#sorry i forgot about it and it sat in my drafts for a few days

[thoughtfulseason]

rules: the first aesthetic, outfit, quote, and celebrity pins on your pinterest feed are your vibe

tagged by @eternita ! thank uuuu it’s been a while since i got tagged for something 💗

(almost zero quotes on my pinterest so that one took me a bit)

tagging @znanyjany @polithicc @ohmymosquitp @supersgirls

[starstruckgoateepuppy]

i was a dick, it is what it is

mina x f!reader

synopsis: you wanted to die so bad, and when you try, you forget about how much it would hurt your mina

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of pills, vomit

wc:854

a/n: my mimiwimi 🙁 i have so many drafts goodness its short but oh well sorry to disappoint

you held the pill bottle in your hand. you were crying, no one was home, no one to stop you. but why were you hesitating? you felt so helpless and at that moment you wanted to live, you wanted to live peacefully and happily without any problems. but who doesn’t have problems?

you had your mom and dad who was never around, you had some friends who you treasured very dearly, and your girlfriend who you would kill for. you were struggling so much and no one was there to save you from it, you didn’t want to burden anyone.

you hated that you felt this way, you hated that everyone had to see how messed up you were. you wanted to care for people, not needing them to take care of you. you plopped the pill in your mouth, swallowing it.

suddenly in your dilemma, you hear a buzz from

your phone. a notification from your precious girlfriend. you read it carefully, you read it again and again. you suddenly drop the pill bottle and regret everything you did. what did you do? why were you doing this? you had so many people who cared for you. you started to remember that, you forgot about it. you ran to the bathroom as fast as you could. forcing yourself to throw up the pill you just swallowed.

“hey lovely, you know that i miss you and i care for you so much right? xoxo your girl, minari”

that was a text that was sent a few seconds ago and a text that mina probably didnt know saved you from almost not being there anymore. you were struggling trying to vomit the pill out. you didn’t want to die anymore. you wanted to hug your girlfriend, your mother who cared for you when you were at your worst, even when your father was being horrible and argued with your mother so many times. you couldn’t imagine how much she would be grieving if you left.

your mouth was full of the white substance from the pill that was meant to unalive you. you vomited it out? hopefully. you wanted to stay, get some help. you felt painful in your heart, you wanted to live but the pain was unbearable. at least you were trying.

you hear the front door open. your mom came home, you run into her arms. surprising her a little, she hugged back tightly, kind of choking each other but you couldn’t care. you almost did not have the chance to hug her again. you kept remembering the message mina sent you. you had to meet her now. you had to tell her everything and tell her all your feelings and problems you have kept to yourself all the months. and how much she has helped you mentally.

“mom can i go to minas house?” you look up at her, loosening the hug. she nods, knowing that you had to say something important.

she went into your room after you left, not wanting to invade your privacy but just wanting to sit on your bed thinking. as she sat, she felt something hard after placing her hand on the bed. she saw the pill bottle, she stared at it closely. tears welling up from her eyes. she couldn’t believe what she saw, she really hoped you were safe, she couldn’t imagine you gone, the very room she was in, your body was almost found dead in. why was she only finding out about this? she felt so guilty she never realised any of this sooner. you were such a cheerful person, never once would she have thought you felt like this. it pained her as a mother that you felt this way. no wonder that was the most warming hug you have ever given her.

-

your frantic knocking on minas front door begging for her to open up and hug her as tight. you never left the house for days, saying you were sick and your body was sore. it never was, maybe your heart was. you haven’t met your baby in weeks and you never realised how much you took her for granted. you regretted ghosting her without telling her why you weren’t coming to school nor texting her. she was also helpless but she knew something was wrong and knew it was a problem for you to fix. she trusted in you that you would never do something like that on purpose to make her feel bad.

you were a great girlfriend in her eyes, anyone could see how much you cared and loved her. she couldn’t imagine a world without you. although she almost had to.

the creak of the door as it opened up to see a beautiful black haired woman with the brightest gummy smile you have ever seen. she smiled so hard her cheeks were hurting, how could she not knowing you were just fine? you lifter her up, letting her gasp in surprise. you were so happy and grateful God gave you another chance and the realisation that you have people who care about you.

[endless-summer-soldier]

rub down

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: after returning home from a tough mission, all you want is to relax and Bucky makes that so easy for you

warnings: 18+ only, smut, heavy foreplay, oral sex

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is an old draft that I never finished and finally found the time to close it out. not my best writing and little to no plot, but it scratches a certain itch ;)

taglist: @sebsgirl71479 @theroyalmanatee @ozwriterchick @drewsuncrustables @lokidokieokie @nats-whore @m4nulup1n @arcanebabe @tanyaspartak @jackiehollanderr @princezzjasmine @pono-pura-vida @mavrellover91 @helluvapimp @almosttoopizza @esposadomd @charmedbysarge @zannemes @blackwood-bodecker-housewife

The minute you stepped into your room, you fell into bed. You mustered up all your remaining energy to strip off your sweat-soaked suit. Before your eyes completely glazed over, you took one final glance at your phone. 4:27 AM. You knew he wouldn’t be awake, but you sent him a quick text: home.

“Rise and shine, gorgeous,” Bucky called, in an effort to wake you up. He was peppering kisses up your neck to your jaw and cheek. 

“Mmm...morning,” you whispered, melting into Bucky’s arms. “I missed you,” you added.

“I missed you too, baby,” he replied, planting another kiss on your cheek. “How was the mission?”

You turned in his arms so that you were facing him. You forgot how it felt to be under his sparkling gaze. 

“It went well. We ambushed them pretty good, but we were outnumbered so it took a little longer to take the place down.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good. A couple nicks and bruises, but nothing major. I’m just...exhausted.”

“I bet. I saw what time you got in last night. Sorry I couldn’t stay up for ya.”

“Oh it's fine. I didn’t expect you to.”

“So, what should we do today?”

“Mm...I just want to relax. Can we do nothing today?”

“I'd love to do nothing with you,” he gushed. You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m gonna go for a run but how about you come over once you’re done with breakfast," he offered.

“And we can relax?” you asked.

“Absolutely.” He kissed your forehead and rolled out of bed as you curled back up into the sheets.

You snoozed for another hour or so before slowly making your way out of bed. You took a long, hot shower and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. 

Once in the kitchen, you fixed yourself some breakfast and a cup of coffee. You sat on the balcony as you ate, paging through your latest novel and slowly sipping from your large mug of coffee. It was nice not having to think about anything. That was one of your favorite parts of coming home after a mission, along with sleeping in your own bed with Bucky. You finished up the chapter you were on and retired inside. You figured Bucky would be back from his run and you wanted to spend the rest of the day with him.

You knocked twice on his door and he quickly responded with, “Come on in, darling.”

The lighting was dim and there were several candles lit around the room.

“What’s all this?” you inquired with a tone of surprise.

“Just wanted to do something special for you,” he said, pressing a kiss on your cheek. It was then you noticed the massage table set up in the middle of the room. 

“You didn’t have to do all this. I would’ve been perfectly happy just snuggling and watching Netflix.”

“I know you would’ve. And that’s why you deserve this.”

“Thank you,” you placed a gentle hand on his jaw and stood on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“Now make yourself comfortable, I’ll come back in about ten minutes.”

You stripped down completely, placing your clothes together in a tiny pile. You tied your hair into a top knot and crawled onto the massage table, placing your head face down in the headrest and pulling the sheet over your bare back. You closed your eyes and took a few deep inhalations to start relaxing your mind. The door opened and then shut quietly, as gentle footsteps neared you. Suddenly the sound of water flowing downstream was softly playing in the background.

“How’s the temperature?” Bucky asked, referring to the heated massage table.

“Perfect.” You noticed the faintest scent of peppermint as you heard the sound of strong, oiled hands rubbing together.

You could sense Bucky standing by your head. “Now I want you to clear your mind and just relax. Take a deep breath in,” he instructed. You followed his command and as you exhaled, his slick hands made contact with your back. He firmly pressed his hands down your shoulders to your tailbone and repeated the motion. You unconsciously released a sigh, enjoying the pressure and the dichotomy between his warm, flesh hand and his cold, vibranium one. He continued his motion, up and down your back, digging the heels of his hands in a little more with each stroke.

“You’re so tense, baby.” He was right of course. You’d been running on the minimum amount of sleep and thought of nothing but your mission for the past few weeks. Tense didn’t even begin to cover it. 

“We’ll work out all these knots. Don’t you worry.” Bucky shifted his attention to the tension in your shoulder blades. You weren’t sure where he learned this technique but he had mastered it. He would start with his right hand, lightly rubbing and warming up the affected area. Then he would increase the pressure with his metal fingers to break up the knots. You expected it to be painful, but it wasn’t. His touch was magic; it melted all your stress away. 

“If you ever want to retire from the Avengers, you’d make an incredible masseuse,” you commented.

He chuckled, “I don’t know about that. I’m only interested in having one client. These hands are all yours.”

“Mmm…” was all you could muster in return. He completed a few more circuits up and down your back and all your knots had disappeared. Bucky laid a hot, damp towel over your back and pressed down a few times.

Just when you thought he was finished, he pulled up the sheet to expose your right leg. He applied more oil and slid his slick hands from your ankle up to your hamstring. He moved back down and focused his attention on your foot. He dug his thumbs into your arches and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeal.

“That tickle?” he smiled.

“Just a little,” you said, holding back your laughter the best you could. Bucky finished on your foot and moved to your calf. Your legs were sore from near constant activity the past few weeks and his magic fingers carefully soothed all your soreness. He continued up your leg to massage your hamstring and repeated the process on your left leg. When he finished, he removed the towel from your back and lifted the sheet up towards your shoulders.

“Flip over for me.”

You followed his direction and he tucked the sheet under your arms, covering your chest. He placed a pillow under your knees and moved back down to your feet, focusing his attention on your quads. You should have realized your arousal sooner. But it wasn’t until Bucky ran his vibranium hand up your leg, stopping just short of your box that you realized you were getting wet. He continued the motion, massaging your quads and gently caressing your inner thighs. You kept waiting for him to progress, to touch you where you so badly wanted to be touched. But he didn’t. You considered grabbing his hand and directing it to your folds, but before you could make a move he shifted his position and was standing near your torso. He took your right arm in his hands and started massaging your forearm and then your bicep. He took your hand and massaged your palm and fingers with his vibranium hand. He moved to the other side of the table and did the same with your left arm. 

When he finished, he carefully placed your arm down at your side and stood at your head. He took your messy bun in his hands and said, “Can I take this out?” You nodded at him and he carefully pulled out your scrunchie, careful not to pull any of your hair. He immersed his fingertips in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp in a circular motion. It felt amazing and you let out a sigh without realizing. He moved his fingers down to the base of your skull and rubbed to alleviate some of the tension.  

Then he moved his skilled fingers to your neck, rubbing small circles down to your shoulders. He ran his hands under your shoulder blades and slowly clawed them out from underneath you. Then his big hands ran down your collarbone toward your chest. He massaged your pecs and slowly moved toward your breasts. You could tell your nipples were getting hard in anticipation and all you wanted was to feel relief. His hands circled your breasts and just when you thought he was going to give in, he pulled away. You let out a deep exhale, wondering how much longer he was going to tease you like this.

He had to know the effect he was having on you. It had to have been intentional. Was he going to make you beg? Did he want you to ask for him? He moved back down toward your feet and pulled the sheet up around your hip. He once again worked his way up your leg, carefully massaging your upper thigh. You almost lost it when his vibranium fingers brushed against your labia. You let out a sharp exhale and said, “Bucky…”

“Oh you like that?” he purrs. “You’ve been so patient for me.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him.

“You want me to keep going?” he asked. All you could do was nod your head. He ran his fingers up and down your entrance before paying special attention to your clit. You inhaled sharply and laid back on the bed as he continued his handy work. You were in a fog of relaxation and pleasure as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your entrance. His bionic fingers knew exactly what they were doing and found your G-spot effortlessly, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm. 

But before you could finish, he withdrew his hand and replaced it with his mouth. He devoured your cunt, lapping up your moisture and regularly swirling his tongue around your clit. By now, your left arm was hooked behind your head and your back was arching, unable to handle any further sensation.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” he whispered, and you immediately unfolded on the table. An unconscious moan left your lips and Bucky re-inserted his fingers into you while continuing to massage your clit with his tongue.

“Oh Buck,” you sighed, coming down from your natural high. Bucky finished up his task and greedily licked his lips, savoring every last drop he could. He collected a damp towel and carefully cleaned you up, treating you like the VIP you were. Once he tossed the used towel aside, you waved him toward you. When he reached your head, you sat up and outstretched an arm toward his face. 

You placed a hand on his jaw and said, “That was incredible. Thank you.” You pulled him close and shared your gratitude with your lips. 

He merely gave you a smile back and said, “Oh it's not over yet.” You cocked your head at him, awaiting further explanation, when he said, “I’m running us a bubble bath.”

[miraeluc]

i loved ur last hcs about sh so much ! if its not too much, can i ask for u to make a 2nd part (?) including shoto & izuku. please, im begging u, ill sell my organs if needed. thank u <3

dearest, from the depth of my heart, i’m offering my sincere apologies, for some stupid reason, i saw your ask a few months ago, prepared the draft and forgot entirely about it. i feel so bad pls don't sell your organs omg i hope this reaches you.

bnha boys finding out about your selfharm

prompt: /

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: mention of bad mental state! (reader); selfharming; some crying; pronouns of reader not mentioned (i think? correct me if i’m wrong pls!)

izuku midoriya

izuku, just like bakugou, was aware that you had been struggling with your mental health

but, obviously, he also was not aware of your self-harm tendencies

to be fair, it wasn't something you struggled with for a long time

only two months, to be exact

the first time you put a blade to your skin was your biggest regret - because although it wasn't pleasureable, it was extremely easy to spiral out of control, doing it nearly every day as if it was routine.

and since it was winter - you didn't worry about hiding it since you could wear long clothes without people questioning it anyway

when izuku found out, he was a mess

it went like this

the both of you were spending a cozy evening together

since everyone in your class was out or with their families, you had the entire living area to yourself

you were sat beside him, scrolling on tiktok and he was doing the same, but on his own phone

after a long while of you guys just silently enjoying eachother's company, he wanted to ask if you were hungry, but since he hadn't spoken in a while his voice cracked while doing so, and you were quick to mock him

long story short, you were now underneath him while he was tickling you.

when you tried to push his hands away, he grabbed your wrist - initially only wanting to stop you, but when you winced, he immediately stopped tickling you and, without thinking, pulled up your sleeve to see if he had hurt you

instead, he was met with the red, angry lines littered across your skin, the wounds not fresh enough to still bleed, but they were obviously still open wounds

you froze in place

he gulped, eyes moving to meet yours before he wordlessly pulled you to sit on his lap, arms wrapping around you and caging you in

"-'s ok. don't feel bad. i'm sorry i didn't realise sooner." he choked out, trying to blink away his tears

you were still frozen in place, thoughts running wild as you tried to gather your words to say something 

“izu.. please- don’t blame yourself for not realising sooner,”

he moved to look at you, teary eyes meeting yours “let’s bandage you up, ok, love?”

before you could react, he already stood - hands steady beneath your thighs, carrying you towards his dorm room, placing you down onto his bed before leaving to grab a first-aid kit from his bathroom

he wordlessly applied aloe vera gel over the more or less still fresh wounds, wrapping bandages around your arm securely before pressing a light kiss on your hand

“we can talk if you want to, but let’s get the food i was talking about earlier, hm?” 

you smiled slightly and nodded

although you still had a long road before you, you felt that a tiny burden had been lifted off your shoulders

you no longer had to fight for happiness all alone, - izuku would be by your side every step of the way, rest assured.

todoroki shouto

although shouto was indifferent, he was not stupid

he didn’t officially know of your battles with mental health, nor did he officially know about your self-harming tendencies, but he picked up the signs.

he didn’t want to confront you about immediately - since he also wasn’t a very open person, he wanted to provide you the space you needed until you were ready to open up and talk about your struggles

in the meantime, he tried his best to subtly ask fuyumi for tips on how to comfort someone when the time came

he did begin to get increasingly worried when he started hearing less and less from you - you often didn’t show up to class, and you never answered texts

todoroki, not being one to pry, tried giving you the space he assumed you needed

he didn’t take it personally - he knew you weren’t doing this on purpose, but he was flooded with worry.

and when he found out you haven’t been leaving your room at all, he decided it was time to react and check on you, even if it meant bothering you

when he stepped into your room, his eyes had to adjust to be able to see in the darkness that immediately engulfed him as the door clicked shut behind him

the air was stale - clothes scattered around the floor. your bed was messy, but you were not to be seen

tentatively he called out your name, switching on the small bedside lamp you had

„y/n?“ as he took in the sight of your room, but his eyes zeroed in on something, an object, on your bedside table

he tried again, blood running cold

„y/n? are you in the bathroom?“

he picked up said object, mindful to not cut himself with the small blade, moving to place it somewhere away from beside your bed - out of sight, in hopes that his heart would slow its racing

„yeah. i’m in here. hold on.“ he heard you groggily call out

his eyes closed in relief at the sound of your voice - having assumed the worst and he sighed shakily, dropping to sit on the edge your bed whilst he waited for you, running a hand through his hair to push it back

when you stepped out of the bathroom, his face understandably dropped

you looked so pale, so defeated

so fragile

he noticed the way you were fidgeting, an arm hidden behind your back - probably the reason he heard you shuffling around your bathroom. maybe in search of something to cover up?

he stood again, slowly approaching you. when you didn’t flinch away, he gently reached up a hand to caress your cheek

„did you bandage yourself up properly?“ he whispered, no hint of judgement in his tone - just worry

and alas, that is all it took for your eyes to brim with tears.

your lower lip shook as you quickly blinked up at him, shaking your head and releasing a heart-shattering sob as your boyfriend engulfed you into his arm - caging you into a protective hug

„it’s okay. will you let me help you?“ he whispered

a/n: hi again - i KNOW i disappeared for like 2 - 3 years but i’m about to finish my drafts and post them out, but i want to announce that requests are temporarily closed as i will no longer be writing about anime characters (unless i get an intense surge of inspiration), but there will be more explaining that in a separate post. for now, enjoy the drafts!

[tiannasfanfic]

Eddie’s Secret Stash

Eddie Munson x Reader (Smut)

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist | AO3 Link |

Summary: When your laptop goes on the fritz, using your boyfriend's computer leads you to finding his porn collection in an unexpected way.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab Reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Modern AU. Smutty but not full smut.

CW: Porn watching; description of porn video (ffm threesome, oral [f and m recieving], p n v sex).

Word Count: 1,628

It all started out with an innocent text to your boyfriend.

Hey babe, my laptop crashed again and I really want to get this story finished. Can I hop on your computer really quick?

Even though Eddie was at work, it didn’t take long for him to text you back.

You don’t ever need to ask me that, sweetheart, feel free to hop on whenever you need to.

Sweet! Thanks baby!

You went to his desk, sat down, and woke up his computer.

After it booted up, you had to text him again.

I kinda need the pin code to unlock it.

Every time you had used his computer before, he was home and it was already unlocked, so you just jumped on and did what you needed to do. Up until now, you didn’t even know he had a pin code on it.

Oh shit! Sorry sweetheart, I forgot. It’s the month and day of your birthday.

That made you melt into a puddle right there at the desk.

Aww, trying to score some brownie points with me?

Maybe…Is it working?

You’ll just have to wait until you get home to find out. ;)

Score!!!

Despite the fact you had been together for a while now, Eddie always acted like a horny teenager whenever you made allusions to having sex with him. And you were just as bad when he did it, even blushing a bit now at his eagerness, so you couldn’t really tease him about it.

You set your phone aside and typed the PIN number into his computer.

As a little turning wheel appeared on the center of the screen to show it was thinking about signing in, you got three texts from Eddie in rapid succession. He only did that when something was urgent or he was excited about something, so you looked at your phone Lock Screen to see what he said.

Wait!

Don’t sign onto my computer yet!

I need to get home first!

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the computer screen change as it finally signed you in and you glanced up from your phone to it.

And then you took a much longer glance.

On the monitor in front of you, paused in mid scene, was the fairly zoomed in image of a hard cock disappearing into the mouth of a woman wearing dark lipstick.

You blinked a few times and stared at the screen for a moment.

As a frequent purveyor of porn yourself, you weren’t upset by what you saw on your boyfriend’s screen. But surprise porn was like surprise alcohol in a drink when you were expecting soda or surprise weed when you were expecting a hand rolled cigarette. It’s always a bit shocking and it takes a moment to recover from. When you did, the corners of your mouth to curve upward in a playful grin.

Now with your original train of thought gone, you were in a playful mood. Your story could wait awhile. The deadline for it wasn’t until two weeks away anyway, you had just wanted to get the first draft done.

Settling back in Eddie’s computer chair, you clicked the space bar to unpause the video.

In this time period, two more texts came in from Eddie. You glanced at your Lock Screen again without opening them.

Sweetheart?

Y/N? Baby??

Eddie seemed uncharacteristically worried, which was a little bit confusing. The two of you had talked about watching porn before, so he should know it wouldn’t bother you. You shrugged and set your phone down, distracted by what was going on in the video.

It was a well-done amateur recording of a two girl, one guy threesome. As the one girl was blowing the guy, she was sitting on the other girls face. The scene stayed like this for just long enough to let you take everything in before the guy was pulling his cock from the girls mouth and then pushing her down so the two girls were in a sixty-nine.

You bit your lip, watching with rapt attention as the guy hopped down from where he had been standing on the bed to position himself behind the girl on top. He then grasped the base of his shaft with one hand, angling it so the girl on the bottom could start sucking on the head. It was a messy angle, soon her lips and cheeks were glistening with saliva from his thrusts into her mouth.

A small warmth began pooling between your legs as you watched the guy pull his cock out of her mouth, angle himself upwards and then sink deep into the cunt of the girl on top.

You had to give it to your boyfriend. He had good taste.

Since you had been striking out lately with your usual porn sites, you began to get curious where Eddie usually found his. You paused the video and minimized the window to find out.

Rather than a website, you were greeted by the file browser on the computer system itself, opened to a folder that was filled with porn. And it was by no means a small collection, it looked like he’d been working on this for years. There were dozens of sub folders and sub sub folders dedicated to specific acts and specific porn stars. Most of the videos were unsorted though, the majority of the files just dumped directly into this main porn folder.

Eddie had sent a few more texts by now, which you had ignored in favor of opening a different video that caught your eye. When it was clear those hadn’t gotten your attention, he was soon calling you instead.

“Edward James Munson!” you said when you answered your phone, making your voice sound stern.

“Sweetheart, I promise, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” you said. “Because what it looks like is that you’ve been holding out on me!”

“I honestly wasn- wait, what?” he said, going from pleading to confused in two seconds.

“Seriously!” you said, exaggerating the tone so it was clearly playful. “You have an impressive collection like this and you don’t even think to share?” You clicked your tongue at him in an admonishing way. “I’m hurt. Truly, I’m hurt.”

There was a long pause from Eddie’s end of the phone.

“I’m…sorry?” he said slowly, nerves and hesitation in his voice, like this was an entirely new situation he found himself. “I…didn’t realize…you’d be interested in…it.”

“Seriously?” you dropped the playful act, now confused yourself. “We’ve talked about our favorite porn stars before, in depth discussions even, and you didn’t think I’d be interested?”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. “In my defense, do you know how many people will say they are fine with porn then freak out if they catch you watching it?”

Now that you thought about it, he had a point. Even you had that issue a few times in the past, either because you watched porn in general or because of what kind you watched.

“All right, fair point,” you said, then switched back to that playfully stern voice. “But that still doesn’t make it okay, mister.”

Now that Eddie knew how you really felt about the whole thing, his tone changed to a playfully apologetic one.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said, then his tone dropped lower. “Let me make it up to you, sweetheart.”

His voice sent pleasurable tingles down your spine.

“And how do you propose you’ll do that?” you said.

While you weren’t really paying too close of attention to the video you selected, focusing on the timber change of your man’s voice instead, what you did pay attention to had you rubbing your thighs together slightly. This one was definitely right up your ally.

“In any way you want me too, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a soft growl that was nearly a purr. “Anything you want me to do to you, I’ll do it with pleasure.”

Being a metal singer, and a damn good one at that, Eddie could do things with his voice outside of music that you previously wouldn’t have thought possible. While you were already getting quite worked up easily enough on your own, he knew just the right inflection to use on each word to make you clench around nothing.

And it also made all rational thought fly from your brain.

You swiveled your gaze up to the ceiling, distracting yourself just enough to pull your brain back from the haze Eddie’s voice was making your brain slip into.

“Gosh, I just don’t know,” you said, tapping your chin with one finger even though Eddie couldn’t see it. “Oh! I know! I could browse through these videos I found and see if those give me any ideas!”

From the other end of the phone, you heard Eddie clear his throat a couple of times. Clearly the idea of you watching porn on his computer derailed his brain a little bit.

“T-That is a good idea,” he said, and you could tell by his voice that you just made him blush, among other things.

“You’re off in about an hour, right?” you asked, and when he made a sound of confirmation, you continued. “I’m sure I will have something fun in mind by then.”

Since it was clear his brain wouldn’t get back on track if the phone call continued, you quickly let him go so he could finish out his workday.

As you settled back into his chair, watching the video, an evil grin came to your face.

If you knew Eddie as well as you were sure you did, this next hour was going to be the longest hour of his life.

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore @bmunson86 @tayhar811

[wooahaes]

strawberry cheesecake

pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.

“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”

You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.

“No clue. Bye, Chris--”

“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”

“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”

Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.

“Is that him?”

“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”

Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”

You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”

“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”

He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.

“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”

You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”

Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”

“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”

“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”

He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”

Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.

“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry. 

“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”

Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.

“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.

“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”

He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”

(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[bbybaku]

Forgive me followers I forgot I had this gem in my drafts. 

This is a GOOD one 

husband shig and some bonkers role play 

warnings (bear with me): lowkey dark content but it will make sense when you read it, husband shig, implied kids, roleplay, alcohol. drugged drink, sir kink, oral (male recieving), begging, dirty talk, vaginal sex, cream pie, breeding kink, baiting, f reader 

2.3k words 

also sorry this one is a little long but prob one of my new favorites 

enjoy ;) 

your husband, tomura, had taken a 4 day weekend off from his desk job and your 2 kids were at their grandparents for the entire weekend. 

the two of you decided to live out a fantasy, roleplay if you will, you had been talking about for a while. 

to go to a bar and pretend to be strangers.

and go home together, of course. 

and have back breaking kinky sex, of course. 

the first night of the long weekend consisted of you getting a hotel room and leaving before tomura got home from work. 

the plan consisted of you two just so happening to be at an upscale club downtown at the same time. and tomura made a rule of no talking about anything real. you had to pretend not to know eachother. 

you sat and waited in the hotel room for what felt like hours, you were so excited you couldnt see straight. you brought that dress he loved and did your makeup in a dark and mysterious way.

it was almost time to leave and your hands were shaking with excitement, right before you left you remembered to take off your wedding ring, you planned on leaving it in the room but you just couldnt bring yourself to do it. you put the band in your purse. 

you loved tomura too much to live without the ring. 

you showed up 15 minutes after. fashionably late. 

you walked in alone and were immeaditly approached by a man wanting to dance, you talked sweetly and flirted while you turned him down, scanning the dark crowded room for him.

there.

in the back corner of the room. agitated. watching you. 

you knew him well enough to know your previous interaction had shigaraki’s blood boiling. 

his hair normally slicked back or put up hair was messy and in his face, he was wearing slacks and a button down, the top few unbuttoned. He was wearing vans and a jacket unzipped. he looked irritated. he was slouching with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a brown drink. 

you made brief eye contact. you wanted to stir the pot a little more before approaching your husband. 

 you looked away first, checking your phone and making your way to the bar. 

and it was pretty easy to get under his skin. 

you didnt have to look to see he had just gotten up and was walking over to you. 

you waited at the bar for a bartender. 

a man stood next to you and offered to buy you a drink. you accepted the drink but declined the strangers advances. 

you took the drink and turned around. finding shigaraki sitting at a both alone. not just looking at you but staring into you. 

you sat across from him in the booth. lighting touching his hand that was resting on the table as you slid in. 

“hi” you said sweetly

“hey” he said with his head slightly lifted, his eyes looking down at you through his pale hair. 

“whats your name?” you couldnt stop yourself form giving him a small smile.

“shigaraki. my friends call me shiggy” 

it was funny to you because you two shared his last name, being married and all. 

“im y/l/n” 

he smirked “and what do you do, y/l/n?” 

you matched his energy “oh you know boring stuff.” you took a long sip of your drink, refusing to break eye contact. “what about you?” 

he scoffed a little. that way he was so good at being annoyed. “oh you know boring stuff” a pause “can i buy you a drink?” 

“sure i would love another one” 

you knew he wanted to skip this part. you knew his balls were aching and that he was beyond ready to be balls deep inside of you. 

you finished your first drink while he was at the bar. you could feel the warmth of the alcohol in your face and between your legs. 

he came back with a small cup of alcohol and juice. he handed it to you and sat down next to you.

“thanks” 

he put a hand on your thigh and whipsered “oh dont thank me yet”  

within seconds of sipping on the drink he brought you you could feel yourself getting tired. the room was getting hazy and something was off. 

this wasnt part of the plan. you looked up at your husband as the room stopped making sense. he winked as he caught your body.

you woke up in a massive bed. in a huge studio apartment with windows overlooking downtown. 

this was not the plan at all. 

it was still night time so you couldnt have slept that long.

“you didnt feel well so i brought you back to my apartment.” 

tomura was really getting into it. 

you were intriuged and your sex was pulsating. 

he stood over you on the bed, jacket off. He looked tired, like he had just carried an unconscious woman back to a secret apartment. 

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. body language expressing his frustration. 

“i also needed to remind you of something”

tomura said as he crawled over to you on the bed.

you stayed where you were sitting as he nuzzled into you.

“you belong to me” he whispered then grabbed you by the upper arm and threw you face down on the bed.

he had taken your shoes off but you were still wearing the dress from earlier. and your wedding ring was back on your finger. 

“ass up” he said as he hiked you dress up and grabbed a handful of your hair.

you expect him to rip your panties off but he didn’t, he pulled them up, and slapped your ass. hard. 

“count”

“tomur- “

“wrong” he said as he slapped the same place as earlier but a lot harder.

“one”

“don’t think i didn’t see you whoring yourself around in that bar”

“t-two”

“you are mine and all mine”

“three”

he used your hair as leverage.

“four”

“to think”

“five”

he grabbed the other side of your ass and played with it before slapping it.

“six”

“that my darling”

“seven”

“would forget who she belongs to?”

“eight”

he leaned over your body

“nine”

tomura licked up your neck then kissed your jaw.

“ten”

tomura let go of your hair and pulled your dress over your head and discarded it on the ground next to the bed.

“and what do you say?”

you gulped. “tomura-“

he lifted your head by your hair and leaned really close to you.

“what did you call me?” you could feel his irritation.

“thank you sir” you said quietly and looking down.

“thats what i thought” he scoffed. 

he unclipped your bra in one swift motion and pushed you back down onto the bed.

once again you expected him to take your underwear off but he didn’t.

tomura snaked between your legs. 

“do i have your permission, darling?” he asked

you nodded but he motioned like he couldnt hear you.

“what was that? im sorry I cant hear you.” 

“yes, yes you have my permission” you were babbling.

“your permission to do what darling?” 

“im -um. fuck me?” 

he slapped your ass “watch your profanity” he leaned closer to your ear and whispered “youre going to have to beg a little more than that and you know it.” 

your sex was pulsating and you craved your husband. 

you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything. 

he lifted your thighs so his arms were under them but resting on your hips.  

“please to-” you stopped yourself. he glanced you looking displeased. 

“please sir please touch me ill do anything”  you corrected yourself.

he grunted as he got up.

“anything?” he questioned. 

you were beginning to understand why you were still wearing your underwear.  

“will you sit on the floor and suck on my big cock?” 

you grinned, “make me” 

tomura turned around slowly. 

“do you want to say that again?”

your smile grew bigger. “you heard me tomura, i said make me,”

before you could blink your wrists were bound by his belt behind your back and you were on your knees staring at his beautiful and very hard cock. 

he was leaking precum and you didnt have to be told twice to lick it up but that wasnt on the menu at that moment. 

you held out, being stuborn and bratty, waiting for him to make the first move. 

and he did.

tomura slapped you in the face “suck on it, slut��� 

you closed your eyes, licked up his shaft, and took the tip in your mouth. 

you bobbed your head up and went further down with each bob, he was longer than he looked. 

if your hands werent bound you would spit in your palm when you came up for air and start pumping his base, but that wasnt an option. 

each time you came back up you would give special attention to the tip, just as he liked it. 

at first tomura sat on the bed and leaned back as you went up and down and up and down his shaft. 

between whimpers tomura said “its nice to see my whore wife finally remember who she belongs to.” 

he had one hand in your hair directing you and the other to lean back on the bed. 

you used teeth after his comment. 

he pulled your head back and sat up, using his free hand to hold your face forcing you to look at him. 

“i didnt want to drug you but i had to. i had to teach you a lesson. would you rather those fucking perverted men drug you or me? huh? i know you would rather me fuck you raw on this bed right now than either of those fuck faces at the bar huh” 

“uh-huh” 

“thats what i thought, get on the bed.” 

finally. you had been waiting all night. 

he took his pants off and unbuttoned his shirt but didnt take it all the way off. you loved his body. He was muscular but only under his cloths, he normally looked slouchy and scrawny. meaning you were the only person who got to see him like this. 

you lay with your legs spread open for him. your head propped up with pillows and your hands still tied behind your back. 

tomura crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees between your legs. 

his two fingers slid up and down you soaked folds. 

“all this for me? im flattered” 

he inserted his two fingers to your pleading hole. 

he took the fingers out and put them in his mouth. rolling his eyes back as he slowly pulled them out of his mouth. 

he smirked as he fingered you a little more slowly, then quickly, then slowly but with a third finger. 

then finally he pulled out his cock. still red and angry from when you were sucking on it just a minute ago. 

and he plunged it inside of you. 

luckily you were plenty stretched out from his fingers because he wasted no time in bottoming out and finding his pace. 

one of your legs over his shoulder and both of his hands on your his as leverage as he fucked you into the mattress without mercy. 

he head back in ecstasy, hair covering his eyes. you could have come just from the sight of it. 

you grabbed his fore arm, he looked down at you through his hair. he was glistening with sweat and looked at you a little confused.  

you pulled him down, him releasing the leg that was formally on his shoulder. 

his thrusts slowed as moved to get on top of you. 

you stated sucking a hickey on his neck, he huffed and grabbed a handful of your hair. 

“stop i have work” he said through grunts and whimpers. 

despite his comment he found where your neck and shoulder met and dug his teeth in. 

actually biting you. 

you moaned into his hair. heh hummed in satisfaction while he moved to suck on your breasts. 

one hand squeeing the right while he sucked on it and the other circling your nipple. occasionally pinching it. 

all while he would ppound into your soaking wet entrance and then slowly pull out. 

each thrust making squelching noises from your pleasure. 

he released your tit with a pop from sucking on it and looked you in the eyes through his hair. 

“im gonna cum in you. and were going to have a third. i need to see you pregnant again. full of my kids.” 

he licked up your chest and getting closer to you. he pushed your hair out of your face and reiterated: 

“you are going to be so fucking pregnant all the time. and everyone who sees you will know that i fucked your raw and i came inside of you. and that you are mine. you will have all of my kids” he moaned “youre my wife and the mother to all of my kids” 

he grunted. you squeezed around him, excited at the thought. 

he thrusts grew less organized and tomura furrowed his brow. 

he stared whimpering “ung im close” he ran a hand through his hair “beg for it” 

he didnt have to ask you twice.

you leaned up on your elbows and held his hand. 

“please, theres noting i want more than your cum to fill me up. i long for being full and everyone knowing who i belong to” 

one final thrust and you felt his cum fill you up. 

he ran a hand through his hair. “im not moving for at least 15 minutes the cum has to stay in. 

[marvelnatswhore]

🌧️ with wandanat pleaseeee?

Rainy days ~ drabble asks

wanda x nat x reader~ rainy day things

no warnings x

a/n: hopefully you don't mind that this is wandanat x reader i just realised you meant WandaxNat :') also sorry I forgot this was in my drafts

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Your Sunday morning started out cold.

Rain rippled down your windows in varying streaks, the sound of it pouring down echoed throughout your home as if it was reminding you of its presence.

With the rain came the cold, and a chill settled over you. Even buried under your piles of blankets it still seemed to find you.

You shut your eyes listening to it for awhile, something about it was almost comforting and you tucked yourself further under the covers, between the two warm bodies that wrapped around you.

"Cold, detka?" Wanda whispered through a yawn, feeling you nuzzle closer into her neck.

"Very." You hummed, squinting at the clock on your wall that read 10:26am.

You were glad you didn't have work today. Mostly glad you wouldn't have to brave the storm currently descending upon your garden, but also grateful for the lazy mornings like this. staying wrapped in the warmth of your girlfriends with nothing to think about except the moment you're in.

You stayed like that for most of the morning, laying together, whispering about nothing and everything, almost falling back asleep as Natasha mindlessly braided a strand of your hair.

As much as you would happily spend your day in bed with them, you eventually left the comfort of your bed, slipping into your fluffy clothes and socks to join your girlfriends.

Wanda sat huddled in the corner of your couch with a book in her hands, and what you were sure was Natasha's jumper wrapped around her. Natasha hummed something familiar, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards in search of marshmallows to add to three mugs of hot coco resting on the bench.

You made your way over to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder.

"Yes, moya lyubov?" Natasha asked,

"Nothing." You whispered, watching her add a few marshmallows into each mug.

"Want some?" She said, holding up a warm mug to you. You released her from your arms, happily taking the mug and breathing in the sweet scent. "Thanks, natty." You quickly kissed her cheek, taking a sip of the beverage and holding it near your face to appreciate the warmth it gave off.

You soon joined Wanda on the couch, and she offered you a portion of her blanket as you snuggled yourself in between her arms. Natasha sat beside you, leaning across your lap to pass Wanda her mug.

"So what are we watching, baby?" Nat said, smoothing your stray hair back.

"How about a movie?" Wanda said taking a sip of her drink.

"Anything." You said, holding back a yawn.

"Don't think Netflix has that one out yet." Natasha said, making Wanda laugh.

"Oo a disney?" You said, and your eyes lit up.

Natasha agreed, scrolling through disney-plus until she reached your decided film and the music began as Zootopia started playing. You lay back against the warm bodies beside you, feeling somewhat envious you couldn't stay in the moment forever.

[lohotine]

Can you please make one Prune x Reader where the reader arrives to Prune's house with injuries and wet because it was raining and he got into a fight because some other cookies said negative stuff about Prune, and so Prune takes care of him with warmth, bandages, cuddles and kisses?

(by the way I love the way You write ✨^^)

AN: Sorry for taking so long on this one. I wrote a draft earlier and then forgot to save it. Also, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my works, and I hope you enjoy this one as well!

Prune Juice x Injured! Male! Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: mention of injury

-For You-

A cold rain trickles down your face, and your arms sting from multiple scratches and bruises. Maybe getting into a fight with those students was a bad idea after all....

Though...

They really did have it coming.

You had already warned them beforehand to shut up. You told them what you would do if they continued to spout those lies about your beloved.

But they continued anyway, so it really wasn't your fault.

Ah, but now you were standing outside of Prune Juice's door.

A few days earlier, you agreed to hang out at his place. You weren't going to bail just because of some rain and injuries. Hopefully he won't be too upset with your current predicament.

Reluctantly, you knocked on the door to his house. Knock Knock.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open, and for Prune Juice to look at you with concern.

"I thought you would've cancled today because of the rain-" he said in astonish.

"It's just water," you'd respond.

Prune Juice quickly invited you in, and it was only then that he noticed the multiple wounds on your body.

"Ack- what happened to you-" Prune Juice asked frantically, checking some of your injuries.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. Don't worry about it," you told him.

"Not a big deal? This is a very big deal!" He grabbed your arm and quickly brought you into the bathroom. He started to dig through a few cabinets, collecting some spare medical supplies that he had lying around.

Meanwhile, you just sat in the corner, with your knees tucked into you chest.

"Darling, can I see that one on your arm?" he asked you, to which you immediately complied.

He spent a while carefully disinfecting it, making sure that you wouldn't get too hurt in the process. I guess it would have been expected, but he was very diligent and precise in his work.

"So, care to tell me how these injuries came to be?" he asked you while starting to wrap some bandages around your arm.

"They had it coming. I told then to stop talking about you when they clearly had no idea what they were talking about. I did warn them, but they didn't listen. They were asking for it," you told him.

Prune Juice sighs. "For just a little while... won't you try to stay out of trouble?" He asked you, gazing into your eyes.

"Ill try, for you."

Prune Juice smiles and continues to tend to your wounds.

Both of you fill the silence with some mindless chatter, laughing on occasion until Prune Juice finally finished.

"All right, that should do it!" He returned all of the supplies to their rightful positions before looking back at you.

"And now... why don't we cuddle? I've missed you~" he would say while cupping your face.

You nod your head and he brings you to the couch.

A movie is turned on, and the rest of the day is spent recovering or doing small, easy activities.

And anytime you say that something hurts, Prune Juice offers to kiss you to make it feel better.

《☆》 Fin

[arcsimper5]

Hey sweetie 😘

I'd like to request a ficlet for your follower celebration!!!

I accidently left the post in my drafts and forgot about it. I'm so sorry 😅

May I request a Fives x Fem!Reader with Prompt #10: "I'd thought I'd lost you"? I'm feeling a little angsty. Write whatever your heart comes up with!

Please and thank you 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Hey! omg I'd love to! Thank you so much for this request! I hope it is what you are looking for!

Fives x Fem!Reader Rating: U (mild swearing) Angst with lots of fluff and Fives being very worried!

Five's mind was racing. Even though he was on the way back from the, thankfully short, mission on Cato Neimoidia, he was a bundle of nerves.

He had been since the news of the explosion at the Jedi Temple.

Unable to contact General Skywalker or Commander Tano for any updates, he'd thrown himself into battle, earning himself a new scar on his neck and the ire of Rex, the Captain eventually pulling Fives from the frontlines and ordering him to cover their flank. It was too dangerous to have him out there in his state.

He couldn't focus, couldn't think of anything other than you. Your comm had remained unanswered since the blast, Five's stomach churning at the thought you might have been caught up in it.

You'd been assigned a new group of trainees only last week, the pride in your voice at being able to mentor the newest batch almost palpable during your last holo.

Promises of dinners, of trips out and of nights in had passed between the two of you before Fives had been called away to rejoin with the 501st for the next few missions.

It was only two days later the blast happened.

Approaching Coruscant airspace, Fives knee bounced impatiently as he sat with his elbows on his thighs, hands clenched together under his chin.

So many thoughts clouded his mind, he didn't even notice Tup approaching him until he was stood right beside him, the ARC cursing softly and jumping.

"Maker, Tup, wear a bell or something," he snapped, the look on the younger trooper's face enough to chatise him without words. Sighing heavily and sitting up straight, wincing at the protesting muscles in his back, Fives sighed and shook his head, offering Tup an apologetic look. "I'm... I'm sorry, Tup'ika. I'm just... worried," he admitted, fighting the stinging in his eyes.

He wouldn't believe you were dead. He couldn't. There was no losing you. If he did...

"She's probably in med bay," Tup offered quietly, cautiously taking a seat next to Fives, one hand resting on his shoulder, "you know how the medics are about comms there."

Fives nodded for a moment before his breath caught, the cracks in the dam holding his emotions beginning to widen.

"But... what if she's not?" he asked desperately, ignoring the way his chest felt like it was being torn apart from the inside. "What if... what if she was one of the... if she was caught up in the blast? I..."

Images of your beautiful face, too still, too pale, blood haloed around your head swam through his mind.

He paused for a moment, trying to drag his composure back into place, even as tears slid down his face.

"I can't lose her... outside of you and my vode... she's... she's the reason I keep fighting. To end this war... so I can have a life with her... have a family... I..."

Tup leant forward and pressed his forehead to Fives. trying to convey comfort through the simple action as the ARC cried silent tears, mourning a life he might never see.

"She'll be fine," Tup murmured gently, nudging Five's knee with his own. "You'll see. I can feel it."

Fives almost let out a snort of laughter, blinking away the tears long enough to fix Tup with an incredulous look.

"You've been hanging around the Jetti too much, Tup'ika."

The younger clone simply smiled as he pulled away, the alarms signalling their docking approach sounding throughout the ship.

Gathering his things, Fives bid a quick goodbye to Rex and his vode, heading straight for the exit ramp.

Plans for their arrival were already running through his mind; he would go to the medbay first, the one on the top level. It would make sense if you were there. If not, then he'd...

All of his planning stopped dead when the ramp descended and he caught sight of you, smiling weakly, leaning on crutches with bandages around one leg and your chest.

The air was torn from his lungs when his brain finally caught up, dropping his bags on the spot and rushing over to your, hands fluttering over every inch of your body, as if checking it was all still there.

"M-Mesh'la," Fives sobbed, all pretense of holding back emotion gone. You were here... you were alive... "I... I thought I'd lost you..."

His hands were clutching at your clothes tightly now, Rex ushering his vode away as they descended behind him, Tup watching on as Fives pressed his face into your neck.

You raised your hands, gently cording them through Five's hair, holding him close as you relished his presence, his warmth, his scent.

"It was close," you chuckled softly, trying not to laugh at the disapproving grunt Fives let out, "but we made it out okay. We were leaving for lunch when..."

"Never, ever do that to me again," Fives demanded as he pulled back, eyes swollen with tears, cheeks shining. Even with his sternest look in place, you struggled not to giggle.

"Do what? Get caught up in a terrorist attack? I'll make sure to add it to my daily to-do," you teased, Fives fighting his own grin.

"Fuck, mesh'la," he breathed, ignoring the world around him as he pressed his lips against yours, pure relief flowing through him, "I was so scared..."

"Hey," you called gently, stroking his hair, pulling his eyes back up to yours, "we're here. We're together, and we're safe. That's all that matters right now."

Fives could only nod as he kissed you again, hands holding you close. You'd be okay together, he knew it. You were okay.

@the-bad-batch-baroness

I hope this is okay! <3

[anothersoulless]

Red Windows {Cloud Strife x Reader}

I've been gone for a long while working on like, 10 different drafts on and off while also managing life (it's stressful rn, ngl) but let's get to a different thing I wanted to do (so I have more stuff to work on :3)

Considering Spotify wrapped was released a bit ago, I will work on OneShots based on my wrapped, they're gonna be smaller though, since I'm trying to rekindle my passion for writing. Also, of course, I keep my right to skip any song, the only songs I 100% will do are song in my top 5, also song I already based a OneShot off do not get a second one unless i want to. Anyways, I know I ALREADY wrote something with this song, but I'm gonna be honest... I hate it. So let's change that! (this one is a lot better but I still don't like it, anywho)

First up:

The music in the club was loud, nearly deafening as you sat down near the bar, your drink right in front of you. The main lights were dimmed, wildly coloured spotlights roaming on an automated path through the room, some device near the ceiling creating a colour-changing star pattern on the floor. There was a dance floor at the farthest wall, even though most people just danced wherever they wanted to. The barkeeper was rushing around behind the bar, due to some misfortune, all alone this evening.

Taking another sip of your drink, you watched the crowd. It all seemed to blur together, like it was all distant, until you looked back at your drink, the liquid a light blue hue due to whatever juice the mocktail was mixed with. Some people were obviously singing along with the music, their voice drowned out by the bass running through you body, shaking the floor and glasses. Watching over the crowd, your eye got caught on multiple couples, some just looking great, some dancing in a ridiculous manner, others getting a tad bit too handsy. Adverting your gaze again, you downed your drink, ready to leave. It hadn't even been your idea to come here, and yet he was the one who was late.

You made your way to the barkeeper, sliding the money over you owed them, some additional dollars added, as you left. You bid the guard near the exit goodbye, wishing him a good day and leaving the estate, going up the stairs to ground level. Immediately, there was a big commotion, two people arguing about something. It was definitely the guy who checked everyone and gave them the bracelet, arguing with someone about their ID. You pulled out your phone, while walking up, already pulling up the chat with your date, writing only a meager "I'm leaving, thanks for the heads-up" and sending it. You pocketed your phone and looked towards the commotion, stopping dead in your tracks.

"Please, I swear I'm 18, how else would I have a Tattoo? I really just forgot my ID, doesn't my driver's license prove enough?!" But the Guard was unyielding, despite his logic being flawed, still denying the blonde entry. The blonde with the unique hairstyle and the striking outfit you had been looking out for all night. A blonde with a tattoo on his lower arm. It were too many similarities to be a coincidence, especially after he begged to just talk to his date waiting inside, since his phone died. You went up to him then, tapping him on the shoulder. "Cloud?" The blonde turned around, dressed in a loose, white button-up without a tie, a bit messy on his figure, yet still charming, paired with grey dress pants and black dress shoes.

He was confused, not immediately recognizing you, taking a few seconds to register. "I'm sorry, I swear I would have been here on time, but I was in such a rush I forgot my ID at home and-" you smiled, stopping him with a hand hold up "I heard, it's okay. Let's just do this another day" Cloud seemed a bit defeated, before he perked up. "Wait, uh- I... I know a place we could go, if.. if you still want to?" You blinked a few times, debating. "Sure, are you driving?" He nodded, leading you to his vehicle. You didn't know what you expected, maybe something like a car, definitely not a motorbike, though. With a bit of help from him, you got on, before he gave you a spare helmet and his riding jacket, which you happily accepted. You could tell he was a lot more careful when riding, a lot more tense. Maybe he didn't want to scare you? It was kind of cute really. And your hands felt warm thanks to his body heat, which made you wonder just how warm he was when he wasn't subjected to cold evening air. Shrugging that thought aside was probably a bad idea, considering you could just feel his muscles under the shirt, now the only thing your mind focused on. They weren't rock-hard, still a bit squishy and you hoped to god he hadn't noticed when your fingers dug into his flesh a bit, or, if he noticed, that he thought it was because of the motorcycle.

The Place you two ended up at looked nothing like the club he had chosen originally. It was a bit run down, made of wood and looked a bit messy with the string lights and the huge sign reading Seventh Heaven. Cloud let you get off the bike first, then parked it and turned to you with an apologetic look. "I know it's nothing like we planned and definitely not what you thought, if you want to leave-" you smiled and cut into his words. "It's okay, it doesn't matter where we eat or drink, we wanted to get to know each other, one as long as it's good i don't mind." He smiled. "It's the best, even if it looks a bit sketchy" You gave him back his Jacket and he packed away everything, before offering you his arm. You took his hand and he led the way, up the stairs and through the double doors. There was a woman behind the counter, gorgeous, and she already looked tough from a bit away. She looked up and surprise crossed her face. "Cloud?" She then looked at you, and before she even asked who you were she seemed to already know, instead asking what had happened for you two to end up here instead of the 'fancy' place that was the original plan.

The bar was empty, but it looked clean and lived in, loved even. Cloud didn't hesitate, striding to the counter and sitting down after you. He let you introduce each other, before he explained that she was a childhood friend who had already helped him many times in various situations. She was nice, saying she'd even give you two something to eat, as you and Cloud started your date. "So, childhood friends?" He nodded simply. "Yeah. Tifa and I have been... Through a lot of complicated-" he paused, for a minute. "It's not like we even dated, god no" he blushed at that thought. Embarrassed. "It's just a lot of complicated things we've experienced together." You smiled cheekily, sipping on the drink in front of you, shimmering just as blue as Cloud's eyes and resting you head on you hand, before you teased "So she's no one I should worry about?"

He sputtered, nearly choking on his drink, as he rushed to reassure you, while you simply chuckled. "Don't worry, I know how it is. It's good to have such a close friend, really." Your date smiled then, a small smile but it was there. "Yeah. I don't have many friends, admittedly. You don't really make a lot of friends when you have my last and my job and... Well, I've been alone a lot. Tifa was there when I needed her and I got some real good friends afterwards as well. They're good friends, all of them"

Cloud was always very vague about his job and past, but you didn't mind. It was not your place to pry. Not yet, anyways. Maybe someday... You looked at his glass, the drink a ruby red, so clear and vibrant it nearly looked like it was a crystal itself. "So, I know people always wonder, so, did you already have a girlfriend?" He pondered. "I wouldn't call her that. She was a very close friend but it was never more, even if the lines blurred sometimes." There was another faint blush. God, you just loved the way his cheek turned a light pink. "We're still close friends. You'll probably meet her some day."

You chuckled then, "Some day, huh? Looking to repeat today even before it got really started?" His cheeks turned even brighter, and he stammered a bit, definitely flustered beyond compare now. "It's not- I- I didn't mean that, it just slipped out." You laughed, and patted him on the arm. "Think about what you say better, next time" Next time. Some day. A promise of another meeting. Even if he failed to meet you on time. Even if it wasn't the best date ever or ideal or anything like it, you got to know him well. Probably even better than you would originally have, and there was just something about him. Those really bright blue eyes and the blonde hair and the soft, light paper skin had caught your attention. Paired with his tougher build, you didn't know what to expect, but he was a perfect mix of both.

"I have dated a few before. The best relationship I had was probably with a girl from a different neighbourhood, a poor one. My parents didn't approve, but she was the sweetest girl ever." You explained. "We broke it off because we realised we didn't click like that, and we stayed friends as well." His eyes rested on you, studying you. You looked back at him and smiled sweetly. "You know, every time I look at you, I have one thought in mind: pretty. How can you actually be so beautiful?" He blushed at your words, scrambling for words yet again and looking away. "It's weird how you can't handle compliments. Surely, you must have gotten these a few times, no?" He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I just... Never cared about the person saying it." "Awe, so you care about me already? It's our first date, and you're already falling for me."

In a flurry of braveness, he looked you dead in the eyes, "what if I am?" Dear Lord, you nearly felt your soul leave your body, this man had really no idea what he was doing, nearly killing you like that. You stayed silent, air whipped out of your lungs and thoughts racing through your brain, too fast to grasp. And then a whisper: "That wouldn't be a bad thing" Both of you blushed, and the evening went on. A small homely meal later, a few drinks in your system, your arm religiously brushed against his, your shoe bumping against his chair more often than before, sitting closer together now as well. You laughed and you ate and you drank. Then he had to stop, still wanting to be able to drive home. You decided to call it a night, a sense of uncertainty washing over you two.

You didn't want to push it. It had been a really fun night. He fumbled nearly every step along the way, but still managed to make it even better than expected. When you went to the bathroom, you took a pen and a piece of a bill that you left in your pocket and scribbled down your number on it, folding it. Considering he hadn't asked for your number and simply did everything via the app you two met over, you figured maybe this would push him in the right direction without pushing too far.

You returned to the counter, tapping Cloud on the shoulder. "We should probably call it a night. I have to work tomorrow, and you can't drink anymore because you need to drive, so I'd say this is a fairly good place to stop." He looked at you, from his sitting position, for a second, before he stood up. "Yeah, you're probably right. Do you want me to drive you home, or is that too soon?" You shook your head. "A little bit too soon, Cloud." You bid your goodbye to Tifa before returning to Clouds bike. "Don't worry about me getting home. I'll have a friend pick me up in a few minutes. On another note... I really had fun tonight. Somehow, even when it first looked like you had just ditched me, you made it... Probably my best date ever. Thank you for that. You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, and handed him the paper.

"Call me if you want it throw it away if you don't. I hope I'll see you again?" He smiled again then, leaning down a bit. Your faces were so goddamn close, mouths nearly touching. "You definitely will" and then he kissed your forehead and smiled as he drove off. You look back at the bar. Tifa standing in the double doors and shaking her head, smiling. He still had to work on some of his etiquette, but he was doing really well. And you? You simply smiled, a giddy feeling in your chest, while the corners of your mouth refused to lower even an inch.

[writings-ofthe-heart]

hello! may i request something where the reader is stargazing with ghost & they accidentally knock the telescope off the roof ?!

the way. i forgot. to save my draft and i was halfway finished. sorry this took a while anon, technical difficulties!!! thank you for requesting!! :3 xx

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (GN)

Reader decides to surprise Simon with a special date night but.. wait, oops, they might've ruined it.

or

Simon had been with his partner for almost two years now. He never realized how romantic they could be, or how clumsy they could be.

˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗

TW? ; None, just fluff

Side notes ; No use of y/n, this isn't wattpad, no beta we die like men, use of 'you' in place of y/n

You were never quite the romantic type but today was special. It was your anniversary with Simon! After two years together, through thick and thin, you thought you might put in some extra effort tonight. It was all planned out in a grand scheme, starting with subtle hints.

"Si," You began, leaning on his shoulder as he was busy with paperwork.

"Yes?" He replied, Simon's mind went on autopilot whenever he did paperwork, so you made sure to get his attention by rubbing your cheek on his scruff for a couple seconds. When his blue eyes flickered to you, a ghost of a smile on his face, you knew.

"What's your opinion on stars?"

He looked back down to the stack of papers. "They're.. ok, I guess."

It was the perfect guise, Simon knew you liked to ask him random questions, out of the blue, when he asked you why, you would always just respond with, "'Cause it's fun."

You rolled your eyes at his uncertainty. "Just ok?"

"Yes, just ok."

With a deep, dramatic sigh, you stood. "Ok.. well remember our plan tonight! We're gonna go out on a drive. Dress nice and warm."

Simon shook his head at that.

The hours flew by and by the time the sun had began to fall, sweat was running down your face. Preparing everything had really been exhausting. The telescope had been stowed away but the most work was making the food. They were just snacks but you wanted them to look pretty. It didn't help that the house's AC broke.

Realizing the time, you put away the rest of the food in the basket and carried it to the front door. Running upstairs, you almost tripped on the stairs. A yelp of surprise made it's way to Simon and he got up, shouting out.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yes!! I'm fine!" With your reassured response, he promptly sat down and continued working.

You sighed, relieved. This day can't be ruined. As soon as you reached the room, you were hurriedly changing into the formal attire you had chosen.

When you finish, you walked down the stairs, shouting out, "Simon! Go get ready!"

He grunted in response, setting his pen down. Although his face didn't show it, he was a bit excited to see what you had planned.

You grinned, standing outside the house with everything packed up and ready to leave. Simon walked out of the house, quickly locking the door before turning to you with a ghost of a smile on his stubbled face.

"Ready to go, love?"

"Of course." You replied, heat rising to your cheeks. With that, you both got into the car and without more than a few words on how to get to the destination, he drove off. It took nearly an hour to which he began to ask, "How far away is this thing?"

"Not much longer, hun."

Once you had arrived, his breath was taken. The sun had fully set, a shade of purple filling the sky. You laughed softly, "Just wait, it gets better, come with me."

He grumbled something about how 'it's alright, I'm not impressed or whatever,' under his breath as he took your hand. You had reached a stray building, basically crumbling on the sides. It was very old, and Simon seemed a little shocked on how you even found this. So you explained after a couple raised eyebrows and inspecting the cracked, moss ridden walls.

"Well, me and my friends in college did this trip, we passed by here but everyone was curious about this building, it was in better condition back then, of course, but still. The view from the roof is probably the best thing I've ever seen."

He nodded, keeping quiet as you rambled, his heart expanding at the sound of your voice, the tone of remembrance. This while, walking up many flights of stairs. By the time you had arrived at the top, you were out of breath, a little giggly.

"... Ah.." You sighed, "They were really good friends, I miss them sometimes, but the life I chose is really good as well." Eyes stared up at Simon, love filling your chest. He only stared back, smiling softly.

"Well, let's go then, don't you have a surprise and what not?"

You broke the eye contact, nodding and opening the door. Quickly covering Simon's eyes, you chuckled. "Ok, let me set it up first then." He nodded.

"Do your thing, lovie."

It took about 25 minutes, to set up the blanket and food. Everything was going according to plan, the layout looked pleasant and wasn't cluttered. With a soft smile, you began to unpack the telescope. Simon groaned softly, "Are you still working on it?"

"Yes, just give me a few minutes, I'm almost done."

To that, he only could shake his head, exasperated.

Nearly finished, you put the telescope on the edge, and as you fished out the lens, you heard a 'woosh'

Crack! The sound echoed and you shrieked. "No! You've got to be kidding me." Already near tears, Simon uncovered his eyes scrambling to you. He dragged you away from looking over the edge.

"No,no,no, Simon! That was the whole point of this date! Oh my god, it was so expensive too and now we can't even look at the stars I didn't even bring my binoculars either aw fuck i'm so sorry hun I didn't mean-"

Simon put a finger on your lips. "Darling, listen," He wiped the stray tears from your face. "It's okay. Don't even worry about that. I'll replace it later, we'll see what happened to it after. You worked too damn hard on this for the night to be lost." Simon held you close, kissing the crown of your head.

"Are you sure? What are we even going to do?" You whimpered quietly.

"We can still see the stars, right?" He whispered, "Whatever we do, I'm just glad we're together."

Simon led you to sit down on the blanket, sharing the food you had made. The night was filled with laughs and soft kisses, promises made to fix the telescope and all in all, you enjoyed it.

When the sun began to rise, you and Simon had already taken everything and stashed it away, now you were just staring at the telescope. Its mirrors had all been shattered, the legs were contorted. It was just a big mess, your heart broke a little for it. Simon wrapped an arm around you, shaking you.

"It'll be alright. I told you I'll replace it."

You only nodded. And within a week, a brand new telescope appeared in your room.

[anulithots]

The Rose. Episode 5 - "Gone"

Trigger warnings for blood and sickness.

Welcome to the finale everyone <3. I hope you like Rose and how this ends, because guess what? Fae makes a cameo in the next houseplant series (Prayer Plant)!

Also also, I like the idea of beings who don't have "aha moments" and are suddenly... okay. Because growth is not a linear process, and there isn't a set rule as what counts as "better" or not. So Rose isn't suddenly amazing now but fae is getting better.

Maidoe is a reoccurring character btw <3 Fae is supposed to be a master navigator in Trinity Hollow, and for context, most fairies never leave their tree's side. So Maidoe is.... a bit famous around there. Fae also has this uncanny knack for telling the future, for better or worse.

A tumblr houseplant story from @briarborealisart

The info post is here

Episode one - "Thorns"

Episode two - "Maidoe"

Episode three- "Petals"

Episode four - "Wild"

Note - this is still a first draft, any feedback would be much appreciated. Especially for this one, this is a super interesting concept to explore, but my brain found it so difficult, and comments on if I got to the core of this would be appreciated. <3

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Maidoe lost leaves.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fae didn't have much to begin with. White sap fell off the wounds in droplets. Puddles had stains on faer hands from wiping it away. Maidoe - silly, observant, practical Maidoe - was reduced to a mumbling heap of little leaves beside a bare tree.

Rose. Tried. Everything.

Fae told Maidoe about all the wild ways: too much water absorption, not enough microbes, leaf angling, and Maidoe always slept during prime evening and morning sun hours. Rose was gentle & soft. Fae sat beside Maidoe and told faer everything... but all fae would do was nod. Nod and never change.

Puddles told fair that Maidoe was going through a 'rough patch' and needed utmost care. So Rose sat with Maidoe, measured faer words and made sure to never poke Maidoe with faer thorns.

Rose wondered if Puddles helped more. Puddles gave nowhere near as helpful advice - 'take it slow' fae said.... that was so general and not conducive to a speedy recovery - but Maidoe always smiled more and gave Puddles hugs. Fae never listened to Rose's advice. Puddles said Rose's instructions were "too much" to deal with while Maidoe was in pain. Rose didn't understand. faer advice would bring less pain. Why didn't they see that?

Perhaps it was the hugs.

Maidoe left the next day, white splotches over faer skin where the surprise hug punctured.

Rose had faer own matching splotches, all over faer thorns.

For a precious moment, fae forgot fae had them. But fae wouldn't forget again. If Rose had been more stern- more faerself - thorns & all, then Maidoe wouldn't have left. Simple as that.

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Puddle's leaves drooped, darkening.

Rose bit faer tongue. Fae shouldn't say it unless Puddles asked. It would hurt Puddles more, but how could fae let it get that bad? It was probably just a wind issue - the indoor winds always smelled weird. It was such an easy fix -

"Maidoe's tree is doing better"

Rose glanced over, it had gotten bushier - full of sprouts and leaves.

Rose nodded. "Fae had to get rid of the dead ones and let faer tree get sun, simple changes."

"Not to Maidoe."

Rose blinked. Right. Fae had already poked the others, already caused damage. How could fae fix that?

" ... Sorry"

"Sorry? Who are you and what have you done with Rose?"

"Oh don't be fooled, we are still having our debates."

"For sure."

Puddles fluffed faer leaves. a few fell. Rose grimaced. Wait, wait... if it gets any worse, fae would tell faer anyways.

Puddles sighed. "Do you have 'simple fixes' for these?"

"YES. It's a wind issue, your leaves are delicate-"

"Without the insults."

"Insults?"

"No one likes being insulted Rose, they want to know what they are doing right, THEN give advice."

Rose flicked faer ears. "Sooo... You did a very good job at - at -"

"It's that hard?"

"You're great at resting."

"Wow. Thanks."

"Love the sarcasm. But... really, both you and Maidoe let yourselves rest, maybe at the wrong times, but still... that's a good thing."

Puddles hummed. "Thank you. You should also try it."

"... Can I give you advice now?"

"Hold on... you need advice first."

"Me? Oh.. Ok-okay."

"Maidoe didn't leave because of you."

Rose blinked. "Wha - where did that come from?"

"You've been twisting your claws since you've gotten here."

Rose scowled at faer claws for their betrayal." That does not immediately mean that I think- I think... Maidoe left..."

Rose swallowed. Silly tears. Silly, silly tears that come for the smallest of things.

Puddles tapped Rose's snout in a supportive 'bop'. "Maidoe left because fae was losing faer leaves & wanted to see if there was more to the world."

"But... faer scars."

"I think Fae's quite proud of them actually"

"Oh."

"And fae wanted to see how great the wild actually was."

"It is great."

"I know Rose."

"Why didn't fae tell me.... before fae left?"

"You would make faer stay, say something like 'it isn't conducive for your health'"

"It wasn't conducive for faer health"

".... Faer tree is all bushy now. If we see faer again, I'll ask faer if fae has been a pollywiggin this whole time."

"I doubt that."

".... we'll have a debate on it later."

"For sure... and... Puddles?"

"Yes?"

"Tha- Thank you."

"Of course, Rose."

".... Now can I give you advice?"

Puddles laughed. "Of course, Rose."

Rose smiled. Fae didn't have to hide faer thorns, but fae shouldn't poke others with them either.

They wanted to be cared for - like faer bloom - that's why they never listened.

And Rose? Rose would work on listening too.

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That's the end <3

I hope you all like Rose's story. This houseplant series gives me so much joy, especially since I seem to be in a bit of a spiral again. (Listening to my favorite song "Agnes" by Glass Animals, non-stop to stop the throbbing static and the overwhelming heat and urge to cry but I just can't and it might get so so much worse and I thought I was doing better. This shouldn't hurt, this happened before, it shouldn't hurt.) And I guess that's the point, isn't it? I can't promise you hope for a happy ending, and it's okay to be broken now, it's a story, right? A constant cycle? And I know it's so so wrong of me to say it when I feel so awful, but... perhaps we can enjoy every stage of it? I love this song, I finally have the motivation to do schoolwork because my creative energy is sapped out, it will pass, it's okay right now. We'll take care of each other, and agnst is fun in stories right? All my little characters in my head are curling beside each other, murmuring comfort, because that's all I can really offer. I don't know the answer, but hey, growth is growth, isn't it? No matter if the plant is losing leaves or growing or living or dying, it's beautiful in a way. It seems so complicated and messy, but that's the web, full of dewdrops, catching the light.

Erhm... sorry for the rant, my thoughts are on the borderline of mean and I needed to sort them out.

But if you don't mind the little self-promo: reblog this with one kind statement to "water" rose, let's spread some wonder to this convoluted place <3

And spread the word to anyone else who would like to add their houseplant to the garden, perhaps we can fill tumblr with houseplants.

[evilwriter37]

Hey, So I have a personal question that you could answer. Still going to give it a try.

Firstly, some general info about me. I'm a student in a local high school in Poland. In May I have my final exams. Aside from basic level, I have declared to write some on extended one. One of them is in form of a long essay. You get 2 topics, choose one, describe the problem, create a thesis and explain your point of view based on literature and knowledge.

Recently, I have noticed some sort of blockage when it came to my writing. We had assignments with writing such essay before and I'm not satisfied with it. Most importantly, I can see the drawbacks it has on my mental health. In the last few days, I tend to get more anxious, hands shaking, feeling a lump in my throat that wouldn't let me speak, crying (today I had that episode in school). I believe the main problem is due to my high ambitions, anxiety and feeling of time running out. I think when it comes to my writing the problem lies within construction of the sentences. I believe that they look bulky and incosistent, which makes them harder to read, lacking sense resulting in destroying the atmosphere I'm trying to create. So here comes the main question (about time): How do you get through that kind of pressure? How do you create a tone of work that will make sense in argumenting your point of view good enough? Making your work more fluent in sentence, so it doesn't look like bunch of squished random sentences?

The reason why I'm asking you is because I reckon that you may know an answer as a writer. I strongly believe that your works are pretty fluent in construction, which makes them easier to understand. Also your responses argument your point well.

Sorry about this long stuff that will definietely sound like a rant/vent. I'm not keen of doing such things (both Internet and irl), but I truly believe that getting this stuff of my chest is better than bubbling it any longer.

I was considering to ask this anonymously, but decided that being honest with myself in admitting of having the problem is far better. Also I thought of writing in a private message, but on the second thought; the potentional answers could help a lot more people and not just me, so I hope my problem and the solution will be shared for more potentional people facing similiar difficulties.

Looking forward to be hearing from you!

Have good day/afternoon/evening/night ^^

P.S I was writing this ask before, but left my computer for a while and later it turned off. I forgot to send the ask and I don't know if it got saved or not, so I'm writing this one more time from scratch

Practice. Practice and reading. My sentences used to be really clunky, and can still come out clunky before editing. But I didn’t let that stop me. I sat down and wrote through that awkwardness, because how are we ever supposed to improve at something if we don’t practice?

So where does the reading come in? Well, if you read from other authors, you can look at how they write. What did they do with their sentence structure that you like? Was there maybe something you didn’t like that you know not to include in your own writing?

Studying writing as a technical thing vs studying writing as storytelling is very different, though both are vitally important.

My advice? Write that first draft and edit once you’re done with it. Don’t look back until you have the finished draft, because editing as you go is only going to slow you down and possibly bog you down with perfectionism.

Don’t be afraid to use commas either! I once said “Commas are my bitch”, and damn, I was correct. And remember that not every sentence has to be the same length. Break long sentences up with short sentences. Not every sentence has to have the same rhythm either. Allow yourself to be anything but rigid in your writing.

But most importantly:

Practice.

I really hope your assignment and writing endeavors go well! Thank you for reaching out and I hope you have a good day/night/morning/whatever.

[havendance]

Okay, a few updates before I disappear again:

I have a couple more fics set in the same universe as World gone MAD that you'll be seeing over the next couple weeks since World Gone MAD was actually the last fic that I finished even though it was supposed to go first.

After that, my goal is to get Ch 2 of Batman for Dummies finished up.

I also noticed that I forgot to tell my queue to publish more than three posts a day lol. That's been updated

Blood for Blood

(blood for blood gets it's own heading because it's a little longer.)

So I do have a rough (and I mean rough) first draft for this fic complete but it's not really working for me right now. So that means, it's going to go sit in the back of my drive for a while until I forget that I don't actually like it. (The last time this happened where I had a complete rough draft that I was unhappy with for nebulous reason, it sat around for about year so…) I hope to return to it eventually, but I'm also not going to publish it if I'm not happy with.

Sorry to the people who voted for it in the poll, but I gave it a good old college try and if it hadn't won, I probably wouldn't even gotten this far, so there's that.

[gnattyplayssims]

1929 Pt2 - William's Story

It was a beautiful summer day and Elena had taken the twins out to enjoy the weather in the back yard. While they played she got lost in her thoughts. Maybe she was just in a weird mood but she couldn't help but feel like something was about to break.

Rachel and Reuben were babbling away in their own little world and she was thankful for them. Thankful that she had lived to see them grow and that David was such a wonderful father but she was getting older. Not as young as beautiful as she had once been. Would it all last?

The swing moved as David leaned over her. "I know that look. You're thinking about all the ways things are going to fall apart, aren't you." He brushed a strand of hair off her face as she looked up. His words should have made her feel better but they only made her more tense.

He tipped her head back so she was looking into his eyes. "I'll say it again and as often as you need to be reminded. I love you, and you can never disappoint me." Then he was leaning in and pressing his mouth to hers letting all the words he couldn't say flow into that moment.

David came around the swing nervously hoping that Elena was recieving what he was saying. But she pulled him in so fast he had to scramble to grab hold of the rope to steady himself. "I love you too and I promise to stay by your side no matter what the coming decade holds."

It had been a little over a year since Lizzie and Will had met and she often came to visit him at the farm he worked at. At first she had made excuses about visiting her cousin in the Bramblewood but eventually the excuses had begun to melt away and she just enjoyed the company.

"You seem distracted today."

"I'm fine"

"Hmm. You know it's perfectly resonable to think about him today. This day always reminds me of those I lost too"

"I'm sorry, I forgot. You must have had friends..."

"Yeah. A few. Memorial Day isn't exactly my favorite day of the year"

"It's silly isn't it. He wasn't a good man but I guess I wonder sometimes if the war might have changed him. If we could have been a family if we'd actually moved to Britechester."

"Maybe. Maybe it would have been worse. Men don't generally return from war kinder."

"You did." The words slipped out before she thought better of it.

His face flushed almost imperceptibly, "You clearly don't know me all that well"

"Well not for lack of trying. But from what I've seen...you're the good kind."

He was quiet for a minute. "I think I'm ready."

"Ready for What?"

"I think I'm ready to tell you where I came from"

"Are you sure?" He didn't look at her but he nodded, "Yes, I can trust you." They walked side by side for a moment, their hands swaying close enough to brush against each other but neither of them pulled away.

"I was born in Evergreen Harbor in 1904. I never knew my father. I don't remember much before age 5 but I know we spent some time on the streets before my Grandparents took us in. They were rich but refused to buy anything nice for their bastard grandson"

"My mother was never really all there. I honestly don't think she even knew who my father was. My grandfather spent all his time shut up in his office. All I had were my mothers old dolls and a paper house I had crafted myself. My grandmother still thought I was spoiled"

"I turned 13 in 1917 and was drafted shortly after. It was more of a relief then I like to admit. I actually had a purpose for the first time in my life. I was proud to fight and even die for my World. I returned a year later to find my mother had passed. I never looked back."

They came to a clearing with a bench. "Let's sit here." Lizzie was trying to remain encouraging, afraid that he would shut down if she expressed even the slightest discomfort. Will moved toward the water and sat on the bank. "Oh, ha. okay." She sat next to him.

He continued as soon as she sat down, "I vowed to myself that one day I would have all the things they denied me. That my own children, if I was ever so lucky, wouldn't know the same pain I did. Every time I stop, someone brings it all back and I run again. I can't stop."

"So, you're going to leave Henford?"

"No...I don't want to. I never had a reason to stay somewhere before."

"And now?"

"Now?" He looked at her, that light flush moving into his cheeks again. "I might have a reason this time"

"Just promise me you won't disappear"

"I promise!"

He stood to his feet and she grabbed his wrist pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for telling me. I still think you're a good man, even after hearing everything."

He didn't respond, tilting her face toward him and pulling it closer instead.

"I don't want to go anywhere" He pulled her closer.

"If you run just take me with you" She threw her arms around his neck He laughed, his breath brushing her lips, "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to not be alone"

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified, but I think you might be worth it"

David was feeling extra nostalgic. He could hear his wife finishing a bath with Rachel, Reuben babbling to himself in the nursery.

"Penny for your thoughts" "It's nothing. Just thinking how much has changed since we met. This moment...it's what I always dreamed of"

Elena continued for him "But we never dared hope for it did we?"

"Yet here we are." He pulled her into a kiss full of meaning and love for the life they had created. And like that, the Burnished Generation came to a close and the Classic Generation Began.

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