#their heads are SO big though ahahah

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Hiya

Posting more elaborate (and my that I mean written stuff) is kinda difficult atm, but i wanna stay somewhat active, so have another of my immaculate drawings...

... a short little comic of Violet and the Diasomnia squad!

It's short n silly but for a first ever comic attempt it's passable I'd say. Expect more of Malleus and Violet in the future, I already have a story for them in my drafts!

[froggibus]

i’m begging you for some nsfw hcs with wade & logan

i NEED more info about jealous sex with them specifically

please and thank you 💋💋

Jealousy Sex - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader (no pronouns are used but has a pussy) x Wade Wilson

Genre: smut/nsfw

CW: poly! relationship, jealousy, possession, scent kink/scenting, taunting & humiliation, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE

omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely 💓

these two are such a handful when they’re jealous

Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space

if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close

he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck

he’ll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent

“d’ya smell that? hm?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering what’s about to come

“that’s my scent. mine. all fuckin’ over ya.”

he’s dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react

sex with him while he’s jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is

sometimes it’s deep and intimate, going until you’ve forgotten the rest of the world

or it’s rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember

he’ll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear he’s using his claws

his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming

and once you throw Wade into the mix…

Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off

it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does

he’ll swoop in when someone’s hitting on you and press himself in real close

not nearly as showy as Logan but he’ll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it

“i know i know” he’ll kiss the side of your head. “so fuckable, right?“

he’ll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant

he’s holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit

every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs he’s pushing them further apart

“ahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I haven’t done my job right.”

when they’re together & jealous?? you’re not leaving that room for hours and they’re going to fucking ruin you

they’ll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you

they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears

they’re both dirty talk kings

by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking

you’re moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing

the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think you’re getting out anytime before that…

once you’re nice and fucked out in Logan’s arms, Wade’s sliding his cock inside of you and then they’re both fucking you

they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other too—the only thing they can agree upon is that you’re theirs

when the night is over, you’ll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed

they’ll clean you up nice and good though

Wade is the best ever at aftercare, he’ll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)

meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin

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[queenpiranhadon]

So you know how collectively all anime lovers are almost always destined to never find love just because our standards have been infinitely raised?

I feel like Mimiko and Nanako have that problem.

Living in such a nice house with you and Suguru has been like a dream, but the type of love the two of you have for each other is so rare, that it's truly a once in a generation thing.

However, since the girls grew up surrounded by you and Suguru's endless love, it's been hard finding anyone who matches that.

"Ugh oh my god, Mimi, you know that once guy I was telling you about?"

Mimiko hums, sitting on the couch doing her homework by the coffee table while her sister is dramatically draped sideways over the armchair, recounting her latest dating fail.

"He was such a bitch, like he brought me a flower. A flower! Can you believe it?!"

You can't but overhear Nanako's complaints from the kitchen, poking your head out to investigate.

"Language, Nana." You warn, but you can't help but feel a little amused. "Also, flowers are super sweet, what's so bad about them?"

Nanako huffs and rolls her eyes. "Sorry, mama. But it was just a measly single sunflower! He was so insincere!"

You raise your eyebrow. "Don't you love sunflowers?"

Nanako pouts. "Dad gets you those big bouquets though. Ones with your favorite flowers but also those little white ones that make it all pretty and everything. And they're all wrapped up so nicely with those sappy love notes taped to them. Least I could get is a little bow."

You know exactly which bouquets she's talking about, and can't help but let out a little amused chuckle at her words. She wasn't wrong, Suguru did tend to go all out when it came to you, and you loved him for it, as always. But Nanako didn't really grasp the fact that not every guy would be like your husband - not that she didn't deserve every ounce of love that Suguru gave you on the daily, but it was just hard to come by.

"Nana, I am very fortunate to have met your father, but we've also been married for six years." You say, deciding to join them in the living room and sitting next to Mimiko who subtly moves closer to you, intrigued.

Nanako looks at you, with an eyebrow raised. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Love, we're in our thirties. The way Suguru treats me is going to be very different than how a fifteen year old boy is going to treat a fifteen year old girl."

Nanako sighs dramatically and stretches her limbs. "I guess I'm just destined to never find love."

You chuckle and her antics and Mimiko rolls her eyes.

"You think a flower is bad? This one guy took me to the movies for our first date."

"HE DID WHAT?!"

"Girls-"

A/N: Heheheh this is so goofy ahahah, realistically, Mimi and Nana would probably never be in a three mile radius of a boy just because of how protective Suguru is of them but oh well.

[lightlycareless]

uuu just imagine reading manga with naoya in bed while being cuddled up together <3<3

Hello!!!

Ok so this is sweet—kind of domestic amirite? oof. I love me some domestic Naoya when he's nothing but a loving husband. akgfhaksjghkjaghjkashgjas and a nerd too ahahah awww anyways...

warnings: very tiny mentions of smut. implications really. fluff outside of that.

happy reading!!

Imagine it being a cold snowy day where Naoya doesn’t have to go out on missions, tend to clan responsibilities, or anything else.

A day where he can simply spend his time in nothing but his favorite, deserving things, such as catching up with his favorite series, enjoying a well-deserved break from all those countless missions, and of course, spend time with you—his needy wife who didn’t hold back from letting him know how much she missed him.

“What would you like to do today?” is how the days would begin, with you peppering endless kisses across his face while the two snuggled underneath the sheets.

“Hmmm, I feel like spending the whole day in bed.” He sighs, kissing the top of your head. “The new chapter of the manga I told you about came out yesterday, and I want to read it.”

“I’ll make breakfast, then.” You smile, ready to push yourself up from the futon and rush to the kitchen—though Naoya had something else in mind too.

“What’s the hurry, my love?” he murmurs, pulling you back to him. “Going away from me so soon? I just came back…”

“N—No, of course not… I could never!” you blush. “I just… just wanted to make the best of today, you know? Please you.”

“You know, there’s one thing that will immediately please me.” He breathes against your ear, you shudder.

“…I still have to get your bath ready.”

“Can’t see why we can’t do both.”

You press your lips together, heated by his words.

“Ok, but we can’t get too distracted��I still want you to enjoy your day! You rarely get to rest as of lately….” You pout, he laughs before leaning to give you a kiss.

“With you by my side, there’s no way I cannot.”

After that is done, followed by a relaxing bath and a delicious meal prepared by you—Naoya insists in only being fed by you, not the staff; you happily oblige—you’re quick to take your place by his side on the futon, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and rest your head against his chest while his free hand holds up one of his favorite magazines, the one that publishes his favorite anime of the moment.

“I read they had to reprint this issue solely because of one mistake. Nothing too big, but apparently big enough to have the whole publisher pull out the magazine…”

“Gee, that must’ve been quite the task—And to allow it too! Is the author that big or something?”

“Kind of, he’s the best seller at the moment.”

“No wonder, if he’s not happy, that means no business for them.” You sigh. “I wonder if the change is even noticeable.”

“I don’t know, but that’s what I’ll figure out now—they usually point it out anyways.” Naoya squeezes you against him, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, that’s sounds like a wonderful plan!” You grin. “And if you get hungry, or want something to snack on, just let me know and I’ll bring it to you.”

Naoya blushes.

“I love you.”

It’s your turn to blush.

“I love you too.”

The rest of the evening would go on that way, with Naoya reading his manga, eyes intently fixed on the panels while murmuring to himself whenever particularly interesting scene occurs, if not scoffing when a character does something stupid—just as he did in real life; both gestures that you found incredibly cute, how relaxed he is when doing things he loves.

And though he was very focused on that, he was still attentive enough to your presence and gestures, hands and lips looking for yours whenever you reached out to him or vice versa, as well as allowing you to feed him, careful enough to not distract him that much.

Because you just couldn’t snap him out of trance, you know? He looked so adorable!!

Although it would turn a bit… too much soon enough.

“I don’t—I don’t want anything else, Y/N—” he protests when you try to shove another piece of popcorn into his mouth, going as far as moving away, but you simply stuck to him.

“Come on, you have to eat!”

“Not to this point!” Naoya gasps, stomach full to the point of exploding! Of so it feels. “I don’t—I don’t want anything else!”

“Tough luck, Naoya—If you didn’t want me to spoil you, you shouldn’t have stayed home!” you giggle, and Naoya just relents, because he can’t do anything else when he’s putty to both your adorable charm and insistence, his beloved wife.

A side of Naoya that fortunately, is just for your eyes to see.

I just realized that Naoya was the kind of guy to say: "I want a wife that is submissive, that is only attentive to me and knows her place and yadda yadda yadda" until you came along and he was like "ok I like that but... I also want kisses...."

Idk I just keep thinking he's very desperate for affection hahaha call it ooc I DO NOT CARE I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM. 😶😶

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small thing 🥺❤️ him getting all flustered because you're always so caring to him is AGH healing!!! We could literally change him...

Now, thank you so much for sending in this ask ❤️❤️❤️ take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[bookskeepers]

third time's the charm ♡ chapter two

content warnings: tsukishima's p.o.v. of his sexual history since starting college! so yes. NSFW-ish (not explicit smut). minors do not interact. ahahah i hope i got him right

word count: 1,412

a/n: i added to chapter one so please make sure you read that one before this one ! also this one is on the shorter side because like ........ i am not that creative

also! sorry for the weird tenses... i like writing in present tense but i genuinely had no clue how to go from past to present so here we are <3 sorry. english is not my first language

taglist: none yet ! pls send an ask if you want to be added <3

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Tsukishima Kei isn't big on commitment. Or, at least, he thought he wasn't until he met you.

Before he started college, he hadn't really gone out of his way to meet girls. Sure, there was the usual confession from underclassmen, upperclassmen, and people his age on a regular basis, but it's not like he was attracted to any of them. They all felt pretty basic: average height, average features, average everything. None of them stood out to him. Yamaguchi often teased him for his "endless line of suitors," and the olive-haired boy also taught him how to let those girls down gently. Tsukishima tried his best to, but more often than not the confessions ended in tears.

Once he started university, he decided to branch out more. He ended up going to the same school as Kuroo Tetsurou and Bokuto Koutarou, and they wiggled their way back into his life. Kuroo even helped him set up his Tinder account, and Tsukishima hadn't bothered to change it since.

It's not like it wasn't easy for him to meet girls, though; his major was mostly women and he often felt some unnerving stares in his classes. He thought studying anthropology would be more equal in terms of a gender divide, but he was wrong. Besides, he didn't like the idea of trying to hook up with people he'd see on a daily basis. The appeal of Tinder was that there were no strings attached and, if he were to enjoy the company of a computer science major or a biology major, the chances of him crossing paths with them again was nonexistent.

His first time ended up being pretty straightforward -- the girl had been relatively understanding of his lack of experience, and Tsukishima had discovered that he really enjoyed kissing people, especially in missionary. His slew of experiences led him to find out that he also enjoyed the quiet noises people made more than the loud ones, the looks on their faces when they came undone, and the way they'd sink their nails into his back when it felt too good for them.

He enjoyed the way their thighs would tighten around his head when he went down on them, and he really liked the looks in their eyes when he'd lick his fingers clean after bringing them to orgasm with two digits.

He soon developed a bit of a reputation amongst those who knew him as a womanizer (although he would always disagree and say something about how that term felt demeaning towards both him and the ladies). He didn't talk about his promiscuity often, nor did he appreciate his friends' teasing about how all the women he took to bed looked the same. Tall, lithe, and light-colored hair. Bokuto went as far as to suggest that Tsukishima was into girls that could pass off as his sister, but he never said anything like that again since Tsukishima had smacked him for that comment.

It also quickly became apparent that Tsukishima wasn't a fan of women who tied their self-worth to the amount of sex they had. The first and only time he encountered someone like that, their need to please him had gone far beyond the usual desire to please one's partner and it was unsettling. That was also when he decided to exchange more than three messages with his matches on Tinder. He also no longer hesitated to unmatch with someone if they gave the wrong vibes.

There were a few times where it felt like the opposite party was getting attached. Requests to meet up for reasons other than sex, invites to parties, things like that. It's not that the idea of a relationship didn't appeal to Tsukishima, it was that the thought of being in a relationship with those who were trying to pursue one with him made his gut feel heavy and sent an anxious shiver up his spine. Simply put, there was a stark difference between "women he'd hook up with" and "women he would consider dating." After all, the hookups rarely handled his generally cold attitude well -- but sex, in his mind, was not a place for conversation. These feelings led him to think that maybe, just maybe, commitment wasn't his thing. It wasn't like he had met anyone he'd consider dating thus far anyways.

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If you ask him, he would say that the day he matched with you on Tinder wasn't that eventful.

It started rather simply. In the morning, he went for his usual jog before hitting the rec center on campus. That day was his pull day, so he had done lateral pull-downs, pull-ups, and he had used the rowing machine with the resistance set to high. Tsukishima likes the gym -- no one there was going to go out of their way to talk to him (unless they were asking to work in with him) and no one there was going to judge him.

He had gone to his classes like usual -- he decided to treat himself that semester by taking an elective that had nothing to do with the actual path he was setting up for himself. He was sitting in that class, Dragons Around the World, when he decided to pull up Tinder and start swiping. It was an entertaining class for the most part, but that day was dedicated to going over the most recent exam. Tsukishima had scored a perfect 100 on it, so he felt that there was no need for him to pay attention.

As usual, his feed was dominated by people that others would think of as super models. High cheekbones, pale-colored eyes, long lashes. He swiped mindlessly -- mostly to the right -- before your profile appeared on his screen. Something about you felt different -- maybe it was the gleam of mischief in your eyes or the way your profile didn't have any photos of you scantily clad in a bikini or less. Maybe it was the way your bio was "would ask for the kid's menu at a restaurant solely for the word search," or the way your job was listed as "generally confused at school." Despite the simplicity of your profile, it felt full of personality, a huge contrast to most of those on Tinder. He found himself swiping right against his better judgment.

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Around 1:00am that night, he's sat at his desk with his headphones on his ears when his phone lets out a quiet ding. He looks up from his textbook, a faint feeling of surprise that he even heard the ding through his music. He grabs it and taps on the screen, wincing at the bright light of the background.

TINDER: You got a new match!

As per usual, he taps on the notification and unlocks his phone. He always checks who his new matches are -- that's how he decides whether or not to send them a message.

He stares at the empty chat, your face sat in the middle of the screen. The photo's of you smiling at someone off camera, hair ruffling in an unseen breeze, a gleam of mischief in your eyes. He types out a quick "Yo." before placing his phone back on the desk and returning to the task at hand: studying for his exam in two days.

His focus doesn't last long, as his phone screen lights up this time to indicate that someone -- you, maybe? -- replied to him. He lets out a rather annoyed sigh before taking his phone once more, deciding to ditch studying at this hour and instead opting to flop in bed.

You: very charming first message

He lets out an amused snort by your response to his "Yo." and he rolls his eyes.

Tsukishima: It got you to reply, didn't it?

His eyes track the screen for a few minutes, hoping your reply would come as fast as it did before.

After mindlessly scrolling through Instagram Reels for thirty minutes -- because TikTok's subpar -- he realizes you must've fallen asleep. After all, he'd hate if you didn't reply in the end, since you were different from the usual Tinder interaction.

He goes to sleep that night with the thought of you on his mind. It was no easy feat to get him to laugh in general, much less so in the first interaction. Unbeknownst to you, you managed to do just that, which made you his latest fixation.

[danikamariewrites]

im not sure if you are still taking fourth wing requests - and you absolutely can ignore this and i wont be offended at all - but you are like the only person ive seen who writes for liam and im d e s p e r a t e

what about something where reader and liam had like a one night stand kind of thing, except they both quickly realize that they are feeling much more than one night stand feelings. like maybe they were friends before and even though they didnt think long-run relationships were in the cards bc they are riders, they both still definitely harbor some feelings and then it all kind of spills over

idk im just dumping bc i have to vent it somewhere ahahah

More Than This

Liam x reader

A/n: I’m always taking Fourth Wing requests! Liam deserves the world

Warnings: mentions of sex

You couldn’t help but stare down the table at Liam. He was like a dream come true. With that perfect blonde, fluffy hair and those charming dimples that always made you blush. You kept thinking about how your fingers felt running through his hair last night while he laced on your chest.

For the first time Liam stayed the night after your…activities. You had been sleeping together for a few weeks now. You’d been friends since Parapet, always flirting with each other. The tension between the two of you snapped and decided friends with benefits would work out.

You couldn’t keep lying to yourself though. You had fallen in love with Liam the day you met him. Liam didn’t seem like he reciprocated your feelings so you pushed your crush down.

So you went about your day like normal. Hanging out with your friends, going to class, and meals. At dinner Violet noticed I was off. She nudged me gently with her elbow. “Hey,” she whispered, “you ok? You’ve been weird all day.”

From down the table you missed Liam staring at you with big puppy dog eyes, vying for your attention to be on him. He could hear Imogen teasing him but he was too focused on trying to hear you and Violet. For a split second he swore your eyes flashed over him.

With one more nod of Violets head, you got up from the long wooden table and headed out the door without sparing Liam a glance. Liam watched you leave them turned to Violet with a questioning look. Ever the instigator and sucker for fairytales, Violet pointed her chin at the door. Signaling for Liam to follow you.

Liam was going crazy searching for you. He swore he saw you just a few stairs ahead of him a minute ago. Finally, he got to the main common room and spotted you lounge on the expansive leather couch. The crackling fire reflecting in your eyes. You were clearly lost in thought.

Liam was careful approaching you, he didn’t want to frighten you. You looked so cute when you had your thinking face on. Your nose scrunched just the tiniest bit, and your eyes looked so soft yet far away.

Liam lightly ran his fingers across the top of your shoulder, you perked up staring at him as he sat next to you. “Hey sweetheart,” his tone as gentle as his touch. “Hey.” You try to sound like your usual cheery self but Liam saw right through you.

He tilted his head, taking you in with a sad smile. “What’s wrong?” Liam brought his large fingers up from your shoulder to play with your hair. You sigh out through your nose, using all of your self restraint to not lean into his touch. “Nothing. I’m ok Liam.”

He raises a blonde brow at you. Shooting you a discerning look calling bullshit. “Come on, we don’t keep secrets from each other. If you tell me your secret I’ll tell you mine.” And we might have the same secret, Lima thought to himself.

You ripped away from Liam’s touch. Looking down you rest your forearms on your knees. You couldn’t bear the look of pity and rejection on your best friends face. He obviously cared about you but the awkwardness that would come after you admit your feelings for him will be unbearable.

And besides, you’re riders. There’s a chance you won’t live past this year or the quadrant. Why break your own heart?

Closing your eyes you can’t the worlds that tumble out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you Liam. I didn’t mean to be, but the day I saw you my heart wouldn’t stop doing flips and I felt the good kind of butterflies in my stomach. I pushed it down because I thought it was a crush. But it’s not.”

When you finally stopped the silence crept over your skin. You felt hot, like a dragon was breathing fire directly down your shirt.

Liam’s hand held your jaw, his thumb running over your cheek as he moved you to look at him. Your eyes were unsure and scared. You hoped this was a good sign and not just comfort from a friend. “Sweetheart…I’m so insanely in love with you. You’ve driven me crazy since parapet and I was willing to keep doing this if it meant I could have just a piece of your affection.”

You let out a heavy breath in relief. Liam continued, “Everything about you is incredible y/n. From your heart to your strength you amaze me everyday. So please tell me this means you’re mine?” Words wouldn’t be enough to tell him yes. You jump into Liam’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Liam holds you tightly to his muscular body. Running his fingers through your hair and rubs his hand up and down your spine. Leaning back you hold the sides of Liam’s face and rest your forehead against his. “Take me to bed Li.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin as he shot up still holding you.

[fandxmslxt69]

Cute Library Boys

Steven Grant x f!Reader

Warnings: Steven being too goddamn cute and fluff!! Some swearing, absolutely tooth rotting dorky-ness.

A/N: Oh my god this has been sitting in drafts for so long but I finally finished editing ahahah. Idk how I feel about it ngl, its cute and has me giggling but !!!! idk. Anyway this IS inspired by a prompt: "Going for the same book at the library" taken from @creativepromptsforwriting (Mona sent me a prompt list literally like 2 months ago thank you @whatthefishh you are too cute for this world.) ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY this is a peace offering before I pour my heart out into the most gut wrenching angst and coochie killing smut <3

-Clem

Synopsis: All you wanted was to have a quiet day browsing books in the library. Who knew you'd manage to find the cutest man to spend your day with right there in the history aisle?

Word count: 3541 (omg.)

Walking through the library, you gently ran your finger over the spines of the book, feeling worn out paper and leather on your fingertips. It was always relaxing, being surrounded by so many stories, real or not, lives and adventures. You skimmed through a history section, looking for a book that might be of interest, and your eyes landed on one just up ahead, with a pretty spine and a title written in gold. Your fingers jumped to it, but bumped with another hand outstretched to grab it.  “Oh sorry, love! Didn’t see you there,”  “Oh no it’s alright!” You grinned up to the cute man with the cute British accent. “You can have the book, I don’t mind,” “Oh no,” He shook his head.  “Really, you can take it,”  “No it’s fine, really, I can just order another from the system,” He grabbed the book off the shelf, handing it to you. “Love, please. I’ve already read it anyway. It’s all yours,” He smiled, a bright breathtaking smile that lit up his whole face.  You hesitated but took the book from his hand, adding it to the (very heavy) bag you carried. “Memorised and all?” He chuckled. “I wish,”  You grinned at him, and an awkward silence fell as you scanned the rest of the shelf. “Uh,” You cleared your throat. “Anyway. Thank you, a lot, for-” “The book,” He finished. “Yes! The book. Thank you,”  He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing.  “Alright well uh…I’ll, go, thank you, again,” You rushed to say before quickly dashing off, trying not to think about how pretty he was, or how soft his eyes looked, or his beautiful curls, his soft yet clear features…

No. 

You weren’t sure what the hell urged you to turn right back around and down the aisle again, but your feet carried you there anyway, and you found yourself standing right in front of the gorgeous stranger again. “Um. Hi.” You mumbled. Maybe he didn’t hear, maybe you could run be- “Hi! You’re back,” He grinned and you could feel the sunshine radiating off of him.  “Yeah. Um..I don’t know I just…yknow…You seem to know your books,” You gestured to the growing pile by his feet. “So I was just..wondering if you had any recommendations? I’m in a bit of a slump, so I wanted to try something new. I mean only if you’re cool with it, if I’m bothering you I’ll just go-”  He laughed, a quiet small chuckle that put a huge ass sappy smile on your face. It was contagious, his bubbly energy and cute laughs and smiles. “No it’s alright love, I’d be more than happy to give you a few suggestions, though it might just turn out to be a big ramble,” You shrugged. “Nothing beats a good book ramble,” “Wholeheartedly agree. Now,” He turned to the shelves, his soft eyes scanning the spines of the dozens of books, and he just started rambling- exactly like he said he would. On and on and on, grabbing a few books at a time and talking about them all at once, he looked over the moon to share all this knowledge with someone, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you could barely keep up with him. You just stood there watching him, probably grinning like an idiot, adding every book he put down to the growing pile in your bag. Whether the book was actually interesting or not, you didn’t care. When a cute man excitedly tells you about his favourite books in an aisle in the library, you grab every damn one of those books and you take them home. 

By the time he finished going through at least a dozen books, he paused, biting his lower lip to hide a shy smile. “Sorry. Got carried away there,” 

Ah shit.

“No no! It’s okay, no apology needed at all. You- it’s cute. You’re cute. When…you do the ramble thing. Cute. Yeah.” You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up.  There was a beat of silence, before he blurted out, “Steven.” “Sorry?”  “Steven…my name. Is Steven. Grant. Steven Grant. It kind of just hit me that I didn’t introduce myself,”  “Oh. Oh! Oh right. Oh my god.” You fumbled with your bag, trying to get yourself back in control. “This is embarrassing. I’m so sorry. I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Steven,” He laughed again. “It’s very nice to meet you too,”  You nodded. How many times are you going to nod. Quit it.  “So…um,” you cleared your throat, wondering if it was too late to ask for a hole to open up and swallow you whole. “Yknow..there’s um…this cafe, right down the street, and it’s really nice and they’ve got pretty decent coffee and food. I was wondering if…you know, if you’re free anyway, and not too busy or if you have something better to do I totally get it-” “I’d very much like to go to the cafe down the street with you,” Steven interrupted, and you stared at him, jaw hanging open slightly as you took in his shy smile and the light rose of his cheeks.  “I mean, if that’s what you’re asking-” He rambled quickly to add. “Yes! Ah, uh, yes, that is what I’m asking,” You grinned widely, cheeks starting to hurt from how damn much you were smiling at this cute stranger in the history aisle of your local library.  “Great! Wonderful, amazing. I- uh…I’ll…go check out my books? Get settled while you do yours and…” “...we can meet by the front doors?” You finished for him. He nodded quickly, his hair bouncing with each bob of his head. You nodded too, fiddling with the strap of your bag. “Okay. Okay cool. I’ll…go do my thing. And I’ll see you soon?” “Yes, absolutely, 100% yeah,”  You chuckled, a few butterflies taking flight through your stomach with all his nervous blabbering.

He’s cute. Real cute, with the nicest warm eyes and a precious crooked smile, and the cutest mop of curls on his head that you desperately wanted to play with. Not to mention his adorable outfit..the cute earth brown pants and the soft sweater that definitely hugged his body in a comfy yet pleasing way. 

Screwed. Absolutely, royally screwed. 

After awkwardly staring (analysing) him for a solid minute as he grabbed the rest of his books, you turned and dashed to the check out desks, fumbling and mumbling about stupid cute library boys the entire way through the checkout process. 

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As you both left the library, a light silence falling between you, he couldn’t help but take a few glances at you, his heart picking up pace, a giddy laugh building up in his throat- this was new. All of it was so new yet welcomed. He’d be damned if he let it go to waste, whether it be a chance to make a friend, or maybe a little more. 

By the time you had reached the shop, his shoulder ached from carrying his bag of books, and you looked ready to drop dead on your feet. 

“I can carry your bag if it’s getting you tired,” Steven suggested softly as you entered the cafe. You frowned, hugging your bag tightly to you. “What, no. It’s okay, I like carrying my bag. Makes me feel close to my books,” You pointed to a table by the window. “Here?” He laughed, then nodded. “Yeah this works,” He took a seat, lifting his bag off of him and placing down beside him. “What do you like to read anyway?” “Oooh,” You slid into the seat, you could feel the ache in your lower back start to build. Who even had back problems at this age. “I like a good fantasy novel, and I am guilty of reading way too much romance. I also like poetry. Not a very big person in non fiction though.” “Romance huh?” He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. “Scandalous romance?” You laughed, shrugging. “What, a woman has her needs, and those needs happen to be pretty men with cute accents,”  “Ah right,” He nodded again, then paused. “Wait. I have an accent,” You chuckled, smiling widely. “Yes you do. A cute one too. And you’re cute. Pretty, dare I say,” His eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck and his ears started turning red too as he looked away, averting his eyes and biting at his lower lip. Your heart did a little flip at how cute he looked when he was flustered.  “What kinda books do you like, Mr. Grant?”  “Hmm,” He flipped aimlessly through the menu, his eyes scanning the millions of different ways they make frappuccinos and espressos. He didn’t even drink coffee that much, he was more of a tea guy. “I like history, big fan of mythologies and stuff,”  You sat up, grinning widely. “I love mythology. I was a huge sucker for them in middle school. Still kinda am, honestly,” His heart did a little thing. “Really? What kind of mythology?” You shrugged. “I was really into the Greeks, they were pretty fun and it was a good time. I like the Romans a bit too, but they’re a little boring, yknow? The Norse are wack too, which makes it funny,” You grinned. “I was just a bit obsessed. I had an Egypt phase too for quite a bit,”  You could see the way his face lit up, how his eyes widened and a big smile started spreading across his face. “Egypt huh? That’s cool.” He nodded, deciding not to make a further comment lest it come off as too strong. You raised an eyebrow. “Cool? Oh come on, you totally had an Egypt phase,” “Did not!” “You so did. C’mon, tell me. I promise I won’t judge! I never could, I had attachments to those guys. You definitely know a thing or two,” He waved you off. “No..I mean, a little maybe. I’ve studied their mythologies and tales, aspects of culture and society, that’s sorta stuff, it’s not interesting really,” “Not interesting?” You scoffed. “Well I find them interesting. C’monnnn,” You nudged his leg under the table. “Who’s your favourite god?” He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. “I’m fond of Taweret. Hippo goddess, resides in the underworld and stuff. She’s nice,”  “Yeah? Know her personally?” “Oh yeah, obviously. We have chat over tea all the time,”  No way he was this funny. “Really? Wait, hang on,” You leaned in, “if she resides in the underworld, does that mean you’ve died before, Steven Grant?”

He liked it, he decided. The way you said his name, how it rolled off your tongue and out of your mouth so easily, and not the sarcastic way everyone else said it. Heaven, at least you remembered his name, not when half the staff at the old museum couldn’t even get Steven right.  He scrunched up his face, thinking deeply. “Hmm. Let’s see. I think I might have, yeah. A few times now actually,” There it was again, the laugh that filled the entire cafe, as your shoulders shook and you threw your head back in joy. “No way, you did not,” You finally said.  “I absolutely did! It’s not a good experience obviously, but yknow, an adventure,”  “So you’ve like- met Osiris and stuff?” He shrugged. “Maybe,” “Oh come on. Tell me! I’ve always liked him. Given, I always like every death god, so it’s no different,” “He’s alright. Very stiff though, no personality at all, he’s all business serious,” “Well duh, he’s a king,” Steven rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean he’s got to be so boring,”  You chuckled again, shaking your head in disbelief as you went back to the menu. “Any other gods you’ve met?” “Hmm.” He tapped his chin a few times, and brushed a curl of hair out of his eye. “I’ve met some night gods. They look like big ugly birds, with a big temper and zero compassion or kindness. Dress in old rags and stuff,”  “You’re lying, I swear you’re lying,” “I am not! It’s true. I see one quite often actually, he’s a pain in the ass, right psycho.”  “Yeah? He your best friend?” He snorted. “Absolutely not.”  You tsked. “Aw, that’s so sad,” “No it’s not. I told you, he’s not right in his mind,”  “Yeah but isn’t that all gods?” Steven sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Okay, you make an excellent point, but I’m telling you, this one is bloody psycho. Murderous and whatnot.” He smiled, a big goofy smile that showed his cute dimples.  You shook your head again, trying to fight back a stupid sappy grin. “You’re too funny,” “Too funny? Is that bad?” He frowned. “No! No, absolutely not. It’s nice, your jokes are actual..well, yknow, jokes. And it’s kind of nerdy.” “Oi!” He leaned in, pointing a finger at you with an air of amusement. “You just said nerdy was cute,” “It is!! It’s very cute!”  “Bloody right. ‘Cause if you came for sports jokes, I’m not your guy,” You laughed. “Nope, no sports jokes for me. I just like an extra side of nerdiness,”  He narrowed his eyes, fighting back a smile. “You are horrible,”  “Horribly cute, yeah, definitely,” He exploded with laughter, his face all happy smile lines and precious dimples. You smiled widely, your heart doing a little skip with how gorgeous he looks, so full of laughter. 

Thankfully though, before he caught you grinning like an idiot at him and trying to memorise his face, a waiter came to your table, and you managed to order your drinks without acting crazy or too dorky. 

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“What about Bastet? You know her?” 

Okay so maybe you were still a little dorky. 

“The cat lady? I mean you see her everywhere don’t you? In all the nice cat ladies by your flat or in the market!” “Okay fine Mr. Poetic, I’m asking about the goddess,” 

He grinned, fiddling with the strap of his bag as you both made your way to a bus stop. “I haven’t met her, no. But I know of her,” 

“Right, of course,” You weren’t sure why you humoured this idea; the possibility of divinity walking amongst man. But the ease of pretending, of imagining with him, with Steven, was something you came to realise you enjoyed too much to give up.  “What about Zeus?” He frowned. “Wrong civilization,”  “Oh come on, so you’re telling me you can believe the idea of gods with bird heads from the times of pyramids, but you can’t humour me with the idea of wackoo’s living on top of a mountain?”  “I just don’t like them. Too chaotic,”  “That’s exactly why everyone likes them,”  “Okay fine, I just stay in my territory,” You shook your head, shrugging your bag back into place on your shoulder. “Okay, that’s fair, they probably don’t like each other anyway,”  “Nope, definitely don’t,” 

You both fell into a silence after, continuing your walk to the bus stop. “You don’t have to go all the way with me to the bus stop yknow-” You started but he just shook his head.  “I don’t mind, love. Really, it’s a nice day out for a walk,”  You nodded. “Okay.”

Silence fell again, and you couldn’t help but look up a little to look at him. Him with his pretty eyes and flushed cheeks. Him with his easy going smile on those nice lips. Him with the nice jawline and cheekbones that are just the right amount of sharp you just want to run your finger over it. 

By the time the both of you had made it to the bus station, you had made up your mind; You were going to ask him for his number. 

Only problem is…how do you ask a cute guy for his number?

You could feel the nerves start to set in as the minutes tick by, and more people pile around the bus stop. It was going to be here soon, and you’ll hop on, and probably never get his number and-

Okay calm down. You fiddled with your bag as the minutes passed, occasional small glances and nervous chuckles with Steven as he waited too, and it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders just to ask for a series of stupid numerals.  When you glanced back up at Steven for what had to be the millionth time so far, you noticed in the far distance that the bus was heading this way. Steven turns the other way then too, noticing you staring and he sighed softly. “Ah, there’s your bus,”  “Yup,” He looked back at you, a soft smile on his lips. He picked at his nails, a feeling of anxiety bubbling inside of him. “So…” “So…” You continued for him, and you both laughed awkwardly.  “Can I-” “Can-” You stopped, chuckling awkwardly as Steven shook his head.  “Sorry love- didn’t mean to speak over you-” “No no it’s okay! My bad,” You reassured him. “Go ahead,”  “No really-” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling. “You start,” “Steven-” You started to protest (why were you even doing that) but he set you with a firm look and you sighed. “Okay. I was…yknow…going to ask. If-” You trailed off. “Yknow…” “If…? Unfortunately love, I’m very bad at guessing games. You’ll have to specify,” You sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. You took a deep breath and right as the bus stopped at your station, you blurted quickly, “Can I have your number?!” It came out in one breath, a quick sentence and Steven’s browns furrowed. You panicked, thinking maybe you had read this wrong? What if he doesn’t want to give you his number? 

But then his face exploded in a wide smile, and his eyes lit up adorably and his cheeks filled with a soft blush. “Oh. My number!” He laughed, soft and clearly full of anxiety. “Yes- right yes, of course you can. Sorry it took a minute there-” He muttered, quickly digging through his bag and pulling out his phone. “Right then, quick quick before you miss your bus-” 

“It’s okay,” You mumbled quickly, steering him away from the growing bus line so you could plug in his number. You did it painfully slowly, double checking each number and going over the series at least 5 times. By the time you finished exaggerating and actually putting the number into your contacts, Steven was tapping his foot anxiously on the ground as he watched the last person board the bus.  “You have to hurry it’s going to close, love,” You looked up and glanced at the bus. “Oh crap-” You quickly fumbled to put your phone away and return his, but by the time you took a step towards the bus, it dinged and the door closed as it slowly started back up to drive away.  "Shit,” Steven tugged at his curls. “Oh god love, I’m really sorry- maybe if we run we could catch its next stop?” Didn’t people always say make the best out of a bad situation? The bus is gone, another won’t be coming for probably another half hour, and you were not running. 

But maybe…maybe this was a good thing? 

You shrugged, trying to sound as upset as you could possibly gather, but even to your own ears it sounded fake. “Oh no….the bus is gone. This is horrible. What do I do now?”  Steven started to say something, but then stopped, frowning a little, before his eyes widened and a smile grew across his face. “Hang on-” He stepped closer to you, his eyes glittered with humour. “You planned that, didn't you?” You gasped. “What? Me? Why would I ever want to miss my bus?”  “Hmm….” He tapped a finger to his chin, thinking loudly. He leaned down then his face barely inches away from your face. “Maybe because you wanted to spend more time with me?” He has no right being cute and nervous one second and then sexy  and all mischief the next.  Your eyes widened, you felt your skin heat and your cheeks flush pink with how close he was. His eyes looked even prettier up close, and his lips looked so kissable.  “Really?” You managed to breathe out. “You think I’m that captivated by you?” He shrugged. “Maybe.” He paused, biting his lower lip. 

Fuck. 

“Are you? Captivated by me?” He asked.  “Hmm. Let’s see…I think your nerdiness and awkward attitude and shy personality has definitely captivated me, Mr. Grant,”  His face explodes into a bright and beautiful smile. “Really? So if I asked to go on a walk right now, you’d say yes?” I hum, pretending to think it over. “I think…yes, I would absolutely say yes,” The look on his face made it seem as if he just experienced heaven. Your heart fluttered, and you knew then that you’d never ever get tired of seeing him this happy. “Brilliant. Great, alright then um..” He stood up straight again, looking around. “Let’s go?” 

You smiled, gesturing to the roads bustling with people. “Lead the way,” 

[chrisbangswifey]

Soulmates - Han Jisung x reader

‼️ TRIGGER WARNING : anxiety, panick attacks‼️

Idol Han Jisung x Non Idol reader ( bestfriends ) (fluff)

Words count : 2,1k

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"...Hannie?.."

I touched the bed where he was supposed to be sleeping, but he was not there.As I open my eyes, I saw him standing by the end of the bed taking pictures of me sleeping.He noticed that I was awake and he started laughing.

"Haaann" I whine while still half asleep.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, ahahah" he laughed.

"Who gave you permission to take photos?" I asked while raising my eyebrow.

"Sorry Y/n. You looked so cute while sleeping. I wanted to capture the moment... by the way, I am your best friend,I don't need permission to take photos of you" he said proudly.I mocked his last words, which made us both start to laugh uncontrollably.Then he jumped on the bed landing on me and hugging me tight.

"I missed you so much" he whined

"I missed you too Hannie" I said while caressing his hair.

I wasn't weird for us to sleep in the same bed and have a lot of physical touch. The connection between us was very strong. Like our souls had already met in another lifetime. Seen from the outside, our friendship could've looked like a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, but just thinking of him that way made me feel weird. He was like a big brother to me. We had a conversation in the past ,the first time somebody mistaken us for lovers, where we talked about what we really felt for each other, but we both agree that we saw each other just as friends. But that at the same time we were each others soulmate.I must've zoned out a little because Han's hand was waving in front of my face.

"Y/n...are you there?" I heard him say.

"Oh...I just got lost in my thoughts" I laughed.

At that, he hugged me tighter.

"Well...I need you to stay present. It's not common that we get to spend this much time together" he said while getting up and sitting against the wall behind the bed while tapping on the spot beside him, telling me to sit next to him.

This time, he would spend an entire month with me. It was unusual because of his job. He didn't have much time to travel, and since I lived kinda far from Korea , we couldn't see each other in person that much. But we would videocall everyday , even if our schedules were full , we would find even 5 minutes to just say goodmorning or goodnight.

"What do you want to to today?" He asked.

"I want to take you to my favorite ice cream place" I responded.

"Omg yess. I was craving something sweet" he said while smiling.

I couldn't resist his smile, so I pinched his cheeks.

"Mmm stop y/n...it hurts" he mumbled.

"You know I can't resist ahhahah" I said while laughing.

[ 2 hours later]

We got out of my house headed to the ice cream shop. When we arrived Han looked like a child at Disneyland. There were so many flavors to choose from,I couldn't blame him. It took us a while to decide, but after we did we sat down at a table facing a big window where you could see the beach.

"You really spent 20 minutes choosing a flavor and ended up choosing strawberry?" I teased hum

"I was so confused...I choosed the safest option" he said seriously.

I laughed and Han gave my a side eye

"I definitely think your right though. I also choosed a safe option" I said.

"Then why were you laughing?" He frowned.

" 'Cause you looked so serious about it ahahha" I said while laughing. Which made him start laughing too.

After we finished our ice creams, we took a walk down the seaside. He wasn't afraid to get recognised. Where I lived not many people knew what K-pop or Stray Kids were, so he felt safe not having to hide. "It was good feeling like a normal person" he told me the first time he came to my hometown. And I was happy to hear those words. I really wanted him to feel the safest possible. I never treated him any differently because of his job and his fame. He was just Han, the cute, goofy and most precious person in the entire world. He made me feel safe too. He never judge me for having anxiety and panick attacks. Because he was experiencing them too and people most of the time misunderstood him.

* flashback*

I still remember vividly the first time we met. It was my first time visiting South Korea and I was by myself. While walking through the city, I stopped at a crossroad feeling the anxiety take control of my body. People were pushing me, but I was unable to move. The caos and the loud noises of Seoul triggered an anxiety attack. Suddenly I felt a hand taking mine and helping me cross the road and taking me to a much quieter zone. I looked up wanting to thank the person who helped me and when I saw his face I immediately recognised him. But I decided not to say anything.

"Thank you" I said, while a sob left my mouth. I didn't even realise I had started to cry.

"It's okay. It had happened to me too. I recognised what was happening and I couldn't help myself. I had to take you to a safer place" he said gently while handing me a tissue.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"I'm Y/n...Nice to meet you" I responded.

"I'm...H-Han" he said hesitant. He didn't know whether he was allowed to say his name if I didn't recognise him.

I smiled at him.

"Thank you so much again" I said

"You're welcome...I was headed to a convenient store...uhm...come with me I want to make sure you're fully okay" he said taking my hand and starting to walk to the destination.Arrived at the convenient store he grabbed some instant noodles and then I turned to me.

"Take whatever you want...it's on me" he smiled.

I wasn't hungry so I grabbed a water bottle...and I didn't want to look like I was taking advantage of him, even though he didn't know yet that I knew who he was. I had been a Stay for a year, but I wasn't the kind of fan that would jump on them If they ever met them. I knew they were humans like the rest of us and needed privacy.He grabbed my wrist gently after paying and he sat down at a table inside the convenient store. And he started making his noodles.

"Are you sure you just want water?" He asked.

"Yes...I'm not really hungry after what happened...I don't really know why it happened...I thought it stopped" I said while lowering my head and playing nervously with the water label.

"Hey...it's okay. You can't predict something like that. I'm glad I could help you" he said and then he smiled at me.

I smiled back, his smile was so contagious I couldn't help it

"See you are smiling now...you are okay...everything it's okay. You're safe" he said.

After that we talked for a while until it was time for him to leave.

"Are you sure you know the way to your hotel?" He asked.

I took my phone out of my bag

"I think I got it...I have Naver map" I said while opening the app.

"Ehm...your phone case..." he said frowning

Oh shit, I had a Stray kids photo card in my phone case

"Well...uhm...I recognised you from the start but I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable...I know people can be crazy sometimes knowing who you are...I didn't want to...I don't know...I'm so sorry..." I mumbled. I felt my face turning red and tears about to start running through my face.

"Hey...hey. It's okay...I understand...don't worry about it...guess I won't have to hide from you" he responded while stroking my arm.

"Is it really okay? I understand if you are mad at me" a tear left my eye.

He wiped it and smiled

"I'm actually thankful that you didn't say anything...you could've told me though...I wasn't going to run away. You treated me with respect the whole time. And didn't take your phone out or acted crazy" he consoled me. "It really okay, I'm not mad at you" he continued.

I smiled shyly.

"Well...it's time for me to go. Uhm...can I have your number? I wanna check on you later, see if you arrived safe and sound" he said.

"Yeah sure" I smiled.

I gave him my number and then we hugged goodbye.

A couple of hours latee I got a text from a unknown number.

*unknown number* : Hi :) it's Han. Are you at the hotel? Hope you're safe. Just wanted to thank you again for treating me like a normal person.

Goodnight x.

That was the first of many texts. After that night we never stopped talking and   we became bestfriends...he became the best thing that ever happened to me.

* end of flashback *

" Y/n look. A playground! Can we go?" Han asked me with puppy eyes

"Of course my son" I mocked him

He sticked his tongue out and starter running towards the swings.Seconds later I was beside him but he pulled my shirt and asked

"Can you push me?"

"How can I say no to you?" I laughed.

We spent an hour at the playground and since it was dark already we decided to head back home.

While on the way home I felt like somebody was following us.

"Do you feel something weird?" I asked him.

"Uhm yes...I didn't want to bring it up 'Cause I didn't know If you felt it too" he said.

I looked around and saw that a group of teen girls was following us.

"There's a group of people following us...just walk faster so we can get further from them. Maybe they are not actually following us" I said nervously.

Not even the time to say that, that they starded shouting repeatedly

"Han, Han Jisung is that you? Can we have a picture?"

I felt so mad in that moment...why people don't understand the word "privacy" !?

I felt Han's hand take mine ad as soon my eyes locked with his , I knew what was happening. He was having a panick attack.

"Hannie please stay with me for a second. We are gonna run away from them.Don't worry" I said while I squeezed his trembling hand harder.

I started running while our hands were intertwined literally dragging Han behind me. I knew I had to look for a safe place. A couple of meters after I found a short cut that led to my house. We finally stopped after I made sure they were not following us anymore.

He was shaking, staring at a blank point.

"Hannie can you hear me?" I asked while taking his hands.

He nodded.

"You are okay now...you can feel my hand in yours. You are safe with me." I said calmly while putting one of his hands where his heart was.

"Concentrate on your heartbeat and on my hand squeezing yours"

He did as I said. And after a couple of minutes his breathing was back to normal.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I think so...I didn't expect to have such an intense reaction" he whispered

"Hey" I said while lifting his face so he could look at me "It's not your fault. And you're safe with me. You always are. You know?" I smiled

"Yes...thank you y/n" he smiled.

"Aaawweee...here we go. My beautiful smiley boy is back" I said while hugging him. He returned the hug giggling.

"Let's go back home" I suggested

"Can we cuddle?" He asked

"Of course Ji" I said

We returned home safely. I knew that it would take a while for us to go outside comfortably again after what happened. But I was okay with it. My bestfriend's mental health came before anything else. I wanted him to feel as save as he could possibly feel.

A hug took me back to reality.

"Thank you y/n for always making me feel safe" He whispered.

I turned around to hug him properly

"You know I would give my life for you" I said to him. Then I kissed his cheek.

"I love you so much Hannie" I whispered.

"I love you too" he responded.

[aka-indulgence]

Orb of Harmony

Yeah………. I love Zenyatta too :’) I love omnic hhjhfjgh I want to kiss them

You’re staying in the Shambali Monastery, and when you wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, you seek Zenyatta out for comfort.

(Zenyatta x F!Reader)

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It was late at night, and Zenyatta had been meditating to the warm flames in his room, when he hears footsteps enter his room. He comes out of his meditative state and turns to see you at the doorway, looking guilty, uncomfortable, and like you’re about to cry.

“(Y/n),” he speaks softly, “what troubles y-”

You closed the distance to him and throw your arms around him. You were shaking. Zenyatta was perhaps a little surprised, but he slowly floats back down to earth, unfolding his legs and tenderly wraps his arms around you.

You don’t say anything for a good minute, and Zenyatta is happy to provide you a comforting silence. It’s periodically filled with the sounds of your squeaky, dry sobs and whines similar to a hurt animal. He soothes you by rubbing your back in big long strokes. It’s enough to stop your shaking.

“I-I’m sorry,” you wibbled, “had a nightmare.”

Ah. Is that what it was? Zenyatta thought. It was a relief that your pain wasn’t caused by something that could physically hurt you, though the monk is well aware of emotional pains.

“I didn’t want to be alone, and I didn’t know where to go, and I thought of you, s-so…”

“Shh, human. It’s alright. I’m happy to help a friend in distress,” he avowed, supporting you under your arms and shuffling back into his bed, a raised platform with a relatively thin mattress on top. He sits, letting you settle on his lap.

“May I ask what happened? If you are uncomfortable about it, that is fine too.”

You sighed, frowning and rubbing your temples. “Ugh… I’m not too uncomfortable talking about it but… it feels stupid to talk about,”

“A nightmare is not stupid. Oftentimes it is a sign of the turbulence within,” Zenyatta asserts. You don’t look so reassured.

“I don’t know. It felt like a child’s nightmare. But it also made me feel really alone and unsafe, you know?” You try to explain. “... It was a ghost in my room,”

Zenyatta pauses for half a second.

Then he starts chortling.

“H-hey! I thought you said nightmares weren’t stupid! Everyone in my dream abandoned me because I was haunted, that’s not fun is it?”

“Ahahah! I apologize human, I am not laughing to belittle your fears. I am laughing because it reminded me of one of my nightmares the first time I arrived here,” Zenyatta explains himself, “There was a spirit only I could see. Neither my brother nor Mondatta acknowledged it.”

“O… oh,”

“Looking back, I think it came about from a fear of being in a new place, and losing the supports I’ve found,” Zenyatta said thoughtfully.

“That makes sense. M-maybe I was feeling that way too,”

“Indeed. So no, I still do not think your nightmare is stupid,” Zenyatta reaffirms, “even if there is a version of myself in your dream where I am mean to you. That is ridiculous, because I cannot imagine a day where I would be cruel to you. That would be an imposter,”

Ah. The sound of your giggling. He could feel his soul sing at the sound of it.

You tap on his shoulders playfully. “Thanks Zenyatta,”

“Of course, my dear.”

He was happy to help, and he was delighted that you seemed to be more comfortable now. You didn’t seem eager to leave, however. An awkward look on your face and your fingers finding his robe to fiddle with. You took a breath to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, you hug the omnic closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Zenyatta-”

“If you want to stay here, I am happy with that. You are always welcome in my abode.”

He could feel you smiling in his shoulder. Though you were comforted enough, he could tell you weren’t yet ready to return to your room alone. He lays down on his bed, shifting you to a more comfortable position in between him and the wall. With one arm under his neck and the other around his upper arm, you nuzzled into his chest and settled, instinctively putting a leg in between his. Zenyatta knew how to be humble, but in that moment he felt proud to be able to make you feel so safe.

He picks up an orb and waves his hands, placing it above your head.

Its effects was quickly noticed, as you picked your head up and startle at the sight of the glowing, golden ball.

“A harmony orb to soothe you,”

You smiled at him, sleepily saying “Thank you, Zenyatta. Goodnight,”

“May you be embraced by peaceful slumbers, my dear.”

[yenich]

Hey sorry to bother but I always wonder? What does Sulley and Mike in human version think of boo? Again, Im so curious to know cause your art is so beautiful. I can't help myself cause I LOVE both movie so much! T_T

Hi!! Thanks for your question and compliments 🥺🙏💖 I appreciate your interest in what I do

I had some thoughts about Boo because she plays a big role in Sulley life c:

ATTENTION!!! huge amount of words.

Firstly, I thought that if I swapped monsters to humans, maybe I can swap Boo kinda the same way? I had an idea of making her a little racoon, whom Sulley would find somewhere near trash cans.

Sulley would find her cute and start feeding her secretly, and at one (probably cold day) he would bring Boo at their place, which make Mike really mad (it's a wild animal! it's dirty and dangerous!!!)

But after some time Mike would get used to Boo and they start living happily ahah x)

The second idea, honestly, I like more (though Boo as a lil racoon is also cute)

I like Sulley×Mike so sry if you have different views ahah😶

I thought that after some years of successful career and living together (as a, probably, married couple😪) they would start having feelings of adopting a child (Sulley was the first one)

It's a serious decision, so I think that Mike's word in this kind of things weighs more (Sulley is more "windy-minded" x))

I even had a scene in my head about how Mike changedhis mind, where a group of children came to the theater where they work for an excursion and Mike was in charge to show them everything and, somehow, inspire the new generation of future actors.

So, after spending a day with children and bonding with one of them, I think, he would finally feel like having their own with Sulley 🤨

Yeah, so in this version, Sulley and Mike adopted Boo (probably Boo is her nickname ahahah)

Anyways, those are my views about Boo in my human AU

Thank you for reading and asking 🙏💖

[airenyah]

Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜

i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3

YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!

you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room

beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333

and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((

it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:

and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂

and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well

you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!

i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)

aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha

i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed

and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!

and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...

anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd

and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!

(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)

[landwriter]

currents 🌊

Tagged by @carnelianmeluha and @sleepsonfutons!

Current time: 9:29 PM

Current mood: bleary, pleased, vaguely optimistic

Current activity: am more soup* than person today so literally just been existing. (*and NOT a vichyssoise let me tell ya)

Currently thinking about: lesbians, beds, lesbian beds; the level of skill it takes to get a sinus headache in the middle of summer; having a late dinner through the sheer power of thinking about it very hard; cancelling enrollment in two summer classes that start tomorrow to work on Other Projects instead; needing to buy aerial straps still, do my biz bookkeeping, and put the blueberries and peonies in the ground; half-formed travel plans and road trips; baby shower gifts; maybe doing a shoot tomorrow morning &c. or: the usual dull roar of adhd <3<3<3

Current favourite character: hob gadling ofc

Current favourite song: v fave song agnostic but Lucius' Million Dollar Secret has been rotating in my head for months. could also do Blue Swede's Hooked on a Feeling at karaoke from memory rn

Currently reading: haven't started/bought it yet but need to read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo for my book club with the girlies in (checks notes) less than 48 hours. will be hella currently reading that tomorrow probably haha oh god it's 400 pages ope

Currently watching: sorry for sounding insufferable but ~the night falling outside~ i'm sorry, i don't super do shows ahahah. need to watch bound (1996) though!! maybe as a treat if i make it thru this week

Current wips: secret big project, even more secret (non-fandom!) project, oaths coda once those two are done, then in no particular order: retired!dream thing about betraying bodies and queer sex, the 70s san francisco au aka lighthouses, the accidental actual lighthouse au ft gothic romance and monsterfucking, 80s noir thriller Just Like Love sequel

tagging, with no pressure at all: @moorishflower @fishfingersandscarves @softest-punk @broomsticks @historyandqueershenanigans & anyone who wants to give us a status update

[tickle-page]

Day 22- Skeleton

Mikey, Donnie, Leo, and Raph

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Donnie and Leo, Raph’s just watching😌

Summary: Mikey decided to dress up as a skeleton for Halloween as soon as he woke up. He couldn’t wait for tonight so he wanted to do it, not realizing Donnie and Leo would want to tickle him.

A/N: This takes place when Mikey is 13, Donnie and Leo is 14, and Raph is 15. Mikey is just too damn cute, I have to give him some tickles. I’m not really good at making jokes like Leo, but I’ll try to capture his humor😭.

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“Hey guys, how do I look~” Mikey posed like he was flexing his muscles in his skeleton costume. He had a full back suit w/ white stripes indicating bones.

Donnie and Leo was currently making Raph look like a clown for his costume. Donnie working w/ the costume while Leo was working w/ the makeup. The three ninja turtles all looked up stopping what they were doing, gasping and awing at their cute little brother. “OMIGOSH!! You look so cute, Mikey!!” Donnie and Leo both rushed over to him, hugging him and complementing him on how adorable those bones looked on his tiny body. Though it was totally out of Donnie’s character to do that, but he couldn’t help it, Mikey did look cute standing there.

Leo was pinching his cheeks, while Donnie was grabbing the fabric on his suit saying something like “What is this made of?” The orange ninja turtle couldn’t control his giggles, making them audible to his two older brother’s hearing. Even Raph.

“You tryna look big and bad when ur this ticklish?” The second oldest brother teased, making his little brother avoid eye contact giggling again, but instead of ticklish giggles, they were nervous ones.

“DHohohon’t even Leo, ur the most ticklish turtle, if I ever seen one.” Mikey giggled pushing away their hands which hasn’t even started moving, yet.

“Ok? What if I am~? We need to tickle you to find out, right?” Leo smirked eyeing his younger twin brother. Like twin telepathy, the third oldest one knew what his older brother was saying and pounced on the youngest one, supporting the back of his neck so he won’t have a severe head injury, or smthing.

“Be careful now, guys. We don’t want Mikey not being able to go trick or treating bc he got tired from the torture u boys put him through.” Raph laughed.

Donnie used his arms that extended from his shell and pinned Mikey’s arms above his head. “Whahahahait, guys. We cahahan talk about this rihihihigt?”

“Nope.” Leo quickly said, tickling his sides. Squeezing them, and scratching them. Scribbling up to his bottom ribs and back down to his waist line. “Hey, Donnie, why are skeletons so calm?”

The scientist knew his older brother would make some type of skeleton joke, “Idk Leo, why?”

“Because nothing gets under their skin. Hahahah!!” Leo tickled the sides of his stomach. At this point Mikey doesn’t know whether to laugh at the joke or the tickling. He’s kinda doing a little bit of both, though, Donnie was not phased.

“Ohihohohokay, okay. I got another one for u, Donnie. This one will sure to make you laugh. What does a skeleton buy at a resteraunt??”

“Ugh, I don’t know Nardo.” Donnie sighed, rolling his eyes at his brother’s useless puns, but they seem to be effective for Mikey.

“Gaghahahahaha, Leo! Plheheheheegease!!” The orange ninja turtle withered in place.

“Spare ribs!!” Leo clawed at Mikey’s ribcage, vibrating a finger in the digits playing the counting game, as he knelt down and nibbled on his ribs. “Mmmm~ these taste so good, got any bbq, Donatello?”

“Pfft- shut up.” Donnie snickered, but Leo wanted him to laugh at a joke, not snicker.

“Ok ok, fine, one more. If this doesn’t make u laugh, then the only thing that will, is being tickled. Why didn’t the skeleton laughed at the joke, Mikey?” Leo stopped his tickling so his youngest brother could answer.

“Ahahah… Ihihi, don’t know. Why?”

“Because he didn’t have a funny bone.” Leonardo tickled his elbows, making the latter scream and bounce. “Donnie? I think we just found Mikey’s new worst tickle spot.” Leonardo grinned, exploiting the new area.

“NOHOHOHOT THERE!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!!!”

Donnie laughed at his reaction, joining his twin brother. Let’s just say, the disaster twins only stopped because his younger brother was pleading for his life.

[prue84]

White sheets, Space Threesome version

Fandom: Star Trek (reboot) Timeline: AOS (2.0) Series: White sheets

The Power Trio of the U.S.S. Enterprise in bed.

Post-Into Darkness, both Spock and Nyota find themselves torn about their feelings toward Jim, feelings awakened by James's tragic brush with death. Feelings growing as days pass, and closeness with a weak James facing rehabilitation. Each of them face their conflicting feelings on their own, until Nyota decides it's time to talk to Spock. It's a shock for her to discover that he too is feeling pulled in two opposite directions, the one who leads to Nyota (the woman he loves) and the one who leads to James (a man for whom he's harboring many different emotions). Neither wish to break their relationship, neither feel they'll be able to stop the growing love for James Kirk. Eventually they find a solution to the conundrum: include James in their romantic life. If James agrees, that's all.

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Based on a prompt at @ksspringfever by Anonymous:

KSX! That means Kirk/Spock/someone else. Give me some polyam fics! Personally, I'm partial to Kirk/Spock/McCoy and AOS Kirk/Spock/Uhura, but you can make anyone the third, even an OC. All that I ask is that you make sure it is a polyamorous relationship - don't break them up to pair them up, I want all three (or more?) to be together, no one sidelined.

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Yes, they are in a very balanced polyamorous relationship and they are very happy about it.

This manip had been planned back in 2015 (or even before). All necessary pics were collected back then. Skip to 2023. One of the people I follow in Tumblr reblogs a post from @ksspringfever. The curiosity killed the cat and I took a look at the prompts. I happen into one asking for a Spirkxothers, with a preference for either McSpirk or Spihura. Bam. I love the threesome so much that I jumped on the idea... completely missing that the person asked for a fic. ahahah. But at least, not without hurdles, I sat down and made a manip - the first in months. Which makes the effort worthy. A kind admin reached out to reassure me I could post it anyway, so here I am.

I have other pics that, in an alternate timeline in which I am productive, would be turned into Space Threesome. There might be a chance for another from the same tv show, same setting (a bed) but different shooting set - possibly different season. But the one I irk to do the most, and I hope to make, will be an explicit bisexual threesome with pegging. Don't hold your breath though.

Name from a series featuring all the four flavours of Spirk (TOS, TOS Mirror, AOS and AOS Mirror) that was started in 2015. One is finished and ugly, one needs some retouches so at least two could see some light in the future.

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Tec stuffs (aka Behind The Manip) Most of the time expensive part of manipping had been already take care of in 2015, I already had a couple of pic per actor ready to select from. Not to say the manip was easier. The original pic featured a big copyright logo that had to be removed by painstaking and precise use of cloning brush. Then it was the selection of the best faces and the irking action of actually fitting the faces. Zoe and Pine were easy, all things considered (the woman's hair had to be fixed, the man's face partially covered, shadows fixed). But then comes Zachary Fucking Quinto, the guy with the most brushy and biggest brows this side of Hollywood. The original actor held his head in a very unique position, and fit Zachary wasn't easy, especially on the neck. But then... Spock-ize Zachary *insert crying emoji here*. The worst were the hair. I'm still not happy, but I tried the best I could. I'm still torn on this manip. One on side I like it, on another I'm not convinced of it. But I know it's all fault of the original pic, which had bad light.

Credits

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Crossposted Livejournal: prue84.livejournal.com/96763.html Dreamwidth: prue84.dreamwidth.org/88222.html Deviantart: deviantart.com/prue84/art/White-sheets-AOS-OT3-955321116 AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/45574972

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Number 43 with Lee! Punz and Ler of choice? 😁

(Indulge yourself Kasey, go wild <3)

Side note I’m changing the wording slightly I hope that’s okay!

Seeing as he couldn’t manage to convince the older boy to come to his house Sapnap decided screw it and went to Punz’s instead. The two had been casually hanging out when Sapnap began to grow restless so they had begun sharing childhood memories along with more recent ones such as their trip sometime last year to North Carolina. A specific memory was brought up though, a memory of Punz trying to tickle sapnap out of his seat for having stolen it! That memory being brought up also reminded sapnap he had never tried to get Punz back, Sapnap or anyone for that matter has never really had a chance to tickle Punz. He either is always off to the side remaining uninvolved with it all or he’s the ler and he’s so good at it and slightly ruthless that anyone hardly ever dare to try to get him back for fear of an immediate round two. Today though Sapnap threw caution to the wind ready to deal with the consequences later on in the day!

He quickly tackled Punz to the couch who let out a noise of surprise

“GAH! You idiot what are you doing?!”

Sapnap smirks

“Finally getting revenge for that little on stream tickle fest you had against me in North Carolina”

Punz’s eyes widen momentarily before he steels his expression rolling his eyes tiredly

“Yea well good luck have you ever seen anyone successfully get revenge on me?”

Sapnap pauses slightly, taking a small gulp before speaking

“Well no but that doesn’t matter because today I’ll be successful!”

Punz rolls his eyes again about to make another witty remark and attempt to shove sapnap off and flip their positions but suddenly he feels an intense tingling sensation on his ribs and stomach and he squeaks bursting into laughter

“EEK NAHAHAHA AHAHAH SHAHAPPPNAHHAHAPPP!”

Sapnaps eyes widen in shock before narrowing satisfactorily

“Oh~ so the great big bad Punz is ticklish after all? How’d you manage to keep this secret?”

Punz shrugs through his laughter he truly hasn’t been tickled in years apart from maybe a poke or two from his dad or his siblings when he visited home or maybe his mom giving the back of his neck a quick tickle when he was home just to see him scrunch up a little so he truly had forgotten he was even really ticklish at all let alone this bad

“IHIHI FOHORRGOHOHOTT!”

Sapnap tilts his head softly and slows down to simply tapping at his stomach and ribs

“Forgot what? That you’re ticklish? How could you forget when you’re *this* ticklish?”

Punz gratefully takes in air as he shrugs again

“Iihihi dohohnnttt knhohow I uh I guhuehess ihits just been soho long sihinncchehe I’ve rheheaallyy been tihicckleheddd that I just forgot ihi mehehahnnn I usually always tickle everyone eehehllllshehehe anyways ahhannddd ahhamm so tough no Ohoho ehehe ehevveherrr rhehehahahllyy attthehhempptsss revenge..”

Sapnap nods

“Okay I guess that makes sense, so this means you don’t know any of your worst spots or anything?”

Punz nods

“I knohohowww absolutely nothing”

Sapnap nods again stopping the tapping

“So what do you say we find them all?”

Punz’s eyes widen and he shakes his head his steely stubborness gone replaced with a blushing face as he stutters some

“Uh I… well I don’t know about all of them right now or anything… in fact what we did just now… is enough for me.. for now but um… I’m uh you could say open to uh maybe sometimes letting you get your revenge… just not a lot at once or anything okay? And please don’t tell anyone…”

Sapnap smiles happily and brightly nodding excitedly

“Awesome, don’t worry I won’t be my usual self and say I will and not really do it and all that I can tell this is something serious and all so I’ll treat it that way and everything, but the second your comfortable with others knowing I’m telling everyone!”

Punz rolls his eyes lightly smiling

“Yea yea yea whatever… um thanks… though seriously… it uh means a lot”

Sapnap nods “of course dude”

Punz nods

“Okay enough sappy crap now, you wanna watch hunter hunter?”

Sapnap practically leaps off top of Punz excitedly sitting up beside the older boy

“Yea! You hungry? I can order us something to eat while we watch it”

Punz sits up nodding

“Yea food sounds good just get whatever”

Sapnap nods

“You got it”

Well safe to say both guys are very excited to possibly explore more of this discovery in the future

[strooples]

Just some rambles:

So basically, I finished the entire first season. I don’t have much to add accept that I like dissecting the first season the most.

For the manga, I’m on the part Daichi starts to appear but my ADHD brain can’t handle much at once so I took a break on it to focus on the anime. It’s been neat though, and it honestly reminds me of PokeSpe’s beginnings a bit!!

I found a thread discussing Beyblade Rising though, and am absolutely FASCINATED by the events — new things, critiques both good and bad, our old characters re-appearing. On the thread, they linked Takao Aoki’s official website with the promotional art… I can’t stress enough how much I love love love seeing cute art of the characters in the manga style!!! Aaaaaa

(( Let me just insert more fangirling over the cute promotional art of our characters! ))

For G-Rev, some parts are super super blurry in my mind (or I flat-out dunno what happens) bc I referenced a lot of what other Bakuten Shoot fans mentioned of events that caught my interest + watched episodes according to events and battles I like. So I have the basic outlines: Stuff like the tag-team style tournaments, BEGA with antagonists like Brooklyn, Garland, Ming Ming etc., how our main team split up, Hiro’s appearance, nerfed characters (the White Tigers, Tala etc.), big battles (mainly ones where Kai or Tyson are involved), and so on.

I look forward to watching G-Rev thoroughly in chronological order though, but getting through V-Force has been tough.

Which brings me to V-Force!!

I think a lot of criticism on it is a bit exaggerated, as it can be enjoyable too. But I can understand how story-wise, it’s seen as the weakest of all 3 seasons. It’s not bad to me, per say. It’s just super super slow where I’m at. I’m struggling to get myself motivated enough to get through it. Which I don’t fully blame, as the anime writers had to come up with filler or decrease the pace of things so the manga could catch up. It just feels like plot progression is much much slower than the 1st season.

Also watching Hilary/Hiromi and Tyson/Takao bicker feels like hell :/. It’s super repetitive ahahah. Also IDK if it’s just the dub being wonky, but Tyson’s personality isn’t pleasant for the most part (the whole issue with the “world champion” fame getting to his head). But IK the English dub made Tyson super arrogant versus sub Takao who has moments of humility and kindness, so again, it could just be a dub issue.

I admittedly wasn’t a huge huge fan of Hilary’s introduction, and she doesn’t add a lot to the story. She seemed in comparison pretty chill though in G-Rev! Maybe a character that mellows out later on?

G-Rev has my favorite art style of the 3 seasons, and fits the series in the best IMO. But I dissent with the common opinion here on the V-Force art style bc I think the characters look really cute! I do agree though that they were drawn to look too young.

Also the dub changes/censorship in this season sucks. I’ve heard from sub watchers on key lines we miss out on and saw on YouTube funny scenes they cut. The 1st season’s dub could be hilarious and goofy (err, hilariously goofy) but the V-Force dub cuts out so many funny scenes.

On key lines, there’s moments like when Kai gets out of the butler’s car driving him to his dorm. In the sub, they briefly mention his father (which is a curious question since it’s a wonder what the anime version of Susumu is like??). And the butler guy basically goes ‘You shouldn’t be so cold to your dad. You barely said anything to him’ — which indicates Kai’s relationship to his dad is rocky in the anime too. But in the dub they change it to the butler asking him about his Dranzer blade not being in the luggage. And ofc, the change in event when Wyatt goes mad instead of the kids who Team Psychic are involved with dying, and Kai living with the guilt of his friend’s death.

But I do find some of the attempts to censor kinda hilarious. Like in Episode 15, where they send out Jerry (IDK the sub name???) to test out the cyber bit beast. Now basically it explodes and the kids die, so the Team Psychic lackies in black suits rush out, grab the kid, and drive away. It’s obvious Jerry dies but the dub adds the lines “Are you okay kid?” “I think so” as they carry him limply. The censorship cover up there was so bad it was a bit funny.

Also, obligatory Max appreciation from the episode I’m on! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Just because he’s so adorable! And bc I’ve been thinking how he’s super under-appreciated compared to Takao, Kai, and Rei T~T. He’s got to be my favorite after Kai ngl.

That is all.