#the moon rises over a reposted video

[blkkizzat]

WFH!Nanami

Work From Home Nanami = best house husband

a/n: lol this is nanami brainrot while I wait for my Toji fic to get beta'd so I know how dog it is. ETA: FYI, this is a semi-repost of a self-ship collab with a now deactivated account. I repurposed my selfship part to reader and expanded to WFH. cw: smut (pussy pounding, gagging on CAWK) fluff, nanami being the perf husband and male specimen per usual wc: 1.6k

WFH!Nanami doesn’t have to worry about waking up early to go into the office but he still rises with the sun to get his day started and do his favorite thing, which is to spoil you. Waking you up with gentle kisses, placing a hot espresso by the bedside and being your personal snooze button when you tell him 5 more minutes (he is so punctual it will be 5 mins on the dot). 

You will still likely end up strolling into the office late regardless though because knowing you, you can’t start your day until you’re squirting all over daddy. But this is Nanami, he is nothing if not efficient so your early morning romp is definitely in the shower where he can clean you up after in order to get you out of the door sooner, your breakfast is already packed to-go. 

WFH!Nanami love language is acts of service. You never stress about what to do for lunch either because there’s always a Michelin star worthy bento waiting for you next to your keys before you leave for the day. 

In fact, what Nanami doesn’t know is that his bento is famous not only around your office, as your envious coworkers gather round to see what your perfect husband has prepared for you today, but also on TikTok. The ‘KentosBentos’ TikTok account you made has over 350K followers who not only watch for the mouth watering yet nutritious bentos but to also hear you gush over the cute little notes your hubby leaves for you. 

Your top video has over 2.5 million likes and thousands of swooning women in the comments when WFH!Nanami made you an extra special lobster bento for your birthday and left you the note: ‘In all the world there is no love for me if I don’t have yours. Happy Birthday to my lovely wife, whose smile shines bigger and all the more brighter than the sun, moon and stars.’ 

Continuing with acts of service WFH!Nanami always has an equally delicious dinner ready for you when you get home. On days you work overtime and arrive home late, there's always a warm bubble bath waiting for you first. You love to rest with your back laid against Nanami’s utterly ripped torso in the tub while his thick arms envelope you. Relaxing into the safety of WFH!Nanami’s hold, your doting hubby kisses your temple and gives your keyboard fatigued hands a delicate massage. Nanami is nothing but a patient yet active listener while you recount your stressful day at work.

On days when you both get the opportunity to work from home you email WFH!Nanami a meeting invite to block off his calendar for 30 min during lunch. The invite is always titled ‘Ken and Barbie’s Lunch Meeting’. The location? ‘Pound Town’ The time? Noon, sharp!

Of course WFH!Nanami never actually schedules it on his work calendar lest his boss sees the meeting. (Gojo would never let him hear the end of it). As a result, since he never actually has the time officially blocked off, on some rare occasions he does actually get booked for a real lunch meeting at Noon that he cannot reschedule. 

Meeting or no meeting though you are determined to keep your lunchtime dick appointment with WFH!Nanami. A noon dicking is a noon dicking and it’s a non-negotiable for you as you don’t often get to stay home from work! 

WFH!Nanami is focused and poised during his camera-on meetings with his team. Therefore he doesn’t hear you open his office door. Nor does he see you as you drop to the floor with feline grace, hips swaying seductively as you crawl right under his desk. In fact, Nanami does not notice you at all until your soft hands grip his thick powerful thighs and you’re sliding your body up between his legs. Never faltering on-camera, WFH!Nanami’s stiffened jaw and tensed shoulders are the only tell-signs of you palming his rapidly hardening cock under the desk.

WFH!Nanami who tests the absolute limits of the stress ball he keeps handy (usually for tough negotiations) when he feels you press your hot mouth on the fabric covering his dick. You know your stoic husband won't ever outwardly falter when on the clock but you know inside he is a mess. That much is clear to you by the girth bulge straining against his tan fitted slacks.  

WFH!Nanami who knows you are upset about him working through your ‘lunch meeting’, but wishes you wouldn’t torture him like this while he’s on the clock. He can tell you are enjoying yourself though as your sinful little tongue drags tiny kitten licks over the hard bulge in his pants. Soon though you are pawing at his zipper and pulling his girthy cock free through the hole, not even bothering to undo his belt. Taking him fully into your mouth, WFH!Nanami bites his inner cheek, when his boss Gojo makes a comment on how he looks more tense than usual when he should be thrilled after closing the biggest deal of the year. 

WFH!Nanami who takes a long moment to deeply clear his throat before he calmly relays to Gojo that he is very pleased with the win but already thinking of the next big acquisition for their company. Yet Nanami’s voice hitches ever so slightly when your pink stiletto nails dig into his muscular thighs. It fools the rest of the team but Gojo merely raises a brow before cheerily moving on to the next subject. 

WFH!Nanami spares a look downward at you once the work conversation has shifted to see you gazing up at his mouth full of his cock. You wear an angelic look as if he can’t tell the hand that left his thigh and is now slotted between your own isn’t furiously rubbing at your clit. He knows you are pleased at finally drawing a reaction, even a small one, from him while on the clock.

WFH!Nanami whose eyes twitch when he’s closing the call he sees his boss Gojo’s knowing smile and hears the start of the question, “So Nanamin… is Y/N, working from home to–”

WFH!Nanami doesn’t stay to hear the end of the question, quickly exiting the call and ignoring the message pings full of raunchy emojis he receives from Gojo. 

WFH!Nanamiwho is still seated grabs you by your hair and ruthlessly face fucks you as soon as his camera turns off. He forces you swallow all eight and a half inches of him as you gag and slobber around his girth. Your jaw begins to ache but your eyes still roll back into your head with pleasure and you go limp in his grasp. You are willingly allowing your loving husband to turn your throat into his personal cocksleeve as you rub your cunt up against his leg, so close to cumming from the chafing of his slacks against your cunt.

Frustrated and annoyed it isn’t long before WFH!Nanami cums himself. His leg you are riding jerks up into you giving you the extra push you need as you moan around his cock and cream on his leg leaving a wet spot. WFH!Nanami has you choking down his thick seed. His cum and your drool dribble down the sides of your face when he finally slides out of the warm cavern of your throat cunny, leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath.

WFH!Nanami wordlessly wipes your face with the tissues he keeps on his desk and promptly ushers you out of this office, locking the door behind you. You aren’t upset though as you know what's in store for you once his work day is over. The locked door is more to keep him IN, than keep you OUT. Nanami would have to take the rest of the day off if he were to properly discipline you now. You being forced to wait and wonder how long he would take to finish his work was part of the punishment anyway.

You know WFH!Nanami is ready to administer your punishment once he calls you out by your FULL government name “Y/N Nanami!” Tonight is different and there is no dinner nor warm bath for you. Just a tired Nanami, weary of his bosses teasing and ready to take out all his frustrations on his wife’s naughty little cunt. 

Your cunt in question nearly starts voguing in anticipation as heat pools between your legs once you are called into the bedroom. You already know what time it is once you see WFH!Nanami loosen his tie and take off his belt slowly while sternly saying your name once more.

The belt and tie? 

Oh, the belt is used to tie your arms behind you and the tie is now a gag, for having such a filthy cock-loving little mouth he will tell you. It’s not long after that until you are face down, ass up getting pounded into the mattress as WFH!Nanami nearly cracks the headboard with the force he is using to thrust into you. Your cries of “K-Kento!” are muffled into the makeshift gag when a firm slap causes your ass to ripple more aggressively against his pelvis. 

Nanami growls deeply into your ear.

“Welcome to Pound Town, Barbie.”

Any muffled cries for mercy fall on deaf ears as WFH!Nanami is too focused on his retribution for your earlier antics as he continues to wreck your pussy from behind. His heavy balls smack against your clit and your sloppy cunt echos vulgar squelches that bounce off your bedroom walls and erotically ring in your ears. The hand pressing your head further into the pillow beneath you is the same hand Nanami wears his wedding band on. It glimmers brightly even in the dimly lit room.

WFH!Nanami loves seeing his ring and remembering his vows in the moment. 💖

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or graphics, do not translate.

a/n: Nanami brainrot overload (i wfh! lord god when is it my turn, bring me a nanami i BEG) and day 18 without adhd meds lol, finally finished something though. Nerd!Geto and The Nursery ft. Toji is soon I promise!

reblog to get your on WFH!Nanami but comments and likes are always appreciated!

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

💞

Summary: Steve realises he's in love with you, now he just has to tell you.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Fluff.

Don't reuse, copy or repost my work.

❤️

It took Steve a while to realise he was in love with you.

With Nancy, he fell for her hard and fast but you were different.

He met you after Vecna's defeat, once The Upside Down and all the inhabitants-demobats, demogorgons, The Mindflayer were destroyed along with it.

So maybe it happened when you first started working at Family Video? The first time he met you was practically imprinted into his mind.

You were nervous, sarcastic at first and yet when you began to get to know him and Robin all that melted away.

You were funny, kind and could make him laugh when he needed it most. Just like Robin.

Unlike Robin, the two of you had a different relationship. For one thing it definitely wasn't Platonic with a capital P.

There was an underlying tension between you, touches that lingered between the two of you, loaded words and actions.

Maybe he fell for you during the nights that you spent with him, helping him through his nightmares about the Demobats.

The night terrors terrified him, he tried to hide it from Robin and the kids, Eddie talked to him about it and shared the nightmares that plagued him about his near death experience with the Demobats.

Despite Eddie trying to get him to open up, he kept his emotions bottled inside. He didn't want to worry the kids, so he pushed his feelings down, locked them away even though he knew he desperately needed to talk to someone.

His family were never the lovey dovey type, sharing emotions and fears. His father instilled in him from a young age that he had to act like a man and not the young boy he was.

"Tears are a sign of weakness and Harrington men don't show weakness son"

It was toxic bullshit but there was always a tiny part inside Steve- as much as he hated it-that wanted to make his father proud.

After many sleepless nights, reassuring Robin that he was okay, battling his rising emotions daily, it was you that broke down his facade.

You visited him at home, movies in hand and popcorn and ice cream in the other. It was an impromtu movie night you told him.

During Back to the Future you turned to him and gently interlaced your fingers with his.

"Steve, I'm here. You can talk to me anytime okay? You're exhausted and hiding how you feel and that's not healthy. If you need to vent, cry, anything at all, then just know you can talk to me''

That night he told you everything about what happened in Hawkins the last few years.

Everything from the first demogorgon he faced with Nancy and Jonathan, El, all the way to being tortured by the Russians and finally to the the demobat attack and defeating Vecna/The Upside Down.

You listened patiently, shocked but not suprised. Hawkins has seemed strange for years now, all the unexplained phenomena and deaths.

Being with you, the way that you were so gentle with him, how your hand never left his, talking about all the trauma he had been through pushed him over the edge.

For years he had looked after others, never giving himself time to process anything he had been through.

That night he cried for the first time in a long, long time.

You stayed with him and held him and after that the nights got a little easier when you were with him.

❤️

He finally realised he was in love with you a few weeks ago. After a string of just bad dates that didn't work out.

When he was talking to the women he dated there was an ache inside him that grew stronger. Honestly he just wanted to be with you.

How he didn't know sooner was a mystery according to Robin.

"You look at her like she's an angel on earth, like she hung the moon. Seriously Steve? Dustin is right do you need to be told everything?'' Robin exclaimed looking completely exasperated.

He scowls and ignores her comment, anxiety blooms inside him, he feels jittery and the fact that Tate Andrew's is in the store and flirting heavily with you only makes his mood worse.

Jealousy gnaws at him and he knows he has to make a move but the thought you might not feel the same way concerns him.

"What if she doesn't feel the same way Robin? We're friends, I don't want to ruin that'' she a softens and pats his arm.

"Steve, she looks at you the exact same way as you look at her, all longing and wistful. Take a chance. Don't be a dingus"

Tonight, he will tell you tonight.

💖

Okay, so telling you tonight didn't work out so well, nor did the fact the two of you were fighting right now.

You had a date with Tate and Steve stupidly let his jealously get the better of him when you told him.

The fact you even came to his house after the date suprised him. However, you were still very pissed off and the argument resumed.

"It's hardly fair that you get so annoyed at me going on a date when you go on like a million dates Steve. Double standard much?"

Steve didn't know what to say back to that, tried not to notice how beautiful you looked even when you were furious with him.

"They didnt mean anything, shit they were terrible. You know that" for a brief second you calm down but then you're eyes flash with pain and he moves closer to you concerned.

"Because they aren't Nancy?" he is taken aback by this, he talked to Nancy months ago and they cleared the air, renewed their friendship and agreed they were better off as friends.

They both realised a relationship would never work between them, they wanted different things.

Why were you bringing Nance up?

"What? This isn't about Nancy, I don't want Nancy" He notices the way the pain leaves your features when he says this.

"You're right, this isn't about Nancy. So let me ask why you were so against me going out tonight?" he swallows feeling himself clam up when you ask this.

"I... shit, you know how protective I am over you and...'' He trails off, Shit! This isn't how he planned this to go.

"That's all this is about? Because you're protective?" You ask him and he runs his hand through his hair, takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"No, that's not all" He can't focus because you're so close to him and he can smell your perfume, feel heat rise in his skin as you touch his arm.

"Then what is it?" You're voice is gentle but there is a touch of curiosity, a little bit of exasperation.

"Because I love you okay? I'm in love with you, Robin said you felt the same but obviously you don't so I've just made an ass of myself" he finally let's it out and it's a relief to say it, even if you don't feel the same for him.

Nerves fill him, you gently cup his cheek and his eyes meet yours.

"You love me?" you whisper and he nods, his heart is pounding in his chest. Then you kiss him and all his fears melt away.

"Yeah, I do" He replies as he pulls you closer to him and presses a kiss to your hand.

"I love you Steve, the date with Tate was terrible, all I could think about was you" He rests his head on top of yours.

All the tension he has felt all day just melts away. He has his girl and he feels on top of the world.

[twwpress]

Weekly Press Briefing #96

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from April 21 - April 27, 2024. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing! 

Challenges/Prompts:

There are no open challenges or events on our radar this week. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote or know of one we’re missing? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

This Week in Canon:

Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 1, Episode 19: Let Bartlet Be Bartlet aired on April 26, 2000.

Season 2, Episode 19: Bad Moon Rising aired on April 25, 2001.

Season 4, Episode 20: Evidence of Things Not Seen aired on April 23, 2003.

Season 5, Episode 19: Talking Points aired on April 21, 2004.

Season 7, Episode 19: Transition aired on April 23, 2006.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from April 21- April 27:

Allison Janney posted photos from this week’s episode of Palm Royale. 

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of Amy and their pets in bed. 

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of himself holding Anne Lamott’s new book. 

Dule Hill posted a screenshot announcing his appearance in the upcoming Hulu limited series Orphan. 

Dule Hill reposted a PBS video of clips of him tap dancing (and another one!). 

Marlee Matlin reposted a video of a skit she was in with John Maucere and other friends. 

Melissa Fitzgerald posted photos from a panel at the Irish Ambasaddor’s house, including pics with Dr. Fauci and his wife Christine Grady, Deborah Cahn (who was a writer on The West Wing), and Todd Flournoy: 1 | 2 | 3

Peter James Smith posted production photos and backstage pics from Nora, the play he’s currently in, which opened April 26 at Antaeus Theatre Company. 

Donna Moss Daily: April 21 | April 22 | April 23 | April 24 | April 25 | April 26 | April 27

Daily Josh Lyman: April 21 | April 22 | April 23 | April 24 | April 25 | April 26 | April 27

No Context BWhit: April 21 | April 23 | April 24 | April 26 | April 27

@twwarchive: April 21 | April 22 | April 24 | April 26

Edits/Artwork:

#JOSHDONNA: cream & three sugars by @sinistercherubs [VIDEO EDIT]

Editors’ Choice: 

This week, we celebrate the anniversary of the airdate of Season 7, Episode 19: Transition. Here are some of our favorite fics that center around or feature moments from that episode!

if i piled something good on all my bad (i could cancel out the darkness) by sam_writes_fics for scullymuldrs | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering in midair for a second before he finds the courage to keep going. He traces her scars—still pink and slightly raised, a reminder that the past isn’t nearly as far behind them as he wants it to be—lightly, slowly dragging his fingertips over the three jagged lines. //scar fic: josh seeing donna’s scars from gaza for the first time how sharp the pieces were you’d crumbled into by hufflepuffhermione | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It’s clear to her now, as she kicks off the covers of the bed, suddenly feeling restrained by them, that Josh needs company more than he needs intimacy. Josh doesn’t need her body—perhaps he does want it, but it’s more than that—he needs her. She practically jumps out of bed, unable to to stay there any longer. Not when Josh is alone on what has to be one of the hardest nights of his life (which is saying something). Josh is falling apart, and Donna tries not to notice. Until she does. //prompt: taylor swift songfic late november, holding my breath by mikaylawrites | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | "I can’t promise that I’m always gonna be clean or thoughtful or that you’re not gonna wanna choke me every now and again, but I’m in this.” Donna and Josh come home from Hawaii. it’s paradise as long as i’m with you by thotsandfeelings | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Hawaii. Flowering Like the Stars by spinninginfinity | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Sex and stargazing. That's largely it. ‘I’ll take all the blame,’ she says. ‘I’ll explain that it was just because you were so devastatingly sexy.’

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. 

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

The Weight We Carry Is Love by piratequeenofgreenthings | Rated T | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Triage in Hindsight by Kajos | Rated T | Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman | Complete

Multiple Pairings

What Sons Do by kcat1971 | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Helen Santos/Matt Santos, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young | In Progress

Children of the Apocalypse by murph283031 | Rated T | Leo McGarry/Annabeth Schott, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Mallory O'Brien/Sam Seaborn, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | Complete

A Silence Full of Sound by mandolinrains | Rated T | Leo McGarry/Original Female Character(s), Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

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[izziegs]

“What is the neutral version of mom or dad? What could you say instead of ‘Ladies and gentlemen’? In this video, I list some possible neutral alternatives to common words/phrases that may not have obvious neutral options.”

[umepnnn]

astro observations i

!! these are solely based on my personal opinions, observations, and experiences. take what resonates 💗

some sagittarius (suns/stelliums/personal planets) i know tend to put their phone on the max volume when they watch youtube videos, tiktok, etc.

and sometimes it's without the consideration for others who are also doing/watching something in the same space.

to be exact, i saw this in people who either had scorpio sun + sagittarius stellium or sagittarius sun + scorpio stellium 😃

sagittarius people like to sing or sing a lot, some like dancing too.

virgo mercuries at a pisces degree (12°, 24°) could have good grades, even all As, but people would still get surprised when they see them study.

i find cancers, especially risings, bad at lying and i think it's because of their expressiveness in their facial expressions and the way they talk.

taurus venuses can like someone (romantically) for a very long time.

this could be one-sided crush for years, long-term relationships, or even being unable to get over an ex for a long time.

virgos don't really make up lies, they tend to hide.

pisces risings look so good with blue eyes and/or cool undertone makeup/style.

sagittarius mercuries at a scorpio degree (8°, 20°) and/or in 8H don't know what tf they're saying but people tend to just agree with them.

they also come up with the most bizarre lies/plans to get away from doing something and people would still believe it & go along with them.

taurus sun/rising/degree in AC are very photogenic.

✨ itsy-bitsy commercial break ✨

personal note. i think jung jaewon is a cancer rising.

it'll be easier to observe watching his videos and interviews but here are some pictures in case anyone wants to take a guess :)

won't be elaborating much because i think i might make a separate post for him lololol but look at those big eyes and the round-ish face pluss the calming watery vibes (*´ー｀*)

andd... we're back 🌟

gemini moons just know what to do in any event/situation, or they look like they do, especially in domestic stuff.

geminis are known for just ✨knowing✨ things, while moon shows our natural instincts/habits in situations.

pisces venuses tend to post sad quotes or songs when they're upset in love (and they want their partner to know that).

people who have venus square saturn are usually in a love hate relationship with people with authority (parents, teachers, bosses, etc).

pisces mars are clueless and they show it when reacting to things. a lot of times they use that cluelessness (feigning innocence) to lie too.

as a pisces rising, i get away with a lot of stuff and i don't even know why i do.

probably because pisces risings are treated more gently than others?

i noticed that whenever i got into trouble along with my friends, the adults who's doing the scolding would talk to me in a softer tone while my friends would get yelled at their faces lmao

capricorn men's eyes are soooo attractive. i notice this in men with capricorn stelliums, especially ones that have sun included.

maybe it's just me who's attracted to capricorns LOL but to provide examples: kim taehyung bts and timothee chalamet with a capricorn stellium of sun mercury mars uranus neptune, zayn malik with capricorn sun mercury uranus neptune. and a guy friend of mine who has cap sun mercury and chiron.

gemini suns/risings/stelliums tend to have baby-ish teeth. like the two in the front might look a little bit bigger than the rest and have a slight plunge like a rabbit's. or sometimes their smile just looks very child-like.

taurus placements 🤝 2H virgo/virgo placements: having keen taste of food

"this water tastes different" (literally what they said to me)

hope everyone enjoyed this 🌟 i would gladly appreciate any feedbacks and inputs on these! just remember that they are only observations which are NOT meant to be taken seriously 💗

always grateful for reblogs 💞 please take care and stay healthy!

sending love and positive energies, lily.

© 2021 umepnnn — all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, steal or repost.

[rintarhue]

MASTERLIST

𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗: angst - ✧ | fluff - ✿ | smut - ♡ | done - ✓

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗦

(SERIES!)

→ MERRY FICMAS [ON HIATUS]

→ tales of love | sakusa, kenma, akaashi, kageyama, kunimi, suna x reader [✧✿♡]

The year 2022 started great for Y/N L/N; an author with over six bestselling books all over the world. Her series, “Tales of Love,” has received an overwhelmingly huge amount of praise from fans and even critics. Despite all of her current achievements, she can’t help but feel like she’s lying to everyone—as she never really experienced the concept of love firsthand. Life circles back at her when she suddenly wakes up in all of her written books; learning what love truly is one by one.

(FICS!)

→ beautiful painting | mikey x reader [♡]

Mikey’s all time favorites are your eyes filled with tears and desperate moans calling for his name—a picture-perfect painting for him.

→ good girl | rindou x reader [♡]

Rindou is a simple man with simple wants, and you behaving like his good girl is one of them.

→ rises the moon | mitsuya x reader [✧✿]

A story of how the Sun loved the Moon so much she died every night to let him breathe. 

→ mementos of moments, of memories [✧✿]

A letter filled with Izana’s mementos of moments, of memories. The unspoken truths are ones that are the hardest to let go of. 

𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗨𝗦

→ love maze | msby x reader [✧✿✓]

One mistake leads to another and you find yourself trapped in a messy love maze between four different idiots.

→ instant boyfriend | suna x reader [✧✿✓]

Y/N has always been known for being shameless, single, and eccentric. When her friend, Oikawa, discovers an app for finding a boyfriend, it seemed as if all her problems vanished—but here’s the gist; her boyfriend is a robot? Yet human at the same time? Kinda?

SPIN-OFF: Network Love

→ nvrlnd's quest | pretty setter squad x reader [✧✿ - ON HIATUS]

Worldwide famous idol group, NVRLND, launches their very own variety show! Though, their competitiveness to win pretty much makes them desperate to get Y/N's attention, while the whole world watches.

→ network love | kenma x reader [✧✿✓]

For Y/N, working for Bouncing Ball Corp. has been amazing. the salary is high, her co-workers are all genuinely kind and fun to hangout with, and lastly, her boss is hot as fuck. Everything’s been good until she accidentally sends the wrong file—a file filled with her impromptu lingerie shoot.

RELATED TO: Instant Boyfriend

→ fanwars | osamu x reader [short imagine]

prompt: miya osamu is a globally known rapper; famous for his hit songs such as supermarket runs, tequila, and do re fuck me. unknown to everyone, he owns a stan account—well, for himself. after releasing a new song, he lurks through twitter only to find himself in his very first fanwar.

→ love letter | oikawa x reader [✧✿ - INDEFINITE HIATUS] — may be rewritten as a long fic in the near future!

Little Toki has almost everything in his life; the best father, the sweetest uncles, and a big lego set that he can brag to his friends about. Though, he longs for a mother figure in his life—and that's where his Teacher Y/N enters the picture.

→ between bedsheets | kageyama x reader [✧✿ - INDEFINITE HIATUS]

Kageyama Tobio has always been a closed-off person; keeping his feelings in a cage—wary of setting it free. When he meets a carefree and outgoing person that was just out of his bounds, he lets himself loose into the feeling between them and the bedsheets.

→ pretty blond guy | kenma, armin, mikey, kurapika x reader [prompt]

Y/N finds a pretty blond camboy on Twitter. Since his face is blurred in his videos, she makes it her own mission to search for him. With the help of the people on Twitter, she comes down to four people - Armin Arlert, Kenma Kozume, Mikey Sano, and Kurapika Kurta.

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 (or headcanons)

troy bolton! ushijima

aone plushie collector <3

haikyuu characters using weverse (part 1)

happy birthday hinata!!! (special)

© RINTARHUE — do not copy, translate, or repost.

[harryhandstan]

washed away in you

I don’t have much to say except I appreciate your patience with me as I worked on this piece! I apologize again for all the confusion with posting and deleting and now reposting. This is the third part to my Dad!Harry series. Once again you don’t have to read those to understand this one, but I’ve linked them below in case you would like to revisit them. :)

Thank you to @taintedwonder for reading over part of this for me!

word count: 4.2k

needles tw // (small mention towards the end)

I Want Your Belly (part one) | Wonderful and Warm (part two) | writing tag | masterlist

y’all have already been so good to me but as always likes, rbs, and comments are welcome!!

//

Of all the weeks to be put on bed rest, it had to be the week that Harry started filming for his new movie role.

Technically you were on modified bed rest, which meant resting as much as possible but still moving around as necessary, but the phrase terrified Harry enough that he was doing whatever he could to keep you still. It hadn’t been an easy task, you were in your 8th month of pregnancy, quickly approaching your due date, and there still seemed to be a mountain of important things to get done before your son’s arrival.

It had only been two days since you’d started having what you thought were contractions. It had forced you and Harry to realize just how unprepared the two of you were when you had to rush out of the house at 2 a.m. with nothing packed for what could possibly be the night of your child’s appearance into the world. Just the two of you with disheveled hair and rumpled pajamas under the harsh lighting of the ER exam room. 8 hours of tests and scans and a visit from your doctor later, you returned home to fall back in bed and catch up on the sleep you had missed.

“Listen you’re both new to all this..I get it. But you’re putting too much stress on your body and that’s what caused this tonight. I know it’s hard but, take a week, relax, bed rest as much as possible. I’ll see you in my office again in a few days just to make sure everything is progressing along like we want. If there’s still too much stress on the baby, we may have to push your due date up a little earlier. But we don’t want to do that if we can avoid it.”

Currently you were in the nursery, where most of the last minute things to do remained. You were standing at the changing table, folding a set of onesies to be put away. Harry had been urging you for the past 10 minutes to sit down.

“Harry, I have been in bed all night, or as much of it as your son allowed me to be without kicking me in the ribs or pressing on my bladder. I just wanna get these folded and put away and I’ll be done.”

“Well you can at least sit while y’doing them. Or, let me finish ‘em.” His hands fall on your shoulders, gently guiding you towards the rocking chair in the corner. You gesture for him to bring the basket closer, “And why is he only my son when he’s causing you trouble?”

“Maybe cause it was your birthday treat that got us into this mess. Or because he already likes to tease us so much. Besides, you can’t do them, I have a system.”

“Yeah, a birthday treat planned by you. And I know the system, you showed me two days ago.”

“You knew the system, we changed it.”

“We? I’ve barely been home how’ve we..”

“I may have called your Mum again.” You shrug, propping your feet up on the small ottoman positioned in front of the chair, “She and I agreed it’s better this way.”

“You didn’t think it was important to notify me of this system you and y’new bestie have thought up?” He’s turned to lean his back against the changing table, arms folded across his chest. As much as he wants to be upset, he’s over the moon that you and Anne have become so much closer over the past few months. Between his mom and yours, plus your sister and his, he was thrilled to see you had so much support for days when he couldn’t be there. Anne had offered to fly out to spend the week with you, as did your mom, but you put them both off, promising you would need them more the few weeks after the birth.

“Been a little busy growing a human here, Harry. May have slipped my mind. I would’ve gotten around to it eventually.”

“Right, you can just tell me where everything goes then.” He’s already worked his way through folding the last of the pile, smiling proudly at you as you lean your head back and close your eyes, sinking further into the chair.

“Socks in the second drawer to the left, hats in the middle. If the onesies are newborn sized, they go to the right. Anything bigger than that gets tucked in the baskets by size there in the middle shelf of the closet, if you can find room.”

Between the two of your families and your group of mutual friends, you’d been given 4 baby showers over the past few months, combining with the items you and Harry had supplied for yourselves. People had been more than generous in helping stock the nursery for your little one.

“All done. How ‘bout some breakfast now?”

“You don’t have time. You have to be on set in less than an hour. I’ll make myself something in a bit. I may go back to sleep for a while, just got up to see you off and wanted to put those things away.”

“Always have time for you, angel,” He offers his hand to help you lift yourself up, “Maybe a smoothie?”

“Alright, if I let you make me a smoothie, will you take yours to go? Don’t want you to be late because of me.”

“Deal. But only if you let me tuck you back into bed before I go.”

“Deal.” You lean up slightly to accept the sweet kiss he offers before shuffling off to the kitchen together.

//

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve decided. You’re not allowed to look.”

You knew he wasn’t listening, trying to maybe, but not really. He sits across the room at the desk in the corner of your bedroom, glasses perched on the end of his nose, guitar in his lap, journal open in front of him. He’s in writing mode, something that usually takes you at least 30 minutes to coax him from and convince him to come to bed. Not that you ever wanted to interrupt his process, but tonight you’re feeling anxious about your impending delivery, dread slowing working its way through your body. 

It had been only a few days since your follow up appointment with your doctor. She had deemed you fit to come off bed rest, but urged you to continue to try to keep your stress level to a minimum as much as possible. Easier said than done, but you were finding small ways to relax yourself when you could; meditation, music, reading. But tonight you just wanted Harry for reassurance.

In your nightly scroll through one of your recent favorite mom-to-be blogs, you had come across an article on the difficulty of delivery. You appreciated moms who were brave enough to share their stories online and this person in particular had included a video. Despite your anxiety, you clicked to watch, curiosity overriding any fear rising in your chest. 

When he finally puts away the guitar and the journal and sheds his soft purple robe to swim up the bed to settle next to you, he asks, “Were y’sayin’ something earlier, m’love? Got lost there for a bit, m’sorry.”

His writing sessions were normally done in his office or the studio, but the past few weeks he’d preferred to do them here. Liked the idea of you trying to softly hum along to a new tune he was working through, occasionally offering your opinions about what you liked or didn’t. It was rare that you disliked anything, but he liked that you didn’t shy away from being honest with him. His favorite though? The sight of you, an open book, hand always resting on the side of your belly while you read. It was just as much a comfort for him to be near you these days as it was for you.

“Yeah. I’ve decided. You’re not allowed to look when I deliver this baby.”

His head rests on your thigh, only the side of his face visible as he looks up at you, but it’s enough to see the disappointment flash before he composes himself, not wanting to upset you.

“Alright. What d’you mean by that? Like..you don’t want me in the room or..”

“No, no, I want you in the room, that was never a question. You’re just not allowed to look when I’m pushing. I watched a video and I’m traumatized and I just..”

He sits up quickly, “You watched a birthing video? Without me?”

“Yeah, earlier when you were zoned out. You’ve never seen one?”

“Never been curious enough to watch one ‘til now. Not ‘til I thought of you having our babe. Show me the one you watched?”

You’re hesitant. Truly you’re touched he’s so curious and wants to share this experience with you, but right now the thought of him seeing your body change like that is scary. He senses your unease, almost reads your mind; he knows you so well.

“Babe, s’your body. If you really don’t want me t’look, then I won’t. Just..at least show me what you watched so I can see for myself what it’s like, what you’ll go through. S’all m’askin’ for now.”

“Okay, fine,” You pat the bed next to you and he scurries up to sit, his head on your shoulder while you navigate through your browser history to find the video. You start it, but your eyes stay focused on his face.

“Y’not gonna watch it again with me?”

“No,” You drape your arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer so you can rest your head on top of his, “I’d rather watch your reactions this time around.”

You’re curious to see how he reacts to certain parts; his little gasps and winces as the video progresses. When it ends, you’re not surprised to see tears have fallen down his face and made a small wet spot on the front of his t-shirt.

“Harry, you’re not upset with me, are you?”

“‘Course not, meant what I said earlier. If you really don’t want me t’look, then I won’t..but I don’t want you to think I’ll look at you any differently after. You’re givin’ me one of the greatest gifts anyone ever has, if anything I love you more than I ever thought I could. And that’s only gonna grow once our boy’s here.”

You run your hands through his hair, not sure what to say. You’ve never had a love this big, one that envelops you so fully. The past few months have shown you just how deeply he cares for you, and just how much your own heart could stretch to fill with your overwhelming love for Harry and now the baby growing inside you.      

He doesn’t take offense to your silence, just stills your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips. He slumps further down the bed, head level with your stomach. He pokes it softly through your shirt. He doesn’t even have to ask anymore, you know what he wants and you’re glad to give in to him. You scoot down to rest your head on your pillow, pulling your shirt up and tucking the fabric under your breasts.

Instantly his head rests on your tummy, a hand reaching around to lay there on the other side of it, wrapping himself around you. You reach over and turn the lamp on your bedside table off, sleep drifting it’s way through your body and mind. You let one hand fall to his back, the other one joining his arm to wrap protectively around your belly.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?” 

“You can look. If you want.”

“Y’don’t have to decide tonight. We still have a little time to plan.”

“No. I don’t want to take any of this experience from you. The whole thing’s just a bit scary though.”

“I know it is, m’terrified too. But everything’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna be there for every second of it.” 

“I know you are. You’re the only thing that’s kept me sane through all this. You’ve been so good to me, H. Putting up with all my mood swings and late night cravings and whatever I needed.” 

“I haven’t had to ‘put up’ with anything. Just want to make you and bub as happy as y’both already make me.” He turns to kiss the side of your stomach before looking up at you, “Comfy? Am I squishin’ you?”

“No, it’s nice. Don’t see how you can be comfy though.” 

“I’ll move to my pillow in a bit. Just like being close to you and bub,” He yawns, “Goodnight, babe. Love you both so much.”

“We love you too, Harry. More than you’ll ever know.”

//  

Sleep had been pretty much non-existent in your third trimester. You were lucky if you got a few hours each night and cat naps throughout the day were rare. 

Tonight is no different. It’s 3 a.m and once you get up for your fifth trip to the bathroom, you know there’s no point in trying to get comfortable again. Harry will be up soon, and as much as he tries to stay quiet during his morning routine, he always found some way to unintentionally wake you. You couldn’t even sleep through his soft kisses to your forehead to say goodbye anymore.

Normally you take yourself down to the living room to find a mindless tv show or movie to carry you through your insomnia, but Harry also seemed to be infected with your curse of being a light sleeper these days. Most nights he would attempt to join you, sweet enough to not want you to be alone, stubborn enough to not listen each time you urged him to go back to bed. He always paid for it the day after though, dark circles under his eyes and nodding off to sleep throughout whatever he had scheduled. 

So in hopes that you wouldn’t wake him by leaving tonight, you reach for the remote to the bedroom tv, muting it so the noise won’t disturb him. You would almost be content enough to stare at him for the rest of the night. The sharp outline of his jaw, freckles scattered across his face that would rival the constellations in the sky, all softened by the moonlight illuminating his face perfectly. As much as you don’t want to wake him, you can’t help but reach out to run the back of your hand over the smooth skin of the man you admire so much. You adore the way even in his sleep he molds to your touch, soft snores and deep, even breaths never stopping as you move up to brush his curls away from his face. 

You almost make it through 20 minutes of a movie before his eyes flutter open. You know how much your false contractions from before weighed on him, alarm is quick to flood his face before he has a chance to take in his surroundings. 

You answer before he has a chance to let worry take over, “It’s alright. We’re okay. Just the usual..couldn’t sleep.”

He rubs his eyes to clear them, “What time s’it?”

“4:30.”

He squints slightly at the movie playing before chuckling, “How many times y’think you’ve watched this one? Know it’s been at least a dozen or so in the last month.”

“It’s my favorite. One of them, anyway. It’s always been soothing to me.”

“Bet you could quote the whole thing by now, even with it muted.”

You glance up at the tv and it only takes a second for you to pinpoint the exact part. You take his comment as a challenge, pushing yourself up out of your nest of pillows to rest your back against the headboard before quoting, “Faith is a bluebird you see from afar. It’s for real, and as sure as the first evening star. You can’t touch it, or buy it, or wrap it up tight. But it’s there just the same, making things turn out right.”

Your voice breaks as you say the last few words. Maybe it’s the combination of exhaustion and all the new fears and hormones running through your mind and body. Nostalgia of watching this when you were younger and now sharing it with your child when they are old enough touches your heart and you can’t stop the tears continuously streaming down your face.

“Baby,” He pushes himself up to rest next to you, tugging you until you're pressed close to his side, “Please don’t cry.”

“M’miserable, Harry. I’m as big as the moon and I can’t breathe and my feet always hurt and I’m just..ready for him to be here. Ready for him to be out so I can hold him and kiss him and put him in his own bed so I can rest in mine again.” 

You know you sound childish and whiny and somewhat ridiculous, but being so sleep deprived means all sense has left and so the words come spilling out, a jumbled mess you doubt he even understood.

“I know you are, love. Hate to see you so upset,” He kisses the top of your head, “Certainly as bright as the moon, but not as big. Your body’s as exactly as it should be. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but that’s only cause you’re tired. He’ll be here soon and we’ll have so many people here to help, yeah?”

All you can do is nod, you know he’s right and you know once you have a nap things won’t feel so overwhelming. You pull yourself away from him to wipe your face on your t-shirt. A smile stretches across your lips as the thought enters your mind, “If I’m as bright as the moon, you’re as golden as the sun.”

“Yeah?” He’s blushing now, looking down at his hands before his eyes dart up to meet yours, “Guess that makes bub our little star, huh?”

You giggle before shrugging, “Guess so.”

“By the way,” His hand rests on your thigh, “We gonna keep calling him bub or we gonna pick a name?” 

“Bub’s cute. Bub Styles.” You wrinkle your nose at the thought, “I just want it to be perfect for him, you know? I feel like I need to see his face before I just blindly pick a name. We could definitely narrow down some options though and see which one suits him best.”

“We’ll think of something special, eh? Somethin’ just f’him.”

“Yeah, we will,” You suck in a sharp intake of breath at a particularly hard kick from within your stomach. Harry’s head snaps to look over your face before looking down to where your hand lays on your belly.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are wide, on edge as he waits for your answer.

“It’s fine he’s just..ah, being a little rowdy this morning.” You take his hand from your thigh and press it to where the kicks were landing, “Right here. Think that’s his butt, his head’s down here, and..ah, his feet are right about here. Can you feel him?”

His palm lays flat across the front of your belly, “S’amazing, never gets old. Bet it feels so..weird to you though.”

“At first, yeah, but got used to it pretty quickly. It’s comforting now, like he’s saying hello or contributing to our conversations when we talk.”

He puts his mouth almost right against your tummy, so close his breath tickles and you feel the vibrations when he speaks, “Take it easy on mumma, little one. Just a bit longer, yeah? Can’t wait to see ya face. Bet y’so handsome like daddy, just gotta be a lil’ more patient like mummy, alright?” 

“Think maybe he’s ready for his pre-breakfast snack?”

“Dunno..I’ll ask him though,” He bends again, “That why y’bein’ such a brat to mum, huh? Woke her up early cause you were hungry? Alright, daddy’ll make your usual.”

He kisses your stomach, before straightening to where he’s level with your face, “That sound good?”

Your “usual” was a bowl of what had been your biggest craving throughout your pregnancy; fruit. On nights like this when sleeplessness couldn’t be defeated, the two of you normally gave in pretty quickly and had breakfast together. On days when you were able to sleep through Harry’s departure, you would always wake to the bowl already prepared and ready for you. Oftentimes there would be a quickly scribbled note with the words “Love, H” stuck to the top or the side of the bowl, like you didn’t already know who had left it for you.

“You’re spoiling him already, Harry.”

He smacks a quick kiss to your cheek, pulling back just a second before diving back in to peck another one on your other cheek, “Tryin’ to spoil you too, angel.”

//

Contractions, real ones you were sure this time, had started 30 minutes ago. As much as Harry wanted to rush you out of the house in your pajamas, you had insisted on at least 5 minutes to change and pull your hair into a quick ponytail before gathering your bag and dashing down the stairs.

Just as Harry’s hand lands on the doorknob, you tug on the sleeve of his jacket, “Harry, stop for a second.”

“Why? Are you having one now?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“This is one of our last moments before we become parents. I want you to slow down, take a deep breath, and kiss me.”

“You’re impossible, you know that? Active labor and you stop me for a kiss.” He rolls his eyes but you can see his shoulders drop, relaxing just enough to press his lips firmly against yours. You reach your hand up and around to the back of his neck, deepening it for a moment before drawing back to scan his face.

“Better?” Your hand continues to work through his hair, happy to watch his face relax slightly at your touch.

“Much. How are you so calm?”

“I don’t know, really. I thought I would be scared, and I am but..I’m ready. So ready to meet him.”

“Me too. Let’s go.” His hand falls to the small of you back, leading you out the door and to the car.

Once you arrive at the hospital, he doesn’t leave your side, not even when the nurse suggests he do so while you get your epidural. She agrees to let him stay, but makes him sit in a chair in front of you and sternly tells him not to look.

He holds both of your hands, squeezing them tightly as an attempt to distract you. He knows how much you hate needles, how the thought of this procedure alone had scared you almost as much as the idea of labor. You release a deep sigh of relief when they announce it’s done, and he helps you settle back into bed, tucking the blanket around you.

“So proud of you, baby. You’re already doing amazing.” 

Things progress much faster than you ever thought they would, and it’s only three hours before you’re ready to push. Harry’s there for every second of it, hand behind your back and small encouragements in your ear when you think you can’t go any further. 

“M’tired, H.” The room is full of people, your doctor and a set of nurses, but his focus stays on you; simply existing together in that moment. Small pieces of hair have come loose from your ponytail, clinging to the sweat now covering your forehead. He sweeps them away before resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I know y’are, lovie, but you’re so so close. Doin’ so incredible,” His smile is so wide, beaming at you when he leans closer, “Y’look gorgeous too, never seen you look more stunning than now.”

That has a laugh bursting from you, still breathless when you reply,  “You’re such a bad liar.”

“M’serious! Know better than to lie to you.” He winks just before working his arm around behind your back again, giving you the motivation you needed to keep going.

It’s not long before you hear what you’re certain is one of the best sounds you’ll ever hear, the sweet sound of your baby boy’s cry as he enters the world.

//

An hour later, both of you are still in awe of your little one, sleeping peaceful now in their dad’s strong arms. Harry’s wedged himself next to you in the hospital bed, long legs stretched in front of him. He keeps looking between where your head is propped on his shoulder and the baby.

He breaks the silence first, “Definitely think he has your hair. S’nice and soft.”

“Think it’ll be darker like yours though. Maybe he’ll have your eyes.” You reach over to run your finger along your baby’s nose.

He looks between you and the baby again, a prideful smile brightening his face. He smushes his lips against your temple, and you close your eyes as the feeling of adoration combined with the  exhaustion of the day washes over you. 

You hear him whisper just as you’re drifting to sleep, “My moon and star, together at last.”

[footballdaydream]

Jack recording your little toddler singing one of your songs and dancing along to you while your music video is on the tv

You were a quite well-known singer, especially your Christmas album that you brought out a year ago helped you rise to fame even more. All the people loved it but the one person who just couldn’t get enough of it was your 4-year-old daughter. She was obsessed with your Christmas songs and always sang them around the house. You couldn’t get her to stop.

One day, you were out and about with a few of your friends. Jack stayed at home and took care of your daughter who had another karaoke session in your living room. She stood in front of the TV, your Christmas music video was playing on the screen as she had the remote in her hand, pretending it was her microphone. Your husband sat on the sofa, watching her show. He couldn’t help but take his phone in his hand and start recording a video of your daughter who was happily dancing and singing to your song. The fact that she had an amazing singing voice like you made the whole thing even more beautiful.

When he was done recording, he uploaded a little snippet of it onto Instagram, making sure to tag you on the video. ‘The next superstar’, he wrote as a caption before he uploaded it. The fans were loving it. Every time Jack posted something personal, they were all over the moon especially when it was something about your daughter. When you saw the video of your little angel, you instantly reposted it, captioning it: ‘Grealish Family Tour coming up’, making everyone gush about your family and how talented you were.

Tags: @lawsandother @emwritesfootball @eatsleepbreathefutbol @manchesterunitedgirlforever @kleinerosalia @alexajanecollins @kingkepaff

[sortavibing]

hi! i’d love to request a matchup ☺️

my name is kayla (she/her). i’m a 5’2 female with long golden brown hair and light brown eyes. curvy figure. baby faced with long eyelashes. i’m an INFJ and enneagram type 2. gemini sun, pisces moon, leo rising. i’m quick witted and clever, with a very sweet natural disposition. on the other side, when i’m irritated or upset, my bite is extremely sharp. typically levelheaded and slow to anger. i’m a bit too realistic and i don’t sugarcoat anything. i enjoy sarcastic humor and playful battles of wit. i’m not clingy in a relationship and i value my alone time but i can be very affectionate. i’m passionate about meteorology/storm tracking and i’ve been a ballerina for over a decade!

what i look for in a partner: someone who can take my sass and give it back to me, someone who isn’t too sensitive. i’m a naturally anxious person and i prefer at home dates or something lowkey if not. i shy away from people who are loud and crowds. more than anything, i just want someone to peacefully coexist with. someone who’s okay with being in the same room, doing different things, and still considers that spending time together.

i hope this was enough info for you 💕 thank you for doing these!

hi kayla! thank you for requesting! it was a lot of fun to match you up with someone! here’s your matchup!

i match you up with kenma!

like you, kenma doesn’t need to have constant physical contact with his s/o, or does he need to be talking constantly to feel like you guys are together, and he really likes that he can just play video games while you do something else in the same room, and it still will feel like you guys are spending time with each other.

for your first date with kenma, he took you to a local park, and set up a telescope and some blankets and snacks, and you guys stargazed and just vibed for the rest of the night, hand brushing against yours, and with nothing but the crickets and each other as company.

kenma can easily take your sass, (have you seen how he treats lev-) and he will always be sure to respond to one of your comments with a shady reply, or just a facial expression that says it all. you guys can go on with these “conversations” for a good amount of time, leaving people around you to wonder if you guys are actually dating, or if you just barely tolerate each other.

kenma really likes watching you dance, because he thinks you look like one of his video game characters, so whenever you are practicing, he will give you his undivided attention, and throw in some compliments here and there. the first time he saw you fully dressed up (? sorry i don’t know much about ballet), he was just stunned because you are just so pretty :)

he doesn’t like to sugarcoat anything, so he really likes that you don’t try to cover the truth to make it seem better. honesty is a very important part to your relationship, and both of you know this and respect it, which has led to both of you trusting each other a lot.

when kenma first introduced you to the nekoma team, it was a little overwhelming, because they all started getting really excited and energetic (especially lev), because they were surprised that kenma got a girlfriend, and kuroo was a little grumpy that kenma was able to get a s/o before him.

along with quality time, i think another one of kenma’s love languages is gift giving, so throughout the day he will get you little snacks, and sometimes small trinkets that he thought reminded him of you. one time you got him a little keychain, and he immediately attached it to his switch and hasn’t taken it off yet.

kenma invites you to play video games with him, and his 2 favorite games to play with you are minecraft, because he can put his bed next to yours and give you flowers, and plasmaphobia, because he gets a little enjoyment of watching you be afraid when you see the ghosts in the game.

if he’s feeling affectionate, he likes to cup your face in his hands and just tell you how beautiful you are. it’s a really rare occurrence, but when it happens it’s literally like heaven on earth. after he does that he just goes back to whatever he was doing, pretending nothing happened, while you just stay there and try to process what just happened.

overall, you guys are just a really chill couple, and you both trust each other a lot, so a lot of people are a little jealous of how easy it is for you guys to vibe and just enjoy each others company. also, as his girlfriend, you can see a soft side of him that not many people get to see, so enjoy that :)

i hope you enjoyed!

btw this is a repost bc the last one wasn’t showing up in tags :l

[izziegs]

“I felt it was my duty as a non-binary YouTuber to react to Arielle Scarcella's deliberately ignorant and bad faith video "Non-Binary is Confusing at Best and Sexist at Worst." Yeah. She has no idea what non-binary means...”

[freckled-words]

Repost: Lightiplier

It’s rainy, and bleh here at work, so I felt like reposting a fluffy piece I wrote back before the Dumb-Ass-Pocalypse.

Edited by @the-wild-ego​

It’s common knowledge that the moon doesn’t produce its own light, that it merely reflects the light cast upon it from the sun. The same could be said for the beings called the Lights. Lights are guardians. Born from the souls of those that wanted nothing more than comfort and peace in their lives. A Light could appear as anyone or thing. Someone might see their favorite movie character, a child might see a purple monkey. Their appearance was a reflection of what would create the strongest connection between them. A Light will always shine brightest when they’re with their chosen. When their chosen’s soul becomes dim, so, too, does the Light. Which is why a Light is born, to bring the warmth and love their chosen’s soul requires.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You can’t keep using your anxiety as an excuse!”

“You think you have things hard, what about me?! Do you see me shying away from everyone because I can’t deal with them?”

“You’re making me look bad in front of our family, why can’t you just drop the attitude?!”

You sat in your room, curled up on your bed with your notebook and pencil. Your bedroom door was closed, but it didn’t help nearly enough.

You tried focusing on sketching the angel character on your page, erasing and redrawing the wings with no success. 

Each footstep, creak of a cupboard, and a murmured bit of voice made you tense. 

On a base level, you loved your mother. Things had been good when you were a kid, but when you got older, she became someone else. Someone that judged your every mistake and flaw. Someone that tried to make you behave a different way than you wanted to be. Someone that tried to put on a show in front of others, but didn’t give a damn that she was methodically ruining your mental health.

You’d had independence away from her for a short time, and had wished for that to have never ended. Yet, you had to leave your job, which had provided you with an apartment. This lead to having to move back in with her.

If you’d had any other option, aside from living on the streets, you would have taken that instead.

Your pencil tip stalled as her footsteps passed by your bedroom door. Your body locked and tensed, waiting to see if she would ruin your small fraction of peace, once again. 

When her footsteps continued to her own bedroom, you released a sigh. Putting your pencil down you rolled over to stare at your open laptop. On the screen was a screenshot of Markiplier wearing the angel wings. His videos had eased you through some tough times, including recent ones fueled by your mother. 

His goofy personality, generous actions, and cheery smile called to the part of yourself that could still find happiness. 

Thinking about him, you wished you could escape this place and just hang out with him. Even if it wasn’t him, if you could just get some space and time to yourself, you’d be better off each day.

This on your mind you drifted off to sleep with the moonlight’s soft glow filtering through your curtains.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He opened his eyes, and was utterly confused. Confuzzled. Bewildered.

Sitting up, he found himself on a hardwood floor. Looking around he took in all the fixtures of the room. The desk with switching computer images, the bookcase nearly overflowing, and then the bed. He saw the rise and fall of a body breathing beneath a blanket. 

Shuffling closer on his hands and knees he got a look at your face. It was you, your face, that stoked the flames of his being into proper function. His mind lit up with all the information about himself, about you, and his existence.

Smiling wide, he could barely contain himself. 

You needed your sleep, since sleep helped a mind to mend and process, but he was so eager to meet you properly. Maybe just wake you up for a little bit.

Ever so lightly he reached forward and gave your nose a small poke, whispering, “Boop.”

Your face scrunched, you mumbled something he didn’t catch, then rolled over to keep sleeping.

He decided you were adorable.

He shuffled forward again and poked your shoulder, “Boop.”

This distinct pressure was enough to stir you awake.

Groaning, you opened bleary eyes to focus on the white blob next to you. As your vision got clearer, and you processed what you were seeing, you began to be utterly confused and somewhat terrified.

“What the hell?!” You shoved yourself back in a scramble, tangling yourself up in your blankets.

Flinching from your raised voice, he backed away from the bed, “Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you awake! You’re okay, I’m not scary, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“What, who…,” Your brain was attempting to identify everything it was seeing.He was dressed in a white t-shirt, light blue jeans, he wasn’t wearing any socks, and….”wings?” The word came out a squeak as your sight narrowed on the soft, glowing, golden appendages sprouting from his back. They were curled around, barely brushing against the edge of your computer chair and the side of the bed.

He tilted his head, and looked to where you were staring, “Would ya look at that. I have wings. I just noticed…..Well, I’m not the most observant being ever.”  

You rubbed furiously at your eyes, kept them closed tight for a moment, and reopened them. He was still there, now trying to reach back and play with a feather. 

There was a lot your brain was trying to process. The wings, and him being in your room aside, his face was a whole other matter. He was absolutely, 100%, a clone of Mark Fischbach. Only, in the dim lighting you could make out that his eyes were gold, and his hair was streaked through with gold, as well. 

The way he spoke, and was acting, was pure Mark, too. When he was being his absolute goofiest.

None of this made any sense.

“Dude, who are you?” You kept your voice quiet, not wanting to wake up your mom. The last thing you needed was for her to come check in on you and call the cops. Technically, you should be doing the same, but this guy wasn’t being threatening in any way, shape, or form.

His expression sombered, settling on a soft smile as he turned away from the feather. His tone just as level, he answered, “I’m Lightiplier. Your Light. I was born in answer to your wish.”

The air caught in your lungs. 

Was this really happening, or were you dreaming? 

Inching forward you slid off the edge of the bed. This close to him, you got hints of some kind of flower, and fresh air on a summer night. Reaching forward you tentatively poked his shoulder.

His smile regained a bit more of its silliness, “Boop.”

You withdrew your hand, covering your mouth to refrain from letting out the panicked little stutters that were coming out on your exhales.

Sensing your immediate distress, his silly smile dropped.

His wings stretched forward, cocooning the both of you. The golden glow, that had barely enhanced the dim lighting in the room, became a golden light that shimmered inside the small space. The smell you couldn’t identify before was perfectly clear now. Jasmine. A flower that could represent love, or purity. 

Warm, gentle fingers took hold of your free hand, his thumb making small soothing circles. Lightiplier’s golden eyes were locked with yours. His voice low, murmuring and slowed, “You’re okay. I’m sorry I’ve upset you. I will never do anything you do not want me to. If you want me to leave, I will. My only purpose is to bring you comfort and peace. I only want to be your friend.”

His voice, the same as Mark’s, was honey that oozed over your jittery mind, helped ease your thoughts to slow. 

Your breathing slowed, your heart stopped its frantic tap dance, and forming thoughts became simpler.

Lowering your hand, you stuttered out, “N-no, I’m sorry. It was… just a shock, that something like this could happen for me…. Thank you….you don’t need to leave, but what about my mom? She’ll freak when she sees you.”

Light shook his head, letting go of your hand as his wings opened, “I’m here for you, Y/N. You’re the only one that can see or hear me.”

Given that the man had golden wings sprouting out of his back, you were going to take his word for it.

You had so many questions you wanted to ask, and they were all just sitting on the tip of your tongue. They were suppressed by the large yawn that took over. 

“Oh right, I woke you up, my bad,” Light got to his feet, and gestured for you to do the same, “Scooch that butt back into bed. I can’t help you if you’re not getting all your needed sleep.”

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” You barely got the words out when another yawn nearly made your jaw dislocate.

If this turned out to be a dream when you woke up in the morning, you weren’t sure you’d be able to get out of bed at all.

Light nodded, and placed a hand over his heart, “I promise. You’re stuck with me until you don’t need me anymore.”

You flicked a glance at your bedroom door while crawling back under the covers, “That’ll be a long time to come.”

“Good! Er… not good? Now I’m confused.”

You giggled tiredly at his perplexed expression. Your eyes beginning to close, you sighed, “Please don’t leave.”

In the brief moment before sleep took you, you heard him whisper, “Just said you’re stuck with me, and I mean it.”

~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke with a start.

You scoured every corner of your room, your heart plummeting at seeing no trace of the feathered being. 

“It wasn’t a dream… I swear it wasn’t a dream.” You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, this was too much. Too cruel.

A light tap came from the window by your computer desk.

You threw off your blanket, nearly falling on your face as you leapt off the bed. With a quick yank on the cord you drew the blinds up.

You laughed in relief to see Light. He was perched precariously on the small ledge on the other side of the window, two carry away cups in his hands, “I got you some hot cocoa!” 

It wasn’t a dream. You weren’t alone anymore. You had your Light with you now.

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NAME:  jw NICKNAME: jw is the nickname my real name is long and hyphenated PRONOUNS: he/him AGE: 22 AND A HALF because if I’m baby I’m allowed to do that FAVORITE ANIMAL: cats??? also snakes PETS: the longest tabby cat ever, Nathan HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN THIS FANDOM?: 5 years, but only in the rpc for like a month  TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: three lobe piercings in each ear, my daith in my left ear, my septum (14g), both high nostrils, both low/regular nostrils --- so that’s 12 holes in my body that aren’t naturally there ; one tattoo of “charmante!” in Lucas Steele’s handwriting on my collarbone because I love my trash son Anatole Kuragin STAR SIGN: scorpio sun, taurus moon, cancer rising (i in fact have the time of my birth memorized so i’m able to look this up whenever lol) WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS SPECIFIC CHARACTER(S)?: that’s a great question. I chose Dorian for the scary amount of parallels between our lives, once I started my replay about a month and a half ago of DA:I. Now we’re not the same, obviously, but man if I’ve talked to you ooc i’ve probably dropped at least one or two ways that i can at least substitute a circumstance from my own life to understand and get to the emotions dorian has (if anyone else is an actor don’t @ me i use stanislavski with a heavy dose of meisner thrown in there and that comes in handy for writing as well as acting). also i just love my messy gay brilliant man as much as the next guy. I just really like Krem and love having trans rep. in a video game without it being the be-all and end all of his personality, so that’s why I gave in and made him a blog. less parallels there, but i understand aspects of his character that either were or even weren’t canon / written

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#Repost @natgeotravel (with @report.for.insta) ... Video by @BabakTafreshi | Enjoy the rising Harvest Moon from September 13 in a crystal clear sky over the Atlantic Ocean near Boston. The long telephoto lens reveals a much larger moon than we normally experience. I had one eye on the moon and the other on the people who some looked excitingly and some ignored. There is a lot we miss when being disconnected from the natural world.⁣ ⁣The soundtrack “I Witness Windflaw” is a courtesy of orchestra composer Barbad Bayat. Explore more of The World at Night photography with me, @babaktafreshi. #twanight ⁣#fullmoon #astrophotography #newengland #boston https://www.instagram.com/p/B2r70ZSHuQ4/?igshid=19o2x0aikh4uq

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Repost By pilot_from_space: #MoonRise / (34/365) In this video #YetiDynamics swaps the International Space Station, which is 254 miles from Earth, with the moon, which is about 238,900 miles away. The moon is 6,783 miles in circumference. At this distance, the moon would also rise in the west and set in the east. Because the moon would orbit the #Earth so quickly somewhere between 130 and 90 minutes it would outpace the Earth’s rotation. Of course, the Moon could never circle our planet so closely. For one thing, there's the #Roche Limit to consider – the distance at which the tidal forces of a larger celestial body (the Earth, in this case) win out over the gravitational forces holding a smaller body (the Moon) together. The Earth-Moon Roche limit is a little over 18,000 kilometers, about 1/20th the distance of its current orbit. Venture any closer than that, and the Moon is liable to be ripped apart, potentially turning Earth into a ringed planet. Plus, even if the Moon could orbit our planet at so near a distance without disintegrating, there's still the question of what effect its gravitational forces (which would be felt hundreds of times more keenly) would have on proceedings here on Earth! Definitely interesting to see however, thanks Yeti! 🌕👀 Photo: Close moon visual Courtesy of: Yeti Dynamics - YouTube #rocket #poster #planet #rocketscience #launch #rockets #rocketsoftheworld #future #nasa #blueorigin #nasaula #nasa🚀 #bfr #unitedlaunchallience #boeing #spacexlaunch #terraforming #conceptart #fridayfeeling #jpl (via #IG Capture @AppKottage) https://www.instagram.com/p/Btrh42bHNTU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ufsap35936ij

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ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Potato! TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): September 12th THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Virgo sun, Gemini moon, Virgo rising FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′5″ - 5′6″?? I think? The last time I measured was over a year ago FIVE ( HOBBIES ): Reading, writing, drawing (when I’m motivated), watching movies or youtube videos, playing games (recently it’s been CoD, Forza and Mirror’s Edge Catalyst) SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): Green! Usually kind of a light mint or jade green but I like most shades. SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):  The Redwall series by Brian Jacques will always hold a special place in my heart, the same with the PJO/HoO series by Rick Riordan and A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket. But I’m a lover of books and I generally like reading a lot of things. (Barring romance novels/romance-heavy novels that is. Kinda not my thing) EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): :D NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): Pretty sure it was either The Martian or Independence Day, though I’m about to start the Lord of the Rings movies (yes, this late at night) TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): They all have varying sources of inspiration honestly. Like, Kai I made for my old friend group’s DR rp and Lauren came later. Kai was inspired by what I wanted to be at the time (super successful in an artistic field, having cool tattoos, confident) and Lauren was always the kind of person I wanted to be - friendly, cheerful, helpful and most of all happy (ngl I was in a super negative place when I made her and she was definitely a big part in helping me be more positive until I could handle it better myself). Nova was originally for an old project and he was originally inspired by the sin of ‘sloth’ but when I decided to rp his character in the DR community he changed a lot and became so much more than that and no longer really fit the role he was meant for. Ren,,, man I love androids and stories where they learn how to be more ‘human’. Tbh I can’t remember what spurred his creation (I think there was a burst of robot characters/aus on my dash or something?) but he was inspired by my love of robots and my curiosity and desire to learn. Elaina’s pretty new but I can tell you she’s inspired by my 1:30am thoughts and urges to create a new character. jk, i just suddenly got an idea in my head and she just grew from it. I also really wanted a lesbian character ngl and I also really adore the concept of “the skeptic is surrounded by supernatural/paranormal things but refuses to acknowledge them as such.” ELEVEN: (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): I like stars and space. And I’ve always wanted my muses, my friends (yes, that includes you) and myself to shine as brilliantly as they can. And it’s just a little silent reminder of that, without me coming across as patronising, annoying or insincere by telling everyone “you can do it! i believe in you! do your best! you’re made from the same stuff as stars, you can do anything! i love you!“

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𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊!!!

— BASICS!!

• maz, 22, they/she

• bi (myself lmao)

• i’m an infp-t (which basically just means i am mentally unstable)

• i like video games, music, space, rain, creepypasta, long video essays and anime

• spiderman will always be my favourite superhero

• i love vincent van gogh and i don’t care how basic that makes me

• my ao3 and my wattpad

• my accounts: main, shitpost sideblog, anime writing sideblog

— FAVOURITES!!!

music: twentyonepilots, ajr, queen, mother mother, halsey, conan gray, taylor swift, olivia rodrigo

shows: moon knight, doctor who, the owl house, atla, 9-1-1, mr. robot, the good place, squid game, tua, money heist, b99, russian doll, bojack horseman, alice in borderland, himym, opla, tlou

books: animal farm, the picture of dorian gray, six of crows duology

movies: in the tall grass (best comedy ever), spirited away, black widow, rise of the guardians, brother bear, pitch perfect, enola holmes, barbie, maze runner triology

video games: tlou, bg3, dbh, minecraft, sims 4, spiderman insomniac, genshin impact, love and deepspace

characters: steven grant, the doctor, spencer reid, kaz brekker, sokka, korra, klaus hargreeves, wylan van eck, wanda maximoff, chishiya shuntarou, astarion, yelena belova

ships: wesper, kanej, lumity, catradora, avatrice, peraltiago

— DNI!!!

if you’re under 14 (i often use more mature/ explicit language and humour so i don’t think that’s something you’ll enjoy or should be subjected to but i will not control ages so do with this what you want)

if you’re homophobic, transphobic, anti lgbtq+ and if you attack people over gender/sexuality hcs for characters!!

if you’re racist (which includes being anti blm and anti stop asian hate)

if you’re misogynistic and/or a terf

if you’re anti vaxx, anti mask, pro life

if you send anon hate

if you steal/repost other people’s art/ writing / work, don’t do that, it’s super shitty

— BYF!!

this blog is not spoiler free

this blog will interact with nsfw / mature content, if you feel uncomfortable with that then block the tag 🚰.mzthrst

i curse a lot lmao (and when i say a lot i mean a lot) and i won’t be tagging it because it happens too much (unless it’s in a fic)

i use more mature humour and language

most reader inserts will be gender neutral by default, but i will also write for enby!reader, fem!reader and male!reader

this is a multifandom writing blog

i don’t have a writing schedule so i might not post regularly (i’m also in uni so it’s not possible for me to post daily)