#sorry it took me so long to answer im a little slow with asks hehe

[shkika]

(referring to the pebbles actually finds the solution post) would he also become scug like sos in that case in your hc?

I ACTUALLY JOKED ABOUT THIS HAPPENING AND IT WAS SO FUNNY.

They are like a comedy duo to me.

I'll call them the Saint and the Prodigy. They also flip genders, because becoming a scug does that to you.

Basically we have Prodigy with blood on her hands, learning that her idol got where he got on accident. Saint is a rambly old man.

[grimmweepers]

hi miss ryu!!! i hope it's ok for me to drop in! i just wanted to say:

1) thank you for following and rbing, you made my day 🫶🏻

2) your theme is so aesthetic for the spooky season ✨💚

3) i love love love the isekai aspect in ryuhaitham so much, it's so unique!!! i can already imagine al haitham listening intently to you as you share earth's various languages, inventions, and culture ᰔᩚ if you don't mind me asking, do you have any cute moments has happened with you and him on your study/knowledge sharing sessions? :3

MEI OFC ITS OKAY FOR YOU TO DROP IN!!! HERE I WELCOME YOU WITH COOKIES AND COFFEE 🍪☕️ DROP IN ANYTIME, I INSIST!

1) i should be thanking you !! i must admit when i saw your follow i got so giddy because i’ve been following @/zhongrin since before i even returned to writing. every single thing you create is just insanely good, i truly adore your work <3

2) thank you again!!! as is yours (talking about the one on zhongrin too!) 💛

doing 3) under the cut because once again i’m shy

thank you so much for asking!! (haha, all my responses have started with thank you 🤣🤍). i actually flipped my entire ryuhaitham lore very recently so it’s nice to be able to talk about it.

with my interest in language (outside of it being a literal necessity to navigate teyvat), i ended up in haravatat. so alhaitham and i oftentimes studied together. a lot of cute moments happened but i think one of the first was how he’d give a little chuckle whenever i mispronounced/misunderstood words. initially it embarrassed me and i even got annoyed (thinking that he was making fun of me) but then he’d surprise me by helping me until i got it right. even when i said “seriously don’t worry, you can continue studying. this really isn’t that import—” he was like “no no, you almost got it. keep going”.

one time, he took a peek over at my notes and saw a bunch of letters and characters scribbled out and rewritten. he looked at me, perplexed, and said, “why didn’t you ask for my help? what were you struggling with here?” and scooted over.

we are both reserved people but alhaitham noticed how i always softened up whenever there was something in teyvat that reminded me of earth. cats, tea, coffee, morning dew, sunsets, fontaine technology, mondstadt homes, liyue and inazuman culture. so he started giving me books to read that were related those topics as his silent way of comforting me. now this was when i got expressive because when i read them, sometimes i couldn’t help but say “omg i know about this! earth had this!” out loud which would startle the crap out of him. despite that, he found it endearing and once i caught him watching me from behind his book. i could’ve sworn i saw a hint of his smile before he went back to reading.

i hc we don’t date until after we graduate from the akademiya (gotta love slow burn) so i suppose these aren’t majorly cute but it’s enough to make s/i ryu flustered if i thought about it for too long hehe. it’s a lot of longing and pondering, as well as touches and glances that last for a beat too long... and second-guessing.

that said, one of my fondest memories was when we dropped studying altogether because he asked me about my life in the previous world and it just led to procrastinating. we unintentionally leaned towards each other as we chatted, and he sat close enough for me to smell his scent, to have our hands almost touch. it was 😵‍💫

GAHHHHH I MADE MY ANSWER SO UNNECESSARILY LONG IM SO SORRY!!!

[its-me-im-coraline]

Consequenses // Thomas Raggi

words // 1590

warnings // smut ahead hehe and not even a full smut, just a snippet honestly

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok please let me know on the taglist link if you have asked me to tag you and i havent right now... I lost some of the user names so yeah im so sorry 🥺

request // yes

summary // Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @bidet-and-legolas @atremendousstrawberrycollection @otaculo @selenophiliaxx

Music, throbbing lights and booze was the way Thomas and his partner decided to spend his weekend off. An average gathering made to feel like a party amongst the closest friends of the band and everyone’s partners. Of course the guitarist couldn’t resist bringing his lover along. He had not seen her in a while, traveling around and working on new music had made the relationship hard for the two of them, things only becoming harder when they started being unsatisfied with their more intimate relationship. The longing did not help much, instead it brought anger and anxiety, both resulting in ruining both of their moods.

The suggestion came from Y/N in the afternoon after Thomas took a break. They were sitting on the couch watching some tv show neither cared for, slowly trying to relax and potentially do more than sitting on the couch. The thought had occurred a few days ago, while the man was still not there, when his lover was maybe watching a bit of an erotic movie. “Maybe we should… switch,” was all she said. No explanation, no details, nothing.

Not much convincing was needed so here they were. Y/N being dominant was finding it a little hard to just sit there and listen. Thus the dom turned into a brat, choosing to tease the man during their first night together.

It was rather simple to get Thomas all riled up this fine night. They happened to have a small fight before the party (a disagreement over minimal things truly) so they were both in a very tense mood while at the party. Thomas was on the one side of the yard, talking with some of his friends, while Y/N was on the other, revealing clothing and lingerie (with certain movements it was visible to the man - and anyone else that paid attention, but not many did). The man was unable to take his eyes off his partner. See, she knew that the result would be pretty good.

“Keep this up and the result will not be very nice for you, amore,” he whispered in her ear when he finally approached her. His hand right above her ass, face too close for comfort.

“I am not sure I want to stop,” said Y/N, an evil smirk decorating her face. Her hips moved side to side, making sure the man could see. Back on her plotting she was.

At first things went smoothly: a bit of seductive dancing, a bit of drinking… The casual. But soon that would change as well. Ethan was sitting on a pool chair, joking about Y/N’s dancing, having a playful back and forth with each other until Y/N sat on his lap. It was nothing unusual for the two, it had happened plenty of times before, but both Thomas and her knew that this time was different.

By now Thomas is fuming. If he was in a cartoon his face would have gone comically red, smoke coming out his face in an exaggerated way. The cigarette and drink in his hand did little to help restrain him. For that, he downed the rest of his drink in an instant, smashing his cigarette on an ashtray and moving to his friends and partner. “Sorry to cut your fun short,” he smiled, trying to keep it together, “but me and Y/N need to go. Honestly, I’m feeling very tired,” he finished, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her up and towards him.

Their friends did not say much, but rather voiced their goodbyes allowing the pair to leave the party.

Getting in the car was now the easy task, but one of them was dreading it. She knew that this would be so fun, but she was undeniably afraid of what could potentially happen that night. “What do you think you have been doing, dolcezza?” He all but growled, roughly turning her face towards his with his hand.

“Me? Nothing. I was just trying to have fun with my friends.” Oh, the innocent act. If Thomas wasn’t hot and bothered (more of the later) already, he certainly was now.

“I don't think so, baby. I think you have been very very naughty. I think you need a punishment.” His tone was playful but his eyes told a different story. Y/N was in for a long night, and they were still in the car. Thomas’ hands had already begun to travel all around his lover, faces dangerously close. And like that the vigorous kissing started.

“You shouldn't have acted like that tonight, amore,” he commented before he started driving back to their shared apartment. The ride was quiet but the tension and anticipation was loud as hell.

Patience was out the window the moment Y/N opened the door to their home. Thomas pushed her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses. “I warned you enough times, my love, now it’s time for actions,” he commented, hand slowly traveling up to her neck, lightly squeezing, blocking the blood flow lightly making her lightheaded but so much more desperate for him. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall - just like that, good girl! Now, ass perked up.”

She was very well aware of what was about to happen and saying that she did not want it would be a lie. She was rather used to serving spankings to the man whenever he disrespected her - rather lenient - rules, taking such an adrenaline rush every time, but oh did she get a rush now, too. Thomas was getting more and more confident by the minute, Y/N getting rather aroused from it.

Thus she obeyed his demands, pushing her ass back, all there for him to do what he wanted. Thomas quickly got to work moving up her tiny little skirt to have her exposed to his will. Her ass looked amazing in that white lace thong she wore, making the man undeniably hard. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You planned for this to happen-” slap, “you knew I would not be able to hold back, didn’t you, puppy?” slap. “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N responded very timidly, slightly flinching every time he struck her cheeks.

“Good, good. Now count for me, and you will thank me for each slap.”

“One. Thank you, daddy,” she began with his rhythm getting quicker and his force bigger by each slap of his palm. They reached around twenty five before Thomas decided on his next move. He said nothing but roughly turned Y/N around, pulling her towards their shared bedroom, lightly. After closing the door behind him - more out of habit than any actual practical reason- he pushed her to the bed, legs automatically falling open as he stared with lust in his eyes.

“Just sit there and do nothing,” he ordered, “no touching, or there will be consequences.” He did not go far after that, he only undressed and picked up the condoms and the lube, just making sure that she was entirely ready (not that he truly needed it at the moment - just a safety precaution) and knelt in front of his lover.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “you are looking delicious, but I’m not sure you can handle it. Maybe we should do this anoth-”

“No, no! Please, I can handle it! I can handle anything! Please, please!” she exclaimed, or more so whined, making Thomas smirk like a cheshire cat and proceeding with his actions.

“Anything, you say? Hm, we’ll see about that.” Oh boy was she about to regret those words.

His tongue started to tease her immediately as he finished his sentence. It was small short licks and little pecks on her clit, featherly but was agonizing in this case. The pace was slow, timid, really, all in an attempt to show his love in the most painful way possible. Her eyes were shut tightly, mouth hung open releasing heavenly (or rather sinful) noises - a pleasing confirmation of Thomas’ plan working perfectly. Y/N’s back was arched up as her head hung behind, chest bouncing in the attempt to gain more pleasure by Thomas.

“Thommy, please,” she whined, earning a slap on her thigh.

“You are being ungrateful, amore. I shouldn’t be giving you any pleasure at all. You’ll take what you can.” The lack of contact for the few seconds he spoke was enough to cause another fit of whines, but his breath on her heat made far worse ‘damage’.

He wasted no time moving up and away from his disheveled lover, moving to the dresser. Y/N simply sat there, mouth falling open, but this time due to confusion. It was clear that frustration had already started to pick up. Thomas on the other hand was enjoying the situation fully, finding it rather entertaining how he could make her melt so easily.

“Thommy. Come back,” she uttered in her usual dominating tone. Nothing. “Thomas, come back here-”

“What did you just say to me, puppy?” If he was pissed before, now he was livid, and it was clear as day. If this were some weird cartoon his eyes would’ve glowed red - a thought that did not help Y/N’s pleasurable fear. His hand had swiftly reached Y/N’s neck, not tightening up, yet making his stance threatening. “I think you have forgotten how things are going on around here, my love. You are not on the lead right now. I am. And you will pay for that.”

[alch3mic]

hi alch!! wondering if you could write about huntsy? in a more.. darker tone if you get what im saying hehe (/-^▪^-\)

You really were too cute.

Of course.. Sans knew that already, but.. he just couldn't help but let that thought cross his mind as his eyelights scanned over the the message you just sent him again. 

Give your best at work today! I love you.

..Honestly. 

It didn't matter how many times you said it, or how many times he heard it, he just could never get enough of those sweet words that make his soul beat faster with every single syllable. It really just made him want to eat you up bit by bit until there was nothing left, just so he could have you all to himself.

Your love and affection was his favorite meal after all, and he could happily gorge himself on it night and day without ever truly feeling full.  

It was just so.. intoxicating. 

It sent his head spinning in circles just seeing it in a message alone, much less hearing them from your own lips... and..

It always left him... wanting ...just a little bit more.

More of you.

More of your love.

More of your gentle skin that he just couldn't help but sink his teeth into.

A smile crept along his features as he savored every letter, his thumb gently gliding across his phone screen while wishing it were your hand or maybe even your cheek instead. He closed his eyesockets before bringing the phone up and lightly kissing the surface, lost into his daydreams about you again. 

Oh, what he'd give to be with you right now.

..So now how in hell was he suppose to sit here and “give his best at work”, when all he could think about was you..?

"Fuck..!"

....

Well now, that was certainly one way to take him out of his fantasy.

Huntsman's eyelights flickered up, his expression falling almost instantly as he regarded the battered and bloodied human tied up in the chair across from him. The thought of your sweet scent and warm hands were gone to him now, replaced with the cold smells of dirt and metal, while the light from a single old lamp burned into his eyesockets. 

A chilling wind howled outside the warehouse walls, reminding him exactly why he preferred to work from home. These worn down old shacks people insisted on using for their dirty work were disgusting, though it certainly made cleaning up a lot easier when the place was always covered in blood and murk already.

Seems like his little companion was finally coming to, their expression twisted and confused as they squinted under the harsh lighting, trying to figure out their surroundings.

"W-where...?"

Huntsman carefully brought down his phone, sparing only one more small glance to your messages before tucking it deep away into his back pocket, and doing the same with his last remaining thoughts of you.

"doing alright there?" he hummed, reaching into his jacket pockets before pulling out a pair of heavy gloves before standing up from his chair.

He didn't actually care, but he may as well pass the time with a bit of chit chat.

It was usually easier to swallow than the silence.

..Usually..

"And who the fuck are you?"

..Unless they ignored his questions completely.

Then it just kind of ...irritated him.

..Though he had to give this sorry piece of shit some credit. Despite the fact that they had taken quite the beating, they still had the nerve to run their mouth like that.

"Hey! I'm talking to you."

"a shame i don't really have any ears to listen with," Hunts responded, pulling the gloves on and tapping on his skull.

He received a scoff in reply, the human now sitting up the best they could while pulling on their restraints as they spat in his direction.

"Stupid fucking monsters.." they muttered, still struggling while eyeing him warily as Huntsman bent down to his duffle bag on the floor.

It only took a moment for him to unzip the thing and take hold of one dinged up metal bat, gripping it firmly in his hand before standing up.

"Really now? A bat?" the human scoffed, clearly sizing up Huntsman's smaller demeanor. “And I thought the last guy was crazy..”

"got a personal rule not to use magic unless i have to," he replied simply, "and also i'm not a fan of sharp things."

He gave the bat a small twirl, before gripping the handle with both hands and giving it a small but slow swing.

Been awhile since he used this old thing.

"Right.. Well good fucking luck pal. Ya ain't getting shit out of me ya understand, so why don't you just pack up your little interrogation kit and save us both some fucking time, eh? Maybe then you'd get to save your sorry little bony ass before the boss comes and get's me."

......

A moment passed.

And then another.

And then several more, with nothing but that hollow whispering wind filling the silence between the two. Irritation was becoming more evident on the human's brow as he stood there just staring at them, a few beads of sweat threatening to trickle down their head.

"Aye. Ya hear me pal?" they huffed, before letting out a laugh. "Or what? Ya lose your nerve or something? Heh. Not surprising, the boss ain't one to be messed wi-"

"i'm afraid you might be mistaken here, pal."

He watched as the human's expression fell from one of confidence to.. anger and confusion. Still, they didn't say anything so Huntsman filled the empty air with his own words.

"i'm not really the kind of guy you hire for interrogations," he said dully, lining up his bat again and taking another swing into the empty air. "you see, i gave up asking questions a long time ago."

He swung again, picking up speed.

"life is just full of them, ya know? too many.. in fact." 

Another swing.

"a lot of them without any kind of satisfying answers."

And another. 

"that’s why even a patient person like myself gave up asking them a long, long time ago." 

.....

The silence fell again as the human tried to connect the dots, Huntsman still taking a few practice swings into the air.

"..T-then.. why?"

Huntsman took one more swing, watching the human flinch at the sound of the air whooshing just a few feet in front of their face.

“because someone paid me,” he shrugged. “guess you’re no longer useful. the only request they had was that they wanted to hear you at least scream a few times before you’re gone, so i had to wait until you woke up and now here we are.”

“....No.. no.. no! That..! That can’t..!” 

A look of terror crossed over their features as they began gasping, now throwing a fit as they tried their best to undo the bonds holding them to the chair, but it refused to budge being tightly screwed into the floor.

"i know, i know..” Huntsman said, before approaching the struggling human and lining up the bat near his head, watching as they froze in place and stared down their own reflection in the dinged up metal bat. 

“life is just full of unsatisfying answers.. isn't it? now at least do me a favor and scream nice and loud for me, your good ol’ buddy ol’ pal, hm ?"

CRACK.

[retelling-of-ragnarok]

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

(I actually hoped for their childhood home so I am resending as invited. Not that I did not like the other memory. I just wanted a happy one for Gwen)

Thank you for encouraging me to send another ask.

MORE MEMORIES

🏠 -> a memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

❆ THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO IM SO SORRY. but yeah always feel free to resend an ask if my answer wasn’t going in the direction you wanted :) ❆

The sounds of child laughter and footsteps rustling through the grass filled the estate’s grounds. A fenced in paradise, that encompassed the entirety of a mountainside. Forestry and clearings surrounding the home— A river, and small ponds littering the ground. Various birds and other small wildlife flourishing in a surprisingly dangerous environment. Giggles, laughs, and the splashing of puddles echoed around the stone gates.

❝ Hehe— You guys are too slow!! ❞

A younger, more lively Gwen zoomed throw the fields, and their siblings rushed after them. A game of dodgeball that had quickly turned into tag— As snow white locs flowed all throughout the air.

❝ HA?! SLOW?! — YOURE JUST TINY AND FAST ❝

The voice boomed from an 18 year old Cieran, as he bolted after his little brother— The other three following close behind; also with elated expressions on their faces.

For such a murderous, hated, and cursed family— It seems as if happiness and joy bounces off every inch of the premise. A sense of normalcy, and familial bonds. A place where everyone can count on one another, and everyone can smile. Outside the world of murder— This group of people is happy. And loving. A family.

[wonderland-in-bloom]

the leaders and i

[7 dorm leaders x reader]

@innerherringprunepickle asked: U-u-um m-may i-i h-have a r-r-request o-on a-all dorm leaders x fem shy reader who is scared, timid, insecure, coward but kindhearted, gentle, sweet, cute, empathy, understanding, doesn't look down on people's flaws and softspoken. Also, she doesn't have friends because of her timid and quiet nature and s/o is the MC who transport to this world. Pls.

okie! and just a heads up gais i’m sorry if i write really slow recently. i have a heckkk ton of requests (which i’m honestly so grateful for and y’all friggin made me cry aaaa) and i really wanna give you guys the best quality of my work and also things that really make you all happy. so please please please be patient with me! of course i have other things to do out of this blog too, but of course i’ll still try my best to update everyday. i hope you guys understand :))

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“SUMIMASEN.” you muttered quietly as you accidentally bumped into one of your seniors in savanaclaw. “tch, watch where you’re going. first year.” he scoffed. “you really gotta respect your seniors.” it’s not like you were bumping into him on purpose or anything. “i’m sorry senpai. it won’t happen again.” he cornered you in the hallway with all students crowded around you. it was too crowded no one saw what was happening. “oi. what the hell are you doing, dumbass?” you snapped your head up to see the one and only, dorm leader of savanaclaw, leona kingscholar. he was approaching the both of you and that’s when your senior moved away from you. “prefect leona..!” he gulped, sweat trickling down his forehead. “it was just a minor incident..!” leona growled. “you dare disrespect the newbie who can’t use magic? let alone a lady.” your senior did a perfect 90 degree bow and apologized. eventually he ran away, leaving you alone. you exhaled a sigh of relief. “kingscholar-senpai. thank you.” 

“tch he’s just an idiot after all. ruining savanaclaw’s name.” he looked around at the now empty hallway. “where are your friends? not heading to class together?” you shook your head. “a-actually i don’t...really have any friends.” you muttered the last part. of course with leona’s careful ears he picked up what you said. “hah? is that so?” he sighed. “well if you have no one to go to class with, let’s just ditch and go somewhere.” you pouted. “i mean...i have no class right now...so why not?” you smiled. leona led the way and you just followed behind him. “king...kingscholar-senpai? where exactly are we going?” you spoke in a volume which was actually to soft to be heard. “i’m taking you somewhere you can just relax okay? no matter how much the owner’s a slimy bastard.” he muttered. you arrived in an odd looking place surrounded with different types of decor which resembled corals and sea shells. leona said it was called the mostro lounge. “ah! leona-kun! what a surprise! areee~is that newbie-chan?” you gulped and hesitantly took small steps to where octavnielle’s dorm leader, azul ashengrotto, was. leona noticed your discomfort and slung his arm around your shoulder. “just relax.” 

“tsk, can’t shut up can you, slimy bastard?” the man in the glasses just chuckled at this. “why that’s a new nickname leona-kun. care for anything to drink? newbie-chan?” you cleared your throat. “it’s (y/n).” you spoke softly, which caused azul’s eyes widened. “so you do speak! and not to mention you have a lovely voice.” you just nervously chuckled. “thank you...i don’t get that a lot...” azul shook his head. “why someone with an alluring voice as your’s just makes me want to...” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “would you two like anything to order? or...are you here for a contract perhaps..?” leona just sighed. “can you get us water or something for now?” he snapped. “oh i’ll get those two to do it. i want to have a conversation with the both of you.” and that conversation was filled with azul and leona just bickering with each other. sometimes you had a small input but they could barely hear you. you hated this. just speak up me! of course you tried to. but it didn’t work. “what’s this? an informal dorm leader meeting?” you three snapped your head around to meet the dorm leader of heartslabyul, riddle rosehearts. “ah~riddle! here for that contract huh?” 

“we leave that matter for next time.” he brushed azul off and noticed you sitting next to leona. “ah, you’re (y/n) aren’t you?” you nodded. “nice to meet you.” you smiled softly and spoke softly as well. how gentle, riddle thought to himself. “well then, what are you doing here if you’re not here for that matter.” azul questioned. “well originally i was. but seeing we have company...” riddle glared at leona “we can have that discussion for another time.” and so riddle joined the conversation between the three of you. it was better this time, considering he asked you more questions. you got more comfortable with riddle being there and you were able to say something when you got the chance. “yooo! i managed to leave class early. i-eh, wait where’s idia?” you noticed in the front door to the lounge, the dorm leader of scarabia, kalim al-asim. “he’s not here. obviously.” leona scoffed. “ehhhh, but he wanted to meet me here.” he pouted. “anyways what are you four talking about?” he bounced all the way to your table. “(y/n)-chan here was just telling us about her whole experience with that racoon dog...thing...” kalim laughed. “oh the cat that burnt my butt on the first day.” you giggled. “it doesn’t hurt though right? grim really said sorry for it.” kalim smiled and waved his hand. “no, no! of course not! ne, ne, (y/n)-chan, are you enjoying your stay so far?” 

truth be told. you weren’t. ever since the first day up to today, you were dreading every moment of it. however, since leona stood up for you, azul was nice enough to get you both something, riddle opened conversations for you, kalim was so cheerful and asked you tons of questions, you started to like it here. you never knew the dorm leaders were so nice. “ever since today actually...yeah. i really do.” you smiled. all the dorm leaders felt as if their heart skip a beat. cute. “come now, epel-kun, we need to teach you the different arrays of table manners-huh.” vil schoenheit, the dorm leader of pomefiore stepped inside the lounge to see you and four other dorm leaders sitting in a table and smiling at each other. “oh my, was this a party i wasn’t invited to?” when vil saw you, he left rook and epel confused at a table alone and went straight to you. “oh my, darling, you have such silky hair. please tell me what product you use.” he took a strand of your hair and admired it. 

you flinched a little and your face was bright red. “u-uhmm..just normal shampoo?” vil then started complimenting every single thing about you. even the things about yourself you thought were somehow off. you were now beginning to have a really good conversation with all of them. you were able to answer, ask, and even crack a joke or two when a chance came up. suddenly kalim’s phone rang. it was idia shroud, the dorm leader of ignihyde. “ah! idia! join us for a chat!” kalim put his phone on speaker mode. “n-nice to meet you...shroud senpai.” you spoke to the phone. “ah? are you the new girl?” you nodded but forgot he wasn’t there to see you. riddle took notice of this and chuckled at how cute you were. “yeah. i am.” with idia, the conversation continued all night long. you were starting to get drowsy and tomorrow was a school day. “oh my, it seems our dear (y/n)-chan is getting sleepy. why not we call it a day.” azul spoke. you were honestly thankful for him. you waved each and every one of them goodbye with a large grin plastered on your face. aren’t there seven dorms though....not six? you thought to yourself. you ignored that thought and started heading back to the ramshackle dorm.

“grim’s going to kill me for staying out too late without getting him any food.” you noticed a tall figure lingering in front of the dorm. he looked shocked to see you. “a human..?” he had horns. how odd. “aren’t you...malleus draconia?” he smirked. “you seem to know me. yet you don’t cower in fear. how odd.” he started walking away from the dorm as you entered through the gate. you missed a step however and almost fell face first into the dirt. however a green mist covered your body and helped you stand upright. “please be careful, (y/n). i’ll be seeing you around.” and with that, he left. how did he even know my name?! 

you tossed and turned in bed that night. you glanced out the window. just like every other night. you wanted to go back home, to your own world. but today, after meaning the seven dorm leaders, you’re not so sure you still want that to happen. 

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aaaaa im not too proud of this one ;-; i’m going to listen to some chill songs later to try and get inspiration hehe. have a good morning/night guys :))

love, a♕

[leossmoonn]

Could I ask for a 🔮?

I'm really introverted and socially anxious irl, not so much on tumblr. I read a lot, usually fantasy. If I'm comfortable with somebody, I tend to be loud and I rant a lot, a lot of the times it's about a book or a movie, fiction. Very chaotic neutral. I'm that kid who talks about politics and just issues in the world in general a lot. I've been told that I give off kiwi/everybody talks vibes and I'm just bad at implementing them, whatever that means (blame my weird ass friends) I cuss a lot. My pronouns are she/her atm. I'm bi

As for the fandom, hp? Either era?

alrighty

marauder male ship - remus lupin

remus noticed u first in the library writing this huge essay for potions. he thought you were really pretty and immediately wanted to come up and introduce himself, but his doubtful thoughts got in the way. so he went to turn around but then his friends, ofc, pushed him your way. you didnt notice him at first bc you were so focused on your essay, so remus did a little awkward cough to get your attention and you looked up, expecting it to be one of your friends or the librarian, but you were very shocked to see prefect boy remus lupin standing next to your desk. he gave you a sweet, polite smile that got you sweating in second. he introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to shake, and as you tentatively held out your own hand, you began to introduce yourself only to stutter in your words. you apologized a lot but remus thought it was cute and reassured you you were doing nothing wrong. anyways, he ended up asking if he could study w you and you said yes, even tho you were like shaking and dying on the inside. the first 30 minutes were quiet and honestly, not awkward at all. you were thankful remus wasnt one of those ppl to try to do small talk. but he ended up asking you a question abt potions and ofc you answered, which ended up you having a whole rant about the potions textbook and how out of date it was. and while you were talking, remus found you so intelligent and interesting, and really cute too. and once you then looked at him shyly and apologized for taking up his time, he knew you were the person for him. you two were friends for a while before he asked you out. once he did, your relationship blossomed into something beautiful. you two took it slow, still hanging out like every day tho. you two usually study together, or when you become comfortable, you cuddle in his bed at night and you always end up talking about some muggle film youve seen, and it always interests remus. you two also share the same political views and its very fun arguing w other ppl bc you two are always right hehe. its couple bonding basically

golden trio female ship - luna lovegood

so luna is known as the weird girl but tbh shes a badass. anyways, you two first met when you were walking to your class. well more like running bc you were late, oops. and you bumped into luna, your books and papers flying everywhere. you apologized profusely and luna kept saying it was okay and she didnt mind. your apologizing only stopped when you looked into her clear, grey eyes and you were fr starstruck. like you swore she was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen lol. anyways you left in haste, very embarrassed. fast forward to lunch and youre sitting alone, not bc youre a loner but your friends just have a diff lunch than you (rip this happens to me all the time lol). buuut luna happens to have the same lunch as you and she sees you alone and since she has no one to sit by either, she goes up to you. youre very shocked bc like why the hell would a pretty girl sit w you? (lmfao i am so sorry. im not building your self eestem very high. itll get better one sec) so luna introduces herself and of course she has a beautiful voice and once again, you are starstruck. you two end up talking the whole time, luna doing the most talking but you dont mind bc she also has a lot of things to talk about. at the end if lunch, she ends up asking you out to hogsmeade and youre like 😟 “wh-what? why me?” and she just smiled and says “youre very beautiful and kind, and i’d like to get to know you and be your friend, if that’s alright” and ugh you’re trying to hide your smile so muuuch so you say yes hehe and next weekend you two hang out at hogmeade and have a fantastic time. you warm up to her fairly quickly and you think its bc of her warm, comforting energy and youre slowly falling for her hehe. you two often trade off topics pretty quickly and effortlessly. she loves hearing your opinions. she thinks youre so independent and individualistic, she loves it! you two also share a lot for the same books and loooove discussing bc sometimes your opinions clash and it always makes for a fun convo :) you two take your relationship slow too and honestly you two just kinda fall into a comfortable rhythm of being a couple without realizing it (meaning like you didnt really make if official until your first kiss and stuff). you two are the cutest couple at hogwarts and ppl really admire your relationship. luna helps you break out of your shell a little too and shes always so supportive. ah, youre a lucky girl hhee

sorry this is so long, i had a lot to say. i hope you liked it!

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[doyouevenshipbr0]

gruvia drabble:

author’s note: OK SO a little while ago @lovelocksers posted a GENIUS hc that juvia has probably killed someone before like when she was in phantom lord……. so…… i wrote this to go along w that hc hehe❤️❤️❤️ enjoy<3 also. yes. im reposting this. cus heres the thing..... NOTHING I FUCKING POST SHOWS UP IN THE GRUVIA TAGGGGG its so annoying but anyway yea sorry im re-posting this lol uwu

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He was dead.

Juvia hung over his lifeless body, screaming for him. Begging him to wake up. She shook him up and down, side to side, but to no prevail. She needed help. She looked around at her surroundings, and was not granted any sort of comfort. It was just the two of them and the enemy, after all. Hell, Gray didn’t even want her there in the first place. Juvia hated when Gray went on missions on his own, though, and she had a bad feeling that something was wrong. To her dismay, she was right. The enemy was rambling about something, and he had a disgusting grin on his face, but Juvia couldn’t hear what he was saying. It was all fuzzy.

Juvia slowly turned her glance back to Gray, her head was heavy and it pounded. She placed two fingers at his wrist. Nothing. No beat. Only coldness. Just as she suspected.

If only she was just a few minutes earlier. Then maybe, Gray would’ve had a chance. Or if she insisted that she went with him in the first place. But that didn’t matter now. Her vision of Gray was becoming blurred with tears flooding from her eyes. She decided she couldn’t look at his pale face any longer without physically breaking, so she looked back up at the enemy.

Mindlessly, Juvia rose to her feet. It was only then that she noticed the torrential downpour that she was causing.

“So you’re finally done crying and ready to fight?” The man snickered, getting into a fighting stance.

She didn’t waste any time. As much as it would’ve felt great to beat everything out of him, at this point, she only had one thing in mind: revenge. This was exactly as it should be. An eye for an eye.

“Water Lock: Unbreakable.” She swore to herself to never use this spell— this curse, ever again. Not only was it a ruthless spell, but it took a lot out of her as well. One could only cast it if they were confident in that moment that their heart was cold, not a drop of good to be found. She hadn’t cast this spell with such confidence in so long, but she didn’t care.

As her hand stretched out in front of her, an orb of dark water encased itself around the enemy. She watched as he fought and squirmed and did everything to try and break free, but Juvia clenched her hand, and his body crumpled and cracked. As she twisted her hand, so did his body, and although she sadly could not hear him, he was letting out cries of agony.

Gray felt a burn trickle across his body. He finally awoke from his unconsciousness and was met with boiling hot water streaming over his body. It wasn’t just hot water, but it was rain. The rain was steaming hot. The last thing he remembered was his heart slowing down and his body going cold, just as he went limp. He had a feeling his body was shocked back awake by the heat of the water drenching over him.

“Tsk!” He recoiled, and finally sat up. What was happening? Where was he? He was dazed, but he knew the pouring rain was never a good sign.

He looked to his side and saw the back of Juvia. She stood firmly as she had the enemy in her water lock. Except, this water lock was different. It was dark, and menacing. He was still regaining his vision but he could see that her hand that was usually flexed and firm while casting this spell was bent and twisted, which matched the twisting of the enemy’s body.

With what little freedom the man had, he held at his throat, and clawed at it. He needed air. Juvia however, didn’t seem to notice—or mind.

“You—!” Juvia finally screamed. “You took him! You took him from me! You took my everything!”Her raspy voice boomed as she screamed at the man trapped in the bubble. “Now you have to pay.” She finished.

She thought Gray was dead.

And now, she was going to kill him.

“No…” Gray breathed out. His eyes were wide at the sight before him. He couldn’t see Juvia’s face, but honestly, he’s not so sure he would want to. The pain, the infuriation, the anguish, it was all in her voice, and he could only assume her face matched it.

“Juvia!” Gray’s call was weak, but it was there. She didn’t budge, though. The rain was too much. “Shit!”

“Juvia! Stop it!” He called again, louder, but still not loud enough.

Gray looked around, and saw everyone was down. His body was numb from the battle, but at least Juvia’s rain was there to heat him up. He knew he would regret sudden movements later, but he didn’t have time to think about that now.

Juvia’s tears that leaked down her face felt cold. Paired with the rain, her tears were icy on her hot skin. Although it was a weird sensation, this was not all too foreign for her. She had been down this path before. She did what she had to, and while she could never forgive herself for it, she knew she had to move past it.

After this though, she didn’t know what she would do? Could she bounce back all over again for taking another life after so long? Without Gray, she wasn’t sure what she would do.

But it didn’t matter now. Right then, all that mattered was the problem at hand. She has to right the wrong that was done. She watched as the man squirmed, but his movements became less and less as his air lessened.

He was going to d-

A pressure suddenly fell on her back. Familiar arms were wrapped around her shoulders, and she felt a knock of the back of her head, with what felt like another head.

“Don’t.” The word was all she needed. The voice went along with everything else she was feeling. It wasn’t too good to be true. Gray was there.

Without another word, she dropped her hand, and down went the man in the water bubble. He coughed and wretched, gasping for air just before passing out.

Her skin went clammy as the heat of the rain went down tremendously, and eventually came to a complete stop.

“Gray…sama…” Her lip quivered slightly.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” His forehead was still pressed, firmly against the back of her head, and his brow furrowed against her wet hair. Although the rain and battle stopped, his grip on her didn’t falter.

“Y-you’re-“ Juvia stammered.

“Yeah.” Was all he followed with before Juvia collapsed to the ground. Her knees hit the mud, and she instantly wept. She cried out brielfy before muffling her screams by putting her face in her hands. She had yet to even look at Gray yet, but he was still there. He remained upright on his knees, embracing Juvia’s shaking frame.

“Juvia— Juvia almost—!” She gasped for air, and her chest tightened. Her hand was now only covering her mouth, and her eyes were bulging as she stared at the ground. The last five minutes played over and over in her head on loop.

“Stop. Just breathe.” Gray’s voice was soothing, and Juvia couldn’t help but melt into it. She finally turned around and saw her beloved’s face. After finally being able to look into his comforting eyes, she fell into his arms, this time her chest was pressed up against his.

“I’m so sorry Gray-sama…” She sobbed, and Gray responded with a tight hold on her head, keeping her pressed into him.

“Don’t be. You didn’t do anything.”

“Didn’t do anything?!” She shot up. “Juvia almost took that man’s life!” She cracked

“But you didn’t.” Gray was firm.

Juvia moaned and shook her head. “But I would have.” She was in such pain, and it showed in her voice.

Before Gray could say anything, Juvia continued. “And it wouldn’t be the first time.” Her tone was surprisingly clear.

Gray felt his body tense up at the confession. He was a bit confused, and Juvia read his expression, following with a brief explanation. “At Phantom Lord, you just did as you were told.” She hugged herself and shrugged. “No matter what…” She trailed off.

Honestly, Gray hadn’t thought much about Juvia’s life before Fairy Tail. Now, she lived by the same virtues as everyone else in Fairy Tail, which was not to kill. But she lived 17 whole years before that. Not only that, but she was a member of a dark guild, a group that doesn’t follow any sort of rules.

“Hey, we all have a past.” Gray said, calmly.

Juvia looked up at Gray, her eyes still hurt. “And what about the present? What if Juvia hasn’t changed as much as she thought she has?” Tears dripped onto her hands that were now placed at her knees, and her head dropped.

Gray wasn’t always the best with words. He was always more of an action kind of guy, so he did just that. He wrapped Juvia up once again, this time he had to force her into his chest rather than her falling. She struggled for a moment, but she eventually reciprocated, and wept once again.

“Juvia thought you were dead.”

“I know.”

“Juvia thought…” She sniffed. “Juvia thought he killed you.”

“I know.”

“So…” She paused her weeps. “Does that make it ok?”

Gray wasn’t sure how to answer that, and he didn’t want to lie to her either. He wasn’t the one to decide what it meant to take a life “I don’t know.” He confessed.

Juvia cracked at his uncertainty, folding in even more, crying harder. “But what I do know, is that you are not the person you were in Phantom Lord.” Gray continued.

“You are bright, and kind, and cheerful, and you are easily the most caring and generous person I know.” His voice gained confidence the more he spoke.

Juvia broke, slightly, from Gray, and looked up at him with wet eyes. It was the sight of her face, her red sorrowful face so close to his, that finally made tears rush to his eyes as well.

“Really?” Juvia asked.

“Really.” He nodded. He placed a hand on her forehead, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “You’re an amazing person, Juvia. We all have our vices. You’re not alone, and I want you to remember that. Anyone at the guild would be more than willing to talk to you about anything, too, because we love having you as a member.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, Juvia gave a hopeful smile.

“If Gray-sama thinks so highly of Juvia, then that makes me very happy.” She nuzzled back into his chest.

“Good.” He topped her head with his chin. “Crying doesn’t suit you.”

“Juvia is so lucky to have you, Gray-sama.” She said sweetly, grabbing at his bare back.

He held onto her like he would never let go.

“That’s my line.”

[tostito-road]

When there's a storm, we stay inside (One-shot)

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Souma was separating the beans on the counter top, making sure there were no left over stones before dropping them on to the strainer.

It was Mexican week at the Polar Star dormitory, the gang was exploring cousines of the world. Today was Souma's turn to cook, he had found the recipe on a cooking channel, sure he struggled to understand what the lady said with his basic spanish, but he managed with the video captions and google translate.

When he was done, Souma brought the beans to the sink to rinse them, he had to let them soak in water for a few hours.

He took a bean and inspected it before popping it in his mouth, he decided to test how long it would take to turn soft.

The boy set the timer and turned to his tablet, rewinding the video again to try to make out what else the lady was putting in.

Onion, salt, beans, bacon, chorizo, sausage, cilantro. He wrote down.

He was pretty sure they were out of cilantro, it was Isshiki's turn last night making ceviche, and that pretty much used up all of the cilantro left.

Souma glanced out the kitchen window, it was pretty dark and cloudy out, but it hadn't started raining yet, he could probably run to the store and come back before it started raining.

He cleaned up the kitchen a little bit and took off his apron. Placing it on the hook, he walked to the stairs leading up to the rooms.

"Guys! You want anything? I'm going to the store!" He yelled out.

A light voice came from the top of the stairs. "Souma? Are you sure? It looks like it's going to rain." Megumi looked at him.

He leaned his head on his hand and looked up at her. "Sure, don't worry, it isn't supposed to start raining till five. Do you want anything?"

She gave him a sheepish smile. "Well, Isshiki and Daigo said they wanted some orange frizzy soda." She tought for a second. "And I've been craving some ice cream for a while."

"Awesome, mint chocolate right?" He responded.

She smiled and nodded "Thanks."

"Megumi!!!!! C'mon we're playing another round!" Yuki yelled from above.

"Coming!!"

"Be careful and don't come back to late okay?" She gave Souma a quick smile before disappearing upstairs.

He chuckled and walked toward the door, putting on his hoodie and grabbing his keys and wallet before stepping outside. The air was fresh and chilly. He loved cloudy days. They always felt like days where he didn't have to rush, because it was like the whole city would slow down. He loved spending cloudy days inside, with a warm cup of tea and a nice book, yes just like those tumblr girls.

He crossed the street to wait on the bench for the bus, hands now searching for heat in his pockets. It only got this cold in this weather, just last week they had been in a whooping 40 degrees Celsius. He often thought that if the end of the world came, it should come on a nice chill weather like this.

The bus arrived.

The minute Souma stepped out from the bus into another street, it was like a completely different place, the streets were bursting with people and shops already with their lights on due to the dimming light in the sky.

He walked around before finding a small grocery store. He decided to pick up what the others had wanted first, he fetched the orange frizzy sodas, and went to look for Megumi's ice cream, problem was, they were all out. He stood there contemplating what to do before deciding to buy the sodas and the cilantro and keep looking for the Ice cream somewhere else.

He paid and continued his search. Souma went to a total of five stores in his disappointing search for the ice cream. He couldn't for the life of god figure out why none of the stores had that ordinary flavor. So at his sixth store where he was throughly searching the ice cream aisle, an employee offered to help him find what he was looking for.

"Mint chocolate ice cream." He stared at the employee, with what he could only imagine was a crazy look.

"Ah yes!" He eagerly helped, fishing out one of the containers from the freezer. "This is mint chocolate, they just changed the name recently. See here." He pointed to a tiny writing in the bottom. "It says mint chocolate. Sorry for the confusion." He handed the container to Souma.

Souma stared at it with a defeated look. Of course it was. It was also the same container that he had seen in the past five stores.

He sighed before paying for the container. He nocited that he had probably spent about two hours searching for the ice cream that he almost forgot about his soaking beans and that he was on dinner duty. So he rushed out the store into a pouring street. The shops were closing and the only people rushed to the nearest shelter. Rain hit the ground heavily and a single drop rolled down the shop's cover and smacked Souma in the head. He was gonna have to make a run for it.

He pulled his hood over his head and yanked the strings to tie it securely. And he dashed into the rain. His shoes got wet and he could feel his hoodie start to stick to his back, but he couldn't help the tiny feeling of joy he got of running in the rain.

The breeze wet his face and he was almost sure that he was going to catch a cold from this but finally he reached the safety of the bus stop and untied his hood, falling back into the metal seat to wait for the bus. The smell of wet sand cluttered the air and he took a deep breath in and out, letting out a content sigh. The colors of the lights shone on the pavement, painting a picture that he couldn't quite describe. The sky rumbled.

Finally the bus came, empty compared to when he got on earlier. After a few minutes and almost at his stop he noticed a girl sitting at the bus stop holding an umbrella.

"Megumi?" He asked as he got off the bus.

Megumi leaped and gave him a tight hug around the waist. Surprised, he blushed.

"Im sorry, I'm just relieved, you were taking too long and then I tried to call you but you left your phone at the dorm and I know you didn't have a rain jacket or an umbrella with you so I came to wait for when you came back." She got out in one breath.

Souma chuckled sheepishly "Yeah, I got caught up with something."

Megumi sighed in relief. "Well c'mon, let's go back."

"Sure, here" he grabbed the umbrella. "I can carry that."

"So why'd you take so long?" Megumi asked as they started walking.

"Hehe, you see, funny story...."

And they walked back to the dorm talking.

Souma slammed the door open, loudly announcing his return.

"Souma you might want to change before you get cooking." Megumi grinned at his wet clothes. But then she squealed as Souma suddenly engulfed her in a hug, getting her clothes wet in the progress.

So they both changed and Souma went into the kitchen to start on everything else. After cutting all of the ingredients and adding them to the boiling pot of beans he only had to let them simmer. After about an hour dinner was served and he carefully arranged some leaves of cilantro on the plates for a finishing touch.

Everyone came down to eat, they even invited Takumi and Alice for a taste. And as expected they were blown away by the taste. Souma only had the video lady to thank.

And finally when everyone ate and left, Souma sat by the window with a cup of tea and just stared outside, catching glimpses of the lightning and counting the seconds to the thunder. A trick his dad taught him as a kid, to determine how many kilometers away the lightning had struck. Of course it probably wasn't actually accurate, nonetheless he enjoyed it.

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The only light came from outside and the occasional lightning. He took a sip and sat in silence.

Sometimes, I really fall in love with life. He thought.

The sound of steps made him look back. "Hey, wanna join me?"

"Sure." A sleepy Megumi answered. Souma handed her a cup of tea.

A flash of lightning appeared.

"Hey, you wanna know a cool trick?"

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So thats the end of this one-shot, I wanted to make it more about just a chill Souma loving life. Also I'm sorry that I started almost every paragraph with He, I didn't realize until later. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I only checked it twice.

Anyway, I hope you love it as much as I did writing it, and let me know if you want to see more one-shots like this. And let me know if your dad also fed you that lightning-thunder trick.❤

[thisistenhyungsunderwear]

Hello sweetheart! Since you just opened requests, can I ask for a drabble or whatever you are most comfortable writing, maybe some smut with mark tuan?? if you don't have many ideas maybe something related to a break up and how the reader always keeps running back to his house because she can't forget him... yeah you know hahaha thank you!!!

Hi I hope this works, I kinda twisted the plot in the slightest but same idea lol hehe🥰

Group: Got7

Warnings: MakeupSex, Oral!FemaleRecieving, UnprotectedSex(Wrap it before you tap it kids), kinda soft

Word Count: 1781

"You can't keep pulling this shit Mark!" You yelled into the phone. "I can't keep doing this with you. This always happens." 

"Woah baby chill out, don't start getting any ideas." He said, recollecting himself from the screaming match you both just had. 

"No Mark, I can't keep doing this, this is the third time we've fought in the past week. Aren't you tired?" Your voice broke. Mark was silent on the other end. "I don't think I can do this with you anymore. I'm sorry." This time you gave him no opportunity to respond. You hung up your phone and threw it across the room. Tears filled to the brim, threatening to fall out. Your phone began vibrating across the room. You glanced over, hope flooding you that maybe it was Mark.

No. No you didn't. You and him weren't together anymore. No more going back. The phone started its series of vibrations again. 

Lost in your emotions, you didn't even realize the tears began streaming down your cheeks. A choked sob erupted from your throat. The phone stopped vibrating. 

Your knees threatened to give out as you walked over to your phone. More sobs and gasps started as you stared at the screen.

Missed call from Mark♡ (2)

New voicemail from Mark♡

You wanted to call him back. You wanted to apologize. You wanted to tell him you loved him. But you wanted the constant fighting to stop. You wanted to stop hearing his pleas for you to stop crying. You wanted the stress to stop.

It took you a minute to pick up your phone. It wouldn't hurt to just listen to the voicemail...hear his voice one last time. 

You unlocked your phone and pressed on the notification, which brought you straight to the voicemail. Hesitantly you pressed play and turned your volume all the way up.

"Baby, y/n" Mark's voice filled the room, the scratchiness evident from the crying and yelling in his voice, "baby, please, answer the phone. I need you. I know we've been fighting and god I'm such an idiot for letting it get this far. Baby I love you, so much, and I can't lose you. Please, answer the phone. Call me. I can't lose you." 

He stayed on the line for a minute longer, choked sounds coming out, as if he wanted to say more, but he couldn't make himself, then the line went dead. 

"My god," you whispered, regret washing over you. Why did you even let it get this far. 

You let your body go where it wanted, and immediately you were rushing out the door and to your car, barefoot and in nothing but shorts and one of Mark's hoodies, of course. 

The drive to his house was short. Maybe because he only lived 10 minutes away, or because you went 20 over the speed limit. Either way, you wasted no time pulling up in his driveway and running to the front door. You knocked on the door a few times, and tapped your foot impatiently.

A few seconds later, Mark opened the door. His eyes were red and puffy, his hair was a mess. He was in sweats and a tshirt, barefoot. 

A million thoughts ran through your mind all at once, but you ignored them all and jumped forward into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed as tight as you possibly could. 

"Im sorry fuck im so sorry I cant even begin to tell you how much I regret arguing baby I-" Mark began despertely rambling to you, trying to explain himself to you.

"Mark, please just kiss me." You cut him off, pulling back to look at him.

He didn't reply. Instead he pulled you in impossibly closer and stared down at you before leaning in and connecting your lips.

Behind his kiss was more passion and emotion than any of his words could even convey to you. 

When you broke apart, he looked down at you, the sadness now gone from his eyes. He was looking at you with love in his eyes, a million emotions conveyed in one glance. 

"Let me show you how much you mean to me, hm?" he asked quietly, lifting your chin up with his pointer finger to look at him fully. You nodded slowly and leaned back into kiss him quickly, before he took your hand and lead you to his bedroom. 

Taking you carefully, he laid you down on the bed below him and continued to kiss you, never one breaking the kiss unless it was to remove both of your shirts. His hand roamed endlessly around your torso, he never left a spot untouched for too long. He shimmied your shorts down your legs, and broke the kiss to look down at your figure, clad in nothing but your underwear. 

"Do you realize how beautiful you are?" He said, awe in his voice. He leaned back down and started to kiss down your neck, and in between kisses began to whisper praises and sweet nothings. Your face flushed and you listened to his soft voice telling you how beautiful ever curve of you was, and how much he loved you.

God why would you ever break up with Mark Tuan. 

He continued to kiss down your body, and once he reached your waistband he looked up at you innocently, "May I?" He asked, motioning to your underwear. 

"Yes. Please." You whispered, and never broke eye contact as he pulled them down and off of your body, tossed somewhere in the room, along with all of your other clothes. 

He laid down in front of your core, and wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading them apart for him.

He kissed your inner thighs, alternating and slowly working his way up to where you needed him the most. Eventually he made it there, and to start he only placed small kisses around and near your entrance, and a few light pecks on your clit. 

"Mark, please." You moaned, needing more from your boyfriend. 

"As you wish." He said, and went straight in, sucking your clit and licking long striped from your entrance up. 

Your back arched in pleasure and eyes scrunched closed, lost in the euphoria only he could give you. He placed his hands on the base of your pelvic bone and pushed you down so that he could continue without interruption. 

Your moans and whines were a mess as he mercilessly ate you out, never ending pleasure washing through your body as you tangled your fingers through his messy hair. 

You could tell a knot sas beginning to form in your stomach but it wasn't until Mark inserted his middle fingers into your core where you felt the tension grow. 

"Shit shit shit shit shit-" you whispered, quieter with every syllable, getting lost in the pleasure and the sound of Mark encouraging you to cum was becoming too much. 

"Come on baby, let go," he said and sucked on your clit. That was your breaking point. The tension in your gut snapped and your hips snapped as you came, but Mark never once slowed down as you came, making sure to prolong your orgasm as much as possible. You whined telling him that it was getting to much and he slowly halted his movements. He crawled up and over your drained figure and kissed your forehead softly. 

"Think you can do that one more time for me baby?" He whispered, peering down intently at your facial expression, looking for any sign that you didn't want to continue. You nodded, still in too much shock to say any coherent words. 

Mark took your left hand and kissed the back of it before quickly pulling off his sweats and underwear. 

You watched him climb back over you and adjust himself in front of your entrance, "Ready?" He asked, awaiting your approval. You nodded yet again, this time pulling him back down for another kiss as he pushed himself into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. 

"Shit" You both gasped, the feeling overwhelming. It was more than just sex right now. Right now it was showing each other how much you really loved the other, and that somehow made the feeling even more overwhelming. 

He stayed still for awhile when he bottomed out, both of your labored breathing filled the silence of the room. 

"Go," you said looking up at him, his gaze patiently awaiting yours, nothing but loved filled his eyes and you could look at him forever with that gaze. He nodded and slowly pulled out before setting a steady pace. The light sound of slapping and quiet moans filled the room. The sensitivity from your last irgasm cause your walls to tighten and relax constantly around him as he continued thrusting into you causing him to grunt. 

"I'm not gonna last very long if you keep doing that." 

Instead of responding you reached for his arm with your own and intertwined your fingers as he began to speed up, his patience wearing thin as he got closer.

"Cum with me baby, come on," he encouraged you, going faster with each snap of his hips, "just a little bit longer, yeah?"

You moaned in response, the familiar feeling built up in your stomach as you squeezed his hand, telling him you were close. His hips got faster before suddenly he stopped, painting your walls with his cum.

You were on the brink of the edge but didn't quite make it, and he noticed right away, so his hand went to your neglected clit and ran circles around it, sending you over the edge and convulsing around his oversensitive cock in your core. You moaned out his name a few times before coming down from the high and looked up at him. You knew you probably looked like a mess, smudged mascara and a flushed face and messy hair, but to him he thought you were the prettiest girl in the whole world.

The thought of losing you terrified him and he realized that today. The sound of Mark crying was one that you never wanted to hear again. You were each other's worlds. 

"I love you." He said, kissing your forehead and laying down next to you, wrapping his arm and your waist.  

"I love you too," you said, turning to face him. "Never again." You said, referring to the worst day you've experienced, the arguments, the break up, the tears. Never again. 

"Never again." He whispered back before pulling you in closer and holding you tighter than ever before. 

 

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Hi! If you’re still doing them, may I please get a BoRhap/Queen ship? I’m a hetero girl, 26, 158 cm and chubby. I’m trying very hard to overcome my natural shyness and now I feel a lot more comfortable initiating conversations and talking in front of many people (I’m leading uni seminars actually). A huge perfectionist and even bigger nerd. Tomboyish. Don’t like PDA at all and am not a huge believer in true love. I’m a very caring, gentle, calm, kind and friendly person. I love books, films 💕💕

HELOOOOO

sorry im not active a lot yall ugh i’m working every day just so i can manage to pay rent hehe existing is hard

so, as an extension, this ship might be a little shorter than usual,, sad days :(

ships below the cut!

For BoRhap, I ship you with Gwilym Lee!

Gwilym is a complete sucker for soft babes like you! He loves your tomboyish ways and LOVES talking films with you. The height difference? No problem. He loves the fact that you’re so much smaller than him - it makes it easier to spoon ;))))

I’d imagine you and Gwilym would meet at a leadership convention - Gwilym is studying for a role, and you are studying for your seminar. You get paired together on the icebreaker activities and at first you’re both a bit shy - it’s hard to fuck up this bad in front of other people who are trying to be leaders. But on the final one, you really start to get comfortable with each other.

“I can’t believe we got the easiest exercise and we’re still managing to royally screw it up,” Gwilym laughed, glancing around the sidewalk just outside the convention center. You’d been tasked with going around and asking people on the sidewalk if they fit any of the traits listed on a piece of paper that you’d been provided. If they did, they had to sign it.

You were 10 minutes in to the 20 minute exercise - thus far, you’d only got about 2 signatures of the 15 you needed, and one of them was fraudulent.

“No joke,” you laughed, hopelessly staring down at the list for a moment before looking around at the dwindling crowd of people on the sidewalk. You’d hoped it would have been a bit more busy than this, but you’d already pestered these people that were lingering, and the others passed by without even so much as a glance. “Maybe this is a sign that we weren’t meant to be leaders.”

“Oh, don’t say that!” Gwilym replied cheerily, looking down at you with a smile and a glint in his eye. “This exercise is a load of rubbish anyways. I thought you were very leader-y when you convinced that man to sign the first line when he didn’t even like broccoli. You were very persuasive, if I do say so myself.” Giving you a impressed nod, he failed to fight back the growing smile at your amused hopelessness with the entire situation. He admired how you were able to give up when it was time and still laugh about it.

“Leader-y?” you asked teasingly, turning to glance up at him and laughing once before looking back out to the crowd again. He was an interesting sort, handsome and suave and seemingly so oblivious to those traits that he came off as a dorky, puppy dog type. “I don’t think that’s a word, Gwilym.”

“Oh? My mistake.” Crossing his arms, he kept watching you for a moment before a slow grin graced his lips, and you couldn’t help but gaze up at him curiously. Nodding out towards the street, he uncrossed his arms and held out one, offering it for you to take. 

You looked at him in disbelief, raising an eyebrow as your eyes flitted between his arm and the boyish twinkle in his eyes. “What are you up to?”

“C’mon, they won’t miss us if we grab a drink down the road, will they? I’m not usually one to skip things like these, but you’re really lovely... and I don’t really want to face our group leader when we come back with an empty page.”

Pressing your lips into a tight line, you tried to consider the ramifications. This wasn’t a university-issued leadership convention, just one that you’d picked up on a whim, but what would you miss out on by skipping? Valuable knowledge and insight?

Gwilym looked like he had a ton of that. He also looked super attractive, and how do you say no to a super attractive Welsh man asking you to grab a drink with him? All while calling you lovely?

“Lovely, you say?” Taking his arm, you took a deep, shaky breath before smiling slightly and shooting him a mildly chastising look that was immediately negated by your growing smile, matched only by his sheepish grin. “Maybe we’ll find someone who is a Sox fan.”

As he led you towards the pub he knew nearby, he launched into an animated conversation about his friend, Joe, who was most definitely not a Sox fan and lived in NYC.

You met Joe. Gwilym was not joking when he said he was not a Sox fan.

In fact, around half a year later, you were in that same pub in London, a sports bar that had begrudgingly agreed to change one of the TVs to a Sox-Yankee game for Joe, who was seated to your left. 

Gwilym, who was on your right, had brought you back to this bar once a month since you first ditched that convention. It was a cute little tradition that you enjoyed thoroughly - it reminded you of all the fun you’d had together since you met that giant of man all those months ago. 

But your favorite moments weren’t here with him - they were in the privacy of your own homes, curled up together watching some obscure film you both wanted to watch, or reading a book that Gwil had brought home from filming.

“I saw it in this cute little bookstore just off of their main street, and I thought of you immediately!”

Those private moments were the ones you enjoyed the most. That was where you felt secure, his arms wrapped around you as you both chatted on and on about your opinions of the film, his thumb brushing over your knuckles or his finger tucking a piece of hair away from your face. The displays of affection were much more plentiful there.

Right now, he had his right hand resting around the pint of beer in front of him, his left hand resting on the bar right next to your right hand, keeping distance while still managing to be intimate.

He was one and the same - PDA was not his favorite (it was a bit too ‘flashy’, in his opinion), so you both settled for very minute shows of affection. Gwilym’s hand brushed yours for just a moment, a gentle reminder he was there, and you glanced over at him with a smile before turning your attention back to Joe, who was in the middle of talking about some film he was working on when the Sox got a runner batted in.

“Anyways, I have to fly back- No, son of a bitch!” Dropping his head onto the bar, Joe cursed under his breath before hitting his forehead against it a few times, looking mildly pained while Gwil laughed at his antics.

“Mate, they’re just tied. There’s 2 innings left, tons could happen between now and then.”

“Let me mourn!” Joe replied dramatically, giving Gwilym a withering look before returning his attention to the TV screen, forgetting all about his conversation with you. So, you turned to Gwilym, resting your head on your hand and giggling softly.

“I think he’s upset.”

“Just a bit,” Gwilym replied, pinching his fingers together for emphasis, and you giggled again, shaking your head.

“It’s fun having him here for our little monthly date.”

“Fun is the word you’re choosing?” he teased gently, turning just slightly so that his knee bumped up against yours before he started to turn back and forth in the rotating barstool, looking lost in thought. “There are about 100 other words I would use to describe Joe being here right now, but I guess fun is one of them.

“Oh, we’ll have plenty of time together when he goes back to his hotel later,” you chastised softly before leaning over to gently bump him with your shoulder, an affectionate action that made Gwilym grin even wider as he, too, started to watch the Sox game with Joe. 

“Imagine what would happen if the Yankees lost.”

Joe interjected immediately. 

“I can hear you, you know!”

“Oops.

-

And for Queen, I ship you with Roger Taylor!

Hear me out!

Roger would be in your uni seminar. You’d be a tad bit older than him, a trait he found attractive. Older women were harder for him to flirt with - they were so secure in themselves that they didn’t quite fall for his boyish charms like younger women did. 

At first, he really would just try to send subtle flirtations your way when you were helping lead the seminar classes. A wink, a smile, maybe a note on an activity you had to grade.

“Name: Roger M Taylor. Date: absolutely, when and where? :)”

But your immunity to his work began to intrigue him. And he began to notice things about you that he enjoyed. You had a vast knowledge of films, including one of his recent watches, The Producers. When you mentioned it in class, he was troubled by your distaste for it.

In fact, he was so troubled by it that he showed up at your dorm later that night. 

He knew you were an RA on another floor in the building, and he made a point of coming down to your door to challenge your point of view on the movie. 

You were shocked to see one of your uni seminar students there, a freshman who you’d constantly shot down standing there in striped shirt and some jeans that honestly looked like they’d been slept in. Knowing his proclivity for occasional naps in class, though, you figured it extended outside of the classroom too.

“Why don’t you like The Producers?” he immediately asked, giving you no time to even greet him as you gazed at him, dumbfounded, from inside your dorm room.

He had a VHS copy of the movie in his hand, and he was waiting patiently for an answer, his long, dark hair mussy and falling around his face haphazardly as he shamelessly stared you down.

“Um, I- Hello, Roger?” you answered, though it came out as more of a question while you stepped outside of the door, letting it close behind you so he couldn’t see the mess you currently had folding laundry.

“Hi, Y/N. Why don’t you like The Producers?” he repeated, clearly not giving up.

“Well, it objectifies women,” you started, and Roger listened intently as you launched into a mini-tirade on the film’s casual homophobia and clear mistreatment of women. When you finally finished, Roger held up the copy and raised an eyebrow.

“Those are all good points. Can I tell you why I like it now?”

And he gave a multi-bullet speech on why he appreciated the film for its original content, non-reliance on shock value, and genius dialogue, which ended in the both of you going to watch it in your dorm so he could point out his favorite parts and you could simultaneously expose the flaws.

Later that night, you were left with a new appreciation for the genius of Mel Brooks, and Roger left with a better understanding of what could have been better. And he also left with your number, which he called frequently in the coming weeks, his words becoming increasingly affectionate. 

He went from greeting you as “Ms. Y/N” to “Lovie,” and you found that you didn’t mind the pet name. One thing you did put a ban on was PDA, and he was totally okay with that as long as he had his phone calls with you that probably racked up quite a bill but really didn’t bother either of you. 

When the semester was drawing to a wintery close, you found yourself on another late night phone call with him when he sprung an interesting proposition on you.

“Come back to Cornwall with me. Just for a couple days.”

“What?” you asked incredulously, surprised that he was that comfortable with you now. Sure, you’d went on a few dates and had met each other’s friends, but meeting his family? That was a big step. That was a girlfriend thing.

“I’m serious! I want you to meet my parents.”

You considered his words for a moment, finally dismissing it as just crazy talk. “Rog, I think you’re tired. We can talk about this after class tomorrow.”

“No, please hear me out-”

“Good night, Rog,” you cut in, Roger making an annoyed noise before sighing and reciprocating.

“Good night, lovie.”

And you hung up, thinking that was the end of it, but then you heard a knock on your door about 30 minutes later, just as you were about to fall asleep. 

Opening the door with a sleepy effort, you came face to face with Roger, who immediately made his way in and sat down in your desk chair, swiveling around to face you.

“Please come to Cornwall.”

You were still half-asleep, confused, and rubbed your eyes in disbelief. Were you dreaming?

The sound of the door jolted you awake a bit more, and you realized you were wide awake as you walked towards your bed, leaning against it and stifling a yawn. “Did you have to ask me this when I look like a sleepy mess?”

Roger was quiet for a moment, then he grinned. “Yes.”

You shot him a nasty look before hoisting yourself up to sit on the lifted dorm bed, slouching over a bit as you rubbed your face. Then, you sat up, leaning back a bit on your hands, and Roger came to stand in front of you, resting a hand on either side of your legs.

“Please? I want my parents to meet my lovely girl.”

“Girl? As in girlfriend?” you asked, in shock as you raised an eyebrow at the audacity. He’d never asked, and you’d never pushed. Shame overtook his face as he smiled sheepishly at you, shrugging a bit as he looked down nervously. 

“I just kind of assumed... It felt right. Will you? Be my girlfriend, I mean?”

Pursing your lips for a moment, you considered kicking him out. But the puppy dog eyes were relentless, and you couldn’t stay mad at him as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning forward and sighing. 

“Of course. As long as you promise not to tell professor. I might get in a little bit of trouble.”

“Oh, I’m telling her tomorrow. In fact, maybe I should call her right now!”

“Roger!”

[saltynemo]

Rainstorm

WHATADO Everybody, Its your boi Nemo back at it again with another Fanfiction. I thought about doing a Tyler Joseph fanfiction but I wasn't in the mood for making a smut, so I made a fluff! Sorry if its kind of long, but other wise, I hope you enjoy it :) (This is Jena from the future: This is one of my first stories written so pls excuse errors)

Summery: Y/n is having a hard time dealing with a storm, and Tyler decides to calm her down

Type: Fluff

Warning: !Cute Tyler!, Storms

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1.7k (1,728 words)

PT.2

So without further a do, P-P-P-P-PLAY IT:

You look outside to see nothing but dark clouds and raindrops smeared on your window. A storm was heading over you and your boyfriends house rn, and it was horrible. You didnt mind thunderstorms that much, but since your boyfriend, Tyler, was running late, it worried you. He told you he would be home at 5:00 pm, but its already 5:35 . Today was the day you would see him after what seemed like forever, since he was gone on tour. You imagined him being in a car accident, which brought tears to your eyes. Following those thoughts was a loud clap of thunder, which drove you to hide your head under the sheets and burst out into tears. Clips of Tyler being in a hospital bed or, even worse, a coffin made you cry even louder. Just then, you saw lightning flash outside your window, following a rumble of thunder. You were scared of everything at this point.

You were crying so much that you didnt hear Tyler come through the front door and into yours and his room. "Hey hey hey, whats wrong?!" Tyler said, putting down his things and running to the bed. You picked up your head and removed the covers from your face. You instantly hugged him. "Y/n, im here..please dont cry." Tyler said, petting your head, trying to calm you down. "Im sorry I was late, the rain slowed me down." he added. "I-i thought you were in a c-car accident or something worse...i was s-scared that y-you g-g-ot hurt.." you stuttered out, sniffling as well. "Aw, baby im so sorry you had to go through that.." he said patting your head. He sat besides the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You leaned your head over his shoulder, trying to calm down (you failed that part). He rubbed your back: "Hey, shhhh your fine..im here with you." Tyler said, making you become more calm.

All of the sudden, Tyler starts singing softly. His voice is like an angel. He starts singing one of your favorite songs, Truce. You start to calm down, knowing Tyler is holding you in his arms, the rain is slowing down, and a song is being sung. "Stay alive, stay alive, for me. You will die, but now your life is free.." Tyler sang, stroking your hair. You stopped crying and lifted your head from his now soaked shoulder. You face him and look into his dark eyes: "Take pride in what is sure to die..." he finishes. You lean your forehead onto his so your nose is touching his. "I love you, Tyler. Thank you." you say, pecking his lips softly. "I love you too, Y/n." he says, rubbing his nose against yours. You both chuckle at his action. You look outside your window: "Hey, it stopped raining!" you cheered. Tyler came over and also looked outside. "Wow Tyler, your voice does wonders." you chuckled. He laughed and smiled, crinkling his eye a bit. "Yea, hehe. I guess it does. Thanks." Tyler said, walking away to the bathroom. "Hey, Ty?" you called out to him. "Whats up?" he said, washing his hands. "Is it alright if we go out to eat? I dont feel like cooking.." you asked, hoping for a 'yes' answer. "Yea, sure baby! Where do you wanna go?" he replied, turning off the sink and walking out of the bathroom. You didnt want fast food, so you had to think of a nice restaurant. Tyler leaned on the wall, waiting for an answer. "How about *insert cliche Italian restaurant name*? We havnt gone in a while." you stated. "Yea sure! Sounds nice. But we cant go like this, we need to get dressed.." he said, laughing a small bit after. "Agreed!" you said, laughing as well.

Tyler heads to the shower, while you head to your closet. You pick out a nice black dress that ends at mid thigh. You pick up a black and white choker, hoping it will be a nice touch. You look in the mirror and you are happy with what you see. You hear the shower stop and sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for Tyler. Tyler comes out with a towel rapped around his waist. He pauses, looking you up and down: "Nice outfit, your gorgeous, Y/n." he said, smiling a little bit. "Thank you, Ty." you cooed. Tyler stood there for a moment, staring at your face. "You ok?" you chuckle. "Oh-oh yea, Sorry. I was blinded by beauty [(cringe cringe cringe)]." he laughed, walking away to the closet. You laughed at his words: "Nice save." you complimented. Tyler chuckled in response. He put on a nice black button up shirt and some dress pants. He didnt bother tucking in his shirt. "You ready?" Tyler asked. "Yep! Lets get going before the rain starts again." You replied. Tyler began walking out to the front door, you followed. He grabbed the keys from a little shelf by the door and headed out, locking the door behind you both. Once you reached the car, Tyler opened the passenger door for you. "Thank you" you said. "Anytime" he said, adding a smile. Once he turned on the car, you headed out to dinner.

*TIME SKIP brought to you by Patrick's fedora*

"Here you are!" the waiter said, bringing you and Tylers food. "Ah, yes. Im starving. Thank you" Tyler said, laughing a small bit after. The waiter put your food down. "Would you like anything else?" she asked. "I think were ok, thanks" you cheered, happy that the food is here. The waiter walked away to the kitchen. "So, how was your to-" you asked, suddenly cut off by a loud crack of thunder. You jump at the sudden noise. "Whoa! That was loud!" Tyler said. You sat there for a moment, shaking and wondering what just happened. "Hey, Y/n? Are you ok?" Tyler asks, concerned. "Im, i-m alright." you finally say. "Lets just eat.." you add, digging into your food.

After what seemed like a hundred noises from outside, both you finish your food. The waiter comes around and places the check. You get out your wallet to pay, but Tyler stops you: "Ill pay, its fine." he says. "If you insist." you say, laughing a little bit. "Lets get out of here, before it rains." You say, grabbing your things and heading for the door. Tyler held the door open for you and you thanked him. You headed for the car door, and, once again, Tyler opened the door for you. "Thank you" you said, following a smile. He smiled back and headed for the wheel.

The ride home was quiet (except for slight thundering), but not akward. Occasionaly, he would look over to see if your alright, and look back to the road. Once you he pulled into the drive way, he got out quickly to open the door for you. You got out of the car and headed for the door, waiting for him. Tyler unlocked the door and let you in. "Im gonna go take a shower, Ty!" You call out to him while you walk to the bathroom. You take off your dress and everything else and jump in the shower. The hot water hits you emediatly, making you feel relaxed

After a good 30 minutes of taking a shower, you hop out and dry off. You get your pajamas on and step out of the bathroom. "Hey Y/n/n. Finally out of the shower, I see" he jokes. "It felt good, ok?" you say, laughing. "Wanna watch Netflix?" Tyler asked. "As long as we dont watch Fight Club again" you say. "Whatever, what do you wanna watch then?" Tyler asked, dissapointed. "How about...Deadpool." you chuckle. "Ah, why not. Lets watch it" Tyler says, smiling from ear to ear. You smile and hop onto the bed with Tyler. You lean your head on his chest while he searches for the movie.

*TIME SKIP 1 HOUR brought to you by Tylers Left Thumb*

The jokes the movie made never got old, even though this is about your 50th time watching it. A major fight scene was taking place and you didnt want to miss it. Your eyes were glued to the screen. Tyler was tracing cirlces on the top of your head. He kissed your forehead lightly. All of the sudden, you saw a lightning flash outside your window. Before you could cover your ears, a loud crack was heard and all the lights went out and it was pitch black. You screamed and hid in Tylers arms. "Shh shh shh, its okay baby, im here for you. Tylers here.." Tyler whispered, rubbing your back softly. Your head was in his chest and your arms were around him. You let out some tears from the noise of thunder. Tyler turned on his phone flashlight for some light in the room. "Here baby, get under the covers..youll be ok, im here" He said, letting you go so you can get under the covers. He stood up and took his phone so he can get to his backpack. He picked up something but you couldnt see what it was. He jogged back over to the bed and layed back down next to you. Tyler rubbed your head and kiss your forehead: "It will be fine, honey. Just wait till the power comes back on.."he said. You were still crying a little bit, but you tried to calm down. Just then, you heard Tyler softly start playing his ukelele. You looked up into his eyes while he played. "Wise men say..only fools rush in...But I can't help..falling in love....with...you" Tyler sang. You smile from ear to ear and lay your head down on the pillow. He continues to play softly, calming you down. "Shall I stay...would it be a sin.." Tyler sings. Angels were jelouse of his voice, his voice was amazing. "If I can't help....falling in love with you.." he sings. I sit up and kiss him lighlty on his lips: "Thank you Tyler..I dont know what i would do without you.." you say, now leaning your head on his shoulder. Tyler puts his ukulele down besides the bed and kisses your forehead lighlty: "I dont know what i would do aswell, your my everything. I cant stand to see you cry.." Tyler cooes. You take your head off his shoulder and put it back on the pillow. "Lets get some shut eye.." Tyler says, laying down. You kiss his nose softly, making him scrunch up his nose. You both laugh. You turn your back away from him, trying to find a comfortable position. Tyler scootches close to you, wrapping his arms around you. "Goodnight, baby" he whispers. "Goodnight Ty" you say..drifting off to sleep.

(Sorry for any errors or POV switches. Over all, I hoped you liked it :D) (BTW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LIKES!! Send me a message or something like that if you would like a second part to this :)) )

[briteboy]

yelling @ santi, i’m evil again (what else is new), SOME REALLY REALLY OLD ASKS, one GoT spoiler at the very bottom (beware)

*angrily slaps santi* GET YOUR SELF TOGETHER YAH POOP HEAD

Lou and Fiona deserve happiness pls let it happen ty

they do ;-; it will happen, don’t worry, no one suffers forever <3 i’ve actually been planning out lou’s story and i’m excited to actualize it hehe

I just read all of Santis story. Dear god, it is amazing. I cannot begin to describe how much I love it. I have been really sick lately and have such a hard time concentrating on anything for more than one second but I have not been able to look away from this story, not even when I re-read it for the third time. You are an amazing writer and I have fallen in love with every charachter you have introduced. I teared up so many times and my heart began beating fast, it was really an experience.

OH MY GOD ;___________; YOU READ IT THREE TIMES WHAATDOSOIGODFSKL holy shit thank you so much, i don’t even know what to say right now lmao ;-; i’m just kinda in awe that i was able to grab your attention like that and that you enjoyed it so much and just askjdjfsd THANK YOU i can’t say anything else but just thank you, people like you make this all worth it <3 

A case of the novembers is the kinda story you read and you just know its going to stick with you for awhile. Like ones day, you'll be long gone in the future, doing something totally different, older wiser, all that bullshit, and you'll just randomly remember what a bittersweet story it was.

OMFG ;___; holy heck asjdjnfkdkjs this really got me right in the heart lmao. that’s the kind of story it’s always been for me and seeing other people interpret it that way as well is just mind boggling, thank you <3 

You are evil. My poor heart hurts. ;______________;

you've ruined my life

Life hack: listen to the entire Hamilton soundtrack whilst working out at the gym. By the end of it, you'll have lost half your body weight due to sweating and crying at the same time (pls help this was such a bad decision)

OMG that’s me with grimes’ art angels lmao i go hord to kill v maim and venus fly

hamilton fans also go hord i respect it. learn more about history get swole killing two birds with one stone

Okay this is so fucking random but a while ago you did a post where you talked about perfect bby gianni saying that he spent a lot of time in introspection and like Thank you 'cause now I have a word to put on this thing I do when I try to figure why I feel certain things or what my relationship with people/random shit is and why and yeah I kind of understand myself a little better now so thx a lot!!! 😘😘😘 Also, you're great.

i think i was actually talking about santi (’cause that’s where we’re at right now, in that period of introspection for him heheh) but YES omg that makes me so happy ;-; it’s a good word lmao and i do the same thing, in fact i’m always trying to figure out my relationships with everything in order to understand myself more. that’s kinda why i’m so into astrology haha. i’m glad you finally got to pin down that feeling for yourself, it’s the best when that happens <3 YOU’RE GREAT TOO 💫

NOOOOOOOO MY FAVS THIS CAN'T... LOU.... SANTI PLS... THIS IS A RIOT 😭😭

let’s start protesting santi in the streets

Hi!! Umm I'm guessing you do but just in case, did you know there was a tear accessory? I think it's an eyeliner (cause you mentioned having to draw them yourself)

yeah i do! i mentioned the ones by s-club, i’ve used those a couple times. but i like drawing them myself because i feel like it’s weird to have the same single teardrop every time one of my characters cries (and we all know they’ve been crying a lot lately lmfao) if they didn’t cry often i probably wouldn’t feel compelled to draw the tears. but i don’t mind drawing them honestly, it’s kinda fun lmao. thanks for your consideration <3 

so im sitting here thinkin....... what if santi goes on this trip and coms back and lou is in a relationship!?!?!

👏santi👏get👏it👏together👏

HE’S TRYIN

i want to die

AAAH SOLE DEVELOPMENT BETWEEN CUTE DEVIL CHILD AND I ALMOST DIED TWICE TATOO MAN YES

I HAD TO READ THIS LIKE THREE TIMES TO UNDERSTAND IT LMFAOSDOJDKF BUT YES their relationship kills me the most ;__;

wait santi tried to kys :'(

WHERE U BEEN he did  :{

what font do u use in your histories?

arial!

hi u have a really pretty blog and I hope you have a good day

THIS IS SO SWEET I DON’T DESERVE IT ;-; I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TOO HONEYBEE 🌻

nyooooooom

I WENT M.I.A FOR A LITTLE AND I COME BACK TO READ UP ON THE STORY AND HOW DARE YOU ASHDDJFKL

@teishajenaie on instagram looks like Rooney to me, idk if you'd agree but ??

i see it!! definitely in the eyes and nose. also sorry i answered this literally like 3 months later lmao

gooey by glass animals gives me santi vibes :) ive been listening to it on repeat (bc im tht bitch) and it was making me think of you and his story! c: i hope you dont mind me over here lmao anyway, im excited to see where it goes and real excited for a back story for lou!! <3 lots of love

omg haha that’s actually funny because i used it in that one scene of him tripping, although it’s like completely a gianni song to me (at least personality-wise, it’s even on his playlist on my character page) and noooo i don’t mind, i love that song and i love when people recommend me songs!! i have a whole bunch of recommendations in my inbox that i need to acknowledge omg. anyway I’M EXCITED THAT YOU’RE EXCITED, especially for lou’s story, it’s coming up reeeeeal soon <333

i feel so late to the party but i Just started reading your story like five minutes ago and im absolutely entranced by it already and i cant wait to catch up and finally understand what to heck is going on

this was sent literally forever ago when santi and molly were out there being wild in the desert lmao so i hope you caught up and everything. “entranced” omg that’s such a wonderful word i’m honored

i didnt think i could love you more but the fact that you watch arrested development makes me so happy. i cry. my boyfriend has a mr manager, bluths frozen bananas shirt thats literally my favorite thing ever.

OMGGG YES i watched it once forever ago and i need to re-watch it asap lmao. I’M PRETTY SURE I BOUGHT THAT SAME EXACT SHIRT FOR MY BROTHER FOR CHRISTMAS ONE YEAR

Just a biiig prank. Huge

this one is from so long ago i don’t remember the context but i laughed at loud when i read it. huge

i was playing with uncharted for the first time today and they said Navarro in it and i was like THATS MY BOI SANTIII

santi infiltrating everyone’s lives my bf played uncharted tho!! it looked cool. like indiana jones. i liked the marketplace part. a monkey stole his apple

Hi sunny! I really am in love with your story (even if it's tearing me apart at the moment) and just wanted to say you're cool Stay strong ma dude

HI THANK YOU <333 you’re also cool my dude and i’m sorry for tearing you apart (if it makes you feel any better this story tears me apart on a daily basis)

what packs and expansions do u have for ur game?

ummmmmm all of them except vintage glamour and fitness stuff. i wish i didn’t buy some of the stuff packs lmao but what can ya do i actually didn’t even get vampires or bowling or parenthood until like a month ago lmao i’m late to the party

Oh shit she's been dead hasn't she. Like this is all a drug or alcohol infused bender of mollys memory, she's probably never left. They're probably still at the hospital. I hope I fucking wrong but shit I also hope not. Poor santi

we’re so far past this but i just wanted to publish this anyway lmao it was a good theory! and this person was so sure of it it kinda made me wish it was true lol. sorry if that disappointed you but i’ll always remember this one in my sad sad heart 💔

how long did it take for you to make friends here? I started a simblr because I really like storytelling with my sims & I thought it'd be fun to meet people who enjoy that, too, especially since I don't have many friends irl...but I've been here for quite a few months now and it seems like no one even cares that I'm here....everyone I try to interact with pretty much ignores me after a message or two....I'm just feeling really discouraged about my presence here :/

I’M REALLY SORRY I DIDN’T ANSWER THIS SOONER ASKJDKJFSDKA (i’m sure it didn’t help the fact that you feel ignored, i really really hope you see this) but okay uhhhhhhh i only had acquaintances from 2015 up until like this year? then i started really becoming close with people. so it took a while lol, but i think everyone starts off slow because it’s mostly about the actual game we’re playing at first and then making friends just happens through that. don’t get discouraged, like i said it took a while for me. you really just need to reach out to the people you’d like to become friends with, reply to their posts, give your genuine thoughts, say something that’ll make their day...people notice that no matter what they have going on, i promise. i hope you’re still here and hanging in there. don’t get caught up in who’s talking to you or not talking to you, just do your thing, enjoy what you do, and people will notice you. <3

3. Hi so I just wanted to say that I love your story, I'm here for every update. I'm an s3 player I play s4 every once in awhile but s3 has my soul. I love Santi and I know he will be happy in the end, whether it's with Lou or not(hopefully it is tho) I only want him to be happy. I go through so many emotions in one post, like this is a tv drama and I can’t wait for the next episode. This is the end of my cut and paste. Have a nice day.❤️

HI HELLO <3 this is so sweet and i can’t believe you actually care about my story lmao thank you i’m glad you have faith in his happy ending, i don’t want anyone to think i genuinely like making my characters suffer lmao. i only do it to make the happy ending more satisfying. asjdfjksd comparing my stuff to film or tv always makes me so giddy so THANK YOU ily <333

"Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes" (Beyonce) reminds me of Molly's situation soooo muchhhh aaaahhhhh

OMG YES what a good connection. good song good connection yaeeahhh better call molly with the good hair

Ummmm... hello! I just read through your whole story with Santi and I'm like... holy fuck. Not only is your story wonderful, your editing is so good. I'm surprised I didn't shove my eyes up against my computer screen. Please continue making wonderful things and being great. Signing off 12:31 in the morning, I hope you have as much fun as you want to

“as much fun as you want to” omfgasdkngjd why did that make me laugh so much. don’t have too much fun, have the responsible amount of fun anyway HELLO thank you soooooO much ;-; pls don’t shove ur eyes up against the screen i’m almost positive that’s not good for them. but i appreciate this so much thank YOU for being great <3 signing off at 2:18 in the morning after ignoring this message for months now (i’m sorryyyyyyy) but um ily

HELLO??? I JUST READ A SERIOUS CASE OF NOVEMBER FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I'M LIKE CRYING???? y u do dis to me I hate you and love you at the same time

(I need to rant I'm sorry) My uncle is really positive towards the army and war and stuff like that and all day he's been going on about how it should be mandatory to serve in the military, especially for "little brat girls" like me? And it's stressing me out so much I want to cry :( The army and war is something that genuinely scares me and I don't want anything to do with it, but he's just going on and on! What should I do?

this is literally sooooooooo late and i feel so bad i’m sorry, i hope this still helps you out and i hope you see it tho okay. i’m pretty sure this was even before the trans military ban like whew idek what your uncle must think about that. tbh just ignore him, like i know it’s hurtful but like...what is his point in telling you this? i would’ve literally been like (sarcastically) “ok then sign me up” but i’m also a lil shit so that’s probably not the best thing to say. but really like the only thing he’s trying to do is feel powerful by means of expressing his militaristic (no pun intended) opinions to someone far younger than him. it’s so that he feels bigger and better than you (especially by calling you a brat). he’s a sad man and anyone who relies on the military, of all things, to shape a person probably doesn’t have a strong sense of self anyway. i love you okay, just ignore him, don’t let him stress you out <3

I'm a little high and it's late but I have a lot of courage now so I've been following you for a while and I just want to tell you how much I love your story! I have come across other places on tumblr who do this but none have captured me as this one did! You are amazing and I am in love with this story! Thanks fo being you! :)

ONMG YOU HAD TO BE HIGH TO SEND THIS LMAO that was me this weekend anyway thank you so much, it floors me every time anyone says these kinds of things to me and it never gets old ;-; you are so amazing ok <333

you can't possibly be offended by a homophobic joke in game of thrones, it's set in medieval times. they had several lgbt characters in it, it's not the show that's homophobic, it's the characters, which is accurate for that time period.

o i can and i will lmao i mean i get where you’re coming from but with that logic you could say it’s only accurate to put homophobic jokes in today’s media just because people are still homophobic in the time live in. i know it’s the characters, but you do understand that someone writes those characters, right? it’s bad writing. it’s lazy and pandering and because of that it’s offensive. idk if you know the exact dialogue i was referring to but it was so completely unnecessary lmfao. they could’ve made a million other jokes. regardless of how it offended me it was just BAD lmao

SPOILER BELOW OK DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YA

@ I wanna watch GoT anon: don't. It's just so fucking bad. The definition of overhyped tbh (and btw, sunny, PLS HELP HE SCREWED HIS FUCKING AUNT WTH)

LMAO SOMEONE ACTUALLY AGREES WITH ME? wow bless u. it is definitely overhyped, like it was good at first but it’s been riding that hype through these past couple of seasons to disguise the bad writing. i understand being entertained by it, but i’m always surprised when people think it’s actually well written at this point...it’s so cringey and now thanks to the season finale this fanbase will be justifying incest. great!

OK MOVE ALONG NOW

[larryiswhatilivefor]

I WAS TAGGED BY MY BETIS, @daisieslouis AND @lionheartlouist , love you sweethearts so much!!!

RULES: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours. When you are done, tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a) Age: 17 (well 16, going on 17 BUT SHUSH LEMME BE DELUSIONAL) b) Biggest fear: this world running out of chocolate (and being hated on) c) Current time: 7:16 pm (edit, i FINISHED it at 8:59 bec i had to go somewhere woops) d) Drink you last had: tea, with milk and 1.25 spoons of sugar (the perfect cuppa) e) Every day starts with: waking up ._. duh? (in all seriousness, it starts with checking my phone and replying to my messages) f) Favourite song atm: gimme! gimme! gimme! by ABBA (guilty pleasure okay fuck off) g) Ghosts, are they real?: as an intellectual alien, i can confirm i have a few ghost friends myself. h) Hometown: quoting @lionheartlouist , “mumbai meri jaan” :D i) In love with: nutella and louis tomlinson j) Jealous of: harry styles (bec he is literally married to an angel) k) Killed someone: in my head? HECK YEAH! in real? not really but @daisieslouis I can make people disappear ;) if you get what im saying l) Last time you cried: dont remember. too long ago. m) Middle name: my dad’s name but i aint letting it out hehe n) Number of siblings: 1 older brother o) one wish: i have something planned for my future, and my one wish is just hoping and praying it happens. p) Person you last called/texted: if you’re asking the ones that are on tumblr, then it’s 2 people actually, @harryspdf (talking about our chaxiversary ofc), and @justanothercrazypenguin (bec i talk to this babe everyday of my life) q) Questions you are always being asked: “Why dont you have a boyfriend?” like lmao chill my life doesnt revolve around being in a relationship r) Reasons to smile: one direction, ryan higa, @justanothercrazypenguin (and loreen) and of course, chocolate. s) Song last sung: still got time by zayn t) Time you woke up: 8:30am u) Underwear colour: white with tiny pretty purple roses v) Verse from a song you like: “Sorry love, but i don’t really care…” from Happily, and ik this isnt a verse but i love this lyric the most. w) Worst habit: getting attached too easily (record time=2days of constant texting), and caring too much about people’s opinions on me. (hoping to pull a harry styles one day and transition into worrying about being judged to flaunting all i have) x) X-rays you’ve had: just tooth x-rays y) Your favourite food: anything spicy is probably my favourite (frankies, spicy burgers, SPICY CHICKEN WINGS!…im hungry now…brb) z) Zodiac sign: Virgo (and unbiased-ly my favourite)

i tag some of my favourite people:

@justanothercrazypenguin @oliviatracknine @mistreated-hallways @iicflarrie @statuesquecurls @kiwiau @twoghostsau @theimpalasdoctorin221b @fetuslarry28 @pezzles17

(too bad if you’ve been tagged before, bec i know most of the ot14 gang were probably tagged by someone else before me, but oh well…AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DONT LIKE IT OR ARE TOO LAZY, bec tbfh i can relate)​

(and ik im a little slow but i was busy making all the things bold, and italicising the right parts, and tagging the right people. it took time to make this look decent okay stop judging me)

[iwritetomuch]

new version of you can run but you can never escape part one

(DONT READ IF SOMETHING TRIGGERS YOU!!)

It was October 19th and school just ended for the day, I hate the school I’m going to not just the fact I get bullied by the kids and teachers, no no no I didn’t care about that what I hated about school is I would have to come home to a drunk father and a terrified mother…I took a long way home so I could miss my father's drunken rage, I decided I would cut through an old park that’s not far from my house but right as I got to the entrance of the woods I got a notification on my phone about a new Jacksepticeye video.

“you know what, I think a slower walk home is a good idea” I put my headphones on and start to walk at a very slow pace, while I turned on Jacks new video which was a hello neighbor video, I loved Jacks videos especially his hello neighbor videos, its just funny how he screams making his character run around to stop mr.Willson from throwing bear traps at him. I stopped the video a couple of times when I saw jack staring creepily at the camera.. It got creeper as the video went on sometimes I would of seen him staring at me or smiling weird like, I took one head phone out seeing the sky was getting darker..

“great its going to rain that’s just fucking fantastic!” I shouted at the tree right as I heard a loud snap of a twig.. and went back to watching the video, but when I looked at the video I saw Jack staring right at me..

“ok that’s just weird and I’m now a little freaked out!” I told myself as i heard another snap and as it started to rain..

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! (Y/N) look down here at your phone screen.. You pathetic naive idiot of a jacksepticeye fan, you think this is a game? You think that im just a halloween act? Hahah you are so wrong dear (Y/N) but im real so very real and i want to let you know that i will be seeing you very….very soon goodbye… Oh and one more thing I recommend you run home! I don’t think you want to meet any of my friends right now? or do you? because I mean they really like the woods you’re in right now especially dark.. Well have fun.. ” Jack said still looking directly at me, I turned around looking every where before I heard another twig break and my phone go off causing me to jump, it was a text from a unknown number..

“oh yes if you want to live, do try and calm down mad cry just loves when his prey is scared to death….So what are you waiting for??? RUN!!” that’s all the text message said before I started to high tail it out of the woods and to my house, by the time I got to my house I had thirty text messages all from the unknown number and a town number where I live.. Since the area code was a Athlone number.. I decided to ignore the messages till after my shower… About thirty minutes later my phone went from thirty messages to seventy messages and three calls..I opened my phone to check the messages.

(A for anti’s messages J for jacks messages Y/n to ____ is you sending messages)

A:wow I didn’t think you would actually run how adorable.

J:Hello are you ok? did anti attack you?

A: you really are naive I should of mentioned running makes your heart beat faster mad cry likes that..

J: Hello oh god… Pleases tell me you are alive..

A: oh right maybe you shouldn’t leave your phone on.. That’s how virus cry can get you.. But you have yet to meet dark.. He’s a real work of art! haha

J:oh god please tell me you are getting theses messages don’t listen to Anti he is only trying to scare you pleases trust me..

A: hmm don’t want to respond what fun is that.. Im sure you have a lot of questions come on go ahead ask~

J: oh god im sorry I tried to control anti but he was to strong now he’s out… Im sorry I tried to call you a few times to make sure you’re alive please tell me you are alive and getting these messages..

A: you shouldn’t keep curtains opened that’s how people can see you!..Hehe

A: oh if you are getting any messages for someone don’t listen to them they are nobody they cant save you!!

J: please message back please

Y/N to J: don’t worry I’m ok but care to tell me what do you mean you tried to control Anti? who is this? how did you get this number? what’s going on? all of this is freaking me out!!! :’(

Y/N to A: leave me alone you demonic bastard I don’t know what you want! or What’s going on just leave me alone!! you weirdo and your friends can go Sod off!!!

After I sent those two messages I quickly closed the curtains, got dressed and started to play some games on my laptop it was about twenty minutes later when my phone went off, I grabbed it and went straight to the two new messages..I was scared to open the messages from the unknown number..So i opened the messages from the Athlone number first..

J: Well first im glad nothing happened to you, and to answer your questions, what I mean by I tried to control him..Anti was a part of me for a very long time… And recently he has gotten stronger so strong that he has a physical body of his own..And he is free to wander where ever he wants to…Right now he has taken a interested in you.. I got this number from when I was fighting anti i ripped a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket before he got away…I know you’re freaked out but please don’t be…Everything is ok and oh my name is Sean… Or better know as Jack cause i bet you figured that out just by reading the first part of the text…

Y/N to J: well nice to meet you Jack im Y/N… But knowing what happened still doesn’t make me to happy knowing we have a killer on the loose..

A: Well well telling me to sod off isn’t very nice..And you don’t need to know what I want you just need to worry about your surrounding areas hmmm… Because you telling me to sod off made me pissed off.. So watch your back (Y/L/N)!

I didn’t dare respond to Anti’s text..But thanks to him.. Im now to scared to leave my room.. Wait could he be in here with me!!!! oh I don’t like this and I don’t like him.. I was about to go back to my game when I saw a text from Jack pop up..

J: Nice to meet you too… Look its not safe to tell you everything on the phone care to meet me at my house tomorrow at one pm I will explain everything then ok? but please try to get some rest?

Y/N to J: alright sure I can meet you there..And I will try goodnight..

J:Goodnight! :)

I decided Jack was right I should get some rest.. I laid my laptop on the stand next to me, and put my phone on the night stand on the other side of the bed… I laid down to go to sleep but couldn’t wonder why it felt like someone was watching me.. I tried to ignore it before drifting off to sleep..