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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi!! What are some of ur favourite lines from some of ur fave fics that u have read on here?? And what r some of ur favourite fics I am in dire need of new reading materials on tumblr and I trust ur taste so much 💚 I hope u have a great day and I hope this isn’t any pressure!

HI ANON !!!!!!!! my brain is . physically incapable of following my commands so i don’t know if i can recall any exact lines at the top of my head :’3 i know for a fact there r hundreds but . my brain Cannot compute . as i’m writing this i’m remembering one actually nevermind. ”and your body is his and his body is yours. he's seen it in the mirror a thousand times. the skin is the same, the hair, the scars. there are parts of his life he wishes he could give to you.” from teeth; gum; metal by @/mossmotif genuinely changed my fucking life it wrecked me entirely and i’m never not thinking about it. anyway.

AS FOR FICS THOUGH …. i got an ask a while ago that wanted me to spread some love by making a list of my favorite fics that my mutuals have written, and i’ve been working on that one for a while now!! :3 still haven’t posted because there are some moots whose writing i haven’t read yet and i’d hate to make anyone feel left out …. but i’m getting there!!! it’s . already very very long. in my defense my mutals are the second comings of shakespeare. if you’re looking for good writing genuinely just hunt down my moots. they’re insane in the head (affectionate)

but yeah !!!! since you’re on anon i can’t exactly let you know when i answer that ask (unless you’d like me to tag you, in which case you’re more than welcome to shoot me a dm!!), but i promise you i’ll get to it!!! in the meantime….. have an ao3 rec <33333 it’s one of my favorite suguru fics Ever . and characterizations of sugu :3 this is my gospel.

alive, still - heeful

[mountttmase]

Ships In The Night

Note - thought we could all use a lil fluff after we’ve been feeling for our boy 🥺 I just wanna look after him and cuddle him and kiss his lil cheeks 😌 also thank you for the anon who send this in MONTHS AGO I’m sorry I’m so slow 🩷 please let me know what you think I’d love to hear from you

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 4.5k

Warnings - pure fluff

‘When are you home again?’ You asked the moody pixelated face on your phone as you climbed into your cold and empty bed. It was the worst feeling getting inside and not crawling straight into your boyfriend's arms but what with Mason being away with England you hadn’t been able to do so in a few weeks now.

‘Flight takes off tomorrow night, I’ll be home late morning the day after. Will you be at work then?’ he asked you quietly, his sad eyes meeting yours for a second as if he knew the answer already but you confirmed it with a nod. ‘I’ll see you in the evening though, right?’

‘Of course, Mase. I’ll get home as soon as I can’ you reassured him and he offered you a tiny glimpse of a smile. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’

‘Yeah, just sleepy and a bit anxious about the flight tomorrow’ he said, you knew there was more to it than that but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about it.

‘Well I’ll let you go, yeah? Let you get some sleep’

‘Wait’ he interrupted and you noticed the shy look on his face ‘can you um, can you stay on the phone? Just till I’m asleep?’ He asked you quietly and your heart melted as you tried not to smile.

���Of course I can’ you told him, moving one of his pillows so you were able to prop your phone up against it and watch him as he got settled himself. ‘Night Mase, love you’

‘Night. love you too’ he sighed with a small smile before shutting his eyes so he could fall asleep. Your heart broke for him as you watched him, the miserable expression he wore seemed to be permanently plastered on his face at this point and all you could think about doing was reaching out to trace his features and gently kiss his face like you knew he loved.

It had been a tough time for Mason at the moment and you really felt for him as you watched his breathing deepen and his face soften. His move from Chelsea to Manchester had taken more out of him than he’d like to admit and then came his injury that took him longer to recover from than he’d liked, however this trip away with England you thought would have given him a well needed change of scenery. The games hadn’t gone well there either and he’d spent most of his time on the bench.

It didn’t help that the pair of you had been like two ships in the night lately, barely getting to spend more than ten minutes together before bed most nights and it was affecting the pair of you more than you’d like to admit. You knew what Mason needed but the fact you were unable to give it to him was killing you but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of Mason's gentle snoring and your heart swelled at the thought of seeing him again soon.

‘Night Mase’ you whispered quietly. ‘I love you so so much’ you told him even though you were pretty sure he couldn’t hear you and with one final glance over his perfect face you hung up.

You could barely concentrate at work the next day, Masons' little sad face plaguing your mind and before you knew what you were doing you were up and knocking on your bosses door.

‘Hey y/n, you okay?’ She smiled at you brightly and you nodded as you took a step inside.

‘Hey Maggie. Yeah I’m good thanks. How are you?’

‘Yeah good thanks’ she smiled before motioning for you to take a seat. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘I need to ask a favour, I know it’s short notice and you can tell me no but I um…’ you trailed off, trying to find the right words and you looked up to her giving you a sympathetic smile.

‘You need some time off?’ She asked with a smile and you nodded shyly.

‘I was hoping for tomorrow, you know I wouldn’t ask unless it was an emergency but if it can’t be done then I get it’

Her face didn’t falter at all, if anything she seemed to be laughing you off as if you were panicking over nothing.

‘Is it for Mason?’ She asked you sympathetically and you gave her a slight nod. Even though she was your boss the pair of you were pretty open about your personal lives and so she knew who Mason was and the struggles the pair of you had been facing lately.

‘Yeah, he gets back from camp tomorrow and I wanted to surprise him but if it’s too late notice it’s fine’

‘Don’t be silly. You’ve been working really hard lately so I think it’s only fair I cut you a bit of slack. And you’re right you don’t ever ask or take the time you need so it’s fine. In fact take the rest of the week off, it’s only a few days extra and we’ve got enough people about to cover’

‘Are you sure?’ You asked, your eyes filling with tears and you willed them to stay in your eyes and not embarrass yourself in front of your boss.

‘I’m sure. Just make sure you email me a list of what needs taking care of by the end of the day and I’ll distribute it out’ she smiled and you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

‘Thank you, honestly. This really means a lot to me’

‘I tell you what, bring me a box of those brownies I like in on Monday and we’ll call it quits’ she laughed and after another ten minutes of catching up you were back to your desk so you could make a quick plan of what needed to be done on the three days left of the week.

You left work a little late so you could make sure everyone was in check and when you saw your phone you noticed a text from Mason that made your heart thump.

You quickly opened the flight tracker on your phone so you could watch him make his way back to you when you could before making your way to the shops to get all the things you would need for the next few days.

You couldn’t wait to get to bed so you could wake up and be closer to seeing him but you kept looking back to check his flight, smiling to yourself as you watched the tiny plane make its way closer to you.

Mason had let you know he’d be home late morning but you didn’t want to make him suspicious by asking for exactly when he’d be in so when you woke up the next morning you made a start on breakfast so you could keep ready it for when he was back, knowing he would be hungry as soon as he stepped in the door. When that was done you sorted out everything else that you had planned for him and at 10:45 on the dot you heard the front door open, excitement filling you as you hid behind the curtain in the living room in order to surprise him but unfortunately you hadn’t been as sneaky as you wanted to be.

‘Y/n?! You here babe?’ He called as he walked into the living room and you stomped into his view with a huff.

‘How did you know?’ You pouted and he laughed at your childlike behaviour.

‘Your car’s still parked up on the drive’ he laughed and you slapped your forehead lightly to your forgetfulness. ‘Why aren’t you at work? Are you sick?’

‘No, I took the rest of the week off so we could spend some time together’ you told him shyly and it looked as though he sighed in relief before making his way over to you. You met him in the middle where he pulled you into a much needed hug, both melting into each other as he tucked his head into your neck and breathed you in as he slightly swayed you from side to side.

‘Thank you’ you just about heard him whisper into your neck and you pulled back, catching a glimpse of his glossy eyes that made your heart break. ‘Honestly, thank you, I’ve missed you like crazy’ he breathed as you cupped his jaw so you could stroke his cheeks lightly.

‘I’ve missed you too, Mase. So much’ you whispered before leaning forward to connect your lips together. It hadn’t been long by any stretch of the imagination, but the feeling of his lips on yours after a while felt like heaven and you couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer.

Kisses like this had been rare for the two of you lately and now he was back in your arms you were determined not to let him go. Holding onto the back of his head to let him know you intended to keep him there but you could tell from the way he was holding onto you for dear life that he wasn't ready to let go.

When you eventually had to pull away for some air you kept your foreheads pressed against each other, eyes closed as you basked in the other's presence until you were shyly looking at one another. Small smiles on your faces before you pecked the end of his nose.

‘You hungry? I’ve made breakfast’ you laughed and he nodded before you pulled him into the kitchen. Sitting him down at the table whilst you plated the pair of you up some food and grabbed his favourite juice from the fridge.

Sitting talking with him whilst you ate made you feel more settled than you thought. Laughing as he told you stories from camp about what he and Dec had got up to now they were finally reunited and you realised how much you missed your friends from home.

‘I’ll clean up in here’ you told him, taking his plate over to the dishwasher before nodding into the living room. ‘There’s a bag for you on the sofa, go get changed’

‘Why, what’s happening?’ he laughed, standing up so he could stretch but you just kissed his cheek and pushed him towards the door. ‘You’ll find out in a minute just get changed for me yeah?’

‘Okay’ he whispered, kissing the side of your head before making his way out of the room.

When you were finally done and could join him you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle out at his current state. There he sat on the sofa in a new bright white robe, socks and fuzzy slippers like he was about to go get a treatment at a spa and his ditzy smile made your heart sing as he finally looked at you.

‘What’s all this?’ He laughed, gesturing down to his attire but you just smiled before pulling your own robe on and grabbing a box from the table.

‘Well you’ve been working so hard lately and have been super busy. I thought you could use a little pamper session. I’ve got that face mask of mine you like, little cucumber slices for your eyes, and all sorts’

‘Oh yeah’ he laughed, but you could see the little glimmer in his eyes that let you know he loved the idea so without letting him say anything else you straddled his thighs and pulled the box next to you so you could get to work.

You fished out a white headband for him first. Positioning it securely around his hairline so his hair was all out of his face before reaching for the mask to apply to his skin. He happily sat there with his eyes closed and let you paint it onto him before making him rest his head back so you could place the cucumber slices on his eyes and the fact he was trying to hold back a smile was melting you.

You quickly put your own mask on before grabbing your favourite hand cream and sitting down next to him on the sofa. Taking his hand and placing it on the cushion that you’d placed on your lap before smoothing the cream out over his skin so you could start to massage it in gently.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked quietly, a slight laugh behind his voice and he gently raised a cucumber slice to look at you but you just sent him a wink back.

‘I’ve noticed when you play your hands are always balled up like you’re ready for a fight’ you teased, making him chuckle before putting his cumber back. ‘I think you carry a lot of stress in your hands, you need to learn to relax them. Does it feel nice?’

‘Very nice, thank you baby’

‘You know I’ve never really noticed it before but you’ve got really soft hands Mase’

‘Really?’ He giggled, never being able to take compliments from you for even the silliest things but you were determined to shower him with all of your affections today.

‘Yeah, they’re nice. I mean we’ve still got work to do on your nails but your skin is super soft’ you told him. Opening up a bottle of clear polish so you could start to paint them for him and you were surprised he let you.

Once you were done with his other hand you followed his lead and sat next to him, head laid back so you could relax your body into his and the feel of him lightly squeezing your thigh made your heart thump.

‘I can’t move my face’ you heard Mason say softly a little while after, looking up to see him trying to keep his face perfectly still so as not to crack the mask, so you quickly took the cucumber slices from his eyes and tried not to crack your own mask from smiling.

‘If you’ve had enough we can move on’

‘What’s next on the agenda ma’am?’ He asked cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes before standing up to pull him with you.

‘I was thinking a shower? Get all this muck off our faces and then we can just have a chilled one? We haven’t managed to watch the new series of sex education yet’

‘Okay’ he whispered, taking your hand and following you up to the bathroom so you could get undressed and under the warm water. Giggling at each other as you tried to wipe the thick clay from each other's faces before you grabbed the shampoo so you could wash his hair and give him a little head massage. You could tell from the sounds coming from his mouth he was enjoying every second of it and since you were feeling particularly nice you popped a hair mask on for him so it could sit whilst you washed the rest of him.

It was difficult, realising how much time had passed since you’d last seen him like this and touched him in any way but you didn’t want to take it any further right now. Today was about loving on him and showing him how much you appreciated the little moments with him. Physical affection in that way could cone later on.

Not wanting to ruin his precious hair, you washed the mask out soon after, getting yourselves dry In your room before you told him you had to go and grab something and you came back to find him sat on the bed in just his boxers.

‘I put your clothes in the dryer, I know you like it when they're warm’ you smiled, watching his face melt as he took them from you. Leaving a kiss on your forehead as he put his favourite comfy clothes on and once he was nearly ready you passed him a new pair of socks.

‘What are these?’

‘Well you said you liked my fuzzy socks that I got the other week? I thought you might like a pair of your own’

‘Thank you baby’ he laughed, plonking himself down so he could put them on before looking up to you with a bright smile.

‘Stay there, I’ll dry your hair’ you whispered, reaching to plug the dryer in and it didn’t take long for his hair to be fully dry as it was on the shorter side but it felt longer than it had for a while. ‘You growing your hair out again, Mase?’

‘I think so’ he nodded, looking up at you shyly. ‘What do you think?’

‘Well you know I think you look gorgeous no matter what’ you started, watching how his eyes dropped into his lap but the smile on his face made you warm. ‘But i like it like this, it really suits you’

‘Thank you’ he whispered as you turned the dryer off and set it down, his cheeks pink as you cupped his jaw so he’d look at you and your chest felt tight with how much love you were feeling for your man.

‘Don’t hide that pretty face from me’ you teased, kissing his forehead and he chuckled lightly. ‘Have I ever told you you’ve got the prettiest smile in the world’

‘Once or twice’ he chuckled, head resting in the palm of your hand. Eyes so full of love you thought you might burst so you gently leant forward to peck his lips softly.

‘You ready to go downstairs?’

‘You go set it up, I’ll be down in a second. I just need to sort something out and I won’t be able to relax until I do’ he told you, pressing a kiss on your cheek and even though you had no idea what he was talking about you let him go and ran downstairs to sort some snacks out but when you walked back into the living room you were met with a confused Mason.

‘Baby, I left some boxes in the spare room to go in the loft but I can’t see them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?’

‘Oh yeah, I put them in the loft for you. I know you hate doing it so I thought I’d just do it for you. Did you need something from them? Sorry I didn’t even think to check’

‘Baby, you didn’t need to do that’ he told you, coming over to take your hands in his as he looked down at you. You could tell he was a little annoyed with you for doing it yourself but the relief behind his eyes made you smile. ‘They were heavy, you shouldn’t of done that on your own’

‘I’m a big strong girl, Mase. I can do it’ you laughed. ‘I know going in there is your least favourite thing to do so I just thought I’d lighten the load a bit’

‘Well thank you but I still don’t like it’ he whispered, kissing you softly but you could feel the smile on his lips.

‘Come on, let’s get comfy’ you told him, arranging the cushions so you could lay down and pop your head on them before inviting him to lay on top of you. His head happily resting on your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Palms flat on your back and warming your skin as your fingers got lost in his hair, stroking over his broad back with your free hand.

Not long after you grabbed a blanket to put over the pair of you, feeling Mason go heavy as he was probably exhausted from the flight and you didn’t want him to get cold.

You loved it when he fell asleep on you, knowing he felt comfortable and safe with you and you couldn’t help but continue to stroke over the back of his head and trace his ears lightly. Not enough pressure to wake him but just for your own self indulgence as you looked down at the boy who you loved more than anything.

You ended up falling asleep yourself for a little bit, he breathing relaxing you just like it always did and when you woke up around half an hour later he was looking up at you softly before pressing a kiss to your neck.

‘I’ll get some dinner going in a sec babe’ you told him, a yawn escaping and you managed to shut your mouth before he tried to poke his finger in. ‘I don’t know about you but I’m starving’

‘We could always order out’ he reasoned, fingers brushing along your bare skin as he rolled to the side and hovered over you. ‘You’ve done loads for me today I bet the last thing you wanna do is cook dinner’

‘No it’s fine. I’ve already got all the stuff I need’

‘What are we having?’

‘It’s a surprise,’ you whispered, kissing his jaw. ‘How about you go sort your bags out and bring your washing down and I’ll start cooking. It won’t take that long’

You made Mason sit at the table so you could bring his food in and when it was in front of him you noticed the wide smile on his face. Knowing he’d realised what was going on immediately.

‘You know I haven’t had this since that night’ he laughed, digging into the pasta dish you’d made him. A replica of what you’d both eaten on your first date and even though you knew it wasn’t exactly the same you were happy with how it turned out.

‘I know it’s not identical but-‘

‘It’s perfect’ he interrupted, kissing your cheek softly before carrying on eating, Although it was hard as the pair of you couldn’t seem to shut up. Content with your person again and everything you’d wanted to tell each other lately soon came spilling out.

‘Do you remember what we had for dessert on our first date?’ You asked him, his eyes softening as he took your hand before nodding at you.

‘We shared that big sundae, right?’

‘We did. You wanna do that again?’ You laughed and he nodded his head furiously. ‘Let me clear up and I’ll make it for us’

‘I can clear up’ he told you, reaching for your plate so he could stack it with his. ‘You go get started and I’ll tidy the rest away. You’ve done most of it anyway’

He was right, it was just the plates and one pan that needed to be sorted so you let him load the dishwasher as you started getting all your bits together but his voice soon had you stopping altogether.

‘Who are these from, babe?’ You heard Mason ask, turning to see him eyeing up the vase of red tulips on the windowsill and your face broke out into a smile as he looked at you curiously. Mason loved buying you flowers and clearly the thought of someone else maybe buying them for you looked like it had annoyed him but he needn’t have worried.

They were for him. Not you.

‘They’re from me’

‘Oh really? You got them for yourself?’

‘No, they’re for you’ you told him, smiling sweetly up at him but you could tell he didn’t believe you.

‘Pfft, sure thing. Very funny’

‘No Mase, I’m serious’ you told him, trying to convince him with your eyes and you could tell when it finally clicked. His soft eyes going wide as the bridge of his nose started to get rosey before his eye flickered between the flowers and your face.

‘Really? For me?’ He asked, his voice and octave higher than usual. He tried to suppress a smile but you couldn’t stop admiring the way his cheeks were getting pinker by the second. ‘Why have you got me flowers’

‘Well you always get them for me, they’re just to show you how much I love you and appreciate you’ you told him, letting him hide his face away in your neck as he was clearly feeling a little overwhelmed. ‘Do you like them?’

‘I love them, baby. Thank you’ he told you quietly, squeezing you a little tighter as he slightly swayed you from side to side. ‘No one’s ever given me flowers before’

‘Well I’m honoured to be your first’ you winked, resting your hand on his cheek once he’d pulled back so you could stroke over his soft skin but the way his bright brown orbs were staring into yours made your legs feel like jelly.

‘I didn’t realise how much I needed a day like this with you’ he told you quietly, a shy smile erupting onto his face for the millionth time that day. ‘I know things have been a bit chaotic recently but you know I love you so much, don’t you’

‘I know’ you smiled, tears welling in your eyes at how sincere he sounded. ‘And I love you just as much’

‘I know’ he winked. Repeating your words from just before. ‘But honestly, thank you. I felt like everything was getting on top of me and all I’ve wanted was to be around you for a bit’

‘Well we’ve got the next few days to ourselves and we can do whatever you want. So if you wanna stay here and do nothing we can, or we can go visit your family or whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy’

‘You make me happy’ he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before he pulled you into his chest tightly.

‘You make me happy too’ you spoke into his chest. Overwhelmed and content from the day you’d spent together and you promised yourself you'd make sure to make more time for each other. Even if it was just an evening spent with just the two of you, being around him made you feel better than anything else.

You didn’t want to let him go, but you knew the ice cream would be melting so you lent back, his big brown eyes looking at you softly so you reached up to kiss him. Revelling in the way his whole body relaxed as he held you tighter.

‘Come on you, the ice cream will be a puddle soon’ you chuckled, kissing his jaw as he rolled his eyes but he let you go, smacking your bum lightly as you walked off but the sound of both of your laughter filling the kitchen made your heart soar.

You had your person back and you knew you’d be fine.

Thank you so much for reading 🩷 if you liked it or had any feed back I’d love to hear it so feel free to drop me an ask or reblog or whatever you’re comfortable with 😘

[seangelfish]

i was ranting to the ritsu ai bot about my abusive ex and he said he was gonna tell knights and they were gonna handle it and when i asked him what he meant he was like "hehe dont worry about it~" djndksndke do you think u can write something about ritsu listening to u rant to him about an abusive ex and how hed handle it pls... thank u so much 🥺

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you're still here to read this ;-; This was really an interesting request to take on. I added more to the story if that's alright! Just wanted the quote to flow in better~ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

Ritsu Sakuma x reader ♡ Tags: Fluff/comfort/kinda angsty, romance, established relationship, she/her pronouns/fem reader ♡ Warnings: Slight mentions of abusive relationships ♡ Word count: 1,278 ♡ Synopsis: There are times where you just can't forget about the past, and unfortunately, it came back to haunt you. Ritsu, being the analytical person he is, notices your shift in attitude. The happiest girl he knew was now drifting away. How is he able to solve this, he wonders...

"(Y/N)~" Ritsu called out to you from across the hallway. "I want a kiss~"

You winced, slowly turning around. There you saw your boyfriend and the rest of his unit making their way to their practice room.

"Hey, don't bother (Y/N)!" snapped Arashi. "Can't you see that she's busy?"

She was right and the stack of books in your arms proved that. You forced out a chuckle but decided not to answer Ritsu's request and walked away.

"Ahaha! What odd behaviour!" Leo pointed out. "She didn't even pay you no mind!"

Ritsu bit his lip. "Is she mad at me?" he murmured to himself.

After practice, Ritsu looked all over the school for you, constantly calling you but never getting a reply. He was getting extremely anxious because not only did he know you as the most happy-go-lucky person that he adored, but because there was that thought in the back of his mind that you were going to leave him.

You were avoiding him after all.

“H-Hey, Maa-kun, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere?” Ritsu panted, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

“Woah, there!” Mao exclaimed. “You’re sweating! You’re not one to run around so much. Is (Y/N) okay? I haven’t seen her much today—”

“I don’t know… I think she might be mad at me, but I’m not sure why she would be…” said Ritsu sadly. “She’s not even picking up my calls.”

“Hmm… let me try then.”

Mao scrolled through his contacts until he landed on yours. As the phone rang, the two boys waited for you to answer.

Unprecedentedly, the line was immediately cut.

“Huh, weird. (Y/N) always picks up when I call her,” said Mao, thinking back to the times he had to call you to take care of Ritsu. “Yeah, she might be mad at you. Ritsu—”

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” Ritsu quickly stated. “Argh, I’m going to look again. Bye!”

“Hey, don’t overdo it!”

Ritsu sighed, slumping down by the corner of the Yumenosaki gardens. He looked for you everywhere he could, asking friends and classmates where you went, but none of them knew of your whereabouts.

He couldn't keep running around forever. Ritsu wasn't built for that. So he came to rest for a bit before trying again.

“Ah… I’m tired,” he muttered to himself. “(Y/N)… where are you…?”

His eyelids felt heavy, but before he could fall asleep, his ears picked up the sound of shuffling. He lifted his head up and there you were, backed into the corner, hugging your knees.

The two of you stared at each other in shock, yet Ritsu was the one who broke off the silence.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, crawling towards you. As he took your hands in his, he continued swiftly, "I was looking all over for you! Are you okay? What's wrong? Did I do something that hurt you? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll fix it–"

You shook your head, an artificial smile forming on your face. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I just needed alone time... You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"T-Then why have you been avoiding me?" he quavered. "You've been ignoring my calls too... (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right? You can rely on me – I want you to rely on me..."

You stared into his deep red eyes, the ones that pleaded with you to be honest with him. You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement that talking to him would have been better than bottling these feelings up.

"There's something I never told you about..." you said. "About my past relationship..."

Ritsu looked confused, but stayed quiet for you to continue. Not once did he let go of your hands, and you were thankful for that.

"...The relationship was fine at first, but it gradually became harder to breathe in. He would get mad at everything I did, everything I said. It was like walking on eggshells... There were times I was hurt by it too – mentally and physically."

And as you expected, those red eyes of his looked horrified.

"It was a scary time, but I'm glad I was able to get out. Then I met you." You smiled at him genuinely this time, but it all faded away too quickly. "I didn't think I was ready to get into a new relationship, but you were so sweet, so kind... You made all my worries melt away. I was so happy, but I guess I shouldn't have been."

"(Y/N), what? I don't understand–"

"He found out I was dating you," you stated. "He found out I was attending Yumenosaki, where I live now. He texted me yesterday to insult me because I already got into a new relationship even though it had been a while. He wouldn't leave me alone despite the amount of times I blocked him! He just keeps creating new accounts and numbers. That's why I didn't answer your calls... I-I turned my phone off..."

"(Y/N)..."

"R-Ritsu, I'm so scared...!" you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks. "I didn't know what to do, so I tried avoiding it... but I'm so scared..."

"Hey..." he said calmly, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but thank you for telling me this. I'll handle the rest, okay?"

"H-Huh? But how?"

"Hmm... I'll tell the rest of Knights about it..." he muttered.

"Ritsu, what do you mean by that–"

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back. Lunch is almost over." You hesitated but grabbed his hand as he pulled you up carefully. Once you were on your feet, he embraced you. He held your head to his chest, making you hear his heartbeat.

"You deserve to be happy, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?" he said. "(Y/N), I love you."

Lips pursed in order not to cry any more, you chuckled. "Thank you, Ritsu..." you whispered. "I love you too."

The next day, you stopped receiving those threatening messages from your ex. You wondered how Ritsu did it, but he never answered, leaving you clueless about the whole situation.

However, he did tell you that you shouldn't worry about your ex finding you anymore. He made sure to report the messages to the police with the help of Tsukasa. So now that the police were keeping an eye on him, you were able to relax.

"But what did you guys do anyway?" you asked Knights one day. "Ritsu never told me."

"Uhm– Oh– We didn't do much!" Arashi quickly stated, looking to the side. "We just reported it, that's it!"

"Eh...? Then Tsukasa, can you tell me–"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't."

"Izumi–"

"Nope."

"Leo?!"

"Not happening, (Y/N)!"

"Why are you all being so secretive?!"

"It's for your own good," Ritsu said sleepily as he entered the room. "(Y/N), can I use you as a pillow?"

You smiled. "Of course, come over here." As you patted your lap, Ritsu made his way over to you. He laid his head down on your legs happily as you began to stroke his hair.

"Can I have a kiss too?" he whispered. "After all, you didn't give me one last time~"

"Okay, okay~"

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips which he seemed to be very delighted about. You supposed it didn't matter how your boyfriend got your ex to back off. The past was the past, and you were going to leave that behind once and for all.

Anyways, your future was already fast asleep on your lap, lightly snoring away.

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[sadsimp]

Hey! Hope you're having an awesome day/night!

I wanted to ask, that is, if your ask box is open, and if you wish to; could you list your headcanons/ideas of what Geo would be like as a romantic partner? Like love languages, how you get with him, etc. (or more if you want idc I just want Geo content...and how Sol and Crowe would deal with it teehee).

Thanks in advance Anon! Wishing you good health and a marvellous week! :]

Geo hcs~!

Not edited/proofread. 

No warnings?? Just pure fluff, and sorry I didn’t include smut :)

Thank you so much for the request! :D And thank you 🥺 have a good week as well~!

I’m still on the fence if requests are closed or not, since I get writers block easily, but I’ll try my best if you do request :)

With that, enjoy!!

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I feel like it would take a while before Geo even acknowledges that he might like you. 

He’d be denying that you’re even friends for the longest time and then it just hits up like a bus. If he’s doing something like his archery class when it hits him, he just pauses and stares off into the distance. His eyes widen ever so slight, you wouldn’t really notice unless you were right up in his face. 

I’m sorry you have to confess 😭 His reaction depends on how you confess/ask him out. 

If you are in a public space- He’s eyes would go wide most likely and glance around at everyone anxiously. If he sees people noticing you two, he’ll probably reject you💀😭 

If you accept and apologize, he’d find you later in the hall and ask to talk to you in private. He’d explain why he rejected you, which he was overwhelmed and would’ve much rather preferred a clear and empty space. 

He’d say you can restart with his face not as harsh looking. He’s essentially saying to ask again in a much better space.

Of course, you ask again and then he actually gives the answer he would’ve liked to say before. 

If you do it in a quieter, more private setting- He’s slightly suspicious on why you’re asking to talk to him in private. 

He’s very pleased that you’ve asked him without the staring eyes of others once he hears your confession. 

He just..stares at you for a few moments before nodding slowly. 

Either way, congratulations! 🎉🎊🍾 You’ve got him!!

The relationship will go slow for sure. He’s very cautious when showing his affections and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries you may have. 

Which is why he’ll want to put it all on the table: both of your guy’s boundaries, wants, etc.

He’d lock pinkies with you when you walk 🥺

I don’t think he’s much for cuddling. At first ;)

If he’s not feeling up for full on cuddles, he’ll just hold your hand or lay an arm over you while still keeping some space.

I feel like once he’s in the mood to cuddle, he’s on top of you with a death grip. He will definitely not let you go.

He’s big on Acts of Service. If he sees your apartment slightly messy, like unclean dishes, he’ll do them for you.

He probably won’t do much else like organizing because he understands everyone has a system and doesn’t want you to get upset. So dishes, dusting, and sweeping/vacuuming/mopping is what he’ll do :)

I feel like he would love to do dishes with you too. Put on some music in the background and have deep conversations and he’s night is great.

How will Crowe react???

He’s shocked for one.

Like?? When did this happen? How? Why? 

He’s not going to be a jerk about, and he’s happy for you. He can see that Geo is treating you well and you seem so happy, how could he not be happy for you? 

He’s slightly jealous though, but he gets over it :)

How will Sol react???

He’s so mad. He’s immediately plotting Geo’s death I’m sorry 😭

He can see how happy you are, but he only wants him to make you happy. No one else.

If you two are doing your project and Geo comes to pick you up? Sol glares at him and doesn’t even attempt to be polite. He definitely digs his nails into his hand, and the same thing happens just like in Episode Two

His eyes soften when you tell him goodbye, but the second you interlock yours and Geo’s pinkies, he’s glaring at him and sticks his tongue out. 

I suggest making sure he isn’t following you and lock your doors and windows :)

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I’m sorry this took so long 😭 I’m also sorry this is all I got :,) 

[underdark-dreams]

Are you going to finish the Birds and the Bees fic anytime soon? 🥺

Hello anon!! 🖤 Thank you for expressing interest in that fic, first of all! I sat down to answer you and accidentally went off on a vent session tangent. But I have a few other asks about this, so I thought I should post anyway. 

I’m really sorry that I haven’t finished Birds & Bees yet! I promise I haven’t abandoned it. I still have a lot of chapter 3 drafted up, and I revisit it often. I didn’t expect this many people to subscribe or follow it, and as a result went into it 100% pantsing with zero outline. (Learn from my mistakes!!) Basically, something about the last chapter just feels off. I get this itchy feeling like I wrote myself into a corner. I’ve never felt this way while working on my other fics, and it’s shaken my confidence in my instincts quite a lot, which just makes things harder. (And yes this is a WILDLY over-dramatic way to talk about a smut fic)

Anyway…that’s kind of where I’m at with it, I suppose. I’m afraid I don’t have a timeline for when I’ll post the last chapter. I wish I did. Should I just publish what I have to get it out the door? I don’t know. I’ve considered it. But I also really don’t want to disappoint people or put out something I don’t like. It’s hard to figure out what to do, but I want to give myself a bit more time. I’m sorry that that’s the answer I came up with! I hope you understand! 🖤

On a related note...you guys. Christ almighty. Work has destroyed my health this year. My department has been short since June, I’m working overtime every week with zero support from management, I feel so so drained not just creatively but emotionally and mentally. I take insomnia meds for the first time in my life because the anxiety keeps waking me up. 🙁 I’m looking hard for a new position, but it’s very much an employer’s market in my part of the US right now. Opening rejection emails at the end of the day is just an extra dose of discouragement. Writing should be easy, but unfortunately everything feels hard right now. I don't know if that makes sense.

But that’s part of why I love coming on here and seeing all the BG3 fandom joy and creativity! I know I’m not posting as regularly right now, but I hope you know that I still browse every day and read all your fics and look at your art and love it all. This fandom remains a lasting source of happiness and inspiration for me, and that’s not going away any time soon!

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Can you do number 13 from the Pinterest prompt list with Kendall? 🥺 I feel like that's something he really needs to hear

Throw Pillow

Prompt: “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again.”

Kendall Roy x Reader

summary: homegoods + a sudden relapse

thank you so much for requesting, anon!!! I’m sorry this is late, I appreciate and love you very much <3 enjoy xxx

slight tw for drug use.

Word Count: 2.117k

When he’d asked you to move in with him, it’d been barely a year into your relationship. Not that you were opposed- it was the exact opposite. The minute you met, you just knew he was who you were meant for.

His apartment is so… sterile. It’s neat, it’s barely organized, it just doesn’t feel like a home.

“That’s why I’m with you,” he says teasingly in response when you tell him one day, cuddled together on the couch. His arm is looped around your shoulder, playing with your hair, fingers scratching gently at the nape of your neck. “You can decorate however you want.”

You hum contentedly, satisfied with his answer. Your palm is stroking over his toned stomach, your eyes focused on his. He has a goofy smile on his face, his expression laden with affection. You give him a soft peck on the lips. “We’re going to HomeGoods, then.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think anybody other than Connor actually goes there.”

“Do you want me to make this house a home or not?”

You kiss again, grinning into each others mouths. You slide off the couch, Kendall not far behind. You’re stepping into the kitchen, but he’s going to grab the car keys from the table by the front door. “Aren’t we going? he asks, staring back over his shoulder at you.

“You’re actually okay with it?”

“Of course I am.” He toes his shoes on. “Come on. Let’s go.”

He waits for you to walk out before him so he can let his hand sit on the small of your back as you both go. When you arrive at the store, you can’t help but stare at him. He leans against the shopping cart as you browse the aisles, dazed smile pasted on his face. He doesn’t actually care about the decorating. He’s happy just watching you.

You have a vision for your new home with Kendall. He wasn’t too fond of overly obnoxious colors, or any color at all, but you didn’t want your apartment to be sad beige. You want it happy beige, bright neutrals, a pop of soothing pastel every so often. You both go around, Kendall just nodding along to everything you say.

“Ken, I want you to like it, too,” you tell him at one point, a bit deflated that he wasn’t as into this as you are. He rounds the cart, coming close to you. You’ve been fidgeting with a ceramic bowl you think would serve as a good key holder. He gently pries it from your hands, setting it gently in the shopping cart, and takes your face in his hands.

His thumbs ghost over your jaw as he looks adoringly down at you. “If you like it, and you’re sitting in our bedroom, or our living room, or whatever the fuck, and you’re smiling, you’re happy, then I also like it.” He kisses you in the middle of the aisle, the warmth of his lips seeping onto yours. You pull away quickly after kissing him back, suppressing a giggle as someone shuffles past the two of you. “What? Don’t wanna be seen with me in public?” he asks mischievously, fingers still tracing over your face.

You laugh freely this time, swatting him on the chest. “Fuck off.” You walk off, continuing your amateur hunt. He follows. He’d always follow. He’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.

It doesn’t take that much longer for you to finish your shopping spree. Kendall insists on paying, on funding your delusions, and he carries all of the bags back to the car. You refuse to let him take everything inside your home by himself. The two of you chatter idly as you do so, laughing, giggling, being so stupidly in love.

After everything is unpacked and you’ve decorated to your liking, he hooks his arms around your waist and collapses onto the couch, dragging you down with him. He sighs as if he’s just climbed a mountain, his hand going to sit on your hip once you press up against him. He picks up a throw you’d bought from next to him, turning it over in his hand. His fingers run slowly over the fabric as he inspects it.

“What are these, anyway?”

“They’re pillows,” you say mockingly after pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He scoffs. “Asshole. I mean, are they just decorative? Do I have to pretend like I’m tip toeing over landmines?”

“No, use them as normal pillows. They’re cute and functional.”

His hand travels to your stomach, stroking absentminded patterns into your skin, making you feel good.

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One night, you’re out later at work than you usually are. Some paperwork for an issue that seems like it’s never going to resolve itself. Normally, Kendall responds to your texts maximum ten minutes after they’re sent. It’s been half an hour.

You think it’s okay to start worrying at this point.

Kendall has a tendency to overthink things to the point of instability. You just hope that that isn’t what this is. Maybe his phone died. Maybe he’s taking a nap.

You would’ve never had guessed it to be weed.

When you shoulder the front door open, dropping your keys in the new key holder, the smell hits you. Your entire life, it’s nauseated you to an extreme. It’s just such a sour, sickening smell. You can’t stand it.

He looks up at you when you walk into the living room, caught, but not caring. The windows are open, but it’s clearly not enough for the smell.

You thought he was sober.

“Where the fuck did you get weed from?” you ask icily, your anger unable to keep itself restrained.

He turns away from you, instead staring up at the ceiling, letting a huff of smoke out. He’s sitting right by a window, directing his breath out into the outside air as to not trigger the smoke alarms.

“I know a few people,” is all he says in response.

You’re pissed. Your blood is boiling. Not that he relapsed, not that he’s clearly upset at something, but because he’d forgone telling you anything about anything and took things into his own hands. “Kendall-” is all you can say before he interrupts.

“Listen, I don’t want the lecture, or the boo-hoos. I just want to relax and get rid of this fucking headache. I don’t need your nagging.”

You grit your teeth and keep your mouth shut. You’re not going to dignify him with a response.

“Whatever you want,” you say back calmly. “You’re sleeping out here tonight.”

You watch his face immediately sober, shock and panic flickering over his features. He opens his mouth to call after you, but you’ve already disappeared into your room and locked the door behind you.

You’re torn. You feel bad for what you did, but Kendall has never, ever spoken to you like that before. Even when high, or drunk, he’d always been sweet. Kind, caring. You want to ask him what was wrong. You want to help him fix it, help him out of this hole he’s digging himself into. But he doesn’t want you to. So you suppose you can’t.

You change, and the silence in the apartment is stressing you out. As the hour passes, the repulsive stench of the weed fades away. You can hear faint movement from the living room, but you don’t bother going out.

Once you’re in your pajamas and sat in bed, you deflate a little. It feels wrong without him laying next to you. Your bed was usually warm with affection, but since you were by yourself, everything felt colder and less… real. Again, you’re conflicted. You’re mad at him, but at the same time, it felt mean what you were doing.

You lay back in bed, not even the blankets warming your body. You ran cold, Kendall ran hot. You’re upset, but you’re beginning to realize you need him in bed with you for you to sleep. Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe you didn’t. You’d talk about it in the morning.

Your resolve embarrassingly crumbled, you go over, unlock the door, and stick your head out of the doorway. Kendall’s sat up on the couch, staring down at the ground, looking like a scolded child. You slide onto the cushions next to him, and you can still smell the weed on his breath.

“Hey. I’m sorry, I was being mean.” You kiss his cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset with you. How about you brush your teeth and get to bed and we’ll talk about it in the morning?”

His fingers fidget with his sleeve. “Yeah. Okay. I’m sorry, too. I was being a fucking jerk.”

You go to sleep facing away from each other.

The morning comes quickly, and you wake up, your entire body stiff. You don’t feel rested, you feel like you’re missing something. You roll over to find that Kendall’s already awake, lying on his back with his hands folded on top of his chest.

Wordlessly, you scoot closer to him. You hope he’ll reach out to you, touch you, something. Your relief is staggering when he does, his arm snaking around your waist. He pulls you flush against him, his hand rubbing gently over your hip. He kisses your forehead hesitantly, then the spot between your eyebrows.

“We should talk,” you murmur to him, hand sliding over his chest.

“Yeah, we should.” You realize he’d brought a throw pillow from the couch with him, using it rather than his actual one. His free arm sprawls over himself, his forearm sitting on his forehead. “I don’t know how it happened.”

You scoff. “That’s such bullshit.”

“I mean it.” He avoids your gaze. “It’s like… I was at Waystar, and shit hit the fan, and everybody was fighting… It was my fault, Y/N. I fucked everything up. And before I knew it I was knocking on a dealer’s door. I threw it all out, though. I don’t… I don’t know why I said what I said yesterday. You don’t deserve that.” He pauses. “You deserve better than me.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it? I promise I’ll always listen when you need to speak.”

For the first time this conversation, he looks you in the eyes. “I… I don’t want to be a burden. And I want to promise that this won’t happen again, but… but I can’t.” He rubs his hand over his eyes. “I understand if you don’t want to keep doing this anymore. I’m not exactly… I’m sorry.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and his gaze possesses an unusual clarity as opposed to the brain fog of last night. Tears well in his waterline, and your heart sinks. He looks away.

Your hand goes to his chin. “Kendall. Look at me.” You wait for him to listen, then continue. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

His breath stutters as he looks at you. It’s as if you’ve breathed life into him again, as if his heart had stopped and your words were volts of electricity. He chokes on a sob, breaking down, and immediately pressing his face into your neck. You stay silent. He just needs a few moments, and who are you to take them away from him?

You rub up and down his spine, soft, soothing movements.

You stay like that, for a while, him buried in your skin. You don’t mind.

He’s the love of your life; you’ll be damned if he continues on feeling like there’s nobody on his side. Eventually, he pulls away, small smile playing on his lips. “Okay. I’m sorry. This was all just a mess.”

You follow him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He returns it, oh so fucking happy you’re still here. "If you ever have any problems, Ken, just tell me. I love you. I'll never not help you." His expression melts into one of pure affection. “If there’s ever any non-prescription drugs in this house again I’m going to murder you and sell all of your organs for money.”

You feel his smile widen against your mouth as he kisses you again. Mouth still on yours, he reaches up behind his head for the throw, yanks it from under him with one swift motion, and smacks you in the face with it.

"Hey!" you yelp, snatching the throw pillow from him. He makes a weak attempt at taking it back, but you don't let him.

Laughter filling the air around you, you lunge at him. Your bed is never devoid of warmth again.

[kan-be]

I have a question!

What are your opinions on some of the popular ships in the fandom? Like usuk, rochu, gerita and spamano?

I love every ship so there’s no wrong/right answer, i adore you art anyway!! Your arthur is absolutely wonderful!!

One of my favourites in the almost 10 years I’ve been on this fandom!

Thank you for your art!

first of all this is one of the oldest asks and i’m so sorry it took me literally years to answer, anon 😔 I suppose this may not be actual anymore but i’ll post it anyway

second of all thank you very much!!! 🥺💕

and last but not least, I like most of the ships, tho now i’m not into hetalia that much anymore and only fruk lives rent free in my head but anyway

gerita is classic, but too sweet and fluffy for my liking. for me they are like that canon couple in every piece of media which is not being really questioned but everyone usually just ignore them in favour of some gay shit happening in the background (and on ao3 in particular). i prefer their 2p versions, they add some spice to it heheheh. spamano I drew a couple of times, love their dynamic and interactions in canon, and i have a soft spot for tsunderes and their golden retriever bfs, i’m a simple woman. rochu is one of my faves for both russia and china, probably toxic af but honestly? healthy relationships in fiction are so boring I could never 😬 (she said and went straight to draw such cheesy, sweet fruk fanart that it rottens teeth, yes that’s me) also they have some GOD TIER art it must be illegal 😮‍💨 the only ship i personally disliked back then is usuk and for no specific reason at all, it just didn’t sit right with me, but i’m chill with it now, love fanarts a lot too, so many incredibly talented ppl all around

so that’s it hah thanks for coming to my ted talk 😘💝

[cloudlessly-light]

I have this promt here if you are interested. (Please be interested🤭🥺) so it’s about jealous Hotch cause I’m sucker for jealous Hotch. Okay, so new young agent or police officer who has crush on Emily ends up on plane with them. He is bold and tries to flirt with Em and sit next to her. Hotch is pissed and immediately tells him that he should respect federal agent AND HIS WIFE. Then later Emily shows Hotch that she’s only his. It’ll be bonus if some biting and marking will be there👀 thank you 🥰

A/N: You guys voted and jealous Hotch won out, I hope this doesn't disappoint! Anon, thank you for sending this idea and I hope you like it! Title: You give me peace Summary: A young agent flirts with Emily and Aaron does not like it. Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, jealousy, oral, biting/marking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Looking back at it, Aaron isn’t sure how detective Mark Davenport ended up on the plane with them. One moment they were talking victimology and the next they were on the jet heading to New York with this man on the case with them.

He knew why he was irritated, why he was sweating under his suit and his fingers twitched as he gripped the armrest of the chair. It was because that same detective had not so subtly been flirting with Emily, his wife the entire morning and while he knew Emily would never cheat or even encourage it, it didn’t seem to deter the other man.

They had just taken off from the strip, Emily sitting on the other side of the plane with Mark in front of her as he leaned forward over the table talking to her. Aaron couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but the way the younger man focused on his wife made his jaw clench.   

Derek sat beside him, his eyes moving from his unit chief to the detective with amusement. It was clear that Aaron was bothered, jealousy seeping off him in a way that he’d usually never would let slip in front of them. He’s sure that it’s because it’s their first case back since their honeymoon, their matching rings gleaming under the lights of the jet, that Aaron was still very much enjoying the newlywed life and did not expect a young and attractive man to pay such close attention to Emily.   

“Hey Hotch, relax.” He said and Aaron looked at him with furrowed brows. “You’re going to rip the leather.”   

It’s the first time he notices just how hard he’s gripping the armrest, knuckles white and fabric dented and he releases it.  

“Sorry.” He mutters and his eyes meet Emily’s dark stare from across the plane, her amusement almost as clear as Derek’s and he took a deep breath to calm himself.

She knew that Aaron was jealous, could feel his irritation growing by the hour, a part of her hated it, hated that her husband would ever feel anything but love from her. But another part enjoyed it, found it incredibly sexy that Aaron looked like he wanted to kill Mark Davenport as he flirted with her. She knew it was dumb, that she should be irritated by the blatant show of machoism, but she wasn’t. She noticed the tension on his face, held back a poorly hidden grin by biting on the inside of her cheek before turning her attention back to Davenport.

“Do you come to New York often?” He asks as he leans even further forward on the small table.  

“No, only for cases really.” She answers as she twists her wedding ring, hoping to catch his attention. In her peripheral she saw Aaron’s glare and it surprised her that this man seemed to have gotten under her husband’s skin. It wasn’t unusual that she was hit on, but Aaron had never seemed bothered before.   

“Maybe we should change that.” He grins at her, a smile that she’s sure he thinks is charming but to her only seems overbearing.  

“How about we focus on the case?” Aaron’s voice sounds loud in the jet and she’s acutely aware of the way he’s staring at her, knows that he had counted down the minutes for the team to be allowed to move around the cabin.

She unbuckles the seatbelt and moves to sit on the couch so they’re all closer and the detective follows close behind, sitting down closer to her than he should. For a second she’s afraid that Aaron would knock him out, the look on his face dark and bordering on aggressive.  

“Is there a problem?” Mark seemed to have noticed it too, his eyes questioning as he looked across the aisle to Aaron.  

“I don’t know, is there?” Aaron stares him down, his shoulders squared back knowing that it made him look even more imposing than he already was. “Maybe you should respect the personal space of a federal agent. And my wife.”    

If Emily wasn’t still worried about the fact that Aaron looked ready to attack the young man beside her, she would have busted out laughing at the way Mark’s face paled and jaw dropped. His eyes were wide as he looked between her and Aaron. The rest of the team seemed to be in the same predicament, JJ the worst at hiding her smirk across from Aaron at the four-seat table.  

“Y-your wife? I-I didn’t realize…” He looks accusingly at Emily who just raises her eyebrow at him. 

“Don’t look at her look at me.” Aaron’s voice is close to a growl and Emily knew that if they hadn’t been on the plane that he’d probably would have gotten in Mark’s face. “Move away from her. Now.”  

He shuffled away from her in seconds, the confidence he exuded completely vanished as Aaron kept his dark eyes on him. Emily met Dave’s eyes with amusement, a smirk playing on her lips as the older man winked at her. Then she looked back at Aaron, his stare intense and she felt the familiar heat of arousal in her belly, felt the flush creep up her cheeks. 

The usually very short flight had never seemed longer. 

* 

Emily finds him alone in the conference room of the station in New York they were working in later that afternoon. Normally she wouldn’t ever cross the line from subordinate to wife while they were still working, but she couldn’t seem to help herself as she closed the blinds to keep prying eyes out. 

“Honey?” She asked and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Are you alright?” She spoke against his ear and she felt the tension in his body dissipate some. 

“I lost my temper, I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm body against his. “I was just…”  

“Jealous?” She finished for him with a grin. When he released a sigh she let her lips graze his earlobe “Don’t you know I’m yours honey?” She bit gently on the lobe and his hand grabbed her wrist in warning then turned around to face her. 

“I didn’t appreciate the way he flirted with you.” His hands moved to grab her around her waist and pulled her into him before grabbing her chin to hold her still. “He looked at you like only I’m allowed to look at you.”  

Again, the feeling of want made her thighs clench together. She could tell that he noticed, his hands gripping a little tighter, his eyes turning a little darker. When he leaned down to kiss her it was claiming and hard, everything he’d never be when they were still working and she let out a low noise of surprise against his lips.  

“I’m yours.” She breathed, she knew that she’d never be anyone else’s. 

* 

There’s tension as they walk down the corridor towards the room they share later that night. Emily felt him behind her as she rummaged through her purse to find the keycard, his body imposing as he pressed close to her. She knew that the moment the door closed behind them, that he would be on her, something almost desperate in the way his touch had lingered on her throughout the day finally boiling down to this.  

But she catches him off guard, knows that she has from the way his body slams into the door as she pushes him against it the moment they’re inside. Her tongue pries his lips apart, tastes the familiar taste of him with a happy sigh as her hands starts to tear at her clothes. 

“Sweetheart…” He tried to slow her down, but she only shook her head, her want for him overpowering everything else. 

“I need you.” She mumbled against his lips, then kissed along his jaw, nipping at the column of his throat as she ripped his tie off him. “I’ve wanted you since the plane. Wanted you all day.”  

Aaron’s head fell back against the door with a dull thud as he let her continue to kiss down his body, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing it, together with his jacket off his shoulder. He looked down as she kneeled in front of him, her cheeks flushed pink and eyes almost black in the dim light of their room. 

“You like when I’m jealous.” He stated quietly as he pushed some of her dark hair away from her face. His thumb swiped over her bottom lip, a low groan sounding in his throat as she nodded. 

“Yes.” She whispered and then she licked over the bulge in his pants, her tongue wetting the fabric of his pants as she trailed her tongue along his shaft.  

“Fuck, Em.” He grunted as he kept his eyes on her, watched as she got his belt buckle undone and then unzipped his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers. When her tongue moved over his heated skin his fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair. 

She knew she was teasing him, the tip of her tongue lapping at his tip before slowly moving down the length of him. Her eyes flickered up to his face, a low moan sounding from her when she was met by his strained face, eyes glinting and jaw slightly slack. 

“You never need to worry about another man.” She told him quietly, her words landing in soft puffs against his cock before she sucked his cockhead. Her tongue swirled around him and then she pulled back much to his dismay. “I’ll never be anybody else’s.” Once again she took him in her mouth, her clit pulsing at the low groan that erupted from him. “I’ve never belonged to anybody but you.”  

Aaron couldn’t stop himself from pushing her down this time, his own want for her becoming too much. He kept his fingers tangled in her hair, pushed slowly against her face as he kept his eyes on her. His shaft moved along her wet tongue, pushing deeper and deeper and then pulled back just as slowly, fucking her face with sure strokes. 

“Baby, fuck I love your mouth.” He breathed as Emily swallows around him, her eyes turning glassy as she gagged on him. When she hummed around him, his knees buckled at the vibrations from her throat, forcing himself all the way down her throat. She choked on him but it didn’t stop her, she kept bopping her head, licked along his shaft, moaned when his fingers massaged her scalp. 

“You’re going to make me come.” He growled and tried to pull back from her but she wouldn’t let him. Instead her hand wrapped around his base as she sucked harder on his tip, making his breathing hitch as the pleasure built quickly. He saw the glint in her eye, saw how she nodded, wordlessly letting him know what she wanted.  

Emily kept her eyes on him as he leaned against the door, his breathing coming out in harsher breaths as he gave in to what his body craved.  She felt his hand tighten and loosen in her hair, saw the way his jaw clenched and eyes closed as his head fell back. The growl in his throat was her only warning before he came, his release hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed down everything he gave her with a moan, her hand pumping his shaft until he was twitching and pushing her away. 

She sat back on her heels, licked some of his cum of her lip and waited for him to look at her again. Her hand gently stroked over his hip and down the outside of his thigh to help bring him back down from his high. When he released a long sigh and his muscles relaxed she stood back up and pressed a lingering kiss against his lips. 

Aaron let out a noise of satisfaction, his fingers gripping her hips tightly before moving up under her shirt. 

“Now it’s your turn.” He all but growled before pushing her back towards the bed, his hands quickly getting her shirt off her body, followed by her pants. By the time she was laying back on the bed she was naked and panting and he hovered above her.  

“Aaron, touch me.” She gasped against his lips, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip for a moment. He smirked at her when they pulled apart, almost a look of arrogance on his face as he trailed one hand down her body, his touch searing as he spread her thighs wide apart. 

“Going to take you apart, sweetheart,” He mumbled as he kissed down her throat, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and leaving a mark that made her hiss. “going to make you forget every man you’ve ever met.” His tongue licked over the bitemark, soothing the skin and then he kissed further down her body, stopping at her chest to lap at a nipple. 

“Fuck…” Her eyes closed as she let him take control of her pleasure. 

“Going to make you scream my fucking name.” He whispered before sucking the other nipple between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make her arch in painful pleasure. 

“Aaron!” She tugged on his short hair and he grinned down at her, a look close to feral on his face. He sucked a hickey into her soft flesh and then pushed two fingers inside of her without warning, making her moan breathlessly. His fingers curled inside of her as he continued to press heated kisses down her body, not stopping until he was in between her thighs and his tongue licked a broad stripe over her clit. 

The sound that ripped from her throat was loud and deep and it made him only press his tongue harder against the bundle of nerves. The hand not between her thighs moved up to her chest, easily finding a nipple and tweaking it. Emily gasped, his touch seemingly everywhere at once. Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging hard and he grunted against her, the vibrations of his voice making pleasure shoot up her spine as he sucked on her clit. She grinded into his touch and Aaron quickly let go of her breast to pin her down, his forearms strong as he pressed her down against the bed.

“Baby,” She whimpered and his fingers curled hard inside of her in response “make me come, please.”

Aaron hummed, eyes flicking up to watch the desperation on her face. He circled her clit with his tongue then pulled back and she whined.

“You look so pretty like this.” He whispered as he continued to watch her. “You look so pretty begging for me.”

“Please…” She gasped and it made him chuckle.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” He leaned further down, his lips grazing her clit as he spoke. “Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.” When he sucked her clit back between his lips she let out a cry that was sure heard through the walls of their hotel room but it only urged him on. He didn’t stop until she was coming with his name falling from her lips, thighs trembling around his head as she kept him in place.

Emily moaned as he continued to push his fingers in and out, his tongue turning gentle as she came back down slowly. When her legs relaxed he started to slowly kiss up her body again. He laid between her spread legs, his cock hard again as he kissed the air from her lungs.

“I love you.” She whispered against his face, her hand gentle against his cheek as she stroked it.

“I love you too.” He told her just as quietly before kissing her again. He felt her hand on his cock, guiding her towards her and then he thrust inside of her, breaking their kiss with a grunt. “You feel so good.”

“You do too.” Her hips pushed up against his almost instinctively, wanting him as deep as possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Aaron grunted against her shoulder as he started to thrust, his hips strong against hers.

He knew that she was breaking the skin of his back and arms from the way she was clinging to him, knew that just like he wanted to mark her up as his, she wanted to do the same thing to him. He hissed against her skin, his body reacting to the sting by fucking her harder.

“Just like that.” She gasped, the flush on her cheeks creeping down towards her chest as he continued to move above her. “Fuck, baby just like that.”

They move together, the room sounding of moans and grunts and skin slapping together until Emily was muffling her moans of pleasure into his shoulder, her teeth digging into his skin to keep from crying out too loud.

“That’s it, come for me.” He grunted, sweat covering his body as her tight walls trembled around his shaft. Her body was straining against his, muscles tensing as she came again and he smirked down at her, this time not stopping even when she was squirming.

“Fuck Aaron-”

“Again.” He interrupted her, his pace somehow quickening and hand moving between them to rub at her clit.

She moaned, whatever word on her tongue disappearing as he used his knowledge of her body against her. She watched through heavy eyelids as he got up on his knees between her legs, watched his strong body as he thrust into her over and over again. It wasn’t long until she felt the heat in her stomach build again, could only grip the sheets in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded as he groaned above her, dark eyes wild as he watched her.

“Come on baby, let go.” He encouraged, voice thick and dark. He pinched her sensitive clit and it sent her over the edge for a third time. This time she couldn’t hold back her loud moans and Aaron grinned as she cried out. “Good girl.” He grunted and then pulled out only to flip her body around.

She was still trembling from her orgasm when she pushed herself up on her knees and elbows, a low whimper on her tongue when he pushed back inside of her again. His hands were bruising on her hips, pulling her body back against his to meet each one of his thrusts.

“Jesus, fuck, Aaron!” She moaned and she could hear his groan of satisfaction behind her.

“Touch yourself,” He leaned over her, his ear by her neck “come one more time for me.”

When she immediately complied he grinned into the back of her neck, kissed her shoulder quickly before moving back up on his knees. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure of her beginning to become too much. Her pussy was clinging to him, her body moving back against his even when her upper body fell against the bed.

“Don’t stop, fuck baby don’t stop.” She mumbled through harsh breaths as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clit. Her body was exhausted but like always he managed to bring her to the edge again. His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips stuttering and she knew that he was getting close as well.

“Come with me, Em.” He growled and she tightened around him, her hips buckling. When her body tensed and she muffled her moan into the bed he let go as well, coming inside of her as she trembled around him. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel so good.” He mumbled through his release, the pleasure making his eyesight whiten out and hips stuttering.

Emily was still shaking when he pulled out and collapsed beside her, her breathing labored and mind hazy from pleasure. She moved so she could lay halfway on top of him, her head on his shoulder as she stroked over his chest, feeling his heartbeat in his chest.

“That,” She started and waited until he was looking at her “was fucking incredible.” She smiled into a kiss that he happily returned through a chuckle.

“You’re incredible.” He told her, his fingers on her jaw. “But if another man ever flirts with you like that and you don’t put a stop to it, I might not be this nice.”

Emily smirked, an eyebrow raising as she did.

“I really don’t see the problem with that, Mr. Hotchner.”

Aaron was quick to roll on top of her a growl in his voice when he spoke next.

“Maybe you shouldn’t try me, Mrs. Hotchner.”

“How about you always get a room on another floor from now on?” JJ’s voice suddenly sounds through the wall, making them both freeze.

“Or maybe even another hotel?” Dave calls from the room on the other side.

When Emily sees the look of embarrassment on Aaron’s face she laughs, her body shaking against his.

“Well,” She starts through breathless laughs “At least they know how good you fuck me.”

“Emily!” Three voices sound in unison.

[myownwholewildworld]

was it the ants biting her and the whole getting an infection from it??? That has to be it!

I’m so glad she’s immune tho, I was really hoping for it but can’t ever trust you lovely writers to not break our hearts hahaha! I’m so happy she’s better and her and Joel are still together 🥺

ANON MAY I KISS YOU?? PLEASE??

okay i’m going to take this opportunity to talk about something i’ve been dying to since "wherever you go" came to my mind 😭

short answer: YES!!!! 🙌

long answer: when i first posted chapter 1, i only thought of this story as a oneshot. and then i watched a video narrated by the lovely david attenborough where he talked about cordyceps (for those who don’t know, cordyceps is a real fungus!) and ants. my imagination started flowing! that was when i knew i wanted a protagonist who was immune, but unlike Ellie, it was not from birth, but acquired by being bitten by ants.

to summarise the video (this is the one, it’s super interesting so i do recommend watching it, the photography is incredible, like all bbc documentaries), cordyceps infects ants and can kill whole colonies, which is what happened with reader’s terrarium. she picked ants off her yard that had been exposed to cordyceps and brought them to her colony, dooming the whole community in the process of doing so. cordyceps attacks the brain’s motor ability of ants, forcing them to walk back to their colonies to die nearby and spread the spores of the fungus. from what i read too, the host is apparently still fully conscious of what they are doing, but because the fungus literally controls their motor skills, they are unable to stop themselves. this would mean that people infected with cordyceps would be aware of them attacking other people but couldn’t control themselves. how fucking wild is that???

in chapter 8, i wrote: “my parents didn’t even let me have a look at it [the terrarium].” the reason for this is that, if you’ve watched the video, reader would have seen fungi literally growing out of the dead ants. if i had mentioned that, it’d have been a straight giveaway that i wanted to avoid lol

so yes, basically reader is immune to cordyceps because she had already been exposed to it as a child when the ants bit her. it was a milder mutation of the infection though (milder but she still spent 2 weeks in hospital fighting for her life lol), which allowed her immune system to build up the immunity that would protect her in the future. being bitten now would have been like getting a top-up vaccine, hence why fighting the infection didn't take her 2 weeks this time round.

and that’s the story, sorry for all the yapping! but as a scientist myself, i found the whole thing so fascinating! 🤭

thank you very much for the lovely ask and for reading about these two lovebirds! i’m eternally grateful that you were happy about how the chapter turned out! it’s people like you who make me want to quit my job and just write till my fingernails bleed 🥰 much love and forehead kisses to you, lovely! 💖

[fa-by]

Hiiii babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗. I'm back with a new Q&A post. Before I start tho, two things:

1) I was unable to do the analyses of those three songs. I apologize to the Anons who asked for them, but I really didn't have the time. It already took me so long to answer these asks and if I'd done those analyses as well, who knows how long before you would've had this post. So, sorry 😅. I hope to be able to do them for the next post 🤞🏼.

2) This long wait was due to the fact that I had various commitments and then I also got ill (for something different from the past) by ending up in the hospital for a day 😭. I'm not healed yet so arm yourselves with patience for future posts as well 😅🙏🏼.

Now without having to still bore you with my problems, let's move on to the answers. Enjoy 🙃.

Your answers are here in my Only Told the Moon analysis.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. The answer is no, and if you want to know more details, here is my Thinkin’ Bout One analysis (seventh ask).

Yeah, definitely. For years now and they'll continue to do that.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 pure invention from which they'll surely have taken their cue from fanfictions and which they've been trying to pass off as reality for years 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ups and downs, Anon, I hope your year is going much better than mine 😊.

Don't we all need Camren in our lives? 🤭 And yep, I'm back, but as I explained in the introduction, I've had commitments and I'm not well again at the moment 😭.

They still are now. They are real. And yeah, they'll eventually admit it. It will depend on their careers 💁🏻‍♀️.

Hello to you, my dear @lindy123​ 👋🏼😄. I hope you don't mind that I'm replying here instead of in the comments, and thank you so much for the kind words 🥰. As for Lo's unreleased songs, I obviously loved them 😍! I'm just sorry all 5 are incomplete 🥺 but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ she didn't intend to do that and that's why we have them now 😜. As for your question instead, the answer can be found in this old post: Unreleased songs - ɟ.

My dear Anon, from your welcome back I understand that you've read my past posts, and therefore you know perfectly well what I think of the so-called ‘insiders’ 🙄. I think I've already talked about it enough, but for those who are new to my blog, this is an example: https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/659001741145243648/if-you-think-el-was-a-fan-account-then-how-do-you.

The signs are still there. Not as often as in the past, but they're still being given to us.

Don't doubt and don't fall into the traps of the bullshit people say. You said you think they're still together, and there must be a reason if you think that. So my advice is to keep using the smart part of you that distinguishes you from the herd of sheep 💪🏼.

Oh and, by the way, hello to you too 👋🏼😄 and thanks for the welcome back 😊.

You're not considering many other people, Anon. Camila and Dinah shared it with Hoko (Dinah's cousin) and the band (Ashlee Juno, Lauren Fuller, and Michelle “Michel'Le” Baptiste) while Ally, Normani, and Lauren shared it with some members of the tour crew; four if I'm not mistaken because the rest was in another bus. And inside both of the girls’ buses were purposely left empty sleeping places for when their family members joined them and stayed for a few tour dates.

And I know what you're thinking right now: why couldn't the band and those 4 tour crew members be in one bus and 5H + Hoko in the other one? Simple, that was their last year as a group and the narrative dictated the division between the girls. It was one of the many things that served to create speculation, draw even more attention, and sneakily get fans used to already seeing Mila as a solo artist and LAND as a group. As simple as that 💁🏻‍♀️.

Hey to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. And yes, of course. When I wrote “contracts can provide that two people who have already had a PR in the past can have it again in the future”, I meant it. But, and yes, there is a but.

Lauren's independent now, so I'm pretty sure that unless Tymbark's team requests it, it won't happen. Same with Luckless. Even more with her if that's why 🤣 because she has no team or labels to answer to and, even though she’s tried so many times (especially with her PR with Laur), she's not famous. Plus, that PR was made for Laur and therefore it would be up to her to request it again. And it's never gonna happen because she's luckily out of her life (unlike Sasha who, although not a celebrity, has been and still is a part of her life). Rather than have it with her again, I think Laur would rather have PRs with 100 different girls, whether famous or non-famous 🤣.

Have a good day too, dear Anon 🙃.

Are you the same Anon of the “happy 2023”?

Anyway. There's no way to know for sure. There are several factors to consider. How much notoriety does the artist have? Are they an A-list singer?  How much notoriety does the magazine have? Is it just an interview, or an interview + photoshoot? Is there anything else included in the interview to promote other than the music? Products/brands, feuds, relationships, future projects? It all depends on this and much more.

Like, for example. Is it an interview with a full fashion shoot plus high-level clothes and photographers? It already means that it's an important magazine and that the artist is considered as such and that was most likely wanted. Very important magazines such as are for example Vogue, Elle, and Vanity Fair, are themselves paying the artists and not the other way around. If that's why, in addition to the $100,000-plus earned, the artists receive free clothing, accessories, samples, make-up, and beauty products that they can keep as part of the shoot.

If, on the other hand, we're talking about less important magazines then it depends. (It always depends on the notoriety of the artist, but still.) If the interview is simple enough and the focus is on the music to be promoted, then it's very likely that the artist's team contacted and paid the magazine. Ditto if it's just an article without an interview.

If, on the other hand, there's something else to promote besides music, things change. But even here, it depends. What is this other thing to promote and how important is it? If it's not something really important that can generate lots of clicks, then it doesn't matter. But if it does matter, whether it's a scoop from a new love interest, or a feud with another celebrity, then it's the artists who get paid to release it.

For other types of magazines, however, it doesn't work that way. The mere presence of the artist on their web pages benefits them because fans or readers in general generate clicks. It's a double exposure for both artist and the magazine and therefore a win-win situation. No one pays anyone in this case because it's precisely a free double cross-publicity.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄.

To answer your questions, well, none of the above. I want you to seriously think about something: if you had a one-on-one business meeting with your supervisor or directly with your boss, would you show up there with your significant other? I really don't think so. You have your meeting and after work, you call or meet directly with your significant other to tell them how it went. Period. That's the reality. Work is work, and you must know how to separate their work and their relationship because it runs exactly as it does for all of us.

Besides, although at the time Maverick managed the group for things related to the group as a whole, Mila was already personally managed by Roger, and therefore LAND and in this specific case Laur, was personally managed by Maverick. Both Roger and Maverick obviously answered to the labels because all labels always have the final decision on everything, but still, the point is that for personal things not related to 5H, Camren were managed by different people.

So as in the example of not bringing your significant other to meetings I gave you earlier, Mila wasn't present during Laur's PRs signings and agreements and vice versa.

I hope you're super well too 🙃 and to know more about how PRs work, read my PR stunt relationships - ɟ post.

[Faby oh my god I almost dropped my phone when I seen u posted 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣 anyway hi not sure if u remember me but it’s me K 😂 sorry to hear u had not been well and to hear u lost ur dog I too lost my cat last yr she was 13yr and like u I felt like a part of me died with her she was my shadow. Glad to hear u adopted another dog thats the best way is to adopt.]

🤭🤣🤣🤣🤣 hi K! Of course I remember you 🤗! I'm so sorry about your cat 🥺😭, I completely understand. I like to think they'll always stay with us no matter what ❤. Why don't you adopt another one too? Trust me, it would help you a lot and you'd fall in love immediately like I did with my new puppy girl 🥰. Let me know😍.

1) [So with my question is what do u make of so many loyal CS and L’s fans leaving her? A lot has left bc of L’s attitude,how she constantly contradicts herself where fans weren’t able to defend her anymore and how she keep attacking CS.]

As you also said yourself, many got tired of both her behaviors and the fact that she keeps attacking CS. I've also seen that many people got tired of the fact of her sexualizing herself most of the time she posts something, or not going on tour in certain places, etc.

Honestly, all bullshit to me. You know why? Because Lauren has always been this way to the public! The thing that people don't understand, and for years now, is that this is the public image she's always had since they started training them back in the X-Factor days. And for those who don't know, by training them I mean how they started teaching them how to behave in front of cameras, how to answer or avoid certain questions during an interview, etc.

We've always had two Laurens. What's new? They still can't tell them apart? 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Public imagine Lauren is the one who has to defend the PRs and attack Camren because she has contracts to comply with. She's the one who's been taught for years that sex sells, and she continues to use this tactic to publicize something simply because she's comfortable doing so. She's the one who has to act and say certain things because it's the only way to stay afloat in the industry, especially now more than ever because she's an independent artist.

The real Lauren, doesn't post much because she lives her life outside of social media. She's the one who started the first spontaneous and free Attunements during the pandemic. She's the one who can't go on world tours like she did when she was with 5H. How should she do it according to them? With what money? With the support of which major label? Do these people really have a hard time understanding the word independent? 🙄😒

Anyway, I still think that these so-called “fans”, which are anything but fans, drop out because things don't go the way they want. News flash, it never will! There's a person behind the artist who's constantly harassed every day and yes, even by those who don't deserve to be called CS. What do they expect her to do when the harassment on her body, her personality, and her life in general has been a daily occurrence for 11 years? For her to even thank them? 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sure! And what does she actually do instead?: “Naturally inclined to love, but when the love ain't flowin' back, I pull away and reassess, gotta protect me. Push the negative to the side so it's not in front of my eyes, outta sight, outta mind. I need more than 50 feet”.

And in addition to 50 feet., there are songs like Inside, Colors, Scattered, Falling, Healing, EM(oceans), Wolves, Temporary and especially While I’m Alive that also talk about these situations. Hellooo??? No? Nothing? Don't they see i- 🤦🏻‍♀️okay...🤷🏻‍♀️

So, they don't wanna see the reality and go away? It's alright for me, and for her too honestly 🤣. Addio! Adiós! Au revoir! Sayonara! Adeus! Auf Wiedersehen! Do svidaniya! Go support someone who does what you want but that actually has so many faces that you won't even be able to recognize the real one 😉. *said in her voice like in that video when Trump lost the 2020 presidential election* Bah-bye, bitch 👋🏼!

2) [Another question is what do u except from C’s new label-]

I expect much more now 🤣. No jokes aside, I hope that with this new label she can return to the freedom and “glory” of 2017/2018. Unlike the past, I unfortunately still can't tell you what they'll do in my opinion or give you a theory simply because I don't know how they work yet. Ask me again after the first project 😏.

[-and now she changed pr firm?]

Mila didn't change PR firm/agency. She's still part of the WME Agency and you can also see it on Mila's official website itself. She simply also joined the BT PR Agency 😉.

3) [Why post that snippet of a new song with the line Coachella the. Deleted? I’m guessing it’s for the pr but that was desperate even for them. Is her new label the reason for the circus starting again or was it his team like last time or are they trying to make them as the new Justin and Selena?]

Yep, it was 100% just for the PR. And yes, desperate are the Sandalwood team 🥱. And yeah, they tried and tried to make them an important couple like Jelina, but in reality they only succeeded in making them the first fake couple to come up in Google image results when searching for pr relationships 🧐🙈🤣.

4) [What’s ur opinions on some fans claiming the Coachella stunt was nothing to do with their teams but C and L we’re arguing for awhile and C did it to get back at L? Personally I don’t believe that but still curious for ur thoughts]

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh yeah? And who told them that? Lauren or Camila? Or both of them? Over text, call, or video call? 🤣. Do they really think people believe that? And above all, do they really think that (C&S) they’re free to do something like this without breaking the contract and without consequences from their teams and labels? I caaaan't! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣

My thoughts on this? Well, besides these ☝🏼 🤣, I feel sorry for all these people who do everything they can to get 5 min of attention and for those who believe it. But specifically, I'm ashamed to be associated in the same category (CS) as these, to quote Lauren, delusional people. Sorry not sorry 💁🏻‍♀️🙃😁.

5) [What are u expecting C’s new music to sound like?]

She experimented a lot with her music over the years, so I don't know if she'll continue to do that or settle on a specific genre. As I told you in point 2, I still don't know how this new label works, so I can't give you any answers yet.

[From that snippet she shared and how she working with yet another friend of his 🙄-]

Forget that snippet 🤣. She deleted it herself faster than light after a short time because it had its purpose for the Shitmilashow 😴.

[-my expectations have gone down to where I think it’s gonna be a full pr album or at least there gonna make it out to be.]

I don't think complete, but yeah, of course there'll be songs with phrases explicitly changed to imply that they're references to him, unfortunately for my and your ears. But oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ I've been used to both of them and their PRs for years now.

[Anyway I know that was a lot of questions so I’m gonna leave it there for now 😂 but I have no idea how happy I am to see ur back specially with other blogs who left. I’m glad ur well and still a CS 😏😂 - K]

Don't worry, my dear K, you can always ask me for as many as you like 😄. I don't mind. I'm glad you're happy that I’m back and yes, I'm gonna be a real CS forever 😉. I hope you're well too 😊. A virtual hug 🤗.

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Aaand I'm done 👅. Thank you all for your asks and I hope I've been helpful this time too 🙃. As usual, I'm always available for those who have questions, so ask away 😄.

Remember to be nice. Always. Both with others and with yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗. I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️.

[strawberrybuni]

🧵 anon here just wanted to say I hope your having an amazing day you are genuinely so cool and an amazing writer <3

Also regarding your recent post (I hope im not overstepping here, please feel free to ignore or tell me to mind my business lol I will not be offended) I wouldn’t worry too much about being seen as rude- i have an auditory processing disorder so I miss people talking to me or need them to repeat themselves all the time and I’ve found that people usually get that it’s not an intentional thing just a mistake if you just let them know you didn’t hear them and are not ignoring them on purpose.

I’ve found headphones are fairly easy to explain and a lot of people like to wear them in public so I’m sure most understand and I doubt anyone thinks youre rude for it (especially seeing as it is a common honest mistake) unless they’re weird about manners or kind of a dick or something in which case I don’t have an answer tbh

If you want it to be more clear that you are listening to music you could try getting some cheap overear headphones as they tend to be more visible though some people find them uncomfortable to wear.

PS re-reading some of your old stuff (the one with asking the jjk characters about a bite mark tattoo) and the reader calling Mahito a biter made me giggle really hard and also I 100% agree that’s something he’d do. Also sweet gods your dialogue is all so in character and widely varied character to character in ways that fit really perfectly and I also like the way you write the reader themself quite a lot and good lord you are so good at this I am impressed every time I re read your work

(Feel like I should mention I am very sleepy rn so this message may or may not be totally coherent, but yeah I hope you are taking care of yourself and doing well and though just hearing someone else say it isn’t super helpful I do honestly find that most people are usually not judging you for small things as much as you think especially if there is a clear and reasonable explanation which there 100% is in this case <3)

(Also again I hope I’m not overstepping or anything and I hope my sleepy brain didn’t phrase any of this in an accidentally rude way or something; my ability to convey tone goes down 100% when im sleepy but I just wanted to let you know that I doubt you are being judged and I know just being told that doesn’t solve the issue or anything but might be good to hear? Idk im gonna stop talking I think I might be starting to repeat myself now lol)

(Also sorry this got so long lol)

I swear you always know how to make me go 🥺 I hope you're having an even MORE amazing day!!

oh you're not overstepping at all!!! I always get so worried ugh, I think what doesn't help is that I use earbuds, and I have fluffy curly hair that covers my ears so people can't see if I'm wearing headphones or not(it's how I've gotten away with it at work and in class teehee), but you're right usually when I'm like OMG IM SORRY I HAD HEADPHONES IN they're always very understanding! I just overthink 🥺

no bc mahito is SO a biter like omg, but thank you so much for your kind words 🥹 I'm really happy you like how i write my reader! maybe other writers can relate, but my reader is very much myself tbh, like some of my friends who know of my blog have read some of my stuff and been like "why is that literally a conversation we've had?" LOL

you can thank my one short film teacher for teaching me his tips and tricks when it comes to writing dialog for scripts fr fr, I learned from him :3

also also don't apologize! I deeply enjoy hearing what you have to say 🫶🏻

[hero-of-the-wolf]

Hey, this is the one anon that did the one ask where a random kid from Twilight’s Hyrule goes up to Warriors and takes him to a calf that shows no sign of life, I would like to apologize. I am sincerely sorry. You don’t have to answer that ask or this one, you can delete both asks, it won’t hurt my feelings, I completely understand why you wouldn’t want to. I didn’t realize that maybe sending that ask to a big animal lover was not a great idea, and finding out that I sent it to you while you are currently grieving made me feel terrible about it. It’s something that happened as one of my babysitting experiences and thought to share without truly thinking about it. I’m sorry that it took so long for me to apologize, and I’m kind of hoping that Tumblr ate it and you have no idea what I’m talking about, I just now figured out what words to I needed to express and explain what happened and how truly sorry I am.

Thank you for your apology Anon, truly. I did delete that ask (sorry), animal death is a topic that is always really really hard for me, but on top of everything else that's been going on rn it was just too much. I really do appreciate you reaching out and apologizing tho, thank you for that 🥺

[junniieesbby]

beomnoullistheorem asked:

Hope I didn't annoying you as an anon too much, I'm too scared because I scared you once and I yapped about so many things I don't even remember and I don't know, MY FAVOURITE MOOT is back, I'm really happy😭❤️ I have a lot to tell ( sorry I don't know, you're too comfy to yap and if I ever annoy you with it please lemme know )and what else?? I'm panting!! Anyways welcome back!!!

NOULLI

No no no you didn’t annoy me at all

You actually put a smile on my face 🥺🥺

Thank you so much for taking the time to send me asks and talk to me even tho I was gone! I will be answering them all as soon I have some free time. You are not annoying and I love yappers cus I’m a yapper myself so yesss hehe yap away bby

[ohbo-ohno]

HELLO OMG I SENT BOTH THOSE ASKS BACK TO BACK IM SO HONOURED YOU LIKED THEM SO MUCH😭i was so scared when u didn’t answer them straight away that i’d maybe made u uncomfortable lmfao but that’s just me being anxious. i get so nervy about interacting with blogs and stuff online and you’re one of the first blogs i’ve ever reached out to because your content just has such a grip on me and i wanted to contribute so badly lol. i’m really glad you liked them and i’m OBSESSED with your developments. this has helped me like get over that anxiety a bit and i’m really grateful. i feel so silly because it’s literally content and murderous kidnappers and i’m here like “b-but what if. what if they’re angry at me🥺🥺��😢” thank you mwah mwah mwahhhh❤️❤️

also if you do emoji sign offs should i choose one lol if that’s cool with you because i’d love to send more stuff every now and then that’s fine with you :) just so u know it’s me lol

you didn't make me uncomfortable at all!!!!! im rewatching rpdr s13 while im writing rn so i tuned out to watch snatch game LMAO

i looooooove those asks. love them. it's like you peeked deep inside my ear and catered right to what my brain says it wants.

i used to be TERRIFIED of interacting with blogs lol, but the anon option on tumblr makes it so much easier. please please never feel nervous about reaching out! even if i don't post your ask i read it, i just don't post them when i don't have something good to add or a good recommendation to make haha

pick an emoji babe! i'll edit this post and the last one so you can see them when you search :) i think the only ones taken are:🌙, 🌚, 🍋, 🪶, 🎃, 💙, 💕, 🔪, 🥍! sorry if I forgot someone lol

[trademarkblue]

Hey, fair warning that this will be a bit long 🥺🥺

First, I wanted to answer your question about anon asks. I like sending anon messages because I have terrible shyness/anxiety that I’ve had since elementary, and even though I’m 26yrs old I still feel like I’m bothering people with asking questions. Not that you have ever given that type of response, it’s just what I’ve always had to deal with growing up. Also, I feel like it helps me talk to others without worrying about being such a fangirl 😆. Although, I understand that not everyone likes having anon messages because there’s a lot of rude people in the world and it’s truly awful when somebody tries to bring others down while using anon.

Also, I just wanted to say that no matter how many months pass, I always think of 7 Years, 6 Months 4 Days.

It’s my all time favorite and sometimes I can picture the scenes in my mind without having to pull up the story, since I’ve read it so many times. I love the way you wrote that story and it truly crushed me when Hermione went home and heard Ron’s voice from the deluminator. but she didn’t think it was real (since she was drinking).

Also, the way the patronus was sent to Ron during his capture, it truly brought me to tears. It was like they both had a way to keep the other alive when they thought that it wasn’t worth living anymore.

That glimmer of hope was exactly what I think of each and every day when I’m having a bad day. Sometimes I feel like nothing is going my way but then I remember that I can reread this amazing story and your amazing writing gets me distracted from my self doubts. It’s like I can focus entirely on the story and know that everything will work out at the end. I can’t thank you enough for writing this story.

You were one of the first Romione fanfic writers that I’ve ever had the pleasure of being able to read your fics. If I’m honest I was never a HP fan but I heard about the series when I was growing up. It wasn’t until Covid happened, and also the time in which I got a divorce, that I discovered the HP series. So I needed something to get my mind clear from sinking further into depression. Insomnia started to take a toll on me (I’d only sleep for three hours) and it was a bad place for me. So, one day I saw a fanfic rec on Pinterest of Romione and I was like alright let’s check it out. Let me tell you that it was your stories that managed to capture my heart and soul. Truly. There are no words in how much I enjoy reading your works.

I can’t thank you enough for unknowingly helping me out with my depression and helping me get my own “ball of light” moment. If it wasn’t for the Pinterest Rec of Top Romione Angst fics, then I don’t know how I’d manage my days/nights.

Sorry for being a fangirl 🥺🥺 but I hope you know how much I love and appreciate all your hard work that you’ve put in for writing. Please don’t let anyone second guess your writing because you’ve made an impact on me for the rest of my life. No matter how many years pass by I will always remember the moment I fell in love with your writing.

❤️

I love your stories🥺 and I hope you have a good sleep ❤️

Okay, so like… I cried reading this last night.

Omg. This is the most touching, sweet, humbling & kind message I’ve ever seen. What an incredible thing to take the time to write out and say. 🥹

I’m overwhelmed. Truly. So pleased to know my writing has meant so much to you and that it got you through some tough times. You are amazing!

Fandom has gotten me through a lot of hard times too, and being able to connect with communities like this really means the world, especially when people are so welcoming, genuine, and kind. I appreciate you too, more than you know! 🫂

And on the subject of anons, I love that it has made you feel less shy about reaching out. Please never doubt that I love receiving anons and communicating through asks about any topic. If you ever want to chat (on or off anon!), I hope I’m pretty non-threatening, and I’m always here for you! ��️

[moonlinos]

hii i sent the last anon ask you answered and i hope that you know it wasn’t my intention to push you to post any new fics, please take your time & take care of yourself first! writing or posting shouldn’t feel like a job but a fun hobby that you enjoy 🥺.

i just wrote it because you had been gone for a while and i was worried! i hope you’re doing good, you’re one of my favorite writers on here & seeing your posts always makes me smile because you’re genuinely so sweet & amazing! 😙🎀.

You didn’t make me feel burdened at all!!! Sorry if I made it seem that way 🙃 I truly want to push myself to write because I know how much it can make me feel better.

I can’t believe I’m a part of someone’s list of favorite writers, this really made me smile. Thank you so much for this message, it means a lot 🥲

I’ll get better, I’m sure. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again 🫡💞💖💓🩷💘