#serious smoochins

[your-pal-smoochins]

The mood trackers have been disabled. I don't want to burden you all with my feelings about the Palestine situation. Know that I won't be any happier than Stage 6 Unhappiness levels until this has finally ended.

And since I haven't shown what that is in image form yet, let me show you.

No matter how much I suffer mentally from seeing what happens, it will be nothing compared to what the Palestinian people have been going through.

Children have died. Babies have died. Promises broken, lies spread, journalists silences PERMANENTLY. This must end. Now.

There is nothing more to be said. Free Palestine. This will be the pinned post until this ends, so if you're looking at this blog after a normal interaction, keep that in mind.

[your-pal-smoochins]

Oh, hey! I saw this post! Guess what's in the comments? Hell!!!

It makes me want to fill someone's house with killer bees!!! And fire ants!!! This is a majority of the top comments!!! Why!!!

[awearywritersworld]

late nights and possibilities

gojo satoru x reader summary: a late night run in with the man you thought you hated changes your perception of him entirely w/c: 1.4k tags/warnings: smidge of angst to fluff, smoochin, mentions of trouble sleeping, it's implied that you're a teacher too, gn!reader, platonic!nanami, no use of y/n a/n: no manga spoilers, but all the angst floating around threatened to crush my barely beating heart, so i have crawled out of my hole to write this. masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

"i can't stand him, ken," you groan at your friend for what is probably the thousandth time.

he's situated in the arm chair in your apartment, while you're sprawled across the couch.

"mhm," he hums along, his eyes never leaving the book in his lap.

"i'm serious. the next smart ass comment he makes, i'm going to grab him by the neck and-" you make a violent gesture in the space in front of you, huffing frustratedly.

nanami snorts, equally amused and bewildered. they were obvious to him, the repressed feelings shared between you and gojo satoru. in fact, everyone at jujutsu tech was privy to it, save for the pair of you.

it's only when you continue complaining that he finally closes his book, leaning forward to regard you with raised eyebrows.

"are you alright? you only gripe like this if something is really bothering you."

your mouth falls open. "i'm not griping. it's a simple matter of truthful observation."

"yeah, yeah. whatever you say. you're still avoiding the question."

you sigh. "i'm fine. haven't slept well the past few nights is all."

he settles back into the chair, and if you knew him any less, you would have missed the concern that flickers across his features. "any reason why?"

you wave your hand dismissively. "not really, just kinda happens sometimes. it'll pass soon enough." a stifled yawn marks your apparent disinterest in the matter.

he accepts your answer, though not without mumbling something about your habit of drinking caffeine in the evening, then returns to his book.

as you lay in bed that night, you roll your eyes while thinking back on the conversation. you hadn't one bit of caffeine since the morning, yet you're still condemned to consciousness as the hours grow late.

no matter how tightly you pull the blankets around yourself, you can't get warm enough. and no matter how frequently you adjust your pillows, you can't get comfortable enough.

with a defeated sigh, you eventually throw the covers back, crawling out of bed with the hope that a warm cup of tea and the fireplace in the staff lounge might be able to lull you to sleep.

your feet drag with each step you take and you find yourself thankful it's not too far from your room. rubbing at your eyes, you slide the door open and though you sense another presence, your bleary vision keeps you from seeing them clearly.

once he calls out your name, however, you consider sliding the door shut and resigning yourself to yet another sleepless night. "what are you doing awake? it's two in the morning."

you don't process the uncharacteristic softness of his tone, your response tumbling out of your mouth without much thought. "thanks, big ben. i hadn't noticed."

by now your vision had returned to normal and you see him standing a few meters away, eyeing your obvious hesitation as you stand in the doorway.

you're caught off guard by his worn out appearance, as it's seldom he's anything less than irritatingly chipper.

"sorry," you begin. "i should go back to my room."

"you can stay, if you want." he scratches the back of his neck, his eyes flickering toward the kettle whirring off to the side, apparently sharing in your desire for some tea. "there's enough water for two cups."

"okay," you agree after a moment, though it comes out so quietly you're unsure if he could even hear it.

padding over to the couch in front of the fireplace, you're pleased to find that it's already lit, the soft light from the flames flickering across the walls in a soothing way.

it's not long before he joins you, sitting just a foot or two away and passing you the tea he'd prepared. you can't help but notice how small his cup looks in his hands.

"thanks," you murmur.

it's silent after that, the only sound in the room coming from the crackling of the wood. you briefly entertain a vague notion about how odd it is for the man to be so subdued.

gojo keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, observing how the flames dance in your own. you fail to notice.

"i haven't poisoned it, you know," he eventually says.

you jump a little, having spaced out, and look to him before your gaze shifts to your tea. the reassurance makes you narrow your eyes in (mostly) feigned suspicion.

"oh for gods sake." he pulls it from your grasp, taking a sip of it before shoving it back into your hands.

you're not sure what possesses you, but you let out a small giggle at the action. he follows suit, a breathy chuckle passing his lips.

maybe it's the lateness of the hour, or perhaps a touch of sleepy glibness, but easy conversation falls between the two of you after that. he asks you about your latest mission with yuuji, then tells you about a new mochi shop he recently discovered, suggesting that you tag along next time he goes.

the fire isn't nearly as lively now and your tea is long gone, so you reach for a blanket, unfolding it before situating yourself beneath it.

"are you just going to leave me out here all alone in the cold? c'mon now, that's just cruel."

a furious warmth creeps across your cheeks, a small smile tugging at your lips. god, you really are sleep deprived.

"careful," you warn, spreading the blanket over his lap as well. "some people might interpret that as flirting."

"hm, only some? i'll have to work on being less subtle, then." his arm moves to the back of the couch, resting behind your head.

you turn to face him despite the fact that your face now feels even hotter than the dying fire, and for once, you can't seem to think up a witty comeback for the shameless sorcerer.

he thinks the look on your face is just too cute.

then, without any deliberation— as if he had meant to do it all along— he leans forward and kisses you. it's fleeting. so quick, in fact, that if it weren't for the shit eating grin on his face, you'd be questioning whether it happened at all.

ohhhh. you must have fallen asleep at some point and while you're happy to finally get some rest, you could have done without this very strange dream.

"it's not often i see you speechless, sweetheart."

however, when his hand brushes your hair behind your ear, then rests comfortably against your cheek, the goosebumps that spread down your limbs feel very real, indeed. it's the sound of your name falling from his lips that finally grounds you in reality.

the grin is gone from his face, replaced now by a soft, lazy smile. "can i kiss you again?"

you glance down at his lips before nodding almost imperceptibly. "yes."

his mouth finds yours once more and this time, you're struck by how gently his lips press against your own. you hardly notice his hand moving to the back of your neck, the other toward your hip hoping to pull you closer. you're too caught up in how sweet he tastes.

it's a miserable sort of ecstasy, really. the way he feels against you isn't like anything you've ever experienced and it forces you to come to terms with feelings you've spent the last few years trying to deny.

when he pulls away, his expression is one of warm contentment. "can't tell you how long i've been wanting to do that."

"me too," you admit, feeling less shy.

and just like that, you're both back to your easy conversation. you don't know who finds sleep first, or what time it finally happens, but it's a deep and dreamless slumber you fall into...

nanami (who spends a considerable amount of time in the staff lounge for someone who insists he isn't a teacher, but that's beside the point) stumbles upon the two of you the next morning. your head is resting against gojo's chest, your hand on his stomach. his arm is wrapped around you securely and you're both still sleeping soundly beneath the blanket.

the blonde turns around, shutting the door behind him quietly, before venturing off to collect a well earned fifty yen from utahime.

[jasmines-library]

for ypur marauders requests could we get a sirius black x reader where its summer and theyre just enjoying their vacation or smth and sirius is like super flirty and maybeeee ge asks her to marry him bcuz he found like an old ring in a shop or smth😭 sry thats super random but i thought itd be cute, thank youuuu!😙

For You, My Dove.

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Note: This is so stinkin cute.

Warnings: some smoochin, mildly suggestive but 100% sfw.

Word Count: 0.9k

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“Love?”

“Hmm?” You rolled over in the sand, smiling sleepily at Sirius who held out a bottle of sunscreen. 

“Come here. You’re going to burn, dove.” 

You scooched over, settling yourself in front of Siri who began to gently massage the sunscreen into your skin. The sun was high in the sky and beat down hard on the sea, warming it and making it shimmer like diamonds. It was sure to leave a nasty burn if you went too long without applying. When he was done, he pressed a long kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest where he then rested his chin atop of your head. The waves crashed against the shoreline noisily and people skipped past, diving in and out of the water or passing by barefoot as the sand sifted between their toes. It was busy, but Siri couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured. Your cheeks flushed and you twisted to face him. “How did I get so lucky?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m serious.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, flashing you one of his signature, charismatic and mischievous grins. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek before leaning in to kiss you, interlocking his lips with yours. Fingers pressing against his chest, you returned the kiss passionately. When Siri finally pulled away, his hand had trailed down to your waist and your free hand had inched to lay on top of it. 

“Don’t entice me, lovey.”

“Oops.”

He chuckled before rising to his feet and outstretching an arm, which you took, before he pulled you to your feet. Dusting off the sand, you glanced at the water. 

Without warning, you took off  towards it. “Race you!” You yelled back at Sirius.

He smirked, chasing after you. The water wasn’t very far away, but Sirius was much taller than you and very, very competitive, so he caught up with you in a few strides. What he did next however caught you completely off guard. Hooking his arm around your waist, he scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder. 

“Siri!” You cried out in surprise, hitting him playfully on the chest as you tried to get him to let you down. But he was set on his intention and was wading further out now, the water lapping at his thighs. 

“Put me down! I’m serious.”

“No…I am.”

“Siri!” You squealed as he continued out into the water before throwing you in. 

When you stood back up, gasping, you made a beeline for him splashing the water at him. “You bastard.”

“Oops.”

He dodged out of the way as you chased him. He retorted with the same childishness, mirroring the pure joy on your face as the pair of you splashed around. 

~

The air had grown cooler now that the sun had set. It wasn’t cold by any means, but there was a nip in the air that made little goosebumps prick up on your skin. Siri noticed this. 

“Chilly, Love?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of the hand you had entwined with his.

After cooling off in the water the two of you decided to venture into the seaside town before grabbing a bite to eat. Each store was unique, full of handcrafted gifts or trinkets that glistened in the light. The two of you spent hours as you marvelled at everything, you had hardly noticed that the sun had begun to set until you deemed it time to walk back along the beach before heading back. It was much quieter now, with most people returning home or into the town for a bite to eat. 

“A little.” You shrugged. The temperature had dropped some, and the breeze was picking up a little; enough to make the trees waltz gently. 

“Here.” He slipped off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. 

“You’ll get cold-” You tried to protest as he removed it. 

“I’ll be fine, Dove. Can’t have you getting cold now, can I? What kind of person would that make me,huh?”

You chuckled. “If you’re sure.”

“Always.” He interlinked his fingers again with yours and the two of you carried on walking until you stopped to take a picture of the sun and how it just simmered above the surface of the sea, surrounded by a plethora of colours. When you turned around to show him the picture, Sirius was on one knee. 

Sirius was nervous. You could see it in his eyes, but he hid it well with that charming look on his face as he gazed up at you. Enclosed in his hands was a black box and inside resting on the plush cushion was a delicate ring. 

“Y/N…” He started, taking your hand in his. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while. From the moment we met I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Your smile, your voice. All of you, you’re engraved within my very soul. And from the moment we met, you’ve always been there for me; through the good and the bad. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m the luckiest wizard alive. Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, your heart swelling. Sirius slipped the ring onto your finger; it fit perfectly as though it had been crafted just for you. When he stood, Siri wrapped you up and pulled you into a kiss. 

“I love you so damn much.” He whispered. 

“And I love you more.”

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[your-pal-smoochins]

SOUND ADVICE.

I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE.

TO ADD ONTO THIS, IT MAY HELP TO CONTACT OTHER PEOPLE TO ASSIST YOU.

IT OF COURSE DEPENDS ON WHO YOU KNOW

AND WHAT THEY KNOW ABOUT YOU

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY WHAT THEY KNOW ABOUT THEM

BUT IN MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE I WAS ABLE TO CALL UPON THE ENTIRETY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL IN ORDER TO GET A RIDE TO SOMEWHERE SAFE, AND THEY MANAGED TO GET ME THERE WITHIN 24 HOURS.

NOT MY FRIENDS.

NOT OTHER FAMILY.

TEACHERS AND COUNSELORS AND PRINCIPALS.

GRANTED, THIS WAS DONE OUT OF DESPERATION BECAUSE I WAS QUITE LITERALLY FORCED OUT OF THE HOUSE AND THEN THREATENED VAGUELY IF I DIDN'T COME BACK, BUT THE RESULT HAS BEEN FULFILLING.

IN MY SITUATION, I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO BRING MY IDENTIFYING DOCUMENTS, BUT I DID HAVE ENOUGH THINGS TO USE TO GET A NEW ONE MADE.

IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE AND DON'T HAVE A SCHOOL ID, AMONG OTHER THINGS, THIS MAY BE MORE OF A CHALLENGE FOR YOU.

YOUR ADVANTAGE COMPARED TO ME IS PREP TIME, ASSUMING THEY DON'T DO THE SAME TO YOU AS WAS DONE TO ME.

USE IT AS WELL AS YOU CAN AND FIND THOSE DOCUMENTS.

OR TRICK YOUR PARENT INTO THINKING YOU NEED THEM FOR SOMETHING INNOCUOUS.

IF I AM NOT MISTAKEN, MOST EMPLOYERS NEED AT LEAST ONE OF THE IMPORTANT ONES, AND A LOT OF THE OTHER ONES ALSO REQUIRE SEVERAL OTHER ONES, BUT EVEN HAVING ONE IS MORE OF AN ADVANTAGE THAN WHAT I HAD.

I know I haven't said much about it, but legitimately, "running away" was one of the most pivotal life decisions I've ever made. Probably THE first major life decision I've made, and also the best. If you have an opportunity to go, leave. Get out of there. If you are not safe at home, emotionally, physically, whatever, and you're able to leave, do it. It's going to suck such major ass for a while because you're going to have to deal with the scars they've left on you, but I wholeheartedly, full-throatedly, with-my-chest promise you that it is going to be better. You're going to be better. If you have the privilege of being able to escape, no matter how difficult it feels, then RUN.

[starz-mind]

Chat.. I need your help. This is very VERY serious...

I'm playing my first tactician run in bg3 and my tav is a silly Lolth sworn drow sorcerer :) I NEED HELP CHOOSING WHO TO ROMANCE CUZ LIKE.. ARGUABLY THAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT DECISION IN THE GAME SO I DON'T WANNA MESS IT UP! Please help.

(No Karlach cuz I already did her romance and it was very good but I gotta give my other girls a chance 😭)

(Also no Gale cuz I have beef with him that I will not share with the public)

[maskofnova]

PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR SONURGE SHIP

Okay!! (So i am gonna bring up my Whispurge headcanon a tiny bit too just because they do go hand in hand for me, sorry lol. Just dont read past the dash if you dont care about it.)

The sonurge dynamic for me is kind of near entirely one sided as far as like actual romantic interest. Like for sonic its a case of wanting to challenge and tease her to keep her mind off things and rile her up in a friendly way. Maybe a little flirty but for him its nothing serious. He enjoys their banter and their rivalry is a fun one.

But for surge i think its a complete case of crossed wires. The internal battle with her programming that puts him in a place of fixation in her mind by default but now is fluctuating rapidly between “i hate him so fucking much” and “i think he’s clearly amazing and i think i like him”. But either way its a struggle with the thought that the only reason he’s on her mind this aggressively might just be because its what she was made to think about.

I don’t think sonic would know about this internal conflict for a hot minute since i think she wouldn’t explain until it peaked the boiling point but the second he figures out how deep this goes he wouldnt keep this going. Hes not an asshole like that so ultimately this is my Toxic Doomed Ship where they have to eventually keep distance anyway by the end.

Even still when its good i think its really good, its just never going to last without Surge having some kind of breakdown.

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Comparatively i think my whispurge headcanons also play on this rivalry dynamic between whisper and surge (definitely a more aggressive hands on one than the one with sonic. Fisticuffs followed periodically by adrenaline induced smoochin) but with those two its definitively, unquestionably a choice they’re both making of their own volition to interact like this. Even if it does carry some doubt or confusion on whispers part mostly about whether she really can trust Surge.

I think two commiserating aggro types can find some comfort with that and ultimately help each other be better than what they are by both of them having pretty tragic pasts they can relate to. (I think tangle and whispers dynamic is also extremely important but she could use another angle like that). Something i dont think Sonic is in a position to ever fully do. At least not until surge already gets all her shit sorted.

[suengmi]

arguing with seungmin bc he doesnt display his affection in public so you think he’s embarrassed of you or doesnt love you. hurt/comfort pls

genre: long time friends to lovers, romance, angst/hurt, gn!reader warnings: cuss words, lil heated smoochin, mentions of intimacy, drinking/mentions of alcohol, eating/food, mentions of anxiety, not completely proof read!!!! i will fix any mistakes in morning!! word count: .............3k.... oops -- part 2 -- part 3

a/n: omg absolutely!!! i hope you like what i've written!!!!! i rly enjoyed writing this also seungmin doesn't get enough love... ill die on that hill anon

but yeah i did a bit of a back story for this and got carried away WHY DO I HAVE TO GO SO HARD I HAVE THINGS TO DO

♫ currently: running through the rain - yugyeom

╌╌╌╌ "is it me?"

you remember the first time you met seungmin. it was in year 11 high school, a while back now. you remember how it was raining the day you met, you remember how he was sitting in your allocated seat (the back row on the left). you remember how it was science class with the teacher who had bad teeth. you remember his bug eyes wide while scrolling through his phone and his fringe sitting on the top of his square glasses. you thought he was cute, in his own world mindlessly focused on his phone.

and you especially remember the way his head turned slightly as he was looking at his phone, bottom lip gently being chewed on while he was deep in thought.

but all of that seems distant now when you can feel the lump in your throat, almost like you're going to cough. "i think i like you?" you say in a confused tone, basically like a question you probably meant to think and not say out loud.

it had been about 7 years since you'd known seungmin, best friends ever since. he had been there through everything. your break ups, your ups and downs and you for his. you'd seen each other naked, seen the worst of each other but also the best. you had grown together as friends but more importantly as individuals. he cooked and you cleaned, it was a give and take.

seungmin had recently broken up with his partner of 2 years, and for some reason everything about them gave you the irk. the way they looked at him, the way they talked to him and especially the way they kissed him. every time you witnessed the displays of affection, a low twinge would sink into your chest. 'i just don't like them.' you'd say whenever seungmin confronted you about your attitude.

"you what?" seungmin laughs lightly, attention turning from the tv to you, chowing down on the kebab he had bought after you and your friends had a night out.

you take a sip of the coke in your hand, "yeah, i dunno."

seungmin laughs once more before realising that you might be serious. his expression turns sour, lip curling upward, "psh, you wish." he jokes, trying to brush off the probably drunk talk.

you needed to try something.

"seungmin, hey." you try to say softly, but it comes out more like a demand for attention. "i'm gonna try something."

he turns his gaze to you, eyebrows raised and mouth probably still full of kebab and kind of looking like a chipmunk. you stare at his lips, and you feel like he knows what you're going to do in a way. he swallows, but does nothing, just sits still and waits for your next move.

your kiss is gentle, lips just barely pressing to his. but within a moment you feel him press back against you, almost aggressively. it sends jolts down to your lower stomach, strokes of tingles running up and down your body. you can feel the way he's asking for permission to enter, just to taste a bit more.

so you allow him entry, feeling the softness of his breath against your lips as he changes directions. you let out a soft whine as he kisses you deeper, his body now aiming to lean over yours.

"'fuck.'" you pull back before he can deepen the kiss that's possibly gone too far. he's left slightly confused, but continues to take another bite of his kebab, as if nothing happened.

you groan in annoyance, arms falling beside you, coke spilling on the ground. "fuck, i do like you."

he chuckles, definitely not even worried about what just happened, "makes sense why you didn't like my ex, how long?"

-

you didn't talk for a day after, trying to process everything that happened. you left his house without a single thought, fleeing the crime scene you left behind.

it was a waiting game, seeing who would cave an text first. it wasn't like you hadn't kissed him before, a few times over the years - just as an affectionate gesture of how much you loved your best friends (which mostly happened when you were drunk).

as if ripping you from your thoughts you hear your phone buzzing on your lap.

"shit." you mumble under your breath, looking at the flashing photo of seungmin. it was one he sent you back in your days at university together when he did a charity event for kids. extra credit and all.

you let out a defeated groan, flapping your hands on the couch. you let out a held breath, composing yourself in time to answer the phone, you know that he'll just call ten more times if you don't answer, he always did.

"what?" you say stern, it was common for you to answer the phone like this.

"what?" seungmin mocks you before speaking plainly, "what you doin' tomorrow?"

you get up from the couch, walking towards your bedroom just to get your body to move. "nothing, day off."

"let's go out."

-

so yeah, this is how you ended up in this situation. you had been out a few times, just getting dinner but everything seemed normal at first? he hadn't made a move, just bought you dinner and taken you out more than usual. he didn't hug you like he used to, if anything he was keeping his physical distance. you were beginning to think he just wanted to forget about it, the kiss and the whole damn night of flirting you seemed to forget you did. it had been a month since this mess, a damn month.

you had spoken to a few of your other friends about it but no one had answers. anxiety welled up in your chest anytime you wanted to bring it up, knowing that the answer might not be the one you want.

it was getting to the point where you could barely sleep.

-

it was about the seventh time seungmin had invited you out on a 'date'. the clouds were hovering in the sky, looming over as if a bad omen. you two had decided to go and get some new clothes, but ended up with nothing but bubble tea and a few snacks, a recurring theme in your friendship all these years.

seungmin was talking about a new game he was playing, speaking intently about how his kill count was better than the rest of your friend group.

you looked down at his hand, just hanging by his side idly. you wanted to hold it, to feel his hands in yours. you were desperate to know what it was like with these new found feelings. to get even just a taste of the feeling you had that night you kissed.

so in step, you muster the courage to do so. you grab one of his fingers as you both continued to talk, hoping he would think nothing of it. unfortunately you were met by a jolt, seungmin pulling his hand back within a second.

he pretended it didn't happen, continuing to talk about whatever he was just now.

you stop in your tracks. it only took him a moment to notice, his expression blank as he turns to you. "you good?" he questions, taking a sip of his bubble tea.

"is it me?" you spit, anger laced in your tone.

"what?"

"what the fuck are we doing seungmin? is it me?"

he lets out a breath, rolling his eyes, as if he know exactly what he was doing. "i don't know what you mean."

he was playing dumb. he knows exactly what he did, he knows exactly how you feel. he's the one that asked you out, he's the one who asked to take this further.

"we go on dates, well," you huff, "not even-"

"and?" he questions interrupting you, feigning ignorance slapped on his face.

"are you... embarrassed of this? of what we're doing? are you just doing this not to hurt me? the fuck is wrong with you?"

he licks his lips, eyes avoiding you at all costs. "i genuinely don't know what you mean."

you scoff, the audacity of him taking you by surprise. "don't play dumb."

he says nothing, eyes downcast and guilty.

"you don't just- just kiss me back, then call me and ask me out and leave me hanging for a fucking month, a month seungmin! if you don't have feelings for me then fucking tell me. i'm not a little fucking baby, i can handle it." you feel tears well in your eyes, your tone accusatory and pointed.

''it's not that-"

you control yourself, resisting the urges to cry, "oh what is it then? you just enjoying playing with me like you played with your ex for those last six months?"

seungmin juts his jaw, anger sudden and present in his expression. "that's unfair."

you smile in disbelief, tongue running over your teeth, feeling almost insane at this point. "it's not."

you both stand in silence, trying to grasp at the right words to say but you're just hurt. so fucking hurt and you don't know if you'll ever be able to recover from this. seungmin knows you hate dishonesty even if it hurts, but he can't muster the courage to tell you what's really bothering him. you're surprised by his next move.

"it's you!" he blurts out, definitely yelling at this point.

"oh so it is me? i'm the fucking problem?! are you that embarrassed to be with me? do you just...not love me? ugh, fuck you seung-"

he raises his free hand forward in submission, trying to rectify his point, "it's because it's you. it's just... you." his expression turns somber as he speaks.

you frown, mouth open ready to say something, nothing comes out but, "elaborate."

seungmin sighs before throwing his bubble tea now empty into his bag. "it's just..." he trails off. you give him a moment. he had always been like this, not knowing the right words to say.

"i've been having trouble with... this." he speaks slowly, his eyes avoiding your own, gesturing between the two of you.

"obviously," you say in a snarky tone.

seungmin points to the set of benches near by. you walk before him, sitting down on the bench. he slowly sits next to you, little too close for the moment, his thigh is basically melded against your own. you were used to it after all, knowing each other all these years. closeness wasn't something you were afraid of but now, it made you uneasy.

"i know you like to interrupt but just... hear me out, okay?"

your lips curl to the side as you fold your arms over your chest at his remark, he's right though.

you just nod, willing to hear what your best friend has to say. any answer is better than not knowing what the hell was going on.

"that night you kissed me," he begins, looking out to the dark clouds, "it honestly... i don't even know what to think of it. i kept replaying it in my head, it's not like we haven't kissed before you know, and the fact that i kissed you back..."

you nod at him, understanding what he's beginning to say. fuck, he's going to do it. he's going to break my fucking heart.

he sighs, his hands fumbling in front of him, "it kind of makes sense doesn't it? you know my ex and i... i was completely empty for those last six months. they started to, i guess, notice things about you."

you frown in thought trying to put a finger on what he was talking about, arms still folded in front of you.

he starts speaking again after taking in a deep breath. "there was a night before we broke up. they couldn't stand you, couldn't stand the relationship we had and how long we had been friends. i just assumed it was because they were insecure, not because of us. but i think-" he pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts, "i think they knew you liked me and that i favoured you over them. maybe they just saw it before we did."

you speak after a moment of silence, "before saw what? our feelings?"

"yeah," seungmin laughs, his head jerking to the side, "sexual tension so thick you could cut it with knife apparently."

you hum, kind of picking up the pieces now, sensing the direction it's going. "alright..."

he stands up and speaks plainly while walking in a circle, feet kicking some rocks on the ground, "you know every time you've stayed over, prior to you know, that night. i honestly just..."

"seungmin-" you interrupt, standing from your seat.

"let me finish." he says sternly, eyes still wondering around anywhere but you. "after we broke up, i started noticing things about you. like... things. maybe even before."

you hum, sucking on your top lip, listening intently to what he's saying. you're doing your best not to interrupt, words practically wanting to jump out of your mouth but you know he needs some time to speak carefully, to form the words he needs.

"you remember when you stayed at mine the night after i broke up with my ex?"

you think hard, remembering how confused he was that it happened. he never told you the exact details of what went on but you know if it was necessary to tell you he would of.

"mhm..." you nod, letting him continue.

"i thought, i thought i was just looking for comfort. you're my best fucking friend, and yeah, that's what best friend's do you know? and what i was thinking about you was just... nah. i hated myself for it, hated that i looked at you differently. hated that my ex knew exactly what i was thinking without me even knowing. it just all makes sense but, but now. what they said made so much sense, everything i do ends up with you, it always has."

he takes another breath in, hands messily pushing his hair back. he looks frustrated, like he's saying the wrong words.

"when you were in my bed that night, in my t-shirt, the one you always wear when you come over. saying you like how it smells every damn time you wear it, it drives me insane."

seungmin sits back down, his eyes tense and searching yours. it's silent for a moment. he nudges your leg, "help me out, please?"

you laugh, grin spreading across your face, kindness in your tone as you speak, "i thought you told me not to speak."

he was just scared. just scared of this. scared of what this would become. and you were too, he just showed it differently than you did.

he smiles softly, realising that he should have come to you, talk to instead of pushing you away. he huffs, "am i making any sense?"

"yeah, not really."

he sighs, rubbing his face in his hands. "i'm sorry. i'm just not sure how to go about this, and i just, feel like i'm doing something wrong if you want to touch me. i know you want to take this further and trust me i do as well but i'm just so fucking nervous. i don't know why, i've seen you naked a bunch of times and not cared."

"here," you say holding out your hand, "gimme."

he's hesitant for a bit, turning his eyes to ogle down at your hand, nerves building in his body. as soon as he feels his skin come in contact with yours, all the blood in his body seems to streamline straight to his hands, fingers alighting when he softly presses his palm into yours, carefully melding your fingers together.

"this okay?" you question, searching his face for answers.

"yeah... yeah it is."

"you could have just told me." you scoff, "you're such a bitch when it comes to your feelings."

he laughs at your remark but doesn't retort, just stands up pulling you with him. "where we going? we're not done!"

you walk hand in hand for a bit, checking in with him every now and then to see if he's okay with this. you don't want him to jolt again, nightmare fuel that was. you both agree that you'll talk more in depth when you get back his, knowing it's important to communicate since this is a seven year friendship, not just someone you had a meet-cute with. you end up talking about his game again, and notice how he squeezes you hand slightly whenever he gets excited.

-

the clouds had finally let out the rain they had been holding in since the morning, it throws you back to the day you met seungmin. but all of this, it still feels surreal, fairies dancing in your heart making it thump with excitement.

it didn't take long until you're both splayed out in the back seat of his car, your body on top of his. not one of you dare speak a word, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment of white noise from the rain mixed in with the sound of your own heated breaths.

you had so many questions, so many things you needed to know. when did he start? did he always like me?

but for now, with his soft large lips against your neck, trailing their way to your jaw slowly and precisely, you knew it was all you needed.

it was always you, always had been.

-

a/n: I THINK I WANNA DO A PART 2???????? HELLA maybe ill make it smutty

this was way longer then i was gonna make it fuck sake i always do this alkjsdlkajdljaslkjsj

[your-pal-smoochins]

I'm normally a very passive person. I don't like going out of my way to interact with serious topics. But this has genuinely gone way beyond the realm of serious. The situation hurts me, but that is no excuse to not talk about it. To spread the word.

I have seen people refuse to acknowledge the events entirely. I have seen others try to justify Is-a-rael-piece-of-shit's actions. There is no justification for promising a safe location for the people to evacuate to, only to bomb them the moment people are distracted by the big stupid fucking football event. Especially not when you consider all the children that are now dead.

This needs to be seen. All of it needs to be seen. Every last thing. The people with any level of empathy will be on the side of Palestine. The others will be outnumbered. If you fear being seen as controversial for this, I can only see it as selfish.

Find every way you can to help. Spread the word, donate to causes, protest, do every single thing in your power to bring an end to this.

Or else there may be nothing left to save.

My activity here will probably increase as I continue talking about this, but obviously I won't know everything. Find information on your own as well, and spread it around to the best of your ability. I trust you'll all make the right decision.

do not just sit and read what I reblog and/or retweet. Do more than just like and walk off. Share it. "Oh they did a spongebob super bowl showing"

millions of Palestinian people were murdered on the night of the super bowl. Men, women, and children.

Children. Under 18 and even further, not even one year old.

When will you decide its "gone too far"? When will you start sharing and helping and taking boycotting seriously. When will your eyes open and when will YOU see that what isnotrael is doing is wrong. Genocide is happening. Nothing is getting better and I see NOBODY talking about it. None of you who I follow have said a word and that disappoints me.

What is happening to innocent people is wrong. Palestinians do not deserve what is happening and it makes me sick.

A child's legs were reduced to gory ribbon and she was hanging off the side of her home. Literal babies are dead. Parents have lost their children, and many children have been left orphaned. I refuse to trigger tag or soften or censor these words. This is serious. This is a harsh and painful reality.

Palestinian children do not know anything beyond trauma at this point, Palestinian adults have lost their families and their statuses as human beings, and i will do everything within my power to help.

When will you do your part. When will YOU also assist.

[your-pal-smoochins]

heyhey if you decide to follow this blog please do try to

have some sort of indicator that you're not a bot?

y'know, title your blog, make a post saying you're a dude or something

I know Tumblr is being a pain lately in regards to pfps for new people but if you could. y'know. do that at minimum I won't block you. just saying! it's important.

[watercolourcritters]

smoochin' time!!

I couldn't think of a serious idea for this art, so you get three silly smooch options XD

[ID from alt: three images, each showing the same marker art of two albatrosses. One has its long beak pressed to the other's cheek in what looks like a kiss. Text over the art reads: 1) Smooch smooch smooch!! 2) Time for smoochin' 3) I would like to give you a lil smooch. The signature on each reads @ watercolourcritters. End ID.]

Instagram | Etsy

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Are you gonna keep using modded kisses with A!A or are you gonna accept the roleplay you've put yourself in

This is such a strangely worded question. Almost as if you view a route in a video game as a punishment?

So I guess to answer your question, I will keep using the kisses mod because I enjoy using it. I like smoochin in all the ways lol but it's not really that serious. Also, I actually like the ascended kisses and use them often. Even with spawn Astarion. I just modded the facial expressions to match how I think my durge would respond. It won't be the same for everyone and I'm sure once the new patch goes out there will be a mod to restore the scared expressions, should someone want that.

[your-pal-smoochins]

[coughing loudly in perfect sync.]

hi! just making a general warning. @/digimeowtal has a pattern of abusing, grooming, and manipulating transmasc individuals. they first got into contact with me when I was 16 and they were 19- they're two years and some months older than me. I'm honestly just.. extremely tired right now, so I'll let the screenshots speak for themselves. I have more evidence, if need be. they've been pretty consistently shitty- after I cut them off in Feb 2022, they've been spending their time sending me and my friends anons, trying to contact and keep tabs on me through alternate accounts, and ultimately following me on here and twitter for several months without my knowing. they've consistently ignored my boundaries in many ways, but most important sexually, which is funny because they constantly needed me to tell them that they aren't a bad person. they also use the personas of Arya the folf (Aryanotstark), Arizona the iguana (Iguanazona), and Aspen the puma, alongside their current one, Bay the manul (punkmanulbay, oldschoolpunkmanul, Millie Bay) and Millie the mutt (@M1LL13MVTT) on twitter. they have a penchant for changing personas and accounts- every few months to a year, their current friend group realizes how awful they are and cuts them out, so they retreat to one of their many other accounts. they also like threatening and stalking people! so that's fun. I've been dealing with their BS for about 3 years now and even though what I have probably doesn't present the "strongest" case, I can't let them slip by. the furry community is full of children; they want to get into the animation industry with their stories of Beatha, Bay, Arya, etc. I don't have the energy to make it all neat and pretty for you. I came to the realization that she groomed me when I was already in the middle of some very tough mental health stuff. they also go by IguanaZona#3761, Arya Kitsune#4170, and Millie Bay#6942 on discord.

[seeminglydark]

Okay, does Johnny-pooh still have his snake bites? I love his piercings, I just feel like I notice them less. Also, Caro is so inspiring to me! I’m not non-binary but I’m about their height and a huge gym rat. It makes me so happy to see another tiny-but-mighty meatball. Hope you’re having a great March!

He totally does! My guess is you’re noticing them less cuz I might have forgot them once or twice, plus I’ve been drawing a LOT of art of him at 15\16 lately because of the Prom comic and he didn’t have them then, in the current arc of Seemingly Dark he’s wearing smaller studs, and in Mil-Liminal he’s got in spacers and not wearing jewelry at the moment haha. Oh and in my last art of Caro and John in modern day, they are smoochin’ to hard to really see the piercings but they are there. I really love changing hair, tattoos, piecing etc depending on the timeline of things, it’s so much fun.

Yo! I love the tiny but mighty meatball, that is the best thing I’ve heard today. I think Mick is one too (user name was MightyMouse and he’s about 5’6.) I bet Caro would be thrilled to have you as a gym buddy tbh. John’s built but he’s not as serious about it as they are.

I am having a Great March so far, i Hope you are too!

-RJ

[miz-chase]

Rizzles Knight/lady medieval au scratch

Duke and Dutchess Isles are not especially well-loved. They gained the port keep of Botwulftun through force, chasing the Dubhghall clan into hiding. Childless themselves, they took the clan heir as their own. Marian Isles, once Maura Dubhghall, was raised in a sheltered, though well-read life.

Roughly siting this on the borderlands of the English Pale in Ireland, Giovanna Rizzoli has little stake in either side. She is good with any weapon you can name, by foot or by horseback, and she is glad to take a job that pays. Someone has to feed their family, given their merchant ship was long gone, dashed on the rocks of the Irish Sea.

She’s skilled enough she works her way up in the Isles household, discreet enough the Dutchess trusts her with the young heir, and pious enough to take serious her oaths before God. She swore she would protect this Lady Isles, and by God, she would keep her promises.

When you’re a mercenary, you know all kinds of people and hear all kinds of things. It’s a necessary part of the job. She had long heard murmurings that the lady was really Dubhghall’s, though it had never been more than a murmur. Not her business, not relevant to the job of keeping the lady safe.

However, when she heard an uprising was brewing, that did become her business.

Of course her brothers got involved in the fight. When someone else was putting food on the table, they were free to chase their ideas and passions. It had been a brutal winter, the people were hungry, but the Duke and his English court never lacked for food. When your children are hungry while the Duke puts on lavish feasts, well. It was the kind of thing that made people hungry for more than just food.

Giovanna’s brothers and the people they ran with saw her as a great asset, an inside woman to let them attack from the inside. She herself could easily throw the Lady Isles to the crowd. It was a perfect plan.

Only, Giovanna had made an oath before God. And of course she detested the woman, with her jewels and gowns and beautiful golden hair. Who smiled at her, read aloud to her from her endless books, who pouted so prettily when caught trying to sneak into the city. Giovanna should have been glad to turn her pampered English behind over to justice.

So she did help, she did. She helped the rebels sneak into the keep, drew them maps to get around, showed them the servants passages that would get them where they needed to go. But when the fight began, Giovanna was nowhere to be found.

Instead, immediately regretting her choices, she found herself half-dragging a particularly stubborn fancy lady out the servants’ kitchen garden, cursing at her to keep quiet and stop fussing.

She swore before God she’d keep this cursed, spoiled woman safe, and by God’s grace she would. She just hoped she’d survive the ordeal long enough to earn her reward from the Tiarna-in-hiding Patrick Dubhghall

Fill this void here with bickering, Jane putting her life in danger for Maura without a thought, soft wound tending, bedroll sharing, dramatic Doyle family reveals, Rizzoli family infighting, conflicts of loyalties, and smoochin

But Giovanna made her oaths to protect Marian Isles, not Maura Dubhghall. When she delivers Maura to safety with her father, more than one person protests when she wants to go back to Botwulfston to help her brothers. Jane sneaks out in the night, but she forgets Maura is even more stubborn than she is. Turns out Giovanna’s ‘spoiled princess’ learned fast than she realized and she chases after Jane

[dread0narrival]

NSFW alphabet: Clove edition

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Not sure how long this has been sitting in drafts but finally finished it lol enjoy~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Clove is an affectionate lover and very cuddly after sex. He will hold you close to his chest and go on and on about how amazing you are and how much you mean to him. Of course he will clean you up first with a warm towelette, he’s not a monster.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sad answer… he doesn’t practice self love. He’s not self-conscious of his body or looks, he just doesn’t have any love for himself :( But his favorite part of yours is your mouth. Perfect for smoochin’… among other things.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

Copious and thick. He loves cumming inside of you and watching it spill out from your lovely hole. He would absolutely eat you out afterwards (yeah IK he’s gross)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Fun fact; Clove undergoes a rut :)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

 Very inexperienced, perhaps even a virgin hmm?? He’s watched plenty of  explicit videos online and knows what he is doing, roughly. He might need some guidance if you want him to do something specifically.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

Mating press and face off. He loves to be as close as possible while facing you. Sometimes he is too pent up where he can’t wait and will do you doggy style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

He takes intimate time seriously and will focus on his task to make you feel amazing. But will laugh off awkward moments because come on, sex is funny sometimes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clove’s body hair (chest, legs, etc) is very short and fine, almost invisible unless you are up close and personal. However, if you complained about his body hair/pubes, he would rectify it immediately.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

Clove is oblivious to the fact that he is a hopeless romantic. He is honest with his affirmations, telling you how much he needs you and how good you make him feel. When he gets close to the edge, he will start rambling. He will also tell you he loves you during the act, repeatedly while holding your hand or being as close to you as possible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

He is quite vocal, especially when he’s by himself. Whimpering or calling your name as he rubs one out. He’s not ashamed of the lewd sounds he makes, basically. Before reconnecting, Clove would get himself off a few times a week at the very least. But now he doesn’t really have the need to, since if he’s in the mood, he’ll just seek you out.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

A LOT lol too many to put them all here but here’s a few of his favorites; Oral (giving), Praise/degradation (receiving), biting/marking, breeding, overstimulation.

He is very much a pain slut, a hard masochist. He’d much rather take it than dish it out.

He’s a versatile Switch. When topping, he is very much a soft-dom. When bottoming, he will either be a power bottom or full on sub. He’s versatile and emphatic in his role, whatever that may be.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) 

He’s most comfortable doing it in the privacy of your bedroom/home, but he has exhibitionist fantasies (especially if he’s feeling jealous) that he will gladly share with you. Clove is DTF whenever, WHEREVER.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 

Literally anything will get him going. However, he respects you and personal boundaries and wouldn’t force himself on you if he was in the mood and you were not.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Clove is hesitant to inflict pain on you in any way (aside from consensual kinks such as spanking, choking, etc.), and would prefer the pain to be inflicted on him instead.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

Clove LOVES going down on you, even if his technique is lacking. He might need some guidance, but he is a fast learner and will put in the work until he’s perfected it. He prefers giving oral over receiving but will enjoy it regardless of which position he’s in.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Almost always, things will start off slow and deliberate and eventually ramp-up until he’s fucking you like crazy with one thought on his brain. With that said, Clove will ALWAY put your needs over his own even if it means he doesn’t get off.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

His go-to will always be oral but would be up for ANYTHING as long as it ended with you cumming.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 He will try anything once as long as it doesn’t put you in danger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 His lack of experience ends things prematurely. But you can work him up again fairly easily and he’ll be ready to go again for round two and three and so on...

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

He has a modest collection of dildos, vibrators, a pocket pussy or two. He doesn’t use them much after meeting up with you but if you showed interested in using them, he’d be on board to use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

When he subs, he can be a bit of a brat. When he doms, he can be relentless with the teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

As mentioned before, he’s very vocal and babbles a lot during sex. Be it praise or absolute filth, he doesn’t care who hears. The more worked up he is, the louder he becomes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character.)

He is into cockwarming (both giving and receiving)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

He’s an average length, 5.5 inches hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

Nearly insatiable, but he’s satisfied with being in your presence, gently holding your hand or running his fingers through your hair. He is easy to pacify.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Clove will keep himself from falling asleep just to talk to you a little longer or to just watch you sleep (creep)