#that’d be the last nail lol

[imaswellkid]

Can you die from someone winking? And their curls? Because I’m not sure if I’m alive or dead now. It was so lovely knowing you if I’m dead. I’ll still haunt you, though (like I’m haunting your main now 🫣) 🧡😉🥖

Oh 🥖bby I’m answering you from the grave, so damn right you can from all this, there’s no surviving these curls and this wink and this mf neck??????? Please. Please let me…just a bite? A tiny lil bite? Like the true undead he just made me, please?

(I still got way more giddy seeing you in my main’s inbox than at the curls, so that’s true love😌😉)

[fatratinatophat]

The New Craft Page 2

Woaaa who’s that in the last panel, it couldn’t be the other craft who the entire au revolves around that’d be crazy you’re crazy /silly

Making comics has made me realize I actually hate Lineart ugh. I hope this one’s quality is a bit better. I still hate the dialogue but I’m not a writer I’m an artist.

I’m not particularly happy with the next couple pages so I might change them, unsure what I’m gonna do. I still haven’t planned the ending either tbh so I need to work on that, I have some ideas.

Masterpost | Cover | P1 | P3

Bonuses below as always:

Towost thought that Glisten was just showing off his nails with the older dialogue lol. Not what I wanted to go for so I changed it a bit.

I’m in art class uploading this rn and people keep walking behind me GO AWAY KYSSSS

[junicult]

synopsis ; the aftermath of going days without seeing your boyfriend.

contains ; suggestive. mostly fluff tho (shocking). gn!reader, but fem in mind. established relationship — dating. drabble. reader is very desperate lol. i need harvey. this might be literate to me only. sorta proofread, i’ll look over it later.

note ; forgive me…….again……………….again.

you’re not surprised you even had the dream in the first place. it’s been nearly a week since you’ve last had sex. and it’s been days since you’ve seen him.

no wonder your subconscious is wanton. you’re more sexually-frustrated than you’ve been since you were single. unfortunately, you’ve never been able to finish due to a sex dream, so that only adds to the indelicacy of the way you handle your plants today.

to put it simply; you’re a bitch today. cursing random things that get in your way, walking around town barely throwing items at the applicants and leaving with no other word.

you’ll feel guilt later. you just can’t get this one thing out of your mind.

you detour, (is it even a detour if you knew you’d find your way here at some point in the day?) bursting into clinic as if you own the place. the air conditioning blows the pulled pieces of your ponytail, cooling your sticky skin.

the discrepancy of storming in hardly goes noticed by the woman behind the counter, nose deep in a book like usual while she waits for appointments or someone to shop. she’s used to you coming in like this, more or less.

“hey maru.” you bore, hardly sparing her a glance.

“hey farmer.” she doesn’t even have to look up, she already knows who you’re here for.

you push past the swing doors to where you know your boyfriend sits, examining files you have zero interest in (not that he’d even let you peek.) your steps are harsh, leaving a trail of dirt or something you have no care in at the moment but most-likely will later. you might even offer to mop if it’s too bad.

you push open the door to find just what you were expecting; you’re achingly handsome boyfriend with his neat brown hair, paired with his lab-coat and stethoscope as always. he’s hunched at the desk, deep “in the zone” as he would say, until your disruption has him swinging around to face the door.

only to visibly relax when he sees it’s you, and in turn pulls a smile on his previously scrunched face.

“oh! what a pleasant surprise, i was just thinking about yo—“

“you need to fuck me tonight.” you state, before the door was even shut and loud enough maru could’ve heard—a possibility that has him wincing. “y’know, if you’d like. that’d be great.”

god, seeing him only makes it worse. you want to kiss him, all over if you could. you want to grab his collar, pull him up from this tiny, squeaky office chair and press him against the wall, feel his hands, his lips, anything you can grasp—

“what?” he hesitates. his eyes pinch with concern you disregard as you step closer.

“harvey,” you whine, “i just needed to see you. oh my god, i don’t like going days without seeing you.”

he’s stunned, but his heart swoons before his brain even registers what you’re saying. though his lips seem to think before he does, accepting your own like a magnet when you press into him.

he never minds a quick peck when he’s in the office or in uniform. and he’s never been one to turn down your affections, but at this moment you’re kissing him like you only do at home. you’re stealing his breath, fingers feathering through the back of his hair, nails scratching at his scalp in the way you always do before eventually lowering to your knees and going on with what makes him the most relaxed.

you know what you’re doing, he knows you know what you’re doing. and he also knows you’re well aware of time and place, and unfortunately for you—this will never be the place.

“what’s gotten into you?” he suspires, the action causing you to pull away with a sigh.

you have to force your gaze away from his crooked glasses and puffy lips. “i had a dream about you last night. now i’m pissed off.”

“because of me?”

“because we haven’t had sex in like, a week.” you groan, breathlessly, “i miss you.”

you could almost feel embarrassed. almost, if you didn’t already know you were stroking his ego; a task you love to do mostly because it never makes him cocky it just makes him more confident. and you love him the most when he’s feeling good about himself.

he stays mostly silent for a moment, basking in this declaration of love (lust) from you. he blinks with puppy dog eyes—you’ve always loved how much larger they get under his thick lenses.

“…all because you had a dream about me?”

you sulk, giving him a short glower. “not all because. we haven’t even seen each other since monday.”

“i know, i’m well aware. i’ve missed you too,” he nods and offers a small smile. “want to tell me what your dream was about?”

you frown, absentmindedly circling your thumb on his polyester shoulder.

“it was dirty.” you murmur.

he lets out a huff of air through his nose, already assuming as much. the confirmation feels nice however, and he purses his lips as his cheeks grow crimson.

it’s flattering knowing you think about him the same he does to you. or maybe, it easies the guilt when he wakes up the next morning.

“you were doing things…that you’re really good at…that i really miss,” you drop your butt and cup your knees like a spoiled child, subtly whining as if neglected. you almost feel like it too, which you know isn’t purposeful. he’d spend every waking moment with you if he didn’t have his own obligations.

you look up at him with a pout, almost defeated. “please come over. i’ll make you dinner.”

“honey,” he laughs, acquainted with a warm flush across his cheeks that he wears handsomely, “you never have to bribe me to see you. although i’ll gladly accept if you’re offering. what time will you be finished with work?”

“what time will you be finished?”

“probably around 5:30 today. i can come by afterwards, if you’ll be done?”

you grin, shooting back up. “i will be. i’ll make you the best dinner ever. you’ll never want to go two and a half days without seeing me ever again in your life.”

“i never wanted to to begin with!”

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART EIGHTEEN

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: before your ultimate departure, you spend your last moments with sae-byeok.

wc. 3.5k (i think lol)

warnings: angst and lots of fluff | authors note: after this only two chapters left guyssss

(nowhere girl masterlist)

When Sae-byeok was done changing she walks to the living room, expecting to see you amidst slumber, however traces of you were vanished. Her eyebrows furrow and she paces to the calendar hanging in the kitchen—you leave tomorrow. She knows you aren’t in the bathroom because she was just there. You are nowhere in the apartment. Did she get the date wrong?

Sae-byeok might have to pause a morning of pickpocketing—which she calls work now…again—to figure out if you actually left. She steps out the apartment, knowing there aren’t any traces of you inside.

Her mouth is set in a hard line, growing more worried by the second.

She sweet sense of relief bubbles in her stomach when she sees you sitting on the concrete staircases leading to the complex—you were painting something. She swallows back a sigh of content and carefully makes her way to you.

When a shadow looms through your small canvas you immediately flip it over to conceal it from whoever is walking past. The corners of your mouth turn up when you see who appears before you. “Hi.”

“Hi.” she greets, in the same tone of timidness. Her worries vanishing once she sits down beside you. “I thought you…”

A sense of deja vu overwhelms her looking at you. You have on your denim overalls and sporting chipped nail polish however this time they are orange—it reminds her of the day she first met you. It boggles her mind how much things changed since then.

“Left?” you question with a chuckle. “No, I just went to drop off Cheol.”

Sae-byeok’s chest fills with pride. She insisted last night that you wouldn’t drop off Cheol solely to get enough rest, however you did it anyway. No one cared for her or her brother this much.

“Where’s your suitcase though?” she mutters. She stares at her folded hands so you couldn’t see her cheeks turn pink.

“Oh, I forgot it in Ji-yeong’s room. She was helping me pack last night.”

You start putting away your brushes and watercolor set back in your bag, however the canvas was still facing away from her. It peaks her interest because usually you’ll proudly present your work.

“What are you working on?” she asks you, trying to peer over your work.

“I can’t tell you yet.” you say cheekily, wagging your paint stained finger in her face. “It’s a surprise.”

She raises a suspicious brow but doesn’t poke you any further. If anything, it excites her that you still find ways to make her stomach all fuzzy. Not that she’ll ever admit it though.

Today feels bittersweet. Although it’s your last full day, today is the only time you have your schedule free ironically enough. Sae-byeok has to take advantage of that—she still wishes for the day you two do nothing together and today might be it.

“Wanna go grab a meal. On me?” she asks out of the blue.

“That’d be great.” you say, after you finish packing your things. Your smile gets wider just looking at her timid eyes that she tries masking with a poker face. “You want to go right now?”

Sae-byeok nods. She waits for you to put your belongings back inside the apartment and all while she tries preventing her face muscles from forming a grin. When you come back, you seem to be in higher spirits because with every step you make, there was a slight bounce to them.

“Can’t believe you’re leaving already.” Sae-byeok sighs.

The restaurant was quaint and hidden beneath the towers of flashy signs with only two tables inside for sitting. However, you both enjoy the fact that it was so small, it made this day all more intimate and personal. And you both got the perfect seating near the window.

You both decide to share a large bowl of noodles with black bean sauce.

“Yeah.” you reply to her with an anxious chuckle. “I’m nervous—I’m going to be with all sorts of international students so I don’t know if I’ll make any friends.”

“You’ll have fun regardless.” she says coolly before slurping a serving of noodles.

“Is that my shirt?”

Sae-byeok quizzically looks at you before peering down at the shirt she’s wearing. A slightly oversized blue stripped button up shirt she barely remembers picking.

“You—You said I could—“

“Oh. Right.” you facepalm. “Sorry, I forgot.”

Two nights back, you were sorting through and choosing clothes to bring to Italy. And you offered Sae-byeok some of your clothes you weren’t bringing along. Although she was highly reluctant at first, this was the only item of clothing she picked.

“I could give it back to you—“

“No. It’s yours now. It looks nice.”

After that you both silently finish eating the noodles. Your faces flush whilst avoiding making eye contact.

After you two confessed, you both began acting more awkwardly towards each other. Neither of you knew what to say or how to act around each other. And neither of you told anyone what occurred that night. As days pass by, the tension just got thicker.

At one point you both dip your chopsticks in the bowl, causing them to collide against each other. You quickly mutter an apology while Sae-byeok blinks rapidly. It was just too awkward.

“Thanks for the meal.” you murmur after Sae-byeok finishes paying.

“I owed you one remember?” she says to you and covertly focuses on the small grin forming on your lips.

It would be a lie to say that she didn’t think about that night more than she’d like. Especially whenever you smile, it’s like she could still feel your lips moving against hers. When she realizes what she’s currently thinking of, she clears her throat and soars off her seat.

“Do you want to spend the rest of the morning together?” you hesitantly suggest once you’re out of the restaurant.

“What?” she mutters, still dazed and scared that you read her thoughts.

“You’re probably busy but I just wanted to spend the rest of the morning with you before you know…”

She clears her throat again. “Sure.”

“Any place in mind?”

A glint of mischief forms in Sae-byeok’s eyes making your eyebrows furrow up. She nods in a direction for you to follow and you just let her lead the way.

A relatively short and silent walk led you both to a familiar block you remember running away from a gangster. Sae-byeok notices the crestfallen expression surfacing your face when you figured out where she’s taking you.

“Don’t worry.” she reassures you. And you just silently take her word for it.

She grabs your hand when you both spot her old job and your old apartment then starts walking faster. Her eyes dart around like an owl in the night, making sure prey isn’t in sight. The visible confusion in your face doesn’t dissipate when Sae-byeok lures you to the back of the bakery building, where there is only a narrow staircase leading up high.

“What’s—“

Sae-byeok places her pointer finger onto her lips to signal for your silence as she opens the door to the rooftop. There, she pulls two familiar plastic chairs for you two to sit on the edge of the roof.

“I used to come here during my breaks.” she explains flatly and pats the empty seat beside her for you to sit.

You clutch the straps of your bag and stiffly sit down. She chuckles in amusement.

“Don’t worry. No one knows about this place.” she states, a teasing smile indistinctly forming. “Besides, you’re a little reckless too aren’t you?”

You throw her a look. “You have a cute smile.” you say bluntly, completely throwing Sae-byeok off. “Sorry, that was my recklessness talking.”

She rolls her eyes. “Shut up.” she grumbles yet the smile still remains.

“I’m serious though,” you say, looking far ahead at the city beneath you. “I think you’re really pretty. And—I meant to tell you that for a while.”

The confession made her eyes grow wide. She couldn’t stop looking at you and your scarlet face.

“You’re pretty.” Sae-byeok whispers. If the wind blew any louder you would’ve missed it. “And cool.”

“No,” you snort. “you’re cooler. And tougher. And badass.”

Sae-byeok hums to herself to think. Being a woman of few words she wants to try her best to her thoughts now.

“I think…” she speaks up. “there are different types of cool people. And you’re the artistic—freedom of expression type of cool.”

Your entire face lit up. “Wow. That’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.”

“How did you do it?” she blurts out. “Express yourself?”

You blink at her. “Oh…Well, it wasn’t until I got to college when I started experimenting. Before that I was just trying hard to fit in. But when I got to college everyone was so colorful and fun I slowly began to be more…spontaneous I guess.”

“…When you come back maybe you could help me?”

“Of course. I’d love that.”

The exchange of fleeting glances is reciprocated for a second before you both look away.

“Sae-byeok.”

“Hm?

“You’ll be okay, right?” you ask apprehensively. “I know you’re incredibly resilient and smart but I’m just worried—“

“Don’t.” she interrupts. “Don’t worry about a thing. Just focus on enjoying your trip.”

“Yes, I know it’s just—“

“You said it yourself. I’m smart and resilient. Everything will be okay—I’ve been doing this for a long time.”

You let out a huge exhale of relief. “Alright. You’re right.”

“And I just want to say,” she breathes, scooting her chair so she could get closer to you. “thank you for everything. Not just for helping with rent this month or dropping off and picking up Cheol but…I discovered a lot about myself and a big part of that is due to you.”

Your pupils dilate just by merely observing her. Sae-byeok couldn’t help her rapid chest movement after speaking and she goes back to sink further in her seat.

“That means a lot to me that you said that.” you murmur happily. Sae-byeok’s eyes get rounder, this overwhelming feeling of kindness and admiration is going to give her a heart palpitation. But she hides it so well you don’t even know. “Could I ask you one more thing?”

“Yeah.”

“What were you like…before you came down south?”

Sae-byeok’s expression dulls up. No one has ever asked her that question before. The unimaginable horrors she’s been apart of whilst being Deok-su’s posse made her forget about her life before all the crimes. But you patiently wait as she takes her time to regain the blurry memories back.

“I remember that I wasn’t always like this. When I was a kid I think I was pretty lively—like a child should be. You know, I always thought I would have a miserable life for a long time. Even by the time I rescue my mom I had a feeling I would still be this lonely, untrustworthy person till the moment I die…But it wasn’t until I came here and saw my father get killed that I buried that part of me a long time ago…now I don’t know what it feels like to be a youthful person. I’m sorry I don’t really remember…”

Sae-byeok flinches when she feels a finger pad trace down her face. She blinks at you and it dawns to her that she was getting teary eyed. And you were wiping them off.

“It must’ve been hard for you.”

“Yeah.” she mutters.

“But you’re not alone anymore.”

Sae-byeok wishes that would be true. But a deep dark part of her still thinks otherwise. She slowly adverts her gaze back at you—like she was trying to get one good look at you before you go. Because soon enough, you will become faded memories in the cruel passage of time. But to not worry you, she just shakes her head.

“Are you alright?” you ask seeing her sullen expression deepen.

“Yeah.” she quickly says.

You stare at her, still skeptical. “…Okay.” you whisper.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

“It’s going to be so boring here now.” Cheol grumbles, arms crossed whilst watching you from the couch.

“Ouch.” Ji-yeong grumbles at the boy, pressing her chest to her heart as if she was in pain.

“Sorry…” he winces.

You were currently crouching in front of the living room trying to zip up your carryon suitcase. And by the looks of it, with your large sunglasses and sun hat, you are ready for an amazing journey through Italy.

In all honesty, you are still deeply in denial about this once in a lifetime opportunity granted to you. You still feel guilty about leaving everything behind—even your internship at the gallery especially after the begrudging look your boss gave you two weeks ago when you told him the news. It’ll be hard for you to navigate this short coming life across the globe without your friends and Sae-byeok, who you aren’t sure where to place her—friend or something more complicated. But relationship or not, what you two built was the most beautiful thing. And…she might be the person you miss most of all. You assume she feels the same with the intense gaze she’s giving you. It was like she’s trying to bore you into her mind.

“When I get back you’ll have so many cool paint sets everyone in your class is going to be envious of you.” you tell Cheol with a mischievous look he exchanges back.

You let out a huge sigh of relief after successfully closing the suitcase thanks to Ji-yeong sitting on top of it to apply pressure.

“My ass hurts now.” she whines and leaps back up.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket so you scramble to check it. This being your first time boarding an airplane you want to arrive there extra early, meaning every second needs to be accounted for this early morning Saturday.

“The taxi is almost here.” you gasp and remove your sunglasses and hat off your head.

Your heart rate increases now, it’s getting more real by the second.

The living room grows quiet for a brief moment, all sharing with the knowing that you’re truly going away. Ji-yeong is the first to envelope you in a bear hug.

“Bye, Ji.” you say against her hair, reciprocating the embrace.

“Can’t believe you’re going to fucking Italy.” she says with a laugh. “You always had it in you though so I shouldn’t be surprised. Have fun, alright? Wait—not too much fun actually.”

“I won’t.” you roll your eyes and give her one last squeeze before letting go.

The pang in your chest became more intense when Cheol rushes to give you a hug as well. Now, it all is starting to feel real. This is happening—you’re going.

“I’m going to miss you a lot, Noona.” he says with a pout.

“You’ll see me soon enough.” you assure him. “Take care of my acrylic sets, okay? Oh, and when you use acrylic don’t forget to prime your canvas before you—“

Sae-byeok coughs and signals you start heading out.

“Right.” you stammer and send Cheol a thumbs up. “Good luck, little artist.”

Sae-byeok removes her hands from her jean pockets to grab your suitcase for you. Cheol and Ji-yeong mutter their last goodbyes to you out the door—you already start getting choked up.

The day was still so young, yet it all felt like it was over. You were having a hard time swallow back the tears.

“How long until the taxi arrives?” Sae-byeok asks flatly, leaning against the apartment building once you’re both outside.

“Five minutes…” you trail off.

You and her look at each other, sharing the same forlorn expression. If you know her well enough, Sae-byeok was putting on a hard front to not appear sad for you. But it was all in her shimmery eyes, it said everything.

“Before I go,” you sniffle as you pull out something from your personal bag. You pull out a small rectangular item that’s covered in red gift wrap. “here’s the painting.”

Sae-byeok looks at you and back at the gift, slowly reaching for it. She pushes herself off the wall to stand closer to you.

“You finished it already?” she murmurs in awe, tracing the striped wrapping paper with her finger.

“It was already done when you saw it this morning I just needed to sign it of course.” you wink. Before she dug her nails into it you clamp your hand on top of hers. “Open it when I’m gone.”

Sae-byeok sighs. She checks the time on her phone and gulps like she was nervous to speak.

“I had fun yesterday. I wish we did more of that when we had the time.” she confesses quickly since time is running out.

“Once I come back we’ll have many more of these don’t worry.”

But at this point you couldn’t hold back the tears threatening to spill. You kept smiling but your eyes were flooding.

In panic, Sae-byeok gently placed the gift against the wall and heads closer to you to start wiping away the tears streaking across your face. After you felt her touch, the waterworks got more intense.

“Don’t cry.” she murmurs gently.

“But I’ll miss you.” you choke up and let out a hiccup after failing to hold back the tears.

“I’ll…I’ll miss you too.”

Even after finishing wiping your streak of tears, she doesn’t remove her hands from holding the sides of your face. Like she remains frozen due to your touch. You two stare at each other, silently asking the same question. The quiet response was you both leaning closer to share a sweet kiss.

“When you come back I promise we will figure us out.” she mutters against your lips, staring into your eyes beneath her long eyelashes.

You respond back by kissing her one last time, fully savoring the feeling of her—not caring about the fact that you two were pressed against the wall outside the apartments. Not when you’ll be gone in a split second.

You gasp into the kiss when you hear the screeching of tires behind your back. Your heart completely falls into the pit of your stomach when you see the taxi pull up.

Sae-byeok holds her breath and takes one last look at you before reaching for your suitcase. She helps the taxi driver put your luggages in the trunk and reaches to open the car door for you.

“Bye, have fun—“

You cut her off by engulfing her into a hug. Inhaling deeply, you also want to remember the woody scent of her cologne and run your fingers through her short tousled hair. If it wasn’t in your imagination, you could’ve sworn you felt her chapped lips press against your cheek.

“Don’t forget—you aren’t alone, Sae-byeok. I’ll be back soon.” you whisper into her ear one last time before pulling apart.

Her bottom lip is quivering but she nods and gestures you to enter inside the car. She shuts the door gently and waves at you through the car window. Your face is almost hidden beneath the window tints but she could almost catch your small smile and teary eyes as the car starts driving off. She doesn’t move from her spot until the car becomes a small obscure dot in the distance.

She takes a long deep breath. The emptiness she had in her chest, she could feel it coming back.

Control yourself, she thinks and bends down to pick up the canvas you wrapped for her.

“So, did you guys kiss?” Ji-yeong asks the second Sae-byeok enters the apartment.

“K—Kiss?” Cheol stammers.

“Ji-yeong.” Sae-byeok sighs in disappointment. “Not now.”

While she reaches to shut the door, she didn’t see the worried looks Ji-yeong and her brother shared. It’s like they knew that she was holding it all together by a thread. But they fall silent after she spoke, knowing that anything else they might say or do might cause an avalanche.

Sae-byeok marches to her room and locks the door. With a large exhale she sits by the edge of her bed and stares intensely at the gift. She sniffles and forcibly holds back tears as she aggressively tears open the wrapping paper.

It’s unclear how long she continues to stare at the painting. But her jaw slackened just admiring every brush stroke, and her fingers gently trace down to the signature you marked at the bottom. It was a large garden of flowers with a beautiful blue and purple sky backdrop. The only flowers in the field being yellow lilies and lavender you gifted her a while back as bouquets because they reminded you of her. She remembers it well enough. Now regret brews in her stomach that she rejected them because you must still remember.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her mouth opens to let the sobs escape her. When Sae-byeok blinks away the tears, she didn’t notice some droplets splatter onto your art work, permanently leaving tear marks on it.

Her life is still full of uncertainties and now that you’re gone she wonders what obstacles she has to overcome to stabilize her life again. She knows it won’t be easy.

And she knows for certain that this will be the last and only time she will let her emotions get the best of her. After this day, she will bring her guard up to the fullest extent. And she will do anything in her power to stay afloat by the time you arrive again.

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[ragingstillness]

Ok so I just finished the episodes and by a cruel twist of fate I once again have to work in the morning so here’s my quick thoughts:

Calypso’s bday was clearly a pride celebration and I love that for them

I actually picked up on it surprisingly fast, like literally when Frenchie left the galley to go prepare for the party

Izzy’s voice is of course always tops, we knew Con could sing but man he really belted it this episode

Ned Low is a dick and deserved what he got

I now stan Hellcat Maggie

Not surprised murder turns Stede on, frankly it was smtg I was always expecting

While their previous two kisses have been sweet and romantic I was happy to see one with some passion

Izzy, Jim, and Wee John in drag mean everything to me

Poor Roach, he seemed to be enjoying his torture

Wish we’d seen whatever torture there was that “turned Izzy on” lol

Can confirm, people who play violin are assholes (source: I am a violinist) /jk

Ngl the episode felt a tiny bit rushed idk if that was just me

Ricky’s a dick and his speech immediately made me think of a gay priest who is denying himself and condemning homosexuality (for which specific priest, just take your pick there are a lot of them)

As much as I like Ed trying to encourage Stede not to “kill in cold blood” I think that ship has totally sailed on both their parts. Even if you don’t claim Stede’s killing of the Badmintons as “cold blood” he did totally set that ship of French aristocrats on fire

I like that the show’s acknowledging that jumping right into sex especially after trauma is not necessarily a good idea no matter how much some part of my shipper heart is like ugh why are they fighting again let them be happy

The second episode in particular Stede spends kind of acting like a dick and knowing Djenks and his team this is on purpose but it’s still unpleasant to watch

I feel like Stede’s fallen into the trap of now that he’s back with Ed he thinks everything is going to be fine and he’s turned Ed into this idealized figure again and is ignoring the actual things that Ed says

That being said, I do agree with him that Ed is being a coward by running off to become a fisherman as if he wasn’t a bloodthirsty pirate who still hasn’t made up for his actions to the crew.

Ed becoming a fisherman is clearly a “I was happy fishing for the first time in a long time I want to hold onto that feeling” decision

Essentially both Ed and Stede are running from their faults and pasts and I think they need to talk it out

Ed seems to be trying to say to Stede that he wants to have time to love himself before falling headlong into a relationship but he missed the mark a bit

Izzy briefly plays Lucius’ role in congratulating them on sleeping together and giving Stede advise

It fits him like an over large suit but I understand they needed a character to fill that role and Lucius has his own plotline now

I do think Izzy is being remarkably calm and that might not last, he’s probably bottling it up

Has the Jim/Olu/Archie polycule expanded to include Zheng? I’m so confused by it all. I don’t disapprove in any way I just feel like some of the relationships in that square are qpps and some are romantic and I can’t really nail down which is which

Fang and Roach bonding I kind of ship them a little

The Paper-azzi hysterical

Jackie’s new outfit: yes queen

The Swede’s new look: bitchin’

I feel like most of the cast have gotten hotter over the season. Shows what a few modifications in costuming can do (note, I said in costuming not in body or face or anything I’m not shaming anyone)

At one point I straight up thought Izzy was a ghost the way he kept popping up near Stede and Ed and giving commentary, idk if that was intentional

Izzy is still dealing with his alcoholism and I’m glad they didn’t pretend that’d be solved in a few days

RIP Ed’s leathers, you were hot

I knew there was smtg up with those clocks but I thought there was some sort of secret message in them not that they’d explode. That might be just because I considered it an anachronism. The earliest I can find evidence of a time bomb with a little googling is 1776 but that may be wrong

Who was firing on the republic? Was it Ricky or did the bombs somehow set off the canons on Zheng’s ships?

Stede deserved the beat down he got he was being a misogynistic dick

Also, it’s about time Stede detached from Ed long enough to realize that he hasn’t spent enough quality time with his crew to get them to stay with him when there are other options

Not surprised Ed didn’t kill Ned Low but a little surprised Izzy didn’t, as Izzy’s canonically killed everyone Ed couldn’t

Izzy mentioning how Ed shot him when he told him he loved him and Stede responding as if he’d heard that before I would have loved to see that scene

In general these two episodes felt a little rushed but idk if I’m perceiving that correctly I’m too tired

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Oh I love your process!! I never thought about getting ideas from the title. I can't write without a title either, i should try your method sometime. Please feel free to talk about other titles that you remember or had something interesting to share about. <3

Yeah it’s been a lot of fun!! My last couple of projects have been titled from that list, haha! I can certainly chat about “Hallowed Bodies” a little bit more since this one had some interesting lore I didn’t share before. I was writing the end of Seventh Virtue when I got to this line:

They were Jesus and the cross, BLANK bodies nailed together in search of vicious salvation.

I needed a word to fill in that blank. I’ve always loved the phrase “heavenly body” about celestial bodies, but obviously Heavenly Bodies is already taken hahaha. I think I subbed “holy” first & then searched up synonyms which got me to hallowed (I didn’t like the sound of holy as much & much preferred the hollower mouthfeel of “hallowed.”)

I immediately thought “wow that’d make a great moth work 3 title” (this was before I even knew I’d write BB, I didn’t even have that idea yet). So it sat on my list! When I DID get the idea for BB, I considered calling it HB, but it didn’t fit harrison as much and I didn’t want to waste it LOL. I had actually hesitated to call BB BODY BACK because I thought “well if I write MW 3 I don’t want it to have the double body in it” but then I just didn’t care because BB was perfect (and I was too lazy to brainstorm more lol). Then a month later the idea for HB came to me and it was perfect because they’re companion novels and the “body” is a throughline between them!

[thestarlitnights]

STAR’S INCOHERENT THOUGHTS OF SEMI 1 RAAHHHHHHH

1) norway - GIRLBOSS. QUEEN. i love her and wish her the best. i’d be happy if she qualified. she probably will. THE HIGH NOTE  2) malta - RELATABLE INTROVERT PARTY ANTHEM. STAGING WAS IMMACULATE. OUTFIT? CHANGED. CAR? DRIVEN. PARTY? LEFT. HOTEL? TRIVAGO. they’re so scrunkly 3) serbia - TALENTED BRILLIANT INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE SPECTACULAR NEVER THE SAME TOTALLY UNIQUE UNAFRAID TO REFERENCE OR NOT REFERENCE PUT IT IN A BLENDER SHIT ON IT VOMIT ON IT EAT IT GIVE BIRTH TO IT. if luke doesn’t qualify i’m going on a soul-searching journey. 4) latvia - INDIE ROCK/POP MY BELOVED. i really need them to qualify too because they deserve it this year!! and the eurofandom roots for them too i think!! 5) portugal - DRAMA KID’S FEVER DREAM. she’s so cool and i loved her performance too, her energy was astounding. 6) ireland - they’re so wholesome!! they didn’t deserve the crap they went through up to the contest, and even if they don’t qualify i wish them the best in what they do next :) 7) croatia - TRACTOR GODS. if they qualify that’d be cool 8) switzerland - his outfit was amazing and the dancers were dancing! two anti war songs with very different approached back to back tho lol 9) israel - U. NI. CORN. the dance was intense. cool if it qualifies but we’ll see 10) moldova - PASHA, GOD OF THE SUN AND MOON WITH HIS DISCIPLES AND DEMIGODS. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY GET HIM TO THE FINAL. AND P L E A S E DON’T PULL A FULENN ON SATURDAY. 11) sweden - the queen loreen has come for her crown??? great song, great performance. her nails are amazing.  12) azerbaijan - they’ve been so scrunkly.... they truly served cunt on the turquoise carpet too 13) czechia - SESTRO KRASYVA!!! i’d love for them to qualify and their matching but not matching outfits suited their theme so well 14) netherlands - oh netherlands i loved your entry sm last year but now i’m scared for your qualification streak this year. i know it’s a bloodbath semi and they did their best 15) finland - IS CRAZY, IS PARTY!!!! he’s definitely going through. i need him to. please. this dionysian party banger is what we need

[sunnylovesgirlythings]

I would like for it to be Chloe putting on a front to hide her emptiness after losing everything.

That’d be an interesting and slightly nuanced direction to take her!

Which is how I 100% know it isn’t what’s going on.

Because the miraculous writers don’t do nuance with Chloe. Not post season three at least.

Every character gets some level of nuance added over time but Chloe seemingly only gets hers stripped from her.

For me Zoe’s introduction was the final nail in the coffin on that.

It removes any narrative need for Chloe to have depth. Because now she’s not the bee miraculous holder anymore. They don’t need to portray her as somewhat heroic.

And it makes it impossible to cleanly go back. Because it’s forever one or the other now. There’s no more known ownerless miraculous. So any person getting a miraculous now is a trade off.

And making the trade off between post season three Chloe and basically anyone is an impossible narrative task. Especially not the character introduced to be her team replacement.

It’s actually sorta impressive in a scary way how they’ve built the set up in a very specific way to give Chloe zero opportunities narratively other then remaining just a cheap slapstick “lol isn’t she awful?” Punching bag.

Which makes me confused. If they hate her that much, why not take the clean out they had with her character from her last appearance?

It felt so final. They absolutely did not need to bring her back. There’s nothing really left they can DO with her. There’s no nuance left to strip. No dignity for her to lose.

There’s only up from where she currently is. And we all know the miraculous writers would rather die than take her that direction.

This will start the heat between Chloe haters and Chloe fans

Okay, spoilers ahead so beware

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If you seen the scene of Sabrina's crying because she missed Chloe and she sent the vid in London (? = Correct me if I'm wrong), now this got me clicking judging by her cardy (cardigan) design

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Something Special | p. 2

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x gn!pilot!reader

Part One Masterlist

Summary: You wanted to hate Rooster for everything he'd done. But you still wanted him to come home. To you.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Angst. Allusion toward death. Fluff

A/n: Sorry for the wait on this, life's been a lot. I hope this fixes some of the hurt from the first part lol. I'd love to know your thoughts, thanks for reading! <3

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You muffled your angry screams into your pillow, fingers gripping the case to have something to keep you grounded. After all these months of guessing, hoping, that you were important to Rooster, he dropped “I love you” before leaving, perhaps for the last time. You threw the pillow against the wall, collapsing on your bed as your fists balled tighter.

Part of you wanted to hate him, to chew him out for what he said to you. It wanted to push him again and again until he was stumbling back, away. Until he couldn’t hurt you anymore. He could fly toward death as much as he wanted then. And you weren’t sure how long you sat with that hatred, minutes slipping past like weightless seconds.

It wasn’t until the other part of you began to appear that you came back, and you realized that you hadn’t said it back. You hadn’t told him that you loved him too. That made your legs move, make your body pace back and forth along the room. It brought on the first hiccup of tears, your hands grabbing your crumpled pillow and holding it to your chest, trying to calm yourself. See, you wouldn’t be crying if you just hated him and didn’t care about him. But you did.

Shoving your tear-stained pillow over your head or playing music loud enough to hurt your ears couldn’t block out your frantic thoughts, or the noise of people excitedly running past your door. Everyone seemed to be trying to get updates on the mission, hurried gasps echoing through the halls when they caught a snippet. Everyone except for you.

It had started in your stomach, the prodding and fluttering that threatened to make you nauseous. The feeling spread outward, down your legs and up your throat until you were almost choking on it. It left your fingers twitching, picking at your nails, and teeth chewing on your cheek. You had told Rooster good luck, and you meant it. Truly, despite everything that’d happened.

And he’d need it if it really was as dangerous as it seemed.

Your chest didn’t rise like it should have, as if a weight refused to leave you. Inhales and exhales felt shallow, never enough. Not when you thought of Rooster up there fearing for his life, his heart pounding through his body.

Moving your hand to your chest, feeling your own irritated heartbeat, you thought back to flattening your fingers across his shirt weeks ago, searching for that pulse in the dark. You’d gotten news one night that your dad was sick, back in the hospital, and it didn’t look good. With watery vision and an emptiness trying to swallow you whole, you heaved yourself out of bed and went to the only place you could.

Rooster had opened the door within seconds of your knocking, probably hearing the sound of your sniffling on the other side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in and holding you as if nothing else mattered in that moment. 

In between your staccatoed breaths, he rubbed a hand down your back and murmured, “It’s okay, baby. Wanna talk about it?”

Your throat still felt tight, your crying still racking through your body. So you shook your head and mentally remembered to apologize for soaking his shirt later. But he just walked you to his bed and laid with you, whispering reassurance against your forehead. And your palm found the space above his heart, letting its beating lull you to a calm only he brought.

Your fingers clenched against your own shirt now, an ache inside still existed from his words – from the secrets he’d kept from you. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to wish pain back on him. After all, you’d gone in there yelling at him because you didn’t want to see him hurt. 

Frustration bubbled up to a soft groan in the back of your mouth. You just wanted things to go back to normal, to quiet moments between the two of you and the way he made you laugh so easily. Like that terrible joke he always told people… why a pilot’s least favorite movie is The Little Mermaid.

“Because it’s an Ariel assault,” you whispered, shaking your head as a hint of a smile ghosted your face. 

As you wiped your eyes, attempting to rid your body and mind of the last of its tears, you caught snippets of raised voices passing down the hallway. With more strength than you thought you had in that moment, you crossed the room and crept the door open. You found several people making their way toward the front of the base. 

A pilot you didn’t recognize told you, “They’re on their way back. C’mon.”

In a bit of a daze, you followed. Your feet moved faster as worry ate its way through you, whispering into your ear. What if it had gone all wrong? What if Rooster wasn’t with them? What if he hated you after all that’s happened?

Nearing the entrance, you pushed through the crowd of people. You barely felt the warmth of the sun along your body, your hand coming up to block its brightness. The air buzzed as you saw glimpses of Phoenix’s dark hair, her face tired but happy. Bob stood near, wide smile and bright eyes under his glasses, but sweat drenched him. A question of whether that was a sign things had gone wrong ate at the back of your mind.

Hangman appeared next to them, clasping Maverick on the back. They cheered along with the group of pilots joining them, but where was…?

A breath knocked from your lungs when that laugh rang out, that voice that breezed along your skin. Then you saw him, that stupid mustache that you loved and those warm eyes as they connected with yours from afar. You couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face, especially not once he squeezed around people, fighting through as he made his way toward you.

A giggle escaped your mouth as you did the same, not stopping until he stood in front of you. Where he belonged, with his arms around you and pulling you in close. Where you belonged.

“I’m sorry,” he told you, words spoken against your cheek. You clutched onto the back of him, not caring what this all meant for you two or what anyone might think. He was here. He was alive, and so were you.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” you said, pressing into him. “I’m sorry too.”

He pulled back, shaking his head, and you already missed the feeling of him. “No, I was an idiot, and I should’ve told you. Was just scared… like you said.” He kissed your forehead, letting himself breathe against you. “You’re all I thought about up there.”

By that point, your smile had grown so wide your cheeks began to ache. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Knew I had to make it back.” His body rocked side to side with yours, oblivious to anything happening outside the two of you.

You gave him one last squeeze before leaning back, brushing a thumb along his jaw. “Well, for what it’s worth,” you said, unable to draw your eyes away from his, “I love you too.”

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@reidslovely

[taegularities]

who do u think would be most into titties from BTS? a most to least? andd what are ur thoughts on tae's and look's possible kinks?

owhh gosh, i’m sorry for getting to this 3 days late, but this was so difficult lmao let me know what u think of this 🤣 also !! disclaimer, ofc i don't know the boys' sexuality, so this is just me guessing. hypothetically <3 also if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t. i didn’t sleep much last night LOL

i'll do least to most, to make it more interesting !! [NSFW warning]

7. hobi realistically, i think he's the guy to appreciate all parts of your body equally. not saying that the other boys wouldn't, but i think he's just very thoughtful when it comes to giving away his love. and i know there are a lot of theories about him being a dom, but i actually think he's a switch? and focuses on spending a giggly, fun time with his partner. they'd be fooling around a lot. concentrate more on their feeling than what they prefer 🤔

6. yoongi i think he's (despite all the dom fics) just a very shy person overall. similarly to hobi, he'd focus a lot more on making you feel good, whatever that includes. i imagine he'd love all parts equally. but if i could decide, i'd say he's more of a person who’s 95% focused on giving you a good time. he’ll let you decide what that is. will keep asking you what you want him to do. if that includes tits, then that’s what he’ll do and enjoy doing. 

5. jin gosh, okay, the thing with jin is that i’ve never looked at him from a sexual perspective. he’s more like a comfort person to me, like a big brother? so i’m never sure what he might be into, or what he’d prefer. but from what i can guess, i’d say he’s more into softer stuff? like neck kissing, hugging you close, being basically flush against you when cuddling you or making love with you, so he’d maybe, like hobi, focus more on the feelings and act itself than what he prefers about your body. ugh honestly, i’m not sure, help me out !!!

4. jungkook placing him in the middle, bc it probably depends on the situation. during sex, he might be more into ass, considering how he keeps spanking the members every now and then like it’s nothing. similar to tae, i think he’d like grabbing your ass and releasing his tension with a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, since you’re obviously so hot 💕 but then again, while cuddling and chilling or before falling asleep, he might be the guy to place a hand on your tiddies, just bc he finds it comforting and calming lol. yeah, i think it depends. –– kinks: he’s a pretty sensitive guy, so i think neck kisses or teasing him would drive him wild. he loves adrenaline, so maybe he’d be into public sex or anything that’d force you to shut up. will love it when you practice power over him, but won’t hesitate to fck you against the wall either. will love to put his strength to use. blindfolding (bc he’s sensitive, heightened senses), praising (both sides), consent, etc. etc.

3. tae tbh, i think tae is more of an ass guy, too (no one mention feet !!! LMFAO). it’s the big hands and the sus demonic behaviour.. i really think he’d pin you against a wall or the mattress and dig his nails into your ass lol. or enjoy his time spanking you before making love to you. i mean, he’s a romantic guy, so i’m sure he enjoys a sweet, loving time with you as well, but i’d say he has his beastly days lmao. but the reason that i’m placing him so high is bc that man obviously has an oral fixation. and he won’t stop at your ass. he’ll use his tongue around your tiddies until you’re squirming and begging for more – and he might even like that better than the ass grabbing 😐 –– kinks: likes to make you cry (in a good way), will praise you, eat you out until you’re dry, feet or whuteva, loooong foreplay with lots of orgasms, loves eye contact, likes it rough, likes to leave marks, likes it when you kiss down his body, huge fan of oral in general, oh i’m sure he loves handcuffs and sex toys and whatnot :’)

2. namjoon namjoon is a handsome, sweet intellectual, but i feel like he’s also very much into kinks and sexual stuff... i mean, that’s the man who made expensive girl and downloaded p0rn, risking getting a virus on their computer and whatnot. so i’m sure he’s into giving you the best time 🤣 he has these pretty, full lips, and i can’t even give a proper reason why i put him so high, but my gut feeling is telling me he’d love to have that mouth around your nipples, okay 😔 might be his d*ddy aura, but i feel like he’d have a lot of fun with your tatas.

1. jimin come on, jimin is a kinky brat. he’d love playing around with you. i think he’s more a switch than a dom or anything, but i really feel like he’d be into tits a lot. he’d tease tf out of you, twisting your nipples, licking them, slapping them, biting them, etc etc etc. he’d chuckle when you whine, and play around your breasts, toy with your nerves. i think he loves ass, but he might just like playing with your tits a bit more. and also.

[z3llous]

Unbridled

Sanji x Badass Jealous Reader (She/her)

I use the word "bitch" gender neutrally, Pudding just happens to be a woman. Anyone can be a bitch in my book lol.

Decided to keep my lil scene name notes in.

--- Scene 1 Captain Y/n's rage---

A soft light escaped from an airship hovering in the night sky and caressed the deep dark waves below.

"Captain, are you sure this is a good idea? I know the Straw Hat Pirates are friends, but this is really risky." Vera, Y/n's first mate, questioned tracing a finger along the map.

"Vera, I appreciate it. I know and understand how risky this is, but frankly, I don't care." Y/n stated unsheathing her dagger.

Vera swallowed as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of her face at the cold gleam of the dagger under moonlight.

"Sanji and I have had something between us for a long time. We aren't official, at least not publicly, but that's my man and I'm not about to let some sugary bitch think she can take what's mine!" Y/n yelled as she aggressively impaled the drawing of Whole Cake.

--- Scene 2 Preparing for the wedding---

Sanji let out a long deep sigh as he got to the last button.

To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. The wedding would begin soon and he'd have to put on happy face, regardless much he didn't want to.

Pudding wasn't who he thought she was, and she definitely wasn't Y/n.

Oh shit, Y/n! If this plan fails he'd never see her again.

They'd agreed to make their relationship public the next time their crews crossed paths, which should've been Wano, but now he wasn't so sure that'd ever happen.

"Damn it, this has to work." He whispered gripping the sides of the vanity and glaring at his reflection.

---Scene 3 Wedding Crash! Grab that Man!---

Beautiful, everything was perfect, at least it appeared that way to anyone who didn't know what was soon to come.

He was just going through the motions with a lie of a smile plastered on his face.

The moment to pull the vail back had arrived. His hands hesitated. Could he do it? It didn't matter, he couldn't turn back now, no matter how much he wanted to.

Sanji's hands reached for the vail.

A gunshot echoed throughout the area.

The priest let out a groan and dropped to floor.

A coin fell and bounced along the candy brick: everyone heard it.

"I object." A familiar feminine voice stated from her seat on top the wall.

Her crew's sniper blew the smoke from his gun with a smirk.

"Y/n." Sanji whispered in recognition.

---Scene 4 Reunited and Terribly in Love---

The fight was intense and Y/n's crew added to the chaos.

Thankfully, the sheer amount of Luffy was distracting enough for Y/n to grab Sanji and run.

Sanji had hoped to see her again, but in her arms with scowl on her face as she ran at a full sprint wasn't quite how he'd pictured it. He knew jealousy was rare for her, but damn did she look good in it.

Eventually Y/n found an empty building far enough and stopped there.

He was unfortunately back on his feet, but luckily Sanji was pulled back in her arms, and into a kiss that quickly became many. Soon those kisses trailed away from his lips to his neck.

"What you think you're doing getting yourself into all this trouble? Do you have any idea how upset and worried I was when I learned your bastard of a father was selling you off for a political marriage?" She questioned between kisses, a hand sliding up an down his back comfortingly.

"I'm sorry to have worried you. How did you know what was happening?" He held her closer and whispered.

"I have a few spies here. They keep me updated on Big Mom's plans." Y/n said ceasing her affectionate attacks along his neck and collarbone.

"I missed you, Y/n." Sanji said tearing up.

"Shh It's ok. You're going to be ok. I'm right here" She cooed stroking his cheek with her thumb.

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Sorry Pudding, I took your moment away from you :/

Also Katakuri was like, I'm going to just file my nails a sec while you shoot the priest, cuz like he's not family so it ain't my problem.

Tags: @vemuabhi​

@vission-kid​

[vrisrezis]

Last one, for now, I promise! How would the matsu's react to their S/O asking to have a sleep over with them for the first time and how would the night go?

Love this rq it’s cute , rq whenever you wanna ur rqs are some of my favorites that I’ve gotten! Also they’re all sleeping at your place bcuz their place is chaotic so lol

Also what do people do at sleepovers my god I’m such a loser 😭 I tried

Osomatsu is freaking out on the inside!! He’s like a little schoolboy when he actually sleeps over at your place! But he tries to act chill about it and like it isn’t a big deal, he enjoys the night with you just chilling out and watching some stupid comedy movies (if I were to think of the kinda movies y’all would watch, think of Adam sandler). However he will make it his goal to make sure your laughing your ass off before you fall asleep. Maybe get a little drunk with you if you want.

Karamatsu acts cool about it, but on the inside he’s freaking out. He’s never done this before! But hey, he manages to act somewhat normal when he sleeps over… somewhat.. he came to the sleepover with a stupid white robe and a glass of wine (mf didn’t even bother bringing a bottle, just brought a glass with him all the way to your house?) despite this though he’s pretty chill.. or as chill as he can be and you guys end up talking about random shit that you both enjoy or just what’s been going on and catching up and whatnot, he also insists on singing his “famous lullaby” to you to help you fall asleep.

Choromatsu freaks the fuck out, he stutters a “y-yeah that’d be f-f-fun!!” it’s clear he was nervous, despite you reassuring him he’d be fine and if he didn’t want to he didn’t have to. But he simply yelled “n-no! I want to! It’s fine!” It was not fine. He was dying. But he wasn’t about to tell you that (you know). Despite his initial nervousness, it turns out fine! You guys end up reading together and watch some tv. It took him forever to actually fall asleep though, and throughout the time he was at your place he couldn’t help but think about how happy he was to spend this time with you.

Ichimatsu tries to act casual about it, “sure.. why not.. I’m not busy..” no shit he’s not busy, when is he ever busy? But seriously, he’s kinda panicked a little because like what if he shits himself out of sheer nervousness? He needs to relax. Seriously it’s fine bring a comfort cat. And so he did. But despite this had scary fun in mind for this sleepover. You’d play indie horror video games (which are so fun btw I found shit like this bcuz of berleezy) and also you guys watch horror movies. Also a ouija board (did I spell that right?) It was a lot of scary fun!

Jyushimatsu loves the idea and gets so excited he ends up talking to his brothers about it a lot and he even comes a little early because he was so eager. He’s a dork, and brought a sleeping back and he told you he wanted to make a indoor tent and so you did. Yknow one of those stupid indoor tents with just blankets and pillows. Doesn’t an at home karaoke sound fun? Doesn’t matter if you don’t wanna, he’s getting you to do it. A pillow fight is a must with him. A lot of his activities are childish but extremely fun!

And finally Todomatsu, who was very excited to have a sleepover with you. He’s never done this so maybe he was a little nervous but he had some ideas. He ended up gossiping with you about celebrity drama as well as drama with your mutual friends, while he did your nails and hair. Eventually after all that, he ended up doing your makeup as well because he knows how to do makeup now, after that he insisted you bake something together so you ended up making cupcakes and he made cute designs on em.

[ahtsumu]

idk if reqs are open but I absolutely adore ur blog to bits but I have a poor memory & cannot remember for the life of me if you’ve done anything on oikawas type (feel free to ignore if you have SJBSHS)

oikawa’s type:

confident. oikawa’s the grand king and someone who doesn’t act like they deserve his attention probably won’t get it. by confident, i don’t mean someone who flaunts their looks or other attributes, but someone who’s confident by the way they carry themselves. they don’t seek validation; they know their worth already.

perfectionist. oikawa demands perfection from himself and would appreciate an s/o who does the same. but truthfully, he’d also work really well with laid-back people, people who know when to say “okay, that’s as good as it’s going to get” after trying their best and walk away. having the former as his partner will make the two a power couple, but the latter balances him out and can be the grounding, calming force that he so needs in his life. i think oikawa would prefer the “perfectionist” but find himself intrigued by the “laid-back”.

successful, ambitious. this has to do with the perfectionist point. oikawa’s high-achieving and his ideal is someone who can also match his success, or at least ambition. i just don’t think he can be happy with someone who doesn’t want to be better or keep improving, hitting milestones. he hates settling.

intelligent, curious. oikawa was in a college prep class in high school and he’s a pretty mature person beneath that airhead façade. i can only imagine him enjoying late-night talks about life, philosophy, self-worth, aliens, the universe... all these things. he’d want an s/o who can carry their half of those conversations and offer fresh perspectives and synthesis. i think oikawa gets bored, especially of people, easily because of how absorbed he is in his own life. and that self-centredness is understandable when you consider the goals he wants to achieve. but if you can throw him some bait to hook him into yours, you’ve got him.

independent. oikawa would be absolutely enamoured with someone who seems like they just barely need him. he’s got tournaments to win and practice and interviews and yadda yadda... he can’t orbit around someone 24/7. if you have your own thing going for you, that’d be great. and also he likes the chase, the push-and-pull. he has so many fangirls that someone who treats him like a regular person would definitely pique his interest!

someone who takes care of themselves. oikawa’s a little vain and full of himself and he cares about how he’s perceived by others. naturally, he also has the same standards for his s/o. it’s not that he wants someone who looks like a supermodel or fits all the conventional beauty standards–– he’s attracted to people who put effort in their appearance. nice skin, no chapped lips, well-kept nails and hair, smells good...

caring, patient, understanding. oikawa’s had it rough. he’d definitely go for someone who knows how to comfort him, patch him up when he’s hurt (mentally and physically), and also extends the same care to others. since he’s going to fight admitting his feelings for as long as possible, these traits are pretty much nonnegotiable for the relationship to last. at the same time, his s/o needs to have a backbone and not let oikawa dictate everything in the relationship!!

if this set seems demanding, it’s because oikawa is!! LOL

that being said, it’s incredibly likely he ends up with someone who doesn’t check everything on this list. i think if oikawa were to fall for someone, it’d have to be under a very specific set of circumstances. i don’t envision a love-at-first-sight thing for him, but intrigue-at-first-sight or i’m-bored-let’s-see-if-i-can-make-you-fall-for-me turning into oh-shit-i’m-in-love suits his character pretty nicely. so there’s a lot of friendship and trust going into this relationship before oikawa realises he’s in love.

[passivenovember]

Ok this is silly I had this thought and didn’t know what to do with it so since I know you’re from the midwest too here you go lol; no one explaining to billy the concept of testing tornado sirens after the move to Indiana so he’s just sitting in class on a sunny Wednesday morning when the sirens go off and he’s the only one freaking out (does Indiana even get tornadoes? idk)

Being born on the coast, right on the water, practically on a surfboard grants Billy wings. Flying high on the surf of tsunamis and hurricanes--tropical storms that lay palm trees flat when the wind blows just right--Billy knows that whatever monsters exist in Hawkins probably lie dormant under the weatherman's bed, or something. Completely harmless save for two weeks out of the year.

But.

Butbutbut--that doesn't stop him from preparing. He's got half a brain for self preservation, being raised by Neil, so Billy does the math. Scans a few Farmer's almanacs the week after they move into their cozy little shit shack on Cherry Lane and finds that Indiana has had 32 tornadoes in the last year.

Thirty fucking two.

And 1,015 people got hurt. And 32 Midwesterners died trying to rescue their hay bails from landing dick first in Oz, or something, but no one ever seems to be talking about it. No candles line the streets. No public vigils are held, Chief Hopper disgracing the dead just as he does the living.

Nope.

Things continue on with regularly scheduled boredom, until second period History. Billy's relaxed. Loose limbed, leaning into the blunt he smoked on the way across town this morning, and he's happy, for a Wednesday.

Counting the seconds until lunch, staring at the back of Steve Harrington's head, just. Salivating over waves of barley falling to rest against the collar of Harrington's stupid little shirt...when the wailing starts.

Typical.

And Billy's fingers go white-knuckle on the desk in front of him, carefully highlighted notes fading in and out of focus as his throat dries up.

Billy's never heard a noise like this in all his life.

It's a fucking nightmare. Cosmic punishment--nails on the black board, and screeching children, and road burned tires rolled up in one.

Billy thinks the skies have cracked open for the angels to sing with their high, scary voices. He thinks the walls must be vibrating with it. Humming in tune, as the wind whips a hole into the cosmos--

"Hey, are you alright?" Steve Harrington asks.

Mrs. Decker's gone.

Everyone's gone.

Billy tries to make sense of it, eyes blinking in rapid succession. One, two, three. Onetwo three twoo--

"Where did everyone go?" Billy tries, sounding. A lot weaker than he means to.

"You look like you're gonna hurl." Steve says, shuffling awkwardly. "I could, like. Grab a trash can for you, if that'd help?"

Billy tries to breathe in through his nose, and. Out through his mouth, or something.

Steve waves a hand in front of Billy's face, all, "Look, dude, if you're gonna ralph just tell me and I'll get the trash can."

"I don't want to--"

"Connor O'Murphy blew chunks in the one by science hall last year and it smelled like peanut butter." Steve says. Mean, like Billy's trying to be difficult. "It's not a big deal."

He waits for Billy to say something.

Billy doesn't.

Steve gets on his knees, leans back on his haunches, and. He looks kinder up close. Worried. "Hey." He says again.

Billy frowns. "I'm not deaf, alright, don't talk to me like I'm--"

"Okay."

"--I heard you the first fucking time--"

"Alright," Harrington snaps. "Jesus, you're not sayin' shit. And you're frozen in time or something. Freaking out." Steve tosses his hair.

Right out in the open like that, like. Billy didn't need the air in his lungs anyway.

Steve frowns. "You alright?" He tries again.

And Billy's had enough. "Where the fuck is that noise coming from?"

Steve looks over his shoulder and back again, like, "What noise."

Billy lets out a sound. It's rough. Hurts, a little.

Steve touches his knee. Billy smacks his hand away. "That noise," He says, as the angels hit another high note. "What the fuck is that, It sounds like a bomb's gone off somewhere."

Steve makes that stupid face again. The one with the doe eyes, and the puffy pink lips, and the flop of hair across his forehead.

The one that sets Billy's blood on fire. The one that makes him mad. Harrington eases the burn with a frown. "The tornado siren?" He supplies.

And.

Billy's whole ass, fucking. Drops into the gymnasium below.

"There's a tornado?" He whispers, chest staging a riot. "Why is no one doing. Anything. Why is no one--"

"Woah, woah, hey--"

"Why aren't we finding shelter?" Billy demands wildly. "There were thirty-two tornadoes last year, and 1,015 people got hurt and thirty two died and--"

"Listen, you gotta breathe, Hargrove." Steve makes a big show. Puckers his stupid pink lips and demonstrates how to do it.

Like human's aren't conditioned to breathe on impulse. Like Billy even could, with Harrington's lips looking like that--

Billy slaps the hand away that finds his chest. Gasps, too, like the room is filling with smoke. "Shouldn't we be finding shelter?"

Steve shakes his head. "No, man, 's a test siren." He says easily.

Too easily.

Billy stares at him. Watches him breathe in and out until his own breaths match up, just. Naturally.

"What?"

"Yeah." Steve's hand finds his knee again. Billy wishes he'd stop doing that, as Harrington's fingers toy with the rip in his pants. "Every Wednesday--"

"Bullshit."

"Let me finish." Steve says, almost. Fondly. "Every Wednesday from February to May they do practice drills."

"Who does practice drills?" Billy says thickly, trying to breathe. "Who's they, why would they do that--"

"How should I know?" Harrington snaps. Then; gently. "The power plant? The mayor? Channel 15? Who's to say."

Practice drills.

Billy goes back to monitoring his breathing even as Steve crowds into his space and immediately backs up. Looking like he wants to touch. More than just a knee.

"I hate the Midwest." Billy stands. Gathers his shit into a pile before thrusting it into his bag.

He can feel eyes on him. Soft, soulful brown eyes that pin him down. Hold him hostage.

"Look," Harrington says. Billy does, heart thumping in a way that has nothing to do with the sirens. Steve watches him for a moment before grinning softly. "I got a joint in my car." He says.

Billy frowns. "Yeah? And I got a will to live."

"I told you, it's not a real tornado--"

"But it could be." Billy finds the strength to stand smile. "If I'm gonna die in a natural disaster I don't want it to be because the corn swallowed me whole."

"I'll protect you." Harrington says fiercely.

And Billy's got half a brain for self preservation. Like a boy scout who couldn't pass the D.A.R.E course.

Turns out? He'd sacrifice it for a pair of brown eyes.

Typical.

[mymoonagedaydream]

Hey girl 💞it’s my birthday next week Wednesday and I have no friends 🙃so I’m hoping if you have any time/ and if you want to could you write a fluffy birthday for Reader and Bucky where he is being all nice and shit. I recognise how tragic this sounds lol but it is what it is 😂 hope you have a good week and keep up the amazing stories 💞

103 Candles

Summary: You wouldn’t have minded your birthday quietly slipping by without anyone noticing, but apparently that wasn’t allowed on Bucky’s watch.

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, much floof as requested

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday for Wednesday anon! I know things seem to be relentlessly shitty at the moment but I really hope you have a lovely day despite all that. And don’t be saying you got no friends cause I’ve just written a whole bloody story for you, cheeky thing. (I moved this one up the queue a little but hey, can’t miss a birthday.)

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‘Mail call.’

Bucky was already standing inside your room, knocking on the door after he’d opened it. Apparently privacy wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, he’d caught you half-dressed more times than you could count but obviously still hadn’t learned his lesson.

He grinned and held a handful of envelopes out to you.

‘Thanks Buck. Glad to see you’re finally making yourself useful.’

‘Don’t get used to it, cupcake.’

He flopped down onto your bed, lying back with his hands folded under his head. Your gaze unconsciously wandered down to where his t-shirt was riding up slightly, your face starting to heat up before you caught what you were doing and quickly looked away.

In the couple of months you’d been at the compound, no-one had made you feel more welcome than Bucky. He was the first to offer help whenever you needed it and he always made an effort to speak to you when your paths crossed.

Plus neither of you really had friends outside of work, so you spent most evenings alone with him in the living room, doing your very best to educate him on some of the best films of the last fifty years while he fought tooth and nail to stay stuck in his outdated ways.

He still thought Charlie Chaplin was the height of cinema, bless him.

You’d really become attached, but you knew pursuing anything romantic meant risking the loss of your best friend, so you just buried that feeling alongside your weird fascination with bigfoot and your inexplicable attraction to Donny Osmond.

He propped himself up on his elbows. ‘Anything exciting?’

You lazily flicked through the letters, stopping when you came across a bright red envelope, sporting what you instantly recognised to be your sister’s handwriting.

Dropping the rest of the pile, you held it up to Buck. ‘Looks like a birthday card.’

‘Your birthday’s coming up?’

‘Yeah, Wednesday.’

‘For real?’ He excitedly jumped back onto his feet. ‘What are we doing for it? Party?’

‘God no, I can’t think of anything worse.’

His arms folded across his chest as he gave a loud huff, narrowing his eyes at you in suspicion. ‘Is this one of those lady things where you say you don’t want something but actually do?’

‘Definitely not. Could we just keep this between us? Please?’

The smirk that spread across his face sent a bolt of dread coursing through your veins. It was obvious that he was plotting something, but before you could probe any deeper he had his hands up in surrender and was backing out of the room.

‘Whatever you say, weirdo.’

---

Wednesday came around and, as you’d hoped, it felt like just another normal day. You woke up late, shuffled to the kitchen to assemble something resembling a breakfast and encountered no unwelcome surprises on your way. 

Your optimism about getting through this day without drawing the attention of your colleagues was steadily growing but, just as you’d finished cooking and were about to escape back to your bedroom, Bucky strolled in looking very fucking pleased with himself.

He was wearing his winter coat, immediately rousing your suspicion because the crazy powerful compound heating made the place like a sauna, and holding something behind his back.

‘Hey! Happy b-’

You shoved your hand over his mouth. ‘I thought we had an agreement.’

He made a face and mumbled something into your palm, making you roll your eyes and reluctantly let go of his face.

‘Yeah, we agreed to keep it between us. I haven’t told anyone else.’ With a proud grin, he pulled a terribly wrapped gift from behind his back. ‘But you never said I couldn’t celebrate.’

You tried your best to look a little peeved, but you really struggled to smother your growing smile. 

You just hoped that this was all he had planned.

Taking the present from him, you tried to tear it open, quickly realising that he’d used an ungodly amount of tape to hold the shambles together. You ended up having to ferret out the kitchen scissors just to get into the bloody thing.

Finally cracking it open, you grabbed your gift and held it up, becoming instantly confused.

‘You got me a Christmas sweater?’

‘Yeah. When you have a birthday in December, you gotta accept that you’ll get festive gifts.’ He excitedly reached for the zipper on his coat. ‘You haven’t even seen the best part.’

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Under his coat, he was wearing a matching sweater.

The only issue was that they obviously didn’t make them in his size, cause it was the tightest piece of clothing you’d ever seen anyone wear, including Nat. He looked like a size two sausage stuffed into a size one casing.

You started laughing so hard you could barely stay standing, his confused frown just sending you further into your spiral.

‘What? What’s so funny?’

You just about managed to form words through your breathless howling. ‘You look like a sex offender.’

‘Is that right?’ He gave you a roguish smirk and pulled your sweater out of your hands. ‘Well let’s see how you look in yours.’

‘I think I should save it for Christmas.’

‘I think you should be more polite about the gift I spent ages picking out for you.’

You quickly spun round, taking off towards the door. You knew you couldn’t outrun him, but you hoped you could at least get back to your bedroom before he caught up, locking him out along with the sweater.

It didn’t work.

You didn’t even make it out of the room before he’d grabbed you and pulled the sweater down over your shoulders, trapping your arms by your sides. 

With a reluctant sigh, you adjusted so you were wearing it properly, wincing at the itchy material rubbing against your neck. This thing would definitely give you a rash if you wore it for too long. 

‘Ah, you were right.’ Bucky looked you up and down with a smirk before strolling out of the room. ‘They do look terrible.’

You quickly pulled it off before shouting after him. ‘At least mine fits.’

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The evening came around and you sequestered yourself to your bedroom, hoping to ride out the rest of the day in peace. There’d been no big surprise party and no more weird gifts, so you were feeling pretty good about your chances, when a series of loud thuds sounded against your door.

You reluctantly shuffled over and pulled it open, a little shocked to see Bucky standing there holding two huge pizza boxes. This was the first time he’d ever knocked before entering.

Eh, he probably just couldn’t reach the doorknob with his hands full.

‘What is this?’

‘Birthday dinner.’ He strolled past you with a grin, jumping onto your bed and flinging open the top box. ‘I didn’t get anything for my birthday back in March either, so we can call this a joint party.’

Alright, if the only “party” you had to endure this year was pizza in bed with Bucky, you’d figured you’d gotten off pretty lightly. You might even enjoy it, just as long as he had nothing else hidden behind his back.  

Crawling on next to him, you grabbed a slice and started stuffing your face, deciding for some reason to attempt conversation in between mouthfuls. 

‘How old are you, anyway?’

‘If you count my time in deepfreeze I’m 103.’

You audibly gasped and inhaled a bit of cheese, immediately choking and coughing your guts up like a fucking idiot. Bucky just chuckled and whacked you hard on the back. 

It didn’t help at all, but you appreciated the gesture.

‘I can see why we skipped it,’ you wheezed, ‘you’d need a fucking big cake for 103 candles.’

‘And an even bigger one for 104. I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with.’

The two of you finished off the pizzas, Bucky wouldn’t admit it but he ate at least one and a half of them, and you threw the empty boxes onto the floor. Slumping back onto your pillows, you quickly had to dive sideways to dodge Bucky’s huge metal shoulder as he flopped next to you, obviously underestimating his own width. 

You flicked on the TV. ‘What d’you want to watch?’

‘I’ll let you pick, since it’s your birthday.’

‘For real?’ This was unprecedented, the two of you had never managed to watch a movie without at least thirty minutes of arguing beforehand. ‘Can everyday be my birthday?’

‘Maybe. If you play your cards right.’

You gave him a wide smile and let your head fall onto his shoulder, adjusting yourself a little when his arm came up to circle your shoulders. This had become your usual lazy evening position, but it felt a little different in bed than it did on the couch in the communal living area. More intimate.

It felt a lot different when his arm fell to your waist and pulled you in closer to him, that’d never happened before.

But you definitely weren’t complaining.

You shifted onto your side slightly, slotting your head into the curve of his neck, smiling to yourself at how neatly it fit there. Your knee automatically folded up to rest on his thigh, a bolt of electricity shooting up your spine when Bucky’s free hand moved to start caressing it lightly.

He must’ve felt you twitching, because he let out a gruff chuckle and pressed his lips into your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before shifting to rub cheek across your temple.

It was rough and stubbly, scratching against your skin like the sweater, but this sensation was different. It felt satisfying and strangely familiar, immediately  sending you in to a deep, warm relaxation.

Eventually managing to pluck up some courage, you tilted your head back slightly so you were face-to-face with him. 

His gaze was already zeroed in on you. 

As soon as your eyes met, he lifted his hand from your knee to cup your face, brushing his thumb gently across your lips.

‘Good birthday?’

‘Yeah. Better than expected.’

He gave a slight smile and leaned towards you, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips pressed softly against yours. Your whole body tensed slightly, you pulled in a sharp, stuttering breath through your nose as your stomach tied itself in a knot.

It took a few seconds, but you eventually managed to compose yourself, relaxing and letting him lead the kiss while you just felt yourself begin to melt under his touch.

Your arms slid around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, the two of you steadily pulling each other closer until you were both on lying your sides with your bodies pressed together, limbs tangled up like electrical cables.

He pulled away slightly, whispering while his forehead was still pressed firmly against yours. ‘I was lying earlier, you looked great in that sweater.’

‘I’m still not gonna wear it.’

‘Fair enough.’

---

[bujorulgalben]

it’s 5am and my cat just woke me up so now you all have to endure more of me. you can thank pearl now:

NAME. eve is my alias here! it comes from the name my parents nearly gave me; evangeline

STAR SIGN. virgo sun, taurus moon, libra rising. this is insanely sexy of me

HEIGHT. 5′2. i am the eldest and shortest of 3

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? lucy. not short for lucifer but that’d be really funny

PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?   1. rammstein - du hast (oh baby we’re off to a great start) 2. chris keya - totentanz 3. wargasm - post-modern rhapsody 4. franz ferdinand - walk away (never mind time to cry) 5. crystal castles - intimate 6. toby fox - death by glamour 7. ffs - johnny delusional 

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? ppl have dedicated songs to me and i promise that’s a sure-fire way to make me leave the function

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? maybe two days ago? i dance about with my jams a lot. easily embarrassed if i’m caught out

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? marina diamandis my beloved

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? hate: balloons rubbing on hands or other balloons. i could never be a balloon artist that noise goes straight through my head. it’s on the same level as nails on chalkboard. this is why i stopped going to TGI’s.  love: birdsong. uwu it’s one of the joys of living in the english suburbs all my life. i have a special place in my heart for robins, especially. i love robins. one of the paintings up in the house hallways is one i did of a robin, aged 6. i peaked at 6

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? ok so there was this one time i went on a residential trip with school for half a week, the house was absolutely haunted, and one morning i woke up to find myself standing upright in an old wardrobe. the doors were heavy, and i don’t sleepwalk. cue coming out joke

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? how can you not? it’s insanely vain to think we’re the most intelligent sentient species out there

DO YOU DRIVE? no! never! i love joking like “i���m a euro-gay you don’t WANT me to drive!!” but i legit have zero desire to drive. too expensive. too much destructive power. i’d die inside if i hit a pigeon let alone a person

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? see this is what i’m talking about! big fear! used to have nightmares abt car crashes

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? the song of achilles by madeline miller. i like crying

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? oh baby. oh i love the smell of petrol. this is the downside to not driving LMAO not getting to go to the petrol station. idk i like melting my brains i suppose. it takes me back to the highs i used to get off spray adhesives when i was studying fine art

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? i have no idea! i’m not a movie person by any means, so it must’ve been a while ago. i think it might’ve been the green knight, which was very sexy/10

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? idk! i’ve had a medically eventless life! it was probably the collapsed vein i had when this nurse fucked up taking my blood to test me for anemia. i fainted! and had to come back the next day! also yes i do have anemia i didn’t need a blood test to tell you that

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? i revived my naruto obsession after ten-ish years of not touching it and that’s been very, very fun. also: bitch i’m here on a tumblr roleplay blog. you tell me.

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?  yes. i can hold the mother of all grudges, and as much as i’d like to say i’m more inclined to forgive but never forget... nah. that isn’t true. i’d like to do better at this bc holy fuck is it tiring, but i feel my jaw clench thinking about Certain People. this is absolutely not healthy don’t be an eve

IN A RELATIONSHIP? i’m sorry but your social link isn’t strong enough for me to answer this

tagged by: stole it lol tagging: the girl reading this <3