#to himself without a push aaaaaa

[kxllerblond]

laying in bed feral over how adaptable clark is as a romantic partner. he's stubborn and opinionated and isn't afraid to let his partner know when he thinks they're doing something dumb or wrong. But he's also helpful, he'll give suggestions and alternatives. And he's supportive at the end of the day. Even if he doesn't agree, he's going to support them in some capacity. He can be firm and push when he needs to but knows when to be delicate and give space. Just aaaaaa. So much effort to beat that part of him down but it still so blatantly manifests in how he loves and cares.

[st0ryf1lms]

is it really you? ➳ ken sato

pairing: ken sato x reader

word count: 866

genre/warnings: fluff, sort of a crack fic, 3+1 things, wrote this with a sarcastic tone LMAO, a bit of profanity, grammatical errors most likely (wrote this at 1AM), reader uses fem pronouns

synopsis: the 3 times kenji sato swore he saw you, and the 1 time he actually saw you.

a/n: yes, i'm finally giving in to the kenji sato brainrot HUHUHUH if i had known he was the reason my writer's block would disappear, would've watched the movie sooner i'm ngl edit: AAAAAA WHAT 600+ NOTES??? U GUYS ARE INSANEEE I LOVE YOU ALL this is now up on my ao3!!

At the New Tokyo Dome at his first game as a Giants player

Maybe he was just dreaming, maybe it was the fatigue actually catching up to him ever since he hopped off that plane, or maybe he did actually see you in that stadium amongst the crowd cheering his name. You, as in his childhood best friend, arguably one of the best parts of his childhood in Japan before leaving for LA. You, as in the childhood best friend he never got to say a proper goodbye to. You, as in the childhood best friend whom he always missed and cried to his mom about whenever he'd get homesick. (You, as in the childhood best friend he'd harbored a secret crush on as a kid. As an adult? Psh, what sane person gets hung up on a person who must've forgotten him all those years ago. Not Ken Sato, for sure, yeah, uh-huh.) He'd never know for certain, of course, because as he was about to stop and look, a Kaiju crashed a KDF plane into the ceiling of the stadium.

KAIJU ALERT, his watch blared in an angry red face. He sighed, making his way to the nearest stadium exit and heading towards the dimly-lit part of the street by the stadium. Not without stopping for a split second because he thought he saw your silhouette. Silhouette, really? My God, Kenji, pull yourself together, he told himself. Of course, that wouldn’t be your silhouette because he definitely doesn’t know what you look like anymore, what food you like, what your job is, how you held up after he left for LA. Of course, he doesn’t know that.

Shaking off any more thoughts of you, Kenji turned into his giant alter-ego to fight off the Kaiju wreaking havoc on the streets of Tokyo. (a distraction, really, as Mina would say.)

2. On a grocery run looking exhausted as hell.

It had been two weeks since he took in the baby kaiju in his basement and Kenji Sato has never been more exhausted. If you ask him, exhausted would be an understatement. Nevertheless, his mind was actually alive (much to Mina's surprise) because he swears this time, that he actually saw you. With his own two eyes. As if locked in a daze, he secretly followed you like a lost puppy with a push cart in the grocery store before realizing you were heading for the exit. He stopped in his tracks as the doors opened for you, realizing the items he got weren't paid for yet.

Begrudgingly, he went back inside the grocery and got the rest of the items he needed before going back to his house.

Next time, I swear, I'll talk to her, Kenji said to himself as he drove back to his place.

3. During Emi's acid reflux rampage.

Shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself like a mantra as he zoomed across the streets of Tokyo on his bike, trying to chase after the pink baby kaiju that somehow escaped his basement that he explicitly placed under the care of Mina (in case you couldn’t tell, he's definitely glaring at his AI assistant). Looking at the construction site beside him as he sat in traffic, an idea popped in his head. He could use that to give him a boost to quickly get to the baby. He rode up the makeshift ramp and turned into his giant alter-ego, catching his bike in time.

"Holy shit." He froze. Goddammit, had he really been that careless? Changing in front of a civilian? Nervously chuckling, he turned around to face the owner of the voice, mentally preparing his response [read: excuse] only to be wide-eyed and speechless. The owner of the voice was you. You, as in his childhood best friend, whom he's been trying to catch up with ever since he landed in Japan.

"What the fuck! Ultraman is Ke-" You exclaimed before you got rudely interrupted by the giant superhero. "Hey, shhh! Can we, like, stay quiet on this matter? I know I don't have an NDA right now but my bike will suffice, I guess. I'll get it back from you, I swear, I just really have to take care of this right now. Treat you to our usual spot? Thanks!" He said frantically before running away to take care of his huge baby problem.

Not really the best way to reconnect with your childhood best friend.

+1. After the battle at sea with the KDF.

"Hey, sorry for being late, had to take care of something." He apologized as he jogged up to you on your usual hang-out spot when you were children. You reassured him, saying that you had just arrived, too. "I didn't know what kinda stuff you eat now as an athlete superstar so I just went for the safest convenience store options." You said sheepishly, holding up the plastic bags with a weary smile. "I don't mind, I actually like convenience store snacks." He beamed on how you still remember what he used to like as a kid.

"So, Ken Sato, gonna explain?"

"Oh, you're gonna want to sit down for this."

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

SCHLATT WITH A GODDESS STUNNING BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS PRETTY GF ^_^

AAAAAA I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE WITH THIS AS AN UGLY GAY MAN BUT ILL DO MY BEST

will NOT shut up about how gorgeous you are

walks with your hand in his and stares down anyone who looks at you too long for his liking

bragger, absolutely gets piss drunk at a creator party and starts showing and telling everyone how impossibly perfect you are

gets so jealous and insecure when guys come up to you and brush him off as just your friend

then you kiss his fuming face before he has a chance to knock the guy out

if one of your more conventionally attractive friends, or a pretty streamer starts talking to you, he backs down like a wounded puppy

like 2 minutes into the convo you go to look at him to see if he's okay and you just go :0 cause where the FUCK is he and HOW did you lose him

you excuse yourself to go find your self pitying boyfriend

he's pouting, drunk, cheek to the table in front of him

sees you and he perks up

doesnt even think about letting you know he's sad

he has to be a big burly man man for his perfect god/ess

put you see his puffy eyes and sniffles

"hey big guy, what's wrong? social battery that dead?" you say as you move the two of you to the door, ready to Irish goodbye it outta there

you can see him brace himself, "nuthin's wrong toots, you should get back to ya conversation" he leans to press a kiss to your forehead

"im not going anywhere without you bub" you gently pull his collar to make him lean down before covering his face in kisses

you can hear multiple shouts of course words from anyone that thought they had a chance with you realizing you really ARE taken by schlatt

you both decide to call it a night after schlatt popped a "problem" in his trousers

you notice he's grumpy about 5 minutes into the drive

"what's wrong baby :(" you pry, sad that the love of your life is sad

"nuthin' toots..." he mutters quietly

"don't sound like nuthin'"

"you're just too good for me 's all" he finally snaps, tears running down his face

youre finally home though

he gets out to walk to your side and open the door (always a gentleman)

you rush to hug him, tell him all the reasons you love him, and only him-

but the bitch ran inside already

you feel like a heeled usaine bolt as you patter and clack after the man as soon as you notice

TIMESKIP

you have schlatt pinned to the ground, his leg between yours and yours between his

he's stopped crying, eyes puffy and red, lips bitten and swollen (so very kissable), overall way too cute to think he wasn't enough for you

you both pant, trying to catch your breaths before talking things out

"I,,, love.,,,,,,,, YOU,,,, dumbass,,," you sound like you ran a marathon cause you basically did to find him in the absurdly big house

"why-" he starts before you capture his lips in a very passionate and hurried kiss, a ploy to stall so you can get your thoughts together

you break away "your smile" you kiss his forehead

"your laugh" you kiss his left cheek

"your mind" you kiss his right cheek

"your kindness with me" you kiss his nose

"and finally, your sexy body" you kiss him deeply again

he hasn't even caught his breath yet, calm down

NSFW

you feel something hard and hot pressing against your leg as you tangle your fingers in his hair

you move one hand down to lightly stroke him over his pants and boxers, eliciting a deep moan from the man under you

he takes an opening, that wasn't really there, to flip the two of you over "fuck,,, wanna take this to the bedroom, doll" he pants

you nod hard enough to send your hair everywhere like whips

he helps you stand before taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and pushing you to lay down

he plants hot wet kisses down your form between declarations of love and reminders of your beauty as slightly tipsy and very eager fingers work to take off your shorts and underwear before lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders

he is DIVING in, the man is pussy STARVED and READY to EAT

might continue this later/another day

sorry if this isn't what you wanted, my fingers took me on a journey nobody was prepared for

[merakiui]

OMG that cliche in slasher movies where the couple hooks up and the guy walks off and gets killed by the slasher, then the slasher walks into the room and the girl assumes that it's her partner until she's killed.

That with slasher Azul.

You go on a vacation and hook up with some stranger, leading to steamy blindfolded sex. He walks off for a few minutes to get some water, only for him to come back fairly quickly and is suddenly acting very different in bed. Unaware that your bedmate had just been killed and replaced by Azul.

Or one of those typical college slashers where you and your boyfriend decide one night to do some masked slasher/victim roleplay. He walks off to get some "tools", only for him to come back without anything and being oddly quiet. The night moving foward like usual as you try to push him to keep the roleplay going and say something seductive. Only for the voice behind the mask to not be your boyfriend's but instead Azul who's now ranting about all the things he wants to do to you and how perfect it is that you find this kind of scenerio arousing.

I hope that isn't too weird or horny for you. I just needed to ramble.

AAAA YES YES!!!! OTL both of these ideas are so good omg!!! Hooking up with a stranger who is soon replaced by slasher Azul...... feeling his teeth in your neck as he kisses and nips at the area, and you giggle at how eager he seems. Clumsy and inexperienced, but you don't mind. He doesn't speak, but you can hear every hitch of his breath when he sinks into you, slow and sweet and deep. Aaaaaa just imagine the horror that eventually dawns on you when the blindfold is pulled down and you're looking at a man you've never seen or met before, his face speckled with blood, his eyes so very blue in the dim light. And suddenly you realize the stranger you were initially with is nowhere to be found and there's a pungent smell in the air and this man in front of you is acting strangely and claiming he loves you and !!!!!! >_<

Omg and the roleplay....... Azul who is so happy you're enjoying this! That means you'll surely accept him when he reveals himself to you, right? What starts as completely consensual roleplay soon becomes non-con when you realize this man isn't your boyfriend behind the mask. Your boyfriend's dead in the next room over, and Azul has happily taken his place as a very real masked killer!!! Lifting the mask only slightly so that you can see that lovesick smile of his....... seeing the mask itself is bloody and now you're struggling with more determination, desperate to get away. But to Azul this is just part of the scene you're both acting out.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

John getting drunk Santino home (Santino tripped over his own feet)

Hiiiii :3 This really veered off of the prompt aaaaaa it's not exactly the same thing, but it is filled with DRAMA!

(Also, this picture is pure gold. I think it’s saved on my Pinterest in like three places and it makes me feel something every time I see it.)

🖤💙 Walking Home 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, arguing

It was a brilliantly clear night in the streets of Rome. The cobblestones were scattered with flecks of golden lamplight and the moon perched its yellow hemisphere low on the horizon, echoing the distant domes of cathedrals. But John Wick had rarely felt his heart sit so heavily in his chest.

The evening had started off well enough. It was the third day of a getaway to Rome, which John had requested in an effort to keep Santino from working himself to death, and which Santino had agreed to because he never missed an excuse to pamper his “little guard dog”. After sleeping in and spending the day exploring museums and old shops, they’d finally ended up in a gorgeous restaurant and bar that John would never have noticed if Santino hadn’t been familiar with the area. It was there that the waiter mistook them for a married couple. John turned the same color as the tomato passata and said he thought that was very sweet. That he could picture it.

Santino disagreed. “What, you want to settle down and get married? Be serious, John.”

“And you don’t?”

He scoffed. “Me? Married? I can’t imagine a worse life, honestly. Well, I might have to marry for an alliance one day, but - ”

“You’re telling me you don’t see a future for us?”

And from there, things…escalated.

John had stormed out and found himself walking, weaving through crooked streets without really seeing them, replaying the memories of their argument over and over in his head. He winced again, thinking of the look on Santino’s face at the idea of marriage. It stabbed him right in the heart every time, to think that growing old together disgusted Santino so much. But why should he be surprised? He was just a killer, and Santino was a prince.

He found his footsteps heading for the Continental, since he had no intention of returning to the D’Antonio estate that night. Clearly this was the end of things between them. Why did he let himself get so attached in the first place? He was on a narrow, residential street that slanted downwards sharply enough to give him sight of rooftops stretching away, and to see that he was completely alone. He stopped, fought with himself for half a moment…but if he was going to break down anywhere, it might as well be here. He slumped forward into his hands and just let himself cry.

It was then that he heard someone calling his name.

“John, che - che cazzo ci fai qui? Stronzo. Devi seguirmi. [John – what the – what the fuck are you doing here? You asshole. You must be following me.]”

He opened his eyes to see the small, lithe figure that had emerged from some side street, dark curls glowing in the lamplight. He bristled and tried to wipe at his face before Santino could see anything. “I did NOT – “ but he stopped short. Something didn’t seem right about the way Santino was moving. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am! Me and the pinot grigio made our own fun without you. We even invited the whiskey. What do…wait…are you okay?” Santino had reached him by this point and absently patted a hand against his cheek, feeling tears.

“Hey, stop it…” But John could smell the alcohol on his breath. Both anger and hurt had instantly drowned in concern.  “You’re drunk.”

“You’re crying. Don’t cry…” Santino was clingy in this state, his arms wrapping around John’s neck and his forehead butting into his chest. John didn’t know what to do with himself. The impulse was to hug him back but after the way they’d fought, he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

“Why do you care? I thought…” I thought we were broken up… “You know what, never mind. What are you doing out here? Where’s Ares?”

He pushed off of John’s chest again and stumbled a few steps. “I told her to leave me alone! Just…wanna go home…I think it was that way…” Home was not, in fact, that way.

John shuddered at the thought of the perils inherent in an important, highly recognizable man like Santino wandering unguarded through the streets, too drunk to defend himself. Guilt settled deep in his stomach. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.” He fell into step with Santino, his eyes glued to him with concern and an arm hovering behind his back in case he lost balance. “The Continental is near here. We’ll go there, get a car, find Ares. Okay?”

Santino waved a hand dismissively but he couldn’t carry the gesture at all right now. “Don’t…don’t hover! I can walk.” His shoe hit an odd cobblestone and at that steep angle, it sent him reeling forward. John caught him around the waist before he could go down. He waited to be pushed away but Santino just leaned against him, and this time John couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around him. He felt so damn confused, but at least he’d rather be uncertain they were broken up than certain of it.

As if in answer to his thoughts, Santino let his weight fall against him even harder, pushing him back against a lamppost, and slurred, “Non posso essere quello che vuoi, John. Non sono... semplice. Pensi che potrei essere un marito? Guardami. Un litigio e... [I can’t be wha- you want, John. I’m not…simple. You think I could be a husband? Look at me. One fight and…]” He waved an arm across his dishevelment.

John opened his mouth to insist that he'd be a beautiful husband, even like this, but he still wasn’t done. “Vuoi che sia gentile e normale e non lo sono, ok? Sono un mostro, John. Non voglio sposarmi e vivere in qualche piccolo sobborgo a cuocere biscotti. Voglio metterti in mostra davanti alla Tavola Alta e poi sputargli in faccia. Sputare... sputare proiettili in faccia. Voglio scoparti finché... finché non sarò morto e ti amerò oltre la tomba. [You want me to be gentle and normal and I’m not, okay? I am a freak, John. I don’t want to get married and live in some little suburb baking cookies. I want to show you off in front of the High Table and then spit in their faces. Spit…spit bullets in their faces. I want to fuck you until…until I’m dead and love you beyond the grave.]”

John exhaled helplessly, beyond the powers of speech. He tipped his head back for a moment, eyes fixed on the vast chasm between the stars in a way that made him feel like he was falling upward for infinity. His hands were curled around Santino’s arm almost painfully, twisting the fabric. As soon as he found his tongue again, “È quello che voglio. Non mi interessa un pezzo di carta. E non mi interessa dove viviamo o se facciamo parte della Tavola. Non mi interessa nemmeno se avremo mai pace. Voglio TE. [That’s what I want. I don’t care about a piece of paper. And I don’t care where we live or whether we’re a part of the Table. I don’t even care if we ever have peace. I want YOU.]”

“Allora... di che cazzo stiamo discutendo? [Then…what the fuck are we arguing about?]”

John wasn’t sure which one of them started laughing first, but it wound up with lips and teeth pressed together, and Santino tugging hard on his lapels. And it ended with their gazes locked together, two stupidly sweet smiles matching the big “D” of the half moon.

He pulled Santino’s arm over his shoulder and started walking. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”

[thechaoticplayer]

Hi you lovely person! May I please request smut where you help Hex 'relax ;)' because this poor man is so stressed and depressed. Being the student council therapist is a hard job after all! :( also the brainrot has been real since he talked about how men need to moan more during sex- Thank you!

Author's note: AAAAAA A REQUESTED HEX SMUT VAMOS VAMOS VAMOOSSSS TY YES THIS IS PERFECT (THIS IS SO FUCKING SHORT WTFFFF)

Summary: Hex Haywire, the student council therapist, always seems so exhausted after doing his job. So you decide to help him "relax" in his office. Contains: NSFW content, praising, a blowjob, fucking in an office where anyone could walk in at any time but who gives a fuck, relaxing Hex haywire, some fluff at the end, none of my works are proofread so yeah sorry if theres mistakes MDNI or dont I dont give a damn

"Darling," you start, shutting the door softly with a click behind you. "You seem stressed. What's wrong?"

Hex rubs his temple with a drawn out sigh. He seems more stressed than usual. Which was usual and at the same time, unusual. Shouldering many people's pain is a rough job, but he looks completely drained. You couldn't possibly imagine what it would be like, being in his shoes.

"Nothing baby, just..." Hex pushes up his glasses, but it's still lopsided. "A long day, that's all."

You navigate around the wide mahogany desk and he turns his chair towards you, arms extended. You smile gently and climb into his lap, arms around his neck. Hex buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You run your fingers through his hair. "How about I make you feel better? Relax?"

Hex looks up, studying your face. A smirk tugs at his mouth. "What are you suggesting?"

You can't help but smirk back. "An efficient relaxing method perhaps."

"Feeling shameless today, hmm?" Hex squeezes your waist with a soft chuckle. "I'm not opposed to it, but are you sure?"

"Isn't that my duty? to take care of my stressed boyfriend?" You reply, sliding off his lap and kneeling on the floor, your hands on his belt. Hex gazes down at you, his eyes seeming like they're glowing. Glowing with need. "Just sit back and relax, and I'll take all the stress away."

You unbuckle his pants and unzip, his cock straining against the cloth. You take it out of its restraints, your hand around his member.

"Don't be afraid to spit on it baby," Hex says, voice deepening as he watches you. You do so without hesitation. "That's my girl."

You rub your thighs together, gathering friction for the growing heat between your legs. Your hand goes up and down Hex's cock as you look up and watch his eyes flutter closed, mouth parted slightly.

"Just like that..." he murmurs.

You lick a stripe from the base to the tip and Hex shivers slightly. As you travel up, you take the tip into your mouth and suck lightly, earning a breathy moan in response.

You stop halfway of his cock because holy shit it was big and there was no way in hell you could fit it all, so you stroke the lower half. While hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard and Hex's hand grips your hair.

"Fuck, that's good," he pants, moaning softly. "Keep going keep... mm..."

You trace a vein with your tongue as Hex pants above you, a hand covering his mouth as he struggled to keep a low volume. He praised you constantly, making you moan against his cock. The vibrations make his cock twitch. Hex could feel himself getting closer but he wanted more.

Hex, with his grasp on you, pulls you off his cock with a pop. Breathing hard, he stares you in the eye. "Ride me."

You scramble up to your feet without pause, getting on top of him as Hex assisted discarding your underwear. His hands finding home on your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto his length.

You both release a moan once he's sheathed inside your warmth. The stretch hurts so good. Your walls hug his cock perfectly, and it made him hungry to feel you even more.

"Can you move sweetheart?" Hex rumbles in your ear, nails digging into your skin.

You nod obediently, raising your hips up before slamming back down.

"Fuck!" Hex exclaims and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You rise up and down and his head is thrown back. "Just like that! God, you're so fucking perfect-"

Your tits bounce up and down, your legs quivering as you rode him hard. Hex adjusts himself so he can rolls his hips into you and you let out a moan, pressing your mouth against his neck and biting down.

You could feel him moving inside you, his cock ramming into you and hitting the spongy bit inside. Hex's noises loud in your ear, his breaths ragged. You had to grab his biceps for stability, afraid you'd fall off from how rough you two were going.

"I'm close baby, 'm close," he breathes against your skin, licking from your neck to your ear and sending shivers up your spine.

"Me too," you gasp, the heat pooling in your lower stomach. You feel yourself squeeze around Hex's length and he groans at the feeling.

"Cum with me love," Hex rasps. You nod earnestly as the coil in you grew tighter and tighter and-

A strangled noise rips from your throat as Hex's seed coats your walls, your own cum envelopes his cock. Hex groans loudly, digging his nails so deep it was sure to leave small crescent shape Mark's for the next few days.

You press against his chest, shuddering from the hard orgasm. Hex wraps his arms around you and you feel his fast heartbeat matching with yours as you rest in each other's embrace. Both heartbeats slow down in tandem, and Hex is practically purring as he holds you.

"How was... that? Do you feel relaxed?" You ask, a bit tired to get off him and it appeared he was also not willing to pull out of you so soon.

"That was perfect love," Hex says, and you can feel his voice rumble deep in his chest. he gives you a brilliant smile, kissing you affectionately. "Thank you so much. You never cease to amaze me."

You cup his cheek and he leans into it. Giggling softly, you return the kiss on his forehead. You also fix his lopsided glasses. "You're welcome, darling. Anything for you."

Hex cuddles against your chest and you laugh. He mumbles compliments and a soft but discernable, 'I love you' and your heart swells. You bury your face in his hair.

"I love you too."

[catcze]

APHRODITE APHRODITE APHRODITE OMG OMG HI ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU POSTING !!! and about WRIOSTHSDFJS HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINE.

i have so many unsavory thoughts about his handcuffs....... his broad shoulders.......... his fluffy hair.......... omg he is so dogboy HE IS SO GERMAN SHEPARD CODED????? LIKE PLS SIR GROW EARS SO I CAN PET YOU ??????? i just wanna give his head pats and scritches while he lays his head on my lap 🥰🥰🥰 im such a sucker for that ong I JUST LOVE HIM HES SO FINE I CANT WAIT TO HAVE HIM

(sidenote also hurt/comfort wrapping his fists after he gets into a fight without his gloves ?? BLOODY KNUCKLES KINDA....... JUST KISSING HIS HANDS WHICH ARE SURELY SCARRED FROM THAT TYPE OF FIGHTING)

REN BABY HEYYYYYYY <33 I MISSED U !!!!

MY GOD SO TRUEEEE 😭😭 bro he is so fine forreal holy shit ;;;; there is just smth about him that !!! AHSDHAJKSBS I can't even word it but omg his vibes are just so off the chart 👀

AND YESSS My god just soft moments with Wriothesley,,, BRO could you just imagine how he would met into your touch, and how he would sorta push his head up into your hand when it pets and plays with his hair? and how, if you stop, he'd open his eyes and give you a little glare until you get back to it, then and only then will he close his eyes back up and lean back into your lap.

AN D UFUALKMDS THE HAND WRAPPING LORD HAVE MERCY;; the urge to write this fic after u mentioned it??? aaAAAA

Like him trying to do it himself at first, since he's experienced in patching himself up after his fights and he doesn't want to bother you with something like this, but he immediately caves when you see it, gasp, and then take his hand in yours to help. And oh you're so busy with spreading ointment on his split knuckles and wrapping it so gently in bandages, worried that you're doing it too loosely or too tightly, that you don't even see the way his gaze on you is so fond. He holds still for you, places his hand on your lap so you can tend to it, and does his best to assure you that he's fine, dearest. Wriothesley doesn't think his heart can take much more, seeing you dote on him and care for his worn and scarred hands–– then you raise his hands to your lips and give it the gentlest of pecks, then turn his palms over and pepper small kisses over every scar you know is hidden under the bandages. All the way from his hands, to his wrists, then migrating to his face and up to his lips. And it's all he can do to contain himself when his heart feels like it's going to jump right out of his chest.

("Be careful next time, okay?"

"I promise, my love."

"And find me when you need help, please. It makes me feel better knowing I can help you like this. Knowing that you're cared for."

and as if he thinks you couldn't make him love you any more than he already does, you just go and prove him wrong.)

[truths33k3r4]

question!! what are the turtles’ favorite genres of music/artists?

Okay I thought I could fit in drawing more panels for asks, but UHHHHHHHHH NOPE- Christmas be kicking my shell right now HAHA

Anyways!

(The Strength in Weakness spoilers- ish below!)

Mikey has always loved to dance around and sing the corniest and fluffiest of pop songs. If it has a catchy beat, he doesn't really care for what the lyrics are, as long as he can shimmy and jammy-jam to said tune. :) He has the most naturally talented voice out of all the brothers, so he really enjoys BURSTING into songs at the drop of the hat, especially if it would cheer up his family. If I had to guess what kinds of songs he would like, they would probably be "Get Back Up Again" (From Trolls), "Smile" (From the Sidewalk Prophets), and "Wouldn't You Like" (From Epic the Musical).

Don does not really enjoy listening to songs with lyrics, but rather soundtracks of his favorite movies. Thanks to the fact that the music has no words, he's able to focus more on the task at hand. He also loves to sway to the music and pick apart the separate instruments used with each track. The soundtracks he would listen to would be "Narnia", "Pirates of the Caribbean", and "How to Train Your Dragon". Being cooped up in his office or the lair all the time, he doesn't often get the chance to go out and be in the world up top. So he chooses to let his music tell him just how incredible it is, even if he can't always see it.

Raph needs to have some type of music playing whenever he's drawing. It just feels so incredibly WRONG without the inspirational tunes that really encourage his creativity. The songs he would listen to would be "Seize the Day" (From Newsies), "Get Off of My Back" (From Spirit Stallion of the Cimmaron), and "Immortals" (From Big Hero 6). IF he's in a good enough mood, he may even find himself singing along to a few alongside Mikey or Don. (Though Don doesn't have a very powerful singing voice, he still can hold a note).

Leo and Lotus eventually find a great hobby that both of them enjoy, and that would be listening to music while putting together a puzzle. As they both organize the pieces, (Leo especially being more meticulous with what colors go where), they will sit and hum to soundtracks. Like his freckled brother, Leo truly enjoys music that makes him think, but doesn't have any lyrics. Soundtracks have a way of distracting his brain from all his stressful decisions, helping him to focus on finding out how the music changes the way he feels. It also helps that with soundtracks he doesn't have the urge to sing, seeing how he despises his singing voice... He prefers to listen to "Lord of the Rings", "Into the Spiderverse", and "The Lion King".

Lotus finds a soothing sense of calm when she's listening to music. It somehow pushes away her anxieties and fears, and lets her just- breathe. Like Leo, she sways and hums to the soundtracks, sometimes even adding little "oooo"s and "aaaaaa"s if she feels it's needed.

The brothers will find out that music and singing is one of the best ways to calm Lotus if she's having a panic attack, or waking up from a nightmare. (As you will soon seeee)

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it took so long to get to this!! And I hope you have a Merry Christmas!!!

~ Melissa

[rainbow-journalist]

Silly sketches

Hi, I made some small doobles, without details, just sketches, yesterday on the table, unfortunately I didn't do it in the notebook, and I had to erase it, so I thought: "why not try to draw this digitally?"

I had made some characters that I would like to make a complete drawing of, buuuuuuut, I'm lazy, and my style isn't that good, even though I've already done the others. The characters present here are the ones that I find interesting for the plot and therefore, I wanted to see how they look in my style. Also, sorry for the bad English and the huge text below. These are not good drafts anyway.

Let's go with the first one!

........I-I can explain.

I was thinking about chapter 4, and I was looking at drawings by this artist (Yakou looks great in their style!) so I was curious, how I could draw Yakou in my style, Also....eh, does he look good in a security uniform? It made me wonder a little bit and that's why Yuma was there in the background...that was very suspicious.

I confess that I wasn't drawing him much yesterday, he actually looks pretty good here? I'm having trouble drawing his hair in a way that I like and am satisfied with. I know, I need to practice more, draw him more, I would like to draw him with Yuma. (kokolight?), but I'm lazy, and I have to draw Vivia more, help!!

I swear to you, she was the one I loved drawing the most yesterday, it's not the best sketch you'll see, but I loved her!! I would like to draw her more often, I love imagining that she became Makoto's right hand, and she protects him, I can see her as a great fighter. I love seeing the dynamics of a female character protecting a male character, especially because Makoto is too small and fragile for him to fight alone, and she has an umbrella, She can protect him from the rain while strolling around Kanai Ward, right? I want to do something with it.....!! aaaaaa

I loved drawing him too, I also like to imagine that he continues by Makoto's side and in Amaterasu, Seth could be someone from the medical sector, I like to imagine him and Martina protecting Makoto, and being loyal to him in every decision the CEO makes, and supporting his relationships as well. Also, they might be worried about Makoto is pushing himself too hard at work after the game, they would probably support the boss taking a break. Seth deserves the best, and I think he looks cute in my style.

last one

Stop thinking about Makoto, Ugh 🙄✋

Yomi seemed the easiest for draw his hair, still having trouble making the outfit, but the hair is much easier. I've never drawn him and the others before, so I get obsessed at first with trying to make them as close to Canon as possible, after days of drawing the same thing, I manage to adapt a style for them, Like, they were an alternate version of the game version. I try to make them as recognizable as possible. This is the case with my version of Makoto and Yuma, my current obsession.

Still thinking about chapter 4, I may not like Yomi, but he can be interesting... I think of him as the fake villain in terms of narrative. Tw: spoilers

Yomi continues to be a villain who does bad things, but the narrative tries to make you believe that he is the true villain of the game, while Makoto is the mastermind, the true antagonist of the game, Got it? Yomi is like bait for you to believe that he is the only evil, even though Makoto's motivations are noble, and he hates Yomi's actions, there's still that thing. I was also thinking about a Boss fight, Genshin Impact Scaramouche style, where you would use Yakou, Yuma, Vivia, Shinigami and Makoto, as the main playable characters in the fight, Yomi would be your opponent, and every time you used Makoto in the fight, he would have exclusive lines just for the CEO.

Also, thinking about Makoyomi ship, it's a toxic ship that people like, huh? I like to imagine Makoto annoying Yomi every single day, even post game. I don't know if I'll draw this in the future.

Ok, I think the end now, I don't have much more to say, they are small drafts that I wish I had done in the notebook, because they were better yesterday, Also, this was just an excuse for me to show which characters I want to draw in the future, besides the ones I've already shown here and my favorites. ✨

[henghost]

Twig Liveblog for Arc 13

aaaaaa ‼️‼️‼️ idk if i've metabolized my thoughts enough to be fully coherent about them but i feel like i'll burn alive if i don't get them out, so:

it's like, after 3.1-10: "oh this is fun! a little cat and mouse game with the lambs." then after 3.11: "i am ready to commit grievous acts of violence." the earlier chapters are nonetheless worth discussing as without them there could not be such a "devastating" fifth-act catastrophe. particularly the communication experiments fascinated me. what a perfect metaphor! what if a radio could feel fear? what if a a radio could feel love? might we not also ask--what if a weapon could feel horny?

of course the lillian perspective deserves special attention as well. even before she says so explicitly, we understand that she is "ruined." there is her drug use, her physiological response to even the smallest mention of sy. this is perhaps the anatomical effect of being so close as the lambs, who are essentially a single organism: losing one, especially the one to whom you were closest, is like cutting off a limb. poor girl! like the rest of them she's wrapped up in shit too vast to possibly understand much less overcome.

helen is also going through it :( maybe she'll be the next one to join sy... mary's perspective is also quite rough--this is when i realized that this sy guy is on a level of psychosis i hadn't really considered before lmao.

and then at last there's That Scene with lillian, which reads at first like some kind of fanfiction--some kind of fanfiction lillian herself might have written--complete with typically teenaged overdetail, melodramatic descriptions of flushes, body heat, etc., till finally there's a sort of "surrealist coup," we realize we are too deep in sy's subjectivity to understand the reality of the situation, there's a break, we are lost.

it's all just so (say the line, henghost!) freudian... one of freud's most correct insights is that eros permeates all aspects of life, and therefore that to deny, suppress, or compartmentalize it cannot achieve anything but to make it sick, make the host neurotic. for example, instead of simply fucking your best friend who's clearly into you, you might design an obscenely elaborate rube goldberg type contraption throughout a monument to your darkest trauma (that psychotic fucking carnival orphanage lmao) in order to "win" your ex back. it is wrong, therefore, though understandable, to say that sy has "castrated himself"--it would be more accurate to say that wyvern has his dick twisted up in knots while he's still trying to get hard, poor guy. (by the way, i really have to write something about how wyvern is an allegory for ssri's lol.)

i won't even broach the moral ambiguity, though i'm sure there's something interesting to be said about it--for me, it's like asking about the morality of a withered tree or oedipus rex. and it really is that sophoclean: it was doomed to happened; it was fate. it is written into jamie's dna. sy is a gun who wants, and a gun cannot help but fire. libido is the engine pushing us down a railway designed at best by deus sive natura or at worst by the Academy. i feel fucking sick to my stomach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nonetheless, i found it life-affirming. it's pessimistic, yes, but it's a pessimism of strength.

anyway, i've gotta give kudos to the author. for all the (deserved) shit i've given him, the wildbow of twig is clearly a far more mature writer than the wildbow of worm.

i must also--since this the last recorded arc for the audiobook!!--shoutout kim dauber, who provided professional-level audibook-reading for free!!! it's possible my reading will slow down without it :(

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

hi!!! 🩷 i've been a lurker for a little while but i LOVEEE your writing and when i saw you were doing ship requests i just had to send in an ask. if ship requests are closed though, totally feel free to ignore this hehe

i'm a female (she/her), my charm point is probably my thicker eyebrows and my personal/dress style is androgynous but leaning a little towards masculine. my myers-briggs is ISTP, i'm a bit of a realist but i love making people laugh and i'm quite laidback. for weaknesses, i can be stubborn at times and get a little too defensive. but in terms of personal strengths, i'm crafty, loyal, the dad friend, and a tough egg to crack. i like living slow, so a few of my hobbies include art, lounging around, and visiting new places :)

my love language is probably physical touch first and words of affirmation second. i'm not picky about looks, but i'd like someone reliable, someone who would be there through thick and thin. they'd probably also be as laid back as i am...i wouldn't mind someone who puts me on a pedestal gomez addams style hehehe. i'm fine with any of the boys, but a few of my faves from bob include bull, toye, luz, and malarkey!

thank you so much for opening up ur requests and i cant wait to read what you write next!!! 🩷🩷🩷

AAAAAA thank you so much for the kind words anon!! I’m sorry this took so long lmao 😅 Thank you for requesting and hope you're having a great day!!

I ship you with…

George Luz! What would we do without George Luz!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - A Kind of Magic by Queen

How you met

Ok so I picture you being an NCO in Luz’s platoon

Very much have the respect of your men and they would follow you off a cliff if that’s where you were going

In Taccoa with Luz first saw you he was just

In absolute awe

The way you handled Sobel’s bullshit while keeping up the morale of your men just… He was in love with you from day 1 but he never acknowledges it, he just thinks he really admires you

Also he loved having someone else to joke with and banter, he’d never admit it but in places like Eindhoven and Bastogne Luz felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, like, he wasn’t the only one trying to make the others laugh to help them through it

So y’all get to the Eagle’s Nest and you and George are sharing a bottle of wine on a couch just vibing and having a lovely time

And then quietly Luz asks “what do you think you’ll do when we get home?”

Then you realize that you and George aren’t gonna be together every day forever

“I’m honestly not sure George, what about you?”

“Well I’m probably gonna go back to Rhode Island, but I’d love to bring a certain someone back with me…”

“...you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

This whole time your voices are getting quieter and y’all are leaning closer to each other until finally your lips touch and holy moly both of y’all are on tOP OF THE WORLD

How he knew he loves you

Ok so I know he said he’s in love with you from day 1 but goofy boy Has No Idea

Sure he realizes he has a crush on you at the Eagle’s Nest but he still has a ways to go lol

So you two are in your apartment on a lazy saturday just relaxing and doing your own things

You’re doing some drawing on the couch and you don’t see Luz just PLOP and glue himself to you

The two of you start laughing and you try (not really) to push him off but you both wind up laying on the couch him spooning you close and tight and you both just feel so happy and safe

And Luz just realizes… this is where he wants to be

Not necessarily on the couch (even though y’all’s couch is mega comfy) but just goofing around with you and snuggling you and talking about everything under the sun

So he turns you around in his arms and looks into your eyes and

“You’re my best friend, I’m in love with you”

And in that moment everything is just Perfect

A conflict and how y’all resolve it

So both of y’all have had hard times at work recently

Nothing too awful, just a bunch of little things and they’ve been piling up for both of y’all

So Luz just got home and went to the kitchen to get you and him a couple glasses of water

And you just hear a glass break followed by a “shit!”

You go into the kitchen and see George trying to sweep up all the glass with a hand broom and dust pan

You crouch down to help him but inadvertently let an aggravated sigh slip past your lips

“I didn’t do this on purpose y’know…” George mutters to you

“I never said you did?”

The two of you start bickering and it grows into something that has you both yelling at each other over you don’t even know what

You go to grumpily put the broken glass in the trash but accidentally get a small cut on your hand in the process

Of course now it’s your turn to shout “shit!” and you make your way over to the sink

George just grows quiet and follows you

He gently takes your hand away from the cut and wordlessly starts cleaning and bandaging the cut for you

“I’m really sorry about all that, work has just been shit this week, every day it feels like there’s something new going on,” his voice is almost a whisper, but you can still detect the sadness and regret

“I’m sorry too… work hasn’t been great for me either…”

You both just quietly vent what’s been going on at your jobs and it ends with Luz engulfing you in one of his trademark Hugs

“I love you so much doll,” he says before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead

The two of you spend the rest of the night just holding each other and watching a funny movie in peace

Your Happily Ever After

Y’all are just the epitome of being with your best friend

You’re always doing things together and it becomes so silly and SO CUTE

It could be anything from being on a fancy dinner date and starting a food fight to playing pranks on each other at home

Like even grocery shopping y’all will just… turn it into this hilarious, wholesome chaos that only comes from being soulmates with someone on your wavelength

Also you two ALWAYS go out together, like, all your friends know they’re getting both of you or neither of you and it’s adorable

Like, everything y’all do with each other is just so easy (heheheheh)

Even when you have the worst days you’re able to fall into each other’s arms and it’s just a breath of fresh air

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Ok so

Y’all talk on the phone to your Easy Boys all the time

But on more than one occasion they’ve mixed up y’all’s voices

Like you’ll pick up the phone and Malarkey will just “Hey George!” without missing a beat

So now y’all have made it into a game

Whenever one of you picks up the phone and it’s an old Easy Buddy you both purposefully try to imitate each other and both of you just get an absolute kick out of it

Perconte has been the only one so far to see through it but everyone else is totally clueless

It backfired a little when you were on the phone and Guarnere went “so how’s engagement ring shopping going?” but that’s another topic for another day

Aaaaa I hope you like it Anon!! Please don't be afraid to message me telling me you saw this lol, I know the feeling of submitting an anon ask and then forgetting about it 🤣 Thank you again for requesting love!! ✨

[katrinawritesthings]

Kibum/Taemin ; aaaaaa; PG

Taemin thinks maybe he has a new mystery on his hands. Or at the very least, a new opportunity to be annoying. His hand is halfway to the door to knock when it opens again. Kibum looks completely normal, not flustered, not annoyed, either, just casual and average, like that didn't just happen. Taemin smiles wide. If he's that determined to avoid it, then it's definitely an opportunity to be annoying.

Taemin, after going through his fifth rummaging around his room, finally stands in the center of it with his hands on his hips. Well. Shit. He guesses it's not in here. Plan B, he decides, and pivots on his heel.

But where would plan B be? The kitchen, Taemin thinks. At least, that's where he last saw Kibum. Taemin will start there and then–

No, never mind, he'll start right at the corner of the hallway, because as soon as he rounds it, Kibum is there at the other end.

He doesn't see Taemin because his face is in his hands as he walks. His face is also vibrantly pink. As Taemin stands there and watches, Kibum screams, silently, a whispered scream from the back of his throat, for the entire time it takes him to walk down the hallway. He stops just in time to reach Taemin and for Taemin to say, "yeah?"

"Oh my fucking - - hello? Fuck you. What do you want. I'm busy. Go away." And with nothing else, just that borderline scream and then garbled mess of words, Kibum turns into his bedroom and slams the door behind him.

Now what was that all about? Taemin thinks maybe he has a new mystery on his hands. Or at the very least, a new opportunity to be annoying. His hand is halfway to the door to knock when it opens again. Kibum looks completely normal, not flustered, not annoyed, either, just casual and average, like that didn't just happen. Taemin smiles wide. If he's that determined to avoid it, then it's definitely an opportunity to be annoying.

"What do you want for real?" he asks. "Sorry."

"Do you have my hat with all of the teeth on the brim?" Taemin asks. First so he doesn't forget his original mission, and second to give himself time to study Kibum before he makes his move.

"Uh," Kibum says, glancing over his shoulder. "Maybe." He pushes his door open wider, but puts his hands on Taemin's arms, telling him without words to stay there. "Give me a minute," he says. Taemin snorts, but obeys, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He's not allowed into Kibum’s whirlwind of a room. Kibum says he'll mess it up, even though it's already disaster in there. Taemin thinks it's just so he can't see the box of sex toys that Kibum never puts away even though he's embarrassed about them.

While Kibum rummages around his room, Taemin studies him, biting his lip. What was that about.

It wasn't anything that Taemin did. He was all pink and flustered before Taemin even saw him. And if it was about him, Kibum would still be pink and grumpy right now. He wouldn't have opened the door, and he wouldn't have apologized. So it has to be something else.

If it was something external, Kibum would be complaining about it right now. That also Taemin knows. He would be getting an earful. So it must be something internal. Something that Kibum did. And if it was something recent, then Kibum wouldn't have gotten over it so quickly. So it was something that Kibum did a long time ago.

When Kibum drops down to his heels after groping around on his top bunk bed for a minute with the hat in his hands, Taemin is smirking. He waits for Kibum to walk up to him, brushing dust off of the hat, to say with completely ingenuine sympathy, "remember something embarrassing from high school?"

Instantly, Kibum slams the door shut in Taemin's face.

But not so fast that Taemin doesn't see him turning red again.

And then, just as fast, the door opens again. Kibum chucks the hat at him and slams the door shut once more before Taemin can even finish fumbling to catch it. Taemin bursts into laughter. Nailed it.

He burns with the curiosity of a thousand suns to know what exact embarrassing high school memory it was, but he knows Kibum will never tell him. So instead, he calms his laughter and then presses his ear against the door. Muffled curses, stumbling steps, the thump of a body on a bed, the creaking of mattress springs. And then, if Taemin listens hard enough, if he stops breathing for a moment, if everything in the universe aligns just right, he can just barely hear more silent screaming.

Music to his ears.

[bonesandthebees]

Wilbur understands. He doesn't agree. He never would. He would never do it himself either. But he understands. He did try to kill Tommy after all. He understands the desperation. He understands pushing yourself further than you’d ever though you’d do. And Tommy doesn’t hold a grudge about it. So Wilbur doesn’t hold a grudge about Tommy almost killing Jack. (well he did try). And he certainly doesn’t hate him. And he assures Tommy that Phil and Techno don’t hate him either. Because they don’t.

And it’s very interesting how comfortable crime boys are around each other. Not just physically. They banter about near death experiences and all the wrong they did to each other. But they trust each other. And Wilbur can be a person for Tommy. He’s being one anyway. But it’s a continues decision. Not one out of his own declaration or because he loses composure, but because because Tommy needs him to be. And Wilbur can do that. And I’m running out of time, so I’ll scream about that later when I find the time.

(2/2)

-🌲

wilbur understands because he's at a point with tommy where he can't not understand. he cares about tommy too much to let this get in the way of their friendship.

wilbur and tommy just decided the other was their person without even fully realizing it and now they're so comfortable around each other and trust each other and want to be what the other needs aaaaaa brothers. wilbur decides for that night he can be a person because that's what tommy needs. he decides that it's not something that just happens. just. god glass!crimeboys make me insane

[merakiui]

Character opinion bingo on the biggest babygirl Scaramouche <3

OH OHHHHHH OOOHHHH MOUCHEY!!!!!!! My most beloved. My babygirl. My sweetheart. My therapy who I bite into because he is soft like mochi. \(//∇//)\ I am so not normal about him. He’s such a comfort character for me aaaaaa. >0< I love him a lot. He’s helped me through difficult times.

I would marry Wanderer in a heartbeat omg. I love him and the progress he’s making. My beloved is healing!!!! AAAAAAA 🥺 if it’s Fatui-era Scaramouche, I will respectfully decline his marriage proposal. He would be too scary and unhealthy for a relationship and that wouldn’t be very enjoyable for either side.

I love all of his designs for each of his eras. He slayed in all of them (sometimes in a literal sense, too…)!!! Everything about Scaramouche is so *chef’s kiss* the way that most of his betrayals were just misunderstandings that he couldn’t quite grasp, but despite the misunderstandings it still had quite an impact on him and led him down a terrible path. He is a character with so many intricacies. I love how he was written. It is such a heartbreaking past made even more sad when you realize Ei only wanted the best for him and wanted him to live his own life and discover things for himself, but Scara misinterpreted her actions. Although it is wrong that she did technically abandon him without saying anything. >_<

As much as I love his Fatui design and that era because it’s the first we saw of him way back in November 2020, he was most likely hurting in that era, even if he stifled any feelings he deemed useless or too human and instead chose to turn to cruelty as a way of pushing other emotions down.

Omg there is so much more I want to talk about, but I will spare you the lengthy rambles and analysis. ^^;;; overall, I love Scara a lot!!!! Seeing him in the most recent event was so much fun. My beloved has come so far. From his five minutes of screen time to now being playable and appearing in events... aaaaaa I adore him!!!!! >0<

[jolalibrary]

aaaaaa i love the birthday bash it’s such a cute idea and omg happy 5k too!!! you completely deserve you beautiful person!!! 💜

🎬 for nowhere to run, so far which chapter is your favorite and why?

and, if i’m allowed a second question

🎬 what do you do to help figure out a character’s “voice”, because the characterization is your fics is always 👌🏼🔥💯

BEAUTIFUL! thank you so much for the ask (and about the 5k, much love!

I rambled on, a lot, so I’ve answered under the cut (I’m sorry) big loves 🩷✨

🎬 my favourite chapter of nowhere

chapter five. it’s the one I could blend the most with the show naturally for one, but it’s also the moment things change for them. I think i write (for the sake of not finding a better word) romcom filming–like, I’ll linger on moments that tv shows or movies would slow the frames down, perfectly centre the couple or show one staring longingly. and this had so much of that, from him spotting her across the room, to him finding she snuck in to watch him, to him showing up at door to her waking up beside him. it’s also the first time they’re relationship bled from night to day (i.e. evening to morning) and that was important for me. and it felt so natural—that they’d let one another in. and that Javi had gone to her, not so much for help, but comfort.

🎬 how do I figure out a character voice

okay, first up thank you 🥹🥹. (not being self deprecating) but I know I’m not the strongest in terms of descriptions or locations, or big action scenes. but I like to think I’m good at people. so thank you!

so once I’ve watched or studied them a bit, I try and find what makes them tick. now part of this is down to my anxiety I think (because I always look to see how someone acts, what annoys them, to mask myself into being a person who can be fluidly be around them). so I usually look at that, what their stresses are and begin working out what the opposite of that would be. from there, it’s finding out whether they’re a talker or a show-er. Javi for instance talks a lot, but he masks a lot of his truer feelings so it’s showing that in body language. Ghost is like a brick wall. Soap however is more willing to show and talk. and then I just try to find a “reader/person” who will needle their way into their life. often it goes back to what is their stresser or what they need comfort for in their life.

so cause we used nowhere as an example above. “Luna/Moonie” is someone who initially suggests she’ll support him, something he does not have with Steve going. she also needed to be guarded, because Javi often undoes people—his thing is he understands people, motive. so removing that from him is something that makes him tick. her matching him in terms of professionalism, flirtatiousness and occasionally stubbornness, is what pushes them to acknowledge and accept one another. to make them show up. cause they both know where the line is. and like earlier, the use of night to day shows the transition of their feelings, without saying it.

because they’re guarded, Javi has a job to do—one that he feels will make himself feel better for what happened before. Moonie has been hurt a lot by someone close to her, she’s faced a huge personal loss and is traumatised by her experience in Cali because of that. But they both end up realising that they’re each others rafts. Javi feels better in himself when he’s around her, like she quiets the voices; she finds herself not unravelling when she’s close by (actually sleeping when he stays round that first time). they’re all minor things, but they’re things I highlighted that I thought were important and helped build my idea of who they were in this situation.

honestly can’t believe how much I rambled, I’m so sorry. I’m not even sure if I answered your question 😂

[planetdream]

do u think either yunho and/or mingi have size kinks bc they r so massive??? i think abt it quite often

i do !!! plus i’ve been in a yunho lane lately and omg this makes me so….. aaaaaa

okay first…. yunho + size kink in my mind automatically connects to non sexual dominance. he’s just so….big. takes the lead everywhere and it’s like he’s constantly reminding you that he’s bigger than you every time he touches you without him even knowing. it’s the small things—like when his hand lays against the small of your back, or the back of your neck, or shoulder… or when he holds his hands to your face, practically engulfing you.. or like when he looks to you to ask you something and there’s a tint of darkness in his eyes…..anyways!!! he’s not really cocky about his size, you both know that he’s big but when you jokingly say you don’t think he’ll fit inside you, his mind gets to racing,, best coarse of action??? two pillows beneath your hips and him holding you open. yunho is rather patient, especially with you but when he’s only three inches deep and you’re already whining? he’s dying to see what you look and sound like when he buries himself inside you completely….

mingi is a little shy about his size kink, wants to please you so bad and take his time cherishing you but he feels like he can’t do that because the difference in your size makes him so !!! horny :( let’s you bully him about him. ha.. he’s so big, you doubt he could even use his cock to fuck you right. loves when you press your foot against his cock, hard enough to make him whine something similar to a whore. completely slutted out for you. but at the end of the day… there’s something about you being so dominate but still squealing in pleasure as you fuck yourself on his cock, barely able to fit all of him inside you but you’re having so much fun, drooling a bit at the feeling of him inside you—and that keeps his dick hard <3

anyways, pushing the thick cock yunho/thick cock mingi agenda 🫡