing him off and turning around to walk back to you.

Your breath stopped as you watched DK pull something out of his waistband, pointing it at Han.

Panicked, you opened the car door and stormed out, ignoring the bite of the icy air as you stared down the man in front of you.

“Put the fucking gun down before I call the cops.” You said harshly, your voice cold and calm despite your erratic heart beat and breathing.

He scoffed at you, glancing up and down at your figure with an impressed grin on his face, licking his lips much to Han’s dismay.

“I control the cops princess. But nice try.”

“No, that’s your uncle DK.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “And last time I checked, your last meeting with him didn’t go too great.”

His face fell at that.

“So put the fucking gun down or you’re going to have a huge damn problem.”

Begrudgingly, he stuck it into his pocket, placing his hands up in mock surrender as you turned and walked back to the car, Han following silently with one last dirty look at him.

“Hey!” DK called out to the two of you as you were about to slide into the passenger seat. “Next time your girlfriend won’t be around to help!”

“Just get in the car.” You whispered to Han, answering DK with a loud door slam even though it killed you.

Han followed suit, the two of you sitting in silence until DK’s car had long disappeared.

“Don’t say it.” He said as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I told you so.”