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popponn · 6 months

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sick day safe distance.

summary: you caught a cold and really doesn’t want him to also get sick. it’s that simple, actually.

notes: was tempted to add more, but yeah one day, maybe. this is me trying to pump myself up and trying to grasp sae more for an upcoming fic. also warm up for a bit. still i hope it will be an enjoyable read, as simple and unserious it is haha. warning: none, just mentions of colds symptoms here and there. fluff, clingy slash affectionate bfs, reader's gender unspecified.

character: nagi, sae, isagi.

nagi seishiro

this guy somehow turns even more similar to his favorite chat sticker. just a bit more fluffy, and bigger, and with grubby hands. put simply, nagi is pretty troublesome because he insists on still being close to you. he really doesn’t see a point in keeping his distance since he still lives under the same roof as you—which doesn’t mean you could go somewhere else though. he is not above actually hanging on your hip. don’t test him.

in a way, you will be lucky if he must go out for practice. but if he is not, then good luck. if before you sleep, he was sitting a few meters away from you, the moment you took a nap nagi would be laying his head somewhere near or on you while playing his game. pray for your debate skill, because you really need to convince him that ‘getting sick is even more troublesome than not cuddling with you for a while. yes even when that’s what he really wants.’ also a little tip, be strong and don’t look at his baby face too much. that’s a losing fight with a natural puppy face. and if you want to take a bet, use his hoodie as your sick attire. it will either satiate whatever it is in him or worsen it.

he is a bit childish and adamant when he is clingy. even when he is not in the clingiest mood, that wouldn’t necessarily mean his concern for you would be gone immediately. every hour or so, you will definitely see a nagi peeking at you, asking if you want anything because ‘if you got worse it would be even more troublesome’. and honestly just let him do anything he wants to take care of you—this guy will be okay in the kitchen and in anything even if it’s his first time. that’s the resident giant sloth doing something for you out of his own willingness. plus if worst comes to worst, hey, maybe adrenaline could be an instant cure.

itoshi sae

sae makes a face that indicates he is a little upset, hums, and then actually says he will stay somewhere else for a while. he reacts so gracefully and normally it’s kind of cold. but then again, this is sae and his personality. just because he seems unaffected and puts you somewhere pretty low on his priority list, it doesn’t mean that is how it truly is. and if you are trained to translate sae-speak through experiences and are already used to him, it’s kind of obvious, from his actions especially.

it’s obvious in the way he leaves you messages and voice notes. and in the way he insults you when you try to do something dumb or eat something that you shouldn’t. in the way he sends you food and reminds you to drink every hour he can—and if he has to practice, he will find someone to do that task through sheer deadpan alone. also in the way he keeps the call on until you sleep every night—saying that this is to make sure you won’t infect his part of bed, which is a lie. if you show him that you miss him by cuddling his side of bed this guy will short-circuit, in a very positive way.

also, since this is sae with his terrible case of ‘showing he actually cares’, most of the proof of him being genuinely upset from being away from you will come from others. in the form of complaints. all telling you to get better soon because he got extra grumpy and blunt in his wording as if he is on a vengeance quest. and even if his play got better somehow, help his teammates because they really are not here to deal with a boyfriend who has love deficiency or some bullshit. of course, you hardly believe them because in every video call, sae acts like it's nothing. still, go do loving gestures in your temporary long-distance relationship. some people will actually owe you for that. also don’t forget to at least give him an update if he somehow couldn’t contact you. just in case.

isagi yoichi

isagi takes it with a grimace and an understanding sigh that truthfully still sounds very exasperated, but accepting nonetheless. he will still whine a little though, in a very joking and light manner. this guy’s schedule is packed and he rarely has any time with you, so of course if any chance he should have gotten sabotaged by some random flu, it’s entirely within his right to get at least a little upset. so understandably, his priority as an egoist who really wants some loving would be to get you healthy again as soon as possible. also, maybe, that part of him that takes care of people so naturally kind of screeches when you cough roughly.

the sweetest part is probably how he will still find a way to take care of you no matter what his schedule is. what isagi wants, isagi will get somehow after all. it’s his break day? you are not leaving his sight and he will watch the old matches from your side—also he is wearing a face mask so don’t bother to shoo him away. if he has training? maybe you have to walk around a little bit by yourself still, but somehow everything from food to medicines is ready. his friends ask him to hang out? this one is a straight-out pass, his baby is sick.

this is the guy who will try to cook porridge for you while calling his mom in the process and sends a longing gaze when you keep a distance between the two of you. he won’t protest and will actually do his best. remember to walk around the neighborhood with him the moment you get better. also give him as many handholds, hugs, kisses, and praises as possible. actually, go do a headstart on the praise if possible. even if he scolds you to rest instead of giving him sugary words, the soft dotting look on his face can’t lie. just make sure to not suggest sleeping in the hotel or have him stay at someone’s though—trust this guy and his self-centeredness. when he really wants to stay with you and stay healthy for his career, he will. don’t doubt him or make enemies of the protagonist.

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trulyonlygrapejuice · 6 months

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hii not sure if you’re open to request but! could you do something about the reader playing with harry’s fingers/rings to calm them down?

A/N: This was so fun to write! I really hope I did this justice, but what you asked for doesn't feature as much as I would like :( The story took on a life of its own, but I hope you still like it!

Also, I'd love to get more suggestions/requests, it's a lot easier to write for them, than to write my own ideas haha

Warnings: Pretty fluffy, but a bit of angst. Anxious reader, with fidgeting coping mechanisms, a tiny bit of sad reader/Harry

Word count: 1331

Rings and Nervous Things

Why did you feel so trapped? The dinner wasn’t some rowdy party, but your heart was still racing like you were tangled in the middle of a raging nightclub. You stared down at your plate as you tried to focus on whatever story Harry was telling beside you, hands clammy and twitchy in your lap. Fuck. The table laughed suddenly and you glanced up, faking a giggle when you saw Harry giving you a concerned look out of the corner of your eye. You didn't want to worry him, not when you both only saw each other when you had time off from work to join the tour. It would be a shame for one of the last dinners you had together for a little while to be spoilt by you for no good reason. Because there wasn't a good reason… right?

The dinner was a semi-regular one you did while on tour, a chance for the band, crew and Harry’s team to all sit together and have a ‘family’ dinner. It was bonding and normally enjoyable, but today… all you felt was a tight feeling of anxiety between your ribs. Anxiety was not a new feeling for you. It often felt like an annoying dog following you constantly, sometimes choosing to nip at your heels and make you uneasy. But it was a little unusual that you were feeling it now, with no discernible trigger around. But anxiety wasn't always logical or something you could control, so there was nothing you could do but try to focus on what was happening around you.

Your fingers picked at the threads of your lavender sweater almost hypnotically, the action soothing you as your ears tried to concentrate on the muddled drone of conversation around the table. Usually, you would feel a little more centred and stable when your nervous energy had an outlet, something to make you relax, even just a tiny bit. Pick one thread, move on, pick one thread, move on… Over and over, your picking reducing the bottom part of your sweater to look like it was half finished, threads loose and sticking out at all angles.

The fabric was beginning to completely fall apart when a large, warm hand slipped discreetly into your lap. It gently nudged your fingers away from your poor sweater, before resting palm down in the cradle of your hands, fingers splayed out across your skin. It was fairly easy to identify as your boyfriend's right hand, three rings gleaming softly under the lights as your brow creased in confusion. It took you a beat to realise what he was doing, and you gently shifted your hands out from under his, wrapping shaky fingers around his wrist while the others began twisting the golden lion ring in rhythmic, calming turns. The warmth of his palm was grounding on your thigh and it took everything in you not to melt into his side when his thumb started grazing soft circles across your jeans. You let your eyes drift back up to the table in front of you, suddenly feeling more settled than you had in ages. Back and forth… back and forth…

“You feeling better, sweetheart?” You hummed a quiet agreement, nestling into Harry’s side as he leaned a little bit closer. He made a happy noise before pressing a kiss to your temple, pausing for a beat with his nose in your hair, seemingly breathing you in for his own comfort. “Tell me if you’re feeling anxious again, okay? Don’t need to pretend for me” His words sounded muffled against you and he pressed another chaste kiss to your skin before pulling away with a soft smile. You smiled back, his words warming you from the inside out and chasing the tightness from your chest for a little while. “I will.” You glanced back down at your lap, frowning at the mess that was your sweater. “My poor sweater…” Harry chuckled lowly, hand twisting in your lap to hold your fidgety fingers. “We can get you a new one, baby. Don’t fret.”

By now, hours had passed and you were really starting to feel it, eyes drooping and stinging. The muted murmur of conversation only made you sleepier, your head dropping to Harry’s shoulder with a dull thump. Your fingers went limp around his hand, a tender kiss being pressed to the top of your head as the room went quiet.

You could feel Harry’s solid warmth holding you first, a soft groan leaving your throat as you squirmed, strong arms tightening around you in surprise. “Don’t- Don’t wiggle around, sweetheart. I don’t want you to fall.” You just whined quietly as his chest rumbled against you in a barely muffled laugh. “I didn't mean to wake you, darling. Swear I didn’t.” Another whine was the only response as you tucked your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, eyes squeezed tightly as he began to climb the stairs. “Whiny little thing, aren't you?” He only got an indignant grunt in response as he giggled his way back to your shared room.

It didn't take long for him to set you down and help you get changed, your limbs feeling gooey and useless from the sleep clawing at your brain. He just smiled when you grumbled in frustration at your uncooperative limbs, gently guiding your arms through the right holes of your sleep shirt. It was times like this you’d miss, domestic moments that made your heart flutter. Maybe that was why you were anxious… anxious that you had to leave and go back to work. Leave him behind. That made you pause, frowning at your reflection in the mirror, your toothbrush hanging uselessly in your hand.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” He looked so concerned in the reflection that it made your already upset heart crack. Your face crumbled. “I don’t want to leave.” A sudden sob broke the uncertain silence, the toothbrush clattering in the sink as you tried to wipe away the tears. “Sweetheart-” You sniffed loudly enough for him to pause and you barrelled on. “I-I think that's why I was so anxious at dinner. I’ve o-only got a few days left with you and then I fly a-away, leaving you alo-” Your anxious, sob-strewn rant was cut short by Harry hugging you tightly to his chest, pressing soothing kisses to your hair, your shoulders shaking. “Shh, shh… Oh, darling. I don’t want you to leave either, but you have a job to get back to. I’ll be okay, I’ll have Jeff and everyone else to stop me from sulking too much.” That made you laugh wetly, pulling back from his embrace enough for your hands to slip up and cup his jaw. “I-I’ll just miss you. Like I always do. I think it’s just hitting me harder than usual.” Harry’s eyes softened at that, one of his hands beginning to rub up and down your back, in an attempt to comfort you. “Oh darling…” His own eyes started to glaze over and you giggled weakly, rubbing gentle thumbs under his eyes as a tear fell. “Oh look at the pair of us, crying in the bathroom in the middle of the night.” He huffed faintly, pulling you close again, your hands falling to grasp at his t-shirt, eyes fluttering shut at the calming thrum of Harry’s heartbeat. “We’ll be alright. You’ll be alright.” You smiled into his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, we will be. I will be.”

Harry hardly let you move away from him as you finished brushing your teeth, braiding your hair and pampering your skin. His arms stayed curled around your waist, his forehead settled in the nape of your neck as you shuffled about, the skin-to-skin contact causing a warm comforting feeling to bubble in your gut. And as you both slid into bed, immediately curling around each other, an arm over a waist, a leg over a thigh, the feeling grew, and you knew… you’d be alright.

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doumadono · 7 months

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Hello!

Your one and only Enji Todoroki enjoyer here!

You are my favorite writer here so I come to bother you yet another Sunday🔥

For this Sunday I'd like to ask for something a little diffrent. That is:

Threesome with one and only Enji Todoroki and Hawks!

I just think it could be really good!

Love you and HAPPY SINFUL SUNDAY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

A/N: hi, my cherished Anon! ❤️‍🔥 I had a hidden hope that you would visit, and you certainly didn't disappoint! Your request was not only intriguing but also presented a challenge - I wasn't quite sure how to get those two attractive men into a steamy situation, but I hope the idea I came up with is to your liking. I genuinely hope you enjoy this little piece (which was initially intended to be a blurb, but it seems I couldn't resist diving into some steamy content with our hot dilf and his winged friend, haha) Please be aware that it contains elements of non-con!

SINFUL SUNDAY

You were exhausted, having not enjoyed a good night's sleep for quite some time. While tonight had been fun, with everyone staying up late drinking, singing, and chatting around the campfire, you were in desperate need of some well-deserved rest. Maybe having a little too much to drink would help you fall asleep faster? You slipped into your nightwear and settled down, curling up in the backseat of Todoroki's van. However, what you didn't expect was the presence of two men waiting for you to get comfortable.

"Whhhaat?" you whimpered as you felt a large hand stroking up your exposed thigh, but another large hand quickly covered your mouth, muffling your exclamation.

"Shhh. We wouldn't want to wake anyone, now would we, sweetheart?" Endeavor whispered, earning a scoff from the winged hero who had also entered the van.

"What are you doing in here, Todoroki-san?" you whispered, your mind still heavy and clouded with alcohl. "I thought," you hiccupped, "I made myself clear - I don't want either of you."

"We just want to have some fun, Y/N-chan," Enji purred, planting a kiss on your cheek before trailing down your neck, eliciting both a grunt and a hiss from you. Your face still bore the rosy hue from the heavy drinking with rest of pro heroes earlier, and Enji's warm breath sent shivers down your spine in the cool night air. Suddenly, Endeavor covered your mouth again, eliciting a muffled squeak as he pushed your white tank top up, freeing your breasts, and began to circle and suck on your nipple, all the while toying with the other hardening bud between his thick fingers.

You clawed at Endeavor's wrist and arm, desperate to break free, but he easily caught both of your hands and pinned your wrists above your head to restrain you.

"Oh God, did I not make myself clear?" you mumbled, squirming and wriggling in an attempt to free yourself. "I don't waaant you or Takami."

Keigo let out a loud scoff at your words, his piercing gaze bore into yours, his eyes glistening in the dim moonlight falling into the van through windows, a mixture of amusement and arrogance dancing in his them. Kid, you can say whatever you want," he retorted, his tone dripping with smugness, "but actions always speak louder." With that, he leaned in, his lips finding your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

You moaned involuntarily.

Enji's fingers continued their gentle caress on your cheek, his touch oddly soothing despite the situation. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he cooed, "we know exactly what you want. We noticed all the glances."

"We couldn't help but notice those innocent smirks and all those glances," Hawks taunted, his voices dripping with mockery. "And the way you batted your eyelashes, practically begging for our attention. Oh, and that little performance with your glass straw? It was like you were sucking something else entirely, you filthy little sit," his words were laced with amusement as he continued to tease you mercilessly.

Endeavor leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "And we're more than happy to give it all to you." His fingers continued to play with your breasts, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but huff in disbelief. How had these two managed to pick up on your subtle hints and glances? It seemed like they had been more observant than you had realized. You were caught between frustration and a growing desire, unsure of how to react to their blatant confidence.

Endeavor wasted no time, his fingers slipping past your shorts and pressing firmly on your heated core.

Your breath grew heavy as you squirmed under his touch, delicious moans escaping your lips. "Hah… Ohh…. Mmmm," you whimpered, your excitement evident.

"Y/N-chan, you're already soaked. Someone's been enjoying this," Endeavor chuckled lowly as he pulled down your shorts, trailing kisses from just below your navel down to your throbbing cunt.

You let out a long, needy whine, torn between desire and guilt for how much you were enjoying this.

Endeavor unfastened his trousers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead with a smirk. "We're here to make you feel good, so don't worry," he assured you as he slowly slid his impressive, hardened dick into your slick, tight pussy, savoring the sensation. "Oh fuck, she's tight," Enji licked his lips, looking at Hawks who was palming himself through his cargo pants.

As Todoroki entered you, a high-pitched moan escaped your parted lips. Your tightness enveloped him, drawing him deeper and earning a hiss from the redhead.

Endeavor pulled out, then resumed a slow, deliberate rhythm, eliciting muffled cries and moans from you beneath him.

“AH!” you moaned, the sound of your skin slapping against Endeavor's filling the confined space of the van. "Ahh.. Ahah… fuck, fuck! Yes, oh God! Yes!"

"Shhhhh, you wouldn't want to wake anyone up, would you? What would they think if they caught the sweet, innocent Y/N-chan having some fun with her work pals, hmm?" Hawks teased. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing member, adjusting his position so that it lightly grazed your cheek. "Suck, you little slut."

Endeavor could tell you were thoroughly enjoying yourself from the way you whimpered and took ragged breaths. You felt absolutely amazing, your tightness gripping him perfectly.

Your mind was clouded and fuzzy from the vodka, but there was no mistaking it; it was Endeavor who was fucking you. "Ah!" you tried to cover your mouth but failed to muffle a moan.

"No need to hold back, your moans are adorable!" Hawks pushed his dick past your lips, smirking. He reached out and began to play with your breasts, teasing your nipples between his rough fingers, causing you to whine even more around his member. "Fuck, look at you, sucking my cock so well. You enjoy getting fucked senseless by Todoroki, don't you? Naughty little songbird."

"Hawks, you've got to feel her, she's so damn tight," Endeavor gestured toward Takami.

Hawks continued to thrust into your mouth, pushing his member deep enough for his tip to brush the back of your throat repeatedly, causing you to gag and whimper. "Just like that, suck my cock like your life depends on it, dove."

Soon, Keigo withdrew his member from your mouth and leaned in to give you a sloppy, passionate kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Meanwhile, Todoroki pulled his throbbing cock out of your wet and glistening pussy. Hawks shifted between your legs, tracing his tongue along your incredibly sensitive clit, swirling it around and gently sucking, flicking it to heighten your pleasure while pumping his throbbing dick, rubbing the tip leaking precum with his thumb. "Fuccck. She's so fucking hot I'll fucking cum."

Endeavor sat down on the seat and positioned himself underneath you. He grabbed your hair forcefully and guided your head down to his massive cock, causing you to drool uncontrollably. You hungrily licked and sucked on Endeavor's sizable dick, his hips thrusting erratically into your mouth and throat, driving you deeper into a frenzy of passion.

Hawks had withdrawn his face from your moist cunt, lowering his pants to his ankles and teasingly rubbing his tip against your lips before gradually sliding inside. "Damn, songbird, you're incredibly warm and tight. You fit me so perfectly," he grunted as he pushed deeper into you, leaning in to kiss the curve of your ear. This earned a muffled, throaty groan from you underneath him, your drool coating Endeavor's cock as Hawks pulled out and thrust back into you. His wings fluffed up involuntarily as he struggled to contain his pleasure, pressing against your cervix and stretching your entrance with his throbbing member.

"Y/N-chan, damn, I'm gonna cum…" Endeavor panted, his grip on your hair tightening.

Your eyes were teary, and drool spilled from your mouth, your tongue hanging out to avoid gagging on Enji as he thrust erratically and sloppily. He soon jerked and filled your mouth, forcing your head down on him to ride out the orgasm, his hips rocking uncontrollably. "Take it, little one, just like that, swallow."

Hawks was far from done with you yet, thrusting at a steady pace before pulling out right before his climax to kneel down and lick up your juices. They were intoxicating to him, like ambrosia. "Delicious, dove, you're fucking delicious."

You were far gone, unable to form words and too exhausted to move, so you only moaned, arching your back.

Once he finished lapping up your wetness, he rubbed himself against your hot lips and began thrusting into you at an incredible speed again, rocking the van even more. The loud slapping and squelching sounds of rough sex filled the air, along with your heavy breathing and Takami's mumbled moans and soft coos to you about how good you felt. "Are you ready, dove? I'm gonna fill you so well," Keigo growled, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He thrust one last time, emptying his pent-up release into you, riding out the effects of his orgasm, shivering, his wings unfurling as much as it was possible.

After they finished, Endeavor and Hawks exited the vehicle and went to fetch a few more drinks, feeling content with the steamy encounter they had shared with you, exchanging some dirty thoughts about you.

Lying exhausted on the seat, you contemplated the events that had just unfolded. At some point, the warm, pleasant sensation had enveloped your tired body, and you drifted into a deep slumber, unaware of when it had happened.

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yeongwonie · 2 years

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HABIT (l.hs)

; after heeseung and his ex-girlfriend, minju, break up, you're left picking up the pieces. (four times you held onto heeseung, and the one time you let him go.)

pairing lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre angst, fluff if you squint, pining, arguably happy ending?, slice of life

warnings alcohol, horror movies

word count 2.5k

note my part of sai @coffeewon and cael @chiyuv's withering blissfully collab! i hope you enjoy but also i hope it breaks ur heart ^^ the narration style feels a bit different from how i usually write but i hope it's still enjoyable haha

listen habit by seventeen, opening by jo yuri

11:35 PM, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea

Heeseung is slumped over on your threadbare couch, hugging your only throw pillow to his chest, when he tells you he loves you.

It isn’t the first time you’ve exchanged words of affection with your best friend, but hearing “I love you” is different from an offhand abbreviation or casual “love you”. As he says it, he’s staring straight at you, so intently you can picture his eyes glimmering in the dim lighting seeping in from your kitchen. His cheeks are flushed and his speech is slurred, but you want so badly to believe him.

“I love you too, Heeseung,” you smile softly, and just for a moment, you let yourself pretend that both of you mean it in the same way.

And suddenly, your apartment is unbelievably humid, so you stand and shuffle into the kitchen to drink some water. On the way, you check the temperature on the thermostat, then frown.

You fill a glass, and it feels cool to the touch. You lift your hand slightly damp with condensation to rest against your forehead. In contrast, your forehead is warm and feverish. There’s no alcohol in your bloodstream, but your ears still feel as though they’re stuffed with cotton, and your head is still reeling. In the silence of the room, with no noise but the refrigerator and the shuffling of fabric from down the hallway, your heartbeat seems deafening as it pounds in your ears.

Usually, you’d never agree to go out with Heeseung, memories filled with too many instances of you having to carry his full body weight onto the bus, one arm slung over your shoulders. Around three or four drinks in, he’s inebriated beyond belief without fail, muttering under his breath and stumbling down the sidewalk. Today, however, you’d felt an obligation.

Today is the one-month anniversary of the day Heeseung and Minju’s breakup. He tells you it doesn’t affect him anymore. You want to believe this, too.

For good measure, you grab a tablet of ibuprofen for him, knowing he likely has a headache forming that you’ll hear complaints about for the entirety of the next day. Then, you take one yourself.

When you return to your couch, Heeseung’s curled even further into himself, hair hanging over his eyes. After leaning forward a little and brushing a few of the strands away with cautious fingers, you confirm that he’s asleep. A puff of air leaves your mouth in resignation.

“Come on,” you say, keeping your voice low. “You’re gonna whine at me tomorrow if I let you sleep in a dress shirt.”

Lightly, you grab onto the fabric of Heeseung’s sleeve and usher him toward the guest bedroom, where a bedroll is waiting in the corner. With one foot, you kick the mattress so that it unfurls onto the wooden floor, then slip away to your bedroom.

There’s a little corner of your dresser dedicated to Heeseung’s clothes for nights like these. You grab a t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, and the material feels like lead in your hands.

When you re-enter the room, Heeseung is seated cross-legged on the mattress, staring down at the screen of his phone, the light illuminating only a small corner of the otherwise dark room. His hair is back over his eyes, and even from the doorway you can feel the aura of dejection he seems to exude.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, though you already know the answer.

The screen goes black, and then he’s looking up at you through his lashes. He exhales, you inhale, and he pushes himself up to stand in front of you.

You extend the clothes to him, but your hand is nudged to the side as he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. He’s radiating warmth, skin like a furnace where his hands come into contact with your waist. You wonder again if your air conditioning is broken.

“Heeseung?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he sighs, and your shoulders sink just a centimeter. “I’ve reread this goddamn text conversation, like, 20 times.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, because it’s the only thing you can think to say.

“Why are you sorry?” Even though you can’t see his face, you can hear the frown in his voice.

“I don’t know.”

You remain in his arms for thirty more seconds, before you pat his back softly, signalling for him to release you. He does so without complaint, and you press the clothes into his chest until he lifts his arms to hold them for himself.

“Try and get some sleep,” you say, taking a step backward toward the door. You push it open just a crack, and the light from the hallway starts to envelop your arm.

“I will.”

1:17 PM, Seoul, South Korea

For once, the heat of the summer afternoon is bearable. You use it as an excuse to drag Heeseung out of the house.

A small part of you had wished that after that night, a few days ago, things would take a turn for the better. They don’t, however; if anything, you think Heeseung seems even more dejected than he’d been the week after the breakup.

In a last ditch effort, you take him to the amusement park, because it seems near impossible to be completely miserable at Lotte World. You even spend an obscene amount of money on two animal ear headbands (and feel as though you’ve been completely reimbursed when the sight of a pair of frog eyes atop your head causes the corner of his lips to quirk up).

Now, the two of you sit on a bench, Heeseung staring at his phone in his lap and you staring off toward the horizon.

“Look,” you exclaim, pointing straight ahead and trying to read the sign of the attraction in front of you (you don’t care much what it is, as long as it’ll be able to snap your friend out of the daze he’s been in for the past few hours). “Let’s go.”

“But I’m so tired,” Heeseung complains, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. You can hear the hint of truth behind his joking words.

“Come on,” you plead, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt. “Just once, and then we can leave.”

He holds your gaze for a few seconds, and you can see the flash of contemplation behind his expression. You raise your eyebrows at him, and he breathes out a stuttered laugh.

“No, it’s okay,” he sighs, and you smile. “We can stay longer.”

Heeseung loops an arm through yours, motioning for the two of you to stand and make your way over to the ride. You make no effort to move, still busy watching the way Heeseung looks when his eyes are only on you.

“Unless you want to leave?” he asks, his sentence trailing up at the end in confusion. You blink your thoughts away.

“No,” you say, and allow yourself to relish in the feeling of his arm and yours threaded together. “I want to stay.”

4:52 PM, Jeju-do, South Korea

The sand is warm under the palms of your hands as you lean back, watching Heeseung run toward the turquoise ocean. Even from a distance, you can make out the smile on his face; he looks radiant.

Two months after the breakup, you genuinely think he’s doing a bit better.

With one hand, he waves you over. You don’t follow, so he jogs up to where you’ve set up your beach towel with an evil glint behind his eyes.

“Go into the water with me,” he grins down at you, hands on his hips. You squint as you look up at him, the sun shining straight into your eyes, then lift a hand to shade your face.

“No,” you say. “You’ll splash me.”

“Well, obviously.” His laugh rings out amidst the sounds of the water brushing against the shoreline. “But I’ll let you splash me too.”

“Deal.”

You start to push yourself up to your feet, but a hand is extended in front of your face. Your gaze flickers between Heeseung’s hand, then his face, then back down to his hand, and suddenly you feel as though you want to cry. When you grab ahold of him, you can feel the hints of calluses lining his palms and finger tips.

Heeseung tugs you over to the water, and you let a laugh escape your throat. And, even once you’ve reached it, standing with the waves reaching up to your knees, he doesn’t let go of your hand.

Despite his promises to splash you with water, the two of you simply stand side by side, looking out at the vast sea stretching as far as you can see into the distance.

“Heeseung?” you call, and he turns to you. “How do you feel?”

“I feel really good, actually,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

You don’t respond, but when Heeseung meets your eyes it’s like he can hear the words just on the tip of your tongue. Have you talked to Minju?

“We’ve decided to be friends again,” he tells you after a pause, but there’s something in your tone that makes you bite your lip.

Heeseung looks away again, and you feel sick to your stomach. And then, guilt stabs at your chest at the realization of your own jealousy.

The way he says “friends” to describe what he and Minju are isn’t the same way he says it to describe the two of you. Your hand feels clammy, and you want to release your hold on Heeseung to dunk it into the cold water.

Instead, you squeeze his hand a little tighter and tell yourself that the feeling will fade.

2:49 AM, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea

You’re fairly certain your couch wasn’t made to fit five people. It creaks every time one of you moves to grab a drink or food from the tray on the coffee table.

It’s also still ridiculously hot in your apartment. You make a mental note to call someone to check your heating system in the morning.

At around 11 PM, Heeseung, Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon had shown up at your door, insisting on watching the entirety of the Saw franchise. You’d opened your mouth to tell them to go back home, but one look into Heeseung’s eyes and you’d caved instantly.

Barely one movie in, you already want to change your mind.

Heeseung immediately takes the seat next to you, despite your desperate glances at Jay and Jake to fill the spots before he can (they just tilt their heads and smile at you, the assholes). Every time a jumpscare flashes across the small screen of your television, you feel yourself involuntarily shift closer to him, curling your fingers around his arm and hiding your face in his shoulder. You pretend not to notice the way Jongseong watches you from your other side, eyebrow raised.

When the gore and murder (and the fact that Heeseung is sitting so close) become slightly too much for you to stomach, you stand, mumbling that you’re going to change out of your jeans. Heeseung’s lips part to utter a protest, but you’re already shuffling out of the room.

In your bedroom, you earn yourself about two minutes of peace, which you spend pressing your hands to the sides of your neck and grimacing at the warmth of your own skin. You try to practice meditative breathing techniques.

As you reemerge from your bedroom, you run into Jay in the hallway.

Mumbling an apology, you step to the side, but he grabs ahold of your wrist and tugs you back out of the line of sight of the rest of your friends.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you,” Jongseong whispers, glancing quickly into the living room to make sure no one is watching your conversation. You don’t have to ask who he’s referring to. “You should confess soon.”

You press your lips shut, following his gaze to where the rest of your friends are sitting. Heeseung's still sitting on the couch, next to the empty space you'd left, blanket draped over his lap.

Prompted by your silence, Jay continues. “You never know when you’ll miss your opportunity.”

A faint glow illuminates Heeseung's face. You see him smile, then bite his lip and tuck his phone back into his pocket.

“I can’t, Jongseong,” you sigh, voice just loud enough for him to hear. “I think I’ve already missed it.”

6:22 PM, New York City, USA

The skyline seems to wrap around you, cradling your shoulders like a warm blanket. You’re alone in an unfamiliar city, but for the first time in months, you don’t feel lonely.

Three weeks prior, you’d decided to spend the rest of your summer in New York, wanting to gain some internship experience before your classes started again in the fall. Though it’s only for a short period of time, saying goodbye to Heeseung is the hardest part.

You can just barely hear his voice on the line through the sounds of traffic and pedestrians around you. His voice is tinged with the metallic tone from your speaker when he says hello, and you press your phone just a little closer to your ear.

The two of you make it through a few minutes of pleasantries until the grogginess from waking up leaves his voice, while you walk the three blocks between the park and your rental apartment. Once silence fills the space between you, you hear a puff of air leave his lips.

“I miss you a lot,” he tells you. Your footsteps slow to a stop. “I’ve been such a shit friend to you these past few months, haven’t I?”

“Not at all,” you say, and you really, truly mean it.

“Tell me when you’re back in Korea,” he continues. “We can get drinks, or something.”

“Never again,” you chuckle in memory of the last time you’d gone drinking with Heeseung, and the way you’d laid in bed awake for hours while he slept just down the hall.

“Also,” he says, just above a whisper. You find yourself holding your breath. “Minju and I got back together.”

Though you’d been anticipating them, you expect the words to fill you with the same stabbing jealousy and guilt from before, the way they have for months (probably years) thus far. But when Heeseung actually says them, you feel a strange sense of calm.

“Good,” you smile. “I’m happy for you.”

You tell Heeseung you’ve arrived at your apartment, and he lets you go with a promise to call him again the next time you get the chance. Once your finger presses the button to hang up, you let out a long sigh and watch your breath fan in front of you in the cool night.

After so many months of saying you’re happy for Lee Heeseung over and over again, you think you’re finally starting to believe it.

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Day Five: Window/Balcony Sex - Javier Pena

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WC: 2.2K Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected PIV Sex in a Semi Public Setting. Rough sex (Javi calls reader a slut), orgasm denial and use of Spanish in this fic with translations. (Forgive me if they're inaccurate). WC: Okay my loves, this is my very first Javier Pena fic so go easy on me haha. It's been a while since I watched the show, so the timeline may be a little off and I wouldn't say I was strictly canon in regards to Javier himself, but with that out of the way, I do hope you enjoy.

The whole point of secrecy is to keep something hidden, to conceal the truth, and if you don’t submit to the basic terms of secrecy, then it isn’t really a secret at all.

The terms you agreed on with DEA agent Javier Pena is that you do not speak a word of this stakeout operation, an illegal stakeout that hadn’t been signed off by Ambassador Noonan and could get you and Javier in a serious amount of trouble if she were to find out.

‘It’ll be another little secret of ours’, were Javier's words and you giggled while shaking your head at him, but you agreed nonetheless. He didn’t even bother bringing it up to his new partner, Steve Murphy, because he knows that the man is too clean to go against the rules just yet - but not for long though. No one ever stays clean here in Columbia for very long, not when there’s a huge ongoing hunt for Pablo Escobar and most people will do whatever it takes to catch him - people like you.

Instead of asking Steve to go on this illegal stakeout, Javier asked you to accompany him because he knew you would say yes right from the get go. Mainly because you are one of those people who is willing to do whatever it takes to take down Escobar, but there are other reasons why you teamed up with him too.

Yes, Escobar is the most important reason why you’re inside this dark, dusky hotel room with high tech cameras set up, ready to snap pictures of the criminals, but the other reason why you agreed is because of your secret relationship with Javier.

Which brings you to think about the whole point of secrecy once again because there is nothing secretive about the compromising position he currently has over you up against the window; your blushing red cheek pressed against the cool glass, your back arched with his hand laying on your hip as he lines himself up at your entrance. Oh no, there was nothing secretive, or moral, about the position at all.

“Ready, mi querida niña?”(my darling girl) He asks, ever the gentlemen, before continuing any further. He didn’t need to ask because you’re more than ready. Stripping your clothes for him and moving into this position against the window without any protest apparently wasn’t enough confirmation to satisfy Javier - he needed more, needed to hear you say it with words just for his own sexual enjoyment.

“I’m ready, baby.” You reply in a huff, the sound of impatience evident in your tone which amused Javier. He chuckles mockingly, then slips the tip of his cock inside ever so slowly to live in the moment of every inch burying to the hilt. The deep throaty moans that escaped your lips were indecent and inelegant, though shameless.

You did not care how feral you sounded, the first stretch from Javier’s cock always draws out the dirtiest of moans from you, but most importantly, you didn’t care because he sounded just as wild as you did. The man growls through gritted teeth, then sucks in a sharp breath of air upon feeling you clench around him. “Jesus.” He exhaled shakily while feeling you pulse around him. “Always warm and ready for me, cariño.”

“Javi, hurry up. We’re gonna get caught.” You whine upon seeing people walk the streets below in the corner of your eyes. Anyone would be able to see you if they just decided to look up, and if they do, your cover would be blown, so it really makes you wonder what Javier’s intentions are by taking his time with you. He’s barely moved since bottoming out, only rotated his hips carefully like he was trying to push deeper.

“Patience, baby, patience.” He groans and you see his brows furrow while biting his bottom lip in the corner of your eyes. Still rotating his hips steadily, you start to feel the effects he was hoping for when it feels like he is in your stomach. Javier isn’t in your stomach of course, but he had to be breaching your cervix with his slow grinding movements. “No one is going to see us.” He reassures softly, then distracts your worries with a compliment. “And even if they do, they’ll be jealous of me when they see your heavenliness, cariño.”

“Oh so kind and chivalrous tonight, aren’t you Jav?” You tease and smile against the glass window, enjoying the coolness it brought to your hot skin. Javier laughs then, a genuine laugh that sounded so sweet to your ears, almost infectious too, but instead of giggling with him, you gasped as he decided to move - to really move. He pulled back a little then slammed himself inside, thus delivering a short and hard thrust that stole the breath from your lungs.

“What was that, y/n? I didn’t quite hear you.” He smirks, then gently caresses the supple flesh of your ass while moving in and out of your cunt. You moan to him, the pretty sound making his eyes close with a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Keep your hands on the window.” Javier commands, his movements speeding up gradually as he nears his peak. You keep your hands on the window and mewl, mewl from the pleasure he was inflicting and mewl from the punishment he was dealing.

Sex with Javier is the best, memorable and satisfying, but you need that little extra help on your clit to push you over the edge, which explains the punishment Javier is serving you right now. He’s about to come with his release, make you feel him climax and weep with need to feel your own. Your clit throbs, desperate to be touched and your walls pulse around him, begging to be eased of their ache, but no matter how much you whimper for Javier, he doesn’t give in.

Coming once, then again minutes later, you were pumped full and brought to the brink of pleading with him. And that’s what Javier wants - for you to plead pathetically. You didn’t understand why though, he doesn’t usually take this approach during sex, doesn’t usually pin you up against a glass window for all to see and drag out your chance to orgasm for as long as he could.

Normally, Javier makes you climax twice more than he does himself, putting your pleasure first before his own, but tonight is different. Tonight he seems so fucking sure on getting caught by onlookers below and you don’t understand why, nor do you understand why it feels so fucking good to be exposed like this. You wonder what his true intentions are, it's like he wants to get caught.

However, stopping his actions to ask what his intentions are isn’t on your mind right now, not when he knows how to fuck just right so that you can barely get a coherent sentence to roll of your tongue. It’s all mumbled up. Whimpering and moaning pleasured nonsense into the glass window, fogging it up with your breath while Javier grunts heavily into your ear from behind, whispering filth whenever his pace allows him a break to speak.

His hunger and stamina for more remains at an all time high. It’s really quite reckless of him, reckless and risky to fuck you against the glass window of this hotel when you have an important job to do, but Javier has said to you more than once that your pussy would be his demise and right now, that seems to be true.

“Oh, mi querida niña.” He breathes right into your ear, a heavy groan of how you’re his darling girl and it makes you mewl, a cry for more, more of his punishable pleasure, more of his groaning terms of endearments that you’re beginning to suspect mean something more. You want more from Javier, more than just secret sex in this secret relationship.

“Javi!” You manage to moan out, feeling overwhelmed by your emotions in the heat of the moment. Kicking your feet apart, he lays his hands over yours before slipping his fingers between your own, keeping you right where he wants you to be. “Look at you, cariño.” He babbles breathlessly, his voice sounding sickly sweet. “Letting me fuck you like this. You’re my little slut, sí?”

“Sí, Javi.” You respond clearly and firmly, obediently. Javier has stamina like no one else you’ve ever had before and it impresses you while also exhausts you. He still hasn’t let you see stars yet, has withheld you from reaching your peak but has pumped you full twice now with his creamy white seed. You can feel it oozing out of your entrance, making a mess on your thighs and the floor as he continues to fuck you like a man gone wild.

He’s completely lost himself, careless of the world around you and him, but you need release, need to ease the ache in your lower abdomen and cry out his name like no one in this hotel could possibly hear. And to do that, you become his obedient little slut who pleads pathetically. “Please, Javi. I need to cum, baby - please.”

“Fuck! Atta girl.” Javier grunts. Resting his sweaty forehead to your temple, he kisses the corner of your mouth with ragged inhales of breath, struggling to hold himself together. “That’s it, y/n. That’s my girl.” He repeats, more of a whine, like a worn out croak. He sounds out of breath. Still kissing the corner of your mouth softly, he pulls one of his hands away from yours then slips it between your body and the glass window, fingers locating your swollen clit quickly.

“Oh God!” You cry out from the contact, finally feeling that added stimulation you needed to urge you towards your release. Rubbing nameless shapes on your bundle of nerves, sparking waves of pleasure to course through your entire body, you feel it everywhere. Your knees become weak, your chest burns pure desire and your eyes gloss over with tears. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cry while bucking your hips against him, no matter which direction as both were equally sensational.

“Cum for me, hermosa.” He requests, not demands, just requests and that tells you that Javier Pena is nearing exhaustion as well as yourself. Mutually feeling spent, your throat becomes more dry by the second and your moans sounded hoarse and rough, just like him. His voice quickly becomes gruff, gutturally grunting directly into your ear that sings praise in your mind. “Almost there - I can feel it.” He says, eyes screwing shut to focus on the feeling of your vice-like grip around his cock. “Fuck! Squeezing me so tight, querida. I can feel it.”

Moaning together as one, the tears rolling down your cheeks as Javier continues with his sloppy, erratic movements, he squeezes your hand tightly against the window, kisses your lips endearingly while whispering reassuring praises - all acting in a beautiful way to push you towards your peak. You inhale sharply, breath out a pornographic whine then clench round him hard, so hard that his movements come to an immediate stop.

“Javi!” You cry his name like no one could hear, pulsing around his cock and milking him of every last creamy white rope of cum that he could give. Legs shaking violently from feeling so utterly spent, the muscles all over your body burned with passion and Javier held on as you rode out your powerfully euphoric high.

“Mi querida.” He groans thickly, heavy with lust and desire, a sound so comforting to your soul, thus making you feel entirely weak for him. He feels your legs buckle before it even happens and acts quickly by wrapping an arm around your lower stomach, essentially catching you before the fall.

Javier walks backwards until his legs meet the base of the bed, then lays down on his side with you in his arms, still buried inside your warmth. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice ringing with concern. “I wasn’t too rough was I, cariño?”

“No, not at all. I’m okay, Javi.” Sighing tiredly, you tilt your head back to meet his line of sight and gaze into his big brown eyes. Upon feeling his relieving breath fan across your face and visibly seeing his shoulders relax, you smile softly and lean in close to whisper. “You were perfect as always, baby.”

“Perfect, huh?” He chuckles bashfully with a mirrored smile, but after spending a few moments letting his eyes roam the expanse of your face, he shakes his head. “You’re too good to me, too good and too beautiful - mi querida.” He mumbles those last two words into your mouth after closing the gap.

Kissing him lazily, though passionately, the words he has spoken tonight will stick with you for a long time; my girl and mi querida probably mean nothing to some, but for you they’re important next steps in your secret relationship with Javier. You’re not just the office floozy or another women he regularly visits for some casual sex - you mean something to him whether or not he is ready to properly admit that, and you don’t mind waiting anyways, you’ve known Javier long enough now to tell when he is being sincere and truthful.

You’re his girl. It's that simple.

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A QUICK GUIDE TO BELLY BUTTON PLAY SESSIONS!

I'm backk!

Belly button masturbators of Tumblr, I'm scurrying out of my hidey-hole again to give you some more lessons on how to please your lil tummy dimples! This time is a bit different, as I'll be going over some more general tips on how to make your belly button sessions as enjoyable as possible!

Part 1: Pre-production

The first step to a wonderful belly-bash is your environment. You don't want any distractions or mood-killers that will take you out of the experience. Make sure you've locked your door (if your room doesn't have a lock, ensure your roommates aren't in or won't disturb you).

Have all your tools and play items already at arm's reach. There's nothing worse than having to stand up and let all the oil drip out of your belly button in order to go grab your Q-tips from across the room. Make sure your curtains are closed (explaining to your neighbours why you were moaning while sticking things in your navel would be quite the conversation).

Part 2: Dress for the occasion

For me, how my belly button is exposed really affects how turned on I am during a session. There's LOADS of different ways you can expose your navel, such as:

- Button-down shirt left open (if you have breasts, unbuttoning it to just beneath)

- Stating the obvious but crop tops! Tight or baggy, short or long, whatever makes you feel the sexiest!

- Tie up your shirt, either a button down for that cowgirl effect or a regular T-shirt like its 2006.

For what you wear on your other half, it's best if it doesn't push your belly up and scrunch your navel. Underwear is generally best, but low-rise jeans can also feel really hot too.

Part 3: Preparing your belly button

As is a running theme in my guides, DO NOT TOUCH YOUR KNOT UNTIL IT'S TIMMEEE! It retains your sensitivity for sooo much longer and keeps the feeling of it being stimulated novel.

Instead, it's time for some navel-gazing!

- Do a photoshoot with your belly button. Side-on angles are especially flattering as it will show off the curve of your innie as it dips into your stomach.

- Spread it open in front of a mirror and admire. As long as you're keeping those digits out of your belly button, get a good look in there! Try and memorise every fold and detail.

- Press your belly up against the wall. Don't know why this turns me on haha, it just feels a bit like you're teasing your knot a little bit.

- Stroke your sides and upper belly. Don't be afraid to get a lil touchy feely! Your sides and ribs are sensitive areas, and this is a great way to warm yourself up for what's to come.

Part 4: Once the play is done

After you've finished, whether that's after a luscious navelgasm or your belly button became too sore to continue, make sure you wash it off! Get any oils, saliva, pen markings off of it ESPECIALLY if your tummy will bs exposed in public later haha (unless that's your thing).

Let your belly button breathe for a bit, make sure you take your hands away from it and put on something that covers it up so you aren't tempted to give it some more cheeky pokes (naughty!)

Just a quick one today! The next proper one with actual play techniques will be soon, I still need to playtest some things (if you get my meaning hehe). I hope you all enjoy and please do let me know about your experiences with my guides! I lovvvee hearing that people have been pleasuring their lil innies to my instructions haha!

See ya soon!

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Ch 107: Random Thoughts part 2

Part 1

Soooo goooood!!!!!! My little cuties!!!!!!!

AWWWW!!!!! They are so lovely!!!

How graceful, how radiant, how magnificent, how elegant, how captivating, how perfect, how cool-looking..... oooooh!!!! ♡

OOOOH!!!!! Sweet girl!! Lovely girl!! Cute girl!! You captured my heart!!! ♡

I did talk about this little thing in here. Find a thing in common. Get along well together. Have lots of fun. Enjoy the other's company and warm up to each other. ♡♡

2 pure gentle optimistic souls. Amane really needs to see these 2 lightning up the darkness of the world. They shine too brightly. No darkness is a match for their natural light. His tiny light of hope. ♡

♡♡

Let's sing together for a bright future!!! ✨ A future ✨'where all the troubles melt away… and every dream comes true'.✨

Back on track....

Nene-chan turning around to look at Tsukasa is just... so heartwarming! so gentle! His face looks so warm & gentle... assuming she sees his face like that... OOOh!!! Mission accomplished, Tsu! ♡ Nene-chan's heart became lighter! she opened up to you even if just a little! and she fell asleep! I know a little fact of "kids fall asleep when they feel safe and trust their surroundings" She trusts you and feels safe around you Tsu!! You did it!! ♡ You did it!! ♡♡ YOU DID IT!!! ♡♡♡ You did too many great things!! Got her to have fun!! ♡ got her happy and gave her an enjoyable time!! ♡♡ sang alongside her!! ♡♡♡ got her to sleep feeling at ease!! ♡♡♡♡ Got her to start opening up to you!! ♡♡♡♡♡ trusting you!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡You did all that, Tsu!!!! OOOH!!! ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ can't lie.. this thing got me to listen to "Isabella's Lullaby" from The Promised Neverland. For whoever feels interested to listen to it, here it is: X

Haha, see? You managed to put her to sleep. You won the game again! Next time sing for her from the very start! ♡

the cat hold, did he learn it from nat? ehh... Uh... you sure? Anyway! A big win for lovely Tsu & his kokujoudai! Yay! CONGRATS!!! ♡♡♡

Haha, now you can focus on the 'ticking'.

Hmm... love how he is all collected and unbothered by a huge hammer crushing where he was. He just dodged it and that's it. Usual calm and relaxed Tsu! welcome back! How cool! ♡ poor bule koku.. seems to get a little hit.

AHHH!!! love his reactions and 'speed'!!! Holding Nene-chan tightly while fighting... holding her head closer to his chest...!!! owwww!!!! How sweet!!!

Shame on you Mirai. The clock keeper's crazy fast mouse and can't get Tsu and he is just playing with you instead? How uncool. soo well-deserved for the little girl who tries to hit his handsome face with a hammer. A cat vs a mouse... it will turn out this way. The cat likes to play with the mouse...

Then when it gets over with its fun... Tsu is speed, isn't he?

It finally attacks for real. GO TSU! HOW COOL!!! You know how much I love it when you're like this!!! ooooooh!!!! yesss!! crush some heads into the wall!!! especially if they deserve it!!!! You don't need to be gentle with such a girl. She is the one who started the fight, right? trying to crush Tsu's COOL face with a huge hammer. So funny it took Akane & Hanako all they have to catch her while she was playing around, while Tsu was dodging all her attacks and caught her so easily from the very first try while she is super serious. He is speed. duh.

First of all, again.. how cool. Next, seems the ticking really bothered you, Tsu!!! You hate noises!haha

Also, bless Nene-chan. She can keep on sleeping 'naturally' even if the world came to an end.

wonder how she woke up so easily when Amane put her to sleep. Ehh... fated to hear about her death no matter what it seems....

Now, that thing she put on Tsu's hand and Nene's forehead... how dare she.

So happy at least No.1 is finally making a move. Was getting really tired of waiting.

totally not the ones who sit by doing nothing and left their 'super important' clock without guarding it so whatever. Not the ones who left Tsukasa and Nene running around their boudary for so long until one of them finally decided to show up. Huh? nat. look for nat you hear me? don't replace him with Nene. How uncool. and then maybe sakura as well. she has a hand in the whole mess you know.

Wohooo! angry Tsu!!! heyyy!!! Imagine how tough things were for him until that point, if I was her I won't mess with him! took me all my energy last night trying to recall where I've seen Amane looking like this. ended up with this thing. But, thing is... I was almost sure he made the exact same face as Tsu with the black eyes... but... I failed to find it. will search more someday and find it if it was really there. Not to say, Tsukasa made some Amane faces this chapter, but I lost the motivation to look for them because of this thing. will do some day I think. I feel she is going to regret making Tsu angry. After all, I don't think he came to No.1's boundary unprepared. He knows what he is doing.

Hmm... well, I want to see how that plays out. Never thought Tsu will actually go against No.1 himself. It felt too soon... but here we are. Although, with Tsukasa being Tsukasa, and that look he gave you, a word of advice, don't underestimate him. I fear you'll end up being the one getting 'brought to justice' and really... is she in a place to talk? The girl who caused a huge mess in the school just because she likes to see old stuff and people? Shouldn't she be bring herself to justice first? Rich coming out of her mouth.

well, I guess her brain is that thick for real not to realize that.

Hmm... she wasn't wearing her 'gloves', she came so prepared for Tsu only to get grabbed so easily by him.~

What she said sounds kind of interesting, though... is this where she might take him or would they do it there?

Will Tsu be put In Hanako's place??? Hmm... No. 1, the oldest of the 7 mysteries, seem to be serving like a judge.

Ok, so... this:

VS this:

Who wins?

Careful Mirai. You and him fight with 'law'. Will you 'No.1' surrender to his 'rules' & logic at the end? Hmm.~

Hmm… Tsukasa seems to have a thing with No.1 since long ago… wow… even past Tsukasa is so exciting. ♡

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This is the guy No.1 is going against. ~ Couldn't help the need to add these

Tsu~ ka~ sa~

Hmm. ♡♡♡

-It's clear who I'm rooting for.

On this note, looking forward to ch 108.

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Side notes:

I'm so very happy to see too many Tsukasa sides this chapter and Tsukasa shining in this arc in general! It's too cool & exciting!!! ♡♡♡

Having him and Nene-chan having a fun time together and growing closer? Oh, yes!! ♡♡

Though...

It's too funny. The difference between these 2 things. She gave him a really hard time, while he... was such a good little kid from the very start. Little Tsu is such a good child, he needs to be told that. Not all kids are like him. Still, both things are so fun. I kinda need to see little Tsu & little Nene together now. Haha.

I hoped to see some references to Tsu in the red house, like having him treating Nene like she did with him, patting her head or holding her hand and similar stuff, he did hold her while fighting and that was too cool and gentle. So, I'm happy with all the fun I got this whole chapter. ALL their moments were great.

Ahem! How can I end this without mentioning researcher T & Nene?! Hmm... soooo.... Tsu did bring out the researcher T inside of him many times. While trying to see how to deal with Nene-chan, the wild flight her gave her so she can have fun, the laughs they shared while at it, the way he held her before & carried her on his back 'kinda similar', and how they enjoyed doing things they share in common together. Yeah, his researcher T side did shine too much, and he did a really wonderful job. I'm so proud of him. ♡♡♡

Little Nene-chan is the same, too! Her actions, angry cute side, demanding side, fun-loving, cheerful and energetic side... oh... she is so sweet. ♡♡♡

Hmm... feels sooo good to see that AU presented in the story.

Ok, with this I think I'm done. Haha.

To whoever reached here, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little thing!

#ch 107 #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #tbhk

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cayemm · 2 years

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i feel the need to let you know your Voryn art was the catalyst for me to play through a tes game for the first time this month, i absolutely ADORE your style and how you draw him! i thought he looked so polite and sweet haha immediately in love. and now i love him as a character as well so thank u for the morrowind brainrot and for sharing your wonderful art <3 i hope you have a great day!

anon....... i want you to know that it makes me straight up OVERJOYED to know that!!! aghhh i hope your playthrough was (or is?) enjoyable and that you had lots of fun!!! 🥺💖💖 i can't thank you enough for your words of support :") it really warms my heart !! and since you're a fan of voryn, here's a little welcome gift to the morrowind brainrot™ club !! ^_^🎉

#ask #voryn dagoth #weughghghg .... weehhhh #thats me crying #also idk what happened but i prommy the picture itself is much bigger than the preview

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ad-hawkeye · 5 months

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i must ask who’s your fav in lovebrush chronicles

HAHA OH GOSH im asking myself that very question!!!!

OK OK. OK. i think this is the first otome i’ve played where i just. don’t have a strongly defined favorite?? but my favorites (plural) rotate between alkaid, ayn, and sometimes lars depending on the day!! i also really like clarence. i’ve def warmed up to him. but i will say, considering i typically love the serious but secretly dorky love interests, im a little surprised he hasn’t taken me in a death grip by now HAHA

i think the only one i don’t care about too much right now is cael but also he’s buckwild insane and i think that is just really funny. i hope he kills more people.

oh also. i. kinda genuinely adore the characterization of the mc. dare i say she's more of a fully realized character than rosa at times? and the localization for this game is really, really enjoyable. the characters actually feel much more human than i’m used to in otomes, so that is REALLY nice. i like how often i can make fun of or be mean to the boys it's so funny.

i also like how i can make the mc and other girl characters my profile pic :)) ive had ehlonna as my profile pic for weeks now ehe

#asks #anon #addy rambles #lovebrush chronicles #i LOVE being mean to the boys on the social media art posts. so fucking funny. bullying ayn is a hobby ok #HAHA THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!!!#i kinda wonder who other artem girlies like......#bc artem is sometimes like a weird mix of alkaid and clarence i can't explain it

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starvels · 9 months

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SteveTony Reclist: Road-Trips

@stevetonygames 2023 team future. challenge: camouflage. a reclist in the style of the inspiring @carsonian ! (thanks for your fun reclisting haha)

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A Long Road To Share [FANART] by SirSapling

Summary:

After 50 years in the ice and a couple exhausting years leading the Ultimates, Steve realises he isn't quite sure he knows anything about the new modern America he's supposed to represent. Luckily, Tony has an idea how to show him.

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such a sweet hopeful look at ults in the future! the landscape is warm and so is my heart. this comic encapsulates the road trip vibes in its scenery, colors and soft focus on steve and tony discussing believing in each other.

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After the Devil is Gone by Ironlawyer

Summary:

When Steve leaves to travel the country on his bike, Tony comes with him. But Steve is not ready to face those particular demons yet.

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CW for noncon offscreen. a super sharp desolate view of steve's 616 roadtrip, this fic aches to its core! the things it doesn't have to say ring so loudly and painfully across the text.

Are we satellites? by starvels

Summary

In between sunrises on the road, Steve is speaking, eating, stepping into diners to save people like coming back to his childhood home. And Tony, Tony is watching him. Tony is relearning being awake. - A cross country roadtrip where Steve and Tony find the typical American town, a fuckton of trees and finally, finally, find the right questions to ask each other.

Notes: a self rec! this is an ode to winding american roads, the trauma and aches of being a superhero, the longing that comes with being in love with your best friend, and both steve and tony being the little spoon.

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BACK IN BLACK!! Eyes on the road Tony… [FANART] by @shaggybeetle

Summary:

MCU roadtrip featuring sing alongs to blaring music, delicious snacks and a phone ready to topple off the dashboard

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what a style! what a scene! steve and tony jamming out is so fun and they both look so at peace and ready to dig into vacation. great atmospheric details like trees through the windows!

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Flight of Icarus by Missy_dee811

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“Tony,” said Kamala, hurried. “I loaded up some music to give you a little boost,” she said. “Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t worry,” she added. “It’s not mine.” He smiled. I knew I liked you. She wished him luck. He thanked her, though he didn’t believe in luck. He had one try, one try to get it right. She was counting on him, they all were. It felt good to be needed. It felt good to be useful. All these years, he had wanted nothing more. He couldn’t fail now. Not again. [Written for Lights On Park Ave - Round 13.]

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a marvel avenger's video game rec! a wistful retrospective of tony dealing with the loss of steve, flipping through memories like a photo album, topped with a reunion cherry!

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the honeymoon suite by CapnShellhead

Summary:

Wade Wilson is getting married and he's assembling a team to get him to Vegas for his bachelor party. Requiring a team with a special set of skills, he asks Wolverine, Spider-Man, Special Agent Preston and Captain America to come along. Steve decides this would be a wonderful opportunity to fix a rift between him and an old friend.

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a thoroughly enjoyable 30k 616-verse fic based in an oft-overlooked moment in canon featuring delights such as: bed sharing! team fight scenes! wistful conversations! snark! accidentally thinking of your crush while jerking off!

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On the Road We Find the Journey Home by navaan

Summary

In the Aftermath of Secret Empire, Steve goes on his Road Trip to find out who Captain America can be after Hyda!Cap put fear into the hearts' of the people who used to cheer for him. His thoughts trail back to Tony.

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follows 616 canon for steve's post-hydra road trip gives this fic the opportunity to have steve connect genuinely to things in a way that reminds us all why we love cap. the end pay-off is good and the writing is so very even keel and wonderfully paced.

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somewhere along the oregon coast by Marvellous

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Tony stared at the door of the coffee shop they’d pulled up to, watching multiple people come and go. He crossed his arms and laughed to himself, “How much do you want to bet he’s having a very in depth conversation right now?” A deep but agreeable woof sounded from the backseat of the car.

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small and sweet like a little dessert! a tale of a pup and a love so warm it melts your heart to look at it. sometimes, it is that easy.

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ride (with) me [FANART] by wingheads

Summary:

kobik brought steve back. tony woke up from a coma. a road trip seems like a good place to start some reacquaintance. square filled: e1 motorcycle lol i really wanted that stevetony roadtrip in 2018 bc it had been a long time ?? since steve and tony were together where steve isn't old (i love old man steve btw) or evil and tony isn't in a coma or an ai. etc. etc. inspired by steve's road trip.

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a vibrant scene of steve and tony on their way to reconcile some loving feelings, complete with a gorgeously detailed motorcycle. the vibes here are so picturesque and the pose is so sweet.

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You Go Up Instead of Down [FANART] by MissionCritical

Summary:

This is set in the universe of the 1966 Marvel Superheroes cartoons (Earth-600026). Only two years ago, Iron Man and the original Avengers discovered Steve, frozen and floating in the Arctic Ocean, and rescued him. It's been rough for Steve, adjusting to this new world, but he has a lot of support -- from two people in particular. Tony Stark is brilliant, handsome, and a generous benefactor to the team. He's even given Steve a place to live in his own actual mansion! Steve doesn't really understand why, but it's clear Mr. Stark is good man, devoted to helping the Avengers. And then there's Iron Man, who has quickly become Steve's best friend, Iron Man is brave, and determined, and just a terrific teammate. He's given Steve the thrilling experience of flying into battle by riding on his back! And in that gleaming suit of armor, Iron Man always has Steve's back. Steve is Iron Man's biggest fan.

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a delightful lil glimpse into a fun, small universe, this edit is such a delight to experience! we all need a little more flying steve in our lives, don't we?

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go forth: stevetony beans, greens, potatoes, you name it! and give these treats the resounding kudos/comment/retweet/reblog chomps they deserve!

#:))))))#fic rec #my talk #stevetonygames #stevetony games 2023 #stevetony #fic blogging #my recs

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eyesofshan-if · 1 year

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Hello there! :D

First of all, Happy New Year! I wanted to tell you that I'm already hooked on your IF. You immediately got my attention. I'm already in love with Hansol and Yongsun, haha <3

I've got a few questions, if that is alright with you. Please feel free to only answer what you want or ignore it entirely if it's too many at once!

First: I checked your Tumblr and the post on the forum but I didn't see anything so I'm wondering what we should refer to you as? (It feels a bit weird to always say "dear author" and the likes, unless that's something you'd prefer of course!)

Second: I love the character posts you've already done and talking about the ROs I'm wondering if you could--if you have time, no rush there--post a color palette for skin colors? I read the text but I always have a hard time getting it from that alone 🥲

3rd: what sort of voices does everyone have? (Rough, smooth, melodic, etc. ) Maybe you even have some voice actors in mind what you'd think they would sound like? Though I personally only really recognize Japanese VAs, I would gladly Google anyone else lmao

That's it, sorry this got so long😭

To wrap this up I hope you have a wonderful week, lots of fun with your story and please don't forget to rest, eat and hydrate enough! :D

happy new year (although this reply is a few days late oops) i’m really glad that you like my sorry attempt at an IF!! here are my answers under the cut because its pretty long!!

one: you can refer to me as pingu (i just decided that today) for now!! but i do like being called dear author as well <3

two: i will try my best for a skin colour palette, but here’s a warning that my eye for anything colour related is absolutely awful. trying to do those moodboards was an emotional rollercoaster. but because you asked i will try my best. please remember that these are only my take on the subject, and you’re free to have some artistic freedom with where you take it!!

^^ this was an awful struggle and should probably just be used as a suggestion because i am an absolute clown when it comes to colour. please just use it as a reference for the light to dark and warm to neutral skin tones!!

three: i’ll try putting a mixture of kpop idols here together with japanese vas, so you can hear them speak in a normal tone!! japanese vas tend to exagerrate a lot in their delivery, which is not how i imagine them to speak in real life hoho. most of the kpop idols voices come from the group ateez, who are around the ages of most of the characters mentioned

hansol: warm to people he is close with. his voice feels like the gentle heat of a fire after spending a long time out in the cold. tends to speak politely and use proper language, but there’s a certain liveliness to his tone. his voice references are ateez’s yunho and hino satoshi

insu: his voice is always sharp and cold, like the edge of a steel blade. he speaks briskly, always prioritizing efficiency. not afraid to swear at anyone, including the emperor. his voice references are ateez’s yeosang and yuki kaji (specifically his todoroki voice, not eren yeager)

yongsun: listening to his voice feels like you’re sitting next to a running stream alone at night, moonlight ripping off the waters. he always speaks calmly, seemingly able to make any situation feel lighter with a single sentence, and each word contains a certain quiet self confidence. his voice references are kaedehara kazuha (nobunaga shimazaki) and kamisato ayato (akira ishida)

wooyoung: lighthearted and playful. there’s are little ups and downs to his cadence that makes you feel as though the sun is shining on you, beckoning you to play outside. he might not sound like the refined gentleman he’s supposed to be, but his voice is enjoyable to listen to. his pitch isn’t very low, and sounds youthful. his voice reference is ateez’s wooyoung (wow)

#asks #hope you enjoy!!#some of the clips are just vlogs from the kpop members #but they speak like... normally so i thought it would be a better comparison #not gonna lie i used quite a few ateez members are voice and appearance references lmao

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I just want you to know that through your ramblings, I am a WOT book stan without ever having read the books (which I actually want to! bc of you! but my god! so many! so long! I’ll get around to it) but back to the topic at hand, please never stop, I love reading what you have to say about both WOT and other books, thank you for being on tumblr and shouting into the void <3

oh my god i love this so much haha i can't believe my WOT rambling is not only comprehensible to someone who hasn't read them, but interesting and enjoyable! thank you for the kind words, i'm so glad you've been enjoying my shouting into the void!! <33

if you're interested in starting the books but feel intimidated (i definitely did!! and am frankly amazed i finished them all because i NEVER thought i would) i would really recommend giving the audiobooks a shot! i'm usually not an audiobook person at all and it's true that i never absorbed as much as i did while reading the print book, but the audiobook really helped for getting through slower sections of the books/the character POVs i was less interested in that i would've put off reading forever if i was only reading the hard copy. if i'd had to read all of perrin's chapters in the hard copy rather than just having my dear friends michael and kate read to me whilst i did a fun thing like build a house in the sims, i would still be on book 4 jdkfjgjk i also checked the books out from the library rather than buying them so that i could use the due dates as deadlines by which i Had To finish the book. it is all about playing little tricks on my brain! it also helped immensely that i watched the show first and was already attached to the characters and eager to read about them - i'm not sure if you've seen the show or if truly Everything you know about WOT is just from reading my posts haha but if you haven't then i would recommend starting with the show to warm up for the books!

anyway, i hope you'll like the books if and when you do get around to them! and keep me updated, i would be fascinated to know if the, um, strong opinions of mine that you have likely absorbed from following my blog hold up when you read for yourself, or if you'll go "what was that clown talking about! min is actually amazing and gawyn sucks!" djkjfg

#i don't wanna brag but multiple people have told me that my pro-gawyn propaganda has worked on them a least a little #so i have hope that anon would go into the books with their third eye wide open and their heart ready to cherish him <3 #anonymous #answered

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i hope im not too late. microfic prompt request: whenever you're around, i never know how to act. woman, just what did you do to me?

This one got... strange... I started thinking about the transformative power of love, read a few Glen Cook short stories, remembered I had half-jokingly made a Black Company AU where Kira is a giant vampire wereleopard, and got the maddening urge to write about transformation in a more literal sense.

That is quite a journey! I hope this turned out enjoyable, or at least semi-coherent, haha.

Kirashino microfic #5/?: "Whenever you're around, i never know how to act. Woman, just what did you do to me?"

A day like any other. Shinobu took a bucket of washing water out to dump in the back alley, in need of an excuse to flee the heat and damp, the chafing presence of her useless, worthless, good-for-nothing husband. She didn’t notice the new odor under the usual ripe reek of warm garbage until it was too late. A sharp smell, like spice. Shinobu rounded the corner. The bucket fell from nerveless fingers. Crouching in the alleyway was a leopard as big as a draft horse, a primordial nightmare conjured from the blackest depths of the human hindbrain. Its skull alone spanned wider than her outstretched hands. A fuzzy, spreading calm came over her as it heaved itself to its feet with a coughing growl. Her own death, once a distant maybe, now drew so close she could see its grinning reflection in the cat’s pale eyes. The leopard only made only a half-assed lunge towards her before sinking back on its haunches, panting hard. When she gathered enough courage to open her eyes again, it was obvious why. It was hurt, badly. Loose clumps of black fur littered the alleyway like thunderheads in miniature. The left paw was a mangled stump. An arrow of fearsome length skewered the limb further up, entering the shoulder and emerging from the underarm. Somebody or something had tried to kill the cat, and mostly done their job. If she retreated back inside and waited, it would be soon adding its stink to the garbage heap it was squatting in. Back to the silence, the tedium, the pointed looks, the argument she grown too contemptuous to finish… Shinobu moved towards the leopard in tiny, cautious steps. It growled again, but showed no inclination to move. “I won’t hurt you,” she told it, hoping it would understand her intention, if not her words. She reached out and smoothed a hand over dark, coarse fur. Working slowly down from the neck, she reached the place where the arrowhead protruded. It was worse, up close like this. The fine etching on the face of the arrowhead was rimed in blackened crud. A constellation of hairless, crusted sores denotated places where the tip had rubbed against the leopard’s flank, like ringworm rash’s bigger, nastier brother. Touching it made Shinobu’s head buzz and her stomach twist in a sour knot, but no sores erupted on her skin. She didn’t drop dead. Now what? The who and what and why of what had happened were a mystery, but powerful forces had been at work while she was wasting her drab little life away indoors. Somebody had imbued this arrow with enough power to drop a monster cat, to kill it slowly and painfully, but only after they had thrashed it to within an inch of its life. Assuming it really was a cat. It had stopped growling when she touched the arrow. Now it just watched. Shinobu grasped under the shaft, pulling sideways as hard as she could. The buzz in her head rose to a skull-splitting whine, until the wood splintered and it cut off with a pop. She was left holding a truly wicked broadhead coated in leopard gunk. She tossed it away without bothering to see where it landed. The leopard sighed. It almost sounded human. “That feels better, doesn’t it?” She managed to suppress a flinch as it lowered its battered muzzle, drew its barbed tongue over her arm in a long, rasping stroke. The top layer of skin was gone before she even felt the sting. She scratched it behind the ears, feeling strangely pleased. “Good kitty. Nice kitty.” --- “There’s an animal out in the alleyway,” Shinobu told her useless, worthless, good-for-nothing husband as he bandaged her bleeding arm. “Can you go chase it off? It was big.” --- Two days later, something like her husband stood at the threshold of their home. So it wasn’t a cat after all. It wasn’t a half-bad imitation. He’d gotten everything right but the eyes. “Well?” she said. Playing coy. Trying not to sound too excited. “Come on in. Don’t be a stranger.”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #kira yoshikage #yoshikage kira #kirashino #shinobu kawajiri #girl! don't Androcles and the Lion that stinky alley cat! you don't know where he's been!!!#this is not so much a crossover as me spreading a schmear of mr. cook's style over a very silly idea lmao #aping a better writer's style was so much fun... i will do this again someday #there is also one (1) malazan book of the fallen reference in here. if you find it we are friends for life

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s-talking · 2 months

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{ I'm really late due to personal reasons despite being excited to send you this exactly on your birthday, but what can you do? Anyway, happy birthday, sweetheart! 💕 Please know that I love you very, very much and will always do so! I know I haven't been writing much (and that's due to some personal problems), but please always remember that writing with you is one of my most favorable things to do! You're such a beautiful and amazing person of whom I'm so eternally grateful to for becoming my friend. I remember how absolutely shocked and excited I was when you first followed me because I had been checking out your blog constantly for your lovely content (not to mention I kept thinking "how did they find out I've been looking at their blog?!), haha. You are and always will be someone I hold in very high regards because that's just how much I cherish and respect you. Both you and Envy are the highlight of my days to be honest, especially as of recently. I can't help but get excited whenever Tumblr gives me a notification about you posting (hope that's not weird). But anyway, let me stop myself before I end up typing you an essay like I almost always do, I hope that your birthday was an enjoyable one and you were able to enjoy all the things you wanted to on your special day! Sending you hugs and kisses along with some cake! 💋💋🎂🎂🎊🎊🎉🎉🎁🎁 }

ayo, better late then never, i say ~ ! thank you so much for your heart-warming wishes, speka. you know that i always melt a little whenever you manage to hop online, let this be in a matter of few hours or even weeks because, the truth is, you are just that dearly missed. i sincerely hope whatever is currently troubling you will finally hit the curb & you start to feel better, & that our beloved mika is ready for all the love that's heading his way ♡ ( * smirks * )

again, thank you for taking some time aside to message me despite all you have going on, & know that i'm always eager to dust off our interactions & pick them right back up, whenever you feel you are finally ready. now don't ever be a stranger, okay? you will always hold a special place here ♡

#{{ 𝓸𝓸𝓬;; }} * showers you & mika with a sea of paper hearts *#♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡#♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡#♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Any Director’s Commentary for A Brother’s Love - Guidance? Any deleted scenes or bonus content, if you will 🤣

Haha awww, if I had deleted scenes, I would 100% hand them over to you 💜 What I can offer is a deeper dive into that moment with Gregory and how I imagine Anthony moved on from there.

As mentioned, it was hard to craft really meaningful moments for Ben to have with G & H because they are literal babies, so at some point my mind turned toward, ok, we can weave this into an opportunity for him to help the remaining two members of his family who are suffering, which of course are Anthony and Violet. Props to JB who allegedly came up with the idea for the Anthony + Gregory scene in S2, because that gave me my groundwork. Anthony fully embraces being a father figure to G + H by the time of the books/show, but his understanding of that role had to start somewhere.

During the picnic, Ben sees Gregory crying, knows he can't be comforted by his mother right now, but also sinks realizing he has no father to turn to either. Then he looks over and sees Anthony there. Gregory sees him too, and it naturally/cosmically aligns (however you want to think about it) that B realizes Anthony must father these two youngest siblings. Yes, it's one more thing to heap on his shoulders, but it can be a role Anthony is happy to embrace because it is one full of love where he can grow his sense of confidence and self worth as he protects and guides the littlest Bridgertons who will never resent him or compare him to Edmund like the others might.

I wrote this before I learned that S2 had shot a scene where Violet puts newborn Hyacinth in Anthony's arms and he has this traumatic dawning realization that he is brother-dad now. I'm glad that was cut because it is very heavy-handed. This is my alternate take on that concept, that hopefully is more subtle and is also led by the child himself, rather than by Violet placing literal responsibility in Anthony's hands. Gregory doesn't know where Edmund went, but he knows he feels safe with Anthony, so he reaches out to him when he's distressed. Ben hands him over, signaling gently to Anthony that he will play an even more significant role in this brother's life than for the rest of them. And though he is stunned at first, when Anthony sees little Gregory melt into him with so much trust and love, his heart is warmed. If there is any silver lining to be found in this tragedy, it may be the closeness of the bonds A will form with G & H and how much he will learn about fatherhood to prepare for his own family one day. I doubt any of his other siblings were leaning into him with pure, uncomplicated love during those days, but the two little ones would, and it broke through the gloom for him and allowed him to smile.

After the picnic, Anthony would have felt both more motivated to do his duties well so that he could provide for his littlest siblings, and also more confident that he would succeed, because Gregory made him feel that trust. He would feel a new sense of urgency to adjust to his role because he realized he wasn't just Viscount, landowner and ultimate authority in the family, he was a father too, and that would give him pride and fulfillment while he took on so many new responsibilities. This was how Ben guided Gregory to Anthony, and Anthony to the light.

I will also say that I have a new WIP idea for Anthony to kind of mirror this series: moments between Anthony and each of his siblings before all of their weddings. It will take forever bc I need to finish reading all the books, but I've realized it will be a nice companion series to this.

Hope this is some enjoyable bonus content. 💙

#directors cut #ask game #thank you so much for asking #sorry i wrote you a novel #I just love him so fking much #I want to armchair psychology these characters all day

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