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[kim-ruzek]

you're completely allowed to ignore this if you're busy or just don't have the energy to respond but

I've been rereading one of your recent CPD fandom rants every day since you posted it because it resonates with me a lot. I just wanted to say thank you for putting all of my thoughts and feelings into words in a coherent way because there's no way I would have been able to do it. And it's nice to know that there are more than just my immediate circle of friends that feel that way. 💜

Oh my god, this was just the NICEST most LOVELIEST thing to get in my inbox, thank you so so much!!! Literally has made my WEEK, which has not been a particular amazing week either so that's even more brilliant. ♥️

I am so glad that you liked it and also that you liked how I put it because I always have doubts about the coherency of my posts, especially my rants, and ugh it is just so nice to know that. And making sure others know more people feel this way is always one of my aims with my posts, because I know it's always so affirming to know others outside my inner circle feel the same too, so I'm glad that I could do that for you.

I appreciate you sending me this - literally as soon as I saw this ask, I immediately gushed to my sister about how lovely it is, so I truly do appreciate it. These are the moments which keep me active in this fandom, tbh, getting to know that there are people who appreciate my posts and seriously it is so sweet of you to let me know that you've reread it so much!

Thank you for asking, and thank you so much for making my week! <3

[buzzcutlip]

hiiii! can I get a request for lip with a shy!reader where they like know each other from school but it’s like later seasons lip like working at the shop or the construction job and she starts to develop a crush on him but he doesn’t think he’s good enough for her so he distances himself and dates other girls and she has to watch from the sidelines until a guy asks her out so she goes for it and lip gets jealous and realizes his feelings. i’m in an angsty pining jealousy mood but with a happy ending still if that makes sense! but honestly feel free to run with it if it’s something you’re interested in writing bc I love your writing! 💗💗

Hi anon! I love this prompt, thank you very much for sending it my way! <3

This is a very first time I'm writing something with our dear boy Lip Gallagher, and I hope I'm not messing it all up.

Lip Gallagher/Fem!Reader Mature 1561 words

You admired Lip Gallagher. He was smart, intelligent, witty, and—alive. Despite the , he made it to college. You didn’t know the details but heard people talking about those nasty Gallaghers. You saw him take his little brother, Liam, to classes, to your study group. The little boy living temporarily in a dormitory made you sick with worry, but it was obvious that Lip took great care of him. You mostly felt for Lip—that he, as young as he was, had to take on his parents' responsibilities. And still, he did so great at school and had two jobs on top of it. He went home for weekends to help around the house. But that life sucked him back in, never giving him a solid chance, as much as Lip fought for it. He left the school, left the crime scene behind, and left an empty space in your chest. You never told him how you felt. Never wanted to, anyway.

Occasionally, you still meet each other at parties he gets invited to—or invites himself to—and you chat easily, sharing a drink or two. You’re happy to see him, to hear about his crazy jobs. Sometimes he brings a girl along and you smile politely at her, shake her hand. The whole school knew about Amanda and Mrs. Robinson. Besides wanting to protect yourself, you don’t believe Lip could ever want more than friendship from you, which makes interacting with him easier. ‘Cause you’re not trying for anything with him. He’s just a good bad boy. Who cares if you’ve had a crush on him since day one?

So what you expect from Lip when you introduce him to your date, Jacob, at one of these lame parties is that he shakes his hand and says hi politely. Which doesn’t happen; he just grumbles something and leaves for the kitchen. You roll your eyes and tell Jacob not to mind. Inside, you’re a bit embarrassed and disappointed. Why? You’re not sure. Maybe because Jacob’s a bit boring and you still keep seeing him. Letting him kiss you and put his fingers in your pussy and never do anything back. Because he doesn’t attract you. “But he’s nice,” your friends say. You say, for Christ’s sake! He is nice but oh so boring. You don’t feel anything, but you don’t want to be alone anymore. And most importantly, you don’t want to think about Lip when you masturbate, when Jacob fingers you, when boys half-heartedly fucked you in the past.

But as much as you want to forget Lip, you see him again. It’s a bar this time. Filled to the brim with a Friday crowd.

“Hey,” someone says behind you, laying a hand on your shoulder, and you know it’s him before you turn around. You smile at him, sucking on a colorful paper straw.

“You still drink that? Rum and Coke?”

“Yeah,” you laugh shortly, looking at the dark brown drink in your hands. “Spiced rum!” you clarify.

Lip leans closer to you, the sudden proximity doing things to you, as always, and you have to bite your bottom lip.

“Is your boyfriend here?” he asks casually, but you noticed him scanning the crowd just a few seconds ago.

“Yeah… Jacob’s here—but he’s not my boyfriend. We’ve been just—seeing each other for a bit.” You don’t want to talk about Jacob with Lip and it’s clear in the way you talk. You’re more focused on your elbows touching on the bartop.

Lip just laughs shortly, doesn’t say anything. It irks you. You frown. “What?”

“Nothing,” Lip shrugs, drumming his fingers on the wooden desk stained with beer and sweet, sticky liquor. He’s lost some of the baby fat in his face. You notice the sharpness of his cheekbones. He tilts his face downward as he blinks at you.

“You never had a boyfriend at school.” He probably wants to say "When I was at school" but that doesn’t interest you that much now.

“So what?” You grow even more irritated by his questions. Why does he care? You never discussed boyfriends, or his girlfriends, for that matter.

You turn your head away, grimacing, but Lip, on the other side, seems entertained. Intrigued.

“Nothing,” he says, smirking stupidly, and doesn’t stop looking at you. “You’re pretty when you pout.”

Your whole face flushes in an instant. Lip never talked like this to you. Never flirted. Of course, at the beginning, you had been disappointed, but you quickly decided that mutual respect for friendship is much better. Safer.

Unsure of what you’re going to say, you tilt your face back to him, but when you look at Lip, he’s not smirking anymore. He reaches for you, hand catching your burning face, his thumb sweeping over your cheek.

It takes you a moment to bat his hand away. “What’re you doing?” you ask, horrified. And shocked. Flustered with your shyness.

Lip shakes his head. “I don��t know,” he mumbles while you’re looking around, all wild, to check for Jacob.

This time it’s Lip who frowns. “You said he was not your boyfriend.”

“Are you, like, jealous or something?” you say only to say SOMETHING, head shaking in disbelief. The silence that follows almost shocks you. You never thought about what you would do if Lip felt the same about you. Never dared to think about that scenario.

Scared to find out what you’ll find out, you peer at him. His face is serious, jaw tense.

“Oh my god, you—you’re jealous,” you whisper, hand going to your mouth to cover it. Your expression must be hilarious—eyes wide, mouth open in disbelief. Lip starts fidgeting with the paper coaster on the bar, eyes flicking all over the room.

Angry tears begin to cloud your vision. “You have no right to be jealous now,” you seethe. “Have you only noticed me now? When I’m seeing someone?” The hurt is unmistakable in your voice. You ball your hands into fists, blinking against the tears welling in your eyes. When Lip doesn’t say anything, you turn on your heel. If you don’t get some fresh air now, you’re going to suffocate.

Once outside, you find a quieter spot away from the smoking people, propping against a wooden table. When you look up you wish you could see stars in the night sky. But the light pollution’s making it impossible. Sighing, you wrap your arms around yourself to protect yourself from the chill. You’re glad that Jacob knows people here too, otherwise you would probably feel bad for leaving him.

Before you get a chance to really sort your feelings, you see Lip approaching you in your peripheral vision.

You sigh, defeated, making a point of not looking at him as he stops a mere foot from you. You’re terrible at confrontations.

“You mad?” Lip asks, and you can feel him studying your face. There’s a cigarette burning between his fingers.

You shake your head. No.

Next, Lip shrugs off his hoodie, cigarette held between his pouting lips, and drapes the garment, warmed by his own body heat, over your shoulders. “Here.”

Suddenly, you’re enveloped in Lip Gallagher. In the smell of tobacco, laundry detergent, and boy. You close your eyes tight against the feeling that’s surfacing from within you. It’s spreading like wildfire, and when Lip steps in front of you, reaching to move the zipper up, up, up, the heat reaches your face, pinks up your cheeks.

Lip leans into you, putting both your bodies into contact, thighs to chests. He slides one of his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, right where your hand’s hiding too, and twines your fingers together. Then he rubs his cheek against your own, as you meet in the middle, and your heart stops. You didn’t know Lip would be like this. That brash, cocky Lip Gallagher with a womanizer reputation treating you with such tenderness.

But you don’t want to end up as a notch on his bedpost.

“I don’t think I’m your type,” you say simply, looking at the ground, hoping that’s enough for him to let it go. To let you go. Even though deep down, it’s the last thing you wish for. You don’t want Lip to let you go. You want him to do the exact opposite.

Lip scoffs, closer to your ear than you expected, making you jump. “And what’s my type?”

“I mean—” you swallow hard, finding the courage to say the next words, as nonchalantly as possible, “I’m from a functional family. I don’t use drugs, I don’t deal drugs. I’m pretty sure I don’t have any personality disorders,” you list.

“Wow, so you’ve done research on me, huh?” Lip asks drily but he doesn’t move, stays close to you.

You decide to come out with the truth. “You know, I had a crush on you at school, and I think I was not as subtle as I thought I was. I mean, most of my friends knew about it.”

Licking his lips, he says,“I always thought you were cute. I was just—”

You're not letting him off that easy. “Busy fucking through the entire school?”

“I didn’t think it was a good idea to make a move.”

“Why do you think it’s a good idea now?”

“Because I can’t stay away from you anymore.”

[catras-breakup-song]

how do you feel about the whole "you always wanted more" line that got cut? at first i was wondering why they did that because adora didn't want more until it made me think "huh, what if prime was just running on catra's memories and didn't actually know adora?" but i'm curious as to what you think

OH MY GOD I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS. i am such a sucker for the cut STC script. back in late 2020 & early 2021 i had a twitter layout based on “that little spot on the roof that only they knew about” because S3 is my favorite:

even better, i have another old twitter fancam saved from around that time too that used that screenshot of the script in the beginning. it was by the username yoosene but is now long gone, so i reuploaded it to imgur here (the hands part, i’m going insane…)!

anyway, as for interpretations, it was absolutely to manipulate & guilt-trip adora. i recently saw someone say (i don’t remember where though, sorry) that he was torturing both of them by setting up that nasty fight against both of their wills and had planned to kill catra all along — despite saying he wouldn’t right after she rescued glimmer and was imprisoned for it, in my opinion there was an unspoken “yet” even though he did technically say that word but you know what i mean; “you will be of use to me, and then everyone from your blighted planet, including yourself, will be destroyed.”

that’s the thing about what the show was trying to convey through her stay on prime’s ship via glimmer’s desperate pleas, isn’t it? her illusion of power was only ever temporary. once she no longer had anything of value to serve, what would she be worth? how could she have genuinely believed that he wanted to save her, of all living beings, from the curse of humanity & will of consciousness? what makes one individual different to an omnipotent god compared to countless others across the universe throughout space and time? i truly believe that he was subtly mocking her when he talked of her being “exalted, raised up above the other wretched creatures of [her] home world.”

i was actually trying to find another five by five takes quote about this, because mentioning them is always an obligation for me, but surprisingly i didn't really find anything about how catra had worked her way up to prime's recognized single subordinate (only that moment of reflection afterward, which is just this entire short video), and was under the false impression with a cocky & confident attitude that her position meant something for her safety & survival; i'm mostly referring to this moment:

the horde's the horde...even in space. as long as i'm of value to horde prime, i've got a place in this world. i can work my way up here, just like i did before.

actually y’know what… i’m going to tag @horde-princess because this is starting to dive into religious meta which is like… her whole gimmick thingy. we would be blessed (pun intended) to see your take on this writing that never made it to the show, if you haven’t given it already!

now this is veering too far off from the original point after getting sidetracked. the tone of those quotes in the alternate script is (fake) pity, and horde prime was entertained by the struggles of mere mortals. to make adora a failure of what she represented would surely force her to give up she-ra to him, because what would even be the point anymore of living up to expectations if she couldn’t save catra first & foremost (that’s something that she struggled with since initially leaving the horde over three years ago due to how catra made her feel about supposedly breaking their childhood promise… but it’s a story for another post)?

i don’t doubt that your thought process is at least partially right too though, anon. prime didn’t read adora’s mind thoroughly at any point, so it’s entirely possible that he just read off catra’s intense feelings of abandonment & betrayal. that being said, if he really did see all as he claimed, maybe he was able to recreate an objectively accurate collection of events and knows what really happened and what the intentions behind certain actions were. i also wonder if catra secretly knew deep down that adora’s defection wasn’t directly about her but just couldn’t admit it until she had time to deeply reflect on it during “corridors.”

i’ll leave this messy, unorganized post with an amazingly relevant gif set made by an editor whose work on here i really enjoy:

as i said a long time ago, you just had to be there on november 19th 2020 when that excerpt was released because the hype was crazy!

[themoodyestj]

"it was trauma mixed with a bit of resentment over the crew "ruining" what would be a super fun project for him, but the thing is, it could also be my wishful thinking. As the logical person I consider myself to be, I need to take his word for what it is and say he was, bare minimum, crass. And a bit of a fool to get publicly involved in sindicate things that didnt involve him."

"As the logical person I consider myself to be, I need to take his word for what it is"

then why the hell don't you take his word for what it is when he says he loves his wife, when he says she's perfect for him, when he says tha she is his home to come back to? why the hell don't you take his word when he says he loves Misha over and over again, when he says Misha is a great person, when he says Misha is on the list of people he would call if he had a problem?

Does his word only counts when he says something nasty that you can critizice him for?

*Sigh* Ok, Anon, level with me please. Sit down, grab a cup of coffee. Dont you think we do this dance way too many times? I'll write something I think, you come and say I'm wrong (sometimes nicely, sometimes not), I justify my POV, and then it's rinse and repeat. Is it for the sake of shaking me or attacking me? It won't work. Im a gal with very strong opinions and I'm unapollogetically myself. But hey, if it is for the sake of your insecurity... Fine, lets do this. But I said it already and i repeat: you guys fight more for Jensen's marriage than Jensen himself. But answering your question. "Does his word only counts when he says something nasty that you can critizice him for?" No. I would leave it alone and agree with you if i saw a very important thing: consistency. Jensen says a lot of other things that hint that his relationship with Misha is strained at best, and that his marriage is on the rocks. Note that I'm being very nice here, and choosing very mellow words. It is abundantly clear that, despite what Jensen says to save face, he's extremely uncomfortable with either of them. And sometimes he says *screw it* and just says what he feels. He mocks Misha in any way he can. He mocked his acting, mocked him for wanting to work in TW, he talks about him in cons to JDM and JP in a not positive way... Need I say more? When it comes to his wife, well, I mentioned it many times before. He calls her scary spice, says their marriage works better when they are apart, implies that fights at home are a constant. He doesnt even know where his wife applies perfume. Does it sound like a loving couple that spends a lot of time together? Only in your head, Anon. But now, can I ask you something? And I'd really like to have an answer, so I can understand. Forget everything I said and all the reasons why you may not like me. Why is it so important that Jensen's marriage works and that he's friends with Misha that you come here to try and set me straight? What do you gain with that? I'd really love to understand that misguided passion that you seem to share with other AAs. Because, unless youre Danneel or Misha, I don't see any gain at all. And honestly, unless you are one of them, your guess is just as good as mine. So what makes you think your guess is better, and why do you take it as something that is important in your life? I know my reasons. I could tell you my villain origin story. Tell me yours.

[heretherebedork]

Honestly Mew is abusive as hell. To be honest, I don’t even consider they were already dating when Top slept with Boston. Yes, Top wanted to date Mew and was loud about it when he was still fooling around with Boston but he was not in a stated relationship with Mew. But Mew is so adamant to say that they were boyfriends and that he was cheated on. He was in the exact same situation as Nick but it’s funny how only one of them was seen as the injured part. I am aware that they reacted differently as I stated earlier, Mew said out loud that he was cheated while Nick was doing everything to not upset Boston. I am more talking about the outside looking in, that only were furious for Mew. Now Mew is using Boston/Top one night stand to abuse mentally and physically the two of them. I think it’s really problematic that he threw a drink in Top face and pushed in the water, it’s literally abuse and the fact that they are going to get back together without any of it being addressed is kind of like condoning abuse because it’s a same sex relationship. Even here with Boening, he pretended to push him away in my opinion, he still knew what he was doing as I believe he pushed him away way too late. I believe that Mew is in love with Top but I also think that he want to make sure Top suffer as much as possible and that he has taken his revenge so that he can forgive him and I think it’s toxic.

You know, anon, I don't have much to argue. But I will also say that Mew is... exactly what his friends are. They're all young and messy and messed up and doing their best but not really living up their best.

And Mew has never been confronted because everything he does is in terms that most people consider moral. He was cheated on even if they weren't exclusive yet. (I think of @respectthepetty every time I think of this.) But if he says Top cheated, if he accepted Top after the act and knew he was going to accept him and was only holding off to prove Boston wrong. So does that count? Who's right? They're both a mess, frankly. They're all a mess.

Mew was withholding the relationship label because he wanted to prove that he would win Top over Boston's three month prediction. Nick was clinging to Boston despite Boston's declaration that they weren't in a relationship. And they both got cheated on in a way but also not.

And Nick understands that. Nick was more worried about Boston leaving him entirely than Boston's sex. He just wanted to be with him. But Mew took what happened and turned it into something that he can keep holding against Top.

Honestly, Mew should not keep giving Top chances because if he's going to hold this over his head for as long as he can... he should just stop. He should give him up. He should stop because giving Top a chance is one thing and giving Top a chance... but also holding the supposed cheating above his head and in the middle of their relationship the entire time.

Every single character in this show is toxic and, frankly, that's why we're watching the messy gay show. They are all wild and messy and toxic and they're hurting each other.

Now, frankly, I'm more upset about how Mew is treating Boston than anything else. Because he knows that Boston is in the closet to his father and that someone had Boston's sex tapes and that he was afraid of being revealed and that it makes no sense for Boston to be blackmailing someone else when their secret getting out would also be his.

(Look, did Boston fuck Top when he knew he was trying to get together with Mew and then try to push Ray hard enough to make him decide not to out that event? Yes. Yes he did. But I think he's one of the least toxic in this friend group because he's also honest about being nasty and filthy and just wanting to have one night stands and that doesn't make him a villain, that just makes him a slightly amoral slut.)

But anyway.

They're all a toxic mess and I'm very glad they are. And I hope more people are seeing that they're all different and all toxic and that no one is perfect or better just because of their moral code or the way they present themselves.

[safetycar-restart]

Hh!carlos and his wife have a running tally of how many times Carlos can make his wife cum in a day, and almost every Sunday is dedicated to breaking his record from the previous week. He goes positively pussy-drunk, and he’s so happy about it. If he could, he’d literally have a shrine to his wife and her pussy, he loves it so much.

He also does not care about looking “whipped” in front of people, he’s shameless and completely in love. The housewives despise it, because Carlos and his wife have the best relationship in the neighbourhood (maybe the world). I also think that the part of the reason why Sundays are free for them so often is because people tend to have neighbourhood BBQs and things on Sundays, and Carlos and his wife just never got invited. And when they did, they weren’t happy. The other housewives absolutely whisper about reader behind her back, and it’s actually pretty nasty stuff because they’re just so jealous. And Carlos absolutely will not stand anyone being mean to his beloved wife, he doesn’t care who he has to fight. So those garden parties would always end in a fight (and Carlos getting thoroughly fucked but that’s a given), so Carlos and reader just eventually decided to keep their Sundays free. Idk that’s just my personal thought lmao feel free to tell me I’m dumb. (That sounded way meaner than I meant I’m so sorry I meant for it to sound joking I swear)

-💍 hhc anon

YES. YES TO ALL OF THIS. I love house husband Carlos so fucking much oh my god. Honestly I love seeing so many asks from 💍 anon! I usually get an ask every second day or so and I love them so so much!!

So we said that Sundays are strictly for you and Carlos. You two spend the entire day together, and preferably never even leave the house.

And yeah, he goes pussy drunk. He wakes you up with his head between your thighs, giving you at least one orgasm before he goes to make breakfast for you two. Sometimes you'll have slow morning sex before that, other time he'll just eat you out. Of course it all depends on what you want.

(Sidenote: Carlos would absolutely get a vasectomy so that he could cum in his wife every time and eat her out to clean all the cum out. He loves it so much)

He keeps a tally in his head of how many times he makes you cum. It doesn't matter how thoroughly fucked he is, he will always remember how many times you've cum. Honestly it's like his superpower.

Sundays are sacred pussy days.

But as much as he loves it and wants nothing to change, he also can't get the housewives off his back because you and him havent attended any of the monthly neighbourhood barbecues. Maybe it's hosted at a different house every month and you and Carlos simply havent bothered to go to any and also havent put your names down to host either.

Granted, you two have considered going a couple times, but then one (or both) of you got horny and suggested a quick fuck which turned into a very very long fuck and then whoops the barbecue is over.

But Linda just won't stop going on about it and well, Carlos does want to be an actual member of the community. And you know basically no one in the community despite living there for a couple months. Plus you'll do whatever Carlos wants to make him happy and if he wants to go to the barbecue, then fine.

So you two go to the next one, after a morning of sex of course, and the entire neighbourhood is so shocked to see you all.

The housewives are most upset to realise that Carlos looks at you with the same love and devotion that he expresses when he speaks about you, openly staring and being so clearly in love it's insane. He doesn't even notice another woman, and turns down every request to talk alone. He doesn't want to speak to anyone without you, stays glued to your side the entire time.

You two go from group to group together, socialising and chatting and getting to know some neighbours. Most of the husbands and wives have split into groups, the husbands at the grill and the wives in the kitchen with the salads and sides. But you and carlos go from group to group, even stopping by some of the kids playing too.

It seems to be going well, until Carlos realises some of the wives are whispering about you. He tells you that he's going to get you two more drinks, but actually he goes to the women and asks them point blank what they have been saying about you.

And he just sees red. Because how dare they? How dare they suggest that his wife isnt the best partner he could ever have? That you aren't the best person for him? That someone else could do better? How fucking dare they.

And well... let's just say it's a good thing none of them can speak Spanish because if they could they would never look at Carlos the same way again. He is absolutely not having it.

You realise of course, because you hear Carlos's raised voice and instantly you know someone must have said something about you because that's the only way to get Carlos to yell in Spanish (besides fucking him of course, but only you know that).

You only ever attend one barbecue, and years later the neighbourhood is still talking about the time the hot house husband from the corner house threw a potato salad at Jeff.

[theyoshimister]

Hey, it's me.

I'm the anon who's being bullied in school.

I was on anon, since I was at school and couldn't access my account on the chromebooks, so I went for the next best route.

I guess it also explains why I sent asks which frequently antagonized Dark Taranza, as he reminds me of my bullies at school, who always seem to make it look like they have everything better than me.

Currently, I am in my freshman year, and I sometimes wonder if I'll even make it past the semester. The stress from the schoolwork, grades, and peers I have are always piling up more and more, and often my only real outlet is to lash out at characters that I already dislike, for example constantly talking about how my fursona could easily destroy Dark Taranza's castle in Mirror Floralia, or even more private interactions with friends of mine, where I'd talk about wanting to torture Dark Taranza until he fully submitted. (Which yeah, is VERY worrying.)

And also the fact that Shadow Marx is now one of my comfort characters since I can only really see him as a protecting form of support for myself, almost like a guardian angel of sorts, which depending on the type of person you are, could range from only slightly confusing, to being rather concerning.

Even the story of Sectonia and Maudite, with them being able to escape from Dark Taranza and leave Mirror Floralia to return home to regular Floralia, never stops to bring me a sense of comfort, as I often at times feel seen from just the idea alone, as I often wonder if this very world I live in was truly meant to be my home, or if there was secretly another, where I was truly meant to be.

In-fact, if there could ever be one thing I'd like to do once in my life, it'd be getting to meet you in person just so I could give you a hug and thank you for saving my life. I owe you one.

Ah, I see. So that's why you often antagonized Dark Taranza... I suppose that makes sense, especially when wanting to vent out your frustrations (and honestly a healthier option compared to just bottling it up). Freshman year is scary, let me tell you. You're in a new place, you have to adjust to life in this strange environment, and things can become hectic in a near instant. But you can make, I know you can. It may seem scary the further into high school you get, but it'll pass by in a flash. I do agree that it is rather worrying when going into detail about such things, and I hope you can find a more positive outlet to let these feelings flood out. It doesn't hurt to do it once in a while, but having it be a constant is worrisome. I can see why you chose Shadow Marx as a comfort character, I mean, we all have that comfort character we cling onto. I certainly have my characters that bring me comfort, and I can say that, without a doubt, Shadow Marx is more than he seems. He has a softer side to him that remains hidden, protected by his tough outer shell. I'm not sure how much that brings, but hopefully it adds something to him for you. Despite the horrors Sectonia and Maudite had to endure, I wanted to make sure that they both received a happier ending, it was something I had planned since the beginning. Though, their happiness came from them returning (or leaving in Maudite's case) to a place that loves them for who they are. The world is a tough place with people who are nasty and cruel, but there are those who are kind that I'm sure would love to meet you. You just have to search for it. That's how I came to know the friends I have. Hopefully what I've said helps you out in some way. Like I said, I'm not the best with words, I'm honestly more helpful in physical reassurance in my opinion. But you don't need to owe me anything. I'm happy knowing that what I've done has helped you.

[author-main]

I responded to this anon right before I went to bed and didn't feel like causing a scene right before I slept. So like... I kind of meant what I said here but I did feel really wrong about it too. So for the sake of giving a more detailed answer

-1. Yeah duh it's uncomfortable. You think I don't think it's uncomfortable? Not too long ago I talked about how I, a black zelda fan, feel alone in this fandom. The loneliness feel, I would say, started with OoT. I'M uncomfortable with this idea. My version of Time not only means a lot to others, but to me, too. If I decided to do this to his character it would hurt me. I'm considering this despite how uncomfortable it is. You know what else is uncomfortable? Blood and Gore. Death. Anything going on with Wild is uncomfortable, even more so because I have to draw it. I plan on writing a long fic where a character is dealing with suicidal thoughts. That's INCREDIBLY uncomfortable, too. Slightly racist Time? Time growing up somewhat prejudiced due to his environment? I gotta tell you chief, it's not the worst thing I can do to a Link.

-2. Uncharacteristic? This is a LINK. There is no character. There is no character in BotW Link, no character in MC Link. And there is no character in OoT Link because it's a LINK. The player makes the character. I make the character. And if you wanna talk about being in character, apparently there's a gerudo mask that you can wear around and interact with people, and scare them, and Darunia in particular literally says he hates them. So like excuse me for thinking this is absolutely insane and worth bringing up as a piece of plot, by using the Hero meant to protect the kingdom --that has ran off an entire race-- to express how this isn't okay.

-3. I stand by what I said about the racism being baked into the game, product of its time or not. But this isn't a product of its time. Just this year, I find it super fucked up that Nintendo would write in that the TotK Gerudo Sage feels that the race as a whole are responsible for Ganondorf's actions just because they birthed him. The shit is still HERE.

-4. I don't wanna make it seem like a bigger deal than it is, but don't call it spicy. It's not that I don't care if other people are mean to Link but is it because he is Hylian specifically??? Do these other races dislike him for being a Hylian more than they hate the Gerudo simply for being the Gerudo? Because if not... that doesn't matter to me as much as you think it does.

-5. I could twist your last statement into "I don't hate the Gerudo, I even have a Gerudo friend" just like that. That's how it sounds.

No other words to add on to your second paragraph. Other than, the fact that you even said that makes me wonder if you even read my explanation at all, because I literally said I didn't think it was racist in the first paragraph. Like do you understand how big of an impact OoT has had on the franchise as a whole? Do you understand that all the racist shit in that game has made it to the year of the tears 2023? Do you think I was going to leave him staying however racist I made him in my story? Do you think I take this lightly?

Excuse me, for making the Dad of the Chain look this fucking bad. I love the guy, I really do, I hold him very dear in my Zelda-loving heart. I enjoy him as just a kind anchor to the chain, this has little to do with LU Time. This is about how OoT Link and his game molded this franchise and fandom, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Are you upset that I see something nasty and might want to bring it up?

For those who want to read the first explanation it's here. I explained specifically what went on in OoT and the Child Timeline (Nintendo's timeline to simplify things) because that's what I believed what was needed to explain why I thought Time could be the way I could make him.

(Anon from before) even after reading your explanation I dont think it would fit the character it's also very uncomfortable, while it is fine and encouraged to give characters big flaws it's just weird to make him bigoted towards an entire race given that his story itself doesnt support it, as the racism is more a product of it's time than it is something that would reflect with the character given that not only is every other race spicy to him so why would he perpetuate it but other than ganondorf he shows no ill intent to the other gerudo he interacts with and has a good relationship with one in particular.

His comment towards Ganon is something that's only aimed towards Ganon, it just felt like a weird stretch to say hed be racist when after all hes gone through hed be the least racist

I see, it's been a long time since I've caught up with the story of OoT and MM, like I said. So I know I'm missing things.

Yes, the racism is a product of its time, but it's still there, baked into the game, reflected in the world. It's hard for me to separate this. However, I think I do need to look back at the games. I don't remember other races being negative towards him, but you may be right. Again, that idea is just an idea that was floating around in my head. It's still just a "maybe". But you've turned that into a "probably not".

As for the last thing about the comment about Ganondorf. I said that I'm aware, and I know that in context, the comment is not bad at all, and it makes complete sense. It was a thing that was mentioned in a convo, and I was like, "Huh... that could be taken badly" (in a fanfic sort of way, not in a Oh Jojo fucked up way). I don't think I have the patience to put it into aluw, but sometimes I think about writing something mean.

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Hello, Tori, how are you? <3

I can't believe you’ve reached 100+ followers already, congratulations!! I'm proud of you!! You definitely deserve all of us! 🥳🎉🎊

Anyways, for your event, could I please request 31. "Make a wish." (from the fluff prompts) with Mammon?

Take your time and take care! ♡

- ☕️

A dream come true

✎ Mammon x Reader

✎ Maybe, making a wish wasn't necessary for him.. 'cause just like yours, it had already came true, right before his eyes..

✎ Tags: fluff, gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: ☕ anon o(TヘTo) I really don’t have the words to express my gratitude, just thank you, everyone too! I just hope you’ll follow along the starting of this blog, enjoy~~~ 

“H-hUMAN, where are you taking me!?”

“You see, I’m sure you’ll love it!”

Mammon groaned softly, the rustling of his blindfold he was oh-so kindly asked to put on. The secrecy of the situation flooding his mind with nasty ideas, the warmth radiating from your frame, the transfering of that heat from your palm to his skin through contact, sending blood to his cheeks.

You drew his figure closer as eyes glanced at every corner you could, the lack of vision in the darkness despite the moon casting down light. Slowly careful foot work turned to sprints against the grassy ground when the sight of a familiar pillar structure caught your eye. Mammon held his breath, whines continuing to spill from him, complaining about the change of pace.

"We're here!" You creeped behind the demon after stopping in front of the seemingly abandoned build. Pulling at the loose strands of cloth, Mammon fluttered as light seeped into his line of sight again.

"Human- I don't think this is worth escaping the city- "

"No, wait! Don't leave yet, there's something really interesting I wish to show you!"

Mammon couldn't help but glare in your general direction, huffing with middle and thumb rubbing at his temples. You pouted, hands patting at his like a kitten, grabbing his wrist again and whisking him away into the inners of the four pillars. You lead the demon to your side, abdomen leaning against a stone fountain, ivy and vines entangling its body, the water shimmered in blue and turquoise, sparks of particles flowing in a dance.

"Um.. human- what's this?"

"Well, it's a wishing fountain of sorts. It can grant you anything, riches, fame, luxuries!"

"Oh~ really now?" You hummed in agreement, taking a step back to let Mammon take center stage. He grinned like never before, rubbing his hands together in greed.

"Well, why not start off something easy, as much gold that it towers over Diavolo's palace!" The water swirled in an increasing rate, the colours glowed brighter the quicker it went. All of a sudden, the blueish tones disappeared, fading alongside the whirlpool it had created, the reflection of the clear liquid capturing Mammon's shock.

"Maybe I was clear enough, ahem, I wish for as much gold to tower over Diavolo's palace!"

Nothing once again.

"Ughhh- human does this stupid thing even work- "

"I believe it does, when I had a play with it, it gave me exactly what I hoped for. Maybe try to wish for something you've dying to have for the longest time?"

Mammon stared at the reflective pool, his flush spreaded rapidly when a thought came to mind. Fingers grasped at his palms, digging into the tan skin leaving red markings along them.

"Mammon? Come now, make a wish!"

Mammon raised a hand, waving away at the offer. "I think I'm alright, I don't think I need 'that' granted for the hell of me- " You stared, wide eyed, head shaking as hands made their way to his shoulders.

"If you're uncomfortable of me listening in, I can just move over- "

"nO! I mean.. it's fine, let's just go- "

"At least give a chance to get a wish in!" You walked away, leaving an embarrassed Mammon to his devices, who in hindsight, followed suit, not wanting to be left alone.

You digged into your pockets, pulling out a shiny penny between your fingers. You smiled at your doppelganger within the confines of the bowled water. You drew in a breath, the clinking of the coin being flipped before a plop sounded, the slivery cent sinking deep into the pool, slowly fading from your view.

"So... what did you wish for?"

"Heh~ if I told you, it wouldn’t come true right?"

"Seriously.. "

"Hahah~ but to be real honest, I don't think I need to.. 'cause it's already becoming a reality.. " You grinned once more, slithering fingers against Mammon's, interlocking them together in a hard press.

Maybe, making a wish wasn't necessary for him.. 'cause just like yours, it had already came true, right before his eyes..

[wonda-cat]

A List of Every Wrongdoing c!Dream Has Ever Done

Lately, I’ve been noticing an increase in c!Dream apologists crawling out of the woodworks to leave nasty anons on my mutuals’ blogs and making posts claiming that c!Dream is misunderstood and not “pure evil.” (I suspect this is due to the recent DSMP Twitter migration from a week ago.) 

The purpose of this post is less to discuss and explain why c!Dream is not Morally Grey (he’s Morally Black), but to show in plain detail exactly the actions and mindsets he portrayed which have led him to be deemed as irredeemable. 

(Please note: I will miss a few details here and there as tallying up every terrible thing c!Dream has done is a borderline impossible task. There’s simply too many to state, especially if we’re going into dialogue-specific examples as well.)

Season One:

(During this time, cc!Dream did not have a firm grasp on the direction he wanted to take his character. At this point in the story, he did not yet fill the archetypal role of the villain. Thus, it’s best to take this section with a grain of salt.)

Was the catalyst to the Disc War, stealing both of Tommy’s discs, Cat and Mellohi.

Immediately declared war on L’Manburg after its emancipation, instead of offering a peaceful compromise.

Had a speech where he demanded surrender from L’Manburg or he’d kill them.

Burned down Tubbo’s house.

Ordered Sapnap to start a forest fire near L’Manburg.

Organized the Control Room incident; the largest mass murder in the server’s history, taking a canon life from every member of L’Manburg.

Provided incentive for Eret to betray his friend and manipulated him up until the day he was dethroned.

Took a canon life from Tommy during a duel, instead of accepting Wilbur’s initial plea for surrender.

Destroyed Tubbo’s bee boxes, griefed Tommy’s house, and constantly terrorized Clingy Duo.

Offered real money for Jack Manifold to defect from L’Manburg and betray his two new friends.

Likened himself to the rightful ruler of the server and described all its people as ‘dolls’ who should ‘stay in their correct rooms and not move.’

Was a major instigator in the Railway Skirmish.

Went behind Sapnap’s back and told Niki and Fundy where he kept his pets so they could kill them.

Was an instigator in both Pet Wars.

Gave Schlatt a crossbow during the debates, which he used to shoot at bystanders and opponents, forcing the crowd to flee.

Initially urged Quackity to join Schlatt’s campaign.

Provided Wilbur with TNT and defended his decisions, worsening his downward spiral.

Betrayed Pogtopia when Schlatt offered him the Book of Revival.

Initially sided with Technoblade as he threatened to spawn withers.

Cheered when L’Manburg blew up.

Was revealed to have made a deal with Wilbur which forced him to push the button no matter the outcome.

Season Two:

Griefed several homes with Puffy and tried to pin the blame on Tommy, hoping to get him exiled.

Took Tommy and Ranboo’s house fire accident and blew it out of proportion.

Built obsidian walls around L’Manburg and threatened to keep everyone tapped inside if Tommy wasn’t punished.

Threatened to kill anyone who would try to resist or flee, should the walls be completed.

Sent rude messages to Tommy in the hopes of getting him riled up during meetings in order to irritate Tubbo.

Had a speech where he admitted to not caring about anything but Tommy’s discs, which deeply hurt Sapnap.

Was a major instigator in the El Rapids Protest.

Threatened to kill Quackity during the above incident, including everyone he cared about.

Dethroned George despite promising the throne to him, hurting him in the process.

Conditioned the trial situation to force Tubbo into a corner, leading him to exile Tommy.

Placed ridiculous, not agreed upon restrictions onto exile, forcing Tommy to remain on a small, isolated island.

Destroyed Tommy’s summer home on the way to Logstedshire and refused to allow him to bring personal affects with him.

Turned exile from an unfair punishment into a literal kidnapping.

Destroyed everything Tommy would make, each day he visited him.

Manipulated, gaslit, and lovebombed Tommy.

Forced Tommy to completely rely on him for comfort and survival. 

Shrunk down the area Tommy could live in, even more so.

Starved Tommy and physically abused him.

Threatened to kill Tommy if he was slow to act, refused to co-operate, or was disagreeable.

Chased off potential visitors for Tommy.

Mocked Tommy openly in front of Sapnap and Ghostbur.

Was cold to Tommy when he displayed suicidal tendencies and vocalized ideation.

Manipulated Tubbo into thinking Tommy hated him and to never visit.

Burned the invitations to Tommy’s party.

Sent Ghostbur into the rain, hoping he would die there.

Lied to Tommy, telling him that Tubbo burned his compass.

Destroyed Logstedshire, Tommy’s tent, and all of his possessions upon finding secret chests hidden away in the floor.

Killed Tommy’s pet and only food source at the time, Mushroom Henry.

Forbade Tommy from going into the nether or seeing anyone until he ‘learned his lesson.’

Screamed at Tommy, despite Tommy apologizing incessantly. Then refused to accept the apology, saying he ‘never learned.’

Tracked down Tommy when he fled from captivity after his failed suicide attempt.

Attempted to frame Tommy for the destruction of the Community House.

Screamed at Tubbo and mocked him in front of a crowd.

Ousted Ranboo as a traitor, knowing full well that traitors are executed.

Teamed up with Technoblade to destroy L’Manburg.

Orchestrated Doomsday, blowing up L’Manburg into an unamendable, unrecognizable crater.

Mocked Tommy for returning to Tubbo.

Described destroying their home and seeing them broken as ‘amusing and fun.’

Had an odd, toxic, and potentially manipulative relationship with Ranboo.

Is implied to control Ranboo in some fashion, without his consent.

Griefed Tommy’s house again.

Threatened to kill Tubbo multiple times during the Final Disc Confrontation.

Admitted to toying with Clingy Duo using fake discs and mocked them.

Used Tommy’s trauma against him during battle and blew up the duo’s armor and tools.

Explained how he planned to use attachments to exert full control over the server and all its people.

Plotted to take precious items from his own two friends and closest allies.

Planned on kidnapping Skeppy and locking him in a cage.

Attempted to murder Tubbo.

Attempted to lock Tommy away in Pandora’s Vault forever.

Season Three:

Manipulated every single visitor he received in prison, including his own friend Sapnap.

Gave Sapnap a message in order to purposely trigger a response from Ranboo.

Manipulated and blackmailed Sam.

Threatened to kill Sam multiple times.

Fondly described to Sam what he did to Tommy during exile.

Implied to have trapped Tommy in the prison with him for a week, surrounding him with all of his greatest fears.

Beat Tommy to death in the heat of an argument and laughed afterward.

Brought Tommy back to life and asked him invasive questions about it.

Explained that he only killed Tommy to prove a point.

Debated killing Tommy again multiple times.

Asked Quackity if he thought Tommy’s death and abuse was funny.

Killed/destroyed Ghostbur in the process of reviving Wilbur.

Season Four:

Stated he did not care about Ranboo when he was threatened with death.

Threatened to destroy Sapnap’s home after he failed to return his armor.

Chased Tommy around the forest and physically attacked him.

Threatened Tommy with unending torture.

Started stalking Tommy immediately upon escaping prison.

Left signs and recorded his own voice on a disc in order to convince Tommy he was losing his mind.

Conspired to and succeeded in torturing both Vik and Lazar to death in the process of testing the Revival Book.

Mocked Sam for getting trapped in the prison and refused to free him from captivity.

Conspired to torture Quackity and kill his loved ones.

Admitted to not regretting any of his actions.

Murdered George when he refused to partake in the destruction of Kinoko.

Manipulated Sam into believing he was just as bad as Dream himself.

Starved Sam to expediate the manipulation.

Tricked Sam into handing over the prison keys before murdering him; giving him the same scar as Quackity in the process.

I will potentially update this list as time goes on, but for now, this is everything I can think of off the top of my head. 

No amount of excuses, other POVs, or headcanons will change the fact that in text, Dream is THE major antagonist in the story and the ultimate, definitive villain of the Dream SMP. 

And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Cheers!

[realcube]

you flinch during an argument

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak 

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you 

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch 

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks 

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you. 

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did 

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you 

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself 

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you 

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you 

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand 

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’  you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles. 

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately 

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems 

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise 

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true 

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’ 

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again  

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡  during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking 

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late. 

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough 

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you 

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married. 

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him 

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

[yanderart]

Another installment in my yandere pov series, and inspired by a few anon requests I got to paint dabi. 

Below the cut, as customary, is a one-shot I wrote for the backstory behind the portrait (Dabi x reader, 3k, dark themes). Hope y’all enjoy 🖤

Tws: nsfw, noncon, hinted kidnapping, inner turmoil. Overall nastiness.

   Staring at the marred back of the man lying beside you, eyes following the billowing pattern of his scars, it was easy to pretend you two were just another couple sleeping side by side. Pretend that you weren’t in a ratty motel room hidden away from the world, on a mattress that creaked with any slight shift of movement, and with the bitter taste of fear resting below your tongue.

   Pretend that he loved you, just like you loved him. Fantasize that it wasn’t the type of complicated infatuation corroded by trauma filled pasts, by bitterness and the phantom of brokered trusts.

  But then Dabi turned, the hitch in his breath warning you of his now alert state, and when his cobalt eyes held your stare all illusions were promptly shattered. Wishful words died on your lips before they even had the chance of being born, the frown on his face deepening as his arms circled around you, drawing you close.

   You tried to leave your mind blank then as he pressed your face into his chest, wishing it was easier to tune him out while he muttered lazy words against the shell of your ear. 

   “What happened, Princess?”, Dabi’s sluggish smile dragged the corner of his mouth upwards, making you feel the unmistakably texture of his metallic staples digging into the side of your face, “Are you lonely?”, He was mocking you, of course, and yet it was hard to not identify the hopefulness that hid behind his jest. 

   A hopefulness that went hand to hand with his need, with the sharp line of his body enveloping you and a rapidly hardening length heating up your lower abdomen. 

   A tremble shook you, prompting you to curse beneath your breath as a low chuckle was drawn from the man holding you. 

   “Or were you cold?”, and he was still teasing you, elated in your humiliation. 

   Because you were naked in his grasp, without even a blanket to aid you or any other heating present in the musty motel room. He had refused you any covers from day one, taking away what little you owned in terms of clothing and citing the fact that you needed not hide away from his glare. But you knew the truth behind his meager explanations, the reasons why he so rejoiced in seeing you exposed and trembling.

   In the death of winter, with the cold biting at your skin and the air feeling suffocating in its humidity, he was your only source of warmth.

   It became impossible not to let out a reluctant sound of relief as he dragged his palm through your sides, heating up your skin with languid movements. Although you were luckily way past the point of feeling any embarrassment at your own willingness to stop the cold, past the point of blaming your body for reacting in the way your captor had conditioned it to do so. 

   “Want me to warm you up, then”, Dabi muttered now at the base of your neck, his breath hot and almost painful as it grazed your nearly frozen skin, “Princess was so cold she couldn't even wait for me to wake up on my own, is that it?” 

   He wasn’t even expecting an answer at that point, just talking for his own sake as your shaking became even more pronounced, getting off on forcing you to hear whatever sadistic taunts his mind provided. Unwittingly pressing yourself against him as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp (dumb girl, should’ve known better than to think you would ever get away), by the time you felt the twitching of his bulge against your stomach it was too late to try and pull back. 

   His hands were pressing you down from the small of your back before you had a chance to think of voicing any discomfort, his sarcastic laughter turned into a low rumble as he proceeded to roll his own hips into you, angling you with ease so that he was pushing against a much more sensible spot lower down.  

   With your face away from him, it was too late for you to trick yourself into zoning things out. All you could see was the dirty mattress you were forced to lay on as he continued to mutter against your pulse, the rough texture of nails diving into your flesh as he coaxed you into following his movements, setting a cadence for you both as he continued to rut into you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

   All you could feel was the disgust climbing from your gut, the burning sensation of tears you hadn’t been able to shed since your very first few weeks with Dabi. 

   “I’ll warm you up, baby”, he was whispering as one of his hands crept up your stomach, tickling your ribs with its blazing touch and making you wonder if you were about to get marked again. He sounded so utterly pleased with himself, so absolutely content, that your mind was quick to conjure up images of blue flames licking at your flesh, of the barely fading scars that littered your entire body. 

   He took one of your breasts into his grasp then and snapped you away from your lingering memories, kneading it slowly, almost carefully, before his fingers made contact with the sensible bud of your nipple. Again, it would’ve been so easy to get lost in that sensation, in that revering touch, if your circumstances didn’t make it anything short of horrifying.

   (But you were warming up already, weren’t you? Your cunt reacting despite the disgust and horror you proclaimed, slick gathering as it greedily prepared for the impending intrusion. What a liar you were, Princess.)

   He continued his lethargic rhythm as his fingers toyed with your chest, teasing himself (teasing you both), before taking his other hand away from your lower back. You were trained enough not to try getting away from Dabi by that point, knowing better than to fight the inevitable, but it was still hard not to feel shame bubbling back up as you found your own hips stuttering down to meet his out of reflex.  

   In his hands, your own body became the deadliest weapon he could wield against you.

  (Yet you’re enjoying this, you like this. Therefore, you must like him too, right?)

   His now vacant arm slid up until he was roughly grasping your jaw. He angled your face down to stare into his gaze, into his scarred face and parted lips that morphed into a perfect picture of lust riddled reverence. And seeing the longing in those orbs was far crueler than all of his jests, all of the degradation and threats. Far scarier, too. 

   “Kiss me, Princess”, he commanded then, his stern voice almost succeeding at hiding away an eagerness you knew lurked beneath. 

    And you did, because you knew the consequences you’d otherwise face. You dived down to capture his lips in a mechanical way, moving dispassionately (or that’s what you tried telling yourself, as in denial as you were) until he took over. Much in the same way he had coached your hips earlier, the hand in your jaw instructed you with light movements until a pleased sound left the back of his throat. 

   “So willing for me”, he praised in a hushed tone as he briefly broke away, voice grave and dripping with desire. 

    And just like before, it wasn’t long before he decided you were well enough accustomed to the action, and then the grip holding your jaw was once more moving downwards, his scorching touch now merely tickling you as a palm pressed against your stomach, massaging your flesh as it continued its path to the same place his thrusts were directed at. 

   Your breath caught in your throat then, eyes closing as you tried to preemptively contain your emotions. 

   Dabi did not appreciate that. 

   “Look at me”, he uttered with a dark edge, a heavy order to loom over your quivering shoulders. 

   But you kept your eyes tightly shut, feeling fingers snaking between your legs and tracing the outside of your cunt as they quickly became dampened by the wetness gathering there. The squelching sound of his digits dipping inside your folds only made you cringe further, so focused as you were into keeping immobile and quiet. 

   You wanted to disappear. (You wanted to open your eyes and moan).

   Confronted with your tenacious refusals to comply, one of his fingers made its way to your hidden nub as a response, proceeding to mercilessly rub against it before he gave you any time to become accustomed. The spiralling stimulation made it difficult not to visibly shake. There was nothing teasing or slow about his movements, unrefined and harsh, yet you thought you could feel Dabi’s frustration at your stubbornness through that touch alone. 

   “Look at me before I decide that just humping your needy cunt won’t do”, he threatened, his own words breathless and hoarse.

   Which did give you a moment of trepidation as you tried and failed at ignoring his assault on your body. Your hands were now clenched into fists against his chest, nails digging into your own flesh while his fingers delved deeper inside you. They stretched you in a way which felt uncomfortably pleasant, quickly finding your tender spots in a practiced manner. 

   “C'mon, you don't have to make it harder. You've been so good for me lately, so sweet", and despite the terrible nature of his words, the slight softening of his tone had a terrible effect on you. 

   His words scared you, terrified you, and yet the backhanded compliment only made you more lightheaded, helping the unwilling pressure steadily building up due to his quick and nimble fingers. 

   You didn't notice his face getting closer, his breaths coming in hot puffs against the skin of your tender neck, but you did feel his lips as they closed against the crook of it, his teeth as they scrapped carelessly before claiming that same spot in a painful show of dominance. 

   You were trembling now despite a part of you still commanding your eyes shut. Inside you, his digits felt warm, so filling already, and you couldn’t help clasping around them despite your attempts at ignoring any unwanted excitement. 

  (Were you seriously going to cum on the fingers of your captor? Of the man whose face now plagued your nightmares, whose voice never left your conscious mind? My, my, what a hypocrite of a whore you were.)

   “Mine”, you thought you heard Dabi whisper as his love bites continued littering your skin “My princess.”

   And wasn't it fitting, how his awful nickname for you was the last thing you heard before his fingers achieved their goal. Two of them were slamming in and out of you, filling the room with horrible wet noises that you had unsuccessfully been trying to tune out, and a third one still insistently toyed with your clit. 

   It was fast, it was relentless, and your eyes were shooting open without your permission as a choked moan finally escaped your tightly shut mouth. You shook while you came, opening your fists against your assailant's chest and trying to ignore the pungent taste of shame as you found purchase on his shoulders instead. 

   From the back of your conscience, still overwhelmed by the shots of pleasure shaking your core (by his fingers that hadn't stopped for a second, insisting on accompanying you through your orgasm), you thought you heard a satisfied hum coming from the man holding you. 

   And as the pleasure numbed slowly, as the sensations turned painful while he refused to leave your oversensitive sex, Dabi was finally exiting the cover of your neck and his cerulean eyes were finding yours again. 

   There was a satisfied smirk in his lips, his expression almost soft if it weren’t for the hidden glimmer you had learned to tell apart.

   “Now, now”, he cooed at you as he continued to force your body into overstimulation, sobs fighting to exit your throat now instead of the unsolicited moan from earlier, “I knew you’d be good. You always listen to me now after all, don't you, Princess", his other hand had started kneading your other breast, left neglected until now, and your body was so unbearably hot by that point that you would have gladly welcomed back the terrible winter cold, “You'd do whatever I ask of you, wouldn’t you?”

   It was hard to think, hard to respond as the last vestiges of your pride still leaked out of you and facilitated his relentless attack on your flesh. Your nipple was being pinched roughly, only adding to the pain of being overstimulated.

   (But you were feeling It again, right? The tell-tales of your arousal awakening for a second time. So eager to please him, to be obedient despite whatever objections you claimed to harbor). 

   Another tug at your chest, this time nails lightly digging in, and you were slapped out of your dazed state into answering with rushed words. 

   “I'll do whatever you ask, Dabi”, your voice felt foreign to you, so small, so docile, “but make it stop. Don’t...”, a sound resembling a cry fought its way out through your sentence, one which neither of you knew if it was from discomfort or a pleasure quickly gearing its head back up, “make it stop, please.”

   He was so fucking satisfied to hear your meek little pleads again then, relishing on them like a man starved after so long of your stubborn refusals to speak. To his ears, it sounded like the chorus of heavenly angels descending from the heavens to reach him. He, who if there even was such a thing as Heaven, would be better fit for the scorching flames down below. 

   And that's when you felt it again, the threat of his now bare cock coming to rest against your pussy. It was a tentative probe, almost clumsy without hands to aid him in his search, and his fingers did not ease their assaults for even a second as you tried not to feel betrayed.

   (But did you really believe he would keep his word? That he'd just hump you like an eager virgin when he knew the alluring slickness waiting to hug him, to welcome him back? You were even dumber than you looked.)

    “I know I promised", he admitted while you felt his warm erection pressing slightly, teasingly, against your slit, your own body starting to reach its second cusp without the time to even completely get down from the first, “but you took too long this time, Princess. You were being such a brat…”

   And it was almost poetically ironic, how your second orgasm hit as his fingers relented and his cock finally entered you in their place. It stretched you in a way which was no longer painful but filling (it didn’t make you cry, having you fruitlessly trying to find anything to ground yourself to as it tore you apart. Not anymore anyways). You sighed and moaned while being stuffed full, finally giving in despite any apprehension, and your pussy took him in and hugged him tight as a response. It distracted you from the shame, the guilt, the remorse, and before long your keening was filling the room with its eagerness. 

   “Maybe next time”, he kept groaning against your ear, now both hands going down to grab at the supple globes of your ass, persuading your pliant body into follow the rhythm he was easily setting, “if you're better then, if you…”, even for him it was becoming harder to talk, entranced as he was by the welcoming hold of your inner walls, “if you don't wake me up, if you aren’t so needy. Maybe then, fuck.”

   You were still cumming as his halfhearted promises mingled with his excuses, as he became lost in his own pleasure, in using you as he saw fit. And, lost as you were in the sensations, you were foolish enough to think them true for a moment.

   Maybe next time, you repeated to yourself as his thrust become frantic. His grip on your ass turned painful as he lost sight of the force he was using, his palms heating inadvertently and your skin sizzling below them. You'd have more marks once all was said and done, more patterns to add to your growing collection. 

   Maybe next time he woke up he'd let you go. Maybe he'd finally understand love was not a prison nor a leash. Maybe next time he would ask for your forgiveness, understanding all the trauma and horror he was forcing you to endure. 

  (Or maybe you'd be the one asking for penance, kneeling in front of him and finally seeing him in the way he so desired. Maybe you would start understanding the dimension of his efforts then, of his love for you that he knew not how to show otherwise. A love that scared him as much as it damaged you.)

   As his hoarse moans mingled with your own, you were too drunk on your own fantasies to even attempt to squirm away before he was filling you up with his seed, your walls still convulsing around him as your body stayed attentive, pliant and tender. His lips were kissing you, licking you in poor attempt at providing comfort, and yet you felt a hopeful smile turning the corners of your lips ever so slightly. 

   So many things could happen next time. And anything would be better than this, right? Feeling his cum coating your insides as a litany of nonsense left Dabi's mouth, his softening cock refusing to leave and allow any drop to leak out. Anything had to be better than being owned, being conquered. 

   (So naïve you were, the only person you had gotten good at convincing was your damn self.)

   “Love you, princess", his head was buried in your neck again, his favorite place in your body to hide in while he slowly rocked you both, “so fucking much.”

   And in his own twisted way, as much as you wanted to fight and argue, you didn't doubt his words. Such a twisted love it was, but unquestionable in his burning desire. 

   Even as it charred you to a crisp, leaving nothing but ashes behind and deadlier than anything his quirk might subject you to. 

   Dabi loved you, his sweet little princess, and maybe if you weren't so stubborn you could start loving him back. 

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Probably the longest one-shot I've posted alongside a portrait so far, since I'm still getting comfortable with the length of my writings (still cant believe people read and enjoy these lol). And special thanks to my pals @reinawritesbnha, @coyambition and @snappysnapo for lending me a pair of eyes before posting 🖤 love y'all !

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[minisculecosmos]

Predictions

Given the sheer overload of meta recently, I figured I’d try my hand at doing some guess work pertaining to tomorrow’s episode, and any metas I had planned, I’ll just update & accommodate for post-episode 5. Here we go.

As we all know, the teaser features a conversation between Kinn and his father, Porsche getting the shit beat out of him by Big and Ken, and Kim hitting up Porschay. All these things will be seen in some form this episode, all the good all the bad. Obviously we all look forward to this stuff, but there’s some major clean up to be done after the ending of ep4, and I know it’s gonna be nasty.

For the record, I am ignoring any and all book knowledge I have here, which is already extremely limited. The following content is just my best guess round up of what I think we may see tomorrow. 

Kinn is shown on the hotel bed, awake, in a robe, and evidently extremely conflicted. Porsche is still off in dreamland, and in for what is likely to be a very rude awakening. Or not. 

I recently saw a theory via anon that Kinn may be kind to Porsche come morning, care for him, and do what he can to fix last night. If that is the case, I still highly doubt they’ll talk about anything. My guess, is Kinn either leaves and Porsche wakes up alone, confused, and in no small amount of pain, or he stays but the morning is just a whirlwind rush of trying to get back to home base, some careful gestures and looks thrown in, but no time to deal and recover.

Kinn... is likely to regret things a little. It’s obvious he’s already harboring some extra-fond feelings for Porsche, and I think he is all too aware of this fact. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have Done That with him the previous night. We know he’s not afraid of brining thingsu p either, given the whole “herbal spirit” convo last time. But this? Is going to buried, deep and made deeper by the fear of knowing Porsche is a weakness, and his father sees that, so does Vegas, so do his friends- and while it seems cute they all know, Kinn faces very real threat from showing any level of affection. Our guy is about to become the most simmering just-under-the-surface blend of horny, angry, and terrified we’ve ever seen, and take it out in all the wrong ways (re: many boytoys and a toxic ex). Talk about Freefall, right?

Porsche is highly unlikely to lash out, I think. I would be very surprised if the “Porsche broods in the shower” clip from the trailer doesn’t make an appearance in the first ten minutes or so. He’ll be confused, lonely, hurt on many levels, and needing answers, fast. Porsche is a people-dependent person. We know he thrives of validation from others, whether that be in bed, bar-tending, or now, his ability as a bodyguard. I doubt he’ll really put effort into seeking Kinn out, but stares with uncertainty of what his strategy is is most definitely on the table. Hence why we see him getting abused by Ken and Big later- Porsche is a weakness, and now we see him showing weakness, and is quickly exploited by the others, namely the guy who also has a crush on Kinn and feels more than a little miffed at being put on the back burner for the crazy new guy.

That said, BOC loves to trick us, so if that shot ends up being a training sequence gone wrong more than anything else, still, I would not be surprised.

Now. Vegas.

Second episode, first appearance, dude swoops in with a crescendo of music and a blind-siding appearance in frame. In episode four, he comes out of nowhere, again, now accompanied by warning alarms despite his friendly visage. (I have a whole meta on Vegas analysis waiting in drafts. Sorry, you’ll have to wait another day or so. I need to get more in depth on the score and editing choices with him.) We know Vegas is a big player here. He has every reason to want to climb, resources, a vendetta, and now a shiny treasure to pursue. Yes, he finds Pete at some point, but much like a Niffler, he just wants the nearest shiny thing. Which currently, is Kinn’s new, oblivious, and too-valuable bodyguard. 

Whether we see him again in this episode is debatable, but highly likely. Vegas is waiting for Porsche to leave Kinn (which I do think will happen, Porsche attempting to cut ties to some degree), be heartbroken, and swoop in like a convenient friend who’s always been nice to him, and the past is the past, but how dare Kinn treat you like that? You deserve better. My bodyguards are treated much more fairly. Kinn won’t bother us.

You see where this is going?

Bible has this amazing job of looking absolutely gorgeous but with the beady eyes of a shark waiting to launch upon its unsuspecting prey. It’s the main thing I notice about him in-scene. Vegas has every intention of possessing Porsche. Unless Porsche subconsciously distrusts Vegas with a gut feeling, not just because of his crazy boss’s words (as Porsche is probably not too fond of them two right now), but due to a foggy memory... there’s two ways this could go. Either:

1. Porsche remembers Vegas assaulting him but ultimately sees him as a better option than Kinn regardless, leaning into his offers and sweet words, which is how we get those second family estate scenes from the trailer, or

2. Porsche doesn’t remember, and is even more vulnerable as a result to external manipulation.

Either way, Porsche is clinging on to some very unstable shreds of self-dignity and humor to survive right now. Either way, Vegas has one heck of a golden opportunity. And I can’t wait to see which one it’ll be.

And I apologize to my anxiety and blood pressure ahead of time. It’s about to be through the roof. 

On a more light hearted note... Kim Porschay!!!

I’ve seen more than a couple posts concerned about their age difference. I highly doubt we’ll get anything beyond a 13+ rated BL content from these two- think 2gether levels of innocence. Barcode is young, but he also has a character to play. Just means it’ll be a bit more censored. But the beginnings of romance will be there.

Kim is still in full murder board. My official opinion: I don’t think he thinks Porsche is the mole. And if he does, he won’t for more than a couple episodes tops. I think he is trying to uncover some deep-buried crime that when solved could send a frickin huge earthquake through the Thai underworld. 

Kim calls up Porschay, I bet. They’ll meet up and, again, it’ll either go Porschay being adorable and spilling how lost, alone, and naive he is in this and Kim either trusts him or doesn’t at all, or Porschay is a more Porsche brand of oblivious and fails to not seem incredibly suspicious by sheer accident. Either way, these two will up the dose of doe-eyed stares and blinding smiles. I am so here for their wholesome content it’s not even funny.

Now for some less-major thoughts...

If Jom shows back up, Tem is likely not far behind. Will Time (and maybe Tay, regardless) come find Porsche at Yok’s bar if he leaves? Will those two hit it off? We know so little of Tem’s character right now that it’s hard to really guess at anything. But I bet they meet in the bar again.

Or at some pink drink place at a mall somewhere by total “accident” I mean who knows.

I’d love to see Uncle Chan again, because he just seems great. Definitely praying for a Porsche and Porschay reunion. Man if Kim meets Porsche though... oh ho ho. Guitarboy better not let those stares go unchecked because I don’t think Porsche is so destroyed that he won’t notice someone pursuing his brother.

Unless, option B, Porschay keeps it all a secret from Porsche and just says he has his usual friends and nearly gets kille cause Porsche doesn’t know where he is and they meet and... hoo boy it’s gonna a plot device, I can tell

Ramblings over folks! In Summary: Porsche resentful and depressed, Kinn Horngry and repressed, KimPorschay wholesomeness, and Vegas being the hottest shark-looking mofo I’ve ever had to good fortune to virtually gaze upon.

Feel free to add, argue, or applaud my thoughts in the comments, I love responding and getting feedback. I think any avenue for thought rn in these t-minus however many hours is beneficial. There’s only so muc smut we can mainline before losing it.

Anyway, back to my fics. I have one about the whole KinnPorsche KimPorschay thing, and I’m hoping the new episode doesn’t discourage me from continuing it. It has a lot of crack potential. 

If you made it this far, hi, I love you, get some rest, drink some water, try to accomplish a real life task. Just something small before we all waste the day on KP tomorrow. Many hugs!! Blessings!!! Happy May!!!

[jinkicake]

Louder~

Bokuto, Kuroo with a shy and quiet s/o

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Sorry that it took me so long to post this anon,,, I sometimes get stuck in my messages box and never come out because I love to talk. Here you go,,, I hope you like it!!! I kinda went feral writing Kuroo’s part hahaha.... 

SMUT // NSFW 

WC- 1,436

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Bokuto Koutarou 

Bokuto would love to show you off, he’d always be so proud of you and wants to tell everyone like ‘this is my s/o, have you met my s/o yet?’ And Konoha would be like 'Bokuto I’ve known them for two years’

Bokuto is a great filler like he will eagerly take up a conversation if you don’t know how to continue it, he works really well to make sure you are always comfortable 

I feel like you’d get along with Akaashi, the two of you would just click and probably bond over how much you both care about Bokuto all the stupid things Bokuto does

Cue jealous!Bokuto, attention-craving Bokuto, who is upset that he isn’t getting your attention because you keep talking to Akaashi

He’d wrap his arms around your waist and slowly back away with you in his arms, silently dragging you away from his friend while Akaashi stares at you like ‘that’s your problem now’

Bokuto is very soft with you, he just wants to make you feel good and please you the best he can 

He’d be very attentive in bed, always asking if you like what he is doing and always watching your face for your reactions

He loves his baby bird and wants to make sure you are being taken care of just right~

I feel like the first time you two get intimate you might have to show him what you like, just subtly grab his hand and show him where you want him to touch you and stuff like that because,,,, Bokuto is trying his best okay, 

Bokuto would be a very good boyfriend,,, he is such a passionate person and I think he would do a really good job at always making you feel comfortable. Maybe he can help you come out of your shell a little bit~

“Like this?” Bokuto asks eagerly, hovering above you on your bed. He rests on one of his elbows while his hand is busy thrusting two fingers into of you. His grey hair brushes against your forehead and you can’t help the way your face pinches at his movements. 

“Yes, Kou,” You whine before your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Bokuto nods to himself, mentally patting his back at the way you reacting. Though he can’t help but wonder, maybe if he curls his fingers. “Ahh, Koutarou~” 

The moan that falls from your lips makes Bokuto falter his movements for a split second, wait you like this, before he goes back to flicking his wrist at a faster pace. 

“I-I need you to touch me.” You beg and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that the embarrassment you’re feeling doesn’t show up on your face. Bokuto glances down at his hand, at his fingers that are still thrusting into you and he pouts in frustration. But he is touching you?

Bokuto leans down and presses his lips to yours, hoping a kiss is what you are asking for. You moan appreciatively against his lips and you can feel Bokuto’s smile as you kiss him. Stubbornly you reach down and grab his wrist tightly, slamming the heel of his palm against your clit. The light touch against the sensitive bundle of nerves leaves your mouth falling open and Bokuto takes this opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. At the same time, your other hand tightly grip his hair. 

So that’s what you wanted. 

Bokuto removes his fingers and drags them up to your clit, rubbing furious circles against the bud as you moan into his mouth. Despite the way he is hurling you towards your orgasm, Bokuto still kisses you gently and softly in a way that makes your head spin. 

The feeling of his thick fingers rubbing your clit, the figure eights he is etching into your skin, and his tongue dragging along the roof of your mouth makes the string in your stomach tighten. It’s to the point that it almost snaps and you’re going to be left with nothing but Bokuto’s name leaving your lips over and over again.

When you cum, all your moans and whines are muffled by Bokuto’s tongue.

Kuroo Tetsurou 

Kuroo is such a punk ass mf, he would be sooooo teasing like much more than usual 

He'd purposely hold you and wrap his arms around you, locking you into his chest and not allowing you to go anywhere as he talks to people

Even if you don’t contribute to the conversation at all, Kuroo will refuse to let you go anywhere. If he notices that you feel uncomfortable, he will loosen his grip and rub little circles into your arms/back to try and help you calm down 

You and Kenma would most likely become friends, it won’t happen right away. If anything it will take a long time because you two are too nervous to talk to one another but then oneday Kuroo does some stupid shit and you both make fun of him and then-BAM. Instant friendship 

When you’re hanging out with the team or sitting at one of their practices, you’ll probably go to Kenma more than you go to Kuroo,,,, you love your boyfriend, you really do, but he is just too loud 

Yaku will probably point this out and laugh his ass off, like ‘damn kuroo you suck so much that your girlfriend doesn’t even want to be with you’ yes my little spicy ravioli, tell him off!!!!

If you thought Kuroo was annoying and teasing in public,,,, bruh mentally prepare for how he is going to be in bed

I think his methods of teasing differ from light touches and not letting you cum, I think his type of teasing is him forcing you to cum over and over or him forcing you to stare at him while he fucks you…. It’s the nasty delicious Scorpio tendencies  

Kuroo really likes eye contact during sex and he loves to hear your voice, it turns him on 

Kuroo would be such a fun boyfriend, he would never fail to make you laugh, and would be very protective of you. He might make fun of you and tease you but only he can do that, he’ll clock anyone who tries you!!! Kuroo loves you and will always love you, that is all 

“Ah, baby, look at me.” Kuroo coos in your ear, gently gripping your chin to force you to look up at the mirror. In front of you, you can see it all. Kuroo’s strong thighs flexing each time he thrusts into you, his hard cock appearing and disappearing at each plunge, his dark expression as he stares at you in the mirror. You whimper at the sight. “Look at how cute you are,” Kuroo bites down on your shoulder and your eyes follow his hand to where it disappears between your thighs. “look how sensitive you are.”

His large fingers circle your clit and you immediately shift your thighs to give him better access. The desperation in your actions almost makes Kuroo laugh. 

“You like this, baby girl?” He asks, his voice comes out in a hushed whisper, his lips hovering right above your ear. You weakly nod your head and Kuroo refuses to have this, his fingers pinch your clit exceptionally hard. “Use your words for me.” 

Kuroo boldly licks a long stripe up your neck before biting your ear lobe and sucking it into his mouth. The suction nearly makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I like it, so much.” You cry and Kuroo’s eyes widen in amazement, he’ll never get tired of hearing your voice. 

“Keep watching,” Kuroo grunts and pauses his words, his eyes are unable to leave the sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust, your entire body convulses at each movement of his cock. “I want you to watch how I fuck you, I want you to see how your body reacts for me.” 

Kuroo’s voice lowers and the soothing tone makes you want to shut your eyes but every time you try, Kuroo pinches your nipple and forces you to keep them open.

“Do you like seeing how I fuck you?” Kuroo asks, staring directly into your eyes as he increases the pace he is circling your clit. His cock thrusts shallowly into you, his strokes become slower to make sure you feel every ridge and every vein that adorns his hard length. Kuroo is going to drive you crazy.

“Yes, Tetsurou.” You bite your lip to hide the hiss that escapes through your mouth, Kuroo is so attentive to your every need. 

“Good girl, I’m just getting started.”

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Hi new here I love your writing

Can I request a reader sibling of diluc and kaeya who's really guilty about their father's death not because they thought if only they were there or something but their guilty because they don't feel saddened by the fact that their father died and they couldn't comfort them. they are afraid to comfort them and might do something wrong because of their inability to feel the sadness their brother's have

I just lost someone and felt this way I don't know what to do

I might send more ask in the future so can I be 😈 anon because I like angst despite it making me cry

《😈 anon》

A/N: I’ve dealt with a lot of deaths and losses in my life and two recently and the same has happened to me, everyone grieves in different ways and there’s no right or wrong way!

Also welcome to this hell hole I call my blogฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

You were only a few years younger than them around the age of 14, Kaeya at 19 and Diluc just at the ripe age of 18; perhaps that’s why he doesn’t celebrate his birthday anymore?

Was there something wrong with you? When you saw the two of them fighting you felt your heat shatter, was it your fault? It was almost beautiful and so satisfying with how in sync when you shed those first few tears, right as a pale blue glow illuminated from the eldest brother and the shard of ice combated the unrelenting flames.

When you had gotten the news of your fathers passing the maids of the manor were close by and always at the ready to hold and comfort you, but that time never came. You just froze, no tears no begging or sobbing. Just acceptance and acknowledgment.

He’s dead, your father is gone and that’s that.

So why did your brothers weep and fight? You couldn’t do anything nor did you know what to do. Diluc took it the harshest and after a nasty argument between the two behind closed doors you weren’t allowed to hear the tensions grew worse.

You should’ve done something, talked to them, butted in, stopped them something anything.

But you didn’t do anything, you didn’t know what to do. It was pure bittersweet irony, rubbing salt in the wound as you couldn’t cry for your father yet could weep at the fact your brothers were at each other’s throats and you were useless to help.

Whenever you thought about your dad you just felt, numb? Trying to force yourself to cry you couldn’t, you had no clue what to do or how to help whatsoever

A few weeks after the night Kaeya got his vision you snuck out, diluc hardly talked to anyone and snapped at you when you tried to talk to him it must be because of how apathetic you were to his passing

Sitting under the large tree at Windrise, you back hunched over and against the uneven bark, your knees bent at an awkward angle as you hunched over them and pulled them to your chest. Your head down buried into your knees, you body should be racked with sobs, shaking on your knees begging the statue that lay in front of you to bring him back

But you can’t and you don’t. You sit there still as the roots of the tree you sit on, the gentle wind empathetic towards your situation is it brings a gentle and warm breeze against you, tousling you hair. Perhaps Barbatos looked down on you with pity that night as you swore if you closed you eyes and focused enough you could hear a gentle tune being carried toward you in the wind. Huh.

Meanwhile back at the manor Diluc was losing it. After a Adeline said no one could find you and all those in the manor were looking for you to no avail.

He was at his wits end, he just lost his father and brother and the last time he talked to you, rather you talked to him- he lost his temper and pushed you away. He couldn’t lose you too, not now.

How ironic it must’ve been for Kaeya to find you while heading back home from a quick mission from the nights, a little intel work not much.

And how more so that the redhead ended up here shortly after…

Hearing the crunch of leaves under boots and the sounds of heels on cobblestone you lifted your head up, yet kept your gaze low. You knew those boots, the way the owner of them walked and the strives they took. You quickly lowered your head even more in shame, he must hate you too. However as you brought your gaze to the tops of your knees you saw out the corner of your eyes the blue haired captain sat next to you, looking over you with a concerned gaze; only to rise above both of yours to meet his brothers gaze looking down at both at you. All the emotions in his eyes, in yours, hell it made him wonder what reflected in his.

When did Diluc get here? How could you not notice? Were you too focused on Kaeya? What now you were stuck between the both of them as Diluc took the spot on your left as Kaeya occupied that of your right. Your breathing got quicker, heavier yet less air was getting to your lungs as thousands of scenarios ran through your head.

Before you realized it you stopped your internal monologue as a large and warm hand gentle tangled through you hair and down to your shoulder, pulling you gently against him as you sobbed.

Yet again not being able yo for your father, what was this cruel irony?

“I’m sorry I *hic* am s.so sorry”, you clutched onto red head’s clothes as he held you close to him, another pair of colder hands running up and down your arms and rubbing circles into you back.

“None of this is your fault, we should’ve been more considerate of how you’ve been feeling and dealing with this little dove, your brother and I were being self absorbed idiots” Kaeya trying to soothe you, no malice or any other intent in his voice; just pure genuine worry and care for his sibling.

“As much as I may hate to admit he’s right, everyone grieves in different ways, handled things differently, and protects themselves different. We know how much you loved father and how much he loved us all too, regardless of how we cope and deal with his passing, it doesn’t change how we felt or mean we loved him any more or less.”

And so for the night that’s we’re you lay, between the strong and comforting arms of your brothers, you all had a lot to face still, however for now it was ok, everything was alright as it felt like a memory of the past, before all the fighting started. Where you could just focus on being the young kid who wasn’t forced to grow like the other two, they wanted the best for you and as your eyelids grew heavy and your words slurred, you’d could sleep easy again. As it would be ok, it’ll all be ok with your family, regardless of the circumstances.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU WANTED AT ALL, I REALLY HOPE I DID YOU JUSTICE! Also if you, or anyone ever needs to talk my dms are always open! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

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Any reason why you're so into the Beifongs? They weren't even that important in the show.

We are going to have to agree to disagree on that one, Anon. I think they were a vital part of the show; Lin, in all four seasons and then Su and her family in the last two. I'm not going to get into all the reasons for that; I've expressed them before, on multiple occasions, and you are welcome to browse my blog to find them.

Why I am I so into them?

Well for one thing, when Korra started I was 43 years old, married and with two kids (who were 9 at the time). I'd been married twice; the first one had ended in divorce (in very large part because I wanted kids and he said he did and then changed his mind). (The second one would end not long after the show finished due to her death but we weren’t quite there yet.)

The Beifong sisters were made for me.

Lin was canonically a few years older than me at the time, yes, but Su and I were both 45 when she arrived in Season 3. There's absolutely something to be said for seeing canonically middle-aged characters - especially female characters! - on screen. In Su's case, she was the only mother of underage children in the entire ATLA/TLOK franchise that had any kind of a rounded presentation. (The rest of the mothers with underage children in the show are either off-screen, briefly shown before being killed/disappearing or are a pretty flat presentation, and yeah, I do include Pema in that.) Su Beifong was there in all her imperfect glory, fiercely loving her children and still fucking it up. I loved her relationship with her kids, messy and all.

And Christ, I don't even know what to say about Lin. If you don't see Lin Beifong as the actual living, breathing heart of that show then you and I are watching a different show, obviously.

I grew up on my mother's side with a loud, up in everyone's business, messy Catholic family, and the Zaofu Beifongs reminded me of that. Add an estranged Lin into the mix and it was a thing of glory. The ferociously ugly depth of feeling between the sisters when Lin shows up in Zaofu after 30+ years of estrangement - Su showing off, clearly still desperate to get her sister's attention and approval with all the humblebragging and nasty little digs into her sister's romantic status, Lin refusing to accept that her sister might have changed and that she herself might be part of the problem here - just explodes into that earthbending fight where they are pretty clearly catching up with all the anger, abandonment and hurt for the past 30 years. It's fantastic and so very real. And then how painfully excited Su is when Lin finally talks to her, already making plans that Lin will come and live there - and yet she's still Su, sending the kids off behind Lin’s back with the jeep. (The fact that Lin gets so pissed off at the clearly capable Krew taking off tells us more about how she feels about the four of them than anything else, something which I am sure Su, who treats her young twins almost as adults when it comes to their bending, certainly noticed.) And how Lin, whom we've never heard apologize for anything, speaks candidly and yes, even lovingly to her niece, supporting her choices the way her own mother never did for her and helping to solidify Opal's choice to leave home.

That moment, at the end of Season 3, when the two of them look into each other's eyes and Lin puts her hand to her baby sister's face? AAAAAAGH! Su saving Lin by killing P'Li is just gorgeous; as is Lin stepping back from a poisoned Korra, recognizing that Su is going to do a better job than she is. They trust each other in those moments, despite the hurt, despite all the time apart. It's not that those things in the past never happened - the scarring of Lin's face, Su's abandonment by her mother - they clearly did, and neither one tries to deny it. Both sisters carry scars inside. But the love and trust they shared as girls is still there, and never more apparent in Season 3's finale.

And that's just season 3! And the sisters! We're not even getting into the kids and the husband and the ex-boyfriend and god forbid, the mother not to mention all the shit that rolls down in season 4. Hell, I think it’s made pretty clear that in the three year gap between seasons 3 and 4 Lin and Su are rebuilding their relationship together, rock by rock, and that’s an entire wealth of material to delve into as well.

Now I’m 53 and through the other end of menopause, my twins are nearly 20 and believe me, there’s some insight into both Beifong sisters at their ages of 54 and 48 when the show finishes as well. Something I’ve certainly taken advantage of as a fic writer.

It's absolutely everything I personally love in terms of character dynamics. Sure I enjoy writing romance! And I do write it. But I'll never stop loving the Beifong family dynamic, and as long as I write in this fandom I'll be writing about it.