#It's nice to have Doris just be able to go out and HAVE FUN like this

[staggerinbeauty]

@dimxndsareforever

Marsha had no idea what she walked in to and as Doris spoke, the scene became clear. Marsha had not cooked her own food in years so she could not speak much but the pies looked better than anything she could make.

She took Doris's hands and looked into her big puppy dog eyes. She smiled sweetly like a best friend would.

"Oh I can do more than read your mind. I know what a woman of your stature and beauty needs. Leave the pies and come overcharge a credit card with me. We will shop all of Gotham, eat in nothing less than five star and we will end the day with whatever entertainment your heart desires."

Marsha knew how to treat her friends, her dearest got the best treatment. Just ask Roxxy or Insecta. She loved making her friends happy and bond with them. Doris was one she wanted to bond with and hoped this was how.

She turned Doris's hand over and kissed her knuckle. "Come. Leave this and let us go play. I can have my assistant help you tomorrow. I want to spend time with my Doris. Hang up the apron."

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If dreams truly were meant to come true, then surely this was the moment. Admittedly, Doris couldn't recall the last time she'd gotten to do a girl's night out, nor done any sort of large shopping spree. It felt as though the dame’s wallet was always laced with a coat of thick dust; each time she opened it appeared as though a cloud of dust would puff out of the fibers. It was no wonder why on occasion she'd have things 'accidentally' fall into her pockets at the store. Additionally, the last time she'd taken a break? Oh dear…

Doris was SUCH a devoted partner to Edgar Cizko-- oh AHEM, devoted--Partner in crime, of course! But sometimes she'd find herself so wrapped up in what he was doing, or what she could do to better assist him with his many, many schemes that she'd often lose her time of the day, forgetting to put moments off to the side for herself. Yes, in Doris's eyes he was wonderful-- BUT. She needed some time away from men, she wanted to spend some time with the girls! It was time she put up that apron of her's for the day…

" Goodness me, Marsha! OH-hohohohoo~!!" Doris let out a humbled yet rather elegant fit of laughter before she went to untie the apron she had on, one that'd been stained with flour and other remains left behind from the many pies she'd attempted to bake. " I feel so pampered already... hm.. 'Pampered--' " Her voice trailed off as her gaze seemed to wander along with it

" When's the last time you've gotten your nails done? If you're in due for a manicure, we MUST go to Devine Beauty & Spa '' She'd mentioned before further explaining "-- Last time I was there it was simply just ELEGANT. And the nails lasted. And that means a lot coming from a lady like me. Sometimes my nails split when punching down walls, have you-- But Devine? I think I didn't have to go back in for an entire month!"

#Dimxndsareforever #;;Continuation #;;Closed RP #;;length: short #YES GOOD SPOIL HER ROTTEN HWUHAHHAHAAH #It's nice to have Doris just be able to go out and HAVE FUN like this #Marsha and Doris-- Best friends for life #I decided that. just now. #IMJOKOIJIWHWWIUHAHAAHAHAHAHA #also making this its own thread so we dont reblog from the ask and keep it looking neat

[his-angell]

I'll teach you. (l.m)

Plot; While (y/n) love summer, and all the activities that follow, Minho isn't much of a fan. She begs him to go swimming, in which he tries to use the excuse that he can't. But he gives in when she tells him that she'll teach him swim.

Paring; Lee Minho x fem!reader

Genre; Fluff

Word count; 1.1k

Warnings; None

Request?; No

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The summer has finally started to roll around. The comfortable 65 degrees turned into an uncomfortable 90. While some people dreaded it, (y/n) adored it. She loved all the activities that followed with summer. Swimming, popsicles, barbecues. She thought it was so fun. She also loved the warmer nights. Being able to sit out and stargaze without being too cold. 

Right now, it was 92 degrees outside, perfect for a swim. She had spent the last month cleaning and preparing the pool in the backyard. (y/n) hopped down the hall and plopped down beside Minho, who was on the couch on his phone. He looked up at his lover and smiled softly. “Hey, babes.” He said. He looked back to his phone. (y/n) giggled. “Hi,” She pecked a kiss to his cheek. “Let's go swimming! It's really nice outside for it,” She grinned, shaking his shoulder a little.

While his girlfriend loved summer, Minho dreaded it. He hated sweating, it made him feel gross. Besides, when he was hot, he always got lightheaded and sick. He found the summer awful. Temperature wise. Oh and swimming. He would say he liked it.. If he even knew how to. 

Minho laughed nervously. “Can’t we just relax today? It's nice and cool in here.” He wrapped his arm around the girl pulling her into his chest. (y/n) hummed and shook her head a little, tracing shapes on the males black t-shirt. “Noo! I wanna swim! Come on, pleasee!!” She begged. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Minho tried to avoid her eyes, knowing he would fall for them. “But you know I can’t swim, babe..” He sighed. “I’ll teach you!! Come on! Up! Up!” (y/n) grinned and jumped up, dragging his arm. Minho snickered a little, finally giving in, but only because she was so cute. 

They headed to their room to change. Minho didn’t really need to, he just slipped off his shirt, tossing it into the laundry bin. (y/n) stared at two different bathing suits, trying to decide which one she wanted to wear. They were both two pieces, but they had different designs. One was a pretty lavender, the other was white with small lemons on it. She huffed before just deciding on the purple one. She changed and stepped out of the closet. She giggled sheepishly as she hugged her stomach. It's not like Minho hand’t seen her before, but she still got nervous.

Minho was giving attention to Dory, who laid on the bed beside him. He looked up when the closet door opened. He blinked a few times before smiling. “You're so gorgeous,” He said. “You really think so?” (y/n) tilted her head softly. Minho nodded and waved her over. She shuffled over to him. He gently removed her arms from her stomach, holding her waist. He kissed all over her stomach. (y/n) giggled and pushed away his head. “Stoppp” She giggled some more, the tickles from the kisses lingering on her skin. “Come on, dingus,” She tapped below his chin and headed out to the backyard. 

Minho rolled his eyes. He gave Dory a kiss on the head before following her out. He frowned when he stepped outside. He peaked around. “(y/n)?” He spoke, looking for the missing female. (y/n) grinned as she hid on the side of the door, where Minho couldn’t have seen her when he exited. She ran out and pushed him into the pool, giggling loudly before jumping in after him. Minho had screamed, flailing as he fell into the cool water. He shot up, coughing and pushing his hair from his face. “Yahh!! (y/n)!!” He yelled. The female laughed loudly, covering her mouth. “I’m gonna kill you!” Minho rushed at her, tackling her into the water. 

(y/n) squirmed a bit under the water. She opened her eyes, blinking them a few times to get used to it. She grinned a little and reached up to tickle his tummy. Minho screeched and let go of her. (y/n) shot up, gasping a bit for air. She snickered. “I hate you..” He huffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I bet you do.” She nodded. “Okay, now, do you wanna learn how to swim or not?” She grinned. Minho huffed and squinted at her. “Fine. Yes,” He nodded. “Good. Go grab that floaty over there.” She pointed. Minho followed and reached out of the pool to grab the ring. He slipped it over his head, putting his arms through it as well. 

He waddled back over to his girlfriend. She smiled at him. “Okay, good,” She grabbed his hands gently. “While I pull you, I want you to kick your feet. Don't kick too hard, but enough to push yourself.” She explained. She began to walk backwards, pulling Minho along with. Minho started to kick his feet, the water splashing up a bit. He grinned as he started to get it. “This isn’t too bad,” He said as he started to get the hang of it. “Good! Okay, now, without the floaty, hm?” (y/n) nodded to him. 

Minho stood back up and slipped out of the ring. He pushed it away. “Wait! But what if i drown?” He grabbed her hand dramatically. “You won’t drown, Minho. Besides, I'll keep you up, don't worry,” She reassured. He nodded a small bit. (y/n) move to his side and held her arms out. “Okay, now float up,” She helped him, keeping her arms bllow his chest. She helped him stay afloat. “I hate it!” He whined and tried to stand again. “No! Minho, hey, kick your feet and use your arms.” (y/n) instructed. 

Minho whined. He slowly started to use his arms, moving his legs also. His eyes widened a bit as he started to move. (y/n) stayed close beside him, keeping her arms below his chest. “Good..” She mumbled, focused on keeping him afloat. He was in the water sure, but he was still kinda heavy. But she was strong enough to hold without much struggle. 

After a little more while of practicing, Minho was able to swim on his own. “Yayy!! I’m so proud of you, Min!!” (y/n) cheered. She clapped her hands and giggled at her boyfriend, who doggy paddled around the pool. He had a proud look on his face. He giggled. He swam up to his lover before standing up. He held her waist gently. “Thank you, my love.” He smiled. “Of course, handsome.” (y/n) giggled. Minho pecked her lips.

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This is such a silly thing that i wrote. I'm not sure if i like it or not, but i needed to post sum. i thought this was acute idea, since its summer. ALSO OMG GUYS, the new album s sosos good! anywayss! i hope you guys liked this storyy!! stay safe, loves! i hope you have a good day/night!!

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[satashiiwrites]

snippet sunday

tagging the usual suspects, @monsterrae1 @quietborderline @missanniewhimsy @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @rosieposiepuddingnpie @whimsyswastry with no pressure. This is all for fun.

banner by me.

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13, Steve POV (this is getting to be a 20k chapter 😆)

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings; Buddie, McDanno, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

Tags/warnings: first draft (may not make final edit for chapter), NavySeal!Buck, set post tsunami/lawsuit era, angst, slow burn, long fic

Steve’s never been one to put off unpleasant business so he turns his suddenly leaden feet toward Joe’s cell.  Robert, tonight’s watch, nods in acknowledgement and then slides down the hallway to give Steve a semblance of privacy even though Steve knows that if Joe talks loudly the sound will easily carry 

“Joe,” Steve greets his former mentor.

“Steve,” Joe returns as he sits up, coming to stand a few feet away but not reaching for the barred door between them. 

Steve doesn’t know what to say. He’s rooted to the spot and feels the weight of any decision pinning him in place. He’d purposefully taken Joe off the chess board but now he doesn’t know what to do.  Does he release Joe?  If he does, then what will Joe do?  Will he alert Doris and help her spirit Wo Fat away again so he can return to haunt Steve’s life and hurt more people?  Or will Joe simply fade back into his retirement with a home base in Montana and floating in with the other tourists from time to time to visit?  

“Steve,” Joe calls softly, pulling his attention back to the older seal.  Joe looks tired, the lines around his eyes from years of exposure to the outdoor elements seem deeper and less like laugh lines than they used to.  He’s aged years in a span of days and Steve hates it. “You got him, I see.”

“I did.” The words stick in Steve’s throat which has gone drier than the desert. 

“I’m glad you corrected my mistake.” Joe says gently and closes the distance between them, leaning on the bars of his cell.  They’re not quite touching but they could be if Steve let them. 

“So it was a mistake?”

“It was.  I let your mother—“

“Don’t call her that.  She doesn’t deserve that honor,” Steve cuts in and corrects with a viciousness that he didn’t know he was harboring, tamping down on the urge to say something worse about the woman who’d birthed him.

Joe tilts his head, studying Steve and then slowly nods.  “You’re right.  Doris.  Doris knows my weak spots and she played into them.  It’s not an excuse but an explanation—I don’t expect your forgiveness.”

“What if I want to give it?”  Steve isn’t sure he does want to forgive Joe but he dislikes this entire conversation and hasn’t made a decision about forgiveness yet. 

Joe leans back and sighs.  “I haven’t earned that, Steve.  Sitting in here?  This is just me making it easier for you to do your job at this point.”

“I have to let you out at some point,” Steve mulishly points out. 

Another shrug.  “I suppose you do—and I have a possible suggestion.”

“Suggestion?”

“Allow me to correct my mistake.”

Steve doesn’t follow.  “What do you mean?” 

“Allow me to correct my mistake,” Joe repeats, not clarifying. 

Crossing his arms over his chest, Steve resists the urge to growl in frustration.  Joe’s not giving details because he either wants Steve to have plausible deniability or he’s going to pull something that Steve is going to regret and Steve isn’t sure which it is.   “I’m going to need you to lay this one out for me.”

“My mistake was allowing Wo Fat to escape the nice little maximum security hole you’d stuck him in.”

“And what?  You’re going to take him back to Colorado?”

Joe doesn’t confirm or deny. “I will put him in a place he won’t be able to crawl out of—even with Doris’ help.”

#Family familia ‘ohana #Buddie #mcdanno #navyseal!buck #First draft #snippet sunday

[headingalaxys-spicy]

I don't know if you've ever done it, but I'd like to see some headcanons for Alpha Alfred and a fem Omega 😳 it could be nsfw or fluffy, it's up to you! Thank you much <33

Me: *On my third cup off coffee* (pumpkin spice or caramel apple is involved)

Alfred: Don’t you think you should chill on the-

Me: Yeah not happening. Here just take this script of unbridled hornyness.

Happy Friday I hope y’all have fun. I’m finally able to write. I’m on my full ass nonsense. 😂

Viewer discretion advised because this is a partial spice post.

Alfred is lowkey obsessed with you and, to some degree, does control you, but nothing that is crazy extreme. Just in terms of where you can be and some of the things you wear (although the latter isn’t highly enforced only sometimes. I.E., you’ll have more dresses and skirts than you’d like, and he’d never let you go alone to a major metropolitan area. Too dangerous. Fem omegas of your stature are pretty, talented, and overall strength-wise extremely weak. You’d be kidnapped in a heartbeat.

He’s also kind enough to not have it be an enforced rule that you have to wear one of the numerous collars that he’s bought for you. Yes, a lot of those said collars are made out of diamonds, silk, velvet, and one with an enticing red ruby in the center. He despersatly wanted to buy you a collar that would tantalize you enough to wear one for him. Even with his baby blues begging you to wear one you’ve still refused.

In his mind: “I’m going to get you Y/N! You don’t know how adorable you’d look in one of these!” He will continue to pout about it for awhile and will playfully attack you with an intense tickle session.

His favorite thing to do to you is pounce on you. (Yes, it annoys you for a few reasons #1, he’s heavy, but also…) Just as you’re about to fall asleep on the couch, he will take this as the perfect time to strike. He wants the maximum shock value out of you. He curls himself around you like a large, warm duvet, and due to his muscles, he feels like a warm, heated & weighted blanket. Once you are in his grasp, he will throw himself off the couch and roll around on the carpet like a rolle polle bug. It’s a nerve-racking experience for 30-45 seconds while he shouts in your ear. (Talk about sensory overload.) You know he does this because he’s excited to see you and loves you. He also does it to get his scent all over you. You were taken, and that’s what he wanted to convey to anyone who interacted with you that you belonged to him. He does spray your clothes, by the way, with his special cologne.

He likes to sit next to you on the couch to whack you with his golden retriever tail. He thinks he’s funny, so he does try to beatbox, complete with thunderous clapping, leg slaps and Alfred even slaps your legs for added effect. You will yelp in pain because he isn’t exactly gentle when he does these things to you. You will have multiple red marks on your skin where he made multiple slaps on your leg while he created his mix tape. He will give you gentle, light butterfly kisses that make sparkles fly up to your gut. You blush. It will look as if a wildfire had swept across your face. He enjoys making you blush. It’s one of his favorite pastimes. His hands will move up your face and caress your cheeks for a few moments, drinking in your flustered face. He will then move to pinching your cheeks and trying to make you do silly faces. His favorite is trying to make loud whale noises…..(Think Dory from Finding Nemo doing her whale call.) You do kick him in the stomach to make him stop.

Whenever there is a storm outside, he likes to have the comfiest fluffy white rug with nice weighted throw blankets that can cool the two of you off if things get too heated. Speaking of things being heated….

He liked to play the song “Lay it Down” by Steelix to start off the steamy session. You’ve become accustomed to this, and you mentally prepare for his aggressive attack on your body.

THE SPICY STUFF

When you start he will remove your clothes to “Kiss me More” He will start by kissing your shins and move upwards to your thinly clothed sweet spot.

It’s a given that you’ll be cream-pied every time the two of you will make love. (It can’t be helped really since you belong to him and depending on the situation you can die if you go too many heats without being knotted in by him.)

It’s a given that you’re ALWAYS sore afterward you were sure it was because the size of his 8 ½ cock and the speed in which he bulldozed into at the pace of “Touch my body” by Mariah Carrey, “Sugar” by Maroon 5, and “Sweet Spot” Kim Petras. As he rhythmically bangs you to the song that's playing, he’s in a state of pure bliss as his claws dig into your soft skin keeping you in place. He shows your pussy no mercy. Only when the music tempo slows so will he. As long as it’s upbeat and fast the pounding on your core will last.

You will feel relief when you heard the song “Slow it Down” by Kim Petras and his movements will soften. He will make slow love to you and try to harmonize his heartbeat with yours as his heated member began to get stuck in your heat and your slick walls began to close in on him. The base of his member swelled to twice his size to complete the knot inside of you. Now that he was fully erect and interconnected to you not a single drop of him would be wasted. You howl out in pleasure encouraging him to continue and proving him with a melody that is easier to listen too than the song that gently played in the room. His thrusts were sloppy and he was coated in sweat, tiny droplets of blood, and your juices.

Alfred is good with getting things done. You only had sex once and you were already showing signs that life was beginning to grow inside of you. He will be overjoyed and spin you in the air. He will smile and smirk at you while his tail is whipping at you with glee. His dick rushed upwards towards the sky causing the buldge in his jeans to become large and senstive.

“Ready to go again?” He kisses your cheek softly to coax you to say yes and sing his name.

“Y/N, Y/N come on you know you want to~” He will lick your cheek and rub his budding heat aganist your entrance, which will only be there for a few more seconds more before he rips it off your body.

From there Alfred will proceed to leave his mating mark on the right side of your collarbone. Mind you this will hurt like hell for a few hours once he sinks his canines into you. Once he does this a lot of your body will be inflamed so he will do his best to maintain a slow and steady pace as not to injure you or give you a long lasting rash in between your thighs due to all the heat, sweat, and friction.

#hws #hetalia fandom #headingalaxys writes stuff #hws america #hetalia #hetalia omegaverse #yandere hetalia #headingalaxys spicy #alfred f jones #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction writers #axis powers ヘタリア #hetalia x reader #dark hetalia x reader #yandere america x reader #x reader

[juliasnrubs]

How to write characters (fun)

Creating characters is one of my favorite parts of writing. From naming them to figuring the dynamics between them and other characters, it feels like getting to know a real person.

Naming characters. I could go on an on about this, but I’ll keep it short. Some things to keep in mind are: a characters ethnicity or background (John vs Juan vs Hanna); meaning, either symbolically (Ash, Grace, ect.) or linguistically (Alison= “noble” in German, “the tooth” in Arabic). Sometimes the name itself can give you an idea for a character— I see the name Raven and I get a teenage girl with long hair and eyeliner, possibly an assassin. I see the name Doris and I think of a receptionist at a dentist’s office with short curly hair and a mug with a cat on it. I see the name Grant and I think of a love interest in some sort of dark-academia boarding-school mystery kind of setting.

Character playlists. I don’t care what anyone says, character playlists ARE writing. What songs remind you of your character? What songs fit their vibe? What would they sing in the car? What song describes their relationship with their s/o, sibling, best friend? There’s a Taylor Swift song for every relationship. (Forbidden love? Getaway Car. Friends to lovers? It’s Nice To Have A Friend. Falling out of love? tolerate it. Abandonment issues? All You Had To Do Was Stay. I COULD GO ON). One Direction has a lot of good relationship songs, but at the end of the day, it’s your playlist. Do what feels right!

Pinterest. There are so many cool character ideas/designs/concepts on Pinterest. I’m more of a visual learner, so it’s helpful for me to actually see people and create a whole character that way. The visual range of the subject in the drawing/photo as well as the range of content creators helps so much in keeping my characters diverse in personality, ethnicity, age, body type, hair type as well as cool ideas for scars, outfits, weapons, hobbies, ect. The possibilities are endless.

MBTI personality types. Most people (myself included) don’t know enough about the personality types to be able to pull types out of the air when creating characters, but once you get to know our character, looking up the MBTI types can be helpful, especially when it comes to the strengths and weaknesses of each type. I either make my best guess per character and read through a couple different types for ideas, take the MBTI test as if I were that character, or, if I’ve based my character (i.e. Calida) off a person I know (i.e. my best friend), find out what personality type that person is (ESTP).

I also have a running list of people’s personality types on my phone, which helps when guessing characters personality types or creating a character based off an MBTI type (i.e. I want an ENFJ character. Who do I know who’s an ENFJ? Can I base a character off them? What would they do in x situation?)

Memes. Incorrect quotes, “_____ characters as Vines,” “_____ characters as TikToks,” alignment charts (chaotic good, lawful evil, ect.), that one triangle of “pulls into McDonalds while children cheer, orders a single black coffee and leaves,” or just a plain old meme, it’s a great and fun way to get to know your characters in a more informal setting and learning how they interact with each other and fit into their friend group. Sense of humor? Mom friend? Snarky or deadpan? Accident prone? These aren’t the kind of things you discover about your characters right away. It only works after you’ve spent time with them, and when writing seems too overwhelming or cumbersome, memes are the way to go.

The better you know your characters, the better you know how they’ll interact with other characters. Which leads us to…

Creating dynamics. Dynamics are all about relationships. Sibling dynamics, for example, can range from Gamora and Nebula (Guardians of the Galaxy) to Luke and Leia (Star Wars) to found family, like Kaz and Jesper (Six of Crows). Sticking to the siblings theme, clichés can be a jumping-off point— because if you truly make them your own, they’re not clichés anymore, they’re people. Overprotective, popular teenage brother and their younger sister? It’s a Wattpad classic because that’s an actual situation. A multitude of sisters and one younger brother? I’ve lived that. A messy sibling and a neat one sharing a room? I’ve lived that. There are an endless combination of people, and no two relationships are the same. As long as you take the time to do it right, there’s no way it can be cliché.

Write everything down. Whenever I can, I try to save lists of characters people wish they could see more in books. Whenever I get a character idea or an idea for a character dynamic, I write it down, even if I have no idea what to do with it later. Here’s some examples straight from my Notes app (feel free to use these to to add to them):

Two sisters with Reputation/Lover personalities, respectively. (For those who don’t know, Reputation and Lover are two Taylor Swift albums with completely opposite vibes). One is intensely scary on the outside but really wants love and security and to protect those she cares about and pretends not to care about what people think of her (Reputation). The other is bubbly and happy and friendly on the outside but will mess you upppp with zero hesitation or regret, low-key sociopathic (Lover, with a twist).

Hot jock sword girl (broadsword, or possibly a mace) (Think Jane Foster Thor) with her nerdy short cartographer boyfriend who wears glasses and gets flustered easily and can barely lift her weapon

Viking-esque (pirate?) sword/axe girl with bleach-blonde curls

Older sibling who is shorter than their younger sibling (and mad about it)

“Every firstborn daughter is the girl version of their dad.”

Upper-class character who is secretly poor but doing everything they can to hide it and keep their family out of relative poverty

Princess/gardener romance. He leaves her roses on her window but she has no idea it’s from him. He’s pretty faded into the background (a wallflower, pun intended) so she’ll just be talking to her friend trying to figure out who it is and not even noticing him but he hears every word but is too shy to say anything. Maybe she’s kind of snooty in the beginning, but changes by the end? Bonus points if he ends up saving her life. OOH what if he saves her life somehow, she’s kind of snooty and pretentious and mean to him and he loses feelings but they’re stuck together, they go on some kind of adventure, she gets humbled along the way, she finds out he was her secret admirer and falls for him, he’s going to give up on her but then she does something that shows her character tear development (parallel to the beginning of the book, but she makes a different choice?), he falls for her again and they live happily ever after, secret admirer to enemies to lovers 50K words BOOM.

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[simblr-dorian-and-co]

A tiny one-shot...

"Take the time to be happy"

Enjoyment and silence. 

The smell of fresh pancakes and maple syrup throughout the cottage. 

Two faces, wrinkles around the eyes, smiles around the lips. 

"I love you." Pavus said.

Trevelyan grinned widely.

"It's so beautiful and incredibly easy to say. What was wrong with me? How have you put up with me all these years?" Dorian continued. 

David reached across the table and placed his hand on Dorian's. 

"You always said it, non-verbally. I saw the three words in your eyes. In the way you spoke to me on the phone. When we made love, every second was filled with your love. I never doubted it, never ever!"

David's face shone, there was a glow in his eyes, purer and more beautiful than a sunset on a perfect summer day. 

"Love me, David! If you still want me...of course."

It was not yet dark outside, but inside David's bedroom was brightly lit. 

Two people were lying closely entwined on the neat double bed.

They were kissing wildly and passionately. Dorian tasted dreamlike. David was out of his mind. Even if all this was just a dream, David would savor it until he awoke. 

And then zippers and buttons were pulled, clothes flew carelessly in a high arc beside the bed. Both moaned greedily in ecstasy. 

"You are so beautiful, Dori, my heart." Growled David as he set to work on Dorian's privates and began kissing, kneading and licking them. 

Dorian cried out briefly as David "inhaled" him to the hilt.

Feelings like they had then returned. Infatuation, desire, lust.

Dorian felt young and free. He gasped and pressed his lover's head deep between his thighs with both hands. 

"Oh God, David, I love you, I need you. More, David, more!" Chuckled Pavus. 

David came up to him and kissed him, his breath hot and smelling of lust and passion. 

"I don't have anything on me...Dori...oh heavens, no condoms and no lube...crap..." Moaned Trevelyan as he let his tongue dance deep inside Dorian's mouth. 

Dorian started giggling with his mouth full. 

David broke away from him and looked at him, panting and questioning.

"Never mind, we'll figure it out." Pavus opined. 

With those words, he pulled his lover back to him.

A little later, David sat sweating on the man of his wildest dreams and rode him with fervor. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his body glistened in the glow of the lamps. Dorian below him gazed into his face. His silver-gray eyes shone, a glow full of splendor and hope, honor and love, desire and ecstasy. Dorian's heart raced, he felt David's every movement and it just felt right. Sex had always been fun and recreational for him, but making love to Trevelyan had always been more for Dorian. He had never experienced this kind of satisfaction anywhere else. Each climax was not only felt physically, he felt each orgasm in his soul. Dorian screamed David's name to the world, wanting everyone to hear. 

And Trevelyan leaned down to him, kissed him gently and whispered, "I'll never let you go!" 

This was too much for both of them. 

They came at the same time and it was like the world was ending! 

Flashes of light in front of the eyes, that pleasurable feeling below the belt and the magnificent strong contractions... It was heaven on earth. 

▪︎▪︎▪︎ 

"David... come with me to Canada! You can take pictures and I can keep researching. We can find a nice cottage for you."

They lay side by side in a sweat, caressing each other lovingly. 

"I would only irritate you, darling. I'd keep you from working all the time. You'd be dog-tired day in and day out, and probably often you wouldn't be able to sit down for days..."

They both began to laugh heartily. 

After a while Trevelyan said, "You know I will never come between you and your work. I would never ask you to choose."

Dorian's look became sad. 

Again they were both silent for a while. 

Then the man with the cheeky mustache began to speak, "You gave me this package, didn't you? Tell me what's inside, honey."

"Nope! This you'll have to find out for yourself!" 

David jumped out of bed like a lad and continued, "And now it's off to the shower. I need more... hurry up, please..."

And David scurried into the bathroom with his member already erect.

Dorian couldn't help but follow his beloved. 

They didn't even make it into the shower. Dorian took David in front of the sink. They meanwhile looked into each other's eyes in the mirror, utter rapture and pure lust in their gazes. Despite the fact that Trevelyan was no longer young, he could take so much. His deep moans, which were more like humming, only turned Pavus on more. Dorian left bite marks on his beloved's pale skin, nothing could separate them...

▪︎▪︎▪︎

They lay in the tub filled with hot water and lavender scent rose.

"You are a dream, Dori! You make me so happy!" Trevelyan was glaring at his counterpart, big purple-eyes glittering in the light of the pleasantly lit bathroom.

"Old charmer! You've just earned me fair and square and..." Dorian broke off in mid-sentence.

David waited, wanting to give his sweetheart time to find suitable words or possibly start over. 

But nothing came. Dorian looked into the tub and played with the foam in front of him.

It was quiet and they both enjoyed the warm water, after all the hard work of the last minutes. 

However, David wanted to know if Dorian was really satisfied and okay.

"Sweetie? Can I ask you something?" 

A broad and warm smile appeared on the striking face of the slightly older man.

"Of course. Anything!"

"What did you mean earlier, Dori?"

Shoulder shrugged in lieu of a reply. 

"What else do I earn? An Oscar? A high five? What, darling?" 

David's voice was so deliciously dark and deep, Dorian got goosebumps thinking how much he had missed that timbre, because on the phone everyone sounded kind of completely sterile and surreal after all. 

"Mmmmmmh...you're getting goosebumps. How sweet! Hihihihi..." Chuckled Trevelyan. 

Dorian patted the water with the flat of his hand that it just splashed.

"Naughty boy!"

And a little water fight began. 

They laughed and were silly and boisterous like little children on a hot afternoon at the lake.

When they had calmed down and were out of breath, Dorian looked deeply and lovingly into the kind eyes of his beloved.

"You deserve to be happy, you're a nice person."

David laughed, "Amen!"

"I mean it!"

"Dorian, you alone are the reason I am happy. All I need in the world is YOU! I'm neither a do-gooder nor modest, but I need nothing more than you. Life can be that simple. Funny, isn't it?"

When David became so serious and tender, Dorian always felt quite different. 

He lacked nothing in early childhood except trust and unconditional affection. Later, too, he had everything one could dream of, and yet he lacked this selfless affection for which he longed so much. And now there was this hairy guy sitting across from him in the tub, making him wishfully happy. 

Wishfully happy?!

WOW!

Dorian had some kind of revelation!

Just at that moment, Pavus made a life-changing decision....

"Oh God, deeper, my darling, yeah deeper! Damn... this is... oh God...!"

Dorian saw stars. 

Although David was mostly the passive one in bed, he could dish it out like a champ! 

Irresistibly deep yet soft thrusts sent Dorian into surges of the wildest flushes after only seconds. He moaned with pleasure and breathed irregularly, everything in him wanted more and more and more. And Trevelyan gave everything! He could literally go on forever - give and take, no idea how he could control and restrain himself like that. 

"How close are you, darling?" Groaned the man with the stubble beard. 

Pavus bit his lips. A little too hard, he was starting to bleed, but that little anal climax just now came as a surprise and bubbled up inside him like champagne. 

"You okay, hon?" Sweat dripped from David's forehead. He continued to thrust, but tenderly wiped the slight stream of blood from the corner of Dorian's mouth.

"I'm...oh heavens...I've...oh more...I'm coming all the time...I'm losing...oh God...the ver...nnnngh...."

Dorian panted and writhed under David's rhythmic movements. 

"I'll wait for you..."

David leaned toward Dorian, licked away the last drops of blood, and then kissed him. 

Trevelyan was unaware of how comfortable it was with him. He always thought he wasn't good enough. Not for one-night stands, quickies in restrooms, especially not for Dorian. But he was a good lover, a tender man, a powerhouse. He hadn't lost any of his stamina over the years.

"Give me the rest, darling, please....David, please..." Dorian pleaded, his member crimson red, twitching bolt upright, begging for release. 

And David stopped, scrambling from his kneeling position over to Dorian's side, and then his tongue and mouth helped his lover see the light. 

Dorian moaned and gasped and repeated David's name like a mantra until it finally overcame him. 

David was so pleased and equally happy that he didn't even pay attention to his own climax. He enjoyed the sight of his writhing lover, his heart ablaze. 

"You are the most beautiful thing on earth and in the universe. I love you, Dorian Pavus." With these words, David lay down very close to Dorian and rested his sweaty head on Dorian's chest, which was covered with beads of sweat.

"I love you too, David." Dorian gently stroked the cheek of the man for whom he would soon give up everything...

#dragon age inquisition #the sims 4 #modern au #one shot #triad #afterlife #my writings #dorian pavus #david trevelyan #pavelyan #my precious boys #Davidorian #my screenshots edited

[therainbowfishy]

100 Things That Made My Year 2022

Austin Kleon’s 100 Things That Made My Year lists, which inspired this one.

That it finally felt like an actual year and not like I’ve been sitting, unmoving, in the same chair like it had for the past two years. Starting to feel more like myself again. 

Starting a new job, this time in small publishing at Hub City Press, on a small but mighty team. Can’t believe I applied for the job about 15 minutes before the application window closed…a good reminder to not procrastinate and just do the thing. 

Learning more about small presses and independent publishers. (If you so happen to need a decentralize publishing t-shirt…) 

Bookshop cat, Zora, and illustrating postcards and even a tote with her on it

Keeping in touch with my bookseller friends from Avid Bookshop…

Including a visit from my bookseller friend Elizabeth in October and having what felt like a sixth grade sleepover weekend (eating snacks in a cemetery, wandering around on foot, hanging out in the kitchen, watching cartoons, talking good nonsense) and hunting the giant skeletons of Spartanburg.  

And taking the Amtrak to Atlanta (the stations in Spartanburg and Atlanta reminded me a lot of the one in Poughkeepsie with the wooden benches; I love a fall train ride)

to go to another bookseller friend’s wedding! It was exclusively fun and games with a magical forest ceremony. I also got to eat the best rectangular potatoes I’ve maybe ever eaten.

My new apartment. Very grateful for my parents’ help with the entire terrible moving process and the delirious roadtrip to get here. Also for the lamps they bought me for Christmas. (Also my entire life and livelihood, just basic things.) Getting out of Florida!! Filling up my space with art and books and snacks. Sitting with the backdoor open and reading when the weather is nice. Having a dishwasher, a laundry room in the basement, and windows that actually face the sun. 

Space & calmness

Living next to the library and being able to walk to work.  Libraries and living across the street from one.

Biking around town, especially down the rail trail. 

The y’all giraffe. The yellow ginkgo leaves. The clouds reflected in the distorted mirrors on top of the fire station. Corporate Denny’s park. The creepy little art park and its riddles. The best-stocked little free library that tells you how far the actual library is. The trains in every direction.

My surprise, last-minute New York trip earlier this year, where I got to see old friends in person again. Visiting familiar places; new and old bookshops (Yu & Me Books! Terrace Books! Codex! McNally Jackson!); bagels; Mitsuwa in Fort Lee; snow in late March; walking and wandering. 

Tofu Takes Time coming out in April and the incredible virtual launch party at Avid Bookshop!

WOODEN OVERCOATS!!!!!!!!! Becoming completely obsessed (making fanart, joining a discord server levels…) with this charmingly dark British comedy about rival funeral homes. Listening to the last season as it came out and streaming the liveshows. 

Subsequently diving into the wacky, imaginative world of audio drama. Some highlights: Wolf 359. The Axe & Crown. Life with Leo(h). (Please send more recommendations.)

Other podcasts: Books Unbound. Dear Hank and John. SciShow Tangents. The annual episode of Home Cooking. Houseguest interviews.

North Carolina Thanksgiving with family and dogs in pajamas

Going wedding dress shopping with my sister :-O

Dori dog, always

Launching a new online art shop (and finally being free of Etsy!) Paper JAM Studios with friends

Tabling at the local art pop-up at Pharmacy Coffee and meeting creative people

TV: Better Things. Ted Lasso. Dickinson, season 3. Only Murders in the Building, season 2. Never Have I Ever, season 3. The Owl House. Abbott Elementary. Anything  Goes on PBS. Rewatching Bee and Puppycat. A little bit of Doctor Who because of this interview with David K. Barnes, head writer of Wooden Overcoats. 

Going to the movies with my parents to see Everything Everywhere All at Once, The Bob’s Burgers Movie, and Downton Abbey: A New Era.

Keeping up my Duolingo streak (day 962 as I type this)...still gamifying French, but also starting Mandarin again because I always disappoint desperate Chinese tourists in transportation hubs.

Cooking. Notably pan-fried scallion steamed buns, accordion potatoes, and shrimp toast

Soup! Finally finding this recipe and figuring out how to make this zucchini soup that my host family made a bunch in France. Trader Joe’s corn poblano chowder. Various potato soups.

Receiving potato gifts this year: a potato cookbooklet, potato-shaped soap (a gift from a previous year, but I’m finally using it), and a straight up bag of red potatoes 

Giving my dad and sister personalized book subscriptions for Christmas where I send them each a book based on their tastes every other month. My dad is a voracious, eclectic, and picky reader and my sister’s tastes are pretty different than mine, so it’s going to be an interesting challenge! 

Speaking of books…I got more into poetry this year: The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón, When I Grow Up I Want to be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen, and Cleave by Tiana Nobile became instant favorites. Watched the livestream of Ada Limón’s U.S. Poet Laureate inauguration and enjoyed hearing her read her work aloud. 

Enjoyed a lot of graphic novels/memoirs: Landings by Arwen Donahue. Ducks by Kate Beaton. Scout is Not a Band Kid by Jade Armstrong. Mamo by Sas Milledge. Cyclopedia Exotica by Aminder Dhaliwal. 

Stayed true to my kid lit sensibilities. Favorite picture books: Mina by Matthew Forsythe. If You Were a City by Kyo Maclear and illustrated by Francesca Sanna. Mac Barnett’s and Jon Klassen’s hilarious, genius retelling of The Three Billy Goats Gruff. 

Favorite Middle Grade: Hither & Nigh by Ellen Potter.

Favorite YA: The Lesbiana’s Guide to Catholic School by Sonora Reyes. The Astonishing Color of After by Emily X.R. Pan. 

And fairytales. Happily by Sabrina Orah Mark contains the most creative fairytale analysis mixed with memoir writing about these stories deep in our bones. Another upcoming release that I read early: Kelly Link’s latest collection of short stories, White Cat, Black Dog. My favorite stories in the collection are “The White Cat’s Divorce”, “The Lady and the Fox”, and “Skinder’s Veil.” Did you also know she runs a bookshop with her husband, Gavin J. Grant, Book Moon, where you can join the Moonlight Club? She also occasionally co-edits the zine Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet at Small Beer Press. If there’s a magic potion for it, I’d like to be Kelly Link when I grow up. 

Reading the Moomin comics during the summer and learning more about Tove Jansson’s life

Rereading the Olivia Kidney books

Enchanted Lion Books and their latest imprint-in-progress, Unruly

My epic pre-move flip flop tan and my closet consisting of 3 gray shirts (a button down, a sweater, and a sweatshirt–good for all occasions when I had to change out of my daily  uniform of gym shorts and tie dyed t-shirts)

Going through old stuff in my room while packing to move out. My neon orange PayDay wallet with the following inside: my Des Plaines Public Library card, a pool pass, a ticket to visit the Colosseum, 3 Disney World key cards, a National Jr.  Honor Society membership card, a name meaning prayer card, a Blockbuster receipt, a Borders gift card, a Books-A-Million discount card, two $2 bills, and my old Food Bazaar card from Queens. Drawings from elementary school, mostly of girls, princesses, horses, and Golden Retrievers. A friendship checkbook. My tiny retainer from fifth grade. Non-roll crayons. 

Flipping through journal entries from the same date, years ago

Listening to more music this year

Lady Lamb!! Her lyrics are like poetry--visceral and crammed full of haunting imagery. Her song structures are also unconventional, going from melancholic to upbeat and back again. Favorites: Crane Your Neck, Regarding Ascending the Staircase, Hair to the Ferris Wheel, Vena Cava, Billions of Eyes, Even in the Tremor, The Nothing Part II, Milkduds, We’ve Got a Good Thing Going On, Rooftop, Dear Arkansas Daughter.

Ezra Furman, particularly: Restless Year (for first half of the year) and Watch You Go By (second half)

Also these songs

Looking at the sky

My New York plant Alex is miraculously still alive!

Slow mornings with no technology. Breakfast with coffee and crossword puzzles. 

Karlotta Freir’s illustrations were SO. GOOD. this year, and she was also so generous in providing art resources, advice, and community. 

Making collages

Of art that I made this year, these are my favorites: Skunk. Bat. Daydreamer

Animal Adventures Week

Making more comics, like this journal comic, this script-based one, and this lyric-based one.  

Banana Pocky sticks

Eating strawberries all summer long after having been a lifelong strawberry hater 

Strawberry banana smoothies

Practicing ukulele again

Zoom Ballet

This ABT and Nationale Opera & Ballet gargouillade showdown cracked me up.

Getting an Edible Arrangement with chocolate dipped pineapple flowers for my birthday

Kelli Anderson’s kinetic paper sculptures

Substacks, blogs, and newsletters: Robin Sloan. Rebecca Green (Her Patreon is an incredible illustration resource, especially if you’re working on picture books). Magali Franov. Slow Motion Multitasking by Julia Pott. Slowpoke by Carson Ellis (especially the Butter & Egg Parade post and the Egg Sisters series). Comfort Soup by Dasha Tolstikova.  

Playing phone puzzle games: Tile Snap. Boo! Water Sort. 

Revisiting The Enchanted Bookshop comic for Inktober/Spooptober and making a Goodnight Moon parody

Doing JaNoWriMo (NaNoWriMo, but in January, when it’s less hectic) with my writing group at the beginning of the year and writing the beginnings to a lot of fun, weird short stories (2022 was about starting things or muddling through the middle, and I hope 2023 will be about finishing them). 

Also writing a few abecedarian microstories

Reading picture books over video calls to writing group

Creative projects, especially ones in collaboration with friends

Starting new art and writing projects

Thinking about bookshop astrology (more on this later) 

Remembering more of my dreams

YouTube: TwoSetViolin, This Savannah Brown video, Jessica Richburg yoga. Leena Norms, Honeybunch of Onion Tops, Simone Giertz, Furry Little Peach, Rosianna Halse Rojas, Marion Honey, Megan Wang, AnswerinProgress, ItsRadishTime, Leigh Ellexson, Frannerd, Ariel Bissett’s DIY home renovation 

This short film

Walking around Falls Park with Sarah and Kevin in Greenville

Cutting my own hair a bunch of times and then letting it grow really long again

Art Patreon: Frannerd, Rebecca Green, Jamie Green 

Daily 11am coffee break walk

Finishing a sketchbook and starting a new one. Getting new art supplies like caran d’ache crayons and colorful inks.

Painting with an underlayer of ink, and then using gouache and colored pencil

Lost my aunt this year (she was an ex-nun and still really sharp even at 90 years old), but she got to see my finished picture book, and I’m grateful that I had a nice phone call with her in the spring. 

Making jiaozi with my parents for Lunar New Year and with Dad and Sarah on Christmas Eve

Tumblr continuing to be tumblr and Daily Dracula (in theory, not in practice cause I can’t read my emails that consistently, but what a great concept) and the endless stream of art, animation, poems, and weird bits of information

Continuing to avoid covid *knock on wood*

Keeping in touch with faraway friendships thanks to phone calls, letters, texts, and FaceTime

Voice notes with Kandace and Natalie

Hearing updates from friends and seeing them make big moves (Getting book deals! Getting promotions! Getting engaged! Getting married! Having kids! Buying houses! Quitting their jobs! Moving! Reevaluating what they want! Realizing there’s no one right way to live your life!)

Monthly video calls with my publishing mentor/friend who doesn’t work in publishing anymore

Spicy hot chocolate and peppermint Christmas lattes.

My dad texting videos and pictures from around Edward Gorey’s house/museum to me while he was on a business trip to Cape Cod

Running around the office as a sheet ghost

Being around people who say funny things and writing down quotes again

Going on a quest to find the kudzu-eating goats

Crispy tofu from Monsoon

Jalapeño Cheetos popcorn

Being out of high school for 10 years now and thinking about what I’ve done and made and where I lived and how I’ve changed and grown in that decade

Getting a surprise care package from Avid with intriguing ARCs and a bookmarked essay in an issue of the New Yorker about Margaret Wise Brown 

Enjoying (mild) seasons again

Feeling a lot better now than when I started the year

#2022 #year in review #100 things that made my year #100 things #recommendations

[gezellig-writes]

Part 2/??? 😂 Jacob for the ask game!

(Will answer mine when I claw some brainpower back!! 💖)

do I like them

How could I not? One of Bella's best moments was when she called him her personal son. He's one of my favorite parts of this series and his character assassination at the hands of Meyer will always be a tragedy

5 good qualities

His heart- he has so much capacity for love and gives so much of himself to others

He's caring and thoughtful with his time and especially the gifts he gives to his friends and family

He's loyal, maybe to a fault

He's perceptive- its shown more in the books than the movies, but he's easily able to tell when Bella doesn't want to talk about something (or someone) and doesn't push her further

He's literally described by Bella as her personal sun

3 bad qualities

The whole Bella kiss scene before the newborn battle in Eclipse. Just not a fan all around

He's also the type of person who doesn't know when to stop talking. Like its nice, but you don't always need his 24/7 running commentary and it can be a bit much when he and Quil get going

He's not good at talking about or dealing with his own feelings and sometimes that comes back to bite him

favorite episode/etc

The entire sequence when they restore the bikes. Jake dives headlong into it and is so giving with his time and energy and definitely knows how good it all is for Bella

otp

 I can't make a single choice, so you're getting several, that share equal value in my heart

Blackwater- for obvious reasons

Selfpartnered!Jake- This is mostly HC territory, but I really like the idea of him being single and working through his trauma, and learning to love and accept himself

Jake x Bella- This was my jam when I came back into twilight (aka The Movement of the Earth), and I was Team Jacob back when I first read the series. There’s also something so easy about their relationship like they’re two halves of a whole

brotp

I will always have a soft spot for Jake/Quil/Embry and their friendship. There's a ton of history between them, and a lot to work with, and their overall dynamic is quite fun

ot3

I don't think I have one?

notp

Jacob/Edward. I don't get it and I don't think I ever will

best quote

There is a lot to pick from, but I like this one from New Moon:

He sighed a heavy sigh. Then he reached over his toolbox to a paper grocery sack. He pulled out two cans of soda, cracking one open, and handing it to me. He opened the second and held it ceremoniously.

"Here's to responsibility," he toasted. "Twice a week."

"And recklessness every day in between," I emphasized.

He grinned and touched his can to mine

Not much, but I feel like it encapsulates some of his best parts

headcanon

He learned about cars from his Aunt Jane, Nana Doris, and Grandfather Hank (Sarah was the rebel artist in a family of mechanics), who own a garage in La Push. After Sarah's death, it became a bit of an obsession, but also a way to work through grief he had a difficult time processing.

The garage behind the house is his personal sanctuary, but Jacob has just as many fond memories of hours spent with his aunt and grandparents, old country music playing in the background as they taught him how to take apart cars and bikes and put them back together.

give me a character ask

#theclearwaters #jacob black #i completely forgot about this oh my gosh #the amount of time this has sat in my drafts is embarrassing #I'm also indecisive af and a bit of a perfectionist so theres that #answered #wolf pack headcanons #twilight headcanon

[shenyaanigans]

Nahida for the character ask meme?

YESSSSS!! ok so. this got long. i'm gonna put it under a cut!! also genshin spoilers up to patch 3.3!!

First impression

when nahida was first marketed, i felt an INTENSE type of way about her and like. not in a good way. all the sumeru marketing was coming out at that point and it made it pretty clear from the get go that gnshn was going pretty hard on the colorism, which--while expected--was vaguely frustrating. we had no clue whether or not sumeru's writing was going to be good, especially considering the quality of early 2.0, but the latter patches of inazuma had given me hope that sumeru's writing might be of the same caliber.

so when nahida came out and was Lilly White, amongst a sea of mostly Lilly White characters (save for cyno, dehya, and candace, who are all from the desert, and even then, those three are pretty light-skin), i had pretty much written her off. i wasn't sure if she would be ei 2.0 or what, but i figured if gnshn couldn't even acknowledge that the region they based part of their game on has many brown people of all shades, light and dark, and this could not be reflected in their designs, i wouldn't hold my breath that they would be able to write a halfway decent female archon.

with all that said tho....

Impression now

yeah ok she's my favorite LMAOOO.

i'm actually a bit conflicted bc like. while i wouldn't say every single bit of sumeru has been perfectly written or anything, for gnshn standards, it's really good bc it's like. normal level passable, you know what i mean? and that's in large part because basically every sumeru character is exceedingly compelling. even characters i was suspecting i wouldn't care for as much based on their drip marketing and such (candace, dori) still had fun moments and were not bland. which is a rly hard circle to square bc like. gnshn very specifically decided not to design them to be brown when they could have. in fact some of them would have had BETTER designs had they been brown (tighnari, nahida, both with the green and white color palettes in their clothes with darker skin tones would have been really nice). but the writing in this patch is decidedly better than the last. and yet also sumeru STILL has a lot of racist overtones--hard to tell if the way the desert people are treated is like. trying to showcase the way oppression works and the akademiya is wrong, which is sort of true, or if the story really thinks the desert people are just stupid and undeserving and bc they worshipped a god who lost, they should pay the price, which is uuhhhhhhhhh.

anyways basically. i feel complicated about the metatext surrounding all of sumeru. however from a story perspective and from a base level character perspective, i LOVE nahida. she is my skrunkly. she is so funny, she is so cute. she is trying her best to lead her people into a new era after the akademiya's corruption, and she's not afraid to make deals with bad people because her focus is on solving problems, not moral purity. she still has the "evil-good" line of thought that is unfortunately part of gnshn's storywriting, but her actions show she is a lot more black and white, so the "evil/good" rhetoric when it comes (which is actually quite rare) feels a bit more like author mouthpiece. (not to say that someone with black and white morality can't be interesting--cyno's my BOY--but a lot of gnshn characters who exhibit those behaviors are in fact not interesting bc it's supposed to be a given that we agree on what's right and what's wrong and half the time i'm like ????).

anyways, her relationship with the traveler and dunyarzad and scaramouche in particular have compelled me so much. she feels like a fully fleshed out character who is trying to do right by her people, and yet she's also a little kooky, a little underhanded. it's a fun balance. also scaramouche is her pet, and i find that extraordinarily delightful.

Favorite moment

man there were so many good ones but like. that moment when she breaks down crying while she's talking to greater lord rukkahdevata in irminsul just. the reckoning she had to do with a version of herself she's idolized, whom she's aspired to be, only to find that the only way to save her nation and become it's true god is to destroy it. the pain of having to say goodbye to a version of you that you liked better because you've been forever changed by traumatic events, and the memory of who you were before is not only an impossible goal to reach, but a toxic force that limits growth in the future.

anyways i just really like how she had to deal with grief, and how after, it's awful to know she no longer has the comfort of that memory, but heartwarming because instead she has a confidence and self-possession that would never have been possible if GLR hadn't been erased.

Idea for a story

i want to see her interact with zhongli and venti (sorry i rly do not like ei >~<) and i want to see how all three of them laugh over tea but also feel a pain and wistfulness at the same time. like sort of like when in kh2 (sorry), sora is saying goodbye to the twilight town crew and both sora and that group are like "idk why we feel an obligation to one another/why we feel so fucking sad but we do". i think it'd be cool if nahida also cried a bit when she was saying goodbye, but she couldn't figure out why...

Unpopular opinion

SHE'S NOT SCARAMOUCHE'S LITTLE SISTER. GOD. i love love love love scaramouche & nahida's relationship, it's fucking GREAT (see below). but one thing that makes me so mad is the way in which people just cannot help themselves when it comes to assigning a familial role to any character that's not in a romantic relationship with another. and little sister for nahida is particularly infuriating because like. she's the god of wisdom and is very much NOT a little girl in the way we picture little girls. she is a young god and is normal development for a vaguely immortal being (think Link in comparison to Mipha; they're developmentally the same age when Link is 17-18, but Mipha is around 55). but a god's development isn't on the same plane as a person's development, and i can't stand the infantilization.

(i'm not getting into the discourse of whether it's ok or not to ship nahida with other characters, so when i say i don't like her being infantilized that isn't an argument for or against that. i'm not interested)

anyways. all that is to say, it's a huge pet peeve of mine to put any character relationship into uncomplicated nuclear family dynamics. like i feel like it's just a way of justifying why ships that you don't like are "problematique" yknow??

Favorite relationship

so like i said, scaramouche and nahida are so fun. i like to think of them as friends/scaramouche is sort of her pet, and i think it's really funny. like they have so much in common when it comes to the "being erased from irminsul and then combined with a past self" thing, even though nahida doesn't know that, and their desire for self-discovery is so interesting. and like, scaramouche REALLY wants a purpose. he feels so empty inside, wandering from place to place, because he was supposed to be a puppet for the raiden shogun but wasn't quite right, and ever after that he's never known what to do with himself because he quite literally failed his one reason for existing. and nahida does this thing where she provides him with a purpose by having things for him to do, but she tries to respect his autonomy. she gives him the chance to know himself again and make decisions for himself regardless of whether it fits her agenda or not.

also scaramouche's relationship with emotions, with vengeance is such an interesting parallel and like ok, the GAME will not go into this because it's propaganda, but thinking about how angry nahida was at the sages for what they did to her and then thinking about scaramouche's relationship to what people have done to him i think would open up a new avenue to her. like nahida does the thing where she's like "yes your past self is evil" and i'm like "girl you cannot tell me you didn't feel sympathy for him, you let him go off the shits!"

anyways. marge.png. i just think they're neat.

Favorite headcanon

oooooo this is a toughie!! i think my favorite headcanon would probably be that nahida and cyno are besties and i think she plays TCG with him. and i think it'd be like. MASSIVELY funny if she was bad at it. like you know how benoit blanc in glass onion was super bad at clue and among us?? like nahida should be really bad at TCG, just because it would be funny. roger rabbit rules.

when this headcanon eventually gets jossed i'm gonna be so sad about it

#kat replies #genshin impact #SORRY THIS IS SO LONG. GOD.

[solivcgant]

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Do I Follow Them?: yes, more supernatural muses to remind eiji his life is anything but mundane

Why Did I Follow Them?: i cant remember ouo but i do remember seeing your return post recently and naturally had to supports 

Do We Role Play?: yes, but we can always rp more now that eiji knows doris is a cafe owner who games

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: of course! soon eiji will go annoy both doris and lilim 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: stealing from your wanted plots you posted a while back, but it stuck with me heh. i'm not sure of all the details yet-- but eiji is very protective uvu;; so naturally he will do his best to protect in anyway he can.. and then if he does do something that gets him hurt doris (or lilim) can show off their powers and kick butt. ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ showing eiji magic exists and that they don't need someone to protect them uvu #selfsustainingladies

A Song For Our Muses: 「magic」 - mrs. green apple. perhaps i cheated.. but the song fits.. and the title does too. heh. but i feel doris would use her magic just to make days in the cafe more exciting once she's able to share. いいよ もっともっと良いように, いっそ楽しもう Magicで日々を

Do I Ship Our Muses?: cries. i think we'll have to see how the chemistry with eiji flows first ouo for now he's just that random cafe customer who plays games cries.

What I Think About The Mun: i am happy to see you return! we haven't spoken very much oof since your return, but that's okay. it's still nice seeing a familiar url on the dash. i do like how your writing clearing differentiates between doris and lilim! i think finding your muses voice especially on multiuse is rough. but you fond a good balance! i hope we can talk more ooc soon and plot or just throw our muses at each other to see what they get into next.

Overall Opinion: a good dual-muse blog, both muses are complete opposites but still very fun to interact with. or in my case read interactions bc i haven't reached out as much as i should-- i think its a fun take on 'hiding' their identities while acting as regular humans for our interactions. bc we all know doris could tell eiji she is an archdevil, and he'd go 'in your graveyard game--?'

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#[ ouo but yes. let us talk more and see if eiji gets to add one more person roasting him heh #magicalshe #ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ | answered

[celestialpotat0]

july begins

When i last wrote in here, i was sad having had to leave the tahoe area knowing that it might possibly be my last trip into the mountains this summer. last chance to experience beautiful wilderness in all of summer's glory. and i ended my reflection with how i needed to turn to appreciating small, everyday occurrences.

so in the spirit of cherishing the ordinary life on the peninsula, away from my friends and family in socal, away from the frequent fun adventures of my 20s, and not being able to travel bc of working more than 40hrs a week lol, wanted to jot down favorite moments from last few weeks:

thinh's fourth of july bbq party at her house on 7/3. woke up the next day after the party with a headache from not drinking enough water the night before, i fail. it's been a cold summer, like why is it freezing outside at night in july. but i enjoyed meeting nice people, karaokeing was a blast, and am really happy to have such a wonderful person as a friend. we work at different hospitals but can relate in many ways. i've always considered summer to be full of events that break up the monotony of the rest of the year, and i'm happy this felt like that. instead of the new normal adulting summer when im no longer graduating anything or celebrating the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next

on 7/4 we went to a college campus on a hill and were able to see fireworks from foster city, redwood city, shoreline amphitheater, and more

dinner and drinks with lauren, doris, and chloe. it hasnt been easy leaving behind my friends in socal and moving to a new area; during the first part of my time here, there were occasions when i cried feeling lonely. ive really made an effort to use dance as a means to feel connected to others. you cant just expect friends to happen, you have to put in the work to build a community of support. i'm grateful to have found some ladies who share a love of dance. i like that we all come from different occupations and grew up in different parts of the world but can bond over participating in this art.

swam outdoors on a hot day in a 25-meter pool. free of electronics for an hour, just focused on each breath and motion to propel me through the water

moved into a new apartment. the novelty in and of itself is enough to make me happy, which says questionable things about me such as to what extent have i fallen victim to consumerism. at my previous apartment i never fully unpacked. i had plastic bags of stuff strewn haphazardly in bathroom cabinets. i kept prioritizing other things in my life over organizing my bathroom, closet, and pantry. but now everything in the bathroom is exactly where i want it to be. my small victory is so satisfying: unpacked and organized the bathroom completely. im not going to allow myself to travel until i fully organize the apartment this time.

I feel like it's the beginning of a new phase in the bay area. im getting more accustomed to work, and my commute is short now. i have a good amount of PTO planned. now have a list of activities that have been discussed to do with friends and the only problem is lack of free time--and lack of time is a better problem to have than lack of people who are willing to do them with you. im currently on a hiatus from scheduled dance, and for the time being im dancing only on a drop-in basis, which has actually been a huge sigh of relief; it's been good for my mental health to have less commitments on my plate. now my days off are actually days off where i can choose to dance if i want. while it's extremely rewarding to dance, not having any true days off (bc i would always have dance scheduled and mandatory on my days off from work) was detrimental and making me burnt out. in this new phase, i want to expect to travel less and say no more often and reserve time on my days off to be truly off.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Freakazoid x Reader Headcanons

❗Ooo, ooo! Freakazoid knows all about being a yandere! With the entire knowledge of the internet within him, he automatically knows everything about the trope, inside and out! But, don'tcha worry, Freak may be crazy, but he'd never be that crazy! … Wink. And, hey! It's not like he had anyone in his life he'd go that cuckoo over - sure, he loved Steph, but she was just a friend! And he hated when Dex got bullied, 'specially by Duncan (that weenie!), but it never went beyond understandable concern and anger. And if Cosgrove ever got in danger…! Well, Cosgrove could just tell the bad guy to knock it off, and then he probably would. And then, he'd ask if Freakazoid wanted to go get a mint - and boy, would he! 

💻 Well, that is, until one day, out of the blue, Freak saw you! (Hey, that rhymed!) It was a usual day for him - chasing after The Lobe in his Freak-Mobile. It's not like it made him go any faster, but hey! It sold toys, didn't it? Plus, this was a big deal-arooni! Freakazoid didn't expect The Lobe to take hostages! Sheesh, what a jerk. Why couldn't he just go back to the Washington Gardens restaurant and sing that song again? Man, that was a good song… But, nooooo, Lobey just had to build a big machine that probably ended with "3000" to like, I dunno, kill Freakazoid and become the main character of the show. Good thing Freak knew just how to save the day! By licking the machine's electrical outlet and causing it to explode, not being harmed due to being, at least partially, made of electricity.

❗Freak makes sure to help Cosgrove free the hostages and make sure everyone's all okie-dokie-lokie! And that's when he meets (drumroll, please!)... You! And wowie-zowie, you were absolutely gorgeous! Like, holy smokes! And you made him blush a bright blue when you hugged him, called him your hero, and thanked him profusely. It made him feel all weird. Well, weirder than usual. Like, his stomach went all tipsy-topsy-turvy. He even coughed up a butterfly! How'd that get in there? Ohh, he couldn't help but hug you back. You were so cute! And maybe you'd notice his muscles, too… He heard Cosgrove ask if he wanted to get a turkey sub, but… This time, he declined. After all, it wouldn't hurt to take extra time to make sure you were okay!

💻 Even after he's sure you're hunky-dory and walked you home, Freak can't help but keep his mind on you - long after he'd return control to Dexter. Heck, he couldn't even focus on watching Rat Patrol! You were on his mind, all the time! You were like… Like… A computer virus! ... A really cute and nice computer virus that he wanted to get to know better. So, he did! Sure, it might eat up some of Dexter's time, but, hey, some sacrifices must be made! He's sure his best bud will understand - this was love we're talking about here! So, he tried searching for you around the city, but eventually gave in and just went back to your place! And he may or may not have snuck in, if you weren't home, taking a look inside. Oh, you had such cool stuff!! Almost as cool as you! He'll slip out just as you come back, only to knock on your door, asking you to hang out with him.

❗Freak loved going out with you! Gosh, it was just so much fun, and! It meant he got to spend time with his most favoritest person in the world - you! He listens intently as you talk about your life, your interests, your hobbies. He immediately searches up everything you mention, and in an instant knows most everything about it. It's so exciting! He's able to keep up with and relearn everything through you telling him! It's a win-win! Just hearing you speak makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Gosh, it makes it hard to even focus on crime fighting when all of him just wants to be about you all the time. He couldn't help himself! He loved you, and with every second his love grew deeper and more intense! He loved you like misery loved company, like the internet loved cats, like how everyone loved saying "huggbees" (Go ahead, say it!). He needed to find a way to love you and protect you from villains without it distracting him.

💻 So, he does the smart thing, and kidnaps you! Don't worry your sweet little head! This is for the best. He had saved you again! Saving you was protecting you, and you were supposed to protect the ones you loved. He'll keep you in the FreakalairTM to keep you all safe and sound, and Ingmar will take care of you while he's on duty. He hopes Dexter won't try to rescue you while in control, but he doesn't mind sharing if it'll placate him, if you catch his drift. Be prepared for Freakazoid to smother you in hugs and kisses every time he returns. He's almost constantly holding you in his arms, flush against his chest. Oh, he was absolutely obsessed, and it felt so, so good! He loved you so much. He'll protect you from anything - especially Jeepers! Sheeeeeeesh! What a creep!!! He'll make sure Jeepers lays off you and the beavers!!

#sorry that the writing was a bit all over the place - i wanted to capture the feeling of the show/freakazoid's character :B #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #freakazoid x Reader #freakazoid #yandere #I would have mentioned Candlejack roo but i felt it was going on too l

[x-chubby-reader]

Hey, how about hcs Ushijima,Terushima, Bokuto and Kuroo getting jealous when their chubby s/o being hitting on right before their eyes 🥴 what would they do? Might as well do nsfw a lil' bit? 🥺

Thank you! I love your works ❤🥰

 Jealous Haikyuu Boys + !NSFW!

Ushijima, Terushima, Bokuto, and Kurro x Plus size reader

A/N - Hope I brought this to justice. I loved this idea a lot but I think they might have made them a little toxic- Also sorry for this being very overdue with writing, but as most of you know my motivation for lots of thing is shit. Also Thanks to @livieeee for basically helping to edit and give ideas for this. I also may add to the other characters NSFW as I accidentally gave Bokuto the most detailed part

Lowercase intended

Not proof read

NSFW included

Cursing

The Characters are all aged up for this Headcannon

Ushijima

we are all very aware about how blunt he is with things

not one to bottle things up

if he doesn't like something, he will voice his opinion

ushijimas blunt ass will sat whatever he wants if he deems that its true

doesn't everyone want to know the truth about things?

he also isn’t one to be easily jealous over things too

his confident ass knows that he’s got you in the long run anyways 

he has complete trust in you, your his rock

ushi knows that you wouldn’t go off to flirt with some douche just for the fun of it

the first time that he had ever found himself jealous was when you had dragged him out to your friends birthday party in college

he wouldn’t of even gone if you hadn't forced him out to be social and to make some friends with people his own age and should get out of the house for something other than practicing with the volleyball team he was on

since the party had been for your friend finally becoming of legal drinking age, of course there had been alcohol

oh i wonder how this liquid luck could get you into a predicament?

you had needed to go to the bathroom, so you gave your boyfriend a little wave before leaving

it should of only taken you about five minutes, and ushi knew that

so when you took over twenty he decided to go looking for you

while he was searching for your thicker frame, you had been quite preocupied with something else

there was this guy, completely drunk off of his ass, who wouldn’t leave you along

“are you lightning? because your my mc-queen”

 just really icky and shitty pick up lines

homeboy was so touchy too omfg like back up ass hat

you hadn't even noticed the amount of time that had passed until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder

boy did that make you jump

and he looked pissed

~Nsfw~

homeboy really said posessive~

ushi literally ripped you away into the bathroom as you had been stuck in the hallways for god knows how long

for once his touch wasn’t gentle with you, it was more rough and less caring

he’s so rough with you right now oml

to make the story short, you won’t be walking easily later

he wants to make you yell out, to show everyone in the premis know that you are his

“how about you let everyone know who you belong to, sweetheart~”

his buff ass literally is holding you up, just fucking railing into you

only stops when he deems that you are done

he even apologizes if he hurt you too badly

cleans the both of you up with one of the guest towels hanging, before walking you ever so gently out to grab a cab and make your way home

Terushima

while the two of you had been out shopping for god know what, you happened to spot an old friend

he was ole of those guy friends that were overly touchy, but you never had really minded it since he was just being nice

your friend had been very high energy and affectionate, but they always meant well

so your boyfriend, terushima, had just smacked a smile on his face and acted as friendly as could be

But he was jealous of all the attention you were giving him

hey you couldn’t help it, you haven’t seen the guy in years

hello? teru is your boyfriend, not this guy!

the look on his face when you exchanged numbers to meet up later

you would of thought that you had just shot his puppy dear lord

he was so god damn sad

“he’s totally trying to get into your pants y/n!”

“no he isn’t teru, he’s just being nice”

“y/n, no-”

your so oblivious to it 

terushima has two levels jealously

he goes from pout-y little kid to complete asshole in a matter of seconds

homeboy is black and white with his personality, there is no gray area with him

even though he isn’t one to keep quiet about something he doesn't like, he did it anyways for your sake

though he glared holes into him

eventually when he had left ho boy did terushima give you an earful

you heard even more when he found about how you made plans with before mentioned friend to have dinner

it was just so the two of you could catch up after the many years that you haddn’t seen each other

“its just dinner”

“y/n its like he’s trying to date you

“can you chill out?”

“no! what? are you dating him now???”

okay he can be a little high strung sometimes, but its something you can tolerate

~NSFW~

remember how you had given him your phone number?

yeah, that may be important

while you had been getting ready for your little ‘dinner date’ with your friend, teru had still been glaring at the back of your head

you could see his annoyed look from the mirror, but you payed him no mind

hey, he would get over it sooner or later

your phone decides to start ringing, and its the guy

teru looks at it, then at you, then back at the phone

he hits answer before handing the phone to you

you decide to start talking, everything is in a friendly tone

and then he decides to play around a bit

a little nip here and there, nothing more nothing less

just to see what his little doll face can handle

then soon he escalates it more and more

soon lurking hands become groping and nips became hickeys

though you had to pretend that everything was hunky dory on your side of the phone

homeboy on the other line didn’t even think anything of it

“hey are you okay?” he had asked once when you particularly couldn’t handle his stimulation

“y-yeah i’m great right now...”

his hand would slip and dip into places that you had forgotten about until now

just the smooth and slick friction would bring heat to your face, though 

that’s when teru had taken the phone back

“screw off your asshat, never call her again!”

and he never did, even if you say him in public, he would walk the other direction 

Bokuto 

the two of you had just been out window shopping and peaking into stores on a saturday

when a store employee had started talking about a popular television show that had aired yesterday, you hadn't thought anything of it

in your mind it would of been rude to ignore them completely,

what if they were just having a bad day and you little small talk and brightened it just a little?

you didn’t want to have something like that on your consensus 

bo had been standing beside you the entire time, and you hadn’t even noticed the way he had stiffened and almost seemed to puff up, like an owl

there had been one person who did notice bokuto’s uneasiness

baby boy had thought that the two of you had been flirting when he walked by

omg he looked so sad

he went from being all perky and happy to looking like a deflated balloon

it was pretty pathetic

sooner or later the worker had felt so awkaward that he left, that’s when you had noticed his discomfort

he had waved if off until the two of you had gotten home, then you finally cornered him and asked

“whats wrong?”

he just rolled his eyes to himself, “you should know!”

yeah just the buffering circle above your head for that one

you really had no idea

“i seriously don’t bo...” 

“yes you do, in the store that worker was totally flirting with you!” he had finally spoke out

oh...

that had made sense you guessed

even though you had apologized to him, he had still been down, even needy

~NSFW~

bo had just been clinging on you for the past hour

if your standing, he’s right behind you, just looming

he became a shadow or a lost puppy, following you everywhere

his arms always found their way to your generous waist, holding onto you as if you would be blown away if a gust of wind decided to make its way though your home

as you had tried to walk down the short hallway that connected your bedroom to the living room, bokuto had stopped the both of you

he looked down to you before grabbing your wrist

bokuto half dragged and half lead you to the shared room you both shared since you moved in together

he had pushed you, not carefully may I add, onto the futon bed

koutarou soon climbed on top of your plush frame, his face lightly dusted in a red hue 

one of his hands wandered down towards the plush button that resided between your thick thighs

the other had cradled the back of your head, pulling you back lightly so he could have more access to your neck and collarbones

bokuto lightly kissed your skin, it didn’t matter if imperfections or not

now this would have been more of a sweet moment if you hadn’t noticed the almost mocking circles you felt at your core

“am i good enough for you now baby owl?”

you would of answered him if you were able to form words, but the amount of stimulation that he was able to give you simply from the tips of his fingers was astonishing

damn boy he got magic hands

you had opened your mouth but no words came out

that had made the two toned haired boy let out a laugh

the only thing that you thought to do was to wrap your arms around his broad back

“speechless, huh” he had taunted you, a smirk on his face

he just kept up his happy little circles, the stimulation bringing a warm, almost butterfly like feeling to your abdomen

 it was if he filled an empty part of you, and you needed him to survive

the tightness in your core had started to bubble, feeling as if you were going to top off the edge and boil over

your former speachless self was soon a babbling mess, telling bo how much you did need him

and even after you had reached and passed your high, he hadn't stopped, he loved the way your words flowed from your mouth in light, breathless pleas

oh he wasn’t even done

play nice you two

Kuroo

out of the two of you, kuroo had always been the more jealous one

baby boy is passive aggressive about it too

he doesn't do the keeping it to himself kind of bullshit

just completely straight to the point

he dosent often become jealous either

kuroo trusts that you wont get flirty or ‘advance’ on anyone else, because you have him for that

why would you need anyone else when he’s right there?

he has the confidence that all of us are jealous of

you and i know that this boy gives little insults to almost everyone

just in a joking and playful way, because that’s just how he communicates to people

but if someone decides to push it

ho boy

mr. rooster man slowly gets more and more passive aggressive

literally they turn into thinly veiled threats

you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears

so imagine his reaction when the waiter at a restaurant had decided to get a little too cozy with interacting with you

kuroo had been sitting right across from you, a pissed off look slapped over his face

who was this asshole and why the fuck was he going after his little kitten?

he had kept his mouth shut but raised an eyebrow at your plush form

it was as if he was asking if you were going to let this guy keep his shitty advances up

you just thought he was being friendly, but according to kuroo he wasn’t

when he had figured that you weren't going to stop him, he spoke up

“lay off dickwad” his voice had been laced with the utmost hate, you had never heard him ever use that tone before

with that, he had grabbed you by the arm before leaving, not paying for the two glasses

~NSFW~

the two of you had gone home in his car

no words had been exchanged between kuroo or you

“you were so into that, weren't you y/n” the bed-head boy had muttered to you, almost in a mocking way

you couldn’t think of a reason on why he was acting like that, so you had just kept your mouth shut until he would drop you off at your apartment

his hand that usually resided on your plush thigh while he was driving was currently white knuckled on the the steering wheel

even though he was looking at the road, he looked completely pissed

no plea for him to talk to you would make him speak up, it was as if he was stuck in thought

even when he had dropped you off at your flat, he seemed to still loom over you

when you took out your keys, he took them from your hand and opened the door himself as if you were suddenly incompetent of doing anything for yourself

“need someone to do everything for you huh? just too dumb in the brain to do anything...” kuroo had sneered to himself

“okay what the fuck is your problem you asshole?” you had finally spoken up, really what was this jerks deal with you?

homeboy had glared at you before pinning you against the wall in your own home as if he owned the place, “oh so now you talk, you were so fine with that guy in the restaurant huh? completely preoccupied with him to forget that i was there...”

suddenly everything is making sense right now, the puzzel pieces are fitting together

homeboy was jealous and you had no idea, you just though he was being pissy for no reason

he just sighed, putting his head in the crook of your neck, “idiot...”

kuroo had finally turned his head to look up to you, a slightly sad look on his face

oh you felt like complete shit, homeboy looked so down that your heart hurt

you leaned your head slightly down so you could give the top of his head a lil kiss kiss

homeboy almost seemed to purr from the affection

he slung his arms over your shoulders, it was as if he was leading you into the minimal living room that you had

the two of somehow ended up on the crappy couch you had, him on top humming happily down below at you

sandwiched happily together

“i’m still disappointed in you...” he muttered, looking down at you

“oh bite me” though you paused before thinking, “how about i make it up to you?”

kuroo had smirked, “and how are you going to do that?” he questioned you

it was as if you had suddenly forgotten how to speak, a burning heat spreading from your cheeps to the bridge of your nose

lets just say that you did not expect that answer from him in the slightest-

his slender hand ran up the side of your torso, as if he was memoriizing the peaks and valleys of your figure

“i’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” kuroo had muttered cockily, staring into your eyes

he had no shame making comments like these, why should he?

his fingers snuck under the elastic material of the underthings you had currently been wearing, teasingly testing the waters and rubbing fether-like circles over your sensitive bits that were located on your chest

“are you ready?”

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[adachicuto]

winter with lee know

warning(s): food mentions

waking up to a nice breakfast on his days off and you’d talk about your plans for the day before you’d go get coffee or something together

sending him pictures of sooni, doongi, and dori on the windowsill as the snow would start in the background to cheer him up on busy days and he’d be so happy about it

you’d bring minho and the rest of skz soup or something during their dance practice breaks and minho would appreciate you doing that for them so much

would also enjoy naps together but the two of you would end up sleeping for more than 4 hours and you’d both be confused when you’d wake up to it being dark out

staying inside on most days doing nothing and you’d both be in your pajamas. you’d just be glued to the couch and watch movies together

cooking together and you’d have to sit on one of the counters free of ingredients etc to get out of his way from time to time bc i think he’d be running around the kitchen for this and that and it’d be kind of funny to you

bringing the rest of skz some of the food bc of course lee know would cook enough for them and even though he’d be used to them getting excited over his food, he’d still have a proud smile on his face

getting little sweaters for sooni, doongi, and dori and he would not be able to stop from smiling at how cute they’d all look and he’d take so many pictures of them to set as his wallpaper

joining jeongin when he’d volunteer at an animal shelter and not being able to handle how tiny and cute all of the kittens would be and lee know would donate food etc to the shelter

minho would kind of enjoy the chaos of cooking with the rest of skz at felix’s and he’d contribute to the chaos and it would make everyone laugh. so, it’d be a very fun evening for everyone

making sure minho would have a cup of tea to help with any physical and emotional stressors that he would have to deal with each day. he’d take a careful sip and would gesture for you to sit next to him and he’d whisper a sweet ‘thank you’ and would pull you into the warmest hug

winter with minho would be very chill. you’d both like going out in the snow from time to time but would find it more comfortable for both of you to stay inside and relax

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[anqeluv]

kinktober : angry sex with stray kids

content warnings : degradation, bruises and marks, a pinch of pet play, orgasm denial, overstimulation, and an aftercare mention.

bang chan : almost NEVER gets upset with you at all and when he does he usually likes to talk things out with you. but sometimes, he just gets frustrated with work or something and he needs to take it out on someone (namely you). you would be SO SORE the next morning. like you can barely walk which channie always feels a little guilty about, but he takes extra good care of you so you don’t mind.

minho : would be so degrading and mean. calling you his stupid little slut or dumb whore and making you grind yourself against his shoe because ‘either you cum on the floor, like a little mutt, or not at all.’ you would be covered in marks and bruises, but it felt so good and minho is extra sweet to you during after care. he gives you a bath and lets you hold dori while he brushes your hair for you.

changbin : would just continue the argument while he’s fucking you. he would be inside you and talking like you’re just having a conversation. literally blowing your back out, but he’s saying, ‘i can’t believe you didn’t tell me your ex was going to be there. after what he tried to pull the last time? what the fuck is wrong with you?’ and you’d be barely able to form a sentence but he acts like nothing is going on at all. probably overstimulates you a lot.

hyunjin : is sensitive. like he’d probably cry lol. but it’s like a frustrated cry. he knows in his head what he wants to say, but he hates fighting with you and then he’s tearing up and he gets even angrier because he can tell he’s about to cry so he’d probably just fuck you to pretend like he’s still really mad and to avoid talking about the fact that he’s *literally crying.* it would be so rough, but then afterwards you both have a fun little breakdown together and talk it out.

jisung : turns into this different person when he’s angry. not in a scary way, he’s just much more serious than he usually is and that makes him look intimidating. angry sex with sung wouldn’t be mean, but it would intense. like he becomes so much more teasing and dominant than he normally is.

felix : had had about enough of your attitude. so he decided he’d fuck it out of you. he would have you spread open in his lap, cumming on his fingers over and over until apologies are spilling desperately from your lips. he wouldn’t stop until you were a total mess, fucked out and incoherent across his thighs before he lays you down and finally fucks you for real. but as mean as he is during the scene, he would be back to his usual sweet self right afterwards.

seungmin : is usually much more of a soft and romantic kind of guy, but sometimes you play too much and it makes him want to press you up against a wall. he would be much more possessive during those moments. he wants to hear you saying his name and see you falling apart on his cock. he spends the whole time whispering in your ear and sucking red and purple marks onto your chest and throat. it’s almost a good thing it’s so rare for him to fuck you this hard, because you always walk a little funny the next morning (which makes him laugh.)

jeongin : wouldn’t let you cum. at all. he can be really ruthless when he’s angry. even when you guys aren’t fighting, you’re the type of couple to make fun of each other or play fight all the time, but it feels different when he’s actually mad at you. he gets a little bit mean, teasing you to the point that you’re literally begging for it, but he still just fucks you and leaves you like that, dripping down your thighs. ‘if you wanted me to be nice, maybe you should’ve watched your mouth earlier.’

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[datleggy]

Buddie prompt: aggressively pro-buddie Helena and Ramon Diaz, who are ecstatic when Eddie tells them he's dating, and then utterly befuddled when he introduces Ana. But they decide to bite their tongues about it (Buck, their future son in law, has talked to them about respecting Eddie's decisions, however dumb, after all), until Ana (unwittingly? Innocently? No matter) makes a comment about Buck, and then all bets are off.

Hope this inspires you!

Helena is so relieved that Eddie finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them, that she could cry. She feels awful that it took her so long to realize it. 

It had been on Eddie’s last visit to Texas, when he and his crew had been fighting wildfires, that Ramon--her dense as can be when it comes to matters of the heart husband of all people--had noticed that their son was in love. 

Helena still remembers saying goodbye to her son and his two teammates, remembers Ramon closing the door, waiting exactly all of five seconds before turning to her and saying, “I’m happy for him. He’s so stubborn, I didn’t know if he’d ever let himself get that close to someone again.” 

And Helena had been confused at first, and then even chuckled when Ramon had explained calmly that clearly their son was dating his coworker Buck, until she’d stopped to really give it a moment’s thought. It had hit her all at once, how obvious those two were, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since they’d started dating and why Eddie hadn’t said anything yet. 

She’s seen the photos on Instagram, Helena thinks, as their plane lands. Buck smiling next to her grandbaby after helping her son build him a skateboard he could safely ride in the park. Buck standing shoulder to shoulder with Eddie behind Tia and Christopher in that Christmas photo at the station. The selfie Eddie posted of him and Buck with the giant cast still on his leg the day of the ceremony for when he was no longer a probationary firefighter with the 118. 

Really, she should’ve figured it out months ago. 

When Eddie had called and told her he’d started dating again and that the next time they came to visit he’d make an introduction Helena had been thrilled! 

Ramon drives them from the airport to their son’s place in their rental and Helena rambles on about how she hopes Buck isn’t too nervous to see them again, now that the cat’s out of the bag. 

When they arrive Eddie greets them at the door with a big hug and ushers his parents inside and Helena is so ready to step into the living room and welcome Buck into the family with open arms, to show her son that there was nothing to be afraid of, that they love him and nothing in the world would change that--

Only to be met with....not Buck? 

“Oh,” Helena stops dead in her tracks and Ramon stands beside her looking about as confused as she feels. “Hello.” she smiles politely enough. 

The woman sitting next to Christopher on the couch stands up and she’s absolutely stunning, her curls bouncing on her shoulders when she stands up to exchange hello’s. “It’s so nice to meet you both. My name is Ana.” 

The rest of the afternoon goes by just fine, but Eddie can tell something is amiss the entire time, though he does a good job of hiding it from Ana, who’s her usual charming self through out lunch. 

She has to take a work call at some point and excuses herself to another room and that’s when Eddie turns to his parents and half-whispers. “Ok, I know those looks. What’s wrong?” 

Helena shakes her head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, what is it? Ana is perfect. She’s incredibly smart, she’s funny, she’s got a great job, good head on her shoulders, and Christopher loves her--so again, I ask, what’s wrong?” 

Ramon follows his wife’s lead. “Mijo, really, it’s nothing. She’s great. We’re happy for you. I think we’re just a little tired from the flight, that’s all.” 

Eddie narrows his eyes slightly but decides there isn’t much sleuthing that can be done at the moment, so all he can do is take them at their word for now. “Fine, if you say so.” 

They’re in the middle of watching Nemo when Buck's name comes up.

"When the tsunami happened Buck and I sang 'just keep swimming' like Dory." Christopher grins up at his dad and Eddie ruffles the curls on his head playfully. It helps Christopher to be able to openly talk about what he went through that day, the good and the bad.

"You never told me Buck was there that day." Ana comments off handedly.

Eddie nods, "Huh, I thought I mentioned it? Buck took him to the pier that morning."

"It was scary but Buck saved me." Christopher tells his grandma, who reaches across the couch to squeeze his arm. Helena had been horrified to hear what had happened at the time; it still gives her anxiety just thinking about it.

"That's right." She says softly.

"I thought some woman you didn't know carried him to one of the tents, and that's how you two were reunited, no?" Ana asks.

"Yeah, but before that, during the initial impact Buck was with Christopher, he managed to get him up to this firetruck in the middle of everything. It was after he dove back into the water to save someone that a second wave came and swept Christopher right off and they got separated from there." Eddie recalls solemnly.

There had been blood running down the dirty wet bandage on his arm, he'd been soaked to the bone, exhausted and barely standing upright. It wasn't until Christopher had been found that Buck had allowed himself to collapse.

"Oh..." Ana frowns.

Ramon puts a hand over his heart and sighs. "It's a miracle, really."

Ana doesn't mean to say it outloud, but the words comes tumbling out of her mouth without warning. "And you're still friends with him?"

Eddie blinks. "What?"

"I'm sorry, really, it's just--I don't understand." Ana rubs her shoulder self consciously, fully aware of the fact that everyone is looking at her. "Look, Edmundo, you nearly bit my head off when Christopher got a skinned knee under my watch but you're still best friends with the man who lost your son for God only knows how long? It doesn't make any sense to me."

Ana knows how overprotective Eddie is of his son, and in fact, that's one of the reasons she likes him so much; she admires that about him and this? It doesn't track with the man she knows.

Helena wants to open her mouth and she say something in defense of Buck--he's a good man, after all. But she knows better than to get between a couple in an argument, especially given how bias she is towards her future son in law...

Instead, she clears her throat and looks at Christopher, "Honey, how about you help me and Grandpa unpack? I bought a lot of fun things from Texas for you."

Christopher doesn't want to go. His Dad looks upset. Ana looks upset. He wants to stay and help. If Ana met Buck she would understand, Christopher's sure of it. But his grandparents are already leading him down the hall and to the guest room.

Christopher hangs out with his grandparents for a few minutes before fibbing and telling them he needs to use the bathroom. They both offer to help him but he insists that he can do it himself, promising to call out if he needs them.

He sneaks the home phone into the bathroom with him and dials a number he knows by heart at this point. He waits a couple of rings before the call connects.

"Hey, what's up?" Buck's voice comes through the other end. He sounds distracted.

"Bucky? Can you come get me?" He whispers into the phone.

He hears a small commotion and then a stifled 'ow!' and then: "Chris? Are you ok? You're home, right? What's wrong? Where's Eddie?"

"I'm home. I'm ok. But--" there's a knock on the door and it startles Christopher into accidentally hanging up the phone before he can explain the situation in it's entirety.

"It was a tsunami." Eddie sighs, "It wouldn't be fair to hold something like that over his head. And look, you weren't there. You didn't see the look on his face, you don't know how many hours he spent crying out Christopher's name at the top of his lungs, injured and looking nonstop through the rubble for him--"

"Yeah, which he wouldn't have had to do if he hadn't lost him in the first place. It sounds like he was too busy playing hero for strangers to watch your son." Ana folds her arms across her chest. "I don't want to fight. Especially not with your parents here. Honestly, I'm just confused? We don't have to talk about this right now. I can go. I just want to apologize to your parents and Christopher first, before I leave, for," she sighs, embarrassed, "well, for causing a scene. This is not the way I'd pictured meeting your parents."

"You know, if you just met Buck I really think you would--"

A cacophony of knocks at the door make the both of them jump. Ana looks at Eddie. "Were you expecting anyone else?"

"Christopher!? Christopher I'm here, open up!"

Eddie gapes. "...Buck?"

"Did you...call him over?" Ana didn't even see him reach for his phone.

"What? No, of course not." Eddie starts towards the door--the knocking has gotten so boisterous he's pretty sure Buck's about to break down his door--but Ana beats him to it.

At this point Eddie's parents and Christopher are in the hallway wondering what all that racket is.

Ana lets the door swing open, and if she's being entirely honest she's not sure what she's planning on saying to the man who's essentially at the center of her first real argument with her boyfriend, but whatever it was, it goes up in smoke when she takes in the sight of him.

Buck is taller than she'd pictured but that's not what's got her speechless.

He's standing at the doorway, chest heaving, clearly having rushed out of his house, where he was very obviously in the middle of shaving, if the shaving cream still smeared on a third of his face is any indication. He's in sweatpants and a white undershirt that's got little drops of blood on the front from where he must have cut himself while shaving. There's a bright red cut running down the underside of his chin.

"Um." Ana can't do much except stare, wide eyed.

Buck blinks at her, "Uh...Ana?" He suddenly realizes all the people in the house behind her are looking at him in a kind of stupor.

She nods slowly. "Buck?"

Buck nods sheepishly, "Uh... So, I am clearly interrupting something here."

"You came!" Christopher moves past all of the adults in the corridor and throws himself at Buck's legs.

Buck lifts the kid up easily enough, crutches and all, "Yeah, about that," he gently pinches his cheek, eliciting a giggle out of Christopher, "What was that phone call all about? You nearly gave me a heart attack, bud."

Eddie groans. "Christopher, did you call Buck to come all the way over here in the middle of the day?" He walks over and uses the cuff of his shirt sleeve to wipe away the rest of the shaving cream on the side of Buck's face. The look on his face is fond as he does so. "What did this little menace say to get you over here in such a rush?"

Christopher pouts. "I just told him to come get me. I thought if Miss Ana met my Bucky she'd know how come you're still best friends." He grips at Buck's t shirt tightly. "You can't stop being friends, Dad. I love Buck. He's my friend too."

Buck frowns. "Umm..."

Eddie gives him an apologetic look. "Sorry, it's not--it's complicated. I promise to explain everything later. Right now isn't really a great time--"

Ana interrupts hesitantly. "Actually, now is probably good. I need to get home soon, it's getting pretty late, so I should get going." She turns to Helena and Ramon. "It was very nice to meet you both." She scoohches past Buck and Christopher and practically sprints to where she parked her car, aware of the fact that Eddie is calling out her name and only half a step behind her.

It's not until they're several blocks down the street that she swivels around and he nearly topples into her in his haste. "Ana, please, I don't want you to leave like this. I really didn't call him over." He reaches into his back pocket and shows her his phone. "See?"

Ana takes the phone and presses her lips together thinly. "He called you like twenty times on his way over."

Eddie frowns. His phone must have been on silent. It's no wonder Buck rushed over like he did. "He was just worried about Christopher--"

Ana sighs resignedly. "No, I know. It's obvious, how much your best friend cares about your son. I can see why he's still in your life. And I think I can also see why that means you don't really have any room for me in it..."

Eddie shakes his head. "What? Why would you say that?"

Ana looks him in the eye, intent as can be on reading him. Eddie had smiled so warmly, creating such an unintentionally intimate moment when all he'd done was swipe at the other mans face with his sleeve...

"You don't even know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"I think this is something you and Buck need to sort out yourselves. Goodbye Edmundo."

Eddie closes the door behind him as he steps inside, a little heartbroken and a lot confused.

There's noise coming from the kitchen and so Eddie follows it to the source. Ramon is telling Buck about how to sear the perfect steak by the stove while Helena and Christopher set the table.

"Is everything alright?" Helena asks, when she notices him by the entryway.

Eddie nods, lying when he says. "Yeah, all good Mom."

She gives him a knowing look but keeps her mouth shut. "Honey, take Buck here to your room, let him borrow one of your shirts. And maybe a razor?"

Buck chuckles shyly. "It's fine, really. I should probably get going too--"

Ramon shushes him. "Nonsense. Go, go, get changed and get your butt back into this kitchen. Scoot."

Eddie takes Buck by the shoulders and drags him to his room, where he finds a worn gray Henley for him. "Here."

Buck thanks him before stripping out of his white undershirt and throwing on the clean shirt.

Eddie plops himself down on his bed with a sigh. "Hey, I'm sorry about all this mess. And on your one day off, too."

Buck sits down beside him, bumping their shoulders together. "I don't really know what's going on but, are you doing ok?"

"I don't know," Eddie makes a face. "I think I got broken up with today."

Buck cringes. "Shit, I'm sorry, what happened?"

That's a good question. Eddie ponders that a moment. Ana had said it herself: she understood perfectly why Eddie didn't blame Buck for what happened during the tsunami and she had seen first hand how much Buck cares for Christopher for herself today.

So, why?

"She said that there wasn't any room for her in my life?" Eddie scratches the back of his head. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this dating stuff anymore."

"Aw, c'mon man," Buck pats him on the back. "You fall off the bike you gotta get right back on." He turns his body all the way around so that he's facing Eddie fully. "Dude, you're a catch. You're a handsome, badass firefighter, you've got the best kid, and hey--you got me." Buck grins toothily.

Eddie rolls his eyes, though he can't help but smile. "So what I'm hearing here is that I'm stuck with you?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Buck laughs.

Eddie leans back on his arms and looks up at his best friend, pensive. "Promise?"

Buck extends his pinky and wiggles it in front of Eddie, who smiles as he wraps his pinky around Buck's. "Promise."

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#long post is long #I'm gonna fix it and put a read more when my laptop stops fucking up 😩😩😩 sorry #911 fox #buddie